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yeah, it's literally so sad that things like 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 happen in real life...thank you, love ♡♡♡

Could I request a Rafe Cameron baby trapping reader fic and once parents find out they kick her out. Then she has to move in with Rafe because he’s all she got left.

𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬! 𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘧! 𝘱𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

❧ 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳

❧ 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘯/𝘥𝘶𝘣-𝘤𝘰𝘯; 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘺; 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯; 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯; 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴; 𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱; 𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧; 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘱(��𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 18 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘦'𝘴 22)

❧ 𝘢/𝘯: 𝘰𝘩𝘩, 𝘪 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵. 𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘣𝘣𝘺, 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵. 𝘐𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘺𝘺, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴 ♡♡♡ 𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦!!

"𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳, 𝘨𝘰𝘴𝘩𝘩𝘩𝘩." 𝘚𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘩 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘸𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

"𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭-" 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘚𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥.

'𝙥𝙡𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚, 𝙠𝙞𝙚! 𝙞 𝙙𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙤 𝙞𝙛 𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚' 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘒𝘪𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳.

' 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙪𝙧 5... 𝙞 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙'𝙫𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙞 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩...𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 :(( ' 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘹𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝙣𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘶, 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘍𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘌𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴.

𝘚𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺, 𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱: '𝘂𝗻𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗻: 𝙝𝙚𝙮 ;) '. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘱𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

"𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙛𝙡𝙪...𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮." 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘴.

𝘛𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘺. "𝙉-𝙣𝙤, 𝙞𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣-𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙚, 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙡-" 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥.

~ 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘳. 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘨𝘨𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴. '𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 ', '𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩, 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨-' ~

𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭.

𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬.

"𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚-" 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘵. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘵. '-𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚. 𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚, 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮?"

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘶𝘱. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦.

"𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣...𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣...𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚-" 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘴, 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘷 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘵. '𝘎𝘰𝘥, 𝘯𝘰-' 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵.

"𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨?" 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘦𝘥. "𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠- 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙡𝙪𝙩!" 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘮, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵.

"𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙮 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙚! 𝙂𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙖 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚-" 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳.

"𝘿𝙖𝙙, 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚- 𝙈𝙊𝙈!" 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘶𝘵.

"𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡" 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳.

"𝙈𝙤𝙢, 𝙙𝙖𝙙, 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙚𝙚-" 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴. "𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙣𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚..𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚-" 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘰𝘣𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯h𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 fists 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘥𝘴, 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴.

𝘈 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘬. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭-𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 '𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚?'

𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘺 𝘫𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳.

𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘥. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦.

"𝙒𝙚𝙡𝙡, 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡-" 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

"𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙛𝙛, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧." 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘴.

"𝙉𝙤𝙬-" 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘧𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 "-𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙥𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙠𝙞𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪"

𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘨𝘶𝘴𝘵, 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘧.

"𝙘'𝙢𝙤𝙣 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮...𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙢𝙚. 𝙍𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙙 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙬𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙?" 𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘵.

"𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙙𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥. 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙞-" 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘶𝘭𝘭. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘫𝘢𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧.

"𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙄 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚." 𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶. "𝙄𝙛 𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙'𝙫𝙚 𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙'𝙫𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚-".

𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘫𝘢𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳. "𝙂𝙚𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙖𝙧!" 𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳.

"𝙄'𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪-" 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥. 𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘺𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

𝘏𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯, 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯, 𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘴.

"𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠, 𝙍𝙖𝙛𝙚, 𝙡𝙚𝙢𝙢𝙚 𝙜𝙤-" 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘤 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵. "𝙇𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚!"

𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥, 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘺, 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴.

"𝙂𝙤𝙙, 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤-" 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥. "𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮. 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙖 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 '𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨' 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣' 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚. 𝙄 𝙙𝙤, 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨!" 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨.

"𝙉𝙤𝙬, 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙢." 𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘺. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘺.

"𝙎𝙝𝙞𝙩, 𝙄'𝙢 𝙨𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮-𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮, 𝙢𝙖𝙣.." 𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮...𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵...𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦.

