#Cativi Fanfic

[gardensystemtv]

Haven't really posted much about my writing or general creative projects in a while tbh. Am mostly working on a lot of CaitVi

So right now I am working on a Sci-Fi Au, where Caitlyn is a spaceship Pilot, and Vi her Mechanic. I have a bit of Pacific Rim inspiration in there, and maaay be throwing in some Omegaverse inspired elements too, because that gives me the nice gender feels as a trans lesbian tbh. Here is a snippet!

"What's the point? They haven't let anyone from the understation back in there since the riots. They won't let me become a mechanic, they will never even fucking test me to be compatible with a pilot." Vander was right though. She had wanted to fly since she heard about the Hex-Jets. For centuries, every civilization in the cluster had believed it was impossible for one person to pilot a spacecraft— unless they had rare Psionic powers— it was simply too complex. But scientists from the Piltover Station developed the impossible, and kept it's secret close through the gates of the Academy. A Hex-Jet could fly with only one pilot, and a mechanic. Many others tried to copy the designs, the engines, even the powerful, top of the line reactors, but they all missed the true secret, the special mental link between the Pilot, the Mechanic, and the Ship. Each Mechanic designs the ship, and while in flight, is in charge of ensuring that neither it, nor the pilot, would fall apart in flight. While the Pilot was mentall plugged into both the ship, and the mechanic. That's what made the ships so rare, and hard to imitate. You needed both a mechanic and a pilot, with the requires skills, training, and mental fortitude to endure what the Hex-Jet demanded. And the Pilot and Mechanic needed to be mentally compatible enough to handle such a mental link without frying their brains. Nobody from the Understation ever graduated the academy, however. And for the past 15 years, they haven't even let anyone from the Understation enroll. "The point is, you gotta try, kiddo." Vander was approached for the program once, he was a very talented ship engineer, and with the right training could have been the first Hex-Jet engineer from the Understation. Though when the riots happened, those politically opposed to him studying at the academy got their way, and Vander was expelled.

[pickledillytea]

Untouched

Photo credit: @/lesbeanlatte

Fan art that inspired fan fiction.

Untouched

~*~

Vi’s skin is soft, the softest thing you’ll ever get the privilege to touch. Despite it being made up of hard tendons and bulging muscles painted in intimidating permanently black marked mechanics and robot-like designs, Vi is anything but just brute force.

In fact, Caitlyn is the only one that sees through the tough exterior, sees past the chronic stiff posture, always ready to fight. It is rare if she finds Vi completely relaxed. When it’s just them however, Vi lets her guard down a little but really Caitlyn only sees the real Vi when she’s asleep, when she’s completely oblivious to the rest of the world.

Only then does Vi succumb to the comfort Caitlyn is trying to give her in this new life, only then does she temper down and let her body be. Caitlyn often wakes up before Vi for exactly this reason. She revels in the relaxed state of her lover; wishes she could offer her more of it, to tell her she can be herself now, but until then, Caitlyn only has these stolen moments.

Every morning she would look at the sleeping Vi, whether she’s on her back or facing Caitlyn or away from her, she admires every angle. Her fingers itch to touch every inch of Vi regardless of her peaceful dreams but Cait refrains, she lets Vi rest, deservedly so, on most occasions.

Today, Vi is turned away from her, the expanse of her back on full display while cast in soft hews from the still early morning sunlight slowly streaming through the sheer curtains. Cait traces the oil black cogs and gears with her eyes at first, memorising every swirl of the billowing smoke clouds that make up her tattoo, not that she hasn’t studied it in depth already but she finds something new every time.

The depiction is such a stark reminder of Vi’s past that Caitlyn’s heart aches, not for the first time, for the Zaunite and she wonders if that feeling will ever go away. The feeling to protect her from the world.

