#this took me a thousand years bt the deeds

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about: *leo fowler.

basics.

full name: leopold kristoff fowler meaning of name: leopold = ‘people’ & ‘bold’, kristoff = ‘bearing christ’ nickname: leo, tadpole by some family members age: 23 date of birth: november 12, 1996 hometown: tallahassee, florida nationality: american ethnicity: dutch gender: demiboy sexuality: pansexual spoken languages: dutch, english profession: in lovell he’s a part time student and works at fowler’s flowers, but just the latter in st. louis

appearance.

height: 6′2″ eye colour: blue hair colour: auburn??? i feel like that’s the version of if someone had strawberry blond hair bt . strawberry brown instead??? idk it’s reddy-brown voice: pretty deep, surprisingly smooth jst feel like he has the personality of someone with a rougher voice bt . alas...... obnoxiously thick southern accent tattoos: c’est la vie on his ribcage, kristoff on his hip, ‘x’ on the inside of his middle finger done in shitty stick and poke, ‘L’ done in stick and poke on the side of his wrist, heart with a knife through it on his chest, tattoo inside his lip that says ‘pussy master’* :pensive:, ‘ouch’ on the bottom of both soles of his feet*, a hand giving the middle finger on the back of his left calf, dolly parton’s signature on the top of his thigh from when he got it at one of her concerts, a smiley face on his ass* >_>, a melting popsicle on the back of his right bicep*, ghost face mask on his right shin; * = he did them on a dare LKHSDGKLHLSDG piercings: lobes, right cartilage, industrial bar in his left ear, nostril, had an eyebrow and lip piercing when he was younger clothing style: pretty dishevelled and purposely ill prepared outfits, sometimes u can catch him in just plaid and khakis but more often than not he’s in something weird, his prized possession is a leopard print shirt that has a heart in the center, steals clothes from his aunt and uncle when he has nothing clean/can’t bother finding anything, been seen in marj’s skirts and leggings bc of this, and then on the other hand he’ll wear like a lime green tank top with a monster baseball cap worn sideways his style is just carefree and eclectic

health.

physical ailments: n/a neurological conditions: bipolar i disorder allergies: n/a sleeping habits: pretty much only falls asleep between the hours of 3-5 am, doesn’t matter if he works the morning or afternoon shift....... if he doesn’t work at all he’ll just sleep until his body naturally wakes up which is also usually around 3-5 pm KLSDGLKHSDGLKHDG exercise habits: doesn’t exactly have one..... he’s a pretty active and energetic guy so he’s usually up and about doing whatever anyway, also rides his bike everywhere since marj and steve r usually out with the only car they have sociability: loves being around people but he’ll eventually grow cranky, doesn’t necessarily need to be alone but at least with a different group of people if he gets to this point, the only time he actively doesn’t really want to see people is when he’s having a depressive episode but those don’t last too long as is drink / smoke / drugs: yes / yes / yes

personality.

positive traits: adventurous, courageous, determined, funny, gregarious, independent, quick-witted, tough, versatile negative traits: belligerent, cantankerous, foolhardy, harsh, impulsive, parsimonious, sarcastic, tactless, unpredictable, vulgar goals/desires: lowkey he’d never admit it but he just kinda wants his parents’ approval in the end, and also maybe to find something better than supervisor at a flower store (no offence to marj and steve its just not his dream) fears: staying committed and missing out on different opportunities/people that could change his life, the fact that he probably can’t do any better than be a supervisor at a flower store tbh hobbies: drinking, drawing a bit tbh, thrifting, loves collecting random knick knacks and is personally loving buttons rn, harassing his friends<3, making stupid tiktoks that somehow have gotten him a kind of big following habits: swearing obnoxiously without caring, yells in dutch when he’s frustrated which he’s mostly picked up on cuz everyone else in his family does it, stares more than what is socially acceptable tbh, refuses to walk under ladders

favourites.

weather: sunny with some clouds colour: dark green music: likes a lot of 90s and early 2000s rap and rock, old school country like he loves dolly parton LKSDHGKLHSDGLK rly enjoys elvis presley too, some edm or anything that he can jst dance wildly to movies: old school slasher films, screams his fav movie series ever food: spaghetti bt specifically w marj’s Phenom homemade meat sauce<3 drink: grape juice, whiskey sour

relationships.