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I literally cannot put my thoughts into words- THIS. MAN

#thor's abs #elsa is dumb for letting this man on the streets #literally CHOKEHOLD #no-bye-

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Could I request a Rafe Cameron baby trapping reader fic and once parents find out they kick her out. Then she has to move in with Rafe because he’s all she got left.

𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬! 𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘧! 𝘱𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

❧ 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘯/𝘥𝘶𝘣-𝘤𝘰𝘯; 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘺; 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯; 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯; 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴; 𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱; 𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧; 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘱(𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 18 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘦'𝘴 22)

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘹𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝙣𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 ��𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘶, 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘍𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘌𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴.

𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭.

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I request any Thor medieval AU bodice ripping any prompt that fits. Thanks for writing dark. If you ever think of doing Cavill fics I'd love some of those too. There's hardly any dark fics with his characters.

𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑, ℎ𝑢𝑛. ♡♡♡ 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒. 𝐻𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦 𝑖𝑡 𝑎ℎℎℎ...𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡!!!! 𝐼 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠, 𝑗𝑠 𝑙𝑚𝑘 𝑢𝑟 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 𝑣𝑖𝑎 𝑖𝑛𝑏𝑜𝑥. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓𝑐𝑐, 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖'𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑧𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑡, 𝑠𝑜𝑜𝑜..

𝑇𝑏ℎ, 𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝐻𝑒𝒏𝑟𝑦 𝐶𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑓 𝑖'𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑜 <3

#send asks #asks #request #reqs open #thor odinson x reader #dark thor x reader

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❧ 𝖆/𝖓: 𝖇𝖆𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖗𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙. 𝕴 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 𝖆 𝖑𝖔𝖙, 𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖚𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖞, 𝖘𝖔 𝕴 𝖒𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖆 𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘. 𝕳𝖔𝖕𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖊𝖓𝖏𝖔𝖞 𝖎𝖙! 𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖍 𝖎𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖒𝖞 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖘 𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖚𝖆𝖌𝖊, 𝖘𝖔𝖔𝖔𝖔...𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖒𝖊

❧ 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: 𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖈𝖔𝖓; 𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝖘𝖊𝖝; 𝖛𝖎𝖔𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊; 𝖒𝖞𝖘𝖔𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖞 (𝖒𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖊𝖛𝖆𝖑 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖘 𝖇𝖆𝖘𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖞); 𝖘𝖑𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞; 𝕿𝖍𝖔𝖗 𝖎𝖘 𝖆 𝖋𝖚𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖎𝖒𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖋; 𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖘, ✦𝖉𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙 𝖎𝖋 𝖒𝖞 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖚𝖓𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖊!✦

❧ 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐! 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌! 𝕿𝖍𝖔𝖗 𝖝 𝖋𝖊𝖒! 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 (𝖒𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖊𝖛𝖆𝖑 𝕬𝖀)

Thunder echoed in the highest skies, in addition to started poring. You looked circumrotationally the village, and dread filled your soul. You hated thunderstorms. It reminded you of the ruler of the lands you were born in. And you absolutely loathed him, and his merciless deeds.

You spotted your father standing with the children of your sister inside the wooden hut. The shadows of the fire danced on your face as you eyed the forest from your dorm.

Even though the cold could still reach your limbs through your thin gown, you were thankful that your village was peaceful. For now, at least. You were young, indeed, but that didn't delay your knowledge about what was happening around you. The Northern Lands, which were once prosperous, were now haunted by wolves and winds.

After The Allfather, the old king, died, his son, The Thunderer, took his father's place and all he did was breaking the spirit of his people with his very own greed, thirst for blood and pride. And then, the atrocities started: villages burnt and attacked, women and children assaulted, men killed. The Northern Lands were falling before your very eyes and there was nothing anyone could do againts the king to save the Land. It was foolish thinking it would be better, because it was crystal clear to he eye what was eventing.

Horses troping were heard in the distance and your heart jumped. Your lips started moving in a desperate prayer, for Someone greater to protect you, even though you knew what was approaching.

