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Talk About A Celebration - Franco Colapinto x Reader
Summary: Fans are endeared by your relationship with Franco. Although, it doesnât take long to discover that his announcement to F1 had more exciting results for the long-term couple
Warnings: Fluff. Pregnancy. Suggesitve comments. Had to adjust the timeline slightly to make this workÂ
Requested: Yes by anon
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AUG 2024
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williamsracing franco colapinto to race for the reminder of the 2024 season, alongside alex albon
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its_yn if anyone can hear screaming, yes, that is me
user1 i cannot wait for everyone to finally understand how great yn isÂ
â user2 i can. i fear we need to gatekeep franco and yn
francolapinto thank you so much for this opportunityÂ
â its_yn donât pretend to be calm. youâre going to meet THE lewis hamilton. i know youâre freaking out inside
â user3 who is this and why is she all over the postÂ
â user4 oh dear. we have to deal with the f1 girlies not knowing who yn isÂ
alex_albon welcome to the team!Â
user5 where have williams been hiding him?!Â
user6 oh, well hello there
officialmpmotorsport theyâre your problem now
â user7 what does this mean?
â its_yn rudeÂ
user8 i was upset when i heard logan was being replaced but i think i might be able to forgive this
lilymhe @/its_yn i cannot wait to have another williams girl to gossip withÂ
â its_yn i canât wait to have a conversation with someone that isnât about tyres
â francolapinto you said you loved my tyre talk :(
user9 quick update for those who donât follow f2. yn is francoâs girlfriend. has been since they were 15. no, sheâs not a gold digger. no, sheâs not with him because heâs an f1 driver. and the biggest no, he will not date you because he is down bad for his girl
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its_yn my baby is finally an f1 driver! iâm so proud of you, franco. this is everything youâve dreamed of đ©”
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francolapinto i love you so much cariño
francolapinto i canât wait to celebrate with you later ;)Â
â williamsracing weâre going to have to media train you, arenât we?
â user10 no! donât take him away from usÂ
user11 not her posting the most boyfriend coded pics of him
dennis_hauger iâm just so glad it means i escape having pics of me taken whilst i nap
â its_yn oh, hun. i will literally see you in monza
â dennis_hauger crap
user12 i acc canât wait to watch yn terrorise the f1 grid like she did the f2 gridÂ
â its_yn i didnât terrorise anyone. i was making friends
olliebearman i thought i was getting rid of you! why are you following me
â francolapinto donât be like that. i know you missed me
â user13 iâve seen enough. get this man a seat for 2025
alex_albon iâm not sure i want you in the garage anymore. it sounds like you terrorise teammates
â lilymhe iâm so excited!Â
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SEP 2024
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williamsracing scored his first ever points in formula 1, in only his second race. ladies and gentleman, franco colapinto
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user1 okay but the way he kissed yn and spun her around after he come out of parc ferme
user2 franco has been serving this weekend. both with boyfriend material and points
â user3 yes! the way heâs had a hand on yn all weekend? we love a protective boyfriendÂ
its_yn what an amazing day for our williams boys!Â
â lilymhe my ears are still ringing from your screams
â its_yn donât act like you werenât jumping up and down with me
â francolapinto you were jumping?! you promised to rest
user4 i had my doubts but this little flirt has blown me away
user5 iâve seen enough. franco colapinto for wdc 2025 liked by its_yn
alex_albon iâm still deeply hurt that you wonât come out and celebrate with us
â francolapinto yes, but yn wonât be drinking tonight so we wouldnât be much fun
â its_yn oh yeah, blame me. iâm the fun suckerÂ
â user6 i bet sheâll be sucking something tonight liked by francolapinto
user7 franco is so unhinged and i love him for it
user8 i canât believe franco isnât able to celebrate his points because his gf said soÂ
â user9 actually, i donât think sheâs very well and franco is taking care of her, like a caring boyfriend does
â user10 yeah apparently she was throwing up before the raceÂ
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JAN 2025
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its_yn baby colapinto coming to a paddock near you in may 2025Â
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user1 she is so iconic hahaÂ
user2 omg sheâs pregnant?! i just diedÂ
user3 literal mother
williamsracing congratulations, you two! putting in a request for baby headphones right now
user4 every time these two post, iâm reminded of how chronically single i am
â user5 because imagine falling in love at 15 and then being with that one person for lifeÂ
â user6 poor girl has never had another dick
â francolapinto and she never will!Â
lilymhe this post has been up for two minutes and iâve already bought 5 baby things
â alex_albon sheâs not joking
â user7 alex and lily taking uncle/aunt role seriouslyÂ
user8 wait, if sheâs due in may, that means sheâs currently 5 months pregnant
â user8 which means she got pregnant in august. what happened in august? colapintoâs f1 seat was announced!Â
â user9 aha itâs a celebration babyÂ
â its_yn @/francolapinto i told you theyâd figure it out. they put it together when kevin got poleÂ
user10 omg! franco is gonna be a dilfÂ
â francolapinto @/its_yn pay up
â its_yn youâre not hot enough to be a dilf
â francolapinto thatâs not what you said when i was getting you pregnantÂ
â williamsracing you know, now that youâre with us for the 2025 season, weâre going to have to media train you
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francolapinto not long nowÂ
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alex_albon canât believe itâs a boy. poor yn has to deal with two of youÂ
â francolapinto if it isnât broken, no need to fix itÂ
officialmpmotorsport what do you mean williams get to enjoy baby colapinto and we donât? give him back!Â
user1 the kiss with the blue background? cinematic masterpiece
â its_yn thank you. iâve been training him since he was 15. heâs still a work in progress though
â francolapinto oi!Â
user2 yn gives off such boy mom vibes
â its_yn thatâs because iâve been trying to talk franco out of danger for yearsÂ
williamsracing cake? youâre supposed to be staying in shape!Â
â francolapinto iâve been doing a lot of cardioÂ
â user3 yeah, we all know what that means, sir
its_yn iâm still mad at you for scooping your cake out faster than i did
â francolapinto iâm sorry! i got too excited and i moved as soon as you said go
â user4 oh bless him. his super fast reaction time got him into trouble
â its_yn his lack of super fast reaction time is what got me pregnantÂ
â williamsracing we saw that! media training for you too
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its_yn matias william colapinto
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alex_albon oh wow. are you sure that baby is half franco? heâs too cuteÂ
â its_yn well, i did all the work
user5 did franco pick his middle name?
â its_yn yes -_-
â williamsracing we approve
â francolapinto come on, they are the reason we have the baby
user6 milf yn!Â
â its_yn finally!Â
lewishamilton congratulations mum and dad. heâs adorable
â its_yn @/francolapinto i heard you scream from the other side of the house
â user7 i love how heâs been on the grid for months now and become a father but still hasnât gotten over his awe for lewisÂ
user8 i sense a franco colapinto maiden win coming this year with his new lucky charm
â user9 and with it another baby haha
â its_yn no, thank you
â francolapinto yes, please
user10 franco about to make his own f1 grid liked by francolapinto
â its_yn franco! stop liking all these posts about more babies!Â
â francolapinto can we practice at least?Â
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Then it made me understand the importance of being with my pain, to have moments where i donât look away or cover it with technique after technique. The only true way out of trauma is through. So i honor its good intentions for me. Trauma is emotional energy through hypervigilance, that once converted and in full throttle can take a person as far as their bodies can hold it together. After that crisis. The emotional energy typically has the ability to become inner focused, spiritually focused. Now at that point, when the person alone realizes responsibility, nothing can stop them.
If a person thought survival was dependant on their ability to adapt/accomodate the caregivers ability to meet their needs, i.e fawning. Then that alone can give them an insight into people that most others never will have access to. Once the insight into others stabilizes holistically into self-knowledge. It can make them so self-obsessed and in love with that process that they are free to gloat in how it makes people sick of them.
You cannot make me look away or disconnect anymore. The disagreeable reach further for good reason. They criticize you but their knees would snap from a week in your shoes. No one really has the emotional bandwidth to hold space for you, no one cares that much. Nor can you or should you expect it. Only you care that much because your survival used to depend on it in your view. But it does not anymore.
So when self-caring becomes self-focused, all bets are off. I.e when a person cares enough about themselves, because they are all theyâve got in the end. Instead of caring about the conditioned and confused responses of others, that in turn came from the limited minds of other wounded people. An inheritance of limitation that has only gotten those people as far as theyâve gotten. They will experience the mercy they seek, i am either merciless to myself and merciful to others, or i begin to give myself mercy instead of seeking it externally.
âFuck forgiveness, i donât need your permission to live, think and feel as i wish.â
Trauma can make a person strong but if said person is traumatized theyâll likely think âforce and defenseâ is the way out. Or the healing fantasy of otherness. Iâve personally found that learning about and practicing healthy processing and functioning and the manifestations of self-love and self-focus is the way out. The personal permission slip of letting myself show up as âone lifeâ with everything i am at all times is as well. Of seeing that despite my trauma, my heart beats and my breath occurs without my command, this is life.
