#and right now its caitlyn kiramman

[ideologyofone]

Me, a tragedy enjoyer, watching the caitvi divorce in 4k in 41 days

[jelly-o630]

No but seriously like the way Caitlyn in her deep, DESPAIRING grief over her mother immediately begins to undo her work in an effort to bring her killer to justice like I need to smoke a blunt with her you don’t understand

[reaper2187]

Caitlyn kiramman x female reader

The moon hung low over the streets of Piltover, casting a soft glow that illuminated the cobblestones below. Caitlyn Kiramman, the sharp-eyed enforcer, moved quietly, her polished boots making barely a sound as she stepped through the shadows. She had been tracking a series of criminals for days, but tonight was different. Tonight, her target was rumored to be someone far more elusive, a bounty hunter known for her skills and independence—someone who didn’t care for Piltover’s laws or its protectors.

You, the bounty hunter, had been following your own lead, one that would hopefully bring you closer to a massive score. The client had been vague, but the price offered for this particular target was far too high to ignore. The streets of Zaun were treacherous enough, but with a powerful Piltover enforcer on the case, things just got more complicated.

You crouched on the rooftop, blending into the shadows. Below you, a small gang was gathered, their dirty faces and ragged clothes a stark contrast to Piltover’s cleanliness. You had been tailing them for hours, but they weren’t your real focus. Your intel suggested Caitlyn was nearby, and you knew she wouldn’t hesitate to interfere.

A slight scuffling noise made you turn your head, your senses alert. There she was. Caitlyn, with her signature rifle slung over her back, blue eyes scanning the streets as if she could sense your presence. You smirked to yourself. She was good, but you were better.

With a soft leap, you dropped down behind the gang, landing silently in the alleyway. The thugs didn’t even have a chance to draw their weapons before you had them pinned, your blade pressed lightly to the leader’s throat.

“Tell me where he is,” you hissed, your voice low and threatening.

The gang leader’s eyes darted wildly, but he quickly caved. “He’s… he’s hiding near the old docks… but you’re not the only one looking for him.”

“Who else?” you asked, even though you already knew.

“An enforcer from Piltover,” he spat, hatred and fear mixing in his voice.

You barely had time to process his words before you heard the click of a rifle being cocked.

“Step away from him. Now,” Caitlyn’s voice was calm, controlled, but firm.

You turned slowly, not raising your hands but showing her you weren’t reaching for your weapon.

“Enforcer Kiramman,” you greeted her, a teasing smile playing on your lips. “What brings you down to Zaun? Slumming it?”

Caitlyn’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t have time for games. You’re interfering in an investigation.”

You tilted your head. “Funny, I thought you were the one interfering in my hunt.”

There was a tense silence, the gang members too afraid to move as they watched the two of you face off. Caitlyn’s grip on her rifle tightened, but she didn’t fire. There was something in her eyes—curiosity, maybe even admiration. You were known for being efficient, ruthless, and precise—everything she valued in a tracker, even if you operated outside the law.

“I’m not going to warn you again,” Caitlyn said, her voice a touch more serious. “Walk away.”

You chuckled. “And miss out on the fun? I don’t think so.”

Before Caitlyn could react, you moved, kicking the gang leader away and launching yourself into the shadows. Caitlyn cursed under her breath, raising her rifle to track you, but you were already gone.

Hours later, you found yourself perched on a rusted balcony overlooking the docks. The air was thick with the smell of salt and grime, the sounds of the Undercity echoing around you. Below, your target—a smuggler responsible for several illegal shipments into Piltover—was huddled with a group of men, clearly preparing for another run. You had him right where you wanted him, and this time, you weren’t about to let anyone interfere.

But then you felt it. The presence of someone watching you. A shadow crossed the rooftops, and you sighed. Caitlyn again.

“Persistent, isn’t she?” you muttered to yourself.

You waited until she was within striking distance before dropping down behind her, your movements silent. Caitlyn spun around, but you were faster, pinning her against the brick wall of the building.

“You’re starting to get on my nerves,” you whispered, your face inches from hers.

Caitlyn didn’t flinch. Instead, she stared at you, her expression hard but composed. “Likewise.”

For a moment, neither of you moved, the tension between you electric. You could feel her breath on your skin, her eyes locked with yours. Something shifted in the air, a moment of understanding passing between you. You both lived dangerous lives, always one step ahead of death. Perhaps, in that shared recklessness, there was something more.

“You know,” you said, your voice softer, “we could help each other.”

Caitlyn raised an eyebrow. “And why would I do that?”

“Because we both want the same thing,” you replied. “The smuggler. You take him in, I get my bounty, and we both walk away happy.”

Caitlyn hesitated, her eyes searching yours. You could see the gears turning in her mind, weighing the risks, the benefits. Finally, she nodded.

“Fine. But you’re not running this show.”

You grinned. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Sheriff.”

The plan went off without a hitch. Together, you and Caitlyn took down the smuggler’s men with precision, your movements fluid as you worked in sync. You had to admit, Caitlyn was impressive. Her aim was flawless, her strategies quick and efficient. For a moment, you found yourself admiring her—not just as a rival, but as a person.

When the smuggler was finally in custody, you stood side by side, catching your breath. Caitlyn glanced over at you, her expression unreadable.

“So, what now?” she asked.

You shrugged. “I collect my bounty, you take him to Piltover, and we go our separate ways.”

Caitlyn frowned, her lips pressing into a thin line. “That’s it?”

You turned to her, surprised by the hint of disappointment in her voice. “Did you have something else in mind?”

She didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she took a step closer, her eyes searching yours. There was something intense in her gaze, something you hadn’t expected.

“You’re good,” she said quietly. “Better than most.”

You smirked. “I know.”

Caitlyn’s lips twitched into a small smile, but it didn’t last long. Her expression turned serious again, and you felt your pulse quicken as she stepped even closer.

“I could use someone like you,” she admitted, her voice low. “In Piltover. As an ally.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Is that an offer?”

Caitlyn’s gaze flickered to your lips for just a second before returning to your eyes. “Maybe.”

You weren’t sure if it was the adrenaline or the way she was looking at you, but something in you snapped. Before you could second-guess yourself, you closed the distance between you, capturing her lips in a kiss. Caitlyn tensed for a brief moment before melting into it, her hands gripping your jacket as she pulled you closer.

The kiss was fierce, filled with the same energy that had fueled your rivalry. But underneath it, there was something else—something softer, more vulnerable. When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathing heavily, your foreheads pressed together.

“Well,” you said, a little breathless, “I didn’t expect that.”

Caitlyn chuckled softly, her voice huskier than usual. “Neither did I.”

For a moment, the world around you seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in the stillness of the night. It was dangerous, the connection between you. But then again, danger was something you both thrived on.

“So,” Caitlyn said, her voice teasing, “about that offer…”

You smirked, pulling her closer again. “I think we can work something out.”

[aviyx]

Discussing Caitlyn Kiramman

Caitlyn, especially in the second season, reminds me of Macbeth in all the worst and most concerning ways.

At the start of Macbeth, Macdonwald is a character who had committed treason and was killed by Macbeth, as at that point he still had his morality.

This is similar to how at the start of Arcane, Caitlyn was an enforcer who did her job, and did it well without engaging in any of the corruption that seemed pretty rampant at this point.

Later, Macbeth's wife Lady Macbeth, in a self serving manner, manipulates Macbeth into committing regicide by killing the king. He's obviously hesitant to do this as it goes against his morals, but with the encouragement, he does go through with it on his own accord. Despite having the power of being the Thane of Cawdor and Glamis, he still does this in attempt to get more power. After this, he successfully becomes king.

Now, I don't think Caitlyn is acting how she is in attempt of power, however thats definitely one of the outcomes of her actions. Ambessa, who is who I see in Lady Macbeth's role in this analogy, is also manipulating Caitlyn in order to gain personally, and to encourage war so that hextech weapons are made and she can use them to fight her own battles. Caitlyn has a moral code, yet despite this she does do bad things. She uses the grey as a tool to clear out the streets, when that is a literal war crime. She knows this is wrong, emphasised by her mothers words that go starkly against her actions playing right before the scene. She also takes the position of power Ambessa presents her with despite her in earlier episodes likely being against Ambessa's whole cause, and the war that she's about to start.

Macbeth, before this, has a friend called Banquo, who suspects that he killed Duncan for the throne and power. Macbeth then gets him assassinated.

This is, albeit less so, reminiscent of Vi, and how after being called out on her actions, Caitlyn hits her and leaves.

Considering we only have 3 episodes of season 2, I cant be sure whether this continues progressing, but if it does, there are a few things I am assuming will happen in arc 2 and 3.

I think Caitlyn is going to start hallucinating more. The hallucinations might be of Vi, as Macbeth hallucinates seeing Banquo after causing his death, but they could also be of her mother, Jinx or even Isha, as she could've easily killed either of them had Vi not stopped her.

Now if you have read Macbeth, you'll realize i haven't mentioned one of the main reasons Macbeth turns into a usurper. The witches and their prophecy. And this is honestly because I'm not sure.

