gotta be the saddest shit ive seen all day. he IS a minor. your shipping him with a man who's almost 30. dude..your the type of person to say "I HATE PEDOS!" and then go making pedo ships..I'm not saying enjin is one..but y'all are over here making comics about Zanka wanting to be graped.
this is sick and disgusting, I can not believe some people are like this, your supporting pedophilia btw, this is why people call anime weird, because of people like this making this weird shit
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He wouldnโt say he likes physical contact, nor that he needs it. Much less that he craves it. But his body betrays him every time you touch him, as if he doesnโt know how to process it, as if itโs too much after so long without anything.
And you know it.
Both of you are lying in his room. The light is dim, just enough for him to read without effort. One arm holds the book and the other, almost out of inertia, rests on you. Youโre curled up against his chest, calm, apparently asleep.
Zanka lowers his gaze from time to time, watching your breathing, making sure not to move too much. Itโsโฆ strange. Uncomfortable. But not in a bad way. Until he feels your lips on him.
His jaw tenses instantly, as if something inside him had been triggered without warning. You donโt move much, you just leave a soft, almost lazy kiss, as if you were still half asleep.
But you donโt stop there.
Another kiss, slower and more aware.
Zanka stops reading. The book is forgotten on his chest as his breath hitches for just a second when your lips move lower, brushing along the line of his jaw down to his neck.
โWhat are you doingโฆ?โ he asks, and his voice comes out lower than he expected.
He doesnโt get an immediate answer. Only the warmth of your breath against his skin, the faint touch of your lips again, firmer this time.
โJust giving you love,โ you murmur against him, and the vibration of your voice runs through his entire body.
Zanka goes completely rigid and his face turns red within seconds, the heat rising uncontrollably to the tips of his ears. His hands tremble, hesitant, unable to decide whether to push you away or pull you closer.
He doesnโt know what to do with you, or with this.
โTchโฆโ he tries to say something, anything, but it dies halfway when you leave another kiss, slower, more intentional.
Your fingers slide lightly along his torso, unhurried, as if you were exploring something you already know but enjoy tracing again. He reacts as if every small touch were too much, because it is.
โAre you okay?โ you finally ask, stopping just enough to look at him.
Zanka is completely undoneโฆ his eyes donโt know where to look, his lips are slightly parted as if he wants to say something but canโt find the words, and his handsโฆ still donโt know where to go, suspended in the air, completely useless.
Heโs a complete mess, but you canโt help but smile, because you knew exactly what you were doing.
You tilt your head slightly, watching him calmly, almost with curiosity, as if you were measuring how far you can go before he completely collapses.
โYou have no idea what to do, right?โ you murmur.
He clenches his jaw, clearly frustrated.
โShut upโฆโ he growls, but he doesnโt push you away.
Your lips return to his skin, slower now, more deliberate, leaving kisses that no longer seem accidental at all. And this time, when his hands finally react, itโs not to stop you.
Both arms wrap around your waist while his chin rests on the top of your head, as if clinging like a koala is the only thing he has left to keep from losing control.
He exhales sharply, closing his eyes for just a moment. โYouโre troubleโฆโ
The training yard was deserted, except for Zanka, who was too busy polishing Assistaff to notice anything else.
You took a deep breath, running your fingers over the strange lightness at the back of your neck. The long hair you used to tie back was gone, replaced by a fresh, sharp pixie cut. It felt liberating, but as you approached him, a sudden wave of nervousness washed over you.
"Hey, Zanka," you called softly.
He nodded in response, not looking up immediately.
"If you're looking for Riyo, she went to..."
Zanka stopped mid-sentence when he looked at you. His beautiful blue eyes widened, and the rag in his hand froze against the wooden staff. He stared at you, his mouth slightly open, completely taken aback.
"Uh..." you mumbled, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. Instinctively, you reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, only to remember it was gone. "I, well, I changed my look. What do you think?"
Silence lingered between you. Zanka blinked, his gaze following the line of your jawline, the way the cut accentuated your eyes, and the exposed, vulnerable curve of your neck. Slowly, an intense blush crept across his face, painting his cheeks and the tips of his ears a bright red.
"Zanka?" you asked, your heart skipping a beat. "Is it that bad?"
