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Down With The Ship | Two

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Female!Reader

Summary: Captain Jeon Jungkook; a beautiful mess of blood and gold. His greatest treasure, may also be his greatest downfall.

Genre: Pirate!au

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, nothing explicit, violence?, Blood, Guns, pirates being pirates

Rating: T for Teens

A/N: I’m sorry to the entire crew of bangtan, but most importantly Jungkook and Taehyung. Thank you and goodnight. This chapter is all backstory and nothing else.

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Word Count: 9.2k Words

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The 18 year old looked out over the deck washed in blood. The putrid smell of rotting fish and burning flesh tinged the air. He didn’t gag. The smell was commonplace to him. He gripped the railing, watching as the last of his old crew was thrown overboard, bound and gagged. Then he turned to the old captain.

“Do you enjoy watching your own crew being tied and thrown overboard?” He asked the older man. “Because you certainly had no qualms about it a few moments ago. I am in control, now.” He surveyed the tear streaked face of the man. Then he laughed a cold, merciless, laugh. “Goodbye, sir.”

He planted his foot on the old man’s back and kicked him off the ship. The new captain’s first mate turned to him.

“What should we do now, Namjoon?” The man asked. Namjoon’s eyes looked over the blood as passively as his counterpart. Then he turned to his new captain.

“I think we have some cleaning up to do, Jungkook.”

Captain Rogers was not a kind man and most certainly not to any cabin boy who was to be his glorified slave.

“Jeon!” The captain barked to the 12 year old. The young boy had learned to be silent, to let his rage simmer and harden, for the past 2 years.

“Yes, sir?” Jungkook straightened his back, wide eyes giving him an innocent look. The kind of look that made Captain Rogers pissed off.

“Go clean the galley.”

Jungkook nodded and turned to leave, instantly regretting the decision. The captain leered over the desk and grabbed his wrist tight enough to leave bruises. The child didn’t even flinch.

“What do you say?”

“Yes, sir.” He said, his voice unwavering.

“Good boy. Now go pull your weight, you should be lucky that I even took you in. Especially after your parents tried to run, isn’t that right?” The captain let out a loud laugh. “You should be thankful I spared your pitiful life. Now show some respect.”

“Yes, sir.” The heat of rage flamed up again, but Jungkook remained silent.

He scrubbed the deck and the galley, then he went ahead and made everyone lunch. No one thanked him, but it was alright, he never expected it. His hair was light brown after spending days in the sun. Jungkook kept his eyes down as a crew member was thrown overboard, the splash, his life, a mere ripple in the tide as the ship carried on.

He was quiet in his work, never complaining, never protesting. Jungkook never really believed he was lower than anyone else. He still held onto the hope that one day he could be acknowledged.

The boy spent another year, and then another, bending to every whim of Captain Rogers. His back was scarred, his wrists a permanent shade of purple, his nerves keeping him awake until early in the morning. Then he’d get up, work, and do it all over again.

Yes, it weighed on him, yes, the passing time felt like a death sentence, but he forged onward. At first he just planned on escaping, disappearing one night while the crew was docked, but it never felt like the right time. Being on the crew, he was now a wanted man. He would never be able to live a normal life, and maybe that was his curse.

He could stage a mutiny. He sat upright in bed, bumping his head on the ceiling as he was on the top bunk. Is it possible? Jungkook was just one boy and he had no friends on the ship. Everyone he’d originally met were now thrown overboard, dead, or long gone. He had been on the ship the longest and he knew the least amount of people. His only home was the ship, his only family was Captain Rogers. So how could he stage a mutiny? He had no one.

His 18th birthday was spent without much fanfare. He got a big clap on the back by the captain and a couple muttered ‘happy birthdays’. Unlike his other birthdays, he was ecstatic. Now he was an adult, he could make the choices he wanted. However, years of training had taught him that his actions would always have consequences. And if he went through with this plan...he would have a lot of consequences.

The ship was docked at Krestleven, a small town that was wealthier than people gave it credit for. Jungkook was given a day of freedom by Captain Rogers, which was the nicest thing he’d done for him in eight years. Nothing could ever really make up for the scars that marked him physically and mentally, but he appreciated it.

A couple kids ran by as he strolled the streets. The man pondered his fate, how the mutiny could work. He needed a right hand man, but the crew was loyal to a fault, even if they were terrified. Jungkook had long given up seeking Captain Rogers’ appreciation.

Someone bumped into him, causing his heart to race and his skin to crawl. The brush of skin on skin causing him to flinch and feel nauseous. He hated that feeling, the touch of another human against him. There was nothing but pain in the touch of other humans.

“Hey man, are you okay?” The man who bumped into him was now standing in front. Jungkook blinked a few times.

“W-what?”

“I asked if you were alright.” The man’s eyebrows furrowed in concern. “I said sorry for bumping into you but you seemed frazzled and I know I’m clumsy so if you’ve been injured or anything, I can pay for it.” The man rambled on. He had brown hair and hazel eyes, a lean frame and dimples when he smiled.

“No, it’s fine.” Jungkook said. He was always fine. “I wasn’t watching where I was going. My name is Jungkook, today is my birthday.” He said shyly.

“Oh?” The man straightened, letting his dimples show. “I’m Namjoon and happy birthday my good man.” He didn’t reach out to pat Jungkook on the back like he usually would for one’s birthday. He could tell this kid was skittish. “How old are you turning?”

“18.” The younger man mumbled, shuffling his feet.

“Ah, still young.” Namjoon nodded. “I’m 21. Would you like to head out for a drink?”

Jungkook tilted his head at that. Was this man voluntarily asking to hang out with him? Captain Rogers always acted like he was the slime of the Earth, as if no one could want him except the captain. The 18 year old pointed to his chest.

“Me?” He asked in disbelief.

“Of course you!” Namjoon motioned to his left. “Just a little ways that way there’s this great bar. If ya tell ‘em it’s your birthday, you just might get a free pint.” The man winked playfully. Jungkook looked expectantly at the older man before realizing that he was motioning for him to take the first step.

Jungkook had never led anything, never made a name for himself. The first step ignited the passion to be someone other than the cabin boy for Captain Rogers. And the deep rage that had settled to a buzz in his bones now crackled with renewed energy.

He thought back to his life before Captain Rogers. He had always wanted to be a pirate, to sail the sea, and throughout the years, his hope in himself may have diminished, but his love for the sea had not. And how dare Captain Rogers spoil such a beauty for him. Yes, he decided in that moment that Captain Rogers was a blight to the sea, a blight to the shimmering paradise of the blue waves.

Captain Rogers was a man who treated the sea like a conquest instead of journey, a beast instead of an adventure. As he made his way to the bar, he found himself lost in thought.

“So where are you from, Jungkook?” Namjoon stopped him outside of a door.

Warmth flooded through the windows of the tavern, golden light growing brighter as the sun sunk lower. What if he never went back? It was a question he asked himself a lot when he was allowed off the ship. And just like a dog, he always came back.

“I’m not sure anymore.” The man shrugged in response. “My home was pillaged, but I was spared and taken in as the cabin boy.” He said vaguely, skipping over the more gruesome parts. “Been on that ship since I was 10.” He gestured to the tall ship in the distance.

“Ah, I see.” Namjoon opened the door and the two men stepped inside. The older man took the lead and sat at the counter where the barkeep was polishing glasses. “One pint of your best stuff, please.” Namjoon ordered. “And it’s this lad’s 18th birthday.” He patted the man’s back. Jungkook almost choked.

“Happy birthday, man!” The barkeep’s smile put him at ease and he realized how warm total strangers could be.

He passed him a beer, free of charge, and Namjoon was passed a drink. The foam sloshed over the rim every now and then.

The room heated up as more people flooded the bar and the night grew darker. Namjoon and Jungkook found themselves having to shout over the crowd. The younger man kept pulling down his sleeves and Namjoon certainly noticed. But the brown haired male wasn’t one to pry. Jungkook seemed to be a very private man and Namjoon could respect that.

“Ah, you’re so lucky, Jungkook.” Namjoon said, a tired tone to his voice. “I moved here a while ago for a job, but now I wish I could just sail around the world with no cares. Like you.” His eyes twinkled in the glow of the bar.

