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pauking5 · 8 months

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Addicting Taste ~ Chapter 1 ~

Ongoing Series

Synopsis: Enishi Yukishiro was on a mission to execute his piece de la resistance. A plan to avenge his beloved sister. Until you showed up, rattling open the icy closed gates of his heart. Will you be a part of his downfall or will you try to save him?

Pairing: Enishi Yukishiro x reader oc

Genre: strangers to lovers, sunshine and grumpy, slow burn, a lot of fluff (later chapters), occasional smut, angst

Words: 3k +

A/N: I couldn’t hold back anymore and had to make a fic for Enishi. It won’t exactly follow the Rurouni Kenshin timeline for now but it will later develop into it. This is the first chapter in the series with more chapters coming. It is a reader insert as I couldn’t help but indulge myself in it completely. Powered by Mackenyu’s outstanding portrayal of Enishi’s character in Rurouni Kenshin: The Final, I hereby present you a story ripped from the figments of my mind. I hope you’ll love their story as much as I do. Enjoy lovelies, Paula.

Also thank you @eureka-its-zico for supporting me with this and getting me writing again 🫶

Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Bonus Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

“Just how stupid are you?”

A loud smack echoed in the room.

“You thought you could just get away with it?”

Another heavy punch collided with his face making him drop to his knees.

“You’re a fool.”

An uppercut dug under his chin throwing him backwards. The force of the blow made blood pool in his mouth and he spat it out through clenched teeth. The man standing tall before him left his face full of cuts and bruises. But that was the least of Enishi’s worries right now.

Many months were spent tracking down the biggest shipment of weapons set to leave Shanghai for Kanagawa. Enishi’s men were supposed to rob the storage by the docks tonight before the ship set sail in the morning. But it turned out to be a harder task than it was intended to be.

The mission encountered several problems and it was nothing short of a total fail. It was also what led to his current position with his hands tied roughly behind his back, on the floor of the most secure precinct in Shanghai.

A few hours ago

“These dumplings are amazing,” you sighed happily while munching on three baozi dumplings at once.

The lady vendor grimaced at your manners. You were practically inhaling the soft dough in your hands like a grizzly bear. Leftover crumbs were decorating the edges of your lips. You couldn’t help but forget all about etiquette when the food literally melted in your mouth.

A little boy was walking by with his mother when he caught sight of the dumpling cart. He stopped to look at the steaming dumplings in awe and adoration. But when he saw the way you were devouring the small pastry his face turned to pure disgust.

You were getting slightly annoyed by his staring, so you shot the little boy a threatening look and he started crying, running off somewhere in the depths of the street. His mother regarded you with a condescending look and followed after her child.

“Can you leave before you scare all my clients away?” said the vendor lady, irritated with the fact that you’ve been hogging her cart for the past half an hour.

“Listen lady. I could buy your whole cart if I wanted to. Just let me enjoy these,” you said with your mouth full.

“I’ll be the one leaving then. You might spoil my dough from raising if I stay here any longer,” she said as she started to put away the steaming buns away and gathered all her tools.

“Wait! You can’t just leave.” But by the time you yelled after her she was already gone. There went your only meal for the day. At least it was a nice filling one to last you some time. You patted your stomach in a comforting manner and sighed, turning to go on your own way.

The crisp air of mid-October made its presence known as a breeze blew against the sleeves of your dress making them flutter. Your attire was nothing short of inappropriate for the lingering cold season. The chilly weather made it harder to do any jobs and you weren’t requested as much either. You never knew where your next meal would be coming from most of the time, so you powered through with anything you could find. Though your money was running out you always made sure to keep some aside for your snack cravings.

The once bustling street turned awfully quiet. It was the norm in this part of the city. Vendors were quickly packed away and activity was slowly coming to a halt in the wake of the coming night. Any normal person in these parts would know that being on the streets when the last flicker of daylight disappears wasn’t safe.

Who would want to be out in the dark with the Shanghai mafia having a full blown war with the commander in chief on the streets until the early hours of dawn?

Clutching the rest of your dumplings closer, you made your way down the narrow pathways circling the outskirts of the city. The place you resided in for the time being was just a street down from the docks. It was a modest room at the top of an abandoned jewelry shop, furnished with a desk and a small wardrobe. It was not the comfiest nor the safest place in the world, but it provided a space to roll your futon for the night.

The buns you bought were all different flavours with all kinds of fillings you haven’t tried before. Just thinking of taste testing all of them made your mouth water.

Whilst getting lost in your pastry daydreams, you were shaken back to earth by persistent yelling. As you were making your way further down to the docks, more agitated shouting ensued. The growing commotion piqued your curiosity. It wouldn’t hurt to take a closer look, right? It was in the way anyway.

Inching closer to the edge of the docks entrance you hid behind an abandoned fishing boat supported by empty crates. Tucking your petite form well enough so you wouldn’t be spotted, you looked over it to see what was going on.

Moving your eyes around you counted about twenty masked men. They were frantically rushing in and out of the storage holding cases filled with… guns?

As more of them came out you realised it wasn’t just guns. Long and short range artillery, fuses and all kinds of artisanal bombs. It was like heaven for pyromaniacs. Whatever these guys were planning was nothing short of mass destruction.

“We’ve secured all the weapons, Master,” a shushed voice spoke in Japanese from your right. He came closer to stand just in front of the boat you were using as a hiding spot. He looked about half a person in height. If a wild gust of wind blew his way he would most likely topple over and become dust.

“Good work,” said a deep voice from the left as he approached too. The way he spoke those simple words was enough to make tremors run down your back.

Trying to get a better view of the owner of the voice a tangled mop of white hair entered your vision.

Damn, this guy was long overdue for a haircut.

Trailing your eyes further down you took in his sturdy physique that was outlined through the clothes he was wearing. You could tell he was trained in some kind of martial arts. No one just had heaps of muscles like those. You could easily draw a map of the world between those wide shoulders… Snap out of it, Miyu.

The loud crash of crates rattling to the floor brought you back to reality. You needed to get out of there.

You couldn’t risk getting caught and brought in by the commander in chief. If he wasn’t alerted yet he sure got wind of things by now. That man definitely has mutant senses.

The last thing you needed was them catching wind of your location. You spent so long staying under the radar and now was not the time to advertise your whereabouts.

I am void. I don’t care. I haven’t seen anything.

I am not getting involved with this.

While repeating the mantra several times in your head in order to calm down, you had to figure out a way to sneak out as smoothly as possible without alerting anybody. Especially the strong muscular white mop of hair who hasn’t moved at all from his spot right in front of you.

After a quick scan of your surroundings you came to two choices: going left, straight through the docks and to your hideout located on just the other side; or going right, having to circle around the whole city to get back. It wasn’t hard to figure out which one was safer. You’d rather go around the whole city as many times as you needed if it meant staying away from whatever these people had planned. You just had to wait for the right time to make your way out.

After a while, the two men blocking your view headed towards the rest of their squad. This was your chance. All you had to do was get set, ready and sprint the hell out of there before someone caught you and made you fish food. If only things would play out like that.

In your rush to escape you missed a teeny tiny key detail. The dark brown fishing cord extending from the boat to the empty crates behind you.

You barely made it two steps before your leg tangled in it and you were falling face first to the hard concrete floor, taking the crates with you. The steaming buns you tried so hard to keep close spilled all over the floor in the process. I’m so fucked.

“What was that?” growled one of the goons.

Mophead turned around swiftly and locked eyes with you. Lifting your own gaze from your uncomfortable spot on the floor, you connected it with his. Eyes akin to predators that lurk in the dead of night pierced yours. They screamed murder. The ‘chop you apart for funsies’ kind of murder.

But something about them caught you off guard. The blue hue outlining his pupils. Something about them though eerie and giving you the eebie jeebies was so familiar. Where have I seen these eyes before?

He seemed to be stuck in his own reverie. A tilt of his head signalled his confusion to your presence. You don’t even know how long you were both stuck soul searching each other’s eyes as the deafening sound of gunfire descended down on the docks.

Breaking your staring contest apart you tried to locate where the firing came from. Then it dawned on you. The commander in chief was here.

Mophead set off in your direction to possibly grab you but he only managed to take a step before bullets lined up a few feet in front of him. With a low grunt, he spared you one last look before retreating back to his gang.

The bullets were flying closer and closer to your spot and the intense smell of gun powder filled your nostrils. This was your cue to exit stage.

You got to your feet, saved what was left of your steamed baozi and made a run for it. A few bullets narrowly grazed the ends of your dress but you quickly made it to the safety of a dark alleyway close by. Checking on your precious dumplings you saw most of them were unharmed and let out a breath of relief.

The pounding of guns suddenly stopped and you peered over to the docks from the corner of the alley. Assessing the situation you observed that half of mophead’s party was shot down by the commander’s force. Some of them managed to flee the scene when the firing started, but the rest were caught and put in restraints together with their leader.

Something felt off. Maybe it was the smug look on the commander’s face as he rounded up the thugs. Or the way most of his force came out from what looked like stationed places at the other end of the docks entrance. It almost seemed like they knew mophead and his crew were going to be here tonight.

No way. Was this a set up?

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Back at the precinct

Enishi was fuming. It all went sideways too quickly for his liking. Someone talked and he was going to make sure they weren’t seeing the light of day. Once he made it out of the shithole he was currently held in.

“I’m going to ask you again. Why were you stealing weapons?” asked the commander. He was getting irritated and it showed in the way the veins on his neck strained. But he could press on as much as he wanted. Enishi wasn’t going to give him shit.

“Either you talk or your good for nothing squad will suffer in your place.”

“I don’t give two flying fucks about them,” spat Enishi.

This only earned him another punch to the stomach. The guards who were holding him let him drop to the floor, more blood dripping on the side of his mouth.

“I guess I’ll have to beat it out of you then,” said the commander, cracking his knuckles.

Bracing for the commander’s punishment, his thoughts kept wandering somewhere else. To the girl who was there tonight, hiding behind the boat. He wasn’t stupid. He sensed someone was eavesdropping.

You weren’t supposed to be there. You were a wild variable in his plan that he couldn’t have predicted. A handful of questions swarmed around in his head, but three of them stood out the most.

Why were you there tonight?

Who were you working for?

And where have I seen you before?

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Ten armed guards at the front of the building. Another two securing the entrance from the inside. Five more moving around the halls. None on the top floor. Bingo.

Sliding open the glass window on the roof of the precinct you snuck in. You landed down swiftly, arching your heels to keep you steady. Stealth mode switched on in your head as you carefully inspected your surroundings.

Tightening the grip on your twin Remingtons closer, you advanced to the walls opposite to the railing overlooking the entrance. As you rounded the corners you spotted a staircase going down to what looked like a meeting hall.

Raspy shouting and what resembled the sound of slapping was getting louder as you descended. Someone was either receiving a beating or they were just into kinky shit.

You were on the last three steps when a guard passed by. Straightening up, you glued yourself to the wall, becoming one with the shadow. As he got further away you tilted your head towards the glass ceiling and released a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

This was a terrible idea. What were you even doing here in the first place? This was not your fight. But your conscience convinced you that you were somehow responsible for the unsuccessful outcome of mophead’s mission.

You weren’t supposed to be there tonight. It was just incidental. Your stupid craving for dumplings made you come out of your extremely comfortable refuge and one thing led to another as you found yourself in the middle of crossfire.

Without thinking too much of your bad choices for the day, you geared up to save mophead. You didn’t know why you were going this far for someone you didn’t know. But you felt needed for once in a while and like you finally had a job to do.

There was something else that bothered you about your encounter. The moment mophead locked eyes with you was scorched into your head. Your brain replayed it over and over again for no specific reason until it drove you crazy. Those eyes bugged you to the world’s end. There was something so addicting and familiar to them. But you couldn’t recall where you’ve seen them before no matter how hard you tried.

You needed to find out who this man is. So, like any normal person looking for answers, you went to ask him. As soon as you busted him out of the most secure precinct in Shanghai.

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In the meeting hall

“This would be so much easier if you just talked,” yelled the commander in chief.

“How about… fuck you. Good talk,” said Enishi with a sick grin.

“You son of a—,” the commander was cut off by the sound of shots being fired outside the meeting hall. Suddenly, everything turned quiet. Everyone’s ears perked up listening for what could follow.

A powerful kick thundered against the golden door to the meeting hall that made it come off its hinges and cave in on itself. The door fell with a loud thud and you stepped over it, the click of your heeled boots bouncing off the echo in the room. All eyes were trained on you.

“Who’s ready to have some fun?” you chirped, enthusiastically twirling the guns in your hands.

“Who are you?,” asked the commander in chief.

“Let’s just say I’m someone you don’t want to mess with,” you said confidently.

“You’re just a stupid girl if you think you can just come in here —“

“This stupid girl just took out most of your guards on duty. It will be her utmost pleasure to take you out too,” you said with a smirk.

Enishi was watching the exchange, his head swimming with confusion for the second time tonight.

Just who exactly were you? And why were you crossing paths again?

You first show up as a hindrance to his plan and now you’re here to probably mess up more than you already have. He was also kind of blaming you for the situation he was in at the moment.

At least you proved useful in distracting the guards and the commander so he could work on getting his hands free of the rope tugging at his wrists.

Looking over at mophead you notice he freed himself. You haven’t worked in a team before so you threw him a look asking for guidance on what to do now. What he saw was more of a weird face that kind of creeped him out but he quickly caught onto what you meant.

He wasn’t sure whether to trust you but he didn’t have the luxury to audition for partners right now. So, sending a silent nod your way, you let the fun begin.

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Mophead lunged for the commander in chief while you preoccupied yourself with the five guards in the room. You easily took out the first one by the couch at the side of the room.

Pointing your gun to the next one you pulled the trigger but nothing happened. You tried the other gun receiving the same response. You were left without bullets. Strapping the guns back to your belt you took a fighting stance. Hand to hand combat it is.

The guard lunged at you and your fist connected with his nose. A loud crack was heard and blood started seeping through his hands as he cradled his nose.

“You bitch—,” you cut him off by hooking your leg to the back of his neck, dragging him to the floor.

“Did your mother not teach you how to speak to a lady?”

He got back up and got ready to throw another snarky remark but you wasted no time in shutting him up with a nearby chair. The wooden chair broke to pieces as it made contact with him. Once he fell to the floor motionless you directed your attention at the other three guards. They started circling you from different sides. Showtime.

You let them come at you. The taller one came first, swinging a bat at your head. Ducking successfully to avoid having your head turned into a baseball, you went for a roundhouse kick to his head. He got projected to the other side from the force you put into the move.

The last two attacked you at the same time. One of them had a knife that managed to get a few cuts through the sleeves of your dress as he kept swinging at you recklessly.

“I just got this one,” you huffed disappointedly as you lifted a slashed piece to check the damage.

Getting annoyed with his incessant flailing about, you caught his hand just as the smaller one came from behind you. Kicking back your right leg into the stomach of the smaller one, you got a chance to take the knife throwing it away. You turned and elbowed the knife wielder in the stomach, directing another knee at his ribcage letting him fall flat to the floor. One more to go.

Standing face to face with your last enemy, you spared mophead a quick look. He was struggling with the commander as he was pushed face down on the big wooden desk. He quickly turned and got him into a deadly chokehold.

You didn’t even notice his outerwear was discarded and he was left only in a tank top. His huge biceps were flexing dangerously as he tightened his hold on the commander’s neck. Sweat was piling like rain drops down his arms and you found yourself drooling. You were suddenly digging the white mop of hair.

You were snapped out of your fantasies by the small garden goblin running towards you with a spiked staff.

Do these guys not have one normal weapon on them? Where do they get all this ridiculous stuff from?

