#Fluffy October

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Hi Val! May I please ask for Katakuri with a fem!reader around his size making pumpkin bread togeather whils Kata wears their 11month old baby who's trying to help mommy and daddy. Thanks

Hello Love!!!! 🥰 Yes of course!!! Omg, I love domestic Katakuri being a daddy!! It brings me a lot of joy to write!!! I hope you enjoy!!!

TW: Child WC:600+

All the ingredients were placed on the kitchen counter. The rain was hitting the window. This to you was the perfect time to bake.. Well, any time was a great time to bake but the overall feeling felt more comforting. You looked like a Katakuri wrapped around his torso was a band and what the band was holding was your 11-month-old child. You both always included the little one in baking since the very beginning. When he knew it was time to bake he would clap his hands while begging back in the wrap. You could see his little legs kicking excitedly as Katakuri began cracking the eggs one by one and hearing the cute little giggles. “You are very happy right now.” Walking over to your husband and son kissing his chubby little cheek. 

You could see the eager eyes of the little one when Kata picked up another egg. His eyes widened seeing the small egg in his hand. “He enjoys it when the eggs crack,”  Katakuri spoke as she had his scarf around his mouth but with a smile, you could see it in his eyes. Cracking the egg you heard the cute giggles. “Just imagine how cute he will be when he can help us stir the bowl. Even putting a little chef hat on him!” you begin to imagine the child who resembled his father wearing a little chef hat and stirring the bowl and seeing the proud smile on his face. After placing the rest of the ingredients together and making sure they were well stirred together before you placed it in the oven and waited for it to bake. His hands gently held onto the small child's hand. In his mind 11 months ago he became a father and it was something that meant a lot to him. He loved the idea of having his own family. When the time you both said ‘I do this was something you both planned. His family was very supportive through the time you and Katakuri were together. They immediately consider you family and welcome you with open arms. He enjoyed every single moment of his time with you and your guy's son. He couldn’t deny how happy it made him feel when he heard how his son was a mini version of him. Of course, he would have his serious face on but internally he was smiling. The smell of pumpkin bread began to fill the kitchen. “It's been a while since we have made this,” Katakuri spoke, as you both often would make other treats like donuts often. “It was the right choice to make it for this kinda wear, should we pair it with something yummy to drink??” looking over at the pantry at the different varieties of teas. “_______.” Kata called your name out. When turning your head you could see the small child rubbing their eyes and yawning. Walking towards your husband you carefully take your son out of the wrap feeling him snuggle closer to you as he lets out a yawn. Before curling up in your arms and falling fast asleep.  “All that baking wore him out.” quietly chuckling, you were rocking the child back and forth in your arms. “Having two handsome guys in my life makes me feel like I’m a lucky woman.” You could feel the familiar large hand on your back, pulling his scarf a bit down he kissed your cheek then leaned more down kissing your guy's son's cheek. “Without a beautiful woman like yourself, I wouldn’t have experienced this part of my life.”

[makenna-made-this]

Happy autumnal equinox! And bringing with it the prompt list for this year's BAWKtober. If this is your first time hearing, BAWKtober is my poultry themed drawing challenge where every year during the month of October, I do a daily drawing of my chickens doing various seasonally-themed shenanigans based off a list of submitted word prompts. If anyone would like to join in on the BAWKtober art challenge this year, whether for one day or for all of them, please do! You can be as creative as you want with the prompts. Just have fun and tag me or "BAWKtober 2024" so I can see and reblog what you've come up with~

Typed word prompt for anyone who needs it below

Maple

Orchard

Cider Press

Canning

Coffee & Donuts

Chrysanthemums

Leaf Piles

Hibernation

Overcast

It Clucken Wimdy!

Thunderstorm

Quilt

Leaf Rubbings

Fluff

Moss

Maze

Corn Husk Dolls

Cosplay

Radio

Biohazard

Lake

Cottage

Butter

Hide and Seek

Mystery

Alleyway

Shadow

Cockatrice

Helter Skelter

Trading Candy

Safe and Sound

[afloofwithmultipleinterests]

'Bringing A Feather to a Knife fight' PART 2

A continuation of Bob in quite a tickly situation...

