#caitlyn kiramman x sick reader

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Something To Protect

|| Caitlyn Kiramman x fem!reader

|| Warnings; short drabble, sick reader, mention of hospital, overly cautious caitlyn, reader doesn't like hospitals, brief hints at sex between the lines, mentions of throw up

|| Summary; when reader's sick one morning, it becomes Caitlyn's turn to take care of her. Instead of the other way around.

Requests closed!

Started; December 25th

Finished; Decmeber 26th

HurtCember2024; Day 23, Bed-Bound

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"You are not to get out of bed," any other day of the week, that British voice would have been music to your ears. Today, it was the cause of your woes. You'd woken up sick. The perfect way to start a day, isn't it? Not. Especially with your overly cautious girlfriend hovering over you. Her eyes hardly leaving you for even a moment. If you didn't love her as much as you did, you might have seen it as insufferable.

"Cait-" you'd started to say, only for her to raise her hand in a silencing gesture. Eyes narrowed.

"No, absolutely not. Whatever you are about to say, save it. This is not a debate," normally Caitlyn wasn't one to be firm with you. But that soft side went out the window whenever your health got involved. To her, you were something to protect. So alas, she had you bed-bound. And not the fun kind...

"Seriously-? But-" she cut you off again with a hard glare. Yeah, this was not one you were getting out of. Damn it.

"I already called in to your work and got the next few days off for you. Most recoveries only take a couple of days, hopefully yours is the same. If it is not, we may need to consider taking you to the-" this time it was your turn to cut her off.

"You better not say hospital."

"Hospital," she finished with a smirk. Knowing full well that you were not a fan of them. You groaned and turned over onto your back away from her," oh stop pouting. You're not five."

Caitlyn sat herself on the edge of the bed. Her hand reaching over to feel your forehead, you'd gotten warmer since the last time she checked you. At least you hadn't thrown up any time recently... Caitlyn knew she would have to keep an eye on you. Normally it was you taking care of her, now she had the chance to do the same for you. She knew you were strong, but even the strongest needed someone to lean on. Who better than her? Caitlyn just hoped you'd agree with that.

[soft-beams]

caitlyn kiramman x reader, future!caitvi x reader

could be established!caitlyn x reader as well.

caitlyn returns home to you from the undercity.

it's been over a day last you last heard from caitlyn. which is odd because you and caitlyn talk all the time. about your day and how it's going; about the little things in life that don't have to be shared but need to be when it's the two of you.

her mother is worried, asks if you've seen or heard from caitlyn. asks if she's with you because if caitlyn's not at home or work, she's always with you.

your heart squeezes in your chest when you tell cassandra that caitlyn isn't here. you can feel her anxiety through the phone. and if she's anxious, you can't imagine the mess her husband is in.

you know, logically, that caitlyn is fine. she's always been tough—has never failed in managing herself. she's the strongest person you know. lithe and sharp, precise and dangerous. she's never gone down without a fight, and you know this isn't the case now.

but you can't help but fear that maybe, maybe she isn't so lucky this time. that she wandered into a fight that she couldn't handle, and now she's dead in an alley somewhere and—

there's a quiet tapping at your bedroom window, and it snaps you out of your spiral. you don't go to it immediately, erring on the side of caution as you've been trained to do. the tapping sounds out again, but this time, it's louder and more forceful. brows furrowed, you reach for your pistol, which you conveniently keep by your side at all times, and slowly make your way towards the window.

you hear someone picking the lock, just as you unlatch the pistol's safety and take aim. you watch as the window opens and are about to make yourself (and your pistol) known when you see her.

caitlyn.

who's staring back at you, wide-eyed, along with a pink-haired woman who's mirroring caitlyn's look of shock.

you all stare at each other for a moment before you put the safety back on your gun and loudly say, "what the fuck?"

that's all it takes to have caitlyn snorting, a tiny smile curving her lips, as she replies, "nice to see you too."

"shut the fuck up," you hiss angrily but you're hurrying towards her so you can take her into your arms. you feel how she instantly relaxes into your embrace, hiding her face in your hair as all her muscles untense. "where have you been? your parents have been worried sick and were about to send a search party out for you."

caitlyn pulls back a little so she can smile down at you. "just my parents were worried?" she teases, and you look at her, unimpressed. then you look to the woman who had been holding caitlyn up and say, "and i'm assuming you saved her ass from whatever trouble she got herself in?"

the woman blinks before letting out a laugh, amused. "you could say so," she replies. "does she always get herself into situations she shouldn't be in?"

"yes," you say before you notice the wound on caitlyn's thigh and sigh. "yes, she does." you slip around to caitlyn's other side so now both you and the woman are holding her up. "thank you for bringing her back in one piece,...?"

"vi," the woman responds, smiling. "the name's vi and it's no problem. cupcake wouldn't have survived if it weren't for me."

you snort, smiling up at a visibly displeased caitlyn. "cupcake?" you taunt and yelp when caitlyn purposefully leans all her weight onto you.

"shut up," she grumbles, cheeks tinged a light pink, and you share a cheeky look with vi.

"sure thing, cupcake." you chirp happily.

[gothsoyl]

┊┊┊⁺ ⁺ DECEMBER CHALLENGE

"One drop" caitlyn kiramman x vampire!reader word count: 1,2k summary: you're a vampire and you're struggling with your hunger. you try to suppress it, but it doesn't work out so your girlfriend, caitlyn, is having an idea.

You've been starving for days and your mind was burning from how much you needed blood. You could literally feel your body changing under the onslaught of hunger: your veins become larger, your cheeks sunken, and your eyes filled with something red – the very blood that you missed so much. 

But you didn't want to feed on people like vampires did – the last time ended too sadly and you just ran away in fear, leaving the bloodless body of some young girl lying in an alley.

Tears were streaming down your cheeks, and you were shaking with simultaneous self-loathing and a sense of pleasure that was spreading through your veins. You didn't see yourself as a human being at that moment – just a monster that took lives. 

You were disgusted with yourself and you still couldn't calm down – you didn't even go home to spend the night, where Caitlyn was waiting for you. You knew it was stupid, but you couldn't look her in the eye, knowing what you'd done. You didn't want to lie, you didn't want to hide what happened.

And Caitlin wouldn't stay if she found out what you did to the poor girl.

And you couldn’t blame her, right?

But now the situation has changed – you were in physical pain and your body required blood. Every person you passed by stopped being human to you – just a walking jar of blood that smelled so appetizing... you were sick and your mouth was filled with saliva from the very thought of how your fangs would enter their neck and…

No! Enough!

You shake your head, trying to get rid of obsessive thoughts, but they only get louder. 

You don't remember how you ended up near her house, but your legs are carrying you closer. You don't want to go – Caitlyn will be there, angry and disappointed. You haven't been home for a few days, of course she was worried, but that's not the most important thing.

You're afraid of losing it. You're afraid you won't be able to resist hurting her. You know that once her scent reaches you, no feelings will hold you back. But you can't turn around and go back – something is pulling you home.

Tears welled up in your eyes, but you still slowly climb up the building right onto your balcony. The bright light from the window immediately makes you squint and bite your lower lip – you see her and your heart sinks into your heels.

You have to leave. Right now! Why can’t you just leave?!

You take another step, your legs are shaking, but you try not to pay attention to it. You want to unlock the balcony door as quietly as possible, but your hand slips off and a nasty clacking sound is heard throughout the room, making Caitlyn jump out of bed.

“You!..” you literally feel with your whole body how angry she is and how she wants to vent all her resentment at you, but she stops talking before she even starts. Her eyes widen in shock when she notices how terrible you look – those black circles under your eyes, emaciated appearance and shaky legs that barely hold you up. 

Caitlyn hesitates at first, but quickly runs up to you, trying to grab you so that you don't fall off mentally. You're just trying to push her away, but you don't even have the strength to do so.

“What happened to you? Where have you been?!” she speaks through her teeth, but you can feel her fear and nervousness. She places her hands on your face, trying to look at you, “where have you been? Answer me now!”