I think its entirely possible that the witches could be symbolised through the hextech, as we know the hextech weapons act up sometimes, as shown in episode 3. Its possible they may lead to hallucinations, similar to that of Victor, if they're used repeatedly while acting up, which I can imagine Caitlyn doing.

Otherwise, I think the witches could be symbolised through Jinx, and possibly Sevika and Isha to maintain the symbolism of threes. This is because the 3 of them represent the power Caitlyn wishes she has- the power to avenge her mother.

Either way, I'm hoping that Caitlyn doesn't stay on this path, as Macbeth is a tragedy for a reason.

[nickeverdeen]

could you perhaps do an arcane caitlyn x autsitc reader having a really bad day bc of sensory issues? curious to see your take on how she would handle that (ik it's not super specific, sorry)

It’s okay, don’t worry!

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Save Heaven | Caitlyn x Autistic!Reader

Summary: Despite having a bad day due to your sensory issues your girlfriend always knows how to make it better

Pairings: Caitlyn Kiramman x autistic!fem!reader (romantic)

Warnings: None

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The day had started like any other, but by noon, everything felt like it was spiraling out of control. The noise of Piltover, usually just a backdrop to your day, seemed louder, harsher. The hum of machinery, the chatter of people, and the occasional blaring horn of a passing vehicle felt like they were drilling into your skull. The bustling city, once so familiar, now felt like an assault on your senses.

You had tried to keep going, to push through the overwhelming noise, the glaring lights, and the constant pressure of people brushing past you. But it was too much. Your head was pounding, your skin felt like it was on fire, and every sound felt like a personal attack.

When you finally made it home, you felt like you were hanging on by a thread. The moment you stepped inside, you closed the door behind you, leaning against it as you squeezed your eyes shut. The apartment was quiet, but even the faint ticking of the clock on the wall felt too loud. You quickly kicked off your shoes, the feeling of them on your feet unbearable, and headed to your room in search of some kind of relief.

You curled up on the bed, pulling the blankets over your head as you tried to block out the world. But the sensory overload had already taken its toll, and the feeling of the fabric against your skin, the stuffiness of the air, everything—it was all too much. A frustrated groan escaped your lips as you curled into a tighter ball, feeling utterly trapped in your own skin.

The door creaked open softly, and you flinched at the sound, even though you knew who it was. Caitlyn was the only one with a key, and she’d said she’d come by after her shift ended. You heard her soft footsteps approaching, the bed dipping slightly as she sat down beside you.

“Hey,” she said gently, her voice a soft balm to your frayed nerves. “I’m here.”

You didn’t move, didn’t respond, but you felt her hand on your back, warm and reassuring. It was a touch that you usually welcomed, but right now, everything was too much. Still, Caitlyn didn’t push. She never did.

“I’m sorry,” you finally whispered, your voice barely audible beneath the covers. “I just… I can’t today.”

“You don’t need to apologize,” Caitlyn replied, her voice steady and soothing. “It’s okay, love. I’m here for you.”

Slowly, you pushed the blanket down, just enough to peek out and see her. Her blue eyes were filled with concern, but there was no pity there, no frustration—just love and understanding. She smiled softly at you, her hand still resting lightly on your back, not pressing, just letting you know she was there.

“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked, her voice gentle.

You shook your head, not trusting yourself to speak. The words were there, but trying to put them together felt like too much right now. Instead, you just looked at her, hoping she could understand what you couldn’t say.

Caitlyn nodded, as if she could hear the thoughts swirling in your mind. “How about we just sit here for a bit? No talking, no pressure.”

You nodded again, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. Caitlyn shifted on the bed, leaning back against the headboard and opening her arms slightly. You hesitated for a moment, but then you moved closer, resting your head on her shoulder as she wrapped her arms around you.

The scent of her perfume, something soft and floral, filled your senses, and you focused on that, letting it ground you. Her hand rubbed small circles on your back, the rhythm steady and calming, and gradually, you felt the tension in your body begin to ease.

The noise of the city was still there, faint through the walls, but it didn’t feel as overwhelming with Caitlyn by your side. The ticking clock was still annoying, but it wasn’t unbearable. Slowly, the world began to feel less hostile, less overwhelming.

Caitlyn didn’t say anything, just held you, her presence a constant comfort. You felt your breathing begin to even out, the tightness in your chest loosening. It was still a bad day, still heavy and hard, but Caitlyn made it bearable. She made you feel safe.

After a while, Caitlyn spoke again, her voice low. “Would you like to take a bath? I can make it nice and quiet, just for you.”

The thought of warm water, of the quiet, calm atmosphere of the bathroom, sounded like heaven. You nodded against her shoulder, and she pressed a soft kiss to your temple before gently helping you up.

She led you to the bathroom, and you watched as she ran the water, making sure it was just the right temperature. She added a few drops of lavender oil, the scent relaxing and familiar, before turning back to you with a small smile.

“I’ll be right outside if you need me,” she said, her hand brushing yours before she left you alone.

You sank into the tub, the warm water immediately soothing your sore muscles. The lavender scent filled the room, calming your mind, and you let out a long breath as you finally felt yourself start to relax.

It took some time, but eventually, the sensory overload began to fade, leaving you feeling calmer, more grounded. When you were ready, you got out of the tub, drying off and slipping into the soft clothes Caitlyn had left out for you.

When you stepped back into the bedroom, Caitlyn was waiting, her smile warm and welcoming. She held out a hand to you, and you took it, letting her guide you back to bed.

She settled in beside you, her arms open once more, and you didn’t hesitate to curl up against her. The world outside might still be too much, but in Caitlyn’s arms, you knew you’d always have a safe haven. And for now, that was enough.

[redpandarambles]

Caitlyn will pursue justice at any cost.

Its one of the core parts of her character, of her personality. And in S1 we loved it. Because Caitlyn felt like she was the only character at the intersection of "cares something is wrong" and "has the power to do something about it".

When she singlehandedly keeps pursuing her own line of investigation, when she ignores everyone else's orders to stop, we commend her.

When she breaks rules because the ends justify the means, we cheer her on.

When Caitlyn backs herself despite everyone else telling her she is wrong, we applaud her.

So, why is anyone surprised that Caitlyn would be taking that to the extreme now?

She learned from S1 that she is right even when everyone else is telling her she's wrong. That the ends justify the means. That weilding the Kiramman name and power to get her to where she needs to be is fine.

Caitlyn is in her early twenties, has just lost her mother in a way that means she thinks its all her fault, her father is grieving and absent, her friend is dealing with a hundred different things, Vi is- Vi isn't trustworthy, and she's dealing with the trauma of being assaulted in the shower and dragged to a deranged tea party.

On top of all that, she's just been given the keys to almost unrestrained power.

And she knows who is responsible for all this grief and trauma she's dealing with - Jinx.

So yes, Caitlyn will become a ruthless dictator if it means getting what she wants.

Because Caitlyn will pursue justice at any cost.

[valenshawke]

In Defense of Caitlyn Kiramman

No, this is not a defense of any of her actions or decisions she made after she donned the beret. This is a defense of the writing of her character and what (I believe) the writers are trying to do. With only one act down, there’s many ways the writers can take this. They could very well fumble it. However, I will give the writers the benefit of the doubt. With that out of the way…

The descent into darkness and the corruption arcs are classic storytelling. Where the protagonist, hit with so many traumas and setbacks, gives into her darker feelings, sometimes aided by a more devious figure in the background.

Given all the traumas that Caitlyn has experienced as explained by @bramblebeau, something was going to happen. Without Ambessa Medarda being that devious figure, would Caitlyn have gone full authoritarian at the end of episode 3? Maybe. I still think she would have, but perhaps not as far. But to argue that this is bad storytelling because Caitlyn did not keep her idealism and morality is… horrible missing the point. 

What are the points? When faced with trauma and the desire to retaliate and seek revenge, it is very easy to manipulate those who want those two things. And, in the world we actually live in, we have seen this time and again. Need I bring up the US War on Terror? Whether directly or indirectly, the cultural impact of the 9/11 Attacks, second Iraq War, and the US War on Terror has been and will continue to do so (and if you want a less subtle commentary on that, check out Naoki Urasawa’s Pluto also on Netflix). 

Ambessa Medarda not only manipulating Caitlyn, but the Piltover Elite, was masterful because it showed how easy it is when you can control the flow of information, control the rhetoric, and eventually dehumanize your “enemy” as something less than human. It’ll be fascinating to hear how Caitlyn’s speech changes and what type of language she uses when talking about Zaun.

At this point, we don’t know exactly what the writers are going to do. But it does raise some intriguing and exciting questions from a storytelling perspective. Caitlyn, right now, is at the edge of (the heart) of darkness. Is her blood-lust for revenge going to cause her to fall in? Will someone be able to talk sense into her? Can anyone in Piltover talk any sense into her? How, if at all, can Vi be the one to help/save her? Or will they save each other? How can Vi be that tiny light in the darkness when she has her own trauma to deal with? (There’s another point to examine how both dealt with the trauma by the end of Act 1. Vi went inward and, based on the trailers, went full self-destructive mode. Caitllyn went outward and became the public face of a fascist regime). 

