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fruitcoops · 3 years ago

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Hi!! I was wondering if you could do another fic involving jules and coops together? Just like sweet moments between the three? I loved the baby sitting series you did and could not stop thinking about it❤️❤️ Thank you!!

Yeah, of course! I love writing my boy at any opportunity. SW credit goes to @lumosinlove, but the relatives are my ocs!

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Sirius asked under his breath as Remus finally—finally—appeared from the mass of people.

“It’s fine,” Remus said around a forced smile to a middle-aged man across the yard.

Sirius hid his mouth by pretending to look down at the nearest casserole dish. He didn’t even know what was in it; nobody had bothered with labels, and everyone’s dishes were the same basic florals in different colors. “I love you, Re, and I totally get the whole ‘meet the parents’ thing, but this is a bit much if I’m being honest.”

“Honey.” Remus’ shoulder pressed against his own. “I’m sorry you’re not having a good time, but my Aunt Jen would skin me alive if I didn’t bring the man I’m marrying to the family reunion. We can leave tomorrow if you really hate—oh, no.”

“Remus!” a shrill, excited voice called. Sirius felt his fiancé straighten up as a tall, redheaded woman in star-painted jeans hurried across the grass with three other women in tow. She reached up and gave Remus’ cheeks a squish, then leaned in a planted a lipstick-stamped kiss to his forehead. “How are you, my duckling? Was your flight alright? Make sure you stay away from the salt or else your feet will swell.”

“Hi, Aunt Jen,” Remus said, grimacing a little at her rib-crushing hug. “I’m doing well, and our flight was fine. How are you?”

“Peachy keen,” she assured him. Dark brown eyes lasered in on Sirius half a second later and he felt his fight or flight kick in. “And who are you?”

“Aunt Jen, this is—”

“It was rhetorical, honey,” Jen interrupted with a pat to Remus’ arm as she stepped closer to Sirius and immediately hauled him in for a hug. She was as tall as Remus, but broader in the shoulders and hips; he had never felt so engulfed by someone. It was a strangely enjoyable feeling.

“Aren’t you a handsome one?” the shortest of the group cooed, as if she was talking to a particularly small dog in a purse. “Our Remus always knew how to pick them.”

Remus furrowed his brows. “Aunt Lisa, this is the first boyfriend I’ve—”

“But he’s not just a boyfriend!” Jen trilled, giving Sirius’ cheek a pat. “He’s a fiancé, something I learned from your mother. Not from your father—oh, I gave him a talking-to about that—and not from you, duck.”

Sirius bit back a laugh at the nickname and spared a glance to his left, where Remus had gone pink all the way to his ears. “Sorry.”

“Introduce us!” the shortest insisted, taking the other two by the hands as pulling them forward with an eager smile.

“Everyone, this is Sirius Black, my fiancé.” Remus gestured between them, and the four women beamed at him. “Sirius, this is Aunt Jen, Aunt Lisa, Aunt Allison, and Aunt Mary, my dad’s sisters.”

“It’s lovely to meet you,” Sirius said, holding a hand out.

“No need to be so formal,” the brunette grumbled with a teasing grin. “We have heard so much about you from Lyall. After those damned pictures—”

“Allison,” Jen hissed.

“—after the damned pictures,” Allison repeated with a pointed look. “I was about ready to drive up to Gryffindor myself and give that lousy son of a bitch a piece of my mind—”

“Allison!”

“—but Lyall talked me down and I have been waiting to meet you ever since.” She finished with a soft huff and gave his arm a quick squeeze. “Remus is a lucky boy to have you. It’s very exciting to see you in person at last.”

Sirius’ heart gave a happy little ka-thump and he smiled. “I’m glad to be here. Thank you for having me.”

“He is so polite,” Lisa said to Remus out of the corner of her mouth with a wink and a thumbs-up. “Good choice.”

“You know what I just realized? We haven’t said hello to Jules yet. We’ll see you in a few, yeah?” Without waiting for an official answer, Remus wrapped an arm around Sirius’ waist and practically carried him away from the table. Once they were out of earshot—and the aunts had busied themselves with one of the younger Lupins—Remus relaxed with a slow exhale. “I am…so sorry.”

“For what?”

“I had no idea they were going to corner you like that. I mean, I did, but I was hoping it wouldn’t be for another few hours. They tend to move in a pack at reunions, like sharks. Or wolves.”

“They’re really sweet.”

“They are,” Remus said grudgingly, though Sirius could read the affection dripping off him like his favorite book. “My dad’s the youngest of five, and I was the first nephew. You can imagine how that went.”

“Baby of the baby?”

“Exactly.”

“Can I ask one thing?” Remus nodded, visibly confused, and Sirius found he couldn’t keep his grin down any longer. “Duckling?”

“I hoped you didn’t hear that,” he groaned as they headed toward the kids’ play area beneath a large oak. “Long story short, it involved five-year-old me, a pond, and a sinus infection that made me sound like a duck when I sneezed.”

“Oh my god,” Sirius laughed, earning himself a light elbow to the ribs. “And the name stuck?”

“Considering she was the one that had to stay with me while my folks were working, she could call me whatever the hell she wanted. Please don’t ask her about it unless you want a thirty-minute TED talk about the ins and outs of my sinuses.”

“She’s a doctor?”

“No, she just overshares.”

“Sirius!”

Sirius looked up and saw a herd of small children racing toward them, led by his favorite person under the age of eighteen; Jules crashed into his legs and squeezed him tight around the waist. “Hey, I missed you!”

Jules propped his chin below Sirius’ sternum and stared up at him with the classic hazel-gold eyes that were far more common than Sirius believed before they arrived in the Lupins’ backyard. “I missed you, too! How’s the team? How’s Harry? Is he still super small or did he do that weird thing that babies do where their legs grow and the rest of them still looks normal? How was your flight? Did you have turbulence?”

Sirius thought for a moment. “Good, also good, growing normally, and yes.”

“Sweet! Come play cornhole with us!” Jules grabbed his hand and dragged him along the grass at the closest thing he could manage to a sprint with Sirius’ added weight—the pre-teen years had lent him gangly legs, though he didn’t seem quite sure how to use them yet. He looked more like a foal than a sixth-grader.

“What the hell is cornhole?” Sirius muttered as the flock of kids ran ahead to grab armfuls of beanbags.

Remus grinned. “Something I’m about to kick your ass at.”

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By the time the sun set, Sirius was exhausted. He had been introduced to dozens of people who looked just enough like Remus to be eerie, as well as plenty who seemed to have been acquired by one Lupin or another over the course of their life. Jules fluctuated between laminating himself to Sirius’ side and disappearing for an hour at a time, only to return more grass-stained and rumpled than ever as he begged Remus to swing him around by the ankles again. His ass had been thoroughly kicked at cornhole and freeze tag; it was a true miracle he hadn’t already passed out into a food coma. For all of his earlier griping, Sirius couldn’t think of a time in recent months when he had been more content.

“You’re a brave soul,” Remus remarked as they sat in the grass together and watched the fireflies wake. Though it was a warm night, it seemed the citronella candles littering the tables were doing their job of chasing off mosquitoes.

Sirius leaned his head on Remus’ shoulder. He smelled like grass and summertime and sunbaked warmth. “Am I?”

“Mhmm. I’m sure most people would have run screaming by now.”

“I like your family.”

A beat of silence passed; Remus rested his temple against the top of Sirius’ head. “I’m really glad to hear that. They’re weird and loud, but I love them.”

“And I love you.”

“Are you saying I’m weird and loud?”

“On occasion.”

“Asshole,” Remus laughed, giving him a nudge that hardly qualified as more than a gentle sway.

“Language, there are eight million kids around.”

“They’re busy.”

Sirius watched as small group run by in a wave of giggles, all clutching mason jars of fireflies with their names written on masking tape. “Thank you again for asking me to come with you.”

“Like I said, Aunt Jen would—”

“Remus.” He fell quiet. Sirius didn’t remember the last time he said Remus’ full name aloud. “Your family loves you so much. They’re everything I ever wanted growing up, and it means the world that you wanted to share them with me. All they want is to see you happy. It was amazing to finally meet them.”

“They really, really love you,” Remus said softly, his voice a little thick. “I had about twenty people tell me how wonderful you are. They all thanked me for bringing you, and not a single one mentioned the celebrity thing. Even my Uncle Jay didn’t say a word about hockey.”

“He was the one in the jersey?”

“I’ve known him for my entire life and I’ve never seen him without one.”

“Huh.” Sirius tucked his face closer to Remus’ neck and let the sound of the bullfrogs in a distant marsh lull him. “What time is it?”

“Almost eleven. The adults will be up for a while, but the kids will start crashing soon.”

Footsteps on the cool grass rustled to their right and Sirius looked up. “Who wants pie?” Aunt Allison singsonged, breaking their quiet bubble with paper plates and utensils. “This one is blackberry, but we have peach, pumpkin, and a few others on the table if you’re still hungry.”

“Just a small piece, please,” Sirius said.

Allison paused and cocked her head, then burst out laughing. “Oh, you’re funny!”

“I am?”

“Don’t fight it,” Remus whispered.

“You are a growing boy,” Allison said as she cut a thick slice and plonked it onto his plate. “And there’s no such thing as too much pie.”

I’m 26, Sirius wanted to say, though he held it in. “Just a small one for me, as well,” Remus said.

“Ha!” Allison snorted. “You’re already too skinny. Eat your pie or you’ll end up a string bean like your father. The NHL might have given you muscle, but it’s useless if you don’t enjoy some of your favorite aunt’s—”

“—woah, hey now—”

“—pie once in a while.” Allison kissed the tops of their heads once both plates were secure and bowing in the middle. “I’m going to make sure the kids aren’t poking around in the river again. Sleep well, you two.”

Sirius stared down at his plate as she wandered away. “I’m honestly going to die if I eat this.”

“Yeah, please don’t make yourself sick on pie. You really don’t have to eat all of that. The aunts and uncles are convinced that none of us are eating properly once we turn eighteen.”

“Really?”

“I wish I was kidding. You’re going to sleep so well tonight, though.”

As if on cue, Sirius stifled a yawn with the back of his hand and cuddled under Remus’ arm again. A familiar shadow bounded over not two seconds later and he barely held down a groan. “Hey, can I join you?”

Remus shrugged. “ ‘course.”

“Sweet.” Jules settled himself across their laps, staring at the sky with his head pillowed on Sirius’ thigh. “Did you have fun? I’m really glad you could come.”

“I had a great time,” Sirius answered honestly. Now please move on so I can take a nap.

“Mom and dad and me got here yesterday, and Aunt Jen kept checking the door for you guys even though she knew you weren’t coming until today. She was worried you wouldn’t like us, I think.”

“That was never an option, Jules.”

“Yeah, I know.” A devilish grin flickered over his face. “Remus is the weirdest of all of us, and if you want to marry him—”

“Get off,” Remus grumbled, shoving Jules’ legs onto the picnic blanket. “You know, you were a lot nicer before you turned eleven. Can I return you and get a new one? I have the receipt somewhere.”

“Nope.”

“That’s all a birth certificate is, right?” Sirius raised his eyebrows. “If you bring it back in good condition, I hear they give you a ten percent discount.”

Jules scowled. “That’s so not true.”

“How do you think I got Regulus?”

“Isn’t it past your bedtime?” Remus asked with a pointed look. “Run along, problem child.”

“Of the two of us, I’m the least problematic.” Despite his words, Jules clambered to his feet and dusted his hands off over Remus’ head. “I’m not the one that got a secret boyfriend and got engaged in a year. I’m so easy. Mom and dad want two of me.”

“Keep telling yourself that,” Remus sighed as he stretched out on the blanket. “They had a second kid because they wanted two of me.”

“You’re adopted.”

Remus cracked one eye open in disbelief. “No, I’m not.”

“How do you know?”

“Because—y’know what, go to bed. Or go find the stampede, I think they’re by the river.”

Sirius whistled lowly as Jules scampered off again. “That was impressive. Isn’t your aunt over there?”

“Yep.”

Realization clicked into place. “She’s going to make him go to bed.”

“Yep.”

“You’re brilliant.”

Remus smiled without opening his eyes, and tugged Sirius down by the sleeve to lay next to him. “You’re just figuring that out now?”

The stars were brighter than anywhere Sirius had ever seen; for a moment, he was struck speechless by the endless rivers of sparkling white overhead. He stared until his eyes burned from dryness, then put his head on Remus’ chest and kept on looking. There was no way he could tear his gaze from it. A few shooting stars streaked across the clear sky and he felt his heart skip a beat in pure amazement when he realized there was nothing else he would wish for in that moment. He could listen to Remus’ heartbeat and the sound of his new family talking against a backdrop of the night, relishing in a full belly and cool wind, and simply stay there for as long as he liked.

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razorblade180 · 4 years ago

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OC test: Survive pt1

Each character has been split off from one another by hard light fields to form a circular ring divided evenly; with a safe zone in the very center. They can all see and hear each other, but that’s it. All characters will face grimm at the same time. The type of grimm is dependent on what will give that individual trouble. Once a character defeats their grimm, it is their choice to what zone they want to go to next to help. The test is over when a winner in every zone has been decided.

Aero:Anybody getting Saw vibes from this, or at least something sinister?

Kovu:It did say “a winner” meaning the grimm might own us.

Summer:Remember the good old days where a test was make breakfast? I do...

Veronica:Just don’t fuck up and you’ll be fine. I’m ready for everything!

Sienna:Aren’t you technically a civilian?

Veronica:Pfft, I can still kick butt. I’m a Xiao Long!

Jacquelyn:I think the test is beginning.

Yujin stretches out her wrists and grabs her sword. It was soon after that ten pools of grimm opened up with Ursa Majors clawing out, fully armored and foaming at the mouth. One final pool had a King TaijituYujin wasn’t expected anything less, yet she was still upset. “I am sick and tired of these stupid things! Why all at once!?”

“Because it’s called survival...” Tenzen said, witnessing dozens of baby deathstalkers marching towards his as hives of lancers swarmed above. “Guess I’m playing exterminator...” he syched himself up, before a Beringel came stampeding in. It beat on it’s chests and let out a roar. “And....fighting baby King Kong...”

Jael hadn’t wasted any time making headway on her test. She knew herself pretty well and what she could handle. That still did not entirely prepare herself to fend of eight fully grown manticore in aerial combat. “So this is a manticore? Yeah, about what I expect .” She said , dodging their fireballs. “Air or land, they seem pretty dangerous. Guess I got no real advantage, yet.”

Sparrow was on the ball. Military training served him well. Armed only with an Atlesian pistol and a fishing rod, he controlled the battle ground. His mother had taught him long ago what his limits were and how to make up for them. A single Sphinx flew down to swipe at him. The young man back stepped and shot a high powered round at its foot. The beast roared before trying to fly.

“Oh no you don’t!” He casted the line right in the Sphinx’s mouth and yanked back down on the injure foot. “You’re gonna move the way I want you to!” Another round hit its front paw, making the creatures spin around, using its snake tail. Sparrow had already dropped the line and cought the second beast. He didn’t hesitate to press his gun right to its eye and blow up the head of the...tail. “Whoo! Still got it!”

While several of the kids quickly understood their enemies, others were left a little perplexed. Sienna was one of these people. “Uhhh I know Remnant is a big place, but since when do grimm look like roaches?” She stuttered.

The question got many to take a glance. Yep, roaches, but not the small kind. These roaches looked on par with the size of house cats. The black insects with bone white wings scattered around the floor. Several stood on two legs while grinding their human-like teeth together that made a shrill noise Sienna found personally irritating. The only Kovu alone seemed to grasp that situation.

“Don’t run! Walk in big circle! They’ll be huddled up that way!” He shouted. Sienna followed his instructions without question. The heard of roaches began following her on two legs while the others reached outward.

“Ohhh don’t like that!” Sienna looked at Kovu with a look that said, “what I’m the actual hell” very apparently. “Kovu-”

“They’re called Feasters. Do not let them swarm you and do not run! They will get on all of their legs and be much faster. Also don’t jump! They fly; just whack them with your chain.”

