#𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑

[gypsy-that-i-was]

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[jinchuls-moved]

𝙸𝚗 𝚂𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑 ˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ ·

╰┈➤ prince!sakusa kiyoomi x princess!reader

about ≡ a love that felt timeless comes to a halt; the man in front of you isn’t him but you don’t know here he has gone.

ANGST — 5.3k

MASTERLIST ≡ NEXT

divider by @/cafekitsune

The first time you saw him you were only a young child, as the only daughter–the only child–of the king’s closest confidant, you learnt of your engagement to the young prince as soon as you were of an age to understand what would be expected of you.

You stood in front of him, confident and proud; proving to him, to yourself and, most of all, to your mother you were worthy of the title that would one day be passed on to you.

Just children, finding their fates intertwined by forces they could not control and their betrothal that would not only impact their families, but the lives of each and every subject of Itachiyama, as your mother often put it.

From then on, you were forced to endure your mother’s lessons and unbearable pressure. Teaching you of all the expectations that will be placed on you in addition to her own that weighed down on your heart.

Time felt as though it slowed, day by day passing as your mother and various tutors join you in a study, bombarding you with the history of the family you are to wed into; etiquette lessons to become more accustomed to the manner in which you’d be expected to act as a royal. And, those you enjoyed the least, lessons in embroidery. Pricks of the needle into your fingertips, sloppy threadwork you weren’t certain would ever improve all whilst feeling berated by your mother as “a lady should be able to do this with ease.”

Months of lessons stretch to years, from etiquette and embroidery to each and every aspect you needed in order to become the best queen you could, even if that role was far in your future. Through it all, there was something that made the passing of time more bearable.

The blissful, peaceful days you could have with Sakusa by your side.

What had begun as forced, uncomfortable meetings, sharing tea under the watchful gaze of your mother, had turned into something you’d often look forward to. Exploring the palace grounds as children, taking a wrong turn one day and finding the new place of your ever more frequent encounters.

Starting with standing in the ankle-deep stream that ran along the left of the clearing, crystal clear water, that looked more than refreshing; evolving to basking in the sun in the heat of summer, sneaking pitchers of juice and snacks away from the maids before they’d notice the two of you, or the food, had gone missing. And, as the two of you grew into near adults—as your social debut, and your wedding approached—the clearing became the one place the two of you could forget the duties sitting heavy on your shoulders.

Under the weeping willow, shielded from everything outside, you’d sit with Sakusa’s head resting on your lap, gentle strokes through his hair, occasionally tracing your finger between the beauty marks on his forehead. The soft, sweet movements relieve him of all stress haunting him.

It was times like these where his princely nature, the vision the public had of him, would fumble and you would gain confidence to speak in ways you’d never let another witness as you gently ran your fingers through the curls of his hair, you studied the delicate features of his face as he closed his eyes, almost falling asleep with you as his pillow.

“What burdens you, My Dear?” He spoke up, eyes remaining closed. “I can feel the way you stare.” Now opening his eyes, his gaze meets yours, a soft frown on his face as he misinterpreted your silence as something worse.

“Nothing burdens me.” You smile, “I was simply thinking how much more enjoyable my time is when it is spent with you.”

He grins in return, lips faltering as he tries to hide his embarrassment, evident by the faint pink that adorns his cheeks. “I feel the same,” Sakusa whispers, reaching up to loosen your fingers from his curls and lacing his between yours. Bringing your hand closer, he places a soft kiss on your skin. “And, I must say. Though we had little choice, I am glad you are my betrothed.”

A sweet moment, one you had begun to cherish from the moment it occurred, or at least would have if it were not the final time you found the joy of his company and the clearing hand in hand. In fact, until the night of the ball hosted to celebrate his 18th birthday, you wouldn’t see him again.

You hadn’t thought much of it, assuming his responsibilities had made him too busy to make time for you, as it did occasionally. You find yourself missing him; waiting for the moment you could see him again, relaxed, under that oak tree but you have no luck until you’re attached to his arm, his partner as always, and waiting for the grand doors to open and your arrival to be announced to those lucky enough to receive an invitation.

They open and you can hear the faint music grow louder as you take your place at the top of the extravagant, and aggravatingly long, staircase allowing the guests time to lower their heads not only for the man at your side but the king and queen who had stepped in alongside you and, one day, they would do the same for you.

The music does not stop until you reach the bottom of the stairs as you wait for the king to announce the official beginning of the celebration; to wish his son well on the day intended to honour him. His speech comes to an end and the music brings the hall back to life. You’re pulled into idle chatter by those around you, some wanting to know of your well-being or your family’s, others solely interested in forming a connection with the future leaders of their kingdom.

Through it all, you simply wished for a moment of peace and an opportunity to escape. Yet another thing you’d learnt you shared with Sakusa: your distaste for expectation and attention.

You endure it for as long as you can, taking Sakusa’s hand as he requests your first dance, standing alongside your mother at the edge of the ballroom floor as Sakusa entertains each noble that approaches him. It seems like forever passes before you’re able to be beside him again, once more pulled into the centre of the floor (a result of your mother’s persistent pestering). You tell yourself there’s one more dance, a few more minutes of your time taken with everyone’s eyes locked onto the pair of you, an action you were sure you’d one day become accustomed to but, until then, you were left comforted by Sakusa’s words–encouraging you through each step.

Minute by minute, the night passes slowly—only enjoyable in the moment you find yourself hand in hand with Sakusa as he leads you through one of, what feels like, the hundreds of dances you had practiced all your life. His soft, gentle hands holding yours as though you were made of porcelain; as though one wrong move would shatter you in seconds.

Two or three dances pass—your movements seem to blend into the music, your focus only on him—you lose track of the time as the busy, political, intended nature of the ball. Leaving the dance floor, still hand in hand, you expect Sakusa to bid you farewell and mingle amongst those that will benefit him greatly once he is coronated.

But he never lets go. He never stops moving. He never looks back.

Pulling you from the vast ballroom you find yourself in the corridors of the palace, one’s you know well but ones that felt much different, more intimate now you were lead by your betrothed until you reach the beautiful glass doors that lead one of many balconies looking over the palace garden.

“What will people think?” You laugh, allowing him to pull you into the cold—he wastes no time in ridding himself of his jacket to wrap it around your shoulders. “The guest of honour hiding from his own celebration, taking a woman with him no less.” Fingers taking hold of the collars, you pull your covering closer. The familiar scent of him filling your nose.

“Taking his fiancé with him.” Sakusa corrects, leaning against the balcony rails as the cold breeze swims in the air. He looks beautiful as the wind disheveles every perfectly placed hair.

“We are yet to marry, there is still room for scandal.” He chuckles, staring down at the view of the garden. Making your way beside him everything feels right. The world you had been born to be part of, trained in your youth for and yearning for since you felt you heart beat only for him. It may have never been your choice, but the life expected of you didn’t seem too bad when Sakusa was going to be there with you.

“I can think of a worse scandal soon to be exposed.” Turning your head to him, you raise an eyebrow in your confusion. “The prince’s fiancé makes no attempt to congratulate him on his birthday.” A smile comes to your face at his teasing joke, turning to face him and taking a small step back. Your hand comes to your dress, pulling it out as you prepare yourself for a curtsy. Bowing your head you begin the official congratulations you’re assuming he’s expecting.

“I wish His Highness-” he raises his hand to stop you before you’re able to so much as bow.

“Not like that.” He whispers, taking a step towards you and gracefully wrapping his arms around your waist. Pulling you close he waits for you to talk.

Feeling the warmth emanating from his body, you’re suddenly painfully aware of the distance between you he’s shrunk. The cold chill in the air feels like nothing against the burning of your embarrassment coursing through you until you find yourself lost in the moment, meeting his eyes with your shy glance. “Kiyoomi.” You whisper, pushing a hand to his chest–he makes no effort to move. “This isn’t-” He watches you as you struggle to find the words becoming more flustered as each second passes. You look away, unable to keep your gaze on his, instead choosing to focus on the balcony railings and the stretch of the garden barely illuminated under the palace lights. “We are yet to be wed.” You remind him once more, tone as confident as you can muster.

“Will your reputation be tarnished by a single act no one is a witness to?” A guiding finger rests under your chin, luring you to look his way again. “I simply wish to hear your congratulations today.”

His fingers move gently against your skin, soft for the most part but the rough calluses forming rubbed against your skin, making you wish they could remain soft for the comfort of his caresses.

“Happy birthday, Kiyoomi.” Your voice is barely audible, only reaching his ears and, had it not been for the silence of the balcony, he may not have been blessed by the quiet embarrassment in your voice he’d grown to favour.

“I believe I may now call it so.” He whispers back through his grin, relishing in your initial shock as he closes the gap between the two of you, catching you in a kiss—your first—that would certainly trigger another lecture on your social reputation from your mother. If she were to find out.

It was magical; everything you had dreamt of. Perfect. Had you known what was coming, you would have savoured the moment longer.

Mere weeks later, to the surprise of everyone, the news comes that sits a weight on your heart that you can’t hold—the kingdom is at war and the prince must lead his army to victory. And you are left alone.

Your only solace is found in the frequent letters you’d share, his less detailed than yours—saving you from the horrors he was experiencing and only sharing what little could be considered ‘good’ on the battlefield. Small anecdotes; stories about his men and his queries into how you are. There seemed to be and endless amount to talk about and the letters were frequent enough to keep you enthralled with him.

Until they weren’t.

Days turned to weeks. Weeks turned to months and word soon stopped. No matter how much you longed to hear from him; no matter how often you sent letters of your own you heard nothing. You fear the worst, fear his death came too soon and that you were going to be the last to find out; you wonder if his parents would even feel the need to tell you. And if he wasn’t, was he captured? Was he in danger? Did his men fail to keep him safe?

How were you to ever find out?

Maybe you were never supposed to. Maybe this was how you were to find out the truth of his feelings towards you and that he’d stopped entertaining your painfully obvious childish infatuation. You could only assume so when his mother mentions, in passing, that he’s grown more into his role over the years if she was perceiving his letters correctly.

His silence was for you and you only and it shatters you. You’re left heartbroken and with a hundred questions but the one lingering on your mind the most is why? Why spend your life concerned for a man that appears to have to care for you?

