The shooting range beneath Piltover’s enforcement headquarters was nothing like Elara had imagined.

For one thing, it was enormous.

The moment they stepped inside, her eyes went wide. The air smelled faintly of oil and polished metal, mixed with the distant sharp crack of gunfire echoing somewhere deeper in the building. Everything gleamed with that unmistakable Piltover style, brass fittings along the walls, sleek mechanisms built into the shooting bays, and polished floors reflecting the bright overhead lights.

Elara turned slowly in place as they walked.

Her eyes were everywhere.

People, some in uniform some not, moved calmly around them, some carrying equipment, others chatting casually as if the sound of distant gunshots was the most normal thing in the world. Her heart, meanwhile, was pounding like a drum.

“This place is huge,” she whispered.

Cait walked beside her, hands loosely clasped behind her back in that very official way she seemed to adopt whenever she was in public.

“Yes,” she said matter-of-factly. “It was expanded about twelve years ago when Piltover updated the enforcer training protocols.”

Elara looked up immediately. “They did?” she asked as if she actually understood what Cait was talking about

“Oh yes,” Cait continued, already fully in lecture mode. “Originally the range only had six shooting lanes and entirely mechanical targets. Quite inefficient, really. Now the targets are run through a central control system and they are far more advanced in movements”

They turned into a narrow hallway. On their left, thick reinforced glass stretched along the wall, revealing the actual shooting range beyond it.
Elara stopped dead. Rows of shooting lanes extended deep into the room. Targets hovered on adjustable rails, sliding forward and backward with mechanical precision. Some moved side to side, others rotated and some hovered. Small glowing markers blinked on and off across different sections.

Enforcers stood in position at the firing lines, their focus absolute. Each shot echoed sharply.
Elara pressed closer to the glass, practically vibrating with excitement.

“They are flying!”
Cait nodded calmly, continuing her explanation as if she were giving a lecture at the academy.

“Yes. Variable distance and movement simulation. It helps train accuracy under unpredictable conditions.”

Elara’s eyes darted from one target to another.
“Whoa…”

Cait gestured slightly as they continued down the corridor. “Each lane has its own control panel,” she explained. “Distance can be adjusted anywhere from five to fifty metres. The targets can also simulate erratic movement, which is particularly useful for training in… less cooperative environments.”

Elara was hanging on every word. “What happens if someone misses?” she asked quickly.

“Well,” Cait replied, completely unfazed, “that depends on the exercise. Sometimes the system simply records accuracy. Other times it deducts points for missed shots or delayed reaction times.”

Elara’s mouth dropped open slightly. “There’s points?!”

“Of course.”

They continued walking toward the reception desk at the end of the hallway. Elara kept glancing back through the glass like she might miss something.

“Also,” Cait continued smoothly, clearly enjoying herself now, “the range has several safety layers built into the structure. The walls behind the targets are reinforced steel with impact-dampening plates to prevent ricochets.”

Elara blinked. “Rico—what?”

“Ricochets,” Cait repeated patiently. “When a projectile strikes a hard surface and deflects unpredictably.”
“Oh.” Elara considered this very seriously.
“That sounds bad.”

“Yes,” Cait said calmly. “Which is precisely why we try to avoid it.”

Elara nodded with deep approval. Cait gave a small satisfied smile. By the time they reached the reception desk, Elara was practically buzzing.
Her eyes were still darting around the place, soaking in every detail like a sponge.

“You know,” she said quietly, looking up at Cait with bright excitement, “this is the coolest place I’ve ever been.”

Cait allowed herself a small, pleased smile.
“I rather suspected you might think so.”

They reached the main desk at the end of the corridor, where a broad-shouldered officer sat behind a polished brass counter, reviewing a stack of forms. The glow of a desk lamp reflected off the metal fixtures behind him, rows of cabinets, equipment drawers, and neatly labelled racks.

Caitlyn approached with her usual composed confidence. “Good afternoon, Jake.”

The officer looked up and immediately straightened. “Sheriff.”

Then his eyes drifted down to the small figure beside her. Elara stood very straight, trying her absolute best to look official.

Cait rested a gentle hand on the girl’s shoulder.
“I would like to introduce you to someone rather special,” she said. “This is Elara Gerhard. She’s a Zaunite and my very special friend … she also happens to be an aspiring enforcer. Elara this is Jake, he's a very dear friend and he runs this place”

"Nice to meet you Jake" Elara reache3out her small hand very seriously.

Jake’s brows rose with genuine interest.
“Well now. How very nice to meet you Elara" he shook her hand firmly leanings forward slightly over the counter, his voice lowering as if sharing a secret.

“And how old might our future officer be?”

Elara lifted her chin proudly. “Six.”

The man blinked once, then broke into a wide smile. “Six, huh?”

"She expressed a wish to learn how to shoot." Cait explained "So if we can enroll her please and choose a suitable equipment for her"

"Absolutely, it would be my pleasure"

He leaned back, turning to glance thoughtfully at the wall behind him where several training rifles hung in neat rows.

“Hm,” he muttered to himself, rubbing his chin. “Now what would be a good fit…”

Elara watched him like he was selecting treasure.

Jake stepped out from behind the desk and pulled a measuring tape from his pocket.

“Let’s see what we’re working with.”

Elara stood perfectly still while he measured her height.

“Not bad,” he said thoughtfully. “Not bad at all.”

Cait smiled satisfied qnd gave a small wink to Elara.

“When I first trained here, I used the Mark III junior rifle." Cait explained "It’s light enough for her size and the balance sits comfortably.”

Jake nodded immediately.

“That’s exactly what I was thinking.”

He walked back behind the desk and opened one of the cabinets, carefully lifting out a slim training rifle designed for beginners. It gleamed softly under the overhead lights, clearly well maintained.

Cait accepted it from him and knelt slightly beside Elara. “Alright,” she said softly. “Let’s see how it feels.”

She guided the rifle gently into the girl’s hands, adjusting her grip with calm precision.
“Here. Support the weight here… and keep your shoulder steady.”

Elara’s tongue poked slightly from the corner of her mouth as she concentrated.

“How does that feel sweet pee?” Cait asked.

Elara shifted the rifle slightly.

“…Good,” she said after a moment. “I suppose.”

Cait studied her stance, clearly satisfied.

“Very good.”

"Right then" Behind the desk, Jake slid a few forms across the counter. “Just a bit of paperwork,” he said casually."I trust you have a permission from her parent or a guardian?"

"Yes of course." Cait produced a letter from Gerhard out of her bag.

"Good...that seems all fine." Jake confirmed after glancing at it. "I guess we can proceed with the enrolment then." He said sliding a bunch of paperwork over the desk in front of Cait.

She picked up a pen and began filling out the forms with quick, neat strokes.

“Will she be training with a tutor?” Jake asked.

Cait nodded without looking up, “I’ll be overseeing her instruction myself.”

Jake chuckled softly and looked down at Elara.

“Well then,” he said warmly, “there’s no better teacher in the whole of Piltover." He gestured toward Cait with a respectful nod."You are one very lucky lady. Sheriff is a best sharpshooter this city’s ever had. And that’s saying something.”

Elara’s eyes widened as she looked up at Cait with fresh admiration.

Jake then reached beneath the counter and produced a small book. Its cover was deep blue, embossed with elegant gold lettering. He handed it to Elara.

The title read:"First Guide to Percision Shooting"

Elara took it carefully, as if it were something very important.

“Study that,” he said with a wink. “Every great shooter starts somewhere. And this little thing is all the basics you will need.”

"Thank you" she said quietly opening the first page.

Then he turned toward a small machine sitting on the side of the desk. It hummed softly as he adjusted a metal plate inside, something that looked suspiciously like the key-cutting machines used by locksmiths in Zaun.

Elara recognised it immediately. She watched with intense focus as the machine whirred and clicked.
A few moments later, Jake turned back toward them. In his hand was a small leather sleeve.
He handed it to Elara.
"This is your membership card" he said "Don’t  lose it and remember to always bring it with you."

"Thank you" small voice replied with a proud smile as she opened the sleave.

Inside was polished gold card. The metal gleamed under the lights, engraved neatly with her name in the centre and elegant amblem of Piltover in the corner.

Elara stared at it like it was the most important object in the world.

Cait placed a proud hand on her shoulder.
“Well,” she said warmly. “Welcome to the club, my dear.”

.....


The shooting lanes were quieter than the main hall, the thick walls swallowing most of the noise from the other ranges. A faint smell of oil and metal hung in the air, mixed with the occasional distant crack of a shot from further down the line.

Cait and Elara stood in one of the smaller training lanes reserved for beginners.

In front of them, a target hovered on the rail about ten meters away, its bright center marker glowing faintly.

Elara was almost vibrating with excitement.

Cait, however, was in full teacher mode.
“Alright,” she said calmly, setting the rifle carefully on the bench between them. “Before we even think about shooting, we need to talk about the weapon itself.”

Elara nodded immediately, leaning forward and resting her chin on her palms with intense focus.

Cait picked up the rifle and held it sideways so the girl could see it clearly. “This,” she began, “is the Mark III junior training rifle. It’s designed specifically for beginners, which means it’s lighter and has very little recoil.”

Elara blinked. “Recoil?”
“The kick the weapon gives when you fire it,” Cait explained smoothly. “The force travels back through the stock into your shoulder.”

Elara nodded very seriously. “Kick. Got it.”

Cait smiled faintly and pointed to the front of the rifle. “This is the barrel,” she said. “The projectile travels through here when you fire. Which means it must always point somewhere safe.”

Elara immediately straightened. “Never point it at people.”

“Exactly.”

"Dad keeps saying that."

"Smart dad" Cait’s eyes warmed slightly.

She tapped a small metal piece near the back.
“This is the safety. When it’s engaged, the rifle cannot fire. Watch.”

She slid the switch with a quiet click.
“Safety on.” Then another click. “Safety off.”

Elara leaned closer. “Ooo.”

Cait turned the rifle slightly.
“And this,” she said, touching the curved metal loop, “is the trigger guard. It protects the trigger so it isn’t pulled accidentally.”

She tapped the trigger lightly.

“You only place your finger here when you are ready to shoot. Never before.”

Elara nodded again, committing the rule to memory.

Cait then pointed to the back of the rifle.
“This part is the stock. It rests against your shoulder and helps absorb the recoil.”

She demonstrated, lifting the rifle to her shoulder smoothly. “Like this.”

Elara watched like it was the most fascinating thing she had ever seen.

Cait lowered the rifle again and folded a small lever underneath it. “The rifle can also be folded for transport,” she explained, showing how the mechanism clicked into place. “But we only do that when it’s unloaded and secured.”

Elara’s eyes darted over every detail.

“What’s that part?” she asked, pointing at the small adjustable piece near the top.

“Good question,” Cait said approvingly.
“That’s the sight. The most important part. It helps you line up your shot so the projectile goes exactly where you want it.”

She adjusted it slightly.

“With practice, you’ll learn how to align the front sight with the target.”

Elara leaned closer to the rifle like it was a puzzle she wanted to solve.

Cait then placed it gently back into the girl’s hands.

“Now,” she said calmly, stepping behind her, “let’s talk about how to hold it properly.”

She gently adjusted Elara’s stance. “Feet apart. Good.” Then her hands. “Left hand supports the barrel. Right hand here.” She carefully moved Elara’s shoulder. “And the stock rests here. Comfortable?”

Elara shifted slightly, concentrating very hard.

“…Yeah.”

Cait stepped back just enough to observe her.

The girl was holding the rifle a little stiffly, but correctly.

Cait’s lips curved into a proud little smile.
“Very good,” she said.

Elara beamed. “So…” she whispered excitedly.
“Do I get to shoot now?”

Cait raised a finger immediately. “One more thing.”

Elara groaned dramatically.

Cait folded her arms. “The most important rule of shooting.”

Elara straightened again. "Don’t shoot people." She giggled

Cait met her eyes and couldn't help but laugh.
"Yes...that one definitely....the other one is you must always be calm.”

Elara blinked.

“No rushing. No excitement controlling your hands.” She leaned slightly closer.
“You breathe. You focus. And then you take the shot.”

Elara nodded slowly. “…Okay.”

Cait continued  to show her how to load the rifle, rubber bullets this time. Then she reached forward and gently lowered the safety.

