#Kija's father

[foxymoxynoona]

"Can I interest you in some cookies?" with a loving husband and father of two, Min Yoongi. please and thank you Foxy😌

Characters: Dad Yoongi x Reader Words: 4963 CW: references to sex, some swearing, otherwise just fluff

[Sugie]: need anything from store on my way home?

[Y/N]: onion diapers sz 4 wipes (NO scent!) kid toothpaste stwbry cucumber cheese sticks 

[Y/N]: bananas bandaids rice blueberries if on sale

[Y/N]: apple juice for kids 

[Y/N]: 8*stwbry flavor toothpaste

Yoongi reads between the lines of your disorganized list, no doubt dashed together as you whirl through the house to see what’s low or missing. You’re thinking about what to cook for dinner and seeing no onion. Size 4 diapers means Joo, who’s been leaking through the legs of her old kind since she started walking, a little on the late side but she’s really a power house now, especially when she runs headfirst into immovable objects; maybe she’s out of diapers or maybe you’ve had a day of cleaning the leaks and have made the call the toss the remaining ones. He’ll get the ‘active baby’ kind that Jungkook says work well because if it works for a kid of Jungkook’s it must work for Joo. The toothpaste will be for Kija and he disagrees they’re completely out because he’s still able to squeeze a little tiny bit but fine, he’ll give you this victory and go ahead and buy a new tube; maybe you’re hoping he’ll forget the argument that had seemed so important for some reason when you sent him the list the other day. He’s a little offended you don’t expect he’ll know the toothpaste has to be strawberry, not mint, but he’s learned his lesson that Kija will scream and cry and scrape at his mouth like it’s on fire. Three tubes of mint kids toothpaste wait in the cabinet for him to grow out of that someday.

Most of the food items are obvious but the bandaids could mean someone got hurt or that someone got into the box unsupervised. Kija is big on bandaids suddenly after two years of shrieking if you even tried to put one on and now suddenly every imagined bump needs a bandaid. 

But the rice…

[Sugie]: rice? I just bought some its in the bottom of the pantry

[Y/N]: bad storage place, got dump out all over kitchen

He sighs. 

Your typos gives him the image of you chasing children and dog through the house, texting distractedly while trying to get them corralled safely so you can make their early dinner. In the old days you texted as articulately as you spoke. He’ll cook something better for the two of you, he decides, and remembers to tell you that so you don’t just heat up extra dumplings for yourself too.

[Sugie]: i’ll cook so stay hungry

[Y/N]: k

Definitely busy. 

He makes quick work of the shopping trip, double checking he has everything on your list even though he had expected you’d only have one or two things for him because he was at the store two days ago. They don’t have strawberry kids toothpaste but hopefully watermelon will do –the bubblegum flavor he almost grabs has sparkles in it and Kija will decide that means it’s “spicy.” Yoongi is proud of himself for predicting this.

But now that he’s thinking about it, he feels bad about such a stupid argument about the toothpaste. Did it matter if you threw the tube away while there was still a squeeze or two left? You weren’t that cash-strapped right now. He didn’t know why he’d felt so strongly about his way being right. What a waste of energy, fighting with you over something stupid, when energy was already hard to come by.

So he grabs a box of cookies too, for you, the maple flavor ones that aren’t usually available outside of this time of year and sell out fast. They aren’t anything expensive, and definitely not as good as what you could bake on your own. But with two small children at home, him working full time and you still working part time as a compromise for juggling your careers and family, sometimes you have to take the shortcut to a treat. Boxed cookies instead of homemade. At least it was something.

The house is in chaos by the time Yoongi gets home and your stress level isn’t helping it. Knowing he was out busy but childless all day, you had hoped to have the kids settled, obedient, and clean when he walks through the door, to show what a good grip you have on things. He doesn’t expect it, but still you feel the need to prove that you can handle the kids all day just fine on your own and have it look tidy and have dinner on the table. The woman who does it all! After all, you’re the one who wanted to have the first kid. After all, you’re the one who suggested a second even though you had agreed on only one. Kija was too easy of a baby. He tricked you. And yes Yoongi had agreed, but when things didn’t go well, sometimes you felt like you’d tricked him too.

It is not a perfectly ordered and quiet household Yoongi walks into. You’ve made an appropriate snack for the kids to eat while waiting for Yoongi to get home with the ingredients for you to make the rest of dinner (or hopefully he will take over that part), but Joo choked on a piece of cracker and threw up a little, which scared you; Kija took advantage of your distraction to climb onto the back of the couch and throw his food onto the floor for Holy to gobble up; because Holy is there, you aren’t prepared for the puddle of pee in the hallway, which you step in as you’re dragging Joo to the nursery to clean up. When you yell at the unexpected warm puddle and jump to the side, you hit your shoulder on a picture frame, which crashes to the floor and shatters, making Joo cry. Kija and Holy come running to see what happened and you shriek at them to stay so they don’t walk through the glass, and Kija starts wailing at being shouted at.

This is what Yoongi walks into. You are on the verge of tears. One look at your husband’s surprised face is enough to nearly pitch you over the edge into your own meltdown. His lifted eyes feel like a lecture –but you should know better. He won’t lecture about something like this. Instead he scoops up Kija and takes Holy by the collar, guiding his dog son to the crate and his human son back to the TV. He returns a moment later with the broom, and you feel confident in picking your clear path the rest of the way to the nursery.

By the time you come back, Joo is clean and Yoongi is on his hands and knees cleaning up the dog pee and any small shards of glass. You suspect he’ll be out here again later tonight for one more wipe of the floor just to make sure there’s no glass left. You haven’t even said hello yet but you’re embarrassed he had to walk in and go right to problem-solving.

When he looks up at you, you start to apologize, “I’m sorry that–”

“Your leg is bleeding,” he points out. You hadn’t even noticed. The corner of the frame must have cut you on the way down.

So you settle Joo on the couch with Kija and go to clean yourself up this time. You finish around the same time Yoongi is bagging up the last of the dirty paper towels.

“Sorry about–” you start again, but this time he interrupts you with narrowed eyes, realizing, “Kids are too quiet.”

The two of you share a look and step quickly to the living room where bright flashy cartoons are lighting up an empty room. A toddler’s laugh is followed by the urgent hush of a child. And Holy is no longer in his crate.

“Kija,” Yoongi murmurs as you both follow the sound of nails scrabbling excitedly against tile –Holy, but that good pup never operates alone. You both dart to the kitchen to just stare in awe for a moment at the scene of chaos.

The grocery bags Yoongi set onto the counter have been upended. Holy has turned from the onions but the cucumbers are being shredded before your eyes. Joo has a fistfull as well that has no doubt gone through Holy’s mouth prior, but her other hand delicately holds a single cookie, still intact despite the fountain of crumbs around her. 

Kija is the cause of the waterfall, of course. He’s perched innocently on the counter, feet dangling, a box of cookies you weren’t even aware was on its way into the house ripped open like a fucking bear got to it and the cookies are mangled, pieces strewn across the counter, across Kija’s lap, and cascading down to Joo.

“Holy likes cookies,” Kija informs you and Yoongi with a crumby smile. You dart forward to knock the dog-masticated cucumber from Joo’s hand but it means she takes another bite of cookie before you can wrestle that from her too. The tantrum is instant as you pull her up, kicking and screaming, the whole bit because she’s clearly hoping her appa will insist you give the cookie back to her.

“You got into the bags,” Yoongi says, voice serious but steady. He scoops Kija off the counter, sending the cookies falling from his lap. Holy goes wild at the sound of more falling food and you’re the one to grab him, dragging him straight backwards as he scrabbles to try and stay. By the time he’s back in his crate, Yoongi has Kija and Joo both on the counter, feet in the sink as he rinses their toes and hands off. 

Only then do you recognize the smell of the maple cookies you enjoy so much; it’s almost enough to tip you truly into tears to realize Yoongi brought home your favorite cookies and not only did you not have a clean, orderly house for him to enter but now the cookies have been destroyed while he was cleaning up another mess that happened on your watch.

He’s mumbling to the kids and shaking his head; when you come over to offer to take over, he has a smile for you and finally a greeting,

“Seems like it’s been a crazy day, huh?”

“Yes,” is all you can manage as you collapse briefly against his arm, just for the comfort his his solid body. His energy immediately resets you. 

Yoongi’s home. The evening will be better now.

He lifts Joo from the sink first, settling her into your arms to hold as he towels off her toes with the dish towel, then he twists Kija.

“Ah, you were a naughty boy not helping your eomma,” he scolds Kija lightly as he works the towel. “If it’s a crazy day, it’s even more important for you to be a big brother.”

“I do help,” Kija defends. “I feed Joo! She is so hungry and I am so hungry too. It is past our dinner! And you’re late! Why did you go away all day today? It’s not the right thing to do.” He points at the digital readout on the fridge magnet to punctuate his reverse lecture, except not only can Kija not tell time, it’s not a clock, it’s an egg timer. The time right now is definitely not 02:17, that’s just how long was left when Yoongi cooked yesterday and decided the meat was ready before the timer went off and paused it so the beeping wouldn’t wake Joo up from an impromptu nap.

But now that he’s given his defense, Kija’s mouth widens out in that line Yoongi knows appears on his own face, and he gives his father a serious look, trying to gauge how in trouble he actually is.

“No one was bad,” you offer. “Just… busy. Today was a busy day.”

“It was a very busy day,” Kija agrees. He sounds like such a little man, sometimes you have to remind yourself that barely-four is still a very little kid. He watches Yoongi another second but then decides he’s not in trouble and launches into, “Eomma took us to the library for story time and it was about robots! I want to be the blue robot and Joo can be the green robot and you can be the white robot and–”

“Why are the kid books and shows all about robots?” Yoongi sighs, even though he knows that’s not totally true. 

Kija insists hotly, “There are buses and cars too! And airplanes and–”

“Don’t you like animals?” Yoongi presses. “What about mountains and the sea?”

You can’t stop yourself from snickering under your breath, “Yes I married such a nature-boy…”

“I like natural things! Didn’t I make that table and chairs for us?” He had, the very ones nestled in the corner of the kitchen where the four of you would gather to eat what was looking more and more like a dinner of takeout. With a self-aware smile, Yoongi adds, “I like nature as long as I have my computer and electricity and a fan. Then it’s ok. But robots… I want our children to appreciate the natural beauty in life.”

“I want to play with your phone,” Kija counters, a perfectly timed response, on theme even without him understanding how.

Yoongi gives you a look and laughs at his son as he sets him on the ground, “No. Go sit in silence and be alone with your thoughts.”

“I hate silence! I hate my thoughts!”

Now Yoongi is laughing; he’s never lost patiences when Kija gets mouthy, which he seems to do more now, though the obstinacy started as a toddler. He sounds like you, Yoongi had once insisted when you’d worried, but the truth is he sounds like Yoongi more often than you; you’re convinced he already has a sharp wit and a dry sense of humor, just like his dad. But he does happen to be going through a robot and race car phase, which Yoongi can’t identify with, and Kija does not seem to enjoy music in any particular way despite it being Yoongi’s life’s blood. 

But Joo does, soothed nightly by the soft melodies of lullabies her appa has composed for her. She giggles now as he leans in to kiss her toes, only to suddenly scowl and scold in her little chirpy voice, 

“No! My toes!”