We are âhuman beingsâ not âhumans doingâ. Nothing needs to be done in truth; other than to âbeâ. This is the spiritual truth. Now, the spiritual realm can supercharge all of it too. Learning to stack positivity and health in every aspect of life is a big one too for me. Finally though, the difficult emotions have to be felt all the way through, so they lose power over us, this is where i see the benefits of therapy. What is healthy for us never seizes, same for what is unhealthy. No matter how convincing the mind gets.
Finally now, this life is to me, a ridiculously profound experience and exploration.
I was given a beautiful spirit in the womb of my mother, this spirit is a sun shining, no matter how dark the clouds get.
My childhood trauma didn't make me stronger. it made me a people pleaser. it made me forgive way too much. it made me not speak when i'm supposed to. it made me an extreme empath.
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I like to think that a soft and gentle man like Nanami has to be the roughest in bed. Just the thought makes me MELT.
The moment both of you stumble into your shared bedroom, The second the door closes behind with a 'click', he has you against the now closed door, your wrists are tightened with a single grip of his. His other hand harshly pulls down your panties to cup your wet pussy. His middle finger rubbing circle on your sensitive nub as he hums in delight of the way your thighs tremble. Maybe he will catch you off-guard by stopping midway to earn a whimper or two, then plunging his thick fingers, he would love how your eyes roll back in ecstasy as you try to stand still with your back arches in pleasure. "You're leaking all over my fingers, baby" you hum lightly, arching your back against him, "missed me that badly, sweetheart?"
He would push you on to the bed as he takes off his shirt in a hurry that he might break a few buttons. The way you look splayed on the bed with those eyes filled with desire. Gosh, it's doing things to him, his cock twitching and bopping up at the sight. And it hurts but in a good way that he wants to grip his length to be inside you after so long. He was thinking of you all day long, all those flirty comments you make, nanami never falter, not even a little bit or break a sweat in public, but that exact man is in front of you right now, ripping his shirt off and his face practically painted red, flushed.
After he gets on top of you and looks down at you, narrowing his eyes as he drinks down your state under him, and how you get embarrassed of the way he is looking at you and turns out you look away at last is what he loves the most, so he can make you look at him and spout the filthiest things with a playful smirk. "Weren't so shy in all those messages, what's wrong now? Cannot even look me in the eye anymore?" He would make you look at him, brushing his thumb past your lower lip as he leaned down to kiss you messy. Oh and btw he definitely is a man to talk you through it and knowing you like it like that. As you try to accommodate his size, he would run his fingers down your thighs reassuringly while his other hand rub your puffy clit. "Aren't you a good girl? Take it, i know you can" And when he manages to slip it all in, kissing your most sensitive area as your thighs literally tremble, he would coo in your ear, a sweet praise for making him feel so good. "Godd, i might cum if you squeeze me that hard, shitâ haa im trying, baby, am i being good nhmm?" All of his senses will drown in your moans, later as he would start thrusting in you roughly. It's like he uses you for his own pleasure, slapping your ass and pulling on your hair. But you notice faintly the way his roughness crumbles, kissing your teary eyes and capturing your lips as he pounds into you, your moans drowning in between those kisses.
I might be a lil too feral for him but like, look at him, he is Nanami Kento
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to me there are essentially two ways this shakes out. either buck is going to try and be supportive, while fighting against his natural instinct to blow the whole place up. and he ends up making a series of baffling, but comical decisions to try and make eddie stay â choices that heâs making mostly subconsciously. but then when it comes down to the wire and he realizes that he actually cannot prevent eddie from moving he just goes âokay well iâve decided iâm coming with you.â and eddieâs like âbuck you canât do that. you have a life hereâ and buck is like âwell not without you and chris. itâs not the same.â and whatever. it doesnât end up mattering and somehow eddie moving is averted and everyone ends up in LA. yay! but itâs still like. buck buckley why did you do that. the other option is eddie does make it to el paso and buck just shows up outside his door like a sick dog trying to make his way back to his owner and he pulls out those big, wet eyes and goes pleaseeee come back eddie. i have never felt worse in my life. actually. and i canât take it anymore. what do i have to do to get you to come back? and also itâs raining. while he says all this.
#secret third option is EDDIE goes crazy and asks buck to come with HIM#stvc:#911 abc#911 spoilers#buddie
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Haitani Rindou is known to not be a very serious person.
There is nothing serious about him at all. He liaises with a bored look on his face, doesn't really attend executive meetings unless Mikey is there, and spends the rest of his days at his own club drowning in the girls, the music or the alcohol, and maybe letting off some steam by snatching away Sanzu's job.
But he is serious today. Angry, even.
The air is tense and it reeks of expensive European cologne when he steps one foot into the room. Briefcases filled with illegal substances welcomes his sight on the coffee table and tall stacks of cold, hard cash residing on his desk.
A man sits with one dirty shoe on his favourite British-imported sofa smoking a cigar, and Kokonoi Hajime on the opposite couch calm and collected.
There is also a girl crawling on all fours with a hot pink leash on her neck, tighter than a dog's collar.
Her skin glimmers under the dim lighting äž with hints of blood that he could still recognise across her arms, but mostly with sweat. Her lips are pale, wobbly, and tears are pouring out of her sockets. Hurt and fear evident in her eyes.
She is you.
The dress that he got you äž handpicked for you delicately äž all ripped and torn and it barely clings onto your body anymore like it did all the time. You look like you're about to pass out anytime soon.
Haitani Rindou is filled with rage.
"Ah, Haitani! Just the man that I was looking for. Come, have a seat." The man invites with a huge menacing grin on his face, as he puts out the cigar on his expensive sofa.
It's my fucking office, you motherfucker.
Mario Ricci äž he thinks it was, pauses counting the stacks of cash in his hands when Rindou does not move as he says. "Hmm?" He follows along his gaze which turns out to be stuck at you on the floor. His Italian accent is thick and heavy when he speaks, almost sounding like an ancient bard.
"I was passing through your halls and I saw this wonderful beauty standing right there, and I thought," he pauses, bending down slow to look at you.
"She'd be a perfect little mutt."
He tugs on the leash looped around his left hand, hard. His cologne fills up your nostrils from the distance and it is the only thing you can breathe in. More tears pool around your eyes as you cough äž your throat is sore and the skin around it hurts. The buckle pushes hard against the side of your neck and he tugs another time.
"You wouldn't mind if I took this one home with me, yeah? You have plenty of sluts in your establishment already." There is a teasing glint in his eyes when he finally lets go, only to reach down and drag on your disheveled locks of hair.
He guides you like that äž impatient and harsh äž while you struggle with movement because you cannot look down at your hands, as you carefully crawl against the carpeted floor with your scalp red and painful.
You start sobbing again when he pulls away, and you lock eyes with the man that owns you, standing by the door.
There is fire in his eyes when he finally sees the picture that Mario painted for him. You're kneeling between his legs with two palms flat on the floor, catching your breath with uncontrollable drool dripping off your tongue.
Like a damn dog.
"God, she'd make a damn good slut. But I'm sure you already are during your time here, yeah, baby?" He taps on your cheek and swipes the drool away.
Your gaze is cloudy when you stare into Rindou's eyes. You're broken and battered. Your eyes no longer bright and shiny as when they used to admire him in the night, in his bed, when you'd draw your fingers along the lines and curves of his tattoos äž they're filled with fear and you are so tired. You're shaking all around and you're so cold. You're a lot colder than what he's used to letting you feel. His fists tighten any more, deep in his pockets.
But he can still read you like an open book.
"This is a five million dollar deal." Kokonoi cuts in. "Can we be fucking serious? Just take the slut for free, Ricci. She's yours. We have more important things to talk about."
A quiet mewl escapes your throat when Mario grins, very satisfied with Kokonoi's words. You start to cry, begging, when he wraps a hand around your chin and bends down to give your cheek a wet kiss, disgustingly. You don't look away from Rindou the whole time.
Please don't give me away.
The sound of a gun clicking catches everyone's attention. You look him dead in the eye and he can hear you loud and clear.
Haitani Rindou isn't serious about a lot of things.
"Fucking let her go."
But he is serious about you.
"Or I'll put a bullet through your throat and it'll be no deal for all of us."
His own slut.
His favourite girl.
Sequel
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Whenever they are taught, such as with a social worker, they're usually centered around understanding other people's emotions through our specific cultural tells, while assuming the primal emotive signals are simply naturally intuited. Because my autism is hyperempathetic, I got the hang of understanding other people really well and so was deemed I didn't need a social worker or para to assist me anymore, which for the most part was correct. One of the issues I do still struggle with is introspection, because while I can mirror to act and react like a normal person as a result of observation and dissection, I cannot compare and contrast my brain signals to your brain signals. So when my emotions produce an unknown reaction, and no one else can figure out what's going on it takes a lot of effort and time to gradually conceptualize why I'm paralyzed by a simple task.
This chart is absolutely excellent as it helps lead a train of thought for you, so you're not as stuck trying to break down what you're feeling when concepts aren't clicking.
