"I wanted to kiss you last night. I've wanted to for so, so long but there are rules in place for a reason-yoi. I'd never want to hurt you. And in my position it could be seen as an abuse of power, as if I forced you into a relationship with me and I could never-yoi." As soon as he opened his mouth it was as if the flood gates burst open. Every thought, every doubt that played on repeat when he saw her smile tumbling past his lips. Unstoppable and raw. "Pops has always said we're not supposed to mess with the nurses, and I've always taken his words as law, but…I shouldn't have let that stop me-yoi. I'm a pirate. Not a paragon of heroics or a knight in shining armor. We take what our heart wants-yoi. And what my heart wants is you. To kiss you, like I couldn't last night. To hold you, grow old together-yoi." Taking one final deep breath, one final pause, he admits, breathless, "I love you, Coralee."

All My Love
Marcolee, 3k words, confessions
archiveofourown.org/works/78136521

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"What are you—" "I'm just trying to help," Morgan chirps, smiling as he continues massaging the Elezen's stiff muscles. "I fear if I left you alone for much longer you'd turn into a rock! These knots are something else." A moan, innocent enough, slips past the dark haired man's lips. The sound sending a shiver down Morgan's spine. "Thank you," the Elezen whispers, knuckles white and mere moments away from breaking the quill in his hand. "I…really think you should take a break. You're working yourself to the bone." Aymeric laughs, the sound smooth as it dances along the Hyur's spine. "That's funny coming from you." "Hey!" The pink haired man playfully smacks his lover's back, laughter rumbling against his palm. "I can't help it that I'm, we're, workaholics. But it's not good for either of us! You have to take care of yourself. Overworking yourself to death is not allowed."

Misty Frosty Love
WoLAymeric, 3k words, smut

archiveofourown.org/works/75345196

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Normally a vision of grace and elegance, Aoi looked more like an angry, overheated cat. Dressed in athletic shorts and a crop top, the Au Ra was the perfect vision of grumbly exhaustion. "The air's out," was her initial greeting. No smile on her red lips, no hint of her fangs that had danced along his pulse point time and time again. "Management said it'd been about a week until they fixed it." Considering it was only Wednesday, it was going to be a very, very long week. And an even worse weekend.

Summer Lovin'
Aoicred, 5k words, fluff, beach day
For @blackbeaking.bsky.social

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"I know; you've become quite the well known bounty hunter since we were last here. How many big shots have you taken down lately?" Rosa feels her cheeks burn, casting her gaze towards the dirt. It's not that she was ashamed of her 'main job'—she had to make money somehow—but part of her hated the feeling of blood on her hands. The way the deaths, their screams and final pleading looks, stuck with her for far, far too long. "It's another reason I'm so desperate to have you join our crew, ya know. You're incredibly capable; it's why I don't want anyone else to scoop you up first." The woman rolls her eyes. "I'm not suited for a life of piracy. I need solid ground beneath my feet—a place to call home I can come back to at the end of a long day." "Who's to say the ship can't be your home? That we can't be your family?"

His grip on her wrist is loose, just enough to keep her there but easy enough to pull away from should she choose, and she knows his calloused fingertips can feel her erratic heartbeat. Rosa swallows. "I…" Shanks steps closer, taking hold of her chin and forcing her to meet his gaze. Her mouth goes dry as the world around her grows silent. "I won't ask you to decide now, and I'll never force you. Just…promise me you'll think about it?" His eyes, so dark, so endless, have a faint glow to them. Like all of his hope was fighting to burst forth for her to see. Those obsidian eyes draw her in closer. She rises to the tips of her toes, fingers digging into the fabric of his tunic as her lips ghost against his own. "I promise." And she seals the promise with a kiss. Desperate, heated, and filled with all the words and feelings she couldn't bring herself to face. Not now.

Happy #WIPWednesdsay
Here's the Red Hair Pirate Rosa stuff I initially was going to scrap but then went back and switched it up to fit my film red agenda and oooh...they're gonna do things in an alley 🤭🤭

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"I simply thought I would offer my assistance. After all, I'd hate to see you suffering like this." Even with her fangs bared, Alice knows she paints a pathetic picture. Emet-Selch would never be scared off by her on a good day, let alone now as she's practically presented to him on a silver platter. Oddly enough, the thought excited her. To spread her legs and be bred by their enemy, the man who has brought nothing but grief to the First. It should disgust her, morals shining through the fog of her heat. Yet there was the part of her, tucked away in the depths of her mind that had always enjoyed his company. Had loved his touch, dreamt of that far away night when they had kissed all those moons ago. Who would fault her, blame her, when she was in her moment of need?

