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violettduchess · 7 months

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Hi my lovely!! If you’re able to still take the requests, would you consider Jin + Cowboy + Spice? 💘 hehe tysm!!!

A/N: Here you are @jozhenji💜 Hope you like it! Thank you for giving me a reason to write another Western AU!

Jin x Reader

WC: ~1.5k

“Oh my lord, it’s him! It’s him!”

“He’s back!! How’s my hair? Is my rouge good?”

The gaggle of saloon girls crowding at the window reminds you of a group of very excited birds, the bright yellow, pink and blue feathers of their costumes fluttering with every excited movement they make.

“Ladies.” Your voice is cool and calm but loud enough to reach them over the normal saloon sounds of gruff murmuring, chairs scraping against the wooden floor, the piano off in the corner playing popular tunes. “Back to work.” They turn, a flock in motion, but the hand on your hip and the tilt of your head are stern enough to pull a collective sigh from them before they tap tap tap on their heels back to wherever they were before it was announced that Jin Grandet was back in town.

You lean against the edge of the bar, exchanging a look with Luke, the shaggy-haired bartender, who simply shrugs one of his big shoulders and goes back to drying glasses. A moment later, the door of the saloon swings opens and a tall, broad figure momentarily blocks the spill of cool, early evening light.

“What a fine night it is in Rhodolite County. Evening, everyone. Drinks on me!” Jin steps further into the saloon and grins as a cheer rises from the patrons, his name being shouted in greeting and good cheer. He spots you, all in red, the only woman allowed to wear that color in Belle's, leaning on the end of the smooth, wooden bar, your gaze casually glancing his way as you raise a glass of rich mahogany wine to your lips. His grin widens as he strolls in your direction, his gait lighter than one would think for a man of his size.

You try to keep your expression blank, but it’s difficult not to let your appreciation of that compelling physique show. His jeans hug long, powerful legs. His midnight blue shirt is tucked into them, leaving very little to the imagination. It’s an easy stroll, following the line of his muscular legs to a surprisingly narrow waist and then back up to wide, powerful shoulders. His shirt sleeves are rolled up, revealing strong forearms. One hand is shoved enticingly into the front pocket of his jeans. His dark hair, brown kissed by fire, is covered by a black pinch-front cowboy hat and anyone who didn’t know Jin would assume the white object at the corner of his shapely lips is a cigarette.

You know better.

“I ain’t ever gonna get used to the sight of a grown-ass man suckin’ on a lollipop.”

His grin grows brighter as he reaches up, pulling the sweet red treat from his mouth. A few of the saloon girls sigh audibly and you turn your head, shooting a glare in their general direction. Quickly the feathers bob up and down as they return to work.

“Want a taste?” He slides onto the bar stool closest to you, garnet eyes alight as he holds out the lollipop in your direction. With a huff, you roll your eyes, lifting your wine glass in response.

“Already got something far superior, Grandet.”

Although your words are thorny, you’re moving behind the bar, fixing him a drink. While you’re preparing his whiskey on the rocks, he’s approached by other patrons. They welcome him back to Rhodolite with slaps on the shoulder and excited questions about his latest adventure in Obsidian.

One of the saloon girls slinks forward, pressing a hand to the hard plane of his chest, batting lashes coated in thick black mascara. They remind you of gangly spider-legs

“You were gone so suddenly, Jin. We all missed you.”

He reaches up, wrapping her hand in his big one and removing it from his chest. He does it so fluidly, so effortlessly, with a grin so flirty and promising that she doesn’t even notice.

“When the sheriff gives an order, sweet thing, his officers have to answer.”

A rugged man with eyes lit up by booze and admiration leans his elbow on the bar counter.

“Tell us, Jin, did you run into the Gilbert gang?”

This could turn into an all-nighter if he starts answering the town folks' questions. It wouldn’t be the first time. Pointedly you set his drink down in front of him.

“Alright alright. Clear off now. Jin and I have saloon business to take care of. Ya’ll can pester him later.”

Jin is your business partner and part owner of Belle’s, having jumped at the chance to help you open the place several months ago. He's happy to leave the run of it in your hands, but does like to be included in certain business decisions. Just last month, before he had left on his mission for Sheriff Michel, he had brought you a bottle of wine from Benitoite county, promising you it would increase sales if sold here. And he had been right, to the tune of 40 percent.

Now he frowns, sighing almost theatrically as he turns to face you. “I just walked in the place and you want to talk business?” He shakes his head, sliding off the bar stool with his drink in his hand. “Dealing with the Obsidian gang is easier than my partner here,” he says to an eye-roll from you and raucous laughter from the crowd. He lifts the whiskey, knocking it back in one smooth motion and then sets the empty tumbler down on the bar.

You make your way towards the narrow spiral staircase in the back corner of the saloon, listening as Jin claps people on the shoulder, promising them a drink on him later as well as the details of his adventures in Obsidian county. They all watch him go, shaking their heads. Poor guy, just back and now it seems you’re calling him to the chopping block for one thing or another.

The staircase leads to the second floor of the building, the place where there are several bedrooms. Yours, as owner, is at the end of the hall and bigger than the rest. Reaching into one of the discrete pockets sewn into the crimson satin of your gown, you pull out the iron key to your door even as you hear the heavy steps of Jin’s cowboy boots along the wooden corridor.

Stepping inside your bedroom, a sanctuary of mint green and gold and delicate decorations, you turn, dropping the key into a small soap dish shaped like a lily-pad as Jin steps inside and then one-handedly closes the door firmly behind him.

Your eyes lock and for a moment, neither of you moves. And then you’re rushing forward and he’s pulling you towards him, wrapping his strong arms around you and crushing your eager lips with a kiss. He tastes like whiskey, sweet and tangy, and on his tongue you catch the faintest hint of strawberry lollipop. Your fingers grip the nape of his neck as another wave of thunderous craving rolls through you.

“Lord, I missed you,” he manages to growl somewhere in the tangle of kisses. His cowboy hat has fallen to the floor and somehow the straps of your gown have come undone. He lowers his head, pressing his mouth to the line of your neck, following it down to the smooth skin of your bare shoulder. His strong hands are anchored at your waist, deliciously firm. Your head lolls back to give him access; his hair soft between your fingers.

“You got some nerve just waltzin’ in like that, Jin Grandet." Your words exist in that place between a whisper and a gasp. "No note that you’re back. No private visit. I ought to turn you out right now.”

He huffs against the delicate skin of your collarbone.

“You won’t. Not with the way I turn you on.”

You groan, half at the terrible pun, half at the way his mouth is hungrily exploring all the skin above the heart-shaped neckline of your dress.

“Besides,” he breathes as he skims his hands up your back, his face pressed against the softness of your cleavage, “I wanted to surprise my girl.”

He urges you towards the bed, showing shocking dexterity despite the size of his hands as he works the hooks of your gown. You put a hand between you, feeling the way his heart is hammering even through the soft cotton of his shirt.

“Jin…?”

He lifts his head, hair a disheveled mess, eyes glowing like hot coals with want.

“Yeah?”

You smile slowly, reaching out to cup his face with your palm. The touch is a moment of tenderness, a light in the dark sea of desire you’re both sinking into.

“I missed you too. So very much.”

His breath catches as he feels the truth of your words, the soft sincerity of them. His dark head bows, lifting your hand to his lips where he places a loving kiss to the back of it.

“C’mere, cowboy,” you murmur, lowering yourself onto the bed and pulling him along with you. “Lemme show you.”

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klutzyroses · 11 months

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Hey!

I was wondering how would ikepri suitors act with an awkward, quiet but strong and fit mc? Weird combination I know 😂 I was just curious if any of them would have a reaction to someone like that

A most interesting combination indeed anon👀

IkePri HCs: Awkward and Strong!SO

How do they react to an so who is strong and fit but also awkward and reserved?

Suitors: Clavis, Sariel, Keith, Gilbert

Clavis

Oho, the fun he can have with this lovely young lady~

He can already envision all the mischief he can get into with her.

Her reserved nature coupled with her Amazonian strength is quite the intriguing contrast. He must wonder if she trained to be this strong, or if its in her genes.

Either way, he will surely take a quick liking to her, often teasing her to see her pretty cheeks flush as she fidgets and mumbles nearly incoherent responses.

One of his most amusing memories of her is when one of his traps had yet again ensnared Yves, leaving him trapped in a ditch, again, and the lovely lady had singlehandedly (literally with a single hand), lifted the Fifth prince out of the ditch...ironically by the back of his collar, similar to how one would scruff a cat.

The pink clad prince was...of two minds about it, but for Clavis, it made his entire week. He will never forget the sight.

He will make her the center of his doting attention just to see her flustered and flushed as he gives her a sly smile, never once breaking eye contact when he speaks to her.

She is simply a delight to behold, to be around and he just knows they will continue to have buckets of fun together.

Sariel

Well now, what an fascinating contrast...

But then again, he isn't too surprised...Well not as surprised as when he experienced her strength the first time he met her.

Ah yes, he can remember it like yesterday. After choosing her as the next Belle, he had already determined she was quite the shy, awkward woman...until he had come to collect her.

He understood she was startled, maybe a bit frightened by his sudden presence within her workplace, but was it necessary to pick up an entire bookshelf and throw it at him?

Surely not. If he had not moved in time, he would have possibly joined his Majesty the King in eternal slumber.

It was only because she was so apologetic and embarrassed that bringing her to the palace following that disturbing exchange was such an easy feat. All under the guise of "making it up to him", does he get her to take up the mantle of Belle.

Perhaps it isn't all bad, in time, her physical prowess may prove to be useful yet.

So long as no furniture is being launched at him or their highnesses. Maybe except for the hellcat.

Keith

A girl after his own heart, hm?

The prince of Jade knows a thing or two about being quiet and shy whilst also being quite physically capable.

He finds it endearing and sweet coming from her. From him, he feels its uncomfortable and weird. That's just how he sees it.

He will admire her strength though, her ability to do things most women her size usually cannot accomplish at the drop of a hat is absolutely remarkable...and a bit mind boggling at times.

He can't help but think because she is currently blushing and stuttering timidly about preparing tea for his tea party with Yves and Licht, who are gaping at her at the moment because she is carrying the entire food laden table with one hand and seemingly no effort.

He will always try to make her as comfortable as possible but there are limitations...

His awkwardness collides with hers and he says the wrong thing and then she says the wrong thing and then there is an uncomfortable silence where nobody knows what to say.

Someone outside the conversation may have to save them both.

Gilbert

Ah, what an interesting woman he has here~

A cute, shy rabbit with the strength of an ox, hm? You certainly don't see that everyday.

The Obsidian prince will most definitely amuse himself by tormenting her a little bit, just to see her squirm under his crimson gaze as her cheeks start to turn a similar color. It's so fascinating to him that such a strong little lady could also be such a timid flower.

He may, for the sake of his whims, ask her to lift something heavy for him, even if he can lift it himself, of course essentially extorting her with his usual "You wouldn't deny a guest of honor, would you?"

He will find it even more amusing when she blushes and lifts the object one-handedly without even wavering, contrary to her stuttering and awkward disposition. How darling~

Just to see her fall apart more, he will gush about her remarkable strength with a slow, rather gleeful simper on his lips as the young maiden averts her gaze, rubbing her arm while mumbling her thanks for his compliments.

And she isn't so good at responding to praise with confidence, which he is sadistically aware of.

She may have to try to avoid him, but he always loves when his prey runs. It makes the hunt all the sweeter...

🌸

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri clavis #ikepri sariel #ikepri gilbert #ikepri keith #ikepri headcanons #ikemen prince headcanons

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loststarphounix · 5 months

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Soudam Dragon!Kazuichi AU

Kazuichi is a Dragon (metal/fire hybrid) tasked with guarding the Grand Duchess Sonia. Crowned Princess Chiaki, Sonia’s girlfriend, sends her best friend and knight Hajime on a quest to rescue Sonia from the dragon.

Hajime is at first hesitant to go out and fight a dragon - he could die Chiaki!- but she promises to help hook him up with the neighboring kingdom’s Prince Nagito and Hajime reluctantly agrees.

Along the way he encounters Fuyuhiko - a rogue with past ties to one of the most dangerous underground clans in the Kingdom, his ‘protector’ Lady Peko, who’s swordsmanship is unmatch and Gundham Tanaka, a supposed Dark Mage who hasn’t undertaken the final ritual to be recognized as such but is still very powerful.

The four band together and venture to the Keep where the Duchess is being held captive. As they search the first floor of the castle, they try to form a plan on how to handle the dragon, when Kazuichi in full dragon form comes upon them. They decide to just go for it and try to attack, but their blows are useless and Kazuichi chases them around the castle. The group is split up and Hajime and Gundham are cornered.

Just before the horrible beast can open its mouth and devours them, Gundham suddenly calls out:

“What a magnificent specimen!”

Hajime is just staring at him because now is not the time to fawn over an animal Tanaka! This isn’t the first time this idiot almost got him and the others killed or maimed over his fondness for animals. But he notices how the dragon is now staring at them in what seems like confounded surprise and he can only watch as the Mage steps forward unafraid. It seems to confuse the dragon even more, as it backs away skittishly.

“Your coloring is simply astounding! Duskrose coupled with nightshade black, but reflects brilliant diamonds of soft pinks and purples. How marvelous!”

“Your wings are stupendous! The horns upon your head shine like polished obsidian!”

“Your claws are a true testament of your endurance, for few beasts I have encountered have such wicked talons that can spark wildfires effortlessly!”

“Such a fine specimen of the more fairer draconic breed! It is rare to see such a damsel all alone. Such magnificent brilliance!”

And through all of this, the dragon is swaying - fluttering its wings, stretching its neck and tossing its head. But there is a deepening color of the flesh of its throat and Hajime fears its preparing to breath fire on them, but Gundham continues to talk and is now close to said flint like claw. It’s about twice as long as he was.

“But a damsel so young shouldn’t be in such dreary conditions but free to rule the skies!”

Now the dragon lowers its head towards him and Hajime nearly faints as a half lidded large eye stares the taller man down. It’s lid flutters and Hajime frowns because he gets the distinct impression that it just -

“Such brilliance!” The Mage exclaims again, staring deeply into the larger eye. “A gemstone would crack and weep when faced with your illustrious gaze! Such beautiful rose quartz the likes this realm could never duplicate -”

That’s when the dragon lets out what sounds like a coo - an honest to god, fucking coo-, bats its eyelashes at him, before it puffs a bit of smoke so that it envelopes around Gundham in the suspicious shape of a heart.

Hajime immediately panics. And so does Gundham because now he’s stuttering, blushing, as he slowly tries to back away while trying to cover his face. It's no use because the dragon just slowly inches forward every time he takes a step back and is letting out a low rumble.

“I-It appears that - There seems to have been a miscommunication -!”

Is all he gets out, before he is then gingerly grabbed by the front of his shirt and lifted off the ground. He’s ragdolled in the air by the dragon, who happily purrs as he turns and stomps away with his prize. The Mage seems shocked at the now obvious turn of events and Hajime just dips. He’ll save the Mage later.

#there’s more but it’s not connected coherently enough #so stay tuned for that #sdr2 #danganronpa 2 #goodbye despair #danganronpa #soudam #soudam headcanon #kazuichi soda #gundham tanaka #hajime hinata #its like the dragon scene from the first Shrek movie

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morally-grey-girlbosses · 9 months

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Bracket is up! Matchups are in text form under the cut. Reminder that all of these matchups were chosen randomly, and that this bracket will be run in a double elimination style, so a character failing out in round one does NOT prevent them from proceeding into the tournament.

