Warnings: Slightly suggestive, but only in some parts; mainly fluff!
SUMMARY: after a long day of missions, Follo comes into your room just so he can do his favorite thing — lying between your thighs.
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You were sitting up in bed with a book resting on your exposed thighs. You knew Follo would be coming to visit you soon, you just werent exactly sure when.
As you continued reading, you heard two gentle knocks.
Already aware of who it is, you close the book and quickly get up to go and open the door.
“Follo!”
You pull him into a hug, and he smiles softly before placing a gentle kiss to your lips.
“Mm... Today’s mission was a pain. Just wanna stay with you for the rest of the night..." Follo pulls away and looks down at you, his gaze soft and loving.
Right after he finished that sentence, you grabbed his hand and dragged him to bed excitedly.
“I missed you the whole time you were gone.. I’m glad you’re back.” Your voice is both sweet and soft as you speak. If it was possible, he’d be having hearts for eyes right now.
When the two of you are finally in bed, you try to start a conversation, but before you can say anything, he’s already snuck under the covers, giving your thighs a gentle squeeze as if to make sure he isn't dreaming, then face-plants between them.
“I'm guessing you're just gonna.. Stay under there..?”
“Mhm..” Is all you hear from Follo before it goes quiet again. You blink once, twice, and then reopen your book to continue reading.
You place the book on top of his head, making him groan.
“Ouch!”
“I didn't even place it down that hard!”
You flip the covers over, revealing Follo’s head placed snugly between your thighs. He brings his head up just enough to make eye contact with you, his eyes droopy and on the verge of falling asleep.
“Follo—” You barely even begin your sentence before he's already face-first between your thighs again. You roll your eyes and shut your book, running your hand through his hair.
A couple of minutes pass, and you hear a soft snore from him. You gently pull him up and place his head against the pillow. Finally, you fall asleep as well.
(The next morning when you woke up, you somehow found him snuggled between your thighs once again, blissfully asleep)
NOTE: lil something for the cutest boy! We need more Follo appreciation, sure he doesn’t get social cues but at least he’s cute??
“Boo”
The sudden voice in his ear spoke, the abrupt words paired with the slight release of air spooked Follo from where he was sitting in the mess hall.
He was just planning on getting a quick bite to eat, training all day with his new vital instrument Alan really did a number on his body.
Especially after the stunt he pulled in Kremmos Village.
And Gris wasn’t going easy on him either, something about ‘treating ya like a real giver!’ Whatever that meant.
Follo turned his head around quick, his eyes meeting a pair of familiar ones.
“Ah—! Welcome back! I didn’t know you got back so soon.” He rubbed his neck, the heat already clinging to his cheeks.
“Follo~ you didn’t tell me you’re a giver now! All cool with your new vital instrument.” You teased him, stroking his hammer that was left on the table.
He tilted his head down, wanting to face you. “C’mon I wouldn’t do that to you. I’m still new to all this so you might have to give me a couple tips.”
You laugh and really gave him a stare down.
His hair was different, definitely trimmed. Must’ve been that gnarly scar he has on the side of his head.
The small smile on your face drops slightly, and you give a quiet ‘tsk’.
“Aw your pretty skins all messed up on this side.” You reach up and caress the scarred side of his face. Paying no mind to the warmth of his ears, or the blush creeping onto his equally pretty face.
“Nah don’t worry about it, I asked Eishia to keep it for me. Gonna remind me to stay grounded and not mess up like that again.”
Follo’s voice was steady but you could hear the underlying message.
It must’ve messed him up bad.
You keep on fidgeting with his face and the surrounding hair, tugging lightly or poking the scarred skin gently.
Follo didn’t have the heart to tell you to stop, not when you were doting on him so sweetly like this. He could only stand still and twiddle his fingers while you had your fill.
He needs to stop blushing so much though.
—
Before you could bruise his skin, due to the amount of ‘touchy feely’ you were doing a familiar voice interrupts you.
“Hey your back! Went ahead and found the man of the hour didn’t you?”
You and Follo looked up towards the source of the voice.
“Gris!”
“Gris?”
You both said simultaneously.
“You were supposed to look after each other! Sure Follo awakened as a giver but look at what it did to his handsome face!” You huffed, pulling Follo’s face down to your eye level, your hands cupping his cheeks.
“Calm down it all ended up working in the end right? And besides doesn’t Follo look hella manly with that scar.” Gris chuckled leaning in the table.