You dodged his attacks until he got tired and his swings turned sloppy. Finding an opening you caught the end of the bat with your right hand and turned your left into an uppercut diving it to his chin. The impact was so hard he flipped back and landed in a star shape on the floor.

Just as you were finished with him, mophead finally squeezed the living daylights out of the commander and let him fall splat to the floor.

Sensing the ruckus, the guards from outside started piling up into the hall. You both walked towards each other until you were back to back. In other circumstances you would’ve loved the way your heavy breaths mingled and the way your shoulders shyly grazed each other. But now was not the time.

“Any chance you have a plan to get us out of here?” asked mophead. Guards were surrounding you from all sides and the only way to escape was fighting your way out.

“I’m guessing breaking some more necks wouldn’t hurt,” you replied hastily.

“You take the ones on the right. I take the ones on the left,” he directed.

With another nod you both got into position and watched as the guards descended upon you.

A storm of fists came your way. You tried blocking them as much as you could but five to one was too much to handle without a weapon. Mophead noticed your struggle and quickly tried to get rid of the three bat swingers in front of him. With a low sweep kick to their ankles they all fell over, hitting each other with the bats they were holding.

You were holding onto three bats with all your might, when two guards sneaked behind you ready to deliver a dangerous blow. Enishi intercepted them before they could carry out their plan, catching their arms mid swing and twisting their arms to an inhuman angle.

“Don’t you know it’s bad manners to hit a lady, especially from behind?” he said as they writhed in pain and scrambled to the floor.

You finally managed to throw the three men backwards, taking to delivering a kick to each of them. By the time you were done with them you were breathing heavily. You were a good fighter but your stamina was always holding you back. Mophead seemed to be more trained in that field though as you saw him cutting through the guards with ease.

Another five guards circled both of you.

“Give me a hand,” you said as you ran towards mophead.

He sensed your idea right away. Latching your hand with his you created enough momentum for him to pull you around in a circle to kick down all of the guards. Once you got both feet back on the ground you noticed the secured hand on your waist. Looking up at him you noticed he’s about a head taller than you. Feeling you tense in his hold he quickly dropped his hand from your waist and trained his gaze on the broken down door.

“We have to go before more come.”

“What about your crew? Are you just going to leave them here?”

“They can get out just fine by themselves,” he growled.

And with that he grabbed your hand and you made a run for it.

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sofasoap · 1 year

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Lastochka - Night

Pairing : Nikolai x F!Reader ( OC/Mini MacTavish)

Summary: Two can play the game.

Timeline-wise around Part III, before the hostage incident.

Part I , Part II, Interlude,Part III,Part IV,Part V,Epilogue

WARNING: Explicit. Smut warning. swearing.

Thanks to @homicidal-slvt for planting ideas into my brain. this whole series is all for you :)

My usual thanking @saltofmercury, mother of Mini, for lending me the character :) Please go and check out her fics!

“masterlist” for Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

Everything changed after the first kiss.

He becomes more bold with his touch, deliberately brushing against your body every time you pass by each other, Always sitting beside you whenever he gets the chance, snaking his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his side.

Ruffling your hair before slipping his hand ever so lightly down your neck, caressing the nape of your neck before giving you a wink, making you burn up like a furnace.

Leaving his shirt unbuttoned on a hot day, as he takes a big swig of water, deliberately letting it spill over, your eyes follow the droplets gliding down his chin, along his neck and finally wetting his gold necklace and chest, dusted with dark fine hair. You can just see the corner of his mouth curling so slightly as he caught you gawking at his beautiful form.

Two can play this game, you decided.

Lying your head on his thigh while he is busy going through the flight plan, he would peek down at you through the gaps, eyebrow arching. With a sultry smile, You run your hand sensually down the length of your body, lingering a bit between your thighs. You can see his eyes darkening as you stick two of your fingers in your mouth, licking and biting on it.

Or groaning loudly after you pick up a box of supply, in the most obscene way possible, so much so the team will turn around and look at you, totally confused. Stealing a glance at him, you can see him clenching his jaw, trying to control his urge.

“You are playing a very dangerous game here, lastochka.” He warned you once he pulled you into the shadow of the building, while everyone else was away in the mess hall, busily celebrating the success of the latest mission.

“You started it.” You flash him the most innocent smile on your face as your finger slips through the opening of his shirt, playing with the chain of his gold necklace and dog tag. He growled as he grabbed your face, slightly rough, and crashed his mouth into yours.

LIttle moments like these are rare to come by, and the two of you always make the most of it. The sexual tension between you two is starting to get unbearable.

Caught up in the moment you started to grind against him as he nudged your lips open with his tongue, deepening the kiss. You can hear his guttural moan before grabbing your waist with one of his hands to stop you.

“Not here my little bird… not here.” You whined as you tried to chase his mouth for more kisses as he reluctantly pulled away from you. He closes his eyes as he leans his forehead against yours, gently brushing your cheek with his knuckles, taking deep breaths in. “I want our first time to be in a nice soft bed, not in the middle of a battlefield. Because,” planting a soft kiss on your lip, full of love,” my beautiful Goddess deserves nothing but the best. I will worship every bit of your body, with all my soul.”

Price must have caught on what is going on between you two. But he never said anything. He would look at you, and to his friend with a frown before narrowing his eyes at Nikolai,Don’t mess this up, his eyes warned.

Finally during a bit of break between long missions, two of you snuck away, separately to avoid anyone’s suspicion. Away from all the chaos, prying eyes, a little safe house in the middle of countryside he knew people hardly used to spend quality time with each other.

You woke up in the middle of night, as you felt his lip peppering you with kisses.

“… Nik?”

“Mmm.”

“ You are here.” Propping yourself up,smiled lazily as you returned his kisses.

“Where else would I be?” He smirked.

With the dim night light, you can see he has already taken his shirt off, discarded carelessly on the floor.

“Someone’s eager.” You teased as he kneeled on the bed, legs on each side of yours, hovering over you.

“Well, you are the one to talk.” His darkened eyes roam hungrily at your already naked body, full of lust and desire. When he came into the bedroom, seeing your beautiful body, draped only in the thin bed sheet, his already hardened cock twitched. He has been a very patient man, waiting for you, and now, tonight, he can finally have you.

You licked your lip as you watched him slowly pull his belt off, you can see his full arousal even before he removes his trousers. You gasped loudly as he finally shredded all of his clothes.

“I did say I will make your jaw drop.” Oh him and his cocky attitude,he laughed at your reaction as your eyes widened and gaping as his hardened cock, dripping with precum, you are sure he is bigger than any of the lovers you had before him. Your core burns with desire as your mind starts to imagine how deliciously filled and stretched you will be once he is within you.

Pouting slightly as you extend your hand out for him, inviting him into your space, he gently kisses your wrist, working his way up your arm, while keeping his eye contact with yours.

You gasped as he reached your neck, biting and sucking, leaving his marks behind.

“Making sure everyone will know you belong to me later on.” He muttered as he buried his head into the crook of your neck and grasped one of your breasts, gently massaging it.

You feel like you're going to burst into flame with anticipation, as he leaves trails of kisses down your body, towards the valley between your thighs.

Nudging your legs apart slowly, he ran his callous finger up and down the wet folds of your sex,

“So wet for me already?” he chuckled as he inserted a finger pumping it slowly, eliciting a moan from you. “Got to get you nicely prepared, my милая, look how tight you are.” You bucked your hip as he inserted another finger in, carefully twisting it. “I can’t wait to feel your tight cunt wrapped around my cock. Have you screaming out loud my name.” He leaned forward, tongue swirling around your clit. You grabbed onto his hair, pushing him closer, wanting more.

You were sobbing and withering away in ecstasy as he speeding up the pumping of his finger, curling up ever so slightly to hit the soft spot that makes you shudder, and finally grasping tightly to the sheet as he making you cum hard by sucking and humming against your clit.

Giving you no chance of recovery,he pushes and move himself back up towards you, leaning down to give you a deep kiss as he lined himself up against your soaking wet opening, sliding with ease in with one thrust. You hissed ,still overly sensitive from the blessed high you have only experienced minute ago, you clinch down hard on his large cock, eliciting a loud groan from him.

Holding you close while both of you take a moment to adjust to each other, he caresses your hair while whispering words of encouragement into your ear. You close your eyes,nuzzling your face into his neck, running your hand up and down his back as you enjoy the feeling of him fully seated inside you, stretching like you have never experienced before.

Starting slowly, he moves his hip, sliding the whole length of his cock out before slamming back into you, again and again. With each thrust, you moan and cry out to him, begging him to go faster.

“Patience my lastochka,” opening your eyes, you can see him grinning,”let me enjoy you, and making sure,” adjusting himself, changing the angle slightly to push himself deeper into you, “that your body will be craving for me,” and another harsh thrust, “and ONLY for me from now on.”

Hitting your sweet spot as he speeds up, you can feel the distinctive coil deep down, you instinctively hook your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He must have sensed it too, he stopped his thrust, and you looked at him with confusion, and a squeal as he pulled you up into seating position. OH.

“I did promise you to go for a good ride didn’t I?” He purred into your ear, as grabbed onto your waist, lightly thrusting up. You nodded your head, slightly shy all of sudden from remembering your dream. Grabbing onto his shoulders, you adjust your legs slightly, to straddle him better. Lifting yourself off before sinking back down into his cock, you rolled your head back,enjoying him from this new position, with him trailing kisses down your neck.

“That’s it my beautiful Goddess, come for me.” Your mind went blank, eyes rolling back as he started sucking your nipple, digging your nail into his shoulder, the other grabbing his gold chain, screaming out as you came harder than before. During the haziness of riding out your orgasm, you can feel his thrust getting more sloppy before letting out a loud groan, his own orgasm hitting him, coating your wall with his hot cum.

The room was silent apart from the sound of both of you panting away, trying to steady the breath.

Your eyes started to flutter close, totally drained out from the love making session. You wrap your arms around Nikolai’s neck, snuggling into him, dozing off.

“Come on little bird. Need to clean you up.” Shaking your head, too tired to move. He reluctantly pulls out from you, gently laying you back down into bed, before heading towards the bathroom. You shiver slightly, missing his warm body.

He returned with a warm towel, cleaning you up with such tenderness, like you are his most treasured prize.

Climbing back into bed with you, covering both up with the blanket, and caging you into his embrace.

“Sleep well my lastochka.” He murmured into your ear, before sleep took over both of you.

“Mini! Did you hear what I said?” One of the fellow medic nudges you with their elbow. Blinking a few times before mumbling an apology, you turn your attention back to the group you are currently sitting with at the bar.

It’s one of the post-mission nights when a few people from the base gather at the bar near the barrack, enjoying a bit of down time.

“Looking at the boys again?” One of the soldiers teased you. You made a face before taking a sip of your beer, not answering the question directly.

“I don’t know how you aren’t together with one of them, I mean,” waving her hand towards where the task force 141 men are sitting, “look at them!!”, few of them mumbled in agreement.

Rolling your eyes, “Come on, they are like brothers to me. ONE of them is my REAL brother for fucks sake.” You scrunch your face.

“How about Captain Price?”

You Groaned. “Can you imagine falling in love with your DAD?!!!”

“Um, fair enough. OH,what about,” Pointing to Nikolai, who is currently in deep discussion of some sort with Price, “That Russian pilot, he has been pretty flirtatious with you, he’s not bad either.”

You turn your head slightly, Nikolai sees your group’s attention was all on him, he lifts his glass up,acknowledging the group and giving you a wink.

“See! I am pretty sure he is interested in you.”

Well he better be interested in me, you thought as you played with the chain of your dog tag. Because I already fucked and married that man.

The morning after your first night together, Nikolai woke up by himself, he wandered into the kitchen, his heart soared when he saw you, standing with your back to him, wearing nothing but his shirt, swinging your hip to the jazz music you are currently playing on your phone, cooking breakfast.

Sense of domesticity hits him. Like the task force 141 men, most of his life has been covered with violence and bloodshed. His life sways between the above-board and underworld, he has many allies as he has enemies. He never had chances for creating a family, or even remember when was the last time he had communications with his own family back in Russia.

He silently moved forward, hugging you from behind, burying his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.

“OH! Good morning love.” You lean your head into him, smiling. “I am sorry if I was a bit too loud, waking you up.”

“Be mine.”he murmured.

“Mmm?”

“Be mine, my little bird.”

“I am already yours, you bampot.” You elbowed him lightly, “Unless you didn’t remember any of what happened last night.” You blushed.

“… be mine forever.”

You froze. Blinking a few times, you weren’t quite sure if you had heard him right. Reaching out to turn the stove off, you turned around in his arm, lifting his face with one of your hands, the other brushing his messy morning hair away from his face so you can look into his beautiful brown eyes.

“… you really mean it?” You whispered, a hint of insecurity sipping through. He leans down to give you a soft kiss. “I don’t offer or promise anything I cannot commit to, lastochka.”

You never know what prompted you to say yes that day. But most of the time you trust your gut instinct, and that has saved you many times.

Steering the topic away successfully from yourself, the group of you spend the rest of the night gossiping about other soldier’s love life and remembering those who have unfortunately never returned from the battlefield.

One by one, people start to leave as it gets later and later into the night. Soap came up to you as the group was leaving, to check if you were going to leave with them as well.

You shook your head and lifted your new glass of whisky up, “Just ordered this. Plus I want to have some peace and quiet after all those gossipers begging me for your phone number.” You handed the three boys various pieces of paper, with numbers scribbled on them. “Here you go boys. Up to you what you want to do with them. My wingwoman duties are done.” You stick your tongue out at them. Giving them each with a big hug before shooing them back to the base, you let out a sigh as you finally get a bit of quietness for the first time that night.

“This seat taken?” You heard Nikolai’s husky voice as he slip up behind you.

“Depends?” You giggled. “Come on. Take a seat with me. Where is Captain?”

“He left right after the boys left.” Ordering a glass of vodka for himself, he sat down beside you.

Leaning into your husband’s shoulder, he slid his hand under the bar table, threading his fingers between yours as he grabbed your hand.

You haven’t seen each other for a few weeks. And soon you will be sent away again into another covert mission.

You couldn’t refuse this one. Laswell and Price promised you it wouldn’t take you away too long. Only downside will be you will be going dark, all by yourself, for the duration of the mission.

“…. I have accepted another mission, We will have to go dark for a while Nik, it won’t take too long. I’ll be back before you know it.” You smile up at him, stroking his hand. “I already told Captain I will take a bit of time off, no more missions for a while, we can finally go on the honeymoon we have planned for God knows how long.”

He frowned. He doesn’t like you going on covert missions, you are not a trained soldier like the others, nor were you trained for undercover or covert missions. But he knows if Price or Laswell had to ask you, they had no other candidates or they were desperate for help.

“Make sure you pull out if anything goes wrong, don’t be a hero, alright?” He kisses you, expressing his worries.

“You know me, very good at running away.” He side eyed you as you try to reassure him., “I will be alright Love. I promise you.”

Neither of you knew a few weeks after, you would disappear, sparking a huge rescue mission and return as a broken woman.

@homicidal-slvt,

You can see I seriously gave up on the smut scene at the end lol. I really suck at it. I admire those who can write a great smut scene that flows.

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@roosterr @preciouslittlecreature

@boughhs

#cod nikolai #nikolai cod #nikolai cod x reader #nikolai cod x f!reader #taskforce 141 #nikolai reboot call of duty #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #john price #call of duty #nikolai cod x female reader #cod x reader #cod x you #call of duty mw 2022

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fictionkinfessions · 11 months

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Current Ask Games

[open for fictotypes and system members and those it's applicable for!]

Anonymous asked: I know pride month is almost over but I’m still curious to ask for anyone who wants to answer or remembers: What was it like being LGBT+ in your canon/past life? Like was the setting (whether it was a town, country or the world you live in) accepting of it or was it a challenge to be who you were?

