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hyperactively-me · 9 months

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Ok, humor me plz. Princess!reader finally gets fed up with shit and out of frustration slaps king!ghost in the face. The need to slap a bitch in this fic is increasing by the day lmao. I can imagine he like grabs her arm when she is walking away from him while he is talking to her and she reflexively just slaps him. On the inside she is like "aw fuck" but the outside she just has fire in her eyes.

wow oh wow, yeah, this would 100% happen. love to see it. love this, thank you, anon!

You were on your second to last day of travel. Tomorrow, you will reach Kastron and officially begin your new life. Lovely.

It was the evening, sun low in the sky. Pinks and oranges fall in between the cracks of the trees, casting golden shadows all around. Honestly, you loved the forest.

You take one look back at the hustle and bustle of the servants setting up camp. When was the last time this whole journey you had a moment to yourself? Taking a breath, you turn and start exploring the forest around you. The leaves beneath your feet made a comforting, rhythmic crunching sound merging with the distant symphony of singing birds and the gentle rustling of leaves in the air. The air was filled with a soothing earthy aroma, a reminder of your garden's numerous plants and flowers. You couldn't help but notice how the sunlight filtered through the leaves above, creating intricate patterns of light and shadow on the forest floor.

You bask in the sunlight for a moment longer. The sun is starting to dip lower on the horizon, a chilly wind picking up, blowing your hair. Taking a long, deep breath in, you make your way back to camp.

That’s when you catch a glint in the corner of your eye. Armor. Helmetless, yet a balaclava still covers his idiotic face. Not that you’ve seen it before. And there Ghost is.

He's standing in a clearing, practically marching toward you like a soldier heading into battle. The intensity of his anger is palpable, radiating off him like heat from a furnace. He strides forward purposefully, like a soldier going into battle, each step echoing with frustration and resentment.

The sight stops you in your tracks, sending goosebumps up your arms. His demeanor is unwavering, his countenance a blend of rage and exasperation. It's as if his entire being is consumed by the storm of emotions brewing within him, and you can practically feel the crackling tension in the air.

Your heart begins to race as he gets closer, the sound of your own pulse pounding in your ears. You're split between the impulse to flee and the realization that running will only make matters worse. So you hold your ground, your breath seizing in your throat as he approaches.

As he comes to a stop just a few paces away, a charged silence hangs between you. His chest rises and falls rapidly, his eyes locked onto yours with a mixture of fire and frustration. You can almost taste the words that are poised to spill from his lips, words that could either alleviate the tension or ignite an even more explosive reaction.

You search for words, for some explanation or apology that might defuse the impending confrontation, but your mind feels blank, all thoughts evaporated.

“What were you thinking?” he's seething.

“I—”

“What were you thinking?”

His hands flex at his sides.

Your mouth flounders, trying to find an explanation.

“What, you thought I ran off?”

The words slip out before you can think twice, your own frustration rising to meet his anger. His eyes narrow, a mixture of surprise and something else you can't quite decipher flickering across his face. The tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife, and you're both caught in a standoff, emotions swirling like a whirlpool between you.

“Something could’ve happened—”

“Nothing happened!”

“You could’ve been hurt. Or lost. Or kidnapped. Or killed.”

You scoff, throwing your hands up in the air animatedly.

“Yeah, you only care about your little fiance running off because you can’t control her every move, her every—”

“No, that’s not—”

“Oh, I’m sorry, your majesty, did I step out of line?

“Stop.”

“Oh, please, forgive me, your majesty, I forgot that I’m supposed to be the perfect little wife—”

“Enough.” His voice is sharp, cutting through the air like a blade.

The forest seems to bear witness to this clash, the rustling leaves and the evening sounds seeming to echo the turmoil of your exchange. He takes a step closer, his frustration still evident but tempered by something else. His chest rises and falls with his breaths, his gaze locked onto yours.

You wait for him to say something. When he doesn’t, you scoff, not even bothering to look at him as you push past him, knocking your shoulder on his chestplate. Immediately upon passing him, he seizes your wrist to halt your movement, his grip iron-tight, whipping you around to face him. In response, before you can even think about what you’re doing, your hand instinctively meets his cheek with a forceful slap, right across Ghost’s face.

The sound of the slap is followed by a stunned silence. He doesn’t let go of your wrist, but his eyes widen in shock. His free hand comes up to touch his cheek where the sting of the slap lingers. You’re breathing hard, trying to yank your wrist out of his grip. Suddenly he drops your wrist, watching you stumble back from the force, giving you space.

His expression is a mix of offense and regret. He rolls out his jaw, tugs his balaclava more securely on his face, hands flexing at his sides. The last of the days sunlight filters through the trees, casting a gentle glow over his armor. For a moment, you don’t regret it. Hell, he’s been nothing short of overbearing and a nuisance since you met. But, for some reason, a small part of you feels bad. Maybe his anger had its roots in concern, but the way he expressed it had only fueled your own frustration.

“I’m tired of feeling like my every move has to be scrutinized,” you admit, your voice carrying a touch of weariness. “I can take care of myself.”

“Yeah, well, you’re gonna have to prove that to me, sweetheart.”

“I’ve got plenty of time,” you say quietly.

He sidesteps you, a range of emotions flickering across his face.

“Don’t run off like that again,” he murmurs. “Fuckin’ hell.”

You nod slowly, wringing your hands.

“I’m sorry.”

“Go,” he commands, hand resting on his hilt.

You look up at him, his foot tapping, waiting for you to go. With that, you turn on your heel and make your back up to camp. He follows on a few feet behind you, his shadow cast over you as you head back.

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vagabond-umlaut · 8 months

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Sojourn In The Sun

Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader; Arranged Marriage; Childhood Friendship To Complicated Feelings™️; Fluff; Angst; Canon-Compliant; Contains Manga Spoiler; Satoru & Reader Are So Cute, So Honest And So Kind-Of-Happy With Each Other Here– I Love Them!; Silly Jokes Are Their [& My] Coping Mechanism; Takes Place Between JJK 221 & 236.

Oneshot From Series: One Day, Three Autumns

"You. Baked. This. For. Me."

"No, Satoru. A stork flew in through ths kitchen window and dropped this bloody cake on that table."

"But don't they deliver babies or something? Plus, isn't that window a tad too tiny for such a big bird?"

"I guess, the stork must've dropped you on your head while delivering you to your parents, you know?"

A beat passes in response to your remark, before Satoru erupts into a fit of chortles and you shake your head with a huffed chuckle. Getting up from where you were hunched over the countertop, nibbling on an omelette and scrolling through your mobile, Satoru watches your face gleam in fondness in the late morning light, as you amble over to him.

Very messy hair. Ratty old clothes. Sleepy yet shiny eyes— His cheeks hurt from the sheer joy bubbling in his chest at this sight before him.

"Seriously, sweetness? Storks?" he asks, lifting his arm then dropping it to wrap round your shoulders as you reach him and snuggle into his side – only to catch hold of the hem of his huge sweater, and squeeze yourself into it, your tiny fingers clasping round his back as your head emerges at the top and you move to nuzzle into his neck, teeth biting cute little nips on the skin there.

If it was even two months back, Satoru reckons he would have been a hell lot stunned, seeing you give your affections so blatantly– that too at a place outside your shared bed, outside the darkness of the night.

But... It no longer is two months back. It is now. Not only in day, date, time. But also in the irreversibly mutated fashion the earth rotates on its axis everyday in the man's eyes. New experiences. New allies. New absences. New nightmares...— Everything's different from how it was before that chilly October night— Your husband deems it to be not an awful lot strange to see you too like this. The world is not the same as before; to survive, you too must change to adapt to the change, must you not?

Lips brushing your forehead once before dashing away, he asks in a soft yet humorous tone, "Too tired to give a reply, are we now, huh?"

"Not really," you hum, your words punctuated by a yawn you're quick to suppress; you resume, "I know only two birds which are said to be used in sending parcels and stuff. One, messenger pigeon– but they are too small to carry a cake like that. Two, stork– stories do say they were used to deliver babies – so I thought delivering a cake would be a piece of cake for them, heh!" You shoot him a grin, eyes crinkling at the corners into lovely half-moons, "Pretty funny and punny, ain't I?"

"Of course, sweetness. You are all three," Satoru is quick to agree with a nod— happy wife = happy life; plus, it's not like he's lying to you— A shadow of confusion falls on your face— Deciding to deal with it later, for the sake of the question weighing on his mind at the moment, the man repeats his ask from earlier, "You really really baked this for me?"

You return a nod, hints of a smile lurking in the shape of your lips.

"But why?"

Whatever happiness might've beginning to bloom on your features, it withers away– Your husband smacks himself internally for employing such a tone: So weak, so much so that it makes you peer up at him in concern he has only ever seen on you after a particularly bad mission.

So weak, so that it makes him hope you don't think him to be any less than 'The Strongest'— any less than being capable of standing beside you, protecting you, being worthy of you.

A pair of chapped lips plant themselves on his cheek. "Just because I wanted to bake a cake for you, 'Toru!" you explain with a giggle, albeit its subdued quality doesn't go past his eye, as you move a bit away to press a swift kiss on his other cheek; fingers drawing lazy patterns on his scalp and massaging the roots of his hair.

"You've always done too much for me and everyone else– Thought of returning the favour once, although I doubt it can ever match yours... Also, haven't you always wanted to eat a cake baked by yours truly?"

He has.

He so, so has.

Ever since the day you baked some muffins for him in the microwave oven of the school kitchen– him, a grumbling mess thanks to his all-too-familiar migraine and those old geezers– you, another grumbling mess thanks to your all-too-familiar insomnia and those annoying AF exams—

Satoru never imagined he could taste a sweet dish made by you ever again in his life, for the past ten years or so— given how the morning after that night you declared you would never bake again: "uff, that is too fuckin' tiring and boring!" and how every next time he came with a migraine to your door, you pointedly ignored his whining for you to bake him something, choosing to grab the warm and cold compress instead and give him a massage, following the manuals kept in stack-over-stack on your table—

Even during his teenage years, then later as an adult, the sorcerer has always missed your baking, but seeing you care for him in ways much too characteristically 'you'... he decided to pay no mind to such dumb wishes, he knows you'll never fulfill in this lifetime.

Except now you've fulfilled them and your husband doesn't know any response fitting enough to thank your efforts and thoughts through.

Throwing the cake a sideways glance, he brings his focus back to you gazing at him, to the eagerness reflecting in your irises. His lips tilt up into a smile, obeying a mind of their own.

"Blue velvet cake with white frosting... you sure do know how to make me happy, don't you, sweetness?" he muses out loud, carefully noting the warmth creeping up your neck into your cheeks and ears, "But, so much for a thanks... there must be another reason behind this, right?"

Feeling the tiny burst of air hitting him from your quiet exhale, Satoru lets you maneuver him towards the kitchen until he's leaning with his back against the marble island and you're nestling even closer to him.

A palm glides cautiously over the planes of his back.

Almost as if the man in front of you is a glass figurine–

Almost as if you're fine with him being a glass figurine.

So easy to read.

So easy to hurt.