The desire of fleeing in the depths of the woods was growing in your chest, but what a coward would you be if you left your people in suffering and pain.

The villagers started gathering around the Thunderrock, the centre of the village. Your breath was heavy and you didn't want to be weak, but you feared Thor more than you hated him, even though you saw him only a few times, when you were a child. But now, now it was different. You were a young woman and you knew the cruel reality of the times and men. And soon you were to be a slave of theirs.

Many massive black horses could be viewed by your people, with men on their backs, men with twisted looks in their eyes and swords, purely merciless. Behind them, a scarily huge horse, with grey fur and crimson paint circling its eye was. At least, you hoped it was paint, and not the blood of other people of your land. And then, you eyed him. The King, The Thunderer. The bloody red cape on his shoulders, the prideful look in his icy orbs, the gigantic body frame. Everything about him was digustingly terrifying for mankind.

You shakily stepped out of the protection your home provided, getting behind your father's back. The wind started playing with your hair and the c𝘰𝘭𝘥 air hit your heathed skin beneath the white gown.

Thor's eyes went directly on your figure, a spot of innocent white in the muddy world. Something fresh, something...fitting exactly to his damned liking.

"Mine poeple! I mean no harm thee. I am hither to collect mine heir, what's mine by the law of gods. Should thee obey, none shall be harmed or killed." Thor spoke, looking over the people. His voice send chills down your spine. It was deep, like thunder itself.

"It is winter! People are dying of hunger, cold is consuming their beings. We hast nought left, mine king. " your father spoke and you flinched.

Thor imediatelly eyed your father, a mocking chuckle erupting from his wide chest. "Then thou shall grant me a person. Some one to serve me as the great king I am." he said, raising his brows in amusement.

Shaky gasps were heard from the frozen crowds and you looked down, at your bare feet in the mud.

"My king, we cannot do that. Our families-" your father started.

"Then I shall take your life." Thor shrugged and before you knew it, he was next to your father. His hand went quickly to his neck and squeezed. Then, The King lifted him up, and your father's life was hanging from his cruel hands. You sobbed and went to grab the King's arm. "Stop! Please-" you cried, but you were tossed on the ground, like a ragdoll. Icy mud stained your gown, taking away its purity and shine.

From your state, you looked up at your father and saw his state. His face was purple and he was struggling hardly to breathe. No one was stepping in, terrified of Thor for their lives and fate perhaps.

"My king, I am begging you...stop, please!" you shouted as you tried to get up.

Suddenly, The King turned around and eyed you. He stopped squeezing your father's throat, but he was still hanging in the air.

Thor hummed and let go of your father, his body falling limp in the mud. Then, he took a step towards you. He was tall.and broad, and you felt like a lost sheep next to his figure. The braided blonde curls were framing his bearded face, and his eyes pierced through you.

The King lifted his hand to caress your face and you flinched. You already loathed his touch as well, but you had to save your father. Then, he grabbed the back of your hair and you winced. He turned his head to his men and grinned, making you wince again. "Think I found my payment, my fellows!" The laughs of the men made your stomach clench. "Pretty little thing you made here, corky man." Thor adressed your father. "I might enjoy her the most." You didn't even have time to react, before you were harshly dragges towards the grey horse.

After your wrists were securely tied, you heard the broken, hoarse voice of your niece pleading: "Don't take her, please!"

You bursted in tears, your greatest fear turning truth.

"Your old man lives. I was beyond merciful."

. . .

You were thrown in a huge chamber, and you fell on your shoulder painfully hard, due to your tied wrists. Your feet felt frozen and were dirtier than ever and your face was reddish because of the coldness.

You couldn't even take a break before you were grabbed by your hair. You sobbed, voice and tongue too tired to cry. The King threw you against the wall. Tears were running down your face and your whole body hurt. He adored to see your fear.