#lgbt mems

Anonymous asked: whats ur most boring canon mine is carla jean moss from NCFOM & its like. i lived in a shitty trailer, worked at walmart, and then got murdered at 19. riveting. 10/10 past life.

#canon bores

Anonymous asked: can we bring back kin jobs? that game was awesome. hi my name is danny fenton and i work at a circus. i promise i wasn’t mind controlled into it this time you guys #👻🪐💫

#canon jobs

Anonymous asked: canon lookalikes (or a better name if you have one i guess): who is someone, likely from another media, who bares resemblance to you(r kin/fictive/c-link/etc.) appearance-wise? maybe also trait-wise if you'd like to add that

#canon lookalikes

EDIT Two more games!

Aonymous asked :new kin game perhaps? pick a source you kin from (or have alters from! wanna include my plurals in this one) and then count how many dollars you'll have based on the number of kins (or alters) you have, this can include non-canon characters and ocs that are tied to sources just so more people can participate, and you can count multiple timelines or kinning the same character in different aus. i'm proposing the name #dollarkins for this idea, and I'll start first!

going with hlvrai, i kin 11 characters in a canon compliant sense, and with aus... [cringes as i look have to count them all] I've got about 25 dollars in total..... i can get myself a 3 month essenital playstation plus subscription with that......

#dollarcanons

Anonymous asked: hi!! i am starting an ask game cause it seems fun! name your main kintype/ID, and then a non-media interest you have currently!! for example: Yugi Muto from Yu-Gi-Oh is really into roller coasters and theme parks these days!! they are so cool!! :D ! #🃏🌠👾

#canon interests

#ask games #mod posts #mod party cat #not confessions #pinned posts

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bihansthot · 10 months

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Someone in the apartment complex burnt their popcorn or dinner or something and the smell is just lingering in my bedroom. Ugh. I’m tired and want more Syzoth content, we need head canons and fluff and fun! There are lots of wonderful fanarts though and that’s fantastic, I know I’m a basic bitch jumping on the Reptile hype train but I don’t care. I also want to answer more headcanons and asks and stuff so feel free to send me any questions you have. I’m still not quite up to doing fic requests yet but pretty much anything else is fair game.

I’m happy to do content for all of the Lin Kuei (except Frost, sorry I don’t like writing for women) Rain, Reiko and Reptile! Other kharacters might open up in the future and I’m happy to answer questions about any kharacter. Please don’t be shy! Ns/fw is totally fine as long as it’s not a full blown fic request. Please note though I default to an AFAB reader, I am happy to change that if you request it though, it’s just my go to because that’s what I am and I identify as female. Also please note that I don’t do ships, I only do canon x reader I might throw in some Bi-Han x Syzoth here and there though because I enjoy them together. I also won’t do canon x oc, unless I’m asked about my OCs Hallvard or Ice I just do not know my moots or readers OCs well enough to write them. I’m sorry! (If I decide to do requests again I might do canon x oc in exchange for art or a return fic.) Other nos are incest or underage or gore, silly for MK I know but I don’t want to write about organs lol I’m iffy about child requests, I don’t mind talking about my fictional kids but I can physically have children myself so it’s sometimes a touchy subject for me. So, I guess I’ll say kid asks are at my discretion. Oh full on non con is a no but dub con and yandere are ok I guess? I don’t love writing yandere if I’m being totally honest. If any of these subjects bother you though please let me know if you need a specific tag so you don’t see it by mistake.

So, yeah asks are open I guess? I will try and sprinkle in more smut fics here and there too because smut is life, but like I said I’m more than happy to write ns/fw headcanons and stuff. I just can’t handle the commitment of a full blown fic request right now, but small things are good and keep me active in the kommunity. Also as always please feel free to talk to me at me whatever I’m always down to talk about MK :) I can also always be found on discord the server is 18+ but very chill and self ship friendly, but also ship friendly we have different roles to make everyone as happy as possible. Ok lovelies I think that’s everything, I’m going to spend the rest of my night trying to smell something other than burnt food.

Oh one last thing! Please specify what timeline your ask is for! I won’t write for Hanzo Scorpion but I guess I will try for Kuai Liang Scorpion. 🤷🏼‍♀️ I just need to know what Kuai Liang I’m working with if he’s involved.

I lied one more thing self ship and OC asks are always appreciated but not expected but I would love to talk about both if anyone is interested 👉👈

#mortal kombat #sub zero #scorpion #mk reptile #mk reiko #mk smoke #sektor #cyrax #mk rain #sub zero bros #head canon #asks open #send me stuff #self ship asks #self ship positivity

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luxaofhesperides · 4 months

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decided to make an actually useful pinned post so here we go:

i have a newsletter that goes out every so often with my thoughts on things, what i'm reading, and occasionally a look at my original wips. it's totally free bc this is just a little thing i do for fun. subscribe if u want! here's the link

all of my writing can be found under the 'my writing' tag. edits, usually book edits, are under 'my edit'.

my ao3 is aryelee and every fic i post in here is also posted over there so if youre having trouble finding something, that's where you should go!

all my random thoughts are tagged as 'rambles' and when i live blog the comics im reading, i use 'comic read' so block either of those if you don't want me clogging ur dash.

below the cut is a look at all of my wips at the tags i use for them

ORIGINAL WIPS

this darkness swallows us whole ; the very first wip i ever started when i first began writing. it's a hot mess with too many uncompleted first drafts, but i love it so much. demons, gray morality, and one mute girl ready to start throwing hands. - #camellia

every other face ; superhero wip! with a villain taking in a child and trying to live a normal life despite the hero, her main nemesis, constantly popping in to make sure the kid is safe and she hasn't decided to cause trouble. - #caerleon community

past the pages ; isekai wip focusing on the characters trying to figure out what went wrong when the 'villainess' goes missing, ruining the happy ending the protagonist was expecting

- no tag yet! will update once i post about the wip on here.

these aren't wings, they're futures ; in which tim and damian travel back in time to when jason was robin, and try to make this new timeline better while avoiding being caught by the bats for the illegal things they're doing as very young children. - ao3 link - #these arent wings

medium!tim verse ; in which tim is a medium who helps ghosts. three timelines planned: canon, polaris, and civilian. - ao3 link - #medium tim verse

manako ; my dc oc, a very tired, no nonsense baker in gotham who doesn't want to deal with bats begging for snacks in the middle of the night. ocs everywhere, and a look into the community of gotham and the life of civilians. - ao3 link (to be made) - #manako

OTHER

ghostlights requests (dc x dp) ; fics made for danny fenton/duke thomas prompts sent in to me. currently not accepting prompts. - ao3 link - #prompt fill

those who serve (dc x dp) ; danny is taken in by alfred and works as his apprentice in wayne manor. - ao3 link - #alfred's apprentice au

my askbox is always open if you want to know more about any of these!

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#rambles #that should cover everything worthwhile

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arueternity · 1 year

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Unofficial Sleep Token Headcanon/Lore

A guide to AruEternity's Vessels

Hello lovies, I am taking inspo from one of my friends here. Everyone has their own versions of the vessels and their own ocs, I just would like to share mine with yall! So everything you read here is ALL HEADCANONS!! Please keep that in mind during this. I will be using names that I hope and pray aren’t the actual vessels' names, (I will cry if it is and most likely change them.) But again this is just how I see my boys; none of this is solid or finished yet. Little lore overview, none of the vessels are human anymore due to their past and their meeting with Sleep. Sleep in this version is a rouge god who typically follows the idea of having angels under him/to help him. He can change people and remake them similarly to how he is doing with the vessels. If Sleep were to go without a vessel or a connection to a vessel for a long period of time he becomes weak and slowly dies. It is the idea that for a god to live, they need followers. All the vessels change in their own ways and are molded by Sleep to fit what he wants out of them. He can reset the timeline if he deems the vessels to be defective/not up to standard. The timeline so far has been reset roughly 100 times, the only ones with active memory of this is Sleep and his angels.

TW: Sexual themes, SA, Drug-use, Major character death, OD, Depression, Minor character death, suicidal ideation, if I've missed any please let me know!

Vessel

Name - Elliot Burns

Age - 28

Height - 6’2

Personality -

Spreactic and almost loving aggressive. His devotion to Sleep distracts him often so he is normally seen as quiet and or loving to the others. While he doesn’t like being alone he is okay with it sometimes… Other times it brings up the anxious part of himself. Super affectionate and loving but in a “please don’t notice” way. Becomes slightly violent when things are no longer in his control/he cannot understand them/

Connection to Sleep -

Sleep’s main vessel, the one who he always turns to. Elliot was the first real worshipper of Sleep gaining him a strong connection to the deity. Their relationship is a toxic “I cannot live without you” type.

Transformation -

3 total sets of eyes are similarly placed where his mask is, all glowing with soft white light. The bottom half of his face is skinned leaving his teeth exposed. As for his teeth, his K9s go down past his bottom lip and are extremely sharp. Emits a gentle black smoke from his mouth and body. Giant split down the middle of his chest, breastbone to belly button, this is where a closed human eye sits and never opens.

Mini backstory - Very short

Elliot was an obsessive lover, going out of his way to make anything come true for his girlfriend of the time. They had been together for a while before she started to pull away slowly. This caused an extreme fight with them and a car crash that injured his lover. Shortly after they ended up breaking up due to her blaming him for everything and finally coming clean she didn’t love him for him. Elliot in a fit of anger began to search for ways to get her back and to make her love him. Unfortunately, nothing worked, not even the magic research he did. That was until one-night Sleep came to him in a dream and guided him to someone who could guide him to him.

Name - Silas Palmer

Age - 24

Height - 5’6

Personality

The calmest out of all the vessels. Seems always to be sitting alone trying to draw and or get high. He doesn’t personally care for the drama but is the one everyone comes to when there is something going wrong. Very “wise” and helps guide others. Silas does have a Playboy vibe and will act on it on rare occasions.

Connection to Sleep -

Sleep’s second most trusted vessel. However, their relationship is strained due to the forcefulness of Silas’ connecting/bonding with Sleep. Silas has forgiven Sleep after years of struggling with the aftermath, seeing the pack as the only ones he needs due to their willingness to accept his gender identity.

Transformation -

Skinned mouth starting from just behind his teeth. Stretch marks from the stress of the mouth going closer into/near his eyes. A sewed shut-eye in the middle of his forehead that softly glows and moves behind the lid. Smaller cuts/scars scattering his body where eyes would grow if needed. Many of the scars are from fights with the other vessels.

Mini backstory -

Growing up in the incorrect body had caused him many issues with friends and family. Many did not understand or chose to understand how Silas was feeling. It was a constant struggle throughout high school and college. Eventually, he was able to save up enough money by working himself exhausted to get top surgery. While being the happiest moment in his life so far, he was no longer in contact with his old friends or family. Silas was disowned for finally achieving his dream. Slowly he turned to alcohol to ease the pain of being alone. Eventually, he was able to meet someone who he thought would love him for him. Unfortunately, the relationship turned abusive after Silas was unable to quit drinking. His girlfriend pushed him away after hitting him many times over again.

III

Name - (Finn)egan Ridge

Age - 23

Height - 6’4

Personality -

The fun-loving chaos-causing type of person. He loves to play jokes and is always hyper no matter what. He does have moments when he is calm but most of the time he isn’t. Loves to do things he thinks others will laugh at.

Connection to Sleep -

Sleep’s third vessel. Sleep sees him as an entertaining person who gains the attention of many people. While this can be fun at times, he does also punish him often when he is “annoying.” Believes III needs to be safe but also wants to hurt him by influencing the others.

Transformation -

Asides from the deep ashy black that covers most of his chest and back, he is etched with the language of Sleep. His body being covered by some stories told by Sleep. The language mostly covers his arms and legs, while he does also have thick lettering wrapping around his wrist. At the base of his neck/collarbone and his lower back, there is a small area where a possible eye could form.

Mini backstory -

Was the miracle baby that his family had always wanted. Ended up doing everything for them and tried his best. After going into college he learned it wasn’t for him so his grades started to slip and he fell into using heavy drugs. Slowly he turned into the college drug dealer which got him kicked out. His family had still sent him money because he never told them. Eventually after becoming very popular in his dealings, he was able to gain a lot of money. With this money, he bought and used drugs alongside buying prostitutes for himself. After hiring the wrong person, they forced him to attempt to OD, he was turned into a prostitute himself after “saving his life” Here he met someone he deemed ‘‘Sugar” and enjoyed the buyer's company. Sadly the pimp he worked for did not like this and killed Finn in front of Sugar.

Name - Felix Payne

Age - 27

Height - 6’0

Personality -

He is seen as aggressive and quiet. Felix is mostly angry at himself rather than others, making him quiet and always anxious. He fears that one day he’ll up and leave like his father did again. Felix is anxiously attached to everyone but refuses to let them in. Though he can be loving at times he holds those close for the fear of losing the moment.

Connection to Sleep -

Sleep’s 4th vessel. He sees him similarly as Elliot, with a strong connection even though he is not the strongest vessel. Sleep pities the boy so he picks him to use whenever he is feeling especially angry. Which in turn has turned Felix into an even more angry person.

Transformation -

Has gold and red bands inked into his body that circles his wrist, fingers, ankles, thighs, and neck. They are technically not tattoos just an add-on to the already deep ashy black that they are all changing to. While he doesn’t have eyes on his body, he does have a moon shape (the moon logo) under his chin/jaw area. As a punishment or if Sleep is feeling it, the golden bands on his neck slowly turn into a thorn crown that rests on his eyes. It rarely happens since he tries not to upset Sleep.

Mini backstory -

Had a mostly good life besides having to deal with a dad who left and came back 24/7. He was forced into playing the perfect family, this later turned into his own form of trauma and learning. Once he was older he got a good-paying job that had long hours and split an apartment with a college student. Didn’t mind paying for everything. He ends up lashing out at all of his friends and is diagnosed with severe anxiety, depression, and some anger issues, all similar to his father. Eventually, one day he decides to leave after he can no longer handle the stress of himself, this is where he meets Vessel after wandering for hours.

Name - Kieran Wiggs

Age - 26

Height - 5’11

Personality -

A goofy unhinged boy. He is extremely loving in all the wrong ways. Kieran is passionate but loses motivation extremely quickly. He relies on the others to help him during his rough moments. If he were to become too angry he relapses into a rage episode and attempts to harm or kill the other vessels. Unhinged but loveable in moments.

Connection to Sleep -

Sleep’s 5th vessel, sees him as just another one of the people he can use. Kieran doesn’t really mind him at all and sometimes is extremely thankful for him. He does wish he could get his memories back but Sleep refuses and says he will not have a defective vessel.

Transformation -

Has the band’s moon-type symbol on his forehead, the darkening to ashy black stops just under his chin before it spikes into a deep black across his face.

Mini backstory -

Had a very happy and popular childhood/teen years. Kieran was known for his musical abilities and later made a band called Dreamer’s Archive with a few friends. Their band became popular but died out after the disappearance of their lead singer Kieran. Turns out his girlfriend of 3 months had dragged him away and turned abusive. Forcing him to take more drugs and numb him. She slowly began to turn him into basically a slave for money. Letting people do whatever they wanted to him as long as they paid. Kieran couldn’t do anything to stop it due to the constant drugs in his system. He had a final straw moment and ran away while trying to OD.

VII

Name - Cole Lindsey

Age - 25

Height - 6’5

Personality -

Spitfire aggressive vessel. Cole often times tries to start fights with anyone he does not deem in his “circle” and or is not trustworthy. He always attempts to gain his old life back so he can feel the same freedom. Can be very flirty at times but if he is not growling/hiss or flirting, he is extremely quiet. Brooding almost but just does not have a lot to say.