Abruptly Yoongi stops and mutters playfully, “Already telling her old dad to back off…” A second later though she’s sticking her foot towards him again, trying to tempt him into more tickles expressly so she can tell him off again. She has no problem demanding what she wants, or defending what’s hers, or making it clear when she’s had enough of people and wants some quiet time. As soon as she could crawl, she was trying to break into Yoongi’s studio to get to his keyboard, where she’d jab at a few keys and then call for Appa, her desire for music developing earlier than her ability to verbally communicate it. But Yoongi understood and played for her, improvising melodies around the random keys she’d push. Just like Yoongi understood Kija’s need for praise when he’d make something cool, or more recently, for his dad to be engaged in the things he liked, even if Yoongi didn’t really care about race cars or robots. 

You were not surprised to have learned in the last four years that Yoongi is better as a father than you had ever dreamed. Not perfect. Your years of entering parenthood hadn’t been without friction and frustration. But his love for his children is always first and foremost and watching the way he listens to the children rattling off nearly incoherently about their day under his attention now warms you again. And fans the flame of your own feeling of failure.

Suddenly Yoongi stops them with a hand on each child’s head; they are confused and silenced by the odd behavior as Yoongi says to you, “Go sit and relax with them. I’ll make dinner.”

“It’s late. I didn’t even start rice–”

“I bought microwaveable,” he says –not just a compromise, but a reference to an argument you had in fact won, or at least the realities of parenting small children had. Yoongi had sworn to never have a microwave because of the “horrors” they did to food. But that was before the two of you became connoisseurs of meals that had gone cold while you tended to unfortunately timed diaper explosions, or sleepless nights of teething, of not wanting to turn the oven on to reheat the dino nuggets Kija refused at dinner but Yoongi loving himself a little more than just eating them cold like you do. 

“I wanted to have it ready when you got home,” you sigh. 

He can sense your frustration, though he doesn’t share any of your disappointment. He’s simply moved by understanding; today you were the one with the day busier than expected under the direction of small children. Other days it’s him. His fingers are light on your lower back as he nudges.

“You had the kids by yourself all day,” he shrugs. “It’s enough. Go sit and I’ll get food for everyone. And you will eat more than just cookie crumbs for dinner,” he adds, giving Joo a serious look that only makes the toddler smile. When Yoongi holds the look, eyes slowly narrowing, Joo starts to giggle. 

Yoongi, a fire-spitting underground rapper in his younger days with hard lyrics and rivalries with other artists? It’s impossible for his toddler daughter to imagine. She just performs an incredible feat of agility possibly only for toddlers and presses her foot into his mouth even though she’s still on your hip.

“Ah, kids these days…” he grumbles to make you laugh because he sounds like his own dad. You take the life raft he has offered you and go to watch cartoons with the children. They are deliciously quiet.

For better or worse, Yoongi’s arrival does not actually settle the day down, it simply gives you an extra pair of hands and a calmer mind. The kids eat next to nothing but then complain about being hungry. They cry when the TV is turned off to eat together. They cry when Yoongi won’t give them more cookies even though Kija claims they’re his favorite. Bathtime happens, to be left at that, and with obvious proof by the destruction of the bathroom. Joo has an accident before they even get a diaper onto her so technically bathtime happens again. Kija can’t find his special monkey he sleeps with –the one Yoongi brought back from the weeklong trip he took before Kija was old enough to remember and yet racked him with guilt for months– and then finds it in Holy’s crate which leads to a loud standoff between the two and then an emergency trip through the washing machine and dryer’s quick cycle, which delays bedtime but you both know it won’t happen without Raps the monkey anyway. Kija throws a fit about the different flavor of toothpaste, and the kids can’t agree on a story so it’s settled there will be two, and then there’s a fight for Yoongi’s lap until he shifts and shuffles in the rocking chair until they’re both snuggled down. 

You, the one who worked so hard to care for the children all day, are left with an empty lap on the ground, but other days these roles are reversed so you try not to be hurt by it. Instead you just admire the way Yoongi reads to the kids, so very different than your own attempts to sound like the characters. He just sounds like himself, his smooth voice gliding around the words as he tells the story of Olivia’s trip to the museum like it’s a conversation. In a way it is: every two pages Kija interrupts him to tell him something totally unrelated –a fact he learned about shrimp in a book at the library, that they saw a dog in a backpack on the train, that there were ants on the sidewalk in the park– and Yoongi’s eyebrow raise and he nods in acknowledgement of this precious fact Kija needed to share, and then he continues to story, his voice steady and slow.

Honestly, it’s putting you to sleep too. Yoongi’s way of speaking has always been soothing to you. It was one of the first things you loved about him, that no matter how worked up you were, however bad your day, he could speak about literally anything and his calming words and rhythm would rock you to a place of peace. 

It’s no surprise Joo is almost asleep when he finishes and Kija’s facts have petered out. You carry Joo to her crib and Yoongi tucks Kija into the little boy bed he’s only recently transitioned to; Yoongi and Kija built it together one afternoon from a kit as Yoongi tried to lecture Kija about the importance of building furniture with your own two hands and you tried not to giggle too loudly in the background about how cute your boys are. It took twice as long to build but afterwards Kija announce “Me and Appa are a superteam!” and Yoongi’s smile made clear he didn’t mind the delays.

You trade places, so each child gets a kiss or hair ruffle and whispered I love you from you both, and then meet at the door of the bedroom for one final glance before you shut it.

Except Yoongi has already gone down the hall, calling over his shoulder, “The pork wasn’t very good, I’lll make something else.”

“What? No, the pork was great and I ate enough.”

“Will you eat it if I make something else?”

“No,” you insist, knowing he won’t believe you. He doesn’t. He’s disappointed that he rushed the veggies and left the pork a little too long. It's not the meal he wanted you to have after an obviously tiring day with the kids. But you say again, “I don’t want anything else to eat. I just want…”

“Hm?” He freezes at the kitchen doorway, looking casually back at you as if everything in him doesn’t pause to see what you’ll say. You could say pretty much anything right now and he’d find a way to give it to you as thanks for the day focused on his work, as an apology that he wasn’t here to help, to express his regret that the dinner was not what you deserved.

“Just sit with me and watch a show. Do you have time or are you needing to go right to bed–”

“I have time for you,” he quickly assures you. “Do you want tea? Beer?”

“No, nothing.”

He brings you ice water anyways because he knows you forget to hydrate any when you’re chasing children. 

And he brings a plate, holding it out to you, the mangled remains of the maple cookies displayed.

“Can I interest you in some cookies?” he asked. 

The laughter bubbles out of you, followed by tears he predicted. He sets the water and plate of cookies on the table –with a stern “No” to Holy whose head lifts curiously from his bed by the TV. Then Yoongi bundles you into his arms, and stretches out into the corner of the couch and lifts the remote, silent and casual in his comfort of your minor breakdown. As soon as the show is selected –the next episode of something you two have been gradually making your way through, slowly since you each tend to fall asleep– he wraps both arms around you.

“Seems like it was a long day,” he says, hand stroking gently down your back. You nod under his chin. 

“Sorry,” you mumble. “I wanted to make it look easy and have everything nice when you came home after working all day–”

“Cut it with that bullshit,” he snorts. “I know it’s not easy. I just feel bad I was away all day–”

“You shouldn’t feel bad about it. It’s good! You deserve to go and it’s for your career… I know you keep passing on things to be at home.”

He shrugs again, voice low as he points out, “So do you.”

“Yeah, well…” It’s true. It’s true for both of you, and maybe, you consider, Yoongi feels that same blend of relief and regret that you do when you leave the house. The same blend you feel when you come home too. “It’s hard to want to be two places at once,” you sigh.

“Yeah,” he agrees. “So we’re doing the best we can, I think.”

You nod. It’s true. The rest of the world makes it look so easy, like as soon as you have children your interests become singular, your patience and energy unlimited, your bond with your partner unshakeable. The last four years have tested all of those things –and yet you don’t regret it, not really, even after a day like today.

“I don’t regret any of this,” he says, as if he’s read your mind. “Except the dinner.”

“I thought it was good.”

“That’s because you’ll eat cold dino-nuggets. Your taste has always been terrible.”

“Yoongi!” you cry, laughter lacing his name on your lips. “I chose you, didn’t I?”

“Proving my point.”

“No, disproving it. You made very good little kids, even if they were little stinkers today.”

“I didn’t make those, you made them. I just gave you some of the materials. Maybe I’ll give you some more materials tonight.”

It earns a giggle against his chest. You both know you’ll fall asleep too quickly to get that far, even if you try to rally right now. You also know the materials won’t be true; a small procedure months ago has made sure that Kija and Joo will be the only two offspring for Min Yoongi. Two felt right to you both. Two felt like the maximum. Sometimes two felt like too much but you pushed through those moments, and once the glass and pee and cookie crumbs were cleaned up, two felt right again. 

“What, you don’t think I can?”

“I’m not sure I’ll be awake for it,” you admit.

“Ah, it’s like that, huh? I’ve lost my touch.”

“Your touch is good, my energy meter is just low.”

“Have some cookies, maybe the sugar will help you rally.”

“Why… wait, you really want to? Tonight?”

“I don’t know… you were so busy all day, I won’t bother you…”

“It’s not a bother, I just figured you were working all day…” You’re flattered now by the sudden bashfulness as he refuses to meet your eye when you push up against his chest. How many years have you been together now? And he still gets shy sometimes. You adore him, there’s no need to be shy, but it’s a core part of him and you treasure it, just as much as you melt at the times he is very much not shy about his wants.

So you reach over and grab a handful of cookies from the plate. They crumble in your hand, but still you sit up to eat the remains. It helps that he looks horrified by the crumbs escaping your cupped palm. You can’t stop giggling. He starts laughing too as Holy comes over to inspect this windfall.

“I just wanted to bring you your favorite cookies,” he sighs.

“I just wanted the house to be nice for you,” you point out. “Anyway, I’m still eating the cookies.”

“In crumbs.”

“They still taste good.”

“I’m so glad you have bad taste,” he sighs. You hold out a hand and he opens his mouth but doesn’t seem to expect you’ll actually dump some small pieces into it. Now he’s laughing and you’re both missing the show but you don’t care. He slings his arm around your shoulder and pulls you close. 

“I’m so glad I had good taste when it mattered,” you argue, poking his side. 

You don’t have to see it to feel his gummy grin as he says, “Come on, I’m not that great–”

“I mean about this flavor of cookies, they’re really good.”

“You brat.”

The giggles are the final balm you needed, and maybe for him too. He seems happy when he drags you back in his arms and he doesn’t have to say it for you to know he’s glad to be home, and glad to be here with you. Even when it’s hard, you’re happy together. Even when your dinners aren’t perfect and your cookies get crumbled. Even when you both are interested at the suggestion of sex but then fail to make it to the end of the episode despite your best intentions.

It’s ok. There will be many more nights. You’re both learning, like how he should have just taken you right to the bedroom instead of watching the episode. But maybe the snuggles on the couch were all you each wanted or needed anyway. 

It’s ok. You still feel Yoongi’s love because in the morning he takes the kids and lets you sleep, and pulls the blanket back over you before he leaves the bed, and that really is love. And because of that, tonight you will make sure you have energy. 

Probably. Maybe. Hopefully.

It’s ok. Waking up to the sound of your husband's low chuckles and the high giggles of your children is worth it all. And unlike that business about the toothpaste, Yoongi couldn’t agree with you more.