Sienna did just that. “I hate this I hate this I hate this, they’re so many! And that stupid noise!!!! Agh, my ears!” She winced. A second of stopping prompted the infestation to lunge at her like a wave. Sienna quickly tumbled backwards and kept walking. The last thing she wanted was for those things to take a bite of her. All things considered though, this was manageable. The benefit of no semblance she supposed. “How we looking everyone?”

“Peachy!” Veronica yelled, rider kicking a Tar Maw, a voracious gator like grimm that had a bond white back with black carvings. It’s red eyes glared and the tar black underside dripped like a leaky faucet. The sixteen foot beast opened its gaping mouth, hurling up grimm fluid before diving into it and through the ground subsequently; as it the dirt itself has become as flowing as water. Veronica phased through the ground to try and hit it from underneath but was shocked to see the beast diving down for her. Along with two more smaller but equally dangerous Tar Maws. Quickly, Veronica shot upward through the ground and into the air to barely avoid the the creatures that burst through the ground almost as forceful as her.

“As if one wasn’t enough.” Veronica snarled. Her body rolled forward midair to deliver a swift axe kick to one of the grimm’s hid, knocking it into the others. “I think Summer and I finally agree on something! I miss breakfast tests!”

“Glad you see it my way...” Summer groaned, watching a Arma Gigas rise. She looked over to her brother’s section to see the same exact expression of annoyance. Of course he had one as well. Nick looked at her as if she could do anything about it. “I know, it sucks.”

“Royally.” He added. Nick armed himself with Mort Froide and placed 15 upright ice glyphs around it in a diamond formation. His next move was summoning a gigas blade in his left hand before running towards the emerging knight that has yet to form from the shins down. With limited options it swung its blade which Nick proceeded to jump onto an continuing his charge towards its face. “I’ve killed one before. I can do it again!” Nick jumps at the face to slash it but is knocked back by a headbutt. Fully formed, the gigas bends its knees to prepare a jumping slash. However, blades of ice rockets out of the glyphs, wedging themselves between the knees and ankle armor space to stall movement long enough for Nick to recover. He runs his head and grunts, “Gah, okay. This one has a bet more heft. Noted...”

Valerie watched her two closest friends head off to fight their grueling challenge. “Always setting the pace.” She faced forward towards a fresh Nucklevee, free of any armor but still big enough to be a problem. “What, is this some kind of generational test? Too bad dad isn’t here. He’d love this!” Valerie leaped forward, twirling her battle axe before smashing it into the ground to break up the floor. “Can’t let move easily.” She leaped again.

The Nucklevee shot it’s arms out into the crushed floor and then upwards, it’s hands full of rocks. They flew up and over Valerie before crushing the rubble. A cloud of dirt and debris rain down and struck her back, throwing her balance off. Both arms came plummeting downwards to wrap her up and slammed them into the earth.

“It’s thinking!? But it’s new!” Valerie struggled trying to break free of the elastic grasp. “Huh?” She looked up to see the horse mouth exhale a plume of black smoke along the floor and headed right to her. “That’s not good...” through pure strength and will, Valerie got to her feet and started pulling with all her might. The arms wiggled and where dragged up from the ground but would not break. The fog crawled closer and closer until the edges of it began stinging her skin on her ankles like fire. “Gah! Aw screw it!” She yelled, taking a deep breath and releasing the tension of her struggling. Her entire body slingshotted forward through the smoke and to the best, striking it with a double kick to the skeleton like face. It’s arms finally loosened enough for her to escape. She went to sever an arm until the beast turned around and struck her with it’s massive hind hooves. Val tumbled back and onto her legs. A strange numbness and pain resided in her ankles. Moving felt...odd. Valerie looked up to see the fog continue to spread and the beast beginning to charge. “Tsk..” Maybe it was best her father wasn’t here after all?.

In a other section, a much better circumstance was taking place for Lucas. The man effortlessly weaved around the onslaught of razor sharp feathers, bouncing some back to clip the Nevermore wings that sent them. It helped, but only a little considering he was dealing with an entire flock. Multiple enemies that used a wind ranging attack with multiple projectiles. Quite the headache for one who sees the future. So he did what he always did, not even try.

“One thing at a time Lucas. This moment, right now.” He said to himself as more feathers rained. He transformed his blade into a whip and began flailing it to deflect only what he could see and hear coming his way. The moment he found an opening he would swimg the whip around the bird’s neck and yank it down for him to cleave it. A simple strategy, effective. However, it was time consuming. Not a problem for him specifically, but his mind could only think about the people around him. He hadn’t been paying close attention to all of them, but the screaming grimm he could hear outside his zone let him know they weren’t all getting lucky in this test. “EVERYONE OKAY!?”

“NO!” Aero cried as he crashed to the ground, his wings covered in webs. The flexed it off the best he could while avoiding Soul Suckers, enormous spider grimm that had a real bad habit of draining aura and turning people into soulless husks that were robbed of will. Seven of the bastards shot dense web at him in an attempt to do just that. Aero spread his wings and slammed them towards the ground, rocketing himself upward with one powerful flap. “I AM NOT EQUIPPED FOR THESE!”

“They have spider grimm!?” Lucas said with concern. “That’s just sadistic...”

“You’re telling me!?” Aero looked over to Mona’s section, who was dealing with a single Goliath. Her spry nature allowed her to maneuver around its legs, quickly attacking. Unfortunately she was up against a Goliath. Simple daggers might as well be paper cuts. “You hanging in there Mona!?” He asked before having to dodge more webs.

“Worry about yourself Bird Boy!” She yelled sprinting. Mona went into a one armed hand spring onto its trunk and rolled onto its back, sliding down it with her dagger running through it shallowly before hitting armored bone; killing her momentum and hurting her shoulders. “Shit!” She winced. She yanked her blade out and jumped off as the Goliath’s trunk tried grabbing her. “Uuuggh this big bitch might as well be made of clay!” She pulled out her second dagger and took one giant lunge that sent her flying like a bullet. Mona began spinning like a sideways buzz saw as she went by the grimm’s left and right leg, making an average size gash. Not enough to cripple it but enough to piss it off.

The thief couldn’t stop her speed correctly and ended up tumbling along the ground and barely missing a tree. Her head buzzed loudly and her vision blurred enough to not realize the two ton monster charging until it was severely feet away. “Oh f-” she tried blocking. The tusks were aimed right for her blades but suddenly, her entire body was shot up in the air and away from the attack. “Aaah! What the heck!?”

“Stop screaming!”

Mona was spun around to see Eliza hovering with the power of wind. “How the- you finished!?”

“Yeah I had those gross centipedes and a couple annoying alphas with majors as well.” Eliza said. She causally pointed behind her to a zone charred beyond belief. “My semblance was useless so I had to go all out from the start. Guess you’re in a similar situation? Let’s waste this thing.”

“Hmm you’re lucky I like the way you look. I’ll take you up on that, not that needed help.”

“Whatever you say. Maybe I should’ve checked in with Kovu!” She looked his way. “But considering with Carmine said I’m sure his challenge-”

“oPeN UuuP...” gurgled a cold, torn voice. One that reached all ears, freezing grimm and human alike. It came from Kovu’s section. There the young man sat pinned and shaken up. Nothing but the dust barrier against his back and his own bubble-like barrier in front of it, constructed from his golden aura. The thing gnawing it, a very big and very aggressive Hound. It’s teeth grated against the aura, barely cracking it but cracking it nonetheless. “oPeN UuuP...”

Kovu’s face dripped sweat. His arms were completely stiff from trying to maintain his gaurd. “Guys, I don’t want to sound needy, but...” he grunted.

Several of his friends began working harder on their matches. Yujin and Veronica in particular had a fire lit inside them to make sure Kovu would be okay.

“Hang on Kovu!” Yujin yelled. “Just give me a bet of time and-”

“I thought you wanted to be a huntsman?” Carmine interjected, gaining Kovu’s attention. “I thought you wanted to try and catch up to me, but you’re asking for help this quickly? Not only that, but now you’ve caused others to worry more about you which could make them rush and make a mistake that’ll be disastrous. Hmm, I thought better of you than that.” She said bluntly.

He said nothing. Veronica on the other hand. “Hey!” She had a few words. “Isn’t that your cousin!? You of all people should be-”

“Worried?” Carmine finished. “I’m not saying I’m not, but I’m more worried about the thing behind me, I’m case none of you payed attention.” Carmine looked over her shoulder to the massive grimm pool that all but filled the entire area and continued to flow.

Of course nobody else noticed. It wasn’t big enough to caste a shadow over them all until this moment. Once again eyes looked to see the danger but it was their ears that heard it before anything else. A deafening roar that shook the ground like a disaster. Carmine fully turned around to look at her opponent. It was cruel. Downright evil to the letter. What could she have possibly done to earn-

“Leviathan!?” Tenzen yelled.

“I know right? It’s ridiculous.” Carmine said, a bead of sweat running down her head. “I rather switch with Jacquelyn.”

“Hehe, is that a fact?” She laughed nervously, witnessing the creation of a fully realized dragon staring her down as the shook off excess fluid. Yet another huge thing that nobody but Carmine was aware of apparently because they were once again floored. Not necessarily at the beasts even though they were scary, but because that was two people’s test!”

Yujin looked briefly at Carmine in awe. “You can take down Leviathan!?”

“What? Hell no! Are you crazy!?” Carmine said, unapologetically. “That thing is a kingdom killer! Look it’s flattering that you all seem to think I’m super badass but you do know I’m one person right?”

“Well when you say it like that I sound stupid. Didn’t Ruby beat one of those?” Yujin said, dodging.

“My mother flashed her eyes while a giant robot sucker punched it with a drill. Her eyes didn’t even do much but make it stuck for three seconds. Nobody just beats a Leviathan!” Carmine brandished her sword to face it. Her eyes looked back towards to see her cousin still struggling. “....Did you all know Kovu has never beaten me in a fight? He’s always been a pretty average fighter. That being said, I could never knock him out or keep him down for long. He’s resilient as hell. Almost like surviving is his special talent.”

“Carmine...” Kovu uttered.

“Surviving doesn’t mean winning. I’m definitely not about to win this and I doubt Jacquelyn over there is coming up with a grand slam plan to solo a dragon. Buying time though, I can do that all day.” The leviathan shot out a breath of immense flames. Carmine dove out of the way immediately. “Do not make me do this all day. I’m tired. Twenty minutes at best. More than enough time for anyone to lend a hand and then some, right?” Without another word, she got to work.

Carmine was an odd ball. If she had said anything like that to a stranger, it may have come off as rambling. But those around her in this test, they got the girl’s message. Kovu most of all, while Jacquelyn understood from the start given her enemy. Twenty minutes. Nobody was to aid her for that long or to worry. Carmine had temporarily removed herself the equation. One less thing for other’s to worry about.

“Twenty one.” Kovu said. “I got this mutt right where I want him for twenty one minutes.” Sure he was being optimistic, but this barrier bursting wasn’t game over right away. Like Carmine said, he was resilient.

Jacquelyn couldn’t help but smile. Part of it was the touching pep talk. The other was nervousness because no way was she about to put herself before kids. “Ah what the hell. I’m the winter maiden. A badass one at that. Thirty.” Her eyes glowed.

“Of course they want to out do me” Carmine chuckled. Alright everyone, nothing fancy! Those who know they can win, will. All others, do this test, survive!

Finally the stage was set. Everyone was on track. “Right!!!”

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xmagicxshopx · 6 years ago

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Kill Me, Save Me - Prologue

Genre: Fantasy Adventure, Romance, Comedy Rating: PG-13 Warnings: brief smut and light swearing Pairing: Jungkook x reader, Jimin x oc, Taehyung x oc Notes: pirate!bts au. Not idol!bts. Same goes for EXO. Single quote marks ‘ ‘ are for thoughts and double “ “ are for talking. Additional Notes: So I personally don’t swear or curse so writing some of this was awkward for me. XD

Summary: You’re not just one of the seven legendary pirate lords, but you’re also the captain of the only all-female pirate crew to sail the seven seas. You’ve spent years pillaging and plundering. But now your time is up. A curse. There’s only one thing that can save you. A great treasure. But what happens when Bangtan are after the very same thing?

SERIES MASTERLIST

“Well look who’s here. Decided to stop by, did you?”

“Go away, V. I’m not in the mood.”

“So to what do I owe the greatest pleasure of having your lovely presence in my tavern?”

The raven haired female groaned audibly in annoyance as she sat there hunched over with a glass half full in her hand. No one knew her real name but she went by Crow. She earned the nickname because of her beautiful long black hair and the way it was styled and cut.

Right now all she wanted to do was fly away. The male beside her, who went by V, never failed to get on her last nerve. Even his nickname ticked her off. He claimed it meant V for Victory. Pfft. As if. With a roll of her eyes, the female knocked back the rest of her drink only to have the annoying owner so very kindly order her another round. He once again tried to start up conversation.

“Where’s your captain?”

“Find Jungkook and you’ll probably find her.”

“And Sunny?”

“Probably off somewhere with Jimin. Who knows. I’m not their keeper.”

“My my. Someone’s awfully cranky tonight.”

“You make me cranky, V.”

“Ouch. I’m hurt.”

“Not sorry.”

The two pirates sat there in silence but it didn’t last nearly long enough for Crow’s liking. She wanted to scream in frustration when his annoying voice sounded in her ear once more.

“So then you’re probably not gonna share any gossip with me?”

“If you’re referring to the map, my lips are sealed. I’m not betraying my captain like that.”

“Come on, babe. Betrayal is such a strong word. And besides, I’d protect you from her girly wrath.”

“You underestimate us, V. How very foolish of you.”

“Not budging are you?”

“Nope.”

“Soooo.....then that’s probably a no on the sex too, right?”

Needless to say, Crow made that last drink he ordered for her count. For as she so casually walked towards the exit to his tavern, she couldn’t help but smirk back at his dumbfounded expression; hair dyed a peachy color falling in his face and over his perfectly circular glasses (that he didn’t even need mind you). Drenched in his own alcohol.

The Black Crow was no pushover.

Meanwhile.......

“Just----”

A thrust causing your back to hit the door particularly hard.

“Tell me----”

Another delicious thrust that had you moaning while you clawed at his clothed back.

“Where it----”

A thrust that had you seeing stars in front of your eyes and a scream of his name to fall from your lips.

“Is!”

However, no matter how good Jungkook was, you weren’t about to give in just because of some steamy sex. A quickie. It was always a quickie with him. Not that you minded. Sex was sex; simple as that. Just a raw good time that left both parties feeling amazing. A win-win for all. But it never stopped the young male from using it against you to get other things he wanted.

“I’m not----”

A moan cut you off when he started rubbing figure eights on your clit. Dear god he was killing you now. Knowing all your weak spots after so many.....escapades.

“Telling you----”

A particularly loud cry of pleasure turned your voice hoarse as you suddenly threw your head back to where it collided with the door. He was now attacking not only your bundle of nerves, but now the sweet spot on your neck.

“Shit!”

And suddenly, Jungkook stilled and the rum cellar grew silent. Of course aside from the mixture of heavy breathing. It was true, while V and Crow were up on the main floor of the tavern, Jungkook and yourself had slipped away from the drunken crowd and rushed for the closest door. The rum cellar.

This had been going on for quite a few years now. Running into each other, hooking up, then going back to hating each other’s guts. You were on opposite sides. Enemies. You had your crew and he had his. Granted Jungkook wasn’t the captain but still.

“Was that ‘shit’ as in ‘holy shit Jungkook fuck me harder’ or were you literally telling me you’re not gonna tell me shit?”

“What do you think, genius? Now keep going. I’m almost there.”

“What makes you think I’m gonna let you finish?”

“What makes you think I can’t finish myself?”

You smirked and clenched your walls around his member with purpose; jerking a moan out of him. He always felt so good inside you. He was the perfect length and size. Despite being enemies, the two of you fit together like perfect puzzle pieces. But you were starting to get frustrated with your partner. His stilled hips causing you to lose that high you were so very close to reaching.

“Move, Jeon.”

“Tell me where the map is first.”

“Never.”