Thereâs a reason lots of good parents say to babies stuff like
âYouâre excited to go to the park!â
âOh, it makes you mad that we canât go outside.â
And then when the babies get a little bit older the parents can say
âYou seem upset. Are you sad?â
âAre you excited that gramma is coming over today?â
Which lets the kid (who is learning to utilize speech) respond with yes or no, which may prompt more questions, like
âSo you arenât sad, are you angry?â
âYes, does it make you happy when gramma is here?â
And then, finally, when the child is learning to use language in a more complex way, the parents can say,
âHow does it make you feel?â
âWhy are you feeling like that?â
And itâs all about teaching emotional awareness. I really reccomend using the process on yourself. Learn to ask, âam I happy?â âAm I sad?â âAm I anxious?â
Then practice identifying, out loud or on paper if you can, âIâm happy.â âIâm upset.â âIâm sad.â âIâm anxious.â
Final step: âWhy am I feeling anxious? Iâm still thinking about that awkward conversation earlier.â âWhy am I happy? Itâs such a beautiful day outside.â âWhy am I sad? None of my friends are responding to my messages.â
It really helps you notice patterns (âIâm more likely to be happy when Iâm around this person.â âWhen I havenât eaten, I often feel angry.â âIf I donât plan ahead, I get anxious.â) which is the first step in avoiding things and people that are bad for you and encouraging things and people that are good.
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Who wants to hear my stupid thoughts about Aether and Phantom and irresponsible use of medical equipment?
(I just think all quints are allowed to be weird about medical stuff ok)
When Phantom begins training in the infirmary theyâre SO excited. Everything is so cool and they get to look at blood and bones and see how those weird little human creatures work. Unfortunately for Aether that means theyâre very distracted most of the time. He tries to teach them about what a machine does and how to use it and the information does in one ear and out the other.
Fortunately by this point Arther knows how to calm the bug down, burn out his little starâs excess energy so theyâll pay attention. A quickie in the bathroom. Using his quint to make them cum untouched. Anything along those lines really. One good orgasm and Phantom is so calm and attentive. They canât take their fucking eyes off Aether if they tried.
Theyâre almost done with their training at this point. Aether takes bug to learn about the ultrasound machine and the plethora of things it can be used to for. But theyâre not paying any attention, more so than usual. Itâs not their fault Swiss and Rain were teasing them all day with quick little kisses and hands that wandered too far. They donât hear a word Aether says. The only thing in their mind is images of behind sandwiched between a multi ghoul and a water ghoul. Every hole filled.
Unfortunately bug still doesnât have a grasp over their quint yet and Aether can feel the lust radiating off of them. He likes to think he has golden self control, for a ghoul at least, but he cannot take it anymore. He calls Phantom out on not paying attention and ever the people pleaser they babble and apologize and promise theyâre listening. Aether just shakes his head and decides a hands on lesson is needed to make sure they really are learning.
He gets Phantom up on the table and preps the machine. Just a check up he claims. Just to show them how it works and what to look for. He tugs the waistband of their pants down just enough to run the probe over their stomach. He shows them what their uterus looks like. How empty it is. Phantom is downright fascinated being able to actually see inside of themselves like that. This actually does get them to pay attention. Maybe a little too well, but Aether wonât complain.
They donât notice slide his free hand down. They donât notice him shimmy his pants down just enough to pull out his half hard cock. They barely acknowledge Aether pulling their pants down more. Probably just to get better access. Well they are right about that. Everything Aether does goes unnoticed until they feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against their cunt. Already fucking drooling from fantasizing about Swiss and Rain all damn day.
They try to question him but Aeth just shush them and tells them they need to know what it looks like filled too. He slips inside and makes Phantom keep their eyes on the screen so they can watch him fuck into them.
They cum so hard so fast. Something about being able to see the head of Aetherâs cock pounding into them while feeling it just makes them burn.
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samevan i need you to happen so bad you wanna be canon soooooooo badddd
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sharp
characters: boothill, gn!reader contains: little angst that's resolved by the end. boothill is terrified of love
wc: 1148
a/n: i love boothill so much that i needed to write something with thought and emotion and not just smut. i have 3 other boothill fics in the works because i keep getting ideas. girl help
You have always loved softly. You know this, have embraced it, giving your soft touches and quiet words freely. Boothill has forgotten how to love. It has been so long since he loved that his love has turned sharp, pierces through his heart and wounds him so deeply he canât stand it. He cannot recall how to love like you do anymoreâ he can only scream the depths of his affection from the rooftops, harsh and loud, and hold you so tightly he swears youâll break. He has become so sharp heâs afraid, afraid heâll puncture your soft skin, afraid the razor edge of his smile will leave you bleeding.
Fear doesnât suit Boothill, but you see it in every glance he gives you. It drives you insane, the way his expression sobers when heâs around you. That near-constant smile of his drops clean from his face, turning into the gentle slope of a frown that just doesnât look right on him. Existing in the same room as him has become suffocating, the sheer longing in his being crashing from his body in waves so strong theyâre capable of sending you to your knees. Still, he withdraws-- his touches have become few and far between, and when you tell him you love him, that look of anguish he gives you nearly breaks you.
âIâm not fragile, you know. Youâre not going to snap me in half,â you tell him, stepping closer to him, and it doesnât escape you the way that he leans back slightly, that all familiar expression bubbling up in his eyes.
âI⊠I canât, darlinâ,â he says in return, voice laced with yearning that he refuses to address, and your own eyes turn desperate, though you know you canât force anything. You want to reach out and grab him so badly, to press yourself against him and thread your hands through his hair and tell him itâs okay, that you know he would never hurt you on purpose, that anything he does you can take-- but you know itâll make it worse. You know itâll drive the knife in his heart a thousand times deeper.
Instead, you reach out your hand.
He looks at it questioningly, lips slightly parted in a question, and you just gesture until he gets the memo-- you would almost think his mechanics were malfunctioning, the way his hand stutters on the way to yours, and when his fingers brush against yours ever so lightly you smile at him, a smile so soft and patient he feels like a wounded animal before you. Gently, you lead him to the couch, sitting down and motioning for him to sit beside you. He does, taking a seat right in the middle of the late afternoon sun filtering through the blinds, and it lights his hair up golden.
âDo you love me, Boothill?â you start simply, knowing without a shadow of a doubt that this man was head over heels for you. He nods, not a sliver of hesitation running through his veins.
âMore than life itself,â he says, and you hum in acknowledgement. You run your thumb over his knuckles, and that everlasting ache in his eyes intensifies.
âThen whatâs stopping you?â you ask, and he goes silent. His head dips, and you can feel him struggle, at war with his own thoughts.
âI ainât too good with words, darlinâ,â, he admits, and you donât miss that little undercurrent of shame in his tone. You tilt your head slightly, leaning back slightly to make yourself just a bit more comfortable in the cushions.
âThink about it. I can wait as long as you need,â you say, and his gaze flickers up to meet yours for a moment before it goes back to your hands resting softly on each other. He takes a minute or so, refusing to make eye contact for its entirety and then some.
âYou donât deserve a man like me,â he starts, and you huff, rolling your eyes. Of course he would land on a reason so basic and absurd. No, you needed him to unpack that a little more, dive a bit deeper.
âWhy?â you probe further, and he takes another pause.
âI ainât fit for much but shootinâ these days, darlinâ. Havenât loved anything in so long I think Iâve forgotten how.â Heâs still looking at anything but your face, and itâs almost boyish, the way heâs near hiding. You reply as easily as breathing.
âYou can always relearn,â you say, and his eyes finally snap to yours.
âWhat if I mess up? What if I hurt you?â he says, urgent, and your voice is ever calm in contrast. You send him another small smile.
âOh, you will,â you say with finality, and his face scrunches up-- he moves to pull away his hand, but youâve suddenly tightened your grip, and he gives up and leaves it there without too much resistance. Youâre too calm about this, too willing.
âThen why would I-â
âBoothill,â you interrupt, and he shuts up the moment the words leave your mouth. âDid you make mistakes when you became a parent?â
Understanding the point youâre getting at, he frowns. âOf course I did, but-â
âDo you regret it then? Being her dad?â
That stops him in his tracks.
âOf course not. I⊠she was my little girl, darlinâ, my pride and joy,â he says, and you can hear the hurt in his voice, the wistfulness as heâs taken many years into the past. Part of you regrets bringing her up, but you know he needs a personal analogy to get out of the headspace heâs in and sheâs the only example you can think of.
âThen do you regret loving me?â you ask quietly.
âThere is not a single damn reality where I regret loving you, darlinâ,â he answers you, face dead serious, and it soothes your heart. Thatâs all the answer you need from him and he knows it-- you just look at him, face softening as you wait for him to connect the dots and piece together what youâre implying.
That itâs worth it. That a life in which you have loved and experienced pain is worth more than a thousand lifetimes without loving. That mistakes are inevitable and a part of anything. That you know all this and have accepted it wholly-- have accepted him wholly, him in all his imperfections.Â
He looks back at you. He looks back at you and swears he sees the whole world-- you in the sunlight, infinitely forgiving and merciful, and he nearly renounces his faith then and there. Forget the Hunt-- forget Lan, forget any Aeon and the paths they have built. Compared to the divinity before him, they are nothing, and he knows his heart must answer in kind.
He reaches out tentatively to touch your face, and you swear you melt.
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I'm not sure if they run in the US or not or if so whether they're as good, but if you're in the UK, donate to the YMCA instead!!! (Despite the name, they don't just take men anymore!)
