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The Adventures of Santal Chapter 6: Yongling.

Faith is chosen, not imposed.

Homecoming! After the so-called "tour" of the galaxy, Santal Sabura arrives on Coruscant with Master Yoda to begin training and embark on the path of the Jedi. Meanwhile, her aunt, after a scandalous conversation and refusing to help Cad Bane, loses hope for the return of her niece. Can anyone's life be the same?

Elina could not find a place for herself. O Strength, O Strength ... Well, where is her niece? After all, since that degenerate pissed her off by asking one question, no more calls came. Twi’lechka even began to think, what if the man was offended by her and made it so that no one could help her, call her or something else worse. Elina herself could not go either. First, she was afraid of the outside world. Secondly, there was no necessary transport. Not necessarily super modified, but at least so that you can fly from one planet to another and not stall halfway.

- Maybe we can call the Jedi? - suggested Nobi, probably for the hundredth time. And for the hundredth time, his wife replied:

- No! Even if they find it, they will not return it back.

- Why are you so sure? They are kind, disinterested and noble. They'll understand if you say you don't want Santal to become a Jedi. And they will lag behind.

- I can tell, but you know, they can easily brainwash our girl about the paradise Jedi life. And she is still quite small with us, does not understand anything, does not know what is best for her. This cruel world does not know at all. We know. Because Santal is safer with us. And I am afraid that she will believe in their stories and inventions and want to stay with them. Will learn to be a Jedi and end up like her late parents. After all, the guardian of the world is a very dangerous profession. You never know when you're going to die! Many of the Jedi live a little. Few people live to old age. The rest - someone, probably up to fifty, or even less, if they are killed earlier. In general, it is too dangerous. I do not wish my niece such a fate, even if she is not my own.

- And I also wish her well. But you must also understand that we cannot keep her chained forever. Santal herself wants to know the world. Will run away from home more and more often. It will end with the fact that she can leave us altogether. So maybe let her go right away? Earlier to start accustoming yourself to independence?

- But not at three! Santal is still small.

- In matters of independence, it is better sooner rather than later. And rejoice if she gets to the Jedi. Better going there than being in bad company. Imagine, we will not let her become the keeper of the world now, we will return her home. And she, as you said, is very curious. Santal will still be drawn to study the world around him. Now she's running to the backyard. But then he will start running to the neighbors. Then to the next street or just across the street. And then, one fine day, Santal will take and fly away as a hare on some first oncoming ship to conquer space. One. Of course she will visit us, I hope. But she will have her own life. And, most likely, outlawed.

Elina thought about her husband's speech and issued a decision:

“I don’t want Santal to be a Jedi anyway!” No matter how noble this profession may be, the option is not the best!

- Okay, what do you suggest? - Nobi even got angry. - And in general, if you don't want Santal to become the Jedi, why did you yell at that “degenerate”? Well, he asked for money, so what? Maybe an urgent need for loans? I would ask how much he wants to get, and together we would scrape.

- Yeah. How is it. We scattered. To hire a good mercenary, you need to have at least a hundred thousand in your pocket. And we don't have that amount. Even if we collect it, there won't be any left for food and other important things. And it was clear from the tone of his voice that even if he found our niece, he would then pull off his underwear. Will not take little from us. This is his business! O Strength, O Strength ...

The Letan mentally imagined how the man with whom she spoke on the comlink brings them Santal, but at the same time says:

- I just don't do anything. I will return only for the money.

- Maybe at least I will pay you? - With fear in his voice and pulling his hand aside, asks Nobi.

The man smiles and answers:

- I want a million credits.

The comlink suddenly rang. Elina, emerging from the world of dreams, accepted the challenge with lightning speed.

- Yes?

- Hello. Are you Elina Sabura?

***

Yoda's ship successfully exited hyperspace. Santal's gaze opened up an amazing planet, which became larger and larger as it approached. All streaked, covered with strange lines, circles. The girl was breathtaking. And when we entered the atmosphere, Santal was just in shock. In a good way, of course. A huge galactic city stretched for millions of kilometers, both here and there. The never-ending dense streams of myriad traffic, lost among skyscrapers and stretching far beyond the horizon, - from small private speeders to Airbuses and large cargo ships.

It took, in Santal's eyes, about an hour or an hour and a half before a building appeared that stood out from the others not so much in size as in five thick sticks sticking up, called spiers. The ship, having found the desired site, went to land. Door opened. Yoda came out, followed by a girl. At first she wanted to run out first, but changed her mind. I decided that it would be more correct to let the elder go ahead.

In the fresh air, her head began to spin. The staircase seemed too high to her. If the girl was alone, perhaps, she would have retreated, but in front of a new friend I did not want to show weakness. Therefore, during the ascent Santal silently looked ahead and tried to keep up.

Going inside, she felt that the dizziness increased. It got even worse. Sabura has never been in a building with such high ceilings in her entire life. Apparently, the fear was so strong that even Yoda felt it.

- You're scared, youngling.

- Very high. Ooh. Even creepy. - Santal, shivering, looked around.

- You will get used to it. I'm too small in stature, so what? The Jedi must overcome fears. Fear opens access to the dark side, fear gives rise to anger, anger gives rise to hatred, hatred is a guarantee of suffering.

Santal was surprised:

- Wow! The other follows from one. The whole chain. But I'm afraid I won't be able to do it quickly. Need time.

- You will have it. Moreover, there are no absolutely fearless people.

- Is everyone afraid of something? And you too?

- Yes. But it's too early for you to know. Everything has its time.

- I will remember these words well, - Santal smiled, gradually calming down. And suddenly, she gave a long yelp. The feet made themselves felt again.

- What happened to you?

- Legs.

The green master led the girl down the corridors. On the way, Santal tried to remember the route. At least visually.

- We have a medical corps here. Yoda pressed the button.

There was a sound. Almost immediately the door was opened by a blue twi'lek woman in brown clothes.

“Master Yoda,” she greeted. - Anyone need help?

- Hello, Vokara. I don't need help, but she. - The head of the Order pointed to Santal.

The woman gazed at the girl, which made the latter uncomfortable.

- I don’t remember that she studied with us.

- I'm new. - Sabura dared to answer.

- Oh, I get it. Follow me. Do not be afraid. What's bothering you? - The healer smiled affectionately and gently led the girl by the hand into the room. I must say that when Santal saw the woman, she immediately felt at home.

There Santal received first-class medical treatment. They examined everything. The bacta patch came in handy. But first, the girl was waiting for the first time in recent days, a real bathroom. Santal was washed properly, combed. Then they again took, as it turned out, to her private room. It turned out to be quite spacious, in the eyes of a three-year-old. Nice large single bed, table and chair, even a window that was hung with rectangles. In general, everything you need to live.

- Rest. Today you are to meet with the Council. They will tell you whether you will study or not.

Santal lay down on the bed and immediately realized that she was very comfortable, despite her unusual appearance. And a minute later she passed out. The girl has been very tired over the past few days. I sent a sarcastic thanks to the uncle who arranged this trip for her. Although it all ended well enough, Santal suffered a lot of stress. But she was thinking about all this, already falling asleep.

After a while, Sabura woke up because someone carefully poked her in the side with a stick. The girl sat up and calmed down. It was Yoda.

- Get up. The council has met and is looking forward to meeting with a possible youngling.

The girl got up, washed (there was also a bathroom in the room) and began to hustle after the green master. From strong feelings in the stomach became cold.

- I feel a strong excitement in you, - turned to Santal Yoda.

- Yes, I'm really worried. How else? We're going to the Jedi Council! - said Santal in such a tone that it immediately became clear that these are words with a capital letter. - He's the most important here?

Yoda explained that there are only four councils, and they go to the Highest. It is he who runs everything, so to some extent she guessed.

Approaching the door, Santal almost calmed down. After all, she hadn't done anything wrong.

In a large and spacious room with large windows, there were twelve different armchairs in a circle. In them sat eleven Jedi, among whom were not only people. Looking around everyone, Santal even noticed a creature similar to Yoda, who sat down in his place. Now everyone was assembled, and twelve pairs of eyes focused on the three-year-old girl, which made her uneasy. And then, oddly enough, her uncle's instructions came to her aid. He always said that you should greet your elders when you meet. This is what she decided to do.

- Hello, gentlemen masters. - Santal tried to speak loudly to be heard.

- Hello dear. - The first to answer was a man with a very thin and long neck. Sabura even wondered how she didn't break. - And let's get started.

- What is your name? Asked a woman with brown skin and a strange headdress on her head.

“I am Santal Sabura,” the girl answered confidently.

“I found the child on the planet Corellia. It is marked by force. You can become a Jedi, - added Yoda.

“That's why we are here,” replied a bald black man of the human race. - Where did you find her, Master Yoda?

Zeleny calmly told the whole truth about the meeting. How, where and under what circumstances. He told everything. Then they flew. Even told the story of Santal herself. Here the black bald man raised his hand.

- Sorry, I have to interrupt the story. I think it's worth listening to the girl herself.

And Sabura told Yoda the same thing. Almost word for word. She also lied about the hunter's appearance. She kept silent about vomiting. The Jedi listened to her without interrupting. Additional questions were occasionally asked. Basically, the bald man did it.

Finally, the questions ended. More precisely, Santal thought so. The bald man took out a device that reminded the girl of a hand mirror.

“We’ll do a little test,” he explained. - There will be an image on the screen of the holo-tablet, the screen is turned away from you. You have to say what is drawn.

Santal nodded and concentrated. The check turned out to be simple. The only problem was that the girl did not know the names of some of the things. Therefore, I simply described them as accurately as possible. Advertising: Hide

When the bald man lowered the holo-tablet, Yoda asked:

- What do you feel?

- Hard to tell. At first I was very worried, but now I feel more confident. - Santal tried to answer honestly.

