#yandere harry potter au

[darkbluekies]

Like magic —Part 1

part 2 Male!yandere x female!reader x female!yandere

Hogwarts AU

Summary: your parents have denied you access to going to hogwarts, but finally in your 3d year, you manage to sneak off. But is life really that good at hogwarts when two students take a concerningly big interest in you?

Warnings: bullying, indications of unstable home life, kissing (dubcon?), forcing reader to throw up,

Word count: 6.8k

A/N: I have loosely followed the AU, but have made up my own things for the plot to work, so don't take my work literally :)

It has to be a joke, right? There’s no way that you can run straight through a wall! You gulp and look around, seeing if anyone else is doing the same, or if anyone is noticing how much you’re staring at the pillar separating the two platforms. Finally, you see two others make it through and you decide to make a run for it. You close your eyes and when you dare to open them again, you’re there. The train, the students, it’s finally time. After three, long years. 

You were supposed to start when you were eleven, but you weren’t allowed to. They didn’t believe you. If you hadn't picked the lock to your bedroom, you'd not be here this year either. You don't have anything — no books, no animals, no broom. You only have a wand and a packed suitcase. You watch the other students already wearing their Hogwarts uniforms. They hug their parents and catch up with their friends. You sneak onto the train and sit down in your own little coupe. Your heart is hammering against your chest. Your parents will figure it out soon enough and you're terrified that they'll stand on the platform and demand you to get off. 

Just start the train, make it leave.

"Oh, excuse me", a voice says.

You turn your head to the door, seeing a blonde girl standing there with a black, Grey and yellow uniform on.

"Can I sit with you?" she asks and quickly adds: "I saw you out on the platform. You looked rather lost so i just wanted to see if I could help you."

"Yeah, sure", you answer, startled. "Thank you."

The girl sits down on the couch in front of you with a smile.

"I'm Hedwig", she smiles. "Third year student. What's your name?"

"Y/N", you answer hesitantly. "I'm … new."

"I see. You're a first year student?"

"Not exactly, no … I'm supposed to be in third year too-"

"Oh, really?" Hedwig shines up. "I don't think I've ever seen you before. Which house are you in?"

"I don't know." You shrug embarrassedly. "This is technically my first year."

"Oh … I see." She smiles brightly. "That's totally fine. I can help you if you want. We have some hours to kill, so I can fill you up on most things so you're not as lost when you reach Hogwarts as you were out on the platform."

"Yes, please, that would be great. Thank you."

Hedwig fills you in on basic information. Four houses, different characteristics, a talking hat gives you your house. The school is a gigantic castle that has moving stairs, every house has passwords to their common rooms, some teachers are asses, some are okay, some are nice. Don't wander into the forest, especially at night, stay out of certain corridors. The janitor's cat is an asshole.

"I suppose you're a muggleborn then", Hedwig smiles and adds when you frown confusedly: "born and raised by normal people. Otherwise you'd know most things already."

"Are you?" you wonder, wanting to find something in common with this extraordinary girl.

"Halfblood, actually. My dad is a businessman and my mother is a witch. But don't worry, I don't care about what type of families people come from. It doesn't interest me in the slightest."

"Do some care?"

Hedwig squirms uncomfortably. "Some do. Some people think that being from a wizard family makes them superior to halfbloods and muggleborns, but don't you worry, those people aren't worth socializing with."

"Which house are you in?"

Hedwig smiles and shows you the yellow logo on her cape. You can see a badger in the middle.

"I'm a Hufflepuff!" she smiles and giggles. "The best house according to me, but I'm supposedly a bit biased."

"Which do you think I'll get into?" you ask.

"I'm not sure. It's hard for me to say after only talking with you for thirty minutes … but I think you could be a Hufflepuff like me … or a Gryffindor."

"Why a Gryffindor?"

"I don't know, but you seem to have a steady heart."

"Which is the worst house?"

"There's no such thing as a 'worst house', Y/N. Every house has both good and bad people — even Hufflepuff. Although some houses may have a bigger percentage of 'bad' people." She sighs. "Slytherin. Although I do have some friends from Slytherin, some of the students in that house can be quite … scary. Their pride can be extremely big and they let that go out over other people. Don't worry about it though, not everyone is mean."

You nod and gulp.

Hedwig catches you up on some easy spells and knowledge on the rest of the way. You avoid every type of question that can lead her to know about your … situation.

You get sorted into a house in private, after Hedwig asks the principal about not pulling so much attention to you. You're embarrassed as if already. You're a Ravenclaw.

"The uniform is so pretty on you, Y/N!" she gasps as you come out of Dumbledore's office. "The blue looks really good on you."

"Thank you", you say and feel the material. "What do I do now?"

"We'll go back to the welcome ceremony and then you'll have to talk to your prefects. They'll fill you in with everything you need to know." She takes your hands in hers. "If you ever need any books, let me know and I'll lend you one, okay?"

"Thank you, Hedwig."

She doesn't let your hands go. You have to pull them back to be able to walk to the hall. You sit down with the other third years and glance over to Hedwig’s table.

"You know Hedwig?" a Ravenclaw boy with black eyes asks. 

"I met her on the train", you say.

"She's the most popular girl in our year", a girl says. "Everyone wants to be her friend."

"Really?" you wonder and glance at Hedwig who's sitting and smiling with her fellow Hufflepuffs. "She never came across as someone popular."

Maybe you're too used to how the people back home act.

When all the first years have gotten their houses and the food has been devoured, you follow your prefect through mighty corridors that have ghosts flowing past. You enter a rower with a long, spiral staircase. Your legs hurt after four steps.

"Y/N", the prefect says. "Before I show you to the dormitory, I need to talk to you a bit. Do you know any magic at all?"

"Hedwig taught me a bit on the train", you reply, concluding that only saying her first name should work if she's as popular as that boy had insisted.

"You'll have to take extra classes unless you want to start all over with the first graders."

You shake your head quickly. Rather hard work now than be known as 'the third grader among first years' for your entire school time.

You're led into the dormitory and granted your own bed. Your things are already in your drawers. After this long, eventful day, you fall asleep quickly, finally where you should be. When waking up, you’re first confused about where you are, sure that everything that happened yesterday was just a nightmare … but no, it was all real. 

"Now, don't be alarmed, my dear", Hedwig says when you meet her. "You will do just fine, okay?"

"I have never been around the castle", you mumble and take a bite out of your toast. 

"Your first lesson is Transfiguration. You'll have that class with the Slytherin students."

"Will we have any classes together?"

Hedwig smiles widely. "Sure, we will. But I think you better go now, you start in ten minutes." 

Hedwig shoots her book over the table.

"Here you go" she smiles. "Good luck now, I'll meet you for lunch, okay? You can sit with me."

"Okay, thank you", you say quietly and walk out of the great hall. Your heart is beating loudly in your chest and you start to wonder if the feeling of needing to throw up is real or only imaginary.

You find yourself lost in the large corridors before finally finding your way.

"I'm so sorry", you say quietly as you enter. "I lost my way."

"I will have mercy on you this time", the professor says. "But don't think that this will be a habit of yours, young lady. I expect you to be on time from now on."

"Of course, Professor McGonagall. I'll never be late again."

"Very well." She looks around. "Sit down beside Edmund, all the Ravenclaw seats are filled."

"Yes, professor."

You glance over the class and see an empty seat with a boy wearing the Slytherin uniform sitting beside it. He looks bored out of his mind. Carefully, you make your way over and sit down. Edmund glances at you.

"Who are you?" he mutters. "Are you a transfer student or something?"

"Something like that", you answer. 

The class starts and you immediately feel your head spin. You can't keep up.

"What's the matter, new girl?" Edmund chuckles while he leans his cheek in his hand. 

"I-I've never done anything like this!" you hiss to avoid anyone else hearing. 

Edmund’s face drops. He seems to … crawl together without having to move.

"You're a … a-", he starts.

"Edmund and Y/N, if you're going to continue talking, I'll use the both of you as guinea pigs — literally!" the professor says sternly.

Your cheeks heat up in embarrassment when the rest of the class turns to look at the both of You. Edmund rolls his eyes and grabs his book. When they turn around, you breathe out.

As break time starts, Edmund joins his friends.

"New girl", he says, catching your attention. "Next time, come earlier so I don't have to sit with you again."

"Of course", you mutter and leave.

You smile when you see Hedwig wait for you by the entrance to the big hall. She holds out her hand.

"I've missed you!" she smiles and hugs you tightly. "I was worrying for you all through Herbology!" She holds your hand while pulling you with her. "Tell me everything!"

You sit down by the Ravenclaw table to eat. Hedwig’s hazel eyes never leave yours. 

"I came late, so I sat down beside a Slytherin student."

Hedwig's smile thins out slightly. "Oh? Who? Do I know them?"

"His name is Edmund."

Hedwig chokes on her pumpkin soup and starts to cough. 

"What's wrong?" you ask quickly and pat her back.

"Did he say anything to you?" Hedwig asks worriedly. 

"He just told me to be quicker to class next time so he didn't have to sit with me. A bit rude, if you ask me."

"A bit rude? Y/N, that boy is a bully!"

You feel a shiver run down your back. 

"Edmund is one of those bad Slytherins I told you about", Hedwig says quietly. "He's a pureblood and … thinks he's better than anyone else. It's said that his parents helped … well, you know who, before he disappeared two years ago." 

Hedwig had talked about that man on the train. You gulp.

"Whatever you do, Y/N — and promise me this — don't go close to Edmund", Hedwig says and holds your hands in hers. "Please?"

You nod. Hedwig smiles and caresses your cheek.

"Let's go to the library and study on the lunch break", she says. "There's so much you need to learn!"

You study with Hedwig every day. But she doesn't seem to mind, she neglects her friends to be with you. 

"What a cute sight, isn't it?" you hear a voice say.

You're sitting in the courtyard, studying magical history. You look up, seeing Edmund and his two friends come over.

"One half and one mudblood, how sweet", he says with a wide smile. "They really do be letting anyone in these days."

“What is wrong with you?” Hedwig gasps. “Have you no shame?!”

“What? Did I say anything wrong? Aren’t you halfblood, Hedwig?” He turns to you. “New girl, aren’t you muggleborn? What did I say that is wrong, Hedwig?”

“You do not call Y/N that. You are a disgrace to the wizarding world, Edmund.”

“I find it funny how someone that isn’t fully pure is calling me a disgrace.”

