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AO3 :
https://archiveofourown.org/users/TheHomelyBadger/
Ko-Fi :
Best work or Arcane related work
Rating: Explicit
“I’ve had an awful day,” Caitlyn bit out, “so if you don’t mind making this easy for me, I’d appreciate it.”
“You’ve had an awful day?” the creature asked, “Cupcake, you’re not the one who was shot.”
Caitlyn froze, both pistols wavering in midair, then lowered with a stunned expression. She took in the yellow eyes, the hulking red fur, the sarcastic tone, and all at once she was assailed by memories - of running in the fields outside of Piltover, lying on her back in the green rolling hills, cheek to cheek with a stout, fit teenager with eyes like ice and a mouth that spelled out trouble.
“Vi?” Caitlyn asked.
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(Post-Apocalypse AU - Caitlyn is a Hunter, tasked with capturing escaped 'creatures' by the Academy, a governmental force that trains soldiers. One of the creatures she's sent to extract uses a familiar nickname.)
“You need to be fucked this time?” she breathed, and even with this, even with the burning between them – the hurt feelings and the awful words and the misunderstandings, Vi checked in.
“Yes,” Caitlyn hissed, and Vi’s grip tightened, making Caitlyn squeak. Vi leaned even further, icy blue eyes becoming Caitlyn’s entire world as she lowered her voice to a growl.
“Yes, what?”
—
They’re not dating anymore, but they still try to give each other what they need.
Rating: Explicit
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
“You don’t mean it,” Caitlyn replied, and Vi’s expression changed from – she didn’t know what. She was too drunk, and too woozy, and too filled with feeling to unpack or process or do anything but react. Vi’s face contorted from something into confusion, hesitation.
“I don’t?” Vi asked, and it was the right thing to say, because it allowed Caitlyn to cling onto her devices and push her narrative. It was the wrong thing to say, because it slowly crushed the hope that had built in Caitlyn’s chest.
“You don’t,” Caitlyn continued, “Vi, you can’t.”
“Why not?” was the reply.
—
When Vi makes a surprising confession, Caitlyn isn’t expecting the avalanche of feelings it causes. But when she thinks back, looks at a lifetime of friendship, she starts to see the blast points that caused it
Sometimes their love was an animal straining against its cage, pressing into steel bars and lunging, gnashing teeth through the slots between them, hot spittle and fur flying out onto the concrete floor. Sometimes it began as soon as they went from outside to in, hands gripping the material of each other’s clothing, yanking one another closer, pressing in harder.
This was one of those times.
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Vi and Caitlyn are switches. They try to make each other beg.
Rating: Explicit
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
“Vander, our styles are totally incompatible. She’s too old school - she’ll never work with me. Sevika would rather trade suplexes at the centre ring than do anything anyone actually wanted to see.”
“At least I don’t need to be a trapeze artist to entertain,” Sevika said, checking over the nails on her mechanical arm, “do you ever have a match that doesn’t have five top-rope sets?”
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(Wrestler!Sevika and Vi, realizing each other are hot)
Vi had always been a fighter, but she’d also always been undersized according to every single fighting coach she’d worked under. There was always an amount of tutting when they walked around her slight frame - hands too small, they’d say, shoulders too narrow, not enough weight to carry a hit or deliver one. It got to the point when she’d be taking professional bouts and her size got to be a sensitive issue, one that she resented being pointed out or touched at, a bruise that purpled nicely under the overhead lights.
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Vi learns a lesson about fighting for something out of her league.
- For Mary_Eagle_Med.
Hey Mary! Hope you had a great march. The prompt you gave:
Modern AU. Autumn. Violet tiptoes to kiss Cait.
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Rating: Explicit
Adora arrived with Caitlyn in tow, smiling broadly. “We clear to go?”
“Yes,” Catra said, reaching out to grip Adora’s hand, lacing their fingers together and grinning up at her. “Yes, we are.”
“Drive safe,” Caitlyn said, and Adora smiled at her and Vi in turn.
“We will. Thanks again, you guys. We’ll set a date up soon for me to drop this one off.”