The Master nodded in satisfaction. Sabura realized that she was honest not only with the adults, but also with herself.

- Why are you worried? Because of relatives? Asked a man with an elongated head and a white beard and mustache.

- Not only. The main reason is quite different. It’s just that until recently I was an ordinary woman. She lived quietly, rejoicing every day. And now I am standing here surrounded by adults, very serious and important adults. I've never been to places like this. And I certainly didn’t know that there were midchlorivans in me ...

“Midi-chlorians,” the same Jedi corrected.

Santal just nodded and continued:

- Then on Devaron I first applied it, saving the life of another. That's when I began to think: what else can I do by Force? More than anything in the world, I am afraid of harming someone, even unintentionally. So I agreed to become a Jedi. Yes, Master Yoda offered to take me home, but I refused. I already told him why, and now I am telling you too. I think it would be better for me to learn how to manage such power so as not to hurt anyone. What if I can still do something so mechanically? What if someone innocent were injured? You never know what else can happen?

- Since childhood, I loved to study the world. I ran to the backyard and watched everything. But, after what happened, I realized that I wanted more. I want to fly across the galaxy, study planets, and win friendship with other peoples. So I decided. I will go to the Order and study to be a Jedi. My parents will be proud of me. I feel it. And my aunt ... I hope she understands.

“You say your parents were Jedi. What were their names? - asked the restless bald man.

- Aunt never called their names, only said that my wonderful mom and dad died at the hands of some hunters, but I don't believe in it. I think they just disappeared. Embark on a journey across the galaxy to help others and explore uncharted worlds. As soon as they finish, they will immediately return. All I have from them is my mom's Padawan braid. - The girl covered her mouth, realizing that she had said too much.

- Can we look at her?

“I forgot her at home. “She really was there.

The girl was very upset that the thing dearest to her heart was so far from her. How could Santal have forgotten about her ?!

- Masters, can I call your aunt?

- Why do you need? Do you want to return the pigtail?

- Not only. I want to warn my aunt not to worry. She is very emotional. I suppose you've already searched me.

- We need to think. Go out the door for now. We will hold a meeting.

- Good. Thanks.

***

As soon as the door closed behind the girl's back, Yoda asked a question:

- What do you think?

“I'm a little shocked,” said Adi Gallia. - I've never seen this. This is the most reasonable and eloquent child of all that I have seen!

- So shall we take her? - asked Ki-Adi-Mundi.

- I think why not? A normal girl, polite and well-mannered, speaks well. She is not deprived of strength. And most importantly, she realizes that being gifted is a great responsibility. Conscious, then. Strives for knowledge. Inquisitive. Have you heard? She is afraid to hurt others. Thinks of others first. And this is a very important point. And the age is perfect for learning, ”Yaddle pointed out.

- I agree. But do you understand where fear can lead? She is worried about her family, afraid to hurt. If she does not curb her fears, then this can lead to sad consequences, Windu doubted.

- You can teach how to deal with fears. Moreover, the girl's eyes show that she will try. We need to see her in action, then everything will become clear, ”said Adi Gallia.

“Your intuition never fails, Master Gaul. So what have we decided? - Ki-Adi-Mundi turned to the others.

- Who is in favor of accepting Santal into the Order? Mace Windu asked. After a moment it became clear that there was no point in voting anymore.

***

Santal stood by the door for a long time, slowly beginning to lose patience. How much time has passed? What are they talking about? Do they take it or not? And if not, why didn't they like her?

They say, as soon as you remember something, it immediately appears. A minute later the masters came out, and Yoda said:

- The Council made a decision. You are accepted into the Order.

Santal was ready to jump for joy.

- Hooray! Hooray! So can I tell my aunt about this?

- I think you can. What's her number?

Then Sabura realized that she didn't know him. However, the Jedi were able to solve this problem. Thanks to the computer, we managed to find an ad with a photo of the girl. Adi Gallia dialed the number.

- Yes? Santal's chest pinched at the voice he heard.

- Hello. Are you Elina Sabura?

- Yes.

- We found your niece. She is with us.

- With you?! Who are you?

“We're Jedi. I am Master Adi Gallia.

- Yes, I don't care who you are! Let Santal talk to me! Do not test my patience! And leave us!

I had to give in.

- Aunt, I'm here! - Shouted the girl, realizing that this is a kind of signal.

- Santal! Where have you disappeared? The two of us almost went crazy. What happened to you? You never ran away!

Frankly, Santal is a little tired of retelling the same thing. Therefore, she shortened the story a little, removing special details. But even without them, Elina was terribly angry:

- Santal, you ... - She could not find words from indignation. - What were you thinking when you went to look at the lights? If only she woke me up! You could have died! And that hunter ... Do you realize what he could do with you ?! He would have butchered you like a nunu for dinner! Or he killed and then buried somewhere! You would never be found! Or take it somewhere, like Tatooine. Would sell them into slavery to the same Hutts or for organs! Do you know how much they pay for people like you? And what do they turn into after purchase? Power knows what! You don't recognize yourself. The nightmare is simple. You'd better not know what terrible things such "buyers" do.

Santal did not say that the uncle, apparently, wanted to do this. And then it will start yelling even more. Like, you see, I was right.

Aunt shouted a little more and calmed down. It was evident that she was very worried about Santal. And now, when she was found, she began to come to her senses.

- In general, I am glad that you were found. But at the same time, I am very unhappy with you. You could have died. And all because of your curiosity and disobedience. I was scared. I was scared that I could not keep my promise to your parents. I was scared that I might lose you. Even if you are not dear to me, I still love you.

Santal remembered something then.

“Aunt, I think it's time for you to tell me the names of my parents. The woman caught herself.

- Yes! Yes! Yes! I will definitely tell you, but then. I'm afraid someone will hear. I'll tell you later. Are you coming home?

Sabura fell into a stupor: for the first time in the entire conversation, she did not know what to answer. Lie or tell the truth in a softer way?

- Well, you know ... I can't ... I made a choice ... I can't go back ... I'm sorry, aunt.

Elina's eyes widened. The woman blinked and passed out. Santal did not understand what had happened. But the arrival of the Jedi did not allow her to speculate on this topic.

- We heard that the conversation is over. How did everything go?

- Aunt will not bring a pigtail, - the girl dismissed.

- It's a pity, we would like to talk to her, - said the white-bearded man. - Anyway. Are you ready?

Santal underwent a kind of initiation ritual. They cut her hair, making her hair short like a boy's, but braiding a small pigtail at her right ear. Then they gave out a clean set of overalls. It consisted of a gray tunic, trousers, leather boots and a belt. The girl was helped to dress.

Now she looked like a youngling. Then Santal Yoda arranged a full-fledged excursion, showed where and what. Only the girl remembered almost nothing the first time. Why did I think: “I’m here for a long time, in any way I will gradually remember everything”. On the way, Santal met several members of the Order. At parting, the master said that tomorrow he would come for her and take her to other younglings, with whom she would study for several years before someone would take her as a student. And if they do not take it, then she will go to the service building. So far, she has become part of the clan.

Finally the tired girl returned to the room and went to bed, because tomorrow, early in the morning, her training began.

#cad bane #cad bane x oc

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saltandburnbabyy · 6 years ago

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Scream - part 2

PAIRING: The Winchesters

RELATIONSHIP: Platonic

AGE: your choice

SUMMARY: This was supposed to be a simple case, but when your recklessness puts everyone in danger you find you can do only one thing. Scream.

WARNING: angst, very little gore

A/N: This went in a totally different direction then what I had in my mind. Honestly, I’m not mad about it though. Leave some feedback if you can! I always appreciate it and love hearing from y’all!

PART 1

You heard anything before you saw anything. When you finally felt yourself grow conscious again, your whole body felt tense and stiff. Your throat was dry and your eyelids felt like they weighed a ton. You relied on your hearing to get a grasp of where you were.

You could barely move a muscle, but you felt the soft sheets surrounding your body. There was a soft continuous beeping in the background. Were you in the hospital? You had to be, that was the only explanation. But why?

Suddenly the previous events, the events that got you into this mess in the first place, came back to you and all you wanted to do was cry. Well, you could tell you weren't dead, but the same couldn't be said for Sam and Dean. Did they make it out alive? Did they successfully burn Miss Gallagher's bones? Despite your efforts were they...killed?

You felt a tightness in your chest and you struggled to breathe. It took most of your strength to open your eyes, being that you knew what was coming next. Unshed tears clouded your view of the hospital ceiling as you tried to slow your breathing. You couldn't be having a panic attack right now. The last thing you wanted to do right now started freaking out. You tried to push yourself up, but the most you could do was sit up slightly. You took deep, slow breaths and refused to allow the tears in your eyes to slip down your pale cheeks.

Looking around the room, you noticed you were the only one in it. You felt so small in such a, surprisingly, large hospital room. Again the tightness in your chest returned, and this time with an intense amount of pain. You clutched your chest and tried your best to calm down. Where were Sam and Dean? Did they go back to the bunker? Did they see you as a liability and abandon you at the hospital? Every irrational thought raced around in your mind, with no plans on slowing down.

Between the pain in your chest and overload of emotions, you felt yourself grow dizzy. That was not good.

The door clicked open softly and Sam and Dean walked through, a coffee in each hand. When they saw you, the first emotion that filled their hearts was relief. They abandoned their cups on a counter and rushed towards your bedside. Dean would never admit this to you, but tears came to his eyes when the realization that you were okay set in.

"Oh my god, Y/N." Sam squatted to your eye level and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. You were still clutching your chest when you met Sam's gaze.

"Sam?" You then glanced to the other side of the bed in confusion, "Dean?"

Dean nodded and pushed a few strands of hair away from your face, "We're right here."

You winched once again and took a deep breath, "Guys, I can't breathe. It hurts. My chest really hurts." You truly thought your heart was going to explode.

