It's funny how it seems so easy to take the most important things to us for granted until they're no longer there. The road to recovery will be a long one. Vi/Caitlyn

How could something so beautiful become so tragic? A short little drabble I wrote. Hope you enjoy it enough to drop by a word of encouragement.

Wrote this during my free time because I wanted to figure out how Gnar could have joined the League of Legends. When reports surface about a giant red beast destroying Piltover's streets, what will Vi, the city's enforcer, do to keep the monster under control? Told in Vi's POV and focuses heavily on Vi and Gnar. Language is kept mostly at T level, moderate violence/blood, low gore.

The Shadow Isles always reclaim what is rightfully her's. Now, Vi's memories fall into this category. They all flood back, one by one, with no order and no matter how painful, she must relive them for one last time before they are gone forever, dragged down into the depths of the isles. (Caitlyn x Vi, Smut in a couple chapters)

When a new threat from the Void is unleashed upon Valoran, Vi is selected as part of a team to halt it. But when things go wrong, and she is sucked into the Void, time is warped and two years have passed in the real world. Piltover is no longer the city of progress, having fallen prey to gangs and criminals, and Caitlyn is nowhere to be found. Will they ever be re-united?

Jayce has been called by Caitlyn to discuss some matters only to be surprised that the talk is a little more personal than he expected.

Vi really likes the word "crush", mostly because it is another way of saying "smash" or "pulverize". Except she forgot the other meaning of it. You know, the one where you really start to like someone. And that someone she likes is her precious "Cupcake".

It's late, but there's still work to be done. This is for flightshep because she was hard at work while the rest of us were goofing off. gj shep! :3

Vi is finally accepted into the League of Legends, and Caitlyn starts to think she might not be too old for her precocious Enforcer anymore.

The sheriff was up to her neck with paperwork, half of them regarding her partner's disorderly ways of catching criminals; adding the abrasive sense of humour to boot, it was a wonder the sheriff tolerated the Enforcer like she did. But even the wildest of horses can be tamed if done correctly. Vi's moans were a testament to that. Rated M for adult themes. Not work-safe.

In the end, we're all a little anxious about something. Anxiety lies behind the masks we present for others, but we still feel it in the spike of our pulses and the ache beneath our breasts. A light, fluffy piece.

"Know your place." - After sustaining an injury on the job, Vi is given the night off patrol. However, left on her lonesome at home she begins to realise some bitter truths in her life. (Warning: Suggested Yuri ahead!)

A Piltover's Finest ficlet in the aftermath of Jinx's rampage.

Just how much ammunition did the Loose Cannon have? The answer to that question would have to be somewhere along the lines of "way too fucking much" as the night sky was turned into day by a series of explosions that made windows shatter, raining down a prism of colours onto the bruiser's head. The two had always had a rather... "explosive" relationship.

"Who just so happened to break said law," the pinkette responded smartly. The Sheriff turned her head to see that the woman was removing leather gloves and tucking the arm of her glasses into the front pocket of her shirt. Her eyes were a magnificent shade of blue—clear as the sky. "Don't worry, Cupcake, I'll have you home before curfew." A bit of our favorite crime-fighters.

A short series about a month of Sundays. Caitlyn/Vi.