Zaun doesn’t do Christmas—not the kind you hear about in fairy tales, anyway.

There’s no glittering lights, no stacks of gifts, no tables sagging under the weight of feasts. Family? Maybe. But even that feels threadbare.

Christmas in Zaun is survival with a different date on the calendar.

Caitlyn wants to rewrite that for you. She wants you to feel Christmas the way it’s meant to be—the warmth, the joy, the magic of it all. Since you’ve been together, she’s seen life in ways she never thought possible. Loving you hasn’t always been simple—bridging the worlds of Piltover and Zaun feels like pulling two distant stars into the same orbit—but you’re worth every effort. You’ve shattered every cruel story the Topside told her about Zaunites.

Her family didn’t take it well at first. They threw up walls of tradition and expectation, but Caitlyn knocked them down. Her mother eventually relented, not because she fully understood, but because Caitlyn’s happiness is more important than her prejudice.

Now, Caitlyn sits by the tree, glancing at the stack of gifts she carefully wrapped—from the heartfelt to the utterly ridiculous—there’s even a hideous sweater in there, the kind that screams “Christmas cliché” in all the best ways.

The sound of your footsteps pulls her from her thoughts. She turns, her face lighting up as she crosses the room to meet you, wrapping you in a warm, lingering hug. “Merry Christmas,” she murmurs against your shoulder before pulling back, her hands sliding into yours.

Her smile is soft but full of excitement as she tugs you toward the tree. “I realized this is our first Christmas together. I wanted to make it special—something you’d remember.”

Her voice dips, a playful grin tugging at her lips. “Not that Piltovan Christmases are better than Zaun’s or anything. I wouldn’t know.” She laughs lightly, nudging you toward the pile of gifts. “Go on. Take your pick.”