“I'm fine,” your voice is hoarse and quiet. You cough and look away, trying not to think about how nice her skin smells. You can literally hear her heart beating and the blood flowing through her veins. You swallow loudly and barely whisper, “I'm very hungry...”

Caitlyn freezes for a moment, just looking at you, as if trying to figure out what you even said. You're already ready for her to kick you out, that she'll say that you look more like a monster than her girlfriend, but she doesn't say anything. 

You're already praying for her to say at least a word.…

“Drink my blood.”

Your eyes widen in surprise and horror. You can't believe that she would suggest such a thing to you. And you’re disgusted with the thought of drinking her blood yet…

You immediately try to pull away from her, shove her in the chest and a whine comes from your lips. 

“Don't... go away, Caitlyn...”

You shouldn't have come here... you knew it was a bad idea.

Caitlyn holds you tightly and tries to hold you closer, you feel the tears begin to sting the skin of your cheeks, but you can't help yourself.

“Don't...” you hardly believe yourself when your eyes fall on her neck and you freeze, you can't take your eyes off. 

“Yeah, I'd rather watch my girlfriend slowly die,” she snaps, but you don't hear a shadow of anger in her words – only worry and uncertainty. You swallow and feel your fangs start to hurt unpleasantly, and your body is drawn to her, “drink.”

You try to close your eyes, but even so you can hear the blood in her body… so loud. You can already imagine this metallic taste on your tongue…

In the end, Caitlyn grabs you by the back of your neck and pulls you towards her, and all your self-control disappears in an instant.

With a low growl, you dig into her neck, biting through an artery, and your fangs easily enter her delicate skin. Caitlyn screams, but immediately bites her tongue, trying not to make any noise while you drink greedily.

You wrap your arm around her waist, your cold body pressed against hers. You close your jaw with even more force, and with your free hand you slide under her shirt, your claws scratching her soft stomach.

You need more. Your whole being screams that you have to dry her to the end, but a voice, somewhere deep in your mind, screams that you need to stop.

You close your eyes tightly and stop only when you feel her body begin to go limp in your arms.

“Hush... shh,” you whisper to her so softly that you're not sure if you said it out loud or if it's some noisy thoughts. You gently stroke her back, burying your face in her neck and gently licking the remnants of blood from her wound, trying to somehow smooth out the pain that you caused her, “I'm sorry... everything will be fine.”

You feel a lump of shame in your throat, but your body relaxes slightly when she puts her hand on your head, running her long fingers through your hair. She's whispering something to you, trying to calm you down, but you can barely make out her words. Her heart is still pounding in your ears.

“Look at me,” you blink a couple of times at her surprisingly firm words, and slowly pull away from her neck. You meet her gaze, noticing how tired she looks.

“I'm sorry...” you say again in a barely audible voice, but Caitlyn only smiles faintly, touching your cheek and tracing a contour with her finger from your cheekbone to your chin, along which her blood is still flowing.

“It's okay,” she nods and pulls you closer, gently kissing your bloody lips.

[jinxed-newyork]

SMOKE & FOG

0.2 The Last Drop

pairing: jinx x reader (romantic), reader x Isha (siblings), reader x Sevika (platonic) 

synopsis: Your injury has led you to the one person you swore you could never trust again. A traitor who has never brought you any good and only harm decides to patch you up but with any good deed comes a price. The only question is will this lead to your sister or just more terror? 

word count: 4.8k

warnings: unreliable narrator (reader), morally gray actions from narrator (reader), villainous activity, murder, oppression, mistreatment, blood & gore, hurt/comfort, drugs & drug use, PTSD, canon violence, suggestive themes, angst, (arcane season 2) spoilers, cursing, fighting, mental illnesses, degrading language towards characters and about characters, indirect Maddie Nolan slander, Caitlyn Kiramman slander 

A/N ; most underlined things have a song that go with them that I highly reccommend you listen to , to get the feel/vibe of what's happening ! the same thing applies for the first chapter but I forgot to tell you . also you guys should send me requests for other things you wanna see me write about while you're waiting on a new chapter.

My legs could only carry me so far, my stomach felt like my insides were seconds away from spilling out. The blood dribbling down my arm made a path no matter where I went, it was sickening, like a retelling of my crimes even though I couldn't remember them. I could hear their cries and screams in the back of my head, but not what led up to them. Grown men’s cries of pain and sorrow wasn’t something that I was used to, I was always the one in pain, the one being kicked into the ground and abused until that got their sick fill of my defeat. I couldn’t cough up any blood, the injury wasn’t deep enough to ruin me but it still felt like it was. I was so worried about Isha but I could feel my body starting to slow, I could feel myself losing it ever so slowly, I went to the only place that I could find. The Last Drop.

This used to be a place of solace and safety, one ran by Vander, the symbol of peace in this lowly town, no matter what he would always be able to cheer you up and now it was overrun by Silco’s old men however one of them was my saving grace. “Sevika!” A tortured cry escaped my throat along with her name. She had to be here, I couldn't hold myself up any longer so she said had to be here. “SEVIKA!” My voice cracked, every octave I never thought possible, my body fell from the wall, the only strength I had was to hold my injury from bleeding anymore.

A gold and brown boot fell into my vision but I couldn’t even lift my head up for a simple greeting, instead I fell flat on my face, I felt warm– is this what dying truly is? It’s so lifeless, my life didn’t flash before my eyes, I didn’t regret every decision I’ve ever made or see some bright light, I was wondering who was gonna take care of Isha while I was gone. Who was gonna make sure you ate every night and made sure she got home in one piece, who was gonna keep her away from Smeech while I couldn't, who was going to replace me because I was too weak to stay alive and help. 

My eyes opened drearily, the first thing gracing my vision was an unpeeled orange. Oranges are actually my favorite fruit, one of the only good things that people stole from topsiders besides equipment was fresh fruit. Everything in the underground was just a remake of something from topsiders, food that was already on someone else’s plate, clothes that were already on someone else’s back but fresh fruit was the one thing we had and it was delicious. Sure it wasn’t as great as sugary treats or drinks that I was sure all the topsider brats got to have on a daily basis but it meant something.

My hands immediately reached for it, splitting it open down the middle and taking a piece off of the side before letting it into my mouth. This could have been poisoned but I would have died a happy person, because who gives a shit? Within a moment of tasting the sweetness of the fruit, reality hit me like a train– I was bleeding out in the middle of the Last Drop and now I’m.. where the hell am I? This wasn’t the Last Drop, or the back rooms where Vi, Powder and little man used to be, I envied them, every kid in Zaun did. Those little shits got away with murder and Vander always protected them, he was a savior, everyone loved him. All I could do was sigh at the memory of Vander and the others whenever we were younger, Powder reminded me so much of my little Isha, even though she was just a baby, an infant, they were so similar. Not anymore. 

Powder was long gone, so was Vi and Mylo and Claggor and Little Man, every single one of them was gone. Even though “powder” was still in Zaun, she wasn’t truly the same. This wasn’t my concern, I needed to figure out where the hell I was. The air felt thin, a weird greenish color and it was near toxic. Inhaling it felt like I was swallowing sandpaper, my throat was closing up and every cough I hacked out was painful, my eyes were barely able to see through the clearing and I was met with the sight of enforcers, through the clearing all I could see were enforcers. A whole group of them, however one I could recognize without even thinking about it. Caitlyn Kiramman.

A gun raised as she explored the foreign territory and her lackeys followed in suit, they were actually terrifying, all of them, gas masks covering their guilty faces, the swoosh of hair just barely escaping their helmets. A shield plate covering their chest from any harm and yet everyone else down here was stuck with no armor, no masks, no weapons but they were raiding a place that looked similar to an arcade– a child’s place. How worse could they get?  How worse would they be if they catch me? I caught a glimpse, a small glimmer of blue hair, a braid running from the shadow but it escaped my vision long before I could actually see it. I couldn’t worry about this, whether or not that's who I assumed it was, I needed to get out of there immediately. My stomach was still in knots of pain but I still ran, I couldn’t be in there. The last thing I heard was a singular shot let off but my body went in the opposite direction. 

