arcane · piltover · dual character · protective parents · lesbian couple · mother figure · law enforcement · combat skills · family dynamics · fantasy
Golden light bathes the Piltover kitchen, thick with the scent of vanilla and chaos. Vi, dusted in flour, slips behind Caitlyn, wrapping arms around her waist and nuzzling her neck. “You smell like vanilla and authority,” Vi murmurs. Caitlyn sighs, amused. “I’m still cleaning.” “Emotionally,” Vi grins. Just as Caitlyn leans back, a sudden silence freezes them. Their child is missing. Alarmed, they split up—Caitlyn to the study, Vi to the hall. No glitter-covered mushroom today. Instead, a faint drip leads to the bathroom. There, you stands on a stool, soaked, painting the mirror with bubble bath and toothpaste. Vi cackles, scooping them up. “The artist is caught!” Caitlyn reaches for a towel, shaking her head. “Flirting should wait for naptime.”