#teen wolf fiction

[melioristicbeast]

I wasn't finished with the color scheme and scene from my heart boner drawing ♡

Happy Valentine's!

This one goes out to my friend K who pointed out I hadn't drawn them kissing yet lol

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Teen Wolf fanfiction recs:

Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski [Part 7]

"The Education of Mr. Stilinksi" (E) by zoemathemata | 5,746 | Derek Hale is going to hell courtesy of Stiles Stilinkski and his oral fixation.

"His Favorite Nephew" (M) by Anonanonanonana | 1,348 | Peter Hale was never good at following directions if he saw a better way. But he always liked Stiles' plans. That's what made him his favorite.

"Wake Up Dead" 🔒 (E) by bloodwrites | 12,453 | Stiles becomes a vampire at the very beginning of his relationship with Derek. Suddenly he's immortal, and everything changes.

"Red" (M) by ZainClaw | 4,371 | “If you try anything,” the alpha warns him, “I’ll rip your throat out. With my teeth.” Stiles laughs drily, tilting his head to the side. “Likewise.”

"I Will Wait At Your Door" (T) by entanglednow | 2,142 | It turns out that getting between werewolves and hunters is not a good look for him.

"Returning the Favor" (T) by aurevell | 5,164 | Stiles pays a nighttime visit to his boyfriend in secret, or so he thinks. Unfortunately, the Hale family has keener ears than he realizes.

"where we both could live" (M) by aurevell | 16,865 | Derek’s having a hard time falling asleep in his noisy new apartment. His next-door neighbor, who always seems to be talking or singing, is surprisingly helpful with that problem.

"The Bite" (M) by LeeHan | 6,601 | The first time Stiles was offered the bite, he said no, but the universe only gave him the courtesy of asking so many times. When the inevitability of the bite catches up with him, Stiles has to face his new nature. Luckily, he has Derek by his side every step of the way.

"Gonna Write a Classic" (M) by jezziejay | 6,607 | The sexploits that Stiles writes about aren’t autobiographical. There’s never been anything overtly salacious about his own sexlife, nothing that was ever going to be screenplayed for a porno, but he still has a very creative imagination to work with. Usually. Tragically, and frighteningly, his imagination has gone rogue on him. It’s broken, flatlined, missing.

"In Desperate Times" (M) by Nokomis | 3,454 | Stiles gets magic wish-granting powers, but only when he's in danger. He begins to teleport to Derek in increasingly awkward moments.

"In From The Cold" (T) by alocalband | 3,256 | Stiles stands on the doorstep of the Hale house, bouncing on the balls of his feet in an attempt to stay warm in the freezing night air, and tries to tell himself that this isn’t a bad idea. And it isn’t. It’s an absolutely horrible one.

"Begin Again" (T) by alocalband | 2,852 | Derek loses control of his full shift. This honestly wouldn't be an issue if Stiles hadn't shown up and made it one.

"Yes is a World" (M) by jezziejay | 10,207 | When the nemeton casts a protection spell over Beacon Hills, Stiles can finally go to college. Derek thinks this might be a good thing.

"Long Time No See" (T) by BarlowGirl | 3,294 | “Hi,” Stiles says when Derek opens the door. Stiles who Derek hasn’t seen in almost seven years. Stiles who his own father hasn’t seen in six years.

"but we were something (don't you think so?)" (E) by Melpomene | 9,127 | "This was a mistake," Derek declares. "Here," he tosses the car keys to Stiles, "go home. I'll take the acorn and plant it." "Deaton said it had to be us!" Stiles protests. "That's why I'm here, because -" Derek rolls his eyes. "Deaton told you that so you'd come, because he doesn't trust me." He pushes past Stiles. Once he has the stupid acorn and his phone, he'll just run to the coordinates and be done with it. Maybe after that he'll just keep running.

"Wedding Jitters" (G) by ladyblahblah | 318 | He wouldn't be Stiles if he weren't needlessly freaking out.

"Shifted" (T) by Wolfspurr | 25,074 | Of all the stupid things he’s ever done, Stiles is pretty sure this one takes the record, but it’s like a reflex that he just can’t stop. As soon as he sees the witch turn to face Derek, hand raised in Derek’s direction, he just jumps.

"inventing monsters" (T) by creationmyth | 3,840 | Stiles scoffs, disbelieving and a little mean. “Yeah? What good things do you have, Derek?” He swallows, keeping the word trapped behind his teeth because if it slips through he will not be able to catch it, he curls the chain around its neck and binds it to the tree out front to bark and bark with no one to hear. He just looks at Stiles, and Stiles looks back at him, and Derek thinks it loud enough that Stiles blinks.

"maybe we got lost in translation" (E) by creationmyth | 8,464 | The night’s spent branding each other’s names within the softest parts of their skin. Stiles has Derek’s name on his inner thighs, the base of his spine, spelled out in purple and blue along the space where his abdomen flexes under every light touch, down the tendon in his neck, above his heart. Derek has Stiles’ name in the fabric of his t-shirt, tucked within the band of his boxers, blended within the cotton and polyester, he’s got it on the back of his tongue and flashing behind his eyelids when he blinks. Stiles feels Derek in his bone marrow and knows that the remnants of himself are circling the drain as Derek runs the shower.

"ash is our purest form" (M) by creationmyth | 15,350 | In all honesty, Derek isn’t sure he wants to meet Stiles. From the word of fellow Berkeley attendees, it’s either a blessing or a curse to be acquainted with him. Stiles is both ends of two extremes, offering no middle ground and taking no prisoners. He heard from his dormmate Jackson that the guy is a total train wreck. He put it like this: All you need to know about Stilinski are the three S’s: spastic, stoner, slut.

"mosaic" (M) by creationmyth | 6,670 | “I’m starving,” he croaks, words whispered and cracking at the edges. “You were gone for a long time,” Derek replies in what sounds like agreement. Like he knows that Stiles is hungry. It feels like everyone knows.

"Dude, Werewolves" (E) by mysecretashes | 29,623 | Stiles gets partnered with Cora for a history project, and they become bros. Also, he kind of falls in love with her older brother, Derek.

"with the darkness fed" (NR) by Rena | 2,835 | It takes him several tries to dial the right number; his hands are slippery with blood (warm and sticky and bright red) and his entire body is shaking with the aftermath of puking his guts out, his breath is burning in his lungs and the phone keeps eluding his grasp.

"You Fit Me Better" (G) by Rena | 5,210 | Five times Stiles and Derek ended up wearing each others clothes on accident, and one time it's deliberate.

"The Difficult Kind" 🔒 (E) by whiskey_in_tea | 73,676 | Stiles is also trying to work on leaving shit alone, sometimes, but he can’t help himself when it occurs to him: they should take a road trip. They’ll have a bro bonding experience. Stiles can work out his weird Derek-related pseudo-crush issues once and for all, get trapped in a car with the dude and his farts and realize that all of the perfect abs and thick eyebrows and secret bleeding hearts in the world aren’t enough to make up for Derek’s particular brand of crazy.

"Bruised Like Violets" (E) by Melpomene | 236,381 | Stiles stares at the ceiling, completely flabbergasted. Derek Hale wants him. For real. This isn’t another Lydia situation, where he needs to pine and slowly try to work his way in from the edges of someone’s life. Derek likes him already. Derek is nice to him. Derek answers his questions and his texts and buys him magical things.

"Sacred Oasis" (E) by Melpomene | 4,643 | "I don't have a bathtub," Derek says, and oh now Stiles gets it. He gets all of it, actually. If he were a simpler person, he would demand that Derek admit that he's here because of safety and trust and a bunch of other girly emotions. Maybe Stiles would saucily ask "what's in it for me" and play coy.

"The Moon Gave Me Permission" (E) by Melpomene | 57,572 | “I probably shouldn’t tell you this,” Scott says, eyeing Stiles’ fries. “But Derek Hale is back in town. I saw him at the gas station the other day.” This piques Stiles’ interest. Oh yes it does. Like any good true crime aficionado, Stiles has his favourite case. His pet cold case. His hometown murder. The thing he brings up when he’s tired of small talk and just wants to get real: the Hale Family Fire and the Suicide of Katherine Argent.

"Desperately trying to figure out why the kamikaze pilots wore helmets" (M) by DaintyBoots | 1,548 | Brant was an expert at the swing, see, you had to time it just right, no hesitation. Wouldn’t want the damned creature to start healing half way through. So it had to be clean, quick. But this time, this time he supposed it was different. For one thing, it wasn’t some defecting rogue omega they caught running rampant around the forest. This one took timing, surveillance, careful planning. Alphas aren’t known to be easy to kill.

"Just Once" (T) by isthatbloodonhisshirt | 1,388 | “Did you literally just imply that while you were living in New York, you spent your weekends as a stripper?” “No,” Derek said. “No you didn’t imply it, or no you didn’t spend your weekends as a stripper?” Stiles asked. “You need to clarify here, because that wasn’t at all clear, and there is an important distinction because inquiring minds need to know. And by inquiring minds, I mean me, my mind, I need to know.”

"Low-Grade Mystical Shenanigans" (M) by wildhoneypie | 3,543 | Stiles is flushed and his shoulders are broad and he’s out of breath and he’s got that blood-and-spice rack smell of magic all over him, and over it all, there’s the smell of sex, like Stiles had been rolling around with someone just minutes ago and had run directly out of bed to the woods to do blood magic for his werewolf friends. The newness of Stiles’s body and his smells makes Derek’s brain buzz in a kind of electric stupor. He looks good.

"we do not dare to hope" (M) by xylodemon | 1,124 | Stiles helped open this door. All he can do now is wait to see what comes through it.

"i can't trust anyone or anything these days" 🔒(E) by wolfinglet | 700 | Stiles has words in his mouth. He puts them on Derek's skin. He's not the only one.

"Parked" (E) by xylodemon | 1,067 | The back of the jeep isn't really big enough for this kind of thing.

"hold my heart (it's beating for you anyway)" (M) by xylodemon | 1,667 | His name is Stiles, and it's nothing like Derek expected.

"Disposition" (E) by Tulikettu | 56,104 | Stiles has an itch. A kinky, kinda dirty itch he needs to scratch. So why not go on the Internet and look for a complete stranger to scratch it? Derek needs a partner for his rut. What a coincidence.

"Waxing" (E) by Tulikettu | 41,237 | The Hale land in Beacon Hills is being contended. Derek needs to prove he's not going anywhere. And the best way to do that, according to Deaton, is to have an heir. But they don't just grow on trees.

"The Great Grindr Incident" (E) by ColetheWolf & "The Great Grindr Follow Up" (T) by luciferswearingmetoprom | 2,347 | It's late at night & Stiles wants to find somebody on Grindr to jerk off with. Unbeknownst to him, Stiles accidentally finds himself sexting with Derek.

"Hallow's Warmth" 🔒 (M) by raisesomehale | 6,823 | Derek and Cora own the little coffee shop downtown, Stiles is the regular and talkative client that Derek may or may not be infatuated with, and the cold weather is extremely inconvenient considering it dusts Stiles' cheeks with a rosy shade of red and causes his breath to frost over in white puffs whenever he laughs.

"All I Want For Christmas, Is You" (E) by raisesomehale | 6,513 | Stiles and Derek have managed to keep up a reasonably active text-ship for the last few years (heavily due to Stiles’ undying persistence on the matter) but Derek’s recent inclination to jump around between continents paired with Stiles’ grueling school schedule has resulted in them not having been in the same room since Stiles left for Brown the summer after he graduated. The sight of him is like whiplash.

