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Vi’s task was drearily simple: impregnate Princess Caitlyn and all will be fair.

But things aren’t always so simple.

One moment, Vi was enjoying her wine and delicious view of Princess Caitlyn. The next—was the queen announcing their marriage to each other.

It all began with an invitation.

“Lord” wasn’t the title Vander would’ve chosen for himself, but it was one the nation of Zaun preferred. Yet, as he stood in silence holding the large scroll in his hands, Vander knew what it meant to be a leader for his House. He wondered what this meant. The Kiramman wax seal. A black background layered with golden keys then a green garden. Unbroken, just like Vander’s and the Queen’s agreements and promises. 

What is the queen asking for now?

Zaun, or the “House of Hounds” other nations refer to Lord Vander and his many children; although, lords weren’t respected enough in courts. Not like Kings and princes. Especially with their never-ending conflicts with the Kingdom of Piltover and their selfish matriarchs. 

Vander quickly tore open the scroll and almost sighed in contempt: a full summons of the House of Hounds to the Kiramman’s Courts for—

Lord Hound lowered the scroll and contemplated his options. There weren't many. Which child of his would be best suited as–well, Vander felt older and none-the-wiser on these petty topics. 

“Gods be good,” Vander mumbled,

Queen Cassandra proposed a union between both houses: she named one specific child of Zaun. A proposition from the Queen herself? Vander knew a direct command when he saw one.

It wasn’t hard to locate his children. 

If anything, it’ll be more difficult to get either of them to leave Vander’s stronghold. Mylo and Claggor were planning reconstruction for their shelters. Winter was approaching and their crops needed to be secured from the weather. Ekko and Powder were in charge of alchemy weaponry. Powder’s ingenious is her own, although she does study in Piltover. Where the youngest child is now. 

Vander glanced inside Ekko’s and Powder’s workshop, “Vi?” he asked,

The young man shrugged, “Not here. Have you checked the weapons yard? Heard she was training for a rematch with the Mountain.” Ekko was wearing Powder’s goggles, with a table of glowing stones and other mechanical looking gear, 

Vander grumbled, “There won’t be a rematch.” he turned to leave.

“Wait—Lord Vander!” Ekko called out, “I saw a raven deliver a scroll earlier. Is it from Powder? I’ve been waiting to hear from her.”

“Not from Powder,” Vander shook his head, “She’ll write to you, Ekko. Until then—,” He walked off without another word.

I need to find Vi before the others do.

Ekko frowned, but this behavior wasn’t far too strange for Lord Vander. “Ooookay,” He shrugged and went back to work. 

Vander descended the narrow staircase, getting glimpses of his daughter in the yards from the windows. Zaun’s Stronghold was a long and narrow castle-like structure. Abandoned for generations after the dragons attempted to overthrow Piltover. Until settlers from other nations made it their home. Their own nation over time. Without the former roofs protecting the old court yards from the weathers, the soldiers had taken a liking to the raw structures. Holding fist fights, sparing, and even the occasional sword fighting. 

However, this afternoon Vander could see Vi hosting a very different style of—combat. Or a game.

Vi was only in her tunic and pants. All her armor was removed while she was gagged with a wooden mouth guard. Something they use to torture traitors or spies. Two young men, Sett and Kayne (foreigners), were each holding Vi’s arms while a third warrior punched her in the stomach. Yone, Vander recognized the closer he got to the main floor. The lord of Zaun felt tired just watching. Yone wasn’t going easy on his daughter. Though Vi seemed to be taking every hit with effortless resilience. 

Vander stood by and watched for a moment. He couldn’t tell if Vi was laughing or crying with each hit. There was a crowd of other knights and soldiers, amused with this new game, and clearly entertained. Cheering them on with each strike to the gut. 

“Ah!” Vi gave up after one particular hit. “Fuck,”

When the wooden guard fell from Vi’s mouth, Yone stopped. He straightened up and grinned. “26 of my best punches. That’s more than Sett could handle.”

Vi was hiding a pained wince and nodded towards Yone, “My turn.” She rolled her neck and raised her fists.

Just as Sett and Kayne were grabbing on Yone’s arms, Vander decided to end this. “Vi!” he shouted.

Everyone instantly fell silent. 

Vi turned around, lowering her hands, “Yes?”

Vander looked at all the faces of the men who would only follow Vi into battle. Given his current predicament, the Lord of Zaun wondered how deep their loyalty lies. “Get to the baths and get clothed. Wear something nice.”

Vi slowly approached her father, “Something nice? Why? Where’re we going?”

“To a wedding.” Vander whispered.

“Okay,” Vi nodded, almost appearing interested. “I can get bathed quickly. Whose wedding are we attending?” Vi appeared comprehensive, “Is it Powder’s?” She asked, afraid.

Vander sighed. 

Across the river’s valley, a princess moaned while her handmaiden massaged her neck.

Soaking in a warm milk bath, Princess Caitlyn reclined in the shallow tub getting a full body exfoliation treatment. She always gets one done before a huge celebration. Regardless, the princess wondered why her mother made it seem urgent. Caitlyn knows her mother’s (the Queen’s) expressions enough to know when the monarch had something planned. 

“Roann,” the princess whispered, too relaxed to sound urgent. “I have an inquiry.”

The handmaiden kept her fingers working hard on Caitlyn’s tense muscles, “Yes, my princess? I may not know much, though I’ll do my best to answer for you.”

“Who’s coming to Piltover?” Caitlyn was straightforward with her question. “I’ve never seen the queen this… anxious before.” the princess sighed when Roann began rubbing that spot, “Are the Hounds coming to retrieve their student, Lady Powder? Or perhaps it’s a celebration for the peace treaty with Zaun? I’m being bathed in milk, seven hells!”

Roann frowned, thinking. “Well, we know for certain it’s not the liaison from Noxus.”

Caitlyn shook her head, “Her Grace had the spied publicly executed. And I doubt a death of someone hardly significant would count for celebration.”

Roann rubbed some heavy creams into Caitlyn’s shoulders, “Unless they were Lord Ambessa?”

“Precisely.”

Roann shrugged, “Well, whoever’s arriving must be important. The Queen even shipped a private couturière for your evening’s gown.”

Caitlyn’s eyes snapped open. “She what?” She sat up in the tub to glance over her shoulder. Needing to look Roann in the eyes for this. “She sent for a gown to be made for me? From where?”

Roann rubbed her fingers together, slowly. “Ionia.”

“Is this—?” Caitlyn instantly got up, allowing the milk to drip down her body. “Is this a wedding?”

Roann grabbed the silk gown, “Let me pat your skin dry or the oils will be wasted.”

Caitlyn shook her head, “ Let me see the gown.”

Roann bit her lip. “If you insist, my princess.”

As beautiful and elegant as the books describe it, there was something so eerie about Piltover.

Vi didn’t like how bright everything was. Mostly due to the contrast of Zaun’s Stronghold. The Zaun Prince looked up at the archway leading them into Kiramman's Castle. Vi rode in front  of her father with Yone and Sett. The former trained in a more secretive combat, while Sett doned his knight armor (even though he wasn’t properly knighted in the brotherhood) with leather guards but steel on Sett’s knuckles. The Prince of Zaun saw the large welcoming party first. 

And up ahead, the Queen herself.

Vi stopped and dismounted her horse, nodded for her men to do the same. 

Queen Cassandra smiled warmly, “Welcome to our Kingdom of Piltover, Lord Vi.”

Vi opened her mouth to correct the queen, but a firm elbow to the gut stopped her. Vi bowed her head, “We appreciate the kind gesture, Your Grace. We pray our presence in honor in your court.”

Cassandra looked to Vander, “I know it will.”

Vi looked at her father in question. But Vander didn’t spare her a glance and followed the queen to the Great Hall. 

A few cups of wine later, and Vi was finally relaxed. 

Vi and her brothers and Ekko were being served and treated as luxurious lord’s and princes. Vi especially. Which she noticed.

Vi was leaning against the pillar, idly watching the properly dancing bodies in the Great Hall. “I don’t like it,”

Ekko was drinking water instead. He sipped from his silver cup and frowned, “What’s not to like? We have free meals. Warm place to stay for a few nights.”

Vi sucked her teeth, “I don’t like how I’m being… respected.”

Ekko slowly lowered his cup, “Excuse me?”

Vi winked towards a group of young ladies that walked past. “Do you not see it? Normally they wouldn't spare me a glance, but lately—” the young Prince smirked, “...they love me.” She glanced at Ekko, “Why?”

The young man shrugged, “Maybe they’re finally respecting Zaun?”

Vi opened her mouth to say something, but froze. Staring at something over Ekko’s shoulder. Vi sees the most beautiful woman, dressed in a traditional Ionian gown, enter the Great Hall. Bright blue eyes scanned the great hall before following the Queen.

“Wow. Look at her.” Vi smirks,  “I’ll take 50 of Yone’s best punches to the gut for a night with that one.”

Ekko turned around and whistled, “The Princess? Not likely. You act up around the princess you’ll receive a public flogging.”

Vi raised her brows, “The Princess? As in, Caitlyn?” She looks at the woman again. “Wasn’t Caitlyn short and stubby, speaking like her teeth were too large for her mouth?”

Ekko covered his mouth to hide a laugh, “I’m sure she was when you two were young. But Princess Caitlyn is the most eligible maiden on this side of the Black Waters. There’s word on the raven that the Queen found her daughter a husband.”

“Really? Gods she’s beautiful.” Vi saw Vander motioning her over towards the long table in front of the Great Hall. “Lucky man, whoever he is. I gotta go, Ekko. Keep my side of the bed cold and empty for me.” She winked.

Princess Caitlyn and Hand of the Queen Mel follow the Queen and King towards their seats.

Caitlyn is holding Mel’s hand for moral support. Still uncertain what her mother is capable of. Caitlyn looks around and mostly recognizes everyone here. Lords with their ladies, and even Lord Vander with his hounds. 

Everyone was dressed their best.

The princess leans in closer to her mother’s advisor, “Do we know what’s happening here?”

Mel had a secretive look to her, though the woman was much more experienced in hiding it. “Hm, surely the queen has her honorable intention for this celebration. Come, my princess.”

Once Caitlyn is seated next to her father, celebrations are underway. 

Mel’s tense, but she doesn’t reveal what she knows about the evening’s events. 

Lady Powder arrives at the table first. From House of Hounds, the young woman greets Mel with a hug.  She’s dressed in Zaun’s colors and sitting at the front table waiting for her family to join. That’s when Caitlyn realizes the special guests are the House of Hounds. Zaun’s substitution for royalty. The family isn’t recognized as ‘royalty’ by other nations except Ionia and Piltover. Piltover grants them the leisurement, since they are nearly sister nations. 

Lord Vander ascends the short steps, he nods his greeting to Caitlyn and Mel before bowing his head to the queen, “Your Grace,”

A few young men quickly follow. Mirroring their father’s actions. 

Lord Vander’s oldest child is the last up the stairs. Vi as Caitlyn vaguely remembers. An emotionally stunted and arrogant fighter who approached every combat with her sword or fists. Prince Vi was brazen in her approach to the royal table. Hand idly resting on the pommel of her sword. 

Queen Cassandra reached out for Vi to kiss her hand, “You look daringly handsome, Prince Vi.”

A daughter titled as Prince?

Caitlyn scoffs, “I wanted the respected title of Prince yet my mother forbade it. How was this Zaunite granted the leisure?” she whispered.

Mel was watching Vi’s interaction with the queen, “Well, haven’t you heard the rumors?”

Caitlyn rolled her eyes, “I don’t listen to any rumors. You told me not to.”

“Well,” Mel leaned in closer, still keeping her eyes on Vi, “The prince of Zaun is half man, half woman… so they say. The Queen’s mentioned Vi before. How you can marry your woman, and House Kiramman gains an heir.”

Caitlyn frowned her confusion, “Half man, half—what? Is she a centaur?”

Mel smirked, “From what I’ve heard, possibly.” she whispered. 

Caitlyn wanted to say something, but Vi smoothly stood in front of her. “Vi,”

Zaun’s sure does raise their warriors to be equally handsome, kind, and—firm, in all the right places. 

Vi was dressed as a knighted Prince. Definitely her best that Caitlyn remembers. “Princess Caitlyn. Your gardens were attended well. You sure are more beautiful than I remember,” Vi greeted, taking Caitlyn’s hand and opening her mouth, sensually kissing the back of her gloved hand. Letting her lips linger a little too long. “Pleasure to finally meet you. Are you courting anyone?”

Princess Caitlyn balked at the forwardness, “Prince Vi,” she finally spoke, “And… no. I’m not.”

“Perfect,” Vi’s gloved hand was rough on Caitlyn’s smooth skin. Vi leaned down to kiss the back of Caitlyn’s hand one more time. “You smell like a treat. Maybe once this is all over, you and I can have some alone time?” 

Mel made an amused sound but busied herself with her wine.

Caitlyn just glared. “Alone time with you? A Zaun prince? Not likely.”

The prince shrugged, “I was only asking out of charity for the single Princess. Lady Mel,” Vi winked and went to join her family at the far side of the table. Caitlyn’s eyes were wide, confident her mother would say something about what just happened. 

Though Queen Cassandra looked pleased by their interaction. 

Once Vi was seated at the far side of the table, Queen Cassandra stood up. “Welcome, everyone, to this evening’s celebration.” She raises her chalice of wine. 

Everyone else instantly follows. 

Vi quickly poured herself a cup and raised it, locking eyes with Caitlyn.

“Ugh,” Caitlyn looked away, 

Her mother was going on and on about the unity and prosperity of peace. Longestivity of House Kiramman. Queen Cassandra turns towards Caitlyn, “Today is a special day. I’m so happy all of our close allies and friends are here for it.”

Caitlyn almost lowers her cup.

Cassandra smiles warmly, “Today is my daughter’s wedding—,”

Caitlyn feels her heart stop. Gods. I knew and yet—

Vi’s expression falters; interest and disappointment evident.

The great hall is filled with not-so-hushed murmurs.

Queen Cassandra isn’t bothered, “...her marriage to the handsome and lovely Prince Vi.”

There’s audible gasps.

Mel grabs Caitlyn’s hand and squeezes in assurance.

There’s a brief silence followed by a distance cough. 

Like Powder trying not to laugh.

Vi and Caitlyn both just stare at each other.

When Vi slowly grins, Caitlyn glares in return. Of course, Vi knew about this!

The wedding was partial to honor as it was to dynasty: quick yet beautiful.

Caitlyn should’ve known once she saw the traditional Ionian wedding gown that her mother would pull something like this. A forced arranged marriage after all the times Caitlyn herself refused turned down every proposal. Or even kind requests. Though, Queen Cassandra was just as particular in her choice of—spouse for Princess Caitlyn.

And whatever Prince Vi has that all those other respectable suitors do not—well, Caitlyn will surely find out.

When Prince Vi held out her hand for Caitlyn to take, Caitlyn noticed how stiff Vi was standing. Reality was settling fairly quickly for both.

And for their kiss?

The head priest closed his booklet and nodded to them both. “Face each other and repeat these vows.”

Caitlyn and Vi both turned towards each other. Prince Vi listened to the priest before repeating the words. Voice calm, shaky in some parts, while Caitlyn wasn’t far too different during recites.

Once Caitlyn finished her vows, she waited.

Prince Vi made no move to kiss her new bride. 

Queen Cassandra loudly cleared her throat, “Kiss your bride.”

That ignited Vi’s movements. A little too aggressively. 

Prince Vi cupped Caitlyn’s cheek and went in. The princess gasped at the strength behind it. Caitlyn pressed her hands on Vi’s chest. Her eyes widened.

Oh I see now. Body of a woman with the audacity of a man!

When Vi parted her lips, Caitlyn pushed her away. She cleared her throat.

Queen Cassandra looked far too pleased how everything was coming together. She stood between the newlyweds, taking each of their hands. “Your future queen and king consort!”

The great hall was filled with applause.

“You knew about this.” Princess Caitlyn was sitting in her mother’s former seat, looking at anyone and everyone except her new husband. “ Are you courting anyone, princess?? ” Caitlyn mocked, “You’ll definitely get that alone time me.” she hissed.

Vi was slouched in the seat next to Caitlyn. “Happy coincidences.” She smirked behind her cup of wine. “I already told you, my princess, I have no idea what’s going on.” She stretched and laughed at something her brothers were doing on the dance floor. “But—,” She glanced in Caitlyn’s direction, “...can’t say I’ll be complaining any time soon.”

Caitlyn was pissed. “Oh how nice it must be for you.”

“Hey, we get a free marriage without the work of seeking someone out.”

“...the rules of meritocracy must’ve been so dull for you.”

Vi noticed the glare and sat up, “Are you really mad? You really think this is such a bad thing? Have you not been paying attention to our current situation with Noxus? Join our houses to be an unbeatable nation?”

“You sound like my mother,” Caitlyn mumbled, “And her advisor.”

Vi arched her brow, “Well, good. At least one of us is using our brains.”

Caitlyn slowly inhaled, looking like she was about to explode. She slowly looked in Vi’s direction. “You know, I remember you from years ago.”

Vi grinned, “Yeah, I vaguely remember a posh tooth-gap brat as well.”

Caitlyn clenched her hand in a fist, “You… mutt of Zaun. Listen here—”

Vi listened, and her smile widened with each heart-thrusted insult. Once Caitlyn was finished she ignored Vi.

The Prince consort chuckled lightly, before reaching over, “Hey, come on—look at me, can’t be that bad.”

Caitlyn huffed, “Just get me pregnant tonight and we won’t have to deal with each other.”

Vi sounded like she choked on her own breath. Eyes widening in fear and shock. “Wait—what? How do you know about that? What’d you hear about my—?” She looked down at her lap and fell silent. 

Powder was standing next to Mel as they both silently observed the newlyweds.

“Can they make it work, or will they kill each other first?” Powder was more than entertained as Vi and Caitlyn actively avoided one another. At their own wedding no less. More like Caitlyn was avoiding Vi, while her sister appeared stressed over something she just heard. “I bet gold Caitlyn makes the first lethal move. What do you think?”

“I think—,” Mel, Powder’s Academic Scholar and Hand to Queen Cassandra, hummed her own amusement. Prince Vi was trying to get Caitlyn’s attention for a while and once she had it, Vi ignored her wife, almost afraid, causing Caitlyn to fist the knife; tempted and annoyed. 

Though Mel knows what the Princess would say about the Hound of Zaun. “Caitlyn’s first move won’t be as lethal as we assume.”

There wasn’t any dancing for them.

Caitlyn was too angry to move and Vi was eerily quiet all of a sudden. So they were dismissed for the evening. The Princess wore a constant scowl on the walk back to their room.

The princess was grateful for Vi’s silence. Caitlyn was certain, one more crude remark and she’d surely resort to violence. It was going to be their first night as… well—husband and wife, if Vi prefers that title. Once Caitlyn reached her room the guard in front opened it for them. 

“My princess,” She greeted, bowing her head low.

Once inside Caitlyn removed her veil and cloak before sitting on the bed to remove her shoes. The handmaidens closed the door behind the prince. Leaving the newlyweds to their privacy. Vi stayed near the door where the tray of treats were. The prince poured herself a hefty cup of wine and quickly downed it.

Vi let out a shaky breath, muttering a not-so-quiet “oh my gods”. 

Caitlyn arched her brow. Was the prince nervous?

Vi.

Vi from Zaun?

The one who made crude gestures to her handmaidens, tried making a pass at every available lady in court—that Vi was nervous?

Caitlyn removed her veil first. “I’d say we get this over with so I have time to relax for the rest of the evening.” When Vi said nothing in return, Caitlyn sighed and began undoing her corset first. She was angrily yanking at every string and fumbling each button. “Shit!”

Vi was silently watching as Caitlyn undressed herself until the princess only wore her under gowns. 

Caitlyn shivered under the intense stare but brushed it off. “Aren’t you going to get undressed?” she asked, almost rudely.

Vi hesitated again. She palmed the front of her pants and winced.

Caitlyn noticed the movement. She frowned in confusion. Was the prince hiding a snake in her pants, or—? “I know what you have down there.”

Vi’s cheeks were bright red. “Does it bother you?” She gripped a handful of girth and squeezed tightly. Like cutting off her own circulation in her pants.

“I can’t be bothered by something I have no experience with. What are you doing to yourself?” Caitlyn was watching, still confused yet amused by Vi’s clear discomfort. 

Only in the sense that Caitlyn was dying from dread already. 

Vi shrugged and kept squeezing. 

“Although I am ever curious what you have between your legs. All stallions and no mares. I know you’re different from other women, but how much?”

“Most wouldn’t call me a woman back home.” Vi pointed out. 

“Nevertheless,” Caitlyn removed the rest of her clothes, letting Vi see her naked body, and reclined on the bed, “...this is what my mother wanted. What our nation's need from us. So come here and claim me, husband.”

Vi let out a whimper. Eyes clearly roaming everywhere on Caitlyn’s body. She squeezed the bulge even harder.

Caitlyn sighed and rolled her eyes, “Use me, not your hand.”

Vi reached for the pants but stopped, “Can you not… look at me while I do this?”

As an answer, Caitlyn rolled onto her stomach. Burning her face in the pillows, “If you wanted to mount me like a bitch hound, all you had to do was ask.”

The faint sound of Vi’s garments hitting the floor only seemed to rattle Caitlyn’s nerves. Already at the precipice of boiling over. Caitlyn hugged her pillow as Vi seemed to take her sweet time removing her clothes. 

“I haven’t got all night,” Caitlyn mumbled, then stilled when the bed dipped behind her. 

Vi’s breathing had gotten loud. “Can you stay like this? And not look at me? At my body?”

The princess nodded, “Sure. Whatever makes you comfortable.”

Vi made a strange noise, “You didn’t have to show me your body either.”

Caitlyn shrugged. “I don’t really care.” She felt the heat from Vi’s body.

She could hear Vi whisper/mumble to herself. Like a knight preparing for battle. Caitlyn wanted to roll her eyes until she felt a large hand on her hip.

“Is this okay?”

Caitlyn sighed, “You’re going to put your cock inside of me. Your hands are the least of my concerns.”

“Right, um—okay,” Vi shuffled forward. She slid the hand to Caitlyn’s lower back, keeping her body still. Vi audibly spit onto something. “Okay, I’m gonna—I’m ready to—”

“Just stick it in,” Caitlyn quietly commanded. 

Vi didn’t say anything as a reply. She listened and did just that. 

Caitlyn held her breath when she felt something large press against her. She assumed it was a finger, but quickly dismissed it when she felt… pressure. A lot of it. Vi went slow. So painfully slow pushing whatever blunt object inside of the princess. And it was almost too much for Caitlyn. 

Caitlyn gasped at the pressure, “Wait, stop!”

The prince instantly stopped. But Vi’s breathing was more ragged and heavier than before. “Cait—” she whimpered.

Caitlyn hissed, slowly pushing her hips backwards, “Are you in?” 

All she felt was heat and uncomfortable pressure. She remembered what Mel said about relaxing, but there wasn’t anything relaxing about this situation. About this union. Or perhaps if Vi was receptive to the idea of kissing, which Caitlyn loves doing, then maybe this wouldn’t be so horrible. But the prince wanted privacy in her nudity. Which was least of Caitlyn’s concerns.

“Vi?” Caitlyn asked when the prince hadn’t answered. “Are you in?” She could obviously feel the prince slowly pushing forward, filling the princess with the girth of a dragon, though Caitlyn needed to hear Vi say it.

And Vi well—, Vi was too busy sounding like a dying cat. “Ah!” The prince made a noise like she was desperately trying not to asphyxiate on the spot. “Grrrgh!” Vi’s fingers were painfully digging into Caitlyn’s hips. 

When Caitlyn felt the heat of Vi’s thighs she looked over her shoulder. “Vi?”

Vi’s face was bright red. Her neck was nearly doubled from her strain. Vi appeared as though she was fighting back tears. Brows tightly knitted from the sheer amount of pleasure. Her mouth hung open in a constant state of shock and bliss, eyes cast down, watching herself disappear slowly inside Caitlyn. Their hips eventually met, and Caitlyn moaned at the sensation. Surprising herself, even. 

Vi certainly filled her to the rim and although it was unpleasant at first, the princess rotated her hips, thoroughly enjoying the prince. “Vi,” Caitlyn whispered breathlessly. 

Upon hearing Caitlyn, the prince glanced up. When Vi locked eyes with Caitlyn she exploded on the spot. 

“Ahhh!” Vi’s hands groped all the available flesh while pulling Caitlyn tight against her. “Oh my gods!” Thrusting a little faster. The prince tossed her head back, finally letting out a growl, “Caitlyn!” 

Finally rocking her hips the way Caitlyn needed.

Caitlyn wanted to be angry. Not even a single thrust and her husband was finished. However it was the look of pure ecstasy on Vi’s face that made it somewhat… bearable. All the same, this night wasn’t meant to be anything special. Caitlyn waited for the noises of a strangled deer to stop. She hated how her skin tingled where Vi roamed her hands. Mostly hips, ass, and thighs. The prince was great with her hands and Vi was barely touching Caitlyn. 

Perhaps one day Caitlyn could enjoy the bedroom activities with her husband. Hearing Vi’s breaths and whimpers and her ‘...feels so good’ the princess wondered if she could find love. But it was when Caitlyn felt the ghost of Vi’s breath on her shoulder, about to kiss her skin,  that snapped Caitlyn out of it. 

Enough of this.

Caitlyn hissed as she moved forward, feeling Vi fall out of her. “That’ll do for now.” She quickly got out of bed and grabbed her robe. 

Cailtyn slid it on while finally taking a look at the python between Vi’s legs. Her eyes widened in shock. Who needs to bear arms when Vi could use the weapon attached to her body. Vi noticed the staring and meekly grabbed the sheets to cover herself. Timid movements. 

Causing the princess to raise a brow, Why so demure? “I suppose I’ll take care of myself now.”

Vi was still panting. Recovering from their 4 second ‘love making’. Chest and cheeks still flushed bright red. She blinked rapidly. “Wait. Is that all?” Sounding as though she fought an entire army.

Spent.

Caitlyn hummed and smirked. “Do you think you have more in you to keep going? You barely put it in and popped. I’m sure the sceptres who claim abstinence and devote their lives to the gods would last longer.”

Vi visibly swallowed hard. “I—um,” her voice trailed off from a whisper into silence,

The princess chuckled, “Don’t worry yourself over it. I’m sure you’ll last longer next time. We have the rest of our lives together to perfect this dance. Although I want to experience the pleasures of marriage as well.” At Vi’s confused expression, Caitlyn explained, “Use your hands on me next time. Or your mouth.”

Vi appeared to be imaging it. A faint grin on her scarred lips.

“I’ll be in the baths cleaning off this mess. Good night, my prince.” Caitlyn left without waiting for another word.

Chapter Text

It began with a gamble to sneak out of the Kiramman Castle,

That’s how Vi ended up with an arrow aimed between her eyes. With her back pressed tightly against the stone wall, the prince followed the freshly polished leather armor up the long arms and settled on the royal seal. Vi felt herself smile, seeing her own dagger pressed firmly against her wife’s thigh. The steel plated armor protected the princess in case Vi’s hand slipped. 

“Going somewhere?” Caitlyn asked, more amused than genuine curiosity. Nor anger laced her tone either.

Two nights earlier.

Before her marriage, Princess Caitlyn would normally soak in the baths and have her handmaidens assist her with a pleasurable release. Several hands massaging all the right places while one handled Caitlyn in her most intimate spot. Most times they have it in her large bed, which is now occupied by Prince Vi. But, Caitlyn isn’t sure that’s allowed since she’s married. So after her long bath of working tirelessly to get herself to the brink of ultimate pleasure, Caitlyn gave up after a small orgasm. 

So naturally, in her post-nut frustration, Caitlyn stormed into their shared bedroom. No handmaidens following her, “Prince Vi.”

Vi was still on the bed, shirtless, though her nighttime pants were pulled on. “Princess? What are you doing here?” She asked, voice small and filled with worry. Cheeks dark with a natural blush, as though still ashamed of her earlier—quick release.

The tone almost made Caitlyn falter. But she was a woman on a mission, “We need to try again.”

Vi slowly blinked, “Try again?” she motioned to the bed, “...with sex?”

Caitlyn nodded, “Yes. And I’d prefer if you… um,” The princess was never shy about what she wanted. Though the look of interest on Vi’s face was so genuine it made Caitlyn question herself. “I need to come.” —getting straight to the point. 

And once again, Vi appeared eager at the idea. Nodding like a good obedient husband. “I can use my mouth.” She already volunteered.

Causing a shiver to run through Caitlyn. “Good. Come here. Take off your clothes.” She laid on Vi’s bed and opened her robe, revealing her own nudity underneath, “Please.”

Vi untied her tunic and pulled it off. She seemed more comfortable than their wedding night, and yet there was an underlying newness to her movements. Not quite uncertainty, but definitely overthinking her actions. With every layer removed, Vi was stiff. And not the sexy kind.

Caitlyn noticed, and she slowly smiled realizing why. “You’ve never bedded anyone before me, have you?”

Vi glanced up, getting ready to kneel on the bed. Her cheeks were that adorable rosy red again. But the prince shook her head. “Not using my—cock.” she ended quietly. “My hands and mouth, yes.”

That was interesting to learn. “Really?” Caitlyn got more comfortable on the pillows. She looked at Vi’s erection and licked her lips, “Even though you have that ?” Caitlyn was having a staring contest with it. “Centaur, indeed. I can see it.” The princess whispered to herself.

Vi frowned at the words, “I’m not made with magic. I was born with it.”

“Uh huh. I see.” Caitlyn flicked her gaze up to Vi’s. Amused. “At least I’ll know you haven’t fathered any bastards

Vi shook her head. She looked more frustrated by the second. “Listen, Caitlyn, I know we’re already married,”

Caitlyn was listening, “But?”

“...but I don’t think this is going to work out between us.”

The princess could feel disappointment settling uncomfortably in her heart, “What do you mean? Why?”

Vi audibly swallowed, “I don’t—” she sighed, gathering herself, “I don’t think I can—”

“You don’t think you can use it well?” Caitlyn offered, tone void of emotion. Blinking rapidly as though refraining from crying. “Love me?” She scoffed, “There was no love put into this marriage, my prince.”

Vi seemed to notice. She soothed her hands over Caitlyn’s thighs and lower stomach. “No. I mean, I don’t know if I can—,” get you pregnant. Vi pressed her lips together. “We’re still strangers, but maybe it would help our bedroom life if we get to know each other more? So I can love you eventually.”

Caitlyn stilled at the confession. “Okay,” 

Vi rested on her stomach, shuffling around to get comfortable. She eyed Caitlyn while pushing her wife’s knees apart, “You wanted me to use my mouth?” A smile in the tone.

Caitlyn nodded, “Yessss,”

Vi leaned down, smirking to herself. At the first stroke of her tongue, Vi sighed in content. She was tempted to close her eyes, but kept them open to gauge Caitlyn’s reactions. Vi began rocking her hips, humping the sheets to ease her throbbing erection. And to practice using it. Vi moaned at the noises Caitlyn let out. Almost smiling and laughing and slurping up everything in raw entertainment. The Zaun prince could get used to this. Caitlyn wasn’t ugly, but that sour attitude needs to go.

Perhaps arranged marriages aren’t so bad.

Despite the fact Vi was married to the princess, future queen of Piltover, it was quite easy to get some alone time.

…sort of.

The rhythmic clink of the knight’s armor was a constant reminder that Vi was now “royalty” by official standards. And being alone wasn’t as available as she’d prefer. But, whatever. 

“I don’t need a babysitter,” Vi mumbled. “Caitlyn’s quarters is that way.” She pointed up, “I heard the Princess mention something about needing a strong knight.”

The lady knight hummed, “I’m not assigned to the princess, my prince. The queen assigned me to you. For your protection.”

Prince Vi smirked to herself, hand on the pommel of her sword. A short sword for that good ole close combat Vi favored. “If I were ever attacked,” she shifted her attention to Ser Leona, an honorable knight of the Queensguard, “I’ll make sure your armor remains shiny and scuff free.” Vi shook her head, “That ridiculous shield will only slow you down.”

Ser Leona didn’t appear offended by the remark. In fact, she laughed, “Oh my prince, I assure you, this shield has stopped many arrows and spears alike. If it ever comes to defending your life—” Ser Leona motioned to the iron shield strapped to her back, “I won’t laugh when you hide behind it, my prince.”

Vi didn’t have a retort for the comment. Instead she eyed the perimeter. Ever the spy/warrior first, prince last.

Vi was reclining in Mel’s workshop, more like a dungeon for the dark arts, spending some quality time with her sister. Ser Leona was strongly advised to wait outside. Dressed in her finest doublet and fancy over the shoulder cloak, the prince consort decided to pay her sister a visit. Powder’s been living in Piltover for the past 3 years as a steward, primarily, but now Vi thinks her sister’s studying magic. All kinds of magic. It was weird to see, but the prince was just happy to be here.

“Did you ever want to return home to us? With Vander?” The prince was messing around with a strange glowing blue orb, “Ekko, we all really miss you.” Vi blew out a puff of air, “Though I’m kinda glad the marriage wasn’t yours. I don't know how I’d handle that.” she scratched her hair.

Powder was hunched over the workbench reading directions from a spellbook, “...one eyed toad.” she mumbled, “4 lily stems, wool from a dancing sheep—okay?” She chuckled softly. “And then—”

Vi sighed, “Powder, are you listening to me?”

Her sister didn’t even glance up, “Kinda and kinda busy here.” Powder mumbled. “I miss you guys too. Everyday.”

“But?” 

Powder sighed and eventually glanced up, “Listen, my future king, ”

Vi rolled her eyes.

“I came to Piltover on the guise of an apprenticeship, but I mainly wanted to get away for adventure.”

“For what?” 

“To be my own self, Vi. I can work on things I wanna work on. Invent things that get recognition—”

“We recognize your inventions,” Vi brought up, “Is that not one of them?” She pointed towards an automatic mechanism attached to a crossbow. “Geez, how many arrows can this thing shoot at a time?”

“Yeah. You recognize my genius. My family. Everyone else only recognized Ekko or slapped his name on it.” Powder sounded equally frustrated and solemn. “Piltover gave me a chance.”

Vi frowned. “You could’ve built at home too—

“Dammit,” Powder slammed the book closed, “Look, thick-headed fat hands, in case you haven’t noticed—I’m a girl. And young ladies don’t get half the recognition in warmongering nations like Zaun. Boys get all the good stuff while we’re left behind. Obviously I wanna share this with Zaun. But I can’t until you knock up that princess.”

Vi sighed, “Pow—”

“You, on the other hand, are able to receive royalty on a silver platter.” Powder mumbled, “Or gold. Piltover was an opportunity I couldn’t pass up. Besides, Caitlyn’s super nice.”

