𝘖𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘙𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘙𝘰𝘴𝘦. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮. 𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. A collection of one shots, all based around the same au.All Rights Reserved