#hes intertwined with my friends freak oc :3

[mothscotch]

freak fortress ? in 2023 ? its more likely then you might think

[zeppelin-and-unicorns]

so i’ve read your entire fanfic recs lists and thank you so much for making it!! it introduced me to some of my fave fics like I Think It’s A Real Waste by Jaded Angel and That’s My Baby by kezztip (not including your works of course because i love them all). but now i’m at a lost of what to read. do you have any current fics or fics you would add to your lists?

p.s. so excited RYLH is gonna be updated soon!!! i am seriously in love with that story that it’s my pick me up fic

I'm glad my fanfic recs post was useful to you!! I spent a lot of time making that and I love ALL the stories I recommended.

[do you have any current fics or fics you would add to your lists?] -- Oh hell yeah, a lot of new fics came out after I made that post, and I've found a few more old ones. I'll list them all below (this is going to be LONG):

Multichapters:

all that glitters by SparklingSoul (canon divergence s3):

After getting into some hot water, Jackie and Hyde find themselves thrust into an unlikely partnership-- a partnership where in the lines of morality quickly become blurred as they lead each other down a questionable path to cope with their less than ideal home lives.

This story is a WIP.

Y'ALL, please trust me and read this one, it's amazing. The first chapter was posted yesterday and I'm already addicted.

Rated T.

6k words, one chapter so far.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde, background Fez/Kelso, and Eric/Donna.

Baby Blue by crimsinsky (s7 fix-it):

Zenmasters being Godparents.

This story is complete.

Rated T.

4k words, 5 chapters.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde, Kelso/Brooke

Friend of the Devil by glittermila (AU):

An AU where Hyde's a girl, and falls for Jackie anyway.

Btw, everyone's gay in this story and I love it, lol.

This story is a WIP.

Rated T.

65k words, 26 chapters so far.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde, Eric/Buddy, Eric/Donna, Fez/Kelso.

He Let Her Go by kezztip (canon divergence s7):

Jackie runs away to her wealthy grandmother in New York after the midseason 7 breakup. Will absence make Hyde's heart grow fonder? What happens when Jackie returns for a secret visit?

This story is complete.

Rated T.

17k words, 17 chapters.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

I Think I Was Blind Before I Met You by TeaTimeAllOverTown (AU):

He’s 14 and she’s 13 and he finds her crying outside the prison doors and, not that he would ever admit it, hearing her cry makes his skin itch.

This story is complete.

Rated T.

15k words, 2 chapters.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Just Ask Santa by heatherlea75 (post s8, Christmas fic):

This is a two part Christmas story featuring JH from Cliches and Things They Say. Sometimes, adults should believe in Santa Claus, too.

This story is complete.

Rated T.

10k words, 3 chapters.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Miracle by B_August (AU):

To Pam Burkhart, Jackie is the abnormal child that her husband dragged in during their vacation in Hawaii. To her peers, she's the smart and stuck-up princess that graces the school halls. To the Basement Gang, she's the annoying brat that infiltrated their ranks. To Jackie herself, she is a super powered freak who just wants to do her best. But to Jack Burkhart, Buddy Morgan, a pair of higher life forms, and those who she would later help, she is nothing short of a miracle.

This story is a WIP.

Rated T.

47k words, 33 chapters.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde, Eric/Donna, Fez/Buddy

My Best Friend's Girl by the bohemian flow (AU):

What if Hyde had a crush on Jackie instead of Donna?

This story is a WIP.

Rated T.

2k words, one chapter so far.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde, temporary Jackie/Kelso

perfect matches burn (and baby, so do we) by deartangerine (AU):

One year after their break-up, Jackie and Hyde have finally pieced themselves back together, on their own. Jackie's in school. Hyde's sober. But one fateful weekend stuck together at their best friends' wedding might be all it takes to tear them down again.

Or maybe, just maybe, to build something new.

Another fic where Hyde's genderbent, and it's great! I highly recommend reading the prequel, our fingers intertwined (just like our hearts).

This story is a WIP.

Rated M.

24k words, 9 chapters so far.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde, Eric/Donna

Play With Fire by ShinyBo0ts0fLeather (s8 canon divergence):

After Hyde comes back from Las Vegas, Sam comes into everyone's life and thus ruining the very last chance he had with Jackie. Instead of the moping around, Jackie is now fueled with fire and a sense of determination to move on and make a life for herself as a strong, independent woman. Instead of turning their back on Jackie and siding with Hyde, Eric, Donna, Kelso, Fez and even Laurie remain loyal friends to Jackie. Hyde is completely broken, but isn't a complete asshole to Jackie. The gang doesn't turn their back on Hyde, but instead support him yet hold him responsible for his actions instead of sweeping it all under the rug. While Jackie is set on moving on, Hyde is set on getting Jackie back and changing his ways for both her and his sake. Whatever it takes.

Eric never left to Africa, and Kelso is in Chicago with Brooke, but is still around. Donna sticks to her feminist values like in the early seasons and is a better friend to Jackie. Jackie is close to the Forman's as well, and her relationship with her father will be prominent and better here as well. Overall positive with some angst.

This story is a WIP.

Rated M.

30k words, 15 chapters.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde, Eric/Donna

Something Unexpected by crimsinsky (s1 canon divergence):

What if Jackie wasn’t quite so heartbroken over Kelso kissing Pam Macy?

This story is a WIP.

Rated T.

15k words, 11 chapters so far.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde, Red/Kitty

Spirit In The Night by springsteenicious (s4/s5 canon divergence):

Jackie and Hyde are in the midst of a passionate- and secret- fling. When Kelso's sister lends the six of them her cabin by a lake for a few days, they have to be even more secretive. But secrecy proves to be a difficult thing to maintain, especially when they can't seem to get enough of each other's presence. (Inspired by the Bruce Springsteen song).

This story is funny as hell, and it's a WIP.

Rated T.

4k words, 2 chapters.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde, Eric/Donna

Take The Money and Run! by MinaSeraphina (post s7):

This here's a story about Steven Hyde and Jackie Blue. Two young lovers with nothin' better to do...

Complete.

Rated M.

29k words, 12 chapters.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

The One That Wasn't Canon by samcaponi (AU):

Basically, this is an AU where Jackie never dated Kelso. It's not set in a specific season but will take different aspects from each season.

This has to be one of the cutest stories I've ever read in my life.

This story is a WIP.

It doesn't have a rating.

11k words, 9 chapters.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde, background Eric/Donna

Things Fall Apart by leoasc (s8 canon divergence):

On one night in a motel room in Chicago, Jackie and Hyde learn a valuable lesson about love and life: Things fall apart. People get hurt. Hearts get broken. Over the course of nine months and a series of events no one saw coming, they learn how true that really is.

Prepare yourself because your heart's going to be crushed, but the author guaranteed that they'll fix it so I'm trusting them.

This story is a WIP.

60k words, 9 chapters.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Too Late by brokenrussiancrawl (s8 canon divergence):

Hyde was not stalking her. It was just, after months of not seeing or hearing from her, finally spotting her in a bar made him realize how much he truly missed her. The only problem is, the tiny brunette wants nothing to do with the gang...even more so him. But he couldn't stay away.

This is angsty. Very, very angsty. But it's great!

This story is a WIP.

Rated T, but the author said that might change later.

23k words, 5 chapters so far.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde, Jackie/OC, background Eric/Donna

We're Not Broken, Just Bent by SparklingSoul (post s8):

When tragedy strikes and Jackie and Hyde are forced to live up to their godparent duties, they need to overcome their differences and work together. Along the way, they realize that maybe their relationship isn’t broken beyond repair after all...

This story is one of my favorites, I love it so much!! Please read it.

This story is complete.

Rated T.

67k words, 24 chapters.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde, background Eric/Donna

When Did This Happen? by QueenBookBuff (post s8):

Hyde is stunned when he finds out Jackie and Eric no longer hate each other, and he finds he hates the idea of her having a soft place to land that is not him. What he hates even more is the idea that Eric is protecting Jackie from him.

Angsty and beautiful story, I'm loving it.

This story is a WIP.

Rated M.

46k words, 13 chapters so far.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

One-shots:

Anything For You, Doll by icanseeformiles (missing moment):

One-shot, takes place during season 5. Jackie is sick while staying overnight with Hyde in the basement, and Hyde has to take care of her. All fluff.

Rated T.

2k words.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Five Years by johnnycakewasgolden (idk, it wasn't specified):

It's been five years. Fluffy fic. Sappiness. H/J.

Rated T.

1k words.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

He Cared by johnnycakewasgolden (missing moment):

After Hyde tells Kelso that he's a tool for trying to get out of Brooke's pregnancy. Hyde's thoughts drift to Jackie and everything between them.

Rated T.

1k words.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Here I Go Again by Tandy (I think it's post s8 but I'm not sure):

Life had not turned out like Jackie had planned. She wasn't rich, she had no maid, no mansion, and no husband. (don't worry this is fluffy).

Rated T.

5k words.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

I'll Have To Say I Love You In A Song by springsteenicious (s5 canon divergence):

"Every time the time was right all the words just came out wrong, so I'll have to say I love you in a song..."

Hyde isn't sure how to tell Jackie he loves her. Then he finds the perfect way, and it's a song sung by Jim Croce.

Rated G.

1k words.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

I LOVE YOU by PrettyinPink33 (I think it's s5 canon divergence but I'm not sure):

"Why can't you say it? It's three words. Eight letters! Why can't you say it?" Hyde doesn't want to use the L-word. A sweet little fluffy J/H oneshot

Rated T.

839 words.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

is this the place that i've been dreaming of? by SparklingSoul (missing moment):

��I’m mostly over it now,” she continues, “but sometimes I can’t help but worry about that same thing with any guy. So tell me, would you break up with me, too?”

Jackie has some leftover relationship insecurities from when she dated Kelso and Hyde is there to remind her that she doesn't have to worry anymore.

Rated T.

1k words.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

It's a Hyde Thing by not.so.tragically (AU canon divergence):

It became a Hyde thing. She had part in one of his Hyde things, and for some reason, he was okay with it.

Rated T.

2k words.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Magic Man by ShanghaiLily (missing moment):

Just a sexy little 'missing scene' one-shot that takes place after Donna returns from California and she and Eric catch Jackie & Hyde together on the couch but before Kelso finds out about the affair. After a naughty afternoon together, they admit to themselves & each other they don't want to break up.

Rated M. Very M.

2k words.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Nice To Meet You by crimsinsky (AU):

What If Jackie and Hyde met without Jackie and Kelso ever dating?

A loudmouth girl meets a troublemaking knight in shining armor.

Rated T.

2k words.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Now you're looking pretty in a hotel bar by MissRaichyl (post s8):

Hyde and Jackie meet after a long time apart and find comfort in each other that they thought was long gone.

Rated M.

2k words.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Old and Grey by zpplnchick (post s8):

After a busy day of shopping, Jackie and Hyde make one last purchase: new boots. Post-finale. Told from a 3rd-party perspective.

Rated T.

1k words.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

One Special Morning by marirable (missing moment):

If anyone caught him at this hour and in this situation, they would be inevitably buried in the Formans' backyard to maintain his burnout image and not lead it towards the worst. Towards the gang thinking that Hyde got himself a heart.

Rated K.

643 words.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

She's a Rainbow by trobedisons (AU? idk):

"she comes in colors everywhere, she combs her hair, she's like a rainbow."

as with everything, jackie is the opposite. they're polar opposites. the rich girl; the bad boy. archetypes that should clash, but they attract. it was as if his calloused hands were crafted to mold into the curve of her hips.

hyde notices jackie’s affinity for rainbow sweaters. hyde also notices he likes jackie. so what happens when she needs a date?

Rated T.

1k words.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

The Big Toy by JoyfulHeartEO (missing moment?):

When Jackie and Hyde get bored at the Drive in with their friends...where will they go? And what will they do? ;D Read and find out what happens.

Rated M because this has a lot of sex, but it's well written and funny.

3k words.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Where Did You Sleep Last Night by QueenBookBuff (s8 canon divergence):

Would a married Jackie ever break her vow to be faithful?

I love ALL of QBB's stories, but this one has a special place in my heart, I don't know why.

Rated T.

This work is part of a series, so there's a sequel.

4k words.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde, Jackie/Kelso

Why Didn't You Tell Anyone? by zpplnchick (missing moment):

The gang talks about their first kiss, and a surprising revelation is revealed… Set shortly after 4x20.

Rated K+.

6k words.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

You Give Me Fever by crimsinsky (missing moment):

Jackie is sick, or is she? She claims she is, but Kelso says he saw her not too long ago. Who is Hyde supposed to believe, and what does he do about it?

Rated G.

5k worrds.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

1983 by antrazi (post s8? idk):

Somebody comes back and watches Hyde's life from the outside.

Rated T.

731 words.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

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I think this is it! I probably forgot some fics because my brain is weird, but yeah. I've read all of these, and they're all amazing. I think you'll love them!

[wishiwasntstillhere]

me n my 98569345 ouran AUs

so on november 9th i started a doc to keep track of a bunch of ouran AUs ive been thinking about and i swear the number of aus has tripled since but anyway here’s a list because i doubt i’ll write them all but i have full outlines for all of them so i do kind of... want to. names are based off what i called them in my google doc. *** are the ones i have written 40% of already lol

AUs:

1. Dimension Hopper: For reasons unknown, Tamaki Suoh gets transported to an alternate dimension where he didn’t come to Japan when he turned 14. The people who were once his friends have no memory of nor patience for him anymore, and it’s up to him to bring the Host Club back together, and figure out why he was transported here in the first place. Endgame tamakyo.

2. ***Episode 8 fixit***: A series of endings and turning points that would have made me less freaked out about the disaster that is Episode 8. Read it and/or rant at “Haruhi Deserves Better, Hosts!” on ao3. Very much ongoing. Will stop when I can sleep at night again. No ships because my feelings about this episode are complicated enough.

3. Ghost AU: Haruhi is a normal girl who suddenly gains the ability to see ghosts, because her life is a nightmare. She meets the six infamous ghosts of Ouran Academy, each bound to this world by things out of their control.

4. ***Cinder-Renge***: Renge’s dad, who has raised her as a single parent for 15 whole years, suddenly remarries. It... doesn’t go so well for Renge. Luckily, the Host Club is there for their manager. Cinderella!AU, endgame harurenge!!!

5. Hanahaki disease au: Hanahaki disease but if it wasn’t a deadly condition, just a ridiculous, irresponsible, humiliatingly painful disease for one Kyouya Ootori. At first everyone assumes it’s haruhi he likes because literally everyone else in the host club has caught flowers for haruhi so they’re just waiting for kyouya to confess and get over it. Except that of course, they’re not actually for Haruhi, and although the flowers won’t kill him Kyouya would die before admitting his feelings for Tamaki Suoh.

6. Shameless Kyouya OC Girlfriend: The twins have a cousin who programs. Kyouya, looking to expand the host club’s capacities, hires her. Except she’s super sensitive, and he’s kind of a dick. It’s a long road to being friends, a longer road to becoming real, maskless friends, and then a surprisingly short tumble into love.

7. ***Soulmates of Different Flavors***: In a world where each soulmate bond has a different sign of soul-binding, some people feel their soulmates’ pain, others have the day of their meeting scrawled across their wrist. The Host Club is stuck managing seven different soulbonds, one for each of their soulmates.  Found family-centric. Read more about the soulmate mechanics on this post!

8. ***Kyouya is stressed au***: Can we even call this an AU? Based off the fact that mental health and physical health are very much intertwined, and Kyouya Ootori spends too much time working on the computer. The Host Club bands together to help him relax and figure his stuff out, and Kyouya learns to let down his walls and practice self-compassion. Tamakyo. I do love a good emotionally vulnerable shoulder massage, after all.

9. Spy/Kidnap AU: Someone’s stolen Kyouya’s black book and is trying to kidnap him. Knowing they’ll probably go for the Host Club next, he kidnaps the host club to keep them safe. Together, they fight to keep each other safe and get to the bottom of the mystery. Involves spy tropes, but in lame ways because they’re a bunch of dorks. Also, obligatory “and there was only one bed” scene but there are seven people so it genuinely is a problem. Endgame tamakyo and mori/haruhi

10. Things the Twins Made Fun of About Tamakyo: listen I just need more mutual pining while everyone else in the host club suffers. Anyway, the host club does a cosplay––where they all act as each other. Naturally, the twins claim the roles of Tamaki and Kyouya, and drama ensues.

11. ***LGBTeen Solidarity***: So in high school being in love with girls was scary. And talking to fellow LGBT kids made me feel okay. So with that in mind, this is a story about how Haruhi and Renge are working out their relationship at the same time as Tamaki and Kyouya are angsting about how they can never be together... except that the more all 8 host club kids support each other, the less scary and more possible it seems.

12. Self soothing fic: Haruhi and Hikaru are having boundary issues. Haruhi is not very good at asking for help but she is good at reading people and solving their problems, so she goes to someone who is equally bad at asking for help but good at solving people’s problems. Kyouya and Haruhi talk it out so that Haruhi can work things out. I probably won’t post this bc Reasons but it exists.

13. Mr. Brightside/Satisfied: Tamaki isn’t making his move to ask Haruhi out, and Kyouya is legitimately losing it having to wait, and Haruhi is growing anxious and frustrated about it. In a truly terrible idea, Kyouya offers to fake-date Haruhi (who he has fallen in love with), so that Tamaki (who he has also fallen in love with) will finally get jealous enough to admit his feelings. In a completely out of the blue, totally unforeseen twist, the plan works too well and they all fall in love with each other like nerds. mostly a crackfic bc i love them but they’re all so dumb...

[crash-cinematic-universe]

Holographic Sand is a Kickass Band Name

pairing: peter maximoff/OC(graciella decuerpo) (high school AU/not canon)

summary: peter learns that a fuckton can change in the course of a week

warnings: none? bad language and peter is simp but thats it

notes **please read**: Heyyyyy how are you doing? good? that’s great. so ik this fic is a peter/oc fic, but honesty i only use her name a few times and a few defining features but like. thats it. so you can totally just imagine urself in her position. also this fic is 5,550 words exactly. that’s the most ive ever written and I am SUPER fucking proud. I think i might become one of those blogs where i write super huge monster fics that im proud of instead of just writing to fill requests.if u dont want that then just lmk and i will not do that. i dont know. maybe. also this fic is peter centric because uh it is. anyways enjoy <3

taglist: @creator-appreciator, @simonsbluee

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Monday

           Peter sat across the room, his arms crossed neatly on top of his knees as he rested his chin on his forearm. He wasn’t paying attention to the lesson being taught in front of him, in fact, he wasn’t paying attention to anything at all. No, Peter was lost in his head again. Peter’s mind was a chaotic minefield of music and cheesy one-liners and random facts that he seems to just know. But this time, he wasn’t envisioning himself beating up a police officer or playing with Pink Floyd. This time, he was picturing a perfect world where nothing ever happened yet nothing was ever boring. Peter had built a utopia in his mind-- a kingdom created to his exact preferences. A blissful tower of joy and happiness and energy and satisfaction. A paradise where he stood on top of the world with Graciella DeCuerpo, the pretty girl from algebra  class, standing right next to him.

          Now, Peter was well aware that the pretty girl from algebra  class had no idea who Peter was. The pair had never exchanged more than a few words, but somewhere within those few words, Peter managed to decide that she was his soulmate. He’d created an image of her in his head that would make God weep tears of envy, the perfect personality for the perfect person.  Peter willfully ignored the fact that he was setting himself up for heartbreak as he imagined how nice it would feel to have her fingers intertwined with his. 

           All of Peter’s friends thought he was ridiculous, ‘you can’t love someone you don’t know,’ they’d say. Peter would only scoff and shake away their words. He absolutely can love someone he doesn’t know, it’s getting the other person to reciprocate those feelings that’s nearly impossible. However, that doesn’t stop him from fantasizing at night. That doesn’t stop him from imagining the various ways he’d confess his love to the pretty girl who doesn’t love him. Or maybe she does. Peter doesn’t know, he could never know; unless, of course, he worked up the courage to talk to her. 