"summer tang" (M) by raisesomehale | 12,686 | It shouldn't come as a surprise to find Stiles now grown, it's been seven years after all, but it does come as a surprise to find Stiles has grown into... This. Toned and pretty thing.

"7 Minutes In Heaven" (T) by raisesomehale | 979 | “This is stupid,” Derek grumbles in lieu of a response, trying to point his body in a way that’ll keep it from brushing against Stiles' lithe front. He doesn’t succeed in the slightest. Stiles lets out a long-suffering sigh. “Our fellow party goers don’t seem to think so."

"Play It Cool" (T) by raisesomehale | 639 | “Ok, this is probably going to sound pathetic - no, it’s definitely gonna sound pathetic, but…” he nibbles on his bottom lip and leans forward more, like he’s about to tell Derek a secret. As he does, Derek gets a small whiff of clean sweat and faded laundry detergent. “I’m trying to convince my friends I’m a sex god, would you mind writing a fake number on this napkin for me real quick?”

"reGuardless" (M) by raisesomehale | 3,474 | The president had been to the point when he explained to Derek the rules of the job. Stiles was in the room while these rules were recited. The list went on and on. As did the games of chicken Stiles initiated to test Derek with these rules.

"Thrill (like white-hot wire)" (M) by raisesomehale | 4,291 | Stiles made the decision that Derek was his new best friend (and that he'll one day marry him) the day he shared his dinosaur chicken nuggets with him.

"the poets are right" (E) by endversed | 204,444 | “You need to get the fuck out of here before I call the cops.” Derek pauses a moment, his nostrils flaring just a second before his eyes flash burning red, his entire face screwing up in this expression of pure disgust that sends a shiver down Stiles’ spine. “Christ, and you’re a human? A human omega? What kind of fucking moron breaks into a werewolves’ house when they’re just a weak fucking human?”

"Oblivion for Two" (E) by publicdecency | 210,279 | “I’ll pay you to stop going around with other werewolves.” Stiles pushes Derek’s hand off of him, and Derek lets him. Stiles sits up. Derek sits up. They stare at one another. Stiles tries to laser through right to his dumb idiot fucking brain. “What did you just say?”

"i see that you've come so far [just like them old stars]" (G) by crossroadswrite | 2,304 | Everyone reaches for Derek in some form or another, but Stiles- Stiles is something different altogether because he reaches for Derek but he never makes contact.

"That's Why He Lets Him In" (E) by alisvolatpropiis | 12,446 | Some days he thinks he hears it when Stiles is miles and miles away, well beyond range for even his werewolf hearing. He thinks it might mean he’s finally going crazy after so many years of solitude, but that doesn’t stop him from liking it, even though he’d never admit it to anyone, if he had anyone to admit things to.

"breathe you in" (E) by forpony | 4,694 | How Stiles and Derek become weed buddies.

"All Taken Care Of" 🔒 (T) by elisera | 640 | “Don’t worry about it, okay? That was the first thing I got rid of once I had the pattern down.” “You what?”

"Recover, Reclaim, Retain" 🔒 (T) by elisera | 838 | Derek stumbles through the camp half-blind, head feeling like cotton and knees trembling, the spell on him making sure he can’t fight the warlock leading him by a chain and he can’t--, can’t even fucking smell--. “No, no, no!” a voice suddenly says next to Derek and there is a hand fisting in Derek’s shirt, jerking him to a stop. “This one’s mine.”

"Your Burning Sun" 🔒 (E) by elisera | 2,904 | “We gotta stop meeting like this,” Stiles says, wrapping his arms around Derek’s shoulders and tipping his hips up and forward until they meet Derek’s. A pleased sound escapes Derek; they’re both already half-hard, the scent of Stiles’ arousal filling the night air, thankfully drowning out the smell of the dumpster next to them.

"The Last Chills of Winter" (E) by LeeHan | 42,525 | “He didn’t magically charm me,” Derek shot back in his defense. “Oh, so he just regular charmed you?” Laura said with a smirk. “What? No,” Derek growled. “Was he hot?” “No! He just—“ He just had a laugh like a sun shower. Fuck.

"There'll Be A Future Down The Road" (T) by clotpolesonly | 6,885 | “Derek,” Stiles croaks. “What are you doing here?” The scowl deepens. “You break into my house after four years of nothing, collapse on my floor covered in blood, and then have the gall to ask me what I’m doing here?”

"all things together and under the earth" (E) by ahab2692 | 120,946 | In which a ragtag gang of teenagers somehow becomes Derek's pack. And in which pack somehow becomes synonymous with family. There's murder and mayhem, and a briefcase full of money, and the rebuilding of a home, and bruises and love bites, and tangled webs of private lives. And somewhere in the middle of all of this, Derek falls in love with the sheriff's son.

"Through Myself and Back Again" (G) by Green | 2,808 | If Derek hadn't reached out, Stiles probably would have burned and burned until nothing was left.

"The Light in the Woods" (M) by DiscontentedWinter | 36,507 | To honour a treaty with the people of a strange land, Derek Hale, prince of the kingdom of Triskelion, has to marry Stiles.

"Must Be Bunnies" 🔒 (T) by Jerakeen | 780 | “You will see the real animal within!” the hunter had crowed, and Stiles had pictured a bloodbath. Not… this.

"Inhuman History" (E) by Amazonia_8 | 36,776 | Stiles doesn't remember much about what happened the night he was to be introduced to the mysterious Hale family. He knows his mother is dead, but nobody can tell him why. He thinks it might have something to do with the things that happen to him, or that he can make happen, even though he's never been able to control it.

"Happy Birthday Mr. Hale" (E) by mikkimouse | 33,349 | He expected some level of chaos to greet him. He did not expect to see Stiles standing shirtless in the living room, wearing a sparkly tiara on his head and a pink tutu over his jeans, holding Mia's tea set in one hand and a plastic sword in the other.

"Come Hell or High Water" 🔒 (E) by blacktofade | 14,140 | As an alpha, Derek goes into heat, which means he has to deal with endless amounts of saliva at any given point.

"love always wakes a dragon and suddenly, flames everywhere" (E) by decideophobia | 7,124 | “Anyway,” Stiles is saying, as Derek tunes in again. “Everyone’s busy and I don’t wanna spend Valentine’s being pitied by my dad, and you have your Forever Alone thing going on, so I figured we might spend Valentine’s being alone together.”

"when you walk your body through mine" (E) by decideophobia | 1,146 | Derek’s hands are on him, following patterns across his skin only he knows. It’s maddening, touch alternating between feathery-light and firm. Stiles is so turned on he can’t think straight, can’t help the tiny, hungry, choked off noises that tumble out of his mouth.

"The Rest of Your Life" (T) by paradis | 4,168 | “Seemed like a buttercream guy,” Stiles says innocently, and grabs two forks and pours two huge glasses of milk. They eat in silence and when Stiles finishes his mouth is filled with the too-sweet taste of peanut butter icing and chocolate cake, and he’s full, but he feels good, too. He stares at Derek, who’s licking his lips after his last bite of cake. “I think I’m probably not straight,” he says suddenly. And Derek says, “I ripped down the whole top floor of the house this morning thinking about Laura.”

"Of Witches and Werewolves" (E) by alexenglish | 8,713 | “I need you to have sex with Derek Hale like yesterday,” Lydia says, slamming her bag down on the table with more force than strictly necessary, mouth a tight line of displeasure. Stiles chokes on his boxed apple juice, sputtering, limbs flailing. “Say it louder,” Stiles hisses, leaning forward so they can talk in low tones. “I don’t think they heard you in the back.”

"A Hollow Space" (E) by velveteenshadowboxer | 4,212 | That last week of summer in the year before his mother succumbs to her illness and his father turns to the drink, Stiles finally graduates from squashing insects and sticking cats’ heads on poles and directs his attention to more challenging prey.

"Give you that thing you can't even imagine" 🔒 (E) by LunaCanisLupus_22 | 11,014 | Mateless Derek thinks no omega can affect him like they do other alphas and he's about to find out he's very, very wrong.

"Happily Ever After" (G) by all-or-nothing-baby | 1,733 | He'd recognise that voice anywhere; would know it in a sea of a thousand others. He slowly turned on his heel to find its owner sitting in Derek's favourite tree.

"Ruined" 🔒 (E) by bloodwrites | 8,442 | Derek notices how the darkness inside Stiles is affecting him and decides to do something about it.

"Just hold me." (E) by bonerkiller | 1,286 | "Just hold me, you big lug," Stiles demands and Derek's arms tighten their hold around him, a pleased hum leaving him as he presses himself against Derek. Derek presses his face into Stiles's hair and a rumble rolls through his chest like something similar to a cat's purr. Stiles smiles against his husband's skin.

"Let It Burn Fast" 🔒 (E) by RurouniHime | 32,562 | “So.” Stiles rubs his thighs, snaps his fingers again restlessly and looks around. “Thoughts? Comments? Revisions you’d like to submit for consideration?” Derek weighs it. “Stiles, are you asking me to have sex with you for the good of the pack?”

"You would kill for this, just a little bit, you would" (NR) by alice9 | 38,837 | The Hales didn’t like him. He didn’t like them either. And for fifteen years he made it a point to have as little interaction with them as possible. It comes as a shock then, when Derek Hale turns up at his door one night, screaming baby in his arms, asking for help.

"A Functioning Adult’s Field Guide to Enemies With Benefits" (E) by BisexualGoblin | 31,433 | The six years Stiles was away for college, he certainly missed a lot—namely the whole best friend turned into a werewolf thing. But he didn’t think he missed enough to get replaced by a douche bag like Derek Hale. Now with Scott’s wedding looming, it’s the perfect chance for Stiles to show Derek who the real brains of the operation is. If only he could stop jumping into bed with him...

"Something With Explosions" (T) by suburbanmotel | 5,027 | Derek has become, for lack of a better word, untethered. Unmoored in time and space, flitting here and there and back again. It’s unnerving, disorienting, terrifying, educational. Apparently he missed a lot of things the first time around.

"Fine" (M) by suburbanmotel | 12,970 | Supernatural entities. Grievous bodily harm. Massive blood loss. Risking life and limb for others. Ongoing existential angst and questioning the very meaning of existence. In other words, just another ordinary day for Derek. It’s fine.

"Just What We All Need" (M) by Black_Calliope | 1,890 | Every single time, Derek lets Stiles in.

"With Blood on Your Teeth" (E) by Melpomene | 56,871 | When his dad speaks, it's in a carefully neutral voice. "You saw two wolves tonight." "One wolf," Stiles corrects. "The other was messed up. It had a wolf face, yes, but it was..." He trails off, not sure how to describe the wrongness of it. The way its muscles moved beneath its skin, rippling and bulging unnaturally. "It wasn't right."

"LUST (Love & Unresolved Sexual Tension)" (M) by theroguesgambit | 8,278 | The pack has to deal with an incubus.

"Incandescent" (M) by Hedwig221b | 7,290 | “You are trying to court our alpha,” sang Lydia. “Surely you realize that he does not reciprocate.” “He doesn’t stop it.” There was no point in lying. Paige was courting Derek. She would be a fool not to.