The small click sounded very loud in the quiet lane. “Alright,” Cait said softly. “Now you may try.”

Cait stepped slightly to the side, but stayed close enough that Elara could feel her presence just behind her shoulder.

“Alright,” she said softly.

Elara was holding the rifle exactly the way Cait had shown her, feet planted, little shoulders squared, tongue peeking out the corner of her mouth in fierce concentration.

Cait leaned in just a little. “Remember,” she murmured, calm and steady. “Slow breath in.”

Elara inhaled.

“Good,” Cait continued. “Now line up the sight with the center of the target.”

Ten meters away the glowing marker hovered.

Elara adjusted the rifle slightly. The barrel wobbled for a second in her tiny hands.

Cait gently placed two fingers under the front of the rifle, steadying it just enough. “Let the weapon rest,” she advised. “Don’t fight it.”

Elara nodded slowly.

“Now breathe out.”

Elara exhaled.

“Easy,” Cait whispered. “Now… squeeze the trigger. Don’t pull it.”

Elara’s small finger tightened carefully. The rifle gave a soft kick into her shoulder. The sound echoed sharply down the lane. Elara blinked in surprise. Both of them looked up toward the target. The small hole had appeared slightly off-center, but not by much.

Cait’s eyebrows lifted in genuine surprise. “Well.”

Elara slowly lowered the rifle. “…Did I hit it?”

Cait looked back at her with a proud smile already forming. “You did.”

Elara’s eyes widened. “Really?!”

Cait nodded toward the target. “Not the center,” she admitted honestly, “but not far from it either.”

She folded her arms, looking rather impressed.
“Which, I should mention, is very good for a first shot.”

Elara stared at the target like she had just conquered a mountain. “I hit it,” she whispered.

Cait leaned down slightly so they were eye level.
“Not bad at all, officer.”

Elara turned to her with a huge grin.

Cait ruffled her hair lightly. “Most beginners miss the target entirely their first time.”

Elara looked back at the target with new determination. “…Can I try again?”

Cait chuckled softly. “I suspected you might ask that.”

She reset the target, the rail humming quietly as it slid back into position.

“Alright,” Cait said calmly, stepping back behind her again. “Let’s see if we can make the next one even better.”

.....


That evening the study was quiet, lit by the warm glow of a single desk lamp and the faint orange flicker of the fireplace across the room. Papers were spread neatly over Caitlyn’s desk, reports, notes, and a few folders stacked with careful precision. Cait sat leaning over them, pen moving steadily as she made a few final notes in the margins. She didn’t hear Vi at first. Only when a pair of familiar arms slid loosely around her shoulders did she look up, her lips already curving into a smile.

Vi leaned down, brushing a slow kiss along the side of her neck. “Hey.”

Cait leaned slightly into the touch, her eyes closing for a second. “Sorry darling,” she murmured, still holding her pen. “Give me five minutes and I’ll go get ready.”
Vi sighed and dropped onto the edge of Cait’s desk, long legs stretching out in front of her. “I wish you didn’t work on Saturdays.”

Cait glanced up at her with an amused look.
“You and me both.”

Vi gestured vaguely at the sea of papers. “So what’s so urgent that it can’t wait until Monday?”

Cait set the pen down and rubbed the bridge of her nose, the fatigue showing now that someone had pointed it out.

“Warehouse break-in evidence,” she said tiredly. “A handful of petty crimes reported during the week that I haven’t had time to process yet… and I’m finishing the report on bonuses for the enforcers that I have to submit to the council next week.”

She exhaled slowly.

“It’s simply… too much work piled on top of the private investigation.” Her fingers drifted absently through a stack of papers. “I haven’t had time to go through any of this properly. And I have a briefing on Monday.”

Vi watched her for a moment, then slid a little closer along the desk. “I’ll help.”

Cait looked up immediately. “I don’t want to bother you with paperwork,” she said gently. “I know how much you hate it.”

Vi scoffed. “Don’t be ridiculous.” She leaned forward, propping one elbow on the desk.
“Of course I’m gonna help you if I can.”

She paused, tilting her head slightly. “I may not enjoy it buuuut…” She leaned closer, brushing her lips lightly over Cait’s. “…I will enjoy the extra time with you.”

Cait was already smiling when their lips met. The kiss was soft, unhurried. Familiar in the most comforting way.

Cait lifted a hand and slid her fingers into Vi’s hair, threading gently through the short strands at the back of her head.

When they finally pulled apart, Cait’s thumb traced slowly across Vi’s lower lip. Her eyes softened. “Alright,” she said quietly. “I’ll accept the help.”

Vi grinned.

“But,” Cait added, raising a finger slightly.
“On one condition.”

Vi’s brow lifted.

“If you find it too much,” Cait said softly, “you tell me.” Her hand slid down, resting lightly against Vi’s cheek. “I know you’re putting on a brave face,” she continued. "But you're not yourself yet." Her gaze searched Vi’s face gently. “I want you to enjoy some quiet time for yourself.”

Then one eyebrow lifted in playful accusation.
“Which, I might add, has been rather scarce recently.”

Vi’s mouth curved into that crooked, warm smile Cait adored. “That’s just the charm of our relationship.”

Cait laughed softly under her breath. “Chaos?”

“Excitement,” Vi corrected.

She slid off the desk and leaned down again, pressing a lingering kiss to Cait’s temple. “And don’t worry,” she murmured. “We’ll get through your mountain of paperwork.”

Cait leaned her head briefly against Vi’s shoulder, allowing herself a small moment of rest. “With you helping,” she said quietly, “I might even survive it.”

Vi pushed herself off the desk with a groan, stretching her back like a cat. “Well, wrap it up then ...Since you just hired yourself an assistant.”

Cait let out a quiet laugh. “That promotion came rather quickly.”

Vi smirked. “Union rules....I'm gonna go and hit the shower "

Cait giggled, her hand slipped around Vi’s wrist, tugging her gently back. “You already smell delicious,” she murmured, leaning in.

Vi snorted softly, but the protest never quite made it out as Cait’s lips found hers for a brief, warm kiss. Soft. Familiar. Promising more later.

When they pulled apart, Vi’s grin had returned.
“Careful,” she said, backing toward the door. “You keep doing that and your assistant might start expecting benefits.”

"You never know, they might come sooner than you expected." Cait smiled cheeky.

Vi laughed under her breath as she was leaving.

The study fell quiet again. Cait sat  for a moment, watching the empty doorway with a faint smile lingering on her lips. Then she turned back to the battlefield waiting on her desk.
The smile faded slightly as she looked over the piles of reports and folders.

“Good heavens,” she muttered.

With a long sigh, she picked up her pen, and returned to the work in front of her.

.....

The soft light of the desk lamp spilled over Caitlyn’s desk and over the piles of papers as if emphasising the amount of work in fron of her. She sighed, the sound a mix of exhaustion and irritation. She rubbed the bridge of her nose, the faint scent of old parchment and expensive ink clinging to her fingertips. The stack of reports and requisition forms had seemed endless, a mountain of responsibility that had threatened to swallow her whole evening. But not anymore. With methodical precision, she slid the papers into their designated drawer, the finality of the action a promise to herself. Work was done for today. She had enough. And if she was to enjoy the rest of her evening she had to move away from it.

She moved through the quiet halls of the manor, the grand space feeling less imposing and more like a home with every step she took towards the stairs. Upstairs, a faint sound met her ears, the steady, rhythmic patter of water against tile, and beneath it, the low, almost inaudible hum of a voice singing. A smile touched Caitlyn’s lips.

Vi.

Of course, she was still in the shower. Vi treated the hot water with a reverence that was both heartbreaking and endearing. Seven years without it, seven years of cold, grime, and the chill of a prison cell, had turned a simple shower into a daily act of indulgence. She would stay in there until the water ran cold, lost in the steam, sometimes humming old Zaunite tunes, sometimes just standing there, letting the warmth seep into her bones. It was her private ritual, and Caitlyn found the quiet vulnerability of it utterly captivating.

A wave of weariness washed over Caitlyn, but it was followed by a stronger current of longing. The thought of that warm water, of Vi’s slick, soapy skin, of the simple comfort of being held… it was a far more compelling proposition than the pile of obligations. She needed this. Needed her.

In the privacy of their bedroom, Caitlyn shed her clothes. The stiff, high-collared jacket, the tailored trousers, the constricting boots, all of it fell away until she was standing bare.

The cool air raised goosebumps on her skin, a stark contrast to the warmth she was about to seek. She took a deep breath, her heart already beating a little faster in anticipation, and pushed open the bathroom door.

The room was a paradise of steam, thick and white, clinging to the mirrors and the marble walls. It smelled of lavender soap and Vi. Through the fogged glass of the shower door, she could see the familiar, strong silhouette of her girlfriend, head tilted back under the spray, water cascading over her toned shoulders and down the powerful lines of her back.

Vi must have sensed the change in air pressure or heard the soft click of the door, because she turned, her vibrant red hair plastered to her back and shoulders, a look of pure surprise on her face. A wide, genuine grin quickly replaced it.

"Hey, Cupcake," she said, her voice slightly husky from the steam. "Thought you'd be still buried under that paperwork."

Caitlyn didn't answer with words. She simply smiled, a soft, private smile meant only for Vi, and slid open the glass door. The blast of hot, humid air was a welcome embrace. She stepped inside, the water instantly soaking her skin as she pressed herself flush against Vi’s back.

She wrapped her arms around her waist, pulling her close, and laid a gentle, lingering kiss on the wet skin of her shoulder. The water beaded on Caitlyn’s own skin as she rested her cheek against Vi’s back, feeling the steady rhythm of her breading.

"This," Caitlyn murmured, her voice a low whisper against the roar of the shower, "is a much better sight than a pile of paperwork."

Vi chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through her chest and into Caitlyn’s. "Gotta say, I agree." She brought her own hands up to cover Caitlyn’s where they rested on her stomach, lacing their fingers together. Her thumbs gently stroked the back of Caitlyn’s hands. "Long day?"

"The longest," Caitlyn confessed, tightening her embrace. She pressed another kiss, this one higher, at the nape of Vi’s neck, tasting the clean, warm water and the faint salt of her skin.

"But it's over now. I just want you."

Vi shifted slightly, turning in Caitlyn’s arms until they were face to face. The water streamed over both of them, plastering Caitlyn’s dark hair to her face. Vi’s eyes, usually so sharp and full of playful fire, were soft and impossibly blue in the dim, steamy light. She reached up, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind Caitlyn’s ear, her fingers lingering on her jaw.

She leaned in and captured Caitlyn’s lips in a kiss that was everything Caitlyn needed. It wasn't frantic or demanding, but deep and sure. It started soft, a gentle. Vi’s lips were warm and pliant, moving against hers with a practiced familiarity that made Caitlyn’s knees feel weak. She poured all the love she felt into it, all the comfort and safety she had found in this woman’s arms.

Caitlyn sighed into the kiss, her hands roaming up Vi’s slick back, tracing the lines of muscle and the few faded scars that mapped her history. She felt Vi’s hands slide from her jaw down to her waist, gripping her hips and pulling her even closer until there was no space left between them. The kiss deepened, a slow, languid exploration that spoke of a desire that had nothing to do with urgency and everything to do with devotion and that safe place they bothfeltin eachother’s arms.

Vi broke the kiss first, resting her forehead against Caitlyn’s, their breath mingling in the steam. "I love you," she whispered, the words a sacred truth in the sanctuary of their shower.

"I love you, too," Caitlyn replied, her voice thick with emotion. "More than you know."

A playful smirk tugged at Vi’s lips. "Oh, I think I have an idea." She reached for the bar of lavender soap, working it into a rich lather between her palms. Her eyes never left Caitlyn’s as she brought her hands to Caitlyn’s shoulders, beginning to wash her with slow, deliberate strokes.

Vi's palms glided over her arms, her stomach, her back, mapping every curve with a lover’s intimacy. The scent of lavender filled the air, mixing with the steam to create an intoxicating atmosphere. Caitlyn closed her eyes, surrendering completely to the sensation. This was Vi’s love language, care. The way she protected, the way she provided, the way she touched her now, as if she were something precious and infinitely valuable.

