Eurovision Song Contest - Blog Posts

Eurovision Masterlist

✭ - smut

♡ - fluff

➳ - angst

۵ - hurt/comfort

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Jan Rozmanowski/Jann

Gladiator - People find it hard to believe that Jan wrote Gladiator for you and his relationship with you, but once they look in the lyrics a bit better it all makes sense. [♡۵]

Perfection - Once Jan and you reveal your two years of relationship, you get hate comments and feel very insecure. However, Jan isn't having that. [♡۵]

So This Is Love - Jann noticed you randomly during one of his gigs. Eventually, you both realize that you will be competing in Eurovision as you start to date and experience the love you have for each other. [♡✭]

The Muse - Your next job was do design a new costume for a possible Eurovision star, but you never expected to fall in love with anything more than just his performance. [♡]

Pair Skating - Jan didn't have any problem with you switching to pair skating because of your injury... until he does. [♡]

Begging For It - dom!Jann smut [✭]

Birthday Surprises - On the day of your birthday, you just couldn't feel more loved. [♡]

Bojan Cvjetićanin

Ona - Bojan wrote this song about you and preformed it at one of the bands concerts for the first time. Through the song he started to spill his feelings for you for the first time after your breakup and you have a few thoughts. [➳]

would you ever write for kris <3

Hi! I can't believe that I finally found time to answer anon requests. I'm so sorry that I couldn't do it earlier, but I was so busy I practically didn't have any free time. But I'm happy to say that I will try to get around every request.

To answer your question, dear anon, I don't see why not! Sure, I would love to. If you still have an idea, feel free to send a request. Have a great day/night!🤗❤️

Ona | Bojan Cvjetićanin

Pairing: Bojan Cvjetićanin x reader

Summary: Bojan wrote this song about you and preformed it at one of the bands concerts for the first time. Through the song he started to spill his feelings for you for the first time after your breakup and you have a few thoughts.

Warning/s: possible grammar and spelling mistakes, mention of mental breakdown, maybe one curse word, bad breakup.

Author's note: Here is one for out golden retriever beautiful boy. I hope that you enjoy this one! Feel free to send in requests if you want me to make something specific with him. Oh and, btw, here is the translation for this amazing song. Your welcome. 😉

It was so bright out there, it started to hurt your eyes a little bit. You were standing somewhere in the middle of the crowd watching the love of your love. The love of your life... that you decided to let go because you felt like you weren't good enough.

You were attending yet another Joker Out's concert, but it felt different this time. Maybe because Bojan and you weren't together anymore.

Joker Out was here, in Croatia's capital city of Zagreb. This was the next stop for their concert. This is where the two of you met. Right here in Zagreb on a hot, sunny day in a crowded city. In your hometown. In the breathing country where you were born and raised in.

So here you were. In your hometown where Joker Out was performing. The first time that you heard that they will be performing in Zagreb, it felt like someone punched you in the stomach. But then you felt something different, you felt the need to see him again. Even if he doesn't take a notice in you as you stood in the middle of the crowd that was dancing and singing along. So you decided to go.

The moment that they stepped onto the stage you felt like you would cry. You missed them all so much. You somehow found the strength deep in your soul to look at Bojan. And so you did. He was just so gorgeous. He looked even better then when he did on the day that you left him (Lana Del Rey anyone? No? Okay...). He still had long hair, he was tall and just oh, so handsome. You noticed one thing however, his playful and mesmerizing, so radiant, smile or his playful smirk wasn't pressed onto his face like it always was. It worried you, truly. You watched as they got in their possession and as Bojan took the microphone.

"So... for the first song I will be singing something that hasn't been released just yet." He spoke in Serbian (it's actually very similar to Croatian, you know?) as he watched the crowd go wild with excitement as they claped and shouted and screamed with pure joy, with pure excitement.

"This song is also very special to me." He said, his voice was deep as he looked down in what seems to be sadness.

"It's about a very special person about who, I hate to admit it, I didn't get over and I don't think that I ever will." He paused for a moment so he could take a deep breath so he could continue to speak. "I met her right here, actually. In the beautiful Zagreb a year ago and I can honestly say that I fell for her harder then I ever did for anyone." The crowd was cheering, screaming, in excitement as Bojan introduced Joker Out's unrelated song.

"This one is for her." He said as the rest of the bend slowly started to play the chords. You felt your last bit of your breath leave your lungs as you felt tears pricking in your eyes, your vision getting blurry. You couldn't move. You couldn't breathe. You couldn't think.

But once he met your eyes deep in the crowd, where you stood, just as he started to sing, you felt like you were going to collapse.

Hodam opet njenom ulicom

Brutalno se vuče otkad nisam više s njom

Stanem ispod njenog prozora

Jedna njena senka da me spasi očaja

Bojan was walking around the dark cornered alley in the middle of the night. It must have been midnight by now. As he walked, he could see his breath in the cold of the Zagreb's winter, cold night. As he watched his breath become visible in the cold, dark night, he found himself pulling his dark coat closer to himself. It was truly a good attempt to keep himself from freezing.

Before he knew it, he found himself walking along the familiar road. The road that he walked along too many times to count, but right now, he was all alone. He looked up so he could be met face to face with the moon. It was shining so brightly in the middle of the dark night's sky. It was staring right at him, it seemed like it was mocking him. It was mocking his heartbreak and his loneliness. It was mocking him.

Suddenly, as Bojan looked down, he felt like the last breath was knocked out of his lungs. You were skipping along the frozen road, your steps quickly increasing as you went towards your apartment.

He felt like a staker, even though he wasn't one. He slowely started to go after you, something was pulling him towards you. That invisible pull was there again, just like it first appeared when he saw you for the first time.

After a while, you finally came into your apartment. You leaned against the window with a heavy sigh. Bojan could see you from the street and as he watched you he felt like he was suffocating.

Bojan loved you. You know what? Scratch that. He loves you. He longs for you. He wants you to be safe and as he watched you quitly from down below, he once again exposed his pain for the Croatian girl to the moon. To the moon, to the darkes and the cold winter in the middle of the street.

Nisam ni zaslužio da završimo uživo

Jedna poruka i via more

Snegovi u avgustu sad po meni padaju

Dok tebe sunce greje, mi amore

It felt like it was a good day. Truly. Bojan and you went out to get lunch and to explore the city. You were just hanging out together and it felt so good to do it. However, all good things have to come to an end.

Bojan didn't expect it at all. It struck him like a bolt of lightning. Out of nowhere, just when you think the day is going to be beautiful, and it hit hard. Really hard. In fact, it hit so hard it hurt.

"I'm sorry, Bojan. I really don't want to do this, but I think it's for the best if we break up."

That was it. Bojan could still remember those words echoing in his mind even though you never said them out loud. You told him this through text messages and maybe that's why it hurts even more than it would if you told him that to his face.

You loved him so much. You still love him so much that it hurts. Joker Out was starting to be a big band that has so much potential, and with that came so much more fame. You just didn't want to be in the way. You felt like you weren't good enough for him. You felt like he could do, and deserves, so much better than you. You were so happy with him, in fact, you were happier than you have ever been. But you didn't want to be in the way. So you made a hard choice.

Nobody could ever know, nobody could ever describe the pain, suffering and all that misery that you felt that day. That miserable feeling you felt when you pressed that little "send" button on your phone. As you watched the message being sent, you cried so much that it felt like you were going to collapse. After that you cut all of the contacts with him.

It was for his own good, that's what you told yourself. It's what you always told yourself as you broke down in the middle of your bedroom floor.

Znaj, bebo, znaj

Celu noć sam plakao zbog tebe

Taj osećaj

Da za mene živo ti se jebe

Ubija me

Bojan felt like a part of his soul was ripped away from his body as he read that message over and over again. He cried so much it started to hurt. He has never felt this way before. He hated to admit it, but he has never loved anyone as much as he loves you. It was intoxicating, but most of all it was painful and infuriating.

It lasted too long. Jan didn't know what to do anymore. Bojan just kept on crying, he was crying for so long, in fact, it was already dark outside. Jan was afraid that something was going to happen to him if he doesn't do something. And quick. It looked like Bojan wasn't breathing anymore. His broken soul didn't allow him to take a break, even just so he could breathe.

So Jan panicked and before he knew it, he was calling you up. He watched Bojan from the other room as the grip on his phone tightened. He found himself silently begging you to pick up your damn phone and answer him.

And so you did. After the millionth ring and after about two hundred messages later. You picked up the phone.

