#𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝

[winterreigned]

𝗜𝗙 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗛𝗔𝗗 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 𝗧𝗢 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗙𝗔𝗧𝗘, 𝘞𝘖𝘜𝘓𝘋 𝘠𝘖𝘜?

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗱𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 , 𝘀𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 , 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗼𝗻 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗹𝗹. 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗱𝗶𝗲 , 𝘃𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲. 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗮𝘁 , 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗺 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗱? 𝗳𝗼𝗿 , 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗺 , 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗲𝗴𝗼𝗻'𝘀 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺 : 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳 𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲.

𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲'𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲.

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻 , 𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗸 , 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗻𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸. 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝗱𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱 , 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗺. 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 , 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗱𝗼 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘀. ' 𝗳𝗶𝘅 𝗶𝘁 , 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝗶𝘁 , 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱'𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲. ' 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 , 𝗳𝗶𝘅 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀 , 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝘀 , 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗮𝗹𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗺 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗺𝘆: 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱.

this is an open FIX IT group verse for asoiaf , if you are interested in joining , please contact @winterreigned. you are tasked to stop the inevitable , characters wake up shortly before jon arryn's death , having very little time before the game of thrones truly begins. we currently are seeking one version of a muse to participate , you can find taken roles ( linked ) below. if you see your muse is available , we'd love for you to join ! please specify if you'd like them to remember or not. please track the tag: gv | 𝚘𝚑 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 ❱❱

𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿: sansa stark , sandor clegane , jon snow , margaery tyrell , podrick payne , brienne tarth , arya stark , oberyn martell , nagini 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲𝘁: bran stark , theon greyjoy , trysta tyrell , ned stark , jaime lannister , robb stark , ygritte of the freefolk , rhaegar gaunt

[ofblackskies]

princess ciri ( @acourtcfmuses ) gets a tswift starter

"I remember that fight," Dara looked at Ciri. She was the bringer of destruction - everything that loved her died, and he hadn't wanted to be dead. "Everything was slipping right out of our hands."

[wcstcros]

𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽 ; 𝙶𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙿 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴:

𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗹𝘆 , he has foreseen this , foreseen it all. the raven had warned him , not enough was done , yet foolishly , the bits of human that remained left in brandon stark had HOPED it would be enough. hope was a dangerous thing , perhaps more so than death itself. for , hope is what makes you think you actually have a chance at survival , when death is certain , no beating around the bush , final and lasting.

he will live on in this world , soul bound to memories of all that have ever come before him. yet , this world will be destroyed , as will all of those he loved. there's a part of him that aches , wants to cower in mother's arms , appropriate for a boy his age , though impossible. for even if catelyn stark were alive today , the three eyed raven would prevent such a thing to be.

it is with every muster of energy that remains , bran finds himself tapping into powers he knew nothing of. perhaps , this is the raven's last flight , one last attempt to make right in the world. he will send them all back , for this is their one last chance to survive. YOU CANNOT GO , BRANDON , the raven screeches. , fear bubbling as the entity within dares speak to him. though he understands , for his job is to send them back , let humanity try once more without him. perhaps bran stark of winterfell , the young boy who roared with laughter , climbed stone towers , and dreamed of knighthood would be enough. but for now , the raven rests.

then the universe stops , maybe it's the victory of death , maybe it's the success of what he has attempted , but there is nothing but him , and only him. he sees them all now , back to where they began. a time shortly before jon arryn dies , when the true game of thrones began. he's not sure what strength remains , not sure if they can hear him , but he tries to speak: ❝ 𝗳𝗶𝘅 𝗶𝘁 , 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝗶𝘁 , 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱'𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 ❞ it seems some of them have heard them , but his magic is far from perfect , and only half of the heroes of winterfell seem to remember. this must be enough , or so he hopes.

his mind wanders , it is time to be bran stark once more , there's a warming sensation as he lets his mind hover over the young boy's mind. to walk , to jump , to climb - how he will love to visit this young bran , though when he touches the surface he forgets. for the three eyed raven is no longer : it's just brandon stark.

[isabelle-madeux]

♟ 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚞𝚡 ♟

♣ 𝙼𝚛. 𝚁𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚝 𝙾𝙲

♣ 𝙰𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝙰𝚕𝚕𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝙲𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢

♣ 𝚂𝚑𝚎/𝚑𝚎𝚛

♣ 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝙰𝚗𝚡𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 (𝙶𝙰𝙳)

♣ 𝙵𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖: 𝙺𝚊𝚝𝚑��𝚢𝚗 𝙽𝚎𝚠𝚝𝚘𝚗

♣ 𝟷𝟾+ 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 (𝙰𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝟷𝟾+)

♣ 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐

[mischievousmoony]

𝚓𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑… 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛 (𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝)

⟢ poly!marauders x fem!reader (initial wolfstar & lily x reader)

⟢ summary: james is the sun, the center of the universe, of course when you realize how brightly he shines you can't help but fight over him. it comes unexpectedly, the way it brings you all together . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁3.6k

⟢ warnings/tags: suggestive content/mature themes, hogwarts is a university these characters are in their 20s, poly!marauders, confident!reader, not proofread

⟢ masterlist

note: the dialogue is cringe i fear... this is another one i wrote for fun in the notes app before i started being active on here again

At first, James thought it was jealousy. When he saw you kiss Lily goodbye at the portrait hole, he felt it for the first time. He couldn’t really tell who he felt it for, though. But then he felt it again, this time when he found Remus and Sirius cuddling in their shared dorm, and he’d chalked it up to being jealous that his friends were in happy relationships whilst he was alone. 

He tried flirting with other people, thinking a relationship of his own would cure these feelings. In his endeavors, James found that flirting was something he’s actually quite good at. But when he was on the receiving end of flirtatious remarks, he noticed his stomach never flipped the way it did for his friends, and all they had to do was say ‘hello’ to make it happen. He even tried to go on a date, but he found himself itching to be back at Gryffindor Tower where you lot were hanging out. 

So, James decided to face the facts. He has a crush… or four, he supposes. But it’s not like romance between him and his friends is unheard of. Other students around Hogwarts used to poke fun at you all for the inter friend group dating, accusing you of things like passing each other around for the fun of it. 

Someone once told Sirius he couldn’t escape the incestuous nature of his family, and that’s when the boys started hexing anyone who made any sort of joke on the topic. Soon enough, people learned to keep their mouths shut. 

But it wasn’t what other students made it seem. You all may have been perceived as a lascivious bunch who couldn’t keep your hands off of each other, but there were deep emotions between some of you that surpassed mere physical attraction. 

James probably had one of the most tame histories, save for Peter, who managed to find a girlfriend outside of the group. In James’ past, there was casual fling with Lily, which both parties wanted to be more, yet neither ever had the courage to say it. The relationship ended when they both inwardly thought they’d be better off letting go than silently yearning for more. Aside from that, James had managed to kiss each of you some way or another, whether it be via drinking games or experimental fun.

As for the rest of you, let’s just say you all did a bit more than kiss some of the other members in your group before you all coupled off. 

You, for example, have dabbled in romance with both Sirius and Remus at different points in time. There was a frenzied night with Remus that had you both longing for more, yet never acting on it. And there was a time where everyone thought you and Sirius would end up together. The tension between you two was once so palpable it pervaded your every interaction and shrouded your awareness of anything but each other. It fizzled after a while of neither of you ever making a real move, but sometimes you both feel it creep back into your conversations like an addiction you couldn’t shake. 

Lily and Remus also had a history. They were together for a while, a saccharine relationship that made those around them equally jealous as they were nauseous. Eventually, they broke it off because they couldn’t help but feel like something was missing. They theorized that they must be better off as friends, but what could’ve been still seems to loom over them. 

And James doesn’t know this, if he found out now he might disintegrate on the spot, but everyone’s fancied him at some point. But there’s something about Potters and their tendency to be oblivious. Everyone’s tried to get out of James’ friend zone and it went quite unnoticed. Lily was the only one who’s ever succeeded, and yet, they let each other become their ones that got away. 

It might be a good thing that James never knew about his friends’ crushes. He probably would’ve turned most of you down, depending on the timing. And that would’ve haunted him now. He already has to deal with the pining and the nerves and the misery of it all. Regret added to that mix would send him over the edge. 

After all, the minute you all walk into the common room his heart is already racing with nerves. 

First came Remus and Sirius, Remus having his arm slung across Sirius’ shoulders. Sirius’ walk is an odd looking shuffle due to the way he presses himself into his boyfriend’s side. 

There’s the pining. James wishes he could be sandwiched between them. He imagines shuffling along, like Sirius, and watching the pace of their footsteps sync up. 

Next, James sees Lily. Beaming, as always. She has a firm grip on your hand as she tows you in after her. You two are giggling about something and James swears he’s never heard anything more beautiful than the way your laughters intertwine. He’d give anything to be included in whatever you two were so charmed by. 

“Hey, Prongs,” Remus greets as they sit on the sofa next to him. Remus’ knees knock against James’. James doesn’t want to think about how much it affects him. 

“Hi Jamie,” you say in a sing song voice, passing in front of him as Lily leads you to sit on the armchair with her. The two of you might as well be on top of each other when you get situated, your legs twisted together.

James shifts in his seat, “Hi,” he rasps, then clears his throat, “Hi guys.” 

“What are you up to?” Lily bats her beautiful, long eyelashes at James.

James picks up a book Peter left on the end table next to him, “Studying,” he lies. What he was really doing was thinking about all of you. He couldn’t exactly disclose that, now could he? 

Lily’s eyes dart down to the cover of the book, “Advanced History of Magic?”

“I thought you dropped that after OWLs?” You wonder aloud. 

James presses his lips into a line while he tries to think of what to say, “Yeah, I, er- I’m not studying for class. I’m studying for pleasure. History is a very important subject.” James internally groans. He curses Peter in his mind for not leaving a better book behind. 

The couples around him seem to share skeptical glances that make James want to walk into the Black Lake, lie down, and drown there. 

James' next words tumble out like a torrent, “It’s actually Peter’s. He was telling me something interesting from his class. Wanted to read up on it myself. Anyway, I should go return this to him. Cheers, guys.”

Before anyone can say anything, James is already speeding off with the book. 

