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[luvnanako]

Edge of the rooftop ♡

Teen Vi x F! Reader (comfort, fluff, wlw)

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After an unsuccessful mission, Vi stays behind on a quiet rooftop, her thoughts heavier than the failure itself. As the city hums beneath you, silence hangs between you both, but the weight of unspoken words grows. In that moment, the bond between you deepens, and a new understanding takes root.

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"Vi..?

Your voice barely carries through the open rooftop, softer than the breeze threading through the towering structures of Piltover. The city hums beneath you, alive with flickering lanterns and distant chatter, but up here, it feels separate—like a world removed from the weight of everything below.

Your eyes land on the girl sitting at the edge, her broad shoulders hunched slightly as she gazes down at the streets bathed in golden light. Her legs dangle over the side, boot tips barely brushing against the cool metal railing. The dim glow from the lamps below carves sharp lines across her face, illuminating the exhaustion etched into her features.

She doesn’t turn at the sound of your voice. Just exhales, slow and deep, before patting the empty space beside her. No words—just an unspoken invitation.

You hesitate for only a moment before stepping forward, the rooftop’s surface firm beneath your feet as you lower yourself beside her. Close enough that your legs brush, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from her despite the night’s chill.

For a while, neither of you speak. You study her, the furrow in her brow, the tension in her jaw. Vi’s always been good at hiding things behind sharp grins and cocky remarks, but not from you. Not when you know what to look for.

She’s been carrying too much—more than she should. Vander, Mylo, Claggor… Powder. Always Powder. The weight of it all presses into her shoulders, makes her back a little stiffer, her hands a little tighter into fists. You see it now in the way her fingers grip the rooftop, as if grounding herself against thoughts she won’t say out loud.

"Hey," you murmur, careful not to startle her. "Are you okay?"

Her eyes flick toward you—those striking powder-blue eyes that have seen too much for someone her age. For a second, she doesn’t answer. Just watches you as if deciding whether she wants to say anything at all.

Then, finally:

"Yeah, just... thinking," she murmurs.

You tilt your head. "About today’s mission?"

A slow nod. Barely more than a tilt of her head. Her fingers flex against the rooftop, then tighten again. Another deep breath, controlled, measured. But you can see the storm beneath it.

"I know it isn’t Powder’s fault," she says, voice quieter now. "But a part of me feels like..." Her sentence crumbles into silence, jaw clenching as she shakes her head. "I don’t know. I’ve done some crazy shit when I was her age, but it just—"

She breaks off with a sharp exhale, running a hand through her hair before dropping it onto her knee. When she speaks again, her voice is thick with something unspoken.

"It feels wrong. I want her to be strong, to take care of herself, because… I know I won’t always be there to protect her."

Your chest tightens.

You’ve always known Vi as unshakable—the girl who stands tall even when everything is crumbling. But here, in the quiet of the rooftop, she looks almost small. Not in stature, but in the way she holds herself, like she’s bracing for a hit she can’t block.

"You don’t have to do this alone," you whisper, reaching out before you can second-guess it. Your fingers find hers, brushing lightly over her knuckles. She tenses for a fraction of a second—then, slowly, relaxes under your touch.

"Powder’s going to be okay," you continue. "She’s got you. And… you’ve got me."

A breath. Then a chuckle—small, tired, but real. Vi shakes her head, the corner of her mouth tugging upward just slightly.

"You always know what to say, huh?"

You smirk. "I try."

She watches you, really watches you, as if searching for something in your eyes. Whatever she’s looking for, she must find it, because before you can react, she shifts closer.

The warmth of her body presses against your side.

"You always know how to make things feel a little less shitty," she says, her voice lower now, more vulnerable.

"Well," you murmur, "someone has to look after you too."

Vi huffs a laugh, but it’s softer now, almost hesitant. Her gaze flickers—brief but deliberate—from your eyes to your lips.

And then she moves.

It’s slow at first, tentative, as if waiting for you to pull away. But you don’t. Instead, you meet her halfway, your hand rising to cup her cheek as your lips press together—warm, lingering, filled with everything unsaid.

She tastes like smoke and something faintly sweet, something unmistakably Vi.

When she finally pulls back, she doesn’t go far. Her forehead rests lightly against yours, breath warm against your skin.

"That okay?"

she asks, quieter now, almost uncertain.

A smile tugs at your lips.

"Yeah,"

"More than okay."

And for the first time that night, Vi looks at peace.

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Heyyyaaa! I'm back from the unannounced break and I have soooo much content to post! I've been kinda busy lately so I'm sorry about that hehe, BUT WE HIT 100 FOLLOWERSSSS yayayay I'm so happy that so many of you enjoy my fanfics I luv yall ❤️

[luvnanako]

Heartstrings ♡⊹ ࣪ ˖

(Valentine's special) Vi x F! Reader (fluff, wlw)

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Hiii, since it's the Valentine's dayyy I wanted to write a cutesy fanfic (it's definitely not because I have no one to spend this day with hehe) Sooo I hope you all enjoy!

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The streets of Piltover were alive with color, bustling with people carrying bouquets of roses and boxes of chocolates tied with silky red ribbons. The air smelled of caramelized sugar and fresh pastries from the vendors lining the streets, and laughter echoed from couples walking hand in hand, lost in their own little worlds.

Vi had never really cared much for Valentine’s Day. Too many expectations, too much pressure to be romantic in a way that never felt natural to her. She was more of a "punch first, ask questions later" kind of girl—feelings had always been messier than a good brawl.

But this year was different.

This year, she had you.

And that changed everything.

Vi stood outside your apartment, shifting her weight from foot to foot, hands shoved in the pockets of her jacket. A small velvet box pressed against her palm, and in her other hand was a bouquet of flowers—slightly crumpled from a minor scuffle she’d had with some loudmouth at the market. Still, she figured they were intact enough to be presentable.

She exhaled sharply, rolling her shoulders.

"Alright, Vi. Don't make this weird," she muttered under her breath before knocking on your door.

When you opened it, you blinked in surprise, then broke into a slow, appreciative smile.

Vi had dressed up.

And not just in her usual button-up and suspenders—no, tonight, she had gone all out. A tailored black suit hugged her frame perfectly, accentuating her broad shoulders and strong form. The deep red dress shirt underneath complemented the sharp lines of the jacket, the top button undone just enough to give her that effortlessly confident look. A black tie sat neatly at her collar, though slightly loosened, as if she couldn’t help but maintain a bit of her signature rough-around-the-edges charm.

Her hair was styled with more care than usual, the pink locks tousled in a way that somehow made her look both elegant and mischievous at the same time. The gloved hand gripping the bouquet flexed slightly, betraying a hint of nerves beneath her cool exterior.

Your eyes traced over her, taking in every detail, before you finally spoke.

"Vi, you—" You swallowed, tilting your head as you fought a smile. "You look incredible."

A light dusting of pink crawled up Vi’s neck, disappearing under her collar. "Yeah, well," she said, trying for nonchalance, "figured I'd try somethin’ different. Special occasion, y’know?" She held out the bouquet toward you, awkwardly. "And, uh… these are for you."

You took them, pressing them close to your chest, your grin widening. "You’re cute when you're nervous, y’know that?"

Vi scoffed, stuffing her free hand back into her pocket, but she couldn’t fight the small, lopsided smirk pulling at her lips.

"I´m taking you out," she cut in, smirking in that way that was meant to be confident but betrayed just a hint of nervousness. "Put on something warm, sweetheart."

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She led you through the winding streets of Piltover, past the usual Valentine’s rush and into the quieter parts of the city, where the golden glow of lanterns flickered gently in the crisp night air. Eventually, she guided you up a hidden staircase, one she’d found while patrolling, until you reached the rooftop of an old building.

The sight stole your breath.

A hidden rooftop garden stretched before you, strung with soft fairy lights, overlooking the glimmering city below. The vastness of Zaun’s undercity was visible in the distance, its neon glow mixing with Piltover’s refined shine, creating a breathtaking tapestry of light. At the center of the rooftop, a small table was set up, complete with food Vi had (somewhat messily) packed from Jericho’s diner.

"You did all this for me?" you asked, voice tinged with awe.

Vi shifted awkwardly, rubbing the back of her neck. "Yeah, well… you deserve nice things. And, uh… I kinda like seeing you smile."

Your heart swelled, warmth blooming in your chest as you reached for her hand, lacing your fingers together. "I love it, Vi. Thank you."

She swallowed hard, her usual bravado faltering for just a second before she took a deep breath. "I got you something else."

Pulling the small box from her pocket, she flipped it open, revealing a simple silver ring, the metal catching the glow of the lanterns above.

"It’s not— I mean, it’s not like that. Unless you want it to be," she added quickly, the words tumbling out before she could stop them. "But I figured… something to remind you of me, even when I’m not around."

Your fingers trembled slightly as you took the ring, your eyes softening as you slid it onto your finger. "I love it," you whispered, voice thick with emotion. Then, meeting her gaze, you added, "I love you."

Vi froze for a fraction of a second, her tough-girl exterior cracking in a way that made your heart ache with affection. Then, a slow, breathtaking grin spread across her face.

"Yeah?" she murmured, voice low, eyes locked onto yours.

You barely had time to nod before she pulled you in, her lips meeting yours in a kiss that was slow, deep, and full of every unspoken word she couldn’t quite say out loud.

The city faded away—the noise, the lights, the rush of people below. It was just you and Vi, wrapped in each other beneath the lantern-lit sky.

Vi pulled you closer, her fingers tracing slow circles against your back as the night stretched on. Neither of you spoke for a while, content in the quiet warmth of the moment. The city below bustled on, unaware of the little pocket of peace you had carved out for yourselves above it all.

