when you grew up as a lonely uncool girl it will never stop haunting you by the way. you will meet a cool person at a bar or the train station or at a friend's party and you can wear your most stylish outfit and striking eye makeup and you will swear that they can see through all of the facade and see the lonely terribly insecure teenage girl you used to be who desperately wanted to connect and you will swear that they know that there is like an insurmountable gap between you. this will happen forever
Can I just say, I LOVE the trio of Caitlyn songs that we get in Act 1 of Season 2, right when Caitlyn's arc is really taking off: I Can't Hear It Now, Heavy is the Crown, and Hellfire. Each one is an absolute banger in its own right, each one is completely unique, and yet together they are so telling of the immense grief, pressure, and rage that she's experiencing during this time.
hi bunny! thank you for the prompt!! i'm in love with the princess au, so continuing the last fic for this one, hope you enjoy 💕 (vi fans - sick vi will be next up in this au, dw)
prompt: 10. "One more sneeze and you're going to bed." | wc: 1.6k | cw: suggestive content, it got a lil' spicy but nothing explicit
by your side, ch 2
chapter 1
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Vi frowns as she watches Princess Caitlyn sniffle into her handkerchief, then neatly slice open a fresh envelope with her letter-opener.
Caitlyn’s been alternating between sniffling, sneezing, and coughing for much of the day, as her cold becomes increasingly worse. Glued to her side as always, Vi has kept careful note of all her symptoms, unable to tamp down on a growing pang of worry in her chest for the princess.
It’s Vi’s sworn duty as Caitlyn’s personal knight to protect the princess at all cost, even with her life, if necessary. But Vi’s concern for Caitlyn goes beyond just that of a knight looking after her princess. In the months that she’s gotten to know Caitlyn, Vi has found herself increasingly infatuated with the princess. Not only is Caitlyn stunningly beautiful, she’s also whip-smart and deeply thoughtful. She can be quite headstrong at times, but also has a gentle, noble heart, and truly wishes the best for all the people of Piltover.
Vi knows nothing can ever happen between her and Caitlyn, it’s a fantasy at best to imagine a knight courting a princess. But that doesn’t help her get rid of her feelings for Caitlyn, or stop her heart from longing for her.
Today however, her heart is mostly filled with concern, and also a mild frustration. Caitlyn has chosen to be stubborn about her illness – no surprise there – and has thwarted all of Vi’s attempts to get her to rest. Somehow the princess had managed to conceal her symptoms well enough during breakfast that neither the King or Queen caught wind of her illness, but in private with Vi, it’s all too obvious.
Vi’s frown deepens as Caitlyn bends over for what seems like her hundredth sneeze of the day.
“Bless you,” Vi supplies with a sigh, resisting the urge to simply sweep the princess into her arms and carry her off to bed herself.
“Thank you, excuse me,” Caitlyn answers politely, sniffling heavily and rubbing at her red nose. Vi reaches into her pocket and pulls out the last of the handkerchiefs that she had nicked from the laundry earlier, offering it over silently.
Caitlyn gratefully exchanges her well-used handkerchief for the fresh one, blowing her nose. Vi winces at the congested sound of it.
Vi shifts on her feet, debating whether or not to try reasoning with Caitlyn again. Technically it’s not her place to question the princess’ decisions, but then again, it’s also up to her to ensure Caitlyn’s safety at all times – whether she likes it or not. Surely that extends to her state of health, as well.
The decision turns out to be easy to make, however, when Caitlyn abandons the letter she’d been reading to hurriedly press the handkerchief to her nose for another round of harsh sneezes.
“Princess, one more sneeze and you’re going to bed,” Vi says firmly, giving her a stern look. “You’re obviously miserable and I can’t let you work yourself to death like this. And blessings.”
“I would hardly consider attending to my mail ‘working myself to death’,” Catilyn huffs, crossing her arms and glaring at Vi. But what with her watery eyes and pink nose, Vi finds her more cute than intimidating.
Vi lets out another long breath and comes to crouch in front of the princess’ armchair, praying to the gods for patience.
“Cait. You’re ill, and you’re not going to get any better unless you actually rest,” Vi says gently, holding her gaze. “As your knight, sworn to your care and protection, I cannot sit idly by and watch you become increasingly unwell. I should have to alert Their Highnesses of your condition if you will not listen to reason.”
