Mahlon Yireatta, forlorn child of Piltover, cast into the undercity an orphan. Disease wracks his frame and insecurity chokes his mind. Hatred boils slowly in the back of his soul as tensions rise between the butting heads of both topside and bottom.
Brittle bones, tissue skin, a hollow heart, these culminate to form his hatred. His anger of his inability to act, to protect those he loves, to save his home; his rage sprouting from his incapability to enact vengeance on those who have wronged him. Will he find solace in himself and those around him, or will his hatred consume him?
Vi x Reader (one shot)
You and Vi get stuck in the elevator back down to Zaun after a successful haul. Things get steamy from here. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
She/her reader
HAS NOW BEEN TURNED INTO A ONE SHOT BOOK