Jungkook felt his heart racing. It was getting dark and the captain was surely looking for him.

“It’s not all great.” He said, prying himself out of his carefully protected shell. Namjoon put him at ease, made him feel safe in a way the captain could never provide.

“Yeah, it must be tough sometimes, but at least you never have to be in one place for too long.” He shrugged in response. He eyed Jungkook’s wrists as the young man once again pulled down his sleeves.

“You should join us, Captain Rogers is always looking for people and he’s strict, but a good person.” Jungkook blurted.

He was fibbing only a bit, but Namjoon fit perfectly into his plan. He could see him as a good first mate. Of course, he wasn’t sure if he could see himself as a captain, but he supposed that all came with due time.

“You’re strong, I can tell.” He continued. “You’d make a great addition.”

The man thought it over, fingers tapping his glass hesitantly. His gaze flickered to the counter and then back to Jungkook. He scratched the back of his neck.

“I’m not sure, Jungkook. It’s hard to just drop everything and leave.”

“But everything would be provided.” except maybe comfort and security. “We leave tomorrow night, so please think about it.”

“I will.” Namjoon stood, paying what he owed.

Then the two men stepped outside the bar. Jungkook took a deep breath in of the night air. It had cooled significantly and there was a slight chill to the air. The clouds had cleared and the sky was splattered with stars, the moon like a white dot in a swirl of inky black.

He needed to head back to the ship and give himself time to prepare for punishment. It was way past when he should be out. He was an adult now, but old habits die hard.

“Jungkook, wait.” Namjoon stopped the man in his tracks.

The hazel eyed man gingerly reached for the young man’s wrist. He held it up and slowly peeled back the long sleeved top. Jungkook wanted to scream, to pull away, to stop him from revealing his scars. Instead, he stood still and squeezed his eyes shut. Then he heard Namjoon inhale sharply. He carefully rolled back up the younger man’s sleeve and let go. Jungkook dropped his wrist.

“Who did that to you?” The man’s voice was soft, like a gentle tide. “Was it Captain Rogers?” Yes.

“No.” He shook his head quickly, his voice suddenly little more than a squeak. “No, Captain Rogers is a good man, he would never hurt me.”

It was a lie, even he knew it. Why was it his gut reaction to defend this man? Maybe because he was his only home, his only family. Captain Rogers was all he’d ever known. Death and pillaging and blood was all he’d ever known. Yet Namjoon, who stood before him, offered him the knowledge of compassion and kindness; maybe even love.

“If you say so.” The older man clearly didn’t believe him.

Namjoon knew he shouldn’t join whatever mess Jungkook was in, he shouldn’t, but it wasn’t like anything was tying him down to Krestleven. A pale man walked by carrying a few fish traps. His low whistle interrupted the static air between the two men. He looked over at the couple, shrugged, and then moved on.

“Please, Captain Rogers will give you the adventure of a lifetime if you join our crew.” Jungkook tried his best to sound confident.

“I’ll think about it. I’ll meet you at the docks tomorrow morning if I choose to join you. Please, just give me some time.” Namjoon sighed.

He saw himself coming to a crossroad in the woods. One path led him to a stable future, perhaps a family, a simple life. The other held adventure and the future was foggier. He deeply inhaled. The scent of salt and fish, the scent of adventure, hit him. He smiled to himself, having already decided his choice. Still, he needed to get his things together and he had a few hours until morning.

“Goodnight, Jungkook. Rest well and don’t get into too much trouble, alright?” Namjoon bid his new friend farewell.

As Jungkook arrived on the ship, he tiptoed past the captain’s office. He had long since learned the creaks in the floorboards and the right places to stop. He cracked open the door to his bunkroom, being very careful as to not make much noise.

He climbed up to his bunk, only to see another body there. The captain grasped his wrist from his bunk bed. Jungkook resisted the urge to scream. The skin Namjoon had just touched, was now being dirtied by the captain’s dirty hands.

And while he took the beatings, for every one he cursed the captain’s name to the gods and swore vengeance for all the sailors thrown overboard.

Namjoon was an early riser. Well, he didn’t like it, per say, but he was a light sleeper. So when the sun woke up, so did he. He didn’t have much practice being on his toes 24/7, but Jungkook did. The younger man helped him throughout the first month get acclimated to the environment. As a result the older man never saw any beatings to himself. Jungkook taught him the safe practices from the beginning, knowing full well that Namjoon had the capabilities of fleeing at the first sign of distress.

It was almost twice as exhausting to pretend everything was alright. To pretend this was the most idyllic crew you could ever encounter. Jungkook often took Namjoon’s punishments, should it ever befall his beloved friend. Jungkook was a bit too self sacrificing. He would die for any of his crew members, except maybe Captain Rogers.

He saw to it that Namjoon would never have a finger laid on him. If the older man knew this, it would surely damage his pride, so he simply never mentioned it.

The black eye? Oh, just a scuffle he had with another crew member, it was an accident. The bruised arm? Oh, he was just clumsy and bumped into something. The busted lip? The limp? The fingerprints on his neck? Accidents. Simple accidents. And while Jungkook faded, Namjoon began to shine.

One night, he was sneaking back to his bunk when he accidentally bumped into a corner right in the new bruise. He couldn’t help hissing out in pain. The bed next to him moved and Namjoon sat up, being a light sleeper. He rubbed his eyes and blinked a couple times. Jungkook froze, caught.

“Uh, this is just a dream, go back to sleep.” Jungkook said quietly.

“I’m not that stupid, kookie. What are you doing awake?” Namjoon swiped at the drool running down his chin.

“It’s nothing.”

Namjoon crawled out of bed and stood, standing taller than his younger counterpart. “Tell me.”

Jungkook looked away, not meeting his gaze. Then, with a sigh, he rolled up his sleeves. Even in the moonlight, Namjoon could see the dark outlines of bruises.

“Who did this to you?” The man demanded, his voice hushed as to not bother the cabin next door.

The ship creaked uneasily, its swaying rhythm not doing much to quell his thumping heart.

“Captain Rogers.” He said quietly, after having an internal battle. Namjoon’s eyes darkened, his lips pressing into a thin line.

“I knew it.” He said after a while. “But why?”

“I didn’t want you to get hurt.”

The pieces were clicking together in his mind, gears turning like a well oiled machine.

“Who told you to take beatings for me?” He said furiously. “I know you don’t want me hurt, but do you think I feel any better watching you sacrifice yourself?” He shook the man’s shoulders, not caring about how he flinched.

“It was the right thing to do.” Jungkook tried to reason.

“No it wasn’t.” He crossed his arms. There was a long pause. Namjoon looked the young boy up and down, making note of every scratch, every bruise. He let out a breath, Jungkook’s head hung low in shame. “Now what are you going to do about it?”

The young man’s head whipped up to look at his friend. “What?” He said breathlessly.

“I said, Now what are you going to do about it?”

Jungkook’s heart thumped loudly in his chest, he worried that the whole ship could hear it. The waves were a dull thud outside, a beat that his chest yearned to sing, only held down by the sharp nails and hard fists of Captain Rogers. The anger simmering below was a volcano just waiting to explode. He wanted that man gone.

“We’re going to stage a mutiny.”

The deck was a battlefield. Even the smell of the sea could not mask the pungent smell of blood on wood. Yet, the sight before him did not bother Jungkook. He had seen blood, smelt it, even tasted it. He’s seen war, he’d seen the merciful and the merciless. And he considered himself merciful as he kicked Captain Rogers deep into the sea.

Namjoon stood beside him, the last two souls on the ship. The ship was haunted with memories and Jungkook was sure every inch of it had been covered by his blood at some point in the last eight years.

“Get some rest, we’ll clean up later.” Jungkook waved off a tired looking Namjoon. “Oh and Namjoon?”

“Yes?” The man turned to look at his new captain.

“You’re going to be my first mate.”

“I’m your only ‘mate’.” The older man chuckled before turning and heading back downstairs.

Jungkook then turned to the mess. He wasn’t the cleanest person, but for some reason he felt the urge to scrub the deck. So he did. He scrubbed away every inch of blood splattered on the light oak wood. It didn’t stop it from being stained a deep cherry red.