You wish you could say it never bothered you and had never left you sleepless as you thought of every part of your childhood that had you falling for him in the first place. And, perhaps, with a little more time, you would have found a way to heal. Perhaps if you hadn’t heard from him again you could have felt normal.

His final letter comes as a surprise; you read it again and again, eyes scanning each word as if there was a hidden message behind them; as if something would jump from the paper and scream the truth of all that you had missed–all that he had kept from you.

But nothing came, just the words that felt as though they had no care behind them; no explanation as to why his letters had stopped. Simply a small letter, a paragraph that held nothing more than the words scrawled on the page, that you doubted he had even written himself, stating your wedding would be held in three days–leaving you no time to process that he was back. The time you had spent mourning him; crying to Kiyoko as the thought of losing him broke you.

Instead, you found yourself thrown into preparations and, with your lack of interest in the wedding painfully obvious to everyone but your overexcited mother, you feel as though there’s no time to breathe as flower arrangements, invitations and dress fittings are forced on you with no room allowed for your own opinions.

The days pass slowly, you’re overwhelmed and waiting for the end of the night when you can crawl into bed or finally release the build-up of emotions to an increasingly worried Kiyoko as she stood, brushing through your hair and encouraging you to tell her the truth. After witnessing it all, the months of missing him; the way you broke at the loss of contact and the anger you had felt when he resurfaced, she was unprepared to let you burden yourself with the weight of the kingdom’s expectations.

Especially as the night before the wedding falls.

You cling to Kiyoko as she held you tight, your head rested on her lap as she gently stroked your hair—her futile attempt to soothe you. Every wail from you leaves her shattered and the letter, the blaster letter, sit torn to shreds at your feet. Ripping it apart in a haste as Kiyoko opened your doors, you fell into a state of despair.

Tomorrow was the day of your dreams but reality felt like much more of a nightmare.

It’s a miracle your home isn’t awoken by your heartbreak but no one else comes or they simply don’t care enough to stop the once thing that benefits even the lowest of employees in your family home. Why should they step in just because you felt pain?

“I can’t!” You cry. You must, you think—the protests fall from your lips as you lose yourself in the spiral your mind has become, Kiyoko’s efforts to calm you are useless. She’s left with nothing to do but wait for you to exhaust yourself—which comes soon—only then is she able to gentle tuck you into bed again ignoring the painful pant of her own heart as she yearns for a way to get you out of your forced destiny. Yet, all she can do is stay at your side and bring you some sort of familiarity to the life you’re dreading.

It’s a restless night, tossing and turning in a light sleep that wakes you frequently. You stare at the ceiling, hoping sleep will take you once more as the birds chirp and the world awakens. If an escape is not possible, just a few more minutes of sleep will be preferable.

Puffy-eyed, throat sore, and filled with dread, you wake the next morning to the room filling with maids, more than you had ever been used to seeing, and your mother pushing her way in determined to oversee every last detail of the preparation. Since you woke up that morning, you hadn’t had a single chance to breathe.

Your mother, someone who had always been considered a respectable woman, pulled you to your feet with a childish grin on her face, pushing you from the comfort and warmth of your covers to one of her employees, whose name she certainly had never bothered to learn.

Rushed onto your feet, the only chance you have to breathe is the short time you have away from your mother–that you wished would stretch longer–sat in the warmth of your bathtub and allowing yourself just a few minutes to relax before you’re thrown into the fire burning in your home.

Your mother stands amongst the maids as you return, insisting on every last detail of your hair and clothing; ignoring the few requests you’d had just a few days beforehand. But you move past it quickly, those few requests weren’t important to either of you, your mother wanted this day to be perfect; it had to fit the image she had in her mind whereas you would had preferred nothing at all or, since you had no choice, something much less extravagant than all that had been planned.

You’re more than ready for it to end the second it begins, you’re being tugged from side to side as the maids (not so) delicately pull your hair into the intricate style your mother is insisting on, she’s quick to slap the back of your hand as you complain, reaching to alter the curl your mother seems to love–she’s telling you to remain still; accusing you of ruining the day before it had even began.

So, you’re left with no choice. You sit, having your head pulled from side to side under your mother's orders; you share a look with your lady-in-waiting through the mirror praying there was something either of you could do to stop the hell you’re about to subject yourself to—as though either of you could stop the dictator making her orders.

You lose track of the time you’re spent as your mother’s living doll, having your breath stolen as the corset is tightened around you with the order of “a little more” and your ignored protests. Your arms are pulled left and right as you're pushed into the gown, leaving only makeup to be done.

You hope it won’t take as long as your mother makes it seem; with powder being slapped on your face and more instructions being tossed at the maids. There’s nothing you can do but sit and take everything thrown your way; you’re being led to the royal carriage before you realise it—you’re still not ready.

You’re not sure how many hours have passed since the moment you woke up but, now, the sun is beating down on you through the window of the carriage. It hurts your eyes, just a little bit, but you think that’s better than your attention being on your mother. She’s sat opposite you listing off her requirements and rules for the day—all boiling down to ‘don’t mess this up’. Ruining the day was practically impossible. You’d practiced a million times, you’d had nothing but lessons on palace etiquette and you’d memorised your agenda for the day years ago. Above all, it was once a day you dreamt of—once one that left your heart fluttering.

You were a robot programmed for this day and this day only. Ruining it was not an option.

She doesn’t stop talking until you reach the palace but you’re left with no time to feel the relief. You freeze for a moment, staring at the church that stood tall, staring down at you; taunting you. Even with only a few more moments until those doors opened, until you were expected to give the rest of your life to a man you no longer wanted in your memories, you hoped you’d receive one more message that would set you free. Instead, you take the step out of the carriage, feeling the never-changing watchful glare of your mother bore into your side even as she’s encouraged away, inside the building, with Kiyoko following behind her. Your silent beg for her to stay with you; your plead for her to stand beside you and offer you the only comfort you would receive that day, don’t go unnoticed but she has no choice but to follow after your mother, leaving you stood alone with nothing to do but wait for the sound of the organ and opening of the holy doors condemning you into a life you considered hell.

Left alone, time seems to stop. There’s an endless silence that envelopes you until you’re left restless, taunted by the wait hoping the tune will never start. You don’t fund yourself lucky. The grand doors slowly creak open, the music begins quietly, the volume rising as you come into view. You want the floor to swallow you whole as every guest stands and their attention is solely on you.

It’s time.

You wish there was someone beside you. Your mother, your father, Kiyoko or just a maid. But you’re expected to take each step solo.

As the music continues you take each painstaking step. Chattering and whispers dying down to silence as the sound of the organ grows; there isn’t a single pair of eyes not on you.

Glancing around the room, or at least to those sat in proximity to the aisle in the vast chapel, you’re realising there are minimal people here to support you.

There’s viscounts and barons hoping to gain power through relationships with the higher ranking earls and dukes. There’s women hoping to meet a higher ranking man to lift them up the societal hierarchy and you start to think Kiyoko is the only person really there for you.

The closer you come to Sakusa, the more familiar the faces become. You may not know them all, but the soldiers that fought alongside your fiancé stand to your left, all smiling at the thought of their captain, the man that lead them to victory in the near half-decade they were at war, getting his chance of happiness. Or what they perceive to be so.

You search the sea of vaguely recognisable faces, trying to keep your attention forward as you walk and, only then, do you look to the men that stand close, at Sakusa’s side. His most trusted, his family–only one of which you recognise. And only one of which you’re happy see.

Komori. Sakusa’s cousin and right hand, there wasn’t a thing on Earth Sakusa knew the Komori didn’t; as your eyes met his he greets you with a familiar, comforting smile—one you hadn’t seen in far too long. The sight of him turns from reassurance into something you’d wished you’d never laid eyes on.

You hate it.

It reminds you of the happiest years of your life, when you could consider Sakusa a friend instead of the stranger he’d become; when you could laugh or cry around him and not fear his reaction. Of when you would accompany both Sakusa and Komori on walks around the palace garden, almost always ending in a scolding from your mother at the filth that littered the dress she had carefully picked out that morning, something that never bothered you. Because the time you spent without supervision was always the time you looked forward to most.

It reminds you of the time you thought married life could be somewhat enjoyable.

Beside him are the infamous mercenaries hired to fight alongside the soldiers; now knights of the palace with the sole duty of protecting the prince. There’s Bokuto and Hinata, the two deceitfully cheerful men with the power to kill in seconds if given the chance. Together, they were an unstoppable team but they were not as treacherous as the faux blonde sat beside them with judgmental eyes targeting you.

Miya Atsumu. Bloodthirsty and menacing, his stare had you wanting to turn and leave more than you already were. His brown eyes felt like they were searching your very soul and all you could do was look away, finally looking at your betrothed.

For the first time in over four years.

You hate to admit it, you really do, but, no matter how much you despise him, you cannot deny the fact he’s become an inexplicably handsome man.

Maybe it was the years on the battlefield that had forced him to grow from the 18-year-old you remember into the toned, beautiful heir to the throne waiting for you at the alter; his new physique perfectly suiting the white suit he had donned; golden accessories making him more breathtaking. And, across his shoulders sat the white mantle handed down the generations of his family: a symbol of alleged love and affection between the king and his queen.

It makes you want to laugh.

The worst thing about it all, the one thing you’d expected but hoped he would control, is the expression on his face. If a single person was looking at him they would realise what a mockery this wedding was—no one should have an expression of such abhorrence at the site of their wife. Yet, there he was looking at you like you were dirt on his boots, like you were the enemy he’d been fighting for so long.

You slow for a second, taking a hesitant step forward as you force your eyes away from his. You know this isn’t what either of you want, you’re aware there may even be a woman Sakusa yearns for but can never have. But you wish you could live your life differently, turn and run; find a man to love wholeheartedly.

Reaching the alter, everything feels real. Sakusa takes his steps towards you; taking your hand and guiding you up the steps to the high priest, who’s waiting for the music to cease and the ceremony to officially begin.

With your back to the crowd, you ignore the words spoken by the priest; they mean nothing to you as he speaks of blessings showered down on the union—on how this is the wedding everyone has been anticipating.

Everyone but the two of you.

So, you stand. A hand rested on Sakusa’s as you wait for your cue to turn to him; to listen to him speak his vows, one’s you’ll have to echo afterwards.