Caitlyn’s own hands began to move, returning the favor. She explored the familiar landscape of Vi’s body, the strong shoulders, the defined abdomen, the powerful thighs. She felt the shiver that ran through Vi as her fingers traced the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, and she smiled. The playful spark was back in Vi’s eyes.

"You're playing with fire, Kiramman," Vi warned, though her tone was anything but threatening.

"Good," Caitlyn breathed, leaning in to nip at Vi’s collarbone. "I'm a little cold."

That was all the encouragement Vi needed. She rinsed the soap from both their bodies under the hot spray, then, with a strength that never failed to thrill Caitlyn, she lifted her effortlessly. Caitlyn instinctively wrapped her legs around Vi’s waist, her arms locking around her neck as Vi pinned her gently against the cool tile wall of the shower.

The contrast between the cold wall at her back and Vi’s hot, wet body pressed against her front made Caitlyn gasp. Vi’s mouth found hers again, hungrier this time, a perfect, passionate fusion of love and desire. The world outside the shower, outside this moment, ceased to exist. There was only the sound of the water, the feel of Vi’s hands holding her securely, and the overwhelming, all-consuming love that flowed between them as easily as the water that washed them clean.

The kiss was a tidal wave, a perfect storm of passion and relief that left them both breathless. When they finally parted, they were gasping, their chests rising and falling in unison. Caitlyn, still wrapped around Vi, leaned over her shoulder, her fingers finding the brass lever of the shower. With a decisive click, she turned it off.

The sudden silence was jarring, replaced only by the sound of their own breathing and the gentle of water from the nozzle. The air grew instantly cooler, raising goosebumps on their overheated skin. Vi set Caitlyn down gently, her hands lingering on her waist for a moment before she reached for a plush, navy-blue towel from the warmer rack. She began to dry Caitlyn with a tenderness that always made Caitlyn’s heart ache, her movements careful and deliberate.

But Cait had other plans. She gently took the towel from Vi’s hands, their fingers brushing in the process. Vi watched as she dropped it onto the edge of the sink, forgotten. Then she stepped forward, closing the small distance between them, and draped her arms over Vi’s shoulders, pressing their still-damp, hot bodies together.

A soft hum of appreciation escaped Vi’s lips. Her hands, which could break bones were surprisingly soft and tender in private.

They found their home on Caitlyn’s back and began a slow, gentle exploration, fingers gliding feather-light down her spine. The touch sent a cascade of shivers through Caitlyn, a delicious contrast to the warmth radiating from Vi’s skin.

Caitlyn leaned in, her mission clear. She began to pepper Vi’s face with soft, worshipful kisses. The tip of her nose, where a few freckles scattered like constellations. The apple of her cheek, which flushed under the attention. Down the strong line of her jaw. Vi’s eyes fluttered shut, her head tilting back to give Caitlyn better access, a silent surrender to her affection.

Caitlyn’s fingers threaded through the wet mess of Vi’s hair, the vibrant red strands falling like silk through her grasp. She massaged the nape of her neck, earning a deep, contented sigh from the woman in her arms.

Then their lips found each other again in a series of deep, lingering kisses. They were soft and familiar, yet still held the spark of passion, and were punctuated by small, breathless smiles and quiet giggles whenever they had to break apart to breathe.

Vi’s hands grew bolder, roaming over every curve of Caitlyn’s body, mapping her with a lover’s intimacy. She squeezed her bottom playfully, and Caitlyn let out a muffled giggle right against her lips. The sound was so full of joy and love that it made Vi’s heart swell.

Taking control, Caitlyn gently guided Vi backward until her back met the cool, flat surface of the bathroom wall. She didn't stop there. Her lips began a slow, deliberate journey downwards, breaking from Vi’s to trail kisses along her collarbones. She continued lower, her mouth finding the soft swell of her breasts. One by one, she gave them equal adoration, her touch reverent, her kisses a promise of devotion.

Vi’s head fell back against the wall with a soft thud, her eyes closed, a deep sigh of pure bliss escaping her. Her fingers tangled in Caitlyn’s damp hair, holding her close as she continued her descent.

Caitlyn sank lower. She pressed one last, lingering kiss to the soft skin of Vi’s belly, a final point of adoration before her mission shifted.

She moved back slightly, her brow furrowed in concentration as she began to scoop up her hair, attempting to wrestle it into a proper ponytail to keep it from her face.

In her focused movements, her foot slipped on the wet tile. She wobbled, flailing for a moment before grabbing Vi’s hip for balance with a small, undignified yelp.

Vi’s eyes snapped open, a wide grin spreading across her face. "Need some help there, Cupcake?" she asked, her voice laced with amusement.

Caitlyn giggled, not the least bit embarrassed as she finally secured the hair tie. "Nope, I got this," she declared, puffing out a strand of hair away from her face with mock pride.

Vi snorted, a short, affectionate sound. "As much as I appreciate your enthusiasm," she said, her eyes twinkling, "don't you think we'd be a lot more comfortable in the bed?"

Caitlyn looked up from her position on the floor, her expression shifting. For a fleeting moment, she seemed taken aback by the practical suggestion. Then, a wave of realization washed over her, and she burst out laughing

"I suppose it's a reasonable request,"

Vi laughed. She reached down, grabbing Caitlyn’s forearm and effortlessly pulling her back to her feet. Cait swayed into her, still smiling.

She raised an eyebrow, her tone playful. "Is that what you call it... enthusiasm?"

Vi’s grin turned positively wicked. "Let's just say you treat paperwork and sex with the same amount of dedication," she teased, her voice a low purr.

Caitlyn opened her mouth to deliver a witty retort, but the words died on her lips as Vi pulled her into another searing kiss, silencing her complaints and stealing the very air from her lungs, proving her point in the most delicious way possible.

The journey from the bathroom to the bedroom was a clumsy, laughing tangle of limbs and kisses. They stumbled through the doorway and  fell onto the bed.

Vi rolled, pinning Caitlyn beneath her with a soft grunt, her weight a perfect, welcoming pressure. Cait wrapped her ling legs around her with a giggle as her fingers brushed over Vi’s shoulders.

Vi propped herself up, her hair framing her face. H3r eyes, dark with desire, scanned Caitlyn’s face as if committing it to memory. Then she lowered her head, and the kiss that followed was anything but gentle. It was a collision, a desperate, hungry meeting of lips that spoke of a need that had been simmering all day. Deep and consuming.

Caitlyn met her passion with her own. Her hands, which had been resting on Vi’s shoulders, roamed with newfound urgency. They slid down the powerful muscles of Vi’s back, nails digging in just enough to make Vi groan into her mouth. She mapped the familiar terrain, the dip of her spine, the flare of her hips, her touch a silent demand for more. She needed to feel all of her, to erase the distance that paperwork and duty had created between them.

Vi’s hands were just as busy. They cupped Caitlyn’s face, thumbs stroking her cheekbones before it slid down her neck, her fingers tracing the delicate line of her throat. She could feel Caitlyn’s pulse hammering under her touch, a frantic rhythm that mirrored her own. Her kiss was urgent, claiming, as though every second apart had been torture.

Then her hand traveled lower, splaying across Caitlyn’s ribs, her thumb brushing the underside of her breast, teasing, promising.

They broke for air, panting, their foreheads pressed together. Cait moved the red hair from Vi's face. She smiled softly just watching her for a short moment she wasn't finished with her mouth.

She surged up, capturing Vi’s lips again, this time softer, a deep, languid exploration that was just as passionate as the frantic kiss before. She poured all her love into it, all the tenderness she felt for this incredible woman who had fought her way into Caitlyn’s carefully constructed world and made it her own.

Vi began to move, her lips trailing a path of fire down Caitlyn’s jaw, her neck. She paused at the sensitive hollow of her throat, her tongue darting out to taste the salty sweetness of her skin. Caitlyn arched her back, a soft moan escaping her lips as her fingers tangled in Vi’s hair, holding her right where she was. Vi’s mouth continued its descent, kissing every inch of her collarbones, her shoulders.

With a deft movement, Vi shifted, her lips finding the curve of Caitlyn’s breast. She kissed the soft swell, her tongue tracing circles before she took it into her mouth . The pleasure was sharp, electric, and it shot through Caitlyn like a lightning bolt. Her hips bucked upwards, seeking a friction she desperately needed. Vi’s other hand came up to cup her other breast, her thumb rolling the peak in time with the rhythm of her mouth.

Caitlyn gasped, small moan leaving her lips.

Vi hummed against her skin, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through her.

She lavished attention on both breasts, giving them equal, adoring treatment, her touch alternating between soft and firm, driving Caitlyn slowly out of her mind.

Caitlyn’s hands roamed restlessly over Vi’s back, her shoulders, her arms, unable to stay still, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her.

Then, Vi began to move lower. Her lips left a wet, warm trail down Caitlyn’s stomach. She kissed the soft skin of her belly, her hands stroking Caitlyn’s hips, her thighs. She was taking her time, drawing out the anticipation until Caitlyn was writhing beneath her, a string of soft, pleading sounds falling from her lips.

Finally, Vi settled between her legs. She looked up, her eyes locking with Caitlyn’s, a silent question in their depths. Caitlyn’s answer was reaching down to thread her fingers through Vi’s hair and a gentle push. Vi’s gaze softened with so much love it almost hurt, and then she lowered her head.

Cait moaned at the fist touch of her lips, her back bowing off the bed. Vi’s hands gripped her thighs, holding her steady as she began to explore her with a slow, deliberate thoroughness. She was a master of this art, her movements confident and sure. Her tongue finding the sensitive bundle of nerves at her apex.

The pleasure built, a slow, tightening coil in Caitlyn’s stomach. Vi’s pace was relentless, her mouth working magic, her fingers joining in, one, then two, sliding inside her, curling to find that spot that made her see stars.

The world narrowed to this single point of contact, to the heat of Vi’s mouth and the cleverness of her fingers. The coil inside her tightened to an almost painful degree, and then it snapped.

Pleasure, white-hot and all-consuming, crashed over her. Her body convulsed, a wave of ecstasy so intense it stole her breath. Her fingers tightening in Vi’s hair as she rode it out. Her entire body trembling.

Vi didn't stop, her touch gentling, guiding her through it until Caitlyn was a boneless, panting mess on the sheets. She slowly withdrew her fingers, pressing one last, soft kiss to Caitlyn’s core before crawling back up her body.

Cait met her with lazy smile. She wrapped her arms around her, pulling her down into a deep, soulful kiss, tasting herself on Vi’s lips. It was intimate and raw, a perfect seal on the moment. She could feel the frantic, desperate beat of Vi’s heart against her own chest.

"My turn," Caitlyn murmured against her lips, her voice husky with satisfaction and a renewed, burning need. She rolled them until she was straddling Vi’s hips, a determined, loving smile on her face as she looked down at the woman who was her everything.

Her weight a gentle pressure, her gaze a soft, blue flame that held Vi captive. The frantic energy from moments before had subsided, replaced by a deep, resonant hum of need that was no less urgent, but infinitely more tender.

Caitlyn lowered her head, her lips finding Vi’s in a kiss that was most tender. Vi melted into it, her body going pliant, a soft sigh escaping into Caitlyn’s mouth.

As their lips danced a slow, waltz, Caitlyn’s hand began its own careful journey. It slid down from Vi’s shoulder, tracing the elegant line of her collarbone. Her fingers were a whisper against Vi’s skin, a promise of what was to come. She shifted her weight. Her hand drifted lower, her palm cupping the weight of Vi’s breast, her thumb brushing back and forth over it. Vi’s breath hitched, a sharp intake of air that Caitlyn swallowed with another deep kiss.

Caitlyn’s hand continued its descent, a slow, meandering river flowing over the landscape of Vi’s body. Her fingertips traced the ridges of Vi’s abdomen, feeling the muscles tighten beneath her touch. She paused, her hand splayed flat over Vi’s stomach, feeling the frantic, desperate rhythm of her breathing. It was a silent acknowledgment of the power she held, the trust Vi was giving her.

Then, her hand moved lower still, over the sharp curve of Vi’s hip, her thumb stroking the hollow of it. Vi’s hips shifted restlessly, a silent plea. Caitlyn smiled against her lips, a knowing, tender. She was in complete control, and she was going to savor every second.