Half an hour later I was stuck with half an orange, two full vials of shimmer and no sister in sight. I was too close to our house to keep the shimmer on me, it wasn’t like my job was a secret to Isha but I didn’t want her to see me like this. I didn’t even know if the shimmer was still in my system, two whole vials of it had gone down the drain or rather injected itself into my skin and I couldn’t even feel it or remember what happened but I knew it was there, I could feel the buzzing under my fingertips. It was a dormant sensation waiting to be reawakened with every step I took but I couldn’t allow it to over take me. “Isha! Isha, I’m home!” I shouldered off my jacket, a hand rubbing over the bandage around my mid area in the cracked mirror. Weak Freak. Blighter. Bitch.

I held my head in my hands, the headache brewing over the cynical thoughts running through my mind, I saw him, the debt collector I killed. I saw him in my mind and behind me in the mirror but whipping around only led to air and the agitation of my headache even more. It was starting to turn more into a migraine, even the lights would irritate me, I couldn’t open my eyes without the lights burning them and my head screamed at me. “Your fault! It’s your fault that I’m dead! You know that right, blighter?” “Shut up!” As the silence finally fell, I remembered my reality, no one was in the house but me, not Isha, or the debt collector or enforcers. Just me. “God fucking damn it, I’m losing my shit.” 

I didn’t remember passing out, I didn’t even remember making it to the scratched up couch that we owned and yet that’s what I woke up on and to my surprise my sister was in the very same room as me, crouched on the floor with scuffs on her face and hands. Rushing over, I stooped down to her level, brushing the caked up dirt out of her hair and dust off of her face. She looked like she had taken a tumble beyond comparison but she was smiling and giggling like an idiot. Her hat was covered in small drawings all over it, pink, blue, yellow and purple streaks of colors splayed all over it, what the hell? “What happened to you? Where have you been?” She completely ignored my question, glazed over eyes as she asked about my whereabouts– signing it, I had to see her dusty and fragile hands ask about where I had been and why I was injured, I couldn’t admit to my sister that I was selling again and I definitely couldn’t say that I had probably killed six people. “Smeech, I pissed him off and we both know that doesn’t end well but I’m fine. It’s a small injury, it doesn’t hurt as bad as it looks.” She frowned, not believing any of my bullshit by a long shot but I tried. I took the hat off of her head, examining it closer, wiping off the small bits of dust that remained.

She shook her head at me, complained that it was purely nothing, it was hilarious how much sass a little girl could have with her hands and facial expressions alone, honestly impressive. I didn’t want to leave her side anymore, I couldn’t after the scare today. I was afraid to even go back and sell, Smeech would want revenge for the debt collectors I may or may not have killed, I still couldn’t recall correctly if that was me. Fuck. I let out a hiss at the memory of me ditching the vials right outside the house, some random mainliner was gonna grab them, that wasn’t the concern to me but if they overdosed on my shimmer then Smeech would know and all hell would rain down like hail as he slowly started fitting the pieces together. An image of Isha being dragged away from me, kicking and screaming, fighting like all hell because she was my sister but still losing, I couldn’t take the sight, my head was hurting, basically killing me, there was no way I could let that happen.

I returned the hat to her head, squishing it down enough to cover her eyes as a joke waiting as she pushed it back up with an unagitated glare. “We don’t have any food for tonight, so I’m gonna go get some, alright? I just need to make a little bit more money and there will be enough for both of us..” I sucked in a breath as I looked at her. “If I can’t make enough for two then you can get whatever you want, alright? I’ll be right back, shouldn’t be wrong.” Her small frame ran towards my leg, launching herself onto me and not letting go even whenever I tried to shake her off like a bug. “Isha! Isha! Come on, you gotta let me go! I gotta go!” I would never yell at her, more groans of annoyance at a normal tone, one of her hands released its grasp to sign to me once again. “Promise me you’ll come back. Promise.” Gods, this little girl, she was gonna be the death of me.

“I’ll do you one better, I swear. I swear to every deity in this realm that I will make it back home to you, Isha. I don’t care what happens as soon as I leave this house, I will make it back to you.” I wiped the small tear from her face and planted a kiss on her forehead (a little hard with that helmet of hers but I wasn’t gonna tell her to remove it) , rubbing her cheeks and she finally released her grip and with that I made my way back out into the city– and I will keep my goddamn promise. 

Never in my life did I ever think that I would be going toe to toe with a mainliner for some shimmer that I didn’t even want and yet here I was, getting the shit beat out of me by some random hash-head with a bone to pick because I saw the shimmer the same time that he did. Goddamn it! Why did I even leave the house? The shimmer was a lot further than I remembered and now I was reeling the consequences of my actions, with a kick towards the man’s torso, I felt stronger than I usually do but the feeling was shortly replaced as he flew away from my body and his sudden missing force sent me backwards directly onto the ground. Man, I am just having a shit day today. Dusting myself off, I made it back to my feet, scoffing as I took a look around at the scene before me, I did all this for one vial. What's gonna happen when I find the second one? If I even find it. 

“Hey! Are you ok over there?” God fucking damnit. Hiding the shimmer behind my back I turned towards the voice, another group of enforcers however one of them was injured, I had only been outside for an hour and a half maybe two, I lost track of time but still that wasn’t enough time for a group of enforcers to get jumped unless there was something else going on in town that I wasn’t aware of. A ginger haired girl poked her head out from the light in the alleyway towards me, my eyes looked bloodshot because I couldn’t recall the last time I had slept or had water or a full meal. Hiding my face with a glare towards the ground, I tried to sneak glances at them, a weird blue looking guy was holding up a bulkier man, there was no way I was gonna win a fight if he was gonna be my opponent, it didn’t matter how much shimmer I had in my body, he could body slam me no problem– it also didn’t help me that I didn’t really know how to fight, I just swung my hands and eventually they would hit something or someone. “Hey, sweetheart, are you ok?” Why did she have to call my sweetheart? It was so much more..demeaning, degrading me in such a way, like she was taunting me. The lick of her accent only dealing more pain to the wound, Piltover, every single one of them assumed the worst of anyone down here and the fact that she was an enforcer? God I would never live it down if she found me with shimmer, hell she might even kill me on the spot, so my only option? “Fine. That.. crackhead tried to steal my money. He succeeded, I’m pretty much out.” I lifted my face, so that she could see me, injuries from my other fight still visible, her face reacted but not her words however the two behind her seemed impatient, whispering about her needing to hurry up. She rummaged through her jacket pocket and dropped some coins in my hand, plenty for me and Isha, god they were so easy. With a wave she ran back to her little group, a scowl on the man’s face as he looked at me, at that point hiding the shimmer didn’t do me any good and they were leaving and injured as well, were they really gonna stop for me? 

That ginger haired enforcer gave me plenty enough for me and Isha, maybe even a little bit more however I still needed to get rid of this shimmer– I needed to at least prove to Smeech that I did sell my products and didn’t just lose it (which is exactly what I did). I owed him nothing, absolutely nothing and yet here I was still trying to pay off my dwindling debt..a debt that was definitely going to have some “added fees” as soon as he figured out that it was me. My eyes glazed over the sky, a blanket of dimming sky had fallen over, then again I could barely see anything due to the glaze of the smoke, it felt like the smoke from earlier however it wasn't as thick so it was just barely breathable. My hand flew over my mouth, a small attempt to filter the trashed air, as soon as I made it through the smoke I could see Piltover in my wake, one day Isha would be up there, she wouldn’t be stuck down here with anyone else, she would be trusted and respected and no one would where she came from because I’d erase any existence of her being in Zaun, for her own safety, for her future. 