Ursula Boulton (Merge Mansion) vs. Betty Grof (Adventure Time)

Evelyn Wang (Everything Everywhere All At Once) vs. The Coin / Boss (Blaseball)

Morgan Le Fay (Fate) vs. Edelgard Von Hresvelg (Fire Emblem: Three Houses)

IMOGEN (Stellar Firma) vs. Amalexia (Elder Scrolls)

Maeby Funke (Arrested Development) vs. Manon Blackbeak (Throne of Glass)

Taylor Hebert / Skitter (Worm) vs. GLaDOS / Caroline (Portal)

Cleo DeNile (Monster High) vs. Nico Robin (One Piece)

Helen Richardson / The Distortion (The Magnus Archives) vs. Calanthe (The Witcher)

Irving Braxiatel (Thieves & Tardises) vs. Nefera DeNile (Monster High)

Alina Starkov (Shadow & Bone) vs. Lady Barbrey Dustin (A Song Of Ice & Fire)

Eclipsa Butterfly (Star vs. the Forces of Evil) vs. Jennifer Check (Jennifer’s Body)

Moira O’Deorain (Overwatch) vs. Captain Jack Sparrow (Pirates of the Carribbean)

Iron Maiden Jeanne (Shaman King) vs. Artemis (Greek Myth)

Tomie Kawakami (Tomie) vs. Dame Obsidian (Murdle)

Rachel (Animorphs) vs. Juri Han (Street Fighter)

Shego (Kim Possible) vs. Asajj Ventress (Star Wars)

Tabitha Scarlet (Scarlet Hollow) vs. Morte Asherah (Sands of Destruction)

Theresa (Fable) vs. Morgana Pendragon/Le Fey (BBC Merlin)

Nailgun Sue (IRL) vs. The Witch (Into the Woods)

Chara / The Fallen Human (Undertale) vs. Nimona (Nimona)

Klaasje Amandou (Disco Elysium) vs. Margot “gottiewrites” Garcia (An Unauthorized Fan Treatise)

Prince Ianthe Naberius the First, the Lyctor Prince, the Saint of Awe, previously known as Ianthe Tridentarius, the Princess of Ida, heir to the House of the Third, Mouth of the Emperor, the Procession, House of the Shining Dead (The Locked Tomb) vs. Baru Cormorant (The Masquerade Series)

Anna Croft (Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint) vs. Sailor Galaxia (Sailor Moon)

Ms. Pauling (Team Fortress 2) vs. Lady Alcina Dimitrescu (Resident Evil)

Charlie Magne/Morningstar (Hazbin Hotel) vs. Vriska Serket (Homestuck)

Willie Jack (Reservation Dogs) vs. Gretchen Klein (The Wilds)

Rachel (Tower of God) vs. Galadriel (Lord of the Rings)

Charlie (Don’t Starve) vs. Pomegranate Cookie (Cookie Run)

Rose Quartz / Pink Diamond (Steven Universe) vs. Filo (Shield Hero)

Tokiko Shigure (Ai: The Somnium Files) vs. Sandy (TokiDoki Cactus Friends)

Shion Sonozaki (Higurashi When They Cry) vs. Banica Conchita (Evillious Chronicles)

Mima (Touhou) vs. Yūko Ichihara (xxxHolic)

Yuno Gasai (Future Diary) vs. Laerynn Coramar-Seelie (Critical Role)

Riza Hawkeye (Fullmetal Alchemist) vs. Granny Weatherwax (Discworld)

Catherine Earnshaw (Wuthering Heights) vs. Susie Haltmann (Kirby: Planet Robobot)

Lae’Zel (Baldur’s Gate 3) vs. Starlight Glimmer (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic)

Dr. Frank-N-Furter (Rocky Horror Picture Show) vs. Angela (Library of Ruina)

Miranda Vanderbilt (Monster Prom) vs. Jinx (Arcane / League of Legends)

Rose Thorburn Jr. (Pact) vs. Eva (Umineko When They Cry)

Empress Phillipa Georgiou (Star Trek) vs. Shiv Roy (Succession)

Paige Duplass (The Silt Verses) vs. Akua Sahelian (A Practical Guide to Evil)

Poison Ivy (DCEU) vs. Nickel (IDW Transformers)

Joyce Messier (Disco Elysium) vs. Reagan Ridley (Inside Job)

Kalina (Fantasy High) vs. MegaGirl (Starship)

Sloane Parker (Eidolon Playtest) vs. Power (Chainsaw Man)

Marcille Donato (Dungeon Meshi) vs. Raiden Ei / Beelzebul (Genshin)

Patty Bladell (Insatiable) vs. Remy “Thirteen” Hadley (House MD)

Tanya von Degurechaff (The Saga of Tanya the Evil) vs. Fang Runin (The Poppy War)

Nomi Malone (Showgirls) vs. Han Sooyoung (Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint)

Wu Zetian (The Iron Widow) vs. Lariska (Bionicle)

Teresa Agnes (Maze Runner) vs. Emma Perkins (Hatchetfield Series)

Lucrecia Mux / Maligula (Psychonauts) vs. Nadja of Antipaxos (What We Do In The Shadows)

Akako Koizumi (Magic Kaito) vs. Junko Enoshima (Danganronpa)

Blackberry (Chicory: A Colorful Tale) vs. Malva (Pokemon)

Vermouth (Detective Conan) vs. Kumoko / Shiraori (So I’m a Spider So What)

Eleanor (Do Revenge) vs. Bryony Halbech (Red Valley)

Asuka Langley Soryu (Neon Genesis Evangelion) vs. Terezi Pyrope (Homestuck)

Leliana (Dragon Age) vs. Archbishop Rhea/Seiros (Fire Emblem: Three Houses)

Grimora (Inscryption) vs. Anthy Himemiya (Revolutionary Girl Utena)

Audrey Redheart (Wandersong) vs. Kyoko Sakura (Puella Magi Madoka Magic)

Fujiko Mine (Lupin III) vs. O-Ren Ishii (Kill Bill)

Anne (WOE.BEGONE) vs. Gwendolyn Poole (Marvel Comics)

Lappland Saluzzo (Arknights) vs. Avrana Kern (Children of Time)

Harley Quinn (DCEU) vs. Cassandra Jones (Rise of the TMNT)

Faith Lehane (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) vs. Rosalyne-Kruzchka Lohefalte / La Signora (Genshin Impact)

Revan (Star Wars) vs Rue Kuroha / Princess Kraehe (Princess Tutu)

Eve (The Bible) vs. Prospera Mercury (Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch From Mercury)

May Angelica Jones Goodwin (It Takes Two) vs. Elle Williams (The Last of Us)

Marina (Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas) vs. Naksu / Mudeok (Alchemy of Souls)

Patrick Bateman (American Psycho) vs. Sucre (OFF)

SHODAN (System Shock) vs. Cocolia (Honkai: Star Rail)

Alana Bloom (NBC Hannibal) vs. Halea Haumea (Phantomarine)

Delirium of the Endless (The Sandman) vs. Arcee (IDW Transformers)

Morganthe (Wizard 101) vs. Wu Zetian (History)

Jude Duarte (Folk of the Air) vs. Miranda Pryce (Wolf 359)

Perihelion/ART (The Murderbot Diaries) vs. Kanamori Sayaka (Keep your Hands off Eizouken!)

Princess Bonnibel Bubblegum (Adventure Time) vs. Anais Watterson (The Amazing World of Gumball)

Croix Meridies (Little Witch Academia) vs. Lady Macbeth (Macbeth)

Harrowhark Nonagesmius (The Locked Tomb) vs. Big Mama (Rise of the TMNT)

Katherine Pierce (The Vampire Diaries) vs. White Gladys the Orca (IRL)

Doctor Carmilla (Doctor Carmilla & the Mechanisms) vs. The Handler (Umbrella Academy)

Catra (She-Ra & The Princesses of Power) vs. Liliana Vess (Magic: The Gathering)

Jasnah Kholin (Stormlight Archive) vs. Liraz (Daughter of Smoke & Bone)

Lilith Clawthorne (TOH) vs. Medea (Greek Myth)

Odin (The Bifrost Incident) vs. Enma Ai (Jigoku Shoujo)

Mordred (Fate) vs. Nana Daiba (Revue Starlight)

Beatrice (Umineko When They Cry) vs. Hester Shaw (Mortal Engines)

Balalaika (Black Lagoon) vs. Any Female Praying Mantis (IRL)

Veronica Sawyer (Heathers) vs. W (Arknights)

Angelica Pickles (Rugrats/All Grown Up) vs. Eleanor Guthry (Black Sails)

Asha Rahiro (Kubera One Last God) vs. Willow Rosenberg (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

The Administrator (Team Fortress 2) vs. Shadowheart (Baldur’s Gate 3)

Noi (Dorohedro) vs. Leopardstar (Warrior Cats)

Sue Miley (Your Turn to Die) vs. Beatrix Kiddo (Kill Bill)

Juliette Cai (These Violent Delights) vs. Rat God (Mad Rat Dead)

Petra Solano (Jane the Virgin) vs. Kycilia Zabi (Mobile Suit Gundam)

Franziska Von Karma (Ace Attorney) vs. Monika (Doki Doki Literature Club)

Anne Boleyn (History) vs. Cinder Fall (RWBY)

Kokomi Teruhashi (Disastrous life of Saiki K) vs. Major Margaret Houlihan (M*A*S*H)

Mrs. Lovett (Sweeney Todd) vs. Enyo (Granblue Fantasy)

Claudia (Interview with the Vampire) vs. Essun/Syenite/Damaya (Broken Earth Trilogy)

Lady Eboshi (Princess Mononoke) vs. Lady Maria of the Astral Clocktower (Bloodborne)

Entrapta (She-Ra & The Princesses of Power) vs. Ilsa Faust (Mission: Impossible)

Princess Azula (Avatar: The Last Airbender) vs. Dahlia Hawthorne (Ace Attorney)

Samantha Groves / Root (Person of Interest) vs. Charlotte “Lottie” Matthews (Yellowjackets)

Shanoa (Castlevania) vs. Sally Reed (Barry)

Evil Lynn (He-Man) vs. Makima (Chainsaw Man)

Mabel Pines (Gravity Falls) vs. Raphaella La Coginzi (Doctor Carmilla & The Mechanisms)

Edalyn Clawthorne (The Owl House) vs. Yennefer of Vengerberg (The Witcher)

Toriel Dreemurr (Undertale) vs. Monaco (Hetalia: Axis Powers)

Elizabeth Swann (Pirates of the Carribbean) vs. Vala Mal Doran (Stargate)

Wanda Maximoff (MCU) vs. Adelina Amouteru (Young Elites)

Mapleshade (Warrior Cats) vs. Amy Dunne (Gone Girl)

Gertrude Robinson (The Magnus Archives) vs. Hornet (Hollow Knight)

Homura Akemi (Puella Magi Madoka Magica) vs. PearlescentMoon (Double Life SMP)

Lady Bone Demon (Lego Monkie Kid) vs. Annabeth Chase (Percy Jackson Series)

Jung Sun Ah (Devil Judge) vs. Muu Kusonoski (Milgram)

Romanadvoratrelundar (Doctor Who) vs. Electra (Starlight Express)

Rouge the Bat (Sonic the Hedgehog) vs. Akane Kurashiki (Zero Escape)

Wen Qing (The Untamed) vs. Yubel (Yu-Gi-Oh)

Ponyo (Ponyo) vs. Renata Glasc (League of Legends)

Aubrey (OMORI) vs. Menou (The Executioner and Her Way of Life)

Olivia Octavius (Into the Spiderverse) vs. Anna Limon (Mabel)

HG Wells (Warehouse 13) vs. The Shapeshifter (Odd Squad)

Miles “Tails” Prowler (Sonic the Hedgehog) vs. Isabella (Promised Neverland)

Riley Grace Davis / Bonesaw (Worm) vs. The Fairy Godmother (Shrek 2)

Misty Quigley (Yellowjackets) vs. Nami (One Piece)

Olivier Mira Armstrong (Fullmetal Alchemist) vs. Lucretia (The Adventure Zone: Balance)

#poll #tournament poll

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nucleo-bang-tan · 19 hours

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The Uisa's Daughter | Chapter 11: Her Unfriendly Friend.

Pairing/s: Kim Taehyung X Reader, Future!Jeon Jungkook X Reader, Slight!Min Yoongi X Reader

Genre: Medieval Korea AU, Mystery, Strangers to Lovers, Angst, Smut

Rating/s: 18+ Mature Themes

Warning/s: blood, violence against a child, Yoongi following reader everywhere (I mean everywhere), sneaking out, exhibitionism (kind of), squirting, choking, sex on the grass (fertilizer oop), piggyback ride, pet names, a shock at the end ╥﹏╥

Summary: In the 1700s, the Jeon Dynasty spread all across the Korean peninsula. Happiness quadrupled with the founder Emperor's presence, or so it seemed. Secrets scattered over the palace in the capital city, Hanseong were known to none except a few.

Chapter Summary: Turns out your new bodyguard isn't that bad. Your lover still wants to prove himself but he's not your lover for long.

A/n: This is just a filler i guess. And if you can't guess what the italicized sentences are... well, can't help you.

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Prologue Teaser Chapter I Chapter II

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"Good morning, child. Who might you be?" The older lady inquired lovingly.

Your 5-year-old self was lingering around the palace courtyard after your father had asked you not to bother him while he conversed with the Emperor.

You had caught sight of a small pup and followed it all the way to where you were now.

The aforementioned lady wore her pitch-black hair in an updo, which you were sure couldn't be replicated on your short hair. Her smile reminded you of a bunny. Everything down to her hanbok was beautiful, it was decorated with embroidered pink flowers.

You looked at the canine skipping towards the said lady. "Father told me to not talk to strangers. I am sorry, I must take my leave."

The woman watched you, amused as you tried to navigate back to the King's private study.

Reluctantly, you asked, "I am not talking to you but could you lead me to the King's study?"

"Oh, but you are talking to me, aren't you?"

"This does not count. I am asking you directions." You pouted.

"See, you talked to me now!" The lady laughed.

You grew frustrated and began to burst into tears.

The woman panicked, "No, I am no stranger, honey."

"W-Who are you?" Your naive self asked the person who claimed to know you.

"I am the King's wife. I have known you since you were a tiny infant." She smiled and bent down to lift you up.

You gasped, "The Queen?"

Her melodious laughter once again filled the courtyard, "Don't be afraid, dear. I am here to introduce you to someone."

She pointed to a pillar. What you didn't fail to notice was a kid, likely 5 years older than you, peeking his head full of obsidian black hair and glancing at you with his doe-like brown eyes.

"He has been meaning to speak with you but he is quite timid." She said, gesturing for the older kid to come out from his not-so-obscure place, "This is my son."

Her son walked slowly, eyes catching everything but your own, and came to a halt where the two of you stood.

She set you on your feet and placed a caring hand on both of your heads, "I'll leave you both to it then. Ask Eunuch Kang if you need anything."

You turned to him. Surprisingly, he didn't carry himself as a prince. You assumed he had a lot of pride inherited from his father but he looked simple and humble much like his mother.

"Do you want to play with Bam?" He asked being unsure of himself.

"That's Bam?" You asked pointing your finger at the pup who decided to run in circles around the little prince.

"Yes, mother brought him for me. She says it's good to grow up with pets, although, father says the opposite."

The prince picked the dog up and carried it close to his chest. You playfully tickled Bam.

The royal chuckled, "How are you so tiny?"

"Uh, because Bam is a puppy. I think you should know that." You stated snappily.

"No silly, I am talking about you. I suppose the same logic applies to you?" He teased as you frowned.

The two of you played around a lot that fine day. Annoying the chefs by sneakily taking a few sweets, earning a sigh from the gardener as the prince picked out a few flowers for you to wear, and testing the durability of the guards' armors.

He showed you around the palace, which he was sure you'd forget. Unbeknownst to him, you were relatively smarter and mapped your way back to the study where your father and the King were chatting.

You looked out the window, the sun had already set, which meant your father and you would return home.

"I see you have met the little prince." The King laughed. It echoed around the high ceilings of the room. It was not anything like the Queen's beautiful laugh, rather, it was quite scary.

He patted his lap, which meant that he demanded you to sit on it. You had no choice but to do what delighted him. Of course, your father would prefer to stay silent, if he cared, that is.

The prince, in contrast to his father's expression, held an angered one. He held your wrist to stop you, "Stop, don't feed into his disgusting thoughts."

"What did you say you insolent boy?" The Emperor rose from his chair, the force tumbling it over.

Before you could process anything, you heard a loud thud followed by blood being strewed on your face followed by another thud.

The King had punched the poor prince so forcefully that his ring pierced through his soft skin and left his cheek bleeding. The young lad was rendered unconscious by this blow.

"I should not find you with that boy, under any circumstances, is that clear?" Your father cut your line of sight.

"Leave me alone with my son, I need to teach him a lesson." The King fumed from his wrath.

"No, no-" You finally came to your senses and when you did, you were bawling your eyes out.

"What did you do? Wake up....." You realized you didn't even know his name.

It was you who woke up instead. Panting, covered in a sheen of sweat. It was that dream again.

You weren't sure if it was a dream or a memory being played back to you. But you had had this dream a couple of times, and every time you did, you remembered every single detail.

You groan remembering last night. You fought with your father for not trusting you. You were sure he wouldn't hit you for your insolence because he had a reputation to uphold in front of Min Yoongi.

Speaking of Min Yoongi, he was supposed to follow your every step and protect you. Oh, but how could you forget the most important thing, report things back to your father and the King.

You chuckled bitterly, this was going to be very difficult. You had gotten so used to Taehyung being around, that it would be practically unbearable for you to be without him. A few days, sure, but we were talking about an indefinite amount of time.

A firm knock pulled you out of your thoughts. You didn't recognise this knock.

"I suppose you're up by now?" A voice asked from behind the metal-wood door.

"You can come in, I have no solitude in this household." You replied.

Min Yoongi entered the room with a bright face somehow; even when his cat-like eyes still gave a dark expression.

"Good morning, kitten." He chimed.

You gave a clear sham smile, "Good morning, indeed, now that you are here."

"That attitude will take you places, I am positive."

"Please, do not bother me."

"Its afternoon, Hoseok told me to invite you to the dining room for lunch." He was on first name basis with your chef already?

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You sat under your favourite tree in the garden reading a medicine journal that your father gave you to memorise. Usually you would love something like this, but today was not usual.

Min Yoongi stood in the sun 'guarding you', probably getting a sun stroke, or probably not, just because he was so fit. He probably had a lot of days where he trained in the sun.

"You do know, I am perfectly safe in my own home, Mr Min."

"Wouldn't want you to die, that would be a sad story to tell." He replied snarkily.

"Like I said..." You continued being ever-so-slightly annoyed, "I am safe in my house, you can have a chat with Mr Jung or some other thing."

"No, I'd rather watch you." He smiled lopsidedly.

You huffed in pure annoyance. You weren't going to bear any of this. You strutted through the hallways with him following close behind you. Finally reaching the kitchen, you called out for your best friend.

"Mr Jung? May I speak with you?"

Hoseok wasn't shocked, he knew this was inevitable. He sighed, "I am not going to keep Yoongi busy for you."

This was going to be very difficult.

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You looked at the sun's position, it was almost time for you to meet Taehyung near the river. You weren't going to tolerate your new bodyguard stopping you or even catching you whilst you went to meet your lover.

"Mr Min?" You asked closing your journal and catching the attention of the man blankly staring at the sky.

"What is it, kitten?"

"I wish to take a bath." You said dusting your hanbok.

"I don't believe I will be the one to bath you." He raised his eyebrows.

You sighed, "Well, you could atleast go and ask the maids to prepare a bath for me?"

Yoongi was perpetually tired of standing in the sun and figured it would be best if he went under some shade, even if it was for a while. So he agreed and went to go look for your maids inside the house.

This was the ideal time to sneak out. One last glance at your bodyguard and you were already inching slowly towards the gates of the establishment you were supposed to call 'home'.

Yoongi was stumped, he didn't know where to find the maids. So he decided to ask his only friend about it.

Entering the kitchen he asked, "Hey, Hoseok-ssi, Y/N wishes to take a bath. Where are th-"

"You left her by herself?" Hoseok asked in distress.

"Don't worry. She's in the garden."

"No, no, no. You can't leave her alone at this hour!"

"What do you mean?" Yoongi was now alarmed.

"She may slip out of the house!" Yoongi wasted no time in hastening back to the garden.

Surely enough, you were no where to be seen. He immediately rushed out of the house to see you steadily close the gates.

"Y/N!"

Alright, now seemed like a perfect time to panic and run. And that's what you did. You didn't dare to look back at him and assumed he was chasing you.

You were very wrong to think you could outrun an exceptionally healthy man in his late 20s. It was quite effortless for him to grab your arm and turn you around.

"Well, caught you, kitten."

You squirmed and tried your very best to get out of his grip much to no avail.

