Summary: And then it happens: Caitlyn smiles. Not much, not enough to even classify as a true smile, but just enough to see the tip of an unnaturally sharp canine poke out from under her top lip.

Okay, sure.

Why not.

or,

Vi lives across the street from vampires. It probably isn’t as weird as it ought to be.

Words: 11k

Rating: M

Notes: Written for @pinkpastels113 and FULLY inspired by What We Do in the Shadows, because the concept of vampires not knowing how to act normal is hysterical to me. Enjoy!

Vi stands by the front window in the living room, stirring her coffee idly as she watches the house across the street.

The sun’s just set, her shift’s in an hour, and Vi has started to notice a pattern.

There are thick, heavy-looking curtains covering up every single window of their neighbors’ house. Dark blue with gold detailing, not even a sliver of light escaping in or out through the dense material.

Jinx passes by on her way towards the stairs, raising an eyebrow questioningly at Vi’s casual position by the window. Vi juts her chin up at her and raises her coffee, to which Jinx shrugs and continues on her way.

Across the street, the curtains covering the top right window part, revealing a woman with long, dark hair and fair skin. She gazes up towards the sky, a small smile on her face that seems to shine in the moonlight.

Vi takes a sip of her coffee, burns her tongue. Doesn’t take her eyes off her neighbor.

The woman carefully ties back the curtains before opening the window, stepping up onto the narrow ledge. The first time she’d done this, Vi had nearly pissed herself and ran outside to shout at her out of fear, but now all she does is stir her coffee some more, working to mix in as much of the grounded bits as she can.

Now, when the woman takes a cursory look around the empty street, Vi just smirks. And when she quickly works her way up the flat side of the house to sit on the edge of the roof, Vi just takes another sip of coffee.

The woman swings her feet idly, seemingly unaware of the eyes watching her from across the street. Vi allows herself one more minute of waiting around to see if anything else happens before walking away from the window and back towards the kitchen, draining her coffee with a sniff.

Yep. Business as usual.

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Summary: There are letters addressed to her. Dozens, all written in Caitlyn’s elegant script and dark blue ink.

And Vi can’t help herself. She gathers them up and starts to read.

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Vi discovers the letters Caitlyn wrote to her during their time apart.

Words: 5.7k

Rating: T

Notes: Hello this was basically just an excuse for me to get my thoughts oriented on what Caitlyn’s mindset must have been like during her dictator era, and then it turned into a bit of a hurt/comfort monster. Enjoy!

“Cait?”

Vi pokes her head into the office, looking to see if Caitlyn was working at her desk. The lights are off and the computer dark, but Vi shrugs and steps into the room to get a closer look anyway. The fancy back of the desk chair was high and wide enough to hide Caitlyn completely, thanks to her slender frame and the fact that, like, ninety percent of her height came from her legs (which, Vi wasn’t about to complain about at all), and it wouldn’t be the first time she’d fallen asleep reading through files.

She crosses the room and peeks around the side of the chair, then huffs when she finds it empty. Most of the time when she couldn’t find Caitlyn, she could find her here, working until she couldn’t keep her eyes open. Or she’d find her in their bedroom, but Vi had already checked there, too. Maybe she should check the kitchen? Did Caitlyn even know how to cook?

As Vi turns to leave, her elbow bumps against a box perched precariously on a filing cabinet by the desk, sending it crashing to the floor, lid popping off and papers flying everywhere.

“Shit,” Vi mumbles, immediately crouching down to gather the papers up. She has no idea if they were arranged in any specific order. Knowing Caitlyn, they probably were, but Vi tries not to think about that.

She’s rifling through pages, flipping them around so they’re all oriented the same way, when something written at the top of one catches her eye, making her freeze.

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hold my heart (watch it burn)

Summary: Someone says her name, and it isn’t Stacie.

“Beca?”

Heart beating wildly, Beca slowly turns around to face the one person she desperately doesn’t want to see.

Same red hair. Same blue eyes. She looks nervous. She never used to look nervous.

“Chloe.”

or, the second worst Christmas of Beca’s life starts when her dad invites Beca’s ex to his annual Christmas party.

Words: 6k

Rating: T

Notes: Merry Pitchmas, @aca-oblivious! Here’s some second chance angst for you, with a little Stacie/Beca best friend shenanigans on the side!

The second worst Christmas of Beca’s life starts when Stacie Conrad bursts through the door of her childhood bedroom.

“So! What are you wearing to the party tonight?”

Beca doesn’t move from her position on the bed, propped against the pillows with her laptop resting against her bent knees. “What if I was naked in here?” she says, not even glancing at her invasive best friend. A token protest with no real bite.

