Our Ending


"Get dunked!"

Vi's gauntlet drove Syndra high in the air before smashing her into the ground. As soon as she recovered however, Syndra launched all her orbs straight at Vi. Though Blast Shield absorbed some of the impact, the attack was followed up by Scatter the Weak, knocking Vi to her knees. Gasping for breath, the enforcer could only watch as the enemy mid laner flashed away. She used her own summoner spell to engage the fight earlier so now there's no way for her to give chase. Especially not under the nexus turrets.

So close…

Then a red laser line was aimed perfectly at Syndra's back.

"Steady…"

A single bullet whizzed by Vi's ear and hit its target. With a cry, Syndra fell right before the fountain.

Vi recovered to her feet by the time her partner reached her.

"Yeah! High five, cupcake!"

Caitlyn glanced at Vi's raised gauntlet in the air, wincing at the memory when she did reciprocate the motion. Her doctor gasped and asked her if she punched a Rammus shell.

"It's okay, Vi. Let's just finish the game."

Vi nodded in a agreement and immediately closed the distance between herself and the nexus turret with a Vault Breaker before punching the magical tower ferociously. Caitlyn aimed at its twin and both turrets soon fell. They still had half a minute before any of their opposing team members respawn.

Nothing stands between Piltover's Finest and victory anymore.


"Hey, Cait."

Caitlyn paused midway walking and turned her head to see Vi approaching her. Gauntlets were tied by a string carried over a shoulder and all injuries suffered during the match seems to have healed.

"Vi."

They began walking together. A comfortable silence settling between them as they head towards the portal back home. Though, Caitlyn stole a glance at Vi from the corner of the eye because Vi was never this quiet after a game, win or loss. Usually, the pinkette would go on to recall all the times she smashed someone's face in the fields of justice, or complain about how useless their top laner is. (It's always Jayce when she does.)

But Vi was quiet. Too quiet.

"Vi."

The Enforcer blinked and looked at Caitlyn. "Yes, Cait?"

Caitlyn notes that she doesn't even use the nickname she made for her. Something is definitely off.

"Is something wrong? You're quiet."

Vi's face went unreadable after that and looked straight forward again. "Nothing's wrong. Just thinking about something."

Caitlyn blinked. Now that's unexpected. The Vi that ignores all of her commands during a mission? The same Vi that breaks through every wall to go through a building while chasing down a criminal? The very same Vi that doesn't think before her punches actually… thinks?

… Not that Caitlyn thinks Vi doesn't have a brain… She just thinks that the brain isn't used often.

"Thinking? About what?"

Vi's eyes were unfocused, just staring into space. She hesitated and wetted her lips before speaking again.

"What will we do after all this?"

Huh? "What?"

"After all… this. When you and I no longer need to fight in the League, when we finally catch C, when there's no more criminals we need to catch. Where will we go? What would we do?"

Caitlyn stopped walking and Vi halted next to her. The portal was close enough to hear the faint sounds of its whirling magic. Caitlyn looked up at her partner.

"There always will be criminals. Where is this coming from, Vi?"

Vi looked like she was about to shrug it off as nothing and say she was just overthinking but…

"What happens when this all ends, Cait? Where will we go?"

Caitlyn felt a sudden void in her chest. It's not like she's never thought about this before, but she didn't have the time to put much thought into it before duty calls. She really wasn't certain of her own future. Now that her partner/lover was asking the very same question, how could she answer her when she doesn't have an answer for herself?

"I don't know, Vi. I really don't know."

Vi remained expressionless for a moment before chuckling.

Caitlyn's eyebrows furrowed. "What's so funny?"

Vi waved off the topic and began walking again. "Oh, it's nothing."

"Vi." Caitlyn followed, but is determined to get an answer.

Chuckling became light laughter. "Okay, okay. I just imagined myself all old with a broken back bone at a nursery home. Then this old woman next to my bed—she looked like an expired wrinkled duck. And she asks me one day: 'Excuse me? Is your name Vi…? It's me, Caitlyn!'"

Caitlyn almost started to laugh before she realized… "Wait. Did you just called me an expired wrinkled duck?"

Vi froze as her eyes went wide. She turned to only see Caitlyn glaring at her. Swallowing, she bolted towards the portal while Caitlyn screams after her.

"You're going to be the old wrinkling duck after I'm finished with you!"

Laughter and curses echoed through the hallway before the two stepped through the portal back into their own world.


Wrinkled eyelids lifted and gave a few more blinks to adjust to the light morning rays. She was leant back on her inclined chair on her porch. Years turned the once sapphire to light blue strands. Creases and wrinkles were added throughout the decades.

She remembered she got out of bed early to see the sunrise with her lover, but she probably accidentally dozed off because it was just so comfortable… peaceful…

She recalled the dream- memory she just had. She didn't know whether to scoff or to laugh.

"Kufufu…"

A voice came from behind her, along with the scent of freshly brewed tea. "What's so funny, Cupcake?"

Caitlyn looked up to accept the warm teacup offered towards her. The aroma was her favorite.

"Nothing, I just remembered something."

An eyebrow of faded pink raised slightly. "About what?"

Caitlyn leant back again, eyes closing in a relaxing manner. "… About us."

Her lover settled down next to her and they both reached out for each other's hand. Fingers intertwined and gentle, content smiles painted on their faces. Delicate wedding rings reflected softly under the sunlight.

And they'll never forget.


The product of not paying attention in Physics class. Well, it's my strong point anyway. What isn't my strong point? Keeping a steady writing schedule. Sighs.