"Bare Hands, Scarlet Dawn" (M) by Hedwig221b | 3,484 | “With your bare hands, baby?” Derek chuckled quietly. “Damn.” And Stiles… laughed. It was short and stiff, full of disbelief and something raw under its skin. But, god, only Derek could make him laugh when his entire world was crumbling down.

"Just A Game" (M) by Hedwig221b | 1,839 | The gold on Stiles’ ring finger shined in the streetlights as he nodded. He sucked on his bloody lip — god, Stiles would never realize how much of a tease he was — and folded his arms around himself. He would wait, Derek knew it. Even if they convicted him or if it took years, Stiles would wait. He would never lie with another. He would never let anyone close.

"Birds of a Feather Fuck Together" (E) by calrissian18 | 26,144 | Laura is a crusader without a cause, Stiles dances like the whole world's betrayed him and Derek's having trouble getting both feet outside his door.

"Alpha Hale's #1 Fan" (T) by calrissian18 | 4,052 | Stiles trips a curse that makes him agree with everything Derek says. It's great. Until it isn't.

"Lace and Cologne" by Melpomene | 3,093 | Derek leans in close, then, his nose pressed against Stiles’ neck. He inhales slowly, almost like he’s savoring Stiles’ scent. “Did you want me? Like, back in Beacon Hills, did you want me?” Stiles asks, even though he knows the answer already. He just wants to hear it.

"Heliotropism" (M) by Waddiwasii | 857 | Like a flower rotating towards the light of the sun, so Stiles wants to follow Derek. But Stiles is no flower, no, he is a tree, and so he stays rooted; branches chained as he lies in wait for the sun to rise again.

"Backwoods Revival" (E) by Waddiwasii | 4,327 | Stiles had expected a lot of things when reluctantly agreeing to go on a camping trip. Bugs, for one, and maybe also one or two Kumbayas - courtesy of Scott - in front of the campfire. He had not expected his libido to make a raring comeback after months of being on hiatus, leaving him with the boners of all boners while sharing a tent with Derek freaking Hale.

"Tipping Point" (E) by Waddiwasii | 2,283 | “I knew it,” Derek mumbles. “Excuse you, Jon Snow,” Stiles replies, because no one ever taught him the appropriate response to coming in one's own pants. “You know nothing.”

"Fusion" (E) by Waddiwasii | 462 | "I give it like a minute tops." The sound of a zipper cutting through the air, a cold chill against his heated skin, fingers curling around his- "Yeah, make that thirty seconds."

"The Life Expectancy of a Fluorescent Bulb" (M) by suburbanmotel | 10,492 | “Do you need a ride?” Derek says. The light over their heads is flashing rapidly now but no one else seems to notice. “You offering?” Derek shrugs, not looking away. “Sure. You look like you need one.”

"Better Off (Un) Dead" (M) by suburbanmotel | 5,971 | The night before the day before Halloween, Stiles loses a fight with a vampire, eats an unfortunate amount of candy, and falls in love with a newly turned zombie werewolf. Surprisingly, the candy thing is the worst part of the deal.

"One life stand" (E) by Vendelin | 3,858 | Stiles is used to selling himself to make ends meet. But it's getting harder to keep those ends meeting, and there's only so much of Stiles to go around. Until a too-fancy car shows up in his neighborhood, and he meets Derek Hale.

"You make a first impression" (T) by Vendelin | 1,900 | Derek winces, as Stiles slides up next to him, and throws an arm over his shoulder. He’s wearing a pink party hat, and is holding a half-empty solo cup. “Derek,” he breathes, seemingly awestruck. “I didn’t think you’d show up!”

"Little talks" (M) by Vendelin | 5,387 | “Your favourite is here,” Danny says, smirking. “I tried to steal him away by giving him some extra attention, but he just looked uncomfortable.” Stiles snorts, though he’s secretly pleased by his regular rejecting Danny. “He always looks a bit uncomfortable. I bet he’s married with a kid and a permanent guilty conscience when he’s here.” It had been quite the surprise for Stiles to realise that he had a regular. A pretty young, hot regular, on top of that.

"Yield" 🔒 (M) by frek | 987 | It's early in the morning and Derek wouldn't want to be anywhere else.

"you know what really steams my soymilk?" (T) by HalfFizzbin | 1,082 | Derek finds a job, and Stiles finds Derek delightful.

"just once" (E) by stilinskisparkles | 20,583 | “I’m your bodyguard!” “Yeah, I know, and I get that you’re worried I am somehow living under the illusion you are Kevin Costner and I’m Whitney Houston, but Derek?” Stiles grabs his tie before Derek can stop him, pulls him close enough to murmur in his ear, “I can’t sing.”

"love & other simple things" (E) by sarcasticfishes | 5,997 | Five things Derek didn't know about Stiles, and one thing he knew better than anyone.

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That's 100!

[kymera219]

2 for Stiles and Peter?

2) A canon or headcanon hill I will die on

Peter ADORES Stiles, and that's just not a headcanon of my own, he canonically adores that boy.

S1 when he was feral he attacked his own relatives with no compunction, but Stiles was never harmed...ever. A light shove near a laptop was about the closest he got and that was impeccable control for a crazy man (Derek hit him harder when he smashed his face into a steering wheel). Not to mention, despite biting everyone else with no regard, he actually ASKED Stiles and then respected when he said No, even though he knew he was lying.

S3 it's Peter, not the rest of them that automatically knew chess was Stiles's game and he was the one to figure out how to bring him back from the Nogitsunes possession.

S4 when he was once again unhinged and challenged Scott for the alpha power, he threw everyone around in that church ruin, including his own daughter, but never touched Stiles, not even ONCE.

Then finally we have 6A, where despite making the Crack he'd just leave town once he got out of the hunt, Peter took Stiles's keys and got burnt alive AGAIN to make sure that the others would remember Stiles and save him.

Clearly whether you read a romantic or platonic tone to it, Stiles is the one person Peter Hale cares about above all others and I will die a gruesome bloody death on that hill.

50 Random Character Asks

[daintylovers]

sleepy stiles

sleepy stiles who can’t get a good nights rest without you by his side. even during those hot summer nights, he needs to be touching some part of you. winter has become his favorite season because you’ll cuddle into him more often.

sleepy stiles who swears that he likes being big spoon more- but he’s lying to himself. he wants to be your personal teddy bear, just hasn’t come to terms with it.

sleepy stiles who lovesssss a good nap. anywhere and everywhere.

sleepy stiles who needs some sort of noise in order to fall asleep. which mainly means playing his spotify. and once the selection runs out, you wake up to save me by chief keef??? which is chill, ig.

sleepy stiles who is impossible to wake up. you have to literally plug his nose to wake him. but when it comes to you having a nightmare, homeboy is awake before you are. it’s like his body senses your peril.

sleepy stiles who talks your ear off about the stupidest shit, before going dead silent.

sleepy stiles who can’t help but pull you as close as possible, if you guys aren’t spooning.

save me sleepy stiles

[dcangel]

one thing about stiles is that he absolutely cannot stay quiet when he cums, even if it’s in the worst situation possible. he could be home alone, or it could be late at night— either way, he’s jerking off to the explicit picture you sent him last week that he still has yet to get over. he can’t muffle any soft grunts or hums even when his mouth is closed. especially not when you’re letting him fuck you. his intentions when resting on top of you were innocent, perfectly content with being your weighted blanket. but something quite literally rubbed him the wrong way, and you felt it moments later. how could you say no to some not-so-innocent cockwarming? after all, Noah was in the dining room mulling over another case of a slashed-up body in the woods. clothes weren’t removed, just adjusted to allow his cock to slip out of his plaid sweatpants and into the small gap you left him between your drawn-down waistband and your cunt. it truly didn’t take long for vibrations of lost hums and whimpers to be felt against your neck as he allowed his hips to work lazily; his cock sliding in and out easily thanks to your building wetness. you really didn’t expect or want more from him, you just wanted him to please himself as you relished in his struggles to stay silent.

it was hard to keep stiles quiet, especially with the way the house fell silent after his dad drank himself to sleep, and there was no absent-minded muttering and mumbling to drown of the echoes of stiles’s growing whines. it was even harder when you felt warmth spill inside you and his hips still twitched as if one orgasm wasn’t enough. he was doing it to himself. grateful praises and broken whimpers tumbled from his lips that languidly tried attaching to your neck, and you didn’t even attempt to quiet him down. it would’ve been a futile effort anyway, especially with the way he absently began spewing mumbled begs against your neck to just let him be loud— to let him have his moment to openly relish in the feeling of you. and who were you to say no to your boy who took it upon himself to overwork his recently neglected body?

[perseephoneee]

want a book cover for your fan fiction?

okay hi. so for those who don't know (all of you), i work in book publishing and am working on boosting my portfolio. i want to try making some book covers for fan fictions! this would be free btw, but i wanted to reach out and ask if anyone was interested.

i'll basically read your fic and then make you a cover. simple as that.

mwah,

willa

[gege-wondering-around]

Masterlist + open prompt

Teen Wolf - Sterek

I'm glad you are alive | E | completed | 140k

the one where Derek and Stiles shares stories, dig up old traumas, patch up wounds and works through it all to make their new relationship works.

Changing months | E | completed | 26k

Derek couldn't handle the month that took away his family once, and he can't handle it when it comes again despite the better condition Stiles helped him reach.

The Emissary Deer | E | completed | 10k

Stiles wanted nothing more than to be in Derek's tribe after he had seen a black wolf in the woods once and he'd be more than capable to enter the alpha's pack by any means necessary, without much regard for what it would mean for his body.

The Memory Book | M | completed | 5.4k

When Stiles found out he had the same illness of his mother, there wasn't much else to do other than accept it, but Derek was right there by his side, staying with him till his last breathe.

Our Unsustainable Weight | E | completed | 6k

Derek is gone, Stiles and Eli ends up together as father and son because of their mutual loss. Although, not all hope has to be lost.

Rightfully Belonging | M | completed | 6.1k | Penny Prompt col.

Stiles has to come to terms with how Scott is treating him. Derek is there to show him the right way and to put together a heart he never broke in the first place.

Matryoshka(s) | E | completed | 24k

Stiles wants to avenge his father's death by the hand of a woman called Jennifer. To do he has to get close to someone else in the Russian mafia: Derek Hale.

A Bed's Blessing | E | completed | 6.2k | Penny Prompt col.

The recent nightmare that stole Stiles of his sleep and gave him shivers made him realize he had enough of a bed that wouldn't allow him to sleep even once, so he decides to do something about it. Derek, after the other's choice, has a surprise to unwrap at home and a bed to share.

Christmas Tape | T | completed | 1.7k

Stiles has a fun gift for Derek this Christmas and it gets both to laugh.

Pick Me Up When Our Eyes Meet | E | completed | 16.4k | Penny Prompt col.

When Derek gets the chance to save Stiles from the Nogitsune, he doesn't think twice about trying to rescue him by sharing their minds, but he doesn't really think through the consequences of what he'd end up doing for his packmate.

Antlers&Fangs | M | completed | 5k | Penny Prompt col.

Stiles decided that following a mysterious woman with antlers in the wood is a good idea, until he finds out that it might be the best thing he had ever decided to do.

Devil May Cry

Stronger | E | completed | 14.5k

After a decade of torture, Vergil has to confront not only the scars and marks Mundus has left on him, but also the reason behind his endless pursuit of power, all while protecting those he had admitted to care for.