Caitlyn narrows her eyes. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Oh, wouldn’t I?” Vi raises an eyebrow, her lips quirking up. “Perhaps you shouldn’t test me, princess.”
“I –” Caitlyn starts to reply, but then hastily turns away from Vi to smother another sneeze into her handkerchief.
“Bless you,” Vi smirks, pushing to her feet and offering a hand to help Caitlyn up. “Bed.”
“That’s hardly necessary,” Caitlyn groans, but she allows Vi to tug her to her feet anyway.
“Why don’t you let me decide what’s necessary for your wellbeing, for the moment,” Vi says, as they make their way out of the study and down the hall to Caitlyn’s bedchambers. “Since you clearly have a skewed perception on the matter.”
Caitlyn gives another quiet huff, but doesn’t push the subject, which Vi knows must mean she feels worse than she’s letting on.
“Would you like me to get your lady’s maids to attend to you?” Vi asks, once they reach Caitlyn’s bedroom. She hovers just on the threshold, having never been inside the princess’ bedchambers before.
“No, they’ll make such a fuss,” Caitlyn sighs, coughing a little into her shoulder. “You can help me, come in.”
Vi feels her cheeks heat, but she follows Caitlyn into the room anyway, trying not to worry about the lack of propriety. The two of them have never been much for following the formalities usually dictated by Caitlyn’s status. But entering Caitlyn’s bedchambers is one line Vi hasn’t crossed yet. She can see the weariness etched into the princess’ face, however, and understands her desire for privacy. Since Vi is the one insisting she rest, she figures she can at least concede to Caitlyn in this area.
Caitlyn retrieves a nightgown from her dresser, and lays it neatly on her four-poster bed that’s laden with expensive quilts and embroidered pillows. She turns to Vi, a hint of uncertainty softening her features.
“Could you assist me with my corset?” she asks, her sapphire blue eyes gleaming. “Just undoing the ties.”
“Of course,” Vi says, her voice husky. She averts her eyes while Caitlyn lifts her blue and gold dress up and over her shoulders and sets it aside.
“Okay, go ahead,” Caitlyn says, turning her back to Vi, and Vi swallows as she takes in the sight of Caitlyn dressed only in a soft, silky white slip with a tightly bound corset over it. She longs to run her fingers over Caitlyn’s bare, tanned skin, to press her lips to the curve of her long neck.
Vi gives herself a mental shake and clears her throat. “Uh – I’ll try to be gentle,” she murmurs, reaching for the ties of Caitlyn’s corset. She knows her way around a corset – Caitlyn’s isn’t the first she’s undone – but the air feels thick as she quietly pulls at the strings, taking her time unraveling the tightly done loops.
Caitlyn seems to feel the tension between them too, and she stays quiet while Vi works, except for the occasional cough or sniffle.
“There,” Vi says, once she’s finished, giving Caitlyn’s waist a gentle squeeze. She helps Caitlyn pull the loosened corset up and over her shoulders, setting it aside next to her shed dress. Her eyes can’t help but flick down to the princess’ sheer, lacy underdress, which leaves little to the imagination.
When she meets Caitlyn’s eyes again, her cheeks are flushed and her lips are parted. Vi moves closer to her, cupping her jaw, running a thumb over her cheekbone.
But then Caitlyn’s eyelashes flutter and she sneezes once, then twice, sniffling afterward.
Vi steps back, the moment broken, and gives her a sympathetic smile. “Let’s get you in bed, princess.”
Caitlyn looks a little put out but she lets Vi nudge her toward her massive bed. She easily slips into her nightgown, and Vi pulls back the heavy covers for her so she can slide under them. Vi collects a couple of pillows and fluffs them for her, propping them behind Caitlyn’s back.
“There, much better,” Vi says, once Caitlyn is settled. She takes a seat on the bedside, studying her intently. “How are you feeling? Truthfully.”
“I’ve had worse,” Caitlyn deflects, but her shoulders slump when Vi shoots her a disbelieving look. “But…I suppose I have also felt better.”
Vi’s eyebrows knit, and she reaches a hand out in a silent question. Caitlyn nods, and Vi presses the back of her hand to her forehead.
