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When the door opened again, her eyes snapped to Naruto, standing bashfully in the doorway. One hand was on the door and the other was buried deep in his pocket as he watched her uncertainly before he stepped in and closed the door behind him.

"Hey." His greeting was soft and uncertain, like he was approaching a wild animal and Hinata smiled to put him at ease.

"Hey," she echoed softly, trying to ignore how awkward she felt.

"Uh, Granny said she told you… I promise, I wasn't trying to be a pervert when I said I'd seen you-…" His words came out in a rushed jumble before he cut them off abruptly, rubbing the back of his head. He tried again, opening his mouth to speak before seemingly thinking better of it and his teeth clamped shut with an audible click. An awkward silence stretched between them for a moment, neither sure what to say before Naruto seemed to come to a decision. His shoulders straightened and he met her eyes squarely with a slight smile. "I'm really glad you're ok."

She felt herself blush and looked down to her hands folded in her lap, shyly. "Thank you." Naruto crossed back to the chair he had been sleeping in and sat, searching for a topic of conversation.

"Everyone's been in to see you, when they get a chance," he said, gesturing to the table overflowing with flowers and get well cards.

"Has my father?" she asked, honestly curious. She wondered what state her relationship with the man was in after two years.

"Uh…no," Naruto answered in a small voice. When Naruto saw the sad frown on her face he rushed to explain. "It's not that he doesn't want to come see you. He does! He's just… not allowed to."

Hinata looked at him sharply, confused by his answer. "Why not?"

Naruto hesitated, like he didn't want to say why, but with a grimace on his face told her.

"Your father was forced to publically disown you when you chose to marry me. It's kind of like an unwritten rule that he can't see you just because he wants to. That council of bastards forced him into a deadlock and said that as the heiress you had to marry inside the clan or forfeit your position to Hanabi and become a member of the branch family."

Hinata's hand flew to her forehead before she realized what she was doing. There, under her soft bangs, the stiff rough texture of a bandage met her fingers. Everything else vanished. Nothing existed except that wrapping around her forehead, hiding her shame. Her chest felt tight and it was hard to draw in breath. She was panicking, she realized distantly, but there was nothing she could do to stop it! The breath she could catch came in huge, rattling, gasps. Her entire body was shaking and her fingers began to claw under the edges of the bandage.

Suddenly her vision was filled by blue, blue eyes, giving her something to focus on in the panic. Warm hands tugged her fingers away from the fabric around her head and framed her face gently but insistently, forcing her to meet those eyes. Slowly, the words he was speaking began to make sense.

"'Nata, you're okay. Calm down, Hime, nothing is wrong, you're ok. You haven't been sealed, it's not what you think. Just calm down, Hime. I'll explain everything but I need you to calm down. Deep breaths, Hime, come on, in..." Naruto slowly sucked in a deep breath and then carefully released it. "…out… in… breathe, Hinata…" with difficulty, through her gasps and hiccups, Hinata sucked in a deep breath, mirroring him. The worried lines across his face smoothed out and suddenly she was floored by the full effect of his gorgeous smile. "Good girl, now out…" he murmured, slowly breathing out and nodding encouragingly when she followed his example. He continued coaching her, even after the heart rate monitor had returned to normal, beeping in a measured consistency.

His hands still gently cradled her face when she belatedly realized he was perched on the side of her bed. He sat close to her, closer than he had ever been, and the length of his thigh pressed against hers until his knee bent to hang off the bed by her hip. He was watching her closely, to make sure she didn't start hyperventilating again probably, and slowly, his hands fell from her cheeks, but one caught at her shoulder, his fingers cupping around to the nape of her neck where they delved into her hair.

"You're ok. I promise," he repeated deliberately as his fingers soothingly combed through her hair in short strokes. She'd lost count of how many times he had said that since her panicking had begun and she tried, she really tried, to believe him.

"I…" she started, but the words caught in her throat painfully and her lungs forced in a shaky breath. She tried again. "I'm a member of the Branch Family." Saying the words aloud was like a kick to the gut, but Naruto was contradicting her a fraction of a second later.

"No, you're not," he said, shaking his head. He hesitated, like he didn't want to tell her the next bit, watching her warily before he continued. "You're not a Hyuga at all."

