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Hello, just wanna ask out of curiosity who is keencoffeefox?

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My biggest fan frr

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I'm so tempted to write angst for the brothers

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Somehow I'm not getting notifications from you, wonder why😒

brother, my midsems are coming up

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WE HIT 1K FOLLOWERS, THANK YOU SO MUCH <3

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Now I want four sisters with brother y/n....imagine they met the original siblings....

keen putting Octo to work fr

Also please note this post has a male reader <3

Victoria being the Eldest of the household has many expectations to live up too from her parents, she is supposed to be the ideal Eldest sibling, leaving no flaws for her younger siblings to pick up.

Working as a doctor, she's called into work often and suddenly so she tries to be with her brother as much as she can, her work provides her access to medicine and she's not above using it to keep her brother in check, hell, she'll make sure he depends on her if he ever gets too rowdy or even if he ever dares to go against her.

Victoria would get along with Two really well, handing him medicine or even free checkups for Two Or his siblings but she'd often bump heads with One as she doesn't really agree with his work Ethics.

Yara being the second Eldest shares similar responsibilities to Victoria and is the one who usually 'runs' the house.

Being a lawyer, she knows exactly how to get away with things and find loopholes when she needs too. She doesn't mind using it to help her siblings and she definitely doesn't mind when she can get people who get too close with you behind bars.

Yara tries to complete most of her work at home, not wanting to stay away from her brother for long periods of time. She's not above using the law to keep you in check, if she finds anything you've done against the law, she won't report it but she will hold it above your head all the time.

Yara works under One as part of his legal team and they get along really well as she keeps his company out of trouble.

Eloise being a professional pianist spends most of her time at home practising or in competitions, both of which she'll drag her brother too, throwing a fit if you decline or say you're busy.

The reputation she holds among her fans is unstained and will remain so, even if you were to tell someone the way she acts when you refuse her, no one would believe you.

Eloise adores when you come to watch her during practice or competitions, you're the first one she rushes too whenever she wins or composes a new piece.

She has all your favorite classical mastered and any element you mention you like, she adds to her pieces because if she doesn't add it for her brothers who will she add it for?

She'd get along with Four and Two, four getting her to experiment more with her music while Two likes to talk to her about music he enjoys.

Ruhi is the youngest but the strongest out of the siblings, since she was young she's always had an interest in boxing, learning it from someone before going on to pursue it professionally.

Ruhi likes to talk a lot, often chatting your ears off about how her training when or her opponent that day Or how boring it was without her brother tagging along.

Anytime she gets a reward, she rushes to show it to you first, hell, she refuses to participate in anything unless you're there and surely her dearest brother won't take away her career from her.

I'd say she has the least yandere tendencies only because people back off the moment they see her hanging around you.

She'd get along really well with Three because well, he's the one who got her into boxing before encouraging her to go professional with it 😋

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The waiting and nagging was worth it, another addition to my faves

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Octo at your service (⁠⁠´⁠◡⁠‿⁠ゝ⁠◡⁠`⁠)

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It's been so long i forgot how i formatted my posts, oops. @keencoffeefox here ya go

The throne room echoed with silence, broken only by the heavy rustle of your ceremonial robes. The crown on your head weighed more than gold—it carried the burden of resentment. Across from you stood your older brother, Prince Adrian, the rightful heir who had everything ripped away. His sharp gaze followed you like a predator, cold and unforgiving.

"Enjoying the weight of my crown?" Adrian’s voice dripped with scorn. He stood too close, his lips curving into a sneer. "I hope it crushes you.That crown doesn’t suit you,” he muttered, the corner of his mouth curling in disdain. “It’s just waiting for you to fail.”

Ever since you were named the new heir, Adrian made no effort to hide his contempt. His presence felt like a constant threat—sharp words, veiled glares, and subtle reminders that the crown would always belong to him. Even the warmth of family dinners had turned into silent battles, with him watching your every move as if waiting for you to slip.

And yet, despite his hatred, a small part of you still wanted his approval, the approval of your older brother who used to play with you, who used to sneak you out of lessons to go into town.

The brother who once looked at you with love, now looked at you like you were his greatest enemy.

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The attempt on your life came without warning.

It was a quiet night in the palace gardens. The scent of blooming roses filled the air, and the moonlight cast a pale silver glow over the winding stone paths. You had stepped away from the banquet to breathe—just for a moment. Alone, under the stars, the crown’s weight felt almost bearable.

Then, out of the shadows, a figure appeared—a glint of steel in their hand. Before you could react, the assassin's dagger plunged deep into your side, pain searing through your body. You staggered, blood soaking your clothes, your strength draining with each breath.

Your knees buckled, and you collapsed onto the grass, gasping for air. The world blurred as the garden spun around you, voices dimming into distant echoes. But just as the darkness threatened to pull you under, you felt a familiar, frantic grip on your body.

"NO!"

Adrian.

He was there, catching you before you could hit the ground. His hands pressed hard against the wound, trying to stop the bleeding, crimson staining his fingers and sleeves. His perfect composure shattered, leaving only raw panic in its place.

