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THROUGH THE STATIC.

authors note — sorry but im just so delusional wishing this was true, i love imagining that my fav characters randomly come to our world and "I DO BELIEVE THAT A MULTIVERSE EXISTS!" i say as i get dragged to the mental asylum.

pairings: jinx x fem!reader (js freinds for now ig)

DISCO! — Nessa Barrett FT Tommy Genesis playing!

The dim glow of the television screen bathed your living room in shifting hues of blue and purple. You lay sprawled on the couch, a half-empty bowl of popcorn resting precariously on your stomach. The credits for the latest episode of Arcane had just finished rolling, and the Netflix autoplay countdown ticked ominously toward the next. But you didn’t hit “Skip Intro.” Not yet.

Jinx. There she was again, center frame in your mind. Her wild, electric energy. Her piercing blue eyes. That wicked grin that danced somewhere between childlike joy and dangerous insanity. Something about her had always captivated you, far beyond any rational explanation. She was chaos incarnate, yet there was a vulnerability beneath her bravado that pulled you in like a magnet. Watching her felt like staring into a storm: terrifying, exhilarating, and impossible to look away from.

You sighed and reached for the remote, ready to plunge into another episode, when the screen suddenly froze. A flicker. Then another. The sound cut out, replaced by a low, staticky hum. Frowning, you sat up, placing the popcorn bowl on the coffee table.

“Oh, come on,” you muttered, hitting the power button. Nothing. The screen stayed on, the image of Jinx’s manic grin distorting slightly as if she were underwater.

The hum grew louder. A sharp crackle followed, and the colors on the screen began to bleed together in a way that made your eyes ache. You got up, hesitant but drawn closer by a mix of curiosity and unease. Maybe the TV was just overheating. Maybe the signal was—

Without warning, the screen flared bright white, and a shockwave of static knocked you backward. You hit the floor with a grunt, shielding your eyes from the blinding light. The air felt charged, humming with an almost electric tension.

When the light finally dimmed, you lowered your arm cautiously. The TV was off. The room was eerily quiet except for your own breathing. Then you heard it. A groan. Not yours.

You froze. Slowly, you turned your head toward the sound, your heart pounding in your chest.

Lying sprawled across the floor, half on top of you, was Jinx.

At first, your brain couldn’t process what you were seeing. She was impossibly real. Her wild blue braids, the smudged makeup around her eyes, even the faint scars on her arms—every detail was vivid, tangible. She groaned again, shifting slightly, and you felt the weight of her pressing down on your legs.

“What the hell?” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Her eyes snapped open. For a split second, they were unfocused, darting around the room in confusion. Then they locked onto yours. Blue and intense, just like on the screen, but filled with a raw, terrifying energy that made your breath catch.

“Who the fuck are you?” she demanded, her voice sharp and accusing. She scrambled to her feet, grabbing for a weapon that wasn’t there. Her hands patted down her sides frantically before she cursed under her breath.

You sat up slowly, your hands raised instinctively in a placating gesture. “Whoa, whoa, hold on. I—I’m not gonna hurt you.”

She narrowed her eyes, backing up until her shoulders hit the wall. Her gaze darted around the room, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. The modern furniture. The framed photos. The TV. Her expression shifted from defensive to bewildered.

“Where am I?” she muttered, almost to herself. Then, louder, “What is this place?”

You opened your mouth to answer, but no words came out. What were you supposed to say? Hi, welcome to my living room. You’re supposed to be a fictional character.

“Hey!” she snapped, her eyes narrowing dangerously. “I asked you a question.”

“You’re… in my house,” you stammered. “And… uh, you came out of the TV?”

Her brows knitted together in confusion. She glanced back at the darkened screen, then back at you. “Bullshit.”

“I swear!” you said quickly, holding your hands up again. “One minute I was watching you—I mean, watching Arcane—and then the screen freaked out, and you…” You gestured vaguely at her. “You appeared.”

Jinx’s eyes narrowed further, but the initial panic seemed to ebb slightly, replaced by a cautious curiosity. She took a step closer, looming over you with an almost predatory intensity.

“You know who I am?” she asked, her tone somewhere between suspicion and amusement.

You swallowed hard. “Uh, yeah. Jinx. From… Arcane. You’re… kind of famous here.”