Hedwig grabs your hand and helps you up on your feet. 

“Come, Y/N”, she says. “Let’s leave. We can’t study here.”

You nod. While Hedwig drags you away from the courtyard, you glance over your shoulders, seeing Edmund’s icy eyes follow you. 

“I can’t believe that he called you that”, Hedwig says quietly and pulls you with her. “I’m furious.”

“What did that mean?” you ask carefully. “Why did that matter so much?”

“Mudblood, Y/N, is one of the foulest things anyone can ever call a person. It basically means that your blood is disgusting for not being born into a wizard family. He … he called you something less than human. It’s disgusting.” Hedwig hugs you tightly and hides her face into your shoulder. “You don’t deserve that. You’re such a sweet soul, I’m so sorry.”

“Hedwig, it’s okay”, you promise with a smile. “I didn’t take any offense — I barely knew what it meant.”

“I get sad for you. You don’t deserve that.” She thinks for a moment and then lights up. "Would you like to have a sleepover?"

"How would that work out?" 

"Sneak into Hufflepuff, I'll give you the password. I'll take all the blame if we get caught. Please, Y/N? It'll be so much fun."

"The girls you share a dormitory with will be tell on us-"

"No, they won't! Trust me. The girls like me, they wouldn't tattletail."

It must be beneficial to be popular. You frown. Aren't you quite famous now too? After being glued to Hedwig’s hip for over a month must have caused rumors. You have been so busy with your extra classes and studying that you haven't been able to catch up with it all. You barely know what your fellow Ravenclaws are named.

"Please, Y/N?" Hedwig pleads. "It will be so much fun. I will get us some snacks and we can read together and tell stories."

"Where should I sleep?"

"In my bed, of course! We're friends, it's not weird. What do you say?"

"Alright, if you promise that we won't get in trouble."

"No one will tell, I promise!" She takes your hand. "Let's go to the library and study now."

You do sneak into the Hufflepuff common room that evening together with Hedwig. You can't help but feel terribly wrong and every motion you make feels watched. At any time someone will pop out and you'll be caught. Hedwig pulls you through the common room and you can't help but gawk. Why weren't you placed in Hufflepuff?

Wearing your pajamas, you climb down into Hedwig’s bed. She smiles, cuddling up beside you. Her arm hugs yours, her head leaning onto your shoulder. The other girls in the dormitory glances at you, but none of them say anything to you. 

“Y/N, what do you want to do?” she asks. “Would you like to read anything? Or just sleep? Or anything else?”

“I think I’d just like to sleep”, you say quickly. “My nerves are still telling me that this is a bad idea.”

You don’t admit it out loud, but you want it to be over as quickly as possible before someone finds you out. Hedwig nods and turns off the lights. You lay down in the light of the moon and feel how Hedwig crawls down beside you. She pets your hair in a loving manner, feeling it gently.

“You have such pretty hair”, she whispers, making sure no one else hears. “I always stare at it. Have you caught me looking?”

“Actually, no”, you smile. “I know you look at me a lot, but I didn’t know you looked at my hair specifically.”

“I’m not only looking at your hair, silly. I think you’re pretty.”

“I think you’re pretty too, Hedwig.”

“Really? Do you really think so?”

You nod. She seems to burst with happiness.

“But you already know that”, you say. “Everyone loves you. Everyone tells you that.”

“Yes, but there’s a difference when someone you don’t care about says it and when someone you hold dear tells you.”

You smile. Hedwig’s hazel eyes glisten in the moonlight as she smiles widely and curls up in your arms, like a cat. She holds you tightly, hiding her own face into your neck. You’re not sure how, but you do fall asleep easily that night — snug and secure in her warm embrace.

The next morning, Hedwig doesn't want to let you go. She begs you to skip breakfast and lay in bed, buy you insist on eating.

“Before we go, could you please try my uniform?” Hedwig pleads and holds up the yellow and black uniform. “I want to see how you’d look like if you were a Hufflepuff. Please, Y/N? Just for fun?”

“We’ll be late for breakfast”, you mumble. 

“Nonsense.”

She has already start to tug at your pajamas. You give in and put on the Hufflepuff uniform. Hedwig watches you with excited eyes. 

“Oh, why weren't you placed in Hufflepuff?” she sighs. “Why weren’t you placed with me?”

“I don’t know, Hedwig.”

“It’s so unfair.” She pouts. “We belong together. We’re destined to be side by side. Why did the sorting hat have to put us in two different houses?”

“The sorting hat has its reasons. Now, give me back my own uniform so that I can go to breakfast.”

“Yeah, yeah …”

You change into your own uniform before sneaking out to the corridor with no one in sight. A small smile plays on your lips. You managed to to do it!

Together, you walk to the great hall but before you reach it, Professor Snape has caught the both of you. 

“You two better follow with me”, he says coldly. “You’re both in deep trouble.”

Shit. He knows. 

Hedwig takes your hand, squeezing it. You only have time to look at her terrified eyes before you’re pulled into Snape’s office. He’s not alone. It seems like the entire faculty staff is there. Hedwig’s squeeze becomes tighter. 

“Y/N, you went into the Hufflepuff house this night”, Dumbledore says, not sparing any sweet talk. “That is strictly forbidden.”

“I made her do it”, Hedwig says firmly. “Y/N hesitated, I told her into it, I convinced her. Please don't punish her, I was the one giving out the password from the beginning."

"These are serious things, miss."

"I know. I just … I really want to be with Y/N." She takes your hand. "More than anything. I’m so sorry for causing all of this, professor. I will never do it again. Punish me only, please.”

“Snape, this is a clear sign of innocent love”, Dumbledore tells the other man. 

You flinch. Love?

“I don’t care”, Snape mutters. “They broke the rules.”

“I don’t see any malice in their intentions. They only wanted to be with each other. I will not punish them — this time — but if they do this again, I will give them a week’s long detention in different classes. I can’t punish miss Hedwig all too much, after all, she is Y/N’s tutor. But if you break the rules again, Hedwig, we will find someone else to tutor her, is that clear?”

“Yes, professor”, Hedwig replies. “Thank you for not punishing us. We will make sure to behave.”

“You can go.”

Hedwig tugs on your hand before you leave. Your head is spinning with confusion. Who snitched you out? Did one of the girls do that? They could risk house points and to get in conflict with Hedwig … no they wouldn’t risk any of that. Then who?

“Breaking rules is so not Hufflepuff behavior”, a voice snickers. 

You turn to the side, seeing Edmund lean against the wall. 

“You spied on us?” you ask. 

“Spy?” Edmund wonders and stands up. “I couldn’t care less about the two of you, don’t flatter yourselves. You two are like annoying, loud flies, I can’t ignore you because you’re always in my face.”

“Don’t listen to him”, Hedwig says and pulls on your arm. “Let’s go get some breakfast, Y/N.”

“Careful, Hedwig”, Edmund smirks. “You heard what they said: break one more rule and you lose tutor privileges over Y/N.”

You roll your eyes as the two of you walk alongside each other. Edmund’s words don’t feel good in your stomach and you have an eerie suspicion that he’s going to do something. 

You sit out in the grass, reading. While Hedwig is having her defense against dark arts-class you have a free period. Deciding to take your alone time to your benefit, you decide to read up on some things beforehand.

"Where's your little halfblood?" you hear that voice ask.

You look up from your book, seeing Edmund and his two minions grin at you.

"In class", you answer shortly and start to change pages, hoping he gets the hint that you're busy and leaves you alone. 

Edmund snatches the book from you. You cut your finger on the paper. With a hiss, you stand up. Edmund laughs as he looks in the book.

"I learned this last year", he chuckles. "You really are a transfer student. Cute."

"Give it to me", you sigh. "I'm not in the mood, I have to learn that."

"You won't learn from the book. We barely used it for this topic."

"Great. I'm doomed."

"I could offer you some tutoring. I got full marks after all."

You frown. "Why would you do that?"

"What can I say? I'm a generous spirit. Besides, I'm bored. Teaching a little mudblood magic could entertain me for a week or two."

"Don't you have class?"

"Not until twelve thirty." Edmund points at the castle wall with the book. "Sit down, mudblood, let's learn."

That 'nickname' makes your stomach turn. After knowing the full definition, you'd rather have Edmund call you something along the lines of a whore — that way you could actually have some clever comebacks. Mudblood, on the other hand, is nothing you can answer to. You sit down slowly. Edmund sits down on your left side and his two minions on your right side. Edmund opens the book and puts his finger to a paragraph.

"See this?" he asks. "This is something you have to learn in case you want to pass. The checklist doesn't contain this, but it will come anyway. So learn it."

You nod. 

"Take up your wand", he says. "You have to learn this spell."

You pick up your wand from your pocket. Edmund orders one of his friends to stand in front of you as he holds his hand over yours, showing you how you're supposed to move. His hand is cold. The spell causes his friend's wand to be sent flying. You lay the word Expelliarmus onto your mind.

"This is actually great for dueling", he says. "We had some dueling classes last year, but I guess we'll have this year too. In that case, you'll have to have mastered these spells or you can kiss your ass goodbye."

"You'll end up in the hospital wing", one of Edmund’s friends grins.

"H-Hospital wing?" you say and damn yourself for stuttering. 

The three of them chuckles.

"Yes, little girl, hospital wing", Edmund smirks darkly. "Ending up there is never fun. People often scream in pain there. If you end up there you'll never be the same again."

Your wide eyes make Edmund laugh. He presses the book in your arms and stands up.

"Let's make a deal", Edmund says. "Do you know what quidditch is?"

"Hedwig told me on the train", you reply.

"I play. If Slytherin wins the next match, you're going to be my little maid for a full week. You'll do everything I tell you to. And if those ridiculous Gryffindors win, you're free from polishing my shoes."

"I don't get anything either way."

"Don't be greedy, transfer student."

He takes your hand and shakes it before you have time to register. 

"Now you can't back out", he smiles proudly.

"Did you enchant-?"

"Yes."

You rip your hand back, snatch your book and start to walk away. You meet up with Hedwig who's walking out of the classroom.

"What's wrong?" she asks quickly, rubbing your shoulder. "You look disturbed."

"Edmund and his friends cornered me outside. He forced me to make a deal with him."

Hedwig goes white. "What type of deal?"

"He plays quidditch and if he wins the next match, I have to be his maid for a week."

