A/N: The pic above belongs to me bc I took it. 🙂
She was in someone's bed . Her eyes opened and squinted because of the sunlight entering the room. 'Who carried me here?' She questioned. She tried standing, but she felt someone's arm snaking around her waist.
"Where are you going ?..." Shivers ran down her spine as Shanks face was buried in the crook of her neck.
"I wanted to see if I could maybe do some work.So , well, you let go?" Adara asked as Shanks groaned but let her go.
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𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖎𝖉𝖔𝖑𝖎𝖆
Fanfiction𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖎𝖉𝖔𝖑𝖎𝖆. / (ˌ𝖕æ𝖗𝖆ɪˈ𝖉əʊ𝖑ɪə) / 𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖓. 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖈𝖊𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖆 𝖕𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖓 𝖔𝖗 𝖒𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖎𝖙 𝖉𝖔𝖊𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖚𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖞 𝖊𝖝𝖎𝖘𝖙. "𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪" 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙨...
