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taq@undetaqted· 8d

unstoppable force #dvamon first time, inspired by the art below archiveofourown.org/works/90384651

"We shouldn't."

Yuna knows it sounds as weak aloud as it did in her head, feels the syllables dissipate in the air like the frost of their breath on a winter's walk.

Hana's eyes narrow. She takes a step closer and Yuna finds herself reflexively retreat.

"Why not?"

taq@undetaqted· 9d

up where they run lisa/kōta for everyone else who was hurt the same way i was. archiveofourown.org/works/90342291 #goodbyelara #さよならララ

One moment she is there. The next she is not, torn from them, taken from the sea. They have always been good at finding things but the others are pressing on and if they don't follow they will never catch up, will never know where to go, will—

What does it matter if she's not there?

What is a home without a heart? What is life without light?

taq@undetaqted· 10d

the salt, the sand, and the sea a brief foray into #dvamon archiveofourown.org/works/90131596

taq@undetaqted· 17d

in the blank spaces (4/?) caitvi amnesia AU: archiveofourown.org/works/700163...

She'd been on patrol when it happened. Laughing and joking around with Mir about heading home early, taking the dig they love throwing in her direction about being whipped, puppy lovesick. She might be. She hadn't cared then. She doesn't fucking care now.

Strode up the steps to the office, rapped on Caitlyn's door at five sharp like she did every day after that other incident that Vi would do anything, anything, anything to have back again because that fear she had then is nothing at all like what this has become. She would take those terrified nights one more time, that huge fucking fight after that, break another one of those priceless porcelain vases by accident and be so horrified she might hurl. All of it. All of that she do over again in a heartbeat.

taq@undetaqted· Jul 1

dripping blue E, a short #caitahri piece inspired by the pool party nights skins archiveofourown.org/works/87702161

"It has its perks," she says. "But surely a lady such as yourself" —Ahri does not hide the look of appraisal as she takes in the bare skin, the muscles, the way the fabric clings to Caitlyn's curves— "would have no need for something like that."

"Charmer," Caitlyn says with a smile.

"You've found her," Ahri says.

taq@undetaqted· Jun 27

as the ocean post-canon #caitvi archiveofourown.org/works/87490696

"You went outside," Caitlyn says. "How was it?"

How was it? How was the earth beneath her feet, the sky stretching out above her as far as she can see, the birds already out and about? The grass soft and wet, the flowers asleep but fragrant? The early morning sun still hidden behind the trees, a stray ray peeking out from between the leaves?

"Nice," Vi says. "It's cool out."

Caitlyn's eye lingers on her today as it always does. She steps closer, the face towel tossed aside. For a moment Vi thinks Caitlyn might kiss her, but a thumb darts out instead to the corner of her mouth, brushing away a stray crumb she must have missed.

taq@undetaqted· Jun 19

there were never others modern AU melcait archiveofourown.org/works/87009651

She resists the urge to check the watch on her wrist. She checked it not two minutes ago. She knows this. She’s also not sure what this says about the party if it’s taking him fifteen minutes to get two fresh drinks. She tries her very best to not sigh into the glass. It would be unbecoming, she can hear the words threaded through with laughter. Even if we are having an absolutely horrid time, Caitlyn, we mustn’t let random strangers know.

She takes a long, slow breath, takes stock of her situation, alone again, and remembers now why she never quite liked parties before Mel.

taq@undetaqted· Jun 16

the scary one #caitvi on the job fluff archiveofourown.org/works/86824771

"Someone's feeling brave today," Vi says, twiddling her very large thumbs together. The machinery hums as it always does, a low blue glow splashing against the damp walls of the alleyway.

"Could say that about you," the thug says, muzzle of a sawn-off shotgun floating about as he gesticulates. "Coming all the way down here without backup."

Such poor muzzle discipline, she can almost hear the sniff in Caitlyn's voice in her head. She smiles, can't help it. "What can I say," Vi grins, baring her canines. "Sometimes we don't need the scary one."

taq@undetaqted· Jun 4

warmth something soft for #caitvi fluffweek archiveofourown.org/works/86116156

"Ten years," Caitlyn says, voice drifting over. "Yet I learn a new thing about you every day."

taq@undetaqted· May 17

for you, for me (wishes three) G, caitvi canon divergence genie AU, ~3.5K archiveofourown.org/works/85015961

It's with most of the composure that Mother has managed to drill into her that Caitlyn does not drop the lamp, shriek, or fling it into the opposite wall. She does consider doing all of the above, but what comes out instead is a strangled, "What in the blazes?"

taq@undetaqted· Apr 11

soft as cloud post-canon domestic #caitvi fluff because vi deserves nice things archiveofourown.org/works/82941296

"Vi?"

"Morning, Jerry," Vi says, secretly very pleased every single time at the success it has been that she has managed to get them to call her by her name instead of something snootier. "What's up?"

He smiles back at her. "There's someone at the door for you."

Vi nods slowly, sitting back up and putting the book down. She looks down at her sleeping robe, soft, tufted and luxuriously warm. Her ankles stick out from her fluffy slippers. "Do I have to get properly dressed for this?"

