Notes: So I decided
on a one-shot gift to you, my readers, for getting me over the 100k milestone. This is a vignette set after Paradise. Yes, that means Garrett, Jonah and Cody, with
a few more guest appearances. It also
means I opened the floodgates in my mind, and now must actively resist delving
any further right now. It would be so
easy. Sooo easy. These guys are the easiest couple I’ve ever
written, and I think I could do Cody justice in a new setting. What am I talking about? Read on, my darlins. And enjoy!
Title: Vignette: Transition
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There
weren’t many places a person could go to get some privacy inside Pandora City,
and after ten years of running all over the place after his kid, Garrett
figured he knew where most of them were at this point. He headed for the park at the edge of the
bio-dome that kept the fury of the storms from drowning their little city,
ignoring the little specks of rain that floated down like afterthoughts out of
the cloudy sky.
The Box hadn’t changed all that
much over the last decade: there were a few new families, other families had
expanded and added to their numbers and a continual flow of researchers and
contractors kept the place from becoming stale, but the city wasn’t really
growing. The high percentage of naturals
in the population meant that, no matter how good their health was and how
careful they were, the mortality rate was much higher than on any other law-abiding
colony on the Fringe. The first year,
five people had died due to old age or accidents. That average stayed pretty level for the next
decade, excepting the year when a mutated form of pneumonia had slipped past
the doctors and killed eighteen of the residents over a hundred years old, and
five children under the age of ten.
Cody had caught the virus but
kicked it fairly quickly, thank fuck.
The medical team had fought hard ever since to make sure than never
happened again, subjecting all visitors to an extensive decontamination process
before they were allowed to mingle with the general populace. It was a safe but restrictive way to live.
Which was, of course, the problem.
Garrett pushed his sleek damp hair
back from his face and scanned the park.
He might have to go along to the next site, it didn’t look like—no,
there. Cody was sitting on the swing
set, obscured by the drizzle and the slate-blue uniform Cody was wearing. It was a Federation cadet uniform, one of two
that had come with Cody’s acceptance package.
He’d won a scholarship to attend a prestigious military academy back on
Olympus, and he’d been overjoyed. He
also hadn’t discussed his decision with either of his parents, and Jonah’s
reaction had been, to put it mildly, explosive.
Cody hadn’t pulled any punches, of
course. When the kid decided he wanted
something he went all the way with it, and so he’d gone up to his room, put on
the uniform, come back downstairs and calmly announced that he was going to the
Federation Academy on Olympus next year instead of continuing his education on
Pandora.
“The hell you are,” Jonah said
immediately, his eyes almost bugging out of his head.
“I passed my A-levels with flying
colors,” Cody reminded him.
“You’re only sixteen. Those academies don’t let you in until you’re
twenty.”
“They make an exception for people
like me.”
“People like you—naturals, people
who are more vulnerable, people who can get hurt more easily. ‘Course they make exceptions, they’ve gotta
have time to work on you before something bad happens to you.” Jonah’s tone was unnaturally harsh, and
Garrett knew it was just fear, but that didn’t make it any easier to hear.
Cody rolled his eyes. “Nothing bad is going to happen to me.”
“You don’t know that. We can’t even guarantee that here, and
Pandora City is designed around your needs.
How are you gonna survive in a place like that?”
“There’s an entire program in place
for people with special needs, look—”
“When did you apply?” Garrett broke
in, wanting to head off the apoplexy that was building in Jonah’s face.
“Last winter,” Cody said, a little
sullenly.
Ah yes, last winter. When Tamara had come home to visit, bringing
with her tales of the graduate-level polyengineering program she had enrolled
in at the Academy, how amazing it was, all the things she was learning, the
training for covert operations—because that was what naturals did for the
Federation. They were the ultimate
shills, wolves in sheep’s trousers, or however the saying went. Naturals were one of the most vulnerable
populations out there, and as such were treated as delicate, looked down upon
and generally ignored by much of society.
They might not be able to use Regen to heal their wounds or cure their
illnesses, but there was nothing wrong with their brains, and with the right
kind of training they made excellent spies.
“And I got a full scholarship,”
Cody added.
“It doesn’t matter if they sent a damn
Space Ranger to give you a ride back, you’re not going,” Jonah informed his
son. Then the yelling started.