Oh, the misery. James hates how awkward things have become. He’s not usually an awkward person, but being around all four people he’s crushing on is overwhelming, even for him. 

Somewhere in Hogwarts’ halls, James leans against one of the cold stone walls and hugs Peter’s book to his chest. 

What is wrong with me, he thinks. And then he gets a tad arrogant, I’m James Potter! I can handle anything. Even having a thing for my best friends. 

James decides right then and there that he doesn’t want to feel like such a mess anymore. It’s time for a different approach. 

The next time he sees one of you, he thinks to himself, you know how to be confident, James, you’ve done it before. And so he puts on his best act. 

But for some reason, acting confident translated into constantly flirting with all of his friends. He really had no intention of doing that, it’s not like he actually wanted to get with any of you. He’d never want to try to interfere in your relationships. But for some reason, as his words tumbled out with amorous undertones and romantic implications, the negative emotions tumbled away too. So he kind of just kept doing it. 

From then on, your interactions with James have gone much more smoothly. Admittedly, they were also much more intoxicating. 

One day after Quidditch practice, James finds you and Lily wrapped up in each other’s arms on the sofa. Your arms are around Lily’s waist as you both watch the crackle of the fireplace before you. The sofa’s back cushions lay strewn across the floor to accommodate the space the two of you take up. 

With a grin fitting his face, James approaches the sofa. 

“Hey,” he calls on his approach. The two of you shift onto your backs to look in the direction of James’ voice behind you. When he arrives, he leans his forearms on the back of the sofa, one folded over the other, and hovers above you two, “Lily, Y/N.” He greets. 

“Hi James,” Lily says on behalf of you both. 

James eyes leisurely drift along the length of the couch and back up again, “Don’t you two look cozy.”

“Sure are,” Lily grins lazily, “If there were any more room on here we’d invite you to join,” your girlfriend jokes. 

“That’s alright, doll,” James says with a lopsided smile. He then leans in closer to you, and you notice the sparkling reflection of the firelight in his eyes. He lowers his voice to a whisper as if he’s telling you a secret, “Next time.” His voice comes out like silk and his eye contact is unwavering. You find it too intoxicating to even blink.

Your lips part slightly, and you can hear Lily’s breath get caught in her throat. It was just two words, it really shouldn’t have affected you two so much. Maybe it’s the way he said them… or maybe it’s just James. James, whose tousled hair is sticking to his forehead still from a strenuous practice and whose lips are only centimeters away. 

A moment of silence passes between you three before James straightens out his spine, standing with his hands resting where his forearms previously were. 

His fingers pitter patter against the sofa back, “I’m off to shower…” James says, “Save me a seat at dinner?”

Without waiting for a reply, James walks towards the boys dormitories. You both watch James disappear up the stairs. When you look at Lily, you find her face flushed. You wiggle your eyebrows and she slaps you on the arm, knowing exactly what you’re thinking. Her hand lingers, then trails down to fit into yours. She discovers a sweaty palm, and now she’s the one raising her eyebrows. 

A few days later, Remus and Sirius find themselves in a similar situation. 

The three Marauders found themselves running for their lives from Filch after attempting to pull a prank without their fourth, who had to bail last minute. They had to rethink the plan on the spot without the extra set of hands, and found themselves nearly getting caught. 

Luckily, Remus knew this area of the castle intimately from his prefects rounds, and found them a room to hide in. 

The boys tumble inside. Sirius and James find themselves with their backs to the nearest wall, both heaving to catch their breaths. Remus locks the door behind them, and releases a shocked laugh as he backs into the room. 

“Quick thinking, Rem. I wonder what other tricks you have up your sleeve.” James says, his tone suggestive. 

“Oi!” Sirius exclaims while Remus flushes. Sirius looks a bit amused, but still feels a bit territorial too. 

James swivels to face Sirius, his body not coming out of contact with the wall. He leans his forearm on the stones above Sirius’ head. Being a bit shorter, Sirius has to look up at James as he leans in ever so slightly, “Don’t worry, Sirius. I find your secrets just as intriguing.” 

Territorial feelings cured. Sirius tries to place the feelings that replaced them and… oh. His head snaps towards his boyfriend, who looks downright besotted with the display in front of him. 

James maintains eye contact and a confident smirk as lets his arm slide down the wall until his palm is flat against it, level with Sirius’ head. He gives the wall a gently pat, then abruptly turns away. 

He takes a single step towards Remus, “I have a sneaking suspicion Filch is still lurking in the area. I’ve got the cloak, so I’m off to be your knight in shining armor and cause a distraction.” James winks, and then he’s out the door. 

The pair of boys that were left behind watch the door thoughtfully for a few moments. 

Sirius’ tongue darts out to moisten his lips as he prepares himself to make a bold suggestion. 

“Hey Moony?” he asks. 

“Yeah?” Remus responds breathlessly. 

“Hear me out about something…” Sirius trails off, still looking in the direction James left in. 

A week later, you and Lily enter the common room in search of your messy-haired friend. He spots you two before either of you find him. 

“If it isn’t my favorite girls,” James waves you both over to where he is seated, which is a small table by the window. Remus and Sirius, who look a bit peeved to have James’ attention drawn away from them, are sitting across from him. 

“What brings you here?” James asks when you arrive at his side, “It’s date night, if I’m not mistaken, isn’t it?” 

You share a look with Lily, “Yes, actually, we’re just about to head off to Hogsmeade.” 

Lily rests a hand on James’ shoulder, “But we were thinking… we’d love it if you’d join us.” 

While the confusion on James’ face starts to soften into understanding, Sirius chokes on his own spit. His voice is strained as he holds back from coughing, “James is busy.”

Your eyes dart to Sirius, “Is he?” then back to James. “Couldn’t you make some time?” You bat your eyes at him. 

Sirius looks horrified, “We have some— Marauders only!— business to attend to. James was just about to accept our invitation, isn’t that right, Prongs?”

“Uhh, I-” James sputters, wildly taken aback by what’s happening. What is happening? 

“Well why don’t you two just invite Peter,” you suggest callously as Lily’s grip on James’ shoulder turns possessive. 

“This isn’t the kind of business we want to invite Peter to. We want James.” Sirius’ eyes narrow. 

You furrow your brows at Sirius’ words and it takes a moment for the meaning of them to sink in. Your features harden as Sirius and Remus suddenly go from friends to competitors. 

“Well I guess you’re out of luck, then.” You say, squinting down at Sirius, “I think James is going to want to come with us.”

Sirius didn’t much like the way you looked down on him, so he brought himself up to his feet where he could tower over you. 

“It’s cute that you think so, but we’re closer to James than anyone. James is our best friend.”

“And I think it’ll be staying that way.” 

“I beg to differ.” Sirius counters, his tone laced with arrogance. 

James’ jaw goes slack at the implication.

“If you're going to beg I prefer that you get on your knees first.” Your voice is dripping with mockery, challenge, and something else that takes everyone a moment to decipher. 

It’s something familiar, a certain tension that’s proving once again to have never fully gone away. It flashes in Sirius’ eyes too, his fiery gaze wavering to give way for a fervent expression. 

The sudden shift in tone sent an electric shock through the three onlookers, James’ jaw dropping impossibly lower.

“Trust me, doll. Where I’m involved, I’m not the one who’s gonna be begging on their knees.” 

Remus somehow looks like he’s enjoying this, which should be unusual for a guy watching his boyfriend flirt with someone else. He’s leaned back in his seat, a hint of a smile dancing on his lips, as his eyes dart between each of his friends. 

“What’s happening,” James chokes out, the nerves he expelled weeks ago suddenly bubbling back up again. 

No one answers James. Remus is having too much fun and you are too busy staring down Sirius. Lily joins you, inching closer to both you and him as she leans over your shoulder, her body pressing into your back. 

“Oh, he’s lying, don’t you think?” She says, her voice velvety smooth. 

“Certainly so. I have it on good authority that he’s the type to want to be in charge,” you jut your chin toward Remus, whose gaze you meet while memories of each other swirl around in your minds, bringing matching twinkles to your eyes. 

“Can-? Can I interject?” James takes a shot at cutting through the tension, his voice cracking.  

“Of course, Jamie,” you turn your head from Sirius to look at him but a soft hand pinching your chin gently turns you right back. 

“Eyes on me, dollface, I’m not done with you,” Sirius says firmly, as if proving how commanding he can be. 

A choked noise emits from James’ throat and it’s not clear if it’s in protest of being cast aside again or a direct reaction to the way Sirius is handling you. 

Remus inches his hand towards James’, bumping his pinky into his. “Sit tight, I want to see where this goes,” he tells him. 

“See? So effortlessly commanding,” you vocalize to Lily, a hungry look in your eyes as they flick to Remus. 

Sirius’ possessive nature flares up. “This has been real cute, but you can you can back off of them now,” Sirius say, referring to both his boyfriend and James. 

Your eyes dart back to Sirius and that hungry sort of look doesn’t falter, “Want me to focus on you, do you? Ddon’t worry, baby, I can multitask.”

“Let's cut to the chase, are you two about to fight or kiss?” James defies Remus’ command to sit tight, suddenly speaking boldly, regaining his confidence from either sheer will or impatience, “Either is fine, I suppose, as long as you continue to let me watch.”

“I second that,” Remus agrees at once. 

“Third,” Lily chimes in, “though I’d prefer to see the ladder.” 

As James words sink in, it brings you back down to reality, that familiar veil of tension that shrouds your better judgment lifting. 

Worry filters in first, your actions suddenly feeling inappropriate. That they were, but you’re less worried about the nature of your actions and more so the fact that you behaved in such away with someone else right in front of your girlfriend. When you look at her, you’re met with a sly countenance that reminds you she was an active participant. 

You’re not the only one having inner turmoil after the racy display, a silence that’s tense for different reasons washing over you all. Everyone seems to be contemplating the implications of what just happened and how you all so fondly reacted to it. 

Lily is the one to cut through the silence first. 

“You know… I wouldn’t mind if all three of you joined us,” Lily tucks a strand of hair behind your ear as she asks “Do you, Lovie?”

