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A/N YALL IM BACK AND NOW IVE GOTTEN I BIT BETTER AT WRITIONG IG

The Cabbage merchant looked up at y/n with understanding laced in his eyes.

"I understand how that must feel" he replied looking away sadly as if a dark aura of sadness had covered him from head to toe. Y/n quickly assessed the situation and butted in, nervously waving her hands around.

"its alright though, he died when I was really young. So I dont remember much"

"thats a shame, so you never got to meet your father?"

Shaking her head y/n looked back to the cabbage the merchant had brought along with him. For some reason it seemed greener and more lively than the rest of the cabbages the merchant was selling. Raising an eyebrow, she took a piece of the leafy green cabbage and put it in her delicate mouth. It tasted like a green jollyracher with the texture of a dorito chip.

Horror written all across his face, the cabbage merchant yanked the peice of cabbage from out of your mouth and looked at y/n sternly.

"do NOT eat Bartholomew the 69th" He huffed "I know he looks like a snac but...hes my son"

y/n was baffled at the news, she had no idea that the total hottie that was the cabbage merchat had a SON?! How was she now to fall in love with this finest of fine men? Jealousy bubble within y/n like angry alphabet soup. HE WOULD BE HERS!! y/n twirled her LONG 69 foot BLONDE hair around her fingertips, trying to charm the finest merchant.

"oh, h-he's your son?" y/n asked, giving the cabbage merchant puppy dog eyes

Looking back up at her (cabbage merchant is a short king) he proudly guffaoued, displaying his gorgeous old man chin to y/n. y/n blushed and giggled thinking about how fluffy his luscious locks of white facial hair are.

"yes, he is my son...by blood" he replied in a slightly ominous tone.

Suddenly a whole train wreck of flashbacks were summoned to y/n! and they were no other than her toxic ex lord farquad!!!!


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