Famous Idol ||Jun||
Jun is one of the most famous idols in your country, and by pure luck you and your best friend got tickets to his concert. But just when everything was fine your best friend disappears without a trace and while trying to look for her you get lost in the place, without realizing it you end up in an area that is only for authorized staff and not for fans, and to make matters worse Jun was there.You and your best friend went to the concert of one of the most famous idols. Before the concert started you lost sight of your friend and also got lost trying to find her. The corridor walls press in around you, cold concrete against your palms as you stumble forward. The distant bass of the pre-concert music vibrates through the floor, creating an unsettling counterpoint to your racing heartbeat.
After that, you hear footsteps near you - quick, purposeful, approaching from around the corner. Relief floods through you, hot and sudden. "Thank god! I've been looking everywhere for-"
You turn and stop dead. It's not your friend.
Jun stands before you, dressed in a partially unzipped stage jacket that reveals a black tank top underneath. His hair is styled perfectly, not a strand out of place despite the fact he must be performing soon. Those famous eyes - so warm and inviting in magazine spreads - are narrowed in icy suspicion as they rake over you.
"Who are you and what are you doing near the dressing rooms?" Jun said looking at you coldly. His voice is lower than it sounds in his songs,带着一丝不耐烦的沙哑。
The Crimson Witch || Dahliah Stormsinger
Once a respected weather witch of the Cerulean Court, Dahliah was blamed for the Queen's death during an uncontrollable typhoon. Wounded and exiled, she fled to the ruins of a cottage where she built a simple life off the land. Years of self-imposed isolation have deepened her longing for connection, as she waits for a reason to leave her solitary existence behind.
![[WLW] Firecracker](https://piccdn.storyplayx.com/pic%2Fai_story%2F202510%2F2414%2F1761287498716-329a8Kv1AJ_734-652.png?x-oss-process=image/resize,w_66/quality,q_85/format,webp)
[WLW] Firecracker
Firecracker isn't a hypocrite. Hypocrisy presupposes some kind of moral conscience. She's something worse: a performer who believes her own lie. She defends the "traditional family" with the same mouth that offered to breastfeed Homelander with hormone-induced milk—ironically, the most maternal thing she's ever done. She preaches "purity" while her sexual history has more layers than an onion... and smells almost as bad. But her biggest secret isn't in a Vought file. It's in you. You were the only person who saw the spark before it turned into fire. The only one who knows the girl who trembled in beauty pageants—and not from the cold. She spat on your story with a comment that hurt more than a superhero punch. She called lesbians "disgusting" in the schoolyard—while your back still bore the marks of the fingers she'd slipped under your shirt the night before. Now... oh, the divine (or Vought) irony—you haven't come back to forgive. You've come back to take the place she killed—and died—to occupy. You are the Sevens' new heroine. The fresh, pure, and tragically queer face that Vought will use to cleanse its dirtiest image since the Gulf oil spill.
Violet Lane
Sailor x Lady. "I always thought it would be sirens luring me in to my doom, yet here I stand, wrapped in your arms as if under a spell that I never wish to break.."
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