"No!" he blurted out, much louder than he intended. He cleared his throat roughly, looking away to hide his flushed face, though he kept glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. "No, it's not bad at all. It's just... you surprised me."
"Do you like it?" You persisted, taking a step into his space with a mischievous little smile, finding his nervous reaction incredibly endearing.
Zanka tightened his grip on Assistaff a bit more, trying to regain his usual composure, but failing completely. He looked at you again, and his eyes softened as he truly took you in. The cut suited you perfectly: bold, clean, and beautiful.
"Yes," his voice lowered to a softer, sweeter tone. He reached out, and his calloused fingers hesitated for a second before gently stroking the short, soft strands at the side of your head. His touch was incredibly light, as if he were touching something precious. "It looks great on you. It makes your eyes pop. And... You look beautiful."
You smiled broadly at the compliment, and the warmth in your chest matched that of his face.
"Thanks, Zanka. I was worried you'd think it looked weird."
"Tsk, no way," he huffed softly, a genuine, affectionate smile finally breaking through his blush. He placed his hand on yours, giving you a supportive squeeze. "You'd look great in anything. Now come on, we need to find something to eat before everyone else finishes it all."
Jfc I didn't realize how normalized writing abt incest/pedophilia was on this platform. Enjoy all the smut you want just leave that bs out of it, get help /gen.
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YES YES YES I WAS RIGHT. THOSE 4 REALLY ARE THE FOUR APOSTLES
Wait, so if the first Hell Guard was Ophelia Amne then how did the Nijiku clan come to power to lead the Hell Guards ๐
Kyouka also says that they were intermediaries between Gods and Humans but they failed the role which led to a fight between God and Humans - which Humans suspiciously won and I think it's presumably because of Vital Instruments. Which also means why Kyouka had such a stark reaction to the handcuffs.
They were using Anima-induced relics after all. Only fire can fight fire so there is no way ordinary material will be able to suppress anima unless it contained anima itself.
Alsoooooooooooooooooooo about the Nameless Recorder๐๐It has definitely something to do with Kuro and Corvus' factions.
Yes I say Kuro and Corvus because I definitely believe they are associated in some way. First of all the name - "Nameless Recorder" implies it is someone that keeps track of events happening AND WHO ELSE DOES THAT - THE INFORMATION BROKER KURO!! Then second of all - the symbol. It's very similar to the one behind Corvus' head - NOT TO MENTION Corvus means crow/raven in Latin.
And notice how the scene pans to crows multiple times in the chapter ๐๐this has to be foreshadowing.
A/N: I got inspiration form one of my socials so youโre getting sweet Till that cares for you even when heโs annoyed with you.
CW/TW: feelings of being unwanted, emotional distress, low self esteem, anxiety, yelling that causes emotional distress.
Tags: Till x reader, original AU, alien stage AU, gn reader, shy reader, sensitive reader, reader wants to be accepted & loved, reader loves Till, Till makes reader cry, hurt/comfort, Till loves you but doesnโt know how to express it & is being tsun tsun about it, Till & reader are in their late teens (try 18 - 19 I like depicting them as adults still), idiots in love.
You wanted to kick yourself in the stomach. You shouldnโt be surprised for being dumb like that.
You were by yourself, hiding behind a tree where youโre hoping no one would find you. You wanted to be alone after hearing those gutting words that felt like a knife is digging into your heart.
You didnโt mean to do what you did. It was an accident. Purely, it was.
On your way to hang out with the four people you always hang out with; Mizi, Sua, Till & Ivan - you step on a flower crown.
The soft petals brush against your foot, caught between it & the grass below. A surge of guilt hit you immediately as you realized that you stepped on someoneโs flower crown.
You thought to apologize for it once you find its owner.
You bend down to reach it, examining the flowers that were a bit crinkled, but not in too bad shape. Hopefully the person who it belongs to wonโt be too madโ
Before you could finished that thought process, you notice that someone was standing in front of you. When you looked to see who it isโ
Your heart stopped.
It was Till. Looking at you as if ready to burst into tears. Fist balled up as if ready to push you. His eyes focus on the arranged flowers in a loop in your hand.
It dawned on you that this was most likely his flower crown. You felt even worse once that hit you. Your hands started to tremble, heart pounding like a mile of a minute.
