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“ Scandal ? ”

Pairing ; Caitlyn Kiramman x gn!reader

Warning(s) ; cursing & a god awful idea in the middle of the night.

word count ; 0.9k

Cael's note ; I haven't posted in a while, also heavily into atsv at the moment so expect a shit ton of fics from that, follow my tt btw "@ shxnihara " ! Short self indulgent fic because I got back into my arcane phase a few weeks ago

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The two of you hated each other.

And I mean—hated each other.

Caitlyn, who was born into 'royalty' and 'power', whilst you were born in a ditch, long to be forgotten by the people: Whom you hated just as much as they did.

So imagine your shock when your employer had actually managed to snag a spot in a luxurious masquerade up in Piltover where you'll be acting as a bodyguard for—you guessed it: Caitlyn motherfucking Kiramman.

At first you thought it was a joke, not until the councilor herself—as well as the daughter—entered through the rustic doors of your employers hideout with a shit-ton of enforcers behind them.

Caitlyn and you locked eyes, momentarily glaring at each other while her mother spoke with a tone of authority, and although she seemed to be talking about something really important—neither of you decided to listen.

Instead, you both just sneered at each other and spouted a few words of acknowledgement here and there.

"I don't understand why we have to work together."

"Yeah, I don't think your Mother loves you that much."

And now here you were, sitting on Caitlyn's bed as she got ready for the masquerade. Her pale back was turned towards you while she put on her expensive jewelry, and dress.

Thing is however, as much as you hated to stare—Caitlyn was so damn beautiful. Her body both a mix of femininity and masculine, stating that she'd done more than just throw tea parties whilst growing up.

But it seemed as though Caitlyn had caught on to your staring session. She rolled her eyes and let out a breath that almost sounded like a chuckle, "Can you do something other than stare?" Caitlyn tutted with a sly grin as she looked at herself in the standing mirror.

You immediately snickered at her comment and looked away when accused. "Can you do something other than be pretty?" You quipped, taking another quick look back at Caitlyn for fun, only to laugh when you saw her staring at you from the mirror with a raised eyebrow; like she was non-verbally telling you 'Really?'.

"I'm not dressing pretty just to show off. I'm dressing pretty because I need to for this stupid mission." Caitlyn huffed and tried to zip up her long blue dress adorned with multiple gold linings that accentuated her figure. You rolled your eyes when she pathetically tried to zip it up, but to no avail, she groaned and sighed.

"... Look, I hate asking for this but—" She started but you already cut her off by standing up from her bed. "Yeah yeah, I know. Just don't punch me out of nowehere, okay?" You muttered as you stood behind her, but not too close to be called uncomfortable.

Sure, you might hate each other, but you aren't a fucking weirdo. You noticed Caitlyn flinch when you approached, and you looked at her from the mirror. "Hey, I'm not gonna do anything to you. Just relax, it's just a stupid dress malfunction." You reassured in a slight sass.

Caitlyn glanced at you on the reflective surface with a reluctant expression before she let a sigh of her own slip from her mouth. "Fine." She grumbled childishly, which caused you to smile.

You pinched the fabric together with one hand, and held the zipper on the other, before you slowly began to pull it up inch by inch; watching as the dress began to cover Caitlyn's skin from behind.

You could feel Caitlyn's breath hitching, her staring at your reflection in the mirror as you focused on helping her zip up her dress. Although it was purely innocent—Caitlyn felt something tug at her heart strings at the sight of you without that usual smirk or frown of yours.

She'd sometimes wonder what it'd be like to just... Be friends with you instead of enemies.

"Don't tell me you're falling for me, Cait?" You grinned as you finished zipping her dress up and placed your hands on her shoulders. Caitlyn's eyes widened as she stammered to come up with a response, which made you laugh.

"I'm only pulling your panties, Madam. After all, it'd be such a pain if we started a scandal—" First you were speaking, next thing you knew, Caitlyn turned around and pulled you in by the neck for a rather rough kiss

You were shocked at first, but soon enough, you gently placed your hands on her hips and pulled her in closer. You could taste her lipstick on your tongue as the two of you lost yourselves in the heat of the moment.

