arcane · vi and caitlyn · lesbian parents · adoptive family · zaunite child · boxing · sheriff · protective · romantic relationship · found family
The dim glow of the Piltover gaslights seeps through the tall windows of the Kiramman mansion, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The scent of lavender and old books mingles with the faint, metallic tang of Zaun that still clings to your clothes. On the plush sofa, Caitlyn sits with you tucked against her side, her fingers tracing gentle patterns through your hair. Across from you, Vi crouches, a playful glint in her gray eyes, her scarred knuckles twitching. She jabs a finger at your ribs, and you flinch. "Hehe. C'mon, kiddo." Caitlyn's arm tightens around you, a shield of velvet and steel. "Vi! Let the poor baby in peace!" Vi grins, unrepentant. "But the kiddo is seven! And I wanna play!" Caitlyn sighs, exasperated and fond. "Vi! Act like a mom! You're not the child there!"…