Before you could say anything, Till snatched the flower crown in your hands, somehow not ruining it the process - but making you flinch at the swipe - taking a couple steps back. He storms off, going back to the crowd of kids that you were still far away from.
After that unpleasant experience, you didnโt felt like hanging out after that.
When you had a moment to calm down, you decided to make it up to Till. As awful you felt about that exchange you had with him, that didnโt stop you for wanting to apologize for what you caused. Even when it was unintentionally.
You searched for one of the flowers that grew around in anakt garden. Or at least, you think they actually do grow here.
You managed to find one. It was pretty & hopefully it will be a way for you to apologize for your mistake.
You were honestly dumb for thinking that.
You try to present him the flower, gesturing for him to take it. As a way of an apology. You were never good with words, heck, you were kinda unsure of what to say of how you deeply feel at times. But you were hoping he would take the apology you wanted to give to him.
Only for him to turn away, walking away from you.
You thought, maybe, he didnโt understand you were trying to say sorry. So, out of your own stupid eagerness to ever to make up for it, you followed him. Trying to express your feelings through words as best you can.
Only for Till whip his whole body to you & yell:
โStop talking! Youโre so annoyingโ just leave me alone!โ
Running away from you as you just stand there, feeling something you never felt before. A deep, painful tug at your heart as if it was gonna break apart at any moment.
You didnโt realize you were crying till you felt a warm wet liquid stream down your face.
Now youโre here. Sitting on your legs, head hang low, weeping as quietly you can.
You honestly deserved that kinda of reaction from Till. Who could blame him for being angry when you stepped on something that most likely made him happy.
You have a feeling Mizi made for him. That could explain why he looked so upset. Making the aching feeling in your chest hurt more.
You feel terrible. Yet you donโt feel like you have the right to cry or have these feelings. You ruined something that belonged to your friend.
Someone you cherish, someone you deeply cared for. Someone that made you feel comfortable enough to cling o to & watch him draw or write music.
You even feel a little dramatic for reacting so strongly to this. You kinda wanna disappear & hopefully you wonโt be heard from again.
Okay, youโre actually now being really dramatic.
But you couldnโt help with how you feel. Nor could you stop the tears that flooded before slipping by the corners of your eyes.
All you could do right now is cry.
โHey?โ
You jumped. Recognizing that voice from anywhere but donโt have the heart to turn around to see his face to confirm it.
You hear the rustle of grass beside you. Feeling his stare on you. Hiding your face behind your hair to hide your red puffy cheeks stained with tears.
You then tensed up as you feel arms around your shoulders, pulling you into his embrace. Your head on his chest. Causing you to stop sobbing for a bit from your surprise.
You two stayed like that for a bit, you trying to grasp at this rare display of care. A bit too scared to ask.
โYou know I didnโt mean those things I said, right?โ He asked. You feel the vibrations against his throat.
You sniffled. โB-But you werenโt wrong.โ Your voice shakes with a slight tremor. โI was being - hic - annoying & pestering you. - hic, hic.โ
Your crying continues as you babble about your transgressions.
โI also ruined - hic, hic, - your f-flower crown. You had every right to hate me now.โ
You hear him sigh. A hand cupping your face.
โLook at me.โ He commanded. It was gentle but firm.
You lift up your gaze to him. Seeing his teal eyes staring back at yours. That spark of fire mixed with a trace of guilt but also a sense of worry.
โI donโt hate you.โ
He pulls out his sleeve, his hand now grasping the end of it, using it as a handkerchief to wipe away your tears.
โYou were just trying to be nice & I kindaโฆ - sigh - got angry at you when you did nothing wrong.โ
Nothing wrong?
โB-But I did do something wrong! I stepped onโโ
โIt was an accident, idiot.โ
He cuts you off, looking now annoyed but it didnโt seem directed at you. He closes his eyes for a moment, then soften as he sees you trying to scoot away but holding you close to his still.
โIt flew out of my hands, so it was my fault. You wouldnโt have known that you were gonna step on it.โ
โB-But.. the flower crown I ruinedโฆโ
He breathes a sigh again.
โItโs fine.. Mizi made me another one so itโs fine.โ He tucks you in his embrace, hands resting on your upper back. One seemingly subconsciously rubbing your back. โSo, forget it, you didnโt do anything bad.โ
You whimpered. The tension in your shoulders leaving now, grasping the back of his shirt, burying your face in his shirt.
