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angelsandarsenic · 7 months

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I havent thought about The Monarch Project in forever, but have this wholesome benchtrio excerpt that I was just reminded of

tw for panic attacks

just a reminder: The Monarch Project is the peer pressure duo fae! Au, sequel to Your Name is Precious (And So are You), where Ranboo is a half faerie grappling with the concept of (found) family after being neglected and abused by his own

"Hey Charlie? How are you so trusting?"

He didn't appear suspicious of the question, or the abrupt change of topic. Maybe it was a guilty conscience, or maybe being used to not being able to rely on people, but Ranboo couldn't fathom it. "Well, it's easy here; faeries can't lie."

The air around the seemed to turn sour. "They what?" he breathed.

"The fae can't lie. Genuinely, not just in superstition. It's legitimately impossible, I've watched Wilbur try. As for in general, I guess I probably shouldn't," there was a twist to his lips that looked like he was thinking of something specific. "There are too many things that people won't tell you, but it's no fun to always see that bad in people. Then you can't see the good."

Oh gods. Ranboo was a terrible person, wasn't he? Charlie was right, being so suspicious felt like shit, but he couldn't help it! And he was a prime example of why not! How many times had they lied in this conversation alone?! They were half fae now, they shouldn't even have been able to do that! Considering Charlie's faith in that fact, he probably couldn't lie either. What was wrong with them, how did they still manage to be fuck up, even now? Everyone around them probably trusted them wholeheartedly, Ranboo had terribly abused that trust.

Everything everyone had ever said to him since coming here, had been the honest, 100%, truth.

We're so glad you're here, Boo. We're your family, Techno doesn't regret saving you, we'd do anything for you. I love you.

That idea made their lips twitch upward, and a few sparks of happiness bloom, but they were quickly overtaken by dread and guilt. These people, who were so good and so nice to him, had been manipulated by him the entire time. He wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn't come. His throat had dried up and a heavy, empty feeling of something inky and dark settled in his chest, wrapping it's claws around his heart.

Charlie continued on, somehow completely unaware of the monster walking right next to him. Ranboo had to lengthen his stride to catch up after his steps had faltered. "It won't just be us anymore soon, I think." Charlie added, cheerfully. Despite his wallowing, Ranboo was curious about that. "Wilbur and Quackity have been talking about making Quackity a faerie too. No one is sure how a human can live in the faerie world, they've never exactly been brought in as companions, after all. Plus, neither he nor Wilbur want him to be trapped here, so I think Wilbur is going to give him his True Name. that's what happened with you and Technoblade, right?"

"Yes." That was good for them. Quackity was a good person, he hoped he and Wilbur would be happy together. They definitely seemed to be.

The house appeared on the horizon, making bile rise in Ranboo throat. He'd have to go back inside and pretend everything was fine, as if he wasn't a snake in the grass. He bid goodbye to Charlie. Ranboo supposed he could tell them. If they told the truth though, the Sootcrafts would never trust him again. They had said that they loved him, they were glad to have him as a part of the family, which apparently, he couldn't doubt now, but that could change. They had meant that before knowing that he was a horrible person and some strange abomination of faerie and human. They had meant that thinking that he was one of them. They would probably kick him out. His parents definitely would have for something like this, no more idle threats.

The tears had shown up and they were flowing heavily. He tried to take in oxygen--he didn't want to start sobbing and waking everyone up, especially not right now--but it made them want to throw up.

It was better if they kicked him out. They didn't want to hurt them. It would be the right thing to do, they tried to convince himself.

It wasn't working. He was being loud. he needed to stop, he needed to shut up, but he couldn't. His pyjama pants were getting wet at the knees in the dirt. Come on, they needed to stop this silly tantrum! It felt good to cry.

Two figures were coming outside from the house, but what was Ranboo to do about it? He didn't feel like he could get up right now if he tried. The darker one flew down from a window and a small golden creature hopped down the sides of the house with it. They were in front of him before he knew it, a gentle buzzing filling his ears and a poof of smoke in front of his face. "Boo!"

