Hello again everyone.

We are back again. With a new chapter, one I hope everyone likes. Its a little shorter than others, but it helps move the plot along. I coped out a little, kinda bulldozing things into action. Because lets face it, if Mihawk doesn't want to deal with something, there are very few things that can force his hand. So hopefully I managed to capture that in this chapter.

I also think I'm getting better at writing fluff. Practice seems to be helping with that. I don't know if I'm quite ready to write up any kind of action higher than heavy implication, but if anyone wants to give it a shot, I'm always up for that.

In any case, thanks again to all my followers. I'll have a brief explanation of how I calculated a few things. Not really nessasary, but I like to let people know about some of the research I do for my stories.

With that little note out of the way, on with the story.

That had been awful.

Striding aimlessly across the island, Tamara sniffled, fighting back tears of frustration. Looking up, she found herself on a grove near the edge of Sabaody, the ocean waves sparkling as the sun breached over the horizon. Feeling somewhat comforted by the beautiful scene, she walked to the drop off, sitting down on the cool grass and pulled her knees to her chest, staring at the rising star. She felt terrible. Blinking back a fresh wave of tears, Tamara kicked off her shoes, running her toes through the blades of vegetation. It didn't make her feel any better.

"Hey, little Lady. What're doing way out here?"

She didn't have the energy to jump at the voice and it was familar anyway. Turning her head, she saw Rayleigh walking towards her, his silver cloak fluttering out behind him. The Dark King stopped beside her, lowering himself down to the ground. Sniffling again, she looked back at the sunrise in misery.

"Dracule and I had a fight."

Rayleigh stayed quiet for a time, letting the sounds of the wave fill the air before he spoke, "Did you hit him?"

Tamara blinked a few times, "What? No, of course not. Why would I do that?"

"Mmm, can't have been that bad of a fight then. First time Shakky and I got into a tiff, she put a crater in my skull that you could see from the moon."

A shaky laugh came out of her mouth before she could stop it, the noise lighting the air and making her feel a little better. Rubbing her eyes, she managed a watery smile at Rayleigh, "You did that on purpose."

"Course I did, I can't stand to see a pretty girl cry. Now what exactly are you two lovebirds fighting about?"

It felt good, not being alone. Rayleigh's presence was comforting, like Mihawk's normally was, when he wasn't being a jerk. Something powerful and reassuring. Resting her chin on her knees, Tamara remained quiet for a bit before responded in a small voice, "I...I'm honestly not really sure. He's not talking to me. I know he's dealing with something big and it's hurting him, but he's pushing me away. He won't let me help. He's being really overprotective, like way more than normal. I don't know what to do."

The elder male hummed softly. Shifting, he nudged Tamara with his shoulder, "Want me to tell you a little secret? As a member of the not fairer gender, I can attest to the fact that we have and will always be massively overprotective of our women. It's in our nature, encoded into our genes. We really can't stop ourselves."

Now Tamara scowled at the rising sun, "There's a difference between protecting and imprisoning. I will not be put in a cage, even a gilded one."

A soft chuckle followed her biting words, "Well, now I know where Mihawk's been getting those grey hairs from. Try to keep in mind that youngster hasn't ever had anyone he wanted to protect before. He's probably a little rusty. It's understandable that he'll be a bit overbearing at first."

"Biggest understatement of the year."

Rayleigh let out a lighthearted laugh, smile climbing higher, "He's the Captain, Tamara. It's his duty to look out for you."

"It goes both way though, doesn't it?" Rayleigh looked at her with a tilted head as she frowned into the air, "That's what a crew does for each other. They look after one another, support and encourage each other, regardless of personal problems or how much trouble or danger is involved."

His face split into a wide grin, nostalgia shining in his gaze, "That is indeed the way of the Nakama, you understand it well. Now you just need to drill it into Mihawk's thick skull. Might I suggest using a sledgehammer."

Tamara couldn't stop herself from breaking down into laughter, albeit still a bit tearful. She felt a lot better now.

She slowed down as she neared the bar. It was closer to midday now, she'd been gone for a while. Hopefully Mihawk was still here. After their fight, he might very well have left again. Remembering suddenly, she dug into the sash on her waist, pulling out the small scrap of Vivre Card he'd given her. Holding it in her palm, she watched the piece of paper shift forward towards the building.