Lee!Bob Velseb

Ler!Lila

[doki-doki-imagines]

i-i-i need! I need Rin Itoshi as a cute animal as well! Please!!!! (Rin Itoshi x fem/ gn reader ofc) maybe a type of dog/ cat or- or perhaps a wolf/ tiger/ anything really!

Rin Itoshi - Black wolf -When you received a call from Shidou your instinctual reaction was to close the call. He called you once, twice, thrice...when Karasu called you finally picked up. -"Look, your boyfriend became a wolf or something-" It was almost impossible to hear him with Shidou's laughter so loud in the background "Please come pick him- Hey! You'll rip our arms off if you keep-Stop!!" The call closed without any chance for you to reply. -That's how you find yourself with a black wolf in your way too small apartment. -"So..." You look at him, now licking his obsidian black fur to perfection "now I can ask you which wolf is inside you?" Rin shows his teeth. -"So you are a sigma since you are a lone wolf?" He bits your pants, now a big hole at knee level. "Guess you are edgy in every form you take" Rin pushes you on the ground, just to sit on top of you, icy blue eyes menacing throwing daggers at you. -Such a harsh reaction for someone that already heard all of them by Shidou. -Rin doesn't do much during the day, he crawls in a corner and look at your every movement from afar. -You suppose he was waiting to see if you needed help, sadly in his wolf form there wasn't much he could do. -Rin is really calm to be a wolf, but sadly with his big body he did damage left and right, his fluffy tail pushing and breaking objects to the ground. -At least you've seen the Rin version of the puppy eyes; incredible, they still make your heartbeat go wild. -You tried to look at a horror movie Rin loves so much, but you soon found yourself twitch and jerk at every jumpscare and his soft fur and "kisses" couldn't replace his warm arms and softer than usual voice. -You fell asleep on the sofa sooner than expected, the tension of the day making you crumble, while Rin slept on the floor, his fluffy tail curled around his body. -"Good morning shit-head." You wake up to your boyfriend freezing cold voice. You look down, your boyfriend is still laying on the ground, his right hand now caressing your cheek, eyes warm. -"I prefered when you couldn't talk." The warm in the eyes disappear in a second, nose curling the second after, the hand softly caressing your face now pinching your cheek, and his fluffy ears...fluffy ears??? -"Ouch-Ouch! I'm sorry Rinnie-" He leaves your cheek, now red and hurting. "Say you love me." He sits up, this way you can also see the fluffy tail standing straight behind his back. "I love you Rin." A moment of silence before he finally replies back "I know" he lift up, not reciprocating the show of affection. Too bad his wagging tail told you enough.

[odditiesnoctobermidnightroad]

"Hostile Agriculture"

Hey! Just because we're monsters doesn't mean we work EXACTLY like in your stories!

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PSA: For non-werewolf people, please DO NOT EAT WOLFSBANE

Do not even touch wolfsbane (A. napellus and sometimes called 'monkshood). Wolfsbane is a potent and nasty plant that is poisonous to humans and you need to know to beware of it (and it's hybrids) especially when it grows in the wild and can be mistaken for regular purple-flowering plants.

[littleblondesoprano]

We got Fluffy a new catnip toy (it’s a stack of Pumpkins, from Aldi) and not only has she played with it every day, but now she’s cuddling with it while she sleeps 🥹🥹

Best $4 I ever spent!!

