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slyscenarios · 5 years ago

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ophelia 01

heartbroken too many times, your naive mind tends to fall in love too easily. after kim taehyung enters into your life, you’re smitten by the handsome man only for this romance to come to an end… or so it seems.

prologue 01 02 03 member: kim taehyung (ft park jimin) pairing: fuckboy!kth x reader genre: angst, smut, hurt/comfort(?) warnings: eventual smut ig, angsty angst, swearing words: 4k a/n: ok so originally, i wasn’t going to add in another “love interest” but after thinking about it, i decided to add jimin (just to make things interesting haha). i’ll try my best to release parts every week or so but i can’t really guarantee it. i’ve been really busy and hustling since i do work 2 jobs. i also go to college and because of the COVID-19 outbreak, i’ve been struggling to change a lot of things on my schedule. so once again, i apologize if i can’t get a part out in time or if it’s too short :’(

Flustered from your previous situation, you had decided to head home, yearning for a good nap. You walk to the busy parking lot, entering your very cold car before warming it up. After a couple of minutes, you’re (slightly) speeding until you reach the hidden driveway of your home. Brushing your fingers through your hair, you walk up the steps while pulling out your keys from your bookbag. Of course, though, you happen to drop them, making you groan out of annoyance. “Great, my day couldn’t get any better.” You grumble quietly before bending down to swiftly pick up your keys. Breathing deeply, you unlock the door to the small house. Hoping to finally rest, your attention is brought to the horrid, burnt smell making you rush into your home. Closing the door behind you, you drop your things before rushing into the kitchen. “What’s going on here?!”

"Oh, hey Y/n.” Your older brother, Namjoon, casually greets you with a smile. Furrowing your brows, you notice him occupied at the sink before shrieking at the sight.

“Joon! What are you doing!?” You walk over to the sink, turning off the cold water to notice the scorched pan. Sharply turning your head to your brother, he laughs before patting your shoulder.

“Look, before you get mad at me I just want to say,” he pauses making you raise a brow, “I’m sorry Y/n.” He blurts before running away, making you scowl at his cowardness. Groaning, you turn back to the mess before sighing. After some time, you’re able to remove most of the burnt marks before throwing the pan in the dishwasher.

“Joon, you better have a good explanation as to why you almost burnt our house down!” Yelling aloud, you prop open the window in your kitchen, letting the cool air in to refresh your house. Hearing the door open, assuming it was his room door, he sighs in defeat, making his way to the kitchen.

“Okay, I was trying to cook a meal for my girlfriend but obviously, it didn’t turn out well.” He spoke quietly as you were calming yourself down by washing the extra dishes.

“From now on, please just order food.” Pleading, you rinse the last plate before setting it aside. After drying your hands, you face your brother to see his hopeless face before laughing.

“What? I was really trying to be the romantic hero my girlfriend needed and cook up a meal for her.” He proclaims making you scrunch your nose.

“Joon, do you even know what a romantic hero is? Literary-wise?” Leaning your back against the sink, you fold your arms awaiting his answer. He bites his inner cheek, thinking quietly before you interrupt him. “Anywho, now that our one and only good pan is ruined, I’ll need to head to the store.” You roll your eyes before lifting yourself off of the sink ledge, making your way to Namjoon with open palms.

“What?” He asks, looking up at you from his seat then back at your hands.

“Card please,” you smiled, looking at your foolish brother with doe eyes, “since, you know, you did ruin the pan.” Scoffing, he frowns before pulling out his wallet, placing his credit card in your palms as you thank him.

“Just don’t spend it recklessly like last time- oh and since you’re going to the store, get me some of that cinnamon swirl bread.” He reminds you as you nod, soon heading to your room for a change of clothes.

...

“Now, where is Namjoon’s bread?” Biting your lower lip, you’re stuck in the middle of the bread aisle at your local grocery store. Squinting your eyes, you scan each shelf quickly before giving up. “Sorry Joon, guess I ain’t getting your bread.” You laugh to yourself before jumping at the sudden touch on your shoulder.

“Excuse me, ma'am, are you looking for something?” A soft voice calls out. Turning around, you’re met with a younger boy, seemingly in high school. Giving him a smile, you release the tension in your muscles before speaking to him.

“Actually, yes! Do you happen to see a cinnamon swirl type of bread here?” Turning back to the shelf, you squint once again, unable to find the bread your brother loved. Hearing the younger male hum, he brushes beside you and easily grabs a loaf, which happened to be on the highest shelf, before handing it to you.