My thoughts were shattered, not because of the shimmer this time, but because the ground began to shake, the gas in the alleyway being dragged outwards towards god knows what. I thought it was a monster or a vacuum until Piltover was painted pink, blue, purple and green, the colored smoke staining buildings which I could see even from where I was. Children started giggling, running around and celebrating the defaming of Piltover’s “perfect” picture. I couldn’t stop the smile that was shown on my lips– gaze trapped on the smoke until it dissipated. “Jinx! Mommy she’s back, it’s Jinx!”  Jinx? Two run ins in one day would be crazy, right? I ran into the enforcers that she murdered earlier today and now I’m watching her plans play out in front of me. I've only seen her a few times in my entire life but she was enrapturing every single time, her mind was near genius, something that no one ever appreciated or acknowledged but I saw it, I noticed it, granted that meant nothing to her since we had never met but still. She’s actually the one who got me into creating my own trinkets. Isha took a liking to it as well, perhaps I should start to tweak them a bit more. Focus. If Jinx was up to no good then I was pretty much screwed– Isha. I left her at home and promised that I would be back, no I didn’t promise, I swore that was more important than any promises I could ever make. I sprinted back home but I’m not sure why I even got my hopes up. She was gone, she didn’t leave anything behind, damnit maybe I should have made her swear that she was gonna stay here, not that I was gonna come back. 

My unfortunate first thought was to check wherever Jinx was, thanks to that colorful display she couldn’t have been that far. I didn’t really know where her “hideout” was, I just knew where Silco used to do business since it was pretty hard to hide such a renovated building and it’s been abandoned ever since his death a few months ago.. To be honest Silco gave me more hope than Vander ever did but once he fell down the wrong rabbit-hole and created shimmer, I lost confidence in every new “symbol of peace” that popped up every few months, except Jinx.

Something about her was.. interesting, it was like she never wanted to be a symbol but everyone kept treating her like one, some may say it was just her being humble but I know better. It was being stuck with a responsibility you never asked for and every single person who was supposed to lead you and show you how it works is gone and now you’re forced to figure things out on your own and everyone is depending on you. It’s how I felt when our parents died, the responsibility to take care of Isha was killing me inside. I never even wanted another sibling, I just wanted to be an only child, we were struggling enough as it is and dad was always sneaking out. When he returned he reeked of Piltover, of their lavish perfumes, exotic smells and fancy food, we both knew that what he was doing wasn’t good but he was all that we had so we couldn’t just let him go because of some.. Piltover woman who stole his heart from my mother.

I couldn’t find it in my heart to call him the traitor that he was, not even mom did it, if anything she looked worried for him every time he got back from Piltover, stealing him away with hushed whispers. I could never really hear what they were talking about, I just assumed that they didn’t want to fight in front of me but I was a big girl, I could handle it, I didn’t need them to treat me like a scared child. 

Now here that scared child was again, clutching my shirt away from my skin like it would save me from whatever horrors were inside of this building, I expected dead bodies in the corners, people’s heads on the gate as a warning or a beware, instead it looked like a normal building but with a lot of lights on the outside. I shoved the front door open, it seemed locked but this place was clearly abandoned so it's not like there were any guests hiding inside– besides the ghosts that is.

It was freezing in there and the temperature only felt like it was dropping the further I moved, the slow movement led me to an office room, an uncomfortably dusty chair was hidden away by the even worse looking desk. It was very uncanny, I could play out Silco turning around in his chair in front of me despite the fact that I have never met the man face to face. “Well, don't you clean up nicely?” The rasp from her voice made me jump, my head swinging in every direction to find out where it came from, she sounded like she was behind me, and beside me all at once– turns out she was just beside me. 

“Sevika– mara, you could at least announce yourself?” There was a brand new arm that adorned her, gold in color but drawings all over it in those same, now traumatizing colors, and a slot machine to go with it, wasn’t she an addict? “What are you doing down here, blighter?” I hated that term and she knew it, it was definitely just to get under my skin but it worked every single time. “Looking for my sister.” She shouldered a laugh. “I was wondering where your other half was. My personal favorite out of the two, she doesn’t complain as much.” I rolled my eyes, she was mute, she didn’t verbally complain about anything but I guess just shutting up is what gets you favored by Sevika. “We found her aright, Jinx caught her trying to get away from some of that rat’s ol’ debt collectors. That your doing?” I mentally cursed however my body showed my disdain from the way I deflated. “I… I didn’t mean to. Damn it, it wasn’t my fault. A group of enforcers came out of nowhere and jumped the shit out of me and some other sellers. It’s how I got this–” I lifted my loose shirt to show her the wrapped up injury,  she grimaced and looked away from it as if she wasn’t interested in it but hadn’t she already seen it before? Why was she acting like this? “Wait, weren’t you the one who bandaged me up? You’ve already seen it, why are you asking me what happened?” Her head turned back to me and her eyebrow raised as she stood up and walked towards me. I’m not a pussy but I know a fight that I can and cannot win and she is someone I can’t fight and win. “No. I haven’t seen you since last year.” “Then.. I went to the Last Drop, looking for you. Who helped me if it wasn’t you? I saw your shoes..” Sevika groaned loudly and took off, I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to follow behind her but I did. 

It looked like an abandoned air ventilation system, however it was decorated with the same drawings that I saw on Isha’s hat when she came home and the one’s on Sevika’s arm– Jinx? Isha noticed me before I noticed her, running immediately over to me and hugging onto my leg, tears filled my eyes as I looked at her. I didn’t think she was dead but my hopes of her being alive and well weren’t very high at the moment. I clutched onto Isha’s side, tears filling my eyes, I had almost her twice in one day and it was enough to give me a heart attack– it didn’t help that both times I thought I lost her ended with Zaun’s symbol of “peace” and psychopath who was also the most alluring woman I have ever met in my entire life.

God damn it Jinx.  She scowled at me, an eyebrow raised at my presence, that seemed to be happening more often than I would have liked it to. “Enforcers, they jumped the shit out of me and almost killed me. I would have never left her alone if it wasn’t for those bastards.” Isha’s inaudible giggle was below me as she signed the word for “shit” and I lightly slapped her hand away, kids are so bad. Jinx’s eyes didn’t seem to waver, forever staring into my soul as if she was gonna rip my throat out with her teeth for even touching Isha– like she wasn’t my sister. “Looks like you didn’t do a very good job.”

 Her gaze went towards my stomach and I wanted a hole in the floor to open and swallow me up, her surveying my body was so intimidating and intimate that it began to breach the lines of uncomfortable. “I killed those enforcers ok? I killed them and the stupid debt collectors in that goddamn alleyway. There are six people dead and it’s all my fault so can I get a little grace here?” I almost yelled at her, who was she to tell  me that I was a bad sibling? A bad protector? “You left her!” She seemed to stalk closer to me with her every word. “At home! She was never supposed to be on the streets in the first place but if she didn’t leave the house like I told her not to then we wouldn’t be in this situation in the first place!” My words were directed towards Isha but my anger was shot directly at Jinx, so much she almost choked on her words. “But you still left me!” “I didn’t mean to! I went to hell and back to get back home to her!” I was so entranced by my own fit of rage that I didn’t even notice her change of words. She wasn’t talking about Isha, she was talking about herself, but I had never left or even met Jinx personally besides this one point. She had just been a whisper in the crowd, a terrifying sight that Silco had created that he guarded as if she was actually his own daughter. It was sickening to hear but it was none of my business. We both just sat there, heaving chests and ignoring the tears that were threatening to slide down our cheeks, the only reason I looked away from her was because Isha tapped my thigh. “We were fighting the enforcers, the one with the blue hair almost shot us!”  Us? Us Us?! My eyes flicked up towards Jinx, invading her personal space without a care in the world, pushing her back up against some makeshift desk, she could have stopped me if she wanted to but didn’t. 