Eventually, Vi exhaled, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple before murmuring, “Y’know, I never really cared about this whole Valentine’s thing.”

You smiled, tilting your head to look up at her. “Oh? And what changed?”

She smirked, brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “You did.”

Your heart fluttered at the simplicity of her words, at the way she said them like they were the most obvious truth in the world. You squeezed her hand, your new ring cool against her calloused fingers.

"Well," you whispered, leaning into her, "then I guess you'll just have to get used to celebrating it every year."

Vi chuckled, shaking her head. "Yeah, yeah. But only if it means more nights like this."

She kissed you again, softer this time, like she was savoring the moment—like she already couldn’t wait for the next one.

And as the lanterns flickered above and the city stretched endlessly below, you knew one thing for certain:

With Vi, every day felt a little like falling in love all over again.

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^^ I love these cuties :(

[luvnanako]

I. Between us ♡⊹ ࣪ ˖

(CEO) Caitlyn x (Assistant) Reader /wlw/age gap/slight angst/

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Heyyyy, this is my second post today because my last one floppeeeed, ALSO I've decided that I'll make this one series because Caitlyn. Does it need another reason? As always I'm happy for all the feedback ♡

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“How many times do I have to tell you that this is extremely pointless?!”

And here we are again.

Caitlyn Kiramman, CEO of KRMNN, standing at the head of the boardroom, voice sharp as a blade, slicing through the tense air. The unfortunate recipient of her wrath—a potential sponsor—looks ready to melt into his chair, fidgeting with the papers in his hand as if they hold the answer to saving himself.

You stand beside her, gripping the stack of documents she had handed you earlier, shifting your weight from foot to foot as the argument drags on.

This wasn’t anything new.

Caitlyn was relentless. She had to be. After her mother’s passing, she had taken control of the company without hesitation, stepping into the role that had once been shaped for her but never truly meant to be hers—not like this, not so soon. She was young, too young to bear this much weight on her shoulders alone, yet here she was, carrying it all without so much as a falter.

Well—most of the time.

At least until you came along.

You had started this job for practical reasons. College wasn’t cheap, and being a personal assistant to a powerful CEO came with a paycheck that made the sleepless nights and overwhelming workload worth it. You were good at your job, too—so good that, at this point, the business felt partly yours.

But that wasn’t the only reason you stayed.

The other reason? Her.

Miss Kiramman—Caitlyn, as she insisted (though you still struggled to say it without feeling like you were crossing some invisible line).

The sharpness in her words, the way she carried herself with such confidence, the fire in her eyes when she fought for what she believed in—it was impossible not to notice. Impossible not to admire.

And impossible not to find extremely attractive.

Not that you’d ever admit it out loud.

You were too busy trying not to stare, too busy trying to look professional while she absolutely owned the room, her rough British accent adding an extra edge to her frustration as she shot down the man’s weak proposal.

God, she looked good when she was mad—

Your train of thought derailed instantly as Caitlyn’s palm slammed against the desk, the sound echoing through the room like a gunshot. You flinched, gripping the papers tighter as she pressed two fingers to the bridge of her nose, exhaling sharply through gritted teeth.

“Everyone, out.”

A moment of stunned silence followed before the room burst into quiet movement. Chairs scraped against the polished floor, briefcases snapped shut, and people shuffled toward the door, eager to escape the storm before it could worsen.

You turned to follow them out, but before you could take a step, a firm hand caught your shoulder.

“You stay here.”

You froze.

The heavy office door shuts behind the last person, leaving only you and Caitlyn in the quiet space. The weight of the argument still lingers in the air, but now, with no one else around, it feels different—more intimate.

Caitlyn exhales slowly, tilting her head back as if looking for answers in the ceiling. “God, I swear I could strangle half of them,” she mutters, rubbing her temples.

You shift on your feet, unsure whether to comfort her or let her be. Before you can decide, she steps closer—too close.

Her fingers reach for the papers you’re still gripping, but instead of taking them, she lets her touch linger against yours. The warmth of her skin against yours sends a shiver up your spine. You should pull away. You don’t.

“Why do you put up with all this?” Her voice is quieter now, low and smooth, the sharpness from before replaced with something almost vulnerable.

You could give her the practical answer—money, school, stability. But that’s not the whole truth, is it?

“I guess… I just don’t like seeing you go through this alone,” you admit, forcing yourself to meet her gaze.

Something flickers across Caitlyn’s face, too fast to catch. She doesn’t speak right away. Instead, she lifts her free hand—hesitant, unsure—before finally resting it against your forearm. A gentle touch, a test, a question.

Your heart stutters.

“Alone is how I’ve always done things,” she murmurs, her thumb brushing absently against your sleeve. “But then you came along, and suddenly it feels different.”

Your breath catches. The space between you is almost nonexistent now, her perfume—subtle, elegant—wrapping around you like a cocoon.

“Different how?” you ask, barely above a whisper.

She lets out a small, almost bitter laugh, shaking her head. “You ask too many questions.”

But there’s no real bite to her words. If anything, she looks at you like you’re the only question she doesn’t have an answer to.

Then, before you can think, before you can talk yourself out of it, your fingers curl around hers. A bold move. A risk.

Caitlyn doesn’t pull away.

Her lips part slightly as her gaze drops—to your hand in hers, then back to your face. You don’t miss the way she sways just the slightest bit forward, as if caught in the same pull that’s been drawing you closer for weeks now.

The world outside the office doesn’t exist anymore. It’s just her, just you, just the unspoken words humming between you.

For a second, just one, you wonder if she’s going to kiss you.

But instead, she takes a breath, steadying herself, and squeezes your hand. “Take the night off,” she finally says, voice quieter, almost reluctant.

You should listen. You should step away.

But you don’t.

Not until she looks at you again—lingering, longing. And then you know.

This isn’t over. Not by a long shot.

Your fingers are still entwined, neither of you making a move to pull away. Caitlyn’s grip is firm yet hesitant, like she’s fighting something within herself.

“I should go,” you murmur, but neither of you step back.

Caitlyn exhales sharply, almost like a quiet laugh. “You always say that,” she mutters. “And yet, you never do.”

She’s right.

There have been too many nights like this—too many times you’ve lingered after hours, sitting on her office couch while she worked, sharing quiet conversations that were supposed to be professional but never quite felt that way. Too many stolen glances, too many moments that crossed the line between boss and assistant, yet neither of you ever acknowledged it out loud.

Maybe it was the age gap.

She was older than you, more experienced, hardened by the world in ways you weren’t yet. And you—fresh-faced, still juggling school with this job, still figuring yourself out—shouldn’t be standing here like this, heart racing in the silence of her office.

But here you were.

And so was she.

Caitlyn’s fingers twitch against yours before she finally—reluctantly—pulls her hand away. She clears her throat, straightening her posture, forcing back whatever had just flickered between you.

“This… isn’t a good idea,” she says, more to herself than to you.

You swallow. “Why not?”

Her eyes snap to yours. “You know why.”

Because she was older. Because you worked for her. Because there was too much at stake.

But the way she looks at you now—like she’s memorizing your face, like she’s weighing the risk in real time—tells you all those reasons aren’t enough to stop her from thinking about it.

“They’ll talk,” she continues, as if convincing herself. “If they haven’t already.”

You let out a small laugh, shaking your head. “Let them.”

Her jaw clenches. “You don’t understand.”

“Then make me understand,” you counter, stepping closer again, daring her to be honest with you. “Because I don’t think this is just in my head. And if it is, tell me right now, and I’ll walk out that door.”

The challenge hangs between you.

Caitlyn looks at you—really looks at you. Her throat bobs as she swallows, her fingers flexing at her sides like she wants to reach for you again but won’t let herself.

Finally, she sighs, running a hand through her dark hair before meeting your gaze once more.

“You’re young,” she murmurs. “You have your whole life ahead of you.”

“And you don’t?”

Caitlyn exhales, shaking her head with a small smirk, but there’s no amusement in it. “I’ve already had my life planned out for me. This company, this world—it’s all I know. And the last thing I should do is pull you into it.”

You step forward again, close enough now that your shoes nearly brush against hers. “Maybe I want to be pulled in.”

Her breath hitches—so soft you almost don’t hear it.

For a moment, you think she’s going to close the distance between you, that she’s finally going to give in to whatever this is.

But instead, she takes a slow, steady step back.

“This isn’t a conversation we should be having right now,” she says, voice carefully controlled.

You know what she means. You know she’s trying to protect both of you.

But it doesn’t change the fact that, even as she turns away, she hesitates—just for a second—before murmuring,

“Go home.”

And somehow, that feels more like a confession than a dismissal.

Because she doesn’t say, this can’t happen. She only says, not right now.

And that?

That changes everything.

Your feet stay planted, even as Caitlyn turns away. She expects you to leave, to listen like you always do, to pretend like nothing ever happened.

But not this time.

Not after last week.

Your heart pounds as you take a slow step forward, your voice soft but pointed.

"What about last week?"

Caitlyn freezes.

You see it in the way her shoulders tense, the way her fingers twitch as if resisting the urge to clench into fists. Slowly, she turns back to you, but she doesn't meet your eyes right away. Instead, she stares at the desk, the floor-anywhere but at you.

"There is no 'last week," she says, but her voice betrays her. It's not firm, not confident. It's a defense mechanism.

You take another step. "So I imagined it?"

Silence.

A challenge.

A dare.

You don't let up. “Because I don't think I did. I don't think I imagined the way you kissed me in your car after that gala. The way you pulled me in, the way you—"

"Stop."

