#kyroz

[bambonno]

[frouse-enthusiast]

3/3 for the first fic

✨️✨️✨️👍

A drawing based on this is coming soon BTW 👀👀👀

[kieshartzishere]

First time drawing Kyroz, and I haven't felt about my art like this in months!

[daily-kryoz]

can we get a kyroz drinky a slurpy??? he deserves it.

OFC! The silly shall drink a slurpy

[dan-from-onami]

Don't know if I've posted about the guy who's actually been my avatar for years on this account but I thought I might as well share some stuff about my favourite fish boy: Perfect (yes that is his name).

A member of the aquatic Neptonian race, Perfect was created as a bioweapon in the incredibly named Great Space War. After the war concluded however, but still keen to fight, Perfect ended up selling his soul to a dark god, Kyroz, in exchange for power and to serve as his herald. Since then, Perfect has been a villain travelling from planet to planet to prepare it for his master's invasion, until he was eventually stopped by a ragtag group of heroes.

With the presence of greater and greater villains arriving, Perfect agreed to temporarily ally himself with these heroes until he could properly strike and prepare the world for Kyroz. Through countless battles he ended up developing a softer side and even calling his previous enemies his friends. Culminating in the arrival of another bioweapons, Hakks, with which he became a mentor figure and eventually a romantic partner of sorts.

He's gone through a lot in a bunch of rp sessions aha and I do miss him. Maybe one day I'll get the chance to properly tell his complete story. It's been a fun one and he's one part of an incredible universe that a bunch of my friends helped make.

[h2oblooky]

Smii7y, tugs on a leash: This is my emotional support human, Kryoz.

Kyroz: [leash is connect to a collar around his neck]

Kyroz: woof.

[peachy-is-obsessed]

You guys don't watch Kyroz do ya?

Like pls he's hot

Brrrrr

[amazingsam9]

Goodguyfitz: that guy really hates us, John.

Johnontheradio: maybe he’s homophobic.

Fitz: but we’re not gay.

John: we’re not?

[owobigtuna]

YUUUS! DANCE MY QUEEN! DANCE!

[frouse-enthusiast]

SECOND CHAPTER UP

Have some lovely John angst :p

[rainy-days-are-my-fav-blog]

Do ya ship krii7y cause i sure do💓💚💓💚💓💚💓💙💓💓💙💜💚💓💚💓💜💓🧡💛💝💓💟💓💝💚💘💚💓💚💓💚

[neptunic-loser]

Yo, anyone up for some krii7y? No? Too bad

Do I know wtf this is? Absolutely not. Was it fun to draw? Hell yeah, it was

[vanoss-and-crew]

Moo: I can’t believe you and Kyroz broke the bed last night

Ohm: yeah, it must’ve been wild

Smii7y: haha…yeah

*last night*

Smii7y: i bet you can’t jump high enough to touch the ceiling

Kyroz: try me.

[vanosslirious]

Hey. it’s almost 4am, and I decided to write a first chapter thing to a Krii7y story that I’m thinking of writing, maybe, I’m not sure. I already decided on 3 stories for Krii7y, so this one might be 4, depends on which stories work out. :)

PAIRING: Krii7y (Kryoz x SMii7y)

WORD COUNT: 1393

WARNING: Soul mate AU. Secret Agents AU. Strangers-Friends-Lovers AU if expanded upon. Fluff. Swearing.

DISCLAIMER: If I do expand on this story, things will obviously be different from the way I written it now. It’ll probably be in 2019 tbh. If there’s any errors, I’m legit tired, it’s 4am, ffs. lol. Don’t mind them. Maybe I’ll fix it, maybe I won’t. Who knows. This is also inspired by prompts.

Maybe it was for the attention, maybe it was for the money, but it definitely wasn’t for the people.

Kryoz liked to tell himself this while standing on the sidelines with a semi-hot cup of coffee in his hand, the other tucked inside his coat pocket. It was seven in the morning, and he was called in from his comfortable bed to the outskirts of the city. The sun warmed the sky, but barely touched the ground a group of police officers were standing on near the dead body of a woman who was shot dead. Her body was colder than the coffee he was taking a sip of.

He wasn’t exactly a police officer, more of a agent, an agent of the government that he wasn’t supposed to speak out loud about. Information was valuable, and he’s been working in this field for several years. They always liked recruiting young. Something about revolutions needing to be strung high when the old workers die out. Whatever that meant.

He was hidden in the shadows mostly, given a bit of information in dossiers that are sent to him in either a physical copy or it would show up on his laptop when he would randomly scroll through the internet.

He forgot why he was brought in, but he did recall some bad times when he’d pass out constantly from bad habits that he blamed others for. He couldn’t remember those people that much, not like any of them would remember him. He had more money than any of their parents ever earned in the last twenty years. He never bragged, another thing he wasn’t supposed to disclose to random people on the street, or the past he never dug up.