[i-am-a-hog]

IM SO GLAD I HAVE NEW GLASSES!!!!! PRAISE BE

[oe6]

@nonbiri_cafemegri

[wwhatevenisthis]

my bunnies and i are very excited for halloween

They worked hard on their costumes, pls give treats or they will nom all your cables

[crypitd]

Ominous Shoebill Stork on Spooky Bird Sunday ☠️🩸

Got that “Kubrick stare”

»   Etsy  •  Various Links   «

© Harlen Chen

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Greetings and happy Halloween! 💖🎃 if it is no trouble could I please ask for the prompt candy with Shanks x a female reader and their adoptive kids? :D

Hello Anon love!!! Happy Halloween my dear!! Awww yes I will gladly do this for you!! I hope you enjoy <3

TW:kids

WC: 571

“Wow, that is impressive, you guys gots so much candy.” Shanks had his hand on his hip seeing his children dumping out the sacks of candy they got. They notice a lot of similar candy bars. “You guys got a lot of those candy bars.” you point to the yellow wrapped candy.” “Yead someone left a big bowl of candy on their doorstep so we empty it into our bags” one of the kids exclaimed happily. “Yeah like why would they leave unattended candy just like that.” the other child snorted. “Was there a sign that said take one or anything?” you asked them. The kids looked at each other before responding “nooo.” You heard Shanks crack up “Welp if they didn't have a sign how could they know to take one.” Shanks could see the children’s eyes lit up as they talked about their trick or treating experience.You both raised these two wonderful kids showing them so much love even though they weren’t blood related. You and Shanks agreed that there were so many children in this world that needed a family and these two blessings came into your world. Shanks being the greatest father figure to them always making sure they had what they needed even pulling some pranks. 

Shanks and you  sat down with both of the children “so are you guys going to eat all this candy?” Shanks  asked them. “We want to give some to the crew! Since they are too old to trick or treat.” The eldest began to talk about what candy he was going to give to each crew member because it was their favorite. “Awww they would like that.” You hugged you thoughtful child “Mom! Not in front of the crew!” he bashfully spoke. “Sorry I keep forgetting you're getting too old for my hugs.” you pouted a bit. “Hey babe it’s okay, more hugs for me.” Shanks rested his chin on the palm of his hand looking over at you giving you a wink. “Gross.” your other child spoke, sticking his tongue out. “Say boys, if I get the crew to come over to you guys in order for them to get their candy, they have to tell you trick or treat and they can get their candy, it’s like you passing out candy to the people who are too old to trick or treat.” Shanks snickered, causing the two boys to snicker. “Shanks nooo.” You looked at him chuckling a little bit. 

“Yeah lets do it” both of the boys exclaimed.  Shanks got up  walking over to the crew for some reason so he could explain things to them and they were also putty in the kids' hands as well. The crew walked up to the two children one by one they began to say ‘trick or treat’. Shanks made his way towards your hands, a seat coming around your shoulder he let out a relief breath. “Look how happy they are.”

“What I wouldn’t do to keep those smiles on their faces.” you softly smiled looking at the boys. “They are growing up so fast.”

“Yeah one day they are a small infant and next thing you know they are tying their own shoes, and talking about what they want to accomplish in life. We did a great job with them, but I have to give you a lot of credit for being there 24/7 with them.” 

[makenna-made-this]

BAWKtober Day 9 - Mushrooms

Chicken of the woods

[will-on-standby]

Monstertober Day 8

Centaur + Overgrown

[aldermoth]

Eden x Apples :)

[izloveshorses]

before you came into my life, i missed you so bad

one | two |

Anya is the movie star the entire world is in love with. Dmitry is some broke owner of a dying bookshop in St. Petersburg. Her face is on every billboard, he couldn't care less about the latest blockbuster. But when their paths cross, somehow their differences-- nor half the globe separating them-- don't seem to matter.

Or a dimya Notting Hill au no one asked for.

chapter 1 under the cut, otherwise read the rest on ao3!

Anastasia Romanov may have been a graceful star on film, but she wished the paparazzi knew Anya was actually rather ordinary.

In the last week of filming, she managed to slip away out of the city center of St. Petersburg and into a more quaint residential area. She wanted to explore on her own for a bit after a rather grueling schedule, maybe get a pastry and some coffee, and otherwise just live anonymously for a few precious moments. The locals left her alone. But the paparazzi, somehow, always found her. She wondered if they had bloodhounds on leashes on their payroll.