"Where were you leaving to, huh?" The man who caught you, asked.

"I don't suppose you have any business knowing of it." You spat.

"Oh, I do. Your father will be informed of this." He said tugging you back inside the property.

"No, fuck no. I beg you, anything but that." You tried to free your wrist from his grasp.

"Careful with your language, kitten. And your father will know of it."

"I'll tell you!" This made Yoongi stop in his tracks and look at you, "I'll tell you where I was headed to, if you don't tell my father."

He scoffed.

"Please, I'll do anything. Don't let him know."

"Anything?" He smirked. You gulped knowing well that he could have ulterior motives. But you still nodded.

"Take me there. Take me where you were headed."

"What?" Was all you could say. You didn't want him to discover Taehyung. The fear of what Yoongi might possibly tell the King almost had you shivering.

"I won't even mention of this to anyone as promised. Not your father, not the stupid King."

"How could talk of the Emperor like that?" You whispered checking around you if there were any ears.

"I have heard the stories; of what he makes you do. Don't act so loyal, I know you hate him too."

"You work for him!"

"I don't work for anyone, I work for the money." He said, nonchalant. "So take me there."

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You were at the rendezvous point, the lake-side forest where Taehyung had always asked you to meet him. But today, unfolded a quite peculiar scene.

You could see the annoyance seething from Taehyung. Who was this unnamed man and why was he brought to the secret meet-up point?

You stood between your lover and your bodyguard who at once decided to enter into a staring contest with each other.

You tried clearing your throat to grab their attention and possibly break the staring spree much to no avail.

"Taehyung, this is Min Yoongi, my bodyguard." You tried to break the silence.

Taehyung smirked, "Nice to meet you, Yoongi."

The other man scoffed, "And you are?"

"I'm Taehyung, her lo-"

You cut him off, "My friend! This is Taehyung, my friend."

Taehyung held your hand reassuringly, "Y/n's lover." He stated.

You groaned with disbelief. You knew well that this would be directly reported to the King in some way even when Yoongi said he wouldn't.

"Fine by me." Yoongi shrugged, "I'm just here to protect her."

Taehyung speaks with a certain weight on his words, "I don't think, I'm the one you need to worry about, Min Yoongi."

Yoongi doesn't press or question anything because he somehow knew he was alluding to King Jeon and your own father.

"Why did you bring him here, again? Taehyung questions you.

"I just told her, I would inform her father of her failed attempt to sneak out." Yoongi speaks.

Taehyung narrowed his eyes and let out a chuckle. He walked behind you and wrapped his arms protectively around your waist making you blush profusely at the display of affection in front of someone else.

Placing his chin on your shoulder he looked at Yoongi and said, "I can never let anyone, and I mean anyone interfere between us." Taehyung says as if stating a law.

"Never said I wished to interfere." Yoongi backed away and decided to stand guard a few meters away with his back facing the both of you.

As soon as Yoongi turned his back towards you, Taehyung placed a kiss on your neck, while rocking you side to side slightly.

"Taehyung!" You whispered, blushing more at your lover's affection.

Taehyung hummed in response as he buried his face further in the crook of your neck.

"We can't do this right now, Mr. Min is right there!"

"Do you remember what I told you about men? None of them have a pure mind, Yoongi is no exception. I can see that he fancies you."

"Taehyung, I don't adore him like that at all."

"I know you don't, but I want to let him know you belong to me."

"What are you suggesting?" You asked, still whispering.

He turned you around and without wasting a second, kissed you.

His kisses were always, tender yet passionate but today? They were possesive, as if he was trying to prove himself worthy of you. You couldn't help but moan slightly into the kiss.

" That's right, Y/n. Let him know." Taehyung pulled away, "I want you to moan as loud as you can." He requested.

He laid you down onto the grass, soft beneath you as Taehyung's hands explored your quiet, yet submissive body.

His lips found yours, and you responded with a shy gasp, heart racing under his tender touch as he gently parted your thighs.

Taehyung's hands roamed over your comparitively petite frame, teasing your sensitive spots through the thick fabric of your hanbok.

He knew how dumb you got for his cock. He knew you would let him do this. But he wasn't all shameless, he just pulled his pants and undergarments down slightly, just enough to pull his length out.

"Come on, Y/n. I know you want it. Ask for it."

"I- please, Taehyung." You whispered.

His hands found their way to your neck, applying a slight yet firm pressure; something you figured Taehyung enjoyed a lot. You weren't complaining because your neck fit so snug in his grip. The power dynamic made you gush.

"It's not me that needs to hear it, it's him. So louder. Let him know how much you crave me being inside you."

You tilted your head just enough to peek at Yoongi. He wasn't looking and didn't seem like he had any intentions to. But you could see him shifting his weight from leg to leg, which he never did before.

Yoongi seemed impatient.

"Say it, Y/n." Taehyung urged.

You took a breath and said in a voice that was just enough to let Yoongi hear without an issue, "Please... Taehyung. I want you."

You could see Yoongi's breath hitching as he got more impatient.

With one swift motion, Taehyung pulled the skirt of your hanbok down just enough to reveal your glistening pussy for him. Both of your footwear long gone.

He smirked, "Does this make you wet? Your bodyguard being a few meters away from us while I fuck you?"

You nod, a gesture that seemed way too cute to Taehyung.

He leaned down and kissed you after muttering a quick, "God, I love you so much." His kiss was still possesive.

You jutted your hips upwards and whined, "Taehyung, please. I want you inside of me."

He chuckled, "Yeah? I shall give what my queen needs."

With those words, he pushed his length inside of you entirely. The intrusion made you roll your eyes as Taehyung had to hold himself up. The pleasure, heck, the feeling of being so close was too much for the both of you.

Over the time, you had realized that Taehyung was much more than an ordinary farmer's boy who just happened to be handsome.

Your lover had secrets, he somehow knew every happening and every dark event that the aristocrats hid.

The rebellious son of the Cha family? Taehyung knew that he didn't just disappear, it was his father who had sent him off, disowned him.

The daughter of Hwang household? She got pregnant before her marriage resulting in her 'untimely death.'

You knew Taehyung had to be involved with these high class people somehow.

A particularly harsh pull on your bottom lip by the aforementioned man got you back to the present.

"Are you alright, princess?" He asked. No matter how rough he got, he always asked if you were alright.

"Please move..."

He slowly pulled his length halfway out only to thrust it back in. "How are you so tight? I assumed that I had fucked you enough."

Taehyung's brown eyes were filled with determination, an urge to prove himself where he didn't need to.

He fondled your breasts through the thick fabric of your top. His hips snapped into yours, slowly yet powerfully.

"T-Tae.."

"Yes, princess? Do you want more?"

"Please faster." You shut your eyes, the pleasure almost bringing you over the edge.

His hips picked up pace and the sound of your skin slapping was too obvious to not be heard by Yoongi.

But this wasn't close enough for Taehyung, he wished to be deeper inside of you. He lifted your legs and put them over his shoulders. You knew Taehyung loved to try new things and you loved them just as well.

You could feel the tip of Taehyung's dick brushed against your cervix at this angle. Your moans became more and more erratic.

When you did open your eyes, you saw a man, you saw someone you loved so much that it hurt being away from him. His tan skin reflecting the setting sun perfectly and his fully set on yours.

His hair was stuck to his forehead due to the sweat and you couldn't help but reach out and touch his cheek.

At that very moment, a gush of fluid. The pleasure was so intense you blacked out for a quick second.

You had never read about this, probably because the female body wasn't explored or documented much.

Taehyung looked down, you had just squirted on his cock. "Shit, that was so, so beautiful. Princess, I love you."

Taehyung had experienced this before, but never with you.

You were tired and Taehyung could sense that. He wasn't too far behind on coming deep into your womb.

"You did so well, my love." He placed his forehead against yours, nose rubbing against yours.

"I love you, Taehyung." You muttered, being way too tired.

"I love you more than you think." He pecked your lips before helping you pull up your skirt. "You can rest now." He caressed your hair.

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Taehyung carried you on his back to the edge of the forest. You were asleep.

Yoongi walked besides him. The two men had clear distaste towards each other but decided to keep quiet about it.

"I know you love her, but how long do you plan on continuing this exactly?" Yoongi asked.

"Till my last breath. Even then, I would not go to the afterlife. I'll stay on this Earth as a spirit." Taehyung said, stopping before just before the exit of the forest. He couldn't carry you further in the open.

"The King, do you know how much he wants her?" The older man asked.

"I do, but I would never let him get her."

Yoongi scoffed, "That useless man would stop at nothing to have her."

Taehyung's ears perked at the disrespect towards the ruler. He smirked knowing Yoongi was possibly on his side.

"I heard you were the King's son, the prince's half brother. Is that true?" Taehyung inquired.

"Yeah, I may or may not be."

"Listen to me, Min Yoongi. The King needs to be killed, tortured even. He has never treated Y/n kindly." Taehyung stated.

"You don't know his power."

Taehyung and Yoongi started yet another battle of staring.

"I don't care." Taehyung replied snarkily.

"Let me just tell you this, Kim Taehyung. King Jeon is going to marry her and it's going to be soon." Yoongi sighs.

"What do you mean by that?" Taehyung knew this was more than just a hollow warning to him.

He tensed up and his grip on your thighs tightened, making you stir.

"Taehyung?"

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You and Yoongi had walked towards the Kim household and you got home before your father did, as always.

After dinner you asked Yoongi to follow you to your room. And he did as you said, sitting on the floor of your room in a seiza stance.

You sat in front of him, "You don't have to sit so formally, you know."

"I know I don't need to, but I want to."

"I am sorry." You bowed to him, head on the floor.

Yoongi tried to stay nonchalant when he asked you the reason.

"Taehyung can be a bit too much at times." You say raising your head. "I know you heard us and it may not have been pleasant. But know, that I meant no disrespect."

He chuckled, "I know you didn't, kitten. But he sure did."

You smile at the light heartedness.

But you could hear footsteps from the other side of the door.

It was a habit you had picked up since your parents never gave you any kind of privacy. They never knocked or asked before entering. The way your father walked, the soft creaks of the wooden floor, everything was etched into your memory.

Their footsteps were the only indicator that they were entering your room.

And you proved yourself right when your father opened the door without any second thought.

He frowned looking at the both of you. "I see, you have told her."

"Not yet, Mr. Kim." Yoongi replied.

"Ah, not yet? Well, do tell her. She needs to leave tomorrow morning."

"Tell me what, father?" You asked.

He looked extremely worried, "Yoongi, please do tell her. I'll leave you two to it." Saying this he closed the door and left. The soft creaks slowly fading.

"Well?" You asked.

Yoongi couldn't bring enough courage to look into your eyes, "I don't have a choice, do I?"

Yoongi sighed, "The King found out that your father is a spy for the enemy."

You would have laughed if Yoongi wasn't so serious. Your father and King Jeon were extremely close.

So close that at times, your father forgot that you were his daughter and let the King hold you in front of him.

"What are you talking about?" You tilt your head in confusion.

"Mr. Kim has been working undercover for the past 25 years."

"He had married my mother more than 20 years ago. And he had me as well. Do you even know what you are suggesting?"

Yoongi clenched his jaw, "Marrying your mother and having you was just a part of his plan. King Jeon doesn't take kindly to treason."

Your face felt numb and you seemed that you couldn't breath at the information.

Maybe you were just dreaming and your mind was playing weird tricks on you. But the pain in your chest signified that it was real.

"What do you- what do you mean?" You asked.

"The King gave Mr. Kim two choices."

He paused for a while.

"Let the King marry you, or he publicly executes both of your parents for treason."

You held your head in your hands trying to process it all. This was real, this was happening and you were in the present.

"I am going to let you guess what your father chose."

#bts smut #bts fic #kim taehyung #new writer boost #park jimin #bts taehyung #bts #bts fanfic #jeon jungkook #jeongguk #nucleo-bang-tan

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thatninjacat27 · 2 months

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Roleswap With the Keys Idea

(makes some references to the Key roles post I made a while ago)

Silvie (Silver) swapped with Chase. Bron (Bronze) swapped with Deacon. Violetta(Violet) swapped with Buddy. Goldie (Gold the hero key) is the older sibling(I picture the hero key as a lady despite probably going to be a guy.) Oberon (Obsidian the villain key) is the older sibling too.) (Goldie and Oberon are twins.) Trevor (Trevor the Everyman key) is probably a middle sibling.) Oberon, Violetta, and Trevor were separated from Goldie, Bron, and Silvie when they were babies. The story will be similar as maybe one of their parents has cancer but different as they discover how exactly their family ties with Ex Libris and learn about their missing siblings. They all look similar with differences. Chase and Deacon are still cousins. Chase and Buddy still have that rivalry(?) going on and are not related. I keep thinking about how Silver and Bronze were reunited and I think about how Chase and Deacon would be reunited in the au. Very similar circumstances and Chase would call him Dorkin but they’d still hug with Deacon being slightly suspicious of Silvie.

Appearances:

Bron would still have green eyes and brown hair. Goldie has blond really yellow (sunflower or hay looking) hair. She also has really dark blue eyes. Oberon and Violetta have black hair. Silvie has very light blonde hair with a white streak going through. I’m still stuck on the eye colors of Silvie, Oberon, and Violetta. I know Silver has pink eyes but I want to keep some realism with it. Trevor has brown hair and brown eyes.

#cinderella boy #cinderella boy webtoon #role swap au #random thoughts #buddy #chase hollow #deacon #silver #Bronze #alternate universe #my headcanons #headcanons

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valorums · 4 months

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MUSE AESTHETICS

LIST 3-5 THINGS FOR EACH CATEGORY THAT YOU ASSOCIATE WITH YOUR MUSE

EMOTIONS / FEELINGS:

the LONGING of a chronic daydreamer who yearns to experience a fairytale romance for herself.

CHILDLIKE AWE for the galaxy’s countless wonders.

SORROW for the innocent souls who suffer needlessly, whose pain and heartache is experienced as her own.

marrow-deep EXHAUSTION that never seems to end.

the naïve HOPE that tomorrow will be better.

GREETINGS / SAYINGS:

❝ Well, kriff. ❞

❝ Please, call me Shi’al. ❞

❝ It is a pleasure. ❞

COLORS:

PASTEL PINK

SILVER

CERULEAN BLUE

CRIMSON RED

OBSIDIAN BLACK

SCENTS:

ROSES delivered backstage to her dressing room after a triumphant performance

EVENING PRIMROSE from the Jedi Temple gardens

OLD BOOKS AND MANUSCRIPTS that are housed in Chancellor Palpatine’s extensive collection.

ATTIRE:

ballerina TUTUS.

extravagant BALLGOWNS that sparkle in the light.

DRESSES patterned with intricate floral motifs.

RIBBONS woven intricately throughout sunshine curls.

SILKEN PAJAMAS.

OBJECTS:

the THROWING KNIVES given to her as a tenth birthday present by then-Senator Palpatine.

the GOLDEN PENDANT in the shape of the republic’s insignia, worn around her neck every day.

a white steel and silver CROWN crafted to resemble a shining star in the night sky, borne from the diligent paws of a close family friend.

BALLET POINTE SHOES, donned with pride during her time as Prima Ballerina of the Coruscant Opera House.

VICES / BAD HABITS:

the moral and social HYPOCRISY cultivated by a slow transformation into the very thing that she once swore to destroy, reliant entirely upon COGNITIVE DISSONANCE in order to remain in place.

RECKLESSLY wielding her IMMENSE WIT and SHARP TONGUE in the heat of the moment, thus forgetting that her foe is capable of ensuring her destruction.

NAÏVETÉ amidst a well-intentioned desire to believe the best of others, even during times of war.

LONGING for a fairytale romance which is transformed into INSECURITY amidst the passage of time — and, if kept unchecked and unrestrained, burning JEALOUSY.

BODY LANGUAGE:

HEAD TILTING to express curiosity.

lips curling upward into a MISCHEVIOUS SMIRK.

SHOULDERS SQUARING in defiance.

FINGERS STEEPLED upon a desk.

AESTHETICS:

the tempest on the horizon.

the scales of justice, albeit unbalanced.

pure light embodied in a single human soul.

the conversation of a well-rehearsed orchestra.

a pawn maneuvered in the hands of a chessmaster.

SONGS:

THE SLEEPING BEAUTY, ACT 1 VALSE — Tchaikovsky

APPLAUSE — Lady Gaga

MATERIAL GIRL — Madonna

NO BODY, NO CRIME — Taylor Swift

POOR MARIONETTE — Sarah Cothran

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lainpsx · 22 days

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the guards push and heckle me through the streets. the Obsidian Labyrinth, palace of the recently widowed Dragon Queen, looms above. the dragon-men of the avenue shield the eyes of their hatchlings. finally, i enter the throne room. the chief of the guards pushes me to my knees and readies his axe by my throat Dragon Queen: so, the traitor-prince of men thinks to fight against his own kind? no more games. tell me why you fight for my people, knowing we tolerate no humans among us. why leave it all behind just to die? me: *slips out of my enchanted bindings* i am a simple man, my lady. i witnessed injustice, and i strived to end it. as any simple man would.

Dragon Queen, her scales turning pink: fascinating! and who would have thought one born unto man could harness the breath of dragons? me: forgive me my lady, but please move your head to the left. no sooner than she heeds my warning, a blowdart poisoned by the Princess of Spiders is shot on the throne next to her horn. i turn my head and unleash the Thunder of Tyrannius upon the would be assassin.

Dragon Queen, astonished: once more you prove your loyalty to our cause. the seat of the King lies empty. perhaps you may one day be seated upon it. i order you to become my consort, should you prefer dragons to death. Guard Chief: but my lady, the Code forbids it!

Dragon Queen: DAMN THE CODE!!

i give a slight smirk and walk forward towards my bride-to-be

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Masquerade (Chapter 4)

Summary: This is your third season and your aspirations on finding love are dwindling but news on Lady Whistledown’s society pages say that there is to be a foreign royal in attendance to the season. Could this royal dignitary be the one you’ve been waiting for, or could there be a mysterious stranger lurking in the shadows, waiting to pluck your heart for his?

Disclaimer: I do not own Bridgerton nor The Mandalorian- all rights go to the owners and creators of their separate stories.