“No, I wouldn’t mind at all,” your words coming out like a plea when you respond. 

Remus carefully stands from his seat, approaching Sirius with revere and settling his arm across his shoulder. His free hand extends to you, which you take without hesitation. His tender touch sends shivers up your spine. 

Your four sets of eyes drift to James, who’s still in his seat trying to process what’s going on. When it sinks that this is real life, he looks back at you all like you’re a newfound treasure. 

It’s instant, the way the feelings that never went away metamorphosize into something beautiful and new. And it’s an adjustment, for sure, but you all lean into it with surprising ease. 

The rumors fly, of course, when your peers start to take notice of the way things have changed. No amount of previous hexing scares them away from jumping to their conclusions and spreading their rumors. This time around, you’re all too enamored with each other to care much about what people say, but you do find it pitiful that they could never understand. But some witnesses to the loving little touches and soft remarks between each of you and all of you find that it makes sense now—all of you were destined from the start. 

For you have always been drawn to each other. It’s why you constantly gravitated from one to the next, the pull from those you left behind never really going away. 

It feels like a dream the way you all settle back into place with each other. James looks at you all in disbelief everyday. He couldn't have imagined a more perfect solution to his previously helpless pining.

You're quite pleased as well, the longing for what you never had with each of your boys finally resolved.

And Lily and Remus share a look some days, eyes twinkling, finding comfort in knowing now what their missing piece was. Or rather, pieces. 

“Well, I think I can pinpoint now why all of our relationships kept not working out,” Lily tells him once, in the very beginning. You’re all strolling around outdoors, basking in the sun, still shyly navigating through the newness of it all. 

The knuckles of your left hand fondly brush against those on James’ right. Lily walks alongside you, Remus on the end next to her. And Sirius has fallen behind purposefully, admiring the way the four of you look together. 

“Why’s that, Dove?” Remus asks. 

“Greed,” Sirius interjects, an impish grin dances on his lips as he jogs up to join you all again. He squeezes between you and Lily, slinging his arms around you both.

Sirius nuzzles his nose into the side of your face, “But who’s to say we can’t have it all?” 

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˖✧ 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 . 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 , 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 , 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 , 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 . 𝙰𝚕𝚜𝚘 , 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢.

˖✧ 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚛 , 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚘 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚑 . 𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝙸 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 .

˖✧ 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 . 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 . 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 .

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˖✧ 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 ��𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 .𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚎 1 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 . 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝙸'𝚖 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚓𝚞𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 .

˖✧ 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 , 𝚊𝚜 𝙸'𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙸'𝚖 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘 - 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚡 𝚋𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚡 . 𝙸 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 , 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 .

˖✧ 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 .

✧ Pile 3.

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˖✧ 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚢 𝙸'𝚖 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 . 𝙳𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚢. 𝙸'𝚖 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚍𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎 .

˖✧ 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚋𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝙸'𝚖 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚢 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞 .

˖✧ 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 , 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 , 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚐𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 . 𝙺𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 .

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“𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐? 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝!” 𝚃𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚍, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢-𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛-𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛-𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝-𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗-𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛-𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚢 “𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚊!” 

𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝙳𝚛. 𝚈/𝚗 𝙻/𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛…𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙷𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍.

“𝙾𝚑 𝚠𝚘𝚠, 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝙸 𝚊𝚖” 𝙳𝚛. 𝚈/𝚗 𝙻/𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚗 “𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍” 

𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝚃𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚈/𝚗 𝙻/𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖.

𝙸𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚊 𝚙𝚑��𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚃𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚝. 𝙳𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚗, 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍.

𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎;

“𝙳𝚛. 𝚈/𝚗 𝙻/𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎” 𝙻𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚐𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚌𝚑 𝚃𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚋, 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙸𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚎. 

𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕-𝚙𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚓𝚘𝚋 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚖 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔. 𝙱𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚃𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎

“𝙸’𝚖 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢, 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎,” 𝚈/𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. “𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚕, 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍” 𝚃𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢

“𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚜” 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑, 𝚖𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚣𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝, 𝚈/𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 

“𝙽𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢” 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 “𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍, 𝚙𝚕𝚞𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚍𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙸’𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚌𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗” 

𝚃𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝, 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙱𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚂𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝙰𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙰𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 ‘𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝙰𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎?’ 𝚀𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍

“𝙸’𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝙰𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗,” 𝚃𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚕𝚢 “𝙾𝚛 𝚊 𝙺𝚒𝚠𝚒” 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚜, 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚢. 𝙰𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜, 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚃𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 

𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚋, 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚃𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚍…𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚢. 𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝. 

“𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚗” 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚔𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚎 “𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠” 𝚃𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚘. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛!

“𝚆𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚗𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚗𝚘” 𝙷𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚣𝚣𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 “𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛? 𝙾𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔?” 𝙷𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍.

𝚈/𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚃𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐.

“𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎. 𝙻𝚎𝚝'𝚜 𝚐𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛” 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 “𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚛” 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍, 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚛. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚙𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎-𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚞𝚖, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚝…𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙻𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛

“𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝚁𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠”

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𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚕𝚎

𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚘, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚎.

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚎'𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛.

𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸'𝚖 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑.

𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚘 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚕��𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎'𝚜 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚜

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚝

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚐𝚘

𝙾𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚘𝚡𝚎𝚜.

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚞𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚢

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗.

𝚆𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜.

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝙸 𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠?

𝚂𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚘𝚕𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚕𝚎.

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A Queen’s Surrender [A.H]

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚔���𝚗𝚐!𝙷𝚘𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚡 𝙵𝚎𝚖!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟷.𝟹𝚔 𝙲𝚆: 𝟷𝟾+, 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚜, 𝚍𝚞𝚋𝚌𝚘𝚗, 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕/𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚝𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚖 𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎. 𝙿𝚕𝚘𝚝: 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐

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           The candlelight flickered against the cold stone walls of the royal chambers, casting long, wavering shadows. The room, draped in deep crimson and gold, echoed the power and wealth of the man who ruled it, but tonight, it felt smaller - closer - its usual icy air warmed by something far more personal.

           You stood by the window, gazing out over the sprawling kingdom below. The night was cool, a sharp breeze drifting through the open panes. You had always found solace in the quiet of the night, in the stillness that seemed to blanket the land. But tonight, you found no peace in it. Not with him standing so close behind you.

           King Aaron Hotchner, your husband. Your king.

           His presence was inescapable, commanding every inch of the room, and every inch of you.

           You had married him out of duty, not desire. A union born of protection and force, a binding of power. But as you stood there, feeling the weight of his gaze upon you, something inside you had shifted. You were no longer the terrified girl who had trembled at his touch, at the idea of sharing a life, a throne, with him. Slowly, cautiously, you had begun to see him differently. Not just as the ruthless king whose reputation for cruelty made your heart race with fear, but as something more.

           He had protected you. In his own twisted, possessive way, he had always protected you.

           "Do you plan on staring at the moon all night?" His deep voice was low, a gravelly rumble that sent a shiver down your spine.

           You didn’t turn to face him right away, your fingers nervously toying with the edge of your gown. The weight of his words hung between you, and you took a slow breath before responding.

           "I like the quiet," you said softly, still not turning around.

           A low chuckle escaped him, dark and rich. "You find more comfort in the quiet than in me, it seems."

           Your heart fluttered, an odd mixture of nerves and something else - something you weren’t ready to name yet. The fear was still there, of course. It always would be, with a man like him. But beneath it was something warmer, something softer. You found yourself less afraid of his touch, his words, his presence, and more intrigued by it.

           You turned slowly, your eyes lifting to meet his. He stood just a few paces away, tall and imposing in his black robes. His expression was unreadable, those sharp eyes of his watching you like a hawk. Even now, after all this time, he could unravel you with just a look.

           "I do not fear you as much as I once did," you whispered, surprised by your own words.

           His eyes darkened at that, a flicker of something dangerous and pleased crossing his features. He stepped closer, his boots silent against the stone floor until he was standing right before you, his fingers brushing against your cheek. It was a feather-light touch, so soft it almost made you lean into him.

           "Fear is useful," he murmured, his voice low and intimate. "But perhaps, with time, you will find that trust can be just as powerful."

           𝚃𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝.

           The word sounded foreign coming from him, a man who had built his reign on fear and control. And yet, you had seen glimpses of something deeper in him. He was possessive, yes. Obsessed with the idea of owning you, of binding you to him in ways that went beyond mere marriage vows. But there had been moments - small, fleeting moments - where he had shown you a different side. Moments where his touch had been gentle, where his words had been soft, almost tender.

           You swallowed hard, your throat dry as his hand moved to cup your jaw, his thumb brushing the line of your cheekbone.

           "Do you trust me?" he asked quietly, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath catch.

           𝙳𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞?

           You wanted to say yes. You wanted to believe that this man, this king, who had been nothing but cold and cruel, could be someone you could trust. Someone you could learn to care for. But the fear still lingered, clinging to the edges of your heart.

           "I..." You hesitated, your voice faltering.

           His grip tightened, not painfully, but firmly enough to remind you of his power, his control, your place. His thumb slid down to your lips, tracing the soft curve of them, his eyes never leaving yours.

           "You’re learning," he murmured, his breath ghosting over your skin. "And that pleases me. But trust... trust is earned."

           Your pulse quickened as his other hand found your waist, pulling you closer until your body was pressed against his. You could feel the heat radiating from him, the strength in the way he held you. There was no escape, no way to pull away, even if you wanted to. But you didn’t. Not this time.

           His touch, once something you had dreaded, now sent a strange thrill through you. It was possessive, yes. Dominating. But there was something else there too - a hunger, a desire that made your skin tingle.

           "I see the way you look at me now," he continued his voice a low growl in your ear. "You’re not as frightened as you used to be. You’re starting to realize what it means to be mine."

           Your breath hitched, your fingers curling into the fabric of his robes. He was right. You were starting to realize it. Slowly, cautiously, you were beginning to understand what it meant to be his queen. To be the woman who stood by his side, who shared his bed, his life, his kingdom.

           "You want this," he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. "Don’t you?"

           A tremor ran through you, your mind spinning with the weight of his words. Did you? Could you?

           "I..." Your voice was barely a whisper, trembling with uncertainty.

           But his grip on you tightened, his lips pressing against your neck in a soft, almost reverent kiss. "You do," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. "I can feel it."

