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novacqnes · 1 year

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mrs officer // caitlyn kiramman

summary: over the course of a year caitlyn obsessively investigates one of piltover's most notorious criminals, and it culminates into a heated interrogation.

warning: mentions of violence and death, suggestive language

word count: 2.0k

pairing: caitlyn kiramman x fem reader

a/n: i took some inspo from the beloved killing eve when writing this

“she’s responsible for the deaths of over 50 enforcers and god knows who else—“

“are you even listening to me?” jayce asked.

“just let me think for a second.”

they stood on the opposite of a one way privacy film, glaring at the woman behind it. to their knowledge she’d committed numerous crimes against the city of piltover and despite being in police custody— she was far from done.

jayce paced back and forth, seething. he wanted to storm in and interrogate her, even bringing her to tears if necessary with the horrors of stillwater. yet one thing held him back, caitlyn.

she’d hardly said a word since jayce announced your arrest. she’d fantasized about this moment for ages, obsessively following every clue and miniscule piece of evidence leading up to meeting you.

the last few months you’d consumed every aspect of caitlyn’s being. she knew you better than she knew herself at that point. and one thing she was covinced of was that you’d purposely led them to you.

you were meticulous, each crime was done efficiently and in the beginning you made sure to leave absolutely nothing behind. with no trail it would be only a matter of time before you disappeared, sparking waves of panic throughout the city until you struck again.

however the moment caitlyn began following your case you grew sloppier and less calculated. complete derailing completely from your original methodology. initially she thought it was just pure luck but with each shred of evidence left behind there was a clear distinct message.

you wanted her to find it.

“i should talk to her first.”

“what?” he sputtered, his eyes narrowed into slits.

“i can get her to open up, just let me speak to her, please?”

begrudgingly jayce nodded, gesturing to the guard, “look, she’s handcuffed so she can’t hurt you—“

“that won’t matter.”

caitlyn stepped forward, a cold chill crawling up her spine as she walked into the gray room. despite the darkness, the blinding lights from the ceiling illuminating everything around her, including you.

she couldn’t explain it, and it wasn’t because of the handcuffs but she wasn’t fearful. you were heavily bound yet the guards and jayce flinched with your every movement, meanwhile she just watched.

a small gleeful grin spread across face as caitlyn sauntered towards you. a glimmer of excitement sparked in your eyes as she got closer, a brisk wave of her scent filling the room.

she was beautiful.

you’d only been able to admire her poise and elegance from afar but finally seeing her up close knocked all of the air from your lungs. a quick repeated thump came from your chest and your cheeks took on an extreme fervor. she sat across from you, on the opposite side of the table pulling out a thick file.

“hi.”

caitlyn couldn’t allow herself to be distracted by formalities. she furiously flipped through the pages within the folder to your latest attack, slamming in front of you.

she began, “you’re currently the most wanted person in all of piltover. you have threatened the safety and well being of all citizens, and they won’t stop until you’re brought to justice.”

you gazed at the blurry picture, in it was a building demolished to nothing but pieces of rubble.

“i don’t understand?”

she spat, “look closer.”

leaning in closer you inspected the mountain of destruction. bodies were scattered everywhere, blood spatter decorating the decrepit pieces of the building. however at the very top of the hill you noticed a small gold circle glimmering through. engraved in it was the kiramman family sigil.

“you left it for me. why?”

leaning back in your chair, you examined caitlyn even further. her crystal blue eyes held a look of determination and a tinge of light pink colored her cheeks.

and god was she cute too.

she wanted to seem more intimidating, scare you into whatever confession you were expected to give but she was failing— miserably. instead, you allowed your eyes to roam over her inspecting every inch of her sculpted frame.

“you have such pretty eyes,” you teased.

the splotches of pink deepened to a fiery red hue. caitlyn faltered for a moment, she felt like she was losing at this complex imaginary game the both of you were playing.

she should’ve expected this.

you’re a flirt, it was evident at every scene, you wanted to show off and even in custody it was no different. being stern wasn’t going to work.

“why the sigil, y/n?” she said, this time with a softer tone. she leaned forward allowing her hair to fall beautifully at her shoulders. she ran her fingertips across the white table, tapping her nails against the edges of your hand cuffs.

you sighed, “i was never going to hurt you— or your family, i just wanted you to know.”

“know what?”

“that i saw you, that night after the explosion. i came back and you were there alone in your uniform….”

those were her first fateful days on the job. and in a matter of minutes dozens of enforcers were wiped out with a single deadly bomb. vividly, she remembered the smoke that poisoned her lungs, leaving her gasping for just a sliver of fresh air.

the bodies— there were so many and they were all dead, just scattered about like ants in the ruins. she must’ve stayed there for hours, caitlyn couldn’t fathom how anybody could do such a thing.

she imagined them to be the epitome of a ravenous monster lurking about, waiting to consume everything and anything. not a cute— almost innocent looking face. it frightened her how someone could look so harmless and beautiful while concealing such dark secrets.

“why were you watching me?” she whispered, her heart beating even faster at the looming silence filling the room.

you looked up, beads of sweat forming at the top of your forehead. caitlyn’s heavy gaze bore deep holes into your eyes that made it difficult to look away. her scent was closer than ever and it made you feel like you were walking on air.

“i couldn’t look away.”

the distance between the two of you was gradually waning. caitlyn felt like she was losing control, this is what you did, you lied, manipulated and cheated— but in this moment it felt so good.

“and after?”

“oh that?” you smirked, looking directly at the glass, before glancing back at caitlyn.

“that was to impress you.”

immediately the door bursted open. jayce stormed in, his face splashed with a fiery red as he stomped over to you. he towered over your seat, eyes filled with great disdain.

“jayce—“

“this is why wanted to come here? to flirt?” he growled, sticking an accusatory finger at caitlyn on the opposite side of the room. his collar was soaked in sweat and his hair beyond disheveled. he whipped back around glaring at you with fierce, crazed eyes.

“you….i’m going to make sure you never see the light of day.”

his threats felt like mere insults, leaving you almost amused. you couldn’t help but laugh at the spectacle causing both him and caitlyn to shoot confused glances at one another.

“what’s funny?”

you doubled over, loud and obnoxious fits of laughter filling the room. to the two however it didn’t sound like simple laughter it was menacing and unsettling. the strange noise caused the hairs on jayce’s neck to rise and that same wintry chill to find its way back to caitlyn’s spine.

“you know jayce, i like you. you’re quite charming but clearly not very bright.”

“excuse me?” he scoffed, while caitlyn stifled a laugh. you lifted your hands up, gently yanking on the silver cuffs.

“we’ve been through this enough times to know that no matter how many restraints you put on me, i’ll get out. i mean come on— that’s what mrs officer was trying to tell you in the first place, no?” you taunted.

jayce was baffled— all could do was stare blindly. he cursed himself for not listening to caitlyn sooner, the arrest had been to easy and now they were trapped.

on the other hand, caitlyn was unsettlingly calm. she’d replayed this moment in her head for weeks— maybe even months. she’d studied you to the point where she could almost predict what was going to happen. and it would either end with all of you dead— or alive.

“now, this is going to go one of two ways, so keep up. i could blow this place to shreds with you and the dozens of innocent people still in it. or you can let me walk out…”

quickly your eyes darted to caitlyn on the opposite side of the room.

“….with her.”

he protested, “what no—“

but caitlyn’s mind was made up before she even set foot into the grim room. she didn’t share jayce’s sentiments and more importantly she wasn’t afraid of you— she was fascinated by you.

“i’ll go.”

“you can’t be serious.”

“it’s not your decision to make,” she sighed, gently patting his shoulder before walking over to you. she removed a small key from her pocket, freeing you from all your restraints.

it was the closest you’d ever been to her, and it drove you insane. her touch was light and gentle like a feather. she was careful and handled each part of your body with the utmost care, and for just a second it allowed you to forget where you were.

“cheer up jayce, it’s just a safety measure, that way once i’m out of here i know you won’t try and kill me.” you chirped, proudly sauntering out of the room with caitlyn on your heel.

enforcers lined up and down the halls were dumbfounded as they watched you walk free. hatred and anger were sept from the dozens of looks, and you felt each one.

wild butterflies filled your stomach, leaving you with a giddy feeling as caitlyn’s body brushed against yours. the two of you walked in silence but you felt closer to her than ever. she’d blindly put her faith in you. purely based on the countless of hours she'd spent analyzing you and it made you fall even deeper for the woman.

you snuck a glance at her, gently nudging her with your shoulder, “hey, look at me.”

she brushed her hair from her face, her crystal blue eyes finding yours.

