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stargaze-issei · 4 years

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Hi I was wondering if you could do some headcanons for Todoroki, Bakugo, Shoji and Tokoyami where maybe their s/o is injured after protecting some classmates for example how would they react after hearing about it and act towards the ones they were protecting and how they are really soft to their s/o. Does that make sense? Ooh and maybe how their class is shocked at them being soft towards their s/o. Sorry the request is so long

hi! this made me so soft, and i love every character so 🥺 thanks for requesting, bb! this is gonna be long lmao, so it's under the cut.

(also, im sorry for todoroki's one being so angsty and this taking so long, i had a couple of... rough days)

— 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬/𝐨 + 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮, 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢, 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐦𝐢.

bakugou katsuki.

-> bakugou loves to see you work hard and push your own limits.

-> often, he just let's you train however you think it's best.

-> so when you say you're going to have some extra training with kirishima, he wishes you luck.

-> "don't be late for dinner, dumbass, or i'll kick shitty hair's ass" ofc he won't kick you, you're his precious s/o.

-> when you arrived to the gym kirishima had requested, there he was, accompanied by deku.

-> "i hope you don't mind midoriya tagging along", you didn't, actually.

-> everything went as usual, a few punches here and there, some laughs.

-> but, somehow, while both you and deku were testing red riot's resistance, izuku got way too into it and didn't realize only kirishima's arms were hardened.

-> you saw a kick flying to the red hair's torso, and your body moved by itself.

-> the impact had you thrown to the other side of the gym, barely staying conscious.

-> to you, everything was so fast.

-> to bakugou it was the other way around.

-> a sweaty kirishima appeared, looking desperately for him, without making one coherent sentence.

-> "y/n... infirmary... bad"

-> katsuki had NEVER blast out so fast. like, NEVER.

-> when he got to recover girl's office, you were sleeping. she explained to him that there wasn't anything major, but you were extremely tired, therefore, sleeping. recommended a few days of rest, and then you'd be good as new.

-> of course he heard you were never recovering almost dying.

-> deku was a crying mess, poor him was so scared, kirishima was trying to calm him down but it was impossible.

-> when bakugou knew HE had hurt YOU?

-> "what the fuck were you even doing there, huh? a damn quirk stealer like you shouldn't be fucking allowed near people who earned they own place here. what? were you jealous of them? stop fucking crying and ow–"

-> "katsuki. stop." nobody saw you woke up, you'd had to thank your boyfriend for that.

-> you asked everyone to leave and explained bakugou it wasn't midoriya's fault, so he shouldn't bully him.

-> he said yes to you but had now intention of stopping lmao.

-> they took you to your dorm room, where bakugou had already set a bed under yours so he could watch over you at nights.

-> nobody dared to stop him.

-> until you were allowed to go back to classes, he was to your demand. everyone was so surprised to see bakugou katsuki doing what he was asked willingly.

-> AND THE LOOKS HE GAVE TO DEKU.

-> poor broccoli boy wasn't allowed to even look at you without gaining a whole menu of insults.

-> he apologized writing a note he gave to todoroki who gave it to you.

-> katsuki is really worried, like, reaaaally worried, so he makes you healthy meals, takes it to your room so you don't move too much and then washes the dishes.

-> "geez maybe i have to ask midoriya to kick me more often" HE WOULD LOOK YOU DEAD IN THE EYE AND CALL YOU THE BIGGEST IDIOT WITH NO HINT OF LOVE 😭

-> at school, he doesn't leave your side. if you complain on anything, even if it has NOTHING to do with your injury, won't stop until he fixes it.

-> kaminari, mina and sero tease him so. fucking. bad.

-> kirishima is kinda scared bc he thought you were dead for a second so prefers to let bakugou take good care of you.

-> whenever you feel a little pain at the place of the hit, he will warm his hands and put them on your torso.

-> the warm feeling helps to ease the pain, and he has an excuse to touch you. win win.

-> he's not angry at kirishima at all, even, if he has to leave you, kirishima is in charge of taking care of you.

-> but your favorite time is when you're alone with him, after school.

-> he'll get so soft towards you, stroking your hair, kissing your head.

-> the day after the accident, it was mainly because he was genuinely scared of something happening to you.

-> "you're so fucking dumb, shitty hair can take hits better than you do, what on earth was i supposed to do if you were actually hurt? don't do that, ever again, got it?"

-> you got a huge bruise from the impact though, and he kisses it before going to sleep to make sure it doesn't hurt 🥺

that was completely out of character but idcccc

todoroki shoto.

-> he's... intense, to say the least.

-> but it's just with you, like, he doesn't show it to everybody.

-> both of you are doing your internship, so you haven't spoke as much as usual.

-> he misses you, but knows you're fulfilling your dreams, so he'll wait.

-> you went to uwabami agency, along with yaoyorozu and kendou.

-> even though mostly it was just being her assistant, this one time you were called to a collapsed zone just outside of tokyo.

-> supposedly, the area was already secure when you arrived, you, momo and kendo used your quirks to help rescue trapped people wherever uwabami told you.

-> momo was trying to help a civilian, and didn't notice the big rock falling from above.

-> you launched yourself towards them, trying to push them out of the way.

-> the rock hit you instead.

-> you didn't remember a thing after that.

-> todoroki was at his father's agency when he got the call.

-> "please, get to the hospital quickly, i– y/n's in really bad shape, please, i'm so sorry"

-> to hear yaoyorozu crying, saying you were in the hospital?? he couldn't move at first. like, frozen.

-> but after understanding what was going on, he got to the hospital even before the ambulance.

-> he heard a commotion in the e.r., and run there.

-> you were on a gurney, covered in dirt and blood, carried by a bunch of paramedics screaming things to each others.

-> todoroki couldn't hear a thing, all he could focus on, was on your unconscious body.

-> he felt a hand placing on his shoulder, yaoyorozu was still crying and trying to explain him what had happened.

-> but he wanted to touch you, seeing you like that, like you were dead right in front of his eyes, he needed to feel your warm.

-> three nurses were needed to hold him from getting near you.

-> he was losing his little composure, and his left arm began to feel hotter and hotter.

-> you were taken to the operation room, leaving him on the edge of combusting in tears of impotence.

-> even though momo tried again and again to explain him, he shut down everything except you.

-> all he could think about was you, lying in a operation table, fighting for your life.

-> the rest of the u.a. arrived with time, the procedure didn't end.

-> everyone was more than shocked to see todoroki so feral, a single word or touch from someone could develop in a big fire, from the guy.

-> when the doctor finally came, shoto almost tackled him.

-> "they're going to be fine, there were a couple complications during the procedure, but everything turned out okay. we'll keep them in here for two weeks, in observation, but we're confident that they'll be leaving in less than a month".

-> for the first time in hours, todoroki actually breath.

-> the doctors allowed him into your room, and he decided to stay there until you could leave.

-> NOBODY was allowed there, besides your family and doctors.

-> he really felt like anyone else would hurt you.

-> when you woke up, he was sleeping besides you.

-> "oh, you're awake, baby, you're awake" as soon as he saw you, he took you into his arms.

-> after the doctors gave you permission to leave, he was right by to your side the whole time.

-> at the dorms, todoroki woke up before you to help you get ready, and went to sleep after so he made sure you were okay.

-> izuku understood your boyfriend worried, but highkey worried about his health.

-> for a while, todoroki ignored yaoyorozu existence, even if he knew it wasn't actually her fault, he hated that you put yourself in danger for someone else.

-> with time, you recovered and todoroki started to go back to his usual self.

-> but everyone remembered how hard can be to todoroki when his loved ones are in danger.

-> im sorry this doesn't have so much fluff

shoji mezou.

-> with shoji, we're going to skip right after you get injured.

-> because i'm sure he wouldn't be upset at whoever you were protecting.

-> he's a very logical dude, and understand you were doing your job as a hero.

-> and he loves you for it.

-> when they told him you got wounded, he tried real hard to hide how worried he was.

-> you are pretty strong, and lowkey stubborn so you accept getting treated instead of saying "it was nothing"?

-> it has to be at least a little serious.

-> but he's shoji, he's cool headed, he doesn't let his feelings cloud his judgement.

-> turns out, that rule didn't apply to you.

-> don't get me wrong, he didn't get violent like bakugou or todoroki.

-> he did freaked, asked recovery girl about your condition every five minutes.

-> "can i see them now? oh, right, sorry... are they alright? when will they be able to leave? can i go in now?"

-> no one had ever seen him so openly worried.

-> it's really observant, if you go back to school right after the incident, will notice immediately if something is wrong.

-> like you're in pain, or even uncomfortable because of your injury.

-> ask for permission to take you back to the dorms, you need to get rest and won't even argue about it.

-> if you have to stay in bed for a couple of days, be sure he will spend his day there.

-> tries everything to take your mind off your boring room.

-> tells you stories, lame jokes, keeps you updated on the class gossip, even if he usually doesn't like that kind of stuff.

-> "huh, yeah, midoriya and uraraka? right, they like each other, hm, i saw them having lunch together"

-> he might be a human radar but it's pretty much clueless when it comes to this things.

-> "they always have lunch together, mezou!" be nice to him, he's trying his best ):

-> i think everyone expects shoji to be soft when it comes to you, but not that soft.

-> once they saw him carrying you in his arms down the stairs, because "your wound hurt".

-> tokoyami was certainly shocked to see his friend like that.

-> is always hugging you with one or two of his arms.

-> will try to cook healthy meals, but fails.

-> he wants you to have enough nutrients and heal properly, okay?

-> buys you your favorite snacks and candies before going to the dorms.

-> shoji doesn't want his beloved s/o to get depressed for being locked up too long, and gives his best to make you feel happy.

-> is insanely shy about it though, and will try to hide his excellent-boyfriend side.

-> lots!! of!! cuddles!!

-> if you're okay with it, will take advantage of the situation and cuddle you like crazy.

-> i mean, you can't get out of bed and he just happens to have six arms willing to keep you warm and cozy.

-> is your number one caretaker and will continue being it until you feel better bc he's best boi 🥰

tokoyami fumikage.

-> just as todoroki, he's intense af.

-> if you're apart, he would text you everyday, you know, just checking.

-> even when he went away to work with hawks, still managed to find the time to talk to you.

-> benefits of being his s/o.

-> and it was at that time you got into an accident.

-> he instantly got worried when you didn't reply to his text after an hour, two hours, three hours.

-> you usually let him know if you're busy, but you just said you were going on a walk with kaminari.

-> hawks saw him getting upset, and gave him permission to go see you.

-> just when he was going out, midoriya called him.

-> "hi, tokoyami, i'm sorry i didn't call you before, um, please don't freak out, y/n got... y/n got hit by a car, but she's okay! it was not as bad as it sounds! we're at recovery–"

-> it wasn't tokoyami who got out of control, it was dark shadow.

-> poor thing got so scared something happening to you, he took tokoyami and flew towards you.

-> when he arrived, kaminari, midoriya, and a couple of your friends were outside u.a.'s infirmary.

-> turns out, while walking with kaminari, messing around, he got distracted and cross the street without looking.

-> the car managed to stop a little but you pushed him out the way and got hit anyways.

-> since there wasn't anything too damaged, recovery girl had already cured you when tokoyami arrived.

-> "are you alright, my love?" he wasn't that good with words, but you felt his worry through his eyes.

-> he couldn't avoid touching your face and arms while you were in the gurney.

-> i think he's those kind of guy who moves frenetically his hands when he's nervous.

-> you had to grab both his hands bc he was getting you nervous lol.

-> "they're fine, but i recommend having a few days off, in case your leg hurts more than normal, let me know, okay?" and with that, dark shadow took you to your room.

-> as worried as he was, he tried to keep his temper.

-> "are you sure you don't need anything? dark shadow can help you down stairs, i can do it too, something to eat, maybe? or s–"

-> you'd have to tell him ten times you're alright, and repeat it another twenty times.

-> and he would still ask you spontaneously.

-> while you're at the dorms and he's at class, people keep asking him how are you.

-> he says you're okay and he isn't worried, but dark shadow practically cries saying how much he misses you.

-> "fumikage misses them too, all he does is thinking about them"

-> tokoyami blushes hard if he can.

-> takes notes in class and gives you your late homework.

-> also helps you do it but do NOT give you the answers, you're smart enough to do it by yourself.

-> "see? i knew you could do it, my love"

-> leave me alone he only calls you my love.

-> he isn't a fan of cuddles, but seeing you in that condition?

-> is one of the few times he ASKS YOU to cuddle.

-> strokes your hair, gives you head kisses.

-> i strongly believe he sings to make you feel better.

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chaoticneutralwriter · 4 years

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Deleted Scene; Off-Chance Meeting

What if Jimin met....Jimin?

guardian demon!Jimin x reader

genre: fluff, romance, angst, comedy, supernatural

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A/n: So this was like....a half developed scene that I was going to put in for Interlude: Second Best buuuuut I didn’t want to make the chapter too long because the main focus was guardian demon!Jimin’s POV from the events in the previous chapter. However! It’s been mentioned as a ‘what-if’ so I completed it as a fun deleted scene. Hope you like it and hope yall are doing okay! take care, be safe and I’ll hopefully see you soon again for another update, this time with story progression LOL

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Jimin’s game plan to blend in is quite simple because it really only consists of one step; grab a staff member so that he can duplicate the lanyard ID they have. Even though he promised to not use his powers to you for the most part, it doesn’t mean he hasn’t found ways to work around it. He easily locks onto a target — a male staff exiting the artist room to step out into the hallway Jimin’s in, presumably on a short break as he strides down to stop by a vending machine. The male staff has his head down, eyes glued to his phone for a while until finally, he takes a quick glance up to view the selection of snacks before ducking his head again, clearly in no rush at all.

Jimin’s lips quirk and he makes quick work at slipping closer, steps light and so undetectable that he may as well be a ghost rather than a demon. At the last minute, Jimin cloaks himself, sneaking up on the unsuspecting male just as he reaches into his back pocket to grab some change. The demon’s touch feels nothing more than a draft, fingers barely caressing the back of the colourful lanyard hanging around his neck but it’s all he needs. The male staff carries on, punching in the numbers and watches as the bag of chips falls into the slot below. Taking it, he walks away, none the wiser.

Jimin pays no mind to him anymore, focused on slipping the thin silver chain necklace out from under his shirt and with a soft blow of his breath, the silver chain morphs into the lanyard, a perfect copy. Normally, he would do without a need for something tangible to cast the illusion but this way, he wouldn’t have to use too much magic to keep it up — a weight to the illusion is more believable than simply thin air.

Satisfied, he lets the cloaking spell disperse, rolling his neck a little at the relief that he can finally walk around more freely without the worry of hiding or arousing suspicions.

“Now… where to go?” He mumbles quietly to himself, eyes darting before deciding that he should scope out the way to the area under the stage. Just as he rounds the corner though—

“Woah!”

Jimin’s fast reflexes has him jerking back in time before he collides into the other body. With a step back, his eyes immediately catch sight of the sparkly jacket and they widen almost simultaneously in realization.

Face to face with him was none other than his own mirror, Park Jimin of BTS, only he has honey blond hair and a glowing complexion.

“Ah, I’m really sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.” His eyes are a little wide, stormy grey contacts shining as he apologizes.

For a moment, he’s frozen, stuck rigid in place with shock and split second panic before realizing that he has the safety of his mouth mask and drawn up hood to protect his identity of being the idol’s face stealer. Also the fact that the idol has yet to pass out from shock at seeing his own clone or give any sort of huge reaction was a good indicator.

