listen to your heart // dnf // DISCONTINUED

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Welcome everyone to Listen To Your Heart//DNF !!!

In this fanfiction, I write about Dream, George, Sapnap, Karl, Quackity, BBH, Tommyinnit and Cpt. Puffy in a royal alternate universe. Inspired by the song Listen To Your Heart by Roxette. Will you enjoy this story and continue reading? I sure hope so!

This is so much fun for me to write :)
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CONTENT WARNINGS FOR WHOLE STORY:

*1* Angst, angst, and more angst...
*2* Smut!!
*3* Depression
*4* Panic Attacks
*5* Death of characters and talk of death.
*6* Suicidal thoughts, tendencies, and mentions.
*7* Self blaming and hateful thoughts about oneself.
*8* Violence/Abuse/Bullying
*9* Drinking
*10* Rape insinuations
*11* Drugs
*12* Homophobic assholes who share their thoughts.
*13* Swearing/vulgar language
*14* Withdrawals
*15* Emotional abuse
*16* Gaslighting
*17* Torture

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THE BEGINNING:

Flashback -- AUGUST 17, 2853:

"Clay?"

"Clay?" A soft female voice called again, awaking him from his slumber.

He groggily sighed.

"Hurry get dressed. We must go now." the voice demanded.

His vision blurred as he opened his eyes, looking towards where the voice had been, "Why?"

"You are in danger. We have to leave now." The voice said, throwing a set of clothing towards his bed.

"Danger? Why? From what?" His vision cleared. He could now see the voice belonging to his caretaker's assistant, Lani.

"There's no time for questions. Hurry." Lani's voice shook anxiously.

Clay sprung out of bed, rapidly undressing and redressing in clean clothes. He wore dark brown baggy pants that had a few holes near his knees and a white airy top stained with the greys and browns of childhood. He stepped urgently into his hand-me-down black boots while grabbing his fur coat from the back of his chair. He ran towards the door, pivoting quickly to run back in his room, realizing he had forgotten something, and headed towards the bedside table. He yanked the drawer open, the force pulling the knob free. He released it onto the ground, using his now free hand to move books and piles of crumpled paper out of the way, searching for his most valuable treasure. His fingers grazed the cold elevated stone before wrapping around it, pulling the stone free. The silver chain of the stone hung down between the slits of his fingers, slightly tickling his hand with the movement from running down the hall.

His eyes scanned every inch of his home. The picture frames lined the walls, capturing him, his eight brothers, his caretaker, and her two assistants huddled around a Christmas tree with wide smiles and bright eyes, in various perspectives. The house was presently quiet, which meant it had to be early in the morning, approximately four am if he had to guess. His night owl siblings typically went to bed at two am and those that were early birds woke at six. Clay considered himself to be a night owl, going to bed around midnight every night and only waking before noon if his favorite sibling, Nick, would wake him.

He walked past five bedroom doors, the second 'trashier' bathroom, and turned into the kitchen, upon hearing hushed voices stem from there. His bare feet chilled as they stepped onto the stone floor from off the warm carpet. He glanced down at them before turning his gaze towards where his caretaker and Lani stood. His caretaker was the closest thing Clay had to a mother and most times, he would call her as such. She was like a mother to all of the boys living in this home, providing food, shelter, water, warmth, and love. She was an older woman, far older than Clay's birthmother, and had silvering hair with small wrinkles outlining her eyes and mouth. She had beautiful blue eyes, lighter than the clear blue sky. Clay's gaze met hers and he watched as they grew wide with sorrow.