Finally, her eyes meet yours.

And damn it, they're burning.

Not with anger. Not with annoyance. With something else. Something she's trying so hard to bury, to ignore, to push away like it doesn't keep her up at night the same way it does for you.

But you're done pretending.

You take another step-close enough that you can see the way her chest rises and falls, how her breath is just the slightest bit uneven.

"Tell me you regret it," you challenge, voice quieter now, almost a whisper. "Tell me you didn't want it."

Her lips part, but no words come out.

You tilt your head, watching her carefully. "You can't, can you?"

Caitlyn swallows hard.

"Because I did want it," you continue, your voice soft but insistent. "And I still do."

That's what breaks her.

The last thread of restraint she's been clinging to snaps, and before you can process it, Caitlyn moves-closing the distance between you in one sharp, desperate step.

Her hands find your waist first, hesitant for only a fraction of a second before gripping you tighter, pulling you flush against her. You barely have time to gasp before her lips crash onto yours.

It's not gentle.

It's not soft.

It's needy.

Like she's been starving for this, like she's spent every waking moment since last week pretending she didn't want to do this again.

You melt into it instantly, hands sliding up her arms, fingers clutching at her suit jacket as her lips move against yours-firm, demanding, like she's making up for lost time.

She backs you up against her desk, her hips pressing lightly against yours as her hands trace the curve of your waist, her touch just shy of desperate. When she finally breaks the kiss, it's only to rest her forehead against yours, her breath warm and ragged against your lips.

"This is reckless," she murmurs, but she doesn't let go.

You smile, tilting your head slightly, lips brushing against hers as you whisper,

"So stop me."

Caitlyn exhales sharply, and then she's kissing you again-deeper this time, like she's accepted defeat. Like she's done pretending she doesn't want this.

Want you.

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[luvnanako]

Leather, lace and cheap whiskey ♡⊹ ࣪ ˖

(Cowgirl AU) Sevika x F! Reader /freaky/

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Heyyyaaa after a week I'm back with another fanfic!! Lately I've been really into Au's so I had to make one about Sevikaaaa. As always I hope you enjoy and I'm open to requests! ♡

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The sun hung high over the dusty arena, casting golden light over the rodeo grounds. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, leather, and churned-up dirt as riders put their skills to the test. The crowd roared, hats thrown into the air in excitement whenever a cowboy—or cowgirl—managed to hold on for those crucial eight seconds. Horses reared, bulls bucked, and the announcer’s voice rang out through the speakers, hyping up the competitors and sending waves of energy through the stands.

Sevika had been in the center of it all. The moment she gripped the reins and swung herself onto the bronco’s back, everything else faded. It was just her, the beast beneath her, and the rhythm of the ride. She had felt every muscle in the animal tense, fighting against her control, but she never wavered. Even with her mechanical arm, she had dominated the competition, proving once again why she was one of the best in the circuit. By the time the dust had settled, she had secured her spot in the next round, and the tension in her chest finally loosened.

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Now, with the day’s challenges behind her, she found herself at the saloon, surrounded by the familiar chaos of celebration.

The place was packed with contestants and locals alike, all reveling in the thrill of the first day of rodeo. Laughter and conversation filled the air, blending with the rhythmic clinking of glasses and the sound of boots scuffing against the wooden floor as people danced. The warmth of the room, the smell of whiskey and tobacco, and the lively atmosphere felt like heaven after the grueling competition.

Sevika leaned against the bar, a half-empty glass of whiskey in one hand and a cigarette burning between her fingers. There was nothing better than this—a cold drink and a smoke after a long, hard ride. It felt like a well-earned reward.

She smirked to herself, exhaling a slow stream of smoke, letting the night wash over her. The rodeo wasn’t over yet. Tomorrow, she’d be back in the saddle, proving herself all over again. But for now? She was going to enjoy this moment.

Taking a long drag from her cigarette, Sevika exhaled slowly, watching the smoke twist and fade into the night air. The rodeo grounds were quiet now, the roar of the crowd replaced by the occasional whinny of a horse or the distant murmur of voices. It was the only moment of peace she’d had all day, but even now, her mind refused to settle.

She had a lot on her plate. This was just the first round, and things were only going to get tougher. The competition would be brutal, and she needed to be sharp. Her horse needed proper care, her gear needed checking, and after a long day in the dirt and heat, she needed to clean up and get some damn rest.

But somehow, none of that was what really occupied her thoughts.

No, what had her distracted was you.

That girl at the stables—the one she couldn’t stop glancing at all day.

Sevika had barely caught more than a glimpse, but it was enough to stick in her head. You carried yourself with an easy confidence, handling the horses like you belonged there, like you knew them inside and out. And you were stunning. It was the kind of effortless beauty that made Sevika's thoughts stumble, made her wonder about things she had no business wondering about right now.

Was she single? Would she be interested? Did she even like girls?

It had been a long time since someone had gotten under her skin this quickly. She wasn’t even sure why—maybe it was just the exhaustion playing tricks on her. Maybe it was the way you had looked at her, just for a second, before going back to your work. Or maybe Sevika was just hopeless.

With a sigh, she flicked the cigarette to the ground, crushing the ember beneath her boot. She needed a drink.

“Whiskey. Neat,” she told the bartender, resting her forearm on the bar as she waited.

She let her gaze drift over the room, not looking for anything in particular—at least, that’s what she told herself. But then, just as her drink was placed in front of her, she spotted you.

You from the stables.

Sevika took a slow sip from her whiskey, considering her next move. She could let it go, finish her drink, call it a night. But where was the fun in that?

With a smirk, she grabbed her glass and made her way over.

“You always drink alone?” Sevika drawled, leaning against the bar beside you, “or is tonight just special?”

You looked up, raising a brow as you met Sevika’s gaze. For a moment, you seemed to size her up, deciding if she was worth entertaining. Then, a small smirk tugged at the corner of your lips.

“That depends,” you said, tilting your glass slightly. “Are you offering to fix that?”

Sevika chuckled, taking the empty seat beside you. Now we’re talking.

Your confidence had Sevika’s smirk deepening. She liked that—a little bite, a little challenge. It made things interesting.

“I might be,” Sevika said, lifting her glass to her lips, her gaze steady on you. “Depends on whether you’re just here for the drinks or if you’ve got better reasons to stick around.”

You tilted your head, considering her. “You mean other than the reigning rodeo champion buying me a drink?”

Sevika huffed out a laugh, setting her glass down with a soft clink. “You got a name, or should I just call you trouble?”

You hesitated, fingers tightening slightly around your glass. Sevika didn’t miss the way your eyes flickered downward, like you weren’t quite sure how to hold her gaze for too long. Cute.

“Trouble’s got a nice ring to it,” you said, but there was a softness to your voice now, like you weren’t used to flirting so boldly.

Sevika smirked, shifting in her seat so she was angled toward you. “That so? Doesn’t seem like you cause much trouble to me.”

You let out a small, breathy laugh, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Maybe not the kind you’re used to.”

That caught Sevika’s interest. She dragged her thumb along the rim of her glass, watching you carefully. Shy, but not running. That little nervous habit of yours—avoiding eye contact, shifting in place like you weren’t sure if you should stay—made Sevika want to push just a little, to see if you’d flinch.

Sevika liked this game. The way you shifted under her attention, like you weren’t sure whether to lean in or back away. So she made the choice for you.

Slowly, deliberately, she reached out and brushed her fingers under your chin, coaxing you to look at her. There was a brief, sharp inhale—like the touch had startled you—but you didn’t pull away.

“You nervous, sweetheart?” Sevika murmured.

You swallowed, your lips parting like you wanted to say something but didn’t quite know what. Sevika didn’t give you the chance to decide.

She closed the distance, pressing her lips to yours in a slow, testing kiss. You tensed for just a second before melting into it, your breath shaky as you kissed back. It was hesitant at first, like you were feeling your way through unfamiliar territory, but then Sevika tilted her head, deepening it just enough to make you shiver.

When they finally pulled apart, your eyes were wide, your breath unsteady. Sevika smirked, running her thumb along your jaw before dropping her hand.

“That answer your question?” you murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

Sevika chuckled, reaching for her drink. “Sweetheart, I don’t think you realize—you just gave me more of ‘em.”

Your breath was still unsteady, your fingers gripping your glass like it was the only thing keeping you grounded. Sevika watched you, amused by the way you struggled to meet her eyes now, your earlier boldness nowhere to be found. Shy thing. Adorable.

Sevika leaned back slightly, swirling the whiskey in her glass. “You always this quiet after a kiss, or just when you like it?”

You made a small noise—something between a laugh and a flustered exhale—ducking your head slightly. “I don’t—” You paused, biting your lip, clearly trying to find the right words. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

Sevika smirked, setting her drink down. “Yeah? Which part? The kiss, or the fact that you kissed back?”

That only made you more flustered. You looked away, fingers tracing patterns on the side of your glass. “Both,” you admitted softly.

Sevika tilted her head, studying you. It wasn’t just nerves—there was something else. Like maybe this was new for you. The realization sent a slow, lazy heat curling in Sevika’s stomach.

“You ever kiss a woman before?” she asked, keeping her voice low, careful not to push too hard.

You hesitated, then shook your head. “No,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “Not like that.”

Sevika exhaled through her nose, something smug and satisfied settling in her chest. She reached out again, slower this time, giving you plenty of time to pull away. You didn’t. So Sevika ran a knuckle along your jaw, watching the way your breath caught, the way your lips parted like you were waiting for something else.

“You did good,” Sevika murmured, voice dipping into something lower, rougher. “Real good.”

