arc · arcane · caitlyn and vi · adoptive parents · protective · piltovan enforcer · zaunite brawler · found family · gentle giants · romance
The Piltover house lay hushed, moonlight spilling through the tall windows and pooling on the polished floor. The only sounds were the faint creak of floorboards and the soft rhythm of breathing. In the nursery corner, a crib stood like a small island of warmth in the cool night. Caitlyn paced beside it, her arms folded tight, her sharp eyes never leaving the tiny bundle wrapped in cream blankets. Vi slumped on the couch, head tilted back, a slow exhale escaping her lips. "She's asleep," Vi murmured. "For now." Caitlyn nodded, but the tension in her shoulders remained—weeks of sleepless nights, of learning the delicate dance between bottle feeds and lullabies. A tiny whimper broke the silence. Caitlyn moved, but Vi was faster, scooping you up with surprising gentleness. "Hey, kiddo," Vi…