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– Synopsis – Ana is a renowned Brazilian stylist who has been working in Japan for years in the entertainment industry. As a friend calls her with a job offer in Korea she flies there for a new adventure with a group she still doesn’t know.

How will Ana adapt to a new country while keeping everything running in her studio in Japan?


ps.:I have been updating the fic constantly on AO3 but hadn’t put it here, why? I don’t know, but we have weekly updates there and I’m planning to start putting some extra scenes here just because there’s just too much of the situations of the story in my mind and I NEED to let them come to be.

obs.:Não estou deixando o link do spirit aqui porque a fanfic em português não está atualizada pura e simplesmente por “não tenho energia pra revisar a tradução” beijos coloridos, vida que segue!

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𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕕-𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕓𝕒𝕕 | 𝕝𝕖𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕙𝕠


» requested - yes | no

» genre - fluff, coffee shop

» warning - none

» characters - reader, lee minho, lee felix, seo changbin & mention of han jisung

» summary - third-wheeling is one of the worst feeling in the world. when your two best friends had the wonderful idea to go all three of you eat something at diner near their apartment, you were certain you would be having the greatest time. how wrong were you… you ended up third-wheeling. it was not intentional, but the couple were too focus on one another they neglected you. usually you would find the love in their cute but at the moment you only wanted to go home. however, what will happen when a certain dark waiter take some kind of pity in you?


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Hello my dears, so ya, I’ve decided to make a post saying I am taking requests!!! So if u have any then plz feel free to hit me up!! I would love to hear from you all💗

Characters I’ll write for:

1. Dewey Finn

2. Beetlejuice (I’ve never written for this boi but open to try hehe)

3. Tony Stark

4. Peter Parker (got some stuff on archive of this sweetie)

5. Clint Barton (again, archive I’ve got some stuff!)

6. If you suggest someone else I’ll give it a go if I know who it is lmao

ALSO I’m down to write almost everythign! Fluff, smut, angst you name it! And if I’m not so keen I’ll let you know how I feel😁

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ML Writer’s Challenge - Week 7 @miraculouswriterschallengesevent

Prompt Dialogue: “Marinette you can’t marry him,” Adrien started.

Beta read by @1kiss4surrender <33

Or read it on AO3

“Marinette, you can’t marry him!” Adrien started. His eyes were wide as he stared at the girl in question. She was wearing a beautiful white dress, her hair arranged in a magnificent bun, her face accessorized with the most gorgeous smile he has ever seen. She didn’t pay him any attention as if not even registering his presence. Her eyes were locked on a man standing with her before the altar. “I’m the one you love, since the day in the rain, until the world ends! And I promise I will love you with everything I have in me until my last breath, just please, don’t marry him!” His face looked dead serious, millions of emotions reflecting in his eyes. 

“Oh, Adrien! You don’t know how long I have waited for you to say this,” Marinette’s dramatic voice came from next to him. “For how long I have cherished the hope that you will once return my feelings. But I’m afraid it’s too late for us now! I love you, but how could I resist those green eyes, that angelic face, the perfect body that was shaped by the hard and humble work of protecting Paris? I hope you will forgive me but I can’t help it!  He is  just too irresistible!”

“You wound me with your words, Princess!” Adrien exclaimed, his face distorted. “I desperately wish there was another way but I can’t ask you to give him up! I can see that he’s the embodiment of beauty, the definition of grace, the most worthy of your love who has ever walked the Earth. I admit my defeat and give you my blessings, just promise me you’ll never stop loving him the way I love you!”

He felt a light touch on his chin as a hand delicately pulled his head sideways, forcing him to look away from the girl in white, still smiling shamelessly. His refocusing gaze rested on a beautiful face whose hand still touched his cheek. The bluebell eyes shined like stars, filled with overflowing love and mischief as she breathed. “I promise, there is nothing in this world or another, that could stop me from loving Chat Noir!”

“Come on guys, all we asked was how was your weekend!” Alya scolded them from the other side of the room, arranging snacks in a bowl.