They jumped at the noise. "Oh! Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Tubbo apologized quickly, in a much softer voice. "Hey, what's wrong? Were you sleepwalking again?" That wasn't at all the issue, but they nodded, still choking on nothing. Gods, they sounded so gross when they cried, Tommy and Tubbo were probably already regretting coming out here.

"Aw, hey it's alright." Tommy cooed. He could be surprisingly gentle when he wanted too. "Look, you didn't get very far this time, or at least you're already back home, that's great! It's ok, everything is going to be alright. Can we touch you big man?"

He didn't know. That was too complicated right now, it didn't even matter, what matters is that Ranboo was awful and ruining everything around him and they shouldn't be here trying to comfort him, they should leave him be to go die in the woods or something.

When the half-fae didn't react, Tommy called his name again, then carefully placed a light hand on his back. Ranboo let out a big shuddering breath. That made it better. Somehow, that made it better--everything was still awful, but Tommy's hand was warm and kind and Ranboo dropped his head into the boy's shoulder when he shuffled a little closer, arms still curled around himself. They wanted to hug him, honestly, but he'd be infecting them. Getting the good fae dirty with whatever fuck-up disease plagued Ranboo.

"I don't think they're hurt," Tubbo said. "I'd be able to feel it." Ah, that was right; Ranboo had tricked Tubbo into marrying them, that meant they were bonded forever. The words couldn't make it past the blockage in his throat, but they glanced up at the bee faerie, trying to convey a million apologies with their eyes. They probably just looked gross and miserable. "Hey, hey, it's ok!" He came closer as well, wings folding in behind his back. The near silent buzz of their fluttering had been pleasant, now the quiet was just sad. "What's wrong Boo?"

"I-" He couldn't say it. He had to say it. "I- I'm bad- I- I'm not like you-" how fucking embarrassing, they couldn't even form coherent sentences. What they were saying didn't make a lick of sense either. "Something's wrong with me!" Was what he managed to convey.

Tommy and Tubbo's hearts broke, he could see it on their faces. Why were they pitying him, he didn't deserve it. "No, Boo. There's nothing wrong with you! You're not supposed to be 'like us'. You don't have to be," Tubbo corrected himself. "You're perfect the way you are!" That didn't make any sense, but it felt good.

"Big man, you're totally awesome and one of my best friends," Tommy added. I don't deserve to be, I shouldn't be, I should leave you alone, I'm probably a bother. "Look, I know things have been awful and confusing-" They have. "But it doesn't matter if you're a faerie, human, half faerie, or none of the above," Tommy said, and Ranboo had to believe him, because faeries couldn't lie, right? He was telling the truth, he didn't care what was wrong with Ranboo. "You're my brother now and our friend and we love you. Whatever you think is wrong with you, why ever you think you're bad, you're not."

He's telling the truth, he can't say anything that's not true, but it doesn't make sense! But magic. But- Tubbo smiled kindly at them and nodded in agreement. The tiny first rays of sunrise fell over his face and made his "wedding" ring sparkle as his pointer finger closed in to poke Ranboo in the forehead. "Tom is right. Sometimes you just get all caught up in here," he said. Ranboo almost laughed at the poking, as annoying as it was, and couldn't help but smile when he booped them on the nose as well. "And that's alright, it happens. We're here to remind you what's real, ok? So chin up, king, your crown is slipping."

"I- I don't have a crown," Ranboo argued, just to be difficult. How these two managed to make him smile like this was absurd. He gulped down the last of the awful feeling. It was disappearing faster and faster with them here. Maybe he was just all caught up in his head. What was he even so upset about?

"Well that's not right," Tubbo declared with an exaggerated frown. "Tommy! Away with thee and fetch us some gold for the king!"