Jan told you everything. You were crying before he called you and it took everything in your power to not break down while being on the phone call with Bojan's band mate and your friend. You were practically kicking yourself for your decision, but there wasn't much that you could do.

From that day on, Jan tried everything in his power to get you two to at least meet. And for the first time, in a very long time, he succeeded. He managed to convince you to come to their concert.

In the city where you met.

Znaj, bebo, znaj

Celu noć sam plakao zbog tebe

Taj osećaj

Da za mene živo ti se jebe

Ubija me

Ubija me

As Bojan sang the last few chords of the song, he never broke the eye contact. You felt a few tears betraying you as they ran down your cheeks. Before you knew it, you found yourself whispering the words for which you barely found the strength to say.

"Celu noć si plakao zbog mene." You said, practically out of breath. It felt like you were kicked in your stomach as he continued to hold your gaze. You felt more tears as you found yourself repeating the words you just said.

"Celu noć si plakao zbog mene..." You couldn't do this to yourself anymore. You couldn't do this to him anymore. It was too much. The pain and suffering was getting out of hand.

You had to fix this.

I need more Jann x reader.

Like reader being fashion designer and u know they are talking and all and like each other.

Like write whatever you want just those things include pls

The Muse | Jan Rozmanowski/Jann

Pairing: Jan Rozmanowski/Jann x reader (fashion designer!reader)

Summary: Your next job was do design a new costume for a possible Eurovision star, but you never expected to fall in love with anything more than just his performance.

Warning/s: possible grammar and spelling mistakes, short fic

Author's note: This one was long overdue, but it's finally here. I'm sorry that it's too short, but I do hope that you like it! Enjoy!

You were surrounded by mess. But, just to humor yourself so you could feel a little bit better about your situation, you loved to call this kind of mess a "creative/organized mess". Like I said, it made you feel a little bit better. So now, as you looked around the room you were currently in, you couldn't help but to sigh in exhaustion.

You were answering phone calls and writing your ideas and drawing sketches for your newest designs. You were just so swarmed with work, you didn't even have time to go out sometimes. So yeah, you could say that your social life was nonexistent.

It didn't help you when your boss practically broke down the door as he barged in your office. He told you that he had a new job for you and at first you felt like you seriously wanted to murder yourself. You had enough stuff to do as it is and you were really hoping that nothing was going to pile on. Guess you were wrong.

But on the second thought, you didn't find your new task to be as bad as you thought that it would be once you finally found out what was going on. Your newest task/job was to design a special costume for a possible competition in Eurovision song contest 2023. You already got the person's measurements and you even got the pictures along with the measurements and everything else that you could possibly need.

Later that day, the moon was already hight up in the middle of the sky and it felt like it was there just so it could mock your tiredness from work. With another heavy sigh and a cup of coffee in your right hand you slouched down on your chair by your desk in the office. You placed the cup of coffee on the table and started to open your files. You opened the file about your newest costumer. More precisely, you were looking for the pictures your boss gave you along with the folder.

It was safe to say that it felt like your last breath was knocked out of your lungs. The guy for whom you were supposed to design the costume for Eurovision song contest was bloody handsome. No. That was too weak of the word to express his looks. He was gorgeous. Even that was barely enough. He was tall as heck and his eyes were so hypnotizing, it enchanted you. His hair was long, darker brown, and it was perfectly falling onto his shoulders. You flipped throw some of the pictures and you got an idea. The way that he was looking fight into the camera, it did something to you. It felt as if he was staring right into your soul. On that photo he was also wearing eyeliner and that's what gave you the idea. The dark, hypnotizing look with few drops of liquid eyeliner.

You quickly grabbed your pencil and your sketchbook, placing the photos and his measurements in front of you as you threw yourself into your work. You started to draw the mannequin first. Then you started to draw the design for the costume. You started out with plain leather jacket and leather jeans. You decided that everything should be black. After you had that, you started to think of the way to make it stand out.

And that's when you rememberd something. You could just use something silver. At first you thought about putting jewelry on the costume, but you didn't want it to stop there. You picked up your pencil once again after taking a few, well more than a few, laps around your office. You took your sketch book, too, and you started to draw silver chains all over the costume.

You looked out of your window as you drew the last line on the costume and noticed that sun was slowly rising. You quickly grabbed a mannequin and some fabric and chains, and basically everything that you needed as you continued to work on it. After two hours your work was finally done.

The next day you were on your way to the studio where Jan Rozmanowski was supposed to meet you and was supposed to try on the costume for the first time. You carried the costume out of your car after you paked it not that far away from the entrance of the studio. Then you started to walk in through the door. You took the first turn to the left, just like you were told to do and there he was in all his glory.

You thought that he looked even better in person and once his eyes found yours you felt like there was no air in the room for a few seconds.

"Hello." You greeted him, a little bit nervously. "My name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and I'm a fashion designer that had to design the clothes for your performance."

"Hi!" He greeted you cheerfully as he approached you to give you a hug, that took you a bit off guard, but you were happy to return the hug none the less. "So nice to meet you, I'm Jan Rozmanowski or just Jann."

After the introduction and everything, you gave him the costume so he could try it on. Luckily, it fit perfectly.

Over the time, you would come to his performance and you would talk after, but not just about the clothes or the performance or about that. You were talking about all the personal stuff. You were talking to each other like you knew each other forever. It was silly truly, but you felt like you were slowly but surely falling in love. You really liked him and you were hoping that somehow he liked you more than a friend, too.

Jan would buy you a bunch of your favorite flowers as a thank you for everything that you did to help him. He would call you to get coffee with him. He also always, no matter what, invited you to his every rihursal, every gig, every performance. And you were always there.

After he found out that he will be presenting Poland in Eurovision he got so excited that, as soon as he could, he jumped down from the stage and kissed you.

Soon enough you started to date. You were his inspiration and he was yours, too. You were deeply in love with your muse.

Thinking of making Bojan Cvjetićanin fic!

I might actually have an idea for it right now, too. But I don't know if anyone would be interested. I might just try to write one for fun, plus I practically don't see any and we can't have that.

Perfection | Jan Rozmanowski/Jan

Pairing: Jan Rozmanowski/Jann x plus size!reader

Summary: Once Jan and you reveal your two years of relationship, you get hate comments and feel very insecure. However, Jan isn't having that.

Warning/s: mentions of hate comments, crying, mental breakdown, insecurity and just fluff, possible grammar and spelling mistakes (I'm sorry)

Author's note: So I kind of fucked up. This was the request. That I, somehow, accidentally deleted after I wrote it. So I'm so sorry about it. Anyhow, thank you so much for a beautiful request, darling! I am so sorry if I didn't live up to the expectations. I know this one is very short and I'm so sorry for it. I do hope that you will enjoy this. Thank you and have a nice day/night, too!❤️

You truly felt like shit. Of course, it wasn't the first time. It happens to everyone through life, but right now... you were feeling as shitty as it can possibly get.

Jan and you started dating two years ago after meeting randomly at your favorite caffe place that somehow ended up being his favorite caffe place, too. It was safe to say that you immediately kicked. You had the same taste in music, in drinks, you both loved to do pretty much same stuff and you truly felt happy that you met him. At first you were just friends, but it quickly became something else.

You realized that you loved him a few days after he did. The moment he realized, he came in barging into your apartment with a bouquet of flowers and a love confession. It was so cliché, but you loved every possible second of it. Sometimes, even now, you liked to tease him about how cheesy and cliché it was just so you could make him blush as he starts to deny it all.

Jan and you wanted to keep your relationship privet of a little while. You enjoyed the privacy. You enjoyed the secrecy. You loved it, in fact. But after a while, you decided that it was probably time to tell everyone because, after a while, after two years, you got tired of seeking around every time you went out while worrying if somebody was going to see you or not. So Jan and you decided to post about it.

So here you were now. Crying in your room after reading a bunch of hate comments that just made you more insecure about yourself. You knew that the comments shouldn't be getting to you as much as they did, but somehow it still bugged you so much. You got very upset. However, telling Jan about it was out of the question for you because you didn't want him to think that you were being just overly sensitive and just plainly, unnecessarily dramatic.

However, you could just go ahead and kiss that decision of your goodbye. You were so upset, so deep in your mental breakdown that you didn't hear the door open. You didn't hear him calling your name. You didn't even hear him opening the door of your room until you felt a pair of familiar arms wrapping around you.

You got startled a little bit, but soon kind of relaxed knowing that it was Jan who was hugging you.

