Back here finally with a one-shot. It’s a fanfic centering a character from a kpop group named BTS. Hence why the names are Korean here. Victorian era setting. My OC is here. Eh, that’s about it. For those who do know this guy, please imagine him in BTS’s “Blood Sweat and Tears” look.
#bts #bloodsweatandtears #AU

A thick forest of oak trees guarded the stony castle in the middle of nowhere. The stones had long since lost their once silvery color, now reduced to a shade between grey and black. The grand iron gates of the castle had been reduced to a rusty, creaking mess almost on the verge of falling apart.

Thick moss and poison ivy grew around the castle walls, some parts of the castle almost representing a tree house. Overgrown grass covered the large courtyard filled with insects and whatnot. Lights had virtually been nonexistent inside the castle for more than a century.

‘Don’t venture into the woods,’ the villagers said.

‘Don’t try to find the ancient castle,’ they said.

‘It’s cursed,’

‘You’ll die,’

Min Yoongi laughed dryly, tired eyes scanning over the pages of the book in his arms; the binding was torn and the pages were falling apart.

Well, it was a century old after all.

He closed the book without any disregard for its condition not bothering to pick up the loose pages that had scattered to the wooden floor.

What did it matter, anyway?

There was no one to scold him.

He spared a second to reminisce the last time he had been reprimanded.


That was roughly about three centuries ago.

He glanced around the room.

Silk curtains once the color of soft cream had turned grey and were torn, some missing completely while the rest somehow were still hanging. The walls now had visible cracks on them. The wooden floor creaked whenever he walked, as if it was ready to give away at a moment’s notice. The paintings on the walls were long since disfigured, now just a blur of faded dry paint.

How pathetic.

Dragging himself up to a standing position from the couch, the raven head staggered to the miraculously functioning mirror on the wall – albeit with dark fringes here and there.

He stared at his reflection.

Messy raven hair, an ironed, creaseless white shirt, a pair of black pants, a black and silver blazer and black polished shoes – all cladding a pale young man who stared back at him.

He smirked, shaking his head.

After a century later and the only thing that had changed was his pale skin that had turned just a bit more paler.

His hand roamed across his features, fingering the sharp canines in his mouth to his sharp jaw line down to where his beating heart should have been.

Only silence engulfed him.

Of course it wasn’t there. Who was he kidding?

His dark eyes shone a bright shade of scarlet.

Vampires didn’t have hearts.

And he didn’t pine for one either.

What he pined for though, was something completely different.

Completely irrational yet, understandable.

Soft skin.

Silky hair.

Bewitching eyes.

Warm breaths.

Hot, human blood.

He swallowed thickly.

A woman.

A bride.

Except, in the span of a century – of one hundred boring years – he had not found one human, one female who he deemed the slightest bits of interesting.

Not a single woman that had his fangs tingling with a burning sensation.

Naturally, he had just about given up on finding someone.

Min Yoongi was convinced that there was no bride out there for him.

So, you can imagine his surprise when his heightened hearing allowed him to hear the faintest traces of rapid footsteps across the forest floor and ragged breaths.

The faint smell of violets wafted to his nose.

A woman?

His eyebrows rose.

Probably another village woman out to kill herself; nothing new.

Except, the stench of violets was getting closer and closer and that made things irritating because the last thing the vampire wanted was his sanctuary being discovered by some stupid human – woman or not – and then having the village people come and attempt to burn his home down.

He clicked his tongue in annoyance as he opened one of the barely hanging windows and rolled his eyes at the cringing sound that emitted from it.

With one last glance at his room, the vampire jumped and disappeared.

When he ventured into the forest, a few new smells had appeared – the stenches of a few men.

Yoongi paused in thought.

How interesting.

He already had an idea as to what was happening.

Concentrating on the sound of the footsteps, he decided to go and take a look himself.
Sure enough, from his stance on one of the high branches of the oak trees, he spotted a cloaked figure – the woman, surely – running at top-speed while a group of rugged, nasty looking men chased her, leers across their faces.

Disgusting, Yoongi idly thought.

Should he save the woman?

He crossed his arms in front of his chest.

Well, it had been a total of seven days since he had his last meal and these were just easy pickings, these men so, why not?

And so, he did just that.

The manly cheers had faded into silence, their bodies lay scattered on the forest floor as Yoongi licked at his blood-stained fingers with mild interest; quite disgusting if he said so himself, but hey, at least these thickheads would keep him filled for at least three weeks now.

