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—— Caitvi, post s2 ep9.

The sun crippled into Caitlyn's bedroom lazily, the scent of rubbing alcohol invading Vi's nostrils as she stepped in.

Not that she hadn't spent the past ten hours pacing back and forth to check when Caitlyn was gonna wake up.

She knew that the doctor had mumbled some bullshit, like some sort of "she needs rest, I gave her sleeping pills", but Vi couldn't wait.

She wanted to talk to her, to mourn her sister and her dad with the one person she had left.

She wanted Caitlyn to hold her, and she wanted to hold her as well.

It was only when she could hear Caitlyn's voice attempting to let out some words, that she rushed to the side of the mattress.

"Caitlyn,"

She began, breathing heavily through her nose, almost to let out the stress that had bottled up until that moment. She saw the terror in her eye, the hands coming to touch what was blocking the view on her left one.

"Easy, easy, you can't touch that, cupcake."

Vi's voice slipped through the creases of silence broken only by Caitlyn's rugged breath, while the shorter girl grabbed her wrists and placed them back down.

"What happened?"

Caitlyn's voice stabbed at Vi's chest; nothing sounded like her. Like the woman she had fallen in love with.

She was scared, terrified.

A kind of terror Vi had swore she would've never let anyone she loved feel, not on her watch.

"Ambessa's dead, love."

Caitlyn's eyebrow rose; she knew Ambessa was dead, it was the nickname that stinged her.

"Love?"

She asked, Vi's cheeks catching fire almost, as she looked down, and Caitlyn couldn't help but chuckle, a silent note taken about picking her on that later.

"Sorry, anyway— Mel brought you here, you were hurt pretty bad, but she could keep Loris alive, no wonder how she did that with you as well."

"Maddie?"

That name hurt on Caitlyn's lips as much as it burned in Vi's chest. They had talked about it.

After their encounter in the bunker, Caitlyn had let the name of the person she'd seen slip out. Even tho Vi always took at least five minutes to remember the name associated with the face.

"what about her? she's fine"

Vi whispered, gritting her teeth and leaned back on her chair, scoffing, her arms crossing at her chest.

"She told her to shoot me,"

And that was enough for Vi to completely relax her eyebrows and eyelids.

"what—."

"She's with Ambessa, and— Violet!"

The thud of the chair - once it dropped for the way Vi had stood - made Caitlyn flinch, the cold air from the door flying open hitting her with the realization that probably she was gonna regret telling Vi that Maddie wasn't on their side before she was strong enough to hold her back.

"Violet!"

She called again, her act already reflecting on her senses, obliging her to lay back down and take deep, deep breaths.

Without Mel worrying about the people in Piltover, of course Maddie was outside the Kiramman's house with whoever apparently hadn't seen her betrayal on full display — more for Vi to get mad for.

Hands clenched in fists, it was like Maddie had seen that coming; the pink haired Zaunite was still covered in blood and bruises, had refused to leave Caitlyn's side, not trusting anyone next to her —and when Maddie saw her walking towards her, she only had enough strength to start walking backwards.

Funny how the slower she walked, the faster Violet seemed to be approaching her. As much as Maddie had adored her for her story, now fear was dripping down her forehead in liquid form — because Vi's eyes were empty, there wasn't anything except for rage, that was deductible more from the way she was breathing through her nostrils and the way her neck veins were swollen, than her actual expression.

Covered in dried blood, dirt and with her eyes redder than she'd ever admit, she made sure both her hands were ready enough for her to grab that obnoxious redhead, and give her what she deserved.

Revenge.

Now, it's not that Vi hadn't thought about being better, proving everyone that the place she came from meant nothing but oh well - she was gonna / fucking thank you / prove everyone wrong next time.

Maybe.

Probably as high on adrenaline as someone who just spent two hours on rollercoasters, or mouth-filled with the same anger she felt only once she'd realised her father was gone, it took her nothing to close the distance with- fuck, she had already forgotten her name again.