Sex had now turned into a glaring contest. Jungkook having parked you up against the door to the cellar with your arms and legs around him; his length buried inside you to the hilt. Your walls squeezing around him; silently pleading him to move and continue. The both of you were only half dressed but Jungkook swore one of these days he would properly bed you. Pfft. Yeah right. Fat chance of that happening.

“You’re lucky you feel so good around my cock, Captain.”

And just like always, you got what you wanted.

Meanwhile.......

Two young souls hid in the shadows of a cove just a few feet away from where your ship was parked. Their heads were together to where foreheads were touching. Hands reaching up and fingers entwining with a loving touch. Soft whispers were exchanged meant only for each other to hear.

“I missed you so much, Sunny. It feels like it’s been ages.”

“I know, Jiminnie. I missed you too. I thought about you every day.”

“And I thought of you. Hoping and wishing to see you again. What brings you here anyway?”

“I’m not gonna pretend that I know what goes on in that head of the Captain’s but I have a pretty good guess.”

The two chuckled as their theory remained silent. But Jimin understood all the same. It didn’t matter to him what the reason was for this blessed visit. He just wanted to make the most of it. For the girl in front of him was his whole world.

Shame they rarely got to see each other.

“I wish we didn’t have to be enemies.”

“I know......I hate it. Why can’t we all just get along? Share the sea and all it’s treasures?”

“We both know it doesn’t work that way, beautiful.”

Sunny’s frown was so deep that it caused her face to wrinkle. But in Jimin’s eyes, she was always beautiful. No matter what. He hair could have been messy from sea water and everything else but no matter what, she was absolutely gorgeous. Lifting her hand up to press gentle kisses to her knuckles, he spoke softly yet sadly,

“We don’t have much time left. I should get back before they start looking for me.”

“It feels like we just got here. I don’t want to say goodbye so soon.”

“Hey hey. It’s okay. We’ll see each other again soon. Yeah?”

He hated seeing her cry. The whole reason her name was Sunny was because she was like a ray of sunshine. Literally. Wherever she went, it was like the sun itself was shining. So naturally it killed him to see any kind of tears falling down her beautiful face. Holding her close, he soon started peppering butterfly kisses all over her face to try and help dry up the tears as well as make her giggle.

And it worked.

After tying up ‘loose ends’ and restocking on a bit of supplies, the girls were all back on the ship with the rest of the crew. All females. It made your chest swell with pride. This was your ship and your crew. You built everything from the ground up. Found the baddest, toughest women out there. Well most of them. Sunny was your soft spot. But there was no way you were going to get rid of her. No. She was precious to you in every way. You loved every member of your crew.

You stood in your Captain’s Quarters with Crow standing behind you. Crow was your first mate and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Staring at yourself in the elegant full length mirror, you couldn’t help but take in all the hickies Jungkook had left on your neck and collarbone areas. He was a biter but so were you.

“So he still doesn’t know the map was right under his nose?”

“Nope. V doesn’t know, right?”

“Never said a word.”

“Good.”

Crow couldn’t help but frown in sadness as she stared at her captain’s bare back. It took up her whole backside. A tattoo of a treasure map to an outsider, but to anyone who knew about it, a curse. Her captain’s curse. Something she was born with. It was the female’s voice full of command that had Crow snapping out of her sad thoughts.

“Read it again for me....please.”

“It says we need to head west.”

“Then we’re sailing west.”

#pirate!bts #pirate!jungkook #pirate!kook #bts #jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #jimin x oc #taehyung x oc #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #kpop fanfic #kpop fanfiction #s;killmesaveme

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bunnis-babes · 5 years ago

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Oc living moods just means its inspo time. Whats ur oc??

I have no idea when you sent this and I’m so sorry. But like, every hour is an OC loving mood for me so I’m just gonna answer this now. Also this is going to be a lot, but feel free to share your OCs with me too.

My most recent OC is a villain(??) kind of. Her story runs a lot deeper than her just being a villain, but she starts as one. I don’t really have a set info chart for my OC so I just stole the first one I saw on google. (Don’t worry I credit them at the end)

(Here’s a poorly lit and made pic of her, made by yours truly.)

Name: Hanasaku Itami

Nicknames/Aliases: Schatz, which mean treasure in German. It was a nickname her brothers had given to her, one that she cherished, and because of that chose as her alias.

Gender: Female. She/Her

Age: 15

Birthday: March 20th

Sexuality: Demisexual/Bisexual.

Height: 5’7”

Weight: 118lbs

Hair Color: A dirty blonde color, you can hardly tell it is blonde.

Eye Color: Brown

Skin Color: Peachy, a little sickly looking, but not extremely pale.

Looks: ^^^

Occupation: Villain/Hero in training (later on)

|Relationships|

Parent(s): Rosalina and Matsuo Itami. Her relationship with her father was better than with her mother, but both were cold to her after she developed her quirk. She resents them for what they did to her, how they made her feel. Both are deceased.

Sibling(s): Hotarou and Mashihiro Itami. She was very close to her brothers when they were young - the three of them were practically inseparable until her quirk developed. She does not hold their behavior against them, even if it hurt her. Both are deceased.

Friend(s): Is close with Himiko and Twice, because they understand her and her feelings better than anyone else in the league. The dekusquad take her in when she inevitably joins UA. And her closest ‘friend’ is her vision of a small fox creature named Mochi and a bunny named Tsukki. He is the nicest ‘monster’ her mind has created for her.

Romantic Interest(s): I’m not sure on this yet, but I’m thinking someone like Izuku or Kirishima would be who she has a crush on.

Other(s): Aizawa is the one who saved her from the league, and she tends to lean toward him when she needs help with visions or when her quirk spirals out of control - seeing as he’s the only one who could help them. She gets along well with Present Mic, he’s one of the only people who can handle her twitching and sudden changes in mood. All Might is someone she has trust issues with, most of the big name heroes make her uncomfortable and she really hates being around them because she feels they are “Faking their heroism.” She also really likes messing with Katsuki.

Pet(s): Do Mochi and Tsukki count?

|Hero/Villain Details|

Hero/Villain Name: Schatz

Costume: (You can’t really see it in the image) It’s an oversized hoodie that goes down to her mid thigh, has a purple and orange theme. One sleeve is purple, half of the hood is purple, and half of the hoodie is purple the rest is orange. She wears mismatching knee/thigh-high socks and beat up untied converse.

Motivations: The ‘monsters’ tell her she needs to take revenge on the heroes and citizens for what they did to her. While her heart wants her to help others in need. Her conscious is usually torn, but the ‘monsters’ typically win overall.

Quirk: Schitzophrenia

Abilities: It allows for her to transfer the voices/visions and monsters in her head to the real world. The monsters will listen to her word, but have free will to do as they wish.

Moves: She doesn’t name them, but each ‘monster’ has what is essentially its own quirk. So each has its own moveset, and that’s too much to list.

Weaknesses: When in her head, the ‘monsters’ have more control of her thoughts and actions and torment her easily. Yet when they are in the real world she has less control of what they do to others. Each monster is based on a fear a memory or a emotion, and they can come and go, but every monster is replaced with another. The only way to relieve herself of a monster totally is to get over fears/emotions.

Other Abilities: She’s very good at hand to hand combat, and carries around a small round stick. When she taps the stick three times it shifts into a scythe, which she is very skilled at using. She’s very well trained in lying and manipilating people, but prefers not to do so when she has full control of herself.

|Statistics|

Power: 2/5

Speed: 4/5

Technique: 5/5

Intelligence: 3/5

Cooperativeness: 1/5

|Backstory|

Hanasaku Itami was born to her German mother Rosalina and Japanese father Matsuno Itami. She is the youngest of three siblings, and had a relatively normal childhood, other thanher mother being particularly harsh on her. When she developed her quirk at 5, things went downhill quickly as she also developed schitzopreania with it. Her father and siblings tried to help her by themselves, but she was a handful, having episodes frequently and her monsters attempting to attack the family. Her mother made the decision to send her away to a “quirk correctional facility” one that dealt with people like her a lot. There she was dealt with in unsafe and inhalant ways, seeing as it was one of the cheapest ones since her parents could afford no more. She broke out easily, several times, with the help of her monsters. She was sent back to her family, as she was deemed unhelpable, and it was then she realized she was alone. Her brothers isolated her, her mother called her names and screamed at her, and her father distanced himself from her. She stayed with them for years after, until she was around 8 or 9, when her father snapped at her and said she was unwanted; she was “tearing this family apart.” Something in her snapped, and she let the monsters loose, willingly. They killed her parents, her siblings, ransacked the home until there was nothing or anyone left recognizable. Then she ran... right into All For Ones hands. She was raised and trained sepearately from Shigaraki, seeing as he was older than her, but she knew of him and he of her. She was one of the first members of the league, but never found herself close to Shigaraki. She stuck where she was, thinking it was her only way to live, the only way she could be happy. Time passed, the leauge grew, and she found herself feeling empty; like she had nor purpose but to follow routine. Then She was assigned to a mission, one that would change her view so suddenly it scared her more than the monsters. She was supposed to attack UA’s training camp, nab up that Bakugou Kid, and then leave. But she saw these students, genuinely good people suffering, and suddenly the monsters in her head were quiet. Her mission did not matter, she did not want to hurt these heroes - or anyone for that matter - the same way she had been hurt so much. And so she helped, for once she did something she wanted to do, and she was happy. That same night she found herself with two little monsters, Mochi and Tsukki, who were kind and fun and didn’t terrify her. She was taken in by police, and promptly handed off to the heroes as she refused to cooperate with anyone other than those who were present that night. (This is rough and all I’ve got for now, Sorry)

|Trivia|

She’s actually super sweet and good at heart, but her monsters have pretty much take control of her completely so she’s not like that almost at all.

The only time she can take completely control are when her own emotions about a specific thing are especially strong. The best example of this is at the training camp.

Her most prominent monsters names are Iris (Paranoia), Mr.Smiles (Depression), Mochi (Joy), Tsukki (Peace), Mrs. Headstrong (Guilt/Anger/Her mother). There are more but they are the most notable, as they are some of the few she’s given names to.

The monsters made her eat a heart, and have made her do it almost everytime they make her kill a person. She feels incredibly guilty afterwards.

No one in the leauge is aware of her internal battles, as they only ever see the side of her influenced by the monsters.

She lives under constant monitoring from the hero’s after the training arc, most likely not in a facility, as she will outright refuse to go back to one.

She is very stubborn, but is willing to try and get better when not under the influence of her monsters.

(Credit to - RosenThorns (Deviantart) - for blank profile *Warning! Do not remove!*)

That’s all I have! She isn’t very fleshed out yet, I’m still working on her, but this is what I’ve done with what the creator of this gave me. Now I have school in the morning so I’m gonna knock tf out.

#river rambles #potassium #mha #bnha #mha oc #bnha oc #oc #original character

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planets-and-prose · 6 years ago

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Eleven Questions

I was tagged by the lovely @cvrmillas (thank you so much you always make my entire day <3)! I’ll tag @violetcancerian @imaghostwriter @blitz-spirit-and-foray, @kipskiff and anyone else who wants to do it! (I’m not sure who of y’all from the discord like being tagged in tag games)

My Questions

1. What’s your favorite genre to read? How about to write?

2. What trope will you defend to the death?

3. Name one thing that gets you invested in a character in minutes

4. Do your OC’s have anything in common with each other? How about with you?

5. Do you play any video games? Have the plots of any of those influenced your writing?

6. Do you have a style? Describe it.

7. What would be the best compliment you could get as a writer?

8. What is one of your favorite reviews that you’ve ever gotten?

9. Do you give thought to your character’s zodiac signs/other astrological alignments?

10. Summarize your WIP (or a WIP of yours/AU of yours) using only the 1,000 most used words (link here!) [Skip this one if you want lol, I just got the idea and it made me laugh]

11. Would you be able to dress like any of your OC’s? Which is closest to your sense of fashion and which is furthest?

Questions Asked Of Me

1. Is there any genre you want to try writing but haven’t yet?

I sort of want to try writing more historical fiction type stuff? But I get interested in super niche areas of history, and I don’t know if the scope of research would really gel with what I enjoy.

2. Besides books, poetry, literature in general, what other media inspires your writing?

Video. Games. I love some really really good video game plots and I absolutely am not above playing one and being like “that. that. I want to write THAT.”

3. How do you create your oc’s? Are there any who are inspired by people you know or characters that you like?

I give them my traumas I never write OC’s inspired by people I know--that kind of weirds me out because then I have trouble distinguishing between the OC and them, if that makes sense. Mostly, I like to pick a character trope and then do my own spin on it, I guess? Honestly I mostly develop them as I write, once I write their intro, they start doing their own thing and I am cool with it, it helps it feel more organic.

4. If your oc is from a fantasy/scifi world, how do you think they would live in our world? If they are from our world, do you think they could survive in a fantasy/scifi world?

OK, let’s go through ALL of them.

Anura and Dawn would not do good in our world since like. Specialized physiology and all that jazz, and people thinking of them as freaks. We can’t even deal with people of different ethnicities/religions/sexualities etc, I can’t imagine how much people would lose their shit over a plant person and a glowy bean.

Morgan would miss piloting a LOT. They’d probably have a pilot’s license for airplanes but it wouldn’t be the same.

Sellia and Sergei would both do pretty well, but would hate not having their prosthetics.

Henry would be peachy keen (aside from worried about Dawn).

5. Are there certain types of characters you’re drawn to when reading or watching a show or film? Do these character types make their way into your own writing or do you write different types of characters?

The gay ones Seriously though, I really like characters with interesting representation. Asexual characters most of all (since I’m ace and wanna see people like me). And heck yes they make their way into my writing. I really rarely write straight white men.

6. Is there a book that you wish you wrote? What about it makes you wish you wrote it?

My favorite book, I Am The Messenger by Markus Zusak. The style is BEAUTIFUL and the message is so inspiring and profound. It’s one of those books that made me think differently and I loved it.

7. What’s the last book that you read? Has it influenced your current writing in any way?

Lol, the last book I read was The Sound Of The Mountain by Kawabata Yasunari for my Japanese literature class. So no, it hasn’t.

8. Are there any writeblr’s who influence or inspire you to keep writing?

I love @imaghostwriter for all their lovely positivity! Same with @cvrmillas! @quilloftheclouds and their worldbuilding also inspire me! And I love @crypticsx and their consistent posting about their process!

9. Besides writing, what other hobbies do you have?

I play video games, knit, do nail art, read, sketch some. Nothing super exciting lol

10. Do you think you would be friends with your oc’s? Are there any oc’s you dislike but would be friends with, or any that you like but think you wouldn’t be friends with?

I haven’t created a ton of OC’s that are distinctly bad people, so I could probably be friends with most of them. Sellia though has SO MUCH personality, so I don’t know if I could keep up with her lol

11. Your oc’s are in a band: what instrument would they play? Who would be the lead singer?

Oh gosh, oh gosh. I have exactly NO idea. Dawn has the nicest singing voice, so she would probably be the lead singer. She’s also the one who like. Radiates charisma at all times. Morgan would probably be the drummer, like constant support, Anura might assist Dawn with vocals or play like? Keyboard? Sellia and Sergei would do guitar. I honestly don’t know with Henry.

#tag game #about me #me #not writing

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siriuslytiff · 6 years ago

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Something In-between Ch. 3

Harry Potter Fic | Romance/Drama | Charlie/OC

She wouldn’t let him see her cry. He’d seen it plenty of times before – for multiple different reasons. He’d seen her cry tears of joy after winning the cup second year. He’d seen her cry angry tears when Snape had unfairly failed one of her essays. He’d seen her cry out of grief when she got a letter from home letting her know the passing of cousin she’d grown up with and was close to. He’d even let her cry on his shoulder that time while he rubbed her back, telling her everything was going to be fine. But she wasn’t going to let him see her cry because of him.

Read on FF.net or Ao3 or HPFF

Start from the beginning here.

Graduation

The last of the puddings had just vanished from their plates after the year end feast when Professor Dumbledore stood to address the student body. A reverent hush fell over the crowd.

“Well,” the headmaster began, “Another year is done and finished. Congratulations again to our house cup winners – Slytherin.” A large cheer went up from the table across the hall.