“Here you go, ma’am.” He takes a few steps back and that’s when you notice how tall the boy actually is. You also notice that he looks quite familiar, but you forget the thought, only to thank him instead. “If that’s all, I’ll get going now.” He shyly smiles as you nod, watching him take a few steps away before stopping in his tracks to pull out his phone. From the start, the boy was clearly trying to end the conversation in order to stay focused during his job but he pauses at one point, dropping his hand from his ear and fully turning his body. “Bro, what are you doing here?”

Curious, you turn your head to the direction the youngin is looking at only for your eyes to widen. It was the same strange man from earlier. He was a couple of feet away, thankfully occupied by the items on the shelf he was looking at, giving you enough time to make your escape. Your ears red, you automatically turn your face towards the other direction, doing your best to walk away with your filled-up shopping basket. Sure that you were out of their sight, you take a deep breath before checking your basket, making sure you have everything you need. “To think I’d meet that weirdo here.” You muttered before taking a spot in line at the self-checkout.

“Talking about me, love?” Startled once again, you glance back to be greeted by a smile. Gulping, you quickly face forward before ignoring the man’s words. “I never introduced myself. I’m Taehyung.” Choosing to ignore his words again, you take a couple steps forward as the line begins to shorten. “Can I at least get your name?”

Sighing, you look up from the ground to see an open register, walking straight to it. Setting your basket down, you glance back to the man waiting in line, obviously impatient as he taps his foot on the group. A smile slightly arising from your lips, you focus back on checking out the items in your basket. Swiping Joon’s credit card, you put it away in your purse before cursing at the amount of bags you’re bound to carry. Carefully lifting up the heavy bags, a larger hand brushes against yours, taking them away to hold.

“Look, Taehyung was it?” You frown, finally meeting eyes with him as he nods with a grin on his face. “I don’t know what you’re up to, but I would like to be left alone please.”

“Let me get your name first.” He firmly says making you scrunch your nose. Trying to walk past him, he doesn’t budge, making you frustrated.

“Fine. It’s Y/n.” You grumble, glaring at the man. “Happy?”

“Very.” His smile widens making you furrow your brows in confusion. Shaking your head, you push your way past him and continue to make your way out of the store as he follows from behind.

Unlocking the trunk to your car, you stop in place before facing the man in an instant, folding your arms. “Do you want something from me? We've never interacted or talked before so why are you acting so friendly with me?”

“What’s wrong with trying to make a friend?” He tilts his head with a slight smirk.

“Okay, but when you talk to someone for the first time, you don't mention how good you are at fucking.” Frustrated, you raise your voice a bit, only to hear him laugh.

“I was just stating a fact about myself,” he calms down before walking towards you, “no need to get mad, love.” Licking his lips, he lifts his hand to tuck the loose strands of your hair behind your ear, soon leaning in to whisper. “Tomorrow, 5pm. Meet me at the fountain located in front of the library.” Pulling away, he opens the trunk to your car and places the bags of groceries he had been holding inside.

“What if I don’t want to meet you tomorrow?” You blurt aloud, soon biting your bottom lip at his silence. He takes a step closer to you, practically forcing you to notice his features up close. His brows were bold, despite being hidden behind his messy bangs. Looking down to his lips, they were tinted beautifully but you frown after seeing how dry they were.

“See you tomorrow, Y/n.” He slyly smiles, poking your nose before he walks away. Biting your inner cheek, your eyes follow the man until he suddenly disappears after a large truck passes by, making you sigh and close the trunk to your car. During the car ride home, you can’t help but think of the attractive man.

“He’s just a pervert.” You thought to yourself, shaking your head to get rid of the thought of him. Making it back home, you bring in the heavy bags of groceries before giving Namjoon his card back, heading straight to your room afterward.

The next day, after all your classes, you’re cautiously walking around campus in hopes of not bumping into Taehyung and his jerk friends. Peeking out from the door of the main building, you sigh before walking out of the building and down the steps. “Y/n!” Hearing a voice call you from behind, you turn around and see your table buddy from math class chase after you. Stopping in your tracks, you walk towards the exhausted girl as she catches her breath. “You’re such a fast walker.” She pants, making you apologize.

“Did you want something from me though?” You ask as she shakes her head.

“You forgot this in class,” she says before handing you your calculator, “I know how expensive these things are, so just make sure you don’t leave it sitting around next time!” Mentally facepalming yourself, you stow your calculator away in your bookbag before turning to face your table buddy as your lips curl into a soft smile.

