#even silco was a lil bit afraid

[pluto-supremacy]

Vi Headcanons: dating f!reader at Stillwater

➼ Yes I am breaking my rule of no f!reader because I wanted to write for Vi so bad. So I'm gonna set a new precedent now: I'll write f!reader IF it is a wlw fic/headcanons/whatever. Though this is more of just a lil treat since the brainrot is rotting

➼ Might end up turning this into a full fic, if you want that let me know! (It did! Here's part two)

➼ No beta we die like Sky

➼ Warnings: None!

GIF does not belong to me! All credits to the owner

Whenever there is free time, Vi is at your side. You two usually find some corner away from the others to try and get away, pretend you two can have a moment to yourselves

She's always giving you her food, you don't even need to ask. She'll happily let you pick at her plate if you're still hungry or you haven't eaten in a while due to lockdown

You're lucky enough to only be two cells away from each other, you two often get in trouble for talking during lights out

If you're ever in trouble, Vi takes the beatings for you. She can and has thrown herself between you and a guard and is not afraid to do it again

Same obviously goes for inmates

"If you want to keep your tongue in your mouth, I suggest you leave her alone"

Though not many inmates mess with you considering your personal body guard of a girlfriend

If you're ever thrown into solitary, Vi goes crazy. Getting into more fights than usual, refusing food, even trying to break into solitary to be with you

If you want, she gives you both matching tattoos there with whatever device she can get her hands on. She lets you pick out the design and the placement

Anytime she gets clean clothes, bandages, and hygiene supplies (all of which are of course a rarity there), she uses them/gives them to you first. Bandages up any new cuts of yours or changes your dirty ones, gives you her new toothbrush and toothpaste, and so on. You'll have to fight her on at least sharing some of the items, like the new tube of toothpaste. She just wants to make sure you're taken care of

"Just scored a new hairbrush. Go ahead and take it, bun. Need to keep your hair brushed so I can play with it, yeah?"

Vi cuts your hair for you there and takes it super seriously. She's not gonna let you walk around with a shitty haircut

Though she did fuck it up once (or a few times, but they were smaller mistakes that were easy to hide)

To make up for that godawful haircut she gave herself a bad one too. It's just hair, after all, it grows back

She'll stand guard while you're showering. Make sure no one's gaze is lingering around on you. Also lets you shower first so if there is any hot water you'll get it

Vi is a portable bed for you. Whenever you're together and you want to rest, she'll try to find a quieter place and let you rest your head on her shoulder/in her lap. She plays with your hair while you're sleeping and checks your pulse every now and then. Just to make sure you're still there with her

Whenever you get sick there, she will make the biggest fuss to get you to medical. If that isn't an option Vi does her best to take care of you with the limited resources you both have

"Snuck a bit of that honey from breakfast. Try and cover your throat in that and don't worry about talking, okay Y/N?"

During bunk inspections, if you have any contraband, Vi takes it and hides it in her cell. She rarely ever gets caught with it, but she'd rather take the punches than have you on the receiving end of them

On the flipside Vi trades a lot of her own contraband to get things for you. Things like snacks, jewelry, hair dye, better clothes, anything other inmates have that you might want

Though if trading for those doesn't work, she will straight up steal them for you

When Caitlyn comes to release her for help with tracking down the stolen gemstone, she throws in a condition. An obvious one

"You're getting Y/N out too. That or you can try to find Silco on your own. Undercity is going to eat you alive without me"

And that's how you and your lover finally escape Stillwater

[telltalebatman]

a make up kiss

time to branch out a lil, revisit........ the city of zaun. yeah i still hadn't done anything w/ silco, he's on the backburner for now.

Silco paid her a visit one evening.

In hindsight, she should've known he was coming; yes, her crystal ball was exclusively just for show - but it wouldn't take a seer to know that the Eye of Zaun would like a word with her after she sold him out to a local gang. Not that his life was ever in any danger; all that Andy told them was that Silco's allergic to mint. She didn't tell them that Singed fitted him up with an antidote that he carried around with him at all times, or that Sevika was particularly good at picking up any lingering notes of mint in his food.

See? He was never in any danger. She would never allow him to come any closer to death than he already had; not after she had brought him back from near-death countless times already, to the point of having to put a spell on him to stop him from nearly dying for five damn minutes. She simply liked him too much; his dry wit, his sly smile, his hideous face.

(That, of course, she would never tell him. That was between her and her perfumed diary.)

Silco, however, seemed... Less understanding. And Andy could not blame him - many attempts had been made on his life. Many people wanted him dead. He had to kill his closest friend once; and judging from his expression as he barged into her boudoir, dripping wet from the pouring rain - he was about to have her blood on his hands as well.

"HOW COULD YOU?!" he asked her, his tone and expression equal parts outraged and heartbroken, way more heartbroken than she would've guessed. "You witch-"

"Oh, so now you acknowledge my magic?!" she refuted, jumping up from her cozy chair, not even caring that she was in her nightgown, and he was dripping all over her precious carpet. "Who gave you the right to talk to me like that anyway?!"