           Your heart pounded in your chest, your body betraying you as you melted into his touch. Despite the fear, despite the uncertainty, there was a part of you that wanted this. A part of you that was drawn to the darkness in him, to the power and the intensity that radiated from him like heat from a flame.

           His hands roamed over your body, possessive and firm, and yet, there was a surprising gentleness in the way he touched you, as though he was savoring the moment, the feel of you in his arms. You had never seen him like this before, so controlled yet so... tender.

           "I will never hurt you," he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear again. "Not like you fear. But you are mine, and you always will be."

           Your breath hitched at his words, the possessiveness in them making your heart race. You knew he meant it - every word. He would never let you go. He would never allow you to leave him, to be anything less than his queen, his wife.

           But somehow, in that moment, the thought didn’t terrify you as much as it once had.

           "I know," you whispered, finally finding your voice.

           He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours. For the first time, you saw something in them that you had never seen before - a flicker of vulnerability, buried deep beneath the layers of control and power. He needed you, just as much as you were starting to need him.

           Slowly, almost cautiously, you reached up, your hand resting against his chest. His heartbeat was strong and steady beneath your palm, a reminder of the man beneath the crown, the king who had chosen you.

           "I’m not afraid of you," you said softly, your voice trembling with the weight of the truth in your words.

           His lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile, and for the first time, you saw a glimpse of something softer in his eyes. "Good," he whispered, his voice low and dark. "You shouldn’t be."

           And as he leaned down to capture your lips with his, you knew that, despite everything, you were starting to believe him.

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𝚃𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚜...𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌. 𝙸𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚙𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜.

"f-fuck you... for t-t-touching.. MY y/n.." , 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚞𝚗𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚖 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑? 𝙸𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚖...𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍.

𝙸𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚐𝚞𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚞𝚢. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 '𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍' , 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜. 𝙷𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.

"y-your mine...not h-.. him... mine... stop t-t-talking with o..other men y-you whore"

𝙷𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝙷𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚕. 𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛? 𝚃𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚌𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚢.

𝚃𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞...𝚊𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚜𝚕𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 '𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚢' 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐? 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍. 𝙰 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐?(𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝) 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚐𝚕𝚢?...𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚒𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛.

𝙷𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝚃𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚋 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚘𝚏𝚏. 𝙷𝚎'𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙰𝚜𝚜, 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚋𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚜, 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚜, 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗/𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖

"baby...i-its ok... y-you..you need me.. o-o-ok?"

𝙷𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚙. 𝙰 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚐 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎. 𝙴𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚍𝚘��𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚝, 𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖.

"see?...i-if i wasnt h..he here... then who knows wha...what he'd do to-to you"

𝙾𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠? 𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚢. 𝙳𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝? 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚜.

𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚜. 𝚃𝚘𝚋𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝙿𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

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[hurthermore]

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Pairing: 𝙷𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗!𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚡 𝙵!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Summary: 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗. 𝚂𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘.

Word Count: 𝟺.𝟻𝚔

Warnings: 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝟷𝟾+ 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚐𝚛𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚢, 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝. 𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜.

𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚕𝚞 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗, 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖, 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎𝚗, 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚔, 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖, 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚎, 𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚎, 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚎

A/N: !!𝙸𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝!! - 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚕, 𝙸 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 (𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗, 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗). 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍; 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝.

He was angry.

Vincent was angry. The way his lips twitched into a scowl as he watched Alastor kiss the back of your hand let you know all too well how pissed he was. Your lips shook in unease as the colour from your face began to drain. “It’s lovely to meet you too, Mr. Hartfelt.” You spoke firmly with a small smile, trying to eradicate any tone from your voice in an attempt to calm the furious man that was your husband.

“Oh please, ma chérie, do call me Alastor.” His voice filtered with flirtation, promptly causing you to hilt your lips together ever so slightly, struggling to hide how flustered that term of endearment made you, yet masking the gnawing feeling of fear that drowned you. You couldn’t ignore the absolute fury that dressed your husband's face as Alastor pushed your hand against his lips once more, a toothed smirk replacing his wide smile. It felt as though this man knew what he was doing; riling your husband up. But he severely underestimated how much that would affect you in the long haul. 

Refusing to allow your face to contort into worry as you feared the consequences of your husband, your eyes subtly darted between Vincent and Alastor, hoping the taller man would get the hint and let go of your damn hand. “Alastor it is then. It’s a pleasure to have you here.” Your smile constrained, unable to offer anything genuine as dread coursed through your veins. Your husband was going to hurt you. Bad. You could sense it like a bad omen crawling along the spine of your back.

After you uttered his name back to him, Alastor granted you mercy as he relieved your hand from his gentle grip; a grip that was shockingly contrasting to what you were used to. Your husband was a rough man, whose movements were sharp and harsh. You couldn’t comprehend how a man of all things could touch you with such delicacy like Alastor had just displayed.

Turning his attention away from you, Alastor faced your husband, his smile faltering ever so slightly in the process. “Quite the home and wife you have here dear Vincent! Are you sure you need promotion on my broadcast?” Alastors voice spoke in a completely different tone with your husband, a hint of conceit laced with his words; vastly different to the flirtatious and charming presence he held for you.

Your husband scoffed, seemingly brushing off the ordeal that transpired between you and his guest just seconds ago. You knew it was due to the fact that Alastor had placed attention onto him, and oh did your husband love to talk about himself. “Of course I have quite the home and wife, I worked hard for it.” You mentally rolled your eyes. That man didn’t work hard for shit. He was born into generational wealth; had his life laid out before him on a silver platter, one that allowed him to establish the businesses that kept him in his own current wealth. He didn’t even work hard for your hand in marriage either. He just bought you.

“But businesses require promotional content regardless, and radio is such a popular media. It would’ve been ridiculous of me to reject your generous offer when you approached me.”

Well, that was unexpected. You gazed upon Alastor’s side profile as his eyes twitched in a way that suggested he didn’t like that little spill of information; that it was Alastor that had offered advertisement to your husband. And as quick as that expression came, it disappeared. You wouldn’t be surprised if Vincent had missed it. “Well of course I’d ask! Business is business; it’s what brings in the station's revenue. And it's quite telling how much you need it. So of course I’d offer you some charity work instead of another establishment!” Alastor spoke astutely in response. His words were laced with a sense of cockiness that were tenfold to what your husband initially spouted.

As Vincent's eye twitched, he responded. “Of course, your charity knows no bounds!” It brought a tug of a smirk to your lips as you watched him suck up, but ensuring he didn’t notice your face mock him in the process, you turned more so towards Alastor, watching his smile turn a tad more arrogant. You wondered if he got off on this; making people feel pathetic and small. Ironically, Alastor was belittling your husband, just as Vincent belittled you. Albeit in a vastly different fashion, but belittling still the same. It brought a smile to your face, seeing Vincent be the one having to suck up. To pretend to be perfect. Even if it was for his own greed and not for his life. It made you feel a sense of restitution. In a way.

Hiding his scowl, Vincent approached you, tensing all the muscles in your body. He slotted himself beside you, with Alastor watching his every move with a glunch in his expression. Your husband wrapped his hand around your back; gripping the crevice of your waist with such a force that it pinched your skin through the fabric of your dress. Yet you didn’t flinch. Stilling your body, you halted the smile that sheltered your face, refusing to allow any indication that your husband was inflicting pain on you to show.

You didn’t miss how Alastors gaze turned slightly dark as you noticed him staring right where your husband's hand connected to your waist. In an attempt to change the subject, and the growing negative aura in the room, you spoke up. “By the way dear, food is ready. It just needs plating.”

Vincent huffed, almost dismissively; like he was annoyed you had the gall to speak in the first place. Yet he loosened his grip on you, only to lower it to the small of your back. “Why don’t you go plate it up for us whilst I give our guest here a tour, doll?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, ol’ chap!” Alastor chirped up immediately with a tone of deride, almost as if he was offended that your husband was attempting to force your company away from him. “How awfully stereotypical, making such a lovely dame fix up the gentlemans plate; I won’t have it, not in my presence!” He waved his hand dismissively as he took a step towards you, linking your arm through his, practically tearing you away from your husband before flashing a smile his way. “Why don’t you challenge the norm and plate the food whilst your wife gives me a tour, hmm?”

No. You wanted to object. But your voice stilled in your larynx as you felt a sensation of protection and possessiveness from the stranger who was Alastor. The want to say no was still present despite it, and the want to push this man away from you only increased. Not in disgust, but to protect yourself. It was terrifying; imagining the outcome that was to transpire later, and Alastor seemed to continue taking actions in making it all the more worse for you.

Besides, you needed to plate the food. Vincent was sure to fuck it up, even if it was on accident. You knew he would give you a way smaller portion than you would’ve given yourself and you didn’t want food being ruined. Especially so since you hadn’t eaten in almost two days now. Biting your lip, you remembered that you also needed to make sure only Alastor and Vincent received the venison; there wasn’t enough for all of you after all.

You could feel Vincent’s rage as he watched Alastor pull you in ever so slightly. You needed to alleviate this situation, even if you oddly enjoyed the strange affection that Alastor was bestowing onto you. Craning your neck to look at Alastor, which was quite the task considering how he towered over your frame. You watched him turn his attention towards you, his expression shifted into a more peaceful stance as your eyes connected. “I appreciate your proposal Alastor, but you know how men can be in the kitchen,” You laughed almost awkwardly before continuing. You knew insulting your husband, insinuating he was a bad cook -which he was- would only get you in trouble. But you dreaded the reaction that was to unfold once Alastor had left, and you needed to get away from the radio host, to lessen the repercussions that were due later. “Besides, I’d much prefer to fix dinner for us, it’ll only take a moment, and I’m sure you and Vincent have much to discuss.”

Before you could pull yourself away from Alastor, he unlinked his arm from yours, only to wrap it around your shoulder. You squeaked ever so slightly; only enough for him to hear it as he gripped his fingers in your upper arm gently. “Nothing that can’t be discussed over dinner my darling!” He chuckled softly before pulling you in to the point where your sides met. “Besides, I’m a man and I’m quite the chef; how about I assist you in the kitchen my dear? I can’t fathom a woman such as yourself slaving away for the likes of me! My mother taught me better than that!” He rambled before you felt him playing with tufts of your hair behind your back; discreetly from Vincent's scrutinising gaze.

