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Arcane characters as love stereotypes.
ft. vi, jinx, caitlyn, viktor, jayce, vander, silco, sevika, cassandra, ekko
WARNINGS: bad grammar, mentions of nsfw
CONTAINS: fluff
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A/N: I put different song to each character.
Jinx - teenage love
She wants to be with you all the time. She is blindly in love. And she loves spending time with you. She likes to show you new weapons she made or what she draw. One day she asked you if she can draw you. Now the picture is over your bed.
She likes movie nights. She build pillow bunkers and she made popcorn. Which is little burnt. She often made little handmade gifts for you. Little surprises like picnic or favourite food/drinks. Being biggest cheerleader for each other.
You Stupid Bitch - girl in red
Sevika - rough love
Overprotective. Hickeys all over you. Teasing each other. When she's at bar and she sees you she always give you a small smile or smirk. After that she pull you into her lap. Passionate and dominant kisses. Seldom happens that you two can lay in bed and cuddle all day.
But when that day comes, you both are happier than ever. Most of you cuddle sessions becomes make out sessions. She likes when you lay on her chest or when you lay your head on her lap, so she can watch your cute face. She thinks you're a cutie, even though she seems tough she have her soft side. But that side is just for you.
I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE - Måneskin
Silco - enemies to lovers
God how much he hated you at the first time. You were a shimmer dealer which makes you very important. Silco though that he's gonna send Sevika to kill you but than he realized that would be wrong. He had two reasons why he didn't kill you. First - he don't know how to make that good shimmer as you ( Singed's shimmer was nothing compared to yours). Second he start catching feelings.
After a while he decided to get to know more about you. That was the best thing he did in his life. When you two started dating you become the most powerful couple in Zaun. No one dare to even look the same way as you. Because they know, Silco would kill them if they did.
R U Mine? - Arctic Monkeys
Vi - soulmates
Protective as well. Know everything about each other. Workouts together. You two just meant to be. Hugs from behind while kissing your neck. Cuddles are very important in this relationship because Vi is touch starved. Having sex on public toilets.
She will tattoo your name on her arm. She will let you paint her nails. Also what she appreciates is that you care about her. You bandage her wounds, make her food, give her bed where she can sleep with you ofc, make her feel love. Her favourite part of the day is morning. She wakes up before you and just hold you close in her arms, kissing your face and admiring you.
All I Wanted - Paramore
Ekko - any universe love
Helping each other with everything. He would never let anything happened to you in any way. Jealous af. He hates when he sees older mens/womans who is trying to flirt with you. And he always gonna remind them that you are taken. Lots of PDA.
Watching horror or action movies together. Cooking together. His favourite activity with you is dancing around the kitchen. He loves when you braid his hair. Race on hoverboards. It's always 50/50. Both of you are very fast so it's always exciting who will win.
You Belong With Me - Taylor Swift
Caitlyn - best friend to lovers
You and Cait were childhood friends. And Caitlyn always had a big fat crush on you. You were pure perfection in her eyes. But she was shy and nervous if you feel the same way. She was always scared if you're into womans. But her feelings were that strong that she couldn't hold them anymore.
When you two started dating she couldn't believe it. She knows how lucky she is to have you, so she want to make you feel special. She spoils you a lot. Solving problems together. Always have each others back. Shower together. Supporting each other all the time. Doing skin care routine together. You make her smile every.single.day.
girls - girl in red
Viktor - ancient love
Taking care of him. Listening him mumbling about hextech. Help him with hextech. Even if you don't know much about it, your presence is enough for him. Common baths, which he loves the most. Rescue him that he is enough for you and that you don't want anyone else.
When you play with his hair he immediately relax. He believe you're a witch or something because you have magic touch. Bringing him lunch in his laboratory. Holding your hand 24/7. He loves when you kiss his forehead. He loves you so so much.
Like Real People Do - Hozier
Jayce - rich love
He makes you feel like a princess. Buys you everything that catches your eyes. Kissing your cheeks. Having sex at Grand Council Chamber (i'm sorry i forgot how they call it). He loves laying on your chest and he doesn't care if you have small or big tits. For him they're perfect. You are perfect for him.
Cinderella and prince Charming couple. Trying cook together. Give him massages to relax after tough day. Helping him with hextech as well. Reading him your favourite books.
Electric Love - BØRNS
Cassandra Kiramman - secret love
She knows that she is a married woman but she can't help herself. You are perfect and she wants to remind that to you every single day. When she's in public and she can't speak to you she inconspicuously give you little note. - I love you Y/N ♡ - Meet me at the toilets in 10♡ - You look beautiful today ♡ These kind of notes.
She always make sure that she have some time for you. She never cuddle in her time so when you come with that idea of cuddling she was little nervous. But when you snuggled into her neck and start giving her soft kisses on her neck. She melt under you. She is a dominant woman so she is a big spoon. But when she's angry on someone, kiss her forehead and play with her hair. It always calm her down.
Line Without a Hook - Ricky Montgomery
Vander - old love
He writes you love letters. And he brings you flowers everyday. Helping him cleaning at bar and take care of his kids. He likes reading you books while he's playing with your hair. Loves to hold you on his chest. Dancing on old songs together with Vi, Powder, Mylo and Claggor. Cooking together.
He will protect you no matter what. Teaching you how to protect yourself if you don't know how. Kissing you forehead, hand and head. Bone breaking hugs. Lots of jokes and warm smiles. You are his trophy so he shows you off a lot. Silco is jealous that Vander have such a beautiful woman as you.
Young And Beautiful - Lana Del Rey
I hope you like it guys! ♡
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Before the first season of Arcane premiered Riot released this interactive visual novel for the Riot x Arcane event. The setting was a hybrid of LoL and Arcane's universe, Piltover literally on top of Zaun, Cait is the Sheriff, but characters like Silco exist. The whole premise for the story is that Jinx stole some hextech and tapped into the Arcane oand opened a rift between worlds.
That's a lot. Personally I enjoyed this more to just see some characters out in the wild. Silco gets to be his charming self to you, the self-insert reader that's trying to find the culprit of the heist, which he knows was his kid.
Here's Jayce hating on Silco for something Jinx did.
This came out before the show did, so it's interesting to see how the game wants us perceive the characters' dynamics before we get further depth from the show. Most of it's related to Jinx because she makes herself the center of controversy.
For characters like Vi, who's already an enforcer that works directly under Sheriff Caitlyn in this world, she's clearly over Jinx's actions and wants to squash any further escalations.
Sevika is just as harsh and plainly sick of Jinx. I do find it interesting that the novel makes it clear tha Sevika believes that Jinx deserves some kind of punishment, though Jinx did endanger them all by ripping realities into eachother.
The only sympathetic voice outside of Silco in this story comes from Viktor, who after finding out Jinx was responsible for the Rift between realities asks you to remember that she's a real person that lived a life just like him. He goes so far as to contemplate another way to solve the situation and avoid a confrontation that may end with terrible consequences. (It's wild because the show then dedicates a whole scene to him defusing one of her bombs).
My favorite part is near the end where Silco tries to stop Jinx from harnessing anymore Arcane energy because it threatens to upend their reality.
I WISH they got to talk like this to eachother in the show, but so much was happening already. Even better Jinx gets the last words in and it justlays out what's ALWAYS been there.
This scene helped me understand that Jinx was always going to fire her rocket at the council, because she and Silco have both always been motivated to by power. They both know what it's like to be perceived as "weak" and they way it destroyed their lives respectively. It's kind of the reverse of what Mel and Ambessa have going on, you've got the diplomatic intrigue parent and the militarily minded daughter who wants to go further and absolutely will when you're not looking. And that's always been the thing with Jinx, if you give her any form of power, either a gun, a grenade, a rocket, or even magic she will take it and she will use it.
Right after this confrontation you have to defeat Jinx with the Power of Friednship or something (it's been a while). But even as put an end to the near calamity Jinx created there's at least one voice before it ends affirming Jinx's personhood.
It's weird honestly, Jinx didn't turn into vapor or anything, the story's pretty vague about what happens as you try to defeat her.
Well the novel's good when it's good anyway.
#arcane#jinx arcane#silco#viktor arcane#vi arcane#sevika#jayce talis#I'll be real the visual novel isn't that great and you should use more for character flavor rather than anything concrete#i personally believe if jinx find another way to steal magic he would support her reality rippong wizardy#it's good parenting#heimerdinger#riotxarcane#not even sure if anyone from the show was consulted officially but it does include silco#oh and in this au everyone knows who jinx is apparently#silco and jinx#in this universe everyone is aware of jinx's reputation so it's nice to see there's still two people arguing for her#that last conversation really makes me think about how much silco sees his younger self in jinx
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could you write a jealous!jinx x fem!reader (arcane) oneshot or headcannon plss?? pls remember to take care of yourself! thank you <3333
hello !! yes, ofc i can <33 take care of yourself too, remember to eat and drink !!
i did add a couple more of the female characters for this since i chose to do headcanons.
PAIRINGS :: vi, jinx, and caitlyn x fem reader WARNINGS :: none, just women being jealous
VI
— vi would be someone who got jealous easily, but would struggle to tell you.
— she would see somebody flirting with you and on the inside she would be planning on fighting them, but the only thing you would see was her cold expression.
— if you saw her at all.
— her fists would clench as she stared at whoever was flirting at you, her nose scrunching up slightly as she wished she could just push that person away from you.
— she probably would tbh.
— she wouldn’t tell you she’s jealous though. she would just start a fight with them and not tell you why.
— she’d be so protective tho.
— “vi, why the hell would you fight them?”
— “they did something bad, cupcake.”
— basically that’s all she would say.
JINX
— jinx would definitely get jealous and she would definitely tell, or show you.
— murder is the only thing on her mind when she saw how the person placed a hand on your shoulder as they spoke to you.
— she’d probably use her gun to get rid of them, but to be honest, i feel like she would do WAY worse than that.
— she would test her bombs on them.
— after getting rid of them, she would be so clingy. like she wouldn’t want to let you go.
— “hey, uh, you’re not going to leave me, are you?”
— you would have to constantly reassure her about that, especially if she was jealous.
— she wouldn’t let you go.
— she’d just keep hugging you. and she’d probably go with you if you went out again.
— she just doesn’t want to lose you <3
CAITLYN
— to be honest, i don’t think she would get jealous often.
— she trusts you a lot, and she knows that you would never betray her.
— however, on the rare occasion she does get jealous, she would probably just ignore you.
— she would give you the silent treatment until you asked her to talk about why she was ignoring you.
— she would be calm with her argument, if you got into an argument.
— “i’ll never leave you, cait. you know that.”
— “did you see the way they looked at you, darling? i know that you won’t leave me, but i don’t want you to get dragged into their business.”
— she would be the mature one of the conversation.
— tbh you probably both would be.
— if it was someone she worked with that she didn’t like that had flirted with you, she would probably make a snarky comment but i don’t think she would do anything bad to them.
— probably just is rude to them for a bit.
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Hey how are you? your headcanons for caitvi with a short girlfriend was pretty cute could you maybe make one for them having a tall girlfriend as well? 🥰
Hi hi Anon! I'm great, thank you for asking! I'm more than happy to do this for you. Enjoy!
Skyscraper | CaitVi Headcanons
╰┈➤ PLOT: Headcanons of CaitVi with a taller partner!
╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Cursing, Not Proofread
⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ
– Now, Caitlyn and Vi are tall girls. Vi stands at a good 5'9 and Cait 6', so, they're used to being the tall girls in whatever mix they're in.
– However, once they met you, their hearts skipped a few beats.
– Vi was used to looking up with Cait so it wasn't too offputting or out of the usual with you, but Cait?!
– Caitlyn will do anything you tell or ask her to simply because you're tall.
– No one:
Caitlyn when an attractive tall sapphic looks her way: Marry me please 🧎♀️🧎♀️🧎♀️
– In the crush stage, Caitlyn would shower you with gifts like clothes made for taller folks, your favorite pairs of shoes in your exact size, and she'll purposely take you to places that cater towards tall people.
– Being a 6' woman herself, she knows how challenging it can be to navigate the world, so when you guys get together, she heightens the door frames and buys mattresses that support your height.
– Vi in the crush stage is more like a brat.
– She could shower you with gifts and compliment you sure, but she takes pleasure in seeing you crumble even though you tower over her.
– If you're more comfortable with touch, Vi will purposely brush her ass against you when she's trying to get past you.
– She'll hold her arms out to the side while she shimmies past the front of you, looks up at you with a slight smirk, and when she knows she's at that certain spot, she'll push back a little to see you stumble.
– Stumble you do, almost every time, and it makes her laugh.
– When the three of you get together, you and Caitlyn often exchange cute habits of Vi or cute things she's done that day.
– Naturally, towering over Vi lessened her scary-dog-ness and amplified her cuteness.
– "awh, are you pouting?" "oh, look at you with your puppy dog eyes."
"what the hell? I'm not pouting. Stop that!"
– It's harmless teasing, as most teases are, so Vi enjoys it more than she's willing to admit.
– Anyways, back to the topic at hand, you and Cait sit on the couch after a long day or maybe early morning on the weekend and you converse about Vi.
– As stated above, you mention the cuter things she's done and the cute habits of hers. (your favorite is when she purses her lips to the side and chews on her bottom lip. Caitlyn's favorite is when her eyes get wide and sparkly when she sees something she enjoys).
– When it comes to cuddles in bed, you and Cait LOVE to have Vi in the middle so you can squeeze and squish her.
– She'll groan and whine about it, but she actually loves being smothered by you two.
– Vi's usually the one to fall asleep last, but when you put her in the middle of a tall person sandwich, she's out like a light.
– Also, random ass headcanon, but if you're taller than Caitlyn as well, you often find yourself cleaning the tallest areas of the house.
– For example, if you have overhead cabinets that don't reach the ceiling, you're in charge of dusting them. Oh! And in charge of cleaning the top of the fridge.
– Caitlyn and Vi do not care if you're taller than the beanstalk Jack climbed, you will be sitting on their laps and yes, you will be getting the baby treatment.
– On their own, baby treatment towards you looks different.
– Caitlyn's definition is easing your load. So if that's cooking all your meals for the day, crafting your favorite beverage, or even but not limited to opening doors for you and calling you old-fashioned nicknames.
– As for Vi, babying you looks like pinching your cheeks, smothering you with kisses, tickling your sides, and treating you as if you're a hopeless toddler. If you try to nap on her watch, she will make sure she tucks you in tight and kisses your forehead goodnight.
– Now, the both of them babying you looks like an overwhelming amount of compliments, both of them agreeing you should be relaxing in the bath while they do the dishes, and even picking out your favorites so you have a day of joy. Especially when they know they're not going to be home all day.
– Caitlyn and Vi are hopelessly in love with you and your height, tall or short, will never change that fact <3
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Number 16 with the arcane characters, please. I apologize for sending that last one that had all of those in it, when I should have only sent one at a time. Again, my apologies.
Hello Anon! I have just finished it and here ya go! Hope you enjoy it!