“You’re warm,” Vi frowns, her hand drifting to Caitlyn’s hair, tucking a navy strand behind her ear. “I want the physician to attend to you if you’re not improved by this evening.”
Caitlyn sighs. “I suppose it was foolheartedly to think I could hide this illness indefinitely.”
“Is it such a terrible thing to be taken care of?” Vi asks softly, giving her a curious look. “Why do you resist it so?”
In a rare display of bashfulness, Caitlyn glances away and her cheeks tint pink. “I don’t like feeling weak,” she admits, biting a lip. “There are so many more important things I could be doing for the kingdom, instead of laying around in bed.”
“You do so much good work, princess,” Vi murmurs, laying her hand warmly on top of Caitlyn’s. “But you are not invincible.”
“I wish to be,” Caitlyn says, a determined resolve shining in her eyes.
“I know,” Vi gives her a wry smile. “But for now, let yourself be human, and ill. It’s alright.”
“Thank you for your care,” Caitlyn says, her face soft. “I suppose I don’t mind as much, when it comes from you.”
“I will always be here for you,” Vi promises, and she knows deep down in her bones that she means it.
Caitlyn smiles fondly up at her, and Vi’s heart feels full to the brim with warmth.
She stays by Caitlyn’s side, stroking her hair and talking to her softly, until she drifts into a deep sleep.
⋅⊰ summary ⊱⋅ princess caitlyn isn't always great at taking care of herself, but her loyal knight vi will make sure she's looked after.
⋅⊰ prompts ⊱⋅ 2. "you never sneeze this much. are you sure you're feeling okay?" & 9. "are you shivering?...you definitely are."
⋅⊰ author's note ⊱⋅ I decided to start a knight vi & princess caitlyn au! they're just too cute. lmk if you like this au, I def want to write more in this world! also i'm super excited I figured out how to do fancy formatting loll
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Caitlyn fights to keep her eyes open as she stands in front of the full-length mirror, her lady-in-waiting fussing with the ties of her corset. Usually Caitlyn is unbothered by early mornings – she likes to get a start on the day while the morning is still fresh and the sun is just starting to rise.
Today, however, she’d awoken with a weariness deep in her bones and a fire in her throat. She had resisted the urge to stay in bed, though. She had things to do, no matter how she was feeling, and she didn’t like being fussed over. She gets enough of that as the sole heir to the Kiramman throne already, let alone what would transpire if the castle staff or the king and queen found out she was feeling unwell.
So, she’s determined to push through her malaise and go about her business as usual. Perhaps she can make the illness retreat by sheer force of will. She would like to think that’s possible, anyway.
After her lady-in-waiting finishes dressing her, Caitlyn thanks her and slips into her warm winter cloak. She usually starts the day with a walk around the castle grounds, and perhaps the fresh winter air will invigorate her and drive away the ache in her muscles.
She heads out of her chambers, finding her knight Vi waiting for her just outside her door as usual.
“Morning, princess,” Vi says, standing up straighter and adjusting her sword. “How is Your Highness this day?”
“Oh, hush with the formalities,” Caitlyn gives Vi an unamused look. “I’m quite well, thank you.”
Dame Violet Lanes – Vi – became Caitlyn’s personal knight only a few short months ago, but they bonded quickly. Caitlyn likes that Vi treats her less like royalty and more like a friend, something Caitlyn gets very little of in her gilded life. It also doesn’t hurt that Vi is heart-stoppingly attractive, but Caitlyn tries not to dwell on that too much. She is meant to marry someone of higher station than Vi, much to her dismay. But still, her heart can’t help but flutter everytime she sees the fit, red-haired knight.
Vi chuckles a little, following Caitlyn a half-step’s length behind as they traverse the sprawling, stone corridors of the castle. “The queen could have my head for impropriety, you know.”
“She wouldn’t dare,” Caitlyn snorts softly. “She knows you’re the only knight I can halfway tolerate.”
“A ringing endorsement, if I ever heard one,” Vi smirks.
Caitlyn begins a witty reply, but then her breath hitches, and she pauses her stride. She digs around in the pocket of her dress for the monogrammed handkerchief she always carries, pressing it to her nose and twisting away from Vi to sneeze into it once, then twice. The sneezes make her sinuses throb painfully, and there’s a burning itch in her nose that doesn’t seem quite satisfied. She gives a quiet blow into the cloth, then sniffles.