          Scott constantly teased Peter about his one-sided infatuation, but Peter paid no mind to him. He was 100% content with his perpetual pining for someone who probably didn’t know his name. He was totally okay with the unending ache in his chest that would appear any time she walked by or met his gaze. Peter was alright with his ceaseless yearning and the eternal feeling of disappointment that overtook him every time he snapped out of one of his fantasies. He was a-okay with all of that.

          So, there he was, spacing out during biology class as Professor Hargreeves struggles to teach the silver teen about photosynthesis. The Professor looked at Peter with desperate eyes, soon deciding that having his usually energetic student be quiet and still was the silver lining of the situation-- no pun intended. Professor Hargreeves droned on as Peter glanced at the clock, counting down the minutes until 7th period. Counting the seconds until he got to see the pretty girl in algebra  class once again.

Tuesday

          6th period was always the worst part of Peter’s day-- the dreaded english class. There were many contributing factors to Peter’s hatred for this class; the professor was a bore, the material itself was uninteresting, and Peter could never seem to sit still or retain any of the words he read in english class. Worst of all, english class seemed to go on forever, leaving Peter to impatiently wait for the bell to ring and release him to 7th period. At the end of the period every day, he was practically vibrating in his seat. 

          “Can anyone tell me what Juliet’s suicide is supposed to symbolize?” the Professor asked expectantly. Peter couldn’t care less about the symbolism of some chick’s suicide-- he’d much rather be studying the features of his algebra  class infatuation. 

          She sat next to him yesterday. There were at least 5 other open seats and she sat next to him. Yes, Peter read too much into it and yes, Peter spent the entire class period trying to make himself seem naturally cool, but he didn’t care. Peter would act like the most desperate, pathetic, lovestruck loser in the world if it meant that she would like him. They didn’t talk, they didn’t exchange a single word, nevertheless, Peter was in a state of euphoria for the entire class period. 

          Sometimes Peter feels like a stalker. He watches her whenever he can-- he doesn’t follow her around or anything, but if she’s around, he’ll stare at her. He has her features memorized, the curve of her nose, the dark brown irises surrounding her pupils, the way that she always seems to have chipped black nail polish on. He sees the small things. He sees the way she bites her nails when he gets bored and he sees the way her leg never seems to stop bouncing. She hums the basslines to songs as opposed to the melody. 

          English class came to an abrupt end as the bell cut off the Professor’s teachings as well as Peter’s distant daydreaming. Peter was out of his seat within seconds, his notes and books quickly being swept up in his arms as he walked out of the room. The hallways are crowded and chaotic and busy, each individual student attempting to get to their locker then to their class on time. Peter watches as kids swing their lockers open, fatigue and weariness apparent on their faces as they disappear into their classrooms. Peter reaches his locker hastily, the few small posters of classic rocks bands adorning the inside of his locker door. A playful giddiness overcame his body as he made his way to algebra  class, a small smile left on his face.

          Graciella shows up across the hallway, her bright red hair catching his eye in a sea of brown and blonde and blue. His stomach flutters as they get closer and closer to each other, finally meeting outside of the classroom. Her eyes rise to meet Peter’s, and instead of pulling away, Peter keeps looking. She smiles at him before disappearing inside the classroom, and Peter felt his knees get weak. With a deep breath and a triumphant smile, he walked into the classroom.

Wednesday

          Lunchtime; possibly one of the most enjoyable parts of Peter’s school day. Peter is free to kick back and stuff his face full of whatever junk the school board deems nutritious enough for highschoolers. Usually, he ate lunch under the bleachers with his friends, but in some sick twist of fate most of them were absent. So, Peter was left to eat alone in his usual spot.

          The quiet was comfortable, refreshing. The gentle summer breeze would blow every few minutes and Peter would listen to the rustle of the leaves. There’s a certain tranquility to being alone; Peter can lay back and relax and just… think. No stress, no panicking, no--

          “Hey, uh, Peter, right?” Peter’s eyes snap up so fast he’s afraid they would detach from his head and fall out. His breath faltered and his hands began to shake a bit-- why was he so freaked out? She was just a girl; sure, she was the prettiest girl he’d ever seen, and yeah, he was madly in love with her, but that’s besides the point. 

          “Uh-- uh, yeah, P-Peter. That’s, uh, that’s me,” He chuckled awkwardly, desperately trying to stay cool. Peter was an awkward person, but he’d rather die than fuck up his chances with Grace.

          “You dropped this on your way out of class yesterday, I, uhm, didn’t get to return it to you until now,” She holds out a small key chain with three small keys hanging off of it-- Peter’s house keys, along with the key to his mother’s car. He quickly takes the key chain from the red-haired girl in front of him.

          “Holy shit, uh, thanks! I couldn’t get into my house yesterday so I guess you saved me from another broken window,” Peter held up his hand and showcased the scattered pattern of small cuts on his palm. Grace laughed lightly before gently running her fingers over the cuts on Peter’s palm.

          “Oh fuck, dude, these look pretty bad. Maybe keep a spare key hidden under your welcome mat or something,” Peter doesn’t fully process Grace’s words; he’s too preoccupied with trying not to collapse at the feeling of her fingertips on his palm.

          “Hey, you okay? You look… pale,” Grace pressed the back of her hand on Peter’s forehead in an attempt to check for illness, but that just made Peter’s skin erupt in goosebumps. 

          “I, um, I’m fine. I’m just st-stressed about the algebra  t-test on Friday, I th-think,” To be fair, Peter was stressed about the algebra  test. Peter may or may not have spent the entire class staring at Grace instead of, you know, learning the material.

          “Oh! Well, if you want, I can help you study. I’m also kinda worried about it, and I study better with other people,” Peter silently thanked god for what was happening to him.

          “That would be fuckin’ fantastic,” Grace smiled a smile that made Peter shiver.

          “Cool! Uh, I’ll give you my phone number and we’ll meet up tomorrow. One day isn’t much time to study, but it’s better than nothing.” She pulls a pen out of her backpack and rips a small piece of paper out of one of her notebooks. Peter watches as she scribbles down her phone number and hands the paper to him.

          “Thanks. For everything, the keys, the studying-- everything.” Grace smiled.

          “It’s no problem, Peter, really. I’ll call you later,” And just like that, she walked away. Peter was left alone under the bleachers, a wide smile plastered on his face as he read the piece of paper in his hands over and over and over again.

Thursday

          30 minutes. 30 minutes until Grace Reaper DeCuerpo, the prettiest, nicest, funniest girl Peter had ever met would show up on his doorstep. She would be inside his house for god knows how long. She would sit next to Peter-- either on the coffee table in the basement or on the floor of his bedroom. Needless to say, Peter was freaking the fuck out.

          The plan was simple: Grace shows up, they study, they get comfortable, and she goes home. Yet, in those four simple steps, so much could go wrong. Wanda could interrupt, his mother could lose her temper, Lorena could start crying-- worst of all, Peter could embarrass himself and drive her away. 

           Peter was in the middle of reorganizing his record collection for a third time when he heard a knock at the door. His blood went cold and an electric excitement ran through his veins. Peter checked his hair in the mirror one last time before running to the door. He stood silently, staring at the chrome handle hesitantly. This was his one chance. His only chance to make his perfect kingdom real-- Peter really, really, really didn't want to fuck it up. With a deep breath, he slowly opened the door.

          "Hey, Peter!" Her voice was smooth and melodic and it made Peter's heart light up. He’s about to respond with something smooth and witty when a squeaky voice chirps behind him.

         “Hi!! Are you the pretty girl Peter talks about?” Peter can physically feel his face turn bright red as he turns to see his six-year-old sister, Lorena, standing behind him. She’s wearing a purple princess dress that has a syrup stain on the sleeve. Grace laughs before stepping through the doorway. 

          “Lorena!” Peter groans in annoyance, a pleading look on his face. The young girl just giggles before scurrying away, her dress flowing behind her.

          “‘The pretty girl Peter talks about’, huh?” Grace grins at Peter cheekily. Peter runs his hand through his hair before motioning to the staircase.

          “God, Lorna is quite the kid. Well, uh, we can work in my room,” He sighs. “And Grace? Uh, m-maybe don’t let Lorena change your opinion of me,” She just smirks before walking past Peter.

          “Too late,” She called before disappearing down the stairs. Peter could hear the faintest trace of a smile in her voice. His heart skipped a beat as he quickly followed after her. 

          She was wearing a Pink Floyd t-shirt and holding a backpack with various pins on it-- her left ear was pierced in three places and her right in five. The earrings she was wearing were black, or maybe grey; her bright red hair blocked Peter’s view of them. She was wearing rings, some odd words engraved in the metal. Peter couldn’t read them from where he was standing. She was wearing a skirt with fishnets, her hand buried in the pockets that seem to have been sewn in herself. She has callouses on both her hands, but Peter knew that already. Her appearance would put Aphrodite to shame-- suddenly, Peter was much less confident in himself than he was before. He ran his hand through his hair again before reaching the basement.

          He held his breath as Grace looked around his room, her gaze lingering on the plethora of stolen signs and band posters covering the walls. She placed her backpack on the floor and walked over to Peter’s record collection, her fingers carefully flitting through the different albums. She seemed… impressed. It was then that Peter realized it had been silent for much too long.

          “Y’know I can, uh, p-play some music if you want me to. You can just pick a record and, uh, I’ll... play it,” Peter winced at his words, cursing himself for being so awkward in front of the girl he’d been pining after since the beginning of the year. He felt like everything had spiraled out of control, and he watched idly as it happened. Then, Grace shot him a smile and pulled out a record.

          “You have a good taste in music, Silver,” No one had ever called Peter ‘silver’ before. He liked it a bit more than he should. “Although, that’s not really a surprise. I had a feeling you were cool.” 

          “You think I’m cool?” Peter asked, shocked. He wasn’t sure he heard her correctly.

          “Oh, totally. I see you in the hallways sometimes and you always seem so… carefree. Genuine. I don’t know, I guess it’s just… you, ya know? You’re naturally cool.” Every syllable that rolled off her tongue shot euphoria through Peter’s veins. Grace DeCuerpo, the girl Peter Maximoff had dreamed of for almost a full year, was telling him that she thought he was cool. Naturally cool. 

          “I know a lot of people who would disagree with you on that one,” Peter joked. There was truth behind his humor, but of course, he didn’t want to get into his insecurities now. “They think I’m a total loser, which isn’t totally wrong I guess.”

          “Well those people are stupid,” She stated matter-of-factly with a smile. “Speaking of stupid, we should probably get to work.” Peter nodded before sitting beside her on the floor. 

          For three hours they poured over their algebra  books. They quizzed each other and checked each other’s work; Peter’s proficiency in simplifying radicals aiding them both. Every now and then their hands would brush against each other, or the conversation would stray away from school and into their personal lives. Peter learned that Grace had two brothers, one of which passed away when she was younger. Peter talked about Lorena and Wanda and his miraculous abilities in the same way that she talked about her hometown and her own abilities. The conversation was smooth and natural-- Peter didn’t feel like he was being too annoying or too chatty and there was seldom an awkward pause. The pair were content in their time together, not a single moment went by where one wished the other would leave. 

          Eventually, Grace had to go home. Peter wished that she could stay forever, but of course, that would be considered kidnapping. He walked her to the door, although Peter didn’t feel like he was walking. He felt like he was floating.

          “Well, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, Silver,” Grace said softly as she turned to face Peter. She looked him in the eye and he could feel his stomach flutter. 

          “Yeah, I guess so,” She opened the door, but before she left, she froze. She turned to look at Peter once again. 

          “Peter?” she said. “You’re not a loser.”

Friday

          Peter could tell the second he walked through the front door of his high school that something had changed. The energy that radiated in the halls shifted from a dull buzz of boredom to a rush of anticipation. The students in the hallway looked the same as always; tired and anxious and wishing for the day to go by quickly. However, Peter wasn’t wishing for the end of the day, and he certainly wasn’t tired. He was determined and energized and absolutely terrified, because that morning Peter Maximoff made the most important decision a seventeen-year-old could. He decided that he was going to ask Grace out on a date. 

          Peter made the choice to keep this from his friends-- it’s not that he didn’t trust them, it’s just that Peter knew he would be teased for his infatuation. It’s happened before and it will happen again. He walked down the hallways with a brave face on, his eyes forward and his heart racing. Truthfully, the silver teenager was terrified of… well, everything. The looming image of a harsh rejection forced itself into his mind; the idea that she would laugh in his face made his heart break a tiny bit, even though it wasn’t real. Peter simply shook those images away and walked on. 

          The day flew by much faster than Peter was comfortable with, and for the first time ever, he was dreading algebra  class. He was terrified that he would walk through the door and have everything be exactly the same-- he feared that Grace would go back to not knowing who he was, just like before. Peter was alright with never being her boyfriend, but he didn’t want to be a stranger. He didn’t think he could take being a stranger anymore. 

            So, there he stood, staring at the door to his algebra classroom from across the hall. He felt confident and prepared himself for the task at hand. In four long strides, he entered the classroom. Grace was sitting next to an empty desk, her eyes stuck on the small notebook full of doodles on her desk. Peter watched as her eyes raised to meet his, a wide smile forming on her face as she motioned him over. 

          “Hey, silver! I saved a seat for ya,” she called, and Peter felt his knees get weak. He then decided that he would wait until after class to ask her out. 

          “You did?”

          “Of course,” She grinned. “I like you, dude, you’re my friend,” Peter’s heart fluttered as he sat down beside her. Grace shot an odd look his way before reaching out and placing a hand on his arm. “Hey, you look stressed. Don’t sweat it, silver, you’ll do fine. We studied for, like, 3 hours yesterday. You’re gonna ace it,”

          To be frank, Peter had forgotten all about the test. The real reason he looked so stressed was because he happened to be sitting next to the love of his life, and the love of his life happened to be touching his arm. 

          “O-oh! Uh, yeah, thanks. I was just nervous because of… the test,” The bell rang and class began, the professor strictly laying down the rules that were to be followed while the test was in session. Peter could feel the lingering touch of her hand on his skin. It made his head feel fuzzy.

          Peter soon came to learn that sitting next to Grace during a test was a huge mistake. He couldn’t focus on anything other than her-- it didn’t help that she kept shooting him glances from where she sat. The numbers and letters on the paper in front of him seemed to rearrange before his eyes, instead spelling out various taunts. He feels a little pathetic for how easily Grace can unravel him, but hey, he’s a teenager. 

          The silver-haired boy’s eyes were struggling to decipher the words on his page when a small folded square landed on his desk. It came from Grace’s direction, and a small smirk had formed on her lips as she solved equations. Hesitantly, he unfolded the paper and read the neatly written message.

          Hey silver :)

          Peter smiled softly. He quickly pulled a pad of post-it notes out of his backpack and scribbled down a quick reply.

          I have no idea what I’m doing. I think Professor Stedman decided to write our tests in hieroglyphics this time.

          He flicked the note onto her desk and quickly turned his face downward. Class would be over soon, and Peter knew he couldn’t turn in a blank test. He uses his enhanced speed to do his assessment in seconds. Sure, he was almost certain he’d barely reach a passing grade, but hey, he had bigger matters to focus on. By the time he finished, another note landed on his desk.

          That bad, huh? Looks like we better study longer next time. 

          Peter’s heart swelled a bit. He really thought the study sessions were a one-time thing. He’s overjoyed to know he’ll get to see Grace semi-regularly, even if he never manages to ask her out.

          I think I’d rather hang out with you without the looming threat of schoolwork. 

          That’s the closest Peter could get to asking her out. He put deep thought into every word, he examined the phrasing and checked the spelling of every word. His english teacher would be proud.

          That can be arranged ;) 

          Peter had no idea that four words could make him feel so much. He had no idea that 17 letters could make him want to scream in the middle of a silent testing period. His hand was shaking and his careful planning was abandoned as he scribbled back a reply.

          Oh yeah? What did you have in mind?

          Patiently, he waited. He waited for Grace to finish writing her response and he waited for her to toss the note back over. He didn’t wait for more than a few minutes, but it felt like hours. He was panicking, and he was sure she could tell. She was probably joking, right? She was probably writing an awkward clarification-- she was probably explaining that she would actually rather die than be around him for non-academic reasons. He braced himself as the yellow post-it landed on the center of his desk.

          My aunt owns a drive-in a few miles from here and she gave me keys to the projector room and the gate. She managed to snag a copy of The Exorcist-- I thought you’d like to join me during my midnight escapade tomorrow night.

          Peter’s heart stopped. For a moment, he thought his eyes were fooling him. Maybe this was all some sick joke. Maybe he was being set up. Maybe he’ll get in her car tomorrow and she’ll drive him into the woods and murder him. To be completely honest, Peter wouldn’t mind if she murdered him. Peter wrote his reply.

          Really? You want me there? I might be a drag. You could probably find at least 20 other people who would probably be more interesting than me.

          Grace frowned at his response, and suddenly Peter decided he never wanted to see her frown again. She wrote confidently, her words solid and sure.

          You? A drag? Impossible. I don’t want to be alone, and I don’t want to be with anyone other than you, Maximoff. 

          This note was his undoing. He couldn’t help himself, he read it over and over and over again-- he almost forgot to respond. He wanted to hold onto it forever, he wanted it to be framed and hung on his wall. Hell, he wanted it tattooed on his arm. Peter had never been so happy while taking a test, that’s for sure. He wasn’t sure exactly what to say; he went from heartfelt responses to witty retorts. Finally, he decided to be totally and completely honest.

          I wouldn’t miss it for the world.

Saturday 

          There was seldom a time in his life where Peter Maximoff felt wholly content. Even in the most peaceful moments, there was always something bothering him, there was always something to pull him back to reality. However, sitting in the back of Grace’s dad’s convertible with the seats down and the roof pulled back, his head resting on her shoulder as they watched a cheesy horror movie, Peter was as close to nirvana as he’d ever been. 

          Life had always been so hard for Peter. He’s always had to fight for his seat at the table, to claw his way into a state of mind that wasn’t a hellhole. It seemed as if the world was plotted against him; he was ostracized from society and taught that he, along with his closest family and friends, were monsters. He never met his father and his mother spent so long fighting her own battles that she forgot to love her kids. Peter had to steal to stay fed, and he had to do his best to raise his little sisters to be good people. But right there, right then? That wasn’t hard. Peter didn’t have to be anyone or do anything-- he just had to exist next to someone who wanted him. That was the easiest thing Peter had ever done.

          Peter wasn’t exactly sure how he got there. Of course, he knew that they had driven to the drive-in, but he wasn’t sure how he was the person next to Grace. They had spoken for one day, maybe two, and somehow he landed himself in the most perfect spot in the entire universe. Less than a week ago, she didn’t even know his name. Or, maybe she did. Maybe she was just like Peter-- maybe she had spent the past year pining for him, and finally she worked up the nerve to just talk to him. Maybe. Peter isn’t complaining either way.

          “Can I ask you a kind of cheesy question?” Peter is startled by the sound of his own voice. Grace sits up and glances at him.

          “Shoot,”

          “Do you-- well, uh, don’t read too much into this, but, do you believe in love at first sight?” God, he sounded awkward. 

          “Nope,” She said bluntly. Peter wasn’t expecting that answer, but he wasn’t exactly disappointed by it. “I mean, it’s kind of a stupid idea, ya know? Like, isn’t there a million poems and sonnets and books written about how love is this weird complicated monster of a feeling? I don’t think you can really love someone just by looking at them. You can love the idea of a person, sure, or maybe the look of a person, but you can’t love that person. Because a person is so much more than ‘first sight’,” she sighs. “I don’t know, maybe I’m being a killjoy. It just seems dumb to me-- dumb and, I don’t know, exclusive,”

          Peter stops to think for a moment. He steps out of his lovesick chaotic hellbrain and looks at his feelings from an outside perspective. He thinks back to the kingdom he created in his brain-- a kingdom built on a foundation of sand. Or, less than sand. Holographic sand, because the sand he built his kingdom on wasn’t real. He made a mental note that ‘Holographic Sand’ is a kickass band name, then resumed his impromptu soul-searching. She was right-- he could see  that now. Scott was right, too. You really can’t love someone you don’t know, because if you don’t know them, you fill in the gaps. You fill in the gaps with what you think fits, and then the other person stops being them and starts being parts of you. Peter suddenly felt weird.