LOVINGLY THROWING YOUR ARCANE S/O OVER YOUR SHOULDER
VI
You both were arguing about how much she comes back home scruffed up
It always was yelling matches, she got loud very quickly as you just tried to get your point across
She was adamant she won and always said 'you should see the other guy'
Quite annoying
And then the next part was she would storm out
Going to go get air as you waited for her to come back or go to sleep to talk about it in the morning
But that wasn't the case this time
"Oh my god," Vi groaned, running her hand down her face as you sighed. You then saw her begin to walk towards the door, you assumed to grab her jacket. "What the hell now?" You asked, tired of it all and quite frankly annoyed.
"Leaving. I'll be back." She stated, brushing past you. She would always say she would be back, just for you and herself to know she wasn't gonna stay gone.
"You can't run away." You scoffed, the woman staying silent as she grabbed her jacket and put it on. That's when you walked towards her.
Once she set her hand on the door handle she felt you grab her arm and turn her towards you. "What-" she was cut off by you throwing her over your shoulder.
"W-what the?! Oh." She said, falling silent as you tossed her on the couch. "No, enough with the fucking leaving."
She stared at you, her eyes wide with an unfamiliar facial expression. "Why are you looking at me like that?" You asked, your anger slowly leaving as you looked back at her confused.
"I didn't know you were that strong…" she trailed off quietly, this whole time was a lie?! You're strong as hell but you let her carry your stuff when merely walking around?!
She then started laughing. "Damn babe!" She smiled, you began to laugh along with her.
"Why didn't you tell me?! Last week you made me carry Jericho's takeout!"
"That's because I didn't want to."
"I love you so goddamn much."
CAITLYN
You were arguing about how she wanted to prove herself so much and with the case she was investigating
You thought it was dangerous as she merely brushed it off
She was so sure she just needed to crack the case and she would be respected amongst her coworkers
Or how you put it "The asshole squad"
You didn't get how she wanted to be respected amongst those group of assholes
Who barely even held their jobs
And with the case she got so deep into it
Losing sleep and not wanting much to do with anything else
And you were so tired
"Seriously Cait, why?" You asked, sitting up from the bed and looking at her as she connected a red string across the pictures on the ground.
"I just need a few more minutes, love." She didn't look up at you, standing up as she looked over the whole map again for what seemed like the millionth time.
"We have stuff to do tomorrow, you're gonna be tired." You state as she didn't answer, you snuck a glance at the digital clock on the bedside table.
2:13 AM, it read. You groaned before standing out of the bed, walking over to her and standing beside her. That was when she finally looked at you, only for a moment though before you threw her over your shoulder.
She yelped, startled and slightly scared you would drop you. "What are you doing?" She asked. "Going to sleep." You answered, with your back to the bed as you dropped her off your shoulders.
You turned around. "I didn't know you were strong enough to hold me. Much less on your shoulders." She said, utterly confused as you yawned.
"Pay attention next time. Sleepy time." You waved her off, climbing under the blanket and pulling her down with you. She laughed, shaking her head at you before settling into the bed.
She was for sure going to know have to find a way to stop you from picking her up now…probably gonna use it against her if she doesn't.
JINX
She wanted to use her bombs and blow up a girl who flirted with you at the last drop
She had left for a few minutes and when she came back and saw the girl who would not take a hint
She said blowing her up was the only way
But you didn't want that, you were sorta against her blowing up people
Y'know she wouldn't hurt you, but you were against her hurting others for small inconvenience
You dealt with it, got the girl to go away as Jinx glared at her over your shoulder
But she said it wasn't enough
That she would "Come back"
You knew why she didn't want to worry about her, you got it but you wouldnt let it happen
But she was so adamant on it
You had no choice
But could you blame yourself?!
The girl has a very…short fuse and she simply had a new bomb to test out
"I'm gonna go! You can't stop me!" She yelled, getting her bombs as you sighed.
"You can't use bombs as an answer all the time." You reminded, the girl waving you off over her shoulder as she smiled when she pulled out a new bomb she had been working on.
"Liar! And this is a perfect opportunity to test out John-John!" She laughed, her bag with her bombs thrown over her shoulder as she went to skip past you.
You had to think quickly, so you grabbed the bag over her shoulder. "Hey!" She said, looking at you before you threw her over your shoulder.
"Nope. Not today, not ever." You said, bag in your hand as you supported her with your other and walked back to her desk. "Ooh! I didn't know you were strong!" She giggled, poking your arm as she kicked her feet.
"You're light anyways," you shrugged, dropping the bag and taking her off your shoulders. You held her in your arms as she acted as if this was a sort of carnival game and kept laughing.
You then put her on her small work chair. "Enough with the bombs. You're gonna need to find a new solution one day." You looked down at her, the girl tilting her head back as she groaned.
"But the other options are so boring!"
"Fine, then at least not for the girl at the bar." She thought about it for a moment, humming as she slumped over her desk. She then smirked, looking up at you.
"Fineee," she dragged out the word, you sighing before looking down at her as she held her arm up. "Only if you carry me!"
You laughed, shaking your head before tossing her back over your shoulder as she squealed with delightment.
From that day on she always made you carry her, she didn't care how as long as her feet were off the ground.
EKKO
You had a small disagreement about you going on a firelight mission
The last one went south and as you had to help another firelight a beam from above you
You were fine, except for small cuts and narrowly avoiding the beam
But Ekko was terrified
He realized in that moment that if the beam had fallen on you, he would've lost you
So he said you should sit this one out
But you didn't want to
You were tired of sitting around and wanted to help
But he couldn't bring himself to put you in danger after the beam
"I'll be fine, Ekko." You state, the boy shaking his head as you collected your mask. "You have to sit this one out. At Least just for a little while." He argued, turning back to him.
"Your idea of sitting out is atleast a couple weeks. I'm not doing that." You shook your head, the boy sighing.
"You can't go, Y/n. That's final." He stated, standing in front of the door as you slowly turned to him.
"That's final? That's funny." You laughed, Ekko deflating. He never did win arguments with you. "Okay, move. We gotta head out soon." You said, walking to the door but stopping as he didn't move.
"Come on, Ekko." You groaned. "No, you have to stay, Y/n." You looked at him with a raised eye brow before sighing. You didn't want it to come to this. Ekko looked at you confused before you swiftly tossed him over your shoulder and began walking to the bed.
"Hey! Put me down!" He said, you granting his wish as you dropped him on the bed and quickly headed towards the door. As you walked out he sat on the bed for a minute, thinking about what just happened.
Have you been that strong this whole time? Without him knowing? Uh…what?!
He quickly stood off the bed, grabbing his mask on the way out as he ran after you.
"Hey?! What the hell was that?" He asked, catching up to you as you looked up at him confused. "What was what?" You asked, stopping your walk as he looked between you and the room you both just came out of.
When you put it together you laughed, patting his cheek before throwing down your hoverboard and stepping on it, guiding it to take you down the tree.
He stood there frozen for a moment, thinking if he liked it or not. Because in a way he did, but how the hell did he not how about how strong you were?! You certainly didn't look strong like that!
He stood there like a statue for a good few minutes before snapping out of it as you yelled at him from the bottom of the tree to hurry up.
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CaitVi drabble_____
Vi x Transfemme!Cait
NFSW MINORS AND MEN DNI!!! 🔞🔞🔞
Summary: Broke college student AU where Cait has morning wood so Vi helps her out
Really just wanted to write Vi pulling a reverse cowgirl (also another rare instance where Vi tops)
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Cait groaned groggily, rolling over to realize Vi wasn't next to her in bed like she was the night before. She looked over with a squint to the bathroom door, it was slightly open, the light peering through, letting her know Vi was there. Once aware of where Vi was, another feeling made itself noticeable; her night shorts were painfully tight…tight enough to frustrate. Fuck….she cursed. Thankfully Vi was in the bathroom (the only bathroom they had in this horrifically cramped apartment unfortunately), so she figured maybe she could rub out the bones before she came out. She shoved the covers off, freeing her erect member from the confines of her shorts, spitting on her hand and stroking in a rather rushed manner. Not even seconds after the bathroom door swung open, slamming against the wall "Hey have u seen the-" shit! This morning was shaping up to be great, Cait thought. Vi paused at the sight of Caitlyn stopping herself a little too late, the embarrassment on her face apparent. "Woah…a little early for wet dreams don't you think?" She quipped. "It's not- what d'you need…?" Caitlyn asked hurriedly. "Was just looking for the nail clippers is all…" Vi started to catch on to what was going on due to the urgency in Caits tone and the painful boner in her shorts. "Haven't seen them…" Cait said. "Right, okay, I'll look elsewhere then," Vi tried to stifle a snicker. "Please do…you standing there in a towel isn't helping me much…" Vi's ears perked up at that one. "Oh? What, do I turn you on or something?" "I…what no I-!" "Y'know…I guess you're right. Im not being very helpful right now…but…I could be," Vi offered, her tone suggestive. Caitlyn's face grew even redder which seemed impossible with how embarrassed she'd been this whole time. "You-" "Only if you want I mean if not I'll just-" "Wait a second-" Cait couldn't believe she was about to take her up on this, though if she was being honest with herself, she hadn't had good cunt in a while. And if Vi was offering…
Vi stripped herself of her towel, tossing it to the floor as she hopped on top of her roommate. Caitlyn guided her cock inside of Vi's waiting cunt, letting Vi sink down onto her. "Fuuck~" the blue haired woman sighed out. Fuck was right. She was a tight fit, hot and wet as she welcomed her in. Vi smiled, biting her lip as she moved up and down slowly, adjusting to Cait's length. "Fucking hell, you're bigger than I thought you'd be~" she admitted with a strained laugh falling from her lips, though she persisted nonetheless holding herself steady on top of Caitlyn, looking her in the eyes as she soothed her aches. She rose off her cock, only to slam down a little hard, making Caitlyn curse with a throaty groan. She kept at it, slow and bruising before she picked up her pace, finding her expert rhythm, one she'd used to ride other girls before Cait. Sticking her wet hair out of her eyes, she let herself bounce on Caitlyn's cock at her leisure, turning into nothing but a moaning, bouncing mess. Cait held onto her hot body, dampened with water and sweat. She was in awe at how well Vi rode her, practiced hips grounding and grinding in all the right ways, strong legs holding her up and bringing her back down at a perfect pace. Vi seemed to be getting into it, especially when she decided to turn around, coming off of Cait and readjusting herself to where Cait was faced with her tattooed back and perfect ass. Vi sat back on top of her, holding herself up by her hands as she rode her backwards, whining and moaning as she occasionally swept her hair back. "Fuck Vi-" the blue haired woman gasped, watching her cock sink into her roommate over and over as she continued to bounce. Seconds turned to a few long minutes, and Cait felt herself ready to burst. "Shit~ViI'mgonnacumfuck!!!" She breathed out, her breath quickening. Vi laughed, breathing out the words "cum inside me" as she continued, going at it until Caitlyn reached completion. Vi suffered and let out a moan directly from the throat, head falling back as she felt Caitlyn release her load inside her. She smiled at the satisfaction of being filled, finally coming off her roomie after a while. "See? I can be helpful~"
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I was giving some more thought as to why Ekko is mistreated by the Arcane community at least imo and I think one of the reasons is that Ekko is pure in a world where grayness is the norm.
I know that sounds weird but lemme explain a bit. Arcane is very much praised because of its complex and mostly gray characters, each character even the more good ones all have complex moralities even if a character by all intensive purpose is a bad person the show still goes out of its way to make those inherently bad actions complex but Ekko breaks this rule because he is in no uncertain terms is a hero. Every action that he takes is not only justified but understandable and everything about his goals and what he does is objectively good.
He fights against two oppressive forces those being Piltover and Silco
He provides a home the disenfranchised and those that have been hurt due to the actions of the Chembarons
He builds and fosters a community for those who need it
Hell you can even see this in more subtle actions, like Ekko Agreeing to give the gem back to Piltover despite not trusting Cait or Enforcers or even how despite his anger he actively goes out of his way to not kill anyone.
Even his visual design represents purity and hope, Ekko contrasts the undercity visually with the undercity being very grim with dark and neon colors but Ekko is a very warm presence with warm soft/colors and even his hair and his facepaint representing purity in a sense with them both being white.
Ekko by in large is a hero, even down to his nickname the "Boy Savior" and due to this I think a lot of Arcane fans write him off as very one note which is a shame because if you just look a little bit deeper he is an amazing character despite his overall hero status.
I also think because he heavily contrasts with Jinx he gets a lot of underserved ire from the community because well it is a Jinx and Vi story and due to this I feel like a handful of fans take any slight against those two very seriously, which is fine everyone is allowed to have their favorites but I think due to this basis it can cause people too hage a skewed viewpoint of Ekko.
This also affects him in shipping too where despite it being very clear from both the show/other material/ the Animators and even the some of the writers themselves that there is something deeper between the two, some people still act as though this ship is unfathomable. There is also the obvious Anti-Blackness involved and how it affects black characters in general, I would say especially in Ekko's case since he is a foil to Jinx who is pretty much this community's "UwW baby" that needs to be protected which is understandable ( both her and Ekko are UwU babies that need to be protected tbh)
But that's the end of my rambling, honestly I know a large reason for Ekko's absence within community discussions is that he is a side character in a sense so he won't get as much discussion as other characters but I still think he is given the short end of the stick despite his importance within the story.
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Hello! Can I request a soulmate au headcannons for jinx, cait, vi and ekko with a soulmate who is the opposite of them?
Like with jinx, vi and ekko their soulmate is from piltover, rich with a family name and when they meet their soulmate their happy while since they are from piltover they are kinda concerned but when they do eventually end up dating reader loves giving them gifts
And with cait her soulmate is a firelight, not a lot of money but lots of love and from the undercity?
I love soulmate aus!
Pairing: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Ekko x Reader
Tags: fluff, soulmates, feelings realization, developing relationship
A/N: Honestly for Vi and Caitlyn, it's just their canon relationship lmao.
Oh hell no, Jinx would not be having any of it. She would go out of her way to avoid you as much as possible. Of course she can't, she's drawn to you like a magnet.
She's very emotionally distant at first but at the same time she wants to be close to you, so she tries to be physically affectionate at least. Once she accepts her own feelings for you that is.
"Listen sugar, you're very pretty and all, but I can be seen running around with a Piltie. Or rather ya can't be seen running around with me. It's gonna make a big shinny target on your back understand? Well yeah, of course I want ya stay safe, I dream about ya every night ya know? I tell ya, they're the prettiest dreams I've ever had."
Vi doesn't exactly mind you being from Piltover, actually she thinks it's cute how you're trying really hard to impress her. She also feels pretty protective of you.
But she also feels out of place in Piltover. She tries to get used to it but every once in a while she needs to go back to Zaun, she misses the adrenaline of it all. You're more than welcome to come with her of course.
"Yeah I'm going down there again. You're more than welcome to follow. That is if you can keep up with me sweet stuff. And I'm not gonna babysit you again. Wha- just because you're my soulmate doesn't mean I'm gonna hold your hand all the time. The fact that I do it while we sleep has nothing to do with it. Alright, alright, give me your hand, we can go together."
Caitlyn isn't in denial for long. She's a very big romantic at heart but you being from Zaun was a very big surprise. She likes it though, she likes how you give her a challenge rather than just going along with her whims just because of her family name.
Of course she wants you to meet her family but she won't force you into social events if you don't want to go to them, she's not a huge fan of those either.
