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impactedfates · 6 months

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Okay I have this idea but yes yes anyway [might be long I'm so sorry]

So basically Wanderer practically joined Traveller to journey out to the last 3 regions of Teyvat. But but bUUUUT right now they're at Fontaine and doing some stuff [aka the current available quests]

Once he and the Traveller are taking a massive break over things, him checking out some places to hang out when he saw someone— another puppet, basically

When he approached them, surprise its his younger sibling [aka reader], and they still remember him despite the Irminsul incident one region ago

How would the interaction go from there? I want moar genshin-sibling-platonicness help

— 🫶🏻 Anon with another gift! A Neuvilette An otter with some things! 🦦🐚🪸🪷

A/N: THAT'S SUCH A CREATIVE IDEA ACTUALLY ANOIFENI. More genshin sibling platonic storys yes >:D AND THANK YOU FOR THE MINI NEUVI

W.C: 1237

Genre/Trope: Platonic + Familial

Format: Fic

Warnings: None (I think?)

Extra: Traveller Lumine because she needs more love, also I prefer Traveller Lumine ngl // Scaras a mean but caring older brother // Reader is a young adult // Sorry if this wasn't as long as you hoped, I haven't done any of the side quests in Fontaine :sob: willing to write a pt 2 though // I did not proof read this, I relied solely on my proofreader

Just Like Me - Platonic Scaramouche x Sibling! Reader

“Ahhh…it feels so good to relax”

Lumine sighed tiredly as she plopped herself on a bench. Scaramouche raised an eyebrow at the blonde and rolled his eyes as he stared at the traveller practically melting onto the bench. Paimon doing the same.

“You two are tired already? It’s only 12pm”

“AND we’ve been doing commissions and helping others since MIDNIGHT”

Lumine countered, now laying atop of the bench like it was the most comfiest bed in the world, Paimon nodded in agreement, going to fly over and lay down too but was knocked back a bit by Lumine.

“Go away Paimon…all you did was float around…”

“Hey!! Paimon makes great emotional support”

And all Lumine could respond with was a tired yet sarcastic ‘sure you are’. Scara watched the scene unfold in front of him and shook his head a bit. Perhaps it was because he was a puppet and didn’t get tired as fast as regular humans, but he wanted to continue their mission in Fontaine before they went to the next 2 nations.

He sat on the ground next to the blonde and after half an hour he was bored once again. Groaning a bit as he tipped his head back.

“When are we continuing our little ‘adventure’?”

“If you’re so up for it, you can go explore…look for people to help or ideally…a place to better relax and/or a place to dump Paimon”

“Hey! What’s with you and leaving me alone”

Scara shook his head as the two travelling companions began to playfully bicker, deciding to take the proposal Lumine suggested, he stood up again and began walking around Fontaine for a place to hang out or just someone in trouble. If he’d actually help them? He didn’t know either.

“GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME”

Scara covered his ears at the sudden loud screech, turning to the source of the sound, he saw someone being cornered by some guys, eyes narrowing a bit he quietly walked over.

“Just give us the mora, and we’ll be on our way”

“I’ve told you, I don’t have it. Nor do I have any debt to even be paid”

“Debt or not, we want the money”

Scara rolled his eyes, classical treasure hoarders. Using his vision he floated above them and slashed some anemo at them, pushing them to the ground. The person he saved looked up and tilted their head.

The treasure hoarders attempted to get up but the person quickly slashed them down with geo, knocking them fully unconscious.

“If you had a vision yourself, you should’ve used it”

Scara said, floating down and crossing his arms at the person who just shrugged.

“I was going too, until you came here. Are you a god or something?”

“Ha, could’ve been if my mom hadn’t betrayed me”

He mumbled under his breath, earning a confused look as the person didn’t know what he said. Quickly coughing into a fist he extended his hand.

“You can call me Wanderer, nice to meet you”

“Oh right, I’m [Name]”

They replied, a bit hesitant, taking his hand and shaking it. A bit quickly realising that the hand they shook didn’t feel the same as the others. And as creepy as it sounds, a puppet's hand is quite different to a human's hand.

Puppet?

Both Scara and [Name] looked at eachother, realising that well, both their hands felt like a puppets one.

“A puppet?”

“Seems so, wow I never met another puppet before”

“Don’t get used to it”

[Name] laughed a bit, before eyeing Scara up and down. Something about him felt familiar…perhaps too familiar. Before long they were pretty much staring and Scara was glaring at them as no words had been spoken during this time.

“Ah, sorry…but…Kuni?”

“...What?”

Scaras eyes widened at the name before narrowing again.

“How do you know that name?”

“My mom told me about Kunikuzushi or well…Kuni…he’s my older brother…well I see him as well, I’m not sure what my mom thinks”

“Older…brother…? Wait wait…you’re telling me your mother is Raiden Ei AND that you remember that?”

“Yes and yes…why is there a problem?”

Scara shook his head, this was quite the surprise for him. He had a younger sibling and they remembered him? Or the stories anyways. Thinking for a bit he decided to explain to [Name] about the incident with the ____ Tree.

Before long, he was walking them back to where he last left Lumine.

“Wow, so you erased yourself from this tree and now history has forgotten about you? Like you never existed”

“For the nth time…y e s”

“Sorry not sorry. But that’s just so cool”

[Name] explained, laughing a bit at their brother's tired look from explaining why he’s been pretty much deleted from history. Lumine was up by now and no longer bickering with Paimon, rather she was talking to someone with a smile. A smile that both Scara and [Name] recognised as a fake one.

“I’ll get right on that…yes yes bye”

Traveller waved off the Fontainian and as soon as they were out of sight their smiles dropped and buried their heads in their heads, proceeding to silently scream in them as Paimon attempted to comfort her.

“What have I told you about accepting everyone's request”

“...Not to do it”

“And you did it anyways”

Scara sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose but he had no bad feelings towards Lumine. He knew it could be hard to refuse after being known as such a helpful adventurer.

“Oh! It’s the famous traveller! Hello!”

A voice called out, Lumine turned her head to look at Scara and noticed [Name] raising a brow. Before either Lumine or Paimon could answer, Scara quickly explained.

“Wow so…Ei really made a 3rd puppet?”

“I believe they’re older then the Shogun puppet Paimon”

Lumine answered before turning back to [Name], holding her hand out for them to shake which they happily did. Scara rolled his eyes a bit at the interaction but shrugged it off. Not like it’s bad or anything.

“Hey! Since you two seem to want to hang out together, how about you join the commission Traveller just got?”

“Oh! That would be ni-”

“No”

Scara interrupted, coughing into his fist before looking at [Name] who stared back with a slight pout and a raised brow. Lumine and Paimon sighed a bit, they both internally knew that this was going to be awhile.

And it was! The pair had to listen to the two of them argue about [Name] joining the commission, and as harsh as Scaras words were to try to dissuade [Name] to join, Lumine could tell he just wanted to keep them safe. Unfortunately for Scara, he had been following Lumine to the commission area so…whether he liked it or not, looks like [Name] is joining.

He simply grumbled under his breath as he reluctantly grabbed his siblings arm and began dragging them around as Lumine started the commissions. If he couldn’t stop them from joining, the least he could do was protect them right?

That’s what siblings are for…and they’re also for

“THAT WAS MY SWEET MADAM [NAME]”

“NOT ANYMORE”

They’re also there to have silly arguments with after a long day of commissions, reminding both Paimon and Lumine what they must look like when they argue. Lumine simply laughed at their antics as she sipped her drink. (You wish that was you huh?)

If you want a pt 2 where I probably (hopefully) write Scara and [Name]s sibling dynamic better, please comment! I'll make one as soon as I finish my current requests :>>

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giorno-plays-piano · 8 months

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Metamorph

Part I

Pairing: art teacher!Aemond Targaryen x reader (Horror AU)

Warnings: dark!Aemond, obsessive behavior, murder, horror, yandere, kidnapping, misanthropy, general creepy stuff.

Words: 1.5k

Summary: Drawn to the artworks of one of the most esteemed artists in the city, you wish to learn from him and find out what inspires him to create his masterpieces. You have no idea how much his secrets will cost you.

P.S. Unhinged Aemond, my dear Ewan nation! No physical harm done to the heroine, though.

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"Are you ready?" He asks you calmly, but you can see his impatience, the way he restlessly looks at you and back at the door leading to one of the smaller studios he always keeps locked at all times. Aemond can't wait to show you something, some other paintings of his he prefers to hide from others, and you feel both intrigued and disturbed by what you will find.

He is a genius, no doubt. One of the best artists of the century, the critics say, and while your city literally consists of art studios and galleries, people speak of Aemond Targaryen with a weird reverence, and his name is constantly on the ear.

His drawings caught your attention the moment you saw them online, mindlessly looking through your feed. It was hard to explain what exactly made you stop and look at them - even after months of attending his course you still couldn't quite put your finger on it - but you saved the pictures, printed them out, and then was staring at them hanging from the wall for days like you had been hypnotized. The ones you stumbled upon first depicted all sorts of buildings, always only in black and white, overgrown with... something. Flowers, vines, some greenery that looked like flesh and bones, painted in vivid red, of course. It was sort of scary... but also sort of not. It was a work of art, not some background picture from a cheap horror movie. The architecture he chose, they way he drew it as if he was recording his own perception onto the paper, each stroke written with his style, perhaps his very soul embedded in it... It was impossible to describe it with words. One had to see it to understand.