You swallowed hard. “I… I don’t know what I’m supposed to do now.”

Sevika chuckled. “That’s the fun part, sweetheart. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” She let her fingers trail down, barely brushing your throat before pulling away. “But if you want more… all you gotta do is ask.”

Your breath hitched, and for a long moment, you didn’t say anything. Then, hesitantly, you looked up at Sevika through your lashes, cheeks flushed, fingers still trembling slightly around your drink.

“I…” You swallowed. “I think I want more.”

Sevika grinned, slow and lazy, like she had all the time in the world.

“Then come closer, sweetheart.”

Sevika's voice, rough and commanding, was a low, seductive hum that seemed to draw the woman in, closer and closer. The tension hung thick between them, charged with a mix of desire and unspoken promises. Sevika didn't wait for her to move. She slid off the barstool, her movements smooth, confident. "Good girl," She murmured, reaching for the woman's hand, guiding it with a gentle but firm touch. The skin on skin contact sent a shiver through the woman's spine, her heart thundering in her chest as she followed Sevika through the dimly lit room.

The air was heavy with the scent of whiskey, leather, and faint traces of perfume as they slipped into a quieter corner of the bar, hidden away from the prying eyes of the crowd. Sevika leaned against the wall, her eyes never leaving the woman's face, her gaze predatory yet intimate.

"You've got that look," Sevika said, voice dripping with a teasing menace. "The kind that tells me you're ready for something a little... dangerous."

The woman's breath caught, but she didn't pull away. If anything, she moved closer, her body instinctively drawn to the heat radiating from Sevika's presence. Her hands, trembling slightly, reached for the hem of her own shirt, teasing the edge of her lace lingerie that peeked out from beneath. Sevika's lips curled into a satisfied smile, her gaze locking onto the delicate lace like it was a promise, an invitation.

"You wear that lace for me?" Sevika asked, her voice turning rougher, an edge of something deeper beneath her words.

The woman's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, but she nodded, her fingers undoing the buttons of her shirt just a little more, revealing the soft, intricate lace. Sevika's eyes darkened, and she stepped forward, closing the space between them. Her hand, steady and sure, traced the curve of the woman's jaw before drifting down to the delicate lace, her fingers grazing over the fabric.

"You're beautiful," Sevika said, voice low, husky. "But I need to see more."

With a soft, almost imperceptible tug, Sevika guided the woman's hands to the waistband of her jeans, urging her to pull them down slowly. The woman hesitated for just a moment, then did as she was asked, every move a dance of seduction. Sevika's gaze never left her, watching the lace and skin as it was slowly revealed.

"Don't be shy, sweetheart. Show me all of you," Sevika murmured, leaning in, her lips brushing against the woman's ear. The soft lace brushed against Sevika's skin, sending a jolt of anticipation through her.

The woman's heart raced as Sevika's fingers lingered along her lace-clad skin, the tension between them unbearable. The room, the noise, everything outside this moment seemed to blur away as Sevika's gaze became the only thing that mattered.

"You want me to take control, sweetheart?" Sevika asked, voice heavy with desire, her breath hot against the woman's skin. "You want me to show you what happens when you trust me completely?"

The woman's eyes fluttered closed as a soft whimper escaped her lips.

"Yes..."

Sevika's grin was dark, satisfied. "Good girl," she whispered again. "Now, just relax."

The woman let herself be guided, breathless, into Sevika's care-her confidence, her touch, and the promise of lace against skin taking them both into a world of heat, tension, and surrender.

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[luvnanako]

II. Count Fagula ✶⋆.˚

(Vampire au) Caitlyn Kiramman x F! Reader

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The note felt heavier in your hands than it should have. You traced over the elegant signature with your fingertips, your heart still pounding. Caitlyn Kiramman. A vampire—no, the vampire—who had kissed you and let you go. But why? If she had known who you were all along, why hadn’t she turned you in? Why had she… touched you the way she did? It didn't make sense. Vampires weren’t known for their mercy or their restraint. They took what they wanted, and you were only human.

You exhaled sharply, shaking your head. Maybe it was some elaborate game. Maybe she was toying with you, enjoying the thrill of watching a human squirm under her gaze. But then why did her kiss still linger on your lips? Why did your skin still burn where her hands had held you? Why couldn’t you stop thinking about her?

With one last glance at the note, you tucked it into your coat pocket and started the car. You needed to leave before your curiosity got the best of you—before you found yourself seeking her out, hoping for a repeat of that strange, intoxicating encounter.

The days that followed felt strangely… empty. The memory of the masquerade haunted you, and despite your best efforts, you found yourself unable to focus on your report. The words on your screen blurred together, none of them feeling right. How could you write about the danger of vampires when all you could think about was her? Her eyes, her smile, the way she moved like she was part of the night itself. How could you write about something so cold, when what you felt for her was so… warm?

And then, just when you started to convince yourself that it had all been a fleeting encounter—that she had likely forgotten all about you—she found you first.

It was late one evening when you heard the knock. A single, deliberate rap against your window.

You nearly dropped your tea. Your apartment was on the third floor.

Heart hammering, you turned slowly, your breath catching in your throat. And there she was. Caitlyn Kiramman, perched gracefully on your windowsill as if gravity meant nothing to her. Her cloak barely moved in the night breeze, and her piercing blue eyes gleamed under the moonlight.

"You're not very careful, you know," she mused, tapping a finger against the glass. "Leaving your window unlocked? That's practically an invitation."

You scrambled to your feet, staring at her in stunned silence. "How did you—?"

She arched a brow, her lips curling into an almost playful smirk. "Did you really think I'd let you slip away so easily?"

You hesitated but stepped closer, your curiosity bubbling despite the warnings ringing in your mind. “Are you… here to kill me?”

Caitlyn chuckled, a soft, velvety sound that made your pulse race in ways you didn’t want to admit. “If I were, darling, do you think I’d waste time knocking?”

Your face grew warm at the implication. “Then… why are you here?”

She tilted her head, studying you with quiet amusement, her gaze unreadable yet piercing. “Because I’m curious. Humans are usually so predictable—they run, they scream, they beg. But you?” She leaned in just slightly, her lips curving into a slow, teasing smirk. “You kissed me back.”

Your breath hitched. “I—I didn’t mean to—”

“Oh?” She pressed her palm against the glass, her voice low, seductive. “Then tell me, little journalist… why is your heart racing right now?”

You swallowed hard. She was impossibly close, separated only by the thin barrier of the window. And yet, she still felt dangerously near, like the air between you had thickened with a thousand unspoken words.

“Let me in,” she whispered, her voice a soft command that sent a shiver down your spine.

You knew you shouldn’t. Every rational part of you screamed that this was reckless, that inviting a vampire into your home was nothing short of a death wish. But your fingers betrayed you, reaching for the latch. The window slid open with a quiet click, and Caitlyn stepped inside with effortless grace, her every movement calculated, mesmerizing.

She was even more breathtaking up close. The cold scent of midnight clung to her, and the way she moved—so fluid, so inhuman—sent a thrill down your spine, leaving you light-headed and dizzy. The room felt smaller with her presence, like she filled every corner with her dark allure.

“You really shouldn’t trust a vampire so easily,” she murmured, stepping closer.

“Then why are you here?” you countered, forcing yourself to meet her gaze, even as the air between you crackled with tension. “Aren’t you supposed to see humans as nothing but food?”

Her smile faltered just slightly, something unreadable flickering across her face, before it returned—cool, composed, but with something darker hidden beneath. “I never said I didn’t see you as food.” She lifted a hand and traced a cool fingertip along your jaw, sending a jolt of electricity through you. “But you intrigue me more than you frighten me. That’s… rare.”

Your breath caught as her fingers trailed lower, stopping just at the pulse point on your neck. The heat of her touch, despite its coldness, was overwhelming. A slow smirk tugged at her lips.

“You’re blushing,” she observed, clearly delighted by your reaction.

“Am not,” you mumbled, stepping back, your heart pounding in your chest. You weren’t sure if you were more embarrassed or terrified. Or maybe, just maybe, you were beginning to feel something else entirely.

Caitlyn chuckled, a low, knowing sound. “You are,” she insisted, closing the distance once more, her presence inescapable. “It’s quite endearing.”

You weren’t sure what surprised you more—her words or the almost gentle way she said them, as if you weren’t just a mortal she could destroy with a thought. As if you mattered.

A brief silence settled between you, thick with something unspoken. And then, softer this time, she asked, “Will you let me kiss you again?”

Your heart threatened to burst from your chest. You knew this was dangerous. You knew you shouldn’t.

But when she leaned in, her lips hovering just above yours, you didn’t stop her. The distance between you closed without a second thought.

You closed the gap.

And this time, you kissed her.

She let out a quiet, pleased hum against your lips, her hands sliding to your waist as she pulled you closer. Her touch was still so cold, yet the way she held you made your skin burn with a feverish need. When she finally pulled back, she pressed a lingering kiss to your cheek, her fangs grazing just lightly against your skin, sending a thrill through you.

“Careful, little journalist,” she whispered, her voice hushed, but filled with a dangerous allure. “If you keep tempting me like this… I might just decide to keep you.”

You exhaled shakily, feeling entirely undone by her. The words you wanted to say stuck in your throat, but your voice barely escaped in a breathless whisper, “And if I want to be kept?”

Her eyes darkened, her lips curling into something between a smile and a warning. It was an invitation, a dare.

“Then, my dear,” she murmured, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, her fingers brushing your skin like ice and fire at once, “you might be in more danger than you realize.”

And despite everything—the warnings, the risks, the undeniable fact that she was a predator and you were prey—one thing became undeniably clear.

