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Chapter 2 up now!

Another fic for the books! Planning on about three chapters for this one.

she calls me back

(Title from Noah Kahan song, obv. Even though it’s like very tangentially related.) 

Uhhhh I dunno, cutesy little autumn vibes drabble. Context for said drabble is neither my monkey nor my problem. I haven’t written fanfiction in like seven years so please forgive me if I’m rusty, trying to tap back into my tweenhood whims idk to be cringe is to be free and all that jazz. Enjoy :-)

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The early autumn wind whipped through the platform as the train pulled into the station. Loid held onto Anya’s hand tightly to prevent her from running off in such a crowded and dangerous place. His mind raced, and anxiety rolled off him in waves. Anya clung to his hand, no doubt feeding off her father’s anxiety. 

With his free hand, Loid handed Yor her suitcase. She took it with a small smile. 

“Have a safe trip,” He returned the smile, but she could tell he was tense. He always was when they were separated.

She planted a kiss on his cheek. “Don’t worry about me. We both know I can handle myself perfectly fine.”

Loid relaxed, albeit marginally. “Of course. I’ve been on the receiving end of your self-defense tactics. Anyone who threatens you has another thing coming.” 

Anya tugged at the hem of his sweater, and Loid picked her up and settled her on his hip. She looked dreadfully close to tears, which only made Loid more nervous. Over a year of parenting, and he still wasn’t very good with the comforting part. 

Luckily, Yor was. She gently tapped the tip of Anya’s nose with her index finger. “You don’t need to worry about me either, little one. You’re lucky Loid is staying with you, or you’d have to put up with my cooking.”

Anya smiled at that. “Mama is a bad cook.”

Before Yor could reply in mock offense, the train whistle blew.

“You’d better get going, dear,” Loid said, “Or you’ll miss your train.”

“You’re right,” Yor kissed Anya’s forehead and gave Loid a quick peck before turning to approach the train. 

Loid caught her hand and pressed his lips to her knuckles. “Call me when you arrive, I want to know you got there safely.”

Yor’s cheeks were dusted pink. Even after actually being married (or what everyone else interpreted as them renewing their vows), she still wasn’t quite used to all the casual affection Loid gave her. 

But still, she promised, “I wouldn’t dream of doing anything else first.”