When the time comes, you let him take your hands; you let him talk and you let him slide the ring on your finger. You’re locked into your life the second he finishes; he looks as unhappy as you feel at that moment.

Then it’s your turn; everyone’s watching you. They’re waiting to celebrate not only the marriage of the prince but the consolidation of power that will become their king and queen. But, not a single one knows you’re anxious about the words you're expected to say.

All eyes turn to you as your turn to repeat the words spoken moments beforehand comes, holding Sakusa’s hand in yours whilst you wait for the moment to slide the ring on his finger; the cold metal matches the rough man who’s not so much as smiled at you from the moment the doors opened.

You can hear the minister speaking even though you don’t register the words, meaningless words you’d practised a hundred times under the order of your mother, words that would have once spluttered from your mouth through your amusing nerves and had your heart racing. Yet, now, they left you numb and full of regret. Had all those years you’d given him, all the emotions you’d once thought you shared, been some sort of game? Or had he let you think he felt something towards you just so he could fulfil the duties placed on him by his father?

Taking a deep breath as the silence falls amongst the hall, as it had when Sakusa spoke his vows, and you prepare yourself for what was beginning to shape the rest of your life. “I y/n l/n take you, Sakusa Kiyoomi,” meeting his eyes for just a second you feel yourself begin to falter, staring at the man who, for just a split second, held a soft expression on his face. You lose sight of it just as quickly as you had noticed it, watching him as he turns from the young man that had been by your side; the man that had made you feel as though you were more than enough for anyone, to the stranger that had returned.

The moment passes and the light fades as you open your mouth to continue, “to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward,” with him in front of you; with the hopeful eyes of everyone watching, you’re left with nothing other than a bitter taste in your mouth.

“for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer,” you let your eyes drift to your parents, sitting beside Kiyoko, and your mother’s beaming smile urges you on with no care for what you want. She sits, expectant, waiting for the opportunity to call her daughter the princess, waiting to be known as the woman who was successful in making her child the future queen.

No matter how much you had told her you wanted anything else for your own life.

With your attention back to the man in front of you, you continue. “in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish,” You allow yourself to entertain the thought of just what type of person Sakusa would be in those situations. Wondering if he’d warm to you again, just as he did when you were younger, or if he’d show more of the man he’d seemed to have become. Would he care or would he leave you to feel alone in the palace through the moments you needed someone with you most?

“till death do us part,” The question of his loyalty had never come to your mind, you knew how he was raised and you knew how he felt about mistresses. You were all he would have be it willing or not.

“according to God’s holy law.” Uttering the words feel almost blasphemous, in a place of worship shared with a man you had long since lost any loving feelings. Words that most would believe were shared between lovers, young adults that had waited for this moment since they were children, unaware of the loss you feel thinking about the man that once took claim of your heart.

You hold the ring in your hand, delicately lifting it so you can slide it down his slender finger, trapping yourself with the final words you speak, mouth dry and voice shaking, enough to be misconstrued as nerves, as you do so.

“This is my solemn vow.”

#𝓈𝒾𝑔𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝑒𝒸𝒽𝑜 ༉‧₊˚. #haikyuu #haikyuu angst #haikyuu x reader #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa angst #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa x reader

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒 || MASTERLIST

❝ And I will find the strength to un-tape my mouth. When I used to be afraid of the words. But I've learned just to let it out. Now my heart is ready to burst. 'Cause I, I feel like I'm ready for love. And I wanna be your everything and more. And I know everyday you say it. But I just want you to be sure. That I am yours. ❞ - I am Yours - Ella Henderson

Summary - In which a story is told about a successful writer who struggles with all aspects of her health. Yes, she is famous for her hard work, being granted with fans and recognition. But she still lives a struggling lonely life. Between her health and past she doesn't know what to do anymore. That is until she is given the suggestion to adopt a hybrid from her doctor for emotional support. Taking the advice, she soon looks into adopting a hybrid which she does, finding a handsome kind tiger hybrid. But it soon leads to the beginning of her story of how she comes upon six more hybrids in need of help which she does whole heartly. And she soon finds out that she is capable of love and is deserving of love as well.

Pairing - BTS (Taehyung Centric) x Fem!Reader

Alternative Universe - Hybrid

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★★𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇★★

Our group is just the right mix of Chaos & Love. - ???

𝟎𝟎 || 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏

★★𝟏 || 𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 || 𝟏★★

You ever just meet someone and want to hug them and take care of their heart. - ??? 

𝟎𝟏 || 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐌

𝟎𝟐 || 𝐏𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊, 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏, & 𝐀 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄

★★ᵖᵉⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ...★★

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*𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙿𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚜* 𝚘𝚏 𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝚂𝚒𝚕𝚟𝚊 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝟿-𝟷-𝟷: 𝙻𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚂𝟺 𝙴𝟷𝟾 "𝙸𝚗 𝚂𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑".

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚃𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚂𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝟻 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚠. 🥰🌈💍💜

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𝐻𝒾𝒾, 𝐼’𝓂 𝐵𝓊𝓃𝓃𝒾𝑒!! ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

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𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚎/𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢, 𝙸’𝚖 𝟷𝟿!

𝙸’𝚖 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎 𝙳𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎, 𝚂𝚊𝚖&𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚋𝚢, 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚘, 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗, 𝙳𝚊𝚗&𝙿𝚑𝚒𝚕, 𝚎𝚝𝚌

𝙱𝚘𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝙷𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚗, 𝚆𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍 (𝙸𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚜), 𝙲𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜, 𝙼𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝙵𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢, 𝟸 𝙱𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝙶𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚜, 𝟿𝟷𝟷, 𝙱𝚘𝚋𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝙵𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚞𝚢/𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝙳𝚊𝚍, 𝚂𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚔 & 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎!

𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚖 & 𝙱𝚙𝚍, 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜!

𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙲!! 𝚃𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝙿𝚒𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚜, 𝙰𝙹𝚁, 𝙿𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚅𝚊𝚒𝚕, & 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚎!!

𝚀𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚛 & 𝙿𝚘𝚕𝚢𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜

𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚖𝚎!! *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

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[Don instantly looks up from his work, frowning. Then he's up from his desk, checking his screens to see whose chip it was.]

Wha- Acie? It hasn't even- Gahhhh, okay, fine, one second-

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🩺 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑 𝙵𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚕𝚊𝚢 🩺

𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙝𝙪𝙜𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚. ⁣

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𝙄𝙣 2019, 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙜𝙣𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙗𝙞𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙧 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙜𝙣𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙊𝘾𝘿 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘼𝘿𝙃𝘿. 𝙋𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙤 2019, 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 2017𝙞𝙨𝙝, 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙭𝙞𝙚𝙩𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣.

𝙂𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙜𝙣𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙥𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙜𝙜𝙡𝙚. 𝙄𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙢𝙚 3 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙗𝙤 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙮𝙥𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙖 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙑𝙮𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙮 𝙖𝙙𝙝𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙤. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙊𝘾𝘿 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙖 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙞𝙣 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙. ⁣

⁣ 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙜𝙢𝙖 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙝 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙/𝙤𝙧 𝙜𝙤 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙮. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙛. ⁣

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𝘼𝙡𝙨𝙤, 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛-𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮. 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙍𝙞𝙤𝙩, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢 𝙨𝙤 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙘.

⁉️𝚀𝙾𝚃𝙳: 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎?⁉️

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𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

▶ 𝙾𝚠𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝙼𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒 𝙼𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚍 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑 𝙲𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚌

𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑(𝐒)

▶ 𝙽/𝙰

𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄/𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐑(𝐒)

▶ 𝙺𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝙱𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚜𝚘𝚗 (𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚛/𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍)

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍

▶𝙸𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝙱𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚡 (𝚍𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛)

▶𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝙱𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚡 (𝚜𝚘𝚗)

▶𝙻𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚗 𝙱𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚡 (𝚜𝚘𝚗)

▶𝙻𝚢𝚛𝚒𝚌 𝙱𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚡 (𝚍𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛)

▶𝚁𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚢 𝙱𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚡 (𝚍𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛)

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒

▶𝙻𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚋𝚜 (𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛)

▶ 𝙹𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝙱𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚡 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙸𝙸 (𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛)

𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

▶ 𝙱𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚡 𝚂𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜

𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

▶𝙾𝚖𝚎𝚐𝚊 𝙿𝚜𝚒 𝙿𝚑𝚒

#DRE #JASIRA'S BROTHERS #CRIMINAL MINDS OC #OC PROFILE #ro's fanfic ocs

[thesongoftheirlove]

Warning, this gets long- I apologize in advance

┏━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┓

𝐓𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬

➪𝙄. 𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕

➪𝙄𝙄. 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚜, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚝, 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗

➪𝙄𝙄𝙄. 𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎

➪𝙄𝙑. 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢

➪𝙑. 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎

➪𝙑𝙄. 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑

➪𝙑𝙄𝙄. 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜

➪𝙑𝙄𝙄𝙄. 𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜

➪𝙄𝙓. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝

➪𝙓. 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜

➪𝙓𝙄. 𝚁𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜

➪𝙓𝙄𝙄. 𝙱𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍

┗━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┛

« “ Hey, wanna see how crazy things can really get~? ” »

┏━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┓

Gwen Stefani | “Bubble Pop Electric”

0:22━●━━━━━━3:56

⇄    Ⅰ<    ⅠⅠ    >Ⅰ   ↻

Volume: ▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ █

“ I’m empty I need fulfilling ”

“ When I do love I get this feeling “

“ When I’m in love I’m restless ”

𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞

𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 : 5:12 PM Dec 17

𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞

𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜: 8:51 PM Dec 19

┗━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┛

« “ Oh wow, you’re almost as much of an idiot in general safety as I am! ” »

┏━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┓

𝙄. 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥

➪𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎

Yumi Coraluz Norowari

➪𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

Yoo-me Core-ah-looze Nor-oh-wah-ri

➪𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

Yumi- Yuu (TWST); Yumi means beautiful when written in certain ways (I think)

Coraluz- Corazon (Spanish for heart); Luz (Spanish for light)

Norowari- Norowareta Hikari means Cursed Light in Japanese

➪𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎(𝚜)

Friends: Yuu, idiot, Safety Hazard, Constant Sugar High, Exercising Exorcist

Family: Mimi, Energetic Preciosa,

Lovers: Darling, Sweetheart, My/Our Idiot

Yusa: Sister, Trouble, Dumbass

➪𝚋𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚡

Female

➪𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛

Paragirl

➪𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜

She/They/It/Drop/Dance/Rain

➪𝚊𝚐𝚎

20

➪𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑

March 3

➪𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑/𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

Inazuma

➪𝚠𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝚣𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚌/𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚝

Pisces

➪𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚣𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚌

Horse

➪𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢

Mexican & Japanese

➪𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎(𝚜)

Spanish, Japanese, English

➪𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝

Chaotic Good

➪𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎

B-

➪𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑

Rich

┗━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┛

« “ Come on, it wouldn’t hurt you to loosen up a bit! ” »

┏━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┓

𝙄𝙄. 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐭, 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

➪𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚕𝚎

Cursed Princess of the Undead

➪𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚑

Haunted Dancer’s Quesadillas

➪𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎

Damned by the Gods

➪𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢

5 star

➪𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗(𝚜)

Polearm

Name: Rhythmic Light

Rarity: 5 star

Base attack on lvl. 1: 43

Lvl. 1 sub stat: Enhances CRIT Rate by 1.5

Weapon refinement: (name)

(What's the description of the lvl. 1 refinement? Look at the wiki for an example)

➪𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗/𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝

Cyro

➪𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

Modicum lumen exspiravit

┗━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┛

« “ BROTHER I’M BORED!! You know that isn’t any good! ” »

┏━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┓

𝙄𝙄𝙄. 𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

➪𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛

Yumi’s eyes are rainbow, and go around somewhat like a color scale. The dominant colors are red and pink.