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[xxkitty13]

Circus Freaks

LA Buggy x Fem Reader

NSFW

Previous Chapters: Part 1, Part 7

Next Chapter: Part 9

Previously: After years of avoiding the cemetery, Y/n decides to finally make a visit. Accompanied by Buggy, they come across a spirit that lures them to a particular tombstone. It happens to be the temple of the island's founder, Febe. There, they find a hidden room inside the old building and discover ancient writings. Meanwhile, Abask Kija, is making a move.

Part 8: The Proposal

The candle wax drips down to the base of the vase. Each drip adds to the pool of hot liquid that surrounds the melting candle. Its flame flickers vigorously, swaying left and right. The corner is solitary and hidden from the rest of the area. One single candle is enough to light the space.

Y/n turns page after page, reading the ancient history of the island. Linguistic books stack on the small desk she sits at. So far, the library provides little information about the dead native language that was once spoke by their ancestors. Nothing appears to match the strange writing engraved on the old temple. She sighs, closing another book, no luck in that one either. Her strained eyes are dry, she closes them and lays her head down on the desk.

A clacking noise nears her isolated corner.

"May I?"

Rubbing her red eyes, she looks to see the owner of the voice.

"Yasi?"

The raven head smiles at her and takes a seat in front of her. He sits with his intertwined hands on the dusty table. His face scowls at the gray particles staining his clean hands. Y/n rolls her eyes, there he goes, too elite for some dirt.

"You're stalking me again? Don't expect me to go on a date with you."

He scoffs. "I just got here and you're already accusing me of such ill acts?"

Y/n only stares back at him. Yasi chuckles, "Ah, you know me so well. I can only blush at that fact." He reaches for her hand, but she smacks it away.

"Geez, no need to be so rude. Anyway, I came here to give you this."

He reaches into his dress pants’ pocket and hands her a white envelope. She grabs it, intrigued on what it held inside. It is sealed with a gold wax; the letter A is stamped in the middle. She carefully opens it and pulls out a red velvet cardstock paper.

"What is this?" she asks.

"It's a formal invitation to a dinner at the mansion. My father personally sent it to you."

Her eyes widened. “Y-your father? Why?”

“I may have mentioned you to him and he’s delighted to finally meet you,” he grins. He gets up from his seat and begins to walk away. “I’ll expect you there. You know my father is an important man. Do not disappoint him.” Yasi gives her a sly smirk before leaving.

Y/n looks at the invitation. The dinner is tonight. She groans, of course he wouldn’t give her time to think about it. Still, the dinner could lead to new information about the island’s past and the mysterious death of her father. With a deep sigh, she departs from the library.

.°˖✧.°˖✧

“What do you mean you’re going?!”

Buggy voice booms throughout the circus tent. His fist slams on the armrest of the wooden chair he sits on. He stands up and snatches the white envelope from her hands.

“Tsk, that brat thinks he can swoon you over with daddy’s money. Ha, pathetic,” he grits, gripping the envelope.

“But Buggy, think about it. We have no leads, this our only chance to find something.”

Buggy sits back on the large chair and angrily takes out the invitation. “The fact that it’s tonight sounds fishy to me,” he says almost crumping the paper.

Y/n heads to him and sits on his lap, facing him. Her hands cup his scratchy face. His green eyes look above and lock with hers. He lets go of the paper, making it fall to the floor. His hands hold both sides of her hips and reals her in closer to his torso.

“You’re playing a dangerous game,” he whispers.

“Come on Buggy. You know I won’t let Yasi get his way.” Her hand caress his left cheek as she slowly leans towards his face.

A bulge is felt underneath her, right below her ass. She allows her full body weight to press against it, teasing him. His hands grip her sides.

“You know anybody can walk in at any given moment.”

“Oh,” she gasps. “Maybe this was a bad idea.” She tries to get off, but Buggy hold is strong.

“Where are you going little lady? You have to finish what you’ve started,” his raspy voice sends chills down her spine.

He unbuttons her pants and y/n unconsciously helps him out. All is left of her bottom half are her panties. Buggy removes one of his gloves and feels under her sex. Y/n jumps at the rough touch.

“Look at you, already wet. You naughty girl.” He slaps her ass, making her yelp. His fingers slide the panties off to the side and slithers his way to touch her wet folds. His thumb makes it way to her enlarged clit, he presses his digit against the raised tissue. She mewls at the slight pressure. “Is this what you want? Why didn’t you say so earlier,” he teases.

“T-this is not what I had in mind.”

“Were you really leaning in for just a kiss?” He grabs a fistful of her hair and reals her in. “Come on baby, you don’t have to act so innocent.” His lips smashes against her own. With the deepening of the kiss, his index finger abruptly shoves inside of her.

“B-buggy, be gentle!”

He simply laughs and begins to finger her.

“What if somebody comes in?!”

“Then we’ll give them a show.” He adds a second finger inside and quickens the pace. Y/n holds her moans, not wanting to attract people to the ring. “Don’t hide it,” he grabs her throat and slightly squeezed his hand around her neck.

“B-buggy.”

“That’s more like it. Let’s take it up a notch.”

His fingers leave her wet insides. She relaxes at the lost feeling. Buggy unbuckles his belt and pulls down his leather pants. As soon as y/n sees his boxers, she knew what was coming next.

He pulls them down and his hard erection springs out. Precum oozes out of his slit and down his rosy tip. Using his hands, he lifts y/n from her bottom and positions her body with his erection.

“Buggy are we really doing this in here? N-no, someone will catch us.”

“Relax babe, the thrill turns me on.”

He slaps her tender thigh and guides her down to his exposed groin. She bites her lips, it will be her second time experiencing an intimate session with the man. The act still frightens her, but she is eager to experience the blissful pleasure once more. Buggy aligns his wet tip to her entrance. With her body coming down, he pushes the tip inside the prepped hole.

Buggy grunts as his shaft is swallowed by her tight walls. His hands are now placed on her waist, pushing her down on his crotch. Y/n controls her breathing as his cock ripped her apart once more. Her insides burn, she tries to relax her tight body.

“Fuck darling, you’re quite tense aren’t you?” He grits. His hands massage her lower back, going under her shirt to feel her smooth skin.

“Let’s fix that.” He bucks himself up inside of her.

Y/n feels her body jump up in the air and back down on his member. She feels his tip hit right at her cervix; the feeling is painful. Her body falls onto his chest as her hands hold onto his shoulders for support. Buggy grunts as her nails dig at his skin, the pain turns him on. His coarse hands cup both cheeks of her bottom and manually fucks her, still thrusting deep within.

The labor is intense, but the pirate enjoys every second of it. The stinging pain vanishes, and y/n finally loosens up to the penetration. Moans fill the empty ring, echoing throughout the thin curtains of the tent.

"Buggy more-" she audibly gasps.

"As you wish, princess."

Buggy wastes no time in pumping his swollen shaft into her throbbing pussy. The slick clenching walls surround him with immense pleasure. Sweat drips from his forehead, catching his breath becomes harder. Each thrust sends an electrifying sensation with y/n's core. Despite the harsh movements, his dick hits every spot so nicely.

His hands grip onto her reddened cheeks, absolutely violating her pussy to reach his orgasm. Hot cum suddenly shoots out, Buggy barely held off before pulling out. "Shit, that was fucking amazing," he groans, throwing his head back.

Y/n completely falls over him and buries her face onto the crook of his neck. She engulfs his musky scent, falling more for the pirate. Their pants fill the void of the area as they calm their hormones.

"Are you happy now, grumps?"

Buggy rolls his eyes. "No."

She gets a hold of his soft dick and tightly wraps her hand around it.

"Ow, what the fuck are you doing?!"

"I have to attend; this is our ticket to find answers." Buggy wiggles around and tries to remove the death grip on his dick. "Fine, just let go. It fucking hurts."

He sighs in relief and immediately puts it back inside his boxers. "I'm sending Cabaji with you."

"How would that work? They're cameras everywhere."

"Don't underestimate him, he has plenty of tricks up his sleeves."

.°˖✧.°˖✧

Y/n stands before the large gate of the Abask estate. It was not easy making it out of the circus grounds. Buggy could not fathom letting her leave with a tight dress to present to the enemy. Somehow, Cabaji and Mohji calmed him down before her exit. Cabaji accompanied her halfway to the place before disappearing. She wonders how he would enter without being caught.

She hesitantly rings the bell, and the metal doors creak open. A horse carriage arrives shortly, two black stallions halt in front of the stone path. The coachman jumps from his seat and opens the small door to the carriage.

He assists y/n inside and is greeted by Yasi, who wears a navy blue suit.

“Isn’t this a bit extra?”

“Nonsense. Why must we walk when we can enjoy the luxury of a carriage ride.”

She sighs and looks outside the small window. Beautiful green magnolias line the path they travel in. Beyond that, the lush lawn expands across the large property. A waste of space, the amount of land could be used to nourish the wildlife, instead boring blades of grass cover the ground.

The horse carriage nears the mansion. It is her first time seeing the grand home, only a few are able to enter the estate. The building is old, but still in its glory.

The coachman guides the stallions to the front of the mansion and allows its passengers to get off. Yasi helps y/n out the carriage and guides her inside his home. The pillars are larger in person, meters up in the air. She is already astonished and has not taken a step inside.

The large white doors open for them, and they both enter. A large chandelier hovers above the main lobby. The spiral of white crystals glow and glimmer. In front of them stands a stone statue of a young male angel, ironic for the family to own a holy entity.

"Y/n, I have various wardrobes you can change into. The materials are of higher quality than that tawdry dress you wear."

Yasi points to the long black gown she wears. It is the only adequate attire she has for the event. "I think the dress is fine. . ." she says, adding a lingering awkwardness in the room. The young man clears his throat, already starting on the wrong foot. "Okay, if you like it. . . well, let's head to the dining area."

He extends his hand and y/n accepts it. Yasi gives her a warm smile, it is a rare expression, she only brushes it off. The pair proceed to exit the main lobby. Y/n looks back briefly, Cabaji has somehow made his way up the grand stairs, a true master of breaking in. She turns away and hopes the acrobat will find what they're looking for.

The long hallways are well lit, the white marble floors shine beautifully with its gold specs. Large paintings hang on both sides of the white walls. Each painting tells its own story, the lavish scenery of the island's landscape is depicted lividly.

"I see that you like the art, wait till you see the ones upstairs," he smirks. As much as y/n hates to admit it, she is intrigued by his comment. She wonders what other things the mansion holds.

Breaking her thought, the bright light of the large room ahead of them catches her attention.

"At last, you've arrived," a deep and hoarse voice calls out to her.

In front of her stands a large man that towers over her. She gasps, children will have similar features to their parents, but Yasi and his father are like twins. The older man reaches for her hand, gold gem rings decorate his long fingers. Y/n slowly goes to touch his rough hand, the man kisses the top of her as a sign of respect.

"Y/n, it is a pleasure to finally meet you. I am Yasi's father, Kija."

"I-it's nice to meet you as well, sir."

Kija laughs softly, his croaky voice clearly dominant, "Noris, go ahead and seat our guest."

The main butler of the house arrives, the black suit he wears shows the prestige of his title, he's an older man who smugly looks at the new guest.

"My lady, let me guide you to your seat."

Y/n is seated at the tail end of the rectangle table. Yasi sits adjacent to her, and his father sits at the opposite end of the table. Despite being sat at the furthest end, Kija voice is able to be head across the room. A powerful voice from a powerful man. Y/n felt uncomfortable facing Kija, his piercing eyes are icier than Yasi's.

"Don't mind my father, he has a habit of studying the people around him."

"Yes, I can tell. . ."