He was drowning you in questions about what happened, but you didn't answer him for a while. So instead he just let you cry your eyes out as he held you until you told him what happened.

"I don't want to hear you talk about yourself in that way!" He was telling you as he held you, showering you in love and affection. "You are the most beautiful, gorgeous person in the whole wide world. So don't let anyone convince you otherwise. You are my person. I want to share all the good and the bad stuff, I want to share the tears and the joy of life with you. I want to have a future with you because I simply can't see one without you in it. You are perfect. You are perfect for me. Don't tell yourself otherwise. Don't let anyone convince you otherwise."

After that painful night, Jan posted a post on Instagram saying how important you are to him and how much he loved you and didn't care about the haters because if they hated you it meant that they hated him, too.

The hate was still there, but it was toned down a notch. But it didn't matter to you anymore. You were in love and you were perfect for each other. That's the only thing that truly matters.

Gladiator | Jan Rozmanowski/Jann

Pairing: Jan Rozmanowski/Jann x reader (figure skater!reader)

Summary: People find it hard to believe that Jan wrote Gladiator for you and his relationship with you, but once they look in the lyrics a bit better it all makes sense.

Warning/s: swearing (twice, maybe three times), impaled smut, but not in detail, stress and pressure, possible grammar and spelling mistakes, but I really hope you will enjoy this one

Author's note: I didn't see any Jann imagines on here and we CAN NOT and WILL NOT have that... so I made one. I also kind of got inspired by the queen herself, Alexandra Trusova. Enjoy! (Requests are open)

Welcome to the party, say hi to everybody

Paid for by Martini, but they're sippin' on Bacardi

Body's more than just a flesh, you can sell it for success

What's your price what's your address? We can finish at my place

Sometimes it can get really hard. You were a famous figure skater and it meant that you had to give up a lot. Like a lot. You could make some friends, sure, but it will never last. Figure skating is truly a very competitive sport and it would mean that you had to go up against your friends most of the time. So yeah, it never ends well. One always gets hurt and, as selfish as this may sound, you always had to make sure that you wouldn't be the one to get hurt.

You kind of lost all of the interest about the party that you were attending right now. You just felt so tired from the late practice last night that you felt like you could easily doze off right here. You found yourself leaning against the bar corner as you drank the last drop of your Bacardi, even tho you paid for a Martini. However, when the bartender brought you the wrong drink you didn't want to be one of those people so you didn't tell him anything. Plus you really couldn't care less as long as you get a little alcohol in your system to try and wash away all of the shit that was currently going on. The preparations for the World Championship was truly killing you, eating you outside out.

As you ordered yourself a new round of Bacardi, you noticed the guy standing next to you.

You didn't really know what was it. The alcohol? Your fucked out drunk as fuck brain? Or perhaps it was the tiredness from the bone crushing training with zero percent of sleep? In any case, whatever it was, you noticed one thing. The guy was drop dead gorgeous, it surprised you that he was alone nursing a bunch of Margaritas. His hair was dirty blonde, almost brown. His eyes looked so tired, but they still held a beautiful kind of joy. He looked so tired, too. You noticed the way he was lightly gripping at the glass that he was probably a bit drunk, too. You also noticed that he was so freakishly tall. It all confused you. You thought that it was ridiculous. How can somebody be so bloody drop dead gorgeous?

Maybe it was alcohol after all because you suddenly got a wave of self encouragement and you found yourself slowly stepping towards him. Something was simply pulling you towards him. You simply felt like you need to get to know him. It surprised you. You weren't usually the one to step forward, it flooded you with nervousness. Plus, considering your occupation, you didn't really have much time to get yourself a boyfriend, but it felt like it would be nice. All you had to do entire day was wake up, eat if you have time, practice, quick break, more practice, shower, rihurse, eat, sleep. On Fridays you allowed yourself to get drunk just enough so you could forget it all, but you thought that it would be nice. You know?

To have someone who is not putting even more pressure on you, to always be there for you, no matter what. To encourage you, to be there for you, to cheer you on, to make you happy. Somebody who will be proud of you no matter what. Someone who will be there when the pressure and the expectations get to much. When you break down. Someone to hold you. To see you as you. To love you. And, weirdly enough, you felt this towards that unknown guy you just saw, but you didn't now that he was actually looking at you the entire night. Watching you drowning yourself in a drink that you didn't even order, but were to nice to say anything to the bartender. He was watching you perform for a bit, too. He found you very talented. Very gorgeous.

However, before you could make a few steps towards him, from the spot in which you were standing in, you were suddenly swarmed with the crowd.

It lasted long enough it seems like, you thought to yourself. It was just a matter of time before somebody would approach you. In the corner of your eye, you saw him smirking at you, his face saying "amusement". Your eyes met and he got up, to your surprise. People around you were yelling, dancing, drinking, the crowd stared to make small talk, but your eyes were still just on him. He knew it, too. He stopped walking when he reached the end of the crowd. Your eyes filled with realization and a bit of amusement. Once you finally said hello to everybody, you will reach the one you want to get to know the most right now. And so you started with the talk.

After a long while, you felt like you got hit by a truck. You were still talking, still drinking, still faking. Just as the last person finally went away and the last photo got taken, at that moment approached you the person you wanted the most. He ordered himself and you a Martini and you got to chit-chat.

"I must say." He began as the bartender placed two Martinis in front of you. "I feel so honored that you found time to talk to me."

"Yeah, sorry about that." You suddenly your cheeks felt hot and you realized that you were blushing.

"No, it's good. But I must say you look even more gorgeous when you blush." He gave you his signature smirk as he took another sip of his Martini. At that, you felt like your face was red as a tomato.

"By the way, I saw your performance in Amsterdam three days ago." He said and you couldn't help but to look up at him in surprise. God he was so tall. "Those two flips that you did... I can see that you are very skilled." He gave you another compliment as he took another sip of his Martini. You felt so honored, he had seen you perform, he thinks your skilled. Somehow it felt like a big commitment. Somehow, someway, his opinion mattered to you.

"Really?" You started, suddenly feeling very bold. "I thought that the part where I did that Cantilever was gonna be your favorite."

"Oh, trust me it is." He gave you a wink as he continued to talk. "It looked really good, darling." He said, his Polish accent coming on strong.

"Well, what can I say. It had to be good. However, sometimes, the body is more than just a flesh, but in many things you can sell it for success." You winked back at him as you said that. "But you have to have some talent, too."

Both him and you knew one thing, though. If you continued to drink as much as you do right now and talk the way you were talking right now, you will probably end up finishing this conversation at his place.

Ever been to Bali? I really need some sun

Such a shame 'bout that tsunami, I'll have to go to Cali

I can get you dressed, wrap your body in excess

Give them something to obsess over

It felt so good. You were talking about everything and about nothing. He told you that he wanted to visit an island called Bali, but a day before his flight he saw the news about the island being hit by a tsunami so he decided to go to Cali. He also told you that he was a professional song writer and a singer and that he wanted to make another song, but didn't really have an inspiration.

You were telling him about the struggle of your sport and that you felt like all of the weight of the expectations were slowly, but surely crushing down on you. But you also told him about the fun part of your job, the costumes, the song and choreography choice. You enjoyed that, he could tell so, too. From the way that you were talking about it, he felt like he could listen forever.

"My coach is putting so much pressure on me. It gets to much, sometimes. Like I'm not famous enough. It gets on my nerves so much sometimes. I can't even go to a grocery store, most of the time somebody will recognize me!"

You complained and he listened. He listened and gave his opinion and you knew that he felt the same and it hurt so much. You felt like you had fallen in love, it was ridiculous. But at the same time it wasn't.

After a while he pulled you towards the middle of the dance floor. You were laughing and dancing and singing along. You didn't feel this relaxed and this happy for a long time. It felt like drugs. You just couldn't get enough and you never wanted it to stop.

Jan placed his arms around your waist as you danced and just had fun. You pulled each other closer as you danced. You could smell his cologne as you hid your face in his neck. He smelled like the finest air, alcohol and cigarettes. It was a weird combination, but it was so comforting, you felt like you could only breathe that astonishing smell for the rest of your life. Pretty soon, you tangled your hands in his hair as he played with the edge of your dress.

"They are taking photos of us." You found yourself whispering in his ear. You could practically feel the smirk he directed to you.

"It's fine." Jan laughed a bit, amused. "A figure skater and a singer. That'll give them something to obsess over."

