Arcanum

LIGHT READING.

Finally, Caitlyn x Reader YW
only listen to the music when you get to the hot part of the oneshot. JUST BELIEVE ME. DO NOT LISTEN TO THE SONG YET.
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BANG. I gasped, my body hitting the bookshelf behind me. Pain seared through me, but I barely paid mind. All I felt were her hands on me. Cold and mind numbing, traveling over my hot skin.

I almost cried out, biting my lip as to not draw attention in the quiet library, staring wide eyed at her as her blue hair cascaded across my vision. Caitlyn's hand flew to my mouth, gripping my face tightly.

"Quiet." She whispered, pausing her work with her other hand. I nodded frantically, urging her to go on.

Wait.

How did we get here again?
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"What do you think, does this look good here?" Caitlyn's posh accent awoke me from my stupor, and my eyes glanced up to look at her. She was glaring at me, and she clearly would have preferred to not speak to me at all.

She was holding up a picture frame, pressing it against the wall. I nodded, my expression blank.

She smiled shortly, but the small twitch of her lips made my heart skip a beat. Her long blue hair reached her back, trailing across her shoulders and face.

I got up from my spot on the couch, reaching up behind Caitlyn. My hand brushed hers, making me jump slightly. But I pushed that fluttery feeling down, and helped her straighten the frame on the wall. I guided her hands as she hammered it into the wall, desperately trying to calm my racing heart and tame the blush on my cheeks.

Caitlyn muttered her thanks, quickly coming down from the ladder, eager to get away from me.

Ever since we had moved in together, it had been hell. But there was something different.

One couldn't deny that she was beautiful, with long black-blue hair cascading down, her bright blue eyes, her porcelain skin, her pink cheeks. Caitlyn was gorgeous. But cold. However, that was my fault.

She despised me. But I was so... enamored with her. There was something about her, something beautiful and exquisite. Something intense and fierce, incredibly thought provoking.

We went through a war together, and now we were roommates. In Piltover. How did I get here? How did we get here?

I was always in the Enforcer leagues with her, spying for Ekko. I hated her for years. I hated her for what she stood for, what she was. Who she represented. I spited her every chance I got, foiling her work and ensuring her life was difficult. Caitlyn was just another rich, privileged piltie to me. So, she grew to hate me as well.

Until I knew her. Really knew her. It compromised me, tore me apart. Who was I to serve? Her, or my mission? My purpose?

I turned my attention back to Caitlyn, who was again poised on her tiptoes in order to hang a picture of her and her parents on the mantle.

"Are you straight?" She asked, her blue eyes monotonously looking towards me. Shock took over my face, and I opened my mouth to speak. "What?!"

"Is the photo straight?" Caitlyn repeated, rolling her eyes. I guffawed for a while, internally smacking myself. She was asking about the photo. Not my sexuality.