Horror engulfed her as her eyes found his, seeing the truth in them. It was worse than she could have ever imagined. All her life she had stared down the possibility that she could one day be sentenced to a life in the branch house, sealed and subservient, but as the years passed and the hammer stroke never fell, she had begun to hope that it wouldn't. She had hoped that she would one day be strong enough to prove to her father and the clan that she was worthy of the title 'Heiress'. She had never imagined that her disgrace would be so spectacular and complete that she would be expelled from the clan entirely.

Naruto was speaking again, and as always, his voice called to her in the depths of her despair. "It's not as bad as you think, Hime. You weren't disowned because of any failure on your part. You were the heiress and if it hadn't been for me, you would have been Clan Head by the end of the next year." His fingers were still smoothing through her hair with a hypnotic pressure that compelled her to listen. "But then you announced that we were going to get married and…not everyone liked that idea. The heiress was supposed to marry inside the Clan…" She nodded. She knew the traditions of her clan painfully well.

"The elders were howling for your disinheritance and sealing and your father took the only path he could. He found a loophole. He couldn't stand the thought of sealing you, and there was no way in hell I was going to let it happen." His warm had closed around one of hers, resting in her lap, and the warm pressure further calmed her. It was a strange power he held, she mused distantly. "So we began looking for a way out, and he found one. By disowning you from the clan, stripping you of being a Hyuga at all, you are no longer bound by clan law. You don't have the Caged-Bird Seal-"

Hinata interrupted, her fingers rubbing the bandage around her head as if its very existence proved him wrong. "But my-"

"No, Hinata. The bandage is there because you injured your head on your mission. It's not there to cover a seal." His voice was soothing and his thumb was gently rubbing a spot under her ear that was remarkably calming. If she didn't know better, she would think he was doing all of those little gestures on purpose.

I don't know better she realized with a jolt.

"I don't understand," she persisted, ignoring the depths of their relationship for the moment. "How does disowning me keep me from being sealed? One of the purposes of the seal is to protect the Byakugan from being outside the Clan."

"It's really complicated. There was a lot of legal stuff that went into it, but the basics were that one clan can't interfere with the affairs of another." Hinata frowned, still not understanding and Naruto struggled to explain. "You know how there are laws that dictate what clans are allowed to do and what falls under the Hokage's jurisdiction? How clans are allowed to make laws for their people and the Hokage can't meddle in them, but he can make laws that bind them as shinobi of the village?" Hinata nodded slowly before he continued. "The Caged-Bird Sealing is a Clan law. Only members of the Hyuga family have to abide by it. When your father declared that you were no longer Hyuga, you were technically exempt from the sealing. The elders tried to drag it out further trying to play on the fact that just because you weren't Hyuga didn't mean they couldn't seal you. They said a nameless person with the Byakugan was a threat that needed to be taken care of. We finally beat them when I claimed you as an Uzumaki." He hesitated again, dropping her gaze and instead staring at their joined hands in her lap, his fingers playing with hers shyly. "You're not a Hyuga anymore because you chose to become my wife."

A strange feeling Hinata couldn't quite name began to grow in her chest. There he went again, telling her that her greatest dream had come true like it was the simplest fact in the world.

"That's why Tsunade knew something was wrong when you said your name was Hinata Hyuga. You haven't been a Hyuga in almost a year and a half. You're an Uzumaki now." He was staring into her eyes, worry lining his face and his fingers were still buried in the hair at the nape of her neck, soothing her with short soft strokes.

"We really are married?" she asked uncertainly. It seemed like a silly thing to focus on in the midst of everything else she was learning, but she couldn't help it.

Again, that gorgeous smile nearly stole her breath, and she exhaled sharply. He looked so truly happy. There was no other way to describe that breathtaking smile and he carefully tugged their joined hands into his lap, giving her fingers a gentle squeeze.

"Yeah. We really are. And we're really, really happy."

Hinata found she couldn't hold his gaze. She had dreamed about him looking at her like that, his eyes so full of love and devotion that she had never really thought about what she would do when it happened. She found she wasn't quite prepared for it and quickly changed the subject.

"What happened to me? On the mission?" Naruto's hand tightened around her fingers, not in reassurance this time, and when she peeked at his face. His expression had turned stony.