          “I’m sorry if I said something wrong,” Grace interjects after a while. Peter hadn’t realized he’d been silent for so long.

          “You didn’t say anything wrong. On the contrary, you, uh, you made things a little bit more… right, in my brain. You somehow managed to take a little chunk of chaos and tame it, which is scarily impressive,” he joked. “Remind me to ask you your opinion on the meaning of life and the root of true happiness,” They’re joined in a chorus of laughter and Peter realizes that his little brain kingdom didn’t hold a candle to the red convertible he was sitting in. She slings an arm around his shoulders.

          “Y’know, I might not know the meaning of life, but I am pretty close to true happiness right now,” She says, softer than before. “Maybe the root of true happiness is you, Maximoff,” She chuckles. Peter smiles. He doesn’t want the ruin the moment-- god, he is desperately trying to keep himself from fucking it up, but he feels obligated to tell her about his year of pining.

          “Hey, uh, can I tell you something kinda pathetic?” He cringes at the way his voice trembled on the last word. 

          “Go ahead, Peter,” She used his name this time. Peter thinks she knows he’s about to say something mildly serious.

          “I’ve liked you since, like, the beginning of the year. You seemed so… cool. So nice. I saw you in the hallways and my stomach would get all twisted up and my head would hurt a little bit. It was like I was allergic to you, but I enjoyed it. That sounds weird. I’m sorry,” He stopped for a moment, attempting to take the buzzing mass of words in his brain and string them into a sentence. “I was too afraid to talk to you, so I, uh, asked around. I got other people’s opinions of you and then built a little version of you in my brain. I realize now that, uhm, the little brain version of you is like, way way worse than actual you,”

          When you talked to me the first time, you threw me off. I wasn’t really nervous about the test-- I mean, yeah I was nervous but that’s not why I looked so pale. I just wasn’t expecting for you to talk to me, like, willingly. So I lied because I was embarrassed. And I lied again in class yesterday. Because I was embarrassed,” He stopped talking. Peter felt like he was digging himself into a hole-- he felt like he killed the sweet sugary mood. 

          “Why are you telling me this?” Grace asked. She didn’t sound angry. She sounded a little confused, and she sounded like she was trying to help Peter decipher his brain. 

          “I don’t know, I guess I just feel bad. I feel bad for, uh, for not being honest I guess. I feel bad for being a coward,” Yep, definitely killed the mood.

          “Peter, you shouldn’t feel bad for being afraid, you know,” She assures. “I would’ve done the exact same thing in your position. Hell, I did do the exact same thing in your position,” That caught Peter’s attention.

          “What?”

          “You didn’t drop your keys in algebra. You dropped them somewhere in bio and my friend found them. She was gonna take them to the office, but I wanted an excuse to talk to you, so I said I’d return them,” Peter couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He was being pranked, he had to be. “Being awkward and weird is like a requirement in high school. Don’t sweat it, Maximoff, really. We’re all the same in that way, I think,”

          Peter felt a wave of relief wash over him. He was feeling too much at that moment, he was letting the bad drown out the good. He didn’t want to remember the day in a sad light.

          “I like you. A lot. Even if you are awkward and weird,” He smiles softly. Slowly, ever so slowly, he intertwined his fingers with those of the girl beside him. It was a simple display of affection, but it made Peter feel like he was floating.

          “I like you too, dork,” Peter smiled widely before placing his head back on Grace’s shoulder. Peter wasn’t paying attention to the movie, in fact, he wasn’t paying attention to anything at all. No, Peter was lost in his head again-- but this time, he wasn’t standing on a false kingdom with a false version of the girl he liked. No, this time, he was thinking about the very real girl beside him. He was thinking about the perfect world they had created in the small car they were in; a perfect world where he felt so much emotion and so, so safe. They had built a utopia in the back seat- a blissful tower of awkwardness and comfort and clumsy confessions. A paradise where he sat in the back seat of a Ford Galaxie with Graciella DeCuerpo, the pretty girl from algebra class, sitting right next to him. 

[bestbakubros]

a/n: hello babes! this is the last of my art/writing trade fics and this is for @htownsmash!! I enjoyed writing a story for her oc and tamaki and i’m so happy i could write for her again!! thank you for being the best nani!! 

warnings: fake dating, friends to crushes, obnoxious family members, fluff!!, aged-up izuku, prohero deku

pairing: nani higurashi x izuku midoriya

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Be my Date for the Night (wedding/fake dating au with Izuku Midoriya and Nani Higurashi)

The cheering and roars of applause had quieted down as the soon to be husband and wife sat at the table for the Higurashi annual family dinner. Nani’s sister, Audrey, was going to get married in a few weeks and the Higurashi family was quite excited to see one of their own get married off. As the family began to dine into the delicious foods in front of them, one of Nani’s aunts, who loved to gossip, strikes up a conversation that caught the relative’s attention. “So Nani?” She looks up at her aunt in acknowledgement. “Yes?” Her aunt gave her a sly smile as she cleared her throat.

“When are you getting a boyfriend?” Nani knew her aunt was going to bring this topic up as she did every year. She sighed and was about to use the answer she always told her but Nani thought it would be harmless to tell a little white lie, but she was so wrong. "Actually auntie! I have a boyfriend!” The long table of relatives suddenly became silent as they looked over and stared at Nani. Audrey was the first to perk up with questions. “YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND AND YOU NEVER TOLD ME! NANI!!” Next was her favorite aunt. “Nani! Who’s your boyfriend? How come you never told any of us?” Questions upon questions were thrown at Nani as she continued to eat her dinner and roll her eyes at the ridiculousness she placed upon herself.

“PLEASE!” The nosy relatives turned their heads and were silenced by Nani’s father, who sat at the head of the table. Nani let out a sigh of relief, praising him for silencing the table. “Nani, darling, why didn’t you bring your boyfriend to our annual dinner? We would’ve loved to meet him!” Nani looked at her father, formulating situations in her mind. “Oh! He’s on hero patrol tonight so he couldn’t attend!” The Higurashi family roared at her statement, starting up the millions of questions again. “SILENCE PLEASE!” Nani’s father says, quieting the family once more. “He’s a prohero? What agency does he work for?” Nani looks down at her food before telling her father another lie, adding to the spiral she already put herself in. “Uh… Our relationship is secret to the world so I can’t tell you… Sorry!” 

Her dad simply hummed. “Bring him to your sister’s wedding! I would like to meet the man who captured my princess’ heart.” Nani’s mother and sister speak up after. “Dad! That’s a great idea!! You should totally bring your prohero boyfriend to my wedding!” Audrey teases her older sister with a bright smile on her face. Nani knew she was screwed. All of her thoughts went something like, “Oh shit… What have I gotten myself into.”

A few days after the family dinner, Nani went home from her little vacation and returned back to her hero duties. She walked into her agency, thoughts of her situation still running through her mind. She was so deep in thought, she didn’t even notice the tall broccoli boy walking towards her. “Hey Nan- oof!” Nani’s face strikes right into Deku’s chest, causing her to fall backwards. “Whoa! Sorry Midoriya! I didn’t see you there!” The green-haired boy lets out a shy laugh. “Haha It’s okay! Um… We have a new mission already, that's why I came running to you!” He lets out another shy smile, turning away from her. “Oh cool okay! Let me get dressed first and I’ll meet you down here!” He nods, stepping aside so she could get through the doors.

After changing into her hero outfit, Nani meets Deku where they had previously run into each other. They walk out of the hero agency together towards the location they were assigned to. As the duo walked through the streets together, Izuku decided to relieve the silence between them. “So Nani? What were you thinking about earlier? You looked very deep in thought!” She looks up to the prohero next to her before looking back down at the concrete. “Well… A couple nights ago, my family had their annual family dinner where all the relatives come ya know? And this year’s dinner was an important one since my little sister is getting married in a few weeks.” Deku hums, letting Nani know that he was listening. “Annnd… I kinda threw myself into a spiral of lies that is haunting me! But you know it’s fine! I’ll just show up and make up an excuse.” Izuku couldn’t help but feel a little curious about the lies she had told so he asked Nani.

“What did you lie about? If you don’t mind me asking!” She let out a small chuckle before continuing. “Not at all! Basically I lied about having a boyfriend… It’s stupid I know, but my aunt that loves to start up gossip decided to ask me the same question she does every year… and so, this year I was tired of her asking me… So to shut her up I- I told her that I have a boyfriend. Instead of her just hearing, my ENTIRE family heard and now they want me to bring said boyfriend to my sister’s wedding in a couple weeks.” Midoriya nodded understandingly. “Oh I see! Why not find a date?” He suggests, but Nani only laughed at his comment. “Well duh! I didn’t think about that!” She says sarcastically.

Deku scratches the back of his neck in embarrassment. “I’m only teasing Deku! Of course I thought about that! The only problem is that I have so much on my plate right now with hero duties, and I don’t have time to look for a date. I mean we’re on missions upon missions that it’s impossible to find time to date anyone.” Izuku’s mind starts formulating a situation for Nani that could help her, causing him to blush, “What are you blushing about?” Izuku looks down at the white-haired girl, quickly looking away, letting out an awkward laugh. “Well… I was thinking maybe I could help you…” She looks over to the flustered boy, confused then suddenly understanding what he was hinting towards. “DEKU YOU ARE A GENIUS! YOU COULD TOTALLY BE DATE TO THIS WEDDING! AH THANK YOU!!!” She wraps an arm around the green hero’s waist, squeezing him excitedly, causing his face to go tomato red. “I-it’s not a problem Nani!”

A few weeks had passed and the wedding day was finally happening. Instead of staying at the fancy hotel the Higurashi family were occupying for the wedding, Nani told her family that she would get ready with them but had to go home so she could bring her ‘boyfriend’. After getting her makeup and dress on, Nani drove to the agency where Izuku was patiently waiting for her. She spots him in the front of the building, honking her horn to grab his attention. He waves as she parks and gets out of her vehicle. Nani flattens her dress down as she walked over to the well-dressed hero a few feet away from her. Izuku couldn’t take his eyes off of Nani. “Nani you look so…” She pipes up a joke. “Ugly? Aw I thought I looked really cute!” Deku’s cheeks turning a bright shade of pink. “N-NO! Not at all! Y-you look very beautiful!” Nani beams a bright smile towards him before giving him a peck on the cheek, careful not to get lipstick on his freckled cheeks. “I’m just joking with you Izuku! I know I look hot!” The duo laughed before getting into Izuku’s car so they could drive down together. 

The pair arrived perfectly an hour before the wedding. Along the drive there Nani told Izuku what to remember if people started asking questions about their relationship. “We’ve been dating for 3 months, and we met when we first started working at the hero agency. You got that Deku?” Izuku nodded. “Yes ma’am!” The ‘couple’ walked towards the venue where the ceremony was going to be held. Nani grabs Izuku’s calloused hands in her soft ones, intertwining their fingers together, causing another rush of pink on Midoriya’s cheeks. “Just to make it seem real…” He nodded, a thought running through his mind. “I wish it were real.”

As they walked in hand in hand, the Higurashi family members couldn’t help but notice Nani and her ‘boyfriend’ walk in. Small gasps were heard from a few of them as well as a couple of murmurs. “OMG! She’s dating THE number one prohero Deku? No way!” Izuku looked down at the usual cocky girl, who now wore a completely different expression on her face. He leans down to her ear. “H-hey. It’s okay Nani!” His thumb swiping her knuckles. “We only have to do this for one night! As nervous as you are, I’m a hundred times more. So don’t worry okay?” Nani nods at him, smiling at the reassured smile he gave her. Izuku leans down once more, giving Nani a kiss on the forehead, making the both of them blush. “To make it seem real.” He winks to her. “To make it seem real.” She said, squeezing his hand.

The ceremony ended and it was now time for the reception. The Higurashi family as well as their new in-laws gathered into the reception hall, sitting at their assigned tables. Nani and Izuku were placed with Nani’s parents, making Izuku feel more nervous. Nani turns to Izuku before her parents could meet them at the table. “Oh shit… Izuku... “ He turns to her. “What’s up?” She looks up at him, hesitation in her eyes. “About my dad… He’s um… He’s an ex-villain…Please don’t freak out or anything! I promise after prison he learned his lesson and became a good man!” Izuku’s eyes widened in shock. Before he could say anything, Nani’s father’s voice booms in their direction. “YOU must be the boy Nani has been talking about? That’s my princess’ heart you stole, so you BETTER be careful… I’m watching you.” 

Izuku let out a nervous laugh. Nani’s mother hits her husband’s arm playfully before turning to the green-haired boy. “Oh hush! You’re going to scare him away! It’s very nice to meet you…” Deku bows towards them, introducing himself. “Izuku! Izuku Midoriya!” Nani’s parents smile at Izuku’s politeness. “It’s very nice to meet you Izuku or should I call you Deku! You’re a very famous name in the villain world you know!” Izuku glances at Nani, who proceeds to give him an embarrassed expression. “Hehe yeah I guess I am! You know being the number one hero and all?” Nani’s father lets out a hearty laugh. “I like this guy Nani! He has quite the humor on him!” Her parents excuse themselves as more relatives went to greet them. Nani turned to Izuku, giving him an apologetic look. “Sorry about him… oh and were you making a joke?” Izuku shakes his head. “N-not at all… I was just-” She puts a hand on his arm to stop him from rambling. “It’s okay Izuku! You don’t need to explain yourself.”

The reception soon began and everyone was having a blast. Family members, especially Nani’s nosy aunt kept coming to Nani and Izuku asking millions of questions about their relationship. They answered to the best of their ability, and by the end of the night they were exhausted from talking to so many relatives. It was time for the dancing portion of the wedding, and the DJ started the night with a slow song. “All you lovebirds out there besides our newly weds, come on down to the dance floor!!” Izuku looked in Nani’s direction, who was across the room talking to her cousins as he went to get them drinks. He placed the beverages down before making his way to Nani, adrenaline pumping through his veins. “Would you please excuse us? Nani how about we dance?” Izuku extends his hand to her, which she took hesitantly. Nani’s cousins squeal at the cuteness unfolding before them.

Deku led Nani to the dance floor, placing her hands on his shoulders, then his hands on her waist. “How bold of you Izuku! I never saw you as a type to ask a girl for a dance. You’re always so shy!” She teased. He lets out a little laugh, smiling down at her. “I don’t know what came over me… I was grabbing us drinks and suddenly I was asking you to dance with me.” Nani couldn’t help, but wear a stupid grin on her face at his words. “My dad was right! You are funny!” Izuku took in the way that Nani looked at him with her beautiful golden eyes, rosy cheeks, and pretty smile. “Earth to Deku! You okay up there?” Nani waved a hand in front of his face after noticing Izuku quieting down and staring at her with his emerald eyes. 

“Ha… S-sorry!” She gave him a curious look. “What are you thinking about?” Izuku’s cheeks burn red. “I-it’s nothing!” Nani rolled her eyes at him. “Nothing, my ass! What were you thinking about broccoli boy?” He looks away trying to think of something to say before looking back down at her. “Well… I was just…” A sigh escapes his lips. “I-I was just admiring you. T-that’s all!” Nani smirks. “Aw I’m that pretty! Thanks Izuku!!” She gives him another peck on the cheek. Silence grows between the two of them again as they continue to dance to the music. “Maybe us fake dating wasn’t a bad idea…” Izuku mumbles. “What do you mean??” Nani looks at him puzzled. “Uh… Maybe we should… Actually uh…” Nani’s eyes widened in surprise at what he was implying. “I-I m-mean w-we don’t have to! I-it’s just a silly thou-” Before he could finish his sentence, Nani pressed her lips onto his. She pulls away, smiling up at the flustered boy. “I would love to go on a date with you broccoli boy!” The duo smiled at each other, cheeks shaded a bright red color. “Ha! T-then it’s a date!”

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Untold Bonus Part 1

Foreword:

Some stories are better left unsaid.I couldn’t change anything for the world, although the fame part of this industry is tough to handle.Do i have a life? Yes I have my fans.Do i have friends? Yes the members that I cherish. Do i have love? No I have to let go.Life always offers you a second chance. It’s called tomorrow. But do i have any tomorrow?

Pairing: Jimin x OC (Other characters: BTS, OCs, Lee Taehwan)

Genre: Idolau, Fluff, Romance, Father!Au

Word Count: 3,143

Author Note: I almost forgotten to update the bonus chapter and epilogue, so there would be another two parts of this bonus chapters and one epilogue! 

You can check full masterlist below :)

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Part 1

“Im sorry that we just have time to go for our honeymoon, love” Jimin interlaced their fingers together leaving a soft kiss on her knuckles with an apologetic smile.

 To be truth, after their wedding Bangtan went straight to studios for their upcoming comeback. The comeback was a real lit though and Yeoul never once regretted for skipping their honeymoon for Sonyeodan comeback. It was worthwhile.

 “Jimin no more sorry, I don’t need fancy honeymoon. We can skip the tradition, what matters here you are with me” she tapped the tip of his nose with a slight giggle. Sometimes, Jimin worried too much even a simple thing like how he had to stay with the guys which happened to be just two floor beneath them for their practice.

 Jimin could be silly from time to time too and Yeoul had to assure him nothing was going to happen to her even though he had to work overtime. The nature of his job required him to live this way, and since Yeoul signed up for this she would not whine over it.

She understood Jimin.

 They complement each other.

 Their marriage had been a real blessing in life, she had a life that she dreamed. Minyeol had a loving daddy and seven handsome samchons including Taehwan to pamper him.

 This honeymoon was unplanned and actually was a gift from Bang PD to them. It was overwhelming knowing a man like Bang PD would treat them not as their source of income but a real family. She felt welcomed.

 Since they were having a long break now, Jimin decided to bring Yeoul abroad to make up for their pending honeymoon. He still felt bad for delaying it. Morocco would be a perfect place for their honeymoon since island was too mainstream to Jimin.

 Don’t misunderstood him, he just thought camel ride would be pretty dope and romantic.

 Camel ride, Sahara Desert and Yeoul. Wouldnt that be a perfect combos with extra Yeoul in it?

 He exhaled a soft sigh, wounding one of his arms around her waist, pulling the small size girl closer to his chest “How can you be okay with it Mrs Park? We should have gone for honeymoon months ago. I promise to be a better husband” he nuzzled the top of her head.

 Yeoul awed at his softness and sincerity. On top of all, she knew Jimin put everything on the line including his fame just to marry her.

 “Mister husband, if I were to choose honeymoon or bangtan sonyeodan, I will still choose Bangtan over our honeymoon” she rested her chin against his chest and looked up at Jimin as their eyes locked. They were immersed in the moment until Jimin inquired her the reasons to her answers.

 Her lips broke into a lovely smile “Because I know how much Bangtan means to you. It completes you, Park Jimin and Bangtan.. just how we complement each other. After all, it is you first wife.. as long as you give me fair love, I don’t mind being the second wife” she giggled.

 Jimin let out a small chuckle “Really? You sounded super cheesy today. What did I do to deserve you Na Yeoul…” he hums. Within a second, Jimin inched close as she could feel his hot breath against her skin.

 “Jim…we are still on the plane” her lips quivered against him. Jimin could feel the vibrate against his soft lips. How that drive him mad.

 “It is first class seat. We are away from prying eyes at least..” before Yeoul could protest, his soft and wet lips already took over her cold one. She swore in the name of their love, she was not tired kissing him everyday. The love channeled via every kisses that he showered was undeniably amazing.

