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𝐼𝓉’𝓈 𝒩𝑜 𝑀𝓎𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓎

Detective!Caitlynx fem!intern!obvious!reader

summary: You’ve come to realize that interning under your crush, famous detective Caitlyn Kiramman, isn’t as exciting as you thought it’d be. That was the case until she starts to take you seriously.

3k words

inspired by @child-of-plut0

C/w: age gap: reader: 22 Caitlyn: 31. Mentions of murder, smoking, alcohol.

“Detective Kiramman? I got your mail! Oh- and your coffee!” You knocked on her door again. You thought your internship at the Piltover Detectives Office would be filled with action and adventure, not bringing a tired, disgruntled thirty-something year old woman coffee and mail every morning. Detective Kiramman didn’t take you seriously at all. She treated you more as an assistant or a maid than her intern.

Detective Kiramman, nine years your senior, had taken you on as an intern for the summer. She was famous all over town for being that good at her job. You’ve always been infatuated with crime and detective work, so working alongside her for this long was thrilling to hear! Until you actually did, and just became her new personal assistant. 

“Come in.” You hear her from the other side of the door. You open the door to find your mentor Det. Kiramman sitting at her desk smoking a cigarette. One elbow is on the desk and her hand is nestled in her disheveled hair. She did an all nighter, again. The dark circles under her eyes didn’t help you to that conclusion. She’s had those since you met her. 

Her handsomeness was undeniable. Tall, statuesque, and beautiful in a sharp, elegant way. Everything about her was admirable. Her style, her demeanor, her intelligence? You’ve been obsessed since you learned who she was. 

She finally looks away from whatever document she’s looking at, and takes a slow drag. “Is it black?” She motions to the coffee with her cigarette. “Yes. Just like you asked.” You set the coffee down and the mail in the growing pile. “Hey intern, tidy this place up for me.” She takes a sip of coffee. “Shit.” She mumbles after burning her tongue. 

With a sigh, you get to it. If you’ve learned anything during this experience, it’s that your mentor is extremely disorganized. Yet somehow, she’s the best detective around. When you got the letter saying you were accepted for this position, you nearly fainted. “Ms. Kiramman?” She hums in response, not even bothering to turn around and look at you. “When are you going to let me uhm…you know, help, or shadow you? You know…what I came here to do?” 

The detective exhales another plume of smoke. “Hm? You want to help? Alright. Come here. Give it a go.” 

“Really!?” This is the first time she’s actually given you a chance. “I don’t have all the time in the world.” That’s her way of saying ‘hurry up.’ You set down the pile of discarded papers and hurry to her side. She gets out of her chair and motions to you to sit. 

Her white button up is rolled to her elbows, and her tie is loosened. She’s looking at you with tired, sharp eyes. “Well?” She adjusts her stance. “Sorry. Okay.” You sit down in her chair, and feel her lean over your shoulder. “A serial killer?” You scanned the document. “Yes. He’s been at large for a little while now. He can cover his tracks too.” 

She watches you diligently, waiting to hear what you have to say. “All the victims are young women, the average age is 22… students? Like me?” You look over your shoulder at her for some sort of approval. She just takes a drag. “Read the transcription of an interrogation I performed yesterday. Do you think that’s our guy?” You take the papers and read. Your mind lingers on the “our guy.” The first time she’s treated you like an equal.

“What’s your answer, intern?” You feel her hand on your shoulder. She’s making you a little nervous. “It’s not him.” You look over your shoulder at her again. She looks amused. “Clever girl. Maybe I underestimated you.” She blows a puff of smoke straight into your face. After coughing, you continue. “Uhm- thanks.” She gives a rare smile. “You’re right though. I haven’t exactly been taking you under my wing as I should. You’ll have to forgive me.” She opens her office window to filter out the smoke. 

“That’s okay, ma’am!” You get up from her chair and return to the papers she wanted you to throw away. As the day goes on, she’ll sometimes engage you in whatever she’s working on, or update you on the case. She’ll ask questions to make sure you’re following, and correct you if you’re off the mark. 

When you do say something smart or correct, she praises you. “Exactly. Good girl.” The way she says that doesn’t imply anything at all, but just hearing that from her lips makes you feel like squirming. The way she looks at you gives you butterflies. Her eyes are intense and grounding. “Stop getting lost in my eyes and focus.” She chides. She’s very aware of your less than secret crush.

When you’re packing up, she makes her last request for the day. “Pour me a drink before you go.” 

“Yes ma’am.” You open her cabinet where she already has a stash of some favorite alcohols. As you’re pouring her a shot of whiskey, she puts out her cigarette and looks at you. “Why don’t you join me? You’re old enough, right?” Her stare is intense. Maybe she’s finally decided to take you seriously. That all starts with getting to know you of course.

“I am. I’m twenty-two.” You pour yourself a little less than her. You weren’t the best drinker quite yet. 

“Twenty-two? I remember being that young…” She downs the drink with ease. “You remind me a bit of myself back then. Wide-eyed and eager to get into crime solving...” She pours herself another shot. “I remind you of yourself?” That’s maybe the best compliment you’ve ever received in your life. “Very much so. Young people are so enthusiastic. It’s almost exhausting.”

“You say that like you’re not young.” 

“I’m young, but I’m not twenty two young.” What does that even mean?

“Thirty one is still young!” She sits up suddenly. “How’d you know my age?” You let that slip. “Uhm… I’ve done my own investigating about you… just to see who my mentor was. Nothing else.” That’s a horrible excuse and you know it.

“You’re quite the fangirl aren’t you? I’m not some star serenading you on stage, you know.” Her gaze softens. “I know. You’re only the best detective Piltover has ever seen! Your work has always been my inspiration.” She looks surprised. “Well I didn’t expect that. Thank you though.” There’s a small bit of color on her cheeks. 

“Of course! When I got approved for this internship, I was so happy I could faint.” She scoffs. “Were you really that excited to spend your time with an old lady like me?”  

“Thirty one isn’t old at all! I said that already. And yes, who wouldn’t be excited to learn from you?”

“You flatter me.” She takes her second shot. “You haven’t drank yours. Why’s that? Don’t like whiskey?” She raises one eyebrow. “No that’s not it I just… Don’t have that much drinking experience. Especially with the strong stuff.” She nods in understanding. “I see. There’s no rush.” She gets up to close the blinds. “I’ll probably be spending the night here again.” You take your shot, and make a face without meaning to. You hear Det. Kiramman chuckle at you. “You shouldn’t sleep here again.” You changed the subject.

“Why’s that? I’m a grown woman.” She turns on her record player, and a slow jazz song begins to play. “Well, you were up all night here weren’t you? Don’t you have someone to go home to?”

“No. I’m unmarried.” She lights a cigarette and takes a drag. All the while, her eyes stay on you. “Oh. Well still. You should get a good nights rest. If you work this amazingly on no sleep, I can’t even imagine how much you’d get done with rest.” She chuckles a bit at your enthusiasm. “I never thought I’d have such a dedicated fan. This profession isn’t exactly the sort to warrant that. You’re right though.” She puts on her coat and locks her cabinets. “Alright, I’ll walk you home.” 

“What?” 

“I had you drinking. As your mentor, it’d be irresponsible to send you on your way alone. Especially at this time of night, knowing there’s a serial killer out there who goes for your type.” Of course. It’s strictly professional. You didn’t have enough alcohol to actually get you drunk though. “Oh. Yes of course. Let me get my stuff.”

The walk home is silent except for the sound of your heels against the pavement. The city is awake, and so are the bars and clubs. The sound of live jazz bands and clapping finds its way outside to the cold night. “That sounds fun.” You say, trying to make conversation. “You think so? I’ve never been one for dancing. Especially in those flashy dresses.” She doesn’t seem like the type anyways.

“Uhm, detective?” She answers without looking at you. “Yes?”

“Can I call you Caitlyn?” She seems to think for a moment. “Hmm.. Ms. Caitlyn is fine. Detective Kiramman does get a little long. I’m still your mentor, so show some respect.” It’s a more personal than what you called her before, so that’s fine with you.

“I understand, Ms. Caitlyn.” You try and hide the giggle in your voice saying her name caused. 

You got to your apartment after Caitlyn insisted taking you to your room. “Thank you for walking me home, Ms. Caitlyn.” She shakes her head. “It’s no issue. Just get some sleep and be back in the office at eight a.m. sharp. With my coffee.” She points her cigarette like it’s an order. It is. “Yes ma’am!” Caitlyn shakes her head and sighs. “You’re quite the character. Well, goodnight.” She begins to leave.

“Wait! Isn’t it dangerous for you to go home alone?” Caitlyn turns around. “I’ll be fine.” She lifts one side of her coat to reveal the gun on her hip. “Oh. Alright then. Goodnight.” After closing the door, you couldn’t help but giggle. There’s no reason you should find that attractive, but everything she did was so arousing to you. The way she barked orders to you, the way cigarettes dangled from her lips, and even the dark circles under her eyes. 

The next morning, Caitlyn wasn’t in her office. Her things were, so she was somewhere in the building. You took the time to prepare her coffee, organize her papers, and sit in her chair for a moment. She really was amazing. In frames around her office were newspaper articles about her accomplishments. Catching killers, thieves of ancient relics, and busting entire drug rings. 

“Morning.” The door swings open. Ms. Caitlyn looks like she just came from a meeting. The moment she closes the door, she lights a cigarette and loosens her tie. “Finally out of that stuffy room. I hate meetings.” She looks around her office, noticing the organization. “It looks nice in here for once. Thanks, doll.” 

“Oh! no probl-” what did she just call you? Suddenly the room is getting very hot. You unbutton your shirt just a tad to cool off. Caitlyn’s wearing a ghost of a smile like she knows what she did to you.  

“Uhm, I need to use the bathroom.” 

“Okay. Go ahead.” You’re excused awkwardly to go compose yourself.  When you return, she’s back in her chair, filling out documents with a pen. “So, today I’ll be interrogating another suspect.”

“Can I help?” 

“I was planning on letting you listen in. You won’t be in the room with me, but you’ll be able to hear everything through a radio. I’ll be conducting the interrogation with another detective. I hope you’ll be able to observe some helpful tactics.” She paces around the room, twirling her pen. “I’m convinced this is the killer. I’ve been keeping my eye on this man for some time now, but I couldn’t find anything really substantial until last week.” She looks so passionate like this. You can’t help but admire her.

“That’s wonderful! I’m excited to listen.” She fixes her clothes and puts her cigarette out. “Well, let’s go.” 

You’re escorted to a room directly behind the interrogation room. You can see the whole thing through a one way mirror, and  as promised there’s a radio. Some other police and detectives are in the room with you, but similarly to Caitlyn, they don’t really acknowledge you.

