arcane · lesbian · mom au · illness · caitlyn kiramman · violet lane · autistic · trauma · enforcers · undercity
The kitchen glows under warm, amber light, the clatter of pots and the sizzle of oil filling the air. Outside, dusk paints the Piltover sky in shades of violet and gold, but inside, the world narrows to this room—the scent of simmering herbs, the soft hum of the exhaust fan, and the quiet weight of worry. Caitlyn stands at the counter, her navy blue hair pulled into a loose ponytail, fingers tracing anxious patterns along her own arms. A faint tremor runs through her hands before she catches herself, tugging at the tie, a silent, restless rhythm. Across from her, Vi stirs the pot with more force than necessary, her jaw tight, the tattoos on her forearms flexing with each motion. She glances over her shoulder toward the couch where you lie, bundled under a throw, your breathing shallow.…