Caitlyn already started taking steps to that darkness after she got the Kiramman key and decided that GASSING ZAUN (and all the implications THAT brings)  was the best option for her strike team to open its mission to capture Jinx, dismantle shimmer, neutralize any agents loyal to Silco. Whatever justification given, especially by Vi, is naive at best and delusional at worst. Vi might have gone along simply because she feels some blame and wants to support Caitlyn. But what Caitlyn did was unjustifiable. The moment you simply accept “collateral damage” as simply being a Tuesday, your moral dipstick is bone dry (credits to Fox Mulder for that one). But that isn’t bad storytelling. I’m supposed to feel that way.

Caitlyn’s descent, as it stands, allows the writer to either give her something of a redemption arc where she realizes the horrors of what she has done and what has to be done to fix it. 

This is classic storytelling 101.

And I am fucking here for it.

Thanks to @caitlyn-kirammans for listening to me ramble this out first.

[arclic-stuff]

Symbiotic Relationship - Chapter 1

PAIRING: Grayson x fem OC

SUMMARY: Besides her agreement with Zander, Grayson communicates with a reliable informant—her ex-wife, Tatianna. Tatianna is a Zaunite Merchant—a caterer by day and a smuggler by night. Together, they try to maintain peace between their cities, benefiting each other greatly and creating a symbiotic relationship they both have been craving. 

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: Hehe guess who's finally posting! It's been hard finding the time to write and figure out the structure for this story but at least it's starting haha. Very excited to share it and write more of the chapters. I hope y'all enjoy it. Have no idea how quick I'll do the next chapters but I'm sure it'll be soon:)))

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Festivities were in full swing within the Piltover Country Club as the Kirammans prepared for an afternoon of celebrations. Outwith its walls in the calm countryside, two competitors engaged in friendly conversation. 

"I'm an enforcer. For me, knowing how to handle this weapon means being able to protect people. To be of service to the city. And that's trophy enough. Begs the question, young Kiramman. What are you shooting for?"

Before the girl can respond, her mother, Cassandra, beckons her inside. She dashes up the steps, stopping to look back at Grayson. "This isn't over, Sheriff," she narrows her eyes, pouting as she ascends the steps into the building.

Grayson continues to embrace the calm silence, the smell of the forest, and the taste of her wine. She takes one final inhale before acknowledging the familiar figure hiding in the background since she came outside.

"Are you going to lurk in the shadows all night, Ms Brauer?"

With that, Anna Brauer strides into view, her heels hitting the stone pavement and her jacket drifting in the breeze. Dawning an olive green jacket, she was also clad in an all-black suit, her white skirt's top buttons undone, showing her jewellery cluster around her neck. Her long black hair was pulled into a bun, elevating her appearance and almost making her look taller. Grayson made note of Tatianna's grey strands twisting around her head; she had finally stopped dying over them, which Grayson found admirable.

"Just making sure I didn't interrupt the fan club," Anna says, standing parallel to Grayson and leaning on the balcony.

Grayson chuckles. "She's a good kid. She means well."

"She insinuated that you took a bribe and threw the competition." Anna raises an eyebrow and looks at Grayson.

"Aw, protecting my honour? You'll make me blush," Grayson jests, poking Anna with her elbow, making the smaller woman roll her eyes in response.

"Just think the little gremlin should watch her tongue", Anna uttered at a lowered volume, tilting her head towards the party where the girl was now socialising.

Grayson moves closer to whisper, "You should lower your voice, dear. That 'gremlin' is the daughter of a councillor." She chuckles. "And besides, you know I'd never take a bribe". 

Anna put her hands up in surrender. "Or throw the competition? Right?"

Grayson doesn't respond; she simply rubs the back of her neck, looking anywhere but Anna's suspecting eyes.

"Oh, for fucksake, Grayson!" Anna groans, slapping Grayson on the forearm.

Grayson blocks the last few playful hits, laughing in the process. "What! She deserved the win! She's had a hard time with exams, and Cassandra put a lot of pressure on her to do well today. And anyway, I'm not beating my goddaughter."

Grayson had been a close friend of the Kiramans for a few years before Caitlyn was born, but it was still a surprise when Cassandra asked her to be her Godmother. As strange as it felt, it was one of the best things in her life—watching her grow up, teaching her to shoot, be headstrong, and do all the other things she had hoped to do one day with her own family.

Anna sighs, shaking her head. "You've gone, soft, Gray," she says before reaching into her jacket for a beige folder — the main reason for their meetup.

This month's conclusive report focused on the City of Zaun and all notable events or changes within its walls. Anna reluctantly slid the folder to the Sheriff. Even though she knew logically it was for the best, she still couldn't help but feel like a traitor to her people and to her home. The report showcased lists of new businesses, crime states, and this month's headliner: the death of a Chem-Baron.  

Although Chem-Baron Arlo passed peacefully in his sleep, he left behind chaos as his sons fought for the family business.

"All I can say is that I hope the youngest son doesn't take over; Finn is ambitious but reckless; Zaun doesn't need that" Anna waits for a response, then glances over to Grayson, reading, entirely focused on the pages in front of her. Anna takes the opportunity to watch her for a moment. She watches as her eyes dart across the pages, breathing steadily through her nose, the breeze shifting her hair into her eyes. As she flicks to the last page, her expression shifts from concentration to mild irritation, furrowing her brows before speaking.

Anna knows exactly what she's reacting to. Twice a year, Anne has a large shipment of stock transported into Zaun via Piltover's trade routes. Anne gets two shipments that aren't inspected yearly in exchange for being an informant. She uses this for her more valuable goods like medicine for the Zaun shelters - in the past, the shipments have been 'lost' or 'confiscated' by the enforcers with legal loopholes purely because of the shipment's destination. Grayson's leniency allows essential medicine to reach Zaun's unfortunate, something she holds onto to try to forget the dubious contents hidden within.

"This shipment is way bigger than last time." Grayson looks up accusingly, her mouth pressed into a thin line.

"The demand increased; it's for the—" Anna tried to explain the changes but was cut off by a raised hand.

"I don't want to know Tatianna" Grayson sighed, shutting the folder in her left hand and downing her drink with the other. She regrets using that tone with Anne but doesn't want to know. She knows Anne has to smuggle for unsavoury clients to pay the bills and that the jobs allow her to give back to the poorer Zaunites, but it still makes Grayson feel dirty like she's no different from the corrupt enforcers she swore to root out.

It's for the greater good; it helps Zaun and Anna.

Anna felt the atmosphere shift and was reminded of the distance between them. It didn't happen often, but sometimes, when interacting with Grayson, Anna would be transported back to when they first met, when things were simpler. When she broke from this trance, she would feel the emptiness in her chest that always lingered in Sheiff's presence. As soon as she felt it creeping back in, she ran.

"As always, Sheriff, it's been a pleasure. See you next month," Anna said with a comedic curtsey before turning on her heels to walk past Grayson. However, before she could take her first step to freedom, Grayson stepped in front, slighting her, stopping her in her tracks.  

"Are you not staying?" Grayson sheepishly asked, avoiding eye contact. She knew the answer, but every time Anna tried to make a speedy exit, Grayson would try to make her stay in a last-ditch attempt to reminisce for a little longer in the fantasy.

"I can't. I have a meeting with a new client in the morning, some industrialist is looking for a new trade route. I'll see you around Gray." As she walks around Grayson to leave, she gives Grayson's shoulder a light squeeze. To onlookers, it was a subtle goodbye gesture, but they both felt Anna's hand linger a second longer than it should.  

Grayson is left outside alone, her own hand replacing Anna's, where she touched her shoulder moments ago. She looked out at the grounds, which were now shrouded in sunset lighting. The same surroundings Grayson had found peace in now felt cold and empty. Cold and empty like the house the first day she came home without Anna there to greet her. Even after all these years, Grayson always felt this way after their meetings. She wondered if Anna ever felt the same; maybe she had moved on or was just as miserable as Grayson felt now - Grayson didn't like either option for her ex.

Feeling her thoughts spiral, she shook her head and took a deep breath.

What good will those thoughts do? It's all in the past now, and that's where it should stay.

[great20sworld]

LIVING THE DREAM

A Viktor x Reader fanfiction

Author's note: Chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3, chapter 4, chapter 5, chapter 6 and chapter 7 are available in my Tumblr page along with summary.

Chapter 8: Birth of an Era

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"The arcane is a curse upon our world"

"This power corrupts and consumes"

"Escape the warmongering of mages, not cultivate it"

The storm in his mind had endured those prejudiced, cowardly voices of those councillors who deemed themselves worthy to run piltover. It hurt, but it didn't destroy. Until he heard one voice, desperate and uncaring of the storm he had cultivated through his toils. The voice he loved, destroying him without even knowing it.

"My son isn't in his right mind"

"...chased an impossible dream"

"...foolish and unwise"

For goodness sake, magic saved her life! Nobody could have comprehended what he saw that day- the light, the beauty which blinded him and saved him, which prompted him to believe, gave him a purpose, a dream to set down on the road to.

Now?