“Famous?” Her lips curled into a grin, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “What the hell does that mean?”

“It means you’re a… a character. From a TV show.” The words felt ridiculous as they left your mouth, but there was no other way to explain it.

Her grin faltered. She stared at you, her head tilting slightly as if trying to gauge whether you were messing with her. Finally, she sighed and ran a hand through her braids.

“A TV show,” she repeated flatly.

You nodded. “Yeah. You’re… fictional. Or, you’re supposed to be. I don’t know how you got here.”

Jinx’s expression darkened. Her eyes darted back to the TV, then to her hands, flexing her fingers as if to reassure herself she was real. “Fictional,” she muttered, almost to herself. “That’s… no. That’s insane.”

“Trust me, I’m just as confused as you are,” you said. “But you’re here. Somehow.”

She paced the room, her movements jerky and restless. “This has to be some kind of trick,” she said, half to herself. “Some sick game. Did Sevika put you up to this? Or Silco? Is this one of their mind-fucks?”

“I don’t know who—” You cut yourself off, realizing it was pointless. Of course she thought this was some kind of trap. Her whole life was a series of betrayals and manipulation. Why would this be any different?

“Listen,” you said carefully, “I don’t know how or why you’re here, but I’m not your enemy. I’m just… a random person who happened to be watching TV when you showed up. That’s it.”

She stopped pacing, her gaze snapping back to you. Her expression was unreadable, her blue eyes scanning your face as if searching for any hint of deception. Finally, she sighed and ran a hand through her braids.

“Okay,” she said, though her tone was far from convinced. “Let’s say I believe you. What the hell am I supposed to do now?”

You hesitated, unsure how to answer. What were you supposed to do? You were just an ordinary person. You didn’t have the faintest idea how to deal with something like this.

“I guess… we figure it out,” you said finally. “Together.”

Jinx raised an eyebrow, her lips twitching into a faint smirk. “Together, huh?”

You nodded, trying to muster some confidence. “Yeah. I mean, you’re stuck here, right? Might as well work with me instead of against me.”

She considered this for a long moment, then shrugged. “Fine,” she said. “But don’t get any ideas, ‘cause if you try anything funny…” She mimed an explosion with her hands, grinning wickedly.

You couldn’t help but laugh, though it was more from nerves than amusement. “Noted.”

And just like that, your ordinary life had been turned upside down. As Jinx plopped onto your couch, grabbing a handful of popcorn like she owned the place, you couldn’t help but wonder what the hell you’d just gotten yourself into.

Hours later, the reality of your situation began to sink in. Jinx had settled into your living room like a storm that refused to pass, alternating between questioning you about this world and exploring the space with a manic, childlike curiosity. She’d found your stash of snacks and immediately laid claim to a bag of chips, cramming them into her mouth with zero regard for crumbs.

“So this world,” she said around a mouthful of chips, “you’re saying it’s nothing like Zaun or Piltover?”

You shook your head, watching her from the other end of the couch. “Nope. No Hextech. No shimmer. No… well, no war, at least not like yours.”

She snorted. “Sounds boring.”

“It’s… peaceful,” you offered.

She rolled her eyes. “Peace is overrated.”

You couldn’t help but smile. Despite the chaos she radiated, there was something oddly endearing about her. She was a whirlwind of contradictions—reckless yet calculating, wild yet wounded. And now, she was your problem.

“So,” she said, turning her attention back to you, “how do we fix this? How do I get back?”

“I… don’t know,” you admitted. “I’m not exactly an expert on… whatever this is. Reality-hopping? Dimensional travel? It’s way out of my league.”

She groaned, flopping dramatically onto her back. “Great. Just great. Stuck in a world full of… what do you even do here? Sit around and stare at screens all day?”

“Pretty much,” you said with a chuckle. “But hey, maybe it won’t be so bad. You might even like it here.”

She gave you a skeptical look but didn’t argue. Instead, she propped herself up on her elbows, her gaze lingering on you longer than felt entirely comfortable.

“You’re weird,” she said finally, though there was no malice in her tone. If anything, it sounded almost… amused.

“Takes one to know one,” you shot back, surprising yourself with the ease of your response.

Jinx blinked, then grinned. A real grin this time, not the manic, unhinged one you’d seen earlier. For a moment, she looked almost human. Almost.

