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Falter

Caitlyn Kirmman x fem!reader

summary: You betrayed her, so why did Caitlyn's heart ache at the sight of you wounded?

warning: minimal gore (Wounds, cuts, blood), death, angst, mentions of fighting

A/N: short one!!! But yeah I've had this idea for awhile 😊

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Caitlyn sat upright, her body slumped weakly under the weight of her injuries. Her blurred gaze tracked the dark red drops of blood falling from the cut from her left eye, splattering onto the ground below. Her trembling right hand pressed tightly against the stab wound on her side, trying to stop the bleeding, but her strength was wavering.

With effort, her gaze lifted. The soft light of the blue sky makes her blink. When her vision cleared, it landed on you. You lay motionless on the ground, the spear Ambessa had wielded gave you a large cut on your stomach. Blood seeped from the wound, pooling beneath you, as your chest rose and fell in increasingly shallow breaths.

Caitlyn’s heart twisted painfully, her grief a raw and an open wound. She wanted to hate you. Desperately. She wanted to curse your name for the betrayal that cut deeper than any blade. You had worked for Ambessa behind her back, yet somehow made your way back into her life.

But even as rage coiled in her chest, she couldn’t ignore the truth. You’d had your chance to kill her—and you didn’t. When the moment came, you faltered. Ambessa had expected that, but Caitlyn didn't. Instead, you turned against her orders, fighting by Caitlyn and Mel's side to stop her. But it was your defiance that cost you. Ambessa didn’t hesitate, striking you down before Caitlyn’s horrified eyes.

A broken sob escaped her lips. Why? Why did you come back into her life? Why did you comfort her after her mother’s death, hold her when she was at her most vulnerable, and make her fall in love with you again? Only to shatter her trust with the truth that you had been working for Noxus all along?

The questions gnawed at her. Had your serving for Noxus begin the moment you left Piltover at 15? Or was it later, when your letters stopped coming, despite your promises to keep in touch? Caitlyn felt sick with the uncertainty, her anger rising even more at the memory of your betrayal.

But that anger couldn’t drown out the ache in her heart. You had defended her—fought for her—even as it cost you your life.

God, why did it have to be you?

Her breath hitched as she saw your hand begin to loosen its grip on your wound. Caitlyn couldn’t stop herself. With sheer determination, she tried to crawl toward you, her arms shaking as she struggled to hold the weight of her body. She didn’t know if she was reaching to help you or to curse you one last time, but it didn’t matter. Her body betrayed her, collapsing under its own weight.

A sharp cry of pain escaped her as she hit the ground, her vision swimming with tears. Despite her pain, she kept her eyes on you, watching your chest rise one more time, praying for a miracle that she knew wouldn't happen.

When your body finally stilled, Caitlyn broke. Silent tears streamed from her uninjured eye, her shoulders shaking as sobs wracked her wounded frame. She felt like she was shattering into pieces, caught between the memory of your betrayal and the sight of your lifeless form lying before her.

She almost wished you had never returned—never reignited the fire in her heart for you—because now she would forever carry the unbearable weight of loving and losing you.

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Tease

Desperate!Vampire!Caitlyn Kiramman x gn!reader

summary: Caitlyn wants— needs to taste you. But you just won't let her.

warning: blood (not that much), suggestive stuff

A/N: apologies if this is... Messy... I haven't wrote in months 🙁

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"Please," she barely whispered, her voice tinged with a soft, desperate whine. Caitlyn's face was buried in the crook of your neck, her breath warm and shivering against your skin. Goosebumps ran down your spine as you felt her inhale deeply, savoring your scent like it was the only thing keeping her going.

She sat comfortably on your lap, her slim frame trembling slightly as your hands wrapped possessively around her waist. You couldn’t help yourself—you loved teasing her. She was so beautiful when she was like this, her usual calm and confident demeanor unraveling into raw need.

You bit your lip as you felt her fangs graze your neck. The sensation was exciting, sending sparks of heat coursing through you. "Cait..." you murmured, feigning a stern tone, though your voice betrayed the slight tremble of excitement.

Caitlyn whimpered, nuzzling deeper into your neck like she was trying to hide her desperation. The corner of your lips tugged upward into a small, knowing smile. You both knew she wouldn’t bite without your permission, and yet you kept up the act, as if she wasn't allowed.

"Darling, please," her voice trembled, the desperation visible now. God, she sounded so gorgeous when she begged for you. "I-I've been good."

Your gaze dropped to meet hers, her light blue eyes shimmering with need. There was no mistaking the silent plea in them, the way they darted to your lips and back to your eyes. Her hips buck against you, pressing into your lower stomach, and you instinctively gripped her waist, pushing her down to keep her still.

A pleased hum escaped your lips as you felt the ghost of her lips brushing your neck. "Need you..." Caitlyn whispered, her voice soft, almost meek, between the kisses she left trailing across your skin. Her fingers dug into your shoulders.

"Do you?" you whispered low into her ear, your breath fanning across her skin. Her back arched slightly, responding to the subtle provocation.

"I do—" she was quick to reply, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze. Her navy hair fell into her face, but it only showed how desperate she is for you. She sighed, and you reached up to gently tuck her hair behind her ear. "You know I do." Your smile only grows.

She leaned into your touch as your hand cupped her cheek, her skin cold but soft beneath your palm. The way she shifted her face, nuzzling into your hand, reminded you of a puppy craving affection. Those twinkling, pleading eyes and the slight pout on her lips were driving you crazy.

Caitlyn's fingers wrapped around your wrist as she turned her head to press a kiss to your palm. Your thumb brushed against her lips, teasing her. When you applied the smallest pressure, her lips opened obediently. You let your thumb trace the edge of her fang, and she whimpered, her chest rising and falling with uneven breaths.

Her lips closed around your thumb, her tongue brushing against it as she sucked lightly. A muffled moan escaped her, and it was clear she wasn’t trying to hide her desperation anymore. Her hunger for you, for the taste of you, was clear as day.

You licked your lips, noting how her brows furrowed, silently asking for permission. The moment you gave a small nod, she acted on pure instinct. Your poor girl just couldn't take it anymore, anyone could tell.

Your thumb slid free from her lips with a soft pop, and in an instant, Caitlyn’s head dipped back into the crook of your neck. A sharp gasp escaped you as her fangs finally sank into your skin.

Caitlyn moaned against you, her hand making its way to the side of your neck. her grip tightening on your neck as she drew deeply. Her hands trembled slightly, as though the taste of you was almost too much to bear. You groaned softly, your own hands moving to steady her, one on her waist, the other brushing through her hair.

"Fuck, Cait," you breathed, feeling her hum in satisfaction as she licked the wound she left behind, pressing tender kisses to the mark like an apology.

When she finally leaned back, the corner of her lips were painted with a trace of your blood, she licked it away slowly, her expression shifting to something sly, almost dangerous.

The mischievous smirk on her lips caught you off guard, her eyes darkened with lust as they locked onto yours. Before you could form a question, she silenced you with her lips crashing against yours.

You loved teasing Caitlyn Kiramman.