Warnings: Descriptions of violence and minor blood and wounds- nothing too major. (I tell you, we’re getting into it, I promise!)

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A week had passed since your promenade with the Mandalorian King and the town was abuzz with the news from Lady Whistledown’s society pages.

Suitors from all over the town had come to compete with the monarch for your attention, the allure of stealing the coveted gem of the Mandalorian King’s singular affections too appetizing to not take advantage of.

You had attended balls, soiree’s, luncheons and picnics- you had the pick of the eligible bachelors and yet, there was only one suitor you wished would vie for your affection and he was naught to appear.

Perhaps he had seen the other contenders arriving in droves and was discouraged from courting you or perhaps he had read Whistledown’s report and was disinclined to pursue you from the daunting prospect of competing with a king.

You wished he would visit but the week was soon to end and there had been not one sighting of the mysterious man that you had danced with at Lady Danbury’s gathering, you had given Olivia an apt description of his visage and instructions to inform you of his arrival but your maid came to you with negative reports.

You and Mando had been keeping regular correspondence during the time in which his duties kept him from the social functions of the season. It was kind of him to be so dedicated to courting you and managing to do so even without physical appearances. He was sweet- gentle even when looking past the obsidian claymore strapped to his back constantly and the armored plating that covered him but you yearned for your elusive dance partner on the night of the Danbury ball.

At this rate you were beginning to believe he was a dream you'd concocted in your mind.

You sat on the loveseat in the drawing room with your mother and siblings, surrounded by the lavish gifts of all the suitors that had come to visit, each one more pretentious than the last. Even Colin Bridgerton had made an appearance though you knew the boy well, he was not serious in pursuing you and for that you were glad- otherwise he would have to suffer your imminent rejection partly on Penelope’s behalf, nor did you find the boy attractive.

Your younger siblings sat at the table, enjoying their sandwiches and biscuits as they conversed about some game they were going to play later on in the gardens when the weather warmed. Your father had been present for each of the suitors’ meetings but as the week carried on and the prospects began to dwindle in light of the upcoming events, he took advantage of the somewhat slow day to head to the club for the afternoon while Ryder decided to repay Colin Bridgerton's visit with a meeting of his own with Daphne despite the rumors surrounding her and the Duke of Hastings.

It was some kind of playful feud they were taking part in.

Your mother sat close by and was reading through a novel to pass the time while you distantly plucked at the gossamer pink ribbon of a wrapped gift, eyes cast unseeingly upon a landscape painting of a lush forest. A babbling brook wound through evergreen trees while reflecting the setting sun in a wash of apricot and orange hues and the evening sky was warmed with a wash of pale pinks and blues while pale cream clouds dusted the horizon daintily.

The arrival of Olivia in the drawing room door tore you from your disassociated musings, her bubbly figure and bright smile only served to confuse you and you frowned at her excitement. Michael, the head footman leisured in shortly after Olivia’s whirlwind entrance and you turned your attention to him, setting the half-unlaced gift on top of another in the ever-growing pile beside you as the rest of your family also looked to the footman, “a Mr. Din Djarin to see the young Lady Dalton.”

You gasped, bolting upright at the name. Now Olivia’s sudden arrival made sense, you had forgotten your own orders you had directed to her.

Your mother looked to you in question but stood as well just as the mysterious Din Djarin turned the corner, nervous eyes taking in the lavish surroundings of the drawing room, just as rich and refined as the rest of the house he'd observed beforehand. His gaze shifted from Elaine to your younger siblings and finally to you and you bore witness to the soft smile playing upon his lips as he bowed to you in greeting.

“My Lady.” He rasped kindly, straightening up and without missing a beat, he turned to your mother and bowed to her as well, “Your Grace.”

“Ah!” Recognition flitted across Elaine’s features and a smile curled her lips, “you are the gentleman that took my daughter’s attention on the dancefloor!” Din chuckled shyly, scratching his chin.

“You flatter me, Your Grace but the roles are reversed. Your daughter took my attention the moment I met her.” He remained tight-lipped over the peculiar, yet intimate way you became acquainted with one-another and for that you were glad. “And I am indeed very blessed that she allowed me a dance.”

Elaine clasped her hands together, a soft expression curling her features before they widened comically as she remembered herself, “please do come in, Mr. Djarin. May I help you to some fresh biscuits or perhaps a sandwich? A beverage, perhaps?”

“Oh, no, please. I’m perfectly capable of fending for myself. You all must be so exhausted from entertaining so many suitors.” His eyes rested over the piles of unopened gifts and your breath caught in your throat.

“I insist.” You finally found your voice, strong and true and his flustered gaze turned to you, softening somewhat and a gentle smile curled his lips at your confidence. He couldn’t help but see the turn from your promenade with Mando.

“If my Lady insists, who am I to decline her offer?”

“Truer words have never been spoken! How do you like your tea, Mr. Djarin?” Elaine glided toward the small refreshments table and daintily picked up the ceramic kettle and poured a generous amount of the aromatic brew before gesturing toward the milk and sugar in a silent question and Din shook his head.

“Just as it is, thank you.” Dark eyes flicked from the Wintere matriarch to you and your heart clenched as he offered you a kind smile.

You practically beamed with excitement as he came forward, fingers fidgeting with his rumpled waistcoat as he perched beside you on the lounge. "So, not a Lord, hmm?” Your gentle teasing prompted an amused chuckle to rumble past his lips, his expression crinkling with a blinding smile and the lines around his eyes and mouth became more pronounced. He was so handsome. “There's no need to be nervous." You hummed to him quietly, noting the way his fingers clung together, paused in their trembling touch as he looked at you, observing your relaxed posture and leisurely grin.

“I must confess, my Lady. I have never courted a woman in such a capacity before, n-nor have I actually courted someone before.” Your eyebrows raised in pleasant surprise, his nervous countenance endearing you and your smile said as much as your mother served your suitor and she refilled your teacup before retaking her place at the loveseat, returning to her novel but always keeping a watchful eye.

“There is no need to stand on ceremony, Mr. Djarin. I am just relieved you thought to come. I did not think you would.”

“Why the doubt of my interest if I may be so bold to ask, my Lady?” Din watched her, eyes creasing in question.

You hesitated for a moment, resting your joined hands in the lap of your pale lavender dress as you rolled your lips together, "after the Danbury Ball you left so abruptly. I've been operating under the notion that I would never see you again."

Din winced at the memory of the ball.

He had been so overcome with anger that if he hadn't left, he would have done something he would have regretted in front of so many people but it never occurred as to how it may have felt for you.

Did he really make such an impression on you?

You had only danced once, surely there wasn't much to desire if his limited dancing prowess was the deciding factor. He wasn't even dressed appropriately by England's societal standards nor did he attempt to seem like a gentleman at the time- more resembling a homeless individual than a man of good standing. Din was grossly unaccustomed to such a lavish event and acted on habitual impulse to stick to the shadows and remain unseen although that philosophy had been abandoned quite early on when he’d made your acquaintance by nearly trampling over you in an effort to quench his thirst.

You somehow found an old, ragged, world-weary man worthy of your affections?

"I apologise for that, my Lady." Din began, sifting through the appropriate words to convey his thoughts, “as you can tell I’m quite inexperienced with things like this and I handled my feelings rather poorly as you can surmise from my hasty exit from the ball- I apologise sincerely for that. I did not mean to give you the wrong impression.”

You waved away his apologies, “but you returned. You’ve already proved yourself far more considerate than most of the other suitors of this year’s season.” You gestured toward the pile of gifts, “I can accurately guess just what is in all these packages just by looking at the size of each gift- all uninspired and repetitive.” You gestured vaguely to them, "I find your brashness a breath of fresh air in the stuffy, overcrowded room built on rules and societal mannerisms and expectations far outweighing the results.”

"Isn't that considered rude behaviour?"

"Only to those who do not understand that you are different amongst a vast sea of monotony.” Din watched you the soft glimmer in your eyes as your fingers slowly traced the delicate bracelet clasped around your wrist absently.

“Not many women would consider my brashness a reprieve.” Din took a sip of his steaming tea, careful not to burn the roof of his mouth in the process.

“I am aware that I operate under a different assumption than most but then I am also considered to be of the same unruly stock and instead of alienating those that seem different, I enjoy their company and attempt to understand them.”

“Not many people are so honest and they use alternative techniques in an attempt to colour themselves favourably.” Din noted your expression, seeing not a single flicker of a different emotion other than innocence. You truly believed that some people could be as genuine as you.

For someone who has participated in a competition to find a husband, he would have thought you’d have known somewhat more of the rotten nature of those less inclined to understand the warmth of your actions.

“Some will wear a mask to hide their true intentions until they have acquired what they covet.” Din answered bluntly and watched your shoulders roll, back straightening as you looked toward him with increasingly guarded eyes and he slowly set his teacup back on the matching saucer, “from my experience, those that give their all to understand those in whom seem to be contrasting with the norm, their kindness will often be warped to suit the agenda of ill-purposed individuals or those sweet individuals are usually seeking something more than praise.”

“What are you implying, Mr. Djarin?” Your tone was guarded, tinged in frustration as he questioned your motives- your good nature.

“I have seen many things, my Lady.” Din began quietly, crossing his leg over the other as he leaned back into the loveseat, “I have traveled extensively as you could probably discern from my appearance. I am no stranger to the outdoors and find that I prefer them. But along with my travels, I have gained knowledge I would have rather not have had the fortune of realizing.”

“And that is?”

“That some people will take advantage of such innocent generosity and use it for their own selfish gain.” Din watched you deflate somewhat, “I don’t mean to offend you, my Lady. That is far from my intention and I apologise for the nature that this conversation is taking.” Din leant forward to place the teacup and saucer on the small table, “nor is it my intention to call your gentle nature into question, I merely mean to educate you,” your gaze returned to his, an emotion he couldn’t explain glimmering in your eyes, “you are an extraordinary woman with an extraordinary heart. So kind and selfless.”

Din floundered to explain himself, fumbling over half-formed words in an attempt to continue his train of thought. “I don’t expect you to know so much of the world when you’ve been sequestered away in London, bound by social arrangements and left to wonder what’s beyond England. Turning to printed words on a page to steep yourself in fanciful tales of a world written in the views of authors wishing they could witness such inventiveness in reality.”

Without thinking, his hand slowly came to rest upon yours in your lap. The warmth of his skin seeping into yours as his fingers gently pressed into the space of your knuckles to calm you, “I’ve spoiled your kindness. My sincerest apologies, my Lady.” He slowly began to lift his hand from yours, a deep sigh rattling in his chest as he fought back the wince pulling at his features as he knew he had overstepped. He had already crossed the mark. You weren’t comfortable with his touch and he just grossly ripped away your physical boundaries.

You were quick to act, your free hand slapping over his when he attempted to remove it from atop yours, clinging to him with a fierce strength that made his eyes widen. He had vowed he would not touch you until you felt comfortable with him and he almost deigned to rip his hand from yours until he was faced with the truth.

That Mando had pledged to do so and that Mando had to work to gain your trust once more. It was the King of Mandalore that was striving to work himself back into your good graces and learn about you in a way that showed he was more than what Paz made him out to be.

Din Djarin had made no such error in his brief meetings with the Incomparable Lady Dalton.

“You are the second man that has opened my eyes a little more. I appreciate that.”

Din stifled a laugh and his fingers tapped against the back of her hand, “I warn you of the potential dangers of strange and worrying individuals yet here you are praising me.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, your hand squeezing his for a moment, “I’m choosing to believe my intuition with your character, Mr. Djarin.”

He watched you, the soft smile curling your lips, the way the sun beamed across your form- the pale blue of your dress almost an ethereal white and the sun highlighted the individual subtle colours in your hair before bathing across your eyes and he would swear forever more that he was sure they were glowing.

“And what does your intuition tell you, my Lady?” His question made you curl in yourself in thought, eyes lowering to your lap as his thumb gently licked across your pulse point.

Biting your lip bashfully, your lids lowered somewhat before you looked up at him through thick lashes, “that even if my heart is left in ashes, you would cradle it amongst your own to protect me rather than discard it to the wind.”

Din watched you, dark eyes wide and wondrous and he wrestled back the urge to capture your lips and claim you as his.

He needed to make an excuse to leave before he did exactly that.

He pulled away slowly, steering the conversation to something less volatile and they stayed on that topic. Din stayed for an appropriate amount of time before announcing his intention to depart. He fabricated an explanation that he had work to attend to and punctuated his farewell with a gentle kiss to the inside of your wrist and he scented the perfumed oil dabbed on your wrist- the aromatic blend of flora and spices tickled his olfactory senses and he again, had to fight the urge to nibble on your wrist and leave a mark there for all who came before him to see what only he could do.

As Din walked down the hallway with the Dalton’s footman guiding him, it never occurred to him just how much time he had been spent with you and judging by the line of impatient suitors desperately waiting to lavish you with their expensive, unappealing gifts was quite telling as it continued all the way out the front door of your home.

He couldn’t help the very slight grin curling his lips as he made contact with one of the men who glared at Din with a misplaced sense of propriety and he simply nodded to the man, smile widening at the growing indignation twisting the jealous suitor’s face and decided to turn his head away from Din and instead opted to look down his bulbous nose at the back of the head of the suitor in front of him.

‘Pompous di’kut.’

Once they reached the exit, Din thanked Michael, the Dalton’s footman and walked down the pathway where Sofir awaited in her civilian attire, “where is Tatya and the carriage?” His voice was low, lips barely moving as he continued down the street.

Sofir took a moment before following him, voice low enough that any passerby would be able to hear her but they were attuned to this- deception and deflection was Sofir’s specialty and Din had been an exemplary mentor, “she moved the carriage around the corner out of sight, Manda’lor.”

“Good.”

They walked in silence for a modest stretch, Sofir’s quiet prompts guiding him to the carriage hidden in between an alleyway, “you took quite a while, Manda’lor.”

Din slowly turned to face Sofir with a raised brow, noticing the teasing lilt in her voice and she had the sense to look somewhat chaste as she turned to look away from him but the smile curling her lips couldn’t be so easily hidden.

He bit back the urge to say something un-kingly and more like his former self but allowed himself to chuckle at her teasing.

This is why he chose Sofir and Tatya- they upheld their respect and the traditions beholden to the Crown, but they never forgot who he was and for that, he appreciated them all the more for it.

The sound of the carriage door opening turned their attention to Tatya leaning out of the carriage with a bored look in her eye, coattails swishing gently in the air, “I was beginning to wonder where you’d gone.”

“Just for a stroll, although I’m sure Sofir will have plenty to say on the ride back.” Tatya jumped down from the carriage, keeping the door open and bowed as he passed her, fist to her heart and she bent her knee, “stop that, Tat. You know better than that.” He scolded her as he settled in his seat, pinning her with an unimpressed look and a simple lift of his brow.

“I’m simply being respectful, Manda’lor.”

“I’ve told you time and time again, I’m still me.” Din stated, pointing a warning finger at the girl in front of him, “don’t forget that.”

“Of course not. How could we ever forget who founded and sponsored us?” Sofir answered, a gentle look in her eyes as she looked up at Din, “and that is why we treat you as you deserve to be treated, Manda’lor.”

“So, to put it in simpler terms,” Tatya added, gripping the door to the carriage, “suck it up, ori vod,” and slammed the carriage door in their King’s face.

Din smiled, his real smile and allowed himself to sink into the seat as the carriage began to rock.

The ride back was uneventful, Din peeked from the closed curtain out to view the scenery of London and felt somewhat. . .homesick.

Even if he wasn’t native to the land in which he reigns; it’s sprawling sites and architectural beauty far surpassed the olden age of London and its traditions and old buildings that stunk of dust and filled with conquered relics. The high society of this kingdom called his people savages, they only saw the warrior garb and their armour with their weapons proudly displayed and assumed they were lesser simply because Western society deemed it so.

If only they knew the truth of his people- just how beautiful and rich their culture is. How inclusive.

Maker, he missed Mandalore.

Din felt the carriage stop and before anyone could scramble for the door, he pushed it open and stepped out himself, waving off Tatya’s hovering. As he stepped on the cobblestone path of his London Estate- when he noticed Paz hovering in the large, ornate doorway.

“Careful, Paz. Stand anymore rigid and I’ll begin to think you’ve petrified into stone, then that frown on your face will truly be stuck there.” Din’s teasing usually would be met with a quick-witted remark from his clan-brother and a possible threat of breaking his nose to make it straight but there were no such jibes today.

Din noticed the tense atmosphere within his own staff.

Dark eyes flicked toward the two guards standing on either side of the entryway. The rigid shoulders, hands clenched into fists so tight their gloves creaked against the beskar spears they held and they held their backs so straight they curved upward. He didn’t need to see facial expressions to know something had happened.

“Paz,” The General’s eyes flicked toward Din, a grave glint in the bluest part of his eye made Din’s jaw tick, “what in the Maker is going on?”

Di’kut - Idiot

Ori vod - Big brother

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Ghost Hunters Club: Chapter I

The first chapter of a Colby Brock x Male! OC book.

A/N: Holy shit I need a coffee. This is over 7.3k words please send help im dying (/j)

This is based off of Sam and Colby's video about the Millenium Biltmore Hotel; The Terrifying Night We'll Never Forget | Haunted Biltmore Hotel.

Welcome, to Ghost Hunters Club.

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The doors of the Millennium Biltmore Hotel were gently pushed open as two boys strolled in, one clutching a camera, the other with a grin. The door closed behind them and they moved to the front desk, leaning against it to talk patiently when they realised it was unattended.

The younger boy wielding the camera had fluffy warm-toned black hair that had been tousled wildly in various directions and honey coloured eyes with flecks of gold swimming in them. He had pinkish vanilla coloured skin with a constellation of star-shaped freckles dusted over his cheeks and an obvious pink scar over the bridge of his nose.

He was wearing a loose cream, button-up t-shirt and baggy chocolate brown cargo pants with huge pockets. Many silver rings adorned his fingers and black fingerless-gloves that covered his wrists matched them. A singular bracelet of obsidian and labradorite gemstones adorned his left wrist. A silver chain hung from his neck as his silver moon and star chain helix and lobe earrings gleamed in the light.

Beside him the older beaming boy had thick curly ginger hair that looked like flames in the light, matched with shining blue eyes like the ocean. He had pink skin, covered in freckles like a scatter of paint, coating all of his face and dotted on the rest of his skin.