"Oh, my God, I hate him." She cups your cheeks. "We'll come up with a way to stop him or break the deal. Worst case scenario, we'll have to ruin for the entire Slytherin team and then we'll be dead, but if we have to then …"

You nod.

"Let's get you something to eat", Hedwig smiles and takes your hand.

She stays with you until your class starts. The second the classroom door closes, her smile drops. She makes her way over to the Slytherin entrance and waits for one to come out.

"What are you doing here?" the Slytherin girl asks.

"I need to speak to Edmund, do you know where he is?" Hedwig asks shortly.

"I'd suppose the quidditch court. He came in laughing and said that he had to train hard this time."

"That son of a- … thank you, for your help."

"No problem."

The Slytherin girl passes her and Hedwig scoffs. The audacity of Edmund …

She makes her way over to the quidditch court, finding him training all alone. He doesn't notice her at first, but when he does  a smirk plays on his lips. He flies down to the ground and steps off his broom, holding it close to his body.

"Well, well", he says. "I start to believe that you're obsessed with me the way you're always hanging around. By the way, did you know that there's a rumor going around about you and Y/N? You're not slick, you know. Everyone knows that you're head over heels for her."

"Cut the talk, Edmund. Break the deal with Y/N. She has enough on her plate. I'm not going to let you hurt her."

"You came here to threaten me? Careful now, Hedwig, think about what you're doing." 

"I'm not going to let you take her from me."

Edmund takes a step closer. His icy cold blue eyes seem to darken without having to change their light color. "Listen closely, you filthy, little halfblood", he hisses. "If you try to interfere — if you even try as much as to stick your pointy little nose into my business — I'll put you into the hospital wing until I'm done with Y/N. Is that clear?"

Hedwig can't answer. Edmund walks past her, intentionally hitting her shoulder with his. 

The day for the match arrives. 

"I think that I'm going to throw up", you mutter, taking a hold of the wood railing in front of you.

The two teams are flying above you, tension growing.

"I'm sure he won't win", Hedwig says, but she sounds hesitant. 

“Slytherin has the lead!"

"Let's hope that the Gryffindor seeker gets the snitch."

"Did you manage to destroy for Edmund?"

Hedwig shakes her head carefully. You groan and rest your forehead down on the wooden railing. Another score has been made and you don't want to look. Finally, someone has caught the snitch. Slytherin wins. You look up in horror, eyes darting to Edmund. He's looking right at you with a smirk. You're dead.

Already the next morning, Edmund waits for you outside the Ravenclaw entrance. He dumps his heavy books in your hands.

"We're having a class together", he says. "And you are going to carry my books."

You groan and take a better grip on his — and your — books, unsure how you're going to carry them all to the other side of the school.

"Where's your friends?" you ask.

"They're still at breakfast", Edmund replies as you start to walk. "I don't need them now, not when you're carrying my things. Speaking of friends, I don't want you to be with that annoying Hufflepuff during the entire week."

"I'm not going to be your dog."

"Oh, yes, you are — and you're going to bark if I tell you to."

"What am I going to do when you're in class and I'm not, then? Be all alone?"

"Yes, because if I find out that you've been talking to her, I'm going to make you wish you never transferred here, got that?"

You nod. Edmund doesn't say anything more until you reach the classroom. He catches up with his friends who laugh loudly when they see you. Oh, how you wish that you knew any transfiguration spell that could turn you into a mouse.

"Look, she's embarrassed!" one of his friends mock.

Others start to turn to look at you with chuckles. Their stares burn right through you. You want to hide your face in the pile of books in your hands. 

"Sit with me", Edmund says and grabs your tie to pull you with him. "You're going to take notes for me."

You sit down in the middle of the classroom. Edmund pushes you to the chair by the wall while he takes the aisle seat, trapping you. You take notes for him while simultaneously trying to ignore that he exists. Surprisingly, you're great at multitasking. 

You give him the notes as soon as the class is dismissed. Edmund reads it with a smirk on his face.

"Good job, little girl", he says. "I can actually read them." He folds it and puts it in his pocket. "Now, let's go get some air."

Together with his two friends, you walk out to the courtyard. You can see Hedwig with some of her friends walking from the Herbology classroom. She hugs books close to her body, one being the Herbology book, the other a book about potions. You meet her eyes. She suddenly looks incredibly sad, but tries to give you a small, reassuring smile. You're close to jumping out of your skin when you feel a hand on your shoulder. Turning, you see that Edmund has noticed Hedwig as well. He squeezes your shoulder while keeping eye contact with the girl. Hedwig turns her eyes away and speeds her steps.

Not seeing Hedwig feels like a punishment in itself. Edmund and his friends aren't pleasant, at all — or at least not his friends, Edmund’s not been as bad as you thought. He's toned down on the vulgar nicknames and started small talking when you're walking.

"Stop fucking yawning", Edmund mutters and hits you in the back of your head.

"Why are we up before the sun?" you whine and rub your eyes.

"You're going to watch my quidditch practice."

He drags you out into the cold, autumn air, over to the high wooden pillars of the quidditch court. You're sat down in the Slytherin section and told to sit there until he's done. Edmund disappears to the changing room and comes out in his quidditch uniform. You sit still, watching. You can't quite understand the rules, even if you've already watched a match. You're unsure of what Edmund’s position is or what the flying balls are used for. Every minute grows colder. When the sun has risen, you're as cold as ice. You can no longer feel your fingers or toes.

Edmund flies over to you, now holding his Slytherin scarf and gloves in his hand.

"You're so stupid, why didn't you bring your own scarf?" he mutters while tying his around your cold neck. 

"I barely knew who I was when I walked out of the common room", you mumble. "I was so tired. And now I'm cold and hungry."

"You do nothing but complain, do you? Breakfast is in an hour. Think you can hold out until then?"

You nod tiredly. 

"Good girl" he says and puts the gloves on your cold hands. "Keep your hands in the gloves and put them in your pockets. You're like a child, unbelievable."

Ironic, coming from a brat like Edmund. You take a deep breath and sink into the seat. When Edmund’s done, he changes into his normal uniform and comes to meet you. You start to take off the scarf, but his hands stop you.

"Leave it on", he says shortly. "Come now."

The second you enter the castle, you feel warmer. You're about to remove the scarf for a second time.

"God, woman, just keep it on, will you?" Edmund mutters and ties it to the point where you choke. 

"We're inside now, I don't need it anymore."

"Oh, trust me, you do."

"Why?"

Edmund smirks. "To give your girlfriend a sweet little memory."

"We're not together though."

Edmund furrows his brows and nods, clearly thinking hard.

"Very well", he says. "Winners keeper, I say."

"What?" 

"Nothing."

His icy blue eyes sparkle in a new, competitive way, like he's now gotten a new challenge. His hands tie a double knot in the scarf before sending you off to the Ravenclaw table. The others give you weird glances. By now, it's not a secret that you're Edmund’s pet. Although it's only two days left of your week, you're sure that your reputation as his dog will stay with you throughout your entire schooling. 

You look around, noticing Hedwig sitting by the Hufflepuff table. She looks at you with something you can't describe in her eyes, something dark. She holds something in her hand. You can just make out the outline of a small, pink bottle. She gives you a small, sad smile. All you want is to go over and hug her, but you remember Edmund’s warning. You have a class together after breakfast however, he can’t forbid you from going to it. 

Your plate is already set out with a glass full of pumpkin juice. Devouring it would be an understatement — especially after the morning you’ve had. You're happy no one is taking a picture.

The day continues normally after Edmund’s rude awakening. You can meet up with Hedwig in Herbology class, and oh, how happy you're to see her. You hug her tightly, earning a mirroring squeeze back. She buries her head into your hair. 

"I've missed you so much", she coos, hugging you tightly. “So, so much.”

You breathe her in, mind getting fogged up with her scent. Oh, how you want nothing more than to ditch Edmund and be with her. Hedwig doesn't seem to mind how you cling onto her and you’re surprised yourself with how much you want to hold onto her. She strokes your hair with a smile. Being back with Hedwig — despite Edmund's warnings — feels like absolute paradise. The few days spent apart has made you see her in a completely new light. You’ve forgotten how pretty she is. 

"I can't watch that anymore", she sighs and starts to remove the Slytherin scarf from your neck. "Where is your scarf, dearest?"

"In my dormitory", you answer sheepishly. 

Hedwig gives you a motherly stern gaze before taking off her Hufflepuff scarf and tying it around your neck. It smells just like her.

"That's better", Hedwig smiles. "Don't you think so?"

You nod. Much, much better. The teacher interrupts your talk with demands of the two of you working. You don't mind, because you work with Hedwig who knows exactly what to do. 

"Would you like to read on the break?" Hedwig asks you.

You nod, not even thinking about Edmund’s threats. You follow her out to the yard, sitting on one of the brick walls with her. You lay down with her head in her lap while she reads aloud for you. You can't focus on the words, only how they're formed through Hedwig's pink lips. You want to feel them on yours. Before you have time to think, you reach up to kiss her. Her lips melt into yours instantly.Hedwig lets go of her book and cups her cheeks to kiss back. Fuck Edmund, you think. You pull Hedwig closer, wanting to be filled with her and her only. Everything about her is soft, even her kisses. They're filled with love and taste like strawberry.

"What the fuck are you doing?" the voice you've just damned says angrily. "I warned you, mudblood, didn't I?"

He rips you from Hedwig, up on your feet. Edmund glances from Hedwig to you, and back. He halts and grabs a hold of your face, opening your eyes with his thumbs. 

"You sneaky bitch!" he gasps. "You've given her a love potion!"

"I have not", Hedwig replies defensively. 

"Really? Then why are her pupils heart shaped?"

Hedwig doesn't answer. Edmund grabs a hold of your arms.

"If you excuse me, I'm going to go shove my fingers down her throat to get it out of her", he says coldly.

"You are not!" Hedwig screeches and rips you back.

"Then you'll get it out of her. I don’t care how, but Y/N is going to puke that love potion out before the break is over. Y/N is still mine, remember? I have two more days to do whatever I want with her."

Hedwig groans. Edmund, you, Hedwig and Edmund’s two friends make your way to the girls bathroom. The boys wait outside while Hedwig takes you into the bathroom stalls. She helps you throw up the love potion, holding your hair in her hands. 

“And there goes my well earned breakfast …”, you sigh groggily and get up from your knees. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N”, Hedwig whispers guiltily with tears in her eyes. “I didn’t want to trick you or anything, please don’t believe that. I-I just … I was scared that Edmund had manipulated you. I had to make sure that you knew that … he wasn’t good.”

