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❝ I'm just bittersweet success with a dash of failure, I'm hanging by a thread, intentions cut to shreds, I'm starting to lose my grip.❞

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❝ I know this whole damn city t h I n k s it needs you, but not as much as I do.❞

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❝ My meds are failing me, internal clock in smithereens-- Can't fix this, I'm hopeless.❞

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❝ I m i s s that look in your eye.❞

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❝ Just wrap me in your arms, I don't wanna be nowhere else.❞

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❝ Don't know why I'm hoping for what I w o n ' t receive.❞

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❝ I know it's hard to let yourself be fine, when we carry around our worried-flurried minds--- But I'll let go if you do too.❞

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stealink the idea from @stonesunk but i only have drafts for her literally so ....

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stealink the idea from @stonesunk but i only have drafts for her literally so ....

like this post for a one-liner lyrics starter from my playlist!

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@galaxythixf said: “you’re hurt.” ( doc!mylo )

Caitlyn barely spared the wound a glance, waving a dismissive hand as if brushing away the concern itself. ❝ It’s just barely just a scratch,❞ she said, her voice steady, controlled. The bullet had torn through her sleeve, leaving a gash along her arm, blood seeping into the fabric. It stung, but she’d had worse.

She straightened, ignoring the dull ache that came with it. No time for that.

❝ I appreciate the concern, mister...?❞ she added, offering the faintest hint of a smile before her gaze sharpened. ❝ You’re not hurt, are you?❞

Her focus shifted, scanning him quickly. The citizens came first. Always.

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@bitch-mittxns said: ❝have you been waiting for me to wake up, this whole time?❞

Caitlyn had been waiting. Night after night, week after week, sitting by Vi’s side, barely sleeping, barely moving—just waiting. The doctors said it was a miracle she was still breathing, that even with their best efforts, there was no guarantee she’d wake up. But Caitlyn never believed that. Vi was too strong, too stubborn.

She had watched over her through every moment, through every shallow breath, through every flicker of movement that made her hope. And now, finally, Vi was awake.

In the dim light of the room, Caitlyn let out a slow breath, exhaustion pressing heavy on her bones. A tired half-smile tugged at her lips, too weak to be full, too relieved to be anything else. She only shrugged, her eyes soft as she took Vi in, really took her in— awake, alive.

❝ I have,❞ she admitted, her voice quiet, but making light of the situation. ❝ You’ve been asleep a long time. You needed it.❞

She shifted slightly, her body aching from so many sleepless nights spent in bed, but she didn’t care.

❝ The doctors didn’t think you’d make it,❞ she murmured, the words almost distant, like saying them aloud made them feel too real. But then, she shook her head. ❝ But I did. I told them they were full of shit.❞ Too tired to care for her language.

She exhaled softly, finally allowing herself to feel the relief she'd been holding back for weeks.

❝ I knew you’d come back. How do you feel?❞

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The first thing Caitlyn notices when she steps inside is the distinct burnt smell hanging in the air. Her brows pinch slightly, just for a second, before she glances over at the dogs sprawled lazily on the couch. Unbothered.

So — no emergency. Just Vi, she guesses. In the better case scenario.

She follows the scent into the kitchen, stopping just outside the mess of flour-dusted counters, scattered cutting boards, and half-prepped ingredients.

And there’s Vi, looking guilty as hell, steam rising around her like she’s standing in the middle of a crime scene.

Caitlyn bites back a grin. With no such success. She crosses her arms, leaning into the doorframe, her lips twitching up at the sheer sight of it all.

❝ No, no, don’t mind me,❞ she muses, voice thick with amusement. ❝ For all it matters, I’m still at work. Please, do continue.❞

She watches Vi freeze, groaning in exaggerated frustration. Caitlyn lets her gaze drift over the evidence of something resembling dinner.

❝ Do you need help with that?❞ she asks, taking a few slow steps forward, eyes flicking from the sink to the countertop, then finally settling back on her. ❝ Or should I just stand back and admire the efforts of my careful, doting, loving girlfriend?❞

She takes another step, close enough now that she can feel the warmth radiating from Vi’s body, close enough that she knows her presence alone is enough to fluster her. Her tone drops lower, just above a whisper.