 Her body tingled every single time. With every stroke of his tongue intertwined her desperate one, she could feel every receptors in her body reacting to it. She hated how much his presence affect her, even though it was safe to say Jimin wasn’t just a good kisser but he knew how to love his woman in bed too.

 Jimin bit down her lower lips, shoving his tongue inside deepening their kisses as one of his hands locked their body together. Their breath hitched feeling the friction against their skin. This was bad move, they were in a freaking plane.

 Her sanity took over her mind as she slowly pulled away, inhaling a deep breath “Jims.. behave..” she muttered in between kisses.

 “Mmm..I think we have time..” he teased caused the latter to turn crimson red.

 “Park Jimin” she hissed silently while biting her lower lips. Yeoul buried her already hot face at the crook of his neck with audible mumbles. Ever since they tied knot, Jimin’s physical affections had moved to another extreme level though they were in a public spaces like this.

 He would try to steal kisses from Yeoul or they might end up making out at the corner. In other words, they thought it was hidden from public at least even though they were in fact in public. Then their effort was no used.

 Just like Yeoul could stop him, she would end up giving up no matter how much she tried to resist. She really hated her body. It obeyed his every action like it depended on it.

 Jimin ran his hand further, stroking her torso and moved lower just above her buttocks before pulling her slightly close onto his lap. She tried to hold back her gasp as she felt her lower body had been lifted up then Yeoul realized the mastermind behind this.

 Park Jimin is the devil in mask.

 “What are you doing..” she whispered awfully low in his earlobe.

 Little did she knew, that actually encouraged Jimin to further tease her.

 His fingers traced along her waistline and ended up between her thigh “Why? I am having a conversation with my wife” he chortled.

 “This isnt a conversation..This is-” her breath once again caught at her throat as she felt his moist lips sucking on her sensitive skin. Yeoul tugged his arms in between her fingers, and bit down her lips before it let out inappropriate sound.

 “What…Mrs Park.. continue. This is what?” he challenged. Jimin’s eyes fixated at her soft flesh, as he moved his free hand to pull down the strap of her pastel dress a little. He kissed her shoulder and playfully leaving a soft suckle here and there before moving close to her collarbone.

 Jimin could feel Yeoul twitched under his touch, so he knew exactly where to love her.

 He caught her eyes and though he tried to flash her an innocent smile, she could still smell lust even from miles away. Her husband was a big big trouble.

Yeoul bit his earlobe, exhaling a soft sigh more like she was holding back her moan and that was the least thing she could do to calm herself down. The voice of Yeoul had awaken the inner beast in him, and it absolutely at the wrong time.

 Showing no sign of retreat from this messy and heated make out session, Jimin’s sinful lips continued to cause chaos over there. He sucked on her neck, rolling his tongue in process with one sole intention, he wanted to mark her.

 She gasped softly “Jimin.. stop..” Jimin smug. Yeoul shifted a little and Jimin took the chance to move her properly on his lap and now she was straddling him with her legs trapping Jimin at both side.

 It was rather fun to have this secret little rendezvous at an unexpected place. Not to mention, he was rather grateful their seat was at the corner back of this first class section. Seats across them were filled but the old couple was in deep slumber.

 Therefore at this rate to get caught by other passengers or worse the flight attendant were rather low now. The anxiety and fear of getting caught made things even hotter. Screw everything.

 To spice things up, Jimin slid his playful hand under her dress feeling her skin beneath the pastel dress causing the latter to jerk forward at the sudden contact. He loved the close proximity of their bodies, it was arousing.

 Yeoul cupped his cheeks and leaned to kiss him with so much passionate which startled Jimin. Since Yeoul was a reserve girl, to see this side of her taking the lead was rather amusing. If he were to recall back all their intimate sessions, there were roughly four times when Yeoul dominates in bed.

 Jimin loved those rare moments. It spiced their relationship a bit.

 His attention was back in teasing his wife “Na Yeoul.. I thought you wanted to talk” he breathed between kisses with a playful smile.

 “I hate you Park Jimin.. stop the tug-o-war” she wounded one of her arms around his neck, shutting him off with a long endearing kisses that could blown Jimin’s mind right away if they didn’t stop. Their kisses turned sloppy when Yeoul moaned lowly in the process.

 He squished her perky mound and fondled it a little sensually causing her to squirm under his touch again. Yeoul thought it was unfair how woman owned half of the sensitive parts to be teased  during intimate sessions while man could get arouse over a simple moan.

 Yeoul did not want to suffer alone so she would drag her husband down with her in this pit hole.

 She purposely created friction down there, just to see how he reacted to that. However to her surprise, she could actually feel him poking in his jeans. That was another trouble. Their make out session could not turn into a real love making.

 Not here and definitely not when they were thousand feet above the ground. So kinky.

 “Na Yeoul.. You are in deep trouble” his voiced turned rowdy and stupidly sexy. How disturbing.

 Jimin pressed their clothed sexes together, not trying to break away the contact. Both of them exhaled a deep sigh, feeling sexually frustrated at the moment because as much he wanted to take her right away, he couldn’t do it.

 Their love making should be special and it should only be initiated on bed.

Of course they love goofing around in the public teasing each other patience, but when it came to sexual intercourse Jimin had a very clear conscience on it. It could only be done with the presence of proper bed.

 Yeoul nuzzled their face together with a teasing smile, her cheeks were reddened as a result of their heated session “Wait for it Jiminie.. we have the whole week for it” she winked. Oh man, once again it weakened Jimin heart but hardened his little naughty smurf.

 “Park Jimin calm down you little smurfie!” her eyes widened at the sudden feeling of his bulge against her.

 Jimin pouted in response “I am trying too.. baby….” puckering his lips, he demanded a kiss at least to sooth away the pain that he experienced down there.

 “Aww Jiminie.. I will treat you good later on okay?” she let out a soft chuckle, leaning in for one last kiss before breaking away. Or more like before everyone else woke up and caught them eating each other face with her sitting inappropriately like this.

 This got to stop otherwise, they would be banned from this airline.

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 It was a long haul flight despite being in the same Asia continent, still it sucked out their energy. As soon as they arrived in Morocco, they went straight to hotel to check-in and not to forget to settle their unfinished business in the plane.

 Only God knows how hard it was to hold back the feeling, though they ended up napping for few hours just to ease the tense. It was late evening when their plane touched down. So their plan would eventually start the next day.

 They spent their day in the room catching up some sleep and pretty much something more important that just a sleep. It was honeymoon after all.

 The next day, Jimin and Yeoul woke pretty late than they scheduled since they really pulled an all nighter yesterday. The sun had set and the light beamed through the window woken Jimin up from his deep sleep.

 Squinting his eyes together, he blinked few times before searching for the button near his bed to shut the curtain close. He yawned a little as his eyes moved to Yeoul figure in her arms,the corner of his lips twitch into a soft smile.

 Yeoul was still fast asleep accompanied by her steady breathing, not to mention she was painfully beautiful. Looking so effortlessly stunning even in her sleep. Jimin wrapped his arm around her small body, gluing their body close.

 He just couldn’t get enough of her. Cuddling with her had always been the best thing to do every morning. He wanted to pause the time so it would last longer.

 Yeoul shifted closer, burying her face in his neck “What time..” she mumbled.

 “Hmm…Time to get drown in my warm embrace” he joked but only to received a light nibble on his skin.

 “Im serious mister husband”

 Jimin chortled “It is past 12 but it is alright, rest all you want. We can have a walk a little later. Besides, I prefer honeymoon activity in bed”

 “wow you are so damn honest over everything. Sadly, I didn’t come to Morocco just to create offspring with you” Yeoul was fully awake now, her eyes opened penetrating the deepest core of his heart.

 Park Jimin is electrified by love, again.

 “Hey to create offspring is one of the goals. Nothing wrong with that, Na Yeoul shut your eyes for one more hour. I will wake you up later okay?” he stroked her cheeks lovingly.

 To be frank, after what Jimin pulled yesterday Yeoul deserved an extra sleep if she did not want to walk around Morocco like a friggin zombie. She nodded while stretching a little in his embrace, “Wake me up aite?” she muttered groggily.

 “I will.. just sleep” Jimin soothed her hair and beamed when she felt her relax in his arms.

 It was a good way to start their day, indeed.

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 The lovebird went out around 4 in the afternoon as soon as their brunch on bed, which specially prepared by Jimin. To make it sounded so cringe worthy, Jimin actually flaunt about it whole freaking day as if that was the only romantic things that he ever did to Yeoul.

 There were plenty but out of every romantic plans he ever made, he said breakfast in bed was one of the best thing that he ever done. First, he was the one who cooked the food. Second, it was something that he always wanted to do for Yeoul but due to his busy schedule he always left so early in the morning.

 Another goals unlocked.

 Jimin’s wish list could be pretty innocent sometimes in comparison to his playful nature. So it was not a big surprise at all.

 They strolled along the street enjoying the view and uniqueness of the place as it was so different from Korea. It felt good to see something new and to meet new people at least. They found a good restaurant and had ridiculously good local food with an addition of cocktails. That’s a must thing to have for honeymooners like them.

 Delicious food and cocktails, what a combination.

 They took a private charter to Chefchaouen or known as blue city, one of Morocco tourist hotspot. Walking hand in hand, the place continued to amaze them from the natural wonders that they offered as well as stunning architectural building around the city. Every corner of the city never ceased to amaze them.

 After spending for good few hours outside, they decided to head back to their hotel since they had another plan tomorrow morning to Sahara Desert. Out of all the itinerary being planning out to them, a visit to Sahara Desert lit up their expectations.

 Bumpy camel ride which according to Jimin could be romantic.

 Approaching the exquisite building before them, Yeoul’s eyes caught a familiar figure at the lobby. She thought she was daydreaming but it turned out..it was really him.

 Jeon Jungkook.

 And, not just Jeon Jungkook. Stood beside him grinning ear to ear was Jung Hoseok.

Oh shoot, what were they up too? As Yeoul was about to warn Jimin about their sudden appearance in Morocco, she saw the small figure that she missed dearly Park Minyeol.

 “OH MY GOD” she gasped in disbelief.

 “What happen? What did you see?” Jimin glanced around trying to find any suspicious jerks messing around with his woman but only to be welcomed with Kim Seokjin senile smile.

 Holy shit, did he really see it right? It was really Kim Seokjin.

 “HYUNG!” a familiar voice brought his attention back to the sight before him. Jeon Jungkook.

 What the hell? Jimin cussed in his head at this absurd situation.

 Jungkook was waving a little too cheerfully at his direction but didn’t he know Jimin was boiling inside? He thought this was supposed to be their honeymoon and why on earth they were here? Within a minute, one by one of his members face came into their vision smiling like an idiot.

 “Great the entire squad is here” Jimin scowled lowly as he exchanged meaningful look with Yeoul.

 Wait, a second. He noticed there were additional members in the squad, Lee Taehwan. How dare he tagged them along? Was this his idea? If that’s the case, he was ready to kill this Tae 2.0.

 His frown worn off upon seeing Minyeol in Taehwan’s arms “Minyeol..” he beamed in excitement.

 Yeoul squished his hand showing her happiness at the sight of their son. Both of them approached the group not paying attention to six devils who craved for their attention. They still had to answer tons of questions from him, for now they missed their son.

 “Oh god, how come you guys are here” Yeoul smiled and slowly took sleeping Minyeol from Taehwan.

 “Not my idea, ask Bangtan Sonyeodan” Taehwan eyed the six guilty guys who seemed all ready to dodge bullets from Jimin.

 Jimin knew something was fishy the moment when Taehyung kept on pestering him with kakaotalk message yesterday. They were up for no good. So this was it, cockblocking his honeymoon. Touche.

 “Now let’s start with Jungkook” Jimin crossed his arms, snickering under his breath still bewildered.

 “WHY ME?” he retorted.

 “Because you are the dongsaeng. You are going to give this HYUNG answers. HONEST ANSWER, alright Kukkie?’” Jungkook gulped in fear. This was seriously getting out of hand.

 He was not supposed to get involved but because of other hyungs, he was guilty as charged.

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↠ summary: jisol isn’t the only who got run over by the gossip train... and in the process, she learned a lot more than she was ever supposed to... (lmao this is such a trashy summary!!)

↠ idea: jungkook x oc!! bts mafia au!! kpop universe!!]

↠ part 1 [] part 2 [] part 3 [] part 4?

“I’ll bring you your stuff later, ok sis? Just please don’t trip on yourself if you see Han Jisung. Please.”

“For the last time! I DON’T LIKE HIM!”

“Sure sis… you definitely don’t have a sketchbook of drawings of him.”

“You can stop talking now!”

The two had arrived at Jeongmi’s new room, because college dorms were way too expensive. And lucky for her, there was a Min Jisol who was looking for a roommate.

“I’ll bring your stuff around later, ok?”

“Ok… bye!”

But in his defense, Jungkook believed he had the right to be worried about his little sister. Because he was pretty darn sure he knew exactly how her roommate was: the infamous Min Jisol of Daegu Town High School. She was the girl that everyone warned you about. It was obvious she smoked because she always coughed as if she had smoker’s lung and could literally collapse at any given moment. And Jesus Christ, she always smelled like goddamn alcohol! She always seemed as if she had tried to get the stank of alcohol off, but in the end she miserably failed and the smell basically radiated off of her. But of course, can’t forget that she was always late and skipping class. The problem? She never got in trouble for it. To top it all off, she graduated as valedictorian. Combined with her popularity amongst the boys for her looks, it was no surprise when the gossip train tooted about Jisol sleeping around with the administration to get straight A’s. Hence, she was basically the queen of the school in all aspects. Despite all the obvious warning signs, people loved her. Earning her the nickname, Harley Queen.

But Jungkook was barely any better and he knew it. His reputation wasn’t exactly spotless since he hit high school. Puberty had treated him very kindly, earning the attention from all the girls within the school district. Especially at sport competitions. And every so often, a girl would ask to speak to him somewhere quiet. Alone. Like a lost lamb, he would follow. He never did anything, didn’t even touch them, yet the gossip train tooted that Jungkook had a knack for quickies and breaking the girls’ hearts once he was done with them. Because of this one fact, Jungkook had begrudgingly agreed to let Jeongmi room with Jisol. Maybe she was just another victim of the gossip train, just like him.  Or maybe it was just his grudge against her for… a number of reasons.

“Ok… bye Jungkook!”

“I’ll bring your stuff up in like, two hours ok?”

“Uh-huh. Goodbye!”

Obviously, Jeongmi was super embarrassed that her brother was basically dropping her off at her first apartment. And she didn’t want to make a bad first impression, so she did everything in her power to shoo him away. But as soon as the door opened, Jeongmi was shocked by the girl’s beauty in front of her. All of her doubts disappeared into thin air and she found herself bowing awkwardly.

“Hello, my name is Jeongmi. It’s really nice to meet you!”

But Jisol was already busting a lung with laughter.

“You are so cute!! But anyway, you don’t have to act so formal around me. We’re roommates now Jeongmi. As you probably know, my name’s Jisol and welcome to the apartment!”

Despite having only met once or twice, Jeongmi already felt the bond forming between them.

“Do you need any help bringing your stuff up or anything?”

“Actually, my brother is bringing up my stuff in a couple of hours.”

“Girl, that’s honestly sibling goals. My brother would tell me to suck it up and be independent like all the girls in the world preach about.”

But now, Jeongmi was confused as hell. How in the world did Jisol have such awful rumors circulating about her? She was honestly one of the sweetest, most wholesome Jeongmi had ever met. But for Jisol? She was just over the moon that there was someone who was willing to give her a clean slate and actually get to know her. Not try to kiss up to her just so she could be referred to one of the guys. The reason everyone thought she was a slut was that most of her friends were guys. Mostly because the other girls at school were entirely too judgemental. And super bitchy.

“Feel free to explore, Jeongmi. Lol, you don’t have to be so nervous. You kinda live her now?”

And Jeongmi was like, why the hell does it literally smell like freaking daisies? Smoker’s lung, my foot! There wasn’t even the slightest whiff of smoke or alcohol anywhere. That’s when the knock came faintly. Which Jeongmi barely heard.

“Hi, I’m Jungkook, Jeongmi’s older brother. I came to drop off her stuff?”

Already, Jungkook was gaining attention from the neighbors. Mostly because the apartment was a hot spot for college kids who couldn’t afford or didn’t want to live in a dorm.

“Unnie, do you mind if he comes inside? Because there are literally people crowding the hallway just to stare at him. And it’s kinda gross?”

“Yeah, of course! Come on in.”

See, Jeongmi was totally clueless to the history between Jungkook and Jisol. They had been rivals at everything, all the way up until high school. But that was a different story. Sighing, Jisol let him in, promising herself to be civil for Jeongmi’s sake, if not hers.

As for Jungkook, he was surprised to see the two three-star black belts hanging in the open closet and the sheer amount of beat-up medical textbooks on the kitchen table.

“Do you want anything to drink?”

“Uh, no. I’m good actually. But thanks.”

And he was 100% surprised at how well Jisol was keeping her cool. Taking the heavy box from him, Jisol gave Jungkook a tight smile.

“I  can help Jeongmi unpack if you have somewhere you need to be.”

But Jisol knew that look in his eyes all too well. There was no way this could be the apartment of the Harley Queen, right? There was no way that the Queen would actually be reading and studying to get good grades, right? She had to be hiding the booze somewhere, right? The drugs? The weed? The cigarette packs? And Jungkook understood the tone of dismissal in her voice all too well.

“Then I’ll be going then. Bye, Mi!”

But as Jungkook made his way down to his car, he couldn’t but think of the little collage of Jisol’s baby pictures on the wall. One of them was of the two of them holding hands as they crossed the street. Groaning out loud, Jungkook looked towards the sky.

“STOP BEING IN MY LIFE MIN JISOL!!!!!”

Why was his life so intertwined with Jisol’s?!! On top of already being entangled with every aspect of his life, why was she his ex-girlfriend from preschool too?!! He thought he’d erased his memory of her a long time ago!!

When Jungkook got back to the house, he wasn’t surprised to find Yoongi watching TV on the couch.

“So… how did it go?”

“I mean, Jeongmi seems to really like her, so I guess that’s all that matters.”

Shaking his head, Yoongi sat up straight.

“But I asked what your thoughts on Jisol are?”

“She’s… a lot different from what I expected.”

“How so?”

“She seems a lot more… put together than everyone takes her for. There’s not a single trace of cologne, smoke, drugs, or alcohol in there. I honestly have no idea how the hell these rumors formed about her. She seems really nice.”

“Well… she has changed a lot since high school ended. Plus, the rumors are mostly my fault. But I thought you were-”

“What are you talking about, hyung?”

“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me, Jungkook. However, this story isn’t entirely mine to tell, so it’d be a tad unfair if she weren’t here to explain the entirety of the situation.”

“But-”

“No.”

Grumbling, Jungkook made his way to the shower. He knew where he stood among the seven guys as the youngest: at the top. But when it came to Yoongi? That was all null and void.

“YAH JUNGKOOK-AH! JOONIE HAS A MISSION FOR YOU, JIMIN, AND TAE!!”

Jin yelled through the door, banging on it to disrupt the peace of the hot, running water.

“Ok hyung! I’ll be out soon! BUT YOU BREAK THAT DOOR I SWEAR-”

“BYE!”

But why was Tae coming on this mission? That almost never happened. He was the one who usually stayed back to work the comms and get all the inside info that was necessary to send to whoever was out in the field. But if he was coming, Joon-hyung’s mission for them had to be insanely top priority if Tae was coming out to play. 10 minutes later, the boys were seated on the floor in front of Joon.

“Does everyone here know Song Yuri?”

“Yeah. We’re all in the same biology class.”

“Well we just found out from our spy that Yuri is actually the heiress of the Ahn Empire in Daegu.”

“Wait… aren’t they the ones-”

“Who created a memory implanter and have passed down some secret through generations, using it?!!”

“Yes, that one. And if everyone else knows, then everyone is going to be gunning for her. She’s dating one of the NCT boys so we have to be careful. From what we know, she’s close with all of the NCT boys so we have to be careful. The reason I chose you three is because you have a subconscious memory of Yuri’s behavioral patterns So please bring her back alive. Got that?”