You'll love it when I give it to you, leave you wanting more

I know your addiction's attention, let's start a show

Is it everything and more than you were hoping for?

Show us something we ain't never seen before

Jan and you were dating for two months now, and you had to admit that it was the best relationship that you were ever in. It went so much better than you thought it would. He was your number 1 supporter and you were his. He came to your every performance just like you came to every gig he had. You were always cheering him on just like he always cheered you on.

You just got off the practice, you were supposed to have a few days off and you couldn't wait to go away. You couldn't wait to leave rehearsals for a while, to leave your coach for a while, to leave the public eye for a while. You just couldn't wait to go get out of the building and crash at Jan's place. As you got out of the rehearsal, the first person you saw was your gorgeous boyfriend.

The moment he saw you he gave you your water bottle and despite your protests took your bag and slang it over his shoulder. He put his arm around you and led you to the car as you drank your water. You couldn't wait to get to his house. And, boy, it was worth the wait.

The moment you walked in he had you pressed against the wall, kissing you passionately. You tangled your hands in his gorgeous hair as he mumbled "jump" against your mouth. You did just that. Jan's arms wrapped around your legs as he walked upstairs towards the bedroom.

He gently placed you down, his lips never in the wildest dreams leaving your lips. Jam continued to kiss you as both of you slowly got rid of your clothes. After you were both pressed against each other, skin to skin, he pulled away for a short while.

"You'll love it when I give it to you. I'll leave you wanting more." And that wasn't a threat, it was a promise.

Smash your competition, baby

Show us some good entertainment

Victory's your only payment

Gladiator, gladiator

You were so bloody nervous, you felt like you were about to throw up or explode or something. You were messing around with the end of the red costume you were wearing, a white jacket was slung over your shoulders to protect the costume.

Jan immediately noticed what was wrong and quickly brought you into a hug. He didn't say anything for a while, he was just slowly rocking you back and forth in his arms.

Jan felt you tighten your arms around him. You felt like crying. He knew it. He pulled you even closer, afraid that you would disappear or that a messy cloud of fear and anxiety that was hanging above your head would cover you completely. The smell of his cologne calmed you down a little bit, but you still felt like you would much rather just crowl into a hole and die.

"You can do this." Jan pulled away as he placed both of his hands on each side of your face. "You can land 5 quads, you can win the World Championship. I know you can." It seemed like his words of encouragement did little to settle down the nervous pit that was constantly, slowly, painfully growing inside of your stomach.

"But, what if I-?"

"Even if you don't." He gave you a look. "Even if you don't it will still be like you did. For me you did. For your whole country, for your family, for your friends it will be like you won."

You nodded your head slowly, nervousness calming down a little bit. He slowely copied your action and nodded his head, too. You gave him a smile, a silent "thank you" for slicing that into you.

"Now go out there and show them something they have never seen before." He said and you pulled him in a quick kiss before your coach called you.

"Thank you, Jan." You whispered before you left. Jan smiled as he watched you go, shining with pride as he walked away to get to his seat.

Welcome to the party, I know it's kinda funny

That everyone is acting like they know you personally

Just play along, be nice and all

You won't get far being on your own

Your makeup was a bit ruined, but it didn't matter because you did it! Everything that you were working on your whole life had come true. You won the World Championship and you made history by landing 5 quads.

You grabbed your trophy and took pictures with the girls who got 2nd and 3rd place. But there was this bubbling excitement in your chest. You just couldn't wait to get off of the platform and to celebrate your victory with the person who supported you the most. Jan.

The moment that you saw each other, you ran to one another and Jan lifted you from the ground as he kept spinning you around.

"I'm so proud of you, baby!" He said as he attacked you with kisses. "My world champion!"

Later on you walked into a celebration party. Everyone was chatting with you, congratulations were shot at you from miles away and everyone was talking to you like they truly know you. After a while, you called it quits and left with one arm wrapped around your trophy and with other arm wrapped around your greatest treasure.

"I find it kind of funny, you know." Jan spoke up as you walked towards the car with you. "Everyone was talking to us like they knew every single thing about us."

"I know. But you know what?" You tightened your arm around him as you gave him a light, tired smile. "You really should always be kind to everyone. On this world you can't do it all on your own. So thank you, Jan. For your support."

"Baby, you are my greatest prise."

Two robbed kings who won public vote but were screwed over by the juries this year

I lied. I may have Cooked.

EURO. FLASH ~Poison and Cake~

Plot: In the Years between 2001 and 2002, Video game developer and Artistic Designer, Mona Lainus, and her assistant, Bill Collins; one being a Thirty four-year-old and the other being a Forty five-year-old former police officer and current designer/ programmer for the Small but Obscure Company; Classified Record Archives. However, Due to Mona's addiction to abusing Substances, such as taking high doses of prescribed Antidepressants, The Secreted Project Known as ‘Euro dot SWF’, An indie Video game taking inspiration from Mario Bros, Sonic the Hedgehog, and some old cartoons such as SteamBoat Willie, was delayed and put on hiatus. Till then, They Still managed to create only a Full Demo beta version Of a Game that was only for Europeans, A Game Called 'Europa: confession’, A RPG-STYLE game in a 2D format that was Later Changed into a 3D format that offered the Player a chance to gain Different Styles of a good & bad ending or an ‘okay-middle/in-between’ ending with Different routes to each Character. The game was put in place to launch in the middle of March, on a Wednesday afternoon of 2002 but was Put on Hiatus again Due to an incident where Lainus was arrested and put into custody because of a Drunk driving Crash that happened in the countryside of a small town in Wisconsin.

This idea may be stupid but I think I cooked a banger

But just imagine someone making an Analog Horror with Eurovision but it becoming a Video Game that was in the Beta Development stage

Hymns of Death

Pre- investigation

Before Apson could ask a question to Hiru, he heard a horrified scream coming from inside the cafe. The group ran in to find Joost backing away terrified as he hid behind the dark brunet. Jere and Marko covered their mouths as they glanced down before the light blond ran off to the plant to vomit behind it. Slimane stood there, feeling the color draining from his body.

"Oh, my god," Vasil felt his body trembling. "N-No way..!"

Apson couldn't help but glance down at the body. Her golden dress was scruffed and her headpiece was scattered next to the double doors. Her ring appeared to be stolen but what caught his attention was that there was a small silver chain necklace in her dark brown hair but also a red glove next to her body.

"Oh god," Salena whispered to herself, her hands covered her mouth. "Besa's dead."

Everyone present in the room fell silent as they stared down at the lifeless body. Apson and Joost stood there in shock as they glanced at the body, Klein felt sick to his stomach as he sniffled and bit his thumb. "I can't believe this, how could this happen?"

"Whoever did this," Bambie struggled with their words, squeezing their arms tightly while Nemo consoled them. "Is a fucking sicko."

"Is there a chance that we could, you know, do a funeral?" Ferman suggested, raising his hand.

"Is that even possible?" Tom asked, sighing as he shook his head. "Without alarming security, I think it's going to be a no, bud."

Apson stopped as he observed the room, noting that Joost was consoling Marko who was twisting his cat bracelet to distract himself from the situation. Bojan and Jere were talking to one another as they tried to piece together why this would happen so early. Isaak and Slimane were asking others if they knew what had happened to understand.

Apson knew that he and Joost needed to investigate.

The Dutchman turned around and found Hiru as he pulled the suspect into the cafe, her eyes watered as she whined while struggling to be freed From the right grasp. Everyone stopped as they found them, shock struck them cold.

"Hiru, w-what are you doing?!" Apson asked them angrily.

"Come now...Apson," Hiru smiled sinisterly. "Let me show you how the game works.."

Two people got up, slamming their hands on the table. "You goddamn psycho! Let her go now!" Teya rebelled as she had Luke to back her up. "You got the WRONG person!" He shouted.

"Seriously? Are we doing this? Come on, we are smarter than that!" Damiano groaned and shook his head.

Conchita tried to calm the room down. "Everyone settle down, fighting isn't the solution."

"Apson, let's go. Now." Hiru demanded.

The dark-haired bit his cheek and shook his head. "No."

"Eh?"

"This isn't going to work! We can't sacrifice our friends like this, I don't want to torture them!" Joost refused as he yelled out, his shaky breath turned into tears as he sat down against the chair, biting his fingernails.

Kaarjia shook his head. "You think we should trust them? They could be a part of this whole thing!"

"Finally! Someone gets it!" Teemu exclaimed. "I'm not rude, I just don't trust them!"

