#caitlyn kiramman oneshot

[pixievi]

heyyy idk if you’ve already done this but do you have any nsfw headcanons for caitlyn kiramman with a female reader??

i actually don’t think I have? it’s actually something I want to do for all the characters I write for! but at the top of my head, here’s some :)

i. she can get jealous pretty easily but manages it well, most of the time. she knows she’s being ridiculous, but sometimes she just can’t help it, she just loves you so much. it doesn’t help that you like to tease, knowing how she gets. you know she will make her feelings known if you’re bratty enough, no matter where you both are. she’d see some of the other guests at some high profile piltover party eyeing you up and she’d hold you tighter, her frown growing by the minute until she’d snap and pull you to the bathroom. at this point, she didn’t care if anyone heard you. in fact, she wanted them to hear you. hear that it was her name spilling from your lips between moans. hear the squelch of her fingers as she pounded your messy pussy. her lips that were the ones decorating your neck with marks for all to see when she was done. her words degrading you, bringing you to the edge.

and when you both finally emerged from the bathroom, she had a wolfish smile as she held you tight. so you didn’t lose your balance. when eyes would shift between you both, seeing your neck covered and her cocky smile, she would hold their gaze until they looked away. embarrassed.

ii. overall, i see her as a switch with a dom lean. she loves to be in control and her kinks reflect that. bondage, edging, overstimulation, spanking…..

but then there are times where she’ll let you treat her like your princess. when she just wants to let go and be pampered. which you more than happily do. it can be soft or rough, depending on what she needed.

iii. she loves dressing up. both you and herself. she’s always buying new lingerie to tease you with, not letting you touch her in it as she has her way with you. and she loves putting you in cutesy and dainty pieces, it drives her mad seeing the contrast of the filth she’s doing to you while you look like an innocent princess. sometimes she’ll even buy the really cheap ones, just so she can rip and ruin them.

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[malulurivers]

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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[roarriita]

On Your Mark, Get set, Go ↠ Caitlyn Kiramman

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- Short Blurb/Oneshot -

WC: 557

Pairing: Caitlyn Kiramman x Reader

Synopsis: You and Caitlyn have a make out session after she throws some guy on his ass for disrespecting you.

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You stared at Caitlyn in absolute admiration. The way she stood tall in the face of danger was something worth admiring. For a girl who grew up with the privilege of getting to be weak, she really did prove to be the exact opposite. With one last punch to the gut, Caitlyn flung the injured grown man to the ground. “This was all completely unnecessary and entirely avoidable. Next time a lady says excuse me, you move. It’s what a true gentleman would do.

This all happened because some jerk wouldn’t move out the way while you and Caitlyn were on the way to your place. You lived in the undercity which meant you were very used to people being disrespectful and not caring about their manners. Caitlyn on the other hand, did not take that lightly, at least not when it came to you. When the man turned around to intimidatingly stare down at you instead of simply moving, Caitlyn scoffed before pushing him away. This, of course, led to a physical fight, one that your girlfriend would emerge triumphant to.

“Nice going, babe.” You smiled as she walked back over to you.

“You think?” She asked, genuinely. 

“Yeah, you beat that guy to a pulp.” You said as you reached to grab her bruised knuckles. “And as much as I appreciate you for that, I’d prefer you not to get hurt because of me.”

“Technically, it’s my job. I am an enforcer after all.” Caitlyn said.

“Shhh…” You hushed her, looking around to see if anyone heard her. If people found out what she did for a living they’d definitely have an issue with her being here. Might even try to run her out with pitchforks and torches. “First of all, be careful throwing that word around in the open like that and second of all, you’re off duty.”

“Well, how about my excuse being that I just love you. How about that?” Caitlyn smirked at you.

“Hmm, guess I can’t argue with you on that one.” You pulled her knuckles up to kiss as you stared into her soften blue eyes.

“I think I deserve a little more than that…” Caitlyn suggested.

“You’re right.” You smiled before stopping in front of her to cup her face. “My beautiful and brave girl.” You caressed her cheek with your thumb before pulling her down to place a kiss on her pretty lips. Your lips moved perfectly with hers. Your lips molding in heavenly and different ways over and over again, unintentionally starting a heavy makeout session. 

