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catindabag · 5 months

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TBOSAS on Crack short take (56)

Casca: Ms. Price, could you get your weird dog off The Academy’s lawn right this instant?

Persephone: Sir, I’m sorry but I don’t have a dog.

Casca: That’s incorrect. He’s currently causing a scene outside my school.

Persephone: But sir, I’m being honest. I’m even allergic to them-

Festus: I think he’s talking about your crazy dad, Percy.

Persephone: My dad? But Festus, he’s at home-

Coryo: Creed’s right, Price. Just look out the window. Your crazy old man has been rolling around the lawn for hours.

Persephone: What?! Let me see! *opens the window*

Nero: *is screaming and rolling like an angry toddler*

Coryo: Did you see him now?

Persephone: Sh*t! You’re right! My poor daddy’s acting like a madman again!😩 *runs out of the classroom to get her dad*

Festus: *sighs* Poor Percy Price.

Felix: What’s up with Nero Price though? Why is he acting like that?

Coryo: Well, according to rumors, Percy’s old man lost his mind when the rebels tried to starve us to death.

Felix: Is his madness permanent?

Coryo: Yes. It’s permanent. He doesn’t even go to work anymore.

Festus: True. Percy’s mama is now the sole breadwinner of the family.

Arachne: *scoffs* It must be because he’s a crazy canniba-

Coryo: Don’t finish that sentence, Crane.

Arachne: Or what, Snowy~?

Coryo: Or I’ll tell the whole school about the day you lost your precious ✨Sandwich Queen✨ title to Festus and Sejanus.

Arachne: You dare threaten me?!

Coryo: I’ll also publish the photos of you wearing an ugly neck brace-

Arachne: Go suck a di-

Felix: But seriously, what happened to the “Railroad Titan” Mr. Price?

Festus: Well, all we know is that he lost his marbles because of the rebels.

Urban: Was it the maid stew?

Coryo: Maybe? Who knows.

Io: Hey, guys, look! *points at Nero Price* He’s now barking like a dog at Percy!

Apollo: Cool!

Clemensia: Is that normal?

Festus: That’s just part of his madness.

Coryo: Yeah. That’s pretty normal for him to do.

Sejanus: Coryo, my love, why are you and Festus so nonchalant about this?

Coryo: Well, my love, you already know that Percy, Festus, and I have been childhood friends and neighbors since forever. So I’ve seen her crazy old man go wild a couple of times before.

Festus: That’s not even his final form.

Gaius: He has a final form?!

Androcles: What’s his final form?

Coryo: It’s when he wears his pajamas wolf onesie and howls at the moon all night long.

Felix: That’s so weird.

Coryo: Yeah. It’s quite odd, but he literally thinks that he’s a cool werewolf or something.

Dennis: What about your poor neighbors? How did they react?

Coryo: Oh, they hate it when he does that. However, it’s impossible to arrest him when he’s in his ✨werewolf mode✨.

Apollo: Can I be a werewolf too?

Diana: No.

Io: But why is it impossible to arrest one madman howling in the middle of the night?

Coryo: Because Nero Price bites like a rabid dog. Heck! He might even have rabies for all we know.

Festus: He can even easily tear out the limbs of a grown man.

Felix: That’s impossible-

Festus: Coryo and I have seen him do it before.

Coryo: And rumors say that he once tore off the head of a rebel who tried to kill Percy.

Lysistrata: In the name of self-defense, right?

Coryo: Sure. Let’s stick with that.

Urban: So what’s his weakness?

Coryo: His wife.

Urban: Really?

Coryo: You don’t bite the hand that feeds you, do you?

Urban: I guess not.

Felix: By the way, are we going to help Percy catch her dad or should we just leave her be?

Clemensia: Maybe we should call the Peacekeepers?

Urban: Or a dog catcher.

Coryo: Is crazy Nero Price running around with a stick in his mouth?

Felix: No.

Coryo: Then that’s a good sign.

Festus: Yup. Percy doesn’t need us to intervene. She can handle him herself.

Felix: Are you sure about that?

Festus: Bro, I’ve seen her wrestle a nursery of rabid raccoons before. She’ll be fine.