The prince snorted, “Really? Since when?”

Powder smirked, “Since always. To people who deserve to see the real her.”

“I don’t know, I’ve seen plenty of her.” The prince licked her lips, remembering.

Powder closed her eyes in disgust, “Gods you were raised by hounds.”

Vi was grinning, “Sooooo, what are you working on?”

“Translation for Mel.” Powder motioned to the book, “As an apprentice, I do all the boring shit. Like gathering the ingredients, grinding them, and handing the final product to Mel.”

“Why?”

“Why….what?” Powder narrowed her gaze,

Vi stood up and walked around, looking at all the strange jars of—ingredients, “Why are you doing all this? Is it for defensive measures against Noxus?” Vi wore a curious expression, “Trying to get rid of a spy among us?”

Powder huffed and rolled her eyes, “For educational purposes, Vi. Not everything needs to be about violence.”

“Precaution isn’t violence,” Vi pointed out, then she noticed the moving shadow from the sun, “Shit! What time is it?!”

“I don’t know, why?” Powder clearly didn’t care.

Vi straightened up and smoothed down her doublet, making sure everything was presentable. “I have a date.”

“You’re married though.”

“With my wife,” Vi winked and headed to the door, “Don’t forget to send Ekko a raven. He’s been waiting to hear from you.”

