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What are you shooting for?

( Written in Caitlyn's POV. Wanted to try something different. Set between 1x08 / 1x09. Cait x Vi. )

My mother says I'm good at finding bad and making it stick like flypaper to me; I say: okay but at least no fly dies lonely and squashed under a cruel hand too impatient for their buzzing. How sickening. A small insignificant death. No one wants to listen. No one spares the unwanted things a second thought. Flies, I tell her, they've got 5 eyes, see things a different way. They're harmless.

I'm bitter; I'm the things she's buried inside of herself reborn and shining bright like teeth in front of her and she does not want to feel the bite.

My mother says, different is unnecessary, Caitlyn. You're just bored. Her voice is oddly thin, as though it'll snap like a bone crushed under the weight of the walls put up between the two of us. She does not look at me, I think; she does not see me, she looks right through me like I am paper thin, crinkled, and I don't say anything, I scoff her off, shut myself away into my bedroom and lock the door. Before I shut it, I catch a glimpse of my father, stood at the end of the hallway, his eyes like a hand on my shoulder, squeezing.

But I have seen the world through her eyes now, and it's no longer a cave and I the sheltered small thing inside of it, pretending that I am not afraid; I've come out, stepped into the mouth of the wolf laying in wait at its entrace; I've witnessed, I've testified, dove into its throat like a bullet, and I've got bite marks where its teeth sank into my body, where I've been gnawed at and spat out, chewed skin and shakiness. I've felt her fury in my blood, her grief in my throat, her hand in mine, a promise. Her hand in mine, my fingers on her cheek. Her body next to mine on my bed, a new world. Revelation. Our hands intertwined, a swallowed cry. Our heads plunged in a close, trembling darkness, the rushing sweetness of her warm breath, spilling like fire from her parted lips.

I get more tired in my bedroom now than out there where the world feels like a net cast over me and I only a fish, thrashing wildly on a dried up riverbed. There's so much that I don't know; I feel half blind, a hypocrite, a liar, and what do I know anyway. At dinner, I pick at my plate: smoked fish and honeyed plums, exquisitely dark, rich wine flowing; I hear my mother pour my father another glass. I listen to the clink of her black patent heels when she rises from the table to put on music, something lavishly melodious that sounds empty in my ears. I stab the fish with my fork and laugh. Sharklike, my teeth are gritted, make the bark of it sound stifled. I feel my father's eyes on me; I hear a high note in my head, a buzzing, and whisper to my thoughts: let’s pretend it's not my fault; I can fix this, I will fix it, I will find a way, I have to, must to, going to.

I wonder if she's thinking of me, too. I wonder if she's alone. I wonder if she feels the world close in on her like it has closed in on me too, as if time has dimmed, and color and sound are gone and made strange. Changed. Unrecognisable. Wine is not wine to me anymore, food tastes like murder in my mouth. She's got nothing and I've got everything and there are people dying down there, ugly loveless unwanted things; and here I am, in a glass palace, wine smouldering on my tongue. I feel like I'm going to be sick. I push my plate away and do not do my mother the favour to return her stare; her eyes are a rope around my neck but I do not yield under its pulling. I turn the music off.

I’ve been chewing my cuticles again. Short, small nails, sleek and perfect, painted a deep shade of dark blue. I stare at them obsessively, there's a chip in my right thumb, and I can't be bothered to paint over it. I sigh. I toss and turn, listen to the plashing patter of a dark, hard rain against my window.

—but I am better today; 17 hours without her and her absence is a bruise the colour of her mouth inside of me. I blink at the ceiling and suddenly I cannot breathe, the walls are swallowing me up, I'm suffocating. There is smoke inside my room, but nothing is burning. I close my eyes and it feels like Vi is slowly disappearing. My fingers curl into my palm, chasing the ghost of her hand in mine. I put my hand on the bedsheets where she's been and try to find her there, but she's gone, she's that space at the back of the mouth, where a tooth has been violently removed, but the memory of it still lingers. When I open my mouth, my voice feels sharper now, like a warning.

I am better... today I am better than yesterday. I only stare at the ceiling for three hours at a time. There's a fly on my door, a black, big ugly thing, buzzing incessantly and I slip out of my bed and open my window, hope it will fly away. I don’t remember the last time I cried.