Io: Hey, guys, I think Percy needs our help. Her crazy father is now throwing mud at her.

Sejanus: Yo, he’s now stealing and throwing our bikes in the fountain!

Androcles: Sh*t! He destroyed my expensive skateboard!

Apollo: And my tiny scooter!

Coryo: Yeah. That’s a bad sign. Let’s go help her.

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captainremmington-13 · 2 months

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A Night on the Town

A Bellova x Coriolanus One-Shot

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own The Hunger Games franchise, the images above, The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, or any of the characters in this fic other than Bellova and the made-up places I included. I also do not condone the beliefs or actions of Coriolanus or Bellova.

SUMMARY: After drinking more than they initially planned during a night out with friends, Bellova and Coriolanus exchange secrets and promises.

⚠️Warnings⚠️: swearing, alcohol consumption, mentions of violence and assault, Festus being creepy, slight angst

A/n: This takes place the school year before TBOSAS occurs, so during the equivalent of their junior year of high school. Also, I HIGHLY recommend you catch up on my series, A Lady Made of Snow, before reading this.

“I am so glad that’s over with,” Festus Creed grumbled.

“It wasn’t that bad,” Lysistrata Vickers said as the group of students exited Professor Demigloss’s classroom and started down the staircase to the dining hall.

Persephone Price nodded in agreement. “I found it to be a pretty straightforward exam, all things considered.”

Festus snorted. “Maybe for you, but for me, it felt like reading another language.”

“I thought it was easy. You’re just an idiot, Festus,” Arachne Crane said smugly.

Festus opened his mouth to argue, but shut it when he noticed Bellova Reginelle had joined their group.

“Is Festus complaining about the exam?” she asked, giving the boy a teasing smirk. Lysistrata nodded. “I’m starting to believe you’ll flunk Demigloss’s class, Creed.”

He scowled. “I won’t, I’ll pass with flying colors, you just wait and see.”

Bellova laughed. “Keep telling yourself that and maybe it will come true.”

Bellova, like most of the students in her class, had been worried about Demigloss’s exam for the past few days. She and her study group had studied vigorously, but the stress kept mounting. The tension had put her on edge, and she’d lost her temper while bickering with a certain blonde boy.

Thankfully, the test was not nearly as difficult as she had expected it to be. She found that she had time to spare at the end of the period, which she spent passing notes back-and-forth with Persephone. They both agreed that their friend group should spent some time together outside of school to celebrate the completion of Demigloss’s exam. However, they weren’t sure what to do. They could visit someone’s penthouse or go shopping, but they’d done that several times already. Doing something new and exciting would give them all a chance to let loose a bit.

The group, consisting of Festus, the Ring twins, Arachne, Lysistrata, Persephone, Felix, and Bellova, sat at their usual lunch table. They were soon joined by Sejanus Plinth, to the chagrin of several people. Bellova ignored their silent attempts to shoo him away, and allowed Sejanus to sit next to her.

After chatting lightheartedly about some mundane gossip for awhile, Bellova cleared her throat, silencing the group.

“Persephone and I,” she began. “Were thinking that we should all go out tonight. But we weren’t sure what we should do.”

The group exchanged glances, waiting for someone to suggest something.

Finally, Sejanus spoke up.

“My Ma told me that there’s some kind of show happening at the Odysseus Theatre. You know, the one on Aleona Street? We could get dinner beforehand and go to that.”

Miraculously, the group seemed to like Sejanus’s idea. Festus added that it was an illusionist show reserved for the Capitol’s elite, and that unlimited drinks would be provided during the performance.

Lysistrata frowned. “Festus, some of us have never had alcohol before. What if someone gets sick?”

He shrugged. “Then that’s their problem.”

Bellova gave Festus a look. “Anyways,” she continued. “Are we all in favor of that plan?”

“Excuse me, what plan are you all forming without me?”

Bellova rolled her eyes when she heard the voice or Coriolanus Snow behind her.

He took a seat next to Sejanus, and gestured for Bellova to speak.

She sighed. “If you must know, we are thinking of going out tonight to destress and have some fun. Sejanus suggested going out to dinner and then going to a show. I was about to ask how everyone felt about it before you so rudely interrupted me.”