Servants of the mansion arrive with lavish plates of gourmet meals. The aroma of each cuisine brought a grumble to y/n's stomach. Embarrassed, she hopes no one heard it.

After the appetizing meal, the servants clear the dining room leaving y/n alone with the Abask men. Kija clears his throat; his face becomes serious. Those icy blue eyes stare her down.

"Y/n I am pleased that you enjoyed the food that our top chefs prepared. Now, I want to explain my reason for inviting you over." He looks at his son, who slowly gulps, with a stern look. “Yasi here is fond of you. He rambles about you all daylong and never seems to think of anything else. Clearly, I am intrigued about the woman who has captured my son’s attention. After our short time together, I see why that’s so.”

Y/n grips the sides of her dress. She knows Yasi is obsessed with her, but she did not think he would go in details to his father. How much does Mr. Abask know?

“What do you mean? I’m just a regular person. I think Yasi just can’t get over a simple childhood crush.”

“What? Y/n, I know I can be persistent-”

“You’ve been such a brute towards me. Your behavior is strange and violent,” she cuts him off.

Before Yasi could speak, Kija interjects, “I am deeply sorry about my son’s behavior. I thought I raised him better than that.” Yasi huffs. Kija continues. “My son has grown to be a mature man and will change such ill habits. Though, he is still young, I can see his feelings are true. It is only through his immaturity that he has not expressed them in a healthy manner.”

“Dad stop embarrassing me.”

“It is true, is it not?”

He scoffs and turns away from y/n. For the first time, his eyes soften as he peaks at her. Could it be true? All this time does he feel love? It is nonsense, only young boys treat their crushes like that, but he is a spoiled brat after all. Even so, his actions have no excuse.

“With all due respect, I find it hard to believe.”

“I do not blame you. Yasi, as a man, apologize to this young lady.”

His eyes lock with hers. He fiddles around, it is unusual to see him agitated. “Y/n I,”— he grabs her hands— “I sincerely apologize for all the awful things I’ve done to you. I let myself be a horrid monster around you. Nothing can excuse my toxic behavior. I don’t expect forgiveness, but I do hope you understand that I mean it.”

Y/n looks at him astonished. Never in a million years would she have thought to hear the entitled man take blame. Taken aback, she is not able to respond to the apology.

“Y/n, with that in mind, there is something I would like to ask you. I know it is unprecedented. . .” A long pause brings tension between the two. His hold becomes tighter. “I want to propose the idea of marriage.”

“Marriage?!”

The air in the dining room becomes awfully thick. Her sweaty palms tremble. What a daring question to ask. “Y-yasi I-I. . . I don’t know what to say. . .”

Her gaze turns to Kija. The intense stare brings shudders down her spine. “I-I can’t Yasi. . .”

Defeated, Yasi drops his hold and looks down at the marbled floor like a scolded dog.

“Y/n,” Kija says firmly. “Please, rethink my son’s offer.”

Her full attention is turned to the older man.

“I understand my son has done some questionable things, but his love is sincere. Second chances often result in a beautiful blossom.”

“Sir, I don’t like the idea of marriage being forced down on me.”

“Force? No, no. . .” Kija takes a cigar from the inside pocket of his suit. He lights the large cigarette and places the brown rolled paper in his mouth. “It is a proposition of course. I want to be honest miss y/n, I proposed the idea to Yasi after finding out you are the Ti’s daughter.”

“What do they have to do with this?”

“You see, the Ti’s are in a debt. A massive one.”

“Debt? No, it can’t be.”

“I’m surprised they haven’t mentioned it to you.”

Y/n scoffs. “I’m sorry, I don’t believe you. Why would you give them a free voyage knowing they owe you money?”

Kija laughs. “That voyage happened to be my old vacation plan. I know the Ti’s were dealing with the stress of accumulating their payment and I wanted to do a good deed. However,”— he puffs out the reeking smoke— “I see no solution to their problem.”

He stands up and walks towards the grand entry of the dining room. His footsteps halt. “I thought of a way to clear their debt and only one happened to work. If you marry Yasi, they are able to keep their lovely property.”

Kija eyes trail to Y/n. A sinister intent lingers behind those cold irises. “Think about it. I am willing to forgive a debt as you should be willing to forgive my son.” He gives her a charming smile, a fake one. It drops immediately, he turns away and makes his exit.

Conflicted, y/n hastily gets up from her seat and storms out of the dining area.

“Y/n wait!”

Yasi goes to grab her arm, but Y/n pulls away from his grip.

“I’m not being forced? Bullshit!”

“Y/n, listen please-“

“Your father is only giving me one option to help my parents and it is very clear that I can’t refuse. You knew about this. You’re taking advantage of the situation to marry me, what is wrong with you?!” she spits out. “And I was only beginning to feel like I should forgive you.” She storms away, leaving Yasi alone in the empty room.

"I didn't know. . ." he says, his arms reaching out to her.

Y/n heels clack harshly against the floor, every detail of the mansion fills her rage. The materialistic items that decorate the place only reminds her of the wealth and power the rich own. She will not be the next thing to be labeled as their property. As she strode down the hallway to reach the main lobby, she noticed Mr. Abask on the second floor, leaning against the railing. He gestures her goodbye with one hand, barely hiding his smirk.

She simply ignores him and marches out the front doors. The coachman spots y/n and calls out for her. "Miss, would you like an escort to the front gate?"

"No thank you, I can walk there myself."

"B-but young lady, are you able to walk with heels?"

"I appreciate the offer, but I don't want to use their services."

The man watches the young woman march away on the paved driveway. He sighs and begins to return to his nap, but a familiar yell startles him.

"Hurry, take me to her." Yasi gets in the carriage and the coachman pulls on the reins of the horses. It did not take long for the carriage to reach y/n, she continues to walk, ignoring the large horses next to her.

"Y/n, let me explain."

"No. Leave me alone."

"Ugh, for once, listen to me."

She glares at him and snaps her head forward. "Y/n. At least get inside, it's a long way to the gate." The sound of the clacking stops, alongside with the hooves of the stallions, the door opens, and she heads inside.

The ride is silent, the clacking of the hoofs ring loud in their ears. The two keep their distance as they look outside the small windows. Yes, the estate is beautiful, everything is something anyone could dream for, but at what cost? All the blood, sweat, and tears of the poor. She'll be damned to do the same.

The horses halt, they're finally at the gate. The coachman opens the door for y/n and helps her out the carriage. The gates open and she walks closer to them.

"Y/n."

She turns to face Yasi, who sits inside.

"Be careful."

"What do you mean?"

"My father. . . he is not a kind man. I wish the marriage would be on different terms, but I realized my mistakes too late. I'm sorry I dragged you into this. Please, reconsider his offer before someone gets hurt."

The carriage leaves and y/n stands dumbfounded. "Hurt?" Regret and fear were expressed in his tone, it was genuine. Her heart pounds, he is not one to show those emotions, what will Kija do? She stares at the departing horse carriage and slowly begins to exit the estate. Finally, she is out.

"Psst."

"Huh?" She looks around to see who made that sound. A bush rustles alongside the large walls that lined the property. "Y/n, it's me." A head pops out of the prickly bush.

"Shit, that fucking hurt," Cabaji says removing the thorns off his clothing.

"Oh, I completely forgot you were inside. How did you manage to get out?"

"It’s a long story, I’ll explain it later.”

“Well, did you find anything?”

Cabaji face immediately turns pale. He clears his throat, “Let’s get back to our base. We don’t want to linger here any longer.”

Puzzled in his change of tone, she follows after him, curious to know the details of his findings.

Immediately upon her return, Buggy marches towards the center of the ring. He reels y/n by her waist and inspects every inch of her body.

“Nobody touched you, right?”

“I’m fine Buggy.”

“Well, what was the reason for your presence?”

Y/n felt her heart drop. Knowing the pirate, he will make a dramatic scene in front of everybody. “Well…” She averts her gaze to the ground.

“Well?” Buggy says back, growing impatient.

“Buggy, do not get mad when I say this, but…”

“Just say it already.”

Closing her eyes, she shouts, “He wants me to marry Yasi!”

The ring becomes silent. Y/n opens her eyes to see Buggy’s reaction. To her surprise, he looked unfazed. She sighs, it went better than expected, but it was too soon. The pirate twitched his hands before exploding.

“MARRIAGE?!”

Then all hell broke loose.

#one piece #buggy one piece #buggy the clown #buggy x fem reader #buggy x reader #buggy x you #buggy x y/n #captain buggy #opla buggy #op buggy

[fanwarrior321]

Father Hak

I couldn't with yona and kija's reactions to these two lol. dramatic asses lol

#yona of the dawn #yotd #yotd manga #akayona #akatsuki no yona #kija akayona #kija #princess yona #hak son

[thoughtfulstudentsalad]

I am pissed at Su-Won this chapter (RANT) ch 242 spoilers *Don't read if you don't want to be spoiled*

See stuff like him disregarding the state of Kuuto, the Earth Tribe, and the dragons really makes me think ONCE again that his ambitions are about doing what his father wants rather than for the “country” which is actually giving him such an awful look this chapter dude…

Like I get he's ill, and that's likely making him in such a rush to get to the South Kai capital and make Kouka the glorious empire that his father wished it to be....

But he’s not thinking about the casualties on Kouka’s side at all. What happened to

Huh????

Like I cannot tell if this is a writing problem or a Su-Won problem. Either way I am PISSED off at this character. It's off when not only Kija, but even Su-Won supporters like Judo, Kye-Sook and Geun-tae are going "Uh, Heika? Wtf are you doing :I"

And it's like "Su-Won are you REALLY doing this for the country boy???? OKAY, then why is Kouka in such a bad shape right now????”

Edit: So I made a mistake, even “keeping sacrifices to a minimum is my job” was a bluff. Maybe this is consistency? I guess I might just hate Su-Won LOL, cause I don’t see how he’s being “intelligent” as he’s proclaimed to be at all.

#akatsuki no yona #yona of the dawn #su-won #sorry I am SO annoyed with him after reading the Japanese raws #I want to understand his side but he just seems like an asshole who enjoys making life harder for Yona #like his entire character can be chalked up to “Yu-Hon's slave” here #and his OWN supporters are noticing it #Even Kye-Sook was like “Heika why aren’t we sending out a search party is this wise…..” #Istg if he monologue about boxes opening only to be a douche towards Hak next ch- #he def KNOWS Yona is prob crying somewhere like when Hak went missing AND HE DOESN'T FUCKING CARE #I can’t believe i’m saying this but I actually feel bad for Yona #look Yona was NEVER obligated to “support” her dad’s killer who won’t even help find the dragons

[iluvluvnutella]

YONA CHAPTER 245

they found a village and asked if they saw people with blue blonde hair, but villagers don't give a shi and just want them to leave then Ranran appeared calling Hak his father, Sonon confirmed that he is her hubby as Hak begged to help them. LOOK AT KIJA 😭

#akatsuki no yona #yona of the dawn #hak #son hak #yona #princess yona #kija #hakuryuu kija

[angrypaperearthquake-tbbb-main]

Yona of the Dawn: Chapter 185 ~ My Favorite Bits (SPOILERS)

LOOK AT THAT FACE

Take that Ju-Doh!!! 

Sad backstory aside, he’s still an emo-jerk that needs to get some sleep

That realization must have hurt...