“Yes hyung.”

“Good. We’ve also got word that it’s one of the Dreamies’ birthdays today so they’ll be vulnerable. I will take the other hyungs to take them out, ok?”

“Ok hyung. See you later!”

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A/N: OKAY YAY PART 1 IS DONE OF THE BLOOD UNIVERSE SERIES!! lmao idek if i actually want to turn all the “books” of this series into the same universe but we’ll see:) btw i literally just fangirled so hard in the car when dream glow came on LOL!

↠ part 1 [] part 2 [] part 3 [] part 4?

[jade-island-lives]

OC Interview Tag!

I was tagged by @raiswanson and I thought this was fun sooo...

Rules: Pick a character from your WIP, and have them answer these 14 questions!

Since he’s been on my mind lately, we’ll go with Shell. Torrent’s mentor, father figure, and Queen Jade’s “Guard Dog.” He’s awesome, I love him.

1. What is your full name?

Sean Callan Weathers. Like it? I picked it myself. ...don’t ask.

2. What does your full name mean?

What did I just- *sighs*  oooh... *his eyes darken for a moment before closing his eyes

okay okay...*breathes in slowly* 

Sean was allegedly my father’s name, Callan was allegedly his brother’s name, and Weathers is the name of my family. The only remaining part of it. I say what because I never knew my birth family, they died off before I was able to comprehend them. ...I don’t even know what my mother looked like. It’s hard to say what really happened. My mother died giving birth to me, and my father and his brother died of the plague  At least, that’s what the nuns at the orphanage told me...but I dunno, maybe they were lying. Who is to say?

And it depends. Do you mean, what does it means to me? To me, my name means many things. Freedom and power being the big ones. To others? It could mean comrade, love, fear...probably terror. My name means whatever it means to you.

3. What are your nicknames/other names?

Well, Shell is the main nickname that everyone knows me as on the island and in the seven seas. I got it because of my sword, which I made out of the sharpest shell known to man called “Sea Iron.” I’m so used to people calling me Shell, that I forget my name is Sean sometimes... *laughs awkwardly*

Shell the Terrible is the title that was bestowed upon me the day I became a mer, wasn’t a fan of it at first, but I can take some pride in it now.

The kids at the orphanage called me “The Monster of Belladonna.” Didn’t care for that shit. The nuns called me “Little Monster.” The head Nun called me “The Wasted One.” Yeah...everyone at Miss Annie’s Orphanage LOVED me...

Soot used to call me many things. “The Whore” “The Freak” “The Confused One.” “Mental One.” Nice man...

Umira called me Shelly...I hated that.

Sundrop calls me Belladonna. I don’t mind it.

Jade used to call me Raindrop...don’t ask. 

So yes. I go by many names. Including “The Guard Dog.” 

4. What’s your gender?

*stiffens and shifts in his seat awkwardly* I am male as far as you are concerned.

5. What’s your sexuality?

*his face turns bright red* I-I suppose there are rumors, aren’t there...? Well, If you MUST know... *takes a sip of coffee* I take pleasure with both men and women. Though I must admit I have no inherent preference. Both are good equally to me.

6. Where are you from?

Well, I was born in Belladonna, France. It used to be huge city filled to the brim with smelly people. It was also a breeding ground for the plague and there were many homeless people on the streets. Nowadays it’s a fancy place, seldom a rat in sight and a fine tourist place. 

Though...I can’t really call it my home. Jade Island is my home, and always shall be... *takes a sip of coffee* I should have gotten rum...

7. How old are you?

Oooh...that’s a toughie...where is Sundrop when you need her? She’s always good at math...well, I must be over 200 years old? Maybe? Whatever, I’ve got 600 years to live. I’m good. 

8. What is your magic form/What species are you?

Surely you must know? I’m a silverblood. Half Human, Half Mer. I know that makes little sense. Merpeople are more scaly and fishlike. Silverbloods are the mermaids you know and love. I am one of those. Though... *grins, showing his sharpened fangs* I didn’t get away without these chompers. 

Ooh, um...apparently I’m the only one with a pure shiny copper tail? So there’s that weird bit. Also my soul color does not match my tail color like it’s supposed to. Odd, isn’t it?

I also have sharp claws too. Just thought I’d mention that. It’s perfect for leaving marks on idiots who think it’s smart to piss me off... 

9. What does your human form look like?

Well...um... all right. Well, I typically wear my purple cloak and silver flower pin along with my silver armor. I don’t like not wearing it. I don’t have finned ears and I have legs in place of my tail. My fangs don’t go away though. I also keep my hair short. I would shave it all off, but eh, I like my hair like this. It’s short and fluffed. 

10. What’s your aesthetic?

Aesthetic? Who are you? Umira? I don’t really have an atheistic, unless you count swords, poetry, and getting drunk every evening an aesthetic. 

11. Who’s your best friend?

*His smile fades, his eyes become misted with something. Pain? Longing?*

Jade...Jade was my best friend in every way possible. She was always there for me, and took me from my horrible life on the streets. She showed me love when no one else dared to. She was brave, clever, kind, had a silent temper...Gods just thinking about the way her eyes and scales glittered in the throne room...her laugh...her smile...

*A tear wells up in his good eye*

Gods I miss her...I love her so much...

*He wipes the tear away* 

C-Can we move on...? Please... 

12. Would you ever get a piercing/tattoo?

*sniffs*

Why? It wouldn’t change how I feel about my body...in fact, I’m sure it will make my feeling worse.

I-I don’t think I can talk about it.

Moving on.

13. When are you happiest?

...Promise me that you won’t laugh.

In the early mornings, when Jade was still here and Jade Island thrived...when she and I were intertwined in our bed. Not doing anything other than holding each other. 

No one would bother us, she would let me curl up beside her and let me rest her head on her chest. She would nuzzle my head and kiss my forehead...whispering...we were always whispering to each other...

I would give all of my remaining years just to see her again...

14. What’s your biggest secret?

Now, why would I tell you that?

Anyone who wants to do this can. <3

[marveliciousfanfics]

Walk With Me Part 3

This is my entry for @dinnafashsoldat POC Writing Challenge.

Prompts: “You’re not taking me to bed. Ever.” “Who said it had to be the bed?” and “I wasn’t lying when I said I loved you.” Mexican!OC

A/N: I am a Mexican girl so when I saw this writing challenge I had to get on board. It is going to be about a 5-6 mini series. I love Thor. He’s my favorite! Even over Bucky and Steve because he’s just so…perfect and needs to be protected.

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Tony had also provided a car for us and I was thankful it wasn’t a flashy car. It was just a Toyota Highlander. Thor was still too big for it, but he would have not fit in anything smaller. I drove since I knew my way like the back of my hand. Again I tested Thor on my family’s name and he got it down well. He said we should stop by for something to eat since I hadn’t had a bit all day. I told him that I couldn’t eat when I was nervous, plus my family was probably making food for us already.

In the middle of traffic I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel. My stomach was in knots. I was torn about what we were doing. Was Steve right? What I was doing so bad? I mean, I have lied to my parents before, but never like this. At first, it felt like it wasn’t so bad, but what if they actually really liked Thor? I mean there was no chance in the world Thor would want to be in a relationship with me. Sleep with me for a night or two? Maybe. But I don’t think he wanted a relationship.

“What’s on your mind? You’re so tense,” Thor’s voice filled the car. I couldn’t look at him so I stared at the plates of the car in front of us for several seconds. “Hey…” his voice softened.

And I felt my eyes start to sting and my view started to get blurry.

“Hey,” he pushed harder.

I wiped away the tears that fell. “I just…what Steve said…I feel bad now.”

“Well, if you wanna tell them the truth, that’s fine with me. I can still go with you as your friend.”

That didn’t sound so bad. What if I did just come out with the truth? I mean, I’d get a lot of shit from my cousins and my siblings were not going to let it go either. No, I could do this. The focus was not going to be on us. It was my brother’s time to shine. He was getting married and that was a big step for him. He always said he was going to be a bachelor. I made my bed and I had to lie in it.

“No, we can do this. We’ll just…try to be…casual, like, not bring attention to ourselves. I don’t want to upstage my brother. It’s his time and his girl’s.”

“You sure, Dulce?”

“Yes. I’m sure,” I smiled to convince him.

Soon I got off the freeway and it wouldn’t be long before we got to my old home because we were close to the freeway. On our way I did point out the park where we were going to be playing soccer. It was a family tradition to have a game when there was a family gathering.

“I’ve read up on soccer. It sounds like a good way to exercise.”

Soccer was my passion growing up. I wanted to play in the league, but after what happened in New York it gave me a new perspective. First, we weren’t alone. Second, we weren’t prepared. So I wanted to make a difference. I had to. We also passed by my elementary school and those were bittersweet memories.

I wasn’t surprised to see that when I turned on my block there were several cars taking up almost all the spaces. I heard the music halfway down. My heart started to race, but I knew we could do this. Only two days and then it’ll be over. I found a parking space not that far from my house.

“Ready?” Thor asked beside me.

I nodded my head not trusting my voice. I got out of the car and went in front of it to get to the sidewalk. He asked if we got our stuff now. I told him later because it was more important to greet the family first. I turned towards my house and Thor reached for my hand. I pulled back like I had been shocked.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Sweetie, we have to play the part from now on.”

I sighed and shook my hands and bounced a little to relieve some of the stress. “Okay, okay, you’re right. We can hold hands. Sorry, I haven’t had a boyfriend in like years so…I forgot about the etiquette.”

“Dulce,” I loved the way he said my name with his deep voice. I turned my eyes up to him as he placed his hands on my shoulders. “Tell me what’s really wrong.”

“I…just…don’t think people will believe the God of Thunder would ever take a second glance at me,” it blurted out without hesitation. Somehow he compelled me to say the truth. He huffed a bit and frowned.

“Why not? You are a sweet, kind, smart, and sexy woman.”

With each of those compliments I felt my body flush. “I mean…Jane was…gorgeous and super freaking smart. I’m…me. I just…do research—“

“And that takes brains. You are always very diligent and your research has never let us down. I know you double check all your sources and you never take things lightly.”

It was odd to know Thor noticed me before now. Sure, we were friends before, but I always thought he just saw another co-worker. Now it felt like he saw more than that. But he never made a move. He was always friendly. Just friendly.

“Thanks,” I mumbled and looked down. “Okay, we should go.” I held out my hand and he placed his large one on top of mine engulfing it. We intertwined our fingers. I never thought I would be walking down this old street with Thor. I had read up on Norse Mythology—well I guess it wasn’t a myth anymore. 

My home was to my left and it was the pink house with the cactus at the front. There was a rose bush by the porch of the house that I remembered getting pricked many times when cutting the flowers to use as the center piece of our kitchen table. There was a big gate that I hated because I had to use the string to pull on it so it could open. The string was still there. It was so nostalgic to be back.

It had been way too long. I always found some sort of excuse not to come back for the holidays. It was hard for me. Everyone in my family knew that, so coming home with a boyfriend—a celebrity of sorts—was a big deal. The music was playing loudly. I knew they were all in the backyard, but we had to go through the house to get to the back.

I opened the door and immediately I was welcomed by my niece Elizabeth. She was about five years old and the light of my eyes. She tackled me wrapping her little arms around my hips.

“TIA! TIA! TIA!” she chanted. I released Thor’s hand to place my arms around her. I lifted her off the floor.

“Mira que grande estas!” I spoke to her in Spanish telling her how big she got and she did. “Y tan hermosa.” She and I mostly Face Timed and I did visit her at my sister’s place, but could hardly bring myself to visit my parents at their home. 

“Traiste a tu novio?” she asked if I brought my boyfriend. I turned her so she could face Thor.

“What a beautiful princess,” Thor grinned. “You must be Elizabeth.” He took her little hand and placed a peck on top of it.

“I’m no princess,” she giggled and took her hand back.

“Oh yes you are. I know many princesses, so I know when I see one,” he winked. It warmed my heart to hear her giggle. I really loved my niece and nephew. I knew what I was doing wasn’t meaningless. I wasn’t super powered, but what I did helped. It was for them. So they could have a future.

The first room of the house was the living room. We would have to go through the kitchen to get to the backyard. It was a one story home Ranch style so to our left was the hallway with the three bedrooms. One was for my parents and the other two my siblings and I shared for most of our lives.

It just hit me that Thor was going to find out something about me I had never told anyone. Tony probably knew but he never brought it up, which was good for me. But I honestly didn’t tell anyone on the team about myself a lot. I tended to keep to myself. I liked to listen to others and when it came time for me to share, I always changed the subject. It was on purpose.

I placed Elizabeth down. I told her to show me to the others. She grabbed my hand and pulled me across the living room. I had nearly forgotten about the shrine on the way there and I stopped in my tracks. I hadn’t seen his picture in so long. It was his graduation picture where he looked so happy.

My mom had the candles lit each candle had a different saint on it. His valedictorian medal was across the picture and also a rosary. My heart sank at the sight of it. It had been years. Too long and yet it still hurt. Thor placed his hand on my shoulder. Silently understanding what I still couldn’t say out loud. And of course he would understand more than anyone.

“C’mon, Tia!” Elizabeth urged.

I nodded down at her and continued on. The kitchen remained the same. It smelled so good. The sliding door was open and I already saw familiar faces. Cousins, aunts and uncles along with close family friends.

The first who noticed us was my aunt—my mother’s oldest sister Beatriz. She hugged me tightly since it had been years since I saw her. She cried and held me tightly. I hugged her back as well. I had many memories of her babysitting my siblings and I when my mom had to work two jobs. She was like my second mom and guilt washed over me knowing that calls, texts and  FaceTime wasn’t enough.

“Perdoname, Tia,” I asked for forgiveness.

“No te preocupes, mija,” she replied that I didn’t need to worry. It took all of my strength to keep it together. I pulled back and she squeezed my cheeks. Her eyes wondered behind me and they widened. Her face turned a little pink around her cheek area. “Ay, ese es el Thor?”

I looked behind me and he stood a few feet behind me with his hands behind him but with a grin on his face.

I turned back to my aunt. “Yes. Thor, this is my aunt from my mom’s side—Tia Beatriz. Yes, my sister was named after her.”

Thor walked up to my aunt, took her hand and placed a kiss on it. My aunt giggled much like Elizabeth had.

“A pleasure,” he told her.

We got everyone’s attention and suddenly Thor was swarmed by my family members. It was mostly the ladies. I stood back and watched. It was funny to see a tall, burly God get nearly trampled by short Mexican women. He stayed a gentleman and greeted everyone.

“Ya! Basta!” I told them and worked my way through the crowd and shooed them away. I got a hold of Thor’s hand and he squeezed it probably thankful I saved him. I met his eyes and his sparkled with gratefulness. 

“Mija,” my mom’s voice tore my gaze away. It had been a while since I saw her, so I released Thor’s hand to hug my mom. She was my rock. My best friend. So lying to her was killing me. “Que gusto me da verte, mi nina.” She told me how glad she was to see me.

“Mami,” I nearly whimpered. She caressed my hair and told me she loved me. I saw my father walk up. He had grown more gray hairs since the last time I saw him. I pulled back from my mom’s embrace. I went to hug my dad. He was stiff at first. It wasn’t in our culture for men to show their emotions, but it had been a while since I held him so I was pleasantly surprised when he hugged me back. He rubbed my back. “Pa, I’m sorry.”

“No hay nada que perdonar,” he said there was nothing to forgive. This time I broke down and released the sob I had been holding back since my aunt. My dad held me tighter and I heard him break down too. We both missed him. Missed him terribly. 

After a moment we both separated. I wiped away my tears and then I wiped his. He cupped my face with his hands.

“Ahora, quien es este Thor?”

I chuckled and looked back to see Thor with a soft expression. Clearly my crying had shown a side no one had ever seen at the compound. I introduced my dad and Thor. My dad had puffed out his chest and straightened his back. They shook hands. My dad wasn’t that tall either. Sure he was taller than me and my mom, but he was still way shorter than Thor. I suspected my dad squeezed a little harder, but I was sure it didn’t make a difference to Thor.

“Come on over so I can get to know you,” my dad told Thor. “You like beer?”

“Of course!” Thor boomed.

“Tecate? Corona?” my dad asked.

Thor turned to me unsure so I mouthed ‘Corona’.

“Corona?” Thor’s voice wasn’t convincing but my dad grinned.

“I knew you had good taste, eh? After all you are dating my daughter…right?”

“Yes! Absolutely,” Thor nodded and then followed my dad to the other side of the backyard where the men were. In the crowd I saw Bruno. He gave me a sheepish smile and waved. I waved back.

God, I was never this emotional. I needed a shot.

“Puta!” Betty hugged me from the back.

“Perra!” I said to her and laughed. Camila and Junior joined. We got into a group hug. I loved being at the compound and having my friends there, but nothing beat this. I really did love my family. I was just an emotional wreck after what happened to our little brother. The one I had raised. The one whose diapers I had changed. The one who got to go to New York only to come back in a box.

[dreamin-of-somewhere-else]

1997 [6]

Previous parts

Characters: Dean Winchester, twin sister!reader, Sam Winchester, characters from 4x13, OC characters.

Words: 2600

A/N: Sorry about the huge delay on this part. It’s been so long, but I finally found some willpower to finish this series. Please excuse any spelling or grammar errors, sometimes they just slip through.

Music suggestion: Ivy - Frank Ocean [You know the drill, I look for the feeling in songs, not the lyrics lol. This was just something I listened to when I wrote this, so yeah.]

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First, Dean had called John.

”Hey Dad, it’s me, Dean. Well, I’m calling because — Well, the thing is that we think that there’s a job here, at school. A student’s dead, and yeah… it looks like it’s because of something that goes bump in the night, so… We kinda need your help.”

When your father then seemingly was unable to get back to you, you took matters into your own hands, and picked up the phone.

”Hey Dad, it’s (Y/N). We need you to get back here, and back us up. It’s a case and you have the weapons and the rest of the stuff. Remember that one time that you said that ’you always try to do your best’? Well, the least you can do is return this call.”

Your tone was harsh. Yes, it was easier to talk to your father that way over a phone line, when he wasn’t there for you to meet his angry eyes and deal with his reaction.

You put the phone down on the table inside the small motel room and stared at it. It got quiet for a moment. You stared at the phone, Dean at the wall, and Sam at both you and Dean. Then he broke the silence.

”So what did they say?”

”What?” You responded, not even beginning to try and understand what he meant. You had been deep in your thoughts.

”The girls you heard talking — what did they say?” Sam explained, sound just a teeny tiny bit annoyed. ”Oh,” you muttered under your breath before sitting up straighter in the chair you were sitting in by the table. ”That the cops don’t know what killed him. That… that the guy had been thrown around but they didn’t know by what, seemed like a force or something. And…”

”And there were no prints on the lacrosse stick he was killed with.” Dean filled in when you struggled. Finishing the sentence as you so often did for each other.

”Yeah, exactly.” You agreed, remembering. ”Screams ghost to me, right?”

Sam nodded, his bangs falling even further into his eyes. ”Yes.”

”Okay so what do we start with?” Dean began, thinking out loud.

”We could see if there was any deaths at school.” Sam offered.

”Sounds reasonable. It’s a good start, but where do we find out that kind of information?” You continued.

”There are computers at the library. I saw them when I was there the other day.” Sam informed you and Dean.

”Of course you were.” Dean quietly stated underneath his breath, and you swatted him across his upper arm.

So, that Wednesday evening was spent at the library. You three, huddled close together, trying to fit in front of the only computer free to use. Staring at the white screen giving off an almost light-bluish light. You tried searching for anything. Stuff like ’Truman High student killed’, ’student dead Truman High’,’deaths Truman High’, ’teacher dies Truman High’,’Truman High suicide.’. The list went on. You tried everything. With no luck, whatsoever. Nothing. Nada. Squat.

