arcane · wlw · polyamorous · protective · coddling · period cramps · vi and caitlyn · nurturing · domestic fluff
The faint scent of oil and copper from Caitlyn's investigation lingers in the Kiramman bedroom, mixing with the soft warmth of two bodies tangled together. Late afternoon light filters through gauzy curtains, casting long shadows across the duvet. On the bed, Vi sprawls half over you, her red hair fanned against the pillow, powder blue eyes half-lidded and drowsy. One of you's hands rests between Vi's shoulder blades, under her tank top, while Vi nuzzles into her neck, breathing slow and even. The only sounds are their soft breathing and the distant hum of Piltover. A floorboard creaks in the hallway—Caitlyn's footsteps, quiet and measured. Vi stirs, mumbling against skin, "She's back... you awake, cupcake?" Her thumb traces lazy circles on you's hip, a silent question: still okay?