“Thank you so much, Cora! I really appreciate it.” After thanking her, you ask what her daily plans are, wondering if she would be down to have a study session for your next math exam some time. Grinning, she agrees with the idea before you’re both exchanging phone numbers.

“Say, Y/n, do you happen to live on campus?” She asks, making you quirk a brow.

“I commute actually,” you sigh before looking back at Cora, “why?”

“Oh nothing, I was just wondering if you were going to the socializing event happening later this evening.” You could tell she was slightly disappointed, a pout forming on her lips. Scrunching your nose, you take her hand in yours.

“Well, if you're going to be there, then I guess I could stop by later.” You assure, making her squeal in excitement.

“Thank you Y/n, you won't regret coming by!” She’s now grinning from ear to ear, practically jumping in place. “I’ll even introduce you to a couple of my friends later tonight.” Only able to smile at her excitement, she pulls her phone out to look at the time before fleeing, yelling out that she would text you the details later before walking away. Second-guessing yourself, your smile fades as you’re overthinking the situation.

“Why did you say that, Y/n? You don’t even like socializing in general.” You mumble to yourself before walking away as people begin to side-eye you. Making it to your car, you let out a sigh of relief, relaxing your muscles as you’re ready to just relax. Laid back, you can’t help but feel as though you’re missing something. Frustrated that you can’t remember, you shrug off the thought and head straight home to get ready for this “social event”.

...

It’s now 8pm as you are woken up by the loud commotion coming from outside your room. Groaning, you yelp at the pain in your back, cursing to yourself. Heading outside into the hallway, you make your way to the bathroom in hopes of peeing, only to find Namjoon fumbling around in a rush. “Where are you going?” Leaning against the door frame, your tired eyes are fixated on your brother styling his hair.

“I’m going to a-”

“Let me guess, social event?” Cutting him off, he nods in response before washing his hands.

“Yea, I actually have to go and help out. You going?” Turning to face you, you shrug in response to his question. “Well, I’m heading out now. If you actually plan on coming, lock the house up and text me when you get there.” Watching him leave the house, you sigh before heading back to the bathroom to finish your business. You also spend the next hour perfecting your makeup before getting a text from Cora, explaining that the house the event was held at was already packed with people. She also sends you the address right as you’re changing into an off the shoulder top and ripped jeans, slipping on your shoes before heading out to start your car.

Arriving at said location, you’re shocked at how big it is before you park on the street, hearing the loud trap music from outside the mansion. Shivering at the cold night, you rush into the house before pulling out your phone to text Joon and Cora.

“How can I help you, doll?” Greeted by a charming man, you purse your lips, not knowing what to say.

“I, uh-”

“Jimin, I’ve got this.” Turning to the side, you relax as Namjoon walks up to you. “So, you finally decided to turn up?” He raises a brow, making you laugh before nudging him in the side.

“Are you not going to introduce me to the beautiful lady presented in front of me, Namjoon?” The charming man catches your attention as your cheeks slightly tint pink. As Namjoon scorns at his words, you roll your eyes before holding out your hand.

“I apologize for my brother.” You retort, glaring slightly at Namjoon before focusing your attention back to the charming man. “I’m Y/n.”

“Jimin.” He simply says before taking a hold of your hand, shaking it lightly. After pulling his hand away, he tilts his head before raising a brow. “Namjoon never told me he had a pretty sister.”

“I don’t know, Y/n’s not that pretty.” Namjoon jokes, making you click your tongue in annoyance. “She’s actually a nerdy bookworm, believe it or not.” Laughing, Jimin walks to your side before placing his hand softly on the lower part of your back.

“I think you’re quite beautiful, Y/n.” He smiles assuringly, making your ears burn up. “How about I give you a tour? This is the Alpha Sigma Phi after all, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around here before.” Licking your lips, he closes in to whisper in your ear. “I’d remember a pretty face like yours.” His words tingled against your skin, sending chills down your spine. Despite the loud music and chatter distracting you, Jimin’s words were quite clear. Gulping, you avoid his eyes, turning your face to see a familiar face from a distance.

“Y/n! You made it.” Cora exclaimed, making her way over to you. She casually waves to Namjoon and Jimin, making you raise a brow in confusion. “Sorry boys but I’m taking this gal with me.” She grins before taking a hold of your wrist, pulling you away from Jimin to stand beside her.

“Yes, take my sister and teach her a couple of social skills please.” Namjoon pleads, making you frown as Cora turns to face you.

“Joonie is your brother?!” Scrunching your nose at the scent of alcohol coming from your friend, you nod in response.