Out of the corners of his eyes, he noticed the cloaked woman standing a few feet from him and the bodies and immediately sensed her fear.

Ah, this is where things usually became messy.

Probably one of the reasons he hated helping humans.

Turning around, he attempted to raise his hands into the human’s ‘surrender’ position but instead watched the woman take a few rapid steps backwards before her legs tripped over an overgrown oak root and she fell, the string of the cloak around her neck snapping open causing her cloak to fall off of her and the vampire’s eyes widened in the moonlight.

Silky, long tresses of blonde hair cascaded down her head to her waist as if it were bands of white gold. A simple white dress clung to her body accentuating her slim figure and curves, the fall backwards revealing her slender legs up to her knees. Eyes as dark as hot chocolate concentrated with fear and shock stared back at his scarlet ones as her lean arms held her up from completely falling against the forest floor. Trembling pink lips were parted in shock.

Yoongi’s eyes scanned every detail on her; from her white gold like hair to her slender figure to her piercing eyes to her soft lips.

The moonlight made her an almost ethereal being – like an angel from heaven.

A buzzing tingle from his fangs jolted him out of his trance and he felt his throat burn.

He watched as the woman tried to gather herself, gripping the black cloak tightly in fear.

This woman….

Suddenly, her attention turned to something behind him and he saw her lips move but the ringing in his head cancelled out her voice as he absentmindedly gripped the thing behind him without sparing a look back.

Ah, it was one of the men.

Odd, he was convinced he had slit their throats for good measure.

His skills were probably getting rusty.

With a snap, the man’s neck crumpled in his fist and he watched as the woman gasped, her hands coming to cover her mouth in disgust and fear.

Throwing the man away, he took a few steps in front of the shaken woman, his eyes never moving from hers.

It was probably utter undiluted fear that kept the woman from running or screaming when he was finally looming over her – the vampire idly remembered reading about it from a human psychology book.

Her smell almost made him nauseous.

It was intoxicating.

Never averting his gaze, he crouched on one knee in front of her; his bloodied fingers traced her dress in a languid manner, the blood staining the white fabric.

He could hear her heart rattling within her ribcage; the sound was strangely soothing.

His fingers brushed across her collarbone – soft, soft, soft skin – and he could feel his lips trembling when his thumb brushed the nape of her neck.

After an entire century….

His fingers ghosted over her chin and then finally above, dyeing her soft, plump – kissable, his mind supplied – lips in hot, red blood.

He removed his hand to admire his work and licked his lips, a smirk breaking across his face, his fangs glinting in the moonlight.

The fear in the woman’s eyes increased ten-fold and her heart raced spasmodically.

Lifting one of her violet scented tresses, he pressed it to his lips.

“My bride,” his voice was meant for her ears only.



Night Talks Deceive

Here I am with the Prompt Games! Nothing much to say here because those of you who have read Alice and some of my other works know I write crazy stories that confuse everyone. A little heads up here, this story is about a boy being an alien to himself. It’s inspired by the song Yobanashi Deceive by IA (Vocaloid) and I’d advise everyone to listen to the song while reading this if they can. It helps a lot. Maybe re-reading this a few times will help a lot of people too. If you have any questions about certain things here, feel free to ask! Peace out!


Some say that the truth may hurt for a little but a lie will hurt forever.

What do you think?

Do you like lying? Or, are you one of those goody two shoes who prefer clinging onto the truth because ‘Mama said so’?


What about me?

That’s a funny question, you know.

But if I had to answer, I’d say….

Lying is my forte.

But I’m kinda bad at saying what I truly feel, you see.

It’s kinda funny, actually….

How my truest tales sound the most false!


There is a floating bebop sensation as the night claims the sunlight and everything turns pitch black. Not entirely black, though, and not entirely white either – somewhere in between, you know? The two-beat drop of the song playing in my head stops and I guess I can complain now, huh?


Yeah, you.

You want to talk for a little while?

It’s about a few stupid, hurtful habits but I’ve realized I can’t contain myself any longer so…how about I provide you an interesting story for a reasonable price, ok?

Well then, let’s get started, shall we?

I’ve actually been hiding some rather unique traits about myself for a while now….and pretended to be all normal!

Exciting, isn’t it?

But, I constantly worried about it.