The fight ended with Cody desperate
and furious, Jonah heartsick and angry and Garrett getting backlash from both
of them. Jonah thought Garrett had
encouraged Cody, and Cody thought Garrett wasn’t sticking up for him
enough. Cody ran off into the rain,
Jonah retreated to their bedroom and Garrett…
He went out onto the porch and
smoked a cigarette. An old-school
cigarette, with actual tobacco in it and everything. He kept them as a treat for when he really couldn’t
deal with his beloved family, and smoking them gave him the time he needed to
center himself and figure out what he needed to do. Today, it was a two-cigarette problem.
There had been a time when Garrett
had considered himself a drama queen.
Hell, he’d been a drama addict,
loving the thrill of the emotions that ran through him when tempers got
hot. Since Cody had become a teenager,
Garrett had called his own father up at least a dozen times to ask for advice,
and to apologize for once being an adolescent himself. By comparison Cody was a model of teenage
perfection: he’d never been arrested, he hadn’t had to be committed to a mental
institution for any period of time, he didn’t do any drugs…apart from
adrenaline, but Cody didn’t do anything there that his daddy didn’t know
about. At least, that was what Garrett
assumed. He was actually rather
impressed that Cody had been able to keep this a secret from both of them. It begged the question: what else had Cody
been keeping to himself?
It didn’t really matter right
now. Kids were entitled to their
privacy, and Garrett had no desire to stifle his son’s individualism. He did
want to keep Cody from doing something rash, though, and that meant not leaving
him alone for too long.
Jonah was standing in the kitchen
when Garrett came back inside, his back stiff and face blank. He stood there like he was frozen in place,
unsure whether he should move to go after his son or go back upstairs to brood. Garrett ached to embrace his husband, but
experience had taught him that sometimes, Jonah just wouldn’t accept
comfort. Sometimes he needed careful
handling, and this looked like one of those times.
“I’ll go after him,” Garrett said
quietly, pulling on his shoes.
“You do that, and when you find him
tell him he’s not going anywhere,” Jonah growled.
Garrett shook his head. “I can’t say that.”
“Garrett—”
“He’s not going to listen if all we
give him are commands, sweetheart. Cody
isn’t going to stay here forever, that was never going to happen. You’ve known that for years.”
Jonah shook his head silently. Garrett moved a little closer and pressed the
point. “He’s too smart and too young and
just too bright to stay here,
Jonah. Cody wants to see the universe,
and he’s chosen a way to do it that’s going to do a better job of preparing him
than anything else I can think of.”
“He could go somewhere with us, we
could do a tour, we could—”
“No, Jonah.” Garrett reached out and rested a cautious
hand on his husband’s arm. Jonah jerked
back out of his reach, and Garrett sighed.
“That’s not what he wants. It’s
not what Cody needs: he needs independence, he needs excitement. He needs to live his own life, and he’s not
going to get what he needs if he stays here with us, no matter how good our
intentions are.”
“He’s sixteen,” Jonah bit out. His jaw was clenched so hard it had to
hurt. “He’s just sixteen, he’s too
young. He’s my baby, I can’t let him
go. Not yet.”
“He’s my baby too, and I love him
more than anything, but we can’t stifle him.”
Jonah chuckled bitterly. “You didn’t even know Cody when he was a baby.”
Garrett knew that as soon as his
husband had said it, he’d regretted it.
He could see the remorse flash in Jonah’s eyes, see it in the abrupt
movement of his hand toward Garrett. He
knew his husband hadn’t mean to imply that Garrett loved their son any less,
but he’d done it anyway, and it stung deep.
Garrett stepped back and opened the
front door. “I’ll find him,” he said
before stepping out into the drizzle and shutting the heavy door behind him. Half an hour later he was at the park with
Cody.
Garrett sat down on the swing next
to Cody, but he didn’t say anything. He
tucked his hands around the plastic chains at his sides and drifted back and
forth, looking out at the roiling grey horizon Outside where multi-colored
lightning did battle in the dark expanse of clouds. He sat and waited, and after a few minutes of
silence, Cody finally spoke up.
“I want to go.”
“I know you do,” Garrett said
mildly. “You made that rather clear back
at the house.”