They're so, so good to the people they take in, and provide great, clean and safe places to stay both short term and longer term as well. (Also, in most long term places police officers cannot enter the building AT ALL without a warrant or the YMCA will sue their asses off. I'm not sure how it works with short term buildings but I imagine they have similar rules.)
Not only that but they actually work together with people to find them long term housing, arrange benefits and help them with job applications to help them afford said housing, connect them with their selected addiction and harm reduction services, and generally just care about improving their lives. And they have the building's case worker around all day most days specifically to deal with residents' concerns and help fix their issues, too. And if you have problems with that individual? There's a number to call to speak to someone else up on the notice board near the entrance.
Really the only issue I had there is that in longer term housing maintainance can enter your place without permission if you're not present at the time, which felt a little uncomfortable since I had the elevator maintainance door thing in mine, but I understand why.
Anyway, definitely donate your money to the YMCA. They put out requests for clothing donations when they need certain things, but fortunately they get a lot of their donations directly from the manufacturers or buy them in bulk instead (since there's so many locations, it works out much cheaper.) But you can donate to their charity shops to help them gather funds instead! Everything sellable goes straight to the shop floor or is sent to other shops with fewer items coming in. I've seen some really nice valuables in there that definitely wouldn't make it to the shop floor in a lot of places.
Sorry for the long rant but I am so, so passionate about them after what they did for me.
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Kieran: Weâre going undercover. I will be Vaughn Tom Tucker, a gruff, spitting, punch-you-in-the-gut sailor man whoâs taking a little break on dry land, but just until my girlfriend, Cangela, gets out of lady jail. *spits in Sylus' trashcan*
Sylus: Did you just.. spit in my trash can?
Kieran: No, Vaughn did. Thereâs some tobacco in there, too. Vaughn chews it, but it makes Kieran super dizzy.
Luke, proudly: And I am Twink Tucker-
Kieran: YOU CANNOT CHOOSE YOUR OWN NAME ANYMORE.
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BBC The One Show Anon - take 2
I was finally given the right link for that interview (merci Ă toi, toujours â€ïžâ€ïž), and so I can answer you now with a short transcript:
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Their short moment starts at the 06:55 mark and well, it is now clear *** has no qualms in pushing hard the 'couple/chemistry' motif, for shameless promo purposes - it's all about the đ·đ·đ·, amnesia doughnuts on top. The two hosts have no problem saying things as... 'let's say hello to our first guests this evening, a couple who love nothing more than a good drama: they are the stars of the hit time-traveling show Outlander, CB and SH'. Now imagine you have no damn idea about These Two, OL, nor the entire shitshow: you'd have no problem buying this as cute, legit information, since especially C is not very helpful in the Narrative Department. But we know the drama and the shitshow this simple detail creates every day, don't we (also, 'delusional', ROFLMAO)? It wouldn't have cost a single dime to clearly say 'a TV couple', unless... Unless (yes, I hear the Mordor drums, Fernando, let them bark).
The host in red (sorry, my knowledge of BBC's talk show hosts is below sea level) goes on to help situate C for the average viewer: 'now, C, people would know you from lots of different stuff including Belfast of Kenneth Branagh, but this [OL] is the thing, isn't it, that people really like going on about'. She then proceeds to ask her if it is true than when she got the part, she wasn't really excited about it. It took me five seconds to realize she was asking about OL, not Belfast.
The rest of it is nothing to write home about, except the brief holding hands moment. Mind you, he took her hand (so long for all the dead souls who thought he wasn't touching her in public anymore).
Also, this beatific smile. It's almost as if The Flying Scotsman would have punched her in the gut and for the life of me, I cannot find any reasonable explanation for such an extravagance (đ):
Hope that helps. Good night ;)
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Lady in Waiting-Part 12//King Hal
Warnings: mention of sex
A few weeks laterâŠ
You sat in the palace library with Hal, curled up in the lap of the King as he read aloud from a historical story.
The both of you cupped your slightly rounded belly. You relaxed your head against his chest. His voice was soothing as he read, you closed your eyes, thinking you would be lulled to sleep at any moment.
A few moments after closing your eyelids, you heard him say, "Well, if I am putting you to sleep, I cannot imagine what I am doing to the baby." he sighed.
"Oh Hal," you opened your eyes, looking up at him as you touched his face, "the baby does not care, as long as they hear their daddy's soothing voice, they are happy."
"You do not think a King will be too boring as a parent?" he asked, not shying away from being vulnerable with you.
"Of course not!â you tucked your finger onto his chin, making him look you in the eyes. âThis child will be delighted to learn from their father and their king. You are so dear Hal, you will always be there for them and they will love you no matter what."
He hummed with a gleeful grin, rubbing your stomach. He kissed your firmly on the temple, "I cannot wait to meet him or her. I hope they are just like you, and I shall fall in love with them the same way."
You snuggled him closer, taking the fabric of his lightweight cloak into your fist. âAnd I hope they are strong and intelligent, like their father.â
âYou flatter me too much, my sweet girl.â he leaned in, kissing your lips this time. âWe should retire for the evening. You will need rest, especially after a round of lovemaking.â he smirked cheekily at you before rising up from couch you were sharing.
Your heart sank a little, having to tell him the news from the doctor. âOh Hal, about that⊠we really should not take part in intimacy, not like that anyway.â
The King blinked a few times, confused, âWhat? Why?â
âThe doctor said he would not recommend it during the pregnancy. âIt is such a fragile time for a womanâ, he said.â
âBut I would be most gentle.â he cooed, moving toward you, taking your hands into his.
You blushed, even after everything you had been through together, he still had the ability to make you feel weak in the knees. "I know you would." you squeezed his hands, "But let's talk about this later. I want to get some sleep, I wish to speak with the Queen tomorrow." You dropped one of his hands and tucked your fingers into the laces of his other hand to lead him to your bedchambers.
"Hm." he hummed, "Are you sure that the timing is right, my love?"
"I think so. We have to try at some point.â
.........
The next morning, you knocked on Queen Sophia's door.
"Enter!" she called.
You pushed the door open, smiling softly at her as you stepped into her room with light caution. You did not expect objects to be flung at you, but you did not expect the warmest of welcomes either. "Hello, Your Grace."
"Oh, y/n." she answered, smiling back at you.
"Is it alright if I come in?"
"Yes, of course, please." she said calmly, gesturing for you to have a seat on her bed as she was sat down at her vanity.
You smoothed the back of your dress as you sat down and placed your hands on your lap. Clearing your throat, you started, "Sophia, I am forever sorry for hurting you the way I did."
"I know you are, y/n. But there is no reason to apologize anymore. I understand." she was shockingly calm.
"What do you... understand?" you frowned.
"You and I have been intertwined for a long time. And it's taken these last few weeks for me to realize how much I have taken you for granted. So it is I who should apologize to you. I am sorry for not treating you better all these years.â
You sighed, shaking your head, "It is okay."
"What I understand, is that you love him. That he is the only thing you have ever had that is just yours. It is a special thing, and I am happy for you."
"Thank you, Sophia. That means so very much to hear it from you." you wanted to touch her hand, to let her feel your warmth, but you kept still for now.
"You deserve happiness, more than anyone I know. Old Lady Agnes has been helping me these last few weeks, doing handmaiden things.â she shrugged, âAnd I have realized that it was never really about fixing my hair or picking my dresses, but it was you. You were a friend to me, a confidant, when I really did not deserve one." It was difficult for Sophia to say, she looked down at her lap.
You felt sad for her, remembering that you really cared for her as well. You sniffed, and touching her shoulder you said, "Everyone deserves a friend."
The Queen blinked back tears as she stood, opening up her arms for an embrace.
You obliged, standing as well and hugging her for the first time ever. It was soft, warm, and absolutely genuine. "Oh, my Queen. Could we be friends, do you think?"
"Yes, I would love that.â she pulled away from the embrace, holding onto your upper arms, âWe can do everything we used to do, but you would not be my servant." she pulled away from the hug, clapping her hands together and grinning from ear to ear, "Oh this is going to be such fun! I promise there will be no jealousy. I want you and Hal to be happy. I think your child will be such a blessing.â
Smiling, you added, âI hope you will soon have a blessing of your own.â
.........
You felt so happy and warm on the inside, finally resolving with Sophia.
âIs there a reason I did not see you all day long? And why are you smiling like that, my love?â Hal questioned as you readied for bed.
âI had a great day with Sophia.â you answered.
âOh? Good, so what has she been doing with her time? Has she gone to the childrenâs shelter?â
âYes! She said she has and it has really opened her eyes. You know, she has never really known what life is like out there, beyond living in a castle. She has gotten to know some of the children there. Some of them have lost both parents, so she dotes on them, she hugs them tighter than the rest. She longs to be a mother, I know she does, Hal.â you looked at him, seeing him nod softly.
Your King took a moment to think, sitting on the bed, he asked, âDo you think I should offer myself to her?â
âOffer yourself?â you laughed, âLike a servant?â You walked over in front of him, kneeling down, touching his legs. You sighed, âMaybe you could talk to her about giving her a baby soon. Tomorrow, perhaps.â
You felt the smooth brush of his palm on your cheek as he rested his hand there. âAlright. But I need you first.â
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âWhen you look at me like that my love, I donât think I could do anything other than give in to you" - Elrond (Rings of Power) x Fem Reader
Y/n reunites with Elrond and explains that she doesn't want to be left behind when he goes on his journeys anymore.
