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“I don’t know what to say,” Espresso admitted, because that was the truth. “I can— I can really taste the, um, love that—” Madeleine cut him off, smiling sadly. “I had a feeling it was bad. I just wasn't sure how bad.” Espresso sat in stunned silence, processing the unexpected confession. After a moment, he slumped forward with a weak grin. “It’s… hardly edible.” (Madeleine attempts to cook a romantic dinner for Espresso for valentine's day, despite his lack of culinary skills)
3.1k oneshot — mostly domestic fluff with mild hurt/comfort


