“i’ll take care of you, i promise. but you can leave whenever you want.”

the further you got from the building, the more reality began to creep in for caitlyn. she knew just how dangerous you were but she was certain you’d never hurt her. the way you spoke to her differed from most people. there was a layer of sensitivity and caution, even you giving her the option to leave, it felt completely out of character from the person she’d analyzed.

“you weren’t actually going to blow up the building, right?” she blurted.

“you’re the expert, you tell me.”

for most of jayce’s performance caitlyn had stayed silent and it wasn’t without reason. unless you had help— which she hadn’t anticipated, there would’ve been no way for you to trigger the explosion alone. however, given his state of mind rationalism wasn’t on his side.

“you certainly could’ve, you enjoy showing off but a murder suicide would be too easy and messy.”

“and she’s correct again!” you sang, skipping along the pavement.

“so are you trembling with fear yet, officer?”

although you liked caitlyn you knew time was limited. you gave her a couple of days— a week at most before she’d abandon you, sending you onto your next fixation. however caitlyn hardly reacted to your theatrics.

she shrugged her shoulders uttering a clear, “no.”

“why?”

“you don’t scare me, y/n,” she admitted.

you stopped dead on your tracks, your lips perking up into a sly grin. nobody had ever stood up to you before, at least not in the way she did. and it drove you mad but in the best possible way.

“these next few days are gonna be fun.”

#could def write a part 2 to this….#arcane #arcane x reader #arcane fanfic #caitlyn arcane #caitlyn kiramman #caitlyn x you #caitlyn x y/n #caitlyn fanfic #caitlyn x reader #caitlyn x fem reader #caitlyn x female reader #caitlyn angst #caitlyn smut #caitlyn fluff

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shortestcake · 2 years

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CUTIE

(headcanons)

Pairings: Vi x reader, Sevika x reader, Caitlyn x Reader (separate)

Pronouns used: none

Gendered terms: pretty girl

Genre: fluff

reader is described to be short, femmine, cutsie and bubbly

🍓 Vi, although I feel like doesn't have an exact type, definitely enjoys your dynamic.

🍓 Cute little you, walking around the streets of Zaun with a 5'9 brute like her

🍓 She doesn't care too much about her appearance, often completely prepared to go out in under 20 minutes

🍓 You, on the other hand, need to be told a few hours before leaving, so, she ends up watching you with lovey-dovey eyes while you get ready

🍓 Anyone who dares make a snarky remark on how you dress will certainly get their face bashed in

🍓 She often steals clothes from Piltover for you, since she knows how much you struggle to find outfits you like in the Undercity

🍓 Most people view your relationship as an opposites attract situations due not only to your appearance, but personalities

🍓 Little do they know how soft Vi is behind closed doors

🍓 How tightly she holds you each night, how sweetly she looks at you while you ramble about your day, how her mood visibly brightens when she sees you

🍓 As much as she loves holding your waist or slinging an arm around your sholder while you walk, she can't seem to get over the feeling of your delicate hands holding her rough ones

🍓 Vi isn't oblivious to the fact that most people will see you and assume you're weak

🍓 Your cheery attitude and frilly outfits create a ridiculously high contrast to the dark world surrounding you

🍓 Naturally, Vi becomes protective of you

🍓 She glares at anyone who looks at you for over two seconds, prideful when they immediately move their gaze to something else

🍓 Violet melts the first time you stand on your tippy-toes to kiss her

🍓 Ever since, she often refuses to bend down to kiss you, preening in how cute you look when you get needy

🍓 Either that or she'll pick you up, since she likes kissing you far more than teasing you

🍓 Her favourite thing to do after a long day is come home to you, if you're cooking or washing the dishes, she'll walk up behind you and wrap her arms around your waist

🍓 Eventually managing to coax you out of doing any more work, in favor of cuddling her

"C'mon, I know you'd rather snuggle up with me than this. I swear I'll wash them later, 'kay? Good, let's get to bed now sweet-thing."

🍓 Similar to Vi, Sevika enjoys your dynamic.

🍓 The scary lady of Zawn together with such a cute thing as yourself

🍓 She likes how small you are compared to her

🍓 How she could just pick you up and not struggle in the slightest

🍓 Speaking of, she adores, picking you up, your little suprised yelps never fail to make her grin

🍓 Sevika isn't one to fret over her appearance, doesn't mean she doesn't appreciate the effort you put into yours

🍓 Probably complains about the ridiculous amount of time it takes for you to pick an outfit, but she's only half serious

🍓 Your style isn't very common in the undercity, and it's one of the main things that attracted her to you

🍓 From the second she saw you walking around The Last Drop, she knew she had to know you

🍓 And so, now you spend your time at the infamous bar on Sevika's lap rather than snooping around for god knows what reason

🍓 Soon after you started dating, if she's gambling, you on her lap is a must

🍓 Your personality is something quite refreshing for Sevika

🍓 How excited you get over small things is a nice contrast to the gloomieness she's used to

🍓 She often jokes about how bizarre it seems that you've made it so far in the undercity without any protection

🍓 As light-hearted as these jokes are, Sevika isn't stupid

🍓 She knows that a lot of people consider you an easy target

🍓 So, regardless if you can defend yourself or not, she becomes extremely protective of you

🍓 If you're out together, her touch is a permanent factor

"What? Am I not allowed to hold my pretty girl? No there's no reason behind it, just want to touch you."

🍓 Caitlyn loves spoiling you

🍓 She takes any chance she gets to buy you anything and everything you like

🍓 The two of you will often probably help doll each other up for events

🍓 Caitlyn is tall

🍓 She's never really thought much about her height until she met you

🍓 When you started holding onto her arm, your much smaller frame leaning into hers while you walk around, is when she really started appreciating your height difference

🍓 Tends to carry things for you, not because she thinks you couldn't by yourself, she just like doing things for you

🍓 Loves it when you cling onto her, you could be cuddling, walking, anything really

🍓 Forehead kisses are her go-to when it comes to showing you affection

🍓 She secretly puts things higher than you can reach on purpose, just so she can have the satisfaction of giving it to you

🍓 Caitlyn is a pretty calm person, so your energy fits hers perfectly

🍓 A large amount of your conversations includes you rambling excitedly while she simply listens

🍓 You're usually on her lap while she's completing paper work, talking about your day

"Mhm, of course I'm still listening love. Just a few more papers and then we can cuddle, how's that sound?"

#vi x reader #vi imagine #vi x fem reader #vi fluff #sevika x reader #sevika imagine #sevika x fem reader #sevika fluff #caitlyn x reader #caitlyn imagine #caitlyn x fem reader #caitlyn fluff

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malulurivers · 10 months

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Brook and Fountain | Caitlyn x Musician!GN!Reader

Word count: 6.5k Request: Hello since u write for zelda and arcane can you do caitlyn x reader who is extremely musically talented but was born in zaun idk maybe they met when she was with vi in the undercity ~ Anon Warnings: very slight mentions of parental death (reader's mother is alive, no mention of another parent)

AN: a long time coming! sorry for the wait, Anon! I've edited it honestly so many times, and I'm still not quite happy with it, tbh. too much plot and not enough soft this is the first piece I've ever written for Arcane so I might've gone a little crazy. it's also the first piece I've written for our girl Cait, so I just hope I've done her justice! {Gender neutral reader.}

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a ragged breath shuddered from her lips as Caitlyn leapt from one rooftop to another. lights dazzled far below her as she collided roughly with the edge. groaning, she hoisted herself up as fast as her aching arms would allow.

scaling down the heights of the base of Piltover to the crest of the Undercity had worn her muscles out more than she had expected; especially after watching her new friend fly from creaking pipe to bar and beam—without breaking a sweat. she had figured Vi was strong, sure, but her agility had caused Caitlyn to rethink the not-so wonderful possibilities she'd tried to gloss over in her mind.

and they quickly became a lot more plausible, as she finally pulled herself up onto the rooftop. wincing at her ribs which were most likely bruised, Caitlyn realised she could no longer see the darting shadow that was her accomplice.

"Vi?"

she got back to her feet, immediately coughing. what she had learnt about the Undercity's air had been an understatement: it was thick and claggy, sticking to her tongue, the roof of her mouth, her teeth. and she wasn't even in the belly of the beast yet.