Now the very same was being ripped apart from his very core. The trees of knowledge, of the gorgeous magic which had deep routed itself on his mind was being ripped away by uncaring hands, the pain bleeding down to his soul. Mrs. Kiramman, Caitlyn, all of them... They had believed in him once, and because of some wretched burglars who wrecked his entire workshop they paid the price of being humiliated just like him for what he had chased down. He hated to admit it, he really did- but he has no more fight left in him. The empty soul withering away without its passion. Jayce had left the crystal which he had kept binded to his wrist for so long on a boulder next to the edge. Let everyone know why he did it. If anyone cared.

The thriving city which he could view from up here mocked him all the same, making his head throb with the pain of rejection like the strike of a hammer down on it. He couldn't even fathom the thought of retreating back into the shadows of their forge and building hammers, when his heart still lay elsewhere.

He had failed. Failed to unveil the light of progress to his beloved piltover, and if he couldn't do it- there was no hope left.

The nails of his fingers digging into his palm as he clenched them tightly brought him to the present and he inches closer to the edge...

Goodbye cruel world.

See you on the other....

"Am I interrupting?"

Startled, he turns, breath hitching, almost losing the balance he had.

The assistant.

Is this man an omen? He seems to be there always whenever Jayce is broken!

He scoffs, covering his face with an exasperation he hadn't thought possible till now.

"The hell's your problem?! What's that? Another list with my name on it?"

He wants to snatch it from his hands and throw it into the abyss.

"Actually...yes. But, only because you signed your notes. Every page, might I add..." Golden eyes darted over the pages.

"Eh...a little egotistical, don't you think?"

Patience is a virtue and Jayce is a saint.

"Is that why you came? To insult me?" Jayce spat, turning away in contempt.

"No...no, I was intrigued by what you said at the trail"

What is his deal?

"That makes you the only one." Jayce says, as he hears the end of a metal cane tap on concrete as the man approaches tries to approach his side.

"Yes, well, I wanted to talk about your work... This hextech theory of yours"

How Jayce hated when another in the scientific community voices them as mere "theories".

"It's not a theory! I saw with my own eyes what magic can do, the lives it could save...you've no idea how beautiful it is..!"

The cold bite of frost, of the raging snowstorm in the mountains, the frozen weight of his mother's form next to him, the desperation with which he called out to the hooded figure and the warmth he had felt when saved... Jayce remembers it as clear as yesterday.

"...and now it's gone" his voice wavered, and he hoped the man didn't notice. "No one believed me."

"..."

"Nobody's ever believed in me. A poor, cripple from the undercity? I was an outsider the moment I stepped foot in Piltover... I didn't have the benefits of a patron or a name... I simply believed in myself. Which is why I'm here, because I think- you're onto something"

Jayce looks at him. This man who appeared as if he was one of the aristocrats, calm composed and with palpable gentleness, had a certain set look in his amber eyes. It was different from the cold blue of his professors, and the judgmental, only barely tolerant ones of his patrons. It was... Hopeful. The eyes of someone who seeks, who explores.

"I want to help you complete your research." He states, looking out into the world below them.

"No one thinks it can be done..." Jayce reminds him, softly.

"When you're going to change the world, don't ask for permission."

The man says, before extending his hand, the crystal resting in his palm, looking back at him invitingly.

Is this a dream?

Could he be hopeful...once more?

With a hesitation only weakly fueled by self doubt, Jayce takes the crystal from his hand, clenching his palm around it, as if making a promise.

One more time.

He looks back at the man.

"I don't even know your name...."

"It's Viktor." He answers.

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Well, you now know the meaning of hyperventilating, your eyes trained on the scene unfolding before you. You resist the urge to applaud as Jayce and Viktor finish their conversation, careful not to blow your cover carefully hidden behind the veils of darkness which filled the place, feeling as if you were getting the front row seats to the movie you were waiting for for years- and it did not disappoint.

You couldn't resist the squeal coming.

"what the- who's there?!" Jayce becomes startled, turning around as Viktor is also alerted. You cover is blown when their eyes land on you.

"YOU!" Jayce points at you and gasps, as Viktor looks at Jayce.

"You know her too?"

"yes! She came to my prison cell last day!" Jayce says, looking at Viktor. "Your advice was completely useless by the way." He directs his gaze back to you.

Viktor shakes his head disapprovingly. "So you did go there!"

Jayce looks at Viktor. "Is she your assistant?"

Viktor frantically shakes his head negatively while you frantically nod.

"no!" Says Viktor, "Yes!" You say.

"Jayce, don't you think it's high time we get to work? Figure out whatevers up with that...umm..." You gesture vaguely towards his crystal.

"oh yes! The leftover calculations are on my board...wish we had some light..." Jayce says, walking through the small rubble piles.

"Oh, like this one?" You say, smiling triumphantly as you pull out a kerosene lamp from your bag.

"You seem awfully prepared..." Viktor muses as he takes the lamp from you and lights it, it's soft luminescence bathing the dilapidated room.

"I am your assistant afterall..." You smirk.

"you're not-"

"Over here, yes... This is where I've been struggling with the calculations..." Jayce says, sitting down on and opening the notebook which Viktor brought.

You walk over to Jayce, sitting down next to him and leaning towards the notebook to get a better look at the figures, since you realise to your disappointment that most of what is written is in a language you do not follow, and only a small portion of it is legible English. Viktor goes to study the blackboard, picking up a chalk absentmindedly from the small box sitting next to it. You expected to be completely stumped by the diagrams and calculations, but surprisingly- as if something clicked, your eyes are stuck on what appears to be the planetary model. Beneath it is written, "crystal needs excitement".

The gears in your brain starts to turn hopefully. Seems like the source for this power is something resembling the electrons in an atom. Could it be that the energy could be similar to electricity? "Attracts other metals in short vicinity" the next sentence read. Attracting metals- magnetic property. Whatever this was, the excitation of it lead to magnetic properties of the material.

Electromagnetism. Analogues to it, maybe?

Your gaze darts towards Viktor who was redoing the calculations on board, regarding what you thought was frequency- based on a graph which showed values in various units of Hertz. So, that was valid in this world.

"Does the crystal have an energy field around it, Jayce?" You question, looking at Jayce.

"An energy field? Yes, it reacts whenever it is penetrated and..."

"produces magnetic properties? Such as attracting metals and behaving like a magnetic needle?"

Viktor's attention catches. "Based on this- yes..."

It was indeed electromagnetism. You mind rushes through all the info you had. "So we have to provide the crystal with energy which channels its own energy to circulate in it- until it looses its magnetic field, and yet works, without the added energy loss..."

Both Viktor and Jayce looks at you, and you're relieved to see a small flicker of interest in the former's gaze.

"If we could get it to work without an external field, we could be onto something." Jayce supplies helpfully, ruffling through the pages in which he had elaborated what appeared to be the laws of thermodynamics but with the added modifications for this world.

"Here, Jayce, you said it emits light?" Viktor circles something regarding the factory of photons on the board. "Yes, when hit with light, it seemed to be excited- but also not so much to keep it going."

Your brain starts to remember. "If we channel the residual energy into a bigger energy state, maybe while destabilising, or returning to stability it might emit the energy we require?" You ask timidly, remembering that particles do tend to jump from higher energy levels to lower energy levels to gain stability and from lower to higher when supplied with sufficient energy.

Jayce finds himself at a loss of words and looks at Viktor, who, to his surprise looked like the answer was in the tip of his tongue.

"wait a moment, we're getting something like this here..." He mutters, the speed of chalk scratching on the blackboard increasing as he proceeds.

Could it be similar to photoelectric effect? You had to check. You get up from your seat, taking a chalk from the box and drawing a small diagram which depicts rings of energy and particles on them and an incoming ray of light represented as a wiggly arrow. You note Viktor's gaze following you.

"Does it emit similar amounts of energy it is hit with? Then, we'll need quite an amount of frequency for the source of energy which hits it to produce something reasonable out of it." You supply.

"That can't be right..." Jayce's sighs. "All this time, I thought I should dampen the oscillations, because in very high frequencies, the crystal might as well detonate..."

"No..." Viktor breathes, his gaze darting to the diagram you made. He writes something on the bottom most ring in your drawing, and then mumbling something to himself, followed by scribbling something on the topmost ring. He nods to himself before tapping what he was writing down on the board, going through whatever was discussed behind him through written format and equations. "....the residual energy will only even stabilise at high frequency, she's right! We'll have to-..."

"Crank it!" Jayce and you chime in unison, eyes bright with excitement, your lips spread in a delighted grin.

Viktor turns, and then nods affirmatively, looking like a proud teacher, "yes! Yes...We'll have to... Crank it!"

"It works!" Jayce says, smiling at you and Viktor. "Eh, on paper..." Viktor says, quirking his brow at the blackboard. You feel your heart quicken when his golden gaze lingers on the diagram you made, with his lips quirking upwards.

"we could have tested it if we had access to my equipment" Jayce runs a tired hand through his face.

"....which is being destroyed tomorrow"

Viktor's words stops both your and Jayce's train of thought, the disaster about to arrive making both of you loose focus. Jayce's more so than yours. "What?!" He exclaims, jumping up to his feet.