He longed for his bunk, but instead he went to the right. And there he stood, paused in front of the oak door that held his worst nightmares. The dark haired man pushed down his anxiety. He’s not going to be in there. You just pushed him off the ship. He’s gone. That’s what his mind said, but his body was shaking. He hesitantly opened the door. Ghosts flew past him.

Memories of nails clawing into a locked wooden door, screams no man should make leaving his throat. He trembled, unable to move. The office was the same as it had been a few hours ago and he intended for it to stay that way. He didn’t want to touch Captain Rogers’ things, the idea repulsed him. He took a deep breath. But a little look can’t hurt right? You’ve seen every inch of this room, why not see if you can find another? Jungkook shut his eyes, thinking it over, before taking a step into the room.

He walked around the desk, keeping the door open. The room smelled like the captain; cigarettes and blood. The tall man flipped through the stacks of papers with the confidence of a mouse in a lion’s den. He was the captain now. He looked up, catching himself in the mirror across the desk. His breath hitched. I am in control now. He thought, trying to calm his stomach. All he could see was a spitting image of Captain Rogers.

Captain Jeon Jungkook was 19, working under the guise of a harmless merchant, when he met a mister Park Jimin.

“My boy here is a strong, hardworking, 21 year old man. He would make a fine addition to your crew.” The pudgy man before him smiled.

Jungkook did a good job at pretending he wasn’t as calloused and cold inside as he really was. He often got these propositions, but he didn’t want to put people in unnecessary danger. Once the cover of being a merchant vessel was blown, everyone on the ship would be criminals.

“I’m Park Jimin, but please just call me Jimin, sir.” The blonde haired boy smiled sweetly.

He would never get used to older people referring to him as sir. The word brought up bad memories. Swallowing the distaste in his mouth, Jungkook pulled his lips into a tight smile. Yes, they could always use a helping hand, but this man looked too sweet to be on a pirate ship. He could always be the cabin boy. He shuddered at the thought. He would never put someone through that.

“Why do you want to join my crew?”

“Adventure, sir.” Jimin responded curtly. Then he paused, thinking it over. There was a mountain of thoughts behind the swirl of his eyes. “And freedom. Being a part of a crew brings you freedom.”

Jungkook knew right then that Jimin would fit in perfectly. They had the same ideals, and though he held himself with a rather timid aura, he still held himself up. Now, technically a cabin boy should be younger than him, but Jungkook could make an exception. He was a pirate for god’s sake, what’s a little bend in the rules? Jimin’s father looked like he wanted to stop his son from speaking when Jungkook started.

“Correction, Park,” He said formally. “A crew does not grant you freedom,” He knew this first hand. His crew had been invisible shackles on his skin. “The sea grants you freedom.”

And Jimin smiled, his eyes crinkling in delight. Jimin reminded him of what he could have been, had he not been taken. Would his parents have supported his choice to sail the sea? Would his parents tell him to get some sea legs and journey half way across the world? There were so many questions regarding his parents, holes that would never be filled. The scariest part was that he could barely remember their faces.

He cleared his throat. “Park Jimin, on behalf of my crew and myself, we would like to formally extend an invitation to join us on our journeys. You can study under me as a cabin boy.” He held out his hand.

Jimin took it in his easily and shook. The hands of Park Jimin were soft, uncalloused. He had obviously never worked a day in his life and he overflowed with a childlike innocence that Jungkook would never have again.

The captain covered his eyes, groaning. Open sea had never felt more claustrophobic. Despite having more than enough space for three of them to wander without bumping into each other, the knowledge that they were around was enough to keep him from relaxing.

His mind had been running since Jimin came aboard. The cabin boy had been more than happy to follow around Namjoon like a puppy. Jungkook blamed it on the fact that the older man did not trust the word of his younger crew member as much as Namjoon. Even if he was the captain.

“What’s wrong, captain?” Namjoon leaned over him, blocking the sun. Jungkook squinted up at his old friend.

“Am I going about this wrong?” He sighed.

“Aish, so hard on yourself all the time, Jungkook.” Namjoon moved over to lie next to him on the deck. The young man shut his eyes instinctively as the sun beat down. “What’s on your mind?”

“I mean, I don’t want to end up like him. What if Jimin ends up being scared of me?” He felt his heart sink at the feeling.

He didn’t even know the man that well, but the thought of becoming anything more like the monster he feared made him nauseous. Namjoon released a breath, as if he were tired of the conversation already.

“Then you have to make sure he isn’t.”

Kim Seokjin had trained to be a carpenter for exactly three years. Three years since he’d been pulled off the streets and into the kind arms of a hardworking man. Three years of grueling work where callouses gathered on his hands and grime covered every inch of his body after a day of work. It wasn’t his passion in the beginning, but it was his passion now. It was all he had. He only prayed someone would come around and give him the opportunity to work for them, to sail around the world.

He often spent his time watching the horizon, watching the waves beat back and forth against the rocks. Then one day he spotted a tall ship coming into view. It was thin, meant for speed. It’s sails were completely unrolled, taking advantage of the wind.

Soon enough, a small rowboat was making its way through the water loaded with goods and two people. One had brown hair, the other had pitch black hair. The one with black hair was clearly the captain. He wore all black right down to his boots.

“Achem, is there a Kim Seokjin, here?” The captain spoke.

“I am Kim Seokjin.” Jin squared his shoulders. The captain lit up at this revelation.

“Ah! We’ve been looking for a good boatswain.”

The older man deadpanned. “Sir, I am a carpenter, not a boatswain.”

“You can be both, I won’t tell.” Jungkook pushed his best smile forward, despite how little emotion he felt inside. In fact, the only emotion Jungkook felt lately was blind rage and he really needed a better outlet than ranting to Namjoon for hours.

Jin watched the man with eyes narrowing in suspicion. He clasped his hands together, still unconvinced.

“I suppose you’ll have to look somewhere else.” He tutted, turning to head back up the gravel path to the workshop.

“We can pay you!” The handsome captain called. “We can pay you a lot, but you just have to hang in there.”

Jin scoffed, shaking his head. “I don’t look for money. I just want something new.”

“That’s it?” Jungkook raised an eyebrow.

The Captain was growing restless. His crew was content with sailing around pretending to be merchants. We are merchants, Namjoon would say. But Jungkook had only ever known blood and violence. He felt trapped trying to hide that part of him; the anger he feared would never be sated.

“Seokjin, you ask the simplest of things from a guy like me.” Jungkook said slyly, his demeanor doing a 180.

Though Jungkook cared about his crew far more than Captain Rogers and he would never lay a hand on them, he still wondered if he learned cruelty from the Captain or if it was in his blood. It was unfair how the ghost of Captain Rogers still haunted him.

“You can sail the world with us, just trust me, it won’t be so bad.” He smiled. Jin frowned.

“What could you possibly offer me, merchant?” He eyed the man. The captain was definitely more than a simple merchant. Even Jin could understand that. The older man was having trouble decoding the captain’s true intentions.

“I’m Jungkook. This is my first mate Namjoon.” The captain, Jungkook, introduced. “We have a cabin boy named Jimin back on the ship. We could really use someone like you on our journey.”

Jin sighed and shook his head. “No thank you.”

“Are you sure?” The old carpenter was like a father to Jin. He placed his weathered hand over his apprentice’s.

“I don’t think that life is cut out for me.” The apprentice shrugged in response. “They want a boatswain, not a carpenter.”

“They can be one in the same. Trust me, I know that, boy.” He chuckled, then coughed harshly. Jin furrowed his eyebrows in worry.

“Are you alright, Chung-ho?” He squeezed the old man’s hand.

“Jin, my boy,” Chung-ho coughed again and swallowed. “I am 80 years old. I have lived 50 of those years here, in the same place. The one thing I regret is not following my dream of adventure. I would not wish the same fate to befall you. Take your chance while you can.” The old man often had a youthful attitude, making him forget about his age.

It was moments like these, sitting in his humble abode listening to the creak of the wood, and looking into his aged eyes did he realize how old Chung-ho was growing. But out of all the things he’d seen, this was the first time he saw regret and pain flash across the old man’s face.