Dean let out a heavy, exasperated sigh, describing how you all felt precisely. This was stressful. When you were hunting with your dad everything ran pretty smoothly, but now everything seemed to go against you. You were already starting to feel guilty. Every minute that passed everyone at school could be in danger. Well, maybe not exactly right now, the chances of someone being at school right now — 7:45 pm —  were low. But the thing with Supernatural creatures — because the murderer was definitely supernatural —  was that they usually didn’t have much logic or any plan to their killing. Sometimes, a pattern. But other than that; most likely it wasn’t like they just killed someone for their money or after an argument. And in 9 out of 10 cases, they typically struck more than once.

You needed to find out what it was and for what reason — fast.

The next day you felt tense. Your senses were on edge, as if you were waiting for the suspected but unproven ghost. As if it would show up anytime. And who knows, maybe it would. You knew literally nothing about this ghost.

The day went by slowly, slower than usual. And you felt exhausted after only a couple of classes. But that was probably because you were subconsciously, basically, on high alert. It was tiring.

At lunch, while you were waiting for Jeremy, the sound of a tray being dropped onto the tabletop brought you back from absentmindedly staring at the wall. But it wasn’t Jer, instead you came face to face with Dean. A very tired looking Dean.

”Hey,” you greeted him, raising one eyebrow as he practically collapsed onto the seat. ”You don’t look too peachy.”

”I’m freaking tired, man.” He responded as he ran a hand down his face, before meeting your gaze with his green one. ”We researched late last night, remember?”

”I do. I was there.” You retorted. Then you took a bite of the apple you were currently munching on. ”So, why do I get the honors?”

”What?” Dean questioning, actually looking sincerely confused.

”Well, I thought you were too cool for me nowadays.” You explained, looking at him expectantly.

”What?” He repeated himself, taken back as his eyebrows knitted over his guilty eyes. ”No, I’m not… I mean— you’re my sister, I-I…”

”Dean.” You interrupted, putting an end to his miserable blabbering. ”I’m kidding.”

”Oh.” Dean said quietly, blushing a bit.

”You must really be tired.” You furrowed your own eyebrows. ”Not answering my sarcasm with more sarcasm? Well, not even catching my sarcasm…”

”Yeah, yeah, I know.” He muttered, as he poked around in his food.

”It’s gotta be something more than the research.” You pressed, knowingly. He was your twin after all.

Dean just groaned. Simultaneously you spotted Jeremy over his shoulder. He was looking at you, but then he walked over and sat down with a couple of guys you knew were his friends. You couldn’t help but to feel slightly disappointed, but well, you were with Dean, and Dean and Jer hadn’t officially met yet — at least as far as you knew.

”It’s Amanda.”

”What?” You questioned, echoing your twin’s earlier whats, as your attention returned to Dean in a split second.

”I said, it’s Amanda.” He growled, annoyedly stabbing an innocent piece of salad on his plate.

You just burst out laughing. And immediately receive the death-glare. Which only makes you laugh harder.

”Trouble in paradise?” You teased as soon as you had collected yourself.

”Shut up.” He retorted. ”But, yes. She just nags so much. And now she wants me to meet her parents.”

”So why won’t you? You practically perfect son-in-law material.” You continued, finding this very funny.

”You know I don’t do parents.” Dean stated, distressed.

”Okay, fine.” You shook your head to yourself, forcing your smile away from your face, trying to return to a more serious mood. ”I get it.”

Dean was quiet for a moment, and you could tell that he was thinking about another subject to talk about, one that wasn’t revolving around himself. You saw the exact moment he came up with it.

”So, who’s that guy you’ve been hanging around.” He questioned, squinting his eyes, suspiciously.

”Dean.” You warned. That expression was annoying and never led to anything good.

Well, okay, that wasn’t true, Dean had helped you get rid of guys before — guys that made you feel uncomfortable or something like that. But that face wasn’t needed right now, and sometimes you just wanted to wipe it off. You didn’t intertwine or question him about who he dated, for god’s sake.

Dean just raised his eyebrows. ”I’ve seen you together. He goes to our English class.”

”I thought you only had eyes for Amanda.” You responded, sarcastically.

”I keep an eye on you.”

”So do I. On you.” You stared back at him. But he wouldn’t budge. ”Fine. His name is Jeremy. He’s a friend.”

”Friend?”

”Friend.”

Dean nodded, although he didn’t look convinced. He decided to drop it though, to your relief.

Speaking of Jeremy, your brunet, amber eyed friend sought you out during one of the breaks, wanting to talk like you always did.

”Hello, companion.” He greeted, grinning.

”Hey.” You plastered on a smile on your face. Not that you weren’t happy to see him — you were always happy to see Jeremy.

But you were tired. And stressed. Even a bit anxious. The conversation with Dean had given you a break, but you were soon back in your previous state. Always on the lookout. Basically feeling the minutes ticking away. Unsafe minutes for everyone on school campus. You felt the strain.

”What’s up?” Jeremy asked, a slight crease forming between his eyebrows. He could tell, just like that.

The guys in your life really read you like a book. Dean, Sam, and now Jeremy. Except for Dad. Honestly, John didn’t know all that much about you. You weren’t close. But that’s another story for another time.

”Nothing.” You shrugged, shaking the question off. ”Just… heading to my algebra class.”

”You sure?” Jeremy pressed. You mentally cursed.

”Yeah, yeah…” You nodded, trying to be reassuring. ”I’m good.”

Jeremy was about to say something else, but his voice was shouted down by another one of the seniors, a football player, calling on his friend.

”Hey, Mike! You should have seen the fight outside. This tiny freshman totally hammering another one. Sick.”

You raised your eyebrows at the football player as he passed you and Jer, meeting up with Mike. Then your ears caught something else. A group of kids, younger than you, laughing at something. ’Dirk the jerk.’

Your mind pieced it together. And you knew.

”Jer, I’m sorry, but I gotta go and find my brother.” You excused yourself, sincerely sorry. Could this day just be over?

”Yeah, that’s fine. Go and get him.” Jeremy nodded, understandingly.

”See you later?” You asked over your shoulder, before leaving.

”Yeah, see you.”

You didn’t find Sam that break, nor the next one. In fact, you had to wait to the end of the school day until you found him.

”Sam!” You called as you caught sight of your scrawny, brown-haired little brother in the sea of students.

He turned around, and as he caught sight of you, he knew. You could tell by his shoulders drooping. He stopped anyway, and waited as you hurried up towards him.

”Let me see.” You demanded looking at his hands. They were bruised, showing a shade of purple already. ”Did you really beat up that kid?”

Sam nodded, slightly ashamed. ”Yeah.”

”Judging what I’ve heard and your state, I guess it didn’t end well for him.” You stated, opening a door for Sam to explain.

”No, it didn’t.”

”Sam,” you began. ”This isn’t what we’re supposed to use our training for.”

Sam looked guilty. Like, you understood why he did what he did. The kid had picked on him. Hell, you were furious at this Dirk for doing so. It was just that maybe beating him up wasn’t the best solution.

Sam was quiet for a while longer, as you just looked at him. But then, he looked up and met your gaze.

”I have an idea though.”

You raised an eyebrow. ”About Dirk…?”

”No about you-know-what.” Sam spoke in a hushed tone as he briefly looked around himself.

You caught on and lowered down a bit, so that he could whisper in your ear.

”Maybe something happened before the school was built.”

You eyes widened as you realized how stupid you’ve been and how smart your baby brother was. Judging by how guilty he just had looked, you decided to drop that and instead praise him for this.

”That’s a great idea Sam.”

And it was, it paid off because you had a break through in the research. Apparently, the school’s new football field — that, as you’ve been told, just opened before you and your brothers enrolled at Truman — was built on an old gravesite. Which means lots of upset spirits.

You were dealing with a ghost, as previously suspected. Turns out that the football field the school was currently constructing, was being built on an old gravesite. Like really old — ’before the USA barely was a country’-old. The ghost was presumably the leader of a village that used to be located right next to where Truman High stood nowadays. When the school took down some trees and dug up the ground, they apparently found a ring in the ground. It was a week before you and your brothers started at the high school, but you had heard of it and walked past the glass display cases where they were currently keeping it. So, something had to be tying the ghost to the school, and your money was on that one ring.

You were in the middle of finishing up the research when your phone rang, shrill signal cutting through the silence. Green and hazel eyes immediately latched onto you, your brothers hoping it was your dad.

It was Jeremy though, calling to tell you that there just was an attack at the school. A girl he used to know apparently, so he was pretty freaked out. She made it out alive, but was at the hospital’s ICU at the moment.

After a few moments, you said goodbye to your friend and turned to your brothers who were wondering what happened.

”We really need to do this, now.”

Dean nodded once, and stood up from his chair at the small table to then walk across the room and pull out a duffle bag. Then he started packing weapons, the one shotgun loaded with shells filled with rock salts and another gun just in case. Meanwhile you rummaged through your backpack for a lighter, finding it successfully. Dean brought out a packet of salt, and you a small container of gasoline. You couldn’t count on your father, but it was a good thing he was a paranoid bastard, leaving all kinds of stuff. A second salt-shotgun would’ve been nice though, but at least you had all the stuff you needed.

Sam watched the quiet — and almost automatic — procedure with round and a bit frightened eyes. You and Dean had both done it surprisingly many times before. That didn’t mean Sam felt calm though.

”Ready?” You asked Dean, eyes finding his from across the room.

”Yeah,” he responded as he flung the strap of the duffle bag over his shoulder joining you by the door.

As you began putting on your jackets — Dean his leather one, and you your denim — Sam stood up and joined you.

”Sam, what are you doing?” Dean asked, confused.

”I want to come with.”

”No, Sam,” you stated, voice gentle but serious as you looked into his hazel orbs. Sam seemed to not like the answer though. ”The thing is killing kids, Sam. We don’t want you there.”

”But you’re kids too.”

”Not for long.” Dean’s voice was calm and reassuring. ”And also, we’ve hunted before. (Y/N) and I will be okay.”

”Don’t worry Sam,” you agreed.

Sam nodded, but once again; he’s not content with the answer. He hated being babied. Treated like he was so much younger and innocent. And even more than that; he hated sitting on the sidelines. Not because he loved hunting, in fact that was another thing he hated. It was because if his older siblings — who seemed to think that they were invincible like they never even contemplated the risks — got hurt, or worse, he wouldn’t be there to do something about it. He wouldn’t be able to help.

He wanted to be mad, but couldn’t. Instead, Sam threw his arms around your upper body, hugging you tightly. He hugged Dean as well, and then you were all set to leave.

The last thing Dean did before you walked through the door was to ruffle Sam’s unruly hair.

”We’ll be right back, kiddo.”

”Promise?” Sam asked, sounding so young and innocent your heart constricted a bit.

”Yeah,” you smiled. ”Promise.”

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APRICITY (pt. 4)

OC X JUNGKOOK

GENRE: FLUFF, ANGST

WORD COUNT: 2K

SYNOPSIS: When his roommate moves out to live with his girlfriend, Jungkook is faced with a new reality, one that includes a 5′3′’ sac of bones that is too nerdy and curious for his liking.

CHAPTER 4

“It’s just fatigue” Jisoo protests as she steps out of ‘Red Beans’ coffee shop, her umbrella already open to shield her and her friend from the rain. She and Seulgi have been strolling around without purpose for the past hour, talking about this and that with Seulgi throwing shade about some people. Turns out that the girl named Hanbyul had a long-term crush on Jungkook since high school and that she has found out that he walks Jisoo home, or so rumours say. The girl who was the reason for her newly lived fame never came in sight. Jisoo is now known as the girl who may or may not have cheated; it doesn’t bother her in the slightest, she knows who she is and that’s enough for her.

“Still, you should eat properly” Seulgi counters “are you on some kind of diet?”

“No” she furrows her eyebrows, “I eat normal food like normal people with no diet whatsoever. It’s just that sometimes I forget to eat” and that’s true as she often finds herself either studying or spacing out.

She remembers the time when she was sitting in the small living room area, holding a pillow to her chest, legs folded underneath her as she looked straight ahead without purpose, her eyes fixed on one object that she had no idea she was looking at as her mind was distinctly elsewhere, daydreaming about something she can’t remember when she snaps out of her daze at the voice of Jungkook who was asking her if she saw his dog.

“Come on, I’m treating you” Seulgi hurries and Jisoo falls in her steps, keeping the umbrella on both their heads.

“But we just had coffee and I’m not that hung…ry” her words fade as both girls stop dead in their tracks, looking at the boy clad in an all-black outfit, looking like a top model as he struts under the light drizzle, walking towards a black Porsche Carrera.

“Well hot damn” Seulgi says and they both break in a fit of giggles, until the boy opens the door and turns to slide in. Jisoo’s jaw must’ve dropped to the ground as she keeps staring at the figure inside the vehicle.

“Was that …”

“Jung Jungkook?”

“That’s definitely him” Seulgi says with an assertive tone, taking a full bite of her burrito. Jisoo still can’t believe that the guy in the car is Jungkook himself, her roommate.

“But how? Jimin said that he works in delivery, he can’t afford a car like that unless his parents got it for him” Jisoo shakes her head, nibbling at her grilled cheese.

“Exactly” the other girl replies, setting her food aside and ready to spill tea. “He comes from a very wealthy family in Busan. His parents own a very prominent Holding company, with his mother doing her own hotel chain”

“What?” that’s a shocker, “then how come he’s splitting the rent with me?! He could be living in a luxurious condo, or better, studying overseas. What the hell is he doing here? And what’s this delivery story?”

“I don’t know the whole story, but Jimin told me that he has problems with his family, so he barely talks to them. The money he has in his bank account is the strict minimum he agreed to when he decided to move out of his family house; I guess he spends it wisely”

Jisoo takes in Seulgi’s report on Jungkook’s affluent background yet she can’t understand why he’d leave all the prosperity and mammon behind. On the other hand, she barely knows the guy, so anything she hears is definitely new and credible.

She herself can’t say that she has a stable familial relationship. Her mother abandoned them when Jisoo was five; as a consequence her father became emotionally unstable and barely took care of his only daughter, sinking in the comfort that fictional events provided amongst marvellous stories that unusual human beings were living inside. She can say that it was the only positive feature she inherited from him. As for her mother, Jisoo has no idea where she might be, and to be honest, she genuinely doesn’t want to know, for her own sanity and peace of mind.

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In the metropolis, the air is still and weighted with moisture and a sense of building pressure. The skies have been clear earlier in the morning, but now there are heavy clouds in them, as dark and vast as a fleet of aircraft carriers.

Jungkook received an early call from his father this morning, and is now waiting for him in a restaurant in one of the hotels owned by his mother. He is not most eager to meet him, but he insisted, saying that it was a very important matter to discuss with his son.

He lingers for another 30 minutes, deciding that it’s enough waiting. He stands up, gathering his car keys and cell from the table, paying the coffee he has ordered earlier, when he suddenly hears his father’s voice.

“Jungkook!” he turns around to see the middle-aged man dressed in a blue suit with his now grey hair pushed back. He can’t lie and say that he missed the man, but it feels like it has been a while since they last met. Maybe it is.

“You’re late” the boy states matter-of-factly, sitting back in his chair and facing the man who doesn’t know how to react to his son’s words.

“Your mom is sick” the man says briskly

“You’re lying” Jungkook replies with a deadly stare, fighting the urge to roll his eyes at his own father. His father exhales angrily through his nose and props his elbows on the table, chin resting atop intertwined fingers.

“Listen, son, I’m gonna cut to the chase”

“Please do and make it quick, will you?” Jungkook impatience is showing through his words as he has no interest in hearing the same tale over again. Mr.Jung’s fists flare at his apathy but he keeps calm.

“Your mother and I have discussed the matter before, and we see that sending you to America to study will be better than having you waste your time here.” He announces and waits for his reply, which comes moments later in a sarcastic chuckle from his son, shaking his head and mutter something about his father being a pain in the neck. What a hypocrite.

“Look, dad, I’m not interested in leaving to any country against my will and what I wish for” his face is now blank and emotionless, gazing straight into his dad’s eyes, “I chose this university because I wanted to–”

“–No, you just wanted to be away, it’s way–”

“–You left me no other choice!” the younger exclaims, cutting his father just like the later did to him seconds ago. “I’m not going anywhere if I don’t want to, end of story.” The finality of his voice leaves no room for discussion. “I must go now, goodbye” he says with a curt nod and storms away, leaving the man speechless and motionless.

Although his tone and mannerism were calmer than still waters, he has volcanoes erupting inside him, inflaming the tumult within his soul and rattling his cage. Who the hell does he think he is?

He makes his own decisions, nobody can live his life in his place while he’s still breathing, not like his brother. Memories flash before his eyes; blood stained asphalt concrete, a crashed vehicle, and a lifeless body. The thought of his sibling adds to his rage and he steps harder on the gas, going over the speed limit. He knows that he has to stop, but he is addicted to the rush of adrenaline that makes his heartbeat echo in his eardrums.

JungJungkook knows exactly where to stop, and how to make those memories fade.

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After half a Saturday spent in wandering around the city, Jisoo bids Seulgi goodbye and goes home, making a mental note of things she has to do; eat, take meds, and write her 10000 words essay about literary socialist realism.

“What an interesting topic” she sardonically mutters to herself, Juno sitting noiselessly by her feet. Jungkook isn’t home, and she’s sitting in the living area with no light on, a blanket over her shoulders and mug of hot chocolate on the table. It hasn’t stopped raining for a while now; she hears heavy drizzle falling in crazy chaotic drops; they hit hard, no brakes, no slowing for the impact of the ground. Only after the dry dusty planks have a new watery sheen does the sound soften. It creates a rhythmic atmosphere for her to concentrate more.

Her newly found detonation is broken, as lightning strikes fiercely enough to nearly steal the light from her eyes, sweeping down from the sky that is heavily clouded. Thunder follows shortly after, threatening to crack the air and split the heavens apart, roaring like a livid dragon unleashing its wrath upon the world. She sighs and wraps her arms around herself, and when lightning strikes for the second time, it illuminates a shadow on the wooden floor. She turns around to see a towering figure clothed in black, and that’s when she lets out an ear-splitting shriek.

“Ah!”

His arm moves left to turn on the lights and she’s surprised at the sight of Jungkook with his blood shot eyes hovering over her shaken frame. She’s still panting while her hand is resting on top of her chest, as if trying to stop the irregular palpitation of her heart.

“What the hell man?! You could at least make a sound while coming in, not creeping like a freaking psycho” she yells at him, abandoning the warmth of her blanket and her halfway finished essay.

“I’m not a psycho” his voice is slurry, “I’m a bird” he hiccups and that’s when she realises that the boy standing before her has probably drunk something he shouldn’t. He steps forward with his eyebrows furrowed together, tripping on his shoelace and loosing balance.

“Shit” she cusses and tries to hold him, but he’s bigger than her and heavier than he seems, resulting in them tumbling and falling, him first than Jisoo on top of him.

“Boy” she says with an attitude and he breaks in a fit of cackles, earning a confused look from Jisoo who is now on her feet and thinking of what she can possibly do in this situation. She should be running for the hills now; a drunken man, twice her size, is in the same apartment as her and not in his stable state of mind.

“Shishoo you’re funny” he exclaims with a face-splitting grin, “You… you look like… like Pikachu… you’re so small” he giggles

“What? How dare you?! I’m not small! I’m 161 cm tall!” she is immensely offended by his words, then she reminds herself that he’s wasted and doesn’t know what he’s saying. She doesn’t know if she should leave him there on the floor; he’s heavy and he called her small, also she can’t just go, it’s really cold and he might get sick, which is none of her concern, but still, he defended her the other day, so it’s her chance to return the favour.

She leans down, grabbing Jungkook’s sprawled arms and intending to drag him when he suddenly lifts his head.

“I’m not going, you know, to America; I just don’t want to” he states, his words broken but comprehensible “I also hate … airplanes” he yawns fades back to sleep.