And then, one day – has it been ten years, already? – a monster spoke to me.


‘Hey, hey, you like lying, kid?’

‘Yeah, yeah! It’s fun, isn’t it, Mister?’

‘Hmm, you’re a funny one, kid. How about I give you a present, then?’

‘A present? To a stranger like me? You’re a strange one, Mister. You aren’t lying to me, then?’

‘Me? Lying? Nah. It’ll be a gift for you, kid. The best gift you’ve ever gotten!’

‘Should I believe you, Mister?’

‘That’s up to you,’

‘….I guess it won’t hurt to believe you, then. What’s the gift, Mister?’

‘Close your eyes! Don’t want to ruin the surprise!’


 And then, the monster gulped down my heart and screamed “CONTINUE LYING!


Since then, I’ve always been a liar.

Wearing a mask made of smiling skeletons, one side black and the other white; no one’s ever caught me.

Y’know, I’ve been reduced to a monster, I think.


Hey, don’t cry!

It’s all just nonsense, okay?


(The mask in my hand sneers and isn’t this so much fun?)


Oh my, how dirty and shameful.

I keep deceiving ‘till the end.

But even though I say that…isn’t this feeling kinda uncanny?

I deceive and deceive and deceive and deceive and deceive.

Ah! Don’t mind, don’t mind! Just look the other way and let the lies pile up!

Today, too, I sneer at the tedium.


The bebop sensation remains, is it a shout-out to the girls who disappeared?

The two-beat song still plays for all the boys who hate lies and cries.

That’s right. In that same manner, another shady deal was made with him.

Gulped down all our hearts and that’s when we finally realized….


Even if all my dreams came true, I won’t be able to live in this world alone.

‘Is that also a lie?’ I ask.

‘No, no, it’s my true feelings!’ I reply quickly.

My collapsing brain is filled to the brim – man, what do I do now?


(The mask is no longer sneering and neither is it laughing anymore. I wonder why there’s a jagged line across it as if it’s cracking.)


Oh my, what a dirty and shameful creature I’ve become!

Listen to me now!

To my heart, to my selfishness, to this messed up lie, to the real me!

‘I’m so lonely,’ I say and I know I won’t ever change because it’s all just a lie, right?




I’m so disgusted by myself – what the hell did I become? – that I can’t help but sneer.

‘But, it’s all just a lie, isn’t it?’ I ask bitterly.

‘Isn’t it?’ I ask in return.

It is.

It isn’t.

It is.

It isn’t.

Ah, my head hurts now but…

I guess I deserve it, huh?


(The mask shatters and I laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh. Who am I kidding? Of course, it’s not gone. It’ll never be gone. It’s all just a lie at the end.)


Oh my, how dirty and shameful!

I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!

Listen to me even more!

I wonder if this disgusting me can be saved any longer?

‘No problem!’ I reply.

Ah, I haven’t changed at all.

‘Oops, I made a mistake,’ I say.

Once again, this uncanny me is stuck to this part of me.


(The mask of skeletons mends; the black and white returning like scattered paint across an empty canvas. It’s familiar, to be honest. Hey, isn’t that my broken little heart? That’s strange. Did I always have that white side to me? Nah, probably not. It’s probably deceiving me now.)


‘Hey, hey, is it to the black part?’

‘No idea. But it doesn’t matter, does it? Because – ‘

‘It’s all just a lie,’




(And that makes it all the more fun!)


Ah, I said too much, didn’t I?

In any case, it’s just a nonsensical story, y’know.

Well then, we’ll stop here for today. And then next time, when the signal sounds….

I’ll tell you an even stranger story.


So this is basically the thing I wrote for the competition we had back in November, I think. It’s under the “Routine is the Enemy of my Creativity”, so I thought I should post it. Let me know your thoughts and please leave a comment. And one more thing, this story is….crazy. Very crazy. Things will seem really weird at times but just deal with it.

Max Farrow was your average sixteen year old living in New York City with his family. He had everything any normal teenager would dream of only with the exception of his eyes. Green they were in color, the pupil, for some unknown reason, had the appearance of a cracked glass. His parents had taken him to every doctor they had known but they had replied with the same thing – that his eyes were perfectly healthy and normal and why the appearance was that of cracked glass was beyond them.