So, you had visited a gallery where his works had been exhibited, and since then you were fully supportive of city's infatuation with Aemond Targaryen. There was no way you could stay indifferent to his art, especially considering your own desperate attempts to get better at drawing.

How could he be so expressive while mostly using just black, white and red paint? Most of the time, he wasn't even painting but drawing, making sketches, that sort of thing. And yet you were obsessively saving and printing all of his artworks you were able to spot online. Some you hang on the walls of your apartment, some - the ones that made you held your breath - you kept in a drawer like you were a dragon guarding your treasure chest. One time when your mom accidentally spotted them you literally wanted to fall through the floor. It was... too intimate for sharing with anyone. Despite the paintings and drawings showcased openly in the galleries for everyone to see, they felt like they were your great secret, your own hoard, too precious to even talk about it, less let people see printed artworks you kept hidden in the bottom drawer of your cabinet.

Who was he, the man who brought these breathtaking paintings to life, you had often wondered. How had he done it? How did he make the red paint so vivid, so expressive and yet not vulgar? How could he lay strokes with such precision, but not the same way most artists did? How did he build his compositions that they felt real and surreal at the same time? What sort of magic was that? Everyone around joked he must have sold his soul to the Devil.

When you saw Aemond for the first time, you thought the same thing because he scared the Hell out of you. First, he wore an eyepatch and had a long, ugly scar crossing half of his face. An incident from his childhood, someone whispered to you. Someone had stabbed him in the eye.

This felt disturbing and surreal, too. Stabbed a child in the eye? What the Hell? Wasn't he from some wealthy, upper-class sort of family?

Perhaps, it was one of the reasons why Aemond seemed so sullen and chilly, his only presence making the temperature in the room drop a couple degrees. Despite his obvious attractiveness, it felt like he was an alligator waiting in front of a crowd of stupid bunnies who came to admire his teeth. Didn't help he was dressed in all black, and both his skin and hair were alarmingly white like he wasn't really a human being.

A stupid suggestion, really.

He'd been through some serious shit, someone kept murmuring you in the ear as you stared at the artist, open-mouthed and frozen in place. His dad was really wealthy, but rumors had it he didn't really care about him or his siblings, and his mother was constantly on antidepressants. Then the incident with the eye-stabbing happened, but it was still shrouded in mystery even with journalists trying to dig up the truth for years. After he grew up, Aemond went to study business and started working under his grandfather. Rumours had it he made some crazy money but started hating his life, ended up having serious issues with drinking, and at one point, he suddenly left everything and disappeared.

Whatever happened then was a mystery, too, and the artists never spoke about it in any of his interviews expect for saying that drawing has saved him. Although nothing suggests he is a former alcoholic and had once been homeless thanks to the immaculate way he dresses, you thought there was something in his face that made you wonder if he actually got better. Aemond seemed... very hostile.

But he'a an artist, too, and you've found all of them weird in one way or the other.

Of course, despite the fact that you've been drawing for years, you've never thought yourself an artist. No, no, you just enjoy it as a hobby, and you're nowhere near people like Aemond Targaryen.

But when you heard he opened a drawing course for the general public, you were so frantic about getting in you swore to yourself, regardless how much it costs, you would get in. Even if you wouldn't be eating for the next few years.

Seriously, it was Aemond freaking Targaryen you were talking about. A literal King! He had been the talk of a month even in the capital thanks to his recent dragon paintings collection that was sold in an auction for a ridiculous sum of money. So what if he's scary and had this chilling-to-the-bone stare? Most successful people you knew seemed at least a little frightening. Besides, if anything, you could just drop out of class.

But if you were brave enough to apply, you could have a chance to actually see him at work.

How did his studio look? What sort of routine did he have? What kind of paint and pencils did he use? How had he gotten that amazing crimson color you were trying to replicate for months without any success? What did he use for inspiration?

Clearly, you just couldn't let this opportunity slip away. You had to try to get in.

Surprisingly, the course wasn't even that expensive, sold at nearly the same price as most other art courses as if Aemond was just like any other artist in the city. The problem laid in his way of choosing the students: he requested to see the artworks of applicants to determine whether he'd take them or not.

It nearly put a stop to the whole thing because you were terrified of him seeing your drawings. What would he think about an amateur like you? How could you even dream about coming to him instead of improving your technique first with some other, way less known artists? He was Aemond Targaryen, for God's sake.

But you knew he might never take other students again. He might even move to the capital that would give him much more than your city ever could. What if he just disappeared? It could have been your only chance to see him work.

When he accepted you along with 9 other students out of more than two hundred participants, you thought you were dreaming. How? Why would he? You were far from professional. Goodness, you weren't even planning on becoming a true artist, and it felt like you were cheating on people who did. So, how could he take you, knowing that?

Not that you were going to drop out before the start of the course. Over your dead body. You literally spent the entire week shopping for new materials even though you knew he would give you suggestions later. But how could you show him your pencils and brushes that looked like your dog chewed, ate, and then threw them back up? You'd rather jump from the roof.

___________

Alas, on the first day of the course, you stood there among other students, holding your breath as you watched the door of the studio open. Aemond Targaryen was going to teach you his art.

Part II

Tags: @heavenly1927 @yazzzmints @devils-blackrose @lost-and-founds @kennafild

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen #aemond #aemond x reader #ewan nation #hotd #house of the dragon #the house of the dragon #yandere

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mxliv-oftheendless · 3 months

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Lord of the Rings Characters as Studio Ghibli Characters

Because my mom and I just watched all the Lord of the Rings and Hobbit movies and I am also obsessed with Studio Ghibli, I thought this would be fun! So here we go!

Frodo – Nausicäa (Nausicäa of the Valley of the Wind

Both simply want to protect and save their homes (Frodo with the Shire and Nausicäa with the Valley), and although they can fight, they consistently choose not to, and choose to be kind instead.

Sam – Pazu (Castle in the Sky)

Both have similar arcs! They have a friend they are ride or die for, but when the friend sends them away, they have to make a choice to go home or go back for their friend anyway—and they choose to have courage and go back.

Merry – Kiki (Kiki’s Delivery Service)

(Merry was kinda hard ngl) I think he and Kiki have growing up in common. They learn the hard way that life isn’t how they thought it was or would be, whether by being thrust into a dangerous quest or going off to grow up alone; and although this sobers them up a bit, they never lose their optimism and instead figure out what they can do to keep their heads up.

Pippin – Chihiro (Spirited Away)

Like Merry, Pippin was thrust into the whole Quest unexpectedly, as was Chihiro (and yes I’m aware Pippin knew a little bit in the books but bear with me). But both have a common goal of helping others (for Pippin it’s Frodo, and for Chihiro it’s her parents), and maybe they don’t know exactly what they’re doing, but they survived their journeys.

Gandalf – Zeniba (Spirited Away)

Zeniba is just as powerful as her twin Yubaba, but rather than use her power for greedy purposes, Zeniba chose to live a quiet, simple life in the forest. Similarly, Gandalf is one of the Maiar—an all-powerful wizard who consistently implies he could decimate everyone in his way. And yet, he interacts with people, he loves hobbits, he uses his power to entertain and delight people; he consistently chooses a simple life.

Aragorn – Howl (Howl’s Moving Castle)

Both run from something—Howl from any supposed “national responsibility” and Aragorn from his family history. But both come into themselves and both find a reason to fight. Although I think Aragorn is FAR less concerned about his appearance lol

Legolas – Haku (Spirited Away)

Legolas was also hard, but I went based on vibes and Haku fit those vibes. They’re both beings that have a strong connection to nature, Haku being a river spirit and Legolas being a Wood Elf.

Gimli – Dola (Castle in the Sky)

Gimli and Dola both appear gruff and crude at first, insensitive and not caring about anything except their goals. But as time goes on, it is revealed they are very caring people who love their friends and families, and they’re actually pretty soft inside after all. And both have a love for treasure!

Boromir – Ashitaka (Princess Mononoke)

Both Ashitaka and Boromir have a lot going on—Ashitaka obviously has his curse that’s eating away at him and has to spend the entire movie contemplating his own imminent death, and Boromir has the weight of his father’s expectations and the desire to defend Gondor and save his people. But they are both very noble people who try to do the right thing even if they may not know what exactly the right thing is, and at the very end they stick to their morals and end their films with honor.

That’s all for now! I may do a part 2!

#lord of the rings #studio ghibli #frodo baggins #samwise gamgee #merry brandybuck #pippin took #gandalf #gandalf the grey #aragorn #legolas #gimli son of gloin #boromir #nausicaä of the valley of the wind #castle in the sky #kiki's delivery service #spirited away #howl’s moving castle #princess mononoke

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onceuponaoneshotfanfic · 2 months

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We Were Born to Be National Treasures

I'll Write Your Name Chapter 5

Roy Kent x Latina!Popstar!Reader

5.2k words

Warnings: Language, mentions of alcohol, lots of exposition, Roy is kind of a dummy

See if you can spot a little reference to @agentstarkid and her lovely story The Joker & The Queen!