Your hand sneaked its way down to her waist as you pulled her body closer to yours. “I need you so bad, (Y/N).” Caitlyn whispered up against your lips.

“Then we better hurry. We’re only 4 minutes away from my place, 3 if we run.” You smirked.

“Bet we can make it there in 2 minutes.” Caitlyn challenged you.

“Oh really?”

“I mean, with the right sort of motivation I’m sure we could do it.” Caitlyn caressed your cheek as her eyes moved from your lips to your eyes. Those (Y/C/E) eyes that she loved so much.

You chuckled, noticing how her cheeks warmed up. “On your mark,”

“Get set,” Caitlyn continued as you moved to stand beside her.

“Go.” You almost whispered before you two took off.

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[lepusrufus]

A story using the unnerving horror where everything feels slightly to the left amplified by the backdrop of the uncaring attitude of nature, with a sprinkling of lesbians? Sign me the fuck up my guy

Drabble? You want a drabble?? Is that what I'm hearing???

Honestly the best way to make me ramble abt shit is to show both interest and understanding in it like omg you! You get it! This type of horror is my absolute favorite! And the lesbeans of course. At this point it's safe to say that "horror lesbians" is my thing lol

Also this was a good excuse to tear my eyes away from editing the next ch and being slowly killed by the lineart of the piece I'm working on rn for a couple hrs so that was nice. Enjoy the sweet sweet eerie horror darlings.

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Stairs

Dry leaves and sticks crunched under the weight of their boots as they both ventured further into the woods and off the marked trails. But the sound went unnoticed under the cacophony of their shouting and the crackling of the radio that came every so often before an update from the rest of the officers. 

“We’re almost done here,” came Jinx’s voice, warped by the device. “Should we extend the research area?” 

Vi picked up the radio from her belt, Caitlyn having turned hers off when they began searching together. She heard her partner give a quick affirmative to her sister as she walked a few paces ahead, her attention fully on the dog leading them further and further into the expanse of pines and thick bushes. The small red vest provided by the mother was clutched in her free hand, ready to be given to Sniper whenever he happened to lose the scent. 

Which he did, rather frustratingly, when they found themselves in a thick patch of woods, the sun barely reaching down to the underbrush. Caitlyn offered up the small garment, but to no avail. Sniper only seemed to pick up the trail for a meager few moments before walking her in a circle and losing it again. 

Caitlyn sighed out, tired and wary at the approaching evening. 

“Hey,” Vi said from beside her, voice gentle as ever yet the undertone of urgency impossible to miss. “Let’s look around here before we call in. Stay close and shout if he picks something up.” 

With a nod, they separated. Vi took a turn into a more tricky to navigate area, full of thorny blackberry bushes that she had to avoid getting caught into. Caitlyn walked ahead slowly, following the path they were on before losing the trail, all the while trying to coax the dog into picking it up again. 

They were well within hearing distance. Caitlyn could clearly hear Vi shout the little girl’s name, loud calls of Annie coming in short intervals of a minute or so. And Caitlyn did the same, calling out to the missing child every so often, their voices alternating in the low hum of forest life. 

This went on until the thick woods started to thin out ever so slightly, dry leaves and natural debris giving way to grass and small plants that could thrive in the patches of sunlight allowed by the trees overhead. Calling it a clearing was a stretch, but Caitlyn found herself in an area that at least allowed her to see in front of her for a decent enough distance, the trees parting enough to not make visibility atrocious. 

And it was there she saw them for the first time, in the sudden stillness so uncharacteristic of the natural world.

Vi’s voice became a background buzz behind her as she took in the strange sight. A set of stairs, wooden and polished steps attached to an almost shining iron frame. It even had a handrail, the wood carved in intricate patterns and matching perfectly with the steps. They went straight up for a few meters before curling to the left at the top and then stopping completely. 