What the hell was this man thinking? Why did he think he had any right to touch you so much? Regardless of how much you may of enjoyed being touched so softly by rough yet silked hands that offered you a touch of kindness, you didn’t want to piss off your husband. Pulling away rather quickly, Alastor didn’t attempt to pull you back, clearly sensing your unease. 

You didn’t miss how his smile faltered ever so slightly.

“I’m starting to think you’re here for my wife, Alastor.” Your husband spoke up, attempting to entwine his words in jest, but you sensed his agitation against the fact that another man was putting his hands all over you.

“Well she is quite the charmer, I can’t deny I’m quite enthralled by her.” You couldn’t help but feel flustered from his choice of words. “But try not to get jealous my friend, I am here to get to know my future associate and his wife.” The way he worded his sentence made you believe he was more attuned to getting to know you rather than both of you equally.

But why? It didn’t make sense as to why this eccentric man was treating you this way; with kindness. Every single guest that had ever entered your house had either simply acknowledged your presence before indulging in conversation with Vincent for the rest of the evening, or they wouldn’t stop staring at you with a lustful gaze whilst complimenting Vincent on wedding you.

Why was Alastor doing this? What was his motive?

Taking you away from your thoughts, Alastor offered you his hand yet again. Turning your gaze toward Vincent, your husband seemed conflicted. You could tell by his facial expression that he didn’t want you near Alastor, but he needed you to be. You knew he would use you now; to soften Alastor up so he could get some sort of advantage over him with this proposition of promotion. With a slight nod of his head, he gave you permission to hold Alastor’s hand. 

You didn’t know how to feel about that.

“Now, let's see ourselves to the kitchen, darling.” Threading his fingers through yours, he turned to face Vincent before opening his mouth again. “Why don’t you grab some wine from the cellar whilst we busy ourselves?” Alarm bells immediately triggered in your mind. How the fuck did Alastor know you had alcohol stashed away? And how did he know where it was?

Refusing to voice your concerns in front of your husband, you held back to see if he had picked up on Alastor’s words. Instead, he just falsely smiled, eyebrows furrowing in subtle frustration before stating that he’d be back in a moment. You had thought your husband would not be as inattentive as he just showcased.

As soon as your husband left the room, you spoke softly, enough so that your husband couldn’t hear. “How did you know where the wine was?” It was hard to mask the anxiety in your question, and it felt as though Alastor was consuming your whole field of view as his smile twitched at your question.

“We’re in the prohibition era my darling, everyone, especially well off folks like yourselves have alcoholic beverages hidden within their cellars. Just an easy guess is all.” He whispered. You tried to believe his words, but the way he knew so confidently where it was had you second guessing. Yet, when the man before you beamed a flashy smile at you, you believed him. Was he being truthful? You couldn’t tell.

Pulling you towards him from your intertwined hands, he slowly lowered his face, forcing his back to bend to level against your smaller frame. “Now, why don’t you whisk me away to your kitchen so we can finally eat, my darling?” He almost purred the term of endearment, causing an oddly pleasant sensation to cascade through you. Slowly nodding, you turned around, guiding Alastor along with you as you led him to the kitchen. 

Once you both entered, Alastor dramatically breathed in before letting out a dreamy sigh. “What have you made, my darling? It smells like a delicacy!” You felt your body heat up yet again from his charming way of words.

“You’re too kind!” You smiled. “I made jambalaya; I know it’s not a sophisticated dish but-” Your lips halted into a close as Alastor patted his finger against your lips.

“Darling, don’t ever disparage jambalaya in front of me again! It’s a wonderful dish, one of my favourites in fact!” Ah. So that’s why Vincent was so hellbent on you making it; he wanted to butter Alastor up. Looking up at him, his closed smile turned into a toothed one as his finger swiped over the skin of your bottom lip. 

Flinching away, worried that Vincent would walk in and catch Alastor overstepping his bounds again with touching you, you attempted to derive his attention. “Well, let’s plate this food, I do hope you enjoy it, Alastor.” You walked towards the glassed cabinet, grabbing three sets of bowls, placing each individual bowl in their respective plates.

“Oh I’m sure I will, ma chérie" You jumped as his voice whispered directly into your ear behind you. You weren’t expecting him to be that close to you. Why was he this close to you? “It smells as good as my mother made it! Although hers had a kick in it that’ll send you straight into the afterlife!” He laughed heartily before switching his position to be situated next to you instead of behind.

You chuckled along with him. “Sorry, mine won’t be as spicy; Vincent tends to spit out anything that has more than a gram of spice.”

“What a shame.” He shook his head before taking two bowls away from you and placing them next to the stove. “You’ll have to invite me over sometime so I can show you how glorious a well spiced jambalaya can be my darling!” 

That sounded nice. Despite how handsy Alastor was, he was a very pleasant man. A huge contrast against your husband. Looking at the man, you took in how he seemed to be a complete opposite when comparing him to Vincent. To the contrast of his skin to the soft touch he displayed, he seemed like a refined gentleman; one that you hoped didn't hold the same sexist views as your husband. But alas, Vincent would never allow you to have your own guest over.

Stumped at the root before anything can bloom.

“I’d like that.” You smiled. Despite knowing you were only leading him on by insinuating it would happen, you truly meant it. Alastor was a breath of fresh air; air that seemed to put a barrier between you and your husband, and it felt freeing. Liberating, almost. Moving toward Alastor with the third bowl, you stood next to him as you lifted the lid off the pot; steam transient as it fluctuated. 

You heard Alastor shift next to you as you asked him to grab the cutlery, pointing towards the drawer where they were held whilst you filled the bowls with food; you needed to put all the venison in his and your husbands bowls without it looking weird. But as you finished completing your task you heard Alastor comment on the food.

“Is a child eating here tonight?” You turned around to face him, not expecting him to be bent down, face obscenely close. You raised your eyebrow as he looked towards the bowls.

Gazing upon the bowls you grimaced as you realised how empty your bowl looked compared to the other two. “I just don’t need to eat as much.” You quickly stated. “Got to keep my figure and all.” You patted your hips, trying to play it off as a joke, hoping he’d just accept your answer and leave it alone. But you would slowly learn that Alastor didn’t like to leave certain things alone.

“Are you impartial to venison too?”

No, you weren’t. You enjoyed it in fact. But Alastor didn’t need to know that; didn’t need to learn the details of your life. You’d never see him again anyway. Lying to him wouldn’t be an issue. “Oh, I’m not a huge fan of red meat, so it would only be wasted on me.” 

His expression implied he didn’t believe you; as if he knew you were lying straight through your teeth. You didn’t like how it made you feel bad, lying straight to his face, and it made you feel even worse when he looked at you like that. But it was what you had to do.

To protect yourself. 

Before Alastor could respond to you, Vincent entered the kitchen. You had forgotten, if only for a minute, how oppressive the air became when he lingered around you. With wine in his hand, he set the glassed bottle onto the dining table, and you immediately took a step back from Alastor; picking up the bowls before settling them in their respective places.

Being the observant woman you had to be due to your husband being such vile filth, it became increasingly obvious throughout the meal that when Alastor spoke, there was a subtle difference in the tone of his voice when he addressed you versus your husband. When he focused his attention on you, he vocalised his words in such alluration, and dare you say, seductively. His almost black eyes, you were sure, lit up ever so slightly with that yellow tint you noticed when he first arrived. And oh how contrasting that was when he conversed with Vincent. It was always in a conservative manner; business-like, almost appearing disinterested. And if the tenuous twitch of his eyebrow told you anything, you were certain that Alastor did not like your husband.

So why was he involving himself with your husband? What on earth was Alastors motive? Why would he bother dealing with Vincent if he did not like him?

As Vincent began to talk about his ridiculous advertisement, you glared down at your almost empty bowl, feeling agitated. Angry, even; that you had to eat so little when you were the one that made the fucking dish your greedy little maggot of a husband was hoarding to himself. But Vincent would be choleric if you ever thought you deserved the same amount of food he had. He’d call you a fat pig for doing such a thing. Sometimes you wished you had the backbone to say even half of the vile words he spouted at you; fantasised about disobeying him, eating whatever you wanted, going out wherever you wanted. Ultimately if it were up to you, you wouldn’t be with the sorry excuse of a man to begin with.

You’d be with someone like Alastor.

Gripping your fork a bit tighter you looked toward the man who intruded your thoughts. Such a thought you couldn’t believe entered your mind. It was strange, but you decided yes. If it were up to you, you’d think you would have a content and happy life if you were able to live it with someone as soft handed as Alastor.

Not being able to take your gaze off of him, he turned his gaze towards you; as if he had sensed you staring at him. His mouth moved, but you didn’t hear any words reverberate from him. Looking at your husband as you slowly began to zone in, he gave you a look. One that told you you were fucking things up. “I apologise Alastor, I didn’t quite hear you.” You spoke softly, placing your hands on your thighs.

“It’s quite alright, darling. I was asking if you’d like to come with your husband to my broadcasting station next Friday.” You pieced together that Vincent would most likely be advertising his business during the upcoming visit. Taking a quick glance at your husband you could tell just from the look on his face that he was relishing in how inclined Alastor was toward you, and you knew he was going to use this to his advantage. The thought of being used for your husband's business was making you feel sick. It made you feel more like a pawn than anything else.

But you did want to see Alastor again. Regardless of your husband's wishes.

You wanted him to look at you again with those kind eyes, speak to you with those sweet words, touch you with his soft hands.

You knew you could face punishment for accepting, you knew it. But for the first time in a long time, you craved for something -someone- more than you feared being hurt. You wanted a friend. 

Alastor could be your friend.

But before you could respond to the radio host, your husband responded for you. “She’d love to. Wouldn’t you, doll?”

So he was going to use you to get an advantage over Alastor.

“Of course.” You responded.

