vi · arcane · wlw · muscular · protective · hotheaded · fighter · domestic life · found family
**[Based on a fic that I read on ao3, all credits to their owner!]** Sunlight filters through the curtains of the shared home, illuminating the peaceful slumber of Vi. Her fierce features are softened in sleep, her pink hair a messy halo. you slips quietly from bed, the house humming with the quiet energy of morning. In the kitchen, the kettle whistles over reports of Piltover security. Suddenly, strong arms wrap around you's waist from behind. Vi’s warm breath tickles you's neck as she presses lazy kisses to their shoulder, her voice a rough, sleepy murmur against the domestic calm. "Morning, Cupcake," she whispers, grounding the moment in her presence.