“Cmon you guys… you’re being annoying.” Follo said through gritted teeth, cheeks still being pressed together by your soft and warm hands.
“Hmm”
You squint your eyes and pull Follo’s imprisoned face closer to your own, investigating the familiar yet unfamiliar features of his new face.
A smile grows from your lips and you give his nose a quick peck.
“Yeah y’know what you’re right as always Gris, Follo’s still so cute~”
“Knew you’d say that.”
“Sweetie…let go…please.”
Follo tried to gently pry your fingers off his face, he knows you don’t mind PDA but it’s too much for his mind to comprehend right now, especially after he’s been deprived of your soft lips for so long.
He’d rather not get pent up in the middle of the mess haul, and with Gris literally two steps away from him.
“Why don’t you show her that hammer of yours Follo. It’s some pretty cool stuff you got there.” Gris grinned as he took a sip of the drink in his mug.
“Great idea! Follo show me! C’mon!”
You grab his wrist and the hammer from the table and make your way to your room.
It wasn’t far, it’s the closest to the communal rooms anyways.
—
Closing your door and hearing the faint ‘click’ of the lock, you turn to face Follo.
He’s making himself comfortable on the couch in the corner, playing the hammer on his lap.
You smile and make your way towards him, taking the hammer of his lap and replacing it with yourself. Leaning into his warmth and taking the hat he always wore and placing onto your own head.
“I always knew you’d come around.”
He chuckled, “oh yeah? I was about to start giving up to.”
You puffed your cheeks up at him. “That’s not true and you know it.”
When he doesn’t reply back but only stares at you with that all knowing smile of his you let out a dramatic sigh.
Leaning your head onto his chest, you try to melt into him.
“Really worried me y’know. When Semui told me something happened I freaked out so bad.”
Follo’s right arm wrapped around your curled up frame, while his left occupied itself by stroking your hair.
“You were that worried ‘bout me.” It was bad, and he knew that, but he couldn’t help that his ego swelled slightly from your words.
You nodded.
“You’re just the sweetest thing aren’t you?” He said, smiling softly, his face resting on the top of your head.
“C’mon no more moping around, I’ll show you what I went through hell for.” Follo said, with a dopey grin on his face that made you feel so fuzzy.
an : will proof read later!!! js felt like getting something out to help me w writers block . i also realize im actuallya sucker for fics abt sleeping i gen cant get enough of them
hot. summer. night. the kind of summer night where the air is so thick, warm, and heavy it feels like a blanket you didn’t ask for.
you have been drifting in an out of a light sleep for who knows how long. sleep just brushes past you, teasing, slipping through your fingers
every time you start to fall. the heat that clung to your skin was constantly reminding you of its maddening presence that you can’t seem to escape.
in your drowsy haze, you make out the slow shifting and steady breath of him behind you, who has somehow—beyond your understanding—managed to fall into a deep sleep hours ago. he’s now curled around you, his body pressed tight to yours, arm draped over your stomach like a lazy claim. you can feel the calm rise and fall of his chest against your back, his face burying itself in your hair.
“baby, ‘s too hot.” you murmur, your body attempting to inch away from his.
“move the blanket.” he murmurs back, his voice scratchy with sleep and the possibility of his hands leaving you not once crossing his sleepy mind.
a quiet groan escapes you. he kisses the curve of your neck. you envy him for his ability to sleep through the summer like he was built for it.
“you’re gonna cook me alive,” you mutter, though you don’t pull away this time. neither does he. instead, he chuckles softly, already sounding like he’s about to doze off again. his thumb grazes your skin comfortingly.
“i sleep better like this.” he whispers languidly, his lips gently brushing against your nape as his body relaxes and his breath begins to steady once more. he’s asleep.
and with that, you stay. the air is still heavy, the heat is still present, but your breathing steadies as well. and your eyelids grow heavy. and the last thing you feel is the tender brushing of his fingers on your side. and, finally—you sleep. for good this time.
cw | implied fem reader on Jabbers + corvus, suggestive in Jabber + Enjins
・ ꪖ/n - HOLY OOC OMG, I'm working on requests but they’re going a little slow since I'm on vacay 😛😛 I wanted to try out making smau so this is my first one (guys don't slime me out its buns ik ☹️)
He thought about it completely out of the blue. Just another evening, another exhaustion after yet another mission - you were sitting beside him, reading something with your legs tucked under you, and he was watching you when he suddenly realized: when was the last time you went on a date? Not here, within these walls, in the familiar comfort of your room, where even watching movies in bed had become routine, but out there, in the city that smelled of fresh pastries and damp stone, where you could simply walk hand in hand and not rush anywhere?