“This year has seen many of you succeed – in both your academic and personal lives. Congratulations to all those who worked tirelessly this year for their O.W.L and N.E.W.T. exams. I speak for the entirety of our staff to say – well done. Now, we are about to embark on a new adventure – our summer holidays. I must urge each and every one of you to adhere to the standard wizarding laws we are all too aware of. We do so hope to see you all back next year.”

At this Dumbledore swept his eyes over the students, “That is except the number of you who’s time with us has unfortunately come to an end. I ask now for our seventh-year students to please, leave your tables and come stand here with me.”

Amelia and the other Gryffindors from her year all stood in unison and walked to the front of the hall where Professor McGonagall stood. She shook each of their hands and Amelia noticed the other heads of house doing the same. Professor Flitwick had a wide smile as he congratulated each of his graduates. Professor Sprout demanded a hug from every Hufflepuff that approached her. Even Professor Snape managed to look slightly less disgusted when his own students approached. When it was Amelia’s opportunity to approach her head of house she was surprised to find Professor McGonagall wrap her in a tight embrace.

“It has been an honor, Miss Rutledge,” Professor McGonagall said in her ear and Amelia felt tears sting her eyes as a lump developed in her throat.

“As is our tradition,” Professor Dumbledore continued, “Each house has chosen a representative to leave us with a few parting words. We start with our reigning house champions – Miss Merula Snyde from Slytherin.”

Amelia lost focus on what her fellow seventh years said – only catching glimpses. Merula spoke on striving for their end goal. She encouraged each student to do whatever it takes to get where they want to be. Penny Haywood from Hufflepuff spoke about fostering lasting relationships during their time at the school. She encouraged the students to find friends outside of their own house. Andre told a story about his fifth year when studying for his exams. He told the students that he agreed with his fellow students so far – work hard and make inter-house relations – but never forget who you are or compromise that.

And all too soon it was Amelia’s turn.

“I know most of my house is tired of hearing me speak at this point,” Amelia said and smiled all the brighter when she heard a “HERE HERE” from the Weasley twins. “And I promise this is the last time you’ll have to bear through it. There isn’t much left for me to say to you all that has not already been said by my friends here with me.” She smiled over at the other three – only Merula glared back.

“But there’s one last lesson I want to mention. There are going to be times in your life here and when you graduate that you make mistakes. Sometimes those mistakes are small and easy to overcome. Sometimes those mistakes are mountains and you’re going to hurt– you and others. There’s no point in lying to you all. There are going to be times when you hurt someone – be quick to recognize that and be swift to apologize. There is no shame in admitting you were wrong in a situation. The last thing I’ll leave you with is this – remember those times where you’ve messed up absolutely everything – and most important remember that you overcame it. Remember that there are still people on the other side that care about you and are cheering for you and maybe even sometimes they’ll throw a rope down the mountain and pull you up. When you find yourself looking at that mountain - remember what Merula said: Don’t give up. Remember what Penny said: Rely on your friends. Remember what Andre said: Stick to your values. And remember what I’ve said: Ask forgiveness.”

There was quiet in the hall for a beat and then Professor Flitwick began to clap in earnest – followed by the remainder of the hall. She received a few claps on the back from her fellow Gyffindors. She smiled brightly at her classmates and exchanged hugs as Professor McGonagall moved to the center aisle of the hall.

“Alright,” She said in a loud voice, “Seventh years, follow me.”

And with that they left the way they came.

Amelia found her way over to Aubrey who was already in tears. The two embraced and held hands as they walked towards the entrance as their classmates from all sides and staff behind them clapped and cheered.

Professor McGonagall didn’t stop walking once they hit the cool night air. She led them down the winding path straight to the docks where they were greeted by a waving half-giant and barking hound.

“Seventh years!” Hagrid called, “This way!”

Everything seemed to be moving entirely too fast and yet also in half speed. Before she knew it, she stood on the shore with the last few students to board boats. Somehow her and Aubrey had been separated in the shuffle. So Amelia’s boat consisted of Ravenclaws Andre Egwu and Talbot Winger in the front.

Leaving her and Charlie Weasley to take the back seats.

Talbot and Andre chatted amicably from the front – each talking about his upcoming plans. In contrast, it was silent in the rear of the boat. Charlie and Amelia both stared out over the Black Lake in opposite directions.

Amelia finally worked up the courage to talk with him but when she turned back to him it was to find him staring at her as well. Even in the pale moonlight she could see he’d turned red and looked as if something were about to explode out of him.

“Let me go first,” She said quietly, “I have hated almost every minute of this year. Not being able to talk to you and share what should have been the best year has been… well, it’s been shite. And I don’t know if you felt that way too but I’d like to try and go back to last summer and do a do over.”

Charlie’s face went from crimson to puce. She worried for a moment that he may actually pass out.

“You can’t even take your own advice, can you?!” he bellowed. And every person who was in boat turned to look at him. “You want to go back to last summer? There’s no going back, Amelia. We’ve said what we’ve said. We’ve done what we’ve done. Let’s just – let’s forget it and move on. You’re moving to London. I’m going to Romania in two days. What’s the point trying to take something back when you’ve clearly shown you moved on?”

“Charlie, please,” Amelia pleaded but she wasn’t sure what for.

“No, let’s not pretend, okay? You’re going to go off to your life and I’m going to go off to mine. And I swear – if you try and say anything else to me I’m going to throw myself over the side of this boat. Death by Giant Squid would be better than hearing you try to defend yourself.”

“Mate,” Andre cut in, turning around in his seat.

“Same goes for you, Egwu,” Charlie spat out, “It’s not like you’re an innocent party here.”

A stunned silence fell over the lake. A few minutes later she heard Hagrid ask from 30 feet or so behind them, “Everything a’right?”

“Peachy, Hagrid,” Charlie grumbled. Small, quiet conversations broke out in the other boats and Amelia resumed looking out over the lake.

Amelia had never been more thankful for the Prefect/Head Girl and Boy carriage. She sequestered herself in there and let herself cry. Andre came a while later. She told him to go – enjoy the ride home with his friends.

“You’re my friend, Ames,” he said gently as he rubbed her back. Andre would go on to make it his job to shoo away anyone else who tried to enter the carriage the entire way home.

Amelia looked longingly out the train window as trees passed by. She knew there was a break coming up with one last glimpse at Hogwarts. The last thing she saw of her sanctuary were the lights being dimmed in the Great Hall.

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dis-easedfairy · 7 years ago

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Impulsive Decision Pt.6

Female Path | Male Path

Chapter 6: Different Feelings

Warnings: Kidnapping | Mentions of Rape | Slight Smut (not really)

Genre: Poly!au, angst, fluff, eventual smut, yandere!au

Pairings: BTS x Reader / Kim Taehyung x Reader / Kim Seokjin x Reader / Jung Hoseok / OC x Reader / Park Jimin x Reader (just a lil bit)

Word Count: 5,654 (sorry got carried away!)

Summary: F/n is the owner of a very wealthy and successful company, Barnanby Inc. F/n attends a BTS show. They make a very impulsive decision to show a loophole in BTS’s security and end up kidnapping BTS and 2 girls. In a fit of panic F/n stashes BTS and the girls in a very luxurious bunker for the time being, but F/n’s world slowly starts to crumble the longer the boys are out of the public’s eye.

A/N: Sorry this took longer than it was supposed to. I’m going to start Pt.7 as soon as I can!

I woke up in what seemed like Jason’s apartment. The room was too bright and I’m sure I puked in the trash near me at some point. I pulled myself off the couch and stumbled to the bathroom. I was wearing black ripped jeans, a white t-shirt, black boots and my father's varsity jacket last night. I had it all on, but the boots weren’t tied right, my pants unzipped, my shirt stretched out. The only thing left untouched was my jacket, thank god.

I wasn’t sure where Jason was, but I turned on the shower and opened the window for fresh air. I began to peel off the clothes, examining the bruises on my neck, chest, arms, legs, thighs, and stomach. I felt an emotional detachment from the bruises, like it was no big deal. I untied my boots and pulled off my pants and socks. More bruises. I got in the shower and just hoped Jason went to the bunker.

After the shower, I wrapped a towel around my waist and took a shirt from Jason. I put on my clothes from last night and searched for my phone. I found it under the couch.

I headed to the company, went into my office and stood there like nothing happened.

Around lunch I got a call on my office phone. I picked it up as I worked on what it would take to expand to snacks.

“ Barnaby Inc. L/n F/n speaking.” I answered, getting out a pad and pen.

“F/n? What are you doing at the office!? Everyone is worried.” Jason’s voice rang through.

“Everyone? Who’s everyone?”

“Jin, Tae, Hobi, Seongmi, they were wondering why you didn’t come home! I came this morning and thought you’d get here and explain why I just found you laying on the ground by the river!”

“Listen I have a lot of work to-”

“Why do you sound emotionless?” Tae suddenly asked.

“Of course I’m on speakerphone. Just, don’t worry. I’m working. I’ll be home for dinner.” I lied, turning back to my computer.

“Did you eat lunch?” Hobi asked.

“I’ll order something later.”

“F/n, what happened last night?” Jin questioned softly.

“Honestly? I don’t remember, okay?”

“Are you sure you’re fine?” Jason pressed.

“Yes! Just peachy, would you like to know my blood type as well?” I snapped.

I sighed.

“I’m sorry. That was wrong of me, you all just care. I’ll be okay, I just need the day to myself.” I added.

I saw a few interns guiding two men in police uniforms to my office.

“I have to go! I’ll be home for dinner.” I hung up before they could respond and waved them in before the intern could knock.

“Hello, officers? What can I help you with?” I asked, leaning on my desk like I actually cared.

“We’re here regarding the kpop group BTS, you must have heard they’ve gone missing by now?” Officer #1 stated.

Officer #1 looked like he was in his late 30’s. Office #2, however, looked about my age, he was actually pretty hot.

“I have heard. It would be impossible not to. Why?” I questioned.

“The police department would like for you to run an announcement on leads or other police matters regarding the case. We had gone you your sister, Broadcasting, but she stated that you were fully in charge of finalizing everything.”

What a way to throw me under the bus, Jillian.

I frowned.

“Well, that’s regarding advertisement and lower budget animations. I don’t see why she didn’t let you run it. If you give it to me, I’ll be sure to have it broadcasted and give you the schedule in when it runs. ” I promised, writing when I felt the announcement should be scheduled.

“Thank you, Miss. L/n. That would be greatly appreciated.” Office #1 sighed in relief as he handed me the papers and a USB.

“Where were you when BTS went missing?” Officer #2 quickly asked, earning a look from Officer #1.

I looked up to meet his gaze.

“With my family. We’re trying to expand to video games so we’ve been very busy here. I was supposed to go to the event but I chose to work instead, I sold my ticket to a random person online and that was that. I heard it was a good show…not considering the aftermath.” I didn’t miss a beat or falter.

Officer #2 only nodded, dropping his gaze to the floor. I was praying they didn’t check my bank account. I did use my credit card to buy the everyone things, I used cash. They would see that I was using a lot more money than usual though.

I finished the makeshift schedule and signed the bottom of the paper and handed it to Officer #1.

“This is roughly when the announcements should come out, I signed it so your higher-ups will know it’s legit. I’ll be sure to call to tell you the exact times and or if anything changes.”

After the police left I called in an order for lunch, making sure I ate. As I was waiting I foolishly looked at my phone gallery.

The pictures I didn’t want to see.

The videos that were disgusting.

The recordings that made me actually queasy.

I threw my phone across the room. I hated that phone and everything in it. I gathered my things and on the way out I get out a frustrated sigh. I walked over to the shattered phone and picked it up. I decided to pick up lunch and finally face everyone at the bunker.

As soon as I got out the car my heart started racing and I knew I had to get in there, say what I needed to and get away from everyone as soon as I could. I quickly unlocked the vault door and pinched in the dial code. I went as quick as I could to the double doors and was relieved to see them all gathered around the kitchen island. I grabbed the magnetic pad off the fridge and a pen that was nearby.

Dog. Cloud. Moon. Stars. Rain. Cat.

I pulled out the vault key and slammed it on top of the note as my chest felt tighter. I took my phone out my pocket and put it on the counter so I could get my keys from the same pocket and added it to the pile.

“You’re all free to leave tomorrow morning.” I announced, making everyone’s eyes widen,

“F/n, you can’t be se-” I cut Jason off by holding my hand out.

“The longer you are all gone the worse everything will get. I… I’m an emotional wreck right now. Right now there is so much hitting me right now, but tomorrow I’ll be completely numb. So here is the dial code and the key to the vault. I’m sure Jason won’t mind driving you, just make up a story for him please.” I started quickly as I could feel and hear my heart going a million miles a minute.

“No! Not yet, F/n! At least wait until this partnership goes through!” Jason begged.

“No! It’s not right, Jason!” I argued as I felt a heaviness on my chest as it tightened up.

“What happened last night!? Why is your phone shattered!? And why did you never pick up when I called you on it!?” Jason demanded.

“Who fucking cares about this fucked up phone!?” I grabbed my phone and threw it in an empty island drawer so no one saw or talked about it.

The room was dead silent.

“You’re free tomorrow. I figured you’d all be happy.” I struggled a little to breathe with a sad smile as tears started to form in my eyes.

I quickly left the room and found an empty unfurnished bedroom and sat on the floor as I felt my throat start to close up. I pulled my knees to my chest as my breathing became labored. I wasn’t sad, but a choked sob came from my chest as tears began to gather more.

I woke up to the sound of the door opening harshly. The light from the hallway was bright. I just saw a figure at the door.

“Why didn’t you tell anyone?” The person growled.

“Wha-?”

Jimin closed the door behind him and flicked on the lights. He walked closer to me. His face was twisted with pure anger, but he had tears in his eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell anyone!? Why didn’t you go to the police!?” He almost shouted.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

Jimin pulled my shattered phone out his pocket.

“I figured out the password. I saw it all! They said their names in the videos, F/n! Those dumbasses showed their faces! You have solid evidence! You have proof that they raped you and yet you sit here doing nothing! Here! Look! ” Jimin got my phone and pulled up a video, holding it close to my face.

I hit his arm away, looking in the opposite direction.

“You’re seriously going to let these disgusting human beings walk around with no punishment!? What if they try to do it to someone else!? What if they come for you again because they think you’re compliant by not telling!?”

“What do you expect me to do!? Eighty percent of the police don’t care, Jimin! Not for my family at least! They will do less than they can! They don’t care what evidence you have that will prove I’m a victim! The fact that I kidnapped 9 people will also be found out if I tell! Jason isn’t out of the woods yet for me to do that!” I shouted back.

“No one deserves that! You don’t deserve that!” Jimin began to pace.

“Linza thinks so.” I spit coldly, making Jimin freeze.

“I mean if I go to the police, I’d be a hypocrite.” Jimin’s eyes widened.

“No! You won’t be! You’re not a rapist!” He suddenly sounded hurt.

“Says who? What if Tae, Jin, Hobi, and Seongmi fell into my ‘sick game’.”

“Stop! I’m sorry okay!? You’re not a rapist! You’re just a girl who got sca-”

“A psychotic fan who isn’t sure of their sexuality.”

“Stop!”

“That’s what I was when Linza tried to pin me down to the bed! That’s what I was when you held a knife to my back right!? Let’s keep it that way!”

Jimin shook his head rapidly.

“I’m sorry I didn’t stand up for yo-” I cut him off.

“I don’t get why you suddenly care about what happens to me. This isn’t the first time this happens, and with my luck, it may not be the last!” I stood up and began to push Jimin out the room.

“Go tell Linza, I bet she’s just dying to see the videos since she wanted to do the same. I’d bet you’d defend her if she tried again.” I snapped.

Jimin whirled around and grabbed my upper arms.

“No! I promise I won’t defend her anymore! She’s sick! I won’t even look her direction if you don’t want me to! Just tell the police, F/n! They can’t get away with this!” Jimin pleaded.

I thought I actually saw pain in his eyes. I knew better now, he seemed caring and nice but didn’t actually care at all. When the next argument would happen, he wouldn’t defend me. If Linza decided to go after me again, he wouldn’t protect me. I smirked.