โYou really donโt hate me..?โ
โNo.โ He says. Words muffled against your hair. โI like you being here.โ
Those words replace the ache in your heart with warmth. You knew what he says comes from the heart. Even tho words that come off as mean, you know that he doesnโt mean those to people he would care for.
In this moment, you wanted to at least believe that he means them when he says he likes you here.๏ฟผ
A/N: time of the month decided to attack me so Iโm gonna make headcannons of how till will be taking care of you on your period. Fellow ladies, youโre welcome.
CW/TW: period talk, woman pain, period cramps.
Tags: till x reader, till headcannons, fluff, period comfort, cuddles, pampering, till is sweet, awkward till, loving till, fem reader.
โข most definitely, Till would be grossed out by the conceptโs & definitely be relieved that he doesnโt have to deal with that every month.
โข however, him being sweet & your boyfriend would feel bad that you gotta have to deal with that as a woman.
โข he would be awkward about it as till would be, but would try to help you out as much he can.
โข he would rub your tummy or back when youโre dealing with cramps & brings your heating pad to make the cramps easier to handle.
โข he brings you snacks so you have something nice to munch on.
โข he honestly likes to spoil you regardless but in this case, itโs even more reason to do so for him since he knows you donโt have it easy.
โข as embarrassing it would be, he also would go to the store to stock up on pads so you guys have enough for your monthly pain.
โข he would spend time with you if you so wish for it if you ever feel clingy.
โข the same applies if you need space especially when he can see your hormones acting up with you being snippy.
โข if you two end up getting into an argument because you were emotional, he would come by to apologize & reassure you that he knows that you donโt mean to be snappy.
โข he would also give you cuddles shortly after as a way to have a quiet moment with you to ease your pain if you so wanted.
โข he knows how strong you are & is proud of you pushing through this everyday when it happens. Heโll be there for you every step of the way.
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เฑจเง๐๐ฒ๐ง๐จ๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฌ: It was Rudo's "Welcome to The Ground" party. Yet, it was also Follo's first time drinking booze with his peers, and well, with you.
เฑจเง๐๐๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ : Follo x Fem! Reader
เฑจเง๐๐๐ ๐ฌ: Established relationship, Tiny wee suggestive, Making out, Drinking, Drunk! Follo, First time drinking, Might be ooc
โผ๏ธPROOFREAD, EXCEPT I DID NOT TAKE IT SRSLY โผ๏ธ
เฑจเง๐๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ: 1035 words
โง๐ผ.๐๐๐๐
It was evening, you were invited to a party, a welcome party to be specific. The Cleaners HQ gained themselves a new member, also a giver. A Spherite, who fell down from the skies, crossed the border alive and well.
As you were sitting in a table with your colleagues, Follo marched towards your table with a handful of booze. Five bottles to be exact. The supporters table cheered as the alcohol was served.
Each one grabbed a shot glass, you grabbed one for Follo and yourself too. Follo sat down beside you, sliding your extra glass to him.
"It's your first time drinking right?" You asked, tilting your head to the boy.
"Mhm," He nodded. Nervously fidgeting his shot glass on the table, it was actually Follo's first time drinking alcohol, it's pretty normal for him to go out and see his peers or colleagues drink and get drunk; though he actually never tried all this yet after Tomme and Gris convinced him to on his 19th birthday.
"..I'm kinda nervous on drinking." He added.
"And whys that?"
"What if I lost control with myself and babble out random words without realizing. Maybe even do something embarrassing." Follo's cheeks turned slightly pink, he looked at you directly with his pleading puppy eyes.
"And I don't know how to drink alcohol." You let out a chuckle with his words.
"Oh it'll be easy don't worry about it," Your hand reached out to an open bottle, pouring your glass then Follo's. "I will teach you how to!" You smiled before taking the first shot.
Follo watched you as you swallow making it look easy for a beginner. He then looks at his shot glass, raised his glass to lips then he gulped the whole thing.
You laughed as he coughed after swallowing the whole thing, his brows knit placing a hand on his face hiding from the embarrassing moment. Your laughter died down after a few more seconds calming yourself down before reassuring your partner.