“M’sorry for yelling,” Cody said,
scuffing his shoe against the spongy surface of the park. The surface wasn’t grass, because a natural
might be allergic to grass, and not made of gravel or rocks like everything
surrounding them, because a natural might fall and hurt themselves. It was all soft, spongy and safe. Dull.
Boring. “But dad wasn’t going to
listen to me anyways, and I’m so tired of him not letting me do anything.”
“Actually, he lets you do quite a
lot.” Garrett swung around a little so
he could glance at Cody. The kid—young
man’s—dark blond curls were plastered to his face, and he was shivering. Garrett couldn’t tell whether he’d been
crying with the rain, but Cody had never had his father’s unease when it came
to showing emotions, so Garrett was willing to bet he had. “I can’t think of any other person in this
entire colony who gets to spend some of every year on a fairly unsettled
Federation planet, learning diplomacy from a former Governor and getting
cross-cultural immersion with the local Drifters.”
“You set all that up,” Cody protested.
“You think you’d get out of the
front door if your dad wasn’t okay with it?
He let me use my resources to get you opportunities, but it’s all with
his consent. He wants you to have the
best, Cody. He always has.”
“Then why won’t he let me go to
Olympus?”
“Hmm, maybe because he’s scared?”
Garrett mused, still looking out at the sky.
“Maybe because you sprang this on him with absolutely no warning, no
discussion, nothing to let him get used to the idea, just an announcement
followed by a fight. Your dad worries,
of course he does, but he’s not unreasonable, Cody. You know that. And if you’d told me, I could have helped you
instead of being made into the enemy here.”
Cody looked guilty now. “Are you and dad fighting too?”
Garrett shrugged. “We might be.
We’ll figure it out, but first we have to figure you out. When does the school year start?”
“In three standard months.”
Garrett raised an eyebrow. “That’s not long. Considering it’ll take well over a month to
get to Olympus in a fast ship and you’ve undoubtedly got a whole slew of
medical procedures to get through, not to mention academic prep for the
Academy’s first year classes, how exactly did you think you were going to
accomplish this without our help? What
would have been better, a discussion that led to a real plan, or springing this
on your dad and hoping for the best?”
“I can always tell when you guys
are fighting,” Cody said, a little out of the blue as far as Garrett was
concerned. “You start saying ‘your dad’
like you’re not my dad too.”
“Legally I’m your father,” Garrett
agreed. “And I love you so much it hurts
sometimes, but it’s different for Jonah.
Losing you would break him.”
“I know, I’m sorry,” Cody said in a
small voice. “I just didn’t think he’d
ever agree to let me try, and I have to do this, Garrett. I don’t want to stay on Pandora forever, I can’t.”
“I understand. I don’t think that was ever in the cards, but
this is a little sooner than we were expecting.” Garrett stood up and moved in front of Cody’s
swing. “Let’s head home, okay? It might be tough, but I think we can talk
your dad around.”
“Okay.” Cody took Garrett’s hand and stood up, then
pulled him into a hug. “I didn’t mean to
yell at you,” he whispered.
“I know.” If there was once thing Garrett understood,
it was how a situation could get away from you sometimes. “It’s okay, Cody.” He stroked his son’s wet hair, a little
amazed that Cody was almost his height now.
Fuck, where had the last decade gone?
“It’s going to be okay.”
The rest of the walk home was
silent, but not uncomfortable. Garrett
was busy marshaling his thoughts, preparing for an argument of epic
proportions, and he could sense that Cody was doing the same. Neither of them expected to be met on the
road at the end of their subdivision by Jonah, moving fast and holding both
their jackets in his arms. Garrett’s
clothes were water-repelling, like everyone’s here, but that didn’t meant the
air wasn’t chilly.
Cody and Jonah both pulled up and
looked at each other. After a moment,
Jonah extended Cody’s jacket toward his son.
“Here,” he told him. “Put it on
before you get any colder.”
Cody stared at the jacket, then at
his dad. Then he leapt forward into his
dad’s embrace, locking his arms around Jonah’s neck and pressing his face
against his shoulder. “I’m sorry, I’m
sorry, sorry,” Cody babbled, and Jonah dropped the jackets and clung to his son
in return, holding him so tight it had to hurt.
“It’s fine, we’ll work it out, we
will,” Jonah promised, meeting Garrett’s eyes for a moment over Cody’s
head. “We’ll work somethin’ out.”