Hiru smirked as they threw Salena to the floor and rushed to Jere. "You think I'm the culprit?"

"With that look, you could be!"

Isaak covered his mouth and shook his head. "Salena couldn't possibly do this! She is not that kind of person! It must be you!"

"Oh please, please, save your tears for when the TRUE criminal gets what they deserve for this slaughter! I'm not the one you should fear..Salena should be.."

"WHAT?!" The woman shook her head, sobbing frantically as she rushed to Apson. "I'm innocent! Please just listen to me!"

"Why should you trust her? That criminal slaughtered Besa in cold blood!"

Harun got up, slamming his hands on the table as he stared coldly at Hiru. "Without any proper evidence, you have no say to blame her for this crime and I believe with a fair trial, we can say who has committed this crime."

Slimane closed his eyes and sighed. "If this person is speaking the truth..then should we turn her in?"

All fell silent as they stared at Salena and then at Toge before hearing hands slamming down at the table. "No!"

Everyone turned and saw a distraught Marko, angrily staring at Hiru. "We cannot end it here!" Marko rebutted, and Nemo stood behind him. "You guys have no evidence! No proof that Salena did this! What if that person is lying to frame it on her?!"

"I agree! Salena deserves a fair trial!" They shouted.

"A..fair trial?!" Hiru scowled, glaring at everyone sourly before rushing towards Jeangu and shaking him aggressively. "You all speak of nonsense! A trial means that one error could cause her to get away from it!"

"But a fair trial could solve the problem and give Besa proper justice!" The Surinamese folded his arms in retaliation against Hiru's offer. "With no trial, it'd be pointless!"

"Besides are you forgetting about Innocent before proven guilty," Michał cautiously glanced around the room. "Pretty sure that's, like, common knowledge."

"To some, it is," Loreen chimed in, folding her arms. "But it's best that we should have Salena be innocent until we can prove that she is innocent or guilty."

Hiru glared at everyone before turning around, noticing that the Finnish was helping Salena up which made them shove Jere aside as they snatched Salena's arm and dragged her to the auditorium room by her arm.

"Damnit, go stop them," Jeangu shouted. "Before they make it worse!"

Apson, as well as the others immediately ran towards where the duo was going. Joost tried to stop the person but couldn't because he couldn't make it to the door in time, he ran into the double doors just as Hiru closed them.

"That motherfucker!" Jere opened the doors and led the others to find Hiru glaring at the projector. "Don't you dare lay a hand on her!"

"Kakaka..you don't understand it," Hiru glared down at the group. "This is The Game, you have to follow the rules."

"But we can't officially start if the whole group isn't here! We still have time for a fair investigation—!" Marko was interrupted by the projector starting up as Hiru laughed frantically.

"Well now, idiot, if we don't have the Vote now then THE culprit will kill their next victim..and here's your murder!" The mysterious stranger pulled Salena by her arm before slamming her on the ground.

The group felt uneasy by them as they turned around to find the double doors blocked off, No escape was possible. The screen opened up to the purple cat sitting on the high throne-like chair. Joost shivered as Apson had him close to his side as he approached the screen with a stern look on his face.

"I see..you may want to start the 'voting' section?" The narrator asked before the cat pressed the button. "Well now..let the vote begin now!"

The group stopped as the floor opened up, letting two tablets show up, and turned on to find a white screen appearing with a choice of three buttons; red, blue, or green. Hiru smirked as they started to think about the options on the screen.

"No, don't you dare! You cannot pin any of this onto her!" Jere argued aggressively as he slowly walked up to the figure.

"Kakaka.." Hiru laughed, as they turned to glare at Jere before selecting the green button and submitting it.

Salena's eyes widened as she began to walk backward in fear of being punished wrongfully. Joost, fearing for her, held her tightly. Apson started sprinting towards Hiru before they could choose any more choices on the screen.

"Hiru! You're wasting your time!" He yelled out. "How do you know that this is her fault?! Your evidence could be fabricated!"

"I'm a liar, Apson?" They smiled before slowly choosing the green button again.

"No!"

Before Apson could undo it, the tablets went back into the ground, closing the floorboards as the projector screen changed to the purple cat shuffling the cards in a bowl. The group stood there in fear as Salena continued sobbing frantically Hiru stood there with a satisfied smirk on their face.

"We have a winner, everyone!" The narrator called out as the cat pulled up a card. "And the winner is.."

The card was set down on the table as the camera moved down and watched the card flipped to reveal none other than—

"NO ONE!"

Hiru was shocked and appalled by the showing of an empty card. Apson's eyes widened before they were relaxed as the purple cat began laughing hysterically, the cartoon showed tears spilling out while it laughed. "What?! No! I-I thought I picked—!"

"You think that you could execute someone that quick?" The Narrator scoffed before showing the Cat shaking its head disapprovingly. "It's not that easy! A trial must be held before we can choose a suspect and call them a blackened or a culprit."

"See, kusipää?!" Jere yelled angrily. "We told you so!"

Hiru stared blankly at the projector before it turned off and let the lights go back on, which made them stare down at Salena before turning to glare at the group and running off. Jere sighed angrily before walking up to the woman and helping her up, consoling her.

Joost walked up to his childhood friend and put his hand on his shoulder. "Apson does that mean—"

"Joost, you and I need to investigate this."

"But we aren't professional detectives! What if we get things wrong?"

"Joost as long as we ask the right questions and look at things thoroughly," Apson turned to face him. "We can solve this case and help Salena in the best way for her to survive."

Klein hesitated before sighing and glancing around, noticing the disarray of Salena as she cried in her hands with Silvester and Jere next to her, trying to console her. The blond looked back at Apson and smiled with confidence, beaming. "Alright, I'll do my best to be a good detective, what's the best place to find clues first?"

Apson smiled softly. "That's the spirit, Joost. Let's get started on this investigation."

Investigate.

- HALLWAY -

As the duo walked out of the gym, they were met with the same bloody handprint that slid to the cafe and the same piece of white fabric. Could it be Salena's? She did have a white fabric in her hand as well.

"Apson," Joost kneeled looking down, noticing a black roughened bag next to the white fabric. "Was there a black bag before we went into the cafe?"

"A blackbag? No, why?" Mussa walked over to the blond, his attention was on the bag. He picked it up and observed it closely.

"If we didn't see it before, could it be that...someone dropped it on their way to someplace? Like the gym?"

"Maybe someone stole this, had it on them for a while, before running out of the cafeteria—" The Dutchman stopped as he opened it, finding a camera inside. "Wait."

"Oh! A camera, I figured it'd be harder considering that most culprits would hide it somewhere like their room or in a public bathroom. I don't know why but I heard it somewhere in a newspaper or heard it on TV." Joost shrugged as he turned and tilted his head curiously.

Apson's eyes widened as he turned on the camera, examining it before going into the gallery and looking through it. With further inspection, he found out that it was used recently, the photos were of Besa. A final few moments before her killer attacks her. What caught his eye was the hand in the third photo, the same red fingerless glove with those red nails. "Joost?"

"Hm?" the blond walked over, looking down at the same photo.

"Did you notice something off with Salena's appearance?"

The blond thought for a second before his eyes lit up. "She does love wearing white and red, and she has these cool red nails—"

"She had two gloves, right?"

"Yeah, she did? Wait, she had one on her..left hand, I think."

"Then, do you believe that Salena could've done this?"

"No, did you even pay attention to how Hiru was acting? They acted like a total nutcase," Joost argued, folding his arms as he sighed. "Then again, if it was her doing, then we should ask some of the others to see if they saw anything from Salena or Hiru!"

"Exactly, this could mislead us to convict Salena. We just need more information and evidence," Apson nodded. "Let's go ask some people, okay?"

"Alright! Lead the way!"

- CAFE -

"You didn't see..anything?" Apson asked the two girls in front of him who sat down at the table.

Olga, Yulia, and Lena shook their heads and went back to talking with each other. Apson sighed and shook his head before going to speak with Isaak and Slimane before seeing a woman walking up to him in concern. "Uhm, excuse me..are you a detective?"

"Yeah, why? Do you have any tips?" Apson turned to find her playing with her parasol.

"A couple! If you don't mind!" She glanced down before glancing at him again. "I'm Jamie-lee, and if you need to know, I saw someone coming out of the...kitchen—No wait! The Disposal room!"

Disposal room? Apson thought before hearing her speak again. "See, I thought I'd be happy to venture around the room before I noticed that someone in a kimono with a white tote bag and wearing a pair of chunky black Mary Jane."