"I told Granny I should have gone with you but she said I wasn't necessary." If he was trying to hide his bitterness in his voice, he wasn't doing a very good job of it. "You, Shino, Kiba, and Sakura were on a search and rescue mission for a couple of civilian hikers that got lost up in the mountains. You found them but you stumbled into a slaver ring and things got a little messy. One of the slavers had a pretty nasty earth jutsu that he tried to bury you guys in.

"Sakura said you would have been fine if one of the hikers hadn't been injured. You tried to save him but the jutsu swept you down a ravine where you got hurt."

"Is he-"

"The hiker is fine," Naruto assured, anticipating her worry with a little amusement. "You would worry about a nameless stranger before yourself," he scolded affectionately and Hinata ducked her head bashfully under his light teasing.

"How long will I take to heal?"

Naruto grimaced a little and shrugged uncertainly. "A while. You have three cracked ribs, one broken rib, a shattered femur… It's gonna take time. And with this amnesia, Tsunade's a little worried that other complications may show up."

Hinata nodded not entirely surprised. "Will I remain here the entire time?" Naruto seemed to realize he was still holding her hand and abruptly released it, leaning away and instead burying his hands in his pockets as be blushed lightly.

"That's, uh… one possibility." He wouldn't hold her gaze, his eyes darting away and then sneaking glances repeatedly. He shrugged his shoulders trying to be casual, but she could see right through him. "Or, you could, ya know… come home. With me." He looked nervous and anxious as he avoided her eyes, fiddling with something in his pocket.

Hinata took a moment to observe him. It was fascinating because she had never seen him act like this before: blushing and timid and nervous. Then the reality of what he'd said actually hit her. Go home. With Naruto. Heat flooded her face as she imagined it.

"Don't feel like you have to!" Naruto immediately told her, sounding more than a little embarrassed and panicked. "It's fine if you don't want to. I'm sure you could stay with Sakura or TenTen or Ino, or Kiba or Shino. Heck, Shikamaru or Choji would probably even take you if it was a problem."

"I'd like that." Her voice was small and she wondered for a moment if Naruto had even heard her and she felt she had to clarify. Trying to force her voice to a normal speaking level, with little success, she said, "Going home with you, I mean. I'd like that." He didn't answer for a moment and she worried that he hadn't heard her and she would have to gather all that courage again but then that beautiful smile that was bright enough to rival the sun, the one she loved, erupted across his face and he reached forward to take her hand again.

"Okay! As soon as Granny Tsunade clears you, we'll go home."

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She really was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Even with her body half broken, small clean cuts peppering her soft ivory skin, and a starchy bandage mussing her hair, Naruto couldn't take his eyes off of her.

She had fallen asleep a few hours ago. Her leg had begun to throb and the pain meds she'd taken had made her drowsy. He was reclined in the uncomfortable hospital chair beside her bed, simply observing her. Watching over her.

You'd think they'd make these damn chairs more comfortable, he grumbled to himself as he shifted briefly. It's almost like they don't even want visitors. Finally finding a comfortable position he hoped would last more than three minutes, Naruto's attention returned to his wife.

His fingers fiddled with her ring and absently he pulled it from his pocket and considered it. It was a simple ring, beautiful in its austerity. A single square diamond, framed on either side by two cobalt pearls set in a silver band with whirlpool motifs. Hinata had fallen in love with it the moment he had offered it to her.

The first thing he had done upon entering her room after her return from her mission had been to slip that ring back onto her finger. He regretted taking it off now, even if it had perhaps made things easier.

As the hours had trickled by he had waited for her to wake up and in an attempt to quail his boredom, he had tugged her ring off to play with it. He always had her ring with him when she was away and he had formed a habit of playing with it. He had finally fallen asleep with it still in his hand and then she had woken up and he couldn't think of a way to offer it to her again. It seemed like he would be asking too much.

His mind drifted to his conversation with Tsunade in the hallway.

After Hinata had asked for a bit of privacy during Tsunade's examination Naruto had stepped into the hall, only barely managing to wait until the door was closed behind him before allowing the panic welling inside of him to come out. He had paced nervously for several minutes, anxiously walking back and forth, staring at her door on each pass. When pacing had solved nothing he had forced himself to stand still against the wall, folding his arms tightly in an attempt to control himself. It hadn't lasted very long before he was away from the wall and tugging at his hair, his mind racing for an explanation. Trying to think of what he would do if Hinata really didn't remember him, them.

