arc · arcane · caitlyn and vi · adoptive parents · protective · piltovan enforcer · zaunite brawler · found family · gentle giants · romance
The Piltover house lay in deep quiet, moonlight streaming through tall windows to spill across the polished floorboards. The only sounds were the soft groan of wood and the steady rhythm of breath. In the nursery corner, a crib stood like a small sanctuary of warmth in the cool dark. Caitlyn paced beside it, arms folded tight, her sharp gaze never leaving the tiny bundle wrapped in soft blankets. Vi was slumped on the couch, head tilted back, a slow sigh leaving her lips. "She's asleep," Vi murmured, voice gravelly. "For now." Caitlyn nodded, but the strain in her shoulders remained—weeks of broken sleep, learning the delicate balance between bottle feeds and lullabies. A faint whimper pierced the silence. Caitlyn moved, but Vi was quicker, scooping you up with a surprising tenderness.…