“They will.” I pushed him fully out and closed the door, locking it this time.

I shut the lights back off and leaned against the wall. I just wanted sleep, until the cops came.

I woke up again in a room I couldn’t figure out at first, until I saw two Barnaby plushies on the bed across from the one I was on. I pulled myself to sit up. I looked around the room, trying to figure out why I was here and not arrested.

The door to the room opened. Tae slipped in, he was wearing just a regular gray sweater and black sweat pants. He saw I was awake and smiled.

I was happy to see him if I was being perfectly honest. Meaning they, or at least, he didn’t leave.

“How are you feeling?” Tae asked, quickly taking the place beside me on the edge of the bed beside me.

Numb.

“Uh, I’ll get back to you on that one.” I smiled a little.

Tae frowned and put his hand on the center of my chest and slowly pushed me back. I lied back, confused as to what he wanted. Tae out his hand that was on my chest on the other side of me so he could hover over me. He was so close, yet I wasn’t even the slightest bit uncomfortable.

I scanned his face and smiled. I cupped his face and ran my thumb gently under his left eye.

“I hope people tell you how much your beauty marks make them crazy. ” I said is almost a whisper.

He smiled. He closed his eyes and came a little closer, letting his nose brush against mine. He began to rub his nose against mine, earning a giggle from me. He opened his eyes. Something about the way his half-lidded eyes were staring me made me keep his gaze. His eyes dropped to my lips and went back up to my eyes.

My heart started to speed up, I’m sure it wasn’t any mental or physical disorders causing it. Just him.

I felt now. I felt wanted. Accepted. Comforted. Loved. His said so much without opening his mouth as his hand slid from the bed up my arm to the side of my neck. His eyes dropped back down to my lips as he tilted his head and softly pressed his lips to mine.

The numbness was gone as I felt a million emotions at once. I returned the kiss moving my other hand to grip the side of his shirt and tilted my head to deepen the kiss. His other hand held onto my hip as he pulled away slightly to end this kiss. His hands left my neck and hip as they went to the front of my jeans.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going any farther, I just want to make you more comfortable.” He assured be against my lips.

He unzipped my jeans and began to pull them down. I was suddenly hyper-aware of him seeing my underwear and the bruises littered around my body, but Tae didn’t seem to acknowledge either of them. I lifted up a bit to let him take my jeans off properly. once he got to my ankles, he moved off to the foot of the bed, to my shoes and untied them, taking them off and finished removing my jeans.

Something about it all seemed very…husband.

He climbed back on the bed and crawled on top of me. Sitting on my thighs as he slid his hands up from my stomach to my jacket.

“I didn’t know you played sports.” He frowned a bit.

“I don’t. It’s my dad’s.” He tilted his head slightly with a slight smile and pushed the jacket off my shoulders.

I propped myself on my elbows, letting it slide off more. He climbed off to me and went to the dresser. He pulled out an oversized yellow hoodie and got back on the bed. I pulled my jacket off completely and took off my shirt. He handed me the hoodie.

I had no idea why I was so comfortable. I even slipped my hands under the hoodie to take off my bra and handed it to him! He put my bra in the same drawer he got the hoodie from, not even reacting to it.

“Jin hyung will be in here to force-feed you in a little bit.” I could hear the smile in his voice.

I sighed, Jin would. Tae grabbed a throw blanket off the bedpost and threw it over my legs. Tae came close again, his hand squeezing my thigh. He gave me a quick kiss on the nose and seemed to giggle when heat flooded my face.

“Hobi hyung has been dying to see you too, I’ll see you later night, Girlfriend.” His smiled and made his way out.

Tae calling me ‘Girlfriend’ always seemed like he was joking and teasing, but maybe all this time he really wasn’t.

Oh god, I agreed to him rubbing my tits yesterday.

I put my face in my hands (sweater paws) as my face was on fire at this point. I peeked out to look at the clock on the dresser between the two beds. It was 7am. I was surprised I didn’t need to pee. The door flew open, making me jump.

Jin came in, bowl with a spoon in it in his hand a small foldable table under his arm. He beamed at me.

“Glad to see you’re awake now! ” He set the bowl down on the dresser by the door and set the table up in front of the bed.

He set the bowl down on the table as he sat on the bed. The bowl looked like it was full of yogurt, granola, and several different fruits. Blueberries, strawberries, kiwis, bananas, grapes, peach, pomegranate, cherries, apple and what looked like a drizzle of honey over the whole thing.

“Do I have to force you to eat or will you be good for me?” His words made the heat in my face return.

I tried to hide my face with one of my hands, “I’ll be good,” I mumbled.

“Good girl” He smirked, looking at my face, more heat to my face.

Was he testing me?? Jin never looked at me like that before. Then again neither did Tae.

I moved to the edge of the bed and began eating. Jin brushed my hair out my face, gaze similar to the one Tae gave me. He was going to make me choke on my granola-fruit-honey-yogurt if he kept that up.

Stay in your lane, Kim Seokjin.

I began to pay more attention to my yogurt until I felt Jin’s hand move over a squeeze my thigh. He scooted closer to me.

“F/n? You look adorable in that hoodie.” He chuckled.

Why was his voice suddenly more deep??

He took a cherry out my bowl and popped it between his perfect lips. I quickly snapped my eyes back to the bowl. His hands wandered to the throw blanket.

“May I?” He asked in a whisper.

I only nodded. Jin pulled the blanket back. He frowned, tracing a bruise on my folded legs. He stood up, slid the table away and got on his knees in front of me. He lifted my left leg. While not breaking eye contact Jin slowly leaned down and kissed the bruise he was tracing.

He broke eye contact and he looked for another bruise and kissed that one, then another. I covered my face with my hands, the heat coming off my face could warm the whole room. He didn’t stop until he kissed the last bruise on my thigh. He pushed my legs open and put himself between them so he was face to face with me.

“Have I ever told you how everyone stares when you walk into a room?” He whispered.

I shook my head, fully shy now. He chuckled at my shyness and pulled my hands from my face. He ghosted his lips over mine.

“I think Taehyung and Hoseok get jealous when everyone stares. I know I do. Yet, I feel so proud at the same time. ”

“Why proud?” My voice was small.

“Because you’re ours and no one else's. Of course, you’d be perfect if you caught my attention.” I feel like he tried to sound like he was joking on the last part.

Yet I felt like the first part had a darker undertone.

He put his hands up to cup my face. So close. I felt his lips touch mine softly. The kiss was soft and slow, soon my hands were sliding up his chest, to his neck then finally into his hair. Jin slid one of his hands down to the side of my thigh and pulled me closer.

Tae filled me with comfort and assurance, warmth and understanding. Jin was this sweet blush. I felt taken care of. Jin was a different comfort I couldn’t explain.

He pulled away, a smile on his face.

“Finish your breakfast and rest more okay? I’ll have Hoseok bring you lunch.” Jin stated cheerfully, like he didn’t just get me the shyest I’ve ever felt in my life.

He stood up, moving away from me and pulling the blanket on my lap. He slid the table back into place and bent down to give me a kiss on my forehead.

“Eat up, N/n.” Once again I was left in the room.

“What the actual fuck is happening?” I asked myself breathlessly.

I stretched and smelled something heavenly. I looked over at the bed across from me and Hobi was casually playing a game on his phone, nothing out of the ordinary. As soon as I sat up he turned to me, brightest smile on his face.

“You’re up now!” I’ve never seen someone so excited to see me before.

Hobi got up and got a plate off the dresser and set it in front of me. He sat next to me.

“Who do I praise because this looks magical!” It was Tonkatsu or a version of it.

Tonkatsu was basically a breaded and fried pork cutlet that was usually served with rice and its own sauce with different variations depending on where you got it.

Hobi beamed, “I made it!”

“It looks amazing, Hobi! Seriously. I tried to make it once, but the breading stuck to the pan, considering all the oil I put. I’m usually a good cook so it really surprised me at the time.” I talked like an excited child.

I suddenly realized how much closer Hobi was sitting next to me.

Oh no, I refuse to be blushing and shy this time.

I quickly decided to have the upper hand.

“Hobi?” I asked, my voice softer than usual.

“Yes, N/n?” He answered, not seeming to notice.

I looked over at him, he was actually checking me out, which made me feel more confident for what I was about to do.

I smirked as I crawled on to his lap, facing him.

“So, Hobi, what were you planning to once I woke up?” I tested, feeling a sense of pride wash over me as he had a surprised look on his face.

I slid my hands up his chest to his shoulders, waiting for an answer. Hobi put his hands on my thighs, closed his eyes and leaned forward, once our lips connected I felt a surge of passion, a surge of dominance.

I moved my hands from his shoulders to his hair and tugged his head back. He let out a gasp that allowed me to deepen the now rough kiss. Hobi’s hands slid up to my hips. I playfully slid my tongue into his mouth for a reaction and was more than pleased to hear a groan from him. His hands immediately groped my ass, pulling me closer.

The kiss made me feel raw passion. It was like fire igniting my body, begging for me to go farther.

Hobi turned and picked me up off his lap to lie me down on the bed. He pulled away, smirk on his face as his hand slid up from my hip, up my hoodie. He lifted my hoodie to expose my stomach and more bruises. He ended up doing exactly when Jin did. Kissing each bruise.

I swore I felt his tongue brush against a few. He came back up to kiss my lips and fit himself between my legs. He pulled back a little bit, beautiful smile on his face. His smile made my heart face and my chest feel warm.

“You should eat before Jin, Tae, and Seongmi kill me.” He chuckled.

I smiled.

“So can I ask what’s going on with you, Jin and Tae?” I pressed.

He only kept his smile, as he got off of me and the bed.

“We’ll be here in a bit to eat dinner, you should rest after you eat. Jin says that sleep will help with all the stress.” He waved off my question, giving me a quick kiss on my lips.

“See you in awhile!” He waved as he closed the door behind him.

Once dinner time came Tae and Hobi pulled in a small coffee table as Jin and Seongmi brought in food and drinks. I attempted to help but was told to just sit down. Once we began eating we heard a knock at the door.

“Come in!” Tae called, mouth a little full.

The door opened slowly and Jimin stepped into the room.

“Can I eat here?” He asked in a small tone, like he was a little afraid.

I frowned at his uncomfortableness and scooted more towards Tae to make room for Jimin between Seongmi and I.

“Be our guest.” I smiled, patting the empty spot.

Jimin smiled and closed the door, quickly taking the spot I offered. I looked over to Tae to ask him something but saw the look of warning he was giving Jimin. Thankfully Jimin was talking to Seongmi and didn’t notice. I playfully hit Tae.

“Why the look?” I hissed at him.

Tae shrugged, pretending not to know and resumed eating. Jimin tapped me.

“Yeah?” I answered turning to him, small smile on my face.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Letting me in. It looked like Hobi and Jin were against it and Taehyung was going to pounce if I came too close.”

“That’s exactly how Jungkook looked at me the first day you guys were here actually.” Jimin’s eyes widened.

“That’s terrifying.”

“I think it was because you looked afraid.” I smiled.

“Jikook is real.” I said under my breath and turned back to my meal like nothing happened, leaving Jimin with a bright blush on his face.

Tae and Hobi started laughing at my comment. Too hard I may add.

“Aw c’mon you guys, leave Jimin alone,” Seongmi complained.

“It’s not that funny!” Jin interjected.

“Sorry, Jimin. I didn’t know they’d suddenly turn into hyenas. ” I apologized.

Jimin gave me a shy smile.

Since when is he shy around me? He was either quiet or challenging me. Even when he was quiet he would give me the death glare. They only vulnerability he’s shown me is when he was trying to kill me. I was confused, but ignored it and continued eating. I made sure to praise Seongmi, Jin, and Jimin who all cooked.

“Jimin only helped, mixing pots, taking things out the fridge and cabinets, not really cooking anything,” Jin informed.

“It still deserves praise, Jin. I didn’t do anything so I’m praising and thanking those who did.”

“Yeah, Jin! F/n’s just being kind!” Seongmi agreed with me.

“Were you jealous that F/n praised someone other than you for food, Jin Hyung?” Tae teased.

“She liked my Donkkaseu that I made her for lunch,” Hobi added.

“You made her lunch!? You said she was asleep all this time!” Jin suddenly shouted.

“Wow, Hobi Hyung, you lied to Jin Hyung.” Tae instigated, continuing to eat.

Hobi looked like he wanted to hit Tae with a chair. And just like that Hobi and Jin began to bicker. I sighed.

“Jimin are you still alive?” I suddenly heard a voice ask from Jimin’s pocket.

“The fuck was that?” I asked Jimin.

“Jason downloaded a walkie-talkie app on all our phones so we can talk to each other without internet or cell service. You just heard Yoongi hyung.” Tae explained before Jimin could.

Jimin pulled out his phone.

“I’m fine, Hyung.” Jimin responded.

“...Are Jin and Hoseok fighting?” Suga sounded like he was smiling.

“HOW HARD IS IT TO BREAD AND FRY PORK CUTLET!?” Jin shouted with passion.

“IT’S BETTER THAN FRUIT AND YOGURT!” Hobi clapped back.

“I liked them both, will you stop fighting now?” I asked chuckling.

Tae wrapped one arm around my waist and pulled me closer for some reason. I wasn’t sure why he was doing this, but I decided to test a theory.

“So, Seongmi, what were you doing before...well, before I kidnapped you?” I asked, leaning one arm on the table.

“I was actually working for your company. I uh, I’m an animator myself.” She looked at her lap, shy.

“Really? Any that I’ve heard of?” I asked.

She shook her head.

“No, I was just an assistant, it was supposed to help with the experience.” I frowned.

“Did it help?”

She shook her head again.

“Why not?” I was actually curious now.

“Some of the animators didn’t want to teach me anything or I just made coffee and supply run.”

“Those fuckers. You’re not their coffee mule. You’re an animator like them! Ugh, when I get to work I-”

“No! It’s fine its ju-”

“It’s not fine, Seongmi. I want nothing but kindness in my company, we don’t treat someone different whether they are a professional animator or an amateur, if you have a passion for it, they should respect you. If they won’t help you, I’ll ask my mom to.”

Her eyes lit up.

“Really?? You promise!?” She was bouncing up and down.

“You have my word.” I smiled at her adorable reaction.

Seongmi jumped up and held out her arms for a hug. I stood up and hugged her.

“I’ll help you out, you’ll do great.” I promised.

“This is probably what your mom felt when your father helped her out.” Seongmi giggled.

The whole room went quiet.

“You’re mom always talked about your dad. You’re a lot like him. Maybe you’ll get a wife like your mom.” She smiled.

I felt my face heat up.

“I-uh-Wife? I mean, I dunno, I’m pretty average and I’m not even sure of my sexu-”

“You should marry an animator! I know a ton of guys AND girls who have the hots for you!” She teased.

My face heated up more.

“Your mom says you love kids, so you getting married and adopting kids will be a breeze!” Seongmi was not stopping.

“Seongmi, be a little realistic, F/n hasn’t had that special someone yet.” Jin said quickly, almost like he was trying to dismiss what Seongmi was saying.

“Aw, Jin, don’t be ridiculous! Look at her, she’s wife material.” Seongmi started fixing my hoodie’s strings.

I laughed, “I’m in an oversized hoodie and my underwear, Seongmi, you make it seem like I’m in a beautiful gown.”

“You look good either way! Any girl would be lucky to have you, F/n.” Seongmi smiled, resting her hands on my shoulders.

“Seongmi, she likes gu-” She interrupted Hobi.

“I mean, you already know how to treat a woman.” She added with a wink.

She looked down then back up. I looked down. My arms were still wrapped around her waist and we were so close that my stomach was touching hers.

I jumped back and ended up tripping over Tae’s knee and fell on the bed.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t realize we were that close!” I apologized quickly.

Seongmi giggled.

“You really are adorable, F/n. It’s fine for us to be that close, we’re both girls after all.” She teased.

Just a second ago she was cute Seongmi who was shy and quiet. Now she looked like she would take me in front of everyone just for the fun of it.

I covered my face from embarrassment and shook my head.

After dinner, everyone talked and chatted for awhile. Around bedtime, everyone left but Tae.

He started pulling the blanket back on the bed.