You wanted to see her again.

No matter the cost.

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A/N: Thank you so muchhh aaaaa for all the love on my previous posts! This is the second part and I'll definitely do some more vampire Cait again, ALSO I'm open to any requests so don't be afraid to give me any <3

[luvnanako]

Helping Jinx ✮⋆˙

Jinx x F! Reader (wlw, fluff)

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"Okay, toots, now… gimme that little thingy with the blue stripes on the bottom." Jinx's voice rings out with her usual playful energy as she points vaguely toward a cluttered pile of tools and parts. It’s that time of the week again—helping your girlfriend build her chaotic little gadgets. And by "helping," she mostly means handing her whatever she needs while she dives headfirst into her creative frenzy.

From crafting monkey bombs, guns, and grenades to making ridiculously impractical things like tiny glowing lights, weird belts, and other odd tripnkets, her workshop is always buzzing with activity. Of course, in typical Jinx fashion, she always manages to find time to whip up something just for you, too.

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You carefully pick up the item she asked for and place it on her crafting table with a soft thud. "Yeaah, that one!" she exclaims, tossing off her oversized goggles to give you a wide, mischievous grin. "Keep this up, and you might just earn some more kisses later," she adds, her tone dripping with her usual teasing charm.

You cross your arms, leaning casually against the table as you smirk at her. "What can I say? I'm a crafty one. At this rate, you might as well call me your most loyal servant," you reply, letting out a soft laugh and playfully winking at her.

Jinx picks up a pink marker from the side of her table, glancing at you with a mock serious expression. "Oh my god, what did you eat today? I think you might be sick, toots," she teases, sticking her tongue out as she starts doodling a little face on one of her monkey bombs.

"Yeah, well, I guess you’re just a bad influence on me," you quip back, laughing softly as you bump her shoulder.

Jinx gasps dramatically, placing a hand on her chest. "Who, me? Nuh-uh, I don’t know who you take me for, but I have nothing but an *amazing* influence on you." She finishes her drawing with a flourish, spinning the bomb around to show you. "What do you think? Pretty sweet, right?"

You lean in closer, pretending to examine her work critically. "Looks good, but maybe add a little heart on it," you suggest with a grin.

Without hesitation, Jinx grabs a blue marker and draws a small heart on the bomb, then scribbles both your initials inside it. "Voilà! Perfect now!" she declares, beaming with pride.

You can’t help but smile at her enthusiasm as you step behind her, wrapping your arms around her waist and resting your chin on her shoulder. "I wouldn’t actually mind getting bombed by this one," you say, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek and giggling.

Jinx chuckles, tilting her head back to look at you. "Be careful what you wish for," she says with a smirk, puckering her lips dramatically.

You roll your eyes but lean down to give her a quick peck. "Awhh, come on, toots, you can do better than that," she pouts, her lips curling into a playful little frown as she looks up at you with wide, cat-like eyes.

You let out a laugh, shaking your head. "You’re such a brat, you know that?"

"And you *love* it," she shoots back, grinning as she spins her chair around to face you, grabbing your hand to pull you closer.

Jinx pulls you closer until your knees bump into hers, her wild grin softening into something almost tender. "Admit it," she whispers, her voice dropping to a teasing murmur, "you'd be bored out of your mind without me."

You arch an eyebrow, smirking as you look down at her. "Oh, absolutely. My life would be so dull without the constant threat of explosions and chaos."

Jinx lets out a loud laugh, leaning back in her chair as she spins in a slow circle, arms out dramatically. "Exactly! I'm your spark, toots. Your chaos. Your muse!"

You shake your head, trying not to laugh as she grabs your hand mid-spin to stop herself. The motion pulls you closer until you’re standing between her legs. For a moment, the energy in the room shifts, the buzz of her gadgets and tools fading into the background.

Jinx looks up at you with a crooked smile, her fingers still loosely wrapped around yours. "You know," she says softly, "I don’t let just anyone into my workshop. You're kinda special."

Your chest tightens at her sudden sincerity, but you don’t let her get away with it too easily. "Special enough for you to put our initials on a bomb?" you tease, gesturing to the monkey bomb she decorated.

"Exactly," she replies with a wink. "That’s how you know it’s true love."

You laugh, shaking your head as you lean down to press your forehead against hers. "You’re impossible," you murmur, smiling.

"And you’re stuck with me," she counters, her voice light but filled with meaning.

"Yeah," you whisper, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "And I wouldn’t have it any other way."

Jinx's smirk grows, and before you can say anything else, she grabs the monkey bomb from the table, holding it up proudly. "Now let’s go see if this baby works!"

You groan, stepping back as she hops to her feet, her excitement practically vibrating off her. "I’m starting to rethink this whole 'helping you' thing," you say, but your smile betrays you.

"Too late, toots!" she calls over her shoulder, already bounding toward the door. "You’re in this with me now!"

And just like that, you find yourself chasing after her, laughing as she drags you into another whirlwind of chaos and invention—because that’s what life with Jinx is all about.

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A/N heyyyy I'm currently making Caitlyn vampire au 2nd part so I made this one as a little filler! I hope you enjoyed reading this and I'm so so sooo grateful for all the feedback!

[luvnanako]

I. Count Fagula ✶⋆.˚

(Vampire au) Caitlyn Kiramman x F! Reader

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Colorful lights glistened through the corridors and halls of the grand castle, casting shimmering reflections across the cold stone walls. The atmosphere was whimsical, yet cloaked in an air of mystery. Every corner of the great hall was alive with deathly creatures—vampires. Though they bore a striking resemblance to humans, they were anything but. Poisonous fangs peeked through their lips, capable of ending a life—be it human or animal—in mere seconds. How could something so deadly also be so hauntingly beautiful?

The annual Masquerade of Vampires was no novelty. It occurred every five years, a gathering where these enigmatic beings donned elaborate masks to conceal their faces. Humans were well aware of the danger, warned to steer clear and never engage with them under any circumstances. But those rules did not apply to you. You had been hired by the government to infiltrate and report on this secretive world. Declining wasn’t an option; it was the chance of a lifetime for a small-town journalist. And, of course, the pay was generous.

You moved cautiously through the corridors, every step deliberate as you tried to remain inconspicuous. So far, no one had noticed you slipping in, and now you approached the great hall, where the masquerade was in full swing. The massive double doors stood open, revealing a dazzling scene inside. Vampires stood in clusters, talking, laughing, and dancing. You inhaled deeply and stepped into the hall.

The sight before you took your breath away. Everything was so luxurious, so different, so mesmerizing. The vampires wore ornate masks adorned with jewels, feathers, or intricate designs, their attire exuding elegance. Your own mask, though simple, suddenly felt inadequate. At least your black dress blended in with their dark, somber tones. You averted your gaze, careful not to meet anyone’s eyes, while trying to absorb as much as possible for your report.

As you wove through the crowd, a sudden jostle threw you off balance. One vampire accidentally bumped into you, causing you to stumble into another.

“Oh my god—I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” you stammered, looking up at the vampire you had collided with. And then, you froze.

She was tall, her dark blue hair cascading down her shoulders in silky waves. Her piercing blue eyes glimmered from behind a black, crystal-studded mask. She was stunning—almost otherworldly.

“I—uh—I’m…” you struggled to form a coherent sentence, feeling utterly disarmed by her presence. Her gaze seemed to pierce right through you, scrutinizing every detail.

“I’ve never seen you here before,” she said, her voice laced with a soft yet commanding British accent as the music swirled around you. Her piercing gaze locked onto yours. “You must be from Noxus, then?”

“Y-yeah! That’s right,” you stammered, straightening your posture in a desperate attempt to seem more confident.

She didn’t respond immediately. Instead, her eyes flicked down to your hands. Before you could process it, she took one of them in hers. Her fingers were ice-cold, her alabaster skin seeming to glow faintly against your warmth. A blush bloomed across your cheeks as her other hand settled gently, yet firmly, around your waist.

“Shall we dance?” she asked, though it felt more like an order than a request. You opened your mouth to answer, but she was already guiding you toward the center of the hall, weaving effortlessly through the crowd. The faint hum of whispers followed you as all eyes seemed to turn your way.

The moment her hand pressed yours and she pulled you into a slow, deliberate rhythm, you felt both exhilarated and terrified. You placed your trembling hand on her shoulder, letting her take the lead as her movements commanded the floor.

“I like your mask,” she said after a beat, a sly smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. “It suits you.”

“Th-thank you,” you replied, struggling to keep up with her fluid grace. “You’re… you’re really pretty.”

Her smirk deepened, and her eyes sparkled mischievously. “Charming and bashful, I see. May I know your name?”

You hesitated, your gaze darting away as nervous laughter spilled from you. “N-no, sorry… it’s, um, private.”

Her brow arched in intrigue, but she didn’t press. “Mysterious, are we? Very well. I’m Kiramman. Caitlyn Kiramman.”

“Kiramman,” you murmured, tasting the name as it rolled off your tongue. It felt heavier than it should, almost forbidden.

She tilted her head, studying you with an unreadable expression. “You certainly are… different,” she mused, her voice as sharp as the glint in her eye. The comment sent a chill through you. Did she know? Did she realize you didn’t belong here? That you weren’t one of them?

Just as you tried to suppress your mounting panic, she leaned in closer, her voice a low, velvet whisper against your ear. “May I speak with you in private?”

Before you could respond, her hand tightened slightly on your waist, and she led you from the dance floor. You glanced back, your pulse quickening as she guided you past the murmuring crowd and out into the moonlit garden. Her grip was firm, unyielding, and the air seemed heavier with every step. You tried to pull away, but her hold only tightened, her eyes glinting with a dangerous sort of determination.