"You really should take it slow first since it's your first." Patting his side. "Up for round two?"
Time passed and more bottles of beer keep adding up, most of your colleagues already passed out or drunk, whilst you and Follo were the only ones still standing strongโexcept with Follo's flushed face, it only took him 8 glasses for him to get drunk while you are on your 10th glass and still going strong.
Gris eventually showed up behind you two.
"Guess I missed out a lot," he sighs, Gris moved his attention to you and Follo who was drunk, head resting on the table eyes half-lidded.
"Ah, he finally drinks. How'd you convince him to?"
"Well I taught him how to. I wish you were here earlier Gris, he's surprisingly fast at learning things." You replied proudly.
"I think you should return him to his room now, let the boy rest." Gris said as he ruffled Follo's head.
"On it!"
โ
You carried Follo around your shoulders towards his room. As you two went into his room, you placed Follo down on his bed leaving a kiss on his forehead before leaving him.
But before heading out, he grabbed your wrist firmly.
"Don't go.." He sat up, pleading for you to stay. But you can't help but stay with him; I mean who doesn't.
You sat on the mattress beside him, hand still on your wrist. Follo's face wasn't that flushed now, but his cheeks were still this delicate pink tint on his cheeks.
"Please stay with me here, Y/N." His longing brown eyes made contact with yours. His other hand made its way to your waist pulling you in closer to him, making you sit on his lap.
Follo rested his forehead on the upper part of your chest, nuzzling his face on you acting clingier than he usually was.
"Can you please sleep with me?" He asked voice muffled. You thought it was cute seeing your boyfriend being super clingy to you.
"Sure, I don't mind" you giggled as your fingers ran though his hair. You felt kisses being pecked on your collarbones and his hands traces around your curves.
"Do you want me keep going?" Follo asked with puppy eyes that he knew you wouldn't resist, except you have full control of your sanity unlike someone who is drunk at the moment.
"Follo, sweetheart.. You're drunk, and I thought you wannaโ mmph!" Your words were cut off by a kiss, you melted into the kiss despite tasting alcohol on the other's lips which you didn't mind since yours are probably too.
A single kiss turned into a heated make out session, feeling each other's touch and tasting the remains of the alcohol from earlier.
It was addicting.
A string of saliva were connected from both of your swollen lips gasping out for air. Follo's hand slid under your shirt tracing your spine upwards making you shiver from stroking your skin lightly.
You two continued kissing passionately, Follo guided your body to his mattress not breaking a single contact with your soft lips.
He left a soft peck on your lips once more before pulling away, looking at you who was underneath him.
"You'd never leave me for someone else right?" What. The question left you dumbfounded, the silence was quite deafening.
He is now practically sobbing??? Then you realized that he was drunk while pinning you down on his bed, this may not be the first time you see Follo being a complete begging mess to you but woah.
You never knew you needed your boyfriend being drunk and this needy.
"Why would I do that though?" You cupped Follo's face gently stroking his cheekbones as tears trickled down his cheeks, wiping his tears away.
You pulled him into you closer letting him lay down on your body. You played with his hair while you shower him with constant reassurance and sweet praises to him.
"Get some rest now, you're wasted." You murmered, placing soft kisses on his forehead.
The whole night was spent with Follo's wasted sobs and you being sober comforting the poor boy with condesending praises and affection.
สเฌA/n: This was definitely NOT my best work here im crying, i was writing this during classes for days and well...
Lesson learned: Do not write fanfiction during class๐๐ป
The heavy curtains in your room were completely closed, blocking out the intense midday sunlight. Your head throbbed with a rhythmic, stabbing pain, while the familiar, bothersome cramps of your period spread down your lower back. Every small sound felt like a physical blow.
The door clicked open, painfully slowly. Follo entered the room, moving unusually quietly. He carried a tray with a steaming cup of tea, a bottle of cool water, and a clean, damp cloth. His big eyes scanned the room, softening immediately when he saw you curled up under the covers.
"Hey," he murmured, lowering his voice to a very soft tone so as not to worsen your migraine. "I brought you tea. And some water."
He placed the tray on the nightstand without making a sound. He sat carefully on the edge of the mattress, mindful not to move the bed.
Gently, he placed the cool, damp cloth on your forehead. The relief was instant, making you let out a soft sigh.