Fluff
Word Count: 817
My requests are always open, so feel free to message me if you have an idea! I'll write for any character from The Lord of the Rings, The Hobbit, or The Rings of Power!
All the trees surrounding the city of Lindon had turned into a series of warm orange and yellow hues. Fortunate were oneâs eyes when the autumnal sun danced upon their leaves, for it seemed as if they were sparkling, making the already ethereal location even more stunning.
Y/nâs long blue velvet dress swept across the floor as she walked on the perfectly lain cobblestone path, her footsteps echoing through the open halls. Her eyes flickered from tree to tree, feeling a sense of immense happiness knowing she was once again visiting the place she loved so dearly. Delicately, she held a letter from her love, comforted by the knowledge that she would soon be in his arms.
Her elven ears slightly perked when she heard footsteps growing closer from behind. A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips when she recognized that the steps were familiar, belonging to none other than Elrond.
âMy love,â Elrond spoke, his soft voice breaking the near-silent atmosphere of the hall.
Swiftly he spun her around by the waist until her body was delicately pressed up against his. Y/n stood there momentarily, staring into his eyes, taking in all his gorgeous features before saying, âIt feels like a lifetime since I last laid eyes on you.â
Elrond laughed slightly before responding, âI agree, a few months feels more like a year when Iâm away from you,â making her blush.
âPromise me, youâll never leave me again. Life is so mundane without you, I practically died of boredom.â Y/n joked, causing the elf to smirk at her.
Tucking a strand of her long hair behind her ear, he said, âIâll try my best, but you know good and well that I canât promise something like that,â with a laugh. âMiddle Earth always has something in store for me that I cannot prepare for.â
âI canât argue with that,â she replied, âBut maybe Middle Earth will be kind enough to let us make up for the time that we have lost with each other.â
âI can only hope,â Elrond spoke, taking one of his fingers and delicately placing it under Y/nâs chin, before angling her face up so their lips could meet.
âOrâŠ,â she began, wrapping her arms around the elfâs neck, âPerhaps next time I could join you.â
A mix of surprise and concern appeared on his face, this being the first time that Y/n had ever asked to join him on one of his missions. At the same time, he couldnât help but imagine how much more enjoyable it would be for him if the love of his life accompanied him.
âI certainly wouldnât mind that, but you must know that most places I travel to are riddled with danger. Iâm not sure if Iâd be able to keep you safe,â he replied, worry prominent behind his voice.
âDarling, I have immense faith in your abilities to protect me, quite frankly, I feel safer in your arms than here,â she spoke, looking up at Elrond through her eyelashes.
Y/n had grown tired of the long days and even longer nights spent without him in various elven cities, for she never felt at home unless she was by Elrondâs side. She was willing to follow him anywhere if it meant sheâd be by his side.
âWhen you look at me like that my love, I donât think I could do anything other than give in to you,â he said turning away for a moment to hide the rosy blush creeping onto his face.
âIâm well aware,â she replied taking one of her hands and gently caressing the side of his face, âDoes that mean that I could go with you next time?â
âYes⊠but on one condition,â Elrond responded grabbing her hand from his face and placing a delicate kiss on it.
âIâd do anything,â Y/n whispered hastily, eagerly wanting to know the condition that he had thought out.
âWould you marry me?â he asked, his grey eyes softening and brimming with pure love.
Y/nâs jaw dropped slightly at his question, before she immediately jumped into Elrondâs arms, letting him spin her around in celebration. When he finally set her down, she gently grabbed both sides of his face and brought his lips to hers, planting a kiss full of pure excitement.
âIâm going to take that as a yes,â Elrond spoke, with a smile pulling at both corners of his mouth.
âItâs absolutely a yes, a thousand times yes!â she exclaimed before the elf pulled a beautiful silver ring from his pocket, adorned with the most stunning moonstone that Y/n had ever seen.
She extended her hand and watched Elrond slide it onto her index finger, immense joy running rampant through her body, making it feel like she was floating.
âI canât wait for our next journey together,â Elrond softly stated, wrapping his arms around Y/n in a loving hug.
#elrond#elrond x reader#elrond imagine#elrond fanfic#lord of the rings#lord of the rings rings of power#lord of the rings x reader#lord of the rings imagine#lord of the rings the rings of power x reader#lord of the rings the rings of power imagine
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High School Frenemy is taking over my brain and I cannot stop thinking about itÂ
I think of Saint in the past, alcoholic father, absent mother, unmoored and unrestrained, his anger festering inside himself, violence the only way to let his feelings out
And the way that Shin is his anchor, his everything, his motivation purpose and will to live, the thing most precious to him, the only person to really care about him and take care of him
And the way in the past, no matter the importance Shin had for him, how he was unable to articulate himself out loud, to share his love, his care, the way he needed to use excuses to do things for Shin
The way Saint showed his love through actions and his presence
The way his fear of Shin leaving him transformed into anger, into hurting Shine and became the biggest mistake of his life
I think of Shin in the past, absent father, a mother who left him to care for his little sister. The only person always there for him cheering his games, sharing his dream, being Saint.
How Saint was there to always take care of him in his darkest moments, to keep him from being hurt, to make him laugh
How Shin was always saying how important Saint was for him, how he was always there to save Saint from himself
And then it all went to shit and they were both left in shambles
Saint with his guilt and inability to even face Shin because of what he didÂ
Shin hurt and alone without his best friend there to help him
How their relationship was changed by the trauma and the absence, how it became this powerful thing they couldnât let go of, this hurt, this yearning, this unhealed festering wound, kept deep within themselvesÂ
The way Saint couldnât stay away from Shin and he tried to see him but was sent away by his mother, and the way he had to just accept it because he did not deserve Shin even if it was what he wanted and needed the most and how depressed it made him and how he kept trying to find indirect ways to see Shin, because even a glance would have been better than nothing
How Saint spent three years in a half-dead state, atoning for what he did to the person who mattered the most, never resorting to violence again, being beaten and taking it because it was what he deserved
How Shin named his gang Tsunami because he hadnât left even then, how all his friendships never reached the same level as the one with Saint, how there was always a wall between himself and the rest of the world, how nobody could take care of him but he took care of everyone
How he resorted to violence because he couldnât take the loneliness and anger anymore
How in a way he took Saintâs worst traits and made them a part of himself
And then I think of when they meet again, under the rain, under the same umbrella, how it felt like a miracle for Saint, his dreams coming true, Shin in his reach again, how he had another chance and he would take everything if it meant being with Shin again
And how Shin felt betrayed and was angry because he couldn't trust Shin, he couldnât believe he wouldnât run awayÂ
And so Saint had to prove it all, prove his resistance his willingness to bear it all and in the end Shin could do nothing but capitulate because he missed Saint more than he missed soccer, more than his lost future because Saint gives him meaning just as much as Shin gives meaning to Saint
How the tables turned and now itâs Saint declaring his love for the world to see because he bottled his feelings for 3 years and he canât contain them anymore and if he doesnât get another chance at least he was able to say it all.
And how after they cleared the air they feel alive, like different people, able to smile freely, using every excuse to spend time together, to touch each other, to test and see that this is real, theyâre together again
And Iâm in love with how they feel like platonic soulmates but there is still something more, a romantic undertone just waiting to happen when theyâre on steadier ground sure of who they are, where they stand, because they are too happy to find each other again to risk it all so soon
Theyâre a potential just waiting for the right time to happen
#ella's cursed thoughts#saintshin#saint x shin#they're taking over my brain#they're in love your honor there is no heterosexual explanation for the shit they say and how they look at each other#i can't deal with them they are making me go batshit insane#high school frenemy
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Something about the dictator cape because her striding around in it like that is so fucking hot?
Viâs world comes back in blues.Â
Powderâs cyan splatters across buildings. It stains peopleâs hair and hands and billows into the sky through vents. Itâs bright and loud and so hard to look at sometime. When Vi sees it all she hears is a scream. Like if Powder can just scream loud enough it will bring back their dad, Isha and Milo and all the others. Somewhere in that scream is Silcoâs black-gold eye winks back. Nowhere in it is Caitlynâs mom.Â
Ekkoâs turquoise cuts in the gaps. The tree is wilting and heâs nowhere to be found, but the Firelights flash out of her eyes sometimes. Still fighting, still holding onto what he was taught. Itâs the closest echo of home Vi can find. When Powder vanishes again thatâs where she shows up. They let her in with only a few questions asked. Vi pretends they donât sting. Then she falls fast first into the softest cot sheâs ever felt and sleeps for two days straight.Â
Caitlyn wraps herself in midnight blue and blankets Viâs world with it. Every time she goes outside she sees it hovering. Above the splatters and the dyed hair and all the chaos. For a moment Vi thought it was the blue of purpose, of belonging. But now things are right again. And itâs just the same blue thatâs made her ache since she was a kid. Nothing good comes from that midnight shade. Itâs just a bigger set of bars on a bigger cell that Vi calls home.Â
Before when Caitlyn was pissed, Vi could content herself with ghosts.Â
Now she wonât leave her the fuck alone.Â
Every time she surfaces thereâs someone there. An Enforcer who looks too long. A gutter rat whose dressed too well. She knows sheâs been watched. They are running out of ways in and out. None of them come near the entrances and exits, but the speed with which they turn away is making people uncomfortable.Â
âThey cannot know about this place,â Chireen says.