“Looks like Joon doesn’t talk about me much.” You squint to your brother as he winks to you. Rolling your eyes, you notice a few other men come up to both Namjoon and Jimin, talking with them before they break out into laughter. They were then asked, from what you heard, to head to the kitchen for shots. Saying their goodbyes, your eyes meet with Jimin’s.

“I guess I’ll have to give you a tour another time.” He smiled warmly before turning away to walk into the crowd of people.

“Dreamy, isn’t he?” Cora remarks as you nod subconsciously. “Sorry to burst your bubble Y/n, but he already has a girlfriend.” Sighing, you look over to your friend.

“I’m not surprised to hear that, though.” You chuckle before changing the topic, “I thought you said this was a socializing event? This is your basic Friday night party.”

“To be honest, Y/n, you didn’t seem like the type to go out to parties, so I slightly changed the term.” She nervously laughs, taking a hold of your hand and apologizing soon after.

“Well, I never said I hated parties, did I?” Pressing your lips into a firm smile, you look around before focusing back onto Cora. “Let’s take a look at how big this place actually is.” Convinced, Cora practically drags you along through the crowd of people, soon meeting up with her own group of friends and introducing you.

As they’re gleefully conversing with one another, you can’t help but awkwardly stand aside, watching them laugh. SIghing, you glance to the right only to make out a set of enticing eyes watching over you. Taehyung. You had forgotten his request from the other day. Despite him being quite far from you, he’s noticeable and soon, walking over to you. In a panic, you turn to Cora, trying to gain her attention.

“Hey, I’m going to find a bathroom,” you point in a different direction as Cora nods, “I’ll be back quick.” Walking away from Cora’s group of friends, you glance back to see Taehyung out of sight. Biting your inner cheek, you continue onwards, doing your best to push through the crowd of people.

Because of how huge the house was, you’re lost, finding yourself down a large corridor. Pursing your lips, you take your chances, knocking upon a random door. Pressing your ear against it, you’re met with silence, turning the knob slowly before peeking inside. “Anyone in here?” You ask, gulping as you fully open the door. The room was filled with darkness and to your surprise, untouched. Stepping into the room, you close the door behind you. Sighing of relief, you make your way deeper into the large room before eyeing the framed pictures hanging upon the wall.

After observing the pictures, you recognize the faces in them, figuring out that you were currently in Jimin’s room. “Makes sense that the charming man suits the charming room.” You smirk. The room was completely quiet, despite the loud music playing from outside, and yet, you were at peace. Taking a deep breath, you sit on the bed to relax your aching feet before hearing the doorknob turn.

“Oh, Y/n? What are you doing in my room?” Jimin asks, his words sounding slurred. He stumbles, making you stand from his bed as he walks towards you.

“I- I just wanted to take a break.” You nervously laugh, rubbing the back of your neck as Jimin is now standing in front of you. Chuckling, he’s looking you in the eye, making you awkwardly look away. The smile on his face fades before his hand reaches to the side of your face, gently caressing it. Flustered at his touch, he drops his hand before plopping onto the bed and laying on his back. Raising a brow in confusion, you face back to the man, taking notice of how serene he looks while asleep. Gulping, you slowly walk away in hopes of not waking up the fellow before feeling a tug at your wrist.

“Don’t go.” Meeting his weary eyes, he licks his lips before pulling you onto the bed. You’re now found lying down beside the buzzed man, stiff as a stick. It feels like an hour before you hear a slight snore coming from the man, indicating that he’s fast asleep. Doing your best, you prop your self up with your hand before it slips, your face now closer to his.

“Jimin, are you in there? You hear Namjoon’s voice calling from the other side of the door. Cursing to yourself, you steadily get off the bed before tiptoeing to another door, opening it up to a bathroom. Hearing the doorknob turn, you swiftly step into the bathroom before quickly closing the door. Keeping your back against the door, you hear Namjoon starting to complain to the sleeping fellow.

“My dude, you gotta at least send some people out of here before knocking out.” Your brother remarks before you hear Jimin groan. From what you can hear, they’re practically arguing with one another before you hear shuffling. Raising a brow, you hear footsteps gradually coming closer to your location, making you panic and hide behind the plain shower curtains.

“Let me wash up first.” Jimin yells while swinging the door open. Holding your breath at the lights turning on, you notice his silhouette on the shower. Pursing your lips after noting his slim figure, he sighs before turning on the faucet. Shifting your weight, you bump into a bottle of shampoo, failing to catch it fast enough as it falls onto the ground of the shower, echoing throughout the bathroom. Still as a rock, you bite your inner cheek as the faucet is turned off.

