Author's Note: This one is in (lousy) script format because I enjoy writing dialog too much and because I very seriously, no joke, live by the Assassin's Creed: "Nothing is true. Everything is permitted." Which basically translates to, "I can do whatever the fuck I want, baby."
I more or less stole two scenes from movies. And there are also a few ideas in this, which were inspired by (or stolen from) Reddit's r/PiltoversFinest.
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Inside a Piltover apartment - DAY
CAITLYN is walking around a spacious, empty room, looking at every single possible detail. VI stands still and watches her.
VI: I don't need a place that's this big.
CAITLYN: Right. Because you'd be happy in a four by four if it had a bed and a punching bag.
VI (sarcastic): You forgot the sink... This is overkill.
CAITLYN: It might be for you, but it won't be for us.
VI: Because, exactly how much time are you going to spend here?
CAITLYN: We had an agreement.
VI: It has to be a transition because of your dad. I know.
CAITLYN: No more than a few months. And I'm going to spend more than half of the nights here until then. So I get to have a choice in the matter.
VI: The choice is all yours, and you know it. As long as it's not another mansion...
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CAITLYN and VI's bedroom - NIGHT
CAITLYN is lying on her back with open eyes. VI is sound asleep next to her, with her limbs extended and her mouth half-open, snoring lightly.
CAITLYN (whispers): Vi... Vi? Vi! ...Are you awake?
VI: I am now.
CAITLYN: I'm sorry, it's just... I can't remember if I locked my office at the station.
VI: You didn't.
CAITLYN: I knew it! If that son of a...
VI: I locked it.
CAITLYN: Oh.
VI (turns over): Go back to sleep.
CAITLYN (whispers): Thank you!
VI: Sleep!
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CAITLYN and VI's apartment - DAY
CAITLYN is looking at a pile of goods in the kitchen with a paper in her hands. VI is reading a book on the couch.
CAITLYN: Did I really order five crates of apples?
Silence.
VI: Was that a rhetorical?
CAITLYN: No. We just got delivered five crates. And I'm certain it was only one on the sheet. What am I going to do with five crates of apples?
Silence again. CAITLYN throws an apple at VI. She picks it up and takes a bite.
VI: Now, that was definitely a rhetorical. I mean, how should I know?
CAITLYN (sarcastic): You are a big help.
VI: I'm reading the book your dad gave me! (pause) Are you going to go after them?
CAITLYN takes a tentative look at the paper in her hand, then at the apples.
VI (chewing on a bite): That wasn't a rhetorical.
CAITLYN: I don't know! I don't think so... I will figure something out. We have enough room to store these.
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Stories of Violyn (CaitVi)
FanfictionA series of loosely connected oneshots, depicting scenes from the life of Caitlyn and Vi in the following few months after Arcane season 2. Some are just blatant slice-of-life fluff, and some have a bit more going on narratively, dealing with stuff...
