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They Find Out You're Pregnant: Teen Wolf Boys part one

Summary: How each boy finds out you're pregnant

Words: 4K altogether

warnings: unplanned pregnancy but mostly fluff

As I step into the bedroom, I sense the tension thick in the air, swirling around Stiles like a storm cloud. He’s curled up on the bed, facing away from me, and I can tell he’s not asleep despite the lack of his usual cute little snores. His shoulders rise and fall with a rhythm that betrays a restlessness I’ve come to recognise all too well.

“Sti, baby?” I press, desperation creeping into my voice. I need him to look at me, to see past whatever wall he’s built between us. Cold eyes and a scowl meet my gaze when he finally turns to face me, and it feels like knives piercing my heart.

“Stiles, what did I do?” I press on, desperate for him to look at me, to see those beautiful brown eyes and his cute little nose and his quirky little smile that has me feeling giddy. Instead, I’m met with cold eyes and a scowl as he burrows further into the bed as if he wants to disappear and it breaks my heart. 

“You know what you’ve done, asshole!” His words sting, buried back in the pillow, yet his pain is palpable. It’s then that I realise — he’s found the test. The pregnancy test I took last night, discarded in the bin, not thinking Stiles would see it until I was ready. Dread settles in my stomach as I know what he must think as we haven’t done anything for a few weeks as the full moon happened and now boom, pregnant test. 

“Sti, listen to me.” With resolve, I move closer, needing him to understand. He tries to evade me, but I’m quicker, using my werecoyote strength to turn him onto his back. We wrestle for a few moment, not wanting to make Stiles feel utterly powerless, until the fight in him leaves and I’m straddling his waist, holding his arms down gently but firmly. 

“Mieczyslaw Noah Stilinski,” I use his full name, a last resort to get through to him, and his resistance finally melts away. His tear-filled eyes meet mine, vulnerability shining through the facade of anger. 

“Stiles, baby… Stiles, I’m a coyote,” I start, trying to explain the complexities he may not fully grasp or have thought of. He nods, his expression pained, as if bracing for the worst, “We have heats and ruts. Stiles, that test was mine.” The weight of my words hangs heavy in the air between us. His blush telling me he’s embarrassed, but he’s trying to understand. 

“You’re pregnant?” His voice is quiet, laced with a mixture of hope and disbelief. I just nod, feeling a rush of relief that the truth is finally out. 

“Yes Stiles. I’m pregnant with our child.” I say it plainly letting the enormity of the revelation sink in. His reaction is immediate— he sits up abruptly, catching me off guard with a headbutt that he seems oblivious to in his rush to kiss me.

The kiss is desperate, passionate, a floodgate of emotions breaking open. Stiles’s hands find their way to my waist, pulling me closer as if he's afraid I might disappear. My hands cup his face, fingers trembling slightly with a mix of relief and apprehension. His lips move against mine with a hunger that matches my own, seeking reassurance and connection in the midst of uncertainty. Every touch, every caress speaks volumes—of love, of fear, of hope.

When we finally pull apart, breathless and flushed, our foreheads lean against each other, eyes closed as we try to catch our breath. My fingers thread through his hair, tangling in the messy strands that I’ve come to adore. Stiles’s hands linger on my waist, his touch grounding me in the reality of our shared moment.

The intimacy is interrupted by the sudden creak of the bedroom door opening, a stark reminder of the world outside our bubble of emotions. We break apart reluctantly, turning to see Noah Stilinski standing there, his expression a mix of surprise and concern. His gaze flickers between us, understanding dawning slowly as he takes in the scene before him.

"I... I need to go sit down to wrap my head around this," he says softly, his voice thick with unspoken questions and paternal worry. With a brief nod to us both, he retreats downstairs, leaving Stiles and me staring at each other in a mixture of disbelief and joy.

"Fuck!" Stiles breathes out, a nervous laugh escaping him as he runs a hand through his hair, still trying to process everything. I can’t help but chuckle softly, the tension easing as we share a moment of raw, unfiltered emotion.

Our hands find each other naturally, fingers intertwining as we sit. The weight of what lies ahead hangs heavy in the air, but so does the undeniable bond between us. Stiles turns to me, his eyes searching mine for reassurance, for confirmation that we're in this together.

"Are you okay?" he finally asks, his voice soft yet filled with a myriad of emotions—love, concern, excitement, and a touch of fear.

I squeeze his hand gently, offering him a reassuring smile. "I'm okay. We're okay," I assure him, knowing that while the road ahead won't be easy, we have each other to lean on.

Stiles leans in, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead, a silent promise of his commitment and love. "I love you," he murmurs against my skin, his words a soothing balm to the uncertainties swirling around us.

"I love you too," I reply softly, feeling a surge of warmth and gratitude for the man beside me, the father of our unborn child.

I sit nervously on the edge of Scott's bed, my legs bouncing with restless energy as I clutch onto the small gift box in my lap. Each breath feels strained, the anticipation of his arrival causing my heart to pound relentlessly against my ribs. The room is cloaked in a hushed stillness, broken only by the soft murmur of the night seeping through the open window, casting shadows across the room.

The door creaks open, and Scott steps into the room, his brow furrowing in concern as he takes in my anxious posture. “Baby? What's going on?" His voice is gentle, a beacon of calm in the midst of my swirling emotions as he crosses the room to stand before me.

I inhale deeply, trying to steady my trembling hands as I extend the gift box towards him. "Scott, I... I got you something," I manage to say, my voice wavering with nerves that betray the weight of what lies within.

He accepts the box with a curious tilt of his head, settling beside me on the bed. His fingers trace the edges of the wrapping paper, his expression shifting from curiosity to confusion as he uncovers the smaller box nestled within.

Opening it, his breath catches in his throat as he sees the pregnancy test lying inside. The reality of the situation crashes over us like a tidal wave, and I watch his eyes widen with shock and disbelief.

"Scott, I... I got you something," I manage to say, my voice betraying the turmoil within. He accepts the box with a curious expression, eyebrows quirking as I always call him Scotty not Scott, his fingers careful as he begins to unwrap it.

As he peels back the layers of wrapping paper, confusion clouds his features, replaced by disbelief when he reveals the smaller box inside. His breath catches in his throat as he opens it, revealing the pregnancy test nestled within. The implications hit him like a tidal wave, and I watch as shock ripples through him, his eyes widening with a mix of emotions.

The initial shock gives way to concern, his brows furrowing as he processes the reality before him. A flicker of fear crosses his face, accompanied by a tentative hope that he struggles to grasp amidst the overwhelming news. His gaze shifts from the test to me and back again, searching for words that seem to elude him in the moment.

"Scott," I begin softly, tears welling in my eyes as I reach out to touch his hand, seeking connection in the midst of our shared uncertainty. "I'm pregnant."

The words hang heavy in the air, a palpable silence settling between us as he absorbs the weight of my revelation. His hand tightens around mine, a gesture of both support and seeking solace in the face of the unknown.

"Are you... sure?" he finally manages to ask, his voice a whisper laced with disbelief. He meets my gaze, his eyes filled with a mixture of awe and apprehension, struggling to comprehend the enormity of what lies ahead for us.

I nod slowly, my own voice trembling as I reaffirm, "Yes, Scott. It's yours."

He pulls me into his arms, holding me close as if to anchor himself amidst the whirlwind of emotions crashing over us. His touch is gentle yet firm, a testament to his resolve to face this unexpected turn in our lives together.

"I... I don't know what to say," he admits quietly against my hair, his breath warm against my skin. "But we'll figure this out. Together."

I close my eyes, tears streaming down my cheeks as I cling to him, overwhelmed by a rush of relief and gratitude for his steadfast presence. In that intimate moment, sitting on his bed with the pregnancy test between us, I find solace in the certainty that no matter the challenges ahead, having Scott by my side fills me with a deep sense of hope and determination. 

“I love you so much.”

I stand by the window in Derek's loft, the city lights twinkling in the distance, but my mind is consumed by a different kind of sparkle—a mixture of hope and fear that knots my stomach. The thought had been creeping in lately, a hunch I couldn't shake off, but anxiety held me back from taking the test. What if it wasn't the right time? What if Derek wasn't ready?

Derek enters the room, his presence a comforting solidity in the midst of my swirling thoughts. His sharp gaze locks onto me, sensing my unease despite my attempt at composure.

"Hey," he says softly, his voice a soothing balm that momentarily eases my nerves.

I turn to face him, trying to hide the turmoil beneath a forced smile. "Hi," I reply, my voice catching slightly.

He takes a step closer, concern etched into the lines of his brow. "Are you okay?" he asks, his tone gentle yet probing.

I hesitate, unsure how to voice the uncertainty gnawing at me. "I... I've been feeling off lately," I finally admit, my gaze flickering away from his intense scrutiny.

His expression softens, understanding dawning in his eyes as he pieces together my unspoken words. "You think..." he begins, his voice trailing off as he seems to catch on to the implications.

I nod slowly, unable to meet his gaze as tears well up in my eyes. "I think I might be pregnant," I confess in a hushed tone, the weight of the admission hanging heavy in the air.

Derek's breath catches, his shoulders stiffening imperceptibly before he takes a deep breath, closing the distance between us in a few long strides. He pulls me into his arms, holding me close as if to shield me from the uncertainties swirling around us.

"I had a feeling," he admits quietly against my hair, his voice a mixture of awe and tenderness. "But I didn't want to push you.” 

Relief floods through me at his understanding, his acceptance offering a lifeline in the sea of doubt. "I've been scared," I confess, burying my face against his chest as tears spill over. "Scared of how you'd react.”

Derek's arms tighten around me, his embrace offering reassurance and warmth. "I'm here," he murmurs, his voice a promise. "Whatever happens, we'll face it together.”

In that vulnerable moment, surrounded by Derek's comforting presence, I feel a surge of courage. Slowly, I pull back, meeting his gaze with a tentative smile. "I think I should take the test," I say softly, my voice wavering with a mix of hope and apprehension.

He nods, his expression unwavering as he brushes a stray tear from my cheek. "Let's find out," he agrees, his voice steady. Moments later, we stand in the bathroom, the air thick with anticipation. I take the test, heart hammering in my chest as I wait for the result. When the faint positive line appears, tears of joy and relief spill down my cheeks.

I emerge from the bathroom, the test in trembling hands, and Derek's eyes lock onto mine. Without a word, he crosses the room in quick strides, falling to his knees before me. His hands gently push my shirt up, his lips pressing tender kisses against my barely-there bump.

Emotion swells within me—tension and uncertainty giving way to a rush of overwhelming love and tenderness. Derek's actions speak volumes, his touch a promise of unwavering support and boundless affection.

"I love you," he murmurs against my stomach, his voice reverent and filled with awe. 

Tears blur my vision as I run my fingers through his hair, overwhelmed by the depth of his emotions. "I love you too," I whisper, feeling the weight of our shared journey settling into a tender certainty.

In that intimate moment, surrounded by love and hope, I know that no matter what lies ahead, Derek and I will face it together, our bond strengthened by the miracle growing within me.

I stand in the hallway of Liam's house, clutching the pregnancy test tightly in my hand. The hallway feels strangely quiet, the air heavy with anticipation and nerves. Liam had just returned from a late-night patrol with Scott, and I knew I had to tell him, but the fear of his reaction kept me rooted in place.

The front door creaks open, and Liam steps inside, his exhaustion evident in the lines of his face and the weariness in his movements. His eyes meet mine, concern flickering across his features as he senses my tension.

"Hey, what's going on?" he asks softly, his voice filled with genuine worry as he approaches me.

I take a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest as I hold out the pregnancy test towards him. "Liam, we need to talk," I manage to say, my voice trembling with nerves.

He takes the test from me, confusion clouding his expression as he examines it. Recognition dawns slowly, his eyes widening with shock as he realises what it means. The test falls from his hands, forgotten, as he turns to face me, his mouth opening and closing wordlessly.

"Are... are you serious?" he finally manages to ask, his voice cracking with emotion. His hands tremble slightly as he reaches out to touch my arm, seeking confirmation amidst the whirlwind of thoughts racing through his mind.

I nod slowly, tears welling up in my eyes as I meet his gaze with a mix of fear and hope. "Yes, Liam. I'm pregnant," I admit softly, the weight of the truth hanging heavy in the space between us.

His breath hitches, his eyes never leaving mine as he struggles to process the enormity of the news. "But how...?" he begins, his voice trailing off as he searches for the right words.

“Well, when a man and woman love each other a lot-“ I start to say and he rolls his eyes playfully, punching me in the arm lightly so I continue, joking aside, ”I... I didn't know for sure until now," I explain, tears suddenly welling up in my eyes as I try to convey the intensity of my emotions. "But I had a feeling, and I finally took the test."

Liam wraps his arms around me suddenly, pulling me close as if he's afraid I might slip away. "I... I don't know what to say," he admits against my hair, his voice thick with a mix of disbelief and overwhelming love.

Tears of relief mingle with the uncertainty that still lingers between us, but in that moment, held in Liam's embrace, I know that we'll face whatever comes next together. Our journey into parenthood may be unexpected and filled with challenges, but knowing Liam is by my side fills me with a profound sense of strength and hope for our future.

As we stand there in the hallway, wrapped in each other's arms, I feel a wave of gratitude for the love we share and the new life growing within me—a testament to our bond and the possibilities that lie ahead.