My mother's laughter wakes me up. I rearrange the pillows on the bed with painstaking flawless concentration. I sit on the floor and stare at my map, put my finger over the little sketch of Stillwater Hold, trying to chase something I can hold onto, trying to fold the hours neat enough that I can find some sort of meaning, a sick desire to please, a sicker need to refix the world she's part of— make it right make something right. My mother's voice leaks through my door like kerosene, and I shut my eyes when I hear her call for me.

I found a family of spiders in my room last night. I stayed there and stared at it and brought each one outside. See. One by one.

We each stay alive.

I take a shower and think of her; the way the rain had kissed her skin, the back of her neck, dark and slick with rainwater, and suddenly in my mouth I feel the taste of fire again; I blink and bite into the flame on my tongue until I feel the blood gushing, thick and metallic between my teeth. I scoop up water in my palms and watch it run out. My thigh is throbbing, the water has gone cold and crimson with blood around my feet, and I don't know how long I've sat in it, I must have washed her all off, (her hand on my cheek, her blood on the back of my neck, her mouth her voice her desperation, her hand in mine; her hand in mine) and suddenly panic gathers in my throat and I pull away from the water like I've been scalded, I put my hand on my thigh where my wound has torn open and I turn off the tap.

I drip water all over the floor, my feet are cold and I can feel a sharp deep hunger in my stomach. The fly has not flied out the window; it's there on the bedpost, buzzing when I come out of the shower. I stare at it blindly. Lightning flashes in the mirror.

The fly stills its wings. Streaks of thunder shake the house. A deep dark silence fills the room, suddenly airless. The windows steam up and as I move to stand at my mirror, I inhale, feel the salt in the air, a familiar desperation. My bedroom smells like a storm.

When I look up a part of hers greets me in the shadows.

The world suddenly stops spinning.

#Huhhhhh..#vi x caitlyn #Caitvi #vi arcane #caitlyn arcane #Jinx be like Surprise Sad Bitch it's me! Your lovers sister!!#Idk what this is but take it anyway!!!!#arcane #caitlyn kiramman #idk what else to tag it :*#oil and water. wasn't meant to be ; vi x caitlyn #piltover's finest #wrote it third person then rewrote it first person. idk why??? Should I post both??#arcane*#writing tag.

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jinx-on-mars-19xx · 6 days

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I'm the Voice Inside Your Head

🩸Previous Parts Here 🩸

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats), alpha serial killer/hitman Dom, omega mob boss Kells, guns, swearing, alpha posturing, light stalking, mentions of human trafficking, threats, mob bossing, threats, Dom being a shit, anxious needy boys, mentions of murder, allusions to past abuse, the very wrong person using the word 'daddy', mask slipping, Dom being claimy, charming Dom, Kells being demanding, enemies to lovers💣 Rating: mature

All ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

Colson was having a hell of a week and it was only Monday. It had been two days since that Alpha bastard had broken into his home and everything just kept getting worse. He was positive he had a fever that could cook a fucking steak on his abs and he was constantly incredibly aware of the pad between his thighs. Every move made it stick to his skin and it felt disgusting. His mother had left the box in his bathroom after sitting with him until he fell into a fitful sleep. In fact she'd left him a kit of sorts without a word and he couldn't thank her enough. Not that he could bring himself to aloud, that would be too much attention on something that certainly wasn't happening. He hadn't even left his bed for the first day but the second he had been forced to. Life went on no matter how ill he felt.

The night before had been a fucking trip. He'd had to check in on one of his clubs and while he was getting a drink at the bar and one of his dancers was chatting him up he could have sworn he saw the Alpha watching him. But when he looked again there was no one there. He kept thinking he saw the killer everywhere he went and Dom always looked grumpy as hell. It was a weird hallucination if that's what was going on- a pouting Alpha psycho. Maybe Kells was broken. Maybe this was the dick’s long game, break him down and make him crazy too. A fucked up cat and mouse game.

He felt so miserable he just wanted to crawl back in bed but he had a job to do. He'd almost rescheduled the meeting he was sitting in but there was too much riding on it. He knew there was a new group of omegas being shipped to LA to be sold and they needed a game plan and a triple check on if they had enough liquid cash. He was glad his mother and his number two were in attendance because he damn well knew he wasn't paying close enough attention. His fingers were drumming on the wooden conference table and his knee was bouncing a mile a minute. It made the cotton squish between his thighs but he couldn't help it. Fuck he hated slick. Why the hell wouldn't his body stop?