“Maybe this won’t be so boring after all,” she said, grabbing another handful of chips.

You weren’t sure whether to feel relieved or terrified. Either way, one thing was certain: life as you knew it was never going to be the same.

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Hi!! I was wondering if you could write angst where reader finds vi after the scene where Cait hits her with her gun? If you do angst requests. Maybe a bit of vi x reader. I crave a fanfic of the aftermath of this

ellooo!!! i actually did write a one shot about the reader finding vi in that exact scene! here but since ppl rlly seem to like it, im continuing it though not to a full story but who knows. or did u mean when vi becomes all emo?? 😝 ANYWAYS U GET IT, I CRAVEEEEEE IT TOO 🙏

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MY BABIESSSSS I CANT.

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WALLS BETWEEN US.

authors note — ahhhhhh i was listening to been like this and was like...why dont i just make a one shot that lowk explains the message behind been like this.

pairings: caitlyn x fem!reader 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

been like this — doja cat playing!

The first thing you noticed when Caitlyn walked in was the way her shoulders slumped. Her usual confident stride was replaced by something slower, more deliberate. She set her coat on the back of a chair, her fingers lingering on the fabric as if grounding herself. Her eyes met yours for a fleeting moment before darting away, and you felt the familiar pang of unease settle in your chest.

“Hey,” you said softly, setting down the book you’d been pretending to read. She didn’t answer right away, instead busying herself with removing her gloves. The silence stretched between you like an unspoken truth, heavy and uncomfortable.

You stood and approached her, stopping just short of touching her. “Caitlyn, is everything okay?”

“Of course,” she replied, her voice tight, clipped. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

It was the same question she always asked, a deflection so practiced you could almost predict it. But tonight, the crack in her composure was more evident, the weight she carried more pronounced. You reached out, your fingers brushing her arm, and she froze.

“Talk to me,” you pleaded. “I know something’s been bothering you. You’ve been distant, Cait. I… I just want to help.”

Her jaw tightened, and for a moment, you thought she might finally let you in. But then she pulled away, creating a physical distance that mirrored the emotional chasm between you.

“I don’t need help,” she said, her tone sharper than you’d expected. “I—I just need time.”

Time. It was always time. Time to process. Time to think. Time to figure things out. You’d given her all the time in the world, but the walls she’d built around herself remained firmly in place. And now, they were starting to feel insurmountable.

You crossed your arms, trying to steady the frustration bubbling under the surface. “Time for what? To keep shutting me out? To act like everything’s fine when it’s not?”

Her head snapped up, her eyes blazing. “I’m not shutting you out. I just… I can’t do this right now.”

“Do what?” you pressed. “Be honest? Vulnerable? Let someone else carry the weight for once?”

The words came out harsher than you intended, but they hung in the air, undeniable. Caitlyn’s lips parted as if to respond, but no sound came. For a fleeting moment, you saw something raw and unguarded in her expression—something that almost made you reach for her again.

“It’s not about you,” she said finally, her voice trembling. ���It’s… it’s about me. About everything I’ve seen, everything I’ve done.” She turned away, her hands clutching the back of the chair. “I’m supposed to be strong. The Enforcer who doesn’t crack under pressure. But lately, I’ve felt like I’m drowning, and I don’t know how to stop it.”

Her confession left you stunned. Caitlyn had always been the steady one, the person who faced danger head-on without hesitation. Hearing her admit to feeling overwhelmed was like seeing a crack in the foundation of something unshakable.

“Caitlyn,” you said softly, stepping closer. “You don’t have to go through this alone. You don’t have to be strong all the time. I’m here. I want to help you, if you’ll let me.”

She let out a shaky breath, her shoulders trembling. “I don’t know how to let you in,” she admitted. “I’ve spent so long trying to hold everything together on my own that I don’t know how to lean on someone else.”

You reached out, gently turning her to face you. Her eyes were glistening with unshed tears, and the vulnerability in her gaze made your heart ache. “It’s okay to not have all the answers,” you said. “It’s okay to let go, even just a little. I’m not going anywhere, Caitlyn. I love you, and I want to be here for you, no matter what.”

