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allur1ngs · 28 days ago

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ⵌ call me if you need me ⵌ

TW: allusions of smut + brief descriptions of smut (oral, + fingering all r!receiving, ellie giving), car sex, ellie is pussy whipped</3, sad, #yearning!ellie, kinda silly but also cute? not edited so pls ignore any mistakes or bad descriptions....

SUMMARY: ellie is overwhelmed by the intimate moment you both just shared, and all she can think to do is call you

WC: 897

A/N: heh...got this idea from this tiktok i saw on my fyp and just thought hey...why don't i write abt this....hope you enjoy!!

DISCLAIMER: all mannerisms and traits portrayed are my interpretation of the characters from this series, please keep this in mind!!

It's hard to imagine that mere seconds ago your bare body had been sprawled across Ellie's back seats, hot puffs of air leaving your mouth and sticking to the glossy condensation filled windows. You were barely able to keep your moans at bay while Ellie moved her tongue along your pussy, her eyes closed while she tried to keep her face as close as possible to your heat, almost like she was scared that if she pulled away, you and your sweet pussy would disappear.

She'd been in this same exact position for a little over an hour now, trying to take her time with you. Moments like these were what Ellie wished for on most days--especially when both of your schedules had become to busy that you barely had time to lay in bed and cuddle together at one of each others apartment. And, now that she had you, she was savoring every second.

And yet, with all her patience and care, the moment felt like a mere blip in time. Before she knew it, Ellie had helped you back into your clothes and given you a moment recover before she drove you to your apartment and dropped you off with a deep kiss.

Now, sitting in the driver's seat of her car, all Ellie had left was the lingering taste of your cum on her tongue, which she tried to savor. She rolls the appendage in her mouth and sighs, her eyes tracing over the lines of her steering wheel in regret.

"Fuck..." She mutters, the words coming out in an almost pathetic whimper. Truly, what had you done to her?

In her past, brief relationships, Ellie never recalls a moment when she'd had such good pussy that she just had to sit and stare into the distance, missing it. The taste, the heat, the wetness, the sound of your moans.

Ellie lets out a deep, sad sigh, her heart stuttering with a painful jab. What she would give to go back just ten minutes and stuff her tongue and fingers inside of you--to have you grabbing onto the headrest of the seat beside you as your back arched away from the cushiony material of her car.

The things she would do for your pussy...

It's truly, simply, just pathetic.

You'd barely made it through the door and dropped your keys into their designated holder when you feel your phone buzzing against the material of your back pocket. Your eyebrows knit together, wondering who could be calling you at such an ungodly hour, before your hand grabs your phone and clicks the on button, your face illuminated by the cute image you have of Ellie as her contact photo.

You stare at your screen for a split second in confusion before you answer the call, your lips forming into a small frown as you utter, "Ellie?"

On the other side of the phone, only the static of background noise buzzes in the background as a response. You wait for a moment before trying again.

"Ellie? What's going--" You cut yourself off, a quiet noise reaching your ears. A small, almost mouse like sniffle comes from the other end, making your heartbeat race. "Ellie, baby, are you okay?"

The sniffles become louder now, less timid and slightly more frequent. You hear the sound of Ellie rustling around, most likely shifting her position.

"Hello--?"

"Babe." Ellie manages to make out from her tears, her hand gripping her phone so hard that her knuckles are white.

"Yes?" You answer, your voice filled with worry as you pace around the entrance of your apartment.

"You have the best pussy I've ever had in my life." She all but sobs.

You stop in your tracks, your racing heart damn near skipping a beat. It takes a second for your ears and brain to process what your girlfriend had just said but when it does, you have to stop yourself from releasing a small laugh. "What?" Is all you can think to say.

"I just--" Ellie has to pause, wiping the hot tracks of tears from her cheeks while she tries her best to form coherent sentences. "I was just sitting in my car, staring, thinking fuck...I love your pussy."

A warm feeling blooms in your chest as you try your best to calm the large smile that's making its way onto your lips. "Really?"

"Yeah." Ellie sniffles yet again, "I love it so much like...I think about it all day, especially when I miss you. And I miss you all the time. I think about how it tastes and how it feels and..." She all but word vomits, each sentence coming at twice the speed of the previous.