You sigh and nod heavily. “I understand, but I had wished that you hadn’t given to me without my knowledge.”

“I’m really, really sorry. Can you please forgive me?”

The tears fall down her cheeks. You can’t be mad at her, not after every nice thing she’s done to you. You can see how bad she feels. You’re sure that she won’t do it again. 

“Of course”, you say. “I’m just grateful that you didn’t make a potion that did something bad. It wasn’t the potion itself that was bad, it was the way you did it.”

“I understand. I’ll never do it again, I promise! I will never, ever do anything like that again!” She takes your hands and sniffles. “I don’t want to lose you as a friend. I-I do like you more than a friend … but I will not let that come between our friendship. Please don’t leave me. I can lose every single friend I have … but not you. Oh, God, not you.”

You can hear Edmund bang on the door to the girls bathroom impatiently and you sigh.

“I can’t spend time with you right now”, you say. “Edmund’s right — unfortunately — I have two more days in his captivity. If not, he’s promised to ruin my life. I don’t want to take that risk, I’ve had enough problems.” You squeeze her hands. “It’s just two more days.”

Hedwig sniffles and nods. “Okay.”

You give her a small smile before going back to Edmund. He tells his friends to take you further down in the corridor while he talks with Hedwig. She wipes her tears and glares at him. 

“Silly girl”, Edmund scoffs. “You’re not that bright, are you?”

“I don’t know what you want Y/N, but at least I didn’t do anything to cause her harm, like you do”, Hedwig answers sharply. “I did something that would benefit her.”

“Yeah, keep telling yourself that. Y/N belongs to me now and if you don’t want to get hurt, Hedwig, stay out of my way, got it? I’m warning you. If I were you, I’d listen.”

Hedwig takes a step closer. “I’m not going to let anybody take her from me.”

Edmund’s eyebrow twitches. “Alright then. Suit yourself.”

With that said, he walks towards his friends and you, leaving Hedwig behind. He rips of the Hufflepuff scarf. 

“Get that ugly thing off of your neck”, he mutters and drags you with him. “Can’t even leave you alone for five minutes! Can’t fucking believe that little filth. If Hedwig gets to play dirty, then I do too.” He stops to wipe of your lips. “If you ever kiss her again, I’ll kill her.”

You try push his arm off of you, but instead, it tightens and he gives you a stern look. 

“I should just do it …”, he mutters. 

“Do what?”

He gives your lips a quick peck. You stand as frozen, looking up at him in shock. Edmund rests his hand on your cheek. 

“Never kiss her again.”

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere drabbles #yandere oc x you #yandere fics #yandere mafia #yandere oc x reader #yandere stories #yandere harry potter au #yandere hogwarts #yandere witch #yandere wizard #female yandere #female reader

[enha-doodles]

Hey can you do a reaction to Slytherin boys reacting to the reader being a bookworm ?

Thankyou 💗💗

SLYTHERIN GUYS REACTION TO YOU BEING A BOOKWORM | ✧⁺。

Pairing : ( Mattheo , Tom , Theodore, Lorenzo, Draco ) x reader

Note : tysm for the request and i hope you enjoy it hehe 🤭🤭

Warnings : none

Mattheo Riddle

Even though Mattheo thinks reading sessions are about as thrilling as watching paint dry compared to his usual parties, he puts on a brave face for your sake because he loves you so much . He sticks around while you bury your nose in books, though his mind might wander to livelier activities. Despite the occasional yawn, he's willing to endure the quiet moments for his darling , he is a romantic and caring guy afterall

Tho he'll complain and whine all the while you won't pay attention to him and roll his eyes upon your books

Tom Riddle

Tom secretly enjoys the peaceful vibe when you're both lost in your own literary worlds. He won't admit it out loud, but he finds it oddly comforting to share comfortable silences with you, even if he'd rather be plotting world domination. Who knew the Dark Lord had a soft spot for reading?

He'd leave some of his books on your table so you'd read them , he loves seeing you smile while you read something interesting especially of his choice , your reactions making him obsessed fall deeper for you .

Theodore Nott

Theodore scratches his head trying to figure out why you're so obsessed with books, but he's a good sport about it. He might ask you why on earth you spend so much time with your nose buried in pages, but hey, to each their own, right? As long as you're happy, he's cool with it, even if he doesn't get it.

He is someone who is smart without much effort - that is the reason he doesn't understand your affection with books , which also has some people wonder why he's not into ravenclaw but then his Slytherin tendencies prove his loyalty to his house

Lorenzo Berkshire

Lorenzo is like a kid in a candy store when he realizes you both share a love for books. He's all in, racing you to finish books first and gleefully bragging when he beats you to the last page. Who knew reading could be such a competitive sport? But hey, it's all in good fun, right?

He's also a very literature typa guy so he'd have you on his lap while you're cuddled into him and you're both reading the same book . You have many of your dates in the library and none of you seem to mind .

Draco Malfoy

Draco puts up a fuss about your bookworm tendencies, claiming they're not even close to being as exciting as qudditch or poker or any other rich kid shit he has done . But secretly, he's low-key intrigued by what you're reading. He'll grumble about it, of course, but then he'll sneakily ask about the plot or characters, trying to act like he's not interested. Classic Draco, always putting on a show.

He's also very bratty so he'll be annoyed af if he's speaking and you'll tell him to shut up because you're on a good part atm coz sweetheart does he look like he cares ? He does

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[aphroditelovesu]

Yandere Golden Trio Headcanons (Platonic)

❝ 🔮 — lady l: another Harry Potter headcanons because my mind is buzzing with ideas yayy!! I hope you like it and forgive me for any mistakes! 💜

❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, jealousy, overprotection and implicit murder.

❝ 🔮pairing: yandere!golden trio/harry potter, hermione granger and ron weasley x gender neutral!reader.

You probably did not know, but they were obsessed with you from the first day of class at Hogwarts. All of you were new and some strangers to this world and they needed something they could cling to, something that would not leave them and that someone was you.

You met on the train. You and Hermione sat together and talked a little until you went with the other boys, at her insistence, you went along and that was when you met Harry and Ron.

They were ecstatic to discover that you were new too and couldn't wait to be with you at Hogwarts. Once you were selected into a house other than theirs, they would sulk and even get angry. But if you were a Gryffindor like them, there would be no problem to deal with.

They are incredibly possessive of you and they will get upset and irritated when you are with someone other than them, especially if it is someone like Draco Malfoy. You are theirs, you had become theirs since the first conversation on the train and you would continue to be theirs.

Harry is the least possessive, but he is still very jealous of you, even with his own friends. He is very kind and polite, so loyal to his friends and so adored, there is no bad intention in his actions and his thoughts are all about you. He needs to protect you, take care of you because he can't bear to lose you.

He is very calm and rarely loses his temper, Harry just wants to protect you and take care of you. He can't lose anyone else and he can't lose you. Harry is very overprotective and suffocating at times, wanting to know how you are and what you are doing. He's just looking out for you like a good friend would.

Ron is very possessive and suffocating, his insecurity will take him to extremes just to get your affection. He is very lively and optimistic, he is always the one who will lift you up and make you laugh every time you are feeling bad. He cares for you very much and secretly longs to be your favorite.

He is very insecure deep down and fears being abandoned by you, and he can't have that. Ron likes to keep you with him, always keeping you safe and secure, and most importantly of all, just with him. Ron is very spontaneous and lively, desperately wanting to be loved by you.

Hermione is the most balanced, or so she likes to think. She is very intelligent and kind to you, always making sure you are well and happy. Hermione likes to stay by your side in silence, whether it's reading a book or talking about something. She would love to help you with your studies, even if you don't need it, but it would make her very happy.

She is very possessive and manipulative, having seen you first, she should have more right to you. Hermione is fiercely protective of you and jealous, wanting to be the only one to have your attention. She is very careful about you and is always trying to help you, even if you don't need it, but this helps her feel needed. Hermione is a big fan of hers, always rooting for you.

They are extremely protective of you and they are willing to do anything for you, including using forbidden magic. Harry is very suffocating and needs constant reassurance that you are okay, Ron desperately wants your attention and affection and Hermione needs to care and guide you.

You will always be theirs. There's no way to walk away, even if you wanted to. They would never dare to harm you in any way, but if you are resolute in doing things that they vehemently disapprove of, punishment will be meted out. They don't want to scare you, that's the last thing they want, but they have limits.

At any sign of conflict or danger you will be removed. It doesn't matter if you know how to fight or are good with spells, they won't risk your safety and your life. And if you are hurt, they will go into a frenzy of rage and worry and will not stop until they find the culprit and deal with them. No one can hurt you.

Harry would always protect you and be by your side, holding your hand if you needed it. Ron will always cheer you up and say the right things to make you happy and Hermione will always guide you and take care of you in her own way.

Once they become obsessed with you, there is nothing to be done. Not even Dumbledore could help you, not when the obsession, the need to protect you, was already so ingrained in the Trio. You would have to get used to being deeply loved and protected because they aren't going anywhere and neither are you.

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[fuokir]

AU!Professor Tom Riddle and Noctua, a senior year student. The professor is trying to tie his beloved student to himself with not the most honest methods 😩

1/??? (I hope 3 pages is enough)

#tom riddle #tom marvolo riddle #yandere tom riddle #tom riddle x oc #noctua cowell #hp oc #harry potter oc #harry potter au #harry potter fandom #harry potter #lord voldemort #voldemort #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle x y/n

[skyyletai]

„Yuu and the power of magic” in miniature.

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[certifiedwhore4slashers]

Death Follows

pairing(s): dark!harry potter x reader, ron x hermione

summary: harry, your best friend, has been acting odd lately, very odd, deciding on one occasion to follow him, leads to your demise.

warnings: obsession, yandere, implied murder, blood, manipulation(slightly), perverted behavior(not from Harry), possessive!harry, toxicity, etc…

reader is pretty much gender neutral since I don’t describe any feminine pronouns or masculine pronouns, or feminity.

also this au has been in my mind a little bit lately lol. obviously everyone is 18+ in this. keep that in mind. dark themes ahead.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You were so worried for Harry. He was your best friend and nonetheless, something obviously was going on with him.

“Y/n, calm down, Ron said.”You’ve been worried this whole week.” “Look, haven’t any of you noticed that he is well, distant? Doesn’t tell us much? You ask. “I have but, maybe he’s going through stuff and coping with the whole dark lord thing, having to defeat him is a lot, Hermione pointed out.