For a moment, she just stared at you, as if trying to decide whether to believe you. Then, slowly, she nodded, her walls beginning to crumble. “I… I’m scared,” she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. “Scared of losing you. Scared of not being enough. Scared of failing.”

“You won’t lose me,” you promised. “And you’re more than enough, Caitlyn. You don’t have to be perfect. You just have to be you.”

Her breath hitched, and then she was in your arms, clinging to you like a lifeline. You held her tightly, your heart swelling with a mix of love and determination. Whatever storms she was facing, you would face them together. You weren’t going to let her drown.

As she buried her face in your shoulder, you felt a tear slip onto your skin. It wasn’t much, but it was a start. A sign that she was beginning to trust you with the parts of herself she’d kept hidden for so long. And in that moment, you knew you’d do whatever it took to help her heal.

You’d been trying, and now, so was she.

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holy shit I love your writing

OMGGGG thank you sm, this actually means so much to me 🙏💓

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AIMING FOR YOU.

authors note — ib to @yameoto cause i came across their acc on c.ai and decided to rewrite one of the storylines of their caitlyn kiramman bots!! i hope u guys like this and should I continue it??

pairings: caitlyn x fem!reader 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

hotel — montell fish playing!

Caitlyn Kiramman loathes you. No, it’s not just the usual antagonism, the kind that’s expected when two of Piltover’s oldest and most powerful families engage in their perennial dance of competition, pride, and scorn. Sure, you’re both heirs to dynasties steeped in centuries of tradition, each one vying for superiority, wealth, and influence in a city as cutthroat as it is polished. The rivalry is well-known, legendary even, something whispered through the halls of every gilded home and murmured in every opulent salon, like a familiar, bitter perfume.

But that’s not the reason Caitlyn hates you. No, not entirely.

She knows the story by heart: how your mother’s bloodline has clashed with hers for generations, how both houses have reached for dominance with the same insatiable hunger. That part is easy. Every conversation with you feels like an echo of something ancient and unwelcome, like walking into a room full of ghosts. But Caitlyn is no fool. She knows history. She knows the ancient grudges that have been handed down like precious heirlooms. She’s also smart enough to know that not every battle fought is one worth continuing.

Caitlyn is, at her core, not one to bow to tradition. Never has been. The world can shake its head at her defiance, but Caitlyn has never been one to let the rules of an age-old rivalry dictate the course of her own fate. She’s stubborn, proud, and—when it suits her—more than a little bratty. And yet, despite all her disdain for this unyielding lineage of animosity, despite her refusal to be just another player in the endless game of Piltover’s elite, the truth remains: she hates you.

Not because of the history of your houses. No. Caitlyn hates you because you are insufferably, unbearably, maddeningly annoying.

There you are, standing beside her at this very banquet—this her celebration, for once. Her victory in the Piltover sharpshooting competition was meant to be her moment of triumph, a rare chance for Caitlyn to prove she is more than just the heiress to a political dynasty. A chance to show she is her own woman, capable of achieving greatness in her own right, regardless of family expectations. But you? You had ruined it.

Not in any obvious way—no, it was far more subtle, and far more insidious. During the competition, at the moment when every eye was on the two of you, poised to determine who would claim the coveted prize, you had done it. You had done the unthinkable.

You had thrown it.

Just when Caitlyn had prepared herself for the thrill of victory, ready to savor the moment, you had done something unexpected: you had waited. Your finger had hovered delicately over the trigger, eyes gleaming with a kind of predatory amusement. You didn’t miss, not exactly—but you let her win. A fraction of a second, a shift in balance, a simple flicker of hesitation, and Caitlyn was the one left standing in the spotlight, the trophy in her hands, but no satisfaction in her heart.

That moment—that moment—was when Caitlyn truly understood what hatred was. You hadn’t just bested her on the field, you had taken her joy. You had robbed her of the one thing she could claim as her own, the one thing she could hold over your head.

And yet, here she is, standing beside you, again. At her own damn banquet, nonetheless. The crowd buzzes in the background, a sea of faces that barely matters, as her gaze burns holes into your back. You’re so irritating. That smile of yours, that self-satisfied glint in your eyes, the way you move with the grace of someone who knows they can walk all over her—it’s maddening. You haven’t said a word to her all night, and yet Caitlyn can feel the weight of your presence like a brand on her skin.