Anya didn’t think much of it when she quietly slipped into this bookstore. Hadn’t paid attention to what kind of shop she was entering, just saw a door and a way to escape the parasites with their cameras for just a few moments of reprieve.

She hadn’t expected everything to change.

Once inside she beelined behind a shelf with her back to the door and the collar of her jacket pulled up even higher. It was overkill, she knew, with her black beret and sunglasses indoors, but she just. She just needed a break. Growing up in this industry made her a little more than paranoid, and lately they’ve been relentless.

“Is there anything you’re looking for?”

She hadn’t noticed the man until he spoke. He was sitting at the cash register, thumbing through stacks of papers and typing buttons on a calculator, using a friendly customer service voice but not really looking at her, his tone implying he hadn’t seen her yet. Maybe she hadn’t run out of luck today.

“Just browsing,” she said quickly. To prove it she made a show of brushing her fingers over the spines along the random shelf, ducking her head so he couldn’t get a good look at her if he decided to lift his head.

She finally allowed herself to really study the bookshop, and decided she liked it. There was a quiet charm about it that you just didn’t see very often anymore. Hollywood had all of those shops that were manufactured to look vintage and rustic and trendy— decorated with distressed furniture, selling new releases, hiring handsome men who also worked at the coffee shops that were just the same, in buildings that were torn down and rebuilt a year ago— but this place actually was old. The smell was musty and thick, it reminded her of her grandmother’s apartment in Paris and her father’s study all at once. There was a hush that suggested she was one of few, if not the only, customers in here at this hour.

An old clock ticked on the wall. Seven more minutes in here should be enough to throw the paparazzi off her trail. To keep up the pretenses, she selected the first random book her hand could grab and opened it without looking at the title.

“Oh, that book is terrible.”

The voice made her jump, eyes snapping up to him. He was still looking down at his paperwork but there was a teasing smile on his lips. “The author definitely has never been east of Strasbourg, let alone to Saint Petersburg,” he explained, looking up at her finally and his grin widening, dimples poking through his cheeks. Anya decided she liked his smile more than the bookshop.

Her eyebrows rose. He had surprised her, but she wouldn’t give him much more than that. And then, trying to understand what he was saying, she read the title. Travel Guide: Saint Petersburg, the Heart of Russia. Oh. He was making a joke.

In her silence he stood from the desk. It was a small bookshop so it only took two strides for him to join her in the aisle, reaching for a different title. He was tall. Like, really tall. Granted, everyone towered over her, especially when she was working with actors like Zachary Levi, but still. He was broad and carried himself with confidence that rivaled the men in Hollywood. In just a button up and a t-shirt and jeans, his presence would still command a room. She noticed he had a paperback folded in his back pocket. His dark hair flopped down into his eyes and curled behind his ears. She decided she liked that, too.

“If I may,” he started, casually, like he didn’t care about her opinion even though he was clearly working very hard to influence her purchase. “There’s a much better one… ah, here it is!” He hastily slid a different book from the shelf. “I can assure you this author has at least been to Russia. Definitely knows what he’s talking about.”

Without warning a smile tugged the corner of her mouth. She still couldn’t decide if he recognized her or not. But he was so charming that she felt comfortable humoring him, taking the book from his hand to examine it. It wasn’t part of a dull and surface-level series from a famous publishing company like the one she had inconsiderately chosen, but something lengthier, something more personal. “You care an awful lot about what kind of book I’m buying from you,” she finally said.

“Oh, you’ve got it wrong,” he said, his playful voice making her look back up at him, “I care because if you buy this and think, ‘this is the most god-awful book I’ve ever read,’ you’ll never want to come back to my bookshop. Or worse, you’ll think, ‘Saint Petersburg is the most god-awful place,’ and never want to return.”

“Hmm…” she couldn’t help it, her smile spread. “Well, I appreciate the commitment, then.”

“I’m just doing my duty as a bookseller, ma’am.”

She opened to the first page. “I see it’s signed by the author.”

“I couldn’t stop him.”