Connection to Sleep -

Very unsure of him, 7 being a holy number his bond/connection is nearly as strong as Vessel’s. He is weary of him and chooses to act as though he does not exist sometimes. Cole oftentimes is forced into a trance due to acting against Sleep.

Transformation -

He is covered in scars, everything from his past life. Due to his scars being so many and some so wide, they are slowly turning into open eyes. They move independently to one another and blink/glare. The larger of his scars are opened into fanged mouths with long tongues. Dark black fingertips that slowly fade up to his elbow. His body is cold to the touch. His real/nature eyes are clouded over as though he is blind.

Mini backstory -

He didn’t have the best home life so he picked to do anything to make money. In his part of the world he was able to join many underground and illegal organizations such as underground boxing, motorcycle and drift car racing. Had dated the girlfriend of the revival ground and ended up killing her after he forced herself onto his life during a race. They slid and she (Maddy) had hit a wall and broke her neck and split open her chest. Come tried to save her but ended up accidentally pushing her ribs into her heart. He was later killed by her boyfriend and his body was tossed into a river to decompose.

Angel(s)

Name - Velika (Ragnar)

Age - Unkown

Height - 5’1

Personality -

Soft and bubbly in moments, very playful. She is known to crawl things and be very independent. Hard-headed and refuses to take no for an answer.

Stubborn independence bubble. She is known to want to do things her own way and will not stop till the task is complete. She does not care for help since she grew up believing in fighting for one's self. A dominant personality that often times climbs counters to get a laugh out of her friends/lovers.

Connection to Sleep -

The ex-wife of Sleep, is technically still married but they are not together. That way anymore

First angel known to Sleep after getting kicked out of the god system…

Helper who always guides the first vessel (Elliot) to sleep

Transformation -

Black wings, soft black around fingertips and toes, fangs, normal looking or the most part

Mini backstory -

Grew up with her father teaching her warrior-like skills in private away from her mother. Mother was the village cook and was well-loved. Father ends up dying in war so Vel joins the fight at age 22. (Takes on her father's name) meets a wounded soldier and it turns out to be Sleep’s very first vessel. She helps him and they end up falling in love. They get married and have 2 kids. Second birth brings her to the brink of death. Sleep turns her into an angel for him hoping to save her. Vel is extremely upset and slowly begins to resent sleep. Is forced into following him through timelines and watches her children die.

#sleep token #sleep token ii #sleep token iii #sleep token iv #sleep token vessel #imagine #headcanon #original character #how i see it #sleep token band #rambles #x reader #sleep token x reader

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legacieswcrp · 11 days

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Would you mind explaining more about how character cool-downs will work, esp at the beginning of the rp? It sounds like an interesting system. 👀 Glad there won't be any hard limits bc I already have three different concepts rotating in my head like a rotisserie chicken.

Ah yes, the OC rotisserie, my old friend. ♡

"Cool-downs" may have been the less apt term to use in retrospect, but essentially you can create OR drop one character once between each monthly world update announcement. This is mostly to keep staff pressure light and provide ample time both for new characters to set up and for outgoing characters to get all of their loose ends accounted for, but also to encourage players to think carefully about which characters they bring and hopefully avoid falling into the "revolving-door" cycle of making and dropping characters that gets the better of a lot of WCRPers. Making new characters is fun and exciting, but with Legacies we want to keep the story and the world front and center with as consistent a cast as we can comfortably manage.

That said, we do have space on the server for AU drabbles, character/story drafting, ClanGen save sharing, and so on so you can still tap into that new character hype when you want to! Rapid character turnover isn't something we consider a bad thing, it's just not what Legacies' RP proper is built for.

Submitting a character into active play and removing an active character from the RP setting/roster are bound to monthly limits. Creating adopts for others to pick up is totally free rein, and adopts can be very simple to make if you want them to be - our only requirement for adopt listings is that all adoptables must be stated to be sufficiently closely related to an active approved character; close family (including mentors, apprentices, and found family) and friends are fine, but nespring, grandparents, cousins, etc are not adopt material at Legacies unless they have a clear close bond with an established character. This is so we keep plenty of room for creating family trees between players, and so we don't flood the RP roster with unplayed NPCs. Picking up an adoptable character to RP, however, is also limited to the monthly timeline, since that is functionally the same as submitting an OC. Normally, you can only do one of these three things one time each month, unless you specifically need to gut your roster for essential activity purposes (in that case, just ask staff; we'll usually be happy to help!)

For example, if you choose to drop an active character in June, you can't pick up a new adopt or drop a second character until July. You can ask adopt makers to hold their adopts for you, though, and while there aren't currently rules about this specifically, we are going to encourage that sort of patience and flexibility when it comes to adoptions specifically because the timeline for roster edits is so slow.

There are some exceptions to this timeline, though:

Newcomers to the server can make or claim two characters in their first month. This isn't just for server launch, but for all future openings.

New faction openings will give all current players the option to create one "freebie" character in or related to that faction without any impact on their roster timelines.

Certain RP events may introduce new adoptable characters or openings for plot-specific character roles; these also function as exceptions to the standard roster timeline, but require staff approval before starting. Some characters of this nature may be temporary to the RP setting and tied specifically to the plot that introduced them, while others may be or become long-term residents - ultimately these details are down to whoever is running the event.

Other players dropping plot-essential characters is a major point of staff concern at Legacies that we hope to address by giving players the option of creating substitute characters - not copies of the absent characters, but new faces filling similar relationship and story roles where they are needed to keep RP accessible to everyone - in the event of a drop, character death, or other major plot event that might otherwise render an associated character or storyline difficult or impossible for others to safely play. These special staff-assisted plot adopts will never be bound by roster timelines so that the players who post them may get back to the action as quickly and smoothly as possible.

Kit births do not qualify as extenuating events in the RP, and kit claims function as standard OC submissions and adoptions on the same timeline as other standard characters. This is because Legacies runs in-RP litters as player or staff-run adopts, with the actual kitting only happening once adoptions for the litter are closed.

That said, the roster timeline is not a hard 30-day wait - creating a character at the end of one month doesn't mean you'll have to wait until the end of the next month to make another, you can make your next submission or drop as soon as the next monthly RP update goes live (something we will endeavor to always keep within the first week of each month). We just ask that you don't add or drop multiple times in a single month, as both can be complicated affairs that require a lot of attention and writing work for involved and affected players.

#asked and answered #mechanics #character creation #anonymous

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nanaosaki3940 · 1 year

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Something About Us [Tokyo Revengers]

|| Tokyo Revengers ||

(Almost follows the canon storyline of TR & is up-to-date with the manga.)

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Angst.

Pairing: Keisuke Baji X OC

Mentioned pairing: Mikey X OC, Shinichiro X OC

Note: A snippet from my original Tokyo Revengers fanfic "A Condition Called Love". I know this is an xOC fic but you can read it as self-insert if you want.

Read the second part here - Part 2

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3rd Person’s POV (Year 2010 – The New Timeline)

It had been 12 years since Mikey, Takemichi, Baji, and Nana traveled back in time to fix the previous disastrous future from falling apart even further; 7 years since they and the others formed the Tokyo Manji Gang again from scratch; 4 years since their battle with Tenjiku and the Black Dragons; and 2 years since the disbandment of Toman. So much time had passed by since then and so many experiences they encountered all throughout these years. And now that they were out of that delinquent life for good, the time had finally come for them to face and experience a new chapter of their lives which was adulthood.

It was the year 2010 when Nana Osaki and Keisuke Baji became the 3rd year students at Tokyo University located in Bunkyo, Tokyo. In that university, at the age of 20, the mentioned young adults were studying in two separate departments of their personal preferences as they had totally two different dreams that they were following and pursuing. The former Advisor of Toman was majoring in Medicine since she was planning to become a researcher in the future while the former 1st Division Captain was majoring in Veterinary Medicine because he was dreaming of becoming a vet one day, which would give him the opportunity to spend more time with animals.

They weren’t a part of the legendary Toman anymore as the infamous delinquent gang was dissolved way back in their high school days when they were at the peak of fame and glory. And soon after the disbandment, almost everyone graduated from high school and went in different directions in life. While people like Nana, Baji, Mitsuya, Chifuyu, Kazutora, Kisaki, Kokonoi, and Takemichi went to attend their preferred colleges or universities inside Tokyo city, others like Mikey, Draken, Izana, and others went in different routes to pursue their own dreams and passions.

Now coming back to the two main protagonists (Nana and Baji), on one fine weekend, Baji went to visit his mother (Ryoko Baji) after getting a phone call from the older woman early that morning. He went to visit her at their old apartment where they once lived together and now Ryoko was the only one living there, all on her own.

Meanwhile, on the other hand, Baji and Nana were now living together in a shared apartment just a bit away from the university campus location. It was something they both decided back when they were in their final year in high school, that they were going to live together once after getting into college. They always wanted to live independently away from their families after becoming college students yet they also wanted to stay with each other since they were dating; so this current living arrangement of theirs was the most convenient way to fulfill their both college and dating life desires with no difficulties whatsoever.

Baji was still out and hadn’t returned home yet, so Nana decided to spend her lonely spare time watching TV since she didn’t have anything better to do at that moment. Going through the channels with a bored look on her face, the sound of the doorbell suddenly went off and it caught her interest; Baji was back home.

“Welcome back, Kei.” Nana greeted him with a smile as she opened the door for him.

“Hey, I’m back…” Baji responded, smiling back at her and immediately Nana noticed something was off about him.

Something seemed different about Baji’s smile. It looked a bit tired and forced. Nana wanted to ask if anything was bothering him, or how his visit at his mother’s place went but nothing came out of her mouth. She simply let Baji walk into the house before he freshened up and changed his clothes and after that, he joined her on the couch in the living room. The look on his face was telling her that he was feeling conflicted about something.

“Nana, there's something that's been eating me up. Can I talk to you about it?” Baji asked, wearing his infamous frowning expression on his face, and in response, Nana turned down the volume of the TV so that she could pay attention to his words.

“Yeah, sure. What is it?” Nana asked in a soft concerned tone, leaning to his side while Baji leaned back on the couch to get more comfortable.

“My Dad is staying at the hospital. Should I visit him or not?” he asked in a quiet voice and Nana’s eyes widened a bit in surprise.

She was shocked to hear Baji mentioning his father all of a sudden like that. After all, his parents got a divorce a few years ago just because his father was cheating on his mother, Ryoko. Baji took his mother’s side and supported her meanwhile despised his father for what he did to her.

“What? Hospital?” Nana questioned back in confusion. “What about Ryoko-san? Does she know?”

“She was the one who told me to go and see him.” Baji sighed in response while Nana reached out and gently took his hands in her smaller ones.

“What happened? Is he in a critical condition?” she asked worriedly.

“I couldn’t stand Mom talking about him. So I didn’t listen to a word she said and just stomped out.” He groaned in frustration, running a hand through his long raven locks.

“Geez… what are you, six or something?” Nana sighed, slightly shaking her head at him. “So… What do you wanna do?”

“I don’t want to see him. Even now I still hate him.” Baji revealed, furrowing his eyebrows even deeper as he sounded conflicted.

“But the reason you’re bothered by it… isn’t it because you wanna see him?” Nana asked, tilting her head to the side.

“If you were me, would you go?” he asked as he looked back at Nana with anticipation.

“I’m not sure, Keisuke... Wouldn't it be good to visit him, just once?” she trailed off in a confused tone, furrowing her eyebrows a bit as she didn’t know what to say to him. “I mean, he’s sick… Once you see him, it will be clear whether it was a mistake or not that you met him.”

In response, Baji let out a heavy sigh again before leaning his head back on the couch and closing his eyes for a moment. Taking the opportunity, Nana then reached out and began to run her dainty fingers through his raven locks, slowly massaging his scalp to ease him and calm him down.

“Maybe…” he muttered, calming down a bit and Nana gave him a soft look in concern.

Nana wanted to help him out with his family issues and everything but also at the same time, she didn’t want to appear as pushy or forceful in his eyes. She knew for sure that Baji would open up his heart to her on his own sooner or later and so she decided to remain silent and give him the time and space he needed to understand and figure out his own feelings.

“I hope he’s not seriously ill.” She whispered in response as she placed a kiss on the side of his head.

“Yeah…” he whispered back.

After that a few more days went by and Baji then finally decided to go and meet up with his father in Kyoto. While on his way heading there as he traveled in a bullet train, Baji began to recall back to those old days and times when he was still a kindergartener himself and his parents were all lovey-dovey to each other as a happy married couple. Baji really loved the type of relationship his parents had with one another at that time and he always dreamed of becoming a good partner or husband like his own father when he would grow up. Back then, Baji looked up to his father as an inspiration when it came to romance and relationships but now, that admiration was long gone and he felt nothing but hatred towards his father.

After reaching Kyoto, Baji wasted no time and went straight to the Kyoko City Hospital. He tracked down the room number before finally entering the ward where his father was staying over. And upon seeing his son, the first expression Baji’s father flashed out at him was utter shock and confusion.

“Yo, what’s up, old man?” Baji greeted his father calmly with a stoic expression as he walked towards the bed.

“Keisuke…” Baji’s father trailed off with widened eyes, sitting up on the hospital bed.

“So you have liver cirrhosis?” Baji asked as he put down the fruit basket that he bought for his father on the bedside table. “I brought some fruit but the nurse said you’re not allowed to eat anything. You should have taken better care of yourself. Then you won't have needed this operation in the first place. You can eat this later or give it to someone else.”

And just when he turned to face his father again, he noticed tears rolling down the cheeks of the older man. Baji’s father was crying; he was sobbing his heart out, happy with the fact that his son had finally come to see him at the hospital. He got so overwhelmed that he couldn’t stop tearing up in the end.

“Huh? Dad, are you crying?” Baji asked in a concerned tone, furrowing his eyebrows a bit as he reached out and patted his father’s shoulder. “Why are you crying, you dummy?”

How could I forget this…? Both Mom and Dad start tearing up whenever they get emotional… Such crybabies…

Minutes after that when the older man stopped crying and calmed down a bit, the father-son duo then decided to step outside of the hospital ward and go to the garden which was inside the hospital boundary where they could sit on a quiet bench and talk privately without anyone listening to them or interrupting them.

“Let me take a look at you, son.” Baji’s father cooed happily as he held his son’s face in his hands, squeezing his cheeks. “Geez, you're good-looking, just like me. Girls must be crazy about you.”

“Shut up and let go.” An annoyed Baji scowled in response and swatted his hands away from his face.

“You’re 20 now, right? Are you attending college?” his father asked.

“Yeah…” Baji replied, slightly nodding his head.

“What university do you go to? And what’s your major?” his father inquired even further.

“Tokyo University. And my major is veterinary science.” Baji replied to his father’s questions again.

“Oh! that's wonderful! Good for you.” His father grinned widely. “Do you have a girlfriend? Of course, you do, right?”

“Is this an interrogation or something?” Baji scoffed at his father. “What about you, Dad? I heard you broke up with that woman you remarried to.”

“How would you know?” the older man asked in surprise, his eyes widening a bit.

“Aunt Akari told me...” Baji responded back, referring to his paternal aunt (his father’s younger sister). “I kept in touch with her and my cousins.”

“But Akari never told me anything about it…” his father mumbled, pursing his lips a bit.

“Aunt said that your 2nd wife was a gold digger and you fell for it. And that she took half of your business from you.” Baji added, furrowing his eyebrows at his father again.

“You can’t trust anybody these days…” his father sighed with a sad smirk.

“That’s your punishment, Dad. For leaving Mom like that.” Baji scoffed again.

“Maybe… I guess you’re right…” his father agreed with his words, his face softening a bit.

Dad has aged a lot since I last saw him… He has wrinkles around his eyes and he looks gaunt… I could tell he lost weight too…

“You should make the best of what’s left of your business. And take care of your health.” Baji sighed heavily as he looked away from his father.