Alastor could only apprise you about how delighted he was that you would be joining along, and you stayed attentive, hung onto his every word. The want to dissociate wasn’t present when he spoke to you, it was refreshing. Yet that feeling became absent the moment Vincent joined in the conversation, forcing you to tune in and out; only becoming attentive when Alastor spoke to you. Luckily for you, your husband wasn’t interested in conversing with you. Not one bit. 

It was nice; having his attention off of you.

As you slowly progressed your way out of dissociation, and began partaking ever so slightly in the conversation with Alastor, the evening grew into night, and Vincent began hinting at the time, offering to take Alastor home. 

A moment you didn’t want to happen.

Reality kicked in. You didn’t want Alastor to leave. You were scared. Frightened, in fact. You weren't ready to face what your husband had in store for you, and you probably never would be. You chewed on the inners of your gums as you attempted to stop anxiety that pulsed through your veins; to stop your brain from imaging what was about to happen.

You knew from the events that transpired earlier on in the evening would leave him in a sour mood, and you didn’t know if he would brush it off, or if he would take it out on you instead.

As Alastor declined his offer, stating that he would make his own way home, he stood in front of you.

You didn’t recall making your way back at the doorway; you didn’t even recall finishing your food.

His eyes, almost black, observed you, glittering with an emotion you failed to make out. “I’ll see you soon, darling.” He voiced before leaving your house.

The evening seemed to end too fast. How did time go so quickly?

You wanted to scream, beg for help. Ask him to take you away from the man who drenched you in a constant state of fear. But your voice stilled, as did your expression. Only bidding him farewell as you watched the walking animation of him cease from your visibility.

Your husband locked the front door.

You were pathetic. Stupid in fact. Why were you deluding yourself into thinking Alastor could- or would protect you? If anything he caused you more harm than good due to his lingering touches and flirtatious attitude.

He was a man after all. He would only bring you misery. And that misery was what you had to currently face.

Looking toward your husband, his eyes were already pinpointed on you, and before you could even coherent a word of an apology, your vision blurred as you fell to the floor. You gripped your cheek as a sharp stinging sensation began to irritate your skin. He had hit you.

You weren't surprised.

Gripping one hand against the wood of the floorboards whilst holding your cheek with the other, Vincent threaded his fingers into your hair, yanking you up so you rested on your knees before he dragged you towards the sofa in the parlour. You yelped, wanting to scream, but the hyperventilation that mixed with your tears only forced you to let out sobs instead. 

Throwing you against the sofa, Vincent crouched in front of you, gripping your cheeks to force you to look into his eyes. “You’re just a flat tired whore aren’t you? Dressing up like this.” He punched you in the stomach, making you heave. You wanted to scream; he was the one who told you to wear the damn dress in the first place. “Let that smiling cunt touch you all over, letting him kiss your fucking hand.” He gripped your temples before bashing the back of your skull against the floor. Your vision vertigo as you heard him continue. “Do you want him to fuck you?”

“No-” Another punch. “I don’t-” Another. “Stop!” You begged, pleaded, but he kept sending a barrage of harsh attacks against you, on your arms, on your legs, on your stomach; but after that first initial hit, he gave mercy to the skin that covered the facial features of your head.

Before he tore himself off you, he ripped the top of your dress in two. You stopped yourself from covering yourself as the cold air prickled your skin; you knew better than to hide your form from Vincent. 

He would only make this worse on you if you did. 

As he took a seat on the sofa, letting out huffs of breath in process, he began to unbutton his dress shirt. “You’re going to get your fucking ass here within the next ten seconds, and if my cock isn’t in your fucking mouth by then,” His face glared at you in craze. “I’m going to kill you.” Quickly, you stood on your feet, not taking his threat lightly. Stumbling over yourself, you made your way towards him. Landing on your knees, you quickly unbuttoned his trousers as you began your process of dissociation. 

Closing your eyes you began to pretend, pretend that what was happening wasn’t happening.

That you were doing the activity with someone you actually loved. 

Just another faceless person.

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[narcissarina]

Distanceજ⁀➴

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚎 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍.

“Leon?” chat sent.

No messages, it was just delivered. Maybe he's busy.

—Chat sent a minute ago—

“Hey, love. It's me again, I wrote you a letter today and I plan on piling them up so when we finally closed the distance, I could give them to you!” chat sent.

Still no replies, your messages were on delivered but you are positive that he's in a mission. He did tell you beforehand, yet you insist on spamming his dm because it gives you comfort.

Looking back, still no reply. A mission does take a week or a month to finish but you couldn't help but worry and feel a little insecure without his assurance.

You were going to send him another message, “Hey Leon...” your finger froze and continue, “I miss you already, text me back okay?”

Chat sent

—Chat sent an hour ago—

Going hom to an empty house, to an empty phone and empty inbox—no response. It made you overthink, insecure and feel a painful ache in your chest, but writing your feelings down and saying your day to his dm does help, right?

“It's me again, everything just hurts, my love:(” chat sent

“Hey baby! I wrote 5 pages of letter for you, will pack a box for the things I write for you♡”

“Had a rough day from work, wish you were here nor we could call. I miss you so fucking much...”

“I wanna recall many memories with you, Leon. And yet, I couldn't recall the last time we kissed:(”

“baby, are you still there?”

“I miss you, sorry if I'm annoying.”

—Chats were sent 3 days ago—

Coming home from work as usual, leaving you extra tired, depressed and sad. Eyes were puffy from all the crying last night, still no messages from him. Must be hard for two souls bound to be in love with a distance between them.

“Baby, my heart aches, but I want you to know that I'm still longing for you, please be safe.” chat sent

You lump down on your bed, hot liquids starts to form at the back of your eyes as you cry out again. It was a tiring long day and Leon would be the first one hearing your whines and complains you tell about.

But you can't.

And you fell asleep, face down to your pillow and the plush (that looks like him) that he got for you on your side, as you suddenly awoke from your sleep. Phone vibrating as you choke a sob out, throat dry and eyes puffy.

You check your notifications, it was Leon.

Holding back your cries as you read his messages.

“Hey, princess. Sorry for responding so late. I appreciate you spamming my inbox, it made my day to see you speak about your day:)”

“don't worry about it, sweetheart. I'm here now, now what kind of stories will you be sharing hm?”

“I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you okay? I miss you too, baby. So fucking much that I'll lose my mind”

“my baby's very pretty and mine only, don't want your pretty little head be filled with those thoughts. I'm here and you can talk it out with me, what your feeling right now is completely valid:) I love you.”

“You're not annoying. I love you.”

Crying to his messages, no matter how late he is—you are glad that he is well and still the same man you fallen in love with, you read his text as he constantly assures you and replies to every messages you sent to him. Small things matter.

One message did caught you off guard, it was just sent two seconds ago: “open your door, baby. I'm here.”

You didn't believe that, he must be tired from being an agent but you try to humor him and went to your door—although you do feel a bit nervous, when was the last time you two saw each other? Six years ago, that's for sure.

Your door slowly creaks as you open it, eyes wide open and tears spilled out from your eyes as he was standing before you—bouquet of flowers in hand with your favorite chocolate and a big teddy bear beside him, “suprise, happy anniversary.” he spoke in a tired tone and lean down to kiss you and give you his gifts.

You cried, being a sobbing mess you were already are—you place his gifts nearby and jump into his arms, feeling his warmth and skin to yours.

He got inside your apartment, it was a mess and Leon lie down in your bed and you on top of him, refusing to let go. “My baby koala.” He chuckles and kisses your temple, you kept muttering your i love yous to him and spilling tears to his shirt.

“You can stop crying now.” he mutter, sitting up with you in his hand as he felt you clench your hands to his shirt—refusing to let go, you shake your head in response as you stick yourself like a glue to him.

He chuckles and let you have your way, staying like that for a few hours as he finally spoke, “I have a proposal.” he pauses, watching you twitch as your reaction, you hum to him and nuzzle closer.

“Let's live together from now on.”

[sunsetsandsunshine]

Hey!! For your next fic could you do Leo and Mikey angst

It came be 2012, MM or rise

~ 𝚈𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 ~

💙🐢🧡 𝙵𝚒𝚌 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢: @tmntalways 💙🐢🧡

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙷𝚒, 𝚃𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍!!! 𝙸 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚋𝚛𝚘 ☹️💔…𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚃𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 💖💕💘💞🩷!!! 𝙰𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚝 𝙸’𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 😅👍🏾! 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚍— 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 🫠…˚*• ̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*＊·̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙷𝚞𝚛𝚝/𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟹,𝟸𝟾𝟾

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 🐢🧡

𝙻𝚎𝚛: 𝙻𝚎𝚘 🐢💙

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢’𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐…𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍…𝚞𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍, 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎…𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 '𝚞𝚗'. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕? 𝙷𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢…

𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚜: @shut-up-jo @someone1348 @saturnzskyzz

@savemeafruitjuice @rice-cake-teen10 @mistyandsnow

@skyloladoodles @itzsana-kiddingmenow @titters-and-tingles

(𝙰/𝙽: 𝚂𝚠𝚒𝚖𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝…𝚋𝚞𝚝 *𝙰𝙷𝙴𝙼* 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢: 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚢! 𝚃*𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔/𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸!!!)

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚂𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚔!!!

𝚁𝙴𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁: 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝙰𝙳𝙷𝙳 𝚊𝚗𝚍/𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌!!! 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 ☺️💞💗💓💕

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 🕺🏾✨💞🎶˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

Mikey couldn’t do anything right now. Like…anything.

Well…perhaps he was being a bit too dramatic. He was breathing. And he was fidgeting with his squishy cube. So saying he wasn’t doing 'anything' wasn’t entirely true.

Right now he just…couldn’t do anything…productive. 

For example, the box turtle tried making his favorite dishes and deserts! But that endeavor just ended up being a huge mess in the kitchen…and leaving the youngest turtle with a bunch of unappetizing food. 

Which he fed all to Raph by the way. 

Some would call that choice of action cruel but Mikey would just call it 'using his resources'. 

Besides, it’s not like the eldest minded at all. He said, and I quote: 'It has a nice…crunchy feeling to it. Did you put some of Don’s inventions in this?'

Which honestly got a couple of chuckles out of the smallest turtle teen of the bunch.