"Vi!"

she had to shout to hear herself over the twisting of cogs far off in the murk that was the air down here. Caitlyn ran to the opposite end, following the sooty footprints that marred the rooftop. she'd expected to see Vi waiting below, readied with a quip about her uniform. she would've been very right—it offered no protection at all, and her protesting ribs were proof of that.

but there was nothing. the outline of another level below was either eluding her, or didn't exist at all.

Caitlyn scoured the surrounding pipes and wires and buildings veiled with smog. she assumed this man-made canyon of sorts was a street. somewhere far, far down. though who was to be sure?

she sighed, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "guess i'm making my own way down, then.”

choosing the most robust-looking pipe further back—right by the cliffside that made the border between the two cities—she slid her way down another level. and then another. as she descended, the cogs grew distant but the cries and yells of the people below grew ever louder.

when the pipe ran out she spotted a lopsided ladder. scraping her knee to reach it, she began to descend a few more levels. there were walkways now, suspended in the air. some were covered in spray paint, or marked with intricate graffiti. the levels were surrounded by fog and populated by loitering shadows of people. however, her path did not seem to lead to any of them. only further downwards.

taking care at every wrung, Caitlyn managed to remain upright for most of her descent, and only fell a short distance once. she had landed on her feet that time, which could barely be said for when she finally touched the ground.

losing her grip, she had scuppered into a puddle, much to the entertainment of some haggard man opposite her. he was garbed in very little and by the way he staggered and lilted, was clearly very drunk.

she barely turned an eye towards him, and instead focused on the immense shadowy walls around her. she was in a stout alleyway of some kind, still near the cliff-face, but she could no longer see it. even the neon lights couldn't permeate into the shadows of the Undercity.

the smell was stronger now, completely inescapable. it was a cacophony: smoke, smog, the slight tinge of sewage, some alcohol, some oil, grease. it was far from the delicate candle wicks of home. and much like the smell, the sound was loud and roaring.

with a final sigh, as deep as she could manage, Caitlyn stepped out across uneven concrete and made her way towards the smokey glowing lights and hubbub.

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the people in the thick of the Undercity were not what she had imagined. they were garbed in patches of colour, dyes, augmented with metal or wraithed in it. she could see how they differed from those in Piltover; they were bolder, brasher, and she found herself gravitating to the edges of the street.

though she could not traverse without watching her step, her eyes stole glances everywhere.

the walkways above were strewn with people staring down below, debating and drinking. on either side of the road, with every other step there was an alleyway, obscured and smokey, haunted by shadows. the neon lights emblazoned shops, establishments like tattoo parlours and bars and brothels. one building billowed violet and haze far thicker than smog. there were the yells of a fight far off to the left, raucous laughter somewhere right, greasy food stalls aglow with flames and and a scent that permeated all the way up to where she was. the street was flooded with sensations.

it was rich—not in money, but in a new, unfamiliar way.

Caitlyn found herself in a plaza, and if she had to guess, she was in an entertainment district of sorts. the crowds were squeezing, abruptly shoving. they appeared to be queuing for a club lit with red haze and neon bars. though 'queue' perhaps wasn't the right word, as it was the opposite of orderly. the question of why they would wait so long to enter one particular place didn't occur to her, however, as her mind was preoccupied elsewhere.

through the throng was a flash of pink.

in an instant she was out of the shadows, in the thicket of people.

and even quicker was she out of them, confronted with a lanky man with fuchsia-dyed hair.

Caitlyn pressed her lips into a fine line as the man swaggered his way up to the bustling club. the dripping neon crimson glinted off his snarl as he bustled against the two heavy-set bouncers stood on guard. one look at their scowls was enough to indicate what was to follow, so hiding her head in her hood Caitlyn turned tail.

her thoughts raced. she had made sure to travel in the rough direction Vi had been sprinting in. checking the dim patterns of graffiti above she was certain she hadn't been turned around. but even after making her way so far in there was still no sign of her.

"i can't believe i was stupid enough to fall for this," she muttered, side-stepping just in time as a woman sashayed straight through the line and caused a butterfly effect. "i'll help you find Silco! the Undercity will eat you alive—well! i'm doing just fine, thanks!"

as if on cue, a ginormous figure lumbered out of a back alley. his skin looked as if it was hewn from rock, and he had an unwavering stare to boot. in a desperate attempt to avoid getting squashed, Caitlyn flung herself out of the way. her back slammed a wall as she stumbled several feet.

she cursed, staring up at the sky dejectedly. with a glance either side, she caught sight of a metal box attached to a series of pulleys. perhaps her luck had changed.

however, before she could make her way towards it, her ears caught a strange sound. at first she thought she had imagined it, as it was quickly swallowed by the noise of the crowd. but as she stilled and listened carefully… there it was again. a long tremolo note riding across the chatter and the smoke.

a violin.

of course the note wasn't strange in itself; it was a sound she recognised well, from the galas that she had attended with her parents. but it did not belong here. it was smoother and warmer than any part of this city, to the point she couldn't believe it was real, even as it lilted and flowed once more.

it sang from a place not too far from where she stood, a good few paces but mostly clear of people. as she approached she found the building was smaller and squatter than most, with round windows alight with auburn gold. inside there were many figures, murky in the condensation on the thick glass.

Caitlyn stood there for a moment, reasoning whether it would be wise to look for Vi or stay put.

stepping past a bickering couple, she searched for the door to find the iron-wrangled sign above it entirely mangled, as if it had been hammered and molten.

the door itself, however, was perfectly intact. manning it was a small creature with copious furry ears and a twitching curled tail. although, that was all Caitlyn could see as it was otherwise entirely hidden behind a large newspaper.

before she could debate with herself any longer, another note rang. this one was higher, before it dipped into a deeper hum. it was as if it was readying itself for a melody to come.

she headed straight to the door. looking to the 'guard' she waited for a response, but it did not peek out from behind the newspaper. and so she simply stepped inside.

a bell rang above her head as the door swung open with a lot less resistance than she expected. the glow of candlelight flickered in her eyes as the heat of the large main room engulfed her, and she added yet another reason as to why her uniform did not suffice. but quickly her attentions were enraptured by the tune that had brought her here.

there you were.

at the focus of the gathering, upon a tiny risen stage, you were robed in golden light. the sleeves of your white blouse—mocked up to look like the ones from the theatre—feathered down your arms to where you held your violin, poised. a single one of your fingers tapped a string as you levied your bow with a single graceful sweep.

your smile was bright, gleaming, magnetic. Caitlyn stared in awe, hanging onto your silence, your playful promise of a song to come.

your boot stomped onto a nearby stool, and you leaned into a bow. you admired how the bar erupted into raised pints, your eyes keen and glittering.

"shall you have it tonight?" you goaded. "shall i sing to you the tale of the bishy barnaby?"

"yes, please!" Caitlyn found herself calling through the crowd’s cheers, pleading you’d give everyone what they wanted. she didn't know what it would be, the song title was completely foreign to her, but she knew she needed to hear it.

in that moment, as you straightened and readied your bow, your eyes met brilliant blue. for a moment you were stunned. hidden amongst the crowd, stood between two regulars at the pub, was an unfamiliar face. but a very welcome one.

the newcomer was tall and slender, and by the way she held herself, very much not supposed to be here. but her gaze was caught on you, on your violin, and it was wondrous. you'd never seen someone so genuinely excited in your audience. her lips waiting in awe, waiting to smile. even beneath her small hood, she was as radiant as the full moon.

you grinned. you met her eye bravely, making sure she didn't look away. "if you want it, then you shall have it!"

and with a strong sweep of your bow, your melody began.

the words couldn't come to Caitlyn to describe what she was hearing. beautiful? vibrant? it wasn’t enough. the tune itself was unlike anything she’d ever heard, but the tone was of another world entirely.

your song was lively, whip-fast and brought the room to life—you animated what was already a roaring fire into something wild. your fingertips didn't miss a note, your bow not a single beat of the complicated rhythm that you wove.

your audience was cheering, stomping the beat, and your eyes glanced across to them, your smile never dimming, but Caitlyn found you returning to her every time. she couldn't help but smile, clapping along and praying that the heat of the building masked the heat on her cheeks.

you didn't sing once but your violin truly did. and Caitlyn was glad that you didn't, as she wasn't entirely sure if she could handle your singing voice.

as the crescendo built and a goblin-esque creature leapt onto the counter and began to dance, Caitlyn was overcome with laughter. and upon the sight, an acute sense of pride flooded your system.

you increased the vigour. with two electric notes your fingers danced into the final verse of your tale. you watched as the newcomer who had caught your attentions laughed even more, while several others began to dance too.

so you upped the tempo. you laid it on thick. those crystalline eyes returned to you, alight with glee and glorious wonder and in that moment you only played for her. notes spun while your bow flew. you added in double strings, extra vibrato. Caitlyn wasn't clapping anymore, simply caught in your song.

across the strings, straight to fourth as swift as the wind. one final strong note and a final stomp of your own. and there you finished.

the pub might've flooded with all the ale spilled as metal glasses clinked like drums. but you didn't care.

you raised you violin like a toast. "to all the good folk here at The Golden Coin, goodnight!"

as soon as you stepped off the stage, Caitlyn snapped out of her daze. her thoughts whirled but she couldn't bring herself to stop smiling. the dancing goblin creature yelled from the counter, "oi! y/n! when are you comin' back?!”

she searched the room where you'd just been, hoping to hear an answer, though you were nowhere to be found. she was about to head towards the bar counter when beside her, through the clatter of drinks and chatter, came a voice.