He was dressed in a brown sweater with the collar of a cream shirt peeking out underneath with beige cargo pants, a singular gold bracelet attached to his wrist.

Both of them were clutching the straps of their backpacks which were slung over the shoulders, and the older had his ear pressed to his phone, listening intently to the person on the other side of the call.

The honey-eyed boy waited patiently at the desk, murmuring to the camera softly - which was pointed at the floor as to not grasp too many peoples’ attention.

“So we’re just at reception now,” the younger mumbled into the microphone, glancing around through his lashes. He tapped his feet and shifted his weight between his feet. “No one’s here so we’re just gonna wait a bit.”

The fiery-haired boy continued nodding and talking to his phone, thrusting a hand into his pants pocket and pressing his back up against the desk.

“Oh and I couldn’t bring Knox on this one,” the honey-eyed boy muttered, pouting childishly even though the camera couldn’t see him. “I know, I know. I’m really upset I couldn’t bring him but they don’t allow dogs here.”

At that moment a lady strolled up to the desk with a huge grin and acknowledged the patiently waiting boys. “I’m sorry for the wait,” she told them and the ginger boy murmured a ‘goodbye’ into the phone before hanging up. “Check in or out?”

“In,” the fiery-haired boy told her firmly, shooting her a short smile. He shuffled to the other’s side and ruffled the already tousled black hair even more. “We’re here to ghost hunt.” The older explained with a grin, doing jazz-hands as he spoke. The honey-eyed boy averted his gaze from the woman and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You wouldn’t be the first,” the woman told them kindly. “Name?”

“Caspian Killian,” the honey-eyed boy spoke up, his voice soft in texture but clear in tone. The woman nodded.

“Alright, here is your key,” she handed the older - which mildly annoyed the younger - a door key and the fiery-haired boy nodded, pocketing it with a smile. “You’re on the eleventh floor,” she continued and quickly gave them directions.

“Thank you,” both boys chorused before leaving to find their room.

Caspian sighed, holding the camera up higher to get a view of the hotel, running his unoccupied hand through his hair and messing around with it until he was content. “Smile, Lin,” he told the fiery-haired boy who shot the camera a huge grin before he pointed it away.

“I can’t believe we’re here,” the fiery-haired boy whispered as they admired the lobby, standing back to back.

“Well, you better,” Caspian whispered back.

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Caspian sniffed as he rubbed his pink-tinted nose with a grimace. The fiery-haired boy shot him a sympathetic smile. “Y’know, I really don’t think we should be down here,” he whispered as they roamed around the empty and eerie ballroom.

“The door was open, and therefore I can go where I like,” Caspian shot back with a cocky smile and the older laughed, throwing his head back.

“Aren’t you cops s’pposed to be all goody?” The fiery-haired boy asked, his grin glowing as he ran a hand down the fabric of a curtain, admiring the pattern.

Caspian’s nose crinkled playfully.

“I’m not a cop anymore,” he reasoned with a smile, lightly punching the older’s shoulder playfully. The older laughed and ruffled his hair.

Then, the pair abruptly froze, fear coursing through them as they heard footsteps and voices, alongside a door closing. The fiery-haired boy darted behind one of the walls and tugged Caspian along with him, both of them pressing their backs up against the walls as they held their breaths.

The pair listened carefully before Caspian slowly dropped to the floor, sliding the camera along the carpet to record the people who had entered. “I think their filming,” he told the older softly, which earned him a glare to keep quiet.

They waited patiently but petrified as the long seconds ticked by, slowly growing into minutes. The footsteps - although light - grew closer as they held their breaths.

“So I wonder what ballroom we’re actually in,” a voice whispered quietly and Caspian’s eyes widened at how close the boy sounded. His brain had kicked into action and the subconscious police-routine of studying his surroundings and the people clicked into place.

He could guess the boy sounded around his age and judging by the sound of the footsteps, he was one of two walking closer, but they’d left another two people near the door.

“Cause there’s multiple, right?” The boy continued, and the fiery-haired boy sucked in a breath as he began shuffling to the right - away from the strangers. He urged Caspian to follow, but the honey-eyed boy didn’t move. “Oh my God, this is neveren-” the boy cut himself off with a screech.

He’d walked past the wall where Caspian and the fiery-haired boy were hiding and turned to see them. The boy had short dark brown hair and bright, glowing blue eyes which were widened in bewilderment. He had light ivory skin and two stud earrings in, clutching the end of his black leather jacket as he’d been adjusting it when he’d frozen. Underneath the jacket was a black t-shirt and hidden was a black belt. Attached to the belt was a silver chain which was dangling by his right hip, contrasting well with his dark grey ombre jeans.

A few steps behind him was a boy with short blonde hair and glistening blue eyes, filled with intrigue. He had pinkish skin and was raising an eyebrow. He was wearing a black t-shirt with white symbols that Caspian instantly identified as someone’s merch - who’s, he didn’t know - and black fingerless gloves with the same white merch symbols, alongside clean black jeans and a black backpack.

“Hello,” the fiery-haired boy managed to squeak out with a grin as the blonde swivelled the camera to the pair. Caspian had to physically remind himself to move his eyes off of the brunette stranger, who seemed to be pulling him in.

“Sorry,” the blonde addressed them with a smile, shuffling to stand beside his friend, who’s eyes hadn’t moved from Caspian. Not that the honey-eyed boy had noticed, as he was playing with his rings nervously, tapping the side of the camera. “You're filming too, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Caspian managed to say, practically choking on his own words. “We’re ghost-hunter-Youtubers.” The fiery haired boy let out a good-natured scoff.

“You are, I’m not.”

“Oh, so are we,” the brunette explained with a grin, his eyes still unmoving as he fell into a more natural stance, waving his hand as he spoke. “I’m Colby, this is Sam, and our friends somewhere over there are Corey and Jake.” He peered around the corner to try and catch a glimpse of the other two boys but to no avail.

“I’m Caspian and this is my cousin Roslin,” the honey-eyed boy explained, shifting his camera to his left-hand and stretching out his right. Sam shook it with a nod and Colby shook it with a smile. Roslin did the same.

“We should probably get out of here, and then we can talk,” Roslin whispered with a playful half-smile, gesturing to the door with a walking motion.

Caspian nodded.

So did Sam.

They made their way to the door and the other pair almost silently, all of them agreeing along the way to being filmed. Caspian glanced around nervously and Roslin gently rested his hand on his shoulder briefly, a reminder that the younger was okay. He shot him a grateful smile.

“This is Jake and this is Corey,” Sam introduced, gesturing to each person in turn. “Jake, Corey, this is Caspian and this is Roslin.”

Roslin gave a short cheerful wave that Jake returned as Caspian nodded his head upwards with a smile, before turning to glance backwards again.

“Do you guys know which ballroom this is?” Colby asked and the fiery-haired boy nodded as the six began walking down the corridor - away from the door.

“The Biltmore Bowl,” Roslin replied, gesturing with his thumb across the room where he and his cousin had been minutes before. “Said on a sign.”

“Oh,” Sam nodded as he passed the camera to Colby.

Jake bit his lip nervously.

“Oh dude look,” Sam called as the group joined him, staring down at a set of red stairs leading downwards.

As Caspian moved to get a good view, something dinged.

Jake froze in place and gestured with his thumb backwards, jaw slack in shock. “It dinged again.”

“Was that not your phone?” Colby asked and Roslin hummed in agreement.

“Wasn’t my phone,” Corey said, gesturing to his phone screen with no notifications. Caspian pulled out his phone quickly and shook his head at the empty screen. After Sam, Caspian and Colby quickly went to the door at the end of the stairs, the six began to head back to the door with Corey leading the way.

Just ahead of the door, he froze, eyes wide. “The lights are off,” he whispered, pointing at the ballroom they’d been exploring earlier. Caspian stepped in front and led them through the dark silently, unafraid of the limited light. He waited for the lights to flicker on - expecting them to be motion-sensed - but reminded himself that they’d already been on when he and Roslin had entered.

The six of them quickly made it to the stairwell where Caspian closed the door. As soon as he let go of the door knob, it shook violently.

“Holy shit,” Sam muttered, staring at it.

The honey-eyed boy reached for the nearest person to tap when he heard footsteps growing closer - which happened to be Colby. He pushed the brunette’s shoulder hurriedly and he understood, as he too had heard the oncoming footsteps.

“Somebody’s coming, somebody’s coming,” Colby stated hurriedly and they all rushed up their stairwell, Caspian right behind the brunette. They ran up several floors with Colby muttering repeatedly ‘Someone’s coming’ before swinging left and calmly walking out the doorway.

“I heard them coming through, go right,” Sam whispered, gesturing backwards as Caspian pushed him forwards gently. They quickly walked through several corridors before letting their pace slowen.

“My heart is beating so fast right now,” Colby stated with a grin, a hand on his chest as Roslin nodded, shaking his limbs out.

“Wait,” Sam paused and Colby urged him to keep walking, so he did.

“C’mon, let's go in the bathroom,” Jake suggested and they quickly walked in, Caspian sniffling again as he rubbed his nose and cringing at the runniness.

“Boys meeting,” Colby teased in an attempt to loosen the tension. “No girls allowed.” Roslin let out a chuckle and Caspian smiled.

“Isn't it illegal to film in a bathroom?” Sam pointed out and Roslin glanced at Caspian, who nodded confirmation. Both camera-men stopped recording.

“Well that was intense,” Roslin murmured and the group all let out a chuckle, collapsing against the walls.

“So you’re ghost hunters too?” Jake asked the pair. Roslin shook his head with a smile, whereas Caspian nodded eagerly.

“Cass here is but I’m not,” the older explained, leaning against a wall and shoving his hands in his pockets. “He usually takes his dog with him but this place doesn’t allow pets so he had to resort to human companionship,” Roslin teased and Caspian let out a mockingly-offended gasp.

“It’s not my fault your shit company!” He exclaimed, shoving his shoulder playfully - yet a little too hard for it to be called lightly. “Knox is so much better than you at this.” Roslin gasped and gaped at him, holding a hand over his heart in mock-offence.

“You have a ghost-hunter dog?” Sam asked eagerly and Caspian nodded, sniffling again before resuming playing with his rings. Colby watched intently as the light reflecting off of the rings gleamed.

“He’s my best mate, so yeah,” Caspian explained and Sam and Colby exchanged delighted looks. “He’s around three years old now.”

“What breed?” Colby asked, resting his chin on his hands.

Caspian grinned. “Black and tan German Shepherd,” he replied. Roslin laughed as he reached over and ruffled his warm-black curls again.

“They go everywhere together, well, except for places that don’t allow it,” the fiery-haired boy explained and Caspian shot him a playful glare.

“Hey, since we’re all together now, do you guys wanna do a bit of ghost hunting together?” Sam asked, gesturing to the other five boys. Colby nodded eagerly and Corey and Jake followed suit. Caspian’s face settled in a thoughtful expression while Roslin turned to him with an arched brow.

“Yeah, if you want to,” the honey-eyed boy agreed and Colby cheered, leaving them all to laugh. “Do you guys wanna go to the second floor?”

“Hell yeah,” Sam replied, glancing to his three friends who nodded.

Roslin bit his lip. “I think I’ll stay in our room, if you don’t mind, Cass,” he explained. “I’m not really good with ghost hunting.”

“Sure, Lin,” Caspian responded, slapping his cousin’s shoulder lightly. “You go back, call if you need anything.” He made a calling gesture with his hand as he spoke and Roslin laughed.

“Same goes for you.”

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“Guys we’re tryna go to the second floor which is the haunted one and it won’t click,” Sam explained to the camera as he continued to press the button in the elevator. Caspian had also begun filming a few moments before as he nodded. They were a bit cramped in the elevator, but it didn’t bother them. “So like, no one can go to the second floor.”

“What if we go to the third floor and then go down the stairs?” Caspian suggested from beside Colby, who nodded.

Sam pressed the button and they waited patiently for the elevator to arrive on their desired floor. When they did, Sam left first, and then Corey, but he stopped midway.

“Devyn just texted me,” Corey began, staring at his phone screen as he stood beside Sam. Colby quietly explained to Caspian that Devyn was Corey’s girlfriend. “And said Navi won’t stop barking at the wall.”

“Navi’s Devyn’s dog,” Colby whispered to Caspian who nodded gratefully.

“While you're gone, to the most haunted hotel in Los Angeles,” Sam stated, zooming in his camera. “That’s not weird.”

The group laughed stiffly before making their way to the stairwell. They scrambled down the staircase and stairs until they reached the door to level 2.

Jake reached the door first, just as Caspian and Sam began filming again. “Looks closed off,” Sam observed as Jake stepped away from the door, a frustrated look on his face.

“Locked,” he replied.

“Yeah, they did lock it,” Colby whispered as Sam reached the door, pushing down on the stiff handle pointlessly. “‘Photograph and release form’, they won’t even let you film here.” Caspian sighed as he ran a hand through his hair in frustration, explaining the situation to the camera. “We said tenth and eleventh were the most haunted, now it's the second?” Colby asked in confusion.

“No, no, no,” Sam began. “Tenth and eleventh are where, like, the most sightings are and most haunted this” he pointed to the sign saying level two, “used to be just covered with the nurse that was most haunted and they just needed to stop people staying here.”

“Listen, brother,” Jake intervened, stepping closer to Colby. He grabbed Colby’s shoulders and shook him once gently, putting on a strange country accent. “The whole fucking hotel’s haunted.”

Caspian snorted softly at the humour.

“This was haunted by a nurse a long time ago,” Sam explained, glancing at Caspian who was fiddling with his camera’s straps. “And they stopped letting people in.”

“Who wants to go down to the dungeon?” Jake asked, pointing down the stairwell and Caspian gasped happily, rushing to his side to peer down.

They briefly talked about the camera blurring over Jake’s face as Caspian hurried down the stairs with his camera, grinning giddily all the way. Colby watched with a raised brow and piqued curiosity. Caspian seemed to be one strange person.

“This doesn’t look like a lobby to me,” Sam squeaked as he pointed the camera to a white corridor, Caspian hurrying towards it. “I dunno but the door’s open so that means it’s open to us.”

They walked down the corridor quickly, following the childish Caspian who was practically squealing with joy. Sam wasn’t entirely sure what to make of the boy, who seemed so quiet yet so interesting. They finally reached the end of the corridor, which led to some sort of boiler-type room.

“The music is like, right there,” Colby stated, pointing down a thin corridor where quiet classical music was seeping from.

“We should probably go,” Corey suggested, patting Caspian’s shoulder gently when the honey-eyed boy let out a sad whine.

Caspian froze after a second and began silently ushering Sam down the corridor they’d come through. “There's someone walking this way.”

The group made their way back quickly. “Are you sure?” Colby asked, glancing back but still walking. They reached the stairwell again and Caspian rubbed his eyes, only half-paying attention to what the others were saying. They kept walking down - to Sam’s surprise, stating that the place seemed endless - before they reached a mysterious black door.

Caspian gasped eagerly again and hurried down to it alongside Colby, pushing the door open. It creaked as he did and he peered around outside, brows furrowed in confusion. He scrambled out, followed quickly by Colby, and spun in a circle when he recognised the lobby area.

The group quickly continued walking after Sam ushered them to move.

“We came out next to the security guard,” Colby muttered through gritted teeth and Sam laughed nervously. Caspian giggled.

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After conversing about what to do next, the group insisted Caspian stay with them for their next investigations, leading him to be collapsed on the couch in their room as the time ticked closer and closer to 1 o’clock in the morning.

Sam and Colby were talking to the camera about what they were doing and planning to do next as Caspian mindlessly opened his phone.

“Is that your dog?” Jake asked from his place next to the boy, pointing at Caspian’s locked screen. The honey-eyed boy nodded tiredly. His lock screen was a picture he’d taken of Knox just after getting him, the puppy so visibly young in many ways including his singular floppy ear. Caspian smiled fondly.

“Yeah,” he replied, opening up his phone and the messages app, clicking the most recent conversation. He typed in a message to his best friend Debbie before closing his phone and burying his face into the sleeves of his hoodie, closing his eyes.

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It was nearing 2:30am when the group all settled on the couch with food and put on a show to watch, all of them paying attention except for Caspian - who was inspecting each person individually, trying to understand them.

At some point between 2:30am and 3am, a loud thud sound filled the apartment, coming from the level below. The group hurried to their feet and Sam grabbed his camera, Caspian doing the same.

“Guys, literally, we were not recording, there's something downstairs,” Sam hurried out as Corey turned the TV off. Caspian rolled his shoulders back and let the adrenaline wash over him, pushing away the sleepiness he’d felt before. “That was the elevator!” Sam exclaimed, repeating over and over about hearing sounds downstairs.

Caspian began making his way downstairs - seemingly calm compared to the others. Colby followed after him quickly, not wanting to leave the boy alone.

“What did you hear?” Jake asked and the group stopped to listen to Sam’s answer.

“The elevator, the metal thing, downstairs,” Sam explained.

“What, you didn’t hear that giant thud?” Corey asked Jake and Caspian bit his lip. Usually, in these situations, it was just him and Knox, and he’d calmly and quietly go check what it was. Caspian was like that, self-less. “When you were asleep we heard the elevator door, like.” Corey cut himself off, unable to explain the sound.

“Let’s go,” Colby suggested and moved in front of Caspian to walk. Instantly, Caspian moved back ahead of him, telling himself that if there was an intruder in the apartment, he’d step between them and his new friends.

“What if someones here?” Sam desperately wondered, and Caspian shot him a gentle, soothing look. Sam couldn’t explain why, but he trusted Caspian entirely, even though they’d only met hours before. They hurried down the stairwell.

“The door’s open!” Corey gasped in shock as Caspian moved to it.

“Was that us?” Colby asked. Caspian shrugged.

“Wasn’t that closed?” Corey stammered.

“I thought we closed it!” Sam exclaimed. “We would’ve closed it, right?”

“I dunno, I mean, we didn’t check the footage, I’m not sure,” Colby replied as Caspian moved to inspect the door, gently moving it back and forth.

“No, no, no, we had to slam it closed!” Corey reminded them, as Caspian moved to the doorway of the elevator. He grasped the metal fencing and pulled it closed, and then opened it again.