Her fingers slipped between Vi’s thighs, a touch so light it was almost a question. Vi gasped, her legs falling open instinctively, an invitation Caitlyn was all too happy to accept. Caitlyn’s fingers danced over but she didn’t press. She simply explored, her touch feather-light, teasing, a maddening, glorious promise. She traced the sensitive skin, her movements designed to build a fire, not to extinguish it.

A deep, guttural sigh escaped Vi’s lips, a sound of pure, unadulterated need. Her hips bucked upwards, chasing the elusive pleasure of Caitlyn’s hand, following its every movement. It was a silent, desperate dance, and Caitlyn was leading her perfectly.

Only when she felt Vi trembling beneath her, when she heard the soft, broken whimpers that were now spilling from her lips, did Caitlyn break their kiss. She looked down at her, her eyes dark with a love so profound it was almost painful.

"Shhh, I've got you," she whispered, her voice a soothing balm.

Then she began her descent. Her lips left Vi’s, trailing a path of fire down her chin, her throat. She kissed every inch of skin she could reach, her mouth a brand of possession and adoration. All the while, her fingers never stopped their gentle, torturous play between Vi’s thighs. The dual sensations were overwhelming, a symphony of pleasure that was building to an impossible crescendo.

Caitlyn’s lips continued their journey, down Vi’s chest, pausing to press a soft, lingering kiss to her heart. She could feel Vi’s muscles quivering, could hear her breathing growing ragged. She was so close, so beautifully close.

Finally, Caitlyn settled between her legs. She didn’t hesitate. As her lips pressed a final, reverent kiss to the soft skin of Vi’s inner thigh, her mouth joined her fingers in their intimate dance.

The first touch of Caitlyn’s lips against her was Vi’s undoing. It was a direct, confident, a bolt of pure, white-hot pleasure shooting through her. Caitlyn’s fingers, which had been teasing, now slid inside her, curling to find that perfect, sensitive spot deep within.

Caitlyn’s mouth was a masterpiece of skill and love.

She could feel Vi’s body tensing, could hear the cries growing louder, more desperate. She held her steady, her free hand pressing firmly on Vi’s leg grounding her as the pleasure began to crest.

Vi’s back arched off the bed, a silent moan escaping her lips. on her lips.
Her inner walls clamping down around Caitlyn’s fingers as pleasure, sharp and overwhelming, consumed her entirely.

Cait held her through it, her touch gentling, her mouth softening as she guided her down from the high. She didn't stop until Vi was trembling mess on the sheets, her body limp with satisfaction.

Slowly, Caitlyn withdrew and crawled back up the bed, gathering Vi into her arms. She pulled her close, pressing soft, loving kisses to her sweat-dampened hair. Vi buried her face in Caitlyn’s neck, her arms wrapping around her with a surprising strength, holding on as if she were the only solid thing in a world that had been completely and blissfully shattered.

For a long moment, she just breathed, her body still humming. Then she tilted her head up, her eyes shining with tears of overwhelming emotion.

"You," Vi whispered, her voice thick and hoarse. "You're going to be the death of me."

Caitlyn just smiled, leaning down to kiss her softly, a sweet, gentle kiss full of nothing but love. "What a way to go," she murmured back, holding her close as the world slowly, blissfully, faded away around them.

......


The dress Caitlyn wore this evening looked like something that belonged in a gallery rather than a wardrobe. Pale lilac silk hugged her figure perfectly, the fabric catching the soft lamplight as she moved. Gold detailing traced the seams and neckline in delicate patterns, subtle but unmistakably Piltover in its craftsmanship. The long sleeves flared gently from the elbows, sheer and flowing, drifting around her wrists like soft mist when she moved.

The effect was almost unreal. Vi felt her brain short-circuit. Cait looked… ethereal. Like something carved from her dreams.

She leaned back slightly against the doorframe, hands in her pockets as she watched her cross the room. “Well,” she murmured slowly, “that hardly seems fair.”

Cait glanced over her shoulder. “What does?”

Vi pushed herself upright, walking over to her and still staring shamelessly. “You go out looking like that,” she said placing a kiss to her shoulder, “people are gonna think I kidnapped royalty.”

Cait huffed a quiet laugh, though a faint flush warmed her cheeks. "Charmer" she turned over her shoulder stealing a quick kiss then she reached for the mathing lilac coat laid across the bed and draped it over her shoulders. The soft fabric fell elegantly down her back before she fastened the gold clasp at the front, the buckle catching the light.

She picked up her small evening bag, and then a plane white paper bag resting beside it.

Vi’s brows lifted. “What’s that?”

Cait glanced toward her with a small, mysterious smile. “You’ll see.”

Vi narrowed her eyes suspiciously for about half a second before shrugging it off with a crooked grin.

“Right,” she said, pushing the door open and gesturing dramatically toward the hallway. “Lead the way, Princess Cupcake.”

Cait shook her head softly, though the smile on her face lingered as she stepped past her.

"You look so sweet I could eat you" Vi whispered cheeky "Again"

"Patientce darling...We haven’t even got to the starter."

"Dirty talk already." Nyx laughed as she rounded the corner in front of them. "And they haven’t even left the house."

"Shut up." Cait laughed, her cheeks going bright red in an instant.

"Privacy is becoming a rare commodity in this house" Vi snorted falling into step beside her.

"Have fun kids" Nyx laughed heading down the hallway

.....


The restaurant was tucked away in one of Piltover’s narrower alleys, the kind people only found if someone had told them about it. From the street it looked almost modest, its tall brass-framed windows glowing warmly against the cold December evening. Soft golden light spilled onto the cobblestones, catching the faint frost beginning to form along the edges of the pavement.

Inside, however, it felt almost magical.

The ceiling arched high above polished wooden floors, with slender brass beams curving elegantly across it in the unmistakable Piltover style, industrial precision shaped into something beautiful. Patterns shimmered subtly along the walls, etched into panels of dark wood and polished metal. Everywhere the soft gleam of brass reflected the dimmed lights overhead.

Candles flickered gently on every table.

Their flames danced against glassware and silver cutlery, turning the whole room into a quiet constellation of warm light and shadows. Outside the tall windows, Piltover’s streets moved slowly beneath the evening glow, cars passing, the distant hum of the city carrying on without them.

Their table stood by one of those windows.

Of course it did.

Vi had chosen it immediately the moment they walked in.

The hostess had barely finished speaking before Vi’s eyes had already found the seat with the best view outside.

Even now, after all this time, Cait understood why.

Stillwater had taken too many years from her. Years of stone walls and iron bars. Vi never said it outright, but Cait knew. Windows mattered to her. Being able to look out mattered.

Just because she could.

Vi helped Cait out of her coat the moment they reached the table. Cait allowed herself to enjoy the small, familiar gesture.

As they sat down, for a moment neither of them spoke. Cait simply looked at her.

Vi wore a deep red shirt tonight, the colour rich and dark against her skin. Over it she had thrown on a cream jacket trimmed with gold threading along the edges, something Cait suspected had quietly appeared in Vi’s wardrobe after one of her own “suggestions.”

It fit her like it had been tailored.

Broad shoulders filling the structure of it perfectly, the gold trim catching the candlelight each time she shifted. The red of the shirt made the pink of her hair seem even brighter, the colour soft under the warm glow of the restaurant lights. She looked dangerous.And handsome. And entirely too charming for her own good.

Vi leaned back slightly in her chair, glancing out the window for a second before her eyes returned to Cait. And there it was. That crooked little smile.

Cait felt something warm bloom in her chest.
Gods, she loved this woman. Looking at Vi always stirred two feelings at once. Love. And something much less polite.

Her gaze lingered a moment longer than necessary, taking in the open collar of Vi’s shirt, the way the candlelight played across the line of her throat.

Vi caught her staring. Her brow lifted slightly.
“Well,” she said, amused, leaning forward on her elbows. “Either I’ve got something on my face…”
The smirk grew wider. “…or you’re undressing me with your eyes again.”

Cait blinked once, entirely unashamed. Then she smiled. “Oh darling,” she said smoothly, folding her napkin. “You say that as if I ever stopped.”

They ordered simply. Nothing extravagant, just good food and a bottle of wine waiter recommended with quiet confidence and some fine Damacian cheese and fruit starter. The Piltover’s restaurants were known for refinement rather than excess, and this little place seemed to pride itself on doing a few things very well.

As their drinks were brought the waiter disappeared with their menus, leaving them again in the soft hush of candlelight and quiet conversation from nearby tables.

Vi leaned back in her chair, rolling the stem of her wine glass slowly between her fingers.

“So,” she began, immediately animated, “I’ve actually got Snowdown mostly figured out.
“We’re gonna set up the stand near the lower promenade,” Vi continued, leaning forward slightly. “Good traffic there, especially when the market crowds start rolling through.”

"That’s a good idea." Cait nodded reaching for some cheese from the small tray.

“I’m thinking we keep it simple. Hot food, drinks… nothing too fancy. Just stuff people actually want when it’s freezing outside. And some sweets for the kids.”

"It sound perfect. I wrote in two days off for both of us so we can help Dora and the others with all preparations" Cait said enjoying in another bite of the cheese "Mmmm...This is yummy" she reached across the table letting Vi take a bite

"Mmmm..." she wrinkled her nose "A bit strong though. Feels like I'm licking a sheep."

Cait laughed and took another bite, then she reached across the table. Her fingers slid gently over the back of Vi’s hand, stilling the motion.

Vi blinked, her train of thought derailing mid-sentence. “…What?”

Cait’s expression had softened. There was something quiet in her eyes now. “Darling,” she said gently, “there is actually something else I wished to talk to you about.”

Vi leaned back again, suspicious curiosity creeping into her expression. “You sound serious”

Cait gave a small, almost mischievous smile.
Then she reached down beside her chair, opening a bag she had brought with her.

For a moment Vi assumed she was retrieving something mundane. Instead, Cait placed a box carefully on the table between them.

A gift.

Wrapped in deep blue paper that shimmered faintly in the candlelight, tied neatly with a delicate gold ribbon.

Vi stared at it.Then looked up at Cait. Then back at the gift. Her brow furrowed. “…Cupcake.”

“Yes?”

“There’s still a week till Snowdown.”

Cait’s lips curved. “This,” she said softly, sliding the gift toward her across the table, “is not for Snowdown.”

Vi looked genuinely confused now.

Cait rested her chin lightly against her hand, watching her with quiet fondness. “Happy birthday, darling.”

Vi froze. For a moment she simply stared at her.
Her eyes widened slowly, disbelief spreading across her face. “…What?”

Cait’s smile grew just a little smug.

“How the hell did you...”

“I took a look at your file, remember?” Cait replied lightly.

Vi groaned softly, dropping her head back for a second. “Of course you did.”
“I also know,” Cait continued, her voice warm now, “that you are not particularly fond of… fuss.”

"No I'm not" Vi looked back at the present. At the blue paper. The careful ribbon. Then back at Cait.

“So,” Cait finished gently, “I thought we might celebrate quietly instead. You mentioning dinner date was exactly my idea but you just got there before me."

Vi stared at the gift for another moment before slowly picking it up. She turned it in her hands, almost cautiously. “…You didn’t have to do this.”

“I wanted to.”

Her voice was simple. Honest.

Vi’s fingers brushed the ribbon lightly, almost hesitant now. “Can I open it?” she smiled

Cait leaned back slightly in her chair, eyes soft.
“Of course...That’s sort of the idea.” she giggled
Vi turned the gift over in her hands, the candlelight catching along the gold ribbon. For a moment she simply looked at it.

“You know,” she said quietly as her fingers found the edge of the bow, “I can’t actually remember the last time someone gave me a birthday present.” Her voice carried no bitterness, just a simple truth.

Cait’s expression softened. “Well,” she said gently, watching her, “I fully intend to make up for that. Thoroughly.”

A faint smile tugged at Vi’s lips. She began untying the ribbon. Not tearing it open the way most people would, but slowly, carefully, working the knot loose with surprising patience. The gold bow came free in her hands, and she set it aside before starting on the paper.

Cait watched quietly as Vi peeled the blue wrapping away inch by inch, making sure not to rip it. Once the paper slipped free, she smoothed it flat on the table beside her and placed the ribbon neatly on top of it.

