#i had the idea legit in JULY and never did anything cause writers block

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Soda Tabs

‘So… What am I meant to do with this?’ Grian cocked his head to the side, bringing the trinket you had just handed him closer to his face. To the best of his knowledge, it was merely a soda tab—nothing extraordinary or worth anything. Although, he had to admit its metallic shimmer was quite admirable.

‘You collect soda tabs with the fulcrum intact and give them to someone, normally a partner,’ you explained. You pointed to the point where the tab would normally be connected to a can by. ‘They give them back to you in exchange for a kiss.’

Grian lowered his hand, flipping the tab in the air with a satisfying click each time it landed atop his nail. His eyes made a beeline for yours, holding your gaze for a long moment before saying, ‘So… if I give this back to you…?’ Your head tilted backwards slightly in order to give him a nod of confirmation, but the moment he caught the direction you were moving your head he tossed it back at you. ‘Well?’

His wings surround you in a familiar embrace, shielding the world’s view of you as your lips meet.

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‘Grian I… I don’t think I want to know how you got so many in the space of a week…’

‘Building the back of your base requires a lot of fuel, you know!’

‘Three hundred and thirty eight cans though?’ You stare at the pile of soda tabs lying in front of you. ‘It’s the shimmer. Birds can’t resist shiny things,’ you tease.

Grian shrugged. ‘Nor can I resist you.’

‘Charming, bird boy.’ Your eyes wander back up to meet his once again. Sighing, you accept your fate. ‘Pucker up, Buttercup.’