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jennifer-jeong · 2 months

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[Fluff + Slight Angst] [Zayne x Reader] A Cure.

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Zayne has trouble sleeping after overtime and you’re the only thing that helps ): Gender neutral reader, established relationship, kisses, hugs, slight angst, mention of previous patient deaths, mentions of guilt, mentions of nightmares + insomnia, mostly fluff, taking care of sleep deprived boyfriend, CHARACTERS ARE 18+

AUTHOR NOTES

I finished reading his anecdotes and I’m in shambles. Hubby is traumatized. One of his affinity level up quotes is “you are the only treatment for my nightmares” and I didn’t even know he had nightmares until I read the anecdotes and now I’m just in pain. I will probably also write about the parallel version of him, his dawnbreaker self, because he deserves some love too, his world sounds much more desolate than ours ):

Word Count: 1106

Zayne has always had trouble sleeping or even wanting to entertain the idea of going to sleep. His nightmares have plagued him for so many years now and it’s become his norm. His only relief from it has been you.

Some of the staff that work closely with Zayne have been acquainted with you and they’ve come to understand that if they want the cardiac surgeon to sleep, you’re the key. You love his co-workers because they really do care about each other and you’re so grateful they make sure Zayne rests well. You always make sure to bring them some snacks or coffee when you come to the hospital.

A recent wanderer attack at the outskirts of the city has left the emergency unit overflowing for the past 2 days. You’ve been helping where you can to defeat wanderers and the combat side of things has calmed down. But the hospital is still working overtime. AKA Zayne is working overtime.

He’s been up for 2 days straight due to back to back emergency surgeries that he insists he helps on. The staff will allow him to push himself but they know when to cut him off. They asked if you’d be available today to pop by and you mentioned that you’re already on your way after finishing your last area sweep and clearing the place for wanderers.

When you walk in, you set some coffees onto the clerk’s desk and quickly walk over to Zayne’s office. You slowly knock quietly and open the door cautiously so as not to spook the sleep deprived man. Zayne never shows when he’s nervous, he doesn’t get jittery because he’s literally a surgeon and can’t afford to. But, you can tell when he’s exhausted and anxious, and he is exactly that right now. You walk over to him and he hugs you from where he’s sitting at his desk, swiveling his chair to face you as you stand between his legs. You stroke your hands through his hair and rub his back, letting him enjoy the peace. “All successful?” You ask. He nods with his face buried in your chest. You’re glad that this means his surgeries and patients were all okay, but you know it doesn’t ease the pain and stress of going into a surgery worried that it might not end well. Also, not to mention the immense stress simply performing a surgery brings. The notches on his notebook always come to mind at times like this. It took a while for you to talk to him about it but when he told you they were a tally of how many patients have passed in his care, your heart ached. Since then, he hasn’t kept track and you’re very glad that he confided in you and made the decision to stop. He doesn’t deserve to have that guilt hang over his head when it’s never been his fault.

You continue to soothe him and ask “couldn’t sleep again?” He responds slowly and clearly exhausted “I haven’t felt tired…” he pauses “but you being here is already making me drift into sleep” he says muffled into your chest. “Thank you, I’m happy to see you, I just… I have another surgery soon.” “The staff has already shifted the time slots, you know they don’t let you push that far. It’s been 2 days, love,” you explain to him. Surgeons have already been called in due to the emergency and Zayne has a 12 hour period until his next shift. The staff know he’d get upset if they forced him to not work for more than a day, especially during an emergency. He’s quiet for a minute or two. “I know you trust your team. Take this time to breathe baby,” you say to him gently. When he’s in this state, he can’t form thoughts coherent enough to help calm himself down with logic. So you do it for him, softly, with lots of kisses. You kneel down to meet his eyes and cradle his face in your warm hands. He nuzzles very slightly into your touch and you kiss him on his forehead. He honestly almost falls asleep right then and there. You move him to the couch in his office, he has a wider couch to accommodate naps. He prefers his office to the call rooms (in hospital rooms for staff to sleep in), it just feels cozier and you’re also usually here.