"As I'm sure you've heard darling my family is hosting an event this weekend. And look at that it just so happens that I've booked us a getaway. Sneaky? I suppose so. You're really rubbing off on me aren't you? Why are you laughing. Uhg, I did not mean it like that and you know it!"
Ekko thinks there must be some kind of mistake. He's not very happy about it at first and tries to tell you not so keep coming back to see him.
So it's very funny when he's the one who visits you, floating outside your window on his hoverboard, asking to come in and talk things over.
"Look Firefly... can I call you that? I'm gonna be honest, this is really scary for me. Being your soulmate is driving me nuts. I want to be closer to you but at the same time I don't know if it's gonna put you in danger. You're not gonna be able to just introduce me to your parents you know. I don't even know where we're gonna go on dates? You want me to show you around Zaun? Would that be our first date then?"
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Something I'd like to talk about is how some argue that "Vi is being hypocritical. How can she team up with an Enforcer when her parents were killed by them?" and "her and Caitlyn's relationship progressed too quickly because Vi is supposed to have a lot more resentment for those from Piltover, the people who have oppressed her her whole life". I understand these views. But the way I see it, the whole point of their relationship is about overcoming personal biases.
And let's not forget that, in Episode 8, Vi actually did bring their relationship progression to a halt, DUE TO her personal bias/insecurities that say the Undercity and Piltover will never be able to work together. The writers didn't ignore that aspect.
I think they did a great job of conveying Vi's internal struggle towards accepting Caitlyn as an ally. At one point in her mind, she must have run out of excuses to distrust her, because Caitlyn keeps proving them wrong. It's a hard thing for Vi to wrap her head around, but she's wise enough to see that Cait has good intentions.
In the end, I think they showed a nice balance of "Vi being cynical towards Caitlyn" and "Vi realising Caitlyn is an inherently good person". You could say the same thing about Caitlyn and her initial doubts of Vi's trustworthiness. This is why I love their dynamic, because it encourages them to grow as individuals and see past their preconceived notions.
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Another hot topic of debate is that of Vi becoming an enforcer herself, which is slathered with the same critique: "How could she given her backstory?". But the important point people are missing is that Vi isn't going to become the type of enforcer that kills innocent people out of pure ruthlessness. She's not going to be an "asshole criminal" in a "fancy uniform". She's going to become an enforcer in order to HELP those in the undercity and PROTECT her sister. Is she really being hypocritical if what she's doing aligns with her own values? It's simply the external image that seems controversial: Oh look! A Zaunite has betrayed their own people by becoming a Piltover Enforcer. But once you dig deeper, you see that her loyalties lie in the right place.
Another point to mention is that we don't even know how the story is going to go about this. Is she going to join the current system of enforcers out of the urgent need to protect her sister? (I don't really see how that would be possible though, unless Jayce appoints Caitlyn as the new Sheriff and Vi accompanies her as a "collaborater" rather than an "enforcer".)
Or maybe they're going to be playing the long game and have Vi and Caitlyn reform the enforcers first before she officially joins them. Either way, they'll be seeking to bring about justice in their broken world.
By thinking that "all enforcers are inherently bad", you would be projecting the very same bias that people from the Undercity have towards Piltover (which is justified to a large extent because of how they've been treated). But what wouldn't make sense is to continually see an enforcer as corrupt even after they've proven themselves different.
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more and more as of recent I’ve been thinking about what direction Riot’s design team are going to take Viktor. Bridging the rift had some early stage design stuff teased, but the one coloured image looks very similar to his game design - a design that I don’t think it’s controversial to say sucks. Like there is some amazing fanart of the Machine Herald out there but they all take some liberty with it. It’s going to be a tough job for the design team, coming up with something that has void elements, potential hextech elements, fixing all the prev design problems while still having something that’s identifiable as the machine herald. I am in high hopes however. I was wondering if you had any options on the matter.
Oh you’re absolutely right, for a character that’s supposed to be a cyborg/poster boy for cyborgs, he’s pretty… plain. Kinda just looks like a suit of armor. The only thing that really sets him apart from a regular armored character is that visibly mechanical left arm (and the Hexclaw obviously, but even that and the shoulder pauldron sorta look like they’re strapped on via the bandolier across his chest.)
And as for the solution to this? I think it’s to have less armor, and have the metal be a more obvious part of him. Like, (in League) he’s a vocal proponent of function over form. He doesn’t really care for how something looks so long as it performs its function to perfection. So I think more exposed steampunk-looking bits on his chest, more moving parts. Like Sevika’s arm… gotDAMN that shit is cool, with the way her hand just Swiss Army Knifed into a freaking plasma sword?!?! Shit like that. Also, it’s highly likely that he is going to need Shimmer at some level to upkeep things, an injector tank like the one on her shoulder wouldn’t hurt (though that probably should be armored, cuz we saw via Caitlyn’s excellent shot what happens when it’s exposed).
His Hexcore-augmented parts are obviously a new addition, cuz his right hand in League (according to this splash art) was still flesh and bone.
So that’s a whole world of possibility. It could have some kind of aura around it, hell… maybe he might eventually learn to do magic with them (but like… fucked up Void magic which… big ol’ yikes). Or, there’s the other possibility, wherein he dislikes the influence it had over him (when the Hexcore used his augmented parts to hurt him after he tried to destroy it), and he might amputate them, leaving him with no flesh and bone limbs. Which could actually be another way to update his character design.
And I think a massive part of what is going to make him successful will be sound engineering—the whirs, the clicks, the ambient hum of working machinery. Also his footsteps. Dude needs to sound like an earthquake coming at you. And I think they already gave us a taste, with how that Hexcore-augmented foot sounded as it hit the ground. Overall, I trust the team. They turned the original overly-sexualized and honestly awful designs of Vi and Cait and turned it into something amazing. (I’m not talking about the Enforcer uniform, that’s still way too prissy for an officer, but the way they did it made it more a statement about Piltover and their focus on aesthetics than a comment about Caitlyn). So if they put the same kind of dedication into redesigning the Machine Herald, then I think he is going to be BADASS.
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headcanons for walls erode to dust
These are always kept as a running list in my head when I write fic. They help me stay on track lol.
During the fic timeline:
Though Vi may not see it very often, Jinx and Lux do get into conflict, especially when they first start dating. Jinx has difficulty sorting through how to respond when she feels hurt or rejected by Lux, and Lux takes issue with how Jinx handles it sometimes. But Jinx begins to learn that Lux really, actually likes her, and (in tandem with therapy) starts to ease out of more maladaptive behaviors
Again lmfao, Vi refuses to go to therapy. She just gives me the vibe of someone who's like “uh I'm fine. I'm fine for real. Brb I'm going to go rip a log in half”
Silco is less of a villain in this fic and more of just like. Vander's divorced husband that he talks shit about sometimes to Benzo in front of Vi and Powder lmfao
The few times Vi fucked in college and navigated penetration she was like “idk it's just not my vibe”. And then she took Caitlyn’s dick and she was like “oh. THIS is my vibe”
Jinx saw Caitlyn once and looked at Vi and was like. “Girl someone get her an autism screening”
Caitlyn is like “I'm not autistic. I just have standards. I like things done a certain way and that's okay. And doesn't EVERYONE have trouble navigating social situations? And doesn't EVERYONE fidget like this when they get nervous?” and Jinx is like. : /
Caitlyn takes the online screening questionnaire and it tells her she's very likely to be autistic and she's like “well it's not a medical professional so I'm taking it with a grain of salt” and everyone around her sighs
Post fic:
Don't ask me what law school Caitlyn goes to by the end of the fic. I don't know. But I do think she becomes a really incredible defense attorney, and Vi and Caitlyn end up permanently moving there
Caitlyn, Vi, Viktor, and Jayce go to the mall/on dumb touristy outings sometimes for fun (wlw/mlm solidarity). Caitlyn, Vi, and Viktor often gang up on Jayce during these outings when he's being obnoxious, except for when they’re getting food. Then Caitlyn and Jayce commiserate over how Vi and Viktor only ever want to get burgers
Jayce is very happy his friend Cait is in lesbo city with her lesbo gf
Cait’s dad (Asian coded) spoke a little bit of Cantonese to Caitlyn growing up, but she only knows a few phrases nowadays. Vi asks to learn a little bit and all Caitlyn can teach her is “wash your hands” because Vi very often does need to wash her hands
In my head, Caitlyn is an absolute freak when it comes to sex lmfao. Not that Vi isn't, but Cait is very blunt and often it's Caitlyn initiating “what if we did this” and Vi is like …..*gulp* ok
Jinx and Lux definitely fuck like crazy on the couch after Vi moves out
When Vi and Caitlyn come visit (they're able to visit pretty often since Caitlyn is rich/Vi has a good paying job w Hextech), they often meet up with Vander, Lux, and Jinx, and play dumb board games and eat Vander’s food and play with the cat the Jinx and Lux are not supposed to have
Through the dynamic of good cop/bad cop, Jinx and Lux somehow convince the landlord to let them keep the cat
Pre-fic:
Cait actually grew up in California before moving to the undetermined East Coast setting where she and Vi are at the beginning of the fic. That's why she knows all the local spots
Jayce also lived in California before moving to the undetermined East Coast setting and they bonded about it when they first met
Jayce got more than a few hasty text messages from Caitlyn when he moved back to California while Caitlyn was in college like “please help me Jayce I'm lesbian and I think I'm in love” and she sends like 38272 images of Vi smiling pretty
Ok as tagged, the neurodivergence in this fic isn't a big part of it or anything, but I think Jinx was diagnosed w/ autism/ADHD in her childhood (bc she could not stop being Like That and Vi and Vander were like “this CANNOT just be trauma.”)
In general:
My conceptualization for the light cannon/CaitVi fic was: (1) jinx and lux are insane and way cooler than caitlyn and vi (2) caitlyn and vi are insane but on the down low and also they're fucking losers lowkey
Vi accuses Caitlyn of hating trying new things in the last chapter, which she does, except for when it comes to trying new ways to fuck Vi. Autism be damned, my girl can slut it up.
For every scene you see of Caitlyn and Jinx bickering, the only thing going through my mind at the time of writing was “autism on autism violence”
I was talking to my sister about how Caitlyn and Jayce are originally from California and move across the country to where Vi lives in an undetermined East Coast area because it's kind of representative of people from Piltover visiting the Undercity and i was like "but i dont know where they actually live geographically. I just know it's kind of trashy", and my sister is like "Topside is California and the Undercity is like... New Jersey" and I almost screamed
So yeah anyway Vi and Caitlyn live in Undercity, New Jersey when they meet in college. Thank you to my sister for enlightening me
*bows* thank you
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Lovingly throwing your Arcane S/O over your shoulder
VI
You both were arguing about how much she comes back home scuffed up
It always was yelling matches, she got loud very quickly as you just tried to get your point across
She was adamant she won and always said 'you should see the other guy'
Quite a annoying
And then the next part was she would storm out
Going to go get air as you waited for her to come back or go to sleep to talk about it in the morning
But that wasn't the case this time
"Oh my god," Vi groaned, running her hand down her face as you sighed. You then saw her begin to walk towards the door, you assumed to grab her jacket. "What the hell now?" You asked, tired of it all and quite frankly annoyed.
"Leaving. I'll be back." She stated, brushing past you. She would always say she would be back, just for you and herself to know she wasn't gonna stay gone.
"You can't run away." You scoffed, the woman staying silent as she grabbed her jacket and put it on. That's when you walked towards her.
Once she set her hand on the door handle she felt you grab her arm and turn her towards you. "What-" she was cut off by you throwing her over your shoulder.
"W-what the?! Oh." She said, falling silent as you tossed her on the couch. "No, enough with the fucking leaving."
She stared at you, her eyes wide with an unfamiliar facial expression. "Why are you looking at me like that?" You asked, your anger slowly leaving as you looked back at her confused.
"I didn't know you were that strong…" she trailed off quietly, this whole time was a lie?! You're strong as hell but you let her carry your stuff when merely walking around?!
She then started laughing. "Damn babe!" She smiled, you began to laugh along with her.
"Why didn't you tell me?! Last week you made me carry Jericho's takeout!"
"That's because I didn't want to."
"I love you so goddamn much."
CAITLYN
You were arguing about how she wanted to prove herself so much and with the case she was investigating
You thought it was dangerous as she merely brushed it off
She was so sure she just needed to crack the case and she would be respected amongst her coworkers
Or how you put it "The asshole squad"
You didn't get how she wanted to be respected amongst those group of assholes
Who barely even held their jobs
And with the case she got so deep into it
Losing sleep and not wanting much to do with anything else
And you were so tired
"Seriously Cait, why?" You asked, sitting up from the bed and looking at her as she connected a red string across the pictures on the ground.
"I just need a few more minutes, love." She didn't look up at you, standing up as she looked over the whole map again for what seemed like the millionth time.
"We have stuff to do tomorrow, you're gonna be tired." You state as she didn't answer, you snuck a glance at the digital clock on the bedside table.
2:13 AM, it read. You groaned before standing out of the bed, walking over to her and standing beside her. That was when she finally looked at you, only for a moment though before you threw her over your shoulder.
She yelped, startled and slightly scared you would drop you. "What are you doing?" She asked. "Going to sleep." You answered, with your back to the bed as you dropped her off your shoulders.
You turned around. "I didn't know you were strong enough to hold me. Much less on your shoulders." She said, utterly confused as you yawned.
"Pay attention next time. Sleepy time." You waved her off, climbing under the blanket and pulling her down with you. She laughed, shaking her head at you before settling into the bed.
She was for sure going to know have to find a way to stop you from picking her up now…probably gonna use it against her if she doesn't.
JINX
She wanted to use her bombs and blow up a girl who flirted with you at the last drop
She had left for a few minutes and when she came back and saw the girl who would not take a hint
She said blowing her up was the only way
But you didn't want that, you were sorta against her blowing up people
Y'know she wouldn't hurt you, but you were against her hurting others for small inconvenience
You dealt with it, got the girl to go away as Jinx glared at her over your shoulder
But she said it wasn't enough
That she would "Come back"
You knew why she didn't want to worry about her, you got it but you wouldnt let it happen
But she was so adamant on it
You had no choice
But could you blame yourself?!
The girl has a very…short fuse and she simply had a new bomb to test out
"I'm gonna go! You can't stop me!" She yelled, getting her bombs as you sighed.
"You can't use bombs as an answer all the time." You reminded, the girl waving you off over her shoulder as she smiled when she pulled out a new bomb she had been working on.
"Liar! And this is a perfect opportunity to test out John-John!" She laughed, her bag with her bombs thrown over her shoulder as she went to skip past you.
You had to think quickly, so you grabbed the bag over her shoulder. "Hey!" She said, looking at you before you threw her over your shoulder.
"Nope. Not today, not ever." You said, bag in your hand as you supported her with your other and walked back to her desk. "Ooh! I didn't know you were strong!" She giggled, poking your arm as she kicked her feet.
"You're light anyways," you shrugged, dropping the bag and taking her off your shoulders. You held her in your arms as she acted as if this was a sort of carnival game and kept laughing.
You then put her on her small work chair. "Enough with the bombs. You're gonna need to find a new solution one day." You looked down at her, the girl tilting her head back as she groaned.
"But the other options are so boring!"