Powder stood there and watched her sister leave. “Sure, whatever. Leave. It’s not like we finally had some alone time. I swear Mylo was easier to talk to and we both can’t stand each other.”

~~~

Vi jogged all the way back to Caitlyn’s study. 

Around this time she would be leaving her private tutoring session with Mel and Viktor. Ser Leona kept up strangely quieter than Vi would have thought. The prince stopped outside Caitlyn’s study and glared at the knight. 

“You  sure are quiet when you want to be, huh?” Vi combed her hands through her hair, making sure she appeared handsome. “You don’t sound like Powder’s loose cannon being wheeled off the battlefield.” 

The knight smirked, “The queen assures our bolts are tightly in place for the guard. No loose cannons here. I can be quiet when I need to be.”

Vi didn’t trust this knight, “Right.” Cite any pledges to Noxus recently? “With all that heavy load on your shoulders,” the prince smirked, “...one good unexpected arrow and it’s all over, huh?”

Ser Leona was patiently listening. She cocked her head to the side, “Did you want to try that, my prince? Shoot arrows at me?”

Vi hated the arrogant tone. She shook her head, “When you least expect it.”

Ser Leona was casually resting her hand on the pommel of her sword. The same way Vi does when she’s feeling… antsy. “As you wish, my prince.”

Caitlyn’s study door opened, though Mel and a creepy thin man walked out first. 

Vi bowed her head, “Mel.” The prince grimaced when she got a good look at the man, “Uh, Maester Needs–A–Meal and a cup of mother’s milk. Or a barrel,” she whispered. 

“Maester Viktor, thank you for your time,” Princess Caitlyn hiding a smile behind her professionalism. 

The maester pretended not to hear Vi, or he was genuinely minutes away from blowing away in the wind. 

Mel didn’t hide her amusement, “Prince Vi. I’m glad to hear you’ll be joining us for breakfast this afternoon.”

Vi raised her brows, “Those two things shouldn’t be in the same sentence.” She held out her arm for Caitlyn to grab onto, “Shall we, my darling dearest wife?”

Caitlyn reluctantly reached out to hold onto Vi’s bicep. 

Vi began leading the way opposite of the Great Hall.

The princess noticed, “I know our grand castle is large and vast, but the great hall is behind us.”

“I know,” Vi answered, “I thought we’d get some alone time before that.” She looked over her shoulder making sure Ser Leona was a good few meters behind them. 

She was. 

Caitlyn’s handmaidens were behind them followed by Ser Leona and Ser Garen. A massive titan of a man who shouldn’t be anywhere near the Queensguard. 

The princess let out an exasperated sigh, “If you wanted me as husband and wife, I’ve told you we need to stay on our schedule.”

Vi rolled her eyes, “Relax. We’re walking by your precious gardens. I need some daylight on my skin. I can’t go anywhere ‘round here because you have my leash short and tight.”

Caitlyn huffed, “Good. I need to make sure you’re well behaved inside a castle your ancestors tried to overthrow.”

“Trust me, princess, if they really wanted to, Piltover wouldn’t exist today.” Vi smiled at the angry noise Caitlyn let out. 

Caitlyn tried to pull her hand away, but Vi squeezed it against her side, “Running away from me so soon, my dove?”

“You and those horrible names. I only wanted to stretch my legs a bit more. You had me in these weird positions the other night that I did not agree upon beforehand! If you could please let me know if you wanted my ankles on your shoulders so I can prepare accordingly.”

“Prepare for what?” Vi let out a laugh. “Yes, perfect princess, I forget I can’t fuck you like the feral hound I am. It might even spice up your orgasms, princess.” the prince wiggled her brows.

Caitlyn’s jaw tightened, “Gods, you speak like you belong to the wilds.”

“Not what you said last night.” Vi leaned close, teasingly, “I believe you said, ‘you were born to rest between my legs’—ow!”

“Vio-let!” She hissed. Caitlyn roughly dug her nails in Vi’s arm. 

Vi was laughing which only angered Caitlyn even more. “Hey, it seems like I’m the only one trying here. Loosen up a lil. Maybe you’ll actually get pregnant that way.”

Caitlyn said nothing. Scowling the entire time they made their long trek around the gardens. The princess did notice how Vi’s attention was everywhere else and never on Caitlyn. A group of garden workers would pass by and Vi would instantly stare. Even craning her neck looking over her shoulder to keep the beautiful garden workers in sight. The princess didn’t notice the skeptical and calculated gaze.

Under the shade of the courtyards, Vi felt cooler. Still keeping her attention on literally everyone that walked passed.

“Good afternoon, my princes. Princess.” A group of handmaidens Vi was vaguely familiar with weren’t an exception. 

Perhaps it was Vi’s nature to be wary of literally anyone outside the family. Vander may have overstepped when adolescent Vi held a mistrust for everyone. Vi let her gaze wander the handmaiden’s bodies. Strictly professional of course,

…missing the way Caitlyn’s visibly swallowed. 

Roann’s older half  sister was among them.

Lest. 

From Ionia, so those sharp eyes locked Vi in place. “Hello, my prince.”

Vi warmly returned it, “Lest. Always a pleasure to be in your presence.”

“Really?” Caitlyn asked under her breath, so only Vi could hear.

Causing the prince to grin.

“My Princess,” Lest curtsied for Caitlyn. “Lovely day for a stroll.”

 She waited until the group of handmaidens passed then continued on towards the Great Hall. 

“Have a good morning,” A few of them spoke to Caitlyn but looked directly at Vi.

Prince Vi bowed her head again, politely smiling. “And a good morning to you lovely ladies.” 

Princess Caitlyn narrowed her gaze, tightening her hand on Vi’s bicep. “What are you doing?” She whispered, nearly hissed like a snake.

Vi appeared confused by the question. “Being polite?”

“Why?” Caitlyn asked, as though she were genuinely upset at the idea of Vi making friends away from the princess.

“I—” Vi was at a loss for words. 

The Prince could see her wife glare at the group. The very same Caitlyn was giggling and sharing tea with the previous evening. But the Prince could spot the possessive attitude. 

“You’re jeaaaaaloussss.” Vi plainly stated in a sing-song voice. 

Enjoying the angry squeal from Caitlyn.

“Am not !” Caitlyn snapped. “I don’t care that you have the wandering eye of a brothel regular. But can you not be so lofty about it! I don’t want anyone to assume we invite a third to our bedroom activities. I am not my mother.” The princess was now using both hands to hold onto Vi’s arm. 

Vi was still amused by the ridiculousness of it all. “A morning greeting isn’t a  coital announcement, my dearest wife. The only person I came inside was you. In case you—”

“Vi.” Caitlyn nearly sprained her neck to give Vi a warning scowl. “People listen to our every word. Our seemingly insignificant actions are observed by even the youthful spies the queen most likely hired. We have a reputation to uphold. This union is important to me. It’d be nice if you share the same sentiments and propriety.”

Vi smirked, slowing her stride as they descended the stairs, “Y’know, I thought you didn’t want to marry me.”

“Doesn’t matter what I wanted.” Caitlyn whispered. “We’re married. So until death do us part, my prince, you’re stuck with me until we are old and frail. Unless you die in battle or I succumb to a strange and mysterious cough.”

The prince covered Caitlyn’s hands with her own. “Good thing I’m a great fighter. I won’t let anything happen to you either.” Vi greeted Ser Leona with a nod, missing the strange expression that came over Caitlyn.

Caitlyn opened her mouth for a retort that died at Vi’s honest words. Though instead of dwelling on the surface level romanticism, the princess let go of Vi’s arm and went to join Mel at their usual table. 

Vi let out a puff of air, “Women. Am I right?” she aimed her question towards her personal guard.

But Ser Leona just hummed, “I wouldn’t know, my prince. I’ve taken my vows of abstinence before our gods.”

Vi nodded, “Sure you did. And I’m guessing you’re a ‘by the book’ brotherhood?” She clapped the knight’s armored shoulder, “The gods sleep during the solstice, I hear. Great time to try it out.” 

Ser Leona gave Vi a strange look.

The prince apologized while sitting next to Caitlyn. “Sorry, had to give Ser Leona a few words. Good morning, ladies. Princess.” Vi kissed Caitlyn’s temple. “Lady Mel.”

Caitlyn tried pulling away. “None of that here. We’re only among friends. Not council officials.”

Vi pressed her lips together. “I thought you wanted to try and get closer. Y’know. More intimacy?”

Caitlyn was pouring herself some tea, “Ask Lest for some of her time then.” she spat.

Vi bit her lip, “I only know her through Powder and Lady Mel. Wait, are you really mad about that?”

“Do I need to write it down for you?” Caitlyn turned to glare at Vi, “Or, are you too inept to know how to read?”

Vi scratched her chin, hardly bothered by the hostility. “Nah. I love reading.”

Mel was obviously listening to the minor dispute. She loudly cleared her throat, “Caitlyn, mind your tone and the way you speak to your husband in public settings.”

Caitlyn instantly straightened. “You’re right. I’m sorry. Where are my manners?” She pushed a small soup bowl in Vi’s direction. “Here. Have some udon.”

Vi nodded, “Food is my love language. Hmmmm, everything smells delicious, but this smells spicy. Is there anything sweet here?”

Mel was eyeing the desserts placed in front of them. “Speaking of sweets, I sure am craving something sugary.”

Powder appeared behind Mel. “Hey,” her voice sounded tired.

Vi instantly perked up, “Powder.” she smiled.

But her sister wasn’t paying attention to her.

“Good morning, Lady Powder, have a seat. Join us for breakfast.” Mel gestured to the seat next to her.

“These look like treats.” Powder had bags under her eyes. Barely awake and alive at this ungodly hour. “I was awake all night translating the manuscript you wanted.” She slowly blinked, “I finished.”

Vi grimaced, finally noticed just how exhausted her sister appeared. She busied herself with a bowl of udon. She sniffed it before taking a hearty slurp.

Mel slowly smiled, “All the more reason to divulge your appetites, my young apprentice.” She motioned towards the plate of desserts, “Would you care for a cream stuffed pastry?”

Powder sat down and shook her head, “No, thank you. She’s already married.” The mage’s apprentice winked at the princess across the table. 

Vi choked on her food, clearly laughing. “It’s the spice.” Even tried fanning herself. 

Caitlyn slowly lowered her teacup, glaring at Powder. “How impudent of you, Lady Powder.” then glanced towards her husband, “Can you not encourage her?”

“I’m not.” Vi’s face was turning red. She mutely shook her head, appearing mildly apologetic.

Mel pressed her lips tightly together. She placed her hand on Powder’s shoulder. “We need to work on your decorum in front of royalty. Princess Caitlyn will be your queen in due time.”

Caitlyn slowly relaxed.

Powder nodded, reaching for her own teacup. “Hear ye, hear ye,”

“Until then,” Mel reached for a pastry. “More for me and Prince Vi.”

Caitlyn wasn’t amused and Vi did let out a light chuckle.

Mel and Caitlyn began discussing the potential threats of Noxus, while Powder and Vi made idle talk about home, horseback riding, even cream stuffed pastries. No, not Caitlyn. 

Vi wasn’t used to the— clinical approach of their sex life. 

After their wedding night, Caitlyn chose to sleep in the adjacent room. To give Vi “space” to acclimate to her new life. Whatever that meant. Though every night the Princess would make her appearance. Dressed in only her robe, two handmaidens by Caitlyn’s side until the princess dismissed them. Vi knew what her job was, afraid to reveal her apprehension. But sex was sex, and while Vi wasn’t as experienced as Caitlyn seemed to assume—it felt great every time. 

Though Caitlyn planned every night. Like a scheduled meeting between the two of them. ‘Once you’re finished with your sword fighting, come to my room this evening.’

‘If you have no other engagements, come with me to my private room.’

‘I’m in the mood to make a daughter. How about yourself?”

Their 6th time shouldn’t be as awkward.

Caitlyn was reclining on her bed under the sheets, having summoned Vi to her room. The princess was watching Vi with a careful gaze. “Are you ready to last longer than before?” There was hardly a humorous tone, but like a critical one. “I’d prefer to be handled much better as well.”

Vi raised her brows, “You really wanna spend all night with me?” Their banter was beginning to feel natural. 

Like a genuine friendship could form between them. Vi and Caitlyn tried to spend as much time together outside of council meetings and their coitus. 

Caitlyn scoffed, smiling, “I do if you make it enjoyable… husband.” she added at the end.

Vi wasn’t sure why her body reacted to the title so—quickly. Vi shook her head, “Did you start without me?” Seeing her wife already naked and prepared, Vi felt giddy by habit. 

“Maybe.” Only Caitlyn’s body was visible from her breasts up. Though her right hand was below the blankets. “You finished without me all those other times. I’d say we’re even.”

“Hm,” Vi licked her lips in anticipation, but the prince also wanted some of her agency in the bedroom. Vi knows how to handle the ladies. Caitlyn was just different. Vi slowly removed her clothes. “I told you it’s my first time using it with another person. A rather tight maiden.” 

Virgin.

Vi swallowed hard and expertly hid her shivering fingers. “I might have to make you beg for it this time.”

Caitlyn giggled, “Is that so?” she moaned and stretched, “Well then, husband, make me beg for it.”

And Vi surely—tried. 

Though it wasn’t entirely her fault.

Vi crawled up the bed, burying her face between Caitlyn’s legs and began there. The princess was petting Vi’s hair during it. Almost lovingly—mostly encouraging to keep it going. Vi didn’t let Caitlyn touch her. Putting all of her focus on the sounds and quiet (desperate) commands. Still pushing Caitlyn’s hands away. Nevertheless, when the prince shuffled forward, after giving Caitlyn a hearty orgasm.

Caitlyn was panting, satisfied for the moment, reaching for Vi. “Put it in me.”

Vi did. Slowly. Carefully. 

Still clenching her teeth at the tightness of it all. Caitlyn just swallowed Vi’s girth and clenched so deliciously. Vi had to bite her tongue hard. With the princess’ flavor still on her tongue, it hardly set Vi apart from her own precipice. She pumped her hips more than once though. Staring down at her wife. At Caitlyn. But the princess had her eyes closed. Possibly imagining it was someone else pleasing her this way. Vi didn’t care. 

Caitlyn wasn’t shy about touching as much of Vi’s body as she wanted. When Vi allowed her. Mostly Vi’s biceps, wide shoulders, and her muscular back. “Ah!” She whimpered. Rocking her own hips to match Vi’s thrusts. “Keep doing that pace.”

Vi listened. Taking orders was perfect. It distracted her from the wet cave of pure ecstasy. Their second time, Vi still came too early, but at least she was able to pleasure Caitlyn before. Their 3rd time, Vi unfortunately came the moment Caitlyn grabbed it, and pumped it a few times. Making it bounce and giggling through her curiosity. The 4th time, Caitlyn straddled Vi’s hips and the prince came from the sight alone. Their 5th time, Vi had too much wine.

Before their current ‘meeting’ Vi jerked off twice and still—

“Unngh!” Vi whimpered, You fucking virgin, she scolded herself. Is pussy always this good though? Her eyes rolled back in bliss when she felt Caitlyn’s lips on her neck, “Cait—”

The princess sucked hard. Almost painfully. Still scratching Vi’s back before soothing her palms over the firm skin. “Vi,” She whispered through a moan. 

Vi leaned closer, pumping her hips just a little faster. “Caitlyn, baby, you feel so—”

“Yes!” Caitlyn squealed after a particular hard thrust, “Just like that! I can come like this. Keep going! Don’t stop!”

Vi gritted her teeth, obeying every command. She squeezed her eyes shut, feeling that burning in the pit of her stomach. Oh no.

Caitlyn wrapped her arms around Vi’s shoulders, her thighs opened wider and wider, “I’m close!”

Vi answered with a strangled grunt. “Grrrrgh!”

Caitlyn was moaning the entire time. “This is it—oh my gods! Oh god—oh Vi! Put a baby in me—” her thighs trapped Vi closer. “Ah!”

Vi snapped her eyes open. Remembering why she was here. What both of their families expected from Vi. The prince hid her face in the crook of Caitlyn’s neck. Feigning intimacy among strangers. 

Vi spilled inside the princess with a quiet groan. “Mm,” and decided to kiss down Caitlyn’s neck. Then her body, looking up at those satisfied eyes. 

Caitlyn was breathing hard, reaching down to tangle her fingers through Vi’s wild hair, “Go on,”

Vi did. Ignoring heaving breasts, kissing a slightly sweaty stomach and finally rested at her goal. The royal forest required exploring, and Vi was the huntsman of the evening. Using her tongue to find the pearl of nerve and suck on it.

When Vi returned to her room, it was with her imaginary tail between her legs. 

The prince saw the tray of food and walked past it. Choosing to spend some time on her balcony. Vi was leaning against the fancy banister, seeing the faint lights from Zaun. She sighed. “I hope you won’t need me too much—”

Vi buried her face in her hands, “...when the queen hangs me for failing to get the princess pregnant. Fuck!”

Even while wallowing in her own despair, Vi’s attention spotted movement out of the corner of her eye. A shadow. Lithe, quick, agile movements. Vi straightened up, waiting to see what was up with this—visitor, sneaking around in the shroud of darkness.

In the middle of the night was certainly a choice. 

And none would be accidental, if Vi knew better. And she does. 

The shadow scaled the wall with ease and disappeared. Vi looked at the moon’s position in the sky and made a mental calculation. She grabbed a pitcher of juice and made herself comfortable by the balcony.

Vi’s eyes were bloodshot red from lack of sleep when the figure eventually returned. The sun was slowly rising. The figure was medium height. And most definitely a woman. 

Vi frowned. “Where did you go?”

Who did you meet outside of the wall?

It began with a gamble to sneak out of the Kiramman Castle,

…to find out where the mysterious woman had gone the previous night.

That’s how Vi ended up with an arrow aimed between her eyes. With her back pressed tightly against the stone wall, the prince followed the freshly polished leather armor up the long arms and settled on the royal seal. Vi felt herself smile, seeing her own dagger pressed firmly against her wife’s thigh. The steel plated armor protected the princess in case Vi’s hand slipped. 

“Going somewhere?” Caitlyn asked, more amusement than genuine curiosity. Nor anger laced her tone either.

“Easy,” Vi pulled her knife away and raised her hands, “If you wanted a new husband I can think of cleaner ways, cupcake.”

Caitlyn frowned at the nickname. “Don’t call me that. Besides, why are you trying to run away from your stressful duties of providing me an heir?” She lowered the bow. “Oh the horrors of three meals a day and a warm pussy at the end of it.”

Vi smirked. “Your company is so tempting to be around,” she pointed to the wall. “But, let me climb this wall real quick, and I’ll tell you what I’m doing out here.”

Caitlyn was watching Vi with a rightful skepticism. “No. We’ll return to our room. And you'll tell me there.”

“Caitlyn,” Vi tried again,

The princess sensed the urgency in Vi’s tone. Caitlyn’s jaw tightened, appearing conflicted. “I’m not the only one to know you’re out here. Return with me, Violet, please. Several sightings these past several nights. You weren’t as careful as you thought.”

Both were at an impasse.

But Vi perked up, “Several nights? That’s who I’m chasing! This is my first time out here. It was literally after our night together. I was in my room, drinking and saw this person sneak out of the city at this exact spot.”

Caitlyn sighed. “Vi,”

“Trust me, my princess.” Vi stated firmly. Not fucking around anymore. Whoever was threatening Piltover, was a threat to Zaun as well. “Cait,”

Caitlyn looked in Vi’s eyes, reading them for dishonesty. “I want to believe you.”

Vi’s shoulders slumped. “But?"

Caitlyn reached for Vi's hand, "Listen..."

"Nothing on the far side of the wall!" Ser Garen announced as he approached the two royals. Several of other guards followed him.

Vi slowly shifted her attention Caitlyn, "Really?"

Caitlyn inhaled sharply and glanced up at the wall. Seeing marks from tools used to scale it. She frowned. “Keep a close eye on this portion of the wall.” She ordered Ser Garen. “Make sure the white cloaks have a constant rotation all through the night.”

“Aye, my princess.”

Once they left, Vi faced her wife, "Why are you doing this? I could've had this figured out before dawn. Now the entire brotherhood is on watch for something that could be nothing."

Caitlyn nodded, "And if it isn't nothing? You would've jumped this wall into what? An ambush if you weren't the person they were expecting?"

Vi scoffed, "Yeah, I can fight, princess. I know war. I don't need Leona to keep breathing down my fucking neck."

Caitlyn's expression softened, just so. She reached up, cupping Vi's face. "Am I not allowed to protect what's mine?"

Vi covered Caitlyn's hand with her own, "What do you think I was trying to do?" she countered, before gently pushing Caitlyn's hand away. "We're still strangers. Clearly."

The prince walked away without another word.

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It wasn’t that Vi had to climb the castle wall to leave the kingdom, it just offered a bit of adventure.

There wasn’t anything cowardly about using the front gates. Vi was the prince of Piltover—ugh that’s a sentiment to get used to. Vi’s been the “prince of Zaun” since the day she was born. But without the cages and tight leashes keeping track of every little damn thing she does. Vi’s certain Leona keeps track of her with an annoying precise and descriptions of how Vi peed that morning or even how much surprise boners she had.

As Vi pulled her hood higher to conceal her noticeable features, she realized the adventure was being away from that annoying knight. 

Here, just leaning against the Stronghold just outside the main castle gates, Vi was finally free. She was watching the sunset, families return to their homesteads, and even the drunkards roll over and reach for another skin of ale. 

Ale.

Vi licked her lips. Ale was for common-born folks while wine was reserved for the Great Halls and high-borns. The prince missed drinking ale and celebrating with her brothers and even those Ionian fighters. 

Vi looked around the emptying streets. “I think I saw a tavern between Piltover and Zaun.”

And she was right. 

Closer to Piltover’s side of the river, Vi felt at home the moment she stepped inside. She grinned when she spotted the gambling table. 

Whenever Caitlyn made advancements or even scheduled sex for the couple to have, Vi feigned a sickness. 

“Not tonight, Caitlyn. I’m not feeling well.”

Caitlyn would narrow her gaze, “I’ll send some milk of the poppy to your room along with—”

“I’m sure it’s something I can sleep off.” Vi coolly dismissed. “Tomorrow?” knowing she’ll repeat the same thing.

Anger from her wife, Vi expected, not this strange sadness. Caitlyn lowered her head, visibly swallowing hard, “You can pretend it’s someone else.” she offered in a weak whisper. “Goodnight, husband.” The princess closed her door, leaving the prince in the hall.

…alone. Just as Vi wanted. 

Vi wanted to feel bad for lying to her wife, but gods… she needed out of this damn cage that was Piltover. 

Though the prince’s luck would eventually run out. 

One good hand for Vi left three suspicious (and obviously cheating) men left for nothing but their hatred for royals. 

“Yer cheat'n’.” A creepy thin man hissed, his unpleasant breath of ale and rat soup hit Vi like a hammer to the face. 

Vi only smirked, “Says the honorable man with cards up his sleeves.” She looked at her hand and her smile grew. “I’ll fold. I was playing for fun not for gold.” she placed her hand on the table. Showing her pristine Royal flush. “Y’know back in Zaun we used to play for knives and arrows and positions for battle.” Vi’s smile softened, as though she were fond of the memory. 

The bald guy scowled at the prince. Missing teeth and a pleasant attitude, “Ya think yer betta at this than us, prince lil cock?”

The two other men at the table laughed. “Yer fatha should’ve chopped it fer ya!”

Vi grimaced and arched her brow, “It may have prevented my current dilemmas. I folded, so Gary over here wins the pot?” Vi’s knee was shaking, anticipating the fight. Eager to use her body once again. 

“It’s Geralt.”

Vi’s jaw tensed. “So um—same time tomorrow night?” She barely moved her head to dodge the terrible knife throw. “Oh we’re dancing.”

Vi roughly kicked the chair from Gary, grabbing the back of his shirt to slam his head on the floor. Dazing him for a moment to deal with the other two. Vi was temporarily disappointed. These men were all swing and no grunt behind the hit. Even the one that connected with her jaw. She roughly grabbed him by the throat and head butted him hard, letting him drop onto the table.

Vi wiped her face and nodded for the 3rd man to try it. “Come on. Gain your pot.” 

“Hey!” Another larger man stood up, grabbing the lip of the table and flipped it over—even with Gary asleep on top. “We’re tryna play poker ‘ere!”

Vi’s eyes widened, “Whoa there, lil petey?” She muttered in glee at the massive man that easily overthrew their table. 

The man was drooling and snarling, drunk but ready for a fight.

Vi raised her fists, iron knuckles on and everything. She pumped her arms, “Come to daddy, big boy.” she didn’t expect the man to barrel into her. “Oh no—”

…sending them both painfully to the floor. 

Vi wheezed at the weight, “Oh Fuuu—UUCK!” she gasped as he yanked her up. Vi used the momentum to headbutt him hard. Dizzying herself momentarily before punching him clean across the face. Lil Petey swayed then fell over… hard.

Vi was breathing a lil hard, but it wasn’t enough to sate that fire.

“You!”

Vi flinched from the loud cry. 

The Mountain, one of Sevika’s men from Zaun. He had to duck in to clear the doorway. “Yer fatha wouldn’t appreciate what yer doin’ere, Prince.” he nodded behind him and Sevika appeared behind him. 

The former general of Zaun’s armies took one look around the tavern and scowled, “The fuck happened here?”

The prince shrugged, “Poker?”

Vi grunted as she was slammed against the wall. “Grrrrrh!” She was on her tiptoes to avoid being choked out. “Not the face, not the face!” She squeezed her eyes shut, already seeing a fist wind up.

Sevika smirked, squeezing harder, “Cock wasn’t enough for you? Always had to be the prettier one, huh?”

“Well—,” Vi wheezed, gripping onto Sevika’s iron fist, “...wasn’t too hard with your ugly mug. Bitch.” she added while trying to knee the taller woman. 

Sevika just rolled her eyes, “Still so soft, pup. Vander should’ve done worse to toughen you up, pretty boy. Is that you’re down here? Running from daddy? 

“Fuck you.” Vi was now glaring, “You don’t know anything about my father.”

“I know plenty since you’re here.” Sevika pulled out a nasty looking dagger, “I should take your hand for disrespecting these men.” 

Vi flinched when the cold steel caressed her cheek, “To be fair… they started it.”

“I’ll finish it.” Sevika stated as a matter of fact. “Slowly,”

“You’ll do no such thing!” Another woman’s voice interrupted them.

Sevika frowned. She looked over her shoulder and saw a woman, dressed as a ranger, aim a bow at her head. “Who the hell are you?” she spat out.

Vi eyes widened in fear, “Oh shit. Just kill me now, Sev. Quick!”

Before Sevika could reply the woman fired a warning shot that knicked her cheek. “Ugh!” She jerked away from Vi and hissed. 

“Truce?... Cait?” Vi stayed against the wall, slowly raising her hands. “I’m feeling… better?”

Caitlyn shrugged off her hood and quickly readied another arrow. 

Sevika and her men now readied their weapons just in case. She noticed her gold linens and fancy armor this “Cait” doned. 

But it was the poorly hidden Kiramman crest that made Sevika pause. “You’re sure far from home, princess.” She sheathed her dagger, not wanting any trouble with the Princess of the Kiramman kingdom, but—, “What the hell does this sumprat mean to you?”

Caitlyn noticed the caution, but kept her arrow aimed at Sevika’s head, “ That sumprat, is my husband. And your future King Consort.”

The men and Sevika sent Vi confused glances. Sevika looked disgusted, “You? Royalty? Since fucking when?”

Vi shrugged, “Since—I uh,”

“...fell in love with a highborn?” Sevika quipped, clearly now entertained by this.

“Since our parents arranged it.” Caitlyn lowered her bow, “Love wasn’t part of the deal. Vi’s certainly making sure of that. But we are married.” 

“Hm,” Sevika arched her brow, and Vi glared. “You’re pretty enough to be her bitch. I can see that.”

“If it's gold you need, I have plenty.” Caitlyn tossed a heavy bag onto the table. “But I need her to live long enough to give me an heir. Then you can do whatever you want with her.” Caitlyn tucked her arrow back into her quiver and shoulder her bow, she held out her hand, “But until then—, husband ,” she hissed the word as though it were a curse, “...if you’ll please come home and put a baby in me. Then we can go our separate ways.”

Vi rolled her shoulders and grunted in pain. “Sure… wife ,” she grumbled, hating this union just as much.

If not more. But not for the reasons the princess assumes.

Caitlyn gave the tavern a quick once over before exiting the establishment.

Vi exhaled, “Ugh, damn. She’s just so… heartwarming, huh?”

Sevika chuckled before whistling. She gave Vi a nasty smile, “You really think you can handle all that?”

Vi roughly shoved her. “Shut up.”

Sevika watched as Vi dragged her feet towards the exit, following the Kiramman Princess to their horses. She looked towards Twitch, a creepy thin man who appeared just as perplexed through the entire situation. “What the hell does the princess do in the bedroom that has Vi all riled up like this? Wish I had a cock to be married off to some sweet thing.”

Once the midnight air chilled Vi’s flushed skin, she exhaled, still drunk and starving. Then Vi saw the Calvary. The mass line of soldiers led by the Queen’s best knights. “Whoa, really making sure I come back with you, huh?”

Caitlyn audibly sighed before mounting her horse. Muttering “...tiring sumprat” under her breath. Causing Vi to only smirk.

The Lord Commander Leona was leaning against her horse, smirking at the Prince Consort, “Easy, my prince, we’re here to make sure our princess returns to her castle in one piece.” She whistled loudly, “But we brought someone you know.”

“Who?” Vi saw her own horse from back home, Nightwing, trot alongside the war horses as though she’s seen battle. “Hey, girl.” Vi greeted, caressing Nightwing’s snout and neck, “You look well fed.”

“You could be as well,” Caitlyn’s irritated tone wasn’t lost on anyone, “...if you’ll comply with your duties.” She gripped the reins and glared at Vi, “Now stop running away like a spoiled child, husband. Let’s go home.”

Vi opened her mouth, “I didn’t run… away,” she sighed when Caitlyn was long out of earshot.

“For what it’s worth, my prince,” Leona hopped onto her horse and smirked, “...you aren’t the first king-to-be to run off.”

Vi tried not to sway where she stood, “I didn’t run away.”

Leona arched her brow and looked around the small village they were in, “Not the best place to consummate your marriage, is it, my prince?”

Vi chuckled, drying, “Yeah, about that. We already did, you know… did the deeds.” she winced, remembering the ‘blink and you’ll miss it’ copulating.

Leona kept her reactions concise, “Is our princess with child?”

“I—don’t know? It’s been a few weeks since we married—,” … and a few days we stopped having sex.

Leona watched Vi with a much more careful eye, “Y’know for Caitlyn’s hand in marriage, Kings have offered their sons and daughters in trade not just gold, but ancient relics and even endless armies, as well as colonies for the Kiramman kingdom. Just to have Caitlyn’s hand in marriage. But Queen Cassandra refused them all. Made a deal with your father.” The Lord Commander sucked her teeth in disdain, “With a Zaunite.”

Vi slowly mounted Nightwing, “Uh huh,”

“So whatever it is the Queen saw in you, be that prince. I doubt lying between her legs is so much worse than dying on a battlefield: unnamed and never remembered. Let’s get you home, Prince.” Ser Leona rode off without another word.

Vi just sat there, contemplating life. “People really think I don’t want sex with the princess?! Ugh,” She sighed and gave Nightwing a firm kick to follow the calvary. 

Do you have any good news to share? Queen Cassandra had asked during a council meeting. 

It was being held in the early afternoon. Mel and Powder had walked with Princess Caitlyn, citing safety perimeter magic or spells around the castle. 

Caitlyn made sure no one found out about Vi’s affairs out of the castle walls. Mel knows, but—

Other than the sun rising another day, their constituents were settling in for the long winter, or the drums of Noxus have fallen silent over these past few weeks—Caitlyn had no other news. Nothing ‘good’ as the queen required. The princess idly rubbed her corset; over her belly. No lumps, no morning sickness, no baby. It’s not for lack of trying—at least since before Vi ran away.

They did try once since Vi returned home.

Caitlyn hid a moan while biting her pillow. Her arms have long given up holding up the hound position. Now the princess lay face down on a bed of pillows, being bred from her husband. Vi’s heaving breaths tickled Caitlyn’s overheated skin. But the prince offered nothing more than her cock and her hands.

“I’m close,” The prince announced.

When Vi finished, it was with a soft grunt, quickly followed by a whisper Caitlyn couldn’t hear. For the first time, Caitlyn feigned her own. Pushing her hips backwards then stiffening—with unshed tears. Crying. Hoping for something more pleasant than this. Perhaps this was her fault, though.

Not even lips touched Caitlyn’s skin the previous nights. Vi left much quicker than the other nights. The prince was not interested in an affectionate marriage.

Caitlyn swallowed hard. “No news, Your Grace,” Princess Caitlyn recognized when she was being dismissed. Though she waited for the verbal cue.

Cassandra nodded. “Hm, well, perhaps your presence is required elsewhere for the time being. Until I have that good news. I’ll have Mel keep you informed of our council.”

…or it was the queen demanding a grand heir for Piltover.

Princess first, future queen last.

Mel was sitting across from Caitlyn, offering a sympathetic look. Powder was standing behind her seat. Leaning against the wall next to the wine decanter; their current wine steward. Powder nodded to the decanter, a barely noticeable movement.

Caitlyn shook her head, standing. “Of course, Your Grace.” 

As the princess was being escorted back to her private rose room, Roann was sent to fetch Prince Vi—for their… activities. Though, as Caitlyn walked past her favorite garden she spotted the Prince standing in the middle of the rows. Eyeing that damn wall again. Vi snuck out a few times, much to Caitlyn’s absolute horror. But the Prince was right about something, Vi knows war. Caitlyn only knows the structure of it.

…but the princess knows political war.

Caitlyn was bathed and lotioned and oiled before Vi showed up. 

The prince appeared powdered down as well. Vi was snacking on a few grapes, walking around barefoot. No leather vambraces, no shoulder guards, and no sword. Vi’s precious metal gauntlets she favors while wielding her sword—almost poorly, were neatly hanging by the door. Vi noticed Caitlyn and straightened up.

Vi nodded towards the bed, “You sent for me?” Tone was not quite dismissive, but it lacked the warmth Caitlyn’s heard her parents use. “They gave me a quick scrub down. Said I was too sweaty for your liking. And gave me this,” Vi was twirling a long-stemmed lavender between her fingers, “Cute. I think you do kinda like me.” the prince quipped, smiling. “Is the princess in love?”

But the intention for humor was wildly lost on the princess.

Caitlyn hugged herself, dressed in nightgown and nothing more, trying her best not to show any emotion. “Where did you disappear to every night?” Getting straight to the point, 

Vi blinked, surprised by the question. Lowering the lavender.

Caitlyn crossed her arms, “When I needed you here or in the room next door, you’re never there. We have the most powerful union on this side of the Black Waters, surely you’d understand the importance of needing to provide House Kiramman an heir. So where did you disappear to besides that tavern?”... another woman? Caitlyn bitterly thought.

Remembering the way Vi had effortlessly befriended most of the handmaidens and even a few honorable members of the brotherhood.

“Over the wall.” Vi stated as though it were obvious, while still confused. 

“Why?”

“I’ve told you why.”

“Chasing invisible enemies, when I’m clearly the one you’re escaping.”

“Oh. It’s that kinda afternoon, huh?” Vi shifted her weight, like she was preparing to bolt. 

Caitlyn was growing frustrated. “If our lives were at stake, our white cloaks will take care of it. No person has been seen since that night. Mel’s also a mage. We have protection spells everywhere.”

Vi licked her lips, studying the princess for a moment. “Okay, princess.” 

She faced the table spread of hot meats drenched in flavorful broths, fresh steamed vegetables, and several bowls of fruit. Vi reached for the decanter of wine. Poured her a cup of wine, downed it, then poured another.

Vi slowly faced her wife, appearing antsy, “I want to love you, Caitlyn Kiramman.”

Caitlyn’s lips were beginning to tremble, “But you can’t.”

Vi shook her head, “I want to. Not now, anyway. But it’s not because you’re you. It’s because I’m me. I never knew I was going to marry at all in my life. Especially with my—deformity. Where I come from, you marry because you’re in love.” Vi looked down at her hands, ashamed with herself, “Not the other way around. I’m new to this.”

The princess looked away, eyes filling with tears. Caitlyn seemed to be struggling with her next words, “Did you have someone… in your life—before this arrangement.”

Vi was watching the princess, carefully. “No. Nothing was ever serious. Just pleasures of the flesh, you can say. And they never had all of me. Just what I could have from them. I only have you. And no. I never left to bed other women. I really was scouting and then got distracted by… fun.”

“I can be fun.” Caitlyn weakly offered. 

Vi, now hearing the change in Caitlyn’s demeanor, softened her aggressive defense. She sighed, “Caitlyn—”

“Am I the only one in the marriage honoring our vows to each other?!” Caitlyn snapped. 

Vi’s eyes widened, “Cait,”

The princess roughly wiped her face, “Gods! You do not deserve my tears. I don’t know why I wasted prayers on you to overcome your sickness when you were sneaking out of the castle.”

Vi’s shoulders dropped, “I didn’t mean to lie.”

“I don’t know why I thought… you would love me by now. I don’t know why I was thrilled at the idea of marriage until I realized they will be forced  to live with me for the rest of their lives.” Caitlyn slumped onto her bed, letting out a shaky breath. “I’m not interesting outside of my family name. I never had friends besides my handmaidens.”

Vi slowly placed the cup of wine on the table. “Cait—”

“And I didn’t want to marry you, either.” Caitlyn sounded tired, ignoring her husband. “But I’ll be damned if we live our lives avoiding and hating each other.”

“I don’t hate you.” Vi firmly stated. “I would never hate someone like you. You’re my wife.”

Caitlyn ran her fingers through her hair, steadying herself. “Then can you behave like a husband, please?”

Vi nodded, “I’m sorry. I can do that.” She felt stiff, then awkwardly pointed to the bed, “Like… now, or?”

Caitlyn wanted to smile but was still angry with Vi. “No. Not tonight. I’m not in the mood.”

Vi pressed her lips together, “Then—?”

“Come here.” Caitlyn pointed to the chair in front of the bed. “Sit.” 

Vi obeyed. Padding over to the chair and sat down. She was nervously rubbing her thighs, waiting for further instructions. “I’m sorry about the—”

“What did you do growing up?” Caitlyn asked instead. She leaned back to listen. “What was it like growing up in Zaun?”

Vi perked up at the question. She slowly smiled, relaxing a bit. “Well, your husband was great at hand-to-hand combat.”

“Was?” Caitlyn pointed out in a teasing tone. “Have you lost your fighting spirit so quickly?”

Causing Vi’s grin to fully relax. “Never. I’ll fight for anything I love. Even your safety.”

The raw honesty caused Caitlyn to blush. Though she said nothing.

Vi deeply inhaled, prepared to give her life story about being Zaun’s greatest fighter. “So there’s these kids—”

“You didn’t have to bring your work out here,” Caitlyn muttered from her seat in the shade. “I asked for your company. Not your duties.”

Mel only hummed, still reading through another small scroll. From one of her little birdies: spies. “My very presence is my duty, princess. And my work never stops or the queen will have my head.”

“I wouldn’t allow it.” Caitlyn placed her hand on Mel’s arm, squeezing as Vi took another hit to the gut. “Gods be good. Why did I allow this barbaric fighting?”

The mage felt it and briefly glanced up before returning her attention to the protection runes on the parchments. “I’m glad you brought it up. Why are we here?”

Here, being the old stadiums that held jousting tournaments. The afternoon breeze brought in the caresses of winter’s presence—shy but steady in her approach; along with her chilling bite. Snow hadn’t quite fallen, but the air was sharp whenever Caitlyn felt it. She was wrapped in the furs gifted from her Ionian relatives while Mel wore something similar. Though leather and polished from Noxus. Both women with wildly opposing backgrounds, yet friends by fate and chance and magic.

Caitlyn always looked up to Mel as a guide on how true bravery would appear in a leader. Kindness knows no bounds with this Medarda Mage. And now Mel was the hand/advisor and protector of Piltover. Mel was citing newer spells everyday. Growing stronger, more assured in her natural powers everyday. So much that the mage took on an apprentice to hand down her knowledge: Powder.

Caitlyn and Mel were seated in the front row, where the royals would sit. Watching the brotherhood have their fun with the prince. “Vi wanted to spar to keep in shape. Ser Leona volunteered herself and her men. So,” she waved her hand flippantly, “...here we are.”

Mel smirked, amused, “The prince needs to stretch her legs and fighting was the only solution?”

Caitlyn rolled her eyes, “Her terms. Not mine.”

 Mel slowly rolled up the scroll, now interested in this conversation. “And I'm sure you settled this minor dilemma with a firm handshake and very few words.”

“Biting words and unpleasant accusations were exchanged.” Caitlyn kept her hand on Mel’s arm for emotional support. “It was actually a lengthy argument when I brought her home.” She glanced at the mage. “My mother still doesn’t know, right?”

Mel shook her head, “Never. Your secrets are safe with me, princess. But that knight, Ser Leona, is trustworthy, you say?”

Caitlyn nodded. “She’s in love with my cousin, Diana. I have her undying loyalty.”

“Good.” Mel leaned in closer, “And your husband is faring… well with your assignments?”

The assignment of getting pregnant.

Caitlyn scowled. “I’ve already told you. Vi has no interest in trying again. Not since that night in the tavern.”

“Hm,” Mel rubbed her chin, thinking. “I can offer a vial to loosen up the prince’s mind? Would that help?”

“No.” Caitlyn watched her husband prepare her mare. “I want Vi to want me. No spells. No, nothing.”

Vi was hopping onto her mare, prepping her jousting stick and wooden sword. Smiling like a child in a sweets parlor. 

The princess sighed in exasperation, “It’s as though I’m taking a hound to play with her friends.”

Vi took the large helmet from a squire and steered her horse towards Mel and Caitlyn. She slid the helmet on and pushed up the visor, winking at the princess. “Hello, pretty lady.” she reached out her hand, “May I ask for your favor, Princess Caitlyn? Most beautiful lady in the lands. I’m just a poor knight needing a rich flower.”

Mel’s brows shot up, “No interest, huh?” she whispered under her breath.

“Mel,” Caitlyn warned, she looked around. “I have no favors,” She pulled out a handkerchief. “Will this do, Ser Annoying?”

Vi snorted, laughing. “It will, princess.”

Caitlyn stood up and bent down to tie the handkerchief around Vi’s arm. “There, Ser Arrogance.”

Vi leaned back, adjusting her grip on the reins. “With all these sweet names, I think you want me, princess.”

Caitlyn rolled her eyes. “Keep dreaming,”

While Mel was enjoying this interaction.

Vi reached up, “Good thing I won’t need to, my wife.”