The cool night air enveloped you as you stepped into the garden. Caitlyn finally released you, tilting her head as she regarded you with a curious smile.

“A gorgeous night, isn’t it?” she said softly, her voice sweet yet unsettling.

“Yes, it’s… beautiful,” you replied, trying to mask your fear.

“Mhm. A beautiful night… next to a very beautiful human girl. Aren’t I just lucky?”

Your heart sank at her words. She knew. Panic gripped you as you struggled to think of an escape. But before you could act, she pulled you closer, her cold fingers resting lightly on your hips.

“You’re brave, I’ll give you that,” she said, her tone almost admiring. “But it’s highly disrespectful to barge into a sacred masquerade uninvited.”

As she spoke, she reached for your mask, her movements slow and deliberate. Your breath hitched as she slid it off your face.

“…And you should know,” she continued, “if anyone else finds out you’re human, you’ll be the next delicacy on the grand table.”

A shiver ran down your spine. Her words were a warning, but her eyes… her eyes held something else entirely. Suddenly, they turned crimson, glowing ominously in the moonlight.

“May I?” she whispered, leaning closer. You didn’t have time to ask what she meant before her lips pressed against yours. The kiss was strange—her fangs grazed your lips, a sharp reminder of what she was—but it was also intoxicating. Her tongue teased yours, and you let out a soft whimper before pulling away, gasping for air.

Caitlyn smiled mischievously, leaning in to brush a kiss against your flushed cheek. “It was lovely meeting you, Miss… Human. Do visit again sometime. And next time,” she added with a smirk, “do wear a bra. Can’t have the others staring at you.”

With that, she released you and turned, her long blue cloak billowing behind her as she strode back toward the castle. You stood frozen, your heart racing and your thoughts a chaotic mess.

That’s when you noticed—your mask was gone. She had taken it.

You stood there in the moonlit garden, your legs refusing to move as Caitlyn disappeared into the grand castle. The night felt colder now, the absence of her presence leaving a strange void. You wanted to call out to her, to demand answers—what did she mean by “visit again”? Why had she kissed you? And why, despite the danger, did a part of you want to see her again?

With a shaky sigh, you began walking back toward the dimly lit path that led out of the castle grounds. Every step felt heavier, your thoughts racing as you replayed the events of the night. What was she planning? Was this all some kind of cruel game? And more importantly, what would the government think of your report if they knew how close you had come to becoming a meal?

As you reached the edge of the castle grounds, the faint sound of a rustling breeze caught your attention. You turned instinctively, scanning the darkness, but no one was there. The garden was eerily silent now, the festive hum of the masquerade muffled behind the castle walls. Still, you couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched.

When you finally reached the safety of your car parked discreetly in the woods, you slid inside and locked the doors, your hands trembling as you gripped the steering wheel. You exhaled a shaky breath, telling yourself that you were safe now, far from her piercing gaze and cold touch.

But as you glanced at the rearview mirror, a flicker of movement caught your eye. A small, folded piece of parchment lay on the passenger seat. You were certain it hadn’t been there before. With a pounding heart, you reached for it and unfolded the note.

In elegant handwriting, it read:

*"Until next time, little journalist. Try not to get yourself killed before then."*

It was signed simply:

C.K.

You stared at the note, your heart racing. She knew who you were. She had always known. And somehow, despite everything, you felt the faintest smile tug at the corners of your lips. This wasn’t the end. It was only the beginning.

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A/N: I think I'm gonna make more of these vampire au's because this was so much fun writing! Thank you for reading and if you have any commissions or ideas for me to write about next time let me know!

[luvnanako]

------ Tutoring Vi -----

Vi x f!Reader

(college AU, wlw, fluff)

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Intro

You guys are amazing!! I made this one really quickly so I'm sorry for any mistakes! Alsooooo I'm open to any suggestions and commissions 𖹭

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Vi was having a hard time with school and all the homework piling up. She'd been struggling for a while now, and since she was your girlfriend, of course, you wanted to help her. So here you were—sitting on Vi's bed, surrounded by scattered school books, while she twirled her pen lazily between her fingers.

"Vi... come on, you have to focus,"

you said, your tone half-encouraging, half-exasperated.

"I'm tryiiing,"

Vi groaned dramatically, dropping her head back with a frustrated sigh.

"This is just so boring."

She looked at you with an exaggerated pout, her lips curving downward in a way that was undeniably adorable.

"Babe, I'm trying to help you pass,"

you replied, a soft smile tugging at your lips as you reached out to gently pat her head.

She let out another sigh, her shoulders slumping as she rested her head on your shoulder.

"I know... I know. It's just hard to focus when my beautiful girlfriend is sitting here looking so hot next to me."

A mischievous smirk spread across her face when she saw you roll your eyes.

"You’re not getting out of this with sweet talk," you teased, shaking your head.

"Are you sureeee?"

Vi asked, her voice playful as she gave you a dramatic pout. Leaning forward, she pressed a quick kiss to your bare collarbone.

"You really do look amazing in tank tops."

"I know I do, babe,"

you said, chuckling as you gave her a quick kiss on the forehead.

"Now, back to math."

Vi groaned again, flopping backward onto the bed with an exaggerated wail.

"Fine. X equals Y equals I plus you slash kiss kiss,"

she muttered, drawing squiggly shapes in the air with her pen.

You couldn’t help but laugh at her clingy behavior.

"Oh my god, Vi. You’re unbelievable."

"You know what else is unbelievable?"

she asked, her smirk widening as she clearly waited for you to take the bait.

"I don’t want to know,"

you said with a playful huff, booping her nose to cut off whatever ridiculous line she had ready.

"Aww, you’re no fun."

With a grin, she wrapped her strong arms around your waist, pulling you into her embrace. Her face nestled into your hair as she sighed contentedly.

"Mmm, you smell nice," she murmured softly.

You sighed in mock defeat, giving in to her warmth.

"Yup. It’s the shampoo you gave me."

"Oh, is it? I've never been prouder of a decision in my life,"

she said with a soft giggle, her voice muffled against your hair.

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"Babe, seriously... we aren't gonna get anywhere with you clinging onto me like a koala,"

you say, glancing at her as she holds onto you tightly, her arms wrapped around your waist like it's the only thing keeping her grounded.

She looks up at you with those soft, mischievous eyes and gives you a small, teasing smile.

"Shhh... we have time. We might as well cuddle now and learn later. I just want to squeeze you right now,"

she whispers, her voice laced with warmth and a hint of stubbornness.

Before you can protest, she lets out a contented sigh and leans in, pressing a series of soft, fluttering kisses down the curve of your neck. Each kiss sends shivers rippling through your body, and no matter how hard you try to keep your composure, a quiet whimper escapes your lips.

Her lips pause for a moment as a sly grin creeps across her face.

"Hmm... I wonder what my cupcake is hiding beneath this top,"

she murmurs, her voice low and teasing as her hands slide up, her fingers grazing your sides before resting on your chest.

"Vi!" you squeak, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks, but she only chuckles, giving you a few playful squeezes.

"What?"

she asks innocently, though her smirk says otherwise.

"I'm just helping you out. I mean, it must be hard carrying these around all day,"

she teases, pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek.

You giggle, swatting at her hands half-heartedly.

"Viiii, stop it!"

"Whyyy?"

she drawls, feigning innocence as she rests her chin on your shoulder.

"I'm just being helpful!"

Rolling your eyes, you let out an exasperated laugh.

"I'll let you play with them later if—and only if—you finally focus and let me tutor you,"

you say, crossing your arms in an attempt to look stern, though the smile tugging at your lips betrays you.

Vi groans dramatically, her head falling back as she releases an over-the-top sigh.

"Uggghhh, fiiine..."

she grumbles, giving you one last affectionate squeeze. Then, narrowing her eyes at you, she adds with a cheeky grin,

"But you better make it worth my while later."

You smirk, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her lips, your fingers brushing her jawline.

"Mm, I will,"

you promise, your voice dropping into a playful murmur.

"But only if you listen closely. I can't have my girlfriend failing her classes."

Vi quirks an eyebrow at you, a grin tugging at the corners of her mouth.

"Okay, okay, Miss Nerd. You win,"

she says, though the playful glint in her eyes tells you she's far from done teasing you.

"Good,"

you reply, sitting up straighter as you grab the notebook off the table.

"Now, let’s get to work before you distract me again."

Vi leans back against the couch, a mock look of suffering on her face.

"You’re lucky you’re cute," she mutters, picking up a pen.

"And you’re lucky I love you,"

you reply with a wink, feeling a warm glow spread through you as the two of you settle into your study session.

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Predictable

Caitlyn x Reader (wlw, smut,)

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This fanfic is basically the jail scene but instead of Vi it's Caitlyn x f! Reader, AND it's a bit more smuttier hehe

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Intro

Oh my god guyssss!! thank you soooo soooo much for 100 likes on my last post !! I decided to make my first smut on here as a thanks, I hope you'll enjoy this one too! and don't forget - English is not my first language and any feedback is welcomed 𖹭

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Piltover teetered on the edge of chaos, its golden spires shadowed by the encroaching storm of war. The tension in the air was palpable, an invisible weight pressing down on the city’s inhabitants. Enforcers darted through the streets, their hurried steps a grim symphony against the cobblestones as they armed themselves and secured their posts. Families whispered frantic goodbyes, their homes trembling under the strain of looming conflict. Below, in Zaun’s darkened depths, its people were forcibly shipped to aid in Piltover's defense—unwilling pawns in a game they’d never been allowed to play.

