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[ataylor1807]

Never Meant to Stay - Pt 1.

Royalty!au - princess!cait x noblewoman!vi

Synopsis - Caitlyn is tired of the endless suitors, playing princess, and arranged relationships. Vi is a noblewoman trying to move up in society. When given the offer of a life time - tame the stubborn princess for a place in the royal court - Vi accepts. Can she stay focused on the task at hand, or will she begin to find courting princess Caitlyn to be more than a tool to success?

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Rain pattered against windows of the meeting hall, the sporadic drumming lulled Caitlyn into a mindless daydream as her parents and other nobles discussed the kingdom's latest batch of information, information Caitlyn had little interest in. The rugged clearing of a throat drew the uninterested princess out of her daydream and into an immediate fix of posture. 

"-and what were your thoughts on that, Caitlyn," Queen Cassandra scoffed, fully aware of her daughter's inattentiveness. 

"I..." Caitlyn trailed, "sorry what are we discussing?"

"You may be dismissed, princess," Cassandra hissed with a wave of a hand. 

Caitlyn stood and curtseyed as she walked slowly out of the hall, the nobles whispering their disproval and shook their heads. Despite the rather shameful scene, the young princess felt no discouragement in her actions, nor her mothers disappointment. Being dismissed from a meeting was a weekly occurrence at this point. Even after years of learning proper etiquette and how to charm a suitor, Caitlyn longed for one thing and one thing only; to run an army. She cared not for floral scents and tea time with young princes, but instead the tired feeling from an afternoon of fencing and field training. Despite rapid change in roles for women amongst the common-folk, noblewomen often did not receive the luxury of choosing their line of work and expertise. Due to the standards of high society, the only time Caitlyn touched a sword or battle room was in the depths of the night or when she was forced to observe the monthly lot of suitors competing for her hand. As she thought of such evenings, Caitlyn walked swiftly through the castle corridors towards her quarters. If she reached them quick enough, she'd have a brief minute alone to breathe before her handmaiden or mother followed suit to scold her for her inattentiveness at today's meeting. If she moved quick enough she might even have time to slip into an unoccupied training room and hide away for the afternoon. An idea she quite liked indeed....

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The carriage halted as it reached the entry gates to the Kiramman Castle, one of Piltover's most influential families. The pink-haired noblewoman stretched as she stepped out of the carriage. Vi frowned as she held out her hand feeling the steady rain. One of the guards standing at the entrance stepped forward with an umbrella. 

"Welcome to Kiramman Castle, Madam Violet," he began, "I am Lieutenant Marcus I'll be your guide throughout your visit."

"So formal," the noblewoman chuckled, "please, call me Vi."

The lieutenant stood wide-eyed as the fiery, pink-haired woman grabbed the umbrella and set forward through the gates, two of her personal henchmen in tow. The two henchmen were led my maids to her quarters while the noblewoman headed toward the meeting hall. She straightened out her coat as she met the door. The lieutenant nodded to her as the doors were pushed open.

"Presenting to you Lady Vio-," Marcus began, before being interrupted by the noblewoman.

"Just Vi, thank you though Lieutenant," she smiled as she patted the man on the shoulder, "Counselor of the newly formed Zaun. It's a pleasure to be here."

The counselors whispered amongst themselves as she stood firmly with her hands on her hips. The queen cleared her throat before standing and speaking, "Welcome. Please, have a seat." She spoke almost as if it was forced from her throat and gestured shortly to one of the empty chairs. Vi wore a smug grin as she sat in a chair, aware her rather informal manner ruffled the other counselors. The meeting resumed. Talk of trade routes, new alliances, and whatever issue seemed to exist amongst commonfolk this month. The fiery noblewoman made sure to interject with talk of how her new nation was run, often eliciting looks of shock amongst the counselors.

As the meeting closed and counsel members left Vi lingered waiting for a moment alone with the two monarchs at the end of the table. She approached with a bow, a rare show of manners from the rugged woman. 

"Afternoon, Your Graces." 

The king looked at her with a forced smile while the queen maintained a still expression before breaking the silence, "Afternoon, Lady Violet."

The noblewoman smirked, "Vi, if you will. Thank you for the invitation, if I may ask, why is it you request my presence?"