“Go.” The man shooed him out the door, handing him a small bag of goods. “Now I won’t have someone to talk my ear off in the morning.” He joked, but Jin knew it held sadness.

Jin softened, letting his lips tug into a smile. Then he drew the sturdy old man into a hug.

“Take care of yourself, I’ll visit you soon.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, lad. Now hurry on.” He chuckled as Jin made his way down the path.

Jungkook and Namjoon waited at the bottom, Jungkook pacing impatiently. They were murmuring back and forth.

“I guess we should get going, Captain.” Jin’s lips parted into a bright smile to mask the tug of his heart at leaving Chung-ho. Three years of living with the old man did something to you.

Jungkook’s face split into a smile that reminded Jin of a bunny. His face looked oddly innocent, but there was something dead behind his eyes.

“I’m going to give it to you straight.” Jungkook clasped his hands together on the table.

Jin had made lunch and being the oldest, he fell into a motherly parental figure role quite easily. He filled a small gap that Jungkook was missing. It put him at ease.

“I want to go back to pirating.” He said, letting his words sink in.

Namjoon was the first to speak, hesitation in his voice. “Are you sure?”

Namjoon and Jungkook had been through a lot together. There were just some things that they didn’t talk about with the others. The things they went through they always explained away vaguely, never going into detail about how they procured the ship or where the other crew went. Jin let his spoon clatter to the floor loudly. The others turned to look at him.

“You want to be pirates? Aish, you kids don’t know what you’re getting yourselves into.” He had this hardened gaze as if he remembered something.

“I know all too well. That’s the thing, pirating is all I’ve ever known and I will never be happy until I can go back to it.” Jungkook tried to reason.

“Have you tried cooking? Or maybe sewing? I’ve heard knitting is gaining popularity.” Jin rambled before frowning. “Pirating ruins lives, it ruined my life.”

There was a long pause. Everyone stared at each other. The captain swallowed thickly and looked away from the intensity of Jin’s gaze.

“Then you can make your life again.” Namjoon said, breaking the silence. “If you become a pirate, wouldn’t that be like a bit of vengeance?”

“I don’t sail for vengeance.” Jin sighed. “Chung-ho would never have liked me to go around terrorizing people.”

“Then don’t.” Jungkook stood and leveled with Jin. “You can just stay on the ship. I don’t mind.”

The older man thought it over, still uncomfortable with becoming someone who he disliked. He tapped his foot nervously. Then, he released a deep breath.

“Fine. Have it your way.” The words lacked the punch. Instead, he just sounded really tired.

“Well, Jimin, it appears you’re officially a wanted man.” Jungkook slapped a yellowed piece of paper in front of the cabin boy. The man picked it up, crinkling his nose as he spotted his face plastered on the paper.

“I didn’t think anyone would care.” Jimin said quietly.

“They think we’ve kidnapped you.” The captain scoffed.

“They aren’t in the wrong for thinking that.” Namjoon crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair.

“Fine. Jimin, you need to stay low. You are not to leave the boat for the next few months so get comfortable.” He ordered. The blonde haired boy nodded at the command.

The captain was quite honestly worried for his crewmate, but he often reminded himself that Jimin was a grown man, older than himself. Jungkook then motioned to Namjoon and Jin.

“Namjoon, head out with Jin to get the supplies. I’ll stay with Jimin.”

The other men nodded and went to get the rowboat ready. Jimin stayed silent, staring at the wall just behind Jungkook. The captain shifted awkwardly in his seat.

“Are you alright? It’s not everyday that you become a wanted man.” Jungkook tried his best to reach out to the timid man. Jimin jumped, seemingly having forgotten that he was still there.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” Jimin blinked a couple times.

“I asked if you were alright?” Jungkook wasn’t one to be emotional, besides perhaps anger.

He had a hard time connecting to others, which was why he left that job to Namjoon, the first mate. Sadly, that resulted in Jungkook feeling like a stranger on his own ship and Namjoon had a deeper bond to the others than he would ever have.

“I’m fine. I’ve been through worse and at least I have you guys now.” Jimin smiled shyly. Jungkook nodded and they fell into silence once more.

The captain clenched his fingers and unclenched them over and over in an attempt to loosen his nerves. This man was his crewmate, why was he so nervous?

“Are you afraid of me, Jimin?”

The older man looked startled at the question, yet he still shook his head. “No, I don’t think I can be. You’re younger than me and you’ve probably been through a lot. I respect you for how far you’ve come in so little time.”

Jungkook felt something inside him break open, just slightly. The crew was beginning to peel away at the chest he kept locked inside. Its contents were not ones that he wanted people to see. Inside was a small boy who used anger to keep himself trapped, to keep himself safe. And he longed to be angry at someone, anyone, but the crew was making it increasingly hard.

“Why are you so nice to me? I don’t treat you well.”

“Yes you do. You think I don’t know how other captains treat their cabin boys?” Jimin raised an eyebrow. “You just let me do whatever I want and I worry that I’m not doing enough.”

“I was a cabin boy.” He said vaguely.

He didn’t want to unlock that whole other side of himself all over again; not after he spent the last year keeping it locked shut so he would never have to think about it again. But at night...at night he got nightmares. And insomnia swept him up in its arms until he couldn’t breathe.

“Really? What was that like?”

Jungkook ignored the man’s question. “That’s not important. I just wanted to make sure you know...you have no reason to be so timid around me.”

Jimin’s face was blank for a moment, but then he started smiling. A small laugh left him.

“I’m just like that with everyone, captain, no need to feel insecure.” He teased and Jungkook glared at the cabin boy.

Namjoon wasn’t one to be impulsive, but just this once he was. He was looking around the market when he heard a loud shout and clang from somewhere nearby. The man was curious, as one should be, and he walked towards the area where people were fleeing.

“I’ll shoot your brains out right now if you say one more word.” The low rumble of a man echoed off the cobblestones.

Namjoon froze, taking in the scene before him. He really shouldn’t get himself in more trouble than necessary considering he was a wanted criminal now.

“Listen man, I wasn’t trying to steal from you.” A dark haired man lay on the ground, a gun to his head.

“Then why did you have your hand in my pocket?!” The man growled. The dark haired man laughed and pushed the gun off his forehead.

“A simple misunderstanding?” The other man smirked.

He then proceeded to kick out the legs of the man holding the gun. The gun flew across the pavement and the dark haired man easily picked it up. He pointed it at the other man and, without even flinching, shot him in the forehead. It was a clean shot, the man was dead in an instant. The dark haired man pocketed the gun and looked up. The only person left at the scene was Namjoon.

“You want to pick a fight too?” The man furrowed his eyebrows, hand going to his pocket.

“Actually, I was wondering if you want to grab a drink.” Namjoon smiled. “I hear that if you say it’s your birthday, you’ll get a free pint.”

Kim Taehyung was an easy addition to the crew. His aim was impeccable, but his personality was something else. He had this way of changing his mood like changing clothes. The man never revealed too much information about himself, like how he learned to wield a gun so well or why he was on the run, but the captain knew it had something to do with the royal navy. In many aspects, he was like the captain. He hid many parts of himself.

“Taehyung,” Jungkook leaned against the wall, watching the older man shiver after having just walked the plank. “Do you like the sea?”

“I wouldn’t be sailing around with you if I didn’t.” Said man smiled a little. He used a towel to dry off his hair. The sea brought him pain, but he knew he needed to begin healing.

“I’ve got this grand idea to visit the queen and steal some of her fine jewelry.” Jungkook said nonchalantly. “What do you think?” He tried to nudge the man to open up to him. Which was rather hypocritical as Jungkook was not one to open up to his crew.

“Oh?” At the mention of her highness, Taehyung stiffened.

In his mind he remembered holding up his right hand and pledging his allegiance to her majesty. He remembered the smile she wore as she wished them a safe journey. A journey he would not return from. Words he could never take back. Taehyung was a man of his word and that oath still hung in his mind like an old sweater.

“Taehyung.” Jungkook stood straighter, causing the gunner to do the same. “You’re an excellent shot. Why did you leave the navy?”

The man frowned, his entire demeanor changing. Tension buzzed in the air. The pain from somewhere in his chest gave a tug once more. Taehyung swallowed thickly and finally backed down. He turned to fold the towel and put it away.