“True, You say.”I guess. But, I still-“ Ron groaned, you couldn’t help but form a smile as it was kind of funny.”I’ll shut up now, Ron. At least about Harry.”

“Good, Ron replied, wrapping his arms around Hermione, they had been dating for four months now. You couldn’t be more happier for them.

“Where are you going? hermione asks. “Nowhere! You lie. Hermione rolls her eyes. “He said not to talk about it anymore! You say, outsmarting Ron.’

You walk a bit louder than you should have. At Hogwarts, Quietness was rare, and noise was frequent. Also a lot of chaos.

“Where is he? You murmur, trying to find Harry. You were so in love with him you’d be willing to do anything for him.

Sure, this could be because of the amount of pressure he has to stop Voldemort. But there had to have been something else.

Harry, was a introvert indeed, but this bad and distant? That didn’t seem like himself. When you spot him, You secretly follow. Maybe this was stalking or out of pure obsession, you weren’t obsessed with him, just in love, that was all.

You only followed his footsteps as you went to see where he went. Maybe you shouldn’t have. After all, curiosity kills the cat. But this was out of concern for your best friend, who you’ve grown up with pretty much.

You were doing the right thing weren’t you? Harry suddenly turns around and you hide. You almost had been caught. Almost. You were scared of what would happen if you were caught by Harry. Especially since he was more aggressive. That wasn’t like him. This whole situation was odd itself.

You probably would find that it wasn’t as concerning as you thought it was, or completely different to the scenario in your mind. You hoped it wasn’t the scenario you pictured in your mind.

Calm down, you’re overthinking, You thought. And yet, I feel drawn to this whole thing. What’s wrong with me? Am I truly becoming obsessed?

You were more than filled with self doubt, but you prioritized helping Harry with whatever he needed. Of course, only if it was good. Not if his intentions were corrupt.

You weren’t like that at all. And when you finally stopped where Harry stopped, but hiding a bit further so he didn’t see you, you didn’t find anything interesting, much to your dismay but relief as well.

You chuckle softly, for a moment you thought he was working with Voldemort. How silly of you to think such things.

You begin walking back to your dormitory, it should’ve been a short and swift walk, if you didn’t bump into someone.

“I’m so sorry, You apologize. “Don’t be, He winks, and in a suggestive tone. Already, making you feel uncomfortable.”Where did you come from?”

“Um, I was just looking for my friend, couldn’t find him, You lied. “What a shame, The ravenclaw said. You would’ve been surprised if it had a hufflepuff.

Truthfully, Every house had bad people in it. “I better get going…. You say. “I recognize you, He says.”Y/N right? The chosen one’s friend?” He said that as if you were more than that. Which you weren’t, unfortunately.

“Yes, now can I get through? You ask, a bit more sternly and assertive. You weren’t going to get out of this mess unless you did something. And you normally didn’t like doing that. You hated confrontation.

“Oh sure thing, can I walk you to your dorm? He asks. “Sure, I guess, You say nervously. He says his name and you say yours. As awkward as it is, maybe the feeling of someone actually being into you was nice.

Though, you knew his motives were anything but nice. Still, you’d never let it take that far. “Here is my dorm, You smile.”I hope I see… you around.” “You definitely will, He winks, leaving you to your dorm.

It wasn’t a good way either. He’d probably ask you out on a date eventually. “y/n, what did you find? Hermione asks. “Not much, You say.”But, before you say I told you so, I know he is hiding something.”

She sighed.”You are too in love to think logically, Y/N.” You scoff.”I’m not in love with him! I found someone!”

“You did? Both Ron and Hermione say in unison. The common room was empty somehow, making things better.

“Mhm, that ravenclaw guy or something, said his name was Bastian or something.”

Hermione groaned.”Y/n, he’s an asshole who’s only using you for sex!” “I know, and I’m not letting him use me, U just met him, doesn’t mean anything, You defended.

“Thank god, Hermione said. “I heard he’s hot though, Ron said. “Not the point, You say. Ron laughed and so did you.

“Ron, you have something to say? You joke. Hermione looks over, smirking. Ron blushed.”I’m not gay! I love ‘Mione!”

“Cute nickname, Hermione smiled, sitting beside him. “To be fair, he didn’t come up with it first, You smiled.

You looked proud and smug, as you had come up with it in Year 1. Hermione loved it and it stuck ever since. Though, it was a nickname only her closest friends, you, Ron(her boyfriend now), and Harry.

It got darker, and by the time you were in bed, you hear noises coming from the Common Room. So, much to your curiosity, you go downstairs to the common room. Relieved, You say,”Merlin, Harry, I thought you were something else.”

“No, just me, Harry said calmly.”You thought I was Voldemort or something?” “No, you laughed.”You came in really late. Won’t you get some sleep?”

“I’m not that tired, Harry assured you.”You don’t have to worry about me, Y/N.” “I think I do, You tease.”You need someone to look after you, Harry.”

He smiles.”Always putting everyone’s needs over your own, typical of you.” “It’s kind of how you are, You say.”Selfless, caring…” He sighed, plopping himself down on the couch.

“Harry, I’m worried for you, okay? You say, sitting beside him.”What’s going on?” “It’s nothing, he says. That’s a lie, you knew.

“Harry, I know that’s a lie, You say.”And…” you stop, looking down to see blood all over his clothes. You stand up.”Harry, what did you do?”

Confused, He asked,”What do you mean?” “Did you fall or something? Hurt yourself? You’ve got blood all over, You say nervously, about to pull your wand out when Harry took action quicker.”Expelliarmus!”

He disarmed tour wand, making you taken aback. Why did he do that? You weren’t a threat by any means. Pulling out your wand he probably assumed you’d hurt him or something.

“I’m not going to hurt you, I… I’m just a bit scared, okay? I need my wand to-“

He grabs it before you do. His demeanor, you just knew changed. “I’m not giving it back until I can trust you, Harry said sternly.

“God, you sound like my father, give it back! You say, reaching out for it but not succeeding.”And what makes me untrustworthy?”

“The fact you’re questioning me, and immediately go to your wand! Harry said. “Shh! They can hear you! You say, when he grabs your wrist, making you jump.

“You really want to know? He asks, his tone angrier than you’ve ever heard from him. You nodded nervously, more so afraid. This side of him you’ve never seen before.

Pulling you closer to him, Harry whispers in your ear,”I killed that creep.” “No… You say.”He wasn’t a creep. And how did you know?”

“I knew you followed me, and I saw it, Harry added.”I’m not as stupid as you might think, y/n.” “Okay, then what were you doing? You ask.”I know you’re hiding something, Harry.”

“Feeling bold, aren’t you?”

“Maybe, You reply, your voice filled with venom and a bit more confidence as you spoke. You never felt so confident in your life. But you had to hide your fear and intimidation of Harry.

“Alright then, Harry smirked.”I didn’t exactly lie about defeating Voldemort.” “Okay… You say. “I already killed him, he continues.”Which that makes me the new Dark Lord.”

“What? You say.”Okay, Maybe your trauma made you-“ His hand was wrapped around your throat, not choking you but he could.”I’d rather you keep your mouth shut about this.”

You somehow whimper and nodded. He lets go.”Good.” “I have a feeling there was more to murdering that ravenclaw, You whisper.

“The fact is, you’re mine, and I just made sure he knew, Harry said possessively. This side of him scared you.

“What are you going to do as the Dark Lord?”

“Destroy those who wronged me and the people I love, obviously.”

#harry potter x reader #yandere harry potter #dark!harry #dark!harry potter #yandere #yandere x reader #tw obsession #tw yandere #ronmione #harry potter au

[akechiguro]

yandere sebastian sallow imagines ♡

headcanons

Synopsis | a collection of headcanons/imagines for a yandere boyfriend, Sebastian Sallow.

Word Count | 517

Content Warnings | mentions of torture/murder, implied suicide, possessive/toxic behavior.

-first and foremost, sebastian is jealous. even before you’re dating, watching you run around on quests with garreth, amit, or even ominis was infuriating. he tries really hard to not be possessive of you, he doesn’t want to do anything to hurt you, but seeing you with another guy is pure torture.

-his words to live by are, “you’re mine”. he’ll tell you what feels like everyday that you’re his and he’s yours, he’s always near you, and he makes sure to let anyone who doesn’t know that you belong to him.

-he’s not above torture and murder if it means keeping you safe. he’s done it before— regretted it, sure— but he has it in him to get violent if there’s anything that threatens to take you away from him. this includes potential suitors. even if they’re your friends, he’d rather not run the risk of you leaving him for them.

-if he does something to hurt you, he’s always sweet with his apologies. gifts, words of affection, kisses and more if you desire it, he’ll do anything to make sure you forgive him. losing anne was tough enough, but he is not losing you. not until he’s no longer of this world will he stop loving you.

-possessive as he is, he wouldn’t resort to stalking. you share a good portion of your schedule at Hogwarts together anyways, he has no reason to; but christmas/summer breaks, or times when you have to be apart for awhile, he wouldn’t stalk you. he trusts you. the things his owl sees of you during your time apart surely has nothing to do with him.

-if you were to break up with him, he’d be a broken man. there’s no telling what he would do without you in his life. he would beg you to stay at first, apologize for any of the wrongs he did, swear to be a better person; but if you make the choice to leave him, his sole purpose for living is gone. and with that, he’s gone, too.

-sebastian will basically be your lapdog. anything you need, he’ll get you. a book from the restricted section? his specialty, he’ll have it for you by the end of the day. a bullying problem? by the time he’s done with them, what bullies? exam answers? you want it, he’s got it. all he asks for in return is your affection.

-he’ll never do anything against your will, unless it comes to dealing with people against you. he’ll never resort to abduction, never to anything nsfw without your consent, and would never lie to you for the sake of lying. white lies, however— some people need to be dealt with even if you tell him it’s fine.

-sebastian sallow is a broken boy. his tendencies festered from the exposed wounds left by everyone who ever left him in life. his parents, his uncle, his sister— it feels like nothing he does will ever be enough to keep someone with him. you’ve seemed to be the only one to stay, in turn feeding into his delusions.