Heat Haze
EmetWoLExarch, 3.7k words, smut

archiveofourown.org/works/72851061

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EriBeckman you two will always be famous...

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"I do have another idea of how to make you feel better, if you wanna try it." Mismatched eyes widen as she looks up at him through her lashes, a bratty smile tugging at his lips. "Heard this from Marco. Exercise can help soothe the cramps, according to him." "I'm not going to do jumping jacks or whatever other—" His fingers toy with the hem of her pants. The corners of his lips slanted upwards, teeth bared and eyes half-lidded. "Oh, I never said what we'd be doing, did I?" Heat pools in her gut as he trails his fingers along her lower stomach, the touch igniting a fire within her. Teeth graze her bottom lip, her breath coming in short pants as he dips his hand lower. "Ace, that's—" "If you say 'dirty' or 'gross' I'll bite you." His lips are already grazing her neck, hands making quick work of unlacing her corset as he explores her skin with such fervor it reminded her of their first night together. "Although I have a feeling you'd like that too much for it to be punishment…"

RosAce my beloveds...I'll finish this one day I hope

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"I'll be off now," she whispers to her now empty room in the Baldesion Annex, a fond smile on her lips as the door clicks shut behind her. The place had seen her at her lowest, and now it was time to spread her wings once again. As she reached the entry hall she offers Ojika a polite bow of her head which earned her a soft laugh. "You're up early today, Rosa'harrio. Looks like you beat the sun." "I can't help it. I'm so excited," she admits with a laugh. "Although I have a feeling you should be resting still as well. I don't see much reason for you to linger when no one else is awake." "But if I was asleep, I wouldn't be able to see you off now, would I?" His smile is enough to tug at her heartstrings, a gentle scolding for deciding to sneak out on this journey without saying 'goodbye' to any of her allies.

Day 30: Once Upon a Time (First Steps)
RosaEsti, Post 7.0, 2000 words

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"I can't believe it's been three years," Prompto mutters, fingers tapping the steering wheel in rhythm to whatever was playing on the radio. Rosa stops staring out the window, instead turning to meet her husband's gaze. His blue eyes were soft, distant, and she reached across the center console to give his thigh a squeeze. "I know." But what she doesn't know is how to console him. It's been like this for the last three years. He would get soft spoken, withdrawn, on the eve of the anniversary of the light's return. The anniversary of Noctis' death. She couldn't blame him. What was she to do, what could she do, to try and heal a hole that had only festered and spread over a decade of separation? That grew like an unending crevasse when he got mere moments in the grand scheme of things to spend beside his best friend before he lost him again. This time forever?

Day 29: Noctis (Grave)
RosaProm, FFXV!AU, 1300 words

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Rosa awoke the next morning sore, but content. She could see the love bites and scratches, bright and red and angry, littering her skin. Everything a reminder that last night had happened. And for the first time in months, she had a dreamless sleep. No golden eyes haunting her. It felt as if that hole he had left wasn't aching. There was no voice screaming from the void in her heart, damning her. She rolls over, reaching for the extra plush pillows on her bed and intent to sleep until well into the afternoon. A yelp tears itself from her throat when she practically slaps Estinien in the face instead. The Elezen merely groans, twisting to face her. His strong arms wrap around her waist, pulling her in close and resting his chin atop her head. The Miqo'te freezes. Every time she and Emet-Selch had fucked he was gone by the time she awoke.

Day 28: God Bless You (Fling)
RosaEsti, post 5.3, 700 words

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It's not enough to see him roll his eyes, no, she can practically feel the disdain as he dismisses her appreciation with a wave of his hand. Cold and disinterested in pleasantries. "I simply did what was convenient. No reason to thank me. After all, one day you will slay me by your own hand, will you not?" There it is, that trademarked, irritating confidence and swagger that makes her hair stand on end and heartbeat skyrocket. And she wants nothing more to bathe in that arrogance, that attitude, for just a moment longer. With a smile and a slight incline of her head she turns and heads back where she was initially headed, ending her ambling and setting course for Fanow, intent on ending the conversation there. As his steps fell in sync with hers, she knew there would be no escaping Emet-Selch today. "You don't seem too thrilled, hero."