“It was more about conquest and less about adventure. The sailors simply didn’t care for the waters they skidded across.” He spoke softly, as if remembering a distant memory.

He was thinking of the orange sunset, the calloused hands, the hushed words spoken at night that he could tell no one. He thought of the sailor who died in his arms. The sailor who was set adrift to become one with the sea. The sailor who taught him all he knew and loved him. It was like a separate part of him that he had hidden away.

“And I lost someone who meant a lot to me. I couldn’t go near the sea again without thinking of him-them.” He cleared his throat. “It took some time, but I think I’ve healed enough to love the sea once more.”

Jungkook let the pieces click into place. And like a lightbulb, his eyes lit up in recognition. He hesitantly reached out and took Taehyung’s hand in his. The brush of skin on skin caused him to wince slightly in discomfort.

“Taehyung, I don’t care about who you are or who you love.” He said quietly. “BTS is happy to have you. All of you.”

Tha captain sucked in a breath, ready for the inevitable nausea as he hugged him, the tears began to wet his face.

The sky was gray. He wasn’t even allowed to see the sun the day his eyes went dark. It was like a cruel trick that he must undergo. The softest of hands touched Taehyung’s rough ones.

“Why did you let this happen? You saw the person aiming at me and yet you did nothing. Are you a coward?” The words slipped out of the mouth of his dead lover like gasoline. And suddenly his world was ablaze.

Taehyung jolted awake, heaving himself up from his bed and tumbling out into the hallway. It was gray, the color bringing a foul taste to his mouth. He made his way out to the deck, still in a hazy stupor. There was a salty tinge to the wind. The sea was restless today, it’s waves tinged a gray.

Gray like his lover’s eyes. Gray like his uniform, gray like his hair. The pounding of the sea rocked the ship back and forth. To his surprise, he found his captain laying on the deck, arms and legs splayed out and just staring at the sky.

“Captain? Are you alright?”

“Taehyung? Ah, you’re awake so early.” Jungkook sat up and crossed his legs. He tilted his head back and let the wind ruffle through his hair.

“What are you doing up so early?” He countered, plopping next to him.

“I haven’t been able to sleep in years, Tae.” The nickname slipped out easily. Taehyung pressed his lips into a line. The last time he heard that was when he lost him.

“Me neither. Being a deserter doesn’t stir pity.” Taehyung responded coldly, eyes glued to the rough sea. Jungkook didn’t make a fuss about this new information. He simply nodded and looked up to the sky.

“So how did you become captain?” The gunner asked, seeing if he could pry open any piece of the mysterious captain’s life. The man stiffened noticeably, gaze flickering between Taehyung and the deck.

“Hey, what’s that?” A new voice joined the mix.

They both turned to see Jimin pointing out into the sea. Jungkook immediately stood, eyes narrowing as he spotted the object in the distance. Another ship was headed full speed towards them. It would be a matter of minutes before they were next to each other.

Jungkook cursed and pulled on a coat. He gestured to Taehyung. “You, go grab your guns and you,” He pointed at Jimin. “Go wake up the others and tell them to bring weapons.” He turned towards the railing, his fingers clutching the sides. “We have guests.”

Hoseok loved his ship. He would never imagine leaving it and his crew were never the kindest people. Still, he did feel bad about running off with the ship and leaving them stranded. Being lost in his own thoughts was a common occurrence. He often hummed or sometimes spoke.

“Okay, Hoseok. There’s another ship over there, all you need to do is sidle right on up and ask to join the crew!” A few weeks of living alone really had done something to his drive for human companionship.

Maybe he should have paid more attention to the local papers when he was in Krestleven because then he would have heard about the rogue pirate crew known as BTS and how one of their men shot and killed someone point blank, another got drunk off his ass and started a fight, and another had an insatiable thirst for blood. Maybe that would have deterred him. Maybe. He was still very much deprived.

What he hadn’t expected when he arrived, was ropes thrown over the deck and a gun pointed to his head. The man felt sweat gathering on his forehead.

“Who are you and why have you approached our vessel?” The man said, his voice low.

“Taehyung, it’s all clear below deck. It seems that this guy’s the only one on board.” A timid voice echoed from below deck. Then the head the voice belonged to popped out into the doorway. He had blonde hair and a cheeky smile.

“See, I told you.” Hoseok said wearily. “I just wanted to say that I need a crew and I would be honored if you let me on yours.”

“Do you even know who we are?” The captain spoke, motioning for Taehyung to lower his gun. The man obliged, if a bit hesitant.

“No? Should I?” Hoseok smiled sheepishly.

“Do you know BTS?” The broad shouldered man said.

Oh. Oh no. Hoseok had definitely chosen the wrong ship to approach. The wind combed through his hair and they were at a stand still.

“Well, I still need a crew. Do you guys have a pilot?”

“No, Jin has been doing that so far.” The captain quirked his head towards the broad shouldered man.

“And I’m doing a fine job!” Jin shouted, facing growing red.

“You almost crashed us into the rocks. Twice.” Taehyung growled. The man was silent after that.

“See! I’m a trained pilot, I can do it!” Hoseok said hurriedly, an excited expression taking over his face.

“We’ll see about that.” The captain said darkly. “I’ll give you one week to prove yourself and if you cause any issues, I won’t hesitate to drop you. You mean nothing to this crew until you earn it, got it?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And don’t call me sir.” The captain visibly bristled. “Just call me Captain.”

Hoseok was far too energetic for this early in the morning. Jungkook felt his eye twitch as he bounced around, talking excitedly from person to person. Only Jin seemed to humor him while Namjoon just frowned. Jimin tried his best, but even the slightest bit of annoyance came from the man. Taehyung remained silent as Hoseok pestered him. Therefore, that left Jungkook having to entertain the man.

“Why are you so hyper so early in the morning.” Jungkook glared at the older man, but that did little to dampen his shine.

“Well, I haven’t seen or spoken to anyone in about a month!” Hoseok said, far too cheerily. His smile seemed a little strained.

“Right…” Jungkook just laid his head back down on the table. “Go steer the ship, Pilot. We’re stopping at Lamit today. It’s a small fishing town off the coast of the british isles.”

“Alright!” He then hopped off to steer the ship and Jungkook was suddenly afraid that this man was now in charge of their lives.

For some reason, Jimin had been very taken with this energetic personality, though he didn’t seem pleased in the morning. The cabin boy trailed after the pilot like a puppy.

“Namjoon.” The captain barked hoarsely, his voice still waking up. “Go make sure they’re doing their jobs.”

The first mate just nodded and left to follow after them, shouting something about staying on task. Jungkook groaned and rubbed his temples, but even if his crew gave him a headache in the morning, they were still his responsibility and he wouldn’t give them up for the world.

Yoongi wanted adventure. He craved it. He was restless, always drawn to the water that seemed to understand him better than any person. The ever changing tide and choppy waters spoke to him. The man was short of stature, yet he held himself with pride.

He fished, he delivered, he traveled every now and then, but he never had any adventure. Most who met the man would not describe him as a risky thrill seeker, but he was so much more than that. His insides felt like a whirlpool, churning water, and shimmering gold.

When the ship came into view at the small town of Lamit, he needed to take his chance. He was well versed in other cultures from his travels as a fisherman and he was knowledgeable on the sea’s creatures. He could pass off as a striker well enough.

But Yoongi wasn’t stupid, he knew that the ship belonged to BTS. He kept up with the papers enough to know they had maybe six members and none of them seemed like a striker. It may have been the riskiest decision he had ever made, but he still ran towards the ship as the captain stepped off.

The man seemed to instantly know what he was going to say and just sighed heavily.

“No.” The captain stated. Yoongi was taken aback. This man was quite a bit younger than him and yet...yet he had knocked him out of place with just one word.

“I just wanted to-”

“No. We don’t have the need for another crew member.”

“Yoongi?!” The shrill voice of another man hit him. The pale man winced, recognizing the voice instantly.

“Hoseok, I didn’t know you were the sixth member.” Yoongi stated coolly as he tried to regain his footing in the conversation.

He knew Hoseok from the few times he’d gone to Krestleven. They had interacted a couple times and while Yoongi found Hoseok exhausting, Hoseok enjoyed his company far too much.