Nothing about the structure came off as particularly intimidating, were it not for the fact that they were in the dead middle of dense forest, miles upon miles away from any semblance of road. It immediately made alarm bells ring in her mind, despite it feeling like a slight over exaggeration. That and their downright pristine condition. The warm glow of the approaching sunset gleamed off the polished surface, as if it had been recently cleaned. 

Caitlyn wanted a closer look. 

A strange buzz seemed to take over her limbs as she took a step closer, curious frown in place. Another step, bright blue eyes locked on the strange structure. She felt the leash in her hand go taut as Sniper lagged behind, his steps hesitant and so unlike her determined stride. 

She was so focused on her sudden new objective that she didn’t notice when the shouts from her partner morphed from the little girl’s name to her own. Calls that came closer and closer, yet she paid them no mind. Not until a hand closed around her arm, urgent and a tad rougher than she would have ever expected. 

“Caitlyn!” 

Vi’s voice finally snapped her out of whatever tunnel vision had taken hold of her mind. Caitlyn whipped her head around, her ponytail coming close to slapping her in the face as she looked back at Vi, then down where her hand was still firmly around her bicep, crumpling the dark green of the uniform’s jacket. 

“I couldn’t hear you anymore,” Vi said, sounding more winded than she should, as if that would explain the way she was still clutching her arm. 

Caitlyn swallowed, her throat feeling suddenly dry, before looking back at the stairs. Still there. Still oddly pristine. Still pulling at her curious mind with an odd need to explore. 

An almost imperceptible tug from Vi had her looking back again, meeting worried gray eyes. 

“I wasn’t aware there were… houses. Out here.” 

Her grimace at the word houses was mirrored by Vi too. That wasn’t anywhere near the right word. This wasn’t a house, it was a piece of a house that somehow got thrown in the middle of a national park, still looking as if it was inside someone’s residence and not sitting under the elements’ mercy. 

“There aren’t,” Vi started, hesitation in her voice as she subtly tried to turn Caitlyn around. “We just find them around sometimes.” 

“The stairs?” 

Vi pressed her mouth in a thin line, stretching the scar that split her upper lip, and nodded slowly. “I-... look. We don’t have time for this. Just please stay away from them and never climb them okay?” At the frown that Caitlyn regarded her with, she sighed deeply. “I promise I’ll explain later. Let’s just find this kid now.” 

Caitlyn hesitated for only a second before giving up the argument. Vi was right. They didn't have time to mess around findings in the woods, no matter how odd they seemed. She opened her mouth to speak, to give her partner an okay, but before she could get a single word out, the radio crackled and Ekko’s voice came through. 

“We found her,” he said, relief in his voice mixed with an edge of something. “She’s stuck up on a steep edge though, so we’re waiting for Jinx to show up with the climbing gear.” 

A relieved sigh left them both, shoulders slumping ever so slightly. Vi picked up the device, pushing a button that would let her respond. “Is she safe?” 

“Yeah yeah. She just can’t get down.” 

Vi ran her fingers through her fringe, undoing the small ponytail that she had put her unruly hair in while doing so. Good. That was good. What wasn’t good was the way Caitlyn still eyed the radio with a deep frown before grabbing it, realization suddenly hitting. 

“Wait, where are you?” she hastily asked into the device.

“Uhh… down south. Near the Fissures,” Ekko replied, only a tinge of hesitation at the sudden change in voice. 

Caitlyn looked up at Vi, frown ever present as she shook her head in disbelief. The Fissures were all the way on the other side of their search area. 

“Do you wanna come down here? I can send you the coordinates.” 

Caitlyn walked past Vi, vaguely listening to the two exchanging a few more words as she looked down at her dog, unsure. Her mind was reeling, running in ten different directions that threatened to split. She heard Vi put the device back before coming to place a hand on her shoulder, a light touch that felt nothing like the urgent grip from moments before. 

“Hey, everything okay?”  

“I don’t get it,” Caitlyn started, frustration and confusion latched in her tone. Vi gave her a small sympathetic smile that almost made it worse. “We were on her trail minutes ago. There’s no way in hell Sniper was so off.” 