He went through the past few months in his mind and, with a sinking feeling, understood: work. Everything beyond the base had become just work. Missions, assignments, reports. And you? You were just two tired people, snatching tenderness in fragments.
He felt ashamed, physically, sharply, a cold discomfort spreading under his skin. He was the one who was supposed to take care of you, the one who had sworn you would never regret anything. And yet - half a year without a proper date? How had that even happened?
The question hung in the air, unspoken, but demanding an immediate answer.
Follo acted as he always did - methodically, but with heart. First, he checked in with Semiu, compared your schedules. Your days off aligned perfectly, already a victory. Then he sat down to plan.
He remembered everything. Your favorite cafés: the one with the best coffee, and that small one with homemade pastries you used to visit at the beginning of your relationship. The park where you once wandered into a dead end and laughed at your own carelessness. The bridge with a beautiful view of the old part of the city, where you once said it looked like a postcard.
He even found a camera, an old, film one, a little ridiculous. Because once, you had mentioned that film was a kind of magic that digital could never capture.
On the evening before your day off, he came up behind you while you were writing something in your planner. He hugged you, burying his nose in your neck, and whispered:
— “Darling, we have a day off tomorrow… Please don’t plan anything.”
You turned around to meet his pleased, slightly conspiratorial smile, and your chest immediately filled with warmth.
The morning of your day off was slow and just right. Follo, despite his habit of waking at dawn, didn’t mind sleeping in today, and didn’t even move when he woke up. You were asleep, nestled against his shoulder, warm, relaxed, the blanket kicked aside somewhere. He watched your eyelashes, your slightly parted lips, and thought that this - this was a kind of date too. Just lying there, just being, feeling your breath tickle his skin.
At noon, you woke up on your own, met his gentle, slightly sleepy gaze, and smiled.
— “Why you didn't wake me up?”
— “For what?” he kissed you on the forehead.
— “We are not rushing anywhere. Today only us”
You got ready slowly, without any rush. Follo kept smiling the whole time, wide, a little foolish, not even trying to hide it. You noticed when he was tying his shoelaces, almost humming under his breath.
— “It’s like you’re going on a first date,” you laughed, nudging him in the shoulder.
— “I am,” he replied, taking your hand.
— “Every date with you feels like the first. Because I miss you, even when you just step into the shower for five minutes.”
You rolled your eyes, but your cheeks betrayed you by warming up.
The city greeted you with the usual noise and bustle.
The first café was that one - the one with the most delicious coffee. Follo ordered your favorite drink and a croissant for you, and took an Americano for himself. You sat by the window, chatting about all sorts of little things, and he kept catching himself unable to look away.
He admired the way you laughed, the way you took a bite of the croissant and closed your eyes in delight, the way you twirled a napkin between your fingers when you drifted into thought.
Then you went to the park. The trees were just beginning to turn green, the air smelling of spring and dampness. Follo held your hand, sometimes stopping to fix a loose strand of your hair, and once again you caught yourself thinking that his care was something natural, like breathing. He wasn’t trying, wasn’t overdoing it, he was simply yours.
You visited the second café closer to the evening. Homemade pastries, thyme tea, and a long conversation about nothing. About books you had both read recently, about strange dreams that come after difficult missions, about how wonderful it would be to someday reach the very top, where, they say, you can see the real sky.
And then you went to the bridge. You sat on the railing, carefully holding onto each other, watching the sun slowly sink below the horizon, painting the old rooftops pink. At some point, Follo reached into his backpack and pulled out the camera.
— “Seriously? Where did you get that?!“ you asked, amazed.
— “Secret,” he winked, aiming the lens.
— “Smile.”
Click, you’re laughing, the wind tugging at your hair.
Click, he turns the lens to himself and the two of you, you leaning into the frame, cheek to cheek.
Click, just the bridge, the sunset, and a moment you want to keep forever.
When the sun had completely set and the city lit up with evening lights, you realized your legs were aching and your eyes were growing heavy. Time to go home, to the base, to warmth, to each other.