"What...?"

"They had these cyan-blue eyes, dried blond curly hair in pigtails, wearing a kimono, and those chunky Mary Janes! I swear, I'm not crazy! I saw them!"

"I believe you! I do! But where is this Disposal Room?"

"Just down the hall, but be careful I saw some of those press-on nails come out of their bag. I think it was dark red nails or Dark Cherry brown nail color."

Apson nodded before shaking her hand. "Thank you, this will make it much easier for this investigation."

- DISPOSAL -

The door opened as Apson walked in and found Joost talking to Marko, Mihkel, and Kristjan. The blond turned and waved his hand happily for his friend's attention. "Hallo! Hallo! Apson, these guys have very good things we can use!"

"What did you get so far?" The dark-haired Dutchman walked to them and crossed his arms.

"Apson, if I'm correct," Veisson started. "The suspect went into here, dragging their clothes, and burned them in this furnace. But what struck me as odd is the fabric...the fabric is not white but rather red with yellow."

Apson and Joost fell silent as the blond turned to glance at each other. "Wait, Red and Yellow?"

"Mihkel and I have discovered some white fabrics but most of it is..red and yellow pieces of scrap fabric," Kristjan mentioned before handing them a baggie with the said fabrics. "Perhaps it is from a dress-like attire."

Mihkel chimed in. "That is all we got from here. If you need any more help, come to us!"

Joost stopped them. "Wait! Did you get the face of the person?"

Marko shook his head. "No, no we have not. Sorry, my friend. But all I do know is that there is only one person with the Kimono," The Estonian handed over a baggie of burnt press-on nails with an assortment of colors inside. "And press on nails with only these designs."

"Hiru Toge," Apson whispered to himself before grabbing Joost by his arm and sprinting off to go find them. "Thank you!"

- ROOM OF TOGE -

*KNOCK! KNOCK!*

"Hiru!" Apson announced, knocking on the door respectfully. "Come on out and talk!"

"Appie, could they be the murderer? I mean how could they pull this off at such a fast pace!" Joost asked, staring at the door with curiosity.

"I have no idea, Joost, but all I know is that this must be the one. If it is them and not Salena, then we could be on our way to escaping here."

The door opened as a fully dressed Hiru came out wearing a black and white frilly dress with black and white tights, white medium-length gloves, and those exact chunky Mary Janes that Jamie-lee was mentioning. "Yess?" they asked, their voice sounding more sinister than before.

"Hiru, we've found some evidence that may relate to you with the murder of—!"

"Fufufu.."

"What?"

Hiru shook their head. "You don't understand, do you, Apson?"

Joost gazed at Apson with concern, as he bit his nail. Hiru stared into his eyes with a sinister grin. "Apson, your investigation is almost at an end, you haven't checked the restroom, have you? Why say it was me when it was Salena? She has been throwing you off. I know for a fact."

"How, you haven't discussed your story! Why should I believe you?" The Dutchman argued.

"That, I shall save till the Trial," Hiru laughed sinisterly. "Now, check the restroom. There should be a bag just for you."

Before Apson could question them, the door shut. Leaving the two to scurry off to the restroom quickly, hoping that their doubts would be incorrect. They hoped that it wasn't Salena.

- BATHROOM -

Joost sighed, picking at his nails as Apson went inside and searched inside. He walked out with a white tote bag and set it down on the ground. "Well, I found dried blood in the sink and this bag."

"Could it be, Salena's or even Besa's," The blond freaked out, feeling his body shivering for a bit. "Or even Hiru's??"

"Joost, take a breather here. Whoever's blood it is, it might as well be Salena's or Hiru's." Apson sighed before opening the bag to find—

A red tank top, a red fingerless glove, and red press-on nails. With two of them having dried blood on the fabric.

"No, no no..." Joost panicked a bit, biting his nails nervously once again. "It can't be her!"

"This is all Salena's stuff, here, in this bag? How did-Who put this here?!" Apson rose as he saw four people walking towards them.

"Yo, Kaveri! Did ya find anything useful yet?" Jere asked with Bojan taking a peak in the bag before Apson stopped him.

"Heard it was a mixed bag," Vukčević sighed disappointedly. "Damn, whoever did this must be a total pain in the ass."

"Someone is trying to pin this on Salena, that's for a fact." Joost sniffled, glancing down at his hands before turning to look at Apson.

"Even though this may not be good for Salena, we'll do our best to defend her for good. If not, then we have no choice but to try to get her to tell her story." Apson disappointedly chimed in.

Jere's eyes widened, he was taken aback as he sighed and shook his head. "I refuse to believe that! Salena could never do a thing like that, let alone fight!"

Ilija shook his head. "Anyone can fight, Jere, but she just maybe wanted peace but the other just wanted to kill her out of paranoia."

"Damn, so this is not a joke?" Bojan asked, getting close to Jere with a disappointed look on his face. "Fuck, I hate it here."

"We have all the evidence we need, even though it leads to Salena, but still let's hope we can save her." Apson confidently affirms as he grabs the tote bag and heads to the elevator with Joost and the group behind him.

JEEST NATION WE UP!

I know I’m supposed to be writing but shush…new album

*Drops this here for Jeest Fans 🫳*

eXtras: MASTERMIND

~Hymns of Death Oneshot~

Running.

Jere couldn't understand why he was running in the first place, he felt something chasing him as his teeth clenched tightly before charging and opening the door forcefully.

Terrible mistake.

His feelings churned as he noticed an unconscious and possibly the corpse of Hiru Toge. How long were they dead for? But that wasn't his concern, his eyes locked on someone who appeared to be familiar to him. The blond Dutchman perhaps?

He slowly got closer to them before putting a hand on their shoulder, hoping to see his soft smile and his welcome arms. His worries slowly drifted apart as his smile grew before it was abruptly cut off. That same cheerful Dutchman was lost, as what stood in front of him was someone different.

"Joost," Jere felt his heart almost on the brink of sinking. "Joostie, are you alright?"

With a small yet sinister grin, the lightly blond leaned over and averted his gaze by narrowing his eyes a bit, his hand slowly reached over to his chin and grabbed it gently, it still felt tight to Jere, which made his heart tremble. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"I, Well, Uhm, it's that because—!"

"Hiru Toge, huh? Awe, don't be scared," Joost leaned over and made the Finn focus only on him. "They were only in the way of My dreams, so I had to make them settled."

Jere felt his heart racing, his hands twitching beside him, feeling tears pricking at the corner of his eyes. Joost noticed this as he smiled again, despite it feeling almost like a mask of danger. "Jere, no need to be terrified of me, I'm not going to hurt you."

Jere froze in fear as he felt him leaning into his ears, his breathing felt cold and almost carnivorous. "Just yet...if you promise to not cry wolf."

Prologue/Chapter One

Don’t believe, Don’t fear (APSON)

It was just a night out in the streets of Amsterdam where Joost and I were just walking along with our friend, Stuntje. All of us were just joking around after recent events involving a few friends of ours at Eurovision. We didn't even see Martin coming along, maybe he was just sick or tired or possibly both. No matter what the case may be, it felt off that nobody else came but just us three, Nemo and their friends, and the Gunnarsen twins. I paid no attention to it, well, maybe a little bit because it was skeptical for me but not for Joost.

But I digress, because maybe he was just feeling sick..who knows? Besides, we were already in the car and driving through the city to find a perfect spot to hang out. We followed the directions that Nemo was told to go to as well, but it just led us to this odd abandoned...Facility?

A facility? Out of all places? Who told them to go here and bring us along?

We got out and began to approach the building before I felt something cold on my back, I turned and found that it was just Joost and no sight of Stuntje anywhere. Where did..he go?

That's when..something was missing, something bad was going to happen.

I immediately grabbed Joost by the arm and tried my best to run back to the car before I heard a loud thud hitting something. I was yanked down onto the ground, the grass felt almost like moss even. I turned my head and noticed Joost, unconscious and had blood slowly dripping down from his head.

I wanted to scream but I went cold, my body trembling with tears threatening to pour down my face. I glanced up and found the person responsible, I couldn't even tell the face of the figure but only the appearance; A suit, a dark blue suit with a dark blue tie.

And that's all I could remember before I fell unconscious with Joost by my side.

-DAY ONE-

First meetings, First discovery

Blinking twice slowly, Apson slowly got up as he turned and noticed how panicked Joost was. Groggily, the man glanced around before his eyes widened with adrenaline flowing through him.