Well, that solved that issue, he was still inside. Tucking away the locator again, she exhaled heavily. Talking with Rayleigh had helped a lot, but now she had to figure out how to deal with the other half of the issue. Not something that was going to be easy. Quietly stepping inside, she glanced around. Everything was silent, she was pretty sure Shakky was gone. But if Mihawk had been in a bad mood, that was understandable. No one wanted to be around him when he was upset.

Padding up the stairs, Tamara carefully poked her head into the lounge room. Mihawk was sitting on the couch, head turned to look out the window, glass of wine in hand and Virgil curled up on his lap. Yoru leaned on the back rest of the furniture. Gathering her courage, she stepped into the room. He turned to look at her, rimmed gold eyes locking onto hers, but said nothing. Twinging her fingers together, she started the conversation hesitantly.

"Are you still mad at me?"

He tilted his head a bit, the ghostly flicker of a smile appearing on his face for a moment, "I believe that should be my line."

Relived that his voice was normal and not tainted with strain, Tamara gave a soft smile in return. Mihawk raised his free hand, wiggling fingers to beckon her over. Walking across the room she sat down next to him, tucking her knees up and shifting so she faced him. He reached over, pausing for a moment to see how she'd react, before gently grabbing her hand, bringing it up and placing a soft kiss on her knuckles. The tender act made her heart melt a little.

"I'm sorry I upset you."

Flushing lightly, Tamara ducked her head slightly, "Same here." Tightening her grip to squeeze his hand softly, she kept going, "I've decided that I hate fighting with you. Let's try not to do that anymore, okay."

"Agreed."

Feeling relief fill her, she scooted closer, leaning against his side and gave Virgil a quick scratch. Tamara let herself soak up the presence of Mihawk, simply enjoying the sensation of having him near before she broke the moment.

"You can't block me out like that. Not if you want this to work. I'm either in all the way, or I'm not. And if you can't do the same, then we need to just stay friends."

His jaw twitched as his teeth ground together for a moment, "I need to keep you safe."

"Since when did you start doubting your own abilities. There is literally no one else in this world that can keep me safer than you."

"This is different."

Tamara looked up at him. Mihawk was glaring at the far wall with such intensity she was surprise a fire hadn't started. Much as she wanted to question him, she stayed quiet, letting him vent whatever he needed to. "I left them behind. I wanted my own life, to be free of that place. After what they did..."

His voice faded off, eyes closing and Tamara saw something flicker over his features that she'd never seen before.

Pain

"You don't need to tell me. It's okay. We can leave, you don't have to deal with it. But...I just want you to be sure that's what you want. I don't want you to be filled with regret later on because you made a choice for me rather than for yourself."

"I could never regret any choice that keeps you with me."

It was incredibly moving to hear him say that, almost enough to make her want to end the topic. But she'd experienced the hurt and trauma of what happened when you tried to ignore the past. She didn't want that for him.

"You say that now, but things happen." Tamara puffed out a breath, speaking from personal experience, hard as it was, "My home is gone, my family is dead. I regret that. I know there's nothing I could have done at the time to change it, but it still haunts me. Probably always will. I don't want that to happen to you."

Mihawk didn't respond to that, staying silent and taking a sip from his drink. Finally he looked over at her with a small smirk, "You can be a very troublesome girl sometimes. You know that right?"

She let out a strange breathy giggle at that, feeling their connection starting to repair itself. Resting her head back on his shoulder, Tamara relaxed into him, happy he was feeling better and hopeful things would get back to normal.

"How exactly did you manage to accumulate this much in only two days?"

"Blame Shakky-san. She's a terrible influence."

"Clearly." Mihawk smirked at Tamara, shifting the large backpack he carried over one shoulder to a more comfortable position. As it was, she was lugging along an oversize suitcase. It was a good thing they were almost at the ship, she looked very flushed from dragging the item. He tilted his head a bit when she bent over to heave up the heavy load again, admiring the curve of her backside for a few brief moments before forcing himself to look away.

While he was grateful they were once more connected, there was still a deep disturbance stirring in his soul. He couldn't stop the feeling of dread and trepidation from rising. The words from their disagreement replayed in him mind over and over again. He was torn on what course of action to take, unsure of how to proceed and still struggling to find the right path.

He wanted to forget everything, wanted to pretend like he was isolated again, a lone man bearing his great title and prestige that hundreds sought. Mihawk didn't want anything to do with what was happening in Moldovien. But despite his desires, his driving wish to push it away, there was an underlining part of his conscious that still pressed and prodded, demanding attention no matter how deeply he buried it in his mind.