"want to get out of here?"

turning, her eyes widened. there you stood, a patchwork jacket and a large satchel over your shoulders. a violin case in one hand, the other offered to her.

Caitlyn wasn't sure what possessed her to agree with such vigour, but your smile indicated you didn't seem to mind.

"come on, it's easier to talk upstairs."

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within an instant you had scooped her hand into your own. your grip was firm, your fingers callused against her smooth skin. you weaved through the clientele like a snake, footsteps as well-practised with dodging drunkards as your hands were with your instrument.

Caitlyn was initially shocked but inevitably glad that you had hold of her as you made your way to the stairwell. after being bolstered about by several large bodies losing sight of the walls she would've gotten immediately lost for sure.

soon the two of you were on the narrow stairs, which were free of people. you glanced back at her, letting her hand go rather suddenly. "sorry about that," you chirped, "not dizzy, right?"

"not yet, though it is very hot!" she fanned herself as if you weren’t going to believe her. and then she shoved her hand back down to her side, feeling rather silly.

"tell me about it," you chuckled, shaking your head. "no open windows in this place. not that it would likely make a difference. come on."

the two of you reached the top of the staircase. Caitlyn expected you to lead her round onto the rickety landing and into one of the rooms, but instead you came to a halt barely round the corner of the banister. too busy looking at the tears in the pinkish paint on the walls, she bumped into you.

"evening."

confused, Caitlyn peered over your shoulder to find a lanky man standing in the nearest doorway. he was shrouded in dark greys and reds, his waistcoat too big on his frame, and a little too dark for his skin tone. he looked as if he had emerged from a grave, pallid with unblinking sunken eyes that stared into her soul.

the sound downstairs muffled as he leered, face twisting into anger.

she knocked her head down.

she hoped she passed it off as out of respect, but she knew too well it was not. she levelled her breathing as best she could as the man silently passed her, letting the door slam shut behind him. his eyes bore into her skin as he stalked down the stairs.

his footfalls were too heavy for a man so light. and his eyes flashed in her thoughts: harsh and dark and glimmering with something akin to malice.

unsettled, she swallowed thickly, deciding to work up some courage to turn around and face him as he descended. but before she could look upon him once more, you snorted.

"well that was rude!"

Caitlyn's attentions whipped back to you. you weren't even sparing the man a glance, just looking at the door and then back to her, eyes wide. "slamming the door like that? Pen is not going to let him board in here again, that's for sure! some people, honestly..."

as you muttered, you reached up and tugged a chord hanging in the corner. a flap in the ceiling opened, and an ancient ladder complained endlessly as it unfolded.

when it clanged against the wall, Caitlyn couldn't help but flinch. you must have caught it in the corner of your eye as you immediately offered her a reassuring smile. "you alright? honestly, don’t worry about him. those types aren't worth your time."

“i've dealt with worse...” Caitlyn nodded, slowly making her way to the ladder. “is this going to break on me?"

you pursed your lips. "probably not?" seeing her fold her arms you insisted, "no, no it won't! i promise! but, you gotta go first, it's cooler if you get to see it without me standing in the way."

"what's up there anyway?" Caitlyn cocked her head playfully. "and why should i trust you?"

"what's up there? a somewhat hidden gem, which i promise is worth it! as for why you should trust me," you pondered for a moment, "obviously because this face is too memorable to forget! which means if i did get in trouble, i would be so incredibly easy to track down! you'd have no issue seeking your revenge."

"you're just that famous around here, huh?" she laughed, shaking her head. she turned to make her way up the ladder. the metal protested eagerly, but did not break. as she headed up she knew it was going to take a while for her eyes to adjust due to just how dark it was up there. even so, she peered downwards as she climbed to check on you. and there she spotted you glaring towards the stairwell. it was quite jarring seeing your face laden with such a frown.

soon enough Caitlyn ran out of wrungs and was up on the roof of The Golden Coin. it was an enclosed space. the building seemed to be squeezed between two towering walls of stone and iron sheets either side. pipes littered the edges, shooting steam and dripping questionable liquids. several beams lead to who knew where, and above was the dark shape of another level. the edge of the roof was lined with a rusted railing, making it a sheltered balcony.

or a secret hideout, Caitlyn mused. as she noticed the small lopsided stools and old gas lamp off to the side, she realised you'd had the same idea. she stepped forward, coaxed by the a stack of crumpled papers secured by a stone on an upside down box, when she finally regarded the star of the show.

the wall on the opposite side of the street was a vertical gallery. upon its dominating face stretching high into the cityscape, drapes of colours cut through its cold demeanor. there were streaks of names and taglines, faces etched in dripping paints, abstract symbols. some were hasty, others crude, many calculated and one or two effortless. hundreds of different styles and merging into one, swirling into one storm of art.

she approached the edge, as far as she could go. she pulled down her hood, transfixed.

"pretty, right?" you said, coming to stand beside her.

her hands felt across the air until they rested on rest on the rail. she couldn't summon the words to describe what she was witnessing.

as she couldn't draw her eyes away, that sense of pride filtered through your chest once again. "nothing like topside, i bet."

finally she tore herself away, but only for a moment. "when you said upstairs, i figured you meant up... stairs, but... this...!"

"you really aren't from round here are you?" you giggled, dropping your violin case at your feet to admire the view for yourself. you traced its familiar lines in your head, taking in a few of your favourites in particular. you wondered which ones your newcomer marvelled first. "i'm y/n, and you are?"

"Caitlyn."

when she was finally able to tear her eyes away from the sights properly this time, she found you grinning rather proudly. "that's a lovely name. you take after it well."

Caitlyn couldn't help the bubbles that fizzed in her chest. she huffed, regarding the masterpiece opposite her once more. "not as lovely as that, i would argue. what... is it?"

you tutted, leaning against the railing. "it's The Big Eastern-Side Mural, as named by me. though if you want to be more technical, it's a patchwork of hundreds of graffiti. the canvas: an old crusty factory—it's repurposed now." you pointed off to the corner of the building. "that's the only walkway to get up there. takes a lot of balance. not my sort of venture, though. these fingers are made more music, and i quite prefer the view here."

you eyed her up carefully, smile faltering ever so slightly. the wonder in her eyes was making your heart skip, but also the worry creep in. the man downstairs flashed into your mind. "what brings you here? to the old Coin, or should i say the Undercity in general?"

"well," Caitlyn hummed, "it's a bit of a long story."

"i've got time."

it was her turn to eye you. you were relaxed, your back to the railing and elbow poised gracefully upon it. you exuded a gentleness she hadn't expected down here. she came forward to lean against the railing, returning to the city below.

and avoiding your gaze, she explained everything to you. well, not everything—she skipped the major details such as names, the prison and her reason to be down there. but enough that you hummed in acknowledgement.

"as for here specifically, that's you. i heard your violin outside." finishing with a shrug, she then grimaced. "wait, is it really that obvious? that i'm not...?"

you laughed apologetically. "don't want to burst your bubble, but the uniform isn't exactly subtle..."

"it was a very quick turn around! i was able to grab this small cloak-thing before i left but—" Caitlyn sighed, running her fingertips across her arm wraps. "i don't even know what this uniform is good for at this point. it doesn't keep me cool or warm, doesn't protect me from getting bruised, it's truly—"

"are you ok?"

your question was sudden, so sudden it took Caitlyn by surprise. "oh. yes. a little bruised but—"

your face was still crumpled in concern. "bruised? what happened?"

"the journey down, the Undercity parkour," she tried to joke, but you didn't laugh. "it was an... experience. i just messed up a jump."

the tension loosened in your jaw. "oh, i see! i thought you'd gotten jumped! was wondering if i needed to have words with someone."