However, it was not the appearance which Max found weird, rather it was the things he saw through them. Normal New York City was not so normal to him. Here and there, he would spot otherworldly creatures with fascinating shapes and sizes milling about along with the humans as if it was a routine. And what shocked Max the most was the fact that no one seemed to notice them at all.

It was almost as if he was the only one who could see them with his unique eyes.

Max released a sigh as he removed his green-tinted goggles from his eyes and felt the morning air blow at his face. Goggles were the only reason why no one was whispering behind his back. He closed his eyes.

Some of things he saw through them were just mad. Just yesterday he saw a dragon flying across the night sky!

“GAHHH! I wish I didn’t have these damn eyes to begin with!” he shouted.

He opened his eyes.

A pair of green eyes stared back at him along with blonde hair falling from the sky upside down.

What the hell?

“AHHH!!” he screamed falling on the pavement as he eyed the figure that was standing on the railing grinning cheekily.

It was a girl.

“Max Farrow!” she shouted enthusiastically.

Max just stared.

“Guess what I am!” she said plopping down on the pavement.

“Huh?” Max managed weakly before the girl grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him up. She dusted her full-sleeved dress before tilting her head at him.

“Let’s play a game. If you can guess what I am by the end of the day, I’ll grant your wish!” she announced.

Max just couldn’t hold the question any longer. “Who the hell are you?”

The girl grinned. “I’m White!”

“So…uhh…White…where are we going?” Max asked weakly as he reluctantly followed the happy blonde who was walking ahead of him.

She gave an exasperated sigh before saying, “You idiot! We’re obviously gonna go on an adventure!”

Max had a sudden urge to face palm.

“Would you please t – “

A giant shadow loomed over them and Max looked up to see a red dragon glaring down at him.

“What the h – “

And out of nowhere, a meteor came and slammed onto the dragon toppling it over the bridge onto the ocean.

“AHHH!!!” Max screamed jumping ten feet in the air while White just shrugged.

“What’s wrong with you?” she asked accusingly as if it were all normal.

This girl was not sane.

Max clutched at his thumping heart while glaring at the poker-faced blonde who gave a dramatic sigh before grabbing his hand and pulling him forward.

“In the end, it’s just a game right?”

Max looked at her incredulously. “You don’t say – “he began again but she beat him to it.

“Let’s go!”

“Why are we wasting our time stalking some hotshot businessman?” Max couldn’t help but ask as they tailed a man wearing a designer Armani suit across the street. They were at the heart of Manhattan and it was packed with people. “We’re gonna see his lifestyle,” White replied casually and Max had an urge to grab her and shake her until she said something normal.

“Oh no! He’s entering a car! Can’t help it then,” White snapped her fingers and a flying carpet came out of nowhere. She took a seat and gestured for Max to do the same.

Max stared at her.

“Hurry!” she hissed and yanked his arm and the carpet zoomed off tailing the black limousine with Max screaming all the while.

“You’re crazy!” Max shouted as they hovered on a balcony of a building which no doubt was the businessman’s house. White stuck out her tongue before peering into the room where the man was in.

“What if someone saw us, huh?! What the hell are we even doing?!” Max continued but White just smacked him on the head before motioning to the room.


The man set his stack of files on his table before he took a seat and began filling out the forms. They continued to watch as the man finished the twenty or so files on his desk before he got up and returned with another twenty and began the same routine of filling them out.

Max yawned. “Must be hella boring,”

White cocked an eyebrow at him. “But you want this life, don’t you?”

Max furrowed his eyebrows.

“You want a normal life without those eyes of yours. You want to be normal and not see these things that only you can see. Basically, you want your life to be a simple routine,” White explained.

Max rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah but not like this,” he muttered.

White shot him a cheeky grin. “Time’s up! We have a lot of places to go!” And before Max could even comprehend what had happened, the magic carpet zoomed away.

“Behold! The flower people!” White shouted as she motioned with her hands towards the strange creatures in front of them. They were people with green skin and different colored flowers on their crowns.

Max was seriously considering the fact that everything was a dream.

“Flowers,” he muttered blandly.

Just great.

“Mister, wanna play?” a small boy with blue petals on his head came and before Max could say anything, the boy grabbed his hand and pulled him.

“So, we just plant these seedlings?” Max asked as he noticed the other kids who were digging up fresh dirt. “Uh-huh! Your eyes are really pretty, Mister!” a young girl chimed in as the other children nodded.

