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𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐍𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐲!𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭

Bryce and Bobby are the fucking best.

Their cuddles are warm, and comforting.

Not to mention you get them every night.

Now, when you're upset, they treat you so well, better than they do already.

And they treat you wonderfully no matter what.

But they just treat you like literal delicate royalty when you're upset.

Blankets and pillows galore

Snacks galore

Anything you want, Bryce is screaming at Donovan to go get.

Anything you need, Bobby is racing out the door to get you.

They also give the best kisses.

Now, you may think that Bobby's kisses are sloppy but they're really not.

His kisses are soft and delicate and sweet.

Bryce doesn't kiss often, but when she does, it is extremely romantic.

She prefers to kiss your hand or your chest (as stated in previous headcanons)

Your nightly routine is... something.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥, 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥. 𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤, 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭! 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬, 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲-𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞, 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦. 𝐁𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲. 𝐀 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐧𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡. 𝐎𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐲𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐰𝐨.

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐁𝐫𝐲𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐀𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𝐁𝐫𝐲𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐭. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦, 𝐁𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝, 𝐧𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤. "𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐣𝐨𝐛."

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐁𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞. "𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭, 𝐁𝐫𝐲𝐜𝐢𝐞?" 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐫𝐲𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐬. 𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐫𝐲𝐜𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭. "𝐀𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 (11)," 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐧 '𝐨𝐡' 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝, 𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐀𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐁𝐫𝐲𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐫.

𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭.

𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐁𝐫𝐲𝐜𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐁𝐫𝐲𝐜𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦.

@pinkrussianbarbie

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐁𝐫𝐲𝐜𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭🧍‍♂️), 𝐀𝐬𝐬-𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥)

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐲!𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭

If you've ever had a broken heart, give your ex, or whoever did so, some money to flee the country.

They will hunt them down and will feel zero(0) remorse for whoever hurt you.

The cuddles with these two are absolutely immaculate.

You'll probably end up with cycles, sometimes with bryce and bobby on the outside, sometimes with you and bryce on the outside, etc.

...Neither of them can cook. At all. Whatsoever.

So that's up to you, unless you can't cook. Then that's why we have Donovan.

𝐁𝐫𝐲𝐜𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭

(𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥.)

It takes her... a while to fully trust you, even after you start dating.

Once she does fully trust you, expect her to absolutely kill for you.

And I don't mean that metaphorically.

She has a habit of just.. randomly kissing your chest in private.

Not in a sexual way, but as a way of "kissing your heart."

She cherishes you. Absolutely cherishes you.

Her PDA level isn't that high, the most she'll do in public is either a kiss to the lips or to the cheek.

On occasion, she might hold your hand.

𝐁𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭

Okay, I'm just going to get this out there now: he would die for you, kill for you, hell, he'd serve you his own head on a silver platter if you were mad at him.

He'll do your makeup if you ask, but it's a little... over-the-top.

He tends to just randomly kiss you.

If you have an apartment and he lives with you, you could pass by him in the hallway and he'd yank you towards him, kiss you, and then continue on his way as if nothing just happened.

Like Bryce, he cherishes you.

His PDA level is very high.

Kissing, hand-holding, hugging, it's all on the table for him.

If he were to spot someone flirting with you, he's not afraid to come up to you and grab your ass for funsies.

Kyojuro with a blind s/o maybe :3?

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐍𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐤𝐮

Kyojuro is very welcoming, despite your blindness.

If you need it, he's perfectly willing to help you around and won't be angry or offended if you accidentally bump into him.

If you're insecure about it, he'll press soft kisses to your eyelids, showing that he's always there and despite your faulty eyes, he still loves you.

In the mornings, he'll wake you up with breakfast in bed every morning, without fail.

He's a wonderful cook, but if he's cooking things for the first time, he'll tend to burn them.

If you have parents who shame you or get angry at you for your blindness, he's ready, and willing, to stand up for you.

Please, he'd jump off a cliff for you if you asked.

Considering the fact he has faulty eardrums, you two go hand in hand.

In the sense he knows what it's like to have an extra difficulty in life.

But no matter who, or what, you are, he loves you, very much.

Okie Okie

May i request Tanjiro, Douma, and last on you chose with an S/o who is always singing and dancing around just having fun😊

Or if you want just do one of them

𝐎𝐨!!

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐍𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐓𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐨

He's so sweet.