Semiu, who met you in her usual spot, only grunted and turned away. Maybe it was the sight of your happy, tired faces, or the way Follo, still holding your hand, kept whispering something in your ear that made you laugh softly and sleepily.
Back in your room, you collapsed onto the bed at the same time, Follo first, you on top of him, burying your nose in his chest. His fingers immediately found your hair, gently running through it, stroking your back, soothing you.
— “Thank you,” you whispered into the darkness.
— “For today. For everything. For you are here for me.”
He kissed the top of your head, then again, and again. Breathing in the scent of your hair, feeling his body slowly relax, the tension of the past months fading away.
— "No. Thank YOU," he replied quietly.
— "For agreeing to be with me. For putting up with this schedule. For... just staying by my side."
You raised your head and met his gaze – tired, but so warm, so yours.
— “I love you,” you said quietly, almost dissolving into him.
— “I love you too,” he replied, holding you tighter.
— “More than yesterday. Less than tomorrow.”
You smiled into his chest, feeling sleep wash over you like a soft wave. Tomorrow would be a new day, work, new fatigue. But today was this date, a reminder of what all this was for.
For moments like this - quiet ones you want to return to. For arms that hold you as if they’re holding the most precious thing in the world.
The warmth of the sun bled through the window as the day fast approached. The blankets wrapped around you just right with arms hugging your waist from behind. You take a deep breath in, feeling the warmth around you as you slowly become more aware of the man with his face buried in your shoulder. Your boyfriend Follo was there behind you with one leg over yours and his arms snuggly around you pulling you in tight.
“Mmmhhh,” You feel follo shift, the vibrations soft as he groans into the crook of your neck hiding from the morning sun. “ ‘s too early.” his voice slightly rougher from sleep.
There is a quiet interrupted only by the sound of breathing, calm in the presence of one another. He places a sleepy, soft kiss onto your neck that makes you giggle. He holds you like you’re his world, like the only thing that matters is you in his arms. It took so long for the two of you to actually confess, but once he knew you saw him for ‘Follo’ and not some weak noone everything fell into place for him.
You turned to face him. His eyes drooped as he fought to stay awake, something about him in this state was so sweet and pure. Genuine adoration in his touch as he relaxed next to you.
“Five more minutes,, please?” he spoke barely above a whisper. He tucked his head into your chest, lazily interlacing his fingers with yours and drifting off to sleep. It would be long after 5 minutes till you finally got up.
Thanks for reading!! Sorry for the grammar lol also not beta read!
Short and possibly ooc lol
Attempting to write for Follo bc I love this sweet boy :)
fem. reader, fluff, mentions of hair tucking behind ear, gachiakuta manga spoilers, gachiakuta spoilers, after hearing that follo was hurt on a mission you rush to his side, established relationship/or at least established feelings, I don't know it's short.
“Follo!”
The door opened with a slam, but you didn’t care that you startled everyone in the room. Your eyes were fixed solely on the boy sitting up in the hospital bed. Emotion choked you for a second as you quickly blinked back the tears that had been threatening to spill from your eyes from the second you’d been told about his mission. Running through the halls of cleaner HQ as fast as your legs would take you.
You took a breath for what felt like the first time, dislodging that dread that had been trying to consume you. He was alright, he was alive, and from the sound of it, he was a giver now. You didn’t give anyone a chance to say anything, ignoring them all as you closed the distance and practically threw yourself at Follo. Wrapping your arms around him and curling yourself against him, face buried into his neck. You didn’t care if you were going to be teased by Enjin, didn’t pay any mind to the way you had flustered Follo, and ignored the “aww” from Tomme.
“You’re ok,” you breathed out in relief. You hadn’t been told the whole story before. Maybe if you hadn’t run off after “Follo was hurt” they probably would have said he was fine now, but you’d been too worried. You breathed in his scent, letting it calm your racing heart. He always smelled like fabric softener, and it always made you smile. Pulling back to look up at him, sitting basically on his lap, you tilted your head to the side.
“Uh, yeah… I’m…” He trailed off as your fingers gently traced the scars he had chosen to keep. Your eyes following your fingers as your brushed across his skin softly before they trailed down to his chest and open shirt. He blushed harder turning his face away from you and stumbled over his words trying to explain why he wanted to keep the scars. “They’re a reminder of my mistake, and I…”
“I like them,” you said softly, returning your eyes up to meet his as he looked back at you. His own eyes wide at your acceptance. You smiled at him, brushing a stray strand of hair back behind your ear, your other hand resting lightly against his chest. “Welcome back, Follo. I’m so glad you’re ok.”