“Jin hyung wanted to have your big bed to himself tonight, so it’s just us. ” He smiled.

“Huh? Am I taking Jin’s bed?” I asked, walking to the opposite bed.

“No, you’re sleeping in mine. With me. Come on! Let’s go to sleep!” Tae said, exited as he got under the covers and patted the space beside him.

I hesitated. He frowned.

“F/n~ Come cuddle!” Tae whined.

This was a trap I was sure of it. It took pure witchcraft to make my heartstrings tug from whining like that. This was pure magic if I’ve ever seen it.

I crawled into the covers and turned off the lamp, as soon as I turned to my side Tae attached himself to my back, wrapping himself around me.

After a few moments of silence, I felt something soft and wet on my neck with a slight ‘pop’ noise. My eyes flew open.

Did he just kiss my neck!??

It happened again. And again. As soon as he pecked a particular spot on my neck, I let out a small squeak. He let out a breathless giggle, trying to be quiet. I tried to squirm away but Tae tightened his hold and kissed my cheek.

“When we get out of here, I want to take you everywhere with us,” He whispered.

Before I could shut down that thought he continued.

“You mean a lot to us. To Jin. To Hobi. I’m sure Jimin’s warming up to you... I want you always be around. We care about you. Promise me, when we leave here, you’ll still try to keep in contact?”

His voice was like honey and I was so relaxed. I cared about them too. About him, about Jin, about Hobi. There was no way I’d just let them leave without them knowing that I did care.

“I promise, Tae.” He hummed in approval and snuggled close.

“Promise you’ll always be around.”

“Promise.” I yawned, my eyes feeling heavy.

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#bts poly au #bts yandere au #bts fanfic #bts ot7 x reader #kim taehyung x reader #kim seokjin x reader #jung hoseok x reader #park jimin x reader #bts angst

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ihopethisendswell · 4 years ago

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My Computer Is Terrible So I'm Stating My Story Ideas Here Part 11: I'm gonna let my other two fantasy au's breathe for a bit do in the meantime I'm gonna gush about my Oc's.

You see the title. I don't think this will be long as the other two l but this is me we're talking about.

Okay.

So.

*Aggressively points to all my ocs* Look at them!!!!

I feel like I go so indepth with Alexis and Elliot a story line( Elliot I have to finish that fic for her) that I don't give room for the others to shine. Not to mention I have a few non pokemon oc's that I don't really talk about.

Let's start with some fun facts!

Before everyone else, it was just Alexis( who went by Noah then) Eva( who went by Erin) and Danica who's name stayed the same throughout! Around this time, Danica was going to have a Turtwig/Torterra as her starter given that it was only three of them at first. So bascically, Alexis would have Oshawott, Eva would have Tepig and Danica would have Turtwig. Water, Fire and Grass. This changed when I added more oc's , and my brain was like " the first three should have the water grass fire trio! " ( The first three in reference the first three gens starting with the 2nd generation) so to appease myself I changed her starter to Chimchar. Honestly, I think it was for the better. Danica's Infernape, Theo, fits her perfectly being timid, but also very eager to fight( still has lots of energy). It's a great contrast with Danica slow, reserved but blunt personality. It also rekindled my love for the Infernape line!

Alexis and Eva's name changed happened cause I didn't like their first names.

Kenji was like a few others and was initially going to be Alexis' love interest, but it ended up not feeling right so they ended up being bros :)

If your wondering about the other potential love interests, it was Cheren and Piers( but honestly that was one sided). Though given how I ship Leon with Alexis for fun, I feel like I'd just end up writing some ship fics with all of em.

Kenji wasn't supposed to be an Elm! Honestly, this idea just came out if nowhere and I just ran with it, but it would be very interesting. Maybe I should just make his bio parents part of Team Rocket, given that he doesn't know about them 👀

I'm not sure if anyone has picked up on it, but Danica and Kenji are practically like siblings, with Jin being their tired parent. I love the dynamic that I have for them and I can't wait to write about them!

Speaking of Jin two things! They're birthday is one the 25th! So maybe I should write something for them! The other thing is that while I still don't have a concrete backstory for them other than the plot of Emerald, I do know that Norman is a shit father in those games and I WILL be covering that sometime in the future. Don't worry I'm not gonna make him irredeemable, cause he cares about his child a lot, but he's a workaholic that rarely spends time at home, who that would cause a rift between the two. I feel like Jin, when they were younger, Jin would "hate" they're Dad, and went on the gym challenge to prove a point....until they do beat Norman, and that's where they question everything.

Also Emerald and Oras made me love Wally so much more than I did before. May too! Though I'm gonna change her name and appearance and maybe personality because that's what I did for literally all my of ocs

Yes that means that the likes of Lucas, Victor ( though some of you know them by Carol), Hilda ( aka Elliot) and other secondary protags will be changed to become an oc. Though to keep my sanity Jin and co( the ones that I most talk about) are going to get the most development and my main focus.

As for non pokemon oc's I have a few

I have mentioned of 🔷❤️☘️♠️ before, and there still in the works! This group of characters are honestly just mc's for different CoG books ( is that what they're called?) But sometimes I would think of scenarios for them.

For example Jamie(🔷) is generally shy and a bit of a coward, often more of a follower that a leader. From their appearance alone they look like any other person (big ol hoodie and sweatpants) but turns out they come a very wealthy family which brings to question why on Earth are they living in a not so great apartment and kinda being a shut in? Another thing about them is that they're bascically a warlock and may or may not have unwilling entered a pact with a demon. This part is very loose though.

So as you can see from Jamie, the 🔷❤️☘️♠️( I should very much give them a better name for this group) is becoming more than just random names. Maybe I'll come up with a story for them. And if your wondering, they are most definitely based of the suit decks. Why? Aesthetic.

The final group of ocs I want to talk about are quite important to me. Some of you know that I scrapped my first ever story recently. Those characters have been with me since middle school, so when I scrapped them, it kinda hurt. But with those scrapped characters I had a bunch of other characters and stories that I wanted to tell. One set of characters were directly related to my scrapped story, so they were out. The other set, however, was much more chill than the first two.

The story itself is still in the works, but the characters are still there. The whole premise is that it was modern 21st century and the supernatural exist with the humans of today. Nothing special, it's been done before but I added my own little flavor of supernatural lore, because just cause you live with someone doesn't mean everything is peachy keen. And even then that's not the main focus of the story. Again, still in the works, but the tone I want from this story is to be similar to a chill slice of life show. Like a coming of age type of story. The world doesn't have to saved or anything, it's just a girl named Zara, her older brother Bo and they're life in Brooklyn New York. Zara and Bo's mom's are both witches, though recently I've been tossing around the idea that one if them could be a Faerie. So.... Half- witch, half- fae? Is that allowed? I'm gonna do so much research for this. I guess you can say there's a hint if mystery , since Bo can't do magic, but has a strange affinity to attract a s communicate smaller spirits/ fae. Idk. That part is still a working progress.

There's Zara's friends, Grace the werewolf and Molly the half-vampire ( subject to a name change), and Bo's friends Aliyah( a djinn but honestly that might change) and Jarah( a fellow witch!.....and Bo's crush).

Not everything is concrete, again this is very much a work in progress, but i want to someday write about it.... Once I know what I'm doing.

TDLR: I love my ocs very much and I can't wait to hopefully write and share them with you! :)

#oc stuff #my oc's

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kfawkes · 7 years ago

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The Part We Play - [Eggsy Unwin x Reader]

[HI!!!!!! This is SO fucking long and it barely even covers this prompt WHICH IS AMAZING. And thats why I’m going so crazy lol. Soooo. I hope you like it?? Been working on it hard, and I have some goooood fun plans for it so I hope you enjoy so I can actually get to the juicy stuff... :) So obviously I mean this is going to be at least 2 more parts XD So hope you like it ;.;

Note: SPOILERS IN THIS SECTION!!! ---- *This is set over a year AFTER the events of Kingsman: The Golden Circle. With that in mind it is a FIX IT. So Tilde is not in the picture, Harry is back and Merlin AND ROXY ARE ALIVE FIGHT ME!!!!!*

Pairing: Eggsy x Reader - OC’s, references to Harry/Merlin/Rox, etc/eventual entry of characters.

Words: 4.2k ... I told you... hella long XD

Warnings: cursing, I can't really think of what else but if something bothers you lmk and I will update this section!

---Read on Ao3!]

All you ever wanted was to have a normal life and a normal family… Just to be able to go to school like the other kids. To have friends, play a sport or maybe even try your hand at theatre. But you learned pretty quick that having anything resembling ‘normal’ wasn’t going to happen.

Not with a life like yours… not with a family like yours.

Although what you had wasn’t really a family so much as it was your father and his goons— but it was all the same: you were stuck. Stuck somewhere you never wanted to be, in a life you didn’t choose and saying you were miserable didn’t begin to cover it.

You were miserable and then some, but you’d gotten a bit better at hiding it over the years. Wasn’t hard considering you’d spent your entire life being homeschooled, hardly ever seeing dad or well, anyone. You also never had a real job because he had plenty of money and friends were hard to come by. Dating? Yeah, that was completely out of the question... but you made your due, you always made your due.

You did so because it’s what mom would have wanted. You couldn’t always see that though and for awhile there you fought it, and boy did you fight it hard. Tried your best to rebel, to have a life outside of this shit your father called living, and it wasn’t until he drug you back kicking and screaming that you decided it just wasn’t worth it.

But just because you accepted it didn’t mean you understood it… and really you didn't.

Why couldn’t you have been like the other kids? Why couldn’t you fall in love and go off to college or get married like everyone else— even though you weren’t even sure that’s what you wanted… you just wanted the choice, and no matter how long you thought about it you couldn’t understand why you never had one. It didn’t make sense to you, and whenever you begged for an answer you were only given more questions. More questions and excuses.

‘There are people who would use you against me.’ ‘Running this kind of business is bound to get you enemies...’ or your personal favorite, ‘Honey, I’m doing all of this for you.’

All of those excuses were valid, and would be pretty terrifying to hear if you hadn’t grown so used to them by now. Not to mention they were usually delivered without a hint of tact, or genuine emotion, and that only made his words harder to believe. He wasn’t convincing in the slightest, but he was your dad still, wasn’t he? To be completely honest, most days you couldn’t tell.

One thing you did know though was that you weren’t afraid of anything anymore. How could you be with a man like that as your father? He never touched you of course, no, you were his little girl; the only thing he seemed to care about and you were the future…

There were some days though— even though they were rare... when you did believe he’d started this for you. When you believed his motives were just and his plans not insane… But none of that really mattered. It didn’t matter because even if he started all of this for you, he was doing it for himself now. He'd been doing it for himself for a long time.

So here you were, the daughter of one of the most successful mob bosses business men in America, being dragged all over the world in his sick fucking plot to control, well… everything.

And all you wanted was out. You played the part, but you dreamt of something better… something more than just being the daughter of a rich psychopath, no matter how nice a ring it had to it. But how could you ever get out with all of his eyes on you?

He had so many eyes, always fucking watching…

The short answer was you couldn’t, and it was almost painful to admit you wouldn’t make it two cities over before he was on your ass. That and you didn’t exactly have the familiarity of your home city to guide you this time… No, you were in the middle of fucking London and you didn’t know North from South. You knew how to get to the coffee shop sure, and the bookstore of course, but that was about it.

So what choice did you really have but to just tough it out?

Dad liked that of course, and brought you in almost immediately as his assistant once you’d stopped fighting your fate. You’d been put in charge of making calls, moving money around, basically everything legit about his business you ran. He called it grooming, but you knew this was really just his way to keep you in his sights.

It didn’t take long for you to realize that ‘assistant’ really just meant you were his maid, and that pissed you off more than anything el—

Knock, knock, knock, knock

“Darlin? They’re gonna be here any minute, can you whip up some of that famous tea of yours?”

“Sure thing, daddy.” You agreed with a sweet smile, shoving the phone you weren’t even paying attention to into your pocket as you push from your bed. A distraction of any size was better than thinking about the vicious cycle that was your life for another minute.

With that in mind you walked by placing a kiss on his cheek as you retreated to the kitchen to do your ‘job’ once more. If there was one thing you hated it was playing the role he forced you into. The role you watched your mother play a thousand times... Well, before she left of course. You can remember the way she played the part of the doting wife and now you were in her spot, filling the vacated space as the perfect daughter.

Looks like some of your childhood dreams came true right? You get to act like everything is fucking peachy every day when really you just wanted to scream.

Now as you stir the large glass pitcher in slow swirls you couldn’t help but think about the job you had to do, and the part you had to play… You’d been doing so well lately, hadn’t you? And now it was time to remember your lines and get to your mark without any more hesitation.

You stepped forward, pressing open the swinging door to the main room with your hip. When you scanned the area you saw that dad’s guests had in fact arrived, and you wondered what todays meeting would entail…

A little torture here, some threatening there? Or maybe they were just stopping by for a pleasant chat. Your dad was unpredictable so really it could be anything, but when you stepped forward the air was so tense you could almost taste it, and you realized there might be one thing you were scared of after all…

Only you couldn’t think about that for long, because by the time you reached dad and his company curiosity had fully rooted; bitting with impatience as you eye those in his party. One of the men— Malcom Royce, you’d known for years. He was a large, muscular man with a tattoo on his neck of a bleeding heart with thorns wrapped around it. Royce was beyond frightening in stature, and had probably put more men in their graves than you had lattes— but you knew he’d never hurt you.

But it wasn’t Royce that had your interest, even if it was nice to see a familiar face that wasn’t fathers. It was the bright blue eyes of the 3rd man that engrossed you. You didn’t recognize him at all, had never seen him in your life… but holy shit did your jaw nearly drop. Whoever this was— he was handsome, really fucking handsome. Far more handsome and younger than any of the people your father brought around the house, and honestly you couldn’t help but stare.

His golden brown hair was thrown about lazily and he had a dark sweater on with a plaid button up below it. He wore fitted jeans and had on a pair of brown boots. His smile was soft and his eyes were light when they met yours and it felt like you already knew him. There was something about him that was almost intoxicating… something that screamed he was just like you, something that said he could save you...

“Perfect timing, darling. Thank you.” he placed a hand to your shoulder softly, but it was done more out of control than anything else as he gestured towards his company with a wide smile. “Thirsty? My daughter here makes excellent iced tea.”

You’d only been looking at… whoever this was for the last 30 or so seconds, but there was a pungent tide that seemed to wrap around the gaze you two shared, and it locked you together. It was insane you knew that, and it almost made you sick to your stomach truthfully; but you could have stared into those azure eyes for ages, getting lost in the possibilities.

Only dad rubbed your shoulder again, pulling you from the strangers eyes sharply. You smiled to yourself, only now hearing the compliment he’d offered. It was genuine you knew that, but in a flash it was back to business as usual. He nodded once signaling you to distribute the glasses accordingly, and just as your script told you to, you compiled.

“It’s not poisoned, honest.” You spoke stepping slightly closer handing off a drink to Malcom with a pure smile. Your father grabbed a glass from over your shoulder as you approached this somehow familiar stranger, holding the glass out for him to take.

The man didn’t grab it though, but he looked from your hands to your eyes sporting a stare you couldn’t decipher. You did however know what that warm chill meant, and that was enough to send your heart fluttering a mile a minute. Maybe it was that jawline, or maybe it was the way he’d been looking at you… whatever it was, it was more than a little intimidating. Intimidating and extremely attractive.

“Oh, it ain’t?” he asked raising his voice teasingly, and you heard the quiet shuffle of those around you as they began listening passively. “Was a bit worried till you said somethin’…”

“Understandable in your line of work.” You answered back just as quick, the ease of your words surprising even you as they left your lips.

“Can’t be too sure.”

After a faint smile, you inched closer pushing the glass towards him once more. “It’s safe… trust me.”

“Yeah, alright.” he smiled at you, not looking to your father as he pulled the drink from your hands; his fingers lightly brushing across your own offering their own soft wave of pinpricks. You lingered on his eyes and lips for a second too long as he raised the glass to you, then the others. “Cheers.”

“Cheers.” the three of them said in unison and a second later your father added with a smile. ”To a very auspicious relationship.”