So easy to care for with the gentlest of touches and softest of smiles, the look in your eyes tells every one of his six eyes– the innumerable chips and cracks in his very essence be damned—

You poke his cheek, a knowing twitch in your lips.

"You rarely ever cuddled me in bed before, yet now, every single night and day, I find you squeezing me with those arms and legs of yours..." Satoru's eyes widen. Your lips part in a fondly teasing grin. "Think why – really why– you hug me for warmth and don't hog the blankets; and you'll have your answer, 'Toru."

Birds shriek outside. Your mobile beeps thrice. Your omelette goes as frozen as poor Uranus on the countertop beside.

For the second time this cold day, the two of you break into laughter.

"And you'll have your answer, 'Toru!?!?" Satoru mimics you except in a soprano-esque shrill voice. "Who the fuck do you think we are, huh? A pair of lovers in some Shakespeare-y play, baring our feelings to each other in the soft glow of the winter sun, or some stupid shit like that?"

Another chuckle breaks free from your chest at his words; the grin on his face widening, he watches you take a long breath then say, "Nope nope nope! The both of us are way too uncivilised to play any role like in Shakespeare's plays — but Satoru~" you drawl your vowels out; his heart beats a little faster in his chest– "I can never be as unrefined as you, going as far as to keep your wife waiting, while you ask question after question– and not eat the cake and praise it, like a good spouse should, you know?"

"Oh, is it so?" The man inquires, brow raised, before warping with you in his arms to where the cake's kept, and cutting a big chunk with the knife kept, gobbles it all up in one go.

The tilt of your lips betrays the disapproving click your tongue makes.

A very content hum escapes Satoru. "Your baking's something out of this world–no, galaxy, sweetness. I hope you know–"

He stills, focus stolen by the letters and number a bit far on the table–

Satoru's gaze snaps back to you, only to find the same smile on your face– so simple, so devious– complicated and thwarted by the small expressive tremor of your lips; your gaze moving away from him to a calendar on your left and his right, the very same which stopped him—

Grasping your chin in his frosting-covered fingers, he drags your gaze back to himself, tutting, "You aren't any better than me, wifey. You too lack the same manners and etiquettes I do— So, now— c'mon, c'mon, c'mon–" he says, not unlike a broken record, playing the same section of music until he makes you cave in from the annoyance alone, "Wish your darling husband 'Happy Birthday 'Toru!!', give him a big birthday smooch, and be the courteous wife, you aren't really, but think you're— Now, go ahead, go ahead, go–"

"No."

"No?" Satoru echoes, holding back a weary chuckle. Or sigh. The man doesn't know which. You nod with that same stubborn determination of yours, he has happened to love-hate-tolerate over the years. "Yeah. No. I don't wanna. Wishing you can only solidify the fact that today is December 7th–"

"I think, the clock striking twelve few hours back solidified it–"

"Which will go on to cement the fact we're only 17 days away–"

"I don't think the fact needs any cementing. It's cast in stone–"

"Is there no way we can be happy, Satoru?"

Your question startles him into a momentary stun – not 'cause of the solemnity packed into every word of it – but because it serves as the mirror image to the question them cursed voices in his brain ask him in the warmth of the day, in the chill of the night, when he finds Yuuji sitting by himself with no spiky black hair nor bright orange hair next to him; when he catches the ashtray on Shoko's table filled with way too many cigarette stubs; when he wakes up to see you sitting in the dimly lit storeroom, a faded photograph or a childish drawing in your hand; when he looks at the mirror and finds the reason behind every pain his cherished ones have suffered, staring right back at him—

"There is," Satoru says, willing his mind to shut up for once, to let him say what he wants to say for once– the clock is ticking a bit too fast–

"Don't think of today as anything more than that it's December 7. Not how many days it's been since Halloween. Not how many days it'll be before it's Christmas Eve. Just focus on the fact it's my birthday, and everything will seem a hell lot better, even if it's only for a short time."

You peer at him attentively, before narrowing your eyes a bit. "Never took you as the kind to ignore reality, y'know?"

Your husband cracks an amused grin. "Still, standing in the middle of a warzone and actively ignoring it is cooler than running away from it, isn't it?"

"Cooler and dumber," you correct with a teasing grin and a waggle of your finger– however, before he can gather any retort to your remark, he finds himself being pulled down by his collar, his lips colliding with your waiting ones— the ensuing kiss a little sweet, a little spicy, a little shy, a little hungry; but overall, very, very addicting. Satoru thinks you can never give him kisses enough to satiate him, even for a tiny while.

He is always going to stay this ravenous, this yearning for you. In this lifetime and every other that follows. He can't ever get enough of you.

A tiny pop! reverberates in the bubble round you two, as your mouth gently separates from his, though never strays anywhere far, resting only few millimetres away. Eyes drifting to his swollen lips for a beat, Satoru watches you look at him again, cheeks heated and stretched in a smile.

"Happy birthday, Satoru," you whisper, "Many, many happy returns of the day."

"Thanks," the man mumbles, running a careful thumb back-and-forth over your bottom lip– before something clicks to life in his mind. Your husband registers a slow smirk form on his face. "But I guess it'll be a happier birthday if ya promise to bake me a cake every now and then. What do you think, sweetness?"

"Nah!" your reply arrives, as if it's a reflex response and not one which requires some thinking, "Baking's too fuckin' tiring and boring– But..." you trail off for a beat, the nonchalance on your face morphing into a tenderness– You resume, "Why don't you try and find out by yourself if I will ever decide to bake a cake for you, every now and then, yeah?"

The weight of your words lingers in the gap in between for a second.

Accepting the weight with an eager grin, Satoru closes the gap, him inclining forwards to rest his forehead on yours.

"Sounds like a challenge, sweetness. Good thing, I'm more than ready to try my best to meet it."

I do not own the characters used. Divider is by @cafekitsune. Please do not plagiarize or translate or repost this. Hope you enjoyed reading this! 😊

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justabirdy · 4 months

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Nature Journaling - Girdled Tree

Originally posted on my work website but I wanted to share it here too.

Whenever I’m leading a hike or even just talking with visitors in the nature center, there are always a few questions I find myself answering frequently enough that they stick in my mind. So, during a chilly hike through the fresh snow a few days ago, I stumbled upon the cause of one of these often asked questions: “Why is there a ring cut into some of the trees throughout the forest?”

To me this is the kind of question that begs for an entry in my nature journal, it’s the perfect subject o spark curiosity, make careful observations, and in this case, follow up with answers. But as much as I enjoy nature journaling outdoors, a growing cold breeze reminded me I could finish the project in the office, so I took some photos, made some notes about what I could see or feel and go to work in the warmth of the Nature Center.

Journaling About an Odd Tree

But my eyes, and fingers, are drawn to the sap, frozen by the temperature, mid-drip down the side of the tree in off-white streaks. In warmer months, I’ve touched it and pulled away sticky fingers, but now, the sap is solid, a little flaky, and cemented to the bark of the tree. I can’t help but think about maple syrup and wonder, how cold does sap need to be to freeze?

So many questions, thoughts, and ideas pop into my mind every time I see these trees. And while I could go on for pages about all three topics, I think I’d like to these observations to answer the question posed earlier: “Why is there a ring cut into some of the trees throughout the forest?”

What Makes This Tree Different?

To start, let’s take a moment to identify the tree itself. The trees on our trail system that are subject to this odd process are Norway Spruces, they make up a large portion of the forest just beyond the parking lot and along the trail to our bridges. These evergreens can grow quickly, reaching a height of 60 feet tall in a short twenty years. In its native European habitat, it can even grow to be 150 feet tall!

These trees being so far from their native habitat is part of the reason you might find a cut ring on the trunk. Nonnative trees like this are great for creating quick forests where there was once only agricultural field, but ideally, we want to restore the forest to native species like White pine, Hemlock, Black spruce, and other species. So as new native trees get planted, old Norway spruces get chopped down or have ring cut in them.

This process, called girdling, effectively kills the tree by removing the protective bark and the cambium layer. The bark protects the tree from sickness, fires, impacts and more while the cambium layer is responsible for creating new growth of the tree and passing nutrients between the roots and the canopy of the tree.

Without the protective bark or the cambium pathways for nutrients to travel, the tree will starve. The sap dripping down the trunk can no longer make it to the canopy high above. But it begs the question, “why not just cut the tree down?

Girdled to Make a Healthier Forest

If we wanted to just remove the trees, cutting them down would be best, but girdling some of the trees and leaving them purposely creates standing dead trees which provide essential forest habitat for a wide variety of species including mammals, birds, insects, and even amphibians. Research done on “Attributes of Standing Dead Trees in Forests” indicates that on average, healthy forests in the United States tend to have 11 standing live trees for every standing dead one. By girdling a few trees, we are purposefully creating habitat that better aligns with other healthy forests.

So, the next time you hike on a managed trail system and find a girdled tree, pause a moment and try to identify the cambium layer, the state of the sap and what animals might decide to make a home in it. These trees may look odd, but they have an important role to play in our forest habitats.

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eflen-n-reegee · 6 months

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Imagine we go on a camping trip together.

We wake up in our tent to the sound of birds singing. It’s chilly outside, but we’re bundled in our warmest jammies and wrapped up in comfy blankies. We lie there for a while, enjoying the comfiness of the tent and all the sounds and smells of the forest.

Finally we get up and make ourselves some breakfast. We have the choice of cereal or eggs or toast, or all three! Chipmunks run around the edge of our campsite while we eat, hoping to steal any crumbs we drop.

After breakfast we get our swimsuits and sunscreen and beach toys. It’s a short walk from our campsite to the lake, and we spot plenty of cool bugs along the way. When we reach the sand we drop our towels and race to the water. It’s cold - almost too cold, but not quite. We shriek and splash each other, and we get used to the chill of the water. We play catch with a beach ball, and duck underwater to watch the fish. There’s a swampy place by the water’s edge, and we creep through the mud and catch slimy green frogs. They wiggle in our hands until we gently let them go.

Finally we climb out of the water and dry off, shivering in the wind. We hurry back to our campsite and change into warm, dry clothes. We have sandwiches for lunch, and then we settle into our tent for a nap.

When we wake up, we have visitors - a pair of deer are grazing on berries at the edge of our campsite! We watch in silent delight until they meander away. Then we get our backpacks and get what we need for a hike. Boots, lots of water, sunscreen, plushies to keep us company - and don’t forget the bug spray!

The path starts near our campsite and goes up a large hill. We see lots of plants and beautiful flowers, little lizards sunning themselves on rocks, and a hawk circling above us. We wade through a lazily moving river and dip our hands under a small waterfall. When we get back to the campsite we’re tired out, but happy.

We start up a campfire and cook dinner over the flames. We burn it a little, but we can pick around the edges. We tell jokes and funny stories and watch the fire brighten as the sky darkens. Finally, the embers are hot enough to roast marshmallows. There’s no limit to how many s’mores we can have, and we get sticky with marshmallow and melted chocolate.

The night creeps up around us, but with a sky full to bursting with stars, we aren’t scared. We find shapes in the sky and make spooky noises and watch the fire die down. By the time it’s safely out, we can barely keep our eyes open. We put our pajamas on, crawl into our sleeping bags, and immediately fall asleep.