The first rays of dawn peek through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over Isaac's bedroom. I wake slowly, cocooned in warmth and the comforting weight of Isaac's arm draped protectively over me. His steady heartbeat beneath my ear lulls me into a serene half-awake state, where for a fleeting moment, everything feels perfect.

"Morning," Isaac murmurs sleepily, his voice husky with sleep as he brushes his nose across my shoulder before pressing a kiss there, loosening his grip on me so I can roll over and face the surly haired werewolf, feeling at peace and oh so in love.

I smile softly, relishing the tranquility of the moment before reality nudges its way into my consciousness. But, of course, as if on cue, a subtle queasiness stirs in my stomach, a sensation I’ve been experiencing the last few days. Panic flares briefly, but I try to dismiss it, not wanting to disturb the peace between us.

Isaac senses my restlessness, his gaze searching mine with concern. "You okay sweetheart?" he asks gently, his thumb brushing lightly over my cheek.

I nod slightly, swallowing down the rising unease. "Just... feeling a bit off," I admit reluctantly, not wanting to worry him unnecessarily.

But before I can say more, a sudden wave of nausea grips me, and I bolt out of bed with startling urgency, breaking free from Isaac's embrace. "I... I'll be right back," I manage to choke out, mouth watering warningly, my voice strained as I hurriedly make my way to the ensuite bathroom.

Isaac's confusion turns to alarm as he watches me go, the sound of my retching echoing through the closed door. He's by my side in an instant, his concern overriding any sense of personal space as he pushes open the door to find me leaning heavily over the toilet.

"What's wrong?" he asks urgently, his hands hovering anxiously over me as he assesses the situation.

I lean over the toilet, gasping for breath as I struggle to regain my composure. "I don’t know, ive been sic every morning for the last week. I can’t stand certain food anymore… I just want ice cream” I’m suddenly crying, my voice barely audible over the rush of emotions.

Isaac's eyes widen in shock, his hand coming to rest gently on my back as he kneels beside me. “Baby, are you… are we pregnant?” he repeats incredulously, the reality of my words sinking in slowly.

Those tears just stream down my cheeks harder, unable to process what Isaac is saying but somewhere deep in my gut knowing he’s right. "I've been feeling off for a while," I explain haltingly, the weight of the confession hanging heavy in the air. “But I thought it was a bug. Didn’t want to worry you.”

He pulls me into his arms, holding me close as if to shield me from the uncertainty that now defines our future. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?" he murmurs against my hair, his voice thick with a mixture of awe and concern.

"I didn't want to worry you," I repeat softly, my heart aching with the fear of his reaction and the overwhelming rush of emotions coursing through me.

Isaac's embrace tightens around me, his touch a reassuring anchor amidst the whirlwind of uncertainty. "We'll figure this out," he reassures me, his voice steady and filled with determination, “I want to start a family with you.” 

“You do?” 

“I am in love with you. Only you.” 

“I’m in love with you too.”

I lie in bed, tossing and turning, my stomach churning with waves of nausea, sweating and just feeling generally shit. The clock ticks relentlessly, each passing minute feeling like an eternity as I wait for Jordan to return from work. I've been feeling off for days now, a probable stomach bug or stress from all the shit that has been happening in Beacon Hills recently. 

The front door finally creaks open, and I hear Jordan's familiar footsteps padding down the hallway. Relief washes over me as he enters the bedroom, his presence a comforting presence in the dimly lit room. He quickly strips down to his boxers before he slips under the covers beside me, his warmth immediately soothing.

His arm wraps around my waist, pulling me back against his chest, relief washing through me as if he can heal me with just his touch. In my drowsy state, I lean into his touch, seeking solace in his embrace. His hand rests flat against my stomach, and I wince slightly at the sensation but some of the nausea fades and a soft sigh of relief escapes me.

"Jordan," I murmur, my voice thick with sleep and discomfort.

He shifts slightly, making me roll onto my back to face him. His bright eyes search mine, concern etched in his furrowed brow. "When were you going to tell me?" he asks softly, his voice tinged with a hint of worry. His hand cupping my jaw, thumb brushing lovingly over my fever flushed cheek.

Confusion knots my brow as I try to make sense of his question. "Tell you what?" I manage to ask, my voice laced with exhaustion and confusion.

His gaze lingers on me, his expression softening as realisation slowly dawns in his eyes. “Sunshine…” his breath comes out in a soft gasp, “Sunshine, you’re pregnant," he states quietly, his voice filled with a mix of awe and certainty.

My breath catches in my throat, my heart skipping a beat at his words. "What?" I whisper, stunned by the revelation.

Jordan's hand slides from my cheek down to my stomach, his touch gentle yet purposeful. "I can sense it," he explains quietly, his fingers tracing a soothing pattern against my skin. “I… I don’t know how but I can sense it… I can feel the change in you."

Tears well up in my eyes, a rush of emotions overwhelming me—surprise, disbelief, and a flicker of hope. "I... I didn't know," I admit softly, my voice trembling with the weight of his words, “I thought it was the flu.”

He leans closer, his forehead resting against mine. "It's okay," he murmurs, his breath warm against my lips. “I love you baby, we’re gonna have a baby.”

He’s shuffling around until he’s laying on his back, my head resting on his chest as he knows how soothing his heartbeat can be, especially when I can’t sleep and before I know it I’m drifting off to sleep with one thought on my mind. 

“You’re gonna be the best dad ever.” 

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[curses-of-the-void]

Mechanical - Jordan Parrish

Fandom(s): Teen Wolf

Wordcount: 1041

Warning(s): Fluff?, Kisses,

Summary: Just her luck, huh?

The stars are shining overhead, wind blowing crisp leafs over the ground, a flickering streetlight gleams over her as she mutters a litany of curses as she drops the wrench in her hand at the sharp jolt of electricity that zaps her hand. Hopping back, she shoves her hand into her mouth, laving over the shock with her tongue, pausing to watch the purple webbing pattern that is spread across the side of her hand quickly fade, sighing as she leans heavily against the side of her car.

"Please, Gods and Goddesses above. Please. If you get me out of this, I'll be good. I won't pick on Stiles anymore, I-I'll donate all my clothes to charity. I'll... I don't know what else, but I'll do it!" The response she gets is a distant rumble, before lightning strikes across the sky, and nonexistent clouds appear, only breaking open to pour rain down on her. "Seriously?!" A soft sob escapes her mouth, eyes falling shut as rain pounds on her, coating her, soaking her, making her shake. Slamming the hood shut, she kicks the wheel of her broken down, beat up old Toyota, making it squeak, before she climbs into the driver's side, slamming the door as she shakes out her hair, wrenching as much water out of it as she can, before she reaches over to grab her phone, scrolling through her contacts.

Stiles would recommend duct tape, and she's pretty sure it wouldn't help in this context. Her dad? No, he's been pulling doubles at the station, and is probably sleeping at the dinner table, pouring over files for answers to The Beast. Lydia would come give her a ride, but she really should be resting after Einchen House. Scott? No, that's just asking for trouble right now. Her finger hovers over a familiar number, of someone that her dad disapproved of her befriending, to the point where he threatened to demote the deputy when he found her laughing as she lounged against his desk. It seemed like everyone had driven a wedge between the two of them.

A strike of lightning in the distances has her jump, finger falling on the call button before she realizes it, making her wince as she hesitantly raises the phone to her ear. Please don't pick up. Please don't pick up. She thinks, but the phone barely rings for a second time, before it's picked up with tired "Hullo?" making her flinch. Shit!

"H-Hey, Parrish." He murmurs her name in confusion, and she lets out a weak laugh. "Yeah, uh, I'm sorry... I didn't know who else to call."

"What's going on? Is something wrong?"

"No! No. I uh..." Her head falls against her steering wheel, clenching her eyes shut as a rumble of thunder booms in the distance. "My car won't start." She laughs breathlessly.

"What?! Where are you? I'm coming to get you." He says, and she hears the shuffle of clothes, and the clink of a belt, making her frown.

"Did I wake you?"

"No. Don't worry about it." He answers, before there is a clank of a door latching, and she grips her steering wheel with one hand, muttering a curse directed at herself. "Hey! No berating yourself. Now, tell me where you are." She rattles off the street name, and Parrish repeats it for confirmation. "I'm not far now..."

"Kay." She feels a sudden tightness in her throat.

"You okay? Is there something wrong?" He asks, his kindness making guilt weigh in her chest.

"N-No. I-It's nothing." She answers, and jumps when there is a knock on her window, making her look over to see Jordan standing there, phone in hand, covered by his deputy jacket. She pops open the door as they both hang up, rain falling around them as he lifts his jacket, covering her as well as she slams the door to her car shut with a loud metallic creak.

"I'll call you a tow tomorrow, for now we should get you home. Where it's safe." She nods, feeling that tightness in her chest and throat grow, before she follows close beside him as he guides her to his car, catching her as she trips over her own feet, touch lingering as she looks up at him.

"...thanks." She murmurs, turning away as he opens the door, covering her as she climbs in. He's at his side, climbing into the car as she buckles up, freezing as she looks up, and he's mere inches from her face, looking at her. The air is thick with awkwardness, charged with an electrical current that always seems to linger between them. "Thank you, Jordan... for coming to get me."

"You don't need to thank me. I'll always come for you." She feels heat flood her face at his promise, his words making her breath catch in her chest. He murmurs her name, and she reaches down, grabbing his hand as she rests her forehead against his own, absorbing his presence as much as she can. "I've missed you."

"Me too." She laughs softly. "Goddess above, I've missed you." She shakes her head, leaning back to look into his green eyes. "You know that I wasn't ignoring or avoiding you by choice, right?"

"I know. Sheriff Stilinksi threatened me, if I didn't stay away, that I'd know what the barrel of his gun would look like." She blinks, shocked by the fact that her father would threaten him like that.

"Yet, you still came." She murmurs, and Parrish grins softly, reaching up to wick away a drop of rain from her cheek.

"You're worth it." His words light a fire with her, and she reaches across the center console, hands grasping his face, before she is kissing him, the heat of his skin making her body flush, especially when one of his hands cups her waist, tucking up under her shirt, the other cupping her cheek, kissing her back in return. "So worth it." He murmurs, before kissing her again.

"Definitely."

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𝖡𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗈𝗇 𝖧𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗒𝗉𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗉𝗎𝗍𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗇 𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗋𝗈𝖺𝖽. 𝖳𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝖾𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗂𝗋.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗄𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖲𝖼𝗈𝗍𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾, 𝖣𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗄 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗋𝗎𝖽𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝗇.

𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗎𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝗎𝗍𝗒. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗋𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗀𝗀𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾.

“𝖨’𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒! 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍. 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌,” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆, 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝗋. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖻 𝗁𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗎𝗉.

“𝖭𝗈, 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇? 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎,” 𝖩𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗌, 𝗎𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾’𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗍. “𝖸/𝗇?”

“𝖣𝗂𝖽 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎?” 𝖨𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽, 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 ��𝗉 𝖩𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗉𝗂𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗑𝗂𝖾𝗍𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍.

“𝖭𝗈, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍, 𝖸/𝗇,” 𝖩𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝗌. 𝖠 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗒 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗅𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗁 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾. “𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇?”

“𝖱𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒,” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾, 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽. “𝖬𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗌–𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗂𝖼 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖿𝖿.”

“𝖨𝗍’𝗌 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒. 𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾.” 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗌, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝟣𝟫𝟪𝟢 𝖠𝖬𝖢 𝖤𝖺𝗀𝗅𝖾. 𝖨𝗍’𝗌 𝗇𝖺𝗏𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗐𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋.

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗐, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝖩𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖺𝗇 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾’𝗌 𝖺 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗇. 𝖠 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗏-𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝖿𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝗎𝗍𝗒 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆, 𝖺 𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗄-𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗎𝖽𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗋. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗎𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗉, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖩𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖺𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾.

“𝖠𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒,” 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗌, 𝗍𝗎𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗃𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾. 𝖩𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗎𝖻 𝗍𝗈𝗉. 𝖨𝗍’𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖮𝖼𝗍𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖡𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗈𝗇 𝖧𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍.

“𝖸𝖾𝖺𝗁, 𝖨’𝗆 ��𝗄𝖺𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗐,” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗉𝖾𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝗎𝗍𝗒. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒. “𝖨’𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽. 𝖨𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝖾.”

𝖩𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗌, 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄. 𝖧𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗇𝗈 𝖽𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝗎𝗍𝗒 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖾. “𝖨’𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗋𝗂𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗁𝗌,” 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾’𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖲𝗍𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗒 𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗌. 𝖨𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝖫𝗂𝖺𝗆 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋’𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗑 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗆𝗉.

“𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗋,” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗀. 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗌 𝖺 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄.

“𝖨’𝗆 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖾,” 𝖩𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗎𝗅𝗅.

𝖠 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍 𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄. 𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗋.

“𝖣𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿, 𝖩𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖺𝗇.” 𝖧𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆. “𝖶𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎.”

“𝖲𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇?” 𝖧𝖾 𝖽𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗌, 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌. 𝖩𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖺𝗇 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗋, 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗄 𝗍𝗎𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁.

𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗎𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗎𝖻𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝗎𝗍𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗂���, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉.

“𝖠𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍,” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗁𝗎𝖿𝖿.

“𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽.” 𝖠 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗎𝗉𝗍𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍. 𝖩𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖺𝗇 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗍𝗎𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆. “𝖧𝖾𝗒, 𝖨’𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒! 𝖨 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗍.”

“𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗌𝗌, 𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗁.” 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁, 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗒 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖩𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗉 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌. 𝖨𝗍’𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗇 𝖺 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇, 𝖺 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌. “𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗋, 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾.”