Ammy.

Teddy.

Kelly?

Nelly.

Merry?

Mary-

Abby. Yes, had to be Abby.

Closed the distance between them, Vi's fists clenched at the girl's uniform, lifting her from the ground not without a little groan for the effort and her muscles still sore.

"You tried to kill her!"

"Vi- I was following orders, I had to— I didn't have a choice-"

Maddie's voice came out shaky, a first fist flying in her direction - once her feet touched the ground again -, landing exactly on her cheek.

There weren't much people around the building, which was probably the best for Vi, not so much for Maddie; the timing and the coincidence of Maddie being here were presented to Vi like a cake on a silver plate. The mere thought of her being here to try to pay visit to Caitlyn coursed through her veins, gathering up rage until she could only see red.

The stumble she took had Violet taking advance of the girl's tripping, a kick to her shin as the redhead fell on her back, Vi's knee on her stomach.

Another punch landed on her nose, and Maddie really thought Vi would've stopped there.

But Violet? She was filled up with rage, remorse, grief, anger, her nerves so on edge she could've snapped any time and probably crawl back to Caitlyn's lap, crying.

The way she grabbed Maddie's cheeks with one hand and squeezed made her groan and cough up, her nose bleeding already.

It was quick, sudden, and after a second, Vi's face was inches away from Maddie's.

"I would've shot myself in the fucking mouth at any given command to even aim at the strands of hair out of her ponytail."

The comment made Maddie gasp in horror, her eyes swelling up with tears, her only resource now being the emotional pang of guilt.

"I did love her, I care about her, I was just-"

Before Maddie could finish the sentence, a pressure gripped at her throat, her eyes widening.

"Stop saying bullshit, stop fucking talking!"

The more Vi pressed on Maddie's throat, the more the girl's eyes widened, and it was useless her tapping on Vi's shoulder to loosen the grip.

Around them, a crowd of helpless spectators, because the Arcane Forbid anyone would mistakenly get into Vi's way.

"Violet!"

Caitlyn's voice echoed through the crowd; she had left her room. And damn, she looked like crap.

Now, Caitlyn hadn't exactly seen Vi beat up Maddie, but if she had to put two plus two with the way Vi had stormed out of the room, and her... aggressive way to handle feelings, it was an easy guess.

She took her time, slowly walking down the stairs, both of the women on the ground turning like deers in headlights.

"Would you let Maddie go, please?"

Caitlyn's voice was firm, but there was a hint of struggle in speaking, her hand covering the stitches on the hip stab Ambessa had given her just a couple days before.

Violet's grasp around Maddie's neck loosened.

"Maddie, that's your name, you useless piece of-"

"Violet!"

Grounded by the taller Piltovian, the shorter girl removed her hands and lifted them in surrender.

And that's when it hit her.

An attempt to escape, probably, but a kick arrived right at Violet's hip wound / ironic the symmetry in each other's wounds /, while she was turned to Caitlyn, making her bend on her stomach.

"Shit!"

She indeed finished her sentence, her hand coming to rest exactly on the wound.

Then, the shot.

Caitlyn's eye widened in terror; the tight embrace Maddie had pulled Vi in only needed to push the can of the gun up to the woman's waist.

And fire again.

The last thing Vi heard before fainting was Loris' voice, and a prayer for her to stay awake.

—

Opening her eyes again, the purple of Caitlyn's bed curtains helped her understanding where she was, a weight on her chest keeping her from sitting up.

She groaned, and from her chest the weight shifted, a soft hand sliding down from her shoulder to her sternum.

"You're awake"

The woman's voice making it through the room and filling that torturing silence. Vi's chest trembled, rising and falling in a slow pace.

"Loris got her before she could shoot again"

Caitlyn continued, her blue eye analyzing Violet's face features, waiting for her to say something.

"Did you actually need to go beat her up?"

