#catlyn

Battle of The Whispering Woods- Work in Progress

The suicidal impoverished woman who wanted a family and endured trauma and poverty to become the symbol of hope for the poor and oppressed to get it killed herself. actively. even if it was to protect one person, she pulled the trigger.

The disabled suicidal man from poverty who couldn't see his use and hated his disability and decided to his life had no worth who tried to purge the world of humanity because he saw himself as a weakness killed himself to save the world from himself.

The woman who was born into an elite household who turned evil at the drop of a hat, gassed poor people for fun, and betrayed her girlfriend got married to the woman (that she betrayed and abused) and became more powerful

and that was their happy endings?!?!? what!??

anyway the three characters that suffered with suicidal thoughts killed themselves (Viktor, Jinx, Jayce) and that was presented as good and Catlyn was never punished for what she did.

magic mixies pixlings moodboards part 1 :]

The apartment in Piltover was calm tonight—peaceful and quiet. It was the kind of rare moment that Caitlyn and Vi had come to cherish, a stark contrast to the chaos of their daily lives. The soft hum of the music filled the space, its calming melodies blending with the quiet sounds of the city outside, while the warm scent of food drifting from the kitchen created a cozy, intimate atmosphere.

Vi was sprawled out on the couch, remote in hand, absentmindedly flipping through channels on the Tv. Her usual, energetic presence was muted in the stillness, and her shoulders relaxed, her focus broken only when she let out the occasional chuckle at something funny on the screen. Meanwhile, Caitlyn worked in the kitchen, humming under her breath as she prepared a late dinner—her quiet determination creating an air of peaceful competence that made you feel safe even before you arrived.

But as the door creaked open, both women looked up at once. Caitlyn paused mid-stir, her brow furrowing slightly as she recognized the sound of your footsteps—except this time, they weren’t as steady as usual.

The second you stepped into the apartment, both of them immediately noticed something was wrong. You winced as you pushed the door closed behind you, your right hand pressed against your side. Blood soaked through your clothing, a painful reminder of what had just transpired outside.

“Y/N!” Vi shot up from the couch in an instant, her voice laced with both concern and shock. She rushed over to you, her hands reaching for you before you could even process her movement. Caitlyn quickly followed, her eyes widening as she saw the blood seeping from your side.

You gave them a tired smile, even though it hurt to move. “It’s nothing, really. Just a little run-in with some idiot who thought he could take what wasn’t his.” Your voice was shaky, but you forced yourself to sound calm. “I defended myself, but, well... looks like I didn’t come out unscathed.”

Vi’s jaw clenched as she inspected the wound. “What were you thinking? You should’ve called one of us. We could’ve been with you.”

You winced, both from the pain and from her words. “I didn’t think it would turn out like this. I thought I had it under control.”

Caitlyn’s cool, steady presence instantly took over, her hand gently gripping your arm as she guided you toward the bathroom. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” she said, her voice even but laced with worry. “Vi, grab the first-aid kit.”

Vi didn’t need to be told twice, moving quickly to gather the necessary supplies while Caitlyn helped you into the spacious bathroom. The soft lighting in the room made the space feel intimate—familiar, but not rushed. It was exactly what you needed in this moment: safety. Comfort. The kind of peace that only the two of them could provide.

You sat on the edge of the marble bathtub, leaning against the cool surface as Caitlyn knelt in front of you. The moment her hands gently moved to inspect the wound, you couldn’t help but feel the rush of both pain and something else—a deep connection, something you hadn’t realized was building since the three of you had started being more than just a casual couple.

Vi sat down beside you, her hand gently rubbing circles on your back. “You’re really brave,” she murmured, her voice low and husky as she leaned closer to your ear. “But you scared the hell out of us, you know that?”

The proximity between the three of you was palpable, thick with the tension that had been lingering in the air for weeks. You could feel it, too—the way Caitlyn’s touch lingered just a little longer than necessary as she cleaned the blood off your side, her fingers brushing against your skin in a way that made your heart race.

Caitlyn’s gaze flickered up to meet yours as she applied the antiseptic, her eyes soft but full of something deeper—an unspoken warmth that burned between you. She knew exactly how to handle you, how to calm you with just the smallest gesture. She gently pressed a kiss to your forehead, her lips lingering for a moment longer than expected.

“I’m glad you’re safe,” Caitlyn murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Vi’s hand never left your back as she leaned over to place a soft kiss on your cheek, her lips lingering a fraction of a second longer than necessary. “I’ll never forgive myself for not being there with you,” she said quietly, her voice thick with emotion. You could hear the guilt in her words, but also the affection she tried to mask.

“I’m okay,” you whispered, your voice soft, but the intensity of the moment wasn’t lost on you. You could feel the warmth of their closeness, the electricity in the air, as if the three of you had been walking this tightrope between friendship and something deeper for so long, neither of you willing to fully acknowledge the weight of what was building.

Vi moved to sit on the edge of the counter across from you, her eyes dark with the emotion that you could feel hanging between you all. “You know, I think we’ve all been holding back a little too much.”

Caitlyn met her gaze, a small smirk tugging at her lips. “What are you trying to say, Vi?”

Vi chuckled, her voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “I think it’s obvious. The way we’ve been close, how we fit together—it’s more than just... this.” She gestured to the three of you in a sweeping motion, her eyes full of something softer, more vulnerable. “We need to stop pretending there isn’t more between us.”

The quiet tension between the three of you was unbearable. You could feel it—the subtle touches, the way their eyes lingered just a moment too long, the way your bodies seemed to gravitate toward each other even in moments like this, when things were supposed to be calm and simple.

You inhaled sharply as Caitlyn finished wrapping your wound, her hands lingering on your skin for a beat too long. “I think we all need to talk about this,” she said softly, her gaze never leaving yours. “What this really is.”

Vi’s voice broke the silence, her words low but filled with a quiet intensity. “Yeah... We need to figure out what’s next. What this means for us.”

You nodded slowly, feeling the weight of the conversation ahead. There was something building—an unspoken understanding between you all that was undeniable. Caitlyn and Vi had been more than just friends for a while now, and with each passing moment, it felt like the three of you were slipping deeper into something that neither of you could ignore any longer.

Vi leaned forward, her lips brushing against your cheek in a way that made your heart race. Caitlyn’s hand slid to the back of your neck, gently guiding you closer to her. You could feel the heat radiating from their bodies, the connection between you three undeniable, powerful.

And then, as the soft music continued to play in the background, you felt the moment shift. Caitlyn leaned in, her lips brushing against yours in a soft, intimate kiss—slow and tender, as though she were claiming something long awaited. Vi’s hand moved to your waist, her thumb gently brushing your skin, a quiet promise in that touch.

The kiss broke, but the silence between the three of you was full of understanding—of feelings that had been buried beneath the surface for too long, of a bond that neither of you could hide any longer.

“I think it’s time to stop holding back,” you whispered.

And with that, you knew that whatever was ahead for the three of you, it would be something real, something deeper. Together, you’d navigate what it meant to love and be loved, and no matter the challenges that lay ahead, you would face them as one.