Then, Mikey tried skateboarding! But for once in all his 14 years of living…it was just utterly boring. 

And after all of that nonsense, Mikey then finally tried reading a comic…but he was too unfocused to even get to the second page…

But what was really new? Mikey could never focus on jackshit even if said jackshit hit him right in the shell. 

His brothers and sister would always have to remind him to stay focused or 'not do this' or 'not do that'.

For example, a couple days ago Donnie had to kindly remind the box turtle (well…as kindly as Donnie could be anyway…) to brush his teeth.

To. Brush. His. Fucking. Teeth. 

And honestly? Having to be reminded to do that was really embarrassing. And the orange banded teen knew his brother didn’t mean to humiliate him internally…but…yeah.

And it’s not like the softshell was wrong either! The youngest turtle just couldn’t freaking accept that he himself couldn’t do such a simple task in the morning. 

But literally every task he completely fails to do is just utterly simple ones!

Like cleaning his room or not forgetting things or even keeping track of time! 

…And the sad part about all of it was Mikey just honestly could not understand how his family haven’t gotten sick of his annoying tendencies…

And let’s be for real here…that was basically all of his tendencies. 

The box turtle groaned loudly in his room, slamming his whole body on his bed as he screamed into his pillow. 

There had to be something he could do instead of just wallowing in his own self pity…

And one of those options could not consist of bothering his family with his random bad mood. They had to put up with him 24/7…the least he could do was give them some space.

The youngest then glanced at his drawing notebook hopefully…

…One little sketch of something random wouldn’t hurt, right?

The amber eyed teen reached for his notebook, grabbing a pen from his drawer as he started to sketch his desk because why the absolute fuck not? Based on the objects he’s drawn in the past…sketching a simple desk should and will be easy, right? Right. 

That was until the orange banded teen’s pencil tip broke. But it was fine! He could just re-sharpen it, right? Right.

That was until the youngest realized he had absolutely no clue where his sharpener was due to the fact his room looked like a pig stie. And there was no way he was looking for it in…that whole situation. 

…The situation he created in the first place. 

Michelangelo layed on his bed with his face staring at the ceiling in frustration, he ran his fingernails along his arms, not making really deep cuts with them but going deep enough for it to hurt a bit.

Like a reasonable turtle would, Mikey should probably get one of his stress toys…or better yet, another pencil!

But let’s be for real here…he’d most likely find a way to fuck that up too.

Suddenly, there was a small, quiet knock on Mikey’s door but…in all honesty? He just wanted to crawl into his shell and sob for the next hour and a half. Letting out a niiiiice and quick 'come in' would take way too much energy. 

The box turtle let out a soft grunt, letting whoever was on the other side know it was a-okay to come in.

Abruptly, Leo peeked in the room, a wide smile plastered on his face as he closed the door, “Damn, Mikester…it looks like every single natural disaster went through your room…”

“I’m cleaning it.” The youngest grumbled to his brother.

“Really? You sure about that, little bro? Because if my memory serves me correct (which it in-fact does), you said that last week. And the week before that…and the week before—“

“I SAID I’M FUCKING CLEANING IT!!!” The orange banded turtle snapped, sitting up on the bed to glare at his immediate older brother before slowly realizing what he just did. 

The youngest’s heart dropped as he looked away from his brother. The orange banded mutant’s eyed widened as silent and small tears ran down his face. He covered his mouth as his other hand turned to a fist, his nails unforgivingly digging into his palm.

“I-I’m sorry…I’m s-sorry…I-I’m so s-sorry…!” He started, rocking himself back and forth before stopping as he was met with a warm embrace. Leonardo hugged him gently but firmly, rubbing the other’s shell in a comforting hold. “Woah woah…! Bud, you have nothing to apologize for…” The slightly older teen said as he rested his chin on the top of his baby brother’s head.

“L-Like h-hell I don’t. I-I just screamed a-at y-you for no reason…” Michelangelo wobbly said. “You were just trying to lighten the mood but I just had to make everything harder like I-I always do…!” 

“Mikey—”

“I-I always do this. I-I’m so f-fucking s-sorry Leo…”

“Mikester…I-I appreciate the apology but it seriously isn’t necessary—”

“You’re probably so sick of me and so angry at me. I-I’m sorry I just—”

“Mikey!” Leo gently yelled to get the other’s attention, squeezing the smaller turtle’s hands as he stared straight at him with pleading eyes. “Do I look mad?”

“…N-No.”

“Do I sound mad?”

“…No.” 

The second youngest sadly smiled, “So what are you apologizing for, hm?”

“…I-I…dunno…I-I just…I just felt I needed to apologize…” The box turtle mumbled as he looked at his hands. The blue banded turtle sighed, slowly getting out of the hug so him and his little brother faced each other. The slider rubbed the other turtle’s palm with his thumb comfortingly, “…Do you wanna talk about it, baby bro?”

The leader in blue was just met with silence…which he could honestly work with.

“Angelo…you know you can tell me…anything, right? Like…anything. Although, it doesn’t have to be me you talk to about it. It could be Raph or Don or April or even Dad or Draxum! I just…don’t want you sitting here and bottling up the way you feel…” 

Silence. Leo continued.

“You’re always there when we need you, Angel. Whether it’s to vent or to just ramble about shit, you’re just…always there. We don’t tell you this enough but we appreciate you always being someone we can lean on…”

Silence. Leo continued.

“But…you do know you can lean on us too, right? Comfort goes both ways and I can see you’re hurting, buddy. So please…if you need to talk to me…I’m right here.”

Mikey sniffled, squeezing Leo’s hand, “I-I d-dunno. Today is just…weird. This whole week has just been…weird.” Leo nodded, giving his brother his full undivided attention, “How so?”

“I just…haven’t been able to do anything…” The smaller teen admitted.

“What do you mean?” The taller teen inquired. 

“I haven’t been able to do…anything. Like, I can’t draw, cook or even skateboard! Me!!! Not being able to skateboard— isn’t that crazy?!” The amber eyed turtle laughed bitterly.

“And it’s not like I can’t do it. I’m perfectly freaking capable of doing it in the right amount of time I want but my brain just. won’t. let. me!” 

“I keep procrastinating and not doing the stuff I want to do and I have no idea why! I’m tired of just putting things off and being this way! I want to do things without having to ask you guys for help or to remind me or to relate it with a hyperfixation that I have!” Mikey hiccuped, a new wave of tears rolling down his face as his hands shook. 

The amber eyed teen sniffled, refusing to look at his immediate older brother at all right now because…holy shit he just overshared a whole lot…

Like…a whoooooooooole freaking lot.

“…That sounds like you.” Leonardo shrugged. 

In a state of just shock and confusion, the box turtle pulled his hands away from his brother, looking up at him as lime green eyes met amber ones. “I…what…?” Michelangelo murmured.

“I said that sounds like you.” Leo said again casually as Mikey glared at him, “Yeah. I heard what you said but that isn’t helpful.”

“I’m just being honest with you, Mikester.” Leo said, “Just…let me explain, okay?”

“…You have five minutes before I kick you out of my room.” 

“Deal.” The lime green eyed mutant commented, “You can’t draw, cook or skateboard right now. You’re procrastinating and not doing the stuff you want to do in the time you planned…is that correct?” 

Michelangelo sent deathly daggers to his brother— which the other wasn’t phased by at all. This time was probably the best time to crawl in his own shell and just sob his eyes out because what kind of dumbass question was his dumbass brother asking him?!

“…Yes.” The orange banded teen mumbled. 

“And…why are those bad things?” 

“WHY?!” The box turtle huffed out a laugh of annoyance, “Pfft— you’re asking me why. Maybe it’s because it’s annoying?! Maybe because it’s frustrating to deal with and I don’t want to burden you guys with my problems?! Maybe because I don’t want to fucking feel or be this way?!” The youngest shouted, breathing heavily as he finished his rant. 

The box turtle looked away again, silently cursing at himself for getting annoyed so easily. “Mikey.” Leo started again, “Your being too hard on yourself, okay? No one is expecting you to be at your 100% all the time.” 

“What you just described to me; you being able to not focus or you getting bored easily or procrastinating with stuff is…literally you. You’re just being you.” The slider explained as he held his baby brother’s hand in his. “And I get it. It’s hard to deal with it sometimes and it’s going to be hella frustrating. Like…super borderline frustrating. But you can’t shun them away and just…try to ignore them, bubs…”

“Let’s take moi for example. I’m impulsive, I talk loud and lose things daily. Those three things don’t make up my whole personality but it would be super weird and off-putting if I just…didn’t do or have those three things, right?” 

The youngest giggled wetly, “Yeah…it would. A-And by the way, I’m still waiting for you to find that glittery pen kit I gave you…”

Leonardo groaned loudly and dramatically, causing the other teen to giggle louder, “I’m looking for it, okay?! It’s in my room…somewhere.” The taller mutant mused, “But anyways…back to you. You procrastinate, you relate things to your hyperfixations and you can’t do some of your favorite tasks from time to time…those are some traits that make up you, is it not?” 

Mikey sniffled, rolling his eyes playfully due to the fact he knew damn well where this was going, “Yeah…” 

Leo smiled softly, seeing his younger brother was starting to get his point, “I wouldn’t change a single thing about you, okay? I know sometimes it’s hard to deal with the things you described but you have us for that.” He said as his smile turned to a grin. 

“You can come to me— to us— anytime. We love you for who you are…your flaws and all and we just…I-I need you to know that we love you so so much—!” The slider was cut off by a sudden abrupt embrace from the box turtle. The orange banded teen sobbed into the other’s shoulder, clutching the taller turtle like a lifeline. 

“T-Thank you…” The box turtle wobbly said through tears.  

“Of course, Angel.” Leo said as he hugged his baby brother back, “I love you.” He said as he kissed the other teen on the head.

“I-I l-love you too…”

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“Tell your thoughts to shut up.” Leo said as he lightly poked Mikey in the forehead numerous times. The two were sitting on the box turtle’s bed just simply…relaxing and enjoying each other’s company. Michelangelo was sitting in between his older brother’s legs as he had his shell to his brother’s plastron.