"Oh... I, yeah. I, meant to tell you..." Viktor stutters abashedly, looking towards you as well as if for further confirmation.

Jayce's heart races, his mind in catastrophe. All those sleepless nights, early mornings, his blood sweat and tears were spent on those research equipments, with countless findings and puzzle pieces for the next upcoming ones as well. They can't just destroy it!

"That research is everything! My...my whole life. Maybe if we showed them the equations they'd let us..." Desperation shines through Jayce's voice

"We need more than promises." Viktor says, with mild finality. "We need...proof."

"Besides, they don't care about the groundwork, the mechanisms- they're not scientists or researchers. What they need... Is the tangible product." You say, dejectedly, a memory grazing your mind about how your projects had gotten rejected more than once because of lack of "scope".

Viktor looks at you in a brief moment of understanding. You both saw eyes to eyes before Jayce interrupts.

"Not without the crystals. The enforcers took them all. They're gone." His throat constricts slightly, as if swallowing down an emotional heart stuck in his throat, threatening to make him cry, as he sinks back down to his seat. Poor thing. You're about to comfort him when suddenly,

"yeah, locked away in heimerdinger's lab" says the smart voice with keys jingling at the end, emerging from his pocket.

Oh, how had you managed to forget this part?

"No. No. No! You heard the council, if we're wrong..."

"Better be right then." A tiny mischevious smile with a glimmer in his eye. You feel a flutter in your stomach when for a brief moment, the gaze seemed to approach yours, as if to show you how tricky he can be.

"Why? Why would you risk this?!" Jayce implores, eyes narrowed in disbelief at the lankier man.

Oh boy, here goes.

"Do you think it was my life's ambition to be an assistant?!"

"Scientists seek discoveries- ways to make the world a better place!"

You felt shivers down your spine at the passion lacing his accentuated voice. Nothing more captivating than true focus in it.

"This hextech dream of yours...has the potential to do that..."

"Don't worry Jayce, we'll make your hextech dream a hextech- reality." You smile encouragingly.

Jayce rises from his seat, walking over to between you and Viktor, placing a hand on each of your shoulders, gripping it promisingly.

"Our hextech dream." He states, as your heart soars.

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"So far so good..." Viktor whispers crouched infront of the lock, of the door labelled "Prof. HEIMERDINGER", Jayce holding up the tiny light for him and you holding the notebook and crystal, behind them. Viktor and you had convinced Jayce to break into Heimerdinger's lab and take what's rightfully his. Viktor was about to turn the final lock when suddenly, a brighter light shines onto your faces. Jayce flinches, your eyes narrowed and Viktor hisses.

You stiffle an out of place chuckle.

You three lift your gazes to meet Mel Medarda's sharp, serious demeanour with a hint of playfulness about her.

"Hmm. Willing to risk exile for your endeavour. That's quite the conviction." She comments, her voice soft velvet, but the context making it dangerous. The golden ornaments around her commanding attention to her presence even in this dark hallway.

"The councillor! Uh- what a surprise to see you, huh?" Jayce fumbles, trying to sound as if this was a completely normal situation, as Viktor suddenly comes up with pearls of words making you want to facepalm and walk away.

"Wait a minute, this isn't my bedroom...! Heh... How could I have-..." He pretends to fiddle with the keys, looking at the lock as if it had betrayed him. Jayce and you exchange disappointed looks, and with a sigh, Jayce decides to take matters into his own hands as he straightens up.

"Please. We can prove that it works."

The beautiful voice snaps back with controlled derision. "Hmm. You couldn't do so earlier today, how is tonight any different?"

"We figured out how to stabilise it." Says Viktor, straightening up alongside you, flinching lightly when the light flashes at him.

"You're the professor's assistant."

"No, he's my new partner." Jayce corrects her, making you smile gently.

Her gaze floats over to you, fixing on you with grace. "And you? Never seen you before.."

"Uhm... I-" you stammer.

"She's my assistant! New addition, latest interview."

Jayce and you look at Viktor, mildly surprised. You feel your ears go slightly pink at Viktor's words.

"Um...yes! She's part of this project too!" Jayce saves the lie. Mel didn't seem to be in disbelief. She focuses her attention back on Jayce.

"Even if you manage to prove your theory, the Council would destroy it."

"Heimerdinger will recognise the potential." Viktor says confidently. Mel scoffs at that. "He already does, and it scares him. It scares them all."

"What about you?" You ask suddenly, remembering her interested expression back in the trail. Her smirk fades, considering the three of you before speaking in a voice which you believed to be reserved for the council.

"I recognise that any worthwhile venture involves risk."

Suddenly, all of you are alerted by a whistle sounding from just around the corner, seemingly from a guard of the academy. You sense Viktor and Jayce freezing, as Jayce quickly tries to save you all...

"Councilor, this technology, it's real. And no matter what happens here, it's going to change our world. We should be the ones to lead it. Piltover, the land of progress, equality, innovation! I know it sounds impossible, but when have we ever let that stop us?"

"Please...just give us a chance."

The tension in the air grows with Mel's momentary silence as Viktor and Jayce hold their breath, preying to everything internally. Meanwhile, you were just glad to be here. Mel finally speaks,

"One night, gentlemen and assistant. Impress me, or I'd suggest you pack your bags." The words ignited excitement within all three of you. Mel turns towards the corner, switching of her flashlight and distracts the guard expertly, like the dazzling charming Councillor she is.

Jayce flicks back on the light and grins to himself appreciatively, and Viktor opens the door.

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"Wow, this soldering iron heats up so well! And no residue at the tip! And look at that rheostat! The resistance is so precise at each point, holy-!" You squeal over the equipments in the middle of work the three of you are engaged in (your work field in electrical sciences back at home helping you immensely) as Jayce removes his goggles to look at you curiously.

Your suggestion of the crystal being stabilised enough to become destabilized by high energy supply later had Viktor saying that more power sources would be required for such a process. So you and Jayce were building metallic platforms and holders to conduct more power into the circuitry for the crystal, while Viktor fishes out the said crystal amoungst all the other things in heimerdinger's lab.

"Sorry, sorry... it's just, where I come from, the lab isn't maintained this well..." You giggle softly, still looking over the equipments. "Where are you from?" Jayce asks in turn, and you are so thankful for Viktor's interruption.

"Everything's intact, right?" He passes over the blue breathtakingly gorgeous crystals over to Jayce. "Yes." Jayce says and you move over to their side of the massive table where the setup is as you watch him put the orb on top of a small metallic platform you and him crafted right now. Immediately, you are left to marvel at how the energy is derived from the crystal, the wires linked to it sparking brilliantly. So there was indeed a force field self contained inside it.

"It's time to crank it." You've never seen Viktor look so giddy yet uncertain until now.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" Jayce questions, looking at the crystal which may or may not blow up everything, destroying all of you- to which his partner grimaces and shakes his head. This was the assistant Heimerdinger chose to handle all tech that was dangerously improving within the academy walls. Absolutely fabulous.

"You do realise that this thing can kill us, right?" You question, looking over to the skeletal man. "You do realise half of this idea is your own suggestion, right?" He questions back with a smirk. This man. This absolute unit of work.

Jayce switches on the circuitry, and the orb crackles, it's jagged edges emitting bright blue hues, painting all that is near in its colour of vibrancy. Viktor presses the button to increase the supply frequency from the main source. The metal arches clanks and spins angrily, the forcefield powerful enough to spin out shards from the table.

"I don't think it will hold! Look at the build up...!" Jayce worries.

"The resonance will stabilise it. Trust me!" Viktor reassures him, his eyes narrowed but never turning away from the contraption.

"If we manage to reach maximum amplitude... Shouldn't we be able to see the flux?" You ask, unsure.

"oh, I'll show you the flux!" Viktor grits his teeth behind sealed lips and increases the speed of the rotating metallic wanes. The three of you watch as the crystal behind to float in its own created power field, its small metallic platforms spreading around it like a lotus. You grin. "Huh... So it did."

You didn't miss Viktor's playful smirk directed at you as he leans over to Jayce "I told you it would work... All yours." He gives Jayce the room to inspect his creation. Jayce is lost for words as he inches closer to the miracle. "It's never done that before..." He looks at you and Viktor before hesitantly reaching over to the dial to crank it. "All right. Here we go."

The crystal rises up towards the small metallic arches, its forcefield reacting with the special structures attached halfway onto to the top, the frequency of energy input making it growl like an ill-contained beast with potential no one could dream of- beautiful intricate arcs being made in mid air as it soars within its confinement.

One could only contain a beast for so long.

It explodes- blinding you temporarily with a flash, the energy release so powerful it sends you tumbling down onto the cold hard floor as a beam of charge shatters from the small crystal to the window, dangerously radiant and blazing.

"DISENGAGE!" Viktor shouts, ducking down to the table as Jayce tries to reach the button, but he's too dazzled.

You stand up quickly, your otherworldly strength making it easier for you reach over and slam the button, resisting against the magical forcefield, but not before the glass shards from the broken window implodes and cuts through the air hazardously. The crystal, loosing its motive of lethal disturbance falls back down to the platform, plunging you all in darkness as inertia makes the three of you tumble backwards, you hitting the floor first because you were already crouching. Your elbows hit the floor as you try to get up, Viktor trips right on top of you.

