Fandom Long-term partner, advanced, fandom characters CCxCC - Kingdom Hearts, D Gray Man, Bleach, OCxOC

[Laifan]

Hey everyone, welcome to my search post.

You can call me Laifan/Kyrie/Hoya (none of those being my real name) and I'm in my 30s. I've been roleplaying for about 15 years.

I'm currently more interested in the following fandom characters, though I also have a bunch of OCs, if you're interested.


Quick summary:

GMT timezone

I only write OCxOC and CCxCC.

MxM
FxF

No minors! (this means both your age and no shipping underage characters with adults)

Third person, past tense with double quotes for speech.

I can write a lot depending on my inspiration, you can expect anything from 500-2000 words from me depending on the scene. I can also write the occasional NPC on a per scene basis. I don't demand the same from you, and this isn't for every scene. I'm a fast writer, but I don't mind waiting for you.

Given the stated above, please no one-liners.

I am not ghost friendly - it is tiring to take time to plot stuff and even start writing and then people seemingly fade from existence. I get it that life happens and if you're busy and I'll be totally understanding if you just communicate. Just please don't disappear without a word when we have a nice story going.

ღ Action scenes
ღ Romance (slow burn♡)
ღ Fix-its (for tragic canons)
ღ Fantasy/Powers
ღ Introspection
ღ Soulmates

• Fandom Interests
• Sample 1 - Abbacchio from JJBA
• Sample 2 - Dart from Legend of Dragoon

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  Bleach
  
  I can write: Grimmjow
  
  Looking for: Ichigo
  
  
  D Gray Man
  
  I can write: Kanda Yu
  
  Looking for: Alma Karma
  
  
  My Hero Academia/Boku no Hero Academia
  
  I can write: Eraserhead, Hawks, Shinsou
  
  Looking for: Dabi (for Hawks), character of your choice (canon).
  Important: I won't write minor/adult pairings or pairings with a big difference in age
  
  
  Kingdom Hearts
  
  I can write: Axel/Lea, Terra
  
  Looking for: Saix (for Axel), Roxas (for Axel - as friends!), Aqua (for Terra), Ventus (for Terra - as friends!), character of your choice (canon)
  
  
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  And this was when things started to get bizarre. There was an…arrowhead. A floating arrowhead. He’d totally expected a gun. An arrowhead was an odd choice for an execution, no matter how you looked at it, especially when it floated. However, Leone hardly had any time to ponder about things before it was buried in his chest - in the soft fletch of the jugular notch, just above his sternum. He hardly had the time to register the intense pain before the world turned fuzzy at the edges and everything went dark.
  
  He hadn’t expected to wake up again, but life was disappointing like that. He woke up to an unfamiliar room feeling too hot and sick to register much. He was running a high fever. He’d also been stripped off his jacket and shoes, but the rest of him was still decently clothed. Between the sweat and the blood on his shirt he’d made a mess of the sheets. He was alone for the time being, it seemed. He somehow made it to his feet and stumbled to the adjacent bathroom because it felt like he hadn’t pissed in ages and he was so damn thirsty. After drinking what felt like a liter from the tap, he splashed some water on himself, trying to cool down his burning skin. His reflection told him he looked an outright mess - even worse than in his hangover days. Speaking of, depending on how long he’d been here, he was definitely hungover and his body was shaking, likely not just from the fever, but from the lack of booze too. But little of that mattered now because he was staring at his chest - where he could have sworn he’d been stabbed before. There was a…zipper there. He blinked and looked down at himself, undoing more buttons of his soiled shirt. No, that was definitely a freaking zipper etched in his skin, pulling his wound closed! He tugged on it and winced at the sting of pain and decided to leave it well alone.
  
  He stumbled out of the bathroom, movements uncoordinated. His logical mind told him he likely needed a hospital, the rest of him could only wonder if this was some kind of sick game. He’d expected Bruno to have shot him! Lights out and that was it - easy enough, right?! But instead he’d stabbed him with an arrow laced with some…drug? Poison? That had made him sick as a dog and had absconded him to his…place? He could only assume it was Bruno’s house and in any other circumstance he would have loved to explore more. As it was, he just wanted to get the fuck out of dodge since he was still alive and kicking, somehow.
  
  He stumbled as far as the hallway, no doubt being as subtle as a trainwreck in his current state. Also, since he’d woken up, there had been an annoying noise ringing in his ears, like a dial-up tone forever lodged in there and getting constantly louder. That was probably why he didn’t hear Bruno’s approaching footsteps and voice until he was in front of him, looking oddly…pleased? Leone had always considered himself to be good at reading people as a cop and Bruno truly hadn’t struck him as the sadistic type, but this looked nothing more than a sick game from where he was standing. Or more half crouching, supporting himself on a small table to hold his weight up.
  