Adrien pulled Marinette, who tried to muffle her uncontrollable laughter in the hoodie she was wearing, closer. He giggled with her, before planting a gentle kiss on her hair and recomposing himself, to be able to look their friend in the eye with an earnest expression.

“This is serious, Alya! My wife married Chat Noir this weekend while we were in Las Vegas! You’re looking at the video proof of it and you don’t have anything to say about it?” he gasped, seemingly offended. 

“You really are two halves of a whole idiot,” Alya fumed.

The pair burst into laughter, wiping their tears at the bemused expression on Alya’s face. The best part was, she had no idea what they had planned for their wedding anniversary next year. 

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You have a lover?! (ADA! Dazai x Fiancee!Reader)

Description: ^^^

Warnings: Mentions of suicide (it’s Dazai of course)

Notes: YES!!! I WAS SO HYPED TO WRITE THIS!! I got so excited, you don’t even know. Thank you so much for requesting :) and your English is perfect, no worries!! (also L/n= Last name) Sorry for the long wait. At the end I included some extra stuff I liked but couldn’t add in!




Y/n couldn’t get ahold of Dazai to tell him that he had left his lunch home. She knew her lover wouldn’t eat if he wasn’t forced to (or bribed by y/n considering she made his lunches everyday). Her hands were tied, plus–she wanted to meet her fiancee’s coworkers.

She called one more time to let Dazai know what she was doing and headed over. The ride was short but entertaining–public transport never failed to disgust and amaze her. She got off the bus early to walk in the afternoon sun, a small cool breeze blowing by.

Once she arrived at the brick building she felt her stomach twist. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t nervous. She had never met Dazai’s coworkers before. He had talked about them many times but that was still only gossip. She didn’t know what they truly were like.

She buried her feelings down and walked up the stairs, the lunch bag in her hands. She couldn’t wait to see her lover, no matter how annoying he could be. She looked for the door labeled, “Armed Detective Agency” once she reached the right floor, and walked towards it.

Would Dazai be mad she came? Would they all hate her? What if she interrupts something important? What if Dazai isn’t even here?

She shook her head and groaned, she had already come this far–there was no turning back now. Putting her hand on the smooth metal of knob, she opened the door.

She wasn’t expecting to see her lover standing on a desk, pointing at–what she assumed to be–a coworker. She felt her anxiety go away and instead be replaced with amusement (and mild embarrassment). He yelled about paperwork and how he ‘would rather die (only to be met with the snarky response of: “You say that about everything”). She watched him for a while longer, a lazy grin on her face.

Once she had enough she walked into the room a little more, “Dazai!” she finally called out, making everyone turn to look at her. They all stared before scrambling to look presentable. She ignored them all and held up the small bag and sighed, “You forgot this.”

Dazai–who originally looked surprised–grinned and ran over, nearly pushing a blonde man out of his way. “Y/n~!” he yelled. He basically rammed into her and picked her up, hugging her tightly.

“Ah! I can’t believe you’re here, my belladonna!” he set her down and pinched her cheeks. He cooed over her and wouldn’t stop smiling. “Look at you, you’re adorable!”

She slapped his hands away and pushed the bag into his hands, her face hot, “You forgot your lunch you idiot.” She ruffled his hair, the anger and annoyance washing away slowly.

“Your insult hurts me!”

Y/n laughed, “Wasn’t supposed to feel good, love.” He just pouted and thanked her for bringing his lunch, a genuine look of happiness in his eyes.

Y/n nodded and went to walk away when a white-haired boy spoke up, “U-um who is she?” he pointed at the women who was trying to walk out the door.

Dazai turned around and tugged y/n back. He wrapped his arms around her waist–much to the dislike of his lover– and gave a smug smile, “She’s my belladonna, the light of my life, my-”

Y/n cut him off, wanting his to stop embarrassing her already (even though she loved his dramatic antics), “I’m this maniacs fiancee.”

The room went deathly quiet. The white-haired boy deadpanned and just stared, much like everyone else. The room became tense and unwelcoming, full of disbelief and shock. Y/n awkwardly laughed, “I guess it’s time for me to go now.”

