Summary: Every morning since Caitlyn’s right eye was damaged from her fight between Ambessa, she constantly struggles with her eyepatch. This morning, however, you decided to try and help her, wanting to make this day start off a lot better than others.
The morning light poured through the curtains, soft and golden, casting a warm glow over the bedroom. Caitlyn was still nestled beside you, her face buried in the crook of your neck. Her breaths were slow, steady, and peaceful, the faint scent of her lavender soap lingering in the air. You held her gently, savoring the rare moment of tranquility that came with mornings like this.
But just as you began to lose yourself in the quiet rhythm of her breathing, Caitlyn stirred. A soft groan escaped her lips as she shifted onto her back, her body instinctively tensing when she rolled too far onto her right side. You felt her wince and tighten her jaw—a telltale sign that she’d pressed against the injured side of her face.
“Morning,” you murmured softly, leaning down to press a feather-light kiss to her forehead.
Caitlyn blinked awake, her good eye fluttering open to meet yours. “Good morning,” she rasped, her voice still husky with sleep.
You smiled, brushing a stray lock of dark hair away from her face. “Did you sleep okay?”
She hesitated, her hand already lifting toward the side of her face, fingertips brushing over the scar that trailed from her brow to her cheekbone. “I… tried,” she said finally, her voice carefully neutral. “It’s still a bit of a challenge, sleeping on that side. And I woke up a few times.”
You frowned slightly but didn’t press her further. Instead, you leaned down again, peppering her face with gentle kisses—her temple, her cheek, the bridge of her nose. Each kiss was slow, soft, and deliberate, meant to ease the tension in her shoulders.
Caitlyn let out a small, breathy laugh. “What are you doing?”
“Making sure my girlfriend feels loved first thing in the morning,” you teased, giving her a little nudge with your nose.
Her lips curved into a faint smile, but it didn’t last long. As she sat up slightly, she reached for the eyepatch sitting on the nightstand, her movements hesitant.
“You don’t have to rush to put it on,” you said gently, sitting up with her.
“I do,” Caitlyn murmured, her tone firm but tinged with discomfort. She turned the eyepatch over in her hands, frowning as she stared at it. “I hate… leaving it uncovered.”
Your heart twisted as you watched her. Caitlyn had always been so confident, so capable, but this injury had shaken her. You could see the frustration etched into her features as her fingers trembled slightly.
“Let me help,” you offered, scooting closer to her on the bed.
Caitlyn looked at you, her brow furrowing. “You don’t need to—”
“I want to,” you said softly, cutting her off with a reassuring smile.
She hesitated, then gave a small nod, her cheeks faintly pink. You gently took the eyepatch from her hands and climbed into her lap, straddling her thighs. Caitlyn blinked in surprise, her hands instinctively settling on your waist as she looked up at you.
“What are you doing now?” she asked, a faint chuckle in her voice.
“Making this easier,” you said with a grin, holding the eyepatch up like it was some grand prize.
Caitlyn sighed but couldn’t hide the smile tugging at her lips. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Yeah, but you love me,” you quipped, leaning down to kiss the tip of her nose. She huffed out a soft laugh, her fingers tightening slightly on your waist.
Carefully, you adjusted the strap of the eyepatch, leaning closer to secure it around her head. The angle was a bit awkward, and as you tried to fasten it, the strap slipped out of your fingers and snapped lightly against her temple.
“Oh shit, I mean shoot!” you gasped, pulling back in alarm. “Did that hurt?”
Caitlyn shook her head, biting back a laugh. “I think you’re worse at this than I am.”
“Hey, I’m trying my best here,” you said with a mock pout, sticking your tongue out at her.
She chuckled, her good eye crinkling with amusement. “Alright, alright. Carry on, Doctor Eyepatch.”
You grinned, leaning in again to finish the task. This time, you managed to secure it properly, smoothing the strap against her hair. When you pulled back to admire your handiwork, you couldn’t resist brushing a kiss against her scar, just beneath the patch.
“There,” you said softly, cupping her face with both hands. “Perfect.”
Caitlyn’s smile faltered slightly, her fingers brushing over your hands where they rested on her cheeks. “You’re too kind to me,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Not possible,” you replied, your thumbs gently stroking her skin. “Cait, you’re the strongest person I know. This scar? It doesn’t make you any less incredible. It just shows how much you’ve overcome.”
Her gaze dropped, and for a moment, you worried you’d said the wrong thing. But then she leaned forward, resting her forehead against yours. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
You wrapped your arms around her, holding her close as she buried her face against your shoulder. “I’m here for you,” you murmured, pressing a kiss to her hair. “Always.”
Caitlyn tightened her hold on you, her breath warm against your neck. For a while, the two of you just stayed like that, wrapped up in each other.
Eventually, she pulled back just enough to look at you, her lips quirking into a soft smile. “You really are terrible at putting on an eyepatch, though.”
You laughed, poking her side. “Hey! I’m the one who got it on in the end!”
“Debatable,” she teased, her tone light.
You rolled your eyes, but your heart swelled at the sound of her laugh. The shadows of her injury still lingered, but for now, you’d managed to bring a little light to her morning—and that was more than enough.
Note: I know this is extremely short, but I thought that it would be nice to post a fluffy Caitlyn fic. Hope you guys enjoyed it!
Alright, we need to talk about how 4 principles of Noxus that Ambessa taught Caitlyn were used against her later:
Vision, might, guile and sacrifice
I'd like to talk about the last one today. I observed that we can interpret it in at least two ways:
Personally, I interpret that Caitlyn's sacrifice occurs when she loses her eye. This happens at the moment when she manages to untie that knot with magic stones around Ambessa's arm. By doing so, she weakens Ambessa, making her vulnerable to Mel’s attacks. But also loses her eye. This sacrifice is more than just a physical loss; it’s a deeply emotional and strategic choice. Caitlyn willingly sacrifices her sight in order to create an opening that could turn the tide of the war. Her decision is pivotal, as it shifts the balance and gives their side a real chance of victory. This moment highlights Caitlyn’s commitment to the cause, her willingness to give everything for the greater good, and her understanding of the risks involved in ensuring their survival.
But we can also interpret Caitlyn's sacrifice in another scene, one that also falls under the theme of guile. This moment occurs when Caitlyn betrays Ambessa in order to save Vander. For Vi. By doing so, Caitlyn risks everything: her position, her reputation, and her future. She knew that if Ambessa found out, she would likely retaliate in fury, and Caitlyn’s actions could have devastating consequences. This sacrifice is not only about protecting those she loves but also about risking her own path ahead. Caitlyn is fully aware that this decision could cost her everything, including the stability of the city and her career, but she makes it anyway, demonstrating the depth of her loyalty and the complexity of her character.
Personally, I prefer the first version. What do you think?
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