❝ In fact,❞ she hums, reaching up to brush a bit of flour from Vi’s cheek, letting her fingers linger for just a second too long, ❝ I’d say, so loving that I deserve a welcome home kiss before you go back to your... chef duties, pouty miss. Unless, of course, I interrupted something really important.❞

she doesn't hear the click of the key in the lock of her apartment as she waves a towel over the smoking pan on the stove. another failed attempt ⸻ but at least she was getting closer ! it was going well until she got a little too confident and thought she could skip a few steps. in her defense, they seemed pretty pointless. but: lesson learned.

“ shit shit shit shit, ” she cusses as she picks up the pan to drop it in the sink basin, turning on the water to turn the smoke to s t e a m as the pan cools. it's only then when she sees a familiar form in the doorway of her kitchen. “ nooo, ” she moans, eyes falling shut as she tilts her head back, the elongated vowel almost echoing with a little laugh. violet tilts her head to the side to look to caitlyn as and says, “ you're EARLY. this was supposed to be a surprise ... ” ideally a good one ... and at least some of the food at turned out. it didn't matter that it was just a side.

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@bitch-mittxns said: ' I'm all alone and I need you now ' ( pre-plotted )

Caitlyn barely felt the cold stone beneath her shattered knee as she dragged herself forward, the weight of her body unbearable with every inch she moved. She was leaving a trail of blood behind her, seeping into the cracks, staining everything she touched. The pain was everywhere — blinding, suffocating. It filled her lungs, pressed against her skull, burned through her broken leg. Every breath was a battle, every second felt stretched too thin.

Her vision was a mess of flickering shadows and doubled images, her one good eye struggling to focus through the haze of red dripping from her brow. The other — useless. Sealed shut with blood and agony. Her broken nose and aching chest made breathing near impossible, each inhale sharp and wet, the taste of iron thick on her tongue.

But none of it mattered. Not the wounds, not the bone-deep exhaustion, not the fact that her body was giving up on her faster than she could force it forward. She was bleeding out rapidly. It didn't matter.

Because she could hear her. V i.

A scream. A sob. Continous, choked and desperate.

Caitlyn felt something deep inside her snap back into place. It hurt. But it was the only thing keeping her moving.

The steps to the Hexgates stretched out before her, each one a mountain she had no strength to climb. Her left leg was dead weight, dragging uselessly behind her, shattered bones grinding with every pull forward. She had to use her arms, weak and trembling, slick with sweat and blood. The world tilted. The steps blurred. Her ears rang. Her body begged her to stop.

She didn’t. She c o u l d n ’ t. Vi needed her.

Somehow, she made it to the top. The last step nearly broke her, her vision going dark for a moment as her body tried to shut down. But she forced herself up, forced herself forward. And then—

There. Vi.

Caitlyn barely registered the cry that tore from her lips as she braced herself, every nerve screaming as she threw herself down to where Vi was. The impact knocked the breath from her aching lungs, sent fire through her skull, through her ribs, through her already broken body. A sickening crack echoed in her ears. Another rib? Something worse? It didn’t matter.

The pain was drowning her, swallowing her whole. But she didn’t care.

She was here. She was close. So she dragged herself forward, one arm clutching her torn abdomen, the other reaching, reaching—

Vi.

Her fingers brushed over soft skin, and she latched on before her body could give out.

A bloody hand on Vi’s cheek, the warmth of her skin burning against Caitlyn’s freezing fingers. She held her there, thumb moving slowly, shakily, against her soft cheek.

❝ Violet… my love…❞ Her voice was hoarse, weak, barely a whisper. ❝ Can you hear me? I’m here.❞

She blinked sluggishly, the weight of her own eyelid unbearable. She had to stay awake. She had to make sure Vi was s a f e.

❝ You’re okay,❞ she murmured, the words thick with exhaustion, thick with something she was too afraid to name. ❝ Whatever’s hurting you… it’s okay. I’m here.❞

Vi was saying something. Caitlyn barely heard it. The world was starting to drift in and out, her body slipping further and further away from her. She forced herself to stay, to focus. Vi’s voice. That was all that mattered.

❝ I’m all alone and I need you now.❞

Caitlyn’s breath hitched, her heart twisting, her ribs squeezing around her collapsed lungs.

No. Vi wasn’t alone. But she would be.

She didn’t let go. Didn’t let the words sink in. Didn’t let the ache in her chest turn into something worse.

❝ You need to get to safety,❞ she whispered, her voice breaking apart like glass. ❝ This thing… it’s going to fall.❞

The structure groaned beneath them, trembling under their weight. It wasn’t going to hold.

