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Sorry for not being as active lately had a mix of things happen. From helping a friend move to going pretty far for a distant relatives funeral. Which had me too tired to write

Recently me and two friends have decided to co GM a homebrew a pokemon mystery dungeon ttrg so I've been putting my writing skills to setting up the narrative and making dungeons while the other two are going over mechanics and boss fights. I've been trying to finish my fics but I've been fixating on the Rpg

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Had one hell of a dream last night

Knight who is sent to slay dragon, immediately can tell dragon doesn't want to hurt anyone and has a pure heart but is forced to due every previous knights beliefs about dragons. The knight has a supernatural ability that allows them to sense peoples hearts. Even the most caring of people still have darkness in their hearts.

Ends up swearing his service to them and slowly falls for them as they are the only being with a pure heart they've ever met and will protect them at all cost.

Dragon asks the knight about what it's like to be human and asks for several items that will unknowingly to the knight turn them human temporarily turn them human so that they can experience what it is like to be human.

In a town they go to a festival only to get harmed by a human and that is when the knight snaps.

I'd thought I'd share it as i really like this dynamic but i have no clue which character would work?

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Sorry once again for the long pause, I’m still going through some stuff (More mental health but it’s improving) plus I have some family visiting which has been fun, playing games, watching movies from the 70s-80s and talking anything and everything (Currently watching Jaws and I’m getting ideas from THAT 😈)

We’re mostly about delicious snack/food combinations such as apples with Carmel, chocolate and peanut butter, brownies with vanilla ice cream, etc 🤤 (Very delicious conversations)

But I want to tell you I loved the first chapter you wrote for Kraken Diavolo!

Diavolo no doubt has Doppio take a disguise to stay close and keep an eye on his ‘treasured pearl’ by taking human legs who comes to work for her as his ‘Master’ is currently overseas on business but desires to meet her since he’s of age for marriage (Doppio wears a magical shell necklace to keep his legs while he’s on land)

Diavolo has Doppio give Darling a specially crafted and luxurious full-body mirror as a gift to show his interest in meeting her for a potential marriage once he can finally make it to her country

When in reality the mirror will allow him to look and hear her when he pleases (It’s connected to his magic mirror but only he can see her and se can’t see him), in fact it will allow him to pass through to her side when she’s asleep so he can touch her as he pleases, but only temporarily and in a much smaller form, but he’ll still have his tentacles and merform

Diavolo will enter her dreams to taunt, bully and force her to do he as he pleases while enveloping her within his giant tentacles and squeeze her small form in his hands, as he can only laugh and taunt her, no doubt Diavolo forces her against her will for more… exciting activities despite the huge size difference as he’ll only taunt and force her against her will enjoying her tears and crying (As it only makes him laugh harder and continue)

Diavolo always erases Darling’s memories of her dreams as she only remembers her fear and dread, but not what Diavolo looks like or his name, as he can’t wait for the power he’ll have over her once he shows up to take her away (In the meantime he’ll enjoy those ‘dreams’ of hers for now until she’ll finally be in his clutches so she can carry his clutch of eggs like the ‘good girl’ she is satisfy him)

My question what if you add in an arranged marriage where a suitor wants to marry Darling, but Diavolo is very displeased by this and is trying to sabotage by causing bad weather, storms upon the seas, various disasters and food shortages of marine life with the sole plan to come in as a ‘Hero’ once he can finally leave temporarily to take back his ‘pearl’

Hell, maybe Doppio ended up getting a job to work for her by lying/being the one who saved her when she fell overboard from Diavolo’s temper causing a gigantic storm since she was to sail to meet one said suitor (But it was Doppio or someone else who saved her)

Diavolo intends to show himself, but in disguise as wealthy king from a very faraway kingdom who brings prosperity and abundance for Darling’s hand in marriage with the intent to marry her at sunset when she finally meets her

Plot twist, said suitor is actually a merman too, so he’s completely aware of what’s going on, but wants to keep Darling safe by not telling her about King Diavolo and that she’s actually the true heir to the throne until Diavolo is defeated then take her back to her right place on the throne

My question for you is who should it be? Giorno or Bruno? (I love Risotto but I gotta be more flexible 😭)

Sorry if this is all jumbled and all over the place, my brain was ham and all over this thinking different things that could fit together

🧚‍♀️ Anon

I like the idea of doppio working as a servant and the idea of a second suitor that is a merman, so I'll go over my ideas here, so let me know what you think 🧚‍♀️ anon

Doppio is sent up to land and a few other creatures that have turned into horses to transport the mirror from carriage. Doppio arrives under the pretence of being a servant of darlings suitor who heard about her parents' death and sent him to aid her in her time of morning as his master is too caught up in business to attend. Her parents did tell her they had a suitor arranged to meet her after their return, and the letter he claims was written by them as proof seems authentic. So he presents her the mirror as a gift from his master before taking over as the head servant.

Darling is drawn in by the fact that Doppio looks like the merman she saved many years ago. Soon, multiple servants get ill and have to quit. All the others complain about how they're always groggy in the morning despite how soundly they've slept.

Diavolo uses the mirror to bridge his way to darling. However, I'd like to think he can't entirely fit through, opting to use his tendrils to reach out and grab her. She doesn't seem to be able to breathe underwater, so he has to comprise by putting part of himself through the mirror.

Here's a rough measurement. Y/n's height is mine for reference. Diavolos tentacles probably make him bigger than that, but this is more to show his upper body height.

He tortures darling in her own dreams. From nearly crushing her in his grip to forcing his appendages inside her as far as her body can take.

After awhile darling is reached out by another noble, Giorno who also happens to have a letter of proof that he was her suitor. (Giorno was the real suitor, Diavolo was able to forge the evidence)

Giorno was sent to try and protect her after her identity was revealed to the king, but Doppio was already there. At first Giorno tries to swoon darling to keep them from Diavolo but then he starts to genuinely fall for her. Giorno and Doppio arguing behind darling's back.

Darling begins to prioritise Giorno as he's actually there for her to judge as a suitor unlike Doppio's mystery master. Giorno tries to convince darling to move back to his territory further inland, but darling is hesitant to leave her home. Diavolo tries to use his magic to interfere with their dates, and Doppio fails at any chance of killing him. So then, when Giorno is too distracted, Diavolo finally writes to darling that the truth to his absence was that he is actually a king and that he has been wrapped up in political matters and that he shall come to meet darling by a remote lagoon where she will decide whether she she'll marry him or not. (The illusion of choice as he'll drag her down whether she accepts or not)

Perhaps then Giorno reveals his true purpose, and her role and Doppio is left to try and twist the narrative to be more favourable to Diavolo. Maybe painting Giorno as a terrorist whose group was behind her real father's death and wants to separate the 7 Seas after Diavolo's unification and that Giorno only wants to deny her of her role as Queen as last resort

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so I was at goodwill and found a dvd of my favorite childhood movie Anastasia. I decided to rewatch it and dude, Rasputins sheer determination to end the tsars bloodline reminds me of Dio. That’s it, I just wanted to share this thought with someone.

Yess yess, I like it. I only recent watched it and my mind has been festering.

Similar to Canon, Dio is adopted into the Joestar family. Dio got caught trying to poison King george and was exiled. in that time, Dio studies dark magic and Jonathan inherents the thone marries Erina and has George the second who has two children of his own. Joesph and darling.

At this point, Jonathan and Erina would be in their 40-50s. During an outing, George the Second is mysteriously killed with a letter at the scene that warns the Joestars of their impending doom.

Jonathan still decides to hold the annual ball despite recent events when Dio crashes it, telling Jonathan that in the next two weeks the whole family shall die.

Two weeks later, a neighbouring kingdom manages to storm the capital. Jonathan and Lisa lisa take up arms to defend, leaving Erina to take her grandchildren and flee. During darling, who was only five is lost in the chaos of everyone fleeing.

Darling spends the rest of her childhood in an orphanage with vauge memories of her past. Leaves at 18 and returns to the kingdom to try and figure out where she's from. Eventually roped into faking being the long lost princess by Caesar who wants the money and resents the Joestars for the death of his relatives. He's been taken under speedwagons wing to keep him out of trouble. So they travel out to the country that Erina now lives in.

Dio reawakens to the news that there are two Joestars left and attempts to pick off darling while they journey but eventually decides that I'll be far more satisfying to kill them both when they reunite.

Maybe Caesar and darling develop feelings?

Maybe Dio decides that he wants to keep darling alive to defile what remains of the Joestars?

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Yandere “MBTI”

Disclaimer: The yandere trope is not a portrayal of healthy or ideal relationships, but instead a horror-based genre meant to stick strictly to fiction. 

I was inspired by the MBTI type indicator to make something similar but for yandere characters! I am by no means an expert and it’s mostly just a fun little assessment on the yandere trope because I love personality test stuff. Feel free to send asks giving your own input and ideas!! 

Another preface, I think that yandere as a whole is complex and can’t be simply boiled down to a few terminologies and concepts. In doing so it loses a lot of nuance that’s unique to the trope/genre whatever you’d want to call it. So that being said I view this system to be more of a of how I generally think most yanderes operate, rather than a set of rules that must be followed. I say this because I’d hate to stifle any creativity that doesn’t strictly fall into it! A lot of these mix and match with one another as well, so it isn’t always 100% either-or. 

