Sheriff of Piltover

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A moment of your time

"Caitlyn! Sheriff Caitlyn!" The summoner waves. His voice is swallowed up in the noise and bustle of the cafeteria, but he’s on his tip-toes and waving and shouting so she’s sure to hear, right?

The woman in purple keeps her head down as she pushes her way through the crowded room, dodging other Champions and Summoners and fans, ignoring everyone as she storms her way from one end of the hall to the other.

Sablefoot’s ears droop sadly. Maybe those rumours about the sheriff being a racist were true after all.

6. The cold shoulder

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"C-caitlyn, what are you…?"

She silences him with a kiss that’s almost vicious, pinning him against the wall and between the shadows. He struggles to breathe for a moment, before his shoulders slacken and he returns the gesture, his arms wrapping around her waist, soft groans in his throat at her aggressiveness.

Eventually she pauses, breaking apart from him to pant heavily. Her eyes are bright and fervent as she meets his gaze.

"We’re being watched," she breathes, urgency in her tone, soft and low as it is.

A prickle of fear creeps up the back of his neck. “… who…?”

"Nevermind that," she leans in close, for all the world moving in for his neck. "Tell me you have what I need."

He swallows down the answer at the tip of his tongue, and just nods.

5. A clandestine meeting.

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She can break down walls, cause more paperwork than she completes (read: all of it), stir up trouble in the station and mayhem on the Rift… But there is no-one, nowhere, that Caitlyn has come to trust quite like her.

"Smile for the camera, Cupcake!"

"Get that blasted thing out of my face!" She laughs. And her smile is immortalised for Vi’s wall.

4. A genuine smile.

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A letter is left in his room in the Institute, taped to the mirror. It’s simple, nondescript paper, marked with a rough sketch of a deer’s head and two stark words.

They know.

3. A warning

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"We need the scaffolding send to the Bilgewater Battlements on the northern side of the city, and the Academy’s wagons to the Market District. Mortar and plaster, east, chop chop! … where is Jayce? Has anyone seen him?" She sighs, then turns to Jennifer. "Keep an eye on things here for me, will you? I will be right back."

2. An order.

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"Orianna?" Caitlyn waits, uncertain for a moment, then leans forward and wraps her arms around the woman. Human. Real. Alive.

"… I’m sorry." She hugs a little tighter. "I’m so sorry."

  1. A hug.

"Goodness, Jayce, you and the Grand General? I suspected you were a little bit of an arse-kisser but these rumours are far more than I thought would be." A small smirk.

piltoversdefender:

sheriff-caitlyn:

piltoversdefender:

"What—- where in the world did you hear that from? There is nothing going on between me and the Grand General. You tease a man just a little and all hell breaks loose..” the Piltovian grumbles before glancing over towards the Sheriff. "…Just ignore the rumors."

"Methinks the gentleman doth protest too much." She gives a small smirk, then reaches up to fix his collar. "Cute that you’re trying to change the topic to my interests, Jayce. Very cute.”

There was a soft, audible huff as Jayce watched the Sheriff fix his collar. Once the woman was done, the Piltovian adverted his gaze slightly. "Well, you made it seem heavily implied that you were taking an interest in him, so I figured I’d ask."

"Oh, stop projecting," she titters. "I was merely making a comment about a couple of salacious rumours. Now, I do appreciate that you’re making sure I don’t feel left out…" A slow raised eyebrow. "… Oh, I see.”

"Goodness, Jayce, you and the Grand General? I suspected you were a little bit of an arse-kisser but these rumours are far more than I thought would be." A small smirk.

piltoversdefender:

piltoversdefender:

"What—- where in the world did you hear that from? There is nothing going on between me and the Grand General. You tease a man just a little and all hell breaks loose..” the Piltovian grumbles before glancing over towards the Sheriff. "…Just ignore the rumors."

Swallowing thickly, the Defenders’ nerves shot up straight. Did he really look that flustered? Shaking his head slightly to ignore any thoughts, his vision returned to the Sheriff. “What, you have a liking for him? Cause I sure as hell don’t.”

"Methinks the gentleman doth protest too much." She gives a small smirk, then reaches up to fix his collar. "Cute that you’re trying to change the topic to my interests, Jayce. Very cute.”

"Goodness, Jayce, you and the Grand General? I suspected you were a little bit of an arse-kisser but these rumours are far more than I thought would be." A small smirk.

piltoversdefender:

"What—- where in the world did you hear that from? There is nothing going on between me and the Grand General. You tease a man just a little and all hell breaks loose..” the Piltovian grumbles before glancing over towards the Sheriff. "…Just ignore the rumors."

“‘Tease a man a little and all hell breaks loose’?” She gives a low chuckle. “Why, Jayce, you’re looking flustered. Am I not allowed to tease? What a shame, then; there is something altogether attractive about power, but it’s hard for a city sheriff to come even close to the leader of a nation.”

//Work was shitty and awful and I come home and there’s crackshipping on my dash

//Do go on.

//that pun was terrible

//huehuehuehue

She uncaps the marker, draws a bee on his shoulderblade, then caps the marker and hands it back to him.

debonair-jayce:

sheriff-caitlyn:

debonair-jayce:

sheriff-caitlyn

He glanced over his shoulder as she drew, trying to what it was - impossible. Eyebrows drawn up as eyes flickered to meet hers. “Satisfied?” he questioned giving a small smile, taking the marker. 

"Oh good, so I’m not a terrible artist.” Her smile remains enigmatic.

He chuckled moving over to her. Arms resting on either side of her shoulders, making him haunch to stay face to face. “The best artist I’ve ever encountered” a smirk. 

Her smile broadens just a little bit. “Bee-lieve it.”

Leave “A moment of your time” in my inbox. In submitted order, the first ten participants will receive the following from my character:

generalswain:

  1. A hug.
  2. An order.
  3. A warning.
  4. A genuine smile.
  5. A clandestine meeting.
  6. The cold shoulder.
  7. A toast.
  8. A rude gesture.
  9. A veiled insult.
  10. A compliment.
league-of-legends-sexy-girls:

Vi and Caitlyn

"Fleet of feet and first on the scene. Hrmhrmhrm."

league-of-legends-sexy-girls:

Vi and Caitlyn

"Fleet of feet and first on the scene. Hrmhrmhrm."