"Incredible!" The golden eyed man says in bated breath.

Startled at the sudden intrusive contact, you lift your torso, only for your nose to bump against viktor's, his dark hair hanging over his forehead brushing against your forehead, right when Jayce softly turns on the circuit, bringing back the light, illuminating the tender sight of his face in front of your eyes. A moment passes. Then, Gasping, and flustered, Viktor gets up, stuttering apologies.

"umm...You two okay?" Jayce starts, an embarassed expression finding itself on his face, as he tries to ignore the both of you. "Yes! Definitely! Right! So it works!" Viktor immediately starts to talk, hoping to heavens his blush isn't as obvious as he felt it to be. "We just need the right frequency!" You join in, quickly getting up to your feet.

Without wasting any more time, you start to build up the frequency again, this time knowing more accurately what to do. Adjusting the metallic arches for maximum coach, while still allowing room for garbage discharges, and safety valve action Jayce runs the system again. Suddenly, you hear something from outside.

Footsteps. Multiple of them.

"Someone's coming!" You warn, turning to the men. Soon enough, someone tries to push open the door. Acting fast, Viktor pushes his cane in between the door handles but it seemed as though it wasn't enough, as the banging increases in strength. You immediately press your back against the doors, pushing it back, hoping your strength acts up. Viktor turns to Jayce, his voice filled with controlled urgency.

"They're almost through! No pressure..." He tries to be calm. "That sounds like pressure!" Jayce yells incredulously.

Your breath quickens, feeling the door hit against your back everytime the big tremors of kicks and punches rocks the other side. Viktor's attention darts back and forth between you and Jayce frantically. Suddenly, you hear a voice. From your wrist.

"Power 100%. Thank you for the recharge."

Your head turns to look at your wrist. The Chronoporter works! With a delighted grin, you bring your wrist closer to your face so you could see the dial light up and the mechanical voice chime from within quietly to you.

"Chronoporter! You're back!" It felt like greeting an old friend.

"I detect high levels of electrical oscillatory frequencies nearby. Please unplug me..." The Chronoporter says.

"You weren't even connected! The charge was so powerful it enhances everything!" You say giddily. "How?! Nothing can be that powerful that the mere vicinity charged me! " The mechanical voice mimicks human enthusiasm at wonders.

"Y/N who are you talking to? Don't let them know we're inside!" Viktor whisper-shouts to you.

"Oh sorry sorry!" You wince, and say softly to the Chronoporter. "Be quiet now, I'll talk to you later." The Chronoporter engages mute in its system. "Good watch." You sigh, feeling the kicks behind you again, this time more powerful- the seams of the huge door rattling violently. A kick to the middle, however, hits your spine, making you fall forward. Viktor comes to your aid, pulling you up.

"Are you okay?" His worried voice makes you smile as his eyes roam to your spine for any cuts of bruises. "Yes..." You hold onto his arm as you get up, his bad leg trembling lightly from supporting you, but his attention is stretched to the crystal which floated amoung the symbols, spinning and destabilizing amoung the strange symbols floating around and over it, as the man who believed in their potential closes his eyes, envisioning all that magic had to offer to his life.

For progress.

The crystal's glow intensifies, surrounding air crackling with magic as blue filaments sparkles around and zipped through its force fields like tiny blue commets, the rumbling emanating from the core suddenly evolving into a thunderous crack unleashing a torrent of energy, a plethora of symbols buzzing past the shimmering light, the mesmerising dance of energy through the labyrinthe of wires meticulously constructed by you three as the floor seemed to fall beneath your feet...

The enforcers break down the door, Heimerdinger stepping in with them...

The air stilled in reverent awe at the breathtaking marvel before their eyes.

Suspended in radiance of azure, Jayce, you and Viktor drifted in the air, as if in space, surrounded by shimmering stardust like particles. The patterns of magnetic field in the ceiling as you floated close enough to touch it. The exhilarating ecstacy finding home in your faces was delightful as the fields of the crystal seemed to cradle you lovingly. Jayce was chuckling happily, with shaky breaths as Viktor gazed around, both his legs working to push him forward in the air.

Your {eye colour} eyes meets the golden ones, a shy intertwining of gazes of two souls floating in pure arcane magic, an exchange of delight, a tale as old as time. Your heart soars as you look the man who seemed like an angel with a halo over his head, his cheeks covering softly in a blush. Due to joy or the adrenaline rush, you didn't know. Other voices and noises in the room seemed to blue around you, only registering that you two weren't the only ones here when Heimerdinger says,

"Will you please stop hovering?"

You chuckle as Viktor winces. "I'm not sure how to do that, sir!"

"This is not what Piltover's future looks like, my dear boys....and....girl..." Heimerdinger says, his gaze directed upwards at the three of you.

"That's for the council to decide." The rich velvet voice sounds through the door, as Mel walks in, the scene framed perfectly for her to admire.

"Perhaps it's time. For the era of Magic."

"Uh, Hextech. For the era of Hextech." Jayce corrects her happily, hovering upside down.

Era of Hextech indeed.

You thought in as much relief as jubilation- everything was going according to plan.

Innocently enough, you were in such thrill to not remember what the eye of zaun had achieved in the depths of the undercity, with the same crystal, and a little girl who handled it. Neither were you aware of the eye which watched from the shadows, sent for you.

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Valar Morgulis - Caitvi Westeros AU

Caitlyn couldn’t handle it anymore. “Stay here.” She ordered her handmaidens and she marched out of the great hall. ‘Betrothed to a northerner. How dare she sell me short! I belong to someone of equal plains.’ Even High Garden…a westerling… the Lannisters. Wardens of the west. But to marry someone from the north meant… the lady Cassandra of House Kiramman is offering her armies to them. To stand against King’s Landing and the Targaryen hold.

…but,

An arranged marriage? Had her mother gone mad like the Targaryen King? She would’ve been queen regent of Piltover “The Plains of Westeros” had Aegon the Conqueror not united Westeros. Why can’t Caitlyn choose for herself? In this maddening world where women hardly have a voice of their own. Caitlyn was fortunate to be born from a matrilineal crown. And yet, her family name remains noble (as still stripped of its ancestral royalty).

Her tears chilled on her face when she forcibly pushed the doors open and she stepped outside. Caitlyn nearly ran towards the edge of the wall. Looked out at her castle and untouched lands… before letting out the most blood curdling scream.

“Arrrrrrrgh!” She gripped the battlement wall… tempted. And allowed herself to cry. She was standing next to a wooden crate and quickly stepped onto it. Feeling the stronger winds from being this high up strike her face from the gaps. The walls that kept dragons away, but not the northmen. 

Caitlyn closed her eyes and leaned forward.

“High wall.”

Caitlyn flinched from the stranger’s voice—gripping the brick A woman. Off the side, leaning against the same wall as though she owned this very castle. “Who are you?!” she demanded.

The woman shrugged, wearing an easy smile. She wore commoner-like clothing. A rugged leather garment over a simple cotton tunic. Rugged pants and rider’s boots that looked too worn to be crafted for this woman. A hand-me-down wardrobe? Short cropped hair, with a hack job was swept to the side. But Caitlyn could still see her face. It was young, yet appearing withered from the weather. Northerner. Her eyes matched the winter born on a stormy day. Paralyzing Caitlyn in her place.

“Who are you?” asked the princess, in a much quieter tone. Heir to the golden keys of Braavos, first councilors to the Andals,  and yet she felt as though she should answer to this stranger.

The woman smirked and looked over the wall. She whistled at the great heights. “High wall with an even higher fall if your body makes it past the dragon’s glass ledge.” She held out her hand for the princess to take. “How about you come down from there, and I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.”

Caitlyn balked. “I wasn’t going to jump.” 

“Then step down.” the stranger’s expression was careful. 

“Are you making demands of me?” Caitlyn simply didn’t like the way this stranger was watching her. “Do you know who I am?”

The stranger risked a step closer. “Right now, all I see is an emotional girl standing close to the edge of a 50 meter wall. Higher, if the cliffs count.” She kept her hand out for Caitlyn to grab onto. “I’ve seen men jump from higher for lesser sins. Whatever you’ve done… it’s not worth it. Now, Your Grace, if you will.”

“I’m not a queen.” Caitlyn’s jaw clenched as she glared at the stranger. “We don’t have sovereignty in these lands.” Not until after I marry.

The woman said nothing. And kept her hand outstretched in silence. Caitlyn sighed loudly and accepted the hand. Noting the warmth underneath the roughness. Once on even ground the woman appeared to relax greatly. “Who are you? And how did you get up here? Worthless queensguard. How did you get past them? Are you with Stark bannermen? Does the warden know his commoners sneak off where they’re not wanted?”

“You have a lot of questions, don’t you?” 

Caitlyn wanted to smack off the woman’s smirk. “Who are—” she froze when the woman did a proper bow. 

