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cho-aaacho · 8 months

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(Flufftober 2023) Kidfic/Petfic

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Tags : Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Teacher Leon Kennedy, Kindergarten, Kindergarten Teacher Leon Kennedy, Flufftober 2023, Reader is genderless

(Flufftober 2023 Day 8)

The golden strings of sunshine caressed his hair, casting a golden glow upon him. His gaze drifted to the wall adorned with photographs of joyful children. Oh, it's been a while, he said to himself while scanning the photographs.

When he peeked into the garden, he saw those children running happily from side to side. Their innocent laughter mingled with the symphony of birdsong, alluring the whole room and serenading Leon's senses in the morning.

Leon reached the whiteboard, adorned with cute animal drawings and stickmen. All of the stickmen are delightfully colored in blue and red with crayons. He recognized the figures; they were him.

He's been a teacher at this kindergarten for almost a year. With a gentle gesture, a heartwarming smile, and a knack for connecting with the children through the magic of words, he effortlessly endeared himself and quickly became the favorite of all.

"Good morning, Mr. Kennedy."

He has prolonged eye contact with you as you draw nearer to him, making a close connection between you and him. Your gaze traversed his face, trying to find those gentle blue orbs of his.

"You..."

He returns your smile by playfully poking the cute, rosy cheek of the little one nestled in your embrace. The child is giggling at Leon's playful gestures, and as a reward, he offers Leon a few colorful block toys, a broken crayon, and a tiny bug from his mini bag.

Leon, puzzled by his gift, gave the kid a gentle smile and made him run away to his friends. After that, Leon's eyes swiftly reached yours. "Yes, I have a good flashback collection on my mind about this kindergarten."

You nodded as your attention swiftly turned to the squirming caterpillars cradled in Leon's palm. "You're everyone's favorite here, Mr. Kennedy. Even the headmistress likes you, haha."

He laughed playfully and almost lost his lung, and he put the caterpillars in the mini aquarium. "Really? I thought you were everyone's favorite. You teach me everything about the kids. You know, I was raised alone with my mom, and I don't have siblings. Kids are aliens to me."

As you gently shut your eyes, the caressing of sunlight envelops you, and the warmth becomes delightful, especially when you share a room with Leon. You offer him a mini-milk carton.

"So... do you have something good to share?" he asks.

A playful chuckle escaped your mouth and floated the rooms with your childishness, you stated. "You know, Mr. Kennedy. Sometimes teachers need a good vacation, and... maybe you want to join me for a picnic?"

His eyes widen in disbelief. You swear to God that his expression mesmerizes you. He's so cute. Too cute. How can he become this cute? "A picnic, you say? I would love that!"

"Perfect," you declare with a twinkle in your eyes, your spirits soaring like birds taking flight. "Then, we decide tomorrow at 10!"

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mariana-oconnor · 9 months

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The Dancing Men pt 1

His head was sunk upon his breast, and he looked from my point of view like a strange, lank bird, with dull grey plumage and a black top-knot.

This is probably not the image ACD (nor Watson) intended to conjure up, but this was what I immediately thought of.

Ooh, we're starting with a Holmes deducing Watson section again. That hasn't happened for a while. I thought Watson had got over his amazement at having it turned on him. Apparently not.

I looked with amazement at the absurd hieroglyphics upon the paper. “Why, Holmes, it is a child's drawing,” I cried.

Watson knows some very intelligent egyptologist children.

“Well, Mr. Holmes, what do you make of these?” he cried. “They told me that you were fond of queer mysteries, and I don't think you can find a queerer one than that."

Yes, but aside from Holmes' taste in literature, what about the paper?

OH, I have read this one before. I didn't remember the title, but I do remember the little stick figures. Not that that reminds me of anything else.

"You'll think it very mad, Mr. Holmes, that a man of a good old family should marry a wife in this fashion, knowing nothing of her past or of her people; but if you saw her and knew her it would help you to understand."

Oh no, Mr Cubitt, have you been honey trapped?

"If you take me, Hilton, you will take a woman who has nothing that she need be personally ashamed of; but you will have to be content with my word for it, and to allow me to be silent as to all that passed up to the time when I became yours."

Oh dear... this is not a good sign. If you're not willing to share your past with the guy, you really shouldn't share your future with him. Where's the trust? Where's the communication? You don't have to explain everything in detail, but he should have at least a little idea of what it's about.

Red flags once again.

"It was only the day before our wedding that she said those very words to me."

She might be a perfectly nice person, but she doesn't trust you

"None did come for a week, and then yesterday morning I found this paper lying on the sun-dial in the garden."

I might be remembering wrong, but last time a mysterious coded message was left on a sundial in these stories, three people were murdered by the KKK.

That story also started with a person being deiberately secretive with information that could have savde people's lives.

“Don't you think, Mr. Cubitt,” said he, at last, “that your best plan would be to make a direct appeal to your wife, and to ask her to share her secret with you?” Hilton Cubitt shook his massive head. “A promise is a promise, Mr. Holmes. If Elsie wished to tell me she would. If not, it is not for me to force her confidence. But I am justified in taking my own line—and I will.”

Because hiring a detective to snoop into your wife's secret past is so much better than asking her directly. I get that you made a promise, my man, but while this may be sticking to the letter of that promise, it absolutely isn't sticking to the spirit. Asking your wife is definitely the lesser of two evils here.

"After that I determined to lie in wait; so I got out my revolver and I sat up in my study, which overlooks the lawn and garden."

Given that this is Sherlock Holmes story, the person leaving these notes probably is very dastardly and liable to murder, but I'm not sure leaving weird encoded messages really calls for guns.

“‘What, be driven out of our own house by a practical joker?’ said I. ‘Why, we should have the whole county laughing at us.’"

"Seizing my pistol I was rushing out, when my wife threw her arms round me and held me with convulsive strength."

Was it a pistol or a revolver? Because earlier you said you got your revolver, and now you're saying pistol...

The dancing stickmen are very cute. I like the upside-down ones the best.

So, is this going to be one of the ones where someone dies before Holmes gets there? It feels like it might be. But ACD does prefer happier endings for his couples when neither of them is the bad guy. Guess I'll have to wait and see.

#Letters from Watson #The Dancing Men #Sherlock Holmes #Long post

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