When they finally locked eyes, Vi saw the way Caitlyn was looking for something. Understanding and all the answers she herself didn’t have. The hand sill placed on her shoulder started to move, slowly in a way that she hoped would be reassuring. “Look. Sometimes weird shit happens here and you don’t get it. None of us do. But the important thing is that we find the missing people and get them back safely alright?” 

She could tell that Caitlyn wasn’t satisfied with that explanation, but she seemed to resign herself to it for now. Vi wanted to give better answers, she really did, but all she herself had to go off of were vague things that should be avoided at all costs. She made a vague mental note to tell Caitlyn about those when they got back to the station. 

“Alright,” Caitlyn finally sighed out. “Lead the way,” she cocked her head in the direction they came from. 

Vi gave a mock salute that gained her an eyeroll, but obliged. She stepped around a thick patch of bush, starting the trek that would lead them back to the more walkable paths, and Caitlyn followed. 

She followed for a total of three steps before stilling, an odd feeling of dread beckoning her to look back as if at a predator that mustn’t be left out of sight. The stairs were still there, unmoved and ever so slightly covered by the trunks of trees that separated them. The urge to explore was there, never having actually left her mind, until a tug brought her back to the present. It wasn’t Vi this time, but rather Sniper. He was all too eager to follow after the other woman, looking after her and then up at Caitlyn with his tail down while he refused to follow further into the clearing. 

Caitlyn frowned, but relented. She let Sniper pull on the leash until they caught up to Vi, currently battling against a few branches that had smacked her in the face. 

They never did come across that one particular set of stairs again. 

#arcane sar au #arcane #vi arcane #caitlyn kiramman #piltover’s finest #fanfic #i may gather them all up in a fic and post it on ao3 if i get enough little oneshots of it #but for now it stays here for the eyes of my lovely tumblr degenerates

[jimmyneutron877]

Here is the link to my Arcane Oneshots book available on Wattpad!

Hope you give it a read and enjoy!

Requests are open too!

💜

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[bsdstolemysanity]

A little snippet of a angsty one-shot I'm working on right now. 

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   Vi sat at the end of the bed, her hands flexing before her eyes as she examined the complicated pattern of scarring across her hands. Her own fingers delicately moving, testing what remained of the range of motion within those same marred hands.

   Carefully, Caitlyn returned to their bedroom. The worn and stained bandages are delicately folded as they sit in the palm of her hand, fresh from the laundry room. Tentatively, she walked up to Vi.

   Vi’s eyes immediately made contact with Caitlyn's own before she relaxed her hands, a breath escaping her lips as she made eye contact with the other woman. Looking into her tender eyes as Caitlyn took her worn and battered into her own lap. A daily routine that they had adopted. Caitlyn would massage each hand, not too intense but not too delicately. She had told Vi it would improve the blood flow, and in turn, the pain would be reduced. Vi was reluctant at first, stubbornly convinced running them under the hot water in the bathroom would be just as effective, but whatever cream and technique she used had allowed her range of movement to improve too, and the pain sat to a minimal annoyance at most.

#Arcane #arcane fanfic #caitlyn x vi #caitvi #caitlyn kiramman #vicait #piltover's finest #piltover's gayest #vi #violyn #oneshot #fanfic preview

[fairy-writes]