I’ve seen some of these concepts floating around before and I’m not claiming to be the creator of any of them!! I’m just giving my two cents on stuff I’ve seen before. 

That being said, let’s get started !! Underneath the cut for length.

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Hello hope you're doing good!!!

Bruno + guilty pleasure (perhaps 🔪?)

you're better off with him. why should it be a guilty pleasure? / 🔞 captive reader, not sfw, voyuerism

Bruno didn't feel guilty about much.

He'd learned early in life that guilt didn't fit into his lifestyle, and so he'd discarded it.

( Even now, with his gaze lingering on your naked body, his presence totally unknown to you. He should feel disgusted with himself. He should stop. He should feel a sinking pit in his stomach when he lets his hand drift to his hard cock, Sticky Fingers doubling his motion. )

But he doesn't.

Still, there's some kind of thrill in pretending he does. Maybe he was sicker than he thought. What else had he discarded with guilt so long ago? His mind didn't let him wander long, though, not when you were right in front of him at any time.

His favorite times to watch were when you cried and cried and cried... You looked so beautiful, and the sounds you made always made him throb with desire. Maybe even more than when he was watching you touch yourself.

So, maybe Bruno did feel a little guilty about that - your pain was his pleasure. But the guilt washed away when he reminded himself where you'd be without him, dead by way of Passione for your unpaid debt.

It didn't matter that he was the one who issued the predatory loan to your family in the first place.

He saved you. If anything, you should be grateful.

So what some may call a guilty pleasure, Bruno indulged in wholeheartedly.

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I am so sorry for the pause, my mental health has been poor (My depression was kicking my ass for the past few months)

Also, I’ve been utterly feral over the season 3 trailer for record of ragnarok because the animation looks like it finally has a budget!! 😭 (If you get past the animation, the plot is interesting) and I’m just feral over Hades because he looks so FINE

Anyways, how about 🪞and 🔱 with a Yandere Doppio/Diavolo over the Human Darling who saved Doppio when he was but a mere runty merman boy who was going to either be sold off to some royalty or taken apart and also sold off, but Darling saved him by setting him free back into the ocean

Doppio, now grown up, is a loyal subject to ‘King Diavolo’ the dark sorcerer who took over all the seven seas with an iron fist (And he’s a Kraken of a Merman in both species and size) with Doppio a cute looking species of octopus

Regardless, all this time King Diavolo has kept an eye on his ‘Pearl’ the only woman he plans to take as his bride (Even if it’s by force)

Kraken!Diavolo is HUGE, as he could easy engulf his darling with one of his hands

This is all I have at the moment

🧚‍♀️ Anon

It's ok take your time, trust me I get how shitty depression can get and how much of a bitch it is.

I definitely gotta watch it when I can. I've been busy a bit busy lately as I've been helping out my bestie with moving house which burnt me out creativity for a bit as I was either packing, lifting or baking stuff to bring up for everyone involved.

I love the idea, and I've written up part 1

Pearl of the sea pt1

(Yandere Doppio / Diavolo X female reader)

For years now Diavolo, the king of the sea, had been in search of the prior king's pearl of the sea. A treasure he spoke of but was never seen, his greatest treasure. It plagued Diavolos' mind as he searched for even a clue of where it was hidden.

“You will never find my treasure, I have forsaken the pearl of the sea to where you shall never find-” the king had snarled as his final words before Diavolo had stabbed him with his own trident. Those words playing on repeat. A treasure so sacred that it was hidden away.

So it was like music to his ears when his servants told him about the enchanted mirror they had uncovered. The mirror could show the owner anything they wanted, finally he would know where the Pearl of the sea was and he would finally claim it as his own.

His long tendrils eagerly took the mirror and brought it closer so he could see it better.

“Show me the pearl of the sea!” He demanded. All too eager to claim the treasure that had eluded him for so long.

“What!?” He exclaimed as the mirror revealed what he'd asked for. After years the treasure he'd seeked had been revealed, it was no treasure but a human woman. How ironic.

“The pearl of the sea is a human,” he sneered, so close to snapping the mirror.

He initially just blew it off. She's just an ordinary human but the more he thought of it the less it made sense then it already did. The mirror had proved itself to be the real thing so surely there was no mistake. So he had ordered his most trusted servant Doppio to look into the prior king's records to find any clue as to why this was the case.

“Your majesty, I have a theory about the pearl of the sea after looking through the old records” Doppio called out to the kraken king, the fins on his head flapping with anticipation.

“And what may that be?” Diavolo asked, urging Doppio to come closer.

“The prior king's wife vanished not long before you attacked the kingdom. I suspect that the pearl of the sea was his unborn daughter. He must have sent his wife to land to keep them safe. He must have known what was going to transpire” Doppio explained.

“Very plausible Doppio, it would be best if I continued monitoring her. If she truly is his daughter then she's a threat to my throne” he said. So he continued to watch her and as he did he saw her as less of a threat and more of a desire.

When Doppio saw her in the mirror he froze. He'd met her before, many years ago. He'd been only a child when he'd been caught in a fishing net and brought to the dock to be sold. A human child with a knife had woven past the fisherman before freezing in fear. Not in fear of him, rather her gaze was directed at the water. He could see her eyes going between him and the water before she mustered the courage to reach the net and cut it, letting him fall back into the ocean.

“What is it Doppio?” Diavolo asked as Doppio wasn't the type to freeze up like that.

“That human, she saved my life,” Doppio told Diavolo.

🐙🐙🐙

You'd always feared the ocean. People would think you were unreasonable, that your fear was ludicrous but you felt as though the water was reaching out towards you, attempting to drag you into its inky depths where something lurked in waiting. A sense of dread washing over you even thinking about it caused.

Your first family had told you that they'd found you at the sea shore in your dead mother's hands. At the time they had just lost a newborn of their own and had decided to take you in and care for you as their own. However when you were late they had perished in a horrible death and you'd been left to fend for yourself.

Then a year later when you'd been searching the port for something to eat you'd stumbled upon a net with a young pink haired merman about your age. He had the lower half of a dumbo octopus. He'd looked so distressed, so despite your fear of falling into the water you had set him free. The fisherman had caught you as you had tried to run, threatening you for taking away the thing that would have set him for life. However soon a noble couple had stepped in to defend you from him and upon hearing his tirade about the merman had decided to take you in.

They had dedicated their lives to understanding the mysteries of the sea and had taken this event as a sign that you were the child they could never have and adopted you.

At night they told you stories of their trips to foreign lands and the ocean. Their stories oddly comforting despite your fear. They had even stopped travelling after learning about your fear of the ocean. You could tell they were disappointed that they couldn't take you but they assured you that you were worth more than anything to them.

Even now you still tried to overcome your fears. Standing at the beach. Letting the water wash upon your feet only to feel your body turn to ice as it pulled away, trying feebly to pull you in. The tide always creeps up towards the land, reaching out further in an attempt to drag you into it.

Now your parents had decided that they would go on one last voyage now that you were a trusted adult. The estate would be left to you until they returned.

You managed their trades and oversaw the servants in their absence. Only thinking it would be for a few months. Yet after only a single month you had received a telegram. The ship had sunk in a storm and they hadn't been accounted for in any of the rafts, the only conclusion was they had died.

No longer did you have support, no longer could others shield you. You were vulnerable and alone. Diavolo could have gone to land himself and stolen you away but he had to keep a tight grip on his position, even a day could give someone the opportunity to usurp him.

He saw the way Doppio looked at you through the mirror. He knew Doppio had feelings too but most of all Doppio was approachable and with a fleeting history you'd be more agreeable.

“Doppio, I have a very important mission for you” He told Doppio who immediately spun around.

“Yes of course, your will is mine” Doppio told him. His dedication unfaltering no matter the request.

“I want you to bring (Y/n) to me, I know that I would have no luck in persuading her to come here… you would be far more suited at the task, spin whatever narrative you think is best to lure her” he instructs as he places a necklace upon Doppio's neck, another relic that would allow Doppio to communicate with him.

“If all else fails, drag her but only as a last resort, I do not wish to have her antagonised” he told Doppio.