Because regardless of what had happened, regardless of his vow, his choices...it was still his home. Adrian still lived there, as did his Father. Or at least he believed his Father was still alive. Aside from the recent scrolls delivered a few months ago, Mihawk hadn't heard a single word from his homeland since his left as a young adult. Plus, all those messages had been signed by his brother, so perhaps Adrian now ruled the lands as King.

Then there was the other problem. The Left Hand had nurtured Moldovien for millennia, kept the island safe from outside forces, made the people strong and resilient, earning a following that bordered on a religious cult mindset. And now, it was dying. Mihawk still had trouble coming to terms with that. It seemed so farfetched, that something so powerful could ever fade away.

Struggling to push aside memories and thoughts of his past, Mihawk increased his pace as they neared the edge of the island. Coming up behind Tamara, he stepped around her, reaching out to grab the suitcases handle.

"Do you have anything breakable in here?"

She looked mildly confused, "I don't think so. Why?"

Without answering, he lifted the luggage and casually flung it over the large gap between the archipelago and the ships deck. Tamara opened her mouth, likely to chastised him for pitching around her belongings. He ended the potential scolding by reaching out and wrapping his free arm around her, yanking her flush against his chest.

Her cheeks reddened at the contact, a small gasp of surprise leaving her lips. Mihawk savored the feeling of her soft, curved form pressed against him, smirking down before lowering his head slightly, whispering sensually into her ear, "Hold onto me, Mi Pequeña."

He felt a shiver vibrate through her body before she lifted and slide her arms around his neck. Mihawk waited for longer than he needed to, slowly moving his grip lower and settling his forearm under her rump. Bending his knees slightly, he fired the powerful muscles in his legs, leaping into the air.

Tamara squeaked in a high pitched voice as the wind caught her hair, whipping the blond strands around. Gravity seized them again, pulling them down and he shifted his weight to land lightly on the wooden surface of the moored boat. He loosed his grip slightly, letting her feet touch the ground, but didn't remove his arm from her waist. She looked up, still flushed, eyes shining like crisp ocean waves.

"I could have gotten across with Nina."

"Now where would be the fun in that?"

Now she rolled her eyes, but the sapphire depths still shimmered with playfulness, caught up in his mood, "You are completely incorrigible."

"I blame you."

Her palm slapped against his upper arm, but with little force, more of an annoyed swat as she squirmed slightly in his hold, "Me!? What did I do?"

Mihawk chuckled, dropping the pack he held and spinning her around, pulling her back to his chest and nuzzling into her hair, making her breathlessly laugh out loud as she wriggled in his hold, fully engaged in the lighthearted teasing.

"You're too tempting," he murmured against her skin, breathing in her feminine scent of vanilla and sugar, "I have difficultly controlling myself around you."

Tamara's head moved again, exposing her neck. Mihawk had know idea when he'd become so obsessed with the pale expand of skin, but he took full advantage of her offer. Parting his lips, he suckled gently on the tender surface, the flavor of the sweet morsel almost making him groan, his arms tightening to pull her closer to him. She gasped softly in response, a full body shudder running through her.

"T-that is not a good reason, you have more self control than anyone I know."

Mihawk was impressed she could still talk, even it the words were winded and husky. She'd stumbled significantly more earlier, perhaps she was getting more accustomed to his advances. He hoped that was the case, there was so much he wanted to show her.

His lips ghosted over the junction where her neck met shoulder, unintentionally brushing against a jagged raised portion of flesh. Immediately, he knew he'd made a mistake. Tamara's form became rigid stone in his arms, every muscle tensing and he heard a sharp intake of breath. Without thought, Mihawk instantly loosened his hold and stepped back.

Or at least tried to. As he went to pull his arms away, Tamara grabbed his wrists. He paused, watching carefully as she turned to face him. Her eyes had darkened, but she looked at him without fear. He waited while she raised up one of her hands, pressing the palm against the scar, before smiling gently at him. Mihawk's heart thudded hard in his chest at the beguiling, innocent expression she gazed at him with.

Exhaling hard, he brushed a thumb over her cheekbone, "If you weren't so quick to forgive, I'd have an easier time holding back."

Tamara laughed lightly again, "If you weren't such a gentleman, I might not forgive so quickly."