The stranger’s demeanor immediately shifted into an adopted arrogance. But she made it look… appealing. Handsome. Well practiced, yet well-hidden. She grabbed Caitlyn’s dominant hand and kissed the air above her knuckles. Smiling as though she held the secret to all of Westeros.

“I’m your betrothed, princess.” She straightened, still holding Caitlyn’s hand. “My name is Vi Stark, legitimized in the Light of the Seven, acting warden of the north, and your future wife.”

Caitlyn slowly pulled her hand away and held it against her chest. Seeing a ghost in the eyes of the Northerner, the princess felt… her faith was restored.

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☾ *  ── 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄'𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 .

rules: list the things your muse carries in their pockets or bags in their everyday life. (optional: explain their significance.) repost, don’t reblog.

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── Caitlyn's most noticeable and known item that is typically always on her person is her rifle, gifted to her by Grayson when she was hitting her teenage years. The Rifle is specialized and one of a kind, able to fold in half for easier carry as well as extending the rifle barrel forward. Caitlyn named the rifle Oathkeeper, as a promise to Grayson that she would always use the rifle to protect people. In later years, Caitlyn gets the rifle a few upgrades, including having Hextech invested in the weapon to allow for greater distance and power behind her shots, but also it allows her to use concussive shots as well as electric bullets for paralyzing takedowns. At the front is a grenade launcher, which allows her to fight electric nets or smoke bombs. She has Jinx to thank for her adaptive process as she learned she could not depend solely on bullets alone but needed to become more unpredictable with her weaponry.

── Her Pistol had been a gift from her parents, sketched with foxes upon it as their connection to Ionia and its roots. Foxes have many meanings but to the Kiramman they are spirits of the dead, keepers of life, and know to bring good omens to those who respect them. Caitlyn didn't wear her pistol all the time until the events in the undercity and her charged struggle with Jinx. Now, she always has her pistol on her hip and she is never without it. While she may or may not have her rifle on her, her pistol is ALWAYS on her side. Unfortunately, she has learned that Piltover is not as safe as it claims to be, so she refuses to ever leave her house without her pistol, which she has called Fox Song.

── Caitlyn's two blades were crafted by Jayce as a favor. She wanted a pair of weapons that were not enforcer-issued and would be slightly smaller and easier to carry. They fit into her boots, with a sheath that fits on the inside of the boot rather than the outside (she can interchange the sheath to any boot wear she wears or on a belt). These two blades are called Frostbite and Moon's Edge. The iron and steel are imported from Frejlord, known to have the strongest metal ore around. Caitlyn learned hand-to-hand combat from being at the Enforcer's Academy, so while she is far more skilled with her rifle and pistol, she can handle hand-to-hand combat and knows how to use her knives in case she needs to in a means to protect herself. These are always on her person as well, she never leaves the house without them.

── Caitlyn got her spinner rings when she was eighteen, as it helps with her stims and anxiety whenever they pop up. She typically wears them on her left or right thumb or pointer finger (she has several in her room, due to different sizes and environments) but she never fails to have one on her hand. They allow her fingers a distraction to twist and spin the center component that allows her to focus better and keeps her hands busy.

── Caitlyn has a ton of journals! In her room, there is a small dresser that is specifically for her journals. She started to write in them when she was twelve, finding it helped ease her mind to have everything on paper (think of it like a box, and her box was overflowing due to having an eidetic memory and being unable to "forget" details). She always has spare ones on hand, so that if one gets full she just grabs a new one. Each journal is leather bound and has a pen with it. She will never go without a journal, because while she has an eidetic memory, she finds it a lot easier to organize her thoughts and memories into a journal to see them visually (though she can visually map out everything in her head as well).

── Caitlyn's fluorite necklace was given to her by Jayce on her twelve birthday. Jayce and Caitlyn both have a love for rocks and gemstones, so when he found one of purple and blue, he immediately thought of Caitlyn and got it placed on a silver chain and gifted to her. She often wears the necklace daily and only takes it off if she is going to a fancy occasion (and the necklace doesn't fit the outfit she is wearing) or if she needs to remove it. Most of the time, though, she always has it around her neck. She likes to twist it between her fingers, another object she use to deal with her fidgety hands.

[ferinehuntressmoved]

MORNING EVERYONE!

So I kicked off the ball rolling, I have been doing a massive rehaul of Caitlyn's headcanons. Due to personal situations (I will not go into any more detail then that) I am revamping and changing a lot of things, which I have accomplished in the last 3 days! One of the most major noted changes: Caitlyn is now a Snow Leopard Vastaya/human mix. Any information or influences of birds have been removed from her bloodline. I might talk about the history of the tribe that Cassandra/Caitlyn come from, we'll see. But as of now, that is what she is. This includes the grafting headcanon, which is now fur pelts on her shoulders and some vastaya traits she has (sharper canine teeth, claws, paw pads, etc...). She is still obviously notable human, but just with some touches.

Second, I have rehauled my rules. I haven't mentioned it, but I did do a entire rewrite on my rules, including adding certain things within it that I believe are vital importance to this blog. They are not long, there is only... 6 sections, however, they are very important to understand I think.

I would be entirely grateful if you all went and reread the rules and let me know if you have any questions.

I also implemented my Piltovan Lore!! This lore effects Caitlyn Kiramman, Mel Medarda, and Vi as they are all my characters. But I will not bend anymore in the idea that I have to remove my headcanons. If you don't like a specific headcanons that is fine, we will not engage or touch it, but i will not erase my Piltovan Lore because it is important to my characterization of my characters. Piltover I see is as corrupt as Zaun. Both have corruption within their walls, Zaun has a darker connotation in your face where Piltover paints it in White hidden behind things. My worldbuilding of Piltover is meant to show more of how they are extremely rule based with Zaun is more chaotic based (yet there is still an underlying organization. think Chaotic Organization, such as the gangs, etc... its just more free flowing and changing then Piltover). Piltover IS NOT EVIL! THE EVERYDAY PEOPLE ARE NOT ALL EVIL! But Piltover has corruption, just like anywhere else in the real world, and has things that are not pretty. But they have good things too.

Please do not disrespect my lore, I am doing my best to shape Piltover in a way that yes, can be ugly and has some VERY terrible things (such as indentured servitude) but they are not blanket evil (such as putting children into indentured servitude) and sometimes things the Piltover government does, is an extreme, BUT THIS IS THE GOVERNMENT, NOT THE PEOPLE. (example, hunting down 4 children to make them pay, when even Grayson looked abhorred and shocked by this action). This doesn't mean everyone agrees.

I am sure there are other things, but as of right now, this is all I got.

[wizardofgoodfortune]

about me

tagged by @mathomhouse-e @wordsinhaled @immacaria. thank you <3

nickname: alex. if youve ever felt shy about using my name or referring to me by my name, dont be. i much prefer it, tho wizard is fine too <3

sign: aquarius sun and uhhhh *looks at notes* virgo moon and capricorn rising. @ghostboyjules told me that was a good thing bc they "keep my aqua sun grounded"

height: 5'1" when the nurse is feeling generous

last thing i googled: "everything everywhere all at once" just bc i needed to be sure that was the title and not "everywhere everything all at once" LMFAO

song stuck in my head: the promise by when in rome. ive put it in my 1989 dreamling playlist a while back and it hasn't left my head since

amount of sleep: last night was 7 hrs only, but usually its 8+ if i can

dream job: writing for a video game like dragon age

wearing: oversized uni shirt. to be clear i did not go to this particular uni, just got it as a gift somehow ? i forgor 💀

movies/books that summarize me: none bc i contain multitudes wtf 🤨 and because of that i should probably say everything everywhere all at once LOL

favorite song: it changes by the day. buuuut right now i'd say it's bizarre love triangle by new world order (another entry in the 1989 playlist)

aesthetic: give me that whimsigoth shit BUT in pastel pink. oh yeah thats my jam

favorite authors: hmmm. off the top of my head, pseudonymous bosch from my childhood, then rainbow rowell, and most recently neil gaiman! do poets count? e.e. cummings.

random fun fact: i fucking love video games and have been pretty much in the trenches with "gamers" (please do not use this term to describe me i will perish on the spot) the past few years i've been off tumblr so if you catch me saying smth like "pog" know that i'm saying it unironically. sorry. i have like. 1400+ hrs on overwatch. so thats not counting all the other games ive played. i always (sadly) joke with my friends that if i actually spent all that time learning a new language i would be fluent by now. but its ok i mostly spent it with friends so ive made my peace with it!

with all that said... tagging: @ghostboyjules @rooftopwreck @caitlyn-kirammans @milkydonut @teejaystumbles @xx-vergil-xx @thefuzzhead @rainy-days-and-nights @msmongoose @honeyteacakes @transedwizard and whoever else wants to do it!

[summonedglory]

@arcanescion & Camille

In the end, power was a delicate balancing act, and Piltover was faltering. There were many factors at play in the city’s current state—all of which led, one way or another, back to Zaun. If someone were to pull on any of these threads long enough, they would likely only find war, ruin, and a power vacuum so immense it could take decades (centuries) to fill. And where did that leave Clan Ferros? Out-of-business, unable to play on Piltover and Zaun’s differences in a financially beneficial way, adrift in a context that would surely lead to their demise. For all the love she had for her grand-niece, Camille did not believe she would have the ruthlessness and business acumen necessary to survive in a lawless place. Most people wouldn’t. This left Camille to make sure all the loose threads remained in their rightful place, at least for the time being (at least until it became beneficial for her to pull). 