For some reason Cait feels especially overprotective of Vi this morning. She can’t help but slowly reach over, tracing the outline of the tattoo with her finger tip but never touching, not yet. She feels a tingling all the way down the extremity hovering over skin, memories of its previous encounters flashing through her mind which in turn has a visceral reaction on her body, her touch remembers all the moments. Cait yearns to press into her, to let the ink bleed into her touch and stain her skin, to melt into Vi wholeheartedly so that she can just have a little part of her forever marred into her flesh.

Not only does Cait feel protective of Vi’s body but she’s also very much attracted to it - drawn to it. Every contour of her body, every curve, every line, every defined muscle sensually pulls her in. The slow breathing of her torso, lifting, expelling and expanding of shoulders in slow succession distracts her from her initial task of ghost painting Vi’s tattoo and instead has her needy, wanting, aching. 

The hand that was suspended in the air, slips underneath the covers and Caitlyn reaches the place feeling neglected all of a sudden. She’s surprised to learn how wet she already is and Vi wasn’t even awake to have caused this effect on her. Just her mere presence alone had her in tethers. Cait slips her fingers between her own folds, a pool of wetness welcoming her at the base and she swallows the moan threatening to escape at the sensitivity of her cunt.

She gets lost in the feel of her fingers slowly moving up and down, collecting her own fast accumulating juices which she spreads over her hardening clit. This paired with watching Vi sleep peacefully, unbeknownst to her activities behind her back, somehow has her eager and panting already. Her hips slowly start to gyrate against the mattress, riding, rocking, rolling against her hand. The moan this time escapes before she can suppress it and Vi twitches. Cait stills, waiting to see if she woke Vi but sighs with relief when she doesn’t turn around, scolding herself at the slip.

Slowly she starts back up, a pulse quickening her ministrations. It wouldn’t be long now. She finds her pace and again focuses on Vi solely, the long pink hair she’s letting grow cascades down her defined back, sliding down her spine and it looks so soft. Cait has a sudden urge to run her fingers through the tendrils, pull at them while she plasters herself against Vi’s back. She imagines herself grinding into Vi’s well shaped ass that fits against her perfectly like a puzzle piece, bouncing back and forth and burying her nose in the back of Vi’s neck, consuming her while fucking herself harder.

Caitlyn jolts at the first sign of her pending orgasm shooting down her groin and hurries her administration, rubbing faster, messier and with abandon. The sound coming from her sopping cunt is sinful as hell and filling the room in stereo but she didn’t care about that right now, quiet be damned. She bites down on the pillow just as something snaps deep within her and then she convulses violently.

She lets her orgasm wash over her in wave after wave. She soothingly circles her clit, prolonging her orgasm until she can’t stand the stimulation and removes her soaking hand. Her skin now sweaty and covered with a light sheen of sweat is already cooling over her naked back. She waits for her heartbeat to even out too before she finally resurfaces for a much needed breath, a dark spot of her spit left behind on the pillow case.

For a moment she basks in the bliss, her body humming with pleasure. If only it had been Vi’s fingers fucking her. She shudders at the thought, contemplating whether she should wake up her still sleeping girlfriend and beg for a proper release. The thought of Vi’s deft fingers filling her up like only she knows how has her positively salivating and she clenches around nothing. The hell with it, she thinks and reaches over to touch Vi’s back in the hopes of waking her up but she pauses before ever reaching her destination.

“Having fun without me, Cupcake?”

[strawberryspuffy]

(TW: Drug abuse spoken about lightheartedly)

Animatic based on the @tiptoeingquietly fic once again!

This audio was just too perfect lmaooo (creds to Doechii)

Read it here or never understand the context:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61257943/chapters/156556618

[atabexart]

I really should write more for these two some time.

[the-stars-whisper]

In Your Arms I Become Real

In the wake of the battle for Piltover, Caitlyn and Vi find themselves with some time on their hands, and an ocean of grief to cross. They embark on a voyage to heal wounds both physical and not, while learning how to lean on each other. Or Cait and Vi learn how to be in a relationship while attempting to come to terms with their trauma and grief.

This started as a one-shot for the fluff, but it got out of hand and now I have to write a whole fic about it.