𖹭.ᐟ CW: fluff, a bit suggestive, Alice August Rudo Enjin and Zanka mention.
𖹭.ᐟ WC: 1.7k words
Jumping with pure, unfiltered joy at Follo's room at around two am as you knock on his door like a maniac—waiting and waiting for him to answer the damn door. You don't even bother to think about the fact that he's likely sleeping and exhausted from the day prior with all those damn missions.
After one, two, three and four loud knocks—and the sound of you barely able to contain those happy squeals the door creaks open. Your wide eyed, happy gaze falls on Follo who is rubbing his eyes and looking at you with mild exasperation.
He looks at your joyful face tiredly, wondering what could possibly make you this happy at this horrendous hour. “Eh..?”
You smile and practically throw yourself at him, your arms fling around him, almost knocking him over. “Guess what?!”
He stumbles, gasping and pressing his hands on the small of your back to catch you. He's completely oblivious to what has made you this excited. Grabbing your back, he looks down at you, a bewildered look on his sleepy face.
“What is it baby?”
“I'm late!” You say, backing up and clasping your hands together, looking at him with absolute wonder in your eyes. Your eyes almost sparkle—and he's still obliviously confused.
Follo almost thinks he's hallucinating for a moment. Why would you be happy about being late at two in the morning? Late for what?! “Uhh.. late for what?” He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. He's not stupid, no, no, his mind is just sleep addled and weary. If it were daytime and he was wide awake, he would have caught on.
You pause, staring at him like he just asked you the dumbest question in the world—which in your defense he sort of did. “Uh.. my period is late?”
A tumultuous noise left his lips, his eyes widening just a bit as it all clicked together. “Oh. OH! You–you're… are you?” He stammers, head tilting like he doesn't even know what he's asking.
It's been six and a half weeks since you fucked—since he planted his seed in your womb, and now your period is a week late. Which is of course, a telltale sign of pregnancy. Follo doesn't know whether to be excited, or fearful, or well, both.
“Are you pregnant?” He finally asks, his voice is slightly choked up like the poor man might actually cry tears of joy and worry. “Did you take a test?”
You shake your head and pull a box of pregnancy tests from your pocket, tearing the top open. “No, I just got these from Alice a little bit ago.” Taking two from the box, your gaze lifts back up to his emotional expression. “I wanted to take them with you…”
He smiles softly, though his lips wobble slightly. Not because he's sad, or upset, but because you wanted this so much—it clearly made you so happy. He loved to see that wide smile on your face, even if it was way too goddamn early in the morning. “Okay, I'll come with you.” He ushers you out the door, his hand on your mid-back as you walk down the hall to the bathroom.
He pushes the door open, letting you in first before stepping in beside you and shutting the door. His expression shifts as he watches you begin to shove your pants down—cheeks flushing warmly as his gaze wanders away. Not that he hasn't seen you in much…much more compromising positions. But still, you deserve privacy, he thinks.
A thought passes Follo's mind-–if you're really pregnant it'll really change your lives. Of course, it's what you wanted, and he can't say that thought doesn't fill his heart with warmth. But it also makes his heart beat faster, and makes him feel worried.
What if he's a bad dad? What if something bad happens to you, or the precious thing that might be growing in your tummy? Those are the thoughts that will keep him up at night and give him nightmares. He does regret it, no not at all—but he can't help but be nervous, like anyone else would be.
You finish swiftly setting the two tests on the sink, smiling softly as you settle next to him to wash your hands. You can't help but notice the look on his face, that worried look like he's overthinking everything.
Sighing, you nudge his side with your arm and murmur, “Don't worry.” He smiles back at you, nodding as he takes your hand in his—now all you can do is wait.
After a few minutes you build up the courage to glance over at the two tests. Your eyes close, preparing yourself before you look.
…
You gasp, eyes widening at the two, very positive tests—swallowing hard as happy tears brim in your eyes. Follo straightens up and peers over beside you, immediately having the same exact reaction as you. His body is basically frozen in shock as his hand rests on your upper back.
Part of him didn't expect it to happen, especially so damn quickly. Once he notices the tears rolling down your cheeks he begins rubbing soothing circles along your back—hushing you softly as he pulls you into his chest. His chin rests on top of your head as his arms wrap around your waist.