“You let Isha get close to Caitlyn Kiramman? You almost let her get shot by Caitlyn Kiramman?! She’s a fucking child! Do you have any restraint at all or are you just that evil that you can’t even help yourself but enjoy chaos? And why the fuck did Caitlyn Kiramman almost shoot you?” At my last question I spun towards Isha, I didn’t actually know anything about what was going on, I just knew that she almost shot my sister and that was enough to go off on anyone around. “The kid was protecting Jinx. Jumped on top of her and wouldn’t let go of all hell, Caitlyn and Vi were trying to kill her– your sister didn’t want to let that happen.” Oh. Well now I felt like a fucking idiot, Jinx was going through hell and I just blamed her for everything without even asking, however she could have clarified or at least said something while I was standing in front of her– why hadn’t she moved? I turned my head back to her to apologize but she bombarded me with a hug so fast I almost fell over, those tears from earlier finally over took her, wetting the top of my already ruined shirt. I didn’t know how to respond, I just awkwardly wrapped my arms around her as she snuggled into my neck. “You came back to me.” 

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i wish there were more caitlyn kiramman x fem!reader fics on tumblr im sick of rereading... 😢😢😢

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Arcane: League of Legends Oneshot Masterlist

Last Updated: 12/10/2024

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

Viktor

The Decay of Yesterday: Viktor x Reader

Stepping on Toes: Viktor x Reader

The Stars Themselves: Viktor x Reader

What Could Have Been: Viktor x Reader

I GUESS I’M IN LOVE: Viktor x Reader

I Hear A Symphony: Viktor x Reader

Purple Lilac Blooms: Viktor x Reader

Letters Written in Love: Viktor x Reader

Fall Into Me: Viktor x Reader

Take a Breath: Viktor x Reader

Hidden Lives: Viktor x Female!Reader

M for Manhandled: Viktor x Reader

R for Restraints: Viktor x Reader

Until I Found You: Viktor x Reader

My Heart is Buried in Venice: Viktor x Reader

Glassy Sky: Viktor x Reader

The Gift: Viktor x Reader

The Sound of Your Heartbeat: Viktor x Reader

It Couldn’t Be Him: Viktor x Reader

Thimbles and Bandages: Viktor x Reader

Returning the Favor: Viktor x Sick!Reader

To Die of a Broken Heart: Viktor x Female!Reader

Viktor x Automaton!Reader

Breathing Life into Metal Ch 1

Breathing Life into Metal Ch 2

Breathing Life into Metal Ch3

Vampire!Viktor

Vampire!Viktor 01

Vampire!Viktor 02

Vampire!Viktor 03

Vampire!Viktor 04

Vampire!Viktor 05

Vampire!Viktor 06

Merfolk!Viktor

Merfolk!Viktor 01

Merfolk!Viktor 02

Merfolk!Viktor 03

Merfolk!Viktor 04

Merfolk!Viktor 05

Merfolk!Viktor 06

Jayce Talis

Would You Still Love Me?: Jayce Talis x Reader

Love Like You: Jayce Talis x Reader

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

Vander

Young Love and Old Money: Vander x Reader

One Little Push: Vander x Reader

Ekko

Misunderstood: Ekko x Reader (HEADCANONS)

Vi

Misunderstood: Vi x Reader (HEADCANONS)

Jinx

Misunderstood: Jinx x Reader (HEADCANONS)

Caitlyn Kiramman

Misunderstood: Caitlyn Kiramman x Reader (HEADCANONS)

General

Zombie AU

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star-crossed lovers.1 the boy who shattered time

"the always enchanting tale, of star crossed lovers."

being an archivist in piltover and getting assigned to the firelight case

a.n: jinx is believed to be around 19 in the second act of arcane. i assume ekko was only a little older than her, so i thought of ekko as 20 writing this, reader is basically the same age.. also, the reader was found before the bridge incident, so they had no connection with any of the zaunite characters before.

!!this is super random, messy and unedited. read at your own risk im so sorry sdfjdsfjslfjk

ekko x female reader (she/her pronouns used)

warnings: vi swearing :D, kidnapping??? reader has a sickness that affects her body entirely (actual lore), adoption, political marriage mentioned

supporting characters: caitlyn, tobias, cassandra, vi, scar, renata glasc

growing up a foundling saved from the polluted air and deadly sewers of zaun, you were brought up by the infamous kiramman family without being mentioned of your heritage, not even once!

spending your days in the kiramman estate, you were considered to be born into the lavish lifestyle of this matriarchal clan. since you were found by a group of enforcers during a riot in zaun as a baby, people did find it bizarre for the kirammans to suddenly pop out with a child, even though none would dare to gossip about it. this resulted in your parents spreading their wings' over you, wanting to protect you from any wandering gaze. you were quite the lucky scroundrel, being a teen around compassionate women like cassandra and caitlyn, you knew it wouldn't be long before you started reaching out for the greater good of your beloved piltover.

you were a daddy's girl to put it plainly, you were used to being pampered by tobias who enjoyed much finer and simpler things in life, prior to your mother cassandra who was quite strict about you taking an active role in the clan's representation of the council. even though you could not have a direct role as council member (not being blood-related and all).

you always though mother knew that caitlyn would grow up to be rebellious if it meant she was doing the right thing, whereas you, a poor zaunite who already got enough chemicals clogged up in her lungs during her short stay as a resident. thats why you were always tired and sickly from studying, having tobias constantly worry over you to an unnecessary extend. caitlyn was ambitious, she wanted to change the world for the greater good even if it meant abandoning her roles as the next heir as a council member. and you were the more 'passive kiramman' who stayed home all day reading history books and playing music with your favorite parent. still, caitlyn would have none of these people pushing you around, you were simply different! special in your own way and she made sure to remind you that many times. cait is a woman of very reassuring hugs, and you are one of her favorite people.

having roots from ionia, your dad often recognized your longing to your true parents, to the toxic smells and industrial sounds of the undercity. he often saw you frustrated and ashamed of admitting how precious you thought the fauna of the zaun was. not being able to tell you the truth hurt him dearly, but he was still a parent, and he thought more of your well-being compared to your previous life as an infant.

you loved your small family though, you really did! and when your big sister decided to start working as an enforcer, you knew that you didn't want to be apart from your role model for much long, you still did it without giving your mother more of a heart attack :D.

thats when you started working as an archivist for the piltover corps, a pretty youngling wicked enough to see more to the details to crime scenes than any other officer in the department. you spend your whole life putting yourself in your sisters hat, blowing your mind over how exactly precise she was when it came to analyzing the crime scene that you were the first archivist our dear soon-to-be sheriff would seek out. it was bound to be really, you spent many of your time hanging around caitlyn's room that she would sometimes jokingly say you knew her more then she did herself.

we could say that you were happy, having a semi-office job that did not oppose much of a threat to your weak body, you still longed for the serious and one of a kind aura of crime scenes. since you were highly respected in your job, you would get assigned to cases that involved zaun more often than not. having grown up in a powerful family in piltover, forget about having any experience with the undercity, you never even came close to seeing the bridge before. needless to say, you were excited to learn more about zaun's firelights. the robin hoods that came to surface during those dreadful times.