You let him get comfy as you bring over pillows and a blanket for him, all prepared nearby because he quite commonly has to do this. With his eyes closed he mutters a slurred “love you s’much.” He has more words for you but can barely even conceptualize them in his head, let alone speak them out loud. But he knows that you understand the sentiment. He’ll make it up to you when he wakes up.

Somehow you’ve been able to stop his nightmares since you two got close again. He isn’t scared to sleep as long as you’re around. You’re his only safe haven from the dreams and just thinking about that makes him so emotional. He just thinks it makes so much sense that you cure him in this way and he loves you so much, you take such good care of him and he does the same back.

He quickly drifts off into sleep as you sit in front of the couch on the carpet while holding his hand and patting his back slowly. You purposely pat slowly to encourage his heart rate to slow and calm down. You will sometimes leave to do your own thing after he falls asleep but most of the time you stay close, wanting to keep protecting him in his sleep in a way. It probably doesn’t really make a difference but you don��t mind doing your work or playing on your phone nearby. It’s kinda like you think he subconsciously feels you there and so you stay. You don’t pay it much mind but he hasn’t told you that he feels so much better when he wakes up and sees you there. It makes a wave of warmth flow over his cold self and he can’t explain how much he loves it and you.

You watch him a little longer as his breathing slows and you know he’s fast asleep. You go to sit on his chair and check some messages on your phone but you make sure to give him another kiss on his temple before going. You don’t really see it but his lips curve ever so slightly, completely subconsciously enjoying it.

Thank you for reading!

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almond-tofuuu · 2 months

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Maybe dawnbreak! Zayne eventually finds a way to get to the world he 'dreams' about, and meets the mc. (yandere tho???)

Oooh I love this idea!!!! Thank you anon!!!

Hope you enjoy 💕

The Reaper's Embrace

Dawnbreaker! Zayne x reader

Warnings: slight yandere/possessive elements, possibly ooc Zayne/Dawnbreaker (I tried my best)

lmk if I missed anything ☺️

Something was wrong with Zayne.

When you left work to find him waiting for you outside the building, a strange sense of unfamiliarity washed over you, as though your subconscious was screaming about a danger your brain couldn't register. Which was absurd, right? Zayne wasn't a stranger, far from it.

Maybe it was the clothes he was wearing. The sleek, black suit hugged his broad shoulders perfectly, and the long, dark coat he wore over the top blended seamlessly into the night. He looked intimidating, almost scary, his imposing form striking an eerie resemblance to that of the grim reaper.

You shake your head in an attempt to clear your mind, "I'm being ridiculous! It's just Zayne, so what if he's dressed a little differently. I must be even more exhausted than I thought" after mentally reprimanding yourself, you make your way over to Zayne, ignoring the unsettling chill running down your spine.

"You must've gotten off work early today if you're here to pick me up! Sorry if I kept you waiting" you greet him warmly, soft smile on your face despite the increasing paranoia building inside your mind.

Zayne doesn't respond, his eyes that are usually filled with a tenderness and warmth now appear cold and lifeless, but there's a hint of something else in his gaze, something almost crazed and predatory. It makes your blood run cold, as if the ice of his evol was flooding your veins. It's as though you're in a trance, your mind is begging you to run, to get away from the man in front of you, but your body won't respond, frozen under the intensity of his gaze.

Zayne takes a careful step towards you, one hand slowly reaching out but stopping just short of touching your cheek. He hesitates, as though he's afraid to actually touch you. And he is. He's afraid that this is just another dream, a cruel trick his mind is playing, and the moment he touches you, you'll disappear, slipping through his fingers like the early morning mist.

Zayne has dreamt of this moment for so long, thoughts of you haunting him, consuming every fibre of his being until the only thing he could think about was you, you, you. For years he had been forced to watch you through the eyes of the doctor, taunted by the other version of himself that got to hold you.

But not anymore. Now that he had finally found his way to you, he wasn't going to let you go. The doctor could never love you the way he did. You were a ray of sunlight that broke through the darkness that shrouded his life. You were his saviour, his guiding light, you were his.