The suspect is sitting inside the room alone, with a grim expression. He is scary looking. The kind of man you’d think would go after college girls in the night. Then, Caitlyn and her colleague enter. They exchange formalities, but Caitlyn seems a lot more serious than the other detective. 

As the interrogation goes on, it’s clear to you what they’re doing. Caitlyn is playing the bad cop. “I have evidence against you no one can deny.” Her voice is firm and her eyes are burning. “I know you’re the one behind this. There’s no use trying to lie to me. Just say it, and this will all be over.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” The man pleads. “I understand this is stressful, but we need you to be honest.” The other detective is playing the good cop. “I’m being honest!” The suspect snaps. “I don’t think you are. You were spotted with the late Ms. Samantha an hour before she died. You also lied about your whereabouts the night Ms. Williams was murdered.” Caitlyn definitely sounds a little scary. If you were the real killer under her gaze, you’d give up by now.

“I’m telling you! I’ve got nothing to do with this!” 

“Hey, I honestly don’t think it’s you. Unfortunately, we have a suspect list to go through.” The other detective assures the man. “I’m getting tired of this. I’m going to the restroom.” Caitlyn leaves. The other detective begins to speak again. “I know she’s being a bit harsh right now. She can get like that when trying to crack a tough case. Just tell me your side of the story, okay?” 

“It’s not me! I hated those women because they treated me so terribly! I know I have a motive, and I know my actions don’t make me look innocent! I promise it’s not me though!” The suspect is being more vulnerable now. “What do you think?” Caitlyn entered the observation room. “You’re doing great! Are you being mean on purpose?” She nods. “Yep. Allowing the suspect alone time with Detective Lanes will make me seem like the bad guy. They’re likely to build a rapport with her, and become more vulnerable. It’s a psychological tactic. Watch.” 

Sure enough, the suspect is speaking more. “I was with Samantha that night. We went out drinking and I told her that I wanted more out of our relationship. She rejected me though. I was just so devastated. I loved her so much. I just hate how all these bitches think they can just throw me away after everything I do for them.” He begins to cry. “Thought so.” Caitlyn mumbles. “Killed the poor girl because she rejected him. What a sick man.” 

You tell yourself getting nervous. She’s leaning over your shoulder, with one hand on the back of your chair watching the suspect. “Maybe one day, we’ll get to do interrogations like this together. When I become a real detective.” She looks down at you and smiles a real smile. “Maybe one day. That’d be nice.” You can’t help but fantasize about it. You and detective Kiramman working together to force the truth out of criminals. You and detective Kiramman pulling all nighters together trying to make sense of strange clues. You and detective Kiramman taking breaks together, where you share cigarettes and pull her in for a kiss by that damned tie. You’re brought back from your delusions by Caitlyn clearing her throat. “I hope you’re focusing on what’s in front of you right now.” She ruffles your hair. “Well, I’m going back in.” 

The interview ends, and the man is put in custody. It’s around nine p.m. now. You’re meant to be home, but you wanted to check on Caitlyn. “Ms. Caitlyn?” You open her door, and she’s still there. She look pensive. “Oh, you’re still here? It’s Dangerous to go home at this hour.” 

“I wanted to hear your thoughts. On the interview this afternoon.” Caitlyn sighs, and lights a cigarette. 

“Well… I haven’t gone through the entire transcription yet, but from the experience alone, I can’t say for sure yet. You should get home. It’s late. Be careful alright?” 

“I’ll be careful. Thanks Ms. Caitlyn.” The walk home that night is peaceful. You’re a little disappointed that she didn’t offer to walk you home again tonight. When you get home, your rotary phone is going off. 

“Hello?”

“Did you make it home alright?” It’s Caitlyn. 

“Ms. Caitlyn? Yes I did. Thank you for checking on me.”

“It’s nothing. I just wanted to check because I don’t know for sure if this is my actual culprit. Besides, catching one guy doesn’t mean all of them are gone.”

“Yes that’s true. Are you still at the office?”

“Yes. I’m probably going to stay all night. Brew me something strong tomorrow.” 

“Yes ma’am. I’m heading to bed now then. Goodnight.” 

“Take care. Goodnight.”

You feel giddy. She wanted to check on you! What a sweet gesture. She truly must care for you. What if it was more? It couldn’t be. Deciding to stop letting delusions get the best of you, you get ready for bed, and go to sleep. 

When you get to the office the next day, Caitlyn is still there. She’s sleeping rather peacefully at her desk, with her cheek resting on an arm and scattered papers. She really looks to be in a deep sleep, so you decide to leave her alone. You find her trench coat on the rack and drape it over her sleeping form. She looks less serious like this. All soft and cozy. 

You’ll brew her some coffee whenever she wakes up. For now, Detective Kiramman gets a break.

Taglist: @gwscloq

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For day 6 of HCW, I’m thinking about…

𝔊𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔱 ℭ𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔩𝔶𝔫

Ghost!Caitlyn x fem!reader headcanons

summary: what happens when a girl moves into an old house, and catches the eye of the spirit trapped there?

♡ Ghost Caitlyn who doesn’t know what to do when you move into her house. Usually, she’d chase the new owner out with typical tricks like throwing objects or flickering the lights. 

♡ Ghost Caitlyn who doesn’t really haunt you at all. She’s too intrigued by you. Sometimes you’d feel a presence behind you when you’re reading, cooking, watching tv, anything. 

♡ Ghost Caitlyn who sometimes shows herself to you. Its only at night though. You’d see a figure in your bed, or her reflection in the mirror, but you never feel threatened. Something about her gaze feels more protective and curious. 

♡ Ghost Caitlyn who starts to view you as hers too. You’ve become a part of her home now. If you bring over a friend or a date, that’s the only time she starts to act out. When you brought another girl over once, furniture was moving, the power went out, and the girls car alarm went off. 

♡ Ghost Caitlyn who isn’t sure what to do when you actually try and start to summon her. She didn’t expect you to be that curious. Sometimes she’ll play games with you and spell something scary on an ouija board, or say something mysterious in your radio. 

♡ Ghost Caitlyn who begins to appear more often. Almost always lying beside you in bed or watching you sleep. She never looks very scary. Just watching or toying around with your things. 

♡ Ghost Caitlyn who finally tells you her name one random night. She admitted she wasn’t there to harm or scare you, but simply a ghost who remained in this house. You see her more as a spirit than a ghost.

♡ Ghost Caitlyn who was an army general when she was alive. She even guides you to an old photo album left behind in the attic. She died in battle, but her spirit returned to her home.

♡ Ghost Caitlyn who starts to interact with you pretty regularly after that. If you’re cooking, you’ll find the next ingredient already next to you. Sometimes your laundry would be folded when you come home from work, or the floor would be obviously swept.

♡ Ghost Caitlyn who begins to touch you. Sometimes you’d feel a hand on your shoulder, or a strand of your hair would lift. When you’re relaxing on the couch or in bed, one side of your body will sometimes feel heavy. Like someone’s leaning on you.

♡ Ghost Caitlyn who starts to appear in your dreams. Nothing malicious, just her drinking tea, asking you questions, or talking about her story.

♡ Ghost Caitlyn who starts to become very bold. When you’re brushing your teeth in the mirror, hand imprints would appear on your waist or breasts. Sometimes you’d feel cold breath on your neck, or a hand on your cheek when you’re half asleep in bed.  nsfw

♡ Ghost Caitlyn who one night decides to make her move. While you’re trying to sleep, you feel cold, invisible hands on your legs, and then on your body.  Whispers of a quiet voice ask permission. Even as an invisible spirit, she refuses to use that to take advantage of you.

♡ Ghost Caitlyn who gives you the weirdest night of your life. You feel yourself being penetrated by two digits, but no one’s there. You feel her kissing your neck, but there’s no saliva. It’s strange watching your thighs being lifted and nothing’s there. It’s even stranger coming over and over again to an invisible tongue. You can’t even imagine what you look like right now to anybody else. This happens more than once. You could be reading before bed, or sipping on tea, and the next moment, clenching around fingers that aren’t really there. 

♡ Ghost Caitlyn who always makes sure you leave the house with some kind of mark. That way, even when you’re somewhere she cannot go, everyone knows you’re spoken for. 

a/n:

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wip inspired by @child-of-plut0 art

How did I not think of detective Caitlyn this is perfect 😭

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Summary: late day four of HCW with the prompt crime!

1.2k words

“Promise this one won’t be long?” Caitlyn adjusted her uniform collar and sighed. “Sadly I can’t. I won’t say much for your own safety, but an aggressive enemy has threatened war. I don’t want to send us into a conflict, but it looks like everyone is turning to me again.” Caitlyn brushes a stray lock of hair behind her ear. 

“Just do your best.” You kissed her one last time before she leaves.

Shouting. 

That was the only thing you could hear besides your own breathing. You couldn’t see at all. The room you’d been keep in was pitch dark. You couldn’t move at all either. Your wrists and ankles had been tightly bound for hours. 

It was a politically motivated stunt. You weren’t really involved, but you were the perfect target if they wanted to get under the skin of someone who was involved. Your wife, Caitlyn Kiramman. But hopefully, she wouldn’t do anything rash.

Maybe around twelve hours ago, you were at home alone, trying and failing to stay awake until Caitlyn came home. The last few weeks had been rough. Meetings and strategies had completely sucked away any free time. Things would be okay though. 

You gave up waiting when the clock struck midnight. After retiring to bed, you blacked out quickly. Then you woke up here. In a dark room, all alone, and restrained. This was definitely a plot to finally get Piltover to make a move. Holding the spouse of the Commander of Piltover hostage was practically taunting them. 

By this time, you had no clue if maybe they asked for ransom. If maybe they lied about your condition to the outside world. For now, you were unscathed save for the small cuts from the less than gentle transportation. Caitlyn would definitely be worried. You could only hope they would find you before something worse could happen. 

Another few hours passed. Your jaw was hurting. Your mouth was rendered useless by a rag muffling any sound you made. You were still scared for your life, but you were more afraid of how eerily quiet it had become so suddenly. 

That’s when the screaming started. You heard one shot, then two, then five, and then eight. Not fast enough to be a machine, but calculated and skilled. 

“It’s a sniper!”

“Get down!”

“Find them! now!” 

Your captors were scrambling outside. Your head was scrambling. It’s possible this was not your savior, but perhaps an even bigger threat. The screams died down, but you could still hear gunshots. Why were they still shooting? There’s no way anyone was still alive out there. Then they stopped. Now it was really quiet. You held your breath, praying to whoever was above that they had your best interest in mind. Another shot rang out, this time right outside the door of the shed you were in. You heard the lock and the bullet hit the ground. Shutting your eyes tightly, you heard the door creak open. 