He pauses. "Well," he says. "I do not suppose the bath salts merchant will mind."

Vi is out of the door in a split second.

taq@undetaqted· Apr 1

sunkissed caitvi fluff for these trying times archiveofourown.org/works/82240506

A bark of a laugh, fresh as a summer spring. She would hold that sound in her heart forever if only she could, cup her hands around it, tuck it in under soft blankets and keep it safe. She lets it pass through her instead, knowing there will be more.
"I'm too old for fairy stories," Vi voice drifts out. "And she's busy. Adults can be busy, you know?"
"Then why aren't you busy?"
"I am busy! I'm here with you little shits!"

taq@undetaqted· Mar 29

come hell or high water caitvi get married in the middle of a firefight. archiveofourown.org/works/82080851

"Marry me," Caitlyn says.
"I'll punch them," Vi says, which is both what she wanted to say before and after she heard what Caitlyn said. Funny how that works.
Caitlyn's lips curl up into a smile. "I know."
Vi ducks at another long whistle. Caitlyn's hand goes to her own temple. The black of her glove comes back shiny. Their eyes meet.
"Yes," says Vi.

taq@undetaqted· Mar 19

over and over day 3 of #CaitVi Angst Week: nightmare archiveofourown.org/works/81475956

It has been fifteen days.

To be precise, Caitlyn thinks as she pins her hair in place with shaky hands, it has been the same day, fifteen times over.

taq@undetaqted· Mar 17

(too) close for comfort day 2 of #CaitVi Angst Week: accident archiveofourown.org/works/81374471

"Vi?"

The voice that breaks through is familiar if worried, threaded through with an airiness, a tightness that doesn't sound right.

"Vi? You're dreaming" —the tone takes on a sharpness that bites right through the cloud of sleep— "you're dreaming, darling. You're here."

taq@undetaqted· Mar 17

drifting in your orbit late entry for day 1 of #caitvi angst week on the other site. archiveofourown.org/works/81371096

When Vi stirs it is to a loud clang, sharp, discordant, hollow. The air is chilly, clammy on her skin. It takes her one desperate, confused heartbeat to realize that she's not back there, that she only left the window open.

Left it open.

More like didn't fucking remember stumbling up the stairs into this apartment, doesn't know if it's today that the makeup runs in smears down her cheeks still or if that was yesterday.

taq@undetaqted· Mar 7

in the blank spaces - 3 There is a part of her that knows she should not. And there is a part of her that knows she must. #caitvi amnesia AU archiveofourown.org/works/700163...

She runs her hands over the snapshot of a sunrise, trails her fingers over the picture of Vi smiling so widely, so broadly, over another candid shot with strands of loose pink hair dancing in the wind and a gaze cast out into the distance, quiet and content. One more with Vi's tongue stuck out, face contorted in an expression that makes her want to smile.

She looks away from that, looks past the ocean of pink and finds, at the edge of the shelf one of another woman with a startled but not shocked expression, blue hair clinging to her cheek, soot on her face, one blue eye widened in warmth and surprise, the other covered—

Oh.

taq@undetaqted· Mar 1

in the blank spaces - chapter 2 #caitvi amnesia AU archiveofourown.org/works/700163...

Those eyes have blue in them. A soft dusting of the color that she has seen most often in the dawn sky, in the reflections of puddles after rain, in the in between moments where the world quiets and feels most alive. Not now. Now the air thickens. Now the grip on her hand goes limp and those very same eyes take on a panic.

She regrets speaking even as a part of her recoils further at the thought of lying. The devil and the deep blue sea. Which of them is she?

"I apologize," she says. "I should know you, shouldn't I?"

There is a scar on the woman's top lip, she notices, as her lips part in a tremble.

"Cait," that same name is breathed with a gravity, with a weight, with a plea. It slides deftly through the spaces in her ribs even though there is no logical reason why it should hurt. But she doesn't need an explanation. Perhaps she has not needed one this whole time.

taq@undetaqted· Feb 19

let me help you caitvi soulmate AU, exes, fuck or die archiveofourown.org/works/79866771

“Alright,” she says. “I get it. But why are you here?”

Caitlyn’s eyes widen a little like she hadn’t been expecting the question, before her expression falls sullen, before her head turns away.

“Didn’t know where else I could go.”

taq@undetaqted· Feb 14

thick as thieves caitvi pull off a heist. now on ao3: archiveofourown.org/works/79510891 and check out the free nsfw zine that this fic was written for! there's a bunch of great work and cool fics ^^

"For the record I still think this is going to get us jailed."

"I hardly think being homosexual warrants jail time," Caitlyn says with a warning glance and that unrepentant pedantic smugness as they swoop by their next target.

Vi meets her eyes and gives a tiny nod, all the signal needed for Caitlyn to rather ungracefully bump into the couple dancing behind them, the exact couple they'd been discussing.