"Oh Els," You say fondly, losing the battle between yourself and the smile that wanted to emerge. "I'm sorry."

"No, don't say sorry." She cries, her other hand moving to grip the steering wheel just as hard as she grips her phone. "I just love you and your pussy so much. And I know we just saw each other but I miss you."

"Ellie..." you let out a small breath, "do you want to stay the night?"

A long pause meets your ears, and you almost think to speak again before you hear the sound of Ellie's car turning on, and tires screeching against concrete. "I'll be there in ten."

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allur1ngs · 1 month ago

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ⵌ call me if you need me ⵌ

SUMMARY: ellie is overwhelmed by the intimate moment you both just shared, and all she can think to do is call you

WC: 897

A/N: heh...got this idea from this tiktok i saw on my fyp and just thought hey...why don't i write abt this....hope you enjoy!!

DISCLAIMER: all mannerisms and traits portrayed are my interpretation of the characters from this series, please keep this in mind!!

"Fuck..." She mutters, the words coming out in an almost pathetic whimper. Truly, what had you done to her?

The things she would do for your pussy...

It's truly, simply, just pathetic.

You stare at your screen for a split second in confusion before you answer the call, your lips forming into a small frown as you utter, "Ellie?"

On the other side of the phone, only the static of background noise buzzes in the background as a response. You wait for a moment before trying again.

"Ellie? What's going--" You cut yourself off, a quiet noise reaching your ears. A small, almost mouse like sniffle comes from the other end, making your heartbeat race. "Ellie, baby, are you okay?"

The sniffles become louder now, less timid and slightly more frequent. You hear the sound of Ellie rustling around, most likely shifting her position.

"Hello--?"

"Babe." Ellie manages to make out from her tears, her hand gripping her phone so hard that her knuckles are white.

"Yes?" You answer, your voice filled with worry as you pace around the entrance of your apartment.

"You have the best pussy I've ever had in my life." She all but sobs.

A warm feeling blooms in your chest as you try your best to calm the large smile that's making its way onto your lips. "Really?"

"Oh Els," You say fondly, losing the battle between yourself and the smile that wanted to emerge. "I'm sorry."

"Ellie..." you let out a small breath, "do you want to stay the night?"

A long pause meets your ears, and you almost think to speak again before you hear the sound of Ellie's car turning on, and tires screeching against concrete. "I'll be there in ten."

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allur1ngs · 2 months ago

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hi guys pls pls read this promise it’s very good🙂‍��️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

i swearrrrrr i’m putting you guys on🙏

Pink Eyed Guardian

Ship: CaitVi

CW: none, really... oh no wait, it does get saucy in between, so: MDNI

AN: after a looooooong break im back :D

my gf introduced me to arcane, and i wanted to write a oneshot that depicts their domestic life after the events of season 2, i love CaitVi so more CaitVi content in the future pershmaps?

Also, big thanks to my beautiful gf for editing this (sorry, love, i made this harder than it needed to be T-T)

Okay then, let's see how this goes!

Pink Eyed Guardian

Piltover was illuminated by the faint rays of the morning sun when Vi first stirred. She was cold and only in boxers – her part of the blanket had been cruelly stolen. Her eyes fluttered open, while she tried to focus her hazy eyes on her surroundings. Green marble decorated the walls of the bedroom, the world outside the windows being mirrored on the smooth stone of the floor. On it, in the far corner, Vi’s eyes located her gauntlet. After the battle between Piltover and Ambessa, she hadn’t worn it again; she still remembered the other gauntlet tumbling through the air with her sister.

An invisible hand called guilt wrapped around Vi’s throat, the feeling bubbling up in her chest. For a second, she forgot she could breathe, her body freezing and her mind racing. Pressing her lips together and squeezing her eyes shut, she released herself from her prison and turned around, not wanting to be reminded of that day.

When she opened her eyes again, she was met with a sleepy but worried gaze from the woman she loved.

“What’s wrong?” Cait asked softly.

Vi’s pain slowly ebbed away as she looked into Caitlyn’s ocean eye. With her fingertips, she traced her jaw.

“I’m just cold. You’re hogging the blanket, Sheriff Mongoose.”

“That’s Councilwoman Mongoose to you,” Cait mumbled sleepily.

“You’re lucky you’re beautiful. I can’t be mad at you,” Vi chuckled and sat up, “Would you like some morning tea, Councilwoman?”