“A-Ah….” The demon’s voice catches in his throat, and he awkwardly coughs, embarrassed as he ducks his head and mutters gruffly in Korean, “No, it’s my mistake.”

The singer smiles amicably, teeth showing and gaze so warm and so friendly that the demon almost has trouble meeting it.

“Hey now, don’t worry! It’s nothing serious.” There’s a pause, a slight tilt of his honey blond head before those artificial stormy grey irises blink, brows furrowing. The demon starts to actually sweat, eyes refusing to meet as he unconsciously begins to lean back to put space in between. But there’s no escaping the curious gaze of the twenty-four year old singer. “Ah, I— I don’t mean to sound rude or offensive but…. I don’t believe I’ve seen you before?”

Oh shit, shit, shit, shit…

He swears his plan would’ve been completely foolproof if he hadn’t ran into the very person he’s going around parading as. The chances of the demon running into said idol was 1 in 200 and yet it’s as if fate had cursed him with the unwanted luck a fan could only dream of having. But there’s no time to curse heaven and fuck all because his mind begins to race with possibilities of escaping this situation. Maybe he could get away with enthralling the idol for a quick second, trick him into thinking this is all some sort of hallucination from being overworked and then when he’s all good and spaced out, the demon can make his escape. His fingers just about twitches when the singer’s eyes widen and his mouth opens, face alight with an epiphany.

“Are you perhaps new?”

….What?

A beat unknowingly passes between them, with the demon blinking owlishly at the young man, completely gripped in disbelief and the singer staring back expectantly.

 “Am I mistaken…?”

The hesitancy creeping into that question snaps the demon from his stupor and he finally blurts out, “No, I’m new.”

Relief washes over the idol’s handsome face (he’s never gonna get over how fucking trippy this is to watch), shoulders visibly losing some tension and the singer even places a hand over his chest.

“Ah, that would’ve been really bad — I usually am able to recognize everyone on the team.” His eyes creases again from the smile forming on his face. “Why haven’t we met yet, um….?”

“Ju—“ The demon stumbles on his words, thinking at the last second that your impromptu Korean name you had given him when he met Jaehee sounded too similar to the idol’s so his mind jumps to the next one he remembers off the top of his head. “— yeon….Kang Juyeon. This is my first day.”

Jimin the idol makes a noise of understanding, presumably taking his sloppy introduction as nerves in good strides. He inclines his head graciously in an almost small bow that catches the demon off-guard. “It’s nice to officially meet you Juyeon-ssi. I look forward to working with you.”

He bows robotically in return.

“Are you on break right now?” The young singer asks innocently.

“…Yes…” The answer comes out unsure, like he’s testing the waters and seeing where this could possibly lead — hopefully with the idol leaving him be and carrying on back to the artist room, surely much too busy to entertain a seemingly nervous new recruit. To his surprise though, the demon is proven wrong.

“Oh! I’m so sorry, I must be taking up your time. Have you gotten anything to drink or eat yet?”

“Well, no but—“

The idol’s mouth gapes open almost immediately, “Would you like to head over to the catering room now? We can grab something.”

The demon is baffled, to say the least; so taken aback by Jimin’s friendly disposition to someone who he only just met that even though he really shouldn’t be overstaying his welcome like this, a part of him would actually feel guilty for turning down the offer. He’s so glad he’s wearing a mask right now because then the idol wouldn’t have to see the borderline crazed smile slowly stretching over the demon’s lips, the disbelief too strong.

But looking at the original owner of the face he wore, seeing it completely reflect a drastically different personality than his own invokes something in him; a morbid curiosity taking hold and stoking the fire to a long buried question —

Who is Park Jimin?

Beyond the worldwide renown Korean idol and a pretty face with killer vocals and dancing, the demon knows very little about who this person is, this person whom you adore so much. What is it that drew you to him specifically amongst the other members. He highly doubts its looks alone (you’re definitely not the shallow type), or maybe even the amount of talent because from what he gathered, all the members were pretty much on par with each other in all departments.

So what made Jimin special?

He really shouldn’t follow this rabbit down the hole, but he’s a demon by nature and impulsivity is practically his middle name. Without another second thought, he agrees with a nod of his head, “Okay.”

Curiosity really should be a sin.

He gets a blinding smile in response, eyes disappearing and pearly teeth on display (he spies the slight crooked front tooth that somehow only seems to add to the singer’s charm rather than a flaw). They walk off towards the room that acts as a communal dining area for the staff and artists themselves, the large selection of hot foods lined up like a buffet self-serve while there are tables available for anyone who wants to sit down for their meal. There’s only a few staff members gathered there, each preoccupied with their phones or simply grabbing a quick bite to eat before rushing back to where they’re needed.

The singer walks in and of the few people that are hanging around, he inclines his head in greeting to them. The demon has no choice but to follow in order to not draw suspicions (even though he gets a few raised eyebrows from wearing a full hood and mask but is ultimately brushed off).

“There’s a lot of choices here so please help yourself. Don’t be shy.” Jimin gestures, grabbing a plate and going for one of the rolls of kimbap. Though the demon has no intention of eating anything — for obvious reasons, he still makes the effort to thoughtlessly pick out random food items to place on his plate for the sake of keeping up the facade. He gets as far as two scoops of sweet and sour pork before the young idol turns to him and his eyes dart to his modest portion.

“Is that all you’re going to eat?”

“Uh…Yes?”

That immediately draws out a noise of disapproval, handsome face pinching along to match the tone. “Ah, Juyeon-ssi; you need to eat to keep up your strength. You can’t hold back on something as important as that.” Before any words of protest can be formed, a kimbap roll is placed on the empty space of the demon’s plate.

And then another.

And then a spring roll.

And then a hefty scoop of black bean noodles and some rice.

It goes on until his plate is adequately full, the idol satisfied as they migrate over to an empty table. The demon takes a seat and he feels his lips quirk as he observes the fact that Jimin’s own plate only consisted of two kimbap rolls and a few pieces of fruit he’s currently nibbling on. The stark contrast and adamancy is already so telling of his character, sans personal dietary considerations.

“Has the job been hard so far?” The singer asks casually.

“Not particularly….”

“Ah, that’s good to hear. Have people been nice to you?”

“Uh…Yeah, I guess.”

He gets a nod of approval, and the demon vaguely likens the feeling of a mother asking their child if their first day of school went well (or if he’s being generous, an older brother). It’s strange experiencing something so familial yet coming from the idol, it all seems so natural as if they’ve known each other for years and not just in the span of less than an hour.

It’s quite the culture shock — something he admittedly doesn’t have a good grasp on and it’s that curiosity to know that has him daringly (or perhaps, no doubt to his colleagues, foolishly) diving deeper. The wooden chopsticks in his hand push around the food on his plate meaninglessly, a gesture meant to disguise the hidden agenda he has; dissecting the idol and seeing what makes him tick.

His lips instinctively quirk under his mask but he makes sure that it doesn’t translate in his gaze as his eyes focus on the idol.

“I’m sure your job is much more tiring.” He says, taking on a tentative tone, implicating for an open ended discussion.

The singer takes a pause, eyes wandering in thought before he sucks in a breath after some serious considerations, “I don’t really think my job is any harder than some of the other staff here…” He stops, as if collecting his thoughts again and then continues, “I think it’s thanks to everyone’s efforts that the members and I are able to do these show successfully and safely. If I were to really break things down…. I really only do a small part.”

“But there’s no point to a show if there’s no performers.”

There’s a hum in reply to his statement but after the idol swallows the strawberry he’s popped into his mouth, he says, “I can see how you would say that, but I think more importantly, there’s no point to a show without the fans.”

The demon doesn’t miss the gentle affection that slips through — that quiet, soft whisper that carries the words near the end, giving way to something much deeper. It’s something he’s seen before, reflected in himself, and it’s whenever his thoughts wander to you.

Fondness.

His chest gives a twinge at the memory, jaw clenching a little as if to physically repress the feelings that begin to stir.

“You don’t even know the fans….” It comes out more as a low murmur to himself, but the contempt underlying his tone seeps through all the same. It’s just…. How could the idol possibly share the same sentiment he has with you, someone who he’s actually spent time with and come to know all the little quirks to — what makes you happy, sad, laugh, the way you laugh, the little noises you make when you eat something you love, see you at your highest and lowest points, with a group of people (not even a single person) who he’s had less than ten seconds worth of interactions?

It’s far too superficial, too scripted and said too many times with no real meaning. He wants to scoff at how impractical it is.

“Maybe so, but it goes beyond that.” The familiar sound of the idol’s lilt halts the demon’s thoughts quite suddenly, still in that soft spoken way but there’s something else with it. A sureness — steady and unwavering, and just the barest hints of….passive-aggressiveness?

That gets a quirk in the eyebrow; so this kitten does have claws after all.

“There are times where I wonder why there are so many people who like us and support us the way they do.” The singer continues seriously, already getting lost in deep thought. “Probably because we work hard, but who doesn’t work hard? Others make good music and do their best too so why us? We try our best to communicate to our fans but everyone does too…..These sorts of things are something I often think about.”

A pause, as if to find the right words, “But whenever I read the fan’s letters or things they post on SNS to us, saying how much we’ve helped them with our songs when they’re going through a hard time, it makes me realize that we’re not so different. We all have flaws and maybe it’s because we’re not perfect that they like us. Starting off with nothing and then little by little, seeing more people coming to support us…. They’re the ones who put us on the stage, so I— We cherish them a lot. They give us energy and comfort us, and we do the same back, like a deep connection, an understanding.”

The young singer stops in pushing around the remaining strawberry on his plate, a ghost of a smile tugging on his lips, like he’s recalling a particularly pleasant memory. “So we want to give back by making good music and showing them our best. Ah, reminds of something really cool Namjoon-hyung said.” He takes the time to tilt his head, “He said how even if it’s just one person he could help, he’ll continue to keep trying. That really touched me, so even if we might not know them personally, they’re the ones who motivate us and makes all of this worth it.”

Once he finishes, the demon is left a little more than bewildered, overwhelmed in fact that all he could do was blink. Granted, it was a lot to take in, never having expected such an arduous confession but what’s even more baffling to him is the conviction the singer had saying all of it, so earnest in his words. Now, he’s no lie detector per se, but as a demon, he does have a more innate ability to pick up on cues and inflections that would give a person away, revealing their true nature. He’s used to it after all.

And then along comes Park Jimin.

This twenty-four some odd year old idol, thrusted into the cut-throat world that is the entertainment industry, young and bright-eyed, armed with nothing but potential, a good work ethic and a dream, yet comes out on the other side, a little bruised and scathed but otherwise, un-jaded; that young and bright-eyed innocence not diminished, instead it matured into something more resilient.

He can probably count on his finger how many people he can actually say that about. Hell, the only closest people that would qualify would be saints, and even that is debatable.

It’s....irritating because he’s faced with the fact that as much as he had wanted to dislike this person, he’s proven that he can’t.

A rush of air leaves his nose and he has to contain a rueful smile. “You’re a very admirable person Park Jimin-ssi. Not that many people keep to their beliefs so strongly like that.”

He gets a bashful giggle in return, light and melodic.

“Aish, what are you saying? I’m not all that impressive….I think I still have a lot to learn.” The singer almost whines from behind the back of his hand covering the open mouth smile he has. Once he calms, it softens. “All I really want is for the fans to remember BTS for our sincerity. I just hope that I’ve been able to help convey that so far.”

The demon lets out a breathy chuckle, finally getting up from his seat. He gazes down at this young man who’s face reflects his own yet wears it in such an entirely different way — glowing with a passion and radiance that is warm, sincere, kind, compassionate and loving.

Perhaps the way it’s meant to be worn.

And it’s with a bittersweet reluctance that the demon places a hand on the singer’s shoulder, giving it a gentle reassuring squeeze. “Keep doing what you’re doing and never lose sight of yourself. As long as you remember what you’re doing this for, the sincerity of your members and you will be conveyed.”

Stormy grey eyes widen a fraction, a little confused as they blink up at him, clearly not expecting such encouragements (honestly, he didn’t expect this either yet here he is).

“Wh— Um, I—…” The idol reaches a hand up to comb through his meticulously styled hair, tousling a few loose strands as slowly, the apples of his cheeks begin to dust in a pink hue and dark eyes can’t help but watch on in amusement. As if sensing the focus shifting to his quickly reddening face however, the young man lets out a sputter and lightly smacks the demon’s forearm, refusing to meet his gaze. “Ahh Juyeon-ssi! What’s with you saying that all of a sudden to me? You sound as if you’re way older than me when we’re probably friends in age!”

Friends…

“What makes you think that?”

“W-Well… I don’t know how to explain it but…. I feel a sense of familiarity with you when we met. Like, a vibe….” The sentence pewters out into a shy mumble, the tips of his ears matching his cheeks now before comically, grey orbs whip up, suddenly concerned. “Unless you’re not….?”

The snort that leaves the demon’s mouth is quickly covered by clearing his throat but he’s sure the restrained mirth still reaches his eyes as he assures, “No, we’re friends.”

He’s met with a brilliant grin, full of teeth and a twinkle in his gaze. “Oh thank goodness. I would’ve died on the spot out of embarrassment.”

He refrains from rolling his eyes if only to dismiss the overly-dramatic relief that overcame the poor young man. But regardless, it’s his cue to go — he's starting to feel a little too perturbed being near someone so good-natured. With a final pat to his shoulder, the demon begins to depart.

“It was nice talking to you Park Jimin-ssi but you’ll have to excuse me, I have to get going now.”

“O-Oh? Is it really that time? If that’s the case— Ya! Kang Juyeon-ssi! Did you even touch your food? You—!”

“Jimin-hyung!”

“Oh?” Jimin’s attention whips to the new voice that called him from the still full plate of food left on the table. His eyes immediately meet doe-eyed ones, usually dark as coal but are currently a more lighter coffee colour, bringing out more of the brown that’s hidden in its depths thanks to the contacts. The youngest member approaches him with long strides, the sequins on his own stage outfit glitter with each step.

“This is where you were? Should’ve told me you were hungry, we could’ve gone to snack together.”

“Ah, no I was just talking with Juyeon-ssi.”

“Juyeon? Who’s that?”

“Kang Juyeon; that person who was just leaving, you must’ve seen him on your way in.”

But that only gets a head tilt from Jungkook, who swivels his head back towards the entrance, “He doesn’t sound familiar and I didn’t see anyone leaving.”

“….Huh?” Equally confused, Jimin swerves around the tall form of Jungkook to get a look however, to his surprise, he doesn’t see anyone. Glancing around lets him know that at most, there was only three other people in the room, excluding him and Jungkook but they were all immersed on the couch in the far corner, away from the entryway. Does Juyeon walk that fast? “Aye, quit messing with me. He had on a face mask, around my height? With his hoodie pulled up; probably the only one here who does too.”

Jungkook shakes his head, genuinely clueless on who Jimin could possibly be referring to. “No, I swear I haven’t seen anyone around like that.”

The furrow in Jimin’s brows deepen, mouth falling open in disbelief. The scrunched up, troubled expression the older member makes was too good to pass up on teasing so Jungkook can’t help but to lean close, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

“What? Were you speaking to a ghost this entire time hyung?”

“Aish! Don’t say that! That actually gave me chills!” Jimin scowls, smacking the youngest repeatedly on the arm and causing Jungkook to cackle and skip away from the assault.

“Anyways, Namjoon-hyung wants to go over the script again so I went to go find you.”

“Oh, okay. Let’s go then.”