Caitlyn offered her hand. Swallowing hard as Vi took it, gently, and kissed the air above Caitlyn’s knuckles. 

“Stay warm, princess.” Vi’s tone was warming. She lowered her visor and rode off, getting into position as Ser Leona prepared the prince.

Caitlyn returned to her seat, smiling in a daze. She looped her arm around Mel’s and held onto it.

Mel covered Caitlyn’s hand and smiled, “Is the princess in love?”

The princess leaned her head on Mel’s shoulder, “I want to be.”

“But?”

“I don’t think the prince sees me that way.”

Mel hummed and returned her attention to her scrolls. She broke the seal on a smaller one and rolled it open.

Caitlyn noticed the silence, “What? Do you not have anything to say for me? No wisdom? No words of encouragement?”

You don’t need my words to reveal how the prince so obviously thinks of you.” Mel was frowning, reading about strange creatures being spotted. “Ever the wise princess being willfully blind and foolish.”

Caitlyn sat up, “Ouch. But I supposed I deserve that.” she noticed Mel’s guard went up. Even the gold markings on the mage’s skin began to flicker and glow. “What’s going on? Mel?”

The mage was frowning, “I’m not sure. But it can’t be good." She held up the parchment. “I need to have Powder translate this for us.”

Perhaps the princess was falling in love.

Or Caitlyn was trying everything in her power not to. Not when she sees the way Vi jokes with the knights, smiles with the handmaidens, and has secrets with the gardeners. All this effort to be liked by everyone else except the princess.

Caitlyn was sitting next to Vi at dinner. Though she hardly touched her food. Using her chopsticks to move the meats around the broth. Vi had gotten better at using them. Slurping up her noodles and drinking the spicy broth. The princess was nervous around her husband, and she hated it because she wanted to feel relaxed. 

Something that came so natural with Prince Vi.

In the Great Hall, it was empty this evening. The queen and king already had their share of supper and retired for the evening. While the princess and her prince consort were late, having needed to bathe from their day’s events. 

“How’s your meal, husband?” Caitlyn asked, reaching over to place her hand on Vi’s muscular thigh.

The prince jumped at the question. Cheeks flushed with the winter’s burn. Vi weakly smiled, “It was fun.” sounding distracted by something else. 

Of course. Caitlyn returned her attention to her meal. Keeping her hand on Vi’s lap. Needing to try to keep love, or the potential of love in this marriage. 7 hells will freeze over before Caitlyn gives up. 

“Good. I’m glad you had your fun jousting.” Caitlyn tried to keep the conversation going. Even going far as rubbing Vi’s leg. Squeezing it lovingly. “You’re a really great rider, Vi.”

“Mhm,” Vi audibly swallowed her meal. Cheeks turning more red by the second.

This confused Caitlyn. But she stopped trying. Instead, focusing on her unfinished meal. Caitlyn lifted her chopsticks, ready to take a hearty bite when something bumped her hand. The material of the prince’s pants moved. Caitlyn moved her hand over it, not hearing the muffled moan from Vi. 

Curious, Caitlyn leaned back and looked down at her husband’s lap. Eyes bulging at—well, her husband’s very obvious bulge. She was cupping the head of Vi’s cock. “Oh,” she breathed out. She moved her hand higher, ashamed. 

Vi looked embarrassed. “Sorry. It’s been a while and when you touched me like that—well, I liked it.”

“Really?” Caitlyn tried so hard not to show her excitement. She hesitated to lower her hand, wanting to grab it. “It’s not weird?”

Vi weakly shrugged, “I don’t know. It feels weird for me because—you’re just being so sweet and I’m getting an erection from it.”

Caitlyn removed her hand completely. Needing to be the discerning one. “Well, how about this? We finish our dinner, then we can try again?”

The intensity of Vi’s stare caused Caitlyn to throb between her legs. Oh. That’s… new.

Vi pushed her bowl away, “I’m done eating.” she declared. 

Caitlyn wanted to laugh at the silliness if she wasn’t just as eager. Gods, is this love?

Once they returned to their room, Caitlyn and Vi were suddenly shy. 

As though they haven’t fucked or been trying for a baby for the past few weeks. Caitlyn meekly reached for her corset. “We can have sex now.”

Vi’s movements were just as rigid. Boner was still present as she pushed down her pants. Caitlyn's cheeks burned with desire and—something else. “Lay down.” she softly commanded, needing to feel in charge.

Once the prince was naked, Vi crawled onto the bed. Adjusting the pillows how she prefers them. Vi laid on her back and waited.

Caitlyn was watching her the whole time. Finally taking the time to see her husband’s body. From the strength behind Vi’s arms, the power in Vi’s legs, and even the pulse of life in Vi’s erection—her husband was beautiful. Handsome. Hard in all the right places. Definitely harder in one specific area currently. 

Caitlyn crawled up Vi’s body, straddling her husband’s hips and reached for her cock. “Is this okay?”

Vi was watching Caitlyn’s move pump her dick. “Ungh, yesssss.”

Caitlyn looked between their bodies. She’s never like the thought of penises. Using them for one purpose only, but now as Caitlyn caressed Vi’s cock. Feeling the blood pump rapidly, keeping it at attention for Caitlyn’s pleasure and entertainment—Caitlyn wondered what it tasted like. Vi’s licked and eaten everything the princess released. But it was something that Vi eagerly wanted. 

One day. Caitlyn thought while she lifted her hips and angled Vi’s dick. One day I’ll pleasure my husband the way she deserves.

Vi’s expression was instant relief. “Caitlyn, oh my god, you always feel so good.” She rubbed Caitlyn’s waist in encouragement.

Caitlyn closed her eyes, still surprised every time with Vi’s sheer girth. “Oh!”

In… love?

Vi used her words and hands as guidance for the princess. “Like this. Yesss!” As though the prince wanted romance out of this evening.

If Vi wanted to, she would. Caitlyn thought while idly rocking her hips. 

If the prince wanted romance in their marriage, then Vi would’ve put in the effort. Just as Caitlyn has been trying. Just as the princess has been dreaming about since as long as she can remember. The princess was always going to have an arranged marriage. Caitlyn just hoped it was someone she could fall in love with. Someone who shared her dreams for peace, lack of appetites for fighting, had the political ingenuity for—for—

“Ah!” The prince moaned, surprising Caitlyn. “Caitlyn—oh fuuuck !”

Though the princess ignored the way Vi’s hands tightened around her thighs. Making those loud and strange noises again. Tears formed in Caitlyn’s eyes. Not from sadness, but the motion of Vi’s girth greedily rubbing her walls. Leaving nothing untouched. And gods was the prince greedy for attention. Caitlyn rocked her hips faster, finally opening her eyes to glance down at her husband. Vi was so unfortunately handsome. And those pathetic grunts and whimpers and gasps only made this that much sexier for the princess. 

Me, Caitlyn thought, locking gazes with Vi. Making you squirm. Making you crave me.

Nothing beyond these walls can make Vi feel the way Caitlyn’s pussy was gripping her cock. The princess knew it. As well as Vi.

Vi’s mouth opened, now squeezed Caitlyn’s hips. Keeping her there to guide Caitlyn’s thrusts. “Cait—” the prince gasped. “Caitlyn! I’m gonna— oh my god —oh fuck, oh fuck! ”

Caitlyn closed her eyes again. Hating how her heart craved what Vi wasn’t ready to give. “Vi,” Bracing her hands on Vi’s chest, Caitlyn forcefully thrusts her hips down hard. 

Enjoying the new sounds it elicited from Vi. The prince was now handling Caitlyn roughly. Fingers digging into Caitlyn’s plump ass. Gripping the fatty tissue to bring the princess down harder and harder. 

Caitlyn was panting, trying to keep up. “Oh, Vi!”

“I’m coming!” Vi whimpered,

Tears finally spilled, just as the prince spilled inside Caitlyn. Vi yanked Caitlyn into a deep kiss. One Caitlyn poured her soul into. Caitlyn bucked her hips, needing to feel connected to her husband now more than ever.

When Vi used her tongue, opening her mouth to deepen the kiss, Caitlyn came. 

Caitlyn’s entire body was vibrating from the intensity of it. “Unnngh!”

And Vi caught it all. Grinning softly, feeling the princess clench around her dick. “Yeah, Caitlyn… milk me like that.” Vi grabbed Caitlyn’s waist, humping upward, “Oh fuck,”

Caitlyn hid her face in the crook of Vi’s neck.

At least this time, no one was in a rush to leave.

Vi was nearly snoring, pillow covering her lap while Caitlyn was sitting up. Leaning against the headboard. Appearing pensive, lost in her throughs. 

Vi yawned, leaning over to hug Caitlyn’s waist, kissing her naked hip, “What are you thinking about?”

Caitlyn wanted to pull away. Not quite ready for faux romanticism. She was chewing her lip, “What does it feel like?”

Vi opened her eyes, glancing up, “Being inside you?”

“No,” Caitlyn looked down, “Killing someone.”

Vi froze, “Oh. Um—,” she tried thinking about it. “I don’t know. I guess I don’t—I’ve never felt anything, or thought about it.”

“Hm,” Caitlyn slowly nodded, leaning away to reach for their wine cups she had Roann bring them. She handed Vi a cup. “So all those nights you snuck out of the castle to be away from me—,”

Vi sat up, taking the cup.

Caitlyn’s tone was dry and empty like her expression. “... you felt nothing.”

Vi blinked. She sipped the wine and sighed, “Do you always make up scenarios about me, when you can just ask me?”

“I just want to know what so exciting about a tavern that you feigned sickness to be away from me.”

Vi blew out a puff of air, “Okay, that was shitty of me. But I swear it had nothing to do with running away from you!”

“What was it then?”

“I felt caged in this castle. Zaun is literally a broken down stronghold. So we have the freedom to explore the lands.” Vi reached over and caressed Caitlyn’s thigh. Similarly to what the princess had done to cause Vi’s erection. “I like you, cupcake.”

“Cupcake?” Caitlyn frowned at the nickname, 

Vi smirked, “Because you’re so sweet. Like a sweet cream stuffed pastry?”

“Ugh,” Caitlyn rolled her eyes, but smiled—unfortunately. “I want to be angry with you and you can still make me smile.”

The prince perked up at that, “So you must like me if I can get you to smile when you’re pissed.”

“I do like you.” Caitlyn muttered, “Unfortunately. And I’m clearly the only one worried about your safety when you leave the wall.”

“There’s nothing to be afraid of. I can fight.”

“Oh yes, marvelously while being in a chokehold until I showed up.”

Vi was grinning over the lip of the cup, “I normally prefer you tight but you really should relax.”

An easy going reaction that clearly vexed Caitlyn. The princess was turning red, “You think this is so funny, don’t you? Me sitting here worrying about you? If you’ve found your second lover—”

“I would never.” Vi tried.

“...or you could be split open the second you cross Mel’s protective barrier.”

“Then come with me next time,” Vi smoothly offered.

“...or even—,” Caitlyn’s words caught in her throat. “W-what?” She glared at Vi, wondering if she heard her husband right. “Come with you? Out there? Have you gone mad?”

“Staying inside these walls all day, everyday?” Vi looked around Caitlyn’s large rose room, “Maybe. So come with me.” In one swift move, Vi was kneeling in front of Caitlyn. “You want adventure? Well, you married the most adventurous warrior from the Hounds. We’ll just travel to the other side of the mountain, check for any outposts that would host Noxian spies, and come back home before the end of the week.”

Caitlyn appeared nervous at the end, while also toying with it. “Vi—” she sharply inhaled when large warm hands cupped her face, urging her to look up.

Vi was grinning, “And if it’s sooo dangerous as you say, then bring your bow. I’ve seen that calculated shot you took with Sevika. It was alright enough.” 

“I’m an excellent shot,” the princess weakly defended, melting to Vi’s horrible ideas.

Vi smirked, “If you say so.” She lowered her hand, but not before trailing it down Caitlyn’s arm, “And when we return home we can try making love as husband and wife. Not just a breeding dungeon for House Kiramman.”

Caitlyn swallowed thickly. She nodded curtly. “Do you mean that?” Her voice was small and filled with hope. 

Vi nodded. “What we just shared tonight felt incredible. And I know it’s because we’re trying to be friends as well. So come with me.” She placed her hand on Caitlyn’s knees, slowly pushing them apart.

Caitlyn suddenly remembered their nudity. “Vi,” she warned, weakly.

Vi was smirking still, “One snack to-go?”

Caitlyn swallowed hard and nodded, “Alright.”

The giddiness was strange, but Vi smoothly settled between Caitlyn’s legs, instantly opening her mouth to taste the leftovers from earlier.

Caitlyn closed her eyes, “Oh, Vi,”

Later that night, Vi landed on her feet, pulling up her hood before reaching up to catch Caitlyn. But the princess landed on her feet next to her. 

The prince appeared skeptical, “You’ve done this before.” she accused.

This time, it was Caitlyn who smirked, “I was a princess living behind these walls. I knew how to get in and out.”

“And sneak lovers to your tower?” Vi jested.

Caitlyn rolled her eyes, “Slow down, Ser Greedy. I’m a lady.”

Vi held out her hand, but Caitlyn ignored it, choosing to look around the homesteads surrounding Piltover, then nothing. “Ready for adventure?”

Caitlyn nodded, “Just to the other side of the mountain?”

“Yup.”

“Then let’s go.”

Chapter Text

2 days earlier,

Freedom was the taste of exhaustion as Vi and Caitlyn ran away from the castle walls. Far past the common folk’s village, down the hills towards the spaced taverns, and into the black night. Breathing in autumn and exhaling winter, the princess and her husband giggled like children escaping their strict parents. Both dressed as rogue traveler’s, minus Caitlyn’s hidden silks, they were eager to get out of Piltover’s view.

Vi was faster, though Caitlyn had effortless glides.

Keeping up with Vi for now, though the princess had never needed to run to have as much endurance. Vi jumped over logs, ducked past low tree branches, and even skidded over loose gravel. And the prince couldn’t have been happier. She laughed aloud and howled like a wolf, earning a loud ‘Shush!’ from Caitlyn. The warrior of Zaun slowed her strides, running up the pathways that led to the trails. Vi couldn’t wipe the smile off her face if she wanted. Once in the open air, Vi pulled off her hood, closed her eyes and inhaled: slowly and filled with purpose.

Vi sighed, “You smell that?” she whispered in blissful content. “That’s the smell of adventure.”

Not hearing a reply… nor the pompous strides of one Princess Kiramman, Vi looked over her shoulder and chuckled. “You good back there?”

Caitlyn was gasping for breath, shaking her head and holding up a finger, “You could’ve—” * gasp* “...at least—” * wheeze* “...waited for me! These trails are rough without a mount.”

Vi kept her smile but quickly jogged back to help her wife, “I’m sorry. Did you want me to drop on all fours and carry you across the mountain?”

Caitlyn’s countenance was annoyance, “If it means you’ll stay put? Yes.”

Vi’s expressions softened, just so. “I’m sorry. I was just excited to be out of the castle.”

“A hound, indeed,” Caitlyn commented, still breathless, but sounding normal. She looked around the darkened roads and frowned, “I’ve never been out here past dark. Especially without a guard or knight or anything.” Caitlyn hugged her cloak tighter, “I feel exposed out here.”

Vi looked at the kingdom’s lights below the small hill they stood on. The hound would give it to Piltover for making even nighttime look beautiful. The prince thought of Caitlyn’s words, “Well, I can honestly say you’ll be safe with me.”

Caitlyn arched her brow, “I believe you, though I still brought my bow.” she motioned to the large neck poking behind her cloak. 

Vi held out her hand, “Ready for our trip?”

Caitlyn looked at Vi’s hand and frowned, “What are you doing?”

The prince was now confused, “I don’t know, helping you I guess?”

Caitlyn just turned towards the pathway and nodded, “I can walk on my own. My legs work.”

Vi eyed those long limbs, “Yes they do. Especially when they’re ankle-locked behind my neck.”

“Oh Vi,” The princess huffed, though grinned, “I suppose I should get used to your wild sense of humor. Since we’re married and all.”

For what it was worth, Vi had the decency to cringe at her own words, “No. You’re right. Tongue-tied like the pirates and gamblers ‘round these parts isn’t royalty. I’m in the presence of a lady,” Vi placed a hand over her heart, “And I should respect your honor and diplomacy.” The prince bowed her head in earnest.

Caitlyn rolled her eyes, “Okay, now you’re doing too much.”

Vi quickly straightened up, “Yeah, fuck that.” She held out her hand once again, “Come on. Let’s at least make it to the Quarter Point tavern to settle in for the night.”

“A tavern?” Caitlyn absentmindedly accepted her husband’s hand, allowing herself to be gently tugged along. “To sleep in for the night? Why?”

Vi tightened her grip, “Well, unless you wanna rough it up under a bush or a tree, I guess we can—”

“Tavern sounds great.” Caitlyn sighed.

It was strange at first, traveling with each other with little interactions.

As though their status and uniformed behaviors were the sheer cause of their ruthless banter. The calm of night was their only traveling companion, and it was peaceful for both. Vi was still on alert, hating to walk on the roads, while Caitlyn was blissfully unaware of the potential danger. A fawn in the jaws of a hound, willing wandering deeper into its lair. Neither spoke of the chill. Caitlyn never mentioned the feeling of being watched, and Vi never pointed out the silence of the woods. 

Instead, the princess and her husband hiked in complete silence.

“I heard a noise,” Caitlyn whispered, tugging Vi closer. “Over there.”

Well, nearly in complete silence.

“Ignore it,” Vi would quicken their strides until they were away from the source. “Most likely critters crawling in for the night. I see light up ahead. We’re at the tavern anyway.”

From the rugged terrain to the near perfect roads just outside the tavern, Caitlyn was in awe at the grotesque appearance. Like a witch’s hut placed in the middle of the thinned out woods. Still near the base of the mountain and they’ve been traveling for hours, the princess wasn’t used to walking for so long.

“Let’s go.” Vi ushered Caitlyn inside.

Hinges groaned and whined with overuse as two strangers entered the tavern.

An outsider's post, more like. A woman sat at a corner, drowning in boredom with her horrible ale and stale bread. She perked up when someone new actually came. Already blended in the shadows with her heavy cloak and hood pulled up, the woman was able to relax. The rogue entered first. Broad shoulders clearing a doorway while the ranger quickly followed. Needing to duck just slightly to enter. The ranger’s cloak was far too clean to be a true one. And gold speaks every language. 

Even the language of walks and silence. 

The woman smiled. You came to me, Princess. How fun.

Vi dropped a few coins onto the counter, “We’ll take a room.” she lowered her voice to sound like a man. 

Caitlyn stood next to her, keeping her face covered with her scarf.

The large man behind the bar reminded Vi of Vander, though without the constant worry and frown. He looked at them strangely and sighed, “Then take a fucking room, lads.” He snarled, grabbing his cup of ale and headed to a table. “This ain’t a queen’s parlor.” He pointed towards the stairs. “Help yerselves.”

He disappeared in the backroom and slammed the door shut.

Caitlyn raised her brows, “Oh. On the house, I suppose.” she whispered.

Vi sent her a look and grinned.

There were only 4 rooms upstairs.

The hall was short and narrow, barely fitting a full grown man, let alone two people at once. Vi and Caitlyn could hear the first 2 rooms were occupied while the third one was locked. Vi pulled out her knife and reached for the handle of the fourth room.

The princess noticed and smirked, “What’s that for? Holding the occupants at blade-point for a chance to a bed?”

The prince chuckled, “Maybe,” Vi turned the knob and cheered, “Yay, It’s open!”

“But is it empty?” Caitlyn pointed out.

“Guess we’ll see.” 

It was empty. And very… clean. At least to Caitlyn’s surprise. The room was small. Very small. Only having a wardrobe and a small table with an unlit oil lamp. There was only one bed (😏). But they were married so it didn’t bother either of them.

What did bother them was—

“Where’s the bedding?” Caitlyn asked, eyeing the empty bed frame. No mattress, no blankets, no nothing. “What do you propose we sleep on?” She carefully removed her quiver and longbow, setting them against the wall. 

Vi sucked her teeth, hiding an amused laugh, “I can see you don’t travel much. They wash them and put them up here.” She approached the wardrobe and opened it. There were brown sacks of various sizes on the shelves. “Here. Help me with this.”

Caitlyn drew closer, in awe. “Ah. They roll them up?”

“Yup.” Vi grunted as she struggled (just barely) with the larger sack. “Ugh, here’s your bedding, princess. The blankets and pillows are in these.”

Caitlyn appeared so intrigued, “Hm, interesting. To stop the patrons from stealing them?”

Vi shook her head, grinning, “No, Caitlyn. Just to clean them.”

The feathered mattress weighed like rocks, but luckily Vi was as strong as she claimed. Once the bed was rolled out and a few blankets and one pillow decorated the bed, 

Caitlyn dropped onto the mattress, having already kicked off her boots cloak. “I can fall asleep this second.” she mumbled, eyes falling closed to emphasize her fatigue. “We walked so far.”

Vi was removing her cloak and boots, watching her wife get relaxed. She laid down next to Caitlyn and sighed. “Oh god, I got too used to your fluff. This hurts my back.” Vi stretched her arms and rested her hands behind her head. “This is nice though, right? Getting away from it all. Like camping.”

“Mhm,” Caitlyn was curled in a ball, facing Vi, with her eyes still closed. “I feel lumps in the mattress.”

Vi grinned. “You’re welcome to use me as a bed.” she quipped. 

Caitlyn hummed, “I just might,” she mumbled, as though already half asleep. Eyes shut, hugging the only pillow. 

The prince watched her for a moment. Taking in the quiet moment without the invisible pressures of needing to drop her pants and begin fertilizing Caitlyn’s gardens. No. Tonight it was just them. Vi’s attention fell on Caitlyn’s flawless skin. Even without makeup, bold colors and powders, Caitlyn was beautiful. Breathtakingly gorgeous. Vi shifted just slightly, getting a better look. 

Caitlyn had the kind of natural beauty young girls would only read about in books. And Vi was fortunate enough to be privileged to not only be married to such a treasure, but also—make love. 

Vi licked her lips and reached forward, brushing a strand of hair away from Caitlyn’s face. Now able to see the tiniest freckles that decorated cheeks and a nose bridge. Not as prominent as Vi’s, but they were there. 

Caitlyn blinked her eyes open, too tired to make an expression. “Yes?”

Vi scoots closer, still resting on her back and pats her chest, “Come here,”

Without argument, Caitlyn shifted her comfort. Sliding a hand over Vi’s stomach up to her chest and scooting closer as well. Cuddling up to her husband. The princess plopped her head on Vi’s chest and nearly melted into the embrace.

Vi noticed. The edges of her lips quirked up, “Better?”

“Mhm,” Caitlyn exhaled, “Much.” She sighed as Vi began running her fingers through her hair. “This is nice. Just us. The world at our fingertips.” She glanced up, “Thank you.”

Vi arched her brow, “You’re welcome?”

Caitlyn chuckled breathlessly, “I’m being serious. I’ve never been able to escape Ser Leona—it was Ser Garen at first. I would run away from him, but it always just to the other side of the kingdom. Never out of its walls.” She began picking at Vi’s scarf and visible tunic. “I was never brave enough to defy my mother so—boldly.”

“And look at you now.” Vi whispered, hugging Caitlyn just a little tighter. “Ratting it up with a Zaunite.”

“My husband,” Caitlyn corrected. “And gosh,” she hid her face in Vi’s chest, “I can’t even imagine the fallout of this adventure. I better return with a visible pregnancy bump or—”

“Why is your mother so obsessed with you getting pregnant?” Vi sounded almost angry. Though not at Caitlyn.

Caitlyn glanced up to gauge Vi’s expression, hearing the slight. “It’s my duty.”

Vi wanted to roll her eyes, “Besides that. C’mon, Cait, she’s like worried she’ll drop dead without an heir to the throne.” She rubbed Caitlyn’s back in a soothing manner. “And also, how does she never know about my condition? Sure, I have a dick, but I’m not even sure I’m capable of fathering anyone. Was my father in on it? Mylo’s right there, next in line, no offense.”

Caitlyn barely hid her grimace, “Oh,”

Vi continued, “My condition was seen as a curse when I was a kid. Never one or the other. I never fit in until I had to prove I can still fight. So, did your mother know about it?”

Caitlyn seemed to be thinking about it. “I honestly don’t know.” she grabbed a fistful of Vi’s shirt. “But, for what it’s worth—,”

Vi slowly inhaled, giving Caitlyn her full attention, “Yeah?”

Caitlyn’s cheeks darkened with blush. “You um, use it quite nicely.”

Vi’s now grinning widely, “Oh really?”

The princess licks her lips, feeling suddenly parched. “I have nothing to compare it to. Although the noises you’re able to rip from me—you’re a natural lover, Vi.”

Vi focused on her breathing, needing to be discerning in the way her body and mind reacted to the honest revelation. 

Although… Caitlyn was already leaning up.

Vi held her breath for a moment.

When Caitlyn’s lips brushed her own, the princess pulled away. Cheeks still flushed. “Sorry. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

The prince swallowed thickly, “Shouldn’t have kissed me? Your husband?”

Caitlyn shook her head, “Our relationship is unraveling in a descending order. We never got to meet by chance, create a queer friendship. Sneak in and out of our castles to kiss… or fall in love like normal people.”  Once again, picking at Vi’s tunic and loose threads. Pushing the material around as though wanting to rip it open. “We never got to court properly.”

Vi noticed. “We can do that now. But—you’ll have to tell me what it is.”

Caitlyn smiled, “Tell you how to court me? You’re sort of doing it now.”

“Yeah?” Vi breathed, “Correct me if I do things wrong. We don’t have that back in Zaun. Well, maybe. But it’s just dating. Having dinner, hunting for your future lady. Making her laugh at your horrible jokes, take her to bed, meet the family—”

“I’ve met your family.” Caitlyn whispered, “Powder’s a marvelous headstrong young woman.”

“And the rest of us Hounds?”

The princess glanced up, “Well,”

Vi took her cue, cupping Caitlyn’s jaw and pulling her in. Smashing their mouths together in a heated kiss.

Caitlyn sighed in relief. Melting into the kiss. “Finally,” Caitlyn accidentally whispered aloud.

Vi smiled against Caitlyn’s lips, “I forgot you always need me to make the first move.”

“A gentleman always should.” Caitlyn gasped into Vi’s mouth, now more awake than fatigued. 

Caitlyn stretched out, sliding her left leg over Vi’s, slowly mounting Vi’s waist. Feeling the knot of approval between her legs. She squeezed her thighs together, keeping Vi trapped. Though the prince was clearly where she wanted to be. Vi sat up to help Caitlyn unbutton and remove her tunic; then reached for Caitlyn’s. Which was much more complicated. Caitlyn scolded Vi several times.

This is 100% Ionian, do not rip this top!

Vi’s mouth kissed and licked all the available skin. Both topless. Naked from the waist up—Caitlyn gradually rocked her hips. Pressing herself firmly on Vi. Feeling the shaft rub just right. 

It burned her with pleasure.

Vi moaned, “This already feels so much better.” she was gasping for air and a solid hold on Caitlyn’s hips when the princess quickened her pace, “Yessss, like that.” Dropping her head onto the hard pillow, eyes going nearly cross-eyed. “Cait—,”

“Uh huh—ah!” Caitlyn was panting, rubbing herself on Vi’s erection more firmly than before. Dry humping away the pleasures. Whimpering when Vi’s lips trailed down her chin and neck. “Vi!” The princess squealed as Vi flipped them over, “Ow—,”

The lumps.

Vi grimaced, “Shit, I’m sorry.”

But Caitlyn didn’t care, “Don’t apologize. You’re busy.”

Vi laughed, sitting up to rip off Caitlyn’s pants and undergarments. Though she shied away from Caitlyn’s touch when her wife reached for her pants, “Wait, you don’t have to.”

Completely naked on a strange bed away from home, Caitlyn felt more vulnerable from the strange look Vi was giving her. “What do you mean?”

Vi audibly swallowed, “Sorry, it’s just… I know you don’t like it.” she motioned towards her dick, “I can use my mouth instead.”

Caitlyn frowned, hugging herself, “I never hated it. I never said that so what gave you that impression?”

Vi shrugged, toying with the knot of her pants, “I don’t know. I guess I’m just… giving you an out from it. Aren’t you only into the fairer sex? So I’ve heard.”

“Vi,” Caitlyn was careful with her tone, “You’ve done so much to me with it already. We’re married, you’ll be giving me all of you for the rest of our lives. And you are a woman… just with extra equipment.” She reached up to cup Vi’s cheek, “And I want it. Now, preferably.” She leaned in, kissing the corner of Vi’s mouth, “I want you to destroy me with it.”

Vi growled, “Caitlyn,” quickly reaching down to untie her pants. She kicked them off and grinned almost shyly. “Where were we?”

Caitlyn was laying down, laughing, “Here. Come here. Or do I have to finish it myself?”

Vi pounced on her. They fumbled around a bit. It was a smaller bed so they didn’t have the same room as Caitlyn’s. And they both have long limbs to work with. There was still an awkwardness to their approach. They kissed. They never kiss like this. And perhaps they both realized it. Vi slowed their kisses from deep aggressive and dominant duals to this calm. No tongue, just sliding their lips over each other’s. 

“Do you like this?” Vi asked, 

Caitlyn nodded, “I do.” she whispered. She reached between them, grabbing Vi’s girth to pump it a couple of times.

Vi whimpered, mouth opening. Then Caitlyn did that thing again. “Whoa whoa whoa, wait, you actually don’t have to do that.”

Caitlyn sat up, letting go. “Sorry, does it hurt when I do that?”

“No, no.” Vi leaned back and grabbed herself, showing Caitlyn. “It’s fine, it’s just—I may have reacted too strongly the first time you did it.”

“Oh I see.” Caitlyn slowly nodded, thinking, “We really… don’t know how to pleasure each other do we? Outside of, well, you know. A chore to get pregnant.”

Vi shook her head, “It always feels great with you. Trust me. You feel incredible inside and out.”

Caitlyn rested on the pillow and sighed. “And here I just wanted to be your cream filled pastry.”

Vi’s mouth fell open. She slowly smiled. “I can give you that, princess.” She angles the tip of her cock at Caitlyn’s entrance and watches herself disappear inside. “Oh my god,” It never gets old.

Caitlyn moaned with every movement. She gasped once their hips met. Pressing both of her hands on Vi’s chest to steady herself. “Whoa, don’t stop—keep going!”

Since Vi can now last a little bit longer each time, she starts off with quick short thrusts. Eyes rolling back, “Gods,”

They tried various positions. Nothing too fancy with their limited space, even with Caitlyn on her hands and knees. Vi tries it slow. They don’t quite make love, but it was exciting to have this moment away from handmaiden’s eavesdropping or knights standing guard. Vi huffs while she thrusts, finally taking a moment to feel her wife. And not just inside, but the way this makes her heart feel. Vi’s almost saddened by the fact that… she loves this a little too much. Has too much affection for Caitlyn that was pent up.

Caitlyn hides her face, muffling her moans, while Vi leans down to kiss the back of her neck. At the back of Vi’s mind her thoughts are open and raw, 

I can love you like this, Vi thinks while spilling inside her wife, praying hoping she’s actually able to get Caitlyn pregnant. But maybe I already do.

“We’re going in there ?” Caitlyn asks, unsure of their travels already.

Nearly a full day and a half hiking the trails that lead them around the mountain separating Noxus and Zaun, they stopped for a breather. 

Vi said she found a “shortcut”. 

The tall tree line appeared to reach the skyline. Scraping the bottom of clouds as well. The road was behind them, leading away from this strange and dark forest. 

“Yeah. Should cut our journey by a day or two. Just a straight shot over the mountain.” Vi shouldered a bag of food she bought (stole) from the tavern the other day. 

Caitlyn tightened the scarf around her, the last time they were intimate. Although it’s hard to drop trousers and fuck against a tree unless Caitlyn didn’t mind being breeded like a true hound. But no, she wanted romance. Craved affection in the gentlest forms. And she deserves it as well. 

Vi seemed content without it.

“I don’t know,” Caitlyn began, quietly, “If this forest was safe for travelers then wouldn’t the road cut through?”

“You’d think so.” Vi picked up a rock and threw it. “It’s just a forest, Caitlyn. Worst thing inside are bears, which are hibernating these months.”

“Or wolves.” Caitlyn pointed out.

Vi smirked, “Good thing you’re with a wild hound.”

“Or sprites.” Caitlyn continued naming, “Trolls, the one-eyed flesh eating ones. As well as the tree elves which can out shoot me.” she motioned to her bow.

Vi blinked, 

“...and dragons.” Caitlyn added for good measure. Even nodding firmly. “The long ways are the safe way.”

Vi shifted where she stood, “Okay, dragons are extinct and we’ll get back to those trolls. But what the hell are sprites?”

The princess glared, “Ancient fairies that both our kingdoms nearly lost a war against. They’re dangerous.”

Vi was amused, “Fairies nearly wiped us out?” She held up her thumb and finger, “Those tiny ass things?”

“Well, they use nature against us, then yes. They can kill us.”

Vi slowly inhaled, “Okay, how about we just—”

“Unless you’re going to say we’re taking the roads and nothing else, I don’t want to hear it.”

Vi pressed her lips into a thin line. She kicked the dirt, “Don’t you wanna make it back home on time?”

“Alive and in one piece? Of course.”

Vi rubbed her neck and scowled. 

Caitlyn began walking back towards the road, forcing Vi to jog to catch up. “Hey, my future queen, there’s something you’re not telling me about this dangerous forest, huh?”

Caitlyn glances at Vi from the corner of her eyes, “An old tale we were told as children.”

Vi laughed, “I knew it.” She bumped her hip into Caitlyn’s, “Wanna tell me what we almost died from?”

The princess sighed, “There’s this tale of a powerful mage. He hid from a great king and created the forest.”

“That’s it?”

“The forest can appear like any other, but in reality, it was a portal to like this nether world. A Void. Once trapped inside, there’s no way out. Unless that mage releases you.” Caitlyn pointed to the forest. “That forest is new. Give or take a generation or two. But wanderer’s have traveled through this exact forest hoping to cut their journey in half, only to never return.”

Vi hums, “Interesting. If it were true. Sounds like a ridiculous way to keep highborns in their rooms.”

 Cailtyn laughs, “If only that were the case.”

Vi frowns, “There’s no way that’s true though. I’ve never heard of it.”

“Perhaps Zaun knows best.”

“We do.”

Vi makes a makeshift shelter at the edge of the woods near the top of the mountain, “Almost halfway there.”

Caitlyn resting on a bed of leaves, thanks to her husband for wrestling a small tree for comfort. She was tired, but she didn’t want to lay down. “We’re close to the forest.”

Vi kissed her cheek, “We’ll be fine.” She laid down next to Caitlyn, “If a sprite tries to take you from me, it’s on sight.”

Caitlyn was watching the woods wake up as the sun set. 

She nearly laid on top of Vi, hugging her close. 

Causing Vi to grin. But when she noticed Caitlyn’s fear, Vi instantly grew serious. “Okay, this is really bothering you, huh?”

“Yes,” Caitlyn almost snapped. But they were still far away from the woods. She rested on Vi’s chest, “I almost hope you’re right and it’s nothing. And my mother is a grave story-teller to keep me inside the walls.”

Vi rubbed Caitlyn’s back, lulling her to sleep. “I’ll stay awake until your breathing evens out. Okay?”

Caitlyn mumbled under her breath. Too tired to fight sleep.

There’s nothing like a good “fuck you” than waking up with a knife to her throat, but for Vi—it was a ‘good morning.’ 

She doesn’t know what kind of weaponry these “sprites” use, but the prince was eager for a good fight.

Vi blinks awake, but she frowns at the face she sees, “Oh shit,”

Mel is cloaked while holding a knife to Vi’s throat, “Running away are you?”

Vi smirked while she yawned and stretched, “Hardly. Where I’m from, consider this our honeymoon.”

Caitlyn slowly wakes up, “Powder?”

“No, princess, it’s me. Mel.” Mel looks pissed, her eyes are glowing a soft red before blinking the magic away. She closes her hands into fists. “You shouldn’t be all the way out here. Your mother—well, you don’t wanna know what your mother thinks of this.”

Caitlyn slowly sat up, “Oh gods, is she mad?”

“That’s putting it lightly.” Mel nodded towards Vi, “Luckily for you, your sister can forge your signature and wrote a letter to your father. Acting as yourself saying you’re traveling for the week.”

Vi raised her brows, “For…?”

“So the queen doesn’t assume you’ve stolen her daughter.”

“We’re married.” Vi argued. 

Mel sighed, “Pack up. Let’s go back home, princess.”

This time, Vi was upset. “Wait, we can’t go back. We’re following a lead. I need to know what they want!”

Mel looked over her shoulder as she backed out of the small hut. “My prince, your bravery is honorable, but this is a deadend. These woods are not safe.”

“I told you.” Caitlyn whispered, following Mel out. 

Vi rubbed her face, groaning in frustration. “Okay, I’ll go by myself then.”

“Where are we?” Caitlyn asks, 

Mel appears worried, “No, look we’re just—” she trails off as she looks around her. Frowning.

Vi finally emerges from the crawl-space, “Look, witch, you’re not going to scare me with your—what the fuuuck?” She slowly stands up. Now noticing they’re in the middle of the woods and not settled at the edge…

Where Vi definitely set up camp. 

Caitlyn reaches for Mel’s arm, “This isn’t where we set up camp last night. Everything’s different. The road! It’s gone!”

“We’re lost.” Mel pointed out, sounding more grounded for herself and the princess. Her hands sparkled with magic, “I can’t feel anything in here.”

“Oh thank the spirits it’s not just me.”

All three women spin around to see Powder standing there with a caged cricket. The young apprentice looked around. “Where did our horses go, Mel?”

Vi eyed the mage, “You brought Powder out here?”

Mel nearly rolled her eyes, “Oh, you mean my apprentice? I needed her help in tracking the princess.”

Mel reached into her pouch and pulled out a metallic device, “Where were you headed, my princess?”

Caitlyn stepped forward, now holding her bow and arrow, cautiously eyeing the trees around them. “I don’t know. An outpost near Noxus?”

Vi nodded. “Yeah, literally just there and back.”

Mel sighed, she faced Powder. “Change of plans.”

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“How’d you find us anyway?” Vi sounded more concerned at the thought of being followed by a mage, who worked hand-in-hand with the queen, than their current whereabouts. “I thought I covered our tracks better than that.”

Still deep in the woods.

The Zaun Prince walked alongside her sister as the Mage and Princess took point in their group. Powder was dressed similar to Caitlyn. A ranger style of pants and cloaks to hide Powder’s most recognizable bright blue hair. Mel must’ve wrapped Powder’s head with silk or bed time bonnet, though a few strands fell through. Vi didn’t have to ask to know how much daggers or hidden deadly elixirs (mostly explosive) Powder had hidden on her person. It was still dawn, sunrise hours behind them, and yet the strange forest kept the daylight out effortlessly. 

It was nearly calming.

“Well, I’m sure you did.” Of course, Powder could see the wild look in her sister’s eyes. Scoping every dark they walked past, second guessing every shadow. Tightening her grip on the sword. “But Mel followed Caitlyn’s scent.”

Vi’s attention snapped to her sister. Nose scrunching, “She followed Caitlyn’s what now? What is she? A witch or a werewolf?”

Powder was trying to hold in a laugh, “Yeah, some kind of spell. Not too sure how it works. You know how mages are.”

“A spell. Right.” Vi blinked rapidly, though her shoulders instantly relaxed their strain. “Dad allowed you to move to Piltover’s to be Golden Mage’s apprentice, and you don’t know how it works?”

“Ah!” Powder was glad her subtle techniques still worked to calm Vi. She held up a bare plant stem, “I guess I know how but not how it works—if that makes sense.” She jumped over a fallen log, “Grinded up some wolfsbane, got creative with a love potion and entrapment elixirs so all Mel had to was her—you know.” Powder waved her hands in that typical mage-like movement, 

Vi was still squinting, keeping her attention on the princess and mage, “Huh, I don’t like how someone can just track my wife like that.”

“I’m sure Mel used something of Caitlyn’s to narrow it down.” Powder giggled, “Judging by her rosy cheeks; the garments may have been freshly worn.”

“Oh. Okay,” Vi was half-listening again, appearing like a hound with her tail between her legs while Mel and Caitlyn were up ahead having an obvious disagreement. 

“...or she used blood or spit.” Powder kept going, enjoying this new quality time with her sister. “Clothing, used bath towels, I dunno. I wanted to test it out. Y’know, see what the Piltover’s princess smells like.”

Vi’s attention resettled on her sister, “What?”

Powder shrugged, “I supposed I could’ve asked you, though I doubt I’d get a clean answer.”

Vi grabbed Powder’s arm, “I can know Caitlyn’s scent? Like a hound?” Grinning like a true mad-Hound. “I can sniff her out like a werewolf?!”

Powder made a face, “I mean, sure? But like, why would yo—”

“Perfect.” Vi jogged to catch up with Mel and Caitlyn, assuming to request to drink the same elixir Mel used to track Caitlyn. 

Powder rolled her eyes, “Oh boy.”

If the shadows had eyes, Mel learned to ignore them hours ago.

The forest, just on the outskirts of Zaun’s last dwindling stronghold, was the final barrier between Piltover and the vast deserts before Noxus. Cassandra assumed the Noxian armadas would take the seas while whatever foot soldiers scout the lands in between. The assassins must be as invisible as thoughts and dreams in these very woods, since more sinister creatures roam them. The tracking elixir Mel had taken was fading, though its lingering effects were efficient in guiding the princess and her husband towards the Noxian stronghold. As Vi says, whoever was peaking around the Kiramman Castle must’ve been from there. 

Mel doubts, though she still approaches the prince’s concerns with caution. 

The princess was singing softly under her breath. An old melody Mel would also sing. The mage watched Caitlyn with a knowing grin. An incantation to release the worries, 

…don’t go wasting your emotion, lay all your love on me. Caitlyn sang, quietly. Keeping her gaze downcast, hands clenched in fists, mind far away from here. 

Most likely on a husband not too far behind them. 

Mel purposely bumped their shoulders, silently letting know Caitlyn wasn’t alone in her thoughts. 

The mage’s vision was a throb of blood-hunt. Since her target was standing just beside her, Mel’s insight elixir amplified everything in the woods. Her fingertips hummed with life, with magic, while her eyes tracked the foreigner’s steps with ease. Of course Vi was right. Though the steps were erratic. Their target leaped everywhere and anywhere. But if their body touched the ground, then Mel would be able to see it, like blood to a hound. 

It wasn’t Mel's duty to face any potential dangers head-on, but to avoid what she must to keep the princess alive. Especially when said princess was burning holes in the side of her head. Mel's eyes faded from golden amber to the forest green hue. She certainly had a mistrust of this strange forest, but now was not the time to question if branches and bushes were surely dancing in the winds or a trickery of sprites.

The mage caught Caitlyn’s eyes once again, though the princess would quickly turn away. Muttering like a scolded child. 

Mel grinned at the ridiculousness. She reached out to hold Caitlyn’s fidgeting hands, “If you think a word of this would find the queen, you’re wrong. I’m loyal to you, my princess.”

The tension in Caitlyn’s shoulders hardly loosened at the assurance, “I believe you. But—what did you even tell my mother about this? Surely she has thoughts about me leaving so suddenly.”