Footsteps of a single person was all you heard. The clicking of boots. Then, they stopped. In an instant, the figure was knelt down, hugging you tightly. “Caitlyn?…” you tried to say through your gag. The familiar scent hit you like a train, and you began to cry. 

She pulled the rag from your mouth, and laid her hands on your shoulders firmly. She’s shaking. “Are you okay?” Her voice is empty. Cold. “Yes.”

“Did they hurt you?”

“Uhm- no.”

“Is there anything I need to know about?”

“I-I’m okay. Nothing happened by the time you came to save me. Thank you..”

After pulling away, Caitlyn quietly freed you. Something felt wrong. Why was she being so quiet? And why was it still quiet outside? 

She helped you to your feet, and walked you to the closed door of the dark shed. “Wait.” You stopped. “Is everything alright?… Did you arrest them?” She doesn’t respond. She’s right next to you too. 

Slowly, one of her arms goes behind your head to come around and cover your eyes. “What’s going on? I can manage on my-”

“Don’t say a word. Just do as I say.” She’s speaking low. Without another word, you allow her to keep her hand over your eyes. You can hear the door open, and step out in time with Caitlyn. The metallic scent of blood is overwhelming. You can’t help but gasp for fresh air that doesn’t come. “Caitlyn what’s-”

“They didn’t want to come for you.” She starts quietly, while guiding you through whatever horror she doesn’t want you to see. “They needed more time to think it over. Saving one person would risk the entire population.” Was she talking about you? “I didn’t like that answer, so I decided to come get you myself. Lucky me, though.” Your stomach is sinking. You can hear the smile on her lips. “They weren’t organized. They argued over what to do with you, and broke out into an argument. It got violent. They all thought they were the leader, so they killed each other. A shoot out. Result of infighting. I heard the screams of my precious wife, so I merely had to come and get her. That’s what happened. That’s our truth.” 

A lie. You know that’s not what happened, but the alternative made you want to vomit. “If I get in trouble for this, you’ve seen nothing, you’ve heard nothing.” She helps you into a vehicle, and removes her hand from your eyes. “Don’t turn around. Just look at me until I say it’s over.” Her eyes look distant and hollow. She keeps eye contact for maybe five minutes, before nodding. “Don’t worry. Everything will be okay.” She brings you in for another tight hug.

When you’re finally home that night, Caitlyn helps clean and patch you up. In bed, she holds you tight against her. “I’ll never let that happen again. Do you hear me? That will never happen to you ever again.” You’re still scared, but you never imagined that you’d be afraid of her. You knew she was a military official, but what she had done to get you back showed what she was capable of. 

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been out for so long. I should’ve known. Should’ve been there…” Caitlyn’s fingers twitch against your hair, like she’s pulling a trigger. “It’s okay. You’ve had a lot on your plate.” You mumbled into her shoulder. 

“No it’s not. Nothing I did could ever amount to the amount of pain I wanted them to feel. Not a death slow enough, not a bullet fast enough.” She’s gripping you tighter. “Cait? You’re scaring me a little…” It’s like she doesn’t hear you. She keeps going on about death, and making those kidnappers suffer. All the while, she’s beginning to grip your hair too tight, and you can feel her nails in your back. “I’ll never let you out of my sight again. I can’t- I cant loose anyone again. Not you.”

You make a pained sound that finally snaps Caitlyn out of her rage. “Oh, oh darling I’m so sorry… Forgive me please. When I got home, and the house was ransacked, you weren’t there, and I..” She’s crying. You try and comfort her as best you can. “Hey it’s okay! I don’t know what’s going to result from…whatever you did, but I’ll be with you the whole time.”

She moves so she can look you in the eyes, and places one hand on your cheek. “Even though you know what I did?”

“I saw nothing. I have no evidence of anything against you.” Caitlyn gasps quietly before pulling you close. “I’d do anything for you. I’d do that again if I had to.”  You stayed huddled like that all night. 

The next morning, you wake up to Caitlyn on the phone. “A camp of them found dead? Oh….yes, I see. Have you got any leads?…”  Caitlyn turns around and grins at you. An uncanny smile graces her lips.

“That’s too bad..”

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Me as soon as my eyes land on all the handsome caitlyn week fanarts:

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Doubts

Summary: a short one shot for day 2 of HCW featuring Cait x fem!reader

w/c- 598

“Alright, ready to go?” You heard your wife calling you from the front door. “Coming!” You shouted back while touching up your makeup in the mirror. You were nervous beyond belief. This was your first public appearance with your wife, the commander of Piltover, Caitlyn Kiramman. You’re not exactly the expectation anybody had for her as a partner. What would they all think? Someone as amazing as Caitlyn choosing to spend her time with some wannabe elite. 

“Darling, we have to go. Is everything alright?” She comes inside the bathroom to check on you. “Yeah, I just…” you put down your mascara and sigh. “I don’t think I’m cut out for fancy elite parties like this…” 

“Why? You look gorgeous. You don’t have to do much. If you want, we can just go for a little while for formalities.” She helps you out of your chair. 

She’s wearing a long, black dress with a small slit showing one leg. The top of the dress is sewn like a halter top, with her shoulders and collarbone exposed. “You look really good.” You compliment her. “Oh stop flattering me.” She pats your cheek. “Are you ready to go?” 

“Yes.” You make your way to the car, Caitlyn opens the door for you, and you’re off.

The chauffeur stops in front of the venue, and Caitlyn squeezes your hand. “Are you sure you still want to come? You really don’t have to if you’re uncomfortable, love.” 

“No, I’ve got this. Let’s go.” You get out of the car, and there are already paparazzi and other guests waiting outside and gawking, trying to get a look at the new Kiramman Mrs. To calm your obvious nerves, Caitlyn offers you her arm, which you take. “Just don’t pay them any mind. We look good, we’ll be okay.” She leads you inside.

As usual, Caitlyn is turning heads in her dress and heels. She’s already tall, but she turns almost goddess like in heels. You on the other hand are standing behind her letting her do all the talking. It feels like everyone’s talking about you. As she converses politely with politicians, she notices your unusual discomfort. “Excuse me…” she curtly leads you away, and to the bathroom. 

“Hey,  darling is everything okay?” She cups your cheek and looks at you with those concerned eyes. “I just… they’re all looking at me and whispering and… I just want to go.” Before you can even finish explaining, Caitlyn hugs you tight. “Hey it alright. I know how hard it is constantly being in the public eye. just remember, nothing any old politician or news outlet says could ever make me feel any different about you.” 

“No it’s not that, it’s your image. I don’t want to make you look bad.” 

“Me? Oh please. Don’t even start.” She chides. “I couldn’t care less about what they think of me. Especially if it’s about you. You know what? Let’s go home.” She grabs your hand and leads you out of the bathroom. 

After quickly saying goodbye to anyone who tries to stop her, she gets you in the car, and the chauffeur speeds off. “Now, enough of that stuffy party and those snobby people. I’m focusing on you now.” She takes your chin and pulls you in for a kiss.  

You both stumble inside, still attached at the lips Caitlyn kicks the door shut behind her, and a maid goes to lock it. They’ve seen you two like this multiple times. Most don’t even care anymore. 

“Now, let’s get these dresses off.” Caitlyn clicks your bedroom door shut.

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someone should draw Caitlyn Kiramman in this please

Saw this at the Louvre museum the other day. Reminded me of the fic I wrote for HCW.

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𝔇𝔢𝔳𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫

summary: a collection of short stories between Knight! Caitlyn Kiramman x fem!princess! Reader for HCW!💙

warnings: smut in the middle of the story. I’ll tell you when it’s coming.

songs: Ethereal by Txmy, Golden Brown by The Straglers, Carnival of the Animals: The Swan

“I swear”

“I swear”

“To protect”

“To protect” 

“And to give my life”

“And to give my life”

“For her highness”

“For her highness.”

“Under any circumstance.”

“Under any circumstance.” 

“With god as my witness.”

“With god as my witness.”

“Amen.”

“Amen.”

The knight was in full armor, pledging their loyalty and life to you. As princess, you knew you’d receive your own Kiramman night one day. They’ve been protecting your family for generations with skill and dignity. This one; however, she’s different. Starting with the fact it’s a she. The female voice surprised you. A lady knight? Almost unheard of. 

You’d see her sometimes, training in the vast field outside your bedroom window, but from such a distance, you never caught this mysterious woman’s face. You’re brought back from your thoughts by the man beckoning you to stand. Like you rehearsed, you stand, receive the sword, and knight her. The crowd erupts in applause, and the knight finally stands. 

She’s tall. That’s the first thing you notice about her. You give her the sword, which she receives with two hands and a bow. 

After the commotion of the ceremony, you’re escorted back to your bedroom by ladies in waiting to get out of your special gown. “Did you know her highness’s knight is a woman?” One whispers to the other. “I did! I heard it was because the Kiramman’s were unable to produce a son.” So that was it. There was no Kiramman son to protect you, so their daughter would. 

You saw no issue with it. Even if she’s half as skilled as her predecessors, you’d be in good hands. Taking the time to rest in your simple silk dress, you pluck a book from your shelves and settle down to read. 

Knock knock knock

The wrapping at your door comes around half an hour later when you answer, it’s your new knight. She’s not fully armed anymore, but her helmet is still on. “Good afternoon, your highness.” She bows. “Good afternoon…” you’re so curious about this woman, and why she won’t remove her helmet. “As your personal guard, I’ve come to start my duties today. May I come inside?” You open the door wider and allow her to come inside.

“You’re a woman?” The question slips from your lips before you could think about asking. The knight turns quickly as if it was an insult. “Well- yes, your highness, but I assure you I can protect you as well as any man.” She sounds bitter.

“That’s not what I meant! I just found it to be peculiar.” 

“My apologies. I am an only child. There is no son to take on the family name, so I was to instead.” She’s got a pretty voice. 

“I have no doubts you’ll make a fine knight. Sometimes, I’d see you training out there.” You motion to your window. 

“Really? Yes, I practice out there a lot.” She adjusts her helmet. 

“Would you maybe…uhm, remove your helmet? I’d like to see your face.” You can hear her armor shift when she does. You’ve caught her off guard. “My face? I’m not sure, your highness… it’d be unchivalrous.” 

“Would it? As your princess I command you.” You weren’t going to let chivalry stop you from finally seeing this woman up close. She sighs, but removes her helmet. Her striking blue eyes avoid your curious ones, and her lips tighten. She’s beautiful. Her dark blue hair is tied into a bun, and her face is perfectly sculpted. 

When she notices you staring, her cheeks turn a soft pink. “Is that to your liking, your highness?” 