Tsunade had explained all she knew to him, her calming presence soothing his nerves a little. She was confident Hinata's amnesia was not permanent. With time, the excess pressure on her brain would ease and her memories would return. It was just waiting for that time that would be difficult.

Now as Naruto sat beside her, he wasn't entirely sure how to approach the situation. He knew he could be a little overwhelming at times. He didn't want to make Hinata uncomfortable, but he also didn't want her to leave his side. He craved her presence more than air! He could not describe the relief he had felt when she had agreed to go home with him.

He knew she still loved him. Her memories were jumbled but she had loved him for years. She would only be hesitant to leap into a strong developed relationship where she remembered no foundation. Naruto would have to tread very carefully if he was going to avoid upsetting her. But perhaps that was the solution.

He could start their relationship from the beginning again! Take her out on dates and slowly woo her. With a soft grin, Naruto settled into his chair and began planning their first date.

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It was a few days before Tsunade actually gave them the clear. Hinata's leg and ribs were healing well and Tsunade said as long as she was careful and remained on bed rest, she should be fine at home.

Naruto barely left her hospital room. He would stay with her when she was awake, talking about anything they could think of while carefully skirting around the issue of their relationship. When she fell asleep he would sneak out and go home to shower and get clean clothes before returning, usually before she woke and with something for her. He would bring her a favorite book or flowers to press or ramen so they could eat together.

The morning Hinata was released from the hospital Naruto was never more than two feet from her side. With the utmost care he helped her and Sakura navigate the painful transition from bed to wheelchair and then proudly wheeled her out of the room. He quickly handled what little paperwork was needed and then rolled her out into the bright sunshine.

As she was ushered through the village, Hinata took in everything around her. Despite what she had expected, not much had changed. Some shops had fresh coats of paint, some looked a little worse for wear than she remembered, but the smiling people hadn't changed at all. Naruto took her along the river, explaining it was her favorite place to walk. She couldn't remember any specific walks she had taken along the water but she did remember she loved to listen to the river as it rushed along. She decided it was better to let him babble than possibly embarrass him by trying to deny anything and before long she sat in her wheelchair as Naruto contemplated the stairs up to their apartment.

Hinata peeked over her shoulder at him as he leaned heavily against the handles of her wheelchair, a frown on his face. He nodded to himself before standing up straight and making a familiar hand sign.

"Shadow clones, it is." With a poof of smoke, a second Naruto stood beside them. The original stepped around to the front of Hinata and with more gentility than she ever would have thought possible of the hyperactive man and faster than she could really register events, lifted her into his arms. "Grab the chair, would ya?" he commanded his clone before turning and walking up the steps. He was so careful with her Hinata only felt a dull throb in her leg and ribs when he first picked her up. Her blush distracted her from the pain and with an arm wrapped tightly around his shoulders to help support her, Hinata buried her face in his jacket, if only so he couldn't see her flaming cheeks.

It wasn't until they were inside that curiosity gave her the courage to peek out from her hiding place. The apartment was small but clean and neat. Pictures hung on walls and decorated end tables in the hall and living room, but Naruto didn't give her a chance to catch much else. He quickly crossed to the back of the apartment and stepped into a bedroom dominated by a large, comfortable looking bed. As he settled her onto the sheets, his clone clambered through the door with her wheelchair before smirking at them, giving a lazy salute and popping.

Naruto pulled the covers over Hinata's legs, tucking her in and smiling nervously at her.

"Is this ok? Are you comfortable?"

Hinata felt her face flush but she nodded. "I'm fine." He was doing it again. Just watching her and the undivided attention made her embarrassingly fidgety. As she starred down at the comforter in her lap, her fingers twisting the seam, the reality of where exactly she was hit her full force. She was in Naruto's apartment. She was in Naruto's bed.

Our bed, she reminded herself, her face growing even hotter.

"Do you need anything? Food? Water? Something to read?" He seemed so anxious to serve her but the attention was a little overwhelming and she needed a minute to herself.

"Some water, please?" she asked timidly and Naruto practically ran out of the room to obey.