“The truth,” Mel answered, lightly.

Caitlyn’s eyes widened, “Mel—,”

“...that the princess and her husband are on a much needed holiday.” Mel smirked, “You think me a fool to be so daft around the queen? Me? I told her I encouraged you both to travel ahead of me and Powder.”

Caitlyn was still tense. Stiffly holding Mel’s hand as though it were Vi’s: reluctance seeped through their touch. But the lingering elixir gave Mel insight to much more than Caitlyn was willing to admit. 

Mel let go of Caitlyn’s hand and carefully sniffed her own fingers before rubbing them. Caitlyn's scent was brought to the forefront of her mind, swirling in patterns of willful ignorance, a smitten wife, and a worried princess of the queen. “You’re still afraid of something?”

“Of course I am.” Caitlyn appeared put out, wanting to reach out and grab her friend's hand once more. “We’re at war, or will be at war with your mother’s armies and yet my own mother is prioritizing whether or not Vi’s seed has settled. She only sees me as a breeding mare for her lineage, but what about my own!” she hissed, angrily. Shameful and embarrassed. 

“Caitlyn,” The mage slowed her strides, offering more of her attention to the seething princess. “The queen knows you don’t doubt the merits of your birthright. Perhaps Cassandra plans to step down once your daughter is born? Seems more likely. The rush to get you pregnant would answer a few of my theories.”

Caitlyn sighed. “Even so, all I wanted was to spend more time with Vi. Though she’s been more worried about that person she spotted weeks ago. I followed her out here to have some time alone. Perhaps, get Vi to see me as something other than a princess.”

Mel hummed, “As a lover as well?”

Caitlyn pressed her lips into a thin line, “A brave warrior like herself. Vi only sees her role as a protector, a provider, but maybe I can also be those things for her?”

“Don’t let the queen hear those words,” Mel smiled warmly, then her attention snapped to another shadowy corner. “Hm,” actively ignoring it once again.

But Caitlyn noticed, “You sense something here with us, don’t you? Is it a spy? Someone followed us here?”

Mel shook her head, “Bringing attention to it while we’re potentially vulnerable is not very wise.” she whispered,

Caitlyn scowled, “Is that your way of admitting that I cannot fight?”

The mage smirked, “I’m more forward than that, Caitlyn.”

Both women were jolted when Vi popped up between them. The Zaun Prince sent Caitlyn an awkward grin, then shifted her attention to the mage, “You’re a witch, right?”

Caitlyn arched her brow, “Vi,” she scolded,

While Mel slightly narrowed her gaze, “I prefer mage, though any term is valid, I assume.”

“Perfect,” Vi appeared nervous, “Do you have any of that Caitlyn-elixir left? The one you used to track us. So I can smell Caitlyn across these woods? That’d be really helpful, right?”

“You used what to track us?!”

“I may have a few droplets left.”

Mel and Caitlyn answered at the same time. 

Vi offered a sheepish grin, “Can I have some of that?”

Caitlyn was red in the face, “No, Vi. We don’t know what those elixirs can do to us.”

Mel grimaced, “I may have to agree with the princess. It is a delicacy.” She shivered, remembering what ingredients needed to create the spell. “Perhaps another time when you’re in danger? These aren’t elixirs to drink off spite or want, but necessity.”

Vi looked so disappointed, “Yeah, I guess.” 

Caitlyn was still caught up on the elixir portion, holding up her finger. “What exactly did you brew in order to track us?”

Mel briefly glanced at the princess while smirking at Vi, “Nothing too strenuous, princess.”

It wasn’t that the quad was lost in a magical forest, per-se , however Mel hadn’t fully axed the idea.

Though the mage never said a word of this to the princess. Caitlyn could tell Mel was doing her best to keep her preoccupied in leading them towards their final destination, so they could return home quickly. However, their source of light only seemed to dance shadows on the ground, guiding them in circles; or so it felt like. Surrounded by people only meant to protect her:

Mel, the most powerful mage on this side of the black waters, was busy doing what she does best,

Powder was in the back, covering their tracks,

…and Vi was—

“Hey,”

…next to her being a dutiful husband.

Caitlyn slowly drifted her gaze towards the soft voice. To her husband. Her husband. Her husband. Caitlyn’s married to a stranger from the House of Hounds, and yet, she felt so comfortable in Vi’s presence. The cocky prince had her charm and tenacity, certainly. Though this time alone—well, when they were alone allowed Caitlyn to see past Vi’s coy grins, haughty attitude, and overly flirtatious persona.

Vi was a caring gentleman. 

Surely love would follow. Caitlyn feels it already, but what of her husband?

“Are you okay?” Prince Vi’s expression was that of gentle urging, searching Caitlyn’s eyes for signs of any discomfort. “You seem quieter than you normally are.”

Normal.

Has their duty drifted to comfort now?

Caitlyn had to blink several times, assuming she imagined her husband being so… soft with her. Perhaps Vi’s never changed. They did have a beautiful discussion the previous night. 

“I’m fine.” Caitlyn nodded, keeping her attention on the trees and shadows around them. She knows Mel’s worried about their whereabouts, even though Mel keeps Caitlyn in the dark. “Adventures, right? The sole reason we escaped home was to face these foes head-on.”

“That was the plan, yeah.” Vi was watching her though, carefully. Left hand swinging close to Caitlyn’s fisted hand, while loosely gripping her pommel. 

Almost carelessly, but Caitlyn’s seen Vi spar against her best knights. Vi was holding back the sheer onslaught of potential mayhem. Toying with the Kiramman’s warriors. Vi was seen as Zaun’s prince for a reason. That title is never freely given. And now, Caitlyn belongs to such a strong warrior. 

“You seemed more relaxed when we were alone.”

“Was I?” Caitlyn questioned, remembering their tense bickering as though they’ve been married for decades. 

“Oh yeah. You were all blushing and giggles. We had our first decent conversation since your mother announced our wedding,”

“Did we ever have a decent conversation before that?” Caitlyn squinted, trying to remember.

The prince laughed softly, “All I’m saying is, it seems like you enjoyed spending time with me. You were relaxed, soft spoken, calm.” Vi smirked, “Now you look kinda miserable.”

“Or I was good at hiding it before,” Caitlyn quipped, earning a scoff from her husband. 

Caitlyn hummed, “Maybe I did enjoy having you to myself.”

“Hm,” Vi walked closer, looking away to hide a soft smile, “It was nice being away from prying eyes. Back home, or my old home in Zaun, I’m used to being watched. Maybe since those eyes look up to me.”

Caitlyn slowly nodded, “Versus the studious and judgmental gazes from Piltover?”

Vi chuckled, “Something like that, sure.” She ran her finger through her wild hair, “I need a bath soon, huh?”

“Easy. Here.” Vi reached out and laced their fingers together when the terrain became a little rough. “I’m more firm footed.”

“Thank you,” Caitlyn whispered, bashful where her thoughts have strayed. 

Vi returned her smile with ease.

Caitlyn smiled to herself, looking over Vi’s overgrown wolfcut appearing shaggier yet more handsome. The rugged look did wonders for Vi. The Zaun prince was truly a beautiful fighter. The romance novels Caitlyn read in her youth couldn’t have described anyone as handsome as Vi. Perhaps the sculptures of their many deities in the Great Sept of Janna could compare. Though Vi resembled the devil more than the other. Caitlyn felt a warmth in her gut as she dwells on just how devilish Vi can behave. The vile serpent between Vi’s legs was nothing short of giving into temptation; the most damning kind as well. 

Vi’s arrogance was attractive, give the appropriate occasion. But Vi’s wit was stunningly vulgar and strange. Though  it kept Caitlyn interested. 

Caitlyn looked down at their clasped hands. Something that was so simple yet so foreign to the princess. Hand holding. Huh. Caitlyn doesn’t have small hands in the slightest. Her height filled out everywhere and yet Vi’s hands easily covered her own. Like when Mel holds hands with Lord Talis. Petite. Small in Vi’s. They were warm and soft. Surely any woman who got the chance to spend time with Vi would have noticed. 

Now the princess was wondering just how much women from Zaun noticed. Caitlyn had to suppress the bile rising to the surface at the thought of women running their fingers through Vi’s hair, her husband’s hands, or even on Vi’s—

“Ugh,” Caitlyn pulled her hand away. “Mel’s calling us. Come on.”

Vi frowned, “Yeah. Are you okay?”

“Fine,” Was Caitlyn’s short reply. 

Vi wasn’t accepting that. “Are you sure? You seem… mad at me. Did I do something wrong?” 

No you didn’t. 

Caitlyn had to internally scold herself. Glancing away to avoid Vi’s worried expression. 

How do I get myself worked up over an imaginary situation I made up?!

“I’m not mad at you,” Caitlyn quickly assured. “Now, come on.”

Vi raised her brows and slowly nodded. “...ok.”

Caitlyn jogged to catch up with Mel. 

Vi noticed they were approaching the edge of the forest, but—, “That’s not right.”

“Now, I’m no navigator,” Powder slowly began, “...buuut aren’t we supposed to be days from this ?”

Mel and Caitlyn stood at the cleft of the mountain drop. Both having their arms crossed studying the scene before them with perplexed expressions. “We certainly were,” Mel mumbled. 

Vi was kneeling at the edge of the small cliffside, mentally counting the number of Noxian guards leaving the mini village. Focus now narrow and sharp. “Most are genuine travelers.” She glanced up at Caitlyn, “What do you think? Grab a drink and have a look around?”

The four travelers were all stunned to see a Noxian stronghold that doubled as a tavern just outside woods. Well past the tavern Vi initially wanted to visit. Their original plan was to visit and see if the stranger was present. Might as well go forward.

Mel turned, glaring at the dark forest behind them. “I don’t know. We may need to replan a route back home. Avoiding these woods would be best.”

Caitlyn shook her head, “That would extend our time away by days. Weeks, depending on weather.”

“Well, you should’ve thought of that before sneaking out.”

Mel faced her traveling companions. “Alright, listen up.” Three pairs of eyes all fell on the mage. Expectantly awaiting orders. The mage sighed, “Whoever Vi saw could be here. It’s best to bring back good news to our Lord Commander.”

“And if it’s nothing?” Powder asked,

“No news is good news, Pow,” Vi pulled up her cloak. “Just gotta make sure we don’t stand out.”

Mel nodded, “That means leaving behind everything of Piltover.”

Vi balked, blinking rapidly. “Like my sword?”

“No.” Mel shook her head, “Caitlyn’s bow and quiver has Kiramman insignia on them.”

Caitlyn didn’t like this. “No. My mother gifted me this bow. I can wait here?” She offered, “I’m more help from a distance anyway.”

“No.” Mel and Vi immediately shot that idea down.

Causing the princess to scowl. “Fine.” She removed her weapons, reluctantly, and placed them in a brush, “We have to come back here to retrieve them.”

Mel was watching her, “Of course,”

Caitlyn, don’t speak or they’ll recognize your accent.

Powder, keep your head down.

Vi, behave.

Were the final instructions Mel gave the women as they were now on the ground. Vi had given Caitlyn a spar scarf to wrap around her lower face, leaving only her Ionian eyes visible. Caitlyn pulled her hood further over her head, nearly shielding her eyes completely as well. 

“Follow me,” Mel took the lead inside the lively outpost that doubled as a tavern. 

Where Caitlyn and the sisters kept their hoods up, covering overly recognizable features, Mel allowed the travelers to spot hers. The mage pointedly avoids eye-contact, strutting through not-so-hidden Noxian warriors who double-glanced in her direction. Caitlyn kept her hands at her sides, playing the dolt of the group. While Powder had her hands hidden in her cloak, most likely wielding dual daggers at the ready—and staring these men dead in the eyes. 

Vi on the other hand chose a more… stranger approach. The prince grabbed a mug from a table and downed it, “Grugh!” grunting loudly to cover her cough from the strong drink, then handing it back, “Thanks for the pint, lassies.” She winked at the glaring men and followed her wife and sister.

Mel did her best to keep her composer. “Always a Hound at the scene.” she muttered.

Caitlyn was smiling under the scarf, and Powder seemed used to these antics. They all still dutifully followed the mage towards the bar. 

Mel’s golden marks appeared to have a natural glow to them. Showing off her indigenous roots to her motherland. But the tavern keeper was still cautious in his glare. “What are you doing here?” he all but snapped. Arms crossed, not so subtly nodding towards a group of Noxian soldiers. 

The mage got straight to the point. “We’d like a room, good sir.”

“A room, aye?” Unlike the Prancing Lodge outside Zaun, this Tavern Keeper was built like an ox and most likely trained as a Noxian soldier. “I don’t recognize you. What business do you have here?”

Mel smiled warmly, innocently. “We’re only traveler’s, sir. The woods weren’t kind. Luckily, your keep is our halfway stop.”

The Keeper only had his attention on Caitlyn. “I mean, her. Where is she from?” he squinted, as though recognizing the princess. Even from just her eyes. 

“She’s—,” Mel adjusted her stance, stepping in front of Caitlyn. “She’s my sister.”

“A sister.” The keeper arched a brow in disbelief, “Is that so?”

The mage kept her composer. “Of course. Same deadbeat father, different mothers, though. You know how it is.” Mel waved her hands flippantly. “From the North.”

Caitlyn mutely nodded. 

“Hey, friend.” Vi approached the counter, now holding a different mug full of ale, she sniffed it before chugging it. “We needa room. Now.” lowering her voice to sound like a man. 

“This is my brother-in-law.” Mel offered before the keeper could ask. “Though he seems to favor the company of ale over his wife.”

Vi slapped Caitlyn’s ass for good measure. Caitlyn stiffly smiled. 

Mel almost covered her face. Good spirits.

The keeper finally appeared to relax. “Oh I see.”

Ahem! Powder loudly cleared her throat.

Mel turned when she felt a small bump on her hip. Powder was standing there, looking at Mel expectantly. “Oh, right. And this here is my—,” the wheels began turning in her head.

…Almost reluctantly. Mel always has viewed Caitlyn like a younger sister, and Vi being married to the princess while being related to Powder would mean that—

Powder was grinning like a mad woman. While the mage was putting two and two together. Powder mouthed, And I’m you sister-in-law! SISTERRR!

Mel blinked. Huh. “This is my…” Powder held her hands together in a prayer-like fashion, appearing hopeful at the obvious reveal. “... my donkey.” Mel blurted. She held up an empty elixir, “Hard to stay in taverns with a full grown mule to tie up.”

Powder gasped quietly. A donkey?! She mouthed.

Vi smirked, “She is an ass most times.” she whispered. 

“I can be worse,” Powder whispered while smiling.

Caitlyn visibly sighed while Mel placed a few coins on the counter. “That room?”

Caitlyn sat down with an exasperated groan, “Please,” she glanced at Vi as her husband slid into the booth next to her, “...no more tempting these men. We’re trying to keep a low profile. Not challenge all of them to the death.”

“I wasn’t.” Vi gently argued.

“She’s right,” Mel spoke quietly, keeping her attention on her bottles of elixirs. Sorting them before opening one and pouring it over the basket of bread the keeper gave them. “Find our man, and we’ll leave early in the morning.”

Powder was watching Mel work. “What are you doing now?”

“Making sure they’re not poisoned.” The mage answered. 

Caitlyn leaned forward, holding her head, “I don’t need my mother to find me a new husband just weeks after our arranged one.” 

Vi nodded, holding yet another pint of ale. “Sorry, habit. Zaun is more than acquainted with these guys. Meritocracies run off the shoulders of the last warrior standing in the battlefield.”

“That’s half of it,” Mel nodded, 

“And the other half?” Vi asked,

Mel slowly looked up, glancing around the very clean tavern, “The other half is what you can offer. This place is filled with femboys and bearded women with arms larger than my body—definitely a place my mother would visit. Pleasures of the flesh for Noxus.”

Powder and Vi looked very interested in this topic.

“Wait.” Vi leaned back, trying to get a glance at the tables she stole the ale from, “Those were women? No wonder they weren’t offended by my comments.”

“What are femboys?” Powder looked around, 

Mel pointed towards the entrance. “Them.”

Powder’s brows shot up, “Those hostesses over there are men!? Wow. That tuck though… But y’know what—,” she cocked her head, getting a better look. “...I can have the best of both worlds.”

Mel and Caitlyn shared a look. “How about we enjoy the bread after I make sure they’re edible. We’re just a group of normal travelers with normal business. Nothing out of the ordinary.”

“You’re right.” Vi was observing her wife, making sure everything was fine. Caitlyn offered a small smile and it was more than enough for the prince. Vi relaxed and looked around the tavern. “Just a normal group of travelers, huh? A mage practicing illegal sorceries, a runaway princess, and a dishonorable apprentice enter a tavern on the outskirts of their enemy stronghold,” Vi greedily sipped her ale before slamming the cup on the table, “What could possibly go wrong?” 

“Don’t forget our brain-dead prince,” Powder mumbled. 

Vi smirked, “I was gonna go with charming and brave.”

Powder motioned towards the empty cup, “Try drunk and reckless,”

“She’s not reckless.” Caitlyn defended,

“I’m not drunk either,” Vi shot back. 

Mel adjusted her hood and glanced at the prince.  “One can only hope your sword skills exceed your ability to dry out a tavern.”

Vi winked at the mage and grinned, “Do I hear a challenge, witch?”

Caitlyn buried her face in her hands and groaned. “Ugh, please behave.”

“I say, let them fight,” Powder crossed her arms and pouted.

Vi flexed her hand around the mug, “No I wanna see what Mel’s capable of. Can’t know what I’m fighting against unless I have a taste of it.”

“You want a taste?” Mel's eyes sparked and Vi’s hand jerked up, smashing the mug against her cheek. 

Vi winced before chuckling, “Ah!”

“Vi,” Caitlyn’s attention snapped in their direction while Powder was too busy laughing. 

Vi’s cheek was bright red, but she slowly nodded, “Not bad, Mage. Now my arm’s sore.”

Caitlyn wanted to cup Vi’s cheek, “You didn’t have to go so hard on her.”

Vi turned her head, grinning, “Awe, you’re worried about me.”

“Obviously.” Caitlyn reached out, brushing her thumb over the bright red mark. 

Vi was watching her, eyes glossing over, “Then maybe you should kiss me.”

Caitlyn hummed, lowering her hand, “You might be a little drunk.”

After their small meal, the group was getting tired for the night. 

Their rooms weren’t a part of the main tavern, but separate home-like cottages along the strip. Mel ushered everyone down the lit pathway, “Now, remember why we’re here. Keep alert, sleep with your weapons close by if you must, and—,” Mel pointedly gave Vi a stern look, “...don’t give them excuses to challenge us.”

Vi looked around, “Why am I being singled out?”

“I know. You’re so well behaved.” Powder mocked, 

Caitlyn was holding onto Vi’s arm, rubbing it in assurance, “She is.”

Vi stuck her tongue out.

Mel handed Vi a bronze key, “Here. For you and Powder.”

Vi accepted the key with a small nod, “Let me know if either of you hears anything?” She turned to give Caitlyn a quick kiss, but the princess deepened it. “I’m close if you need anything. Get a good night’s rest.”

“You as well,” Caitlyn whispered against Vi’s lips, then turned down the neatly lit pathway towards their own cottage.

Vi watched her go, settling her attention on the mage. “I wasn’t drunk before, y’know. Just making sure no one took us seriously. Her features are too noticeable. Even the keeper noticed. Keep her safe?”

“Of course I will. Sleep well, my prince.” Mel bowed her head then followed Caitlyn inside.

Powder was now confused. “Wait, wait, wait, are Mel and Caitlyn sharing a room?”

Vi nodded, holding up the shiny key, “Yeah. We’re right here.” She motioned towards the smaller cottage looking hut. “Close enough to keep an eye on them, but far enough so these guards don’t detect anything unusual.”

Powder scowled. “Dammit, nooooo! I was hoping to be bunking with Caitlyn and Mel. Why am I stuck with you?!”

Vi arched her brow. “Stuck?” she grinned, “C’mon, let’s get settled.”

Mel and Caitlyn’s cottage was warmly lit with scented candles. 

From her previous experience with Vi and the rundown tavern, Caitlyn was already pulling out the sacks of bedding and pillows. Mel placed her box of elixirs on the table and went to help.

Powder pushed open the door and shivered at the immediate chill. “Whoa, it’s cold.”

Vi brushed past her, peeking around. Seeing the candles keeping the living space warm enough, the table and firepit for breakfast, and… one bed. “Huh, guess you’ll have to pull out the cot.” she mumbled.

The prince placed her bag on the floor and turned when she saw motion out of her peripheral. Powder had the sack of bedding in her hands. Vi glared. Both sisters stared at each other in silence. Each one daring the other to make a wrong move. 

“Hey,” Vi held up her hand while lowering her sheathed sword with the other, “Powder—,”

The mage’s apprentice charged towards the bed. “Dibs!” she screamed

Vi dove behind her. “No! You get the cot!” She reached for Powder’s braid and yanked the smaller woman away. 

“No!” Powder stumbled to the ground. Now bear-hugging the sack of bedding. “I called dibs!”

Vi was trying to wrestle it outta her hands. “Stop, Powder! You get the cot!” She was effortlessly lifting and lowering her sister hoping to get the younger woman to let go. “Please, Pow!”

“Respect the dibs!” Powder snapped.

“Respect your prince!” Vi shouted back

Powder was hissing like a cat. “Not today!” She opened her mouth to bite Vi’s hand.

“Ow!”

Mel and Caitlyn slowed their movements when they heard shouting.

“What’s going on over there? Did someone find us out?” Caitlyn asked, already shuffling to the side of the cottage that shared a wall with the sisters. She even pressed her ear to the wall, “Are they fighting with… each other?”

Mel visibly relaxed, “Oh good.”

Powder roughly shoved Vi away, rolling to stand and wielding a small knife. “Try me, princess.”

Vi rolled her shoulders and lifted her fists. “You’re such a brat.” she hissed.

“I’m going to make some tea.” Knowing it was only the sisters having their own disagreement, Mel was hardly concerned about the noises next door. 

But the princess was worried. Caitlyn was frowning. “It sounds serious over there. I should go check it out.”

The mage shrugged, “No, I’m sure they’re fine, Caitlyn.”

Caitlyn flinched after a particularly loud scream from Powder. “They’re harming each other! We should do something, Mel.”

It was the brawl of the century.

First-born Prince to House of Hounds versus the last born daughter of the Hound. Vi took it too easy on Powder, leaving herself vulnerable to minor scratches, a quickly forming bruise on her temple, and a bite mark on her wrist. But Powder’s eyes were still glowing from earlier elixir, almost giving the smaller woman an advantage over the warrior.

But Vi braced herself and swung hard—connecting with Powder’s face.

Powder’s head snapped back, “Ow, ow, ow! Oh my god, my nose!” blood instantly dripped down her face. 

“Oh shit!” Vi instantly panicked, “Oh my god, Powder! I’m so sorry. I’m sorry. I got carried away. C’mere, lemme look at it.” she reached her Powder’s face.

Powder lowered her stance, “Ha ha, sucker!”

 “Pow—” Vi’s eyes widened as her younger sister tackled her. “Ooomph!”

Caitlyn pulled away from the wall, hearing a loud thump from the other side. “Are they murdering each other?”

“Oh, Caitlyn,” Mel was getting her bag of tea leaves and grinder out, “you grew up an only child, indeed.” She filled a pot with water and placed it on the mantle of the fireplace. Mel glanced over her shoulder, “I’m sure this is a great bonding moment for the sisters. Getting away from either’s responsibilities. No titles, no gendered role assignments—just the two of them. Come here, help me make tea.”

Caitlyn frowned, hearing Powder shout victoriously. “If you say so.”

Mel took out a dark vial, “Here, take this.”

Caitlyn cautiously accepted it, turning the glass in her hand, “What’s this? A protection spell?”

 Mel chuckled, “It’s honey.”

“Oh.”

In the quiet hours of night, Vi held a pack of ice against her cheek while leaning against the window sill. 

These lands halfway to Noxus were certainly bland with a touch of beauty here and there. Minus Powder’s obnoxious snoring. The mage’s apprentice was sleeping comfortably on the single bed, hugging every pillow she’s found just to spite Vi. The Zaun prince didn’t mind. 

We should sleep in shifts anyway, the prince mumbled, giving in when Powder won their little wrestling match. 

Vi was sipping a cup of tea Mel had brought over earlier. The prince offered to switch roommates, but Mel politely declined. 

The princess and I have much to discuss . 

Vi sighed, leaning further out of the window. Though as she did, a certain silhouette caught her attention. Caitlyn was also awake, eyes closed enjoying the midnight air. Vi stilled, and just… stared. Hair free from those traditional braids, hanging loosely around her shoulders, Caitlyn looked flawless under the moonlight. The natural blue from her Ionian side really shone through these hours. Creating a halo of magic that only existed in those old lands. Vi felt… enchanted by it.

Though, Vi being attracted to the princess was hardly an issue. Vi wanted Caitlyn the moment she saw it in the Great Hall. But this was… different, almost. 

Sensing someone watching her, Caitlyn opened her eyes and instantly locked gazes with her husband. She didn’t appear surprised to see it was Vi. As though Caitlyn sensed her husband long before Vi spotted Caitlyn. 

Vi lifted her hand, waving… like a doofus. 

But it caused Caitlyn to smile, “Hi,” she softly greeted

“Hey,” Vi returned, just as soft. 

There was a moment both royals fell silent. Observing each other so carefully and freely. Something they couldn’t have in Piltover or perhaps even when they were alone. Vi was already climbing out of the window before she could stop herself. Heading over to Caitlyn’s in silence.

Vi was lower standing on the ground, looking up at her princess. She placed her hands next to Caitlyn’s and leaned up. “Hey, princess, you look lonely.” she whispered only loud enough for Caitlyn to hear.

Caitlyn smiled, buckling her arms to get closer to Vi. “Do I?”

“Yeah,” Vi felt the words caress her face. She licked her lips in hopes of tasting it as well. Caitlyn noticed. “I can fix that.”

“Can you now?” The arch of Caitlyn’s perfectly sculpted brow caused Vi to sharply inhale. Caitlyn knew the effect she had on the prince, it gave her the courage to beckon Vi closer with a single curl of her finger.

Vi had to tiptoe to meet Caitlyn halfway. 

They were married.

An arranged marriage, sure, but they’ve done this before.

Kissed.

Fucked.

And yet, there was something so intimate about how Vi had to stretch to kiss her wife. Caitlyn wasn’t faring any better. Nearly hanging completely out of the window to shove her tongue in Vi’s mouth. Vi hungrily sucked on Caitlyn’s tongue, opening her mouth wider for a deeper embrace. 

Caitlyn whimpered, “I’ve been wanting to kiss you since this morning.”

Vi smiled into the kiss, “We’re kinda married. You can kiss me whenever you want,” sighing as Caitlyn tried trailing kisses down her neck.

“Yes, but,” Caitlyn was breathing hard against Vi’s skin, “I may have wanted more from you.”

Vi winced when her pants tightened. Shit, now’s not the time. “We have company.”

“I know.”

“We kinda have to behave.”

Caitlyn noticed how Vi was rubbing herself against the brick wall. “We can get our alone time now.”

Vi swallowed hard, pulling away slightly. “I don’t wanna pressure you. Duty and all that, I want you to enjoy it.”

Caitlyn’s pupils nearly fully dilated. Leaning back, shoulders rising and falling with her heavy breathing.

Vi was quiet, waiting.

Caitlyn audibly swallowed. Whatever inner turmoil she was struggling with earlier faded as she began climbing out of the window.

Vi lifted her arms, prepared to catch her wife. “C’mere,”

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Vi lifted her arms to catch her wife, “Come here,”

Caitlyn nearly fell into Vi. But two strong arms did catch her.

“Yeah, that’s it.” Vi easily caught her.  Pressing her face to Caitlyn’s neck and inhaling. Just breathing her in. 

“Vi,” Holding her tight. The princess was holding on Vi’s shoulders to steady her balance. This stranger-not-a-stranger who was coy one second and romantic the next. 

Vi held onto Caitlyn, hugging her like they were long lost lovers. Separated by an unforeseeable time, when it was only hours, possibly less. As much as Caitlyn wanted soft intimacy, she craved so much more. Lifting her head, she dragged her lips across a sharp jaw and onto her target. Opening her mouth and giving her husband a wet and desperate kiss.

“Violet,” The princess whimpered, finally she thought. 

“Caitlyn,” Vi tasted like Mel’s honey, but she felt even better.

Caitlyn pulled Vi closer (tighter) against her as though Vi would even humor the idea of leaving. Her back pressed against the bricks of the fine cottage. The princess didn’t mind the roughness while they made out. Caitlyn cupped Vi’s face and licked inside the prince’s mouth. Moaning when Vi returned the enthusiasm. Large warrior hands that were once cradling Caitlyn as a treasure jewel now gripped her ass. Squeezing, pulling Caitlyn closer.

Caitlyn enjoyed Vi’s softness, but it was a certain firmness pressing against her thigh that sent her mind in spirals. “Oh!” she breathed into Vi’s mouth, feeling her cunt throb at the idea that Vi was erect from simply kissing her.

Vi pulled away slightly, grunting while she palmed herself. No longer rocking her hips against Caitlyn but her own hand. But attempting to be “mindful”, “courteous”, by squeezing herself. Vi rhythmically massaged the base of her cock. Keeping her attention on Caitlyn’s neck with kisses. Though every time Vi moaned was when she squeezed the head with just the right amount of pressure.

“Mmm,” Vi sighed,  

Caitlyn noticed, “You don’t have to do that.” She gulped for air. “Why do you do that?”

Vi looked into her eyes, “It’s just something I can do for now. So I can focus on kissing you.”

Caitlyn bit her lip, shaking her head, “You can use me.” She tugged Vi back, bringing their hips together. Causing the prince to whimper, “There. Like this.” she giggled, “Why use your hand when I’m here?”

As an answer, Vi gauged Caitlyn’s reaction before rocking her hips forward. A nice and slow tempo, testing the feeling. Vi’s brows were tightly knitted, “Gods, you feel so good.” she pressed her head against Caitlyn’s, panting heavily. “Unngh! Caitlyn,”

Caitlyn was watching Vi. Smiling, “Enjoy the feeling. It can feel good just to feel good.”

Vi moaned her reply. “Uh huh, you always feel good. Since the first time I—” She gasped, just rutting against Caitlyn. Feeling her cock get even harder if that were possible. “Made love to you, oh my god, Caitlyn!”

Caitlyn was lost in her own sauce.

“Oh my god,” Feeling the hard erection rub against Caitlyn’s cunt was the type of sin the septa’s preach against. The princess would accept seven hells if it meant Vi wouldn’t stop. Caitlyn was almost dizzy from the intense pleasure she felt. Desperately holding onto Vi for support. “You feel—”

“Like heaven,” Vi answered her with a moan of her own. 

Hips now just rutting again. Humping Caitlyn while finally having the strength to continue their kissing. All lips and tongue. Heavy breaths and shaky gasps. But it still wasn’t enough for Caitlyn. With the strength she never knew she possessed, Caitlyn roughly grabbed Vi’s shoulder and pushed off the wall. Flipping their positions so she can grab a handful of Vi’s girth.

“AH!” Vi whimpered, mouth dropping open like a whore, looking between to watch what Caitlyn’s hand was doing. “Grghhh,” she gurgled, unable to form solid words. “Hnnngh!”

“Look at you, Prince of Zaun.” Caitlyn palmed Vi’s cock, feeling and feeling just to feel how thick Vi is. She looked down, watching her hand move around Vi’s girth. She felt lightheaded, “Wow,” she whispered,

Vi’s cheeks were bright red, flushed. “Caitlyn,”

The princess squeezed it, smiling at Vi’s whimpers. “You must’ve been some heroic saint in your previous life to be so well endowed.”

Vi wanted to laugh, but her breathing caught when Caitlyn knelt in front of her. “What?” Her eyes widened, “Cait—”

“Yes?” Caitlyn reached for Vi’s pants, untying the knot and unsnapped the button. Once open she pulled down the material to reveal Vi’s best weapon of choice. Hard with a softness Caitlyn wasn’t sure these things had. She has to move her head back as Vi’s dick flings out of her pants. 

Face to face with a prince’s serpent, “You’re so beautiful. All of you.” 

Vi closed her eyes, panting, “Caitlyn, you don’t have to—”

Caitlyn grabbed a fistful from the base to the bright head, fascinated as it danced and throbbed in her hands. “Do you like this?” She glanced up, watching her husband fall apart in her hands and she was hardly touching Vi. “Do you like it when I touch you like this?”

Vi nods, rapidly. “Yessss, Caitlyn, oh my gods yes.” she reached down to comb her fingers through Caitlyn’s loose hair, enjoying the silky strands, “Now come here.”

But Caitlyn’s attention was still on Vi’s girth, licking her lips in thought. She pumped it a few times. Gently then firmly, loving how Vi was just falling apart at the simplest touches. She wondered—

Caitlyn leaned forward, parting her lips,

Vi noticed, “Wait, you don’t have to—!”

Caitlyn tentatively licks Vi’s cock. “But I want to. Is this okay?” She strokes it, with slow purposeful strokes, 

Vi’s face is beat red. She nods, “No one’s ever—, I didn’t think anyone would… oh my god!”

“Shh,” Caitlyn leaned closer, pressing an innocent kiss to the head. Smirking as it twitches in her hands. “You don’t have to keep reminding me what those harlots haven’t done with you.”

“Hngh!” Vi gasps, wanting to laugh at the jealous tone, but is trying her best to remain calm and not scream like a virgin. “Uh huh,” The prince squeezes her eyes shut. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!” she hisses, trying not to come. Feeling Caitlyn’s hot tongue. 

Vi’s grabbing everywhere. Scraping her fingers on the stone, touching the top of Caitlyn’s head with feather-lite touches, and burying her face in her hands to hide her loud and pathetic grunts. “Unngh! Caitlyn! Stop! I’m gonna—”

“Mm!” Caitlyn’s head is bobbing in a smooth manner. “I want you to.” Cheeks hollowed as she adds a suction. 

Vi’s hips jerk forward, “Holyshit! I can’t hold it ohmygodI’mcoming!” she squeals as Caitlyn’s tongue massages the head. She gently holds Caitlyn’s head, impressed at her wife working her cock. 

“Mm!” Caitlyn swallows Vi’s load, eager to taste more of her husband. “Mhm!” Grabbing Vi’s ass to bring her closer. Though the prince’s cock was too big for her small mouth, Caitlyn did her best to try. Just enjoying this closeness. The power she holds over the prince with only a swipe of her tongue, caress from hands, and a warm mouth could command this mighty warrior. It’s a lot and some of spills past her lips and down Vi’s legs, 

“Oh no,” Caitlyn pulls back with a grimace, wiping her mouth while eyeing the mess she made, “I’m sorry. I couldn’t swallow all of it.”

This time, Vi laughs. A loud breathless chuckle while she tugs Caitlyn by her chin. “I don’t fucking care.” her legs visibly shake and quiver from the aftershocks. “Come here.” She pulls Caitlyn into the greediest kiss of the lands.

Caitlyn smiles into it. 

Vi groans, “Gods, I’m gonna give you all the kids you just for that. Hm!”

Caitlyn laughs into it. She reaches for Vi’s pants and pulls the material up. “Not here.” She steps away and holds out her hand. “Come on.”

Vi doesn’t look confused or questions it. She accepts Caityn’s hand and allows herself to be pulled away from the village. Several Noxian soldiers barely pay them any attention, assuming they’re drunkards leaving the tavern. They run out of the village both smiling like maniacs until they reach the quiet just outside the woods. The air is warmer and damp in the middle of the woods. 

Caitlyn slows near a wide tree, she faces Vi and begins undoing the laces on her shirt. Smiling at Vi. Tempting her prince to corrupt her innocence in the wilds.  Vi slowly approaches, smirking like a devilish wolf. She uses her larger body to trap Caitlyn against the bark. Pressing close. They’re breathing each other’s air, sharing secret smiles. Vi reaches for Caitlyn’s shirt, now fully unbuttoned and pushes the material off her wife’s shoulders.

The princess shivers as a warm hand covers her breasts, followed by a hot mouth. “Yesss!”

Vi opens her mouth and sucks hard. Switching from one breast to another. Already kicking off her boots and pants. She reaches for Caitlyn’s pants, diving in and licking inside her mouth. 

Once they’re both fully naked, they just hold each other. Pushing their breasts together. Feeling each other’s skin and slowly forming sweat.  Laughing breathlessly, touching each other in ways they never thought they’d get to. Genuine attraction guides their desires from slow to needy fairly quickly. Vi grabs Caitlyn by the waist and lifts her. Holding Caitlyn’s thighs around her hips. Caitlyn wraps her legs around Vi’s waist, clinging to hard shoulders as well. Groaning as their sexes rub against each other. 

Vi’s  cock is slowly getting lathered in Caitlyn’s slick. She thrusts, “I love this so much, Cait,”

“Put it in me,” Caitlyn gasps, loose hairs sticking to her face. She reaches between them and guides Vi’s cock to her pussy.

“Caitlyn,” Vi moans while rocking her hips forward. Tucking her face in Caitlyn’s neck while sheathing herself inside Caitlyn’s cunt. Just a warm hug of pure bliss. 

They both moaned when their hips met. ‘Yes!’ ‘Just like that!’

Vi was panting against Caitlyn’s neck, not yet moving her hips. Soaking herself in a tight pussy. 

“Vi,” Caitlyn was massaging her scalp, placing kisses on Vi’s neck, while slowly moving her hips. “Hm, Violet.”

Vi lifted her head, seeking out Caitlyn’s lips. Giving her a deep one while steading herself, making sure she had a firm grip on Caitlyn’s thighs. Then she began fucking Caitlyn. 

“Ah, Vi!” Caitlyn gasped, relieved. 

With a groan, Vi stepped away from the tree, not wanting to scratch Caitlyn’s back when she was slamming her hips into Cailtyn’s. “God, fuck, Caitlyn—oh my god,” 

Vi’s muscles were rigid. Showing off her raw strength while she rawed her wife in the middle of the woods. The slapping of their hips accompanied by the click was their applause in the forest for the frantic performance they were providing. 

“Gods!” Caitlyn felt as though she were losing her grip. Falling sag against Vi while getting the most proper fucking she’s ever received. “I can’t—it’s so good!” she gasped.

Vi noticed and slowed, adjusting her grip, “I gotchu, cupcake. Yeah,” she knelt on the wild grass and gently placed Caitlyn on her back. Her dick slipped out in the process,

To Caitlyn’s dismay. She instantly sat up, “No, don’t stop! Put it back,”

“Easy,” Vi chuckled, pumping herself then angling her cock, “...just wanna make you comfortable.”

“I’m comfortable with you inside me,” Caitlyn breathed out. Breasts heaving with her gasps,

“Oh yeah?” Vi whispered, slowly pushing herself back in.

Caitlyn’s eyes nearly rolled back, “Ah!” Her legs parted, giving Vi more room. She fell back onto the cool grass, dizzy from those powerful thrusts.

 Vi was jerking her hips with purposeful hard and rough thrusts. She leaned forward, catching herself on one arm, grabbing Caitlyn’s thigh with the other. 

Caitlyn’s blue eyes almost appeared onyx in color, with specs of galaxies reflecting back. 

Vi was speechless at her wife’s beauty. “Gods, you look so beautiful like this.” 

Caitlyn blinked, looking up. “Vi,” Seeing the halo around Vi’s hair, creating a fiery hue. Vi had the striking appearance of a god claiming a mortal for a lover. She glanced between them, watching Vi’s girth shine from her own excitement.

Vi noticed, and smiled, “I love having you like this.”

The princess bucked her hips and whimpered, “Making love under the stars?”

Vi leaned down to kiss her, “And the moonlight,” She kissed a quivering chin, “I’d give them to you, but they’re already in your eyes.” she confessed, licking inside Caitlyn’s mouth and eagerly swallowing her moans.

Hearing the most romantic words while being fucked in the wilds did something for Caitlyn, that she could not explain. But the coils began to tighten in her core, leading the princess towards one of her largest eruptions yet. 

“That’s it, baby,” Vi felt it. “Let it go, princess.” Face red from possibly holding out. “I can feel it.” She sat up, kneeling between Caitlyn’s thighs and kept thrusting. Vi grabbed onto her hips, using them as guides to slam her hips forward. “Come for me, Cait.”

“Vi!” Caitlyn screamed into the woods.

Vi’s muscles tensed from the effort. She locked eyes with Caitlyn, rhythm also stuttering. “Come for me, come for your king.”

Caitlyn’s eyes rolled back. The way you speak to me!

She arched her back, thighs tightening around Vi’s hips, and she came so hard. Shuddering and squirting around Vi’s cock. Caitlyn was gasping for her very life, “Violet!” Strong arms hugged arm while Vi whimpered her own release.

Caitlyn, Groaning in Caitlyn’s breasts, while rutting her hips to draw it out for the both of them. Oh my god, Cait, holy fuck.

Caitlyn raised shaky arms to return the embrace. Her body had phantom shivers, jerking and flinching every so often. 

Vi kept Caitlyn warm and covered with her own body. 

They stayed like that until they got their second wind, and continued making love in the middle of an enchanted forest. Even while Caitlyn rode the royal cock, neither of them noticed the magic floating around them. 

Tiny specs of eyes blinked from the shadows as a horde of sprites watched with interest. 

When Vi opened her eyes to the sunlight, it wasn’t strange to see it in the least. 

Though, something felt off about their surroundings. Vi felt dirt on her back when it was the soft grass they had fallen asleep on. Slowly sitting up, the prince rubbed sleep out of her eyes and looked around. Of course, the ever changing woods changed once again. 

Vi looked for their clothes. “Caitlyn?” she called out, reaching over to gently shake Caitlyn awake.

Caitlyn groaned, “Ten more minutes,”

Vi smiled, “Huh?” but it quickly died when she finally saw one of her boots, and it was the size of a horse. But that couldn’t have been right. She rubbed her eyes again. “Caitlyn?” Walking a little further in the suddenly thick forest, Vi saw something that made her heart stop. “Caitlyn!”

The princess gasped awake, “What?!” sitting up in a frenzy. 

Vi rushed to her side, “Something happened to us!”

Caitlyn was still slowly waking up, “Yeah, I was there. It was magical.”

Vi let out a worried laugh, “Yeah something magical happened, alright.”

Caitlyn seemed to notice it right away. She looked around and paled. She stood up and eyed the single grass blade that was her height. Everything was so much larger. Caitlyn looked around. “Oh no,”

“Mel’s going to kill us.”

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Caitlyn hadn’t expected to enter this new world, “Gods, I knew I should’ve kept my legs closed rather than being alone with you out here!” she spat, not truly angry with Vi, but frustrated with their current situation. “We’re being punished. I’m being punished!”

“Yeah, it’s been a real picnic, cupcake!” Vi shouted from way up ahead. “I just love— ugh! Punching horse-sized beetles!”

“Oh no,” Caitlyn covered her face, “What if we’re stuck like this forever?”

Vi shook her hand, she stilled, “We won’t. Mel’s the most powerful mage. She’ll just wave her hands, and we’ll be fine. Trust me.”

Caitlyn was petting a curious butterfly, “I hope so.”

Vi was watching her, “Hey, listen, Caitlyn—ahhhh!” Vi scared herself, jumping away and leaping way over the grass, “Oh fuck!”

Caitlyn saw her, perking up a bit, “Hey, can you see the village like that?”

“Oooof!” Vi landed on her back, not winded one bit. She looked at her hands and legs. “I just might.”

The prince was desperately sprinting, hoping to gain traction to jump high enough to see where the hell they were. Still in the magical woods, with their new gifts (as Caitlyn refers to them) Vi can leap with a controlled fall. Almost still as strong as she was as a human. Well, hard to gauge a  true scale, but Vi was able to punch her boot. It moved, they think. But now they’ve been trying to find their way back to the cottage. Ripping up huge grass leaves to wrap around their naked bodies. While all Caitlyn earned was horrible back pain. 