Then she looked down at the box. A wide grin began to spread across her face. “Okay,” she said softly. “I’m excited.” She lifted the lid.

And for a moment the world simply… stopped.

Cait saw it in the way Vi froze. The grin disappeared instantly, replaced by something else entirely.

Inside the box, nestled carefully in soft silk, was a worn bunny. Its colour slightly faded with age, one ear stitched from years of being carried around by small hands.

Vi didn’t breathe.

Her fingers hovered over it for a moment before finally touching it, brushing gently along the familiar fabric like she was afraid it might disappear.

"Fuck Cait" Her throat tightened.

She lifted it slowly from the box.

“…No way,” she whispered as her fingers traced the worn stitching along the little paw.

Her eyes filled with tears almost immediately.
She brought the bunny to her lips, pressing a soft kiss to its head before holding it close, inhaling deeply as if searching for something long lost. Her eyes closed.

“…How did you…?”

Cait spoke softly before the question could fully form. “I found it in the wreckage of your sister’s air ship.”

Vi’s eyes opened slowly.

“When we were clearing the remains,” Cait continued gently. “It was the only bunny there.”
She gave a small, almost apologetic smile.
“So I assumed it must have been the right one.”

Vi stared at her.

Cait’s voice softened further. “I hope you don’t resent me for not giving it to you earlier.” She looked down briefly at the table. “I thought it might be… unsettling at the time. You didn’t want to go near the wreckage yourself.”

The candlelight flickered softly between them.
Vi said nothing. Then she reached across the table. Her hand found Cait’s. Their fingers laced together tightly. And before Cait could say another word, Vi tugged gently across the table meeting her halfway and capturing her lips in a kiss.

It wasn’t hurried. It was deep. Full of everything she couldn’t quite say.

Cait felt the slight tremble in Vi’s hand where it held hers, felt the warmth of the tears still clinging to her lashes.

When they finally parted, Vi didn’t let go of her hand. Her thumb brushed slowly across Cait’s knuckles. Her voice was quiet.

“You have no idea what this means to me.”

And for once, the usually unshakable Vi looked completely undone, holding the bunny close to her chest like a piece of her life had just found its way home.

.....

SUNDAY MORNING

Morning light spilled softly through the tall windows of the Kiramman house, pale and quiet, carrying that crisp stillness only early Sundays seemed to have.

Caitlyn paused by the small table near the front door, gathering the morning post. A neat stack of envelopes, cream, ivory, some stamped with elegant Piltover crests. She flipped through them absently as she walked. Bills. Notices. Invitations. Nothing unusual. Behind her, laughter echoed down the hall. She glanced over her shoulder. Vi stood a few steps away, braced as Elara launched another determined punch into her stomach.

“Oof..hey! Careful, kid, you’re gonna knock me out,” Vi grinned, barely reacting.

“I tiring you out!” Elara insisted, throwing another punch with all the seriousness of a seasoned fighter.

Cait smiled faintly, shaking her head as she returned her attention to the letters. Then she paused at one envelope. Different. Rougher paper. Her fingers stilled. She turned it slightly, reading the name.

“Vi?” she called.

Vi looked up mid-“fight.” “Yeah?”

Cait lifted the envelope slightly. “You’ve got post.”

Vi frowned, clearly confused. “Post?”

Then, without missing a beat, she scooped Elara up like a sack of potatoes, tossing her over her shoulder.

“Oi—!” Elara squealed, bursting into giggles as she tried to wriggle free.

“No escape,” Vi said, tightening her hold as she walked over. “You started this fight.”

“I’m not done!” Elara protested, laughing harder.

Cait watched them approach, the faint smile still on her lips as she held the envelope out.

Vi took it, glancing down at the handwriting.
Her brow furrowed slightly. “...Huh.” She shifted Elara higher on her shoulder. “Open it for me?” she said, nodding toward the letter. “Kinda occupied.”

Cait took it back without question, sliding a knife neatly under the seal. She unfolded the paper.
Her eyes moved across the lines. And slowly… her expression changed. A small crease formed between her brows.

“Vi…” she said quietly.

“What?”

Cait looked up at her. “It’s from your landlord. The apartment in Zaun.”

Vi went still for half a second. “Oh. Right.”

Cait’s eyes flicked back to the page. “Your lease ended a week ago. Says you have one week to pick up your belonging or renew the contract. Final notice.”

She lowered the letter slightly, confusion settling in. “You still rent that place?”

Vi huffed a small breath, shifting Elara down onto her feet.

“Alright kid, grown up talk.... go grab some breakfast I'll meet you there,” she said lightly, giving her a gentle nudge.

Elara looked between them, sensing the shift but not fully understanding. “…Okay,” she said, before darting off down the hall.

The moment she was gone, Vi reached for the letter, taking it from Cait’s hand.

“Yeah,” she said, casually “Guess I never got around to sorting it.”

Cait stared at her. “It’s been almost half a year, Vi.”

Vi shrugged, eyes dropping briefly to the paper before folding it once. “I’ll go down there. Next week or something. Clear it out.”

She leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to Cait’s temple. “Come on, I’m starving.”

And just like that, she was already moving, heading toward the dining room like the conversation had never happened.

Cait stood there for a moment. Something about it didn’t sit right.

....


The dining room was already alive with the quiet rhythm of morning. Soft clinks of cutlery, the murmur of low conversation, the warmth of food laid out across the long table.

Nyx and Jorin sat side by side, heads slightly inclined toward one another as they spoke in low voices. Nyx gestured lazily with her fork, Jorin answering with the occasional quiet comment that earned a small smirk from her.

At the far end of the long table Elara stood staring very intently at the spread in front of her. Bread and different pastries, eggs, ham, sausages, fruit, jams and butter.  A battlefield of choices. Her little finger hovered over the options as if selecting the wrong one might have serious consequences.

Then Vi walked in and casually took the plate saying Good morning to everyone. Elara’s head snapped up instantly.

Target acquired. Her eyes locked onto Vi’s plate.

Cait followed with her own plate, her lips twitching with quiet amusement.

Vi set her plate down, reaching for the ham without a second thought.

Elara followed.

Vi grabbed a sausage. Elara grabbed one too, placing it carefully on her plate like it was part of a very specific plan.

Vi caught it out of the corner of her eye. A slow smirk tugged at her mouth. Without a word, she peeled an egg and casually dropped it onto Elara’s plate.

Elara beamed, utterly delighted.

Cait shook her head softly, unable to hide the fondness in her expression. Then following Vi she came up closer as she reached for some toast and butter. “About the apartment,” she said, turning her attention back to Vi.

"Mmmmm" Vi hummed not looking up as she poured so juice for herself and Elara.

Cait rested her hand lightly on the table. “You have less than a week to either move your things out or extend the lease.”

Vi nodded vaguely. “Yeah. I’ll sort it.”

“We could go together,” she suggested. “After breakfast. I’ll take the car.”

Vi froze just for a second as she was setting the jug down. Barely noticeable. But Cait saw it.

Vi resumed like nothing happened, reaching for a bagle. “Nah,” she said casually. “I’ll go next week. When I’m down there.”

Cait frowned slightly. “And how exactly are you planning to carry everything?”

Vi shrugged, still not meeting her eyes. “There’s not much there.”

But Cait followed her around  the table persistent  “Then it shouldn’t take long,” she said evenly. “We’ll go today.”

Vi huffed a quiet breath through her nose, like she was about to say something but bit her tongue  “…Fine,” she muttered. “Yeah. Sure.”

Elara, who had been very invested in copying Vi’s plate, finally looked up.

“Where are you going?”

Vi glanced at her, her expression softening immediately. “To where I used to live in Zaun.”

Elara’s eyes widened slightly. “Can I come?”

Vi reached over, her fingers brushing gently through Elara’s hair. “Not this time, kiddo.”
Her voice was softer now. Quieter. “This is something I gotta do on my own.”

Elara’s shoulders dipped just a little. “…Okay.”

Vi watched her for a second, then nudged her lightly. “But...” she added, a small grin creeping back, “we could hit the zoo later if you talk Cait into it ?”

Elara’s entire face lit up. “Really?!”

“Yeah,” Vi chuckled. “But you need to charm her.”

"We could do" Cair smiled "But you need to ask your father"

"On it!" Elara jumped to it and darted straight to her dad with her plate.

Cait reached over, her hand sliding gently down Vi’s arm. She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. “The sooner you get it done, the better,” she murmured.

Vi nodded faintly.

“Yeah…”

Cait gave her one last look before walking away.

Vi watched her go. “Yeah… sure it is.” She exhaled deeply, shoulders dropping just a fraction.

For a moment, she just stood there.

Then she grabbed a bagel, shoved half of it into her mouth, picked up her plate and her glass, and headed toward the table like nothing was sitting heavy in her chest at all.

.....


The table settled into an easy rhythm again once the conversation drifted away from the apartment.

Vi dropped into her seat, still chewing on her bagel, reaching for her juice like nothing in the world was bothering her.

Cait dropped some milk into her tea then glanced around the table, her gaze landed on Gerhard

“So,” she said, folding her hands neatly in front of her, tone soft but curious, “are you looking forward to Monday?”

Gerhard, halfway through a bite, froze slightly.
“…Terrified would be a more accurate word,” he admitted after swallowing.

Jorin let out a short laugh. “Oh, come on. You’ll knock it out of the park.”

Gerhard gave him a look. “That’s easy for you to say. You’re not the one about to stand in front of half of Piltover with a fake resume pretending you belong there.”

“You do belong there,” Cait said calmly, her voice steady, certain.

Gerhard glanced at her, a little unsure.

Vi leaned back in her chair, pointing a sausage at him. “Yeah. And if anyone gives you trouble, just pretend you know what you’re doing. Works for me every time.”

Cait shot her a look.

Vi grinned. “What? It does.”

Gerhard huffed a quiet laugh despite himself, shaking his head. “Right… I’ll keep that in mind.”

Jorin nudged him lightly. “Seriously. You’ll be fine.”

“…Yeah,” Gerhard muttered. “Let’s hope so.”

There was a small pause before Jorin turned his attention to Cait. “So,” he said, resting his elbow on the table, “what’s the plan with the investigation?”

Cait didn’t even hesitate. “Nope.”

Jorin blinked. “Nope?”

Cait lifted a hand, already shaking her head. “No. Absolutely not.”

Vi snorted into her food.

“I refuse to discuss anything related to work today.”

Nyx raised a brow, leaning back slightly. “That bad, huh?”

Cait let out a long breath. “My brain is already on the verge of collapse,” she said. “I still have reports to finish for tomorrow, and if I so much as think about that investigation I might actually lose my mind.”

Vi hummed. “Wouldn’t be the worst thing. Might make you more fun.”

Cait shot her a look.

"Kidding...don't shoot.” Vi added quickly.

Cait ignored her. “So,” she continued, straightening slightly, “new rule.”

That got everyone’s attention.

“No talk of investigations, reports, crimes, or anything remotely related on weekends… unless it is an absolute emergency.”

Nyx stared at her for a second. Then snorted.
“Wow. Look at you,” she said, smirking. “Setting boundaries. Next you’ll be telling us we need emotional self-care and scheduled naps.”

Vi choked on her drink.

Cait narrowed her eyes slightly. “I already do that, thank you. But nobody seems to care.”

Nyx leaned forward, resting her chin in her hand. “Should we also hold hands and talk about our feelings in a circle, Sheriff?”

Vi lost it, laughing outright.

“I’m not opposed to that if it works” Cait replied coolly.

That only made it worse.

Nyx pointed at her. “Oh, she’s serious.”

“I am,” Cait said, entirely composed. “You might benefit from it.”

Nyx scoffed. “Please. I thrive in chaos.”

Vi wiped her mouth, still grinning. “Yeah, we noticed.”

Cait reached for her tea, completely unshaken. “Well, chaos is not invited to my Sunday breakfast.”

Nyx leaned back, arms crossed. “Rude.”

Cait took a sip, calm as ever. “Necessary.”

There was a beat. Then Vi leaned over slightly toward Cait, voice low and amused. “You’re turning into a dictator, Cupcake.”

Cait didn’t even look at her. “If I were, you’d already be following the rules.”

Vi grinned. “Not a chance.”

"Well there you go."