“𝖨𝗍’𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾. 𝖨’𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀,” 𝖩𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗌, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖧𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗋𝗀𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗎𝗉𝖽𝗈, 𝗈𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝗎𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌. “𝖢𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗇. 𝖨’𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾.”

“𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀,” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗎𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋.

𝖩𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗌, 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌. 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗀𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋. “𝖨’𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗉. 𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗒,” 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇’𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒. 𝖩𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖺𝗇’𝗌 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖿𝖿’𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗇𝖾-𝖻𝖾𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖩𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾.

“𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄.” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗄𝖾𝗒𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗎𝖻𝗌. 𝖨𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗌 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗄𝖾𝗒𝗌–𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾, 𝖼𝖺𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋’𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾, 𝖩𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖺𝗇’𝗌 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝖥𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝗎𝗍𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝖫𝖾𝗀𝗈 𝖱𝗈𝖻𝗂𝗇 𝗄𝖾𝗒𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝖲𝗍𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖡𝖺𝗍𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗄𝖾𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖩𝖾𝖾𝗉.

“𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖲𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖿𝖿 𝗐𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾–𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗂𝗏𝗂𝖼 𝖽𝗎𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗌𝖺𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝖺𝗒.”

“𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗑 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗋,” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗒, 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾. 𝖩𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾, 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗑.

“𝖨 𝖽𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝖽 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖿𝖿.” 𝖩𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖺𝗇 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗍, 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗋𝖺𝗀. “𝖡𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗑 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀.”

“𝖨’𝗆 𝗉𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝖩𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖺𝗇. 𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌,” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾, 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗋𝖺𝗀 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗑, 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖤𝖺𝗀𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗌.

“𝖣𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍,” 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌.

“𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖾.” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗅 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗄. 𝖨𝗍’𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗑. “𝖣𝖺𝗆𝗇𝗂𝗍.”

“𝖧𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗅𝖾, 𝖲𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗄𝗂?”

“𝖲𝗁𝗎𝗍 𝗎𝗉, 𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗁.” 𝖠𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗎𝗉, 𝖩𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖺𝗇 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋. 𝖮𝗇 𝖼𝗎𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗎𝗆𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾𝗌. “𝖫𝖾𝗍’𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀.”

“𝖭𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗋,” 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗌. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗀, 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗉.

“𝖠 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗐𝗈𝗅𝖿–”

“𝖶𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗐𝗈𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗋𝗎𝗇 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗋,” 𝖩𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗃𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗆𝗉 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗍. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌. 𝖨𝗍’𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗇𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄.

𝖠𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁. 𝖨𝗍’𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗐𝗄𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝗎𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗋. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝗉, 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝗀. 𝖨𝗍’𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝗇-𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾–𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌.

“𝖲𝗈…” 𝖩𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗌, 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗄. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝖻𝗎𝗓𝗓 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗁. “𝖶𝗁𝗒’𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾?”

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄, 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝗉. “𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇?”

𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗀𝗌, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒, 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗉 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝖺𝖽. “𝖨 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇…𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽’𝗏𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖲𝗍𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌. 𝖬𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖲𝖼𝗈𝗍𝗍. 𝖧𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽’𝗏𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖾,” 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗌, 𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖿𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗍, 𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗎𝖽𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝗂𝖻𝗌. 𝖩𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎–𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝖽’𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝗎𝗍𝗒–𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗌. 𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝗏𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌. 𝖬𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾. 𝖮𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 ����𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿.

𝖤𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒, 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

“𝖨 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗆𝖾, 𝗂𝗍’𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎,” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾, 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝗂𝗅𝖾, 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗉 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗈. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝖺𝗐𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗅𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌.

𝖩𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝗌, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾. “𝖲𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝘮𝘦 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒,” 𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗀.

“𝖬𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝖨 𝖽𝗂𝖽.” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝖩𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖺𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗉, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾. “𝖮𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍.”

“𝖱𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎.” 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝗈𝖿𝖿𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖾𝖽, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗎𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 ��𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖺𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝖻, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾.

𝖧𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾. 𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗍–𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋, 𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖩𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖺𝗇’𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗅𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋.

𝖩𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍, 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁. 𝖧𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗐 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝖻, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋. 𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾’𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝗌𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗀𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗉, 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗆𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗎𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗐 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗍. 𝖨𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗅𝖻𝗈𝗑 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇.

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖺 𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽. 𝖨𝗍’𝗌 𝗋𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌. “𝖬𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝖨 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗒𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗆.”

𝖧𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗓𝖾𝗌, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗏𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖩𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖺𝗇 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁 𝗉𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝗐𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇. “𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍?”

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾, 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗀. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗌, 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝖿𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗌. “𝖶𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁. 𝖮𝗇𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌. 𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗐𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇, 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇.”

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗉, 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒. 𝖩𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽, 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎. “𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌?”

“𝖸𝖾𝖺𝗁,” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝗈𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐, 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌. “𝖮𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾.”

𝖩𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝖽. 𝖧𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽. “𝖦𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝗀.”

“𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍?” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗋.

“𝖮𝗄𝖺𝗒,” 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿-𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽. “𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾.”

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇, 𝖩𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖺𝗇 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗎𝗅𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖮𝗇𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝗆 𝖼𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄, 𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖻 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗃𝖺𝗐𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌, 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍.

𝖨𝗍’𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗂𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖿𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝗂𝗑𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗋–𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌. 𝖲𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝗇.

𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖼 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍-𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗒, 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁. 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖩𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌, 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗉 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗇.

“𝖲𝗈…” 𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗆𝗎𝗌��𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾. “𝖶𝖾’𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍?”

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾, 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇. “𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗒𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗆.”

𝖩𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌, 𝗇𝗈𝖽𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺��𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗆 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗋 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖺 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗉𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝖽𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾’𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆–𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗇𝖾𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒.

“𝖸𝖾𝖺𝗁, 𝖨 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗌𝗈 𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋,” 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝗆𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌.

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[allisluv]

trying to get back into writing my teen wolf fic (and potentially starting another one..) so feel free to send in any requests you might have and i’ll try my best to work on them soon :)

[xoxoavenger]

could you do any teen wolf character x reader where she doesn’t know she’s supernatural until the deadpool and everyone is trying to keep it from her bc maybe she’s a character’s sister?

thank you ❣️

Who's Gonna Tell Her?

pairing: Jordan Parrish x Fem!Reader

word count: 2876

warnings: canon typical gore (no detail)

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"Have you told your sister?" Scott asked as they got ready for the game.

"I'm not really sure how. Even I don't fully understand it." Liam told him, pulling his jersey on over his pads.

"Well, she's adopted, right?" Liam nodded at Scott's question. "She could have been born a supernatural but never known. It happened to Lydia."

"The assassin is going to be out tonight. You have to tell her soon." Stiles butt in, and Liam shook his head.

"She's dating Parrish; he can protect her until I figure out what to do." Liam told them, grabbing his stick and shutting his locker. They had been having the same rendition of this conversation for at least thirty minutes, and he was tired of fighting.

"Parrish doesn't know about the deadpool. He doesn't know that she's on it. He can't protect her if he doesn't know what to protect." Stiles pointed out. Scott nodded as he look to his beta.

"We have to at least tell him." Scott agreed, shutting his locker in unison with Stiles.

"Can't we just play lacrosse?" Liam asked. Scott and Stiles shared a look, frowning. They both knew Liam would never be able to 'just play lacrosse' again. "Look, the assassin is on the lacrosse team. Y/N and Parrish have a date night tonight anyway. We just need to worry about ourselves not getting killed." He pointed out, making the older boys nod.

"Alright, but after tonight, we have to figure out a plan." Stiles said as they turned their attention toward coach. He had been talking, giving some kind of speech, but it apparently wasn't important.

"It's only one night. She won't even be here." Liam said, mostly to himself. He was trying to keep from freaking out, because not only was he at risk of dying, but now his sister was too. The worst part was that he didn't even know what his sister was, and he wasn't sure anyone else would either.

~

"I don't want to have to cancel." Jordan said from his desk. His girlfriend was sitting on top of it, frowning. She had gone all out for this date, even shaving, and of course her boyfriend was busy.

"I know you don't." She looked down, trying not to let her emotions get the best of her. She knew that he wouldn't cancel if he didn't have to, and it did look like he was drowning in work, but it still made her sad.

"The Sheriff is going to the lacrosse game and with all the murders happening-"

"Hey," Y/N grabbed his chin and made him look up, and he sighed as he looked at her gorgeous face. It always grounded him. "It's okay. Maybe I'll go to the lacrosse game too." They shared a kiss, and Jordan wished he could just leave his job.

"How's Liam?" He asked, making Y/N groan.

"I know you are not asking about my brother in the few short moments we have together." He chuckled, kissing her again. He wanted to tell her about Meredith, who was in the Sheriff's office and the reason why he had to cancel, but that meant he could lose his job. He knew that weird things were happening, but he didn't know how to describe it. And part of him - the selfish part - didn't want to somehow endanger or worry her.

"Sorry." He smiled, and Y/N returned it. She got up to leave, giving him a few quick pecks before walking out. "I love you." He called making her smile wider and turn around

"I love you too."

When she got to her car, she tried to call Liam, but it just went to voicemail. She figured he was warming up, so she'd just go anyway. She let his recorded voice ring out as she turned the car on, putting it in reverse as the line beeped.

"Hey, Liam, it's me. Jordan had to cancel, so I'm gonna be coming to your game." It was silent for a second as she thought about what else to say, but ultimately came up empty. "Alright, well, see ya soon! Love you!" She hung up, throwing her phone into the passenger seat and pulling out of the station.

~

"Liam, is that your sister next to Mason?" Stiles asked the group. They all turned to look into the stands, and Liam put his hands to his head, trying not to break his helmet as emotions ran quickly through him.

"What is she doing here?" Scott turned, and Liam shook his head as he began to freak out.

"She had a date with Parrish! She isn't supposed to be here!" Liam said, the others looking at each other to figure out how to calm him down. She smiled and waved from her place in the bleachers, alone, without Parrish. She was sitting with Mason and Violet, which honestly almost made Liam feel worse. But, she didn't know Malia or Lydia - she had only heard Liam talk about the juniors at random times. As Liam scanned the crowd, he wasn't even sure they were here anyway.

"It's okay, we'll keep an eye on her. As long as she doesn't come out onto the field, we'll be good." Scott patted Liams shoulder before jogging to his position as Coach began to yell at them.

They were losing by one point, only a couple minutes in, and Y/N could tell something was wrong.

"Who are you guys playing?" She asked Mason, who looked at her as if she were crazy. The two had only been introduced once at the Dunbar house, but Y/N didn't know anyone else to sit with; her step-dad was working and her mom had some sort of club tonight.

"You don't know?" Mason asked as Liam got knocked to the ground. Y/N gasped and stood, not even noticing the other team had scored. When Liam got up and took off his helmet and began to shake off his gloves, she realized.

"Oh my God." She whispered, sitting back down. "We're playing Devenford."

"Yeah." Mason confirmed, watching Liam get held back from a fight. Y/N looked around, realizing the Sheriff had never made it. She wondered what the hold up was at the station, and what Jordan was doing.

The game passed, Kira scoring the first goal but then immediately being taken out. There was definitely some extra tension on the field, Y/N noticed, even within their own team. The game kept getting more brutal, and sure enough soon Liam was being flipped over two other players. Y/N didn't have time to think before she was running down, her brother's screams igniting her older sister instincts. She made it to the field, pushing everyone away until she got to her little brother on the ground.

"Liam! Oh my God, are you alright? What's hurt?" She asked. She went through her mental checklist, but she didn't finish before two other players were hauling him up. "Hey!" She screamed, pushing them away.

"How hard did you hit him?" Number 11 asked her bother, and Liam shook his head slightly.

"I didn't." He answered, and Y/N pushed the other boy away.

"Liam, where does it hurt? Is anything broken?" She asked, checking his arms. It wasn't long before she found the broken bone bulging out of his arm.

"Ow." Number 24 commented, but Y/N ignored him.

"Alright, let's get you to the hospital. I can try to reset it, but-"

"No," Liam breathed as Number 11 took off his gloves. He looked at Liam as he took his arm, and Y/N tried pushing him away again.

"Hey, stop! You're going to hurt him!" She yelled, but Liam shook his head.

"Y/N, let Scott fix it." He told her. She stood still, not sure what was going on. How was this high school senior going to fix a broken arm? Her heart was racing, head spinning as all she could think about was if Liam would be okay.

"Close your eyes." Scott told Liam. Y/N watched as Scott twisted the bone back in and Liam cried out, and she really pushed him that time. Scott went flying back, and she quickly began to check Liam's arm. She didn't notice the looks the others gave her at the display of unusual strength.

"I-I don't understand, how is there no discoloration? No blood?" It seemed Liam's arm was as good as new as she checked it, and Liam moved to place his hands over her's.

"Y/N, I promise I'll explain, just wait until after the game, please." Liam told her. She nodded, trusting him, but a terrible feeling began in her gut. She watched Scott and Liam both shoot their heads toward another player, Scott immediately searching his own body.

"Are you cut? Did Garret cut you?" He asked Liam. Liam looked at his arms, shaking his head.

"No, no. I'm okay." He told Scott, the two of them looking at their teammate. Y/N placed her hands over her abdomen where the pain was coming from, surprised to feel a liquid there. Apparently her gut feeling was a bit more than a feeling.

"Then he missed." Scott said, but Y/N just shook her head. She was beginning to feel faint, like her head was clouded.

"I don't think he missed." She muttered, pulling her hands away from her dark sweater to reveal the blood on them. She began to fall, and Scott and Liam moved to grab her as she fell. She grabbed Liam's jersey, pain coursing through her stomach. Unbeknownst to her, her eyes flashed purple. Scott and Stiles looked at each other.

"What does that mean?" Liam asked, holding her close.