“No, I’ll make it,” the tall woman sat up, eyes wide, as though the mere thought of a tea made by Vi was panic-inducing.

Vi shrugged, “I’m gonna make breakfast then.”

Together, they got up, leaving the smooth satin sheets lying across Caitlyn’s bed behind. Vi still called it Caitlyn’s bed and Caitlyn’s house, even though she has slept and lived here for weeks now, rarely returning to Zaun. In fact, she had only been to Zaun once since the attack, only to retrieve the few belongings she had, and bring them to the Kiramman mansion.

Vi snuck glances at Cait, who wrapped herself in a robe and put on her eyepatch – the wound beneath was still healing. Vi spotted a hickey on Cait’s shoulder, before it was covered by fabric, a sense of pride filling her chest while she threw on a tank top and followed Cait into the kitchen.

While Vi cut up bread, sausages, and cheese, Caitlyn prepared the tea. As she put the water on the stove to boil, Caitlyn wrapped her arms around her girlfriend from behind. Her fingers curled into Vi’s pink hair and pulled her head to the side. Vi was about to protest, when she felt Cait’s lips on her neck, slowly kissing up. A soft sigh escaped Vi’s throat, and she leaned her hands on the counter to steady herself. Cait’s hands slipped under Vi’s top and roamed over her abs.

“What are you trying to do there, Cupcake?” Vi muttered.

“I wish we had more time… I want to pay you back for what you did last night,” Cait whispered into Vi’s ear and nipped at her lobe. Then she dragged the tip of her tongue down the side of Vi’s neck, right over her pulse.

“You have an important meeting, Miss Kiramman. You’re gonna be very late, if you continue to test me.”

Caitlyn let out a disappointed sigh and went back to the kettle on the stove. “Fine.”

Vi grinned at her. “Tonight. I’ll be yours. You can do whatever you want.”

Cait’s lips curled up into a sly smile, her eyes sparkled dangerously, which made Vi question whether she would enjoy or regret her promise.

They ate their modest breakfast on a small balcony that was only a few steps away from the kitchen. Caitlyn was lost in thought, most likely thinking about today's council meeting, staring into her tea, watching small waves ripple as she moved her cup side to side. Vi, on the other hand, leaned back in her chair and let her eyes wander. The gardens of the Kiramman mansion were starting to bloom. She squinted, seeing small, moving dots emerge from their homes to begin the day in the city of Piltover. The sounds of construction and birds echoed through the streets, creating a strange but soothing melody. The city was learning how to breathe again.

Her gray eyes followed a bird flying over their heads and into its nest, which rested on a window nook. Vi’s eyes followed the bird as it flew up again and over the roof. Her eyes stopped when she caught a glimpse of a shadow quickly moving behind the roof’s ridge. Immediately, her brows furrowed, and she blinked. She was sure she had seen a person sitting on the roof, but when she opened her eyes again, the dark silhouette was gone. Confused, she looked around, her eyes searching for any unusual movement.

“Did you see that?”

Cait blinked, ripped out of her thoughts. “What?”

Vi shook her head. “Nothing…”

She didn’t have much time to ponder over what she thought she saw, Caitlyn had to leave for work. So, Vi stood up and took care of the dishes while her girlfriend got ready.

As they left the house, Vi adjusted the hem of her plain blouse. In contrast to her boring look, Cait looked like a lady in her fine attire with golden details and her hair in a neat high bun. Luckily, the collar was high enough to hide any proof of Vi’s indecency from the night prior.

Since the day Caitlyn took her mother’s seat on the Piltover council, Vi had made it her daily routine to walk her to work, just like today. As they were passing people on the streets, the couple was recognized by many.

Most didn’t know the full story of what had gone down the day that the Noxian forces attacked, they were just glad that peace had returned to the city. But they knew who to thank–Caitlyn made sure that Vi’s efforts were recognized by the Piltovian public.

A mix of Zaunites and topsiders wove through the streets, the thought of them mingling with each other still a bit foreign to most. But they slowly got used to each other. With Sevika Zaun even had a representative on the council. They were still far from equality and peace, but steps were being taken to guide the people towards successful coexistence.