Nyx leaned back in her chair, rocking it slightly on two legs, that familiar spark already back in her eyes. “Well then,” she said, glancing around the table, “in that case… I propose a night out in Zaun.”

There was a beat.

Then

“Oh, hell yes.” Jorin said

“I’m in.” Vi raised her hand

“Finally, something fun.” Gerhard added

The table practically erupted.

Cait, mid-sip of her tea almost choked. She coughed, setting the cup down a little too quickly, eyes darting between them like she’d just misheard.

“I’m sorry, what?”

Nyx grinned. “You heard me. Piss up...Party girl"

Cait blinked. “You want to go… out? In Zaun?”

“Yes.”

Cait sat up straighter now, the shift immediate.

“How,” she began, very measured, “is that in any way a good idea when every single person at this table is currently on their hit list?"

“Chill out,” Vi said wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “You seriously think they’ve got the balls to come after all of us at once in the middle of a packed club?”

Cait opened her mouth..

Vi beat her to it.

“Besides,” she added, reaching for her juice, “they’re too busy picking up rubble and scrambling for new workers.”

Nyx snorted. “Exactly.”

Cait looked between them, disbelief written all over her face.

Nyx leaned forward, elbows on the table. “Oh, come on. Get that broom out of your arse.”

Vi nearly choked again, this time laughing.

“Jorin and Gerhard got jobs,” Nyx continued, "We got my brother out. We deserve this Kiramman.”

Cait pressed her lips together.

“Well, We can go armed.” Nyx smirked

Cait blinked. “That’s not reassuring.”

Vi leaned over toward her, grinning. “You can bring your rifle, Cupcake. Sit in the corner, look all scary.”

Nyx lit up. She snapped her fingers. “Or even better. We go full Enforcer dress-up.”

Jorin laughed. “Yeah, nothing says ‘low profile’ like walking into Zaun dressed as Piltover’s finest.”

Gerhard, surprisingly, joined in. “We’ll blend right in.”

Vi raised her glass slightly. “Totally inconspicuous.”

Cait looked at them. One by one, completely serious. She dragged a hand slowly down her face. “…This is a terrible idea.”

“It's Great idea,” Nyx corrected.

“The best,” Vi added.

"Can I go?" Elara asked hopeful

"Not this time Pumpkin" Gerhard sroke her hair

"Why nooot?" She crossed her arms frowning, bottom lip pouting in protest

Cait exhaled sharply through her nose, eyes closing for a brief moment. She was completely outnumbered.

She looked at Vi.

Vi gave her the most shameless, hopeful grin.

“…You’re not going to let this go, are you?”

“Nope.”

She sighed defeated. “…Fine.”

The reaction was immediate.

Nyx slapped the table. “That’s what I’m talking about.”

Cait lifted a finger. “On one condition.”

"Oh here we go" Nyx rolled her eyes "

“We go together. We stay together. No wandering off. No unnecessary attention.”

Vi leaned in slightly. “You say that like it’s possible.”

Cait shot her a look. “I am serious.”

“…I know,” Vi said grinning

Nyx waved a hand. “Yeah, yeah, safety rules, got it.”

Cait narrowed her eyes. “You absolutely do not ‘got it.’”

Nyx grinned wider.

Vi raised her glass. “To bad decisions.”

“To terrible decisions,” Nyx corrected raising hers

"He's to chaos" Gerhard added

Cait sighed, but there was the faintest hint of a smile tugging at her lips as she lifted her cup.
“…To surviving them.”

Glasses clinked.

And just like that, the plan was set. And Cait was sure that absolutely nothing about it was going to go smoothly.

.....

 

The streets of Zaun closed in around the car as they drove deeper. 

 

The light changed first, fading from Piltover’s clean glow into something dimmer, fractured. Neon flickered in broken signs, shadows stretching longer between narrow buildings stacked too close together. Pipes hissed somewhere above, steam curling into the cold air. 

 

Cait kept her hands steady on the wheel, but her eyes moved, taking it all in. 

 

Vi sat beside her, one arm resting near the window, guiding her. 

 

“Left here… watch that corner,” she said, nodding ahead. “Then straight. Keep going.” 

 

Her voice was casual. 

 

Too casual. 

 

“Now right, into that alley.” 

 

Cait turned. 

 

The car rolled slowly into a narrow passage, the walls tight on either side, metal staircases zigzagging up the sides of worn buildings. The place felt… forgotten. 

 

“Here,” Vi said quietly. 

 

Cait brought the car to a stop. Her gaze lifted to the building in front of them. It looked like it was barely holding itself together. Peeling paint. Rust creeping along the edges of metal railings. Windows clouded with grime. Something in her chest sank. But she said nothing. She just turned off the engine. 

 

For a moment, neither of them moved. The car sat in silence, thick and unmoving, broken only by the faint creak of leather as Caitlyn’s grip tightened on the wheel. Then Vi exhaled, shoved the door open, and stepped out. Cait followed.

The cold hit sharper here. 

 

A group of kids sat on the metal stairs nearby, hunched over a deck of cards, arguing quietly.

Vi approached them like she’d done it a hundred times before. 

 

“Oi,” she called. 

 

They looked up. 

 

“You wanna earn some coin?” 

 

The oldest of them leaned back slightly, eyeing her. “Doing what?” 

 

Vi reached into her pocket, pulling out a few coins and handing them over casually. 

 

“See that car?” she nodded toward it. “Make sure it’s still got tyres when we come back. You get the rest after.” 

 

The kid weighed the coins in his hand, unimpressed. 

 

“That it?” 

 

Vi smirked. “You want more, you do more.” 

 

A pause. "We can keep the tyres...But the rest..." he ran his hand over his chin. "I'll cost you more than that" 

 

Vi blinked "Since when did the price go up? Seven years ago this was a fortune." 

 

"Inflation." The kid snorted "Besides, you look like someone who can afford it." 

 

"Daylight robbery" Vi sighed tossing him another coin 

 

She turned, heading for the stairs. 

 

Cait followed. 

 

Each step echoed hollow beneath her boots as they climbed. At the top, Vi reached into her pocket, pulling out a worn key. She paused at the door for just a second. Then glanced over her shoulder. 

 

“Left it a bit of a mess,” she said then opened it. 

 

The smell hit Cait first. Damp. Mould. Stale alcohol. It hit the back of her throat so sharply she almost recoiled. But she stepped inside.

Her boot nudged something. A bottle. It rolled across the floor with a hollow clink. And then she saw it. Her breath caught. It wasn’t an apartment. Not really. Just one room.

Her eyes moved slowly, taking in every detail whether she wanted to or not. 

 

The “bed”, if it could be called that, was nothing more than stained sponges, flattened and misshapen, covered with scraps of fabric that might once have been blankets. 

 

The walls peeled, paint curling away to reveal damp plaster beneath. Dark patches of mould crept along the corners where the ceiling met the walls. Boxing bag torn and stained bung from the ceiling. Cait pushed beside it stepping further into the space. 

 

A sink sat in the corner, rusted and dirty, smeared with black, oily paint, cracked mirror hung above it, barely holding together. 

 

And then there were bottles..Everywhere.

On the floor. On the windowsill. Scattered across the bed. Even in the tiny bathroom space tucked into the side. 

 

Cait’s hand flew to her mouth. Her chest tightened so suddenly she couldn’t breathe. 

 

Behind her, Vi moved seemingly unbothered, but inside she was about to hide in the deepest corner of the room from shame. She nudged bottles aside with her boot, clearing a path to the wardrobe. She opened it and started pulling things out. Trousers, shirts. Her hand stopped for a moment before she grabbed the Enforcers jacket tossing it onto the bed in a careless pile. 

 

When Cait saw it her breath caught in her throat. 

 

“I’d offer you a drink,” Vi muttered dryly, glancing at one of the empty bottles, “but...” 

 

“Stop.” 

 

Cait’s voice cracked. 

 

Vi didn’t turn. She reached for a hanger. 

 

Cait moved forward, grabbing her arm.

“Stop.” 

 

Vi stilled. 

 

Slowly, she turned. Their eyes met.

And Cait felt like something inside her shattered completely. She swallowed hard, her hands shaking as they came up to cup Vi’s face. Her thumbs brushed over her cheeks, so gentle it almost hurt. Vi swallowed deeply. 

 

“I am so sorry,” Cait whispered. 

 

Tears were already falling, she didn’t even try to stop them. 

 

Vi blinked, caught off guard. “Cait...” 

 

“No,” she shook her head, voice breaking. “No… I’m so sorry.” Her breath hitched. 

 

"Cait...We spoke about this..." 

 

“No matter how many times I say it, it will never be enough.” 

 

Vi’s jaw tightened slightly. “Hey, look, it’s behind us, alright? I never wanted you to see this...So let’s just...” 

 

“No.” The word came out sharper than she meant it. Cait’s grip tightened just slightly, her voice trembling. “It’s not, Violet.” 

 

Her eyes searched Vi’s, desperate, raw. 

 

“I will never forgive myself for what I did.” 

 

Vi’s chest rose slowly. 

 

There it was.That familiar weight. The past dragged back into the room whether she wanted it or not. 

 

Cait shook her head again, tears slipping freely now. “And I’m not going to stand here and try to justify it either. What I did was grossly unfair.” Her voice dropped to something quieter. More fragile. “I came back…” she whispered. “But you were already gone. I couldn't find you...I tried Vi..I am so sorry you had to go through this...I'm..." she closed her eyes for a moment "Fuck!" 

 

Vi’s breath caught. Something flickered in her eyes. Something she kept buried. Before she could say anything Cait broke. 

 

She stepped forward, burying her face into Vi’s neck, arms wrapping around her tightly, her fings wrapping  around  the nape of Vis neck. "I am so so sorry love." she choked. “I’m so sorry…” 

 

Her grip tightened, fingers curling into the fabric of Vi’s shirt. 

 

Vi stood there holding her. Frozen at first. 

 

Because this. This was different. She was used to pain. Used to anger. Used to surviving. But this? Someone grieving for her?  It hit somewhere deeper. Somewhere she didn’t know how to handle. Her throat tightened.

Her eyes flicked around the room, the bottles, the walls, the bed. Then back to Cait, clinging to her like she might fall apart. 

 

Vi exhaled slowly. And finally. Her hand came up to cup the back of Caits head pulling her in closer. 

 

“Hey...It’s okay Cupcake” she murmured quietly into her hair, ”It’s okay...It’s past." 

 

But her own chest felt heavy. Because standing here. In this place, with Cait crying in her arms. It wasn’t as far behind her as she liked to pretend.

Not even close. 

 

..... 

 

They lay tangled together on the narrow bed, limbs loosely entwined, the world outside reduced to distant noise and the faint drip of water somewhere in the pipes. 

 

Vi shifted slightly, her back pressed into Cait’s chest, Cait’s arm still wrapped firmly around her waist like she was afraid to let go. 

 

“I went to Benzo’s that night,” Vi said quietly, her voice softer than usual. 

 

Cait’s fingers slowed where they traced absent patterns along her arm. 

 

“Did you…” she murmured, then hesitated before asking the harder question, “What about food? You had no money.” 

 

Vi huffed a small breath, almost a smile. 

 

“Jericho’s.” There was warmth in her voice now. 

 

“He opened a tab for me. Didn’t even blink. Just… kept it running.” 

 

Her fingers brushed lightly over Cait’s where it rested against her. “Paid him back later when I got the job." 

 

Cait tightened her hold just a little, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to her shoulder. “You worked?” she asked gently. 

 

Vi snorted. “If you can call it that.” She shifted slightly, staring at the peeling ceiling. “Hard to land anything when your résumé says seven years in Stillwater and six months as an Enforcer.” 

 

She gave a short laugh. 

 

But Cait didn’t join her. Instead, she pressed another kiss to her shoulder, longer this time, quieter. 

 

Vi felt it. The difference. “I stacked crates at the docks,” she went on, her tone easing. “Enough for food. Not enough for rent.” 

 

She sighed for a moment. “Then I ran into Loris. He told me about the pits.” 

 

A faint smirk pulled at her lips. 

 

“I was almost famous, you know.” She chuckled. 

 

Cait smiled a little and buried her face into her hair inhaling her in. 

 

“Paid well too. In all fairness...Could’ve had something better than this place…” her gaze flicked around the room, “…if I hadn’t been pouring most of it into bottles.” 