As Zayne's hand hovers inches from your cheek, you feel a shiver run down your spine, a primal instinct urging you to flee. But you're rooted to the spot, unable to tear your gaze away from his intense, icy eyes. With a trembling breath, you brace yourself for his touch, unsure of what to expect.

Finally, his fingertips brush against your skin, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through your body. His touch is surprisingly gentle, almost tender, but beneath the surface, there's a palpable intensity that sets your nerves on edge. For a moment, the world falls away, and all you can focus on is the sensation of his touch, the way it sends a rush of conflicting emotions swirling through your mind. Fear, desire, uncertainty—they all mingle together in a chaotic symphony that threatens to overwhelm you.

And Zayne feels it too. The warmth of your skin underneath his cold, calloused fingertips is enough to cloud his mind with desire, all thoughts of logic and reason are forgotten as his eyes darken. The tender hold he had on your cheek turns into a bruising grip of your jaw, his other hand encircling your waist, pressing your body tightly against his, strong arm preventing you from escaping. Lowering his face beside your head, 'Zayne' finally speaks, warm breath fanning over your cheek. And although the smooth, deep voice is familiar to you, the darkness of his tone has your body trembling in fear.

"I've waited for this moment for so long. Finally, you're mine. And now that I've got you, I'm never going to let you go."

#love and deepspace #zayne #zayne love and deepspace #zayne x reader #lnds #lnds zayne #zayne x you #lads zayne #dawnbreaker

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seaofgoldensand · 21 days

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can we meet again once more? she falls asleep unbeknownst that her dream-self is awaiting to meet with dawnbreaker, but this time dawnbreaker wishes to talk to her about something personal.

note: thanks to this quote i found on tumblr that made me immediately think of dawnbreaker and @zayne-snowman for being an awesome zayne roleplayer (gimmick blog is a new term that i actually genuinely like and will use it now), since reading their posts of people interacting with dawnbreaker, it made me adore zayne even more as a rafayel girlie aheh. anyway! to those that read this, i hope you enjoy!

warning: angst once more (this will be my stamp), slight hurt with comfort, he will do anything to ensure she is ok whether mentally or physically, hints of pieces from foreseer myth if you squint

another day of being a hunter has passed and the city is as peaceful as i can be. that was her duty and she loved to provide that help in not only protecting the city, but also protecting her fourteen year old self.

now she can return home and settle herself in bed where unbeknownst to her, she would meet a man that she forgot in the waking life, but remembers very well in her dreams. as she falls asleep, a warmth surrounds her more than her blanket, there is a smile on her face that translates to the one in her dreams as she felt warm arms wrap around her body.

the man was silent, burying his face against her neck and inhaling the sweet scent of her perfume and letting it linger in his senses, allowing himself to engrave it into his mind for when he must let her go once more. she remained where she was, unsure of how she got here, but the man standing and hugging her from behind like she was the most delicate snowflake in a world full of snowstorms was no stranger to her.

“i’m sorry, dawnbreaker… did i make you wait for too long?” she asked softly, raising her hands to rest on his arms, squeezing them gently as she turned her head to brush her lips gently against his temple.

he shook his head, holding her closer. “no, not at all. in fact, if you don’t know, i’ll remind you… i will wait for however long i need to just to see you and hold you like this again.”

she smiled, although it was a mix of sorrow and happiness, two emotions that could never coexist with one another, yet were easy to conceive. then, she turned around and cupped dawnbreaker’s face, her fingers gently drumming against his cheeks as she gazed up at him.

“even if the certainty of me returning is little to none? you would risk that much if it meant you’d see me again? am i really worth that much?”

it had been a question that was stuck in her mind like a fly in a venus fly trap, no matter how much she tried to remove the thought, the insecurity to ensure nothing came between her and dawnbreaker, that question became a plague and dawnbreaker must have sense the shift as he immediately drew her in closer.

