Hexed (Vi x POC! Reader)

Warnings: Thigh riding (Scene starts getting steamy when Vi says "Y/N." and the scene ends when Vi says "Fuck.")

When nightfall hit, the majority of the community headed to their homes to turn in for the night. Healer Jane had privately notified you that Vi was showing signs of mental fatigue and needed a good night's rest. You assured her that you'd make sure Vi sleeps tonight and eats a filling breakfast in the morning. She had nodded and handed you a vial of sleep aid before sending you off with a knowing smile. After the trip to Healer Jane, Vi was shown where she'd be staying and you left her there to go prepare for the evening to come.

You pull on a pair of loose-fitting joggers and your favorite t-shirt. You had cut the sleeves off of it and opened the sides on an insanely boring day. You had every intention of dancing and enjoying the night with your friends. You removed the sutures and the wound was happily healed after a few hours. You were relieved that it hadn't gotten worse after the fight earlier. Vi returning was a relief on your consciousness but it also brought you some stress. 'How do I behave around her? We're not dating anymore. Both of us thinking our girlfriend died, basically ended the relationship. Ah, I'm still attracted to her though and Vi seems to feel attracted to me too... I think.' You sigh to yourself. 'Why me? Why am I in this situation?'

A knock sounds at the door as you pull your hair up into a high ponytail. Opening the door, you see Heather standing there before giving Heather a bright smile. Her hair is out of the bun she keeps it in and it's a cute little afro. Her eyes widen as her jaw drops open. You blink and glance down at yourself, "What? Do I look bad?" You bite your lip feeling a little self-conscious.

"Girl, are you kidding me?!" Heather squeals, "You look hot! Where'd the tattoos come from? I was only aware of the one you had with Ekko!" You blush when you realize that you had forgotten about your new tattoo. You were so used to seeing the glint of your crystal scars that you just associated the colors with them.

"I got it today!" You spin to show it off to her, "I wanted to get new ink and the artist I went to insisted on doing the whole piece today."

"Damn, you have to give me their name." Heather backs up as you close the door. You hold your hand out and she takes it. She doesn't hesitate to pull you towards the jump line.

"Sure, but you're paying for it yourself." You bump your hip against hers and laugh when she groans. You liked to treat your friends to things you usually couldn't get here in Zaun. Sometimes you'd sneak ice cream or chocolate bars through your rifts to treat them. Everyone in the Grotto worked hard to care for each other and you didn't mind using your powers if it brought a smile to their faces.

"Soooo, that best friend of yours. The pink-haired one." Heather nudges you and it is your turn to let out a groan, "You seemed a bit more comfortable than just best friends."

"We may have dated when we were younger..." You trail off as Heather's face practically glows in success.

"I knew it!" She bellowed and you shush her immediately. She starts giggling and pulls you to a stop at the entrance of the Amphitheater's tunnel, "Tell me you're going to get back with her." She begs. You sigh and glance around you to see if anyone was nearby. If anyone unwanted had their ears to the wall.

"I want to but she seems interested in the Caitlyn girl that came with her. I don't want to get in the way if there's something there- OW!" You snatch your hand out of her grip as a bead of blood appears. You look at Heather with a shocked expression.

"You did not just jab me with your neuro-needle!" You gasp. Heather gives you a flat look and flashes the silver needle-ring in your face before popping the needle back into place. Your hand continues to sting after your attempt of sucking the pain away. So you rub at it instead hoping that'll relieve the pain. Heather's backup weapon of choice was something she made called a neuro-needle. With a prick of the needle, she could electrocute anyone she pleased. It was quite painful and tended to knock people out at the highest voltage.