The night before the fundraiser, Roy found himself again at the Crown and Anchor, throwing darts under the watchful eye of Mae and the patrons of the pub. He was hyper aware of his own behavior, noting every little touch and smile exchanged. He pondered how rehearsed her flirtatious actions were, wondering how she acted on real dates with real boyfriends. Did she smirk at them the way she did at Roy when his dart missed the target? Did she touch their arm when she giggled at their lame stories, the way she did after Roy told her all about the stupid things his players had done? Did she playfully steal sips of their beer when hers was empty, leaving little red lipstick stains on the rim? Did she always act this way, or was this all for the benefit of the camera phones snapping pictures in the corner of the pub?

Maybe Keeley was right, Roy thought as he contemplated the lipstick mark on his pint. Maybe he just needed to get that first kiss done and over with-

“-and Isaac and Colin,” his companion was saying, completely unaware of Roy’s distracted overthinking. “Oh, and Jamie said something about singing that ‘I’m Too Sexy’ song. That should be pretty fun,” she snickered. She tossed another dart, landing just outside the bullseye. “I think he should sing towards the end of the night, once he’s completely plastered. There’s a good chance his shirt might even come off. What d’you think?”

Roy frowned and picked up another dart, twirling it between his fingers. “You talked to Jamie?” he said simply, eyebrows furrowed.

She nodded and picked up his beer, stealing another sip. “At dinner the other night, when I invited the guys to the party. You were right next to me Kent,” she sighed.

Oh. Right. Roy had been at her side; but Keeley had been across from him, so he barely heard a word of the guys’ excitement at being invited to the fundraiser.

Instead of admitting that he hadn’t paid attention, Roy simply nodded and prepared to throw his dart. “Right,” he mumbled; his dart landed embarrassingly far from the center. “Well, if I’m your date to this thing, I guess it’d be nice to know what you’re raising funds for. What’s your nonprofit do?”

She kept her eyes coolly on the dartboard as she blew some hair out of her face, preparing to take her turn. “So, I told you my parents are from Mexico, right?” Roy’s grunt let her know he remembered. “Well, my mom was a little girl when her family came, and my dad was a teenager by himself. They both worked so hard to learn English, and they wanted us to have the benefits of both languages.” She smiled- a large, glowing smile- and threw her dart, hitting the target. “So, we read a lot. Played Scrabble and other word games. Watched movies in both languages. But my favorite thing they did was fill our house with music. In both languages.”

“Hence your career,” Roy teased, collecting the darts.

“Exactly,” she chuckled as she accepted a dart from him. “They just really wanted us to have a deep appreciation for both English and Spanish. That’s what inspired the Cicada Foundation. We support literacy programs, particularly for immigrants, we donate books to schools and libraries in need, we raise awareness about literacy challenges. I’m always looking for new things to contribute to.” She again stole a sip of Roy’s beer, too engrossed in gushing to notice the way he was watching her. “Like I really want to look into starting a scholarship program and grants for classrooms.” She stopped, finally looking at Roy. “So… that’s what we do.”

Roy nodded, processing what he’d just heard. “And why the fuck did you name it the Cicada Foundation?” Shit, he hoped that didn’t come off as rude as it sounded; he really needed to work on his tone.

Her lingering grin assured him he was fine. “Well, one of the singers they used to play a lot of was Linda Ronstadt,” she explained slowly, waving as Mae brought them another round. “She was… something. She sang country, rock, anything. And she sang in Spanish, too. She had this great album of all mariachi music that we used to play all the time. And my dad’s favorite was called ‘La Cigarra’, which means ‘The Cicada’.” She sipped her pint, eyes never leaving Roy’s. “She’s kind of my hero.” Suddenly, she cleared her throat, focusing back on the dartboard. “Sorry. That’s probably more than you wanted to hear.

Roy shook his head. “No, no,” he quickly assured her. “It’s actually fucking interesting, trust me.” He paused, the wheels in his mind turning. “My ticket. For this thing tomorrow. How much is it?”

Now it was her turn to shake her head. “You’re my guest,” she murmured. “You don’t need to pay shit.”

“But it’s for your charity.”

The chuckle she let out was awkward, something he hadn’t seen on her yet. “My boyfriends don’t pay for their ticket.” After a moment, she quickly added. “Like I said, you’re my guest. You’re good.”

Roy’s frown hardened. “Fine. Just let me know where to send my check, then. You can at least let me make a fucking donation.” Something in her face trembled, earning a sigh from Roy. “What’d I do wrong now?”

“Nothing.” She let out a small laugh and picked up a new dart. “I just… I don’t think any of my real boyfriends ever made a donation.” She looked up at Roy with the tiniest of smiles, one tinted by a hint of sadness. “But thank you, Kent. That’s very nice of you.”

“Yeah,” Roy mumbled, trying to focus his attention back on their dart game. “Anyone ever tell you that you’ve got shit taste in men by the way?”

Her laugh was wry and full; Roy kind of liked it. “Only all my Instagram followers.”

“Yeah, well.” Roy smirked at her, fully aware of the phones pointed in their direction. “Guess I’ll have to prove them wrong.”

I glanced across the backseat at Roy. As if they expected us to do otherwise, both Keeley and Lanie had explicitly instructed us to arrive together; to be fair to them, I wouldn’t put it past us to try taking separate cars. Instead, we sat next to each other in the back of the luxury car.

As if he could feel my gaze, his eyes met mine, looking just as tense as I felt. “Oi,” he grunted quietly. “Can I ask something?”

“Sure.”

I must have imagined his eyes flickering to my mouth for a fraction of a second. “This being our… debut-” He rolled his eyes at the word Keeley and Lanie kept using. “-d’you think we’ve got to… you fucking know.”

This time, there was no doubt where his eyes landed.

“Oh.”

Shit, shit, shit. Of all the things I’d thought about with this fake relationship, how had I not planned on kissing Roy Kent? Really kissing him? Not that casual, flirty, on-the-cheek thing I’d been doing, but a real lip lock, the kind a woman silly with love would readily give a man like him, with his leather jacket and brown eyes. And for whatever ridiculous reason, my face was burning at the idea.

“Guess we’ll have to,” I mumbled, eying the driver; even with the partition up, I was wary of being overheard.

Roy nodded, clearing his throat gruffly. “D’you think… our first time should be in… public?” His eyes met mine in a flash. “Or… not?”

It was clear what he was asking, just as it was clear that he wasn’t asking out of any sort of desire or attraction. He was asking out of professionalism, the same professionalism that I clung to just as much. It was that professionalism that kept me from rolling my eyes at how incredibly lame we both sounded, whispering about kissing in the back of a car, as though we were teenagers being driven to a dance by a parent.

“Not’s probably better,” I murmured, fighting the urge to stare at his expletive-loving mouth. “Just in case it’s… weird.”

“Yeah.” Roy leaned towards me, brown eyes not bothering to stay trained on mine. “It’ll probably be fucking weird.”

I closed my eyes, preparing myself for what I knew would be the first of many awkward moments tonight-

The car jerked to a stop; we’d arrived at the venue, and I wasn’t sure if I was relieved or annoyed to be interrupted.

Roy definitely looked annoyed as he leaned back, shifting his gaze away from me. “Well,” he coughed, rolling his eyes. “Let’s fucking go, then.” With one of those heaving sighs, he opened his door and stepped out; immediately I could hear shouts and cheers. There was a look of unease in his eyes, underneath all that harshness, as he reached back into the car, extending his hand to me. “Ready?”

Rather than answer with words, I simply took his hand and allowed him to help me out of the car, plastering on my best smile as I was almost immediately blinded by the flashing lights of cameras. Roy gave a small nod, offering to let me take the lead. Keeley had warned me; apparently Roy hated this kind of thing. Part of the reason she wanted him to ‘date’ me, she had explained, was to improve his abilities in front of the cameras.

I could practically feel his awkwardness radiating off of him as we paused in front of the crowd of photographers. When I glanced up at him, I saw him staring straight ahead with the stoniest expression I’d seen yet. So much for looking like a man in love.

“Oi, Kent,” I hissed. He glanced down at me, thick eyebrow raised, as though his frown could hide the unease in his eyes. “Focus on me,” I whispered.

He furrowed his brows. “What?”

“Focus on me,” I repeated, offering a small smile. “You’re supposed to be in love with me, remember? You can look at me instead of them. Everyone will just think you’re smitten as hell.” I let go of his hand in favor of wrapping my arm around his waist. “Sound good?”

His body almost immediately softened against mine as his own hand found my lower back. “Yeah. Sounds like a plan.”

As soon as we stepped in front of the cameras, we were mobbed with shouts of our names and a bombardment of questions. Everything from how we met, to how long we’d been together, to whether I’d written anything about Roy yet. I simply gave my brightest smile, the one I’d worked years on perfecting, and posed with Roy at my side. When I glanced up, sure enough, Roy was gazing down at me, the tiniest hint of a smile on his face.

“You’re a fucking natural at this shit,” he mumbled in my ear. “How the hell d’you do it?”

I chuckled, pretending he’d said something funny; these photos would actually be kind of cute, I realized. “You learn to stop caring,” I answered, hoping my expression was affectionate enough. “They’re going to see what they want to see, so you might as well let go and just have fun.”

Roy’s smile grew as we continued down the carpet. “And here I thought you had trained for years to do this kind of thing.”

“Trust me,” I answered, offering a wave to the cameras. “I’ve been doing this since I was eighteen. I have trained for years for this.”

