Arcane x reader one shots

Star-Crossed Lovers. VI x Reader

Caption: After the spilt of Caitlyn and Vi in the tunnel, Vi seeks refuge with Y/n.
Author Note: Hope you enjoy, if you have any stories you are hoping to see, please send me a DM, or literally just type in chat for it! DONT FORGET TO VOTE!! -Author Bonez
Warnings: Angest, smoking, deep topics of losing someone, EMOTIONS. DRAMATIC. mention of Y/n once working in a brothel.
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3rd Pov.

If anyone had known what it was like to lose someone they love it was Y/n. Not just the kind where they left the living world. Thrown into a casket and left to rot 6 feet under the ground surface. But also the kinda that left willing. Walked away from their families and friends. Loved ones and more. Ones that up and left without a sight or a sound. Ones that were passionate and left with a fuss. And ones who just left.

Those were the kinds of people Y/n hated. If you wanted to hurt someone why would you hurt so one so cruel. So insensitive.
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Running. Vi was running. breath caught in her throat. blood rushing to her ears. lips turned dry. Heart racing a mile a minute.
Running was all she could think about. Running away from her fears. Her hopes. Her dreams.
All she knew was to fight with her fists. That it would magically fix everything she ever needed to fix. And yet, it came stabbing her in the heart.
Trying to kill her sister. hoping that maybe, just maybe it would stop the guilt and the suffering left in her heart, but no. it just made more. worsening the gap that she created. using her fists.
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Running through the streets of the underground city. Bumping into people. Hoping that she could find a way out of the stupid city she used to call home. Back the topside where she could find.....you.

She ran as fast she can. Tears streaming down her face. Hot and sizzling tears. Opens she hasn't cried in a long time. Not since the the death of her parents. Not since the death of Vander. And not even than were they ever this strong.

Her feet skidded to a stop. Panting of deep raw emotions. Words didn't need to be spoken to notice the poor girl was in shambles. Her slouched posture. darkened face, even an idiot could see the it.

As she looked up towards the roof of the building, a pooling low light could be seen through the huge window. The window was cracked and you could smell the light cigarette smoke and slow song of jazz reached her ears and nose.
You were home for sure, at least that was a good sign. best sign she's had all day.

As she began climbing the huge building, it only brought on more memories. memories she hoped would have burned in that fire. tears only came back in huge pricing waves. Reaching the ring of the windowsill, you were sat in a silky robe, a cigarette in your hand, smoke slowing growing and circling around the room as it was place between your fingers. your (s/c) legs where seen glistening under the dim light. One leg folded over the other. You read silently to yourself.

VI stared at the young women, already seeking peace at the sight of her. After all, she was her best friend. A best friend that she met down in the under city before the...incident...
you worked in the brothel. Yes it was quite strange seeing a teen working in a brothel, but then again you had to do what had to be done to survive in a place like the undercity. money was money, no matter how you got it.

VI was startled out of her trance when she heard your silky voice, much like the silk wrapped around your body.

"Are you going to hang from my window like a perverted stalker, or are you going to come in and join me?" Your voice stung in the air. Book snapping shut as you turned your body towards VI's lowered head.