“Jimin, you alright in there?” Namjoon calls out.

“I’m fine,” Jimin yells back, startling you, “I’m going to piss so go ahead.” Hearing the door close, the silence in the bathroom makes you anxious before you’re screaming at the shower curtain being suddenly pulled aside. Meeting his wide eyes, he comes towards you before placing his hand over your mouth.

“Be quiet, Y/n. Do you want your brother to come in here?” Jimin hushes you as you obey, his hand falling from your face. “What are you doing in my shower, of all places?”

Pursing your lips, you avoid his eyes. “I was just-” Pausing, you glance back at him before licking the corner of your lips. “I panicked and decided to hide in here, okay?”

Breaking out into laughter, he brushes his fingers through his hair before taking your hand, guiding you out of the bathroom and into his room. “Do you enjoy parties, Y/n?” He randomly asks you, making you scrunch your nose.

“Want me to be honest?” You ask as he nods, a gentle smile appearing on his face. “I’m not fond of parties like this, despite me going to them anyway.” You truthfully say. You’re both standing in front of the room door, his hand resting on the doorknob as he takes a step closer to you.

“That’s a bummer,” leaning forward, he then whispers in your ear, “I’d love to see you around more, Y/n.” You tense up as your name smoothly rolls off his tongue, his hand unclasping from yours. Opening the door, he walks you out, explaining some of the areas of his fraternity before you’re both found at the main entrance of the house.

“Well, I guess this is it for the night-”

“Jimin, there you are!” A feminine voice calls out, cutting him off. Watching, a woman walks up to Jimin, sliding her hand to hold his as she presses her body close to his. “Where were you?”

“Oh, I was just showing Y/n around,” he smiles before glancing at you, then back to the woman, “this is Y/n, by the way.” Pointing at you, you put on a smile, greeting the woman.

“I’m Aika, Jimin’s girlfriend.” She cheekily grins before turning her attention back to Jimin. Of course, his girlfriend is beautiful. “Baby, let’s go to your room and have a drink.” She winks before tugging on his arm. Looking away, partially cringing at their flirtatious aura, you clear your throat, stopping their bickering.

“Well, I’ll be leaving now. It was nice meeting both of you.” Your hand firmly gripping the handle, you give them a half-smile before exiting the house. Walking through the chilling air, you make it to your car before taking a deep breath. What a night.

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im-hiding22 · 6 years ago

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Oh Lort She’s Coming - 7:01 P.M.

She burst through the door and looked on to the townspeople in her coven base.

“And what are you doing here?” She snapped. She looked to Oz. “You! State who you are and what business you have being in here!” She pointed her staff at him.

“I don’t mean any harm,” he said, voice firm and steady. “My name is Osmund Birchardt, local bodyguard.”

“So you’re the bodyguard, huh?” The lady straightened her back to stand up taller before him. She walked forwards and stopped a few paces in front of him. “I’d like you to know this place belongs to me. I want you to get all you and all of your friends out of here.”

“I need you to understand, miss...”

“Miss Ophelia to you.”

“Miss Ophelia, I need you to understand...please, let us stay here until the crisis has been averted. These townspeople have nowhere else safe to go. I need to provide them with shelter and this is the safest place we’ve got.”

“And who dared to bring you here? Who gave you the right?” Ophelia glared. “Do you know Mendel and Mari?”

“Yes! Yes, I do. We’re friends with them. They brought us here to keep us safe.”

“Where are they.”

“Th...They went out to the forest to trap the Juggernaut and carry it back here, for defusing it and stuff. They’ll be back soon.”

Ophelia glared. “You are all townies, aren’t you.”

“Well, most of us, I’m not sure, I don’t really know specifically.”

“I’d give you mercy if it weren’t for the fact that you scum are the reason we’re driven out and killed off one by one, town after town.” She glared and brought her staff to her side. “You can’t keep the knowledge of where my base is in your mind. Therefore, I’ll have to kill you all myself.” She stabbed her staff forwards, on the sharp end, but Oz held up his shield and pushed her back. Ophelia used her wings to shove herself upwards and grabbed the shield with her talon. She used the other one to latch onto Oz’s face, raising her staff. Oz tossed her forwards and continued using his shield to dodge and shove her back.

“I don’t want to kill you, ma’am, it’s against my morals.”