Ranboo choked out a real laugh this time as the tall blonde saluted and scampered back inside, back only seconds later with handfuls of random objects that he dumped on the ground. Tubbo leaned over to inspect them, partially blocking Ranboo's view and making very serious thinking noises. "Hmm...yes this will do...and this one...ew, definitely not," he said, chucking a fork into the trees which startled another chuckled form the half-faerie. Then Tubbo grinned. "Alright ready?" he said to Ranboo. "Close your eyes!"

What in the world are they doing, he wondered, but he obliged, only somewhat fearfully. When he was told to open them again, a real, shining, metal crown was held out in front of him in Tommy's hands. How did-?! Oh, right. Monarch powers. Something about precious metals. They didn't know all the details about Tubbo's ability, but if they looked, they could see something silvery along a thing vertical line that had probably once been tape, the shape of one of the jewels that looked suspiciously like it fit with the torn pieces of someone's painting on the ground and the remnants of yellow crafting paper shaped like the troughs of them crown's spires.

It was perfect.

"It's not secretly a bomb, is it?" He asked.

"No," Tubbo answered. "Here." he placed it gently and carefully between Ranboo's horns and it really did feel like a crown fit for a king. "Now no more tears, recognize your greatness before I have to order you to be put in the dungeons."

"Isn't that my job now?"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

#Benchtrio #beeduo #ranboo centric fanfic #Peer pressure duo #faerie au #dream smp faerie au #Fic excerpt #panic attack #tw panic attack #angel writes #tommyinnit #tubbo

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cryingtulips · 9 months

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Tommy-centric clingy duo angel-demon au anyone?

This is a short multi-chapter story I wrote for @mcytblraufest where I explore the concepts of the scapegoat and the lost child in dysfunctional environments, but made it religious.

Edit: Crosspost posted!

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cakes-are-great · 9 months

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#sbifantasyweek2023 Day 3!

Today's prompt: Mer!

Angel-duo Centric!

Baby Tommyinnit!

10k words of tooth-rotting fluff!

#sbi fic #dark sbi #sbi fanfic #mermaid #ao3 author #ao3 writer #angel duo #tommyinnit #philza #technoblade #wilbur soot

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applepride · 1 year

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daily fanfic recommendation [ dsmp ]

'Instincts Aside' by AppleSwan

bedrockbros, hybrid au, finished.

'Philza has Made the Advancement: Emergency Contact' by SilverWing15

angelduo, sickfic, mafia au, finished.

#daily fanfic recommendations #daily fanfic recs #dsmp #dream smp #dsmp fanfic #dsmp tommy #dsmp philza #dsmp techno #bedrock bros #angel duo #sick fic #silverwing15 #appleswan #mafia au #hybrid #hybrid au #dsmp fic rec #finished

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formercreepypastakid · 2 years

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My Sleepy Bois Inc fanfics - Updated

The Blessings we have - unfinished - https://archiveofourown.org/works/38422840

Tommy had fled the orphanage almost a year ago, at the ripe age of fifteen, and started his life anew. Every morning he went to the harbor, lifting cargo, tying complicated knots and even running through streets as a delivery boy. He did everything the sailors asked in exchange for some food and some knowledge. It wasn’t the best life possible, but he managed to make it work while alone in the streets. It’s not like anyone ever helped him; Tommy was and still is utterly alone. Whatever, he was leaving the land anyways.

Tommy longs for the Sailor life and Phil is a captain who doesn't mind getting a third son.

The kid in the forest - unfinished - https://archiveofourown.org/works/39410613

But when those same people who warned him against those dangers turn on him, he decides; why should he trust them? When the people who are supposed to protect him are the same who hunt him down, then he has nowhere else to run but the forest, where he knew no one else would follow.

Technoblade runs from his village. Tommy looks at him and goes "new brother".

The crow and the farie - finished - https://archiveofourown.org/works/38907336

Once, Phil had been an infamous traveler, making his reputation as umbetable in fights; an honorable man, passing through towns and helping those in need. But in the last five years he had settled in a small village, next to an old forest, and started working as a botanist. The village was quite superstitious though, and one night he decided to test said superstitions. What he didn’t expect was to meet two very peculiar kids.