"My, my...crying already? I didn't do anything...yet." Thor chuckled, as he carresed your hair. Then, he grabbed your neck, and smashed your head againts the wall again. You winced hoarsely, as you struggled to breathe.

Air couldn't reach your lungs, not because he was choking you that hard, but because you were fucking teriffied.

"What's wrong, little one? Need something to fill your pretty mouth perhaps, hm?" he said, throwing you on the floor, all just to his sick amusement. The remark made you cringe, and you wanted to throw up.

"I think we played enough, eh? I am not a patient man! That was a long road..." The King stated, pushing you towards the bed.

"And I-" he ripped off your dress "shall-" he ignored your pleas, pushing your back in the matress "feast." he said, as he spit in his hand and rubbed his thick, hardened member.

"Look what you are doing to me, girl!" he moaned.

"Please! Don-" you screamed, but when Thor groaned and pushed inside you, you were left breatheless, unable to finish your words. The pain was flashing through you like lightning. You felt your whole body split in two, like your soul was ripped from your chest. His huge palm wrapped aroung your throat as he claimed you right there.

Then, he started moving at an agonizing pace, and you bit your lip so hard that it started bleeding imediately. The metalic taste, the painfully hard body on top of yours and the pain in your core made you even weaker than before.

You pushed at Thor's chest, and then you hit him across the face with your tied hands. He stopped then, and you looked up at him with glossy eyes, heart booming in your chest. Then, the slap came. Your cheek and jaw were burning. "I suggest you d𝘰n't hit me again, girl-" the king said and you grunted as he started to fuck you again.

Your broken sobs were coming out with each thrust of his cock. Your legs were forcingly wide spread 𝘣𝘶𝘵 the king was 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 not pleased enough. He lifted your face by your throat and licked the tears on your face, then the blood on your lips. He roughly smashed his lips againts yours and you let his tongue push in your mouth. There was no fighting left in you. You were bare beneath him, while he still had his cape and armor on. It made you feel disgusted and ashamed 𝘰𝘧 yourself, an infant person, unimportant and broken.

The king moaned in your mouth, seemingly 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘥. Your cheeks burned as his rough beard was scratching them, just as your hips and stomach were caressed by his brutal hands. Then, he bit your lower lip, drowing a whimper out of you that made his cock twitch inside your cunt. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯.

Suddenly, he pulled from the kiss, leaving your mouth swollen as he spun you, your face falling in the matress.

He started pounding you from behind, which was evem more hurtful.

"Fuuuck-" the king muttered in your hair. Your knuckles were white from the tightening grip you had on the matress. "I'm going to give you my seed..." he moaned, his thrusts becoming sloppier. "-and you'll let it leak down your thighs as you walk through this chamber."

"M-make it st-stop, pl-please...." you whispered, your aching cheek rubbing againts the matress. Then, felt something hot 𝗌𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 your core and 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇, 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌, he 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 pulled out. You slipped on the floor, blood and his seed leaking 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 your thighs.

The king stood up and threw his cape on your trembling body.

"Clean up..." he grunted.

"You're a mon𝗌𝗍er..." you whispered between tears, tears of hatred 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿, 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝖨𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽, 𝖺 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉.

"I'm much more than that, my little whore." he said, crouching down next to your body, and patting your cheeks with his finger.

"D-don't call me that." you said through gritted teeth. You wanted to throw his cape off, to stop sensing his scent, but you wanted to hide your body from his even more, so you gripped it firmly around your chest.

"I enjoyed you more than I should have... I'll keep you around, so you better watch your little tongue if you still desire to keep it." Thor stated, as he got outside the chamber, leaving you with your ghosts and shame.