Garrett ended up carrying the
jackets home, because Jonah and Cody couldn’t quite let go of each other. They all sat down together at the table and
ate reheated food and looked over the details of the scholarship together, and
at the end of it all even Jonah had to admit that the deal looked good. “I like the bit where you have to get checked
out once a week by the medical staff,” he said, spearing a bite of macaroni.
Cody rolled his eyes. “Of course you do. I
like the part where I get to learn to pilot everything from gliders to Class H
spacecraft.”
“Piloting’s not exactly an
elective, what makes you so sure you’ll get accepted to the pilot’s program?”
Jonah asked.
“Because I already know how to fly small
ships pretty damn well,” Cody said. “You
taught me, after all.” He let his father
grapple with the feelings that statement evoked and turned to Garrett. “And I’m way ahead in biological and
environmental sciences thanks to you, so I’ll be able to skip some of the
low-level courses, and there’s a genetics lab on campus that’s supposed to be
amazing, and do you think Dr. Sims will write me a letter of recommendation?”
“Probably,” Garrett said. “She’s fairly fond of you, after all.” Actually Martina Sims, like most of the people
who worked with Garrett, was ridiculously fond of Cody.
“You know what they’ll be teachin’
you to do, right?” Jonah asked more somberly.
“You’ve got a strong resume, obviously, but these scholarships are
granted on the condition that you work where you’re told for at least a decade
once you’re done with school.”
“That’s a fair point,” Garrett
agreed. “You don’t have to accept a
scholarship, Cody. We’ve got more than
enough money to send you to a Federation academy if that’s what you want. Or a private university, too.”
“Yeah, but…I wanted to prove that I
could do it on my own, you know?” Cody
looked a little embarrassed, and a little worried of giving offense. “It’s not that I don’t appreciate everything
you guys have done for me, and everything that Grandpa would do for me if I
asked. But I needed to have something
that just came from me being me.”
“I can commiserate,” Garrett said
dryly, and they shared a smile. Heading
to Pandora had been the first real moment of independence in Garrett’s life,
and he’d never regretted it. That decision
had gotten him his family, after all.
Well, his immediate family; Garrett had quite a lot back on Paradise.
“And you’re sure this is what you
want?” Jonah pressed. “Knowin’ that you’ve got options, knowin’
that I’m not gonna throw another fit if you want to go. You could wait a bit, defer for another year
or two.”
“I know I could,” Cody said. His eyes looked a little misty. “And I’m really, really grateful for that,
but I want to do this now. I want to get
started as soon as possible, because who knows how long I’m gonna have, right?”
“Cody—” Jonah sounded anguished and
Cody held up a hand.
“I’m not saying that to make you
upset, and I’m not upset by it either.
Not anymore,” he promised. “I’ve
lived like this forever, it doesn’t bother me.
I just want to do as much as I can with the time I have. And maybe, maybe something will happen that
will let naturals use Regen, or to modify our genetic markers and then I won’t
have to worry about it anymore, but I don’t want to wait for a miracle,
dad. There’s so much I want to do.”
Jonah stared at his son with a
mixture of pride and resignation on his face.
“Then I guess you’d better do it, huh.”
“Yes!” Cody launched around
the table for another hug from his dad, then again from Garrett. The rest of the evening was spent on
logistics: travel plans, equipment needs and informing the rest of the family. Everyone on Paradise was at home when their
call went through, and Cody got to tell Miles and Claudia and Renee and little
Yvaine all at once. They were all
incredibly happy for him, and after a few rounds of congratulations Miles split
the call so he could work more of the details out with Garrett while the ladies
caught up with Jonah and Cody.
“Can you afford to spend a few days
here on the way in?” Miles asked. He looked
relaxed in his loose, light clothes, casual for around the house. Miles Caractacus had formally resigned as
governor of Paradise two years ago, but he and Claudia maintained a house in
the capital city Rapture, in part because he liked it there and in part because
moving back to the central system would put them further away from Garrett than
he wanted to be.
“Probably, if Jezria lets me take
enough leave,” Garrett groused.
“Because you know that Jack’s going
to want to see him too.”
“I’m so very far away from caring
about what Jack wants.” Jack Vendam was
Cody’s other biological father, Jonah’s much-former lover. The man had wriggled his way back into Cody’s
life but it was a courtesy at this point, nothing the courts could
enforce.