The world above was unraveling, but from the cold confines of your cell, it might as well have been a distant dream. The stone walls loomed around you, the air thick and suffocating. Each passing second dragged on, the muffled sounds of a city preparing for war clawing at the edges of your consciousness.

In a flash of frustration, you slammed your fist into the unyielding wall. Pain seared through your knuckles as they split, crimson streaks tracing their way down your skin. You barely noticed the sting, too consumed by the storm raging inside. A guttural groan tore from your throat, reverberating off the damp walls.

How could this have happened? How had it come to this? Your mind was a cacophony of self-recriminations, every "what if" and "if only" echoing louder than the last.

"Is this my fault?"

The words slipped from your lips in a bitter whisper, their taste as sharp as the regret that burned in your chest.

You couldn’t stop the image of her from surfacing. Jinx. Her name sent a jolt through you, equal parts anger and something far more complicated. She’d outmaneuvered you—again—and left you here, a prisoner of your own failure. The memory of her mocking grin was like a dagger twisting in your gut.

You were so lost in the whirlpool of your thoughts that you almost missed the sound of approaching footsteps. It wasn’t until a soft, familiar voice pierced the silence that your world snapped back into focus.

"Had a feeling I might find you here."

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The words were gentle, yet laced with an edge that made your heart clench. You didn’t need to look up to know who it was. Her voice was as unmistakable as it was haunting. And yet, despite the magnetic pull, you couldn’t bring yourself to turn around. Not like this. Not when you were bloodied, broken, and drowning in shame.

“Cait, I—”

The words caught in your throat as she silently unlocked the cell. You exhaled deeply, the weight of disappointment and embarrassment pressing heavily on your chest.

“I thought… I really believed Jinx would help,”

you murmured, your voice cracking under the strain of your guilt. Closing your eyes, you let out another sigh, your frustration bubbling to the surface.

“You were right. You told me this would happen, and I was an idiot—an idiot to trust her. To think she’d actually help us…”

Caitlyn stood just outside the open door, her eyes softening as she took in your battered and defeated form. Her hands fidgeted by her sides, as if resisting the urge to reach out, to hold you and shield you from the pain you carried. Her lips parted slightly, her lower lip trembling as she tried to keep her composure.

“I chose wrong every time,”

you continued, your voice quieter now, barely above a whisper.

“And because of it… I lost everyone.”

The words felt like a confession, each syllable cutting deeper into your resolve. You instinctively raised your arms, placing them behind your neck, as though trying to physically hold yourself together. The weight of your failures hung heavily in the air between you.

Caitlyn’s boots tapped softly against the stone floor as she took slow, deliberate steps toward you. Her movements were cautious, almost hesitant, but her presence radiated a quiet strength. Stopping a few feet away, she leaned against the cold wall with a smooth motion, her posture relaxed yet purposeful.

Her arms crossed over her chest, but her gaze lingered on you—on your bruised knuckles, the faint cuts across your face, and the turmoil in your eyes. She studied you carefully, her expression shifting, her concern palpable. Then, with a slight tilt of her head, her lips curved into something between a smirk and a challenge.

“You really think I needed all the guards at the Hexgates?”

she asked, her tone light but laced with meaning.

The unexpected question broke through your haze, and your brow furrowed in confusion. Slowly, you turned your head to meet her eyes, curiosity sparking behind the exhaustion.

Right at that moment, your eyes are drawn to her outfit—the dark pants hugging her legs with effortless grace, the cropped jacket tailored perfectly to her frame, exuding both authority and an undeniable allure. Beneath it, a simple black shirt clings to her, understated but impossibly striking in the way it complements her silhouette. You’ve seen her dressed like this before—earlier today, even—but somehow, it feels entirely new.

But now, it was as if your eyes were truly open for the first time.

Her messy hair framed her face perfectly, strands falling just so, highlighting her delicate features. Her tired, stressed eyes held a depth that made it impossible to look away, and her lips... soft, inviting, and so undeniably kissable. The tension in her expression melted away, her eyebrows relaxing, and those stunning blue eyes locked onto yours. It felt like she had you under a spell.

“Sorry to say… you’ve grown a bit predictable,”

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Caitlyn said, her voice low and teasing, a smirk curling on her lips. The words dripped like honey, her accent hitting you in a way that made something stir deep within you.

Before you could think it through, you closed the space between you, pressing your lips to hers in a swift, heated motion. Your hands instinctively cupped her jaw, your eyes fluttering shut as the kiss deepened. You've kissed her before, but never like this. There was something new, something electric, in the way her lips moved against yours. Each touch, every small shift, sent waves of emotion through you, leaving you breathless and wanting more.

You felt Caitlyn try to pull away, but you weren’t ready to let her lips go just yet. After a few attempts, she finally managed to free herself from your hold. Her cheeks glowed with a brilliant red hue, and her eyes shimmered with a mix of love and nervousness.

"While you were gone... I... I saw someone,"

she murmured softly, her gaze darting around the room as if she couldn’t bring herself to meet your eyes. It was almost as though the kiss had embarrassed her.

But her words barely registered. They passed right through you, overshadowed by the singular need to show her how much she meant to you.

"Cait... I don’t fucking care,"

you said, voice low and unwavering.

Without hesitation, you pulled her back into another kiss, your lips crashing together in a fervent embrace. A soft moan escaped you as her tongue tentatively slipped into your mouth, igniting a fire that made you press closer to her. She responded eagerly, her hands trailing down your waist and back, claiming territory with every touch as though she was taking charge of the moment.

Her sighs and soft breaths against your lips told you she was enjoying this just as much as you were. When you pulled away briefly, her tongue slipping free with a faint pop, a thread of saliva lingered between you, glistening against your lips.

Your hands found their way to her cheeks, cupping them as your eyes met hers. You couldn’t suppress a soft giggle at the flushed, slightly dazed look she gave you.

That moment of playfulness was short-lived. Before you could process it, Caitlyn shoved you against the wall, the distance between you vanishing in an instant. Her intensity caught you off guard—she was rougher than you ever imagined she’d be, but you weren’t complaining.

Without warning, she slid her knee between your legs, eliciting a desperate moan from you. The sensation made your hands wander instinctively, tracing the contours of her tall frame. Your fingers glided down her back, finally coming to rest on her butt, gripping it firmly as your lips sought hers again.

Then, just as suddenly as she had closed the gap, Caitlyn took a step back, leaving you breathless and needy, your eyes pleading for her touch to return.

She smiled widely, her tooth gap visible as her eyes locked onto yours with a playful glint. The warmth of her expression made your heart race. Then, in one swift motion, she tugged her shirt over her head, leaving your gaze fixed on her now-exposed chest. A wave of heat rushed through you as realization hit—she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Why wasn’t she wearing one? Did she take it off before coming here? For me?

Your mind raced with questions, too flustered to look away. Caitlyn chuckled softly, a melodic sound that only added fuel to the fire in your chest. She blew a loose strand of hair from her face, an effortlessly attractive gesture that had you utterly captivated.

She began to walk toward you, each step deliberate, her bare skin catching the soft light in the room. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the way she moved, her confidence magnetic, her every step hypnotic. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her lips curved into the kind of smile that sent shivers down your spine.

When she finally stood before you, close enough for her warmth to reach you, she reached out, her soft hands brushing against your shoulders as they slid the straps of your top down with an ease that made your breath hitch. You looked up into her eyes, and instead of letting her gaze wander over your now-exposed skin, her focus stayed firmly on your own eyes, seeking something—permission, perhaps, or reassurance.

Before she could say a word, you reached out, grabbing her hand and pulling her close, wrapping her arm around your waist. Without hesitation, your lips found hers, and the world around you seemed to fade. The kiss was electric, as if every moment had led to this. Her lips were soft, and the connection between you felt undeniable, natural, as though you were made for each other.

Your hands began to explore her body, fingers trailing lightly over her skin, tracing every curve and memorizing the softness beneath your touch. Her arms found their way around your neck, pulling you closer, her movements filled with both tenderness and desire. The kiss deepened, each moment more intimate than the last.

Her waist pressed against yours as she held you tightly, grounding you in the moment while igniting a fire that neither of you seemed able—or willing—to extinguish. A quiet sigh escaped your lips, and her gentle whimpers filled the space between kisses, creating a melody that only you two could hear.

Time seemed to stretch and blur, your surroundings forgotten. The connection between you was all that mattered now, a rhythm of shared breaths and mutual longing. Whatever came next, you knew it was hers to take, just as your heart already was.

Suddenly, you let out a louder moan against her lips, and you feel a smirk spreading across her face. Your eagerness takes over as you press her against the wall, seizing the lead. Her waistband clicks beneath your fumbling fingers as you attempt to unbuckle it. A blush creeps onto your cheeks when it takes you a few tries to get it right. Caitlyn chuckles softly, clearly amused by your struggle.

Finally, her long pants slide down, discarded without a second glance as your focus remains locked on her neck.

“Mmh…”

she breathes, her nails grazing your back, tugging lightly at your skin. After a few teasing nips and lingering licks that leave behind a fresh hickey, you begin a trail of soft kisses down her chest. You pause to lavish her curves with attention, gently nipping at her sensitive peaks.

A loud moan escapes Caitlyn’s lips as her hands thread into your hair, gripping tightly. Her eyes roll back, lost in the sensations you're creating. You move lower, determined to make her feel even better. She groans and looks down at you, her breaths coming in short gasps as you slowly slip your tongue into her.

She’s instantly undone. Her legs grow unsteady, her muffled moans betraying her attempts to stifle the sounds of pleasure. You work her relentlessly—twisting, nipping, swirling—her voice climbing higher with every move.