Three fae kids meet a weird man in the forest and go; “Free dad!”

Bela's AU-and-other-stuff archive - Forever incomplete?? idk -https://archiveofourown.org/works/39828225/chapters/99717192

I'm going to put my AUs and other snippets in here, It will be mainly sbi, but I'll se how it goes and update the tags along the way. If I eventually decide to actually post a complete work of anything I post here, I'll give you guys a notice.

It's a dump fic, brain is full of toughts.

Time flies when out at sea - Complete (?) - https://archiveofourown.org/works/40964604/chapters/102660750

“FUCK!” The man yelled, jumping backwards. Wilbur’s ears were ringing.

Wilbur leaves his home town in search for a better life, instead, he finds trouble and maybe some nice things along the way.

(This one is a two-shot but it might get more chapters in the future, its tagged as complete and can be red alone)

#dsmp #dream smp #sleepy bois fanfic #sleepy bois inc #bedrock bros #philza #tommyinnit #angel duo #crime bois #sbi au #twins duo #emerald duo #lots of family feels #family dynamics #all the good stuff #fluff for the soul #there is a vampire au in the dump fic

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nomsfaultau · 2 months

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Hybrid AU in exile week where avian instincts can take over to a degree that is almost horrific, erasing someone’s personality and rationality when they’re panicking. First part here.

Philza flinches. He doesn’t understand why Tommy is suddenly shouting at him for supposedly exploiting his instincts. But he does understand the way Tommy’s wings puff up, bracing to be hit, and it makes Philza freeze as he watches his hatchling throw open the door and storm out of his life.

“Would it make you more comfortable if I remove your feathers?”

Tommy stumbles slightly at the threshold, then scoffs, throwing a glare over his shoulder. “As if you would. It’s too convenient to force my instincts to feel safe around you.” That would explain why Tommy isn’t looking at him. Philza can’t breathe. His chick doesn’t feel safe?

Tommy is confused and wary when Philza removes the hatchling’s feathers and hands them back. It only grows as Philza asks if he wants the ones woven into the nest removed as well. The fact he’s at a loss as to why someone would respect his boundaries hurts almost as much as ripping out where Tommy’s feathers mark him as part of the flock.

But he does it, since that’s what Tommy needs to feel safe, even if Tommy is suspicious of his attempts. Horrifically, he discovers almost every act of affection was interpreted as manipulation, especially the parental ones. Philza winces as Tommy declares he wants to self-preen from now on, decrying the bonding experience as nothing more than manipulation.

But- hadn’t Tommy liked it? Philza isn’t stupid, he’s figured it would hit close to memories of his abuser. That’s why he’d been so careful to frequently ask if he wanted to stop. But Tommy had coo’d back every time, asking him to keep petting his wings long past the point they were tidy. Like he wanted to stay in Philza’s arms forever. That’s why Philza asked to make their flock official, he’d thought… Tommy had seemed so happy…

Philza feels confused, and awful, and worried. “You know you can let me know when I’m making you uncomfortable, right mate? You can always tell me to stop and I will.”

Tommy doesn’t believe him then.

But slowly he starts to, tentatively testing the waters over the weeks and waiting with bated breath to be punished for it. As if it’s such an overreach to demand the basic bodily autonomy of people asking permission before showing physical affection. As time passes, he rejects it more and more, growing comfortable asserting his own wants. Philza aches with the desire to tuck his chick under wing, but swallows the increasing distance. It’s good that Tommy feels safe refusing what Philza wants. He’s healing. Philza’s empty arms must be a good thing.

And naturally, he becomes a little turd with it once he feels safe enough, but Philza can’t exactly resend the promise and so ends up being forced to just stand there while a zombie attacks him since “swinging that sword around makes me uncomfortable Phil, I thought you said this was a safe place.” But Tommy’s delighted laughter makes up for it, even if Philza forces him to replace the golden apples he wasted to survive. He doesn’t mind the little pranks.