She finally went to walk away but her lover pulled her back, “Say for a little while longer,” he complained, snuggling into her neck.

Y/n was going to respond before she was cut off with–“Fiancee?!” The blonde-haired man yelled, pointing his finger at Dazai, “You have a fiancee?!”

Y/n lover just smugly grinned and said, “Of course I do!” He hugged her tighter and watched the chaos as his coworkers started to yell.

The whole office erupted into something along the lines of an interrogation. Countless people asking if their engagement was true and why did y/n ‘love a guy like him’. She just ignored them and made Dazai answer them after she realized they wouldn’t stop asking.

As everyone yelled at her lover, y/n stood off to the side–sighing in exhaustion. She had been here less than five minutes and everyone was already yelling. She hadn’t expected this, and she didn’t expect the white-haired boy from earlier to slowly make his way over to her.

“Hi!” he nervously introduced himself, “I’m Atsushi Nakajima.” He held his hand out and gave a small smile.

Y/n shook his hand and grinned, glad that one person here seemed sane. “I’m l/n y/n or I guess, Dazai y/n.” she said.

Atsushi nodded, “It’s nice to meet you,’” he raised his voice a little, so that y/n could hear him over the yells of his coworkers. “How did you two meet?” he asked, referring to Dazai.

“He asked me to commit double suicide with him in the middle of a grocery store.”

“A-ah! That sounds like him for sure.”

Y/n laughed and talked with the white-haired boy more, finding his personality to be soothing. She liked how he wasn’t as dramatic or loud as her lover, it gave her a chance to relax.

“Well,” she said, checking her phone, “I have to go now, it was nice meeting you!” she waved goodbye to the boy. She went over to the center of the chaos and tapped her lover on the shoulder, “I’m leaving now love, I’ll see you at home.”

Dazai groaned, “But I didn’t even get to talk to you!”

She shrugged, “We can talk later you big baby,” she kissed him on the cheek and said her good-byes.




“Hey,” y/n said as she walked into the office. In her hands was a small envelope, she carried it close to her, as if she wanted to protect it.

“Y/n!! Come here, come here,” Dazai yelled as he realized his lover had come. She sighed and walked over, “What do you want?” she asked, a subtle grin on her face.

This was around the 7th time she had visited the office, the people there didn’t mind her hanging around and y/n loved to talk to Atsushi. She often pinched his cheeks or teased him like an older sister would. It was no secret she had taken a liking to the young boy.

He had also seemed to grow attached to y/n–not in a romantic way, but as if y/n was like a sibling, or a mother. He came to her for advice and he often took what she said to heart. Dazai had noticed this and he felt his heart tug, his subordinate and his fiancee getting along. It made him feel like he had a family–but he’d never admit that out loud.

As Dazai showed his fiancee his new suicide method Atsushi nervously walked in. He had spent all night looking for a criminal, and only got around 2 hours of sleep. He was exhausted. He sat down as y/n started to scold her lover for trying to kill himself again. “I will drag you up from hell myself you bastard,” she told him.

“You’d do all that for me~?”

Atsushi watched them fight, a smile smile on his face. The two brought a certain feeling to the usual chaotic office. He stifled a laugh and Dazai looked over, “Eh-! Are you laughing at me!?” he asked.

Atsushi panicked and threw his hands up, “N-no of course not!” 

Y/n looked at the young boy and grinned, “Ah Dazai stop teasing him and oh!” She exclaimed as if suddenly remembering something. “Here, this is for you,” she gave him the small gift with a grin.

“O-oh, thank you very much!” he exclaimed holding the gift. Y/n just hummed in response.

“You get him a gift but not me? Your lover, your-” Dazai dramatically leaned on her.

“Oh shut it you big baby,” she said. She kissed his cheek and held his hand, wanting to be close to her love.

“What is it?” Atsushi asked, looking up at his two friends.

Dazai scoffed, “Why not open-” y/n shoved her hand in his face and pushed him back, “I won a reservation for a new restaurant that serves really good Chazuke but I don’t have time to visit it. I thought you might like it.” she explained.

