cw: 700 words | sfw, girly girl!reader, briefly mentioned ex!Vi
She's kinda obsessed with you.
You're so different from her, all bright colors and soft tones, softness that contrasts her sharp facial features. Your sun meets her moon, and she wishes she could stop her gaze from drifting across the plaza to where you're giggling with your friends. So sweet, so endearing, and it's like Caitlyn's a child entranced by her first crush again.
She insists on courting you properly. She brings you gifts: daisies from a meadow she had passed on her way to meet you, chocolates from the expensive local shops, a stuffed bunny that looks remarkably like you. When you squeal and thank her profusely, a thin layer of pink coating your cheeks, Caitlyn preens a little internally. She's quite pleased at the praise, at the knowledge that she can care for someone she loves. Besides gifts, she does things properly. She walks you home, takes your hand (just to lead you through crowded streets, obviously), holds the door open.
Caitlyn is obsessed with your style. She will walk behind you purposefully to admire your short skirts swishing from behind. When you start dating, she buys you carts of clothes. Caitlyn's never been keen on shopping, but now, she's eagle-eyed for what she'd like to see you wear. Knee-high socks with lace edges, sheer tights, a dainty locket with a photo of you two inside. Passes them off with "Oh, but darling, you would look sooo pretty in them. Just try them on, please?"
Speaking of looks, she goes insane on lip glosses and lip tints. Will insist on putting them on you so she can see which ones she should buy more of, but really, it's just so she can have an excuse to cradle your face in her hands and kiss the gloss off your lips. She needs to see which ones last after all the kisses, right?
Admittedly, you're a little worried upon finding out how masc her ex (Vi) is. After all, how could she be so into you when she was just into someone that looks like the opposite of you?
Caitlyn is quick to reassure such silly thoughts, pressing kisses to each of your cheeks and soothing you in that stupidly-posh accident. "Oh no, darling, why does it matter who I've been with? Who I'm dating right now shows you all you need to know about my preferences. Both your heart and your style cannot be compared to."
Caitlyn's even more possessive than she's ever been. Something about you makes her want to bundle you in bubble wrap and stash you away in her bedroom. She's far too aware when the two of you are at a bar and a nearby person's eyes start wandering. Icy-blue eyes combined with an icy-cold glare put a stop to any curious strangers.
You slowly invade her bedroom. Strictly navy and deep purple color schemes become a lot lighter when you start spending the night. More pillows, more fluffy throw blankets, a few stuffed animals that Caitlyn won you at a carnival — it's all on Caitlyn's bed. Polaroid photos of the two of you are taped up to Caitlyn's wall, and she lets you write captions in sharpie underneath the photos. Six-month anniversary with my beloved ♡
You are Caitlyn's pretty princess that can do no wrong. You want to sit pretty on her lap? No problem, the Council and other staff can deal with it during meetings. You want to go out to a nice dinner? Caitlyn's pushing her unanswered emails off to her assistant. You want to buy a cute sundress that you see in a store window? Well, Caitlyn has a limitless credit card with endless fortune to back it. Who is she to deny you?
Caitlyn doesn't mind any of it; loves it, actually. She desires to make her loved ones, especially romantic partners, feel loved and cared for. She'll go to any length to ensure that you feel like her princess (you are). After all, she's kinda obsessed with you.
bonus 1: Caitlyn's first crush was 100% Mel, and she has always had that girly style (hyperfemme, for lesbians) taste.
bonus 2: you know that tiktok trend of guys being obsessed with women in sundresses? Caitlyn is 100% on that side of tiktok and has an entire save folder of videos to send you later in hopes that you'll make your own for her to drool over stare at when you're not together. She always forgets, then silently curses herself later.
Hi sweeties!! University is crazy sometimes so I've been writing on-and-off, but I am still VERY much obsessed with Arcane (especially Caitlyn), so don't worry!!!
Written bc I'm hyperfemme. Shouout to my hyperfemme girlies, and my very girly girls <3
cw: 2K words | no warnings, just Caitlyn and her lovely femme <3
Caitlyn is infatuated with you.
Your relationship with Caitlyn is somewhere on the line between acquaintances and friends, running in the same high circles. Your family, much like the Kirammans, is respected and known within Piltover. You've met Caitlyn on many occasions: galas, banquets, other fancy events your parents had dragged you to.
Most of your time spent together had come from conversing casually at events, or during council meetings whenever you both had been waiting for your parents to finish their work. You’re a few years younger than Caitlyn, so she had offered to help you with any work you had been doing at Piltover Academy. You were a good student as well, matching her intellect. Caitlyn, despite trying to focus on your homework, would find her gaze drawn to you. Watching your eyes light up whenever you talked about something you were interested in, a small, unconscious smile gracing your lips, had easily captivated her.