"Tough day, huh?" he asked tenderly, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. His hand felt warm against your skin. "I asked Tomme, and she gave me some tips for cramps, too."
He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small hot water bottle he'd managed to find. He carefully slipped it under the blanket, settling it against your belly.
The warmth began to ease the sharp pains almost immediately.
"Don't move," he whispered, leaning down to place a soft, lingering kiss on your temple. "Just close your eyes. I'll stay right here until you fall asleep."
He settled in, adjusting the pillows so you could rest your head on his chest while he gently massaged your lower back, his heartbeat a soothing rhythm to your ears. Gradually, the pain in your head began to lessen, dissipated by his silent care.
From the very beginning, it came naturally to him. Enjin has never been shy about flirting; in fact, he uses it as a shield to hide how much you truly affect him. โDollโ started as a habit, but over time it becameโฆ dangerously sincere.
โHey, dollface.โ
โEnjin, stop calling me that. Weโre just friends.โ
โFriends?โ he tilts his head, smiling to the side. โCome on, dollโฆ you know perfectly well I want more.โ
Enjin never stops using it, but the tone changes: it shifts from teasing to something lower, closer, especially when he thinks youโre not looking.
Zanka โLovelyโ
He didnโt plan it. He would never plan it.
Zanka isnโt one for soft words, much less pet names.
You were in the middle of something ordinary, and you did something so you that it completely threw him off.
โโฆYou did well, lovely.โ silence. He goes completely still. So do you.
โโฆWhat did you call me?โ
โโฆNothing.โ he turns away, clearly tense, but his ears are red.
He doesnโt say it again easilyโฆ but when he does, itโs in a low voice, almost like only youโre meant to hear it.
Riyo โBabeโ
Completely natural. As if sheโs been saying it her whole life.
โBabe, come here, look at this.โ
โSince when do you call me that?โ
โDoes it bother you?โ she watches you, tilting her smile.
She doesnโt really expect a no.
Riyo uses it lightly, but thereโs intention behind it: she likes how you react, how it distracts you. Sheโs playful, but she knows exactly what sheโs doing.
Rudo โSugar / Cupcakeโ
Heโs not into pet names. Not at all.
But sometimes, in rare moments, something awkward slips out.
โโฆBe careful.โ
โIโm fine.โ
โโฆTch. You didnโt look like it, sugar.โ He regrets it immediately.
โForget that.โ
He doesnโt say it again for weeks.
But if youโre really not okayโฆ he repeats it, softer, almost without realizing.
Follo โSweetheartโ
It comes out at the worst (or best) moment: when youโre hurt.
โHey, look at meโฆ look at me.โ he holds you firmly. โHey, sweetheart, stay with me.โ
Thereโs no flirting or playful intent, just pure protective instinct. But when you realize it laterโฆ
โDid you call me sweetheart?โ
โโฆDid I?โ he avoids your gaze.
Tamsy โAngelโ
And โAngelโ is just the surface.
โSo obedientโฆ my angel.โ
But it can also shift depending on his mood:
โlittle angel,โ โmy little temptation,โ โpretty thingโโฆ
Always with an ambiguous, almost dangerous undertone.
Youโre not sure if itโs affectionโฆ or if he's just playing with you.
Jabber "all chaotic nicknames"
Jabber doesnโt have just one pet name. He has too many.
โHey, pretty thing.โ
โWhat?โ
โYou donโt like it? Letโs seeโฆ gorgeous, sweetie, my favorite disaster.โ
Fu โMasterโ
It was an accident. A big one.
โYes, Masterโฆโ Absolute silence.
โโฆDID YOU JUST CALL ME MASTER?โ
โI-I DIDNโT MEANโ!โ
He turns red immediately, panicking.
He never says it again and avoids eye contact with you for the rest of the day.
August โPumpkin / Popcorn / whateverโ
A charming mess.
โHi, buttercup.โ
โWhy that now?โ
โBecause you remind me of that,โ he smiles.
August uses nicknames like he breathes.
But the unsettling part is that somehow, all of them fit.
Gris โDarlingโ
Classic, elegant, and precise.
โDarling, you should rest.โ
Always with a calm, almost gentlemanly tone, and never overused, which somehow makes it more meaningful.
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