Arcane: League of Legends Oneshot Masterlist

Last Updated: 03/12/2024

*All oneshots are gender neutral reader unless specifically stated otherwise!*

Viktor

The Decay of Yesterday: Viktor x Reader

Stepping on Toes: Viktor x Reader

The Stars Themselves: Viktor x Reader

What Could Have Been: Viktor x Reader

I GUESS I’M IN LOVE: Viktor x Reader

I Hear A Symphony: Viktor x Reader

Purple Lilac Blooms: Viktor x Reader

Letters Written in Love: Viktor x Reader

Fall Into Me: Viktor x Reader

Take a Breath: Viktor x Reader

Hidden Lives: Viktor x Female!Reader

M for Manhandled: Viktor x Reader

R for Restraints: Viktor x Reader

Until I Found You: Viktor x Reader

My Heart is Buried in Venice: Viktor x Reader

Glassy Sky: Viktor x Reader

The Gift: Viktor x Reader

The Sound of Your Heartbeat: Viktor x Reader

It Couldn’t Be Him: Viktor x Reader

Thimbles and Bandages: Viktor x Reader

Returning the Favor: Viktor x Sick!Reader

Viktor x Automaton!Reader

Breathing Life into Metal Ch 1

Breathing Life into Metal Ch 2

Breathing Life into Metal Ch3

Vampire!Viktor

Vampire!Viktor 01

Vampire!Viktor 02

Vampire!Viktor 03

Vampire!Viktor 04

Vampire!Viktor 05

Merfolk!Viktor

Merfolk!Viktor 01

Merfolk!Viktor 02

Merfolk!Viktor 03

Merfolk!Viktor 04

Merfolk!Viktor 05

Merfolk!Viktor 06

Merfolk!Viktor Lore and World Building

Jayce Talis

Would You Still Love Me?: Jayce Talis x Reader

Love Like You: Jayce Talis x Reader

Stay Close, Don’t Go: Jayce Talis x Reader

Vander

Young Love and Old Money: Vander x Reader

Ekko

Misunderstood: Ekko x Reader

Vi

Misunderstood: Vi x Reader

Jinx

Misunderstood: Jinx x Reader

Caitlyn Kiramman

Misunderstood: Caitlyn Kiramman x Reader

General

Zombie AU

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[ao3feed-piltovers-finest]

Travelin' Soldier, Come Marching Home

by SarcastCity

It's 1955, and Caitlyn Kiramman Fabron finds herself on a military base in Hawaii because her husband, a weapons contractor, has accepted a large contract with the United States military.

While there for the duration of her husband's contract, she meets Sergeant Violet "Vi" Vanderson of the U.S. Marines, and the two women strike up a friendship, getting to know one another in the limited time they're afforded between Vi's training and Caitlyn's endless social obligations.

As they grow closer, spending every spare minute together, Vi shows Caitlyn everything she never could have even imagined wanting.

And, when the Vietnam War breaks out and Vi's deployed, Caitlyn learns just what it means to love a soldier.

OR

The Semper Vi AU: The Happy Version

(Based on @skyllianhamster's incredible art)

Words: 1696, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Semper Vi AU

Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Caitlyn (League of Legends), Vi (League of Legends), Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends), Mylo (Arcane: League of Legends), Claggor (Arcane: League of Legends), Jayce (League of Legends), Mel Medarda, Viktor (League of Legends), Vander (League of Legends), Jinx (League of Legends), Ekko (League of Legends), Chamber (VALORANT)

Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)

Additional Tags: Semper Vi AU, Marine Corps, marine AU, Vietnam War, Pre-War, Friends to Lovers, Useless Lesbians, Extramarital Affairs, Lesbian Sex, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, First Time, Island adventures, Falling In Love, Vi Looks Hot in the Uniform, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Happy Ending, some sad, skyham Is Way Too Good At Art, this was supposed to be a oneshot, Pining, Eventual Smut

from AO3 works tagged 'Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)'

#ao3feed-piltovers-finest #a03feed-piltovers-finest #caitvi #arcane (league of legends) fanfiction

[azusashissoggynoodles]

I posted 3,337 times in 2022

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[excessive-levels-of-lesbianism]

Injured

You sighed when Caitlyn put you down on the couch, not caring about the mess. You can only watch her inspect and try to clean your injury.

"I assure you-" your sentence was cut off when you groaned at the pain.

"Well, you're clearly failing that task," the sheriff muttered while cleaning your wound.

"I'm fine!" you exclaimed, only to wince when your oh-so-caring girlfriend decided to dab the cotton at your wound too hard.

"Your slashed leg says otherwise," she said, standing up and taking the bandages at the cabinet.

"Quit grinning," she said, glaring at you while she wrapped bandages around the area you were slashed.

"You can't expect me not to enjoy when there's a gorgeous woman between my legs," you replied, smiling cheekily when you noticed her face flushed.

"Well, I hope you find that funny because you wouldn't see someone between them for a long time."