❝ It might be too late for me,❞ Caitlyn admitted, her lips barely forming the words, slurring, her eye slipping shut for too long before she forced it open again. ❝ But you… you need to go.❞

Vi was still there, still close, still looking at her with those eyes, with that love, with that fear. Caitlyn wanted to say something more. Something to make it okay. Something to make Vi leave.

She could feel her body failing.

But she held on. Not for herself. For Vi.

Her fingers trembled against Vi’s skin, the last of her warmth seeping away, but she didn’t let go. Not yet.

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Caitlyn’s brow furrowed, suspicion flickering behind blue eyes.

❝ The Noxians?❞ she echoed, her tone laced with confusion.

Her grip tightened slightly around the piece of fruit in her hand as she studied the stranger before her. The cloak, the hood — an unusual choice for a conversation in broad daylight. Her eyes flicked past him, scanning the streets behind him, then sweeping toward the distant figures of Noxian soldiers stationed throughout the city.

Why would someone approach her so c a r e f u l l y just to ask about them?

A concerned Piltover citizen, wary of foreign soldiers in their streets? Perhaps. There were many who didn’t approve of their presence. But something about him felt… off. He was too well-spoken, too measured, to be a common dissenter. And if he were one of Jinx’s sympathizers, he’d be far less composed.

Her eyed narrowed slightly, lips pressing into a thin line as she scrutinized him once more. Whoever he was, he was hiding something.

She glanced around again, ensuring no one was too close to overhear, before exhaling quietly and extending a hand, gesturing for him to follow.

❝ I can assure you, the Noxian soldiers are operating under strict orders — my own, and their general’s,❞ she said evenly, watching for his reaction. ❝ There is no threat to Piltover. If that is your concern, you have nothing to fear.❞

She paused, tilting her head slightly, voice lowering just enough to signal curiosity rather than outright distrust.

❝ But if you’d prefer to discuss your concerns in private…❞ Her expression remained composed, but there was a glint of intrigue in her eyes. ❝ My office might be a more suitable place for this conversation.❞

There was more to this man than he was letting on, and Caitlyn fully intended to find out what.

Friendly distance kept, relaxed body language even though he was far from at ease. Another scouting look of his eyes beneath the hood before focusing entirely on her. A little smile at the choice of word and tone. It having been quite a moment since he'd been around such tones. "I hope it's not too much of a bother, but I wanted to inquire about the Noxians?" Testing the water with practiced ease and carefully. Nothing that would set off alarms; detail lacking harmless prodding at the topic to see if the reception was worth the risks. Shifting his body a little closer but also angling to be less visible from an angle he could easily imagine one of his mother's people spying from.

As on the cusp of warfare the cities seemed to be, his returning from the dead wouldn't undo whatever string pulling his mother was in the midst of. Warfare clearly being her usual response even when faced with the belief of a dead child who of course disapproved of that reaction. Likely would get worst even with the danger he'd surrounded himself in and knowing plenty of those parties had spies in Piltover.

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Stillwater was just like hell.

Charlotte had thrown herself into prison without thinking, without stopping to breathe, without considering what came after. It had been the only choice that made sense — lock herself away before she did more damage to the people she loved. Before she fell apart completely. She had spent days in hiding, mourning the father she had killed with her own gun, the home she had destroyed, the lover she had pushed away. She told herself this was the price of her s i n s. That this place, the cold, rotting prison, was where she belonged.

She thought quitting shimmer would be the hardest part.

She was wrong.

She hadn't known shimmer had rewired her body, that without it, she wouldn’t be able to heal. The bruises never faded. The cuts never closed. Every injury, no matter how small, festered like an open wound. She hadn’t realized how quickly she would become a target.

Without Silco, without his name and his reach, she was nothing but the brat daughter who terrorized anyone who defied him and was supposed to follow in his footsteps. Without a gun in her hands, she was weak. Too easy to hurt, too easy to break. She lost count of how many times she had been beaten, how many makeshift prison weapons had been turned against her.

Eventually, they stopped throwing her back in with the o t h e r s.

After the last attack left her barely breathing, the guards locked her in isolation — for her " own safety " , they said. Maybe they were right. At least here, the only things lurking in the dark were the cockroaches and the rats. Charlotte didn’t keep track of time anymore. There was no point. She only counted the hours between meals, between the rare moments when a guard would drop off sorry excuse of food or water, and pretend she didn’t exist.