"Yes,"

Violet's answer was weak, her eyes hadn't opened yet, but she could feel Caitlyn's judgement stare burn on her skin.

"I can feel you judging "

She whispered, a chuckle escaping the Kiramman's lips.

"I'm not happy with how you handled the thing. It wasn't necessary to beat her up, Violet."

"Oh don't 'Violet' me with that sweet mouth, cupcake."

She could feel Caitlyn's hand sliding up her cheek, caressing her jaw as she gently traced her skin with her thumb. The touch relaxed her, her hand coming to rest on her own stomach, the index flicking up to try to touch Caitlyn's arm.

They stayed silent for a while, basking in the sound of the other's breath, until finally Caitlyn spoke again.

"I don't want you to fight my battles. You could've gotten yourself killed."

Violet thought about her answer, about how true Caitlyn's words were; she opened her eyes enough to see her, blue hair falling on her shoulders, her closed eye scarred, the opened one swelling with tears.

"I only have you to fight for."

The girl whispered, and it was her turn to reach up and cup the taller's cheek.

"I only have us, left to hold onto."

Her words cut through scars Caitlyn didn't know she had, betraying her own silence with a sigh.

"I have to protect you, cupcake."

She whispered, the hand tugging slightly, her thumb tracing an imaginary vertical line from Caitlyn's nose tip to her chin. She had lost everything she ever gave value to in her own life. Her sister, her father, her friends, and part of her ability to feel anything except for rage.

"If I'm not here to love you, what am I here for?"

That line took Caitlyn by surprise, the weakness in Vi's half lidded eyes, stirring something inside of her.

"What did you just say?"

She asked softly, trying to understand if she had misheard.

Violet's bandaged hand stroked the back of her knuckles against her cheek, as she tried sit up, only succeeding into buckling her shoulders up.

Her eyes opened a little more, droplets of emotions streaming through her powder blue irises.

She remained silent, observing the sweet features in Caitlyn's face, the tenderness in the way she curved her eyebrows, and her eyes seemed as beautiful as always, even if one of them couldn't open anymore.

She traced with her index finger the bridge of her nose, slid it up to her eyebrow, and back to her cheekbone.

She'd spent hours analyzing the starry sky that Caitlyn was, but this was different. There was a different type of longing, a different type of worship in Vi's eyes.

Caitlyn stilled there, a little frown adorning her forehead as she felt the confusion rising for how sweetly Vi was handling her.

Not that Vi hadn't laid her hands softly on the Piltovian's untained skin before, but this? This was something she didn't think Vi could be capable of.

"I love you."

Easy like whispering her own name, Violet pronounced those words in the exact moment Caitlyn had opened her mouth to speak. The breath caught in her throat, she looked like she'd just been caught doing something bad.

"why are you looking at me like that?"

Violet dared to speak, only to find herself exhale under the weight of Caitlyn's lips.

She hadn't kissed her yet, not since both of them had had much more important things to do, such as surviving, and she was planning to, don't get her wrong.

Just not like this.

Not that she complained anyway.

She let Caitlyn lead her, the excitement of that kiss bringing her hand to firmly grip at the girl's hip, tugging at her top.

"You're unbelievable."

Caitlyn whispered as their lips parted, briefly, a chuckle escaping from Vi, that lifted her hand in surrender, her eyes widened as she suppressed her next words when Caitlyn kissed her again.

"You're lucky I love you too."

She breathed out, softly, her hand shifting to pat her cheek affectionately, just before leaning down in the position she was before Vi woke up.

"I can hear your heart beating."

She felt the pink haired Zaunite's hand through her hair, caressing her head gently, a chuckle making her chest wiggle, barely.

"Hmm, tell me when it stops."

[ Little post scriptum! I'm italian, first of all, so excuse me for any mistake. Second of all, I wrote it just for fun after seeing a tiktok and I hope you find it a little entertaining at least. :) No hate on anyone, spread love. <<3 ]