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I'm probably going to retire this blog but take Haneul over to another blog with an old muse where they'll be warlocks from The Mortal Instruments book series. Yes, I mean Pan for those who came from his old blog. I plan on keeping most of Han's ships. Both platonic and romantic.

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Mail Order Bride

@fightersxlovers This had not been the plan. To sit in this big house all alone day in and day out... she had done this so she could go to school and become a fashion designer, but now she was just a pet. Did she wear designer labels and a diamond ring big enough to support a small country? Yeah, but it didn't matter. No one ever saw her anyway. When the door opened, Ting Ting looked over from the window she had been staring blankinly out of. "Welcome home, George."

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“That’s Mr.Seung.” he remarked while turning his back and sifting through the papers. “I’ll be in my office.”

“Then don’t call me Lilia. Ms. Virtanen will do.” She said her name with the thickest Finnish accent she possibly could before going over to the coffee pot and making a fresh brew.

The resulting eye roll was so deep and intense he was afraid it may cause a cramp. "Whatever you say, I take my coffee black."

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Lilia casually moved to the side when Seung tried to grab her ass. She didn’t even look up from the papers she was faxing. “How come you only try to grab my ass, but not the other secretary’s? Hers looks much more bouncy.”

Bora sttaightened his suit cuffs and smoothed bavk his hair. “What are you talking about? Hers is wide and flat.”

Lilia raised her brows and turned toward him. “So don’t touch mine, either.”

"I wasn't going to. I'm trying to get my copies from the machine, Lilia." He snatched a stack of papers from the printer's tray by her hip. "Bring my a coffie when you're done with that fax."

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Lilia casually moved to the side when Seung tried to grab her ass. She didn’t even look up from the papers she was faxing. “How come you only try to grab my ass, but not the other secretary’s? Hers looks much more bouncy.”

Bora sttaightened his suit cuffs and smoothed bavk his hair. "What are you talking about? Hers is wide and flat."

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Chris had popped a Vicodin about half an hour ago, but he was still in pain. “Daddy,” he whined. “Do you have a heating pad?”

"Hm?" Han peeked his head out of the bedroom. "Yeah, come here, baby boy. I've got something for you."

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