He sprinted towards the blond Dutchman and grabbed ahold of his shoulders, glaring around to find a few key details; rusty windows, darkened walls, and the picture of a firecracker. He shook his head and tried to think about how they got here, he couldn't remember how he or Joost got here. That was not the purpose now, they need to find other survivors.

"Joost. Are you okay?" Apson inquired, putting his hand on the blond's head.

"I'm okay," The blond groaned a little, rubbing his head as he felt the dried bandage. "My head still hurts a little, What about you?"

"I'm alright but," The dark-haired glanced around the empty room before gently grabbing Klein's arm. "We're not the only ones here, come on!"

"Wait what are you—!"

"Let's not stall here, Joost, we need to find Stuntje."

"He came with us..?"

Apson sighed. "Pretty sure he did, now, let's go!"

The Dutchman hesitantly agreed and sprinted off with the keyboardist as they made their way through the building, they glanced around to find other clues as to where they were settled.

The same windows and walls spied on them as Apson could tell that something felt off, he could briefly hear a small beeping noise to which he stopped and glanced up to find a security camera nearby on the ceiling corner. He stared at the camera for a brief moment before,

"Apson! Look, I found a double door!" Joost yelled out hopefully, watching Apson hesitate to go over but decided to go over there to him. "Do you think it's good enough for us?"

"Joost, I think this could be a trap," The dark Brunet glared at the double doors, wondering why are they there. "what could these doors lead to?"

"Are you afraid of some doors, Apson?"

"What—No! I'm not! I just think it's a trap, that's all!"

"So, anyone put these randomly are considered traps?"

"No, just—look! Just open it, Joost!"

Sighing while snickering to himself, the Dutchman agreed as he swung the doors open and briskly walked inside along with Apson they discovered that it led to a much bigger space that appeared to be gymnasium size.

Joost glanced around, intrigued by the amount of people inside but was hastily pulled close by the dark brunet with a sigh. He couldn't help but feel small but he digressed, he turned and saw how excited Klein was, he wanted to see new people but he was more happy to see people who were in their shoes. At least he was happy to see new people.

"Come on, Apson! let's go meet them!" Joost playfully nudged Apson and pulled him to the crowd with a toothy grin.

"Hey now, don't pull me like I'm ragdoll, Joost, I'm doubting this already." The Dutchman shook his head.

"What?! Nobody here doesn't seem violent-!"

Before Joost could continue, The duo immediately turned their heads and observed two men seemingly getting into an argument as they were being pulled away by a bearded woman and a curly brunet struggling to hold back the husky man wearing a neon green top with green nails as the bearded woman held back the shorter man wearing a fuzzy red velvet suit top with gold ring on his left hand.

Apson grabbed the blond by the hand and slowly approached them, hearing the feud that was slowly toning down.

"Jere, you numskull! You better get us out of here, svinja!" The man screamed, pointing at the husky man.

"You two stop it! This isn't going to solve anything," the woman commanded, shaking the younger boy's arm. "Bojan! Jere! enough!"

"Calm down, Pelle! I don't know this place, I don't even know a single thing!" The husky 5'7" exclaimed back. "Take a chill pill!"

"Silvester. Please do something! Calm Jere down or something!"

"I'll try to do something, Conchita! hold on!"

Joost's body stiffened up a bit. "I think they have been in here longer enough, Apson.."

"This isn't good, Joost, do you think they'll trust us?" Apson asked, biting his thumbnail.

While glancing around, Klein turned his head and noticed that a few people were coming towards them. He realized that the others slowly noticed them standing there. A size brunet with blonde streaks, a dark brunet with a red suit coat on his shoulder, three men with a woman with different styles, and a light blonde wearing a cat charm bracelet. With a smile on his face, Joost waved over at them. "Hello, I'm Joost and this is my friend, Appie!"

The dark brunet tilted his head. "Huh, you're just like us, I guess...I suppose I met you two before! I'm Slimane, It's a pleasure meeting you once again!"

"Wait-Joost Klein?! No way," The plus size brunette beamed. "Thank god, you're still alive! I can't believe it! You remember me, right? I'm Isaak!" He turned and faced the light blonde twisting his cat bracelet. "No offense, Marko.."

"Oh, are you talking to me?" Marko chuckled to himself, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm sorry, Isaak! Also, no offense taken!"

"Can we introduce ourselves?" The tall brunet cleared his throat and folded his arms as he glanced around at the brownish blonde and the curly brunet for backup. "We don't wish to be rude to you two."

"Oh, of course, Damiano, you want to introduce yourself that much?" the long dark brunette scoffed.

"Ethan!" he scowled. "Don't spoil it!"

"The name's Thomas, none much to it, I guess," the curly brunet moped as he yawned a bit. "Sorry, It's been too long in here, and I'm just tired."

"I'm the rocking all-star, Victoria Angel! I'm pretty cool if I say so myself!" the woman smiled and shook the Dutchman's hand hastily.

"As you can see, We're Måneskin, la vita della festa! I'm yours truly, Damiano David, the sweet star from Italy!" Damiano exclaimed with pride in his tone.

Apson nodded. "How nice to meet you guys," he rubbed his arm gently with a smile. "Well, I don't mean to be rude but I'm Apson Mussa, I just prefer to be called Appie by Joost, he's my childhood friend after all."

"Oh!" Damiano's brows rise. "How inconvenient, but I'm not the one to be rude or anything I didn't meet you before, so I don't know how you two bond or anything."

"What?" the dark brunet cocked a brow, folding his arms together. "What do you mean by that?"

Damiano shrugged his shoulders as he walked off to meet with the others, primarily Jere and Bojan once they were done arguing. Joost and Apson glanced at each other, the blond smiling so far with hope a of more friendly encounter with more of the people.

Besides, there were only nineteen people inside of here. They didn't seem to lose anyone at all, no missing person that seemed to be important.

The blond went up to a group of three and began to talk with them, leaving Apson alone to possibly find another trio to talk to as well. He sighed and went off to the other trio that had one person sitting on the floor, tired from being up late or so what he appeared to look like to him.

"Hello? You look like you've been here for a few hours-" Before the man could finish, the blond sprung up and shook Mussa hastily with fear while the brunet threw his hands up as he scoffed and shook his head. "We've been here for what seems like a thousand minutes! I cannot stand it, Tom and I wish to go back home! This isn't a part of our dream!"

"What?!"

"Ignore him, bud, Billy here is just scared and just mad that he doesn't know anyone here." Tom snickered as he pulled the blond away from Apson.

"No, you don't understand it! I'm terrified of the chances that a crazy fan of us kidnapped both of us because we're identical!"

"Wait," the dark brunet stopped and raised his eyebrows, his eyes widened. "You two are twins that are...Popular?"

Bill cleared his throat and folded his arms. "Identical twins from Germany, then, yes! It's us, Kaulitz and Kaulitz, I'm Bill and this is Tom!"

"We were stolen from California of all places," the bearded brunet yawned. "Can't wait to tell it to Gustav and Georg."

"Who?"

"Oh! It's our bandmates from Tokio Hotel, It's weird that only we got sent here and did not even dare to bring them along! Ugh..so rude!"

Apson nodded with a gentle smile as he turned his head and noticed the sweating blonde, fanning herself with her hand. He raised an eyebrow and had a few questions for her, was she busy with something and had to take care of it? It was possibly the heating system, it felt like 86 degrees inside this room.

"Merhaba? Affedersiniz!" A voice called out happily, a pair of footsteps were coming towards Apson as the dark-haired turned to face them as soon as he snapped out of spacing out.

"Oh, Uhm, hello? Do you need anything?" he asked them, noticing that the duo looked oddly familiar to him. The one on the left with short brown hair and dark brown eyes wearing a black shirt with black jeans that covered his light gray and white shoes. The one on the right with short black hair and hazel eyes wearing a long-sleeve formal suit top with long dark dress pants.

"Oh! Yes! Have you by any chance seen my friends, well, I mean my bandmates but you know I like to refer to them as friends," The left asked, playing with his silver watch that was on his right arm. "I'm Ferman Akgül if you were wondering by any chance."

Apson shook his head. "I don't think so, but I'll be on the lookout for them, Ferman."

"Çok teşekkür ederim," The right smiled politely. "I see that you have not lost your head, unlike the others. Not the kind to go crazy during these sorts of situations, I suppose."

"I'm just trying to understand where we are, This is all new to me, and pretty much like everyone, I think we should focus on the surroundings."