"Perhaps then, we agree to disagree."

"I can agree to that."

The two shared a soft laugh before Tamara turned back towards Sabaody, moving towards the railing. Removing Nina from her hip, she snapped out the whip, waking the serpent, who rested her chin on the shoreline, making a walkway for Virgil to happily run across, "Can I take the ship out of port?"

"Of course. I bring up the anchor."

It was unusual for him to be able to relax on a ship. Having travelled alone for most of his pirate career, Mihawk found it both comforting and slightly unsettling to be able to rest on the deck without worrying about the unpredictability of the wind and waves of Paradise.

Tamara had taken to being a helmsman like a bird took to the air. She was a born natural, able to guide the vessel with skill that even those with years of experience had trouble mimicking. The navigation was still left in his hands, that was something that took time to develop no matter what, but her instincts in regards to the general movement of the boat were absolutely superb.

So as it was, Mihawk let himself stretch out, leaning back against the mast and enjoying the warmth of the sun on his skin. He didn't normally get to be so lazy while at sea, so it was something he savored. Given how well Tamara was handling the ship, he might even be tempted to doze off at some point.

However, there were downsides to not having to focus on sailing. Now, his mind was free to wander and with that came once again the niggling of recent events. Staring up at the sky, he watched the fluffy white clouds pass by, wishing he could enjoy the peace. But he simply couldn't, too torn on what to do. Shifting his gaze to Tamara, who stood joyfully at the helm, he exhaled softly.

He needed to protect her, the thought of her being hurt, being taken away from him ripped pain through his system the likes of which he never thought he could feel. But his conscious was also demanding to be given attention and no amount of discipline or ignorance was working to settle it. Briefly, Mihawk considered the possibility of leaving Tamara somewhere safe while he dealt with the issue of his homeland. However, he already knew that wouldn't work. She would demand to be involved, refuse to let him deal with the problem alone unless he wanted to return their relationship to how it was before her kidnapping.

Mihawk didn't think he could do that, not now, not after everything they'd been through together. So he was pulled viciously in two directions, unable to decided which path to take. It was disturbing and highly irritating, making him unable to fully appreciate the tranquility of traveling at sea again. He pinched his nose in irritation, feeling a headache starting to build in his temples.

"Do you truly intent to let yourself continue to wallow in this torment, my Lord?"

Golden eyes widened and Mihawk jolted to his feet, hand already closed around Yoru's handle. Spinning around, he glared down at Caspian, who knelt at the prow of the ship, balancing on the rounded flagpole figurehead. Behind him, he heard Tamara yelp in shock, "Where the hell did you come from!?"

Snarling low, Mihawk readied a strike with his blade, muscles tensing for a lunge. Caspian looked up with dark eyes filled with regret while his hands shifted in front of him. Between his palms, a twisting circle of black and white energy formed.

"Don't you dare Criado!"

The howl of rage went unheeded as the cloaked male slammed his palms down on the wooden surface. Mihawk attempted to leap backwards, but the damage was already done. Below his feet the swirling, spiral circle appeared, growing in circumference. Gravity seized his ankles, yanking his body downwards and the uncomfortable tingling of electricity darted across his skin. The world momentarily disappeared. Then the strange vortex dropped him below deck, down in the hold where the crates, barrels and supplies rested.

Landing lightly on his feet, Mihawk very nearly sliced straight up through the ship in red hazed outrage, fury climbing with every heartbeat. The only thing that stopped him was the sudden appearance of a second twisting maelstrom on the roof and the sight of Tamara's body dropping through the ceiling. Driving his partner into the floor, Mihawk stepped forward, opening his arms so she landed safely his grip. Nina was held tightly in her hand, unfurled and ready for use, though still in whip form. Evidently, she'd tried to attack Caspian after he transported Mihawk below deck. His Lady looked baffled beyond reason at suddenly being somewhere else.

"What the hell was that!?"

Mihawk scowled darkly, setting Tamara back on her feet, "Caspian is a Devil Fruit user. He consumed the Pōto-Pōto no Mi, the Portal-Portal Fruit. It allows him to transport himself, others and more or less anything he wants over vast distances in the blink of an eye."

"And you're just telling me this now?"

Mihawk looked towards the trap door of the hold. Much as he wanted to confront Caspian, slicing up the ship they were on wasn't a good way to go about that, "His power isn't particularly useful for combat, its more irritating than anything."

