#hhn x reader

[adalwolfgang]

I need a game similar to swooning over Stan’s but it’s the icons of halloween horror nights. Yes swooning over icons. I need. I would trade my soul for an icon romance game. I’d pay money for an icon romance game.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Real and Fake| The Director x Scareactor!Reader

A/N: Hello HHN fandom pls take this.

I thought of some funny meta shit where Paulo and the Icons (being the only "real" part of HHN) are aware that HHN is just a harmless spooky event, but to appease Adaru/Fear he shows up to "play his part" (which means he's also gotta do whatever Universal says so he can stay).

Also enter oblivious Reader who befriended Paulo during another HHN event and thinks he's a fellow actor who really digs his role, not realizing he's legit in his goals and ambitions.

.............

Paulo watched with distain as the actors prowled around the scarezone during Halloween Horror Nights. Of course, he was filming in order to capture the reactions of the first unsuspecting visitors to this year's event.

It would not be worthy of a movie, obviously, but he hopes to save the reels and look back on them for..future inspiration.

The director's icy blue eyes soon found themselves upon you, a scareactor covered in fake blood. He can only frown when you lunged at a nearby couple, spewing fake threats at them with a fake weapon.

Fake

Fake

Fake

He couldn't stand how fake it all was. Hell, even his own production studio setup was fake. Universal Studios allowed him to recreate his iconic "bathtub electrocution" scene from one of his films, but only with fancy strobe lights and a fog machine at his disposal. No water nor electricity nor rubber duck to conduct. On top of that, he had to go along with the act of filming his "victim" and their "death" as if it were actually happening.

It only bored him.

That wasn't real raw fear to him, and neither was seeing you going around and startling whoever wasn't paying attention to their surroundings.

You were only doing this for the thrill of it...and for the money. And the guests knew they couldn't be hurt. They came here for entertainment, wanting to be scared. He could only grimace at the way some of them tried acting tough, or god forbid tried flirting or befriending the actors who were in their element. It killed the illusion even further, not that he liked the illusion anyway.

What a shame Universal refused to acknowledge his vision: a bloody massacre where you'd cast aside all morality and inhibitions, chasing guests throughout the streets with real weapons and real malice.

With real intent to kill.

It's not enough to be startled for a moment and laugh it off later. If guests truly wanted to be scared for their lives...well, he believed the key was to make them beg for their lives. If killing them was too extreme, then at least scarring their minds and ensuring they'll never want to come back would suffice.

Unfortunately for him, Universal still needed their sales and their guests so this event can continue on, as it has for many years.

Paulo lowered his camera for a moment to watch you without the assistance of a lens. Even though he scorned at mainstream acting, yours was..particularly fascinating. It has captured his eye in the few years he's known you. You certainly fit the role you played this year quite well.

He just thinks you'd look far more exquisite in actual blood.

Eventually the cue for his next "take" was to begin, and he swiftly got out of his chair, disappearing behind the faux wall to drag out his newest "victim". As he brought them out, a small crowd began to gather as You Oughta Be In Pictures began to play on an speaker. He discreetly swapped his camera for the prop one before he began "filming", putting all his emotions into it in order to make the "kill" seem realistic.

"Yes! Good..show me your fear! More..MORE!!!" He forced out the enthusiasm, in a convincing act that he's done countless times before, and will do countless times more tonight.

Meanwhile, you had stopped to see Paulo's performance after scaring some bored teenagers on their phones. Most of the visitors were paying attention to him or another actor's stage in the same zone, so you could afford to be out of character for a moment.

It was almost time for your break anyways.

Once the mini-show was over and the crowd left, his disgruntled expression returned as his hand swiped away the fog. He stepped off the stage and that's when you decided to approach him.

"You look like you're enjoying yourself."

"Not in the slightest..Universal only allows me to go so far." The director grumbled, tossing the fake camera back into the box. "At least they were generous to offer me this extra camera..as much as I despise holding it."

"At least they're paying you to." You chuckled. "I know you're not in it for the money but it's a nice bonus-"

"And you would be right!" He suddenly grinned wickedly, raising his actual camera to your face and nearly blinding you in the process. "See? You understand me, [y/n]. It was never about the money..never. I just want people to experience true fear. They crave it. So why do they reject me? I say they're jealous that I have the stomach to do what they cannot. Morals, legality, ethics...fear knows none of those."