"Fine, then at least not for the girl at the bar." She thought about it for a moment, humming as she slumped over her desk. She then smirked, looking up at you.
"Fineee," she dragged out the word, you sighing before looking down at her as she held her arm up. "Only if you carry me!"
You laughed, shaking your head before tossing her back over your shoulder as she squealed with delightment.
From that day on she always made you carry her, she didn't care how as long as her feet were off the ground.
EKKO
You had a small disagreement about you going on a firelight mission
The last one went south and as you had to help another firelight a beam from above you
You were fine, except for small cuts and narrowly avoiding the beam
But Ekko was terrified
He realized in that moment that if the beam had fallen on you, he would've lost you
So he said you should sit this one out
But you didn't want to
You were tired of sitting around and wanted to help
But he couldn't bring himself to put you in danger after the beam
"I'll be fine, Ekko." You state, the boy shaking his head as you collected your mask. "You have to sit this one out. At Least just for a little while." He argued, turning back to him.
"Your idea of sitting out is atleast a couple weeks. I'm not doing that." You shook your head, the boy sighing.
"You can't go, Y/n. That's final." He stated, standing in front of the door as you slowly turned to him.
"That's final? That's funny." You laughed, Ekko deflating. He never did win arguments with you. "Okay, move. We gotta head out soon." You said, walking to the door but stopping as he didn't move.
"Come on, Ekko." You groaned. "No, you have to stay, Y/n." You looked at him with a raised eye brow before sighing. You didn't want it to come to this. Ekko looked at you confused before you swiftly tossed him over your shoulder and began walking to the bed.
"Hey! Put me down!" He said, you granting his wish as you dropped him on the bed and quickly headed towards the door. As you walked out he sat on the bed for a minute, thinking about what just happened.
Have you been that strong this whole time? Without him knowing? Uh…what?!
He quickly stood off the bed, grabbing his mask on the way out as he ran after you.
"Hey?! What the hell was that?" He asked, catching up to you as you looked up at him confused. "What was what?" You asked, stopping your walk as he looked between you and the room you both just came out of.
When you put it together you laughed, patting his cheek before throwing down your hoverboard and stepping on it, guiding it to take you down the tree.
He stood there frozen for a moment, thinking if he liked it or not. Because in a way he did, but how the hell did he not how about how strong you were?! You certainly didn't look strong like that!
He stood there like a statue for a good few minutes before snapping out of it as you yelled at him from the bottom of the tree to hurry up.
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What are you shooting for?
( This, reworked. Cait POV. Set between 1x08 & 1 x09. Caitlyn x Violet. )
Her mother says she's good at finding bad and making it stick like flypaper to her; Caitlyn says: 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, she tells her, they’ve got 5 eyes, see things a different way. They’re harmless.
Caitlyn is bitter; she's the things her mother has buried inside of herself reborn and shining bright like teeth in front of her and mother does not want to feel the bite.
Her 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 them. She does not look at her, Cait thinks; she does not see her, she looks right through Cait like she is paper thin, crinkled, and Cait doesn't say anything, she scoffs her off, shuts herself away into her bedroom and locks the door. Before she shuts it, she catches a glimpse of her father, stood at the end of the hallway, his eyes like a hand on her shoulder, squeezing.
But Cait has seen the world through her eyes now, and it’s no longer a cave and she the sheltered small thing inside of it, pretending that she is not afraid; she has come out, stepped into the mouth of the wolf laying in wait at its entrace; she has witnessed, she's testified, dove into the throat of the real world like a bullet, and she's got bite marks where its teeth sank into her body, where she's been viciously gnawed at and spat out, chewed skin and shakiness. She's felt Vi's fury in her blood, her grief in her throat, her hand in hers, a promise. Her hand in hers, her fingers on Vi's cheek. Vi's body next to hers on her bed: a new world. Revelation. Their hands intertwined, a swallowed cry promising devotion. Their heads plunged in a close, trembling darkness, the rushing sweetness of Violet's warm breath, spilling like fire from her parted lips, tickling her chin. The two of them, falling asleep next to each other in her bed. Her sweat on her pillow. Her hand on her thigh. Her back to Vi's chest, the warm, dark shelter of her body.
Caitlyn gets more tired in her bedroom now than out there where the world feels like a net cast over her and she only a fish, thrashing wildly on a dried up riverbed. There’s so much that she doesn't know; she feels half blind, a hypocrite, a liar, and what does she fucking know anyway, she knows nothing; has lived a lie half her life, sheltered, hidden away so that she might not see, not hear, not witness. At dinner, Cait picks at her plate: smoked fish and honeyed plums, exquisitely dark, rich wine flowing; she hears her mother pour her father another glass. She listens to the clink of her mother's black patent heels when she rises from the table to put on music, something lavishly melodious that sounds empty to Cait's ears. She stabs the fish with her fork and laughs. Sharklike, her teeth are gritted, make the bark of it sound stifled. She feels her father’s eyes on her like a question; Cait hears a high note in her head, a buzzing, and whispers to her 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.
She wonders if Violet is thinking of her, too. She wonders if she’s alone. She wonders if Vi feels the world close in on her like it has closed in on her too, as if time has dimmed, and color and sound are gone and made strange. Changed. Unrecognisable. Wine is not wine to her anymore, food tastes like murder in her mouth. She’s got nothing and Cait's got everything and there are people dying down there, ugly loveless unwanted things; and here she is, in a glass palace, wine smouldering on her tongue. She feels like she's going to be sick. She pushes her plate away and does not do her mother the favour of returning her stare; her eyes are a rope around Cait's neck but she does not yield under its pulling. She gets up and turns the music off. Cuts the rope off.
She's been chewing her cuticles again. Short, small nails, sleek and perfect, painted a deep shade of dark blue. Cait stares at them obsessively, there’s a chip in her right thumb, and she can’t be bothered to paint over it. She sighs. She tosses and turns, listens to the plashing patter of a dark, hard rain against her window.
But she is better today; 17 hours without her and Violet's absence is a bruise the colour of her mouth inside of her. Cait blinks at the ceiling and suddenly she cannot breathe, the walls are swallowing her up, she's suffocating. There is smoke inside her room, but nothing is burning.
She closes her eyes and it feels like Vi is slowly disappearing. Her fingers curl into her palm, chasing the ghost of Vi's hand in hers. She puts her hand on the bedsheets where she’s been and tries 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 she opens her mouth, her voice feels sharper now, like a warning.
She is better… today she is better than yesterday. She only stares at the ceiling for three hours at a time. There’s a fly on her door, a black, big ugly thing, buzzing incessantly and Cait slips out of her bed and opens her window, hopes it will fly away. She doesn’t remember the last time she cried.
She slips in and out of sleep. Her mother’s laughter wakes her up. Caitlyn rearranges the pillows on the bed with painstaking flawless concentration. She sits on the floor and stares at her map, puts her finger over the little sketch of Stillwater Hold, trying to chase something she can hold onto, trying to fold the hours neat enough that she 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. Her mother’s voice leaks through her door like kerosene, and Cait shuts her eyes when she hears her call for her.
She found a family of spiders in her room last night. She stayed there and stared at it and brought each one outside. One by one.
She doesn't fall back asleep.
Caitlyn takes a shower and thinks of her; the way the rain had kissed her skin, the back of her neck, dark and slick with rainwater, and suddenly in her mouth she feels the taste of fire again; she blinks and bites into the flame on her tongue until she feels the blood gushing, thick and metallic between her teeth. Cait scoops up water in her palms and watches it run out. Her thigh is throbbing, the water has gone cold and crimson with blood around her feet, and she doesn’t know how long she's sat in it, she must have washed her all off, washed Vi off, (her hand on her cheek, Vi's blood on the back of her neck, her mouth her voice her desperation, her hand in hers; Vi's hand in hers) and suddenly panic gathers in her throat and she pulls away from the water like she's been scalded, she puts her hand on her thigh where her wound has torn open and turns off the tap.
She drips water all over the floor, her feet are cold and she can feel a sharp deep hunger in her stomach. The fly has not flied out the window; it’s there on the bedpost, buzzing when she comes out of the shower. Cait stares 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 she moves to stand at the mirror, Cait inhales, feels the salt in the air, a familiar desperation.
Her bedroom smells like a storm.
When she looks up, Vi's still gone, but part of hers greets her in the shadows.
The world suddenly stops spinning.
#I had to rework this and post it in third person too and also added a few things like the neat lil fact they fell asleep next to each other#caitvi#vi x caitlyn#caitlyn x vi#caitlyn kiramman#vi arcane#arcane netflix#arcane#arcane*#violyn#I wanna write a whole fic about how they fell asleep in Cait's bed after THAT scene ok#writing tag.
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Plus One
This has been sitting in my drafts 99% done for like, four months now, so I figured I'd finish it up and send it out since I haven't posted any writing in a hot minute.
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"Cupcake, I really don't think this is a good idea."
"I'm sorry, Vi, but it's been three months. I can't hold her off any longer."
So this was Vi's punishment for falling in love. After seven years wasted in prison and everything that had gone wrong with her sister, she'd finally found a reason to smile again; the woman of her dreams, standing directly behind her as she looked at herself, hardly recognizable, in the mirror. This woman right here was the light of Vi's life, and things were damn near perfect.
If only a formal introduction to Piltovan high society wasn't part of the package deal.
"Do I seriously have to wear this?" Vi adjusted the collar of her impossibly expensive suit, still grimacing at her neat, slicked-back hair which she feared might never be completely gel-free again.
"I offered you a dress," Caitlyn replied, dressed just as formally as Vi but pulling off her sleek navy gown and high heels significantly better. Her hair, pulled into a neat twisted bun, was immaculate without any product, which was just not fair, honestly.
"Then you would've made me wear heels," Vi grumbled. She swore the collar was making a conscious effort to choke her. "Cait, I don't wanna go to this thing."
"I know, love." To her credit, Caitlyn was incredibly sympathetic, and she had valiantly held off her vulture of a mother from trying to present Vi at one of these events for an impressively long time. Unfortunately, though, sympathy didn't get Vi out of this suit or her "responsibility as Caitlyn's partner", as Cassandra had put it.
What a piece of work.
If not for her insistence, Caitlyn and Tobias would have been fine with Vi continuing to sit out of all the events the Kirammans hosted and attended, but alas, neither of them seemed to know how to tell their matriarch no.
She tried to remind herself this wasn't for Cassandra. It was for Caitlyn, so her mother would get off her back about it and stop starting arguments. It was so the two of them wouldn't have to endure any more awkward dinners or pointed questions about why Vi was "hiding" from all those stuck-up elites. As if she needed a reason.
"Can we say I'm sick?" Vi asked, reminding herself of a much younger Powder trying to weasel her way out of chores. God, she missed that kid.
"She'll just make you go to the next one," Caitlyn replied, refocusing Vi before she could think too hard about the sister she'd lost. "It's best to just get it out of the way now. The first one's always the hardest."
First. Implying there would be more to follow. Great.
"Do we have to stay the whole time? What if I get in there, say hi to everyone I'm supposed to be nice to, and we just go?"
"The whole thing won't even be two hours," Caitlyn said, and when Vi turned to face her, she was completely serious. "It's just a cocktail party."
"We're getting this dressed up for less than two hours?" Thought it sounded a bit silly to put this much effort into their appearances for just a short event, Vi was infinitely relieved that she'd be out of this damn suit sooner than she'd thought.
"These things are intentionally short," Caitlyn said, reaching out to fix Vi's tie. "Long enough to catch up with people, but short enough to avoid anyone getting too tired or bored. It won't be that bad, really. It's just drinks, appetizers, and small talk."
"Drinks and appetizers don't sound that bad," Vi replied. "It's the small talk I'm worried about. The hell am I supposed to talk about with these people?"
"You won't have to say much," Caitlyn promised, gently caressing the side of Vi's the way they both loved. "Just stay with me and follow my lead. It'll be over soon enough."
Vi took a deep breath and nodded, looking herself over in the mirror one last time. She didn't particularly care whether her tie was just so or her hair was perfectly neat, but Cassandra would have a fit if she looked anything less than the very high Kiramman standard of presentable.
"Ready, love?" Caitlyn reached for Vi's hand, looking at her expectantly. Vi sighed and resigned herself to her fate.
"As I'll ever be."
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As it turned out, Vi shouldn't have been as worried as she'd been back home. No, she should have been far, far more worried.
Despite the Kirammans' insistence that this was a relatively small affair, there were at least fifty people present when they entered the ballroom where some friend of the family Vi had never met liked to host their guests, and they were all staring at her.
Some were better at than others, stealing glances when they thought she was looking far enough in another direction that she wouldn't notice, but some were absolutely shameless in their stares. But worst of all were the whispers. Caitlyn had warned her to expect some type of reaction to their relationship, but it seemed her place of origin was the hot topic of the evening.
She didn't know why she was mad. She' been expecting this. She knew how these people were, and her hot pink hair and face tattoo clearly marked her as other in this room of neat Topsiders, but she'd thought she wouldn't care. That she was above their bullshit opinions and nothing they said would matter to her because she'd heard it all before.
But this wasn't like the other times. Before, she'd had some sense of pride in herself, knowing she was a daughter of the fissures and the Pilties were on her turf. Now she was on their turf, dressed up as one of them, making an effort to appear as something she wasn't because she loved Caitlyn so goddamn much, and they looked at her much differently than she was used to. Enforcers had looked down on her before, but as the dirty street kid who was probably going to punch them in the face, and that was something she could live with. These people looked at her like some exotic pet the Kirammans had brought to the party. And, in a way, she was.
They all knew it. Their whispers told her. All they saw her as was the Kiramman girl's dressed up stray. A street thug that may or may not be domesticated, depending on who you asked. An adventurous fling that never should have been made public. A phase that Caitlyn would hopefully grow out of.
That last one was what really got to her. The idea that Caitlyn didn't really love her, that this was nothing more than a rich girl looking for a thrill, that their relationship wasn't real. Maybe she could have gritted her teeth through the rest of it, but she wasn't going to stand here and listen to these people who didn't know anything make assumptions and throw around theories about the last good thing in her life. She had to leave, or jaws were going to break.
All in all, she lasted twenty minutes.
After that, she was pushing her way out past stupid Pilties who were extremely offended that she'd nudged them aside or forgotten to say "excuse me" or whatever the hell mattered to these people. Caitlyn was quick to follow, softly calling her name and apologizing absently to all of the people she'd shouldered out of her way.
Things were better out on the patio. Quieter. Two people minding their own business on the opposite side, paying absolutely no attention to Vi finding a spot to lean against a railing or Caitlyn chasing her outside.
"Vi-" Caitlyn began, but Vi didn't let her get far.
"I'm not going back in there," she snapped, cringing internally at the vaguely hurt expression on Caitlyn's face. She shouldn't snap at her. It wasn't her fault. "Look, Cupcake, I'm sorry, but this whole thing was a mistake. I know this is important to you, but I don't want to be stared at and talked about like some exotic thing."
"I know," Caitlyn replied softly. She slowly walked toward Vi until they were side by side, in similar positions with their folded arms bracing them against the railing. "I'm sorry I made you come here. I should have known this would happen."
"You didn't make me," Vi reminded her. "Your mom did."
"I'm a grown woman. I should be able to tell my mother no."