It was getting tiring. Except he wasn’t allowed to resign. The only option is a bullet to his head, either on the field or inside an office with his bosses. Options he was considering while downing the rest of his cold coffee and scowling as he tossed the plastic cup on the ground. He managed to get several of the police officer’s gazes, but he could see how empty they were, or even how many questions they wanted to ask. Except they weren’t allowed to get too close to him, nor speak to him.

What did bother him about this entire thing was that he wasn’t the only fucking agent on this job. Three others were meant to arrive, since he was the first to appear, he only spotted one leaving a sleek black car that drove away minutes after he showed up, and the guy liked to talk.

Kryoz looked at him from across the parking lot near the dead body. The guy was younger than him with brown hair, a bit average height, and was wearing black and white sneakers, a black sweater and blue jeans. Something Kryoz wouldn’t have expected, nor any of the police officers. He’s seen more cleaner cut workers than him, but maybe that’s what appealed to Kryoz the most. The guy didn’t seem to give a shit what others thought of him. All he did was smile and gather information without looking toward Kryoz since he arrived. They always kept to their business, but he wasn’t stupid not to get more information on other agents. Some didn’t work in the same department as he did, others had different organizations to appease.

This guy was closer to him than he thought.

Jaren Smith.

He worked for another section, but Kryoz had never come upon him before. He was as hidden as he was. A little too happy and maybe immature for this job, but Kryoz was told the same thing a week ago by another employee. Something about sexual innuendos that Kryoz decided to block out and walk away from. He didn’t need to be lectured.

The crisp wind kissed Kryoz’s neck, and he let out a shiver. He took out his phone, stared at his new directives.

“You got to be fucking kidding me,” he muttered.

Play nice with SMii7y.

He deleted the message. “How about no.”

“You’re quite preoccupied for someone who’s meant to be looking over the evidence of a dead girl.”

Kryoz blinked and looked up. Jaren stood in front of him, smiling. He hadn’t even noticed that he walked over to him during that time thinking about something he couldn’t remember.

Kryoz tucked his phone back into his pocket and said, “If it weren’t for the pay, this wouldn’t even be a thought.”

Jaren—no, SMii7y, stood beside him, looking over at the police officers as an ambulance finally showed itself. “The underworld has laws that we abide, but casualties do happen. It’s unavoidable, really.”

Kryoz frowned. Great. He should’ve known SMii7y worked for them. “This is going to be a problem.”

“Is it?” he asked, tilting his head to the side. “I thought it would be funny, John, that’s your name, right?”

Kryoz stared as they zipped the dead body into a bag and picked her up by a stretcher and into a vehicle. He didn’t find anything out. The girl was a mystery to him until the news receives the information, but Kryoz can simply dig into other people’s files and find the answers himself. It’s going to ruin his day.

“Her soulmate died too,” SMii7y said, speaking as if they were friends.

“Soulmate?” Kryoz asked.

SMii7y nodded, his smile placid. “Yeah. When she got shot, he died in his sleep.” He looked at him, “that’s what happens with soulmates. I figured you’d know this since you were here before me.”

Kryoz shrugged. He did look at the body, but he didn’t see a mark. It stays on the body, like a strange infection that carries onward to their soulmate. A person with a similar marking that grows. Of course if one lived while the other died, than the marking will fade eventually until the other finds a new soulmate. Sometimes both die at the same time if they truly loved each other. They can feel each other’s pain, emotions, and rarely, thoughts.

Fate in this world was a crazy thing.

“I’ve been given orders to work with you,” SMii7y said, sticking his hand out to him.

Kryoz stared at it and mentally cursed his employees, his bosses, his warm bed that was now colder than the empty coffee cup on the cold ground. The parking lot becoming more empty as the police officers begin to leave.

With a sigh, Kryoz shakes his hand, and he noticed something a bit worse than waking up to a dead body.

SMii7y let go of his hand. “I’ll get in contact with you in a few days when I find more information. I’m not sure if this case is good enough for us, but it is a soulmate matter, maybe I can get some people to do it for us. Until then, it was nice meeting you.” He gave him one last smile before turning away and walking down the street.

Kryoz watched him until a car came up beside SMii7y and he got in. He stayed rooted to the pavement, unsure of what he saw, and how he felt about it. Taking a deep sigh, he lifted his sleeve and a mark sat on the inside of his wrist.

A slight square with a thin line going through it. He had it for several years, and now he knows why.

SMii7y had the same marking on his wrist. He worked in the same fucking building as him, so the mark grew by the proximity.

Kryoz closed his eyes and dropped his hand to his side. “I don’t even know him.” Annoyed, Kryoz called for a car and waited on the curb, when a silver car appeared and stopped before him. He got in, told the driver where to go, and stared down at his mark for most of the ride.

He’ll have to eventually tell SMii7y about this, or ask his boss to put a bullet inside his head before he could tell SMii7y, or he could figure out why they’re soulmates when they never met before.

He didn’t know why he was going along with this, he didn’t want it, but he might as well see what will happen if he says nothing at all.

Soulmates. He never thought he would find his.

[kc-cream]

There we go, Krii7y and shit