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🧚‍♀️ Anon

You might have an hypnotism kink, but why stop there? Why not go further? An amnesia kink!! Yan JJBA

Darling wakes up in the hospital one day and sees a scary yet strange man by her side and she’s confused to who he is, which he reveals he’s her husband, Risotto/Prosciutto

And she’s shocked to learn they’ve been married for 2-3 years yet forgotten all about him and their life together because she got into an accident, but he reveals to her his ring and hers being a matching set with engravings promising to love and be together forever (She woke up to the wedding ring)

Their rings are very simple, yet beautiful, with Risotto it’s a Silver wedding ring (Made from the iron in him and Darling’s body with a Silver coating) and for Prosciutto it’s a Gold wedding ring (That he either took from a husband and wife he killed on the job or stole from a jewelry store)

Regardless both forced someone who works with jewelry to put his and Darling’s initials and the promise of being ‘together forever’ (Then killed him after it was completed)

Darling doesn’t know why but she always jumps whenever her ‘Husband’ touches or hugs her from behind, but she always apologizes to him because her memory hasn’t come back yet and hugs him back (Even if her body screams at her to not and to just run instead but she doesn’t)

What Darling doesn’t realize is that her ‘Husband’ is not her husband but an imposter who took her real fiancée’s role (After he killed him in cold blood) and pulled all the stops, from altering photographs of Darling and the man to be Darling and him, burned, buried and threw away everything that belongs to Darling’s fiancée without a trace of evidence, making all of Darling’s friends who would interfere to die in ‘accidents’ and how during those years how he would stalk, send Darling obsessive letters (Using cut-out letters, not his handwriting), inappropriate gifts, pictures and photographs of her sleeping and threats if she doesn’t do certain things (Like not talk to certain individuals or hang out with Darling’s friends)

Sorry I went absolutely batshit HAM on this

So I'd set this up as darling was kidnapped by Risotto or Prosciutto and they had another member of passione use their stand to wipe her memories. Maybe this could be a la squadra wins au? Giving them the time and influence to pull this off.

Darling wakes up in hospital and the doctors tell darling that she was in a car accident and sustained a head injury and may have some issues with memory.

Shortly after the doctor leaves someone comes in that they aren't familiar with.

"Umm sir... I think you have the wrong room" she tell him.

"You don't remember me?" He asks as the put a bouquet of flowers in the nearby vase.

"I don't" she told him.

"After all these years dear?" He pushs more. That's when darling notices a ring on his finger that matches her own.

"We're married?!" Darling exclaims. They tell darling they've been married for nearly three years. How the moment they heard about the accident they rushed to the hospital and how they've been waiting for days for darling to wake up from her coma.

Darling is confused and asks if she could have her phone. It's apparently broken beyond repair. They ask for their phone as she know one of her closest friends numbers but that's when they have to break the news. That friend was murdered nearly a month ago. Darling is in denial at first but sure enough it's true. It turns out most of the people she knew had been dropping dead like flys for two years.

Darling is an emotional wreck and they're there to comfort them. Tells them the moment she get discharged that they'll get darlings favorite take out.

Almost immediately after darling is discharge and they take her home. All across the walls are photos of them happily together, but something seems off about them. Something about his smile seems off.

"What's the matter" he asks.

"Nothing" the tells them.

"Do you not believe that we're together?" He asks.

"I don't remember any of this... it's like you're a complete stranger" she tells him.

That's when he take his ring off and tells them to look inside.

'I shall cherish you forever and always- (initials)'

"That's what you told me on our wedding day, we got what eachother engraved in our rings" he tells her. She takes off hers and reads hers.

'You mended me and made me to who I am now' (R/N or P/?)'

It takes a while for darling to warm up to the idea, especially with dealing with the grief of so many death's. Eventually they start going on dates and outings together. They bring up how weird it is they don't have any wedding photos but he explains that something happened with the venue (place needed renovations, the venue was a scam or it was double booked) so they just got the documents signed instead and that they'd planned to have a proper wedding at a later date.

Somewhere deep down darling has a horrible feeling about him but tries to push it aside. There's photo's to prove it and they haven't done anything to hurt them.

For their 'anniversary' darling is surprised with their wedding dress and that they'll have some proper photo's taken like how it should have been on the day.

Maybe he even tries to 'relive the wedding night' if you get what I mean. To which darling is hesitant but ultimately gives in.

However one day darling answers the door to see her parents (that live far away) who have been trying to find her after months of silence. They ask how her and another name that she can't quite put her finger on have been.

"I'm married (Risotto/Prosciutto), I've never heard of that name before" she tells them.

"Married?! Since when? You never introduced us to (Risotto/Prosciutto)" the exclaimed.

"We've been married for three years, you've met him before" she tells them as she's seen photos of them all together.

Her parents go silent.

"What's the matter?" She asks them.

"You're not making sense... (insert name) and you only met two years ago, there's no way you could have been married to this new man for 3 years" they tell her.

Soon after darlings parents are killed and He's trying to convince them their parents aren't telling the truth unfortunately at this point darling is questioning everything and tries to leave, unfortunately that isn't going to happen.

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Yandere Platonic Fae Parents

This is in older times where parents cared little for their children and would willingly sell them if they were poor. It is yandere so be prepared to be disturbed as fae don't understand human misery.

CW: abuse (not by the fae parents), trickery, infertility, the couple look down on you slightly (because you're their fragile human), not fully fleshed out, trauma, honestly scarier than most of my romantic ones

Background

Celden and Lilinasmin are a powerful fae couple being nobles in the Seelie court. Married to tie the houses together but fell in love over time. However, Lilinasmin is unable to get pregnant despite attempting to have a child of their own. Distraught, Celden wanted to make his wife happy so he set out in search of a suitable child.

First Meeting:

Lilinasmin will be the first one to find you as she likes walking in a village near the portal to the Fae Realm. Seeing the smiling children does cause an ache in her heart that hasn't disappeared in quite some time.

What she didn't expect is to meet the most endearingly rambunctious human. She meets you after you bump into her running from the local baker, red in the face with anger.

"This is the last time a dirty bastard child like you will steal from me!" The burly man feels a crushing grip grab his hairy arm to block his swing. The burning look in the tall and lithe woman frightens him. "You will do no such thing, take your payment and leave." Lilinasmin hands a heavy pouch of human coin to the baker before releasing him. The man runs off with his tail tucked between his legs.

The fae doesn't particularly mind the crime you committed as she is more concerned with how many bruises covered your small little arms and legs. Especially the angry red ring around your neck. "Goodness child what happened to you?" Compelling you was easy as you cry and hold onto her. "I don't want to go back." Lilinasmin feels a spark of maternal instinct as you cling to her legs tightly.

"Oh sweetling, I'll never let you go."

Lilinasmin comes back to the child as she promised, bringing treats and trinket for the grateful mortal. Foolish human, gifts from the fae never come free. The woman smiles affectionately at your gullible nature, good thing she didn't want to hurt you. No, no, she would love you like any good mother should.

The elegant woman hums a childish tune as she clears the dust from the abandoned nursery. After all the centuries of pain and waiting she would finally be a mother. After all a baby was coming, her baby. Sweet (Y/N).

Celden hears his beautiful wife gush about the child she met in the village, and chuckles. If you make his wife so happy he'll gladly kidnap you. All for his wife's smile and laughter.

Celden tracks down the child of his beloved's description to a ramshackle hut with a door hangs on its last hinges. How could a child live in such a run down place. A shrill scream hits the poor fae's sensitive ears as a woman drags a screaming child out of the house. Celden hides himself from sight and watches from afar.

How brutish humans were to their own offspring, as the woman took a switch and beat the crying child black and blue. The child with (e/c) eyes and (h/c) (hair texture) hair. That was his wife's child. His disdain for the mortal woman grew at the sight of his wife's pride and joy in pain.

Unable to reveal himself he watched as the woman stormed back into the house. You lay sobbing as fresh mark begin bleeding from the switch. Celden decides to ease your pain to gain your trust. The fair man leans over your broken form and craddles you towards his chest.

Chanting in ancient tongues the fresh wounds disappear like they never existed in the first place. You stare blearily at the man shaking with fear. Celden chuckles as he plays with your hair. "No need to cry dear robin, I've got you now." You relax at the gentle cold touch, much to the delight of the male fae. His beloved was right, never had he seen such a pure and innocent babe. The soft rise and fall of your chest and peaceful expression steeled the man's resolve. Celden would take you far from this all into his manor with him and his wife.

How they get you:

The couple disguise themselves as human nobles and bring an entourage with them. Quite the spectacle to your poverty stricken family. The younger siblings rush out to see who the mysterious guests may be. Liliinasmin and Celden stare with cold indifference at the small humans. No one could compare to their darling ladybug. A rotund man and his hideous yellow toothed wife approach with greed in their eyes.

Fae believe in fair exchanges no matter how disgusting the person may be. Celden shows the hefty bag of fine jewels to which the couple salivate at. "You shall have not a single coin until we have a child. The ogre of a man laughs flashing a wide smile "You can have all of them if you want, good riddance I say." Lilinasmin shows a sharp neatly manicured nail pointing towards a child struggling under the weight of a large wooden bucket filled with water. "We shall take that one."

You scream in fear as two armed guards grab your tiny frame. Attempting to run to hide behind your parents who shove you in disgust. Clawing the dirt you beg your parents to not send you away, that you'll be good. However your parents and the rest of the brood turn their back on your desperate cries. Fat tears rolling down your sunken cheeks as two tall ethereal strangers coo at your distress. Celden pets your head while Lilinasmin threatens the guards if a single scratch marred your flesh.

Your desperate cries muffled by the large fir trees of the Ominous Forest. The carriage shaking with each stone the wheels encounter, you lay motionless from fear. The woman sings a lullaby while you lay against the man's firm chest. Tired from the stress and fear you fall into a deep sleep.

How You are Treated:

Lilinasmin and Celden treat you almost like an amusing pet rather than a child at times. Baby talking when you beg to be taken home while handing you your favorite dessert. You don't want for anything but their affection is smothering.