 

Her hand shifted, covering Cait’s. 

 

“So,” she added, softer now, “not all on you.” 

 

Silence followed. Heavy. 

 

Cait’s hand slowed, her touch turning more deliberate, more careful. “Why did you keep it, Violet?” she asked quietly "This place" 

 

“Couldn’t resist the charm,” she muttered. 

 

But it fell flat.The room didn’t let her hide behind it. Neither did Cait. Vi went still for a moment… then turned in her arms, shifting until she was facing her. 

 

Their faces close now. Too close to pretend

She looked at Cait for a long moment. 

 

“In case you changed your mind.” she finally said 

 

Cait blinked. “What?” 

 

Vi swallowed, jaw tightening slightly. 

 

Something in Cait broke open at that. “Oh, Vi…”

Her hand came up instantly, knuckles brushing softly along Vi’s cheek. “I thought you kept it…” she whispered, her voice catching slightly, “in case you might change yours.” 

 

Vi’s expression shifted, something fragile, something real flickering across it. 

 

Cait’s thumb traced gently along her skin.

“I love you,” she said softly. 

 

Vi didn’t hesitate. “I love you too.” 

 

Cait closed the space between them. 

 

The first kiss was gentle, soft, almost careful.

Then another. And another. Each one lingering longer, deepening, until it became something fuller, warmer, something that said everything they hadn’t quite managed to put into words. 

 

Vi smiled faintly against her lips, breath warm, a little unsteady. 

 

We should probably go,” she murmured, voice low. “Those kids are charging by the minute.” 

 

Cait let out a soft, surprised giggle against her mouth. 

 

“Oh, are they now?” 

 

“Mm-hm,” Vi hummed. “We’re about to go bankrupt.” 

 

Cait smiled, brushing her nose lightly against Vi’s. “Tragic.” 

 

They kissed once more, soft, lingering. 

 

.....

 

 

Cait stood by the mirror, already dressed tyingher hair up in the ponytail. She was talkingfor the past twenty minutes. 

 

“…and the snow leopards are usually in the eastern enclosure this time of year because the temperature regulation is better there, and the aviary, oh it's beautiful in winter, they adjust the humidity so...” 

 

Vi, buttoning her belt, smirked watching Cait’s eyes lit up. The way her hands moved when she talked. The way she got completely carried away. 

 

“…and the primate section has this incredible glass structure now, they redesigned it three years ago to mimic...” 

 

Vi grabbed her jacket from the bed and stepped closer, a soft smile already pulling at her lips. 

 

She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Cait’s temple. “I swear, you’re more excited about this than Elara." She murmured, her palm stroking gently the side of Cait’s hip. 

 

Cait laughed, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “I love that place. I used to come alone all the time. There’s… something about it. The animals, they don’t judge.” 

 

Vi hand froze for a moment. Her chest tightened, a quiet pang of understanding. Cait had been alone as a child. Really alone. And here she was, all grown-up, yet still carrying that little piece of herself that craved a safe, quiet connection with life that simply is. 

 

Cait must have sensed it because she stepped past Vi, tapping her bum playfully and planting a quick kiss on her cheek. “But I’ve got you now.” 

 

Vi’s lips curved into a soft smile. 

 

.....

 

 

By the time they pulled up outside the zoo, the air had turned sharply cold, the kind of winter bite that stung your cheeks and crept under your clothes if you stood still too long. Overhead, the sky had darkened, heavy grey clouds rolling in fast, carried by a cutting northern wind. 

 

Vi stepped out first, immediately flipping the collar of her jacket up against the cold. “Fuck that's cold,” she muttered under her breath before pulling open the back door. 

 

Elara slid across the leather seat and hopped out, already buzzing with energy, as if the cold didn’t exist for her. Her eyes sparkled, wide and bright with excitement. 

 

Vi looked her up and down, then lifted a brow. “Where’s your hat?” 

 

Elara froze. “…Do I have to?” 

 

“Yes.” Both Cait and Vi said in sink. 

 

Elara groaned, dragging her feet as she reached back into the car. “Ugh…” She grabbed the woolly hat and shoved it onto her head with all the drama she could muster. 

 

“And gloves,” Cait added smoothly, adjusting her own coat. 

 

“Oh, come ooon!” 

 

“Excuse the attitude,” Cait replied, crossing her arms, her tone calm but firm, the kind that didn’t invite argument. 

 

Elara huffed. “Fine, fine, I’ll put the gloves on!” she grumbled, digging them out of her pockets and tugging them on with exaggerated annoyance. 

 

Vi smirked, glancing sideways at Cait as she shut the car door with a solid thud. 

 

The building ahead of them was unmistakably Piltover. Brass-trimmed gates framed the entrance, frosted glass panels catching what little light broke through the clouds. Blue-tinted roofs peaked beneath the snow, and lanterns cast soft golden pools of light across the cobbled walkways. 

 

It looked less like a zoo and more like something carefully engineered to feel like wonder. 

 

Beyond the gates, faint animal calls echoed through the air, distant and enticing. Small brass plaques marked each direction, promising adventure just out of sight. 

 

Cait adjusted her coat, then reached down, slipping her gloved hand around Elara’s mittened one without a word. 

 

The little girl could barely stand still, bouncing slightly on her feet as her gaze darted everywhere at once. 

 

They stopped at the small ticket booth by the entrance. Cait handled it with efficient ease, collecting the tickets and handing them out with the organisation of someone running a well-structured school outing rather than a casual day trip. 

 

Vi chuckled under her breath. “You’re enjoying this far too much.” 

 

Cait ignored her, mostly. Instead, she reached into her coat and pulled out a small notebook. 

 

“So,” she began, flipping it open, “I’ve made a plan.” 

 

“Of course you have,” Vi grinned 

 

Cait pointed ahead. “Monkeys are that way.” She turned a page. “Then the birds…” 

 

She continued reading, walking as she spoke, guiding them through the wide entrance hall. The walls on either side were painted in intricate murals, lush jungles, sweeping mountains, animals mid-motion, frozen in colour and life. 

 

Elara stared in awe. 

 

Vi did too. For just a moment, something softened in her expression. The usual edge slipped away, replaced by something lighter, something younger. For a fleeting second, she was just a kid again. And the excitement in her chest burned just as brightly as Elara’s even if she tried her best not to show it. 

 

......

 

 

As soon as they reached the first exhibit, the monkeys, Elara’s hands slipped free from Cait’s grip. She darted forward, sprinting straight to the glass, her mittened palms pressing flat against it as she bounced on her toes. 

 

“Monkeys! Vi, look! They’re swinging!” she squealed, her voice bubbling over with excitement. She leaned closer, nearly squashing her nose to the glass. “Cait, did you see? Look, baby!” 

 

Vi lingered a step behind, hands tucked into her jacket pockets, watching the chaos inside the enclosure with a crooked smirk. “That’s because they’re going batshit crazy behind the bars." she said casually. "Belive me I know the feeling." 

 

Cait’s heart sank. Her expression softened as she stepped closer, reaching up to cup Vi’s cheek. She didn’t say anything at first, just brushed her thumb gently along her skin, grounding, steady. 

 

“Well… let’s cheer them up a bit. Treats always help.” 

 

Vi blinked, caught off guard as Cait unzipped her bag. Inside was an impressive collection of neatly packed snacks. Small pieces of fruit, seed mixes, carefully bundled greens, everything organised with almost military precision. 

 

Vi stared. “How much food did you bring?” 

 

Cait barely looked up. “It depends on the animal,” she said, already moving things around. “The monkeys can have small fruit portions, but not too much sugar, and the birds prefer seeds, although some respond better to....” 

 

She continued, listing animals and corresponding snacks with effortless confidence, down to portions and timing. 

 

Vi shook her head, a grin pulling at her lips. “Nerd.” 

 

Cait ignored that entirely. 

 

Instead, she knelt beside the enclosure and handed a small piece of fruit to Elara. “Here. Hold it gently and let them take it from you. Don’t rush, alright?” 

 

Elara nodded eagerly, copying Cait’s movements with intense concentration. Her small fingers trembled as she held out the fruit, eyes wide as a tiny monkey approached. 

 

The little creature reached out, its delicate hand wrapping around her fingers just long enough to take the treat. 

 

Elara gasped in delight. Then Cait pulled out a camera taking few shots. 

 

Nearby, Vi crouched down, holding out a piece of her own. A curious monkey crept closer, studying her before finally taking it. Its small hand brushed against hers, and Vi let out a quiet laugh, softer than usual. 

 

“Yeah,” she murmured under her breath, watching it scamper off. “I know. It sucks, doesn’t it?” 

 

She gave it another piece without thinking. 

 

Elara chattered nonstop, pointing excitedly at different monkeys, asking endless questions, her voice full of wonder. Cait answered every single one, patient and warm, her eyes bright as she explained each detail. 

 

Vi watched Cait, the way her voice softened, the way she leaned in slightly when Elara spoke, like every word mattered. There was a warmth to her that filled the space around them, something steady and kind. Something that made Vi’s chest tighten just a little. For a moment, she let herself forget everything else. 

 

..... 

 

By the time they reached the aviary, the air changed completely. It was warmer, softer, filled with layers of birdsong that echoed gently through the vast glass-domed enclosure. Pale light filtered down from above, catching flashes of colour as wings flickered from branch to branch. 

 

Cait’s entire posture shifted the moment they stepped inside. 

 

“This is one of my favourites,” she said, already moving a little quicker, guiding them toward a larger enclosure near the centre. “They’ve recently brought in a pair of Luma-echo finches. Native to the eastern Shuriman canopies. Extremely rare.” 

 

Vi raised a brow, following along, while Elara stayed glued to Cait’s side, her head turning in every direction at once. 

 

Inside the enclosure, perched on a twisting branch, sat a small iridescent bird. Its feathers shimmered between deep violet and gold depending on the light, its tiny head tilting as it watched them with unsettling focus. 

 

Cait stepped closer, lowering her voice instinctively. 

 

“They have a remarkable vocal structure,” she said, already gesturing slightly as she spoke. “They can mimic not just sounds, but full phrases. Perfectly. Tone, pitch, even emotional inflection.” 

 

Vi blinked. “You’re joking.” 

 

“I am not,” Cait replied, clearly pleased. 

 

She leaned in slightly. “Good morning.” 

 

The bird tilted its head. “Good morning,” it echoed back, perfectly. 

 

Elara gasped. “No way!” 

 

She rushed forward, pressing her hands against the enclosure. “Hello! My name is Elara!” 

 

The bird puffed up a little. “Hello! My name is Elara!” it repeated brightly. 

 

Elara lit up, bouncing in place. “It said my name!” 

 

Vi leaned in now, fully invested. 

 

“Okay… that’s actually kinda cool,” she admitted. 

 

Cait shot her a small, smug look. “I told you.” 

 

Vi grinned, glancing from Cait back to the bird, something mischievous already forming behind her eyes. 

 

Cait saw it immediately. “Vi…” 

 

Too late. 

 

Vi leaned forward, completely deadpan. “Fuck the council.” 

 

The bird blinked. Elara froze. 

Then, brightly and clearly, the bird repeated “Fuck the council.” 

 

There was a split second of silence. Then Elara burst into laughter. 

 

“Violet!” Cait’s face went bright red as she slapped her hand straight over Vi’s mouth, eyes darting around in horror. “Have you completely lost your mind?” she hissed. 

 

Vi was already laughing into her hand, shoulders shaking, entirely unrepentant. 

 

Elara could barely breathe. “It said it! It said it again!” 

 

“Do not encourage it,” Cait whispered sharply, mortified. 

 

Unfortunately, it was far too late for that. 

 

A zookeeper approached, polite but clearly confused. “Is everything alright here?” 

 

Cait straightened instantly, dropping her hand and snapping into perfect composure. “Yes. Perfectly fine, thank you.” 

 

“Fuck the council,” the bird announced proudly. 

 

Silence. 

 

Vi lost it. Elara collapsed into giggles beside her. 

 

The keeper blinked. 

 

Cait’s face turned an even deeper shade of red. “I am so terribly sorry, it’s just… well…” 

 

“Fuck the council,” the bird repeated, even clearer this time. 