The more you talked to this guy, the more you wondered if the rumors of him being an actual immortal snuff filmmaker banned across several countries were true.

Surely he was just an extremely convincing method actor who loved his job here.

That's all it had to be...right?

"...uh, sure. I'm going on break. Wanna join me for dinner?" You changed the subject, eager to get out of your costume.

Fortunately his creepy smile became a bit more human as he released the camera trigger, putting it away. "How generous of you to offer. I need to check my reels anyway, so I'll accompany you."

"Cool." You smiled back, before noticing a guest approach you, clearly wanting to get a selfie. And you agreed, hoping to briefly take your mind off of his odd ramblings about "true fear".

The director stepped out of frame, pretending to taunt other guests. But deep down he was just irked at how casual they all were, approaching scareactors and getting these "selfies" with them for clout.

Clout that should rightfully be his own.

Not to mention your total obliviousness to what he truly was. He must have put on one hell of a convincing act for you to not realize the truth.

The truth that he's not acting at all.

But soon, he believes....you will.

[ohgodhyperfixationblog]

Is it possible you could do a thing for fear with a masc non binary partner whos had a bad childhood and he just Holdes them when they're having a bad mental health day? 👉👈 you're fucking badass and your fanfics are 👌👌👌👌

Hi!! Tysm !! I’m so sorry this took way too long but here it is! I hope you like it! I referred to fear by his other name Adaru<3

Warnings:little bit of sad

Ships: Adaru (fear) x gender neutral reader

The flame of his lantern gently flickered as he watched his partner emerge from their chamber. “What seems to be troubling you my dear?” Adaru gently questioned.

The young adult sighed and sat on the couch, bringing their knees to their chest. “I just,” they started softly,” I wish I had a better a child hood. I missed so much, I just wish things were different, Y’know?”

Adaru sat next to his lover, engulfing them with his large body. Despite enjoying seeing people in distress his lover was the exception. And he would do anything to remedy the pain they felt.

Adaru carded his long fingers through the person whom, resided in his arms, hair. “Every step taken, every decision made, has led you to this moment. Please allow me to help you forget your woes,” Fear gently whispered.

The combination of his warm embrace, his loving words and his hair calmed them down lulling them into a state between sleep and consciousness.

[adalwolfgang]

Slithers in here. Can I request some romantic hcs for The Director,,,,like how he would treat his partner :0

The Director [Paulo Ravinski] | Romantic Headcanons

"You oughtta be in pictures..."

𝘏𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘳. 𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 (𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴), 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴. 𝘐𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘗𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘰'𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥.

𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘮𝘴. 𝘏𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘸𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘮 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘦, 𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵.

𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯. 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘥. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘮. 𝘈𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘮 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸.

𝘋𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘏𝘏𝘕 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘗𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘻𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 "𝘢𝘤𝘵". 𝘈𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘖𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶, "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴…", 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 "𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘮 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢" 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘋𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴 𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴.

𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘗𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘱, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘏𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘐𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴.

𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘴.

[adalwolfgang]

Ok so this maybe suuuuupeer ooc but I currently been sick/ been through a really shitty situation recently and was wondering some director hcs of him taking care of someone in his own weird backwards way LMAO

The Director [Paulo Ravinski] | Uzdrav sa skoro

"Do not worry, moja hviezda. You will shine bright again."

Translation (from google): "Uzdrav sa skoro" → "Get well soon"

Tag list: @lonleydweller

Instead of offering sympathy, he sees your pain as a compelling story. He might document your suffering with his film camera, muttering about “raw emotion” and “genuine distress”, not out of cruelty, but because he believes hardship creates true art. However, after a while, he lowers the camera and, in a rare moment of sincerity, murmurs, “Do not worry, moja hviezda. You will shine bright again.”

If you’re sick, he demands you stay in bed, not out of kindness, but because “the body must be preserved for its final performance.” He’ll pace around your shared room like a neurotic director, making sure you “follow the script” (aka resting). If you try to get up too soon, he gives you an unimpressed look, forcing you to lay back down and warns, “Uzdrav sa sko.” It sounds like an order rather than encouragement.

Expect strange herbal concoctions, foreign medicines, or even unsettling treatments like cupping therapy because he read somewhere that “suffering must be drawn out like poison.” He watches you drink the odd-tasting brew with the same intensity as when he’s waiting for the perfect shot, nodding when you finally swallow it. “Good,” he says. “You are committed to the role.” He’ll also go to Albert for advice if he notices you aren’t getting any better.