You watched as they raised their glasses, feeling the heaviness creeping around you like a fog. But even in that mess you couldn’t help but smile as you almost miss the feeling of his fingers over yours. However by the look your father sent playtime was over and he needed you out. Now.

But just before you retreated through the door you’d entered, you threw your eyes to the center of the room once more. That man’s azure eyes had already been transfixed on you, and when your gazes met once more you could almost see the fucking stars.

———

Eggsy P.o.V

Eggsy walked up those marble stairs with a weight heavy on his chest, it was pushing and begged for release but he held his composure as best he could. Thankfully the distress he felt wasn’t painted across his face as obviously as it was along his insides. This part was never simple, but it did get easier and every time he passed that ready check he was thankful.

Thankful because at least so far, he'd managed to keep his head…

“Erick— time you met the boss, Norman Blackwell.” Malcom’s voice was strong and gravely as he threw his arm over Eggsy’s shoulder; pulling him closer in an almost too friendly hug. “Why we’re here, actually.”

Malcom Royce had a cigar sticking out the corner of his mouth, and his yellow shirt was open at least one too many buttons in Eggsy’s opinion. It wasn’t like he claimed to be very stylish, but Kingsman had sort of spoiled him in a way. Now what he wore was somewhere closer to one of those intercity hipsters on their way to teach a class about art history or somethin’ and it wasn’t really a look he was fond of… But it’s what the mission called for, so he’d do it.

For whatever reason, Norman was picky and only paid notice to a certain type of person. Someone scholarly, and intelligent with a background in ecology and other related fields... In Eggsy’s case, or rather Erick Thorne’s- he’d been attending Imperial for some time on scholarship for the Biological Sciences program up until last year when he dropped out due to 'unknown reasons'.

Now, Merlin wasn’t sure what it was about this type that Blackwell liked so much, but it was the key in planning a successful mission. Several other students and scientists in similar situations and positions had gone missing over the last several years, and it was Kingsman’s job to find out why.

Eggsy had been undercover for about 5 months now— working alongside Royce, and it was some of the most stressful work he’d ever done. And that's coming from someone who saved the world not once, but twice. It's why he and Tilde broke it off actually… That and she couldn’t handle just dating after he’d told her marriage wasn’t in their cards. No, people usually don't like being told they ain't as important as a job. But it was the truth, Kingsman came first, and it always would.

Plus with Harry back it just didn’t make sense for him to go off and become a prince. That life wasn’t meant for him… He didn't know shit about being a prince, but this he knew about. This he could do.

“Is it now?” Eggsy asked back, with only mild interest upon his voice. But really, this is what he’d been working towards for months and the fact that the day had finally come felt almost like a dream. “Was you plannin’ on tellin’ me before we got in?”

“I’m tellin you now.” Royce laughed back heartily, his large muscles nearly popping the rolled up sleeves of his shirt.

Saying Royce was huge was about a big an understatement as his height. He was tall and then some, more like a bloody fucking giant. Massive arms, a small head and beady little eyes… Dangerous, and stronger than Eggsy that’s for damn sure, and he begged the universe he’d never have to fight that son of a bitch. Cause if he did, well that was almost certainly a fight he’d lose.

“Cheeky fuck.” Eggsy laughed back stuffing his hands in his pockets as they continue up the remaining stairs. “Jus wonderin’ why you got me meetin’ him s’all.”

“That’s fair… He’s very interested in you actually, even asked for you by name after I told him bout last weeks run.” Royce replied with a toothy smile, his golden tooth flickering in the light as the soft puffs of smoke surrounded Eggsy in waves.

“Did he now?” Eggsy pressed his tongue to the corner of his mouth in thought as he decipher the face before him. When Malcolm just nodded, he sent out a soft laugh looking back to the door and scanning the large white pillars on either side. This house was huge. Larger than most of the houses he’d been in before, and it screamed of money.

“Sure did. Think that bit impressed him… might have something a bit a bigger for ya now.”

“Best we go find out then, yeah?” Eggsy smiled again, trying to ignore the smoke that filled his lungs as Royce moved a hand to his shoulder; squeezing almost tightly as he pointed straight into his face.

“One other thing, while you’re in there… Watch yourself around y/n, ya hear?”

Eggsy narrowed his eyes, tilting his head cautiously in confusion. “Who now?”

“Norman’s daughter.” he accentuated with feigned annoyance in his voice.

Norman’s daughter? Norman's got a daughter? How was it they had no record of Blackwell having a daughter?

Quickly Eggsy pulled up the menu across his contact lenses— some of the new Kingsman upgrades — scanning the files for any mention of a daughter, or of him ever having a child at all, but there was absolutely nothing. The only thing it said about his family at all was that he had a wife that went missing a little over 8 years ago.

“Don’t matter… I ain’t interested.” Eggsy’s voice was stern and believable as he held a disinterested look behind his azure gaze. And really, he meant that… he was NOT interested. Yeah, it’d been over a year since Tilde, and it wasn’t like he was hung up on her or nothin’ either but after all that— relationships just didn’t really matter to him anymore.

What mattered was his family and work. Harry, Merlin and Rox mattered... but not relationships and sure as shit not love.

“Good. Any questions then?” Royce asked after a second believing his answer; sporting a wide smile as he winked, pulling the cigar from his teeth to flick the long gray ash away.

Eggsy had learned enough to know this was the part where he needed to shut up and smile. A shake of his head would do, so he offered it knowing it would satisfy Royce enough to gain further entry. Merlin was likely already working away at that bit of missed information, and would have something of use at the next rendezvous… For now he had to just play this out and hope for the best.

Royce stepped forward, shoving the double doors wide as he lead the way with Eggsy following closely behind; scanning the large room with careful eyes. There were large couches, and several tables with TV’s plastered to the walls. Art decorated the walls like the people did the furniture; and they lounge about beautifully on their phones or computers as if they’d hadn't even noticed people entered.

It all seemed so… normal. Except every so often there would be a large man with a gun, hired and ready to blow someones head off in a moments notice.

When their walk came to a halt, Eggsy saw him… Finally… The man he’d been dying to meet since day one of this bloody mission… Norman fucking Blackwell.

There he was sitting on his own version of a throne— which was just a very large leather couch in the far back of the room, women and Blue Pit’s decorating it like tapestry and he looked like he knew it all.

Norman was a genius. He went to MIT, married a Julie Summers and up until now, was thought to never have had any children. He was a big shot in the clean energy world; founding Aqua-Terra, a Fortune 500 company located in the States. Somewhere along the line he wound up owning over half of the water and power in the country— mainly renewable energy like wind turbines and solar panels, but he dabbled in other areas as well.

Getting into the details of how exactly one man came to own that much of the ‘free world’ would take a short seminar, and right now just wasn’t the time. That and unfortunately Kingsman didn’t know what the hell Blackwell was doing in London, but based off of what they did know thanks to the Statesman— it wasn’t lookin' good.

“Norman… here he is, just like you asked.”

“Ah, yes… Erick Thorne, right?” Norman called from his seat, leaning back leisurely as he locked his eyes on Eggsy’s. He held a small puppy in his hands, petting it softly between the ears.

“That’s right.” Eggsy replied smoothly with a nod, his gaze just as focused as Normans had been.

“Erick Thorne…” he repeated as he moved to his feet, placing the puppy in a woman lap before making his way to inspect Eggsy more closely. “You impressed Royce over here— and that my friend is hard to do. You impressed him so much that I just had to look into you myself…”

“Did you?” Eggsy asked raising a brow curiously with a smile, eyes still unwavering. "What'd you find out?"

"Heh... quite a lot actually. If I’m being completely honest with you, I’ve had my eye on you for awhile now Mr. Thorne, and I’ve got to say I’m quite impressed as well.”

Norman was standing much closer to Eggsy now, too close. He was tall and thin with a perfectly trimmed beard and wore a pair of black fitted jeans, with a dark blue blazer that fit him perfectly. His hair was black and salted yet lively, and in all manner of speaking he was fit and handsome. But there was something uneasy about him too… Something strange in his eyes that made Eggsy uncomfortable, and as he gaze into the face before him he could see the look he wore was a carefully constructed mask.

He’d seen that mask before… he saw it on Valentine. He saw it that night on Arthur. The look before him was bordering on homicidal and was somewhere between raging lunatic and architecture teacher and it was severely convincing.

But Eggsy smiled back as not to offend his host, pulling his arms behind his back; holding his wrist lightly in his other hand. After a brief nod, he began again trying for as neutral as possible. “Jus doin’ my job, sir.”

Norman smiled sinisterly wide, sliding a hand to Eggsy’s shoulder giving it an affectionate shake. He sent an awkward laugh towards Malcom before looking to Eggsy once more. “I’ve heard that before— many times actually. But I’m not looking for that kind of answer… None of these fucking idiots did what you did. They’re selfish fuckin’ pricks that don't care about anything but money.”

He paused momentarily pointing to Eggsy with a lazy finger before starting again, his tone only a fraction lighter. “You don't seem like that kinda guy to me… But if not money... then what is it that you fight for? Or better yet... what won't you fight for?"

Eggsy pressed his lips together lightly, still keeping his gaze strong and as in control as he could muster while he listen to Normans silvery words.

"Unless you are like these fucking idiots. Are you like them, Erick?”

Eggsy swallowed the lump away, staring into those large blue eyes; feeling them piercing like needles. “No, I ain’t.”

“Good… good.” he nodded up and down slowly as that sinister smile returned infill. “Because I have plans for you.”

The air around them was so thick you could cut it, and the sound of a door creeping open did so like a knife. Eggsy watched as a woman walked towards them… as you walked towards them holding a large tray of drinks.

The last thing he should be doing was getting lost in the color of your eyes, and the shape of your lips but here he was… staring at you like the fucking idiot he’d just claimed not to be. Really he should be focusing on the tense conversation that had just passed and the promise of many more… The promise of a job. On what the fuck Blackwell meant by all those fucking mind games he was playing?

Eggsy should be focusing on figuring out what to do next, not the way your hair shined when you walked— but shit you were a beautiful distraction… probably one of the prettiest things he’d seen and now he realized why Royce had warned him about you in the first place.

You stopped just in front of him, and when your eyes met the world nearly stopped around him. Norman had said something, but Eggsy didn’t hear it, he was just watching as you handed Royce a glass then turned towards him with eyes light and welcoming. But when you offered him one, he didn’t take it. For some reason he was frozen just... staring at you.

He didn’t really know how to explain it, but he felt like he’d met you before somewhere. Like you were a part of him already as mental as that sounded and when you spoke your voice was soft and sweet like honey. In those moments, for the first time in over a year… he felt a spark lighting low in his stomach.

“It’s safe… trust me.” You’d told him and it was funny because even though he didn’t know you at all— didn’t even know your fucking name… he did trust you.

For some reason, he did and for a split second he wondered if that trust would save his life, or end it…

#Eggsy Imagine #Eggsy x Reader #Eggsy Unwin x Reader #Kingsman #Kingsman fic #fanfic #prompt #part 1 #eggsystential crisis

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queenieships · 7 years ago

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Questions 1-14 for the most recent one your reblogged!

Thank you for asking! Sorry it took a while lmao I got super lazy and distracted with it. Gonna put some of it under a readmore because it got particularly long!

1. When did youstart self shipping and why?

I mean I officiallystarted this blog I think… middle of last year? I can’t quiteremember the date off the top of my head but it’s been a while.However, I’ve been selfshipping for a very long time, justmentally! I kind of did that whole “Creating Ocs to ship withcharacters I liked and oh no those Ocs definitely aren’t based onme at all aha nope…”

2. How long have youbeen self shipping?

I think I’ve beenself shipping from a very young age! I remember being in primaryschool and being absolutely in love with Tasuki from Fushigi Yuugiand Axel from Kingdom Hearts (had a thing for red heads and fireapparently?) I genuinely must’ve been as young as 8, give or take ayear or two, so I’ve been self shipping and self inserting most ofmy life!

3. Why do you selfship now?

I mean… it’sfun! And I mean, I fall in love with fictional characters withouteven meaning to. I just become very attached to them to the point Ican’t help but imagine myself with them! It’s also been a thingI’ve done for a very long time, a hobby, a habit, a copingmechanism – as a very creative but also very lonely child I thinkit was a huge way for me to feel like I was getting GOOD attentionfor once. I guess that’s kind of extended to adulthood. In ways aswell it helps me deal with some unhealthy situations I’ve had inthe past and it’s a way for me to explore and take interest intoxic and unhealthy ships in a safe and fictional environment. It’shelped me a lot improving with my art and honestly I officiallyjoined the self ship community because I was very lonely and had…NO FRIENDS.

4. Which of yourself insert characters is the most developed?

Probably myborderlands insert or my Newsies insert! I haven’t been toomassively focused on any other ship to develop my insert in thatuniverse very much and SOME of the universes I self insert in arequite difficult and elaborate when it comes to making characters forit (like in HxH)

5. Are your selfinsert characters 100% you or are they an exaggerated version ofyourself/leaning toward an OC?

I think it dependson the universe. Though I would say they’re exaggerated examples ofmyself, ideal versions or particularly troubled versions – All ofmy self insert characters look like me and have the same name and toa degree share my interests and talents – though I’ve also giventhem talents that I admire and really wish I had (such as singing,baking and sewing.)

6. If your selfinserts are closer to OCs what are some similarities they have withyou? What are some differences?

Lmao whoops guess Ikind of explained this in the one above? I guess something I like todo is depending on the universe I self ship in, I kind of pick a partof my personality that is a focus of that character. (For example, myNewsies insert is mostly centred around my social beliefs, mydepression and toxic relationship with my family and to a degree myfeeling of superiority. I’m actually very working class but you’llnotice most of my inserts are either very well off OR from thenicest, cleanest place in that universe they can be from – mynewsies insert is from a very wealthy family and my borderlandsinsert is from Helios.)

7. Do you have a‘type’ when it comes to f/os?

Yes but my type haschanged and shifted over time. There are definitely things I likethat kind of resonate throughout all of my F/Os. For example, almostall of my F/Os are confident to a fault. Most of them are also verymasculine, with a few exceptions. A character type I LOVE is therough delinquent with a heart of gold! (Seen in characters likeMondo, Metal Bat and Knuckle.) I also like perverted characters orones that show a lot of interest in women during the show/gamethey’re in (Examples being Scooter, Lance and Leorio.) I also seemto like people who have manual labour jobs or jobs that require themto be quite strong and get quite dirty and occassionaly kinda bruisedup (Examples being Scooter, Metal Bat, Scout, Hunk and Ellis who isnot yet on my F/O list but will be soon! A character I used to selfship with is Little Mac because I loved the idea of seeing him allsweaty and bruised up after a figh aha,,,)

8. Your top 3 OTPsamong your own selfships?

1. Me and Scooter!He is the problematic love of my life.

2. Me and Davey –although my focus has shifted dramatically from Davey to Scooter Istill definitely love this boy a lot

3. THIS IS SUCH ADIFFICULT PICK because honestly Scooter and Davey are and almostalways will be my top 2 BUT– my level of interest in my other F/Osshifts around so much? I’m even considering adding new F/Os thatI’ve become interested in recently, like… Mondo and Scout are thecharacters on the list I’ve shipped with for the longest but… Ithink maybe Leorio? I’ve always thought of Leorio and I as a reallygood couple, we’re so physically different and our personalitiesare such a good mix of getting along and clashing and I just!! idk Ithink number 3 is Leorio!!

9. Your top 5 OTPsamong others in the community?

@smoochesforseven and everyone she ships with. I love Moon so much and all of her shipsare wonderful though there is a soft spot for her and Newt!!

@better-than-nothin-kay and Rhys! We’ve spoken so much about borderlands and about her shipand honestly I love the female bodyguard dynamic it’s really cuteand they would physically look so good together!

@millizines andEarnest – I think this is like, the most undisputed OTP in thecommunity. I have never seen someone be so dedicated to their F/O andthey’re so genuinely in love with one another and have such aunique relationship!!

@momomochaccino andSandy (and spongebob!) – Seeing Momo so happy recently has beenamazing and witnessing what a positive impact the spongebob musicaland show has been for her is amazing!!