Vi was hopping around still, “I don’t recognize anything out here!”

Caitlyn hugged her stomach, hunched over, “You have to remember, we’re seeing everything in a new lens—ow!”

Hearing the pain in her wife’s voice, Vi instantly ran back. Pushing through the grass like a mad troll. “Caitlyn?”

The princess was now fully doubled over, “Oh,” she whimpered in pain.

Vi was instantly at her side, “I’ll carry you. What hurts? What’s going on? Are you okay?” Vi noticed Caitlyn really hugging and rubbing her stomach, “Are you… pregnant?” Vi couldn’t help but smile, all stupid like. Her chest puffed with pride. Her hand, still large enough to cover Caitlyn’s entire belly, “Oh wow, is Vi jr in there already? Hey, little gu—”

“Vi,” Caitlyn’s attention snapped towards her husband, glaring, “Not now, please. I really don’t think I can handle more than one surprise at the moment.”

“You’re right.” Vi pressed her lips together, trying horribly not to keep smiling, still imaging if she’s going to be a dad. “Okay, we’ll deal with that when we find Mel. No baby talk. Promise. Well then, uh, c’mere,” she held out her hands, “I’ll carry you back.”

Caitlyn’s knees gave out. “Wait, ow! Not like that!” She hissed out in pain as Vi placed a gentle hand on her back, “Vi! Something’s wrong.”

Vi turned around, “Here, this way. Piggyback.”

Caitlyn reluctantly gave in, “I think it’s the grass. I may have an allergy or something.”

“We gotta get to Mel!” Vi began running, following her previous path. She grunted, trying to breathe when Caitlyn’s hold tightened around her neck, “Hanging on kinda tight, huh!?”

Caitlyn gasped, “Vi!” Her legs tightened around Vi’s waist, and not in the sexy kinda way. “Violet, something’s happening!” she screamed,

“Caitlyn?” Vi would have stopped running… if her legs were still on the ground that is. “Oh my gods, holy shit, oh my god!” She clung to Caitlyn’s arms as they took flight, “Holy shit!”

Out of Caitlyn’s back sprouted the most beautiful set of fairy wings. “Vi,” But the princess was too busy flexing her new muscles to worry about the direction they were going. 

Which was up.

“We’re flying!” Vi was smiling, and pointed, “I see the village! Take us that way! No wait, that way, Caitlyn!”

“I can’t control them!”

“Just flap them in that direction!”

“I don’t even know how I’m flying!”

Vi began flapping her arms, “Like this!”

Caitlyn rolled her eyes, “Gods be good,” she mumbled. “If only your wings worked,”

This caught Vi’s attention. “I have wings too?!”

Powder had been awake for hours by the time someone came barging on her door, Cooking breakfast for herself and Vi, but plenty for the princess and mage as well. 

“G’morning. Tea’s almost finished,” Powder was spending extra time brewing the perfect tea for Caitlyn, “Although, we should send Vi out to go check out the meat stalls. I think I smell one close by… or there was a fight I may have slept through and there’s a dead body somewhere.” the apprentice glanced over her shoulder expecting to see a Caitlyn but there was only an annoyed looking Mel, “You came alone?”

“Powder,” Mel stepped inside, quickly closing the door behind her. She looked around, “Are they not here either?” she whispered angrily. 

“Master?” the young apprentice looked around as well, “Judging by the Medarda scowl I’m assuming my sister and the princess are gone?”

“It would appear so, but I cannot believe Caitlyn would be so careless. I warned her about these villages, about these people, and about the woods!” Mel looked around the sister’s room, sniffing the air like a bloodhound, “Something isn’t right.”

Powder slowly nodded, “As in, they were captured by these hungover Noxian soldiers, or—ah!” Powder’s voice trailed off when the kitchen window slammed open. Followed by a trail of fairy dust. “Huh,” 

She heard buzzing near her ear, “Hey!” Powder smacked her own face, “There’s a bee in here!” she could faintly see something flying—waving at her?

Powder grabbed the biggest spatula and swung.

“No, stop!” Mel tried to warn her. 

The buzzing was falling faint and growing louder every second. “These damn insects!” Powder was spinning around, aimlessly swinging her weapon, “Ugh!”

Mel was also trying to locate the buzzing, “I don’t think—oh my gods, Powder don’t!” she lunged towards her apprentice just as Powder was getting a clear shot. 

Powder flinched, “Ow! Mel, I have a bee allergy. You know that!”

“Stop it! It’s not a bee!” Mel looked around, holding up her hands, “Caitlyn? Oh my gods, Caitlyn!” 

Powder arched her brow, looking around, “Caitlyn? Queen bee I suppose, I don’t know,” she muttered, 

Mel was looking around as though trying to catch something mid air, “I’ve got you! Oh darling, oh my god!” She whispered, “...what happened to you?”

Powder squinted, also looking around the small cottage, “Princess? Is she a ghost? Mel—what?”

Mel was holding out her hands, cradling something inside. She was listening intently to something, shaking her head solemnly, “I can’t—I can’t hear you, your voices—, they’re too low—wait, wait, slow down, Caitlyn. The sprites—woods—I don’t know, wait, my princess.”

Powder witnessed this strange behavior for only a moment before cautiously approaching the mage. “What the—” There, in the palm of Mel’s hands were two fairies that looked an awful lot like Caitlyn and Vi. She leaned down, until Caitlyn turned around and squealed in shock, falling off Mel’s hand. Though catching herself and flying back up. “...fuck?”

Of all the weird and unexplainable things Powder’s seen over the years while apprenticing for Mel, this one exceeds all of them. Powder leaned closer. Vi and Caitlyn were wrapped up in grass as small as crickets, as small as fairies. Vi was kneeling, resting, panting and appearing all kinds of exhausted. “Vi? What the hell happened to you?”

Vi turned around, and grinned, or tried to. She weakly waved at Powder. 

Ever the curious apprentice, Powder reached down to pet Vi’s hair. “Interesting,” she mumbled, already mentally calculating what sort of brews or spells would reverse what caused this. Unless—, “Did someone do this to them?”

“Perhaps,” Mel carefully brought them to the table, setting Caitlyn and Vi down, “I don’t know. But it’s something we have to fix, quickly.”

“Fix this?” Powder left droplets of tea and water next to them on a flat dish as well as a few droplets of honey, “Is this a curse? True love’s kiss? I’m sure they’ve kissed before—”

“Not a curse,” Mel began packing a small bag, “Sprites are tricky little things. Their sources of magic are through everything. Earth, air, trees, grass, even spirits.”

Powder nodded, meekly rubbing her hands together, “Okay, let’s assume spirits. That’s something we can work with right?”

Mel shrugged, “I’m not sure, and I need to be sure. I’m heading into town to gather a few things.”

“You’re leaving me alone with them like this? Wait—You’re saying sprites did this?!” Powder was resting on her arms, watching her sister desperately trying to communicate with her. “I can see how we almost lost the war to them if this is how they handled our armies,” 

Powder was now imagining those ruthless Zaun warriors being shrunk then beaten on “equal” turf. She noticed Vi tracing the honey into letters. Too small to truly read. But then Vi began shouting. And it was almost audible. Powder perked up and listened, motioning Vi to keep talking. Her eyes widened when she finally heard words, “Okay, keep talking,” 

Vi began buzzing very loud. 

Powder groaned, “Okay, bzz, bzz, speak common tongue!”

Mel was pulling on her cloak, “Powder?”

Her apprentice slowly glanced up, “I can hear her, barely. Vi’s saying they were in the woods—um, nothing exciting happened—okay, it was a full moon if that means anything.” Powder’s attention fell on Caitlyn as the princess was now doing her best to shout, “It just happened they said.”

Mel shook her head, “Nothing ever just happens out here. I’m heading to town. I know these villages have their dark corners of witchcraft. I need to find some specific ingredients for a potential reversal brew. Will you all be alright?”

Powder stood, nodding, blinking rapidly as though in a daze. “Yeah, I’m just—kinda still taking this in, y’know?” she motioned awkwardly towards her sister, “What do I do with them? Play dolls? Mini knights and dragons? First one who makes a dragonfly breathe fire wins? I—Mel, please, my sister—”

“Powder,” Mel approached Powder, giving her shoulders a firmly motherly squeeze, “Listen to me, I know this is very sudden, but you’ll be fine. I trust you. I have a feeling what caused this, but I need to be sure. With the correct ingredients I can fix them. They’ll be alright, we’ll fix them. Do you trust me?”

“With their lives,” Powder whispered, honestly. 

Mel observed her young apprentice before pulling Powder into a hug. 

Powder clung to it. 

Once alone with the fairies, Powder sat down and thought of something. “Hey, I can make you guys clothes.”

Vi was running around the table, buzzing, ‘Powder, can you hear me?! Pow pow!’

Caitlyn stood there hugging herself, watching Mel leave the cottage. ‘They have a plan. I know it.’

‘I hope so,’ Vi sighed leaning against the plate before reaching down and scooping up a single droplet of water. Slurping it loudly. ‘Oh! This is tea!’

That caused Caitlyn to perk up, ‘Really?’ Caitlyn was much more delicate, using both hands to scoop up a droplet and sipped it. ‘Hm, lavender. Perfect. I need to relax.’

Vi was still trying to look at her back, ‘While you do that, can you help me find my wings? Are they growing in yet?’

Caitlyn frowned, ‘I don’t think they will. Not with those weighing you down.’ She pointed to Vi’s hands, how they slowly resembled a beetle exterior. A hardening shell trailing up her arm. Different natured fairies. 

Vi held up her fists, ‘Is this what I get for fighting bugs in grass?! I want to fly.’

Caitlyn sat on the table, hugging her knees. ‘If it helps, I don’t want them.’

Upon hearing this, Vi remembered the urgency of their situation. ‘You’re right. I’m sorry. I was just trying to make light of our situation.’

‘It helped,’ The princess whispered, honestly. She smiled as Vi sat down next to her. Caitlyn held onto Vi’s arm, leaning against her husband for support. 

Powder was observing them, solemnly. While gathering supplies to weave mini clothes, she was also mentally marking down her own brews on what they should use. “Root of mandrake, fern,” she glanced up when something touched her hand. It was Caitlyn appearing worried. Worried for Powder? “I’m going to reverse this, princess,” The apprentice was now determined, Powder kept weaving and quoting ingredients, “midnight mushroom, eye of a troll—”

Mel was careful as she forcibly borrowed someone’s horse so she could get to town quicker.

“Easy, girl,” Mel had only ridden bareback a handful of times, plus that one lovely afternoon with Lord Talis, but she was a mage with a purpose. Mel held onto the reins that kept the horse bound near the stables, “Heed my call, beast, take me to the nearest green witch.” 

The horse’s eyes glowed before taking off running in the direction of the city. Easily a place to enjoy a nice stroll between the countryside tavern and small village or just past the shades of the eerie forest to a town a step closer to Noxus. Mel noticed the way soldiers would stop to glance in her direction. In her youth, Mel assumed it was the golden markings her mother forced upon her skin, but as the mage grew—she knew it was the sign of someone protected. And they were merely curious gazes. 

Mel’s own senses were on alert, feeling that same person on her shadow. Even now on horseback, the presence was persistent. Though the amount of travelers on this busy road was difficult to pinpoint who was following the mage. The horse obeyed its command, taking Mel to the farthest stall in town. With a beautiful view of the open seas and nearby ports, Mel saw the insignia for the goddess of trees and everything living. 

“Perfect,”

Not bothering to tie up the horse, Mel pet its face, “Stay here until I need you again.”

The young appearing woman inside wasn’t surprised to see a well-known mage enter her humble store. She perked up though, opening her mouth to lick the air, “Ohhhh, Merdada.” she whispered. “I haven’t tasted Medarda magic in decades.”

Mel pushed back her hood, “You know why I’m here, don’t you?”

The witch laughed, a maniac cackle that reached pitches that are deaf to human ears. “I’m a green witch, not a greenseer. What’s the ailment?”

Mel winced. Thinking about it for only a moment, “I’ll need a small cauldron, water from the high mountains, mandrake, fern petals, eye of a troll—preferably a newborn—”

“Wait,” The green witch narrowed her gaze, “These are fairy ingredients. What exactly is the ailment?”

“Well,” The mage nodded, “My traveling companions may have been bewitched by sprites. They’re—” Mel made some hand gestures, “...they’ve been turned into fairies.”

“Oh, now you’re interesting again, Medarda.” The witch disappeared into the back room, when she reappeared her arms were full of various items. “Alright! Transfiguration.” She placed a small black notebook on the counter, “You’ll need this.”

Mel reached for it, flipping through the forbidden pages, “Hm,”

“Alright, there we go!” Powder rubbed her hands together, “It’s like playing with dolls, except I made my dolls fight to the death and they weren’t Violet or my princess.”

Powder handed Caitlyn and Vi their new outfits. It was rough, but it was clothes versus the plants they were currently wearing. Caitlyn looked excited, holding the mini dress to her body and was buzzing her excitement. Vi was just glaring at Powder.

The apprentice got defensive. “What! I can’t recreate mini armor, tinkerbell.” Oh, Powder understood the look, “My bad, wait. Here, lemme just—,” She held out her hand and carried Caitlyn and Vi to the other room so they could change while having their own privacy.

Once the fairies were secured, Powder pulled out a teapot and dumped it in the fire. “I think I can do this on my own.”

Mel entered the cottage, carrying an armful of supplies for the cure. “Hello, I’m back, Powder!” she announced.

Then she noticed Powder hunched about to feed the sprites something. Caitlyn was hugging herself with her wings, excitedly waiting her turn to—Mel spotted a spoon of purple glowing liquid and she panicked. Vi was reaching up, mouth open ready to accept the brew.

“Stop!” Mel shouted, she rushed over, shoving Powder away from Vi. “What are you doing?! Don’t give them that!”

Powder stumbled, “Mel?!”

Sprite Vi was knocked over by the wind alone. ‘ Whooooa!’ Having no wings to catch herself. She fell off the table she was standing on. 

‘Vi!’ Caitlyn cried out, diving off the table to save her husband. Her wings worked overtime to lift Vi back onto the table. ‘ Ohmygod, Vi, are you alright?!’

Vi stumbled to a stand. ‘ I’m okay I’m okay,’ Puffing out her chest and standing firm. ‘You saved me!’

Caitlyn’s wings fluttered with emotion, ‘ oh Vi,’ she sobbed.

Vi instantly reassured her wife. ‘Don’t cry, Cait,’ She hugged Caitlyn close. ‘ Strong.’ She emphasized by lifting her wife, who was lighter than a honeybee.

Mel stood in front of the 3 stooges, sniffing the potion Powder brewed earlier. It was genius, her apprentice’s quick thinking. However, Powder went about this all wrong. “Listen to me very closely, alright?”

“We’re all ears, master.” Powder was obediently sitting on a chair with Vi standing on her right shoulder and Caitlyn on her left. 

“You cannot give them any of these ingredients without my supervision. They’re meant for humans, which Vi and Caitlyn no longer are! We can’t even properly communicate with them anymore, Powder. They’re fairies!”

Powder nodded, “Yeah, yeah, fairies. Not humans. I just reversed engineered a fairy poison to be an antidote—”

“Which would work in theory, if they were fairies trapped in human bodies.” Mel gently explained.

Powder let the words sink in, “Oh… yeaaaah.”

Vi stood on Powder’s shoulder with her arms crossed, pretending to listen, though not understanding a single word due to the magical barrier. ‘ Do you know what they’re saying? Mel looks pissed.’

Caitlyn was sitting hugging her knees. She glanced up, her chest aching with the roars of giants scolding each other. The voices were too low to hear, yet too loud to understand as well. ‘ No, I can’t understand them anymore. We’re trapped like this, aren’t we?’

‘No. Mel will find a cure.’ Vi hoped, losing her mind as a fairy every second. 

Powder held up her hand, “Also, I think they need some privacy.”

Vi and Caitlyn were admiring their clothes on each other. 

“You look good in that,” Vi commented, as she rubbed strange oils on her hands and arms. Anything to slow the ever shifting skin. 

“In what? This?” Caitlyn was standing with her arms crossed, watching with amusement as Powder and Mel built them a mini house. She glanced down at her clothes. The single stitch took up her entire side, “I look like a tree elf.”

“Sexy tree elf,” Vi reached over, scooping up a droplet of honey and bringing it to Caitlyn. She bumped hips with her wife and offered some honey, “Here. Keeps us busy.”

“Thank you,” Caitlyn accepted the snack, sipping the bubbled droplet until nothing was left. “I just feel so useless. Standing around waiting while my back hurts when my wings tug. Especially when I had to catch you mid fall.” She rolled her shoulders, testing the added weight. “They feel nice. Almost erotic.”

Vi’s brows shot up, choking on air. “Erotic?”

“Mhm,”

“In what way?”

Caitlyn smirked, looking at Vi from her peripheral, “As in, feeling the wind beneath my wings is my own aphrodisiac.” Sge husked, reached behind Vi to grab some mushed fruit Mel made for them. 

Vi audibly swallowed and glanced at her sister and Mel, “If you— ” her voice cracked. Vi roughly cleared her throat, “If you must know,” she wiped her hands down on her strange Noxian looking skirt/shorts. “I still have my dick.” she blurted out. 

This piqued Caitlyn’s interest. Her gaze dropped to Vi’s crotch, “When we changed though, you uh—”

“I know,” Vi winced, “But, trust me. It’s there.”

“Where?”

“Uh, well you see—” Vi stuttered, she held up her hands and pressed them together. Then she slowly opened them as if to represent a blooming flower, then she stuck her finger out. “There.”

Caitlyn straightened up, “I think I know how we can pass the time.”

Vi bit her lip, smirking, “That’s what I’ve been—whoa!” She squealed as Caitlyn grabbed the prince by the collar and flew them towards their new home.

“There,” Mel decorated the pathway to the minihome with flower petals and mini clay pottery for water and food. “All set,” She motioned for Vi and Caitlyn to go inside for their privacy. She noticed her friends appeared a little too eager to have some alone time.

“Almost done with this. Gotta make sure no wolf blows this house down.” Powder had just finished sealing the base with more clay, blowing on it dry faster. She watched as the two sprites eagerly entered the home. Vi strutted inside, arms swinging like she was the king of fairies, while Caitlyn flew in. ‘Slamming’ the door once inside.

Powder rubbed her neck. “You think they’ll be okay on their own like this?”

Mel was reading her ingredient book, “It’s for their safety. Since there’s a communication barrier, we need Vi and Caitlyn somewhere we can keep track of,” She glanced up, The piece of tree bark closed shut. “This is our best option to give them privacy, while—oh?”

The fairy house began shaking, causing the mage to lean forward with interest. The flower stems hold strong with the incredible rocking. With the cries and buzzing of— Vi! Omg! aosdfihasodfh…

Powder frowns, “Are they—doing… you know?” she tilts her head, horrified. “Is that even possible?”

Mel smirks, “Copulating? They certainly are. Incredible.” She chuckles, “Huh, I wonder if Vi can get Caitlyn pregnant in this condition?”

Powder gags, “ Ugh . I’m sleeping outside.” She grabs her things. “Your turn to babysit fairies. I’m outta here.”

Mel just listens for a moment, more out of curiosity. She jots down some notes. She perks up when Vi stumbles out of the home, panting and gasping. She approaches the droplets of water left out for them. 

Fairy Vi eagerly picks up the full droplet and slurps it up. Ah!

‘Oh Viiii!’ Fairy Caitlyn calls out to her.

Vi jumps around, energized again and returns to her home. ‘ Coming!’ The shaking resumes. 

“Hm, wow.” Mel’s brows shoot to the sky. She writes down, “Persistent mating—,”

Inside the fairy home, Caitlyn was thrilled to know Vi’s package had not diminished during the transfiguration. Bucking her hips and giving her stallion prince a race worth rocking for. Caitlyn’s powerful thrusts on their poor petal bed was testing the durability of clay or fairy wings. 

“Caitlyn—oh my god!” Vi was panting, trying to keep up with Caitlyn’s new stamina. 

Caitlyn was red in the face, “I needed this, oh Violet, I needed this so much,” she whimpered, hopping on Vi’s cock. Rotating her hips as she slammed them down. “Fuck! You’re still so thick—unnngh!”

“All for you, baby,” Vi winked, 

“Vi!” Caitlyn’s wings fluttered with her movements. Vi noticed how much larger they were growing. From nearly translucent teal to a rich royal blue with red swirls decorating them. Caitlyn jerked her hips harder and harder, squeezing her eyes shut. “Oh, god—yes!”

The wings caused a bit of wind inside. Vi’s hair was blown out of her face. She moaned as she felt Caitlyn clench. “Fuck! You still feel the same. Thank goodness—ah!” Vi gasped as Caitlyn’s thighs trapped Vi with a much firmer hold. The burning began in the pit of her stomach, “Oh Caitlyn, ride me harder.”

Caitlyn’s body froze, “Vi,”

…but her wings flapped.

Vi let out a surprise yell as they lifted from the bed. Caitlyn was completely blissed out, still clenching and coming around Vi’s dick while she flew them towards the ceiling.

“Whoa!” Vi was there to enjoy both rides. “Caitlyn!” Only able to hold onto Caitlyn’s thighs, the prince thrusted her hips until she came. “Oh fuuck, ohhhh yesss,”

Powder really was spending most of the evening outside.

Most reading and grinding the appropriate ingredients for Mel. She yawned as Mel opened the door, “Powder,”

The apprentice perked up, “Yeah?”

The mage motioned Powder inside, “Come here. I may have solved something.”

Powder was sitting dutifully at the table waiting for further instructions.

Mel hugged the vial close to her chest, eyeing Vi and Caitlyn resting in a bouquet of flowers (temporary new home after they destroyed the first one). “This can go one of three ways.”

“Three possibilities,” Powder eagerly rubbed her hands together, “Perfect. Sounds perfect. Give them to me.”

“Well, the first outcome is: I cure them.”

 “We’re off to a great start.” Powder was nodding rapidly, “This is fantastic , we’re feeling fucking fantastic, right?!”

“Second outcome: this kills them.” Mel pointed out, still eyeing the purple vial.

“Whoa! We jumped a crater there.” Powder grimaced, cocking her head to the side, “Y’know, let’s rewind back to you curing them.”

Mel steadied her breathing, “Or 3rd possibility, it traps them this way.” Once again peering over Powder’s shoulder, needing to catch any visual of her friends still alive. “With no means of a potential cure. And they’re already appearing more spritely by the day.”

That was true. Caitlyn’s wings were now a grand indigo hue, along with her skin no longer appearing human. Or like a mini human. While Vi was like a fairy tree-folk. Green and pink and spirity.

“Well—” Powder lifts her finger, “That doesn’t sound as bad as point 2.”

“Which would lead them to a premature death in a few weeks.” Mel gently explained. “Sprites don’t live long, Powder. But what they are is—different.”

Powder sighed, stressed, “And here we are back to killing them. Ughhh, why couldn’t they turn into dragons or werewolves or something that could actually help us get out of here!” She glanced over her shoulder at the sprites sleeping peacefully. “I’ve never seen Vi this happy before… but damn, Piltover needs them.”

“Zaun needs them as well,” Mel nodded, “Now you understand my hesitation.”

Powder swallowed hard, wanting to rip her hair out. “Gods, this is going to be a lot of work for the cutest fairies in the world.”

Mel held out the vial. “Ready to get started?”

Powder nodded firmly. “Let’s get to work.”

Chapter Text

“Mel, catch!” Powder screamed, winding back her arm, fists glowing with the agile elixir she chugged and tossed the magically enclosed walnut shell. “Ah!”

The powerful mage didn’t even have to look, she simply raised her hand and called the walnut to her palm. Mel was nearly flying. Defying gravity with the magical guide of dust stepping. She twirled her staff and slammed it on the troll's head. “Argh!”

Powder unsheathed her daggers and expertly twirled them, “Fucking Noxians. No offense,” she mumbled as an agile fighter landed in front of the apprentice. 

The warrior was dressed in traveler’s attire. Working class quality. Her head was wrapped, though bright red strands of hair poked out. She lowered her mouth piece, smirking, “Not bad, Dust,”

“Powder,” she corrected,

The assassin shrugged, keeping her smirk, “Keep up if you want your friends alive by the end of the day.” She took off in a sprint and dove off the cliff. The same one Mel was flying off of.

Powder stepped towards the ledge and sighed in frustration. “Mel, I love you, but you have way too much faith in me.” She pulled out another elixir and chugged it. “Fuck, shit, oh my seven hells,” The black lines entered her bloodstream, Powder dropped to all fours. “Mom, forgive me,”

Growling like a wolf. 

Her canines even sharpened. 

Without much thought, Powder dove off the cliff head first. Falling in a controlled fall and heading straight for her master. Mel was too busy fighting the trolls and other flying creatures after Caitlyn’s royal blood. No matter the size of her body. Someone wanted her dead.

Mel tossed the walnut to the assassin, “Keep them safe!”

The walnut shell spun in mid air,

…inside the shell, however—

Two sprites were screaming for their lives. Not knowing what was going on and terrified beyond comprehension. They were fed the antidote. Slowly regaining her human cognition, Caitlyn was hugging her beetled wife tightly. 

“Vi!”

Vi had curled her larger body around Caitlyn though. Shielding her mate from bouncing off the walls. Her human mind was almost completely gone by this point, but one thing remained: protect her wife. 

“Mine! Don’t… hurt!” Vi grumbled, still holding on Caitlyn protectively. “Mine!”

“Oh, Violet,” Caitlyn flexed her wings and closed her eyes, “You’ll be okay. You’ll return to me. You’ll—ahhhh!”

The walnut hit something with such force it broke open and both sprites were freely falling and now vulnerable to all their predators. Caitlyn was panicking, while Vi spread her arms and wore the most serene expression while she fell to her death—ignorance truly was blissful. But Caitlyn wouldn’t allow it. 

Violet!

She dove down to catch her wife. Until Vi’s new back armor began to shift. Like unsheathing a dagger and Vi’s wings popped out. Caitlyn froze. Though hovering midair wasn’t wise at all. A bat-like creature caught Caitlyn in its talons and began quickly flying away.

“Vi!” Caitlyn screamed,

Vi now wore the most dangerous look, glaring at the creatures. Vi was hot on its tail. “That’s—”

An entire murder of crows followed their princess,

“My—” Vi made a fist with her armored hand. “Caitlyn!” she yelled as she flew through the creature. 

Caitlyn was stunned to silence as Vi yanked her back up and flew them towards Mel. 

“I have you!” Vi’s hair was slowly returning to its brilliant red hue. But gosh almighty, 

…did she look so handsome. 

Caitlyn’s prince charming.

Vi sensed her staring and glanced down, winking, “Easy, cupcake. Keep staring at me like that, and we’ll get busy in some budded flowers.” she winked.

And Caitlyn swooned.

<i>cue record scratch</i>

…my Name is Princess Caitlyn Kiramman, and you’re probably wondering how we got here,

A few hours prior.

This was supposed to be a marriage of convenience,

…and the pleasure Vi provided was most definitely convenient. 

Breathless moans easily filled the small area. Nestled in the most ordinary cottage hung a sprite’s nest. High up towards the ceiling, near the bird’s nest open window, was a swinging cage-like home. Thick leaves were sewn together and threaded to much stronger stems. To the human ear, no one made a sound from the house. 

“I’m gonna come again,” …but Caitlyn’s moans filled their home accompanied with the ambience of their love making. “oh!”

“Cait,” Vi’s hair, splayed out like an Ionian fan with sharp edges, was watching Caitlyn with half lidded eyes. 

Watching as Caitlyn oh so slowly lifted her hips, until the tip of Vi’s cock was their only connection before lowering them. Caitlyn kept up this leisure pace. Drawing out their night together. Brows knitting tightly with every stroke. Until Caitlyn firmly sat down, and her body shook. 

Vi massaged Caitlyn’s legs, “That’s it, baby,” planning on letting Caitlyn slowly ride it out, but Vi’s hips jerked once, twice, then her eyes rolled back as she spilled inside her wife, “Oh, Cait—oh my gods, oh—Caitlyn!”

Caitlyn placed her hand on Vi’s chest, rocking her hips to assist in drawing it out for her husband. “God, Vi, you feel so good when you come.” She moaned, “I love it when you fill me up,”

“Like a pastry,” Vi dopily grinned, then sat up. Hugging Caitlyn then flipped them over. 

The slapping of skin that wasn’t loud enough to register on a sound wavelength. But Vi was willing to challenge it. Caitlyn as well. Sure, she wanted a baby, but Caitlyn enjoyed the act of creating one. She never knew how lucky she would be in having a woman capable of impregnating her. 

“Caitlyn,” Vi’s smooth hands, free of beetle-esque armor, caressed Caitlyn’s thin waist down to her thighs. Vi moaned, pulling up like an anchor as she rocked her hips. “Stay there, just like that. Yeah baby, I gotcha.”

Caitlyn was touching Vi everywhere, “Yessss!” she gasped, bucking her hips to match Vi’s strong thrusts, “You feel—!”

“Mhm.” Vi smiled against Caitlyn’s neck, using her new long tongue to snake around and taste what she truly wanted. “Tell me how you want me,”

“Inside,” Caitlyn whimpered, 

Vi chuckled, wiggling her hips, “I’m already there.” She leaned back, smirking down at her wife. “What else?” rising up on her knees, Vi roughly grabbed Caitlyn’s waist, slowing her rhythm. “You want soft?”

“No!” Caitlyn nearly scolded, reaching down to cover Vi’s sharp hands. “Harder! Please, I want you to destroy me!”

“Yes,” The growl that escaped Vi almost caused Caitlyn to orgasm on the spot. Vi bucked her hips, “Mine!” she showed her canines, “Mine,” she repeated.

Caitlyn nodded, “Yes, yes, yours. Yours. Always yours!” Her pussy was just greedily swallowing Vi’s large cock. 

Vi thrusted faster.

…faster,

Bringing Caitlyn higher and higher. 

The princess sprite was thrashing on the flower petals. “Violet, I’m gonna—”

“Yes, Caitlyn!” Vi was now pounding her wife. Short and almost painful thrusts. “Mine!”

Caitlyn clenched around Vi’s dick, milking every potential baby making drop. The princess was completely blissed out. These were the best ways to spend her evening with Vi—

…

The smell of tea awoke Caitlyn from her dream. 

At least, that’s how Caitlyn wished they spent their evenings. 

Always dreaming of what they’re losing. It’s only been a few days since they’ve last—made love, but in fairy world that might as well be several lifetimes. The indigo fairy sighed in her contempt. Caitlyn blinked awake. Feeling the natural pull of the morning star sing to her as she sat up. Caitlyn rubbed out the sleep, effortlessly, before swallowing hard and taking a prepared breath before glancing over her shoulder. 

Vi was almost unrecognizable, save for her face and exposed upper arms (her traditional Zaun tattoos still visible). Though Caitlyn assumed she wasn’t faring any better. Her large wings, folded into themselves, could expand nearly twice her natural arm length. And they shimmered in the sunlight. Vi—well, Vi was snoring, if a fairy could snore, laying “naked” on their bed of flower petals—barely resembling a human. Let alone her husband. And yet, Caitlyn still found her handsome. 

Her armor had traveled, covering most of her legs. Making Vi too heavy to lift. But Caitlyn’s magical body seemed to sense the struggle. And her wings accommodated it. Caitlyn leaned over and kissed Vi’s lips. Smiling when the beetled sprite grumbled angrily and rolled away. 

“10 more minutes,” Vi mumbled.

It alerted Caitlyn. The princess straightened up, “Violet?”

The most words Vi had spoken in hours, perhaps days. Vi’s armor buzzed with her snores. She was hugging a freshly fallen lily petal. It created the perfect pillow for them. When Vi didn’t answer, Caitlyn rolled over to spoon her husband. Not at all bothered by the sharper edges. Caitlyn wouldn’t let go unless she was ripped out of Vi’s arms. 

Caitlyn sniffled and touched Vi’s armor, “I love you,” she whispered.

Vi smiled in her sleep. “Caitlyn,”

Powder was asleep on the dining room floor. A few drops of enchanted honey in her open palm while a few insects ate freely before leaving. 

Mel collected the sweet “treats” they left behind. A special ingredient she wanted to try for the antidote. The mage glanced up, feeling the princess wake up. Mel smiled and grabbed the pot of warm water and poured a few droplets of tea onto a leaf for Caitlyn.

“Good morning, my princess.” Mel whispered, while reaching into her pocket to drink a bubble brew. 

It allowed Caitlyn and Mel to communicate a tad bit easier. She placed a single droplet next to the tea. Caitlyn scooped up the brew and drank that first. She spoke and it created a bubble that floated towards Mel. 

I’m losing more of her everyday, were the words that popped, followed by another. How soon until she returns to me?

Caitlyn’s wings fluttered with her sorrow. Transitioning from a soft indigo to a deep royal blue. Reflecting her raw sadness loud enough for Mel to see. Caitlyn reached out for her friend. 

“Oh Caitlyn,” The mage instantly sat down, massaging her temple with one hand while resting her other next to the fairy, “I’m doing my best, my princess. I won’t rest until you’re both returned to your bodies and safe.”

Caitlyn, who’s hair seemed to have a constant magical flow as though in water, sat next to Mel’s hand and reached for her index finger. Mel opened her fist and sighed her misery as she watched the princess desperately hold onto Mel’s finger and cried. 

Silent cries. Too small to hear except for the occasional squeak.  

Mel lifted Caitlyn, gently brushing her flowing hair, “The prince will be fine. I promise.” 

Caitlyn was standing on Mel’s palm, still clinging to her finger, nodded. I believe you, Mel. I trust you.

“Fairy!” Powder snoring got so loud and violent she spooked herself awake, “We’re surrounded by fairies!” she yelped, jerked into a sitting position, “Ow, fuck,” she slammed her head against the side of the table. “That’s gonna bruise. Ow!’

“Good morning, little one,” Mel greeted with a small grin, “I made tea.”

“Morning,” Powder wiped her hand on her pants and plopped down in front of Mel. She noticed Caitlyn. Though she reached for the skin of wine. “I need something a little stronger than tea for the past few days.” Powder squeezed the skin dry. Dark red liquid spilled past her lips and down her chin, “Ah!” she exhaled, “I need a vacation for this vacation.”

Mel understood. She pet Caitlyn’s hair while thinking. “You’re right, Powder,”

Her apprentice looked so confused, “I am?”

“We should take a breather.” Mel nodded curtly, “Burning ourselves out won’t magically correct this.”

“Eh, you never know,” Powder hiccupped while yawning. “And no offense, master, I’d like some food that isn’t plant based. I want meat. Both kinds,” Powder wiggled her brows, “Eh, eh?!”

Mel chuckled, “You definitely deserve that reward.” The mage looked around the cottage, “Though we should make it quick. We still need to fix this.”

“Yeah, I know,” Powder held out her hand, smiling when Caitlyn flew to her palm, “Hey, princess. How’s Vi?”

Mel pushed an elixir towards her, “Drink the brew first,”

“Right,” Powder carefully let a few drops onto her tongue. Then spoke to Caitlyn. Her voice was silent to Mel’s ears. But it was meant for only fairies to hear. Caitlyn was responding.

Squeak, squeak, SQUEAAAAK!

Powder laughed, “Damn, and then what happened?”

Mel pressed her lips together. At least Caitlyn was so adorable. But she could see the stress line on the wings. “I think Caitlyn could use some fairy wine,” 

Powder and Caitlyn slowly faced Mel. Caitlyn looked hopeful while Powder was just frowning, “Wow, really?”

“Mhm,” Mel hummed, “They both need to relax. Not just us.”

Powder bought a firefly “nest” and brought it back for her sister and the princess. She decorated it with flowers, as usual, and placed it on the table so Vi and Caitlyn could be kept safe while other travelers were aware of their existence.

Powder was watching her sister. 

Vi was running around the table, leaping high into the air and catching bugs. Vi even landed on a bee by accident, but was laughing the entire time while Mel and Caitlyn had to chase her down with the bloodhound elixir. Now silently fatigued, Vi was sitting with her sister for breakfast before they set off for a nearby town for wine and fairy wine. Powder was leaning against her hand, watching Vi enthusiastically rip apart the already tiny pieces of meat. Once finished, Vi got up and waved at Powder. 

Powder tried not to let her emotions get the best of her. “Hey, Violet,”

Vi didn’t answer to her name anymore, unless Caitlyn called her. But it was mainly due to the fact that whatever pheromones Vi was able to smell allowed her to remember they were married. And together, and—

Vi crawled onto Powder’s hand, squeaking a mile a minute. Probably telling a story. Recognizing Powder for who she was: a friendly giant. Powder closed her eyes and lifted her hand, kissing the top of Vi’s hair that was now a deep burgundy; it almost appeared black. 

“I may have prayed once for this to happen, when we were kids,” Powder was trying to listen to Vi, “When you and Yone locked me and Ekko in the armory and said we were being shipped to the front lines. Ekko cried, but I thought I was ready for war.” Powder smiled at the fond memory, “I wanted to kill you with my bare hands when I found out it was a joke. You made me believe I was strong enough to fight with you.” Powder swallowed the lump in her throat, “And now… I know I’m strong enough to fight for you.”

The apprentice glanced down and almost sobbed.

Vi was looking up at her, worried. Whispering while rubbing Powder’s hand in a soothing manner. Always the older sister.

“Mel and I will fix this,”

Powder,  

Powder opened her eyes to glance down at Caitlyn. “Don’t look at me, ugh, I’m sorry,” she quickly wiped her face. “Are you ready to party, princess?”

Caitlyn was holding Vi’s hand and grinned, We are.

Mel once again, forcefully borrowed a horse and carriage for their tip to the adjacent town.

“Cozy,” Powder commented, “This one has cushions for my semi royal ass.” She kept her cloak on. Reaching around her neck she wore the firefly nest where Caitlyn and Vi were reclining in. Powder unhooked it and handed it to Mel, “Here.”

Mel smirked, “Is that your fairy quota for the day? One good meal with your sister buzzing around like an angry bee?”

Powder groaned, “I almost stepped on Vi 3 times,”

“I believe you did once.”

“At least she’s sturdy enough to trip me,” Powder rubbed her leg, “Can apparently lift 100x her weight.”

“Like an ant,”

The adjacent town was far more relaxing, even without the gorgeous cottages.

There were far more weary travelers, drunkards, and even courtesan’s fanning themselves and winking at everyone passing by. No bundles of Noxian soldiers staring a little too hard at the mage, already assuming the worst of Powder, and when they were normal size—gazes lingering a little too long on the princess. The roads were actually paved, even though the quad got out of the carriage and Mel instructed the horse to return to his owner. 

Powder was walking backwards, keeping her attention, “We should do elixir shots!” she smiled. Vi was standing on her shoulder, holding onto the hood’s material. She nodded as though understanding, “Strongest brew. Then we can play cards. Run these drunken gamblers for all their worth.” she 

“You mean the coppers and silvers?” Mel smirked. “What do you think?” She addresses Caitlyn.

We’ll play them for gold. The princess spoke up. 

Caitlyn was sitting on the loop of the mage’s earring. Preferring to stay tucked away from judging eyes. Even though fairies were common around these parts. 

Powder heard it and smirked, “Princess is a gambler?”

 I can make them believe what I want. Caitlyn shook imaginary dice and released a cloud of fairy dust. 

“What’s this?” Mel waved her hand, guiding the dust closer sniffing it before making it disappear altogether. “Princess Caitlyn Kiramman,” she quietly scolded, “You have manipulative powers now?”

Caitlyn was laughing while swinging the earring, Let me have my fun!

Powder frowned, “Is that what the dust was?” she narrowed her eyes, “Do you use that on my prince?”

Caitlyn grew serious and shook her head, Never.  

Vi leaned forward, nearly hanging off Powder’s shoulder, “Hi, Caitlyn!” she squeaked. Even blew a kiss with her claw. 

Caitlyn caught it and blushed. “I miss you, Violet.”

Vi’s grin widened, “I’m still here.” Mel emergency brew keeping the prince’s cognition high and alert.

Powder allowed herself to enjoy these little windows, “Stay with me, sis.”

Mel pulled up her hood, shielding Caitlyn, “We’re here.”

Caitlyn should’ve known Mel was taking them to an unnatural tavern. 

She clutched onto the gold loop as she peeked sound. From half elves to vastaya, sprites and even bug-like creatures that Vi resembled. Her husband was hanging off of Mel’s twists. Staying close to Caitlyn as they looked around the exciting tavern. 

Mel glanced around, “There’s an area for fairies. They’ll serve you wine there.”

“Yes!” Caitlyn flew out of Mel’s hood, holding Vi by her armor. “I need a drink.”

Vi was surveying the area. She perked up, “There’s mini gambling tables.”

Powder snorted, “Alright kids, no cheating, bar fights, or leaving without telling us.”

The fairy entrance was a small mouse size entrance. There was loud music and strobing lights, fairies were stumbling out of their tavern laughing and half dressed. 

Powder leaned closer, “Damn, fairy parties be poppin.” She jerked when someone touched her shoulder.

Mel. “Hey, I know we came here to relax, but—”

“You’re going ingredient shopping.” Powder sighed, “And leaving me.”

Mel grinned, “At least Caitlyn and Vi are distracted for now.” She handed Powder a pouch of coins. “Enjoy yourself, little one. I’ll be back before you know it.”

“And to share a drink with Runeterra’s greatest apprentice?” Powder grinned, cheekily. “Please!”

Mel cupped Powder’s face and nodded, “We deserve it.” she leaned it and kissed Powder’s cheek before swiftly exiting the tavern.

Powder grumbled for all of 3 seconds before rushing to the bar. “Gimme the strongest shit you got.”

The bull-like creature behind the bar looked Powder up and down and scoffed, “And have your dead body dragged outta here. Bad for business.”

Powder placed a handful of coins on the counter, “Listen, meatstick, I’ve had a long few days.”

The barkeep glanced down at the coins, “It’s your funeral, lassy.” he poured Powder a small pint and slid it across the counter. 

Powder eagerly grabbed it. Downing it in a few gulps. She coughed loudly, “Oh… damn!”

The bull-keep smirked, “Dragon’s Ass. Burns going in and out.”

“Fuck!” Powder coughed out a string of smoke, “Another,” she wheezed.

He nodded, “Must’ve been a helluva week.”

Mel was a mage on a mission.

Visiting seers, witches, buying books on the oldest of magics. Even reading up on the forest itself. If it was possible to have held a contempt for the Kiramman bloodline. Targeting Caitlyn, even though Vi was caught up in the crossfire.

All dead ends.

Mel carefully opened the book, “For now,”

She was sitting on a bale of hay outside a cinder shop. The mage had lowered her hood, giving her pages all of her attention, her focus, and her desire to grasp anything of value from them. Most of the common folk hardly spared Mel a glance, only a few here and there took notice of her own traditional tattoos. A few glowed. Most didn’t. 

Though perhaps it was this minor beat of carelessness that someone else found her.

Mel was reading through more ingredients. Memorizing the spells with one of her own, when a scent caught her attention. The same one Vi caught inside the Kiramman walls. The one that followed the group like an incessant shadow; never needing the day to be the gallows in crooks. Pure Noxian.

Mel focused on it.

The shadow smiled, “I know you can feel me, witch.” The huntress announced her position. Even if her voice carried with the winds. 

Originating from everywhere and nowhere. 