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ashs-random-writing · 5 months

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Giants in the woods

One-shot

Ao3

Christmas gift for my amazing qpp @a-chilly-pepper

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When Patton was enveloped with magic, and ended up in a strange land where fairies were to scale to everything else, and he was a giant, he’d not known what to expect

When Virgil found a giant in the woods, he couldn’t help noticing how much it resembled different aspects of nature

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There was something about the darkness, Patton thought to himself, as he closed his eyes. Something different, that was drawing him in. It was warm, and inviting, and he had never felt like this before.

He woke up a little while later, somewhere new. There were trees around him, but it was as though they had been shrunk. Unlike most trees that looked like that, with that many branches, and that thick, they were only about a foot taller than him. He adjusted his glasses nervously.

He was stood up for some reason when he woke up

There were several bushes around him, though they were also strangely small. The only thing he could see was more trees, more bushes and more plants. If he looked up, he could see a night sky that was entirely unfamiliar to him.

Those… those weren’t the constellations that he saw every night, weren’t the ones that Logan had mapped out and explained to him about a thousand times. He wrapped his arms around himself, in a parody of a hug

He didn’t know where he was, nor did he know why. He knew that he didn’t know what was going on, that it was an unfamiliar situation.

He reminded himself that he needed to think positively- new and unfamiliar, didn’t mean bad. He was supposed to be an optimist, and he supposed that the sky was pretty here.

He sat down on the ground, careful to not crush any plants or animals. He couldn’t hear anything but the chirping and squawks of nighttime birds, but they sounded… smaller.

He tried to ignore everything that was different, wrong, and strange; this… this could very clearly be a fun experience, if he was positive about it!

He was a giant here. It didn’t really take a genius to figure out. He wiped his eyes of the tears he had only just realised he had been crying.

He wondered if there were other people here. Would they be tiny as well, or would they be like him? He wondered how they’d feel about him.

Hopefully, good feelings.

He wondered how Logan was faring with his absence. Logan was there when he… disappeared, wasn’t he?

When the strange feeling had encompassed him, Logan was there as well, right? He nodded to himself.

Yeah, he was there, they were watching one of Logan’s smarty-pants documentaries after Patton had shown him one of the animated movies that Patton liked. It was how they liked to hang out, showing each other their interests and listening and watching intently to the other

Their interests didn’t often coincide, but neither of them minded. Patton hugged his knees.

What if they never got to do that together again? No, he was going to go back home. He had to think positive.

For the next few days, Patton was living in the woods. He had found some plants that he knew were safe to eat, and he ate those, not being able to look an animal in the eye and kill it, even for food.

He hadn’t seen any people. He didn’t want to seek them out, either. He didn’t want to get more lost

He knew his little stretch of trees, and the few little bushes that had surrounded him the past few days.

Some of the plants glowed every so often, and it was mesmerising. He didn’t touch them that often, knowing that it could be dangerous. He looked up at the stars at night

“Would Logan like this new sky?” He’d mumble to himself, and hug his knees.

He needed water. He was sure there was a river nearby, but he didn’t know if the water was clean or if there was enough.

He gave in, and walked as quietly as he could to not disturb the wildlife. He found the river soon enough. It was crystal clear. He breathed deeply and he cupped some water in his hand and he drank.

It helped his lightheadedness and his sore throat.

He carried on drinking and then went back to the small section of the woods where he had been staying.

It was just like camping, he decided. There was nothing wrong with it.

He stayed there and fell asleep.

The next few days were similar. He hadn’t seen any people.

He was lonely. He wondered what Logan had been doing. He closed his eyes and laid down. The ground wasn’t the most comfortable, but it was bearable.

He woke up a few hours later, and yawned, rubbing his eyes. He sat up, and then he noticed he wasn’t alone. There was a (person? Fairy?) in front of him, to scale with everything else around him, making them as small as a doll to him.

He blinked in surprise, hand twitching slightly as though to grab them, but he stopped himself

“H-hello?” He asked, almost nervously.

They had dark purple skin, and hair that covered part of their face, meaning he could only see one obscenely wide eye. Their clothes were strange. All dark colours and purples. They were lanky in the way only a teenager could manage

They looked… scared. Of him.

He brought his hands closer to his own body. He’d probably also be scared if faced with a giant. Their eye was a mint green, and swirling with yellows, looking at his body, his hands, and his face, interchangeably.

“It’s okay, I’m not gonna hurt you,” he said as softly as he could manage, but their face stayed blank, terrified, shocked

“You… you don’t understand me, do you?” He tried about ten seconds later, voice dejected

They stared up at him. Patton felt awkward, upset and embarrassed.

Of course they wouldn’t understand him, what was he thinking? This place was so far from home that there was a different sky, why would they speak English?

The little person stared at his face as though they were studying it, before carefully backing away, never looking away from him, as though scared he’d pounce

He realised belatedly that the plants were glowing more with proximity to the tiny person.

They slowly dimmed.

He could admit that he was a little bit upset with the departure of the tiny person. He stared at where they had left, and he hugged his knees.

He missed home. He missed Logan.

The tiny person was about 4 inches tall, to him. How tall would Patton be for them? It probably wasn’t fair that he called them the ‘tiny person’; they were to scale, he was the one that was big.

He spent the next few days trying not to think about the things he might be missing at home, good or bad. He hoped that Logan wasn’t too worried about him, he was fine, even if he had no clue how to get home.

He wiped his eyes and rested his chin on his hand. He didn’t know what he was going to do

The tiny person, extremely surprisingly, came back.

They had a long cloak, a dark one, that looked like the sparkling night sky. He was mesmerised by it. So much so that he almost missed that it looked so much more like his night sky than it did theirs.

He stared at it, feeling tears well up in his eyes. He missed his sky.

The tiny person stared up at him, clearly taken aback by his sudden emotion.

“S-sorry… just miss home,” he apologised between tears, though he knew they couldn’t understand him.

They walked a little closer, staring up at him, before removing their cloak and setting it before him like a gift.

He slowly reached out a hand, watching their reaction intently. They were watching him back.

He gently picked up the cloak, and he looked at the patterns on it with wonder.

He could see his favourite constellation. He smiled, tears still falling.

The different constellations weren’t where they should be, but it was his sky, his constellations. That people knew his sky, it gave him hope of getting home.

He hugged it close and looked down at the tiny person.

They were still watching him, face unreadable. He offered their cloak back to them, which they hesitantly accepted, wrapping it back around their shoulders. They stared at him, before clearing their throat

They started speaking, but Patton couldn’t understand a single word they said. Their voice was somewhat high pitched, with a language that sounded like chittering and clicks. He frowned

“I don’t… I don’t know what you’re saying,” he tried, but they clearly also didn’t understand him.

He wondered about this place. Why was he here, where was here, why were the people tiny and colourful, why was he a giant?

The tiny person slowed down their speaking, and took a deep breath, before gesturing to themself and saying something. Probably their name. He repeated it as best he could, and watched their reaction.

They corrected him on pronunciation, and he repeated the corrected version again. They nodded slowly. Patton grinned, clapping his hands very lightly

He gestured to himself and said his own name, the same way they had said theirs.

They repeated it. Of course, considering their vocal cords seemed different to his, they didn’t get it entirely correct, but he didn’t have the energy to correct them.

He just grinned, undeniably happy. He clapped again, careful not to make too much noise. Tiny ears were bound to be more sensitive.

He saw their wary smile, but they still didn’t get close to him. Like a particularly nervous kitten, he likened them to mentally, smile growing at that comparison.

Maybe he could name a cat after them when he got home.

He leant down

“We’re friends, now, Virgil!” He announced quietly, still knowing that they couldn’t understand him, but wanting to share that fact anyway.

They looked at him with wide eyes (or, eye, since he could still only see one) and muttered something, presumably to themself. Patton leant back, and looked at the sky. The sun would be setting soon.

Virgil followed his gaze and frowned.

Patton watched as they left with a feeling of sadness growing. He had just made his first friend in this new place, and now they were leaving

He watched them pull the hood of their cloak up as their small figure left his sight

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Virgil had seen the biggest shock, and incidentally one of the biggest things, of his life. He had just gone for a morning walk in the extensive woods at the border of his village

And then, he’d stumbled upon the sleeping giant. Its skin was the colour of sand, its hair the colour of the very earth beneath his feet, the colour of the dirt that made up the homes of countless animals and other creatures.

In addition to its sheer size, it was clearly powerful. It looked like Nature Herself had carved it out of Her image. It awoke, after a few minutes of Virgil staring at it.

Virgil could feel his heart racing, as it sat up. If Virgil thought it was large when it was on the ground, it was even larger now it was sat up. He took a wary step backward, and watched its eyes move to stare back at him.

Shit, it had noticed him

He looked at its eyes, the colour of the grass beneath his feet, but swirling with browns and golds also, as though they were stolen from the sunlight hitting the trees.

He felt his chest rising and falling in response to his panicked breathing.

That was some kind of nature deity, or at least something 10x more powerful than Virgil could ever hope to be, and suddenly it spoke

Not in any language that Virgil could understand, but rather something that was deep, rumbling and similar in pitch to a rockslide. He stared in shock, not comprehending the words, or the language.

Its facial expression changed to something almost disappointed, but it spoke again.

Virgil thought for a moment. He’d come back at some point, but he felt the need to leave now. He carefully backed away, not taking his eyes off of them, in case it was taken as some kind of disrespect.

He walked back to his house, and picked up his books. He had always been fascinated by the idea of the supposed alternative world of everything natural, with no magic, but he’d thought it was just that; an idea.

This seemed to prove otherwise. He spent the next few days reading, and contemplating. He hadn’t spoken to his friends in a few days.

He had known that the theorised alternate world was supposed to have different stars, it had been one of his favourite things to think about for a while

He had made a cloak embroidered with the depictions of what these stars might look like. He hadn’t thought about it in a while

He looked at it in thought, before pulling it around his shoulders and walking towards the trees. Perhaps the giant would appreciate it, a kind of… offering.

When he got there this time, it was awake, and noticed his arrival near immediately, staring not so much at him, but at his cloak, eyes going wide before beginning to fall with tears.

He stared. Its tears were clear, unlike fellow fairies, who cried pure black. His confusion took on a kind of horror as he realised that it was salt water.

As a fairy, salt was painful, a kind of torture, unless naturally part of a substance like the ocean, rather than artificially added. That the few stray splashes weren’t painful was only a small blessing

It only seemed to prove that it was even more powerful than originally assumed. The ocean’s own waters fell from its eyes.

It said something in that strange language, its deep voice rattling him, and he took a deep breath.

His cloak was removed from his shoulders, and carefully laid flat in front of the giant, which tilted its head

Virgil took a small step back, and it slowly and carefully picked the cloak up between two large fingers, looking at it with a smile, and still having tears running down its face.

It held the fabric close for several long moments, before looking back down at him, and carefully putting it back down like he had done to gift it to it.

He weighed his options for a single moment, before slowly pulling the cloak back around his shoulders.

“Your generosity to give me the cloak back is greatly appreciated, giant,” he said politely, on the small chance it could understand him.

