My everything [vi x reader]

when you were fourteen, you were wrongfully accused of murder, however, you weren't given a chance to defend yourself, no one cared for you, after all, you were just undercity dirt underneath a piltie's enforcer's shoe

an older, respected, woman protected you, you roughly knew how to throw a punch or two, but this woman taught you everything you needed to know to be able to look out for yourself

after your third year in the prison, a new girl came in, she was around your age, pink hair, gray-ish blue eyes, and a terrified yet scary look on her face

you befriended her, it was nice having a friend after three years of only being trained by a woman who made herself your mom

at around the age of nineteen, someone discovered the truth, that you were innocent after all. and the enforcers reluctantly let you go

some people were happy for you, most wanted to rip your guts out, some undercity trash getting justice? it did not happen often. Luckily, due to this older, respected woman, no one dared to lay a finger on you

after your release, you never thought you'd see the pink haired beauty again, but you were oh-so-wrong about that

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rankings:
#1 jinx
#1 gays
#2 arcane