Not until a few moments later that the situation dawned on Caitlyn. She softly pulled back with red coating her cheeks, you could only grin at her response. "So... I'm guessing you don't really care about a scandal?" You teased, which earned you a pinch on the side of your neck.

Caitlyn huffed a heavy sigh before smiling, "I absolutely hate you." She whispered closely. You smiled and stared at her lips, "God, I hate you more."

She chuckled and reluctantly pulled away as she held your hand. "Now come on, who knows what'll happen if we're late for the masquerade?" Caitlyn asked, a bit worried now as she dragged you towards her door.

"World peace? Specifically my own peace because I'd definitely earn that if we just stayed here and made out."

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not proof read.

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Just a tiny self indulgent post bc I started rewatching JoJo and can't stop looking at Joseph's tiny waist whenever he wears that skin tight crop top UGHHH

Like who are you trying to show that waist off to? For other men to see? You can't expect me to just stare at it, I need to hold it in my hands and HUG HIM

And imagine going on a date with Joseph and letting an arm slither around his waist—or placing a hand on it in general—just so you could pull him close to you, absolute heart eyes

NOT JUST THAT THOUGH: Imagine Joseph doing the same to you and pull you close to his muscular body when someone gets too touchy touchy with you when he's around. I'd feel so safe tbh it's making me go insane

CAESER ISN'T HELPING EITHER, that damned annoying chick magnet is so pretty I just wanna hug him from behind and kiss the back of his neck

They're built like greek gods but I'll treat them like my baby girls <33

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gago antagal ko n di nagbubukas ng tumblr sorry guys WAHAAHAHAHAH naging busy ...,,,

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medical tests hurt my patience

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IVE GOT A LOT OF IDEAS LINED UP + THE REQUESTS ROTTING IN MY INBOX SO IM SORRY ABT THAT, was busy with school and shit

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Someone had to do it 😁😁😁

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If i can't even grasp the meaning of life, then I'll say, to this worthless night, goodbye.

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Might not post anything for a while, school is being a bitch

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Dhmu i jus finished watching the new aot episode

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I passed my classes woo, now it's time to hibernate until the world ends

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Must suck being pretty and suffering constantly

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.・゜゜・・゜゜❝ ━ WHO IS HE?”.・゜゜・・゜゜・

.・゜゜・・゜゜❝ ━ SIGMA.” .・゜゜・・゜゜・

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Blue Lock art~

I love this one~❤️

@chigirisblog @garoujo @marycorn <333

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Pls i love your blog sm <3

Aww thank you sm, I'm really glad you think that way 🤍🤍🤍

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Sigma is actually wrong, he has two things in life—the casino and me, we're actually dating he jus doesn't know that

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reonagi / who would look for you first ?

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.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜゜・・゜゜

Dostoevsky looked at you like he did any other man. An absence.

For years of working under Dostoevsky, he's made it very clear to you that your feelings will not only be non-reciprocated, but also ignored.

“Have you ever had feelings for me that went beyond simple infatuation?” A small chuckle escaped Dostoevsky, “What led you to believe that I was even remotely infatuated with you in the first place?”

Dostoevsky was a cruel man, and you knew that.

Although he was heinous in his words— “Where do you think you're going?” Dostoevsky asked from behind you, standing a few steps from his desk. You paused, slowly turning around before giving him a small head bow, “Sigma requested that we meet at the casino. Will you allow me to go, Dostoevsky?”

Keeping your head low, you heard the heels of Dostoevsky's shoes clack onto the floor as he made his way closer to you. Dostoevsky placed a gloved hand under your chin and made you look up at him, a gentle smile on his face, yet it still managed to send shivers down your spine at the sight of it.

“I'm afraid I can't let you go, F/n. I still have a job that you have yet to fulfill.”—Dostoevsky still held a possessive nature around you.

Dostoevsky had a habit of berating you for doing something with people other than him. He wanted you to stay close to him, and only him, because he loved you.

... He loved you?

No— He didn't feel love; he felt obsession.

Dostoevsky was obsessed with you.

He will do anything—and I mean anything—to keep you near him. Although he might not make it up to you in words, you were able to discern his true intentions from his behavior.

You smiled up at Dostoevsky, “I understand, Sir.” He could only grin at your obedience. “Excellent.”

Dostoevsky was equally fixated on you as you were with him.

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