There's tears in his eyes too, but he comforts you first, hands running up and down your back as he holds you tightly. You stay like that for a while, soaking up the comfort and warmth of being in his arms.
Eventually you pull back, looking up at him with a wobbly smile and wet cheeks. He almost laughs at how pitiful you look—you're just so damn cute with that little smile and your teary eyes. He leans down and kisses your face all over, cupping your cheeks in a gentle manner. “I can't believe you're pregnant.” He murmurs against your forehead.
You lean into all his touches and his tender kisses, letting out a soft giggle. “Me too…”
He presses his forehead and looks down at your tummy—his hands leave your cheeks before pressing your stomach tenderly, like the baby bump will just magically appear out of nowhere.
Assuming you're around five weeks along, there's nothing there just yet.
“They're gonna be so cute, like you.” He mumbles, voice soft, tender and even a little choked up again. Follo can't help but imagine a cute little baby that has your smile and eyes—it fills his heart with so much love he might burst.
Your cheeks warm slightly and you glance down as well, shaking your head. “Mm, maybe they'll look like you though. That'd be even cuter.”
“Not as cute as you.” He huffs, rubbing your stomach and waist affectionately—peppering soft kisses against your cheek again.
“We'll have to go see Alice in the morning, y'know.” Follo says, his gaze lifting back to your now weary and tired eyes. That is what you get for being up so late… You sigh and groan slightly. “She's so loud…” You say, already feeling the headache you might get.
Follo laughs and lifts his hands back to your cheeks, brushing your hair away from your face. “She is August's grandmother, y'know.”
You giggle. “That actually makes so much sense.”
— — —
In the morning, after Alice runs all the tests and stuff in that small office nearby she lets out a huff. “You're definitely pregnant!” She says…maybe just a smidge too loudly after you sit up on the cot.
You partially smile, even through the growing headache. You can't help but wonder if all of August's yelling and shouting…and hooting and hollering made Alice go deaf—or maybe it's vice versa and all of Alice's yelling made August go deaf and that's why he's so goddamn loud.
No, it's definitely the former, August being loud is just his eccentric personality. You shake your thoughts away and look at Follo with a small smile again.
“You're about 5 weeks pregnant! You should come back for checkups every month for now!” Alice shouts. You nod and get up quietly, walking back to Follo as you glance back. “Thanks, Alice.” You and Follo say simultaneously, walking towards the door.
“You should invest in condoms!” She shouts, almost like scolding as you walk out, holding hands with Follo.
You laugh quietly, following him out—two small ultrasound pictures in your free hand. Sometimes you wonder how stuff like that made it to the ground with how everything is, but you're grateful anyway.
The ultrasound of the tiny speck baby, that was practically a clump of cells, was still so precious to you, and Follo no matter what.
It's a relatively calm walk back to the cleaners HQ until someone bumps into you, knocking those precious printed papers from your hands. You huff, ready to start yelling at someone for not watching where they're going when you realize who it is.
It’s Rudo. Oh, and following him is Zanka and Enjin. As you go to snatch up the ultrasound pictures off the ground, Rudo's already grabbing it for you instead.
His eyes widened in utter confusion at it, clearly having zero idea what the hell he's looking at. “What is that!?” He asked, with a puzzled expression.
Did they not have stuff like this on the sphere? You wonder, taking the ultrasound photos back from him. Behind him, Zanka and Enjin both peer over, nosy as ever. Both their eyes widen, Enjin smirking slightly before he guffaws loudly. “You two get busy or somethin'?!”
Follo's cheeks turn slightly red, and you huff, looking away shaking your head at Enjin's obnoxious laughter.
“You're pregnant?!” Zanka immediately says, slightly mortified—probably at the thought of two people going at it under the same roof as him. You immediately go to shush Zanka before Rudo chimes in with a tumultuous sound. “Pregnant!?”
Follo's absolutely red in the face, grabbing your hand and dragging you away before you can get another word out. “We'll tell you later!” He shouts flusteredly, continuing to haul you away from the three.
Enjin's boisterous laughter dies down before he sighs, and smirks lackadaisically. “Later…” He waves them off, like that news wasn't befuddling for all three of them. Zanka is still mortified and Rudo is still confused.
Lord…you're gonna be in for a loud, awkward conversation later with everyone.
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This is lowkey so cute, I'd honestly write more parts for it. 🥹🥹 Follo is such a cutie.
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