"Oh I'm so, so, sorry," Caitlyn's voice dips deep. "How clumsy of me."

taq@undetaqted· Feb 13

easy as pie cait and vi retire. archiveofourown.org/works/79453916 old #caitvi

"I know I said I wouldn't say that again," Vi mutters out from behind her thin muffler, "but you're sure we're not too old for this?"

Caitlyn shrugs. Her scarf flutters in the desert wind. "You said I'd go stir crazy sitting around at home."

"Or that you'd go back to work," Vi says, "which is even worse, because you're not supposed to be working anymore." She adjusts the bindings on her own feet. She squints out into the distance. "So I guess this is why we're trying to ski down a sand dune in Shurima. At least the sand will be soft when we trip over our feet."

taq@undetaqted· Feb 12

this, honestly.

Hey i think that if you're gonna write a fic about disabled characters, there are a few guidelines you should follow:

-have someone with the disabilities in question look at your fic
-don't treat disability as a trope; it's not a costume to take on and off (this includes using disability purely for whump factor, hurt/comfort, meetcutes, or as a vehicle for you to show off how cool and inclusive you are by writing about disabled people)
-again, i have to stress. have someone with the disabled identity in question look at your fic
-you may think that you are creating "good representation" by removing all challenges your characters' disabilities pose to their lives. you are not. talk to disabled people in real life, i'm begging you

sincerely, an actual disabled person who is sick of seeing disability poorly written about in fandom

taq@undetaqted· Jan 23

in the sea foam a caitvi Ponyo AU archiveofourown.org/works/78168896

"Vi," says Mother a little louder than usual because of the downpour outside. "Where are you from?"

"The sea," says Vi in between bites of porridge. "I've always wanted to see what it's like up here on the top side. There are so many stories. You really walk on feet. Feet are so cool."

Caitlyn looks at her own feet. She's never once thought they were cool, but she supposes she will miss them if she no longer has them. That makes sense.

"And do you need to go back?"

taq@undetaqted· Jan 1

ok fine

merriam Webster your 2026 word
kind-hearted

taq@undetaqted· Dec 27

through crystal waters and perfect oceans post-canon, middle-aged #caitvi fluff archiveofourown.org/works/76521931

"Would you want to have done things differently?"

Vi thinks about her job, thinks about her home, thinks about the laugh lines that show themselves when Caitlyn smiles, the softness of her stomach and the aches in her bones when it rains. She thinks about Six who is too old to run with Caitlyn on the trails, about how small he had been, how he'd chewed up at least one heirloom table leg. She thinks about the new recruits who think they don't know about the bet on whether Caitlyn will retire before her hair goes entirely white.

"No," she says as she grins. "No, I think I'd have married you again."

taq@undetaqted· Dec 26

through the silence post-canon #caitvi ft. some steps towards family reconciliation archiveofourown.org/works/76457901

This is a silly concern, Caitlyn thinks, and she does not have the time to properly dig into it given how busy she is (granted the bustle is largely of her own making), but there is a high probability that Vi has taken a lover. There are grey areas, for sure, uncertainties. It would be unwise to jump to conclusions but there are several facts that string together just that little bit too conveniently.

It all started after Vi returned from her trip to Demacia.

taq@undetaqted· Dec 20

with you a fluffy vi birthday fic ft. older caitvi archiveofourown.org/works/76063576

"Sheriff," says Vi. Then she grins that grin that one of Caitlyn's aunts had once implied was not for polite company, the one that crinkles the crows feet in the corner of her eyes. "How may I be of assistance?"

"You may escort me home," says Caitlyn.

"Wow," Vi says. "This feels like nepotism."

taq@undetaqted· Dec 7

where the heart is post-canon caitvi archiveofourown.org/works/75403021

In the end she is a little bit of a coward. She can rationalize it all she wants, can make the excuses about safety, about not wanting to disrupt the fragile peace, about removing unneeded components from the equation.

In the end she is a coward so she lets Ekko show Vi while she buries her nose into Council-related work, into papers and foundational documents for the Wardens.

In the end she sits at her desk as the sun sets and waits to see if Vi will return.

taq@undetaqted· Nov 14

as birdsong after everything, caitlyn shoots again. a little post-canon caitvi character study ft. Caitlyn's whistling bullets archiveofourown.org/works/74189656

She is well aware that she is being difficult.

It would not be the first time someone has described her as that in more polite words, nor, Caitlyn suspects, will it be the last time someone does so. She is not trying to be difficult on purpose—there is rather no point in that and she has no desire to add to the stresses that those around her are already suffering. If anything, she'd much rather they cease this ridiculous babying and let her do things that will help.

She's healing, yes, but she's not incapacitated. She's wounded, yes, but she's not immobile. She has two good hands, half of a good leg, a good eye, and a brain that is gnawing desperately at the bars of its enclosure, rattling against the inside of her skull. She can't sit still, she finds it so difficult to hold her tongue and stars above, she's trying.

She really is.

taq@undetaqted· Nov 12

in your hands soft dom/service top vi, sub caitlyn (writing the #caitvi fics I want to read) archiveofourown.org/works/74104551