Minutes pass, and you decide to push her over the edge. Not one, but two fingers slide inside her, driving her closer to release. Caitlyn squeaks, her thighs trembling against you, grinding instinctively. It only takes a few more movements before she shatters, her body tightening and shaking as she reaches her climax.

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Her hands clutch at your back as she comes undone, her arms wrapping around your shoulders for support. She’s breathless, her flushed face buried against you as she struggles to recover.

You lean back slightly, quickly licking your fingers clean before anything drips, while holding her wobbly frame steady.

“C-Cupcake…”

you murmur, gazing up at her with a soft smile. She looks down at you, still catching her breath, a faint smile tugging at her lips.

“I told you…” you start.

“Told me what?” she breathes out, barely managing the words.

“That the Undercity was gonna eat you alive.”

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Waking up next to Vi

Vi x Reader (wlw, fluff)

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Intro

Hiii thank you sooo much for all the love on my last post !! I appreciate it sooo much it means the world to me, I hope you enjoy this one as well 𖹭

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As the first rays of sunlight filter through the curtains, you slowly open your eyes, finally ready to wake up after what felt like an endless night. The world around you is still quiet, the soft hum of morning just beginning to stir. As your vision adjusts, you catch a glimpse of the woman lying next to you, her peaceful expression framed by the golden light of dawn. She’s sleeping soundly, her chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm, her hair adorably messy from the night’s rest. A soft smile tugs at your lips as your eyes trace the delicate freckles scattered across her nose bridge, glowing faintly in the morning light.

Completely caught in the moment, you find yourself unable to look away. Minutes pass as you simply lie there, drinking in the sight of her serenity, each second filling your heart with warmth and quiet joy. Smiling to yourself, you marvel at how lucky you are to share this space, this moment, with her. For now, the world can wait—there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

With a gentle slide of your finger, you brush a strand of Vi’s hair out of her face, revealing her puffy cheeks in full view. You can’t help but smile at how utterly adorable she looks, her face relaxed in deep sleep. A part of you is tempted—aching, really—to cover her cheeks in soft kisses, to shower her with affection until she wakes. But you hold yourself back, not wanting to disturb your sleeping princess just yet.

Your gaze shifts to her lips, lingering on the scar that cuts across them. There’s something about it that makes her baby face impossibly alluring, adding an edge to her softness that you can never resist. Kissing her scar is like touching heaven, a sensation that never loses its magic, no matter how many times you do it. The thought alone fills you with warmth, but before you can linger too long in your daydreams, Vi stirs beside you, mumbling something incomprehensible in her sleep.

“Mnm…” she grunts softly, her voice thick with drowsiness. You can’t help but chuckle at her little morning sounds, finding them endearing beyond words. Gently, you press the back of your fingers against her cheek, sliding them slowly across her soft skin until they come to rest on the inked lines of her tattoo. In that tender moment, you feel her hand tighten around your waist, a silent reassurance that even in sleep, she’s holding onto you.

You let out a content sigh, feeling your heart swell with love for this woman who’s become your entire world.

Vi shifts closer, pressing her nose against your chest with determination, her arms tightening around you so you can’t even think about moving. “Sleep… more…” she whispers, her voice soft and barely audible, still heavy with sleep. Mornings like these always brought out her clingy and cuddly side, something you secretly adored.

“Babe…” you whisper back, slipping your fingers into her messy hair. The effect is immediate—her body visibly relaxes, and a content sigh escapes her lips. This was her weakness, not the thrill of a pit fight against the toughest opponents or indulging in a hearty meal after a grueling day, but your hands in her hair. If she could, Vi would spend days and nights just like this, soaking up your touch.

Her hand slides down to rest on your hip, her thumb brushing against your skin as if savoring every second of this intimacy. You can’t help but giggle at her baby-like behavior, a sound that earns you an instant pout.

“Cupcake… stop laughingggg…” she whines, her voice dragging with mock irritation.

“I’m not laughing,” you reply, teasingly flicking her forehead with a smirk. “I’m just admiring you, dummy.”

“Heyy!” she protests, her pout intensifying, her expression so soft and endearing that it’s hard to take her seriously. “Have a little respect for your hardworking girlfriend!” Despite her words, her lips curl into a grin, still pressed against your chest.

“Oh, I do, babe,” you say, leaning down to plant a soft kiss on her lips, followed by another on her forehead. You watch as her cheeks flush into a sweet shade of pink, and your heart swells at how effortlessly beautiful she looks.

“Are you free today?” she murmurs, her voice tinged with hope.

“Mhm,” you hum in response.

“I can finally spend the day with the love of my life.” Her lips spread into a cheeky grin. “Aaaand stay in bed with you,” she adds playfully.

You roll your eyes with a smirk. “Gosh, you’re so lazy, babe.”

“I can’t help it if I have my own personal heating teddy bear,” she teases, letting out a soft chuckle before pressing a wet kiss against your collarbone, the sensation almost like a playful lick.

“Viiiiiiiiii,” you pout, squirming slightly under her clingy affection.

“Mine,” she declares, her voice low and possessive, as she closes her eyes and peppers your chest and collarbone with playful kisses. You laugh softly, the sound only encouraging her antics.

“Okay, babe, it’s time to get up,” you say, gently nudging her.

“Nooooooooo,” she groans dramatically, her voice now raspy and thick with sleep.

“It’s already 9 a.m.,” you point out, glancing at the clock.

“So whattt,” she mumbles stubbornly. “I’m tired… now shush, I’m going back to sleep.”

With that, she wraps her strong arms tighter around your waist and buries her face into the crook of your neck. Before you can respond, she leaves a tiny kiss on your skin, so light it feels like a feather brushing against you.

“I love you, cupcake,” she whispers, her words melting into the stillness of the morning.

“I love you too, Vi,” you reply softly, your hand gently stroking her hair as she snuggles even closer, her warmth and affection making it impossible to argue with her desire to stay in bed just a little longer.

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Caitvi Modern Au HCs

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Intro

Heyyyy this is my first ever post on tumblr!! I'm gonna do an actual intro later BUT needless to say I hope you enjoy aaaaaand keep in mind that english isn't my first language! I'd be so so happy to get some moots through this, I'll try to post something regularly and I'm open to any requests! 𖹭

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Movies

Their movie tastes are pretty different - Vi loves Adventure and thriller movies while Cait enjoys either cute romcoms or murder documentaries (obviously hehe). They even 'argue' about movies on their movie nights. They somehow... always end up watching something stupid like Jumanji 2 for the 10000th time.

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"I wonder what will happen next I'm soooo excited" (Vi says while munching on popcorn that Cait made for her.)

"Vi we've seen this movie multiple times, he's gonna get eaten by a crocodile" (Cait chuckles softly)

"STOP SPOILING"

Music

Vi is the type of person that LOVES listening to music without headphones. She literally blasts it loudly, not caring about people around her.

On the other hand - Cait is always the one complaining about it, MOSTLY when she blasts it during her work time. "OH MY GOD VIOLET" and that's how Vi knows it's either really bad or good when she says her full name, aaand spoiler alert, it's not so good. She can't be mad at her for long though, all it takes is just one sweet kiss and Cait is not mad anymore...

... until Vi turns it on again.

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Shopping

"This looks stupid on me" (Vi says as she's trying on a shirt in the cabins, Caitlyn peeking in)

"What are you talking about? you look amazing" (Caitlyn looks up and down her with a little smile)

"I don't need 8 different pairs of socks"

"Yes you do now shush, we're buying them"

"You'd look hot in this" (Vi smirks and shows her a pair of dark red lingerie)

"You'd look way hotter in this" (Cait points at a grinch onesie)

And that's how every single shopping day ends up with these two. Caitlyn basically DRAGGING Vi with her. She might not say it out loud, but she actually loves helping Cait find the perfect size of clothes and show her random stuff she found.

Phone

Caitlyn loves keeping her social media organized. Like REALLY organized. Her gallery is full of pretty and aesthetic pictures she took with a few blurry and funny selfies that Vi lefts for her everytime she finds her phone out of Caitlyn's touch. She keeps them anyway -because she thinks they're adorable- in a little folder named 'Vi being stupid again'.

(Selfies like these )

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Driving

Vi is most of the time the driver and she always shows off her skills on highways. A little habit of hers is holding Caitlyn's hand and squeezing it from time to time while driving. She's a sucker for her soft hands and the fact that they fit perfectly into hers.

Though.. Vi can't do rides during night, Cait is way more careful and respects every single road rule everrrr. Vi just ends up sleeping in the passenger's seat out of boredom when she drives.

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Hair

Vi never goes to a hairdresser or hairstylist, she fully trusts in Caitlyns cutting abilities (or should I say scissoring abilities).

(She was so hot with long hair icl)

No matter how many times Vi asks for a specific haircut, Cait always does what she thinks will look the best on her. She also banned her from using any hair dyes. She did so after Vi's hair dye accidentally dyed her hair ends purple instead of blue. She just wanted to have a little part on her that reminded her of Cait. It was a complete fail as it took a long time for Cait to chop those ends.

Kids

Caitlyn has a huge soft side when she's with little kids and loves playing with them. If it's building secret bases with pillows, painting cute drawings or helping them build legos. It's her little passion meanwhile Vi always watches her, she's not as good with kids. she tries but the kids are always a bit scared of her, at least until she does some stupid things with them like holding them up and acting like they're flying. And they end up loving it, she's like their human roller-coaster. Caitlyn sometimes can't help it, but be a little bit too overprotective over them.

"VI PUT THAT KID DOWN"

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Thank you so much for reading !! 𖹭