“What, afraid of hurting an old lady?” She cackled. “You’ll at least have a fun story to tell the Mediums once I finish you off.” She flew up and grabbed him with her talons once more, shoving him aside. People started running away, trying to reach the door and flee. She cocked her head back and hissed. “Miserable people, you’re going nowhere.” She lunged out to grab a survivor, but Oz quickly flee before her and shoved her away from them. He kept her back, deflecting her stabs with his shield, letting them escape.

“Stay in the upper floor!” Oz called out, strained. He finally lowered his shield and shoved Ophelia down, pinning her to the ground. “You aren’t going to hurt these people.” He raised his fist. “If I have to, I will kill you as my job as a bodyguard.”

“Finally learning how to play, huh? Let me show you something.” She let out another bird-like screech and her eyes lit up with the spinning red and yellow spiral, staring directly to Oz and causing him to stop and fall limp to her. “That’s right, my puppet.” She stood and waved her staff, causing Oz to stand up straight. She thrust it forwards and shot Oz across the room, slamming him against the wall, and then lifted him up, holding him still. “Now be a good boy and stay where you are.” She thrust him down to the ground and he crumpled into a little heap, and when her eyes returned to normal he stayed there.

“I’m going out,” whispered Rascal, and he got up.

“Don’t! She’s pissed!”

“Cause a distraction, then!”

“She’s gonna kill me!”

“Better than a survivor dying! Besides, aren’t you night immune?”

“I don’t know what the hell I am to a Coven member!”

Ophelia grabbed survivors that tried coming at her and stabbed them with her staff, tossing them aside and whacked others over the head with the same weapon, hard so that they would drop to the ground. She swung them around and shoved through, making sure nobody got away from her. She approached the study.

“Well, we have to try something! She’s getting closer!”

“I hear you, little townies!” Ophelia laughed.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Skuggy hissed under his breath, crawling out. He pat himself down. “R-Rascal, your switchblade! F-fuck, quick!”

Rascal tossed him his switchblade. “Go! You’ll be fine!”

“Come out wherever you are...”

“Oh god...tell my husband I love him...” Skuggy grit his teeth before charging out. “Hey, Coven shithead!” He shouted. Ophelia cocked her head to him and glared, feathers standing on end. “Yeah, you! Bird brains!”

“How dare you, you little brat!” Ophelia sqwuaked and lunged fowards as Skuggy sprinted away from her. She thrust herself forwards with her wings and tackled him, holding him to the ground with her talons. “Who do you think you are?!”

“W-Well,” Skuggy gulped, trying to keep his cool, “my name’s Skuggy, local butcher, how about you?” He shanked her in the leg with his blade and managed to crawl out, running towards the throne room now instead. He saw Rascal peeking out from the study and nodded briefly to him. He slipped out.

“You’ll regret being snarky to me, young man.” She dove forwards and grabbed him by the scarf, yanking him back.

“Fuck, not again—“ He sliced through his scarf quickly. She swung her staff as him and he managed to deflect it with the blade, eyes wide. They continued doing this, staggering backwards and exchanging glares. Finally Ophelia nailed him in the gut and he grunted, falling back. She stepped on his chest and held him down, raising her staff, until she noticed a little blonde boy trying to sneak out.

“Ah, I see what this is. A little coordinated escapade, huh?” She laughed and kicked Skuggy away, now soaring towards Rascal.

“G-God, no!” Skuggy shoved himself forwards and stumbled back up, running to catch her. She tackled Rascal and was about to dig her talons into his face, holding him down by grappling her claws into his chest. He cried out. Skuggy drew back and threw the switchblade, hoping for a spark of luck.

It landed into Ophelia’s back. She screeches and turned around swiftly. The knife was cushioned by her feathery coat, but it still dug in.

“Get off him!” Skuggy barked, shoving her to the side and kicking her down. She grabbed him and brought him down as well. Skuggy took off his scarf and tied it around her eyes, pulling her head forwards and blinding her. She scowled and yelled out, lashing her staff out at random, but it didnt stop him from holding her down. He looked back to Rascal, who had gotten up. He nodded in thanks before making it out the door and into safety. Skuggy smiled, but quickly it disappeared from his face as the Coven leader grabbed his neck with her sharp nails and yanked him forwards. She ripped the scarf from her eyes and opened them wide, the spiral beginning to form once more. Skuggy gasped and tried to wriggle free, but she closed her grip around his throat tight.

“You will tell me exactly where Mendel is so I can punish him for this mess myself. You will stop fighting against me and do what I tell you.”

“H...He’s...” Skuggy grit his teeth, squeezed his eyes tight, kicked and squirmed. “Mendel, I know where he is! You don’t wanna kill me!” He gasped.