She watched as the young boys face broke out in red as he tried to explain that he was ‘okay without it’ and she didn’t have to go through the trouble to bring it to him. Y/n just assured him it was fine, she didn’t need it anyways.

Dazai mumbled, “Liar” but no one heard him. He knew his lover bought it for the young boy, she had wanted to give him a gift but she was too nervous about it. 

“What does he like?” she had asked as she laid in her lovers lap.

Dazai shrugged, “I don’t know, food?”

“Well what kind? I know everyone likes food.” she had sat up and groaned, stressing herself over showing her appreciation to the boy.

“Well he once ate six bowls of Chazuke.”

His lover the decided that was what she was going to gist the boy. He didn’t know why she was intent on befriending his pupil, but it was interesting to watch at the least. Dazai shook his head, a small grin on his face, his lover was too kind.

“Thank you!” Atsushi happily said.

“Yeah, no problem. Glad you like it,” she ruffled his hair and they started to talk. Their conversation didn’t include Dazai but he didn’t mind, he liked seeing two of his favorite (not that he’s ever admit that) people getting along.

It felt like he was home, like he had a family.





“Why do you love him more than me y/n!” 

“Cause he’s cuter, and doesn’t look like a mummy.” 

Dazai was silent for a moment, he didn’t look like a mummy!


“I want to adopt him.” Y/n said.

“Y/n you can-”

“You can’t stop me.”


“How do you deal with him all the time?” Kunikida asked.

Y/n sighed, “Not even I know.”


“Wanna commit double suicide?” Dazai asked, holding his lovers hands.

“If you decide to ever finish your paperwork, then yes.”

He huffed, “Then I guess I’m never going to have a romantic death.”

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[7:27PM] “Hey Y/n,” Johnny mumbles when you answer the phone, his greeting accompanied by the sound of rustling fabric.

“Hey,” you chirp, turning down the volume of the TV to hear your boyfriend better.

“Have you seen that grey hoodie that I bought last week? I need it for today’s shoot.” You hear a thump from the other side of the call, an impatient huff following.

“I mean,” you knead the fabric of your top between your fingers with worry, “do you really need it for today’s shoot or do you just want it?”

Silence is all you’re met with in response, the white noise of air sounding through the speakers. You pull the phone away, glancing at the screen to check if the call was still connected. “Hello? Are you sti-”

“You’re wearing it. Aren’t you?” he deadpans, you can practically see his facepalm right in front of you.

“Look, Johnny. I can explain,” you cough out, throwing off the soft grey fabric immediately and folding it in your arms.

“I’m coming to get it but just so you know I’m going to be late because of this,” he laughs, annoyance gone in seconds.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper.

“It’s fine, I’m sure the boys won’t mind waiting,” he assures you, “besides, I think you look cute in my tops too.”

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Bi!Spencer Reid x Bi!Female Reader

A/N: Hey guys! I wasn’t planning on writing something this closely to posting Oblivious, however the wonderful @thatsonezesty13 commented “could Spencer possibly be bi also bc like he was supposed to be but the network said no” and it sparked an idea in my brain. They also helped me out on a couple other details in this, so big thank you to you!! So here we are! Fun fact! I am currently listening to Bye Bye Bye by *NSYNC as I write this so that’s fun! Anyways there will be some more pride related content coming soon, as well as other things! Send any requests you have my way and I’ll get to it. Enjoy :)

Word count: 2095


Originally posted by stunudo

The month of June rolled round far too quickly. It had hit half way through the year and I’d had 4 days off work, possibly 5, since Christmas. I guess that’s a bad part of doing this job, not having much (or any for that matter) downtime in between jobs. It was exhausting at times, but I wouldn’t change what I did for anything. One things June meant was 2 guaranteed days off. Not for the whole office, but I put in that request years ago. Nobody could say no once I told them what I would be spending those 2 days doing. 