She ran a hand through Catra’s hair, and suddenly, abruptly, it was real. This was happening.
Nerves shot through Catra even as a thrill joined them.
“We’ll take good care of her,” Caitlyn said, arching a brow, and Vi’s smile was slow and predatory, Adora’s expression smug, satisfied. Suddenly, Catra was very, very aware that she was in deep, deep trouble.
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Or, Catra gets topped by Adora, Vi, and Caitlyn.
Notes:
For amibaguette.
Happy birthday, Baguette! I love you and I am honored to bring you the FILTHIEST thing I've ever written.
This is riddled with BDSM, gang! Has some safe BDSM practices and is not gentle with degradation and whatnot so please read the tags!
"I need your help, Caitlyn," Vi said, twirling her aviators, keeping her icy blues locked on Caitlyn's face, "I wouldn't be here if I didn't."
Caitlyn felt herself melting, thinking about Vander in that hospital bed, of her parents debating selling the hotel chain, of Silco standing there - in that city in the middle of the desert, where all your dreams went up in smoke. Silco, with his name on the building, running away and profiting off of Vander's hard work, her parent's sacrifices.
"If I do this," Caitlyn snarled, "it isn't for you. It's for Vander, for my folks, and to get back what's theirs."
Vi nodded, her face hard and resolute. "To get back what's theirs."
Caitlyn held a hand out, and Vi gripped it.
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(A Heist AU.)
Notes:
Welcome back to the shit show. Apparently I deleted this fic in a weird state, so here it is again. Apologies to all.
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Rating: Explicit
“I just - it’s a long week, and I feel safer around you. It still feels-”
“-like someone’s chasing,” Vi finished, and the two smiled at each other - soft smiles, endearing smiles.
“Yeah,” Caitlyn breathed.
“Okay, so,” Vi said, “we can still hang out and stuff. But our first date-”
“-will be one week from today,” Caitlyn finished.
“Sounds good.”
Caitlyn nodded. “Sounds great.”
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(Or, the first date fic from House of Bricks)
Notes:
What's cookin', good lookin's.
Today I offer you fluff and smut, as well as what I like to think of as the 'closing chapter' on the House of Bricks story. I think this is fairly okay on its own, but the characters do reference events and deal with fallout from events from House of Bricks, so reading that might give you better context!
This is basically half of a cute not-dating fic and half filth. I tried to keep the smut sequences to their own line breaks - if you find something that makes you uncomfortable, you can just skip down to the next line break and be totally fine.
Thanks for reading! <3
What if we fell in love in the AO3 comment section?
Or, a big gay love letter to the Arcane Fandom.
Notes:
- For dumbaquarian.
This is a short and simple fic for the Festival of Hearts collection over at the City of Progress discord! Here's the link: https://discord.gg/thecityofprogress
It also doubles as a birthday fic for dumbaquarian! Happy birthday, babe. You're fucking awesome.
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Fun wouldn't exactly be Vi's description of a night of karaoke, taking turns with strangers that alternated between warbling showtunes and well known jingles. She was mostly here to support Caitlyn's idea of fun, whatever form that took. They had been doing this since they'd become friends in high school, alternating little friendly hangs between their interests. It had resulted in Vi going to more than one broadway show and Caitlyn sitting through an entire MMA card, and neither were allowed to complain.
Bars – specifically karaoke bars – were one of Vi's least favourite selections that Caitlyn would pick. Mostly because Caitlyn a) was drop dead gorgeous, all long legs and smoky eyes and a slightly raspy voice that could bring someone to their knees, and b) she could fucking sing.
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(A silly love story)
Notes:
- For seagreenwaves.
"Because they can't see what's right in front of them." - Gillywulf.
Consider this my official apology for My love is the killing kind.'s angst, folks. My treat for you.
It's also pulling double duty as my love letter to sea green wolf! They invited me to a little discord server that has seriously made my life so much fun the past few. I've met some amazing people and had HILARIOUS conversations, and it's all thanks to them. <3
Discord link: https://discord.gg/thecityofprogress
Come say Hi!