There’s a warm hand resting in the space between her shoulder blades. “Bless you, princess,” Vi murmurs, and when Caitlyn turns to face her, she sees a crease between Vi’s eyebrows. “Are you quite well?”
“Yes, of course,” Caitlyn says smoothly, pocketing her handkerchief. “Excuse me, please.”
“It’s rather chilly out today,” Vi notes, as they begin walking down the corridor again. “Maybe it would be best to forgo your usual walk?”
“Nonsense,” Caitlyn shakes her head, rubbing her nose to try to quell the bothersome itch. “I enjoy the fresh air. It will do me good.”
Vi makes a disapproving sort of noise, but Caitlyn decides to ignore it. One of the reasons she enjoys having Vi as her knight is that she doesn’t usually interfere too much with Caitlyn’s activities, not objecting to her riding her horse for hours or going on long hunts in the forest, as long as the knight deems it safe.
However, Vi is keenly observant, always seeming to notice whenever something is off with Caitlyn, which does irritate her a tad. Although her concern is endearing, Caitlyn doesn’t like being told she can’t do something. Her mother says she’s much too headstrong for a princess, but she doesn’t see it that way. She simply likes her freedom, that is all.
A nagging voice in the back of her head tells her that perhaps Vi is right that it’s unwise to spend time in the harsh winter air when she’s on the verge of a cold, but she ignores it. She’ll be fine, she’s sure of it.
The two of them make their way downstairs and out the doors leading to the castle’s sprawling gardens. The bite of cold air makes Caitlyn’s face sting and her nose immediately start running, but she just pulls her cloak tighter and continues on.
It is a beautiful day, with snow as white as cotton blanketed out over the grounds. There are birds chirping their morning songs in the trees, and a slight breeze lifts the hair from Caitlyn’s neck, making her feel quite invigorated.
She suppresses a shiver, beginning her walk through the rose garden as she usually does. She can’t enjoy the walk quite as much as she would like, however, as her limbs feel heavier than normal and her nose itches and runs irritatingly. Not long after they start their walk, Caitlyn has to pause to sneeze again into her handkerchief and blow her nose. She’s starting to wish she brought more than one with her, as the one she’s using won’t last much longer.
“Bless you. You never sneeze this much,” Vi observes with narrowed eyes, studying her. “Are you sure you’re feeling alright, princess?”
“I’m fine,” Caitlyn insists, internally cursing the congested note to her words. “Let’s enjoy the morning, Vi.” She leads them further into the garden, striding along with more vigor than she feels.
By the time they reach the grove of fruit trees, Caitlyn is chilled to her bones. She’s starting to shiver and her face feels warm. She stumbles a little when she suddenly sneezes again, nearly tripping over her feet.
“Woah, woah, I’ve got you,” Vi’s hands shoot out, steadying her immediately. She holds onto Caitlyn’s shoulders firmly, and Caitlyn tries not to melt into her hold like she desperately wants to.
“Bless you, again” Vi murmurs, her icy blue eyes tracing over her face, eyebrows knitted together. “Are you shivering, princess?”
“I’m alright,” Caitlyn says, pressing the back of her hand to her running nose with a hearty sniffle, trying to sound more well than she feels. “We can continue on.”
But her body betrays her by giving another violent shiver that makes her shake under Vi’s hold, and her knight’s frown deepens. “You are shivering. C’mon – inside, Cait. You need to get warm.” Vi steers her back toward the castle, moving her hand to rest warmly on the small of Caitlyn’s back.
“You’re not well,” Vi worries as their boots crunch over the snow, glancing over at Caitlyn. “You should be in bed, princess.”
“It’s nothing but a bit of a sniffle,” Caitlyn says with a small sigh. “Please, I don’t want a fuss, Vi.”
“It’s my job to look after you,” Vi murmurs, and Caitlyn’s stomach swoops at the sweet concern rounding her voice. “Sometimes that means making a fuss, if you need it. Especially when you’re being stubborn.”
“I have never been stubborn a day in my life,” Caitlyn grins cheekily, and Vi rolls her eyes at her.