"You need to take deep breaths okay? You need to try and calm yourself down," Sam tried his best to get you to slow down your breathing, but to no avail. Without hesitation, you reached out for the brothers. Your right hand clutched Dean's arm for dear life while your left hand found itself holding Sam's. The world was spinning around you and you were trying your hardest to make it stop.

Sam and Dean took their places beside you on the hospital bed, not daring to leave your side. They watched as you contorted a painful expression every time you took a breath. They watched as you fought tooth and nail to keep the tears at bay. They watched as you tried your damned hardest to gain back control.

"Why d-does it hu-hurt so much," you mumbled in desperation as you tried to calm yourself down.

Sam and Dean shared a serious glance as if debating whether or not to tell you. You noticed their hesitation and looked to them, "What is i-it?"

"You had a heart attack Y/N. A pretty massive one too," Dean spoke in the most comforting voice he could muster.

You stood quiet for a few seconds before you muttered something so softly Sam and Dean barely understood you, "It was Miss Gallagher wasn't it?"

This was the first time in a long time that you could remember being so vulnerable in front of the boys. Displaying your emotions always seemed like a liability to you, especially since you were living with the freaking Winchesters. You didn't want to seem weak in their eyes, so you grew accustomed to pushing your feelings deep down and locking them away. But now, all of those emotions have pushed their way to the top and there was no ignoring them now.

You felt their sympathetic gazes on you, almost burning, and could only imagine what they were thinking. Did they think less of you? Were they secretly mad at you? You wouldn't blame them though, you almost got everyone killed.

Your gaze stayed in your lap, with your grip still on the boys. A small tear escaped and trickled down the bridge of your nose and on to the sheet. You suddenly felt the bed shift and two pairs of strong arms wrapped themselves around you from either side. They didn't have to utter a word as Dean pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

"It's alright kiddo, just let it out. Just let it out," Dean spoke soothingly to you. Sam stayed quiet on the other side of you, but his presence still spoke volumes.

A hiccup vibrated in your chest, the pain in your chest spiking for a few moments, as tears began to flow down your cheeks. Your cheeks were flushed and there were no signs of those tears stopping, but having Sam and Dean attempt to comfort you helped you calm down without you even realizing it. Your chest still ached, but it didn't feel like you were seconds away from death. You began to sob and the boys' embrace only tightened around you.

You sobbed and sobbed and sobbed until there were no tears left for your eyes to shed. You let your emotions run through you in a way that you’d always aim to avoid. In such a way that scared the living crap out of you. Despite that, Sam and Dean were there to help pick up all of the pieces. You then felt Dean shift next to you as your sniffles and sobs began to subside.

"What you did was reckless and irresponsible and...and scared the living crap out of us," Dean stared up at the ceiling in attempts to stop the tears coming to his eyes. Sam stared at his brother, knowing full well what he was feeling. He was feeling the same thing. Fear. Fear of almost losing you.

"Y/N, you can never put your life in jeopardy the way you did back in that house. Ever." Sam spoke softly yet firmly to you. You met his gaze and felt another wave of tears about to hit.

"I couldn't see that ghost tear a hole into Dean. No way in hell was I going to let that happen."

"So you think dying was the way to go?" Dean pulled away slightly to get a better look at you.

"We wouldn't have been in that mess if I wasn't so weak," you felt anger swirl around inside you, "If I wasn't such an idiot and burned the bones faster, didn't get so damn distracted, you wouldn't have almost died Dean! So yes, dying was the way to go!"

"Okay I've had enough," Dean said out of frustration.

"Dean, don't," Sam warned as he placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, never leaving his position next to you on the bed. Dean, on the other hand, stood up and faced you with his hands scrubbing through his hair.

"You better listen to me right now, because I'm only going to say this once. Don't you for a goddamn second believe that your life is worth less than Sam's and mine because it sure as hell ain’t. You're far from being weak Y/N, hell, you are probably the strongest one in this room right now. You are the glue to this whacked out family. So if you ever try that crap again, we’ll bring you back and kick your ass six ways to Sunday. Got it?"

You stared back at him, stunned and yet grateful. The tears came to a slow stop as you, without saying a word, slowly lowered yourself down from the hospital bed, took two wobbly strides towards Dean, and wrapped your bandaged arms around his torso. Sam soon walked over and joined the embrace, thankful that you finally calmed down.

"Yeah you jackass, I got the message," you mumbled lightly. A small smile tugged at your lips as Dean's words replayed itself in your mind.

One thing was for sure though, they really would kick your ass six ways to Sunday.

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barbika1508 · 7 years ago

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Intruder 2 (Werewolf! Seokjin x Werewolf! Reader)

Word Count: 15,5k

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Romance, Smut

Pairing: Werewolf! Jin x Werewolf! Reader

Warnings: Cursing/ Mistreatment / Violence / Gore / Blood // Blowjob / Sexy times/

Summary: A life of a wolf is never boring, let alone for the female alpha of one of the biggest packs in the world. When a new treat arises will she act wisely, or make rash decisions for the sake of protecting what she loves the most?

Author’s note: 늑대 (neukddae) wolf (noun) Words in italics are flashback or in this case a dream

Part 1 / Part 2(End)

‘’These humans aren’t very smart.’’

‘’No, they aren’t.’’ I sigh stepping around the marked-up trees, that were used for target practice, or were harmed out of boredom. I walk up to the most harmed one out of the 9 which I’ve counted so far. Gently I knock onto the trunk, glancing around expecting with a heavy heart for a nymph to pop out, or to have another yell and shoo me off, but nothing happens, which is lucky because I wouldn’t wish any nymph to experience pain like this.

‘’Their scent is picking up.’’ my second in command growls making me glance at him past the tree I’m standing next to. He’s crouched down glare fixated straight ahead, while his nostrils are flaring. I nod silently glancing back at the rest of our scout group which consists of 5 of us ‘’What’s the next step?’’

I open my mouth ready to reply a plan forming in my mind, but a branch cracking captures our attention, my head snapping immediately towards the sound. Tilting my head backwards I catch movement between trees which spurs me to round the tree, and hide myself behind it, as do the other 4 wolves either crouching down or hiding more successfully with the environment, my second in command and best friend remains in his position successfully hidden behind a small bush and some shrubs.

‘’What is it?’’ Jimin whispers harshly but keeps quiet as I peek back daringly to what the danger ahead is. The wolves remain still and silent, hearts pounding but steadily not out of fear but ready for my command.

‘’Recon.’’ I state frowning as the human man isn’t paying attention to his surroundings at all and ducks behind a tree to take a piss. Keeping my mouth shut and my lack or reply causes a mewl to leave from Ji-Woo’s closed snout. I immediately straighten up hiding again sending her an incredulous glare as she lowers her head to the ground completely regretting the noise she let out. She’s one of my best fighters and I take her with me whenever we’re traveling anywhere outside the pack territory. She’s kinda my bodyguard in a way, even though obviously I don’t need one. Jimin hisses in return while I crouch, glaring at the man who glances around still oblivious to his surroundings.

‘’…should have waited for orders and not-’’ the now dirty blonde-haired boy cuts himself off, as we all glance into the direction from where paws are lightly trudging across the grounds. I shake my head trying to hold back the heavy breath from leaving my lungs which would alert the 6 wolves that they’ve angered me in the matter of a second. They act reclessly when they know I’m upset. One of them called for backup, or said something over the telepathic bond which prompted someone to come charging. And the excuse is going to be ‘Backup never hurt anyone before.’ but the thing is I can handle this situation perfectly fine on my own. Obviously someone doesn’t think so and it irks me that they don’t have faith in me. My knees start to ache so I drop to sit on the ground, still sheltered by the tree. I lean to the left though to keep an eye out for the human male that’s lighting up a cigarette only a few meters ahead still oblivious to real danger that’s literally lurking behind trees.

The restlessness of my pack which I can feel as well as hear the shifting has me shushing them out loud, hiding behind the tree glaring down where the trees roots which are peeking above the earth. The silence of my best friend has me glancing up at him. He’s still in the same position, holding his left leg up to cover himself up at least a bit, despite him being the least shameless of them all. He even proudly struts around showing off his body whenever the moon is full. Which isn’t bad, I mean I’m a simple female wolf alright and he’s an attractive and sculptured wolf himself. But unlucky for him because my mate beats him, in good looks, body wise, and behaviour and the way of thinking and everything else obviously. My mate is simply perfect.

But back to my best friend, who recently got a haircut besides the dirty blonde coloured locks…his profile looks sharper than usual as he’s clenching his teeth toghether. He has this look of concentration on as he glares straight ahead having most likely found the perfect angle to observe the hunter ahead of us. At leaves crunching I lean to the right to watch the human turn his back to us and starts to walk away.

Well what’s important right now is that we know exactly who and what the threat is. It makes it easier not having to figure out the creatures or well in todays’ case human’s weaknesses. They have plenty of them. But because of that they can be all the more difficult to take down.

The sound of paws quiets down into trutts as the group of wolves start to approach us cautiously. I’m proud of them, the training really paid off. I made them build a course actually last winter like they have in military and made us all run through it all winter and spring so we’d get more agile and stealthy too. Of course, back then it was a total bluff I saw the course on the TV from an American movie and went ‘Hey, why not try it’ and the effort (and bluff) paid off brilliantly. Jimin turns his head to look at me, his fingers curled into the soil underneath him. We don’t even need to speak for him to understand what I want from him, or in this case he from me. I simply nod giving him approval and then he’s off changing into his wolf form and disappearing between trees, rushing away from us.

I focus on listening to the newly joined wolves as they walk around with careful steps spreading out remaining hidden behind shrubs, bushes and trees, all the while the smell of wet dirt, gets replaced with the smell of different spices and herbs, which fill my nose followed by the undertone of muskiness that’s mixed with the scent of a vanilla body wash which belongs to none other than my better half.