“Hey, Keisuke…” his father spoke up again, trailing off a bit. “If I go back to your Mom, do you think she'll accept me?”

And hearing that, Baji froze in his place. He snapped his head around, quickly looking back at his father again, and wore a deep scowl on his face.

“What…? Are you crazy? Did you just say that with a clear mind?” Baji snapped, scoffing at his father as if the older man had lost his mind or something.

“Also, you must have had a hard time not having a father around…” his father added in a soft tone, trying to convince his son to agree with him and help him out. “I’m going to say I’m sorry about everything and beg on my knees to have me back, So, I was hoping you would help-“

“Stop. Don’t even think about seeing Mom. If you do, I’ll beat the crap out of you, whether or not you’re my Dad.” Baji growled out in a low, threatening tone, frowning down at his own father with hatred swimming in his bronze-colored eyes.

If he was teen Baji, he would have immediately punched his father in the face and beat him up black and blue without any hesitation right then and there. But since he was a responsible adult now, he tried his best to maintain his cool and composure at that very moment. Sure Baji was somewhat still the same as how he was in the past, but with the passage of time, he started to change his attitude as he aged and grew older. Because he knew he couldn’t keep up with that aggressive attitude for the rest of his life, especially a life which he was sharing with his beloved Nana. Sure he was still somewhat aggressive and violent like his teenage self, but he also knew how to keep his cool and immediately calmed down whenever the situation needed.

“Are you the one who’s out of his mind? Watch what you're saying, boy.” His father scoffed back and Baji’s scowl deepened even more. “What did I do that was so terribly wrong? Was it that bad that I need to take this crap from my own son? Of course, it was wrong to cheat on her. I’m not denying that. But the one who asked for a divorce was your Mom. I even told her if she wanted, she could go and have an affair herself! Whatever it took, I begged her that we stay together! Do you know why I did that? It was all for you that-“

His father’s blabbering was quickly cut off when suddenly Baji stood up from his seat and grabbed his father by the collar of his hospital shirt.

“If you had any idea what Mom had to go through all this time, you won't talk bullshit like that!!” Baji yelled out in his father’s face. “Don’t ever think about seeing Mom, or me ever again!! Got that?!”

This shocked his father causing the older man to not know how to respond to that. Baji tried to maintain his composure but in the end, he failed after hearing all those words coming from his father’s mouth. He then let go of his father with another scoff before turning around and quickly walking away from there.

I shouldn’t have met him… I’m so disappointed… After all, I used to love him… I wanted to take after him… Am I going to turn out like that too…?

Baji wasted no time and took the next bullet train to come back to Tokyo later that day. After reaching his city, he went straight back home, back to his beloved Nana. He needed Nana. He needed her to hug him. He needed her to comfort him.

“Hey, welcome home, Keisuke.” Nana welcomed him as soon as he walked through that front door. “How did the meeting go? Is your father seriously-“

But she was cut off when Baji threw his arms around her and pulled her into a bear hug. And this concerned the girl.

“Are you okay, Kei?” she asked lovingly, immediately hugging him back.

Baji wanted to cry his heart out but he couldn’t do it. He was exhausted, mentally and emotionally. In response, he tightened his grip around her, hugging her with his dear life, and buried his face deeper into the crook of her neck, inhaling the fruity scent that was coming from her long raven locks.

“Please, Nana… please just let me… just for a little while…”

A few months later

Months passed by since that incident. Baji thought he didn’t have to deal with his father ever again but destiny had its own plan for him and it was frustrating as hell.

“I went to Kyoto three days ago, where your Aunt Akari lives. I went to see your Dad too.” Ryoko stated in a soft tone with a distressed look on her face.

That evening, after getting off from work, Baji decided to drop by his mother’s place to visit her before heading back home. He usually did that whenever he got the time, so it was nothing unusual what he did today. But after getting there and listening to what his mother had told him just now left him in complete shock.

“Why?! Why would you want to meet Dad?” he gasped in surprise with a scowling face.

“Keisuke, why is not important right now…” Ryoko sighed in a quivering tone, looking down at her hands on her lap. “What should we do about your father? That poor thing… His condition is getting worse. He might die like this. Akari took care of him until now. But she has come down with uterine cancer and has to have an operation herself. She had to work and take care of your Dad at the same time, so she must have overworked herself… There is nobody to take care of your Dad… What should we do?”

“Why should we do anything for someone like him?!” Baji snapped again before grabbing his mother’s hands in his larger ones. “Mom, don’t contact Aunt Akari anymore! I won’t contact anyone on Dad’s side either. They have nothing to do with us anymore. Please let's just forget about them all.”

Even though he said those words, he could definitely see the pain and distress in his mother’s eyes and face. His father cheated on her and yet she still cared for him to some extent. Baji just couldn’t comprehend this. How could she even care about that man? And why did she care about him? Did she seriously forgive him even after what he did to her years ago?

Although she looks scary, Mom is actually so kind… She still cares for that man while I hate his fucking guts… God forbids but if I ever cheat on Nana, would she forgive me like how Mom forgave Dad…? Would she still care for me even if I leave her for another woman…?

Baji hated doing this but he didn’t have any other choice. He didn’t want to see his mother cry again. So he decided to go and visit his father once again in Kyoto. He again took a bullet train to travel towards his destination and on the way, he was typing down his report on his laptop which he had to submit within the next few days.

I have to write my report since I won’t be able to take the midterm exam. But I can’t concentrate… Why on earth do I have to waste all my time on Dad? How frustrating... I spent almost two whole hours on the train, but only managed to write a few lines, making me feel anxious…

Soon he reached Kyoto and went straight to the Kyoto City Hospital. There at the front door, he was greeted by his aunt Akari who looked exactly like the younger female version of his father.

“Keisuke, I’m sorry…” Akari stated in a soft concerned tone. “I’m really sorry for making you come all the way here…”

“Aunt Akari, why did you tell Mom about Dad?” Keisuke asked in annoyance. “Did you have to tell her? You know very well what Mom had to go through because of him.”

In response, Akari looked down at the ground with a sad, guilty expression on her and that sight softened Baji’s eyes a bit.

I wanted to shout at my Aunt for using my soft-hearted Mom… But my Aunt's face had become so pale and lifeless, it was obvious how much suffering she had been through. I couldn’t stay angry at her… My Aunt always looked so young and beautiful back then, but now that youth and beauty of hers were long gone… It was evident that she was sick too…

“He’s in here…” Akari noted before opening the door of the ward where his father was staying over. “Nii-san, Keisuke is here to see you… He must have been so worried about you. it took him two hours to get here.”

Akari and Baji walked into the room and he noticed his father sitting on the bed and was looking out at the window, his back was facing them. As soon as Akari said those words, his father turned around to look at them and his gaze fell on Baji’s form. Immediately his expression changed from neutral to anger and it threw Baji off-guard.

“Why are you here?!! Akari, you crazy bitch!!” his father suddenly screamed out in pure rage and threw a pillow at his sister. “It was you, wasn’t it? You brought him here! Are you out of your mind?! Get out! Get lost! You have rotten a lot! Never come here again!!”

Baji quickly stepped in and held his aunt in his arms before looking back at his father. He was about to scold the older man for yelling at his aunt but immediately cut off himself when he noticed his father was now standing up from the bed with an enraged expression and clenched fists, glaring at them. Dull skin, abnormally swollen belly, skinny body, wrinkly face – that was how he could describe his father’s current appearance now. And seeing his father like this left Baji in utter shock.

“Keisuke… Let’s get out of here for now…” Akari whimpered out in pain and Baji immediately stepped out of the room, pulling his aunt with him.

“Aunt, are you okay? Is Dad always like that?” Baji asked in concern.

“Nii-san… He must have been so embarrassed to see you… He’s not always like that, I promise. He must be having a hard time too. He can't control his body. He must feel so stressed.” Akari muttered in embarrassment.

She just said that he’s not always like that… Which may mean that this isn’t the first time…

“Keisuke, I’m sorry for calling your mother… I'll look after Nii-san, whatever it takes. Tell Ryoko-san that I’m sorry for being so selfish. And thank you for coming all the way out here.” Akari added and Baji simply nodded his head in response even though his heart was conflicted.

“Okay… I’ll get going now.” Baji mumbled to his aunt.

“All right. You work hard on your studies and stay healthy.” His aunt added.

“I will…” Baji replied and with that, he left the scene with a heavy heart.

I want to run away right now… Skinny cheeks and hands, dull-colored skin, a stomach abnormally swollen up from ascites… When I saw him I could see how serious his condition was… Perhaps, it's my fault… Maybe it’s because I was so mad at him and turned away like that… No way… It's all Dad's fault… But if Dad dies like this, what on earth am I going to do…?

As Baji traveled back to Tokyo, he began to recall his mother’s words again.

Your Dad is really sick, Keisuke. Your Aunt is suffering a lot too. Couldn't we help out…? Just until your Aunt recovers from her operation? If we are by his side, he might get better…

Baji let out a heavy sigh and leaned back on the seat of the train he was traveling in. He then received a text message from Nana saying that she would be waiting for him at the train station to pick him up. And seeing her text brought a small smile to his face.

I want to lean on Nana… I want her to comfort me… I want to talk to her about what I should do…

Later after reaching Tokyo, Baji met up with Nana at the station and the Osaki girl threw herself in his arms as soon as she noticed her boyfriend.

“Keisuke! Welcome back!” Nana greeted him with a sweet grin and a warm hug, something which he really needed after his long tiring journey from Kyoto.

“Hey, I’m back.” Baji chuckled in response, hugging her back.

“How was the trip? I’m glad you arrived safely.” Nana stated as they pulled away from the hug.

“Yeah, it was okay.” Baji responded back calmly, grabbing her hand and intertwining their fingers.

“Did you eat anything on the way?” She asked and he shook his head as a no. “Okay, come on then. Let’s go eat something nice. It's on me.”

“Sure. You choose the menu.” Baji smiled at her and Nana noticed something was strange about him.

Baji just flashed out a small, tired smile. He wasn’t smiling or grinning like how he always did; he wasn’t flashing out his signature wolfish grin from time to time, something that Nana really loved about him and now she missed seeing that smile. He wasn’t being his normal energetic self lately and it was concerning Nana a lot. She knew how it was rough for him to deal with the issues related to his father and he had been dealing with those issues ever since his parents got that divorce but then again, these issues weren’t unavoidable. Baji just couldn’t pretend that his father didn’t exist or anything. He just couldn’t run away from it.

As they both settled down at a nearby restaurant and ordered Baji’s favorite yakisoba noddle for their today’s lunch preference, Nana noticed how Baji hadn’t talked about himself this entire time.

“Didn’t you say you have to hand in reports for both your summer school courses? How's that going?” Nana asked as they waited at their table for the food to come.

“Oops, I forgot.” Baji groaned in reply, slapping the palm of his hand on his forehead before running that same hand through his raven locks in frustration. “I’ll have to write them as soon as we get back home tonight.”

“Also, I forgot to ask... How's your dad doing now?” she asked carefully in a concerned tone.

“His condition has become worse. So I think I’ll have to stay in Kyoto for the summer break.” He replied in a nonchalant way and that surprised Nana.

“I didn’t know that…” she trailed off, raising an eyebrow at him.

“That’s because I didn’t tell you.” He replied with a smile.

“Isn’t there anyone else who can take care of him? Are you sure you’ll be okay, Keisuke?” she asked as she reached out and gently grabbed his hands in hers.

“I’ll be fine. All I have to do is just sit next to him.” He reassured her, giving Nana’s hands a light squeeze.

“Don’t you have any other relatives? Or maybe you can hire a care worker…” Nana stated, throwing out some options at him.

“There’s no need. I can handle it.” Baji responded back, reassuring her once again but Nana knew how he was feeling at that moment.

Why is Keisuke pretending to be okay? I get that he’s worried about his father and everything, but it’s also stressing him out so much… I feel so helpless right now… I can’t do anything for him to reduce his problems or ease his anxiety…

After that a couple of more days passed by in peace and it was the time when Baji was ready to leave for Kyoto.

“You didn’t have to come here today though.” Baji stated with a smile as he and Nana arrived at the train station.

“But I wanted to see you off at the station.” Nana countered back in a sweet voice and Baji’s heart just melted away at the sound of it.

“There’s no need.” Baji chuckled softly. “It’s not as if I’m going somewhere special.”

“I want to stay with you for as long as I can. I won’t be able to see you for quite a while. I’m gonna miss you…” Nana noted, revealing her true feelings and Baji’s face softened at her sight.

He then opened his arms widely at her and a bright smile adorned his face. It wasn’t one of those tired smiles he had been giving her lately. This smile he was flashing at her right now was genuine and loving.

“Nana, give me a hug.” Baji stated in a tender tone and in response, Nana wrapped her arms around his torso, giving him a warm embrace.

“Don’t get stressed out while you’re there.” She mumbled into his chest causing Baji to smile and press a soft kiss on top of her head.

“Okay. It's gonna be boring, so call me as often as you can.” Baji stated as he hugged her back, tightening the grip around her.

“You too… And you have to tell me if you are having a hard time.” Nana added in a concerned tone, bringing another smile to Baji’s face.

“I will…” Baji reassured her once again.

And with that Baji left for Kyoto once again and this time around it was for almost a month and a half.

Since then Baji had been taking care of his sick father at the Kyoto City Hospital but the older man was someone who didn’t listen to any word that anyone said.

“Damn it! Why won't you just let me drink?! Leave me to die already!” Baji’s father cried out in anger and frustration, squirming in Baji’s hold as the younger male was dragging the older one down the hallway and back to his ward.

“Shut up, old man!” Baji snapped at his father, scowling as he threw him onto the bed once they reached the ward.

“You too, Keisuke! You don’t want me around either, do you?! Damn it! You’re the only son I have got and look at you!” Baji’s father continued to cry and nag.

“Be quiet in the hospital. Please.” Baji begged in frustration, his patience running thin right now.

Soon later the doctor came with a nurse and checked up on his father.

“He’s suddenly started coughing and his condition seems to be getting worse…” Baji informed the doctor while his father was now sound asleep.

“That’s because his liver is functioning poorly and he cannot detoxify anything. After the ascites puncture, I’ll inject some pain relievers. You as the guardian must keep an eye on him, so that he doesn't drink or smoke. I have informed you already. this isn't the first time this has happened. I’m sure you are aware of it.” The doctor stated.

“I’m sorry, sir.” Baji apologized in embarrassment but there was nothing he could do about it.

As days went by, his father was becoming even more childish and was throwing even more fits and tantrums in unnecessary situations. And because of his father’s antics, there were even days when he couldn’t sleep that well or study properly even though he had his books in his hands.

One day when Baji came back to the wardroom, he found his father having a heated argument with some other patients.

“Turn the volume down, man!” his father yelled out, enraged.

“Everyone's fine watching TV! What’s your problem?!” the other patients yelled back.

“My head’s throbbing! Turn the volume down! How many times do I have to say it?!” his father countered back.

“What’s wrong?” Baji asked, stepping up to handle the situation.

“These people have the remote control, so I told them to turn the volume down! And all they did was press the volume button once!” his father complained.

“There’s nothing to be mad about. Stop it.” Baji stated, requesting his father to calm down.

Even though his father later cooled off, that didn’t change the fact he tried to cause chaos earlier.

“The patient is making too much of a fuss. The other patients are complaining. He has changed wards so many times already. This has to stop.” The nurse complained to Baji later that day in the hallway.

And Baji being Baji, accepted all the faults and mistakes.

“I’m sorry. I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.” Baji apologized, bowing his head to her.

The nurse simply scoffed at him in response and walked away from there. Baji couldn’t even complain about it because he knew she was right. Baji went back to the room and sat down on a chair beside his father’s bed. His father was laying down there on his side, his back was facing Baji.