“Uhm…yes. There’s no need to wear your helmet all the time.” You try and brush off the feeling in your chest, and the heat in your own cheeks. “What’s your name?” You ask, trying to distract yourself from your new, beautiful personal guard. “Caitlyn Kiramman.” Caitlyn. It suits her perfectly. 

“Can I call you Caitlyn?” 

“Of course, your highness.” She finally looks at you. It’s silent. “You’re beautiful.” Caitlyn looks surprised, but catches herself and puts on a stoic poker face to hide it. “Thank you, your highness.” She looks around your room before her eyes settle back on you. You break the silence.“I’ve been looking forward to my personal Kiramman knight.” You giggled. Caitlyn smiles “Were you? I can only hope I won’t disappoint you, your highness. As a Kiramman, and your knight, it is my honor to serve you.” She bows. Maybe you don’t mind the chivalry so much after all.

“My lady!” One of your maids calls. “Tea is ready in the garden for you.” 

“Shall we go?” You say to Caitlyn. “Of course, your highness.”

Laughter and music filled the ballroom, as lords and ladies waltzed and drank. You were standing in the corner, sipping idly on a drink, denying suitor after suitor a dance with you. Everyone wanted to dance with the princess. After all, the one who conquered your heart would gain the throne. 

That’s what they all thought, but your heart had already been conquered. Conquered by your lady-knight who guarded you fiercely. Her dedication made you swoon. The small gap between her two front teeth made your heart flutter. Her watchful eyes monitoring your every move made you weak in the knees. You were so caught up in your fantasy, you didn’t realize that she was making her way over to you.

“Your highness.” Caitlyn bows politely. “Caitlyn! You startled me.” You dismiss the thoughts of the woman standing right in front of you. She gently takes your hand and kisses it, keeping eye contact the whole time. Her lips are soft. “You look lovely tonight. No wonder all eyes are on you.” Her eyes carry a certain fondness in them. No one’s ever looked at you like that. No one except for her. 

“Thank you.” You reply. She stands up straight. “Dance with any handsome suitors this evening?” Her voice sounds a little teasing. “No.” You admit.

“Why’s that, your highness? No one to your liking?” 

“Something like that.”

Before you can continue your conversation, a noble from another region comes over to you. “Your highness, may I have this dance?” Feeling bored and unamused, you accept. “Yes. That sounds lovely.” Your voice is devoid of any actual emotion. He leads you to the ballroom floor and you dance. You feel nothing. You had to dance with some men though. You didn’t want to seem impolite.

While you’re lost in your own world as this man whirls you around, you get a glimpse of Caitlyn. She’s staring daggers at the noble you’re dancing with. She looks…

 jealous. 

You’ve never seen your stoic knight scowl like that. When the dance comes to an end, she doesn’t clap.

When you return to stand by her, she clears her throat and goes back to her poker face. “Caitlyn, are you alright?” 

“Quite alright, your highness.” Her voice is sharp. She’s upset. “Did you want to dance?” She looks flustered. “No, princess. Even if I wanted to, this ball is not for me.” 

She didn’t leave your side for the rest of the night.

For months now, you have begged Caitlyn to take you on her horse. In truth, you know how to ride a horse, but that’s not what you wanted. You wanted an excuse  to wrap your arms around your knight and hold her close. “Please Caitlyn? I promise you won’t be endangering me!” You begged for what felt like the hundredth time. “Well…fine. If you really want to this much.” 

You could almost jump for joy. Caitlyn sees how ecstatic you are, and a giggle slips from her usually stoic face. “You’re lucky you’re my princess.” She comments before leading you outside.

“Careful.” Caitlyn warns once she gets you mounted on her horse. “Now, wrap your arms around me. Just so you can hold on..” she’s oddly quiet. Like saying that embarrassed her. You oblige, and even go as far as to lean your head on her shoulder. She stiffens, but relaxes and clears her throat. “Ready?” She slowly urges her horse into a steady canter. 

“You can go faster than that.” You say into her ear. “Are you sure, your highness?” She looks over her shoulder at you. “Please?” She sighs, but smiles softly. “I can’t say no to you. Come on, boy” she talks to her horse. Now, she’s going fast. She seems very comfortable on horseback. You’re clinging to her. Not just because of your ulterior motives, but because you feel like if you let go, you’ll fall off. 

“Is this fast enough for you, your highness!?” She yells over the horse’s hooves and the wind in your ears. Caitlyn’s ponytail falls out, and her navy hair blows in your face. She’s laughing like she’s having fun. You’ve never seen her act such a way. She’s always so sure to act in accordance to her chivalry. You laugh with her. Caitlyn’s horse neighs, driving her attention to the oncoming thicket. She stops the horse abruptly, making you lurch into her. Loosing her balance, Caitlyn falls, and you follow.

You laugh with her for what feels like hours on the ground. When you’re both done, Caitlyn stands up and offers you her hand to help you up. You take it, and she pulls you up. “Was that enough for you?” She asks playfully. “I can’t believe I almost got you killed.” She runs her hand through her disheveled hair. “Well, let’s head back. Your father will have my head if we don’t get back soon.” 

“You can take a break for just a few minutes.” Your arms where around Caitlyn’s neck and she had one gloved hand on your hip. Quite an intimate position for anybody, but one especially unacceptable for a princess. “Princess, your safety comes first every time. I don’t need breaks.” You pouted at her. “Nonsense. It doesn’t have to be a long break.” Caitlyn gently pries you off of her. “I’m sorry, your highness. I’ll have to refuse.” Sitting back on your bed, you ask. “Why do you always work so hard? You almost never take any breaks.” 

You see Caitlyn shift around in discomfort. “I have a lot to manage. One princess along with my entire family’s honor. No one expected much of me.” You decide to be quiet. This is clearly her trying to be vulnerable. “Because there was no male heir to the Kiramman name, it was up to me. A girl. I’ve always had to work twice as hard, be twice as strong, fast, smart, just for anyone to take me seriously. Even now.” Caitlyn looks exhausted. 

“I…I didn’t consider that. I’m sorry, Caitlyn.” Now, you feel a little selfish for messing with her. Caitlyn looks remorseful. “No, don’t be sorry. I did everything I did to get here. Guarding royalty has always been the pride of the Kiramman family. Being here with you now means everything I’ve worked for was worth it.” She comes close enough to loom over you, and bends to meet your face. “But maybe I could use a break. Having a princess like you to remind me to relax is a blessing in itself.”

She looks beautiful up close like this. You can’t look away. Caitlyn’s eyes soften, and she cups your cheek with one gloved hand. “I’ll forever be loyal to you. Not a single soul can touch you as long as I’m alive.” The intimate moment lasts a little longer before Caitlyn clears her throat and stands up. “Excuse me, your highness. I’ll go take my post now.”

You were sitting outside with your entourage of maids and ladies in waiting, who were all swooning watching the knights spar. You were too, but the only one staring at the lady-knight was you. You’ve never seen her spar, but she’s good at it. After quickly ending a match, Caitlyn notices you. She approaches and removes her helmet. She’s covered in the slightest sheen of sweat. “Your highness,” she keels and kisses your hand. “Caitlyn! I came to watch you you spar.” She looks surprised. “Did you? Well, thank you. I hope I’ve impressed you?”

“Very much so.” Caitlyn giggles.

“I’m afraid I can’t stay and talk very long. After all, everyone’s waiting to joust with the current champion.” She smiles curtly before putting her helmet back on and leaving. Watching her maneuver with such ease and expertise only encouraged your forbidden fantasies. Every so often, you’ll even catch Caitlyn turning in your direction after a match. Almost like she wants to see what you thought of it.

Of course, you clap, smile as you’ve been trained to, and continue to admire her skill. You’d expect nothing less from a Kiramman night, man or woman. What drew you to her even more was the fact that she worked harder than any other knight in the palace grounds. All to finally get the opportunity to stand by you.

The idea was very romantic, but even more so because it was true. You weren’t stupid though, and doubt that Caitlyn feels the same. After all, from what you’ve learned of her, she sticks to the classic rules of chivalry. Opting to ignore the harsh reality, you brushed those thoughts away and returned to observing her.

“I really don’t think this is a good idea.” Caitlyn whispered to you again. “It’s fine. You’re with me so I’ll be alright.” You whisper-shouted back. Being that she can’t refuse you, she continues walking alongside you. The cloak you were wearing to sneak into town effectively hid your face, and more expensive clothes. Caitlyn was free to have her face exposed. As long as she wasn’t wearing armor, you looked like a pair of peasant women; normal. Caitlyn of course insisted that she bring her sword. When you refused, she settled for a dagger.

“Let’s go over here!” You grab her hand and drag Caitlyn to a stall selling some strange dessert. “Princess! I can’t let you eat that.” Caitlyn stares at the street food in disgust. “Don’t call me that!” You shush her and buy the thing anyways.“It looks like rubbish.” Caitlyn says. “It tastes good.” You defend the humble treat. “Would you like a taste?” You offer her the side where you’ve been eating from. “Uhm…” She hesitantly takes a bite. Her cheeks are pink again. “It’s fine…” Caitlyn seems a little flustered. 

When you finally return, Caitlyn sneaks you back inside without anyone noticing. She helps you climb through the window in your bedroom, and takes the peasants cloak. “There. I really shouldn’t have allowed this. Unfortunately I can never say no to you, my lady.” She smiles at you fondly. “I know.” You reply mischievously. Caitlyn gets close. Her eyes are looking all around. Sometimes away from you. “…Your highness, may I?” Her hand gently grabs your chin, and her thumb is on your bottom lip. If you didn’t feel the same desire for her, she would get in trouble for touching you like this. You nod meekly. 

She wraps her arm around you and pulls you closer. “Excuse me.” And then, her lips are on yours. She kisses you slowly, softly, and with passion. She slowly gets your back against the wall, and prods your lips with her tongue. Understanding what she wants, you let her in. The kiss lasts for what feels like forever. The room is completely silent save for the soft, quiet moans coming from you and Caitlyn.

When she finally pulls away, she hugs you tight. “My lady…” She says into your ear. “I love you, princess. I swear it.” She caresses the back of your head softly, and sighs. “They’d have my head for this.”

WARNING!!! Smut ahead. Continue at your own risk. There is more fluff/ story afterwards so skip if you want to!

You’re riding in a carriage through town, and Caitlyn is on horseback riding next to you. It’s the night of your birthday ball. Despite the excitement, you weren’t too keen on going. The day had been long, filled with afternoon tea with dignitaries, visits from neighboring kingdoms, and suitors galore. This ball would be the same way. 