Coriolanus scoffed. “You’re so sensitive.”

“You’re one to talk about sensitivity, Mr. I throw a tantrum when I don’t get a perfect grade.”

“Guys,” Sejanus said, preventing them from continuing to bicker.

Bellova gave Coriolanus one last scathing look before turning to the rest of the group. “All in favor of the plan raise your hand.”

Everyone raised their hand, including Coriolanus. She raised an eyebrow at him.

“Bold of you to assume you’re invited.”

“Bellova, don’t be mean,” Persephone said, frowning. “Of course you can come, Coryo.”

Coriolanus smiled charmingly. “Wonderful.”

Bellova glared at him, but didn’t object. “Fine. Let’s meet at The Ambience on Heirloom Avenue at five o’clock. And make sure to wear something nice, we are going to an exclusive event after all.”

Everyone nodded and went back to talking as normal, except for Bellova. She was watching Coriolanus carefully, observing the way his body had tensed when she mentioned dressing formally.

‘How odd,’ she thought.

Little did she know that Coriolanus was internally panicking, wondering how the hell he was going to find something to wear that his classmates wouldn’t look down upon.

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“There she is! Oh, you look so gorgeous!” Diana Ring gushed, waving Bellova over.

Bellova smiled as she stepped out of her limousine, walking towards her friends who were standing outside of the restaurant. Sejanus greeted her with a warm hug, which Bellova generously accepted. She gave Lysistrata and Diana a friendly kiss on the cheek, and nodded politely at the others.

“Nice dress,” Arachne said, not even trying to hide her jealousy. She wore a dark green velvet dress, which Bellova thought was pretty but overall unimpressive, especially compared to her own outfit.

The sheer, glimmering material of her form-fitting silver dress made her look like a diamond personified. Her matching heels wrapped around her ankles, the straps resembling silver snakes. On top of her dress was a white fur shawl, which protected her from the chill of the evening air.

“Thank you, Arachne,” Bellova responded. “That shade of green really brings out your eyes.”

Arachne grinned proudly at the compliment. Festus, who was standing next to her, was obviously fixated on the bare skin revealed by the shortness of her dress.

“Festus,” Bellova snapped. “Stop ogling or I’ll rip your eyes out.”

The boy smirked. “Fine, fine. But it’s hard not to stare when you’re so…exposed.”

Lysistrata smacked him on the arm. “Stop it, Felix! You’re embarrassing yourself.”

“Damn right you are,” Bellova agreed, rolling her eyes. “Alright, are we ready to go in now?”

“We’re still missing Coriolanus,” Sejanus spoke up.

She huffed impatiently. “If he doesn’t show up in the next thirty seconds, we’re ditching him.”

“You’re out of luck then, Bellova.”

Bellova scowled as she saw the Snow heir approach the group. “I was hoping you’d get hit by a car on your way here so we could all enjoy our evening.”

“Guys please,” Apollo Ring said hastily. “Let’s not argue now. We should head inside, our table is waiting for us.”

The group of students filed into The Ambience restaurant, chatting amongst each other as usual. Bellova linked arms with Persephone, complimenting her outfit. She had chosen a less flashy dress than Bellova’s, which made sense given her more reserved personality, but still looked gorgeous.

They all took their seats around a circular table, which had been reserved by Felix’s father for the occasion. Unfortunately, Bellova ended up sitting between Arachne and Coriolanus.

So much for a relaxing evening.

She hoped that some alcohol would mellow the two out, but knowing them, it was safe to assume that wasn’t likely. But she had never been around them while they were intoxicated, so perhaps they were entirely different people while they were drunk.

As expected, waiters soon came to place small glasses of sparkling wine in front of each of them. Festus eagerly took a sip and immediately shuddered, making the group laugh.

“I suppose we’ll see how well Creed over here handles his wine,” Apollo joked.

“I bet he’ll be a mess by the third refill,” Arachne added, smirking.

“I disagree,” Bellova chimes in. “He’ll be a mess by the second.”

She saw Coriolanus grin at that, which gave her a strange sense of pride.

Felix raised his glass, indicating that he was about to make a toast. “To us, for surviving Demigloss’s exam.”

The rest of them raised their drinks. “To us.”