Max scoffed but the all the kids shook their heads. “It’s really pretty, Mister! You should be glad! Not many people can see us….so it’s like a blessing!” the boy explained with a sad smile.

Max felt something clawing at his insides and his voice shook as he said, “…Well then…how about we make a garden?”

The boy grinned, his eyes twinkling. “Sure!”

As White began to take him to all sorts of different places, Max began to realize the true extent of his strange eyes. He could see things others couldn’t see but the ones he could see considered it as a blessing. The variety of different species in New York City was beyond mind blowing to say the least and despite the insane experiences, it just wasn’t so bad.

Well except for the dragon and the meteor part anyway.

And as he began observing the ordinary citizens, he couldn’t help but feel as though they led monotonous and uninteresting lives. All their lives were filled with routines and time tables; there was nothing creative or colorful about it.

And he hated that.

As he walked on the street, the evening breeze fluttered his hair and he eyed the blonde girl who was happily munching on a hotdog.

He was close to actually guessing what she was; truthfully, he had been thinking about it for a while now. She wasn’t just a normal human but something more than that.

Something different and unique.

White turned around, her lips stretched to her signature cheeky grin as the wind fluttered her long blonde hair and all of a sudden, Max knew.

He just knew.


“Whew! Today was loads fun!” White cheered walking side by side with Max, who remained silent, his goggles on his face.

She walked a few steps ahead of him before stopping and turning around.

“So then, guess!” she said. “What am I?”

Max remained silent as White looked at him curiously. He slowly took off his goggles, revealing his glass-like eyes and smiled at her.

“Max?” White asked softly, the evening sun was slowly setting.

“White,” he started quietly.

White stared at him.

“You’re my creativity,”

Her green eyes widened in surprise as Max shot her a grin, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s just a game, isn’t it?”

She remained quiet before breaking into a small smile. “It’s a game,” she replied.

“Well then, Max Farrow, what is your wish?” she asked.

Max looked at her in the eye as the sun finally set.

“Are you really sure about this?” she asked as Max walked across the busy morning streets of Manhattan. “You could’ve asked to ditch all of this weirdness, you know,” she continued as she followed him.

He smiled as he gazed at the skyscrapers. “True, but I guess I learned huh?”

“Then I have no use remaining here,” she said softly grabbing his hand. He halted before staring at her.

“Goodbye then, White,” he said quietly gazing at the girl’s green eyes as her entire body glowed brilliantly.

She grinned. “You never did tell me why you chose this though,”

Her body faded into a soft warm light which enveloped him fully and he took off his goggles revealing a pair of cracked-glass like pupils.

He stared at the sky watching as a red dragon soared into the clouds.

He gave a cheeky grin.

“Routine is the enemy of my creativity, after all,”






You could say this either a very late Halloween story or a very early Halloween story. I originally wanted to post this last year but yeah, I wrote the first part and forgot about it. This was supposed to be posted on 14th Feb as a prank because let’s be honest, you all should’ve realized that this isn’t a love story. It’s far from that. Very far from that. Anyways, this story has been greatly inspired by Alice of Human Sacrifice by Vocaloid and I suggest everyone to listen to that while reading this. A big shoutout to Mouduna who painstakingly edited this and put up with my stubbornness (madness too) and I don’t think there are any weird sentences and I’m really proud of this!

Once upon a time, there existed a land like no other.

Roses as white as snow, the sky as dark as ink and the grass as sharp as knives.

It was called Wonderland.

Amidst all that, there was a small dream.

A dream so small that it forgot who actually dreamt it up and was on the verge of vanishing into thin air.

‘I don’t want to disappear,’ the dream thought in earnest. ‘How do I make people dream of me?’ it asked out loud.

The tiny dream thought and thought and came up with an idea.

‘I’ll make humans get lost in me,’  it decided.

‘I can create my world, then’.


The first Alice was a woman of the Spade, who stepped into Wonderland with her sword in hand.

Enthralled as she was by the beauty of the woods, she decided it was not enough.

A sweet voice cooed in her ear, ‘Why not add some color?’

And so, she chopped and chopped, spraying shocking red ink on the forest floor staining the once green grass with blood. Her once gleaming sword was now drenched in hot blood as she laughed and laughed.

‘More, more, more!’  The honey-toned voice sang, and the woman of the Spade obliged without any questions, leaving a red path in her wake.

But then, the sweet voice turned against her and her vision turned hazy as a shrill voice screamed, ‘Serve for your sins!’