➪𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛

Her hair is indigo with lavender fades. Drop’s hair has 2 parts that are completely lavender

➪𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚎/𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑

Its hair goes to rain’s mid back, and is always down. Has bangs that are parted in the middle

➪𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝

5’8/172 cm

➪𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝

135 lb

➪𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜

Right

➪𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎

Mesomorph

➪𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎

Tanned

➪𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑

17

➪𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛(𝚜)

12 Scars on back: Fighting monsters or ghosts

Scar across left hand: A fight between Yumi and Yusa

5 Scars on legs: Horse related incidents from their childhood

Scar along back of neck: From the incident her father died in

Scar on stomach: Fighting Baal

➪𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐(𝚜)

1 on both ears, has small red earrings

➪𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔

A skull like mark on dance’s thigh

➪𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚏𝚒𝚝

Wears a black sleeveless turtleneck, a sleeved, pink off the shoulder dress, fingerless gloves, dark red leggings & white knee high boots

➪𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

She has a necklace with a blue tear shaped gem from their step-mother, which it cherishes dearly

➪𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎

JA: Minerva, Re:Zero (Mikako Komatsu)

ENG: Chika Fujiwara, Kaguya-sama Love Is War (Jad Saxton)

KOR: Chili Pepper Cookie, Cookie Run (Yun Eun-seo)

➪𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝(𝚜)

Rain’s multicolored eyes or drop’s seemingly endless energy

┗━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┛

« “ It’ll be fine! Probably- ” »

┏━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┓

𝙄𝙑. 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲

➪𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢

A hyper & kind person, Yumi is known within their family to be a great person. It has some trouble focusing or remembering things drop doesn't care for, but it doesn't matter much to her. Rain is very good with sports, and her family always supports them with whatever dance does

➪𝚖𝚢𝚎𝚛𝚜-𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎

ENFP

➪𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚜

1. Creative

2. Energetic

3. Positive

4. Kind

5. Perceptive

➪𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚜

1. Arrogant

2. Disorganized

3. Liar

4. Greedy

➪𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎

Extrovert

➪𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎

Deredere

➪𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗(𝚜)

Horses, dancing, Astrology

➪𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚊(𝚜)

Monophobia (fear of being alone), Nyctophobia (fear of the dark)

➪𝚑𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚜

Swimming, baking, horse-back riding, dancing

➪𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚜

Good: Waking up early, looking for the positives, exercises daily, shows kindness to others

Bad: Clawing at their neck/arms, lying, skipping breakfast, going to sleep too late, biting her lip to the point that it bleeds

➪𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚝(𝚜)

Her family/friends, horses, love

➪𝚙𝚎𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚎𝚟𝚎(𝚜)

Fish, getting certain dance steps wrong, Yusa/lh

➪𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜

1. Horse-back riding

2. Dancing

3. Baking

4. Swimming

5. Fighting

┗━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┛

« “ You trust me, right? ” »

┏━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┓

𝙑. 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞

➪𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎

𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 ; Medium

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ; Medium

➪𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢

𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐲 ; Low

𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲 ; High

𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫 ; High

𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ; Medium

𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 ; High

𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐲 ; High

𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 ; Low

➪𝚟𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚎𝚜

𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ;

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 ; High

𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ; Medium

𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ; Low

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 ; High

𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 ; Medium

➪𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜

𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭 ; Low

𝐠𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐲 ; Medium

𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝 ; High

𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡 ; Medium

𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡 ; High

𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐲 ; Low

𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 ; High

┗━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┛

« “ That seems like so much fun! ” »

┏━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┓

𝙑𝙄. 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡

➪𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚜

Eats any & everything that isn’t fish. Likes dairy or wheat products

➪𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚎𝚜

Fish

➪𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎

Usually rather stable, but when Valen does things it tends to get worse

➪𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛(𝚜)

ADHD, she has memory issues & is incredibly energetic

┗━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┛

« “ Well, this went badly! At least it was fun ” »

┏━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┓

𝙑𝙄𝙄. 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬

➪𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚎���𝚌𝚎

5/10

➪𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢

7.5/10

➪𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚖

9/10

➪𝚠𝚒𝚝

4/10

➪𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢

8/10

➪𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢

9/10

➪𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑

7/10

➪𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎

10/10

➪𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊

9/10

➪𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢

7/10

➪𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊

6/10

➪𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

4/10

➪𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚢

5/10

➪𝚌𝚕𝚘ѕ𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚝

8/10

➪𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚝

3/10

┗━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┛

« “ You realize how stupid that was, right? ” »

┏━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┓

𝙑𝙄𝙄𝙄. 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬

➪𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜

1. Horses

2. Spending time with its family

3. Dancing

4. Baking

5. Stargazing

➪𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜

1. Harmful ghosts

2. Fish

3. Darkness

4. Being alone

5. Seeing drop’s family/friends/lovers hurt

➪𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚜

𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫 ; yellow

𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 ; Christmas

𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 ; Morning

𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝 ; Quesadillas

𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 ; Lemonade

𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ; Sunny & clear

𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥 ; Citrus

𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 ; Fluffy

𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 ; Dancing

𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 ; Spring

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 ; Fantasy

𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 ; Pop

➪𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚜

𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫 ; Black

𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 ; Dia de los Muertos

𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 ; Night

𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝 ; Fish

𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 ; Tea

𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ; Thunderstorm

𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥 ; Sulfur

𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 ; Scratchy

𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 ; Golf

𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 ; Doesn’t have one

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 ; Non-fiction

𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 ; Country

➪𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚘𝚝𝚎

“The most wasted of days is one without laughter”

┗━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┛

« “ I think it suits you much better when you smile~ ” »

┏━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┓

𝙄𝙓. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭

➪𝚘𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝/𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝

Optimist

➪𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕/𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜

Daredevil

➪𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚢/𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍

Disorderly

➪𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕/𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕

Emotional

➪𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢/𝚜𝚊𝚍

Happy

➪𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕/𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐

Forgiving

➪𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝/𝚍𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚝𝚏𝚞𝚕

Confident

➪𝚗𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚢/𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎

Nice

➪𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎/𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝

Talkative

┗━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┛

« “ Yknow, you’re pretty fun! ” »

┏━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┓

𝙓. 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬

➪𝙰𝚕𝚋𝚎𝚍𝚘

A girl from a family damned to the undead, becoming the heiress to a family known to exterminate those who have left this life? Interesting… Their seemingly boundless energy is quite interesting, I must say. She occasionally mentions “Inkwell’s Blood” when bringing up its exorcisms, which admittedly intrigues me somewhat. Drop has somehow managed to dance their way right into my heart, which I must applaud.

➪𝚂𝚞𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎

She is very kind to me, but their energy often frightens me a bit… it’s similar to Klee’s, but unbridled by childhood or the expectations of anyone close to it. Drop’s dance’s are beautiful, and I quite enjoy when rain shows it to me! Despite the slight frights that it gives me at times, I do enjoy their presence quite a lot…

➪𝙺𝚊𝚎𝚢𝚊

My boyfriend’s girlfriend

➪𝚅𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒

A child from a family cursed by the gods to live a painful life after death, being brought up within another known to see those who still linger in this realm? Quite the strike of bad luck, wouldn’t you agree? Oh? Well, I take some joy the fact that she is now able to learn how to be rid of the spirits that may plague them or others.

➪𝙷𝚞 𝚃𝚊𝚘

She’s quite the fun person! Their energy matches mine quite well, and it seems to not have worries with accepting rain’s fate! Whenever my dear friend dies, drop can always count on me to put dance’s body to rest!

➪𝚇𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚗

She and their twin brother have performed with me a couple of times, really spicing things up! Don’t really know all too much about it other than that, which is a shame. Drop seems like a pretty cool person!

➪𝚂𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚎

The eldest child of the Norowari family, seen as the next heiress despite being born to a family damned by fate. Well, both families have been working well together in recent years. She is a nuisance, but I must say it is a good leader and they have potential in rain’s family businesses.

➪𝙺𝚘𝚔𝚘𝚖𝚒

An unexpected yet welcome surprise within the resistance, I must say that I do admire her strength, kindness and energy. Though, I must say, its lack of focus can be a weak spot down the line… Nonetheless, I respect dance’s prowess within the rebellion.

➪𝚁𝚊𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚗

A nuisance, through and through. While her family is quite respected by those in Inazuma, they are amongst the most difficult families to deal with, despite their supposed loyalty. I will admit, I was thoroughly impressed when they and rain’s twin brother managed to escape me with their lives and visions.

┗━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┛

« “ I care a lot about you, and I hope you know that! ” »

┏━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┓

𝙓𝙄. 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬

➪𝙰𝚕𝚋𝚎𝚍𝚘

Albedo my beloved, he’s always so charming and helpful! I don’t know how he manages to remember everything he has to do for his experiments, I do know that I’d completely mess things up if I were him! He’s also a rather creative person, and I can relate to that. I love spending time with him!