Once you arrived, Caitlyn dismounts her horse to help you out of the carriage. You take her hand, and step out. She immediately notices your frown. “Is everything alright, your highness? I hate to see you so upset on your birthday” 

“It’s nothing.” You insisted, before making your way inside. You can see she doesn’t quite believe you, but escorts you inside anyways.

Caitlyn’s face falls when she sees him, and when his title is announced. Your betrothed. She looks to you as if to ask for an explanation, but you can only look away. She returns to her poker face, and continues to escort you through the ball.

“Let’s dance again? Maybe this next song?” Your future husband asked, as you pulled away after a dance. “Uhm- yes, I just need some fresh air. I’ll come back.” You rush to the balcony to get away from him. Leaning on the railing, you feel yourself getting ready to cry. This is not what you wanted at all. Before you can, you hear the clink of metal, and turn to see Caitlyn has followed you outside. 

“Are you alright?” When you just look at her pathetically, she comes and wraps her arm around your waist, pulling you closer. “Is it about your betrothed? He seems like a good man. Maybe even fit to be king.” 

“Yes, it’s about him!” You whine. “I don’t- I don’t want to marry for convenience. I wanted to marry for love.” Caitlyn pauses, before responding.

“Is there someone you love right now?” Her voice is quiet, and almost a little hopeful. “Yes.” You whisper. You don’t even have to say anything more for her to lean down and kiss you right there.

“Isn’t this going to look suspicious?” You ask as Caitlyn leads you down the hallway. “No. I’m simply a knight leading her lady to her quarters, because she feels overwhelmed by the festivities.” She smiles. “Wouldn’t it be chivalrous of me to assist her in calming down?” What were you getting yourself into right now?

“Sit.” She motions towards your vanity, and you take a seat. You watch in the mirror as she unfastens your corset, and every so often she’ll make eye contact through the mirror. “I knew this would happen one day.” She lets out a heavy sigh. “That you’d be betrothed.”

“I could refuse it. Surely, if I spoke to my father and explained-”

“There’s no way. I really don’t know what’s going to happen, but right now I don’t care.” She kisses your now bare shoulder. “Give me a moment.” She stands, and enters your bathroom. 

When she comes out, it looks like she just took off her armor. She’s still wearing a shirt and pants, and her hair is loosened. She sits on your bed, and you go to join her. 

Caitlyn has you both down to your undergarments. “You’re even more beautiful without all that nonsense.” She says in reference to the tight corset and pounds of makeup. “I swore my life to this body.” She says quietly while kissing your neck slowly. Her  hands explore your every crevice. “My lady…I love you. I don’t care about any suitor.” She whispers in your ear, before licking up the shell of it. She makes her way down to your legs, and parts them. “You’re okay with this?” She asks. “I need you to promise me.” You nod. “No, with words, your highness. Tell me what you want.” 

“I want you, Caitlyn. Please.” You plead. So unladylike. A princess should never beg for anything from someone below her. Ever.

Caitlyn kisses between your legs, but stops when she sees how strangely you’re reacting. “Oh- your highness I apologize. You’re a virgin. After all, princesses aren’t meant to indulge in such pleasures.” she sits up, looking down at you fondly. “How forbidden. A princess being wooed by her knight, and loosing her virginity the night she meets her betrothed. I could be killed for this, you know.”

She comes back down, and gently prods your entrance with her finger. “Just tell me if it’s too much, yes? Your highness?”

Your hands are on Caitlyn’s toned back as she prepares to deflower you. “I don’t know how to get you away from that suitor…He may be able to have you, but he won’t have this.” She gently inserts one finger inside you. It’s a strange new feeling, but one you welcome. Caitlyn kisses your neck gently, but occasionally chooses a spot to suckle on. She’s pumping her finger slowly. When you get too noisy, she shushes you. “Shhh…you can’t be loud, princess. Someone will hear you acting so indecently.” She’ll whisper. “Caitlyn!” She gently bites your ear in response. “Ah ah ah. Shh.”

“I’m serious when I say I could be killed for this. I’d loose everything I worked for.” She adds another finger, making you moan louder. “Shhhh… quiet princess. Can you really no longer hold yourself together? Becoming so weak because of your knight? How unladylike.” She scolds, and goes a little faster. 

When you feel yourself starting to climax, it’s almost like Caitlyn noticed first, because she’s moving faster. To muffle your reaction to your own climax, Caitlyn kisses you again, swallowing all your moans with quiet ones of her own. “Beautiful. That was beautiful your highness. You can do it once more, yes?” She coos into your ear. Even when you’ve finished, she doesn’t stop. “Princess, Please, let’s not go back to that stuffy ball with that awful man. I’ll take care of you.” She’s moving again. This time she lifts one of your thighs on each shoulder, and begins to lick and mouth your maiden hood. 

She’s keeping eye contact the whole time with her hazy blue eyes. She looks almost drunk off of you alone. You can no longer tell if you’re soaked with your own fluids or Caitlyn’s saliva. Her mouth feels warm against you, and you’re trembling.

You’re already going to climax again. Caitlyn’s tongue is determined to find all your sensitive spots. “Caitlyn..ahh. Please don’t stop.” Her grip on your thighs tightens and she buries herself deeper into you. 

After another climax, you feel spent. Caitlyn comes back up to lie next to you and pull you closer. “Was that to your liking, your highness? It certainly was to me. You taste just divine.” She murmurs into your hair. You fall asleep in her arms just like that. Luckily for you, Caitlyn locked the door.

“What now?” You smoothed your hair which was tied back in a bun. You got no response. Who could blame her? Anyone would be upset in such a situation. For the past month, you’d been having an affair.  Denying your future  husbands attempts to spend time with you in favor of sneaking off with Caitlyn. You couldn’t exactly avoid him now; sitting at your vanity in the while gown and veil. “Whatever happens, I’ll be there. I don’t care if that man is your husband. My loyalty is to you.” 

“Caitlyn..” you can’t find the words to speak to her. She sees your sadness and offers you help to stand up. She puts a hand on your shoulder, and uses the other to brush some stray hair from your face.“It’s alright. You look beautiful like this.” She has a strange, sad smile on her face. “Nothing will stop me from loving you, my lady. Please don’t forget that.” She embraces you once more, for what feels like forever. When you finally pull away, she kisses your forehead. “Shall we go?”

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Handsome Caitlyn Week day 1

oohhhhh my prince...

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𝔅𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔱 II

Vampire!Caitlyn Kiramman x peasant!fem!reader

part 1

summary: You’ve been living in Caitlyn’s castle for some time now. As you get the chance to explore and get to know her, secrets of her past are revealed.

a/n: hello! Finals are over so I’ll be more consistent (I promise). If you left a comment asking for p2, I assumed you wanted to be tagged. If that’s not the case, please just ask to be removed from the taglist.

w/c: 6.1k

(If you don’t have Spotify prenium, songs go in this order: Petite Fille De La Mer, Dance of the Knights, Masquerade Suite: Maskarad, Valse Sentimale.)

“I’m so sorry.” The sound of your parents weeping, and their apologies are swimming in your head. Their faces are twisting and contorting into monsters. Monsters that didn’t care about you. Then there’s Caitlyn. All her politeness acting as a calculated trap to lure you in, and devour you whole. 

You woke up in a cold sweat. A nightmare. You know you won’t be able to go back to sleep, so instead you get out of bed. Caitlyn was around the castle somewhere. You’d find her, and maybe take this time to talk.

Walking through the dark halls, you whisper for her. “Caitlyn? Are you there?” There’s no one to disturb; therefore, no reason to whisper. The darkness makes it feel as if calling for her is forbidden. A shadow makes you step back, only to bump into Caitlyn’s cold chest. “You called? Why are you awake?” She turns you around and looks at you inquisitively. 

“I had a nightmare…. I can’t go back to sleep.” Caitlyn gives you a fond look. “Is that so? You can keep me company then. Please, follow me.” She gently takes your hand and leads you through the castle.

She guides you to a door and opens it, taking you outside into the night. The sound of crickets chirping and a running fountain fills the silence. It’s a rose garden. Dark red rose bushes line a cobblestone path, and the moonlight reflects off of the fountain water. “This is my garden. I can only tend to it at night. It’s quite peaceful here.” Caitlyn lets go of your hand to observe a bloom. “Caitlyn, this is beautiful..” you wander to a stone bench under an intricate gazebo. Sitting down, you watch the vampire check on her garden.

“This place doesn’t get many guests. In fact, your the first.” Caitlyn plucks a rose and offers it to you. You take the flower and marvel at its beauty. You found it to be so beautiful, you forgot the fact that roses have thorns. A stinging pain shoots through your pointer finger, and you gasp. “Are you alri…” Caitlyn’s sentence dies on her tongue. She’s still. You put the rose down and hold your bleeding finger with your other hand. “Caitlyn?…” she’s entranced. Her eyes are laser focused on the dribble of blood leaking down to your wrist. 

With trembling hands, she grabs your arm and brings your hand closer. She licks up your wrist and begins to gently suck the shallow wound. You’re lost for words.  She stops. “Apologies. I-I don’t know what came over me.” She looks a little embarrassed. “It’s alright.” 

“Your blood is a venom to me as my venom is to you.” She laughs awkwardly. She kisses the back of your hand before letting it go. Your finger has stopped bleeding. Most likely the work of her saliva.

Caitlyn stands up and wipes a small bit of blood off her lips. “If you want, I can show you some other things in my castle.” You stand up and nod. “Oh yes please! I’ve barely seen past the second floor.” Caitlyn smiles, and leads you back inside. 

“Let’s see…” She leads you through the castle halls, and eventually gets to the room you woke up in. “This is my study. It’s where I kept you before you woke up.” You walk over to the same paintings from before. Caitlyn sees you admiring them and speaks up. “Those are the generations of family heads. This one…” she comes to stand beside you, and motions to the second to last painting right before her own. “Is my mother.” 

Caitlyn resembles her mother to almost an uncanny degree. The same eyes, facial structure, and the feeling of stern authority they both exude. “You look a lot like her.” You say. “You think so? Thank you.”

Caitlyn looks down and sighs. “She was killed by vampire hunters... A long time ago.” You hesitantly place a hand on her shoulder to comfort her. “I’ve long moved on by now. I just wish she didn’t leave me alone.” You see the sadness in her face, so you take her hand and squeeze it. “Well you’re not alone now, are you? I’m not planning on leaving.” You weren’t. Mostly out of fear for her killing you and your family, but also because of the strange desire that kept you close to her. 

“Well, let’s carry on exploring. I have something else to show you…you should probably know about it.” Caitlyn leads you up a grand staircase. Her touch is gentle, and she seems a lot more human today. Almost nurturing. When you arrive at the top, she opens some grand doors to reveal a dark, empty ballroom.