Not allowed to leave the manor without one or both by your side. You are apart of a family so act like it. Will chuckle and gently guide you away as you beg another fae to help you return home. Our child has such the big imagination don't they?

Friends are basically non existent as the ones you have are servants and their children who are under your "parents" control. Complain too much and they might be taken from you too.

You are going to be forced to turn into a fae, forever stuck in the body of a child. Perpetually forced to play the role of an adoring baby, their baby. Aging leads to romantic interests or other interests outside of the family, and nothing will take you away from them.

The transformation is painful, you scream as your body convulses in pain. Your "mother" hushes you while stroking your hair while your "father" kisses away your tears. It'll be over soon dear, just hold on a bit longer.

Isn't it what you wanted? A loving family who will never leave you.

Always and forever

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> intro & info

hello! i’ve been thinking of starting this blog for maybe 2 years, if not more. finally decided to do it today (tonight), and write this info post.

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kir / male / 18

> english is not my first language, so please forgive any grammar/punctuation errors;

> i am currently studying in university, which means i am most free on my breaks and during the summer only;

> i write as a hobby, my work is by no means perfect or special. i am open to any suggestions for improvement.

> all of my works will be tagged with #666virt, appropriate warnings in the beginning of all.

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i will write: character x character, character x reader, platonic, romantic, undefined relations, solo scenarios, sfw & nsfw, yandere, dark topics, difficult/unhealthy relationships.

i won’t write: heavy dead dove, less accepted kinks (scat, vomit, piss, etc.), huge age gaps, the obvious.

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finally, i’ll be writing for a variety of games and anime. primarily the ones listed below:

> anime/manga: black lagoon, jormungand, tokyo ghoul, code geass, evangelion, akame ga kill, hellsing, akudama drive, psycho-pass, death note, among others.

> games: limbus company, blue archive, genshin impact, resident evil, drakengard 1 & 3, nier replicant & automata, persona & smt, silent hill, final fantasy, etc.

> visual novels: dies irae, sciadv, class of 09, fate/stay night, you and me and her, majikoi, dead days, tokyo necro, tsukihime, yosuga no sora, and more.

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lastly, please forgive any errors in formatting (i have never used tumblr to post before this), + i’m currently on my phone. i hope my writing will intrigue at least one person :)

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funny thoughts-- deadbeat dad jotaro realising jolyne fucking kidnapped someone.

honestly just goes for any of the jojo parents. imagine your joseph and you visit your daughter's house in japan n there's just a random dude??? there???

holly honestly would just enable it tbh. she'd be all "awwwwwww" while jotaro's being a mf creep as he is.

your ever humorous peon---

🌸 anon

Jotaro doesn’t really have a right to comment, there isn’t a world where that sort of behavior wasn’t normalized in his youth. But a kidnapping charge is an entirely different story- alright. Imagine you’re Jolyne. You kidnap your darling, everything is going well, and then you get caught. You go to prison. Your deadbeat father who you haven’t seen since you were a child comes to visit you, and instead of sympathy, he tells you everything you did wrong and what you have to do to do better next time. We’re fighting, old man. There’s no way around it. 

You know, Bruno kind of expected Narancia to snap one day. His abandonment issues are definitely something that needs to be worked on. But Pannacotta? He doesn’t even ask for seconds when he’s clearly starving, how is he going to hold an entire human being captive? Pannacotta had the courtesy to not hold you in his own house (Like Narancia would have done.) where it’s incredibly obvious that he has someone, sure, but Panna sleeps here! That’s such neglect, if you’re going to have a darling, sleep with them! Looks like Bruno will have to have a talk with him- or take over. 

Poor Tomoko’s heart nearly popped out of her chest when she found you. She almost hit you, too, but for now she’s just clutching her chest like her life depends on it. WHY IS THERE A WHOLE ASS PERSON IN MY SON’S ROOM?????? She doesn’t think Josuke’s the type to do that, so her default is “this person most definitely broke in.” 

Lisa Lisa is… disappointed, to say the least. Her son should absolutely be better at kidnapping someone than this. It’s like he listened to absolutely nothing she taught him. Not a single lesson. She gave him a written down list of things to do should he ever need to leave the country, and here he is! With an entire unwilling person!  Diavolo is as proud as he is ashamed of Trish for kidnapping someone. Her mere existence is a pain for him- and now she’s committing crimes, badly? At least be subtle about it. Don’t drag a body twice your size down the street or get the bodyguards assigned to you involved. Jesus Christ. At least she knew not to do it in broad daylight, and to buy essentials in cash… She takes after her father, just not in the good ways.

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Worth the small wait!!

Love them so much!!

What's Yan streamers streaming name? And their real name? How would they react to a reader that just wants to be brainless after a bad burnout? Like they would be so chill with just being treated like a doll

Omg!! Yan streamer starting stream up and being like, got me a new doll! And they play that "No! Don't turn me into a marketable plushie!" Audio and then proceed to hold up a reader doll but it's just reader staying super still or like sleeping

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Doll streamer x reader-sweet little thing

[is this a little NSFW idk, I guess this is a warning?]

Doll maker yans name is jasper, they tell reader to call them jas though.

“Jas, I really kinda need to talk to you,” reader said into their mic.

“Of course, doll. You know I’m always here to listen,” came the warm voice in their headset. God, if they could hear it every day for the rest of their life, they would be set.

Reader continued after taking a deep breath, “Right now, I think I would rather be one of the dolls on your shelves than do anything else, including work.”

“Well, that’s perfectly fine. We can schedule a time for you to come over,” they could hear the smile in their voice.

“No, I don’t think you understand. When I get over there, I better be drooling, because if I think about anything else today, I’m going to explode.” They sat in their stream room with the lights off, the RGB of their pc and headphones emanating on their face

“Now hold on, doll. I feel like that’s a big step. Have you even considered how long you’d want to be like that? Or what level do you want?” they sounded concerned.

“I don’t know, maybe a year? Two, if I really think about it,”

“Doll, don’t think like that!” They paused, their voice softening. “I’ll give you a month to think about it. If you still feel the same, then I’ll take you up on it. But in the meantime, please, try to take care of yourself.”

Reader chugs the rest of their drink. “Yeah, I don’t think that’s changing anytime soon.”

A week later, reader ends up at the same staircase they always do, they rang the doorbell and waited.

Jasper opened the door and sighed once they saw reader, “I see you’ve made your decision then?” Reader nodded.

“Do you want to change your clothes beforehand so you’re more comfortable?” Jasper asked

“Yes, please,” the reader murmured, not even looking at them.

“Alright, tell me when you're ready, I’ll be waiting.”

They come back from the bathroom fully changed. “Come here, dear. I’ll take care of you now,” Reader is hugged to their chest. “Remember, love, you can change your decision at any point. But for now, just relax and listen to my voice,” Jasper advised.

Reader melted into the arms, sinking deeper until they were fully laying in Jas's chest, their heartbeat a calming rhythm beneath them. “Would you like to stay there doll?”

“Mhmm,” came the muffled reply

“Ok, hun,” they cooed in response.

So soft, they just wanted to slip away more than they already were.

“Is this what you wanted? To be a simple little thing?” Jasper smirked, their voice playful, “Of course, doll, don’t exert yourself with such big words. Are we only mumbling now?”

“Mgh,” the reader managed, a blush creeping across their cheeks.

“Wow, should I praise you for answering? It seems that’s what you want,” Jasper teased.

The reader blushed deeper, the warmth of Jasper’s words.

Jasper chuckles to themself.

Days turn into months that reader enjoys themselves, the constant praise they get for just existing, let alone what would happen if they actually tried to do something.

All they really need to do is sit still and look presentable, and Jasper just takes care of them anyways so honestly they just have to sit.

Sit and listen to their voice, being pet, fed, and...

"What’s my doll of the day? Oh, that’s a very good question! I got them quite a while ago, but I’m just now showing them off."

Jasper holds up a reader who has just been fed. Their eyes are glazed over, wide and bug-like, fixed directly on the camera.

"Why do they look like reader? I think you all are imagining things. And even if they did look like them, it really doesn’t matter, nor is it any of your concern."

Jasper sets them back down softly behind their keyboard with a playful smirk as they mute. "My poor dumb little thing, sorry for picking you up so fast, I just had to show off my adorable little doll" they pet readers head with their finger.

They unmute and go back to chatting.

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Fairytale / fantasy themed scenarios

Anyone is free to use

I am taking requests.

🪞= The yandere watches their darling via magical means. Whether it's a mirror or any reflective object they’re always watching.

🔱= The Yandere is a mermaid who longs for their human darling. Will they choose to go on land to be with them or drag them into the murky depths?

🐸= The Yandere / darling willingly undergone a curse to find their true love, now the curse is undone and now the Yandere wants their happily ever after, darling isn't quite sure this is true love.

🦄= Darling is a mythological creature and the Yandere hunts them down but slowly falls for them in their pursuits.

❤️‍🔥= A love potion sets the Yandere’s heart ablaze and now darling has to deal with the consequences / the Yandere uses a love potion on darling however the potion is not working as intended.