You and Me
FaytEmet-Selch, 2.5k words, angst and longing
For @mirzers.bsky.social

archiveofourown.org/works/71464096

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"It's been a while, your majesty." It was hard to hold back the wave in her voice, unshed tears gathering on her lashes as she offers a shallow bow. The Prince—no, King—pulled her into a warm embrace. The dam broke. " 's good to see you too, Rosa. Have you been keeping Prom in check?" Her cheeks burn as her gaze flicks towards the blonde, clearly some words had been exchanged without her, but all she can do is laugh. "You could say that. If anything, I'd say he's kept me afloat." "I'm glad. It took you two long enough…although I was hoping to hear bigger news when I awoke. A wedding or kid, you know?" Prompto's face turned bright red, his brothers in arms laughing as he struggled to collect himself. Meanwhile, all Rosa could so was try and fail to glare a hole into the ground. "I'll admit, even I was hoping he'd have proposed by this point…"

Day 26: No Promises to Keep (Ring)
RosaProm, FFXV!AU, 1000 words

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Alisaie that's diabolical." The Elezen in question merely laughs. "Says the woman who has the biggest shit eating grin I've ever seen." "I never said I wouldn't help you." The duo is snickering quietly to themselves, a small vial filled with bright, sparkling glitter clutched tightly in the younger woman's grasp.

Day 25: Lots of Laugh (Prank)
Gen, Modern!AU, 500 words

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The world continuing to spin and turn around them. Day to night, new struggles and Sin Eaters coming like the dawn of a new day: constantly, consistently. Rosa was tired. She longed for Emet-Selch's soothing embrace. His touch, whispered promises he had no intention of keeping, and that feeling of belonging that came only when he was near. Her stomach churned, mind struggling to make sense of herself as the moon finally rose. Marking her final day on land, her final day at the Scions' side.

Day 24: Deep Down (Heady)
EmeRosa, 5.0, Bad Ending, 900 words

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Day 23: Say My Name (Silver Lining)
EstiRosa, post 7.0, NSFW, 200 words

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Gloved hands take hold of her jaw, forcing amethyst and teal eyes to meet his own brooding gaze. In this moment, the woman knows she is nothing less than a mess: sunken cheeks, empty eyes, blood and spittle and light staining her cheeks. Hair tousled from yet another sleepless night from the light tearing her apart from the inside. Yet Emet-Selch merely holds her gaze, searching. "You poor, poor thing." His thumb wipes the mess on her bottom lip, her chin. His forehead grazing hers as he leans in close. Lips mere ilms apart as he blocks the rest of the night from her sight. "Let me ease your aches. It's the least I can do for all the enjoyment you've given me as of late."

Day 22: Jane Doe (Sway)
EmeRosa, ShB, Slightly NSFW, 800 words

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"She's a bit older, blind in one eye. But she's so sweet! If only our landlord allowed pets…" The Elezen grumbled a bit, frustration stewing behind her bright blue eyes. "There's still an hour until the event's officially over, though! So there's still a chance for her. I'm sure Ruby will find a good home." Hope, sweet and at the same time far too bitter, weighed down their shoulders. In the years that Rosa had been running the shelter and in all the time since Alisaie had begun volunteering, it was far too common for the older pets to be brought back to their kennel at the end of events like this. They always pushed for the older dogs to find good, loving homes. And more often than not they did! It just took far too long for the red head's liking. Days like these are when she curses living in an apartment with a strict landlord. "You're right, Alisaie. I'm sure someone will turn up before time's up!"

Day 21: Brand New Days (Fingers Crossed)
Gen, Modern!AU, 1000 words

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The ground is cold against Rosa's bare feet. She navigates through her room guided by the moonlight flitting through the open window. A sticky, wet feeling coating her hands, the soles of her feet. Her body aches as she moves. As if every single step was a fight to keep herself upright. The breeze cools that sticky substance splashed across her naked body, her skin growing itchy and irritated as she makes for the attached bathroom. Passing the large vanity mirror, her reflection glanced back at her with an eerie, inhuman smile. Blood, thick and red, so, so red, coated her skin. Splotches of it were on her face. Looking back, a trail of bloody footprints painted the path she had traversed from her bed to here. Her stomach churned.

Day 20: Duet (Not a weapon)
RosaEsti if you squint, Post 6.0, 900 words

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"What are you doing?" G'raha Tia, bright eyed and bushy tailed, looks up at Estinien with a tilt of his head. Very much akin to a couerl kitten. Somehow that only furthered the taller man's anger. "I'm sorry?" The Elezen scoffs. "Are you a fool? Or perhaps you're simply playing the part." The Miqo'te's tail flicks impatiently behind him, the maps and diagrams spread on the table long forgotten. As far as he can tell, there's no reason for Estinien to be so cross with him. They hadn't crossed paths in months; their last meeting back in Old Sharlayan. So just what had him so riled up? "I have no idea what you're—"

Day 19: I May Fall (Turn a blind eye)
Gen, Post 6.0, 600 words

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The central ballroom of the Citadel is alive with lights, music, and dancing. Women in glamorous dresses and men in crisp suits flittered about talking amongst one another, enjoying the delicate finger foods and expensive wines passed around on shining silver platters. Today was Prince Noctis Lucius Caelum's eighteenth birthday. Standing near the floor to ceiling windows, Rosa felt completely alienated. Despite what Ignis had told her about the guest count and how the evening was only meant to be a 'small gathering', it felt as if the entirety of Insomnia was invited to the gala. Well, the entirety of the wealthy and well off that is. Her eyes fell to the floor, taking in her reflection in the perfectly polished tiles. She looked the part, thanks to Ignis.