“You go home now, Keisuke.” Baji’s father stated in a tired, monotone voice.

“And who will take care of you if I do?” Baji scowled in response, picking up a textbook to read.

“Since when do you care?” his father scoffed. “There is Akari. What’s she doing? Why isn't she coming?”

“Aunt is tired too. Just let her get some rest.” Baji replied with a sigh, turning the pages of the book.

“Why would she be tired? Geez…” his father sighed and Baji scoffed silently in response.

You know nothing, Dad…

At that moment, Baji began to recall back what his aunt had told him a few days ago.

Keisuke, please don’t tell Nii-san that I’m ill… He might get ideas… You know, he might do something drastic… I’m so worried… Keisuke, you understand right…? Please take good care of him for me…

Baji let out a heavy sigh at the thought of his aunt’s words.

I feel like I’m suffocating… this situation… everyone… I’m suffocating… How frustrating, all because of him… I wish he would just die…

As soon as he realized the last thought that came to his mind, Baji froze in his spot. With a conflicted heart and feelings, Baji stood up from the chair and began to walk out of the room.

“I’m gonna step outside. I’ll be back.” He informed his father.

“Since when did you start telling me when you were leaving? Have some dinner while you are out there. The hospital food is foul.” His father responded back through his coughing but Baji didn’t say anything back and simply walked out of there.

To Baji, being around his father was suffocating for him. He needed to take a breather for a moment.

I’m fucking crazy. I really am. What was I thinking? I’m supposed to be taking care of Dad… Get a hold of yourself, Keisuke.

Baji then went to the terrace of the hospital which had a small beautiful garden up there and after going there, he lit up a cigarette to smoke. While taking a long drag from his cigar, Baji ran his hand through his loose ponytailed hair in frustration as he watched the sunset from the distance, observing how the color of the sky was changing in the time of twilight.

Dad looks dead and he smells bad… There’s nothing about him that’s living… At the hospital the subtle scent of medicine and the ward's atmosphere… It takes away all my energy… Even when someone screams in pain, nobody cares… It's the same for me… When will this be over…? Even if Aunt Akari has her surgery, I’ll probably still be the one that has to take care of Dad. I would not be able to pretend he doesn’t exist like I used to. Yeah, there's nothing wrong with me wishing he were dead. I have always hated him so much… And it will be better for Mom and Aunt if he isn't around… It would be better if he didn't exist…

Baji was keeping himself so busy these days that he didn’t even realize his own health was deteriorating too. One day after using the bathroom, when he was washing his hands at the sink, he noticed his own reflection in the mirror. He looked so exhausted and lifeless as if he was done with his own life.

I have dark bags under my eyes… My skin is pale and dull… Why am I breaking out all of a sudden? Geez… I’m freaking ugly…

The only time Baji could calm himself down and be happy for once was whenever he talked to Nana over the phone. She would tell him about her studies and her part-time jobs, about the people she hung out with that day, about Shinichiro or Mikey’s stupid antics, about Kazutora or Chifuyu’s craziness and so many other more. Baji loved hearing her talk but sometimes it ached his heart whenever she mentioned Shinichiro or Mikey over the phone given that he was fully aware of their crush or romantic feelings for her.

I miss Nana a lot. But she's studying and working day and night. I can’t ask her to come and meet me all the way here. I want to hear her voice. But it’s getting harder for me to talk to her. All I can say is “I’m hurting”. And I honestly can’t enjoy listening to her stories the way I used to. Above all else, though… Please don't talk about other guys, especially Shinichiro-kun and Mikey… You’re making me nervous, Nana…

A few more days passed by and it was the time when Baji’s aunt was about to have an operation for her uterine cancer. One afternoon, Aunt Akari dropped by the Kyoto City Hospital to check up on her brother and her nephew, to see how they were doing these days. Baji’s father was laying down on the bed with his eyes closed while Akari sat on the chair beside the bed and by her side, Baji was standing there with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Aunt, has your operation been scheduled?” Baji asked his aunt while his eyes were fixated on his sleeping father.

“Yeah, it’s in two weeks.” Akari muttered tiredly in response.

“Don’t you have to be hospitalized before that?” he asked further.

“Just the day before the operation.” She replied before looking up at Baji with worried eyes. “Can't Nii-san have an operation too?”

“If it was liver cancer an operation would be possible, but in the case of liver cirrhosis, the liver itself hardens, so a transplant is the only way. There are so few donors and so many people on the waiting list… Usually, a family member with the same blood type donates a part of their liver.” Baji replied and that’s when he noticed the change of aura around his aunt.

“If that’s the case…” she trailed off in a nervous tone, her voice quivered. “Keisuke, what was your blood type again…?”

In response, Baji frowned at his aunt and looked at her in a way as if she had lost her mind. Why was she being so selfish now?

“Shut up, you crazy bitch. Have you lost your mind?” Baji’s father suddenly spoke up and this caught their attention, throwing them completely off guard.

“Nii-san! I thought you were asleep.” Akari gasped out in surprise, noticing the said man was now wide awake.

“If you plan to keep talking bullshit, don't come here ever again, you damn witch.” The older man snapped at her again.

And this comment hurt her feelings once again. Akari had tolerated his verbal abuse, profanities, and offensive comments since he was admitted to the hospital for his liver cirrhosis disease. For months she was keeping up with this but her brother’s attitude towards her never changed nor even softened a bit.

“I need to use the bathroom…” Akari excused herself in a quiet tone before quickly walking away from there.

Baji watched his aunt walking out of the room and in that moment, he felt bad for the older woman.

“Hey, don't listen to a word she says.” Baji’s father spoke up again. “She’s just stressed, that’s all…”

“I know. Don't worry. I’m not gonna go to all that fucking trouble for you.” Baji scoffed at his father with annoyance, ending the conversation right then and there.

It had been a month since Baji left Tokyo and came here to Kyoto to help his father. He wasn’t in contact with his friends that much lately, but the only person he had been talking to every single day was Nana. Because she was the only person who understood him from the inside out. And that’s when Baji received this text message from her earlier this morning.

Nana: I’m on the train for Kyoto. I’ll be there in half an hour. It’s Kyoto City Hospital, right?

Baji felt like his heart just skipped a beat in shock and happiness. He then wasted no time and immediately texted her back.

Baji: Yes. But you don’t need to come alone. I’ll meet you at the station and pick you up. If I leave now, I can meet you right when you arrive.

Nana: Okay! See you at the station then. Love you!~

Baji: Love you too, babe!

The conversation eventually came to an end and Baji walked down the hallway of the hospital with a bright smile on his face as he was making his way toward his father’s wardroom, feeling fuzzy and giddy on the inside.

First I have to shave. I also need to brush my hair. Geez, I wish I was wearing something nicer today…

But as soon as he stepped inside the room, he noticed his father was missing once again and wasn’t in his bed. And that brought an annoyed scowl on Baji’s face. He let out a loud scoff in irritation and stomped away from there, heading out to find his father again. In the end, he finally found the older man who was drinking alcohol at a nearby restaurant.

“Stop drinking! You have been doing a good job staying sober these days! What's wrong with you now?!” Baji scolded his drunk father as he grabbed his arm and tried to pull him up from his chair. “What on earth’s wrong with you?! Don't you know why you're paying all that money to be hospitalized?! Do you really want to die or something?!”

“It would be better if I were dead…” his father muttered these words out in a dejected tone, feeling regretful for his actions.

“Fine! Fucking die, then!” Baji snapped again before successfully pulling his father up from the seat and was now dragging him back to the hospital.

“I’m giving Akari a hard time… and you too… I’m so stupid… Why am I still alive…?” his father cried as Baji helped his father to walk with his arms on his shoulders.

“If you have the sense to say stuff like that, quit drinking first.” Baji scoffed in response.

“I have already failed… my life’s a failure… my last days… why are they so pathetic?” his father sobbed out again but Baji remained silent this time around.

Slowly they came back to the hospital and as Baji was about to enter the main entrance, he noticed someone familiar standing outside the hospital, leaving him in utter shock. It was Nana, all dressed up nice and pretty.

“I was waiting for you at the station but you didn’t come, Kei.” Nana smiled sweetly at Baji, clutching onto the straps of her bag before her eyes traveled over to Baji’s father. “Nice to see you again, Mr. Baji.”

The said older man simply nodded his head at her in response but Nana could tell that he wasn’t able to recognize her. She was about to introduce herself to him but suddenly Baji spoke up.

“Let me take my Dad back to his room. You wait here, Nana.” Baji replied in a gruff tone, furrowing his eyebrows a bit.

Baji was irritated right now, yes. But he wasn’t irritated at Nana; he was actually irritated at his own father. Furious to be more exact. Because of him, Baji wasn’t able to pick up Nana from the train station and she had to come here all on her own. And on top of that, Nana had to see him and his father like this. How embarrassing. He had never felt so pathetic as he was now.

“Keisuke, do you need any help?” Nana asked softly, walking towards them with a concerned look as she noticed the flushed, sweaty face of Baji which was caused by the heat of the summer sun shining above their heads.

“It’s okay. It's gonna take some time for me to take Dad to his ward. How about you wait for me at the café on the main street, yeah?” Baji stated, walking past Nana while dragging his father toward the entrance with him.

“Oh, okay…” Nana muttered in response, watching them walk away.

And that’s when Baji’s father let out a scoff and slightly pushed Baji away from him, removing his arms from his shoulders.

“Let go, Keisuke. Stop treating me like an invalid.” His father stated in a deep tone, trying to act in front of Nana that he wasn't helpless and pitiful at all. “I can go by myself. You go with your friend.”

The older man tried to walk on his own and he did just for a little bit before tripping on his own feet and falling onto the ground. Nana let out a gasp in concern as she and Baji immediately dashed toward him to help him get up. Baji was faster than her, so he was able to grab his father before Nana could even touch him.

“You can’t even stand by yourself. What are you talking about?” Baji scoffed at his father. “Stand up. I’ll help you walk.”

“Sir, are you all right?” Nana asked the older man worriedly before looking back at Baji. “Keisuke, I’ll help too.”

Nana was about to reach out and help the older man to stand up, but Baji beat her to it by gently grabbing her by the wrist, stopping her from reaching out any further.

“Nana, I said it’s okay. I can do it by myself. I don’t need your help. I’m already embarrassed as it is, so just please… Go and wait for me, okay?” Baji stated in a tired, annoyed tone and the tone of his voice softened Nana’s expression even more.

Nana didn’t say anything after that and watched Baji walk away with his sick father in his arms. This sight ached her heart.

Nana never realized how much Baji had changed within these last few years. Unlike his teenage self, the current adult Baji was responsible, sensible, and reliable. Sure, he was still pretty much aggressive, violent, and unpredictable like he was back then, but at the same time, he had also become quite calm and collected like how a responsible adult should be. He could take on any task even if it was hurting him physically, mentally, and emotionally. He never complained about anything and did everything on his own within his own capability while not saying a word to anyone. It was something that didn’t change in Baji; he would always try to figure out the solution by himself. If he believed that he could tackle the situation on his own, he wouldn’t ask for anyone’s help and would get extremely annoyed if anyone tried to interfere in his business.

As Nana waited for her boyfriend at the café, she sat at a table and had her head down on the table surface, slowly hitting her forehead in frustration and annoyance. She was frustrated and angry at her own self. She wanted to help Baji but she didn’t know how to.

Just then, at that moment, someone placed a hand on her forehead and stopped her from hitting herself. Nana immediately looked up to see who interfered with her and it turned out to be Baji.

“Oh, hey, Keisuke.” Nana greeted him again with a sweet smile.

“Why are you banging your head on the table?” Baji asked, raising an eyebrow. “You'll hurt yourself. Have you had lunch?”

“Not yet. Oh, what do you want to eat?” Nana asked, her smile widening even more. “Do you want me to buy you lunch?”

“You came all the way here.” Baji smiled softly at her in response, even though his eyes were telling him that he was tired and exhausted. “Tell me what you want to eat. I will pay.”

Nana didn’t reply and simply stared at the Baji with an intent gaze. She noticed his pale skin tone and the dark bags under his tired eyes. This simple sight of him ached her heart even more.

“I look pretty bad, huh?” Baji chuckled in humor.

“Yeah, real bad…” Nana trailed off in concern but didn’t say much after that.

Hours later, after having lunch together and talking for a while, they went to the train station as it was time for Nana to go back to Tokyo.

“Hasn’t your father been alone at the ward for too long? He seemed very unwell.” Nana pointed out worriedly as they waited for the train.

“I’m gonna head back as soon as you get on the train.” Baji replied calmly with his hands in his pockets before giving Nana a reassuring smile. “Don't worry. You came all the way here for me. I’m so sorry you have to go so early. I feel bad that all I have done is whine to you these past few days. I even acted harshly toward you today. I’m sorry about that too.”

“I’m the one who is sorry. I couldn’t do anything for you.” Nana responded back in a sorrowful tone, reaching out and grabbing Baji’s hands in her smaller ones, her heart was filled with a lot of regret.

Baji had always been like this. Whether it was him dealing with Kisaki in the previous timeline during the Valhalla incident or him dealing with his father in this new timeline, Baji always chose to solve any issue on his own. Although during the Valhalla incident, Nana herself was involved in that situation and was able to help him out just for a little bit, but in this case and situation where his sick father was involved, Nana couldn’t do anything for him.

“Attention to all passengers waiting to board. The 6:30 PM train to Tokyo will be arriving soon. Passengers, please…” The announcement was suddenly made.

“So don’t apologize to me...” Nana added as she looked up at him with teary eyes. “I’m the one that’s sorry. I’m so sorry I feel like I could die. I love you so much, Keisuke. I know that I can’t do anything for you right now. And I have been so cranky with you these past few days just because I have been busy. I hate myself for that and…”

“Why are you crying?” Baji asked in a soft concerned tone while cupping her face in his hands, brushing his thumbs on her rosy cheeks.

“I’m not.” Nana sobbed out quietly causing Baji’s gaze to soften at her sight.

He then leaned down a bit and kissed her on the forehead.

“Don’t cry.” He mumbled into her skin.

“You’re hurting, aren’t you?” she asked, her lips quivered a bit.

Baji then looked at her again and flashed out a small smile. It was a weary smile but it was loving and genuine.

“Yeah, I am.” He finally admitted his true feelings.

And it broke Nana even more, causing her to tear up again. This time Baji pulled her into a warm bear hug, giving her the reassurance she needed.

“You’re so silly, Nana.” Baji chuckled softly before placing kisses on top of her head, trying to calm her down. “You're here for me and that's all that matters. Don't worry. Thank you.”

Baji was grateful, really. It didn’t matter to him whether or not Nana was able to do anything for him. She was worried about him; that’s all it mattered. She cried for him, shed her own tears for him when he couldn’t do it himself; that’s all that mattered to him. And he was content with that. As long as Nana kept on loving him and wanting him, Baji didn’t need anything else in this world.

After Nana left, Baji immediately went back to the hospital only to not find his father again in the bed.

“Not again…” Baji groaned, letting out a heavy sigh before looking over at an elderly patient who also stayed in that same ward. “Sir, how long has my father been gone?”

“About half an hour maybe?” the man replied. “He was coughing a lot and then left the room. You know people should age gracefully and not be a nuisance to those around them.”

“Thank you for telling me…” Baji responded back politely with a bow and walked out of the room.

I bet he’s drinking again… Maybe I should look for him at the convenience store.

And just then, he remembered his aunt’s words.

Nii-san might get ideas… You know, he might do something drastic… I’m so worried…

Baji let out a small sigh and eventually made his way to the hospital terrace. There he found his father standing at the edge of the rooftop, looking up at the twilight sky. Feeling relieved that his father was okay, Baji pulled out a cigarette packet and a lighter from his pocket. The older man noticed the presence of his son behind him and so he turned around to face him.