⚰️= A glass coffin is found deep within the castle, inside a not so dead Darling / Yandere rests peacefully inside.

🦢 = Darling Is cursed by the Yandere, They're told the only way to stop it is to agree to the Yandere's terms

💀= Darling is tasked to find something deep in the woods, However the only way to get it is to do the Labor set by (sorcerer / monster / mythological being) who slowly falls for them.

💍= Darling is a royal who fleas from an arranged marriage and works as a servant for another royal to hide, how long will it take the Yandere to find out one of their servants is not quite who they seem.

⛓️ = The Yandere locks away darling until they reciprocate. However someone else has found this place, darling is offered a chance at freedom.

⭐ = Darling has a wish or wishes granted. All seems good to begin with but things soon go wrong. Unfortunately the wish can't be taken back, nor can darling escape the consequences.

🌹= Darling finds shelter in The Yandere's Aboud until it is safe to leave. Unfortunately The Yandere intends to have them stay permanently.

🗝️ = The Yandere and darling are in an arranged marriage. All seems sweet at first but the Yandere is hiding a dark secret.

👑 = The Yandere offers darling the solutions to all their problems. However darling would rather they sort their problems themself, knowing that all is not as it seems.

🩰 = Darlings hand in marriage is offered to whoever can (solve the mystery / kill the beast) that troubles the king. The Yandere is hellbent on being the one to do so.

🐲= darling is a valiant knight enters the den of the dragon they have come to slay. Instead Of the Dragon they find the yandere who seems human and rescues them Instead. Little do they know that the yandere is the Dragon.

✒️= The yandere offers darling a chance at freedom or their truest desire if they can complete a seemingly impossible task.

🫘= a seemingly unimportant item that darling acquires ends up with them confronted by a yandere who's a mythological being.

🌕= Darling is lured out into the night to a wonderful place, slowly being trapped by the yandere.

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Banshee Yandere Blackmore X Blind reader

Thank you thank you thank you!

Gonna start with a description of Banshee Blackmore. Very tall and very pale with his hair down, covers most of his face. Always has the sent of carnations around him.

He doesn't really remember much of his mortal life. He's been trapped in a purgatory of constant sorrow for so long He's forget why he weeps.

It's only on one very rainy night does someone reaches out to him, something he didn't think was possible.

"Are you alright sir" he hears a soft voice ask him. He looks down to see darling infront of him.

"Why?" Is the only thing he can say, shocked by the fact that someone noticed him.

"You're clearly distressed, I can't just leave someone in your state in weather like this" they explain.

"What are you doing out at this hour?" He asks.

"I missed the last bus of the night, so I have to walk home" you explained. That's when he noticed what they were holding. A strange white pole with a knob like end on the floor. Then he noticed that they weren't directly looking at him.

"Are you blind?" he asks sheepishly. Hoping that his question didn't come off as offensive. Still he wondered how you even knew he was here, being a spirit.

"Yes, usually I'm good with navigation but with how dark it is now I'm kind of struggling" you explain. He felt awful that he'd kept them out in the cold rain.

"May I walk home with you? It's too dangerous out alone" he asks.

"But what about you?" They ask him.

"I don't have anywhere to be" he assured them.

So he accompanied them on their walk home, chatting along the way. He could feel a warmth in his chest as talked with them. It felt nice not crying for who knows how long he had.

"I never told you my name, It's (Y/n)"

"Mine in Blackmore"

"My house is just up ahead. Your welcome to stay the night, least I could offer for you helping me home tonight" they tell him.

"No I'm perfectly fine" he tells them. They ask him if he's sure and he repeats himself. As a lost spirit he didn't really need to be anywhere. When they closed the door he tried to leave but he couldn't. He just ended up standing by the door.

If he'd had a heart still it would have been pounding. For how long had he missed company?

Since then he'd occasionally linger around them, they would notice from time to time and just assume that they bumped into eachother.

Sometimes they'll just sit together on a bench and chat. (Blackmore listens for most of it as he doesn't really know what to say).

He wonders if he could touch them, he reaches out to touch their hair but his hand fazes through. He tries so again, really focusing that time and he does. Their head turns and he makes the excuse of swatting away a fly.

At one point they ask him to come to an event with him and he declines, not wanting them to discover the truth of what he is. He still does go and watches them interact with others. He's envious, envious of how others can interact with them, how they smile and laugh in their presence. Such happiness he longs for.

That's when he understands these strange feelings they've given him. He wants them, needs them. He can touch but cannot feel. He has to find a way to be with them. Either in the mortal plain or the Spirtual.

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could u do yandere Rohan hcs:3

YANDERE ROHAN KISHIBE X FEM READER

(Since you didn't specify whether you wanted NSFW content or not, I'll make "normal" content first and then spicier content. 🤭)

WARNING: YANDERE THEME

.Let's start with the basics about our favorite mangaka. Rohan is eccentric to say the least, he has a strong personality. But what do I mean by that?

Well... He's selfish and has a huge ego. Rohan values himself a lot, he is right up to a point, being acclaimed as "the best mangaka" or as "a manga genius" affected him a lot. For a relatively long time he GENUINELY thought he hated you, because you generated strange feelings... Things he never felt... And it only happened when you were around, so in her head it makes sense that he "hated" you. "How dare you leave the great Rohan Kishibe like this?!"

Rohan believes that his time is EXTREMELY precise, that is, if he spends any kind of time with you in his busy routine (even though he himself finished the manga in 3 days maximum and the rest of the week he basically just walks around (manga information)). YOU have the OBLIGATION to pay attention to him no matter the time, "What do you have more important things to do? Are you going out with someone?". None of that matters, Rohan doesn't understand why anyone would pass up the chance to date someone like him..

Rohan is also a bit bipolar, at the same time he "hates you", seeing you as a distraction from his work, Meanwhile he desires you for the tenth time that morning alone.He is a very conflicted person, but he still likes you, even if he takes a while to say it or if he wants to admit it.

He likes to express his love for his art, even though again, he will never say it. He has several sketchbooks with various sketches of you, you wearing some clothes as a model, you lying on the flowers, you laughing... YOU YOU YOU... If you saw him drawing or saw the drawings he would give you as a gift, he would probably tell you to feel honored to receive a master made by HIM. Another way for you to be present in his art would be for him to create characters inspired by you (some are a blatant copy of you, seriously). For example your main character's romantic interest,If the character already had some kind of romantic interest, Rohan would simply delete the character and put the character that represents you,If the protagonist had no romantic interest he simply puts his character.

In relation again with your character (yes, I really liked the idea) your character starts to appear so much that fans notice and ask,Something Rohan ignores or says is a character he likes. He also makes several arts of his character with the protagonist (like what Araki does with Rohan cof.. cof. cof..). It's also very common for Rohan to call you out of the blue and tell you to go to his house because he needs references for drawing and you're a good model (you two are like Jack and Rose in Titanic)

The casual encounters with you and Rohan become very frequent, what once seemed like an acquaintance is now something frequent to the point of being scary. But he doesn't care.

He thinks that YOU will be the one who wants a relationship with him, as I said he thinks he does. But it is very likely that this will never happen,since Rohan never makes it clear that he likes you, and even if he did, it's very likely that you wouldn't start a relationship anyway

But there will come a certain point when he will get tired, and he will start calling himself your boyfriend and you kind of have no choice when that happens...

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The Crimson Pact | Part 2

Characterizations | Part 1 | Part 3

SoulBond!AU

Pairings: Yandere!Saja Boys x F!Reader

Synopsis: You were never supposed to remember them.

Four hundred years ago, a pact was made—a blood-soaked bond tying five demons to one human soul: yours.

They’ve waited lifetimes for your reincarnation, cursed with obsession, tethered by fate.

And now that you’ve returned?

They’ll burn the world before they let you go again.

Warnings: Soul bond with the Saja Boys, Yandere themes!, obsessive behavior / possessiveness, mild stalking, romantic psychological tension, mentions of implied past death / reincarnation, intense emotional fixation, yearning, a little dirty talk (if you squint), dark romance, sick!reader, mild supernatural body horror (bond sickness), demons, comfort and control.

Author's notes: Thank you guys so much for all your comments, reposts, and likes! I'm definitely motivated to continue this story and have some plans in mind for the future chapters. 🥰

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The Saja boys are all demons.

They are wrath and ruin. Jealousy and death.

And yet, before her, they kneel.

Because she is the Heart. Because her soul is what keeps them from unraveling into true monsters. Because they were bound by her love and her curse.

They don’t just crave her—they depend on her. Without her presence, their minds deteriorate. Their bodies decay. Their hunger becomes unbearable.

Only Y/N’s touch tames the demon inside.

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Part 2:

Tethered in Silence

You wake up every morning feeling… better. But it doesn’t make sense. Because during the day, you feel sick. Nauseous. Lightheaded.

Your skin prickles like you’re wearing clothes that don’t belong to you. Sometimes you forget where you are mid-thought. Your body feels too heavy for this life.

But at night?

You sleep deeply. Without nightmares. Without fear.

It started the day you ran from them.

And you don’t understand it. You’ve done nothing different. No medicine works during the day. But when the sun sets… Your body calms. Your breathing evens out. You feel—safe.