-Badger
5:03 left in the third period. Owlbears down by one. Vi's in the box, nearing the end of her two minute for slashing. Caitlyn's got the puck at her own blue line.
Here's what happened next.
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(Caitlyn/Vi hockey oneshot)
Notes:
- For spaceshuttles.
Kaleb,
Thank you for being such an amazing supporter.
Also.
*clears throat* *adjusts mic* *leans close*
Fuck the Tampa Bay Lightning.
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Rating: Explicit
She rarely had opportunities like this, when Vi’s walls were down, where she had all the time and runway to worship at the altar to their love, sculpted from years of pain and hard living, a dusty road on a forgotten trail all to bring them to this.
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Or, Caitlyn and Vi have soft gay morning sex.
Notes:
Just smut to keep my streak of posting per day going. Hope you like!
“You don’t mean it,” Caitlyn replied, and Vi’s expression changed from – she didn’t know what. She was too drunk, and too woozy, and too filled with feeling to unpack or process or do anything but react. Vi’s face contorted from something into confusion, hesitation.
“I don’t?” Vi asked, and it was the right thing to say, because it allowed Caitlyn to cling onto her devices and push her narrative. It was the wrong thing to say, because it slowly crushed the hope that had built in Caitlyn’s chest.
“You don’t,” Caitlyn continued, “Vi, you can’t.”
“Why not?” was the reply.
—
When Vi makes a surprising confession, Caitlyn isn’t expecting the avalanche of feelings it causes. But when she thinks back, looks at a lifetime of friendship, she starts to see the blast points that caused it
Rating: Explicit
Rating: Mature
The undercity is groaning under the weight of Piltover’s iron fist, pushing down upon them. Something is going to happen; there’s a hissing pressure in the air, a groaning steam building up in pipes that weren’t built to withstand it.
In a little bar tucked away in the nation soon to be named Zaun, five kids dream of revolution. These are the moments that turned the dream to action, that pushed the five of them from gutter trash to folk heroes.
These are the moments of the Second Purge.
(A House of Bricks prequel)
Notes:
Back like a 90's trend.
Firstly, if you haven't read House of Bricks, this is set in the same universe and isn't intended to be read stand-alone. I have no idea how it'll read without reading that first, but if you like action and mystery stories and people getting punched a lot, that might be your speed!
If you're carrying over from House of Bricks - hey! Welcome back. Happy to have ya.
I liked the universe enough that I thought I'd delve into a pre-second purge Zaun and see how our Vandals worked as a unit back then.
This is going to be five chapters, each from a different POV - Vi's going to kick us off.
Formerly titled "this little piggie had a house made of bricks".
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The man nodded. Nodded again. “Here’s half now - ten thousand. The rest when she’s gone.”
The man laid the envelope at Vi’s free hand. Drank his entire beer. Left quickly.
Vi looked up, looked through the large plate glass that acted as a window front to the bar, but the man was long gone, disappearing into the neon streets of Zaun. Vi popped the envelope open, found a wad of bills and a 5x7 photograph. The picture was of a woman, staring straight into the camera - dark navy hair, face mostly sharp angles, an intelligent gleam to blue eyes.
Vi shuddered out a breath, downed the rest of her second beer, and flipped the photo of the woman marked for death over.
Caitlyn Kiramman.
Notes:
I got the idea for this when I was sick with Covid and home for two weeks. It's largely influenced by Dean Koontz' novel The Good Guy, but with a lot of twists and additions to it. It's also set in modern-ish times - folks have cell phones and whatnot for plot reasons. No idea how long I'm going for but let's see what we can see.
Rating: Mature
Collaborative works or Arcane related work
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Collaborative work from : DeltaFell, doctoreegah, formalhaunter, gillywulf, PforPandamonium, spaceshuttles, TheHomelyBadger, TieDyeKing, Watergazer
Vi wakes up and has a perfectly normal day where nothing happens.
Notes:
This work was created by 16 writers as part of a challenge to create a story in sections with no plan nor collaboration. The result is as unhinged as a screen door after a tornado.
No I will not reveal who wrote what section.