“Fine, what can you do… Yoongi?” The captain looked him over, cold gaze flashing over his features.

“I can be a fine striker, sir.” Yoongi said, placing his hands behind his back.

“Yes! Yoongi is very knowledgeable. He knows all about fish and crust-crust-”

“Crustaceans.”

“Yes! Those!” Hoseok tugged on the captain’s coat like a child.

The captain sighed, prying Hoseok’s fingers off his coat with a look of disgust. “Watch it, you’re still on trial.”

Hoseok backed away quickly, but they both knew the captain wouldn’t get rid of him. Then the captain turned back to Yoongi.

“I’ll put you on a trial period that is only over when I say so.” The captain’s nostrils flared. “You want adventure, you want the sea? Then you’ve come to the right place. If you want to settle down and litter the ocean with your shit, you’re in the wrong place.”

“I love the ocean.” He said earnestly. “I can’t live so far from it all the time. I need to be near it.” yoongi said desperately. “So please, let me join your crew.”

Dignity be damned, he was going to be a pirate.

It was the night before their biggest heist yet. Namjoon settled into the bunk across from his captain. The two hadn’t spoken specifically on the subject, but it was agreed that they were more comfortable in each other’s presence at the end of the day.

The exhausted captain flung himself into his bed, landing with a loud thump and an oomph. The first mate rolled over as the captain blew out the candle. It was quiet, but he knew the younger man was looking at him.

“What’s wrong, Namjoon?” Jungkook sighed after a moment.

The truth? Namjoon was insecure. Putting his faith into six other men was a huge stretch after only being able to trust Jungkook for a year. The man was also supposed to be a role model for the crew, after all, Jungkook felt like a crazed captain sometimes. And when those times came, people looked to him to lead. Trust was so tricky.

“Can we trust these men?” Namjoon frowned, thinking about the meal from earlier that night. Jin had made a recipe and named it his ‘secret recipe’, but it just made everyone waste the water supply by drinking gallons trying to cool the heat.

“Of course.” Jungkook pulled the covers up to his chin, fingers peeking out.

“How do you know?”

“It’s this gut feeling.” He responded simply.

“We can’t keep working off your gut feelings, Kookie.” Namjoon let out a breath and turned away.

“I know.” The captain said quietly to the other man’s back. “But I would gladly die for these men. I can feel it in my bones.”

The haunting tone of his voice reminded the first mate of the night before the mutiny. The night before everything changed. It made him shiver, but he trusted his captain. He had to learn to trust the others too.

Jungkook gripped the side, his crew watching his back. He laughed a little, letting the breeze carry his voice as far as it could. He overlooked the british mainland’s harbor. A mess of smoke and cobblestone laid out before him.

“Men, we’re about to be…” He gritted his teeth and whipped around to face his crew. “Notorious.”

Namjoon straightened, chest puffing out with pride as he watched his old friend lead so confidently. Jimin shivered as the wind bit at his hands and cheeks. Taehyung was lazily spinning his guns in his hands. Jin had his arms crossed, foot tapping anxiously against the planks.

Hoseok had the biggest grin on his face and Jungkook couldn’t even be annoyed anymore. Yoongi remained silent, stoically staring ahead. He had yet to say a single word to many members and the longest conversation he’d had with him was the day he met him a year ago. Still, this was a fine crew. His crew. And Jungkook would die for his crew, which surprised him as he had never thought that way before.

Perhaps his heart was swelling with an unknown emotion towards the men that barged into his life unannounced. Yet, he didn’t really mind.

“Let’s be strong and stick together. Have each other’s backs. By the end of the night, we should be as rich as kings and just as known.” Jungkook grinned, the adrenaline already pounding in his ears.

“Do you hear me, men?” He stomped his boot harshly against the planks to gain their attention.

They all straightened out and chorused the words he had long awaited to hear.

“Yes, captain!”

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glassheartcd · 7 years ago

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Holy shit this is really long

CHARACTER LAYERS ;;

tagged by: @porcelainghosts (thanks beb)

tagging: @sukkubxs, @malcapo, @verfolgxr, @mitsuisms, @edencursed

Ryoto Mori

LAYER ONE: THE OUTSIDE.

name: Ryoto Mori eye color: Red hair style/color: Black / Straight / Short height: 5′9′’ / 175 cm clothing style: Tends to favor casual clothing, can typically be found in darker color tones as well. Though he switches it up every now and then. best physical feature: People have told him his eyes are rather attractive. They hold a distinct look of focus within them.

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE.

fears: losing Rio or Noelle, screwing up on a contract, failure, not being strong enough to protect what he cares about. guilty pleasure: Watching a lot of old school anime. He deeply enjoys something like Fooly Cooly biggest pet peeve: He absolutely despises pretentious people. ambitions for the future: He kind of wants to retire from the assassin business. Honestly, it wasn’t his first choice of profession, but he joined because Rio did. He might just run a tech shop if he could, that or go into teaching computer science.

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS.

first thoughts upon waking up: He usually considers going right back to bed, but gets up and gets ready. Then he’s probably thinking about how he’s going to modify his drones to be more effective at gathering intel. what you think about most: He thinks a lot about his sister, if she’s safe and if she’s doing well. If it’s not her, he’s thinking about Noey all the time. Mostly because he’s confused on where they both stand. what you think about before bed: What he’s going to do the next day, if he should go to sleep at all and just pull an all nighter, and usually about whatever he’s done with Noey. That or he thinks about how he can at least try to help her. what your best quality is: He thinks it’s that he’s pretty good at deciphering things. His intelligence is one of his prides, though he doesn’t try to be pretentious about it.

WHAT’S BETTER?

single or group dates: Single dates. He prefers one on one time and doesn’t like hanging around too many people at a given time. to be loved or respected: He would rather be respected, but love is pretty nice as well. beauty or brains: Brains dogs or cats: Dogs

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU…

lie: Regularly. Though it’s mostly about the aspects of his job to those who don’t work in the business. believe in yourself: Yeah, he’s smart and he knows it. Hence why insults to his intelligence angers him. believe in love: Not at first, but he kind of does now. want someone: He’s got her, kind of.

LAYER SIX: EVER BEEN…

been on stage: no done drugs: no changed who you were to fit in: Not really.

LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES.

favorite color: Black or Red favorite animal: He has a thing for Shiba Inus. favorite movie: Absolutely enjoys watching mystery movies favorite game: Turn Based or Real Time Strategy. He’s logged far too many hours in Starcraft 2

LAYER EIGHT: AGE.

day your next birthday will be: June 21 how old will you be: 24 does age matter: Yeah, he won’t date anyone below nineteen for the simple reason that it makes him uncomfy or if they’re older than five years than him.

LAYER NINE: IN A PERSON.

best personality:People who are strong and show that they care about those important to them. best eye color: Noey’s. Brown best hair color: Doesn’t really matter best thing to do with a partner: Playing video games.

LAYER TEN: FINISH THE SENTENCE.

i love: Noelle, let’s be real, he doesn’t care what happens to him, if she’s at risk, then he’ll gladly die for her or at least take hits for her. i feel: Tired as hell i hide: My job i miss: My old sword. i wish: I could have a normal life.

Shuya Miyazaki

LAYER ONE: THE OUTSIDE.

name: Shuya Miyazaki eye color: Brown/Silver hair style/color: Black / Straight / Short height: 5′9′’ / 175 cm clothing style: He likes wearing a lot of business casual clothing, that or he goes for the goth aesthetic best physical feature: People have told him he’s very easy on the eyes.

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE.

fears: Losing Kimi guilty pleasure: He plays Slime Rancher a lot, and owns like three of the plushies from that series. biggest pet peeve: He absolutely despises people who don’t stop looking over his shoulder while he’s drawing. ambitions for the future: He wants to get his first manga published, though for that, he’s gotta make it first.

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS.

first thoughts upon waking up: He usually thinks about what he’s going to do in class. Then he’s thinking about the story of his manga. After that, he’s usually thinking about Kimi. what you think about most: Shuya is usually thinking about how he can improve on his art and make sure he doesn’t become stagnant. what you think about before bed: He’s usually thinking of Kimi. what your best quality is: He’s a damn good artist and he’s got a good ear for listening to people.