"I was kidding!"

"I wasn't."

"Caitlyn!"

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[pixievi]

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𓆩 summary ° ｡ you’re a vampire hunter who is hunting a vampire, who may have a pathetic crush on you (she does)

𓆩 contents ° ｡ vampire caitlyn, vampire hunter reader, dark! caitlyn, obsessed! caitlyn, reader is on their period, dubious consent, cunnilingus (r and cait receiving) , switch caitlyn, fingering (r receiving), tribbing, strap usage, degradation, edging, possessive caitlyn

this is just a preview, if you’d like a tag for the full thing please comment! This one is gonna be filthy

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The small streets were blanketed in darkness, illuminated only by the hazy orange glow of the lanterns lining the footpath. Fog clung to what it could, making you strain to see in front of you as you stalked the dead quiet street. Stake gun ready in hand. You knew she was here, watching you from somewhere. Stalking. And you were right. Hidden by the mist and darkness, she watched your figure from above. Her thoughts raced. You were gone for a while, and she feared you were killed by another vampire. Her face hardened at the thought. Seeing you alive and well, hunting her again, made her lit up. But also nervous, as she had plans for you. She wasn’t going to let you scare her like that again, so it has to be tonight. While she has you.

You paused and eyed the rooftops, scanning them. You wished it wasn’t so damn foggy, it made you nervous. She could be anywhere. Ready to rip your throat out. The click of a heel behind you made you twist around, aiming at the sound. Time stood still as you waited to see anything to shoot at. Air whooshed towards you and your gun clattered to the ground. Swallowed by the fog. You cursed, glancing quickly all around you. It was eerily silent. You needed to get the hell out of this fog, which seemed to be getting worse. Picking a direction, you turned to sprint. But you couldn’t move. You struggled against whatever was holding you. Only to hear a light chuckle above you and the grip around your stomach tightened.

“Don’t do that, darling”, her warm voice from behind tickled your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

Your eyes widened and you struggled even more against her iron grip. Caitlyn let you, enjoying the feeling of you squirming against her. It ignited her insides even more than they already were. She gently moved your hair away from your neck. You froze at the feeling of her nails lightly grazing the sensitive skin. Your heart hammered against your chest as the Vampire behind you lowered her face to your neck, trailing her nose along the length of it. Breathing deeply when she found the perfect spot to appreciate your smell. Everyone had a different taste and smell to their blood, yours just happens to be her favourite. Sweetness with a note of freshness flooded her senses. Making her throat ache, needing to be quenched by you. No one else has been able to do it, not since she first met and smelled you. She sighed contently against you at finally having you back, but also in longing. Tonight has to be perfect. She wants to make you stay. And be hers. Only hers.

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[ssuperpacks]

heey, no icons today, it's just me sharing my caitvi oneshot.

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[roarriita]

the way i just wrote a caitlyn kiramman oneshot… i’m down bad for this woman. i’m not sure if i have any readers that have watched arcane but ima post it anyways hehehe. i was just feeling very inspired by her.

(p.s. thank you for all the kind comments i got about my fluffy shane mccutcheon oneshot. i still want to finish it, i’m just waiting for that inspiration to kick in cause i don’t want to half-ass it)

edit: caitlyn kiramman fic uploaded !! link here to read <33

#arcane #caitlyn kiramman x reader #the women of arcane are JUST ✨ #finally posting my own writing AGAINNN #lowkey my comeback? #officially off my hiatus? #AHHHHHHHH #the shortage of caitlyn fics and arcane fics in general is not okay 😣

[faegirly]

Caitlyn x Fem reader domestic fluff? Yes, i think so too

coming soon ✨💙

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[jimmyneutron877]

A/N: This was a request on my Wattpad book that I published a few hours ago over there, but I thought I should try to upload the chapters here for a little experiment.

I hope you enjoy and requests are always open here and on my Wattpad!

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It was around 11:00pm and you were just sitting on the couch comfortably reading a book, it was complete silence except for the clock ticking and the occasional nightly bustle of Piltover.