"Stay with me!" he whispered harshly, his breath ragged. He cupped your face with one trembling hand, forcing your unfocused gaze to meet his. "You can’t die. I won’t let you die."

For the first time, there was no trace of the cold, condescending brother you knew. His usual scorn was replaced by something far more terrifying—desperation, fear, and obsession all tangled together.

He looked down at you as though the thought of your absence was worse than any betrayal.

"Guards!" Adrian’s voice sliced through the night like a whip. "Find whoever did this! Bring them to me—alive!" His expression twisted with fury, a storm brewing beneath his calm mask. "They’ll pay for even thinking of touching you."

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You woke to the soft glow of candlelight flickering across the room. The scent of cedar and smoke was unmistakable—this wasn’t your room. Your side throbbed beneath tightly bound bandages, every breath a reminder of the dagger that had nearly ended your life. The silk sheets were too heavy, too warm, cocooning you in a false sense of security.

As your vision cleared, you saw him. Adrian sat at your bedside, hunched forward with his elbows on his knees, his fingers threaded through his hair. His royal poise was gone—he looked dishevelled, haunted, like he hadn’t slept since the moment you were attacked.

The moment you stirred, his head snapped up. The intensity in his gaze pinned you in place, making your heart race.

“You’re awake,” he breathed, the tension in his shoulders unravelling slightly. But instead of relief, there was something fierce in his gaze—an intensity that made your skin prickle. He leaned forward, resting one hand on your shoulder to keep you from sitting up further.

“You shouldn’t be moving,” he said, his voice quiet but edged with a sharpness that left no room for argument.

“I’m fine, Adrian,” you muttered, though the pain in your side made it clear you weren’t. “It’s not as bad as it looks.”

His expression darkened, and for a moment, you regretted speaking. “Not as bad?” he repeated, the words brittle with disbelief. “You were bleeding out in front of me—do you think that’s something I can just forget?”

There was no anger in his voice, only fear masked by frustration. His grip on your shoulder tightened slightly, not enough to hurt but enough to remind you that, in his mind, this was serious.

"Adrian, it’s not your fault—"

“I should’ve been there,” he interrupted, his voice low and trembling. "I should’ve been the one taking that blade, not you." He exhaled shakily, pressing a hand against his forehead, as if trying to rein in emotions that threatened to spill over. "You’re my little sibling... How could I let something like this happen to you?"

You shifted uncomfortably under the weight of his words, but Adrian leaned closer, his eyes clouded with something between guilt and obsession.

“I thought I hated you.” His voice was barely above a whisper, as if saying the words aloud made them heavier. “I thought losing the crown was the worst thing that could happen to me. But when I saw you lying there—” He broke off, his hands curling into fists. “I realized I didn’t care about the crown. I just wanted you to live.”

Silence hung heavy between you. The brother who had once stared at you with cold resentment now looked at you as though you were the only thing keeping him tethered to the world.

"Adrian," you began cautiously, "I’m not going anywhere."

His lips twitched into a small, fragile smile—one that didn’t reach his eyes. “You say that now. But if I hadn’t been there..." His voice trailed off, his jaw clenching as if the thought alone was too painful to finish.

“From now on,” he whispered, his voice low and resolute, “you’ll stay close. No more wandering off alone. No more reckless decisions.” His hand slid from your shoulder to hold your wrist, his grip firm but not harsh. “I’ll make sure of it.”

You frowned, pulling slightly against his grip. “I can take care of myself—”

“No,” Adrian said firmly, his voice sharp and final. “You won’t do this alone. I won’t let you.”

Adrian leaned forward, resting his forehead gently against yours in a rare, tender gesture. "You’re my little sibling," he murmured,"And I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. No matter what."

You felt his arm slip around your shoulders, drawing you closer into an embrace that felt suffocating.The warmth of his touch was overwhelming, as if he believed holding you close would be enough to stop the world from taking you away again.

"You don’t need the crown," he whispered against your hair. "You only need me."

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So generous tears are coming out of my nose,oh wait that's snots

........

AHEM

anyways, i just have one last part to write, then i'll format it and post yayayaya

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Keen your wishes are coming true <3

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Okay but

A yandere fashion designer tho 👀

He sees you, a model going to countless auditions trying to get any show and becomes obsessed, a major fashion designer being obsessed with a newbie was unheard of, yet here he was, planning to make you his next model.

He hires you without a second thought, offering waay more money than what someone who's just coming into the fashion world should be getting.

He designs all his pieces for you and only you, all the extras get his less.. Extravagant works, but you will always be the star of his show

He modifies your contract, from now on, you only model for his fashion house, you'll stay in the mansion he provides you and you'll always flaunt his work.

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Where's my royal sibling?

Somewhere 🧍

Causing trouble most probably

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Urmrmrmrm

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You would not believe what happened to me last night, last night my other arm when limp

WHAT

ARE YOU OKAY?

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lol

hi guys

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😡

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YOU LEFT ME TO ROT 😡, IT'S NOW OCTOBER 😡

I'M SORRY 😭

COLLEGE EATS ALL MY TIME, I BARELY USE MY PHONE OR LAPTOP NOW

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I MISS YOU🥺💞

SOBS, I MISS YOU TOO