Leonardo hugged his brother protectively, resting his chin on the top of the box turtle’s head. “What do you mean?” The youngest giggled out. “I can hear your thoughts, man. You’re not bothering me or disturbing me in any way, shape or form, alright…?” 

The amber eyed turtle nodded, squeezing Leo’s hand, “Y-Yeah…I know...” 

“I’m choosing to be here because I love you. I don’t feel obligated to be here, okay? You’re not annoying and you, neither your problems are a burden…okay?” The slider said reassuringly, “It’s okay to ask us for help…and we don’t mind reminding you to do things…okay?” 

“You’ve said ‘okay’ like, fifty times…”

“Mikey.” 

“Mhm…yeah yeah…I gotcha…”

The elder looked at his brother skeptically, resting his chin on his little brother’s shoulder so they made solid eye contact, “I want you to say it.” 

“…Say what exactly?”

“I want you to say that you are an amazing person and you don’t need to change a single thing about yourself.” 

“You are an amazing person and you don’t need to change a single thing about yourself.” Michelangelo grinned smugly. Leonardo glared at the youngest’s interpretation to his statement, “Mikey, you know exactly what I meant.” 

“I said what you wanted me to say…so…” The amber eyed teen trailed off.

“Michelangelo.” The slider said in a warning tone as he poked the other’s side. The box turtle squeaked at the unexpected touch, trying to stop his immediate older brother from doing it again but his brother had a strong but gentle grip on him…

Then the smallest turtle came to recognition that he was stuck in a potential tickle hug with no way out…

…How wonderful. 

“L-Leeheeo…doohoo nahat.” The orange banded mutant warned through his giggles, said warning not seeming too threatening due to the fact he was already laughing up a storm. The leader in blue raised a brow, poking the other’s side repeatedly, “I just want you to repeat what I said…in the first person.” The taller teen specified.

The smaller turtle squirmed in the hug, small frantic giggles pouring out of his mouth. This…really wasn’t how he was expecting his day to go. Just about an hour ago, he was wallowing in sadness about the stuff he hated about himself, to talking about it with his brother, to now getting tickled by his brother.

…So could he really complain about how things turned out?

…Yes. Yes, he absolutely could.  

“Leeheeon! Plehease dohon’t!” The youngest squealed as one of his brother’s hands hovered over his stomach. Mikey held onto the other’s wrists, trying to stop his elder brother from tickling him but his small attempts ending up to be all for nothing as Leo effortlessly tickled his stomach with one hand.

“LEEHEEHAHAHA!!” Michelangelo laughed wholeheartedly, swatting at his brother’s arms. The lime green eyed turtle cooed at the gesture, now using both of his hands to attack the youngest’s plastron, “D'aww…look at you giggling your head off~! You’re my adorable little bundle of amazingness, aren’t you~?”

The smaller teen shook his head, a faint blush appearing on his face, “STAHA— squeal N-NAHAHA!”

“What~? What was that?” The blue banded mutant asked as he kneaded the box turtle’s hips. “GYAHAH— squeal SHIHIHIT! COHOME OHAHAN!!!” The amber eyed turtle cried frantically as he kicked his legs on the mattress slightly. 

The youngest squealed with laughter, curling in on himself as he slumped in his big brother’s hold. Leonardo just sighed fondly at the action, wrapping the other in another hug as he raspberried his neck. “LEEHEEHEE!! PLAHAH— squeak NAHAHAT THEHERE squeak PLEHEASE PLEHEASE— squeak!!!”

“Not there~?” The elder lightly mocked, “What about…here~?” He mused as he used his hands to scribble all over the younger turtle’s ribs. Mikey cackled, shaking his head to try and at least subside the tickly feelings.

“NAHAHA— squeal AHAHAHA!! NAHAHAT THEHEHERE EHE— squeal EHEHEITHER!!! LEEHEEO!!” The orange banded turtle squeaked as Leo stopped for a second, “I’ve tried sooooo many spots, buddy! How many times are you gonna say not there, hm?”

Mikey genuinely squawked louder than a firefighter siren, squirming so much it looked like he was actually being electrocuted. “PLEHEHAHA LEEHEEO NAHAHAT THEHEHE RIHIHIBS!!!” He cackled. 

“Not the riiiibs~? Why~? Is it because it’s your tickle spot~? Your tickletickletickle spot~? Because you’re ticklish~?” Leonardo asked as he lightly nibbled the crook of Mikey’s neck. 

Michelangelo screamed in laughter, scrunching up his shoulders as he dug his heels on the bed, a couple of his plushies sadly falling on the floor (R.I.P. man…) “EEEHEEHEEP!!! S-STAHAP BEEHEEING MEEHEAN!” Mikey said as he thrashed on the bed. 

The slider said nothing, his hands sneaking up to the box turtle’s underarms. “AAAAHAHAHA! OHO NOHOHO— squeak SHIT! SHIHIHAHAT!”

Happy tears slowly begin to appear in the smallest teen’s eyes, he weakly hit Leo’s arms as a last attempt to be set free, “LEHEHEMME squeal GOHOHOHO!” 

“Ohonly if you sahay it, bubs.” 

“IHIHI— SQUEAK!! LEEHEEHEEON!!!” 

“Yeeeees, baby brother~?” The elder dragged out as he kneaded the other’s hips.

“IHI’LL SAHAY IHIHAT I-IHIHI’LL SAHAHAY IHIT!!” The amber eyed teen squealed. 

“And you promise not to be a sassy little shit about it~?” The older teen asked.

“SQUEAK YEHAHAHA— SQUEAK YEHES YEHES I-I PROHOHOMISE!” 

Leo stopped tickling his little brother, hugging him protectively as the youngest caught his breath slowly but surely. “W-Wahait…whahat squeak wahas ihihat yohou eeheeven wahanted me squeak to sahay again?” 

The taller turtle pondered for a bit, thinking to himself before loudly groaning, “That’s…a good damn question. I don’t really remember exactly what I wanted you to say in the first place…” The lime green eyed turtle sighed, “Forgetfulness at its finest...” 

The red eared slider adjusted himself, making sure the other was comfortable before starting to speak again, “Well…based on what we talked about…could you maybe just…y'know…” Leo gestured with his hands before groaning, “Do you get what I’m trying to say, man?” 

“…I thihink I have ahan idea…” Mikey giggled as he fiddled with his hands, “I shouldn’t beat myself up so much because of some of my traits or quirks. And I’m allowed to feel frustrated and/or upset because things don’t go my way because of them. But…I shouldn’t allow those things to put me down...”

Michelangelo smiled softly, rubbing his palm with his thumb, “They don’t define me as a person but they make me a person. I don’t need to be at my best 100% and I’m allowed to have bad days. And if things get too overwhelming or difficult I can just go to you guys.” 

Mikey hugged himself, letting out a small laugh as his happy tears welled up in his eyes, “I’m just…being me. And there’s nothing wrong with that.” Leonardo teared up at his brother’s words, hugging him tighter than he ever had before and burying his face at the back of the youngest’s head.

“Never forget that, Miguelito…never forget that.” 

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙵𝙸𝙽˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ 

(𝙿.𝚂.: 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!!!)

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𝙰/𝙽: 𝚠𝚘𝚠! 𝙸𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 😭 𝙸 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙳𝙰𝙼𝙽!!!! 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝙸 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢 😔 (𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸'𝚖 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍? 🤷) 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢!

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"what is so funny, Eddie?" Venom asked innocently in Eddie's head.

"Yohohou're tihihickling mehe buddy! Stohohop ihit." Eddie giggled out as he held onto his stomach.

He was peacefully sat at his work desk while finishing up a report for work when he suddenly felt a strong tingly sensation run through his stomach and ribs. Eddie flinched at the sudden feeling, instantly resulting in letting out his contagious giggles.

"Tickling?? We don't know what tickling is!" Venom sounded confused by that word. Eddie, though giggling up a storm, had quickly thought if Venom had ever been this playful on his planet with the rest of his kind.

"We've been playful on our planet before. We assume it's the same thing then?" Venom answered. Of course he'd read his mind right then.

"Yohohou rehead my thohohoughts??!" Eddie blurted out embarrassingly.

Venom chuckled in his head, somehow enlightening even more giggles from the poor man.

"We share the same thoughts, Eddie. I am in your mind."

Eddie face only heated up by that answer. He's always giving the same answers. It should be remembered by now, yet Eddie always asks the same question anyways.

"Cahan't we ahatleast stohop sohoho ihihi can wohohork buhuddy?" Eddie tried to reason with him.

"We believe Eddie needs some cheering up. Work can be done later." is all Venom said before moving even faster.

"OHOHOohoho gohohod- VEHEHE!!" In a fast motion, Eddie was brought to the floor with a violent flinch from the feeling, having him curl up and bang his hand on the floor.

Both of them knew he was not going to get that repor done that night..

[bay-sil]

Yandere jock

𝙹𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚅𝙿 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖. 𝚃𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚜, 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚢𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝙷𝚎 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚐𝚞𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝚂𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜.

𝙰𝚜 𝙹𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜. 𝙰 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚓𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚙𝚜. 𝙰𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚐𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚜. 𝙰𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎. 𝙰 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚒𝚛. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚙, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚛 "𝙹𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚗?" 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 "𝙹𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚗!?" 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘-𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 "𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗, 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝟻" 𝙹𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚜. 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛?

𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙹𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚒𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖. 𝙷𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗, 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙𝚜𝚎𝚝?

𝙼𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 "𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚔?" 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙷𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛 "𝙾𝚑 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚑, 𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍" 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 "𝙾𝚑 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝" 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚢. 𝙷𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝚓𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙰𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚞𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 "𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎?" 𝙷𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚕𝚢 "𝙽𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚗𝚘" 𝙷𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚘𝚔𝚎.

𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎. 𝙵𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚛. 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝙶𝙿𝚂 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 "𝙸'𝚖 𝚈/𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜" 𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 "𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚑! 𝙽𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖, 𝙸'𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚛". 𝙰𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕, 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢. 𝙷𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙸𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚛 "𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝙹𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚗, 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝?" 𝙹𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 "𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚑! 𝚂𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗" 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛, 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚜��𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝.

𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙹𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗.