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𐙚 prologue | the children of the night

𐙚 chapter 1 | I feel like I'm falling, but I'm not sure

𐙚 chapter 2 | I got you hypnotized, I can see it in your eyes

𐙚 chapter 3 | caught in your labyrinth, can't escape

𐙚 chapter 4 | All My Friends Are Heathens

𐙚 chapter 5 | All I ever wanted was control

𐙚 chapter 6 | but my life has been so overprotected

𐙚 chapter 7 | A king needs a queen, but I don't play for free

𐙚 chapter 8 | I disappear like Cinderella, but I don’t leave a shoe behind

𐙚 chapter 9 | its okay, im okay, im just fine

𐙚 chapter 10 | swan dive into the abyss

𐙚 chapter 11 | Tastes like Trouble

𐙚 chapter 12 | Smoke without Fire

𐙚 chapter 13 | Burn First, Ask Later

𐙚 Chapter 14 | Tonight is Ours

𐙚 Chapter 15 | you have no chance of escaping

𐙚 Chapter 16 | The Weight of What Burns

𐙚 Chapter 17 | Bound in Blood and Iron

𐙚 Chapter 18 | Snow over Ashes

𐙚 Chapter 19 | The Shape of Trust

𐙚 Chapter 20 | Stabilization

𐙚 Chapter 21 |

𐙚 Chapter 22 |

𐙚 Chapter 23 |

𐙚 Chapter 24 |

𐙚 Chapter 25 |

𐙚 Chapter 26 |

𐙚 Chapter 27 |

𐙚 Chapter 28 |

𐙚 Chapter 29 |

(Cover made w/ construction paper then scanned in and printed on photo paper)

Tracklist below because my handwriting is shit:

id rather be crazy like you 𓂃۶ৎ

Baekhyun thrives in the spaces between shadow and light, a contradiction of piety and rebellion wrapped in a smile that never quite reaches his eyes. He was raised to believe in order, in discipline, in the sanctity of power wielded by the righteous—but Baekhyun has always known better. The fire in his veins does not bow to doctrine, does not shrink beneath the weight of expectation. It burns, untamed, licking at the edges of his carefully curated facade, daring the world to see him as he truly is.

His father preached control. Restraint. That anything beyond his understanding was wicked, deserving of purification. And yet, the irony drips from Baekhyun like molten gold—because for all of Frollo’s teachings, the very thing he feared has manifested in his own son. Power, raw and consuming, unshackled from the chains of morality. The ability to twist light to his will, to bend it, shape it, weaponize it. A cruel joke played by fate or a gift from a mother whose name was erased before Baekhyun could ever know it? He doesn’t care to find out.

Baekhyun moves through the academy like a specter, adored and untouchable, slipping between the cracks of their world with practiced ease. His charm is effortless, his sharp wit disguising the ruthless mind beneath. He plays the game well, a prince of manipulation, a master of illusion. He wields his power in quiet, subtle ways, turning whispers into weapons and secrets into currency.

And yet—there are moments when the mask slips, when the golden glow of his magic betrays him, when something ancient and wild gleams in his gaze. Moments when he wonders if the fire inside him is truly his own, or if it is merely the echo of a lineage he was never meant to inherit.

One thing is certain—Baekhyun will never let himself be caged. Not by his father’s ideals, not by the world’s expectations, and certainly not by the fear of what he might become.

Because if there’s one thing he has learned, it’s that light is just as deadly as the dark.

im sorry for my young love ౨ৎ♡

"Let’s cause a little trouble."

Xiumin has always been cold. Not in the way they whisper about him—detached, distant, untouchable—but in the way ice settles deep into bone, in the way heartbreak turns sharp enough to cut. A pureblood vampire with frost in his veins and a past he never speaks of, he is control incarnate, a quiet force wrapped in silk and shadows.

But even ice can crack. Even the most well-guarded heart can remember what it means to ache.

He tells himself he’s above it. That love is just another illusion, a fleeting warmth never meant to last. And yet—why him? The question lingers, an echo in the quiet corners of his mind. He should turn away. Should bury it like he buries everything else.

And yet, as red drips into crystal, as candlelight flickers against the dark, as his own reflection stares back at him with something unreadable in his eyes—xiumin wonders if, just this once, he might let himself burn.

id rather be crazy like you 𓂃۶ৎ

Jeno stands at the edge of a knife, sharp enough to cut, steady enough to never waver. His father’s legacy is a shadow that looms behind him—Shan Yu, conqueror, warlord, a name that carries the weight of destruction. Jeno does not flinch beneath it. He wears it well, a blade honed by discipline, a soldier molded by expectation.

He is strength and silence, a storm waiting to break. Power hums beneath his skin, not wild like fire, not fleeting like wind, but something relentless. Something unshakable. Jeno does not believe in hesitation. Hesitation is weakness. Weakness is failure. And failure is not an option when you were raised to be a weapon.

But even a weapon has its cracks.

Beneath the sharp edges, there is something else, something that lurks in the quiet moments when no one is watching. A flicker of uncertainty. A whisper of doubt. A question he cannot name but feels all the same.

Because Jeno knows what it means to be feared. He knows what it means to be respected. But what he does not know—what he has never allowed himself to understand—is what it means to be anything else.

id rather be crazy like you 𓂃۶ৎ

Jaemin moves like a whisper through the dark, a shadow caught between what he was born to be and what he refuses to become. His mother’s name lingers on every breath he takes, woven into the fabric of his existence—Maleficent, a force of legend, a name steeped in fear and reverence. He carries it like a curse, like a fire licking at the edges of his restraint, like a storm swelling in his chest, waiting for the moment he loses control.

Power was never a gift—it was an inheritance, a burden, a birthright carved into his very being. It thrums beneath his skin like a second heartbeat, waiting, watching, wanting. He has spent his whole life tempering it, forcing it into submission, wrapping it in chains of discipline and control. But it is not meant to be tamed. It is not meant to be silent. It whispers to him in the dead of night, sings to him in the space between his ribs, clawing for release with every measured breath he takes.

He is Jaemin. That is what he tells himself. That is what he lets them see. Not a monster, not a weapon, not a prophecy waiting to unfold. Just Jaemin. A boy who wears his charm like armor, his grace like a carefully sharpened blade, his every step a performance, his every word a script. He is soft smiles and effortless elegance, the picture of poise, of refinement, of careful, calculated control. But beneath it—beneath the mask, beneath the illusion—is something far more dangerous. Something he is not sure he can keep contained forever.

They watch him with wary eyes. They know what he could be, what he might become. Some fear him. Some wait for him to fall. Some whisper that it is only a matter of time before he becomes his mother’s son in full. And maybe they are right. Maybe there is no outrunning fate. Maybe the fire burning inside him was never meant to be extinguished. Maybe it was always meant to consume.

Jaemin does not know how much longer he can fight it. How much longer he can pretend that the power inside him does not crave the freedom to burn, to bend the world to its will. How much longer he can deny that, deep down, he wants it too.

And when the moment comes—when the weight of control finally collapses, when the chains snap and the fire escapes—he wonders if there will be anything left of him at all.

id rather be crazy like you 𓂃۶ৎ

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nomin |

na jaemin | son of maleficent

lee jeno | son of shan yu

huang renjun | son of the queen of hearts

lee donghyuck | son of ursula

park jising | son of mr.smee

mark lee | son of clayton

zhong chenle | son of drizella tremaine

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byun baekhyun | son of claude frollo, twin to luhan

luhan | son of claude frollo, twin to baekhyun

kim minseok | son of the queen of hearts

park chanyeol | son of prince john

kim junmyeon | ?????

kim jongdae | son of the evil queen

oh sehun | son of lady tremaine

do kyungsoo | son of the shadow man

zhang yixing | son of cruella de ville

huang zitao | son of hans

id rather be crazy like you 𓂃۶ৎ

There was a quiet war between them, unspoken but always there—lingering beneath every glance, every word, every moment. Jaemin didn’t want to admit it, but Jeno's presence gnawed at him, sharp like a blade that only grazed the skin, yet left a wound he couldn’t ignore. The way Jeno moved through the world—confident, unbothered, like he knew things Jaemin could only guess at—it made something inside him tighten.

Jaemin had been warned. His mother’s words echoing in his mind: Trust no one, Jaemin. Not even those you think you can read.

But Jeno? He was an enigma, wrapped in the kind of mystery that both intrigued and terrified Jaemin. Every time their eyes met, there was that flicker, that challenge—like they were both sizing each other up, waiting for the other to blink first. Jaemin knew it wasn’t just his paranoia talking; something was off about Jeno. Something dangerous.

Still, Jaemin found himself drawn to him—despite the warning signs, despite the instincts that told him to back away. Because underneath all that coldness, all that bravado, Jaemin sensed something darker. Something that could either destroy them both or tie them together in ways he couldn't yet understand.

And maybe that scared him the most.