#yandere #yandere imagines #imagine #headcanon #headcanons #sebastian sallow #hogwarts #hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #amit thakkar #garreth weasley #hogwarts au #harry potter #harry potter imagine #yandere scenarios

[cheesus-doodles]

Potions

TR Harry Potter AU with Muggle!Reader

Harry Potter AU Masterlist | Masterlist

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more of Muggle!Reader's adventures in Hogwarts - another soul freed from the drafts it's been two years... fly you fool, fly! feeling annoyed today because I got scammed by a art thief and now I have to initiate a Paypal dispute and claim tsk

"W-wait. You're cutting them wrong." Your hand came to a gentle rest atop his for a mere moment before you pulled away, though it was enough to stop him from bringing his knife down a second time. "You have to crush it first, then chop them into one inch sections." Even amidst the bubbling of liquids and the crackling of fire, Kazutora could hear your soft whisper loud and clear from where you were seated at the far end of the shared bench, floated along above the voices of students' discussions.

The unamused drawl of the Professor's monotonous voice cut through the heavy silence as he berated a pair of cowering students up front of some unknown mistake, with most of the others - unlike Mikey and Baji sat in the row in front - bowed over as if in silent prayer, hoping against hope that they do not draw his ire next. Sandy brown eyes lifted from his work as he scrapped the processed ingredient into a small bowl, turning his gaze on you as he passed it over. "Here."

"Thanks," you mumbled, careful not to touch his skin again when you accepted the small dish, adding it into the brewing, bubbling potion. "Could you...?" You made a small swishing motion, and it still took a moment before Kazutora realised what you were asking, hurriedly nodding before doing the final spell needed; Mikey did inform him earlier that you still weren't very proficient at any wandwork.

You were an absolute mystery to the blond and black-haired boy; not in the sense that he didn't know who you were. He had been in the same train carriage after all, when Mikey had discovered you and had immediately taken you under his wing despite the protests from the rest of his friends.

All of them were very clear on what the consequences could be if Hogwarts, let alone the Ministry of Magic, found out that they were harbouring a muggle. Yet, those unblinking eyes watching on as you worked quickly and with surprising confidence to bottle up the end result into tiny vials, you didn't even seem to blink an eye at finding out that magic was real, like what the six of them had expected. What you feared more than anything was being sent back to wherever it was you came from. Kazutora certainly knew that look of panic in your eyes well; he had seen the same in his own reflected in the mirror before.

"I'll go submit this now." Your small voice piped up as you gathered up the vials, stopping only to give a tug on Mikey's sleeve as if to reassure yourself - your blond friend sat just the row ahead alongside Baji - before making your way to the front of the classroom.

It was only yours and his second Potions class, but it was clear that you were well on your way to not only the top Potions student but also the sullen Professor's favourite, given the rare praise that slipped his lips on the color of the potions that you turned in for the both of you. You didn't like the attention that got you however, scurrying back to your seat as quickly as you could, making sure to give Kazutora all the space by squeezing yourself at the far end.

But he couldn't find it in himself to get even the slightest bit angry at you for all your cowardliness, not when you couldn't even meet his empty gaze. Not when you had gone out of your way to cook him a lunch box after the first class. "Thanks for your help again," was all you could bring yourself to whisper out, before returning to fiddling with your hands on your table, occasionally glancing up and in Mikey's direction.

Kazutora decided that he rather liked having you around.

Hesitatingly, the duo-color haired boy reached out to lightly tug at the sleeve of your uniform, and you seemed to almost jump out of your skin at the unexpected contact. "So, do you cook often?"

What a stupid question, the boy berated himself, but you didn't seem the slightest bit angry, your eyes instead lighting up with excitement at having something to talk about. You nodded. "Do you like to cook too?" You whispered back.

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One row ahead, both Baji and Mikey turned almost in unison at hearing quiet chatter rolling on, though Mikey couldn't deny the twitch of jealousy in his chest at hearing you get along fine with Kazutora of all people. Interesting.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #yandere tokyo revengers #yandere tokyo revengers x reader #tokyorev #tokyorev x reader #sano manjiro #mikey x reader #yandere mikey x reader #mikey x you #baji x reader #tokyo rev #keisuke baji #tokyorev baji #baji keisuke #kazutora x reader #hanemiya kazutora #yandere platonic toman #cheesus drabbles #harry potter au #toman harry potter au

[no-saints-around-here]

Eyes on Me

Yandere TR Harry Potter AU with Muggle!Reader

Masterlist

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Recommended Readings: Sorting Ceremony, Family

many thanks to @trashybandit for beta-reading! nothing too depraved, just something mild, happy holidays and a happy new year!

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tw: reader has female parts and pronouns, dubcon/noncon, exhibitionism, fingering, public masturbation, molestation

You've always preferred to keep your eyes down. Be it in a past life as just another regular non-magical person, walking the streets of a gloomy, cloudy London just trying to get by, or hiding in plain sight in this oversized magical school you hesitantly called home, drawing attention to your quiet self was the last thing you wanted. But this time, more so than anytime in your past, was one time you wished you could lift your gaze up, to look at anything else, anyone else even. Anything but being forced to watch Mikey’s hand that disappeared under the hem of your skirt between your thighs as you tried to direct your attention to your book of charms, all the while the same boy was pressed tight against your side, head nuzzled into the crook of your neck.

The Great Hall around you was bustling with people, students of every grade gathering for lunch, books tucked haphazardly under their arms as they breezed past behind the two of you in groups of three or more, the chatter over classes, home and other more personal matters mixing in a light draft that drifted the hum of the crowd up towards the high ceiling. The afternoon sunlight poured in through giant windows that lined both sides of the gargantuan room, bathing everything under the high ceiling in a gentle light,  All you could hope was that no one cared to look too closely at you, just two students sitting here innocently reading - 

A harsh grind of his fingers against your clothed clit, and you were instantly wrenched from your thoughts, your gaze snapping to meet Mikey’s abyss eyes as you bit your lip in a bid to muffle the whine you felt in your throat. Too late, and you felt the panic start to bubble up in your gut as your nearest table neighbor more than two seats away raised a suspicious eyebrow in your direction, though one look from the Sano heir was enough to have them minding their own business. “Why are you looking at them?” He grumbled into your skin, attempting to snuggle ever so closer to you. “Keep reading.” 

“Okay Mikey,” you whispered back, trying to turn your attention back to your book, to focus on the dancing words even as the blond-haired boy teased you; Mikey had assigned it as compulsory reading after the unmitigated disaster that was your practical magical lessons since you started at Hogwarts. You understood why you needed the extra study to the point of reading during what should have been your lunch break, what with the lack of control over your wand and your borrowed magic, as told to you by Mikey, but you were a lot less certain why this included the need to touch you like…this. Inappropriately, publicly. You would never live down the humiliation if you were caught, yet - you didn’t have the heart to stop him. Not with the certain vulnerability you could see he carried in his usually unreadable eyes and posture today, an anxiety almost; unusual for someone as strong as Mikey.

He hated it. He hated every second of your attention you wasted on these plebeian nobodies. Your hushed voice straining not to waver as he swiped the crotch of your soaked underwear aside, your sensitive clit now pinched and rolled between his calloused fingers, your voice just barely loud enough to reach his ears over the growing crowd as you read those twisting, foreign words out to him. Why couldn't you just keep your attention on him like you were supposed to? 

Your teeth came down harder as deft fingers teased the hem of your panties, dipping to test the wetness of your folds before once more pulling away, though his free hand was quick to attempt to relieve your lips from the bite pressure, drawing one thumb over soft, reddened lips. “Stop that, it’ll bleed,” he scolded, and you shivered as the Slytherin pulled himself up from where he was slumped against you. “Read the first paragraph out loud to me, then we will try the spell again.”

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A clop of footsteps in your direction, and you instantly froze around him, that voice of yours that he enjoyed so much that could turn the most dull magical theories into wondrous tales, fading away into nothing. A nervous wreck of a Ravenclaw - Lee or Lemon or something Mikey never cared to remember - who clearly didn’t want to be confronting the notoriously hot-tempered Slytherin, turning back one more time at his group that voted to send him before finally piping up, already shaking under the icy glare leveled his way by the Sano heir. “Hey Sano, could you turn it-”

“Sod. Off.” But his fingers continued exploring your private area between your legs even as the other scampered off like a kicked dog, firmly circling your pussy like a vulture waiting for the last gasp of its victim. 

You hesitated, eyes following the fleeing figure, your hand lifting from where it had been holding down your skirt towards your book. "Mikey, m-maybe we should read this later."

A light sting to your hand had it quickly replaced on your lap. "Keep reading."

There was no doubt the other saw everything; Mikey's hand up your skirt, the vulgar movements of his fingers as he toyed with the apex of your legs under the thin black cloth. What did it matter - what did it matter if everyone knew you belonged to him? It wasn’t like he hadn’t already noticed the other students trying their best to pretend they weren’t watching the show happening under the table from across the hall, averting their eyes only when they felt him lift his - he knew they were watching. Why would that be a problem? After all, he was the one that blessed you with the ability to use magic, taking you, a mere muggle, under his wing out  of the kindness of his heart. Teaching you the ways of his family that were steeped in generations of tradition and history, stepping out to shield you from the harsh words and ways of the world. 

"The spell caster must keep in mind at all times that charms-"

And you couldn’t even return his small request of having you focus solely on him; to pamper only him with your love and attention. Instead here you were, losing yourself to your anxiety over the opinions of lesser scum, letting Izana get near to you and toy with you the moment his back was turned. Your stabilizing voice began to quaver once more, back straightening as he pushed one digit into you, your warm walls instantly clamping down on the offending digit in a bid to push him out. Around him, the smell of baked potatoes and chicken wafted down from further up the table, the rest of his house blissfully unaware despite your flushing cheeks and constant shifting.

Barely muffling the whimper that escaped your throat in the crook of your elbow as the tip of his finger ever so expertly pressed into that spot that made you see stars, it was that dark tint of unrestrained pleasure sullying your innocent doe eyes, mixed with a touch of horror and ever-present anxiety that had Mikey engrossed. Hooked like a drug addict after experiencing his first high - he needed to see more. More of what only those expressive eyes could show him. 

“Oh, it seems like I’m missing the party.”

Whiplash, the world seemed to almost rollover with how quickly Mikey pulled his gaze up and away from where he had been fixated on your face, only for black abyss eyes to land on a dreaded familiar face seated to your right, chin rested atop his open palm, having slid onto the bench unnoticed. Where did-

But Izana already had those empty violet eyes fixed on you, one tanned hand reaching out to tilt your chin down. “If you wanted to fuck, my room is always open,” he muttered, lips quirking into a smirk as his gaze roamed over your reddening expression as you desperately tried to avoid eye contact. “You could have just asked.”