  “What the fuck…did you do to me?! I just wanted to die!” He all but spat, glaring at the other man. Again, Bruno was saying something but he couldn’t really hear what. “Can you just…turn that fucking thing off? I can’t hear you!” Seriously, did he have an old phone tone on speakers or something? He’d expected Bruno to have the latest model of iPhone or some crap, he was the one with a predilection for vintage stuff, and even had an old gramophone and LPs back at home. Bruno seemed a bit surprised, but he couldn’t really care, as his strength finally left him and he slid down against the wall to sit on the floor, breathing harshly. Fuck, he really needed a drink.
  
  Movement caught his eye and it seemed the fucked up events of the night…day? (Just how long had he been out?) weren’t over as a…ghostly image of a…monster formed next to Bruno. Leone’s eyes widened in panic, wondering if his forced cold turkey withdrawal or his high fever were making him hallucinate. But, seriously, he never considered himself the creative type, so why would he hallucinate some sort of humanoid…thing with spikes in its head and a fuckton of zippers in the rest of the body?
  
  “Wha-what is- Get that thing away from me!” He all but shouted and then…as if the oddities weren’t over and he was stuck in some sort of B-rated horror movie another…thing showed up. This time it was right next to him. It was also…humanoid in shape, its top half covered in purple, the rest of it seemingly made of metal. It had indentations for eyes and on its hands kinda like old speakers and there was some sort of…timer on its head, currently set to zeros. It seemed to glow with static, like an old TV. Seriously, the thing looked like the lovechild of every vintage player he owned. But the most important detail was the goddamn annoying sound he’d been hearing all along was coming from it - and just like that, the bloody sound was at least out of his own head and he could hear again.
  
  “What the fuck?!” It was all his hungover, feverish brain could come up with, seriously, and he crawled back, foregoing any pride and grace if it got him away from the two beings. But as luck would have it, the second one that had manifested out of nowhere seemed to be following him rather closely, crouching and observing him like an overgrown alien. Then its head turned to the other one next to Bruno and it…crouched in front of the white-haired man, as if protecting him. Leone could only blink and he’d slumped against a wall again since he wasn’t going anywhere fast in his condition and, well. Not like he was scared of dying, just the turn of events had been very unexpected, to say the least.
  
• 
  
  In the barren first half of the new continent, the monsters were naturally stronger against such an arid environment and could cast stronger magic. Still, that wasn’t the only thing of concern that awaited them. They’d have to cross The Barrens to get to their first goal: Fletz. While the Flower City Donau was closer for them to stock up, they weren’t in such dire need of provisions to divert there. It made sense not to have to cross the wasteland of The Barrens twice, and not just because of the local monsters. No, what was concerning was the proliferation of bandits that had made their home in the caves of the wasteland - or so the last peddlers they’d encountered warned them of.
  
  “Beware of the thieves that roam The Barrens, good sirs!” One of the nervous looking peddlers said. “Put a stop to our business they did, those scoundrels. We dare not cross the wastelands to stock up in the cities. We rather make our way back to Serdio.”
  
  “Is it that dangerous?” Dart asked in genuine surprise. “I traveled around here a few years ago, and while there were a few bandits, they weren’t that unmanageable. Isn’t the king doing anything about it?”
  
  “Dangerous? Son, you don’t know the half of it. In the last year it’s said that a group of dozens have made their hideouts in the caves in The Barrens. No soul can cross safely there anymore. Commerce between The Flower City and The Capital has been severely impacted.” The older peddler moaned about his loss of business. “As for the king…” the two peddlers exchanged a look between them. “I-It’s not our right place to say…” He hesitated, no doubt eyeing Lavitz’s high quality armor and the insignia that identified him as a high ranking knight at the service of Basil. They were naturally hesitant to badmouth a king, even if it wasn’t the one that Lavitz served.
  “Zior gone careless, that he did.” It seemed his younger companion had no such qualms. “His eldest daughter, princess Emille, is rumored to have gone ill in the mind, you see. Why, she used to be a lovely lady, outright kind princess. She’s had a change of heart ever since she fell from her horse. Bump her head she did. Gone an’ started favorin’ those scoundrels. It’s said the King cut the patrolling of the land because of her suggestion, only the Creator knows why.”
  
  “A-anyways, if you’re headed to The Barrens, best of luck to you sirs. And thanks for your business. Much obliged!”
  
  They bid their farewells to the disheartened peddlers as they digested the news. Dart crossed his arms, pondering.
  
  “Dozens of bandits, eh?” Then he glanced at his companion and smiled. “Well, we still got an advantage over them. They’ll run the other way when they see humans wielding magic.” He glanced up at the clear skies of the early morning over The Barrens. “We’ll just have to rush - if we push it with no stopping for lunch we can get to Fletz by sundown. Donau would be faster, but…no use crossing The Barrens twice in this case since we have no business there. King Albert wrote a letter for King Zior, right? I hope he can aid our quest.” Although if there was the rumor of any new power in the continent, he gathered the peddlers would have mentioned it. Still, there was no need to assume things this early on. A power that immense would generate rumors sooner rather than later.
  

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