Day 18: Can I have this dance? (Ceruleum)
FFXV!AU, PromRosa, 800 words

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"What do you think, Estinien?" The Elezen in question turns on his heel, bending at the waist to observe the two pairs of earrings in Rosa's hands. One was a simple silver stud, the other a gold ball with a pearl teardrop hanging from it. Something about the second one sat wrong with him, the mere sight of it bringing a frown to his lips. Neither of them seemed to be something local to Tuliyollal—probably an import from the recent influx of trade ships from Eorzea—and part of him wanted to argue for something local. Something that would bring out her eyes, her smile. "Honestly?" "It's the best policy," the Miqo'te chirps back, holding the pearls up to the light and admiring the way the light shone off them. A small smile tugging at her lips.

Day 17: Friend (Hesitate)
Gen, 7.0, 400 words

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Chapter 16: Hand in Hand (Petrichor) Summary: Rosa and Prompto spend a lazy morning together.

Strong arms held Rosa in place. A chaste kiss is pressed to her temple as she attempts to wiggle out of the blonde's grasp. Prompto's grip merely tightened. The rain outside continued falling, blanketing Insomnia with its hushed symphony. Years have passed since light returned to Eos. The physical wounds had healed over by now. Having become scars that ache with the oncoming storm and acting as reminders of their hard earned future. Calloused fingers trace the ones lining her husband's arms, his chest, as she's held captive in his embrace. Her ear pressed to his skin to drink in his steady, calming heartbeat. "We'll be late if we stay in bed much longer," Rosa argues, absentmindedly tracing shapes into his exposed skin. "Ignis will be cross."

Day 16: Hand in Hand (Petrichor)
FFXV!AU, PromptoxRosa, 300 words

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Chapter 15: Stuck on you (Tepid) Summary: Rosa returns home from another uneventful date.

"It didn't go wrong per say, they just…" "Weren't 'Mr. Right'?" The Elezen gave air quotes, a knowing tone to her voice as she moves to sit up straight. "You're just dating the guy for now; it's not like you're looking to marry him." The Miqo'te sighs, running a hand through her hair to shake loose any remaining bobby pins stuck in her long red and white hair. "That's just it, Alisaie. I'm almost thirty; I can't keep hopping around looking for a fun night." "Ew." "You asked!"

Day 15: Stuck on you (Tepid)
Modern!AU, Gen, 700 words

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Chapter 14: Neath Dark Waters (Obsolete) Summary: Rosa'harrio says goodbye to Amaurot.

As she teleported into the city center, Rosa'harrio knew something was wrong. There was no one in sight. No monsters, no cloaked giants, nothing. An eerie stillness fell about Amaurot. It seems the time had come. Emet-Selch had warned her, all those years ago, that this city would fade should he die. It was held together by his magic after all. That it lasted this long was nothing short of a miracle. But the Miqo'te wasn't ready to say goodbye. She wasn't ready—could never be ready—to move forward. A part of her heart died the day she defeated Hades, another piece going with him when it was finally time for him to rest in the aetherial sea.

Day 14: Neath Dark Waters (Obsolete)
Gen, Post DT, 1000 words

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Chapter 13: Kaine Salvation (Call it a Day) Summary: Esteem confronts Rosa'harrio after she runs herself ragged.

Now left in nothing more than her underclothes, the red head lets her hair free. As it cascades behind her, kissing the bare skin of her shoulders and back, she catches the way the low light hits her reflection's eyes, the way she seemed so small. So afraid for just a moment. "I've taken hold of the reigns of my life by now. I may bear the weight of it all, may see more death and loss than anyone should, but someone needs to. Why shouldn't it be me? It's what I'm good at. It's what I'm good for." Rosa laughs, taking a seat at the vanity and coming her fingers through her long red and white locks. Esteem hovers behind her, ever a shadow, ever the watchful eye who cares more for her well being than she ever would. "The Final Days won't stop themselves. You've seen the horrors, the monstrosities. The way families are torn apart and lives destroyed. I won't let anyone else suffer if there's still something I can do. As long as I draw breath, I will strive forward."