Rage. Boiling rage that churned in his gut. How dare he. How fucking dare he. 

Pulling away from you, it was the first time Izana bothered to meet his younger sibling’s raging ones, lazily drawling out his words as he threw one arm over you casually, as if he wasn’t facing down an incoming hurricane head on. “You still don’t pay much attention, Mikey. I did say I’ll be here for a research study.” 

Touching you right in his face, and you barely put up a struggle. How dare you. “Fuck off!” Mikey hissed, free hand snatching his wand from his pocket, though the older of the two looked barely intimidated having the business end of a wand pointing straight at him, eyes instead now following the black-clad arm of Mikey under your skirt. “What are you still doing here?”

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And apparently that was that, with no further information offered, and the white-haired boy once more turned his attention back to you, leaning over once more to press his lips to you, now trapped between the two Sanos. "Has he still not made you cum?" Came his teasing question breathed straight into your ear, hot breath brushing against your skin as he nibbled lightly on its sensitive shell, wandering fingers tapping their way down your shoulder, the other hand nimbly popping open one shirt button to reveal the center gore of your bra underneath.

“I said-” A threatening flair of magic bursting forth from Mikey that dropped the surrounding air by several degrees, the few remaining schoolmates that still dared loiter along the aisles that ran parallel to the Slytherin table beating a hasty retreat. “Fuck off.” You definitely felt that a lot more than he did, shivering as you were caught off guard by the ripple of magic through the air, the family magic granted to you by Mikey, the same one that now ran through your blood, reacting to his anger.

Izana raised one slender eyebrow. “Ah ah,” he tutted, the Durmstrang student momentarily looking over at the table at the head of the Great Hall, where a scattering of professors had gathered for their lunch. “Unless you’re interested in calling your professors over to enjoy the show, reconsider what you’re about to do.”

Despite your nervously glances between the two brothers, attempting to make use of the animosity to inch your way away from the relaxed Izana and towards the safety of Mikey, Izana wasn’t quite done with you yet, nimble fingers slipping under the cup of your bra to pinch your nipple. You winced, instantly freezing. “Not so fast.” He hadn’t even gotten to enjoy those panicked eyes yet, the shame and humiliation from having parts so personal of being exposed to him and the world, followed by the inevitable pleasure that would set in. Izana couldn’t wait to get started, rolling the captured bud between his fingers, tugging at it slightly as his other hand pulled open your shirt further, popping your breast free from its constraint. If it was possible, your face looked like it flushed even further. “I’m not that cruel, let’s make you cum baby girl.”

“No- Izana, please-” Swallowing heavily, you could barely lift your gaze from your lap to meet him, your whisper soft like a breeze. “They can see.”

“So what? All they can do is watch.” Unlike him, that is - you would never have to worry about lesser trash sullying you with him around. You couldn’t stop yourself, letting out a cry of pain as you hunched over the dining table, two tanned slender fingers having forced their way into you alongside Mikey’s. Despite being very obviously drenched, the feeling of soaked cotton rubbing at his fingers as Izana pushed his way past the younger Sano’s, it was clear that he was stretching you beyond what you had ever taken. Far from concerned with what was going to be your momentary pain, a smug smirk tugged his lips upwards at the flash of blond from behind your figure; Mikey had been awfully quiet, hasn’t he? “I remember how good you tasted the first time,“ the white-haired boy all but sang, and you whimpered as if on cue, though in large part encouraged by the harsh pinch he delivered to your breast.

Amusement was what washed over the older of the two when Mikey immediately snapped back to reality, abyss eyes narrowing at the sudden tautness of your pussy. “Liar, you’ve never touched her.” Ahh, always so protective of the Sano heir - but then again, so would he if he had a little pet like you to take care of, Izana would imagine. 

“And how would you know that?” He always thought you would taste like honey, or something equally sweet; how could a shy little thing like you not? 

Wand disappearing back up the sleeve of his Hogwart robes, those black, bottomless eyes snapped to you, and you couldn’t hold back the yelp at the sting delivered to your backside even as Mikey’s fingers inside of you began to pump, a tiny spark of red that Izana would have missed if he hadn’t known where to look. “Tell him.” 

When you failed to respond, another sting, and all you responded with this time was a muffled whimper to which the older of the two simply ignored, more focused on exploring your soft walls that wrapped around his digits. Utterly delightful, a warmness that Izana couldn’t explain - would you feel this good when he bounces you on his cock? Perhaps even better - you would be a sight for sore eyes, stretched to your limits as he sinks himself into you, watery eyes begging him silently for mercy. 

It was a small mewl that snapped their attention back onto you, a warning a moment before your walls clamped down, spazzing around their fingers, thighs quivering as you came. Glazed eyes turned towards the ceiling, your mouth hung slightly open, panting with the euphoric high, though the trail that the tears burned down your cheeks just minutes earlier still visibility shimmering in the gentle afternoon light - oh how Izana loved the sight. 

You slumped sideways into Mikey, the last remaining energy you had sapped out of you. Barely acknowledging the fingers that were now retreating from you, let alone the words that seemed to be spoken at you, all you seemed to be capable of doing was trying to remember to breathe. 

A sharp sting, and the reality around you came straight back into focus, you shooting back up vertically on the bench, though the movement didn’t affect Izana as he tucked your boobs back into your bra. “Give me your panties.”

“Hu-h?”

Another sting, this time harsher, and you winced. “I said take it off.” Mikey snarled out through gritted teeth, his hand now wrapped around your delicate wrists never grew any tighter. A wave of the Durmstrang student’s wand, and your shirt buttoned back up, tidying and straightening itself, though his efforts were in vain as your gaze once more fell away, shaking hands jerking as they hesitantly reached under your skirt. You didn’t want to, but under your friend’s steely glare and clenched fist, you obliged anyway, tears once more welling up at the corners of those doe eyes. And inch by inch, the drenched cotton, cutely patterned with a print of small flowers, came into view, falling down your legs, only to be immediately snatched away as soon as you could bear to step out of them, disappearing into one robe pocket.

Ah, such a pity - Mikey owning such a cute little pet but not knowing how to care for it. The older boy produced a handkerchief.

"Lift up. There we go." Biting back the shame-filled tears, you couldn’t bear to watch Izana pushing apart your legs, pressing your face into Mikey’s jacket as your most private parts were revealed to his violet eyes. Spreading your lips wide with two fingers, he proceeded to firmly press the silk cloth down, wiping your still drooling pussy down several times even as Mikey watched on disinterestedly - Izana was sure you would be punished further later for letting him get away with that. “Can’t have you leaking all over the place.”

After all, the only thing you should be trailing is his cum, marking you as his.

A scrunch of a forehead, and on instinct, the blond-haired Slyntherin turned, and it was to the dreadful sight of a professor sweeping his way down the Slytherin table aisle in your direction, unpleasant frown on his face as students whispered and pointed at a trembling, crying you. Seems like they were too jealous of the little show. Izana sighed, drawing his wand under the table - Hogwarts students, really. A loud bang from the Gryffindor table, and a student rocketing off their seat meters into the air quickly drew away the professor’s attention.

“I’ll see you later.” He hummed, disappearing into the growing crowd. 

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[oggirlboss]

[hopeless]

pairings: yandere! slytherin!levi ackerman x afab! ravenclaw! reader and hanji zöe x being a phenomenal human being that deserves the entire world

warnings: stalking

summary: you and levi share professor snape's class, but that's not enough for levi. he needs more. and he's willing to go as far as it takes.

word count: 900

        potions class was a special hell for levi ackerman. the ravenclaw and slytherin fifth years had the class together, which led to a fierce competition for top student. this, of course, is where he met you.

          pretty, little miss perfect. [y/n] [l/n]. god was he obsessed.

          any focus on the course material flew out the window. why learn how bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses? why learn how to bottle fame, brew glory, or put a stopper in death when perfection was just within his grasp?

          "mr. ackerman~" professor snape stopped his lecture. "do pay attention, otherwise i will send you out of this classroom. you wouldn't like that; would you?" levi would really like to stay and watch you, but on second thought, your seat was right next to the door. maybe if he left he could discretely run his fingers through your hair before he was forced away from you. "mr. ackerman?"

          "yes, sir?" levi turned away from you to stare at the chalkboard snape was writing on. snape stepped forward and slammed the piece of chalk onto levi's desk. his scowl deepened as he leaned closer and said something that struck a cord inside levi.

          "you're hopeless." snape didn't know how right he was.

          you're only a fourth year, but your talents in professor snape's class were unrivaled. the greasy bastard even went as far as securing you a seat in the class above your year to challenge you. it should have been too easy for levi to sweet talk his way into your heart, but that preverted half-blood professor had to assign seats. levi wanted to kill himself as soon as hanji zoë plopped their ass in the seat next to his. could this year be any worse?

          "leviii-" hanji gripped onto the sleeve of his robe and shook him, lost in their excitement. god knows what it was about this time.

          "shut it, shitty glasses." levi spat out as he turned away from them.

          "awwwww!!!" they screamed, drawing the attention of all their classmates. "is little baby levi pouting?" the people closest began to let little giggles slip through the quiet atmosphere, hanji's antics never failing to break the ice that came with having first period potions. levi however, wasn't pleased in the slightest, but one look at you made him forget his anger.

          his obsession started out small. little handwritten notes slipped into your textbooks and love letters dropped into your favorite cauldron in potions class. you read them all of course, and looked them over when you felt insecure. you rolled up the notes and placed them in a pink tinted jar beneath your bed, while the letters were wrapped in twine and hidden under your pillow. it was an awfully sweet gesture, keeping them was the least you could do.

          but imagine levi's delight when he discovers this?! oh he's so happy his little princess did this. it will only make him want to spoil you more.

          he memorized the entire layout of ravenclaw tower for you. little rowena definitely didn't plan for a certain slytherin to be capable of answering every riddle thrown at him by that eagle shaped knocker embedded in the door. he's snuck into your room during the late hours of the night, either watching you sleep or writing down everything he sees and touching everything he could. He pays special attention to you from 3 am to 4 am because he knows that's the time your body is weakest and most likely to just give up and let you die. and you can't die. not on his watch.

          he's always out of sight before the sun comes up, and ready to write the next letter.

          but today was different. the air was more crisp. life was being lived more today than any other day. and he was going to speak to you.