âSheâs already been here,â Vi points out. He gives her a hard look, âalright, alright. Iâll go talk to them.âÂ
She finds the nearest pretend gutter rat who immediately does the worst impression of a drunkard Vi has ever seen. Of course sheâs something of an expert on the subject, but heâs particularly awful. Without any pretense she hauls him up and holds him against the wall. He is immediately in a defensive position.
âI need to see her,â she says. He nods and pulls out a pair of cuffs, âthatâs a fucking joke right?â
âProtocol, I couldââ
âForget it,â she doesnât have time for this Enforcer bullshit. She shoves her wrists out, âtake me in.âÂ
Thereâs no color in Stillwater.Â
Vi should have figured this would be how things play out. Naturally if there was a way to make Viâs life suck more, Caitlyn was going to find it and make a protocol about it. Vi doesnât even know why sheâs surprised. At least this time she winds up in one of the interrogation cells that has a little sunlight and some stale but fresher than below air. Thereâs even a proper toilet and a chair and a cot. She expects to be there for a few hours since Caitlyn is so incredibly busy these days. But Viâs barely made herself comfortable on the cot when commotion starts.Â
Sheâs hopeful for a moment that itâs a riot.Â
But itâs just Caitlyn.Â
âYou wanted to see me?â Caitlyn says and if Vi was wondering if she was still mad, sheâs not anymore.Â
When she first met Caitlyn in her blue uniform, Vi tagged her for a low level Enforcer. Sure the gun she was carrying spoke of wealth, but it wasnât Enforcer wealth. That was family money. And even then given her willingness to break the law and run around the Undercity, Vi figured it couldnât be that much. Not until she went to her house anyway.Â
Theyâve come a far cry from that.Â
Caitlyn wears her wealth and influence now like she wears the cloak. Sheâs tall in a way that has nothing to do with her actual height. Her mouth is in a tight disapproving line and her blue eyes glare down at Vi. But itâs the cape that really sells it. It folds around her form like a barrier cutting her off from the rest of the world. Sheâs sure as shit the only Enforcer Vi sees wearing a cape. Even her hair is down which only serves to further make her look different.Â
âYou look like a statue Iâd spit on,â Vi remarks.Â
âWhat do you want?â Caitlyn repeats, her voice tighter this time.Â
Yeah sheâs really pissed.Â
âStop following me.âÂ
âIâm sorry I canât do that,â Caitlyn says, âyouâre a prime target.â
âI can take care of myself,â Vi retorts. Caitlyn just stares her down, âIâm going to lose my home.â
âThen you can come back to Piltover.â
âIâd rather stay here,â Vi shoots back.Â
âAs you wish,â Caitlyn says and turns on her heel.Â
Sheâs dead serious, Vi realizes. Of course she is, Caitlyn always gets what she wants. And she gets pissed off when she doesnât. Vi is learning that really quickly.Â
âWait!â She grinds out. Caitlyn stops, âhow long are you going to punish me?â Vi demands, âI told you I was trying to save my dad.â
âWith your sister!â Caitlyn spits, turning so fast the cape billows, âyou forgot to mention that part.â
âSorry I didnât have time to go over every little detail with your goons about to invade!âÂ
âThat is not a little detail!â Caitlyn counters. Vi knows sheâs right. Caitlyn balls her fist, takes a breath and looks at her, ânow youâre a target. The Noxians know how to navigate the Undercity. You cannot be left unguarded.âÂ
âSo you just want me guarded but you donât want to see me?â Vi demands.
âExactly.âÂ
âWho the fuck put you in charge?â Vi demands. Caitlyn stiffens, âoh wait--â
âI suggest you do not finish that sentence,â Caitlyn says.Â
âI suggest you stop putting guards around me. Iâd rather take my chances with Ambessa. At least she looked me in the eye when she tried to gut me.âÂ
Caitlyn is suddenly too close and thereâs a blue that Vi forgot.
She can never pin down the blue of Caitlynâs eyes. It shifts from midnight to teal to cyan. Sometimes Vi thinks they are blue-grey, shades darker than her own. But they are always impossible to look away from. Sometimes its annoying. Right now itâs downright infuriating. But Viâs already damned so sheâs definitely not backing down from this one. Caitlyn stares at her long and hard, her eyes bearing down. Then she presses her lips tightly again and straightens up.Â
âGuards or Piltover, your choice.â
âNeither!â
âGuards it is,â she says.Â
âYou and that stupid cape canât ignore me forever!â Vi shouts after her.
But Caitlynâs the General wrapped in the night sky, and as much as it pains her to admit it, Vi knows she probably can.Â
&&&&
The guards start turning up drunk.Â
They always stagger back, bottle in hand and eyes clouded with merriment. They sleep it off and wake with apologies and explanations. Neither interest Caitlyn. She knows this is Vi sending a message, even if they say sometimes it was a red head and sometimes her hair was black. Sometimes itâs blue. Those times infuriate Caitlyn the most. Sheâs knows Vi has been locked up for longer than sheâs been free. She knows this is excessively reckless but also understandable.Â
She also doesnât care.Â
At best Vi is going to get herself killed. Caitlyn doesnât want to think about what the worst case scenario looks like. Itâs so easy to picture Vi in that green tank. Caitlyn grinds her teeth. She will not let that happen. Sheâs a Kiramman for Gods sakes. Vi seems to be the only one who keeps her from getting her way. Sheâs not going to let Ambessa also have that distinction.Â
âGeneral? Theyâre back.â
âThey?â
This time Vi and her guard come in arm in arm. Because this time Caitlyn sent Loris. Viâs taken care to send her guards back very drunk but also safe. But she never goes inside. Loris though keeps his arm around her shoulders like they are old friends. Caitlyn straightens up as they come fully into the garrison. Vi glances around but Loris keeps a fist of her jacket as he steers them in.Â
âWell look who it is, General sneers a lot and her stupid cape,â Vi slurs.
âBring herââ
Loris heaves Vi forward and Caitlyn has no choice but to catch her. Itâs almost automatic to sling one of Viâs arms over her shoulder. Vi grips her âstupidâ cape and looks up at her, blowing a piece of red hair up in a way that would be almost difficult to ignore. If her breath didnât smell like something that makes Caitlynâs eyes water. Sheâs very, very drunk.Â
âI gotta go back.â
âThat is not an option tonight,â Caitlyn says.Â
âYou kidnapping me? Again?â Vi frowns, âlawbreaker.âÂ
Caitlyn ignores her and steers them up the steps and through the private entrance she rarely uses. Caitlynâs a fool in many ways, but sheâs not enough of a fool to trust all the Enforcers. There are definitely moles. Which is one of the reasons she implemented the protocols. If Vi comes up here sheâs supposed to be in cuffs. The guards that watch her are ones Caitlyn actually trusts. And despite all of that Vi manages to saunter in without a second thought.Â
âThis is nice, this yours?â Vi says looking around the office. Some schematic draws her eye and she sets off, âwhatâsââ
âWould you sit down?â Caitlyn snaps, batting her hand away before she can pull the string pinned there.Â
âWho are you tracking?â She asks and glances up at Jinxâs headshot. She snorts, âstill?â
âYesââ thereâs a sound of ripping, âVi!âÂ
Vi fixes her with that hard grey stare and rips again. There are moments when longing for her overtakes Caitlynâs senses. And then there are these moments when she never wants to lay eyes on her again. She has half a mind to throw Vi out and make her stagger back to the Undercity. But from the way Vi is looking at her, thatâs what she wants. And Caitlyn would rather hang herself with her cape than give her that as she shreds months of work.Â
âIâll see myself out.â
âYou will not!â Caitlyn storms over, âsit down.â
âOr what? Youâll make me?â
âEasily.âÂ
Caitlynâs never been much of a brawler but Ambessaâs changed that. Vi gives her a hard, silent look. Then she drops the pages into the fire and walks over to the couch. Caitlyn watches the pages burn. The search for Jinx has been half hearted at best these past few months. There are other things to be concerned with. Ambessa, Jayce, the golden light Mel seems to conjure whenever sheâs angry. Even though every flash of blue hair makes her want to redirect people, at the moment Jinx isnât the priority for anyone else.Â
âDo you know where she is?â
âWouldnât tell you if I did,â Vi says, her tone cutting deeper than Caitlyn wishes it did.