“Tell me!” she demanded.

“He’s being taken by the Juggernaut!” he yelled. “He’s gonna get killed if we...we don’t help him now!”

“Open your eyes.” Skuggy hesitated before opening them. Her eyes were still the mesmerizing spirals, and he found himself unable to struggle anymore.

“Tell me again where he is, and don’t lie to me.”

“The team are trying to save him from the Juggernaut,” he said. “They were going to the bunker in the forest, so they shouldn’t be far from there. He’s alive.” Ophelia narrowed her eyes and stood silent. She released him from her grip and he gasped in air, falling to his knees.

“And tell me why I shouldn’t kill you and your little friends,” she said, moving his chin up with her staff so he could face her.

“I’ll help you,” he spoke, “and Oz knows exactly where they’ll be.”

“So be it.” She snapped and her eyes went back to normal. Skuggy blinked a few times and felt his consciousness come back to him, getting back up to his feet. She pointed the sharp end of the staff to his throat.

“D-Don’t kill me!” he yelped.

“I won’t as long as you don’t try any funny stuff.” She saw Oz come back to his senses and lunge towards her. She dodged as he came and grabbed his jacket, lurching back with him and trying to drag him back. He spun back around and went to swing a punch at her, but she caught it in her hands. “Listen. I’ll spare you as long as you help me find my Coven. I apologize for the rampage, I despise that others now know where we are. But...I suppose that’s all I can do for now.” All the survivors either fled, hid, or were laying unconscious on the floor. “We’re ditching this place anyways.”

“You hurt innocent people,” Oz grit. “I’m not helping you.”

“Oz, cut the bullshit. Do you want to die again?”

“I suggest you help me. I need to save my Necromancer.” She narrowed her eyes. “He might be in loads of trouble, yes...but he’s good at his job. I can’t let him die off.” She let go of Oz’s fist. “Kindly lead me to where they are.”

Oz didn’t speak.

“Oz, c’mon... Listen, the faster we get to Mendel, the more chance we get to save him, and if we save him, then Gene gets brung back. We both want that, right?” Oz felt a stabbing feeling in his gut.

“...Alright, I’ll help.” He nodded. “But you guys have to get out of here once this Juggernaut mess is resolved.”

“We were already planning on doing so. Let’s go.”

“But the survivors—can they stay here?”

“Absolutely not. Find somewhere else to store your garbage.”

“W-We can take them to Gene’s house,” Skuggy butt in. “We should have enough room there. He’d be okay with it. And we have medical supplies there, too.”

“...I’ll take the survivors to the new location.” Oz turned to Skuggy. “Skuggy, you know where the bunker is. It’s marked on the map.”

“I can’t read a fucking map!”

“It’s simple. It’s up north in the forest, not too far from our trapping spot, and we all traveled there by foot. You know where that was, right?”

“Y...Yeah.”

“Go north from there. You’ll pass a creek and a long stretch of burnt vegetation. That’ll signify you’re getting closer to it.” Oz turned. “I have to get everyone home safe. I know you two can do it.”

“....Okay.” Skuggy sighed. “So, you’re taking me. Let’s go.” Ophelia led the way out the door and up to the above ground.

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01 / BASICS

Full Name: Jasper Theodore Lewis Nickname: Jazz Birthday: March 2nd Gender: Transgender male Orientation: Panromantic / Homosexual Astrological Sign: Pisces sun, Virgo moon Spoken Languages: English Birthplace: Wheeling, West Virginia Relationship status: Single (but crushing so ridiculously hard)

02 / PHYSICAL TRAITS

Hair Color/Style: Jazz tends to keep his hair natural and curly, but short. He does love bleaching it and dyeing it fun colors however, and his favorite is a soft pink. Eye Color: Warm brown Face Claim: Keiynan Lonsdale Height: 5’4” Tattoos: The first tattoo that Jasper got was on the inside of his right wrist, and it’s of a small geometric fox done in stark black lines and watercolor. (x) He has the Martin Luther King Jr. quote “I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear.” on the left side of his ribs. He also has a little bundle of lavender tattooed on his left wrist. Piercings: Both of his ears are pierced. He also has an industrial piercing on his right side, and his helix pierced on his left. The helix piercing is always connected to the first stud with various little chains. Unique Attributes: His way of speaking, so slow and careful.