          "oi, brat." he called across the room at you.

          you. you. you. it's all you.

          "yes?" you looked up from the book in your lap, his steel grey eyes focused on your pretty, [e/c] eyes.

          how cute! you're so polite to him. levi reaches into the pocket of his robe and nearly sighed at the coarse feeling of your diary in his hands. he'd taken it from you so long ago, that he could barely part with the black, leather bound parchment. he's read it over four or five times, enough to have all your little secrets memorized. "found this under a willow tree in the courtyard. thought you'd be missing it."

a lie.

          he'd stolen it from your bag while you weren't watching. the cute way your cheeks heated was enough satisfaction to last him a lifetime.

but he's so selfish.

and he's going to drown himself in you.

#snk levi #hanji zoe #hange #hange zoe #attack on titan levi #aot levi #levi ackerman #captain levi #levi ackerman fluff #levi ackerman x reader #levi aot #levi x reader #levi x you #levi #hajime isayama #yandere attack on titan #levi attack on titan #attack on titan #aot fluff #aot x reader #aot x you #aot #yandere aot #aot fandom #aot fanfiction #hogwarts au #harry potter au #slytherin x ravenclaw #obsessive behavior #obsessive love

[lucius-malfoy-rule34]

#redesign #rewrite #AU #harry potter #Harry Potter redesign #yandere simulator #yandere sim revamp #marvel #marvel redesign #hazbin hotel #hazbin redesign #fuck vivziepop #fuck jk rowling #fuck yandere dev #fuck problematic designs

[theshipperqueenisnotdone]

Fandoms I'll Write For: LEGO MONKIE KID,My Next Life As A Villainess, Danganronpa, Undertale(ALL THE AU), Welcome home, Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, Helluverse, FNAF, Harry Potter, Theorist (AKA MATPAT AND THE NEWS HOST FANDOM), Kaiju, The Monsterverse, Poppy Playtime, Witchcraft SMP, TADC, and maybe I will add more later.

I will probably be writing more of yandere(Both platonic and romantic) because I like some bittersweet:)

I will not write unless it's has good reason to: Mindbreak(Depends), Dumbification(Depends), Abortions, Necrophilia, Character Death (Depends), Bad Ending (Depends), Rape/noncon(Depends), I will add later.

I will make some AU, it's would probably be cringe but you know what, I don't care.

Feel free to send in a request or ask me a question!

And also:

Gender neutral, Male and Female Reader's are welcomed!

Please don't expect an perfect character personality when it's come to AU and fanfic/headcanon as I have often make AU that sometimes mess up with the character.

I will not involve real life illnesses like cancer, if its something made up like Hanahaki for example I'll allow it.

I have the right to deny a requests, Nothing out of spite or hatred but some subjects are uncomfortable for me.

#lego monkie kid #my next life as a villainess #my next life as a villianess all routes lead to doom #danganronpa #undertale #underfell #underswap #welcome home #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #harry potter #the game theorists #the film theorists #the style theorists #the food theorists #matpat #kaiju #monsterverse #poppy playtime #witchcraft smp #yandere lego monkie kid #platonic yandere #romantic yandere #yandere #x reader #reader insert #tw yandere #au idea

[enha-doodles]

HARRY POTTER MASTERLIST

TOM RIDDLE 🕸️✧⁺。

That asshole - acadmic rivals

MATTHEO RIDDLE 🕸️✧⁺。

Bad omens - based upon the song (upcoming)

SLYTHERIN GUYS 🕸️✧⁺。

Reaction to you being a bookworm

Reaction to you being in gryffindor

Reaction to you being in Ravenclaw

Reaction to you being in Hufflepuff (upcoming)

Reaction to you being sassy to them (upcoming)

Coming soon ..........

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#🕸️✧⁺。jiho's masterlist #🕸️✧⁺。harry potter's work #🕸️✧⁺。slytherin boy's work #harry potter yandere #harry potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter au #tom riddle x reader #mattheo riddle x reader #theodore nott x reader #lorenzo berkshire x reader #slytherin x reader #slytherin boys #yandere slytherin

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*:･ﾟ✧.for you, 𝐼 ★•¸— ̶c̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ pretend like ❝.╭.+I w͟a͟s͟ h𝑎ppy°⊹when I was⋆◟̆๑𝓼𝓪𝓭; for you❝.:*｡I could p͟r͟e͟t͟e͟n͟d͟˘.+*✦like I ɯαs▾₊˚𝓈𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑔 wh𝑒𝑛 I｡*☆𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩; ℐ wish･ﾟ｡❥love was ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛ❀⊰｡as love ̶i̶t̶s͟e͟l͟f͟╮ⵓ❞¸I ɯısh all あ.♡my 𝔀𝓮𝓪𝓴𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼 could ❞.ᔘ❀be 𝖍𝖎𝖉𝖉𝖊𝖓; I୭.° grew a 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟+*.♡:th𝑎t can't be ↬,｡˚𝘽𝙇𝙊𝙊𝙈𝙀𝘿 in a↷.dream•that c͟a͟n͟'͟t͟ come ★*̣̥⁄⁄𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓮৴☽❰❪+

↳¸•.↑✿cited song: fake love by BTS.

➷°.[✩] BTS ╭⟡;💜

➷°.[✩] BLACKPINK╭⟡;🖤

➷°.[✩] ITZY ╭⟡;🧡

➷°.[✩] Stray Kids ╭⟡;💙

く く く EXO: Yandere Baekhyun (Romantic), Yandere Suho (Romantic). く く く TWICE: Imagine as Classmates.

➷°.[✩] Greek Mythology ╭⟡;⚡

➷°.[✩] Egyptian Mythology ╭⟡;𓂀

➷°.[✩] Historical Characters ╭⟡;📜

く く く The Lost Queen | Yandere!Alexander the Great ❝You woke up near a military camp without remembering how and why you got there, you didn't understand why they were dressed like ancient Greeks, all you knew was that you weren't safe and you needed to get out of that place as soon as possible. Too bad for you that you found yourself attracting unwanted attention from the Macedonian King and he won't let you go so easily.❞ The Lost Queen Series Masterlist

➷°.[✩] The Vampire Diaries // The Originals╭⟡;🧛

➷°.[✩] House of the Dragon╭⟡;🐉

➷°.[✩] Game of Thrones╭⟡;❄️

➷°.[✩] The Sandman╭⟡;⌛

➷°.[✩] Outlander╭⟡;🗿

➷°.[✩] Wednesday╭⟡;🎻

➷°.[✩] Brooklyn Nine-Nine╭⟡;👮‍♂️

➷°.[✩] Bridgerton╭⟡;🐝

➷°.[✩] Shadow and Bone╭⟡;☠️

➷°.[✩] Outer Banks╭⟡;💰

➷°.[✩] K-Dramas╭⟡;❤️

➷°.[✩] Reign╭⟡;👑

➷°.[✩] The Tudors╭⟡;🗡️

➷°.[✩] Hannibal╭⟡;🍽

く く く The Bloody Viscount | Yandere!Anthony Bridgerton ❝You had fallen in love with Viscount Bridgerton and he had fallen in love with you. The marriage seemed perfect, but then why did Anthony Bridgerton always come home late and bloodstained?❞ Prologue; Chapter 1; Chapter 2;

く く く The Shadow of the Golden Dragon | Yandere!ASOIAF/GOT/HOTD ❝You have always been an avid reader and your greatest passion was delving into the pages of "A Song of Ice and Fire" by George R.R. Martin. You knew every character, every twist and every detail of the Seven Kingdoms as if they were part of your own life. But what you never imagined is that an unexpected encounter with a mysterious antique book seller would change your life forever.❞ The Shadow of the Golden Dragon Masterlist

➷°.[✩] Percy Jackson╭⟡;🌊

➷°.[✩] Harry Potter╭⟡;🔮

➷°.[✩] A Court of Thorns and Roses╭⟡;🌹

➷°.[✩] A Song of Ice and Fire╭⟡🔥

➷°.[✩] Attack on Titan╭⟡⚔️

➷°.[✩] Naruto╭⟡🍥

➷°.[✩] One Piece╭⟡👒

➷°.[✩] Death Note╭⟡📓

➷°.[✩] Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir╭⟡🐞

➷°.[✩] How To Train Your Dragon╭⟡🐲

➷°.[✩] Marvel╭⟡۞

➷°.[✩] Love Letters╭⟡💕

➷°.[✩] Love Letters II╭⟡💕

➷°.[✩] Kinktober 2023╭⟡🎃

く く く A Black Rose | Yandere!Ian Daerier ❝A cruel and narcissistic reaper falls in love with the woman he was supposed to take the life of.❞ Oneshot;

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Someone better to change shampoo. Better yet, change your psychiatrist...

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"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐮𝐤𝐞"

𝐂𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐃𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐱 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐔)

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭. 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞. 𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦, 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫/𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬.

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐔 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐟𝐢𝐜. 𝐈𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐈𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐂𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐜.

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏/?

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐬. 𝐈𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐨𝐟 '𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑫𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒚'

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭����𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐛𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐤.

𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

"𝐘𝐞𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝" 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲." 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲.

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠. 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐝����𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟𝐟. 𝐇𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞. 𝐀𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥-𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧.

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐰𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐬.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐚. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐝𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬.

"𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐂𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚" 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝

𝐍𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝. 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟.

"𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬, 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝."

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐭.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐰 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐀 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐩 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫. 𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐛.

𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐠𝐨𝐰𝐧.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐂𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫.

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"𝐌'𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭"

"𝐍𝐨 𝐧𝐨, 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫."

"𝐎𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐦'𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲."

𝐀𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐭. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭-𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐰.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐫𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞. 𝐈𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦. 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧. 𝐗𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐚, 𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭, 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥-𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐩. 𝐄𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐲𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐜. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝. 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐝'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐆𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧.

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐭.

"𝐎𝐮𝐜𝐡" 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

"𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐦'𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲"

"𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧-" 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬.

"𝐌'𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥."

"𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝"

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬.

"𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲, 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬." 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝.

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠-𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐠𝐨𝐰𝐧.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬.

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲.

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐡 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬.

"𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐒𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫."

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐮𝐩.

"𝐘/𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧-" 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝. 𝐍𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞." 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧.

𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, "𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫."

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𝐀𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐧.

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬.

"𝐌'𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮"

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐫.

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞.

𝐀𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, "𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬," 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥.

𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬.

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠, "𝐘/𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭."

"𝐘𝐞𝐬, 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫." 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲.

"𝐍𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲. 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐰𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐲."

𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭.

𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐀 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞.

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