「 ︎𝔇𝔞𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 」︎➣︎ v. вαυdelαιre х reαder

ѕlιppery ѕlope: parт one

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ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ
ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ
ᴛʜɪs sʜᴏᴡ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴡʀᴇᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇᴠᴇɴɪɴɢ
ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴀʏ
ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ sɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴇᴘɪsᴏᴅᴇ ɪs ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ᴅɪsᴍᴀʏ
sᴏ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ
ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ
ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴs
ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ sɴᴏᴡ
ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴠɪʟʟɪᴀɴs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴇᴅ
ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ɴᴏ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀɴ ɢᴏ
ɪᴛ's ᴀ ʜᴏʀʀɪᴅ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜɪs
ᴏᴜʀ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰɪɴᴀʟ sᴇᴀsᴏɴ
ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ʜᴀs ᴄʟᴇᴀʀʟʏ ʟᴏsᴛ ᴀʟʟ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ
ᴊᴜsᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ
ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ
ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ
ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴᴄᴏɴᴠᴇɴɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ
ᴀsᴋ ᴀɴʏ sᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ "sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ?"
ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡɪʟʟ sᴀʏ
ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ
ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ
ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ
ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ

𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚎 -

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚝, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚢.

𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚢.

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𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙍𝘿 𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙊𝙉 𝙋𝙊𝙑

In a time of distress, people look to their close friends and family for comfort. It's an instinct, even if people may try to avoid it for as long as possible. Individuals try to handle things on their own, not wanting to bother anyone. In y/n's dilemma, she had just lost two of the most important people in her life. Unable to take time to process the loss, she kept a tough face for the littlest Baudelaire, hoping to get her to safety. It's what Klaus and Violet would've wanted.

Internally, her pulse raced at an incredible momentum, incapable of ignoring the presence of her lifelong tormentor and his troupe. He would reminisce about his accomplishment in getting rid of two burdens and achieving two fortunes, making his friends laugh along. Occasionally, their booming voices would make her close her eyes instinctively, waiting for a fresh outburst.