A chorus of clinking glass followed, as well as the sound of many of them coughing as the liquid burned their throats. Bellova, who had become familiar with the drink recently, had no trouble downing half of it in one go.

Coriolanus nudged her, making her cringe in surprise. “Someone’s been indulging themselves with alcohol recently, hm?”

She scoffed. “None of your business, Snow.”

“Easy there, I’m not judging you.”

“You judge me every fucking day, so forgive me if I don’t believe you.”

Coriolanus smirked. “Fair enough. But I feel like actually having some fun tonight, so I’ll try not to agitate you, regardless of how amusing I find your angry expressions to be.”

Bellova rolled her eyes. “How kind of you.”

“I know, my generosity is quite admirable.”

Bellova couldn’t help but laugh, making Coriolanus smile. She could tell it was a genuine one. He rarely gave those out, especially to her.

She secretly hoped she could elicit a few more before the night came to an end.

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By the time the group left the restaurant, several of them were quite tipsy. Bellova, as well as Sejanus, Lysistrata, Persephone, and Coriolanus stayed unaffected, thanks to either their higher alcohol tolerance or their choice to only have a glass or two of wine.

While waiting line to enter the Odysseus Theatre, Bellova listened to her friends chatter excitedly, speculating about who would be at the show. Apparently, there was some famous television star attending, but she wasn’t particularly interested in that. She decided to focus her attention towards Sejanus and Coriolanus, who were having a hushed conversation.

“What are you two conspiring about?” she asked, pulling a compact out of her purse to re-apply her lip gloss.

“We’re just talking about Festus,” Sejanus murmured.

Bellova looked over at the Creed heir, who was trying and failing to subtly steal glances at her. She gave him a cold stare, making him turn away quickly. “What about him?”

“He’s being a creep,” Sejanus said. “Looking at you like that.”

“I know,” she agreed. “If he keeps it up, he’ll be dead by the time midnight rolls around.”

Sejanus sighed. “You should talk to him and get him to stop before it gets to that point.”

Bellova huffed. “Fine, but don’t make me do it alone. He gets angry when he doesn’t get his way. And I don’t want things to get physical.”

Coriolanus laughed. “That’s a first.”

“Shut the fuck up, Snow.”

Sejanus ignored their exchange. “Coriolanus and I will be by your side to make sure Creed doesn’t try anything funny, okay?”

“Hey,” Coriolanus protested, pouting slightly. “Why am I getting dragged into this?”

Sejanus sighed. “I don’t want to see Bellova get harassed any more, and she wants some silent support while confronting him.”

The young Snow looked at Bellova, clearly annoyed. “Fine,” he relented after a moment.

“Thank you, boys,” Bellova said. “I appreciate it.

The group was allowed into the theatre without any trouble after showing a man their ID’s. Many of the Capitol’s richest were socializing loudly with one another, glasses of posca in hand.

They made their way through the crowd, eventually finding their way to their reserved area. Felix’s father, being the president and all, had ensured they had the best view possible.

“I want to sit next to Felix,” Arachne said obnoxiously, latching onto the arm of the president’s son.

“Relax, Arachne, nobody is going to steal him from you,” Diana teased, sitting down next to her twin brother. Arachne gave her a look before taking a seat as well, still holding onto Felix’s arm.

Noticing Festus move to sit next to Bellova, Sejanus quickly took the seat before he could. Coriolanus followed suit, sitting on the other side of his rival. Scowling, Festus reluctantly chose the seat next to Sejanus, and began chatting with Apollo.

“Creed!” Bellova said sharply. He turned back around, his eyes going straight to her cleavage. She scowled, covering herself with her shawl. “If you keep eyeing me like I’m a piece of meat, I’ll ensure that you end up like one: cut into pieces and served on a pretty platter.”

Festus gulped. “U-Understood.”

Bellova gave him a sickly sweet smile. “Lovely.”

She picked up the flute of posca set before her. After finishing the drink, she started to feel slightly warm, the effects of the alcohol beginning to set in. She folded her shawl on her lap, resting her hands on top of it.

Sejanus smiled at her. “You didn’t need our help after all.”

She shrugged. “It was nice to know that you two had my back. Or at least you did.”

