I just really enjoy the game and want the fandom to grow
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And here are some reasons to convince you to read this book!
-These oneshots are gender neutral
-And even though the reader is in them there is no use of Y/n
-I try to...
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In the cozy embrace of the room, three children played with gleeful abandon, their laughter echoing off the walls like the crackling of the fire that danced merrily in the hearth. The flames cast a warm glow upon their rosy cheeks, illuminating the innocence and joy that radiated from their youthful spirits.
With each playful gesture, they chased imaginary dragons and built towering castles out of cushions and blankets, their imaginations soaring as high as the flames that flickered before them. Their small bodies seemed to defy gravity as they leaped and twirled, their laughter a symphony of pure delight.
Around them, the room was alive with the sounds of childhood—the patter of little feet against the hardwood floor, the rustle of fabric as they tumbled and rolled, and the occasional squeal of excitement as they discovered some new adventure waiting to be explored.
But amidst the chaos of their play, there was a sense of tranquility—a peacefulness that settled over the room like a soft blanket, wrapping the children in its comforting embrace. For in the warmth of the firelight, they found solace, a sanctuary from the cares of the world outside.
As they played, their imaginations took flight, transporting them to far-off lands and distant galaxies, where anything was possible and dreams knew no bounds. And in that magical moment, they were not just children playing in a room—they were adventurers, explorers, heroes of their own making.
And so, as the fire crackled and popped, casting its golden light upon their faces, the children played on, their laughter ringing out like the chiming of bells on a crisp winter's morning. For in that room, in that moment, they were free—to be young, to be wild, to be unapologetically themselves.
Among the trio of playful souls, one stood out with long, flowing blonde hair that cascaded like sunlight down their back. Their locks danced in the flickering firelight, a golden halo framing their youthful face, lending an angelic air to their presence. With each movement, their hair swayed like wheat in the breeze, adding a touch of elegance to their boundless energy.
Beside them, a mischievous spark danced in the brown eyes of another child, a glint of mischief that belied their innocent facade. Their eyes twinkled with mischief as they concocted elaborate schemes and daring escapades, always one step ahead of their companions in the game of make-believe. With a devilish grin, they led their friends on wild adventures, their laughter echoing through the room like a chorus of mischievous sprites.
And then there was the third child, with the curiosity of a cat and the boundless energy of a hurricane. Their eyes, wide and bright, darted from one corner of the room to another, taking in every detail with a voracious hunger for knowledge. They were the explorer, the seeker of hidden treasures and forgotten secrets, forever chasing after the next great discovery with a relentless determination.