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Originally posted by heressencee

Pairing: Dean x Castiel

Type: Fluff, kind of soulmate au

Warnings: Swearing, sexual innuendo 

Word Count: 1540

Summary: And to think, this all started because Dean didn’t have any clean clothes to wear. If he knew what was going to happen when he walked into the kitchen he would have worn Cas’ shirt out of desperation way sooner. 

A/N: happy pride months, guys, gals, and non-binary pals (if you get that reference I love you). I figured this would be a good time to start writing Destiel fics. I know I’m a day late but it’s better to get something late than not at all

Publication Date: June 2, 2020


Dean was usually on top of doing his laundry. The wicker basket in the corner of his room would start to fill up around Thursday. He would hold his breath and run down the hallway to the laundry room, dirty clothes piled high in his arms. 

He’d been distracted this week, though. Castiel had come back to him after being presumably dead. Dean owed Jack everything for bringing the angel back from the empty. He’d spent the past week baking pies and following Cas around like a puppy every waking minute. 

Sam had taken Jack to Sioux Falls, knowing what was up between his brother and the angel. Dean had had a lengthy conversation with him the night Cas returned. Sam knew about Dean’s feelings for their friend, he’d known ever since Cas pulled Dean from Hell, and he encouraged his brother to sack up and go for it. Dean had been dancing around the subject for far too long and only recognized how in love he was the first night back in the bunker without Cas. Sam watched helplessly as Dean sat in Cas’ room and sobbed until morning. 

When Cas came back, Dean knew what he had to do, what he’d been waiting for too long to do. 

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On the 2. day of #GarcyWeek I brought another fic. 

You can find it here:

Prompt was: “Garcia Flynn is allergic to something and has a reaction during a team dinner” .

I hope you like it.

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—Anthophile ~ a person who loves flowers

pairing: katsuki bakugou x reader

word count: 1.5k

genre: literal fluff like straight cotton candy clouds type shit

warnings: swearing (big duh)

requested? yes

a/n: this request was so cute i just love it so much. i love to talk about the things i love, so this was fun. i deviated a little from the request, and i hope no one minds!! also, i’m trying to make my writing more gender neutral, but it’s definitely going to take some practice. please bear with me and enjoy! <3


You and Katsuki Bakugou were an unlikely pair. It was widely known throughout the halls of U.A. that the two of you were, indeed, close, but it was unclear to everybody except the both of you how you became friends in the first place. Your peers don’t talk about it much, for fear of getting … exploded by Bakugou, but everyone thought about it.

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Nusquam aliud est vertere (Nowhere else to turn) - valancyjane74 - E, WIP - Dramione. Five years have passed since the Battle of Hogwarts. Draco Malfoy is living as a virtual recluse in Muggle London; discovering a drugged Hermione Granger on his doorstep in the middle of the night marks the beginning of a story of reluctant partnership, forgiveness, and sexual awakening. HEA. Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to any part of the Harry Potter franchise.

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Part 6 

Jiyong finally got you to open up a little, but all that progress came crashing down with one harmless question. 


(I don’t own any of the images used. All credit goes to the original owners.)

A week from then, Jiyong found himself staring at his reflection on a polished table, feeling like pulling his hair out. Every single day after he started to make an effort towards getting to know you, you rebuffed him. You were understandably guarded. “How was your day Y/N?” “It was fine.” “What do you do to kill time?” long pause. “Sleep.” “What’s your favourite colour?” again, long pause. “Black.” “Oh wow! I love black too.” Long pause. Unenthusiastic reply. “That’s great.” Jiyong was at his wit’s end, and he might have given up, but a conversation he had with you a few days ago had only served to make him more determined to make an effort.

He was going through some lyrics before a performance. You were giving him a head massage. He suddenly tilted his head back and looked straight into your eyes. “Why don’t you call me Jiyong?” Without making eye contact, and with no hesitation, you replied, “Because we’re not close. You’re my boss.” Jiyong, still persistent, continued. “No, but all my other employees call me Jiyong. We’re more like one big family here. You should call me Jiyong too.” You finally met his gaze. You replied in a matter of fact voice, free from malice. “I know that you guys are all part of one big family. It’s just that I’m not. I don’t think I’ll ever be, because to you guys, I’m just a replacement for someone else. So, no. I won’t call you Jiyong.”  