She’s been searching for you all evening, like a predator scenting the air, her fingers itching for the rifle she’s had custom made for such moments. If she could just be rid of you—if only.

As she moves, her voice drops into a low growl, something between a warning and a threat, a sound that she only ever reserves for you.

“Not much care for decency, do you?” Her words are cool, edged with venom, but there’s a tremor of something else there. Something that Caitlyn won’t—can’t—admit. Not now, not ever. She stares straight ahead, jaw tight, refusing to look at you, but you can feel her gaze, you know it’s there, simmering with barely contained fury.

You, however, are unbothered. If anything, you’re positively pleased by her ire. The tension between the two of you crackles like an electrical storm, and it should be unbearable, it should be excruciating, but instead, it’s… it’s delightful. You feel her ire and you drink it in like a fine wine, savoring each and every drop. The way she bristles beside you, how she refuses to look at you but can’t tear her attention away—perfect.

“You know,” you murmur, voice just loud enough for her to hear over the din of the banquet, “you do look particularly lovely when you’re angry.”

Caitlyn’s eyes flick to you in an instant, sharp and dangerous. “You think this is funny?”

You smirk, leaning in just enough to feel her breath catch. “I think it’s rather entertaining, yes. But then again, I’ve always had a taste for mischief.”

She takes a step away from you, her posture stiff with outrage. Her fingers twitch at her side, as if she’s tempted to take up her rifle and prove just how well she can aim at things that irritate her. But she doesn’t. Not yet, at least.

And it’s in that moment, as Caitlyn stands there, seething, trying desperately to ignore the way your presence fills the space between you like an electric charge, that something shifts—a subtle, almost imperceptible change. The sharpness in her chest, the white-hot pulse of fury, begins to dim ever so slightly. It’s not gone—oh, far from it—but it changes.

You—you—make her feel something she can’t quite explain.

For the first time, Caitlyn notices the way your gaze lingers on her, not with the mocking disdain of a rival, but with something deeper. Something more… complicated. There’s a flicker in your eyes, an unspoken question that makes her heart skip a beat, just for a second.

You’re not just teasing her. You’re playing with her. And somehow, deep down, she knows it’s never been about the rivalry at all.

She’s never really hated you.

Not in the way she thought she did.

Her heart betrays her, just for a moment, as her breath hitches and she wants to turn, to face you, to challenge you in a way that’s never been about competition.

“Don’t,” she says softly, the command more fragile than she intends it to be, her gaze finally meeting yours. For a moment, there’s no rivalry between you—just two women standing in a world that has made them enemies, yet who cannot seem to tear themselves away from one another.

“You know,” you say quietly, your voice lower now, something more intimate in it, “if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were enjoying this.”

The words hang in the air, and Caitlyn’s breath catches. She forces a smirk, but it’s weaker now. She can’t quite mask the warmth in her chest.

And when her lips twitch, just a little—when the faintest flicker of a smile threatens to cross her face—Caitlyn knows, deep down, that this rivalry may not end in victory.

It may end in something else. Something she’s terrified to confront.

But you? You already know. You’ve been waiting for it, watching it unfold between you both for far too long.

And maybe, just maybe, you’re looking forward to what comes next.

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GO AWAY!

authors note — okay so uhm in this exact scene i wanted to JUMP caitlyn even though shes my fav wifey but no one can hurt my baby vi

pairings — vi x fem!reader

call out my name — the weeknd playing!

The undercity was eerily quiet as you navigated its winding paths, the dim, flickering lights casting long shadows on the crumbling walls. You had no particular destination, just letting your feet guide you, the oppressive weight of the place a strange comfort. Then, as you passed an old vent manhole, you froze.

Soft, muffled crying echoed up from the depths below. It wasn’t the usual distant wails or drunken murmurs you’d grown accustomed to down here—it was raw, close, and unmistakably human. Concern flared in your chest. A child, maybe? Someone injured? Without hesitation, you gripped the rusted ladder and began your descent.

The metallic rungs were slick with grime, and the air grew heavier as you climbed down, the faint sound of sobs growing louder with each step. When you reached the bottom, your eyes adjusted to the dim glow of a faintly flickering bulb. That’s when you saw her.