“Right, how could I be so mistaken?” Vi snorts, holding the castle door open for Caitlyn once they reach it. “Take off that damp cloak and go sit by the fire.”
“I believe I’m the one who’s supposed to be giving orders,” Caitlyn muses, but she lets Vi help her out of her cloak anyway, and she shudders again once her chilled body is exposed to the warmer air of the castle. Then she turns into her shoulder to cough, the sound a little harsh in the quiet halls of the castle.
“Warm up, now,” Vi orders, her voice more stern now, and she guides Caitlyn into the great room where there’s a fire crackling merrily in the fireplace. “I’ll have the kitchen prepare you tea.”
Caitlyn gives another long-suffering sigh, but she has to admit the warmth from the fire feels heavenly, and she sinks gratefully into the overstuffed couch cushions. Vi gives her an assessing sort of look, her hands on her hips.
“What do you need, princess? Should I send for the physician?” Vi asks, gathering up a knit blanket from one of the couches and draping it over Caitlyn’s shoulders. She presses the back of her hand to Caitlyn’s forehead. “You might be slightly feverish.”
“I don’t need the physician, it’s nothing,” Caitlyn says stubbornly. “Just let me rest a bit.” She leans back against the couch and closes her eyes wearily, fighting back the cough that starts to bubble up again.
Vi sucks her teeth disapprovingly. “You need tea. I’ll be right back – stay there and rest, Cait.”
Caitlyn nods, too exhausted to think about moving anyway.
She must doze off, because next thing she knows she’s awoken by a tender hand on her shoulder, thumb rubbing against her tight muscles.
She cracks her eyes open, her own gaze meeting Vi’s concerned, slightly sharp one. Vi is close enough that Caitlyn can see the spray of light brown freckles that wash across her cheeks, and the faint scar that cuts into the plush bow of her lips. Caitlyn swallows thickly, realizing it would just take a short movement to press their mouths together, to feel Vi’s lips against hers.
Vi’s gray-blue eyes flick to her lips, then back up, and Caitlyn sees her throat bob with a gulp of her own.
The moment is unceremoniously broken by Caitlyn’s cold, however, when she’s forced to sharply twist to the side with a trio of sneezes that leave her head pounding and her nose running furiously.
She sniffles thickly, pressing her wrist to her nose and fishing in her pocket for her handkerchief with her spare hand. “‘scuse me, my apologies,” she croaks, her voice heavy with congestion.
“Bless you, poor thing,” Vi hums sympathetically. She reaches into her pocket and produces a clean handkerchief. “I brought you extras, here, princess.”
Caitlyn takes the cloth gratefully and blows her nose loudly into it, feeling slightly embarrassed by her increasing symptoms, but also a little too tired to care much. Plus it’s Vi, and she finds herself oddly comfortable around her knight in a way that she doesn’t feel with anyone else.
When she’s finished, Vi reaches for the teacup and saucer sitting on the oak coffee table, handing them over carefully. “It has honey, for your throat,” Vi murmurs, concerned frown back on her face. “I could take it to your room for you, if you’d like to retire to bed.”
“That won’t be necessary,” Caitlyn says, accepting the cup and taking a sip. The warm liquid does feel incredibly soothing on her raw throat. “I still plan to attend to my duties.”
Vi gives her a long look. “Has anyone ever told you you’re extremely tiresome to look after?”
Caitlyn laughs, which turns into a cough. Vi pats her back gently as she works to quell the cough with a few slow sips of tea. “I believe you are the first to say so aloud, besides my mother,” Caitlyn says with a smile, once she’s caught her breath.
“Figures,” Vi shakes her head with a huff, but Caitlyn doesn’t miss the grin on her face. “At least take it easy, please? You’re obviously coming down with something.”
“I’ll do my best,” Caitlyn says, more serious now, and clasps her hand over Vi’s. “Thank you for your concern.”
“Anytime, princess,” Vi murmurs, lips quirking up with a lopsided smile. “Stubborn or not, I’ll always take care of you.”
Caitlyn feels a flush rise to her cheeks that has nothing to do with her illness, and she tears her eyes away from Vi’s.
