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𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔

Pairing: Mel Medarda x Noxian!Assassin!Reader

Summary: The objective you were given was to eliminate anyone who was a threat to Noxian society and reputation. Nobody has ever gotten in the way, no love, no distraction. But during that time, you slowly started to get close to Mel, behind wraps, until she was exiled to Piltover.

Your heart just wouldn’t stop, would it?

Warnings: Murder (kinda descriptive) | Intimacy at end | Mentions of reader being strong ‘cause we need some muscle ‘round here | Reader & Mel are teens in the beginning | absolutely diabolical style of writing | kinda corny but oh well |

A/N: Requested by an anon :)

Was listening to Hozier’s version on loop the whole time when writing this.

You trained your life for this.

The sword was in your hand for as long as you could remember. The day your father started training you was the same day you found your feet. He was harsh, but in the nation you lived in, you’d have to fight soon enough.

You vowed to show no weakness whatsoever—not during missions nor outside of that. You were focused on your main objective and that only.

Until you weren’t.

There was mandatory training with Ambessa. Even with all the training you’d been given over the years, you needed to be proven worthy.

Heavy amounts of sweat filled your senses as you spared. You could almost taste it, salty yet sweet; it dripped from your forehead to your chin.

Her strength was unmatched, but claimed that this was her going ‘easy’ on you. She twisted your arm and kept it in front of you, pressing your back to the ground. A sharp strike of pain coursed through you—as sharp as the blade you carry.

At the corner of your eye, you saw her.

Mel stood in the doorway, poised posture, a curious expression. Hands held at her front, ring glistening in the cool lighting of the room.

She was a gem, a beautiful one at that. Gold accessories decorated her hair, along with the freckles that spotted her face. She was composed, silently watching.

You weren’t completely unknown to each other, you’ve heard of one another, based on other people’s words.

Rumors rarely spread through Noxus; there was much more to focus on than silly speculation. Although, rarity doesn’t mean it never happens.

“Mother,” she spoke up accordingly, “I need to speak with you.” Air released from Ambessa’s nose in a sigh as she let go of you. You stay laid on the mat from exhaustion, taking in as much oxygen as your lungs could.

“Up, child.” Her hand wrapped around your arm with ease, and lifted you to your feet. “We will continue this another day, as for now, get some rest.” There was something hidden in her tone that you couldn’t catch. You did catch the silent look Mel gave you before she left, however.

What could it mean?

—★—

There was this weird tingle.

Deep down, a feeling buried within, a fuzzy sense; a blurred line between eagerness and anxiousness. This girl was stirring up emotions you’d never felt before

You wanted to talk to her, desperately. It was something about her—you’re curious, eager.

The energy that surrounded her was gravitational. She was the sun, you were a planet, pulled together by her forces. How, how did she do it? She doesn’t know it but she has you wrapped around her finger—wait, no.

You barely saw her for more than five minutes and are already having these thoughts, these feelings?

A huff left your lips, blinking at the blank wall of your room. There was little to no color visible in the room, there was no need for it. Colors were a projection of emotion, especially bright colors. What was there to show?

—★—

You wish your heart stop would stop beating.

The repetitive thumping against your chest every time she was around is driving you insane. As if someone was punching from the inside—trapped words kept burrowed within.

Surely she had no interest in you…right?

Hey! No distractions. Follow your orders.

That self-restraint didn’t last for long—you brought your courage with you to her office door. The designs were carefully carved into the wood, precise. It glided with a sharp creak, revealing her, with the same collected attitude.

You didn’t want to look foolish, standing awkwardly, like some lost puppy.

Get yourself together.

Your expression relaxed into a more serious manner,

“Are you in need of something?” She raised an eyebrow, eyes scanning your every move. Did she know how intimidating she was? Maybe that was just in your head.

That simple look from her could melt you down into a puddle.

“Would you like to come with me to the garden?” You held your words at a confident level—not allowing her beauty distract you.

An aspect in her expression softened, though it was incredibly subtle. She glanced back at the painting she was working on before turning back to you.

“That would be nice,” she carefully stepped out of the room, hands held at her front. She was suspicious, understandably. The person who she’s never talked suddenly invited her to talk.