Automatically I perk up my wolf getting distracted by the scent alone. I smirk as a slightly wet nose touches along my shoulder blade raising up, causing my lips to twitch and spread into a grin. The touch disappears but gets replaced by something soft and bigger brushing over my back and shoulder making me lean to the side and glance backwards. Something red flashes before my eyes and gets dumped onto my lap. I stare down at the clothing, as something soft covers my back, the tall wolf caging me in between himself and the tree, practically hiding me away, his fur offering warmth besides his body head that’s practically radiating from him. And then the soft grumble raises from his chest which vibrates directly behind me.

‘’Hey lov…’’ before I can finish and try to suck up because I went ahead without him to scout the borders of territory his tongue flickers over the side of my face making me grimace at the extra saliva which remains all over my cheek, the huff from him forcing me to directly smell his breath which smells of raw beef for some reason ‘’Ah so nice.’’ I say with a normal tone, trying to wipe away the saliva with the back of my hand but it isn’t doing much, while someone yips on my right. I spare the wolf that’s approaching us a glance before turning back to the task of cleaning myself as best as I can. Jin on the other hand growls low in the back of his throat, but isn’t not meant towards me which perks my curiosity.

I shift upon the sound of bone cracking, my packmates remaining all in their wolf form, except the now panting man. Namjoon’s tone is gruff at the moment as he kneels down naked as the day he was born ‘’Alpha.’’ He greets me respectfully bowing his head down, to which I nod in return and lean left once more narrowing my eyes letting my eyesight sharpen to see better in the distance. I spot something flickering; a fire. So, they’ve made themselves a camp after all, but for being hunters and all they aren’t experienced campers obviously. They picked out the worst possible place to set camp, as it’s out in the open even if the trees are thicker around this area the ground isn’t hilled so it’s not that great for camps if we are speaking strategically wise ‘’What’s the plan. We need to act now.’’ Namjoon asks almost growling out the words after a brief moment of silence, eyes already rimmed with red colour.

He’s already trying to hold his anger at bay and knowing that it makes me frown because he hasn’t been here not even 5 minutes. Years ago, when he was in charge of the pack while we were gone fighting in the war he had an encounter with hunters. They surrounded the heart of the pack and got them one by one, but killed off the families rather than the individuals. That experience scarred him for life, and he’s been subconsciously terrified of any type of hunters since then. It’s also one of the reasons why he refused the leader role, which I’ve offered many times to him when I started out. I was and still am happy being a second in command or a simple fighter in the pack I’ve never wanted to be in charge I mean not really. I’ve lacked the ambition because I was always satisfied with what we’ve had. Well until the war. But that’s a story for another time.

Jin presses his head against my back, which i smirk wanting to tease him about being clingy as he’s trying to dislodge me and make me pay attention to him but before any word can leave my mouth it clicks, the reason why he’s impatient and fidgety (besides the threat at hand) ‘’Ooohh my bad I’m getting dressed I got it.’’ I whisper in return reaching for the clothing raising up the shirt upside-down.

‘’So, the plan???’’ Joon urges on stepping closer to the two of us. Only now I realize I’m settled the closest to the enemy, while everyone is keeping back. A distraction comes in a form of Jimin, as he fast walks from my left meaning he finally completed the circle around the perimeter.

‘’Jimin-ah will give us some info so we know how to approach this better.’’ I reply back as the familiar sound of bones cracking fills the air again, the beautiful dark brown coloured wolf morphs back into my tiny but muscular and very capable best friend who crouches down next to Namjoon using a tree trunk to keep himself hidden. His hair is messed up, and he is still catching his breath but Namjoon growls upon the smell of humans that the beta has brought along. I simply glance at the alpha assessing the whole situation in my mind while my mate’s nose skims over my shoulders again. He’s way into this to think rationally or a strategy that would not be influenced irrationally, even though he is even better at strategy than I am almost always.

‘’They’ve properly set up the camp, they’ve just lit a fire and there are humans not far from here walking around in pairs. They will get closer to us soon.’’ Jimin explains eyes focused onto me as he remains serious and still focused heart pounding in his chest. I nod curtly tugging on the rolling stones t-shirt on first, before untangling the red hoodie from the pants Jin brought. He’s still pressed against my back as much as he can be to ‘shield me away from wandering eyes’ his words exactly, more than to keep me warm in the cool weather. But he remains silent and calm in the situation, not provoking anyone or saying anything, giving me support simple as that.

‘’What do you suggest we do, alpha?’’ Namjoon asks words getting everyone’s attention onto us, the restlessness of the pack getting more intense. I can feel it in the air, and hear by the way most wolves who are hidden further in the back are pacing around, and behaving irresponsibily almost starting petty fights between one another. It’s the waiting around that’s always the problem for anyone even for myself. I understand them completely, because I wish we could just charge in get rid of the pest and return home, but unfortunately this isn’t a light matter.

‘’Ambush.’’ Jimin states with a hard tone ‘’Take the walking humans out first, and then draw those in camp and make them spread out. We will hide under the dead leaves on the ground, the terrain is uneven so we can use it to our advantage…’’

‘’I’m going to talk to them.’’ I state tugging up the jeans cutting him off completely. Why the hell did Jin get me these pair of jeans?! He picked out one of the tightest ones, that make my ass look amazing but not wearing underwear is a whole another deal, and thing which note to self we need to discus about later on the way back home. So much about his modesty huh?!

And que the growling. The moment I state what I just did, Jin starts to growl in protests making me shush him gently and pat the side of his head, as he lowers it down, revealing his teeth ‘’Calm down jagi.’’

‘’What?’’ Namjoon snaps flabbergasted as well as the rest of the pack. Nobody is pacing anymore and the ones who entertained themselves with the leaves have stopped moving all together. I can feel their gazes trained onto us, as I push myself up onto my feet, but Jin doesn’t move away an inch still crowding my personal space completely ‘’Are you crazy?’’

I snort smirking as he stands up too ‘’I’m just going to talk to them. Negotiate, try and lure them away.’’ I explain turning around to look at Jin raising my hands up to run my fingers through his fur, sliding my fingers behind his ears to scratch him there as that’s where he likes to be petted the most, all the while with a look I try to reassure him too that its all going to be alright. My eyes glance around to take in my packmates that are lying around still hidden and patient. Two wolves are stationed on either side of the first and second line of both groups of wolves that are here with us, so they’re keeping a lookout just in case.

‘’Y/N-ah…’’ Namjoon starts and it has suddenly Jin growling and turning to the alpha with flaring golden eyes while Namjoon’s flash bright red. Jimin is quick to move still in his human form, stepping in front of Namjoon while I wrap my arms around Jin tugging him a few steps backwards. My mate despite being the best thing that has ever happened in my life he’s a cheeky one. He unnecessarily complicated things quite a few times.

‘’Enough.’’ I state in a normal tone but use my alpha voice because I don’t want this to blow out into a fight. Not here ‘’Jin, calm down.’’ I turn to him patting over his side, feeling him trembling with the effort of holding himself back. He shifts around me sidestepping, just as I place my hand onto his head, and stands in a way as if he’s blocking me from going anywhere while a beta growls louder the others up on their feet now too ‘’Jinnie, whatever you are thinking stop.’’ I warn him, raising an eyebrow when I met his eyes that are now giving me daggers.

‘’Alpha are you sure?! I think you should rethink this.’’ Jimin approaches me still keeping the other alpha behind him, his words cautious and properly pronounced. Oh, he’s worried. What a vote of confidence for my plan hurray.

‘’You need to trust me on this.’’ I start carefully making sure I’m addressing the pack and look into their eyes ‘’They are only humans.’’

‘’Pests with weapons and skills to end lives.’’ Namjoon comments clearly angry. Probably angry at me now too. But he’s wise enough to keep quiet and his thoughts to himself for now, having not yet shifted. The death glare he’s giving me is enough to provoke my wolf but I have enough self-control not to react as some would in this case.

‘’Not helping.’’ I hiss under my breath turning my back to everyone to face my mate that’s silently whining, bond overflowing with worry ‘’Hey, I’ll be fine c’mon. Have a little bit of faith in me.’’ I try offering a smile as I run my hands over his fur, trailing over his wolf features gently eyes not moving away from the beautiful molten gold ones that are staring right at me ‘’Plus, I’ll signal if anything even remotely feels off okay? I’m not going to get hurt, that’s not in todays plan. Or any long term one.’’ I add the last part as he pushes his head forward making me step back to hold him ‘’Ah none of that, c’mon. I’m the big bad alpha remember?’’ I end up whispering with a small smile. He huffs in the beginning but ends up whining, a tongue darting out to lick over my face, causing me to chuckle and again scrunch up my face as I stare at him.

‘’So unnecessary.’’ I use the underside of the sleeve, to wipe my face. Try my best too. Meanwhile my mate settles on running his nose over my back as I turn to face my second in command, eyes trained onto me the serious demander still present. Back at the heart he’d be teasing me restlessly but he’s tense as my mate is. Nobody is taking this situation lightly.

But I still offer a smile of reassurance and confidence ‘’Let someone know I’ll need my gear for this. And shoes.’’

Game on.

*15 minutes later*

The chatting is getting clearer the closer I get. I count easily 9 men outside roaming over the small camp doing whatever they were either ordered to do or just mindlessly wasting time. The last one is hiding in one of the tents, metallic sounds coming besides the song he’s singing under his breath. There are 4 more men around the camp on patrol. But I’ve put the responsibility onto Jimin to get rid of them quietly. I still can’t wrap my head around why did they decide to build the camp in such a spot. Its to big of a bold move to do from a strategical point, and too stupid to be simply from stupidity. I try listening in on the conversations going around. They are mostly talking in Russian but English gets mixed into their speech too. Bless my mom and dad rest their souls to have insisted on me learning languages when I was younger. (Plus watching ‘Friends’ and other shows with Namjoon helped) My parents hoped I’d find a good powerful mate but at the same time not to just be a trophy for him, but to actually have a say in things and some power on my own. They wanted me to be taken care of just in case so being able to communicate in different languages was a skill high up there in my education.