➪𝚂𝚞𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎

Sucrose! She’s such a sweetheart, and she’s incredibly dedicated to her work. I love to see her reactions to random things I do, because she’s always so cute! Sometimes Sucrose does seem a bit frightened by my energy, which I admittedly should tone down just a bit. I don’t know how or why she likes me but I wouldn’t have it any other way!

➪𝙺𝚊𝚎𝚢𝚊

My boyfriend’s boyfriend

➪𝙷𝚞 𝚃𝚊𝚘

Hu Tao is always so fun and energetic, like me! She’s quite happy despite her occupation as a funeral director, which I can respect seeing as we are in similar positions. She helps carry souls to the afterlife, and I make sure they stay dead after that point.

➪𝚇𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚊𝚗

Yusa and I really enjoy having her around! She’s a very energetic person, and while her music isn’t exactly my genre I do enjoy dancing along to it! I’d like to get to know her more, so I’ll do my best to talk more should we ever cross paths again.

➪𝚂𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚎

The Balladeer, eh? I’ve seen him around before, and I believe I once met him while in a meeting with my step-mother. He’s short, and the innate rage has nowhere to properly go so he lashes out on others a lot. Though, I do somewhat respect him for rising to power within the Fatui, despite part of my family’s qualms with the Fatui.

➪𝙺𝚘𝚔𝚘𝚖𝚒

A strong leader within the Resistance that I will never cease to be amazed by. She has loads of great ideas for battle, and I do my best to follow them… it doesn’t always go very well due to my lack of focus. It works out in the end though!

➪𝚁𝚊𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚗

The Shogun… while others may forgive her for her actions, I do not and have no plans to. I will admit that she is incredibly strong as a leader and Archon, and seems rather solemn. I don’t have much to say about her other than this…

➪𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

Bisexual Polyamorous

➪𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

Bisexual Polyamorous

➪𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜

Albedo & Sucrose

➪𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜

Taken by Albedo & Sucrose

➪𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜

𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ; Hana Dokiyu/Norowari

𝐚𝐠𝐞 ; 44

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 ; alive

Hana is a clothes designer, and makes clothing for various types of people and occasions. Yumi gets along great with Hana, and will often do their best to make time for one another in their busy schedules

𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ; Valen Ditalma

𝐚𝐠𝐞 ; 33 (at death), 46 (currently)

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 ; deceased

Before his death, Valen was a beast tamer known across Teyvat. He used to get along well with Yumi before his death, but due to the Ditalma curse he was turned into a ghost (one that haunts his family and is incredibly overprotective and manipulative). He does love his daughter though

𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩-𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ; Shiromi Norowari

𝐚𝐠𝐞 ; 45

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 ; alive

Shiromi is one of the head exorcists within the Norowari family. She gets along great with Yumi, and taught it most of the techniques that rain uses now. Shiromi treats Yumi as her own daughter, and Yumi sees Shiromi as a second mom

➪𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐(𝚜)

𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ; Yusa Norowari

𝐚𝐠𝐞 ; 20

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 ; alive

Yumi and Yusa get along great, despite their constant arguing and light hearted insults. They spend a lot of time together and would die for one another without hesitation, and would trust the other to handle their ghost before anything bad happens

𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ; Kiki Norowari

𝐚𝐠𝐞 ; 12

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 ; alive

Kiki is their adoptive younger brother, and it cherishes him very much. She will encourage him to be more social and not stay locked in his room or the house all day, even if it doesn’t end up very successful

➪𝚙𝚎𝚝(𝚜)

𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 ; Electro Rift Hound

𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 ; Kokuden

𝐚𝐠𝐞 ; Unknown

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 ; alive

Yumi and Kokuden get along quite well, surprising many who don’t see it in action. She met Kokuden as a child when her father had attempted to tame Rift Hounds. The two instantly clicked, and can often be seen by each other’s sides. Kokuden has a silver headset with blue jewels adorning it to signify that he belongs to Yumi.

𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 ; Pyro Whopperflower

𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 ; Shokuma

𝐚𝐠𝐞 ; Unknown

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 ; alive

Shokuma and Yumi get into small conflicts every now and then, yet will always make up within an hour or two. She found Shokuma while on a walk with Shiromi and Yusa when they were still getting to know one another. He was injured, and Yumi, having taken inspiration from Valen, decided to try taming him (it worked, seeing as he is drop’s companion). Shokuma has a silver necklace with blue jewels adorning it to signify that he belongs to Yumi.

┗━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┛

« “ I want to be friends with you forever! If that’s alright ” »

┏━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┓

𝙓𝙄𝙄. 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

➪𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍/𝚞𝚙𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐

Yumi’s childhood life was a peaceful one, surrounded by family and various beasts from around Teyvat. She was an energetic child, and still is now (just, Yknow, older). They tended to explore the places they could and often went along on Valen’s safer expeditions. One day during an expedition in Liyue with Yusa and Valen, they came upon Primo Geovishap, which lead to a fight that took their father’s life and awarded the twins with their visions.

➪𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢

Its father’s side of the family has been cursed for millennia, being fated to turn into a harmful lingering spirit in the afterlife. Her stepmother’s side of the family was blessed by an ancient god with the ability to see spirits, which has lead to many in their family becoming exorcists. Yumi is very close to her family members, and will do many dangerous things for them, no matter what could happen to dance.

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ooooo!! she sounds so cool holy cow!! :0 also that bit with kaeya had me rolling shckshfjr-

#[ ask! 💌 ] #[ crow! 😈 ] #k1ngan0n #long post

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𝗛𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗼! 𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲

-𝙸’𝚖 𝚅𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚝, 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞!

-𝙸 𝚐𝚘 𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚎/𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜

-𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 + 𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙲𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 + 𝙲𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌

-𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑 📉📉📉

-𝙼𝚢 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝙼𝚊𝚢 𝟸𝟹, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸’𝚖 𝚊 𝙶𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒 ♊️

-𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙿

-𝙾𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 + 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜

-𝙸𝚍𝚔 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎- 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝙸 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝙸 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚕. 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝙸’𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜

-𝚂𝚎𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚍 (https://violetfaerieintro.carrd.co) 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚜

-𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

~𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙷𝚒𝚐𝚑

~𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜

~𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝙲𝚞𝚛𝚎

~𝙰𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞

~𝚉𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚎 𝙻𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚊𝚐𝚊

~𝚃𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝙱𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚔𝚘-𝚔𝚞𝚗

~𝙼𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝙻𝚊𝚍𝚢𝚋𝚞𝚐

~𝙻𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚁𝚘𝚌𝚔

~𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙾𝚠𝚕 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎

~𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚛𝚒𝚘

~𝙼𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚒𝚗 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕

𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢 <𝟹𝟹

[valiblythe]

Penelope Cien

┏━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┓

𝐓𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬

➪𝙄. 𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕

➪𝙄𝙄. 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚜, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚝, 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗

➪𝙄𝙄𝙄. 𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚊𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎

➪𝙄𝙑. 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢

➪𝙑. 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎

➪𝙑𝙄. 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑

➪𝙑𝙄𝙄. 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜

➪𝙑𝙄𝙄𝙄. 𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜

➪𝙄𝙓. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝

➪𝙓. 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜

➪𝙓𝙄. 𝚁𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜

➪𝙓𝙄𝙄. 𝙱𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍

┗━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┛

« “ The world doesn't deserve me, but I choose to force myself onto people I don't like. ” »

┏━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┓

Alan Walker | “Lily”

1:58━━━━━━●━━━ 2:48

⇄    Ⅰ<    ⅠⅠ    >Ⅰ   ↻

Volume: ▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ █

“Lily was a little girl”

“ Afraid of the big, wide world"

“ She grew up within her castle walls "

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𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜: 2.1.22 | 1:43 PM

𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞

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┗━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┛

« “ I've never experienced love first-hand, so it feels different” »

┏━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┓

𝙄. 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥

➪𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎

Penelope Rose Cien

➪𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎(𝚜)

Penny, PenPen, Cici, Lope,

➪𝚋𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚡

Female

➪𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛

Female

➪𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜

she/her

➪𝚊𝚐𝚎

Depends on RP; typically 18+

➪𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑

02/14/yyyy

➪𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑/𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

Some other kingdom near Liyue

➪𝚠𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝚣𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚌/𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚝

Aquarius

➪𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕(𝚜)

Most compared to a dove

➪𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢

Has French roots, I guess you can consider that-

➪𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎(𝚜)

English, French, Irish, Chinese, Japanese, Spanish, German

➪𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝

Lawful Good

➪𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎

B-

➪𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑

Filthy rich cuz her parents are literal royalty-

┗━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┛

« “ I wish I could be loved by people for myself, not because of the mask I wear.” »

┏━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┓

𝙄𝙄. 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐭, 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

➪𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚑

Lmao, she isn't choosy with her food really, as long as it has to do with seafood-

➪𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎

Penelope Cien: A mask that should be broken

➪𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢

5-star character

➪𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗/𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝

Hydro

➪𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

Aquarius

┗━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┛

« “ If I could be free, I would choose to be happy” »

┏━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┓

𝙄𝙄𝙄. 𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

➪𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛/𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚎

Blue, Doe-like

➪𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛

Periwinkle

➪𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚎/𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑

Has wavy hair, but can be straightened; typically has long hair with bangs but cuts it at some point

➪𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝

5'4

➪𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝

112 lbs/ 50.8 kg

➪𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜

Left-handed

➪𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎

She is typically skinny but has bigger curves. She has an hourglass figure, but she isn't as muscular or bulky.

➪𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎

Fair

➪𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑

17-20

➪𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐(𝚜)

has the classic ear piercings

➪𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

Usually wears whatever Zhongli provides her with really, but being a princess, she wears jewelry most often. She prefers simple things and wears a scarf to hide remnants of the previous night with Zhongli ;).

➪𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎

She has a very calm and level voice. But, that doesn't mean her voice is monotonous.

➪𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝(𝚜)

Her flowy, periwinkle hair and the sparkle in her doe eyes.