Roy frowned as he stood at the edge of the carpet, watching her giggle with reporters and smile for photographers. After posing for a few photos together, she released him to go wait at the end of the carpet so she could have some solo time to gush about her foundation and the event. Well, she’d actually encouraged him to head on inside and told him not to worry about waiting for her, but he couldn’t help but watch her. Her ease with the cameras in her face, her amiability in response to questions that were more about her private life than her fundraising efforts, even the way she shot smiles in his direction, knowing that every camera was catching the supposedly natural way she beamed at him.

She was good at this, this game. Maybe she really was cleverer than Roy gave her credit for.

“You waited for me,” she teased once she reached him, eyebrows raised. “Would’ve thought you’d already be at the bar with a drink in your hand.”

“Gotta be the doting boyfriend, right?” he replied, wrapping his arm casually around her shoulder, the way he used to do when walking around Nelson Road with Keeley. “Doing the job.”

She nodded as they entered the venue. “Doing the job,” she repeated.

The venue- a club- was exactly the kind of thing Roy hated: dark, crowded, loud. Instinctively, he tightened his grasp on her shoulder, as if she’d keep him anchored. If she minded, she didn’t show it; instead, she nudged him with her hip and nodded towards the bar.

“Let’s get you a drink,” she called over the music.

Roy couldn’t help watching the way she maneuvered around the crowd; despite having an obvious target in mind, she still managed to greet people, flashing smiles that looked genuine, as if she was truly happy to see people who’d paid a ridiculous amount of money for the opportunity to sing off-key with one of the most popular singers in the world. Fucking hell, she was sure of herself- or at least knew how to act like she was. Maybe he really could learn a thing or two from this woman.

They had barely approached the bar when the bartender was asking for their order; of course she never had to wait for a bartender, Roy thought to himself. She quickly called out drink orders: Roy’s usual beer, and something fruity for herself. Before Roy could thank her for remembering his beer, she lit up at someone over his shoulder.

“Hey you guys!” she squealed.

A gorgeous couple breezed past Roy to hug her; Roy stared at them, wondering where he knew their faces from. After being doted on by the couple, she turned to smile at Roy, that same smile she always had for him when other people were around.

“Roy, these are my dear friends Becky and Ricky.” She wrapped her arm around Roy’s middle, giving a playful squeeze. “This is Roy,” she giggled.

Becky and Ricky. Oh. Okay, Roy knew them now. She was an actress, from Paraguay if he remembered correctly, and he was a professional racer. They were regularly on the cover of tabloids, always for how ‘relatable’ they were and never for drama. And, apparently, for being best friends with her.

“Nice to meet you guys,” Roy managed, shaking Ricky’s hand.

“Great to finally meet you,” Becky giggled. “You and our girl have made quite a splash, you know that?” She offered a friendly wink. “It looks like you make her happy so far, so we’ll forgive her for not telling us about you right away.”

A now-familiar chuckle reached Roy’s ears. “Yeah, yeah,” his ‘girlfriend’ said. “Like you told me about Rick right away.” She beamed up at Roy, the picture of a woman in love. “I think I see some Greyhounds. Should we go say hi before I have to go onstage?”

Roy grumbled something agreeable before waving to the power couple, who promised to chat more later. “They seem nice,” he muttered, taking her hand as she led him across the club.

“They’re the absolute best,” she assured him. “Becky was honestly kind of pissed that I didn’t tell her about you sooner. I usually tell her about guys right away but… you know.”

“Yeah.” Roy cleared his throat as Jamie waved excitedly at them. “Alright, let’s get this over with.”

After she greeted the Greyhounds with hugs and kisses on cheeks, she turned to Roy, touching his hand gently. “I have to head onstage,” she explained in his ear, her breath warm and tickling. “But enjoy yourself, alright, Kent? I’ll check in with you in a bit.” She kissed his cheek, lingering for a moment before walking away. It seemed so natural when she did it; damn, he’d have to ask her for advice on this whole acting thing, because she was pretty fucking good.

He stood beside Jamie- who was chattering animatedly in the ear of her assistant, April- and watched as she took the stage. She gushed over the guests, thanking them for coming and supporting the Cicada Foundation, explaining how special it was to her. She managed to find Roy’s eyes in the crowd and blew him a kiss, prompting shouts and whistles from his team; he managed to make himself smile back, his ears burning at the attention.

“Alright,” she announced to the crowd. “Let’s get this party started!” With a nod to the DJ, an upbeat tune filled the club.

“‘Material Girl’, that’s a fun one!” Keeley had appeared at Roy’s side, beaming up at the manager. “She looks great up there, doesn’t she?”

Roy gazed down at Keeley, the tension in his shoulders disappearing at once. “Yeah, great.” He cleared his throat. “Didn’t know you were coming.”

Keeley nodded, her eyes back on the singer. “She invited me. She’s real sweet, yeah? Plus, it probably looks good on her, being friendly with your ex. Especially with the stuff going down with her last boyfriend.” She glanced back at Roy. “She’s a smart one, your girlfriend.”

“Please don’t call her that,” Roy mumbled, clutching his beer and forcing himself to look up at the stage. “It’s fucking weird.”

All Keeley did was giggle and nudge Roy. “Yeah, yeah. Just watch your girlfriend, Kent.”

And so Roy did. He watched her move her hips and smile into the microphone and interact with the crowd. He watched her jump around, reminding him of the way Phoebe danced around… to, well, her music. She looked happy, free. It was almost enough to have him looking forward to watching her on her anticipated tour.

Almost.

It was utterly bizarre, hanging out with Roy like this. Yes, we’d had a few “dates”, mostly in parks or at the Crown and Anchor. Sure, we sat next to each other when grabbing a bite with the Greyhounds after a match. And yeah, we’d had exactly one sleepover that somehow didn’t involve any arguments.

But this was different. We were officially “boyfriend-girlfriend”, and we were definitely acting like it. He kept a firm grip on me no matter where in the club we went, and any time he spoke to me, it was a whisper in my ear, even if all he was doing was mumbling a question about where the restrooms were. Of course, I made sure to do my part, giggling over him and kissing his scruff adoringly.

Honestly, it was kind of sickening how sweet we were. Was this really what I looked like when I was genuinely in love with a guy? If so, I owed every single one of my friends an apology for subjecting them to such nauseating displays.

“Alright, my turn’s coming up,” Roy announced in the middle of a conversation with Jamie and April, who’d spent nearly the whole night by each other’s side. He handed me his beer and planted a kiss to the top of my head. “Don’t you fucking dare record this,” he growled.

“Don’t need to,” I answered, taking a swig of his drink. “Livestream, remember?”

Roy rolled his eyes and disappeared, leaving me with a smirking April.

“You two seem to be having fun,” she said, her voice full of teasing. “You look very natural together.”

My gaze shifted to Jamie for a brief moment before I narrowed my eyes at her. “Of course we do,” I hissed pointedly. “We’ve been seeing each other for nearly a month now. I would think we’d be comfortable together.”

Suddenly interested in the conversation, Jamie leaned forward. “You make a handsome couple,” he called over his other coach, Beard, finishing up a rendition of a David Bowie song. “Swear, I don’t remember the last time I saw Grandad look at someone the way he looks at you. And you should’ve heard him when he thought I was interested in ya, he went full caveman on me.”

Before I could ask Jamie what the hell he was talking about, the rest of the Greyhounds erupted in cheers and wolf-whistles; Roy had taken the stage.

“What song is he doing?” April asked, a genuine question.

I shook my head, eyes trained on Roy, who looked almost… bashful. “He didn’t tell me.” Just as I was about to suggest what he might be singing, a very familiar, twangy, cutesy tune hit my ears and painted my face a deep red. “He’s not doing this,” I gasped.

His blush was visible even from the stage as he stared at the words on screen. “I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car…”

I couldn’t help but cover my face with my hands. It was too adorable, my “boyfriend” singing my song. In all the years I’d even doing this event, only a couple of boyfriends had ever gone onstage; none of them had even considered doing one of my songs. It was too bad Roy was doing this all for show; this was the kind of gesture a girl could fall in love with.

His voice was its usual growling, gruff self, contrasting adorably with the juvenile words of my very first radio hit. What was most unbelievable, though, was the smile on Roy’s bearded face. He laughed and rolled his eyes playfully as he sang, not at all bothered by how young and girlish the lyrics were. It was a bit surprising; Roy Kent struck me as the kind of guy who cared about looking tough and masculine all the time, the kind of guy who wouldn’t be caught dead singing what a Buzzfeed writer once called “brainless girlie pop”. But there he was, grinning and singing the song I’d written when I was sixteen.

Just as I was letting myself relax and enjoy his weirdly sweet performance, my heart dropped to my stomach. Oh, shit. I grabbed April’s arm and pulled her close, hoping that I looked like a giggly, gossipy girl rather than the panicked woman I suddenly became.

“I have to kiss him.”

April’s eyes widened as she shifted her gaze between me and Roy. “You do?”

I nodded, swallowing hard. “I mean, he’s singing my fucking song,” I hissed. “If we were actually dating, there’d be no question.” I fought back a grimace and took a deep breath. “Right?”

I didn’t need to ask April; I knew it was true. Just like I knew this moment was already trending on Twitter, and that my reaction to it would be all over TikTok, ready to be analyzed by teenage girls and adults with too much time on their hands. If I didn’t have the right reaction, this whole operation would be over right as it really began. And I’d be the psycho who finagled a sports legend into a fake relationship.

Nope. No way I could let that happen.