Rolling my shoulders, I readjust the string of the bow which I’ve just tugged over myself, letting my left-hand rest on top of the arrows, that are all stacked neatly in the silver quiver I got strapped onto a belt around my waist. The boots Ihave on, crunch the leaves underneath me rather loudly and obviously, which is unusual as I’m used to being quiet to sneak upon either prey animals or anyone back at home to scare them. Now I’m just loud and its annoying, not to be free and feel the dirt between my toes.

The red hoodie is a bit to warm, as it’s padded. But it’s the end of the winter, and the temperatures are still low. Up on the north of my territory the snow is still sticking to the ground after all. So, the hoodie, and long jeans, and the boots are very much so needed for the image. Plus, the bow and arrows are a nice touch both adorned in silver colours and crafted by my old man himself. He was not only a skilled alpha and very in tune with his wolf, but he was good at everything he did basically, even creating weapons the few times he did. And it’s a shame I don’t practice enough archery, I used to like hunting like humans do, but I almost always choose the chase.

I lick over my lips before biting onto the inside of my cheek to prevent myself from smiling. I’m out here in the open, loud for anyone to easily hear me miles away, and yet none of the men have noticed me yet. I don’t understand how oblivious they can be for hunters of supernatural beings. Or only werewolves I’m not sure. I still keep my steps heavy eyes trained onto the only older man that’s holding onto a paper map actually which is impressive as everything these days is digital. Even my own pack prefers phones and technology in general. Back to the older human he has long silvery hair, slicked back into a ponytail and beard that would make the modern men cry as it’s neatly trimmed and bushy. He looks fit enough for his age, bulky probably 6ft tall, and has a bulletproof vest on unlike some of the men that took theirs off. It’s like he is expecting something, someone. Us. Huh interesting.

Suddenly a shout goes off my eyes snapping to a man near the edge pointing at me as I still continue to approach them despite the guns that are being raised and pointed at me, lasers shining across my chest. Seriously they got lasers on the guns? Are they novices? They shout in Russian which sounds very aggressive the way they’re all glaring at me. I slowly raise my hands up remaining nonchalant.

‘’What a warm welcome.’’ I comment in english unimpressed glancing around, taking in the camp now closely keeping on a bored look. On my right they have crates with ammo, near a tent which my guess contains guns or other weapons and equipment plus that guy that kept muttering Abba songs under his breath has stopped. Humans can be easily predictable as rabbits sometimes. The tent in the centre belongs to the leader of the group who is the silver haired fella. Not hard to put two and two together as the younger men jumped into action immediately meanwhile he remained and even now is comfortably seated on his chair assessing me.

Also, panic is fairly reasonable, I would question very much if a girl out of nowhere would just walk up to us in the middle of the woods, armed with a single bow and arrows, and rather casual clothing definitely not meant for hiking. Its clearly danger written all over the situation. Or well, a death wish. Slowing my steps, I glance at the guy that’s now the closes to me frantically yelling something. Just gotta point out I didn’t learn Russian. I chose Japanese as there is neighbour pack across the sea and they are our allys. I only raise an eyebrow at the guy who moves his gun in a way that will guarantee him shooting me but by accident not purpose.

*’’I came to return something that you lost.’’* I speak up in broken Latin. The old man quirks an eyebrow but remains glaring at me while the men hesitate now and glance between the two of us guns still raised and loaded to go. Aggressive. I twist my hand downwards slowly watching him, waiting for a signal or anything. He then finally nods to which I carefully lower my hand into the quiver to tug out the only black feathered and plastic arrow with a sharp tip, meanwhile my own arrows are adorned with white feathers, and different shaped tips still deadly and sharp as the black ones.

But as I grip onto the plastic part fingers hidden the shouting picks up making me smirk ‘’Easy there boys.’’ I say calmly in English glancing between the two boys (I can’t call them men because they aren’t by the way they are reacting) who look the most nervous meaning they are the easiest to trigger. My calm falters as a wave of restlessness washes through the bond and it isn’t only from my mate but from the whole pack who are observing listening and watching my every move, every breath I take.

I glance pointedly at the leader who grunts something, and straightens up steely blue eyes fixated onto me. So, I tug out the arrow properly showing it for all of them to see. The guys fall silent still glaring at me and still carefully aiming theire toys either at my heart or head. To be honest I didn’t expect or anticipate that they would bring and have so many guns with them, so if it comes down to it, I better make sure to take the guns out of play first. Werewolf hunters are traditional as any other hunters usually, with old methods and weapons that they do upgrade of course. But I think this is only a test group. Novices.

My comment gets the older man to smirk ‘’So what are you supposed to be? Little red riding hood?’’ the man speaks with a low gruff voice his Russian accent very thick over the English words he speaks. I return the smirk and roll the arrow between my fingers sparing a glance down at the red fabric I’m wearing.

‘’Hm I kind of like the sound of that actually.’’ I wonder out loud ‘’But without the grandma or hunter part.’’

At the statement he raises an eyebrow ‘’And what about the big bad wolf part?’’ he grins licking his lower lip running a hand over his beard. (Ew nope)

‘’I lost him.’’ I shrug keeping on a playfully demander. The man chuckles deeply and pushes himself slowly to stand up map properly folded. He’s keeping it in a way that provides me from seeing anything, but I can see something red meaning it’s marked.

‘’Did you now?’’ he goes on ‘’Then where did you get that arrow from?’’ he gets this dangerous kind of glint in his eyes, like he wants me to give him the wrong answer. He’s counting on it. But I know he’s also curious about me it’s why I haven’t been shot on sight.

‘’Found it.’’ quick reply ‘’My guess it was your hit and kill. Shoot the leg so the creature doesn’t get far but long enough to lead you to the pack. But it died not far away from here.’’ I ramble on narrowing my eyes and keep my confident demander on despite the casual remark which stings at my heart. They actually managed to gang up on one of my trusted friends who went to patrol this part of the land. It’s why Taehyung is now bed ridden still healing, the silver having gotten into his system. But he was found quickly and brought back so the healers (we have two professional doctors in our pack) could give him help immediately.

‘’Exactly.’’ The man agrees too quickly for my liking ‘’So little girl, what is exactly your purpose here? It’s a little odd of you approaching us like this. In the middle of nowhere.’’ he finally gets to the point stepping around the fire. The men shift around eyeing him clearly not having their minds made on what to think about me or clearly what he’ll decide. Their shifting is caused because of nerves not because of fear.

‘’I think, from what I can see and deduct is we’re here for the same reason.’’ I reply watching him as he steps around his men instead of approaching me directly. He’s playing some kind of a game which I haven’t figured out yet ‘’I heard a rumour that a pack of werewolves lived around these parts. Apparently, they are weakened from the hard winter. So, I’m here to just…observe.’’

‘’Observe huh? Alright I’ll bite.’’ He nods along chuckling humourlessly ‘’That is a nice-looking bow you got here.’’

I immediately grin at his comment and stop moving the black arrow between my fingers ‘’Family heirloom.’’ I reply tilting my head to the side.

‘’And which family do you belong too little red?’’ he goes on stopping at the second line of his men. His steely blue eyes are still focused solemnly on me ‘’Because as far as I can recall, none of the families in this business which you would be part of, have wolves in theire crests.’’ The more he talks the more serious he becomes, his demander hardening visibly which has the men tense up, fingers twitching on the triggers of the guns ‘’Too much on the nose.’’

I click my tongue once raising an eyebrow showing off that I’m unbothered by his prodding. It’s a normal reaction from his side to be cautious. I twist my body a bit so everyone else can see the wolf crest on the quiver engraved into the leather.

‘’Neukddaega. Volk.’’ The man points out. I can hear the men’s heart beats speed up. I bite the inside of my cheek as a flood of agitation hits me this time and rolls in in waves, nerves, and uncertainty following after. It makes my skin clam up and my body to heat up. It’s not helping me keep up my act if my own pack distrust me and thinks I’m doing bad.

‘’They have all died down but one. What game are you playing at little girl?’’ the man demands getting angry. I try to cool down, and push back positivity but I know that Seokjin is getting worse and more impatient by the minute I’m here.

‘’No game. Young-chull sunbaeim is still very much so alive and still going strong. Plus, adopting is still something that’s very much so a possibility.’’ Every single word I’m speaking is a load of bullshit.

The man snorts out loud ‘’So you should have me believe that Neukddaega Young-chull the man who took down not one but two of the most powerful packs on the Korean peninsula, to have adopted a daughter, and sent her to kill of a pack of wolves? All on her own?’’ he laughs out loud my smirk only widening. Well there goes the bluff. But Young-chull is a retired man who leads a radio show in a small town near Busan. He’s harmless and gives advice at Christmas reunions whenever he travels here to see how we are doing. He’s my great, great, great uncle. That’s a thing don’t even ask for details it’ll only get more confusing. (A hunter that killed of two of the most powerful wolf packs in Korea...hmm interesting huh given that we still are standing and breathing *wink wink*)

‘’Best of the best.’’ I say confidently.

‘’Kill her.’’ the statement does throw me off a bit but I remain smirking still, ears picking up on the growls raising in volume. I drop the quiver so its resting over my thigh, moving my hand as if I’m readjusting the belt, but use the movement to slide my hand behind my back to signal my pack to stand down ‘’It’s nothing personal little red, I just dislike the Neukddaega klan, he and the ones before him have disgraced us enough.’’ With a nod to his men, he turns back ready to leave clearly unbothered as he expects me to go down easy. So, with him and the men distracted for the moment, clearly confident of the outcome I’m quick to inhale some air to let out a roar, which confused the men catching them of guard. And the moment alone is all I need for now.