But something in Philza panics when Tommy finally abandons the nest to sleep in a bed. He can’t sleep at night, tormented by the keen awareness his nest is empty. Instincts howl to find his chick, because no matter how he fights it that doesn’t change the imprinting. Verging on falling prey to parental instincts and dragging the boy to the safety of the nest, Philza sneaks out the front door and slumps against it. He can’t break that trust, he just can’t. But neither can he sleep with an empty nest.

His movement sends a few dogs barking, and it isn’t long before Techno looms over him in the cloak of midnight. Philza holds himself a little tighter. “My nest is empty,” he says hoarsely. Techno lurches to action, till assured Tommy is perfectly safe. “He doesn’t want to be my hatchling. It hurt him too deeply last time.” And yet his instincts care not, crying in panic. Philza buries his face in the knees drawn to his chest.

“Would you be able to sleep if something else filled the nest? Like, could the instincts tell the difference?” Philza has no idea, but as exhausted as he is he’s willing to try. Or, till Techno volunteers himself, because Philza really doesn’t want to make his instincts Techno’s problem. Techno shrugs. “Probably a lot less awkward for me than it is Tommy, given how long we’ve known each other. Might as well try.” Not that Techno cares to be viewed as a piglet, but his feelings were bruised when the broody Philza categorized him as a threat. “We’re a flock, aren’t we?”

“Always.” So Techno burrows into the nest, rooting it up till Philza’s feathers ruffle disapprovingly. They’re different, and Techno likes it that way, but the dozens of little instances where their instincts misalign get under his fur sometimes, like a wedge between them. But they both refuse to let it stop them. The hesitance is drowned in a yawn, and Philza nestles over him. It’s a reassuring pressure, reminding Techno of the sounder he long aged out of. Soft feathers wrap around him, and after a few sleepy coos, Philza drifts off, finally assured that his nest is barren no more. Techno smiles, glad he could help his friend. He wraps an arm around Philza’s feathered back, and likewise accepts the embrace of slumber.

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nako-doodles · 2 years

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J-JEONGGUK WE NEED TO TALK- NONONO MY NECK ISN'T THAT TASTY KOO TRUST ME-

thats not smudged lipstick thats actually my lifeblood and sanity 🥰🥰🥰

#im manifesting an entire ao3 fic of supternatural bangtan #so we have phoenix jin dragon yoongi as big hyung protectors #grim reaper/witch hobi druid/elf namjoon the morally grey but will kill for their loves #and ofc fallen angel jimin and reformed demon taehyung as the chaotic duo who adopted bby vampire koo #im making this a reality dont test me hybe!!!!#ans #muwutuals

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darkwater-fic-recs · 8 months

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(Oneshot part of an ongoing series)

#tommyinnit #philza #tommy innit #fic rec #angel duo

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mcytrauma · 2 years

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― patience and pin feathers

author - youreyeslookliketheocean status - completed length - 5 chapters / 10.3k words dynamics - angel duo, implied SBI worldbuilding - origins au genre/tropes - fluff, angst, hurt/comfort / found family, wingfic content warnings - lying, character injury [chapter 1], food poisoning [chapter 3]. there aren’t any chapter-by-chapter CWs so be careful!

summary

“Crow father?”

Phil rolled over on his bed with a sigh. The clock on his wall was almost too dark to make out. Tangerine colored sunlight, warm and glowing, had just barely cracked the surface of the misty horizon outside his balcony window. “Yes?”

“You have to promise not to be mad.”

Those were not exactly the words Phil wanted to be hearing out of his youngest’s, Tommy’s, mouth at seven thirty in the morning.

thoughts - fuck this was so cute. a little heartbreaking, but the last chapter completely makes up for that. super satisfying ending. the character dynamics are to die for. and phil is such a dad. just overall really good fic, very satisfying. i’m a sucker for a fic with a good father figure.