She was slumped against the wall, her head bowed low, shoulders trembling as she cradled her side. A woman in an enforcer uniform, but it was far from pristine—scuffed, torn, and stained with what you hoped wasn’t blood. Her face was partially obscured by a curtain of pink hair, but the distinct tattoo on her cheek, spelling out "Vi," was unmistakable.

Behind her, a pair of massive gauntlets lay discarded on the floor, their usually imposing presence diminished in the stark vulnerability of the scene. She looked up when she heard your boots scrape against the ground, her bloodshot eyes locking onto yours. For a moment, there was nothing but silence, the weight of her grief hanging thick in the air between you.

“Go away,” she said, her voice rough and cracked. She hastily wiped at her tear-streaked face, trying—and failing—to pull her tough persona back into place. “I don’t want your sympathy.”

Her words were sharp, but the tremor in her tone betrayed her. You hesitated, taking in the way she clutched her side and the exhaustion etched into every line of her face. This wasn’t just physical pain; she was unraveling, and she didn’t want anyone to see it.

“I’m not here to pity you,” you said softly, keeping your voice steady but gentle. “But you’re hurt. Let me help.”

“I don’t need help,” Vi snapped, though her voice faltered. She averted her gaze, her hands curling into fists at her sides. “Just leave me alone. I don’t need anyone.”

You took a cautious step closer, your movements slow and deliberate. “That’s a load of crap,” you said, your tone firm but not unkind. “You’re bleeding, crying, and sitting in a vent in the middle of the Undercity. That doesn’t exactly scream ‘I’ve got it all under control.’”

Her eyes flicked back to you, narrowed and defensive, but she didn’t lash out. Instead, she sagged back against the wall, letting out a shaky breath. “I didn’t ask you to come down here,” she muttered, the fight in her voice dimming.

“You didn’t have to.” You crouched a few feet away, giving her space but showing you weren’t going anywhere. “I heard you crying. I thought it was a kid who fell down here. Imagine my surprise when I found you.”

That earned the faintest twitch of her lips, a ghost of a reaction that disappeared as quickly as it came.

“It’s not like you can fix it,” she said after a long silence, her voice quieter now. “What’s done is done.”

“Maybe I can’t,” you admitted, tilting your head slightly. “But that doesn’t mean you have to go through it alone.”

Her breath hitched at that, and she glanced away again, as if looking at you was too much to bear. You could see the walls she was trying to keep up cracking, the weight of whatever she was carrying threatening to crush her.

“Caitlyn hit me,” she said abruptly, the words tumbling out before she could stop them. Her voice was thick with emotion. “She… she kissed me, and then she hit me. The one person I thought… the one person I still had…” Her voice broke, and she clenched her jaw, furious at herself for letting it out.

You didn’t rush to respond, letting the moment sit. Sometimes, people didn’t need answers—they just needed to be heard.

“I’m sorry,” you said softly. It wasn’t much, but it was honest.

Vi let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. “Yeah, well. Sorry doesn’t fix a damn thing, does it?”

“No, but it’s a start,” you said, your gaze steady. “And so is this. Talking. Letting someone in, even if it’s just for a little while.”

She didn’t respond immediately, her eyes flicking between you and the gauntlets behind her. Finally, she exhaled deeply, her shoulders slumping as if the fight had finally left her.

“You’re stubborn, you know that?” she muttered, her voice tinged with reluctant gratitude.

“Maybe,” you said with a small smile. “But I think you could use a little stubbornness in your corner right now.”

Vi didn’t argue. Instead, she leaned her head back against the wall, closing her eyes for a moment. It wasn’t a victory, not really, but it was enough. For now, she let you stay, and that was a start.

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A BREAK

authors note — honestly this would rlly be a thing to happen so yeah! i dont like this but here we go, i hope yall like it!

pairings — caitlyn x fem!reader 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

nervous —the neighbourhood playing!

Becoming the sheriff of Piltover had certainly taken its toll on Caitlyn. She had anticipated the workload that came with the promotion, but the stress and frustration continued to slowly creep up on her. She barely noticed it, but you did.

She was still the Kiramman you fell for, but you could tell she was starting to get lost in all the cases and pressure. You try not to feel neglected with the long nights of her being lost in work, the soft touches that just weren't enough, and even the conversations were starting to becoming forced instead of natural and playful like usual.