But that’s how you get to know someone, is it not?

The walk to the garden was silent—other than your footsteps echoing through the elongated halls.

“I’m sure we’ve crossed paths.” She glanced at your face, side-profile highlighted by the bright lighting on the sun. She felt her heart do a strange skip.

“You saw me training last night,” you informed quietly, keeping your eyes on the ground. “But I don’t really think that counts.”

You weren’t good at this, conversation, even if you were trained to manipulate and deceive enemies on missions. Those skills couldn’t be applied when it came to a pretty girl, apparently.

You know your father would be disappointed.

—★—

“My mother is sending me to Piltover,” her words caught you off guard, your head snapped in her direction. “She’s sending you away?” It couldn’t be, what for? It didn’t feel real.

Her eyes lowered to her fidgeting fingers. “She’s noticed that I’m not capable of following in her footsteps, I’m too soft, too weak.” Ambessa isn’t one to tolerate weakness, especially if it’s shown in her children. She’s hard on them because she wants them to succeed, even when it’s not presented in an ideal fashion. It’s the Noxian way.

“Will you be back?” The question almost made her neutral demeanor falter. “I don’t know,” it was unlike her to not have an answer. She always had answers.

…

She didn’t pack anything.

What would she need anyway?

She was starting a new life. Away from her mother, from you, from Kino.

That night, you didn’t take a trip to her room. It was too much to bear.

—★—

The morning came too fast. Midnight blue morphed with rusty orange, layered on top of a sea of tangerine.

The sunrise would normally calm the troubled waters of your mind.

Today’s routine was different

You watched from the sidelines, in the shadows, out of sight.

The ship settled at the docks, reds sails waving in the wind. Guards standing on each side, as still as statutes. Singular hand gripped onto the base of their spear.

She didn’t speak, didn’t give a glance back. Even then, she wouldn’t see you. You wouldn’t want her to, you didn’t want to see the sad face she’d make before the ship sailed away.

But the look she gave her mother was what cracked at your heart. One of muffled desperation, a final plea, a silent one. Yet nothing warm was sent back, only a stoic expression.

That’s the last time you saw her.

As she got further and further away.

—★—

The first few weeks in Piltover weren’t the best.

Eyes laid on her wherever she stepped foot. An outsider she was.

Rumors spread as quick as a wildfire. Gossip shouldn’t be in such a sophisticated environment, should it? Her question was answered whenever she encountered certain people. Not-so subtle expression of skepticism casted her way.

Part of her wishes you were here.

She doesn’t even know you that well, but that’s all she could think about—your voice, face, body. She yearned. She needed you here, to support her, to whisper ‘it’ll all be okay.’

She’s convinced that this is all a part of something bigger.

—★—

To your surprise, you were sent to Piltover for an assignment. Ambessa called you to a private meeting; you couldn’t recall the last time you had one.

It was held in her office, a room of low lighting—smelt of burnt wood shavings and melted steel. The scent was nearly suffocating, lodging itself inside your throat.

You were only able to breath when her voice echoed through the room.

“A man has threatened to jeopardize our nation’s secrets, putting us at risk for a potential conflict. You know what I expect, you will not disappoint me, am I correct?” She raised an eyebrow, looking down at you with an expression that’d only mean one thing.

That you needed to do your mission: eliminate.

—★—

The ship sailed through the water, spurts of it splashing back onto your face.

The moment your black boots met Piltover’s ground, it felt…foreign. This isn’t where you belonged, maybe this is how Mel felt.

You secretly hoped you’d see her somehow.

But there she was, at one the many events held in the estate; standing

Light reflected off her olive green eyes, sprinkled with the faintest of gold. Smiling thinly at those who talked to her, having little to no interest in what they were saying.

Though she did have a small laugh with a brunette woman who stood beside her—they looked natural next to each other. You couldn’t help but feel a small burn in your chest. Jealousy. Your lip couldn’t help but curl into a sneer—nose turning up with it.

Why should you care?

A deep exhale escaped as you turned to focus on the target. You imaged a big red X on his back, excluding him from the crowd as to track him down easier.

You creeped out of the estate, scanning the surrounding area. Few people were ever out at night, making it the perfect time.