That did it— that made her laugh. It was just a short huff of air through her nose, but still, that didn’t happen very often anymore. Not with strangers or anyone outside of her family, anyway. She shook her head. When she looked up again he seemed pleased, not in a predatory way, not in a gotcha way either, but genuinely delighted by her, for her. She couldn’t remember the last time anyone had looked at her like that.

His eyes found something behind her and his whole expression changed. “Ah, shit,” he muttered, “sorry— hang on.”

And he disappeared to the back section she didn’t even realize existed. Curiosity made her scoot down away from her hiding spot to watch what had soured this very nice and very normal man. There was another customer in here after all, an even more normal-looking guy. “Hey, man,” her new friend the bookseller said. “If you would like that book you stuffed into your shirt, you can buy it.”

The customer just stared. “I don’t have a book stuffed in my shirt.”

“You do. There’s a security camera back here and the monitor is behind my desk.”

Anya found the camera he was pointing to. Impressive. She made her way to another aisle, still pretending to browse while she eavesdropped.

“Look, man, it’s embarrassing enough to steal from a bookstore. But stealing from a travel bookstore? Come on. I’m probably more broke than you are.”

His back was to her, but he had his hands on his hips, his tone more disappointed and annoyed than threatening. She wondered if he knew how far he could get with such powers of persuasion. How he would do wonders in the film industry.

They went back and forth a few more times before the bookseller guy won out. She was facing the register so he gave her an aggravated yet humored smile, an inside joke smile, as he walked behind the desk. She didn’t know why she was still lingering here, now that she had been inside long enough.

But maybe she had overstayed because on his way out, the wannabe thief muttered, “Can I have your autograph?”

She winced. She should’ve seen this coming, but a lot of what had happened today disarmed her. His expression was shy yet unblinking. Staring at her with that strange want. He was already holding out his new book for her to sign. Without her control her eyes glanced over at the cashier, trying to read him. His brows were pulled together in puzzlement. It was nice while it lasted, she thought.

She accepted the pen with a sigh. “To…”

“Peter.”

When she handed the receipt back to him she started walking toward the register so she could speed up this part a bit. But the guy still lingered. “What’s the note at the top?”

Her sigh was thin. She looked up at him. Her handwriting was perfect, there was no way he couldn’t read it, but maybe he didn’t believe it. “It says, ‘To the shitty book thief, Peter’.”

Poor Peter’s face flushed red. “Thank you,” he muttered before nearly running outside.

The cashier’s smile was wide, surprised, his eyebrows high. But he moved slower now, more cautious, like he was trying to decipher the interaction that was daily for her and bizarre to him. “Just the one?” he asked gingerly as he scanned the barcode of the book and hit a few numbers on the register.

She fumbled in her purse for some cash, but she must’ve left all of that back in her hotel. Debit card it was, then.

Up until then she wasn’t sure, but now she definitely knew he wasn’t playing dumb at all when he acted like he hadn’t recognized her. Because he didn’t until now. As the receipt printed his eyes widened and he did a double take, up to her face and then down at the name printed out, the nearly imperceptible intake of breath making his chest expand. Almost reflexively his hand came up to push his bangs away from his face.

“Uh… I just need you to sign…”

She grabbed a little pen from the cup in front of the register and carefully signed her name above where it was printed. And then he surprised her again.

“This isn’t some gimmick to get your autograph, though, I promise.”

She smiled up at him, almost apologetic. “Thank you for your devoted assistance.”

She thought the joke fell a little flat but he still smiled, though she couldn’t tell if he was just in shock or was embarrassed he didn’t recognize her sooner or if he was genuinely laughing. She made sure to pick up a business card on her way out.

She didn’t look at the card until she was outside again, a bell ringing as the door shut behind her. Dmitry Sudayev, the card said.

Even though she knew she’d never see him again, somehow she found she had already memorized the shape of his name without trying.

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Dmitry was an idiot. 