Caitlyn Kiramman was one such loose threads, and Camille knew the detective was aware of that—of how what she had seen and what she had tried to do could change the established order. Perhaps her being a detective now was a small victory, Caitlyn abandoning any claim to power to focus on more grassroot endeavours, more easily monitored and not as drastically devastating, should they succeed. Still, who knew how far Caitlyn’s ambitions truly reached? 

Camille should know, and she intended to figure out as such. As a member of one of the great mercantile families in Piltover, it was surprisingly easy to score an invitation to the Kiramman’s residence. It sent an appropriate message, too—There were no places Caitlyn could be where Camille would not be able to keep watch.

She has carefully sat down, one arm resting on her mechanical hips, a careful reminder that misuse of hex crystals had gotten Piltover in this thorny situation. Her other hand held a cup of tea, its delicate patterns in contrast with Camille’s elegant but deadly appearance. “Miss Kiramman, what a pleasure to see you here. It seems your mother is occupied elsewhere, but I’m sure you wouldn’t mind joining me for tea.” A pause. “How is business going?”

[ao3feed-piltovers-finest]

Dear Caitlyn Kiramman

by CashewNut_Cam

Finding love in university feels impossible in its own right. But what happens when you add an ex-child star with an attitude problem into the mix?

Enter Caitlyn Kiramman, who is everything Vi is not - privileged, popular, and utterly disinterested in academics. What’s the saying? “Don’t meet your idols?” Well, in Vi’s case, that’s nothing short of true. Caitlyn is not the same person Vi had fallen in love with while watching her on prime-time TV.

And now? Well, now Vi can’t stand her.

Words: 4435, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021), League of Legends

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Vi (League of Legends), Caitlyn (League of Legends), Jinx (League of Legends), Luxanna "Lux" Crownguard, Viktor (League of Legends), Jayce (League of Legends), Mel Medarda, Mylo (Arcane: League of Legends), Claggor (Arcane: League of Legends), Ekko (League of Legends)

Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)

Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - College/University, Class Differences, Caitlyn's a player, Vi is just super over it, Ex-child star Caitlyn, Good girl Vi

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

[gaevaer]

@valiantthearts said: "deep breath, i have you"

Caitlyn's eyes fluttered open, her head throbbing, the metallic taste of blood sharp on her tongue. She blinked through the haze, vision swimming. Slowly her eyes focused in on Vi's figure tied to a broken chair. That's right. They were just abducted by Jinx. Panic filled her eyes for a second as she looked around, seeing no sight of the psychopath anywhere near. After confirming they were alone now, Caitlyn dragged herself across the floor, ignoring the dull ache in her limbs, and set to untying the knots that held Vi captive. She could hear the distant echo of a blast, felt the rumble underneath her, like the growl of something monstrous, something bigger than all of them. And then, suddenly, it hit her — the lights, the boom, the deafening sound… a rocket. Jinx's rocket. It had to be. That moment lasted forever, seeing blue flash into the room through broken windows and fill it with light.

As the last rope fell free, Caitlyn looked at Vi, barely managing to rasp out a weak plea. ❝ Help me up,❞ she whispered, though the words felt like they were cutting up her throat like knives. Her mind screamed with one thought only: where was that bullet aimed? It had to be at Piltover. There was no other reasonable answer. The young Kiramman struggled to her feet with Vi's help, every muscle protesting as she leaned heavily on her partner. Together, they limped toward what remained of a nearby balcony, the floor unstable beneath their feet while they moved through shattered glass and crumbling walls. The noise outside was disturbing, a constant hum of something violent tearing through the night air.

As they reached the edge, Caitlyn looked up at the sky, her heart dropping all the way to her feet as she took in the bright blue light streaking across the night sky. Jinx's rocket flew over Zaun, heading on a path of sure destruction, cutting through the darkness and smoke. Its path was precise, intentional. An excellent shot. Her breath hitched as her eyes followed its trajectory, her mind racing ahead to where it was headed and then she realized… — the council tower.

Her stomach twisted with sudden, sickening realization. The tower where Piltover's councilors would be meeting at that very moment. Where her mother would be.

Caitlyn's throat felt tight, her voice coming out raw as she turned to Vi, desperation in her gaze. ❝ We're going there, Vi.❞ She gripped Vi's shoulder with trembling hands, her own panic bleeding through her steady exterior. ❝ We 're not going home. We're going there. To the council tower.❞

For a split second, her eyes met Vi's and she did notice concern painted all over her face, a question hovering in her eyes. But there was no time to explain, no time to even think. Caitlyn couldn't afford to lose even a second. Her mind was already far ahead, at the tower, bracing herself for whatever they would find there. She dismissed Vi's questioning gaze instead, rushing her and taking steps unsure forward to urge her partner to move.

Together, leaning heavily on each other, Caitlyn and Vi stumbled through the shattered remains of the building they were taken to, bearing the dangers of Zaun, and heading back toward Piltover. As they neared the council tower, now twisted into a nightmarish silhouette against the night sky, Caitlyn's heart sank . Smoke and dust filled the air in a suffocating cloud, the walls of the once grand structure now crumbled and broken, fire licking up through the rubble. Enforcers crowded the perimeter, pushing back onlookers, calling for medics , but Caitlyn shoved rising way past them, her voice over the noise. ❝ Move! ❞ she shouted, eyes holding nothing but deperate determination as she forced herself and Vi forward. ❝ Let me through!❞

They didn't dare stop her. She pushed onward, not caring who stood in her way, not caring for the chaos or the flames. All she could see was the rubble, and all she could think was, she has to be there. They stumbled over fallen beams and uneven rocks, until her eyes caught the glint of broken glass, the shattered remains of what had been the tower's window just minutes ago. And there they were… — the bodies. Jayce and Mel standing over the mess, shaken and afraid, the fallen form of Bolbok, his once powerful frame reduced to stillness. Then her eyes fell on a figure that urged her to go farther ahead, a familiar silhouette in the dim light.

Cassandra Kiramman.

Caitlyn's world stopped . She felt a scream building in her throat, raw and unstoppable, but no sound came out at first. Her mother lay there, still and pale against the rubble, her clothes torn, her hair dusted with ash. Caitlyn's heart pounded like never before, disbelief clawing at her as she tore herself from Vi's grasp, screaming at her to let go , and stumbled on her hands and knees toward the lifeless form. She reached out, hands trembling as she touched her mother's arm, her hand, waiting for a pulse, a sign — anything that would tell her she was wrong , that her mother was still alive .

❝ Mom...❞ The word slipped from her lips as a whisper, then louder, more desperate. ❝ Mom, wake up! ❞ she begged, her voice trembling, breaking away. She pulled Cassandra's body into her arms, cradling her mother's head against her chest, as if holding her tighter could somehow bring her back. ❝ Please... please, Mom, talk to me. Open your eyes. Just — just say something. Mom ! ❞ She could feel the warmth of her own tears running down her face, falling onto her mother's cheek, but Cassandra remained cold and motionless. There was no bringing her back .

❝ No… no, this can't—❞ Caitlyn's voice broke as she rocked back and forth, clutching her mother's body as if to keep the world from taking her away. Caitlyn was barely aware of Vi's presence behind her, didn't hear she calling her name. All she knew was the silence of her mother, so heavy it filled her with grief. She cried out, a scream rippling through her chest, pulling the stiff body of Cassandra even closer, sobbing into her hair, choking on her own breath. ❝ No, please, no… not like this. Mom, please!❞

When Vi's hands rested gently on her shoulders, Caitlyn thrashed, trying to pull away, to keep herself and her mother safe together, wrapped in their final, impossible embrace. ❝ No !❞ she cried, her voice rising to a scream. ❝ Don 't take her away from me! Mom !❞ She couldn't feel anything but the crushing pain, the shattering reality that her mother was gone. ❝ Mom, wake up… please, just open your eyes… don't leave me. Don't leave me…❞

Eventually, Vi's arms wrapped around her, pulling her close as she could feel another set of hands peel her mother's body away from her arms forcefully, but gently. Caitlyn collapsed into her partner, her body shaking with the force of her sobs as she held onto Vi, her strength spent.

❝ Deep breaths, I have you.❞ She heard Vi call out to her, and Caitlyn buried her face in her chest, crying out for her mother in a broken mantra. Even as enforcers carefully placed Cassandra's body on a stretcher to move away, Caitlyn tried to reach out again, to bring her back, to hold onto her lost family member. But Vi held her firm, pressing her closer, trying to shield her from the pain of loss.

❝ No... don't... please don't take her...❞ Caitlyn's voice trailed off into a shuddering whisper as Vi held her tighter, murmuring words she couldn't hear, couldn't understand, as she clung to the wreckage of her world, shattered beyond repair.

❝ I'm sorry mom...I'm sorry...❞