A piercing howl follows from behind me shaking the humans up, several others howls following after the alpha’s. It’s a battle cry. I watch as the men before me start to react too slow to what’s happening, which I take as an advantage and gear up with my bow shooting and killing two gunmen, further ahead before they can even reach for their weapons. My gaze shifts onto the old man, that stares around into the woods with horror, when his eyes then turn to me. So, I let them bleed into scarlet.

‘’Little, little boy. Like in the words of the character you’ve labelled me with; my, my what a big juicy heart you have. Mind if I rip it out?!’’

I coo sweetly, blinking in a way that I know makes me look adorable but now terrifying with the red eyes as I scan the men that look at me with horror. The grin that stretches across my lips, show off my fangs and sharpening teeth, while some bones crack and shift in my body leaving behind a burning feeling, my senses sharpened adrenaline already rushing through my veins as the feeling of power fuels me.

I see the realization on the human’s faces as they pick up on the thudding of paws. The wolves charge from the tree lines with teeth bared, sharp claws ready to cut throats. The fight is engaged in the matter of a solid second. Unfortunately, the human men are trained till some extent and are quick to react drawing out weapons, and start to shoot at anything that moves. A rain of arrows and bullets shoot through air, missing most of their targets but, hitting one to many for my liking the yelps and cries echoing in my mind.

Like any other battle it becomes a blur rather quickly. I have my goal set and try to execute it; Get the guns and destroy them. I dodge a man that resorted in swinging his gun violently towards me, that I simply dodge and with an arrow in hand I lodge the slim weapon right through the bulletproof west, killing him instantly by piercing his heart.

I grab his gun using both hands, and squeeze the item the metal bending under my strength. As more guns go off, the angrier I get. The outrage that fills me has me rushing from one human to another just to kick the guns out of theire hands. I’m literally dodging bullets.

As I lunge at a man twice my size I’m only a second to late, his gun perfectly aimed finger triggering before I’m headbutting him basically in the gut causing him to double over. I draw out an arrow bow already in hand and in a quick manner let it fly the short distance between us, hitting him right between his collarbones. He choughs and gargles but my attention is on thegun shoot and thud that hits the ground behind me, a black furred wolf lying there unmoving. I know immediately who it is, sorrow spilling along my own emotions from the others. The boy acted selfless saving me and getting himself killed instantly instead.

Pair the grief, and pain of the loss both swirling inside me with different levels of emotions that I’m feeling from my back it gets to much, overtaking my wolf completely forcing me to stop and let out the most violent roar I probably ever did. (After the war ended)

It seems to shake the ground. This could have been avoided if the pests were smarter, I didn’t come here seeking war, they did. Said pests now are frozen eyes trained onto me, the battle line having thinned down to only 6 of them whose hands are shaking so bad their guns are rattling. And then everyone goes back into action, betas now left dealing with quickly gun-less humans, while I face a yelling man who though he was going to sneak upon me. The shout is obviously his downfall, the machete he’s wielding not even a threat given by the panic stricken all over him, rendering his moves clumsy. It takes me sidestepping and him tripping over a dead body, for me to grab at the back of his vest easily, and twist him around so he falls onto the ground onto his back, the machete wildly swinging missing my face a few inches, as I lean back instinctually. He hits his head down pretty hard making the job too easy as I take the machete right from his hand with no resistance, and use the momentum to swing the sharpened weapon down, lodging it and splitting his head in two, blood splattering everywhere.

Of course, in life when everything is great doing well then comes the downfall. And mine comes with a single yelp, that shakes me to my core.

My eyes raise but fall onto the large light brown coloured wolf, that topples over onto his back, while an exceptionally large man straddles him way to easily yelling and raising a knife high into the air, ready to strike.

My heart stops working.

I’m already on the move before I’m even aware at what I’m doing. The world around me comes to a literal stop as I move forward. I don’t see anything pass me, my vision zooning onto the threat at hand. Because he’s a direct threat to my own life. Someone charges at me but I know a second later when Namjoon tackles him my pack has my back covered.

Reaching them I feel as if the earth moves on its own beneath me raising me up higher so I can reach for the man’s wrist. A small press of my thumb causes his wrist to crack loudly and twist in a way which should definitely not twist. I don’t waste anymore time, and just open my mouth to sink my teeth into his neck as he falters onto his knees. He can’t even move in my hold as I’ve gotten him immobile and reduced in excruciating pain. He’s now more on my level which helps my teeth to tear into the flesh properly blood hitting my tongue which does make me gag, as there’s so much of it. But he doesn’t get the time to even shout for help or let out any noise. Still holding onto his wrist, I let go with my mouth letting the blood drip out, as I stare at the lifelessness on his face, body wobbling. With a tug (to harsh) his arm dislodges with a nasty crack, and the body goes sideways falling to the side and stays lying there unmoving.

I’m already turning around careful not to step on my mate who rolls onto his side instead of lying on his back uncomfortably. I can hear his frantic heart beating rapidly as its basically all I can hear, while my hands work over his body eyes darting over his soft fur that’s thankfully spotless besides patches of dirty and a leaves stuck to it on some places. I start sniffling expecting to smell his blood, but the more I get frantic the more he gets whinny at my touches wanting to twist around in my hold which I’m not letting him, keeping him down on all fours lying on the ground. There are still gun shots ringing the men giving in their all, so my instincts as I’m not completely aware of my surroundings are shouting for me to keep him underneath me, and make sure he’s unharmed before I can focus on anything else. As I’m about to ask and order him if I have to, to retreat an arrow zooms past my head making me glance up in surprise at a young-looking boy that shoot the deadly weapon. He missed big time, but he’s still standing across me, crossbow in hand while the glare shouts; murder.

Before I can react, I watch Jimin’s body charge into him. And he’s gone just like that. Not all fairy tales have happy endings. A particularly loud gun shot rings out through the seemingly eerie air, growls and shouts dying down with it. I spare another glance at my mate whose safe and unharmed and only then turn back to see my pack mates, standing and ready for more. The humans are all gone, the last one just now letting out his last breath.

Gradually, and rather instantly the pain just hits me. It flares up from the top of my arm and spreads all over my body. But it’s Seokjin cry, and whines that only slightly wakes me up from the haze I’ve fallen into. He is scrambling, raising up onto all fours while I look down at my left arm, red blood spilling from the open gashing wound. I don’t mind it, as I don’t particularly feel the pain because of the adrenaline rush. It’s Jin that brings my attention forth, as he curls himself around me in a protective manner and whines as he sniffs at me but snaps at whoever even glances at us. Our pack means well, they are family but he’s probably in shook and his instincts are making him a bit irrational and overprotective.

‘’Seokjin…I’m fine.’’ I reply absently reaching with my unharmed hand to pat him because my wolf is craving for his touch and closeness as he circles around me worrying way too much. He’s trying to distract me it’s clear, and I appreciate it and love him all the more for that. I pick up onto the cry a bit to late as it rings out though the air and has each wolf here snarling in anger. Its Jin that reacts the fastest rushing away from me, growling and snarling overpowering the human within the blink of an eye. I watch as Jin kills of the hunter by crushing his whole skull body falling on the ground properly dead this time (I think you know how he got his skull crushed let’s not get into all the gory details). It should be disgusting, but all I feel is gentle numbness still clutching onto me and pride of seeing my mate end victorious and see him so vicious in order to protecting me. I take a glance around now assessing how much wounded we have, my packmates are already in action the routine not changed as some shift, others remaining in wolf forms as our protectors.

I try to calm down my breathing and raging heart as Jin struts over to me whining again concern still flooding through the bond. He’s eager to start nuzzling his cheek against my back as I’m already covered in blood enough, but he has gotten the blood of the human on his silky and perfect fur which doesn’t seem to bother him at all, as usually he’d be smacking me for even approaching him with mud or any kind of dirt on me. The feeling of victory sets in as it washes over the pack, in a bitter sweet way. Bones cracking fills my hearing making me stand on edge…because besides all the ruckus I pick up on heavy panting but up far in the distance, which puzzles me.

‘’Anyone who can stand get the wounded, Hoseok go back to camp get Yoongi and Jeongguk and others will need help…’’ Namjoon’s voice is steady as he starts giving orders.

‘’Y/N-ah.’’ Jin speaks in a normal tone. Glancing at him with wide eyes he is still bloody like the rest of the wolves but the blood around his mouth…I tilt my head as I take him in in his human form ‘’It’s over.’’ He starts hands coming up to cup my cheeks but I look away towards the panting man I can clearly hear in the distance. And then I hear dialling.

I turn to Jin giving him the most serious alpha look I can muster ‘’Stay here.’’ I even use the tone which I hate to do on him, but it’s for his safety. I don’t use it on him much don’t let me make you think that I do, because I don’t it only happened once before. It’s always about him, he comes first no matter what. Pushing him away for good measure I catch a glance of Namjoon’s and Jimin’s serious faces but I’m already turning around and breaking into a run picking up my discharged bow, run changing into a sprint.

‘’Don’t Y/N-ahhhh…’’ I leave my mate behind, dashing between trees. He’s safe with the pack they’ll protect him. Usually I’m all for running, specially in my wolf form I’m faster than ever. But now I act on my instincts which are telling me to keep running like I am. I follow the harsh pants and the very breathless man, reaching him in record time. Hesitation is out of the window, instincts overpowering me. I knock him to the ground with my body, ignoring the flare of pain that makes me see white for a moment and stumble to a stop as he tumbles down crying and shouting. I pick up the small device that falls from his hand, and try gaining my balance quickly. As his cry dies in his throat, a voice picks up on the other end of the phone call that I instantly end, standing up straight glaring down at the panting man who has caused harm to my family.