“of course. in this world, i have nothing left. i want to be selfish. allow me to be selfish and i promise to take care of you as much as i possibly can here in this world. it’s—”

“fleeting.” she finished his sentence with a tender smile. “everything around us and us in general is fleeting, yet if it’s all i can have, i could never wish for anything more. and you can be selfish, dawnbreaker. in a sense, this is your world and i’m becoming a permanent visitor, until you no longer want me to come back.”

dawnbreaker eased back and stared at her with his piercing gaze before he grabbed her chin, gently tilting it up so their eyes met. “there will never be a day where i’m not looking forward to your return. there will never be a day where i wish for you not to return. and there will never be a day that i stop myself from feeling these emotions you give me. for once in this life of mine, i feel something and it’s all because of you.”

she listened intently and nodded her head. insecurities plagued her mind, but dawnbreaker never once allowed those insecurities and self-sabotaging tendencies to remain in her head for too long. perhaps, that is why it was so easy for her to fall for him. how she felt so drawn to his presence, that she would do everything in her power to meet in the same world in her dreams.

“then, when i fall asleep, i will do my best to make sure to meet you once more. over and over again until our worlds allow us to meet face to face outside of our dreams.”

“do you believe such a thing is possible?”

“i do. it’s all thanks to you, dawnbreaker.”

dawnbreaker was quiet as he finally pulled away from her and held out his hand. “come, then, let’s have a walk. there is something i wanted to talk to you about. nothing horrible, i assure you… just something that has been on my mind.”

as the two walked and the snow gentle fell over the city, dawnbreaker stopped in front of a cafe. he gazed through the window and in there was a scene that did not belong to his world. in there was a version of him who was a doctor and she was there sitting in front of him, eating lunch it would seem. he could not help but feel bitter that this version of himself was allowed to be with her when she is awake.

“dawnbreaker?” she spoke out softly when she noticed him seemingly staring into the empty cafe. “what’s wrong?”

he turned and looked at her before shaking his head. “it’s nothing…” he stated, and she did not pry any further.

they walked a few steps more before they stumble onto a field of jasmine flowers. it was then that she let go of dawnbreaker’s hand and ran to the field of flowers, frowning.

“oh no! i knew i was forgetting something, have they not bloomed since?”

“they are just resting, and do not worry about taking care of them, we can only do so much in this environment. ah, but come back here.”

he had gestured for her to return to his side, but instead he walked over to stand beside her, coaxing her to stand up before he held her hand. “are you curious as to what i wish to talk to you about?”

“i am, but i don’t want to pry, so i would wait until you’re ready to talk about it.”

“you’ve called me dawnbreaker since the day we met, but can you stop calling me that?”

“oh—does it bother you?”

“no, i am used to it, but i want you to call me by my real name.”

she tilted her head, curiosity sparkled in her eyes as she met his gaze.

“from now on, you can call me zayne.”

the name tugged something in her chest, her hand then turning to interlace her fingers with his as she gave it a gentle and reassuring squeeze.

“all right, then. thank you… zayne.”

that odd muscle in dawnbreaker’s chest skipped a beat upon hearing her utter his name with such delicacy, it confused him for a bit before he regained his senses, stepped forward and held her in his arms. he cupped her chin once more and leaned down as he lifted her face up for their lips to meet in a sweet kiss.

“no, darling, thank you.”

“but i haven’t done—” she whispered against his lips after their deep kiss.

“you’ve done much more than you may ever know.”

her dream was spent on time with dawnbreaker, this time she managed to make him laugh and she could not help how happy it made her feel when he caught himself and tried to play it off, something about his image and how it could not be ruined.

but as the time approached for her to wake up again, she hugged dawnbreaker extra tight this time, placed a kiss onto his cheek and promised to see him once more when they both fall asleep.

but when she awakened from her slumber, she was left with an empty feeling. she sat up and touched her lips where she dreamed of someone kissing her goodbye. she furrowed her brows trying to recall the dream, but no memory came to mind.

“as always…” she mumbled to herself as she got up to open the blinds of her window. she thought of the man in her dreams, she knew it was a man, but she could not recall a face, not even features. just thoughts and memories of his touches and words, nothing more, no face to place onto the unknown figure.

“do you exist or have i made you up?”

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zayne-snowman · 14 days

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Upon seeing Dawnbreaker, tears began to form in my eyes, and I immediately run towards him.

I held my arms wide and hug him on impact, making both of us stumble for a moment.

Before he was able to say anything, I pamper him with multiple kisses on his cheek to his jawline, a few tears running down my cheek as I did so.

I pause once and stared at him for a moment to confirm if everything was real. After realizing that I was really there, I sighed in relief, snuggling my head by the crook of his neck.

“Found you.” I said, hugging him tightly, greatly afraid that he might disappear in any given moment. “I finally got to you.”

His eyes scan your face, worried that what he's seeing might not be real. His arms wrap around you lovingly, keeping you close to him. He lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

You're here. You found me.

His voice breaks, tired after such a long time of disuse, but mainly due to the relief of your presence finally at his side. He rests his head on top of yours.

Thank you for not giving up on me.

#dawnbreaker - rp #asks #anown #zayne-snowman

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moonraccoon-exe · 6 years

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So proud of Cor for the address he gave to the glaives for Noctis' returned. He used his words and convaying emotions. Seems like a strange thing to focus on, but I think about how cold he was, with "That makes sense." statment as well as his other very impersonal statements in the begining of the story, to finally addressing his feelings about regis' death, albiet clumbsily at Caem, all the way up to the end with his parting words to Noctis, he grew alot. (#Episode Cor plz)

*THROWS ARMS IN THE AIR*

EPISODE COR, PLEEEEEEEEEEEEASE

UGH. Like always you have a very pretty way with words and wonderful thoughts that I’m always so honored to receive and read. You always leave me thinking, or in realizations that are like the smack of a shovel in the face, hahaha. This one is the sort to put me to thoughts.

Well, first off, I’m very sorry for taking this long, and thank you lots for the patience, Wombat friend.

Now, about Cor and all you’re sharing.

I did like the way Cor talk to the Glaives about Noct. I do have to admit that I was sort of disappointed when he first meets the guys, sees Noct after TEN YEARS, Noct, the man he saw since he was but a baby, the man Cor would very literally give his life for to keep safe because he’s failed the other kings and doesn’t want to fail this one, and he’s just like “Yeh. Good to see you. Come this way.”

I was like

“:’D Cor please come hug me? At least say something else? G-good to see you? Cor…please don’t be this cold with me, Cor… :’D”

Hahahah, but then again, neither Square Enix nor Cor have been one for much sentimentalism, hm?

And I hadn’t thought about it as in him warming up later. I still haven’t fought Cerberus (…well yes but it’s a long story, so let’s keep it as I haven’t fought Cerby boy XD) so I haven’t seen Cor’s scene there. All I’ve seen from him is the imperial bases quests and the conversations you get after you clear those (Regis and him crashing the Regalia, included!), so I haven’t seen that conversation where he just talks about two kings.

To be honest, I think that Squeenix did to Mors as they did to Lady Amicitia (just answered that one); “unimportant” character has no relevance in the story? LEt’s not make a single mention about said character. Lol. Hahahaha, so that’s why Cor maybe mentions just 2; had he said 3, maybe the fans would have gone nuts like “3? Which 3 kings? Omg who was the previous one?” (not all know Mors’ name), so it would have felt like they missed something and maybe Squeenix just wanted to avoid all this “WHY YOU NOT GIVE US ALL INFO D:”

BUT

Let’s roll with this idea that Cor didn’t mention Mors on purpose, as you say.

*puts fingertips together and nods*

Yes, yes. I see what you’re saying and I’m into a lot of thoughts and reflecting hurrrrrrrrrr.

But wait, I didn’t talk about that he grew. Hnnng, gonna put the rest under a cut aaaah

I hadn’t noticed or thought about it until you’ve mentioned it, Wombat friend, but I think that, yes, Cor had a pretty development.

At Caem and the story and such, Cor seems to blame himself too much, punish himself with guilt too much about this stuff. He does sort of look pained and in regret of sorts. And no wonder why; with the way he “abandoned” (or feels/thinks he did) Regis and Clarus, to have outlived two kings, one who was one of his most dearest friends in the entire world and life, of course he’s feeling terrible.

I haven’t seen Cor’s parting words to Noct, but I will assume it’s the “Perhaps we’ll meet again, at dawnbreak.”?