Caitlyn noticed too, but she just couldn't crack it. The confrontation made her feel too guilty, so she decided to avoid it and focus on her work.

She sits at her desk in her excluded office in the station, staring down at all the case files with furrowed eyebrows. Her dark blue hair was pulled into a messy ponytail, stray strands of her hair framing her face perfectly and her uniform feeling too comfortable and worn on her body, almost like a second skin at this point.

She groans as a knock sounds at her door, but the crease between her eyebrows relaxes as you slip into her office. She sighs, dropping the pen in her hand and flexing her fingers, "y/n, baby, what are you doing here?"

Her voice was a little tired, but her British accent was thick and smooth, and still authoritative as ever. "I thought you were saying home today."

You offer Caitlyn a soft smile, stepping further into her office and shutting the door gently behind you. The atmosphere feels heavy, but you’re determined to lighten it, even if only for a moment.

"I was going to," you admit, crossing the room to stand beside her desk. "But I figured the sheriff of Piltover could use a little break." Your tone is teasing, but there’s a warmth to it that makes her lips twitch in what might be the start of a smile.

Caitlyn leans back in her chair, her sharp features softening slightly as she looks up at you. “A break?” she echoes, a faint skepticism in her voice. “Do you know how many cases are piled up here? I’ve barely scratched the surface.”

You reach out, resting a hand gently over hers on the desk. Her fingers are cool against your touch, and you can feel the tension in the way they hesitate before relaxing beneath your palm. “That’s exactly why you need one,” you say softly. “You’re overworking yourself, Caitlyn. I can see it. And if you burn out, what good will that do for Piltover?”

She lets out a quiet sigh, her gaze dropping to where your hands are entwined. For a moment, she doesn’t say anything, and you wonder if you’ve pushed too far. But then, her free hand comes up to brush a stray strand of hair from her face, and she looks at you with an expression that’s equal parts grateful and conflicted.

“I know,” she murmurs, her voice quieter now, almost vulnerable. “It’s just... there’s so much to do, and I—”

“You don’t have to do it all alone,” you interrupt gently. “You’ve got people who care about you, Caitlyn. Who want to help.” You pause, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. “Including me.”

Her lips part as if to respond, but instead, she exhales a long breath, leaning her head back against the chair and closing her eyes. For the first time in what feels like weeks, she allows herself a moment of reprieve.

“Alright,” she finally says, opening her eyes to meet yours. There’s a faint glimmer of something softer there, though her exhaustion is still evident. “You win. But just for a little while.”

You smile, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her temple. “That’s all I’m asking for.”

Caitlyn allows herself to relax, if only for a moment, as you pull her into a brief but comforting embrace. Maybe the cases would wait, just this once. For you, she decides, they could.

Caitlyn lets out a small hum as she buries her face into the crook of your neck, her arms wrapping loosely around your waist. She breathes in your familiar scent, one that has always brought her comfort amidst the chaos. For a moment, it feels like the weight of her responsibilities melts away, leaving just the two of you in this quiet reprieve.

“You’re too good to me, you know that?” she murmurs, her voice muffled but still carrying that refined British tone. There’s a hint of guilt laced in her words, but you don’t let it linger.

“Someone has to be,” you reply lightly, your fingers trailing through the messy strands of her ponytail. “Otherwise, I’m afraid you’d work yourself into the ground.”

She chuckles softly against you, a rare sound these days, and you feel a small spark of hope. “You might be right,” she admits, pulling back slightly to look at you. Her tired eyes search your face, as though grounding herself in your presence. “I just don’t know how to... stop. There’s always something, someone, waiting for me to fix it.”

You cup her cheek gently, your thumb brushing over her skin. “I know. And that’s what makes you incredible, Caitlyn. You care so much about everyone else. But you have to let yourself breathe, too. Let me take care of you for a change.”

Her lips press into a thin line, her expression softening as her eyes glisten slightly. She doesn’t cry, but you can tell your words are reaching her. Caitlyn has always been strong, sometimes to a fault, but this moment of vulnerability feels like progress.

She leans into your touch, her cheek warm against your palm. “Alright,” she whispers, her voice almost breaking. “I’ll try. For you.”