Coriolanus frowned at her, setting down his empty glass. “Do you really think I’d let Creed assault someone and get away with it?”

She pursed her lips. “If it was me he was after, then maybe.”

He shook his head. “Bellova, I would never let harm come to one of my friends.”

“Hmm” was her only response.

Loud music began to play over the speakers, causing the chatter around them to quiet down. The lights dimmed, and the stage was illuminated a moment later, revealing a group of performers with sequin-covered costumes.

The illusionists were brilliant. They made white doves appear as if they vanished into thin air, and re-appear in a cloud of purple flame. The crowd was enthralled, gasping and applauding loudly. Avoxes walked through the room, keeping the guest’s glasses full of posca.

After the third glass, Bellova was definitely intoxicated. She felt slightly dizzy, and was trying desperately not to say anything that would embarrass her later.

While the performers were setting up their next elaborate trick, Bellova glanced at the two boys sitting next to her. Sejanus was in a dark blue suit that complimented his chocolate brown eyes. Coriolanus, on the other hand, wore a black long-sleeved dress shirt that he had rolled up to his elbows, paired with matching dress pants and black leather boots. There was a silver watch on his slender wrist that was engraved with the Snow family crest.

He looked like he was attending a funeral, but he looked as handsome as ever.

She giggled. “I’m in a Snow and Plinth sandwich.” Sejanus chuckled, making her eyes widen. “D-Did I say that out loud?”

“Yes, you did,” Coriolanus said, smirking. She sighed, rubbing her temples gently.

“I’ve got to stop drinking after this glass,” she murmured. “I’m going to keep saying stupid shit like that if I keep this up.”

Two more refills later, Bellova and Coriolanus were completely, utterly drunk.

Bellova had no idea that Coriolanus was the slightly giggly, honest type of drunk. She expected him to be meaner while intoxicated, not more pleasant. He was more boyish and cheerful, and had an almost goofy smile on his face.

Bellova looked at him, her eyes glassy and a bit unfocused. “What’s making you so happy?”

He shrugged. “Nothing. I just am.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“Yes it does.”

“No it doesn’t!”

Coriolanus pouted, crossing his arms. “You’re so mean all the time. Why can’t you cut me some slack?”

Bellova smirked back. “I would if you weren’t such a cunt on a daily basis.”

“Watch your language, we’re in public.”

“Yes, I’m aware of that.”

“Stop giving me attitude,” Coriolanus said, glaring at her.

“You’re one to talk about attitude, Coryo,” Bellova muttered.

He suddenly placed a hand on hers, making her shudder slightly. His hands were cold, which was fitting, given his last name.

“What’s this for?” she asked, confused.

“You would be so much nicer looking if you weren’t always glaring. You have a pretty face, you shouldn’t waste it by scowling at me all the time.”

Bellova was too intoxicated to stop herself from blushing slightly. “You think I’m pretty?”

He rolled his eyes. “It’s an objective fact that you’re gorgeous. Everyone with eyes thinks so. You should hear what the older boys at the Academy say about you.”

Bellova winced. “I don’t want to know. They’ve harassed me before, have I ever told you that?”

“No, you haven’t,” he said, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Okay, well I don’t want to talk about it,” she snapped, suddenly feeling tense.

“Why?”

“Because,” she said, biting her lip. “It’ll…make me upset.”

“Why?”

“Coriolanus, I had to stab three boys in the arm to escape being forcibly stripped,” she whispered, her eyes filling with tears that she hastily wiped away. “That was why I almost got expelled last year. I would’ve been if the boys hadn’t been threatened to confess by my father.”

Coriolanus stared at her in silence for a moment.

“That’s awful,” he said quietly. “I had no idea. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” she said. “It’s in the past now. Just…don’t mention it to anyone. I don’t want the drama to start up again.”

He nodded. “I won’t, I swear.”

“Good,” she replied, giving him a small smile. She saw him yawn, covering his mouth with his hand. “Tired?”

Coriolanus nodded. “Exhausted. I was up late last night.”

“How come?”

“I couldn’t sleep. Nightmares.”

Bellova frowned. “What about?”

“My mother. And the night she died. You know I was supposed to have a little sister? She died minutes after being born.”