father: steven fowler is his uncle but currently his legal guardian, he’s a co-owner of fowler’s flowers and is kind of a mess but in like the fun way....... LKSHDGKLHSLDG he just spends a lot of the day in nothing but boxers and socks w their cat on his lap watching the weather report if he’s not working, has the weird energy of someone who would be running like a joke shop instead of being a florist. archibald fowler is leo’s biological dad but he sucks Big Time, giant business typhoon i hvnt . figured out 100% wht sort of business bt hes got Money bt doesnt even rly want anything to do w leo he jst sees him as a massive disappointment bc archie’s nothing but a loser fart of a square. mother: marjorie fowler’s his aunt and other legal guardian also the other co-owner of fowler’s flowers, literally the sweetest woman on the planet like she’s never done anything wrong in her life n u can take tht to the bank. she’s a bit weird n super spiritual, their house constantly smells like random herbs and rly intensely of flowers and plants bc she makes so many home remedies bt she’s an angel a fkin ANGEL!!!!! renata kline’s leo’s mom n she’s like . fine ig she was pretty negligent n her best friend is a bottle of wine....... she rly peaked at a young age when she was a pageant girl n she still coaches n stuff now bt she’s obvs rly sad so leo tries not to lose it on her too much even tho he thinks she’s annoying LKSHDGKLHSLDKGKLSDG siblings: augustus is his oldest brother and he’s pretty cool, probs the brother leo is closest with even tho he considers him boring bt it’s only bc he’s . actually responsible n wht not they had a lot of fun growing up together tho when leo visited new york. mikhael is the devil, he’s actually a bit of a cunt n both him n leo have expressed their hatred fr each other without missing a beat i think they actually dnt hv any love or affection fr the other in the slightest SKLDHGLKSDHG. vaughn n leo r closest in age he’s not tht much younger n he’s probs the shiest of them, pretty soft spoken n well meaning, him n leo dnt rly keep in contact too much anymore bt theres a special place in his heart fr vaughn he’s pretty protective even tho he bullies him a lot bt thts besides the point. willhelm’s the youngest n it kinda shows he’s pretty idgaf attitude n rly blunt bt he’s also funny n probs the biggest partier outside of leo so he gets a pass whenever he rolls his eyes in leo’s face. pets: mitzie’s an 8 year old tortoiseshell cat who lives primarily on ppls laps shes literally more lap dog than cat significant other: n/a family’s financial status: middle class

extra.

zodiac sign: scorpio<3 mbti: estp - the entrepeneur enneagram: the epicure temperament: sanguine hogwarts house: gryffindor moral alignment: chaotic neutral primary vice: pride primary virtue: dilligence element: fire

#muse | leo fowler. #dabs my forehead #this took me a thousand years bt the deeds #finally done.

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Lost in Shadows

Summary: After the Dark War and break out of the Cold Peace amongst the Nephilim and the Faeries, a call for help from the Institute of Seoul, South Korea leads four Shadowhunters to rush to their aid. But soon they realise that the situation is not a common demonic invasion they have dealt with for all their lives, and neither are the inhabitants of the institute similar to any other Shadowhunters that they have met before. 

{A Shadowhunters and BTS members au}

A/N: This is my first tumblr fanfiction. i was really into both BTS and The Mortal Instruments, so I thought getting both of my favourites into one place would not be a bad idea for my first time. So, go ahead with it! Also, if you like the Shadowhunter Chronicles but do not know BTS, reading this fanfic shouldn’t be a problem. Just imagine seven men according to your creativity!

WARNING: This is not a reader pairing. The characters paired with the members are made by me. Please do not mind.

Genre: thrill, romance, adventure, emotional

Word count: 2,697 

Part: 1

Even while walking through the portal, never had the four of them felt so doubtful of what was coming forth. But duty calls like a prank call sometimes. The restlessness among the Shadowhunter race for the last one month had been plenty of trouble already, now there was a new set of things to deal with. “Why did we take up this case in the first place, can someone explain please?” Sarah asked, rather demanded to know. “It’s not our choice, and definitely our consent does not hold important for that matter.” Amelia said calmly, but it was clear from her voice that she too, was irritated. “Let’s go then.” Lisa said, walking toward the portal. “I don’t like this. At all.” Victoria commented. As if it mattered any longer. The four of them advanced to walk through the portal.