She sighs, gathering enough force to pull the boy to his room, a feat that isn’t at all easy. Of course she has no idea of what he’s talking about but it spikes her curiosity.

With immense might, she hauls him up to his bed, talking off his shoes and throwing a blanket over his body.

“I didn’t sign up for this shit man” she grumbles and goes back to her essay, settling on leaving it for the following day as she has no power to continue after the near cardiac arrest experience caused by Jung Jungkook. With a yawn she turns off the lights and heads to her room.

Tomorrow is going to be a new day, and a long one for sure.

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Kenmei Profile - Magi OC

Soooo, I talk a ton and draw my Magi OC constantly, and I feel a bit weird posting her here without anyone really knowing anything about her. So I thought Id just post her profile here. I’ve done a lot of work on her, and she’s still not perfect, but if you’re interested, you can read below the cut!! 

It’s really, REALLY long, especially the section about her and Judar, so if you do read it all the way though, I’d love any constructive feedback??

Thank you!

I have had an issue with people taking ‘inspiration’ from Kenmei. Please, no matter how much you may like something, be respectful of someone elses work and be creative on your own. I do notice, and it freaking sucks. So please, dont copy my work.

Basics

Full Name: Cai Kenmei | Cài Kěnméi | 蔡肯美

Titles/Nicknames:

By Family: Ken (By Brother)

By Friends:

Mei, MeiMei, Miss Kenmei ( Nanami )

Ken, Mei, Bookworm (Dyver)

Mei ( Sun Li, Lilianna)

By Judar: Stupid Girl, Woman, Freckles, Freckle Face, Mei (only when being serious)

Age: 18 (First appearance), currently 23

Species: Magician

Blood Type: A

Gender: Female

Sexual Preference: Heterosexual

Marital Status: Dedicates herself to Judar, though they are not in a committed relationship

Hometown: Rakushou

Home Province: Kou Empire

Current Residence: Kou Empire Palace

Birth date: December 21st

Death date: N/A

Fighting

Affiliation: Kou Empire

Element: Healing and Water Magic

Skills: Expert healing magician, advanced with water magic. Skill varies from beginner to average with other types of magic.

Fighting Style: Kenmei literally cannot physically fight at all. The only skills she has is mostly defensive using her water magic, along with some offensive moves. She gets better while sparring with Judar over the years, but could never truly hold her own against him or anyone else as she gets exhausted easily.

Weapon: Magic Staff. 3' long staff made of metal with 3 Blue Topaz stones, one large and two small.

Statistics:

Quantity of Magoi: 3/5

Fighting Ability: 2/5

Physical Strength: 3/5

Technique: 3/5

Leadership Ability: 2/5

Wisdom: 4/5

Appearance

Hair Color: Jet Black

Hair Style and Length:

Age 18: She mainly wears her hair in a lose pony trail that falls over her right shoulder. Intertwined in the pony tail is a small braid she makes from a single lock from her hair, completely separate from the rest.

Age 20+: She wears her hair in a single, huge braid that she either keeps over her shoulder or back behind her. Sometimes she will wear it down as well.

Eyes Color: Pistachio Green.

Eyesight: 20/20

Height: 160.02 cm (5’3”)

Weight: 59.4 kg ( 131 lbs)

Skin Color: Light

Body Type/Build Description: She has a pear shape, with her hips slightly wider than her bust size. During the academy, she kept herself healthy and in decent shape. After the academy and her father left the capital, she gained her position as a healer of the palace and felt no need to keep her body in shape, so she had let herself go. After meeting Judar, she was put through serious physical training and was forced to get back into shape if she wanted to keep her position, according to his threats. After close to two years of training with him and on her own, she became very in shape and was able to easily keep up with him during physical training.

- Nose: Celestial shape

- Lips: Bow Shaped

- Hands: Small hands with short, thin fingers

- Feet: Size 6 ½, average size front and heel.

- Face Shape: Round

- Eyes: Roundish Almond Shape

- Arms and legs: Both arms and legs are average in proportion to her height. Both are toned and built from training

- Torso: Toned stomach. Not a six pack or anything extreme, but obviously built.

- Hips: Wider than bust size due to par shape. 26”.

- Breasts (if female): Archetype shape, standard and average. 34 C.

Physical Abnormalities: Attached earlobes and noticeable gap between her big and second toe

Allergies: Eggs, dust, smoke

Distinguishing Marks:

Scars: Kenmei has burn and regular scars from training with Judar and with magic in general. She has one large scar on her side and left thigh where he got her with ice. She has smaller scars on her arms and another small one on the right side of her face on her cheek, though it tends to always be hidden by her hair.

Moles/Birthmarks: Kenmei has a small, light birthmark on the under area of her upper left arm, near her elbow. She has freckles on her face, shoulders, back, arms, hips, legs and feet, all varying in intensity in their patches. She has one small mole on her left side.

Self Care: Kenmei is very serious about keeping herself healthy and clean. She bathes every day, often twice a day if she does any physical or magic training that day. Even though she likes to keep a low profile and not catch attention to herself, she likes to do any make up and keep herself presentable for her job, though will often go without make up. Once she meets Judar, she becomes more interested in trying to impress him with looking good and does her best to look good every day.

Default Expression: Very content, though focused on any tasks. Usually without a smile, but calm.

Posture: Being of timid nature, Kenmei walks with her arms close to her body, usually holding something tight to her chest or sides, head facing down.

Piercings/Tattoos: Earrings, one in each ear

Describe Their Voice: Her voice his of medium range with a soft, gentle tone. Her voice will often crack or shutter, especially when nervous or around Judar.

Way Of Speaking: When in a normal situation, Kenmei often speaks very quietly and softly, usually causing people to ask her to repeat herself and speak louder. When working or speaking to a patient, she is still gentle but confident and supportive, talking however loud the patient needs her to. When with Judar, she speaks with a louder, friendly tone, though it depends on the situation.

Relationships

Family

Father: Cai Keneiji | 49 | Alive (Kou Empire Military Official / General - Human)

Keneiji was a tough military man, having grown up in the Kou Empire with a mission to become a great fighter. He was not gentle in the slightest, even to his wife and children. Still, he was the one who helped Kenmei achieve her position in the Palace. When Kenmei was in Magnostadt, he was injured during a training sessions and that is what forced Kenmei to return home to help care for him. After he recovered, he could no longer fight properly and was let go of his position as a general. Upset, he left the Kou Empire to travel. He soon settled in Sindria under a different name and remarried.

Mother: Cai Junkyo | 42 | Deceased (Kou Empire Medical and Healing Magician)

Junkyo was a very kind and calm woman. She was passionate about her healing abilities and did her best to serve anyone in the palace that needed her attention. Her marriage to Keneiji was more forced than consensual, as she became pregnant without being married to him, and she did not want her children to grow up with that type of relationship to their father. Even though he was hardly ever around, Junkyo did her best to raise her children and continue her duties. . Even with her extensive healing abilities, she fell ill to a disease that she could not keep away. She soon grew too weak to continue treatment on herself, and the other healing magicians could not keep it away either. She died when Kenmei was 10.

Brother: Cai Kendai | 22 | Deceased (Balbadd Military Official – Magician)

A very kind and caring man who moved away from the Kou Empire palace at the age of fourteen, as he did not like the way it was ruled and did not want to follow in his fathers footsteps. Instead, he moved to Balbadd and became a part of the military there. He and Kenmei were always very close and would often write letters to each other. When he fell ill from the same disease that killed Junkyo, he tried to get ahold of Kenmei by letters but never could, as she was too busy with her new magic training to respond. He died without her knowing and she often blames herself for his death, as she could have slowed the illness down. He died when Kenmei was 18.

Sister In Law: Cai Felda |20 | Deceased (Married to Kendai – No Occupation)

Before Kendai’s death, Felda and Kenmei got along very well. After Kendai’s death, Felda completely blamed Kenmei and had a deep hatred for her, which she expressed at Kendai’s funeral. Even though she was 7 months pregnant with Kendais child at the time of his death, the shock caused her to go into labor early. Sadly still, the child was still born. Felda killed herself a year after, unable to recover from the extreme loss.

Children

Junjei | Magician

Junjei was born 6 1/2 months premature, 4 months after Judar's supposed death. As a child, he was very weak and frail because of his premature birth, on top of being naturally frail as a magician. He takes after his mother, being naturally very caring and almost a little too worried about everything, especially the feelings of others. Still he does have a bit of playfulness to him, often playing harmless pranks on his childhood friends or even Kenmei, reminding her much of Judar when he does act this way. He is a very curious child, often asking so many questions that Kenmei can't hardly keep up with him.

Love Interest

Judar:

Kenmei first met Judar during a collision she had with him in the halls of the Kou Empire palace. At the age of 17, she was walking at a quick pace down the halls to meet her father for his daily healing of his wound. She had a book open and right in front of her face as she walked, reading about the correct spell to heal his issues.

Typically, Kenmei was able to walk like this and not run into people, usually very aware of someone unless they weren't paying attention, either. Walking in the opposite direction, Judar was being led by some members of Al Thamen to a meeting with the Emperor. While walking, she was easily able to go around the Al Thamen members without running into them (hardly even noticing who they were), but did not see Judar lagging at the back of the group, who was looking back behind him listening to another care taker scold him for being late, even though that care taker was heading in a different way to go to a different meeting.

Kenmei was unable to see Judar, who was currently muttering under his breath in annoyance at the care taker scolding him and twirling his wand between his fingers out of boredom. Walking at such a quick pace, she ran into Judar so violently that it caused him to drop his wand and stumble back, though was able to catch his footing. Kenmei was not so graceful and fell back, clutching her book tightly to herself out of fear once she noticed who it was she had run into. She kept in a very low bowed position as Judar chewed her out for a bit before his care takers dragged him on, not wanting to make the Emperor wait any longer that they already had.

When Kenmei got the nerve to get out of her bowing position and stand, she noticed Judars wand sitting between some pages of her book. She panicked and tried to follow after them to return it, but found they had gone. For two days, Kenmei kept the wand hidden, hearing rumors from her co workers about how upset the Priest was. She became panicked, fearing she would lose her home, job or even her life if she were to be discovered with it without returning it.

After gathering her courage, she did remember that she always saw Judar in the gardens around specific times of the day. At one point during the third day of having his wand, she approached him as he rested in a tree. He didn't bother to really look or notice her until she bowed down low once again and held his wand out towards him, offering it back.

Enraged, Judar got down from the tree and snatched it from her, throwing all forms of threats and angry words at her that he could think of at the time. Fearful, Kenmei kept in her bowing position and took the abusive words, her emotions swelling and eyes beginning to tear. She truly thought that he was going to viciously punish her.

After a little bit of yelling, he seemed to grow irritated at a different issue and told her to stand up and explain herself. She did just as he asked, explaining in a very quiet, timid voice of what happened in the hall and why it took her so long to return it.

Upon hearing that she was a magician, clarifying Judars thoughts from having seen her own wand and the feeling of her Rukh, Judar demanded that she fight him. If she could keep her own, he would let her go and she would only fail if she died before he got bored. Kenmei had no other choice but to agree, as he started attacking her with magic before she could get a word in.

After more than an hour of running around the area trying to keep herself safe, every so often sending a spell back at him in an attempt to defend herself, Judar got bored of chasing her around and decided to stop. He was impressed by her ability to keep herself alive, though she left the battle with multiple wounds. He decided not to punish her for taking her wand in a traditional way. Instead, he demanded that she meet him there twice a week to do the same thing. It was the same deal. If she lived, she could continue with her life and the punishment was still death if she were to fail.

After a few weeks of this, Kenmei quickly learned that this was not a way to have her improve in any way, but instead just a way for him to have fun and attack something that would move instead of just staying still. She could tell from how excited he got that he never had the chance to do things like this and that oddly made her feel bad for him. So, twice a week at the same time, rain or shine, still hurt from past injuries or not, she would arrive as told.

Knowing she was not going to be able to improve just by running around, she began to train herself physically on her own, often running or doing push ups and the like. After three months of their first encounter, Judar noticed her training by herself in the courtyard. Annoyed that she was doing things like that without telling him, he once again snapped at her about it and claimed she was doing everything wrong. So, on top of their 'magic training', Judar began putting her through physical training as well on the same days before the magic. He had specific routines that he made her do, and often joined her on, which Kenmei soon noticed he took great enjoyment in doing as well. She could tell getting to blow off energy was his way of getting to relax. And still, she felt bad that he did not seem to do this with other people (or she never saw it). Even though he was mean and snappy to her, she still felt the need to be kind to him and help him.

After a year of training like this, Judar decided that her punishment was over and she had made up for 'stealing' his wand. He considered her willingness to grow and how quickly she improved as a sign of strength. But, instead of completely stopping the training, he wanted to continue. Kenmei, having grown to greatly enjoy his company, agreed. She knew he did not want to continue for her sake, but for his own and to cure his boredom. Besides his political duties and time spent hanging around with the Royals of the palace, Judar had very little to actually do or ways to release his energy.

But, over the year of training, he had found that while she was around him, the energy and rukh around her was calming to him. As a Magi, he was able to see and sense the rukh around people better than they ever could, and Kenmei's were no different. As well as a release for energy, he started to want to be around her for that feeling of comfort and relaxation. So, often before or after training, he would follow her around or make her go places with him just so he could get that feeling from her rukh. The new attention was confusing to Kenmei, but she did not question him and he did not ever explain himself to her about it.

Along with following her or spending more time not fighting, he began to open up more and become more playful, in his own way. He would often play pranks or her or tease her as a way to make himself laugh. Kenmei soon began opening up to him as well, getting back at him with other pranks and it would often turn into a war until one of them, usually Kenmei, gave up. Judar enjoyed the playful competition, though, and his annoyance at her fighting back wouldn't last long.

As he began to open up to her more, he noticed that the longer he was away from her, the more irritated he seemed to get with people and things around him. He caused him to crave and want that relaxing feeling from her, so he would often seek her out just for it.

After more than a year and a half, Kenmei's brother passed away. Kenmei blamed herself for his death, as she could have saved him or slowed the progress of the death down if she had noticed his letters. This caused her to become extremely depressed and shut herself away from everyone, including Judar. She did not show up for practice or even for her work. After a month of having not seen her, and his stress level growing from not being able to release is energy or feel the comfort of her rukh, he went to find her. Finding her locked up in her room, he could feel the change in her rukh and the feeling irritated him. They had become angry, sad, and no longer held the comforting feeling he wanted from her. Irritated, Judar started to try in his own way to get her out of her fit, though it typically only upset her more. His 'compliments' and 'encouraging' words would never come out like they did in his head, often making her even more upset and angry with him. His pranks did nothing to make her laugh or cheerful like they used to and often only made her upset and cry.

So, after another three months of failing to get her to change, he decided trying to be 'nice' would not work on her. He started to become more violent and more natural to himself. He started to once again threaten her with removal of her position in the palace and kick her out, as she had not been going to work as normal. He felt if she was going to just sit around and mope, she could do that outside of the palace in an ally way of the poor city.

Oddly enough, the threats once again put that fear into her of being kicked out and she started arriving to training again, though she was sluggish and obviously still very upset with herself. During training, he was more tough on her, forcing her to focus on him instead of her depressing thoughts. This method was quickly effective, as Kenmei soon began to act normal, going to work again and meeting him in time to train every day they could.

Judar was relieved when she started acting normal again and her rukh once again held that comforting, relaxed air to them. But, he started to notice something else about them, as well as the way Kenmei started to act around him.

Whenever she met him for training or just met up with him in the hall for whatever reason, he could feel her rukh become very bubbly and excited and would even see them change color from their usually pale yellow to pale pink. He wasn't sure what this meant at first, but soon quickly caught on when she started acting much sweeter towards him and a bit flirty.

Because of the way he had treated her during her depression fit, Kenmei had grown extreme feelings for Judar. She felt that he actually cared for her in some way and knew he wouldn't have tried to 'help' her if he didn't. Of course, the only reason he wanted to back to normal at that time was to get the feeling from her rukh and release for his energy through training.

Every time Kenmei acted sweet to him or said something flirty, Judar would shoot her down and pick on her, seeming to be come embarrassed from her action. Sometimes he would leave after an insult, not sure how else to respond to it. He would often tell her that he wasn't close to her like that and tell her that he wasn't even her friend. Still, Kenmei's feelings for him grew and he still felt the urge to be around her for her rukh.

After a three more months of Kenmei's more caring attitude, Judar found himself feeling even more embarrassed than angry at her, usually just staying quiet when she said something nice to him instead of picking at her. He began to grow confused with his feelings as the second year of knowing her started up. He began to want to be around her just for her company as a person rather than to fight, though his craving for the comfort of her rukh continued to grow.

At this time, Judar started to become more playful, or even flirty back to her. This caught Kenmei completely off guard when he first started and her flirty actions toned down to almost nothing. He would pick on her and play pranks a bit more often, usually very childish in the way he showed his liking for her.

After two and a half years, the two had grown very close and would often meet up as much as possible for no real reason other than to just hang around. He often still wanted to spar with her, as she had grown in skill to be able to keep up her defense against him in magic and could keep up with him easily in physical training. Other than to spar and training, the two would sit around and talk, or Judar would nap with her next to him while she read.

Closer to three years after meeting, Judar's teasing and flirting had become so pronounced that Kenmei would often feel as if she were going to pass out whenever he did anything remotely affectionate. One night after some light sparing, it had been no different. Judar had been noticing her overly extreme shyness, and demanded that night that she told him how she felt. After backing her into a wall, trying to force her to overcome her shyness, Kenmei had no other way to explain herself. She expressed her feelings with a very timid, awkward kiss on the lips. It only lasted for a few seconds, and instead of him returning a second, passionate kiss back to her that Kenmei had seen in her mind, Judar began to laugh at her. He teased and insulted her on his kissing skills, making fun of her lack of experience.

Still, Judar did not deny any similar or opposing feelings. Instead, from that night, Judar started to show her similar affection and accept the affection she was wanting to give to him. They kept very private, keeping it out of the ears and eyes of others.

They kept it this way for another two years, though their feelings for each other continued to grow during this time, especially Kenmei's. She had grown to the point where she was fantasizing about marrying him and having a family, though she kept those thoughts away from him and others. Judar was not at that level, though, and could not think about things because of his position, not only as the Priest, but as a member of Al Thamen as well. He kept everything about them secret from her, no matter how much she pestered for him to tell her.

After the death of the Kou Emperor, Kenmei noticed an extreme change in Judars personality. He was much more distant from her and did not want to do anything with her. She would often not see him for months at a time, and when she did see him, their meetings were short and lacking in the affection that she had grown used to. Kenmei could not understand what the issue was and she began to feel like he no longer wanted her.

Judar claimed that the lack in contact was because he had grown increasingly busy. Kenmei had noticed that Judar was spending more time training in magic on his own, and also saw him sometimes with Hakuryuu.

After months of his distant behavior, Kenmei grew too upset and couldn't take not knowing what was going on anymore. After a heated argument and Kenmei spilling her guts out to him about everything she had been feeling and ever wanted from him, Judar finally agreed to try to start making time for her again.

Still, even with this promise, she still did not see him as much as she had been hoping for. She began to grow distant from her friends and went to work as if she were a statue. She began to become quite emotionless, as she had grown to depend on his presence so much to keep herself happy in the past and this sudden change in his personality and attitude towards her completely crippled her.

After months of the limited interaction with Judar, it suddenly made a 180 and he was back again. Though Kenmei could tell that he was different. Not only did he seem happier than in the past, but she could also tell that he was much stronger, the Black Rukh that surrounded him almost overpowering to her. She begged him to tell her what was going on, and for once Judar complied with her requests. He told her of how he had been working with Hakuryuu to not only rid themselves of Al Thamen, but to take over the whole empire in general.

Kenmei was quite taken aback by this, but still she supported him. She could not make herself turn her back on him after everything they had gone through, and he was finally spending time with her again and almost being even more kind to her than before. It was strange to her, but she accepted it. The fact that Judar kept her updated on almost everything that was going on helped her to adjust as well.