*snorts in foreshadowing* Good luck with that 

Aren’t we all 🙄

I mean, he’s not an idiot. Y’all know Kija would tear the place up and a whole bunch of people would lose their heads, literally. Looking at you Shin-Ah

Someone will appreciate this panel 😁

*fore-head-shadow*

WHAT

WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS

HE KILLED YOUR FATHER

Oh, there it is

Sir, you do not have the right 😤

STOP IT

#yona of the dawn #princess yona #yona #akatsuki no yona #akayona #yonak #hak #son hak #thunder beast #zeno #ouryuu #su-won #soo-won #ju-doh #joo-doh #kye-sook #chapter 185 #chapter one hundred and eighty five #manga #shoujo

[422220]

✰ INTRO.

HELLO, hi, i finally got some energy to do this so here it is. EVERYBODY LIKE THIS TO PLOT OR I WILL RIOT!!! love me and kija, please, i beg. he's literally the softest man outside of the practice room but he will reign terror if you don't take his lessons seriously. definitely #DADDY because look at him but also like he gives good advice and will baby anyone younger than him. oh, and, he has a kid too. ASKSDLSDKFJSADJKL okay but on a serious note, thank you guys for being patient with me and i seriously cannot wait to write with all of your amazing muses. :D <3

I JUST TALKED FOR 3 HOURS, I KNOW, BUT LISTEN… kija is heavily inspired by hobi himself. jhope is someone i look to for comfort (he isn't called hope for nothing) so i thought i'd build a comfort character off of him. i'd say he leans more towards the more mature version of hobi, the one with a tamer aesthetic and personality, than his earlier fashion and image. (but no shade, hope world was iconic and when i started falling in love with his personality!) i also feel it's easier for me to write and relate to as i'm an anxious introvert. ADNJSKASDJSADJKL

kija was born in the bustling city of seoul, his mother was a famous tv personality that moved into journalism as she got older. (inspo is lisa ling tbh) and his father worked in the fashion industry with a focus on luxury accessories.

kija is a native of the city but he has a deep love for the countryside as that is where his grandparents retired to and he grew up visiting there. [sidenote: his comfort movie is my neighbor totoro because the setting reminds him a lot of their home!]

he has an older brother, kyubok, known as 'kyu' in the idol industry. he is a famous boy group member that debuted in the 2nd generation and was known for his dancing skill. (think taemin and shinee)

his grandfather was the first one in his family to enter the industry, he was a reporter for the kyunghyang shinmun newspaper and made special appearances on news channels. so being in the industry was like a second language to him from childhood.

kija was good enough in school, he managed to keep a to b- grades and out of trouble; he wasn't the best in math but excelled in english due to his artistic nature. he also enjoyed learning about history and geology and certain science topics. (i'm picturing him being the geeky but nice kid that wore dinosaur shirts and khaki cargo shorts when he was like six. #norizz)

kija enjoyed music as well but didn't take it that seriously until he was older, picking up the drums in middle school before taking an interest in dance and music production in high school. his brother was meant to be an idol and kija felt pressured to follow in his steps so he started dancing lessons in freshman year but truthfully, kija is introverted and has had an anxiety disorder since childhood.

here's the sad bit. *insert the tiniest violin ever* OKAY, SERIOUSLY, his grandmother passed away when he was fifteen and this completely shattered him. his low self-esteem combined with the loss of one of his closest family members messed with his mental health to a severe extent. he began to act out, acting recklessly, spending a lot of time drinking and smoking weed.

after being pressured to enter the company as a trainee when he was seventeen, he didn't stop being a rebel and got scolded a lot by the company for breaking rules but they favored him due to his family name. i want to say he never got caught with weed, i know he would have gotten punished badly, he's just a sneaky devil about that. >:) he did get caught texting another trainee romantically and showed up late or unprepared for training a few times. [sidenote: i know he's basically a nepobaby BUT don't hate him, he's matured a lot because he had a whole-ass child.]

kija wasn't the most exceptional singer or rapper but he was an exceptional dancer with lots of charisma and passion when performing so they kept him around, training him to become an idol /at some point/ but definitely not rushing it. in a way, they were stringing him along and keeping him under contract so they could eventually profit off him because they knew his name would sell. (it's lowkey giving huening vibes tbh.)

so *record scratch* you're wondering how i ended up here? driving a mini-van to pick up my kid from kindergarten? [kija vc] well, basically, he ended up getting that trainee from earlier pregnant when he was 23 and had his contract suspended immediately. this was another core memory, of course, because he was now a dad but he also had no future.

for the next two years, kija's parents paid rent as he prepared for his new life; transitioning into someone that could be a father and a husband with lots of therapy and self-reflection. (IT'S ABOUT DAMN TIME!!!)

kija was in love so it wasn't a question of that, it was a question of his maturity and ability to commit; i can safely say that he is a wonderful father and a full-hearted lover. a few months after having saja, his daughter, the two lovebirds were married and kija started a job in the local seoul theatres as a choreographer for musicals.

we all know the truth that kija didn't want to be an idol so he managed to find happiness for a few years but that comes and goes, we all know that, and shit had to hit the fan for him once again. (i'm evil, i know…)

his wife cracked under the pressure of a sudden marriage and came to him one night, explaining that she had fallen for another man, telling him that she wanted a divorce. it wasn't an ugly divorce, the two were civil and agreed to 50/50 custody, but that didn't mean that he wasn't heartbroken. kija truly loved her and had experienced the joys of first love and parenthood with her. he's hasn't seriously dated since their divorce two years ago and has focused on his career plus his parenting, of course.

after the merge, kija was given another chance from infinite and hired on as a choreographer; major thanks to his brother for putting in a good word. (lmfao) he is happy in his career, he just wants to dance because that's such a natural instinct in him; brownie points for not being in the spotlight but being paid well still.

i think i rambled enough about kija so let's move on to connection ideas??? i'm demanding that saja gets babied by everyone so she can brag that her aunts and uncles are idols at school. since he was a trainee in the past, older idols might know him and have trained with him. i'm guessing he would have known some just due to his connections through his brother. if they grew up in seoul, maybe they went to school together or were neighbors so childhood / early teenhood friends. if they were in the industry since young, kija could have known them due to his parent's connections.

since being at infinite, he maybe choreographed something for them or is currently doing so. he could just know them as a co-worker so we can grow the chemistry. since they're on tour, i'm sure he has time to party so i could definitely go for a party friend. if you think they'd get along, everyone needs someone to confide in so maybe they're close. since kija isn't the best vocalist and rapper, maybe he can help your muse produce a track since that's a hobby of his. i can see him doing anything artistic so i'm open to all sorts of collaborations. let's have them direct a music video, create instrumentals, act in something online, release an artbook or whatever else you can think of.

this was literally all over the place but i hope this is helpful enough to spark your imagination and drive you to plot with me. did i beg enough yet or should i add a pretty please? 🥺

#infinte:intro #death tw #depression tw #anxiety tw #i never know when to shut up........... #✰ about.

[k1ja]

bio drop

Kija was born in Seoul to two doting parents. Everything was going great in their lives and it only got better when his father got a job over in America. He packed up his family and they flew to New York City, where the job was located.

Years went by and the family was thriving, his father becoming a big shot CEO for one of the biggest pharmaceuticals in the world and as soon as Kija could walk his mother was booking him in various projects where babies were required. You see, his mother had another dream for her child, she wanted him to become famous, dreams she had when she was small but never achieved.

By the time he was twenty he was a household name, everyone would know the name Kija Jii. When he was 21 he got into music heavily, his girlfriend at the time being a musician. He felt like he found his true calling there and hasn't looked back since. He's a solo artist in the americas with a big record label backing him. Life has been kind to him so far.

The last year however has been a rough one for the man. His father was shot and killed in a mugging in New York City, leaving Kija to fly his mother out to Hollywood to live with him, since she was a stay at home wife and mother and barely spoke fluent English and didn't know how to do much else it was his job to take care of her, and he has. Things seemed to just get stranger after his rival, Trickster, disappeared after murdering Mightee One's Board members, for a time he was worried that he was going to be one of his next victims.

It never came.

Months went by and nothing, until one dark night he stumbled into something he wasn't supposed to. He blacked out and woke up near a campfire with one goal: escape. Little did he know Ji-woon was also there, they recognized each other almost instantly, and that was the first time he was murdered.

More trials came, again and again and while he couldn't remember dying each time being sucked into the entity's world fucked with his head in some way. He developed Dissociative identity disorder, splitting himself in two; a cold monster and a survivor who wants nothing more than to help his fellow survivors escape.

No one knows when Kija's alter will appear but when it does its best to avoid him, along with the killer he will attack his fellow survivors and attempt to murder them, during this time he works as a second killer unless killed by the killer first. He will attempt to sabotage the survivors, making it easier for the real killer to hook them. His goal is not to escape in this alter, it's to cause chaos.

[nightlight-stardust-and-rain]

Akatsuki no Yona KHR au !!

(as in, akatsuki no yona cast with flames, not KHR cast in a akatsuki no yona universe)

(althought Hayato would totally be Hakuryuu, right?)

(oh and also spoilers for chapter 100 and beyond of the manga? I really liked this reveal so I don't want to ruin it for anyone else)

Anyway. Moving on. Our favorite kids and one multi-centennial kid with flames!

Yona is quite obviously the sky. Both because she's almost the textbook description of it and because she's the main character. She's also a little bit of a storm too! Not enough to be like Xanxus but. Still a little bit of a storm.

Hak is a Storm! With, like, a big chunk of cloud thrown in there. He's Yona's storm!

(Su-won is a mist. And a sky, too. Hak was his cloud and Yona was his storm and Su-won was Yona's mist and the betrayal torn them up inside they've lost their sky they've lost their mist it hurts it hurts it hurts)

Yun is a sun! Took quite a while to bond with Yona (he didn't experiment Fated Instant Bonding like the dragons did hahaha) but he's definitely Yona's sun now! (and may regret it sometimes. All those idiots he has to look after!)

Kija is... Also a storm hahaha and a little bit of a rain but! Mainly a storm ! It uh didn't help when he met Hak...... Because Kija thought he was going to be his master's storm except oof here comes Yona and she already has a storm........ Who's really really strong...... In the end they're both Yona's storm but Kija still has some insecurities about his place in this harmony :(

Shin-ha is the rain of the group! Also a little bit of a sun..... But 90% a rain. His father predecessor Ao was a cloud, they had a element-to-element bond, no sky involved. Ao the squirrel is actually a flame animal ! :) even if Shin-ha never allows him to help in battles..... He worries......

Jae-ha is a Mist! And also a cloud. The mist part wins out by a narrow margin. He also has some lightning flames but not much. Mists aren't the most trusted of individuals so he pretends to be a lightning most of the time (the hair color helps). Yona and Hak and the group thought he was actually a lightning until he bonded with Yona as her Mist guardian and uuuuh there is some baggage here (having another mist guardian so soon after Su-won's betrayal was... Maybe too soon). They work it out together (Jae-ha is actually relieved Yona is also having trouble with the bond. It feels like they're more equal that way).

Zeno is.... Actually a cloud hahaha. Also a rain and a lightning! He's got some flames attached to him that aren't actually his, too his Kaya was a sun-sky and his Abi was a cloud and his Shuten was a storm and his Guen was a lightning and his Hiryuu was their sky and he was their rain and they're all there with him but yeah it's pretty surprising that he's the cloud guardian but... It fits.