Slowly, the other side was visible to their eyes as they arrived. And as they appeared, there were six pairs of eyes gazing at them. Sarah, Amelia, Lisa and Victoria looked around at the six men standing, possibly to welcome them.All of them were tall, with toned muscles. They were standing in a semi circle formation, the kind which wolves made, just before they would kill their prey. All were dressed in black, bathed in the shapes of runes well known to the eyes of the four girls. Everything about them seemed normal, until one’s eyes fell on their faces. Their expression wasn’t a pleasing one. They looked as if they were not expecting them..bit more like they had been waiting for them and as if they had been extremely late.

One of the males walked up to them, introducing himself with a polite but strong aura. “My name is Kim Seokjin. I’m the head of this Institute. I’ll be your host along with Namjoon here.” He said, pointing to a tall, well built man standing to the extreme left of the circle. Seokjin was a noticeably handsome man. His pitched voice, combining with his tall figure and broad shoulders made him seem very attractive to the eyes. But it was very astonishing, since Seokjin was definitely too young to be their eldest, let alone the Head of the Institute. As the guy who was apparently known as Namjoon sidled up beside the four, he only asked one question. “Listen, I’m not judging anyone, but are you experienced enough to handle this?” This came off guard. None of them had been expecting that, especially from a person they’d just been introduced to. “Sir, we may look young and inexperienced, but I believe anyone who has ever fought the Dark War is experienced enough to handle demons. And we can help, but only if you trust us.” Victoria said, taking lead as usual. The grey colored strands in her hair flared up as she introduced herself. “I’m Victoria Whitescar.”

  “A Whitescar?! You guys are fierce I hear. And please, you will have to restrain from calling me ‘sir’” Namjoon said, with an amusing smile curling up his lips. A shorter guy from the group intervened as he announced his introduction. “I am Park Jimin.” he said, stretching his hand out to Amelia. She took his hand. “I’m Amelia Fairfox. I am here to help in any way I can.” Jimin smiled, and turned her hand slowly to look closely at her Parabatai rune. “You have a parabatai ?” he asked.  “Yes…Lisa is my parabatai.” She explained, pointing to the shorter girl next to her. Although her frame was smaller than the others, she looked extremely intelligent and calm, her brown eyes and dark her and her golden brown skin displaying her potential clearly. “Hello. I’m Lisa Penrose.” Sarah looked at the man who walked past the others in the room and went up to her to introduce himself. He had hair too bright a green, Sarah noticed: the color of spring grass. And his eyes were a flaring indigo, like the blue portion of a candle flame. And also, he had skin which was inhumanely pale, like milk. These features were familiar. Warlock.

“I am Min Yoongi, the High Warlock of Seoul city. I have the deepest connections with this Institute, I bear no harmful intentions. I will try to make your stay as comfortable as possible, if I myself can resist falling asleep.” he said, with some unknown charm floating in the air. His voice was not suggestive of vey old age, but eyes could fool easily when it came to warlocks. “I am Sarah Dragonway. It’s nice to meet all of you.”

As she said her family name, all the heads with the three other girls as exception, turned to face her. Another grave voice from the group came floating through the atmosphere, with an amazing male characteristic to it. Sarah noticed that its owner was also a very good looking man, with chiseled jawline, dark brown eyes and light brown hair. His skin was tanned perfectly, and when he held his hand out, it was not hard to observe that his fingers too, were very long and slim. His features were more of a model than a Nephilim, which, along with his height and masculine voice, seemed to be a pleasing view to any feminine eye. “I am Kim Taehyung. And welcome to the Seoul Institute.” Sarah shook his hand politely. “It is a pleasure to meet the last Dragonway.” he mentioned. Sarah could not understand the meaning of this sentence. Although she was the last of her family line, she had no intention of continuing it; despite being the last of her family, there was truly no reason why anyone would still have any pleasure in meeting her. “Why, can you tell me?” she asked. The question could seem rude at first, but the way in which it was asked was rather calm, and more mature. Taehyung explained, “And why not?! Your family’s heroic deeds are very famous all over the shadowhunter community! I still remember the story of Aurelia and Hector Dragonway and how they slayed a thousand demons with the help of three dragons! It still amazes me, to be honest.”