"well, there was this old drunkard who laughed at me when i slipped in a puddle..." the smile returned to your lips, and Caitlyn had to ignore how it sparked the corners of her own too. hesitantly, she asked: "hey, i'm glad that you showed me this, it's a pretty sight. but... why?"

a moment passed.

what to tell her, what not to tell her... you spun the ideas around in your mind. you didn't want to disrupt her wonder; you couldn't name a single time you'd witnessed a topsider admire your home with lights in their eyes. but you knew your home all too well, too.

you took a deep breath. "like i said, you're not from round here. and people can sense it from a mile away. remember that creep downstairs?"

"yeah. why did he act like that? who is he?"

"i have no idea. but there are many like him. i figured someone like you wouldn't be down here without good reason, as you've put yourself in a pretty precarious position, but... i just... wanted to tell you to be careful, really." you offered her a playful wink. "and introduce myself properly, of course. gotta be welcoming to newcomers, right? or they'll never come back and give you their dime again!"

she scoffed. "but i didn't even give you any money!"

you feigned horror, pacing away from her in your facade. "how dare you! Caitlyn, I cannot believe—!"

"i'm sorry! i'm sorry! you absolutely deserve it, hang on." she began to fish about in the pouch at her hip, but you quickly stopped her with a waggle of your hand.

"no, no, i'm only teasing. you don't need to pay me."

"i know you are, but you can't just play for free!" she huffed. "please, i insist! your music is... unlike anything else i've heard."

as soon as you returned to the railing, you were presented with her. there were those bright blue eyes once again, transfixed on you wholly. this time they were firm, unwavering in a whole new way.

and in your mind, a few harmonic notes played.

you tried to look elsewhere, but you only ran into her silky dark hair, bangs framing her delicate face; then her hand, fingers slender and offering several golden coins. the dim light did only did you a single favour, and that was not reflecting her face to fluster you any more.

you shook your head, feeling your cheeks heat up. you tilted your head ever so slightly so that it was shadowed, and gently furled her fingers back over her money. "you're too kind, Caitlyn. but i can't accept that."

she let you close her hand, and push it back to her. but her stare didn't let up. tucking the money away, Caitlyn cocked her head, before levying it on her palm. "fine. can i see your violin?"

"of course!"

leaping to your case you brought out the instrument. the wood had a mottled grain and a rich hue. the bridge was dusted with rosin that you'd not yet swept away, and on the underside of the chinrest you'd strapped several folded shreds of cloth for extra padding. it was well-used, tuning pegs darkened with only two strings that matched in exact colour. but Caitlyn could tell it was made with a talented hand; it looked no different to the ones she'd seen at the balls she'd attended with her parents.

and once more you were struck with her wonder.

"it's beautiful."

you sighed bittersweetly. "last one my mum ever made."

"Janna, y/n, i'm so sorry!"

you blinked at her until the penny dropped. "oh! no, she's not dead!" you chuckled, placing the violin back in its case and locking it shut. "she just had to give up the trade because materials became too scarce. and, you know, gotta afford to live."

"even so, that's quite sad," she said slowly, "which is exactly why you must let me pay you."

you sucked in air as you bit your lip. "oh, you are stubborn...!"

"wouldn't have ended up in this uniform if i wasn't."

a laugh bubbled up before you could stop it. you drew nearer, squinting into the haze far off to the left. "listen, one day i'll be performing up there."

Caitlyn followed your nod upward, finding the top of the crevice that formed the multi-level street. at the crest there was the blooming pale glow of the city far above. her home. the sheer distance abruptly stormed into her mind, and Caitlyn suddenly felt rather small. she kept a straight face, watching you, making sure you didn't notice.

no, you were caught up in your musings, a smirk on your lips. "once i'm up there, money won't even matter at all. and my mum can go back to making violins, violas, damn she may even be able to make a cello! and we'll get to live comfortably." and now there was a teasing glint in your eye. "perhaps... if you really want to help... you keep the cash on you, and instead put in a good word for me!"

"me?!"

you laughed, mirroring her in leaning on the railing, brushing her shoulder with yours. "yes, you! you're from up there, aren't you? or are you just some strange kiss-o-gram?"

"a what? no! how could i be—?" she laughed incredulously. "do people do that down here? dress up as—? to—?!"

"well, not that i've seen, but then again i'm not exactly one to buy their services." you couldn't hide your grin. "that being said, i think you'd be successful!"

"oh, stop it...!" she batted her hand, "this uniform is definitely not for protection that's for sure, but it's not... it's not good for that either—"

"i wasn't talking about the uniform, Caitlyn."

silence fell across the balcony. Caitlyn's eyes widened as her heart lurched. her thoughts swirled as she replayed what you'd said. as she blushed, she hoped the lights obscured it. meanwhile, the confidence that you had dripped from your smirk had dissipated in a moment.

"sorry, i didn't mean like, you would should go into that job or anything, i just meant that you are—um." you cleared your throat, readjusting your jacket hem.

as you did so Caitlyn caught your own flushed cheeks and looked away, biting her lip to keep herself from teasing you. "i know what you meant. thank you. and you're not too bad looking yourself!"

"that's good to know!" you fixed your hair. "i'm a performer, not just the musician. a double-threat! that's what makes me... successful." you trailed off again.

as quiet settled over the two of you, Caitlyn turned back to the sights below for a distraction. she opted to have another look for Vi in the crowds, though it was ineffective as she kept finding herself checking the corner of her eye, seeing what you were up to. your expression was rather plain, the tinge of awkwardness still there, but otherwise lost in thought. you were absently playing with your fingers.

cute, she thought. and in a desperate attempt to stop those thoughts from running their course, Caitlyn broached the silence. "so, these are your streets, right? the person that was leading me around, her name's Vi. do you know her?"

your brain leapt back into the real world, and straight into gear. you muttered the name a few times, before, "the name does sound familiar, but i haven't heard it in a while. a long while, now that i think about it."

"seven years? or so?"

you looked surprised. "well, if i had to give a more exact guess... but it's really hard to tell because a lot goes on down here. place changes more than the weather." you scratched the back of your neck. "sorry, i can't give you any more than that. i would like to help out if i can. do you know where you were headed?"

"um... no, she didn't say." Caitlyn avoided your gaze, scouring the passing crowds below instead once again. not that it was very effective, as she felt you watching her. wondering if she'd been caught out, she found herself glancing back to you. "what?"

"have you got a plan?"

she exhaled. "wait? i guess. easier for her to find me if i stay in one place. if she decides to look for me, that is."

you thought for a moment, folding your arms. "she'll come back for you." your words were firm.

"you think so?"

you snorted. "if she doesn't, well, she's pretty dumb. and i'll tell her that, if i run into her, how's that? ooh! i could write a song about her! at what a bad decision it was leaving you behind—!"

"there's no need for that! she's not... i'm not..." Caitlyn rolled her eyes, spinning round so that she had her back to the view. the lights only illuminated her back, now, and her face was cast half into shadow. as she tried to find her answer, searching for words that didn't seem to want to come together, your mind was spinning. your fingers itched to play. a new melody was finding its feet in your head. she was like the moon.

"i think i'd much rather have a song about me than the time i got left behind for not running fast enough...! as that would be embarrassing," she finally said, but soon after mumbled, "though would a song about me be any less?"

"absolutely." you knew she meant the first part as a joke, but your fingers were tapping the railing in a search for a rhythm. it was beginning to fall into sync with the first few bars of the new melody.

your eyes were sparkling. at first Caitlyn thought it was just the neon lights below, but there was something more tinging them.

"it wouldn't be embarrassing at all, Caitlyn. having a song about you is inevitable. it happens to all of us, eventually." you chewed your lip as the melody paused for a moment, waiting for more input. you mumbled, "it's doable. it's very doable..."

Caitlyn wanted to ask what you were talking about, but decided not to. cogs were turning in your head, and she didn't want to disrupt them.

the two of you had your backs resting against the railing. the glare of the lights below could only be reflected in your cheeks now, and even in the dark Caitlyn glowed. the melody sparked by her continued, while unbeknownst to you, she came to the same conclusion about you.

having to look upon her again to find the next part of the tune made you realise she was waiting. you hushed an apology, explaining, "what i mean is, inspiration can flow from many, many places. some flow like a brook, others like a fountain. occasionally you get the odd stone. but people aren't any different. and well, you..."

before you could continue, a cacophony of discordant loud shouts stomped over the melody as well as your peace. you recognised the sounds all too well: a fist cracking a bone, a body hitting the ground. you whipped round and peered down as she did. her brows furrowed until her expression melted into a sheepish grimace.

on the street was a scrap, though it was rather one sided. the stony man from earlier Caitlyn recognised, and he was trying to hold another man back, while a woman with pink hair shoved someone else to the ground.