“I’ve heard every album, listened to the radio, waited for something to come along that was as good as our song.”

Roy locked eyes with me as I made my way towards the stage, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d have sworn his smile widened. In turn, I plastered on my favorite smile, the flattered one that was just a bit shy, the one I usually reserved for high praise or invasive questions about my love life. The kind I would definitely wear if a guy did this and meant it.

All I could do as he reached the last chorus was keep smiling and hope that he wouldn’t be taken aback by the kiss. He was willing in the car; surely, he knew I’d have to kiss him now. He was Roy Kent, after all. He’d been in high-profile relationships and engaged in public displays of affection. There was no way he thought he could get out of this night unkissed.

“… I grabbed a pen and an old napkin and I wrote down our song.”

The club erupted into cheers, especially the Greyhounds, as Roy took a stiff little bow and replaced the microphone. As expected, he made a beeline for me, his smile suddenly replaced with bashfulness. I didn’t give him a chance to say or do anything; instead, I grabbed his face and brought his lips straight to mine.

It took Roy a fraction of a second to comprehend the feeling of her lips against his. They were soft. Warm. Inviting. Exactly how Roy thought they’d be on those rare occasions where he’d allowed himself to wonder about actually kissing her. Instinctively, he grabbed her hips and tugged her flush against his chest, letting her take the lead on the kiss.

Fuck, if it wasn’t a good one.

It was just chaste enough for a public setting, but deep and slow enough to show comfort and familiarity with each other. And even though she kept her tongue to herself, he could definitely taste her drink. Something cool and refreshing, just like her.

He probably would’ve gone on kissing her if she didn’t pull back, flashing him that megawatt smile of hers. She tugged him close, as if hugging him tight, and murmured in his ear, “Damn, Kent. You’re really trying to trend online, huh?”

Roy nodded, clearing his throat and coming back down to earth. “Good song choice?” he asked, hoping Phoebe’s suggestion had the intended effect.

She nodded, her smile almost lovely enough to look real. “Great song choice.” She pulled him into a hug- a warm, friendly one this time- before gazing up at him. “Should we grab a drink?”

“Yeah.” He reached down and grabbed her hand, amazed by how automatically he’d been doing that all night. “Let’s grab a fucking drink.”

They were glued to each other’s sides, sipping drinks and holding hands, smiling at each other like moony-eyed teenagers. Roy was almost proud of himself for his ability to pretend to be head-over-heels for this woman who, up until recently, he found annoying. Maybe it was their budding friendship, he reasoned as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her close so they could sway to the music together. That was it. He considered her almost a friend now; surely that was making pretending to be attracted to her a bit easier.

As they stood near her friends Becky and Ricky and listened to Jamie drunkenly sing an Olivia Rodrigo song, April scurried up and whispered in her ear. With a nod, she turned to Roy and handed him her drink.

“Showtime,” she announced, planting a quick kiss to his lips. A quick, casual, natural kiss. Fuck, how many kisses would it take for him to get used to it?

He was still pondering that as he watched her ascend the stage, guitar in hand. The whole room cheered and hollered for her, applause she accepted with gracious smiles and kisses blown into the crowd. She approached the microphone; her deep exhale could be heard over all the speakers.

“This is my favorite part of the evening,” she mused into the mic. “Where I get to share with you all. This song has been a long time coming- I started working on it when I was twenty-two years old, and over the years I’ve gone back to it and played with it, but I’ve always been too scared to share it. But I had a couple conversations recently-” Roy swore her eyes found his. “-that made me realize that maybe some other people feel this same way. That maybe some of you need this song too.” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

They tell you while you’re young

“Girls go out and have your fun”

Then they hunt and slay the ones who actually do it

Roy’s chest was tight as he listened to her, so soft and vulnerable. Her voice sounded strong and sure, contrasting beautifully with the insecurity of her lyrics. He only tore his gaze away for a moment to take in the faces of the people around him; their faces were filled with wistfulness and sadness, maybe a little pity, and some held looks of self-reflection. Roy wondered if his face looked the same; it probably did, he decided.

And will you still want me

Will you still want me

When I'm nothing new?

Roy was the first person to clap his hands together, but he was immediately joined by every other person in the room. Applause quickly became cheers and a standing ovation; onstage, she beamed and wiped her eyes.

“Thank you,” she managed to hum into the microphone. “That was Nothing New, and it is on sale and streaming now. All proceeds go to the Cicada Foundation.” She gave a small, breathless laugh. “Thank you to everyone who tuned in to watch our karaoke show. You have no idea how much your support means to me and everyone at Cicada.” She gave a small wave. “Thank you, and good night!”

She practically skipped offstage, handed her guitar to a waiting April, and made her way over to Roy. Now it was his turn to grab her and pull her into a hug; deciding to really put on a show, he lifted her off her feet and swung her in a small circle.

“That was fucking brilliant,” he huffed, setting her down but keeping his arms wrapped around her. “That song is something fucking special, you know that? I’m fucking proud of you.”

She beamed up at him, pleasant surprise playing in her eyes. “Thanks, Kent.”

Knowing that countless eyes were on them, Roy dipped down and pressed his lips to hers carefully, maybe even a little timidly. The way her fingers brushed gently through his hair assured him he was fine, so he deepened the kiss, pulling her close. He was kind of amazed at how quickly they had become accustomed to kissing each other, to letting their lips glide past each other softly. It was the way the public expected a superstar and football legend to kiss, he decided. The way two people in love should kiss.

The way he and Keeley used to kiss.

He shoved those thoughts aside for the rest of the night while the karaoke party transformed into a regular party. He danced with her, closer than he had the first night, and pressed soft kisses to her forehead between songs. Be sweet with her, Keeley had suggested to him as they chatted the day before. All romantic and tender. I know you know how to be that way.

And so he was, for the rest of the night. And she accepted all his affection with smiles and kisses of her own. They were convincing enough to trick every single person at the party; and if Roy didn’t know any better, they would have tricked him too.

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╰► ⌕ 𓆩 𓆪 ʾ ִֶָ%˓ ᵎ ҂ ࣪˖﹫𓂃⌁. ࣪˖ EDEN NOELIA LEE (LE SSERAFIM) Profile

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EDEN NOELIA LEE ( Hangul; 에덴 노엘리아 자오, Mandarin; 赵伊登 born November 11, 2001 ) better known by the mononym EDEN is a Chinese/Korean English model, singer, rapper, Global ambassador, and dancer is a current member of South Korean girl group LE SSERAFIM under HYBE and Source Music. She is a former member of the South Korean-Japanese girl group IZ*ONE.

⌕ ‣ BASIC INFO ׁ⠀ ࣭ ⠀⠀⊹

𖥻★! ︿︿STAGE NAME: Eden

𖥻★! ︿︿BIRTH NAME: Eden Noelia Lee

𖥻★! ︿︿KOREAN NAME: Lee Binna

𖥻★! ︿︿CHINESE NAME: Zhao Meixing

𖥻★! ︿︿BIRTHDAY: August 1, 2003

𖥻★! ︿︿AGE: 21 years old ( Korean age ) 20 years old (int.)

𖥻★! ︿︿ZODIAC SIGN: Leo

𖥻★! ︿︿BIRTHPLACE: London, Uk

𖥻★! ︿︿NATIONALITY: English

𖥻★! ︿︿ETHNICITY: Chinese/Korean

𖥻★! ︿︿HEIGHT: 5'8" (173 cm)

𖥻★! ︿︿WEIGHT: 49kg (100lbs)

𖥻★! ︿︿BLOOD TYPE: AB

𖥻★! ︿︿REPRESENTATIVE EMOJI: 🐨 ( koala )

𖥻★! ︿︿ REPRESENTATIVE GEMSTONE: Amblygonite

𖥻★! ︿︿ REPRESENTATIVE COLOR: Purple

⌕ ‣ EDEN FACTS...!?

https://Eden-Facts.Com: She was born in London, Uk so her British accent is so strong. Her family includes four grandparents, mom, dad, four older brothers. She was raised in Los Angeles, California, United States.

https://Eden-Facts.Com: She's the global ambassador of vivienne westwood, Alexander Wang, Chanel, HARRY WINSTON, l'Oreal, Fay, CoverGirl U.S, Maybelline, Mikimoto, Panerai, Revlon, Lancôme international, Versace, Puma, Miu Miu, Liu Jo, Prada, Maxim Mooncakes, Comme des Garçons, Clarins, CHOPARD, VAN CLEEF & ARPELS, BUCCELLATI, & GRAFF.

https://Eden-Facts.Com: Eden is often called "Man-heart's destroyer" or "Boy crush" as many male idols and actors have a crush on her or have said that she's their ideal type

https://Eden-Facts.Com: Eden is currently in college and majoring in Business (Management ) and minoring literature at Seoul National University online.

https://Eden-Facts.Com: She writes all of her parts. She also produced and wrote a number of songs including WayV 'Love talk', TxT 'cat & dog', 'Anti-Romantic', 'loser=Lover', 'OX1=LOVESONG' Stray Kids 'Back door', Pristin V 'Get it', Twice 'Cry for me', Weekly 'After school' Enhypen 'Drunk-Dazed', 'Polaroid love' Aespa 'Next Level', 'Girls' 'Illusion' IVE 'LOVE DIVE' StayC 'SO BAD', 'ASAP' Itzy 'WANNABE','LOCO', '#Twenty', 'SWIPE' Chungha 'Gotta Go', 'Bicycle' Red Velvet 'Feel My Rhythm' Jeon Somi 'XOXO' BLACKPINK 'Typa Girl' & more. Eden has solidified herself as a genius musician with 155 KOMCA credits.