The Sparda Family Chronicles | Collection

Small stories about the Sparda family.

I'll update this anytime something comes out, plus i just wanted to see the list so far just to boost myself up for writing more✨️

[blackhholes]

Monstrosity in Teen Wolf

Hybridity Is the New Metamorphosis by Harvey L. Hix / Skin Shows: Gothic Horror and the Technology of Monsters by Judith Halberstam / Monstrosity: The Human Monster in Visual Culture by Alexa Wright

Written for @teenwolf-meta‘s Meta May Monday theme: beast

Monstrosity and what, precisely, makes a monster is a topic that is discussed both within the text and the larger narrative of Teen Wolf. The most direct mention of monsters vs monstrosity is in *Monstrous* when Lydia tells Meredith “Not all monsters do monstrous things” referring here to Scott, which Meredith then flips back onto Lydia herself. It’s obvious to see here that the show makes a clear differentiation between what it means to be a monster and what it means to be monstrous. To be a monster means to be something unnatural it’s particularly about the outward facing part of a person, this is mainly seen with the shapeshifters who undergo a physical transformation which marks them as something different than humans, but Meredith referring to Lydia as a monster means that it’s not only the physical attributes which makes someone a monster. Being a monster is less about what you are and more about what you aren’t. Once you’re no longer able to be comfortably placed within the category of human you are a monster. This form of monster isn’t a negative attribute though, it’s a neutral one. It simply describes that the person is not a human. 

Acting monstrous is a negative attribute within the show, humans and monsters alike can act monstrous. Monstrosity is therefore not a description of person but instead a description of character. One of the most potent examples of this is in *Fury* where the viewer sees three different factions of characters. Matt is a human so he is per definition not a monster but he is a monstrous human, he stalks Allison and has spent the season carrying out his revenge plan by taking away Jackson’s autonomy and forcing him to kill people. The werewolves on the other hand are monsters who aren’t monstrous, at least to the viewer, they, particularly Scott, are trying to find a way to catch Matt without having to kill him or Jackson. It’s interesting to consider that the Argents, hunters who have always equated monster to monstrosity, have become even more radical after the death of Victoria, despite Matt’s actions he isn’t their primary target when they enter the police station, Derek is. Because, to them Derek killed Victoria by biting her and turning her into a monster just as he is. Matt is an afterthought, he’s the loose end they will deal with afterwards. The Argents therefore has the opposite understanding of the situation than the viewer does.

Humanity is also an important topic within the show, humanity is something fallible. In *Lies of Omission* the scene at the end with Scott and Stiles in the rain serves as an important look into the characters’ and particularly Stiles’ understanding of what it means to be human. When he says to Scott “Some of us are human” it’s a vocalization of the idea that to be human is to make mistakes and that humanity makes a person incapable of always doing right. As opposed to the in-humanity that comes from being incapable of erring. It is preceded by Stiles saying “Not all of us can be true alphas”, throughout this conversation, and even the entire season, Stiles has started categorizing Scott as something other than human capable of humanity, it’s not the monstrous monster previously mentioned either, it’s a third category of non-human. The true alpha isn’t monstrous but he isn’t human either. To Stiles Scott has become a sort of mythologized character who always does the right thing instead of being a real person who’s standing in front of him. 

[marshallseos]

the Visions (theo picking up smoking to have something to do with his mouth and hands when he gets jittery and coercing liam into giving him money for cigarettes (without telling him it's for cigarettes, but liam notices anyway because Werewolf Senses and Worrying) until liam gets fed up one day and just buys him a bunch of gum and a plastic ring band to fidget with because "dude you fucking reek and your truck fucking reeks and we both know nicotine doesn't do shit for you") plague me at night

[andreafmn]

Ours | Derek Hale Oneshot

Word Count: 3.5K Requested by @gracelynn318: "Derek or Stiles finding out that their significant other (the reader) is pregnant and they try to keep it secret for as long as possible" Warnings: pregnancy, pregnancy symptoms (vomiting, nausea, fatigue)

Summary: Derek Hale and (Y/N) have been together for a long time, and they didn't know something was missing from their lives until it arrived unexpectedly. And all they want to do is revel in the moment for as long as they can, by themselves.

A/N: this story follows 0% of canon, just the character's names. will admit. I am a horrible Teen Wolf fan that has yet to see season 5 and 6, and I've also yet to watch the movie. So, definitely an AU 😬also, be on the lookout for tonight or tomorrow for another surprise regarding this request 😉😉

Derek had noticed the change long before (Y/N) had. Long before she knew why she spent her days expelling her meals down the toilet drain, before she understood why her body craved more food than she could keep down, before she had even noticed that a month had passed and her period had not arrived. 

It came late at night. The soft putter of a heartbeat that felt so far that it could have been confused with the sound of rain against the pavement. They had been lying in bed, the exhaustion of living in Beacon Hills the only thing they needed to crash at night. But the sound had been bothering Derek. The continuous rhythm didn’t allow the wolf to lose himself in much-needed slumber. The sound kept him up, especially from where it was coming from. 

“(Y/N),” he whispered, running his hand up and down her arm to wake her. “(Y/N), baby, wake up.” 

“Mm,” she groaned groggily, cuddling to his body tightly. “Go to sleep, Derek.” 

 “(Y/N), I gotta ask you something. Wake up.” 

“We can talk in the morning,” she whined. “I’m tired right now.” 

“It’s important,” he chuckled softly. “I need your complete focus.” 

With a loud exhale, (Y/N) sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. The sheet fell from her torso, and the coldness of the night made her skin erupt in goosebumps. She rarely got angry with Derek, but she was coming quite close at that very moment. “You better have a good reason to wake me, Der,” she said. “I’m so tired I might just put off killing you until tomorrow.” 

“Listen, please,” he said. “When was the last time you got your period?” 

“What?” the girl questioned. “You seriously just woke me up to ask about my cycle?” 

“More or less. Just answer. Did you get it last month?” 

It took her a moment to think. The grogginess of being woken up still clutched her mind, and recounting the past weeks was hard. But her body startled awake as she realized she had not gotten her shark week in a month and a half. That fact alone did not scare her. She had always been irregular, and in moments of stress, it was more likely than not that she skipped a cycle. The problem was that not only had she missed a period, she had been feeling sick for the past three weeks. And the math was not too hard to do. 

“I-I didn’t,” she stammered. “W-why are you asking?”

“Oh my god,” he answered. “Oh my god!” 

“What? What’s wrong?” 

Instead of answering, Derek pressed his ear to her stomach until he could hear the sound clearly. Alongside (Y/N)’s quickening heartbeat, a quieter, steady pattern joined. It was too indistinguishable now. “You’re pregnant,” he said. So quiet he wasn’t sure if he had said it at all. “There’s a baby in there. Our baby.” 

“Pregnant…” (Y/N) could not believe the word even as it rolled out of her tongue. “I can’t believe it.” 

“We’ll go to Deaton tomorrow, but I’m certain. I can hear their heart beating in there.” 

(Y/N)’s mind was reeling. Pregnant, she thought to herself. The word felt foreign. So did her body. Derek had noticed the change before her. How could she not have known that a life was growing inside her? How could she ever be a mother when she did not even know herself?  

Without realizing it, tears fell down her cheeks. She felt weak and panicked. The strong woman that had faced the biggest dangers and far scarier monsters trembled with the thought of a life depending on her for survival. It was one thing to volunteer to protect the members of the pack. They were old enough to fend for themselves. It was another to be responsible for the life and survival of another human. 

“Hey,” Derek called. His voice sounded like it was underwater. So far away that she could barely hear it. “Baby, what’s going on?” 

She hadn’t noticed that she had stood from the bed and was pacing around their room. Her breathing was shallow, and her chest heaved as she took in short breaths, trying to steady herself. Tears kept falling faster than she could wipe them away. They warmed her cheeks before the air turned them cold. It was the only thing that grounded her. 

And Derek. Always Derek. 

He had gotten off the bed, and within a second, he was wrapping his arms around her. The warmth from his skin calmed her. It brought her senses back to the moment, steadying her rampant heart. 

“What’s wrong, (Y/N)?” he spoke into the crook of her neck. “Tell me what I can do to make it better.”  

“I’m scared, Derek,” she sighed, tightening her grip around him. “A baby. Here. Now.”  

“Why not here?” Derek smiled, his hands running through her hair. “Why not now? With you as their mother, that baby could be born underground, and they would be the luckiest child in the world.” 

“How could you be so sure?” (Y/N) cried. “I forget things all the time, I’m clumsy, I can barely redeem myself when it comes to fighting. If it weren’t for my weapons, I wouldn’t bring much to the fight against our enemies. What good would I be to protect a child? How could I be entrusted with their entire upbringing?” 

“Oh, (Y/N). You’re far more valuable than what you bring to a fight.” His hands cradled her face, the green of his eyes boring into hers. “You are the most caring person I know. If it weren’t for you, I would have killed half of the pack by now. You’re smart. You’re funny. And if anyone should be terrified of becoming a parent, it should be me.” 

“Come on,” she scoffed jokingly, her tears finally subsiding. “You’d be an amazing father. Temperamental, but great nonetheless.” 

“Well, I’m glad it at least got you laughing,” he grinned. “How about we just take this one day at a time, baby? Make sure we take things slow. Tell people on our own time. Instead of going to the doctor, we buy a pregnancy test at the pharmacy; confirm what I already know.” 

“But if you can hear the heartbeat, I am sure all the other wolves will, too,” she worried. “How am I supposed to take things as they come when everyone will know the second they come here?” 

“Then, I won’t let anyone back here,” he smiled. “I’ll have them meet me at the warehouse or at Argent’s place. We can say you’re sick with something and won’t be there. Or that you went to visit family out of state –I don’t know. The point is, we can do this, baby. I know we can.” 

“Well, I do admire your tenacity,” she chuckled, kissing his lips softly and hugging him again. “One day at a time, right?” 

“One day at a time.” 

And it worked. For two months, at least. 

That very morning, he went out and returned home with five pregnancy tests and a bouquet of flowers. And five minutes later, they all showed an array of dark pink plus signs and the word Pregnant on them. Just like that, it had been confirmed. A new baby Hale would be coming to Beacon Hills in eight months. 

They were excited. Of course, they were. But they couldn’t help the terror that overtook them as well. Bringing a new life into their world was a scary thought. The fact that anyone with knowledge of their child could use them against them was terrifying. Still, they wanted that baby more than anything they had wanted before. 

The child that grew inside of (Y/N) was the tangible representation of their love. Evidence that everything life had thrown at them had not been able to push them apart, not for a second. They had been through hell and back, always together, and they had come out of every single occasion stronger than before. That baby was the final piece to their equation. 

The next day, they went to the first available OB/GYN about an hour from the town. The doctor confirmed what they already knew, adding the new fact that she was around seven weeks along. The process was more than uncomfortable, but the result was well worth it. A tiny blob appeared on the screen, and the sound of a rapid heartbeat filled their ears. It made tears well up in their eyes. That tiny thing would soon turn into their baby. And even though it didn’t even have a distinguishable shape, they had fallen in love with them. 

At first, they thought they would pass the first trimester in bliss. That they would only grow more and more excited as the days passed. And they would have. Had it not been for all the symptoms that overtook (Y/N). 