In response, he snarled and grabbed her by her bodice, his teeth inches away from her face.

"I gave you everything!" he shouted in her face as she screamed back at him, digging her nails into his hands. That bodice did cost money, for fuck's sake; and she did not buy it only for him to tear it to pieces. Least he could do was treat her to some dinner first. "I almost died so you could get that water - and this is how you repay me?!"

How is he STILL not over it after five years?! I didn't even ask him to go to Ismegolia with me.

"A girl has to eat," she replied, kicking him in the shin; it didn't do much, since she was barefoot. "Now get over yourself, and get out before I show you what this witch is capable of." she added angrily; and much to her surprise - it worked.

Well - partially.

Yes, he did let go of her - but he was still very much there, looming over her, dripping water all over her favorite carpet.

"You are now on your own," he said finally, holding his index finger up angrily; and her heart sunk a bit. "No more protection from me. This - this is it. You've crossed a line, witch."

With that, he turned around and left, slamming the door on his way out; and she was left alone with her thoughts.

That was one week ago.

Despite his threats, no grand cataclysm befell her little corner of Zaun; no bloodthirsty killers emerged from the shadows to put an end to her life. Seemingly, nothing had changed; with one, tiny exception.

"I'm sorry," Singed said with a remorseful headshake. "I'm afraid I can't do that."

"What do you mean, you can't?!" bewildered Andromachia asked. "It's a fucking cough syrup, not an elixir of eternal life. Is it the ingredients? I can get you the ingredients. Just say the word."

Singed let out a singular chuckle.

"You misunderstood," he said. "Your request is wholly possible. But I am afraid... Silco would not be happy with me if I kept helping you."

REALLY?!

"You cannot possibly be serious, Singed," she said angrily. "You won't help me because of Silco? What does he have to do with my cough syrup?!"

"I'm afraid that is between the two of you to discuss, not for me to decide," Singed replied with an uncharacteristically blase shrug. "Now, if you'll excuse me..."

In response, she only gritted her teeth; there was no point in trying to negotiate. What she had to do was made clear; she had to make nice with Silco.

Again.

She was on his doorstep not an hour later; her own pride be damned - she needed that cough syrup. Evening shows tended to put a strain on her throat; and she needed her voice to pay the bills. It wasn't even the first time she was in this exact situation; but hopefully - it would be the last.

"Take me to him," she said the moment Sevika opened the door and stared down at her silently.

In response, Sevika only sighed.

"I think it's high time for him to hire a butler," she said in a resigned tone, turning around and motioning for Andromachia to follow her. "Or give me a raise."

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that," Silco said from his office the door to which were wide open. "Tell my guest to wait. I'm busy."

"We're all busy, Silco," Andy said, marching into his office; and there he was - sitting behind his desk, the surface of which she could still very vividly feel behind her back. "Can we talk?"

"If we must," he said flatly, motioning for Sevika to leave. "Make it quick. I'm bu-"

"You are not doing anything," she interrupted him; she walked up to his desk, planted her hands on the surface and stared at him. "I can see that."

"Mental work is work too," he said almost defensively, stapling his long, slender fingers together. "Anyway. What brings the ever-powerful Witch of Zaun to my humble abode?" he added with a quiet snicker; and Andromachia gritted her teeth.

"I am here to apologize," she said finally, looking him in the eye; the eye, to be precise.

In response, he raised his brow.

"Apologize?" he repeated after her. "What, pray tell, could you be apologizing for? Couldn't be the fact you sold me out to Klavier's gang. Or... Could it?"

was the leader really named klavier? or is he talking about something else? how many people did i sell his mint allergy to?

"I am sorry for selling you out to Klavier's gang," she choked out finally; pride be damned, she really needed that cough syrup. Plus - it's been a lonely few days without him. "Now please tell Singed I said sorry so he can give me my cough syrup."

His eyebrow twitched slightly, as did the corners of his lips.

"Was that really so hard to say?" he said finally with that disgusting, obnoxious, annoying, self-satisfied smirk painted on his face. "Think I could get used to hearing you apologize. Now, if I recall correctly, you once also-"

She didn't let him finish; she grabbed him by his shirt, and pulled him closer and kissed him. Partially to make him shut up - but only partially, since she did like the sound of his voice. No, that was not the real purpose of the kiss - all things considered, she really was sorry. Sure, she acted like she wasn't - but selling him out to Klavier did weigh on her conscience. All in all, he did a lot for her in past; helped her out when no one else would, all because he liked the bravado she exhibited when she tried to pickpocket him years ago, on that one fateful day.

I'm sorry, her lips said against his; I'm sorry.

I know, the fact he kissed back said. Welcome back... Sorceress.

[graciegra]

They really managed to make a 5'3 skinny teenager scary af