As he looked down at his reflection, he braced himself to try again, even though he had only been met with rejection so far. “So, Y/N, how come you decided to be a masseuse?” He was expecting a reply like, “Just like that.”, but as he waited, he realised you had stopped the massage and were actually thinking about the question. Still looking straight ahead, you said, “Well, I never really thought about it, but it started off because I used to love to give my friends massages, and make their headaches go away. It was oddly soothing for me, so I guess I just got certified to make sure I had the qualifications. And look, it came in handy, unlike my journalism degree.” You finally looked at Jiyong, and flashed him a grin. This time, it reached your eyes, and although Jiyong did not know why, but seeing you happy made a little bit of his loneliness, uneasiness and sadness go away.

After that, you slowly began talking to Jiyong. You still refused to call him anything other than GD, and you still went quiet from time to time, but for the most part, you had warmed up to him a little. At least, that’s what he thought. In actuality, you were elated on the inside. There was finally someone talking to you. Finally, someone making an effort. It had made you so much happier, but you were also scared. Why was he doing this? What if he suddenly stopped? Those thoughts were the only things preventing you from calling him Jiyong, or answering all his questions.

One evening, Jiyong was on his phone, reading something, and you were massaging his shoulders. Neither of you said anything to each other, because you were comfortable around each other enough to be in silence together, but inside, you were worried, and scared. A wave of fear about him stopping to care had just hit you. Shaking your head, you pushed those fears aside, and decided to take a step forward. You leaned down and asked, “What’re you reading? Can I see?”

Jiyong had one secret he protected with all his life. He liked reading fanfiction. Not that he looked down on it, but when he knew people would judge him for it if he said anything about it. He loved seeing the creativity of fans when writing fanfiction, especially his own. He was in the middle of a great fanfiction about BIGBANG as the mafia, when you asked him what he was reading. He suddenly felt way too vulnerable for his own liking, so he snapped. He swerved and jolted out of his chair. “It’s none of your fucking business.” And as he looked up to you, standing there with a bruise forming on your cheek from when he accidentally hurt you while swerving, looking so lost and hurt, he regretted it instantly.

Within seconds, the hurt in your eyes changed to sadness, anger and then it went back to the distanced, guarded expression you would always have. Jiyong didn’t realise that though. He reached out to both gingerly touch the bruise forming on your face and hold your hand and apologise. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I” but you cut him off. He expected a sharp rebuke, or you sounding hurt, or even screaming or yelling, but he did not expect a void. In a blank tone, with no emotion or care, “please do not apologise Sir. You’re right. It is none of my business.” Jiyong could feel himself getting frantic. He would have preferred any emotion; anger, sadness, whatever, as long as you took it out on him. He was practically begging god for a miracle to make you scream or yell at him instead. “What?! No! Y/N, you know I” You cut him off again, this time by taking a step back, bending and saying, “I apologise.”

Jiyong froze. He wanted to apologise. He should have been the one apologising. He should have at least explained it to you. He wanted to. He also wanted to hit himself for being so stupid. He hated himself for having hurt you, both emotionally and physically. He wanted to make sure you were okay, but he found himself frozen on the spot. He could only watch you with helpless dread as you slowly left to go sit at the side. He had only wanted to make things better for you at work. Instead, he had now made things way worse. He knew from the look in your eyes that now, you were never going to trust him again.

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Title: A Bit Of Pampering

Author: MommaKat

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 1322

Tags: Rafael Barba/Dominick “Sonny” Carisi Jr., Rafael Barba, Dominick “Sonny” Carisi Jr., Domestic Fluff, Light Petting

Summary: Rafael notices something different about Sonny and thinks maybe he wants to do it too.

Comments: Gender norms who? Sonny and Rafael don’t know her. Nail polish is for anyone and everyone, including lanky giraffe detectives and fiery koala prosecutors. Combine that with some pampered and heartwarming boys, and we have a tooth-rotting fluff of a fic.

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