"Ah, of course, I can see why you would do that. I'd do the same if I recognized an area from somewhere. I am Mor ve ötesi's vocalist and guitarist, Harun Tekin, it is a pleasure of mine to meet you."

Apson nodded as shook hands with the duo, watching them walk off to go speak with the others. But as soon as he turned back to see the blonde woman, he had an odd feeling that something felt off, striking him was the fact that she was holding a white piece of fabric covered in something and she had on a red sleeveless top. Glancing down, he noticed that her white long pants had a red spot on the knee as well as on her chunky boots.

"Dehydrated?" Apson asked.

The blonde glanced up and let out a tired laugh. "Ah, no! Just got back from trying to find my way back from the restroom, it's a pretty big building after all."

"Oh? How big do you think it is?"

"No clue, but I'll say this," She leaned in and whispered. "Have you seen that blond over in that Kimono?"

"No, what are you talking about—"

She sprung him around and pointed to the lonely person with blondish hair holding a floral Japanese doll with both of their hands bandaged, they seemed to just prefer to be alone for now. But Apson was confused as to why she would be so petrified of that specific person, why was she acting so strange and why was she avoiding the conversation?

The blonde bit her thumb "Uhm so..that person is really strange, maybe talk to him! He could get us out of here—!"

"Who are you?" Apson asked.

"Oh, my name is Salena! You remember me, right?"

"No, my apologies, Salena. I guess I forgot."

"Forget? Oh, Apson, I wouldn't do that if I were you."

The dark brunette raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean by that?"

"Oh nothing, I just think you should remember things clearly, it's for safekeeping!" Salena smiled brightly before turning towards the projector that flashed onto the wall, slowly turning on and revealing a piece of footage.

Everyone stopped and glanced up at the projector, Jere and Bojan stood close together while others gave each other space as they watched the video coming to life before them.

The video revealed an oddly colorful background as the purple cat slowly stepped out as it was holding a magnifying glass and stepping on the European map. Baffled, everyone turned to face each other until the cat turned and faced everyone as soon as the podium plopped down on the same map.

"Is that cat going to..talk to us?" The brown-haired haired asked as they turned to face their friend.

"I think so, Nemo." The Belgian comforted them.

"This is so confusing...I think I'm gonna be sick." The Irish grabbed ahold of their shoulders.

Before they could complain any further, The narrator cleared his throat and began to speak to them. "My apologies, everyone, we're kinda still in the process but without any problems, I welcome you all to the game."

The narrator continues. "What is The game you may ask? This is where you may win or lose the game! You must go through many trials and obstacles, and sacrifices have to be made with trust."

Joost's body stiffened as he bit his thumb. "We..we have to sacrifice our friends..?"

"Oh don't worry! You'll be just one step closer to a win! You'll be able to find the true secret behind this game! Good luck and be sure to check behind you, you may need it!"

"Is that all?" Mustii fell sick to his stomach.

"Whoever behind this is a sick nimble bastard! Vittu!" Jere yelled.

"Oh and by the way," the narrator returned as the cat was shown snickering. "You're forgetting someone..perhaps check the cafe."

The projector turned off.

Everyone fell quiet. Apson and Joost turned to face each other as some were on their way to go find this "cafe" while Nemo and Silvester made their way to them, ignoring the blonde figure approaching them. The Dutchman felt nervous, rubbing his arm as he fell quiet. "So...I'm guessing this is mouse and cat chase, kak, I hate the sound of this."

"Can we stick together, please?" Nemo requested, feeling his nerves getting tense and harder to breathe. "I'm sorry...I'm just very scared!"

"You're not bothering us at all, Nemo." Silvester grinned.

"Apson, do you think we'll die in here?" Klein sniffled, his body trembling. "I'm scared."

"Joost, don't be, I'll make sure we both make it out with whoever is going to be with us."

Nemo and Silvester grinned as they led Joost and Apson out of the gym to go find the cafe before being stopped by The figure in the kimono. The curly brown-haired haired felt uncomfortable as they were surrounded by their Aurora.

"You two have forgotten to speak with me, how sad, I figured I would be more of importance to you," They frowned as they pressed the floral doll against their cheek. "I was wrong I suppose."

"My apologies! Who are you, you look so cool!" Joost offered his hand but was denied by the figure.

"Really?!" a man wearing a Windows 95 hat and crop top short-sleeved shirt, glared at the blond with his hands crossed. "You are trusting this guy? He looks and sounds scary enough to be a murderer!"

"Teemu," Martinus glared at the Finnish with disappointment. "Don't be so rude to them, what if they are nice?"

"'Nice'? Nice enough to worry me." Teemu worriedly glared at the figure in the kimono.

"I'd be honored to befriend them!" Marcus exclaimed.

"We know you would, Marcus." Apson nodded before glancing towards the figure. "Mind if you say your name to us?"

"My name is of no importance but please refer to me as Hiru Toge for now," Hiru smiled softly, putting the doll to their side. "As always, I do enjoy good surprises. I have one I have yet to present, but please do not fear me."

Apson cocked an eyebrow. "A surprise?"

"I-I'm telling you! They are a murder!" Teemu exclaimed again.

"How does a surprise mean that? I love surprises, especially those at a birthday! They are always fun!" Joost beamed as he felt at ease the moment when Hiru mentioned it.

"Not all the time, bucko!"

"Like I said, I'm not going to show it until the time is right, please do not fear me," Hiru leaned in and smiled at him with his cold eyes. "Apson."

"Whoa..wait, you know my name?" the Dutch felt a chill down his spine.

"Are you sure they aren't a killer on the loose?!" Teemu asked as slid behind Marcus to hide from the figure.

"They seemed to be friendly enough to be trusted, besides, they haven't done anything wrong yet!" Martinus defended the figure.

"Yet?!"

"Hm? Oh, don't worry about that nonsense, I like guessing, however," Toge leaned in with a sinister smile on their face, snickering as they pressed the doll against their mouth. "You shouldn't be so distracted, the blonde woman could come back to bite you like a leech, I saw what she has done."

After Toge spoke, a trio came by to see what they were speaking about. Silvester along with Nemo and Bambie stopped to stare at them. "Excuse me...?" Apson questioned them, causing them to snicker devilishly.

Silvester felt a chill down his spine. "Who? Salena?! She..what are you talking about?"

"Oh please," Hiru smiled once again and began to walk off before allowing them to follow. "Please allow me to show you!"

With tension rising inside, the group followed Hiru as they walked behind them to the Cafe. The hallway growing colder and unbearable with every step despite being in the building for a few minutes, Apson could start seeing signs of a terrible situation such as a bloody handprint sliding that led to the cafe but what caught them off guard was another piece of white fabric.

Apson remembered something. Salena had a white fabric in her hand as well.

"Ta-da!" Toge happily announced, springing the doors open and allowing the group to enter. "We have arrived, detectives."

"Detectives?" Nemo asked.

"Are we seriously trusting them?!" Teemu questioned as he glanced both ways to ensure that Hiru hadn't gone anywhere.

Before Apson could ask a question to Hiru, he heard a horrified scream coming from inside the cafe. The group ran in to find Joost backing away terrified as he hid behind the dark brunet. Jere and Marko covered their mouths as they glanced down before the light blond ran off to the plant to vomit behind it. Slimane stood there, feeling the color draining from his body.

"Oh, my god," Vasil felt his body trembling. "N-No way..!"

Apson couldn't help but glance down at the body. Her golden dress was scruffed and her headpiece was scattered next to the double doors. Her ring appeared to be stolen but what caught his attention was that there was a small silver chain necklace in her dark brown hair but also a red glove next to her body.

"Oh god," Salena whispered to herself, her hands covered her mouth. "Besa's dead."

Hymns of Death

written by CocoaWinds99 (ME!!)

Thirty people trapped in one facility, forced into complete isolation from humanity in order to escape with either a choice of six, five, or three Survivors or consider to press on with the Game.

In order to make it through, they must have to go through the key aspects: Trials Obstacles Sacrifices And most importantly, the game of choice and trust

Then they’ll see who will win and who’s behind the game.

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yeah I wrote this in 2024, So what?

Don’t judge me >:(

https://youtu.be/Nh2F9TDaKV4?si=dW8Oi-X7ehWs4wz8

BABES WAKE UP NEW EMO JOOST KLEIN ERA IS HERE!!!

*I think he's going through a breakup phase with Eurovision but I could be wrong*

This may become a new fanfiction opportunity