being an enforcer in piltover was not for the weak. you always came home exhausted, sometimes even with a few cuts or bruises that vi would help you clean up.

today, you came home around midnight, so exhausted that you could cry. you were so out of it, you felt like you’d just fall over any second. luckily, when you got home and walked into the bedroom, you could see vi on the bed, just scrolling through her phone.

her expression softened when she saw your face, putting her phone down and holding her arms open.

“aw, c’mere, mama.” she murmured, waiting for you to step closer.

when you walked over and settled in her lap, laying your head against her shoulder with a tired whine, she was already unzipping your uniform and sliding it off of your shoulders, pressing soft kisses to your shoulders.