âAfter everything, youâre just going to walk away?â Caitlyn turns, âhow?âÂ
It still hurts that Vi can just walk away.Â
Caitlynâs been here before. Torn between never letting Vi out of her sight and never setting eyes on her again. Sheâs not proud of how desperately she listened to the wind those first few nights. Just waiting for Vi to climb up her balcony and tell her off. Tell her she misunderstood something. Make it all make sense in that terrible, infuriating, brilliant way of hers. But Vi never came. One day Ambessa locked the window, posted a guard and that was the end of it.Â
âYou look like her,â Vi says.Â
Caitlyn feels like sheâs been slapped.Â
âSometimes sheâs still that kid, too smart for her own good,â she throws an arm over her eyes, âstill standing in that room with those things in her handâ.â
The comparison stings, the way only a truthful one can. Again. How many ways has she played it over in her head. All she had to do was pull the trigger. She had the shot. So many shots, the weight of that magazine was impossible. She could have emptied every one into Jinxâs chest. Jinx was evil back then, she deserved it back then. If she had taken the shot her mother would be alive. Piltover, the Undercity, they would all be different. Instead she hesitates and Jinx knocks her out and the next thing she knows her mother is dying a city away.Â
âAnd yet you walk away,â she says.
âLeaders donât get to be selfish,â she says.
Vi is drunkenly sprawled out on her couch, she doesnât look like sheâs leading much of anything. Caitlyn doubts those are her words.Â
âYou donât know the first thing about leadership,â she says.
âNo, but my dad did,â Vi says.Â
Of course it would be her fatherâs words. The father Caitlyn led Ambessa right to. No-one knew they were down there, they had been manipulated into a trap. Or she had. Caitlyn doesnât want to think too hard on it. If she does, she starts to consider that maybe Jinx didnât know her mother was a Counselor. Didnât know who she was aiming that rocket towards. And that makes it very hard to swallow anything, even her own spit. Behind her she hears Vi stretch out on the leather, perhaps sheâs too drunk to reason this either.Â
She pulls out a throw blanket she keeps for nights in the office and drags it over Vi. One of Viâs hands catches her fingers.Â
âLeave,â she says. Caitlyn frowns, âwherever you are, leave,â she drops he hand, âI hate it when you look like her.âÂ
&&&&
When Vi opens her eyes she realizes it wasnât a dream.Â
Sheâs in Caitlynâs fancy office. She very clearly tore down some map she worked hard on. And sheâs under a very fancy blanket that might be the warmest, softest thing sheâs ever felt. Her mouth feels like sandpaper though and her head is definitely trying to crack open with every pulse of her heart. She shoves the heels of her hands into her eyes. Loris is the best and the worst drinking buddy a girl could ask for.Â
âYouâre awake,â Caitlyn says, stepping fully into the room carrying a tray with two steaming mugs and a plate of sandwiches.
âYeah,â Vi says, pushing herself up.
Caitlyn presses her lips together and sets the tray down. Sheâs wearing her usual Enforcer gear, her hair is tucked into its usual bun. Sheâs still imposing but she doesnât look comical anymore. It makes it easier and harder to sit next to her and take the mug she hands her.Â
âItâs tea,â Caitlyn says, âI havenât poisoned it.â
âI didnât think you had,â Vi says quickly, âdid Iââ she motions to the wall. Caitlyn glares, âsorry.â
âWas that your intention in coming here?â She asks.Â
âHuh? No!â Vi is surprised that it kind of hurts to have Caitlyn look at her with such mistrust, âI wasnât âintendingâ to come here at all.âÂ
âRight,â Caitlyn says shortly pushes herself up, âyou need to stop getting your guards drunk.â
âYou need to stop sending them,â Vi retorts.Â
âThatâs not going to happen,â Caitlyn tells her, busying herself with some of the endless papers strewn about, ânot until we defeat the threat.â
âPowder isnât a threat,â she says automatically. Caitlynsâ eyes narrow.Â
âI was talking about Ambessa,â she says, âJinx isnât a threat to you, she is a threat to Piltover.â
The name makes Vi think of that stupid party with those stupid chairs. When she told her she could have Powder back. When she chose to be Jinx after Caitlyn didnât shoot her. She hates the thoughts of that room. But she refuses to linger in them.Â
âShe goes by Powder now.â
âMaybe to you!â Caitlyn says and the indignant anger is back, âto the rest of us sheâs Jinx.â
âAnd what are you to them?â Vi demands before she can stop herself. Caitlyn stiffens and sucks in a breath. But if Viâs going to stick her foot in her mouth, sheâs going to get it all the way up there, âthe people you swore to protect are afraid of you.â
âI know that!â Caitlyn argues, wrapping her arms around herself, âI hate itââ
âSo change it!âÂ
âI donât know how!â
Vi glares at her and walks over to the wardrobe, yanking it open and ripping down that stupid fucking cloak. Caitlyn watches her as she strides over to her and shoves the cloak in her face.Â
âStart by burning this stupid thing and try being a fucking human being again!â she spits.
Caitlyn looks outraged but Vi doesnât care. Thereâs so much shit going on but Caitlynâs still hunting Powder. Still enacting martial law. Still traipsing around cloaked in Ambessaâs authority and her motherâs money.Â
âI am,â Caitlyn says and Vi canât help but roll her eyes.Â
âWhy am I wasting my breath? Of course you are,â she says, âGeneral.âÂ
Caitlyn stares furiously at her in silence for a moment.Â
âYou donât know me,â Caitlyn says.Â
âAnd whose fault is that?â Vi throws up her hands,â you know what? Do what you want, Iâm out.âÂ
She leaves before Caitlyn can say anything.
&&&&
 Martial law lifts the next day.
Itâs three days before Vi wakes from her bender to find Loris back.
She lets him stay.
&&&&
Sheâs thumbing through her notecards for the morning speech, trying to find the right words.
âYouâre sounding almost human again, Cupcake.â
Her fingertips tighten on the cards but she doesnât dare turn around. Itâs been a month since she saw her last. Vi eases herself into the room and approaches. Caitlyn finally lets herself appraise her. Sheâs wary but sheâs here. The anger has a cautious edge. Her hair is long enough now to touch her shoulders on the side she grows out. The other side has been freshly shaved. She smells less like a bottle and more like a person.Â
âThat almost sounds like a compliment.â
Vi shrugs and walks over to the wall. Caitlyn feels the start of her own panic and shoves it aside. She doesnât want Vi to see, she wants her stay. But sheâll see eventually and Caitlyn knows sheâll be more upset about the betrayal than the new map trying to track her sister. She lets out a deep breath. Caitlyn looks down at her notes. If they start to fight sheâll never have time to properly prepare.Â
âWhat are you going to do with her?âÂ
The genuineness of the question makes Caitlyn pause. She would love to see Jinx dead. She deserves to see it properly. Finally. Sheâs seen Jinx almost dead. Seen her sprawled out completely still. And every time she does she sees Vi curled over her. She feels Vi shove her away to grab Jinx. The part of her that screams for blood is not one that cares about justice. That part of her screams in a childâs voice that she is a Kiramman. What she wants is the only thing that matters. She wishes it wasnât so loud. She wishes she didnât give in every time she sees the order to shoot her on sight. Â
âI donât know,â Caitlyn says, âwhy?â
Vi leans forward and presses her forehead to the wall.Â
âSheâs getting bad again.âÂ
Caitlyn tries not to think about the room, the rocket, her mother. She forces herself to be grounded in the present. Vi still has her forehead against the wall. One of her hands curls into a fist. There are so many scars on her hands. She presses her knuckles into the wall. Caitlyn expects her to put her fist through it. Something sets in Viâs shoulders and she turns around. Caitlynâs aware of a paper fluttering to the ground but she just focuses on Viâs clear eyes.Â
âI want the same protections on her,â she says, âtaken alive, that nice cell, only I get to see her.â
âYouâe giving her up?â Caitlyn can barely hear her.Â
âI donât know where she is,â Vi says, âshe keeps appearing and doing stupid shit. She wonât let me near her,â her fists ball by her sides, âshe keeps trying to get shot. Your guys, suck by the way, but sheâs not thinking.â
Caitlyn swallows against the tightness in her throat. Vi is asking her to protect Jinx. Itâs a barbed compromise, one she never expected to be offered. Self loathing radiates off Vi. Sheâs desperate. Like she was back in that cell when she saw the drawing. Just like that she struggles for a mask of indifference. But itâs a poor one now. Caitlyn can see right through it. She commands Caitlynâs attention and stares her down.Â
âIf you do it Iâll stay here with you.âÂ
The nausea steals her breath away. Something lights in Viâs eyes and she steps forward. Sheâs offering what Caitlyn wants and all Caitlyn can think is if she vomits on her desk thereâs going to be so much paperwork to redo. She clings to that thought as Vi takes another step forward.Â
âIâll say here and Iâll be an Enforcer again.â
âStop!â Caitlyn tastes bile. Viâs eyes widen and Caitlyn knows sheâs thinking this is about Jinx. Maybe it is, maybe some part of it is. But all Caitlyn can think is that Vi would do anything she asked in that moment. And Vi believes it would work, âJustââ Caitlyn scrambles for the order, for her seal. She can barely see as she scrawls out what Vi wants and seals it, âget out,â she says.Â
âHuh?â Viâs features twist.