"is... that your Vi?" you asked, bemused.

"well, i really wouldn't say she's mine. but yes, that's Vi."

you nodded in understanding, standing a little taller. "told you she'd come back."

she agreed with a small smile. although she pulled away from the railing, her feet came to a quick halt. "i should go down, shouldn't i?"

"probably, yeah."

"before she knocks someone out. or gets knocked out. most likely the first one."

"most definitely."

your eyes met. you distinctly wondered if she struggled to hold your gaze as you did hers. "come back here, sometime."

she paused, eyes narrowing. "will you be here?"

"well, i do have other places on my 'grand tour' if you will, but uh..." you trailed off, fake grandeur dissipating. "yeah. most likely. on the off-chance i'm not though, you can ask the bouncer, Po. they usually know where i'm headed."

there was a moment where you weren't sure she was going to agree.

"then i'll make sure to do that."

you barely hid your shaky exhaled breath as your heartbeat returned to somewhat-normal. you were somewhat grateful for the chorus of shouts that picked up again for bringing you back to earth. you searched vacantly for the source below, giving yourself an excuse to look away. "you really need to go. best of luck handling everything!"

she thanked you, hastily making her way towards the ladder. when you heard her footfalls you instantly turned away from the light of the street. seeing her back, you cursed yourself out. that was your last chance to take in her features before she left—because who knew what the future held? you certainly would be praying to any god that would listen that she would find her way back so you could talk to her again, but this was the Undercity. and she was from Piltover. she was an enforcer. the realisation of how much luck had swayed in your way that night sunk in and winded you. as well as the confusion.

but right then, before your very eyes, she stopped. she was stood next to the ladder. and then she was a step away from it, her back no longer turned to you. it was dark in the shadows but there was her smile. and you were enraptured.

"i just wanted to say, y/n, i really enjoyed your song."

her voice, too. you committed it to memory—her sweet tone, her accent. you barely registered the high words of praise she was giving you.

"you deserve to have the grandest stage in Piltover."

Caitlyn watched you fumble for words, your mouth hanging open like a fish. she would've laughed if she hadn't felt just as silly doing such a dramatic turn around. she felt as if she was in one of those flimsy romance books. regret washed over her until she remembered that they always had happy endings. and considering the street she was about to run into again, the leering not-quite-man from earlier, the trail she was following, and the light-hearted nature of this moment coming to an end—that idea was rather comforting.

once your brain had thoroughly short-circuited, you mustered up: "thank you. that means a lot. especially from you."

her smile was small. "i'll see you soon."

she said it with such certainty that despite everything, you believed her.

"we'll see each other again, Caitlyn." you gave her a wave, which she mirrored.

and before you could register it, she had dipped down the ladder and was out of sight. she was gone.

well, she's not gone just yet, you reasoned, she's just a level below.

but then you waited, counting the seconds. she was likely down the stairs by now, you guessed. and then out of the door. you heard the bell ring, you could've sworn it.

but your feet didn't move. you just stood wordless in the dark. her laugh replayed in your thoughts, and the first thing you looked at after she left was your violin.

her melody began to play in your head.

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#caitlyn x reader #caitlyn kiramman #caitlyn fluff #arcane #caitlyn arcane #caitlyn kiramman x reader #arcane x reader #arcane fluff #caitlyn oneshot #caitlyn x reader oneshot #caitlyn kiramman oneshot #caitlyn x reader fluff #arcane oneshot #listen i write a lot of prose and i should probably write on ao3 all things considered--#also this feels like it could have more parts #i have some ideas as to where it could go #but this took me a very long time to write so im not sure #my writing

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angelltheninth · 4 months

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how about arcane x reader with how they act when there drunk?

(I imagine Vi to be quite the flirt lol)

Please and thank you!

Oh boy, yeah, I bet they would all be fun in their own way.

Pairing: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Ekko, Silco, Vander, Sevika, Viktor, Jayce, Mel x Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, kissing, drinking alcohol, flirting, cuddles, teasing, literal sleeping together, headache

A/N: I'm really tired today so I'll make this one quick. I really hope it's just a cold.

Jinx is a really happy drunk. If you think she's hyperactive when she's sober then you haven't seen anything yet. You can hardly keep up with the things that she's talking about and they begin to get less and less understandable. The only way to get her to stop is to kiss her.

Vi does get very flirty with you after a few drinks. Usually she's more of a woman of actions then words but she really loosens up with her feelings when she's drunk. She has nothing but compliments to give you, even as her eyes drift closed she needs to tell you she loves you.

Caitlyn will get a lot more touchy with you. She calls you her darling at the end of every sentence like she wants to make sure everyone gets that you're together. As if the many kisses you've shared weren't enough of a message to them.

Ekko is a huge cuddler when he drinks. He will wrap his arms around you and keep you close against him, absentmindedly kissing your neck. There's nowhere he would rather be right now then holding you against him, slightly buzzed but really happy.

Silco lets himself fall asleep on your shoulder when he gets drunk. But just because he's asleep doesn't mean he's ready to let you go just yet. One of his arms still has a hold on you, keeping you by his side until he wakes up, reacting to every forehead kiss with a smile.

Vander actually starts singing when he's drunk. He has a nice voice too but he would never take that compliment without getting drunk first. That's why everyone really looks forward to him at any kind of celebration, it's always loud with him around.

Sevika can't stop kissing you when she gets drunk. Won't let anything stop her in her quest of making you breathless, not even you telling her she needs to sleep this off. Yes, her headache will be horrible the next day, but a kiss can fix that too.

Viktor doesn't drink that often actually but when he does he goes off on a million different tirades. He changes topics way too quickly too, laughing every time he manages to confuse you. He also talks about how lucky he is to have you in his life, so happy.

Jayce insists that he can carry you to bed while he's drunk. Although he ends up tripping over his own feet and the both of you fall down, very ungracefully. He won't let that get in the way of his kisses, but he does fall asleep fairly quickly so you're left cuddling with him.

Mel only drinks at celebrations and even then she rarely gets drunk, she has a reputation to keep after all. When she does get drunk she can get very openly affectionate, so much so that you have to lead her away because you can't handle her teasing without kissing her.

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kovrikkk · 10 months

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Let's go lesbians let's go

#vi arcane #arcane fanart #arcane #arcane fluff #arcane vi fanart #wlw art #fanart #artists on tumblr #art #caitvi fanart #caitlyn the sheriff of piltover #league of legends caitlyn #caitvi #caitlyn kiramman #caitlyn arcane #arcane series #piltover's finest #arcane piltover #vi the piltover enforcer

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astridselixir · 7 months

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A/n: I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED A DRAFT. I’M ACTUALLY CRYING. I FEEL SO UPSET. It was my first request too :(( This was a request from an anon but I also lost that when I deleted the draft, so anon, wherever you are, I’m sorry 🥹💔 Have this as an apology 😭

Characters: Caitlyn, Vi, Sevika, Jinx

Summary: Hcs when you sleep with them <3

Warnings: none. Just fluff and a bit suggestive ig

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Caitlyn

☆彡 Caitlyn is definitely clingy when you two sleep together. Like she just throws herself on you and she’s not ashamed of it, in fact, she’s proud of it.

She also really loves being held and will never pass up the opportunity to be the little spoon. Especially after a tiring day of work as an enforcer (with her coworkers being an ass to her), one simple hug from you and it’s as if her problems floated away. “Magic” as she would call it.

Her favorite position to sleep in would be wherein her face is all smushed up against your chest/belly. She loves it so much because it’s as close as she can get to you, letting her know that you were there and just within arms reach.

Although you aren’t sure how she gets into this specific position or how she moves without you noticing, but hey, it’s Caitlyn, you would love her even with her strange ways.

And of course, there’s the occasional worry that she might not be getting enough oxygen with her face buried onto you like that. You’ve brought this up to her a few times but she always dismisses that fact and would sometimes retort with something cheesy like: “Why would I need air when I have you, my love?” She’s such a romantic it’s adorable.

But besides that fact, sleeping with Caitlyn is always warm and comfortable. One that you can freely call a “safe haven”. Free from worries and doubts the minute she’s in your arms.