"I don't know, but we have to get her out of here without anyone else seeing." Scott told Liam, the two of them looking around. They had no idea where to go, where someone wouldn't see them.

"We just have to go for it." Stiles said. Everyone was focused on Brett, who was still down, so the four of them slinked out, Scott holding Y/N. They made it to the jeep, where Y/N was laid in the backseat with Liam.

"Should we call Parrish?" Scott asked, and Stiles just shook his head.

"Lydia just cracked another third of the deadpool." He said, looking between his phone and the road. Scott took the phone, looking at the list.

"Am I on it?" Liam asked, scooting up.

"What the hell are you all talking about?" Y/N groaned, her eyes flashing purple once more. "And why is everything so loud?" She cried, pressing her hands to her head. The engine sounded like it was inside her brain, echoing and rattling her skull.

"Someone else is on it." Scott commented, showing Liam. He sucked in a breath as the Alpha took back the phone. Of course Parrish was on the list.

"Please someone call Jordan. I want to talk to him before I die." Y/N said, sitting up. She groaned, realizing the shirt Liam had been wearing under his uniform was pressed to her abdomen, which was still profusely bleeding.

"You aren't going to die." Stiles rolled his eyes before looking in the rearview mirror. "Probably."

"Stiles!" Scott scolded. They couldn't be telling her that she was going to die on her first supernatural experience.

"Where are we going, this isn't the way to the hospital." Y/N commented as she focused her eyes. She had never been in this part of town, only having moved with Parrish last month. Before, she had lived in the neighboring town with her family. When her mom had married Dr. Geyer and moved to Beacon Hills, Y/N had already moved out.

"Don't worry about it." Stiles winked at her through the mirror, but she wasn't looking. She was on her phone, trying to find Parrish's contact. Just as she was going to press on it, it was pulled from her.

"You can't call him." Liam said, snatching her phone out of her hand.

"Why," Y/N stopped, falling back against the wall of the car and groaning as a wave of pain hit her. She opened her mouth in pain, not even realizing her incisors had grown. Liam looked terrified as she cried out, eyes flashing purple once more. This was not the face of a werewolf.

"Guys!" Liam called. Scott turned, eyes widening when he saw what was going on. Y/N was still withering in pain, oblivious to what they were talking about. She flopped against Liam finally, who was freaking out.

"Holy shit," Scott whispered as Stiles turned into the parking lot. Her eyes closed and the incisors went back to normal, but she was barely breathing now.

"We need to get her inside!" Liam yelled, helping Scott get her out. They made it to the door and into clinic quickly, Deaton looking only mildy surprised as they burst through the door.

"She has purple eyes and fangs!" Stiles yelled, but Liam growled at him immediately.

"She was stabbed. It has to be poison." He informed the vet. Deaton nodded, then looked at them.

"I have to cut her chest open to extract the poison. See how she's foaming at the mouth?" Once Deaton pointed it out the obvious, and the other's nodded. "I need you to hold her down." He told Liam and Scott. The two move to each side, where she was seizing.

"Won't cutting her open kill her?" Liam asked as Deaton cut her clothes open. He grabbed a scalpel, pressing it to her skin.

"If she is what you say she is, and she is effected this bad by the wolfsbane, then she'll be fine." Deaton couldn't waste any more time, pressing the scalpel into her skin and cutting. Just as he had finished the incision, police sirens were heard outside.

"Did you tell your dad?" Scott turned to Stiles, able to let go of the girl now. She was laying still on the table, breathing evenly.

"No, dude, I swear." Stiles shook his head, and Parrish came running in.

"What did you do to her?" He yelled, pushing past everyone until he was right next to her.

"You cut her open? What the hell are you thinking?" Jordan held her hand, pushing her hair out of her face. He was shaking as he looked at the bloody cut, holding her hand but not sure what to do to help. He couldn't even think of a plausible reason why the boys would take her to a vet when she was clearly hurt, and he was even more baffled by the fact that the vet thought he was qualified enough to cut into her like a surgeon.

"Parrish, just-just calm down, okay?" Liam said cautiously, but Jordan looked at him with fire in his eyes.

"This is your sister we're talking about! How are you fine?" Jordan had tears falling out of his eyes, then turned to Deaton. "You! You're a veterinarian, not a human doctor! This is illegal on so many levels! As soon as I make sure she gets to the hospital, you're coming with me!" Jordan yelled, not paying attention to Y/N anymore.

"Parrish, she's okay." Scott told him, making him look at her. She no longer had the long gash going down her torso. Jordan simply stared, not sure what had just happened.

"Is this some kind of joke?" He asked, sniffling as he looked around the teens and doctor in the room. There was no actual explanation for this, he was sure of it. They had to be pranking him for some sick reason.

"There's a conversation we have to have." Scott told him, but before he could get any further, Y/N was breathing in and opening her eyes. They were purple, making Jordan even more confused.

"Y/N, what's going on?" He asked, but she just closed her eyes and groaned. When she opened her eyes again, they were normal.

"Jordan? What happened?" Y/N asked, looking around as Jordan took his jacket off and wrapped it around her, letting her zip it up. She felt her torso, realizing her stab wound was gone. "What is going on?" She looked up at Liam, who was blinking dumbly.

"I have no idea." He said, and Y/N was about ready to lose her shit.

"What do you mean?" She cried out, feeling Jordan tense next to her. She turned to see Liam looking completely fine. "Your arm was broken, like twenty minutes ago!" She saw her brother looking completely fine.

"I told you so," Stiles muttered, and Y/N wished she had something to throw at him.

"You didn't tell us shit," Liam said, instantly annoyed.

"Yes! I did!" Stiles exploded, looking very offended. "I literally said 'You need to tell her.' I believe those were the exact words that came out of my mouth."

"Tell me what?" Y/N asked, tired of watching her brother and his friend bicker.

"What?" All three teenagers asked at the same time, wide eyes looking completely guilty.

"Liam," Her big sister eyes came out, which made Liam cower slightly.

"It's a long story," He starts, turning to Scott as if he would explain everything. Y/N was staring intently at Liam, brows furrowed and eyes angered. She screamed when Scott turned to her with red eyes.

"Oh my God," She whispered, leaning back against Jordan. She closes her eyes. "What the actual fuck?"

//

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[mysecretlittlelibrary]

Never A Dull Moment

Pairing: Jordan Parrish x Reader

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: none

Genre: fluff

Summary: A semester abroad did not make you forget how quick chaos comes to Beacon Hills, but some things, like a new deputy for example, may make the crazy worth going through.

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You sigh to yourself as you flick on the lights in your apartment and drop your suitcases by the door. You loved your experience abroad but there's nothing quite as satisfying as coming home to sleep in your own bed, especially knowing you're officially done with school. Finishing your final college semester abroad was so brilliant of you. You only make it as far as your couch when you hear your bedroom door being swung open with an unnecessary amount of force and on reflex you grab one of the weapons stashed in your apartment and fling it down the hall before even seeing who is there. You gasp when your eyes register a familiar head of dark hair narrowly dodging your dagger.

"Fucking christ Stilinski what's wrong with you?!" You hiss at him.

"I missed you! I heard you'd be back today so-"

"So you broke into my apartment to wait for me?!"

"I didn't break anything I have a key." He shrugs.

"We live in Beacon Hills Stiles you can't come into people's homes unannounced I almost took your head off!" You scoff wrapping your arms around him in a hug.

"Yeah but you didn't so it's fine." He says.

"You need a lesson in appropriate responses to danger I swear." You shake your head.

"With you and Scott around I think I'm good." Stiles says.

"That's not- whatever. Since you're here you can tell me some of the things I missed that I know you all kept from me because I was in another country."

"We- didn't keep anything from you. Beacon Hills has been dreadfully boring without you. It's all Lydia talked about."

"I know you can lie better than that but I guess I'm glad you suck at lying to me. Spill it Stiles, it'll be much better for you to tell me now before I have to force those memories from you." You say.

"Can you even do that?" He frowns.

"Do you want to risk finding out?"

"Dead pool."

"What?"

"There was a teeny tiny thing we had to deal with called a dead pool." He shrugs.

"This teeny tiny thing wasn't teeny tiny at all was it?"

"I mean- relatively it wasn't so ba- no it wasn't teeny tiny at all. I thought everyone was gonna die and now Malia won't talk to me."

"Okay; explain to me what the 'dead pool' was and then we can circle back to the Malia thing?"

"A- list was going around with a bounty on the heads of every supernatural creature in Beacon Hills so we essentially had to deal with a whole bunch of assassins because Peter accidentally recruited Meredith to enact his psycho revenge plan from after the fire that killed the Hale family and-"

"Woah. Meredith from Eichen?!" You blink at him.

"Yes. That's a whole subcategory of craziness that we can go over in detail later but the moral of the story is we lived and we only didn't tell you because there wasn't much you could do in Monte Carlo-"

"I was in Italy."

"Same difference, it's all Europe regardless of where you couldn't help and well there's no reason to stress you out with that feeling of hopelessness when you're supposed to be study abroading. We swore we wouldn't ruin your last semester for you. Actually, the adults made us."

"Your dad and mama Scott made you promise not to bug me with Beacon Hills problems?" You ask.

"Yes. So, I took notes of everything that happened since you left. You can read them at your leisure. Oh but speaking of my dad, this can't wait, there's a new supernatural you should know about."

"I like to think that I'm pretty good at deciphering all that is Stiles Stilinski but I'm failing to see what the connection is between your dad and a new supernatural. Unless you're saying your dad is now one?"

"No, but he hired a new deputy." Stiles says.

"Give me- one more building block so I can piece this together." You ask.

"The new deputy is the supernatural creature you need to know about."

"Oh! Okay. What is he?"

"We- have some theories." Stiles says.

"What are they?"

"I thought phoenix! Lydia thinks that's dumb." He shrugs.

"Explain to me how you got to phoenix."

"Well he was on the dead pool, which is how we found out he was supernatural at all but he has no idea what he is, he actually hardly knows what any of this is- he thinks Lydia's a psychic- but another cop tried to burn him alive and it didn't work."

"When you say it didn't work-"

"He came out unscathed. Not in the werewolf super healing way where he was burned and healed, I mean he just came right back to the station covered in ash, unharmed. So, phoenix."

"I see how you came to that conclusion but I don't think phoenixes take the form of just- some guy." You say.

"You got any other ideas?"

"Well, gimme like 37 hours with my bestiary and I probably will."

"You have a bestiary?! Since when!?" He gasps.

"Side quest while I was abroad." You wink.

"You side quested a bestiary?"

"You can get anything if you know the right people. And I figured it'd come in handy living in Beacon Hills." You shrug.

"Well hang on let me call-"

"No. Stiles I've been traveling for 13 hours. You're not calling anyone. We can touch on the Malia thing briefly but, I need to sleep and you need to leave so we can't be here all night."

"But you just got home."

"Exactly. Visiting hours are over until tomorrow. I need to sleep for 17 hours."

"17 hours?"

"Yes! At least! But I said we could discuss the Malia thing so why isn't she talking to you?" You ask.

"She found out about Peter." He sighs.

"She found out that Peter's her dad!?"

"Yes."

"How!?"

"She found the dead pool with her name on it in my jacket pocket when she was wearing it while almost dying because of a poison situation. The dead pool listed her as Malia Hale."

"So now she's mad at you for keeping it from her." You say.

"Yes." He nods.

"I- don't have the energy to unpack this right now so I will see you tomorrow but I'm sure things will work out. Give her time to process for now." You say.

"Fine. Tomorrow. Oh but read my notes on Parrish." Stiles says as he stumbles out of your apartment.

"Parrish?" You frown.

"The deputy. He's near the end of my notes but it's all the details I have on him. So you can figure out what he is."

"Goodbye." You sing-song, shutting the door on Stiles. You let out a sigh. Finally, peace and quiet. You take a shower and barely make it through your nighttime routine before you collapse in bed, relaxation seeping into your bones as you settle into the mattress and fall asleep.

It's not until noon that you roll out of bed the next day, mainly because you're hungry enough that it wakes you- seeing as you skipped dinner when you got home. After brushing your teeth and getting dressed you make yourself a late breakfast and get to work researching this deputy Parrish guy that Stiles told you about last night.

Flipping through your bestiary and comparing the lengthy notes Stiles left in your room, you're able to pinpoint the most likely categorization for Beacon Hills' newest deputy. You'd have to meet him to know for sure of course but you're pretty confident in your assessment. By the time you've drawn your conclusion, you realize it's almost 4 o'clock, which means you're expecting at least Stiles to crash your laid back afternoon, but seeing as you're just getting back you're almost sure he'll bring the whole crew along with him. Sure enough, not even ten minutes after you check the clock there's a rhythmic knock at your door and you can hear excited chatter before you even open it. Stiles is the first to come strolling through, b-lining it for your fridge because he's a teenage boy and if they're not thinking with the head between their legs, they're thinking with their stomach.

"Your fridge is so empty what the hell?" Stiles complains.

"I got back last night from living in another country for 3 months, I only have like nonperishables." You roll your eyes at Stiles as Liam wraps his arms around you. "Hey Liam." You pat his head gently.

"Welcome back y/n." Scott says.

"Yeah. Welcome back." Kira smiles.

"You aren't planning on leaving us again are you?" Malia asks.

"Not that I know of." You say.

