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Ben is encouraged to give an heirloom ring with "hopes" for the marriage to his new bride written inside. Showing a general disdain for the arrangement, he inscribes it, "May we fuck like bunnies, and never have enough", not realizing that magic binds the wish to come true.
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- Part 11 of Short Stories by AnonPenguin
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Reylosummerween2024 Day 6: Summer Camp.
Leia invites the whole office to a summer camp even though Rey just got rejected by her collegue, Ben. She is surprised when she sees him for the first time and realizes his rejection is even worse than she thought.
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little sir by AnonPenguin for maka_roo
Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy
05 Dec 2021
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Katreyna, the mysterious little thief in a hood and trousers finds herself at the mercy of the Lord Organa of Alderaan when he discovers her hiding in a tavern one evening. She's quite sure that her journey is at an end until he insists on bringing her back to his home to allow her recovery.
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"A man, little thief? How have you disguised yourself so long?"
Katreyna shakes her head.
"Come now," he tosses her green tunic aside and searches further, finding her small set of trousers.
"How else do you expect me to bring you onto my land?"
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- Part 9 of Short Stories by AnonPenguin
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Emma could be a winsome little thing who could readily bear his continuous critique of her character, but this felt entirely different. His censure was so pointed she truly feared she had misstepped one foot too far, that she had finally found the point at which Mr. Knightley decided she was not worth the effort to reform. That she was just, not worth it.
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Or, Emma's self-recrimination leads her to fear that Mr. Knightley may never be hers. A slightly different retelling of their love confession.
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There was little else to say after that, for she was woefully and entirely right. He had always dreamed of children, even when he himself was a child. The desire, and it’s intensity, had only grown stronger as he had gotten older. With his parents long dead and his brother married, the only familial comfort Mr. Knightley knew was visiting Emma and Mr. Woodhouse for cards or an evening of quiet reading.