┗━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┛

« “There must be order, but there also must be freedom” »

┏━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┓

𝙄𝙑. 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲

➪𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢

Penelope, in front of people, is a very reserved and conservative woman. She is firm, but also very polite and shy. Most of the time, she could not speak for herself, as of course, as a woman, she couldn't voice her opinions freely. Most of the time, she feels caged inside castle walls, and often feels like she is her parent's puppet. But, whenever she's alone, or with people she deems close to her, she's very wild and bubbly. Contrasting with her conservative demeanor, she is a true adventurer and would never back down from a good challenge. Sometimes, she ends up having a foul mouth, but quickly gets shy and corrects herself. Penelope is a very motherly and caring girl in nature, and would always protect the people she loves. She does not want others to feel what she's experienced in the past, so she tends to be very possessive and firm whenever she's asked for advice. Because of her well-educated upbringing, she often likes to read history books wherever it is peaceful, and would rather read than socialize.

➪𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚜

¹ kind, motherly, caring

² firm, polite, (most of the time) calm

³ protective yet soft

⁴ well educated

⁵ independent and optimistic

➪𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚜

¹ can get a little too wild

² likes to keep all her feelings to herself until she bursts one day

³ rarely gets angry but when she does, she sees red

⁴ is sometimes mediocre at socializing and sounds stupid

⁵ clingy and gets annoying sometimes-

➪𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎

Ambivert

➪𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎

Dandere

➪𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗(𝚜)

obsessed with reading-

➪𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚊(𝚜)

Thanatophobia

➪𝚑𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚜

- read books

- read books

- read books

- play her piano

- write songs

- eat whenever no one's around

➪𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚜

- stutters when she lies

- blushes and starts looking away from someone when she's flustered

- biting her lip at every second

- puppy eyes when she doesn't get what she wants

- is lowkey spoiled so she will get what she wants-

➪𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚝(𝚜)

Children in general-

➪𝚙𝚎𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚎𝚟𝚎(𝚜)

Perverts, and egotistical bastards-

➪𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜

¹ archery

² playing the piano

³ singing

⁴ swimming

⁵ like the patience she has for books-

┗━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┛

« “ It's only a mask I wear that makes me seem perfect, dear. ” »

┏━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┓

𝙑. 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞

➪𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎

𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 ; medium

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ; high

➪𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢

𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐲 ; high

𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲 ; high

𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫 ; medium

𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ; (only has goddamn tolerance for books) medium

𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 ; high

𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐲 ; high

𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 ; low

➪𝚟𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚎𝚜

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐲 ; (pure isn't in the dictionary if you're dating Zhongli) Low

𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ; Medium

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 ; medium

𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ; medium

𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ; medium

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 ; high

𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 ; high

➪𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜

𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭 ; medium

𝐠𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐲 ; medium

𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝 ; high medium

𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡 ; low

𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡 ; low

𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐲 ; low

𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 ; medium

┗━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┛

« “Someone out there, understands. You're valid, love. ” »

┏━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┓

𝙑𝙄. 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡

➪𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚜

This girl is a glutton- but never gains weight.

➪𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗(𝚜)

addiction to sex (only with Zhongli ofc)

➪𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚎𝚜

allergic to dust--

➪𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎

is internally broken but likes to think she's all fine

┗━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┛

« “ The stars are beautiful but they die. But I guess you don't, Zhongli” »

┏━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┓

𝙑𝙄𝙄. 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬

➪𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎

9/10

➪𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢

6/10

➪𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚖

7/10

➪𝚠𝚒𝚝

8/10

➪𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢

8/10

➪𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢

9/10

➪𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑

6/10

➪𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎

9/10

➪𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊

8/10

➪𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢

10/10

➪𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊

10/10

➪𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

8/10

➪𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚢

10/10

➪𝚌𝚕𝚘ѕ𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚝

6/10

➪𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚝

10/10

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« “ I wish I could stay forever, but nothing is forever. Even love.” »

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𝙑𝙄𝙄𝙄. 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬

➪𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜

¹ studies in general

² history

³ music

⁴ researching

⁵ art

➪𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜

¹ the feeling of being controlled

² lack of freedom

³ egotistical/narcissistic people

⁴ cruelty

⁵ fire- it just scares her

➪𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚜

𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫 ; pastel pink

𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 ; Christmas

𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 ; night

𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝 ; hmmm~ anything!

𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 ; lowkey likes champagne cuz Kaeya introduced her to alchohol

𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ; snowy

𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥 ; rose

𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 ; floofy

sport ; archery

𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 ; winter

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 ; fantasy, romance

𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 ; don't get her started-

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 ; romance, mystery, drama

𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 ; classical, but likes to venture into hard rock with Zhongli

𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞 ; classical

➪𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚜

𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫 ; red

𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 ; halloween

𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 ; dawn

𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝 ; what does she not eat again-

𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 ; beer-

𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ; sunny

𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥 ; the smell of those panettone bread things-

𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 ; rough

𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 ; everything else-

𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 ; summer

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 ; horror

𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 ; NONE

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 ; NONE

𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 ; Hm, all of them are interesting

𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞 ; rap

➪𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚘𝚝𝚎

"Freedom is nothing else but a chance to get better" - Albert Camus

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« “ We are all on equal footing now. You're not above any of us” »

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𝙄𝙓. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭

➪𝚘𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝/𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝

— optimist

➪𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕/𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜

— daredevil

➪𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚢/𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍

— organized

➪𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕/𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕

— logical but also emotional

➪𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢/𝚜𝚊𝚍

— happy

➪𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕/𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐

— forgiving

➪𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝/𝚍𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚝𝚏𝚞𝚕

— doubtful to an extent

➪𝚗𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚢/𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎

— naughty in bed, nice everywhere

➪𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎/𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝

— quiet

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« “ You can trust me with anything, no need to fear. ” »

𝙓𝙄. 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬/Thoughts

➪𝙳𝚒𝚕𝚞𝚌

She has a great sense of respect for him, especially because he's helped her a lot in the past. She still visits him often and annoys him to go help her out with things. Could he possibly say no to her?

➪𝙵𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚕

Thinks she's all great and stuff, but sees her as a pseudo princess. I mean, coming from Penelope, a legit princess, it's kind of annoying sometimes. The life she's been dreaming of isn't how a royal's life works, and wants to tell her that but doesn't want to crush her dreams.

➪𝙹𝚎𝚊𝚗

Sees her as a great rival. Penelope wants to be like her, and is challenged by her, but gets along well. She and Jean have a friendly rivalry, and often see each other as sisters.

➪𝙺𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚊

Okay, here's the thing. Kaeya's her literal drinking buddy (which Zhongli doesn't allow now for obvious reasons). But whenever she used to visit Mondstadt, she always goes drinking with him at night. For some reason, she can trust Kaeya to not do anything stupid with her and to be responsible for the two of them, but when she asks to have a one-night stand with him because she's "sexually frustrated", he couldn't say no to her. It's called friends with benefits.

➪𝙺𝚕𝚎𝚎

This girl is too precious to even exist. I'm serious. Knowing Penelope loves kids, she loves to explore the world with Klee, take care of her, or maybe just accompany her. She thinks of Klee as her own daughter and treats her like she is her own daughter. In short, she loves this girl dearly with her whole heart.

➪𝙻𝚒𝚜𝚊

Lisa is like a sister to her. Penelope, oddly, likes it whenever Lisa decides to flirt with her. Maybe because she has some good (well dumb) comebacks that could fluster Lisa. She isn't so good at flirting back, so she takes things too literally sometimes. Their dynamic together is really funny, but also Penelope herself likes to hang out with her so they could both do research together.

➪𝚅𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒

Oh, that sweet little thing- Where should I get started? Both Penelope and Venti are extroverts, so she gets along with them well. She finds him really cute and is overly close to him, almost like brothers and sisters. Venti understands her so well and is great at comforting her whenever things don't go right, so she likes to vent to him the most.

➪𝙱𝚎𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚞

Okay, but let's face it- Beidou is hot. As much as Penelope appreciates her, she gets a bit overwhelmed by her sometimes. She, herself is a very timid and conservative girl, so meeting someone as confident as Beidou overwhelms her. Which, I mean, is not a bad thing. She tends to avoid her in any case, because she's low-key afraid of her because she's intimidating.

➪𝙷𝚞 𝚃𝚊𝚘

Absolutely not. She may respect Hu Tao, but at the back of her mind, she completely despises her (Maybe because she's jealous-). It's not that anything's wrong with Hu Tao, but one glance at her, she did not like her at all. So, whenever she's hanging out at the funeral home, she tends to stick with Zhongli more to show her that Zhongli's hers, even if Hu Tao never had feelings for Zhongli. But if she did, she would constantly make out with Zhongli on purpose whenever she's around. Overall, she just doesn't like her.

➪𝚇𝚒𝚊𝚘

I swear, the more he hates people, the more Penelope tries to stick to him. She's very persistent, so she will try to cheer Xiao up in any way she could possibly do. It may get annoying to him, but she really wants to brighten his spirits and meet new people. If she was able to make Diluc soften for her, she sure can make Xiao do the same.

➪𝚉𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚒

*(cues long ass paragraph)*

Here we go. Zhongli's the only one she can connect to. I guess, she brought color into his monotonous, lonely life. When she bumps into him in the woods, when her eyes meet his, she couldn't help but fall in love with him. It took her some time to realize her feelings for Zhongli, vice versa for him as well, but when they did, nothing really changed. Except, they acted more like a married couple than two people dating. Nowadays, she helps out at the Wangsheng parlor, doing anything she can to help him out. He changed her life as much as she changed his. Their nights together end up cuddly and romantic, just listening to the rain pour down outside, or, ends up all steamy and- we're not going there. We know Zhongli's irresistible, and we leave it like that. Sometimes, because of her persistent personality, she gets on his nerves. But, when she sees this, she decides to back away and apologize later once he's cooled off. They both respect each other and know one another's boundaries.