 

The keeper cleared his throat, visibly trying to process his life choices. 

 

Vi raised her hands innocently. “Hey, don’t look at us.” 

 

The bird shifted on its branch, then chirped brightly, “Hello, my name is Elara, fuck the council.” 

 

Cait closed her eyes and pressed her palm over her face in pure, silent horror. 

 

There was absolutely no saving this. 

 

.....

 

 

The canteen was warm, bright, and busy, a lively contrast to the quiet hush of the enclosures. Long counters stretched across the room, lined with steaming trays of roasted vegetables, fresh breads, glazed meats, and colourful salads. 

 

And then there was the dessert section. 

 

An entire display of delicate, perfectly arranged sweets that looked almost too pretty to eat. 

 

Almost. 

 

Vi grabbed two trays in one smooth motion, sliding cutlery onto both before handing one down to Elara. 

 

Elara followed her like a shadow, eyes wide, tracking every single move. 

 

Vi picked up roasted potatoes. 

 

Elara picked up roasted potatoes. 

 

Vi added sliced meat. 

 

Elara added sliced meat. 

 

Vi glanced down, already catching on, a smirk tugging at her lips. “You just gonna copy me all day, huh?” 

 

Elara grinned. “Maybe.” 

 

Vi snorted but said nothing, just casually adding a few extra things onto Elara’s tray. Some greens. A piece of bread. 

 

Then came the cakes. 

 

“Cupcake,” Vi called over her shoulder, “what d’you want?” 

 

Cait had barely stepped into the dessert section before she stopped completely. Her eyes locked onto something behind the glass. 

 

“Oh.” 

 

Vi followed her gaze. 

 

A beautifully layered cake sat in the display. Light sponge, soft cream, and deep violet Ionian berries glistening on top like polished jewels. 

 

Cait’s entire face lit up. 

 

“That one,” she said immediately, pointing, just a touch too eager to sound casual. 

 

Vi’s grin widened. “Knew it.” 

 

She picked up a slice and set it carefully onto Cait’s tray. “Good choice. Might grab the same.” 

 

They moved toward the register, trays balanced, Elara practically bouncing between them. 

 

The woman behind the counter looked up and paused. Then her face brightened. 

 

“Oh! Miss Kiramman, how lovely to see you again.” 

 

Cait straightened slightly, slipping into her usual composed politeness. “Good afternoon, Miss Mia,” she said warmly. 

 

Mia’s gaze flicked between the three of them, her smile growing wider by the second. “Well now… I see you’ve brought company this time.” 

 

Cait glanced briefly at Vi, then down at Elara, something softer flickering across her expression. 

 

“Yes,” she said. “This is my partner, Vi… and this is Elara, our very special little friend.” 

 

“And this is Miss Mia,” Cait added, glancing back. “She used to sneak me extra cake when I was little.” 

 

Mia laughed, delighted. “Oh, she remembers!” 

 

Vi leaned casually against the counter. “I like you already.” 

 

Mia’s eyes sparkled as she looked Vi up and down, clearly approving. “Well, it is very nice to meet you both.” 

 

Then she leaned slightly toward Cait, lowering her voice just enough. “Oh, she’s very pretty,” she said with a teasing smile. “You’ve done well for yourself.” 

 

Cait’s ears turned pink instantly. 

 

“You two make such a lovely couple,” Mia continued, enjoying every second. “So… when’s the wedding, hm?” 

 

Cait opened her mouth. “I… well…” 

 

“They’re engaged!” Elara announced proudly. 

 

Silence. 

 

A perfect, devastating beat. 

 

Mia gasped, full and dramatic. “Oh my goodness, you’re engaged?!” 

 

Cait froze. 

 

Vi choked on a laugh. 

 

Cait turned slowly to Elara, eyes wide. “…Elara.” 

 

Elara shrank slightly under the look. “I’m sorry?” 

 

Cait turned back quickly, composure cracking at the edges. “Oh, I… well… it’s just… if we could perhaps not....” 

 

Too late. Mia had already turned around.

“Everyone!” she called across the kitchen. 

 

Cait’s soul left her body. 

 

“Our Caitlyn is getting married!” 

 

The entire staff erupted. Gasps, cheers, someone clapping, someone shouting congratulations from the back. 

 

Cait stood there, completely stunned, tray still in her hands. “…Oh dear,” she whispered faintly. 

 

Vi leaned down toward Elara, grinning like an absolute menace. “You really fucking nailed that, kid,” she murmured. 

 

Elara covered her mouth, trying not to laugh. “I said sorry!” 

 

Cait pressed her fingers to her forehead, eyes closing in defeat. “I cannot believe this.” 

 

Vi, entirely unhelpful, was still laughing. 

 

......

 

 

The afternoon had started pleasantly enough. After nearly three hours of wandering through the zoo, their visit was finally winding down. 

 

Cait was double-checking her bag for snacks, ever prepared, while Elara bounced beside her like a sugar-fuelled pinball, still running on pure excitement despite the long day. 

 

Then they saw it. 

 

A massive bird stood behind a low fence. Its legs were impossibly long, its neck curved like a coiled rope as it craned forward, beady eyes locking onto them with unnerving focus. It was the sort of creature that made your instincts whisper that perhaps it would be wiser to keep your distance. 

 

Elara clearly did not share that instinct. 

 

Her eyes lit up. “Treat!” she squeaked. 

 

And then she ran. 

 

“Elara, wait!” Cait called, lunging forward, one hand already reaching out. 

 

Too late. 

 

Elara charged straight into the enclosure space, treat clutched in her tiny hand. The bird ruffled its feathers, stepping back slightly, its sharp gaze fixed on the small, fast-moving target approaching it. 

 

And then it spat. 

 

Direct hit. 

 

The slime struck Elara square in the face, stretching and sliding down her cheeks in a slow, glistening trail. 

 

Cait froze. “Shit,” she breathed. 

 

“Too late,” Vi said calmly from behind them. 

 

Elara stood there in stunned silence, her hand still outstretched. Then, as if to complete the humiliation, the bird leaned forward and plucked the treat straight from her fingers before strutting off with complete confidence. 

 

Elara gagged. Then gagged again.

And then came the panicked spitting, her face scrunching as tears welled in her eyes. 

 

Cait snapped into motion. “Tissues!” she called, already digging frantically through her bag. 

 

But Vi was faster. She stepped in without hesitation and wiped Elara’s face with the sleeve of her jacket in one smooth motion. 

 

Cait stopped dead, staring at her. “Vi, for goodness’ sake…” 

 

“Hey, champ, you alright there?” Vi asked, gently tapping Elara’s back. 

 

Elara gagged again. 

 

Cait’s head snapped up. In a sudden burst of panic-fuelled logic, she grabbed a small pouch of treats from her bag, shook the contents straight onto the ground and shoved the empty bag under Elara’s chin. 

 

Vi blinked. “What the…” 

 

Elara promptly threw up into the bag before Vi even finished the sentence. 

 

Cait froze mid-breath. Her eyes watered instantly as she gagged in sympathy, turning her head sharply to the side while still holding the bag in place with rigid determination. 

 

“You sure you don’t need a bag too, Cupcake?” Vi asked, tucking Elara’s hair gently behind her ears. 

 

“I’m fine,” Cait managed, though her voice suggested otherwise. 

 

Vi hid a smile and handed Elara a tissue. “Feeling better?” 

 

“Mmm,” Elara nodded weakly, her eyes red and watery. 

 

..... 

 

Slime mostly wiped, gagging subsided, and Elara clinging to Cait like a very sticky, very traumatized little koala they were ready to go home. 

 

As Cait adjusted her hold, she realised the small weight in her arms had gone limp in the gentlest way possible. Elara’s head rested against her shoulder, her breathing soft and even, fast asleep as if none of it had ever happened. 

 

Cait glanced down, her expression softening despite everything. “Well,” she murmured, quieter now, “someone had an existing day.” 

 

Vi leaned close to Cait, that wicked, mischief-laced grin spreading across her face. “Still want kids?” she teased, voice low and dangerous. 

 

Cait rolled her eyes, though there was a smile fighting its way through. “As a matter of fact, I do. Though, just so we’re perfectly clear, you will be entirely responsible for all vomiting-related incidents.” 

 

Vi grinned wider. “Deal.” 

 

Cait huffed a quiet laugh, shifting Elara slightly in her arms as they stepped out into the open air, leaving behind the battlefield of feathers, slime, and questionable life choices. 

 

...... 

 

Early evening had settled over the Kiramman estate, that quiet hour where the day softened but night had not yet fully taken hold. It was the kind of stillness that belonged to Sundays. Slow. Gentle. Almost suspended in time. The house itself seemed to breathe with it. 

 

Upstairs, behind drawn curtains, one of the guest rooms was wrapped in warmth. The fire crackled softly in the hearth, its glow dancing across the walls. The air carried the faint scent of smoke, mixed with lavender from freshly changed sheets. 

 

Nyx slipped inside quietly, closing the door behind her with care. For a moment, she just stood there. Watching. 

 

Caleb lay exactly as he had for days. Still. Too still. The rise and fall of his chest was the only thing that reminded her he was still here at all. 

 

It had been days since they pulled him out of that wretched place. Days of waiting. Days of not knowing. The uncertainty had settled deep in her chest, heavy and cold, a constant whisper she could not silence. What if he never woke up? 

 

She swallowed hard and moved closer, climbing onto the bed beside him. The mattress dipped slightly under her weight as she shifted, careful, always careful, as if he might break. Her hand found his. She laced their fingers together, holding on, grounding herself in the warmth of his skin. It felt unreal sometimes, how something so simple could mean everything.

Slowly, she brought his hand to her lips and pressed a soft kiss against his knuckles. 

 

“I love you,” she whispered. Her eyes closed, heavy and tiered, exhaustion finally catching up with her. 

 

“Love you too.” The voice was weak. Raspy. Barely more than a breath. But it hit her like thunder. 

 

Nyx’s eyes snapped open. Her heart slammed violently against her ribs as she jerked upright, staring at him. 

 

“Caleb?” Her hand flew to his cheek, trembling. “Caleb?” 

 

His eyes were open. Barely. Heavy-lidded and unfocused, but open. He shifted slightly, wincing faintly as if even that small movement cost him. 

 

“You’re gonna pierce the one ear I’ve got left,” he muttered hoarsely. 

 

For a second, Nyx just stared at him. And then everything broke at once. She let out a sound that was somewhere between a laugh and a sob before launching off the bed like she’d been struck by lightning. 

 

The hallway did not stand a chance. 

 

Nyx burst out of the room at full speed, her boots pounding against the polished floor as she sprinted down the corridor. 

 

She took the stairs two at a time, nearly slipping as she half-jumped, half-flew down the last few steps and slammed straight into a maid. 

 

“Sorry!” Nyx blurted, grabbing the poor woman by the shoulders before she could even react. “Where’s Tobias?” 

 

The maid blinked, completely thrown. “Oh...ma’am, I...” 

 

“Toby,” Nyx cut in urgently, giving her a small shake. “Man of the house, Kiramman king himself, where the hell is he?” 

 

The maid stared at her for a moment, clearly trying to catch up with… all of that. “I...he just went into the library,” she managed. 

 

Nyx lit up. “Thanks, you’re a star!” She drabbed the made into a tight hug, the woman blinked utterly confused. 

 

And then she was gone. The maid stood there blinking into the empty hallway as if she was questioning every life decision. 

 

In the meanwhile Tobias was enjoying what had promised to be a very peaceful evening. 

 

He sat comfortably in the library, a book open in his lap, a steaming cup of tea resting on the small table beside him. The fire crackled softly in the corner, the room wrapped in quiet sophistication. He reached for his tea. 

 

But then the library doors slammed open with such force that the sound echoed off the walls. 

 

Tobias startled violently. His hand jerked. The teacup went flying, the tea smashing across the carpet as the cup rolled to a stop. 

 

“Good heavens!” 

 

Nyx stood in the doorway, slightly bent forward, hands on her knees, breathing hard like she had just outrun death itself. 

 

Tobias stared at her. “…Should I be concerned?” he asked carefully. 

 

Nyx straightened, eyes wide, chest still rising and falling quickly. “My brother,” she said, her voice catching. “He’s awake.” 

 

....

 

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