https://Eden-Facts.Com: She is extremely loved by the public which is why she earned the titles of princess of K-pop, SM/HYBE's Ace, Idol's idol, The Nation's Treasure, The Genius Composer, and The It girl of Asia.

https://Eden-Facts.Com: She is a former IZ*ONE member.

https://Eden-Facts.Com: She trained for 3 years in SM Entertainment before joining Produce 48.

https://Eden-Facts.Com: In Gallup Korea's annual music poll for 2018, 2019, 2020, 2021, 2022 Eden was voted the most popular idol in South Korea, making her the highest-ranked individual in that poll.

https://Eden-Facts.Com: Eden is know for endorsements, various photo-shoots, and covers as they sell out in a minute.

https://Eden-Facts.Com: In 2020, She was featured in Harper Bazaar's 'Go To Bed With Me' and went rival for her nighttime skincare routine. It was mostly because of how simply yet in depth it was.

https://Eden-Facts.Com: Eden is really good at math as once she did over 20 fans math problems for fun during her Vlive in 2021.

https://Eden-Facts.Com: In January 2022, Eden purchased a building in Gangnam district's affluent Samseong-dong area, otherwise known as the Samsung neighbourhood. Purchased for approximately US$6.3 million, the mixed-use building has both residential and commercial spaces and spans a total of seven floors. Eden reportedly makes US$830,4000 monthly from rent.

https://Eden-Facts.Com: In 2014, she performed as one of the upcoming members of SM Entertainment's pre-debut training group SM Rookies on SM Town Live World Tour IV.

https://Eden-Facts.Com: She is a big food lover. She can eat most types of food but likes spicy foods the most.

https://Eden-Facts.Com: Her way of relaxing: A can of pringles and either Netflix, or watching Law & Order: SVU on Hulu.

https://Eden-Facts.Com: She thinks she's pretty talkative especially if the vibes between her and another person match up (Instagram Q&A 2022.08.10).

https://Eden-Facts.Com: When she was younger, Eden frequently performed and sang for house guests and eventually began taking acting/singing classes.

https://Eden-Facts.Com: Her airport fashions always goes viral on Twitter, and fans say that the airport is her runaway.

https://Eden-Facts.Com: Eden once said if she wasn't an singer, she would have been a vet because she really loves working with animals.

https://Eden-Facts.Com: In November 2018, she revealed that she has three citizenships: Chinese, British, and South Korean.

⌕ ‣ EDEN'S IDEAL TYPE: I really don't have an ideal type because if I like you, then I like you as simple as that."

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—HOW MUCH DO YOU LIKE EDEN?

𓋰 I LOVE HER, SHE'S MY ULTIMATE BIAS

𓋰 I LIKE HER, SHE'S OK

𓋰 SHE IS OVERRATED

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silawastaken · 24 days

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I love seeing people compare music to their favourite characters and go like 'oh yeah this verse might be this character... and then this one is the other one... and then this little bit here is them both honestly. Or something like that' because I HAVE gone through every taylor swift song on evermore and folklore and compared it to skk. Sorry to be autistic on the writing account, but this is a fanfic writing account and I'm writing my second novel length fic about them so what did you expect.

folklore/evermore are very canon skk, and verge into fanon and some songs are the reason for very specific head canons, or some of the ways I write the way they perceive each other. 1989... DON'T GET ME STARTED OMFG HAVE YOU EVER LISTENED TO BLANK SPACE? I THINK IT'S IMPOSSIBLE TO NOT HAVE AND OMG IT'S SO SKK CODED LIKE WTF. I HAVE VERY FIRM OPINIONS ABOUT WHICH LYRICS ARE THEIRS. Also the vault tracks literally exist what more do you want from me. 'i think about jumping off of very tall somethings just to see you come running and say the one thing I've been wanting' okay dazai pack it up you did that already, beast exists. 'i call my mom sister she said that it was for the best remind myself the more i gave you'd want me less' yeah yeah chuuya we know he left you get over it, it wasn't personal(think that line could go for either of them but the other line 'the way you faded till i left' feels more Dazai personally). Plus suburban legends. For personal reasons I struggle to listen to song without SPIRALING FUCK YOU THAT ONE PERSON SEHDHSSJNS but very skk as well 'we were born to be national treasures' is very soulmates of them. And out of the woods screams them in fanfic when they try to get better. Red, straight away all too well. They both remember it all too well. All too well skk cover with switching vocals anyone? The last time. The one with gary lightbody. Underrated song, is my favourite on that album, and SO THEM. 'this is the last time you tell me ive got it wrong, this is the last time i wont hurt you anymore' because they're fated to be together and are constantly drawn to each other and yet keep HURTING EACH OTHER RAGH. also 'we are never getting back together' is pretty funny and nice when applied to them. also state of grace. any taylor song with a mild drop of religious imagery is them cause yeah. but 'i never saw you coming, and I'll never be the same'... okay pack it up, we don't have time for your yearning. 'you were never a saint' (dazai abt chuuya) 'and i loved in shades of wrong' (bc hes toxic and doesnt know how to healthily like people) 'we learned to live with the pain, mosaic broken hearts' (bc they continue anyway and stick it out, living with the pain of being bad for each other because of how deeply they care). I almost do. Dazai after leaving. moving on to more religion, holy ground. 'for the first time i had something to lose' 'and i guess we fell apart in the usual way, and the storys got dust on every page' AAAAAA IT'S THEM. Can't really speak on debut- but I've listened to our song and picture to burn and if picture to burn isn't a vengeful chuuya idk what is. BOY OH BOY SPEAK NOW.

excuse me. one moment.

Mine- literally a skk au

Sparks fly- 'the way you move is like a rainstorm and im a house full of cards, you're the kind of reckless that should send me running' that entire verse screams dazai's fascination with corrupted chuuya, and the whole song is well yeah

back to december- dazai when they reunite just trust me on it just trust me on it. the repetition was intentional, that's how serious i am. 'i go back to december all the time' 'I got back to december to make it all right'

speak now- might just be me but it really makes me think of teen skk in fanfic harbouring urges to ruin the others relationship for 'some reason. I don't know, seeing him with her just... irks me'.

the story of us- first verse is chuuya, second verse is dazai, and the third is them both because they're LOSERS and they LOVE EACH OTHER and FUCK I'm CRYING NOW. 'id tell you i miss you but i don't know how' EMOTIONALLY CONSTIPATED BASTARD.

enchanted- self explanatory. for more context, i really think it's from dazai's pov in this case, could probably be both, but dazai fell first and harder so it's really like god he's been in love ever since he got kicked into that wall he wants him around forever. He held Chuuya's hand in the fight with rimbaud and then had all those close moments in the manga and went home to lie on his bed kicking his feet and giggling don't lie. (god im still crying this isn't helping)

better than revenge- they're both pretty vengeful idk it makes me think of iwsynttr for some reason

haunted- chuuya pov. 'i thought i had you figured out, something's gone terribly wrong' 'stood there and watched you walk away from everything we had' they're so sad, but the general idea of chuuya thinking he has figured out dazai and knowing how he thinks and then dazai just leaves suddenly and he's like 'Wow! I thought i knew you. How do i forget this'. 'wont finish what you started' bringing chuuya into the mafia then leaving it.

last kiss- 'you told me you love me so why did you go away' chuuya pov again oh god it hurts why am i doing this to myself? 'never imagined we'd end like this, your name, forever the name on my lips' yep yep ow.

LONG LIVE.- LISTEN. TO. THE. SONG. AND TELL ME IT'S NOT DAZAI AND CHUUYA. I COULD DO A WHOLE ANALYSIS ON JUST THIS SONG. 'promise me this, that you'll stand by me forever, but if god forbid fate should step in, and force us into a goodbye...please tell them my name, tell them how the crowds went wild, tell them how i hope they shine, long live the walls we crashed through, i had the time of my life with you' FUCK IT'S DAZAI AN HE'S IN LOVE WITH CHUUYA AND DOESNT KNOW ODAS GONNA DIE YET, JUST THINKS HE DOESNT GET TO KEEP ANYTHING HE WANTS. FUUUUUCK. THEY'RE IN LOVE AND DAZAI WANTS IT REMEMBERED PLEASE I'M SO SAD.

anyway, i can't pretend I'm normal about skk anymore i haven't even covered fearless, reputation, lover or midnights please somebody encourage me to actually write full things dedicated to each album and the most fitting songs from said albums please i'll do it and plus i need to actually gather proof for my autism diagnosis appointment so this would be a good way to to that probably. anyway yeah this'll never make it out my drafts lol

#this is finally out of my drafts after months #dedicated to the anon who asked and the one who said abt the fearless song idk if you're the same person but either way love you lots 🤞#i love taylor swift so much #i love skk more #im sorry for this #but the brainrot is real #this was written at like 3am in January #bsd #silas yaps #soukoku #soukoku fanfiction #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #bungou stray dogs #taylor swift

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catindabag · 3 months

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Can you make oc’s based off your Au? :)

Well, sure! That’s not an issue. Besides, there’s already a lot of original characters running around and causing havoc/chaos in my crazy TBOSAS on Crack!AU.