Day 13: Kaine Salvation (Call it a Day)
Gen, EW, 900 words

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Chapter 12: Last Night, Good Night (Wish) Summary: One night during their time together in Tural, Alisaie and Rosa admire the stars.

A hum of contentment slipped past her lips as she propped herself up on her elbows. The grass beneath her was cool, the breeze pleasant, and the crackle of the fire perfectly in tune with the symphony of the night. "Aren't you going to sleep?" Rosa tilts her head back, taking in the way Alisaie's white hair was illuminated by the moonlight. She offers a half-hearted shrug as she focuses on the sky once more. "Eventually. I wanted to gaze at the stars. The constellations out here are different than back home." She pats the space beside her, an invitation and welcome, but the Elezen has already settled on her other side. "Should we see who can find the coolest one first?" Alisaie rolls her eyes. "Sounds childish." "Says the one who insisted we race across the wide open fields the other day." Rosa laughs as the younger woman tries and fails to explain herself, eventually settling back on the ground with a huff.

Day 12: Last Night, Good Night (Wish)
Sister!Rosa & Alisaie, DT, 1000 words

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Chapter 11: My Star (Monster) Summary: The fall of Insomnia leads Rosa down a dangerous path she almost doesn't return from.

Every evening when the sun kissed the horizon and moon rose high in the sky was another dance with death. She didn't have proper training. No, only what her uncle had taught her passively over the years. As a former Crownsguard, she felt there was no better teacher for her. Perhaps she was wrong. As she let the arrow fly the giant swung its sword, the earth shaking where it hit the ground mere feet from her. An inhuman sound burst forth from creature as it landed true in its neck. But that only enraged the beast. A roar rattled the red head's bones as the sword beside her swung faster than she could see. The air left her lungs as she went flying, the boulder behind her crumbling on impact. Blood, sticky and hot, dripped down her brow. Every breath was a chore. Rosa fought to keep her eyes open. The senior hunters made quick work finishing off the monster, their yells echoing through the night sky.

Day 11: My Star (Monster)
FFXV!AU, RosaProm, 1100 words

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Chapter 10: Close in the Distance (Validation) Summary: Alisaie and Rosa'harrio travel to Ultima Thule and lay their hearts bare.

"That's not all you're here for, is it?" The red head merely laughs, rubbing the back of her neck sheepishly. "You caught me. I…I often visit the field of Elpis flowers. Spend more time there than I should, honestly." "It's special to you." Alisaie isn't prying. She's more curious than anything. After all, the last time she saw Rosa'harrio here she was barely holding herself together. The mask of a hero cracking under the weight of a final farewell she didn't quite understand the weight of. "I'd like it if I could accompany you. To make that walk by your side." She knows this is the path her and Alphinaud made for her, all those months ago. How their lives created the path to the end, alongside all of their allies along the way. She remembers the look on Rosa's face, the pain, the anguish in her eyes, that final yell that haunts her sleep even now.

Day 10: Close in the Distance (Validation)
Sister!Rosa & Alisaie, EW, 1400 words

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Chapter 9: With Hearts Aligned (Fuse) Summart: Rosa'harrio and Ardbert have one final conversation before confronting Emet-Selch.

"Don't lie to me." His hand his warm, solid, as he graps her own and helps her to her feet. In that moment his eyes widen as realization kicks in. "Glad to finally be here with you. I wish I could've fought alongside you all this time…" The Miqo'te smiles and uses her greatsword to hold her body upright. "You were there in spirit. I know that. I saw you, the way you tried every time. The way you never left my side, no matter what…stupid choices I made." The red head takes a shaky breath. "I'm sorry, by the way." "Don't apologize. I told you before, your heart can't be controlled. I wouldn't have been able to stop you, and neither would your allies. They might not understand, but that red one is feisty. She would've fought for you, I know that for a fact."

Day 9: With Hearts Aligned (Fuse)
Gen, ShB, 500 words

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Chapter 8: What it Sounds Like (Coward) Summary: Rosa'harrio is disgusted with herself and Emet-Selch is to blame. As usual.

"Nothing to say today, hero?" "Not when you sound so much like him." It feels as if he physically struck her. That's not what she wants, though. No, she longs for him to scold her. To yell at her, call her names, force her to snap out of it. That this was no way for a hero to behave. Craving the warmth, the taste, of the man who had damned the First—his home.

Day 8: What it Sounds Like (Coward)
EmeRosa, ShB, 600 words

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