She knows she needs to keep her feelings for her knight in check. Vi certainly isn’t making it easy though, looking at her with so much care and tenderness in her gaze. But Caitlyn is heir to the throne of Piltover. She cannot indulge in such silly fantasies as becoming involved with her knight.
But she supposes she’s allowed to curl up on the couch next to her for a few minutes, while she sips her tea and enjoys Vi’s solid, steady presence at her side.
It's funny and weird at the same time how some people call Caitlyn's Evil Cop, or Bad Character, or whatever. SHE IS NOT!!
Like let's be serious guys, we never saw her kill an innocent person, even when my friend saw the show he is not a fan of Arcane but he saw a lot of comments about it and I also urged him to watch it after all the excitement around it when I asked him about his opinion on the show and especially the character of Caitlyn he told me, he expected after all the posts and comments about her that she would go to Zaun and kill people with her gun he didn't expect that she just wears a costume that looks like a vampire and looks tough and mean, she would get this much hate. He even asked me why people don't talk or blame Ambessa isn't she the main reason behind most of the problems in this season and also Singed or even Silco and his allies?
I couldn't answer him except that people have double standards and are hypocrites because their criticism of Caitlyn's character is not because she did one bad thing but because she is from Piltover and an enforcer. I'm sure if Caitlyn was from Zaun and did worse things they would sympathize with her and love her, so their criticism is so hypocritical and has double standards. In short, their criticism of a character is not because she did bad things, but because of who she is and where she is from.
They forget that silco and his allies kills a lot of people and children, mainly people from the undercity, even kids and he was pay enforcers to kill anyone who opposed him. And in LOL have put a mini game on the clien and there you could find out that Silco use kids as lab rat to test the chem tanks.
If you're really mad at Caitlyn for her bad actions, so why do you sympathize with these criminals??
Btw, I'm glad Caitlyn took them down. They deserved it, for what they did to the Zaun people during Silco's 7 years of rule. He kills an entire family just to control Zaun and flooding an entire city with shimmer.
And I'm sure now someone will come and tell me that Caitlyn used the gas on all of Zaun and killed people with it. Seriously idiot where did you get this? Can you show me a picture from the show that people died because of grey, and if it's true then the characters must are talking about it, that Caitlyn uses grey to kill innocent people. So this claim is not true, we saw at the beginning of episode 3 how Caitlyn used the gas strategically and not randomly and Amanda confirmed that. So she used it to catch gangs there. Bc seriously, 5 people wouldn't go to catch hundreds of gang members that easily, and also if one of the people got hurt Ekko would have talked about it and we know that Ekko is the most loyal person to his people, so even Ekko himself didn't complain about using grey, he and Scar were talking about the gangs that were working with Silco, and they didn't care about gas, why? Because this gas didn't hurt them.
This is clear evidence. What more do you want? The writers confirmed and even in the art book, it is written that Caitlyn used it to take down the Chem-Barons goons and not to eliminate the Zaun people as some stupid claim.
Even if it hurt them and that using it was an evil act, why didn't you say this when Jinx used it on Piltover and injured innocent people, women and children, she didn't target enforcers for example, Jinx use the Grey randomly unlike Caitlyn, but is anyone talking about this? Of course not. And worse when I saw comments saying that Jinx should blow up Piltover again and eliminate the people of Piltover. Like some people have shown their true colors, that they don't care if a character did something bad or good, all they care about is who this character is.
And because Jinx is from Zaun and they have every right to do bad things, but Piltover doesn't even if they do good things they are still bad, what a shallow and ridiculous thinking. some Arcane fandom are probably the most stupid fandom nowadays, to them everyone from Zaun is a perfect angel who never do nothing wrong, everyone from Piltover is a monster with no feelings
The show is not black and white there is not one side is good and another side is bad, that only exists in Disney movies, go and watch it if you are this kind of boring and traditional storytelling.
Arcane proves every day that this show is not for everyone and if you want to enjoy it you have to open your mind well and be open-minded, and most importantly put politics and real life issues aside, and enjoy this fantasy world with flawed characters and good writing. (This show is not designed to solve political issues at the end of the day. It is a show based on a video game)
So there is no need to take this show seriously and insult people and spread false allegations about people who love a fictional character just to feel that you are morally superior, do not see that you look like asshole 🙂
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