"That isn't the point, you should have-" Tamara's words were cut off rapidly as the sensation of sparking energy jolted across the whole ship.

As quickly as it came, everything suddenly lurched upwards and both of their feet left the ground. Weightlessness seized the ship, the feeling of gravity pulling on the craft. Tamara shrieked in response. Mihawk reached out and yanked her to his chest, his back slamming into the ceiling as the ship fell. Another massive black and white spiraling portal appeared below them, engulfing the ship and all its occupants.

The falling sensation didn't dissipate, the lack of gravity making unsecured items hover in midair. Tamara yelled fearfully over the din of roaring air heard even through the wooden structure.

"What's happening!?"

"Caspian's range is limited! He can only move items a few miles! He's transporting the ship over top of the Red Line!"

"He's what!?"

He was unable to response as the ship lurched suddenly to the left, forcing him to shift his grip, wrapping protective arms around Tamara as he planted his feet against the hull of the ship as it fell. Another huge galaxy swirling doorway appeared, taking away the world for a moment. Mihawk couldn't get his bearings, having to concentrate solely on keeping his sense of direction to avoid the two of them being thrown around the storage compartment from the multiple teleportation's.

Then suddenly the ship landed, slamming hard into something solid. His sensitive ears heard the crashing of waves outside the hull. Mihawk twisted quickly, curling up slightly and landing on the floor with Tamara sprawled out on top of him. He was force to rapidly roll to the side, pinning her under his body to avoid the falling supplies. As everything started to settle, the ship rocking back and forth, he looked down at her. She was flushed and breathless. Even as enraged as he was, he still couldn't quite stop himself from smirking down at her, as their current position was incredibly provocative.

Tamara blushed to the roots of her hair, both in embarrassment and anger, shoving on his shoulders, "Irritating my foot! That guy is so dead! Up! I'm going to kill him!"

"Not if I get to him first."

Standing up, he helped her to her feet. Nina was awake, curling up behind Tamara and hissing with malice, fangs already dripping deadly venom. Mihawk grabbed Yoru and threw open the hold door, jumping up before reaching down to give Tamara a hand up. As he pulled her through the entrance, another tingling of magnetic energy passed over them. This time the ship didn't lurch as much, more rocking back and forth, but causing them both to stumble a bit. Tamara's face twisted in extreme annoyance.

"Where's he taking us? What's the point of this?"

He didn't answer, already knowing and dreading the answer. They moved quickly towards the deck, forced to pause four more times as Caspian's portal powers engulfed the ship. Finally reaching the door to the outside, Mihawk threw it open with enough force to shatter the wood.

Stalking out onto deck, he turned the coldest, most deadly glare he'd probably ever had onto the servant kneeling on the pole figurehead of the ship. Caspian did not speak, raising his head. Mihawk lunged forward, Yoru screaming in his grip. Even as he moved, he knew the attack was likely useless. Which proved to be correct when Caspian vanished through a portal under his feet, reappearing near the helm. Tamara snapped out Nina, the serpent twisting towards him. Again the teleporter leapt into his vortex, disappearing and emerging on the railing surrounding the deck.

The blond snarled in response, "Coward! Stand and fight, you bastard!"

Caspian looked to her, dropping down to one knee.

"I will accept your animosity, my Lady, and my punishment. But not here. If I am to be executed for carrying out my duty, if my essence is to be taken, it will be taken with feet planted on the soil of my home."

He turned his head towards Mihawk as the Warlord walked slowly forward, knowing if he attempted to attack again, Caspian would simply teleport away, "Hate me all you want, my Lord. I will happily bear that burden, to save you from buckling under the load that you carry. Hence I force the choice upon you, so that you need not to. I have seen the pain and suffering you inflict upon yourself. I will not stand idle and let you tear yourself apart. Such a matter is mine to take from you, be you willing or not."

Mihawk did not answer and Caspian created a portal, jumping into it and vanishing again. He kept walking forward, sheathing his sword on his back and coming to a stop by the railing, eyes staring out at what he'd feared from the moment he'd heard the servant voice on the ship. Tamara walked up beside him, looking out at the sight that had captured his attention.

An island sat peacefully in the distance. Large rolling hills covered with green trees and white beaches surrounded by crisp blue water. Mihawk felt his heart thud hard, hands coming to rest on the railing, clenching so hard the wood cracked from the force of his grip. An animalistic growl rumbled out of his mouth before he could stop it, making Tamara look to him in concern.