He'll watch you dance and have fun with a wide smile on his face.

If you're a demon slayer as well, who happens to dance as their way of fighting, he finds it fascinating.

Nezuko has more than likely seen you dance, and she loves dancing with you!

Sometimes, with a small amount of convincing, he'll dance with you and Nezuko.

He usually just prefers to watch you two though.

𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐦𝐚

Anytime you even remotely start to have fun,

you bet your ass he's there with you, doing things with you.

If your idea of fun is to be a bit more of a prankster, then he's all for it.

Let him help you prank Akaza, he'd love that.

Akaza probably wouldn't, and would probably attack Douma for helping you, and depending on where you're at on the upper moons scale, he'd probably attack you too.

unless youre a woman

𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐚

Don't get me wrong, he's fine with you dancing and having fun,

But he will keep you away from Douma, at. all. costs.

You constantly having fun, and Douma's chaotic nature would go so well together, he'd end up begging Muzan to kill him.

Now, your dancing.

He would do anything for you, anything. But dancing is a whole other story. He would never dance, ever.

He prefers to watch you dance and have the time of your life.

Mitsuri or Shinobu cuddle hcs? If possible of course

𝐌𝐦𝐦𝐡𝐦!!!

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐍𝐨𝐧𝐞! 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟!!

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐮 𝐊𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐨

She prefers to be the big spoon.

She sees it as a way to protect you, and trust me, that's all she's ever wanted to do.

She'll press gentle kisses to your hair, making it feel like butterflies landing on your head.

She'll gently run her hands up your sides,

I headcanon she has long nails, so she'll gently run them up your sides.

If you need cuddles because you've had a rough day, she'll massage your forehead, shoulders, whatever is necessary in order to make you comfortable.

𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐢

She doesn't mind which spoon she is

Big or little, it doesn't matter to her.

She just likes having your attention.

If she's the big spoon: she'll press kisses all over your face, and occasionally nuzzle her face into the crook of your neck, often leaving gentle kisses.

If she's the little spoon: She'll giggle a lot, happy to be held in a protective manner. She'll reach behind her, gently running her fingers through your hair, you don't know how she doesn't end up poking you in the eyes.

Hello! Heard you are looking for requests so here is one! How about one of the hashiras (or all of them saperated) + kagaya (platonic) x ubuyashiki daughter reader? In which reader is kagaya daughter and they are in love with her but haven't told her yet because her health is getting worse from the curse how would they react to finding her passed out on the floor with blood coming out of her mouth?

𝐀𝐰𝐰𝐰.. :(

𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐊𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 :(

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐊𝐢𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐣𝐢 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 (?), 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭-𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐮'𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜?

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐤𝐮

Kyojuro's heart would set itself ablaze, and not in a good way.

He'd run to your side, gently lifting you up and gently holding your head in his lap.

"..𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞? 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞?" He'd ask in a panicked manner.

Your only response was more blood pooling from your lips.

He'd gently lift you up, taking off his haori and gently wiping your lips before gently holding it under your chin.

He didn't care if it became stained with blood, he could get another one.

He'd only care about your health, and your ability to move as you used to.

𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐧 𝐔𝐳𝐮𝐢

Tengen's usual flashiness disappeared.

Panic would cover him, head to toe.

Once regulating himself, he'd come closer to you, gently lifting you up in order for you to not choke on your blood.

For once, he'd be silent. Not a singular word would come from him.

His free hand would gently run through your hair as he'd watch you get the rest of it out.

You could've sworn he wasn't breathing the entire time.

Because when you stopped coughing things up, you could hear him taking a long, hard breath.

𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐢

Mitsuri's heart broke as she saw you.

She would be at your side before you could even process that she was there.

She'd hold you close, whispering soft things to you as she gently rubbed your back.

She'd stay by your side the entire time.

She'd pat your back every now and again, making sure you were getting it all out.

She'd be silently sobbing, hoping you'd be okay in the end.

Once you stopped, she'd take her haori off, resting it on your shoulders.

𝐈𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐎𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐢

Obanai would freeze up, panicking internally.

He didn't know whether to get Shinobu or do something himself.

Kaburamaru would notice this and gently slither off his shoulders to the ground.

He'd slither over to you, using almost all of his snake-like strength to push you up.

Once this happened, Obanai would snap out of it before running to you.