Brushing down his jacket, Jimin gets up, taking both plates with him, discarding his own empty one while Jungkook gleefully takes the one Juyeon hadn’t touched. The two head out and begin to make their way back to the artist dressing room, with Jungkook talking around mouthfuls of food about what Jimin had apparently missed while he was away but all Jimin could think about was his meeting with Juyeon.

There’s no way he could’ve imagined it all in his head — he’s too young to be going senile. Plus, it felt too real for it to be some overworked hallucination (besides, he doesn’t feel that jet lagged). So there’s a perfectly, logical explanation for it. Yeah, he just…walks really fast.

“Jimin-hyung is here!” Jungkook calls out to the rest of the members. He gets a myriad of boisterous responses and greetings. The sound makes him inadvertently grin.

“Yeah, yeah I’m coming. I didn’t think you would miss me that badly; I was gone for ten minutes.”

Thoughts of his mysterious friend are pushed away for some other time but the wise words he’s been given remain at the forefront of Jimin’s mind. Perhaps the next time he runs into Juyeon, he’ll treat him to a drink or two during the celebratory dinners — get to know him better.

He’s not sure what it is about Juyeon that makes him want to befriend him so intently, like there’s something about him….

Something that’s a little melancholy….and maybe, he dare say, a little lonely.

But to the singer’s dismay, he never really did see him again.

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justimajin · 5 years

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The Gateway to Your Heart

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Cuteness, Sprinkles of Angst

↳ Magic Shop AU

Words: 7.2k

Warnings: None!

Summary: ❝You gave me the best of me, so you give you the best of you.❞

There comes a point in life when one wishes for things to change, when one wishes for a simple snap of fingers to crumble everything down into dust and morph into something more desirable.

Something more meaningful, something more worthwhile.

Something that isn’t this.

“Y/N!” The feminine voice echoes from below the stairs, it’s impatience only growing with every passing minute.

“Coming!” You say, hurriedly shoving the multitude of books into the small crevices of your backpack and swinging by the mirror to quickly sort out your deranged set of locks. Hauling the heavy bag onto your shoulders, you race downstairs and settle your eyes onto the feast before you.

Immediately you bolt forward to grab anything - a handful of toast, a bag of berries, even a mere bread crumble.

Your empty hand is left with nothing.

“Watch it!” The girl beside you sneers, mockingly laughing as she stuffs her face with a plate of pancakes she’s managed to get her hands on. “Better luck next time Y/N~”

You look across from the table, seeing the other kids clearing the remains of food faster than a blink of your eye. Their hands are messy, littered with grease and sticky residue, but they simply continue on eating until the entire table is clear.

“M-Mom…” You whisper quietly, raising a meek hand.

Your voice isn’t even heard through the ruckus of loudmouths blabbering and screeching around you, “I’m heading off to work, all of you better behave now!”

And with that, the door slams abruptly, leaving you with the same food stealers you’re supposed to call siblings.

“Y/N L/N?”

The teacher racks her eyes around, her grim unamused look scanning the room before she settles the tip of her pen above the ‘absent’ mark just as the screech of two sneakers is heard.

“P-Present!” You quickly say, her brow raising at your tardiness and the shade of your cheeks only increasing when suddenly all the eyes in the classroom are glued to you.

“Please be seated.” She pushes her large pair of glasses up, “And do please make an effort to be on time tomorrow Y/N.” You subtly nod, dragging yourself to your seat and plopping down onto it.

What continues is hours of you staying put in the same spot as the adult before you speaks, going on and on about a subject you could less about and telling you that it was fundamental to pay attention, for these things were going to be useful in the real world.

Because once you step out into the real world, the equation y = mx + c needs to be solved everywhere, right?

It drags on until the bell finally rings, life sparking into your eyes again when you’re free to go eat and do whatever you want until you return. You don’t miss a heartbeat when you’re out of the room in an instant, but it always arrives at a circumstance you never learnt to deal with.

The lunchroom is packed, a flood of students either talking at max volume with each other or ripping their lunches into shreds from the hunger. There are groups already formed - friends sitting with friends, similar interests blending, everyone talking as if they’ve known each other for years.

But where do you go?

It’s the one question you’ve never found an answer to, especially when you’ve tried approaching the tables and everyone naturally seems detested by your mere presence.

You don’t know why you still try.

“C-Can I sit here?” You peep out, hoping your voice wouldn’t come out so frail as it sounds.

A large backpack thuds on the seat, the girl smirking at you deviously, “Sorry, it’s taken.”

“O-Oh...okay.”

Without a moment of contemplation, you just eat alone and end up spending the hour on your phone, scrolling through anything that could help the water threatening to come out of your eyes.

You end up in the same place - five days a week, the same boring cycle continuing itself.

But it isn’t just boring, there's loads of stress and confusion involved as well.

“Place your pencils down please.” You quirk an eye up, the teacher walking in between desks to snatch the paper you had been staring at for the past hour.

“I’ll have your test back to you soon, don’t forget that your grades are important for applying to college.”

Right. College.

Meaning you need to have your entire life figured out like a roadmap by the time you apply, that the path you choose will be smooth and clear - only pointing in a single direction without multiple splits in the middle directing you somewhere else.

College.

***

The night you rest your head against your pillow, staring at the ceiling when in a couple of hours you have to go through the meaningless mundane process all over again.

But for what?

What is this all for?

Is this supposed to make you happy?

What...even is being happy?

You sigh, shaking your head and shutting your eyes once the light in your room dies out. You could always wish for a better tomorrow, but that can’t happen if tomorrow just means that today repeats.

Your eyes remain shut as seconds tick by.

The wind outside swishes against the window and the moonlight comes pouring into your room, submerging it completely. Time almost seems to freeze in an instant when you’re sent plunging deeper and deeper into the darkness, almost suffocating when you can feel your lungs swelling up with water. Your forms scatters into multiple pieces, breaking off into bits that are sent flying into opposite directions until all that is left is your own subconscious.

The gentle voice rings in your head, trancing you with it’s siren like voice.

On days where you hate being yourself...

On days where you want to disappear forever...

Let’s make a door to your heart…

Open the door.

The door?

What door?

How do you find the door?

Open the door…

The door to the Magic Shop.

The sound of a creaking wooden door causes your shoulders to flinch, eyes lingering over to the vast swirling designs and the faint pink glow smoke seemingly pouring out when you catch a glimpse of the other side. Sparkles dance along in the air, fluttering down onto you like snowflakes in the shape of glitter as you take a step forward.

The door closes.

You spin around instantly, hand reaching out to feel the wooden texture against your skin.

But it disappears.

You turn around, eyes rapidly flickering everywhere in an attempt to absorb your purple smoked covered surroundings.

It seems like there’s only one path you can follow.

You take careful steps forward, noticing the smoke sweeping away from you the farther you travel, as if it was almost guiding you to where you needed to go.

“The…” You squint your eyes, trying to read the giant bold words engraved into the wooden sign emerging among the smoke, “The Magic Shop?”

You’re hallucinating. You have to be.

But then...why does it all feel so real?

“Welcome.” A booming voice suddenly speaks out, causing a trail of goosebumps down your spine when the smoke moves away to finally reveal a booth of some sorts. It’s covered in the same wooden decor as the door and the sign, but the smoke surrounding it almost looks black and the hand that reaches out doesn’t look welcoming either.

It’s covered in a long black sleeve, the pale skin under it gesturing you over.

Once you reach the booth, you can finally see the identity of the hand and it causes you to suck in a breath.

The man is clad in a black robe, intricate grey swirls lacing the ends of his robe and the hood that sits on top of his head. He bears no face, only a white pearl mask with gold markings greeting you as his eyes are completely hollow and empty.

“What will you exchange?” His booming voice echoes again, this time being amplified because of the close proximity.

“E-Exchange?”

“The rules of the Magic Shop are as follows.” The man says, “To be granted with what you desire, you must give up something.”

“What will you exchange?”

Your mind feels like it’s cycling through a whirlwind. You don’t understand what you could possibly give up when you don't have much to lose in the first place.

But you do know what you want.

“I....I want to be happy.”

That’s all you desire.

A simple, plain wish.

The man doesn’t answer you - he simply stands there in silence and immersed in the dark smoke. You can’t tell what he’s thinking because of the hidden mask he wears, so instead you simply wait for an answer.

“To be happy.” His voice echoes through your ears, saying it more like a question than a statement. “Happiness and sorrow cannot exist as one.”

“Happiness and sorrow cannot exist as one…?” You question, his words sounding like an unsolved riddle.

“Cannot exist as one…” You whisper again, this time slowly and your eyes widen when it clicks in.

“My sorrow.” You firmly state, “I want happiness in exchange for my sorrow.”

The man doesn’t answer, raising his hand as the purple smoke and dark smoke form a cloud mixture in his palm and then flash, causing you to squeeze your eyes from the blinding light. Slowly opening them up again, you see a brown box and a key emerge out and he brings the hand closer to you.

“The gateway to your happiness, lies within here.” The box and key are pushed closer to you and you carefully take them from him.

You stare at it, “In this box?” You ask, but he doesn’t answer you again so you take it upon yourself to observe the box. Its wooden, just like everything you’ve encountered in here, and the key seems to be the one sealing the contents of the box away from your eyes.

Grasping onto the cool gold metal, you slip the key into the box and hear a rough click, as if the box hadn’t been opened up in centuries. Lifting up the top of the brown box, the same blinding light greets you again, however this time you can’t turn away.

It swirls out instantly, dusts of purple smoke exploding out of your hands when its swirls around you and the box drops onto the ground with a clatter.

The last thing you can remember before falling unconscious, are the seven sets of curious eyes that stare back at you.

Whispers echo through, pulling at you like strings of fabric from different directions.

“Where...are we?” A small voice whispers.

Another one groans, “I think I’m going to be sick.”

“I’m hungry, is there anything to eat here?”

“How can you be hungry after all that?!” A rough voice retorts.

“Ouch!” One suddenly exclaims, soon being acompianced with sobs, “Someone bit meee!”

“Alright guys, who bit Jimin now?”

“Sorry.” A voice peeks through, unleashing a thunderstorm of voices to shout together.

“TAEHYUNG!”

“Guys shhhh!” The youngest voice pitches through, “She’s going to wake up!”

The whispers slowly disappear once you stir, blinking your eyes to be greeted once again to your empty ceiling - just how you left it before falling unconscious.

Murmurs began to circulate again when you get up and focus your cloudy vision, eyes searching around the room only to discover the sole target of where the voices were coming from.

You scream.

“AHHHHHHHHH!” One of them screams back at you and the rest quickly cower behind him. “DON’T HURT US WE COME IN PEACE!” He yells, practically looking like he had seen a ghost in the form of you.

“Hoseok don’t say that!” Another one peeks out, scolding him before glancing back at you and hurriedly returning back to the group.

“I...what…?” You are trying to come up with something, formulate exactly what’s going on before your sight with actual comprehensible words but it seems like all you can do is raise up more question marks.

There are seven of them. And they’re tiny.

Like the size of your palm, actually wait, a bit smaller than that.

And they...can talk?

You’ve gone crazy. The creepy guy you had encountered with the brown box did something to you and now you’re going crazy. That has to be the answer.

“Ummm Miss?” Your eyes suddenly flicker back and forth, wondering where the voice was coming from when one of them raises his hand. He politely smiles at you, dimples creasing his cheeks and dark hair swept back as he walks closer to you. “Pleased to meet you, my name is Kim Namjoon. And these are my friends.” He gestures over to the other six. “Everyone please introduce yourselves.”

“I’m Taehyung!” The brown haired one exclaims, the very one claiming to have ‘bitten’ someone.

“I’M YOUR HOPE!” The red haired one yells, flattering for a second when he prays you don’t let out a horrifying scream again,“H-Hoseok…”

The blonde one speaks, “I’m Jimin!! It’s very nice to meet you!”

“Kim Seokjin.” He has darker hair compared to the rest and leans closer to you, “Do you happen to have a fridge by any chance?” The one that had introduced himself as Namjoon hushes him away and then apologizes to you with a smile.

“Yoongi.” The one scolding Hoseok states.

“And I’m the youngest...Jungkook.” He politely nods and then walks to stand closer to his friends.

“I’m Y/N....” You say, introducing yourself just as they did but still completely left speechless by the whole ordeal, “What...what are you guys?”

“We’re fairies!” Jimin shouts, fluttering his eyes and waving his arms.

“We’re not fairies.” Yoongi speaks up, “We’re celestial beings that work at the Magic Shop. Many people desire for something and will exchange whatever is necessary, you get us if you desire happiness.”

“Happiness….” You whisper, “So in exchange for sorrow, I get you?”

Namjoon intervenes, “A good observation but not exactly. Happiness is a very abstract and complex concept, it can vary from person to person, so our goal is to help achieve happiness for the person in their best interests. That’s why you were given our box.”

You blink, attempting for the words to seep in, “Namjoon stooop! You’re confusing her!” Taehyung says, walking over to you and placing a hand on the tip of your finger with a smile. “We’re here for you. If there’s any sorrow, we’ll make it go away.”

“Yeah, yeah!” Hoseok shouts, fluttering his finger tips, “Pain, pain go away!”

You smile at that and all of them immediately gasp, “Look guys we made her smile!” Jin exclaims and suddenly there’s a mini uproar among them, small shouts of cheer coming before you.

“Y/N L/N! You’re going to be late for school!”

Your mother exclaims from downstairs and suddenly you’re thrown into a frenzy, “Guys I have to get ready.” You wave for them to get off of your blanket and then you quickly begin to pack your bag at a tenfold speed.

“Guys let’s help Y/N!” Hoseok says, hopping onto your chair in an instant. He uses all his might to slide the books closer to you and you quickly dump them into your bag.

“Y/N, coat!” Taehyung exclaims, currently blinded by the humongous jacket covering his eyes but still managing to lift it up with his small arms.

“Thanks.” You snatch it up and slip the bag over your shoulders, eyes widening when the seven tiny individuals start running after you, “Woahh, wait a second. You can’t come with me.” You raise your hands, hissing in a low tone, “Someone will see you.”

“You’re the only one that can see us Y/N!” Jimin says, slowly climbing up your backpack before comfortably seating himself in the front open pocket, “You opened the box, so no one else can see us.”

“Yeah, it’s all good!” Taehyung exclaims, sitting himself up on your shoulder.

You hesitate for a moment but then your mother’s voice rings out once again and the thought is soon lost, “Y/N!!”

You quickly dash downstairs, the small seven beings holding on for dear life when the sudden speed causes all of them to go almost flying off and you grab yourself a chair. Plopping down on it, your vision carries you to the food on the table that’s disappearing within seconds and you quickly reach out to grab anything.

You retract your hand once you feel like you grabbed something, only to find it empty once again.

“Now this is where all the action was at!” A voice exclaims and you look down to see Jin pacing around the table accompanied by the others, hurriedly chucking a plate towards you, “Eat up Y/N.”

You stare down in disbelief, seeing a platter of pancakes, berries and syrup before you as Jin is occupied with pushing a glass of orange juice towards you. A chuckles escapes you when he seats himself comfortably at the edge of the plate, rubbing his hands together before taking a huge bite from one of the berries he’s managed to snatch.

“I’m leaving for work!” Your mother says, “Hurry off to school before you’re late!”

The girl next to you immediately turns, attempting to grab a berry from your plate but fails to realize its the same berry Jin has his hands on. She tugs on it, however Jin doesn’t seem to want to be letting go any time soon.

“What the-?” A small smile surfaces on you when she ends up dropping it and sends you a glare. Jin cheers in victory when she roughly gets up and grabs her bag, leaving in frustration.