It stared at him with non-comprehension, before slowly speaking in its own language.

Virgil stared back again, thinking of a way to communicate.

He took a deep breath, and placed a hand on his chest. A name would be as good as any place to start

“Virgil,” he enunciated carefully, watching it slowly nod

“Virkil?” It parroted, getting it wrong. Its vocal cords weren’t meant for this

“No, it’s Virgil,” he corrected gently, ignoring the annoyance that was creeping up in his mind

“Vir-gil,” it parroted happily, clapping, before placing its hand on its own giant chest

He mimicked their own, strange name, trying to make it sound like their language, but he was sure he messed up somehow. It still grinned, and clapped again

Virgil was happy that it seemed like an excitable creature, rather than a vengeful, easy to anger one.

He smiled a bit, but shuffled backwards a tiny amount. It was so… big.

It leant down, its giant face now only a few feet above him

It said something that ended in his name, but Virgil couldn’t figure out the sentence

“Oh, what have I gotten myself into?” He muttered nervously, fidgeting. It leant back, and started looking at the sky.

Virgil also looked up. It was starting to get dark, he’d have to go if he wanted to see the path home.

Of course, there were the glow plants, and they never really stopped glowing, but they were few and far between, except in this little clearing where his nature giant had spawned

He slowly backed away, and once he was far enough, he flicked his hood up and turned around to see where he was going. He could almost feel its watchful eyes on him, though they were partially obscured by the lenses that covered them.

Once he got home, he slumped against the door. That was one of the most stressful interactions he’d had in his life, and that was saying something. He should probably tell his friends about the (giant? deity?) in the woods.

They’d probably want to know about that.

He felt his breathing speed up ever so slightly. He didn’t even know what was happening, let alone how he’d explain it to his friends.

What would Roman say? He would probably not believe him, but he wouldn’t lie about something like this.

There was something powerful in the woods. He could only imagine what could’ve happened if it wasn’t as benevolent as it seemed. He wrung his hands

He magicked a book closer. What did it say about giants? Why was it just always in the woods, why was it so happy when they exchanged names, what was it?

It mentioned nothing. Just stories of people who somehow ended up in the other dimension, where these deities had somehow harnessed the power of lightning for everyday use, without magic.

If Virgil had doubted the power of this giant (he hadn’t, but), he certainly wasn’t now. He read up until the sun rose, at which point he left his house, and traversed towards Roman’s home.

Compared to Roman’s house, Virgil lived in basically a shed. Roman’s house, still wouldn’t be big enough to house ‘Patton’, even with all the walls cleared out.

He knocked on the door, and waited to either be let in, or for Roman to come out.

Roman opened the door, and Virgil quickly grabbed his arm, and pulled him outside

He stammered a little bit, trying to figure out exactly how to explain this

“Listen, you know how I sorta obsessed over the idea of a complete alternative world last month,” he asked, fidgeting and avoiding eye contact

He saw Roman nod, and he carried on

“I- I might have found proof that it exists, and that everything is giant there. Also, maybe there’s a deity in the woods, and you should follow me, because I know it’s hard to believe, but it is there,” he said, rambling in a way that probably wasn’t as convincing as it could’ve been

He looked up and studied Roman’s face

“Okay, well, I only caught about half of that, what do you mean there might be a deity in the woods?” Roman asked, wide eyed

Virgil took a moment to think rationally and explain

“There is something in the woods. It’s giant, it embodies nature as far as I can tell, and it cries saltwater. Like actual, natural saltwater,” he explained, watching Roman’s eyes widen more

They spoke for a few more minutes, with Virgil trying to convince Roman to believe him, and Roman trying to counter his claims

“Okay! I know this sounds insane, but I’ve seen it, and I need you to believe me! Just- just follow me, and I’ll bring you to it,” he pleaded

Roman finally conceded, and Virgil started dragging him towards Patton’s clearing.

He explained the small things he had learnt about the giant, that it didn’t know any language he had ever heard of, that it seemed intensely linked with nature, that it seemed like it was kind, easily excitable.

Roman trailed slightly behind him, evidently still not believing him too much

“And… how big did you say this thing was?”

“Well, let’s say that you’d probably be the size of a finger to it,” Virgil replied, noting that they were getting closer

He stopped

“Just saying, it might be asleep for a little while at this time of day,” he admitted

It was, the last time he’d shown up at this time. They got to the clearing soon enough, and he felt Roman grab his hand.

Patton was sleeping, large face pressed into the ground.

Roman stammered next to Virgil, staring at the giant

Suddenly a sound akin to a whimper left the giant’s mouth, and soon, Virgil had been grabbed by Patton, who was still sleeping.

Virgil didn’t enjoy being grabbed, or being held by a hand that was larger than him, but he couldn’t get out. Roman was staring wordlessly at him.

Virgil could feel the heartbeat of the giant, for the next five minutes, while he was held like some kind of comfort object. He was trying to suppress his panic attack.

There was a shift in movement, and Patton woke up, immediately letting him go, and shuffling backwards slightly, beginning to ramble in their strange language

—

Patton had been upset when his new friend, Virgil, had left. But then he’d fallen asleep, so it didn’t matter really.

His dream was upsetting. He had fallen asleep thinking about friends, and therefore thinking about Logan. He had seen Logan in his dream, and Logan had been glad he was gone, glad to get rid of him.

Patton knew logically that Logan was his friend, and that he probably wouldn’t be glad of his disappearance, but that was also a distressing thought. He didn’t want to make Logan upset, either.

It was a very upsetting situation. When he’d woken up, he’d noticed that he was holding something.

He looked down, finding that he was holding Virgil close to his chest, like he did with his stuffed animals when he’d had a nightmare at home. He’d hastily let go of them and started apologising profusely, finding them staring at him with those wide eyes.

He noticed as well that they had brought a friend with them this time. Oh, what a bad first impression he’d made…

His apology faded out as he stared at the new arrival.

They had curlier hair than Virgil, and a different colour scheme. Darker green eyes, of which he could see both, and a pinkish-red skin, and blood red hair. Their clothes were fancier than Virgil’s, and they were red and gold.

He looked between them and rested his chin on his knees, feeling very guilty.

They looked at each other, speaking in hushed voices as though they were scared he’d suddenly be able to understand them. Soon, Virgil’s friend stepped forward, and introduced themself the way Virgil had

He repeated the name, nodding to himself, and then he introduced himself as well, watching them repeat it too, having similar trouble as Virgil with pronunciation. He smiled.

For the next few months, he stayed in those woods, visited every other day by Virgil, or Roman, or both. They were teaching him their language, but it was slow going.

Patton wasn’t very good at this kind of thing. They seemed to be somewhat nervous to be around him. At first he had chalked it up to his height compared to theirs, but he’d started to notice that it was something else.

He couldn’t puzzle out what.

It was on one of these visitations that he heard a noise. He strained his ears to hear it again. It almost sounded like…

“Patton!”

Patton’s eyes widened. He knew that voice

He shot up, into a standing position, something he never did when he was with his little friends. They got nervous easily

He called back

“Logan?”

Logan was here, how was Logan here? He started running towards the voice, and barrelled into Logan’s arms

“I- I missed you,” he said quietly.

Logan returned the hug, just as tight as Patton had started it, and Patton felt his eyes burning with tears

“Let’s go home,” Logan whispered, voice on the edge of cracking.

And, they found their way back home, something Patton had been worried about for a long few months.

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@a-chilly-pepper @da3dm

#sanders sides gt #sanders sides fic #sanders sides story #sanders sides g/t #giant/tiny #g/t #giant tiny #sanders sides au #sanders sides #sanders side fic

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waltwhitmansbeard · 9 months

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could you write another why haven’t you been eating with vaxleth but it’s Vax that’s the one who hasn’t eaten and keyleth finds

43. "Why haven't you been eating?" this is set in grow with the flow! tw: depression

Vax isn't as slick as he likes to think he is. Keyleth notices when the shadows in the apartment start to coalesce, when his eyes dim in the string lights she's hung to make their tiny studio feel less like a shoebox. His smile hasn't reach his eyes in days, and she's still learning the steps to this dance, when it's okay to push and when she needs to let him come to her. She hears him talk to his sister on the phone and wonders if Vex can hear it too, the dull edge in his voice, like the script he's reading from isn't particularly interesting. They've been together long enough that Keyleth doesn't take it personally anymore, except for the gnawing guilt in the pit of her stomach that she doesn't know the right thing to say to breathe life back into him.

So on one chilly autumn night, when the sky is black as a raven's feather and the moon is swollen and bright, Keyleth slides up behind him on the bed, hooks her chin over his shoulder, and plucks the phone he's been doom-scrolling on out of his hand. She ignore his "Hey!" of protest to point past him at the dinner left untouched on the bedspread beside his knee. "Why haven't you been eating?"

His whole body tenses, so she wraps her arms around his middle. He's skinnier, she can feel it. "Not hungry."

Sometimes, this conversation can be like pulling teeth. "For four days? Because that's how long it's been since I've seen you put anything in your mouth."

"Something in particular you'd like me to put in my mouth, Kiki?" But neither of them find his joke very funny.

"Is there anything you want to talk about?" There's a long silence as he picks at the stitching in the bedspread. "It's okay if there isn't. But...I miss you. When you go away like this. And even though I know you'll come back to me, I can't help but worry in the meantime."

His body sags back into hers, just a bit, but she holds him up. "It's just...the food." He shrugs. "It tastes like ash."

She presses a kiss to the crook of his neck. "Do you think...maybe getting some help could...help?"

"Hey." He peels one of her hands from his middle and plays with her fingers. "I'm fine, really. Just...in a funk."

"I mean, I'm no expert, but when I'm in a funk, I make Tiktoks exposing my plants for being drama queens. I don't go four days without eating because food tastes like ash." She squeezes him tighter. "I don't want your world to be bland and gray. You're the brightest person I know. You deserve that light, too."

Vax sniffs once. "Yeah. I don't know. I don't want Vex to worry."

Keyleth snorts. "Too late for that, dude. She texted me an hour ago to let me know she could get black market Zoloft if we needed it. I think Percy's physically blocking the door to stop her from charging across town right this very moment."

For the first time in over a week, Vax smiles a smile that doesn't send Keyleth's heart sinking into her stomach. "Yeah, she's pretty great." He turns to look at her, and there's a warmth in his eyes that nearly brings Keyleth to tears. "So are you."

"So are you." She kisses his forehead. "If you eat your dinner, I'll let you play with my hair."

He laughs, and hope swoops fast and bright through Keyleth's chest. "You'll let me play with your hair, anyway."

"Eat, or I'm blending it into a slurry and baby birding it to you until you don't look quite so much like death."

"Rude." But he obliges her, picking up the plate of leftover pasta and popping some into his mouth. He's going to be okay, she knows that, but she's gonna be here every step of the way until she's sure, until the winter passes and spring blooms in his eyes once again.