"Good. We're much better with you around." She says and you smile. You know Malia struggles with expressing vulnerability so you always appreciate it when she tries.

"I'm better with you guys around too. Speaking of where's Lydia?" You ask.

"She- said she had something to do first but that she'd catch up." Stiles says.

"Alright, well I think your deputy friend is a creature known as a hellhound." You say.

"A what?!" His eyes widen.

"Deputy friend?" Malia frowns.

"Parrish." Stiles says.

"She's been home for less than 24 hours and you have her identifying the new supernaturals?" Scott looks at Stiles incredulously.

"Just Parrish! We were dead-ending I figured we could use the help." Stiles shrugs.

"IDing Parrish wasn't an emergency." Scott rolls his eyes.

"Buuuut now we've done it! One more thing off the to-do list."

"Well, hellhound's only a theory. I can only get so much from your notes." You clarify.

"How do we verify it then?" Stiles asks.

"Observation I guess? I dunno. Hellhounds aren't like werewolves or werecoyotes that react to wolfsbane. In fact, there are next to no known weaknesses to hellhounds." You say.

"Is a hellhound good or bad?" Malia asks.

"Neither. Technically. I guess the best place to put them would be chaotic neutral. If a hellhound isn't protecting the supernatural then they're usually only called to hunt something but seeing as this deputy guy doesn't seem to know what he is I'd guess there's a subconscious call to protect something or someone here in Beacon Hills. They are also considered harbingers of death, like Lydia but not predicting it like banshees do." You explain.

"So he's protecting something? That should be good right? He's not an enemy if he's protecting the supernatural." Liam says.

"Most likely. Like I said they don't fall on one side or the other of the moral scale. Their priorities are different. If you threaten the thing they're protecting or get in the way of the thing they're hunting they will kill you. So I guess whether or not you see them as good depends on your relation to the thing they're protecting or hunting." You shrug.

"But this is all a theory?" Kira asks.

"Well, not all the stuff about what a hellhound is. Just whether or not the deputy's one."

"You know what? Let's go to the station now! I'm sure he's working. You can meet him and assess on the fly." Stiles claps his hands together.

"How am I supposed to do that? The guy barely understands that he's something supernatural." You roll your eyes.

"I dunno but I'm sure you'll figure it out. You said you needed to observe." Stiles starts to rush everyone out of your apartment, pulling you towards the door when you don't move from where you're leaning against the kitchen counter.

"This is such an awful idea." You grumble as he tugs you along. Still, it's obvious he's not going to give this up so you grab your keys, your phone, and stuff your feet into your shoes.

"I'm sure my dad is dying to see you now that you're back in town anyway, what better excuse to drop in at work?" Stiles offers.

"I don't need an excuse to say hi to your father at work Stiles." You scoff- still, you're willing to go down if only to see him.

"I'm riding in y/n's car!" Liam announces. The six of you make your way to the station, Liam in your car while everyone else piled into Stiles's jeep.

"Stiles. What the hell did you do this time?" Stiles's father happens to walk by as soon as he enters and sighs.

"Why do you always assume I've done something?" Stiles retorts.

"He knows his son." You interject.

"Y/n? You're back! That explains why everyone's crowding the station." Sheriff Stilinski says.

"Yeah, everyone was at my place and Stiles decided we needed to come here right away." You explain.

"They didn't ditch school to see you did they?"

"No way. I've always prioritized their grades. They should know better." You say.

"Ah, that's why we love having you here." He hums.

"I hope we're not disrupting your day too bad sheriff?"

"I will always have time for you. Let's go into the office." He waves a hand.

"You're never like this when I come by." Stiles frowns as you all crowd into the sheriff's office.

"Because when you come here it's to raise my blood pressure." His dad rolls his eyes at him.

"I resent that."

"I could've sworn I told you not to stress your father out while I was abroad Stiles?" You look at him.

"Oh he's incapable of that kind of thing." His dad scoffs.

"Well hang on! I did my best while you were abroad, you're home now though so the deal is terminated. I did my job." Stiles states matter-of-factly.

"And this is why she gets the reaction she does. Welcome home! You've graduated, congrats! How was Italy? Think you'll move there?"

"No. I mean don't get me wrong, Italy was lovely but Beacon Hills is- like no other. I don't know that I could leave. At least not now, maybe in a decade or two when there are people who can take over what we do."

"Like finding apprentices!?" Stiles asks.

"No? We're not about to go looking for people to protect the balance between the supernatural and the nonsupernatural in Beacon Hills. I just have faith we'll find people willing and able to take on the job when the time comes." You shrug. "In the meanwhile, has it been a busy day sheriff?" You ask.

"It's Beacon Hills, the bar's kinda high." He shrugs.

"Is Parrish in today?" Stiles asks.

"Why?" Stilinski narrows his eyes at his son.

"Y/n thinks she's figured out what kind of creature he is." Malia says.

"I have a theory based on some notes Stiles left me." You correct.

"Stiles left you notes?"

"A whole journal of them. Everything I missed while I was abroad." You nod.

"I figured that would be more effective than trying to recount it all verbally from memory in one giant infodump." Stiles shrugs.

"So now you're looking for Parrish?" Sheriff Stilinski frowns.

"I'm not, please don't disturb your deputy. It's not that serious." You say.

"That's why we're here!" Stiles says.

"No no, I only came to say hi to your dad. Which I've done, so we can head out. After all, he's working and we're encroaching."

"Oh please, that's my dad there's no such thing." Stiles scoffs.

"Stiles." Stilinski groans.

"Riiiight let's go. The Parrish theory can be dealt with later." You grab Stiles and the others follow you. "See you around Sheriff!" You call over your shoulder as the group of you leaves. While most of the station is plenty familiar with you and barely acknowledged you and the teens marching through the station, one specific deputy had noticed you the minute you came through the door. Jordan's eyes follow you from his desk as you leave with your crowd of teenagers and Stilinski notices the way they flash orange as he watches you leave.

"Parrish!" Stilinski calls from his office. Jordan jumps as if he forgot he's at work, and with one last glance at you getting into your car while you yell something at Stiles he rushes into his boss's office.

"Sir?" Jordan prompts.

"Those reports you were supposed to be working on. Got a status report on those?"

"I'm almost through with the last one. Should be done by EOD." Jordan says, gaze drifting outside every few seconds even though your car is gone.

"Her name is y/n." Stilinski chuckles.

"What?" Jordan frowns.

"The young lady with my son and the others. Her name is y/n, in case you were wondering."

"Why would I-?" Jordan shakes your head.

"I watched your eyes follow her all the way out the door, and you've been glancing out the window through this entire conversation. You'll see her around a lot now that she's back in town so you should talk to her if you're interested."

"Is she not from around here?"

"Yes and no I'll leave the details for her to explain when you ask her but she's been around a while. Just graduated college." Stilinski says with a proud smile, bragging like you're his kid, which in some ways you might as well be.

"Give her my congrats." Jordan nods.

"Tell her yourself. Once you get those reports done." 

Jordan takes that as his queue to leave and returns to his desk. The final report takes him longer than it should have as all he can think about is the melodic sound of your voice and the easy smile you couldn't seem to help while at the station. Maybe he'd take his boss's 'suggestion' and speak to you. If he should be lucky enough to see you again soon.

Luck, as you might have it, seemed to be on his side, as he did see you the next day while grocery shopping. He spots you as soon as he walks in, examining pomegranates intently. Jordan walks over to you before he can psych himself out, stopping at the pile of fruit next to the pomegranates, lemons, which he rarely uses but he picks one up anyway if only to justify being next to you.

"Careful Persephone. I heard you could get trapped in the underworld because of those." Jordan nods at the pomegranate in your hand. You startle slightly before giving a smile. The originality of the line gets you, even if being hit on in the produce section would normally just piss you off.

"Don't worry. I won't let Hades see." You quip back. He chuckles, glad the line didn't miss as hard as he thought it would.

"I'm Jordan. I think I saw you at the sheriff's station yesterday?"

"You're the new deputy, aren't you? Parrish right?"

"Well- now I feel at a disadvantage here you seem to know more about me than I know about you."

"Yeah I- just got back in town actually but the sheriff's son who seems to know everything has given me the 411 on everything I missed- including the new deputy. I- I'm y/n. It's nice to meet you. Puts a face to the name." You stick out your hand. Jordan shakes it, hoping his palms aren't sweaty enough to expose how keyed up you're making him.

"It's- nice to meet you too. And I think I've heard your name more than a few times. The kids seem to really idolize you. So- it's nice to put a face to your name as well, and quite a gorgeous one at that."

"Stiles's 411 didn't mention that you were such a flirt." You quirk an eyebrow up at him.

"I'm usually not." He chuckles like he's just as surprised by the line as you are.

"Would've never guessed, you're doing so well."

"I just wanted to introduce myself, John said I'd probably be seeing you around a lot so-"

"Stiles said the same." You hum.

"Why would Stiles say that?" Jordan frowns.

"I assume for the same reason John did- but the surprise in your voice makes me think you have no idea who I am and the Stilinskis are running independent missions." You muse.

"What does that mean?"

"Well I'm not sure what your boss told you but when it comes to the strange happenings of Beacon Hills that are on a need-to-know basis I'm one of those people that always needs to know. I might actually be the first to know quite often."

"When you say the strange happenings of Beacon Hills does that mean you know about the-?"

"Werewolves? Banshees? Dead pool? All of it, yes."

"You weren't even around for the dead pool." He points out.

"That's where Stiles comes in. My little informant."

"Then that means you know about me too?"

"Yeah. When I said Stiles gave me the 411 on the new deputy I mean he gave me all of the information. I might even have figured out what you are." You say.

"I guess I was even more right than I thought when I said it seems you know more about me than I know about you."

"Oh you have no idea." You hum.

"I think it's only fair we level the playing field a bit. Don't you?"

"And, how do you plan to do that?"

"By taking you to dinner, if you'll let me." He says. You can't help the shocked look you give him as his words hang in the air for a moment before you answer.

"Sure. You can pick me up at 7." You say with a smile. You take the grocery list he's holding and scribble your address and number on the back of it.

"Tonight?"

"Why wait?" You shrug.

"Okay. 7 o'clock." He nods.

"Don't be late." You say before walking off to finish your shopping. Jordan doesn't move until you disappear into an aisle. Only once he can't see you is he able to breathe. He can't believe how that conversation played out and now he's got five hours to prepare himself to have dinner with you.

You can't believe you agreed to have dinner with him. You replay the conversation at least a hundred times as you do your shopping, leave the store, drive home, unload your groceries, and then try to pass the time until it is reasonable to start getting ready for this impromptu date. Why did you decide it would be tonight?! He was more charming than you expected and in your effort to realign yourself, you've just set yourself up. As if five hours will give you enough time to be prepared to deal with him. Still, by 6:30 you pick out a cute dress and set about to do your preparations. Hair, makeup, external pep talk in front of your mirror. Check, check, and check just before there's a knock at your door that startles you. It's exactly 7. Punctual. You put on your shoes and grab your bag and then open the door for Jordan.

"Hi again." You smile.

"Hi." He says. "You look, amazing."

"Thank you. You look pretty good yourself." You say taking in his outfit. It's simple, a button-up and a pair of slacks, but they fit him well and he's folded the sleeves up to his elbows in a way that emphasizes his arms.

"Thanks." Jordan's cheeks tinge ever so slightly pink- it's almost unnoticeable but it makes you smile to know you can make him blush.

"Well, lead the way, deputy." You say stepping into the hall and locking your apartment. Jordan holds an arm out for you to loop yours through and leads you to his car. He opens your door for you and helps you in before sliding into the driver's seat. After about ten minutes you pull into the lot of a local Italian restaurant. You've been here a number of times but the food is good so you certainly won't complain. It's definitely a safe first date option. Jordan opens the door for you to get out of the car as well, and pulls out your chair when you're given a table in the restaurant. You appreciate the little acts of chivalry that he seems to do subconsciously.

"So, since we're 'leveling the playing field', ask me anything you want to know." You tell him once you've both ordered your food.

"Are you from Beacon Hills?" He asks.

"Nope, moved here for college." You say.

"You moved to Beacon Hills for college?"

"Well no, I moved to California for college, I moved to Beacon Hills at the behest of my mother really."

"The behest of your mother?" Jordan tilts his head.

"She said if I insisted on going to school so far from home, I had to live in or around Beacon Hills."

"Why Beacon Hills?"

"The Nemeton." You shrug.

"The- what?" He frowns.

"Nobody's told you about the Nemeton? It's a giant tree- well it used to be, it's been cut down so it's just a stump now."

"I've never seen anything like that and I feel like I'd notice a giant stump in the middle of the forest."

"You would think but the Nemeton is a... special tree. It will hide from those it doesn't want to be seen by. So if you haven't seen it perhaps it's felt no reason to reveal itself to you quite yet." You hum.

"Yet?"

"Well, you're a supernatural who just moved to a kind of small town where you know nobody and took a job at a sheriff's office that I'm sure does not have the greatest reputation because you 'felt called here' for some reason."

"And you think the call was a tree?"

"The Nemeton is more than a tree. It's pretty much a beacon for supernatural creatures and its reactivation would explain your arrival, kind of." You say.

"So why did the Nemeton bring me here?" He asks.

"That I don't have an answer for. Until the Nemeton reveals itself to you we can only speculate. Especially because I'm not even sure I've IDed you correctly."