You tell yourself it’s just exhaustion. You don’t know that each night, one of them watches over you.

Sometimes it’s Mystery, curled up outside your window, nose pressed to the glass like a loyal animal waiting to be let inside. He never scratches. Just listens for your breathing to steady—then smiles softly in the dark.

Sometimes it’s Romance, leaving rose petals beneath your balcony, humming one of the songs he swore he wrote just for you. The same one you’ve caught yourself humming without realizing.

Sometimes it’s Jinu—who, when your fever spikes, slips silently into your room just to stand near you until the bond calms. He never moves. Never speaks. Just watches you with reverence and restraint, fists clenched tight to keep himself from reaching for you.

And sometimes—only sometimes—it’s Baby. Not close. Just nearby. Leaning against the wall across the street. Eyes glowing faintly under his hood. Unmoving.

Watching.

They never touch you. Only witness. Only ache.

Your light. Their everything.

They hate to feel your suffering during the day—a consequence of the bond forming without proximity. But they hope that this pain you carry is what drives you toward them.

Because every night, you sleep because they’re there. And you don’t even know it.

You wake up on a Wednesday, feeling well rested—though you know that won’t last long. It never does. You sit on your counter, chewing breakfast slowly, staring off at nothing. Your eyes drift to the shelf.

Romance’s book.

It’s been sitting there for days. Untouched. Daring.

You don’t want to admit you’re curious. But your hand moves anyway. “How did he even know I wanted to read this?” You mutter around a mouthful of bread.

You waddle to the couch and crack it open. Your heart’s not ready, but you flip through the pages. And then—

You freeze.

A passage, underlined in neat black ink:

“Love that spans lifetimes is never gentle. It devours slowly.”

Your breath catches.

The creeping feeling in your chest tightens. Longing. Yearning. You don’t even know for what.

Nope.

You slam the book shut.

Not today.

You work overtime at the café the next few days, thinking you’ll outrun whatever this is. But the nights remain the same. Each one of them leaves something. A new sketchbook on your doorstep, the paper thick and expensive, with a note from Mystery:

“For when you draw us again.”

You haven’t seen him. But your heart races every time you hear footsteps outside. You swear you hear purring through the window once, but shake it off.

The day after, you come home late, too tired to even stand. You drop your bag. Your stomach growls. But your apartment smells like miso and spice. Your favorite ramen sits warm on the stove. No signs of forced entry. No windows broken. Your locks were fine. You tell yourself you must’ve made it before and forgot. You try not to look at the empty bowl already set out for you.

After that, it becomes a pattern.

Groceries show up on your doorstep. Snacks you forgot you liked. Drinks you told no one about. Sometimes a sticky note:

“Don’t skip meals, brat.” (You know it’s from Abby. You roll your eyes… and smile.)

They don’t push. But they never leave.

Letters. Tickets. Handwritten invitations. Concerts. Fanmeets. Award shows. You never go. But you read them all.

The private session ticket with your name in looping calligraphy stays on your desk. You’ve moved it twelve times. You’ve never thrown it away.

Then, on Friday of the next week, comes a final envelope.

No ticket.

No flower.

Just a single sheet of paper, torn at the edges. The ink slightly smudged like someone had been holding it for too long before sealing it. You unfold it slowly.

‘You don’t have to believe us.Just let us prove it.’—J

You sit back on your couch. Everything aches. You’re tired. Dizzy. Burning with fever in the afternoon, freezing by night. It’s getting harder to deny what’s happening. You keep telling yourself it’s a prank. A stunt. A delusion.

They’re famous. Rich. Beautiful. They have no reason to want you.

You met them once.

But the bond doesn’t care about logic. The bond wants what it wants. And as you stare at that letter in your trembling hands… You start to wonder if maybe—just maybe— you want them too.

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By Sunday, you’re fed up from feeling so sick and decide to go and buy new medicines. You’re pale. Shivering. Oblivious to the way demons on the street stop in their tracks when they see you.

One begins to follow you.

From the shadows, Rumi, Zoey, and Mira spot it.

“Target marked,” Zoey whispers.

“No incident,” Rumi replies. “Quiet takedown.”

They move in—silent, lethal. Weapons at the ready.

But then the demon sees your face.

It freezes.

Eyes wide. It backs away, trembling, then flees like it’s seen a god. You never notice. You’re inside buying Tylenol.

The girls stare after you.

“What the hell?” Rumi questions, watching as the other demons in the area back off and run somewhere else.

“That’s… not normal,” Mira mutters.

“Is it her?” Zoey questions, watching your sick form drop a vitamin jelly and curse pathetically. Pity erupts in her chest. “She seems pretty normal to me…”

“Something’s off.” Rumi states, analyzing you. You seemed like a very normal person. No markings whatsoever. Why did they flee? “Maybe we should look into it a bit more..?”

“We can run a background check.” Mira suggests. “Though it’ll just be for precaution. We shouldn’t- ZOEY?”

The rapper of the group was slowly walking towards you with the intent of engaging in conversation. 

The fluorescent lights above hum louder than usual.

Your head is pounding. Your limbs feel like lead. Every movement takes just a little more effort than it should.

You shuffle toward the over-the-counter shelf, fingers grazing through boxes of headache meds and nausea tablets. You’ve been here too many times this week.

“You okay? You look like the flu’s winning.”

The voice is light, teasing, warm.

You glance sideways and nearly drop your medicines again. Cool. Effortlessly pretty. The kind of girl who belongs on your feed—not in front of you, talking like you’re friends.

You know her face. You’ve seen her before. Not in person. But in clips. In edits. She’s Zoey—one of the girls from Huntrix.

“Sorry,” she says, flashing an easy grin. “Didn’t mean to startle you. You looked like I did last week when I thought I had the plague but it was just anxiety and kombucha withdrawals.”

You nod stiffly. Your throat is dry. “Yeah. I’ve just… been off…sorry, you’re Zoey, right? As in from Huntrix?”

She giggles nervously. “Yeah, I just need to grab a few things too.” She steps closer to the shelves. Casually, like she’s just browsing. “Cold stuff’s over there, but if it’s more like… migraines or vertigo? These work way faster.” She taps a pack of fast-acting tablets and hands them to you.

You take them without thinking, a little starstruck. “Thanks.”

She studies you—not overtly. But it’s there. Her eyes linger too long on your face. “No problem! I hope you feel better! Uh... I, sorry I didn’t get your name-”

“Y/N” you nodded with a nervous smile. 

“Great to meet you, Y/N! Maybe when you feel better we could hang out sometime. Get your instagram?”

You stammered, mouth gaping then closing. What was with all these pop stars approaching you as of late? “Uh, yeah, sure…” You said blinking. You were too sick for this. Why did you have to meet one of the most famous people in the country now when you looked this shitty? And she wanted your instagram? Is this real life?

You told her your instagram handle and she smiled. “Awesome! Well, I hope you feel better.” she started to walk away and you raised an eyebrow. “Uh… weren’t you supposed to get something?” 

Zoey turned red and laughed nervously. “Oh- right! Silly me. My memory is so bad. Thanks for reminding me!” 

You nodded, still a bit shocked at this whole encounter and went to pay for your medicine. 

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The next day, You see a clip on TikTok. It was the Saja Boys at a fanmeet. Laughing with the Huntrix girls, though the girls seemed less enthusiastic. You scroll through more of your feed and stop when you see an image.

It was Jinu and Rumi playing footsies.

You feel a pang in your heart and scroll on.

Zoey playfully hitting Mystery and his little pout after that.

Romance and Abby fanart with Mira.

"Miromabby is real!"

"Zoestery supremacy."

"Rujinu playing footsies? They’re the cutest!"

Your stomach drops.

You turn your phone off. Then on. Then off again.

“They’re not mine,” you whisper to convince yourself. “They were never mine.” You feel yourself getting weaker. A sinking feeling in your gut. It’s unexplainable. You were the one avoiding all of the boys and their madness. Why would something like this upset you? You were the one rejecting their invites.

And then something just breaks.

The next weekend, your coworkers drag you out. They mean well. You look like you haven’t slept in days, and so when one of the girls invited you to come out with them after work on a Saturday, you accept. 

They take you to a club. Loud music. Glittering lights. Free drinks. You tell yourself you deserve it.

But deep down, you feel wrong. Like you’re doing something unforgivable.

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The boys are in their studio, practicing choreo for an upcoming show when Mystery jolts upright mid-step. His head whips toward the door. His pupils dilate. And then—

He growls. Low. Deep. Animal.

They freeze.

Romance is the first to stop moving, lips parting as he slowly lowers his mic. Abby drops into a ready stance like he’s about to charge into something. “What? What is it? What is she feeling now?”

He’s been on edge for days. Every time Mystery whimpers about your nausea or fever, he paces like a caged beast. Every time your scent spikes with sadness, he throws something across the room. It’s taken both Jinu and Baby to restrain him—twice this week alone. Once when Mystery said you slipped in the shower. Another when your heart rate flatlined in fear while walking home alone. He hasn’t stopped shaking since.

“Tell me,” Abby grits. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

Mystery’s hands twitch. “She’s not alone.”