That was when you were both younger, though. Now, she can't help but take notice of the beautiful woman you had become. All short skirts and fitted tops, sundresses and carefully chosen accessories, you’re like a warm sunbeam that Caitlyn can’t draw her eyes away from.
It all starts with Caitlyn going shopping in the main streets of Piltover, and she steps into a local boutique filled with cute clothes and handmade jewelry. It's not really her style, but her eyes catch on a stand filled with silk ribbon, and it reminds her of the ribbons you occasionally wear in your hair. And oh, you'd just look so pretty in that shade of purple and-
She leaves with three of them.
A few days later, you’re at a statue unveiling of some old general in Piltover’s army, and Caitlyn sees you again. And fuck you just look so pretty in your white maxi skirt and cropped tank that shows off just a hint of midriff, and Caitlyn can’t stop staring. She finally gets herself together, glancing down at the lavender silk ribbon in her hand. Should she give it to you now? Should she wait? What if you didn’t like it? Worse, what if you don’t like her even after figuring out she’s smitten with you?
Caitlyn immediately clams up, deciding it’s better to give it to you anonymously. She darts off to the area where everyone’s bags and coats are under the guise of finding something she had forgotten in her bag. Once there, she grabs a notepad from her own bag and writes a note:
I thought this would look lovely on you.
Yours,
Anonymous
After attaching it to the ribbon and quietly slipping back into the crowd, Caitlyn can’t really focus on the ceremony. She tries, she really does, but the sound of your casual laughter in conversation unwillingly draws her attention. She also tries not to eye you when you politely make conversation with Caitlyn’s own parents, but, well, she’s long since given up on that one. Maybe she’ll have better self-control in the future.
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Any thoughts of self-control die the moment you step into the coffee shop where Caitlyn is sitting with Jayce. Because you’re just so beautiful, wearing some lavender sundress and sandals and holy shit is that-?
Caitlyn’s mouth goes dry at the sight of the silky lavender ribbon in your hair — the one she had bought for you — tied around two pigtails hold your hair half-up. She can’t tear her eyes away, even as you step up to order and smile brightly at the barista. So much so that Jayce turns around to see what she’s looking at before turning back to her with a puzzled expression. “Uh, Cait? You good?”
She snaps her jaw shut, nodding tightly. “Yeah,” she lets her eyes linger on you for a second longer. “Everything’s perfectly fine.”
Jayce glances in your direction once again before a knowing smile dawns on his face. “Oh,” he turns back to Caitlyn, eyes smug and teasing. “You like-"
“Shut up,” Caitlyn hisses, glaring deeply at him, half because she doesn’t want you to overhear this and half because she doesn’t want Jayce to have another thing to hold over her.
Jayce just raises his eyebrows, taking a sip of tea as if waiting for her to explain.
Caitlyn just sighs, glancing down at her own pristine teacup. “I- how can I not?” She mumbles, glancing at you. “She’s, well…perfect.”
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And because you just had to go and look so ridiculously, effortlessly, beyond gorgeous in the lavender ribbon, of course Caitlyn has to go and buy five other colors. Because who is Caitlyn if not willing to spend her seemingly endless amounts of money on the little things her love crush likes. A tiny part of her also preens at seeing you so happy to wear something she gave you, as if she’s subtly showing everyone that you’re hers. But she’d never admit to that, of course.
And every time she manages to slip you a ribbon, she leaves another tiny note.
These suit you so much, I thought it would be a shame not to have more.
I think this color will look so nice with your hair.
Please take these ribbons as my way of telling you how beautiful you are.
Your ribbon collection continues to build: baby pink, forest green, crimson red, the lightest grey that reminds you of clouds on a cozy winter morning. You smile every time you find a new one in your bag, keeping the notes safely tucked away in a small box in your closet. You read them from time to time, gently tracing a finger over the words as if you can feel the affection they convey.
Experimentally, with all this ribbon, you don’t confine it to just your hair. You tie it around your ankle, thinking it looks cute (Caitlyn agrees, smiles way too long when she sees it on you in passing). Then, around your wrists: a pair of bows. And when you show up at her house to drop off something from your family to the Kirammans, Caitlyn’s eyes go wide when she catches sight of the ribbon carefully tied around your upper thigh — just peeking out from the short skirt you’re wearing.
Holy fucking shit is all Caitlyn manages to register in her mind. She doesn’t pay attention to whatever you’re talking about with her mother. She just pays attention to the gift she gave you, a symbol of her, tied around your thigh. She’s highly tempted to step forward and grab the end of it, untying it just to replace it with her hand and squeeze-
Pull yourself together.