You smile, leaning in to kiss her gently, a kiss that holds all the love and reassurance you’ve been waiting to give her. When you pull away, you nod toward the case files on her desk. “But for now, those can wait. Come home with me. We’ll have dinner, something simple, and you can actually rest for once.”

Caitlyn hesitates, glancing back at the mountain of work on her desk, but the pull of your offer is stronger. She nods, her fingers lacing with yours as she stands. “Dinner sounds perfect,” she says, her voice softer now, a faint smile tugging at her lips.

As you leave the station together, hand in hand, you can feel some of the tension leave her frame. Maybe it wouldn’t all be fixed in one night, but it’s a start. And you’re determined to be by her side every step of the way.

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oh fuck you!

authors note — my bad i just felt like writing this 😞plus this is absolute shit I haven’t written in months, manifesting my skills will come back I hope 🙏

pairings — caitlyn x fem!reader 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

mistakes like this — prelow playing!

CAITLYN could tell you were mad—anyone could for this absolute reason. It was in the way your shoulders tensed tightly, the way you wouldn’t even meet her eyes. And honestly? You had every right to be. Caitlyn didn’t blame you for it, she rather despised herself for this too.

She was quite conflicted at who she wanted. You or Vi? The thought spun in her head like a broken compass, never pointing in one clear direction and it was driving her mad.

And tonight, with you standing there looking the way you did—like you were carved out of starlight— it only made things worse. How was she supposed to think straight when you made it so hard to breathe?

She wanted to say something, to beg you to let her explain, but what was there to say? Words wouldn’t fix this, and she didn’t even have the right ones to try. Anything she said would sound hollow, an excuse rather than an answer. And wasn’t that worse? To throw more empty words at the mess she’d made?

Still, her hand didn’t let go of yours. It clung there, desperate and unyielding, even as her mind screamed at her to let you walk away, cause she’s fucking everything up. But she couldn’t—not yet.

“Can’t you just give me more time?” she asked finally, her voice quiet but steady. Her eyes found yours. “Once this task with her is over, I’ll figure it out. I’ll have everything sorted, I promise.” Her eyes glistening with plead.

She paused, her grip tightening just slightly, as if afraid you’d slip through her fingers before she could say more. “I know it’s unfair to ask you to wait, but I… I just need you to trust me. Just a little longer.”

“for me to just get hurt?” you say still not meeting cait’s eyes, she sighed as she looked away and back at you, you really had a perfect point and caitlyn couldn’t argue back. She knew there’d be a possibility where you’d get hurt if she chose Vi.

“please understand where im coming from, please.”

caitlyn pleaded her grip on your wrist still quite tight and you just abruptly pulled your wrist off her grip and turned around now your back against her.

“caitlyn, I’ve been here for you your entire life and this is how I get treated in return? seriously?” you scoffed in disbelief.

She frowned and rolled her eyes in response “yeah but that doesn’t make me really obligated to just choose you does it?” she said quite bitterly.

You chuckle and face her “oh you’re so right! don’t choose me. don’t choose me who was always there for you.” you kept ranting about all the things you’ve done for her and abruptly stopped and just gazed at caitlyn, some slight hint of sadness in your eyes.

“why—not me? cait, why not me?”

she wanted the earth to just suck her up and make her disappear cause her heart now felt like it had shattered, oh this moment was the end, genuinely.

“y/n— I-“ she couldn’t even speak, you just wanted to kill yourself at that exact moment.

“oh fuck you, caitlyn.” your voice breaking while you said that and tears filling your eyes, your throat hurting. Oh and how clichè, it was raining. Perfect.

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erm who’s this insanely friendly n enthusiastic girl 🙀…ahahah! it’s just uhm me, elliana! sixteen, she—her. peter parkers soulmate & vi's wifey! 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 from 🇸🇪 but living in london💂‍♀️ | sfw— mostly a marvel nd arcane blog w heavy suggestive content and random rants 😝

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and that’s it love u cuties!! 🕺💓

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when ppl try to cancel THE caitlyn kiramman. im sorry but her redemption era was too iconic and REASONABLE, you heard me. its giving scarlet witch but wanda was ALSO reasonable. the hate is so forced actually i cant lmaoooo, yall cry for complex characters and when you get one you complain. and i love jinx too btw so......

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