âThis is the order for her protection. Give it to the commander and justââ her stomach rolls, âjust get out.â
Viâs lip curls but she takes the order. Caitlyn counts her breath until she hears the door close. Then she flies over to the bathroom and looses whatever sheâs eaten that day.Â
&&&&
Turns out, not everythingâs blue.Â
Thatâs all Vi thinks as she holds back Caitlynâs hair while she vomits. She was fine five minutes ago and then she went pale and now sheâs tossing her cookies. Vi keeps her hair back as she finishes, her shoulders shaking. She stiffens when she seems to realize sheâs not alone.Â
âGet it all out, Cupcake,â Vi says, trying for levity.Â
âYou thought I would take you for her,â Caitlyn says, finally looking up at her, âafter everythingââ
âHeyââ
âDo you really think so little of me?âÂ
Caitlyn appraises her as sharply as anyone can in that position and Vi doesnât know what to say. Caitlyn interprets her silence as the complete answer, not the conflict. She moves away, straightening up and tugging her jacket back to perfection. Vi gets up but itâs not like it makes a ton of difference. Caitlyn rinses her mouth and pulls back her hair. She meets Viâs eyes in the mirror, looking more collected than anyone whose been vomiting has a right to.Â
âI donât want you here,â she lies, her eyes narrowing at Viâs scoff, âyou donât trust me to honor the order.â
âItâs not that simple,â Vi argues, unable to look away from Caitlynâs gaze as her eyes harden, âCait we gassed the Undercity. You were shipping people in trains off to Stillwaterââ she can see Caitlyn throwing up every wall until her eyes are flat, âyeah,â the truth tastes barbed, âyouâre right, I donât trust you to honor this.â
Caitlyn breaks their eye contact and leaves the bathroom without a word. So much blue covers her world, all of it is unyielding. Jinx thinkâs sheâs fine and wonât let Vi within ten feet of her. Wonât let her touch her for anything. Caitlyn will watch her from someone elseâs eyes and agree to shit she doesnât want to, but she wonât let Vi be around. Vi knows the world kept spinning when she went away but she doesnât get how sheâs supposed to be around all these people who want her safe but donât want her around.Â
She forces herself out as Caitlyn sets down her pen and picks up her seal. She holds out the paper, though Vi is pretty sure she knows what it is.Â
âThanks,â she says, the words leaden in her mouth.
âIâve kept my orders regarding you,â Caitlyn points out.Â
Viâs used to being short but she feels about ten inches tall.Â
âYeah,â she says finally. Caitlyn keeps staring her down. Like sheâs waiting for something. Vi hopes itâs not an apology, she isnât getting one, âstill want me toââ
âYes. Go.âÂ
&&&&
Caitlyn wears the cloak during her next speech.Â
Vi is sober when she helps Loris back to the hideout.
&&&&
There is a lot of paperwork that comes with stripping someone of being an Enforcer.Â
Caitlyn never got around to it.Â
She couldnât bring herself to put pen to paper and make things real. Then things got busy. It never seemed like it was ever going to be a problem, not considering how things occurred. At some point Maddie had filled out the forms and left them âjust needs you sealâ. She still didnât. She just put them in the bottom of the pile and resolved to file them when she got around to it.Â
Itâs only when she comes back to Vi sitting in her office, rolling her badge across her knuckles, that she remembers where the papers even are.Â
âYou shouldnât be here,â she says.Â
âYou know when I flashed this at the door, they just let me in,â Vi muses, âI was just going to take the win but then I scanned it,â her fingers close around the badge, âIâm still an Enforcer.â
âYes,â Caitlyn says, thereâs no point in lying about that, âI forgot to file the paperwork.â
Vi gives a purposeful look around her pristinely organized office. Caitlyn ignores it and walks over to the wardrobe, undoing the fastening and hanging up the cloak. Vi scoffs in the background. Caitlynâs fingers tighten in the blue fabric. At the time she couldnât bring herself to do it. Now she forgets why. Itâs certainly not too late.Â
âI will file itââ
âRemember when you said this doesnât work if we donât trust each other?â Vi says abruptly.
Back in the Undercity. Back with Vi bleeding out and throwing herself off of everything. Back when something made sense, even if Caitlyn was learning everything was a lie at the exact same time. But Vi was brilliant and brave and that made facing the impossible easier somehow. Now itâs just her and everything continues to be a lie, but thereâs a coldness to it that makes her bones ache.Â
âI think you were onto something,â she says. She walks over to the fire, pulls out the backup order and tosses it in.Â
âI wonât rescind the order,â Caitlyn says. That should be the end of it. But Vi looks at her with her grey eyes and seems to cut through all her defenses, âbut I donât forgive her. I still want her to pay.âÂ
She expects Vi to explode but she just ducks her head and looks back at the fire.Â
âIâm sorry I didnât warn you she was there,â Vi says, âI was just thinking about saving our dad.â
Caitlyn knows she has so much to apologize for. To so many people. Most of all to Vi. But sheâs been trapped on the precipice while Vi just hurls herself off of it. Like itâs natural to apologize, dust yourself off and keep going. Caitlyn doesnât know how Vi is so fearless. She always thought when she was able to see the real world, she would be as well. But sheâs not. Her parents always showed her she could do anything, she deserved to do anything she wanted. Because she was a Kiramman. And yet itâs Vi whose brave and forgiving while sheâs wondering how to be any of that.Â
âI didnât file the paperwork because I was hoping you would come back,â she says finally.Â
âYou canât even look at me half the time,â Vi points out, something morose in her tone that guts Caitlyn.Â
âIt hurts,â Caitlyn admits finally, unable to complete the sentence.Â
âMe too,â Vi says, her fingers curling against the mantle.Â
She takes a deep breath and pushes herself away, moving towards the window. Itâs hard for her to be there, itâs hard to watch her walk away. Caitlyn doesnât know what possesses her to speak when theyâve only just managed to have something resembling a normal conversation.Â
âI wonât wear the cape if you stay for morning drills.âÂ
Vi pauses and turns around.Â
She doesnât talk though so Caitlyn continues.Â
âWe fought well together.âÂ
âYou mean when you saved my life and carried me off the battlefield?â Vi offers, but her hands are in her pockets and she steps forward. Away from the window, âThink you did most of the work there.â
âI usually do,â Caitlyn says. Vi scoffs, âit would be good to practice asââ
âA team?â Vi offers. Caitlyn nods. Vi considers her for a moment and then shrugs, âI could use a workout.â
Something in Caitlynâs chest starts to flutter, even as she desperately tries to tamp it down. Vi walks over to the door.Â
âOh Loris is hungover, so go easy on him.âÂ
&&&&
General Kiramman and Enforcer Kiramman are blue.Â
Caitlyn is red.Â
Red like her sparring wraps, red like fire, red like a blush. Red like a memory. Red like blood. Red like the angry line that bisects her face from Ambessaâs blade. Vi finds her in front of the mirror, staring at her remaining eye.Â
âI deserve this,â she says, like sheâs trying to convince herself.Â
âIâve got those scars too,â Vi offers.
Caitlyn meets her eyes in the mirror, gasps and nearly topples over. Viâs had her eye swollen shut enough to appreciate the loss of depth perception. Though she knows thatâs not the only reason. Sheâs by her in a flash, steadying her quickly. Caitlyn tenses but doesnât yank away. She just turns her head away. Caitlynâs always looked pretty perfect, even running around the Undercity. Vi thinks the leg scar may have been her first one. This is a pretty spectacular second.Â
âSorry, I didnât mean to scare you,â she says quickly, âshould you be out of bed?â
âI had to see,â Caitlyn says. Her eye scans across Viâs face. Vi would look away but she doesnât want to risk dropping her, âhow long are your eyes going to glow?â
That makes her glance in the mirror. She doesnât recognize the pink eyes that glow back at her. Not set in her own face anyway. The doctors said the glow should lessen as the drug works itself out of he system. Vi has no intention of becoming a shimmer addict. Even if the stuff saved her life.Â
âA few days maybe,â she says, âdocs say they might stay pink though. Is thatââ Vi doesnât know how to ask if that is something thatâs going to rip them apart again. Itâs not something she can change.Â
Caitlyn motions vaguely at her missing eye.Â
âI suppose both our eyes are different now,â she says, wincing when she tries to give a reassuring smile.Â
âLetâs get you bandaged,â Vi tells her, âlean on me.âÂ
Caitlyn sits in front of her and lets Vi wind bandages over the cut. It will be a long road of healing but they are both alive. At the moment thatâs the only fucking thing that matters. She tries to be gentle as she secures the bandage behind Caitlynâs head. Caitlyn focuses on her with her remaining eye. The white threats through her hair but Vi canât forget the red.Â
âYouâre pink,â Caitlyn muses.Â
âGive it time, your scar will match,â Vi points out, âdonât try to smile,â she says when Caitlyn winces. Thereâs no shimmer Thank god, just those white tablets that take the edge off, âhere.âÂ
Caitlyn takes them. Vi knows itâs darker in Caitâs canopy bed but it all seems the same as the shimmer heightens everything. She doesnât know how any of this is going to play out. But some part of her and Caitlyn are painted with the same color for once.Â
And somehow thatâs all that matters.
#caitvi#caitlyn kiramman#vi#cait x vi#arcane#arcane spoilers#vi x cait#im sorry i have no excuse#why hot cape made me write all this angst idk#fic prompts
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