☆彡 Vi will most definitely not let you go if she doesn’t feel like it. And it doesn’t help the fact that she has an iron grip, so you know damn well there’s no way of resisting once you’re in her hold.

Let’s be real, Vi’s had a rough life so naturally, it would be hard for her to show affection. It’s something she’s ashamed of and tries her hardest to change whenever she’s with you. She’ll always try to be the best version of herself because that’s just how much she loves you.

She’s never been good with words since she’s learned how to solve problems with her fists, so it takes a bit of adjusting when you first get into a relationship together.

Because she’s not good with words, she shows her affection through actions more. These actions can be many things. From walking you home, to giving you meaningful gifts, to always taking care of you. But of course, her favorite is spending time with you and touching you anytime she can. And cuddles is the number one option when it comes down to it.

Vi is also definitely the type to whisper sweet nothings into your ear while giving you featherlight kisses all over your face, hoping to ease any pent up stress within your system as she holds you close to her.

She’s such a big softie when it comes to you and she’s not complaining <3

Sevika

☆彡 Just like Vi, you are trapped the minute Sevika pulls you down on your shared bed. She’s not afraid to cage you in her arms, causing your vision to be obscured by her muscles— which is a heavenly sight by the way. But, she knows you wouldn’t complain. And she also knows you like it too much to do so.

It’s not hard to tell that Sevika is much larger than you. Her tall frame and physique is enough to let everyone know that. You on the other hand, you’re much smaller. Not only in height but in weight too. You’re short and light, something Sevika finds adorable.

Now, let’s get something straight; Sevika isn’t soft, she’s stern and aggressive, which contrasts to your kind and lively personality.

Because of this, she isn’t afraid to tone her emotions down so you’ll be more comfortable, which is also why she’s so careful with you whenever you guys are cuddling or sleeping together— I mean, she doesn’t want to accidentally suffocate you in the middle of sleeping now does she?

Although, cuddling with Sevika either ends up becoming a make out session or her giving you multiple hickies that are impossible to cover. This woman’s libido is just too high and you are living for it.

Jinx

☆彡 Jinx 100% wraps her arms and legs around your body when you two are sleeping. She clings onto for dear life and her grip is always firm, as if not allowing you to leave unless she says so.

And her hair is most definitely just sprawled everywhere; on your face, your body, over the edge of the bed, everywhere.

She’s your unhinged, blue-haired Rapunzel 💙

Jinx is also a tease. You guys could be having such a sweet time cuddling and she’d slip her hands up your shirt and graze the skin of your stomach purposely, just to see your flustered reaction to her touch. She loves how quickly your face turns to a shade of crimson and the momentary panic in your eyes once you realize what she’s doing.

But other than that, Jinx is clingy. Like REALLY clingy.

When you guys sleep together, she would unconsciously nuzzle her face on your neck, smiling in content once she’s sure that you really are there and not just a figment of your imagination.

Because of Jinx’s past, she’s had a hard time accepting and giving affection. She’s so afraid that the minute she let’s her guard down, you’ll just get up and leave her— but you proved her wrong. You were there when Jinx was having her episodes, her breakdowns, practically all of her moments in darkness. You stayed beside her and comforted her through them.

And then and there she knew, she knew it was you she wanted to be with for life.

You were her everything. Her sanctuary, her sun, her life, her lover. She would do anything to keep you beside her, even if it meant needing to kill. But she would only resort to that if someone had badly hurt you. She’s learned to keep her impulsiveness in check since she doesn’t want to scare you off.

She knows she’s too much to bear but you’ve reassured her that she’s your too much.

And Jinx isn’t sure how many times she’s loved you even more.

(A/n: AAA FINALLY DONE. I hope you guys like it! And anon, wherever you may be, I hope you find this 😭 Thank you guys for reading and have a great day!)

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hello! i was wonder if you could do fluffy headcannons for vi and caitlyn? thanks in advance and have fun writing this : D

Fluffly Vi and Caitlyn HC's

Vi is actually quite a bookworm! Growing up in the Lanes makes it hard to learn how to read and it wasn't until Vander found her trying to make sense of a novel left behind by a patron at the Last Drop that she started learning. Vander taught her himself, after the rest of her adoptive siblings went to bed, Vi would stay up and have Vander teach her how to read next to the soft glow of candle light. Those are some of her favorite memories with him.

She is a dog person through and through. Will beg for the two of you to adopt a dog once you've been living together for a while and you always seemed unsure. Little did she know, you were actually planning to surprise her with a puppy for her birthday! And when you finally do, oh, she cries so much! There are tears of happiness sliding down her freckled cheeks as she holds the tiny golden retriever puppy in her hands. Your apartment is alive with the sounds of her sobs and the puppy's attempts at barking, your heart clenches with joy at the scene. Vi will forever be grateful to you for such a thoughtful and amazing gift. She knows she can never repay you but she's willing to try through kisses and hugs.

Hates going clothes shopping unless you're the one doing it. If so, she's at your service. She'll carry your bags, point out clothes that she thinks you'll look nice in and compliment you when you try them on. When she's the one buying clothes, she likes for it to be done as quickly as possible. Though she can't say she minds the appreciative looks you give her when she tries on some particularly tight clothes or ones that show off her muscles.

Loves silly pet names. Cutie, honey bee, hot stuff, etc. But most of the time she likes to stick with good ol' 'babe'. Her heart almost jumps out of her chest the first time you call her 'darling'. There's just something about the way that word rolls off of your tongue that makes her stomach erupt with butterflies. First names are only uttered in serious situations.

Her giving love language is physical touch, receiving is words of affirmation. Vi loves being close to you, hugging, kissing and touching you whenever she can. She craves reassurance and affirmation due to her past. Needs to know she's good to you and that you feel loved and protected by her side.

Her favorite season is autumn! It's chilly but not too cold, but at the same time cold enough for her to cozy up inside and enjoy the rainy scenery unfolding outside your shared place. Even better if the two of you cuddle under a blanket and doze off in each other's arms. Violet swears she never slept better.

As much as she adores being the big spoon, she has a secret fondness for being the small spoon too. Especially after a nightmare, Vi needs to be held and feel protected. Her life has been one of hardship and being in your embrace reminds her that that period of her life is over. Now there is only your warmth and smile which protect her from all harm and sadness life brings.

CAITLYN

Has no bias when it comes to dogs or cats, but since she grew up with dogs, she isn't opposed to adopting a cat with you this time around. She had planned to find a more exotic and fancy cat breed but that went out the window one night as she was coming back from work. Coming back to you. It was a rainy night and it was already quite late as she stayed longer in her office than she should've so she was hurrying along. Despite the heavy sounds of rain and her footsteps echoing off the pavement, her ears managed to pick up a tiny, desperate sound. Cautiously following it to a dark alley, she was surprised when she stumbled upon a dirty kitten that was meowing its little heart out. Caitlyn couldn't bear to just leave it so she took it home to you. Your kind soul immediately saw the kitten as a new addition to your little family and it made Caitlyn so happy. The sweet but feisty calico kitten would quickly become an integral part of your everyday lives and the two of you wouldn't have it any other way!

Opposite of Vi when it comes to shopping, Caitlyn loves indulging herself with new fits and it's even better if she gets to do the same for you! Be prepared to never have to use your wallet ever again because your girlfriend has you covered. Loves to spoil you with whatever you desire and buys you stuff weekly, even if you don't ask for it. Whenever she buys you new clothes, Caitlyn likes to make a little show out of it! She'll twirl you around and give advice on how to pair different articles of clothing. However, she understands if it may be a bit too much at first so she'll start off with small and inexpensive but sentimental gifts. Anything to make you happy.

Caitlyn secretly collects antique porcelain figurines. She remembers her mother always having some on display when she was a child but never let her go near them in fear that she'd break them on accident. But she was always so amazed by their graceful yet still forms and the details which adorned their smooth surface. So, when she got older, she started buying them out of pure self-indulgence. When the two of you start dating, she's actually a bit scared that you'll find her obsession silly but, as always, you pleasantly surprise her with a look of awe and compliments on how pretty they are. When a couple of days later you show up with a gift for her, she is so happy! That happiness grows too big for her heart to contain when the gift turns out to be two custom-made porcelain figures with a striking resemblance to the two of you. You may not know it, but this definitely helped heal her inner child.

Besides practicing shooting, Caitlyn also loves fencing! It lets her release tension and stress which piles up from work and it keeps her agile. Puffs out her chest with pride if she ever spots you watching her during practice. Tries extra hard to impress you but at the same time gets really clumsy because she's constantly checking if your eyes are on her and only her. You catch on quickly and find it very endearing.