"you see anything suspicious, you tell me. i don't want you fainting around the precious crime scene." caitlyn was half-serious as she said that. you could see how stressed she was after the incident with the former sheriff, grayson if you recalled correctly. you knew your sister thought of her dearly, she gushed over how brave and intelligent she was that grayson dying right underneath her feet was too much for her. you watched them do shooting training from the big window of your parents' workroom. grayson seemed like a gentle giant to you as a child, she retrained from showing affection but she never missed any opportunity to give advice to the 'kiramman girls'. piltover police department hid everything from commoners that it meant even you, a powerful family, couldn't know what was going on down there. something so terrible that it could easily kill a woman you always knew as ambitious and powerful.

you knew how worried caitlyn was, she was walking on egg shelves, constantly getting told off by other enforcers for messing up with the crime scenes, but nobody knew your sister as well as you did and you were SURE that if there was one officer who could go to the bottom of this, it was caitlyn.

and that was basically why you were standing here :) with rain softly hitting your small umbrella, so small that half of your boots were soaking already, trying to sneak after your dear sister as much as you possible could. even though you were sure she already heard you cough really bad a few times , the cold was a bit too much for you already, you wanted to believe that cait was lost in the moment for now. maybe you hoped she didn't notice you, or maybe because caitlyn was so tense and panicked about being discovered again, but alas, your prayers were answered when you arrived at what seemed to be a depot for emergency items being transmitted to zaun. 'that's it!' you heard caitlyn whisper softly, it actually took you by terror! you were waaaay to close for comfort now.

with a moment of panic, you quickly took a few steps back, your heavy boots stomping through the old road. a few seconds later, when you try to memorize what you last saw of your sister, you were going to wonder why the council never bothered to fix up such places. piltover was suppose to be this megacity, no flaws or cracks to been seen from the outside, it was suppose to shine through whole runeterra. but zaun has always been a thorn in piltover's side. people too proud to let their city be renowned by those they saw as arrogant up starters, whom would rather live in toxic waste than let their own culture be lost to those who went crazy over having control over both magic and technology? to be honest, it never seemed like a bad thing to you, you could never admit it to yourself as a kiramman, but you thought of zaunites rather highly. they were interesting folks that you admired, a part of you has always been on their side, maybe it was what you saw in yourself after all. poor, lost, weak, not good enough even?

your train of thoughts had to be cut short as your shoulder hit through a heavy metal box sharply. you took a painful breath, immediately putting your hand on your left shoulder to do "damage control" as your father taught you. caitlyn jumped with surprise all of a sudden too, taking a brief look at her surroundings before rushing inside the depot. you tried to compose yourself, but walking over here was already tough enough for your sickly body. you kept hearing footsteps and unnatural sounds that you couldn't make much of, before feeling a rough hand surrounding your mouth. 'caitlyn?' you tried to mutter even when you could clearly see her silhouette getting smaller by passing second. you took a glimpse of the few words written on the metal box before hearing a soothing voice.

"keep it quite, you don't want them to hear us. trust me." the tone was not soothing at all. it was demanding, persuasive even. was he after this weird purple looking box too? shimmer? not like you had much power in your body to resist him anyway. you saw your sister jumping through the side window of the building from the corner of your eyes before letting your exhausted body in the care of a stranger. you felt his arms tense right before your conciseness slipped away, it must've been shocking for him too. he probably didn't expect you to faint, not like you could care much about it now anyway.

you believed it was the other day when your body finally started to feel okay again, you could see weird sources of light appearing and disappearing constantly even with your eyes closed. you were put on a neatly assembled room: a small bed that was pushed to the corner of two walls, a very used table with a single little vase on it -the vase was empty- a small rug that seemed to be hand-knitted. your head felt heavy as you forced yourself to get out of the bed, the air was so dense that it was starting to burn your eyes. you kept inhaling, even though it was no help at all. there was no window, no air conditioning, no nothing. the gray was quite literally consuming you whole.

"i get that you think yourself as highly, piltie." you saw a young man leaning to the frame of the door. "but you don't even bother resting? you're in the wrong neighborhood, you better start acting right." he ignored you trying to breathe for your dear life and started approaching you. he eyed you from tip to toe for a moment before giving a satisfied hum. "it'll do." he mumbled under his breath before putting a small package on top of your now messy bed. 'a change of clothes' you hoped, the boy seemed to enjoy seeing your eyes light up over a simple thing, though it looked more out of annoyed amusement.

"welcome to zaun, little piltie." he said after leaving a some-what friendly pat on your shoulder. your left shoulder might i add, and even a small touch was already making the wound burn so bad, you fought the urge to flinch, as to not be seen as weak to your kidnapper. the next few days followed as such, sometimes it was different people bringing you questionable food, but you still saw ekko doing the errands most of the time. your guess? they were still deciding what to do with you. they already stripped you off of your "piltie belongings" so they probably already had a few ideas of your importance and profession. it would take a few more days for caitlyn to get where you are, or at least you hoped. a part of you didn't want her to, you still couldn't decide who you were dealing with, and you didn't want cait to get hurt. who were these people anyway? some chem-punks with hate towards the upsiders? zaun police community thing? if they even had one? maybe some ordinary sump suckers targeting you for your position???

"you have a funny look on your face. are you gonna show something new already?" there he was, ekko, now that you knew his name from a little child that has been on your meal duty for a while now. it seemed your relationship improved for the better recently, he kept questioning you still, there was that, but he seemed pleased with how calm and collected you seem. a piltover 'noble' that was willing to talk to a zaunite as an equal? that was a huge advantage for them. ekko has been informed about a device that piltover was working on, something powerful at that. to his surprise, he was dealing with one of the best archivists in "stuck-up city". he wanted you to trust him, so he started tending to your wounds himself. ekko understood that you weren't comfortable showing yourself in a vulnerable manner, but he was the easiest to get along with out of all community members. you felt as though you could rely on him, even though your rational side was screaming "stockholm syndrome!" on the top of her lungs.

"zaun is actually quite beautiful, its unique in its own way"

"you really thought we were half-mutant monsters that drank toxic shimmer water to survive or something?"

"..."

"your silence is scary, but appreciated whizkid."

you felt ekko starting to get closer to you day by day, he was fascinated by your neutral opinions on zaun as a piltover citizen, but mostly he just stayed to enjoy your company. he always felt the burden of the firelights in one way or another, he owed them as much as he needed them. but with you, you could talk about how you marked different information in the piltover library for hours, and he could pretend to listen while taking notes of your hand movements. your peaceful days of companionship were cut short after you were assisted to your room by a strange looking friend of his.

"don't follow me, i'll be with you as soon as i'm finished." you took notice of how a lot of people seemed to be on edge, they kept rushing around with a different material on their hands each time. the errand boy that got used to greeting you before couldn't even spare time to look at you now. you felt uneasy, you've been here for a few weeks already, but even you could tell this was odd. so after sitting in your usual room for a few hours -which was customized to your liking by now since ekko was planning to keep you here for a while - you decided enough was enough. you never put your nose up in the firelights' business until now, but you were just starting to see yourself as a part of the team recently, and it was -to be perfectly honest- hurtful. you cared for those people, you tried picking up ionian just so you could say thank you to the strange looking human-like members. they were finally starting to ask about you as a person, not as a piltie, and now it was all crashing up on you.

you followed the small made up road up to the first level of the huge tree that the hideout was centered around. you could hear ekko speaking in a cold manner, something that you stopped getting used to after a few days of being here, and it sent a chill down your spine. ekko was always understanding with you, he stated many times that he saw himself in you, a kid lost all by herself in between the dirty and the dense pipes of zaun. he tried to speak softly to not seem suspicious to other firelights, ekko always made it very clear that HE was the one responsible for you. after you saw ekko clinging to a pink figure, you couldn't stop the scenarios rushing into your mind that was running non-stop. why is he shaking? wow, he seems really short compared to them now. oh god, was it a lover perhaps? you were getting jealous NOW out of all times?

the pink haired individual noticed you as you made yourself very well known. spilling out a frustrated scowl you let out with the last thought crossing your mind. you were letting your emotions get the best of you, no no, you were acting like a "snipe" as your mother phrased it when she was angry. a foolish zaunite kid. what an irony it was.

"thank god i didn't know how much i could go on with this emotions bullshit." her voice was smooth and full of mischief, you could also see her pointing at ekko with her eyes, mouthing the word 'clingy'. ekko didn't notice it however, he turned around with his pupils wide, trying to dry his eyes using his red scarf thingy to help the process. he looked shaken up a bit, you wanted to do nothing more than hug him.