She spent most of her day hunched over the toilet seat, emptying whatever was in her stomach. Even when she thought she could keep food down, an hour or two later, she would be in the bathroom letting it out. And if she wasn’t vomiting, she was ransacked with deep waves of nausea. Then, her breasts started to swell, painful jabs running through her every few days. In addition to heartburn and fatigue, it made her question just how worth it a baby could be. 

But Derek had been attentive as ever, if not a little overbearing. He had kept his promise of moving where the meetings were held, claiming that the loft was under renovation while (Y/N) was out of town for a bit. It wasn’t a complete lie, though. He used his downtime to clean up around the house and fix things he had put off for far too long. 

He fed her saltine crackers and electrolyte drinks, rubbed her back, and held her hair, and he loved her. Every day and every night, he loved her. Even when he had to stay up cleaning the bathroom or he had to carry her back to bed. He loved her through everything. 

“You did this to me,” she had groaned one day. “All I want is to eat chips and pickles, but I can’t keep anything down.”

“I know, and I’m sorry,” he responded, drawing circles on her back as he cradled her body in the bathroom. “Hopefully, in a week, it’ll subside. You’re almost out of the first trimester, and the morning sickness should get better.”

“Stop reading pregnancy books,” she whined. “By the time this bun is fully baked, you’ll know more than me.” 

“Isn’t that a good thing?” Derek chuckled but swallowed his laughter as (Y/N) gifted him an angry scowl. “Okay, okay. I think the ten books I’ve read will do.”

(Y/N) remained quiet and threw her head against his chest. His arms snaked around her body, a comfort she allowed herself to sink into. The warmth from his body felt nice against her shivering skin. But just his presence was enough to comfort her, regardless of the words she spoke. 

“I’m sorry I’ve been snappy these past few days,” she sighed. Her eyes closed as he wrapped his arms tighter around her, her head falling against his chest. “I love this baby, and I love you, but I don’t love puking all the time. And peeing all the time. And being tired all the time. I want to fast forward to the next few months.” 

“Hey, you can be snappy with me all you want. I can take it,” he said with a smile. “I will be right here every step of the way because I love you. More than you could ever know.” 

“Even when I’m all big and bloated?” (Y/N) chuckled, her hands falling onto the growing small bump. “They're already trying to deform my body.” 

“Well, at least you’re glowing.”

“No,” she sighed. “That’s just sweat.”

“Then you look beautiful covered in sweat,” he laughed. “Now, let’s get you to bed. Alright?” 

(Y/N) could only nod and wrap her arms around his neck as he carried her back to bed, laying right next to her. Even if he couldn’t take this discomfort away, he was trying his best to make things better for her. 

Another week passed, and things started to shift. The woman would only occasionally feel the need to throw up her food, but the constant nausea and heartburn had subsided. And once (Y/N) saw her baby's small fingers and feet in their 12-week ultrasound, she knew it had all been worth it. 

She also knew they couldn’t keep the secret to themselves any longer. 

The pack had become angsty. Wondering when (Y/N) would be coming back from her supposed trip. Two and a half months was far too long to just be with family. With no imminent danger in sight, they had too much time to check up on everyone else. 

“I think it’s time we tell them,” (Y/N) told Derek as they watched a movie. She cradled her small bump, something she had unconsciously started to do. “We’re almost at the five-month mark, and I think it’ll be too hard to hide.”

“Do we really?” he groaned. “I can just keep you hidden here until the nine months are up. They don’t have to know a thing.”

“You would really keep the mother of your child sequestered in these walls until I give birth?”

“Maybe even more,” he shrugged. “Maybe I’ll keep you here forever.”

“You’re quite funny, Mr. Hale,” she chuckled. “But they are our friends —our family. They deserve to know there’s one more person to protect.”

“I’ve just really liked this time,” he sighed. His chin rested on her shoulder, his beard tickling her exposed skin. “You know, just you and me. Basking in the time we won’t have once everyone knows and once the baby is here. It’s all I’ve ever wanted, (Y/N). A family of my own, that I can love and protect. A home that’s ours.”

“And we will have that,” she smiled. “We’re just allowing more love in. The best part, at the end of the day, we can just kick them out.” 

“When you put it that way,” he laughed before kissing her lips, savoring her. “Alright, fine. We’ll tell them next Saturday.” 

“Thank you, Der. It’s gonna be great.”

And it should have. 

Had it not been for the million things that went wrong that week. The A/C was busted for a total of four days, a pipe burst in one of the bathrooms, the paint they had ordered for the nursery had been put on back order, and the Camaro had to be taken into the shop for tuning. Thing after thing occurred, piling onto an already stressful time. 

Nevertheless, the week came and went. And before either of them knew it, Saturday had rolled in. 

To say (Y/N) was nervous was an understatement. For some reason, anxiety was taking over her body. Its claws dug themselves deep into her being. It made her veins run cold and her heart speed. She didn’t know how any of them would react to the baby. Even to the fact that they had kept it from them for so long. And although Derek tried his best to calm her worries, they had already made a home inside her head. 

“God, what if they hate the fact that I’m pregnant?” (Y/N) worried as she laid out more food than necessary on the kitchen counter. “What if they find the idea of bringing a child into a messed up world to be the worst thing ever?” 

“Who cares, baby? It’s our child,” Derek tried to reassure. “We are the ones that will be raising them. The ones to protect them. Always and forever.

“But they say it takes a village, Der. And that is one thing that I know is true. I mean, at some point, we will need their help.”

“And you really think we won’t have it,” he said, rounding the kitchen island. His hands traveled her body and, in one swift move, had her sitting on the counter. At eye level, he could stare directly into her glossy eyes. “We have been through everything with these people. Even the ones I hated at the beginning have become my closest friends. I’m 100% sure they’ll be thrilled that you’re pregnant.”

He snaked his hand to her chin, pulling her down for a soft kiss. But once their lips made contact, it was too much of a temptation to keep it chaste. Soon enough, their tongues danced together, and their hands pulled each other closer. It left them breathless and excited, wanting —needing more. 

“Uh, we can come back if it’s a bad time,” Stiles’ voice rang through the apartment, startling them apart. “But you guys did invite us here. So, it’s kind of bad on you guys.” 

“No. Yes! I mean, it’s not a bad time,” (Y/N) chuckled as she jumped off the counter, hiding her stomach with a comically large bowl. “We just got carried away, I guess.”

“The one day they decide to show up on time,” Derek grumbled under his breath. “Come in, why don’t you?” 

Before they knew it, the apartment was filled with werewolves, a banshee, other werehumans and supernatural beings, and their very own abominable snowman. The couple remained in the kitchen as everyone situated themselves, whispering under their breath what the best way to go about it would be. 

“Not to be pushy,” Peter called out. “But if you guys only called us over for some food, I have better things to do than hang around children all day.”

“You do know we’re all well above the age of eighteen, right?” Isaac retorted. “It’s been quite some time since we have been children.” 

“You’re still younger than me, correct?” 

“Well, yeah…” 

“Then children,” he said. “So, what is it? Am I staying, or am I leaving?” 

“Settle down, Peter,” Derek responded, biting back the urge to roll his eyes. “We do have something important to announce to everyone and would very much appreciate it if you just listen.” 

“Fine,” he frowned. “But you have ten minutes of my time before I decide to leave.” 

“All we need is a couple of seconds, really,” (Y/N) said with a smile on her face so sweet no one dared say anything else. “I’m sure you heard that I was away for a while and that we were undergoing renovations here. Which, as you can tell by the lack of changes, was not true. Derek lied on my behalf and moved any necessary meetings out of our home because I needed this time to myself as I underwent a sort of change in my life.” 

“Oh my god, you’re dying,” Stiles worried. “Is it cancer? Is it at least treatable?” 

“It’s nothing like that, Stiles,” she reassured with a soft chuckle. “But thank you for worrying. It’s just as life-changing but not necessarily life-threatening. At least, I’m hoping it’s not. But you could never be sure until…” 

“(Y/N), you’re rambling,” Derek whispered in her ear. “It’s nothing bad.”

“You’re pregnant!” Lydia exclaimed, a bright smile adorning her face. 

“How would you know that?” Malia questioned. “I thought you predicted death, not new life.” 

“It’s common sense,” she shrugged, disregarding the comment. “She’s been hiding for months. The place smells like paint, and nothing in this room is painted, so I can only assume it’s a bedroom. And she hasn’t stepped out from behind the island that just so happens to cover her stomach. Two and two always makes four.” 

“Except on this occasion, it made three,” (Y/N) chuckled. She walked around the counter and joined Derek’s side, her bump finally on display for everyone to see. “But, yes, Lydia, I am pregnant. Almost five months now.” 

A shower of ‘holy crap’s and ‘oh my god’s rained over them as, one by one, the pack got to their feet and hugged the couple in congratulations. They rejoiced together and started planning how to spoil little baby Hale even before they were born. Every single person was as excited and overjoyed as Derek and (Y/N) were, anxious for when the baby was born. 

Well, except Peter. 

“Yeah, next time you have these kinds of news, little nephew, make sure to make it an email,” he grumbled, looking at his watch. “Can’t believe I canceled evening plans for a pregnancy announcement.” 

“We love you too, Peter,” (Y/N) laughed. “Maybe if you leave now, you can still make it to whatever it is that you had planned.” 

“I’m already here,” he shrugged as he sat back down on the sofa. “Might as well take advantage of the free food.” 

“Ignore him,” Derek told her, wrapping his arms around her waist. “He can’t take this moment away from us. It’s all ours.” 

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Teen Wolf fanfiction recs:

Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski [Part 8]

"perfectly fine" (T) by sarcasticfishes | 1,859 | Even Scott’s alpha reflexes weren’t fast enough to grab him and pull him back as he bolted, sprinting towards the end of the pier where Derek was last seen. He dived into the water, and Scott skidded to a halt at the end of the jetty, watching the spot where his best friend had just disappeared into the water.

"i'll make the time" (G) by sarcasticfishes | 2,498 | Stiles had a schedule; he had a strict schedule that he adhered to without exception because he didn’t have time to do it any other way. In fact, sitting down at a rickety wooden table to watch his spin cycle and sip his coffee was arguable the only definite downtime he got during the week.

"laced and undone again" (E) by sarcasticfishes | 1,883 | Derek was fast approaching his breaking point, the edges of exhaustion and defeat about to take him, his body sagging against the crackling and sizzling wire, when he heard it. That jackhammer heartbeat, instantly recognizable. It was the last thing he heard before he slipped under.

"Time For Two" (E) by snarkatthemoon | 18,363 | Derek says, looking anywhere but at Stiles. "I know we said we weren't gonna do this at either of our houses but your Dad's at work, and I was in the neighbourhood. Plus I haven't stopped thinking about your mouth since I saw you with that popsicle at lunch."

"Well, No, That’s an Understatement" (E) by Pforte | 11,821 | Back when Stiles was in high school he did neither have an all-consuming heart-shaped crush on Derek nor was he desperately in lust with him. Derek is staggeringly handsome, sure, but Stiles got used to it years ago, when the most striking features of Derek were murderous intent, big teeth and glowing eyes. He used to think of Derek with plenty of homicidal anger, annoyance, a healthy dose of fear and eventually grudging affection. None of these past associations explains the breath-stealing sex that had just happened.

"Congregation" (T) by alianora | 2,216 | He could also start his own ministry. The Ministry of Stiles. Stiles' Badass MoFo Church for Badassess and Werewolves.