His incredible regeneration is partly because of his cloud flames : he's immortal because of the dragon's blood, not because of his cloud side but he heals much faster if he uses his flames. He can also activate his dragon abilities faster by propagating his injuries and making them worse so the scales can appear sooner (the happy hungry bunch doesn't likes to think about it, but Zeno has definitely used this ability for self-harm). Before, he was a rain first and then a cloud and then a lightning. Now he's a cloud and then a rain and then a lightning. Having to defend his his sky's whole territory all by himself for a while definitely brought out the cloud tendencies. Also. He's lived an overall pretty traumatic life, that can change people.

People often mistake Hak for Yona's cloud guardian but really who would think that this little ball of sunshine if the cloud in this harmony?

Snippets :

Yona doesn't have a lightning yet so Zeno and Jae-ha kind of fill in that role? Sorta. They feed their lightning flames into their harmony so it can be more stable.

Shin-ha is the rain in this harmony but Zeno was a rain in a much rowdier harmony before so he gives out advice about how to deal with the flame bond and how to use his flames sometimes (Shin-ha doesn't minds and often seeks out the advice. Zeno is, in fact, the first other rain he really talked to. And Shin-ha sort of.... Never really used his flames a lot. So he doesn't really knows what he's doing. But Zeno is probably the person who's been dealing with flames the longest. His advice is good)

(Shin-ha has never seen a broken element before. Zeno was a rain and now he's a cloud and he's a bit broken. He's sewed back together. But he will never be a rain again, not fully. Shin-ha thinks it's sad)

Zeno's rain flames are, despite everything, still pretty damn powerful. When he's with Shin-ha, they tend to kind of leak out and it's genuinely impossible to stay pissed off within a 50m perimeter of these two. They just fucking radiate contentment and quiet happiness. Many a conflict has been solved by having the upset person sit between Zeno and Shin-ha.

Hak, being also a cloud, or at least basically one, is pretty damn possessive (just like in canon honestly) so the fact that Yona had another storm like.... Right fucking after he lost his second sky and fellow element felt. Hmmm. Nope. There was a very real hostility towards Kija for a while, and then he realized that resentment was pointless and clearly teasing Kija was funnier than being pissed at him (this realization also maybe involved a long conversation with Yona).

Three clouds (or, well one cloud and two sorta-clouds) in one group sound like nightmare material but Zeno, Hak and Jae-ha make it work. Hak and Jae-ha are different kinds of clouds : Hak is the possessive kind while Jae-ha is the freedom-obsessed kind. Zeno's just weird. Despite having been a primary cloud for a while, he retains a lot of rain mannerisms and he's never been that agressive anyway. He actually ends up meditating arguments a lot. And anyway he just wants to protect his people.

Zeno has the finest of all controls. Both on his cloud temper and on his flames. He has had a lot of time to hone his fine motor skills. He's not that practiced at devastating attacks because with the amount of flames he has he would have wiped out part of the country if he tried to release all his flames at once. He's cautious okay! He does have cloud rages but those are usually turned inwards... Or at the environment. Tearing himself apart is not exactly pleasant but..... It's not like he'll die (oh sweetie no). Him being "chained" to earth, unable to follow his loved ones to heaven, is also part of what made him into a cloud ; his cloud flames rebelled so much against this perceived offense that they ended up outgrowing his rain flames.

Zeno is just really damn good at fine control and ends up teaching this kind of stuff to almost everyone in the group (Yun was already pretty good at that, you gotta be precise to heal!) because not gonna lie they were all pretty much kinda just shoving their flames at the enemies and yeah that works but come on be imaginative there are so many possibilities

Ironically, the one who gets the most out of these lessons is Jae-ha. It's ironic because Mist is pretty much the only element Zeno has never experimented firsthand or by proxy, but somehow he still gives excellent advice.

Zeno uses his flames to make pretty fireworks and it's a fucking revelation for everyone who thought flames were only for practical uses (Zeno's had a lot of time to think up ways to entertain himself).

Money's much less of an issue than in canon (not that I remember it being a big issue, but they can certainly buy what they need now) because they have three people with cloud flames in the group and they can just multiply their money. Same with their food, actually (once Zeno duplicated enough food to feed an entire village).

Shin-ha's better with his flames than he is with his dragon power. His flames are just so much less scary.... They slow up people..... Calm them.... It's nice..... (also his flames are significantly less haunted than his power).

Jae-ha is actually not that good at using his mist flames. He just never really practiced? But he's getting better.

Jae-ha's predecessor Garou was a broken cloud. Completely shattered. A lot of Ryokuryuus are clouds because of their desire for freedom, so being chained up is an actual nightmare. Jae-ha never really forgot the horror of being too broken to fight for his freedom, and he's really scared that Zeno, who already broke once, may break again and not recover this time. He's amazed Zeno managed to recover so well from breaking, but man he's actually scared shitless of Zeno breaking again when they're all dead and just having to live with this absolute suffering, unable to die. It quite literally keeps him up at night.

Zeno has already lost two skies (Hiryuu and Kaya) and one set of elements and he's really trying very fucking hard not to think about what losing all these new people will do to him.

Kaya was also a sun. This helped her live longer, and Zeno used his cloud flames to propagate her healing and his rain flames to calm her pain and his lightning flames to make her body sturdier and all in all, they had a few more decades together than they had in canon.

Please feel free to add!

#dripping stardust #zeno #ouryuu zeno #akayona #akatsuki no yona #yona of the dawn #son hak #hakuryuu kija #ryokuryuu shuten #jae ha #Hakuryuu guen #seiryu shin ah #Seiryu abi #Seiryu ao #Yun #Admittedly I don't know how to tag him

[rollzerox]

Castle AU Drabble

“With Yoon and Mei-nyan taken to the encampment in South Kai, we can’t waste any time.” Yona said with a determined look on her face. Her, Soo-won, Kye-sook, Kouren, Jae-ha and the other dragons were discussing the strategy. “Reinforcements are here, can we deploy and put an end to this war as soon as possible, especially if Chagol is there himself.”

 “Yona dear, I believe you need to stay back with the king for the moral support.” Jae-ha spoke up then.

 Yona looked at her husband like he was insane. “What?! I’m coming with you to rescue-“

 “Not while you’re coming onto your eight-month with our child.” Jae-ha said sternly with a face so serious it didn’t suit him.

 Yona went into panic mode that he so casually dropped that it was their child, granted everyone in the room but Kye-sook already knew but… “J-Jae-ha…”

 “Wait so the Green Dragon is your husband, Princess Yona?” the advisor was taken aback by that, he actually thought the missing Thunder Beast was the father of her child. Soo-won just looked to the side as did Kouren to avoid admitting they both knew but didn’t know each other did.

 “Oh I thought the Earth General would have told you already by now.” Jae-ha mused, a hand on his hip. “He came over to congratulate me after the battle while thanking me for saving his troops.”

 Seeing that way out, Soo-won spoke up. “Yes I forgot to mention it to you Kye-sook.”

 The advisor looked at the king with an annoyed face. “That was a rather important detail your highness… So if Princess Yona isn’t leading the assault who is? We can’t leave it to the Kai outsider-“

 “I will.” Jae-ha said, arms folded across his chest. “I will call the situation as needed and my dragon brothers can read each other’s moves. Not to mention I can move the fastest on the battlefield, if a retreat is needed I will call for it and return to you on the frontlines for backup.”

 Yona’s eyes widened at the fact of her husband taking charge in this situation. When she met him, he wanted nothing to do with politics or royal situations, he hated war and people being used as tools, he was a pirate. But in the past few months he practically had been becoming a diplomat, he took charge and prevented the dragons from accidentally starting a war in Xing, he discussed the surrender of the Tully Tribe, he came up with the fastest route to the Earth Tribe and suggested the best way to handle their approach, and on the battlegrounds he strategized the best way to cripple the enemy by directly stopping the catapults.

 “…. I can see why you said he’s your partner, I think Il would have approved.” Soo-won said discreetly to his cousin.

 Yona glared at the king for even attempting to sound like her childhood friend so casually saying her father would have approved of her husband merely because he was showing his strengths at this time of war. “…. That isn’t why I married him.” She snapped back. She then came over and since the façade was no longer needed to act like he wasn’t her husband, she snatched him by his robes and pulled him down to meet with her face. “… You have to come back to me, I can’t lose you too.” Her eyes on the verge of tears, but only for him to see.

 “I promise.” Jae-ha said with a soften smile, leaning in to kiss his wife for them all to witness. “And when we succeed, I’m going to search every inch of that land until I find Hak. He would never die on us so easily, after all we have a new client for him to protect and he’d never falter on his duty.” He tried to joke, rubbing her enlarged belly where he felt a kick from their child.

 That made Yona half break out into a sob and half giggle. “… You’re right. But don’t make me wait long with worry about you, I promise I’ll stay back but you have to return to my side.”

 Jae-ha nodded, he had already asked General Guen-tae to guard her in his place, he felt he could trust the Earth General after finding out their secret and not even reporting it right away. He then straightened up and turned to Kija. “The Five Stars will give us a cover while we search for Yoon and Mei-nyan. I’ll scout ahead with Shin-ah and we’ll form the plan as we find them.”

 Kija nodded, looking proud of his dragon brother. “We’re in your care, Jae-ha.”

#kija #jaeha #castle au #akayona #I'm not dead #jaeyona #chapter preview

[xxkitty13]

Circus Freaks

LA Buggy x Fem Reader

Previous Chapters: Part 1, Part 9

Previously: With the news of the marriage proposal Buggy becomes furious. Feeding to the fire, Cabaji shows a letter to Y/n that reveals the mayor as her father’s murderer. Buggy confronts the mayor, with no concrete evidence, and threatens him. The news of the debt and marriage crisis makes it to Lyla, who warns Y/n of the risks dealing with pirates.

Part 10: True Intentions

"Son, it's time I tell you the history of our family."

Yasi's ears perked up as he picked at his steak. "I already know about our history. What else is there?" he speaks with a bore tone.

Kija wipes his mouth with a white cloth and places it on his empty plate. He snaps his fingers to get Moris' attention. The butler arrives and cleans the table. The half-eaten steak is taken away as well, Yasi tries to grab the plate, but Moris slaps his hand. "You should have eaten it."

Yasi scoffs and slumps on the chair.

"Stop acting like that and follow me." His father stands up and leaves the dining room. Yasi hastily gets up and follows after him. He leads him to the mansion's library, it is small, but extravagant. Rich literature collected by his ancestors fill the ebony wood shelves.

"For centuries, our family has maintained order on this island. We are the chains that keep stability, without us, the people inhabiting these lands will perish."

Yasi raises his eyebrow in annoyance. "So?"

"The Abasks, co-founded the island with the Kishas as you may recall."

"Yeah, yeah. . . Kisha Febe got all the credit for it. What about it? It's not like anybody remembers her."

"True, but the name Kisha has died out. Do you know why?"

"Well, weren't they exiled ages ago?"

"Yes, but do you know the reason for their exile?"

"From what I heard, the Kisha's tried to run this island like a dictatorship and failed after a revolt."

"That is partially correct, but there is more."

Kija turns to face an oil painting. The painting presents a young man, he has long jet-black hair and the same piercing blue eyes they have. "That is Lionel, the Abask who discovered the island with Febe."

"I know that already dad."

He glares at him but continues. "They forged the land together with the help of a mystical trinket, formed by the sea kings. One that controlled the four elements: air, earth, fire, and water. Its whereabouts are unknown."

Yasi begins to chuckle, but his father's glare stops him.

