•To The Simpler Times ~Vi x F!Oc•

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As Jinx leads me up a small flight of stairs and through a tall door, I see before me a crappy small room before me. A small desk with a cracked – and almost definitely punched – mirror above it, the only things ontop of the desk are a lazily thrown black leather jacket and a large pot of black face paint, a small bed in the top corner with Vi curled up protectively ontop, a door that presumably leads to the bathroom. To top it all off, the room is completely filled with empty beer bottles, more than I could count, piling up and smashed everywhere.

Jinx is immediately at Vi's side, quietly whistling in her ear. I roll my eyes and pull her away, telling her to be nice. She shakes her head at me and puts a gentle hand on my shoulder.

"I'll be back in 30 minutes, I'll let you two chat first. I think it'll be more successful than me tryna talk to her, huh toots?"

I smile back at her before she walks out. I look around already unsure of what to do so I just clear a small patch on the floor and sit patiently. I finally get the chance to really look at her; her now black hair has some patches of red peaking through from where I assume she didn't put enough dye, under her eyes, down her neck and across her shoulders is coated in thick black paint that separates and melts on her skin. She's completely covered in cuts, bruises and plasters from the amount of fighting she does and I can see died blood coagulate beneath her nose. Even as she sleeps she's wearing black ripped jeans with the belt undone and her chest is bound, not the healthiest decision but I can tell that she's in a state where she just doesn't care.

After a while of twiddling my thumbs, Vi turns over and groggily opens her eyes. My heart swells and I instinctively stand up. I wince, having stood up a bit too quickly but I push past it as Vi looks at me in shock.

She doesn't lift her head or sit up she just stares. "Are you real?" She asks.

"What? Of course I'm real, honey."

She immediately stands up, swaying slightly and looks me up and down. She's nervous, it's clear so I gently and slowly take her hand in mine. She gasps softly, still unable to take her eyes off me.

"You look... smaller." She practically whispers.

"I- um... I had some trouble eating for a while... Sevika helped though. Besides, you look bigger, stronger."

"Sevika? Really?"

"She's nice beneath it all."

"Your locks are longer. Who re-twisted them?"

"Like the colour?" I avoid the question, trying to keep her calm rather than mention Jinx.

"What, the red and blue strands? It's cute, suits you."

"Thank you... I like your darker hair. It looks nice. Though I prefer your natural colour."

"Me too.."

She softly grabs my waist and I hiss and flinch away. I can see the instant concern in her face and she practically yanks her hands back.

"Sorry... I really hurt my waist." I mumble, lifting my shirt to reveal the horrible scar that cuts into my favourite tattoos - the moth and the tramp stamp.

"Fucking hell Brandy. What happened?"

"It's a long story, and I will tell you later. I lost a rib, a kidney, some of my liver and an inch off one side of my waist. But I'm almost fully recovered now."

She finally looks me in the eyes with a look I have longed for for months. That look of love and concern that makes me melt even after all this time–

"You know, Bran, I'm not the same woman you fell in love with anymore. I'm angry all the time, I can't stop drinking, I see visions. I'm crazy... but I can't live without you. Would you fall in love with me again?"

"Vi... I don't care. I will always love you. I would fall in love with you in every single universe... no matter who you are. I would fall in love with you, no matter what."

The next thing I know, her loving eyes close and her lips envelope mine. My heart feels as if it's going to explode with fireworks as her hands trail sparks up my body. My brain can't even think straight as she gently pushes me back and makes me lean against her desk, my back making the already broken mirror crinkle with the pressure. Her lips stay on mine as our arms wrap around one another.

She stumbles slightly as she pulls away and I grab her beneath her arms. "Woah! You alright?"

"I lost all my matches today... I got punched more than normal."

"Just... go back to sleep. I'll be here."

"Lay with me?"

"Always."

A/N

Hey, I'm sorry it took a while but it's the longest one I've done in a hot minute. And I'm sorry about the pov switches I just wanted to show how Vi was feeling so 🤷‍♀️

Hope you enjoyed, thank you for reading and take care of yourselves!!