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Save Me From This Upgraded to Two Shot

Caitlyn/Vi Rated E, 16351 words (26,535 total)

So, I survived the end of my grad spring class and have finished my oneshot into a twoshot. I couldn't quite stay away from Coke Caitlyn so here's the second part that five people asked for.

Excerpt:

There was a part of her that wished to scream until her throat burst. The old Caitlyn could’ve been the woman that Vi deserved. They had been robbed of a gentle love. Now though they had the pieces, and if they were willing enough, they could put them back together into something that could work. She wanted it so badly she could scarcely breathe.

It was in her control to make that first step.

“I wish for you to stay here with me.” It was far too blunt, and far too imprecise for what she truly wanted to say. Vi raised her eyebrow, and Caitlyn ducked her head and continued on. “You can certainly leave at any time. I just wish to have you close. To speak to you again.”

Vi chewed slowly before her continuous staring forced Caitlyn to look at her directly. “Just to talk?” The question might have been light, a joke in another time and place, but after last night it sounded more of a confirmation of a needed boundary.

“Yes,” Caitlyn agreed, the thought of Vi pressed up against her flashing through her mind. Vi was worth more than a fleeting impulsive encounter. To have Vi in her space would have to be enough. Would be enough

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64907668/chapters/166838254

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Save Me From This

Caitlyn/Vi Rated E, 10,183 words

Commission work included from the wonderful at estrilex48

Excerpt:

“I had you brought here because you owe me,” Caitlyn hissed.

Vi laughed without humor. “Owe you what?”

Caitlyn felt her heart pick up even more as the pills took effect. She held up her hand, and her cape swished as she swept outward as if to encompass everything around them. “You owe me this city’s safety. You owe me loyalty. You owe me so many sleepless nights.”

Vi actually laughed at her face and it seemed genuine, and she took a few half stumbling steps forward before she jabbed Caitlyn’s chest with an accusatory finger. 

Of all the sensations coursing through her body, it focused down to the thrill of the painful touch. 

Vi had touched her. 

Everything ebbed back. 

She wanted her to touch her again. 

Everywhere.

“Hear tell it Jinx hasn’t done shit since we lost her. So there you go, officer. Your security is fine.”

“Don’t call me that,” Caitlyn said lowly, her eyes trained on Vi’s mouth. 

Unperturbed or unlistening, Vi continued on, “As for what is between me and you, we both know why I don’t owe you shit.”

Caitlyn hissed, but said nothing to her defense. 

Vi’s proximity was all encompassing. 

She smelled floral, and with a heat from cinnamon whiskey on her breath as she spoke in the inch between their mouths. 

“But those sleepless nights, is it because you’re scared of the dark or is it because you hate that you don’t know what it feels like to fuck me?”

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I mean I love any sort of engagement really, but there's just something about someone dropping a multi-tier thesis about things they noticed that make it all worth it. Fandom is enjoying things to together. Having a dialogue about both the silly things and the more serious things and I have just as much fun watching an author be silly in the comments as reading their work. Or see their passion in their craft when discussing decisions or moves they wanted to make.

AO3 comment culture sucks so fucking bad I got double the amount of bookmarks yesterday when I posted that update than I did comments. DOUBLE. You like it enough to save it but not enough to say 'hey thanks homie???' COME ON BRO

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The interaction Fortiche should have animated if they weren't cowards.

just stick to the plan. the plan. the one with the handcuffs. and a blindfold i mean sack over. that plan

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two of hearts - nuits de désir

Caitlyn/Vi (Arcane/League of Legends) Rated E, 6,000 words (1/3)

>>> read here

“So, Millie– can I call you Millie?” “I’d rather you didn’t.” “Right. Anyway, Millie, the name’s Vi. I’ve got a feature in the works, and you’ve got a great thing here. Figured I’d see about some kind of rendezvous.” “Bold little thing, aren’t you?” Matilda’s breath curled in the cold, dissipating with the strike of a match on the weathered iron fence. The flame caught her eye when she tipped it to the end of her cigarette. “I’m afraid Matilda won’t be taking private interviews,” she said, dropping the matchstick over the ledge. “But Caitlyn might.”

Or: struggling journalist Vi and cabaret performer Caitlyn walk into a bar. The rest is history. 1960s AU.

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two of hearts - nuits de désir

Caitlyn/Vi (Arcane/League of Legends) Rated E, 6,000 words

>>> read here

“So, Millie– can I call you Millie?” “I’d rather you didn’t.” “Right. Anyway, Millie, the name’s Vi. I’ve got a feature in the works, and you’ve got a great thing here. Figured I’d see about some kind of rendezvous.” “Bold little thing, aren’t you?” Matilda’s breath curled in the cold, dissipating with the strike of a match on the weathered iron fence. The flame caught her eye when she tipped it to the end of her cigarette. “I’m afraid Matilda won’t be taking private interviews,” she said, dropping the matchstick over the ledge. “But Caitlyn might.”

Or: struggling journalist Vi and cabaret performer Caitlyn walk into a bar. The rest is history. 1960s AU.

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Caitlyn M 10,938 words

Thank you once again @arythias for risking life and limb to beta my work. Your saintly dedication will be remembered in all entirety as we continuously devour THE Red and Blue hair lesbian get freaky in countless universes.

Disclaimer: This work is completely dependent on reading Robber of the High Road up through Chapter Five Splintered.

Synopsis: Caitlyn Kiramman through her birthdays experiencing love, loss, and loneliness.

Excerpt:

It was just her stupid birthday. They’d just celebrate when they got home from whatever important matter that needed tending to. It happened last year too, so why was she letting it get to her?

Not like she cared anyway. She didn’t want presents–not really. Her mother had at least left the governess with orders to cut back just a little on Caitlyn’s studies for the summer. 

All she wanted was things to go back to normal. 

She didn’t want to become an alderwoman. 

Not with the way her mother now treated her like one of her caravan wagons that needed to be filled with all the right cargo and sold for the exact right price. Just like a caravan wagon it was all handled by workers far out of sight by her mother. 

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watch the tape, press rewind

Caitlyn/Vi (Arcane/League of Legends) Rated E, 3,280 words

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“So, your final,” Vi started, scanning the intersections with only half her mind on the road. “You’re making a film about love?” “It’s a visual essay on modern idolatry.” Caitlyn forced herself to relax under the sideways glance Vi sent her. “A critique on the romanticization of… well, romance.” Vi grinned. “And you picked me?”

Through the lens of her final project, Caitlyn pieces together a love she never saw herself losing.

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a winter that kills: november

Caitlyn/Vi (Arcane/League of Legends) Rated M, 4,555 words

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Caitlyn and Vi are partnered as lighthouse keepers for one harsh New England Winter.

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The picture Blackcliff Light cuts into the night sky can easily be illustrated with one word: imposing. The lantern flashes isophase at an interval of about three seconds atop it, and the air is utterly silent, save for crashing waves and the coastal winds. Caitlyn is no stranger to maritime architecture, and by that measure, she had hoped that this post would do her well.

She finds herself succumbing quickly to regret.

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