I mean, we already have:

Peacekeeper Joe (AKA: Officer Jovilius who wants to quit his job because of the Mentors’ nonstop shenanigans)

The poor pizza delivery guy (AKA: Pizza Pertinax of the Pizza Palace)

Mad Uncle Achilles Ravinstill (He’s the youngest son of President Ravinstill who got arrested for smuggling illegal fireworks)

The “sacred” Bichon Frisé puppies (AKA: the real leaders of Panem)

Mama Monty and her deadly apple pies (She’s a real nightmare national treasure and an infamous “war hero” of Panem)

Mama Cardew (AKA: The Capitol’s scariest and deadliest entity to ever exist)

Mommy Anderson (She’s the one who blackmails people for a living)

Mommy Anderson’s underpaid camera crew (No comment)

Vice President Aurelia Ravinstill (She’s Felix Ravinstill’s mom who’s allergic to charity, poor people, and homeless Hilari)

Elmer Coin (the current Mole President of District 13)

Poor Aeneas Crane (The unfortunate older brother of Arachne Crane who sleeps in a tiny doghouse)

Little Plotinus Heavensbee (the favored and “perfect” younger brother of homeless Hilarius Heavensbee)

Creepy Mr. Heavensbee Sr. (No comment)

Freaky Mrs. Heavensbee (No comment)

Festus Creed’s mom (The current ✨Queen of Neglect✨)

Festus Creed’s dumpster (Darling Demeter the Dumpster)

Festus Creed’s freaky pet rats (Odysseus and Penelope)

Tigris Snow’s cheese fairies

Coryo Snow’s cabbage deities

Coryo Snow’s lima bean elves

Clemensia’s hamster (Hercules)

Gaius Breen’s possum (Patroclus)

Domitia’s emotional support cow (Lady Claudia)

Dean Casca Highbottom’s goldfish (Venus)

Hilarius Heavensbee’s crusty chihuahua (Caracalla)

Domitia’s father’s emotional support cow (Lord Claudius/the real Mayor of D10)

Dennis Fling’s doctor (Quack Dr. Majorian who works at the Capitol Black Market)

Great great grandfather Vipsanius Cornelius Felix Ravinstill (He’s the man who married off his 24 beautiful daughters and 16 sons to every single Capitol Noble House in order to make the ultimate/craziest/most complicated ✨Royal Family Tree✨)

Don’t worry. There will be more weird original characters popping here and there as the story continues. Lol.

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ghostzenith · 5 months

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Hello xinamiguel nation, it’s saturday and Im back again.

See, I think that Xina is Gabriella’s mom without a doubt and I think a lot of people pretty much agree on that. So heres some little scenarios that play out in my head.

Gabriella chilling at home while her mom is tying up her hair and telling all those embarrassing stories about Miguel when he was with her as a kid and even till now (I KNOW THIS MAN IS A NERVOUS WRECK AROUND HER). Gabriella asking her mom how they met and how they fell in love, yknow the usual questions from kids that are curious about their parents.

Miguel coming home and putting down his stuff, searching for his two treasures in life only to stop by the doorway of Gabriella’s room and see them sleeping together on some chair in there, and he probably just melted inside, looking at them. He’ll go get a blanket for the both and drape it over them, pressing a kiss to both of their heads and then he’ll go make dinner for them.

Xina being pregnant with Gabriella and Miguel literally baby-proofing everything. About every hour or so, I think he’d check on Xina and make sure she’s okay.. hes also probably constantly worried that something bad might happen but his wife is there to reassure him its gonna be okay and he can relax.

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once again a lot but AYY SATURDAY XINAMIGUEL DUMP!! Might be a reoccurring thing-

#xina kwan #xinamiguel #spiderman 2099 #gabriella o’hara #miguel o'hara

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findafight · 10 months

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i also don't like when ppl use the family video interview scene as him being dumb when he was obviously just nervous. personally whenever ppl put me on the spot like that i forget every piece of media i have ever consumed and everything i have ever liked or done. it literally happens every time w/o fail and i don't think that's that unusual lol.

Anon I think this is the perfect time to let y'all know that, come August, I will have a bachelor's degree in Film Studies. Literally the watching movies (and writing hyper specific essays about them) degree. And as soon as someone asks me what my favourite movie is? I immediately forget every single one of the hundreds of movies I've ever watched.

I've written at least tens of thousands of words on film. I literally will have a degree that's about movies and their details and cinematic techniques, and I cannot answer the question of what my favourite movie is. I have all these complicated sorting systems of movies I like and/or recommend, depending on what someone's feeling or their tolerance for foreign and/or silent cinema but forget them as soon as I'm asked, even in low stress environments. Brain go [dial tone noise].

So Steve going "uhhhhh fast times!! That movie where alex p Keaton is maybe trying to bang his mom? Star wars!" Relatable. He's so right. No one can beat me telling a film prof National Treasure is one of my favourite movies, so I'd say he's doing fine.

Also heavily believe Steve calls star wars things incorrectly because he thinks it's funny to rile Dustin up. He absolutely calls blasters phasers, lightsabers laser swords, and Jedi space wizards. Dustin squawks everytime and Steve things it's so funny. This leading him nervously forgetting the name of the movie and resorting to his teasing Dustin schtick. He's also so valid for liking ewoks I love their little song!! They're cute little friendly guys! He might not be watching M or discussing the impact of Soviet montage on western cinema, but he has taste!!

#steve harrington #stranger things #findaanswers #anonasaurus #finda's rambles #some nebs lore for all of you folks #i mena i guess technically ill graduate in November but i finish in August!

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marymary-diva17 · 27 days

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My treasures

zuko,azula and mom reader

The duty you had for the fire nation and your royal in laws, so to keep the family strong and also have children who are fire benders like their father. Those duties had been fulfilled when you had zuko and azula two gifted fire benders, that you love so much and care deeply for as well. Azula and zuko had both become your prizes treasures in your life within in the palace, as you had given up your old life to welcome a new life that had been made. The kids love and care for you as you love and care for them as well.

y/n " ........" you are sitting in the garden and looking at fountain, and you thought it was going to be a peaceful day. As the kids seem to be busy with some other matters and you had not been given, any royal duties to deal with today.

????? " mom" you had soon heard the voice of your kids as you soon got up, and turned towards them.

y/n " hello my children now tell me what has gotten you in such an energetic mood"

azula " well mom I was show Zuzu that I can out race him to you and I won"

zuko " stop calling me that azula"

azula " never and you can't make me dumb dumb"

zuko " azula"

y/n " no fight with each other you both know that"

zuko and azula " yes mom"

y/n “ now tell me how your lessons went”

zuko “ the lessons went well today mom and you can ask the teachers”

y/n “ I will young man”

azula “ we also practice our fire bending as well, our mentors are saying we are doing great … well they said that about me not Zuzu”

zuko “ azula”

y/n “ be nice Azula your brother is getting there”

azula “ yes mom hey mom you can fire bender as well “

y/n “ yes but my fire bender is not for fighting that much, more like performance and other stuff as well” the kids looked amazed at you as you had stated fire bender and made a bride of fire soon having it fly around.

azula " wow mom that amazing"

y/n " thank you"

zuko " did you use to do fire bender before you married father"

????? " oh so your mother is showing you two her fire bending is she" the trio had soon looked and saw ozai coming their way.

zuko and azula " hello father"

y/n " hello my husband"

ozia " hello my wife and children I heard you all talking, and came to see what was the matter"

azula " mom was telling us the fire bending she can do"

ozai " oh I can see that your mother using her skills in beautiful way, that is something I learned about her and that I love"

zuko " wow that amazing"

y/n " it seems like we are blessed with very gifted benders my husband, in no time our kids will be doing well with the element of fire"

ozai " yes they will be doing well and in time they will be helping the nation, gain more power and land"

y/n " yes you are right my dear" you still didn't like the idea of your kids become benders that will use their skills, for evil and you knew that ozai will make them follow his family path in life.

azula " mother"

y/n " yes my dear"

azula " i was wondering if you can show us some of your skills"

y/n " sure I will love to my daughter"

ozai " yes that sounds like a good idea you two will need to know, all the skins to be the best fire benders like all the rest that came before you two"

the kids " yes dad"

ozai " good"

ozai " children I will love to have some words with your mother alone"

zuko and azula " yes father" the kids soon bowed before they walked away. You are soon left alone in the royal gardens with you husband he soon looked at you.

ozai " I will allow you to teach them fire bending that you learned while, growing up but I don't wish for the kids to learn anything else from your past"

y/n " I know my husband I know"

ozai " good you have been a good wife and mother stay by my side and with the royal after all these years"

y/n " thank you my love and you have been a good husband and father as well"

ozai " I know you long for your past but those times and life is over, you are lady of the nation no longer that village young lady I meet many years ago"

y/n " yes I know ozai but I can still think about my past"

ozai " yes you can but sometime it the best if you give up the past, for everyone sake"

'y/n " yes my husband"

ozai " here you can tell those stoires and anything else to the children's if they makes you happy, but I wish for them to not have that much of connection"

y/n " thank you this make me happy"

ozai " sure I will leave you here now I have a meeting with my father" you had nodded your head as ozai kissed your hand before he soon walked off, you were now once again left alone with your thoughts. Sitting on the stone beach and thinking about the past and present, there was also worry about what the future will hold as well.