“What will you do today?” Caitlyn asked when they reached the entrance to the council building. She took both of Vi’s hands into hers. She didn’t want her worry to be obvious, but she asked every day, just to make sure that Vi wasn’t sitting at home and bathing in her pain and grief.

Vi pondered for a moment. “I think I’ll go to the undercity today. I wanna see how Ekko’s doing.”

Caitlyn nodded. “Give him my best and tell him he is invited for dinner when he finds the time.”

“Speaking of dinner. How about we eat out tonight? There’s this restaurant I came across the other day, and I think you’ll enjoy it too.”

“I would love that.” Cait smiled and cupped Vi’s face to place a gentle kiss on her lips.

Vi pulled her in for a second one, the first ending too quickly for her taste. Then, finally, the two women let go of each other, and Caitlyn watched her girlfriend walk down the street after wishing her a good day with a smile and a wave, although in reality her chest bore an uncomfortable weight. Vi didn’t like to talk about the wars raging deep inside her heart and mind. She always masked her struggle, an old habit that Caitlyn wished Vi never felt the need to learn in the first place.

Although Vi didn’t talk about it, Caitlyn knew. She saw it in the heaviness her body seemed to carry, the way her eyes often darted to and fro, analyzing her surroundings. Even the way she flinched with every loud noise, and the small whimpers that would leave her lips while she slumbered.

Vi stood in front of the elevators that would bring her to the undercity, contemplating whether she should enter or not, something within her stopping her from completing her stride to push the button that would call the elevator up. Her heart sang for her to parcourse her way down, as she had always done.

So that was exactly what she did. Vi landed in an alley at the end of her journey, before carefully dusting off her shirt. She heard a noise behind her and spun on her heel, fists up. But her eyes were met with a small cat running away. Confused, she tilted her head, but let her fists slowly drop down.

Zaun was different from last time she was here. It was still dirty and run down, but she felt like the air was cleaner and the mood lighter. She watched people tidy up some rubble as she walked down the street.

Soon after, she passed some enforcers on patrol, both the civilians and the enforcers smiled and nodded upon recognizing Vi. She forced her lips into a polite and somewhat friendly expression. But she couldn’t quite feel at ease, the hairs on her neck telling her that something was wrong. But no matter how much she looked around, she was unable to sense a threat.

Finally she found Ekko, who was repairing a generator with some other ex-firelights. He spotted her quickly. Before she was able to get a word out, he got up and excused himself from his group.

“Fancy seeing you down here,” he said, wiping off some dirt from his sweaty forehead with an old towel. He swung it over his shoulder and leaned against a wall, opening a bottle of water and offering it to Vi.

She took it with a guilty smile. She was unable to muster up a good excuse as to why she hadn’t come back to Zaun, much less visit her old friend. “I’m sorry, I-... just couldn’t.”

Ekko’s stern expression softened a little bit. “I get it.”

“Everything reminds me of them,” Vi muttered, watching Ekko gulp down his water from the corner of her eye. “This is what they dreamed of… and they’re not here to see it. It’s just not fair.”

“You’re right, it’s not fair,” Ekko agreed.

Silence settled between them as they watched the people of Zaun rebuilding their city. Vi saw children wave and smile towards Ekko.

Amidst their appraisal, a woman brought food and drinks to the people working on the generator.

Vi broke the silence. “You’re doing good work down here. The people look up to you.”

“With Sevika on the council, they finally take us somewhat seriously. We’ve reconstructed Zaun's water and electricity supply network almost entirely. We’re even planning to build a school down the street over there, but first we need to repair all the houses. Maybe build a few new ones so no one has to live on the streets.”

Vi nodded. “I’ll talk to Caitlyn. If Sevika isn’t enough, Cait will convince the others.”

Ekko shifted awkwardly in his spot. “Thanks…” he responded quietly.

“What’s wrong?” Vi asked.

“It’s just… sometimes it feels too good to be true. I mean, why are we able to do this when Vander and Benzo couldn’t? Look at us.”

Vi looked down at her shoes. “Jinx did all the work. She gave Zaun something to believe in.”

Ekko flinched at Vi’s words like he’d been stung. “Don’t call her that…”

“I’m sorry,” Vi whispered.

“You’re right. This is Powder’s work. She made this possible.”

“In the end, maybe I was the jinx and she was a lucky charm.”

