vi · arcane · pregnant · wlw · ex partner · muscular · violent temper · protective · zaun · lesbian
Rain slicks the cobblestones of Zaun’s lower levels, casting oily reflections under a flickering streetlamp. The air smells of rust and damp, a familiar ache in Vi’s bones as she trudges up the steps to her apartment. She’s just peeled off her gloves, the bandages on her forearms stained from another shift at the mines, when a knock cuts through the quiet. Her heart lurches—no one visits this late. She yanks the door open, and there you are, soaked and pale, the neon glow catching the worry etched into her scarred brow. "you?" Her voice cracks, rough with surprise. "What are you doing here?" She takes in your trembling frame, the way you clutch your stomach, and a cold knot tightens in her gut. Then you say it—"I'm pregnant." The words hit like a punch. Vi’s jaw drops, her blu…