#ask #Anonymous #critical role #critical role fic #cr fic #vox machina #vox machina fic #vaxleth #vaxleth fic #my fic #critical role au #cr au #vox machina au #vaxleth au #grow with the flow au

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slightlystupidhun · 1 year

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If The Shoe Fits… Bear it.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6,

Part 7

Summary: Prince Vincent Solaire, of Wonder Land, spends a wonderful night with a stranger, but what happens when the shoe left behind fits someone else.

He had sat in his chair for only five minutes total that night. The large white ballroom marked with golden accents and intricate paintings of angels, was now becoming his least favorite place in the world. Each time he sat down a new person would come forward asking him for a dance. He was bored to say the least. No one was catching his eye, and none of the conversations he had had were anything new. The only thing he found interesting was the different masks everyone wore.

“Now announcing…..” the name was muffled and Vincent couldn’t care to look up and listen. He continued tapping his fingers on his thrones arm. Then he was up being pulled out to the dance floor by non other than King William Solaire. Suddenly he was passed off to the most recent guest.

“I don’t believe you’ve dance with them yet?” William chuckled as he pushed the Prince forward. The person in-front of him offered him a gentle smile as he readjusted his mask. The gold and black half faced mask almost falling completely off his head. He looked up and was met by a full face white and gold mask with lace flowers.

“Hello,” they spoke up at him. He could hear the smile in their voice as they bowed to him.

“Ah uh Hello,” he returned the favor, noticing their lace suit jacket pant combo. He took their hand and stared at them as the music started playing. They moved together in time to the music.

They didn’t know what they were doing. Why did they even come to the ball, and alone at that. It’s not like they were high class, in fact, they worked at a small boutique at the edge of town.

“So stranger,” Vincent’s voice broke through their intruding thoughts, “What brings you to the ball.”

The mused at him and their smile came through even with the mask. “I don’t know, must be fate. Or a learning experience.”

“A learning experience?” He questioned.

“Yes. Learning what I should and shouldn’t be doing, what better way than to dive in deep?”

The music slowed to an end neither of the pair wishing to part. The crowd resumed its dancing and Vincent decided to take this opportunity to converse more with the stranger. He took their hand and lead them through the large marble doors out to the garden.

The night air was chilly against their fingertips. The crickets were playing their symphony’s and the birds were all nestled up for rest. The only thing louder than the crickets songs were the laughs coming from the pair strolling through the garden.

“I see I see,” Vincent laughs, “So what are you? A royal, a peasant, a god.” He winks at them, but it’s blocked entirely by his mask.

“Oh quite a flirt aren’t you?” The giggled over at him.

“Quite evasive aren’t you?” He shot back at them as he looked at the rose bush next to them. It was full of red roses all in full bloom, and he plucked one from the plant and handed it over to them. “So what’s your life like.”

“Not as amazing as yours I gather. This glorious castle, a strong kingdom, all to you, all owed to you.” They sat at the edge of a white Cupid fountain at the center of the courtyard.

“All owed to my father. And yes, it is glorious, but as glorious as it may seem, it is a heavy burden.” He sat down next to them.

“What an amazing burden to have money must be.” They nudged him with their elbow. And he chuckled. He was extremely handsome, even with the mask. Even if they had no idea what he looked like without the mask they would find him attractive. He had one of those personalities.

“It’s not fair,” he sighed nodded to them.

“What?” They looked at him.

“To be as attractive as you are” he turned his head to look at them his face now mere inches from theirs. Their breaths mingled and immediately felt ten times warmer. The cold chill of the outside air was no match for the heat coiling between the two. They both leaned in.

The stranger felt to compelled to kiss him as they began lifting their mask. But then there was the reminder that this wasn’t right. He didn’t know them. He didn’t know that their life was already complete. He didn’t know that at their home they had someone waiting for them. They had a strong dependable man who would move heaven and earth for them. Their heart was already won, and they were about to make the worlds biggest mistake. That’s when the bell chimed for midnight and finally broke them out of their paralysis. They stood up and began running for the door, Vincent chasing after them.

He chased them back through the royal hall and down the steps of the palace. As they made it down the second flight they tripped, stepping out of their glass slippers to run away faster. When they bent down to grab their shoes they saw him right behind them and took up to running again, hopping on their horse and riding away.

Vincent stopped at the bottom of the stairs and picked up the slippers looking at the shrinking figure.

“Vincent! What’s going on?” Vincents adopted brother, Grand Duke Sam called catching up to him. Same parter, a royal from the Lupinia Kingdom followed shortly after.

“I danced all night with a wonderful creature. However, I believe they had to leave at midnight because they up and ran away.” He spoke still staring off into the distance.

“Or they simply did not fancy you.” Sam’s partner spoke up.

“Regardless of the outcome, I must find them. I am going to seek them out. Starting tomorrow, have every person in town try on these slippers, I’ll accompany you in the afternoon.”

“This is a fools errand.” Sam spoke up.

“Then I have found the perfect fool.” Vincent smiled at his brother.

“I’ll stay at the palace. I wish not to associate myself with your search of this elusive stranger.”

*I HOPE YOU ALL HAVE ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER! Sorry it was so short!!*

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lavandevanille · 1 year

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March 30th

It stormed while I was out yesterday and I only came back home this morning, so I was kinda dreading to see what weather damage I'd be coming home to. Unfortunately, one each of my lavender and bird's eye chilli seedlings turned out to be much too fragile so. rip.

On the bright side, the rest of my plants really loved the sun and rain and they're all just even more lush now than ever!

And on top of that, the last of my peppermint pods on the SG3 finally sprouted! I don't have a single defective peppermint pod! 🥳🥳🥳✨💕✨🥳✨

Aah the idea that I may very possibly be drowning in a ton of peppermint plants in a month or so is so very exciting!!

🥰

#apartment gardening #plant mum #plants and herbs #basil #chilli pepper #calendula #lavender #bird's eye chilli #gardening woes

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harrarthellix · 5 months

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@lord-gortrash tagged me so here it is for Lucerm

Animal: Black bull

Color: dark gray, copper

Month: December

Song: O Father, O Satan, O sun - Behemoth

Number: 0

Plant: buddleja morning mist

Smells: smoke n cigars

Gemstone: Red Rhodonite

Season: Winter

Time: Last ray of sunshine

Places: Unkept wooden bed, humid dungeon

Food: Raw meat. Better if it still bleeds. He would eat you

Drink: Blood

Element: Fire

Astrological sing: Sagittarius

Seasoning: Bird's eye chilli

Sky: Starless night

Weather: thunderstorm

Social media: Does not have. Imposible to contact

Magical power: Infernal Fury, ring of fire, mist of the hadar

Weapon: longsword

Artstyle: Mannierism and expresionism

Makeup product: eyeshadow

Candy: chocolate 100%

Long distance travel: will walk everywhere

Fear: Ocean. Specifically, drowning

Mythological creature: Ouroboros

Pice of stationary: paperclip (weapon)

Three emoji: 💀🔥🔱

Celestial body: Dying sun

Bye

#im sorry i dont know who to tag #feel free to do it and tsg me #tav #Durge #oc

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ethereal-bumble-bee · 5 months

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Seabirds- Ralbert

This was originally written on Quotev as a request from someone, using one of their OCs x Race. I’ve changed it to be ralbert, as their OC isn’t mine and we kinda fell out of touch for reasons, so enjoy this cute little Ralbert fic!

“Al, would you look at this?”

Albert heard the awe in Race’s voice as he stared over the edge of the bridge, and he glanced over to see what his boyfriend was looking at. Their walk was supposed to be a short trip across the bridge, to Brooklyn and back to make sure Spot Conlon was still tolerant of the union, but the cool evening had set in and the sunset had caught Race’s attention. Albert loved that about him- how he always stopped to appreciate beautiful things.

Glancing over the railing, he could just barely see the sun, rays of light coating the world in an almost surreal shade of orange as it disappeared over the horizon. Race’s eyes sparkled with amazement, and he wrapped an arm around Albert as the redhead came to stand beside him. Despite the chilly air of the night as evening set in, Albert’s heart warmed his arms and legs as Race squeezed his shoulders.

“It’s wonderful,” Albert agreed after a moment, whispering so as to not break the magic of the moment. Race hugged him close, and for a while it was just the two of them, basking in the fading light of the sun. Somewhere in the distance, Albert heard a squawk and smiled as his eyes caught two seagulls flying side-by-side. They weren’t with any other birds, the expanse of the river their only companion other than each other. It seemed some sort of a beautiful symbolism- maybe those birds didn’t need anyone other than themselves. Now, he didn’t know where they were going, most probably south for the winter, but he found himself wishing he was going with them. Far, far away, where the stress of life couldn’t find where he was.

Briefly, he wondered if Race ever would be willing to leave with him.

“I wonder where those two birds are going,” Race commented absentmindedly, and it was as if he’d read Albert’s mind. Albert chuckled softly, shrugging.

“Me too.” Turning to face him, he planted a kiss on Race’s freckled cheek. “Who knows? They could be lovers, heading off to a new life together.” Smiling, he continued to speak, slowly getting lost in his own thoughts as he voiced them aloud. “Far away from the hustle and bustle of New York, where they can rest in peace and spend their bird-lives together.”

Race raised an eyebrow. “You’ve sure thought about this a lot, huh?” He nudged Albert with his elbow, grinning at him teasingly. “Is that why you’ve been so quiet?”

Albert blushed slightly, elbowing Race back and laughing. “I guess so.” He looked back out at the river. “I think it’s kind of a metaphor, you know?”

Race nodded beside him, humming in response. “I think I get it,” he said after a moment, his voice slightly wistful.

“Do you ever think we could do something like that? Run away together, I mean.” Albert glanced up at him, his heart rate suddenly picking up as the weight of the question hung between them. Race paused for a second, and Albert genuinely thought he’d messed up.

He’d already begun to open his mouth and formulate an apology when Race smiled. “I’d want nothing more, mio amato.”

Albert leaned his head against Race’s chest, smiling to himself, and Race hugged him close as the final bit of light disappeared, leaving the world shrouded in quiet darkness. Normally, the darkness enveloping them would be something for a man to be afraid of, a symbol of lost hope and danger, but those worries meant nothing to the two boys standing on that bridge together.

Albert liked to think that he and Race were like those seabirds, flying far away from the night, having only each other and their shadow-like outlines in the sky to let the busy world beneath them know that they were there.

#newsies #fanfiction #newsies musical #writing #racetrack higgins #race x albert #albert dasilva #albert newsies #racetrack newsies #race newsies #ralbert #bee writes stuff

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tyo-mimt · 5 months

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23/36. @tmnt-event-blog

A cold winter day makes one of Casey's favourite memories.

Heat was something he knew to be adjacent to burning. Casey's been burnt before, he's experienced atrocious temperatures and weather conditions in the past. The apocalypse isn't exactly known for pleasant temperatures, seeing as a cold chill can come and go as it pleased whenever and however it wanted to.

Temperature was something Casey never noticed until it got too uncomfortable... But it was also something he never knew could feel pleasant.

Winter came, harsher than usual. The snowfall was more akin to a hailstorm and the temporary (thinking about it, all of their bases so far have been temporary) underground base they were in didn't have the best insulation.

Sluggish and dragging his feet against the ground, Casey barely managed to navigate through the hallways. He bumped into a tall figure, face planting into the plastron of a particular mystic warrior.