"Guess that makes two of us."
"No, this one isn't on you," Caitlyn said. "You were trying to accommodate us. You had no idea what to expect, but I've been plenty of these things. It was my responsibility to recognize how this would be for you and not put you in this situation."
"Cait-"
"Don't tell me it's not my fault. You said no and I didn't listen." Caitlyn ran a hand through her hair with a heavy sigh. "We don't have to go back in. And I won't make you go to any more events. If my mother has any complaints, she can kindly shove them... well, you get the idea."
Vi snorted in a way the Pilties back inside would probably describe as undignified.
"You know..." she said, a hint of mischief in her tone. "I think hearing you tell your mom to shove her complaints up her ass would be the perfect way to make this up to me."
"Oh, quiet, you." Caitlyn gave her a light, playful shove. "I have a better way to make it up to you, anyway." She made a show of her eyes traveling up and down Vi's body, completely shamelessly. "If you're open to it, that is?"
"When am I not?" Vi looped an arm around Caitlyn's waist and pulled her in a little closer. "Maybe we should get out of here before I tear that dress off you."
"Lower your voice!" Caitlyn hissed, but she was laughing all the same.
"Yes, ma'am," Vi replied flirtatiously.
"Save that for later," Caitlyn said in a warning voice. "Come on. Before my mother tries to drag us back inside."
"Like she could," Vi scoffed, but she took Caitlyn's outstretched hand regardless and followed her to and down the little set of stairs connecting the patio to an unnecessarily large garden.
It didn't look like guests were supposed to be out here, but Caitlyn walked confidently enough that neither the guests on the patio nor the random gardener working on a flowerbed batted an eye at them as they circled around the impressive property to the giant front entrance where they'd been greeted.
There were a few people lingering here, but Caitlyn paid them no mind, so neither did Vi. It felt a little weird, like someone was going to call out and stop them any moment. The feeling reminded Vi of sneaking around Vander as a kid, either to go out way too late at night or sneak a sip of something from The Last Drop. What she wouldn't give to hear that old voice scolding her.
Now, if anyone thought to stop her, it would be nothing but high-pitched Piltie voices, but fortunately, no one cared enough. Vi and Caitlyn were free to walk home in peace.
"Think anyone'll notice we left?" Vi asked once they were more or less clear of the property.
"Oh, my mother will have a fit," Caitlyn replied with a tiny, adorable roll of her eyes. "We might not be hearing the end of this for a while."
"What else is new?" Vi said lightly. "How long do you think we have?"
"By the time we get home, I'd say we'll have a good hour and half of peace."
"Who said anything about peace?" Vi's hand slipped out of Caitlyn's and gently trailed down her thigh. "I thought you were making this up to me."
Caitlyn swatted her hand away, but she couldn't hide her little smile or the pink tint in her cheeks.
"Of course. How could I forget?" she replied.
"Y'know..." Vi continued mischievously, "I don't think an hour and a half sounds quite long enough. Why don't we pick up the pace? I'll race you."
"Vi, I'm in heels!" Caitlyn exclaimed as Vi grabbed her arm again and tugged her along.
"You can run in heels."
"Not these ones!"
"Guess we know who's winning, then." Vi made a big show of speeding up, but she didn't really take off the way she'd grown up doing. If she'd really wanted to, she could've left Caitlyn in the dust, even in this restrictive outfit, but this was all for fun.
Besides, she would never dream of missing out on the way Caitlyn tried to hurry along in those horrendous stilts she called shoes. Absolutely adorable.
"C'mon," she called, with absolutely no regard for the fact that they were jogging down a public street. "First one to bed gets to top."
And suddenly Caitlyn could run on stilts.
It seemed Vi's night was about to get a whole lot better.
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Hello !
Since you do write for Caitlyn I hoped to request some poly Caitvi headcanons of them with a s/o who's childhood was tragic/sad so their inner child comes out too often in their adulthood?
Some ideas of their behavior would like: buying toys out of impulse, getting distracted by any bug on their way, making cute outfits for plushies, gets super excited around pets (literally adore them) and when they fuck up is really obvious cause they get all quiet and anxious thinking the worst over little things.
So yeah that's the vibe I'm going for😎.
I'm writing a character and I need some feedback to be honest. Hope you can help me !
━ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 / 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐘𝐍
𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Vi x G/N!Reader x Caitlyn Kiramman
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, alludes to rough childhood, mentions of arguments and being judged, mentions of fear of doing something wrong, alludes to anxiety, mentions of overthinking, I think that's it?
𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope
𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! I hope you enjoy hun! I based some of it off my own experiences but it's also 430am rn so I did my best lol! thank you darling! i hope your character writing is going good!
Let's be clear, these two are amazingly great with taking care of you, even before you told them about some of your 'issues' as you used to call them
Caitlyn was the first to notice, once you both began spending a lot more time together
She knew you'd dress up cute, you put in a lot of effort into your appearance and you reminded her of a little shop doll dressed up among the other girl, boy and other dolls she'd seen
It was fun and a bit different from the sophisticated nature that comes with Piltover
Also loves your stuffed animal collection, but maybe not as much as you
She finds it adorable you treat them like your children and Vi, well when it comes to Vi she very much indulges in it
Listens to you when you name each one and tell them both their backstories and go into details about their birthdays
They remember them too
Vi loves you so much though, since you're helping her heal without even realizing
You don't care when she snuggles up under your blankets around your teddy bears and talks to you quietly while Cait makes you all tea to drink
It makes her feel like a child, and you don't mind either because she's listening to you and actually interested in you
Cait tucks you both in after you fell asleep reading a book together with you telling Vi the entire story and Vi finding you very pretty to look at
All cuddled up in her giant bed made to fit the entirety of your plushies she made sure to cuddle you both immediately after
They both always make sure you're comfortable with things as well, getting overwhelmed in public situations isn't new for you
They're very overprotective of you
Especially around other people who notice that sometimes you'll act childish and point out something cool to one of them
Whether it be a pretty butterfly or a street performer you found so awesome you had to tug on Caitlyn's sleeve to show her
Vi doesn't have any of it when someone is rude to you, that's for sure
And Cait focuses her attention to you always and makes sure you're alright at the time
They knows you mean well, even when it can get frustrating and they're trying to focus and you're wanting attention
But they'll never ever tell you because it goes away within a few seconds when they see that smile on your face, and it was like they never felt it at all
You'll bring them things while they're busy and they'll always stop to listen to you go on about whatever topic popped in your head
or to see whatever cool toy or trinket you'd brought home
Vi had accidentally been a bit rude to you one time on accident before and felt awful for it
Did EVERYTHING to make it up to you, and I mean EVERYTHING
She felt so bad
You cried for five minutes before the ice cream she offered became a bit too enticing along with the bear hug she gave you
You forgot about it after honestly but she still thinks about it
Lets you sit on her lap all the time because you like the comfort it brings
It makes you feel small and she holds you nice and tight in her big arms with her head resting on your own
Vi loves to love you and you're so sweet to her it makes her feel undeserving
You'll hug and sit with her always
Seeing her as your biggest and best teddy bear
Hearing you say that nearly made her cry
When you give her special nicknames and kisses whenever just because you know she loves you and it makes you feel good that you're making her happy
Caitlyn gives me motherly vibes and it unintentionally goes to both you aswell
You when you're sad and want her to sit you on her lap and hug you close
Or make you food while you kick your legs back and forth sitting on the counter telling her about what you and Vi seen around the city while she worked
Vi loves taking you to a cupcake shop nearby
Speaking of that, they love bringing you pretty sweets home to see that light on your face
They love it
And you love it because they're thinking about you and you weren't entirely used to that
You just love making them happy, and you know why and where it stems from, but it makes you happy
Vi loves when you talk about everything when you guys walk together down the street
Every little thing, you'll bring it up
She has this game where you'll point at people and come up with life stories for them
She'll have you giggling for hours, ready to pee your pants from how hard your laughing
And when you walk into the toy store to 'just look around' Vi finds herself paying for a few new stuffed animals and maybe a few dresses and suits for them
And a little tea set that you couldn't pass up
Walking down the street holding a ton of bags while you're carrying a fancy little box with your cups in it
A smile on your face as you talk to a few kids on your way
But it's all worth it
Though, that's the good side of it all, the cute side they love
But sometimes Caitlyn and Vi argue, it's VERY VERY rare if impossible that you're in an argument with them mostly because you just don't argue
But they do, rarely, but it can get bad when they do argue
You feel stuck between them both, but they'd never ask to make you choose a side unless you say something
You don't though, afraid that you'll hurt the other and they'd hate you for it
It's like being stuck between two parents arguing
You hate it when they're mad at each other, even if it's not for long because by the time night rolls around you're all snuggled up in bed tracing skin and pressing light kisses against your cheeks
Or sometimes you mess up
Like the time you broke one of Caitlyn's favorite glass teacups
You wouldn't look at her, afraid of what you'd see when you finally told her
She'd been asking if you were okay for at least an hour
Wouldn't say a word to Vi while she watched the interaction, you just stared at the floor
But they were just glad you were okay, Caitlyn didn't care about the cup she thought you were hurt
You were a bit shocked to say the least but it made it easier to come to her when you did something you deemed bad
But to your surprise, she was never mad
Sometimes she'd even laugh, and get you back to your good mood by making you smile
And when you overthink too much about something you did she sits and talks you through it the entire time
Vi can tell when you're lying to her very easily
So when you're overthinking about something you said, or maybe a small thing you did to one of them or to someone else
She talks you through it all like Caitlyn taught her
Because she knows you're freaking out quietly over nothing
But to you it's everything, in the moment anyway
Until she reminds you that she'll beat anyone and everyone up and she's got you laughing and Caitlyn smiling from across the room
Vi's good at distracting and desire
Caitlyn's good at calming and comforting
They're perfect for you, because they take good care of you and you take great care of them
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Step By Step -Old Dogs and New Toys, Part Two.
Part One
Summary:
“That’s the problem!” Vi interjects, throwing up her hands. “Cait’s mom already thinks I’m this big, nasty burden on her daughter. If –if Cait has to get me the right clothes, and teach me how to dance, and eat, and talk, and drink, and everything, that’s only going to prove Mrs. Kiramann right. Plus, Cait’s up to her eyeballs in casework. I don’t want her to have to take extra time just to teach me the ropes. I just want to be able to show up, have everything down, and… and surprise her a little. And, well, you’re the only other person up here who doesn’t look at me like I just crawled out of a sewer grate–”
“I understand why you came to me,” Grayson assures her. “Can you make weekends work?”
“I’ll make it fit.”
or, alternatively, Grayson helps Vi prepare for the Snowdown Gala and lowkey-highkey adopts Vi.
Pairing(s): Grayson x Reader, implied Vi x Caitlyn.
Rating: G for fluff and worldbuilding.
Word count: 9.6k.
You’ve always said her precinct office is something of an archaeological exhibition.
She agrees, but she thinks it’s because of the elaborate, gilded gold and blue trim everywhere –around the door frames, the windows, along the baseboards and crown molding, even along the built-in shelves that boast a scant few personal touches that she’s added over the years (a few potted plants that seem to live off spite alone, books, a couple pictures of you and her over the decades, and a couple trophies from shooting competitions). It’s regalia at its finest; a shrine to Piltover’s abundance and the institutions funded by it.
You maintain, however, that it’s because of the countless coffee mugs, case files, and old newspapers with half-finished crosswords scattered everywhere. “It’s like walking through history,” you joked the first time she’d shown you her office –though that had been a cubicle, way back in the day, when she was just a Sergeant. “Judging by the number of coffee cups and how dark the stains are, I’m going to guess the last time you slept was some time last year.”
She’d laughed then, and she laughs thinking about the memory now.
Grayson’s never been the tidiest person; she’s not terrible, but keeping up with menial cleaning when she’s knee deep in bureaucratic headaches and attempted coups by the Undercity just takes too much energy most days.
She has an assistant, now that she’s Sheriff. Lana keeps track of memos and calls, schedules her meetings, and clears coffee cups and old newspapers from her desk without complaint. Still, even with Lana’s help, her office still happens to be something of a disaster zone. Such are the hazards of often being hip deep in any variety of figurative shit.
So, when Lana opens one of the double doors that separate her office from the outside vestibule and announces that Grayson has a visitor, only for Vi to walk in, Grayson’s momentarily grateful that her office doesn’t look too disastrous. She doesn’t peg Vi as the type to mind clutter, but still. Standards, and all that.
The gratitude, however, fritters away to guilt when she catches Vi openly grimacing at all the filigree and expensive accoutrement. Can’t say I blame her. Grayson swallows, then offers Lana a smile and thanks before her assistant closes the door. “It’s good to see you, Vi. How can I help you?”
Vi jams her hands in her pockets and rocks back on the heels of her worn boots. “I need a favor.”
Grayson pauses, then pretends to glance over some paperwork Lana had laid out on her desk that morning. “Is it your sister?”
“No. It’s me.” At Grayson’s wary glances, Vi holds up her hands in a reassuring gesture. “It’s not anything illegal. It’s that–” Vi snaps her fingers until the words come to her. “That snowfall party.”
Grayson blinks, then nods when she connects the dots. “The Snowdown Gala.” She sets the paperwork back on her desk, then checks her calendar. “That’s… at the start of next month.” Shit. That’s sooner than I thought. I need to make sure my tux still fits. “What about it?”
“I…” Vi swallows, throat flexing, then looks away. “I –I don’t know what to do for it.”
“...It can be a lot to take in,” Grayson agrees, trying to reassure her, when Vi doesn’t offer any additional information. She studies Vi for a moment, then leans forward and crosses her hands against her desk. “Not that I’m unwilling to help you, but I’m certain that Caitlyn would–”
“That’s the problem!” Vi interjects, throwing up her hands. “Cait’s mom already thinks I’m this big, nasty burden on her daughter. If –if Cait has to get me the right clothes, and teach me how to dance, and eat, and talk, and drink, and everything, that’s only going to prove Mrs. Kiramann right.”
Grayson grimaces, but says nothing. Unfortunately, she’s not wrong.
“Plus, Cait’s up to her eyeballs in casework,” Vi continues without waiting for Grayson’s prompting. “I don’t want her to have to take extra time just to teach me the ropes. I just want to be able to show up, have everything down, and… and surprise her a little.” She takes a moment to catch her breath, then continues explaining. “And, well, you’re the only other person up here who doesn’t look at me like I just crawled out of a sewer grate–”
“I understand why you came to me,” Grayson assures her. She leans back in her leather desk chair, considering. It could work, she reasons as she checks her mental calendar. There’s enough time for fittings and some dance lessons, provided it can wait for the weekend. “Can you make weekends work?”
“I’ll make it fit.”
Grayson nods and smiles. “Then my wife and I would be happy to help you.”
Vi’s eyebrows spike upwards. “You have a wife?”
“I do.” Grayson grins and gestures to the picture frames on the bookshelves, then grabs a pad of paper and writes down her address while Vi examines them. “We’ve been married for… oh, nearly thirty years now. And we’ve known each other closer to forty.”
“Damn.” Vi nods, approving, then offers Grayson a crooked grin. “You scored.”
