it sucks when you’ve been in multiple fandoms throughout the years and never made one single friend who actually stuck around and you never feel like you actually belong there in the first place.

Back From The Dead - Vi x Reader

Hey- LMAO

quess who’s back with yet another story to write because yet another fandom has me in a chokehold- it’s me.

Arcane is currently my biggest obsession and I decided - if people want me to - to write an Arcane Vi x reader. MHM! So here’s my little “Prologue-Preview-Thing” that nobody asked for, please let me know if anyone wants a part two.

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part two is out!!

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There were many differences between the two of you. Too many to even list. She was her- she was Jinx. She was.. Powder. She was good, deep down you knew she was good. It was hard to find it sometimes, but you always knew it was there. You were there when Silco took her in, and she pointed at you- injured and bleeding as he sent one of his men to pick you up and follow them. 

Nobody really liked you. Sure, Silco fed you- sometimes, you thought Sevika listened to you but you quickly realized she ignored you and stopped trying to talk to her. “Jinx” definitely didn’t like you, she made you understand very early on in her newly found life of crime that you were just a sad reminder of the life the two of you used to have. And you understood that, you thought of yourself the same way. You blamed yourself through and through for what happened to Vi. She was dead because of your idea to follow her, and distract them. Silco never let you forget that. To be honest, you didn’t even remember what happened in the building when you found it, you just remember waking up and hearing about an explosion- you were told you had amnesia and that you were responsible for the explosion that killed your friends, and orphaned Jinx. But even as you tried to piece together the information that you received, nothing really made sense. You never thought to question it until you heard Jinx whisper to herself, trying to prove to herself that it wasn’t her fault. 

Now here you are 6 years later, trying to convince Jinx not to disrupt Progress Day. Despite her being well into her teens, it was like talking to a toddler. She stamped her feet and yelled at you, telling you whatever you say, she’s still going- she has to prove she’s not weak. You didn’t really understand that. It was clear to everyone that Silco cared about Jinx as his own daughter, he loved her to death and back. As Jinx recorded a message for the building she planned on setting to fire, you realized nothing was going to stop her. Maybe she was too far gone. But that didn’t mean you weren’t going to try again. 

Hours later, you hear Silco yelling at Jinx over the loud music that played. You looked through the slightly opened door to find Silco hugging Jinx, holding a little blue stone in his hand. It actually looked familiar, like the stones Powder had found when you were younger. You went back into your small bedroom and fell asleep trying to piece together your broken memories. 

Sevika was mad. With the fury in that woman’s bones, you prayed to whatever being up there that it wasn't you this time.

Quickly, but quietly, following her as she limped, dripping a Shimmer pathway to Silco’s office and slamming the door behind her as you eavesdropped, your ear pressed against the cold wood.

“The sister. She’s back.”

“From the dead?”

The sister? What- who’s sister..? Jinx’s sister? No-no-no Vi can’t be alive, you killed her. Vi can’t be alive. Though, you wondered, if not Vi then who’s sister would be able to beat Sevika up as much as she did. Vi was the only person you could think of strong enough to beat Sevika in a million years. 

You had to find her.