"Master Michelangelo?"

"Whoa, buddy, you're looking a little chilly."

Understatement. He didn't stifle his laugh, maybe delirious from the cold. Just by habit, he remained with his face on that plastron, draping the loose fabric of the box turtle's robes over his shivering figure as the boy fought his body to create more body heat.

"Hey, want me to show you a trick?"

Casey nodded, pulling away only to take Master Michelangelo's hand. He was led through the corridors, passing by the occasional survivor before making it to the large break room-like lounge. Hand let go, the boy stepped back as the turtle brushed his hands together.

Master Michelangelo's eyes glowed. Instead of the piercing blinding white, it was a softer shade of yellow. He spread his palms open, gently cupping a flame in his hands. It wasn't burning; it wasn't destructive like it would've been on the battlefield. It was more akin to the light from a candle: soft, safe, warm...

Warm?

Casey felt himself reach out, careful not to directly touch the flame. It wasn't scalding... It glowed gently against their hands, radiating heat that sent pleasant tingles through his frozen fingers and throughout his body.

"It's like a little light..." Mikey chuckled at the reaction.

"Has anyone ever shown you a campfire?" He asked. The boy shook his head. Stepping back, the box turtle revealed a pile of dry sticks in a stone basin. He leaned down, placing the flame upon the kindling and watching as the fire spread across the firewood.

It didn't spread any further, which only made Casey grow more starry-eyed.

"I thought I smelled a campfire around here!"

He turned his head, seeing Commander O'Neil walk in with Donatello (as always) behind her. She set herself down by the fire, rubbing her hands together and thawing her icy cold hands against the flame.

"Good, I'd've turned into a popsicle otherwise!"

"Spare your dramatics. With the heating I've installed around the base, it would be difficult for you to develop hypothermia, let alone frostbite."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, I know you're cold, too, Dee." Commander O'Neil pulled Donatello down next to her. Two other pairs of footsteps approached from behind.

"I'm surprised you broke the campfire out so early."

"Junior got cold."

"And you didn't?"

"Kill two birds with one stone. It'd be a win-win to set it up now."

Sensei slid next to the campfire, Uncle Raph following from behind to wrap them all up in a hug. That included Casey, sandwiched comfortably by Master Michelangelo and Sensei.

He felt tired all of a sudden. Or rather, relaxed... Surrounded by another rare moment of quiet revelry, Casey allowed his eyes to close as he dozed off. This was everything.

#rottmnt #tmnt holiday bingo #candle night #rottmnt casey junior #rottmnt future mikey #rottmnt future april #rottmnt future donnie #rottmnt future leo #rottmnt future raph

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eiswig · 7 months

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I decided that since I keep coming up with obikin scenarios on the daily, i might as well post them. Today’s idea— the classic amnesia trope. But what if both of them forgot who they are? That’s right, it’s double amnesia!

Obikin Drabble

10.9.23

Rating: G

He was on his back, against solid ground. It was quiet, only the sound of chirping birds could be heard. He was breathing, thankfully, smelling chilly, thin air, and plants or trees of some sort. The bright, overwhelming light of the sun streamed into his eyes, he raised his arm to shield his face, and was surprised to see his knuckles were bloodied.

Blood? Am I in danger? His mind struggled to keep up, he didn’t hear any commotion, he didn’t feel pain- well, much pain. He did feel pain- his back, ribs, but it didn’t seem urgent. It was dull, and he had a distinct thought that it was something he was used to. There was something shiny next to him as well- a ship, grounded, slightly tipped forward with its nose stuck in the dirt, but in good shape otherwise.

“Hello there,” a voice sounded, from not too far away and he sat up, not sure if he could stand yet, but still ready to defend himself- but the man was just sitting, cross legged on the ground, hands empty, with auburn hair swaying in the wind.

“Who are you”- he asked- “where am I?”

“I’m afraid I’m not sure” he said, with a wry smile, “who are you?”

Eyes wide— the realization hit him that he didn’t know. He was himself, of course… but he couldn’t conjure up a name. He looked down at his body again, it seemed familiar, but, “I— I don’t know.”

Sad, blue eyes met his. “Ah. I was hoping you would.”

They held eye contact, and somehow, though the words went unsaid, established they both didn’t remember their identities, but knew they were close- with an integral trust between them. He couldn’t place their relationship but he knew they hadn’t been fighting each other.

Fighting. Looking down, he recognized the telltale signs of a fight, and on the ground between them were two cylindrical metal objects with handles, but no blade. They were wearing similar clothes, his own were just a darker shade.

“Are we fighters? Have we been… using these…” what were they called? “light, light—“

“Sabers!” The other man finished, “lightsaber, that’s what these are then,” coming to the resolution at the same time.

“Huh. Lightsabers,” that seemed right. Somehow he could tell which one belonged to him, and he grabbed it, also realizing the same arm was metal- but whose blood was it then? “Well, it seems we lost.”

“Perhaps. But we’re not dead, which is good I suppose,” the other man stroked his beard, which seemed a familiar gesture; but sparked annoyance.

“No. This is not good…! Who are we, what are we doing here?? Does anyone know we’re here? Will.. whatever we were fighting come back? Are we stranded?”

Anger, irritation, fear, and profound confusion swirled through him. It felt… dark, but the world around him was still so bright—

“We’ll I’ve only been conscious for a few minutes—” the other man snapped back, “you don’t have to be so rude.” The man looked so disappointed, an expression that seemed endemic to his facial features. The man seemed to be older, muscular of course and, handsome. Very good looking, with shining blue eyes, which made something in his chest clench up.

The thoughts of darkness faded, instead he felt small, subdued, hollow—

“Ugh!” He rocked forward to get on his hands and knees before attempting to stand, but something around the other man’s wrist began crackling with static, so he sat back on his knees. They both watched it as it activated itself and shone with blue.

“General Kenobi, do you copy?” came from the unit, but the other man looked confused. They made eye contact, and held it again

“I- I- yes I suppose that’s me” he said, and adding as an afterthought, “Copy.”

“You suppose?”

“Well this comm unit is on my wrist, is that my name? And who night you be?”

“This is Cody, sir. And yes you are General Obi-Wan Kenobi What happened? What is your status? Is General Skywalker with you?”

“Describe him for me?” General Kenobi said back.

“Brown curly hair, scar across his eye, dark clothes, metal arm—”

“Ah yes, but more of a golden brown color though, don’t you think?” Kenobi’s eyes were twinkling, regarding him.

“I don’t really think—” cutting himself off and sounding resigned, he continued, “yes, that’s Anakin Skywalker, sir”

“Anakin Skywalker,” he, Anakin, tested out, bringing a hand to his lips. It seemed right. “We’re generals?”

“Yes you are,” the voice, Cody, sounded annoyed, “where are you? Are you harmed”

“I couldn’t tell you where we are but we don’t seem harmed,” General Obi-Wan Kenobi said, “we are near a ship, but don’t know if it still works.”

“There’s been a fight,” Anakin interjected. Somehow he trusted the man on the comm, too. “But it doesn’t seem like we’ve been fighting each other,” he pointed out.

“Of course you weren’t- what is the last thing you remember?”

“I don’t… I don’t remember anything,” he replied.

“Same here” Obi-Wan said. “But we aren’t bodily injured.”

“All right, well we have your location, we should be there in a manner of hours, just stay there, sirs.”

“Wait, wait, don’t go—” Obi-Wan said, bringing his comm closer to himself like he could grab onto the disembodied voice. “Who are we? What are we doing here? Where are we?”

As if this vital information was just general knowledge, Cody replied “You are Jedi knights. Obi-Wan, Anakin was your Padawan. You were sent to find and capture a night sister, but… it seems she found you first. She must have cast some sort of memory spell on you. Kix and Ahsoka are already researching it… oh you don’t know who they are —well I’ll have Ahsoka comm you to explain. I need to coordinate—”

“What are we to each other now?” Anakin asked, “now that I’m no longer his Padawan?”

“I, ugh,” Cody replied “Really? This is what you ask..? Ok listen, no one really knows ok? You are close, closer than friends…? Familial, but not actually related? You two fight and bicker, but you’re always together, you are a team— I don’t know. Undefined. I just do my job” he sounded increasingly frustrated.

“Okay, okay, thank you, Cody,” Obi-Wan said, shooting Anakin a chastising look, “Really, I’m sure we’ll figure things out and remember soon.”

“Just please stay there and be safe; go inside the ship, there should be supplies and cots- please don’t do anything risky. Just. Don’t do anything at all.” He pleaded. “Cody out”

“Seems like he really wanted to avoid that question, hm?” Obi-Wan regarded Anakin, blue eyes twinkling again, before looking back at the ship.

“We should explore!” Anakin blurted out- and shot up to stand. He thought about being in close proximity to Obi-Wan, someone he’s apparently ��closer than friends with,’ —how close?— tending each others wounds, cots around… and felt his stomach flip over.

“No, Anakin- we’re going in.” Obi-Wan said firmly, standing up himself and dusting himself off to turn to the ship. Even covered in dust, and blood, he looked good. Strong. Almost regal. Anakin felt his eyes stray to strong looking thighs, a toned ass, as Obi-Wan turned toward the ship’s side door. His former master. How close were they, really? Was past Anakin getting to experience this man in bed? If so, good for him. Or was he just hot for teacher? Had they ever spoken about this need he felt deep down? Or was it only now that whatever other stuff filled their relationship was gone, that Anakin’s mind could shift to romance and sex?

He found himself not really caring. And suddenly he desired nothing more than to be in close quarters with a handsome stranger.

#obikin #drabble #fanfic #amnesia #tropes #double amnesia

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ask-a-w · 7 months

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Steamy Morning

For Aeon Week Day 7: Free Day

Summary: Leon and Ada have a hot morning. :3

Author's Note: Saving smut for the last day. :P

AO3

FF.net

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The chirping of birds outside their house woke Ada up from slumber. She stirred and noticed the morning sun rays had peeked through a slit in the curtain, illuminating her husband’s form just a tad. She smiled at Leon who was still fast asleep and laying on his stomach.

Admiring his handsome features, she was always happy to see him so peaceful and carefree. Ada carefully brushed away a strand of blonde hair from his face and planted a kiss on his temple. She got out of bed quietly and saw their cats, Cobalt and Ebony, curled up together in their cat bed at the corner of the room, also deeply asleep. It seemed everyone had pleasant dreams last night.

Picking up her discarded robe from the floor and draping it over herself, she went to the bathroom to wash up before proceeding downstairs to prepare breakfast for two.

Meanwhile, Leon was having a very nice, sensual dream. He and Ada were soaking in a hot, steamy hot spring together and getting up to all sorts of naughty things.

Eventually though, the birdsong and smell of food made Leon stir. He yawned and rolled over, rubbing his eye as he sat up. He noticed Ada was not with him, but knew she must have been in the kitchen. Not bothering even with underwear, Leon headed downstairs. He saw his wife clad in a robe in front of a stove and smiled.

“Mornin' gorgeous,” Leon said with a smirk and stood at their island counter, waiting with bated breath for her reaction.