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angelsandarsenic · 1 year

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Guys look what I found

It’s literally that scene from Diamonds Emeralds and Other Useless Crap😂

#tnt duo #diamonds emeralds and other useless crap #angel writes #tnt duo fics #Tnt duo fanfic

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hemmingsleclerc · 2 months

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is it possible to have olivia meet charles daughter?😭 dad driver fics are my favorite! don’t worry if you can’t, love your works!❤️

The beginning of a friendship┃C.L M.V

summary: where emma jules and olivia verstappen meet

I'm back!!! So so cute this new duo!🥲💗

It was a hot day of racing in the Formula 1 paddock, the sound of cars accelerating filled the air. Charles, the Ferrari driver, walked hand in hand with his pretty daughter Emma Jules. Emma, with her eyes shining, held on tightly to her father's hand as they walked through the place.

Meanwhile, Red Bull Racing driver Max was also accompanied by his 6-year-old daughter, Olivia. Liv, with her blonde hair bouncing as she jumped alongside her father, was eager to explore the thrill of the race.

When they arrived at the track, Olivia's eyes widened with excitement at the sights and sounds of the racing world. But her attention quickly changed when she noticed a girl who appeared to be the same age near her, along with a man in a red suit similar to her father's.

With an excited sound, she waved her father's hand to get his attention.

¿What happend angel?

¿Who's that girl over there daddy?

!Oh, that's charles with his daughter, do you want to say hi to them?

!Yes, yes¡

Max smiled and walked towards Charles with Olivia by his side "Hey, Charles! How are you?"

"Hey, Max, great, you?" Charles responded with a warm smile. "This is my daughter, Emma. And I see you have liv with you today."

Max nodded and his eyes sparkled. "Yes, this is Olivia. She's been dying to meet your little girl since she heard that she would be in the same race as her and would have someone to play with."

Emma, sensing the attention directed at her, peeked behind her father's shoulder, her small hand clutching Charles's shirt.

"Hi, Emma! I'm Olivia Verstappen!" Olivia chirped, taking a step closer, her enthusiasm palpable.

Emma's response was a timid movement, her cheeks flushed with shyness as she buried her face against Charles's chest.

Charles laughed softly, rubbing Emma's back to reassure her. "It's okay, Emm. Olivia is just excited to meet you."

Max crouched down next to Olivia and put a hand on her shoulder. "Emma's a little shy, Liv. Why don't you show her your toys?"

Olivia's eyes widened with excitement as she reached into her small backpack and pulled out some dolls. "Look, Emma! Isn't this great?"

Faced with this action, Charles took Emma out of his arms but she was still a little shy, so she hid behind her father's leg.

Peeking out from behind her father's leg, Emma cast a curious glance at the dolls before tentatively reaching out to touch them. Her fingers touched the pretty dress of one of them and a slight smile appeared at the corners of her lips.

Max and Charles exchanged a knowing smile as they watched the two girls join tentatively over the dolls. Slowly but surely, Emma's shyness faded, replaced by a new sense of curiosity and excitement.

They discovered a shared love for the color pink, and from that moment on, they were inseparable.

Try as they might, Max and Charles couldn't keep the girls apart. Olivia's boundless energy and Emma's newfound confidence kept them attached at the hip all day, much to the amusement of the racing teams and fans.

As the sun began to set on the circuit and the race ended, Max and Charles exchanged bewildered glances. It seemed like their daughters had formed an unbreakable bond in just a few hours.

"Looks like we're in for a long road," Max laughed, as he and Charles resigned themselves to the inevitable play date.

That night they met at Charles's house, where Charles's wife Y/N warmly welcomed Max, his wife, and Liv. The girls wasted no time raiding Emma's collection of costumes, transforming themselves into princesses with joy.

Over a delicious dinner prepared by Y/N, Max and Charles shared stories of their own childhood pranks, marveling at the unlikely friendship blossoming before their eyes.

As the night came to an end, Max couldn't help but smile as he saw Olivia and Emma fast asleep on the couch, wrapped in a tight embrace.

That day, a new friendship was made at the paddock.

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