“Since when do you smoke?” the older man asked in confusion as Baji stood a few feet away from him, lightening up his cigarette.

“Since a couple of years ago, I think? I was in high school back then.” Baji replied, taking a puff from his cigar.

“Don’t smoke. It’s bad for you.” His father advised in genuine concern.

“You stop drinking first, old man.” Baji scoffed in response.

“Don’t live your life like I have, Keisuke…” his father added. “The girl that came to see you today... Was she your girlfriend?”

“Yeah, it’s Nana…” Baji confirmed. “You know her.”

“Really? Her name does sound familiar though.” His father stated.

“Remember the Osaki couple who lived beside the Sano residence?” Baji asked and in response, his father nodded his head at him.

“I remember now. So she’s Daisuke-san and Junko-san's daughter.” His father noted before a sad smile adorned his face. “Shame she had to see such an ugly sight. Does she know you smoke?”

“No. I never told her. She’ll get worried.” Baji sighed heavily, slightly shaking his head.

“Then quit smoking already. Don't make her feel worried for you.” His father lightly scolded him and Baji’s eyes softened a bit before he tossed his cigarette away.

Baji began to wonder that one thing he thought about months ago; would Nana ever forgive him if he ever cheated on her. That thought itself made him feel sick to the stomach. He felt like puking at that moment. How could he ever do something like that? How could he ever hurt his precious, beloved Nana? Baji would rather kill himself off and die before even having the thought of cheating on her with someone else. Nana was right; he wasn’t like his father. He could never cheat on Nana. He would never do that to her.

“Hey, Dad… It was really difficult for Mom after the divorce…” Baji stated in a calming tone and his father listened to him carefully. “Did you know that? She had to take a year off work. She didn't want me to know, but she was taking antidepressants. But even then she didn’t want me to feel lonely. So she stayed at home all the time and cooked for me. Underneath her rough and tough exterior, Mom is so kind and gentle. You know that too, don't you, Dad?”

“Yeah…” his father trailed off in a low tone as he looked away from his son, guilt and regret washing through his veins.

“So, I don’t want Mom to worry about you anymore. I’ll donate my liver to you.” Baji went on in a firm tone with a serious look on his face and his father’s eyes went wide open in shock. “Take my liver and get well soon. Get on with your life and try harder than you are now. For me. For me and Aunt Akari. Please.”

His father was too shocked to come up with a response and that conversation ended that day.

A few days later, one early morning, when Baji went to visit his father at his ward, he noticed him not resting in the bed and was packing up his bags. He also wasn’t wearing his hospital clothes; rather he was on his normal casual clothes.

“Dad, where are you going?” Baji asked in confusion, furrowing his eyebrows a bit.

“Pack your things. I’m leaving the hospital. And… can you find a treatment center for me? One that treats alcoholism…” his father stated and that left Baji in complete shock.

But he didn’t say anything to his father. He did what the older man had told him to do. Hours later, they reached a treatment center which was located on top of a hill, just a bit far away from the Kyoto City Hospital.

“This is the treatment program.” The lady at the treatment center stated politely and handed them two forms to fill up their information. “As you can see, the course for smoking is best taken together with a guardian. Generally, patients are hospitalized for three months and then move on to an outpatient treatment program for one year.”

Baji and his father followed the instructions and carefully filled up the forms just as the lady had told them to do. And after going through some procedures and formalities, Baji’s father finally got admitted to the treatment center where he could treat his alcoholism problem now.

“The bus is taking so long. Maybe it’s because we are halfway up a mountain.” Baji let out a sigh as he and his father waited for the bus to arrive; the bus which would lead Baji back to Tokyo.

“You don’t have to come if it’s too much trouble.” His father stated softly.

“You heard the doctor. You have to take the Friday course together with your guardian.” Baji responded back in a nonchalant way, bringing a smile to his father’s face.

“It feels like just yesterday you were a middle schooler. Now you have grown up so much, you're acting as my guardian.” His father stated, reminiscing about the old days while also appreciating his son’s responsible behavior.

“I grew up to be a nice guy, didn’t I?” Baji smirked teasingly. “Mom did a good job raising me.”

“Yeah, yeah. You grew up well.” his father chuckled in response.

Later that day, in the evening, Nana was at her home in Tokyo, chilling by herself in the living room while reading some shoujo manga that she borrowed from Chifuyu a few days ago. In the middle of her reading session, she heard the sound of the doorbell just went off. Wondering who it could be, Nana got up from the couch and went towards the front door. She then opened the door and came face to face with a certain familiar person; it was Baji, standing there with a wide grin on his face.

Nana was so shocked to see him there. She couldn’t believe in her own eyes that he was there. And before she could even come up with any word, Baji threw himself in her arms and pulled her into a bear hug.

“You didn’t tell me that you were coming back today.” Nana chuckled in response, hugging him back. “I thought you were staying in Kyoto for a few more weeks.”

“I wanted to surprise you…” Baji responded with another grin before leaning down and pressing his lips against her. “I missed you, princess.”

“I missed you too, Kei.” She whispered back into the kiss, smiling as well.

A moment later, after pulling away from the sweet kiss, Nana looked up at him with concerned eyes.

“How is your father now? Is he okay?” she asked.

“He is in a treatment center for alcoholism...” Baji replied, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her even closer to his chest. “He said he's going to quit drinking.”

“Will he get better then?” she asked in worry and in response, Baji simply smiled at her.

“I guess he won’t get any worse…” he replied, hugging her again before burying his face into the crook of her neck.

“What about you? Are you all right, Kei?” she muttered, her face pressed against his chest as she listened to his heartbeat.

“I said I’d give him a liver transplant, but he said no...” Baji mumbled into her hair, his minty breath hitting her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. “He said that no matter how useless a father he may be, he didn't want to leave a scar on his son's body. And then he decided himself to enter the treatment center to cure his alcoholism. No matter what kind of person Dad is, I could tell that he does love me…”

“Well done. You have been through so much. I hope you’re okay now.” Nana sweetly smiled at him, causing Baji to return the gesture.

“Yeah, I’m okay… everything is okay now.” He whispered out to her in response.

This time, it’s not a lie. I really am okay...

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seadragon-sailing · 2 years

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@spoocysfunhouse Anon here! I know I could easily DM you this question but I thought it'd be more fun to ask you here on the blog. I hope you don't mind if I poke your brain a little

Is Silver a member of the crew in your story? I see him interacting with both the main cast crew and your oc's.

Did he ever face trial for what he did in the film? How does Silver work in your timeline?

Share some of the good tea if you please.

I’m really excited for this one, y’all! I’m totally open to people sending Asks about the story I’ve got going on for this blog! Continuities are really fluid here when it comes to outside interactions, but for the actual plot, I’ve got some good tea to spill. I sort of latched onto the idea that the story starts with the Hispaniola still on its way back to Bristol, but it’s being attacked by pirates. Basically like an alternate universe where it takes place at the end of the movie, and in the opening of the PC game.

Only Silver would participate in fighting off the pirates because I think– based on what the sources I read about the ending of the Treasure Island book said– Silver convinced Dr. Livesey that he was on their side and would help at any opportunity he could when they left the island, and he got a cut of the money. In short, he fits into my story as part of the main cast crew until they return to Bristol, where I’m assuming he does go to trial since he needed Jim as a witness. My guess is that Silver got to go back to work as the ship's cook, but I also wouldn’t be surprised if the rest of the crew unanimously agreed that they’d rather avoid the risk of Silver poisoning them, so they just keep him walking around to help with other tasks.

As for the interactions with my OCs…

Four pirates and a disgruntled captain are gonna be pretty guarded once the dust settles. Especially when it finally clicks with both Silver and Ben Gunn that Captain Ippuki and his crew aren’t the kind of pirates they thought they were all along. And something tells me that the civilians and sailor aboard are going to probably have some trust issues after the whole "hiring pirates unknowingly" thing.

#treasure island #return to treasure island #ostrov sokrovishch #treasure island 1988 #long john silver #captain smollett #ben gunn #treasure island oc #[Return To Treasure Island!AU]#[My Art]#spoocysfunhouse

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@lizarr7 replied to your post “yknow it’s occurring to me that I just sorta...”:

the helenas confuse me far more than the karas

NOOO the helenas are so straightforward bc i made Sleepwalker up so she's not real and doesn't count. thats just OC Helena

CTDE Helenas is really easy bc it's just Helena Wayne and then her Evil Sicko Counterpart i made up, whom she would shoot with a gun on sight if we let her. and we should probably let her

the canon helenas are easy to juggle IMO bc they're pretty distinct. but oh if you don't actually care about the intricacies of dc comics: dont open this post. dead inside

like ok yes dc comics might have 3 helenas waynes and at least one or two other helenas (wink) but they're like on a linear timeline so it's pretty easy i think.

helena wayne 1 - the daughter of batman and catwoman - was introduced in 1977. she uses the Huntress name until 1986, when a building collapses on her and she dies, and then the multiverse collapses on everyone else. this is dc resetting their continuity and starting over from scratch, so it all stops existing

helena wayne does NOT come back post-scratch, but is instead reimagined into a new character with a different backstory, called helena bertinelli. helena B sits on the Huntress Throne un-contested for over 20 years. on this blog we mostly ignore her because she's not helena wayne (sorry)

(you ask helena wayne to explain the 25 year gap on her resume and she's like "i was straight up a different guy")

(the comedy of my comics blorbo dying in 1986 is not lost on me)

in ~2011 dc scraps everything and starts over Again, with the new 52 publishing initiative. in this new continuity a lot of characters are given completely new backstories (which are noooot created equal). but on the upside, Helena Wayne 2 somehow crawled onto the Huntress Throne

(now, helena B had been the huntress for over 20 years, so she very much had her own fanbase at this point, who i can't imagine were uh Stoked about helena wayne walking back in and going "oh helena bertinelli can't come to the new 52. why? because she Died Off-Screen". the vibe probably was not friendly there) (but i think it turns out that helena B faked her death or something anyway??? idk that might be completely wrong i'm not really sure i dont really pay attention to her it just FEELS likely to me)

although she's still BatCat's daughter, Helena Wayne 2 is characterized differently from 1, and (per the n52 convention) has a totally new backstory and setup. so she's overall definitely a different guy from helena wayne 1. she smells different. the vibe here makes me think she's doing some conceptual spit-swapping with helena B (thinks about two helenas making out) oh my

anyway, the new 52 publishing initiative ended and everyone generally breathed a sigh of relief. the last time we saw Helena Wayne 2 was in ~2016 or so i think and i doubt we'll see her again. another helena wayne locked up in the vault. helenas waynes just get put ON ICE which i think helps keep things from getting tangled in my mind? they get tidied away 😔

helena B gets to keep the Huntress Throne to herself (and a swaggy new design if i might say so myself) for another ~5ish years or so, before the appearance of Helena Wayne 3 (Current Helena Wayne) who is AGAIN written differently with a different character setup, making her--in my opinion--a Third Distinct Helena Wayne

this one's BatCat's daughter from the future. but because she time traveled back and changed things, her future has ceased to exist and she's stuck here with the rest of us losers. this means YES currently helena B and W are coexisting in harmony, PEACE AND LOVE ON HUNTRESS EARTH!!!

and that's where we're at right now.

for me it's easy to keep the helena Ws straight because they're all different guys and occupy different time periods and never overlap each other. they also have different designs from each other. maybe it's more confusing if you get distracted by helena B in the middle, since she does occasionally overlap with them, but she's a separate guy and i'm very good at going "oh thats helena B so i don't rly care" (SORRY!!!! IM SURE SHES LOVELY!!! I REALLY DO LIKE HER WHEN I READ SOMETHING SHE'S IN I JUST DONT SEEK HER OUT)

most of the time, if you see helena in the wild, it's probably helena bertinelli. that's another thing that makes it kinda easy. when in doubt: probably bertinelli to be honest MDSHBFJSD

the lack of overlap and the very linear out-of-universe timeline make the Ws pretty easy to tell apart for me. i like all 3 of them, but i like them quite separately--they register as different guys to me. generally speaking CTDE characters are rarely 1:1 with a specific comic but as an exception, ctde helena is very easy to identify as being based on specifically Helena Wayne 2 because the main comic shes in is like my comfort comic <3 <3

and sleepwalker is 100% made up but helena would shoot her with a gun as mentioned.

the only thing i know about helena B is i think she might be catholic.

#ive had this ramble locked and loaded bc i think this is genuinely interesting. sorry you activated me. MDJBHGF #help do you guys remember last time i talked abt helena and i was like “do NOT look at me for ANY facts about her history”#and now im like "so it all started in 1977 #i'm aiming for reading completion on all 3 helenas waynes. that's my current mission.

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sanctum-of-ramshackle · 2 years

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Double the Isekai’d

[TWST AU]: An MC/Yuu who gets stranded in another world who also gets “adopted” by another MC/Yuu. Ft. Miyeon Choi

[Synopsis]: In this timeline, what If Miyeon and another MC/Yuu/[Y/N] we’re stuck in Twisted Wonderland together.

MC/Yuu/[Y/N] = No gender mentioned

[(A/N)]: Miyeon Choi is my TWST MC OC.

How this happened is Miyeon and MC/Yuu/[Y/N] were thrown into Twisted Wonderland at the same time.

Both of them were confused, almost got roasted by Grim and the ceremony still became a mess when the same feline menace attempted to get into NRC.

Miyeon was able to stop the disaster of the dorm sorting fiesco with their amulet that may or may not contain a powerful stone.

The Eldritch Master realized they have been stranded in another world. She explained the situation to MC/Yuu/[Y/N] and will try to find a solution to return to their original home worlds.

In the meantime, the storyline stayed the same, but this time the Eldritch Master is caring for the other like an older sibling as well as training MC/Yuu/[Y/N] to help protect themselves if they were in danger.

Now Miyeon still gets their job as a temporary professor and persuaded Crowley to enroll them if he also enrolls Grim. (Unless they decide to get help from another rival academy.)

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Wait, you’re a sorceress?

Miyeon: I am, but I prefer the Master of the Mystic Arts. I know, a mouth-full. I’m just more comfortable with the title.

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: …

Miyeon: …

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: …We’re gonna have so much trauma.

Miyeon: Oh definitely.

[Headmaster Crowley’s office]

Miyeon: Crowley! I told you to not load the hard labor on MC/Yuu/[Y/N]! They’re still too young.

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: We’re close in age.

Miyeon: Yeah, but I’m more traumatized than you.

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: That’s terrible to say.

Miyeon: I know. Just…I’ll take the hardships, you can continue studying and hang with your friends. Now, please go back to whatever you’re doing.

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Okay. *Leaves the office*

Crowley: You’re acting a bit protective, don’t you think.

Miyeon: *Sighs* They have no one else in this world. I’m trying to help them as much as I can.

[Ramshackle Sanctum]

[Phone buzzes]

Miyeon: *Picks it up* Choi speaking.

Ace: *On the other side* PICK US UP! We pissed off a grumpy lion!

Leona: *In the background* GET BACK HERE, YOU IDIOTS!

Miyeon: What did you do this?

Deuce: Ace fooled around in the botanical garden and woke Leona-senpai up!

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: MIYEON! HELP US!!!

Miyeon: *Protective sibling mode activated* Get out of the garden! I’ll open a portal! *Hangs up*

[Miyeon opens a portal to the Lounge Area of the sanctum and everyone runs through.]

Leona: Herbivore!

Miyeon: *Kicks him away* Sorry! *Closes the portal*

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Thank god you saved us! *Hugs them tightly*

Miyeon: *Stood still* What did you all do to piss off the King of Beasts?