‘’Get the fuck away from me…’’ before he can finish I’m already over him one foot on his chest, while I have already sheathed a silvery white arrow into my bow. His eyes widen expression changing into one of terror. The device having been dropped on the ground starts to ring again. Unknown number. But I know why he called ahead in the first place. Kneeling down I press the tip of the sharp arrow against his neck tugging the string back, and let out a heavy and displeased sigh as I stare back at him ‘’Please don’t kill me!’’ he pleads making me frown.

‘’You’re going to answer that and tell them the job is done.’’ I say calmly pressing the sharp tip higher over his neck to which he whimpers pathetically.

‘’But my men…’’

‘’You were ambushed, and the foolishness of the wolves cost them their lives as well as the lives of your men. You were under prepared but the small pack was wiped out. Understood?’’

‘’That’s…

I press the arrow firmer in slicing his skin open into a shallow wound but stop there ‘’Understood?’’ I let my eyes flash as I lean closer, to his trembling form. He nods faintly reaching for the phone to answer the call which he wisely puts on speaker.

I listen and watch him intently as he lies and goes along my plan. I don’t spare a glance at the wolves that approach behind us, and my mate that remains hesitant by Namjoon’s side. I press the tip some more into the guys throat who gets the hint, and starts to wrap it up putting on a calmer tone when I tug the deadly weapon away lessening the pull of the string. My arms were starting to ache from the strain. Finishing up he bids his goodbye to which I end the call, and straighten up staring down at him, crushing the device in my bare hand.

‘’What to do with you?’’ I wonder out loud frowning at the bones cracking behind me. Turning back, I stare at Namjoon that’s glaring at the human with blood red eyes already. His eyes snap to me.

‘’Head back. You need to get that checked.’’ He says in a low steady tone, eyes darting to my still open wound, as blood continues to drip down my arm.

‘’Who the fuck are you!’’ the man breathes out in horror beneath me ‘’You-you-you…’’ he starts to stutter and crawl backwards as I take a step back knowing my mate is desperate to leave and check up on me properly ‘’You-you-you w-were supposed to be a small pack, you-you are alpha female h-howw…?’’

‘’We need to get rid of this problem first.’’ I reply stepping closer to the man that raises his hands up, as in a shield crying out while Namjoon growls.

‘’I’ll take care of this, head back.’’ he says threatening making me raise an eyebrow. I glance at Seokjin that’s back in his wolf form looking at me pleadingly. Through the bond he is pleading for me to just listen to Namjoon. But my instincts are currently louder than the man that’s definitely not my alpha. I hold Jin’s look a bit longer and then raise the bow and arrow up, letting the arrow fly. The smell of urine hits our noses a second later making me frown as I glare at the man in disgust. The arrow is sticking from the ground only 2 cm away from his head near his temple.

Seokjin whimpers and, yips in distress. So, I take a step back and pull the bow around myself again. Straightening up I glance down at the man ‘’Should have skipped a pack or two or the whole peninsula. Neukddae sunbaenim isn’t a legend for nothing.’’ I comment nonchalantly and turn around to look at my mate. Namjoon has nothing to say to me as he’s already growling threateningly his wolf trying to take control. I glance at the two betas that are behind him, and with a nod they yip in return knowing what their job is as I step in silence to my mates’ side ‘’Namjoon-ah, don’t play around to much. I want you home and safe sooner than later.’’

‘’Yes alpha.’’ He growls back but not in a defiant way. Emotions are overtaking him, he needs to get this out of his system. And its cruel what’s going to happen, yeah for human standards. But they spared no empathy towards us. They see us as monsters and hunt us down when we haven’t done any harm to human kind. Not my pack at least. It’s why I don’t have any guilt for leaving him alone with the man. Meanwhile my mate walks right next to me silently, head hung low not making any noises besides the occasional sniff at my arm.

‘’Jinnie…’’ I whisper as I come to a stop mid step once we’re alone in between trees further away. He glances up at me, letting out a whine as he leans down to sniff at my face his nose going towards my shoulder that he frowns at ‘’It doesn’t hurt stop worrying so much.’’ I try and reach with my clean hand up to brush at the side of his face. He whines some more eyebrows furrowing as he glares at me, no words need to be said for me to know what is going on in his head.

‘’Alright, alright. Let’s go home.’’ I state while he yaps feeling relief as we head along. I smile up at my mate that got successful unharmed in this battle. This time.

*Same night*

‘’Fall back!!! Fall back!!!!’’

Its blurry, my eyesight is all blurry and mixed up with shadows as I stare ahead at figures moving around me but nothing makes much sense. My dad’s voice is loud in the clearing, between the shouts,growls, and hisses, and painful cries ringing throughout the field that’s been covered in blood the last time my vision was clear. And that was a few moments ago before I got hit over the head with something, that almost knocked me unconscious.

I glance up from the fighting ahead to a dark figure that’s approaching me. The hiss I feel is directly in my ear but I can’t pinpoint what’s happening. A wolf growl ends the hissing creature abruptly that falls silent with a cry. I blink a few times, hoping it’s going to help me out as I feel my body that’s sore from all the fighting and dirtied by all kinds of nasty shit protest but still try to heal itself. Not as fast as it should be, which only raises more chances for a guaranteed death. Despite the odds I raise onto my knees, and away from smelling shit right under my nose.

‘’C’mon kid get up!!! Get up!’’ comes a gruff tone urging me onto my feet. It hurts, everything hurts and I want to die right here right now. I’m not sure if it’s because of the tone above me or some other force, but my eyesight gets clearer an I start feeling overly-grateful to see again. I stare baffled at my dad’s second in command who is more of an uncle to me standing at my side. His kind eyes are firm, angry and full with concern as he stares at me cupping my face. He has changed into his human form like I did, the armour we’re wearing shrunk to cover our human bodies up properly. And when we turn the straps stretch out to cover our vitals parts on our wolves’ bodies ‘’You can’t give up now kiddo! We’re so close! So close!!’’ he goes on encouragingly offering a grin ‘’C’mon it’s like we’ve been practicing all this time, right? Keep concentrating on your surroundings don’t let…’’ he gets cut off gasping for air knees giving out. Distress fills me as I spot the black arrow sticking right in the crack of his armour. A cry leaves from my lungs as I watch his body fall down, meanwhile the archer only a few feet away stares me right in the eyes. As he gets another arrow ready he gets quickly taken care of by the still clearly eager and very ambitious alpha from the mountains up north from our territory. Sang-min or something I think his name is.

‘’Rip theire throats out! Every last one of them!!!’’ dads voice rings out sending me into action, claws growing again as a vampire approaches, swiping his own hands to kill me, but I’m faster than him ducking away and getting close enough to sink my fingers right into his neck.

He burst into flames to which I only tug my hands away and sidestep sparing an apologetic look to my fallen brother, uncle, and then break into a run. I need to get to my dad. I need to tell him…it’s all my fault…

It’s when desperation starts to sink in as I look around. So many dead bodies. So many ashes strewn across the once green field, so many bodies of wolves. So much blood and gore and loss…I shouldn’t be seeing this. I shouldn’t be watching the people who raised me between the fallen. I wanted to travel the world, dad said I could. I should be in France or in Brazil or who knows where and not here barely 19 and seeing so many dead packmates, and other packs which I considered friends and distant relatives.

And I especially shouldn’t be seeing how my dad gets his throat ripped out while his eyes meet my own. The vampires are too quick on him ganging up, one successfully sinking its teeth into his neck and then just pulling the flesh away as he falls onto his knees, killing two of them. I should not be here. I should not have looked into his blazing red eyes, and see how his soul leaves his body, my own getting suddenly filled with power. It’s so much power it scares me shitless more than the vampire that’s charging at me. I watch my alpha, my leader, my father how his lip tugs upwards into a smile, a faint nod in my direction. He’s handing the reins over to me. He’s blessing me and approving the new leader of our pack.

It shouldn’t have happened this way. This should have never happened. With all the loss and death, a glass shattering, ear numbing, and soul shaking roar comes from my lungs. Its gets everyone’s immediate attention onto myself. But I’m ready. I know I am. I will kill every single bastard on this field. Even if it’s only for today that I’m alive, if I’m meant to die I’m going to die when every last single threat is left dead and forgotten.

My eyes open that’s a start. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, and skin covered in a thin layer of sweat. Then the pain rolls in. Ah man I forgot about his. Scrunching up my nose I keep the noises of protest in, remaining silent as I glance down at my bandaged arm. My gaze quickly turns to my mate, lying on his side of the bed, hands clutching onto my pillow a small frown settled over his flawless features. He’s the one that decided not to touch me, because of the wound. The bullet luckily went straight through my bicep, it passed the bone meaning it was a clean cut. But it’s going to take time to heal. And I’ve lost a lot of blood which is why he didn’t let me do absolutely anything besides lying down till I feel asleep earlier while he took care of the pack instead.

He truly is amazing. Not only did he patch me up like a professional doctor would, he also ordered me around with enough firmness that had me staying still and made my wolf submit effortlessly to him. He then went out and took the reigns with ease, going as far as to help the wounded wolves and arrange for a funeral for the fallen one. And then he went to reassure everyone probably individually and made sure they were alright. With patrols decided and sent out, he went to Namjoon and Jimin to settle them down. I could feel worry radiating from miles away from them both. From all of the pack actually.

But he calmed down the situation with gentleness, and voice of reason. And despite being an omega like some love to label everything, he did an even better job than I ever would. And I’m so proud and amazed by him. He’s magnificent and I can’t wrap it around my head how the fates have been so merciful for someone like me to deserve someone so kind, so pure, gorgeous beyond belief, and so lovely to be my soul mate. It’s just……. yeah.