“Why, I would’ve gotten a little show, of course,” Stacie purrs, leaning over the bed to stroke a finger down Beca’s shin. “A front row seat to the Beca Mitchell Goodies it would seem, with that gynecologist-ass pose. You look like you’re ready for a Pap smear.”

She starts lifting one of Beca’s legs up and out by the knee, all teasing grin and wiggling eyebrows, and Beca blindly flails her leg out, hitting Stacie in the shoulder and prompting her to drop her foot back down on the bed. Beca snaps her legs together and lays them flat, raising an eyebrow.

“I thought goodies always referred to boobs,” she says.

Stacie shrugs and makes her way over to Beca’s closet to start rifling through clothes. “Goodies refers to anything that’s pleasing to the eye,” she replies. “Boobs, butts, vaginas. I don’t discriminate. Also, you didn’t answer my question about the party.”

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hey gang something I’m genuinely interested in:

a little bit of hurt/comfort before we jump into act 3

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* * *

It was after everything.

After Caitlyn and Vi stumbled their way back topside, Vi’s head pounding and Caitlyn’s leg wound reopened. After Caitlyn insisted on going to the destroyed council chambers before seeking help for herself. After they’d found the battered corpse of Cassandra Kiramman, already retrieved from the rubble and covered in white sheets. After Caitlyn’s anguished cry, her knees giving out, shaking in Vi’s arms as her wide eyes stared unblinkingly at the still face of her mother’s body. After patch-ups and funeral preparations and weak attempts at recuperating.

At the end of everything, it was this:

Caitlyn and Vi, lying on Caitlyn’s bed in the first inklings of dawn, the morning of the funeral. Vi’s arms wrapped tightly around Caitlyn’s body, Caitlyn’s head heavy on her shoulder. They’re still, have been still for a long time now, but Vi knows Caitlyn isn’t asleep by the way her hands remain tightly twisted in the fabric of her shirt.

A glance down reveals exactly what Vi expected to see: Caitlyn’s eyes, red and wide open, staring numbly out the window.

Caitlyn hadn’t slept a wink last night. Vi hadn’t faired much better, snapping herself awake every time she felt herself doze off, unwilling to leave Caitlyn alone for even a second.

They hadn’t been doing a lot of that the past few days. Sleeping. Or leaving each other alone.

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i used to hate you (i never could)

Summary: Caitlyn huffs a breath and turns more fully towards the stranger. “I said I don’t want to dance with you,” she repeats, loud and clear.

The girl tilts her head, smirk sliding into something even more cocky. “How convenient,” she drawls, reaching out and slipping the drink from Caitlyn’s hand. “I don’t wanna dance with you, either.”
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A look into Caitlyn and Vi’s relationship, long before Vi cleans up Caitlyn’s mess.

OR, Vi is a walking red flag, and Caitlyn is a little more than into that.

Words: 12.2k

Rating: E

Notes: a while back @thehomelybadger wrote a twisted little fic about ex-lovers covering up a murder (link), and I’ve been obsessed with it ever since. SO HERE’S A PREQUEL TO IT.

From the moment she first saw her, Caitlyn knew she would hate Vi.

They meet at a party that Mel drags her to – some friend’s friend of her brother who apparently knows everyone within a 20-mile radius based on how crowded the small house is when they arrive. They’re not on campus, and Caitlyn doesn’t think the host is a law student, but she still sees half of her class getting wasted and grinding together from her place by the drinks table.

It’s not necessarily a scene she would have chosen herself. She’s a week into her first year of law school and can already feel permanent bags forming under her eyes.

Mel ditches her almost as soon as they walk through the door, of course. The second she locks eyes with Jayce Talis, she squeezes Caitlyn’s arm with a vague excuse and disappears, leaving Caitlyn to fend for herself. Two drinks, three aborted conversations, and one headache later, Caitlyn is wondering if she can get away with leaving the party without finding Mel first when she feels it.

The eyes on her.

It’s like a sixth sense, the way Caitlyn is able to know exactly where to look. Her eyes sift through the dancing crowd until they land on a pair of icy blue eyes watching her from across the room.

It’s a moment that Caitlyn knows will live forever in her memory.

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here’s a little thing about moving that’s definitely not inspired by recent real life events.

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Beca sets the box down with a grunt, straightening and pushing it to fit against the rest of the boxes better with her foot. She has no idea what Amy put in her box literally labelled “bit and bobs” to make it so heavy, but honestly she’s too tired of going through boxes at the moment to find out.

Brushing her hands together, Beca surveys what they’ve done in apartment so far - if the one room studio they were renting could be considered an apartment, that is. She, Amy, and Chloe had spent the better part of the day unloading the U-Haul they’d driven from Barden to New York, and now the sorting through everything part is making Beca long for more trips up the stairs.

She’s successfully managed to separate their boxes into different piles throughout the room: three piles for each of their personal belongings and one for the kitchen. Amy’s stuff takes up an entire side of the room, while Chloe’s modest stash sits nicely in a corner.