No, worse than an idiot. Dumbass wasn’t even strong enough of a word for someone who met Anastasia Romanov in his own bookshop and didn’t even recognize her. For god’s sake, he flirted with her! Right to her face! 

Not that he wanted her autograph or anything. He just… probably would have behaved more appropriately. And not pretend that a girl like that would ever give him a chance. Vlad had warned him his lack of pop culture engagement would bite him in the ass one day. Maybe this was it. Karma or something in the universe was laughing at him. Her face was plastered on every billboard and film poster and TV commercial and Oscars recap footage and he was so out of touch with the world he didn’t even realize one of the most famous Hollywood actresses in the world was standing right in front of him. She probably thought he was some loser.

Then again, she had smiled up at him, and it seemed so genuine… 

The door chimed. “So sorry I’m late!” Vlad whistled his way through the shop, some tune Dmitry recognized from the radio. “The metro workers were on strike again, so the line was down.”

He looked up from his desk, where he’d been staring at his pile of paperwork in misery, hands folded in his own hair. 

Vlad hung up his coat on the rack. “Did I miss anything?”

Usually, the mornings at work were so uneventful that this was their joke— that they would miss something exciting if one of them was late. But Dmitry didn’t know how to answer that in a way his coworker would believe him. 

He stood from his desk, the chair nearly tipping over from the force of it. “I— need coffee,” he explained, shrugging on his own jacket. “Want anything?” 

Vlad didn’t seem to notice Dmitry’s odd behavior and happily requested a latte— unless he was going to that place around the block, then he would rather have the tea, since their lattes sucked. 

On the way back, drink carrier in hand, Dmitry was so lost in thought he wasn’t paying attention as he turned the corner and literally collided with someone.

“Oh my god— sorry—” he fumbled, and then his heart stopped when he realized who was now wearing his drink. She had her sunglasses on, but there was no mistaking it. It was her. “Shit— I’m so sorry, can I—”

“Don’t,” she said when he reached for her. Right. Fair. He uselessly handed her a paper napkin. 

God. Could this day get any worse? 

“Look— don’t take this the wrong way, but my flat is nearby if you want to change.”

She leveled a glare at him. How starkly different this was than their meeting this morning. Well, he would glare too, if their roles were reversed. “How near are we talking? Give me a numerical distance.”

He had to fight a smile. “Literally across the street. Look,” he pointed to the door of his townhouse. “See that maroon door? That one’s mine. My roommate isn’t home.” 

Her expression remained the same. “If this is a trick—”

“No tricks,” he held up both of his hands. “Scout’s honor.” 

She pursed her lips, looking left and right, then down at her stained top, weighing her options. “Don’t let anyone see.”

“Got it.”

They crossed the street when traffic broke, and he fumbled with his keys before pushing the door open, letting her walk inside first. He hoped she knew this wasn’t some play, he just wanted to make up for being so clumsy this morning. 

“Bathroom is just up the stairs,” he said, locking the door behind them. “Take as long as you need. The sink works, but you need to turn on the hot and cold at the same time…”

“I’m sure I’ll manage,” she said, brushing past him up the stairs. 

“Do you need— clothes? Or something?”

“I’ve got some,” she dismissed. “I was going to change eventually anyway. To ditch the photographers.”

“Right.” He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling more and more idiotic by the second. When he heard the door shut he scrambled to straighten up. 

His flat wasn’t a mess, exactly. His roommate was tidy. Dmitry was tidy too, but the space felt a little too lived-in for company. He couldn’t remember the last time a guest stepped foot inside. His bike was by the door instead of in the closet, the throw blankets hadn’t been folded, a handful of dishes sat in the drying rack. He stopped racing around when he heard her quiet tread on the steps and he tried to lean as casually as possible against the counter. 

Anastasia had changed from her black ensemble to something brown and patterned, still too stylish to blend in, in his opinion, but appropriate for the October weather. With her sunglasses off her eyes were the bluest thing in the room. 

“Can I get you anything else?” he asked, then cleared his throat because his voice was strangely out of tune. 