“Y/N we need to get going!!” Taehyung says from your shoulder, tugging at your hair and pointing to the clock, “You only have 15 minutes left!”

“Oh! Uh…” You glance at the large abundance of food you had yet to indulge in, but then Jin gestures for Jimin and Jungkook to join him. They lift up something for you to snack on, “Don’t worry Y/N, we got this!” He says and you nod, snatching the handles of your bag and then grabbing onto the three of them so you don’t lose them.

Heading outside, the walk to your school was approximately ten minutes long, so you’re dashing over immediately as Jimin tosses Taehyung berries who then offers them to you. Jin manages to wrap the pancakes up carefully with Jungkook’s help and slips them into your coat pocket for later.

“How-” You huff, trying to catch your breath, “How much time do I have left??”

“Ten minutes.” Yoongi says, dragging your phone out of your pocket and seating himself on the other shoulder opposite from Taehyung. He pokes at the screen, getting it to light up and keeps telling you the time, “Nine minutes.”

Suddenly Taehyung jumps off from your shoulder, sliding down your coat and then landing on the pavement.

“Taehyung!” You shout, but he turns away and gives you a cheeky smile with a thumbs up before running off in front of you.

He yells back, “How much more time Hyung?”

“Five minutes.”

“Go, go, go!” Another voice shouts from behind you and you assume Hoseok and Namjoon are somewhere on your backpack.

You can see the school in sight, only metres away from you and Taehyung dashes inside minutes ahead of you. Moments later he comes back out, a huge grin on his face. “She hasn’t called your name yet Y/N!”

His words only help to fuel your speed now, climbing up the stairs like an olympic athlete and then pushing against the door. Skiding through the hallway, you quickly dart your eyes around you for a head count.

One - Taehyung is on the floor running beside you, Two - Yoongi is still using your phone to check the time (which reads one minute is left), Four - Jungkook and Jin are still in your arms holding on, Six - Namjoon and Hoseok are in your backpack pockets and Jimin...?

He looks up at you with a smile, nestled in comfortably in your front coat pocket.

Seven.

You enter through the front door, the teacher only beginning to call out names when your eyes dart onto the huge clock.

You made it right on time.

A relieved sigh escapes you, however this time it’s a mixture of eight voices all together when you sit down at your seat. They all slump onto your desk, some sitting down in exhaustion while some lie down.

“Y/N L/N?”

She doesn’t look at the class yet, looking straight at the door with a sigh.

“Present.”

She looks above her clipboard in surprise when the voice comes from the sea of children before her and soon her eyes land on you, “Oh? You’re on time Y/N.” She smiles at you and suddenly a surge of ecstasy surges from within you.

“I am.” You return the smile, which only grows when you hear the voices below you.

“We did it!!” Jimin says and Namjoon walks around to high five everyone, even Yoongi whose fast asleep on your desk and snatching your eraser to use as a pillow.

He then turns to you and you give him a small high five, which is really just the tip of your finger meeting his hand but he gladly accepts it.

Although you were able to make it to class on time, the rest of the day converges into utter boredom when the teacher begins explaining concepts that only have your eyes drooping down. However, this time you’re granted with something better than staring at the ticking clock in front of the classroom.

“Y/N, Y/N!” Taehyung excitedly whispers, “Look what Jungkook can do!”

You look over to Jungkook, who does a quick cartwheel that has the rest of the members cheering. He then begins to do some push-ups, which has Jimin and Hoseok climbing onto his back and you’re in awe at how effortlessly he picks them up.

“Jungkook is the youngest, right?” You whisper and Taehyung nods.

“He’s really strong!” Jungkook gets up when Jimin and Hoseok get off of him but thenJin’s voice pitches through.

“Hey! I wanted to join too…” He whines in dismay and Jungkook retaliates by picking him like he weighs absolutely nothing and you giggle when Jin protests from behind him.

“Y/N L/N.”

A stern voice draws you out from the display when the teacher’s eyes are fixated directly upon you, “Please answer the question on the board.” She taps the chalky surface with the tip of her finger and you visibly gulp, having paid zero attention to the lesson.

“R-Right..” You weakly say, raising yourself up from your seat and drowning out the voices that call out for you in concern as you walk to the front.

You stare at the board - multiple numbers scattered all over with various plus and minus signs that look like an indecipherable code to you. Taking a piece of the brittle white chalk, you tap it against the board as if you were conjuring up an answer but in reality you were attempting to figure out a way out of this.

“Pssst.” You blink your eyes, wondering where the small voice came from, “Y/N over here!”

You look down at your pocket to see Hoseok seated with a smile, before he points to the small person currently climbing his way up to your arm and hand.

Namjoon gives you a thumbs up, placing both his hands on the chalk, “Don’t worry Y/N, we got this!” He says and you smile when the chalk begins to move, streaking against the board in swirls until the final answer is all written out.

You can hear the faint tap of shoes against the floor, “Let’s see now…”

A satisfied hum is heard alongside a giant white checkmark that is left beside your answer, “You may sit down Y/N.”

A huge grin on your face when you slip back into your seat, Namjoon and Hoseok eagerly returning back to your desk as the lesson continues on.

Once you’re finally released from the confines of the classroom, you search around for a spot to sit down among the flood of students. There isn’t much to choose from, something you have to explain when seven voices are constantly pointing in different directions and whispering to each other.

“How about there Y/N?” Jungkook asks, pointing to a group of snobby girls that cause you to grimace with one look and you shake your head.

“There?” Hoseok points to a smaller and more friendly group, but you don’t know any of their names and can’t suppose you’ll even remember their faces.

“It’s alright guys, I already have a spot.” You point in the direction of your lone table, the one that’s always left unattended and ignored by passerby’s, “I’ll sit there.”

You walk over and plop your belongings down, fishing out your lunch and the extra pancakes you still had leftover from breakfast. The seven of them make themselves comfortable on the table, with your jacket being used as a favourable spot.

“Y/N?”

“Hmm?” You look at Jimin, who has his hands clasped together and is only one standing among them.

“Can you come with me for a second?”

You tilt your head at the question but still end up nodding and Jimin jumps off the table, waving at you to follow him. He brings you back to the same table Hoseok pointed you towards and you widen your eyes when Jimin jumps onto the empty seat beside one of the girls.

He pushes her bag of cookies down.

Immediately you lung forward, grasping it before it falls towards the ground and gets crushed by someone’s careless walking. Once you stand up, you notice all the girls at the table have stopped talking and have turned to look straight at you, Jimin grinning from ear to ear on the table.

“Oh thanks Y/N!” The girl says, pointing to the bag that was currently in your hands as you sheepishly pass it over to her.

“I-It’s no problem.” She smiles at you.

“Do you want to sit with us? You can even have one if you’d like.” She points to the bag and suddenly you’re stumbling on your words, seeing not only her but all these girls have this inviting expression.

“S-Sure...I just need to g-grab my stuff…” She nods and moves over to give the seat more space, before resuming to talking to her friends once again. You are left speechless, wondering if truly someone had just offered you a place next to them.

Your eyes catch onto Jimin, who is still smiling as he walks next you, “Did you....?”

“It’s nice when you help each other, isn’t it?” He says, a huge grin on his features and you chuckle.

You smile, grabbing onto your bag and the rest of the members before turning back to him, “Thanks Jimin.”

The bell rings and you head back to the classroom, eyes concentrated on the seven small members as you do a count again to make sure they’re all there. In the midst of this, you’re clueless to the view in front of you and are soon being sent backwards by the rough impact.

All seven of them go flying as you fall onto the cold ground, the contents of your bag scattering all over the floor. “I am so sorry!” The hands begin to frantically collect the fallen pencils and papers, “Are you okay?!”

“I-I’m fine.” You say, dusting of your jeans when the stranger gives you a hand and instantly you suck your breath in when you notice who you had bumped into.

There was no mistaking his brown hair or his sparklingly black eyes, you had indeed crossed paths with your school’s biggest heartthrob and the one guy all girls always had their eyes glued onto.

Park Bogum.

Words are completely lost into the void when he continues to look at you and smiles, but then it falters when you’re basically staring at him as if you can’t speak.

“Thanks for helping me. Then raise your hands to get your stuff back.” A voice whispers from your shoulder.

“Thanks for helping me. Then rais-”

“Don’t say the last part!” You flinch and instantly raise your two hands, to which Bogum softly laughs.

“Of course Y/N. I hope you’re not hurt though, you fell down pretty bad back there.”

You just nod, trying not to fall right there and then the longer he keeps talking to you.

“I’m alright.”

“And I didn’t get hurt.”

“Maybe we should hang out some time?”

Your eyes widen.

“Yeah sure! That sounds nice. There’s a soccer game going on tomorrow, do you want to come with me?”

W-Watching a s-soccer game with B-Bogum….

WARNING.

ERROR.

Y/N HAS MALFUNCTIONED.

ERROR. ERROR. ERR-

Hoseok tugs at your hair, “Come on, come onn!” He pokes your cheek, “Work with me here!”

He leans down to your ear, “I would love to. See you then.”

The life comes back into your eyes, “I-I would love to, s-see you then.”

“Now smile.”

“Awesome! See you then Y/N.” Bogum waves at you before going back to class and suddenly you have the urge to fall onto the ground and melt into a puddle.

“Don’t worry!! You did great Y/N!” Hoseok says, “And I think he’s a great guy, plus he’s really good looking.”

You softly laugh at that and Hoseok looks at you in concern when you’re still on the floor attempting to get a grasp on yourself, “Thanks.”

He smiles at you but then his eyes beam, “Oh my god, you need to get to class!” He starts wailing like a siren, “Guys, guys, we have to get back to class!”

The members instantly snap into action and urge you, which ends up with you dashing back to class with a slight bloom on your cheeks as you recall the prior events.

Getting back to class just leaves you caught up in your own daydreams, already starting to think about what going to the soccer game with Bogum will feel like as a loose smile is on your lips.

“Ooh, someone’s in love~” Hoseok sings and you blush when the seven of them cheer.

“I can’t believe I-I’m going to the soccer game with him...me and Bogum!” You press a hand against your temples, “Is that even possible?!”

“Of course it is!” Hoseok says, “We just made it possible now, didn’t we?”

The huge grin doesn’t leave your lips but then a stack of papers onto your desk.

What?

The teacher’s voice finally enters your ears again, “....take your time filling the application out, they will be handed in at the end of class.”

Application?

You read the document that goes off on a whole essay about why setting goals are important and how they’ll aid you in the future (truthfully, words you skip over after seeing the first sentence) but then it dips into setting goals about what you want to be in the future.

“What I want to be...in the future…” You mumble, chewing on your bottom lip when no answer seems to instantly hit you like it does with others when you see people already scribbling it down.

You keep mumbling, “Future...future…”

A small figure leans over the paper and attempts to read the words, “A career choice?” He questions with confused doe eyes.

“Yeah...I don’t know yet. I don’t want to choose so suddenly, you know? I don’t want to end up regretting my choice...”

It’ll be too reckless - writing something down for the sake of it and then ending up hating it.

“You don’t have to give an answer now.” Jungkook plops himself down next to the paper, “You could just leave it blank, or say you’ll still deciding.”

“But eventually I’ll need to choose something…” You sigh, “And I don’t want to be wrong about it.”

Jungkook shrugs, “You could be wrong about it. It could be something you don’t want to do at all, but it can lead you to what you actually want to do.”

He chuckles, “I didn’t like school either.”

“You went to school?” Your eyes widen and he nods.

“Before becoming a celestial. I realized after a while it wasn’t for me.” He gestures over to the members currently huddling together and laughing at a joke Yoongi said, “This was a lot more meaningful.”

The corners of your lips curl at that as your pencil traces onto the blank paper with the words ‘undecided’ carving in.

The exchange you made at the magic shop is something you had never expected yourself to do. Without it, you would continue on to live the simple life you do every single day and the endless chain of this cycle would never break.

But just like the name of the shop, the seven fairies gifted to you are pure magic.

The boring cycle continues, it doesn’t break.

However, it becomes tremendously bearable.

Each day doesn’t drag on, doesn’t feel like you want to sleep all day long and never get up, doesn’t feel like you’re spiralling towards something that’ll end up becoming meaningless.

And it’s all thanks to them.

“Hi guys, I’m back!” You gently close the door behind you and soon the sparkling beings are surrounding you.

“How did it go?!” Hoseok eagerly questions.

“It went well…” A giant smile is on your lips, “And he asked me to go to the movies with him next Saturday.”

“He did?! Score Y/N!” Hoseok jumps up and down and you laugh, before moving your eyes to another celestial being. “Yoongi are you comfortable?”

He waves you off, currently perched up on the headboard of your bed with one of your stuffed animals, “This is more comfortable than you think.”

“Y/N!” Your head spins to the other side of the room where you see Namjoon pushing a textbook towards you, “I figured out the next lesson if you want to go through it now?”

“Soon Namjoon.” You yawn, “I’m just a little tire-woah!”

You freeze when you see the three youngest members right beside your foot, “What are you guys doing down there?”

“We’re having a picnic!” Taehyung exclaims and you see one of your checkered shirts being used as a blanket. A plate of food is being dragged towards them and that’s when you spot Jin.

“Do you want to join us?” Jimin asks and you shake your head with a laugh.

“You guys enjoy, just move somewhere where I don’t accidentally step on you.”

“Aye aye captain!” Jin salutes at you and Jungkook nods, moving to push the shirt elsewhere.

You plop down onto your bed, staring at the blank ceiling again when you take in a view of the room before you. Yoongi is nestled to the side of your headboard, Hoseok runs to aid the picnic table and Namjoon sits on your desk, going through the multiple pages of the textbook with a frown on his face.

It’s astonishing that this is what the feeling was like.

Just being utterly content with yourself.

“Hey guys....”

They all turn to you at the same time, seven sets of eyes staring back at you curiously.

You softly smile.

“Wake me up in a bit?”

“One day.”

“One day?” You raise a brow, turning to Namjoon who's currently perched up on your desk.

He sadly smiles, “One day we’ll have to go.”

“Go? Go where?”

“Back to the Magic Shop.”

“Oh.” Your eyes flicker and your smile falls, “But..why?”

“Because of the exchange. Happiness for sorrow, one day the sorrow will be gone.” His gaze drops down, “And so will we.”

“That day won’t come soon right? We still have time together…”

He smiles at that, “It depends all on you. You decide when the sorrow disappears.”

“I-I…”

“It’ll have to come one day, whether you can predict it or not, but we can still make happy memories until the time comes.”

You open your mouth to say something, but it fades when you take in the weight of his words and the ultimate result that has to occur, “I’d like that.”

You turn to the six other celestial beings, all content with their places in your room and you smile at the sight.

A snap of fingers.

The room is filled with dust.

And you are sent spiralling away, puffs of purple smoke engulfing you entirely and your vision blurs for a split second, before the familiar wooden doors are placed in front of you.

You are not confused like the first time, but rather you know what the end of this was going to look like.

The door opens.

You gasp.

You had always seen them as tiny figures, ‘fairies’ that would encircle around you and voices that would call at you from different directions.

You didn’t think you would ever see the seven sets of curious eyes looking at you from the same height.

“Y/N!” They all say with smiles, holding onto you and completely submerging you into a group hug.

“Y-You guys, you’re s-so tall and-”

“You’re very short.” Jungkook says, causing everyone to laugh.

“This is…” You look behind them, seeing the faint booth you had first encountered waiting for you. “The end?”