In the small time in which they had known Taehyung, the girls figured out that he was completely opposite of what he had appeared as. Victoria was a very focused and serious person when it came to missions, but even she was moved a bit by the childish character of this new individual. All of them were smiling when he described a mythological story with the interest and wonders of a three year old child. Seokjin suddenly intervened, “Oh, did I mention? Taehyung is also my little brother.” The eyes wandered from Seokjin to Taehyung as he mentioned it. Lisa and Amelia exchanged a confused look, which said He also has a brother? And it was surprising that a man as young as Seokjin had so much responsibility to manage. Everyone looked at them as the elder brother playfully messed the hair of the younger one.

Jimin looked at Amelia and Lisa again, saying “Taehyung is also my parabatai.” He shed his black leather jacket to put his connection rune on display. Scars, common on the bodies of this warrior race, had not left any frame untouched. Not even the figure of Park Jimin. His bicep was decorated by the parabatai rune.

Another person, from behind the group surrounding the girls, emerged to provide his introduction. Quietly, Sarah thought there are so many of them. “I am Jung Hoseok.” He said, with a sweet smile on his face. This time, Lisa held her hand out. “It is nice to meet you.” She said in her soft, musical voice. “A Penrose and a Fairfox, a truly amusing combination is it not?” Hoseok commented. Everyone knew why.

Penrose was a family of wise and intellect. Their blood possessed the skill of writing, and the love for it. They generally were not skilled warriors, and were faced with great disapproval from the Clave. But in recent years, their family had been given the responsibility of the management of the library at Idris. The Fairfox family on the other side, was a family marked with the skill of manipulation, agility and evasive techniques. Some of them were so skilled at manipulating the minds of a human that they could easily gain a fortune by cheating. The contrast was very marked and sharp between the two families, the major reason for the rivalry between them.

After all of the introductions, the girls started to converse with the boys. Amelia and Lisa were discussing something with Jimin, Namjoon and Seokjin. From the corner of her eye, Sarah could see that Taehyung and Victoria had engaged in a conversation which apparently was amusing her friend very much, as her giggles were proving. She talked to Yoongi about the mission.

“What is the actual reason why you called?” she asked. At this point, it was hard to contain any curiosity, since the New York Institute had not supplied them with any information about the case. “Well,” Yoongi began, “last week, we tracked a concentration of major demonic activity in the middle of the city. We tracked the activity for quite some time before we followed it to the National Museum of Modern and Contemporary Art, at 2 AM. There, we were faced with a band of Kuri demons.” Kuri demons were huge spider demons, with pincer tipped arms. “The problem is, these demons can only be summoned with the help of some kind of sacrifice.” Sarah grasped the gravity of the situation. “So you mean, there must be someone in the city who has been killing mundanes?”

“There is a possibility of it, but as per my records, it was not a Downworlder. I have no reports of any vampires or werewolves going rogue, and they anyway would not concern themselves with anything of demonic origin.” The situation was clear. It has to be a mundane, or a Nephilim. Namjoon intervened. “You all must be tired. I will show you to your rooms, and will call you to dinner when it is served.”

The girls followed him and the other boys as they led the way upstairs, while Victoria’s eyes were unusually fixed at Taehyung. “You like him,” Sarah said, sounding casual, “don’t you?”

   Victoria dug her elbow into her ribs, but didn’t answer. Amelia and Lisa smiled, and followed them upstairs to their rooms.

                                    …………………………………

She was back there again. The manor looked old and ancient, the way it always had. There was a small music box in her room, a present from her aunt on her sixteenth birthday. “Sarah!” her brother called from downstairs. “Breakfast is ready, and I’m eating your pancakes!” he shouted. “Try to touch them Andreas, and I’ll slice your hands off!” she threatened, and ran down from her room to the stairs as she did.