“It sounded like that,” he observed, doing the motion again so Sam could hear it.

“It did!” Sam exclaimed, and Caspian could hear the panic in his voice. “It sounded like a deep thud, bro. Holy fuck.”

“Wait someone could be in here,” Colby pointed out and began moving to another room. Caspian was alert instantly, balling one hand into a fist and moving silently to check nearby rooms for intruders. His training was kicking in. “What else could it be?” Colby wondered as they searched.

Sam began quickly recapping to the camera what was going on as the others inspected the elevator. Caspian, however, moved from room to room with a quick walk, teeth gritted in concentration.

As the others tried to find an explanation for the sound, Caspian noticed how Colby was shaking from the adrenaline and fear. He quickly made his way to the other and switched how he was holding the camera to embrace him in a one armed hug.

Colby sank into him instantly, trembling as he did and breathing in and out shakily. Just as the group was beginning to calm down again, another thud rang through the apartment, and something that sounded like the piano.

Caspian instantly darted to the stairs, gripping his camera so tight it turned his knuckles white. Colby raced behind him, but Sam overtook him.

“Yo, is somebody pranking us right now,” Colby wondered, desperate for an explanation as they reached the piano. Caspian gave Sam a half-hug like he had done to Colby upon seeing the blonde trembling too.

“Someone’s in here,” Jake spluttered, and Caspian wrapped a comforting arm around him too. They all felt oddly comforted by Caspian’s comfort, as he was the calmest of them all.

“That’d be illegal, if someone is screwing with us that's one hundred percent illegal,” Sam reasoned and Caspian stiffened at the mention of illegalism. Oh how he wished he had Knox with him. His dog made this stuff so much easier. “Check every room, check every room. No matter what, cause there is someone screwing with us right now.”

Caspian began swiftly checking the rooms again, but internally he knew that there was no way it was another person. He moved around to check over and over, only rejoining the group when he heard Sam cry out in panic.

“Dude, did you hear that?!” He sounded genuinely panicked, and Caspian moved to stand beside him.

“What?” Jake asked.

“There were like, three cracks,” Sam explained. Colby muttered something. “Yeah, I’m freakin’ out, dude!”

“But are you sure that was the piano, cause like,” Colby began, resting his hands on top of the piano. Caspian turned to Sam, before quickly striding to Jake upon seeing him in distress. He began rubbing a hand up and down Jake’s back soothingly.

“Yeah, it was, I’m pretty sure the camera even caught it,” Sam responded. “It was like a high-pitched sound.”

“I don’t feel good,” Jake whispered and Caspian nodded. The other boy turned to face him more and Caspian understood, wrapping him up in a much-needed hug.

“Okay,” Colby began, glancing to Jake over and over. “Maybe we take this time to be quiet and like, to see if anything else happens.”

“Dude, we heard something downstairs and up here, I swear to God,” Sam spluttered.

“If we heard things on both floors,” Caspian began and the others all turned to him. “How did we hear both? We were standing by the stairwell on both occasions so no one could have snuck past.”

“I’m just saying,” Sam muttered. “What would that be? What is happening right now?!” Caspian let Jake out of the hug as he went to sit down. “Dude, how long has this been going on? My camera right now says 5 minutes and 16 seconds. It is 3:05 right now.”

“So we heard the noise right at 3,” Corey exclaimed, beginning to pace the room as Caspian watched calmly. Or at least, he appeared calm. Internally, he was panicked, wishing he had Knox beside him. Knox was his dog, his buddy, his ghost-hunting companion, and investigating without him felt unnatural.

“That’s fucking givin’ me chills,” Sam panted out as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Right before we were about to do our sèance, cause three am is the witch's hour,” Colby began, his eyes wide as he hugged himself. Caspian nodded confirmation, thinking about his Aunts as he did.

“We were gonna do the sèance right now, why did that happen right now?” Sam explained.

“So the first noise we heard was at three?” Colby confirmed and Sam agreed. “Dude I’m fucking shaking.” He moved to stand next to Caspian’s chair, who reached up to pat his back gently. “But I don’t know if I heard it again, that’s what's freaking me out.” He shot a forced, thankful smile to Caspian, who stood back up and gave him a hug quickly.

“I didn’t hear a piano, I heard was what I thought was like a fence,” Corey explained and Colby agreed. Sam began moving stuff around to try and identify the sound as Colby moved closer to Caspian and the boy’s safe aura.

“I didn’t hear the first sound but the second sound was the fucking piano,” Jake stated. As they were talking, the light on the wall suddenly intensified and Caspian flinched abruptly, spinning to see the previously turned-off TV on.

“No cuts, that's the remote,” Sam began, pointing at the remote on the desk, far away from all five boys. “We turned it off when we went downstairs, how did that just happen?”

“Are the workers fucking with us?” Corey exclaimed and Caspian moved to give him a hug. At first the boy flinched away, and then he relaxed into it, embracing the comfort. Apparently hugs were really soothing during strange paranormal times.

“It has to be, it has to be,” Sam agreed, trying desperately to find an explanation, any explanation. Caspian stood straight up when he heard something creak, and lunged away from Corey and towards the sound.

“Did you just hear that?” Corey asked and the others turned to him. “That sounds like a door opening, like a creeeeaaak. Caspian immediately headed down the hallway the sound had come from, and the others quickly followed.

“Guys we can’t just follow every sound we hear,” Jake protested, and Caspian nodded. “Wherever we hear a noise, we’re not gonna find anything out from investigating, so we should just fucking chill.”

“I think we should do the sèance,” Caspian spoke up and they turned to him. “This place is clearly trying to tell us something, with the creaks and the weird energy.”

“What weird energy?” Colby asked and the honey-eyed boy tilted his head.

“Do you not feel it?” Caspian asked, his voice like silk. “The air feels thick.”

The others shook their heads.

“I agree we should do the sèance now,” Sam insisted, changing the subject.

Corey shook his head. “Fuck that.”

“I’m just saying, honest to God, we came here to find out if something was haunted and something is happening right now, like, wouldn’t this be the best time?” Sam explained and Caspian nodded, switching the camera to the other hand as he did. He began playing with his bracelet absent-mindedly, reminding himself of the protection it provided.

“If something’s fucking with us, we may as well try to fucking communicate with it,” Jake added and both Sam and Caspian nodded. “I don’t think we're gonna get physically hurt at all.” Caspian’s hand instantly moved to brush his arm instinctively.

“I dunno if I wanna do that, man,” Colby explained, rubbing his face with his hands.

“At three am?” Corey repeated. “Dude, great idea.”

They moved back to stand next to the piano and both Sam and Caspian placed their cameras on top of the instrument. “Two seconds, before we make a decision, though,” Sam began. “What could that actually have been? Like, tryna debunk that right now. Are we just tired?”

“The TV,” Corey reminded them.

“Yeah, the TV, that just turned on, that I have no idea,” Sam agreed.

“Yeah, but the elevator, because we turned that on before, what if it just was one of those weird-” Colby explained, but Sam intervened.

“Like it was still on or something.”

“Yeah, like it shook or something,” Colby finished, nodding all the while.

“Yeah that could’ve been it,” Sam agreed.

“And the high-pitched noise, I don’t even know if that was the piano, I mean, that could’ve been anything,” Colby explained.

“That was the piano,” Jake insisted. “It was literally key by fucking key.” Corey re-explained what he’d heard before Jake continued. “It’s either a piano, or we’re going fucking crazy. It’s one of those two.”

“And it’s three o’clock in the morning, there's not someone just roaming around in the halls,” Sam reasoned. Caspian shivered as a chill went past his arm.

“Its either the piano went off, or we drank too many fucking chocolate frappés and we’re going crazy,” Jake stated and Caspian snorted lightly, before shivering again.

“I’m just saying, what's our plan of action now, we are not leaving - we made a pact,” Sam decided and Colby intervened.

“So let’s just, be quiet, like seriously, us talking isn’t gonna do anything,” Colby reasoned and Caspian pouted slightly. He wanted to do a sèance.

“It’s gonna be fine,” Jake began. “As long as we have each other’s back and we just chill, I think we’ll be fine.”

“Oh, what the fuck, dude,” Corey sighed.

“That was too much, man,” Sam agreed.

Caspian shifted his weight from foot to foot before shooting his camera - still placed on top of the table - a grin and a thumbs up. Colby couldn’t help but smile at the childish action.

About a dozen minutes later, the boys had finished conversing on their next step and had set up for the sèance. Caspian was eagerly grinning, as he’d never done a sèance with so many people. Colby sat next to him and found himself seeking comfort from his new friend.

Caspian’s aura was so protective, safe, friendly and childish that all four boys felt pulled to him. He was like a flashlight in a dark room and they all sought that light. He was the calm in the middle of the storm, and he’d already shown his self-lessness time and time again.

Sam glanced to the honey-eyed boy, watching him pull a lighter from his bag, alongside four candles. He was grateful for Caspian and his calmness in their frightened state, and he could see they shared the same trait of wanting to learn more about the paranormal and push themselves.

Colby basically hadn’t left Caspian’s side all night, courtesy of the strange connection pulling him towards the boy. It was a strange feeling that he didn’t really know how to explain, but everything about Caspian intrigued him. He wanted to learn more about him, understand his emotions, and be by his side.

Jake had been far too jumpy to embrace his usual funny self, but he had a feeling that if he and Caspian could talk outside of haunted buildings, they would connect quickly and easily. Caspian clearly shared some of the childish silliness he did, and he’d been desperate to find someone like that to befriend.

Corey had barely talked with Caspian, but not in an awkward way. He felt as though Caspian slipped so easily into their group that it just made sense. Corey hadn’t ever thought about a fifth member to their strange quartet, but now, it was beginning to feel inevitable.

They began filming quickly, Caspian agreeing that they’d just use Sam’s camera and they’d send him the footage afterwards.

“We promised in our last video that we would do a sèance,” Sam began with a pained smile as Corey lit the third candle. “And we’re gonna do a sèance.”

They all watched Corey attempt to light the candle in silence for a minute, before Colby sucked in a breath and turned to their camera with a sarcastic smile. “Do we wanna do a sèance?” Colby asked. “Not really.”

“Yes!” Caspian said at the same time and Colby chuckled.

“But if anythings gonna happen, it's gonna happen right now,” Sam explained, his voice strained with tiredness.

“So, how do we even start a sèance, like, what is the definition of a sèance?” Colby asked and Caspian impatiently wriggled in his seat.

“So,” Sam began, then reached into his pocket to grab his phone. “Let me read it off, just to make sure I’ve got this right.”

“I know,” Caspian intervened, and Sam froze, pulling his empty hand from his pocket. The others turned to the honey-eyed boy. “A sèance is a meeting of people who try to make contact with the dead, usually assisted by a medium!”

“So it’s very general,” Sam explained. “It’s really any way you want to contact the dead, however there are ways to make it better. One, being in a place where a lot of people have died aka this hotel. A lot of people that believe in the haunted.”

“If you make it seem welcoming, safe and comfortable spirits are more keen to communicate,” Caspian added and Sam nodded.

“And we’re literally in a home-looking hotel room with candles lit, very warm colours everywhere, we’re trying to make this very home-y,” Sam agreed.

“I’m scared bro,” Corey admitted. “I’m sorry bro, I don’t like this.”

“I honestly feel like this is a perfect setting though,” Colby agreed. “I mean, what else do we need?” Caspian bit back the urge to say ‘a medium’ as he played with his bracelet.

“No, I feel like this is some horror movie crap, bro,” Corey intervened, and they all turned to Jake, who was playing with the lighter.

Sam went to say something but before he could, Colby reached out and grabbed the lighter from the other’s hands, turned it off, and threw it across the room. “What if that had turned on when you threw it and you burned this entire place to ashes and dust?” Caspian whispered and they all turned to him with raised eyebrows. “What?”

“When we did Queen Mary, I think we all agreed that there was some weird, like, level of comfort to it, like we weren’t scared,” Jake remembered and Colby quietly whispered an explanation in Caspian’s ear, who thanked him.

“Yeah, the reason why Queen Mary worked was we all believed, we were all comfortable, and we were all together with an energy, if we can make that happen again,” Sam explained, but was interrupted by Jake.

“That’s freaking me out,” Jake stated, pointing up at the chandelier which had been gently swaying back and forth with the occasional creak.

“Yeah but Queen Mary we didn’t light a bunch of candles and say a bunch of spells to get someone to talk to us,” Corey protested and Caspian stiffened instinctively, prepared for him to talk bad about witches or something. “Queen Mary just happened.”

“But we asked it politely, so we’ve basically done a sèance before, just a very weird one,” Sam reasoned. Caspian raised his hand gently.

“I’ve done sèances before,” he interjected. “Ever since I was a kid.”

“What the fuck?” Jake asked in confusion and Caspian shrugged.

“My family just did that kind of stuff.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” Jake told Corey. “You just have to be here.”

“Yeah like, you have the best paranormal energy so we just really need you to be here,” Sam confirmed, although he glanced at Caspian as he spoke. For some reason, he had a feeling that the ‘best paranormal energy’ of the group had changed.

Jake began explaining he’d heard something and Corey agreed, but Caspian was barely listening. His mind had zoned out as he stared at the corner, unable to reconnect. After a minute, he felt Sam shift to begin the sèance and instantly fell back into his body - or at least that's what it felt like.

“We must say these words together,” Sam explained. “‘Our beloved blank’, so whoever’s spirit so Black Dahlia, anything we want to contact, ‘we bring you gifts from life, into death. Commune with us, and move along.’”

“What?” Corey gasped. “What do you mean ‘we give you gifts from life to death’?”

“We’re giving them a way to communicate by using our life energy from the dead,” Caspian explained.

“I’d like to say is there ‘someone’ here, like, let’s not call them spirits,” Jake offered. “Last time I think that's how we got to have Queen Mary, as we treated it just like another person.”

Caspian agreed hastily, as he’d been about to say the same thing.

“What if we say all together ‘if there’s anybody out here right now we invite you to use your energy and show yourself’ or something” Colby offered.

“To speak through us?” Sam asked and Colby nodded. “Okay, let’s do it. You guys ready?”

“I mean, I’ll sit here,” Corey agreed.

They all reached out and joined hands.

“So together, what are we gonna say?” Sam asked.

“‘If there's somebody or there's someone here-” Colby began, but Corey interrupted upon hearing something again. Caspian felt himself zone out, but zone back in moments later. He shuddered at the strange feeling.

“If there’s someone here,” Jake, Sam, Colby and Caspian said altogether, all of their eyes closed as Corey patiently waited. “Please use our energy, to communicate with us.”

“Guys, its shaking,” Corey said, pointing up at the chandelier. Caspian looked up and spotted what the other was seeing. “Look! It’s shaking.”

“Should I grab the camera so it can see it?” Sam questioned, eyes fixated on the lamp. Caspian shivered as his eyes remained fixated on the chandelier, his ears tuning out the others’ conversation. He saw Sam get up and move the camera out of the corner of his eye, but couldn’t move his attention from the light.

Colby tapped Caspian gently, pulling him from his daze with a concerned look. Caspian shook his head when Colby went to ask.

The boys rejoined their hands again after conversing quickly.

“Alright, close eyes,” Sam began and they all did. “Three, two, one.”

“If you are here,” all five boys began speaking in sync, and Caspian let his eyelids relax from their squeezed shut position. “Use our energy to make a sound or sign.”

Caspian breathed in and out deeply, eyes still closed before he felt something. Something in his mind, as though he could see something even though all he saw was black. He lifted his head and opened his eyes nonchalantly, his gaze connecting with Jake’s.

At the same time, both boys jerked back abruptly, and then all four candles flickered out.

“What the fuck?!” Colby exclaimed as they all pushed their chairs away from the table in a hurried panic, moving away so quickly that the camera fell. Or at least, that's what they thought the reason was.

Corey began quickly trying to leave whilst Sam protested, but all Caspian could do was stare at the candles. As the four began to argue, Caspian slowly shuffled closer to the candles, inspecting the wicks and the tiny, remaining flickering light on each. He licked his fingers and moved to snuff the candle, only for it to go out before he could even touch it. The honey-eyed boy flinched back in confusion, before moving to the next, and then the next, and then the next, but everytime he got close to snuffing the candles, they blew out.

Colby grabbed the camera as Corey continuously tried to get them to leave, all while Sam tried to debunk the situation. They hurriedly ended the sèance and the four boys moved to the living room, not even noticing Caspian who’d begun collecting the candles.

As the others moved around the hotel room and turned on all the lights, Caspian gathered his stuff. They chilled in the main living room altogether for an hour before Caspian stood up, all eyes turning to him.

“I have to go, Roslin and I need to be back by midday,” Caspian told them with a regretful smile. The boys gasped and Colby lunged to his feet, wrapping the honey-eyed boy up in a hug. The other three boys joined in almost immediately.

“Here’s my phone number,” Colby told him, handing a small, ripped piece of paper with a phone number scribbled on it. “Call me. I’ll give you the others later.”

Caspian nodded. “I’ll miss you guys.”

“Aww,” Corey cooed. “We’ll miss you too!”

“Yeah, we should collab again,” Sam insisted and all five boys nodded eagerly.

“Oh definitely,” Caspian agreed.

The group all bid their farewells and promised to collab again and talk later, before Caspian left with a sad smile. He made his way down the hallway to his room with Roslin, opening it with a sigh. Roslin looked up at him from his place on the edge of the bed.

“How’d it go?” The fiery-haired boy asked cheerfully, placing his phone down. Caspian groaned in response and slumped down against the wall. “That chaotic?” Caspian hummed in agreement. “Starbucks?”

“Fuck yeah, I need an iced coffee.”

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A/N: I seriously hoped you all enjoyed that because it took me days and I need just, pure espresso at this point.

I do requests, so please send those!

Love y'all!!!

Edit: its tmrw (the day after i posted this) and i got my iced coffee!!!! 🥳🥳🥳

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crazyyanderefangirlfan · 10 months

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Re-married Empress Oc

(In public)

(In private)

"I hope karma slaps you in the face before I do."

Name: Hecate Callista Astoria

Nicknames: Queen of the Witches, The Dark Lady, Grand Duke Kaufman's lover.

Role: Grand Princess of a small but powerful kingdom and Witch.