“The exchange is completed. And we have to go…” Namjoon says, looking at you apologetically. Suddenly, everyone’s expression changes, morphing into remorse like a ripple effect.

“It’s alright.” You say, “I knew this would happen one day…”

“Y/N?” Jimin says, walking towards you. He was nearly the same height as you and seeing his full smile like this causes you to only think about how adorable he was - as a small fairie and even now. “Don’t be afraid to approach anyone if you want to be friends and if it’s still hard, toss some of their cookies onto the floor!” You laugh at that, “Take care Y/N.”

He hugs you and you don’t miss the grimace on his face as he slowly backs away.

“Be on time when you go to school. And invest in more stuffed animals...they’re nice.” Yoongi says as he holds your hands, causing a smile to resurface on your features.

“I will. Thanks Yoongi.” He gives you a satisfied nod, walking over to join Jimin.

You turn to the oldest one of the bunch, “Always. Eat. Breakfast!” He exclaims, “Promise me. Promise me right now that you will.”

“I swear I will Jin!” You say flabbergasted and he grins.

“Good, now give me a hug, will you?”

He lets you go and you turn over to the two sobbing messes before you, their tears already staining their shirts, “Guys…”

“We’ll miss you!!” They latch onto you right away and you chuckle, holding them close.

“Thanks for not letting me get bored in class. And for setting me up on a date I thought was hopeless.” Taehyung and Hoseok smile at you, causing you to wipe their tears as they slowly walk away.

You turn to the last two members, “Don’t get caught up in someone else’s dream.” Jungkook says, “Just do whatever you want to do.”

“Thanks Jungkook.” He gives you a quick hug before jogging over to Taehyung and Hoseok’s side to help them calm down.

“I guess the day had to come.”

You softly smile at Namjoon, “It had to. Thanks for warning me beforehand though.”

“I didn’t want to tell you...but it had to be said.”

He walks closer to you, “Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Even though this was an exchange...you were capable of being happy from the start, you just needed a push. You can be happy, it just needs to be on your own terms.”

You smile at that, “Can you show me?” He gestures behind him, “Show us that even without us being around you, you can still be happy?”

You nod, “I’ll show you.”

Namjoon immediately smiles at that, taking slow steps and then joining the rest of his team. The masked man in the booth opens the box and puffs are purple smoke come out, encasing each member that can only stare back at you as you do the same.

Within an instant, they disappear and your vision blanks out.

They came unexpectedly into your life, but they came with a message of solace, a message of gratitude and a message of love.

They wanted to see you happy.

You don’t let them down - finding happiness in the smallest things imaginable, you follow their steps and are reminded that you can continue living your life, even if they aren’t physically right next to you.

But that doesn’t mean life doesn’t have its own hiccups.

You dream of swirls of purple smoke, a white mask with golden swirls and a wooden booth - all conjuring up like a fantasy until you open up your eyes to view the blank ceiling again.

“Pain, pain, go away?”

Your heart hammers in your chest when you turn around with a huge grin, eyes locking onto the same set of seven eyes curiously staring back at you.

However this time they glow with huge nostalgic smiles.

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randomguywithwords · 4 years

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Thanks For The Assist Chapter 1 (Itsuka X Neito)

26/5/20 Update: Posted on AO3 with the proper edits (I hope I got them all). https://archiveofourown.org/works/24384310/chapters/58814230 . Enjoy!

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The stage meant something to Neito Monoma. It was a platform for performance, for showmanship, for bedazzling and leaving your audience awestruck. But it was also a place to wear a mask, or several. The character on the stage is not the same as the actor leaving it, no matter how dedicated they are to the role.

And as a famous playwright said, “All the world’s a stage, and the men and women merely players.”

As he walked to the test ground, he surveyed the crowd. A large ensemble cast present, all doing their own thing. Some were concentrating in silence, some looked as though they were about to breakdown (stage fright, he smirked), and others were engaged in excited conversation.

He wondered how many of those faces were masks. Perhaps the nervous-looking ones were simply trying to let their competitors’ guards down so they could upstage them in the midst of the exam. The ones chatting – he saw their masks just fine. It could not have been more plainer. All of them were thinking the same thing, Will I beat you?

Exams were like that. A cutthroat competition, and he played along. He wouldn’t be able to do anything first but watch the rest use their quirks.

His lips widened into a grin as he overheard a conversation behind him. Some side character talking about his quirk. “I can launch any object I pick up at high velocity! This test’s gonna be easy dude!”

Spinning around with invigorated interest, he gave a light slap on the guy’s back and smiled. “Dude, that’s an awesome quirk! You just gotta throw it?”

The student looked startled at first, but quickly put on his cordial mask. “Yeah!”

“Wow, I’d wish you good luck, but I don’t think you’d need it!” Monoma stroked that student’s ego, eliciting a prideful look from him. Neito could practically see the plot device’s chest inflate twice as large.

Then, as he bent down to pick up a couple of stones, he heard the buzzing of the horn. Then it was a race, as the crowd of students poured through the gates like the bulls at Pamplona, leaving Monoma behind with the slower lot.

He’d have to work out if he got in.

Dashing into an alleyway, away from the rabble, he grinned as he encountered a 3-pointer. Feeling his stolen quirk activating, his fingertips ignited with a warm feeling as the stone in his hands grew warmer with kinetic energy. With a yell, he threw his pebble straight at the robot point-blank.

And watched in a mix of horror and embarrassment as the pebble sailed just past its head, disappearing into the sky.

He had to throw another one to take it down in a shower of sparks.

“My accuracy needs work too, apparently.” He sighed as he moved on. He had around 4 minutes left on that quirk, and with luck, he could net a decent amount of points before he had to take someone else’s.

The next few minutes he spent chucking random objects at whatever robots he could find, whether they were stones or pieces of metal from the robot corpses.

As he sniped one from 20 metres away in a stroke of luck, the person who had been attacking that robot turned back to glare at him with venom. He shrugged it off. Part of the game, pal.

He heard that person shout, “Don’t steal my points, asshole!” but he was already moving on to the next.

Not very hero-like, buddy, he quipped, but didn’t say it. Then he growled in annoyance as he realised his time was running out. 10 seconds, tops.

With a last throw, the quirk ran out of time. Damn, I need another person –

And a Deus Ex Machina appeared in the form of a figure slamming a robot on the ground beside him – a figure with abnormally large hands and long orange hair tied into a ponytail. Ah, thanks.

“Sorry about this.” Neito felt awkward touching a girl, but in the heat of battle, he hoped she wouldn’t mind. He tapped her left hand (it wasn’t hard), and dashed off before she could reply.

Enlarging both his hands, he raked aside an oncoming 1-pointer and slammed another into the ground like a pancake.

Damn, this is weird to control. It’s not that much heavier, but swinging it gives too much momentum.

Could he shrink his hands down? He didn’t dare try it, for fear he couldn’t enlarge them again.

“Watch out!” He turned to see a 2-pointer barrelling towards him get punched into a building by that girl, spraying dust eveywhere.

“Thanks,” Monoma said, Point-stealer. I would’ve gotten it anyway. Gritting his teeth, he charged into another onslaught of robots. He wouldn’t lose to that side character. He was going to pass this test.

He spent the remaining time wielding his hands as weaponry before switching to another quirk, some fireball quirk. And then one that threw porcupine quills.

By the end of the exam marked by the horn, he collapsed onto the ground in exhaustion. His arms were sore, his hands were even worse, having to adapt (which was partially unsuccessful, he might add) to the quirks he’d taken. His hands were singed slightly from wielding fire, bruised from punching robots and bleeding slightly from where the quills were shot out. Not to mention the first quirk he had taken that made his arms ache.

Gratefully, he took the candy that some of the robot helpers were offering – they claimed it would help with their injuries. He watched some of the other students eat it first before munching down on his. Could be some sedative or poison.

He sighed, chuckling to himself at his overdramatisation, but it faded as he spotted a glare from the corner of his eye.

It was that person that he took the two points from. Pretending he hadn’t noticed, he closed his eyes and leaned against the wall to rest.

After waiting for a minute or two, the loudspeaker blasted Present Mic’s voice, telling them that they could leave the exam venue.

Getting to his feet, Monoma shuffled out alongside the many other tired ones, stifling a yawn. He prayed he did enough. He had lost count of his points midway through.

He was nearing the train station, trailing through a parkway when he saw a couple of familiar faces in a reflection off a dustbin. Shit, it’s those guys.

They were following him. His eyes flickered to the sides. No one, huh? That’s convenient for them. I just gotta make it to the station.

But those behind him knew it too. The footsteps sprang into a sprint as a hand latched onto him and dragged him to a stop.

“What?” Neito scowled as he faced Fireball and Guy-Who-He-Took-Points-From, and a couple more.

“We were talking, apparently you took our quirks and stole some of out points. We wanna settle the score.”

“How barbaric.” Neito said with a bored tone, incensing them into expressions of rage. I touched that guy, what’s his quirk? I don’t recognise him.

He noticed that a few of them were wearing the same uniform. Presumably they were Fireball’s goons. Classic.

“Get him.” Fireball’s orders sent the two goons to grab Neito’s arms.

Fuck, should I just use whatever quirk he has?

“Hey!” A feminine voice rang out, drawing the attention of all of them to it behind them. Monoma’s eyes widened in realisation as he placed her as that girl with big hands. “Get off him!”

“Get out of here, girl. This doesn’t concern you.” GWHTPF (Monoma abbreviated it) gave a dismissive wave.

“I already took a picture of you lot. I’ll send it to U.A if you guys don’t leave him alone now.” She held her phone up to signify her threat.

The colour drained from their faces as they quickly backed off. “Alright, alright,” Fireball said, chuckling with laced worry. “Just delete that picture, and we’ll call it even.”

The girl did a couple of taps and showed a blank photo library to them. “Done, now get out.”

They might not keep up their end of the deal, Monoma thought. Jerks like them never do.

But to his bewilderment, they actually stalked off with constricted fury in the opposite direction (all this walking just to beat me up? Neito scoffed internally), leaving just the girl and him, who helped him up.

“Thanks,” Monoma said truthfully. “I assume you have a score to settle with me as well?”

The girl frowned. “No? Why would I?”

“Those guys were pissed I stole points and their quirks during the exam.”

“I see, so that’s your quirk? You take other people’s quirks?” She pocketed her phone. Before he could respond, she followed up, “Are you heading to the station too?”

“Yeah.” The two continued down the path. “To both questions, but I don’t take them. I just borrow them for a short while.”

“I see.” She pouted. “I thought I met someone with a similar quirk to mine. I’m slightly disappointed.”

Neito chuckled. “Sorry to disappoint. My name’s Neito Monoma, by the way.”

“Itsuka Kendo.” She gave a smile, and Neito was confused to see that it wasn’t a mask. Was she always this friendly to strangers?

“So you took some of their points?” Itsuka’s question sounded more like an interrogation.

“Well, y’know, it’s part of the exam.” He shrugged. “I’m desperate.”

“Fair enough, I suppose,” She said. Neito studied her expression. She looked like she had something to say, but didn’t.

“Your quirk was the hardest to get used to, though. I have no clue how you do it,” Neito said, changing the subject.

Itsuka rubbed her head bashfully. “Yeah, it took me a while to learn how to use it well. Hope you enjoyed the trial run.”

“Does that mean there’s a subscription?” Neito joked.

“Well, if we both pass the exam and become classmates, it could be,” Itsuka replied with a cheeky smile, just as they reached the station.

“Fingers crossed. Good luck then. I hope you pass.” Neito said. “I’m, uh, going this way.” He jerked a finger behind him.

“Ah, ok then, I’m going on the opposite line. Good luck to you too, Monoma!” Itsuka gave a last wave as her train arrived. Then she boarded it, leaving Monoma on his side of the platform, and with the realisation that he meant what he had said.

Fingers crossed.

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Ĭ am way too tired to edit this, so I apologise for any grammar or spelling errors. It’s 2am and I’m gonna go sleep. But I wrote this to get rid of my writer’s block, and honestly I really like this and it might become a full story. I’ll do some more planning and see how this turns out.

Really like this ship, originally I was hoping for some Monoma X Kodai (but I just really like Kodai’s character). Maybe ItsuYui? Dunno. I’ve never tried writing an FxF full story. I’m nervous writing from a female perspective, since, you know, I’m a guy. So, idk.

Hope you guys liked this piece. I’d appreciate it if you had any feedback.

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha fanfiction #bnha fanfic #mha fanfic #mha fanfiction #itsuka kendo #bnha itsuka #monoma x kendo #monokendou #monoma #neitomonoma #mha neito #bnha neito #mha itsuka #neito monoma #bnha shipfic

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starblazerm31 · 4 years

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Get To Know Imalia

Answers from the Get to Know My Character list by @forsakenoathkeeper concerning my Arcana/Slayers OC Imalia Gabriev. Things to know:

Imalia is NOT the apprentice from the Arcana storyline. That is Azalea.

Imalia was Azalea’s original Master and mentor in the ways of magic.

Imalia has known Asra since he was 11.

Below the cut, since is really long! 18+, please!

01. What does your character’s name mean? Did you pick it for the symbolism, or did you just like the way it sounded?

Imalia doesn't have a meaning that I'm aware of, and actually, my boyfriend came up with it. Imalia used to be named Lina because she is in a Slayers crossover fic. She's the descendant of Lina Inverse, and she was originally named after that character. My boyfriend thought she should have a more unique name, so he came up with Imalia. "Mal" for short.

02. What is one of your character’s biggest insecurities? Are they able to hide it easily or can others easily exploit this weakness?

Imalia is insecure about what others would think if they knew she carried a nightmare goddess inside her. Good luck trying to exploit it...Lon is good at turning situations to the absolute worst. Asra and Azalea took it pretty well, so she seems to have nothing to worry about. At the moment.

03. What would be their favorite physical trait about themselves?

Imalia loves her muscular arms. Her way of using magic utilizes physical strength as well as willpower, so she's pretty built. She loves flexing her biceps and watching others go wide-eyed.

04. What are their favorite traits about their lover? (one psychological and one physical)

Imalia adores Asra's curiosity. He's like her, always looking for answers to impossible questions. (she would like to think that she had something to do with this trait of his, but she knows better). As for physical, she loves that divot where Asra's neck meets his collarbone. She kisses that spot hundreds of times each day.

05. Are they sexually confident or more of the shy type?

Imalia is extremely sexually confident. She knows what she likes, and she knows how to make him cum. The only question is exactly how out of breath does she want to leave him.

06. Do they have any hobbies that their lover finds unusual, odd, or otherwise annoying?

Asra isn't too keen on how Imalia likes to go raid bandit camps and rob them blind. He finds it a bit rude.

07. Is there a catchphrase or sound that they tend to make a lot (likely without being aware of it)?

"Fuck this fucking fuckery."

08. What is, perhaps, their biggest flaw? Are they aware of this or oblivious to it?

Her biggest flaw is also her greatest strength. Her overconfidence. With her magic, she has to hold to "I think therefore I am." If she thinks she can do it, she actually can do it. But sometimes she can't. And those are frightening times for her. She is aware yet oblivious. It's just who she is.

09. Do they have a favorite season? What about a favorite holiday?

For the season, Imalia loves summer. She loves the heat and the rain. As for holiday...her favorite is any one where she can get drunk.

10. Is your character more feminine or masculine?

Masculine. Her appearance is quite feminine, but her persona might as well be a boisterous man. She treats Asra like a man would treat a woman, and he doesn't complain at all. She makes him feel precious and wanted, protected and loved. Respected and revered. And he's completely comfortable letting her top him most of the time. ^_~

11. What is something that would make your character fly into a rage?

Say/do anything negative towards Asra or Azalea. She will HARM you.