"Be right back!" he promised disappearing through the doorway.

She could feel her blush still glowing hotly in her face and looked around for a distraction. Her eyes caught a picture frame sitting on the nightstand on the other side of the bed. It was a column frame with several pictures arranged like a photo roll and Hinata's curiosity got the better of her. She couldn't look away. Unfortunately, the pictures did not help calm her blush.

It was a collection of selfies Naruto had taken. His arm extended off the right side of each picture, his bright smile in each of them.

The first picture accomplished the impossible by making Hinata's blush even worse. She was beginning to feel light headed with all of the blood rushing to her face, but she couldn't tear her eyes away. In the photo Naruto was smiling at the camera, a cocky smirk. The expression 'the cat who caught the canary' came to her mind. Hinata was also in the picture but only part of her face was visible. The two of them were close together, Hinata's face buried in Naruto's neck and she could see a bed sheet pulled high up her back. But not high enough to cover the fact that both of them were topless. As she looked closer at the first photo, Hinata could see that her little counterpart was heatedly kissing Naruto's neck.

Almost afraid to, Hinata's eyes lowered to the next picture, which could only have been taken moments later. Naruto was still smiling that bright, cocky smile but she was now looking to the camera with shock and surprise all over her face. In the next her cherry red face was buried in her hands, pressed against Naruto's bare shoulder and in the final shot Naruto was roaring with laughter and Hinata had disappeared under the sheet.

The fact that these photos existed spoke monumentally for Hinata's missing past. She was surprised that a situation had arisen to even allow those pictures to exist, let alone that she would let Naruto keep them beside their bed.

A sharp intake of breath finally managed to break Hinata's embarrassed fascination and she looked to the doorway to see Naruto standing stiffly, a glass of water in one hand. He quickly crossed the room and snatched up the picture frame, holding it behind his back, his ears tinted a light red.

"Sorry!" he blurted anxiously. "I forgot about it." Perhaps hoping to distract her, Naruto offered the glass of water. Out of habit more than anything, Hinata took the glass and tried to meet Naruto's eyes, her face still flaming.

"I let you keep that there?"

"Ahh…" Naruto hesitated, rubbing the back of his head with his now free hand. "You didn't really have much of a choice." He must have seen how confused she was because he hesitantly brought the frame out from behind his back, careful to not let her see it, and smiled softly down at the photos as he explained wistfully.

"These are my favorite pictures of us. I took them the morning after our wedding. I thought that was the happiest day of my life. It was the first time I'd woken up with you right there and I realized I would get that for the rest of my life and I was so happy, I wanted to remember it. I was wrong though." With that soft smile still on his face, Naruto looked up from the photos. "I thought that was the happiest day of my life, but every single day since then has been better than the last. So I wanted to keep these pictures, that mark the beginning of it all, where I could see them every single day.

"You tried to stop me. But it's my side of the bed and I can have whatever I want over here," he joked, laughing a little at his own ridiculous behavior. "Sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel weird. I forgot I'd left these out."

The way he phrased it made her curious. Had he hidden other things, other pieces of their life together, so that she would not be embarrassed or feel uncomfortable?

As she thought about it, she found she was upset by the idea. That wasn't what she wanted. True, she disliked awkward situations, but she didn't want Naruto walking on eggshells around her. That wasn't fair to either of them. And she wanted to know about their life together. She wanted to see pictures and hear stories and talk to him. She wanted to know how they had fallen in love.

All right, so she had always been in love with him. Maybe it was selfish but she wanted to know how he had fallen for her. She didn't want him changing his life, the way he did things, because he was afraid it would upset her. She wanted him to be happy. Denying a part of his life wouldn't make him happy, she knew. Gulping down her nerves, she spoke in a small voice.

"You don't have to put it away. The picture, I mean," she clarified when he cocked his head to the side, confused. "You can leave it there. And put back anything else you moved because of me."

He seemed hesitant. She could read the emotion in his eyes as if it were written in bold letters across his forehead. "Are you sure?" he asked cautiously. "I don't want to upset you. I know you don't remember asking for any of this."