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Appearance: Hecate has beautiful oval face with obsidian black semi wavy mid-back hair with side bangs in an updo in public and loose in private, dark teal eyes and pale skin. She wear warm pink eyeshadow and light pink lipgloss, she has an hourglass figure and stands 165 cm.

Clothing: Hecate usually wear dresses that show off her figure, her favorite is a black dress with slit sleeves, gold fasteners hold it together and a sweetheart neckline with gold leaves embroidered and lace up black block heel sandals . She usually wears a gold collar necklace and gold laurel wreath crown.

Personality: She carries herself with royal demeanor and resembles a clean freak in many ways. She also exhibits a certain level of contempt for those who take carelessness with their looks. Hecate disapproves of the concept of wishing for something to happen since she thinks that achieving one's goals can only be attained by genuine effort.

Hecate is a brilliant thinker who is also incredibly clever and humorous. She appears to be examining everyone she is staring at with her cold, analytical eyes. She loves learning as sometimes seen having deep conversations especially with mages.

Hecate is exceedingly stubborn and strong-willed, as well as incredibly determined and courageous. She has demonstrated a great deal of boldness, courage, and fearlessness.

Although Hecate has a very kind heart, she can be quite harsh and judgemental when she meets new people. However, once they have won her favor, Hecate is exceedingly loyal.

Hecate is known for her bluntness and her lack of filter. She doesn't mind annoying or insulting those who disagree with her or find her annoying. Rashta and Sovieshu are prime examples as Hecate calls them "the perfect match for stupidity."

Powers and abilities: She's a highly powerful witch who's known for her potions and her overwhelming power. Her presence makes the area she is in engulfed by magic.

Her know abilities are:

Mystiokinesis: Hecate is a prodigy in magic.

Potion creation: Hecate's potions are highly powerful and sought after. Some potions come in different forms of liquid, such as jelly, stew, brew, or even soup. They can also be made into solid form, often pills, powder, candy, and possibly drugs.

Prophecy: She can see multiple futures that could happen and predict prophecies.

Mist Control: Hecate has absolute control over the Mist. A swirling column of pure white Mist surrounds her when she is present. She can teleport people, summon Mistforms, and create illusions.

Umbrakinesis: Hecate can control and manipulate darkness and shadows

Necromancy: Hecate can control and manipulate the dead, however it takes more of her power.

Familiar summoning: Hecate can summon her familiars when she needs them.

#the remarried empress #grand duke kaufman #duke kaufman #hecate astoria

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little-x-foxx · 1 year

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Friday

Solar System Venus

Element Water

Colors Aqua, Blue, Green, Indigo, Pink

Garden Amaranth, Anemone, Bergamot, Carnation, Cinquefoil, Deer’s Tongue, Geranium, Hibiscus, Honeysuckle, Hyacinth, Iris, Lady’s Mantle, Lavender, Orris Root, Patchouli, Rose, Snapdragon, Strawberry, Vanilla

Crystals Apophyllite, Aquamarine, Aventurine, Beryl, Blue Lace Agate, Desert Rose, Fire Opal, Garnet, Moonstone, Pink Calcite, Rose Quartz, Smithsonite, Smoky Quartz, Snowflake Obsidian, Staurolite, Wulfenite

Metal Copper

Themes Emotions, Fertility, Friendship, Happiness, Love, Magic, Passion, Pleasure, Romance, Sex/uality, Wisdom

#magical correspondences #magick #days of the week #friday #paganism #pagan #paganblr #cottage witch #cottage witchcraft #witch #witchcraft #witchblr #book of shadows #book of shadows pages #grimoire #grimoire pages #littlexfoxx #thefoxxburrow

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wurm-food · 10 months

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I know it's supposed to be ME telling YOU things - like you're awesome, and I'm glad we're friends, and I just adore your vibes and energy.

But, like, tell me about Uta. Do you self-ship with her? Do you have an OTP for her? What's your favoritest head canon for her? Do you have a favorite fic you've wrote with her in it? Or maybe one someone else has.

Gush to me, I'm here for it ♥

Oh my god yes!! Sorry this took me until today to respond to, I love any opportunity to talk about my favorite girl. 🥰

I do self-ship with her, both solo (UtaWurm) and poly with Sanji (lovingly referred to as the Heartthrob Trio <3). But I do also ship her almost exclusively with Perona! (I'm exploring some other ships with her as well, but this one if definitely an OTP)

I have a few head canons for her!

Shanks did not style her hair as a kid, absolutely no way. I think that job went to Beckmann!

Uta is bi (like most of my faves) but she definitely is very soft for the ladies, particularly a certain cute pink goth girl. When it comes to how Perona and Uta met, sometimes I like to think it's because of Shanks and Mihawk's... connection. Other times, I like to think Perona has always been a fan of Uta's and just fell hard for her favorite idol! If I had to assign a song to PeroUta, I'd choose Monster by King Princess. (if you're a fan of Adventure Time, you should check out the Distant Lands episode called Obsidian too)

Uta not only sings, she also plays piano and a little guitar as well! If you've ever seen the movie Breakfast at Tiffany's, there's this scene where Audrey Hepburn is playing guitar and singing a ballad in her apartment window and it makes me think of Uta every time.

If you thought the ASL bros were a menace, add Uta to the mix for EXTRA shenanigans. She can turn on the charm and the cutesy eyes and create the perfect distraction for the brothers to take a bunch of food and treasure!

Her favorite fruit is strawberries, favorite flower is peony, favorite animal is a rabbit, and she always has a tea for every occasion. She's gotta keep her voice in tip top shape after all!

How did I pull her? She came across me playing music and singing and she decided to sit and play with me. She's very smooth... Sanji also had MAJOR heart eyes for her but could tell I felt a type of way about her, so he backed off until we became an item (she thinks he's a lot but in a cute and slightly pathetic way)

As for fic recommendations, I'm always on the lookout since her tag is pretty barren in that regard. I HIGHLY encourage you to check out my lovely friend @starblazer124 's works! For Family, It's Worth the Fight keeps me up at night. I'll also pitch my fic Sleepy Eyes as well, it's short and very sweet :)

Wow this was a lot!! If you read all of this, I'm sending you kisses. Thanks for giving me a chance to talk your ear off!

#this was sooooooo long i'm so sorry #maybe this will get my ass back into writing mode!#wurm.answers #utawurm #heartthrob trio #sanutawurm

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dabilove27 · 2 years

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Chapter 2

Chapter 1 | Next Chapter

Paring: Draken (Ken Ryuguji) x Fem!Reader

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 6.7 K

Warnings: Jealous Draken, Angst, People who won’t confess feelings, mentions of rape, language, some angst, abduction, physical assault, attempted sexual assault, OC as reader's friend. Let me know if I missed anything!

a/n: Thank you for being so patient as I worked on chapter two! I hope y'all enjoy and apologies for the angst! Big things are coming! Thank you so much to my lovely wife @lady-lunaaa for your support and screaming and never ending love of Mikey and thank you to my sweet friend @gixxie for all of your support and love and making me laugh non stop in your comments! Love y'all forever!

After Ken's decision not to let you come to the brothel anymore, the only place the two of you see each other is at school, small meetups at local parks, or events with Toman. It’s different and strange. You miss the times lying together in his bed, laughing at stupid memes on his phone. And you miss the girls, their loving embraces and coos, and even the jokes of "don't let Kenny boss you around!" Your second home has been taken away. But you choose not to push the issue; it actually isn’t your home, so you can't push the problem.

Instead, you try to put on a happy face whenever you’re around each other. But you can't deny the ache in your heart whenever you're with him. Wishing and wanting that everything could go back to normal. The worst thing is your lack of a poker face, your emotions open and raw for everyone to see. Very quickly after Draken has told you not to come to the brothel anymore, Chifuyu catches you after a group outing to a cafe.

As Draken is packing a sleeping Mikey on his back, you begin to walk ahead of the group trying to pull in your churning emotions. Chifuyu pats you on the shoulder and shocks you out of your inner thoughts. You meet his bright green eyes as he catches up with your pace. "You doin' okay? You don't seem like yourself."

You can see the concern laced in his furrowed brows and hear the worry in his voice. It's sweet how much he cares about you, but you're also embarrassed that whatever is going on between you and Draken is showing this easily. You think you hid it pretty well but apparently not if Chifuyu can see it so clearly.

Trying to wave him off, you put on a happy smile and assure him you're okay. But he isn't convinced. He knows you better than that. He's seen the distance and tearful glances you've thrown Draken's way. And it makes his heart ache for you. He's grown so close to you over the past few years, and as much as he has the dedication to Toman, you're his friend, and he wants you to be happy.

Unbeknownst to the two of you, deep obsidian eyes watch the interaction folding out on that sleepy Saturday morning. Draken watches as Chifuyu slings an arm around your shoulder and pulls you into a playful side hug. A pang of irritation goes through him as he sees how close the vice captain's face gets to yours.

No, stop it, you idiot, they're friends. And you don't have any claim to her anyway. He tries to rationalize with himself as Mikey's soft snores fill his ears.

"You're going to lose your chance Kenchin," a sleepy voice mumbles on his back. That’s Mikey for you, acting aloof but always incredibly perceptive. If anyone knows the feelings the two of you share, it’s him. He quickly picks up on things like that and could see it the first time he saw the two of you together. He sees how Draken is so protective over you and the pink blush that dusts his cheeks when he’s around you. And you’re just as obvious, stuttering like a young school girl anytime Draken rips off his shirt (which happened to be more often than you would expect).

"Go get her, Kenny," Mikey mumbles, and the soft snores resume. Draken tightens his hold on Mikey's legs. He's torn between rushing forward and looking like a jealous boyfriend or staying behind and letting you go. Neither speaks to him, but his body is moving forward before he can think out a plan. With long strides, he reaches the two of you in a matter of moments.

As he approaches, he hears Chifuyu suggest in a soft voice, "We could go to the movies or a cafe, whatever works for you." A slight tinge of pink on the shorter man's cheeks. Draken feels his blood pound through his veins at Chifuyu's proposal. But he has to remind himself that he doesn't own you and can't decide who you hang out with–or date. He doesn't have that say because he can't bring himself to ask you out. But thinking of you with someone else makes his heart heavy.

You feel humbled and a bit surprised by Chifuyu's offer. Never expecting him to be so bold, but it warms your heart. But before you respond, you spot Draken standing behind you, Mikey fast asleep on his back.

"Hi, Ken!" You can't help how your eyes light up at the sight of him, how your stomach flips as his eyes meet yours. As hard as you try, he's like a drug you can't quit.

You miss the disappointment and anxiety in Chifuyu's eyes as he stares wide-eyed at the taller man. But Draken sees it; he notices the absolute fear of a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar in Chifuyu’s expression. And it hits him that even though he loves you and wants to be the one taking you out on dates–he's standing in the way of your happiness with someone else.

Shame and guilt flood through him like a storm. It’s not right of him; you deserve to be happy. And he knows Chifuyu will treat you well; the guy might be even more smitten with you than he is. He's not sure if the following words hurt worse than when he told you that you can't come to the brothel, but it sends a stabbing pain through him. But he puts on his big smile and says pointedly, "You should go to the cafe or movies, or whatever. You'll have fun!" The last sentence is choked out with feigned enthusiasm as he places his large hand on your shoulder and gives it a little squeeze.

But he regrets the words right after they come out of his mouth as he watches your face fall. That beaming smile disappears from your face and is replaced with a faint frown. It breaks his heart in two, and he wishes he could shove the words back in, but that would be selfish of him. You deserve happiness; you deserve to have fun. And so he keeps his smile perfectly poised on his face while his heart rips from the inside out.

While you, on the other hand, can't control the hurt as it paints its way across your features. You know what you want him to say; you want him to step in and ask you to the movies. You want to go on dates with Ken. As sweet as Chifuyu is, he'll never be Ken, never make your heart race like Ken can. But what are you supposed to do? Look like an idiot and fight with him about how you won't have fun because it isn't him? No, that would ruin everything; everything you are working so incredibly hard to preserve would be gone in a few words.

So you suck up the pain, hurt, and rejection and correct your appearance. After a nervous tug to your lower lip with your teeth, you put on a fake smile and turn back to Chifuyu. "Yeah, sure! The movies sound fun," you say with as much enthusiasm as you can muster. You're so busy just trying to keep it together you miss the way Chifuyu's bright eyes gleam, and then he starts to rattle off ideas as he continues the slow walk back home with you.

Draken watches your two retreating figures as that green envious monster claws up his throat. He keeps repeating that this is for your happiness and that it's not fair to hold you back. But it hurts so bad to watch you walk away with another guy. Knowing that maybe in a different life, that could be him standing next to you.

"You're an idiot, Kenchin," a barely audible voice rumbles on his back.

"Shut up, Mikey," he replies solemnly.

Things are just different after that. Everyone can feel the tension in the air. Even though Draken puts up a good front, no one misses how his eyes dart to you and Chifuyu at every get-together. Others in the group also see the distance growing between you and Draken. No longer does he offer you his checkered sweater on cooler days or give you piggyback rides when your feet are too tired.

Mikey incessantly pushes the issue with Draken, commenting on losing an opportunity and how he must be blind. Draken only responds, "We're just friends; it's all we've ever been." Mikey lets out a huff of annoyance and walks away.

You and Chifuyu hadn't made anything official, just a few dates here and there. He's a goofy gentleman who's so nice to you, always making you laugh. But there's that deep nagging feeling that continually pops up. Whispering in your ear–he's not as tall as Ken, Ken would've loved this movie, Ken would never do that. The incessant reminders of your best friend makes it hard to even see Chifuyu as a partner. You're considering telling Chifuyu that right now probably isn't the best time. It's not fair to lead him on like this.

But little did you know that choice would be made for you.

It's a breezy Thursday night, the night before graduation for you and Draken, when Mikey calls an emergency meeting of the captains. The five captains (the sixth captain currently being debated), leader, and vice-leader are all in attendance. Mikey stands on the stone steps in front of the old temple that marks their regular gathering point.

"Thank you all for coming here on short notice," Mikey addresses them sternly, the full moon shining behind him through the slowly moving tree branches. Anxiety wraps its way through Draken's gut as he watches Mikey. He can tell something is off; even Mikey is scared, an emotion he hardly ever sees on the captain's face.

Whatever the reason he called everyone here must be important. The last time something like this happened, one of Pah's members had been attacked, and his girlfriend was raped. A worry for Aoi flashes quickly through Draken's mind, but he knows there's no way Mikey would be this calm if something happened to her. But he can't push away the nagging feeling eating him up inside.

"While these individuals might not be members of Toman, they are crucial to all of us." Mikey clears his throat before pacing along the stone walkway. "As you all know, many of us have girlfriends, sisters, female friends" he punctuates the last word while casting a side-long glance at Draken.

Draken feels his heart race at the slight glance. His thoughts instantly drift to you. Are you involved in whatever Mikey is about to bring up? But he doesn't have time to dwell on that thought as Mikey continues.

"These people are very near to us; unfortunately, some bastards out there are using this to get to us."

It feels like the world has fallen out under Draken's feet; his stomach flips and churns as he desperately tries to remember the last time you texted him. He can't hear any of the words coming out of Mikey's mouth; the only sound reaching him are the screaming thoughts in his head as he stares blankly at their leader.

Intuitive as always, Mikey places a hand on Draken's broad shoulder, snapping him out of his thoughts. "Thankfully, no one has gotten hurt yet, but two of our member's girlfriends were followed home this week," Mikey continues as he paces away from Draken and scans the other captains. Mikey continues to talk about how he doesn't want them to scare all the women in their lives but to be on the lookout for other gangs.

By the end of the meeting, Draken is itching to grab his phone and call you to ensure you're okay. But like Mikey said, he doesn't want to scare you. But he can't be around twenty-four-seven, so how is he supposed to protect you? Nausea churns in his stomach as his heart races. When Mikey ends the meeting, Draken quickly walks away from the group without a goodbye and fishes his phone out of his pocket.

His heart finally stops racing when he sees a text sent only twenty minutes ago from you saying you're looking forward to seeing him at graduation tomorrow. He debates if he should call you or just text back. It feels selfish to ruin your excitement of graduation just so he can make sure you're home safe.

As Draken walks home, he goes back and forth on what he should do as he worries his bottom lip between his teeth until he finally decides to text you back.

Kenny: I cant wait to see u 2

Kenny: hey u get home okay?

You: Yeah! Why is everything alright?

Kenny: yeah just wanted to make sure

Kenny: night see u tmrw

You lay back on your soft bed, feeling a bit of unease at Ken's sudden question. It's normal for him to check in on you, but that was out of the blue. Usually, it's after the two of you have hung out or a simple "good night." You're also happy he texted you though; something about it lets you know that even though you two don't spend as much time together anymore, he still cares about you. And so you end up going to bed with mixed feelings in your heart and hoping for a fun graduation tomorrow. Where you and Ken can celebrate.

Graduation day is busy and bustling. Proud families surround their graduates after the ceremony. A sense of pride and happiness fills you with the accomplishment of finishing high school, knowing that your life in adulthood is around the corner. You're finally able to slip away from your parents and little sister for a minute to go congratulate Ken.

He looks dashing in his black pants and a white button-down shirt. So not him, but you wouldn't mind seeing him dress up more often. When his eyes meet yours, that smile you love so much expands across his face, and you can't help the giddy feeling that flows through your heart.

Your pace picks up as you move quickly to him, his opening arms, a signal for a hug. As you approach him, your heart begins to race, and the feelings you try so hard to press further down come bubbling up to the surface. You aren't sure you'll ever be able to get rid of them as you practically collide with his sturdy frame, arms wrapping around his solid mid-section. He smells like home and comfort, and you swear this is the safest place in the world when he wraps his muscular arms around yours.

"Congratulations, Kenny!" You exclaim lifting your head to look up at his serene face. Your heart aches thinking about the future, school is the one place you could count on seeing Ken, and now you aren't sure what will happen to your friendship. You hardly see him outside of school anymore. But like all the uncomfortable feelings surrounding him, you stuff them down, you don’t want this moment with him ruined.