Mel closed the book and looked around. 

Seeing children running around chasing fairies, honey bees pollinating the flowers, and an old hooded woman leaning against the wall across the road. Mel stilled her attention on that particular silhouette. She could see the wrinkly skin, blackened teeth, and a hooked nose. 

With a prepared breath, Mel whispered an enchantment, “Revelare!” she hissed.

The hag was slammed against the wall. Her hood fell back revealing fiery red hair and a smirk. Green eyes that nearly matched her own, gleamed, “Clever mage,”

The assassin grabbed the front of her cloak and ripped it off, revealing an array of weapons. “Choose your poison, Daughter of Ambessa Medarda.” she unsheathed a nasty looking dagger, aiming the tip in Mel’s direction, 

Mel’s eyes glowed with her own raw power, “You’re not after the princess,” 

The lithe warrior revealed a twin blade of the first. “I’ll carve your name in your flesh as I deliver your corpse to your mother.”

Mel frowned, “You think I serve her regime?” She readied her staff, slamming it on the ground and the black cloud engulfed them. Taking them away from the innocence of the village. The cloud dissipated like sand on stone. 

Dripping from their bodies as they now stood in the middle of the same forest that cursed her princess. 

Mel kept her guard up, “Whoever placed my name in your—”

The assassin didn’t let Mel explain. 

Mel’s eyes widened, she held out her arms shielding herself from the flying blades. She murmured cursed, “Spiders,”

The assassin looked down, seeing a hoard of spiders (as large as cats) craw up her legs, “Fucking witch!” she swiped at them, “Ugh!” She sliced through the conjured arachnids. 

Like angry shadows dripping in smoke, they still bit and sliced at the assassin’s armor. Cutting through it. 

“Argh!” She yelled, overwhelmed by the amount that kept coming. 

Endless.

She sliced through one and snapped her attention towards Mel, who was now floating in mid air. Eyes whites with the purest form of magic, constantly whispering the same enchantment over and over. The fiery assassin began rushing the mage. Leaping into the air and tossing one of her largest blades. Mel easily deflected it, but it created an opening for the assassin. She grabbed a small tone and a leather pouch, strung together by thin string and placed the pebble inside. 

She wound it up and released it. 

“Ow!” Mel yelped, falling to the ground. She reached up and pulled her hand away, seeing blood. “That hurt.”

She lifted her hand and made a fist.

The assassin yelled in pain.

Mel’s eyes were now normal. She licked her lips. “My spiders tasted your blood. Katarina Du Couteau.” She hissed. “Who are you really after?”

Katarina was hanging upside down from a tree. Her red hair fell freely. She chuckled, “Neat trick, Medarda.” She was strung up by vines, “Wanna see mine?”

She broke out of the vines and freely fell towards Mel. A dagger aimed directly at Mel’s head.

Mel gasped.

Powder was drunk off her ass.

She was dancing and singing. Kissing men and women. Finally able to be free for one day. “Wohooo!”

Gyrating against a beautiful lady. Powder leaned in, kissing her deeply. “You smell nice,”

“Thank you,” the woman’s voice was low and deep. 

Powder jerked back and smiled, “Are you man?”

Her dancing partner shrugged, “I can be whoever want, sweetheart,”

Powder got giddy, “Can you be both?”

Meanwhile in the cupboard of the Fairy cove,  Caitlyn chugged wine from a full tiny cowslip bud. Encouraged by the fellow dancing fairies. Crickets began playing a few instruments, a band of beetles on percussion.

Vi was clapping her claws together, laughing. She nudged a bee, “That’s my wife!” She buzzed while buzzed.

Caitlyn grabbed a magical microphone and began to sing while seductively dancing.  “Sweet dreams are made of this,” She strutted mid air, floating effortlessly, “...who am I to disagree?” she winked in Vi’s direction.

Vi swallowed hard, feeling her shell harden even more. “Cait—,” she husked.

A redheaded sprite entered the cove and immediately set her sights on Vi. “Oh?”

Mel and Katarina were still fighting.

Mel mostly on the defense while the assassin really wanted her blood. “Argh!” she dodged a shuriken, “Whoever sent you most likely works —” she held out hands, shielding herself once again, “...for my mother!”

Katarina twirled her blade, “I don’t care who’s gold it came from. I was only given a name.”

Mel spit out a mouthful of blood, “If it’s gold who requested my blood, will gold keep me alive?”

Katarina slowed her movements. She cocked her head to the side, “Tsk, tsk,” she wagged her finger, “I’m no mercenary. My loyalty resides elsewhere.”

Mel hissed and released the shield, stumbling to her knees. She licked her palm, which had splatters of Katarina’s blood. Mel focused. “You disappointed someone.” Mel breathed, 

Katarina lowered her blades. “You’re reading my memories.”

Mel was staring at nothing, focusing on the images in her mind. “Not just yours.” she glanced up, “You lost your father’s favor.” she swallowed hard, “Like I lost my mother’s.”

Katarina gritted her teeth. “Who are you?”

Mel relaxed to catch her breath. “I’m just Mel Medarda, and I serve House Kiramman as their mage. I promise you, whatever you accuse me of, was not I.”

“You lie.” The assassin approached the fatigued mage, placing the tip of her blade beneath Mel’s chin, “I’ve seen your magic at my father’s bedside before he died.”

Mel frowned, “There is none like me.”

Katarina barely made a face, “So it was you who killed him.”

Mel used the last of her energy to turn the blades to dust. “Ah!” she collapsed, completely spent, “I’ve never taken a life before.” she glanced up and her eyes were glowing again, “But I’ll make that exception for you… and my mother after.”

Katarina rubbed her hands together, almost not even bothered that her prized weapons were gone forever. “It really wasn’t you?”

“Never,” Mel instantly defended her little one. “I’m just here to fix my friends.”

The assassin clenched her fists, shaking with rage. “Those stupid royals that became fairies?”

Mel nodded,

Katarina let out a displeased noise, “Well, mage, this has been thoroughly disappointing.” she reached out, causing Mel to flinch, but she was holding out her hand. “If you never spilt blood, then I will keep my honor. You are not my target.”

Mel glanced down at Katarina’s hand, then back up, “Who sent you?” she placed her hand in the assassin’s.

Katarina clasped onto Mel’s wrist and pulled her up with ease. “Do you want the full truth?”

“Obviously,” Mel winced as she straightened up,

Katarina smirked, “There’s a dead pool with their names on it. But the princess’s blood is the main target. Yours was just beneath hers. As for the source of your assailant, my honor keeps their name off my tongue.”

This worried Mel, “Dead pool? Who created the list?”

“The forest.” Katarina whispered.

Mel sharply inhaled, “The sprites!”

The assassin shrugged.

Mel glanced around, “I know what I’m missing!” She grabbed an empty elixir and ran deep into the woods. 

Katarina sighed before following. “Witches,”

Powder was now dancing with two people. 

Feeling the Dragon’s Ass elevate the apprentice to dangerous heights. Powder wasn’t just drunk, she was drunk of magical whiskey. Every breath she inhaled tickled, while every exhale was like a mist of smoke. Dancing around their bodies like a spell. 

“Hah,” Powder reached up and played with the twirls, “Pretty,” she mumbled.

The woman in front of her was caressing Powder’s face, “Not as pretty as you are,” She pulled Powder into a deep kiss. Her eyes caught the man who was dancing behind Powder.

He glanced back and nodded. Reaching around Powder’s waist to grab the firefly cage attached to her belt. 

Powder felt the movement and roughly grabbed his wrist, “Easy, buddy. I only kiss on the first date.”

The woman held a blade to Powder’s throat, “We want more than that,”

Powder kept dancing, smiling at that, “Oh? You’re into knife play as well?” She asked, too drunk off her ass to realize the danger she was in.

The woman frowned, “No. We want your fairies.”

Powder kept dancing, not missing a single beat, “Well, they’re not with me.” She unlatched the firefly cage and held it up, “See?” 

The man snatched it, “I got the fairies!” He yelled.

Powder head butted the woman and pulled out a knife, slamming it down on the man’s arm. She ripped out the dagger and licked the blade, “Mercenary.” she whispered… before grinning insidiously. “Finally some fun. Sorry Mel!”

Powder reached into her pocket and pulled out an elixir, popping the lid open to chug it. The effects of the alcohol instantly faded. She closed her eyes, tightening her grip on her daggers. “The real dance is about to begin.”

Caitlyn was punching a female sprite for looking at Vi too long. That bug is MY husband, you tramp!

Vi was sipping from a leaf, worriedly watching and wondering if she should intervene. But her mind kept slipping further and further and further…. Until—the beetle sprite grinned dopily. “Yours,” she mumbled.

Vi screamed when the wall exploded behind her. That same friendly giant reached in, grabbing her and her WIFE. “Cait!” Vi began pinching the giant in defense, “Mine, mine, mine!”

“Vi!” Caitlyn scolded. 

“Ow, shit, Vi!” Powder smacked her sister gently. “Ouch—fucking stop it!”

Caitlyn shook off the wine, Powder?!

Powder held up a walnut, “I’m so sorry, but I need you in here.” She shoved the two sprites inside. 

Vi was hissing at Powder, protectively hiding Caitlyn behind her armor. Squeak squeak SQUEAK SQUEAK squeak squeak!!

“Oh I’m sure you will, Vi. I’ll remind you.” Powder snorted her amusement, then softened as she glanced down at Caitlyn. “I need you to trust me, princess.”

Caitlyn held onto Vi’s armor. I do.

Vi raised her claws, ready to brawl with the giant. But Powder closed it and whispered a spell against the shell. It sealed together like an unbroken shell. 

Mel and Katarina were casually returning to the tavern when the door burst open.

The bull barkeep was running with Powder under his arms, “Hide, little witch!” He ruthlessly tossed Powder out, and faced the crowd of mercenaries. “Ah!” he charged back inside. 

Powder grunted in pain, “Sure. Let me run away with a dislocated hip.” She looked up and spotted. She winced. 

Mel rushed to her side. “Powder! What happened?!”

Powder held up the walnut, “You’re not gonna believe this.” her gaze flickered to the assassin, “Who’s your friend?”

Instead of answering Mel pulled out a white elixir bottle. “I have their cure.”

Powder smiled,

Their excited discovery was interrupted by an army of drunkards rushing them. 

After having fed the sprites the two single droplets of the antidote, they fled the hoards and ran into the magical forest.

Mel was leaning against a tree to catch her breath, “You said… the dead pool with their name was from the forest. What does the forest want with my princess?”

Powder was crawling, gasping for breath. “Not all of us can swing on vines or fly. I ran. I had to run to keep up.” she collapsed.

Katarina handed Mel her staff, “The forest will claim whatever it wants. We need to get out of here so you can tell me more about my father.”

Powder’s eye twitched, “Okay, that’s nice, but who the hell is this, Mel?!”

“Katarina Du Couteau. An assassin meant for me.” the mage answered nonchalantly.

But Powder needed Mel to be CHALANT! “Wait,” she kept the walnut close to her chest, “Can we rewind that a bit?!” 

Katarina was listening closely, “We don’t have time for that, little pottery.”

Powder glared, “The fuck did you just call me?”

Mel lifted her hand, “Stop. Shush!”

Katarina smirked. 

Powder felt the ground vibrate. She let out an exasperated sigh, “I can’t outrun this bullshit. It’s always catching up to us, Master.”

Mel held up an elixir, “Now you can.”

…and that’s how we ended up here.  

Me desperately waiting for my husband to return to me. The princess was observing Vi. 

Caitlyn was blushing while holding onto Vi’s shoulders. “Can you hear me?” she whispered, filled with hope. Even as the high winds whistled past them. 

Vi’s cheeks were flushed from the antidote. “I do.” Her eyes locked with Caitlyn’s before lowering to her lips, before leaning in. “I’m here. I promise.”

Caitlyn gasped, roughly holding onto Vi’s neck. Pulling her in tighter. They deeply made out while flying away from danger. Like, how more romantic can they get? They’ll worry about that later as Vi’s wings vanished in an instant with a cutesy ting!

“AH!” They screamed on their way down. 

Caitlyn tried flexing those new muscles that no longer controlled her wings. “We should’ve gone about this differently!”

“You think?!” Vi pulled Caitlyn into her body. Curling herself around Caitlyn as she braced for impact. “I’m sorry!”

Caitlyn was losing her grip as Vi’s skin became more smooth by the second. No more crustacean-like shells hiding the Zaun Prince’s body. As naked as the night they fell asleep in the  grass, Vi and Caitlyn fell into a river. 

Plop!

They were still tiny and barely made a splash. 

But that also meant. 

“Vi!” Caitlyn tried swimming away from a trout.

“I’m coming!”

The world was still much larger. 

Vi swam with the current and punched the fish away from Caitlyn. They struggled to keep their heads above water. “I’m going to throw you!”

“No!” Caitlyn screamed. 

Though Vi already ducked under the water. Grabbing Caitlyn’s butt and launching her out of the river. Caitlyn landed on the shore with a gasp. “I’m never leaving the castle grounds again.” she sprawled on the ground, catching her breath.

“Princess.” Mel’s voice inspired instant relief.

Caitlyn felt a large blanket cover her, “Mel,” she sobbed, “How do we get out of here?!”

“The same way we entered. The forest won’t allow us to leave any other way.” Mel helped Caitlyn to her feet, tying the robe in the front. It was large. Caitlyn stood at a child’s height by now. “I have something of yours.” she lifted Caitlyn’s bow. 

Vi was staggering out of the river. Both hands cupped over her crotch, “Witch.”

Mel smirked, “I can give you clothes, my prince.”

What was probably a few minutes that felt like hours, both Caitlyn and Vi appeared completely normal. 

Caitlyn was standing on the shore, flexing her fingers and back muscles. “Now I feel so incomplete without them.”

Mel was watching her, “You may feel that way for some time. It’s only natural with an overdose of magic for as long as you both have had. Are you alright?”

Caitlyn shook it off, “Fine.” 

Vi was now fully clothed and slipping on a pair of boots that resembled her old ones. She jumped and sighed her disappointment when she only got a foot off the ground. “Dammit,”

Caitlyn was wrapping her hands and forearms, grinning, “What are you doing?”

Vi jumped again. “Not gonna lie, I’m gonna miss being able to jump that high.”

Mel smiled, “Well, Violet, if you miss it that much,” she reached into her satchel, “I believe I can offer a temporary solution to that particular one if you—” she trailed off as she collapsed.

Caitlyn’s attention snapped towards her, “Mel? Mel!” She rushed towards Mel’s fallen body. “What’s going on? Mel! Wake up!” She touched her friend’s cheek, but the mage was out cold. “What?” her hands shook. “Vi?”

“I swear I didn’t hear anyone.” Vi glanced around the forest, clenching her fists. “We shouldn’t have stayed here that long.” she knelt down on the other side of Mel and looked everywhere for—, “There,” Vi saw a small dark on the side of Mel’s neck. “Shit. She’s been hit.” She reached to take it out.

“Don’t touch that!” Katarina’s voice startled Vi and Caitlyn. “One touch of the nightshade and it’s goodnight forever.”

Caitlyn panicked, “What?! She’s dead? No! Mel, no no no!”

“She’s not dead, princess,” Katarina used her gloved hand to pull it out, “Mel’s too powerful for a nightshade dart.” She glanced around the trees above them, “But I think whoever shot it knows that.” she sniffed the air. “Someone’s watching us right now.”

Powder was slowly jogging towards them. “Guys! We have another problem! Noxian soldiers are on our trail!” She was covered in purple goop. 

Katarina smirked, “What the hell did you bathe in?”

“Troll, Cuntarina,” Powder hissed, wiping most of the globs from her face. “I may have had a taste for it with the elixir Mel gave me earlier.”

“Damn,” the assassin whispered.

Vi rushed to her side, “Oh my god, Powder!”

“Vi!” Powder sank into her sister’s arms. “Vi, I missed you so much.” her voice shook, 

Vi tightened her hold, “I’m here. I’m here.”

“As much as I love reunions, we have to get outta here.” Katarina lifted Mel’s body, tossing the mage over her shoulder, “We need to run. Come on!”

The forest was shifting around them as they ran. 

Katarina and Powder took point, while Caitlyn was close behind. Her agile form allowed the princess to easily hop over fallen logs. Vi took the rear wielding twin axes that Powder was able to summon for her. She sliced at the winged creatures flying down to nip at Caitlyn. 

“Ah!” 

Mel’s eyes blinked open, “Powder,” she mumbled. Reaching out to her apprentice. She thrashed with Katarina’s careless running. “Pow!” her voice barely above a whisper, yet the urgency was still present. 

Powder understood what it meant. “I got it!” She grabbed an empty elixir and touched it to Mel’s hand. The bottle glowed white and Powder drank it. White lines crawled over her skin. Powder stumbled through her jog but corrected herself. “Wait, stop!”

“Powder?” Vi frowned,

The mage’s apprentice’s eyes dilated with white power. Powder’s attention was sharpened. She gasped looking up at the surrounding trees. They were speaking to each other. Hissing with the winds, even the winged creatures responded to their commands.

Powder marveled, “I know what the forest wants.” she spoke with layered voices. Sounding like Mel and Powder. She slowed to a stop, raising her daggers. “Sacrifices for the—” her hand shot out, creating a barrier between them and the approaching Noxians. “We’re surrounded.” she bounced on the balls of her feet, “I’m so ready for these assholes. I hate Noxians.” 

Katarina arched her brow, “Really?” she adjusted Mel on her shoulder. “I’m Noxian.”

Powder nodded, “That includes you, bitch.”

“Caitlyn,” Vi pushed Caitlyn behind her, “When you and Powder have the chance, get out of here!”

“No,” Caitlyn prepared her empty bow. 

Vi sighed, getting into a fighting position. “Please, don’t argue with me.”

“I’m not leaving you.”

“I’m not letting you die here.”

Vi glanced over her shoulder, “Don’t make me force you.”

Caitlyn matched her stubbornness, “Don’t make me use my position over you to command you back home.”

Vi lips quirked up, “Don’t make me commit treason to keep you alive.”

“Don’t make me listen to this anymore,” Powder grumbled, 

The not so distant sounds of running soldiers distracted everyone. 

Katarina tightened her grip on Mel. “They’re fast. Here. Take your master. The Zaunite and I will hold them off.”

Powder turned to grab Mel but paled, “What the heck?” she stepped forward and lifted her hand, touching the cliffside, “Was this here before? The forest is trapping us here!”

The other women turned around. Caitlyn frowned, “The forest doesn’t want us to go this way.”

Vi gripped her axes, “Fuck it. We fight our way outta this.” she swung them and snarled, “No one’s getting my wife!”

Caitlyn grabbed her prized bow and aimed it. Holding for only a half second too long, the tension causing her arm to quiver before releasing it. Empty, yet when she released the bowstring strings of white light flew towards her targets. “Argh!”

Vi and the assassin barely glanced at each other. “I’m Vi.”

Katarina offered a curt nod, “Katarina.”

“What do you want with Mel?”

The assassin heard the battle cries, “My family history.” she whispered before running at a tree and disappearing in the thick leaves and branches. 

Vi understood, jogging to the side, leading the hoard away from the princess and mages.

Caitlyn and Powder were carrying Mel closer to the cliffside, hoping to find a detour route.

“It can’t be more than a handful, right?” Powder asked, while carefully sitting Mel down. “Master? Mel?”

Mel’s head rolled to the side, “Powder—my…” she slurred her words. She reached for her satchel, keeping the sacred one closer to her body. 

Powder shook her head, “I can’t. I already drank one earlier. Remember? Mel? Can you hear me?” She was nearly teary eyed, “Caitlyn?”

Caitlyn knelt down, “She’s just unconscious. Mel will be okay. Help me move her!”

Vi snorted before hawking large wads of spit on both blades. “You’re my bitches, Noxus.” She sang, standing there, cock-hipped while smirking when the first wave of soldiers ran through the brush. 

They froze when they only saw Vi standing there. “Where’s the princess?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, booty bop.” Vi ran towards them.

Ducking a large sword and slicing through calves and armor. She kicked one, sending him on his ass. She decapitated that one with ease. Blood sprayed her face. Vi rolled her neck, approaching the two fallen Noxian soldiers, 

“Who sent you?” Vi growled, placed the glowing blade at one’s neck.

They glared. “You’d be better off spilling our—arghhh!”

Katarina sliced through them. She scowled at Vi, “Less talking, more swinging of your blades.”

Vi’s breath was nearly visible. “Aye.”

The Noxian fighters were coming in smooth waves. Not all at once to reveal their true number but enough to give the women hope of an end, then rip it out of their hands. Both Katarina and Vi were their own shadows, cutting down the Noxian soldiers one by one as they attempted to sneak up on Caitlyn and Mel. 

Powder was doing her best to  summon her own powers. Whisper enchantments the forest was readily responding to. Aid them to finish whatever business was needed while escaping with their lives. 

Caitlyn was holding Mel, “Can you summon a horse, hog, anything that can help us carry Mel out of here!?”

Powder was snapping her fingers, “Oh yeah, princess, lemme just get you that fancy horse and carriage!” she snapped her hands again, summoning a small spark.

Caitlyn quirked a small smile, “Being tiny was much easier.”

Powder reached for Mel’s hand, “Help me. Please.” She gasped when Vi instantly appeared from the brush, covered in blood. 

The prince wiped her face with the back of her hand, “What are you two still doing here? Get out!” Her attention snapped to the side. “There’s more.” Vi sounded utterly exhausted at the thought of still fighting. 

Caitlyn yelped as she was yanked from behind. “Ah! Violet!”

Katarina sliced off the soldier’s arms. “There’s no time!”

Vi shoved Powder away and dove into the fray. 

“Violet, no!” Caitlyn yelled, doing her best to drag Mel’s body away from the fight. “Powder!”

With Mel completely unconscious, Powder was in charge of the elixirs. And none of them were prepped for use. Caitlyn was out of magical arrows, and Vi had lost her axes—using her fists against the Noxian soldiers. And their ‘pet’ assassin was actually a decent fighter. Katarina and Vi were a lethal duo.

Caitlyn was kneeling against the far cliffside, delicately holding Mel’s body close, “We’re surrounded, Powder!” She was reaching for Mel’s pouch of darker elixirs. “Vi and Katarina cannot hold them off forever!”

“Mel’s my source of juice, but she has to be conscious for it! I’m dry!” Powder raised her hands to show the previous glow was completely gone. “How do we get outta this? Like rationally—or?”

“Well—,” Caitlyn kept her attention on the men, “...with explosives. And lots of them.” Handing Powder the forbidden vials. “Here! I heard you were good with these.”

Powder’s breathing hitched, eagerly accepting them. “ OH, you speak my language, Caitlyn . ” She made a fist and covered her mouth, already fantasizing about the destruction she was about to wreak.  “I’m so in love with you right now.” Powder flinched as Vi was slammed into the rock next to her. “I can see why you married her.”

“It was kind of arranged!” Vi wheezed, winded. Face red from battle, her hands were stained with Noxian's blood. 

Powder grabbed the ones she recognized. Kissing the lids and whispering a prayer. “Happy progress day,” she cited and wound back her arm, tossing the boiling red one at a soldier. 

His skin burst into flames, “Ah!”

Powder kept tossing more and more. Like having an endless arsenal of explosive elixir’s. She jerked when something large hit her.

Caitlyn’s voice called out to her. Powder!

Powder got lightheaded, dropping to her knees while glancing down. “Whoa,” she touched the end of the spear, “...that’s not supposed to be there.” she collapsed to the ground.

Her hearing was muffled.

Shouting, fighting, yadda yadda, but Powder was smiling. What a way to go.

Until she heard Mel’s voice in her head. Then everything went dark.

Caitlyn was fighting off the men with the blunt end of her bow. Stabbing men in the eye, slicing throats. She didn’t have time to mourn her friend. Which is why she screamed in shock when Powder rose to her feet.

Powder’s eyes were glowing so bright Vi and Katarina had to shield their entire faces. The young apprentice lifted her hands, “The forest has what it wants.”. 

A large burst of energy erupted from her body. Like sonic waves leveling the trees around them. 

Vi slowly peeked. “Is it finished? Did we win?” She was laying on top of something hard, groaning in pain. 

“God, I hope so.” Katarina groaned somewhere beneath a pile of leaves. 

“Powder?” Mel stood up on shaky legs, “Oh no! Powder!” she stumbled towards the younger woman, cradling Powder’s tiny body close. The powerful surge of using Powder’s body as a beacon really took its toll on the smaller woman. “What have I done?! Are you alright? Can you hear me? Powder?!”

The spear was gone and her body was healed. But the level of power this poor soul channeled.

Vi was holding herself.

The angry black lines of forbidden magic still decorated Powder’s skin. “Oh no!” Mel tried rubbing them away, useless, but she was desperate. Powder’s muscles would jerk every so often. Mel squeezed her eyes shut, “No, no, no! You’ll live! That damned witch cannot take you from me.” Mel gently gathered Powder into her arms, sobbing, “Oh, my little one, return to me, please.” She prayed to every goddess, every dark lord, every magical creature that was willing to listen that her apprentice—no, her friend, would make it.

Powder groaned, blinking awake—shivering from the rush of raw power. “Mel?” she whimpered.

“Oh thank heavens!” Mel pulled her in close, “You’re alright, you’ll be okay, you’ll be okay I promise.” She peppered kisses all over Powder’s face. Tasting grit and blood magic. “You’re alive.”

Powder slowly blinked, “You were inside me.” she whispered, a blush rising to her pale skin. “You… used me.”

“I did,” Mel sounded regretful, “I don’t know how, but it’ll never happen again.” 

“Am I—” Powder quietly began, she made some strange hand gestures, “...no longer a maiden?” …almost hopeful in her tone. 

Mel laughed breathlessly, eyes welling up with relieved tears, “No, no, it definitely wasn’t that. ” She tucked Powder into her, holding her apprentice the way her mother used to hold her. “You’ll be alright, little one, I know it.”

Powder groaned her disappointment, “Next time, then.”

Vi breathed out a sigh of relief and rushed to Powder’s side, “Oh thank goodness!” she glanced around, “Wait,” she looked everywhere. “Where’s Caitlyn?”

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“Caitlyn!” Vi’s voice had gone hoarse from overuse. 

She ran through the freaking magical forest like a lost cub. Leaving Mel and Powder behind, running in what Vi assumed was a straight line towards the end. Jumping over small creeks, pushing through the thicket of the wilds. Vi was a prince—a husband, on a mission to get her wife back. Vi’s heart hammered in her chest, but it had nothing to do with physical excursion, she wanted Caitlyn back and safe and in one piece and—

“Caitlyn!” Vi yelled, screamed, shouted—everything. She looked around, hoping to track whoever or whatever took her wife. She’s a protector, this is what she does, to keep her family safe. Vi spun around, “Cait!” Vi felt her gut twist, “You were right!” Vi doubled over, feeling that same anxiety pinch every nerve, “We never should have left the castle! But I thought—” Vi struggled to swallow, “I thought I was keeping you safe by tracking whoever it was.” Vi’s attention was adept to details. 

She looked around, hoping to see footprints in the mud. Vi sniffed the air, trying to gather Caitlyn’s natural scene. The prince yelled into the void, needing her wife to answer back. 

“Caitlyn,” Vi’s throat felt it split open from overuse, “Please, cupcake, answer me if you can hear me!” Vi wiped brow. Spinning around, hearing the leaves rustle and catching glimpses of fairy dust here and there. “You bastards.” Vi was now glaring at the trees, “Where is she!?” her voice echoed back.

Where is she?!

“Caitlyn!”

Caitlyn!

“Did the sprites take you!”

Did the sprites take you!

“I hate this place.” Vi was getting pissed, “What did you do with her!”

Nothing! Her own voice echoed back.

Vi froze, “You do have her.”

We don’t have her! Vi’s voice yelled out from the trees. 

Vi walked forward, looking around like a mad woman, hoping to see those fairy sparkles again. “Wait, wait, come back! She’s my wife, my princess, my everything!” 

Silence.

All Vi heard was her own breathing until,

We don’t have her! Vi’s voice yelled back again.

Vi rolled her eyes, “Take me instead! I’ll be your brainless beetle, but please don’t harm her!”

…

Vi clenched her hands, “I’m an idiot for talking to nothing.”

…

You’re an idiot!

Vi groaned, “I think I’m going crazy from being a sprite for so long.” She jogged forward, more than distressed by this point. “Caitlyn!” Pushing through tree branches and bushes. She saw a clearing up ahead and eagerly pushed through. 

But ended back where she started. 

Mel and Powder glanced up in surprise. Powder pointed, “Didn’t you take off that way? How’d you end up over there?”

“Dammit!” Vi cursed, running off in a ‘different’ direction than the last, though once again—appearing in front of Mel and Powder moments later.

Vi’s face was red, “I’m going crazy!”

Powder was holding her head, “Been there.” She winced, “Stop running in circles, Vi. Please.”

Katarina was crouched, listening to the forest. “Stop running away, Zaunite. We’re clearly supposed to stay together to find the princess.”

“She’s right.” Mel was holding onto Powder, both still recovering. Mel from her poison dart, and Powder from the power overhaul her body went through. Still shivering everyone once in a while. “Gimme a few minutes, and I’ll enchant this elixir to be a bloodhunt.”

Vi was about to rip out her hair. “Okay, okay,” She was pacing the small clearing. “In and out.” She clenched her fists so hard, all her knuckles popped. “She’s alive. These woods wouldn’t allow anything to happen to Caitlyn.”

“We don’t know that, Zaunite.” Katarina spoke up and her lips glowed white before snapping shut. She smirked and glanced down at the mage. 

Vi waved them off, pretending the others weren’t there. The Zaun prince did everything to calm her nerves. “Turn me back into a beetle, step on me, just let her go.” Vi leaned against a tree trunk, hoping the forest was listening to her. “Please. Caitlyn,” She whispered against the bark, “I think I—miss you, so much.”

Vi’s jaw clenched. I didn’t wanna marry at all and now… I just want my wife back. “Because I—because I—”

Admire you.

“...do anything to bring you back to me.” Vi just closed her eyes when Mel gently touched her shoulder. “I’m okay.”

The mage offered a comforting squeeze. “She’s here and alive. I can feel her. Their magics are constantly shifting the woods around us to defend itself. But Caitlyn’s still here. She could’ve been moved away is all.”

Vi leaned into it, “You’re right. You’re right, Mel.”

Somewhere in the middle of the woods, lay a dying princess.

Just kidding.

Caitlyn wasn’t dying. But her consciousness was elsewhere. Laying on a bed of flower petals, Caitlyn was dreaming. Forced by the creature that loomed over her. The shadow cast from above was larger than anything. Completely shielding the morning star, engulfing Caitlyn in shadows. A single claw reached forward and touched her cheek. Before sliding down towards her stomach. The surrounding trees danced in the winds.

The princess moaned in her forced sleep, “Violet,” her back arching, as though receiving the greatest love making of the century. Caitlyn’s brows creased, “...keep going!” Caitlyn’s hand fisted the material of her cloak. Biting her lip in pleasure. “Mm!”

A single sprite landed on Caitlyn's face, marveling at the princess’ dreams. Whoa! More sprites came to witness the magic Caitlyn created in her own mind. 

The shadow’s claw, the size of Caitlyn’s arm, retreated. Leaving the princess unharmed.

…for now.

Mel was concentrating. Holding an elixir filled with water. “Gods, whoever poisoned me surely did their research.” She dropped her hand, exhausted, “I can’t even transfigurate a simple elixir. Turning water into wine was much easier that one time.”

Powder and Mel were standing by a small stream. The apprentice held out her own water elixir, “I’m trying as well, master.”

Vi and Katarina were watching them. 

Both fighters awkwardly stood apart, briefly glancing at each other. Both bright red hair, wearing assigned armor from their respective nations, and both too stubborn to break the incredibly stupid silence. 

Katarina’s twin swords were on her back, it caught Vi’s attention. “Twin blades, huh? Y’know I have twin blades back home. In Zaun.” She added as an afterthought. 

The Zaun prince was social when she wanted to be. Vi loved the audience, though now she craved far more singular. Vi was just hoping she could waste time being annoyed rather than being worried.

The Noxian warrior hummed, “The Prince of Zaun using twin blades to match the Hound of the Undercity? How adorable.”

Vi bristled. Crossing her arms, hoping that flexing would rip her sleeves in half. 

It didn’t. 

Vi shifted her glare towards the mages. “I’ve been fighting with my father’s blades since I was 16 and fought my first battle.”

“Hm,” Katarina scratched her chin with a smaller knife, “I was 13 during my first battle. If one would call it that. I killed lots of men whose names were never uttered again. They were assigned to me because my father had faith in me.”

“I killed my first man at 12.” Vi spat out, already glad the rising annoyance was slowly transcending her worry. “The rest of them were easily killed by my blades.”

“I was 9 years old for my first kill.” Katarina offered, almost smiling.

“I learned the art of war at 7.”

“I’ve been in my father’s wars when I was 6.”

“I became commander of Zaun’s armies when I was 17, just after my first few victorious battles.”

“I didn’t need to lead armies. I killed them in the dead of night.”

“And I—,” Mel’s voice interrupted the two bantering warriors. “...was in my mother’s womb as an arrow nearly pierced me. But the goddesses of my unborn power, saved me even then.”

Katarina and Vi stared at Mel for a moment.

“You win.” Vi muttered.

The Noxian assassin sighed, “That’s why I kept you alive, Medarda.”

Vi stepped forward, “Were you able to get the bloodhunt?”

Before Mel could answer, Powder held up her own bottle. “I did it!” She was sweating and almost pale. “Here. The elixir to help us track Caitlyn.”

Vi eagerly took the bottle, quickly uncapping it. “It’s finished?”

“A powerful elixir,” Mel was slowly appearing as herself. Her tattoos were glowing and pulsing almost. Alive under the mage’s skin. “A single drop led me to you both. It’s best if only one of us takes the elixir. Since it can be a bit inebriating.”

“Huh, okay.” Vi kept her eyes on the strange dark liquid, “I volunteer then.” She held it up and sniffed the contents. “Bloodhunt you called it? What does that mean?”

Powder held out her arm for Mel to hold onto, “Yeah, it can help us track Caitlyn and potentially whoever took her from us—oh, okay,” the apprentice sighed, watching her sister chug the entire bottle. She glanced at Mel, “Why do we bother? Vi’s the reason playing cards have instructions on the back.”

Vi shivered, dropping the bottle. “I’m listening, Pow.”

“A single droplet,” Mel whispered, worried, “Oh, dear.”

Katarina kept her distance though prepared her blades, “When desperation guides a husband’s actions,” she muttered, “...been there before.”

Vi burped loudly, “Okay, I drank it all. Now what?”

“Violet,” Mel pulled away from her apprentice, “...normally it only takes a single droplet to track someone.” She flexed her hands, causing them to spark with magic; desperately, “Though you’ve drank it all.”

Vi blankly stared, “Right,” she held her stomach, felt herself drooling, “Mel, I think something’s wrong.” she tried to force another burp, but her throat tightened instead.

Powder just glared, “Oh so now you’re thinking?”

Mel held out her hand, “Easy, Powder. Our prince is doing what she assumed was best.” 

“Mel,” Vi whimpered, holding onto her throat. Panic setting in, she dropped to her knees, “Mel, something’s—argh!” Vi yelled as a burning sensation traveled from her stomach then everywhere at once. 

Mel stepped forward, “Vi!”

Vi’s entire body was on fire. Her skin was steaming where the heat was escaping. Vi curled into herself before falling, catching herself on the enchanted grass. “Cait—I’m…” sorry, the prince wanted to say before her vocal cords swelled shut, tightening to the point of excruciating pain while they expanded. Vi’s eyes filled with tears, unable to scream, unable to stop the elixir to do what it was initially meant to. Vi’s vision faded to a sharp red hue. She could her own pulse underneath her skin. Vi watched as her hand grew, filling with fur. 

“Ahhhhhh!” Vi yelled one final time as a human before it was replaced by a howl.

“Mel, oh my gods,” Powder and Mel watched in horror (Katarina, in interest) as Vi stood up. Now standing several feet taller than them. 

The steam surrounding Vi slowly dissipated. The large beastly shadow, wore a prince’s ripped armor. The pants were being stretched to the fullest, while fur peaks out of the rips. Vi’s hackles raised as she snarled dangerously. Warningly. Her canines glistened in the daylight. “Mel,” Vi growled, 

Mel held up a shield around herself and Powder, “I’m right here, Prince.” She announced, 

Powder was just in awe of what the elixir was capable of doing. “Damn, that could’ve been me that one time.”

Mel tried not to smile, “It was you that one time. I just made you forget.”

Powder balked, “I was a werewolf?!”

“No, you were something much more dangerous.”

Vi heard them and glanced down. Her glowing red eyes singled out the mages through the steam. But once the smoke cleared, Vi’s gaze softened and her tail wagged, “Okay, I think I’m better now.” she cocked her head to the side, “Why are you small?”

Relieved, Mel lowered her hands, though kept up the shield, “You’re a werewolf, prince.”

Vi perked up. Her tail is now thrashing, “Really?” before she could get too excited her entire body froze. In the beastly form, Vi’s expression was much more serious. She sniffed the air. “Caitlyn.”

“Good,” Mel readied her staff, “...girl. Now lead us to her!”

Vi got on all fours and could see the trail of Caitlyn’s scent. Her stomach rumbled with so much anticipation. “Cait—,” she took off on a run.

Katarina ran after the wolf. “I’ll keep my eyes on her, witch!”

Finally! Vi thought as she was able to move around the forest without hindrance. 

The trail was as bright as it was loud. Caitlyn’s pulse reverberated up Vi’s paws and into her own heart. It was weak but it was alive. The forest never shifted around the werewolf.  Vi’s focus was narrowly guided through the thicket. Vi kept running even if her heart was hammering in her new chest. Begging her body for rest. 

No rest until I have sights on my wife. Vi howled,

Katarina wasn’t far behind. The assassin easily kept up, shouting directions for the mages to follow. 

The beast skidded to a stop when she came across a sudden clearing. 

Caitlyn!  

A purposeful area filled with flower petals everywhere. A stream separated the werewolf from her prize. “Cait,” Vi’s voice grumbled. Vi stood up on her hind legs, awkwardly walked forward. She sniffed the air, waiting for a trap. “What the hell?”

Vi slowly blinked, wondering if the bloodhunt was making her see things that weren’t there.

Mel and Powder breathlessly caught up. Both gasping. 

Caitlyn was safe. More or less. Laying on a bed of flowers while sprites danced around her body. Vi glared. The same sprites that cursed her and Caitlyn. Vi’s beastly form stepped closer, but Mel stopped her.

“Wait, we don’t know what they’re doing with her.” Mel was looking around, trying to spot a trap.

Vi rolled her neck, ready to throw hands with an army of Tinkerbells. “I don’t care. They shouldn’t have taken her from me.”

The buzzing from the sprites grew louder. All the different magics swirled together to create a beautiful rainbow. Vi howled loudly, grabbing all of the sprite’s attention.

Powder groaned and lifted her own makeshift, “Gods, we’re going to die now aren’t we?”

Mel’s eyes glowed white, “Not today.”

The ground shook where Vi stood. Vibrated. The werewolf sniffed the air, confused why she was gathering Caitlyn’s—uh, excitement?—as well as… Vi’s stumbled as the shaking grew stronger. The trees surrounding the misfit bandits played music. Drums, strings… and angelic vocals. 

Powder moves to the beat, “They have great music, Mel.”

“Enough of this,” Vi rushes  forward, as a wolf hybrid she leaps over the body of water and lands next to Caitlyn. Vi immediately for her wife’s body. But the sprites begin to swarm. And fast. Like bees without the stinging. “Mel! Powder!” Vi panics. Swiping at them and missing all of them.

The sprite’s target their anger on Vi. But they’re just yelling at her. Pointing their fingers in a scolding manner. Vi just blinks. “Wait, I can understand them?”

The wolf steps back as smoke emitted from their bodies. Vi reached for Caitlyn, gently picked her up, “Cait, can you hear me?”

Caitlyn’s head rolls to the side, barely opening her eyes. She’s not even surprised to see an auburn beast holding her. If anything, the princess greedily reaches for Vi’s fur, “Vi?” She mumbles before passing out again. 

Vi holds Caitlyn close to her chest, “Mel!” she shouts, “Get us out of here!”

Mel’s tattoos are fully glowing. She’s holding out her arms protectively, “Spirits of the sacred forest, we mean no harm! Please, let us leave!”

The sprite hiss in a singular cry.

Vi listens and frowns. She glances down at Caitlyn, her large beastly hand covering her wife’s belly. Vi sniffs the air again… then her eyes widen. Her tail wags faster, “Caitlyn?” Vi lifts Caitlyn closer, using her new bloodhunt abilities to see where the new pulse had formed. “Cait.” her deep voice whimpered with emotion, “We’re gonna have—you’re—,”

Vi yelled when the sprites exploded in fire. 

All of them were furious.

Vi covered Caitlyn’s body with her own. Tucking Caitlyn tighter into her. Crying out in pain, as the heat became too much. “Ahhh!”

Mel was trying to move the flames away from Vi, but the sprite's magic were too powerful. The entire area was engulfed in flames. Powder was standing behind Mel, watching in horror as the flames buried Vi and Caitlyn. “Noooo!”

The sprites flew in a spiral. Smoke covered them as their shadow grew. Wings flutter, sending the flames everywhere. Vi’s now running, her entire back on fire, but she doesn’t care. She needs to get Caitlyn out of the forest. 

Vi’s fur slowly melts away as the elixir’s effects begin to fade. “Caitlyn, wake up!” She drops to her knees, shivering, “Please…. Help me,” she whimpers before passing out, laying on top of Caitlyn.

Protecting her wife even through pain.

Mel’s eyes are now pure white, “I see you, deceiver!” she snaps her hand out, as though grabbing someone. “Reveal yourself! You’re no innocent fae!”

A laugh erupts from the smoke. A large claw steps forward. 

Powder takes her own cautioned step backwards, “Mel—,”

A dragon’s snout pokes through, wearing the smoke as though it were clothed by it. The winged serpent is elegant. Gold and white. Her eyes almost appear human as she smiles at the mage. “All powerful bloodline, mage.” she whispers, “Daughter of Ambessa Medarda, we have waited for your return—,”

Mel falters, recognizing the voice, “You.”

The dragon leans down, “...mother.”

“Mother?” Powder’s mouth falls open, “Mother of a dragon?!” she stares at the camera, “I wonder what series the author was binging during these scenes.” 

Mel keeps her guard up. She raises her staff, “I’m an outcast! I do not serve Noxus anymore!” 

The dragon grinned. She seductively crawled towards Mel, “No matter, mother of magic. You wanted answers. I have them.”

Katarina stepped out of the shadows. “I’ve seen curses like this before.” she glanced at Mel, “My own sister was on the same side as this beast.”

The dragon tapped her claws on the burning ground. “Cass. She’s a great ally of mine.”

Katarina holds up her blades, “We have no allies.”

Before Mel could respond, the dragon lurched forward with inhuman speed and snatched the mage. Flying straight up into the skies.

Powder sighed her disappointment, watching them leave. “Dammit, Noxus, that could’ve been our ride.”