Romance is already unlocking his phone, screen flipping up to your page—he checks it a hundred times a day. Sometimes a thousand. He breathes in sharply.

“She posted. Or—no, someone tagged her.”

A nightclub. Low lighting. Your smile—nervous. Shy. And then—other men.

Hands brushing your waist. A stranger whispering in your ear. Your head tilting back in a laugh that doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

The phone screen burns in Romance’s hand. His smirk dies. “Is that her?” he asks. But he already knows the answer.

Abby doesn’t bother replying. He rips the phone from Romance’s grip and snarls, muscles tensing beneath his shirt as he glares at the video. “Who the fuck are those guys?” he growls, loud enough to shake the chandelier above. “Why is he touching her? Why is she letting—”

A teacup shatters.

Baby hadn’t moved. But his hand had clenched just enough to crush the porcelain in his grip. He stands at the edge of the room, statue-still. His pupils blown wide, pitch black. He doesn’t blink. Doesn’t flinch. His breathing is slow—too slow—as he watches the clip loop.

He’s memorizing the men’s faces. So he knows who to kill first.

Mystery lets out a sound—not human. It rips from his throat like a guttural whine and a growl, high-pitched and wet. His claws are out, twitching. 

“She’s letting strangers touch her,” Baby says softly. But it’s not soft. It’s dangerous.

Romance’s voice is velvet-wrapped venom. He’s smiling again, but the smile is hollow—like a cracked mask. “She’s trying to forget us,” he murmurs. “Trying to pretend she doesn’t belong to us.” His voice dips. “It won’t work.”

There’s a snap. A shift. Something ancient uncoils in the room. The temperature drops. Power hums in the air like static before a storm.

And then—they move. No plan. No hesitation. No words. Just instinct. Baby’s already calling Jinu. The leader’s in a meeting—still gathering intelligence on Rumi, on the Hunters, on the fragile balance between war and reunion.

The phone rings once. “Yes?” Jinu’s voice is curt, sharp with authority.

“She’s at the club,” Baby says calmly.

Jinu doesn’t respond at first. There’s the sound of footsteps. A tiger’s whine. Then Baby adds, like a bullet to the heart:

“Men are touching her.”

The phone crackles. Not with sound, but with energy. Dark, feral, electric. Baby can feel the shift through the line. Something old stirs. Something broken. Then—

Jinu’s voice returns. But it’s not Jinu.

It’s the voice of the thing that crawled to Gwi Ma 400 years ago, begging to bring you back. It’s older. Colder. Hungrier.

“Where is she?”

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You're tipsy. Laughing. Warm. The club pulses like a heartbeat beneath your skin—bass thudding through your ribs, lights smearing color over your vision. You haven’t felt this loose in ages. Not since university. Not since before the dreams started. Before the headaches. Before the boys.

Your coworkers sway around you, drunk and shouting. One of them pours you another shot. You take it. You let it burn. It’s easier to blame the sick feeling in your chest on the alcohol now. Easier than admitting that you’ve been haunted.

You don’t notice the guy your friends brought getting too close. Not at first. He presses against your back under the excuse of helping you keep balance. His hand slides to your waist. You laugh it off. You don’t want to make a scene.

Another drink. Another dizzy smile. Another moment where you forget who you are. “Come on,” he says, too close to your ear. “Let me walk you home.”

You nod. You shouldn’t have.

He throws his jacket over your shoulders like it’s a favor. Wraps an arm around you. Guides you through the club’s glowing mouth into the alley beside it.

The world tilts sideways. Your pulse buzzes against your skull. And then—you round the corner.

And they're there.

Five shadows cut from the dark like carved obsidian. They don’t speak. They don’t have to. Your breath hitches in your throat. The bond snaps into place like a noose and for the first time all night—you can breathe. The ache behind your eyes disappears. Your limbs go steady. Your nausea evaporates. And even in your drunken haze, you know it’s because of them.

The boys who haunt your dreams. The demons who ruin your peace. The monsters who feel like home.

Abby moves first. He doesn’t speak to you. His full, furious attention is on the man still touching you. “Touch her again,” Abby growls, voice low and venomous, “and I’ll shatter every bone in your body.”

Romance steps into view, golden eyes gleaming like firelight. He tsks, slow and mocking. “Naughty girl,” he murmurs, eyes trailing down your body like he’s savoring the view of you in your dress. “Out here, letting strangers paw at what isn’t theirs.”

His gaze lingers on your thighs. The hem of your dress. Your dazed expression. You see the muscle in his jaw twitch. “She forgot us,” he says with a small, cruel smile. “So she let herself be touched.”

Romance leans in with a sickly sweet smile aimed at the guy by your side. “She’s not yours to protect,” he whispers. “So if you would so kindly… fuck off.”

The guy squares his shoulders. “Who the hell do you think—” His voice dies the moment his eyes land on the figure behind them all.

Baby.

Still. Silent. Watching. His pupils are blown wide, pitch black. Shadows crawl up his arms like smoke.

The guy’s bravado crumples. “Hey, hey—I didn’t know she was spoken for…” He stumbles back. Your balance wavers. 

Mystery darts forward, catching you in his arms like you were made to fit there. He buries his nose in your neck with a shaky inhale. Like it's the only thing in the entire world that could calm him down. You don’t push him away.

“Y/N? You know these guys?” your friend calls weakly.

“Uh huh,” you mumble. Your voice is slurred, but you don’t miss how Romance is staring—burning holes through your clothes. Your spine prickles. He rakes his eyes over you slowly, like memorizing every inch. You remember the way he said you belonged to him. And for a second, you want to.

Abby moves closer again, jaw tense. His eyes flick from your dazed expression to the guy who dared to touch you earlier. He sees red.

“Take care of him,” Baby says, the words barely audible—but they’re a death sentence. Abby cracks his knuckles.

“With pleasure.”

“Don’t look, baby,” Mystery whispers into your ear. You shiver. His voice is soft, but it carries heat. Danger. Something low coils in your stomach, and lower still. His hands tighten around your waist and you melt. You don’t even notice the scream behind you.

“You came,” you slur, eyes glossy. “I… feel better now…”

“Is that so, princess?” Romance frowns, stepping closer. He tilts your chin with two fingers. The bond flares. A moan slips from his throat before he can stop it. His eyes fall lower—to the swell of your chest in that too-short dress.

“Did you wear this for them?” He asks through gritted teeth. “For all those men to see you like this?”

His jaw tenses. His hands twitch. Mystery’s fingers dig into your hips and you gasp. It’s too much. You whimper. And it breaks something in all of them.

Romance yanks his hand back like he’s been burned, turning away with a curse. Marks rise on his skin, glowing faintly. You don’t even notice.

But then—

Jinu steps from the shadows. His gaze is ice. Piercing. Regal. He spares no glance for the man Abby dragged away. Only you.

“You’re drunk,” he says flatly.

You flinch.

“You’re reckless.”

Tears prick at your eyes. You know you shouldn’t have gone out. You know you shouldn’t feel better just because they’re here. But you do. Jinu’s hand reaches for your jaw, and you go still. The moment his fingers graze your skin, the bond explodes between you. You can’t breathe.

He leans down until your noses almost touch.

“Look at you,” he murmurs. “So reckless. So breakable.”

Jinu trails his nose on the side of your neck causing a shiver to erupt down your spine.

“If you’d stopped pretending this wasn’t real, you’d be spread across my lap, begging us to forgive you.”

You suck in a breath. Every nerve in your body screams. You squeeze your thighs together. This is wrong. This is insane. You should be running.

But you’re not.

You’re melting.

He lets go. You nearly fall forward—but he catches you. Of course he does.

They don’t ask.

They don’t wait.

They take you home.

Theirs.

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From the rooftop nearby, Mira watches the scene unfold.

The way the boys surround you.

The way you lean into them like they’re the only thing keeping you alive.

And then—

They vanish in smoke. With you.

She presses a finger to her earpiece. “She’s not normal,” she whispers. “And she’s gone with them.”

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The sheets are silk under your touch. A splitting headache forms and you groan, last night’s party flooding back like a cruel wave. You decide you’re never drinking again.

Your eyes open—and your stomach twists. The ceiling isn’t yours. You bolt upright, heart pounding. And they’re there.

All five of them. Beautiful. Dangerous. Familiar in a way that makes your soul ache. They’re watching you. Some with concern. Some with reverence. Some like they want to devour you.

“Where am I?” you breathe. Your voice shakes. “Why am I here?”

You look around wildly, mind racing. You remember the latter events of the night. Romance’s gaze. Mystery’s breath on your ear. Abby’s voice like thunder. Baby’s black eyes. Jinu’s warning...

“You took me,” you gasp. “You took me.”

Abby steps forward first—hands raised like you’re a spooked animal. “You were in danger.”

“I was out with my friends,” you argue.

Mystery whispers from where he kneels near the door. “You’re always in danger when you’re not with us.” His voice is soft, but it cuts like glass.

Romance kneels beside the bed next. Too graceful. Too close. “Let us explain.”

You scramble back, trembling. “No. No more dreams. No more tricks.” Your hands press to your temples. “I’m not yours.”

