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A prompt done for an anonymous donor and for @arcanefans4gaza a cute little JayVik with Machine Herald Viktor and Jayce. Love their sleep-tousled hair.

It is an etching combined with gouache.

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New story for an Anonymous Donor from Tumblr as part of the @arcanefans4gaza

Inspired by THIS POST: https://mistletotem.tumblr.com/image/691773281264680960

Come to an Agreement

Rated Explicit

Jayce and Viktor argue about what to name their invention.

They enjoy a good gentle fuck about it.

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For @arcanefans4gaza, prompt from @punkflavoreddyke

Rating: General Audiences

Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Patching Up Wounds, Minor Injury, Modern AU, Gyms, Domestic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff

Summary:

Cait pushes herself too far. Vi, as she does, frets.

The sun is still barely peeking between Piltover’s high-rises when Vi shoulders the apartment door open. “Stupid,” she growls. The shaggy, umber Saint Bernard lounging on the couch lifts his head curiously, probably wondering why they’re back early. Vi gives him an absentminded scratch on the ears - “hi, Warwick” - as she leads Caitlyn into the bathroom.

“I was not being stupid,” Cait argues, perching on the rim of the tub. “I was perfectly within my normal weight range.”

Vi roots around in the cabinet above the sink for a first aid kit. “That doesn’t matter! You were still straining yourself.” She disappears into the kitchen after retrieving the red box but continues her lecture from the other room. “Rest days are just as important as the rest of the routine!”

Cait neglects to shout but waits until Vi returns, ice pack in hand. She shifts to allow her partner to press it to the strained muscle in her shoulder, then grumbles, “I’m taking my rest days. Just because you’re the fitness nerd doesn’t mean I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Maybe you’re resting from the gym,” Vi scolds, “but you’ve also been working until ungodly hours of the morning every day this week, running across every corner of the damn city! This case is pushing you to your limits here - “ she taps Cait’s uninjured shoulder to indicate her body “ - and here.” She taps her temple. Exasperated as she is, she’s equally concerned, and can’t keep herself from gently tucking a strand of blue hair behind her ear. “Your body keeps the score, Cait.”

“I know, but - “ Cait struggles for a protest, then relents with a sigh. “I know.”

Vi keeps the ice pack held to her wife’s shoulder and rubs her back with her free hand. “I hate that this ‘C’ person always manages to get under your skin like this,” she murmurs.

“We still don’t even know who they are,” Cait growls. “Or even if they’re one person and not a group! They can’t evade me forever!” She throws her hands out in frustration, then winces and hisses through her teeth when her injured shoulder objects.

“Hey hey, steady now.”

Vi hates seeing Caitlyn like this. The injury is obviously part of it, but most of she hates that it got to this point at all - that her beloved wife is so stressed out it got to the point of actual pain. As a matter of fact, her scolding is hardly even about the wound. It’s because even though Caitlyn has been in this line of work for long enough that she knows full well where her limits are, she still pushes past them out of - what? The feeling that she’s constantly on the cusp of a break in the case? A sense of obligation to the force, to Vi, or herself? Spite? Caitlyn’s pretty face and professional mannerisms frequently cause people to underestimate her capacity for spite.

It burns Vi up inside that the drive and determination in Caitlyn she loves so much can recoil on her in such a way as to physically harm her. She wishes she could reach inside of her and untangle that gnarly thread so she can find her path again. Or failing that, wrap her in a protective cocoon until she personally tracks down ‘C’ and throws them in a hole so dark Caitlyn will never have to think about them again.

Instead, she resumes petting her uninjured shoulder and says, “okay, here’s what’s going to happen: you’re going to call in a sick day and let this heal. And I mean resting - no working from home allowed.”

Cait blanches. “What? I can’t take off now! That’s just asking for C to get ahead!”

“I’m not worried that you can’t keep up with C,” Vi replies. “I’m worried you can’t keep up with yourself.”

Cait clenches her jaw… then releases it. “Maybe you’re right.”

“I’m always right,” Vi answers cheekily.

“Says the one who blocks with her face,” Cait shoots back, a little smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.

“Aw, c’mon,” teases Vi, “you don’t think your big, strong deputy can handle things for a day?” She flexes, a silly pose that has Caitlyn giggling. Her smile widens, both relieved to see her wife relaxed again proud of winning her over (she doesn’t miss Cait’s blush as her eyes flick to her toned arms, either).

Vi does, however, feel a little guilty as scolding her earlier. So she says, “I’m sorry if I was too hard on you. I know you know what you’re doing.”

“Don’t be,” Caitlyn responds immediately. “Expertise doesn’t stop you from being in over your head sometimes.”

“Well, you’re certainly an expert,” Vi says, her tone creeping towards flirtatious, “in the field and the gym.” To punctuate, she gives Cait’s bicep a squeeze.

Caitlyn smacks her hand playfully, in the same motion taking the cold pack from her. “Well, my big, strong deputy, don’t you think you had better get going?”

Vi frowns. “But it’s only - “ She checks her watch and her face falls so quickly Cait bursts out laughing. She swears and hurries out of the bathroom. By the time she’s changed into her uniform Cait has relocated to the couch, where she’s stroking Warwick’s fur.

“Ice for twenty minutes every two hours,” Vi calls as she fumbles with the wrapper of a protein bar. “And no - “

“No working from home,” her wife finishes. “Believe it or not I am capable of taking days off.”

“Good. Because if I come back to find you hunched over a desk - uh - well, you wouldn’t like it.”

She leans over to give Cait a final (still slightly sweaty) kiss. “Rest up. I’ll be back soon.”

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