"You think you've IDed me?"

"I... have a theory if you're interested in hearing it."

"Can I ask a couple more questions first?"

"Of course." You nod.

"Are you supernatural?" He asks.

"Only kind of. I'm from a family of druids."

"Druids?"

"Yeah, druids are like supernatural doctors so not quite human but certainly not anything on like werewolf level."

"Supernatural doctors, interesting. So doc, what am I?"

"My best guess is a hellhound." You say.

"A hellhound?" His eyes widen.

"Yes. Don't look so freaked it's not like you're going to sprout 3 heads and start answering to Hades."

"Well, what does it mean then?"

"Hellhounds are supernatural protectors usually their appearance means they're guarding something specific or maybe hunting something. They're pretty rare actually but I have more information about them in my books at home I just didn't memorize it all before dinner." You tell him.

"A hellhound."

"I'm sure that's not the kind of answer you were expecting but based on the information I got from Stiles about you that's the most likely classification." 

"And it doesn't freak you out?"

"That you're a hellhound? Why would it?" You frown.

"Aren't they dangerous?"

"To those that pose a threat to it, sure. Are you threatened by me, deputy?"

"No." He shakes his head.

"Then I have no reason to be freaked out. Plus it's... kind of hard to fear someone so cute." You shrug. A smile tugs at your lips as you notice pink creep onto Jordan's face at your compliment. He clears his throat and shifts in his seat.

"You said you have more information on them?"

"I do. I can bring the relevant material by the station in the next couple of days for you if you'd like." You offer.

"You'd do that?"

"Well yeah, it's an excuse to see you again."

"You don't need an excuse." He shakes his head. "I really like you."

"I really like you too." You smile. Yeah, it's good to be back.

***

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𝓣𝐇𝐄 𝓝𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝓦𝐄 𝓜𝐄𝐓

𝐽𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑛 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑥 𝑂𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟

❝ 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑀𝑅𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟'𝑠, 𝐻𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑜 𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑆𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛𝑣𝑜𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ...

𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑐𝑜ℎ𝑜𝑙 𝑢𝑠𝑒. ❞

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 ?? 🚫🚫

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 💬💬

I sat alone at the oak wood bar that my father used to take Stiles and I to, my index finger tracing along the rim of my nearly empty glass of Sprite.

If he has it, I don't know what I'll do... I can't lose my brother the same way I lost my mom. Scott said he'd give Stiles the bite, but what if he reacts the same way I do? What if this whole phoenix thing runs in the family? Derek said it's genetic... The bite could kill him just as easily, right? If he's-

My thoughts were interrupted when a strawberry milkshake was placed in front of me, the bartender giving me a smile. "I didn't order this..." I told him with furrowed brows, sliding the glass back towards him only for the man to give me a grin and point behind me.

To say I was in awe is an understatement... He was fit, tall, with brown hair and green eyes.. I'm a sucker for green eyes. As I went to hand the milkshake off to him, the man finally spoke up.

"It's yours. You looked like you were having a rough night.. And I also noticed you weren't drinking any alcohol so I assumed a milkshake would be a safe bet." The man said as I felt myself at a loss for words. That's when he smiled... that damn smile.. with the white teeth and dimples, he was beyond handsome.

"Do you mind if I sit?" The man asked, a small chuckle passing his lips as it knocked me from my trance.

"Uh- Yeah.. yeah, please.." I told him before pulling the treat closer and taking a sip. "Thank you.. I, um.. I needed this." I said, allowing the awkward silence to sort of greet both of us before ultimately giving in and bringing my hand up to my mouth as my nails found their familiar place between my teeth. Before I knew it, I was chomping down on my nails to ease my nerves when the man gently took my wrist in his hand.

"You shouldn't do that, you know.. you'll end up hurting yourself." He said. "I used to bite my nails, too.. My dad doused my fingers in lemon juice to stop me." The man said with a small chuckle before taking a sip of his beer, ignoring the fact my wrist was still in his hand. My wrist was still in his hand...

"My name is Jordan by the way." He introduced himself, grazing his thumb over the top of my wrist as my heart fluttered. It was almost as if I couldn't speak as I watched his thumb gently trace the small freckles on my wrist before shaking my head and looking up at him.

"U-uh.. Hilde." I told him as my voice cracked slightly. There it was again.. that damn smile.. "Pretty name for a pretty girl." Jordan said, his green eyes flickering down towards my lips briefly.

"You think I'm pretty?" I scoffed slightly as he downed the rest of his beer.

"Gorgeous." Jordan said, scooting closer. Unsure if he was drunk or if he was genuinely flirting, part of me felt like I couldn't pass up this opportunity.

"Do you go to college? What are you studying?" He asked me.

Shit. I can lie, right? I've slept with older guys before...

"Um, law.. law enforcement." I told him, shifting in my seat slightly. That earned an intrigued look from Jordan before his eyes grazed along my body.

"I could see it." He said, his words making my heart skip a beat. "I'd like to learn more about you..." Jordan requested. It was almost like a magnet that pulled the two of us closer, my brown eyes locking on his green ones almost in a challenge.

"Then why don't you?" I asked before pulling him into a deep kiss.

I don't know how it happened, but before I knew it Jordan and I were at his apartment already tearing off each other's clothes before the door was even closed. "Sorry about the mess..." He panted, slipping off his jumper before wrapping his arms around me once more. "I didn't plan on bringing home a pretty girl..." He mumbled, trailing his lips down my neck.

For once my body didn't heat up like it often did, it almost stayed level with Jordan's before I cupped his cheeks and pulled him into another deep kiss.

"I want this..." I told him, making him pull away. There was a relieved and almost happy glint in his green eyes before I was tossed onto his makeshift couch bed, Jordan soon hovering over top of me.

"Good... I do, too." He agreed, delving down to return his lips to mine.

The next morning, I woke up with a pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist making me smile as I remembered the night. Turning around I pecked Jordan's lips before his eyes fluttered open.

"Morning..." I whispered, earning a tired and afterglow grin from him.

"Good morning..." He rasped, pulling me tighter into his grasp before pressing his lips to mine once more.

"Mm- I have work, but I could meet you for lunch if you want..?" Jordan offered, breaking the kiss but still leaving our lips close as his brushed against mine when he spoke.

"You mean like a date?" I teased, making him lean back with a chuckle only to then push me onto my back and hover over me once again.

"Yes, like a date." He grinned, brushing his nose against mine before his lips soon attached to my cheeks and neck causing me to laugh before pushing him off.

"Jordan!!" I squealed, finally releasing myself from his grip before giggling as I leaned over the couch to grab a notebook and paper to write down my phone number.

"Text me when and where." I said, handing him the paper only to receive a kiss in return before getting up to get dressed.

Lunch rolled around, and with a few silly texts from Jordan throughout the day Lydia has been on my back about who I've been talking to. I couldn't tell her though... I don't even know if it's going to go anywhere with Jordan.

"I'm going to bring my dad lunch and I'll meet with you guys later." I called out before leaving the loft, unlocking my Volkswagen and heading to pick up something for my dad.

Grabbing the bag from the passenger side, I walked inside the station before seeing Jordan, my heart sinking. It took everything in me not to drop the food as he spotted me, getting up and walking over.

Shit.

"Hey! I didn't think I told you where I worked, did I?" Jordan said, dressed in a full deputy's uniform. "How are you?" Jordan asked, about to press a kiss to my lips before my dad opened the door to his office making me snap out of my stunned expression and jump away from Jordan before he could.

Shit.

"Dad! Hey, I brought you lunch!" I said, seeing the color drain from Jordan's face.

"It's not salad, is it?" My dad asked, taking the bag from me.

"Open it up and find out." I teased, trying to lighten the tension as I glanced over at the obviously stressed out deputy.

"Hilde, have you met my new deputy Jordan Parrish?" My dad asked, pulling a fry from his bag before eating it.

"Yep." I said, glancing over at my father's newest employee to see his pure shocked expression. "Sure have..."

Shit.

[socheckitout-mikey]

Hey! How r u? Uhm- I totally loved "cuddling with brett" because I'm seriously in love with him..but I was hoping if you can do a "cuddling with Jordan Parrish"? It's totally okay if you can't! Btw I love ur writing sm :)

heeey! thanks for requesting. i have never written for jordan before, so i hope that these live up to his character. i hope that you also enjoy what i came up with. it makes me really happy that you enjoy my writing! :') - mae

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Cuddling with Jordan Parrish Hc's:

° Jordan loves cuddling with you. Showing love through physical affection is something he enjoys, but he never wants to overwhelm you.

° He's always gentle with his touches. He enjoys playing with your hair, rubbing your back and drawing little patterns into your skin. This is a sure way for you to fall asleep, and he just softly gazes at you every once in a while before pressing tender kisses to your temple or forehead.

° Jordan never wants to leave once you've both started cuddling, especially when it's in the morning. Everything is so relaxing in this space when the sun is just coming up and peeking through the curtains. Nothing is better than being in his arms. However, if it's not a weekend, the important duties of being a deputy keep nagging him.

° You're half asleep yourself, trying to savor his presence and touch. He doesn't mind if you fall back asleep, but you're stubborn and want to be somewhat coherent as you snuggle into his chest.

° He laughs into your hair when you mumble about something strange from one of your dreams. It's muffled so he can't exactly hear it, but it greatly amuses him. He's wide awake and you're not.

° He prefers it when you fall asleep so he can slip away and leave a cute little note on his nightstand, but a lot of the time you wake up the second he's made the move to slip out of bed.

° "Where are you going? I was comfy!" You pout sleepily, your weary eyes peeking over the puffy comforter.

° "I know you were, but duty calls, sweetheart." He grins at you, somewhat saddened to go.

° "Five more minutes," you counter with those sweet eyes begging him to stay.

° "Five more minutes was fifteen minutes ago. I still have to shower and I've got to leave soon." He tries to reason with you.

° But you always win.

° "Fine, but it's only for five more minutes," he sighs, lifting up the blanket to settle down next to you.

° You make a pleasant noise, laying on top of him as if that could ever prevent him from leaving. He just laughs, wondering what type of excuse will warrant lateness to Sheriff Stilinski.

° Cuddling after long shifts of work is something you both love to do, especially when you're watching your favourite TV shows or movies. Sometimes you chat and other times you are quiet as you snack.

° Wholesome vibes all around!

° Jordan likes to cuddle when he's had a hard day. It starts when you're just fixing up a quick dinner in the kitchen when he's just gotten home. He engulfs you from behind, burying his face into the crook of your neck and sighing. Taking in your familiar scent, you know the tight hold he has on you is the way he lets you know he needs you.

° "Hey sweetheart, how was your day?" Jordan never fails to check in with you first like the true gentleman he is.

° "I'm okay. Are you doing alright there?" You ask, which provokes another sigh from him.

° Jordan likes to rest his head on your chest, right over your heart on these types of days and just listens to your heartbeat. It's the most soothing sound in the world that's accompanied by your fingers carding through his dark short hair. He falls asleep this way or just waits up, which depends on how hard of a day he's had. Being a deputy is not easy.

° Sometimes he likes to sneak up on you when you're busy and pick you up to take you to the couch or bed. You protest with laughter the entire way, but relent because he uses those gorgeous green eyes to his advantage. He calls the latter payback for making him late to work three times this week.

° He likes to rest his head on your belly when you're reading. He's always asking you to read out loud to him, even if it's right in the middle of a book. Sometimes he's annoying though because he wants you to give him a rundown of characters and the plot so far so he can understand what's going on.

° You just softly bonk him on the head.

° Jordan is like a radiator, so it gets really warm fast. It's good when it's autumn and winter, tolerable in spring, but in the summer it's way too hot for you to handle. You're then forced to swat him away when he advances for cuddles.

° "Get! You're like an active volcano with your heat." You protest, trying to worm your way out of his hold.

° "That's not very fair you know. You put your cold feet on my shins all winter! Summer is my time for payback." Jordan teases you.

° "That's different! I'm a humble human who needs extra warmth during the colder months." You retort with your nose stuck in the air.

° "And I'm an overheated Hellhound that needs to cool down in the hotter months." He counters.

° "Stick yourself in the fridge then," you giggle, but it's too late because he's got you locked in his strong hold.

° Being the big and small spoon interchanges in your relationship. Whatever is most comfortable for you both.

° Cuddling with him feels like home. His scents, sounds and touches are nothing short of pleasant. You're familiar with him and he's your soulmate. He loves you deeply and in these sweet moments you both can really feel each other's love.

° On the scale of wholesomeness ya'll are 1,000,000/10! <3

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Jordan Parrish x Ghost Rider reader Part 5

Jordan Parrish x Ghost Rider reader Part 6

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More parts on the way

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Make You Feel Better - Jordan Parrish x Reader

Summary: You get attacked by one of Theo’s Chimeras and accidentally out you and Jordan’s relationship to your dad

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: little injury; oral (f!receiving); fluff

Y/N’s POV

“FUCK!” I’m crying out, the pain in my arm sudden and blinding, the all too familiar warm trickling of blood making me let out a frustrated growl but I can’t stop to check how bad it is. Of course it’s me who runs into one of the Chimera pack that has been kidnapping student for sacrifices and of course I was going to be her next victim with the way she’s hot on my tail. I’m not too far from the main road and if it’s the time I think it is, Dad and Jordan should be making their way up the road around this time, coming back from their weekly check up on Derek and the rest of the pack at the newly rebuild Hale house. All I’ve got to do is make it to the main road. 