WHAT’S BETTER?

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU…

lie: No, this is part of the reason why he’s so abrasive. He’s brutally honest most of the time. believe in yourself: Hell yeah he does. He’s got a spirit bound to him and can make a damn good piece of art. believe in love: He does. want someone: He’s currently dating a snarky blue haired girl known as Kimi.

LAYER SIX: EVER BEEN…

been on stage: Yes done drugs: no changed who you were to fit in: Hell no.

LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES.

favorite color: Black, Green or Purple favorite animal: Cats favorite movie: Absolutely enjoys watching horror movies favorite game: Shin Megami Tensei: Strange Journey

LAYER EIGHT: AGE.

day your next birthday will be: October 31 how old will you be: 21 does age matter: Kind of. He won’t date anyone younger than eighteen.

LAYER NINE: IN A PERSON.

best personality:People who are strong and show that they care about those important to them. best eye color: Gray best hair color: Doesn’t really matter best thing to do with a partner: Sit around and just shoot the breeze.

LAYER TEN: FINISH THE SENTENCE.

i love: Kimi, his girlfriend, his cat Midori and his parents. i feel: Great i hide: Cato i miss: My old sketchbook. i wish: I could have bubble tea.

Zachary Taylor

LAYER ONE: THE OUTSIDE.

name: Alistair Lecroix/ “Zachary Taylor” eye color: Brown/Silver hair style/color: Black / Straight / Shoulder length height: 6′1′’ / 185 cm clothing style: He likes wearing a lot of business or formal clothings. That being said, he also has a preference for long coats, boots and dress shirts. Genrrally, he goes for a more modern version of his older outfit. best physical feature: People have told him he’s very easy on the eyes. Though his eyes are beautiful to look at in the low light settings.

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE.

fears: Losing Eun-Ji, falling back into his old habits, not being able to die. guilty pleasure: He watches a lot of cooking shows. biggest pet peeve: People who wish for immortality because they’re afraid of death. ambitions for the future: He hopes that he’ll be allowed to pass on, and perhaps be reincarnated.

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS.

first thoughts upon waking up: Nine times out of ten, it’s about Eun-Ji and how beautiful she is. Then he thinks about what he’ll make for breakfast. After that, he’s mostly thinking about what to do. what you think about most: Either Eun-Ji or his long life. what you think about before bed: How lucky he was to find someone like Eun-Ji who doesn’t judge him for what he did. what your best quality is: Zachary is a master at reading people. Not to mention his supernatural ability is unique to him.

WHAT’S BETTER?

single or group dates: Single dates. He likes spoiling his partner, that or teasing them while in public. to be loved or respected: He would rather be respected, but love is pretty nice as well. beauty or brains: Brains dogs or cats: Dogs

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU…

lie: Yes, regularly, at least to those who aren’t friends with him. believe in yourself: He didn’t at first, but having someone like Ji helped him gain faith in himself. believe in love: He does. want someone: Eun-Ji, all the time.

LAYER SIX: EVER BEEN…

been on stage: Yes done drugs: Once changed who you were to fit in: Never have, never will

LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES.

favorite color: Black, Blue or Brown favorite animal: Lizards favorite movie: He enjoys psychological thrillers favorite game: Final Fantasy

LAYER EIGHT: AGE.

day your next birthday will be: August 14 how old will you be: 4,360 does age matter: As long as they’re above twenty, he’s fine.

LAYER NINE: IN A PERSON.

best personality:People who are compassionate and those who want to help others succeed. best eye color: Blue or Brown best hair color: Doesn’t really matter best thing to do with a partner: Sit around and just shoot the breeze.

LAYER TEN: FINISH THE SENTENCE.

i love: Eun-Ji i feel: Great i hide: What I am. i miss: My mother i wish: I could live happily with Eun-Ji

#long post #m;Zachary #m;Ryoto #m;Shuya

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draconicshinx · 7 years ago

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No More Dreaming

Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia AU where Ochako is quirkless/gets One For All No ships, rated T (for canon typical violence) Chapter 1 here

Chapter 2

Yagi Toshinori does his best not to dwell on mistakes. He has the sort of personality that would become obsessive about them if he allowed himself to, focusing on nothing else. Today, though, his problem is trying to decide which mistake is the worst.

His first may have simply been not catching the slime villain faster. Some part of him knows he did his best, but he can’t help analyzing every step he took, wondering if there was a quicker way. If he had caught the villain sooner, he wouldn’t have run into that girl—what was her name? Had she even said it? He can’t remember now.

If he hadn’t run into her, she wouldn’t have seen his true form or asked him about being a hero. That is probably his worst mistake, that conversation. He’d tried to warn her away from hero work, since she doesn’t have a quirk, but it’s hard to tell what teenagers are thinking. It had the opposite effect, seeming only to solidify her resolve. What could he have said to change things? How could he approach it differently?

And does he really have any right, given that he was once quirkless, too?

Of course, he has the key to fulfilling her dream in his DNA, but that’s reckless, offering One For All to a child whose name he doesn’t even know. Still, something about her, the look in her eyes when she defiantly told him she wouldn’t give up, made him pause.

If I see her again, he thinks, then perhaps it really is meant to be. He can’t deny who she reminds him of.

The most pressing mistake, though, is his empty pockets. Somewhere along the way, the bottles he’d used to contain the slime villain had fallen out of them. He was somewhere between here and that overpass, and where was anyone’s guess. Granted, that billow of smoke gave Toshinori a pretty good idea.

He ran towards the smoke as fast as he dared, cursing his slow limbs but knowing he’d regret it if he pushed himself more. It feels like it takes far too long to reach the scene of the attack, and part of him is horrified at the fact it’s taking so long for the other pros to deal with.

He sees why when he gets there. It’s not just the slime villain—fire has sprung up all around the villain’s viscous form, and why is soon obvious. A gout of flame breaks bursts out of him, only to quickly be covered again once the flame has subsided.

He’s trapped a middle school student with a fire quirk, he hears bystanders say. No one on the scene has a quirk suitable for fighting the slime villain and resisting the fire. They just have to wait and hope the kid can hold out.

Toshinori clenches his fists. He wasted time, and now there’s nothing he can do. Nothing at all.

There’s a small commotion as someone pushes to the front of the crowd, and Toshinori looks up when they break through, to shouts of alarm from the bystanders. He sees a familiar girl with chin length brown hair running forward full tilt, dodging flames as heroes tell her to stop. His eyes widen.

—-

Ochako doesn’t stop until she reaches the source of the smoke. There’s a blaze bigger than she expected—especially when she sees the culprit is the same villain All Might had saved her from, this time with a new victim. The flames are coming from the victim himself, and after seeing a shock of white-blond hair and angry red eyes, she knows exactly who it is. Bakugou.

A small part of her is kind of glad to see her tormentor tormented himself, but she’s not proud of that part. The rest of her is horrified, remembering too vividly what it felt like to be surrounded by the slime, choked and dying. She looks around desperately, trying to find a hero who can help Bakugou, but they’re all standing back. It takes her a few moments to realize none of them have quirks to fight the slime villain and the fire. They’re all waiting, monitoring the situation until someone better arrives. But who would be coming? All Might?

She clenches her fists at her sides. No, All Might is definitely not coming, not from how he looked last time she saw him.

A huge burst of flame shoots out of the slime villain, and the accompanying cry is a mix of rage and fear. She’s never heard Bakugou scared before, but it’s enough to chill her spine. It sets her legs moving.

She shoves roughly past the bystanders in front of her, not wasting the breath to apologize. Once she breaks through, she runs as fast as her legs will allow her. She ignores the shouts of heroes who aren’t doing anything anyway and avoids the worst of the fires started until, finally, the slime villain looms ahead of her.

He doesn’t notice her, which works well for her. She finds what she needs, a large enough chunk of debris that she stands beside, and then swings off her backpack, hurling it in the direction of the villain.

It catches him head on, but barely phases him. That’s fine, it was just a distraction anyway. She races up the chunk of debris, leaping at its highest point and landing in the slime. She tries not to grimace from the feeling of her feet sinking into it and instead focuses on her target, an angry eye that turns on her. She pulls her fist back and puts all of her strength into punching it, straight on.