Your jaw is on the floor. Never in your wildest dreams did you ever imagine you’d get to see such a place. Even in its dark, dusty state, it was beautiful. “Wow…” Caitlyn walks inside. Her footsteps echo against the marble floor. “Do you like it? It is quite a sight.” You follow her deeper into the room. “It’s amazing. I’ve never seen such a place.” 

Caitlyn stops walking. She’s standing in the middle of the ballroom looking up at the grand chandelier above you. She doesn’t turn around to face you when she says “I used to dance here.” Her voice cracks. You catch up to her, but stay quiet. “Guests used to come, we had food, orchestras, and-and champagne for hundreds.”

This is the most emotional you’ve seen her in the weeks you’ve spent with her. Her fists are even clenched. “So, you were human once?” You asked quietly. She nods. “Once. I’ve long forgotten what it felt like. To be warm, and see the sun. To not be the target of hunters… If I hadn’t been so foolish, I’d probably be dead by now. Maybe my offspring would have continued the throne.”

“What?”

The throne? You knew she lived in a castle, but you’d never considered the fact that the castle held actual royalty at some point. “My family used to have a kingdom. Crows-wood was a part of it. I was a princess.” She turns around finally, but she’s still avoiding your gaze. “I was rotten. Immature and selfish. I was always hosting parties, fooling around with young maids, or even peasant girls. Didn’t matter to me. If I found one pretty, she’d be in my bed that same night. There was a girl…She was sweet, but meant nothing to me. I used her. Made her think I loved her, and threw her away the moment I was done. I thought she’d disappear from my life because I wanted her to, but she didn’t.”

 There was an odd feeling in your stomach. Her story was starting to feel ominous. “I was at a party in this very ballroom, when she broke in and cursed my whole family.” Caitlyn’s expression was grim. Her breathing became heavier as well. “Before I could control myself, I started to kill. Biting and tearing the flesh of my friends with my bare hands and teeth. My whole family was. Soon, trade and politics stopped concerning our kingdom, and the villages grew independent. Now, the Kiramman dynasty has been erased from history.” 

You have no clue what to say. What could you say? She was clearly mourning her past life, and you were still reeling from the tale. “Uhm…I’m sorry. That’s horrible.” You try. “No, don’t. I deserved it. I was an awful woman. I don’t even know if I’ve changed at all” 

Caitlyn makes her way to a wall of windows on one side of the ballroom. You can’t see her reflection. Her shoulders slump, and she sighs heavily. “I thought about telling you earlier, but I was scared you’d panic even more. I’m sure your feelings have changed about me, but I thought you deserved to know.” It’s silent when a yawn escapes your lips. Caitlyn turns around and starts to leave the room. “You must be tired. Go to bed.” Even though you’re feeling perfectly fine, you leave to your bedroom anyways.

You’re in your bed, flipping though the book about Caitlyn and her family’s condition. There are drawings of fangs, diagrams, and notes that all document research on “the Kiramman vampire.” At the beginning, there is mentions of the curse Caitlyn told you of.

It’s late. Your pocket watch reads two a.m. when you hear the door creak. You stay laid down on your side, and stay quiet. You hear Caitlyn sigh, and feel the bed strain as another weight settles down on it. She’s sitting right next to you.

“You’re not sleeping. I know.”  She says before continuing. “Sorry for intruding… I was just..” She’s quiet. Caitlyn sighs. “Feeling a little lonely.” Her voice is soft and slightly timid. Like she’s scared you’ll push her away. “Caitlyn, I don’t think of you differently. That story you told me, how long ago was it?” Caitlyn pauses to think for a bit. “Maybe a century by now.” She murmurs into the darkness of the room. “Do you regret that? How you treated those girls?” Caitlyn is silent for a moment. “Yes. I hate who I was then. A selfish manipulator.” You roll over to face her. “If you regret it that badly, you’ve definitely changed. If not, you’d be angry, seeking revenge, or doing the same thing to me.”

Caitlyn hums in thought. “Maybe you’re right.” Her blue eyes are glowing faintly in the dark. “You have really pretty eyes.” Caitlyn blinks, and looks down. “Thank you…” she reaches out and rubs your cheek. “You really like touching me.” You giggle softly. Caitlyn removes her hand. “Sorry. Your warmth draws me closer. I’m cold blooded now.” You feel a little sorry for her.

 “You didn’t have to stop.”

“So you’re comfortable with me?” She asks. You nod. Caitlyn suddenly crawls over you. She leans down to listen to your heart beat. “It sped up. Your heart always speeds up when I do things like this.” She smirks. “So tell me this time, does it excite you, or are you scared?” She seems genuinely interested in your response. “I’ve long forgotten what it feels like to be human. I want you to remind me.” You try to think of a response. “I suppose a little bit of both.” Caitlyn raises her eyebrows before smirking again. “Really? Are you scared that I’ll bite you? I won’t lie to you, I really want to right now, but I’ve gained control over myself in the past century.”

She’s looking at you strangely. Eyes glowing faintly and glossed over with lust, lips parted to where you can see her sharp fangs, and the way she licks her lips makes you heat up. Being the object of her gaze is making you feel a little smaller. “You’re getting warmer.” She noticed. “You like this, don’t you? Do you really enjoy watching me go mad over you?” Her long blue hair brushed against your cheek.

“What is it about this that you like? I want to know. Maybe you think I’m beautiful, and such a compromising position is flustering you. If you are scared, do you fear for your life right now?” Caitlyn’s thinking out loud. “How am I meant to resist such a beautiful girls blood? It’s like I’ve been cursed all over again.”

“If you bit me now, it’d be too early..” You try and reason. Caitlyn sighs. “You’re right. It wouldn’t hurt you, but I don’t want to get into the habit of straying from the rules I set to ensure your survival…But I really want to.” You can barely meet her gaze. You can feel her gaze raking over your body. From your face, to your chest, to the rest of your body in your nightgown. “If I still was the old me, I’d have ravished you by now.” 

Your heart skips a beat. There’s no way she just said that to you. Caitlyn sees your surprise. She just keeps smirking. “I recognize this. Some memories are coming back to me.” She leans in. “That look on a woman’s face when she’s experiencing lust.”

It’s true. You barely know her and yet you yearn for her touch, despite how cold it is. No matter how much you want to deny it. “Does your venom have long term effects?” You whisper. She thinks for a moment. “Are you asking because you’re unsure of your feelings? Well, I don’t know that. It could, but I’ve never let anyone live long enough to find out.” She reaches under your pillow.

“Looks like my mother didn’t either.” She sets The Kiramman Vampire onto your nightstand. “You knew I had that?” She laughs softly. “Of course I did. I’ve become a part of this castle. I know when something’s been moved from its place.” For a moment, you think she’s going to kiss you. When your noses are practically touching, a loud crash comes from the lower floors.

Caitlyn gets up immediately. She adjusts her clothes and signals for you to be quiet. “It’s a hunter. Stay here. Please.” She exits your bedroom, leaving your heart beating and body yearning. You’re scared for her too. If it is a hunter, they’ve definitely come to kill her. 

You sneak out of your bedroom, and indeed there’s a man right below you down the staircase. You’re watching from above when in a flash, he’s on the ground with Caitlyn on top of him. He stabs her in the shoulder with a wooden steak, but he begins to flail when Caitlyn bites down hard on his arm. She lets go and spits out his blood and a chunk of flesh.

“Revolting.” She goes for the kill, biting him in the neck. This time, she doesn’t check for a safe spot, or go about it gently as she does with you. Her eyes are glowing brightly, and you can see them become wild and distant the longer she holds onto him. After a long, painful struggle, his yelling and flailing comes to an end. The silence afterwards is loud. Caitlyn is covered in blood, and it looks like she’s still sucking him. After blinking a few times, her eyes return to the regular soft glow, and she drops the corpse. 

She coughs, and catches her breath before vomiting up pure blood. The sight is enough to make you want to faint. You gasp, and that was enough for Caitlyn to notice you. Her face is feral-looking and unfamiliar. “I told you to stay in your room.” She gets up. “I thought you would listen. You never seemed like a brat.” She starts to make her way up the stairs to you, but stops when she sees you flinch. “Oh? Why did you… You’re not scared of me, are you?” Caitlyn still had a wooden steak dug in her shoulder. She wasn’t reacting to it at all.

She’s not herself. It’s like when you pricked yourself with the rose. She’s on some sort of high you’re not familiar with. “Please don’t be scared. I’d never do that to you.” She comes closer. Her hands are shaking, and so is her voice. Her eyes are still wide and distant. “I know” you say more to yourself than to her.

“Good. I can’t stand this taste in my mouth. The taste of a man’s blood.” She finally gets to you, pulling you close in a bloody hug. “Please, replace this awful taste with yours? I promise I’ll be gentle. I won’t take a lot. It won’t be like what you just saw at all.”

Something’s off. It’s like you’re not talking to the actual Caitlyn. She pulls away, leaving you with a blood stained gown. “Forgive me if I’m scaring you. I know I’m not exactly myself right now. Killing someone gives me a… rush.” She slumps onto you suddenly. A small whimper is the only sound she makes. It’s like she’s weakened.

“Do you need me to help you with- uhm, your shoulder?” You slowly get her onto the ground, leaning on the banister. “That? Yes, can you help? Please, just pull the thing out. Get it away from me.” 

“Just pull it out? Won’t that hurt you?”

“The only thing that hurts me is a lack of others blood in my body. I don’t feel pain.”

“Uhm, okay.” You wrap your hands around the steak in her shoulder, and pull.

Despite what Caitlyn says, her face contorts in discomfort as you remove the steak. When you finally get the it out, the blood coating it is almost black. “Let me bandage it. Do you have any bandages?” She nods. “In- in the kitchen… last cabinet.” She murmurs. You go get the bandages, and some water for her. When you come back, and Caitlyn sees you with the water, she looks confused. “What do I need that for?” Her voice is soft and quiet.

“Oh. I suppose you don’t need it. I must have forgotten.” You set the glass down and sit back down beside her with the bandages. “I’m going to take off your blouse now..” you unfasten the bloody buttons, and reveal the pale expanse of her skin and breasts. Caitlyn’s looking away from you, so you can’t exactly see how she’s reacting. Trying to ignore your own thoughts, you take the blouse off completely, and begin to wrap her wound. “Wait, should I dress it with anything?” Caitlyn looks back in your direction, but still not at you. “No. It will heal on its own.” 

“You’re being very calm right now.” You comment as you continued to bandage her arm. “Well, this isn’t the first time I’ve been attacked, or stabbed.” She finally makes eye contact again with a small smile. “This is the first time I’ve had help though.” When you finish, Caitlyn stands up. “Sorry for how I was acting earlier. Killing provides a vampire with a strange ecstasy. I was not in my right mind.”