She laughs. “That I did.” She tears off the piece of paper and holds it out to Vi. “We’ll start with dance lessons, that way you can practice during the coming weeks. That is my personal address, so I appreciate your discretion.”
Vi nods, expression solemn, and tucks the paper into the pocket of her red jacket. “What about suits and shit?”
“I’ll have to schedule an appointment for a fitting consultation,” Grayson says as she makes a note to do just that. “But I should have something booked by next week.”
“‘Consultation?’” Vi’s face scrunches up. “What, we can’t just… I don’t know, go and buy one?”
Grayson suppresses a smile. “It’s not that simple, no. Shall I see you around one, on Saturday?”
“Sure.” Vi nods, then turns and walks towards the doors. She stops halfway and turns around again. “Uh, Grayson?” When she raises her eyebrows in question, the younger woman ducks her head, then nods. “Thank you.”
Grayson smiles and nods in return. “It’s my pleasure.”
…
There’s a knock on the door at a quarter past one on Saturday.
Vi grimaces when Grayson opens the door. “Sorry for being late. Got turned around a couple times.”
“No apology necessary.” Grayson ushers Vi inside, then closes and locks the door behind her. “I’m sorry for not giving you better directions.”
Her apology goes completely over Vi’s head; the younger woman is too distracted by the inside of Grayson’s home. Vi pivots slowly, staring at the decor, plush furniture, and various paintings decorating the walls. “You live here?”
“For nearly forty years.” She only got this place to make a life with you, after all. Grayson motions for Vi to follow her, then starts walking deeper into the house once she’s got Vi’s attention. “We wanted something small.”
Vi lets out a quiet, shocked laugh behind her. “‘Small.’”
Grayson grimaces, having caught her faux pas too late. “Relatively speaking.”
You’re in the back of the house, narrowing down record choices. You look up when Grayson walks into the room, then smile warmly when Vi follows. “Oh, good. I was worried you got lost.” You set the small stack of vinyls down, walk towards the two of them, then hold out your hand and introduce yourself. “You must be Violet. I’ve heard so much about you.”
Vi returns the handshake with a wary smile. “Everyone just calls me ‘Vi.’ And I’m sure the Sheriff has a few opinions about me.”
“Nothing negative, I promise.” You glance at Grayson, then wink teasingly before looking back at Vi. “Maybe a little exhausted at times, but that’s probably the caffeine withdrawals talking.”
“There’s the pot calling the kettle black,” Grayson fires back with a smirk.
You laugh, then go back to your collection of records. “So, Vi, how much experience do you have with dancing?”
“Uh…”
You bite back a smile when Vi’s voice trails off, then put a few records back on the shelf. “We’re starting from scratch, then.”
Vi’s shoulders hunch up. “Sorry.”
“Oh, no, not at all!” You wave one hand, then pull a record out of its protective paper covering and place it on the gramophone. “It’s not a problem. We’ll just start with learning how to pick out rhythm in a song.”
Grayson peers over your shoulder. “Oh, ‘River’s Waltz.’ Good choice.”
“Well, I figured a waltz would be best,” you explain as you move the gramophone arm and set the needle in place. “They always play one at the gala, and it’s an easier dance to pick up.” You turn the gramophone on, then turn to Vi once the sound of melodious strings and horns starts flowing from the speaker. “Alright, so what you’re listening for is the beat of the song. That’s the measure you’ll use to pace yourself during the dance. All waltzes are in three-four time counts.” You start clapping your hands along to the beat to illustrate your point. “Each measure in music has four counts, but a three-four count only uses three beats, then leaves the fourth as a rest –so, one, two, three, rest. One, two, three, rest.”
Vi nods, head bobbing in time with your counts. “I can kinda feel it with how the music flows.”
“Good! Very good!” You motion for her to step into the space and have her stand next to you on the rug. “So, right now, we’re just going to get you familiar with feeling that beat. Can you feel the emphasis on the first beat of every measure?”
“A little.”
Grayson watches you for a moment with a soft smile. Such a natural.
But then, that’s why you’re the Professor and she’s the Sheriff.
She picks up a book and settles in her arm chair after a couple minutes. The last thing she wants to do is make Vi uncomfortable with her staring. (Though, if she happens to steal a glance every now and then and smile at your enthusiasm, or Vi’s earnest attempts, that’s between herself and her novel.)
…
By the time the day’s lesson concludes, Vi’s advanced from finding the rhythm of a song to practicing a simple waltz.
“You’re doing well,” you assure her when Vi seems discouraged. “You’re already good on your feet. Just keep practicing and you’ll have it down handily before the gala.”
“If you’re sure.”
“I am.” You pluck a record from your extensive collection, then hand it over to Vi. “This is the Snowflake Waltz. It was one of the most popular pieces written at the height of the jazz movement. It’s played every year at the Snowdown Gala as part of tradition. The steps we worked on today will work fine with the song.”
“Right.” Vi nods, looking somewhat shell shocked. She stares down at the record case, eyes wide, then swallows hard and nods again. “Right.”
“You’re going to be fine.” You place one hand on her shoulder and smile warmly. “Look, between the two of us, if Gray could learn how to dance, then you’ll be a master by the time of the gala.”
“Slander,” Grayson fires back with a grin. “I was more than adequate at the start.”
You glance at her, then back to Vi and shake your head before laughing. “You’ll be just fine. I promise.”
“If you say so.”
“You will,” Grayson agrees with a reassuring smile. She sets her book on the coffee table, then stands with a grunt. “Come on. I’ll walk you to the trolley.”
Vi blinks rapidly. “Oh –no, it’s fine. I can –thank you, but I–”
“It’s alright. Call it safety in numbers.”
Understanding settles over Vi’s features, followed by exhausted frustration. “Yeah. Thanks, uh, Sherriff.”
She chuckles as she heads towards the front door to grab her coat. “Grayson is fine, dear.”
…
The walk down to the trolley is brisk. Even with the sun still hanging in the cloudless sky, the late Autumn wind cuts through everything in its path.
Grayson winces when a particularly biting breeze tries to snake under the collar of her coat. “How is your sister?”
“She’s… coping,” Vi answers with a pained twist of her lips. Despite wearing significantly fewer layers, the younger woman seems practically unaffected by the chill; the gifts of youth, perhaps, or just standard Zaunite hardiness. “She’s gotten good marks at the Academy this term.”
“Good. Give her my congratulations.”
“Yeah –sure. Thanks.” Vi sidesteps a Piltovan man in a light gray suit that nearly bowls her over. She scowls and jams her hands in her pockets. “Asshole.”
Grayson glares over her shoulder at the man –not that he notices, since his back is to them both–then carefully places one hand on Vi’s shoulder. “And how are you?”
“I’m fine,” Vi answers quickly, automatically.
She doesn’t buy that, but a frigid stroll to the trolley is hardly the time or place to dig into one’s psychological well-being. Grayson files the topic away for later, then moves on. “I’ve scheduled an appointment for a tuxedo fitting this coming Saturday at nine in the morning.” She nearly gives Vi the address, then reconsiders. “Perhaps I could meet you at the trolley station around half past eight?” She watches as Vi tenses, chafing against the notion of having an escort (an Enforcer escort), then squeeze’s Vi’s shoulder. “For what it’s worth, I trust you. But you know how things are up here. I’d rather you not get in trouble over nothing.”
Vi scowls, nostrils flaring in irritation and disgust. “Yeah.” She glares at the ground for a few moments, then cracks her neck before asking. “Half past eight?”
“I think that would be best, yes.”
Vi works her jaw, then nods once. “Alright. Half past eight on Saturday it is.”
…
Progress Haberdashery is nestled into a towering, multi-story, sandstone behemoth in Piltover’s fashion district. Located on the first floor on the building’s front face, the window that boasts the shop’s name in elegant, swirling gold script seems like every other shop alongside it. If you aren’t looking for it, it’s easy to pass by.
Grayson knows the shop’s location by heart; she’s been a patron of the haberdashery for decades now, after all.
Agatha Wainwright is just as Grayson remembers her –short, stocky, with large, thick, round-rimmed glasses that give her an owlish appearance. Her short, steel-colored hair is neatly styled and smoothed down with pommade, and she has a measuring tape draped over the back of her neck and a pencil tucked behind one ear. She’s scribbling on a notepad, hunched over the desk behind the front counter when Grayson ushers Vi inside, but she lifts her head and turns around when the bell for the front door rings. “Grayson!” She perks up and smiles, then bustles out from behind the front counter.
Grayson grins easily, then accepts Agatha’s hearty handshake. “It’s been too long, old friend.” She glances over at Vi –who’s distracted, unsubtly gawping at the displayed suits, accessories, and photos–then gestures at the younger woman. “This is Vi. She’ll be needing a tux fitting today for the Snowdown Gala. Vi, this is Agatha Wainwright.”
Vi starts at the mention of her name, then recovers and shakes Agatha’s hand. “Hey. Uh, nice to meet you.”
The corner of Agatha’s mouth ticks up as she nods in return. “Glad to have you. Come on back with me.” She motions for Vi and Grayson to follow her, then turns on one heel and motors towards the back of the shop. “Remind me, Gray, the Snowdown Gala is considered black tie?”
“Technically black tie creative,” Grayson replies, lengthening her stride to keep up with Agatha’s quick clip.
“Oh, good.” She half turns, still walking, and gestures loosely at Vi. “I wasn’t liking black for her. That gives us options!”
“I, uh–” Vi pauses to clear her throat. “I thought the rule was ‘black looks good on everyone.’”
“Yes and no.” Agatha turns on the light for one of her fitting rooms, then ushers Vi and Grayson inside. “Yes, black is a neutral color, which means you can pair it with any other color and it won’t clash. Yes, a lot of people wear it because that means it won’t clash with your hair, or eyes, or accessories. It’s an easy color to style with. But when you get into the chromatic value system–”
Grayson smirks teasingly when Vi shoots her a slow, wide-eyed look. “You just had to get her started.”
“Fuck off,” Agatha fires back with a grin. She rolls her eyes when Grayson chuckles, then returns her attention to Vi. “In fashion, there’s a whole system of color theory that relates to a person’s skin tone. It focuses on what colors look most flattering with which skin tones and undertones. And it’s not just about hue, but also the boldness of the color. Some people can wear really bright, bold colors, and they look absolutely wonderful in them. Some people, on the other hand, either wash out or get all shadowy in the face when they wear bolder colors.” She gestures to her own face to demonstrate. “Especially around the mouth and eyes, which ages them. And black, even though it is a neutral color, is a bold color. So, for people with such skin tones, more muted shades of gray are often more flattering.” She clasps her hands together, waits until Vi nods (albeit uncertainly), then continues. “So, in your case, just at a glance–” she gestures up and down Vi “–my immediate instinct is that black would probably look harsh on you, and that a dark gray would likely suit you better. Although…” She leans back on her heels, puts her hands on her hips, then glances at Grayson. “You said she was from the Fissure?”
“I grew up in the Lanes, yeah,” Vi answers, somewhat curt.
Agatha purses her lips, then sighs. “Black might be better, then. It’s more traditional.”
Vi frowns, upper lip curling in confusion and frustration. “I thought you just said black wasn’t a good choice.”
“If we’re working strictly off what colors best flatter you, then no, probably not,” Agatha agrees. “But it’s the most traditional choice; even though it’s black tie creative, a lot of people are still going to be in black tuxedos. A lot of people are still going to expect others to wear black tuxedos.”
“It might help deflect unwanted criticism,” Grayson adds when Vi scowls. “Think of it as a precautionary measure.”
“Do you really believe that?” Vi arches one eyebrow, then shakes her head and laughs bitterly when both Grayson and Agatha hesitate. “Let’s be realistic. The color of my damn suit isn’t going to do shit. They’ll just find something else to gossip about.” She smirks, frustrated, then gestures at herself. “I mean, it’s not like they’re lacking for choices.”
Grayson remains silent. There’s not much else to say.
“The only person I care about in all of this is my girlfriend,” Vi continues, facing Agatha. “The only reason I’m doing any of this is for her. All I care about is looking good for her and making her feel like she’s the only woman in the room that matters. Fuck tradition, pick the colors that look best.”
Agatha smiles slowly and nods. “I can respect that.” She directs Vi to stand on a wooden podium surrounded by mirrors. “First, let’s get your measurements.”
…
It starts off simply enough.
Granted, measurements aren’t generally the hard part (relatively speaking). Vi holds still, cooperates, even chats amiably with Agatha.
“Got a lot of bulk in the shoulders,” Agatha comments while scribbling on a yellow notepad. “That’ll make taking in the waist… interesting.”
“Is that a bad thing?” Vi asks, glancing between Grayson and Agatha.
Agatha shrugs. ��Does your girlfriend think it’s a bad thing?”
Grayson smothers a chuckle when Vi smirks. “It just means the tailoring will be a more involved process.”
“But I am a professional,” Agatha assures Vi as she crouches to measure Vi’s inseam. “And it won’t be the hardest job I’ve ever done. You have very nice lines, by the way. Have you considered modeling?”
Vi goes wide-eyed, then looks over at Grayson. “Uh…”
Grayson merely smiles and waves one hand.
And then there’s choosing between tuxedos.
“They look the same,” Vi says with a shrug when Agatha lays out five different, dark gray sets of tuxedos, slacks, and vests.
“It might be easier to see the difference when you have them on,” Agatha assures the younger woman.
Vi, in fact, does not see the difference.
“They still look the same,” she declares after trying on the fourth suit. “I mean, they look fine, but they’re all just gray, right? I don’t know, why not…” She twists, then points at a mannequin dressed in a pinstripe gray suit. “Why not something like that? The stripes look cool.”
“Oh.” Agatha looks at the mannequin, then back at Vi. “Well, we can look at something with a faint pinstripe, if you want, but that particular one is a suit, not a tuxedo.”
Vi blinks, expression blank. “...Aren’t they the same thing?”
Agatha blinks, then turns on one heel and picks up the fifth tux. “I’m going to pretend she didn’t say that.”
“Don’t torture the poor kid,” Grayson admonishes the seamstress when Vi shoots her a panicked look. “The easiest difference to spot is the cut of the lapels. You see here, how the buttons come up higher?” She gestures to the suit on the mannequin and waits until Vi nods. “Now, look at what you’re wearing.” She traces the line of the left lapel with one finger. “This section is larger and angled differently from a standard suit, see?”
“There’s also a difference in the fabric,” Agatha adds as she takes the fifth option out of its protective plastic covering. “The lapels and pocket trim are made from satin, and the buttons are covered in satin as well.”
“And that… matters?” Vi asks, face scrunching up in confusion. She glances between Grayson and Agatha when the two older women nod, then sighs heavily and sets her shoulders resolutely. “Alright.”
Vi opts to let Grayson and Agatha pick the most flattering tuxedo (in terms of color, since Vi’s take is that all the tuxedos are “gray”). “Sweet.” Vi starts to shrug the tuxedo jacket off. “Is that it?”
“Uh–” Agatha goes a little wide-eyed and gets the jacket back on Vi’s shoulders. “Not quite. We need to do some pinning for alterations.”
Vi frowns, confused, and glances between her own reflection and Agatha. “It looks fine, I promise.”
“It will look much better tailored to you,” Grayson interjects. “Trust me.”
Vi sighs again, then straightens up and lifts her chin. “Okay.”