Dom leaned back against the concrete wall behind him until he felt the shade of the building fall over him. His stomach was in knots and he felt warm all over but he tried to write that off to the LA heat. He was trying to be inconspicuous but he knew he stood out. Black slacks, ripped tee, platform creepers, and pink socks weren't too strange for the town but he was an Alpha and he knew the energy was rolling off him in waves no matter how hard he tried to swallow it. His mark had disappeared inside the building not an hour before and while that wasn't long, he couldn't find the twat through any of the windows. He knew the building was partially underground and that thought made him twitch. Underground was where bodies went. Not people.

He was trying to ignore the ache in his balls and the itch under his skin but it only settled a little when he had his eyes on the man. Every morning he told himself he wouldn't follow him again and yet the moment he stepped out of his flat there was only one place he could go. Or more honestly- to one person. His foot was tapping a rapid beat on the ground and his body was stiff even when he tried to breathe and relax. ADHD was bad enough but whatever he was going through was actual hell. Tom had been alluding to something before he left that day but he flat out refused to listen and ended up storming out. He hated being mean to his best friend, especially when the photographer wasn't feeling well- making him cry was the worst, but he couldn't seem to help it. Of course he'd texted him a few minutes later to apologize but he still couldn't listen. He wasn't the kind of Alpha who was controlled by ruts.

He wouldn't deny he had them, every few months he noticed his urges get worse and his aggression rise but those times were easy to handle. A quick wank or two and an extra kill normally got him through it. He never even popped a knot so it wasn't a big deal normally but what he felt was nothing like that. He would not be bossed around by his cock. His father always told him that Alphas couldn't stop themselves during ruts and he'd been proving the bastard wrong since before he put him down. All he could think about was the giant omega and how wet he had smelled in the shower. He hadn't craved a cunt in his life, not even at thirteen when his father bought him a girl for a night and made him- no. He didn't crave sex let alone a tight wet pussy like he knew the Machine Gun would have. Fuck.

“Boss?” Colson was startled out of his misery by his second in command's gentle voice and he forced his focus back to the meeting.

“Yeah?” Col’s voice broke and he cleared his throat before trying again. “Fuck. What?” He snapped. Everyone was looking at him funny. He could feel it.

“I think we got it. You good?” Mod asked and there was genuine concern in his voice. The damn beta didn't fit in the family of sorts any better than he did but that was the beauty of his late adoptive dad. The man had collected strays of all kind and set up the weirdest crime family around. “You gonna be good to go this weekend? If we don't have an Alpha with us they won't let us buy.”

“I can go.” Megan purred a little too fast as her perfectly manicured hand rested over his. “If you're sick I can take this one. You know I've got your back Daddy.” He tried not to twitch at the nickname or pull away from her touch. They were normally close as hell but his instincts were haywire with his senses back and under all her expensive perfume she smelled so fucking rank. He knew it was her pheromones but it was messing him up hard. He thought about asking yet again that she not call him that but to keep his cover he knew he had to leave it alone. She thought he was a fellow Alpha and the new ‘father’ of the group. It wasn't a sex thing. There was just something about her that set off his inner alarm.

He forced his lip to curl in a smile as he pulled his hand free and faked a stretch. Shit he needed soap and a brillo pad to get her scent off his skin. Or maybe bleach. “I'm good, thanks though. Just a cold or some shit. You're all too soft. If any of you show up to my home with soup you're fucking fired. And you know with me that shit doesn't mean your job.” He teased, making a gun with his fingers and play shooting Mod- he knew the beta would be the first to try and ‘help’. He didn't need help. He needed… He knew exactly what he needed but he didn't want to admit it. Every second that ticked by while he felt so shitty was bringing him closer to admitting it though and he kept glancing at his phone.

“You really don't look so good. Maybe you should sit this one out? One whiff of weakness and they'll-” Megan didn't get to finish her statement before Kells slapped the table hard enough to make it shake.