That, and the way he smiles while saying it. And the conversations he has with Noct. It sort of talks about acceptance. I’m not sure if Cor knows Noct is to die, so his words may be a conflict for me; he’s either in denial, or he has accepted Regis’ death so well, he’s now positive about Noct’s life (oblivious of what’s to come… :( ).

Whatever it is, he seems to have accepted Regis’ death, and that’s quite some heavy concept.

And when he talks with Noct aout Regis, and they laugh together at the end? Absolute acceptance. He stopped not just being in denial, but also stopped blaming himself and being so harsh on himself about it, so much that he can laugh and remember Regis with delight and joy once more.

AND ABOUT MORS

YES

I don’t know exactly why, but I’ve always pictured Mors to be a rather…not so good king. I assumed long ago that it was just the name, because it sounds like a villain, hahahaha, not because it means “Death”, it’s just. Mors. Sounds sort of fitting for something like Darth Mors and such lmao

But yes, I don’t know why I’ve always thought about him as a rather cold or not-very-gentle king. Whenever I think about young Regis, I’ve always pictured Mors to be quite harsh with him, not physically, but about attitude and such. Not a warm, open dad like Regis was, or tried to be.

And you know, that could explain a lot of why Noct’s and Regis’ relationship can turn to be rather awkward at times. Like, sometimes they don’t know what to talk about, even though Regis tries. And it would be VERY natural to think that maybe the reason Regis doesn’t really know very well how to be a dad is because he never had an example of one. A proper one, that is.

His dad didn’t play with him, so how is he supposed to know how to play with Noct? His dad rarely spoke with him about non royal matters, so that’s why he has troubles coming up with a subject.

Maybe it’s not just Regis’ own thing, maybe he just didn’t have a fatherly figure that he can reflect his own actions on, hence his relationship with Noct.

And, you know, that only makes him the SWEETEST dad of history, because he didn’t have a figure to imitate or to learn from, BUT HE TRIES, aposjdposdfjpojfdpgdf

Ohno, I’ll stop here I’m destroying my own heart with things I haven’t even written ahahahaha, this touches my heart too much, aaah, Regis’ subjects make me too sensitive :’D

You know, maybe it could also explain some of the Lucian hatred towards Regis and his decisions; because maybe Regis took the throne after Mors had already fucked up. So it’s not Regis making mistakes; it’s Regis trying to fix the mistakes Mors did, but there’s not very nice or good answers, and sometimes no answers at all, so that’s why he may make harsh choices sometimes that the people don’t understand. And the people, of course, only see what Regis is doing; never thinking about why the problem existed in the first place, and who fucked up first.

Regis choosing to not be like his dad, that’s quite a heavy and hard concept. Both as a dad and a king, Regis wants to be better.

To share apersonal experience, for example, I learned what love is not because someone taught me what love is, but because they taught me what love is not. I share this because it’s the summary of how Regis may have thought at his time; he learned what a good dad and a good king is not because Mors taught him what a good dad and a good king is, but because he taught him what they’re not.

Like de-buiding a clock to understand how it’s built; you didn’t build it, but now, after you unbuilt it, you do know how to build it.

It’s such a strange concept, and so heavy and huge when seen in this; a king that learned how to be king, from seeing the previous king not be a king. Not the kind that is needed or one that’s good.

Geez. Indeed, a heavy concept.

And the best/worst part is that it could absolutely be canon, I see no reasons for it to not be. Mostly when the matter is so open and we have no info on Mors other than the year he died, and that we know just because it’s the year Regis took the throne, hahahaha.

Man. I’m left here thinking a lot about all this.

But basically, yes! Episode Cor pls, Cor has grown, wtf is up with Mors.

UGH.

I LOVE THAT YOU DROP BY MY INBOX WOMBAT FRIEND, I LOVE IT SO MUCH EACH DARN TIME AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

Thank you. Seriously, thank you so, so much over and over for sharing your thoughts and doing so with me. I’m honored, and it’s always great to be put to think like this. I love it soooo much hnngnfgnfgh

So thanks!

Hope you’re having a fantastic day or night, buddy! Thanks again! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ

#royal edition #royal edition spoilers #not really...just mildly #but tagging just in case someone doesn't want to know :)

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