@peachie-doodles andLeonardo! Honestly seeing TMNT stuff on my dash makes me SO HAPPY andLeonardo has always been the one turtle I never really felt aconnection with BUT seeing someone so in love with him andappreciating him makes me really happy and makes me appreciate himmore as well! (also after speaking with her I realised that, althoughRaphael usually draws my attention because he’s big n buff andrough and tough but a total softy which FITS MY TYPE — Mikey isactually… my fucking boy?? I went around ready some fics andwatching some clips and like, damn. I really love Michaelangelo nowlmao, considering adding him as an F/O!!)

10. Has a roleplayblog for one of your f/os every interacted with you?

Lmao no. Honestly Iwould sob if that ever happened to me and I’ve seen other peoplegetting RP anons regularly in their asks and honestly I… reallywant it aha? I used to RP self ship stuff with a friend, where Iwould write as myself and the character she shipped with, and shewould play herself and the character I shipped with and!! it was!!great!! I would die to find something like that again.

11. Are you anartist or a writer in the community? Or do you do something elseentirely?

Um, both I guess! Iby no means think I’m a good artist but self shipping has reallyhelped me improve in a lot of areas. I highkey hate my style and atsome point I want to dedicate some time into developing it intosomething I can actually enjoy looking at. As for my writing, I’vealways been a talented writer – especially a few years ago. I waswriting frequently and everything I wrote was lowkey incredible.Nowadays, my writing is so few and far between and I am so stronglyout of practice it hurts and I feel almost embarrassed readingthrough any new fic I write. I’m hoping with time I can build myskills and confidence back up again!

12. Name a few ofyour favorite things about self shipping.

Honestly, myfavourite thing about self shipping is that I can feel like I havecompany regardless of how alone I actually am. Countless days spentby myself in my room and during lunchtimes back when I was at schoolcould be spent daydreaming about being loved and having adventureswith characters I enjoy! I always daydream a lot before I fallasleep, usually about cuddling up and spending the evening with oneof my F/Os before I fall alseep. Honestly without selfshipping Idon’t know what I’d do with my time. It’s such a huge thingthat fills up my day to day life and makes me happy, I genuinelydon’t think I’d still be here without it.

13. Talk about apositive experience you’ve had with the community.

Honestly this iskind of hard for me lmao? I wouldn’t say I’ve had many hugelypositive or many hugely negative experiences overall. There arepeople I’ve found I get along with, there are some people that rubme the wrong way, there are some people I just haven’t spoken to! Ihaven’t really received any hate apart from someone being a dickabout my aesthetic commissions but I don’t really receive theattention I would like to either (is that bratty and selfish?Probably! But at least I’m honest about it lmao.)

14. Finally, talkabout a few of your favorite self shippers!! (Honestly, talk about asmany as you would like!)

I don’t reallylike doing this because I’m afraid I’ll miss someone off andthey’ll feel sad about it or something BUT HERE’S A LIST OF PEEPSI SPEAK TO OFTEN AND CARE ABOUT AND TREASURE (note just becauseyou’re not on this list it doesn’t mean I don’t like you ordon’t enjoy your content! Just means this people I am particularlyclose with.)

@smoochesforseven

@better-than-nothin-kay

@millizines

@ckselfinsert

@limey-blue-arty-do

@momomochaccino

#long post////#honestly this took me all day because i'm a lazy piece of shit #also got distracted playing borderlands I'm sorry

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feyria · 7 years ago

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My final BNHA oc...for now

Name: Yashiru Kosenzu

Nicknames: Koko (by friends) crying healer (by students)

Hero Name: Healing Phoenix

Age: 34

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Pansexual

Personality: Yashiru has a kind side and doesn't mind helping others but he can get a bit moody if they tease him about his tears. He wouldn't hold a grudge but he definitely won't stay quiet about his displeasure. Yashiru tends to fall back on blunt speech or take on a stern attitude with just about anyone regardless of their age, believing that if someone is old enough to speak they are also old enough to know the way of the world. Even though he can be stern, he does know when to use soft words if someone is already in a very bad mood. He may even hand out treats or extra praise if he feels it will help. Because he doesn't get much sleep at night, he has moments where he may act or move a bit sluggishly or mumble but a good cup of expresso will wake him right up. He does tend to think others take advantage of him but he doesn't have low self-esteem. It's more that he wonders if he would still have the friends and position he has now if he had a different quirk. In short, he feels like his quirk gave him a huge advantage for something he always wanted to do before it manifested.

Likes: Miniature of just about anything which he will often collect and keep a few in his office. Yashiru likes to watch meteor showers and will tend to spend a good two or three hours outside in hopes of catching view of some before bed.

Dislikes: Those that act reckless just because they know they can be healed later. Heat and bright sunlight; it tends to give him headaches. Fighting and unnecessary violence.

Strengths: Thanks to his schooling, he has a very high intelligence level. Yashiru can remain calm while performing minor or basic surgeries and even with major surgeries, he does not feel faint or queasy.

Weaknesses: Because he dislikes fighting and violence, Yashiru has a very low combat level. Ironically, he is prone to headaches from minor sources like loud music or prolonged sunlight.

Appearance: Yashiru's hair is two-toned, orange at the roots and fades to yellow at the ends, his almond shaped eyes are bright blue while his skin is peachy. He stands at 6'6 giving him an average height and he weighs in at 187lbs. He has just enough muscles to not be considered scrawny and he can easily lift anything 50lbs and under. His hair reaches just to his shoulders, he keeps part of it swept to the side so it partially covers his left eye. Yashiru also has faint bags under his eyes from lack of sleep.

Standard Clothes: During work hours, Yashiru will wear a standard white doctors' coat with black slacks and a light red shirt underneath along with black dress shoes. Outside of work hours, Yashiru likes to wear blue or black jeans with button up shirts in solid colors like blue, green or black and white sneakers. He's usually always seen in his work clothing.

Costume: Even though he has a hero name, Yashiru doesn't actually have a hero outfit as he preferred to show up after the fighting is done to help others or even arrive at whatever hospital the injured are delivered to.

Weapons/Gadgets: Various vials with his tears stored inside. A small metal suitcase filled with first aid supplies, tranquillisers and EpiPens. He also carries a few flash bombs on the chance that a villain may appear after heroes think the fight is over.

Swim: a tight fitting, dark blue swim shirt and grey swimming trunks. He wears the shirt to help keep his body cool when out of the water.

Sleep: Yashiru sleeps with a robe on and boxers underneath.

Winter: Seems to be that one person who never feels the cold; he wears his usual jeans with button up shirts or normal t-shirts and sneakers. The only time he will actually wear a jacket is if it happens to be snowing outside and even then he'll only wear a thin black one.

Formal: Always freshly ironed grey suit jacket and trouser set with a light blue button up shirt underneath and black Balmoral shoes.

*Who would they? Fall for: Yashiru tends to be attracted to those who's interests mirror his; watching meteor showers, reading, binge watching television shows and doing arts and crafts type activities. He really likes to take care of others and is more than willing to spoil someone with affection but he also won't let himself be taken advantage of. He likes calm, cool and collected people as he himself hates dealing with drama. A person that can remain level headed in any situation sits well with him.

Befriend: He gets along with just about anyone so long as they aren't overly dramatic or needlessly reckless. Though, he may unconsciously gravitate towards people that are calm and quiet like himself.

Hate: Yashiru doesn't have a hateful bone in his body, he can't bring himself to hate anyone really. He might even help a villain out if they could somehow prove that what they're doing will actually benefit society as a whole. Even with someone that has all the traits he dislikes, the most he'll do is give them a firm lecture and maybe ignore them afterwards for a day or two. The word passive aggressive was created just for him.

Respect: Multitaskers- it's impressive to him that someone can get so many things done at the same time like it's nothing. Heroes like Aizawa and Recovery girl are part of his list as well because of their no nonsense attitudes and ability to get things done one way or another.

Rival: Currently the only person he considers a "rival" in some way is recovery girl. To him, her quirk is very powerful and has next to no drawbacks to it. There's also the fact that she's a fan favorite among everyone even when she's yelling at them.

Hobbies/Skills: Knitting; Yashiru normally knits baby booties and scarves. He has no children of his own, he just thinks the baby booties are cute. Currently learning Russian and Italian through Rosetta Stone and Duolingo. The guy has no type of combat skill but, unless you have a speed enhancing quirk, you will never catch him in a foot race. He's fast if he can get a solid three minutes of sprinting and can weave through a crowd like a snake. After those three minutes, he'll be plenty winded and a sitting duck for any endurance chaser.

*How they Act Towards Romantic Interests: Yashiru tries not to act any different around love interests but he has a habit of either stuttering awkwardly or rambling around them. He tries to cover it up with even more awkward coughs or silences; a light blush on his face is almost a given especially if he's caught staring. He won't ever outright confess his feelings unless someone actually asks him, then he won't deny it.

Acquaintances: He has a great many of these with his ability to get along with most people. Normally he initiates short convos of meaningless chatter like weather and minor events. There are times when he may invite them out for coffee or drinks.

Towards Friends/Close Friends: Only Yashiru's best friends know that he likes to blurt out the random pun or two when no strangers are around, they're very bad and only serve to make him laugh. He's also more lenient with healing his reckless friends but he won't exactly be quiet about how it annoys him.

Rivals: When he hears the word rival, the only thing that comes to Yashiru's mind is someone that he wants to be like in the future. He admires them and may even be a tad jealous of whatever skill or trait they have that he eventually wants to have. His personality doesn't change too much around them, he more so finds sneaky ways to be around them a bit more often than others and takes notes for him to better himself with.

Towards Enemies: If he happens to not be alone against a villain, Yashiru puts up a brave front, going so far as to attack them with his numbing syringes or barbed words to distract them. If he is alone then Yashiru looks for the nearest escape route, convinced he won't stand a chance against any villain with a quirk.

Towards Iconic Figures: He views iconic figures as regular people with a reputation. That's not to say he's impolite, he just doesn't do anything special when talking to them or hanging out. He may offer to buy them one(1) drink but that's the most he'll do.

Meeting Strangers: He's friendly and has enough common decency to introduce himself and make a bit of small talk, but still falls into a comfortable silence for himself after the pleasantries are over and done with. It's not him being rude in any way, he just doesn't know anything about the other person and can't hold a conversation for his life until he finds a common interest they share.

When Facing Fears: Yashiru only has one reaction when it comes to fears and that's to get the hell out of dodge. He's so used to being depended on and protected because of his healing quirk that it has left him with a default mental state similar to a rabbit. The second things look dangerous for him, Yashiru flees until he's sure the villains are gone. If someone gets hurt, he can always heal them- if he gets hurt, anyone hurt after him will be in serious trouble with no way to immediately treat their wounds. He honestly hates this side of himself and has been trying to learn at least basic combat so he can protect himself as well as others around him.

In a life changing situation: He tends to go through something he considers very similar to a life changing situation every few years when he decides to travel to a new area. He packs up anything that can fit in a spare suitcase, double checks that he has all his friends numbers and moves on. Yashiru does get a bit upset about it; he'll miss the people he got to know but he gets over it pretty quickly, he has all their numbers and a way to visit later.

History: Yashiru was raised in a modest home, both his parents were in the health care field but chose not to overly spend their money, only using enough to live comfortably. His mother was a physical therapist for retired heroes as well as rookies while his father worked in the army as a surgeon. Because of his parentage, it was no surprise that Yashiru would inherit a healing quirk. The only surprise was Yashiru's reaction to it, the tears that came about from his first healing had him believing that others would tease him relentlessly. His fears did hold true for the first few weeks of elementary school but as he and his classmates aged and many went down the path to wanting to be heroes, the teasing became praising. The praise really kicked off when it was discovered that even his tears could heal. A friend had fallen from a tree and hit their head, falling unconscious. Naturally, Yashiru had cried for he couldn't help those that couldn't speak. When his tears fell onto his friend and he saw the head wound begin to heal right before his eyes, Yashiru was shocked but pleased as well. Everyone around him said he would make an incredible hero that could keep other heroes or police members out on duty longer with his healing. It came as a shock when Yashiru rejected that idea, he was against violence even when he was younger and the thought of others basically injuring themselves on purpose all because they knew he could fix them left a bitter taste in his mouth. He would go into the health care field like his parents but he would refuse to help anyone that purposefully injured themselves with the exception of mental health patients. He believed those with mental illnesses couldn't exactly choose not to hurt themselves, the diseases messed with their coherent thinking and made them act out of order. He grew up to study at a high end medical school and spent a few hours of every night learning new languages to knock down the walls that could hinder his quirk.

Relationships:

Family: Haruto Kosenzu (father): his quirk allows him to stich up any wound in seconds and if the wound isn't extremely severe the stitches will heal it to near perfect level in a few hours.

Keiko Kosenzu (mother): her quirk allows her to give healing massages, they only heal sore or over extended muscles though.

Ethnicity/Nationality: fully Japanese born in Shinjuku

Fighting Style: Yashiru's fighting style is more like him trying to keep his distance from villains. He may even use a few syringes filled with numbing serum or his smoke bombs and flash grenades to escape. Outside of that, he doesn't even have basic hand to hand combat training. He can run pretty fast though and seems to like losing people by diving into areas crowded with either other people or random objects.

Habits: Coffee: Yashiru drinks so much of it that it has become a clear indicator of his health. If he doesn't have a cup in his hand, he either already finished it and is in the process of pouring another within the hour or there's something seriously wrong with him that day. He doesn't drink it just for energy, he truly enjoys the taste as a whole.

Residence: Taking after his parents, Yashiru lives in a pretty modest home. It's a small house with two bedrooms and one bathroom; the guest room is fully equipped with all of his extra medical supplies as well as his work desk where he finishes up any left over paperwork. He doesn't have a back porch but does have a foldable chair set out for when he goes out to watch the stars.

Musical Themes: Lost by BTS (the lyrics fit him well....in my head at least)

Quotes: "Yes, I'm crying but that happens when I heal others. If you don't want to see it again then try to be less reckless.", "Hold still and quit blubbering! I can't help you if you keep acting like you're still in diapers!", "You're all children but I'm not about to pass out candy like you're still in grade school....unless you want some- but you get those for special occasions." "We may be friends but the next time you go off trying to get killed, I'm healing you just enough to throw you in the nearest hospital. Oh, and you're paying for the bill on your own."

Quirk Name: Phoenix tears

Type: Emitter

Description: Yashiru can heal any injury or minor illness such as colds, headaches or chicken pox instantly so long as the injured is conscious and can say what needs to be healed. The only recoil Yashiru seems to have is when using his quirk, he will begin to cry (not sobbing but still awkward to some) He can't heal advanced illnesses like cancers or mental illnesses. He also can't use his quirk if he's not able to understand what the injured person is saying. While he can't use his quirk on himself, his tears also have a minor healing property that can be used on anyone including himself, however his tears take between 5 to 20 minutes to fully heal any injury on himself and it does not affect illnesses. On others, the tears take between 3 to 10 minutes to heal any injury aside from illnesses. He can store his tears in vials but they lose potency after 18 hours.

Strengths: The healing process takes between 10 to 20 seconds depending on how severe the wound is on others. Since it doesn't take away a person's energy or stamina, they can get right back on their feet afterwards if the wound had not caused them to go into shock beforehand. His tears can be used on those that can't communicate with him, so he saves them mainly for unconscious patients.

Weaknesses: While he can heal injuries, he and his target must be sitting still with some form of physical contact. He can't stop a person from going into shock either, even if they are healed and he can't heal fatal wounds that would kill a person in under two hours no matter how soon he gets to them (example: he could heal someone that's been, say, mauled by an animal but he can't heal a person that has been shot multiple times or stabbed in the heart/stomach.)

Main Skills: Due to the limits of his quirk, Yashiru knows a variety of languages for when he runs into foreigners. Those languages include English, Spanish, Japanese (main), Portuguese and French. He has a high level of knowledge on first aid, minor surgeries and the most common illnesses as well as signs for more serious illnesses.

#healer #bnha oc #Yashiru #i have no self control #will probably make another one next year #oc #teacher/medic

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