"Right," the queen began, "I- We have requested your presence in relation to our eldest, and only, daughter."

"The princess?"

"Yes, we have sought suitor after suitor and find her to be.. unruly."

The noblewoman raised a brow, "Im flattered you think me worthy, however courting princesses is not in my list of priorities at the-"

"Ah," the queen interrupted with a hand, "I bring you an offer. If you can court my daughter, we will give you a place on our highly established council."

Vi stood her arms crossed, "So what I'm hearing is if I tame the shrew, I get a promotion."

The queen nods, "Unless you think another reward is more fitting."

"Might I suggest an alliance with Zaun instead?"

The queen and king shared a brief glance before nodding. A smile spread across Vi's face as she spoke, "Then it appears we have a deal. When do I start?"

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Word Count: 878

Author's Note: This was NOT proof read so apologies for any inconsistencies! This marks the beginning of a CaitVi series im beginning, bear with me as I try to find a consistent groove and schedule for writing and posting. Enjoy the pic <3

[ataylor1807]

Such a Gentle Woman (Sevika x reader)

CW: implied fem!reader, use of pet names, fluff, etc.

Authors Note: first piece of fanfic! On a bit of a creative spree so expect more later ;)

You hear the door creak open to your bedroom and your wife, Sevika, steps in. She smiles in the mirror as you fasten in your earrings, the final touch to your outfit for date night. “Look at you all dolled up for me,” she smirks, leaning against the wall crossing her arms. That all familiar gaze still making your heart flutter like it did all those years ago when you met. You scrunch your nose playfully at her as you smile. “A girl can’t look pretty for herself anymore,” you tease as you turn to stand up. Sevika rushes over to help you up, a small gesture she insists on anytime she’s around. She holds your hand gently in hers and smiles. “A girl? Yes,” she hands you your purse, “but a woman? My wife? She only gets this pretty for me.” You blush slightly, smiling as you follow grab your purse from her. Even after years of being together, Sevika never fails to make you nervous. You follow her out of the door, your hand gently resting on her hooked arm. She moves her hand to hold yours as she guides you down the stairs of your porch, smirking as she watches you, a loving and somewhat possessive gaze. As you walk to your car you reach for the handle to your door only to be met with a quick click of a tongue behind you. “That pretty hand of yours better not open a door for yourself,” she says as she reaches around you for the door, “you know better, doll.” “Apologies, baby,” you chuckle as you step into the car, “I forget how much of a gentlewoman you are.” She lets out a hearty laugh as she moves to the driver seat and starts up the car. She rests a gentle hand on your thigh as she drives, humming along to the music playing through the radio, and rubbing gentle circles on the fabric of your skirt. You roll down your window slightly letting the evening breeze flow through the car, taking in the smell of the downtown square as you approach. The smell of many restaurants blending together along with the chatter of civilians strolling creates a warm and welcome atmosphere. You roll up your window as Sevika pulls the car into a parking lot, not too far from your favorite Italian restaurant. She puts the car into park and looks over to you. “Ready for dinner, doll?” You smile, “of course, I’m starving in fact.” “Perhaps I should feed my pretty girl more then,” she says with a smirk as she kisses the spot behind your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. She steps out of the car walking quickly over to your door and opening it. She holds a hand out as you take it looking up at her with a loving gaze. She hooks her arm around yours allowing you to rest your hand gently on her bicep. As you walk over to the side walk she pauses and looks over to you. “Switch sides with me, will you, doll?” You raise a brow, “what for?” “Ladies on the inside,” she says as she gently leads you to her other side with a wink. You walk down the sidewalk, taking in the evening scene and the nice weather. You smile as you hear musicians in the square, the music adding a cozy ambience to the already warm area. You feel Sevikas rugged hand move gently to the small of your back. You inhale lightly and look at her, as she guides you through the crowded sidewalk, her touch protective and firm. She moves her hand from the small of your back to wrap around your waist as you enter the restaurant, the smell of food causing a rumbling in your stomach. You smile at the hostess and she leads you and Sevika to your table. Sevika walks in front of you to pull out a chair. “My lady,” she smiles as she gestures to the chair she’s pulled out, kissing your hand as you sit down.