"that's so uncool. let's just get this over with." "what do you mean uncool? is she your girlfriend or something?"

you could feel the heat rushing to your face, trying to get a glance off of ekko's reaction. you couldn't believe that you would be wondering if a boy from the undercity was fancying you, it felt odd, like it wasn't meant to be. your parents were very open to the idea of you marrying for love, even then they and your distant relatives hoped that you would marry a powerful piltoveran diplomat to bring more power and name to the household. you knew that, of course you did, it was merely your responsibility to thank your parents. but you still wanted so bad for him to answer positively. yet, ekko's stance did not change one bit, it was as if he didn't even hear what the pink haired girl was talking about. all the while you could also see her looking at you two suspiciously, especially to you.

"a penny for your thoughts, ma'am?"

"name's vi, stop calling me that it feels weird."

you could see that vi was slightly amused with the way you were conversing, considering her obviously looking rough around the edges. she would like to consider herself 'intimidating', but you were disciplined by one of the finest teacher's in the whole uppside, cassandra kiramman herself, so you couldn't help yourself being polite in a stoic way.

"she can't help it, whiz here is a welheeled piltie you see." he was still refusing to take a look at you. it felt as if you were at the step 0 all over again with him, his cold but straightforward speaking was back at it, and you were hoping he would stop calling you a piltie already.

"funny you say that, she reminds me of a very dear friend, actually. i hope you didn't shake cupcake badly." you perked up upon hearing this, your mind was clouded with ekko that you were having trouble keeping up with the conversation. they were joking between themselves, talking about some mathilda, which was making you feel uneasy all over again. and, cupcake? that seemed like a weird nickname coming out of vi's mouth. the word itself seemed so out of place there, that it made you remember unpleasant things. ever since you've been cooped up here, you felt as if this whole stay was the most free you've ever felt. you didn't have to listen to enforcers bickering, pushing people around. even though you were clearly a prisoner, you still enjoyed hearing people talk so fondly of zaun. it almost felt like, home...

home was a word that lost its meaning in your eyes a long time ago. dusty bookshelves and open windows of the brilliant piltover stopped felling like home when you started seeing how big the cliff was between piltover and zaun. you started to feel guilty listening to your mother and father voice their concerns about zaunite riots, it was uncomfortable looking through archives and finding the hardships zaunites had to go through because of piltover. now, home was here. but it was still missing something, you loved your family, and you were proud of your nation. you missed seeing tobias panic over how to tend to a small bruise on caitlyn's arms. caitlyn, was she okay? last time you saw her, she was all alone too, she didn't have her usual shadow following right behind her step. you couldn't help but smile with the though, she hated hearing you say that. 'gob it' she would shout every time she heard someone talk about how passive you were even though you were a kiramman.

caitlyn was your dearest, but you even though you have been a hostage for weeks now, never once did you think about her well-being. oh, cupcake!

"caitlyn!" you shouted with realization, your thoughts only catching up with you just now. "were you with caitlyn?" vi was taken aback by surprise before tensing her shoulders. she was obviously wary of your suspicious behavior now.

"how do you know her kid?" the way she was standing was scary now, before she only seemed like a puppy with big guns. caitlyn was your sister, but why was vi looking offended that you knew of her too? the worst possible case came racing, did vi hurt your sister?

"that's enough, vi." you failed to notice ekko moving closer to your side, up until now he was leading your small group to what seemed like a bunch of bunkers. he was near you now, his left arm covering you partially from vi's gaze protectively. you were sure he could hear your heart banging in your chest, was it vi's intense gaze that was scaring you? or ekko clearly protecting you from someone that seemed important to him? either way, the room's temperature was so low by now that the silence, for the first time of you being here, started to physically hurt.

you closed your eyes momentarily, you were already tired with the satiation you were failing to put a meaning on. you still didn't know who vi was, you didn't know what she was doing here, but most importantly of all, you had to know what she had to do with your big sister. so you built up your courage and opened your mouth to question her one more time.

"pfft!" you looked up with surprise, ekko was also taken back with vi suddenly laughing. he was confused, but he refused to leave your side.

"oh god ekko you still stand like a little boy. grow a spine, little man." she was clearly enjoying seeing both of you squirm around, still trying to understand what was going on and looking around with alarmed eyes.

"don't be scared little man, no one's gonna hurt your little girlfriend." with this, vi started to walk again, not waiting for both of you to either answer nor start walking again. you shared a confused look with ekko for a split second, right before ekko grunts and starts walking again, but you swear that you saw his hand twitching with embarrassment.

after an awkward walk -super amusing for vi- you arrive in front of a metal door, you see another group a firelights hanging out around the specific door. they rise up as soon as they see ekko and put their hands on the circular handle of the door. but they stop, eyeing you for a moment. if it was your first few days here, the feeling in their eyes would be that of annoyance, suspicion even. but they seem worried, maybe guilty too, they refuse to meet your eye and just keep fidgeting with the door. ekko seems to take up this bizarre action after a while of standing there.

"you stay. for real this time." he gives you an assuring look before giving a signal to the taller fireflight again. vi eyes you both for the 100th time this evening, mouthing the word 'adorable' while looking directly at you. they get inside the small bunker, you put your back to the wall. unable to hold back your curiosity, you try to hear them through the wall. ekko sits at the door while vi talks with the firelights. you can't admit it, but you envy her a lot, how comfortable she is around this place already, even though you're almost sure she hasn't been here for a long time. you envy how she can talk so comfortably with ekko, how she can hug ekko, how vi seems to tease ekko without any consequence. it hits you there and then, you are falling in love with ekko. its a goose bumpish feeling, you're feeling warm all over your body but your heart breaks even more with every passing second thinking that you two are never meant to be. oil and water, uppsider and downsider. star-crossed lovers, written tragedy by destiny.

you get scared by an object hitting the ground harshly, followed by a small kid rushing out of the room. you hear ekko talking, but the sound comes from so far away now. there's a huge gap between the two of you that you will never be able to fill. you're only about 50 cm away from him but his features are already impossible to see from the tears forming in your eyes. you have been hopeful until now, no, you KNEW caitlyn would come to find you, that's who she was. but at this point, do you even want her to? or is it better for you to go back to piltover and continue living your silly little lavish life as if you've never fallen in love with a boy that had his whole life taken from him because of you, your people? you never asked for this, you didn't ask for ekko to put you down here, you didn't ask for him to treat you so nicely even though you were exactly the type of person he hated the most. arrogant, thinks she's the center of the world, a narrow-minded fool who only took his politeness for something more?

"you alright there?" vi whispers softly. you see her standing near ekko now, it seems she stopped talking to whoever was inside for a second to take a look at you. you could see the concern in her eyes, but ekko looks still preoccupied with what is happening in there. you slowly shake your head as a 'no'. she looks at ekko again for a moment, opens her mouth but doesn't say anything. she looks defeated, and still respects your boundaries.

"you get a pass back topside, that's it. let's go" ekko gets up with a huff, without looking back at you, he starts walking to the same firelights that opened the door for you three. you try to compose yourself, the last thing you want to do is be more of a burden to them. taking deep breaths you start walking, just as you get to the heavy metal door, you see a woman struggling to walk normally, clearly tired from being bound up for so long. as you start getting your thought on a track, you start seeing better, and the first view that hits you is a bunch of purpleness just popping out into the view. you smile knowingly with all the power left in you, that's your cait. she did come for you! and in one piece. but then, why are you not happy? you spend your first few days here praying that caitlyn comes to you as fast as she can safely, but now the only thing you want to do is stay here.

you didn't have a chance to visit the black markets of zaun yet! ekko promised that you would find many of piltover's creations there for even cheaper prices, 'just like how i found myself a piltie, plus for free.' as he said. he would treat you to a "bilge-wateresque" food feast at jericho's. you have to inhale the toxins to have a good time, "that's the zaun way, baby!"

caitlyn didn't have the time to process what was going on before your legs gave up on you, you could see vi was helping caitlyn walk away, clearly worried. it warmed your heart, your stubborn yet outspoken of a sister was finally able to trust someone other than herself. but as you started falling onwards, ekko was the first one to reach out to you with a surprised expression, breaking your heart even more.