"Lionel has always been in love with Febe, but she always seen him as a brother. Love stricken, he let her have all the glory. In fact, he was so blind that he allowed her to take full control of the island. He was a fool, letting himself be used like that. It wasn't until she married another man that he realized his mistake,"— Kija clears his throat— "With her pride, she kept the surname Kisha. Her descendants reign lasted for a while, despite the usage of the trinket. However, Lionel's descants managed to destroy the Kisha's power and banished them from the island."

"Well, what does that have to do with me?"

"I believe Y/n is a Kisha."

He's flabbergasted. "How can that be?"

"Her father kept it hidden."

"Okay, why is the name Kisha that important?"

"Their blood. It is the only way to possess the trinket's power."

Yasi stays silent for a moment. Blood? The sinister agenda behind that statement sent shivers down his spine. "Is that why you're pushing the marriage between us? That's ridiculous," he says, eyeing his father.

"I don't seek power son. Do you see how that turned out for them? If we can get ahold of the trinket, we can create a better environment for the people and maintain the Kisha's thirst for power,"— he grabs an old journal from the bookshelves— "We will finally be able to merge our linage and finally end our ancestor's story. Can't you see, we were always meant to be one."

He skims through the fragile pages and show's his son an image of a cross. "I need your help to locate this pendant. This is the key for everything."

". . . key. . ?" It took him a moment to realize that he's seen that pendant before. It's Y/n's necklace. He gasped, but quickly covered his hands over his mouth.

"Where you going to say something?" Kija suspiciously looked at his son, intrigued at his reaction.

"Uh. . . no. . ." he coughed, trying to avoid further details. To his luck, his father dismissed it.

"Well, then. . . I advise you to get to work." He closes the journal and places it back on the shelf. "Do what you have to do to marry that girl. We need that pendant in our possession."

"Yes father."

Kija nods and escorts Yasi out the room, closing the door behind him.

"Silly little boy, he’ll believe anything," he chuckles.

"There is some truth in my story, but once I get ahold of that pendant. No one will dare defy me."

But little did he know that Yasi heard everything behind the closed door.

.°˖✧.°˖✧

In the town's plaza, the markets are as lively as ever. Y/n and Lyla take turns taking care of the stand as Walo joins them. They all multitask between customers, plotting a way to avoid the Ti's eviction.

"I'm not sure if there's much that I can do," Walo sighs, counting the money in the register's drawer.

Lyla finishes adding apples to the display and walks over to her husband. "Are you sure? You work closely with him."

"That's true, but I don't see him very often. I only take care of the finances dealing with his ships."

"Hey, are you able to track down what ships he's sent out?" Y/n asks out of curiosity.

"Yes, I have access to all of the records. . . why?"

"I'm just concerned, he gave the Ti's a free voyage a couple of days ago. It just seems odd."

He furrowed his eyebrows. "That is strange. . . I don't remember seeing that in our records, I'll definitely check that out."

"Thank you."

"Y/n," Yasi called out.

Everyone snapped their head to the voice. Yasi took a step back, receiving nasty scowl from the family. There is a moment of silence before Walo spoke.

"What are you doing here?" he said with a hoarse tone.

He anxiously tugged on the collar of his polo and weakly mumbles, "I just wanted to check up on Y/n."

"As you can see, I'm fine," she spat out.

Ignoring her attitude, Yasi approaches her. "My father hasn't bothered you, has he?"

"No. Should I be worried?"

". . . no. . ." he hesitantly let out.

"Okay, there's something you're not telling me."

"I really shouldn't say, but I really want to prove that I'm not doing this for my father."

"So what is it?"

"We have to talk somewhere private, if that's okay with you."

Lyla and Walo look at each other, uneasy at the request. They look at Y/n, waiting for her response.

She takes a brief look at them and back at Yasi. "Fine, I have nothing else to lose." Lyla sighed and noded in approval. Y/n leaves from behind the counter and nudges Yasi to follow after her. "We can talk in the alleyways, no one goes through there."

"Right. . ."

Y/n leans against the dirty walls of the wooden building, the stench of garbage lingers throughout the air. Yasi could almost gag at the smell, but he composed himself.

"Well, where do I start. . ."— he clears his throat— "The reason my father wants us to get married is because he wants to get closer to you.”

“Uh. . . that’s not creepy.”

“Not in that way, but he thinks you are descendant of the island's founder."

Y/n bursts out in laughter. "Yeah right, like I'm related to her."

Annoyed, he raised his voice. "But I'm not lying. He wants your necklace, the cross to be exact."

"Huh? My necklace. . ?" She looks at him puzzled. "Why does he need it?"

"Apparently it's the key to find Kisha's trinket, whatever that is."

"Trinket? Well, from what I know my father gave me that necklace. He never said anything about it." Y/n tries to remember if her father mentioned something about the necklace, but nothing comes to mind. Her hands go to her neck, that's right, Buggy has it. Her mind continues to run wild, and an idea pops up. "Come to think of it. . . if I give you the necklace. . . will your father exclude the marriage?"

"Unfortunately, no. Not only does he need the necklace, but your blood as well."

"Um, what the fuck?"

"Apparently that's how you're able to access the trinket. He said it's a powerful instrument."

Y/n is shocked at the information. Her blood? "From what I know, I may not be related to Kisha. I am not letting your father touch me."

"Which is why I want to help you. My father has gone mad."

"Okay so, what do we do?"

"I don't know. How do we determine you are a Kisha after all?"

"I think I may know how. Follow me." Y/n grabs his hand and pulls him out the alleyway. He tries to pull away, but she is only focused on the direction she walks.

.°˖✧.°˖✧

With the new details from Yasi, Y/n returns to the cemetery in hopes to find answers. They stand before her parents’ grave. She has never been able to contact them nor have they. The missing surname adds to the possible evidence that she might be a Kisha, but she hopes that is not true.

"Please, if you can hear me. I need your help."

Yasi looked at her crazy. Is she really trying to talk to dead people? Absurd. "What are you doing?"

"Shh, I'm trying to concentrate."

He stands back, watching her do her strange ritual. Nothing happens.

“Fuck, this used to work when I was little.”

“So it was true? You can communicate with the dead?”

“Yes. . . no one believed me. . .”— she sighs— “maybe this is all in my head. As you can see. . . it didn’t work.” Y/n sits before her mother’s tombstone. Did she really see that shadow on that day? How else would she had discovered the hidden room in the temple.

“Please, I fear that the island is in danger. If anyone can hear me, give me a sign.”

Again, nothing. In rage, she gets up from the ground and marches away. "Forget it, this is pointless."

"Hey, where are you going?"

Yasi follows after her, but she is quick. As she trails on the dirt path, her body sways. She begins to stumble, and she falls on her bottom. Loud ringing is all she can hear; it is obnoxious and the volume increases by each second. It becomes so unbearable that she screams, alerting Yasi. In the height of the pain, she stops her cries and that's when everything went black.

Y/n opens her eyes, a bright light beams over her face. Soft winds blow around her and the soft touch of grass brushes against her skin. It takes a minute for her to comprehend the surrounding area. She sits up and scans the never-ending field, until she spots a human-like figure. It appears to be a woman, who stands a couple of feet away from her. She faces the setting sun, standing completely still.

"Hello?" she calls out.

The woman says nothing.

Y/n walks towards her, but the winds begin to pick up, each gust gaining strength at each step. Still, she managed to pull through and reaches the mysterious woman. She grabs her shoulder to get her attention but is immediately zapped by an unknown force.

Hundreds of flashing images fill her mind, each more chaotic than the next. She is able to depict a battle, a fight between a man and a woman. Fire consumes the land as gushing winds of a severe thunderstorm adds more to the fuel. The scene is cut short, and the hidden room of the temple appears. It focuses specifically on an engraving, matching the cross of her necklace. The final image she sees in one of a small chest. The location of the box is unknown.

She breaks out of her trance and breathes profoundly.

The woman finally speaks, "Be aware. Danger is near."

"H-huh? What do you mean?"

"Do not let him win."

"Him?"

The woman turns around, her lifeless eyes glow white, the brightness expanding across the area. The light extends, stunning Y/n in the process. The last thing she is able to make out from the woman are the words "Find the gem."

"Y/n, wake up!"

She finds herself back into reality as Yasi shakes her limp body.

"I'm okay now, you can stop shaking me," she groans.

"Oh, I thought you died,"— he helps her off the ground— "What happened? You were screaming and passed out."

Y/n holds her pouncing head. "Someone reached out to me. Ugh. . ." Still weak from the blackout, she begins to fall back. Yasi stops her fall. "I need my necklace."

"Okay, where is it?"

"Buggy has it."

"Of course he does," he mumbles.

"Come on, we need it." She tries to walk on her own, but her legs don't cooperate.

"Let me carry you, it will be faster that way."

Y/n wanted to resist, but she had no choice. "Fine, let's head to the circus tent."

.°˖✧.°˖✧

It’s late. Hopefully Buggy wouldn’t be worried, especially arriving in Yasi's arms. This would not sit well with the pirate.

"I don't think I should go inside."

"Yeah, I agree. You can put me down now." He complies and gently sets her feet on the ground. “Okay, I’m just going to inside-” As she turned around to enter the tent, she is met with Buggy’s hard chest.

"Y/n, care to explain."

Shit. Her heart skips a beat once she realized who it was. His expression is dark, eyes dead set on Yasi. He grabs Y/n’s arm and pulls her behind him.

"It's not what it looks like."

"Oh really. Then tell me why you were gone the whole day and return in another man's arms, one that you are arranged to marry?!"

Y/n winced at the fact. "Okay when you say it like that. . . but Buggy he's here to help."

"I don't buy it." Buggy brushes past Y/n and grabs Yasi by the collar of his shirt. "You better leave before I stuff a blade down your throat."

"Buggy!"

"Hey, I didn't do anything to her. I was just trying to help."

“Yeah right, I know this little tactic. You’re trying to play the nice guy and slowly win her heart, but guess what, I won’t let that happen," he grits.

"Let me go," Yasi says sternly.

Buggy laughs, "Not before I fuck you up."

In that instant, Yasi heads butt him right on his nose. The pirate let's go of his collar and holds onto this throbbing face. "Why you little shit," he hisses out in pain.

Y/n quickly pushes Yasi to leave. "Run."

Buggy digs into this coat and pulls out three sharp blades. "Yeah, you better run you fucking piece of shit." He lunges at him, pushing Y/n out the way. Yasi runs out the gates as Buggy chases after him.

"Buggy, don't kill him!"

It was no use; bloodlust filled his mind. Yasi screamed for help, dashing into the nearby woods. As Buggy exits out the front gate, a net on the ground activates, capturing him inside.

"What the fuck?!" Buggy tries to move, but his body felt heavy. He tries to detach his hand to go through the holes of the net, but nothing happened. "What is this? Why can't I move?"

"It's made of sea stone." That voice.

His eyes widden. "You. How did you find out?"

It was the mayor, Mr. Dun. He laughs, standing over the net, showing him his bounty poster. Buggy's facial expression is priceless, nobody was supposed to know.

"Buggy! Hey, let him go!" Y/n yells out as she arrives to the scene.

"I'm sorry, but he is under arrest."

"Under arrest, for what?" she questioned.

“You see Y/n, Buggy is not just any pirate. He is a notorious pirate with a bounty of 15 million berries. He goes island to island, burning each town to the ground. We are lucky to have caught him in time.”

“15 million. . ?” That is a high bounty for a pirate in the East Blue. There’s no way he’s worth that much.

“He’s not a man you want to fiddle with Y/n,” Kija states.

Everyone turns around the face the man. He stands by the circus fence; his men have already surrounded the tent. He carries a smirk, walking towards the captured captain. Kija stands before the net, finding the pirate's position amusing.