➪𝚃𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚊

Here's the thing- she stereotypes him as a pervert. Like, whenever she sees him, she immediately runs away from him. But, once she gets to know her and when Zhongli assures her that he's not as dangerous, she softens and asks to make friends with Childe. They get along well and respect each other. If she's up for a good adventure, she sure is to ask Tartaglia firsthand. As long as they bring Klee of course-

➪𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

straight (but gay for Lisa-)

➪𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜

Zhongli. That's it. And maybe Kaeya-

➪𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜

Complicated when it's Kaeya, but taken when it's Zhongli

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« “ Love isn't forever, life isn't too. But we shall live freely until our last breath” »

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If only she had not signed that contract, things wouldn't escalate to this. Of course, she was up for a good adventure

(tbc)

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒 (𝟎𝟏. 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐌)

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒 | ❝ And I will find the strength to un-tape my mouth. When I used to be afraid of the words. But I've learned just to let it out. Now my heart is ready to burst. 'Cause I, I feel like I'm ready for love. And I wanna be your everything and more. And I know everyday you say it. But I just want you to be sure. That I am yours. ❞ - I am Yours - Ella Henderson

Summary - In which a story is told about a successful writer who struggles with all aspects of her health. Yes, she is famous for her hard work, being granted with fans and recognition. But she still lives a struggling lonely life. Between her health and past she doesn't know what to do anymore. That is until she is given the suggestion to adopt a hybrid from her doctor for emotional support. Taking the advice, she soon looks into adopting a hybrid which she does, finding a handsome kind tiger hybrid. But it soon leads to the beginning of her story of how she comes upon six more hybrids in need of help which she does whole heartly. And she soon finds out that she is capable of love and is deserving of love as well.

Pairing - BTS (Taehyung Centric) x Fem!Reader

Alternative Universe - Hybrid

Warnings - Fluff, Angst, 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝙰𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 (𝙰𝙳H𝙳, 𝙰𝚗𝚡𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚢, 𝙳𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚌 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝙿𝚃𝚂𝙳), 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚜 (𝙻𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚜, 𝙻𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚖), 𝙿𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝙰𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚎, 𝙻𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚂𝚎mi Smut

Walking up to the building with Xavier, you took in all your surroundings. To say you were nervous was an understatement. You were so nervous that your whole body was shaking. Stopping though you took a few deep breaths knowing you would overwhelm yourself otherwise, and you did not want to do that. Upon entering the building, you and Xavier were greeted by a woman that seemed to be in her early fifties, "hello, welcome to Loveable Hybrids! I'm Leah."

"Hello Leah. I'm Xavier Johnson and this is Y/n L/n," Xavier introduced the two of you with a smile. While he was taking the time to introduce you both. You allowed your mind to wonder as you looked at the environment around. It was very bright with pictures of hybrids and people, also colorings were littered around the walls.

"Nice to meet the both of you! How may I help you?" Leah beamed at the two of you.

"Y/n here is looking to adopt a possible hybrid. We heard this is an extraordinary place," Xavier stated the reason why the two of you were here. While doing so though he placed his hand gently on your back to grab your attention from the surroundings, so you could focus on the conversation.

"We do try our best to stay in tip top shape. And that's excellent! Y/n is there any type of breed that you had in mind?" Leah questioned you with zeal. She was trying to get a feel for you since it seemed you would be adopting today.

"N - no. Just whoever I click with," you stuttered out nervously.

"Spectacular! Just follow me right this way to the back!" She sang and made a gesture for you to follow her. Following her you watched as more pictures and drawings on the wall appear down the hall the three of you were traveling down.

"Here let me take this and you worry about looking around," Xavier said to you. Taking the oxygen tank from your hands that was rolling behind you.

"Thank you Xavier."

"No problem Miss L/n."

"Okay this is where all our felines reside, over here we have our dog breeds. Down on the far left we have our birds, then our reptiles on the far right, and then in the center our smaller breeds, where they reside. Is there any room you would like to start with first?" Leah informed the two as she gestured where everyone was. Looking at Leah nervously hoping the looking upon your face showed you couldn't decide. But you soon chose the first thing that popped into your head.

"H - how about d - dog hybrids if possible?"

"Alright right this way!" Leah nodded and agreed, gesturing to Xavier and you to follow her. Upon entering the area for the dog hybrids you couldn't believe how many were there, and how many different breeds you saw. It instantly made you sad to see them without a home. But seeing them seemed to lift your mood and brought a few positive thoughts on the idea of possibly adopting a hybrid. After talking to a few hybrids and mingling around you thought that many were adorable. But you couldn't bring yourself to tell Leah that you wanted to adopt anyone. You felt sad... but you didn't have the feeling that you described as the 'click' that you so desperately wanted.

"Did anyone catch your eye Miss L/n?" Leah asked with a kind smile.

"No ma'am sorry," you mumbled looking down nervously. You felt bad to say so but you couldn't bring yourself to lie. There were many amazing hybrids here but none caught your eye or made you feel the 'click'.

"That's okay. Just take your time honey!" Leah beamed reassuring you with a gentle pat on her shoulder. Leah could see how nervous you were. So she wanted to reassure you as much as she could, and make you feel comfortable. Also seeing the oxygen tank, and assessing you, observing how you acted, Leah can very much tell what you needed. And one hybrid came to Leah's mind instantly. So as soon as the thought came to her mind Leah hoped her plan would work in the hybrid's favor, as she escorted the two of you to the next holding center.

"Alright how about we go over here to the felines?" Leah suggested. Which led you to nod and follow with Xavier close behind.

"Here Xavier I'll take it," you offered. Taking the oxygen tank out of his hand. You then place it on your shoulder so you could walk around more freely on your own. Feeling better with your breathing.

"Alright dear. Remember to take your time."

"Okay," you beamed. Now that you were starting to become more excited about the idea of adopting a hybrid. You then started to mingle once again amongst the hybrids in the room. You had pleasant talks with everyone who approached you. But with everyone you talked with you didn't feel the 'click'.

After talking to all of the feline hybrids in the room there was one who you didn't talk to. The hybrid you didn't talk to was sitting at a table alone seemingly immersed in his drawing. He was a handsome male hybrid with brown eyes and wavy ebony hair that had two fluffy orange ears with black stripes. His tail was also orange with black stripes which swayed behind him lazily as he drew. With the ears and tail it gave you the hint he was most likely a tiger hybrid. Being he was the last hybrid in the room you hadn't talked to you wanted to give him a chance to talk. So with a deep breath you dug up all the courage you had and made your way towards his table.

"H - hello, can I sit?" You stuttered nervously as you fiddled with the strap of your bag that held the oxygen tank.

Hearing your voice seemed to startle him out of his own little world, but looking up he was amazed at what he saw. A beautiful young woman with h/c long hair was standing next to him with large e/c innocent eyes. But upon seeing you he could tell that you were nervous. So shaking himself out of his dazedness he hurried to answer.

"Hi, and sure," he answered with a gesture. He soon allowed you to join him. Getting up he pulled out a seat for you. Him doing this for you made your face feel warm which didn't go unnoticed by him. Smiling he sat back down and continued his drawing, but not totally into his drawing as he was before. His focus was on the gorgeous woman beside him. Who seemed to be trying to contain your nervous tics that he could still see.

"Can I ask what you're drawing?" You asked, trying to start a conversation with him. Upon hearing this he looked at you and shrugged, pushing the drawing over to you. Looking at the drawing you saw it was of a picture of a butterfly settled on a flower.

"Wow, it's so pretty. The details and techniques you use are phenomenal," you praised with a smile. Upon seeing the picture he drew. It truly was beautiful and well thought out with details that were unique. You could see he had a talent for art. You notice the techniques he use and the different colors he used that he blended together nicely. Having known the arts yourself you could see all the details. Which had you smile.

"It isn't even finished, I have to add more color to it," he mumbled while blushing hearing your praise. He has had people praise him for his art. But he never had anyone praise him in the way you did. And something told him that you knew what you were talking about when it came to art.

"T-true but I can still see the details and emotion you put into it. It's lovely," you explained to him. As you handed the picture back to him carefully. Smiling at him you giggled when you see a bush tak over his cheeks.

"Thank you," he beamed with a smile sending you a nod.

"What's your name?" You finally had the courage to ask after getting more comfortable with him. He seemed to ease your nerves that you had so much of, upon coming to the building. Now all you seem to have was excitement on your mind now after meeting some of the hybrids. But you weren't going to lie. You found the hybrid that you were talking to now to be the most interesting one you had conversed with so far. Which led your curiosity to get the best of you.

"Taehyung. What's yours?" Taehyung smiled widely asking as he turned to give you his full attention, as his tail swayed happily behind him. You couldn't help but chuckle at the cuteness that was shown in front of her.

"That's a nice name. Mine's Y/n L/n," you offered with a smile back at Taehyung.

"That's a pretty name," Taehyung admired, smiling as he watched you blushed and looked down. Pushing your long hair behind your ear.

"T-thank you," you smiled, finding the courage to look back up at him with a wide smile of your own. Looking at you again Taehyung found himself admiring you once again. You were just so beautiful and kind, it drew him in instantly. It had been such a long time since he had met a nice human beside the ones that worked here at the adoption agency. But for the first time something caught his attention, it was the tank and the connected tubes hanging from her nose and ears.

"What's that?" Taehyung asked curiously, pointing to the tubes.

"Oh these are nasal tubes and that's an oxygen tank they help me breathe," you informed him with a smile unfazed by the question. But he was also the first to ask you about such a thing.

"Why do you need them? You can't breathe?" Taehyung questioned with worry.

"I have trouble at times. I don't have the most healthy lungs," you spoke with a smile.

"Oh that must suck. Are you okay now?" He asked, still worried.

"Yes it does. And I'm fine thank you for asking," you reassured him. You were touched he would ask you such a thing.

"No problem, I would want someone to ask me if it were me," Taehyung smiled at you once again. You couldn't help but smile back because he had such a contagious smile. After that the two of you talked to each other more, getting to know random things about one another without even noticing. The two took to drawing as they talked.

They were on the subject of your book cover that you created yourself with your own photography skills. But your conversation came to a stop when Leah came over. She came to tell you that there were other hybrid rooms that they could still see if she wanted to. Which you went reluctantly. Not without sending a sad smile to Taehyung giving him the picture they drew together. Which was a picture of a plethora of flowers.

Even though you were off meeting other hybrids you still had Taehyung on your mind. The feeling you had when you spent time talking with Taehyung was exactly what you had been looking for... 'the click' you wanted to experience so desperately. What you didn't know at the time though was Taehyung couldn't seem to rid you of his thoughts as well.

"Well that is all of our hybrids. Did anyone catch your attention?" Leah had asked after hours of escorting you and Xavier around the building all the hybrid rooms. And already having made up your mind you nodded quickly with excitement and a wide smile. Seeing you like this Xavier and Leah both smiled at the young woman.

"Actually yes, is it possible if I can see Taehyung again?"