That Alice is now deep within the forest bound and caged as a sinner.

New paths opened up into the depths of the forest and her bloody trail could very well have not existed.

Her whereabouts remained an eternal mystery…
Or not.


The second Alice was a man of the Diamond, with an angelic voice that seemed to touch the hearts of even the worst of the sinners.

Once stepping into the deep forest, he began singing a beautiful song, casting a strange spell to the lonesome forest.

The green blades of the grass turned charcoal black, coughing up puffs of a deadly smoke and black ink that tasted like acid. The white roses twitched and waned, its petals falling onto the black ink and turning to tiny corpse lilies.

And as the man sang his strange yet mesmerizing song, he filled the forest with all kinds of sounds – screams, cries, and screeches – and created a crazy world.

‘The song needs to end, then,’

Picking up a blue rose, the Alice grinned at the sheer beauty (and ugliness of the flower) – blue eyes gleaming with a distant madness – when a gunshot was heard and shocking red ink spilled across the forest floor.

And everyone loved him as he died, the silver gun still in his hand.


The third Alice was the child of Clover.

With long overflowing green hair and her beautiful face, she charmed her way onto the hearts of all the people of Wonderland.

‘What a pretty girl!’

‘Such beautiful words!’

‘Her voice is so sweet!’

‘She’s such a kind girl!’

Deceiving everyone with her dazzling smile, she created a strange country.

That Alice became the Queen.

Everything had to be red and blue and green and yellow and perfect, because she was the perfect being. Perfect walls, perfect wallpapers, perfect furniture, perfect food, perfect dresses, perfect people – because she was the perfect Queen who created this perfect – mad, twisted, corrupted – country!

And yet, the country turned frail.

‘Corpses are so perfectly beautiful, right?’

Her rule shook as madness overtook her.

‘Lies, lies, lies!’

‘She’s not perfect,’

‘Deceiving us like that….what a terrible Queen,’

‘She’s mad!’

And her once sweet tongue now ran with venom.

No, no, no. I’m perfect, I’ve always been perfect. I’m perfectly beautiful, kind, caring, sweet – I AM A PERFECT QUEEN.

Fearing death altogether, she kept herself hidden and ruled the twisted land as the now-mad Queen.


Amidst the forest, there is a small path strewn with tulips and dandelions. Under the apple tree beside the rose bushes is an invitation card from the Queen.

Inside is the Ace of Hearts beckoning the main actors into the magnificent play.


The fourth Alice was a pair of siblings, twins of the Heart.

Entering Wonderland out of mere curiosity, they passed through countless doors, their mischief carried throughout the wind.

‘I wonder what this does!’

‘I wonder what that does!’

The stubborn elder sister, the intelligent younger brother – they were the closest to the real Alice…

‘The world can’t stop!’

However, their paths led them to the deepest parts of the forest where the former woman of Spade was locked within her cage.

Opening the door out of childish curiosity, a psychotic laugh was heard. Blood spilled across the grass and the younger brother stood clutching the same sword as the woman of Spade, while his sister lay lifeless on the ground.

Now they can’t ever wake from their dream, forever wandering around Wonderland.
So then…

Who is the next Alice?’


Author’s note : This is a sort of a one shot of a ship from Once Upon A Time series. I’d suggest everyone to read this author’s note before reading the story. Anyways basically this is about Peter Pan and Wendy. Pan is evil in Once Upon A Time and he and Wendy doesn’t really have anything going on. Pan needs to find this heart of the truest believer so he won’t die and he keeps Wendy imprisoned in Neverland for a 100 years (no she doesn’t age, its Neverland no one does). She hates him and he hates her. Simple. Anyways, in this story he calls her ‘bird’ and dreamshade is a poisonous plant. He also has a thing against Hook and Rumpelstiltskin. That’s pretty much it. Also, Pan is seriously evil and I mean it literally, he’s a villain in the show. There’s a bit of AU elements here which I made up but hey its my story, I do what I want. Anyways, please read!

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It’s raining……again, Renji concluded while looking up at the sky with his usual expressionless gaze; it always rained on that day.

He glanced at the pedestrians on the street either opening their umbrellas or enjoying a good shower in the rain; irrelevant and pathetic. What was so blissful about the rain anyway? Why did people enjoy it to begin with? Stupid, all of it was stupid and worthless and pathetic and –

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