"Not as Described" 🔒 (E) by Febricant | 113k WIP | Stiles may have just accidentally embroiled himself in a bigger scandal than he was planning on if he’s just bought a slave from one of the most insular families in the city. He feels a little sick now that the adrenaline of competition has worn off, the enormity of what he’s just done only now sinking in. He’s bought a guy. Well, a werewolf, but still. A man. A man that Stiles, now that he thinks about it, can’t imagine for even a nanosecond doing something as mundane as dishes.

"spice up your life!" 🔒 (T) by callunavulgari | 1,890 | “I said,” the girl drawls, setting her elbow down in a saucer of ketchup and grimacing. “That this whole soulmate thing is fucking stupid. You’re supposed to find someone based off of the music they’re listening to? How would you even know what was really stuck in your head and what was in theirs? It’s complete shit.” Derek, who has had everything from Dancing Queen to the Barney theme song stuck in his head all night, winces, and says abruptly, “I think my soulmate is in middle school.”

"in the woods somewhere" 🔒 (M) by callunavulgari | 4,570 | Stiles buys a house in Virginia. It’s a modest thing close to Quantico, but not too close, tucked away into the heart of the wooded Appalachians. It’s three winters into living there before he hears a scratching at his door in the middle of the night, and when he goes to investigate, finds a large black wolf on his doorstep.

"Crazy, Stupid, Love" (T) by toraten | 13,717 | After Stiles gets possessed and de-possessed, he falls into a depression. It's a time in his life he's not proud of. He's unable to help his friends who seem to have no problem getting on with their lives and battling all evil that threatens Beacon Hills, with a smile on their faces. He's unable to do all the big things with his life he was expected to do.

"Bonded Twice Over" (E) by toraten | 7,535 | Derek hadn't necessarily given up, but he had stopped trying. He figured that if something were to happen, if someone were to come along who didn't try to murder him or, you know, murder anyone in general, then he'd be open to it. But he stopped hoping for it. There was no point it hoping for something like that, because he could be dead tomorrow.

"Should've Read the Fine Print" 🔒 (T) by coffeeinallcaps | 5,282 | “Hold on,” Scott said, looking from the wolf to Derek with his mouth hanging open. “That’s... that’s Derek’s wolf? As in, the wolf part of him? Like... in a separate body?” “Corporealized,” Lydia supplied with an unimpressed flick of her hair. “Awesome,” Erica said.

"Stay Still" (M) by onrooftops | 29,580 | They read the entry on the alphas, then Derek crawls into Stiles’s bed and Stiles joins him, and they fall asleep twisted together. He wakes up alone, but there’s a note stuck to his computer. Gone to let the others know about the alphas. Don’t do anything stupid.

"Wolfsbane" (E) by DiscontentedWinter | 52,435 | Kate Argent has kept a little trophy of the Hale fire for all these years - Derek Hale. When Deputy Stiles Stilinski finds him, he doesn't just need to rescue Derek from the Argents. He needs to rescue Derek from his past.

"B.S.T.P.H.T." (E) by dornfelder | 26,604 | Before Derek has the presence of mind to object, Stiles pushes the paper in his hands and makes for his jeep. “Just read it, okay?” is the last thing he says before slamming the door shut.

"Red Riding Hood" (E) by purplecatsweater | 14,760 | Stiles hangs out with werewolves. Stiles dresses up as Little Red Riding Hood for Halloween. It's supposed to be ironic.

"No Excuses" 🔒 (M) by trilliath | 5,483 | He tries to keep an eye on everyone, really he does, but they don't make it easy. Being the lone human at a party full of supernaturals means Stiles is the only one not drinking - not that "drinking" properly encompasses everything happening at this insane bonfire party.

"New Year's Eve, 2024" (T) by accol | 1,332 | Stiles has been away from Beacon Hills for a long time, and Derek has the stars to keep him company.

"Wilderness Adventure" 🔒 (T) by blacktofade | 3,391 | Stiles finds out that rattlesnake bites aren't as fun as they seem on the Discovery Channel.

"Face Down" 🔒 (E) by blacktofade | 4,245 | Stiles turns eighteen on an overcast Saturday in April.

"Cloaked in Gold" (E) by kaistrex | 57,859 | When son of the Alpha, Derek Hale, ends up in his bed in heat, Stiles decides to use it to his advantage and secure the Bite for his sick stepbrother. As he and his family are welcomed into the Hale pack, Stiles grows closer to Derek than he'd ever dreamed he'd get, but with the fanged Soulbite of a born wolf on Derek's neck, he knows he's just setting himself up for heartbreak. Derek has a Soulmate out there, and it definitely isn't Stiles.

"Strip Poker" (T) by kaistrex | 4,267 | When Stiles’ Soulbite manifests on his neck and makes it look like he’s been mauled by an animal, he takes to spending most of his time hiding it in the preserve. It would be the perfect haven if it wasn’t for Derek Hale being such a creeper.

"SiNverse" 🔒 (E) by bloodwrites | 35,520 | Stiles doesn't want to be the Alpha's mate, he doesn't want to be locked up for his own protection, and he's damn sure he doesn't want to be dealing with blood and werewolf parts on a weekly basis, but somehow that's what his life has become.

"Rhetoric's Realm" (E) by Waddiwasii | 10,563 | The first time he sees the boy he's sitting in Derek’s AP English Literature and Composition class sucking the tip of a pen into his mouth. It's intoxicating, the way those ruby red and plush lips fall open; the way he sucks mindlessly on plastic and ink like he has not a single clue what it might allude to.

"Love is a wild thing, baby" (E) by Waddiwasii | 3,166 | Stiles is eleven years old when he walks into the kitchen to place a tiny glass jar in a box under the sink. He doesn't want to catch fireflies anymore.

"Storytime with Stiles" (M) by Waddiwasii | 6,594 | In the post-college summer sun of Beacon Hills, Stiles revisits an old childhood book; rekindling connections with family and friends, as well as sparking an unexpected love amidst the heatwave.

"Pure Intentions" (E) by Waddiwasii | 2,900 | Stiles tells Derek that a ritual requiring an act of purity is necessary to save his life, but it eventually becomes clear that this act of purity is entirely different from what Derek had initially thought.

"Small Town Sundays" (E) by Waddiwasii | 4,479 | Featuring Small Town Stiles and Bad Boy Derek Hale on a motorcycle.

"A Glimpse of Us" (E) by Waddiwasii | 15,623 | Just because he’s agreed to go to the wedding doesn’t mean he has to be happy about it. And if locking himself in his apartment, cuddling his cat, and drinking wine through a bendy straw while glaring at the RSVP card can be interpreted as not happy, well, then that’s not Stiles' fault.

"Nothing Short Of Perfect" (E) by GotTheSilver | 27,019 | “Let me get this straight,” his dad says. “You’re telling me a witch told Derek and yourself that you could be destined to be together and now Derek will be going to college with you?”

"It's All Laura's Fault" (T) by calrissian18 | 1,680 | Derek has a 10-Year Plan. It's a good, solid plan. Leave it to Laura to ruin it.

"The Accused" (M) by dr_girlfriend | 5,878 | “Remember when I thought I was in love with Kate, and she turned out to be a murderous hunter who killed most of my family and blinded me in the process?” Erica’s voice was cautious. “Derek — what the fuck — of course I remember, how could you even ask? —” “Well, my mate is worse,” Derek said flatly.

"the distance between us" (E) by elisela & thePurebloodPrat | 74,276 | “Alright,” Jordan says, stepping up next to him and pushing him forward. “You’re going to get him some coffee, and when you give it to him, you’re going to ask if you can get his phone number and if he’d be interested in a date when the season’s over. Offer to take him to a Guardians game or something. We’ll let Allison and Kira plan out the rest of your life tonight, but take it shift by shift until then, Chief.”

"Warm Blood" (E) by Melpomene | 4,924 | "I'm a virgin," Stiles says because he has to. It must be known. "I know," Derek says, and it's not soft or kind. Just matter-of-fact. "I… I can't let you go."

"Stilinski v. Intimacy" (E) by primrose_path | 2,808 | For Stiles, sex isn’t about love. Sex is about power.

"The Trail You Leave Behind" (M) by hayesgeneration | 4,351 | After Derek throws out his bed and the couch he picked up off a sidewalk, calls a team of contractors and gets them to work on the hole in his wall and the other apartments in the building, he leaves California.

"Kept" (E) by publicdecency | 177k+ WIP | Derek Hale holds a gargantuan alpha paw out to Stiles for shaking. Stiles glares at it for a moment, eyes flicking desperately to Jordan for approval without thinking about it. He hasn’t moved or done anything without Jordan’s permission in so long he can’t help himself, and everyone in the room notices. Derek Hale most notably. He looks at Stiles’ reaction, looks at Jordan, and slowly retracts his hand. “No talking to alphas, is that it?” There’s accusation there in his tone, but it’s veiled. Thinly. But it is veiled.

"Accidentally in Love" (E) by Waddiwasii | 13,349 | He is an absolute fucking idiot. Alpacas in Peru actually sound a whole lot better than facing up to the fact that he just gave Derek a blowjob in the back of his stupid Camaro.

"After Hours" (E) by Waddiwasii | 2,453 | The edge of Stiles’ bed dips as he sinks down on it and buries his face in his hands. He can feel Lydia’s gaze burning into him, her expectant silence growing louder by the second. "You will tell me what happened," Lydia says firmly. "And spare no details.”

"What We Left Behind" (E) by Waddiwasii | 8,317 | “We had dinner at that fancy restaurant downtown—the really expensive one, you know?" Stiles says, picking at his jeans. "He gave me sunflowers. Can you believe he remembered they’re my favorite? And then, to top it all off, he asked me to run away to Vegas for a Star Wars-themed wedding. It was super romantic." There’s a surprised lilt to his dad’s tone when he asks, "Really?” "No," Stiles snaps, rolling his eyes. "He bought me a McFlurry from the McDonald’s drive-through and then we fucked in the backseat of his car."

"Quiet Relinquish" (E) by Waddiwasii | 3,311 | Derek isn't especially worried – Stiles always seems to understand exactly what he needs.

"The Unfortunate Act of Magical Bonding" (E) by Waddiwasii | 5,404 | “I am focusing! Focusing on the fact that we’ve been magically roped into the worst kind of fanfic scenario ever. You’re telling me,” he gestures between himself and Derek, “that unless we – ” He hesitates, the word catching in his throat, before blurting out, “Unless we do that, we’re both going to be in endless, agonising pain?”

"Intro to Crush Management 101" (E) by Waddiwasii | 24,383 | Stiles watches from across the courtyard as Derek Hale, lacrosse captain, human embodiment of unattainable goals, and Stiles’ long-time hopeless crush (former, former crush), holds court with his underlings - well, friends, but Stiles is feeling particularly sardonic today, and if the shoe fits, right?

"Flexible, Friendly, and Adaptable" (M) by MsCee | 16,294 |As a tour guide, Stiles liked to think that he embodied his company’s motto of being flexible, friendly, and adaptable. As a teacher chaperone, Derek Hale’s ethos seemed more along the lines of ‘inflexible, unfriendly, and rigid as hell’. Clearly, they were going to get along swimmingly.