A wrist grabs my ankle and I’m flailing, the floor meeting me with a hard thumb and my nose throbs with pain. I struggle against the strong, almost bracingly strong, grip as if flailing enough will free me from her. By some miracle it works and I’m scrambling to my feet, sprinting up the embankment and my feet hit the tarmac almost painfully as the familiar sound of tires makes me relax a little but I can still hear her behind me. I’m waving my arms frantically at the Sheriff’s car, seeing the way Dad’s face has confusion, anger and then worry written across it. 

Something is yanking on my hair and I’m being pulled backwards but before they can do anything else Jordan is bolting from the still moving, albeit slowing, car and firing a shot in our direction. My face feels hot and wet suddenly, that tangy metallic taste in my mouth as I stumble straight into Jordan’s open arms. He wraps me up in a hug as I bury my face in his shirt, gripping it like a lifeline and he doesn’t protest that I’m getting blood on his uniform, instead he’s smoothing down my hair as my scalp stings a little still but the safe and familiarness of Jordan calms me down. Jordan holds me tightly, his arms warm and comforting around me. I can feel my heart racing in my chest as I try to catch my breath. The adrenaline from the danger is still pumping through my veins, but Jordan's presence is grounding me and you would think that after being part of the McCall Pack for four years I’d have learnt to not be scared of phased by any of this but nope. 

“It’s okay,” He murmurs softly, his breath warm against my ear, “I’ve got you.” 

I just nod, unable to trust my voice yet, still clinging to him. My hair is a mess, tangled and pulled out of its braid, and I can feel the sticky wetness of the blood on my face. I know I must look a right mess but Jordan doesn’t seem to care as he just hold some close, rubbing circles on my back in a soothing gesture as he waits to hear my heartbeat slow. My breathing steadies and my heart stops jackhammering in my chest as I focus on the comforting smell of Jordan: smoke; cedarwood and something sweeter like strawberries or raspberries. Without thinking I’m pressing my lips to his neck, kissing softly and Dad’s clearing throat has me realising what I did and I’m jumping back. 

My face flushes and I’m glancing at Jordan who has a mixture of surprise and amusement of his face, those pretty green eyes bright in the afternoon sun, being comfortable with Dad knowing our relationship. Jordan was just waiting for me to be comfortable enough to tell Dad as Jordan is his deputy and I didn’t want him to get into trouble or anything. 

“Come on, lets get you home,” Dad says, gesturing towards his cruiser and I’m nodding, slipping into the backseats while Jordan takes his place in the passenger seat and Dad gets back behind the wheel. I can feel my heart racing again, Jordan glancing back at me as soon as he hears it, brows quirked in worry before he smells the anxiety in the car, damn supernaturals and their ability to smell emotions. 

The drive home is short and filled with a tense silence, the only sounds coming from the hum of the engine and the occasional tapping of dad’s finger against the steering wheel which is something he only does when he’s stressed or he’s thinking about something intently and it just adds to my building anxiety. I can feel the sweat on my palms and the tightness in my chest, unsure if it’s from being attacked by one of the Chimeras or from Dad thinking without speaking up. It makes me almost bolt out of the car and make a beeline for the front door, rummaging through my pockets for my keys and beginning to panic even more as there’s no way I could have lost them in the forest, Dad’s gonna kill me even more than-

A gentle hand grips my hip while a familiar body presses against my back, leaning around me to slot my keys into the door and open it, voice soft and sweet as he speaks, “Your Dad said you left them at home this morning.” 

I’m glancing over my shoulder to see Dad pulling out of the driveway, a knowing smile on his lips, and I all but fall into Jordan’s firm body. He guides me inside, both of us kicking our shoes off and he’s suddenly grabbing my arm when he sees how much I’m wincing while peeling my bloodied hoodie off, gently checking the gash over. 

Without a word he’s guiding me upstairs to the bathroom and sits me down on the edge of the bathtub. He opens up the medkit and starts cleaning the wound on my arm with a damp cloth. It stings a little but Jordan is gentle and careful not to hurt me, taking my pain as he works. As he cleans, he murmurs softly, asking me how I'm feeling and making sure I'm okay. I can feel his warm breath on my skin and I close my eyes, just enjoying the comfort of his presence. 

After he's finished cleaning the wound, Jordan applies some antiseptic and a bandage. He checks it over one last time before standing up and taking a step back. "There, all done," he says, his voice soft and reassuring. "You'll be okay.”

“Can I kiss you?” It slips from my lips before I can stop myself, my hand reaching to cup his jaw and rub my thumb over his cheekbone as he looks up at me with those breathtakingly green eyes.

He’s swallowing, adams apple bobbing before he whispers out a soft “Please.” 

In an instant Jordan’s raising himself on his knees, lips soft and warm against mine moving in perfect harmony as our mouths mold together in a passionate embrace. I can taste the sweetness of his lips, a mix of the chapstick he’s wearing and the slightest hint of raspberries that I had smelled earlier. He’s deepening the kiss, pulling me closer and I’m slipping off the edge of the bath and straight into his lap, one of his hands finding its way into my hair to press my lips to his even more while the other wraps around my waist. The kiss feels like a warm blanket wrapped around me, comforting and familiar yet exhilarating at the same time. Jordan is gentle yet oh so passionate, his lips hot and needy against mine, a soft sound rumbling in his chest when I tug on his soft hair. I can the feel the heat radiating from his body as he holds me close as he stands in one smooth motion, keeping me held in his arms as he carries me to my room. 

When we reach my room, he carefully lays me down on the bed, finally breaking the kiss to gaze down at me, those usually bright eyes having darkened and he’s wetting his lips, “You okay baby?” He asks softly, brushing a strand of hair out of my eyes and smiling softly, thumb tracing my cheekbones. I’m nodding in response, hand finding its way to the back of his neck and I’m guiding him down into another kiss, this one much softer and slower. 

As Jordan's lips meet mine again, it's as if the whole world melts away. His kisses are gentle and sweet, each one sending shivers down my spine and setting my skin ablaze. His lips move slowly and sensually, exploring every inch of my mouth with a softness that leaves me breathless. I can feel his warm breath against my skin, his hand caressing my cheek as our lips dance together in perfect harmony. It's a slow, sensual kiss that makes my heart race and leaves me wanting more. Our bodies press together, fitting perfectly as we explore each other's mouths with a hunger that cannot be denied. It's a kiss that ignites a fire within me, leaving me burning with desire and completely lost in the moment. 

“Jor,” I’m gasping out, hands moving to unbutton his uniform but he gently grips my wrists, “Jor please.” 

“Baby,” He’s shaking his head in amusement before he makes me look at him, “We can’t sweetheart, you’re hurt. Let me… let me help in a different way.” 

“J-Jor.” I’m choking out, feeling a rush of love at how sweet he is, my breath hitches in my throat when his lips find my neck. He’s tugging at my shirt and I think my heart tries to take up skipping as I sit up to let him slide it over my head before he’s guiding me to lay back down, hands caressing my skin softly. He’s peppering kisses across my chest and stomach, leaving a trail of sweet and chaste kisses. I can feel his lips leave a few tender hickeys here and there, causing me to gasp and giggle, running my fingers through his hair, enjoying the feeling of his lips on my skin. Jordan’s touch is oh so gentle and loving, fingers dipping into my waistband of my jeans and glancing up in question. 

I’m lifting my hips for him and soon enough I’m bare for him except my bra and he sits back on his heels, looking at me with appreciation and love and as much as I want to cover myself out of embarrassment I don’t as I trust Jordan. His hands are sliding up the insides of my thighs, slowly and teasingly, and before I can make any sound of protest he’s diving down and hungrily latching his lips onto my clit, drawing a surprised moan from me and I’m tugging at his blond locks. He’s flattening his tongue and lapping through my folds in slow and leisurely strokes before he presses his tongue as far as he can into my heat, a moan vibrating through me when I pull on his hair even more. 

Deft and nimble fingers circle my aching heat when he moves his tongue back to my bundle of nerves, collecting slick on then before he eases them to the knuckle and I think my eyes roll back into my head when he experimentally curls them. My head presses back against my pillows, eyes slipping shut and his name falling from my lips as I rock my hips into his movements. Never in a million years did I think Jordan would be this dirty and needy with the way his other hand is gripping my hip, promising bruises and adding to the building pleasure. 

“Jor, fuck… Jor baby-“ 

“It’s okay sweetheart,” He’s murmuring into the skin of my thighs, fingers still working at an almost brutal pace, “Cum for me baby.” 

Hearing how wrecked he sounds sends me over the edge and I’m crying out his name, pulling almost painfully hard at his hair as waves of ecstasy wash over me, my thighs clamping shut around his head as he never stops. Only getting the hint when my hips are wriggling away from him and he’s pulling his fingers from me, keeping his gaze on me when he sucks them into his mouth, a soft groan leaving his lips and I whine. 

“Tease,” I grumble as he slides off the bed, finding a towel and cleaning me up before he’s grabbing me some clean underwear and a pair of my sweatpants. He helps me stand on shaky legs and helps me step into them, adjusting them so they sit comfortably on my lips and I feel like I want to cry at how loving and caring he is, “What about you?”

“This was about you sweets,” He smiles lovingly at me, brushing his thumb over my cheek and tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, “There you go. Now, how about some food?” I nod, feeling grateful and content as he pulls me flush against him by my hips, pressing a sweet kiss to my lips before moving to press on to my forehead. Just as we’re about to pull away from each other and head downstairs the front door opens and there’s a crash, meaning it’s the one and only Stiles Stilinski. My twin brother. 

“DAD CALLED, YOU TWO BETTER BE DECENT AS I HAVE PIZZA!” 

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[curses-of-the-void]

Meet Parker - My OC

Face claim: Elle Fanning (just her face, her hair and eye color may vary)

Hobbies: Writing, Reading, Drawing, Running, and Dancing

Relations: It will vary from story to story- in some, she may not be related to anyone, in others, she could be dating Stiles, Jordan, Scott, or Derek, or related to any of them.

Fandoms: She'll mainly be used for my Teen Wolf fics (there will be others soon, I'm just going through a hyperfixation)

Supernatural: Maybe? Might vary.

If Supernatural, then what kind?: I'm thinking a fae of some kind

Does she know about the supernatural?: Might vary, but probably not at first.

Does she know she's supernatural?: Unlikely. She just has this magnetic pull to her, which makes her really likable.

Age: Again, varies.

Will you redo the whole series with her?: Probably not.

Why an OC?: I was having problems not specifying descriptions or names. This seemed easier.

Personality: It'll vary depending on the story, but I'd say she'll be cheerful and smart, maybe a bit jaded.

Miscellaneous: She's got a touch of OCD and the tism. She also can get very red when embarrassed and cries when she gets extremely angry.

Tbc??

AN: I hope everyone will continue to read and enjoy the stories I produce, I am just not used to writing nondescript characters, and I'm finding it harder and hard to do, so I need a base to work with. Please don't hate me for it.

[allisluv]

in addition to my (ir)regular blurbs, would anyone be interested in me posting my fanfictions on here too? here's a list of my current wips:

PUBLISHED WIPS:

coming clean -- the hunger games // finnick o'dair x fem!oc (can be found here)

how hard could it be? -- teen wolf // lydia martin x fem!oc

nothing matters -- djats // daisy jones x fem!oc

punisher -- djats // camila dunne x fem!oc

blood runs thicker than water -- the hunger games // odesta

DRAFTED WIPS:

to love -- teen wolf // jordan parrish x fem!oc

silence of the brides -- criminal minds // emily prentiss x fem!oc

pushing daisies -- the ballad of songbirds and snakes // lucy gray baird x fem!oc

landslide -- twisters // tyler owens x fem!oc

silver springs -- top gun maverick // jake seresin x fem!oc

let me know if this is something you'd be interested in! if you prefer to read on wattpad my user is allisonslover.1 or if you have any questions regarding ocs (personalities, backgrounds etc) or summaries of plots, tropes, etc please drop an ask! (it literally makes my day when people ask about my ocs!)

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Stiles: "I can't believe dad hired a straight deputy."

Y/N: "Oh, Parrish isn't straight."

Stiles: "Since when?"

Y/N: *Smiles* "Since I had my lips wrapped around his cock five minutes ago."

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You Put Me On and Said I Was Your Favorite - Charlie Spring x Nick Nelson

Who's Gonna Tell Her? - Jordan Parrish x Fem!Reader

Get Used To It - Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

I Can't Imagine - Michael Gray x Fem!Reader

Lost In the Lights - Jack Thompson x Fem!Reader

Someday - Obi-Wan Kenobi x Fem!Reader

The Holiday Party - Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Welcome To New York - Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Lost It All - Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Try Me - Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

I'll Always Find You - Loki x Fem!Reader

When You Are Young - JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

Nothing To Chance

Pairing: Jordan Parrish x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: none really just Teen Wolf nonsense lol

Genre: fluff

Summary: Who knew visiting your cousin in Beacon Hills would open you up to a whole world of supernatural chaos

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"You know, I'm surprised this old bucket of bolts still works. When your dad told me you drove it to school every morning I almost couldn't believe him- but here it is." You hum. Stiles stops in his tracks, and for a moment Scott does too.

"Y/n?!" Stiles gapes at you.

