Pairing ; Caitlyn Kiramman x gn!reader
Warning(s) ; cursing & a god awful idea in the middle of the night.
Cael's note ; I haven't posted in a while, also heavily into atsv at the moment so expect a shit ton of fics from that, follow my tt btw "@ shxnihara " ! Short self indulgent fic because I got back into my arcane phase a few weeks ago
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The two of you hated each other.
And I mean—hated each other.
Caitlyn, who was born into 'royalty' and 'power', whilst you were born in a ditch, long to be forgotten by the people: Whom you hated just as much as they did.
So imagine your shock when your employer had actually managed to snag a spot in a luxurious masquerade up in Piltover where you'll be acting as a bodyguard for—you guessed it: Caitlyn motherfucking Kiramman.
At first you thought it was a joke, not until the councilor herself—as well as the daughter—entered through the rustic doors of your employers hideout with a shit-ton of enforcers behind them.
Caitlyn and you locked eyes, momentarily glaring at each other while her mother spoke with a tone of authority, and although she seemed to be talking about something really important—neither of you decided to listen.
Instead, you both just sneered at each other and spouted a few words of acknowledgement here and there.
"I don't understand why we have to work together."
"Yeah, I don't think your Mother loves you that much."
And now here you were, sitting on Caitlyn's bed as she got ready for the masquerade. Her pale back was turned towards you while she put on her expensive jewelry, and dress.
Thing is however, as much as you hated to stare—Caitlyn was so damn beautiful. Her body both a mix of femininity and masculine, stating that she'd done more than just throw tea parties whilst growing up.
But it seemed as though Caitlyn had caught on to your staring session. She rolled her eyes and let out a breath that almost sounded like a chuckle, "Can you do something other than stare?" Caitlyn tutted with a sly grin as she looked at herself in the standing mirror.
You immediately snickered at her comment and looked away when accused. "Can you do something other than be pretty?" You quipped, taking another quick look back at Caitlyn for fun, only to laugh when you saw her staring at you from the mirror with a raised eyebrow; like she was non-verbally telling you 'Really?'.
"I'm not dressing pretty just to show off. I'm dressing pretty because I need to for this stupid mission." Caitlyn huffed and tried to zip up her long blue dress adorned with multiple gold linings that accentuated her figure. You rolled your eyes when she pathetically tried to zip it up, but to no avail, she groaned and sighed.
"... Look, I hate asking for this but—" She started but you already cut her off by standing up from her bed. "Yeah yeah, I know. Just don't punch me out of nowehere, okay?" You muttered as you stood behind her, but not too close to be called uncomfortable.
Sure, you might hate each other, but you aren't a fucking weirdo. You noticed Caitlyn flinch when you approached, and you looked at her from the mirror. "Hey, I'm not gonna do anything to you. Just relax, it's just a stupid dress malfunction." You reassured in a slight sass.
Caitlyn glanced at you on the reflective surface with a reluctant expression before she let a sigh of her own slip from her mouth. "Fine." She grumbled childishly, which caused you to smile.
You pinched the fabric together with one hand, and held the zipper on the other, before you slowly began to pull it up inch by inch; watching as the dress began to cover Caitlyn's skin from behind.
You could feel Caitlyn's breath hitching, her staring at your reflection in the mirror as you focused on helping her zip up her dress. Although it was purely innocent—Caitlyn felt something tug at her heart strings at the sight of you without that usual smirk or frown of yours.
She'd sometimes wonder what it'd be like to just... Be friends with you instead of enemies.
"Don't tell me you're falling for me, Cait?" You grinned as you finished zipping her dress up and placed your hands on her shoulders. Caitlyn's eyes widened as she stammered to come up with a response, which made you laugh.
"I'm only pulling your panties, Madam. After all, it'd be such a pain if we started a scandal—" First you were speaking, next thing you knew, Caitlyn turned around and pulled you in by the neck for a rather rough kiss
You were shocked at first, but soon enough, you gently placed your hands on her hips and pulled her in closer. You could taste her lipstick on your tongue as the two of you lost yourselves in the heat of the moment.
Not until a few moments later that the situation dawned on Caitlyn. She softly pulled back with red coating her cheeks, you could only grin at her response. "So... I'm guessing you don't really care about a scandal?" You teased, which earned you a pinch on the side of your neck.
Caitlyn huffed a heavy sigh before smiling, "I absolutely hate you." She whispered closely. You smiled and stared at her lips, "God, I hate you more."
She chuckled and reluctantly pulled away as she held your hand. "Now come on, who knows what'll happen if we're late for the masquerade?" Caitlyn asked, a bit worried now as she dragged you towards her door.
"World peace? Specifically my own peace because I'd definitely earn that if we just stayed here and made out."
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