However your serenity was soon cut short when you heard the door downstairs thunder open and then slam shut. You jumped at this, instantly knowing she'd had a bad day. You put a bookmark in the pages you were reading and placed your book on the table. Making your way down the stairs you could hear Caitlyn dropping her stuff on the floor with an exasperated, exhausted sigh.

"Hey Baby" You walked over to her and wrapped your arms around her a waist and your head tucked under her chin "Are you okay?"

She enveloped you into a warm hug in return and rocked you gently.

"Hi Love, no I'm not doing that good, I didn't have the best day, people are just" She sighed into you hair "annoying" she finished with a chuckle.

"I know, trust me, but you're home now, did you eat?" You questioned her gently.

"Yeah I did, I hope you don't mind, have you?" She looked down at you with worried eyes.

"Yes, I did don't worry, I just had leftovers but you can take them to work tomorrow instead" you patted her hips and separated your hug.

"You should go have a shower and get ready for bed Cait"

It wasn't really a question, more like instructions, she nodded and you watched her disappear up the stairs into the bathroom while you hung her bag and hood up on a hook and slowly made your way upstairs. You laid down on your side of the bed and watched the door to the bathroom longingly, waiting for it to open.

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When you finally saw the knob twist you started smiling and got all giddy and nervous. It reminded you of your first date with her, just feeling nervous yet excited. The door opened revealing her with a tired yet content expression and her beautiful deep blue damp hair.

"You look so cute Cait" you remarked and she got very flustered at this "Come and join me" You added patting the space on the bed.

She sauntered over and smirked down at you while laying down, propping her head up on her arm. You gazed into her reflective sapphire eyes and moved your hands to cup her jaw, bringing her down into a passionate, loving kiss.

When you two pulled away you both just stared into each other's eyes.

"I love you so much Y/N you have no idea"  Caitlyn whispered and stroked your cheek gently.

"I love you too Caitlyn, just relax and sleep with me now" She adjusted herself to lay down completely, wrapping her arms around your middle and nuzzling her face into your chest.

You cradled her head against you and felt her warm breaths slow on your skin.

"Thank you Y/N" You heard her slightly murmur under her breath.

With a kiss on the head you both drifted to sleep in each other's arms.

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#arcane #arcane x reader #fanfiction #x reader #arcane oneshot #wattpad #caitlyn kiramman #fanfic #caitlyn x reader #writers on tumblr #tumblr post #reposts are appreciated #requests are open #i love you

[clearskywritings]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends), Cassandra Kiramman/Tobias Kiramman, Jinx & Vi (League of Legends), Caitlyn & Jinx (League of Legends) Characters: Jinx (League of Legends), Caitlyn (League of Legends), Vi (League of Legends), Cassandra Kiramman, Tobias Kiramman Additional Tags: Baby Kiramman, Sorta fluff piece, inventor Jinx, awkward family dynamics, Ionian Tobias Kiramman, Aunt Jinx, Mother Cait and Vi, Kiramman heir, Cassandra "toothpick" Kiramman, Tobias "good sir" Kiramman, Lilly "Pumpkin" Kiramman, Caitlyn "Cupcake" Kiramman, Vi "Oaf (fat hands)" Kiramman, Jinx gives everyone pet names, its kinda her thing, Jinx is a good aunt, You cannot tell me otherwise, Like? the ability to babble and play blocks with a child? She might not like Having a child, but she'd like Playing with a child, A small form of chaos, Definitely more Jinx's speed, Caitlyn is both tired and thrilled to see Jinx (outside of a battlefield or jail), Vi is happy to be there Summary:

This is a mainly lighthearted Oneshot about Jinx making and delivering a birthday present to baby Lilly (the twelve-month Kiramman heir).

#jinx arcane #caitvi #baby kiramman #fluff #oneshot #fanfiction #arcane fanfiction #please for the love of god it is 4:32 and I cannot sleep #wrote this isntead of sleeping #wrote this instead of feeling sad #different style than I normally go for #yes I am alive but just barely #Tobias kiramman #cassandra kiramman #Caitlyn kiramman #Vi kiramman