“No, thank you,” she answered. Her annoyance with him had dissipated a little, thankfully. 

And then the lock of his door was turning and he bit back a groan. “That’s— my roommate,” he explained, “he’s harmless but— there’s no excuse for him, I’m so sorry.”

She raised her eyebrows, confused, before the door swung open. Gleb Vaganov had moved in about a year ago— there was no way Dmitry could afford the place without him— and could not have been stranger. He walked in without so much as a glance up from his phone. He literally walked between Dmitry and Anastasia, opening the fridge, like he didn’t notice either of them. 

“I think the lady next door has stolen my package again,” he finally said, opening a bottle of kombucha. 

Dmitry rolled his eyes. “Did you remember to check the tracking info?”

“Yes, it says it arrived this morning.”

“Sometimes they’re wrong. Or they dropped it off at the other neighbor’s again.”

“Hmm.” Gleb’s frown deepened, and he literally had to step around Anastasia to go back outside. Her smile was widening. Like she was biting back a laugh. The feeling was contagious. 

“He seems nice,” she said. 

Dmitry scratched the back of his neck. “He at least keeps things clean.”

“Important.”

“Right.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets, unsure what to do now. “Are you sure you don’t want anything? I have tea, I think, and…” he opened the fridge. “The kombucha is off limits, I’m afraid, but we’ve got… uh, orange juice? Or leftover stroganoff if you’re hungry, or some peaches— no, those are rotten, actually— umm—”

“I’m really okay,” she insisted, her hand on his shoulder sending electricity through his body down to his toes. 

He met her eyes and shut the fridge. “You sure? I feel like I’ve been a complete jackass to you today.”

“Hmm,” she stepped closer. “Other than dumping your coffee on me,” she started, and he laughed, ducking his head, embarrassed, “you’ve been quite lovely.” 

He swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. “You’ve been too. Lovely, I mean.” What was happening to him? Even as a teenager he didn’t bumble around this much. “It was a pleasure to meet you.”

She tilted her head. “You as well.”

Still, she made no move to leave, and he made no move to show her the way out. A clock ticked. 

“If…” he searched for something to say, groping for a chance to keep her here, just a second more. “If you ever need a travel book again, you know where to go.”

She gave him a smile. “I appreciate it.”

For a moment neither said a word. And then Anastasia rose up on her toes to press her lips to his. 

He froze, eyes wide, gasping through his nose, completely surprised. It was quick, but his skin burned at the invisible mark she’d left, his cheeks undoubtedly red. When she dropped back down to her heels she was flushed too, perhaps just as surprised by her own actions as he was.

Well. 

He tried saying something cool and funny, like, Is this how you say goodbye to everyone you meet? But all that came out of his mouth was, “Uhhhhmm…” 

She took a wide step back, like stepping out of a trance. She tucked a loose hair behind her ear. “Thanks again, for the… Bathroom.” 

Somehow he found his voice. “Anytime.” He blinked. “See you around?”

She gave him an odd look, and then he remembered he would probably never see her again. “Have a nice life, Dmitry,” she said instead. And then let herself out. 

Dmitry didn’t know how long he stood there in the middle of his kitchen. A clock ticked. His fingers rose up to trace his bottom lip, feeling stupid and oh so giddy. 

Gleb came back in with a box. “It was on the wrong doorstep!” He stomped through the kitchen with a satisfied smile. “We really ought to repaint the number on our door, that may prevent this mistake from happening again…”

Dmitry, understandably, didn’t return the enthusiasm. 

He walked back to the shop in a daze, not even realizing his jacket fell in a limp pile on the floor when he tried to hang it on the wobbly rack. 

Vlad frowned from behind the register. “Hey, where’s the coffee?”

[odditiesnoctobermidnightroad]

Mouse's Ways to Witch#5: Sometimes, just because something is lying out in public does not make it ‘public property’; if it’s something deeply important to someone else, you should try and find the owner of that something and not take it for yourself. Besides that you shouldn’t take people’s things for your witchcraft without asking-- no, not even your friends.