You say it like you need to believe it. Like it’s the only thing keeping you sane.

Baby finally speaks from the shadows. “Then why do you feel safer here than you’ve felt in your entire life?”

His voice is emotionless. Clinical. But something about it makes your skin erupt in chills. You freeze. Because he’s right. And that terrifies you.

Abby sits at the edge of the bed, watching you like a kicked dog. “You must be tired. How about a bath first, hmm?” His voice is too gentle for someone so strong.

You flinch. He notices.  And it kills him.

“I should go home—”

“Please, stay,” Mystery pleads. His voice is almost a whimper. You look at him and feel your heartbeat falter. Then Jinu approaches. Deliberate. Measured. The pull in your chest pulses harder.

“We would never hurt you,” he says, voice steady. “Please allow us to explain.”

You glance around. Five sets of eyes. Each one begging for the same thing. Not obedience. Not fear. A chance.

You sigh. “Fine. But I need a bath first.”

They release a breath like they’d been underwater for hours. Romance smiles. “Thank you, baby.”

So there you were, sitting on the edge of a couch that costs more than your rent. Hair damp and in clothes way too big for you. Based on the scent, you hate how you could tell they were Jinu’s. Unbeknown to you, the guys had drawn sticks to decide who’s clothes you would wear after your shower. 

Velvet cushions. Mahogany floors. Tall windows draped in gauzy silk that sways with no wind. You don’t know where you are.

But it smells like them. Like rain on stone, smoke, citrus, old paper, and heat.

You’re in their apartment.

And they’re all still here.

Watching.

Waiting.

Like wolves circling their starved mate—but trying to look civilized about it.

Abby comes up from behind you, handing you a glass of water and two painkillers. “For your pretty little head. It must be pounding right now” 

You noticed his extra caution and nervousness and it broke your heart a little bit even if it shouldn’t. You take the medicine. “Thank you.”

“Anytime, princess.” 

The room is bathed in silence after you take your medicine. Five pairs of eyes staring at you with longing and another emotion you were too afraid to acknowledge. Fondness? 

Love?

You shake your head at the thought. 

All of them couldn’t believe you were here. In their clothes sitting on their couch in their apartment. It was almost too good to be true. They had to be careful. They couldn’t afford to have you run like last time. 

Because they knew they wouldn’t just let you go now. Now that you’re here in their clutches. They’d make you stay.

Romance is the first to speak. “You’ve been dreaming of us.”

It isn’t a guess.

You swallow. Hard. “How do you know that?”

Mystery, curled up on a cushion across from you, answers in a low murmur. “Because we feel it when you do.”

You flinch. “That doesn’t make sense.”

Jinu steps forward slowly, crouching down like he’s afraid you’ll bolt. “The bond is active again.”

You cock your head to the side like a puppy. It was the cutest thing they’d ever seen. 

Baby’s fists tighten, resisting the urge to pounce on you.

Jinu speaks. “Your soul remembers. But your mind doesn’t. That’s why you feel sick during the day. Why you sleep like you’ve finally come home.”

He doesn’t touch you—but he gestures to the sketchbook on their coffee table. “You’ve been drawing us, haven’t you?”

You glance down. The sketchbook you didn’t bring with you. The one Mystery must have brought you. The pages are full of lines you don’t remember making. Faces. Threads. A burning palace. A blood moon. And five boys who all look like them.

“These don’t mean anything,” you say quietly. But your voice shakes.

Abby leans against the far wall, arms crossed. “You feel cold during the day. Like you’re not in your own skin.”

You nod slowly. “And you’ve been dizzy. Unsteady. Like something inside you is pulling.”

More nods. “That’s the bond, too.”

Romance sits down across from you, not too close. For once, he looks serious. “You don’t have to believe everything right now. But you feel it. Don’t you?”

“The thread. Between us.”

You try to speak.

Nothing comes out.

You stand up abruptly, putting the coffee table between you and all of them. They all flinch like they’re ready to catch you if you run. “I don’t know what’s happening to me. I’m having dreams that don’t feel like mine. I’m drawing with a hand that doesn’t feel like mine. I feel like I’m losing my mind.”

Baby’s voice cuts in—calm and sharp. “You’re not losing your mind.”

“You’re remembering what was taken from you.”

You turn to Jinu, eyes wet with frustration. “Then explain it. Really explain it. No more riddles.”

Jinu takes a breath like it hurts to speak the words. The others go quiet. You feel the room shift—heavier. Like the bond itself is listening.

“You died.”

His voice is low. Steady. But grief hums under every syllable. “Four hundred years ago. You died. And it was my fault.”

He doesn’t blink. “I sold my soul to Gwi Ma for fame. I thought I wanted luxury, adoration—immortality. I got it. But then I met you.”

“You were just a girl. Bright. Human. Good. You saw me for what I was—a demon. And you stayed anyway.”

Your eyebrows raised at the mention of demon, but listened on, letting him finish.

“But I was selfish. And you paid the price. When you died, I begged Gwi Ma- the demon king to bring you back. He said no.”

His fists clench on his knees. And you began to think maybe he was crazy. A demon king? Really?

“So I made a deal. If I could bind other demons to your soul—build a tether strong enough to pull you back across lifetimes—he’d let you be reborn.”

He looks at you now. Really looks.

“And I did. I found them. Each one of us—Abby, Romance, Mystery, Baby—we lived lives tied to you. Not all at once. Not always together.”

“In every lifetime, you met one of us. You fell in love. You died. Again and again.”

Your breath catches in your throat and fear grips you. I died? Multiple times? Are they crazy? Every rational thought within you told you to reject this explanation. This Fairytale and yet…

When you looked into each of their eyes they were sincere. Jinu’s eyes holding so much truth so much anguish. Either they were psychos who believed their lies or…

It was all the truth. And that terrified you.

“You’ve lived dozens of lives, and in every one, your soul was trying to return to the pact.”

“Now… we’re all here. Together. Finally.”

“And your soul remembers.”

You sit frozen. The blood drains from your face. Your voice comes out broken: “So… I’m not me.”

Jinu’s expression shatters. He moves toward you slowly—like you’ll flee again. “You are you. You’re this lifetime’s version of her. But you’re more than this moment. You’re all the love, all the pain, all the choices you made to find your way back to us.”

Questions began swimming in your mind. Demons? They were demons? There was a Demon king, this Gwi Ma… it was all so crazy. Too crazy. Maybe too crazy to be a lie… How else would you explain this tether to them, this bond. How you’ve been feeling. The dreams, the sketches, the visions. It lines up with this story. 

Mystery whispers from the corner, cutting through your thoughts. “We missed you every time.”

There was a pain in his gaze, and you looked around to see that same pain reflected in everyone’s eyes. 

You needed more details. More explanations. Them not being human made sense, that was clear to you. But everything else, just seemed so bizarre to be true. Demons were real? You had been reincarnated? And they had loved you throughout those lifetimes? Their souls were tied to yours? 

Well, that last bit had you believing, because at least that last bit you actually felt.

It was all too crazy and you sighed, rubbing your temples. You didn’t want to believe them but somehow you just did. Like it all made sense. And deep down you knew it was the truth. 

You let the silence stretch. Something hot stings behind your eyes. “So what now?... You expect me to just—fall in love with you all?”

Baby answers this time. Voice low. Final. “No.”

“We expect you to remember that you already did.”

Your head is pounding. Not in a normal way. It feels like something is unraveling behind your eyes—memories that don’t belong to you pressing against the inside of your skull like water through cracked glass.

You close your eyes. The room spins. You hear a voice. Soft. Familiar.

“Don’t push her,” Jinu murmurs to the others. “She’s at the edge.”

You open your mouth, then close it again. You want to argue. Scream. Say it’s all ridiculous. Say you don’t believe in past lives or demons or fate.

But your heart won’t let you. And neither will the thread quietly tugging behind your ribs. You don’t realize you’ve sunk back onto the couch until Mystery is gently placing a pillow behind your head, his touch featherlight. He doesn’t speak. Just hums something low and wordless as your eyes flutter shut.

Your head still hurts, but less. The weight of everything presses down—and still, for the first time in days, you don’t feel alone.

Romance crouches nearby, hands on his knees, watching you through his lashes. “We’re not asking you to love us today.”

“We’re asking for a chance.”

Abby, his arms crossed, finally uncrosses them. “A chance to take care of you. Like we were supposed to.”

You open your eyes. The ceiling above you glows faintly with soft reflected light. There’s no sound but their breathing. And your own heartbeat.

“Just… a chance?” you whisper.

Jinu kneels beside the couch again. “That’s all.”

“And if I don’t remember?”

He smiles—small. Sad.

“Then we’ll give you a thousand new reasons to love us again.”

You don’t say yes.

But you don’t say no.

You close your eyes.

And this time, when the bond pulses gently at the base of your spine like a heartbeat that doesn’t belong to you…

You let it.

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Author's note: Wahhh I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter as much as I did writing it! Things are picking up now and the ball is rolling. I sprinkled in a little bit of naughtiness there just to hint on eventual spice down the line... eventually, when it feels right! But let me know if you guys liked this one, reblog, comment, and like if you wish too! <3 Love y'all Willa x.

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