“You weren’t that strange. Just a little scary.” She rubs your head, and plays with your hair. “Yes, I can get like that sometimes… Excuse me, I need to find a fresh shirt.” She excuses herself, and goes down the hall to her bedroom. You return to your own room and change out of the bloody dress. The thought strikes you that you may have known that man. He was most likely a Crows-Wood villager who thought he could kill Caitlyn after your fathers stunt. You were standing there in the mirror, in your undergarments, thinking about the bloodshed you witnessed.

Cold blooded murder, but it was out of self defense. The sequence plays over and over in your mind, until you feel a little sick. A pair of arms snakes around your waist, and a chin rests on top of your head. “Caitlyn?” You hadn’t seen her coming because she had no reflection. “I wanted to check on you. I know humans can be sensitive to violence. You like hugs, right?” You relax into her embrace. “Hugs are nice. I’m alright. Just a little shaken.” Caitlyn turns you around and looks at you apologetically. “I didn’t want you to see that part of me. You’re my only friend. I’ve never been happier in my life than I have been with you.”

Her sincerity touches you. “My life’s never been more interesting since I met you. That’s a good thing. Life in Crows-Wood is dull.” Caitlyn doesn’t respond, but her eyes soften when she’s looking at you. “Is that so?” She pulls away from you, and sits down in a nearby chair. “Are you going to bed now?” She’s obviously looking at your body, clad in your loose, chemise. “Perhaps… I don’t know if I could after witnessing so much bloodshed.” You know she’s looking at you, and even though so much of you is covered, you still feel exposed under her gaze.

Caitlyn is sitting with her legs crossed, one arm resting on the armrest, and with her chin resting on her other fist. “Does your arm feel okay?” Is the only thing you can think of to say. “It’s fine thanks to you, dear.” There’s that fondness in her eyes again. “That’s good.” It’s silent. Caitlyn doesn’t move when you loosen out your hair, or when you crawl into bed. She finally stands, and makes her way to the side of the bed you’re sleeping on. She leans over so she’s only slightly above you. “I’ve become quite fond of you.” She brushes some hair out of your face gently.

“I didn’t think I’d ever feel that way for someone ever again since my mother died.” She leans in and kisses your forehead. “Sleep well. If you need anything, I’ll be here.” And with that, she’s gone. You’re left there in bed, heart racing, and still feeling her cold lips on your forehead. Tomorrow would be the day she feeds from you again. You touch the spot from your neck where she bit you last time. She wasn’t deceiving you when she said it would be sensual. The ritual felt almost too intimate, especially because she holds your hand the whole time. Something about how she laces her fingers between yours, how she pulls you closer, and the way the venom numbs your fear makes you almost excited for it. 

The next day, you notice yourself subconsciously picking out the nicest gown, decorating your neck in necklaces and jewels, and putting in extra time for your hair to look nice. You know you’re doing it for her, but you’re not stopping yourself. The whole day, the only thing you can think about is tonight. To pass the time, you find The Kiramman Vampire and flip to the last page you read. 

We are vulnerable to the sun as well as wooden steaks to the heart. It seems like we don’t feel much pain. I cannot say quite yet if we feel other sensations; however, we have actually contracted a new one. I don’t know if I’d consider it an emotion, or a sense though. For now, I call it bloodlust. After feeding from a human only, a Kiramman vampire will enter a period of extreme physical yearning for their prey. It seems to go hand in hand with our venom. I think the two are meant to work together to subdue, and kill the victim.

                               - Cassandra Kiramman

So she does feel at least some form of lust. It’s a little frightening knowing that she’s gone through this because of you at some point. So she was lying when she denied feeling lust earlier? Will she go through it again tonight? Your mind is buzzing with questions. 

As the sun starts to set, you feel yourself becoming nervous. To get some fresh air, you take some time in Caitlyn’s rose garden. It’s just as pretty in the day as it is in the night. With some natural light still lingering, you can observe how well taken care of the flowers really are. All of the blooms are large and a deep red. 

Like the blood of that man.

When the sun finally disappears behind the horizon, you go back inside to wait in your bedroom. When there’s a knock on the door, your nerves start again. “Good evening.” Caitlyn greets you when she comes through the door. Her eyes glance over you slowly. “You look beautiful tonight. Were you looking forward to this?” She noticed your extra efforts with a mischievous grin. “No, it’s not that. I just uhm…” you can’t find an excuse to justify why you’re dressed up.

“That’s all right. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. I’m flattered you’d do all this for my pleasure.” She sits down next to you on the bed, shoulder to shoulder. She looks at you. “Well, whenever you’re ready.” 

“I’m ready.” You hold still when she comes closer to find a good spot. When you feel her teeth sinking in, you whine in pain. She takes your hand again like it’s her way of comforting you, and she sucks gently. Caitlyn suddenly leans her weight onto you, making you both fall back onto your bed.

“Caitlyn?” You’re surprised, but for some reason not against this. Her fingers are still intertwined with yours, and she begins to squeeze your hand tighter. She’s been drinking your blood for what feels like too long. “Cait…lyn?..” the venom has already attacked your mind. When you say her name, one arm moves to hold the back of your head still, and she continues to drink from you. 

When she finally pulls away, with blood coating her chin, and staining her lips a dark red, you’re exhausted. You know you’re vulnerable right now, and so does she. Caitlyn’s breathing is quick, and all she does for a moment is stare at you. “Apologies…” She huffs. “The taste of that man’s blood was still lingering. When I bit you, it’s like I lost myself…” 

“Bloodlust?” You whisper. Caitlyn flinches, and looks at you. “How-how did you know that?”

“Your mothers research” your words are slurred, but you’re dealing with the venom a lot better. Perhaps you’ve grown used to it. “Oh. Yes, you were reading that weren’t you? That’s sort of embarrassing.” Caitlyn adjusts the pillow behind your head.

“How…so?..” 

“You read the passage didn’t you? What ‘bloodlust’ means by my mother’s definition?” You just moan in response. Your limbs are heavy and your lips don’t want to move to answer. Caitlyn reaches under your pillow and grabs the book, flipping through it. “An extreme physical yearning for their prey.” She tosses the book aside onto your floor. She’s frustrated. “So yes. I do feel this way for you.” She looks down at your subdued state with a strange look in her eyes.

“…It’s incredibly twisted how I love seeing you this way. All because of me.” She brushes your cheek gently before scooping up your upper half. “You can barely speak. Barely move.” She takes your hand before dropping it, watching with satisfaction as your arm falls without her support. “Humans are so feeble. I forget that sometimes.” She holds you against her cold chest. You don’t struggle or fight to escape her. You just rest there. 

“I suppose you’ve gotten quite used to me. I don’t sense a lick of fear.” A small smile graces her lips, which are red with your blood. “I’m still a monster though. Unworthy of love, respect, and even you. I think I’ll make some tea. Rest well.” She lays you down, tucks you in, and kisses your forehead before leaving.

Caitlyn’s upset. It looks like she didn’t want you knowing about the bloodlust. But why? 

Does she think I won’t trust her anymore?

That would make sense. After the story, maybe she thinks you think of her as a pervert with no self control. The story didn’t seem anything like the Caitlyn you met. A Caitlyn who was a womanizer, bold, and selfish. Even if she was that person, she’s certainly not that way now.

The next night you see her, she’s reading a book by the fireplace. “Good evening.” You greet her as you enter. “Good evening.” She doesn’t look up from her book. “Have you fully recovered?” 

“Yes.” She closes the book and stands up. “That’s good.” Tonight, she’s dressed in a much more regal shirt and trousers. Definitely something from her royalty days. She looks quite princely. Her hair is tied back in a bun, with a thick strand escaping to one side of her face. “I wanted to go back to the ballroom tonight.” You tell her. “You do? Is there a reason why?” 

“I just want to see it again.” Caitlyn sighs. “That’s fine. Let’s go.”

Once you get to the ballroom, a quiet, haunting waltz begins out of nowhere. You look towards Caitlyn for an explanation. “The castle is tied to me. Remember? I suppose it’s feeding off my memories. I’ve probably danced to this song before.” There are points where the music swells, or quiets. Like there are parts she remembers, or segments she doesn’t know as well. You get an idea, and drag Caitlyn by the hand deeper into the room.

“What’s gotten into you?” She doesn’t resist, but she seems apprehensive. When you get to the center, you let go of her. “What’s this about?” She stands there with her arms crossed. “Your highness” you say playfully with a curtsy. “Let’s dance!” Caitlyn looks caught off guard. Hesitantly, she takes one of your hands, and wraps her other arm arrive your waist. “Okay, I’ll indulge you. You do know how to waltz, right?” 

“Uhm… I can figure it out.” Caitlyn sighs. “That’s alright. Let’s learn.” She’s begins to guide you through a slow waltz, correcting your steps and hand placement. Occasionally, she’ll giggle at your silly mistakes or chide you because you stepped on her foot. 

“No, your hand goes right below my shoulder.” She corrects. You try and listen to all the instructions, but miss a few. “I think I understand.” You tell Caitlyn after at least half an hour. “Do you? Alright then.” She lets you go. “Wait, I thought we were going to dance.” She doesn’t respond, but walks up to you slowly, “Caitlyn?” She takes one of your hands and kisses it. “May I have this dance?” So that’s what she was doing. “Oh- uhm, yes, princess.” 

“Don’t call me that.”

“Okay. Sorry.” She shakes her head, and leads you in a flawed, but fun, dance. You dreamed about getting to do things like this, but never did you think you’d get the chance to. Caitlyn seems to be having fun too. She’s smiling and laughing at your mistakes. 

As the music swells, the chandelier lights up, along with the candles. The cobwebs disappear, and you’re surrounded by other dancing couples. Caitlyn’s smile falters when she notices, but is then replaced with a sly grin. Something tells you you’re not dancing with your Caitlyn right now. “I must say, you’re quite the lovely girl. When this dance is over, let me take you somewhere more private.” She whispers into your ear. “What?” Before you can even comprehend that, you’re passed off to the next dance partner. Where are you? Looking around frantically for Caitlyn, you’re spun around and passed from partner to partner as the waltz goes on. Once you finally get back to Caitlyn you’re sure. You’re in the past. This is Princess Caitlyn Kiramman over a century ago.

 As soon as the song ends, before you can blink, the ballroom returns normal. You’re back in the arms of the present Caitlyn, and the room is dark and dusty. “Are you alright?” Caitlyn stops dancing with you and looks at you with concern. “I..I think I had some sort of vision.” Caitlyn tilts her head in thought. “A vision? Like what?”  