“Who the fuck said anyone here was weak?” The faux-Alpha demanded, staring at the real one of the group. It wasn't always a pissing contest with her but there had always been moments. They went through their teen years together and they'd playfully butted heads as they rose in the ranks. At one point people thought she might take over but Kells was the old boss’s right hand. Col wasn't a fan of yelling at girls but he had to treat an Alpha like an Alpha.

Her gaze dropped to the table as he sat back and pushed his glasses higher on his nose. He could feel another wave of torture heating in his veins, probably brought on by her pushing his limits, and he didn't want his eyes flashing gold where they could see. It had always been the one thing he couldn't control with blockers so the sunglasses were a must. Thankfully everyone just thought it was a fashion statement. He watched her purple tinted face go through a range of emotions. He thought for a moment she might fight but finally she sighed. “No one. Sorry.”

“Good. That's that.” He huffed as he felt a bead of sweat tickle down his forehead and a rush of slick escape his core. When he started feeling his pulse between his thighs something inside him snapped. He ignored everyone as they sat quietly and he picked up his phone. With a shaking thumb he typed fast and pressed send even quicker. If he thought too much about it he'd lose resolve and he couldn't take it anymore.

C: Where are you?

D: Who the fuck is this?

C: Fuck you

D: Oh.

Kells took a deep breath and worried for a moment he'd failed before he even tried. He didn't need the asshole to like him, just to come when he called and the original text had promised Dom would. When his phone went off again he almost moaned in relief.

D: Ello Mr. Gun

C: Should I say it again or can you just reread my last message?

D: Not very polite. You texted me.

Dom felt something akin to the excitement right before a kill. If he was anyone else he might think it was butterflies but he knew better. He was going to have a word with Tom about giving out his number to strangers though. Even omegas with gorgeous blue eyes. Especially those.

C: I need you

It was three simple words but it was the hardest thing he'd ever typed. It felt almost impossible but he hoped if he was a little honest they could get this over with fast with a simple understanding. It wouldn't even be friends with benefits- just one quick fuck and he'd be back to his old self. That's all that he needed, right? A hormonal reset. Then his blockers would work again. Right? When nothing popped up in the text box he started to worry he'd gone truly insane. Had he really just asked a serial killer for- well… He hadn't yet asked for anything really.

There was a hard knock on the door and they all jumped, no one was supposed to be able to get past his security. Colson dropped his phone as the screen went black and instead reached for the gun in his holster. Mod looked at him and he gave a nod but before the beta could stand up the heavy wooden door crashed open and bounced off the wall, the lock so broken part of it fell to the floor.

Dom arched a brow behind his dark glasses as five guns turned to point at his head. He didn't care about anyone else though, his gaze found The Machine Gun and locked on. He cocked his hip against the doorframe and crossed his arms, a small smirk curling his plush lips. “Fhought I were expected.” He teased. Guns didn't scare him, they just pissed him off. They were basically the metal equivalent of a knot. A power play for someone without any, a toy that went boom.

Kells sighed something deep and long suffering and he hadn't even known the fuck a week. “Should I even ask how?”

“Wha' ya mean? You told me to come.”

“I legit just asked.”

“And?” Dom shrugged playfully. A cat who got the cream.

“I didn't tell you where I was.” The omega said flatly.

“I were nearby?” He didn't even try to lie. Why would he?

“And my guys?”

“Alive. Ish. I fink. You need better security.” That accent dripped with filth and dark promise and a simpleness as if they were chatting about the weather.

“You need to stop being such a creepy psycho bi-”

“You must be Dom!” Before Kells could finish his insult the lightbulb went on over his mother's head. The omega clenched his teeth as the Alpha grinned like a golden retriever and stepped closer, fully ignoring the weapons in the room. He held out his hand to her and Colson got a good look at the wound he left. It was already somehow healed and barely pink. It did something to his insides to see it. What the fuck?

His badass sweetheart of a mom slipped her Browning 9mm back in her holster as she stood and offered her hand back. Colson couldn't believe his eyes, he had just been trying for a quick fuck and his mom was acting like it was a first date. “Fuck my life.”

Dominic caught the soft whisper from the other man but he ignored it in favor of the pretty woman in front of him. By the color of her eyes and the shape of her mouth he knew who he was addressing. “Mrs. Baker I presume? Me name's Dominic ‘Arrison. Dom. ‘Ello.” He gave her his best smile even though all his instincts were screaming to throw everyone out and fuck his omega silly but he wasn't that kind of Alpha and he would prove it.