12. Is there some particular talent, skill, or attribute that they simply could not give up?

She could not live without her “Tea and Cookies” spell. It's a summoning spell where she summons a platter of Orange Pekoe tea, shortbread cookies, and two cups. The tea and cookies heighten clarity of thought.

13. What are your character’s sleeping habits? Heavy or light sleeper? Blanket stealer? One that always rolls onto the floor? Pushes their lover onto the floor? Sleep talker or walker?

Imalia sleeps like the dead, even though she's actually being tormented in her dreams. At least she doesn't scream and thrash...damn Lon...

14. Do they live alone or with family? How do they feel about their family/roommates?

She lives in her estate with her servant Ben Du Vos and his daughter Avery. She loves them as if they were her actual family since Ben has been serving her family since before she was born. Avery is just cool as hell and very utilitarian. Mal made Avery her personal assistant, and Avery became very good at acquiring hard to get reagents and ingredients. Asra has been known to take advantage of this a time or two. Avery doesn’t mind, especially if it means she will get to see Muriel. x3

15. Is there a certain person in this world that they cannot stand? The very mention of this person’s name makes them tremble with anger or fear.

Lucio. Imalia and Lucio were a couple for three years, once upon a time. It was the only time Imalia ever doubted every single thing she did. Lucio had a bad habit of taking credit for everything amazing that Imalia did, and so she started to feel like part of the furniture. So she left. (In Lucio’s Route) When she learned that Lucio and Azalea were together, she thought she was going to go insane. But he made Azalea happy, so she kept her venom at a minimum. But she watched him like a hawk.

16. Is your character the athletic type or more of a couch potato? What are some sports/games that they like?

Athletic. Imalia loves rock climbing, swimming, wrestling, competitive combat magic, and chess. Yes, chess counts as a physical sport to her, because when she plays you have to do push-ups every time one of your pieces is taken.

17. Does your character have dreams of getting married and/or having children?

Perpetuating her family's bloodline is extremely important to Imalia, so of course, she wants to have children at the very least. But when she and Asra finally got together, the dreams of marriage flared up like the sun.

18. What kind of home would they want to live in? Where would they place this abode?

She already has an amazing home. Her estate is spacious, magically protected, and is situated far enough out of the city to where you can see the stars unhindered. Plus she is near the people she loves most.

19. Would your character be the kind to get into fights? (physical or verbal) Would they be a good fighter or cave in rather easily?

Oh yes. Imalia loves a good fight. The more opponents, the better. She is a superior combat mage, so she's going to win most of the time.

20. Does your character like animals? What are some of their favorite animals? Would they want pets? What about mythological creatures?

Imalia loves animals. She is very partial to birds. Her familiar is a phoenix named Balthazaar. Balth is stubborn as hell, and he hates "burning day," the day he is supposed to die and rise from the ashes. He will just draw it out, and start looking worse and worse each passing day. You can usually hear Mal in her study yelling "Just die, Balth, you'll feel better afterward!! Look, you're molting burning feathers all over my expensive maps!!"

21. What is one of your character’s biggest fears? How would they react when dealing with this fear?

She is afraid that Lon will go against their contract and kill not only Imalia, but her loved ones as well and trap them forever in her realm of torture. She keeps this fear to herself because she really doesn't want to make her loved ones afraid of her.

22. What kind of tattoos, piercings, birthmarks, freckles, and other such unique physical features do they have?

Imalia is covered head to toe with invisible magical tattoos that flare up when she utilizes them. They are various swirling designs and arcane symbols. She has two visible magical tattoos, one on each hip. One is her keys (a big honking keyring with around 20 keys on it), and the other is a jeweled Flask of Requirement (it makes any drink she needs. It has actually made Lime Gatorade for her before; she HATES the taste but likes how it makes her feel better). She touches the tats, and the object they display appears in her hand. If she loses the object, it reappears on her skin within 24 hours. Her basic vanity tattoo is her family crest on her left shoulder. She has nine facial piercings. Four rose gold studs over each eyebrow, and one rose gold labret piercing. She also has pierced earlobes. Each piece of jewelry she wears is enchanted.

23. What is your character like when it comes to school? What subjects are they good/bad at? Do they get in trouble a lot or are well behaved?

Imalia thrives at school. She is a certified genius and teaches once a week at Prakra's Magical University. She is well behaved for the most part, but very eccentric.

24. In their own words, how would your character describe what their lover is like?

"Asra is the star that always guided me, but was always too far out of reach. Until one day it floated from the sky and landed in my adoring palm."

25. Is there something traumatic from your character’s past that greatly affects them even to this day?

Her father's death during the Red Plague. She misses his advice and boundless love. She misses his boisterous laugh and the loud sound of his footsteps throughout the estate. She misses having him in her corner no matter what.

26. What is their lover like sexually? How do they feel about their lover’s quirks, needs, etc?

Asra is a switch and Imalia is totally fine with it. She is mostly a dom herself, but when Asra just HAS to dom her, she is more than happy to oblige him. Anything he needs, she will provide. He needs to be pegged? She will just magically grow a dick and give every inch to him. He needs to be treated like a princess? Well lay right down love, and let me get to work. He needs to rail her from behind until she sees stars? Let's go for this constellation! He needs a slow long fuck that leaves him breathless? How many times would you like to cum, darling?

27. If your character was going to get arrested, what would be the most likely reason for it?

Public disturbance, destruction of property, magical assault. >:) "What, officer, that guy was BEGGING me to blow up his store."

28. If your character became a celebrity, what would they be famous for?

Well...she kind of is a celebrity in her home country of Sairuun (Say-Roon). She's a princess. She's famous for that, as well as surviving a mass assassination attempt on her whole family (the whole reason she lives in Vesuvia and not Sairuun; her entire family minus her cousin and her parents were killed; got to make sure at least one survives). But her main claim to fame in Sairuun is the fact that she can cast the exact same spells as her famous ancestor, Lina Inverse. Once a year, during the Festival of Inverse, she casts a Dragon Slave for the whole kingdom to watch. From the safety of a mountain.

29. What is one of the most courageous things your character has ever done for a loved one?

She allowed herself to be possessed by the Lord of Nightmares in order to save the life of her cousin, Queen Dreen Suval of Sairuun. Dreen had been possessed by the remnants of Dark Star, a horrid monster of god-like power. The only thing that could defeat him was his creator, the Lord of Nightmares. Imalia called upon Lon to save Dreen, and Lon decided to take up permanent residence inside Imalia until Lon could create a new body for herself. The mother of all monsters lives in Mal because Mal couldn't let her cousin be destroyed.

30. When it comes to the arts (music, film, theater, etc), what does your character like?

Imalia LOVES music. She loves to tour Vesuvia and find all of the street performers. She and Asra have had some of the best dances to the music of the streets.

31. Would your character be the kind capable of killing? Would they enjoy killing or only use it when necessary or, perhaps, refuse to kill no matter what?

Not even going to lie. Mal is a killer. She kills, and doesn't feel bad for it. She won't kill needlessly, but if the person/thing has done some horrible stuff...bitch misused their gift of life and has to die.

32. If your character’s lover offered to take them out on a dream date, what would they want to do?

Go to the library in Sairuun and spend all day perusing the tomes.

33. If your character wanted to be alone, where would they go?

Imalia can teleport anywhere she wants to within a specific distance, and she has a portal to take her anywhere farther. If she needs to be alone, she will usually go to the seaside of Vesuvia, outside of the city.

34. Does your character have favorite foods? (breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert, snacks, etc)

She loves hot pot. A big ol sizzling bowl full of seafood and savory vegetables.

35. Is your character afraid of death? If they got to choose how to die, how would they want to go?

Imalia definitely doesn't want to die. But if she has to, she would want it to mean something. Save someone she loves. Make a change. Tear a hole in the fabric of reality. Anything that would scream "I WAS HERE, DAMMIT AND I DID WELL!"

36. Does your character have any medical conditions? Are they serious or minor? Do they affect their day to day life?

Not really, but whenever she uses Lon's power she ends up vomiting charcoal for a little while since her power literally burns Mal up from the inside out. However, she won't die from it, since Lon would die with her.

37. What are some of your character’s pet peeves? What are some things that annoy them or disgust them?

She HATES controlling parents. If she sees a parent helicoptering their child, she will either scream them deaf or storm from the room.

38. What kind of weather does your character like? Cloudy skies, rainy days, sunshine, etc?

A rainy day followed by glorious sunlight. She can really feel the sun giving her power on those days.

39. When people look at your character, is there some assumption they might make about them just by appearance? Is that assumption correct?

She looks mischevious. Yes. She very much is.

40. Does your OC have any guilty pleasures they enjoy? Hobbies, past times, music, etc that they wouldn’t want known by others?

She actually loves to dress up for parties and balls. She knows she has a great body and she does like to flaunt it.

41. Does your character’s family affect your character in any way?

YES. Mal's mother Narsa was a tiger mom and outright abused Mal when she was young. To Narsa, Mal's one duty was to marry someone important. She didn't need any other goal than that. If Mal couldn't sit still or carry herself exactly the way Narsa wanted, Narsa would strike Mal's fingers with a reed. She broke Mal's fingers several times, and Mal did require magical surgery to correct improper bone healing in her hands. As a result, Imalia didn't have any real self-confidence for a long while. And Mal's father didn't help since he bowed to the whims of his wife. Dating Lucio had been just to please her mother, and after that ended Mal finally told her mother off and left to pursue her own dreams of attending Prakra's University. Mal's father and mother divorced shortly after that.

42. Is there anything in your character’s past that they regret, haunts them, or they wish they could change?

She wishes she could have stopped the Plague before it took hold in Vesuvia. Losing both her father and Azalea tore her heart apart. Even after Asra brought Azalea back, Imalia still regretted her father's passing and will apologize to his portrait randomly.

43. Does your character have a switch that changes aspects of their personality whether they are around friends, family, etc. Is there someone who gets to see their true self?

When visiting her cousin Dreen in Sairuun, Imalia tends to be prim and proper, very diplomatic. When the two of them are alone, they throw all pretention to the wind and curse and drink and smoke and imbibe...substances. Dreen is her oldest and dearest friend, and Imalia is so glad that they are also related. However, her true vulnerable self is only seen by Azalea. The part of her that questions herself and where she is going in life. The part that misses and loves so deeply that it hurts. Azalea is Imalia's soul mate, even though they aren't romantically involved.

44. Is there a particular event that would emotionally devastate your character?

If Azalea were to die again. Imalia would not be able to handle it. She would seclude herself from everyone and swear off all magic forever.

45. Is your character the kind to hide their true emotions or do they wear their heart on their sleeve?

Imalia hides her true feelings. When she realized that she was in love with Asra, she kept it locked up tight inside. She's good at putting on a front and will suffer the consequences indefinitely. True feelings give others power over you, and since she has a fucking nightmare goddess inside her, that would be devastating. But she will eventually come to terms with her feelings and express them.

46. What is some random affectionate thing that your character always does to their lover?

Whenever she passes Asra, she will trail a finger down the center of his back. She loves how it gives him goosebumps every single time.

47. Is your character outgoing? Would they be the leader of the friend group, or the quiet one that gets dragged along?

She's the leader, no mistake. She's the one doing the dragging and the one that everyone looks to when shit turns south.

48. Is there anything in particular that would ignite your character’s jealousy? Or does your character not get envious?

If Lucio ogled Asra. She would get right in Lucio's face and hiss "You want to keep those eyes, goat boy?" Other than that, she's not jealous. Asra loves her and that is enough.

49. What is something that your character has nightmares about? Are these frequent? Do they heavily affect your character’s mood?

Every time Imalia sleeps she has the worst nightmares due to Lon. Lon can't control Imalia in any way, as per the terms of their contract. However Imalia's sleep is Lon's playground, and she does every cruel and horrendous thing you can think of to her. Yes, even that.

50. If your character confessed love to their crush, boyfriend, girlfriend, etc, what would they say?

"Asra, you are my starlit sky, my fresh Spring rain, my guiding light. Without you, my heart aches so much I can't bear it. You calm my mind, refresh my energy, and stay my hand when it wishes to strike. I love you. I love you SO. DAMN. MUCH."

#imalia gabriev #the arcana asks #character asks #the arcana oc #slayers oc #the arcana #the arcana asra

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Villain! Deku au; chapter nineteen: A Glimpse

If being paired together wasn’t bad enough for Bakugou and Todoroki, the smog that polluted the air diminished their visibility and made it hard to breathe. The heterochromatic boy had picked up one of the Class B students, Kosei Tsuburaba, who had collapsed mid-scare. Bakugou cursed as he could have sworn that he saw that tree before, or was he just losing a his mind from this thick fog? “Do you think the villains did this, too?” they both had seen the smoke rising from the tops of the trees. ‘No, this was a quirk that their allies had released to hinder their battle capabilities! How could he overlook the quirk that clearly no one on their side had!’ the blonde bit back the retort, not wanting to waste what little air he did have. “I hope the others are doing okay, but there isn’t much we could to do help them…” the gas made his thoughts swirl, so he was talking to try and keep his sanity. Bakugo hated it; it reminded him too much of Midoriya’s mumbling. He could still recall that unreadable expression on his face as he jumped. The exhausted boy standing in the subway. What had happened? What did it all mean? “We should get back to the facility, since this test of courage isn’t important anymore,” saying the smallest things, “Ragdoll was at the midway point, so she should have this area covered.” It pissed Bakugou off. How dare this bastard remind him of a memory he worked so hard to repress. Hadn’t Midoriya died? Was he just some sick joke haunting Katsuki at the most random times. “Don’t give me orders,” he snapped, trying not to think about the weak smile of the useless hero-wannabe. A person? “We were one of the first ones out-” if not the first, so there shouldn’t be anyone in the path, right? That apparently wasn’t true, looking at the creep in front of them. Todoroki was uneasy; there was just something about this guy that he didn’t like. That something happened to be everything, but his aura, his stature, hell, the very idea of him just seemed to send a shiver down his spine. “Pretty, pretty,” he loomed over something that the boys couldn’t see from their positions. “I gotta work, work, work, but I don’t wanna leave it,” he was clearly in a dilemma over this object that he found. “Tokoyami and Shouji!” Todoroki just barely recalled the pair leaving before them. Neither of the two had paid much attention to the groups, so it was no wonder that it took them so long to figure out. “Alluring flesh, blind me no longer. I need to get to work,” Moonfish hadn’t heard the boys behind him, being so wrapped up in his obsession, until they spoke loudly and clearly. “With this psycho on the loose? There’s no way I’m not engaging,” Bakugou hissed. A chance to protect his classmates and get his mind off of his childhood friend that’s existence was clouded in mystery? Hell yeah!