"Congratulations yourself!" He responds as he holds you close to him. The same thoughts and feelings are flying through him. He’s anxious that he doesn't have a set place to see you anymore. And especially with what's happening with what Mikey said, he doesn’t know how safe it is to be seen in public together. But he isn’t willing to risk your safety at the brothel, even if that meant he could spend more time with you. Every thought is like a hurricane in his mind, and he can't seem to sort them all out. What he wouldn’t give for things to be easy.

He wishes that he could hold you like this forever, he'll never admit it to you, but it feels so right to have you in his arms. You fit perfectly with him. And without thinking, he places a small peck on your forehead. A sign of affection he's never done before. Maybe it’s all the emotion surrounding graduation day, but he can’t hold himself back. The urge to connect with you is so much stronger with the lingering thought of departure.

Your insides blossom when his warm lips meet your forehead, and you wonder if you've misread all his signs of disinterest these years. It feels like your heart is hammering so loud that the entire crowd of people can hear it. But Ken pulls quickly away, disentangling his arms from you as you drop your own after realizing what he has done. And probably regretting it. The sour thought only makes your happiness plummet.

Of course, he didn't mean anything by it. He's never shown interest in you. Practically encouraged you to date Chifuyu. This means nothing; he's just your friend. You have to think about these things to help the neverending break in your heart. To keep you grounded so you don't blow away with the wind.

Draken watches your smile fall as he realizes his mistake. Realizing that he’s thrown a wrench in such a happy occasion. Internally panicking, he knows he’s stepped over the line. His mind begins to race as he tries to figure out how to improve this.

"Ah,–" he clears his throat and absentmindedly rubs the shaved part of the back of his head. "I should–wait, I brought this for you!" Stumbling over his words Draken turns to the bench and picks up a bouquet of wildflowers, your favorite.

That little flutter pops inside you, and your smile returns. You reach out to take the flowers. The pink and clear plastic wrapping around them crinkles in your hand. "Thank you, Kenny. You didn't have to do that," you say sweetly as you stare into his dark eyes.

He lets a little chuckle again, happy that he could curb his horrible mistake. "Of course I did! You deserve flowers for all your hard work. What are you–ow!" Ken stops mid-sentence as a hand smacks the middle of his back in a "friendly" greeting, followed by a mess of blonde hair peeking around the taller man.

Heart aching and tears stinging at the corner of your eyes as you look at the group of young men gathered around. Mikey, Mitsuya, Chifuyu, Baji, and Pah all stand around you, giving their congratulations. Your second family is here and even though your time is limited with them, it’s still nice to see them all.

Mikey slips around Draken and hugs you, unintentionally pushing the precious flowers into your stomach. "Congratulations! I knew you could do it! Aoi is sorry she couldn't be here; she got called into work but wanted me to tell you that she sends you her best."

A full smile comes across your face as you take in his words. These people really care about you. They help you feel at home. Mikey pulls away from you but still holds onto your forearms as he eyes the bouquet. "Kenny got you a bouquet, eh?" He asks while wiggling his eyebrows.

Giggling you let out a fake huff, "You know it's not like that, Mikey. We’re just friends. I've told you a thousand times now."

"Yeah yeah, sure, sure," Mikey jokingly dismisses you with a wink as he turns to walk back towards the group.

The other men are discussing where they can go to get something to eat, as their treat, that won't be entirely crowded. Walking up to the group you join their conversation.

"How about that hot pot place on the corner?" Mitsuya asks, always the clever one knowing it was hidden away and everyone would go to the more popular places.

All of you give affirmatives. Now that your family has already left to return home, it gives you a little time to spend with your friends. And after your earlier thoughts of not knowing how often you’re going to see them, you’re going to soak this up as much as possible. But first, you had to run to the bathroom.

"Hey guys, I’m just going to run to the restroom, and I'll be right back!" you inform them while hurrying to the bathrooms inside the building where your class just graduated.

The inside is mostly empty except for a few stragglers, a much different environment from the bustling crowds outside. You find your way to the women's bathroom, walk through the entryway, and make your way to one of the stalls. The bathroom seems empty and is a nice quiet escape from all the noise outside.

Taking a moment you take a deep breath and decompress from the busy day, trying hard not to let your mind wander back to Draken's kiss. You're so caught up in not thinking you don't even realize the imposing figure approaching you from behind. A giant hand with damp cloth covers your mouth and you don’t even have time to scream. The next thing you know, you're completely knocked out, and all that's left of your presence is the wildflower bouquet falling apart on the tile floor.

Mikey lets out a loud yawn as the group waits for you to return from the bathroom. "Hey, do you think she's okay? It's been like twenty minutes," Mikey ponders as he checks the time on his phone.

Draken can feel an uneasiness churning in his stomach at Mikey's pondering. Because he's right, twenty minutes is a long time to spend in the bathroom, especially with the crowd thinning out. There shouldn't be that long of a wait to use the restroom. Worrying his bottom lip with his teeth, Draken finally decides to go ahead and just check it out.

The group follows closely behind in silence for backup just in case something happens. Draken feels his pulse pounding in his chest as they enter the large glass doors and approach the area with the bathrooms. It's practically deserted here, which only confirms his worries that you aren't just waiting for an open stall.

As the group arrives at their destination, there’s no one around, not a single soul, causing Draken's mind to flutter with all the worst-case scenarios. His eyes dart around the surrounding area looking for anyone or anything that might show him you're okay.

"Should one of us go in?" Chifuyu asks while watching as Draken seems to be approaching panic.

"Well, if you want to use the ladies' room, just go ahead; no ones around," Baji snickers while pushing Chifuyu's back towards the doorway.

"Oh, shut the fuck up, Keisuke," Chifuyu snaps back with a huff.

"Will the two of you just stop it!" Draken roars at the both of them, his anxiety getting the best of his emotions. "I'll fucking go in," he doesn't give anyone else time to respond as he walks through the entryway of the bathroom.

"Is anyone here?" Draken calls out before fully entering the bathroom, just in case. But he's only met with silence, his voice echoing off the walls. The panic is a storm inside of him when he hears nothing back. You would’ve just returned to the group. There's no way you would just leave without letting him know. He takes another step in, the sound of his boots roaring in his ears.

Looking around the bathroom, he's met with pristine surfaces and a trash can filled with too many discarded paper towels, but absolutely no people. His heart is hammering in his chest, and he almost vomits when his boot meets a crinkly sound.

His eyes instantly dart down, and laying strewn haphazardly is the bouquet he brought you. Petals falling apart under his boot. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He can't think straight; adrenaline is rushing through his veins. He didn't want to believe something horrible had happened to you, but all the signs were pointing down that path.

He turns around and bolts out of the bathroom to get the others. His sole focus is finding you.

Nausea washes over you as you blearily open your eyes. Everything seems blurred as you try to understand where you are and what happened. It takes a moment to grasp that you're lying on the floor. Cold, hard, and dirty floor. It looks like dark granite and is covered in a thin layer of dust and dirt. There isn't too much light with the sun going down.

You try to push your body up when you realize you can't move your arms. Both hands are tightly woven behind your back, and a thick rope cord digs into your wrists. Panic begins to flood your veins as memories of what happened become clear. Flashes of being in the bathroom, a hand covering your mouth, and then blacking out pop into your mind. You try to calm your racing heart and panicky breathing. Knowing you have to think somewhat rationally to get out of here. But the only thought racing in your mind is I'm going to die.

Your thoughts stop dead in their tracks as a raking voice calls out, "Hey! Boss! I think she's waking up." You close your eyes quickly, hoping they'll leave you alone if they think you're asleep. But that doesn't stop your labored breathing as heavy footsteps clang on the dirty floor as they approach you.

"Hey girly, come on now, we know you're awake. I hope you didn’t want to be an actress," a deep voice rumbles, sending fear down your spine. You still can't bring yourself to open your eyes and face your abductor. Thoughts are racing through your mind of all the horrible outcomes that could happen when you feel a hard impact to your stomach.

The air from your lungs escapes, and your eyes flash open as you let out a breathless scream. Your eyes are watering, but that doesn't block out the dark black boot standing right in front of your face. "There she is, good morning, sunshine," he coos condescendingly; it makes you want to vomit. But again, you don't have time to process that thought before a hand grabs your hair at the roots and pulls you up into a sitting position.

A scream escapes this time. Whoever is in the room begins to chuckle at your struggle against their "boss." Adrenaline flows throughout you as you thrash to get away from him. But it's to no avail; the man has a tight grip on you, and each movement only pulls tighter against your scalp.

Once you stop struggling, the man unceremoniously drops you against a large freight box, your back pressed against the harsh wood as you look at your captor. You don't recognize him, but you can tell he's in a gang. Scars litter his face amongst a sneering smirk, and he's dressed in white with a black tiger outline embroidered on the arm.You can't show him any weakness, can't let him see how scared you genuinely are.

"Wh–what do you want?" You pant out, trying to ignore the searing pain in your scalp and willing tears not to fall from your eyes.

A deep chuckle escapes from the man in front of you, "Ah ah ah, little girl, you don't get to ask questions before answering mine." His taunting tone makes you want to spit in his face, but you decide you may need to hold back for now as he asks his first question. "You're the vice leader's girl, right? Draken?"

A sinister grin grows on his face as he watches the shock in your eyes. He already knows the answer to his question just by your expression alone. But he's keen on toying with you.

You try to rack through your brain if Draken ever mentioned this gang or this man. But he stopped talking about things involving Toman, including rival gangs, long ago. You can't figure out why they want you, of all people.

Unless–

Rage bubbles up inside you at the thought of these bastards using you as bait. Going after a weak point instead of having an actual fight. It's that rage that fuels your outburst, "Fuck you! You're stupid to think you'll get out of this alive." Your eyes are burning as you meet him; you won't back down. If these are your last moments you’re going down with a fight.

But to your shock, the man only grins wider, "You’re feisty, yeah? That will make this more fun then." His voice drips with malice, and despite your strong front, you do everything to hold in your racing heart and churning stomach.

Bile climbs your throat as you watch the tall man produce a knife from his pocket. You're going to die here, is all that flashes through your mind seeing the cool silver glint off the dull lights in the warehouse.

"Draken will kill you! If you kill me, he won't have any mercy!" You hate the sound of begging in your voice, the quiver of fear. You want to be strong, but to be honest, you're fucking scared. You didn't even get to say goodbye to the guys, your family, or Draken. The tears you had been fighting so hard to keep back began to spill.

"Well, now, it looks like I got an answer to my question. And that's exactly what I want. I want that bastard so blind with rage he can't think straight; let the grief eat him alive." The man laughs as he kneels in front of you, placing the cool tip of the knife right under your chin. "But first, I want my own prize." His words send panic racing down your spine as you struggle to move away from him, but the bindings are too tight, and you're stuck.

Draken, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't careful enough. I'm sorry I never told you that I love you. You think about everything you never got to say to him as hot tears stream down your cheeks.

Shutting your eyes tightly, you will this nightmare to be over as you hear the fabric of your dress ripping under the knife. Cool air assaults your skin as the material is pulled away from your body by grubby hands. You hope that by keeping your eyes closed, all this will end quickly.

A low whistle greets your ears, and you clench your eyes even tighter. "No wonder the vice-captain was so enamored with you. You've got a hot body," the boss cackles out. You can feel his breath on your face, and you try everything to pull in on yourself, anything to escape this nightmare.

Suddenly, a loud burst and yelling cause you to open your eyes. The dim evening light is flowing through the open door of the building. Multiple familiar silhouettes are illuminated by the soft lighting. Your heart wrenches in your chest, and you cry out. You hadn't expected to be saved from this hell.

All the emotions stirring inside you escape in soft sobs and hot tears as you find Draken's face. His dark eyes swirl with anger and rage as he takes in the scene before him. You don't think you've ever seen him this angry. If looks could kill, the bastard in front of you would be reduced to flecks of blood.

"You better step away if you want to keep any of your bones intact," Draken's voice is eerily calm as he cracks his left knuckles in his right palm.

But the idiot kneeling in front of you only laughs as he stands up and turns towards the Toman members. "Aw man, you interrupted my playtime with my new toy," his voice drips with venom as he steps closer. A growl escapes Draken, which makes you quiver in fear. There's no way this gang's boss is getting out of this alive.

And as if someone released the floodgates, the men in the room fling themselves at each other. You try to keep track of the men you love so much, but it's a lot of moving bodies and praying that none of the ones dropping to the floor are your friends.

But your eyes are drawn to Draken's tall figure, unceremoniously throwing his fists into the man that was about to harm you. It's like he's being driven by an unseen force– it’s only goal is to destroy the man in front of him.

A presence approaches you, and you instantly flinch away and shut your eyes, afraid one of the goons is here to try and finish what the boss started. Until a calm voice that you know well begins to comfort you, "Shhh, hey, I know it's scary. Let's get you out of these ropes."

You can't stop more tears from escaping as Chifuyu gently unbinds you, releasing you from the rope cutting into your skin. You instantly pull your arms over your exposed chest before crumbling into Chifuyu's arms. All you want is for this to stop and for everything to return to normal. Chifuyu is whispering reminders to breathe as he rubs a comforting hand on your shoulder.

All you can think is how Ken was right, all this time trying to protect you from this world. But how could you have prevented this? You didn't ask to be abducted, so you're still in danger, even with all the steps he had taken to protect you. Thoughts swim non-stop in your head as you try to see through heavy tears.

Your abductor lays entirely still on the ground, crimson leaking from his nose that you're positive is crushed. Draken stands above him like a dark god, blood spattered on his knuckles and dress shirt untucked and disheveled. Looking around the room you find comfort in seeing all your friends standing. No wonder this gang had to go after the women of Toman because they clearly didn't stand a chance.

You're caught off guard when a white piece of fabric is draped over your shoulders. Whipping your head around, you make eye contact with Draken, his face still set in hard lines, no doubt lost in thought about how he let this happen. He's removed his dress shirt and stands clad in just his dress pants. If you weren't in a dire situation, you would've taken a moment to admire his chiseled abs. Instead, you take his shirt, oversized on your more petite frame, and wrap it around you to cover yourself more.

The rest of the group surrounds you, trying not to pepper you with questions, but you can see the concern etched in their faces. So you put on a fake smile, the best one you can muster right now. "I'm good, guys; I'm sorry I caused this trouble."

"Hey now, don't say that," Chifuyu coos sweetly, kneeling next to you. "You didn't do anything wrong; we're just glad you're okay." His words are soft and hesitant as he gives you a reassuring smile.

More tears begin to gather in your eyes. Chifuyu is so good; they were all so good to you. "Thanks, Fuyu," you whisper before leaning into the man again. "How did you find me, though?"

"You have your location on, silly," Baji jests gently with you. "Dumbasses didn't even think to dump your phone; thank fuck."

You let out a quiet ah before returning your focus to Ken. You can practically hear him thinking aloud as he just stares at you. Silent as stone.

"Ken, I promise it's okay." Reaching out your hand to him, aching to touch him, for him to say anything. You just want this all to be alright.

But everyone can see the storm brewing inside of him. The tear between keeping you close and pushing you away. The need to protect you and set you free. You feel so scared of what this might bring. But he still reaches out, grasping your smaller hand in his own to help you up off of the ground.

"I'll walk her home," Draken says to no one in particular as he wraps an arm around your waist and moves you toward the entrance of the building. You take the silent moment to instantly slip your arms in and button up his shirt, the material warming your chilled skin.

The two of you walk in silence for ages, your fancy shoes pinching the back of your heels with each step. You're thankful that not too many people were home on the streets because you can only imagine your state.

But anxiety is eating up your insides, words begging to spill out or wishing Ken would say something to break this unrelenting silence. It bubbles up your throat until you can't hold it back anymore and stop dead in your tracks. Untangling from Ken's hold, you move to face him. He still looks so distraught, brows furrowed tightly like a million thoughts are running through his mind.

"Ken, I–please tell me what you're thinking," you plead quietly, willing the ache in your stomach to stop. You try hard to tell yourself everything will be okay, but everything inside of you is screaming that it won't.

Draken releases a heavy sigh like he's been holding his breath for the whole walk home. He brings one of his hands to his temple and massages the area, a slight tick he's had forever. You know precisely what it means–he's stressed and battling with his thoughts. Trying to make a decision. Your heart lurches at the thought because deep down, you know what choice he's trying to make. But you don't want to acknowledge it; because that makes it real.

"I'm thinking that–'' Draken pauses, bringing his eyes to yours. Dark pupils are filled with uncertainty and a somberness as they stare into you. "I think that we shouldn't do this anymore. It's my fault that you were taken; it's my fault that he–I wasn't careful enough, and this would've never happened to you if it weren't for me." His voice is heavy as he chokes out the words, like saying them is killing him. Or maybe that's you pushing your feelings onto him because that's exactly how you feel. Like you’re dying inside.

"That's stupid! You had no idea he would be there today! I'll be more careful, Ken; I wasn't paying attention–" you try to derail this conversation because it's plummeting quickly to a place you know will destroy you.

But he cuts you off, "No!" He shouts, shocking you; it's not like Ken to lose his cool. "You're wrong; I was the stupid one. I was the one who was supposed to be making sure you were okay. And that bastard, he almost raped you; he would've killed you! Don't you see? I'm not good for you; you deserve a life where you don't have to look over your shoulders because–"

"Because why Ken? Because why?" You cut him off, anger in your veins. He can't do this again; he can't cut you out again. "It's my life, right? So why do you get to make this choice for me?" Tears are streaming down your cheeks again as you yell back at him.

"Because–cause I fucking love you, okay? Because I love you and always fucking have! You don't deserve this life! And I won't be the cause of your death!" He's shaking now, head hung low at the confession; a feeling of selfishness overwhelms him. He kept you around, knowing his life was dangerous because he was selfish. So he has to do this now because if he doesn’t, he will keep you longer, and next time you might die. And he'd never fucking forgive himself.

You stand there in silence; the words you always wanted to hear from him are floating heavily in the air. But this isn't how it was supposed to be. It’s supposed to be happy when he confesses, but all you can feel is your heart ripping to shreds.

"Is that really what you want, Ken? For us to be done? Because I've loved you too." It's your last-ditch effort; maybe he’ll rethink things, knowing you've always loved him.

But his head still hangs low; you can't tell if he's crying. All you can see is he's shaking. Breaking down in front of you, but you can't do anything.

"Yes," he says quietly, almost too soft for you to hear.

And with that one word, your world shattered.

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