And then, part way through deciding what alterations need to be made, Agatha has a realization. “Ooh, it’s black tie creative! We can play with color!” She looks up from Vi where she’s adjusting the length of the slacks. “What color dress is your girlfriend wearing?”
“Uh…” Vi looks towards the ceiling, then shrugs. “I think she said blue?”
“...Okay.” Agatha waves one hand. “Powder blue? Royal blue? Progress blue?”
“...There’s a difference?”
“We’ll have a color sample the next time we come in,” Grayson interjects when Agatha pinches the bridge of her nose.
Eventually, the two of them leave in one piece, but Vi looks almost haggard.
Grayson takes one look at the younger woman, then smiles sympathetically and clasps Vi’s shoulder with one hand. “Would you like to get something to eat? It’d be my treat.”
Vi balks. “I wouldn’t have the money to pay you back, most likely.”
The response activates her mind’s eye; it’s a dim, but still visible memory of one of the first times she asked you out for coffee. She hums and slows her pace as she reflects. “You know, my wife said something similar to me the first time I asked her out for coffee.”
Vi glances up at Grayson –then, the penny drops and she does a double-take. “Is she from Zaun?”
“Yes,” Grayson says with a nod. “Her family lived on the Entresol level.” She stops and squeezes Vi’s shoulder. “I should clarify: I would like to spend some time with you outside of the fitting. That’s why I offered up lunch. If you’d rather not, you won’t hurt my feelings by saying so.”
Vi nods slowly, looking away while she mulls it over. After a bit, she looks back at Grayson and raises one eyebrow. “Nowhere too fancy?”
Grayson chuckles and grins. “I think I know a place you’ll like just fine.”
…
She takes the Vi out to the fringes of Piltover, where the City of Progress starts to blend into the Promenade levels of Zaun. Things aren’t near as modernized out here. The buildings are smaller, more humble establishments made out of white-washed bricks and granite. The roofs are still blue, but the edges and various trimmings aren’t capped in gold. The roads are rougher, not quite so neatly tended to as in the city’s main districts.
She takes Vi through a marketplace, stopping as Vi gets distracted to tell the young woman about what the various stalls boast. She buys a bag of dried mango for them to share, then guides Vi down a side street to a shop where the front door is painted green.
Cheriqui’s has been around since her parents were children. She can still remember her grandmother and mother bringing her here for traditional tea services and Farsi practice on Saturday afternoons.
Grayson inhales deeply as she sets foot inside the deli. She’s greeted by a veritable perfume of spices –saffron, cumin, garlic, ginger, cloves. She’s carried back to memories of home –of her family working in the kitchen–and she smiles.
“Wow.” Vi gawks, staring at the deli case of breads and pastries, the bins of bulk spices along the wall next to the deli case, and the shelves of various foreign goods not typically found at “traditional” Piltovan markets. She rolls up on the balls of her feet, then lets out a low whistle at the sight of meat roasting on vertical spits and the grills in the kitchen behind the deli case. “Damn.”
Grayson ushers her towards the deli case. “How’s your tolerance for spicy food?”
Vi shrugs. “Everyone blasts their food with hot sauce in the Lanes. It’s the only way it tastes like anything.”
Grayson nods, then straightens up when a portly man with tan skin and a thick, silvering mustache approaches the deli case.
“Grayson.” The man raises one bushy eyebrow teasingly. “And here I’d thought you’d forgotten us.”
“I’d be hard pressed to forget you and your family, Abdul,” she replies, slipping into easy Farsi. She introduces Vi and Abdul to one another, then returns her focus to Abdul. “We’re here for lunch. This is Vi’s first time trying Persian cuisine.”
Abdul nods, expression lifting in understanding before settling into serious contemplation. “How’s her tolerance for heat?”
“She says it’s good.”
Abdul shoots a wayward glance at Vi, clearly skeptical, then holds up one finger before bustling back into the kitchen. He returns a few moments later and sets a tray with little cups of soup and a plate with small pieces of meat and bread atop the deli case. “Try first,” he explains to Vi in heavily accented English, “and decide how well you tolerate it, okay?”
“Right.” Vi stares at the tray, then looks over at Grayson. “What am I working with here?”
“It’s traditional Persian food,” Grayson explains, gesturing to the tray. “It’s a bit of a melting pot; many countries fall into the fold of Persian culture, so there are many regional cuisines. These–” she gestures to two of the soup cups “–are adasi, or lentil soups. The yellow one is milder, and the red one will be spicier. This one–” she gestures to the third cup “–is aush, or a thick noodle soup.” She switches her attention to Abdul. “What’s today’s recipe?”
“Chicken and barley noodles with seasonal vegetables.”
“It’s good.” Vi nods along, already halfway through the cup of yellow adasi. “What’s the meat on the plate?”
“Lamb,” Grayson answers after checking with Abdul. “But they have goat and chicken as well, if you prefer.”
“Oh, I’m not picky.” Vi lifts the sample dish of red adasi and smiles at Abdul. “This is good!”
Abdul beams, then nods his head in appreciation. “Thank you.”
There’s a commotion in the kitchen –the sound of quiet chatter, followed by dishware clacking. Then, footsteps approach. One of Abdul’s sons-in-law, Badir, appears with a small dish of shawarma style chicken. He places the dish atop the deli case, on the tray with the other samples. “She should try shawarma.”
“One moment!” A few seconds later, Badir’s wife –a short woman named Shohreh—jogs out of the kitchen with a small plate of pickled and fresh vegetables. “You forgot the toppings, silly,” she admonishes her husband. She rolls onto the balls of her feet to set the plate on the crowded tray, then smiles at Vi. “You take the bread,” she explains in English, holding up her hand as an example, “and then you add the meat, and then the vegetables. There’s pickled onion and cucumber, sauteed spinach, and tomatoes.”
Vi nods along as she follows the instructions, then folds the flatbread around the meat and vegetables and crams a decent bite into her mouth. She chews, and then her eyes roll back in her head. She lets out a pleased groan. “Oh man.” She holds the back of her hand over her mouth, then continues once she’s swallowed. “I could eat this every day.”
Grayson finds herself smiling along when Abdul, Shohreh, and Badir all grin.
There’s more noise from the kitchen –and then Abdul’s youngest, a son named Hashem, pokes his head around the corner. “Do you want to try a goat eye?”
“For shame!” Shohreh hisses and swats at her younger brother while scolding him in Farsi. “Don’t gross her out. Have some sense!”
“Wait, like, actual goat eyes?” Vi’s eyebrows spike towards her hairline. She looks at Grayson. “They have those?”
“The practice is to use the whole animal –or as much as possible, at least,” Grayson explains. “So, when you have the head, you can roast it whole, then break it down afterwards. Jowl meat, tongue, and the brains are all fair game. The eyes are edible, but they’re not necessarily… common ingredients, as it were.”
“Huh.” Vi mulls it over, then nods and turns back to the counter. “Yeah, sure.”
Abdul, Badir, Shohreh, and Hashem all freeze.
Abdul recovers first; he blinks rapidly, then frowns cautiously. “Are –are you sure?”
Vi shrugs. “Yeah, sure. Why not?”
Hashem laughs and sticks his tongue out at his sister, only to get shooed and berated back into the kitchen. He returns a couple moments later, though, with a roasted, cloudy, glistening eye and still attached, cooked through ocular muscles on a small plate.
“It should have a meaty flavor,” Grayson says as Vi gives the eye a once over.
“Yeah, it's the same with fish,” Vi reasons. “Tastes like what it came from.” And, with that, she plucks the eye up with her fingers and pops it into her mouth. She chews, nods, and grunts with approval. “‘S pretty good!”
Grayson chuckles, then shares a shrug with a slightly stunned Abdul.
…
They wind up in the corner of the deli, sitting at a table clad in a fine, white linen tablecloth.
They start with some yellow lentil aush, taftun bread, finely sliced lamb seasoned with spices, and a side plate of fresh and pickled vegetables. Then, Badir comes out with shawarma style chicken and a small dish of borani for Vi to try. Another family member follows a few moments later with a dish of savory saffron rice. A few minutes later, Shohreh comes out with two cups of fragrant mint tea.
“You’re going to have to roll me out of here,” Vi jokes. She follows Grayson’s lead, loading up a piece of taftun with some shawarma chicken, greens, and borani as a sauce, then folds the bread around her fillings of choice and bites down. She groans, nods, then chews and swallows before saying, “Janna, this is fucking good. I gotta tell Cait about this place.”
Grayson swallows, then chuckles. “I’m glad you like it.”
“I’d eat this for the rest of my life, if I could,” Vi says, unabashedly earnest. She takes a sip of her tea, then asks, “You’ve brought your wife here, yeah?”
“Many times,” Grayson answers with a nod. “She met my mother and grandmother here, and we’ve been here on several dates.”
“Oh, shit.” Vi glances at the reversed lettering on the front window, then frowns, confused. “Is this your family’s place?”
“No, no.” Grayson waves one hand dismissively. “No, the Cheriquis are just old family friends. My mother and her mother used to bring me here for tea and lessons in Farsi every week –to keep me connected with our culture.”
“Oh, okay.” Vi nods, mulling the information over. Then, she laughs and smirks. “Did your lady ever take you to Jericho’s?”
Grayson laughs and nods. “That she did.” She leans back in her seat and shakes her head. “It was… quite illuminating.”
“I bet,” Vi laughs. “Did you get sick after?”
“Like a dog,” Grayson answers with a grin.
Vi cackles and shakes her head. “I bet. You gotta grow up with that shit, or it just goes right through you.”
“You aren’t kidding.” Grayson smirks ruefully, then shakes her head when Vi laughs again. “She took good care of me while I was sick. And it was a good experience, in sum. It was… eye-opening.”
“Yeah.” Vi leans back in her seat. She watches Grayson for a long moment, drumming her fingers against her thigh, then asks, “Was that your first time in the Lanes?”
“It was,” Grayson answers with a nod. This was bound to come up eventually. “It was my first time in Zaun, actually. I’d only been on patrol in the Piltovan shopping district before then.”
Vi’s jaw tightens. “Why’d you become an Enforcer?”
The venom dripping from the word “Enforcer” is palpable, but Grayson keeps her expression neutral. “To be honest, it was a way out.” She shifts her gaze to look out the window, towards the shoppers passing the deli by. “My family…” She grimaces, then lets out a tired laugh. “They were planning on having me marry well. Do all the things that daughters traditionally do.” She looks down at the table, gaze scanning the fine texture of the tablecloth. “My father hadn’t come around by the time I was eighteen, so I enrolled in the law enforcement academy.”
“...Did your father disown you?”
“No. However, things weren’t exactly happy for a long time.”
Vi nods, expression solemn. “Did you get what you wanted, in the end?”
“I did.” Grayson nods and smiles. “I met my wife, married her, had a life with her, a career… I don’t think I could ask for more.”
“So, your dad came around?”
She shrugs and chuckles faintly. “More like my mother put her foot down.” She grimaces, then sighs. “I don’t think their marriage ever really recovered.”
“Shit.” Vi shifts in her seat. “Sorry.”
“It’s old history,” Grayson assures her with a wave of her hand. She sits forward in her seat and starts filling her plate with rice and lamb. “And, once I was old enough to know better, I stopped worrying about what my father thought.” She meets Vi’s gaze and smiles ruefully. “Some people just aren’t worth the stress.”
Vi shrugs, then loads another piece of taftun with chicken and lamb. “What’d your mom think of your wife?”
“Oh, she adored her,” Grayson replies without hesitation. “I think my mother liked her more than she liked me.”
Vi laughs, but it trails off into a strained sigh. She spoons more borani onto her plate, then mutters, “I don’t think I’ll ever have that problem with Cait’s mom.”
Grayson goes still. She considers for a moment, then reaches across the table and places one hand over Vi’s. “For what it’s worth…” She waits until Vi looks at her, then smiles reassuringly. “Her father likes you.”
Vi’s face scrunches up. “How would you know?”
“Word gets around. Official functions, that sort of thing. And everyone on the council is a massive gossip.” She retracts her hand, but when Vi’s despondent, disbelieving expression doesn’t lift, she adds, “Besides, it’s clear that Caitlyn adores you.”
Vi’s face goes as pink as her hair. She ducks her head briefly, then grins, crooked and bright. “Yeah. Cupcake’s really something.”
‘Cupcake?’ She quickly bites back a grin, but still makes a mental note to tell you about it later. That is precious–
“How is everything?”
Grayson looks up, then bites back an amused smirk when she sees Abdul approaching the table with yet another plate in hand.
“It’s amazing,” Vi gushes. “At this rate, I might just move in.” She takes note of the plate, then leans forward and cranes her neck. “What’s that?”
“Goat kebabs.” Abdul lowers the plate so Vi can see. “Would you like to–”
Vi nods and starts moving plates and bowls to make room on the table. “Bring it on!”
Grayson helps make space, then waves to Abdul as he heads back to the counter. “Alright, so there’s an easy way to get the meat and vegetables off the skewer. Hold the kebab on one end–” She picks one up to demonstrate. “And then you take your fork and push from the base so everything falls on your plate.”
“Right.” Vi mimics her, then stabs a piece of meat and grilled squash with her fork before shoving the food into her mouth. She lets out a satisfied sigh and slumps back in her seat.
Grayson grins. “Good?” She chuckles when Vi lets out an enthusiastic groan, then adds some pickled vegetables and onions to her plate.
“I hope your wife knows you’re here, Grayson.”
Grayson turns in her seat, then smiles when she sees a squat, white haired woman clad in a flowing skirt and royal blue blouse with gold embroidery shuffling over to their table. “Aunt Roshie.” She stands, steps around the end of the table, and greets the elderly woman with a kiss on each cheek. “It’s so good to see you. How are you?”
Despite being nearly ninety, Roshanak Cheriqui’s dark eyes are still clear and bright. “It’s good to see you, too, kid. And I’d be a hell of a lot better if people stopped asking me how I am. It’s the only thing anyone asks you when you’re my age! It’s boring!”
Grayson chuckles, then turns and gestures to Vi. “This is Vi. I was helping her with a tux fitting for the Snowdown Gala today, and I thought it’d be nice to bring her here for lunch. Vi,” she says, switching to English, “this is Roshanak Cheriqui. She opened this place with her husband.”
Vi glances between them, then blinks a few times before standing. “It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Cheriqui,” she says, holding out one hand.
Roshanak shakes Vi’s hand, but scoffs all the same. “Everyone knows me as Aunt Roshie,” she insists in heavily accented English. She clasps Vi’s hand and pats the back of it warmly. “You are enjoying lunch, yes?”
“Oh –it’s amazing,” Vi confirms with an enthusiastic nod of her head. “Everything tastes incredible.”
Roshanak beams, eyes crinkling around the corners. “Good!” Then, she glances at Grayson before leaning towards Vi and smiling conspiratorially. “You know, I have known Grayson since she was this big.” She gestures to her knee. “She used to come here every Saturday with Mahshid and Nasrin for our traditional tea service.”
“Yeah.” Vi nods. “She told me about that.”
“Did she tell you that she hated the dresses her mother made her wear?”
