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ember-owlet · 13 days ago

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a/n: this was written before arcane season 2 drops to give us all some form of comfort for the inevitable angst rollercoaster we're all about to embark on (and as of a few days ago a very frightening turn of events in the US). i'm writing this on a personal assumption of events from season 2's "nothing to lose" clip. therefore, this might not be anywhere near the canonical reason behind the caitvi breakup/pitfighter era. regardless, i hope you enjoy firelights. we're in this together. ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

dynamic: cg! caitlyn x regressor! vi

summary: caitlyn checks in on vi after receiving concerns from her subordinate. despite the bitter tension that weighs on them, caitlyn gets her cleaned up, and vi experiences regression for the first time as snuggles ensue.

content warnings: moderate swearing, mention of excessive alcohol consumption, descriptions of being vi being bathed (in a sfw context), light mention of vomit, description of physical injuries from fist fights.

((stay safe little firelights, you can always come back to this when you're ready))

Knock knock

The letter crumpled and contorted under Caitlyn's grip with each repetitive knock against the dingy door. The silence clawed deeply at the enforcer's chest.

"Commander, she needs serious help. Go salvage what's left of her drunk ass before she does something stupid. You won't have to go far, she's right where you left her." The insubordination in his warning mattered little; nothing else consumed Caitlyn's thoughts but the mission to ensure Violet's safety.

She wasn't entirely clear on how the door pried itself from its hinges, or how she managed to enter the dwelling other than with sheer desperation to see its inhabitant's face. And, if not for the thundering adrenaline coursing through her, the greeting of pungent stale odor would have made her recoil. The radiation of artificial light pooled from the window grid before her, muddying the sharp and pristine uniform in a putrid stale glow.

"Vi!?" Caitlyn surveyed the room with a renewed frenzy. Each step in the cramped space met with the clink of her heel against the sea of empty bottles that littered the floor.

She found the girl's sleeping, labored breaths curled further into her shuddering frame. Her Violet, who could topple armies with mere fists, the unbreakable pillar of Zaun, lay powerless to the elements.

"Violet, you need to get up," Caitlyn pushed against the inked and exposed skin, her words a command rather than a warm greeting. Vi awoke with a few struggling attempts, slow and drowsy to her reality. Caitlyn couldn't help but notice how sour she smelled as her words slurred.

"...Cait? 'M sorry I should've-"

"When was the last time you ate? Or had a decent shower?" Her irritation soon succeeded the anxiety. She watched as Vi struggled to grasp how the girl she had agonized over for months on end suddenly appeared in her room.

"Why're you here?" She stumbled in an upright position, brushing at the wild mane that shrouded her face. "Fuck, what time is it?"

Caitlyn tsked, reaching a hand out towards her. "I'm saving your life before you throw it away." She wanted to gift Vi the smallest act of dignity in deciding how the night would turn for herself. The wall between them heightened with hesitation in her inebriated state. Caitlyn sighed, bridging the gap to her halfway through averted gaze. "... and I won't sit by to watch you suffer."

Vi ached at the memory of bitter words past exchanged, swallowing her pride and taking Caitlyn's hand to lean against her as her world spun viciously toward the bathroom.

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If not for the pounding headache and wobbling vision, Vi would have been completely against the idea of being disrobed by Caitlyn. She could take care of herself, especially with something as simple as removing her garments, surely?

But against her better judgment, something indescribable came over Vi as Caitlyn lowered her into the tub; a haziness that differed from the fog of alcohol or the instant gratification of being knocked unconscious. Her mind was completely occupied in the present. She was captivated by the rushing sounds of the bathtub water, the smell of Caitlyn's rich perfume moving closer to her, and the smoky aftertaste that burned against her parched throat.

It felt.. safe?

Caitlyn wrung the washcloth, lathering what little was left of the shower gel to scrub at the buildup of dirt and stomach acid Vi had accumulated. With time, the water darkened to an inky pool, the smudges of Vi's face paint dripping across her worn muscles to collect below.

"...'M sorry." Vi's words fumbled in a whispered blur. A gasp reddened her clean and softened features, slowly eclipsing her face further into the tub. She could barely bring herself to look away from her reflection in the water. She must've sounded so pathetic.

"What?"

Caitlyn hesitated, noticing the change in Vi's demeanor sink further into the murky water. Not wanting to rouse the sheer embarassment that radiated off of her companion, Caitlyn continued to wipe at her tear-streaked complexion.

"That's alright, " she uttered, the warm fabric rubbing gentle circles into Vi's cheek. Caitlyn felt Vi collapse into her touch and exhaled a sigh of relief. Their heartbeats slowed, and as Caitlyn held Vi in her hands their eyes wove a tale that their mouths ceased to thread. Vi knew her thoughts betrayed her with each moment in Caitlyn's embrace, it pulled her deeper into that foreign hazy feeling through half-lidded expressions. The agonizing months of betrayal, longing, remorse, and forgiveness, exchanged in a glance.

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The bed would barely compensate for the exhausted pair that collapsed atop the springs. Caitlyn met the harsh bedframe with a loud thud against her back, groaning and rubbing at the sore spot to shift into a less-than-awkward position. She lifted her beret above her head to rest it on the ledge above them.

Vi had found little resistance in curling into Caitlyn's arms and nuzzling further into the side of her neck. The taller and lankier woman couldn't help but chuckle at the situation she'd found herself in. Surely, this was the farthest outcome she could have expected when knocking on Violet's door. Nonetheless, the change was welcomed with open arms.

"Comfortable?" Caitlyn inquired with a grin, hands running through the dampened punch-pink hair. Vi's nose grazed the side of her neck with a shallow nod in reply. The light vibrations of her purring brought a feeling of peace to the enforcer's racing mind as she held her closer. Without giving it much thought, Cait placed a feathery kiss against her companion's head, allowing the warmth radiating off of her freshly bathed skin to envelop her.

This was the feeling she'd been searching for. Strenuous nights of being the Commander of Piltover came with the crushing weight of responsibility over the thousands of lives entrusted to her care. And, the conversation between them was far from over. Caitlyn could see this new side of Vi seemed far too vulnerable to engage in meaningful discussion of ending a war. But, at least for tonight, despite the faction lines, the hymn of the Undercity woman's mumbling made Caitlyn's heart soar. It was beyond the feeling of being needed; she was wanted. Relieved, she turned away from the glaring lights of the city, pulling Vi closer to her chest and the two succumbed to their soft slumber.

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