So when she heard footsteps, she didn’t move. It was strange. It wasn’t time yet for the next feeding. She stayed curled up, arms tight around herself, making herself small to try and warm herself up against the biting cold. Then.-- " Charlotte? "

Her name. Not a number. Not a slur. Not the usual bored, indifferent voice of a guard. Her name.

Her body tensed, instinct screaming at her to stay still. But her mind was already racing. No one here called her that. No one even cared to know or learn it. Slowly, cautiously, she turned her head.

A figure stood behind the bars. A heavy cloak and the dark concealed most of her form, but underneath — an enforcer’s uniform. Blue hair. Pale skin. Sharp, familiar features. Charlotte’s breath hitched.

It was like looking into a distorted reflection. A version of herself, one she had never met.

No. No, that was i m p o s s i b l e.

Her chest tightened, heart pounding against bruised ribs as she pushed herself up with stiff, aching limbs. ❝ Who the hell are you?” Her voice was raw, scraped thin from disuse, her lisp strong, but there was no mistaking the h o s t i l i t y in it.

She did not bother to wait for an answer before she scoffed, leaning heavily against the wall.

❝ If you’re here to throw me back in with the others, don’t bother.❞ Her lips curled in a sharp, humorless grin. ❝ The last wounds are s t i l l bleeding. If you’re looking to sign the morgue papers, go ahead.❞

She studied the stranger more closely now, unease crawling up her spine. She looked too much like her. Too much like—

No.

Charlotte grit her teeth, shaking the thought away before it could sink in. Vi had told her she had something of a real family, someone that wasn't Silco, a sister-- But it couldn't be the truth. Silco was her real family.

Her fingers twitched at her sides, nails digging into her palms. ❝ What do you want from me?❞ she demanded.

And underneath the bitterness, the exhaustion, the anger— There was something else.

Doubt.

Because for the first time since she stepped into Stillwater, Charlotte wasn’t sure what was real anymore.

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Vi  didn't  beg  -  so  when  she  had  come  to  Caitlyn  pleading  for  help  ,  the  Kiramman  girl  knew  that  it  was  serious  ,  though  she  didn't  anticipate  to  be  asked  to  break  her  ‘  twin  ’  out  of  jail.  Some  story  that  Vi  had  been  trying  to  feed  her  for  months  ,  Caitlyn  didn't  believe  a  word  of  it  ,  didn't  want  to  believe  it  ,  but  this  time  -  when  Vi  fell  to  her  knees  with  tears  streaming  down  her  face  asking  for  help  ,  it  was  a  sight  Caitlyn  just  couldn't  ignore. 

Forging  a  release  slip  from  Jayce  was  -  easier  than  she'd  thought.  She'd  apologise  to  him  later  on  for  betraying  his  trust  ,  and  using  his  name  to  release  none  other  than  SILCO's  killer. 

Stillwater  was  cold  -  it's  walls  echoed  with  pain  and  suffering.  Her  form  was  handed  over  ,  and  she  was  now  in  search  for  Charlotte  ,  whose  cell  was  deep  into  the  underground  ,  Caitlyn  didn't  even  know  how  low  down  this  place  went. 

Cell  516  was  40  levels  deep  ,  in  an  isolated  zone  ,  the  guard  having  told  her  Charlotte  was  there  for  her  own  safety.  Caitlyn  feared  that  maybe  -  she  was  dangerous  ,  the  girl  had  killed  Silco  after  all  -  though  Vi  had  explained  the  emotional  term  oil  Charlotte  was  being  put  through  in  that  moment.  Caitlyn  could  see  from  the  pain  in  Vi's  eyes  that  whoever  this  girl  turned  out  to  be  ,  she  was  important. 

Her  steps  slowed  as  she  approached  the  cell  ,  anxiety  and  apprehension  balling  in  the  pit  of  her  stomach.  Caitlyn  stood  behind  the  line  and  cleared  her  throat  to  gain  the  others  attention.  The  girl  could  barely  be  seen  ,  curled  into  the  corner  facing  away  from  the  bars. 

❝  charlotte  ?  ❞ 

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so i may not have written replies tonight BUT i started setting up my arcane multimuse at @primvlux

carrd here for muselist (still wip with bios) but. BUT. come talk to me on discord if anyone is intriguing 🤲🤲 plots

tomorrow will hopefully finish setting it up completely and moving my other muses over ( everyone that is not caitlyn, she is staying here. )

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