I like to dress up as a chick sometimes because I think it's funny. I also proceed to rock out like a crack addict, with or without Pentakill behind me. I thought for sure that I was gay, at least fruity enough or zesty to rope guys in. To be honest, I had no idea what the hell I was until I met those two angels. Of all things that could've happened, all the people I could've attracted in my life, it just had to be those two. God dammit, Zaun and Piltover, I hate you both; you can never stay away... You're lucky they're the most beautiful hearts I've ever met in my life... Violet and Caitlyn Kiramman. My strawberry and my blueberry... DISCLAIMER: STORY IS MEANT TO BE SHORT! This will be a more modern, less steampunk adaptation of the Runeterra/LoL world. This story is mature. There may be controversial themes, cheating/NTR, and/or fetishistic content that makes the reader a total jerk, that you may not like. Don't like; don't read; it's really not that hard. This story may appear on AO3 and Royal Road in the future.
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