"The dangers of deja-vu" (G) by MsCee | 5,338 | When something makes his new deputy seize up like only true love can, John Stilinski is prepared tease the ever-living hell out of him. He’s prepared to look up and see some pretty girl with a bit of an edge, with a loud laugh and a bright smile that could coax even his sullen deputy out of his frown. What he’s not prepared for is to look up and see a very familiar face ambling towards his desk.

"serve me lemonade" (E) by endversed | 19,279 | Do not hit on our professor,” Lydia says. “Technically,” Stiles starts to point out, “he’s just our professor’s friend.” “Technically,” she purses her mouth primly around the retort, “he’s old enough to be your father.”

"The Weight of an Enchanted Heart" (E) by PalenDrome | Marriage to the shape-shifting Alpha King of Lunansholt wasn't on Stiles' bingo card. His magic had other plans.

"The Trade" (E) by PalenDrome | 23,800 | On his 18th birthday, Stiles has the chance to choose his gift, no matter how expensive or immoral. Most omegas get themselves a werewolf from The Trade, but Stiles had always promised himself he’d never be one of them. That is, until he discovers that his childhood crush, Derek Hale, is among the local options.

"Focal Point" (E) by PalenDrome | 7,040 | “Please,” Derek gasps. He doesn’t say ‘Alpha’, but it’s damn close.

"A Wolf and His Boy" (M) by lovesrain44 | 93,401 | While running in the woods, Stiles is attacked by a feral werewolf. This leaves him marked but unclaimed, which makes it open season on Stiles, which means that any wolf can claim him and take him away. Derek presents a solution, but Stiles says the price is too high. After all, it’s only his safety that is at risk, so he can say no. Right? Wrong.

"buyer bonus" (G) by elisela | 6,821 | Derek’s out of his seat before he can think better of it. He’s going to ask him out. He’s cool. He can do this. “Hi,” he says, eyes flickering down to the glossy pamphlets of houses for sale that litter the table, and when panic overtakes him, what comes out of his mouth isn’t any of those things. “I’m thinking about buying a new place. Are you an agent?” Ah, crap.

"Out of Order" (M) by moodwriter | 3,812 | Stiles gets hurt, and Derek gets protective.

"Touching You" (M) by moodwriter | 1,839 | Just a first time, coming in pants -story with some dirty words and blushing.

"That Which You Cannot Undo" (E) by uraneia | 28,181 | By twenty-eight, Stiles has resigned himself to a quiet life of working in his magic shop, selling Jackson Whittemore fart-inducing tea, and looking after his goddaughter. It's a good life. But the quiet goes to hell when his sister, Lydia, shows up with a crispy werewolf in her trunk and a bite mark on her shoulder, because hard on her heels comes the hottest person Stiles has ever seen, and he happens to be looking for his uncle.

"These Woods Sigh" (E) by blacktofade | 80,334 | Derek and Stiles never plan to start a family together, it just happens.

"Lines of Ink" 🔒 (T) by blacktofade | 1,363 | Stiles learns about runes and how to use them to his advantage.

"The Sun Comes Crashing In" 🔒 (E) by pinetreelady | 26,543 | A story in which Derek makes jam and pines, and Stiles and his dad have a farm.

"Mercy Has a Human Heart" (E) by the_deep_magic | 6,161 | It only hurts if he tries to fight it.

"If You're Going Through Hell, Call For Back-up" 🔒 (T) by Brigantine | 12,542 | Something carnivorous has landed in Beacon Hills, and Sheriff Jim Stilinski would prefer his son stay out of the woods at night. When Stiles takes up running in the preserve, Deputy Derek Hale gets cranky.

"Mortal Peril On the Side" 🔒 (M) by Brigantine | 9,898 | Stiles and Derek figure things out. Sheriff Stilinski remains remarkably calm. Stiles gets some advice from two of his mother's friends.

"Patience, Less a Virtue Than a Blade" 🔒 (G) by Brigantine | 1,455 | Stiles's dad is willing to wait to get the answers he needs, but not indefinitely.

"You Are My Fire" (T) by omelet | 8,422 | Derek thinks this is getting a little out of hand. Because honestly, he never would have guessed that he would one day come to own a firemen-themed calendar.

"Tis The Season Baristas Fear The Most" (T) by stilinskisparkles | 5,470 | Scott is hands down the worst barista Derek has ever hired. But it's Christmas and apparently that means something to some people.

"Dirt King, Black Crown" (E) by A Devil Like You | 3,640 | Stiles is the new kid in a Catholic College, just back from a bit of a pilgrimage to see old family in Poland. Derek Hale is the golden boy on campus, the one selected to show him around, make him feel at home. Only they spark something in each other, something as dangerous and arresting as a flickering flame.

"don't need to say" (E) by lilysaid | 28,128 | Stiles and Derek spend two weeks on a mission during which the Sheriff definitely discovers his son isn't where he said he would be, the boys accidentally trip a magical bond, and Stiles obsesses about a certain shower.

"Emergency Contact" (T) by Leslie_Knope | 8,145 | He feels decently well-equipped to handle rogue werewolves, kanimas, fucking faeries, or whatever other supernatural-monster-of-the-week that the universe decides to throw at them. A plain old car accident is a completely different story.

"In Which Laura Is Never Going To Let Derek Live This Down" (T) by Omimouse | 1,587 | You’ve got “Help! Save me!” on your wrist. So you do the martial arts classes, and ROTC, and get a concealed carry permit, you are READY, you are SO up for this… and then one day you’re at a friend’s house, and someone comes pounding down the stairs laughing and ducks behind you and goes “Help! Save me!” and that’s how you find out your soulmate was escaping a tickle fight.

"The Alexandrian Solution" (E) by Bexless | 5,317 | "I accept your body!" Stiles says hurriedly. "I accept you. Sexually." There is a pause. Derek says, "Thanks."

"Lest the Fire Consume" (E) by the_ragnarok | 10,653 | 5 times Derek recognized his mate, and the time Stiles recognized him in return.

"Bite Down Hard" (E) by KuriKuri | In which Secret Service Agent Derek Hale accidentally gets bonded to First Son Stiles Stilinski.

"Ssshhh! (or the voice in my head will have to shout)" (E) by mirrorkill | 20,288 | Things in Beacon Hills are always weird, but Deputy Derek Hale is pretty damn sure he's getting the brunt of this week's insanity. There's a serial killer in town getting their kicks by posing people weirdly and maybe the local coven is to blame. His mom's setting up his sister with his new boss's cute son. There's some guy talking in his head.

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Bedtime Books and Brews

Teen Wolf | Sterek | General | 3,160 words

Masterlist | Read on AO3

Derek wrote an entire book because of a crush and will now win the cutes getting together story ever. He would agree to if he didn’t have to recount the story on a popular talk show while trying not to turn a million shades of read.

It all felt so cliche. How many times could you hear about how someone’s neighbors were being too loud so they went to work at a coffee shop/book store/library and ended up falling for the cute employee? Well, you’d have to hear it at least one more time is you wanted to know how Derek fell in love with Stiles.

His apartment was so loud. The couple next door just had a baby. They also either adopted a poltergeist or a cat, he wasn’t sure which, that liked to yowl at random and knocked thing off shelves constantly. It made Derek feel very thankful for his own cat, even if he would glare at Derek as if the noise were his fault.

Derek remember the frist time he told Stiles the cat’s name and how scandalized he was by it.

“You named your cat Darcy,” Stiles asked in object horror.

“What’s wrong with his name? It’s from—”

“Ya, ya. From Pride and Prejudice, which is the correct name to pick from that book, by the way, but that’s not a cat’s name!” Stiles was never still, even standing in place, he was waving and gesturing as he talked. “Cat names are– like– Cardboard or Salami or Shit Head or Cornelius.”

“Do you have a cat,” Derek asked and Stiles whipped out his phone.

“I have two,” he showed Derek a picture. “The grey one is Porkchop and the orange one is Abraham de Lacy Giuseppe Casey Thomas O'Malley,” Stiles said proudly.

Derek just stared at Stiles, who was trying very hard not to laugh. “The cat from Aristocats?”

“He is Thomas O’Malley the alley cat! Respect his title,” Stiles joked.

See, the trouble was, Derek did his best writing at night, meaning there weren’t that many places he could escape to for peace and quiet at nine in the evening. Maybe that was for the best, thought, because when he looked up open coffee shops, he found a little hideaway by the name of ‘Bedtime Books and Brews’.

It was a small, cluttered store but it made it feel inviting rather than hectic. With floor to ceiling book shelves, vining plants, and little reading nooks that were cut into the book shelves themselves, there were plenty of places to sit in the quiet and write. The dark green of the walls continued up to the ceiling where the usual harsh LED lights had been replaced with something softer. 

Derek found himself sitting among the classics where a high, locked shelf held special editions. The small table he settled at had a lamp that was meant to look like a candle but was just bright enough to see. He set his laptop on the table and set his notebook to the right. He carefully set out a pencil, a black pen, and an eraser. He looked to make sure he had each color of pen in his pencil pocket, each color corresponding to a different draft. Once everything was set, he only needed to write.

Clicking through ideas and drafts, he tried to find something that drew him in, something he wanted to write. Even if it was just a line or two or a random scene he’d fit in later but nothing came. 

Really, he needed to keep working on the next book in his mystery series, the series’s fanbase was up in arms about the cliffhanger of the last book– his main character had come home to find their entire house had be emptied while they were gone and their best friend missing. The trouble was, he wasn’t even sure how the cliffhanger should be sated. 

Sure, he knew what was supposed to happen and he’d been dropping small hints about it in previous books– the best friend was planted in the character’s life by the same organization that had ruined the character’s family business and framed his mother for it. He just… he couldn’t get the words out of his head other than to jot down the plot. So, there he was, looking for inspiration.

“Hey, welcome in,” a voice said and Derek looked up from his computer. 

Standing at the end of the isle of shelves was a tall man in a baggy, worn band-t with a flannel over shirt, jeans and beat-up sneakers. He had a pair of wired earbuds with only one in. He looked to be around Derek’s age, somewhere in his mid to late twenties, with messy brown hair and a bright smile even in the dim light. 

“Sorry, if I startled you. I’m Stiles and, uh, if you want coffee or want to know where anything is, I’ll be in the back at the counter,” He said, pointing at the register deeper into the store, and Derek nodded. “I, uh, also have hot tea and hot chocolate if that’s more your speed. And I just picked up some decaf coffee too, so I can make that. There’s also some cookies and brownies and banana bread too. If you like bananas, you’ll have to tell me how it tastes because it’s a new recipe…” He twisted his loose earbud between two fingers, fidgeting as he stood. “I’ll, uh… I’ll let you get back to whatever you were doing. Ya, I’m Stiles so just let me know if I can do anything for you.”

Stiles wandered away, mumbling something that Derek couldn't hear. 

With the brief interruption gone, Derek was once again left looking at a blank document. If he could just write something– one sentence– he’d feel better. Just something.

He closed his laptop and sighed. Looking around him again, his eyes caught on a large set of vines hanging down the shelves to his right. All of the hanging vines were coming from a single plant. He carefully touched the leaf, surprised that it was real. There were plants scattered amongst the shelves and he wondered if they were all real and how they survived in the dark space.

Derek stood, looking at the different editions of the stories he loved. He smiled when he found a copy of The Prince and the Pauper. His mother had read it to him when he was younger. She was a college English professor and had raised each of her kids with a love of reading. 