~~~

Vi sputtered and coughed through the smoke.

She vaguely remembers where she was and why she was there. But a hand caressing her chest woke her up. Still dizzy, Vi blinked rapidly, trying to push the hand away.

But the hand now firmly pressed down, “Are you alright?” A woman’s voice asked.

Vi’s vision wasn’t all too clear, but she wasn’t sure if she recognized the beautiful woman in front of her. Though her attention cast down on the hand. Vi groaned in pain, trying to push the hand away again.

“Vi,” the voice sounded frustrated, “What are you doing? Are you okay?”

Vi whimpered, “You need to leave—”

The woman looked upset and pissed off. “Wha—”

“My wife wouldn’t appreciate you rubbing my chest like that.” Vi tried to turn away, “She’ll kill you.” she whispered, almost dreamily.

“Vi,” The woman giggled softly, “It’s me, Caitlyn. I am your wife.”

Vi felt her world spin as she snapped her attention back to the woman—uh wife. Her vision slowly cleared, and Vi grinned, “Hey… wassup, wife?”

Princess Caitlyn had soot all over her face, “You took a direct dragon blast.” she rubbed Vi’s chest again, “Whatever elixir Mel gave you sort of worn off. But it healed you.” Caitlyn’s eyes were teary, “You saved me.”

Vi licked her lips, human once again. “How do you know I took an elixir and I’m not just cool like that?” She slurred her words.

Caitlyn’s face flushed beat red, “Well,” she glanced down at Vi’s body. “It’s pretty obvious.” 

Vi struggled to glance down at her own body. She was still wolfed out. Sort of. Her hands were massive as beastly paws, but human shape. And Vi was still a werewolf from the waist down. Showing off excitement from being around her wife. Vi smirked, “Cool. I still have my—”

“Sh,” Caitlyn hushed Vi with a light kiss. “I’m just glad you’re okay. After the Noxians soldiers, the sprite curse, Caitlyn was holding in tears, “When I thought I was losing you to a bug… I think I—I,”

Vi sobered up instantly. Hearing the honesty in Caitlyn’s tone. “Caitlyn,”

“I think I’m beginning to appreciate you more. I like you.” Caitlyn sobbed, “I’ve never been more grateful to have been married to someone as brave as you. “I like you, Violet.”

“Oh?” Vi was still swaying, delirious from the elixir. “I like you too. You’re pretty. And sweet.”

Caitlyn let out a shaky breath, leaning forward to gently press their heads together. “I might even love you, Vi.”

The princess could almost feel Vi’s smile, “I love you too, Cait—,”

“Okay, I love you too, guys!” Powder interrupted, sounding panicked, “You’re married. Husband and wife. Can we please get out of here and find Mel?!” She ran past them in urgency. 

Vi groaned, “Wife.” she grinned dopily.

Caitlyn removed her cloak and covered Vi with it. “Husband, let’s go home.”

Vi allowed Caitlyn to help her up, but once she stood upright she remembered something. She glanced down at Caitlyn’s belly. “By the way, Cait—,”

Caitlyn was using her sleeve to wipe Vi’s face clean, “Yes?”

Vi swallowed nervously, “At least once we return you to the Queen, we’ll have great news to share.” she rubbed her hands, “I finally did my assigned duty.”

Caitlyn slowed her movements, frowning, “Your duty?”

Vi smiled, like a proud father. “I think, no I know. I saw that you’re pregnant, Caitlyn.”

The princess blinked. Gauging her husband carefully. Caitlyn rubbed her own stomach, cautiously. “How do you know?”

Vi covered Caitlyn’s hands with her own, “I saw it. With the blood-hunt elixir. It wasn’t tracking you. It was tracking our baby.”

Caitlyn stilled for a moment. “A baby.” her eyes briefly flashed with sadness, but it wasn’t what Vi assumed it was. “Your duty,” she echoed. 

Vi instantly corrected herself. “I mean, I want this. I want a family with you.” Her large wolf feet shuffled nervously in the dirt, “I’m falling in love with you, Caitlyn. This adventure, as strange and life-threatening as it was, made us closer than ever before. We were like roommates with benefits.” Vi held up Caitlyn’s hands, “But now, I can show you how you really mean to me.”

Caitlyn was watching her. Breathing as steady as the days she shoots her arrows at unmoving targets. Caitlyn steps forward, cups Vi’s cheeks and whispers, “Can you show me now?” she husks.

Vi’s shocked. “I mean, yeah, but like… now, now? I have um—,” she glanced down at the brink pink head poking out from a furred pouch, “I have a knot?”

Caitlyn’s eyes darkened, stepping even close until their bodies touched, “Do you?”

Vi swallowed hard, but her body instantly reacted to Caitlyn’s scent. 

Scent? Well, the prince was still half werewolf. All the perks and downsides were limited. So Vi pulled Caitlyn into an open-mouth kiss. Moaning instantly as Caitlyn rubbed herself over Vi's strange erection. The prince grabbed Caitlyn's ass and kneaded the plump flesh. "I'm going to make love to you until the full moon,"

Caitlyn whimpered, "Please."

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To think the first time they attempted love making, Vi only lasted 3 seconds. 

Vi had coy smiles, was a charming gentle prince, and yet never bedded anyone as well as she was now. For Caitlyn, the first time they had sex, she was glad it was over so soon. The poor virgin Zaun Prince with the most glorious baby making weapon in her pants had no use for it until now. But after everything they’ve been through these past few weeks, the princess wanted nothing more than to impale herself on Vi’s python. Riding that devilish girth until the sun rises. Though also—,

…Caitlyn yearned for romance.

And what better love story than two heirs forced into a marriage of open contempt; only to fall in love at the cusp of war. The princess cupped Vi’s face as though finally seeing her prince for the first time. Caitlyn once hated this face, though only for how handsome it was—forced into her life through their arranged marriage. Caitlyn held Vi’s strong jaw, feeling the strength underneath, knowing what Vi nearly sacrificed to find her, and seeing the raw undying devotion in her husband’s eyes. Vi’s eyes were curtainless windows to a myriad of emotions. 

“Violet,” Caitlyn’s lips trembled, 

Caitlyn yearned for intimacy. 

Vi was much taller with her new legs, so Caitlyn had to tiptoe to rub their faces together. Needing to touch Vi in any way. The prince held Caitlyn’s waist, closing her eyes while the princess peppered her face with kisses. Taking her time smelling Vi, rubbing her lips over warm and soft skin. Vi sighed, content and enjoying the attention. When Caitlyn pressed closer, Vi tried so hard not to moan, instead leaning down to lick Caitlyn’s exposed shoulder. The princess responded by combing her fingers through Vi’s wild hair. Once kept in a neat side braid, now loose and wavy and perfect for balling her fist and pulling Vi closer.

Caitlyn yearned for raw passion.

The princess yanked her husband into a kiss. Giving what she wanted to receive. Pouring herself and desires into every wet smack, every tongue caress over the other, and the way they swallowed each other. 

“Vi,” Caitlyn’s voice was guttural, desperate. Pushing herself against Vi’s erection. Pissed and frustrated it was pressing against her stomach and not where she needed it. “I wanna feel you. All of you.” She lifted her leg as though trying to climb Vi. 

Vi grabbed Caitlyn’s butt and effortlessly lifted her. “You want it?”

“Yes!” Caitlyn squealed her relief, rubbing herself on Vi’s massive cock. “Yes, yes, yes, oh my gods—I need you!”

“Have me.” The wolf prince smirked, pressing her elongated tongue against Caitlyn’s neck. Feeling herself grow even harder. “Mm!” Gods, was her cock more sensitive this way! Vi growled, panting hard, “Caitlyn,” 

With the new angle Caitlyn was able to really rub herself over Vi. “You feel so wonderful,” She gasped as her back was pressed against a tree. 

Dry humping in the middle of a forest that cursed/blessed them. Caitlyn used the tree to push herself harder against her husband’s cock. Not even bothered by Vi’s smiling against her skin, breathy laughs every time Caitlyn feels herself flood at the glorious friction. 

“Vi, I need—” Vi’s erection was rubbing her outer lips and inner thigh, so close yet so far away. Caitlyn rotated her hips, hoping to get Vi where she wanted her. “I need you, I need you so much!”

Vi groaned, low and throaty, reaching between them to move herself. Placing herself directly over Caitlyn’s clothed clit. 

“Unnnngh!” Caitlyn was about to explode already, but feeling the warm and wet knot brush her most sensitive nerve made her come. Hard and shaky. “Violet!” Holy forest spirits the way the heat burned through the material of her clothes was just a new spritey experience. “Vi,” she called out, breathless, while clinging to Vi’s shoulders. 

Vi rocked her knot against Caitlyn’s crotch. “Hm!” suffering her own raw pleasure, “Cait, holy shit,” Her larger hands gripped Caitlyn’s thighs, trying to spread them wider, “I can smell it!” Vi gasped. Rubbing her leaking wolfcock all over Caitlyn. “I know what your come smells like—oh my gods!” 

And now, Caitlyn yearned to be fucked so hard. 

“Vi!” Caitlyn throbbed at the thought of it. Her heat pulsed so hard, the princess was certain Vi could feel it throb her name in morse code. “I need you,” She kissed Vi deeply. “I need you,”

Vi returned the kiss with far more aggression than she intended. It could’ve been her new wolf side. But the proud Zaun Prince was now a mewling animal ready to have her wife in the wilds of a magical forest. “Uh huh,” 

“Vii,” Caitlyn roughly yanked on Vi’s hair, “Please!” Her body was begging that cock to come inside. “Make love to me,” Caitlyn whimpered.

Vi used every fiber of her being to pull away. Her large hands reached for Caitlyn’s pants, untying them. The paws were so deliciously rough on Caitlyn’s tender skin, she didn’t even care if Vi broke skin. As long as Vi broke Caitlyn’s back with the kind of rough love making the princess has only read about in books. Vi struggled with the knot… again. Caitlyn chuckled,

Vi glanced up, “Sorry. I don’t wanna rip your clothes. Mel just got them for you.”

Caitlyn sighed, “Oh, Violet, I don’t fucking care.”

Vi slowed for a moment, then ripped the material. Watching carelessly as the ruined material fell to the ground. 

Caitlyn was panting, “Yes,” she helped remove her top. Moaning her relief when their naked chests finally touched. “Finally. Yes, don’t stop touching me with those hands.”

Vi laughed softly, “Don’t worry, I won’t.” She easily gathered Caitlyn in her arms again. Though instead of pressing Caitlyn against the tree, she glanced around for a nice spot. Vi hissed as Caitlyn kept rubbing her now dripping cunt over her sensitive cock. “Easy, Cait—I’m tryna find us—oh shit!”

Caitlyn moaned, “Here. Anywhere is fine. Just please give your new—Ah!” She gasped loudly. Feeling Vi angle the new tip at her entrance. “Oh my god… it’s already so big!”

“I’ll go slow,” Vi was panting, trying to keep it together. Her muscles strained to hold Caitlyn with one arm while angling herself with the other. “I promise…” Vi’s eyes stung with tears of raw pleasure from the sheer tightness . “Tell me to stop if it’s too much.” 

Princess Caitlyn, now designated size queen, shook her head. “Never.”  she bucked her hips, pushing Vi in deeper. “Oh my gods!” It almost felt like it was too much.

Almost.

Caitlyn held her breath, shivering. Feeling static all over her body. She tightened her hold on Vi, “It’s so good.”

Vi was red in the face, “Cait,” she squeezed her wife’s hip. “I might come, and I’m not even halfway inside you.”

This caused Caitlyn to open her eyes, “Wait, really?”

Vi was breathing hard against Caitlyn’s breasts, “Yes,” 

“I want it all.”

“Believe me,” Vi pushed her hips again, stopping when she met resistance. “...I’m trying.” —not to burst this romance bubble with premature ejaculation. Vi buried her face in heaving breasts, groaning loud. “Fuck,”

No, no, no! Vi squeezed her eyes shut, This won’t be like the first time. They’ve made love before, though with her slightly larger girth, it felt like new all over again. But Caitlyn deserved the romance, passion, and intimacy she clearly craved. 

That’s when Vi felt it again.

Caitlyn was coming.

Vi’s mouth dropped open, “Caitlyn, oh god,”

Caitlyn was shaking, sweat quickly forming on her forehead. She was too busy jutting her hips with sharp quick movements, riding out her second orgasm. Vi assisted, holding Caitlyn’s tiny waist with a single large hand. Keeping Caitlyn from jerking away. 

“I’m so sorry,” Caitlyn didn’t sound apologetic at all. Smiling lazily, “You just feel too good.”

Vi leaned back, matching her wife’s easiness to this addition. “I want to fuck you,” The prince almost regretted the crude language, until she saw the look Caitlyn was giving her. “I mean—,”

“Do it, Violet.” Caitlyn challenged, already moving her hips again. “Take what you want.” 

The drool that gathered in Vi’s mouth was a dangerous reminder that she was no longer fully human. And it was a carnal—feral desire to take, take, and take her… mate. Vi would deal with the semantics later, but now she wanted to have Caitlyn the way they’ve never had each other before. The limited time with these post sprite emotions, werewolf girth, and whatever surprises they haven’t discovered. 

So there on the ground, Caitlyn writhed on the cool grass in a similar manner to what began this whole mess. Making out with her husband with romance, intimacy, and passion… their love that created new life. Vi broke their kiss, licking down Caitlyn’s body. Tempted to use her teeth, yet easily refrained from biting skin. She licked at Caitlyn’s sweat, drinking everything, and even going lower to—

“Wait,” Caitlyn sat up, leaning against her elbows, glancing down at Vi. “I need you up here, with me.” she held out her hand.

“I just wanted to taste you like this.” Vi proved her point by dragging her elongated tongue though Caitlyn’s folds. Slurping it like soup. Her eyes rolled back at the enhanced flavors. “Oh my gods,” Vi dove back in, “Thank you, Mel,” Lick, “...for these,” Slurp, “...powers.”

Vi wormed her tongue inside, wiggling it. Thrusting in and out. Bright yellow eyes watched perfect breasts shake—rise and fall with Caitlyn’s breathing. Caitlyn was so far gone, ripping out handfuls of grass, covering her face—cursing not so lady-like. Vi’s hot breath kept Caitlyn’s flavor so fresh, every swallow renewed the animal side of her mind. Her sharp teeth brushed against the tender flesh of quivering thighs. 

“Cait,” Vi growled, thrusting her knot against the grass. Whenever Caitlyn’s walls squeezed her tongue, Vi rocked against the ground.

“Violet!” Caitlyn was hyperventilating from the aggressive attention. Brows furrowed while slowly reaching down to Vi’s hair. She gently brushed away a few wild strands, then she fisted her hand, “Please, come here.” She wasn’t beneath begging for what she wanted. 

And it was her husband making love to her, rightfully.

“Give me you,” Her eyes were clearly on the large erection, “All of you. Now,” 

Vi sat up, tail wagging. Smiling like she already won, “I’m here.”

Caitlyn hooded eyes watched her husband, looking over her new body, then with a determined nod—Caitlyn rolled on her hands and knees. Reaching behind her for a large paw-like hand, “Touch me,”

Vi felt her cock jump at the sight of Caitlyn’s visible slick in this new position. Presenting herself like the good mate—uh, wife she is. But gods, did Vi just want to worship that body. She shuffled forward, kneeling behind Caitlyn, rubbing her erection over the slick.

“Violet,” Caitlyn whined, needy. Oh so needy, “Please!”

Vi grabbed her dick, angling it. Pushing the head against the opening, “Tell me if it gets—ohhhh Caitlyn!” her wife was too impatient for the warning. 

“Finally,” Caitlyn pushed herself back. Sheathing herself on the large and throbbing cock. Spreading herself more than before. “Gods!”

Vi was panting hard. Kneeling there while Caitlyn fucked herself on Vi’s new wolfcock. Though it didn’t last long. The werewolf was so wound up like a bowstring, Once she felt the back of Caitlyn’s thighs Vi came.

“Ah!” Vi grabbed Caitlyn’s waist, “Caitlyn, oh my god, I’m coming!” Her much larger frame doubled over, covering Caitlyn’s body with her own. Humping the fat and soft ass until her hips shook. Vi pressed her face against a toned back, gasping for air. “Caitlyn,”

Caitlyn moaned, slightly moving to get more comfortable on the ground. She was still holding one of Vi’s large hands, “Make love to me until I cannot any longer.” was whispered like a prayer.

And Vi, the loyal Hound of Zaun, obeyed. 

They made love in the magical forest, filling the quiet space with their moans and whispered promises. They fucked. 

Vi pounded into Caitlyn from behind, howling like a wolf. The not-so-distinguished princess was bred so thoroughly and so well she was nearly growling herself. Vi’s wolf appearance was fading by the hour. Slipping away with each thrust, but Vi did what she’s been craving. When Caitlyn was mewling, whining to not stop—never stop, Vi glanced down at the swollen base of her cock and made a decision.

She slowly and carefully pushed it inside. Eyes rolling back at the sensation, “Oh… fuuuu—,”

Caitlyn was a mess. Unable to even breathe, form a thought, remember her own name. She just laid on the grass while they both rode out the most intense orgasm of the night. 

Vi gave and gave for her princess that night. 

Once they are crowned Queen and King consort, they’ll think back on this night and share a secret laugh.

The additional knot at the end was a plus!

Born in the lands of fighters and war, birthed a soul so gentle every nation was aware of her.

Master of magic Mage Mel Medarda sat in the shaded area, beneath her dragon’s outstretched wing while she read, wrote, and learned more everyday. Her tattoos now covered her entire body.  Head to toe and inbetween, they got everyone’s eyes (besides the large dragon she’d arrive on), and they allowed the mage to channel her raw powers from within. Hardly an incantation was whispered, no more elixirs needed to be brewed, if Mel wished it—it would happen. 

A goddess, many called her.

But to Mel, she was just… Mel.

“You’re lost in those thoughts again,” Riven’s voice mirrored Elora’s, a childhood friend that no longer was. 

An ageless creature that has no master, no kin, only the kinship of power. The same that flows through Mel’s veins. Both born from the same fires, both use it for life instead.

Mel glanced up, smiling when she spotted Katarina asleep on Riven's back. Enjoying the sun and the safety that comes with it. “My thoughts?”

Riven’s leaned down, the edge of her pointed snout barely touched the book Mel was writing in, “I feel them. Are you worried about their baby?”

Caitlyn’s and Vi’s child. Not yet born, though the main topic of gossip and chatter across the nations. 

“I worry for their safety.” Mel closed the book and placed it in her bag. “I worry that Noxus will challenge Vi’s paternity. Wage a new war,”

“A war that could easily be won with a dragon, Medarda.” Katarina mumbled, waking up from her impromptu nap.

Riven rolled her long neck, as though irritated by an insect crawling over her. “I do not fight, assassin.” The large beast lowered itself completely to the ground, resting her head next to Mel’s hip. “I only listen to Mother learn,” Riven serpent tongue stuck out,

Mel nodded, “It’s true.” She placed a dead treat on the dragon’s tongue then stood up. “Riven’s been chained in that forest for centuries. I doubt waging vengeance on the now peaceful descendants will reap anything valuable.” She pat Riven on the head, 

The dragon hummed so low Mel felt the ripples in her chest.

“It’s wasteful,” Katarina yawned while stretching. “We finally have an indestructible creature at our fingertips,”

“Ours?” Riven inquired, almost amused.

The assassin reached down, holding out her hand for Mel to take.  “It’s in your favor to spit some fire here and there. Make them believe you both thirst for blood.”

Mel grabbed Katarina’s hand, gasping under her breath at how easily the woman lifted her. Mel almost stumbled forward but Katarina caught her. They stared into each other’s eyes. Mel swallowed nervously under the intense stare, so Katarina broke it off for them. 

“I hear you Lord Talis will be there,” She sat comfortably behind Riven’s head, “Will you make your move on him? He seems genuine.”

Mel held onto a strong waist, “I’m not sure. He is… very handsome. But—,” she rested her cheek against a strong back, “He’s not—,”

“The Talis Lord is perfect for you,” Katarina knows the looks the mage sends her way. Though as an assassin, she has no place for romance. 

Riven waited until Mel was seated behind Katarina then rose to her feet. The dragon was perched at the edge of a magnificent cliff. Her wingspan, larger without the forest binding them. Riven dropped off the side of the mountain, free falling until she flapped her wings. Commanding the winds as she flew towards the Plains of Piltover. 

Mel was pointing where to land, “Keep away from the carriages. Royalty from other nations are here for the coronation ceremony!”

Katarina steered them, “I think they’re for something else as well!”

Lord Commander Leona, now donned with a white cloak signifying her new station, smirked while she stood outside Princess Caitlyn’s rose room. The Lord Commander curtly nodded, “I know I’ve said it before, my prince, but congratulations on the expecting baby.”

Prince Vi stood opposite the promoted knight. Her hair was trimmed (off the top mostly), and her braid was freshly done. Bejeweled with Powder’s assigned gemstones and other traditional Zaun leathers to wrap the bundle at the end. The stylish wolfcut was neatly combed this morning. No more leaves, stems, or possible bugs—Vi was home and awaited her pregnant wife for their coronation ceremony. Her sleek outfit was something Vi would never wear, but it matched Caitlyn’s traditional gown from their lineage home nation: Ionia. A hanfu she was told. Even wearing Ionian earrings to match. 

Prince Vi’s chest puffed with pride. Her smile never wavering, “Thank you, Leona.” She swallowed down her nerves, “It’s a dream come true,”

Leona understood, “As your new Lord Commander to the queensguard I will say one thing, my prince.”

Vi glanced up, “Yes?”

“If you take the princess—,” Leona straightened up, “My future queen away from the safety of this castle—”

Vi pressed her lips together, rightfully ashamed.

“...I will take matters into my own hands, my prince.” Leona kept her hand on her sword, “Respectfully, of course.”

Vi thought about it and slowly smiled, “I expect nothing less from an honorable knight.”

Before the two warriors could continue their conversation, Caitlyn’s door opened. 

The handmaidens stepped out first, one of them spotted Prince Vi first. She smiled, “My Prince,” then stepped aside for Caitlyn. “Your future Queen awaits.”

Gods be still Vi’s pathetic beating heart. 

Vi stepped forward, not hearing nor anyone else the moment she set her sights on Caitlyn. The Ionian gown had a long trail to tie in her new Piltovian roots. The hanfu hid Caitlyn’s slightly swollen belly from unknowing eyes. Even if the current sitting Queen Cassandra was going to make the big announcement.

“Cait—,” Vi lifted her hand, gently caressing Caitlyn’s chin. She didn’t want to mess up the perfect makeup, but to hell with it. Vi leaned in.

Caitlyn eagerly accepted the raw and passionate kiss. “Vi,” she mumbled against her husband’s lips. “I love you so much,”

“You look so beautiful,”

They whispered at the same time.

Vi and Caitlyn both giggled. Blushing like adolescent teens on their first courting. 

“I love you too,”

“You also look so handsome,”

They echoed each other. 

Leona almost rolled her eyes, “Her Grace must be waiting for us,”

The handmaidens were watching with apt attention. Enjoying the raw emotions both Vi and Caitlyn openly shared now. Craving this kind of love will find them.

The coronation ceremony was almost fairly similar to a wedding, or what their wedding should have been like.

Vi and Caitlyn stood at the back of the Sept, waiting to be summoned by Queen Cassandra. Standing among Lord and Ladies, Septas and Maestres, as well as Master Mage Mel and her young apprentice Powder all stood behind Cassandra while she announced Vi and Caitlyn.

Caitlyn was holding onto Vi’s arm, “This is it,” she whispered as they walked down the aisle.

Vi covered Caitlyn’s hand with her own, “It is. And much deserved—,” she smirked, “Your Grace,” she whispered.

Vi and Caitlyn kneeled in front of the people of Zaun and Piltover as they were sworn in. Then rose as Queen and King. They danced and they partied. No strong drink touched Caitlyn’s lips. But that evening, she sat astride Vi’s waist, riding her new King to completion.

Her husband was caressing Caitlyn’s swollen belly the whole time. So full of love, while filling Caitlyn with even more.

In the 7th month of the year, Queen Caitlyn and her husband King Consort Violet Kiramman were announced as Piltover’s new sitting royalty. 

Their names were accepted across most nations. Zaun’s King, Vander de Hound, later announced to pledge his armies for his future grandchild. Speaking of grandchildren. Queen Cassandra announces the birth of her first granddaughter. Cordelia Lavender Kiramman. Already pronounced heir at Caitlyn’s coronation ceremony. 

Piltover’s new assigned mage walks the halls of the Kiramman Castle at night. Their skin glows, though not like gold. Earned tattoos adorn her skin, they glisten under the moonlight as they enter the princess’s rose room. The child’s room is decorated unusually. The pillars are painted to be tree stumps, forests’ critters are scattered on the walls here and there. And above the crib? 

A blue fairy figurine dances with a beetle, as well as a princess with a werewolf. The metals were enchanted. Simple. The mage reached out and twirled them. The fairy dust sprinkled off the fairies, while the princess and the wolf danced to the full moon.

Powder removed her hood and leaned over. “Hello,” she whispered,

Princess Cordelia was wide awake and giggling at her parent’s figurines, guarding her crib even in their slumber. The new mage of the castle reached in to adjust her niece’s blankets. “Almost 6 months old and you’re so alert. I can’t wait to teach you all the worst elixirs and—,” She reached inside her robe, pulling out a small box with a dragon’s name on it, “A Jinx I named it.”

Inside, rest a small dragon egg.

…

Cue Dance of Dragons.

Dammit, wrong fandom!