“And I’m sure I could get Wyl and
Robbie in to port if you give me enough time.”
“Yeah?” Garrett asked with more
enthusiasm. “That would be great.” Wyl and Robbie Sinclair were two of Garrett’s
oldest friends, and after Robbie’s retirement from the marines they’d taken off
to see the sights on their private ship and hadn’t stayed in one place for more
than a month since then. They’d come to
visit Pandora twice, and Garrett knew Cody would love to see them again. “I’ll let you know as soon as our itinerary
is set.”
“Good.” Miles rested his hands on his knees and
really looked at his son for a
moment. “Are you all right with this?”
“I’m fine with it.”
“Because it’s hard letting a child
go.” Miles smiled faintly. “Lord knows it was almost impossible for me
to let you out of my orbit. I don’t know
what I’m going to do when Renee gets old enough to go off to school.”
“Well, you’ll still have Yvaine for
a few years after that,” Garrett said.
“Lucky man.”
“Gare…have the two of you
considered having another child?”
Garrett felt his heart literally
skip a beat. “You know we haven’t,” he
whispered. “I’m not meant to reproduce,
Dad. Too many potential problems.”
“None of which are insurmountable.” They stared at each other in silence before
Miles finally said, “Just think about it.
Your history isn’t enough to stop you, is all I’m saying.”
“I will think about it,” Garrett
said, and the worst thing was that it wasn’t just a platitude. He already thought about it, ever since
Yvaine had been born and Cody hit his teens.
Cody was an amazing kid, everything Garrett could want in a son, but
despite all of that Garrett still felt sometimes like he wanted more. He wanted to experience a child’s life from
the moment of its birth onward, he wanted to see a baby’s first moments. He wanted a little girl with bright blue
eyes, or a baby boy with Jonah’s brown hair.
He wanted selfish, selfish things.
None of them got to bed until late
that night. Cody was the first to drop,
exhausted by the emotion and excitement of the day. Jonah tucked him in bed like he hadn’t since
Cody was a little boy, and then he let Garrett lead him upstairs to their
room. The couple was quiet as they got
ready for bed, and for a while after they lay down together Garrett was sure
they just weren’t going to talk about it.
Which wasn’t going to fly for long, but Garrett was willing to cut his
husband some slack after the day he’d had.
Then Jonah rolled over, pulled
Garrett close and buried his face against his neck. “I was an asshole,” Jonah admitted. “I didn’t mean what I said. Cody’s as much yours as he is mine, has been from
the moment he met you. Hell, he listens
to you a lot better than me. If that
doesn’t make him your kid, I don’t know what does.”
“Is this an actual apology?”
Garrett asked tartly. “Because I still
haven’t heard the magic words.”
He felt Jonah smile against the
crux of his neck. “I’m sorry, darlin’. I shouldn’t have lost my temper today, and I
definitely shouldn’t have taken it out on you.
I don’t know what the hell I would do without you.”
“Me neither,” Garrett said. He didn’t even want to contemplate a life
without Jonah. Seeing the reality of his
own father aging, knowing that in another decade Cody would look practically
the same age as Garrett, it scared him.
He turned and clung to Jonah just as hard as Jonah was clinging to
him. “I need you tonight.”
“I’ll give you anything you want,”
Jonah promised, kissing a line across Garrett’s shoulder and chest. “Anything.
God, I love you so much, fuck…”
Garrett grabbed the lubricant and
pressed it into Jonah’s hands. “Now,” he
urged, shimmying so that Jonah was between his legs. “I need you now.”
They had sex often enough, and with
Garrett bottoming enough, that Jonah didn’t have to worry about hurting him if
they skipped the preparations. Jonah reached
down and slicked his eager cock, then pushed Garrett’s thighs up and back,
lined up and slid inside. They both
groaned as he sank in to the hilt.
Ten years of sex with Jonah, and it
still felt amazing. Garrett had had his
husband more ways than he could count, in different positions and with a huge
variety of toys and still, he could find utterly perfect release just like
this, with Jonah’s cock spearing him deep, his lips worshipful against Garrett’s
pale, perfect skin, wherever his mouth could reach as he thrust deeper,
harder. No one had touched Garrett like
this before Jonah, this strange, comfortable desire that still seemed so
intense, so new and desperate and alive.