He was trembling, but held you up, as Kaburamaru gently slithered back to Obanai's shoulders.

Fright would be evident in his eyes even after you were okay.

𝐆𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐢 𝐇𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚

Gyomei wouldn't be able to.. see you.

So he'd hear your coughing, and the liquid escaping your lips and put two (2) and two (2) together.

Tears would spill from his eyes as he'd make his way toward you, lifting you up.

He'd set his beads to the side, gently holding your hair back as he let you let it all out.

Like some of the others, he'd wrap his haori around you.

He'd feel terrible, causing more tears to spill.

As soon as he heard the blood stop hitting the ground, he'd pull you close, gently rubbing your back.

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚

His fists would tighten, and his eyes would widen.

His footing would become unsteady as a gasp released from him.

Now, he wasn't particularly... inept in the whole physical health thing, but he could tell something was clearly wrong.

A small growl would come from him as he'd run to you, gently (well, gently for him) pushing your head downward with one hand and holding you up with the other.

He sat in front of you, a victim to the blood that spewed from you,

But that was fine, nothing he hadn't experienced before.

As soon as you calmed down, he'd pull you close, his arms wrapping around you tightly as he gently rocked the two of you back and forth.

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐮 𝐊𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐨

She'd freeze up.

Despite her intellect in the field of the human body, she wouldn't move.

Seeing you like this, reminded her so much of her sister.

Instead of staying to help you, she could help but.. leave.

She ran, as fast as she could back to the butterfly mansion.

She'd breathe heavily, her mind foggy with tears pooling in her eyes.

Her body would tremble as she'd slide down the wall, stopping when she sat on the floor.

𝐆𝐢𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐤𝐚

He'd gasp lightly, his usual calm and stoic demeanor disappearing.

For the first time in forever, tears would pool in his eyes and gently slip from them.

He'd slowly make his way to you, lifting you up slightly and letting you cough it up.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see his soft expression and the tears fall from his eyes.

It hurt him so bad to see you like this,

So bad that all he could think of doing was crying as he held you up.

His love for you was so intense, that it could cause him to do things he hadn't done in years.

𝐌𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐨

Muichiro's face wouldn't change.

He wouldn't know what to do.

He loved you, of course, but... how was he to help?

He watched as you choked on your own blood, feeling horrible that he didn't know what to do.

He was only fourteen, would you expect him to know?

He was trained to fight to protect humans from demons, but when it came to protecting the one he loved most?

He didn't know what to do.

Muichiro general fluff headcannons? Pretty please?? And this is for you ♥️♥️

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬. 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬.

𝐀/𝐍 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭-𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤, 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡!!

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐌𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐨

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜

He often finds flowers around the garden, and he'll give it to you.

Given that he's only fourteen (14), he's not very inept on the whole romance game

But he does try!

He allows you to braid his hair, he finds it relaxing

You both tend to stargaze together when he's not on a mission,

As well as cloudgaze

When he is, he'll send his crow to ask you how you're doing.

You both often communicate through his crow.

Cuddles

For

Days

He is the second (2nd) best cuddler out of all the Hashira (Obviously rengoku's first (1st))

𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜

Like with a romantic relationship with Muichiro, he'll let you braid his hair.

If he trusts you enough that is.

Just by being friend, you mean a lot to him.

He's not really "competitive", but he will make it his job to give you more presents on your birthday than anyone else (He'll also do this if you're dating)

If he trusts you, you'll be the first he tells about his brother and parents, once he remembers.

He trains with you more often than the other Hashira.

Sometimes when you train, he'll start to tell you something you could fix and then his voice will trail off and he'll forget.

He also just kind of does that in general, not just in training.

You're one of the only people he genuinely remembers at all times.

He tends to forget the other Hashira sometimes, but that never happens with you.

I heard KNY requests were in season and I came running. Hear me out.

Modern college AU Rengoku/Reader fluff where you drop your phone on your way to class (with the student id and everything) while listening to music (so it's open). You're a wreck when you realize, only to find you get an email from "yourself" saying that they picked up your phone and want to meet up with you at X building.

You can draw out the pre-reveal banter as long as you want, but yada yada, you go after class all frazzled to be met with the most jaw-droppingly gorgeous man you've ever seen. He apologizes for going through your phone to get to your email but you're too overwhelmed with gratitude and awe to care. Thus, meet-cute.