He’s not the comforting type, but he’s always nearby. Sitting in a chair in the corner, watching with that unsettling intensity, taking mental notes, making sure you stay alive and well. It’s creepy, but oddly reassuring.

If you refuse to eat, he won’t take no for an answer. He won’t spoon-feed you (unless you physically cannot feed yourself), but he places food in front of you with the ominous expectation that you will eat it. Maybe it’s simple soup, maybe it’s an elaborate, foreign dish he says is good for “endurance.” Either way, there’s no escaping it. He won’t move until you take a few bites. “Even the strongest actors must sustain themselves,” he reminds you.

At some point, he sits beside you and reads to you a cryptic, philosophical book about how suffering forges the strongest individuals. “The weak perish. The strong endure. Like you. You… you are meant to endure.” His voice is firm, unwavering, like he’s willing your survival into existence.

If someone else hurt you, oh boy, he sees that as an unforgivable offense. Not because he’s particularly sentimental, but because “only I control the suffering in my productions.” Whoever wronged you? They just became the next star of his next film… and that’s never a good thing.

If you’re vulnerable, he becomes oddly territorial. He won’t outright say he cares, but his actions, subtly positioning himself between you and others, ensuring you’re not disturbed, keeping an eerie watch over your surroundings, speak volumes. No one gets near you unless he allows it (Surprise, he doesn’t).

If you can’t sleep, he might put on old, eerie orchestral film scores, claiming “this is the soundtrack of the subconscious mind.” It’s not exactly relaxing, but hey, it’s better than silence. If that doesn’t work, to his minor disappointment, he’ll climb into bed with you and let you cuddle into him. He’s surprisingly warm even though he’s been undead for nearly 19 years.

He won’t admit it, but if you start getting better, there’s a shift. His stare lingers less like he’s observing a specimen and more like he’s… relieved? He won’t acknowledge it, though. Except maybe a chaste kiss on the forehead or a lingering touch on your face.

Being cared for by Paulo is an experience, equal parts unsettling, intense, and strangely protective. Would he ever outright say he cares? No. But in his own eerie, backward way, he makes sure you shine bright again.

[adalwolfgang]

only thing I can conjure up in my head for a request rn is some yandere director hcs

The Director [Paulo Ravinski] | Yandere Headcanons

"I have so many pictures of you, but nothing compares to the real thing."

Warnings: The basic yandere warnings, takes place during hhn 25 (ICONS:HHN scarezone) for plot reasons, kinda shifts from a oneshot to headcanons. Paulo might be ooc 😅

𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘏𝘏𝘕 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘉𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘪𝘹𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱, 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 4 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥. 𝘖𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘍𝘦𝘢𝘳. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘳, 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘐𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 3𝘳𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳'𝘴.

𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤 𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘥. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦-𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘥. 𝘏𝘦 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢.

“𝘠𝘦𝘴…” 𝘗𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩. “𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘮… 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘵… 𝘰𝘩, 𝘺𝘦𝘴! 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘦! 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳! 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨!” 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥. “𝘛𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢…𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘶𝘵! 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵.”

𝘗𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘰 𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘯𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘮 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯. 𝘚𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺, 𝘗𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢.

𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘭 2 𝘢.𝘮. 𝘐𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 9:22 𝘱.𝘮.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘕𝘦𝘸 𝘠𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘢. 𝘚𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳. 𝘜𝘯𝘣𝘦𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘗𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘰’𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳. 𝘏𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥.

𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘗𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘥𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘵𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘳'𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘗𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘰'𝘴 𝘫𝘰𝘣 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴.

𝘐𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘋𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯.

𝘏𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘰 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 “𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯” 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 21 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘩𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘰.

𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦. 𝘗𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘈𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘶 𝘰𝘳 𝘜𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘭 𝘚𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘰𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘏𝘩𝘯, 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘺. 𝘏𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘹𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘗𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘰𝘴 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘺𝘦. 𝘌𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘑𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘑𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘗𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘰 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘫𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯.

𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘗𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘐𝘧 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘩𝘦’𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦! 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳! 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵! 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵! 𝘏𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.

𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘭 “𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘺” 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘣𝘪𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘳. 𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴, 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 “𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳” 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥’𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯.

𝘏𝘦’𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦’𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥. 𝘏𝘦’𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶! 𝘐𝘵’𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘦’𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴, 𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘚𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭.

𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘶𝘯.

[adalwolfgang]

I Need more Hhn requests 🙏 I already got some fic concepts in the making but I wanna practice more so pls if any of yall wanna request something pls do

I’ll give y’all an arm and leg for them.

[adalwolfgang]

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