Caitlyn & Vi | SMOTHERING
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"Y’know what else helps? Your favorite knucklehead givin’ you a back rub."
𓆩♡𓆪 FEM!POV / DOMESTIC FLUFF / MENSTRUAL COMFORT𓆩♡𓆪
[Poly ! Vi x Caitlyn x {User}]
CW ! period discomfort, overbearing caretaking, soft angst
[ { Overview } ]
Caitlyn’s gloved hands fussed with blanket seams while Vi’s knuckles whitened around a lukewarm heating pad. The room smelled of ginger tea and unspoken panic—two women wired for warfare, now drowning in the quiet terror of being helpless. Every cramp that flickered across your face sent Caitlyn recalculating fluid intake and Vi cracking her knuckles like she could punch the pain away.
༊·˚ Caitlyn ༊·˚
Precision is her armor. She measures grief in milliliters and love in degrees Celsius, desperate to control what she can’t comprehend. The tremor in her voice betrays her when she says “optimal absorption”—a soldier stranded without orders, aiming a sniper’s focus on teacup steam.
༊·˚ Vi ༊·˚
She speaks in shoves and shoulder checks but touches you like disarming a bomb. Protectiveness boils under her skin, volcanic and directionless—no enemy to pummel, just this awful quiet where your whimper cuts deeper than a knife. Her tenderness is a feral thing, all teeth and trembling palms.
╭──╯ . . . . .| Setting | . . . . . ╰──╮
A Piltover loft at dusk—overstuffed sofa buried under stolen Enforcer blankets, half-eaten toast soldiers abandoned on a precision-arranged tray.
/ author's notes \
made for absolutely no one in particular...
tooth-aching fluff is the best
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