Regret was almost instant. His weird teeth quirk had both range and strength. Bakugou couldn’t get close enough to land a blow, narrowly dodging the blades. He continued to charge forward, looking for any opening. Todoroki, however, was getting quite annoyed with his partner, having to always throw up a guard when dodging was completely out of the question. Maladay’s voice called out: “The students are the targets! Fight back if you must, but don’t engage otherwise!” Moonfish didn’t really want to be here. He quite disliked fighting and was quite attached to chaining up corpses from his kills, but fighting? There were just too many ways to mess up the pretty flesh that he loved looking at. “We are the targets, don’t you get it?” the gas was way to flammable for Bakugou to have any input in this fight, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to carry Tsuburaba’s unconscious body. “Fight back, don’t fight back- make up your damn minds!” he charged forward, “Fuck it! Fighting is our only option!” Bakugou rushed forward, a spark ready in his hands. Moonfish had heard his obvious battle cry, sending a tooth his way. The blonde barely dodged it, watching a wall of ice emerge from the ground. Moonfish had heard that, too, the cackling that the ice made before it shot up. He hated the split haired boy’s quirk. Ice was cold. It didn’t feel good. He hated it. He wanted meat. Meat was warm. Flesh was pretty. He wanted meat now. The two hero trainees were arguing about Moonfish’s credibility. He had been on death row and back again; two lousy kids didn’t matter. They weren’t kids, per say, more like bags of meat with pretty, perfect flesh keeping that meat together. “An explosion would start a massive fire, you know that, right? It could kill all of us,” Todoroki knew that Bakugou wasn’t stupid, but he was doubting his knowledge, seeing how revved up for a fight the blonde was. His stance was open and his fists raised, legs bent as if he was about to lunge. “I’m not a dumbass!” his partner doubted that. Moonfish didn’t care, digging his teeth into the ground, trying to find that warm blood he craved.

Deku had no regrets leaving Kota where he was as the villain trudged through the thick underbrush. He searched the forest for a target, not wanting his only action to be defeating Muscular and saving a kid that wasn’t even from his team. He stepped through the forest, his eyes catching a dust of frost that most likely belonged to that Todoroki kid. It would be best not to engage with someone like that just yet; he wanted to save the strong ones for when he put on a show. He felt a wave of pure negativity wash over him. Good, it was someone easy to manipulate. The screams got louder and louder until they were ringing in his ears. There were two distinct screams; that of the boy and that of the beast. Deku debated how to get the beast’s attention, feeling sorry for the boy caught inside the black abyss. Just as the shadowy head was about to jerk his way, Deku felt himself being pulled down. Shoji tried to calm his breath, just barely catching the kid before Tokoyami noticed. Not recognizing the silhouette, the boy thought it was a Class 1-B kid, but, looking closer, he realized that assumption was wrong; he just saved a villain. Deku felt all of the fear that the six armed boy- Shoji- had been feeling. He felt the regret and sorrow. “Your friend has lost control, huh? Since his quirk resembles a shadow, I’d say his weakness is light, right?” a moral dilemma fell upon Shoji’s shoulders. Surely he couldn’t just tell this person- a villain- his friend’s weakness! However, he might need to if either of them wanted to get out alive. “I think I know where we can find some light,” Deku spoke absentmindedly. He was almost certain that the frost belonged to the half-fire, half-ice boy, so if he could just get the guy to use his quirk and calm the morphed shadow- Tokoyami, if he recalled the hero beside him’s memories. “What do you mean?” just how much did this villain boy know? Shoji immediately cursed himself for being too loud, attracting Dark Shadow’s attention. Deku pushed the hero student over to avoid being hit with a devastating blow. “We need to hurry! Now! Are you going to follow me or let yourself get killed?” heroes and villains were titles that didn’t matter at the moment; the only titles that had significance in that moment were dead or alive. Not-Tokoyami was already preparing his next shot. Shoji had no choice but to believe the boy, even if he was a villain. “Do you want your friend here to be a murderer?” Deku hissed, manipulating the hero student so easily. Shoji couldn’t let Tokoyami deal with the pain of having a dead on his shoulders. There might not actually be any light up ahead, but it beat staying where they were.

Moonfish didn’t look the brightest knife in the crayon box, but the creep could fight. He used his unusual quirk to fuel his desire for flesh. It was just their luck that the classroom pretty boys were up against a powerful pervert. Both being much too socially awkward to talk to other people, it was no wonder that they couldn’t talk to each other. They were running out of time and ideas fast. Both boys were dazed as an unexpected saviour showed up. Dark Shadow was violent and wild, attacking haphazardly and just angry at the world. “He’s out of control. I’ll light a fire-” Todoroki began, but Bakugou cut him off. “Don’t, not yet,” this was the best thing that could have happened to them. Deku and Shoji ran, catching the attention of Moonfish as well. “Meat! Mineeee! No, no no!” the creep was clearly disgruntled; he hated kill stealers, like the ominous shadow before him. His dagger teeth shot forward, “I will slice up their bodies! Me! Only me!” he yelled. However, that didn’t work for Dark Shadow, with Tokoyami’s fighting desire to not hurt his friends, along with Dark Shadow’s defiance, “Don’t order me around, weakling!” Dark Shadow screeched, tossing Moonfish around as it crushed him in a shadowy grip. “See that?” Bakugou pointed out; it was a good thing and cool as hell, but even he was terrified at the moment. The boys who were once so still jumped forward; Todoroki igniting his hand and Bakugou sparking his palms. Tokoyami fell to the ground in an instant as Dark Shadow recoiled from the light. “Oi!” Bakugou yelled before Tokoyami had a chance to spew nonsense about how sorry he was or how much stronger he needed to be. Bakugou had eyes on the one trying to get away. Shoji would admit that he was about to let the villain go; he couldn’t find himself viewing the green haired boy, whose name he didn’t know, as a villain after everything he did. Todoroki sent a wave of ice towards the figure running away. Deku dodged easily, jumping into the light where the hero students could see him, “Good evening,” he smirked. None of them could move. Tokoyami was trying to keep his emotions in check. Shoji was shocked that the male could make a face like that, despite the fire in his eyes when he was convincing Shoji; “Do you want your friend to be a murderer?” it still stuck in his mind. Todoroki immediately noticed the face of the boy who barged into his waiting room, who reassured him that his fire was his own. Bakugou looked at a face he hadn’t seen in what felt like forever.

Asui and Uraraka were just up the path from where the boys were, facing quite the enemy. Toga bubbled, seeing two cute girls within her grasp. She managed to sneak up on the cute brunette girl, cutting her arm. Asui took stance to protect her friend, “Are you alright, Ochako?” she wanted to make sure. Toga had such terrible luck with finding people to drain, but her luck had changed! She found two cute girls. Examining her knife, however, soured her mood slightly, “It’s so shallow, not good, not good,” she whined. “Who just runs at someone with a knife? What’s wrong with you”” that was a stupid question on the girl’s part, obviously they were in a fight with a villain, and there were many things wrong with the blonde in front of them. Toga, however, wasn’t listening, “I’m Toga! You two are adorable!” she beamed, not quite understanding the true concept of an enemy. “Urakawa and Asui!” surely if she demonstrated that she knew their names, the girls would be less alert, though Toga had a bit of a lisp when speaking. “To think I used to have to make a biiig wound and slurp you up!” she was never taught how to filter her words, when to say things, when not to say things, so she kept talking, “But down I just need a kiss and it sucks it up for me!” Her costume was such an upgrade compared to what she originally had to go through. The girls yelled as Toga charged at them once more. Asui wrapped her tongue around her friend and threw Uraraka far enough to get a bit of leverage. “Get to safety! Just because we can fight doesn’t mean Aizawa wants us to!” she yelled- her mistake. Toga saw the opening as broad as day, throwing a knife dead at the girl’s extended tongue. Uraraka’s “Stay safe, Tsuyu,” was pretty useless, seeing as her friend got hurt the moment she said it. What it did do, however, was bring joy to Toga’s face. Tsuyu! That sounded so cute she just couldn’t help repeat it, “Tsutsu! Tsutsu! That’s s cute! I wanna call you Tsutsu, too!” she beamed. “Only my friends can call me that!” Asui’s meaning and Toga’s interpretations were two entirely different things. “So we’re friends, now? Great!” for obvious reasons, Toga didn’t have any friends. She was far too much of a sociopath to understand true “love.” However, the blonde wasn’t dumb to battle strategies. She saw Asui leaping forward and threw her vial like a dart, catching the cute loops in the green haired girl’s style. “Tsuyu!” Uraraka saw her friend being pinned to a tree as she was trying to run away. Of course, she immediately turned around. “You’re bleeding, Tsutsu! How cute! You really are adorable!” Toga had no indication of boundaries, and Asui was getting pretty tired of it. The scene felt off as Asui looked into Toga’s gleaming, terrifying eyes. Her face was only getting closer and closer, and twelve feet away was too close her Asui’s tastes. “Get away from her!” Uraraka yelled, charging towards Toga. The blonde didn’t worry too much about technique, throwing her knife forward, knowing that the chances of the brunette dodging that were slim. However, Uraraka had no intention of dodging that. ‘Grab their wrist and the back of their neck, while pivoting to a blind spot. Push down as hard as you can, and then pull their arm up their back:’ it was what she learned at her internship with Gunhead. “Can you tie her up with your tongue, Tsuyu? Assuming it doesn’t hurt to badly” Uraraka knew that the chances of her holding this were slim. Asui was in awe of her friend, despite looking like the human adaptation of a puppy, she could turn almost terrifying in an instant. “You’re amazing!” she had to gush before helping the girl out, “Just give me a minute.”

Toga said the first thing that came to mind, “Spectacular is a girl in love~” she cooed, recalling something she had heard back on the streets, “You’re in love aren’t you?” Toga loved distracting her opponents and having conversations with cute girls, so this was a win-win! “I get it, I get it, I’m a girl too~ You’re probably thinking about them right now!” even if she wasn’t, she was now. Though Uraraka couldn’t think of anyone like that, surely the blonde didn’t mean her friends. “You think about them, act like them! Don’t you just wanna be like them? Do what they do; live how they live! Thirst is unquenchable! Until, before your eyes, you take over that person; you are them!” people typically can’t handle the things that go on in Toga’s mind- it was why she liked Deku so much. The blonde knew that her words creeped people out, so, if she kept talking, their guard would go down. “Do you have a type? I do! I like people who smell like bloodshed and look like a fight! I just can’t help it when I look at their mangled bodies as I chop them up! They’re so fun, hey, Ochako?” The brunette was to disturbed to notice the small shifts as the blonde talked. Her needle found its way to Uraraka’s thigh, “Gulp, gulp,” she cooed. “Ochako!” Asui’s tongue rushed to her friend’s side when she saw the the stab wound, since she was still stuck to the tree.

Shoji, Todoroki, Tokoyami, and the unconscious Tsuburaba broke through the tree line. “Everyone!” Asui called out. Toga pushed the brunette off and started for the woods. “I don’t feel like dying tonight, so I’ll say bye bye!” she bounded off to find weaker prey. “Are you two okay?” Shoji stepped forward. Asui helped Uraraka up, “Yeah, we’re find, but what about you guys?” the brunette spoke up. “We were chasing a villain- well, Bakugou was,” Tokoyami spoke up, the only one who could truly view the green haired male as a villain. “Then where are they?” Asui spoke up, not seeing Bakugou or this supposed villain. “They weren’t that far ahead of us…” Todoroki swore he had just seen the violent blonde locks two seconds before they broke the tree line.

((Once again I apologize. I might not be able to link the following chapters))

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==> You are now the Samhain Spirit

[THINGS] [HEADCANONS] [THREADS] [ASKS]

BIO:

The Basics:

Name: Lyndyn Beuchu

Trollhandle: vitalHarvest [VH]

Age: Looks 12.92 sweeps (28 years); real age is unknown

Gender: Female (she/her)

Blood: ???

Hemoloyalty: 0/10 will eat you alive

Height: 5′10″

Wriggling day: October 31 (Scorpio)

Power (if applicable): Soul stealer

Disabilities: Emotionless zombie

Occupation: Trinket shop keep

Lusus: Wolfhound

Introvert/Extrovert: Introvert

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Emotes: None

Quirk example: “The quick brown fox jumpz over the lazy dog.“

Personality:

Lyndyn is the kind of troll who will have that hundred yard stare pretty much 24/7. She has lived through many life times, and seeing everyone live and die, it becomes emotionally tolling when she can’t experience the same thing. Watching friends… and quadmates live and die, it wore her down to the point of becoming void of almost all emotion.

Backstory

Lyndyn doesn’t know much of how she became to be, or more really doesn’t care anymore. She has lived for countless of sweeps, and has lost all touch to the other people around her. All she knows is, that she had been cursed to reap souls at the end of the autumn equinox in order to continue her own life.

In her normal life, she runs a spiritual shop filled with trinkets to sell to whoever is in need of some help with certain things in their own life. Whether it be gems, certain herbs, or trinkets to bring luck or love, Lyndyn is the one who people go to for their needs.

When it comes around the time of the autumn equinox (Halloween) she becomes restless, aggressive, and unpredictable. Within the week, she gathers victims who she finds to be good souls and sacrifices them to the spirits and absorbs their life essence in order to continue her own life.

Quadrant sexuality:

Pansexual

Quadrants:

Matesprit:

Moirail:

Auspistice:

Kismesis:

#lyndyn bio #long post #cherry.picked

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scenerp · 4 years

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WELCOME TO CHICAGO !!

. . . . . P O P U L A T I O N; you.

scene stealers is a relaxed, no word count roleplay. we are a jcink premium community set in the beautiful city of chicago, illinois! our goal is to provide our members with a long lasting community where they can create life-like characters and build a vibrant world for them to live in. we are lgbtq+ and poc friendly, and the foundation our roleplay is built upon is to be a long lasting, comfortable, safe space where everyone feels welcome!! interested? well, you're in luck ... for the scene has just begun .... ready, action!!

hello scene stealers!

we're diving right into day five of buzz with a rapid fire development challenge. this will be going on alongside our existing development challenge, which is is still chugging right along. the staff has been enjoying reading everyone's development posts thus far, so keep up the good work!! as we just announced our member groups, which we hope everyone enjoyed, we thought we'd make the prize for this challenge one of our lovely premium member groups. win the challenge and you may redeem one premium member group assigned to the account of your choice on open. as with the regular challenge, there will be two overall winners to this challenge. one chosen by lottery based on number of entries . . . . and one scene stealer chosen by content posted who will win both a free premium member group but also 250 points deposited to the account of their choosing on opening. exciting, right? now, for the terms of the rapid fire development challenge. the time frame in which you may submit to the challenge will be starting now 12AM CST til tomorrow 11/06/19 at 12AM CST at which point submissions for the RF development challenge will no longer be accepted, entries will be sorted / judged, and winners will be declared. posts made towards the regular development challenge will not count towards the rapid fire development challenge, as the rapid fire has very specific prompts you have to post to. however, posts made to the rapid fire development challenge will count as +4 points towards the regular development challenge as long as they are tagged correctly / listed in your development tracker / made within the window of time in which we are running the rapid fire development challenge. there are three prompts for this challenge. the first, and the easier of the two, is stats. no, i don't mean stats like the horrible math class some of us took in high school (and again in college), i mean stats as in character stats. stats are an essential part of every dungeons and dragons character sheet, and since we have a dungeons and dragons themed member groups we thought we would challenge you to create a stats sheet for your character. your stats are as follows:

strength, dexterity, constitution, intelligence, wisdom, charisma

for the purpose of the development challenge, assume all of your characters are lvl 1, which means the highest their stats can go is 20 . . .but the likelihood of actually having a 20 is low. most stats you'll see a range from 13 - 16 points. a 13 on strength would mean the character is on the weaker side, a 16 on strength would mean the character is on the stronger side. to understand stats, here is a lovely stats guide using tomatoes. typically, with d&d, you'll roll for stats. the staff here at scene stealers isn't going to make you get that complicated. simply, assign stats to your character based on what you think would be the most accurate. if your character is a gym monkey, obviously, they'd have a high strength stat. just be reasonable, folks, don't give your character an 18 in everything ... because, well, reasons. you can get as creative or as simple as you would like with this development challenge. there are psds floating around there specifically for stats list. or, you can create your own psd. or, you can light photoshop on fire and simply do a text-based stats post. whatever floats your boat, we just want to see what you come up with. prompt number dos is proficiency bonus. what you are proficient at is, essentially, your skills list. you can interpret this prompt in a number of different ways. you can tell us about character skills, hobbies, quirks, likes, dislikes, etc. sky is the limit. again, it's up to interpretation on how creative you want to get with this. we just want to see what you come up with. and, lastly, prompt number three, and our favorite prompt, is + 2 inspiration. what does this mean? essentially, it is a challenge to get that thing called your brain going and come up with something super creative to help develop your character. perhaps social media? perhaps a playlist? perhaps a haiku written about their 5th grade math teacher, who they had the hots for? entirely up to you! sky is the limit! have fun with it. we cannot wait to see where your creativity takes you. as always, make sure you're utilizing the handy dandy development tracker to help us overcome the fact that tumblr can be a little bit of a jerk, and remove things from tags. of course, make sure to also tag all of your posts #scenerp, but also for the purpose of assigning points correctly, also use the following tags:

