𝙄 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚 { Vi X Reader OC }

HAVE YOU HAD ENOUGH?

Jayce stepped aside, allowing Vi to enter the dimly lit office, her footsteps echoing in the quiet room. Caitlyn followed closely behind, her presence as much a shield as a silent weight, stopping for a brief pause in front of Viktor's runebox, eyeing it with the same fuming glare she gave everything else. Vi's heart pounded in her chest as she approached the table where Lavender lay, still strapped down, her form almost ghostly under the cold, clinical light. Lavender's chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, the pulse of the shimmer in her bloodstream faint but steady, like a beating drum.

She froze for a moment, taking it all in—the soft gleam of metal restraints wrapped around Lavender's limbs, the sterile instruments scattered nearby. It was a far cry from the girl she once knew, the girl who had always been a force of chaos and fire. Now she was still helpless, a victim of both fate and the hands that had once loved her. She thought seeing her again would be easier, knowing what to expect, but it only made her question more. What was she doing?

What would you think if you saw me now? Vi thought, her eyes scanning her own body as she stood there. The enforcer uniform was strange on her, stiff and foreign, an uncomfortable reminder of the world she now occupied. The badge at her waist weighed her down like a burden she couldn't shake. Her eyes returned to Lavender, the contrast starker than ever. Lavender had always been her equal, someone who never played by the rules, who never let the world pin her down. Now she was like this. And Vi...what was Vi?

Caitlyn stood behind her, remaining oddly cold. The only emotion on her face was a hard, smoldering anger, but it wasn't directed at Vi. It was for Jinx. Vi could feel the tension radiating off her partner, the unspoken hatred that simmered just beneath the surface, and it honestly pissed her off even more. Cait was the one who saved her, and she didn't even seem to miss her?

Caitlyn's eyes never left Lavender's form as she crossed the room, her arms folded tightly across her chest. With a swift, almost mechanical gesture, Caitlyn gave Vi a quick pat on the back—a brief, almost impersonal touch, a token of condolence, but nothing more.

"We should head out soon," Caitlyn said quietly, her voice distant, void of any trace of sympathy. Vi nodded, trying to swallow the knot in her throat, but before they could leave, she turned to Jayce, her voice low, almost pleading.

"Any progress?"

Jayce hesitated, his fingers briefly twitching as he glanced over at Caitlyn. There was something in the way he looked at her—an almost imperceptible shift in his expression—and then, as if on instinct, he reached across his desk, quickly sliding a few notes on the hexstone out of view. His gaze dropped, unwilling to meet Vi's eyes directly.

"Not yet," he replied, the words heavy, thick with unspoken truths.

The silence between them was suffocating. Vi studied him, looking for any sign of what he was really thinking, but Jayce offered none. Caitlyn's sharp gaze flicked toward the door, her impatience clear, the tension building again, a tight coil that threatened to snap. Vi caught one last, fleeting glimpse of Lavender, her heart sinking further, the helplessness creeping in. With a final, reluctant glance at the girl she still loved, despite it all, she turned to leave, the weight of the moment lingering on her shoulders. And as she stepped out, she couldn't shake the feeling that they were all losing something—maybe even themselves—along the way.

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"Well, it's all going to shit."

Jinx sank deeper into the cold river, her grip on Silco's lifeless body tight but absent-minded, as if her hands were simply going through the motions. His weight was heavy in her arms, but it wasn't the physical burden that pressed down on her—it was the emptiness, the vast, hollow space he had left behind. His stillness in her embrace was a cruel reminder of everything that had been lost, everything that had fallen apart. The cold and relentless water wrapped around her like a numbing touch, easing the frantic thoughts that had been clawing at her mind.