The slime villain howls, and she feels vindicated knowing that her guess was right and eyes are always weak points. What she isn’t expecting is a sudden and huge explosion underneath her, sending her flying back and rolling through the rubble.

Dizzily, she looks up and sees Kamui Woods pulling Bakugou to safety. She must have distracted the slime villain long enough to give him a chance to blast himself out.

“YOU BRAT!” Ochako can’t stop herself from crying out when slime suddenly descends upon her, crushing her into the pavement. It rushes into her mouth and nose, cutting off the sound instantly as she struggles to breathe. “You RUINED it, my chance of escape with an invisibility cloak with a perfect quirk! I’ll crush you into the ground, I’ll KILL you!”

She can’t make a sound, can barely struggle this time as the slime villain seems to exert even more force on her than before. She claws at the slime, but to no avail. And this time, there’s no help coming. No one here has the right quirk. She really is going to die this time.

Just as that thought crosses her mind, a hand grabs her arm. The slime villain practically explodes off of her, blasted back by a familiar burst of wind. She looks up, half dazed, to see All Might. Not his gaunt self, but the one she’s used to, huge and smiling broadly.

“I was wrong, I think,” he says, to her surprise. “You’ve reminded me of something important. Every hero leaps into the fray in the defense of others, regardless of their own strength. That is a true hero.” He helps her to her feet. She feels a bit shaky, but other than a few scrapes, she’s not bad off. Her mind whirls as it tries to wrap around his… apology?

“May I ask your name?” All Might asks.

Ochako blinks, but she answers. “Ochako. Uraraka Ochako.” Around her, it suddenly starts to rain.

—-

Ochako spends a good portion of the evening getting chewed out by heroes. She does understand their point of view. After all, they’d felt helpless, and if she’d died, it would have been on their conscience. Still, it’s a bitter pill to swallow when she can hear Bakugou getting heaped with praise and promises of sidekick jobs in the future. She clenches her fists and tries to look properly apologetic.

She doesn’t try to speak to All Might. He’s being interviewed anyway, and frankly, she feels embarrassed. She had to be saved by him twice in the same day, from the same villain. It doesn’t exactly bolster her confidence in herself, whatever “apology” he had made to her. Instead, she heads home. Her parents are probably worried sick, especially if she actually made it on TV.

She isn’t far from her family’s apartment building when she hears a yell from behind her.

“Urabaka!”

She winces at the name and the familiar voice, but it sounds more tired than usual. She turns to see Bakugou chasing after her, a sour look on his face.

“Don’t think you saved me, or helped me at all,” he says, though his words have less bite than usual. “I don’t owe a quirkless nobody like you a damn thing.”

She sighs. It’s hard to draw together enough energy to get angry. “Whatever. It’s not like I could avoid needing saved myself.” She turns her back on him. It wasn’t as though she did it for him, either.

“I don’t need your help!” he yells, and she hears him turn and trudge away.

She doesn’t want to think about him, not when she has enough of her own problems to worry about. What is the next step? Figuring out how to save herself? Could anyone have gotten free of the sludge villain without a quirk? She’s not sure, and that fact makes her feel a little more hopeless as she walks.

“Young Uraraka!” The sudden voice and appearance of All Might breaks her out of her own thoughts. She cries out in surprise, involuntarily backpedalling. She didn’t expect to see All Might again, let alone a few blocks from her family’s apartment. He’s in his hero form, too.

“All Might!” she says. “What are you doing here? Those reporters…” she trails off, remembering last seeing him surrounded by no less than ten people clamoring for interviews.

All Might laughs, flexing heroically. “You think a few reporters are enough to stop--hack--” He stops mid sentence, words consumed by a loud cough that makes Ochako wince. At the same moment, steam billows out of him, his muscles shrinking instantly around his gaunt frame. Ochako distinctly sees blood stain the hand he uses to cover his cough. “Ah, well. I should have known I was on borrowed time there.” He shrugs. “Would have been bad if that had happened in the middle of an interview.”

“Okay, I can understand that,” she says, “but why are you here?”

“Two reasons,” All Might says, pulling out a handkerchief to wipe off his hand. Ochako thinks she might like him better like this, for all that he looks so sickly. “The first is that I owe you a proper apology. The second is… a proposition.” He smiles at her, and somehow it seems far more genuine than any of his smiles that she’d seen in hero pictures. “I was wrong. Not only that, but I was soundly proven wrong today by your actions. For that, I apologize. You can be a hero, and you showed that yourself.”

For a moment, her mind seems to grind to a halt. Whatever she had expected him to apologize for, it wasn’t that. She’s left reeling, trying to gather her thoughts into a whole. All Might, of all people, believes in her. Tears start to stream down her face unbidden. She tries to wipe them away, but they won’t stop coming. His words echo in her mind. You can be a hero.

Her parents had encouraged her, but they’d never said as much. She’d always known that they expected her to eventually give up. No one else had ever even done that much, but…

“Why?” she finally manages to ask, her voice breaking. “How can you say that? Y-you saw what happened. I… I only had to be saved again, even if I managed to help someone.” If it had been anyone but Bakugou, it wouldn’t have worked, either.

“There’s one thing that all of the best heroes have in common,” All Might says. “They all have stories from their childhood, of times when they saw someone in trouble, and their feet moved on their own, regardless of their own thoughts or fear. You had that today, didn’t you?”

She can’t deny that. It had even been Bakugou, maybe the one person she hates the most, but she still couldn’t stand by. “Does that matter, if you don’t have the power to back it up?”

“It does,” he says. “It proves to me that you are worthy to inherit my power.”

She looks up at him. He doesn’t look like he’s kidding. In fact, he looks incredibly serious.

“What are you talking about?” she says. “Quirks don’t--they don’t work like that.”

It’s then that All Might laughs, suddenly grinning at her, but instead of confirming the joke, he says, “Are you sure?”

She stares at him, mind whirling again. It’s true that All Might’s quirk has never been confirmed--but then, neither has his age. She’d always just assumed he was close mouthed about that aspect of his life, but if he was hiding something about himself instead…

“It was essential that everyone believed that the Symbol of Peace was a natural born hero,” he says, as if reading her thoughts. “I had to keep the nature of my quirk a secret for that reason.” He spreads his arms wide. “In truth, it is a burning torch, passed from one generation to the next, accumulating strength from each new person as it does. It’s a beacon of justice, a shining ray of hope. It is called One For All.”

Ochako stares at him for a moment. For all that he seems to have a flair for the dramatic, the meaning is clear enough. A quirk that can be passed on can be passed on even to a person without a quirk, like her. “But why me?” she asks.

“I’ve been looking for a successor for some time, and after today, I think you’re the right person to choose.” He smiles again. “I was there, after all, and saw you rush forward. For all the pros that were there, myself included, you were undoubtedly the most heroic.”

Ochako can feel her cheeks immediately heat up from the praise. Before she can speak, he continues.

“Of course, this is your choice. And ultimately, this is only the beginning. I won’t force this power on you. You can’t accept it as you are, anyway.”

She frowns at him. “But you said--”

“What I mean is, your body isn’t strong enough,” All Might says. “If you plan to pick up the mantle of One For All, your body has to be able to withstand it, and that takes training. I can train you--and, if we hurry, you can be ready in time to apply for U.A.”

A jolt of excitement runs through her. U.A.--it had been a pipe dream, even if she still intended to try. But with All Might’s help, can she really…?

She looks at the ground, fists clenched at her sides. She wants more than anything for this to be true, but All Might seems to be holding back something.

“What’s the catch?” she asks.

All Might laughs. “Perceptive, hm? Well, I suppose there is a slight one. This will be… intensive training. If you can’t keep up, then I can’t pass on One For All. It’s not a matter of me being stingy--it could hurt or even kill you.”

Slowly, Ochako nods. That seems about right, at least. “Fine. I can agree to those terms.”

All Might actually looks surprised. “That’s all? No other questions about the training?”

“Don’t underestimate what I’d be willing to do to achieve my goals,” she says, crossing her arms. “Training doesn’t scare me.”

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