You slowly slid the sword out your holder. You were stealthy. A panther creeping up on its prey before jumping to strike.

The blade sliced into flesh—completing a clean cut. Blood stained the blade, clinging to its metal. His body immediately fell to the floor, throat sliced open.

You’ve gotten used to the sight of blood and bodies, it was your job as so. Why wouldn’t you be used to it? As if the amount of times you’ve seen it mattered. There were scarce moments in which you questioned yourself—why take the lifes of others even if they deserved it?

Why do I do this?

It was haunting.

You’ve blocked it out—abandoned in the back of an endless stream of guilt.

There’s no need for you to feel guilty—this is what’s good for Noxus. It is what’s best for the nation. What you were born to do.

—★—

The war.

You’ve seen it once before, Noxus and Ionia, it was devastating.

That’s the day you said goodbye to your father, saw as he walked away despite your cries. You didn’t see the tears in his eyes as he disappeared into battle. The ash.

His body wasn’t even recovered. And that’s when you realized that his legacy was now on you. No longer your name, but the General’s daughter.

You’d taken his words to heart.

“Always fight for Noxus,

No other nation will take our pride.”

—★—

She looked…different. Her locs, which would usually be in an updo, now trailed down her back in a ponytail. Baby hairs twirled along the top sides of her Golden markings traced her forehead, jaw, nose. She wore red and black noxian attire.

She looked up, not recognizing you in the fit of the moment, but then her eyes widened. “You…” there was caution in her tone, “You’re here.” You gave a nod, not sure how to express how you felt seeing her again. “Yeah…yeah, I am.”

You walked towards where she sat, slightly hesitant. Putting the sniper down, against the bench, you sat down with a sigh.

The two of you sat in silence.

“My condolences,” you spoke softly, looking at the golden mask she held in her hands. She hummed in acknowledgment, staring down at it.

“I didn’t want to be like her, a killer…” the words trailed off, her mouth pressing into a thin line. “But it seems as though I proved myself wrong.” A crack interrupted her sentence, but she didn’t pay any mind, hoping you wouldn’t either.

“I never wanted violence, I never wanted to fight, that’s why I was never ideal to her.” She shook her head, tears threatening to fall.

From the corner of her eye, she could see your sympathetic expression. “Now I have no one.”

“You have me,” Your hand twitched to touch hers but you held back. “I’m here for you, as a friend.” It was painful for you to say, you two weren’t friends, there was a tension that lingered. There always has been.

She lightly furrowed her brows, “Am I sure I know you anymore? It’s been years, you surely aren’t the same person.” You couldn’t haven’t changed that much, could you?

…

She can’t trust anyone.

Can she?

Mel was confused, desperate to find the pieces to this puzzle. Ever since she was trapped in that…that prison, she feels that everyone around her isn’t real. That it’s just a deception, a trick to get to her.

“I know it’s been a while,” you weren’t exactly the best at consolation, (at least that’s what you thought). “I can’t promise you that I haven’t completely changed but…it’s not for the worst.” You said it slowly, thinking over each word as it came out. “I’m not that different, I don’t believe so.”

She believed you, a big part of her did—but there was that pesky area of her brain that didn’t. She internally decides that she’s grateful for you to be back.

—★—

She invited you to her room for some wine, though you didn’t drink. She just wanted your company, not that she’d admit that aloud. She took a sip from her cup, legs crossed in a professional manner; sat in a chair across the room, looking out the window.

Nothing was said, you wanted to say something but weren’t sure it’d come out right. The silence was too deafening. A question wouldn’t be so bad, right?

“Did you..um—what was he to you?” You hesitatly asked as the words caused her to pause.

She didn’t look at you, once again, staring at the deep ruby beverage in her glass. It swished with every move she made.

“I loved him.”

That didn’t shock you. The way she spoke so quietly, so timidly, did. You didn’t know a single thing about their relationship other than the fact they were in one.

She clearly loved him.

Does she love me the way she loved him?

The thought popped up, unwanted.

No, no, that’s ridiculous. Stop.

“In my own way, I..” she tried to find the right words to say, to explain herself. She couldn’t. How could she love him but not explain it?

Had she ever loved him at all?

She did, very deeply.