Soft and sweet pastries are her weakness. Goes to her favorite bakery to pick up her breakfast every morning before work. Once she's with you, she drops by in the afternoon too, during her break, so she can get you your favorite and give it to you when she gets home. At the end of a long day, there is nothing Caitlyn yearns for more than the sweet taste of a flaky pastry and your soft lips.

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pixievi · 2 years

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characters | vi, caitlyn, ellie williams, kassandra of sparta, eivor varinsdottir

fandoms | arcane, the last of us ii, assassins creed valhalla & odyssey

warnings | none, you can show this to your nan (except there is a smidge of suggestiveness in kassandra’s but it’s still senior citizens safe)

In denial

The way she sees it, it’s just another person she cares about that could get hurt or worse

Which she doesn’t want to go through again

So she keeps it locked away, opting to just be there for you whenever you need her

Despite this mental agreement she has with herself, she still finds moments where all she can think about is you. Your smile, your laugh, your kindness, your soft gaze..

She is constantly around you, following you like a lost puppy. Not that you mind, Vi on the other hand realises she does it embarrassingly often and the part of her that’s in denial low-key hopes her constant presence annoys you, so you’ll avoid her

So she can get rid of that constant ache in her chest whenever she looks at you

It was like that for months, Vi trying to shove down those feelings while simultaneously being comforted by the daydreams of you and her while you both got closer

Her plans to keep it to herself became more painful as time went on because thoughts of you being with someone else or just losing you in general, plagued her

After a particularly bad nightmare that had elements of those worries, she found herself in your bed wrapped in your arms. You didn’t ask when she came through your window, just understood that she needed comfort. Which is another thing she loved about you

That arrangement wasn’t new, her sharing your bed. Especially after bad dreams. So you thought nothing of it and tried your best to make her feel better in whatever way she needed

Her head was buried in your chest, listening to your heartbeat. The steady rhythm knocking on her little ‘in denial’ door. She realised she couldn’t take it anymore, so fuck it

She mumbled her confession into your skin, her words freezing the hand that traced patterns on her back. Everything made sense

You kissed her forehead and she relaxed, somehow melting even more into you

caitlyn

Hopeless romantic

Met you at your job in a local cafe, which has become her most frequented spot as of late. For no apparent reason

Since that day, she has anonymously sent numerous bouquets of flowers to your workplace, addressed to you which were all accompanied by sweet little notes

While she had a raging crush, she was still shy and wasn’t sure

She would always make sure to chat with you, delighting in the smiles and laughs you gave her

She looked forward to her lunch breaks, because she got to spend them with you. And on those days where your breaks matched with each other, she’d spend that time with you while trying to contain her giddiness

You know that investigation journal she has? Don’t tell me she doesn’t have a personal one where she blushes about her crush on you

After fiercely debating with herself, she mustered the confidence to ask you out on a date. When you said yes, her eyes lit up and she had to stop herself from jumping up in excitement. Instead covering it with a warm smile and pressing a soft kiss to your hand like the gentlewoman she is

She treated you like a princess on the date

But, one thing she was doing was keeping the conversation on you. Especially when it came to topics you were interested in. She did that on purpose, as she thought she would bore you if she started talking about the things she likes to study herself and her interests

However, that was quickly shutdown when you caught on to it and informed her that in fact, you were very interested in her various knowledge. Finding it endearing how she’d talk with her hands when she got passionate about a topic or just something she was interested in

It warmed her to the core. As if she couldn’t adore you any more

The night couldn’t have gone any better

ellie

Very shy

Sketches you all the time in her journal

I feel like she’s much more of ‘I show my interest/love for you in my actions’ type person, at least in this case

A common thing she’s found herself saying to you since her feelings developed is ‘I saw this and thought you might like it’

Another one would be ‘wanna watch a movie?’

She finds herself more quiet around you, settling for soft smiles rather than words. Something Jesse has definitely noticed and definitely teases her endlessly about

Has to look away from your gaze because if she locks eyes with you for more than 5 seconds she’ll start flushing and stumbling over her words

Fiddles with her sleeves or the hem of jumper/top whenever she speaks to you

Once she gets more comfortable in realising that you do like her, as a friend at least, she’ll start getting more bold

Teasing you, annoying the shit out of you..just plain messing with you.

But also hugs you tight, rests her head in your lap, letting you borrow her books and clothes etc

Speaking of you borrowing her clothes, the first time she saw you wear one of jumpers was the day she thought she was gonna combust

It was another night of hanging out at her place, playing video games while Ellie tried her absolute best to not blush while you rested your head on her shoulder

You noticed she was stiff and asked her if she was alright, to which she adamantly assured you she was fine

So you snuggled into her more, head now resting on her chest

There was no way you didn’t feel her heart hammering against your ear. Butterflies did the same in her stomach

You suspected the exact reason why, and dropped the bomb on her

“Jesse told me y’know, about your crush on me”

Her previous blush drained from her face as she froze

You sat up and kissed her cheek, and waited for her brain to start working again

When it did, she cupped your chin gently and slowly brought your lips to hers. Giving you time to pull away

But you didn’t

kassandra

Immediately starts flirting with you

At any given moment - oh, you’re cooking? She asks what else those fingers can do, oh she’s bleeding out and almost dying? Declares how pretty you look under the moonlight

Aside from her flirting and teasing, she believes you’re a literal goddess and cannot stop the golden light that erupts within her every time you look at her

Always keeps an eye on you, even when she’s not there. Whether it be through close contacts of hers or through Ikaros. She’d be heartbroken if something happened to you, especially if it’s someone wanting to get back at her

Another huge romantic, does everything she can to make you smile and feel special

Wants to be around you all the time, no matter what you’re doing. Whether it be a quick trip to a market or you’re just tending plants at home, you’ll be guaranteed to have a tall misthios shadow beside you

Needs to touch you or she’ll die

If you allow her, she’ll have you in her arms whenever - in hugs, around your waist, on your shoulders or simply just holding your hand. She’s addicted

Plays with your hair a lot, doesn’t even realise she’s doing it half the time

Finds herself smiling just at the mere thought of you

After a awhile of all this, she confesses (if you hadn’t figured it out already, she was being as cloudy as glass)

It was a scorching day when she brought you on her ship. Sea spray tickled your cheeks as you gazed at the ever rocking horizon. Kassandra kept a tight hold of your waist as you leaned over the side to watch the waves cascade against the gliding ship.

She was excited, to put it lightly. To have you on her ship, enjoying yourself as much as you seemed to be

Her chin was rested on your scalp, before her lips brushed the shell of your ear

She whispered everything - the way you made her feel, how beautiful you were, how much she desired you…

Her heart soared when you stood on the tips of your toes to kiss her

eivor

Keeps it a secret for the longest time. Like I’m talking, over a year

She felt comfortable around you, found herself to feel lighter in your presence

She realised just how far deep in she was when she got jealous of Sigurd just talking with you - a ridiculous thought, but a thought that confirmed her passion

The poetry that wrote itself in her mind from your gaze was another tell tale

Now when she’s on raids, she always has to bring something back for you and pass it off as something like - ‘you mentioned you needed something to match your hair’ or ‘thought this might be of use to you’

Is very careful to not be drunk around you after numerous times she flirted with you in that state of mind (foreshadowing) To which she hoped you passed it off as her being a drunken fool

She still apologised each time though

Another gentlewoman - pulls chairs out for you, lends you her cloak, opens doors for you etc

Treats you more like a queen than anything else - you need something done? She’s the first to offer, some fools disrespect you? She tears them down in your name

Speaking of that, she’s very protective. Keeping close to you just at the slightest whiff of danger

She trains you, wanting to provide a way to protect you even when she’s not around

Brings you food all the time

Much like Vi, she finds herself in your bed after a bad dream or vision

Talking to you about it really helps her, she doesn’t feel judged

She feels equal, safe enough to be vulnerable with you

It was a night much like that, except for the bad dreams. No, she was just too drunk to make it back to her own place

She can be a very sensitive drunk, emotions always right there on the surface

So as soon as her head lays down on your stomach, she’s off describing her adoration for you, how warm you make her feel, how she wishes for a future with you…

You didn’t get to hear more because she drifted off to sleep, but you’d heard enough

In the morning, she tried to sneak out without waking you. Embarrassed beyond belief

But your hand gripping her wrist stopped her and you tugged her back

She hesitated but gave in to your embrace, waiting

You kissed her temple with a smile and giggled

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