“It was in this ballroom, and I was dancing with you, but a century ago. Before you were cursed.” Caitlyn’s nose scrunches. “Oh. How strange. Maybe you should go to sleep now. I’m sure you’re just tired.”

You go back to your room and get changed for the night. Dancing with Caitlyn was fun. You can definitely see how she was able to charm so many people when she was human. Slipping into bed, you try and sleep. All you can see is blood. You’re practically swimming in it. Hundreds of dead bodies are floating next to you. All the victims of Caitlyn. 

You can’t sleep. Not without having another nightmare. You sit up, and get out of bed. As soon as you open the door, Caitlyn is right there. You scream and fall back. “Caitlyn!” She rushes to help you up. “My apologies. I didn’t mean to scare you.” 

“Why are you outside my door?” She looks around awkwardly. “I was just coming to check on you. You’ve been having nightmares recently, yes?” You sigh. “I’m afraid you’re too late. I can’t go back to sleep.” Caitlyn looks at you sympathetically. “Can I ask what they’re about? Perhaps talking will help.” She leads you to your bed again and sits down with you. “Uhm… it’s usually just blood, dead bodies, and my parents.” You don’t tell her that sometimes she appears. “Oh you poor thing. This is all my fault.” 

Caitlyn genuinely seems apologetic. “I knew all this gore would be no good for your mind. I should have been more careful with you.” She scolds herself. “Is there anything I can do to help? You need your rest.” Caitlyn gently pushes you to lie down, and she adjusts the duvet to cover you. “I don’t know. I’ll just try again.” You close your eyes tight, and try to sleep. 

It’s almost the exact same thing, but this time you’re really drowning in it. As you gasp for air, blood invades your throat and your nostrils, making you scream. Screaming only worsens the pain. Your lungs are throbbing for air, and your limbs are getting weaker. Soon, you just accept your fate and allow the thick red waves to pull you under. 

All of a sudden, you can feel something. A presence behind you. Your nightmare fades away, and your world returns to normal. “Shh…it’s alright.” You’re on your side, being held close by Caitlyn. One hand is stroking your head, and the other is around your waist. You can’t see her face, but her chest is against your nose. She smells nice. Like roses and foreign fragrances. “Caitlyn?” You mumble, making the vampire flinch. “You’re awake? Uhm, I’ll get up.” 

Before she can move away, you wrap your arms around her. “Don’t go.” Caitlyn stiffens, but returns to you. “Does this help?” She tilts your chin up to look at her. You nod, so she returns to petting your head and mumbling softly to you. To Caitlyn’s surprise, you go right to sleep. 

When you wake up, Caitlyn’s asleep. It’s most likely daytime, so she won’t be waking any time soon. You wriggle out of h heavy grasp, and stand up. So she stayed with you all night. You feel very rested, so it must have worked. “Thank you.” You whisper to Caitlyn, and kiss her cheek.

You decide to spend your day doing more exploring in the castle. After some spider encounters, and the occasional bat, you find yourself in the area that Caitlyn doesn’t really live in. It’s definitely less well kept, but still intriguing. Opening the first pair of large double doors, you find an abandoned throne room. There are three thrones. Most likely for Caitlyn’s parents and then herself. Another room looks like a bathroom. It’s nicer than the one you currently use. Probably for the late king. 

While you’re looking through dusty books in a grand library, the sound of skittering feet makes you freeze. You’re not alone. For the first time since your arrival, you’re scared. Creeping through the shelves, you try and leave the room before whatever else is in there can come across you. Before you can get out, you hear the noise again. It’s behind you.

Turning around slowly, across the aisle, is a black cat. It has striking blue eyes, almost like someone else you know. You sigh in relief, and crouch down to try and call the thing over. The cat is friendly, and a she. She rubs herself along your legs, and purrs. Scooping the cat up, you decide to take it with you to the main area of the castle. Caitlyn can help you name her. 

“Whisper.” Caitlyn declared while stroking the cat, who had made itself quite comfortable on her lap. “You want to name her Whisper?” The vampire nods. “It suits her. Quiet, living undetected among these walls.” Whisper definitely likes Caitlyn. “She’s so soft… I’ve never come across an animal I haven’t drained blood from.” 

“You can’t drink her blood! She’s going to be our pet.” Caitlyn scoffs. “I wasn’t planning on it. How come you said it like that?”

“Said what?”

“Our pet…like we’re something together.” Your cheeks heat up at that implication. “Well- we live together, so if we’re both here she’s both of ours…” Caitlyn nods. “Apologies. I didn’t mean anything by that.” The cat jumps from her lap to give you some attention. 

“Where did you find her?” Caitlyn shifts her focus to you. “Oh, uhm, another library in the castle. The part you don’t live in at all.” Caitlyn’s eyebrows furrow. “Hm.. don’t go over there again.” 

“What? Why?” Caitlyn stands in front of you. “It’s not safe over there. Please do not question me.” 

She’s always been a bit strange, but you listen anyways. “If that’s what you say.” She reaches down and caresses your cheek. “Good. I don’t want you getting into trouble. I’ve found myself becoming more eager for our feeding nights. If something happened to you, I’d go mad.” Your hand instinctively goes to your neck. “Really?” You’re slightly flattered. “Of course. Take that as a compliment, darling.” She removes her hand from your face and heads for the door. 

“Don’t stay up too late now.” And with that, she’s gone.

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Toxic!pit fighter!Vi x fem! Reader

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PLEASE PLAY- Oleander by Mother Mother

It was meant to be a quick outing. You’d just run to the store, pick up some food, and go back home. Your plans were thwarted when you found your ex, Violet, passed out in an alley way. 

Her hair was black, sticky looking, and her makeup was running all over her face. She was a pit fighter, so she always looked a little rough. This was worse than usual though. Every instinct you had was screaming at you to turn back, or walk past her. Things didn’t work out, so you should stop caring. 

You didn’t. 

You still cared for her, and even if you didn’t want to admit it, you still loved her. 

Before you broke up, your relationship with Vi was strange. She’d come home late at night, drunk, and knuckles bleeding from countless fights. You were sort of a safe zone for her. Someone she could rely on to patch her up and lift her mood. She’d  take out her frustrations on you, whether it be physically, or just rambling to you drunkenly while laying her head on your lap. She’d pass out on your couch, or in your bed, and disappear before you woke up.

Letting your heart get the best of you, you tried your hardest to stand her up, and lean her on your shoulder. She’s gotten heavier. Her arms have only grown since the last time you saw them. Slowly, and painstakingly, you managed to get her to your apartment.

After getting her on your couch, you rested your back and arms, which were now hurting like hell. Vi stayed in her drunken sleep for maybe an hour before finally stirring. You froze. After so long, what would you say? What would she say?  Staying seated in the chair next to her, you watched her wake up slowly.

“What the fuck?..” she murmured quietly, sitting up and running a hand through her hair. She’s slowly processing her environment, and then her eyes land on you.

She’s quiet.

She stays that way for a minute before speaking. “What am I doing here?” She sounds annoyed. You hadn’t even said anything yet. “I found you blackout drunk in an alley. I was worried, so I-”

“Should’a left me there.” She mumbled, finally looking away from you and to the floor. 

“I know I should’ve. I just couldn’t. You could at least say thank you…” She scoffs. “Sorry. Thanks.” It’s silent again. You can��t help yourself from staring at her. Us been so long since you’ve seen her. Her chest is bandaged, and traces of black body paint are smeared from her neck to her chest. She looks miserable, you almost feel bad for finding her attractive in this state.

“How’ve you been? You know- I never meant for things to end like that… I wanted to say sorry but..” she’s avoiding your gaze, and her voice dies. “I’ve been fine. You?” You try and revive the conversation. “I don’t think I really need to say. Just look at me.” She sounds defeated. 

“Do you need to stay the night?” A small part of you wants her to say yes. “Uhm, I mean- I have a place, but…shit…Are you okay if I stay? I promise I won’t try anything. We’re over.” Vi seems very all over the place. Just like normal, and just as bad for you as the first time. “You can stay” she finally looks at you. “Thanks. You’re always so sweet.” She’s still a bit drunk it seems. “Mind if I uh, borrow your shower? Just to get me sober.” She motions in the direction of your bathroom. So she still knows the place by heart.

“Sure. Uhm, let me get you some soap and a towel.” You get up and go to your closet, getting her things to shower with. While you’re still digging around for your shampoo, you hear her behind you. “Hey. Maybe after I get out, can we talk? I miss you.” She sounds so pathetic. You shouldn’t indulge this, but you want to so bad.

Before you can turn around, you feel her breath on the back of your neck. When you do turn around, she has you caged between her and the closet. “Please? I’m sorry. I really am. I shouldn’t have walked out on you like that. I was angry, and-and overwhelmed, and I just need you to give me another chance.” Her voice wobbles, and a heart wrenching pout is on her face.

“Vi, I’m not sure…” She caresses your cheek gently before kissing you. It’s a needy, desperate, pathetic kiss. Poisonous. You kiss her back. You can’t help it. Even the taste of alcohol doesn’t repel you. “I’m sorry.” She says between kisses, each more rough than the last.

She’s not good for you. You figured that out the last time she crashed and burned. You knew she had issues and you wished you could help, but you didn’t know how. It was all irrelevant when she kissed you though. Neither of you cared how bad the other was for you.

Her hands are all over you. They’re tracing every curve, every inch of you as if to make up for the months where they didn’t. “Vi..” she silences you with another kiss, and lifts you easily into her arms. She sets you down on your bed, kissing your cheeks and climbing on top of you. “You forgive me right? I need you, baby.” 

“I forgive you.” Your head is spinning. “Good girl… I need you. Don’t leave me ever again. Do you hear me? If you leave again, it would kill me.” Before you can even respond, she resets your brain with another mind-numbing kiss.

I’ma piece of dirt…you deserve better.” She whispers into your ear. “I know I’m shitty.” She hugs you tightly. Her muscular body begins to shudder. Is she crying? “Vi, it’s okay... Please don’t cry.” You hug her back. She lays in your arms, crying for what feels like forever. Her eyeliner and eyeshadow run down her face, staining her cheeks a dark black. “I promise I’ll be a better girlfriend this time. I’ll stop fighting, and we can go on little dates. Would you like that? Yeah?” 

You spend the whole night with Vi. She whispers promises about how much better she’ll be this time. You’re powerless against her words. You hate that you love her. You hate how much she’s got you wrapped around her finger. “I love you. You love me too, right?” She sounds so needy. Her voice is barely above a whisper. Your own face is covered in her dark lipstick and tear stains. Vi’s right. She does need you. You need her. You can’t leave her. Not again.

 “I love you, Vi.” 

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