“Love you Garrett, hell, I love you,”
Jonah murmured, punctuating each word with a kiss or a thrust. “Darlin’, Garrett, please…”
“It’s good,” Garrett moaned. “It’s so good, you’re always so good. More, I need it.” He needed harder and faster, and Jonah gave
it to him, his breath hitching as he braced himself on his arms and slammed in
so hard Garrett had to lift his hands up to keep from hitting the
headboard. Perfect, rough and hot and
heavy, and he could feel every tremble that coursed through his husband’s body,
he could feel the tension build as Jonah drew closer to the end. Close, but not quite there: Jonah always
waited for Garrett to come first unless asked otherwise, and from the feel of
things he wouldn’t be waiting long.
Garrett’s prostate hummed with pleasure, his dick was hard and leaking
pressed between their abdomens and his balls were pulled so tight to his body
it was like they were begging him to let them release.
Garrett freed one hand and swept
his fingers over the head of his cock.
Just a glancing touch, but the light stimulation was all he needed to
fall over the edge. He arched and came,
squeezing Jonah’s cock hard as he did, milking the orgasm out of his husband. Jonah gasped and thrust a few more times,
slower, harder, before he finally stilled.
Garrett pulled him in close and they stayed that way for a while, still
connected, the rhythms of their hearts slowly coming into synch. It was moments of intimacy like this that
Garrett loved almost more than the sex, when they were sweaty and tired and
utterly together.
“It is going to work out, isn’t it?”
Jonah asked at last, his voice soft and young-sounding. “Cody’ll be okay. We’ll be okay.”
“I think so,” Garrett replied, not
wanting to promise anything he might not be able to keep but knowing that Jonah
needed his reassurances. “I think
everything will be fine.” Garrett would
do his absolute best to make sure that it was.
Still, the thought of the two of them here alone, no Cody, with no idea
when he’d be back…it made Garrett’s heart ache.
“We’ll do our best.”
Awww! I LOVE this! Thanks for the treat! I always wanted to see Cody a bit older. This was perfect :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks, darlin', glad you liked it! Yeah, I was moved to speed things up a bit. I actually find the idea of writing him at the Academy incredibly appealing. But oh god, that would mean tackling the beast that is YA. Not sure I'm ready for that.
DeleteThanks, Cari! I love these guys so I really enjoyed this. Think it's time to go back and re-read Paradise and Pandora.
ReplyDeleteThanks Lynette, I hope you enjoy your re-read:) I'm thinking I"ll try to edit Paradise together to get it on Literotica soon. So much to do, so little time...
DeleteJ'adore. Hell, now that Cody's going off to school, what's to keep Garrett and Jonah on Pandora when their work contracts expire? This is a fantastic way to give yourself options, C, if you decide you want to revisit and stay awhile. Thanks for the update. It's lovely to see Garrett as the cog that makes that family really work.
ReplyDeleteAw, je t'adore pour votre adoration. And yes, I wanted options and I suddenly gave myself a profusion of them. I like options... :)
DeleteThank you, thank you. I love these characters. It was wonderful to see how well the three work as a family. It would be interesting to follow Cody into the future and find out if Jonah and Garrett do have a child.
ReplyDeleteThank you Avid! I love them to. It's almost inevitable that I'll revisit them someday in the near future. They're just so much fun.
DeleteI just love this little family, I'm so glad you revisited them. I am looking forward to you expanding on Jonah and Garrett's relationship now that they'll have an empty nest! :D
ReplyDeleteHi seberu!
DeleteAnd someday I shall. They're just so tempting...it was nice to write about them again. Glad you enjoyed the vignette:)
I love love love your Bonded/Paradise/Pandora work - *please* write more!
ReplyDeleteAsk and ye shall receive, VC...I'm starting up the next part of the saga soon! Thank you for your love, it makes me happy:)
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DeleteMay I push my luck - may we have more Wyl please? I adore Garrett, but Wyl's been my favourite since the very beginning :-)
VC
Maaaybe...I'll definitely throw some Wyl in there at some point, but I'm making Cody the main focus of the next part. Wyl and Robbie will have their day, though. :)
DeleteI love how this story still feels fresh! THanks for adding to the canon!!
ReplyDeleteYou're so welcome! This story is literally a joy to write.
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