“You are not worthy to be with a woman like Y/n. You are nothing, but a sorry dirty old man, it’s disgusting to see a scum like you take advantage of a young woman,”— he pivots and walks away— “take him away boys and rile up the rest of those freaks.”

Buggy tried his best to set himself free, but it was no use, his body is completely drained. “You. You set us up. I will kill you once I’m out,” he spat out, pointing to Yasi.

Kija only laughed. “It is impossible to escape my prison. No one has.”

The underlings roughly grab the net and throw him on a trailer attached to their horses. They take him away as the rest of his crew his captured.

“Y/n. . . I had no idea," Yasi mumbles.

“Stop it. I trusted you," she sobs, watching the men take Buggy away.

Kija approaches them. “You two. We have matters to discuss,” he says nudging them to a horse carriage nearby.

“No we don’t,” she tries to hit him, but he catches her hand, gripping it with enough force to cease her rage.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Be a doll and comply.”

He lets go of her throbbing arm. Terrified, Y/n stayed completely still.

“Good. Yasi, we’re heading back to the mansion with Y/n. No need to worry about the situation, my men will take care of the trash.”

Y/n looks back the circus tent. Everyone has been apprehended, including Richie. The poor thing is being whipped and thrown around. She turns away, not wanting to watch the abuse of the lion any longer. For now, she has to obey Kija. A plan to help Buggy and his crew will have to wait.

“Don’t worry Y/n. These pirates will no longer be your concern.” He holds his hand out, waiting for her to join them in the carriage. She hesitates but takes his hand. She can hear the chaotic sounds of the circus grounds fade, has she failed?

#one piece #buggy one piece #buggy the clown #buggy x reader #buggy x fem reader #buggy x y/n #op buggy #captain buggy #opla buggy

[nyxedpages]

Zhang Hua, known as Lia Zhang. 22. She/Her. Reserved for Luna. Bisexual. Rebellio-born. Neutral Supporter. Born in Beijing, China. Raised in multiple countries. Currently living in Los Angeles for university. Nepo baby, but chooses to be private about her life and only lets people know limited information about her. Professional photographer, university graduate.

Lia Zhang is a calm girl who doesn't usually lose her temper. It takes a lot to hurt her, but she'll never hold a grudge - unless it's seriously bad. Lia's father, Kija, and her stepmother, Ivona, were major celebrities until their group disbanded and left the public eye. Lia has two sisters, an older stepsister called Yasmin, and a younger half-sister called Muna, that she loves more than anything, though she doesn't see them a lot due to them all choosing different countries for university. Her best friend is Evelyn Lindeay, or Evie Lindeay (or Evie Chen when in China). She's been friends with Evie since childhood, though she left for university whilst Evie stayed in Romania.

#rue's ocs : asian #rue's ocs : university student #rue's ocs : photographer #rue's ocs : 21 - 25 years old #rue's ocs : reserved for luna #rue's ocs : cis woman #rue's ocs : studying in america #rue's ocs : living in america #rue's ocs : rebellio born #rue's ocs : neutral supporter #rue's ocs : soft character #rue's ocs : happy character #rue's ocs : middle child #rue's ocs : lia zhang

[vvhimsicals]

🎰!!!

kija jong (lee taeyong) + roshan hughes - this could potentially be cute!! in my current verse kija just moved from sk to take up a new job as a chorographer and is slowly starting to get to know ppl and make friends in town . noelle nam (cho miyeon) + ayla yildiz - always a sucker for a good wlw plot .. i feel like they might be different in aspects esp bc noelle is tied to her father who is heavily involved in criminal activities lol.. but maybe an opposites attract type of deal ? blair ryu (huh yunjin) + sydney bennett - again could be a rlly cute wlw plot.. maybe sydney works at blair's favorite restaurant and always serves her and they have cute chats and want to make a move somehow but don't know how to lol jalen locklear (kiowa gordon) + astrid thorsen - this would also be suuuuper cute imo. opposites attract type of deal again.. jalen just got out of jail and is just taking up little side jobs and couch hopping.. maybe they don't get along and it's like an enemies to lovers thing? lola sanchez (lizeth selene) + adam janssens - again, seems like they might be opposites or not super similar to each other but i am kinda living for a punk-ish guitar player falling for a football player?? idk this one hits me.. would be so cute

#i decided to add descriptions to each pairing this time bc i love to yap #but some of these are so perfect so lmk if u want any of these pairings??

[star-dusted-royalty]

(Quick list of things for my version of Yen Sid.

One: my nickname and the name I'll tend to write is, Yen. Sid is acceptable for people to call him but I mostly write him as Yen. Xeha and Era have nicknames so I figured Yen for my boi was fine.)

Two: He has a keyblade called Stardust Wish. Since in Yen Sid's younger days, he had one.

Three: Yen Sid stays in his father's tower. Which was an inheritance once his father passed away. (His father is alive when he's young though. Yen simply lives there. His dad is more or less an npc and will not be part of roleplays other than that Yen talks about him.)

Four: Yen's father is an alchemist and the tower is mostly a laboratory. Yen's mother died when he was little. Yen's dad married a wicked woman/she was a wicked stepmother. But his son helped him see the light eventually and he managed to break away from her and spend his days taking care of his only child.)

Five: Yen does do keyblade training with Xeha and Era but his passion is with magic. So he mostly focuses on magical training/becoming a sorcerer over being a full time keyblade wielder. Yen's dream is to one day become a sorcerer that helps dreams come true.

Six: Yen is silly, goofy and the fool of the trio of apprentices. AKA the Sora of the group in a sense. The way I see it? Yen had to learn all of his wisdom somehow. And with how friendly and playful Yen Sid can be, I figure he was a lot like Sora once. They also both do not seem to judge Darkness as harshly as a lot of others would. It makes sense to me they'd share a lot of similarities.

Seven: Since canon went differently with Yen Sid in personality than mine is, (KH3 is mostly to blame for that) I am more comfortable just rping Yen's younger self for right now. Perhaps I could do an elder verse but he would not the same as his canon elder self. An AU perhaps.

Eight: Yen wears a blue and white robe or robe like outfit. (A cloak maybe? Whatever it is mages tend to wear. And yes this was partially inspired by Kija.)

Nine: Yen is both Light and Darkness in the sense of balance. He does not think one is superior to the other and knows Darkness is a necessity for balance. He said it himself in the Disney Magical World game: "A certain type of darkness is required to see the stars."

Ten: Yen is full of energy and loves to learn about new things. He carries around a journal, maybe two or three for his travels between worlds. Documenting this and that. When not training or spending time with his two best friends, Yen creates potions and sells them. A way to make munny when not exploring the different worlds. In his down time? Yen either studies the stars or simply stargazes for the fun of it. He is also a master when it comes to the kitchen. Yen has a gift for creating tasty food and loves to share it with Xeha and Era.

#outofgames #really need to get an info page list for him up again

[angrypaperearthquake-tbbb-main]

Yona of the Dawn: Chapter 124 ~ My Favorite Bits (SPOILERS)

Kind of want to believe that Jae-Ha’s never seen a watermelon before, but I also want to believe that it’s just Kija’s knife skills making him nervous 🤔

Also... THE FANGS 💛💙

LOL 🤣

Oh Lili, we love you 😭

Su-Won’s face 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Yo, if Lili ends up with Su-Won in the end... I’m burning my books.

🚨HOMEWRECKER🚨

���Enemy” might be too strong... I mean, he betrayed her trust, killed her father, tried to kill her and Hak... Okay, so maybe enemy is good.

🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

Yes, Shin-Ah, take your fur coat off... Take it all off...

I’m so happy Yona gets some girl time ☺

ANGST

#yona of the dawn #princess yona #yona #akatsuki no yona #akayona #yonak #hak #son hak #thunder beast #kija #hakuryuu #shin-ah #seiryuu #ao #pukyuu #jae-ha #ryokuryuu #zeno #ouryuu #lili #ayura #tetora #su-won #soo-won #geun-tae #chapter 124 #chapter one hundred and twenty four #manga #shoujo #shoujo manga

[hanjeongrp]

Welcome to Hanjeong, Princen Yujun. You are quite the merfolk. At 100 (27), you have quite a claim to being a royal for the merfolk monarchy and merfolk species liaison at town hall.

Enjoy paradise.

OOC:

Name/Alias: krys

Pronouns: she/they

Age: 25+

Timezone: cst

Biography Information:

OC Name: Yujun [Cheong Yujun on land]

FC: Kim Taehyung, BTS V

Species: merfolk

Occupation: being royal, merfolk ambassador

Residence: Ocean

Gender: demi boy

Pronouns: he/they

Age: 27, [100 yrs old]

Claim(s): merfolk species liaison, perennial other royal

Biography: (150+ words)

It’s said, that Yujun was born under a kind moon. On that night, there had been no clouds in the sky. The tide was gentle and kindly leading those it needed to and from the shore. His parents were kind, but unknowingly doomed. But for ten wonderful years, they were a family. a love for the sea they lived in and the world they knew. Their father always took the treaty very seriously. Instilling a respect for it and a want for peace to grow and be true in the younger merfolk that would last a lifetime. Their mother, just as conscious of the politics was careful about making connections with those on land and in sea. Her highest connections she could boast were ties to the royal family and the council on land.

Perhaps that is why they disappeared when Yujun was eleven years old. So young in merfolk years to lose a family. for some time, he was alone. That was until that royal friend turned out to be a cousin of the royal family. Kija was a cousin and not often involved in the affairs of the family but called upon when things mattered most. She had not had any children of her own but was happy for those that had. Once she figured out her long-time friend had disappeared and left a child behind, there was no one she could simply leave Yujun to their own devices. It was almost in a blink of an eye that she swooped in and took him with her. uprooting him for his relatively simple life into one that could still be considered simple in royal standards… but not in other’s eyes.

That’s where he was introduced to Matteo and Serenity. Koralia and him were the closest in age and for all of her wild, he was her calm in whatever fun storm she was making. They were certain that Kija always hoped the two of them would hit it off as a couple but as much as he loved her there was no such connection.

That didn’t mean he didn’t connect with the family at all. Matteo was someone they looked up to while they avoided the siblings that had been in the main part of the royal family. so many of them were against the treaty, pushing for closed borders and other various things. It was something that never sat right with Yujun. The voice of his parent’s always in his mind when anything like that came up. Maybe, they weren’t very sad when Matteo suddenly took the throne.

Maybe they didn’t necessarily care where the others went to when they did. Kija bowed out quietly, a kiss on the forehead and retirement was for her. she wanted to travel more of the ocean, he couldn’t blame her. but Yujun stuck by the other’s side. Offering to help with whatever they could. Which is what lead them to being the merfolk liaison with the land above. It was something they were passionate about and fully capable of assisting with.

But it wasn’t just the humans and nymphs he wanted to make sure they had a good relationship with. It was also the sirens. Despite the rift and many other situations that seemed to occur between them, they were still of the ocean. They were cousin creatures and deserved to be seen as such. That was what Yujun was pushing towards when the mayor died.

No, not died, was murdered. But unlike so many of the other merfolk, he wasn’t willing to instantly blame someone. There was a reason investigations happened and he hoped something would actually come out of the one that would be conducted… but one thing was certain, Yujun would not simply allow for the humans to lay it at their people’s feet without proof..

#kim taehyung #v bts #original rp #established rp #hanacceptance #yujun #death tw #disappearance tw #murder mention tw