 Her parents and her brother were sitting at the table in the dining room. The manor was on the outskirts of Alicante, close to the destroyed Morgenstern manor. Her mother was smiling at her as she brought the pancakes from the kitchen. As her brother proceeded to jump on her plate as well, she warned in an alarming voice, “Don’t you dare.”

 “You are making a fine warrior Sarah.” Her dad complimented. “Yes, but you’re still too short for a Dragonway!” Andreas teased. Outraged, Sarah ran around the table chewing her pancakes chasing her elder sibling as her father laughed and her mother rested her face on her hands, looking at them with amusement.

 Suddenly, she was alone, amidst a flame. Screams of horror, destruction and pain filled the atmosphere as Sarah ran about in the fire, confused and helpless. “Papa! Mom! Andreas!” she kept screaming for her family. Then she recognized her family, laying amidst the fire, unconscious. All her methods of wakinf=g them up were in vain. They just wouldn’t open their eyes.

 Then she woke up.

She was panting, crying and sweating furiously. The room which was given to her was one of the four rooms given to the girls. The rooms lay side by side. Sarah slowly wiped her face and looked at her blade. The Dragonway emblem was carved on the sword by her father, and it had been hers since she could hold a blade. She slowly stroked the sharp blade, careful not to get cut. Then, she heard a voice.

She was cautious and raised her blade as soon as she heard it, but the nature of the voice proved that it did not mean to harm. And it was also a voice she did not recognize at all. Although she was new here, she could not identify it as the voice of any of the six boys, and the voice was not speaking either. The soft sound was of music. Someone was singing.

Sarah followed the sound; the cold marble of the institute lowered the temperature of her feet as she did not care to put on a pair of slippers. Wandering through the unknown place barefoot, she realized that it was coming from the western side of the building. Tip toeing to the direction of the source of sound, she walked to discover an open door. Avoiding any creaking noises to interrupt the beautiful notes, she opened the door enough to peek into the room.

Unsurprisingly, the voice belonged to a boy. He had strawberry blonde hair and a coconut hair cut as Sarah could see. His face was hidden from the view, and his back was completely on display, since he stood shirtless. But the major reason behind that was that he was injured. A bandage covered his right shoulder and his back was painted with a newly drawn iratze. But inspite of his muscular shaoe and frame, Sarah was attracted the most by his voice. The flow of his voice was breathy, but the notes were perfect. He was singing like a well trained singer. Sarah tried to enjoy it as an anonymous listener, but blame her clumsiness, the door fell open as she stumbled on it.

The boy swiftly turned around and the music came to a stop as he did, and looked at the unknown girl standing at the foot of the door of his room, and stared at her with a baffled expression, speechless. Both of them shared a moment of speechlessness, both too stunned to say a word. They stared at each other’s unfamiliar faces as their expressions changed from shock, to anger, to completely expressionless. “What are you doing here?” the boy demanded to know. “I am sorry, I wasn’t thinking. It’s just that I heard you singing and..” but before letting her finish, the boy interrupted her without a warning. “And without thinking that it might be invasion of someone’s privacy, you decided to investigate, being the great Dragonway you are.” Sarah stood there stunned, wondering how an unknown boy knew her family identity. “How do you know who I am?” she asked, although this question was completely irrelevant to the situation at present. “It hardly seems to be a question to ask right now, isn’t it?” he said in a loud, intimidating voice. Refusing to be intimidated by a stranger any longer, Sarah said “Well, it also hardly seems to be fair that you are aware of my identity while I am completely oblivious of yours!” the boy looked amused by this comment, although he looked at her as if she was an object of his loathing.

“Well then. I am Jeon Jungkook. And I do not trust you at all.” Sarah looked at him, wondering what the reason for such a comment might be, when the boy, again without a warning, said “And you are not welcome here.” And with a swift movement of his arms, shut the door with a bang on her face. Too shocked by the recent events, Sarah stood there, facing the closed door, thinking how grave a crime it had been of her to commit when she followed the most beautiful voice she had ever heard in her lifetime.

A/n: That’s the first chapter people! Hope you liked it! I’ll try to post as soon as I can!

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