You can end it however you wish, but this has been rattling in my head for a while XD

𝐍𝐅𝐇𝐃𝐉𝐒𝐁𝐅𝐊𝐅𝐊𝐒𝐇𝐃𝐇𝐃𝐍 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 /𝐏

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐍𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 (𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝?)

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

"𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞!"

𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐤𝐮

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐩 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭.

𝐀𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦, 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐠. "𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭.." 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡.

𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐩, 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦.. 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟? 𝐈𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝, "𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐈 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 407, 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤. 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲, 𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐤𝐮"

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐀𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐤𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 407. "𝐀𝐡, 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬." 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦.

𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭... 𝐣𝐚𝐰-𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞, "𝐀-𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐤𝐮?" 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝, 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐝. "𝐈 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐥!" 𝐇𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐰, 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐰... 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬. "𝐎𝐡, 𝐧𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮." 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝. "𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞! 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐨!"

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞. "𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐮𝐡- 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞." 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐝.. 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐥𝐲. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭.

𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐬. 𝐀𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐬, 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝. "𝐈 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐭!" 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

My longest request ever... you should go get a get a snack.

Allow me to set the scene:

1000 years have passed. The Cult of The Lamb has long since blossomed into a full religion, and with it, society and technology skyrocketed with it. (Think early 1910's-1920's in how advanced tech is) A metropolitan city where The Lambs influence is absolute.

While most of the world rose up, some details faded into obscurity. The 4 Bishops, the Mystic Stranger, and the traditions of the Old Faith, many innocuous details faded from people's minds and into the dusty books of long forgotten historical facts, and some even became more akin to myth than fact.

Among these many facts that faded away into knowledge only treasured by historians and book lovers, was one important thing that somehow managed to slip between the cracks:

Narinder. His rescue by The Lamb. His immortality. His ever eternal watch over the people as time passed.

Forgotten by the common folk, remembered by few, and those who remembered pushed this fact into the realm of myth and legend.

Narinder has watched the world forget him, and grow far more than he could have ever imagined. And he was used to not being recognized anymore.

He never expected his name to be called aloud ever again.

Until you came along.

You (Reader) are a historian of the earliest years of the Lambs Influence, researching the beginning, the before, and the waaaaay before too. And you finding someone who not only was half the reason your city was possible, but to find them ALIVE?

It's historians dream come true!

(TLDR)

1000 years after Narinders fall from grace and integration into the cult, everyone forgets that he lived, and is immortal and still alive. A historian (reader) of the Earliest Days find him, and goes fangirling mode, barrageing him with questions and not leaving him alone. And Narinder isn't haveing (most) of it. He probably likes the attention more than he let's on...

𝐈. 𝐘𝐞𝐬. 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 /𝐩

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐍𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 (𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏)

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

"𝐀 𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧?"

𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐁𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰. 𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬. 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐦𝐛 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞? 𝐎𝐡, 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝! 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰.

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐦𝐛 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐦𝐛 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤. 𝐀 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬, 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐠, 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐠 𝐨𝐧.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦, 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐈𝐧𝐧'𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥. 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲, 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞.

𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐧, 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲. 𝐀 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐥, 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧. "𝐋𝐚𝐦𝐛, 𝐈 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠!" 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫, 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

"𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮?" 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫, "𝐈'𝐦 𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡." 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝.

"𝐀 𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧?" 𝐀 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐭𝐡𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. "𝐇𝐦." 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧. "𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭?" 𝐇𝐞 𝐭𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝, "𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬! 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫?" 𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝.

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝. 𝐀 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐥 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬. 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐲 𝐈𝐧𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚... 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲.

𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥.

𝐇𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬. "..𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭?" 𝐇𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐚𝐲.

"𝐀 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧!" 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐭, 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧. "𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲?" 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧.

𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲. 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭, 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰, "𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠?" 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝, "𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐚.. 𝐮𝐡. 𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐫 𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞?" 𝐇𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞.

"𝐈'𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨," 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐫 𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐇𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬.

𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐫 𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞.

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭, 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭. 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐦𝐛 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐤𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐍𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐧, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐰. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫, 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐧, 𝐚𝐬 𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐇𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫, 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐦𝐛, 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

"𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐞," 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬. 𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞. "𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫. 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭." 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬.

"𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥? 𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭?" 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲. 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭. "𝐍𝐨." 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞, 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫, "𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭.."