"Hey..." her fingers brushed his arm gently, drawing his attention away from the landmass. Turning to look at her, she stepped closer, "We can leave, Dracule. You don't need to deal with this."

Exhaling hard, he reached out, pulling her into a tight embrace, tucking her head under his chin. The closeness helped to clear his head, pushed back the rage. Taking a moment to calm and collect his thoughts, he responded in a gruff tone.

"Much as I would like that beloved, I fear its not possible. We are in the New World now, on the other side of the Red Line. I have neither the proper Log Pose to navigate this part of the Grand Line, nor access to any Coating in order to travel back through Fishman Island. So for better or worst, it would appear that we are stuck here for the time being."

Relaxing his hold slightly, he turned his head to look back at the island sitting on the horizon. Tamara looked to it as well, biting her lip before speaking, "So, where is that?"

Mihawk didn't answer for a long time, staring at the landmass as though he wished nothing more than for it to vanish like Caspian had. But he finally spoke, doing everything possible to keep his voice steady and emotionless.

"That is Moldovien. It would appear that I have returned home...whether I want to or not."

So there you go. Mihawk and Tamara are now in the New World, about to deal with Mihawk's home island. Hopefully people don't hate on Caspian too hard, he's really not that bad of a guy, just trying super hard to help his Lord. Maybe not in the best way, but you know...its Mihawk. XD

Anyway, I was originally going to have Caspian's Devil Fruit power be able to transport him and other things basically anywhere in the world. But that seemed WAY to OP for me. So I started thinking about a few other things. And surprisingly, the answer came to me from a different franchise...The X-Men. Specifically, X-Men Evolution's fuzzy teleporter Nightcrawler. I used to watch the cartoon series as a kid and I remember that Nightcrawler had a limit on his teleporting distance, approximately 3 miles. Which is still a pretty long distance. Especially in the One Piece world where flying machines don't exist. Being able to transport things 3 miles away is hugely powerful in my mind.

From there I started to try and figure out how big the Red Line is. It's stated that the Red Line is 10,000 meters below sea level and that the White Sea is 7,000 meters above sea level. But there is no know height of the Red Line itself, but seeing as Mary Geoise is always seen with clouds around it, I would estimate it to be somewhere around 5,000-6,000 meters up. Converting that into miles gets somewhere around 3 miles. So giving Caspian a limited range of around 3-4 miles for teleporting is reasonable in my mind.

It's also stated that the Red Line is supposed to be indestructible and impassable, so without knowing how thick the wall is, it made more sense for Caspian to transport everything over top of the giant ass mountain wall. Cause teleportation rules still apply and if you teleport into a solid object, you're basically screwed. Plus it was more fun to write it that way. A good way to get both Mihawk and Tamara annoyed with him. Hopefully he still seems to be a reasonably powered individual.

But with that, we go to shout outs.

dragonfire-217: Dwwahhh, that's so nice Dragon. I don't know if I'd want this plot line as cannon, too much of a fan of whats already out there, but its so amazing that you think that. Thanks so much!

Nevermorea: *Climbs inside the fort* Glad my fluff writing skills are getting so good, I'm really happy with how things are going. Not really sure where the Sherlock refer came from, maybe shoot me a PM so I can get it. Hard as the argument was to write, Tamara's too kind hearted to hold a grudge for very long, I knew they wouldn't be fighting for too long. *Reaches out and demands cookies* We'll just stay right here.

Venom Lady: Hi there Venom. Thanks so much for your review, you look like a new face. Glad to have you along.

WhiteyWolf26: Well, he does bring trouble, but not intentionally. He's really trying to help Mihawk, but you gotta get tough when you deal with someone that stubborn. I will defiantly check out the fic you mentioned, thanks for dropping that, I'm always looking for good stories to add to my favorite list.

Cookie-koko: Tamara could never stay mad at Mihawk for long, glad you're liking the fluff. Always a pleasure to see your reviews Cookie.

Douchaa: Ah, ok that make sense. Well, I'm hyped to be able to give a shout out to you with a username now. Thanks again for the support, it means so much to me. You rock!

Guest: Thanks so much, I really hope I'm managing to make the progress of their relationship feel realistic and not rushed. Thanks again for the review.

Tnancemst22: Always a pleasure to see your words Tnance. You make me smile every time. XDXDXD

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