“Okay,” Cait mumbled into her shoulder, allowing her to move away. She watched the fighter start the water and prepare the bath, eye still shining, and thought that she might be the luckiest woman alive.  But then that dark little voice crept in. It showed up often these days, wearing Jinx’s face and speaking in Ambessa’s voice, seeping like ink into the fabric of her thoughts. It whispered in cloying-sweet tones, telling her that she would never, ever deserve the woman with red hair who was drawing her bath. It hissed that Cait could live a thousand lifetimes and right a thousand wrongs, and she would never atone to what she did to Vi. To Zaun. To herself. It would haunt her for all her days.  Cait listened to the voice, and watched Vi work, and felt like she was being torn in two.

[prince-v1olet]

Caitvi High School Note Passing AU

This is loosely (heavily, almost entirely in fact!) based on how my girlfriend (of almost 7 years!!!!) and i would flirt in high school. the rest is in the replies

[thearcaneblog]

May fool around. May drop chapter 2 of Shattered Crowns and Broken Bonds before 5 pm. It's a doozie. I really think you guys would like it.

[starsandgoodness]

collecting cativi fanfics like infinity stones

[juniper-sunny]

Meme - tag nine people

tagged by @lullabyes22-blog

Three ships: I enjoy Zaundads (Silco x Vander) and Cativi from time to time, but rn I'm mostly invested in Silco x Reader (especially my own fanfic here hehe)

First ship: Riza Hawkeye x Roy Mustang from Fullmetal Alchemist... forbidden romance and boss x employee? My tweenage self didn't stand a chance lol

Last song: "Pickle Jar Rag (Haley's Theme)" by ConcernedApe

Last film: Made in Abyss Wandering Twilight

Currently Reading: "Winterkeep" by Kristen Cashore

Currently Watching: "Gannibal"

Currently consuming: water? lol

Currently craving: oh man... vanilla ice cream lol

tagging: @deny-the-issue @silcoitus @ilikemymendarkandfictional @averagecrastinator @mmartos @x-amount-verbs @cherryrehab @fantadym @astudyincontrasts

[the-stars-whisper]

Time Apart

Cait and Vi both cope with grief and broken hearts, albeit very differently. My take on the Cait and Maddie scene and the pit fighting scene, because I'm an emotional masochist apparently.

The commander let out a breath as she met her own eyes in the glass. The woman staring back at her was all hard edges and steel determination. She… she wasn’t sure if she recognized her. There was no trace of the kind, gentle girl who had helped Jace with his experiments and watched the violet petals swirl around the chimes in the garden with her mother.

[prince-v1olet]

guys which irl actors do you fancast as cait and vi?? i personally don’t have a vi fancast in my head but havana rose liu IS caitlyn kiramman. they are one in the same to me. but PLEASE send your headcanons 🙂‍↕️🤲

[the-stars-whisper]

Her Breath

Vi pressed her head against the brick, eyes squeezed closed, and braced herself for the words that would confirm what she knew, that no matter what she did she’d always fuck up. She’d always drive away those closest to her. But as Cait’s soft footsteps approached her, the words didn’t come. Instead, the commander leaned her shoulder against the wall beside her, arms crossed and wearing that tiny smirk that meant she knew something that Vi didn’t. “You really think I needed all the guards at the Hexgates?” She asked, not unkindly. She tilted her head against the wall and didn’t look away. Vi dropped her arms and met her eyes as understanding slowly dawned. Cait knew she’d come to Jynx. She knew she’d try… and she’d let her. The realization must have been plain on Vi’s face, because the blue-haired girl smiled that beautiful, infuriating smile. “Sorry to say,” she said, not sounding sorry at all, “you’ve grown a bit predictable.”

Yeah, I wrote the scene. Sorry (I'm not)

[prince-v1olet]

pt. 3 (final)

Caitvi High School AU

This is loosely (heavily, almost entirely in fact!) based on how my girlfriend (of almost 7 years!!!!) and i would flirt in high school. the rest is in the replies