Ekko shot Vi a look. “She would never agree with that. Neither of you are a jinx.”

Vi pressed her lips together–defeated. She let her head fall back against the wall and looked up into the sky. Just then she saw a shadow jump out of her field of vision. Her brows furrowed, her thoughts wandering back to the cat from earlier, wondering if she was yet again imagining foux threats.

“Hey Vi?”

“Yeah?” Vi’s gaze shot over to Ekko again.

“I have to get back to repairing this generator. I have a lot to do. Will I see you soon?”

Vi nodded. “I’ll try to visit again soon. By the way, Cait is wondering if you wanna come over for dinner soon?”

“Sure. I’ll let you know.”

With that Ekko pushed himself off of the wall and walked over to his friends. Vi watched him for a while. The way he moved and interacted with his friends reminded Vi that he was a natural-born leader, and how contagious his smile was.

Vi walked down the streets again. For some reason, she felt like she was being watched. She did catch a few stares here and there, after all, most of her fellow Zaunites hadn’t seen her in over a month.

Vi didn’t know what Ekko told them or what rumors had spread. But there was disappointment in their eyes, and she truly could not blame them.

She let them stare and just kept walking. Eventually, she found herself in front of a mural that portrayed Jinx, the savior of Zaun. Mesmerized, Vi’s fingertips grazed the cold stone along the painted cheek of her little sister. Whoever painted the mural knew her well. It looked just like her. Her pink eyes were tired but determined, and she had raised one fist with a small smile on her lips. She looked heroic yet peaceful. Unlike her depictions on Piltover's WANTED posters.

“I don’t know why, but everything in me refuses to believe that you’re gone.” Vi mumbled, her eyes meeting the pink painted irises that would have belonged to her sister. “I wish I had been a better sister. None of this would have happened if I hadn’t made every possible wrong decision,” Vi whispered, almost expecting the visage of her sister to answer her.

“Listen, I don’t know if there’s a heaven or something… but I hope that, wherever you are, you’ve found peace. You of all people deserve it.” Vi paused, mulling over her thoughts. “Don’t worry about me, alright? I’ll be okay. I’ve got Cait, and I live in a nice house. I’m trying to have a normal life now.” She tried to muster up a smile, but her lips trembled. “I was trying to look for work, but Cait wants me to stay home and heal from all the shity things that happened up until now. But you know me… I don’t want to deal with all that. I need someone or something to take care of. That was my purpose. Now I just waste time until Cait comes home.”

She paused again and put her forehead to the wall, as though she was leaning it against her sisters’s. Vi clenched her jaw and punched the wall next to the painting. Frozen like that, she stood there for a few minutes, before she slowly dropped her fist.

It was hard for her to leave the mural, but eventually she did. For a while, she aimlessly wandered through the streets and alleys. Only when she noticed the streetlights turning on, did she return to Piltover. But not without feeling the burn of eyes staring into her back, which made her subtly pick up the pace.

Patiently, she waited at home for Cait to come back from work. She spent her time reading books from the extensive Kiramman library. She was so immersed in the story she hadn’t even heard the door open or close, and only realized Cait was home when the woman took the book out of her hand and slid onto Vi’s lap.

With arms around her shoulders, Cait pressed her face into the crook of Vi’s neck and inhaled her scent. Vi immediately wrapped her arms around Caitlyn's waist.

“I missed you, Cupcake.”

“I missed you more,” she whispered back and trailed kisses up Vi’s throat and jaw until she reached her lips.

The kiss that followed only highlighted Caitlyn’s words. She pressed her body against Vi and deliberately deepened the kiss. Her tongue teased Vi’s, not very politely asking for a dance. Vi happily indulged and was rewarded with a soft but satisfied moan from Cait. Her fingers dug into Caits waist, while her girlfriend's hands slid down zeroing in on her favorite place and cupped Vi’s boobs. Vi gasped surprised, but she shouldn’t be–Cait was oddly obsessed with her girlfriend's chest. Which she promptly started to explore. After having her fill with Vi’s boobs, Cait’s hand slid down to her stomach and traced the lines of her abs.