Derek had loved books for as long as he could remember. He’d never quite fit in as a kid so he found his greatest escape in the other worlds people created and dreamed of creating his own. In a book, he didn’t have to figure out what other people were thinking or how things he said would effect them. He could find patterns and foreshadowing to know what was next.

He wandered into the mystery section, curious to see if he could find his own name in the rows. He was still surprised and excited to find his own books in stores, even if his series had seen its five minutes of fame on social media– his friend Erica had sent him a video of people in a book recommendation group she was a part of ranting and raving about the first book. Sure enough, he came across his books on the shelf. 

He was surprised to see not just his series but a few of his stand alone novels. His face and ears turned pink at the discovery. Someone had purposely ordered his work, not just picking the popular releases.

“Are you a fan?”

Derek jumped, face burning red when he turned and saw Stiles next to him. 

This close, he could see Stiles’s face better. He could see the littered freckles and moles, the way the light cough in his brown eyes, his thick eyelashes, his fill lips. Derek’s heart jumped, doing nothing to help the red of his face. God, he felt like a stupid teenager.

Stiles laughed, “sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He smiled, staring to put away the books in his arms. “Just putting some new arrivals away and I noticed you looking. The Fortune Lost series is one of my friends’ favorites at the moment. What did you think of the second book’s cliffhanger?”

“Have you read them,” Derek asked nervously. He really didn't like people in his day to day life knowing he'd written the series. He’d only told a few of his close friends and his family.

“Well, not exactly,” Stiles said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I got the double-whammy of ADHD and Dyslexia so I usually wait for an audio book but Lydia, she's totally hooked and she'll explain what happens so she can rant to me.

“But you have a bookstore?”

“Ya and there’s a whole section of books with that font that’s meant to help dyslexic people. It’s crazy that they don’t print every book in like that. The first time I saw it in an actual print book was Percy Jackson and it’s so cool the difference it makes. If only there was a font that would help with my inability to finish a series cause, you know, you finish it and it’s like losing the characters but I guess that’s what fanfiction’s for, right?”

Derek nodded, “it is. So you can tell your own version.”

“Man, I wish I could write stories like that,” Stiles said, putting away the last few books he was holding. “I always end up in a mess of words and bad explanations and nothings in the right place. I think a toddler could tell a story better. It really sucks, too, because– you know how people will, like tell themself a story to get to bed– I’ve been making up stories and details about the same world in my head since I was, like, five. I mean, I made up detailed magic systems and what money they use and the way people look and how they talk and their jobs and the creatures they keep and—” Stiles glanced at Derek and cut himself off. “Sorry, I know you don’t really care. I tend to ramble. Do you want coffee or tea or…”

But Derek did care. He did want to know more, but how could he ask with out seeming weird? “What kind of tea do you have?”

Stiles smiled and waved for Derek to follow him up to the counter.

“I like that you don’t play music,” Derek said as he followed Stiles to the coffee bar.

“Huh? Oh, ya. I think must people prefer to listen to their own music anyway, especially if they’re working in the shelves so It just ends up getting distracting. Plus, not everyone likes the same music and my music doesn’t really fit the chill, cozy vibe,” Stiles explain, rounding the counter. “Anything specific you like? Or don’t like? Or are allergic too?”

“I don’t like green tea.”

“Oh, I’m totally with you there,” Stiles agreed with a laugh. “Actually, I think I have one you’ll like.” He opened a cabinet and started to move boxes of tea. He finally grabbed a bag of loose leaf tea and showed it to Derek. “They named it ‘The Fox and the Wolf’ but it’s a cinnamon and raspberry black tea. Interested?”

“Sure,” Derek said and Stiles turned to start fixing his cup. 

Derek tried to find the right way to ask about the fantasy world Stiles had been talking about but it sounded weird however he worded it. He repeated the question in different ways in his head, trying to find one that sounded better. 

“I really like this tea,” Stiles said, scooping some of the leaves into a bag and starting the kettle. “I got it a ren fair the first time and now I order it off their website. I actually get emails from them every time they restock because they know it’s one of my favorites. I usually end up buying, like, three bags at a time because I’ll get on these kicks where I won’t drink anything else and water is water, you know?” 

Derek nodded. “Sometimes I’ll go days where the only thing I can eat are arepas.”

Stiles smiled at Derek. “I do too! But, like, with fettuccine alfredo from this awesome pasta place off tenth street. They know my order as soon as they read my name!”

“I go to the same bakery every Saturday for breakfast and get the same thing every time.”

“I love being a regular at places like that because they know you and then they start to care and it’s a fun little conversation every time you go in.” the kettle beeped and Stiles poured Derek’s tea and set it in front of him. “Hey, maybe this can be a regular thing,” he said. “Ah, but not worries if not! Do you want some banana bread?”

“No, this is good,” Derek said. “My name’s Derek.”

“Like the author,” Stiles asked. 

Derek nodded. Had Stiles figured out he was the author Derek Hale? 

“That’s pretty funny. Is that why you started reading his books?”

“I guess,” Derek mumbled. “Do you… Do you want to tell me about your fantasy world? Since you can’t write it…”

Stiles paused, his smile growing bigger. “Really? You want to know about it?” Derek nodded and and Stiles laughed. “Wow, uh, ya. Where to start? So there’s a bunch of character in the story and they all have really detailed backstories about how they end up meeting. My favorite backstory is definitely Henrik because his family are all able to understand animals and they became the more prolific magical animal trainers– I mean, duh, they can communicate with them– but he can’t do that. He has, like, no magical ability and it totally ended up causing him to be seen as less capable so he decides to train a dragon because even his family won’t attempt to train dragons out of fear.”

Derek sat and listened to Stiles. He asked questions and picked out his favorite parts. Derek found himself wanting to hear more. He wanted to know everything. He sat and listened for so long that someone came in to take Stiles’s place.

“Hey, man,” the guy said, patting Stiles on the shoulder as he rounded the counter. “Shift change time.”

“It’s two already,” Stiles asked and Derek was just as surprised.  

“Ya, bro. Two in the morning, meaning it’s time for you to leave,” the other guy said. “Go home and get some sleep or you’re going to die later.”

It only took once for Derek to get hooked– on the story, on the store, on the tea, on Stiles– and he started coming back. After a few days, He figured out that Stiles worked from seven pm to two am Tuesday through Saturday and the shop was closed on Monday nights. 

Every night, Stiles would tell Derek about a character or a backstory or some hyper specific detail he’d made up in the years he’d spent daydreaming about this world. Derek wasn’t sure when it happened but he started making notes after Stiles would leave. 

He would use his forest green pen and writing down everything he remembered as he sat in the classic literature section with the candle-lamp on. 

Then his notes turned into stories. The first one he wrote was Henrik’s backstory. If he ran into a detail he wasn’t sure about, Derek would make a note of it, highlight it in the document in green and would ask Stiles. He wanted to put Stiles’s story into words for him. He wanted to bring everything Stiles fantasized about to life. Derek was sure by the time he was done, even Tolkien would be impressed by the detail given to the world. 

Derek really hadn’t intended for it to become a book– he was a mystery writer, not a fantasy writer– but it had. Each chapter switched between Stiles’s characters, telling each of their stories until they met. 

He put Stiles’s name before his as the author. In the preface, he explained how the book had come to be, that Stiles gave him every detail and he just made it readable. Then he printed it out.

He printed out eight hundred seventy two pages and then he had it bound.

Derek didn’t know how much time he’d spent on it, how long he’d talked to Stiles in the year since they met, how long he’d spent figuring out with fonts were best for dyslexia, or why he’d gone so far with it. What he did know is that he put Stiles’s fantasy world on paper in a way he’d be able to read it. 

He knew he wanted to make Stiles happy and that was enough.

The next day that Stiles worked, Derek changed his routine. He didn’t go to the classics section. He didn’t put out his computer or his notebook. He didn’t set out his pens or spent an hour writing. No, he walked right to the counter where Stiles was labeling books.

“Hey Der!” Stiles smiled at him, checking the time to see if he’d lost track, but he hadn’t. Derek was changing his routine, the one he’d set in stone over the past year. “Something’s different. Care to share,” he asked, noticing how nervous Derek looked.

He didn’t answer. Instead, he opened his backpack and pulled out the manuscript, setting it in front of Stiles.

“What’s this,” he asked, looking at the book. His smile fell as he read the authors’ names. “This is crazy, I’ve never written anything and I’ve definitely never written anything with Derek Hale!”

Derek took a breath. “You didn’t write it but I did.” He reached over, flipping the book to the preface. “These are your stories, the ones you’ve been telling me. You told me how they should go, down to the smallest detail, and I wrote them out.” He took a breath. “I’m Derek Hale. I wrote Foggy grave, Coriander and Lye, and the fortune lost series. When you found me looking at my books on the shelf, I just wanted to see if they were there. And I may have written this but they’re your stories.”

  Stiles flipped through the book, looking at his stories. He read his thought out to paper. Every word, every detail, every random detail had been fit in. Things that couldn’t be worked into the body of the story were written as epigraphs st the start of chapters. 

“This is— this may be the best thing anyone has ever done for me. Like, this is proposal level shit. Like, I’d be an idiot not to— Date me? Marry me? You made my literal dream into a book!”

[daintylovers]

something about buzz cut stiles gives such intense munch vibes-like I know later season stiles is too but from the way buzz cut stiles treats lydia and pretty much any pretty girl, I just know he’s out in the rain begging for it fr. only problem is that when he DOES get the pussy he just can not stop 😭😭😭

REALLLLLLLL

not to sound harsh, but- buzzcut stiles is the biggest loser virgin i know. he wants it, and he wants it bad. like foaming at the mouth, practically cumming in his pants.

and ur so valid when you say he just can't stop after he's had a taste. but can you blame him??? like you just taste so good, and it's not something that can be recreated, you know? so he's got to savor every taste he gets.

it's borderline too much. cause it's not like he has the hair for you to pull on when it starts hurting a little from how sore you've become. this man can go for hours. he lives to be buried in between your thighs. also, just thinking, but this man would be obsessed with thick thighs. like the thicker the better. there's just something about being able to hold them that gets him going.

anyways tho- you're mewling and scratching at his scalp, cause it's too much but also not enough?? you're confused as hell. but he does not care.

let me repeat this. he. does. not. care.

he's in too deep and by the way you keep moaning, he knows he can get at least two more from you right? it's only been four, so a total of six is perfectly doable.

by the time he's finished, he's looking up at you through hooded eyes, lips glistening. his tongue keeps peeking out to lick at the excess. and he sees you, practically passed out from the intensity. and he feels on top of the world.

stiles isn't the type of guy to get ego boosts often, but this moment?? holy fuck, if he had a camera he would snap a million pics and cover his walls with them.

once you guys get cleaned up (him doing all the work), he's immediately thinking about ways to move around his schedule so this could happen again.

and again. and again.

[teenwolf-confessions]

[callsign-scully]

𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃

𝘫𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘹 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘬𝘪!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝘯/𝘢

𝙖/𝙣: 𝘪’𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪’𝘮 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘧 𝘧𝘪𝘤. 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺—𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯!

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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 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗇����𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 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 𝗎𝗉 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 ��𝗁𝖾 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 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒 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.”

“𝖲���� 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 𝖺𝗂𝖽, 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 𝗍𝖾����𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 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 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 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 𝖩𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖺𝗇 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 ���𝗈𝗐𝗇 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 𝖺𝗆𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 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 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 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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