She had admit, part of her still loved you, but s

“It’s okay, I mean—I shouldn’t have asked that.” You backtracked with a reassuring smile. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

She gave the smallest smile back, somewhat comforted. She couldn’t help but feel guilty, she loved Jayce yet couldn’t get over you all those years. Now that she’s face to face with you, she still can’t find herself to express her feelings.

—★—

But it seemed that with being far apart for so many years brought you closer. Each new interaction made you notice things you hadn’t before.

She never really smiled fully, only a thin line among her lips. You hoped one day that’d change, you’d see a glimpse of genuine happiness.

The way her eyes widened, a kitten-like expression. You never realized how much her soft features resembled a feline’s. Despite the title of a ‘wolf’ or ‘fox,’ she seemed to be opposite.

And it was the day you’d went into the Piltovian gardens did she decided to just…

To just tell you.

“I love you.”

It was quite sudden, and your voice faded out in the middle of the sentence you were forming.

The silence that followed made her want to desperately hide into a hole. Oh no…goodness this was a bad idea—I made it weird now.

“I love you too.”

When she saw the smile on your face, it was as if the sun was shining bright in her view.

Her hand smoothed over your cheek, which you leaned into. “When did you know?” She looked over your features. “Since the day I saw you,” you smiled, eyes closed.

—★—

On top of the sheets, warm hands delicately trailed down her body. The tips of your fingers draw patterns, squiggles, jagged lines.

Your cheek was pressed against the soft skin of her stomach. It was so comfortable, you felt at peace; something you haven’t felt in a while. One of her hands went to rest on your nape—rubbing the small hairs. It led you to sigh in relief, your body turning to mush at her touch.

She smiled down at you, eyes full of adoration. You were here, after years of separation. All her dreams of you, wrapped up in her arms, finally became real.

“You’re so beautiful,” you murmured as you kissed her waist, stretch marks danced down her hips. You’ve yearned to see her like this, in all her glory.

Her eyes were half-lidded and tired, but she was grateful at the sight of you. The feeling of your rather chapped lips on her skin.

One of her hands came up to your jaw, manicured nails caressed the edges. A shiver crawled up your spine—this was heaven.

“So are you.” No doubt or hesitation in her voice as she stared into the depths of your eyes. Her words were so simple, yet it made your heart race—pounding heavily against your chest.

“I’m glad that I found you again..” you shakily sighed out. An intense wave suddenly crashed down onto shore. A burning sensation creeped at the bottom of your throat, slowly rising like smoke from a campfire. You focused on taking controlled breathes, inhaling deeply through your nose before exhaling from your mouth. The actions didn’t go unnoticed, and her head tilted to the side in order to fully see your face.

The corner of your eyes started to get red, shying away from her gaze. A sting settled; unblinking eyes welled up with tears that refused to fall, staring at a wall to avoid it all.

“Darling, what’s wrong?” Her volume was of a mouse, way quiter than her usual leveled voice. It was gentle. You didn’t say anything, staying still in the comforting position.

She chose not to pressure you, instead kneading at your biceps, in slight awe at how much strength was in the palm of her hand. You certainly had gained more muscle since she’d last seen you—not thin per say, but not as brawny. Then again, you were teenagers at that time.

“Were we always made for each other?” The words crinkled at the weight of your emotions as they spilled from your mouth.

Despite her concern, that question made her smile. “The Gods knew we’d find our way back…we’re soul tied.” You finally looked up at her. “Soulmates?” You asked uncertainly. “Soulmates.” She was so sure, a contrast to the unknowing words she uttered when announcing her departure.

And with that, she smiled…really smiled. Porcelain teeth shining in the darkness of the room.

She was always yours, destined.

You could’ve gone back to Noxus, moved on, but you couldn’t—not with her in mind.

No wonder you came crawling back.

A/N: I deeply apologize to the anon that requested this, it took way too long😞. I haven’t written fics this long so it’s a bit complicated.

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𝐓𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐇𝐂'𝐬

They can never make me hate her, NEVER.

Warning: Cute, cutie and cuteness

This woman does NOT know how to relax. During her time as senator-elect, she’d be going back and forth with paperwork, interviews and speeches.

