Hexed (Vi x POC! Reader)

Warnings: Child Death, funeral, grief, meltdown

You and Vi are abruptly woken up early in the morning by a loud banging at the door. You scramble out of the bed while Vi launches herself up and sinks into a fighting position. Her eyes move around wildly and you pause to calm her. Once you know that she's okay, and she knows that she's safe, you step away. You rush over to the door, briefly remembering that you're naked and smell like sex, before cracking it open. Heather's standing there, fully dressed, with tear tracks down her face.

"Heather?" You open the door wider in confusion, "What are you doing here so early? What's wrong?" You rub the sleep from your eyes. Heather is silent and that makes your concern grow stronger.

"C-Can I come in?" Heather asks quietly. You glance behind you to see Vi already looking at you, "Can you go shower and get dressed, Vi?" You address her. Vi gives you a concerned look but nods and heads into the bathroom. Once the door is shut, you let Heather in. You flick the lights on and your eyes land on the strap-on that was still on the floor by the bed. Heather sees it too and lets out a weak chuckle so you know for sure that something is seriously wrong. Usually, she would have burst out laughing then ruthlessly teased you for the situation.

You guide her to the couch and awkwardly hover in front of her since you don't want to sit down like this. You quickly open the windows and light your scented candle so the smell of sex and sweat evaporates from the thick air. Heather takes a few seconds to compose herself by releasing a heavy sigh and you hear the sound of water disappear, so you know Vi just finished showering, "You should get cleaned before I say anything... please?" She gives you a pleading look. You sigh and nod your head. You didn't want to force her to say anything when she wasn't ready to say it. You pick up the strap as Vi walks out of the bathroom fully dressed. You idly notice the hickeys on her neck that weren't covered by her jacket.

"I'm going to shower and clean up. Can you keep Heather company? Something is bothering her and she's upset." You mutter secretly to Vi.

"Of course, princess. Take your time." Vi gives you a peck on the lips. You give her a grateful smile before heading into the bathroom. You close the door before pausing in front of the mirror. Your body was decorated in hickeys and bite marks. You could even see the bruises Vi's hands left on your hips. Gentle reminders of what happened last night. With a shake of your head, you step into the moistened shower. You could smell the mint-body wash that Vi used lingering in the air. You hang the strap up on a hook and turn the water on. You give a soft squeal, the cold water shocking you awake, and turn it off once you're wet. You soap up and then wash off before toweling yourself dry. You got dressed and walk out to see Vi and Heather having a conversation. You smile and walk over to them. Vi gently guides you to sit on her muscular lap and she kisses the back of your hand tenderly.

"Heather, what's wrong?" You reach out and grab hold of her hand. Heather sighs heavily and slumps over, "Ty... Ty passed away tonight... right before I came knocking on your door."

You freeze. You sit there and stare at Heather in shocked silence. Vi wraps her arms around you as Heather starts to cry again. You rapidly blink as tears form and a sob tears itself through your lips. Vi shifts, pulling Heather into the embrace, and the two of your ball your eyes out together against her chest. Vi softly encourages the two of you to cry, rubbing your back, and being there for you as support. A knock sounds at the door and you wipe your eyes with a sigh. You reluctantly get up and cross the room slowly to see who is there.

Ekko's bottom lip was quivering when your eyes landed on him. Over his shoulder, you see Caitlyn who is standing by awkwardly. You step aside, letting them into your room, and feel more than relieved that you had removed the strap from the room. You'd rather not show that off to certain... company. You and Ekko sit slumped on the floor as a heavy silence hangs in the air, slowly suffocating you with grief.