Lambs reaction to being given a hug for the 1st time in their life because no way Lamb had a good or normal childhood with all the 'hunting down Lambs' situation going on-

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐚

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: 𝐔𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐋𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭/𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐦𝐛

Lambert would jump slightly, afraid you might hurt them.

Mostly because of their rather... traumatic past.

Once you didn't pull away, they would slowly melt into it, although still confused.

They had... no idea what a hug was, honestly.

You would have to explain.

"𝐒𝐨... 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧?" They'd ask

You would nod, before hugging them once more.

They still flinched, but this time just... gently pat your back.

You... had to explain for them to put their arms around you.

"𝐎𝐡." They would say with a small laugh, before doing so.

Shockingly, they're a very good hugger.

Their soft wool made it so much better.

For a few months, every time you'd hug them, they'd flinch.

Of course, eventually, they'd be alright with it, and hug you back immediately.

But it's only with you!

They still flinch when anyone else hugs them.

But you're special!

narinder would definitely tease them about them not knowing what a hug was at first

Could you do heket x a reader who sings

𝐲 𝐞 𝐬.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐍𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐇𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐭

She loves your voice.

Given that she... can't speak too well, she adores that one of you two can speak decisions.

She loves just.. listening to you sing.

She'll definitely brag about your voice.

If you hold concerts, she'll drag her siblings to watch you.

I headcanon she knows some guitar

So she'd love to play some for you, if it would help you sing.

She sometimes has nightmares about Narinder,

So sing her to sleep, it'll help.

A lot.

She oddly gets clingier when you sing, it's because of just.. how much she loves you.

She doesn't show her appreciation for your voice as much in public as she does in private.

Although once you're in private, she's complimenting anything and everything about what you sang.

One of her favorite ways to show her appreciation for your voice, is to press gentle kisses to your neck/throat.

If you sing while she does so, she can feel your throat vibrating slightly and she loves it.

If you sing while cooking, she loves to lay attention to both. Both what you're making and what you're singing.

All in all, she adores both your voice and you as a whole.

hi! i just found your blog and i’m excited to read more of what you’ve written :) could i request a markiplier x female reader (established relationship) where the reader has a bad parent situation but hasn’t told mark yet, and he one day brings up meeting her family and she’s all hesitant but he pushes, not realizing the reason she’s hesitant, so they go to dinner with her parents (who she doesn’t talk to often) and they are awful to her and mark and they leave early so he can comfort the reader? sorry for that literally being so long hahaha

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭! 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐥.

𝐀/𝐍 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬... 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬, 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐈 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐳𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭!

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲-𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭/𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭, 𝐂𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠... 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐛 (𝐨𝐛𝐯𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬)

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬/𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐄𝐝𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐅𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐡

You and Mark had been dating for roughly a year and two months.

He was probably one of the sweetest, and best, things you could ask for.

Your relationship with him was.. practically perfect.

Except for your parents.

You had a decent job, your dream job.

And yet, that wasn't acceptable to them

You made sure to keep your parents away from Mark, despite having met his mother.

You had kept your distance from your parents for some time, until Mark asked the question.

"𝐇𝐞𝐲, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞. 𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬?" 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐢𝐱𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐩𝐞𝐝, "𝐔𝐡. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞." 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝, 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬.

Although, he continued to pester you. Not that you minded, you just.. didn't want him to meet your parents.

Eventually, he convinced you to give in and ask about having dinner that weekend.

Mark wasn't home when you asked, mostly because you knew how your parents would respond.

And your assumption was correct.

You told them you had a boyfriend, they asked how long you'd been together, you'd told them.

Then they started to yell at you, as expected.

Eventually, they agreed to the dinner. But you could just feel how your mother rolled her eyes, how your father stomped off as they both did when you were young.

At the dinner, you subtly made motions to show Mark that you'd rather die than stay there longer.

Your parents continuously made rude and harsh remarks that made Mark... kind of astonished that any parent could say that to a child.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲, 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞. 𝐄𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦. 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

Once you both got home, he took you inside and sat on the couch with you.

And then you broke down.

It pained him, deeply, to see you react like that.

He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, rubbing gentle circles on your back and humming a soft song.

Once you were calmed down enough, you explained everything to him.

And he comforted you.

Then, the two of you sat on the couch, binge-watching all of your favorite movies, and eating popcorn.