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Ace’s pranks.

Miyeon: *Glares at the Heartslabyul student*

Ace: Whoa, wait. They’re good pranks, but he got in the way.

Miyeon: In the way? He naps in the Botanical Garden, pabo.

Ace: Hey! Don’t call me an idiot!

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Pabo~

Ace: *Groans*

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: *Texting someone*

Miyeon: *Looks over their shoulder* Who’s your friend?

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: *Spooked and almost dropped their phone* NO ONE!

Miyeon: Yah! I only asked who are you texting to.

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: You wouldn’t like him. He’s seems to like deceiving people for fun.

Miyeon: Everyone at NRC does that. You know I’ll have a long talk with them and be firm if they don’t want to upset you-

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: It’s Che’Nya. The RSA guy back when visiting Heartslabyul.

Miyeon: …

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]: Miyeon?

Miyeon: …When can I meet him?

[Totally not planning to make his appearance “disappear”.]

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eirian · 8 months

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oc spotlight: patoto (villainverse)

oh man ok. villainverse patoto. probably one of my favorite ocs ive ever made tbh

he started out as a joke almost, a sort of "what if?" au sorta deal. what if patoto was a villainous saiyan? it sounded like such a fun concept i just had to explore it. and then i came up with this design

which was just SO cool to me i couldnt stop thinking about it. and then before i knew it he became his own character--a patoto from a parallel universe where he was a ruthless warrior, totally opposite from his mainverse counterpart

he developed so fast from there. i gave him a companion that ended up being kinpa, and he developed into kinpa's bodyguard. i gave him a rival that ended up being calabris. i gave him a complicated relationship with his parents, one of which he thought was dead for most of his life (his armor is actually based off of hers to remember her by). his universe grew and his story basically wrote itself i was so obsessed with him and still am

here's his current ref showing how much he's grown

even today im still giving him more development and story! as of right now in the timeline (post-mirrors and post-facets), he has a child with his partner kinpa and his family has grown from just him to a group of six including himself! he's learned to have friends and open his heart to others, and he's gotten so strong im so proud of him.

mirrors would have never existed had i not ran with his concept like i did. his character and story contrasting with mainverse patoto's is just so fun and awesome to me and i've always had fun with it and i feel like i'll continue to have fun with it as well!!

i could honestly keep going about some specific details abt him like his relationship with kinpa and zumeg (both of them) and his father and his kid and. yknow what i will LOL

his relationship with kinpa started as just a bodyguard situation but OF COURSE that developed into an actual partnership bc i love that shit. he was this cold and frankly mean guy that wanted nothing to do with kinpa or being his bodyguard--he hated it. but after getting trapped on earth in a parallel universe, he learned to open up to the idea of having at least one friend and letting himself care about someone for the first time since he was a child.

as for his parents...thats complicated lol. (facets spoilers ahead !!!) his mother zumeg was presumed dead when she didnt return from a battle when he was just a boy, and his father left some time before that, so he was basically raised in an orphanage into adulthood (or at least until he could join the army). he met the mainverse zumeg and that shook him to his core bc she was not only so different but she still cared about him and reminded him what it was like to be loved by his own mother. it wasnt until way later, many many years later, that he decided he wanted to find his father and find out why he left them. after getting that clarification, he chose to give his father a second chance at being part of his life--more for himself than his father, really--and then not long after that he discovered his mother was actually alive, just under someone's control. he saved her, and suddenly he had a family again.

i havent quite developed his story with his kid just yet, but so far what i figure is that he isnt experienced with children at all so he does have a hard time balancing the tough parenting act and the gentle, kind parenting. snake (his son) does feel a pressure to be as great as his father, since he's heard the stories of how he saved the universe before and how he continues to fight and reach new heights. patoto is a little awkward at handling this and has a hard time showing that he's proud of his son and that sort of causes a little tension between them but it eventually works out

basically i love villainverse patoto. a lot. i would die for him actually

#oc spotlight

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unfortunate-arrow · 3 months

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𝐎𝐂 𝐱 𝐎𝐂 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: A Masterlist — 1870s-1950s

An open offer for oc x oc interactions for all of my HP OCs and the types of relationships that they’re open for! This also functions as a masterlist for my Hogwarts dorms. In addition, everyone featured will only get one tag to avoid breaking the post.

Interactions for ocs born between the 1960s & 2010s can be found here.

The preference is for mutuals and the ability to slip it the (few) storylines. If any of them strike your interest, please comment, reblog, send an ask, or DM and specify with the OCs’ names.

Extra Info:

Total Number of OCs: 17

Number of OCs Open for Dormmates: 11 & a half as two boys are in the same dorm

Number of OCs Open for Friendships: 15

Eras: HPHL, Victorian, WW1 & FBAWTFT

𝙻𝙴𝙶𝙰𝙲𝚈 𝙴𝚁𝙰

Orla O’Rourke

born september 6, 1873 | virgo

slytherin | pureblood | irish | infj | enneagram type 5w4

eldest of three and the great-grandmother of the o’donnell quads

pragmatic dreamer

trying her best, while clinging to doing what’s right for her and her family

translator of ancient runes

Love Interest: Cillian Lynch

Dorm: Orla | Helen Walsh (@camillejeaneshphm) | Cecilia Balinor (endlessly-cursed) | Maura Devitt (@mjs-oc-corner) | Ema McGilligundy (kc-and-co)

Open for: Friendships

Cillian Lynch

born march 5, 1874 | pisces

slytherin | pureblood | irish | entj | enneagram type 3

older twin and does not have a good relationship with his twin, it’s very antagonistic

great-grandfather of the o’donnells

started hogwarts in the third year

it’s very difficult to tell what cillian’s actual beliefs are and he’s not even sure himself

an extrovert who prefers to be alone

can be very defensive and has a lot of negative defense mechanisms

really hard to get to know and understand

appraiser of magical artifacts

Love Interest: Orla O’Rourke

Dorm: Cillian | Frederick Lavigne (slytherindisaster) |Bradford Pendleton (kc-and-co) | Elias Quintin (@amerrymystery)

Open for: Friendships, frenemies, and rivals

Tadhg Lynch

born march 5, 1874 | pisces

gryffindor | pureblood | irish | istp | enneagram type 7w6

does not get along with the rest of his family and has a very antagonistic with his twin brother, cillian

has a close knit group of friends that he thinks of as siblings

doing his best but in the most chaotic way possible

plays keeper on the gryffindor quidditch team

cursebreaker

has two timelines: the canon one where he dies in his early 20s and the au where he lives

Love Interest: Niamh Kelly

Dorm: Tadhg | Gabriel Sapieha (slytherindisaster) | Roel Leeuwenhoek (hufflefluffs)

Open for: Friendships

Niamh Kelly

b. february 9, 1875 | aquarius

ravenclaw | muggleborn | irish | enfp | enneagram type 7w8

grew up on a farm where she learned both men’s and women’s work

determined not to be constrained by the restrictions and expectations for women of the time

friendly, kind, intelligent, stubborn

ravenclaw prefect for her year, but is friends with a lot of the students in the year above her

she’s someone that you can count

auror

Love Interest: Tadhg Lynch

Dorm: Niamh | Primrose Gray (endlessly-cursed) | Siobhan Llewelyn (kc-and-co) | Gwen Archeron (@thatravenpuffwitch) | OPEN

Open for: Friendships, 1 dormmate

Vincent Fitzroy

b. october 4, 1875 | libra

first cousin once removed to queen victoria — illegitimate son of an actress and victoria’s fictional first cousin, prince peter augustus (the son of the fictional sixteenth child of king george iii and princess amelia’s twin, prince charles augustus)

thief and conman

guarded and trying to be better than his past

very charming when he wants to be and it’s kinda vincent’s natural way

feels very out of place in slytherin thanks to the pureblood ideals they espouse

career is tbd

Love Interest: Brianna O’Rourke

Dorm: Vincent | Tiernan O’Rourke Jr. | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN

Open for: Friendships, rivals, 3 dormmates

Brianna O’Rourke

b. march 26, 1876 | aries

hufflepuff | pureblood | irish | infp | enneagram type 9

youngest of three children, orla’s little sister

a twin with a brother in slytherin

an idealistic dreamer who refuses her father’s attempts at arranging her marriage

the first hufflepuff in her family in over three generations

the not-so perfect daughter who has a very strained and antagonistic relationship with her mother

hatstall between hufflepuff and slytherin

a sweetheart with a big, but guarded, heart

Love Interest: Vincent Fitzroy

Dorm: Brianna | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN

Open for: Friendships, 4 dormmates

𝚅𝙸𝙲𝚃𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙽 𝙴𝚁𝙰

Max Pembroke

b. october 31, 1880 | scorpio

oldest of three and very protective of his little sisters

seeker of the hufflepuff quidditch team

dog lover with an allergy to cats

homebody

on the serious side

smuggles a puppy, stanley, into hogwarts in his second year

plays professional quidditch as seeker for the caerphilly catapults and then the kenmare kestrels

Love Interest: Ivy Anders (@kc-and-co)

Dorm: Max | Jim Hexley (@the-al-chemist) | Lysander Mercury (slytherindisaster) | Jesse Seymour (endlessly-cursed) | OPEN

Open for: 1 dormmate

Georgie Parsons

b. january 31, 1881 | aquarius

older sister of divya parsons (endlessly-cursed)

dog lover and the owner of a corgi named bertie

guarded and almost always wearing a brave face

takes all of her responsibilities very seriously

puts others’ needs ahead of her own

made a prefect in her fifth year

lost both her parents before the age of 18

doing the best she can, but always feeling like she’d failing inside

eventually becomes a lawyer

Love Interest: Angelo della Rovere (@potionboy3)

Dorm: Georgie | Seraphina Hopper (thatravenpuffwitch) | Eleanor Parkmoore (@ellie-e-marcovitz) | Carmine Elderberry (potionboy3) | OPEN

Open for: Friendships, 1 dormmates

Edmund Kennedy

b. april 10, 1881 | aries

oldest of eight children with a twin sister

has been the man of the house since the age of 11

bisexual but doesn’t know it

has a very analytical mind

answers to both ed and ned, but generally prefers to be edmund

has the ability to see thestrals after watching his dad die when he was eleven

likes numbers because they’re rigid and have no expectations

made a prefect in his fifth year and then named headboy in his seventh year

works for the ministry’s treasury department in varying capacities

Love Interest: Lottie Gallagher (@slytherindisaster)

Dorm: Edmund | Adonis Demiurgos (endlessly-cursed) | Cyrus Northrup (ellie-e-marcovitz) | Oliver Gerard (kc-and-co) | OPEN

Open for: Friendships, rivals, 1 dormmates

Minerva Kennedy

b. april 10, 1881 | aries

oldest daughter and the second of eight children

has a very creative mind

hates being called min or minnie

rarely seen without her notebook

has a quick wit and often has a comeback

always has a book with her and she’s quite fond of muggle and gothic literature but don’t tell anyone

a writer and eventually a published author

Love Interest: Adonis Demiurgos (@endlessly-cursed)

Dorm: Minerva | Sara Rosier (endlessly-cursed) | Genevieve Davenport (gaygryffindorgal) | OPEN | OPEN

Open for: Friendships, rivals, and 2 dormmates

Simon Battersea

b. june 21, 1881 | gemini

hemophiliac

the earl of wexford and usually goes by wex or wexford

third of four children with two older brothers who passed away in a house fire when he was nine

has been the earl since he was nine and never expected to be the earl

his guardian tries to kill him a couple times and simon was emancipated at the age of nineteen

serious and cautious

he’s the last earl of wexford due to ireland gaining its independence from england

Love Interest: Nilüfer Sultan (@endlessly-cursed)

Dorm: Simon | Henry of Alderly (gaygryffindorgal) | Fintan Hopper (thatravenpuffwitch) | Colin Moss (@usernoneexistent) | OPEN

Open for: Friendships, 1 dormmate

William Devlin

b. july 5, 1881 | cancer

illegitimate son of a viscount and has a complex about that

awkward and quiet and generally keeps to himself

during his years at hogwarts, william’s engaged to primrose gray (endlessly-cursed) which ends in their seventh year

played seeker on the ravenclaw quidditch team while at school

artist

Love Interest: Josie Edwards (@slytherindisaster)

Dorm: William | Oscar Erdstern (cursed-herbalist) | Anthony Hawthorne (gaygryffindorgal) | Eliot Gerard (endlessly-cursed)

𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙻𝙳 𝚆𝙰𝚁 𝙸 𝙴𝚁𝙰

Ophelia Lovell

b. november 3, 1892 | scorpio

hufflepuff | half-blood | english | irish

linus’s older half-sister

joins world war i ‘cause her older brother, eugene, did and wants to make sure that he comes back alive — she fails at this

starts working as a nurse in wwi before being recruited into the owl airforce a year later

honestly just trying her best

probably ends up becoming a journalist

bisexual

often underestimated because she’s a woman in the early 1900s

single mother and widow after her husband dies in the war

she’s still in the early stages of being developed into a main oc, so i may add to this later

Love Interest: Klara Belikova (@gaygryffindorgal) ; Patrick Simmons (@potionboy3)

Dorm: Ophelia | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN

Open for: Friendships, 4 dormmates

Linus Sullivan

b. november 26, 1893 | saggitarius

wampus | muggleborn | american | infj | enneagram type 6

raised by a single mother

ophelia’s half-brother

does not agree with macusa’s rappaport law and repeatedly violates which means he’s being chased by hit wizard ralph myers

from new york state but not nyc

worked as a newsie after his mother died

soldier in the canadian army but eventually ends up in colm’s company

in regards to personality, he’s colm’s foil

fan of muggle american sports and uses american slang (such as no-maj)

an amateur artist with a penchant for comic strips

Love Interest: Maritza Krum (@potionboy3)

Dorm: Linus | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN

Open for: Friendships, 4 dormmates

Colm O’Shea

b. august 27, 1894 | virgo

irish republican and a supporter of the anglo-irish treaty of 1921

almost always talking and yet you know nothing about him

played keeper during his time at hogwarts

nicknamed cloverboy during the war

beefs with the english government and is not discreet about it

an intelligence operative for the ministry from 1914 to 1922

quidditch coach for the newly formed ireland national team

Love Interest: Ione Avery (@cursed-herbalist)

Dorm: Colm | Rory O’Neill | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN

Open for: Friendships, 3 dormmates

𝙵𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙲 𝙱𝙴𝙰𝚂𝚃𝚂

Rory O’Neill

b. may 8, 1894 | taurus

gryffindor | muggleborn | irish | istj | enneagram type 6w5

played chaser and then seeker while at hogwarts and eventually became gryffindor’s quidditch captain

he’s a widower as his first wife, frannie, died from complications during childbirth which means that he’s a single father

his son is number one priority most of the time

former street kid who grew up on the streets of belfast

closed off and hard to know

played seeker for the ballycastle bats and eventually he becomes one of the bats’ coaches

Love Interests: Francesca Ashby ; Ethel Malinda (@gaygryffindorgal)

Dorm: Rory | Colm O’Shea | OPEN | OPEN | OPEN

Aisling Lynch

b. april 22, 1907 | taurus

hufflepuff | half-blood | irish | isfp | enneagram type 6w7

tadhg lynch and niamh kelly’s daughter

was named prefect in her fifth year and headgirl in her seventh

eldest of three

her parents’ child with her father’s reserved nature and her mother’s desire to move outside of the women’s roles of the time

likes to see new things

travels extensively as a young woman due to a bad case of wanderlust

aurologist

Love Interest: Jojo Sapieha (@slytherindisaster)

Dorm: Aisling | Willa Stagg (kc-and-co) | Jocelyn Somerest (endlessly-cursed) | OPEN | OPEN

Open for: Friendships, 2 dormmates

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