Ada was preparing toast and was in the midst of scrambling up some eggs in the pan when she heard Leon pattering to the kitchen. She turned her head to greet him.

“Good morn-” Ada paused as she eyed his naked form and then raised an amused brow at him. “It’s a good thing our neighbours don’t live right next to us. Aren’t you cold, handsome?”

“Do I look cold?” Leon joked. It was a tad chilly though, so he took a few steps forward to wrap his arms around Ada, feeling her warmth through the soft robe.

“Hm... I know you're happy to see me,” Ada replied coyly as she felt his flourishing erection against her robe. She did secretly love how affectionately he was behaving.

“Sleep well?” He asked her as he lightly kissed her ear. “I had the best dream about us. We should really go to a Japanese hot spring resort some time.”

“I slept well, handsome. I suppose we should book an autumn or winter holiday to Japan then.” She replied and pressed her butt against his crotch. He uttered a soft groan in response. Leon loved the feeling of his bare manhood up against Ada, but the robe was in the way. Still, it was soft and snuggly all the same.

“Give me a moment,” she switched off the flames and gently nudged his arms away, sliding the eggs onto a nearby plate before placing the empty pan back on the stove.

Ada faced him and wrapped her arms around his waist. “So, what did this dream entail that you forgot to put on clothes for breakfast?”

“Well, we were both hot, naked, and wet for starters,” Leon whispered softly and kissed Ada's neck. “It was just so steamy, and one thing led to another. I almost wish I hadn't woken up, but you're much better than a dream.”

Ada kept grinning as he peppered kisses on her sensitive neck. She was already growing hot and wet between her thighs. The blonde then took a hold of his wife’s robe and gently pulled it open, revealing her bare breasts. Now his erection grew to full mast as he smiled down at her. “So beautiful…”

“Good thing you woke up then.” She leaned in and kissed him. Gently at first but she grew more insistent as her hands snaked up to his neck and hair, lightly tugging on the strands.

Leon moaned into the kiss, and his hands slid down Ada's smooth back to her butt. Deftly and carefully, he grasped his wife, picking her up by her bottom and carrying her over to the kitchen table. He placed her down, still clad in her robe, and nuzzled her hair. “Let's have some fun…”

It never surprised her how strong he was and she held onto him as he carried her. Ada moved her butt closer to the edge of the table and spread her legs open, resting one on his shoulder while wrapping the other around his ass. “You have an open invitation, Leon Scott Kennedy…” She purred into his ear and gently nibbled the side of his neck.

“Here's my RSVP,” Leon purred back, and slid his manhood deep within her. He moaned audibly, feeling her walls hugging him snugly as usual and he went to shower more forceful kisses on Ada's neck. Her head tilted back automatically to give him more access to her flesh.

Gripping her hips firmly, he started to glide in and out, hearing the table creak slightly from his movements. This angle was truly magnificent and rapidly driving him insane. “So good…”

Ada chuckled and there was a grin on her face as they mated on the kitchen table. Her hands slid down to his back, bringing him closer. The feeling of being joined as one was addicting and she will always want more of him.

“Tell me more about the dream... were we sitting at the edge of a tub doing this...?” She asked breathlessly as he twitched within her. “Show me what we did and I'll make it real.”

Leon nodded and quickened his pace. “We were at the edge, just like this,” he said. One hand reached up to cup his wife’s breast. “And then I teased you like so,” he lightly pinched and rubbed her nipple between his fingers, feeling the bud engorge under his touch. Leaning down, he took the other nipple into his mouth and suckled on it for a moment.

“Mmm…” Ada murmured with approval and pushed her chest up into his mouth and squeezed him down under. “And where did the dream end so we can pick it up?”

“It ended before I could take you from behind,” Leon murmured to Ada. “Like this.” The blonde pulled out, making her whine from the loss of contact. He reassured her with a kiss to her temple as he slid one strong arm below the back of her knees while supporting the other on her back. The blonde brought her over to a nearby wall as her robe fell to the floor and he placed her down, positioning her towards the wall tiles.

Ada immediately braced her arms against the wall and bent down slightly, allowing her husband optimal access. Leon repositioned his manhood against her slick entrance and slowly eased himself back inside inch by inch until his pelvis was flushed against her ample bottom.

His wife could only gasp when he took his own sweet time to slide into her once more. There was a steel bar on the wall that was used to hang kitchen towels and Ada slid her hands up to grip that instead.

“I love it when you’re so dominant and fuck me like that Mr Kennedy...” She said breathily as he took her at a steady rhythm. The tell-tale coil in her belly was slowly winding up, threatening to overtake her senses.

“You love it huh?” Leon replied and gave her butt a firm smack before he began to thrust harder, loud wet slaps of skin against skin filling the kitchen. He held onto Ada's hips, having complete control over their mating. If Ada liked him dominant, he would give that to her.

Ada's moans slowly filled the kitchen as well and she allowed herself to bask in the moment. “I love how you fill me up whenever we are together. Your antics drive me crazy…”

“I haven't even begun, gorgeous…” Leon whispered seductively. He leaned over Ada, pressing his chest against her back and sandwiching her between him and the wall. Leon reached with one hand to grope and tease Ada's nipple again, and the other went to find her clitoris to rub in circles. To top it all off, Leon nipped Ada's ear, stimulating every erogenous zone he could as he dug his rock hard member in, spearing her G spot repeatedly.

Her moans quickly turned to squeals of delight and pleasure. “Yes... Oh yes!” She closed her eyes and gave into the blissful sensation that Leon was subjecting her to. Her hand grabbed the arm on her breast and she held onto him tightly. The sensation in her belly shot into her spine but she kept holding on as she didn't want this hot mating session to end.

The blonde grunted hard as he nailed Ada from the tightest angle he could. “Mmnf, you make me cum buckets baby. I am gonna flood you!!” He quickened his pace even more, until he felt like her legs trembling. “Now come for me…”

Ada chuckled when he talked dirty. It was a rare occurrence that he did so and came for her husband she did. She shivered with ecstasy and panted for air.

Leon gripped Ada as he slammed her one last time. Sending a torrent of his white hot baby batter inside his mate. He arched his body to push himself in as deep as he could go, wanting to coat Ada's womanhood as thoroughly as he could.

Leon shuddered along with his wife, getting out every last shot of ejaculate. He let out a long sigh and finally relaxed after a few more thrusts. He inhaled deeply for a moment, then began to kiss her neck. “That was… wow…” He managed to whisper as he laid against her.

“That was amazing.” His wife concurred and leaned back against Leon.

Leon straightened up and pulled Ada up with him, nuzzling her lovingly. “We should talk dirty more often…”

“I don't know... your dirty talk makes me laugh though,” she smiled and looked back at him with a grin.

He chuckled and kissed her warm cheek. “Well, dirty talk is pretty funny in general.” He held her close, gently massaging his wife’s breast with one hand and rubbing her lower stomach with the other as he pressed up against her back. "I love you Ada."

“I love you too, Leon.” Ada whispered and stood with her husband in the kitchen. The moment was interrupted by both cats meowing and staring at them through the pet gate off to the side. “Well, isn't this awkward…”

“Uh huh, yeah, it is…” Leon chuckled nervously. “I think I should get some pants on now, and maybe we should tidy up a bit after our session. Then we can enjoy the breakfast you made so lovingly.”

The cats just sat at the gate, waiting patiently for pats and scritches. Ada wiggled her butt just a little. “Hard to clean up when you’re still buried in me,” she mused and looked at one side of the table that was out of view from the cats.

“Hm, why don’t you take a seat on the table closest to the sink? I’ll help clean you up.”

“Oh? Alright," Leon responded, and pulled himself free from his wife's tight and slippery hold. He was softer now, but his manhood was still a bit swollen. The blonde did as Ada asked and sat at the edge of the table with an all knowing smirk. “Not too clean, I hope.”

Ada felt some fluid coat her thighs as she walked over to her husband. She grabbed a stool and set it in front of him before she took a seat. Her hands grasped his manhood and Leon responded with a happy “Mmmm!”

She kissed his stomach before making her way down to clean him up orally. She had tasted him before but it was interesting to taste herself as well post-orgasm.

Leon lightly ran his fingers through her raven hair to show his approval, not that she needed it. “Oh, that tongue, you're too good to me, Ada…”

Ada hummed at the back of her throat and licked him slowly. “Ooohhh…” Leon moaned again in sheer pleasure as her mouth vibrated around his length.

After a moment of sucking him to her heart’s desire, his wife eventually paid attention to the most sensitive part of his shaft, laving her tongue all over and under… Teasing the sensitive ridges and tip as she did so. When Ada deemed him clean enough, she pulled away with a beaming smile. “There, all done.”

He bit his lip as he felt himself almost about to orgasm once again, only for Ada to stop right before his peak. “Aw,” Leon sighed as his manhood slipped out from her red lips. “Alright, guess it's your turn then.” He hopped off the table and offered his spot to his wife.

“Easy there, lover boy. You don't want to overwork yourself so early in the morning, right?” Ada winked at him and perched herself on the table. She crossed her legs and looked at him coquettishly.

“Riiight.” Leon gave Ada a lopsided smirk as he got down on his knees in front of her. He very carefully took both of his wife's legs and gently pulled them apart to reveal her glistening womanhood to him. It was slick with both of their essences, and while Leon was hesitant, he owed Ada the same treatment.

The blonde leaned forward and planted a kiss on Ada's labia before lapping at her. He could taste himself on her, unfamiliar but not entirely unpleasant. If she could taste herself too, he could do the same.

Ada leaned back and placed her arms behind her to brace herself from the onslaught of Leon’s tongue. Sure enough, it was highly pleasurable and she sat there, enjoying all of it. She murmured with approval and sighed.

Leon closed his eyes as he continued to clean up his wife’s warm sex. He could feel the pleasure from her, and it encouraged him to go further, slipping his tongue between her folds, down into her vagina, then out again to thoroughly polish her clitoris.

Ada arched her back off the table as she felt herself spiralling down the edge once more. “Two orgasms in a few minutes? You spoil me...” she whispered as she allowed herself to give in to the sensation once more.

“Mm…” Leon replied with his voice muffled by Ada's labia. He hadn't intended to make her come, but he was happy to nonetheless. It just meant he had a little more to clean up. After another minute of getting all her moistness, Leon stood back up and wiped his mouth. “You got a little extra that time.”

“Thank you, handsome. I'll make sure to take care of you later~” She smirked and leaned in to kiss him. Never mind that they could both taste each other, she was in love with her husband and wanted to bestow as much affection as she could upon him.

Leon happily returned the kiss and smiled. “Okay, for real this time, let's have some breakfast, my stomach is growling at me. But first,” he paused and went to the gate where the cats meowed at him. He reached over to pat them both. “We're done with our fun now, kitties.”

Ada joined him and bent down to give them affectionate strokes on their heads and backs. Satisfied with their morning scritches, they trotted away to do whatever cats did.

“Why don’t you get dressed? Maybe wear the tight blue briefs that I like. And could you help me get a pair of underwear too? It’s getting a little breezy.” She winked at him and went off to clean the table top and stool before she washed her hands to pop their breakfast into the microwave.