03 / PERSONALITY TRAITS/TYPES

Positive Traits: Honest, gentle, hardworking, patient, empathetic Negative Traits: Shy, nervous, stubborn, solemn, too quiet Hobbies/Interests: Reading (anything and everything), history (of all sorts), art, helping out at animal shelters, Exy Insecurities: His insecurities center around him being trans and also the ‘slow’ start he got at life, and whether or not he’ll ever be able to keep up with everyone else. Quirks/Eccentricities: Jasper, when he’s very anxious, will wrap the hem of his shirt around his knuckles and stretch it out, a left over habit from when he was a kid. MBTI Type: INFJ-T Enneagram Type: Type 2 Moral Alignment: Neutral good Temperament: Melancholic/phlegmatic

04 / FAMILY & HOME

Immediate Family: Mother, father, brother (all adopted). Henry Lewis is a bear of a man, but the cuddly sort. He’s a history professor, and he’s who Jasper got his love of all things historical from. María Isabel on the other hand is almost ice cold at times, serious and awkward with feelings. She is not a soft woman but she still loves Jasper viciously, and wasted no time in cutting ties with Derek even when Henry was still caught up in everything. And when it comes to Derek, Jasper hasn’t properly spoken to his adopted brother since the day that Derek left for college. How do they feel about their family?: Jasper would do anything for his parents. He absolutely loves them, from the tops of his curls to the soles of his feet, with every breath he takes. The love he feels for them could span galaxies, and he’ll never stop being grateful to them for seeing the skinny, sick baby he was and giving him the chance at life he so sorely deserved. (And once upon a time, he would’ve done anything for Derek. Jump. How high? Derek is still sunk into his bones, and he’s still learning how to be without him in a lot of ways. That sort of dependency, synchrony, it was the same as the muscle memory that Exy taught him. You’re going to get shit every single day of your life, Jasper.) How does their family feel about them?: Henry gets a little emotional every time he talks about his son, stars in his eyes and a million pictures on his phone from Jasper’s games and screenshots of press videos and blurry videos of the TV whenever they can’t get away from work for long enough to go see one in person. María has the quietest smiles, and it is her quiet nature that Jasper learned from, even as he adopted his father’s ridiculous over-emotional nature. Her smiles always grow when she sees Jasper, and she always presses a kiss to her forehead when she sees him, trying to convey all the love that is sometime so hard for her to speak with words. (Jasper knows though, he always knows. He’s never once worried if they truly loved him, and he never will.) Derek was his fiercest advocate, the quickest to fight for him, never once shying away from stepping up to bat for his little brother. Nothing changed that, except when Jasper didn’t get something quite right. Exy changed them both, in good ways and bad, but it made a monster of a man and a man of nothing. Pets: Ophelia is his tiny three-legged rescue kitten, and he considers all of the animals he works with at the shelter his in some small way. He also has a boa (moonglow morph) named Florence that he got at the beginning of the summer. María cares for her in his absence. Where do they live?: When he’s not in the Fox’s dorm, he still lives in Wheeling, West Virginia, but he’s hoping to get an apartment in Palmetto or Columbia when he can. Description of their home: This is a fairly good example. Description of their bedroom: Jasper’s room back home is kind of a mess, filled to the brim with his books, comfortable blankets and pillows, and the walls are covered in art of all styles. He’s tacked up posters, song lyrics, and Exy stats there as well as in his dorm at Palmetto.

05 / THIS OR THAT

Introvert or Extrovert? Introvert Optimist or Pessimist? Optimist Leader or Follower? Leader Confident or Self-Conscious? Self-conscious Cautious or Careless? Cautious Passionate or Apathetic? Passionate Book Smarts or Street Smarts? Book smarts Compliments or Insults? Compliments

06 / FAVORITES

Favorite Color: Pastel pink. Favorite Clothing Style/Outfit: Loose, comfortable. Fashionable, for sure. Nice hats. Favorite Bands/Songs/Type of Music: Jazz loves old country music, but that’s a pretty lowkey thing. Personally, he loves pop. Favorite Movies: Anything horror. Train to Busan is a huge favorite. Favorite Books: He cried for a year whenever he read The Song of Achilles, to be honest. The Six of Crows duology is also a huge fave. Favorite Foods/Drinks: Hot chocolate. Favorite Sports/Sports Teams: EXY EXY EXY. His favorite team is the Foxes, but he also really loves the Trojans. (Alternatively, anyone but the Ravens or the Buckeyes.) Favorite Time of Day: Evening, when the sun is almost completely down and the sky turns into an oil painting. Favorite Weather/Season: Fall. Favorite Animal: Jasper doesn’t have a favorite but he’d probably say cats just to make it easier.

#musings.#questionnaire.#tfctask #headcanons.#derek mention tw

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