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More about the Family | Genshin Impact x Male Reader

The description is down below. This is also on my Wattpad and Quotev! Enjoy!

Description: Celetsia's Divinity About you: About you About the family: About the family | (You are here) Prologue: Born from the stars | TBW Chapter 1: A child, the wolf, the dragon, and the god | TBW

WARNING: Talk of abuse, neglect, and other heavy themes. None of these images are mine. Some of the clothing isn't accurate to what they will be wearing during the story.

Y/N'S Family:

Name: Delyth

Age: ??? Desc: She is a being much like an Adeptus but way more powerful. Delyth was sent from Celestia to care for Y/n, since Y/n was causing to much trouble. She loves Y/n dearly, and considers him her own son even if Y/n existed before her. Y/n loves Delyth and admires her so much. Y/n does everything for her, and tries to make her proud of him. She is like a teacher to Y/n. The way she lives forever is through a special treassure, that if taken away, she will start to age normally and be suseptable to human sicknesses. There is only a certain amount of time for her to find a new treasure. Her treasure is her husband Idris. Nation: ???

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Name: Idris

Age: ??? Desc: Idris is the same kind of being as Delyth however his treasure is something else imbuide with an immortal power. Idris loves Y/n dearly and always wants to be around him, trying to be a doting father to Y/n. He spoils Y/n, and Y/n's brother Aisure, with the treasures he finds when he travels. He loves telling stories and preforming the songs he's heard along the way. Y/n loves Idris' stories and writes them down as to not forget them. Idris was a huge part in the Archon war and fought the best he could to protect his family, to protect Y/n. Both him and Delyth were really close with the gods and often had them take care of Y/n. Nation: ???

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Name: Aisure

Age: ??? Desc: He is a god, much like Y/n is. He is the god of Peace and Purity which he would later pass on to Y/n after he dies. He can control light and water. He can heal others and bring peace when one is having anxiety. He adores Y/n and only wishes to protect him. He often follows Y/n around especially when Y/n goes to other nations. The two are very close and Y/n wants to be around Aisure forever. The two take care of each other when their parents are away. Nation: ???

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Name: Vane

Age: 20 (?) Desc: Vane is a man of deception and had found Delyth in a time of vulnerability. He had fallen in love with her and used her to get to Idris' treasure to gain immortality. Y/n was weary of him, and nevr fully trusted him. Y/n was only proven right when Vane left with his fathers treasure, leaving his mom sick and dying. After Delyth died, she took Y/n's memories only to leave the rage and revengeful feelings toward Vane. Nation: ???

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The orphans:

Name: Erin

Age: 19 (?) Desc: Erin was the first Orphan that Y/n took in. He was left in the god's care when he was doing readings on the kids whose parents brought them to him. Erin's parents were dissatisfied with Y/n's reading on the boy, so they just handed him the tiny child. Y/n didn't know what to do, so he brought the small boy to his decaying home. However, after seeing how the living conditions weren't good for him, Y/n had started to rebuild and refurnish his home. When Erin was a little older, he had helped Y/n with the rebuilding. Y/n raised him myself and taught him all kinds of things, and in return he helps Y/n take care of the other kids. The other kids call him Big Bro. He is very childish and plays pranks quite a lot. Nation: Mondstadt

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Name: Lucinda

Age: 13 Desc: Lucinda is a kind girl, but doesn't show it often. She is obsessed with fancy things and loves pretty objects. She was part of a rich family and was constantly hit for not being good enough. She is very flat with her expressions, but is very kind to younger children. Y/n found her when she was on an outing with her family, but lagged behind. He noticed how bruised her neck was and offered to take her home from there. She is seen as a fun killer when the other kids get out of hand. She has high respect for Y/n and only wishes to help. Nation: Mondstadt

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Name: Grace

Age: 3 Desc: Grace is the newest member to the children Y/n has saved. She doesn't speak much out of fear of being hurt. She was very sheltered when she was with her family so she didn't get to experience much, luckily she was saved at a young age by Y/n so she is now safe. She is helped during the Stormterror incident. Nation: Mondstadt

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Name: Cai

Age: 4 Desc: Cai is a lonely and clingy girl that clings to Y/n alot. She is very dependent on Y/n and Erin. She is also super sweet and innocent. Cai also cares a lot about how people perceive her and others feelings. She was conditioned to think this way because of emotional manipulation. I saved her from an attack of hirlichirls after her parents left her for dead. She was 3 when I saved her. Nation: Liyue

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Name: Feng

Age: 14 Desc: Feng is someone who seeks out beauty in everything and is always a “perfect” girl. But her family wasn’t so perfect. She was whipped whenever she didn’t do something right. So she has physical scars of the abuse her parents and maids inflicted. Her maids were jealous so they constantly abused her. Y/n took her when she was in a cellar chained to the floor. Nation: Liyue

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Name: Daiyu

Age: 16 Desc: Daiyu is an intelligent and gentle boy who is very independent. He was a loner and often bullied by the kids in his neighborhood because he had different interests than them that they found strange. His parents soon started to side with the kids and never defended him from this abuse. He was frequently neglected, causing him to be overly independent. He followed Y/n one day when he was lost in the forest, and followed Y/n all the way home. Nation: Liyue

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Name: Hishiomi

Age: 8 Desc: Hishiomi is a very smart girl that works very hard and tries to please those around her. When she is given a task she tries her best to complete it no matter the difficulty. This was because her family pushed her too much to the point where she was always crying in the cold at nighttime, not even being let in the house. Y/n found her outside her house one night and whisked her away to my house. Nation: Inazuma

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Name: Sherubi

Age: 15 Desc: Sherubi is a very happy girl and is always smiling, even when she is hurt. She was forced to put on a happy facade in her family. She was forced to think that she was a burden if she showed any sign of negative emotions. Y/n found her when she was alone in a forest without clothes. He took her in and helped her work through her emotions. Nation: Inazuma

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Name: Akio

Age: 5 Desc: Akio is a shy boy that is easily embarrassed, and he is very attached to stuffed animals he is given by people that he is close to. He has abandonment issues due to the fact that he was always left alone, so he depends on the companionship of stuffed animals. Y/n found him in his house all alone with stuffies surrounding him. He always insists on holding his bunny when doing stuff, saying it's helping him do the work. Nation: Inazuma

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Name: Gyasi

Age: 4 Desc: Gyasi is someone who values every little thing she is given, even if it's a small flower that doesn’t last forever. She is super kind even to things that are considered monsters. Gyasi wasn’t given much and realized she wasn’t normal, well she was, but her family constantly made her seem like a monster. Y/n found her crying on the footsteps of her home. Gyasi is often outside and seen in the forest trying to study the monsters and people. Nation: Sumeru

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Name: Omari

Age: 13 Desc: Omari loves pranks and making other people smile. He often plays pranks with Erin. He can be careless sometimes but knows when he has gone too far. He was shamed for being sad and weak. So he pushes himself to have a brave face. He was also cut by his mom whenever he was out of line. He has scars from these cuts. Y/n found him outside his home when he was bleeding. Y/n treated his wounds and took him home. Nation: Sumeru

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Name: Lea

Age: 15 Desc: : Léa is a kind girl who is very shy and is always found with animals surrounding her. She had to fight for her food because her parents were never really home. And when they were, they would beat Léa without a reason. Y/n found her when she was scrounging for lizards. Nation: Fontaine

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Name: Alexander

Age: 4 Desc: Alexander was taken 6 months before Grace was taken in. He is a curious boy who doesn’t understand what danger is. He was not given much thought by his family. He was never favored or given much because his parents neglected him, always focusing on his biological older sister. I took him in when Y/n saw him not being given any food for 3 days. Nation: Fontaine

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Name: Charlie

Age: 5 Desc: Charlie is a shy boy that is weary of others but is very connected to nature. He was beaten by his mom and dad for the strange markings on his face, but Y/n took him. He has lived with Y/n and the others happily. He is also super well taught in reading and fighting. Nation: Fontaine

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Name: Daniel

Age: 6 Desc: Daniel is a boy cut off from society. He is often irritable and doesn’t like to talk to others about anything, but never means to hurt others feelings. This is because he was conditioned to not talk and stay in line or else he would starve. Y/n found him passed out on the roads and took him in. Nation: Natlan

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Name: Felix

Age: 9 Desc: Felix is a super sweet boy always ready to help but is incapable of doing much because he doesn’t have much skill. His family conditioned and raised him without teaching him anything and always making him do the work. But since he didn’t know how to do it he always did it wrong which resulted in a beating. Y/n took him in when Y/n saw him being beaten up for doing the laundry wrong. Nation: Natlan

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Name: Jax

Age: 12 Desc: Jax was homeless and always running away from foster families. He was a victim of people’s ignorance and them thinking someone else will save him. He is a very obedient child who does what he’s told, but has an intolerance for people who are rude to him and his family. Y/n found him when he was freezing to death. He is one of the most hardworking out of all the orphans. Nation: Snezhnaya

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Name: Fae

Age: 10 Desc: Fae is an outgoing girl who loves to talk and enjoys a good conversation, even if someone is just listening. She was often hit for talking too much by her dad because he thought kids and women shouldn't be gifted with a voice. She pushes herself to prove to people that she isn't useless. Y/n stopped her from getting slapped once, and he took her in from there. She loves talking and exploring around the area. Nation: Snezhnaya

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