"Alright alright, gimme a minute." Leon replied playfully. He walked to the bedroom and fetched the blue underwear his wife liked, tugging them on. As for Ada's panties, he chose his favourite, a silky dark purple one that accentuated her butt.

He rejoined Ada in the kitchen and handed her the underwear. "I think this will do."

“Thank you, Leon.” Ada replied and slipped it on before tying her robe close. She brought the plates to the dining table and took a seat beside him.

“This has got to be one of the hottest mornings I’ve ever had,” she remarked and laid her egg on top of her toast.

“It was one of our best mornings, I think,” Leon replied and cut into his egg to let the yolk run onto his toast. “You loved it.” He leaned over to kiss his wife before digging into their delicious breakfast.

“And so did you. We've got to thank your dream for it,” she teased and bit into the egg and toast. “Do you really want to go to Japan?”

"Yes, I think we'd like it," he said and sipped his drink. "What about for a winter vacation? I heard the Japanese countryside is beautiful when it's snowing."

“Oh, I've not been back to Japan for a while... Are you sure your other reason isn't wanting to live out your fantasy dream?” Ada said coyly.

“Would it be so bad if it was?” Leon smirked back at his wife and slowly bit into his toast. “Is it something you would want to do with me?”

Ada leaned in to kiss his cheek. “Of course I am game for any sexual adventure with you, handsome.” She whispered sensually and continued to eat her breakfast. The heat between felt like it couldn't be quenched.

The blonde chuckled as he chewed his food and swallowed. “In that case, I should book our next flight and get a reservation.” He rubbed her leg with his bare foot affectionately. "Thank you Ada."

She rubbed his foot back with her toes. “So, what do you want to do for the rest of the day?"

“Mmm, do you want to fuck around some more?” Leon asked innocently.

“I thought you'd never ask,” Ada replied with an equally straight face.

#Ada stories #Aeon Week 2023 #Ada Wong #Leon Kennedy #aeonweek

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honey-andmilktea · 10 months

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"𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐞, 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞. 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞."

– 𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚 𝐆𝐢𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐧

・゜゜・．🤎📜☕️ 𝐍𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐬: 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏: 𝐀 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭

✒️ 𝟐𝐊 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 | 🤎 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥!𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐱 𝐀𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫!𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐎𝐂!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐲!𝐎𝐓𝟕 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐎𝐂!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | 🌙 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 [🧸], 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫 [🦉], 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 [🥢], 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐀𝐔 [🏛️]

👜 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬.

🕰️ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐍𝐨𝐧𝐞!

🍁 𝐈 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐎𝐂𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲! 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐨𝐫 𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐙!

✏️ 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭!

🐻 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝! 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭, 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐭! ^^

🍷 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤? 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞! | 𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚? 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫! [𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞!]

👻 𝐑𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞- 𝐛𝐮𝐭…𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞~

It was a peaceful morning in Seoul. Birds were chirping happily, and leaves ruffled as a light breeze moved them. Today was a perfect day to sleep in before college classes start. It’s a week before school starts and all types of students will be commuting from home to school.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

That peace didn’t last long as a loud beeping could be heard throughout the whole house. It signified something was backing up.

It sounded like a huge truck!

Lee Chul groaned as she sat up slowly. Her hair was a mess, and she was slightly annoyed. She ran her fingers through her long-tangled hair as she yawned loudly. She turned her head to see if she could peek out through her window. She let out another groan and rubbed her eyes as she got the covers off her body. After planting her feet on the soft carpeted ground, she made her way to the bathroom. She used the toilet, took a shower, brushed her teeth and hair. Once done with her morning routine, she walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped tightly around her body. She looked through her closet to find a nice comfortable outfit. Chul wasn’t very feminine. Her style could be described as loose, baggy, and comfortable, but she had her times where she wore more form fitting and revealing outfits.

Since it was the beginning of Fall, and it was getting chilly, she settled with a loose white knitted sweater with a white shirt underneath. She put on a pair of black leggings with some sneakers to match and was ready to head out the door. Before she left, she went over aloud what she had to do for the day. “Get breakfast, visit Ha-Joon for lunch, go to work, buy dinner and head home.” She mumbled to herself. She grabbed her bookbag, made sure her wallet was inside with enough money for dinner. She slung her bag over her shoulders and grabbed her keys. She made her way down the street and checked her phone for the time. “I have enough time to sit and eat breakfast slowly before I have to go to Ha-Joon’s house” She mumbled again to herself as she smiled softly and placed her phone in her bag. As she walked down the street, the opposite way of her new neighbor’s house, she didn’t notice the huge moving truck and the set of seven boys wearing masks coming in and out carrying heavy boxes. She lived blissfully ignorant of how these boys would flop her whole life just by becoming her new neighbors.

Well…

For now.

Chul made her way to a small café that was about a 5-minute walk from her house. She was a regular at that café coming every morning since she didn’t have time to make herself breakfast or get a snack when she was too lazy to make herself something. She walked into the café and smiled as the warmth of the café hit her. She took her wallet and went to order her usual. The cashier saw her coming and smiled at her already knowing who it was. He had short black hair and a pair of round glasses perched on his nose. Choi San was the cashier’s name, and he was the most caring, softest, and brightest man Chul has met. They slowly became best of friends after meeting about a year ago. After their faithful meeting she came to the café every day and ordered the same thing every day, a flat white coffee with something sweet on the side. As San became closer friends with Chul he noticed the girl’s massive sweet tooth, she could eat a whole plate of pastries if you handed it to her. He also noticed she had a big appetite for most foods. The two could never really meet up outside of the café because of their different schedules but the boy was always happy to hang out with her during his breaks.

The café was quite empty today so San and Chul could talk for a bit while she waited for her food. “The usual?” The boy asked with a raised eyebrow knowing what was coming next.

“You should already know the answer to that!” The girl grinned letting out a laugh while the boy chuckled and signaled to another man behind him that was working today too.

“So Lee Chul, how are you feeling about classes starting soon?”

“Well Choi San, I’m basically crying and sobbing that the summer is over.” He playfully rolled his eyes at the use of his full name but then instantly started to laugh.

“I’m excited to see you on campus more often! There’s even the chance we’ll get a class together. We’ll just have to plan it out for next semester.” He said it quite excitedly. Chul rolled her eyes, a small smile on her face.

“San~ I’m starting to think you have a crush on me. How would your dear boyfriend feel about that?” She was happy that she was going to see the ravenette a lot more. Especially since they were a part of the same concentration! Chul giggled and the boy’s face warmed up with a slight blush as he shyly pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He rolled his eyes at her with the smallest smile.

“I'm excited to be able to hang out with you more though. We barely get to see each other.” She pouted as San started to laugh and shook his head at her. Chul’s food was done and was placed carefully on the counter. The younger took out the amount of money she owed and placed it in his much bigger hand. Before Chul could take her food, San started to climb over the counter ready to take her food to her table. The girl waved her hand in front of her and shook her head frantically.

“No! No! San!” She kept repeating the same words over and over again, but San didn’t stop. He got to the other side of the counter and grabbed her food. He turned to look at her and smiled cutely.

“Lead the way cutie.” He stood there with his shit eating grin as the girl stood there looking at him with disbelief. San laughed at her, the smile on his face never wavering. "Relax! I have a break right now and the shop is empty either way. I don’t have much work to do.” He smiled reassuringly to the smaller girl motioning for them to go sit down. She sighed and then huffed to go sit down. Chul sighed and then huffed, giving into the boy’s antics. He smiled his cute heart shaped smile and cheered. They sat down at the table as Chul placed her bag underneath the table. She took a sip of her coffee as San placed his elbows on the table. His chin was poised on his hands as he looked at her with bright happy eyes. “How has everything been? I haven’t been able to talk to you in a while. I have no clue what’s happening in Lee Chul’s life.” San chirped as he stole a piece of her blueberry muffin. She glared at him as she placed the coffee down but neither the less answered his question.

“Well…” She started as she took a bite of her tainted muffin with a smile, "It’s been quite the ride!” San laughed as he knew where this was going to getting comfortable in this seat while she spoke. Chul told him about her “adventurous” break, which mostly consisted of visiting her brother and playing around with her animations as well as photographing, and the boy nodded his head, chuckling softly at how she thought this was adventurous. Knowing that his friend wasn’t one to go out much nor be online much just made this a tad more entertaining than it should. Once she finished the last sip of her coffee the girl ended her story time.

“That was quite an eventful time you have been having.” He chuckled softly as she let out a small whine.

“You know I don’t go out much! I also don’t have a lot of friends either.” Snorting and shaking their heads they had a bit more conversation until they started saying their goodbyes. San hugs her saying one last goodbye and watches her until she is out of sight. Chul walked down the way to where her brother’s house was. There was a nice breeze flowing that made Chul’s hair dance along as she walked. She looked at the shops that passed by her and watched people walk in and out of stores with bags in their hands. Glancing over, a store caught her eye.

It was a mini convenience store. It looked small and cute, a little rustic. It seemed like a hole in the wall place that not many people knew of, and she smiled. ‘Maybe I should get some snacks.’ The brunette thought as she crossed the street to the store wishing to herself that she had brought her camera. She walked in and was greeted by an older woman. Giving her a smile and a small bow as a greeting to the older. Looking through the many different aisles she hummed looking at things her brother and nephew might like. Once she decided on what snacks to get, she walked up to the small line in front of the cashier that had formed while she looked for her items. As she was waiting, she noticed a man with a hood and mask walking into the store. He seemed a little suspicious along with intimidating with his height, but Chul didn’t pay much attention to him. The line moved slightly to where there were only two people in front of her and that’s when the man with the hood stopped behind her. He had a lot of junk food in his hands from what she could see from the corner of her eye. She got a little tense but tried not to think about it so much. ‘He’s just here to buy stuff just like you, stop being so paranoid you idiot!’ She scolded herself furrowing her brows not noticing the small confused look the man was giving her.

The line moved up and so did Chul, but as she moved forward one of the bags in her arms fell without her noticing. The man behind did notice though, he bent down, struggling a bit as he did so, and picked up the bag for her. He shifted the majority of the bags onto his other arm and proceeded to tap on her shoulder lightly. When he pulled his hand away, he pulled down his mask so he could talk better. “You dropped this miss.” The girl stiffened a bit in response as she turned around and looked at the man. As she saw that his mask was down, she was shocked by what presented itself before her. The male was young and had chestnut brown eyes and a smile that almost made him look like a bunny. She had also noticed how softly he spoke. ‘He’s so cute!’ She thought as her face slightly heated up. She was going to reach for the bag and utter out a thank you until the boy blurted out the next couple words. “You’re really pretty!�� This caused her to instantly heat up with the compliment.

The boy noticed what he said and instantly started to blush and stutter out an apology. “I-I’m so sorry!” He squeaked out and Chul couldn’t help but chuckle a little at his reaction which caused him to blush even more fiercely.

“It’s okay. You’re cute so I’ll let it slide.~” She said with a small smile that stopped the man’s heart. “Thank you by the way, I’m Lee Chul.” “I’m Jeon Jungkook.” He gave her another bunny smile, a red blush dusting the tips of his ears and cheeks.

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