𝖆/𝖓: 𝖆𝖍𝖍𝖍𝖍, 𝖎'𝖛𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖓 𝖘𝖒𝖚𝖙 𝖇𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖘𝖔 𝖙𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝖒𝖊 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖐!!!!! 𝖆𝖑𝖘𝖔, 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 2 𝖒𝖆𝖞𝖇𝖊??? 𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖉𝖔 𝖞'𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖘𝖆𝖞??!!!

#marvel fanfiction #dark thor x reader #dark!thor x reader #thor odinson #thor odison imagine #thor odinson x reader #thor odinson x you #thor

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SO. DAMN. ACCURATE! But FOR REAL.

I mean-look at him!!!

why does brad pitt look like old chris hemsworth

im pretty sure this is what he will look like when he's older

#brad pitt #chris hemsworth #thank you for tagging me

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#thor #he's beauty #he's grace #he'll hit windows with his face

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Cruel is the ONLY way is see him <3 thank you, it means a lot!🥺

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𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝓰: 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗍𝗒𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗑 𝖿!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼: 𝗋𝖺𝗉𝖾/𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗇; 𝖽𝗏; 𝗉𝗁𝗒𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅/𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅/𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗌𝖾; 𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉; 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗍𝗒; 𝖽𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖽𝗇𝗂 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾. 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇, 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗒'𝖺𝗅𝗅.

𝓐/𝓝: 𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗄𝖾. 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗂𝗍. 𝗈𝗁𝗁𝗁, 𝖺𝗇𝖽...𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌.

𝖱𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒, 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗒. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 12 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗋-𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖿𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽. 𝖬𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗈𝗆 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗍.

𝖣𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝖳𝗒𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝖱𝖺𝗄𝖾, 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖿𝗈𝗋. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅-𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖲𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅, 𝗇𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋𝗌. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌, 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗇𝗍, 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒. 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾. 𝖽𝖺𝗒.

𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗁𝗈𝗐, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖦𝗈𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗉𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖯𝖾𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅.

𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗀𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗅𝗒, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖨𝖣𝗌, 𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾-𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇.

𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗅𝖺𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖻𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝗌𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽: 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖳𝗒𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝖺𝗍, 𝗐𝗂𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗋. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝗀𝗀𝗒 𝖳-𝖲𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖲𝖴𝖵 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗆𝗉. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖾𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌. 𝖠 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋.

𝖬𝗌. 𝖫𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋. "𝖧𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌, 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀.." 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝖿𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇.

𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗌, 𝗀𝗎𝗍𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗂𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽.

"𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎..." 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗅𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗄, 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗐𝗂𝗌𝖾.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗓𝖾𝗇. 𝖳𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽. 𝖠𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝖬𝗌. 𝖫𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗈𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗉𝖾𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗐𝗅 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗌𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝖺.

"𝖶𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍...𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝖨'𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗒." 𝖳𝗒𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗍𝗈𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖧𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋.

"𝖲𝗍-𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗆𝖾-" 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝖻𝗌, 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗅. 𝖧𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌.

𝖲𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗒, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗐.

"𝖨 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍." 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎. "𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀'𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌, 𝖨 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖺𝗌𝗄 𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗐, 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖼𝖾𝗌..." 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗍.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺nd 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖾𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗎𝗆𝖻.

𝖧𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝗆, 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗀𝗎𝗌𝗍.

"𝖨 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒..." 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗅𝖾𝗑 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗉 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝖺𝗐.

𝖳𝗒𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗉 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗉 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗆...𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺 𝗉𝗎𝗇𝖼𝗁.

𝖨𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗑𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝗇𝗈𝗐. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖺𝗇 𝗎n𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝖺 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗋. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝗋 "𝖨'𝗆 𝖺 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇' 𝗆𝖺𝗇, 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒, 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋."

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗐. "𝖲-𝗌𝗈-𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒, 𝖨'𝗆 𝗌-𝗈𝗋𝗋-𝗒.…" 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝖻𝗌.

𝖧𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗆𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖳𝗒𝗅𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄, 𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗒𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽.

𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗍. "𝖨-𝖨'𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝗈-𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒, 𝗈𝗄-𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒? 𝖯𝗅-𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌-" 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍.

"ohhh, but baby..." he started and pressed you harder against the counter and you winced. "You know I like to do it my way.''

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