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Olruggio and Qifrey survive teaching a class of zillenials.

Imagine with me if you will

Something something julie x frank

Julie truly loves Frank, and it'd be the god honest truth if anyone were to ask her. She was happy, blissful even, because he understood her in a way no one did.

It's why she accepted his hand in the first place. She loved Frank. She did.

That, perhaps, might've been her problem. Some would argue she was blinded by love, and who's to claim they're mightier than Cupid bow?

She knew something was up, but not exactly what. He seemed off, beside himself. Frankly, not the man she married.

He'd stare for periods of time, completely lost in his own head, as if something heavy weighed on his mind. It wasn't like him to completely shut Her out.

Before; He'd blink from his dream and Smile at her. As if seeing her for the first time all over again when waking from Dream Land.

He'd indulge Her in his Fantasy, telling her Tales of fascinating worlds and the stories that came from them. He'd tell her a tale, so enraptured by his exploration of knowledge, that it was like living it.

Frank told stories of life in such a way that she breathed and lived it, monstrous and beautiful. She remembered all of it. He was good at that. Making her remember. It was something she thought of a lot of after.

No.

This man. This man stared hard and cold, with the weight and knowledge of something horrible. His eyes were soft and full of love like they had been.

They were heavy with the burden of Knowledge.

.

...

......

..........T-

The issue with the mail - .... . -.--Frank wasn't

supposed to. Julie didn't expect this to happen.

There wasn't -.- .. .-.. .-.. . -.. delivery system in this

town is Even better an be -- _.... . .-. see- though.

The thing about it an option ... .... . that it has a

-... .-.. . -.. singular people hardly ever do this

Wasn't supposed to happen ... ---

what? xephna starts acting like a married couple in the new series and you expect me to not write about it? in the year of our lord 2024?

Chapters: 2/3 Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021), League of Legends Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends), Caitlyn & Vi (League of Legends) Characters: Vi (League of Legends), Caitlyn (League of Legends) Additional Tags: Lesbian Sex, Teasing, Showers, Showering Togther, Butch Vi (League of Legends), Trans Vi (League of Legends), Vi Needs a Hug (League of Legends), Transmasc Vi, vi on testosterone, Femme Caitlyn (League of Legends), Top Caitlyn (League of Legends), Bottom Vi (League of Legends), at first, Then, Bottom Caitlyn (League of Legends), Top Vi (League of Legends), Pitfighter Vi, Caitlyn and Vi are in Love (League of Legends), Switch Vi (League of Legends), Switch Caitlyn (League of Legends), Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Hexstrap | Hextech Strap-on (League of Legends), Strap-Ons, vi has bottom growth, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Riding, Multiple Orgasms, Face-Sitting, Face-Fucking, Choking, Slapping, Hickeys, Hair-pulling, Praise Kink, Butch/Femme, butchfemme dynamic, butch as a pet name, Shower Sex, Making Out, Explicit Sexual Content, Possessive Behavior, Possessive Sex, Needy Vi (League of Legends), Light Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Drunk Vi (League of Legends), more tipsy than anything but, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - College/University, caitlyn calling vi bird is canon to me, switch hc for them both is so real to me, cause tbh that's how sesbian lex has worked in my experience Summary:

ch. 1

Caitlyn’s lips quirk upward at the remark, but she scoffs anyhow. She ghosts a fingertip across the shoulder of Vi’s jacket, stopping just short of their neck. “Oh, Violet. Silly butch. You won’t be laying a finger on me until you’re rid of all that sweat and dirt and gods know what else.

ch. 2

“You need to listen better, bird,” Cait chastises, running a finger from the top of Vi’s sternum down between their breasts. Vi’s dick twitches in want once again as she ghosts a finger over each of their nipples, never giving them the satisfaction of true pressure on either. “I said that you wouldn’t be touching me. And besides, someone has to make sure you get this oil slick out of your hair.”

or;

My secret santa gift for @baguettefeels! They requested "just some cute stuff. Wearing each other’s clothes is a bonus", and this came to mind.

Read it here on AO3!

“Whaddya think?”

Sniper snorted, watching his shirt slowly slip down off of the runner’s slim shoulder. “Think you look like a kid in Dad’s closet.” He leaned over the crate, letting the brim of his hat hide the smirk that Scout could hear in his voice. “Told you, you’re too skinny to fit it. And that’s coming from the skinniest kid in Australia.”

Rolling his eyes, Scout leaned over, snatching the slouched hat off of Sniper’s head with one hand before quickly dancing back. “Hey, it’s only off on one side, that don’t count. Sides, I look better in this than you do, Stretch.” He pulled the cap off his head and swapped it for the Sniper’s, tilting it back and letting the grey cap fall to the floor on the way. Changing directions, Scout leaned over the windowsill, miming a sniper rifle in his hands. The world’s worst Australian accent followed. “Lookat me, I’m Mick Mundy, and you’re all bloody wankas! Gonna shootcha through the eye from a mile away’n insult ya mum!” “I don’t sound like that.” A soft chuckle. “Ya kinda do, man - I mean, mate.”

Sniper raised an eyebrow, leaning down to swipe Scout’s discarded cap from the floor. He wrapped both his hands around the base of his kukri, crossing his eyes and slipping into a near-perfect impression of the Scout. “Yo, I gotta run fast an’ jump through th’air an’ never stand still like I’m a goddamn hamster - BONK! Heavy riddled this guy fullabullets before I got dere, but I did all the real work!”

One hand flew to Scout’s chest as he gasped in mock offense. “I don’ say that kinda stuff!”

Sniper smirked, slipping the knife back into his pocket. “No, what is it you say….Gotta run fast an’ eat a-”

Scout tackled him, and they rolled across the floor, mocking each other’s voices and making faces until they collapsed by each other’s sides in fits of laughter.

Sitting up, Scout turned to look down at Sniper, letting the smirk fade to a more honest smile. “...Gotta say, man, everythin’ round here keeps going crazy, but you...you’re pretty cool.”

The smile returned to him from Sniper’s face. “That means a lot, kid. Can’t say I thought we’d hit it off this well, but I’m glad you think that.” “Hey, I said PRETTY cool, I mean Spy’s still got the whole-”