“Oh fuck that. Absolutely not. You can call me Collette.” Her touch lingered as if she were testing him or her son. He wasn't sure but he liked something about her instantly.

“You have got to be shitting me.” Kells almost whined from the head of the table before he cleared his throat and put his gun away.

“Collette, Colson. I like it.” Dom grinned wider, pulling back and slipping his hands in his pockets. There was still a gun pointed at him but only one. The female Alpha was glaring between him and Cols.

“Megs, put it the fuck away. Everyone out alright? We're done here.” The boss growled and the sound sent a shiver down Dom’s spine.

“Who the hell is this? Why are you just letting this go? He just said he hurt our guards!” She huffed and completely ignored his command. It was not the day to fuck with him.

“Well at least we know they suck. We'll get better ones. Now I said, put your fucking piece away before I put it away for you and get the hell out! I'm getting tired of repeating myself.” He kept his voice level but his annoyance was evident. It seemed like an extra Alpha really ruffled her feathers.

“Fine. Call me if you need me to step in Daddy.” She barely controlled her own tone but as always it was a sultry purr. She stood slowly and put away her gun before she kissed Colson's cheek and headed for the door.

Dom stepped in her way for a moment, there was so much about her already that rubbed him the wrong way but he kept his smile on his face. He just didn't move to let her out.

Colson watched as the two Alphas stared at each other and as Dom slid his glasses into his wild dark hair he got a glimpse of the monster inside. Jade eyes flashed red and the kind smile morphed into something… new. Different. Feral for lack of a better word. For just a moment the omega knew he was seeing the real Dom and he was pissed at himself when he felt hotter. Psycho could not be his type. Fuck. His hind brain whispered that the Alpha was protecting him and the front of his mind said to pull out his gun again. He didn't have to though because Dom stepped aside and his mask slid back in place. He even gave a little wave to the rest of Col’s people.

“Pleasure to meet yas.” The Alpha smoothed over the moment with a little bow in Collette’s direction. He hadn't meant to test the bint- Megan, but something about her rankled him. If anything his instincts were on higher alert than normal but he hadn't meant to make it appear like he didn’t respect the boss’s control. He hadn't meant to have a pissing contest and possibly anger the man who needed him. He was needed. How strange.

Colson watched as everyone filed out with a few wary look backs at the Alpha which Dom barely seemed to notice. The weirdo seemed hyper focused on him and he knew it was the scent. He was just thankful his people thought him so much a cocksure Alpha they assumed he banged a chick before the meeting, not that he was the bitch. After his mom attempted to shut the door behind her he was left alone with the hitman again. There was a lump in his throat he couldn't swallow and a pulse in his cunt that made him desperate for release.

“So ya need me? Wha’ for?” Dominic asked and he tried so hard not to step closer but Colson's scent was so strong he could taste it on his tongue.

Kells shook as he stood up and tried to stay blasé and gruff. If he treated it like no big deal it wouldn't be one. Right? A quick fuck between devils. A helping hand. He tugged his suit jacket off and laid it on the chair but even as he spoke he couldn't make eye contact. “I don't know how the fuck you poisoned me to make my blockers stop working but you need to fix this shit right now.”

Dom arched a brow as he walked around the table and stood next to the trembling man. Kells was a mess to match himself, drenched in sweat and doused in cologne. He was shuddering so hard the guy's teeth were chattering and all Dom wanted was to help. Helping was okay, Col asked for him and he always helped an omega in need. “Fix wha’? I didn't bloody poison you. Ya know you bit me right? Never mind. Wha’ can I do to ‘elp?”

The growl that rumbled in Colson's chest was ruined by the whine of his voice. Did he need someone killed? Did he need something moved? All manner of questions rushed through Dom’s mind and all of them he knew he'd answer yes to. Anything he could do for the omega. “I need you to drop your fucking pants and bend me over this table. You started this shit and you're going to finish it.” Except that. Fuck.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 if anyone else wants tagged let me know 🖤

So I accidentally added Megan as a rival Alpha for funsies. You know that's gonna get some stress (she causes) out at some point 😉 Will there be sex next chapter? Perhaps. Will they still be idiots ignoring everything? Probably yes. I hope you enjoyed it! 🔪🖤

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