Grayson sighs and places one hand on the back of her chair to steady herself. “Aunt Roshie, I don’t think we need to–”
“One time,” Roshanak continues, undeterred, “when she was three, Grayson decided that she had enough–”
“I don’t think Vi needs to–”
“–and she got halfway out of her dress at the table before her mother stopped her.”
Vi presses her lips together and nods, though she can’t quite stop the slight snort that escapes her.
“You didn’t stop there, either.” Roshanak grins, entirely amused, up at Grayson. “Once you were older, you kept trying to sneak your tights off and get rid of them in the bathroom trash.”
Grayson sighs, resigned, and grumbles under her breath in Farsi, “They were itchy and terrible.”
“So you kept saying.” Roshanak winks at Vi, then faces Grayson. “What is it about my deli that turned you into a stripper?”
Grayson stares down at the elderly woman (who looks like the cat that caught the canary). She can feel her eyes bugging out; if you were here, she knows you’d be falling over in gleeful laughter.
Vi, to her credit, is far better versed in stoicism. She coughs quickly and presses the back of her hand over her mouth. Her shoulders and chest jump in jerky movements, but otherwise she stays composed.
Apparently satisfied with the carnage she’s wrought, Roshanak turns back to Vi. “You come back anytime you want, okay?” Once Vi nods and promises that she’ll return, Roshanak turns to Grayson and pats her arm. “As for you, bring your wife here, soon. It’s been too long since I’ve seen her.”
Grayson briefly clasps the elderly woman’s shoulder as Roshanak starts to shuffle off. “Yes, Aunt Roshie.”
“And keep your clothes on!”
Grayson closes her eyes, inhales deeply, then lets out a ragged sigh. Decades of service to the city and devotion to my wife, but that’s going to be my legacy, isn’t it? She opens her eyes, then points at a red-faced, silently snickering Vi. “Not one word.”
Vi holds up her hands in a placating gesture, then sits when Grayson does. She giggles a little, takes a long drink of mint tea, then asks, “So… Butch from the start?”
“Decidedly.” Grayson shakes her head, then drinks some tea to soothe herself. “You couldn’t move in those damn dresses. I would’ve given my left eye for a pair of trousers.” She takes another sip of tea, then adds, “I cut my own hair when I was ten.”
“No shit.” Vi cocks her head to one side, like she’s trying to envision it. “Was it long?”
“It was down to my fucking ass. It took ages to brush and braid! It was completely impractical!”
“So, you just–” Vi mimes a pair of scissors with her fingers “–had at it?”
She nods. “I took my mother’s sewing scissors, snuck into the upstairs bathroom, and started cutting everything until it was above my ears.”
“Oh, I bet that looked great,” Vi teases with a grin.
“It looked terrible,” Grayson admits with a laugh. “I think I made my mother cry. She loved styling my hair when I was a young girl.”
Vi nods, then smirks. “I tried my first side shave when I was thirteen.”
“Oh, really? How’d that go?”
Vi laughs and shakes her head. “Well, I didn’t know to cut the part I wanted shaved first–”
“Uh-oh,” Grayson interjects with a grin.
“Yeah. And, to make things worse, the clippers I were using were real fucking old, so they kept dying, like, every five minutes!”
Grayson chuckles. “Oh, great.”
Vi snorts, then shakes her head. “Vander caught me halfway through. The entire left side of my head looked like it’d gotten caught in a blender, the sink was full of hair–” She cuts herself off with a laugh. “Vander helped me finish the job, in the end. It didn’t look half bad.”
Grayson nods and chuckles. Then, she lifts her cup and holds it towards Vi. “To unconventional style choices.”
Vi grins, then lifts her cup and lightly taps it against Grayson’s.
…
They finish lunch with saffron ice cream and bamie –deep fried dough soaked in sugar syrup. Once they’re done eating, Grayson leaves a semi-comatose Vi at the table and heads to the deli case to pay the tab.
“No, no.” Abdul holds up one hand and shakes his head. “I’m not going to charge you for what we brought out to you of our own accord. It’s dishonest business.”
“I appreciate the sentiment,” she argues back in Farsi, “but we nearly ate the whole menu. It’s not reasonable–”
“As the person in charge of the business, I think I get to decide what’s reasonable.”
Grayson levels him with a flat look. “We both know that your wife decides what’s reasonable. If she didn’t, you’d still have those ridiculous sideburns.”
“They were perfectly stylish! Besides, Esther isn’t here, so that leaves me.”
“Actually, I’m pretty sure that leaves your daughter.”
“Well, she isn’t part of this conversation.”
Grayson raises one eyebrow, then leans to the side so she can see into the kitchen. “Shohreh!” she shouts. “Come talk some sense into your father!”
“What?” Shohreh’s voice echoes out of the kitchen. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing!” Abdul shouts back. “Ignore this poor, senile old woman.” He grins when Grayson glares playfully at him. “She has dementia! She’s imagining things!”
“I’m not imagining those ugly-ass loafers you promised Esther you’d get rid of.”
Abdul purses his lips together, then shuffles closer to the deli case to better block any view of his feet. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She smirks. “If you don’t want your wife to know what I’m talking about, let me pay the tab.”
Abdul places one hand over his heart and feigns a gasp. “Blackmail? From the Sheriff?”
“If we’re talking misconduct, what you’re doing could technically be construed as a bribe–”
“Oh, enough, both of you.” Roshanak shuffles to the front and fixes both of them with a stern, matronly glare. “I could hear you two from the pantry. Aren’t you two too old to be bickering like children?”
“Sorry, mama.”
“Sorry, Aunt Roshie.”
Roshanak purses her thin lips as she looks between the two of them –apparently none too satisfied with their unrepentant expressions–then scoffs and waves one hand. “Brats, the both of you. And as the co-founder of this establishment–” she turns her focus to Grayson alone “–I say our hospitality is ours to give.”
Grayson relents with a sigh (and makes a mental note to put what’s left of the tab in the tips jar Hashem has out for his Academy fund). “Alright. If that’s what you want.”
Roshanak nods, then sets a pale yellow, square box on the counter with the family name in dark green on the side. “And these are for your wife.”
Grayson peeks through the cellophane window on top of the box –more bamie and baklava–and smiles. “Thank you. She’ll enjoy these.” She considers, then says, “But I am paying for these.”
Roshanak shakes her head. “No–”
“She would want me to,” Grayson insists –because you would. She smiles when Roshanak relents with a sigh and a wave of her hand, then turns back to Abdul. “Now, what does this leave us at?”
…
She walks Vi back to the trolley, then takes a longer route home. It does a world of good –if only because she’s less likely to pass out on the couch from the sheer volume of food she ate for lunch.
You’re in the back of the house, where the two of you keep the bulk of your books and the record player. You’re curled up in your arm chair –a plush, quilted emerald green seat–with a book in your lap and a cup of tea on the end table between your chair and hers. You smile and look up when she walks in –then your jaw drops when you see the box tucked under her arm. “You went to Cheriquis?”
“I took Vi there for lunch,” Grayson defends herself. “She was a bit overwhelmed after the initial tux fitting –speaking of, don’t let me forget to sleuth out the color of Caitlyn’s dress; Agatha needs a swatch to work with.” She walks over to your chair, bends to give you a kiss, then holds out the box to you. “Aunt Roshie sent these home for you.”
“Oh, bless her.” You slide your thumbnail through the sticker holding the box shut, then lift the lid. You select a perfectly round bamie, bite through half of it, then close your eyes and let out a blissful groan. “I haven’t been to Cheriqui’s in forever and a day. And, if we’re on the topic of reminders, don’t let me forget to book a reservation there for my senior’s final’s study group.”
“I’ll do my best.” She sits in her chair with a muted groan. “How has your day been?”
You wave one hand dismissively. “Literally nothing has happened. I’ve been utterly unproductive.” You grin when she chuckles, then finish off your bamie before holding the box out to her.
Grayson holds up one hand to turn you down. “Gods, no. We practically ate the whole damn menu.”
“Oh.” You blink, then smile. “Oh. Was it Vi’s first time trying Persian food?” When she nods, you laugh lightly. “That was a dangerous admission to make. I nearly passed out the first time you took me to Cheriqui’s.”
“Vi was in a similar state to you when we left,” Grayson says. “But she enjoyed herself –and the family enjoyed her, too.”
“I can’t fathom how she wouldn’t. I’m glad they liked her, though!”
“I’ll say.” She smirks. “I think they were all impressed when she ate a goat’s eye.”
Your eyes widen, and your brows spike towards your hairline. “Yeah, that’d do it.” You laugh. “How’d she handle it?”
“Apparently, she’s familiar with fish head stew, so it didn’t faze her.”
You nod. “The food in the Lanes is definitely rustic.”
“You don’t say!” She grins when you laugh, then shakes her head. “She met Aunt Roshie, too –she wants you to stop by soon, by the way.”
“Oh, twist my arm. What did Roshie think of Vi?”
“I think she liked Vi –but I think she liked telling Vi stories about me trying to get out of my dresses and tights as a kid.” She pauses when you snicker, then sighs and adds in a resigned tone, “And she definitely liked asking me ‘what about her deli turns me into a stripper’ in front of Vi.”
You burst into delighted cackles and clap your hands together. You rock back in your chair –hard enough that your chair scoots back slightly. “She did not!”
“Oh, she did.” Grayson grimaces. “In English.”
“Oh, Janna!” You clutch at your sides as tears of mirth stream down your face. “Bless that woman. I absolutely adore Roshie.” You wipe your cheeks, then your eyes, all while giggling. “Oh, I wish I could’ve been there for that!”
She can’t help but smile, exasperation aside. “I don’t doubt it.”
Once you regain some coherency, you shift so you’re sitting properly in your chair once more and look at her. “How’d the fitting go?”
“It went alright. I think Vi was overwhelmed, though.”
“By Agatha, or by the process?”
“By the process.” Grayson drums her fingers against the arm of her chair. “I mean –I know how things were for you, at the start. You certainly know how they were for you.”
“I do,” you agree while nodding slowly. Your expression is grim, lips pressed into a tight line. “I also know that they don’t always get better on a bigger scale.”
“I know.” She sighs, weary, and folds her hands in her lap. And Vi doesn’t seem like the type to take the route of “blending in.”
The first few years of your relationship had been a brutal, rude awakening. Not just in seeing the destitution of Zaun for the first time –and being lightly hazed with what Jericho thought was passable as food–but realizing just how much Piltovans hated anyone from the Undercity.
You’d had to scrape and fight your way through university; she hadn’t witnessed it personally, but you’d told her horror stories about professors docking points because you didn’t have a surname to list on your assignments. Or marking you down during presentations because your accent was different. Or refusing to let you attend office hours without security present because they were “concerned” for their “wellbeing.”
She’d heard stories about you getting harassed at work by colleagues and bosses, only for human resources to do nothing. She’d witnessed the harassment once –one of your male coworkers had slapped you on the ass–and she’d had to go up the chain of directors and presidents as a Captain in the ranks of the Enforcers before any recourse was afforded.
She’d had extended family members sit her down for countless interventions when she’d proposed to you. They’d cited rampant crime and drug abuse in the Undercity, how you’d bring unbearable baggage with you, how your reputation and “status” would harm her career and ability to climb the ladder. Hell, she’d had ex-girlfriends come crawling out of the woodwork and try to interfere with your relationship, only to later find out that several meddling aunts had orchestrated the whole nightmare. She’d married you anyway –and sent them all notices in the mail that they were not invited to the wedding or reception.
People used to nearly walk over you in the streets. Men would catcall you, or call you a “bitch in lady’s clothing.” Women would whisper to their companions and laugh at you, regardless of whether you were in earshot or not. People would come up and talk to her without once addressing you, or even looking in your direction.
There was one glorious incident, shortly after she’d been promoted to Lieutenant, when she’d gotten a call from her patrolmen about a drunk and disorderly complaint. She’d shown up at a local shop, only to find you in cuffs –and utterly sober, no less.
She doesn’t remember much of what she said while dressing down her patrolmen. She’s heard, however, that she made one man throw up afterwards, just from sheer terror.
It’s not as bad as it used to be. The people who remember you as an Undercity hopeful aren’t really around anymore. You’ve got the right clothes, a respectable career, and several awards and accreditations in journalism under your belt. People know you as a professor now. As her wife.
Somehow, I don’t think Vi wants to be known just as Caitlyn Kiramman’s wife, she thinks to herself.
“Gray.” You squeeze her hand. “Where’d you go?”
She inhales sharply as you drag her out of her reverie. “Nowhere, really.” She clears her throat. “I was thinking about how things were for you when we first got together. How… how hard it was.”
You smile reassuringly. “It wasn’t all bad. I had you.”
Grayson smiles back, then takes your hand in hers. “I’m flattered, but we both know it was terrible.” When you wince, but don’t say anything else, she continues. “I suppose I’m worried that Vi will have a harder time of it. You…” Her voice trails off, and then she grimaces. Shit. How do I say this without being insulting?
“I blended in better?” you surmise with an arched eyebrow and a smirk.
“I don’t see Vi adopting popular hairstyles or covering her tattoos,” Grayson allows in an attempt to be tactful. “Or attending university.”
“She shouldn’t have to,” you point out.
“I know,” she agrees. “I just…” She sighs, then squeezes your hand. “It’s been a long time since I’ve felt powerless like this. I haven’t missed it.”
You coo softly and cock your head to one side. “You’ve become very fond of her.”
“She’s a good kid,” Grayson admits, emphatic. “She has a good heart. And I’d hoped this city had grown out of its prejudices over the past couple of decades, but…”
“But it hasn’t,” you finish, soft and sympathetic, when her voice trails off.
“But it hasn’t,” she echoes wearily. She rubs the bridge of her nose with her other hand. “I’m so tired of the fucking bureaucratic bullshit.”
“Easy, love.” You rub small circles against the back of her hand with your thumb. “Focus on what you can do, not what you can’t.”
I’m the Sheriff of Piltover. I should be able to do whatever I damn well like. She huffs, but sets aside the mental grousing for more productive lines of thinking. “I might get a new tux for the gala.”
You blink a few times, then frown. “...Okay?”
“Vi went with a charcoal colored tuxedo,” she explains. “In all due fairness, Agatha recommended it.”
“Ah.” Your confused expression settles into a small, melancholy smile. “A non-traditional color choice.”
“I think I’ll pick up something non-traditional, too. Just so Vi isn’t the single odd duck out.”
Your eyes crinkle around the corners as your smile grows. “That’s sweet of you. What color do you think you’ll get?”
She shrugs. “Maybe silver. It’d be a winter color, at least.”
“Ooh.” Your eyes light up. “You’d look good in silver. Very distinguished.”
She grins at you. “I’m glad you have your approval.”
You grin, then wink. “I bet you’ll look good out of it, too.”
Grayson laughs, heartfelt. Then, she leans over and kisses you.
#sass writes#grayson x reader#arcane grayson#grayson arcane#enforcer grayson#happy new year everybody!#finally a nice wholesome fic for the new year#odant#grayson lowkey highkey adopts vi as her gay butch baby#pls excuse the nebulous worldbuilding#i went with some middle eastern culture -iranian specficially#bc grayson's va is iranian#but a lot of the sources i used referenced persian food and culture#and i wasn't sure if there was a region in LoL that would square with the middle east let alone iran#so i used the term persian pls don't kill me#no smut in this one sorry lmao
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