"Yeah, you gonna just stand there catching flies in your mouth or give your cousin a hug?" You ask. Before Stiles can get to you though, Scott takes off into a full run towards you, lifting you into his arms and spinning in two full circles before putting you down again.

"What the hell just happened? Who are you?" You narrow your eyes at Scott suspiciously.

"Come on- it's me Scott." He chuckles.

"You're saying that and you have his face but the Scott McCall I know wouldn't have been able to pick me up like I weigh nothing and spin me around so what'd you do with him?" You place your hands on your hips. Stiles finally runs at you, nearly tackling you with the force of his hug.

"Dude you have no idea what kind of things we've seen. You're literally not going to believe me when I start telling you all the stuff that's happened in the last couple years, it's nuts." Stiles tells you.

"What'd you do? Start going to parties?" You ask.

"No. Well actually, we have been to a couple but no. Parties are the least of our worries man we're fighting evil, Scott's a werewolf-" Your hand comes up to stop Stiles from continuing his rant.

"What!?" You blink at him.

"Scott's a werewolf. That's why he could pick you up so easily." Stiles says entirely too casually for your liking.

"I would've settled for he's been in the gym lately. Werewolf?! That's what we're going with?"

"I told you you wouldn't believe the stuff we've seen." Stiles shrugs.

"I need some explanations." You frown.

"It all started when Stiles did what Stiles does best." Scott says.

"Stick his nose in something he has no business getting involved in?" You ask.

"Correct." Scott nods.

"Hey it was very important." Stiles protests.

"For the cops maybe!" Scott scoffs.

"The cops? What the hell did you two get into?" You blink at them.

"Well we were in the woods investigating... something and my dad caught me." Stiles says.

"But not Scott?"

"I took off. But trying to avoid Stilinski got me in a bit of a- situation. Something bit me." Scott says.

"Something?" You frown.

"Technically someone. Peter Hale." Scott says.

"Peter Hale?! I thought the Hales died in a fire." You frown.

"All but 2. Derek and Peter." Stiles says.

"Derek Hale is still alive?" You gasp.

"Yes, he disappeared after the fire but he came back a couple of years ago." He nods.

"And his uncle turned me into a werewolf. It started with small changes, better hearing, I didn't need my inhaler, I could- do flips and run fast and my reflexes were suddenly so much better. Derek tried to help, kind of. Peter wanted to use me for revenge. And now we're here." Scott shrugs.

"And now we're here." You hum. "I can't believe the Hales are werewolves. So what's this about evil you've been fighting?" You ask.

"The list is long and getting longer. Actually, you know what maybe you can weigh in on something for us." Stiles says.

"Stiles-" Scott warns.

"Sure, what is it?" You ask.

"There's a new guy in town, Theo Raeken." Stiles says.

"Theo Raeken- that name sounds so familiar." You frown.

"He lived here when we were younger, and we were all friends but after his sister died he and his parents moved outta town. So he's new but not new. You've met him for sure on one of your visits. So technically he's not new he just moved back." Scott tells you.

"Okay and is that a good thing or a bad thing?" You ask.

"Good." Scott says at the same time Stiles says,

"Bad."

"Don't start Stiles." Scott rolls his eyes.

"No no you think I'm a paranoid skeptic right? Well, Y/n has no preconceived notions here, she doesn't even remember him so she can be our neutral third party." Stiles says.

"I can see you two are on the same page about this that's great. Alright, Stiles what's your problem with this kid?" You ask.

"Some necessary background first, Scott's an alpha."

"Okay- I've read enough books to know what that means. That's like a pack leader. Yes?" You ask.

"Yes. Usually, you have to kill someone to become an alpha." Stiles nods.

"Scott did you-?"

"No!" Scott says.

"Scott's very anti-killing anyone ever. Even if they deserve it." Stiles shrugs.

"Stiles!"

"What?! I support your endeavors."

"So how did Scott become an alpha?" You ask.

"Apparently some people can become alphas by sheer force of will and that's what Scott did. He needed to protect the people so he made it happen. It means he's what they call a True Alpha." Stiles says.

"Okay?" You nod.

"See Theo says he came back because word's getting around that Scott's an alpha and he just had to come back to become part of Scott's pack but there's something about him that doesn't sit right with me. He doesn't seem like the same person we knew." Stiles says.

"Okay, so Theo's a werewolf?" You clarify.

"Yes." He nods.

"Okay great and I know we've established Scott was bitten right? Was Theo? Or are his parents also werewolves? Is that even possible? Can lycanthropy be genetic?"

"It is possible for it to be genetic, yes, the Hales are genetic werewolves, but Theo was bitten, so his parents are not werewolves to our knowledge." Scott says.

"And Theo's your age?"

"Correct." Stiles nods.

"So there's one detail I'm struggling with here." You say.

"What is it?" Scott asks.

"How did Theo get his parents to move him back to Beacon Hills?"

"What-" Stiles frowns.

"Theo's a kid. Parents only move for like 3 reasons, work, the wellbeing of their child, or extenuating family circumstances. I doubt he went up to his parents and said 'hey mom, hey dad, I'm a werewolf and there's a new alpha in our old home town so we have to move back there because I have to be where he is' so why did his parents move back to Beacon Hills? Because the story you're telling me makes it seem like it was his decision and that's not how that would work unless he's emancipated and came here alone." You say.

"Do I tell you have much I love you?" Stiles asks.

"Not since you were 12." You scoff.

"I will say it more often."

"You do not have to." You shake your head.

"Oh I do. Because you are a genius. Do you see what I mean Scott?! She's right, that's weird."

"I mean, maybe, but we don't know the circumstances. It might not be as suspicious as it sounds." Scott says.

"But it's weird! It sounds suspicious! He's weird!" Stiles says.

"Okay wait has he done anything worth being- hostile towards him?" You ask.

"Well I think-"

"No, Stiles it's a yes or no question has he done anything?" You ask.

"Not yet." He frowns.

"Well unfortunately a few discrepancies aren't enough to label him a supervillain, but someone should get to the bottom of the moving situation because those are some gaping holes."

"See?" Stiles huffs at Scott.

"If he's a bad guy he will eventually show his hand, just be ready for if it happens. And Scott, I know Stiles is- eccentric but you two have been friends for a long time. He's strange but his intuition is hardly ever wrong about these things so don't dismiss." You say.

"Thank you. I think?" Stiles says.

"Look we have bigger issues than Theo right now anyway." Scott sighs.

"What does that mean?" You frown.

"Chimeras." He tells you.

"I think I need a bit more information. Because I know what the word means, but to my knowledge chimeras are cats or dogs that have a mixed phenotype. Like a cat with the fur of a calico and an orange tabby." You say.

"Same concept- kind of. Someone's been making supernatural hybrids. Mixing the DNA of different ones and turning teenagers into mutants." Scott explains.

"Turning teenagers into mutants?" You blink.

"Yeah- we're not sure why but we know that's what they're doing." Stiles nods.

"And this is just the kind of shit that just goes on in this town?" You frown.

"Sometimes." Stiles shrugs.

"More often than not." Scott adds.

"Why did Beacon Hills get interesting after I stopped visiting every year?" You scoff. Your mom and stepdad used to insist on spending as much time with family as possible, especially after your stepdad's sister, Stiles' mom, died, so summers were spent here in Beacon Hills and winters were spent with your mom's family usually but it got harder to keep up with when you got to high school and started other things so you haven't been back here for a while.

"Well, you're back now! And right in the middle of some chaos." Stiles says.

"Are you staying with Stiles and Sheriff Stilinski while you're here?" Scott asks.

"I always do." You shrug.

You spend the afternoon with Scott and Stiles, learning so much about the way they navigate the discord that seems to now be stereotypical for Beacon Hills. The next couple of weeks are honestly wilder than you could've expected, even with Stiles and Scott's occasional storytimes about the last few years.

"Okay, so we have to go to Eichen. You wanna come with?" Stiles asks and you wish this wasn't a phone call so he could see just how confused you are.

"Eichen as in the psychiatric hospital with questionable at best practices?" You ask.

"Yeaaahhh we'd avoid it if we could but- some shit's going down and honestly we could use your help."

"What do you mean by 'some shit's going down'? I mean- sure I'll help but I need more details."

"Lydia's trapped at Eichen house and we need to rescue her."

"I'm guessing you have a plan?" You ask.

"We- do. Get ready I'll be at the house in like 5 minutes."

"Okay?" You frown. Stiles hangs up before you can ask another question so you throw on a jacket and your sneakers just before Stiles honks outside. The explanation of their plan is very much insane and as you walk through the halls of Eichen with Stiles and the infamous Theo, who he can't stand, all you can think about is how absolutely unbelievable this all is. Even when Theo kicks down a huge ass door and Stiles rushes towards Lydia. You watch him fuss over her as they have a hushed conversation that you pointedly try not to eavesdrop on. Until of course, because nothing normal happens in this town, a shirtless man covered in soot? Or ash? Or dirt? It's hard to tell in these tunnels, but he rounds the corner with glowing orange eyes and beelines it to Lydia and Stiles.

"Stiles!" You shout but the dust-covered man shoves him away too quickly and wraps himself around Lydia, erupting into flames as she screams into his chest. "Woah- why is that man on fire!?" You stumble back as the man picks Lydia up and carries her out of the room.

"Don't worry, he's on our side." Stiles says as he dusts himself off and follows the man.

"That's great to know but that doesn't explain why he's emitting flames."

"He's a hellhound."

"I hate that you said that like that's normal. A hellhound?!"

"You know- at a later date, I'll just give you an appendix of every single creature we know of- allies and enemies because I realize waiting for things to come up organically makes for a lot of this." Stiles says.

"I can't believe y'all just know people that can spontaneously combust and that's all cool and chill." You say.

"It's actually quite the opposite of cool and chill." Theo snorts.

"Oh shut up." You roll your eyes.

The next few days are spent memorizing Stiles' appendix while trying to catch up on everything going on and help stop the most current evil which- you'll admit would be way easier if you weren't so far behind on the information but currently, the goal is read up on these awful things called dread doctors.

Today you've decided to do one totally normal easy thing. You'll take your uncle, the sheriff, lunch at his job. When you arrive at the sheriff's station you head straight to your uncle's office.

"Y/n? What are you doing here?" He frowns when you knock on the doorframe as you walk in.

"I brought you lunch. I wanted something normal to do." You say sitting down across from him as you set the lunchbox on his desk.

"Ah, adjusting well to the chaos of Beacon Hills?" He chuckles.

"You know I just don't get how you don't completely lose your mind knowing what Stiles gets up to. I know my mom would flip if she found out and I'm 21." You shake your head.

"Oh trust me I do but unfortunately Stiles and his friends have stopped a lot of devastation in this town- it would be foolish to pretend otherwise." He shrugs.

"Hey Sheriff, quick question about the- oh sorry, am I interrupting?" You turn your head at the sound of someone speaking behind you. It takes a moment to click but you gasp when you recognize who it is.

"You're the hellhound." You say.

"Excuse me?" The man blinks at you.

"We met at Eichen. Well that's not correct we didn't meet but I saw you at Eichen. You saved Lydia's life. You look very different dressed and not covered in soot, hellhound." You say.

"Jordan." He says, though your words seem to have caught him by surprise, his cheeks are starting to redden.

"Huh?"

"You called me hellhound. Which is- fine technically but my name is Jordan. Jordan Parrish."

"Oh. Well then it's nice to actually meet you, Jordan Parrish." You say smiling at him.

"Wait what were you doing at Eichen?"

"I'm Stiles's older cousin. I'm staying with the Stilinski's for a while and I guess that means being in the middle of all things Beacon Hills chaos." You shrug.

"In that case, I hope to see more of you."

"Ditto." You smile.

"Parrish. What did you need?" Your uncle goes full sheriff mode on his deputy.

"Uh- it can wait. You should- enjoy your lunch?" Jordan frowns in confusion at the lunchbox on the table.

"Get back to work deputy." John rolls his eyes. Jordan walks backwards out of the room, crashing into something on his way and making you giggle. "You stay away from my deputies y/n." Your uncle warns.

"Oh, but that one's so cute. Come on uncle John." You pout.

"No no no no no, even if he wasn't my employee you cannot date a hellhound you and I both know your mom would kill us all if I let you."

"Mom doesn't have to know he's a hellhound."

"Are you suggesting I lie to your mother?"

"Nooo I'm suggesting you turn a blind eye if I lie to her. Plus I'm an adult there's no guarantee she'll even meet him. What if it doesn't get that far?"

"You've already set your sights haven't you." He sighs.

"I mean kind of yeah. He's so cute! And you should've seen him rescue Lydia, uncle John it was- so cool!"

"Just- be careful. Jordan's a good employee and seems like a decent man but you never know."

You spend another half hour with your uncle before deciding you've disrupted enough of his day. On your way out you spot Jordan has his desk and make a detour.

"Hi deputy." You say leaning against the desk. Jordan glances up at you with wide eyes. After a moment he clears his throat and turns back to his computer seemingly to hide the pink creeping across his cheeks.

"Hi. You on your way out?" He asks.

"Yes, but before I go I just want to do one thing." You say grabbing a pen and sticky note from atop his desk. You quickly scribble your phone number on it and place it in front of him. "You want to see more of me. Make it happen. I don't like leaving things to chance." You say and before he can even respond you leave. Let's see if he takes the hint.

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