Bellova felt her heart tighten. Coriolanus’s baby blue eyes were watery, and he looked more vulnerable than she’d ever seen him. He was still holding onto her hand, his grasp tightening slightly.

“I’m sure that your mother was a lovely woman,” she said softly. He nodded.

“She was. I keep her old compact by my bedside when I need to calm my nerves. There’s still rose-scented powder in it, and it makes me feel as if she’s in the room with me.”

Bellova gave him a soft smile. “That’s sweet.”

“I suppose,” Coriolanus said, his eyelids beginning to droop slightly. To Bellova’s surprise, he let his head rest on her shoulder. His golden curls brushed against her bare skin, making a warm feeling bloom in her chest.

Sejanus looked over at Bellova to see how she was doing, and his jaw fell open when he saw Coriolanus resting comfortably on his fiercest rival.

‘What the hell is going on?’ Sejanus mouthed at her.

Bellova gave him a dazed smile. ‘No clue,’ she mouthed back.

She felt as if she’d fallen into an alternate reality. This felt so odd, having Coriolanus cuddled up at her side and holding her hand while half-asleep.

But she wasn’t complaining. Not in the slightest.

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With a good amount of difficulty, Sejanus managed to convince Coriolanus and Bellova to accept his offer to call a cab to take them home.

Both were almost unconscious, and had forgotten to call their drivers to ask them to pick them up. Sejanus knew they both needed to be at home in bed soon, or they’d regret it in the morning.

In the back of the cab, the two academic rivals sat on opposite sides of the back seat. Bellova assumed Coriolanus had finally fallen asleep, as his head was resting against the window.

Her head was still swimming, the posca affecting her thoughts greatly. She had urges she’d never have while sober, such as the urge to run her hands through Coriolanus’s curls. They looked so soft, almost like a kitten’s fur.

She turned away to look out the window, staring at the pristine Capitol buildings in the distance. One day, she’d have one all to herself.

“Bellova?”

Coriolanus’s raspy voice startled her out of her fantasies, making her sit up. “Yes?”

“Maybe…” he said slowly. “Maybe we should stop being mean to each other.”

Bellova sighed. “Maybe. But it’s part of our relationship. It’s fucked up, but that’s how it’s been for years.”

“I don’t always enjoy fighting. It’s stressful and frustrating,” Coriolanus said. “And it gets tiring.”

“What exactly is your point, Coryo?”

“Let’s make a pact,” he said, his glazed eyes looking into hers. “An agreement to stop arguing for no reason. Maybe we’d be happier if we work together instead of against each other.”

Bellova hummed. She supposed he was right, bickering with him could get exhausting. It would be hard to stop trying to get under his skin on purpose, as it had become a habit. But was worth a try.

She extended her hand. “Okay. Let’s do it. No more pointless fighting.”

He grasped her hand, giving it a firm shake. “Promise?”

“I promise.”

When the cab driver reached Bellova’s estate, Coriolanus gave her a parting kiss on the hand, making her giggle loudly. She blew a kiss back to him before one of her guards escorted her through the gates, putting an official end to her night out.

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The next morning, Bellova and Coriolanus both woke up in their own beds, their hangovers giving them splitting headaches.

Coriolanus ended up vomiting in the bathroom, worrying Tigris immensely. He assured her he was fine, but she insisted on making him a cup of tea and coaxed him back into bed.

Bellova was prepared for the hangover, and took some medicine she had in her bedside cabinet in order to quell the pounding in her head. It was the weekend, so she had no obligations. After her headache had lessened, she slipped back into sleep.

Neither of them realized they had blacked out the previous evening. They didn’t remember anything after having their fifth glasses of posca.

Along with forgetting the deep conversation they had at the show, the promise they made to each other was forever lost in the recesses of their minds. They would continue to fight over the most mundane things, and do whatever they could to get a rise out of the other.

Until, of course, the conflict came to an end once and for all on that fateful October day.

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Author’s Note: Thank you for reading! Please let me know what you think in the comments! I really loved writing this one-shot, and I may write more for these characters in the future in order to expand upon their backstory. If you have any one-shot ideas, pls leave a comment below or send something to my inbox!

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