“Taissa,” you sighed out as you walked into her office, seeing her eyes firmly locked on paperwork. “Yes, love?” She asked without giving you a glance. “Come to bed, I’m not telling you again,” the firm tone of your voice made her falter just a little bit. “I’d love to but—“”It’s not a choice. Come to bed.” She rolled her eyes, she could handle all-nighters, but you wouldn’t let that pass. “Fine,” she muttered, neatly stacking the papers in order before getting up from her chair, back aching from her previously slouched posture. Once she felt your hand rest against the sore spot, her tense body relaxed.

Is very affectionate. On the outside she’s this composed, serious, and professional woman, which she is. She isn’t afraid to be affectionate in public, you are her wife, and she isn’t hiding that.

Whenever she’s super stressed out, you give her a nice warm bubble bath.

She leaned back against the tub, sinking into the warm water. It felt too hot on her skin, nearly scolding, but she didn’t have the energy to speak on it. You lowered yourself into the tub, across from her. “Comfortable?” You asked softly, concerned at her quietness. She simply nodded, and that was all you needed. There were many times where she would dissociate, lost in her own head, watching her body from the outside. She stared at the ripples of the water as you continued to move. It was quiet, neither of you minded.

The biggest yearner in the world, maybe even more than Shauna, we’ve seen it.

Lowkey can’t cook ‘cause she’s always tired and if you can’t either then oh well. You’ll be surviving on frozen meals and takeout for as long as you can. Otherwise, she makes a mean Alfredo pasta (yes, that specifically).

Absolutely loves talking you any and everywhere. She will show you the whole world—especially if you mention a country you want to go to, baby, she already packed your bags and booked them tickets.

Has a fear of planes, for the obvious reason. But she had to get used to not only traveling in the car. Besides, she has you.

Her eyes were closed, taking controlled breaths. She opened them back up, staring at the view from her window. The buildings and greenery of the ground were long gone, all that remained was the blueness of the ocean and the transparency of the clouds. She couldn’t help but think back to looking out the window in the beginning moments of the crash. It was all blurred out, the acceleration increasing as the plane continued to fall and fall, they hit the ground—she took a sharp intake of air. She felt a squeeze of her hand, looking down to see your hand on top of hers. She wasn’t there, she was here, with you. Nothing was going to happen.

Confused half of the time—especially with the things she hears from Shauna and Misty, plain insanity.

Self-care queen, (take 3x06 as an example), after impeaching herself, she actually started to let herself relax. Imagine the shock you felt when she suggested that you two have a spa-day.

“Um…are you okay?” She asked cautiously as she saw you frozen in place. “What did you just say?” You muttered, eyes wide and searching hers, to see if she was possibly joking. “If we can have a spa-day?” She repeated her earlier question, next thing you know, she’s being squeezed like she’d disappear on spot. Despite her confusion, she hugged you back, semi-lanky arms wrapped around your shoulders.

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Episode 7 made me lose several years of my life, I’m not even joking. I don’t think I can do this anymore💔

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tai literally begging for help from van as other tai switches back is so fucking scary. genuinely. gave me chills.

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Some of the yellowjackets girls piss me off now and then, but they could never make me hate any one of them I stand by women's rights and wrongs. I don't know why people watch the show if they're not ready to feel empathy for deeply flawed and morally dubious/irredeemable characters like go watch something else and leave us alonneeeee.

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biggggg lottie art dump because i've been drawing her a lot more this past month . she is my current muse ❤️

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Genuine question: Why do people ignore Taissa’s character?

I do have friends to talk to about her but when it comes to the general fandom, I don’t see much. I also do not see much about about Taivan, nor Tai & Simone, compared to non-canon ships in the show (which I do not understand AT ALL).

She’s my absolute favorite character and the fact she gets so little coverage kinda bothers me—I hope at least some people feel the same way I do!

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I love Vander, but you cannot talk about VI’s trauma without understanding that a huge part of it comes from his “it’s on you” speech. That one conversation encapsulates VI’s struggle as a character and explains so many of her decisions.

Vi feels the same guilt Jinx does for the deaths of her family, because it was “all on her.” She gets out of prison and discovers her sister is a murderer (gleefully so in the fight against the Firelights where Vi sees her smiling while shooting at them)—that’s on her too. Jinx confirms it during the tea party scene (though I still think that speech gets a bit misinterpreted, including by Vi).