#rf dev challenge , and #prompt:stats or #prompt:proficiency or #prompt:inspiration

if you want to cover all three prompts in one post, you may. if you want to do multiple posts for one prompt, you may. if you want to do a lot of posts for one prompt, and pretend as if the other prompts don't exist ... that is also okay. it's up to you. just make sure to tag accordingly + link in tracker so we can read, enjoy, and provide you with the points you have so rightfully earned. we are looking forward to reading more on the wonderful characters you are bringing to life. as always, we can't say it enough, thanks for creating a scene with us!!

to those of you just joining us...

don't forget to post up a personal intro and tag it #scenerp, after you've done that you can go ahead and send us a love note to our ask box to claim your first official free face!! then you can get cracking on that development to try and win some really cool prizes. include: alias / age (range?) / pronouns / your favorite kinds of character, faces, tropes, etc / a personal statement about you! / a tribute to the admins (a funny meme?), your favorite meme, a funny cat gif ... something to make us chuckle!! again, we are super happy to see how excited everyone who has joined up so far are for this roleplay! we'd love to hear from you. if you have any suggestions / comments / ideas for the roleplay, or things that you'd like to see prior to us opening .... our ask box is always open. feel free to shoot us a message and we'll be happy to answer you. welcome to chicago. let's create a scene !!

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sagoliisaffron · 7 years

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11, 13!

Answers:

11. What is something that would make your character fly into a rage?

Rage. Hm...

She's cynical, snarky, and world-weary which seems to classically pair with her hot-and-cold nature. Seeing her prickle is more common than seeing her truly laugh and offer soft smiles. I can say one thing that deeply offends her is being picked up. Most people do not know that K'ajia is actually quite a small woman at 4"11'. Being plucked up and hoisted around is something that causes her a deep feeling of vulnerability which she can't handle very well. It causes such deep embarrassment that anyone who attempts this will be firmly set on her shit list until she can feel she has brought them the same level of discomfort or anger.

Another thing that could send her into rage is very... odd? Again, she keeps people at a distance. Anyone who tries to get too close or simply evokes any sort of feelings of care from her generally get their resolve tested in the most horrible ways. Perhaps even tested multiple times in attempt to push them out of her life. She's not an easy one to care for. If someone pushes too hard, or tries to show any form of parental pity/judgement, she will quickly remind them it’s a waste of time. Now, getting past that? Good luck.

Also, don't fuck with people whom she's managed to find a connection with. K'ajia does have people she would protect and defend. Most of them are just blissfully unaware... She likes it that way. ♥

13. What are your character’s sleeping habits? Heavy or light sleeper? Blanket stealer? One that always rolls onto the floor? Pushes their lover onto the floor? Sleep talker or walker?

Oh, K’ajia is quite a deep sleeper when in the right setting. The most comfortable sleeping place she can be found in is beneath a heavy body pillow. Oddly enough, she doesn't enjoy large beds or spaces and prefers more confining sleeping slots such as arm chairs and sofas. She really has a thing for keeping a large pillow and feeling securely tucked in. While K’ajia is a very secluded individual, she deeply dislikes having to sleep alone. The lack of any void space around her seems to help bury any of those uncomfortable feelings.Other times she has been known to sleep and nap just about anywhere, but this rest isn't nearly as deep or comfortable. Public napping and lounging isn't beyond her.Another fun fact! No more than three people may know about her other sleeping quirk! This includes any remaining tribe/family members. Often after a fight, becoming wounded, or generally over exerting herself, K'ajia enters a state of total rest and meditation. If left soundly to recuperate her body temperature rises and a soft Aetherical glow emits from deep within her core. This is easy to miss if not observed closely, but the rolling heat from her is stifling and blatant. This is the only time she can perform self-healing of any kind. Resting next to her would be akin to using a heating blanket and space-heater in the middle of summer. While K’ajia very much enjoys heat, even she will be found opening the windows the next morning! Whew!@rahtuxiThank you so much for the prompt!! ♥ I hope you enjoy the answers!

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words-and-fangirling-wonder · 7 years

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A is for Anniversary Part 2

Well, after an inexcusable length of time, here’s part 2 of Anniversary. One last part and then I’m on to P (spoiler, P is for Parents)! I would apologize and make excuses for the delay again, but I think this is just who I am as a person and I should probably just accept it at this point. I’ll do my best to be more regular with updates, though!

This part is from Law’s point of view.

Author: fangirlwonder (wordsandwonder on AO3)

Pairing: Kid/Law

Prompt: Anniversary

Rating: Teen, but only for swearing and stuff, I don’t know I’m bad at rating

Beta’d by: @fitgirlfaith24

Eustass talked in his sleep. Most of the time, especially on the frequent occasions that insomnia got the best of him, Law found this little quirk rather endearing. It was nice to have a source of entertainment on those sleepless nights. Sometimes he even wrote down the things his boyfriend muttered in the wee hours of the morning. His favorites were “Just wait! I’ll be the queen of Tokyo!” and the indignant “Chalkmouth! That’ll teach you to yell at me in class.”

Of course, sometimes these nighttime utterances weren’t so much adorable as they were slightly terrifying. Like the time Eustass had asked Law to bring him a machete, and when the doctor questioned him he rolled over, looked Law dead in the eye, and in a deadly serious voice informed him, “I don’t take prisoners.” Or the time he hummed thoughtfully before saying “Yes, bayonets would be more effective.”

But other times? Eustass’s sleepy murmurings were … illuminating. For example, just two weeks ago the mechanic revealed that he was excitedly planning a surprise party for Law’s birthday. Considering how much Law hated surprises, it was probably for the best that his boyfriend unknowingly spoiled it, because then Law avoided an uncomfortable night and a fight on his birthday. Instead, he was able to pretend to be caught off guard, enjoy his night, and celebrate his birthday the only way he really wanted to with Eustass after all the guests had gone. And now, if Law had heard correctly, the redhead had gone from clinging to his arm and calling him a “pesky little spider monkey” to admitting how excited he was for their six-month anniversary. This Sunday. And then something about loving pizza. But the important thing was the anniversary.

Very illuminating.

See, maybe it was because he’d been under a lot of pressure at work lately, or because there had been a recent flare-up of drama with his uncle, but Law had forgotten all about their anniversary. If he was being honest with himself, though, it probably didn’t have anything to do with those outside factors. No, he probably forgot because he’d only ever had a relationship last over six months once before, and keeping track of romantic longevity had become a somewhat depressing activity for him, so he’d simply stopped forcing himself to think about it. He didn’t naturally tend to pay attention to that kind of thing anyway. But now that oversight was smacking him in the face, because he was watching Eustass as he muttered excitedly about what was apparently going to be the “best anniversary ever” and damn it if the man wasn’t smiling about it. And maybe with someone else that wouldn’t really matter that much to Law, but seeing his boyfriend grin in his sleep brought an answering smile to Law’s face, and that was how he knew that for whatever reason, it did matter with Eustass.

Six months. Wow. Law couldn’t help but be a little impressed, as well as slightly grossed out as he realized that the cheesy cliché ‘time flies when you’re having fun’ was uncomfortably fitting to their situation. Law normally found relationships to be very trying and almost endlessly exhausting. Definitely more trouble than they were worth. But Eustass … being with Eustass really was fun. And more than that, it had become as natural as breathing to him. In fact, their relationship was something he was so used to, so comfortable with, that he forgot sometimes how rare that kind of connection was. But now, thanks to Eustass’s sleep-talking, he remembered, and he could do his part to make sure this really was the best anniversary ever. Or at least a decent one. Being romantic tended to be a struggle for the doctor, but he was stubborn and persistent, and if those two things couldn’t be used to plan a special anniversary he didn’t know what could.

Slowly easing his arm out of Eustass’s grip, he rolled over and clicked on his bedside lamp before fishing out the notebook and pen he’d taken to keeping in the top drawer of his nightstand to record the midnight gibberish his boyfriend so frequently spouted. He flipped past several completely filled pages until he came to a blank one and began writing.

Things Eustass Likes

1. Cars

2. Playing Volleyball

3. Watching Football

4. Things to do with Cars

5. Me

Law stared at number six for a solid five minutes, chewing on the already abused end of his pen, before laying back with a frustrated growl. “This is woefully unhelpful.”

“Yeah, well. Fuckin’ gimme a fuckin’ bastard burrito, shit-face burrito stealer. Fuck,” Eustass suggested helpfully.

After checking to make sure his boyfriend was in fact still talking in his sleep and not awake and crudely demanding a burrito, Law chuckled and jotted down the newest quote before returning his “Eustass” notebook and pen to their drawer. He’d never been able to come up with ideas like that when he sat down and tried to focus on them anyway. Something would probably come to him. He hoped.

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Nothing came to him. Nothing. He laid awake all night and not a single useful thought came to mind. The best thing his overtired brain had suggested was to get Eustass a bouquet of balloons that spelled his name, and that was simply absurd. Eustass hated balloons (and staunchly refused to tell Law why). Besides, it would be nearly impossible to keep them in the proper order to spell “EUSTASS,” and Law was not going to give his boyfriend a bouquet of balloons that spelled “SUATSES” or some other such nonsense. But now when he tried to think of something all Law could picture was a bouquet of fucking balloons and he was at his wit’s end.

He’d kicked Eustass out earlier with a kiss and a demand that the redhead come back after work and then he’d paced around his apartment trying to think of something, anything, that could be romantic but not generic and stupid and for the love of God not balloons. But now it was nearly three in the afternoon and he had resigned himself to the fact that he was not going to be able to make this a special anniversary like this. Perhaps a change of venue. He’d successfully purchased things for people before. Maybe if he went to the store he would be inspired.

When he stepped out of his apartment building the air smelled like winter despite the fact that it wasn’t even Halloween, and Law smiled as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. He loved the cold. He watched his breath puff in front of his face like a cloud of smoke as he started his car and plugged the audio cable already connected to the jack on his dash into his phone. He briefly wondered if that would be a good gift for Eustass; an audio cable for his car. Eustass had said on a few occasions that he hated driving in silence, but he hated the radio too. But then Law remembered that the mechanic not only didn’t have an audio jack in his car, but he also didn’t have a phone that could store or play music because the man was living in the stone age. He’d get Eustass a phone if he thought he’d accept it, but it was more likely that he’d just throw it at the doctor and then they’d get in a fight and spoil the mood. So that was out.

Resisting the urge to bash his forehead repeatedly against the steering wheel, Law focused on driving and made his way to the first store he could think of that probably sold cards. Maybe once he found the perfect card the rest would fall into place. Yeah. That would work. He could do this.

When he was still standing in front of the greeting card display about an hour later, Law was forced to admit that finding the perfect card was perhaps more difficult than he had originally imagined, and that perhaps he could not do this.

“Need help finding anything?” Law unintentionally gave the slightly bored looking salesgirl a dark look, startling her. “Uh, sorry, I’ll just … uh, leave you to it then …” she muttered.

“No, wait!” he said, ignoring the desperate pitch of his voice as he reached for her before she could fully retreat. “I’m sorry. I may … possibly … need some assistance, yes.”

Part of him wanted to roll his eyes at himself. If he couldn’t find an anniversary card for his own boyfriend how was some underpaid teenage girl going to help him? But at this point his vision was starting to go a little blurry around the edges from exhaustion and frustration, and he just needed a card, damnit.

“O-kay,” she said slowly, returning to his side and looking him over with a small amount of concern showing in her brown eyes. “What are you looking for?”

“A card. Uh, an anniversary card.”

“Oh. Okay, well, you know you’re in front of the Halloween cards, right? That’s why they’re all so … orange?”

Law sighed and ran a hand roughly through his hair. “I know, I just thought I should … explore all my options.”

“Ah,” she replied, kindly acting like his reasoning made any kind of sense. “Well, I think we might have better luck over by the anniversary cards, if you don’t mind?”

“Yes, uh, perhaps you’re right,” he muttered, following her past the sea of ghosts and jack-o-lanterns to a selection of cards that were mostly white or pastel colored.

“So tell me a little about your significant other. What do they like?”

“Well, uh … cars? And volleyball, and uh … action movies and other things like that, I suppose.”

“Okay, so I’m guessing something cutesy is out. How about this one? This one has been popular lately.”

Law took the plain card with simple lettering she offered and read the front before shaking his head and handing it back. “That would just be insulting. I don’t like pizza at all.”

“What kind of person doesn’t like pizza?” the girl asked incredulously.

The dark look from before returned. “Pizza has bread. I hate bread.”

Law was used to people’s disbelieving reaction to this admission, so it threw him off for a moment when instead of looking dumbstruck the girl’s surprised expression also held a flicker of recognition, like she was putting together pieces of a puzzle.

“You don’t like bread?”

“No, I don’t like bread. Are we going to discuss my eating habits or are we going to find a damn card? What about that one? That has a car on it,” he snapped.

The girl ignored his outburst and rolled her eyes when she saw what Law was pointing at. “That’s cutesy.”

“How is it cutesy?”

“An elephant is driving, for one thing,” she said with a note of finality that let Law know he would not be leaving the store with that card. “How about this one?” She held up another plain card that said Turns Out I Like You a Lot More Than I Originally Planned. Law chuckled and couldn’t help but agree. That was pretty accurate to their relationship, and he and Eustass had joked about it on more than one occasion. That could actually work.

“Yes, I like it,” he said, still smiling a little as he took the card from the girl. “Thank you, uh …”

“Nami,” she supplied helpfully, offering her hand. “I hope you and your boyfriend have a great anniversary.”

Law nodded and they parted ways. His original plan had been to browse around the store, but he’d spent too much time looking at cards and now he had to hurry home if he wanted to beat Eustass there, so he just went straight to the checkout. He could come back before work tomorrow or Saturday.

He was in such a rush to get out of there that he was halfway to his car before it occurred to him to wonder how the girl who helped him had known his partner was a man. He furrowed his brows, trying to think if he’d mentioned it, but he was sure he hadn’t. He tossed the bag holding his card into the passenger seat and let the car warm up a moment as he mused. It was odd. She must have just been guessing. His eyes slid to the card, just poking out of the brown paper bag, and he decided it didn’t matter. She’d helped him overcome at least one anniversary hurdle. Now all that was left was a gift, and probably some kind of gesture or event or something that would be romantic and unique and Law could handle that. Probably.

#Eustasskidweek #but really late #Kid/Law #eustass kid #trafalgar law #nami #one piece fanfic #sleep talking

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