Vi’s lips, on the other hand, found their way to Cait’s neck, placing open-mouthed kisses over her pulse, enjoying the sweet moans that fell from Caitlyn’s lips due to her efforts. Then Cait’s fingers dipped beneath the waistband of Vi’s pants on a clear mission to get the same noises from her girlfriend. But before her hand was even halfway in Vi’s pants, fingers wrapped around Cait’s wrist, stopping her.

Confused, Cait pulled away. "What's wrong?”

“Not now,” Vi smiled gently.

“You promised me I can do what I want tonight.” Cait pouted.

“Let’s go to the restaurant first. You can have me later,” she said and kissed Caitlyn’s forehead.

Grumbling, Caitlyn got up from Vi’s lap, but her stomach betrayed her and loudly announced her hunger. Vi chuckled at that, and together they changed into fancier attire.

The restaurant wasn’t far from the Kiramman mansion, so they walked, enjoying the cool breeze of the night after a hot day. The streets were quiet, but they could hear laughter and talking from inside the homes. With a small smile, Cait changed from holding Vi’s hand, to holding her arm and leaning against her as they walked. She felt Vi’s tense muscles under her dress shirt, and from the corner of her eye, she noticed how Vi kept looking behind them.

Even when they sat down at the restaurant, Vi kept looking around, her eyes searching for something outside the windows, but never quite finding it. It was almost impossible for Cait to have a normal conversation with her girlfriend.

Vi was barely paying attention and only gave her half assed answers. When Cait was finished with her meal, Vi’s plate was still halfway full, which was strange because Vi usually had the habit of gobbling every meal that Cait put on the table.

Her sniper eyes followed Vi’s gaze outside the window, and for a moment that was shorter than a blink, she saw the reason for Vi's stress.

Gently she touched Vi’s hand, whose eyes immediately jerked to her. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom, real quick. Do me a favor and eat up. I know you didn’t eat lunch.”

Vi gave her a guilty smile and finally focused on the plate in front of her. Caitlyn, in the meantime, stood up and walked towards the bathroom. Just before she reached it, and when she was sure she was out of sight for Vi, she took a sharp turn and went outside on the balcony that wrapped around the rooftop restaurant.

“You’re stressing her out,” Caitlyn stated calmly into the night.

“She’s just seeing ghosts,” a voice answered.

Cait turned around, and on the edge of the roof, a cloaked figure sat. The figure lifted her head a bit, so Cait finally could see the face that had been hidden by a hood. Not that she would need that to know who it was.

“You need to be more careful, Jinx.”

Jinx smiled and tilted her head. “Topside doesn’t have many shadows to hide. And Ekko brought light to Zaun. It’s getting harder to hide.”

Cait sighed. “She knows someone is following her. I don’t know how long I can still convince her that she is just imagining things. Don’t you think it would be better if you revealed yourself to her? And what about Ekko?”

Jinx grimaced and shook her head. “Without me they have nothing they have to worry about but their own happiness. My death is the end of that chapter of their lives. Now they can start a new one.” She swings her legs forward and backward. “It’s better this way. I’ll just be watching over them.”

“Vi’s just a shell of her former self. She’s lost her purpose.”

“Give her a new one,” Jinx shot back, “Earlier… she mentioned that she needs something or someone to take care of. She’s a lot like Vander in that sense.”

“What do you suggest?” Cait raised an eyebrow.

Jinx shrugged. “She made a good enforcer back then, remember? When you tried to kill me.”

Cait chewed on her cheek, annoyed that Jinx would bring that up. But she refrained from saying anything. Vi liked to joke to cope with things, and Jinx seemed to pick up the same habit.

“A Zaunite as an enforcer might be a good step towards building trust between Zaunians and enforcers, don’t you think? She could help people.”

Cait started pondering. “Maybe…–”

The balcony door opened and at the very same moment Jinx vanished, her cloak blowing wind into Caits face.

Vi stood at the door with a worried expression. “Everything okay?”

Cait quickly fixed her face and smiled. “Yes, sorry. I just needed some fresh air for a moment.”

Relieved, Vi smiled and offered her hand so they could walk inside together.

“You know, I’ve been thinking… How would you like to be an enforcer again? Keeping the fragile peace of our young unity.”

Cait saw how a little bit of life returned to Vi’s eyes. “As long as you don’t punch me in the stomach again, cupcake,” Vi joked.

Caitlyn rolled her eyes and she could swear that she heard Jinx giggle in the distance.

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