So, we come into the second season and VI’s sister, for whom she feels responsible—the “monster she created”—has blown up the council, which includes the mother of someone Vi cares deeply about/is falling in love with. In VI’s head, she’s still thinking “you don’t get to be selfish. Whatever happens, it’s on you.” So, she has to do whatever she can to keep Jinx from hurting more people. She has blood on her hands (in her mind) for every person Jinx kills.

None of that is “character assassination.” I think people think about Vander’s speech and Vi taking responsibility for Powder from just the perspective of “protect the family,” but it’s so much more complicated than just that. It’s also very much a reflection of Vi fulfilling the classic oldest daughter role. Plenty of oldest siblings are familiar with getting the blame for the younger sibling because “you should have stopped them.”

And so part of her journey as a character is her learning to let go of that feeling because it’s not only bad for her, but it’s a controlling mindset when it comes to Jinx. And we see Vi struggle with this. Her first instinct is to try to go by herself to stop Jinx. Then she tries to convince herself that Jinx isn’t her sister, so she’s not responsible for her—but we can tell she doesn’t really believe it. Then she finally starts to learn to accept Jinx for who she is and treat her more as an equal than her child—hence Jinx’s surprise at being asked her opinion on what they should do.

Do I personally wish we got more focus on Vi? Always. She’s my favorite character. I always want more. But I don’t think she was underwritten, poorly written, or had suffered character assassination. I also don’t think her struggle makes her a bad sister.

And I think it’s so telling for Vi and her trauma that, in the end, she couldn’t let go of Vander. Because she could never let go of him and his expectations for her. And that is both a blessing and a curse for her. It gives her motivation to keep fighting, but weighs her down with responsibility.

People like to argue VI’s trauma is mostly centered around Piltover and enforcers, but, while those aren’t a nonfactor, neither has such a hold on her as that conversation with Vander.

And BTW, me saying all this about VI’s character doesn’t mean I think her entire character is about Jinx. I’m just talking specifically about her trauma. Her story is also about falling in love and what that level of vulnerability can lead to.

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her long hair is so yummy.

that’s it that’s the post.

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Thank you for tagging meeee :3 @saturnhas82moons

Favorite color: Forest green

Currently reading: Come Closer by Sara Gran (a re-read, actually!)

Last movie: I don’t remember, I have horrid memory, unfortunately

Last series: Yellowjackets

Last song: Someone To Call My Lover by Janet Jackson

Sweet, savory or salty: I can’t choose🤕

Craving: French fries

Coffee or tea: neither (crazy, I know)

Currently working on: The Mel fanfic that I still haven’t freaking finished

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last movie: the matrix revolutions (2003)

last series: the crow girl (2025)

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craving: fries!

tea/coffee: tea!!

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LOTTIE NOOOOOOOOO

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Might start writing for Yellowjackets (the adult timeline!) because I can barely find anything (specifically on taivan and Misty) and season 3 is burned into my skull🤕

[sevikasbooyahh]

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘

Pairing: Caitvi x Reader

Summary: Making your girlfriends crochet gifts for Valentine's Day <3

The strongest scent in the room derived from the book that Vi was reading. It smelt of vetiver, a smoky, earthy aroma that blessed your nose. “The Adventures of Harden,” she’d been reading it for a while—that huge chunky novel must’ve been filled with a butt ton of action.

Caitlyn was busy in a council meeting, she’d gone back to announce her departure despite her inner confliction. She needed a break from everything, to not have so much weight on her shoulders for once in her life. Vi was the one to have done most of the convincing, she’s good at it—not very surprising.

“What’s happening as of now?” You asked Vi as you looked at the block on text from behind her. She leaned her head back to look up at you, “Huh?”

You gestured to the book, “In here, what’s happening?” Suddenly, all the deep knowledge she’s memorized in this book was gone with a poof. She scratched the mop of pink hair atop of her head, “I—uh, don’t remember, sorry,” You feigned a disappointmented sigh, resting your head on her shoulder.