Beca’s things consist of three boxes, two duffel bags filled with clothes, and a carry-on with her music equipment.

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Summary: Fate had a funny sense of humor.

Or Shin was just legitimately unhinged. Which, again, Sabine wasn’t ruling out just yet.

or, an enemies to lovers soulmate au where Shin and Sabine are incapable of inflicting physical harm on one another, which definitely isn’t frustrating for either of them.

Words: 6.6k

Rating: T

Notes: so @somewillwin posted a prompt a little while ago that’s basically enemies to lovers soulmates who physically cannot hurt each other, and needless to say my brain worms went WILD.

so here’s this

They seriously had to stop meeting like this.

Sabine ducks low to avoid a high swing from Shin’s orange-red blade. The ends of her hair sizzle from the close call, and when Sabine straightens, she sees that the scowl on Shin’s face has deepened in frustration; too many almost hits that resulted in Shin becoming angry and Sabine feeling shaky with adrenaline.

A smirk slips onto Sabine’s face – okay, maybe she was feeling a little cocky, too. But she’d been dancing circles around Shin since the fight started. Who wouldn’t be feeling a little cocky?

Sabine touches the singed hair on top of her head and raises her eyebrows at Shin ever so slightly. The look only serves in enraging her opponent even more and Shin comes at her again in a whirl of orange-red and gray.

It’s not like they meant to meet up like this – or, at least, Sabine didn’t mean to. She had no idea what Shin’s intentions were, though hunting down Sabine every week and trying to kill her wasn’t incredibly out of character for the dark jedi. Sabine would much rather they just stay out of each other’s way, and being two of only a handful of inhabitants on Peridea, she thought they would have an easy time of that.

Apparently, fate had a funny sense of humor.

Or Shin was just legitimately unhinged. Which, again, Sabine wasn’t ruling out just yet.

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either way, we’re not alone (I’ll find a new place to be from)

Summary: “Wait!” the girl cried, rushing to catch up with Vi. “Where are you going?”

“Not here,” Vi replied, not stopping.

“Take me with you!”

That made Vi stop. She spun around, watching as the girl stumbled to a sudden halt in front of her. “And why the hell would I do that?”

Or, Vi is grumpy, Jinx is a gremlin child, and they somehow make it to Vi’s ex-girlfriend’s house without killing each other during the end of the world.

Words: 7.8k

Rating: T

Notes: Oop, it’s another zombie au. Inspired by Zombieland and The Last of Us, sponsored by the found family trope.

“Did you have those tattoos before the apocalypse?”

“Yes.”

“Were you that buff before the apocalypse?”

“Pretty much.”

“Do you always wear that hat?”

Vi tugs her baseball cap lower on her head, shielding her eyes from the sun. “No.”

Jinx doesn’t seem convinced. “I dunno. You always have it on. Do you have a weird bald spot you’re hiding or something?”

Vi flexes her jaw and reminds herself that punting a kid is generally frowned upon, even during the end of the world. “No.”

“Can I wear your hat?”

“No.”

Jinx pouts and crosses her arms over her chest. “Well, I don’t wanna wear it, anyway,” she huffs. “It’s probably disgusting from all your head sweat.”

Five goddamn minutes of peace. That’s all Vi asks for.

Jinx gives her about thirty seconds.

“You’re not very nice, are you?”

Vi rolls her eyes and doesn’t respond. Jinx is quiet for maybe thirty more seconds.

“Your watch is broken.”

Vi clenches her hand into a fist tight enough to make her fingers pop. “How about we stop talking for a bit.”

That buys her about two minutes before Jinx starts all over again.

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Summary: Two things were starting to become perfectly clear to Caitlyn: one, Vi was desperate for money, and two, she had no intentions of telling Caitlyn why.

Or, part 2 of my pirate au where Vi wants treasure, Caitlyn only wants to help, and Marcus is on the hunt for both of them.

Words: 12.3k

Rating: T

Notes: part 2 of my pirate au! Treasure, shenanigans, and gayness galore!

In hindsight, perhaps breaking into a magistrate’s office in broad daylight wasn’t Vi brightest idea.

The Noxian soldiers chasing them are hot on their heels, all of them big and ugly and incredibly willing – no, eager – to send a sword through their gut. Vi risks a glance back and makes eye contact with one particularly brutish man, the glare on his square face deepening as he catches her looking.

Vi quickly looks forward again and forces herself to run faster.

“Powder,” she calls out. “I am going to kill your girlfriend!”

“It’s not her fault she got the times wrong!” Powder gasps out to her left. “She said her source was trustworthy!”

Vi leans to the left just as a knife whizzes past her head, barely nicking her ear. “Well obviously she was wrong!”

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