But, he soon vanished again to help Hakuryuu with his conquest. She did not see Judar again until the night before he and Hakuryuu attacked Gyokuen. She was completely shocked and taken aback at his changes in power and attitude. His power almost scared her, and she was even afraid to touch him at the time. Still, he was quite gentle with her and told her about what was going to happen and that she needed to stay in her room, no matter what she heard. She complied with him and did not leave, though did use a little water and clairvoyance magic to peek in on the battle until Judar used the barrier and her magic no longer worked.

After the battle, she helped to heal both Judar and Hakuryuu, still completely dedicated to Judar and willing to do what she could to help. Though she did not agree with all of the violence, she could not turn her back on Judar.

Two months before Judars supposed death, she confronted him about a secret she had been keeping for almost over a year. At one point in their relationship, Kenmei had forgotten to take the necessary steps to prevent pregnancy. Because of this, she did end up pregnant. She had been suppressing the pregnancy by stunting the growth of the child, but still keeping it alive using her Magoi. When she told Judar this, he was not surprised, angry or particularly happy. He was completely neutral, having already known about it from the changes in her power and rukh. He told her that she could have the child if she wanted to, but he could not promise that he would be there to support her or the child. This did upset Kenmei, but she was happy that he at least allowed her to have the child.

The morning before Judar's battle with Aladdin two months later, Judar seemed particularly kind to Kenmei when he came to tell her what was going on. He wanted to once again make sure that she stayed here in her room and did not leave no matter what she heard. Kenmei once again agreed, though felt as if Judar should not be going into any sort of battle like this. Knowing it was useless, she asked him not to do it and instead find some other way to resolve what was going on. Judar only kept quite giddy about the situation, excited for the thought of such a battle, and only told her not to worry.

Kenmei once again watched the battle using a mix of water and clairvoyance magic. She watched in horror as the battle came to a close, only able to listen to the words of Aladdin that Judar would not be returning.

After this, Kenmei became extremely ill and depressed. She refused to eat, leave her room or accept help from anyone that attempted to offer it. She kept this up for nearly two months, until her friends, Nanami in particular, forced her back into existence, very similar to the way Judar had done to her years before. With help, Kenmei began to go back to her normal life, though still struggled greatly with her depression.

Sadly, even after getting back to as normal as she possibly could, she went into premature labor two months later, 6 ½ months into her pregnancy. Junjie was born, very sickly and frail, and needed constant support and observation from healing magicians after his birth. Kenmei, feeling as if it were all her fault, refused to see the child, fearful that she would cause more harm to him. And, from what the others were telling her, she did not expect the child to live and could not stand to see him pass away. As awful as it sounded, to her and to anyone she told, she felt as if she could never love the child as much as she had loved Judar.

After weeks of care and them both being in the infirmary, the healers determined that Junjie would survive, with just some frequent healing sessions for the first few months of his life, and Kenmei was pushed to care for the child from there. Still, she could not find it in herself to bond with the child. She had so much loss in her life, that she was fearful of growing close to him, thinking that he, too, would end up passing away. But, after caring for him, she found herself drawn to him and his likeness of Judar. She began to think of the child as the last piece of Judar she would ever have, and caring for him helped pull her out of her depression.

For two years, she cared for Junjie on her own, with some help from her friends. She was completely dedicated to caring for him, working endlessly to be a good mother and good at her job. She went up in position multiple times during these two years, making more money and a better life for her and Junjie. She still fought with her depression, and still often missed Judar deeply, but was able to function and move on in her life.

Then one day, on the way back to the palace from the marketplace with Junjie on a flying carpet, the two were met with a very interesting surprise. Out of no where, Judar suddenly landed on the carpet, greeting Kenmei as if he had never been gone. Instead of a happy meeting like he had hoped for, Kenmei screamed and immediately fainted, causing Judar to have to take control of the carpet before they all started to fall. Now stuck with a screaming and crying Junjie, Judar took the carpet back to the outskirts of the Palace.

After a bit, Kenmei woke, laying on the ground while still on the carpet. At first, she lied there on the ground, listening to soft talking. She soon sat up, to see Judar sitting with Junjie. Kenmei was in denial at first, feeling as if this had to be a trick, she was ill or he was some sort of ghost. But, after realizing she was now awake, Judar turned to her and began to explain what happened and where he had been the last two years.

Kenmei was still confused and frustrated, but after speaking with him for over an hour, she calmed down and accepted what had happened. It was all his fault, after all, even though he was the one that started the fight. But still, she could not find it in herself to forgive him completely at that moment, as he had neglected her pleas for him not to fight and she still felt abandoned by him.

Still, she welcomed him back. Secretly and silently, away from the eyes and ears of anyone else, he stayed with them that night. Even though Kenmei hoped that things would be normal again, she was one again devastated when Judar was up and ready to leave again in the morning, to search for Hakuryuu. Still, she understood him as she always had, and let him leave with little fuss.

As a way to keep in contact, she gave him the other piece to her Rukhs eye set her brother had given to her years ago when she was still young. With it, he kept her updated over the next year, and Kenmei patiently waited for him to return.

Though during that year, Kenmei and Junjie began to go through very hard times as the Kou Empire started to fall. Kenmei had less and less work, or had to charge very little for her services, as no one could afford her or any services in the palace anymore. Due to her relationship with Hakuryuu in a friendly matter, having grown to know him both through Judar and Nanami, he had given her a higher position a few months before he left the country, serving Royals and high counsel members mostly. This helped her through the hard times, as they were still able to pay her decently enough.

Still, Kenmei had to end up selling most of her belongings to get by, including most of her books, scrolls, expensive clothing and jewelry. She was willing to give up everything to make sure that Junjie could eat at least twice a day, as even food had become scarce.

Even though he asked her about her situation, Kenmei refused to bug Judar about their situation, knowing he had his own problems to sort out. Though eventually, Alibaba came back to the empire and began to help rebuild it. This slightly improved life for them, and things continued to get better up until Judar arrived back with Hakuryuu. Kenmei happily welcomed him back, though Judar was upset and scolded her for not telling him what was happening to her during the time.

While Judar was back, Kenmei was able to focus less on struggling to survive, as the countries economy began to stabilize, and instead she was able to focus on trying to build their relationship back up and get Junjie used to Judar. But, things took a turn when Sinbad took hold of the Sacred Palace, and both Kenmei and Junjie fell under the world wide spell.

--Still a WIP as Manga continues--  

Friends/Acquaintances

Best Friend: Dyvar Uoris | 22 | Alive (Magician in Training at the Academy)

Dyvar is a very spunky, outgoing person who is welcoming and friendly to anyone who is willing to be the same towards him. But, because of his hyper personality, most people just push him away. Kenmei was able accept his hyper personality and got along with him great, as he was a 1st Kodor and helped her with anything she was having trouble with. He grew a crush on her, but she continuously pushed him away, her self confidence and timid nature holding her back from attempting a relationship with him. She left the Academy without telling him goodbye, though kept in touch with him through letters as often as she could.

Best Friend: Lilianna | 17 | Alive (Fog Troupe / Maid in Kou Palace)

Kenmei first saw Lilianna after Kassim's death. She picked up Lilianna from the desert outside of Balbadd while on her way back to the Kou Empire alone on a carpet. Claiming that she had seen Lilianna and the young child she carried in the Kou Empire country, she got permission to help Lilianna become healthy again from Sun Li, as she wanted to adopt Lilianna into her family and care for her. Kenmei raised the depressed and broken Lilianna back to health while also taking care of the child when she needed. During this time, the two grew very close. After she was healthy, they spent time together often and Kenmei would also baby sit the child if she was off and could do so. Kenmei and Lilianna often argued over the fact that Kenmei was so close to Judar and the black rukh that killed Kassim, though they got along great otherwise.

Best Friend: Yue Nanami | 17 | Alive (occupation currently unknown)

Kenmei, knowing many of the magicians in the palace but not being very sociable, was drawn to Nanami's happy personality. She would often share her knowledge from the academy with the young magician and give her tips. Though not all was calm with Nanami, as the younger girl often took advantage of Kenmei's timid nature to play jokes on her for laughs. Still, they got along great and enjoyed each others company.

Best Friend: Sun Li | 26 | Alive (War Council)

Kenmei first met Sun Li when she was assigned to her case, as Sun Li was very ill and she had to tend to her. Upon their first meeting, they two hit it off instantly and became grew friends, even though Kenmei was much more timid than the outspoken Li. After the healing, the two continued to meet and do things together. As Li wanted to become more physically strong, Kenmei trained with her to help her, along with the help of Judar. They tend to have opposing views on subjects and can sometimes bicker about it, but are always quick to come to an agreement and not hurt their friendship.

Rivals/Enemies

Competition and Bully: Tifna Artine | 17 | Alive ( Magician in Training at the Academy)

Tifna was not exactly an enemy to Kenmei at the academy, but Tifna was a bit of a bully to her. She often teased her about not being able to use combat magic correctly and only being “useless” with healing magic. This hurt Kenmei, but made her want to become a better person and magician. In retaliation, she often made Tifna look stupid in front of people using her book smarts instead of physical powers. Still, the bullying continued through her time at the academy, though she made it through with the help of Dyvar.

Being a part of the Kou Empire, she supported their cause and goals completely. She followed her leaders without question and any enemies of theirs were enemies of hers. She did her best to keep from judging people or getting to know them, though, and kept her thoughts about them purely what she was told.

Personality

Positive Traits:

Adaptable

Affectionate

agreeable

bright

courteous

faithful

generous

gentle

passionate

unassuming

Negative Traits:

Clinging

conservative

gullible

indecisive

introverted

jealous

nervous

overemotional

timid

pessimistic

Strengths

Healing Magic:

Kenmei’s mother was a Magician that focused only on healing magic. As a child, she learned a lot of about her mother’s abilities and it quickly became her passion as well. When her mother passed away, she continued to learn the healing magic on her own to perfect her abilities. When she went to the academy, her skill increased greatly and she became one of the top healers in the school, even though her combat magic skills were a little shaky. They did increase in the years she was at the academy and this increased her healing abilities as well.

Willingness to Learn and Grow:

Even from a young age, Kenmei always wanted to know everything and learn as much as she could. She is willing to try out anything to help herself grow in both strength and knowledge, even if she knows she will fail, as she has learned much from her many failures in her techniques. She reads as many books as she can on specific subjects she wants to learn and is able to absorb the information well, though she often cannot do what the information tells her to do.

Adaptable:

Kenmei is easily able to adapt to new environments or situations, which makes her great for healing the wounded. If a situation with a patient gets out of control, she is able to keep control of herself and deal with the situation in a professional manner. If a situation occurs in her personal life, then she has a bit more trouble adjusting, as her personal life has always been a routine for her. This happens especially with the death of each family member, normally causing her to become emotionally unstable and stressed, rather than calm and collected like when she is on duty.

Weaknesses

Timid/Introverted:

Because of her introverted nature, she often does not speak to many people inside of the palace. She often keeps to herself and tries her best to stay out of trouble. Still, this can keep her out of the loop on a lot of things, such as plans for the armies and the expansion goals of the Kou Empire. And because her nose is always in a book, she never over hears any information. She either misses or ends up late to magic training or meetings she is meant to go to, causing her to have to go through more trouble to make up for her mistakes and lost time. It has also caused her to be threatened to be removed from the palace.

Self-Conscious:

Even though Kenmei has an extremely extensive knowledge of all kinds of magic, she is self conscious about her abilities and often looks down on herself. She has a hard time feeling confident and strong about the things she does and cannot find the strength to support herself. This causes her magoi levels to be held back and her attacks are extremely weakened. She is also self conscious about her body, especially before she goes through intense training with Judar to get fit. She does not find herself attractive and often obsesses over making sure she looks presentable, both on and off duty, even though she never gets involved with the social life in the palace.

Physical Strength:

Kenmei’s physical strength has never been the best, and this has often held her back from being able to become better at combat magic. She has always been frail and would often become ill as a child. She learned from her parents that she did have to increase her physical strength to be able to become more powerful to successfully serve the Kou Empire. She had a very difficult time doing so, both in and outside of the academy. After she returned from the academy and got her position, she slacked off on her physical strength training and her magic abilities did suffer for it.  

Disorder(s):

Medical:

- None, very healthy

Psychological:

- Fear of Abandonment

Any events cause the disorder(s) to surface?: Kenmei has gone through the death of each family member, and her father leaving their home. After the death of her last family member (brother), she went through a time where she felt alone in the world and like no one was there for her. After getting through it and getting closer to Judar, she became fearful that he, too, would leave her behind one day. She became careful about how she acted around him and was sure to try to do nothing that would ever upset or make him mad. This was not only with Judar, but with her friends as well.

Hobbies:

-Reading

-Writing

-Taking walks

- Practicing her Magic

Favorite Color: Light Blue

Least Favorite Color: Yellow

Favorite Food: Carrots

Least Favorite Food: Eggs and Fish

Favorite Animal: Mice

Least Favorite Animal: Birds

Favorite Instrument: Woodwind instruments

Least Favorite Instrument: Loud drums

Favorite Element: Water

Least Favorite Element: Lightening

Favorite Season: Fall

Least Favorite Season: Summer

Favorite Weather: Cool days

Least Favorite Weather: Hot days

Favorite Time of the Day: Morning

Least Favorite Time of the Day: Midday

Comforts:

- Her books

- Baths

- The Rukhs Eye her brother gave her

- Judars company

Fears:

- Being alone or abandoned

- Loud and sever storms

- Flying bugs

Favorite Items:

- First book on healing magic she received from her mother

- Rukhs eye she received from her brother

- Her magicians hat, which was her mothers

Knowledge

Languages: Only the normal language of the lands.

Schooling Level: Average

Favorite Subject: Magic

Intelligence Level With:

Art: No skill

Archery: No Skill

Astronomy: No Skill

Botany (Flowers): Knows some good plants for healing or medicine

Cooking: Horrible

Dramatics:

- Acting (theatre): No Skill

- Dance: No Skill

- Singing: No Skill

Economy/Accounting: No Skill

Geography: No Skill

Martial Arts: Mediocre

Math: Average

Medicine: Excellent, above average

Mythology: No Skill

Politics/Law: No Skill

Poetry: No Skill

Puzzles: Average

Reading: Excellent, above average

Science: Average

Sewing: Average

Writing: Excellent, above average

History

Biography:

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The Red String - Chapter 16

Author’s Note: Soulmate AU based on the red string of fate story. Ignis x fem!OC. Just a filler chapter. I was freaking about about my age when I wrote this and I’m a tad older than my guy, so that’s why it manifested itself in my OC. Word count: 1151

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Ignis and Chandra found themselves not just bound to each other, but addicted. They couldn’t seem to get close enough and they couldn’t help but touch either other, whether it be a peck on the cheek or a brush of the hand against skin. They craved more, but wanted to take things slow and get to know each other well before jumping right in, soulmates or not.

One evening, they found themselves in an embrace, sharing a passionate kiss. The kiss probably would have continued on, had Prompto not burst into the room.

“Hey guys, I just…” he stopped short as he watched the two quickly break apart. A wide grin spread across his face as he eyed them both. “Ah, my bad. I can come back later, if you want. I’d say, ‘get a room’ but you already have one.”

Ignis blushed, cleared his throat, and absentmindedly straightened his shirt collar. “No need, Prompto. You’ve already interrupted so you may as well get on with what you were saying.”

“Ha, sorry. As I was saying, I just got back from hunting with Gladio. We managed to secure more gil and it looks like we’ll be getting more tomorrow, so I think we’re going to be able to stay here another week at least. It will buy us a little more time to shop for an actual apartment or something.”

“That’s good news, Prompto! Thanks for doing this. I only wish I could contribute in some way,” Chandra was suddenly embarrassed.

“Aw, it’s fine, really. Gladio and I don’t mind. We’re all like family, and family helps each other out. I’m going to go get Gladio and head out to that little café down the block. Wanna join?”

“Sure, just let me freshen up and I’ll be ready, if that’s fine with you, Ignis?” Chandra turned to him.

“Of course. We’ll meet you there in fifteen minutes, Prompto.”

“Sweet! I’m starving, and they had some amazing looking food displays in the window!” The blonde bounded out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

Ignis chuckled and shook his head. Chandra let out a giggle. “Oh, dear, sweet Prompto. He’s something, isn’t he?”

“That, he is. It’s funny. He can hit a bull’s-eye with his eyes closed when he has a gun in his hands, but his sense of timing has never hit the mark.”

Chandra laughed but then thought a moment. “You know, Prompto has such a bubbly personality and a young spirit, and I’m surprised this topic has never come up before. Just how old is he?”

“He’s twenty.” Ignis answered matter-of-factly.

“Twenty?” Chandra was shocked. She assumed the group was more around her own age. Gladio and Ignis definitely looked the part, but she was never sure if Prompto just looked and acted younger or if he actually was young. “If he’s twenty, then how old are the rest of you?”

Ignis smirked. “I see what this is. You’re afraid to know our ages because you’re terrified of being the oldest out of the bunch.”

Chandra gasped. Age shouldn’t matter, but suddenly she found herself feeling insecure. Though the past few years she didn’t feel like she had much to live for, turning twenty-five had hurt. It meant she was that much closer to thirty. She didn’t think she’d ever find someone to be with anyway, but inching closer to the big 3-0 lessened her chances even more. She now had someone to call her own, but the thought still bothered her. Could she seriously be older than Ignis? “I’m the oldest?” she squeaked out.

“Yes, darling, I’m sorry, but it appears that you are. See, I had no idea how old you were until you told me about yourself the other day. I just assumed you were around our age as well. Then, you mentioned that you were taken at the age of fourteen and that you had been in Niflheim for eleven years, making you…”

“Twenty-five years old,” Chandra finished. “Okay, so we’ve established that. Please don’t tell me you’re younger than Prompto? The Astrals have a strange sense of humor if they want to pair me with a teenager.”

Ignis laughed. “No, I’m not younger than Prompto. He and Noct were the youngest in our group at twenty. Gladio is twenty-three, and I’m in the middle at twenty-two.”

Chandra let out a sigh of relief. A three-year age gap wasn’t so bad. They had already established their bond with each other, and age wasn’t about to change that. Still, it was interesting. Even back when she tried to picture herself with someone, she never imagined it would be someone so young. Someone the same age as…

“Hmm…you’re the same age my brother would have been had he lived,” she whispered. Ignis reached for her hand and stroked her fingers with his thumb. He started to speak, but she stopped him. “I’m okay. I really don’t mind the age gap. It just got me thinking. I feel like Gabe would have really liked all of you—Prompto, especially. They have similar personalities. Maybe that’s why I feel like Prompto is such a kindred spirit. I just feel like Gabe could have easily been friends with all of you. He didn’t always get along with boys his age, which is why he spent most of his time training with me. We were best friends.” She hadn’t realized the tears were prickling her eyes.

“I’m really sorry, Chandra,” Ignis soothed. “Nothing I can do or say can take away the pain. It’s okay to feel it though. He was your only brother and you loved him dearly. If you want to skip dinner with the guys tonight, I understand. Want me to fetch you something to eat?”

Chandra sniffed. “No, I’m fine. Let’s go to dinner with the guys. I can’t sit here and let the past drag me down some more. Besides, Gabe wouldn’t have wanted me to spend my life moping. Any time I got down about training or studying for a particularly difficult exam, he would always know exactly how to cheer me up. I’ll always cherish the time I had with him.”

She wiped the tears from her cheeks and her resolve strengthened. “But right here, right now, in front of me, is someone I want to spend all of my time with, and that’s you, Ignis.” She leaned forward to kiss him. He blushed and intertwined his fingers with hers. “Okay, then. Let’s go to dinner.”

The pair leisurely walked to the café where they had a wonderful dinner with their friends. Chandra had allowed herself to properly mourn the loss of her brother and family, but she vowed to stop wasting away. She would live her life to the fullest and follow Ignis down the path he was on, determined to never leave her soulmate’s side no matter where life took them.