"Sure you can. Let me take you to his room." Leah said instantly. She was hoping that this meant that Taehyung would finally be adopted. After seeing Taehyung go through so much the elder woman hoped it meant that you were considering it. Leah could tell that you were a kind and respectful young woman, though you had your flaws. Leah knew you would take care of Taehyung, especially after seeing the interaction between the two Leah knew that the two would be perfect for each other. So with a wide and hopeful smile Leah gestured for you and Xavier to follow her to Taehyung's personal room.

"Thank you!" You beamed following behind with a bright smile. You were still a little nervous but hopefully it would go well with what you had planned to ask Taehyung. You wanted to ask him before anything went forward or anything happened. After a few minutes of following Leah you all finally arrived at Taehyung's personal room. You were nervous and hesitant to enter his room. Looking down you fiddled with your hands drifting off into a daze. That was until Xavier spoke to you.

"Should I come with you?" Xavier asked you with worry, before you went into Taehyung's room.

"No it's okay I can go by myself," you reassured him with a tired but bright smile. Even though you was tired from the eventful day you still were happy that you came. Taking a deep breath you once again dug up some more confidence and continued to Taehyung's room. Knocking you smiled when you heard Taehyung shout out with his deep smooth voice a 'come in.' Upon entering his room you were met with Taehyung sitting on his bed reading a book.

"Hi Taehyung," you greeted him with a gentle but nervous smile.

"Hi Y/n. What are you doing here?" Taehyung was confused as to why you were there. But still smiled happy to see you once again. What had Taehyung worried though was that he could hear your heart beating faster than usual, making his ears twitch. Taehyung knew that you were nervous and even though he didn't know her health problems. Taehyung knew that couldn't be good for you.

"I actually wanted to ask you a question. I - if possible?" You stuttered over your words. As you fiddled with the tubes connected to your oxygen tank. You were so nervous to ask him such a big question.

"Sure what is it?" Taehyung asked you gently. Not wanting to make you even more nervous then you were.

"Would you maybe umm l - like to umm," you stumbled over your words again. Having trouble with your breathing for a moment. You were so nervous that you began to shake like a leaf. This was a big moment not just for you but for Taehyung too, and you knew that.

"It's okay, sit down. Take deep breaths," Taehyung instructed you as he guided you to his bed to sit. He didn't know what was making you this nervous but he felt helpless seeing you like this. So gently Taehyung took your hands into his. Hoping that it would ground you. As he waited for you to take deep breaths to control your breathing. After a while having yourself under control you blushed embarrassed. But smiled when you looked down at your hands that were intertwined. Which caused her to go off in a daze, thinking about how they felt, and how smooth they were. But your attention was brought back upon hearing Taehyung's voice.

"What was it you wanted to ask me?" Taehyung asked softly, trying not to overwhelm you. You looked at him for a moment to rethink your decision. You thought of all of the pros and cons once again. Thinking about them over again. After being at the adoption center made you happy because now there were more pros then there were cons. So with these thoughts in mind you asked the big question that would change everything.

"Would you like to be adopted by me?" You asked with a smile but soon bit your lower lip nervously. As you fiddled with the tubbing giving you oxygen.

"Really? You want to adopt me?" Taehyung questioned with shock. He didn't expect for you to ask this question. Out of all the questions he thought you would ask this was not one of them.

"Y - yes if it's okay with you," you stuttered with nervousness after hearing the questions he asked. You knew you wanted to ask him permission first before even thinking about going through with the adoption. You wanted to give Taehyung a choice because this would change his life as well, not just hers. Before you could think up any negative thoughts though they were cut off by hearing Taehyung's answer.

"I would love that!" Taehyung exclaimed as he smiled widely at you. Taehyung still couldn't believe that this was happening. He would finally be able to leave the walls of this building. And with a person who seemed to actually be genuine and kind.

"I just want to warn you beforehand that it can be chaotic being around me. I - I - I just wanted to give you a choice," you said truthfully tol Taehyung. Because you did want to give him a choice in the whole adopting him process. But you also wanted to warn Taehyung what he was getting into with entering her life.

"You're giving me a choice. That says something about who you are as a person," Taehyung started with a smile as he looked at you. He couldn't help but see you in a new light. Because he knew anyone else would have just adopted him. Not come and give him a choice on the matter. So with much emotion Taehyung leaned forward and gave you a gentle hug.

"Thank you so much Y/n," Taehyung said with sincerity. Having his arms around you had you freeze. Not having a hug in such a long time. But a smile crept upon your face. Realizing you didn't feel panicked instead you felt content. So filled with such feelings you slowly leaned into the hug and wrapped your arms around Taehyung.

"I hope you don't get tired of me," you chuckled jokingly to Taehyung. As the two of you leaned out of the hug after a moment to look at each other.

"How could I? You're giving me a chance at living a life outside of these walls," Taehyung said with another smiled sent your way again. Taehyung couldn't remember a time he had smiled so much. But he couldn't help but hope this would be the beginning of more smiles in his life.

"Come on let's tell them," you beamed at Taehyung. Standing up from the bed you hesitantly held out your hand for Taehyung. Who looked at it still not being able to believe this was happening to him again. But this time he couldn't help but think this was going to go well despite the past adoptions that he went through. So with much trust, he hesitantly took your hand and let you lead him out of the room.

"I would like to adopt Taehyung!" Was the first thing you exclaimed. When you were met with the questioning looks of Leah and Xavier. Both had very different reactions but the same nonetheless. Xavier smiled at you and the hybrid that was next to you. Xavier could tell the two would be perfect for each other. After observing their interaction earlier and also seeing the two now. Leah though couldn't help but exclaim with excitement for the two.

"Congratulations! I'm happy for you two! We can start the papers today and you can come pick Taehyung up in a few days!" 

TAGLIST -

 rinkud

 yoongijoon07

 danielle143

#taehyung x reader #jungkook x reader #bts fanfic #bts imagines #hybrid au #bts x reader #jimin x reader #namjoon x reader #yoongi x reader #seokjin x reader #hoseok x reader #bts scenarios

[thefaithfulwriter1]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒 (𝟎𝟎. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏)

❝ And I will find the strength to un-tape my mouth. When I used to be afraid of the words. But I've learned just to let it out. Now my heart is ready to burst. 'Cause I, I feel like I'm ready for love. And I wanna be your everything and more. And I know everyday you say it. But I just want you to be sure. That I am yours. ❞ - I am Yours - Ella Henderson

Summary - In which a story is told about a successful writer who struggles with all aspects of her health. Yes, she is famous for her hard work, being granted with fans and recognition. But she still lives a struggling lonely life. Between her health and past she doesn't know what to do anymore. That is until she is given the suggestion to adopt a hybrid from her doctor for emotional support. Taking the advice, she soon looks into adopting a hybrid which she does, finding a handsome kind tiger hybrid. But it soon leads to the beginning of her story of how she comes upon six more hybrids in need of help which she does whole heartly. And she soon finds out that she is capable of love and is deserving of love as well.

Pairing - BTS (Taehyung Centric) x Fem!Reader

Alternative Universe - Hybrid

Warnings - Fluff, Angst, 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝙰𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 (𝙰𝙳H𝙳, 𝙰𝚗𝚡𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚢, 𝙳𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚌 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝙿𝚃𝚂𝙳), 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚜 (𝙻𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚜, 𝙻𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚖), 𝙿𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝙰𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚎, 𝙻𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚂𝚎mi Smut

You were sitting in the back of a car in front of a building… thinking. Stuck in your head thinking of your life. You were a successful writer. You were very successful so much so that your books were bestsellers all over the world. You were still coming along good with your books too. But with you rising as a bestselling author over the years many other things came along as well. Things along the lines of houses, cars, and fans. Just because you had all these things didn't mean you were the happiest person. You were very grateful for all you had but that didn't mean you didn't have your problems. You were never able to escape your past nor your health problems…which were many.

Your health problems made your life difficult. But you tried to enjoy life to the fullest knowing it could be worse. Your health pertains to your mental and physical health. Your mental health was ADHD, Manic behavior, depression, anxiety, PTSD, being your main mental problems. Physically you had the crappiest lungs which caused you to carry an oxygen tank on your person at times (like now). Leading you to have severe chronic asthma, you also had a low immune system meaning you were able to get sick easier and faster. Yes, you knew you had it rough but couldn't bring yourself to complain knowing others had it worse than you. So all you could do was take it one day at a time and deal with all your problems as best as you could as they came your way.

These problems though caused you to see a therapist. This started from a young age to help you with your feelings along with the events that had happened to you in the past to your most recent life events. You've never really had conflicted feelings with your therapist up until now. Because right now you were about to make a big change in your life upon the request of your therapist.

At the moment you were looking upon the vast building in front of you anxiously. You had so many thoughts running through your mind at the moment both positive and negative. You honestly didn't know what to do as you looked upon the building with worry.

The building was an adoption agency... an adoption agency specifically for hybrids.

Yes, in this world hybrids were very real, being discovered years before you were even born. And right now you were glued in your seat. Scared of what you were about to get yourself into with the possibility of adopting a hybrid today. Will he or she like you? Will they accept you and your differences? Will they be able to adapt to your way of living? Your rambunctious thoughts were soon cut off by someone in the driver's seat clearing their throat to catch your attention.

"Miss Y/n its about time that we get going in don't you think?" They had asked softly while looking at you with a small smile. That someone was your human butler. Who has been with you ever since the first book you wrote was a bestseller, which was about five years ago when you were eighteen.

Xavier Johnson was his name and he was a man in his late thirties. Xavier knew everything about your health and past which led him to take the job. Especially, when he found out you were just a caring and humble young woman who needed extra help in life.

"Do you think I should do this Xavier," you whispered nervously as you carefully played with the smooth tube connected to your oxygen tank.

"Personally I think you should. You need the companionship along with the socialization and who knows maybe it'll be different with a hybrid. But that is just me, you should do whatever you're comfortable with Miss L/n," Xavier told her straightforwardly. He wanted her to know his thoughts. Which you took into consideration. It took you minutes to rethink everything and ready yourself for this big change in her life.

"Okay lets go then before I change my mind," you sighed out.

TAGLIST -

rinkud

#taehyung x reader #jungkook x reader #bts fanfic #hybrid au #bts imagines #bts x reader #jimin x reader #namjoon x reader #seokjin x reader #yoongi x reader #hoseok x reader #bts scenarios