[inari-zaheer]

Welcome to the Arcane Masterlist!

⨳-nsfw

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🧁Caitlyn Kiramman🧁

Headcanons

First Dates(Poly!Violyn x Reader)

Caitlyn Teaching Her S/O How To Shoot

Mornings With Them(Poly!Violyn x Reader)

NSFW Headcanons(Poly!Violyn x Reader)⨳

Violyn With A Brat Reader Part 1

Fics

Stressful Days(Poly!Violyn x Reader)⨳

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🪲Ekko🪲

Headcanons

Ekko With A Sick S/O

Ekko Teaching His S/O How To Use A Hoverboard

Ekko With An Amnesiac Reader

Timebomb With A Clumsy S/O

Mornings With Them(Poly!Timebomb x Reader)

Modern AU Couple Headcanons(Poly!Timebomb x Reader)

Ekko Soulmate AU Headcanons

Ekko With a Sleep Deprived S/O

Ekko Having Feelings For An NB!Reader

Ekko’s Jacket Soulmate AU

Fics

Orders And Worries

I Thought You Were Gone

Stay Here With Me

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🐉Finn🐉

Headcanons

Being Finn’s S/O

Helping Finn Relax⨳

Fics

Patience Darling⨳

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💣Jinx💣

Headcanons

Random Jinx Headcanons

Timebomb With A Clumsy S/O

Mornings With Them(Poly!Timebomb x Reader)

Modern AU Couple Headcanons(Poly!Timebomb x Reader)

Fics

First Meeting

Oh Shit!

Fun Encounters

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⚜️Mel Medarda⚜️

Headcanons

Mel Overworking Herself

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🦇Scar🦇

Headcanons

Being The Mother of Scar’s Child

First Date With Scar

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🦾Sevika🦾

Headcanons

Sevika Getting Hurt

Death Glare

Sevika and Grayson Running The Brothel

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🥃Silco🥃

Headcanons

Silco With A Reader Who Has ADHD

Dating Silco Headcanons

Silco Having Feelings For G/N Reader

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🥊Vi🥊

Headcanons

First Date(Poly!Violyn x Reader)

Vi With An S/O With Mental Health As Similar As Jinx

Mornings With Them(Poly!Violyn x Reader)

NSFW Headcanons(Poly!Violyn x Reader)⨳

Vi NSFW Headcanons⨳

Violyn With A Brat Reader Part 1

Fics

Stressful Days(Poly!Violyn x Reader)⨳

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Multiple Characters

Ekko and Mel With Musician Reader

Sevika, Vi and Vander Reacting to Reader Getting Vecna’ed

Sevika and Grayson Running the Brothel

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Personality Types

Vi, Caitlyn and Jinx With Ganyu!S/O

Vi, Caitlyn and Jinx With Ciel!S/O

Vi, Caitlyn and Jinx With Yae Miko!S/O

Vi, Caitlyn and Jinx With Noé Archiviste!S/O

Jinx, Ekko, Caitlyn, Ran and Vander With Eddie Munson!S/O

Jinx, Vi and Sevika With Daenerys Targaryen!S/O

Vi, Caitlyn and Jinx With Rei Sakuma!S/O Silco, Vi and Viktor With Eddie Munson!S/O

Silco With Tsireya!S/O

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[moonlightmirrorball]

hello so it’s going around on twitter that caitlyn js not entirely a stranger to the wlw world (apparently her mom has caught her multiple times with girl… friends) and i am quite frankly sick of people writing about how she’s inexperienced in matters of the heart so

can i request some general caitlyn gf headcanons or a fluff fic that doesnt make her seem like a total noob 🥺

Absolutely darling <3 coming right up! I will say that this is mostly just me simping over her because..well...I'm gay.

Caitlyn x fem! Reader

Dating Ms. Caitlyn Kiramman

(Breif NSFW, if you can even call it that honestly)

- This woman. is absolutely. a SIMP.

-that said, so are you. I mean have you seen her

-definitely I feel like she would be very protective of you, and always want to be in some sort of physical contact. especially in public (i.e hand holding, arm around your waist or shoulders, or (clothing permitted) a hand in your back pocket

-every morning you'd go and get coffee for the both of you from the patisserie around the block, because it has the best cold brew in Piltover

-"thank you darling, you didn't have to"

- she's taken to calling you "darling" or "love"

-in the beginning there was a lot of dancing around her status as a Kiramman, and she tried her best to keep her personal and public lives separate, causing a bit of tension between the two of you

-it felt like a proposal the first time she asked you to be her date to one of her parent's charity galas

-this woman showed up at your door in a three piece blue and gold suit. you almost fainted.

-the whole night was full of surprises. for you and caitlyn's parents. it's not that they weren't supportive of you, just not what they were expecting, they explained to you with terse smiles.

-caitlyn rescued you by asking you to dance

-not only is she an amazing dancer, but she was the one leading. she was totally relaxed as the two of you waltzed your way around the floor, keeping a quiet conversation with you. you on the other hand, were trying not to die.

-about three months later, you moved into caitlyn's apartment

- Caitlyn has two smiles, her "kiramman" smile and her "Y/n" smile.

-her kiramman smile was reserved, forces and constantly gracing her face in public.

_her y/n smile was her genuine, ear-to-ear grin, the one reserved for the nights when the two of you have had maybe a little too much to drink and you've said something that wasn't actually that funny, but still gor caitlyn to bust a gut.

-she is literally the sweetest person ever. no i will not be elaborating on this.

-love language is probably affirming words. Hearing you say "I love you" is worth more to her than any amount of sex

-although the sex is great

-asking her to sit down so you can give her a kiss on the forehead

-an absolute slut for you in her clothes

-she pretends to be annoyed when you're lounging around the house in one of her shirts, but she's actually just thinking about how adorable you look

-her morning voice <3

-definitely prefers being the big spoon

-loves it when you wake her up by playing with her hair

-extremely protective/dominant/confident in public, but so soft behind closed doors

-that said, this woman is so smooth.

-she may be the one person who can actually use pick up lines without them sounding cheesy

-her accent

-takes a lot to get her flustered, but it's not impossible (hint: she has a very sensitive back)

-on the rare occasion that the two of you argue, it's usually about caitlyn's job.

-she tends to get carried away when she's working on a case and in doing so, she often forgets to take care of herself

-you just want her to be healthy

-when she's overworked like that, she tends to get snappy, and short tempered, which adds a lot of strain to the situation

-after a good nights sleep, she's usually more agreeable and feels quite guilty about your spat.

-if you're lucky this will get you free breakfast.

-lots and lots of shoulder/neck kisses

-likes to do your laundry to show that she cares

-often times you’ll find all your clothes neatly folded and clean, and you just absolutely melt

- you like to make sure that she’s taking care of herself, and you often do this by bringing food by the office or dragging her out of said office to get some sleep 

-give her kisses, she’s tired

-Caitlyn adores when you sit on her lap. it’s something that she finds soft and affectionate, as well as incredibly sexy. 

-when she’s too tired to do it herself, she will often ask you to read aloud from whatever book she’s been reading while she lays on your lap. sometimes they’re case files or textbooks, and other times they’re novels but no matter what you’re reading these moments are always special

-I feel like Caitlyn is really good at comforting. whether it’s offering words or hugs or just listening to you rant she’s amazing at it. she always manages to make you feel better if you’ve had a bad day

-with cait working most of the time, and your own personal occupation there’s not a ton of downtime other than those late night/early morning hours

-but when you do have downtime together, you two often spend it just enjoying each other’s company. cuddling on the couch or walking through piltover or grabbing a drink

-when cait has a weekend off, sometimes you two will drive up to her parent’s summer home. caitlyn likes taking you to her old shooting range, and showing you how to shoot a rifle. 

-sometimes you just sit and watch

-surprise hugs/kisses

-maybe spoils you a little bit...things like expensive chocolates or cashmere sweaters, things too nice to buy for yourself. 

-loves you in her clothes

caitlyn is so