“Did you really wanna know?” Her tone was near concerned, as if afraid that you actually were disappointed. You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face, “I’m just jossin’.” She visibly looked relieved, exhaling a breath. “What, scared I was sad to not hear your nerdiness?” The teasing tone in your voice made her quietly groan but not retort.

A part of her was a bit suspicious, just in general, she knew Valentine’s Day was coming up—and that you had to be planning something. But what? It could be anything, you had many talents. She internally scolded herself as to not think about it too much, though she couldn’t deny the excitement bubbling up inside.

—★—

The floor creaked under weight of your feet as you walked through the hallway, headed towards your crochet room.

With how huge the Kiramman mansion was, many rooms went unused, simply labeled as guest or storage, this being one of them. When Caitlyn noticed that crochet was one of your prominent hobbies, she offered for you to use any room you’d like.

You specifically chose this one for it’s beauty.

Sunlight shined through the one large window on the left side of the room, lighting up the darkest parts of the room. The view outside of that very window, ships coming from different areas to land at their docks; the tall buildings constructed by genius minds.

Piltover’s beauty never failed to amaze you.

Your crochet equipment was neatly settled on the wooden oak table. As you sat on the black rolling chair, the kitten-like figures were what you decided to work on first. You could only think about your girlfriends—how you saw them, but in a more adorable form.

You looped the black yarn with the hooked needle, each small thread tightening together like bonded atoms. Throughout the past hour, you slowly worked your way up. Adding on a small strawberry hat to it, with specks of white as seeds and it’s green leaf top.

On to the next, not muchh different, other than colors. The white yarn was a stark contrast from the black—and instead of a strawberry hat, a blueberry one. The star-shaped pattern on the top to represent the calyx.

…

You carefully cut the loose string that hung next to the eye. Perfection. Crafted with your bare hands—to say you were only proud was an understatement.

—★—

You couldn’t hold the absolute joy you felt when you entered the living room with the box. Giving anything to the ones you loved was the best gift that you could ever receive; you were excited for their reactions too. You waited up to this moment to show something special—with meaning, non-verbally announcing your love for them. It’s not that you couldn’t say ‘I love you’ out loud (well, maybe), but you didn’t wanna just say it without showing it as well.

They’ve never received crocheted gifts before, it’s not that common of a hobby. That was even more of a reason for you to make it.

—★—

“What is this I see?” Caitlyn raised an eyebrow at the mysterious brown box. Vi peeked from beside her—similar to a cat; curious, eyes trained onto the box like it’d disappear in seconds. She made her way closer before you lightly pushed her back, “You will see what it is, be patient.” You shook your head in amusement at her eagerness.

The moment you pulled them out, Caitlyn’s eyes widened, along with Vi’s jaw nearly dropping to the floor.

Vi took the figure as if it were porcelain, as if her hands were so rough that it’d break it so easily. “No way,” she whispered, inspecting every detail.

Tears started to well up in her eyes as she stared down at the plush. “It’s…it’s—thank you,” her laugh was watery as she hugged you, brawny arms squeezing you tight.

Valentines Day was barely celebrated in Zaun, but she remembered when Powder would make her tiny gadgets or trinkets. To her, it was more than she could act for, even if those things were now destroyed, still laid in a pile of dust and debris.

Caitlyn was speechless, staring at hers in shock; the little baby blue streaks mixed into the white yarn, the navy blue hat matching her own hair.

This was…sweet.

Sweet as honey; straight from the source. The most wonderful project she’d ever seen—better than any architecture or design that’s been brought to her.

She couldn’t help but join in on the hug as well, her face burying itself deep into your neck. Where she felt safe.

They’d surely cherish this forever.

—★—

Bonus moment:

She closed her eyes and hugged the crocheted kitten, “I’m gonna name him Barry.” She announced to the both of you, feeling content. Caitlyn looked up from her own kitten, “As in ‘berry?’ Wow, creative.” She nodded, amused.

…

That night, as the moon was up and the stars were out—your loves were fast asleep. Caitlyn was curled in on herself, legs near her mid-section, arms rested underneath her head. Vi, however, had her arms wrapped around Caitlyn’s waist, cheek pressed against the soft of her back. Barry was squished in between.

A/N: The idea of crocheting is so cute to me but I don’t know how to😔

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Sketch is done ✨