And she does, barely. Manages to mumble out a few weak words as you depart, missing the smug smile that graces your features as you turn to leave. Misses the way you turn a little faster than necessary so your skirt spins and she gets another view of the ribbon wrapped around your thigh. You leave, Cassandra goes on with her business, and all is normal again.
You’re a strong presence in Caitlyn’s dreams that night.
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And then one day, there’s a knock on Caitlyn’s office door, and she calls an official-sounding “come in” only for you to enter. Caitlyn stands up a little too quickly, clearing her throat and straightening her uniform. She moves out from behind her desk to face you. “This is- uh- a surprise,” Caitlyn murmurs, eyes flitting to the navy blue ribbon laced through your high ponytail, your hair half up. She’s sure she hasn’t bought you a navy ribbon yet.
“My father sent me to ask if the gala for your mother’s birthday next week will still be in your ballroom?” You ask, shifting nervously. It’s a simple question, one that you don’t really need an answer to.
Luckily, Caitlyn is too distracted to notice. She just blinks, forcing her mouth to move. “Um, right. Yes, it’s going to be held there.”
You nod, your eyes locked with her piercing blue ones. “Okay. Yeah. Sorry for the interruption, I just happened to be nearby and he, uh, wanted to know.”
Even still, Caitlyn only half registers your weak excuse. Her eyes narrow at the ribbon. It’s different than the silky ones she’s bought you: thinner and less shiny. So, instead of formulating one of her usual, sensible responses to you, she can’t help but let her curiosity spill out. “Your ribbon.”
“My-" you touch your hair lightly. “My ribbon?”
“Where is it from?” She asks, flatly. For the past weeks, the only ribbon you've been wearing has been the ones she's been giving you. Was this an old one of yours? Did you buy it recently? Or is it from someone else? Something in her chest tightens at the last idea.
She’s not prepared for the smile you flash her. “Well” you sigh, tilting your head a little as if the answer is obvious. “I thought that since my anonymous gifter keeps buying me ribbon, I should have one in her color.”
…
Wait.
It takes a second of blank staring before Caitlyn’s jaw drops. “You-" she stumbles in her wording — an extremely rare occasion she’s been taught to avoid. But all her composure is lost with you.
“Me,” your smile holds a hint of satisfaction that Caitlyn kind of just wants to scream at. Or kiss off your face. Either one.
“You knew?!” Her tone is incredulous, like she’s been so secretive that she can’t conceive how you found out she was the one gifting you these ribbons. “How?!”
“First of all, I know your handwriting. Remember how you gave me corrections on my schoolwork when we were younger and our parents had council meetings?”
“I-" Caitlyn stutters, a hue of pink dusting her cheeks.
“And second,” you continue, not quite done. “You haven’t been very subtle about it. You seem to forget something in your bag at every event we’re at together, and then the ribbon happens to appear in mine after you come back.”
Caitlyn’s quiet for a few moments. “Oh.”
You smile. "Yeah, oh."
Caitlyn's blue eyes meet your own, devoid of her usual composure to show her slight nerves. "So...?" her voice is almost anxious.
"So," you repeat, gently reaching up to touch the navy ribbon in your hair again. The one that perfectly matches her navy Enforcer's uniform she's wearing right now. "I wore this...for you."
Caitlyn takes a shaky breath, heart pounding. "Does that mean-?"
She's cut off by your soft lips against her own. Your kiss is gentle and chaste, just a peck, and she barely has enough time to process what's happening before you pull away. "I like you," you say, your smile turning shy.
Caitlyn blinks at you, dazed. She's normally always so in command, so in control of her every action — whether that's in her Enforcer duties or her sharpshooting competitions or just her life in general — but with you, all hope of control always seems to fade.
She steps even closer to you, gently reaching out a hand to trail along your cheek. "I like you too," she murmurs, and this time, you fear you're the one that's losing your composure because her gaze looks so loving and tender that it makes your cheeks burn.
And when Caitlyn kisses you again, deeper this time, you allow yourself to sigh against her lips. She kisses you as if you're something fragile, something to be treasured and cared for. And you know, in that moment, that she'll do anything for you. That, if you asked for the moon, she'd personally find away to fly amongst the stars to take it for you.
"Are you mine?" Caitlyn asks the second she pulls away with a gentle nip to your bottom lip that makes you shiver.
"I always have been," you mumble, letting yourself bury your face in her shoulder to hide your flushed cheeks.
And Caitlyn just smiles, her arms snaking around your waist to pull you against her chest. "That's all I could ever ask for, darling."