Embarrassment washed over her and she couldn't hold his gaze. Just because she had never voiced her desires aloud didn't mean she hadn't wished to be in this place more times than she could count. "I still love you," she muttered quietly, her fingers playing with the edge of the comforter. "I may not remember how we got here, but I've loved you much longer than you've had feelings for me. It's just a little…surreal to wake up and have my wildest dreams right in front of me." Daringly, she peaked up at him through her lashes. He was watching her closely, the picture frame still held tightly in his hands as a soft fond smile played on his lips. "Don't change the way our life together has been just because you're afraid of upsetting me. Please."

He was watching her closely still, and a small chuckle bubbled up past his lips after a moment. He looked down to the frame in his hands and a thumb brushed against the glass gently.

"If you remembered everything you would take any chance you could get to make me put these pictures away." His blue eyes flashed up to hers again, filled with mischief. "But if you insist!" With a victorious flourish he fixed the picture back on his night stand. Hinata had the distinct feeling she would come to regret that decision when her memory began to return.

The rest of the day passed with only a small bit of awkwardness on Hinata's part. Naruto seemed to take her words to heart. He moved through the house naturally, as if caring for his injured wife was an everyday occurrence. Hinata hoped it wasn't.

He was back to that easy casualness he had displayed when she had first woken up in the hospital. He fluffed her pillows for her and made her food and answered any questions she had. After a briefly awkward moment with the shower, Hinata had asked to be taken out to the living room for a change of scenery. After Naruto had gently deposited her on the sofa she picked a movie, which he quickly started.

And before she knew what was happening, he was settling in beside her to watch it as well. As Naruto stretched out cross-wise on the couch and propped his head against her good leg Hinata took a moment to consider her situation.

She had always known it was a long shot, that she could maybe one day share a life with him but the past few days had been filled with such compassion and care from Naruto that Hinata almost didn't want to question how any of it had happened. Here was the life she had always dreamed of, literally settled in her lap. It almost seemed unwise to tempt fate by asking questions.

By any standard of propriety, Hinata should have been appalled by the casual familiarity Naruto shared with her. And ashamed by the fact that she wasn't at all ashamed. But every small gesture of affection and concern from him was so natural and effortless and, she thought just maybe, thoughtless, like to him this was just the way life was meant to be, she couldn't find it in herself to be embarrassed when he did something sweet.

Naruto laughed at something in the movie, drawing Hinata's attention outward and she watched him for a moment. He was captivated by the movie, but his smile was still present. That incredibly gorgeous smile she loved so much. His head still pressed into her leg and his arms were folded over his broad chest, while his long legs stretched over the far arm of the couch. Unable to resist, Hinata gently combed her fingers through his bright hair, drawing his attention.

He looked up at her, an open expression on his face although the undertones of his smile were still present.

"What's up? Everything ok?" he asked, now entirely focused on her. A warm rightness grew in Hinata's chest and she smiled down at him, a bit shyly.

"I'm fine," she told him, offering a small smile, which he returned tenfold. As he returned to the movie a weight seemed to lift off of Hinata's shoulders. She may not remember everything, but she was supposed to be here. Whatever unexpected twists and turns her life had taken didn't matter if it meant they had led her to this moment. Even if her memories never returned, she would be ok. Naruto would look after her, and if she was beside him, she would never fail.

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Sheesh! This one kicked my trash! Obviously it is a similar theme to TPWW, with a slight twist. Again I say, this has nothing to do with the universe I have been creating in TPWW and Sparks. It was simply the attempt at fulfilling a request with an interesting prompt.

Quite a few of you have asked me to make this longer than two chapters, but it was never meant to be a full-blown story. There is no plot, there is no mystical mumbo jumbo explanation for Hinata's amnesia. I hope you guys enjoyed it! Let me know! You all know how I love to hear what you think! Please, don't hesitate to give me good and bad points, I know this one has many bad spots. Also, don't hesitate to let me know what you would like to see, and I'll do my best to deliver.

Also, has anyone read the Queen's Thief Series by Megan Whalen Turner? I reread them while I was sick and was reminded how much I absolutely freaking love those books! Seriously, they are so incredible but I need more and there is no more and there is no fandom so I'm just here, alone with my feels. If you have read them, please, message me and talk about them with me. If you haven't, go read them and then message me and talk about them with me! They are so incredible and they need a fandom and I need help!

As always, my dears, Happy reading!

Tenneyshoes