Turning my head towards the window the moon is shining a bright light through, lighting up the room making it feel as the world is at a standstill. Glancing out I stare at the trees, knowing that the forest outstretches thickly behind the first line. My bones are already itching to shift, wolf getting quickly restless with just lying still. The wound starts to burn though, and normally it would stop anyone from wanting to do anything, but I want to run. We’ve lost someone today and its gradually hitting me more and more, the realization and guilt. He was set to go to college. He didn’t want to be tied down to the pack for now, he wanted to become an engineer. And we’ve gathered enough money to set him off properly as he got into that fancy college in Seoul out of all places. His whole life was barely ahead of him. I remember our talk, he told me he wants to make us proud. And now he’s dead. And it’s all my fault. And no one else’s.

Its why I want to run. I want to run, and feel his spirit run with me as I do whenever I run on full moons. I feel as if the spirits of my family, my fallen friends and brothers and sisters are running free with me. But the ache in my arm is a overwhelming, it burns as if acetone was spilled directly into the open wound the more I move as I sit up, the bed not creaking luckily.

As I hunch over staring at the lines on the sheets I’m trying to contain the breathlessness from the effort. Glancing back Jin is still unmoving chest raising and falling slowly. I should stay here with him. Even if he did a good job out there, showed proper leadership and was basically the beacon of strength; once he checked on me, he crumbled into tears the moment the doors to our bedroom closed. He wasn’t afraid not even once for his wellbeing he wasn’t afraid to lose his life today. He was afraid, terrified of loosing me. And same goes for me, but I’m still more used to death. Even if the war is over and has been for many years now, I’m used to it.

Sliding my legs down, I let them hang over the edge while I just stare down at the shadows of the trees on the ground from the light of the moon, that’s flooding onto the bed as well.

‘’Jagiya…’’ comes a sleepy voice word a bit slurred ‘’Don’t go…’’ he speaks slowly arm outstretching his fingers brushing over my lower back, making me tense up briefly like I do whenever he touches my bare skin. He’s the visual between the two of us, with flawless unmarked skin (usually unmarked(after giving him proper treatement his skin healed fully)) long strong limbs, lithe body and delicate features. Recently he dyed his hair blonde which is even more killer for my heart and sane mind to handle.

‘’I won’t. Go back to sleep my love.’’ I murmur back offering a smile. But he’s grimacing rubbing his eyes and forces himself to wake up. So stubborn.

‘’I’m fine…’’ he states determined making me chuckle as he doesn’t stop touching me, as he shifts getting up and scotching closer ‘’Wide awake, I wasn’t even sleeping just resting my eyes.’’ He goes on yawning as his arms wrap around me, while he spreads his legs on either side of me, and tugs me back to lean into his embrace while being very mindful of my arm, that limply rests over his knee.

‘’Sure, you were. Keeping watch for anything and everything.’’ I tease him but he only hums in agreement, his left hand resting over my stomach fingers spread to hold me close and, in a way, as if he’s preventing me from running away, while his other hand is gently tracing the few scars on my thighs. His breath makes me shudder briefly as it passes the side of my neck.

He chuckles absently still sounding sleepy, but doesn’t let me go ‘’Nightmare?’’ he asks carefully not pushing me to reply or anything, because the brief silence that settles isn’t uncomfortable.

‘’Yeah.’’ I admit honestly finding out since the third night we’ve sleep together (only slept in bed lets be clear here) that I absolutely cannot lie to him. And I’ve tried, okay this sounds nasty and mean but he didn’t allow me to eat a full plate of cookies okay which he baked only for me. I like cookies. A lot.

He presses a gentle kiss to the side of my neck, before nuzzling his face into it ‘’I’m sorry princess.’’ He murmurs sincere his heart feeling heavy. I know because I can feel it through the bond ‘’Wish I could do something, anything to take them away.’’ It hurts me how sincere he is. I turn my head to the side to look at him and directly into his dark brown eyes that stare right back at me full of emotions. So, I lean forward to brush my lips against his.

‘’You’re making it better already. It doesn’t hurt that much anymore.’’ I take a hold of his hand as it makes its way upwards, over where my heart beats steadily.

‘’But it still haunts you.’’ He goes on seriously placing his chin onto my shoulder his other hand coming to roam over my back tracing the bigger scars that are littered there from years of fighting and that are the aftermath from the war mainly ‘’Even though you are healed, you can still feel the wounds and remember the pain.’’ He starts, his words exactly describing what my body is feeling ‘’And that’s what brings the memories up, and nightmares. I want to replace them completely with good memories. You still don’t have to tell me what happened, or what you’ve been through. I’m going to stay here by your side no matter what Y/N. If you tell me or don’t. I won’t love you any less. Only more.’’ I blink away the tears that gather in my eyes and glare at the light from the moon and how the trees dance in the wind it’s tops getting ruffled around.

I close my eyes after a while as my heart feels like it only gets heavier and heavier with the love that I’m feeling towards him. Its indescribable all the emotions swirling through me, the thoughts racing through my brain. And then he starts to sing, as if he isn’t perfect enough. I can pick up on the melody, the instruments even if there are none playing. His voice creates calmness in the storm that’s ragging inside me, the pain and misery that’s been haunting me for years slowly easing back, making my shoulders feel lighter. Its all thanks to him, all the shit I’ve went through I’d do it all again if it means I could meet him again in another lifetime. I’d go to war for him. I honestly would do anything, if he wants something I’ll get it. I’m completely and utterly obsessed and in love with him.

As he continues to sing, I push away the insecurities and the overwhelming feelings of everything that I feel are starting to choke me. Turning my head to the side I grab onto his knees firmer getting his attention, a smile starting to raise over his lips as he sings soft notes, that make my heart throb. I cut him off mid-word leaning in to kiss him, just to feel his soft lips against my own.

He’s smiling into the kiss at first, the simple press not enough to satisfy my wolf which prompts me to move firmer. He eagerly returns the kiss, keeping it light and chaste. But the carefulness, the way he’s so gentle and cautious to move his hands over me is quick to raise the itch to run again. So, I turn in his hold in defiance and grab the end of the shirt he’s wearing tugging him closer to me, pressing my lips harder against his, letting my tongue daringly lick over his lower lip hinting what I want.

‘’Ah Y/N-ah…’’ he breaks the kiss a bit breathless while I take the moment of his hesitance to raise onto my knees turning around to face him, and stand above him cupping his face leaning in for another hungry kiss, my wolf growling inside my head repeating ‘Mine, Mine, Mine, Mine’ over and over again. I could have lost him today. So many things could have gone wrong. Never again!

His hands land over on my hips, which earns himself a growl as my frustration kreeps growing. I grab at the back of his hair a bit too harshly bending his head upwards. As he gasps I take the chance to slide my tongue between his lips brushing it against his.

Of course, he leans back to break the kiss, to look at me properly ‘’As much as I’d love to, you’re hurt Y/N-ah we can’t…’’ as he talks I dip down to lick along his long slender neck, before I start pressing kisses over the side, nipping at his skin making my way towards the spot that makes him boneless usually whilst listening to him stuttering and losing his train of thoughts ‘’…you’re seriously hurt! S-stop please, Y-Y/N, d-don’t be rid-d-iculous ah…’’ he gaps at a particularly harder bite which I’m quick to lick over, my hands lowering down over his broad shoulders, fingers spreading as I run them down his front over his pecks, and all the way down to the end of the t-shirt he has on.

‘’I want you, simple…as that…’’ I say in return between bites my voice slightly gruffer as the full moon is acting up onto us more. I’m more in tune with my wolfish side right now.

‘’N-noo…’’ he tries to protests hands not gripping me with effort at all. I’m pleased as I tug the shirt up which makes him move his arms on his own, and all the more easier for me to undress him. I let it drop somewhere either on the bed or floor too preoccupied with taking him in finally bare for my eyes only. Shamelessly I just stare at his glistering pink lips, messy blonde hair and hooded eyes which are boring right back into my own, while his chest heaves breathing having gotten laboured from the sensations and ministrations.

‘’Jin…’’ I whisper sensually directly into his ear, hands coming up to grip onto his hair the way he likes, making him expose his neck to me again, while I scotch forward with my knees forcing his legs to close enabling me to straddle him and pull myself closer so that my breasts restricted by the sports bra he put me in earlier brush against his own chest. Finally, I can also rub my clothed core against his crotch, the brief friction very welcomed causing us both to sigh in relief, my hips moving on their own ‘’My love…’’ I breathe out just brushing my nose along his jaw and cheek ‘’I want you so bad, I love you so much with all my soul. Let me show it. Let me show just how much I absolutely love and adore you with my everything.’’ I try enticing him, try to break his resolve.

Surprisingly enough his fingers dig into my hips as if to stop me while his gaze hardens mouth that was parted closing, his eyes which had fallen shut open ‘’Princess, you’ve been wounded badly, and lost a lot of blood. You should rest, and sleep to regain your strength. I know you’re the big bad alpha but you need rest and heal.’’

But I know he wants me just as much as I want him. And as much as I admire and appreciate his concern over my heath I don’t hold back the animalistic snarl, fingers tightening as I feel my sight clearing eyes probably bleeding into a crimson colour which he once said he describes as blazing red fire. Or rubies its different depending on certain nights and moods.

‘’I’m alright as long as you are Seokjinnie. Stop worrying I’m fine I’m alive, as you are now let me worship you like you deserve to be worshiped and loved. You were so brave today, I’m so proud of you. So so proud and even more in love if that’s possible.’’ I firmly state lying my emotions out in the open once more for him to know and be aware of. Sometimes we both need reassurances spoken out loud even though we’re perfectly aware of being literally destined for each other.

His lower lip wobbles a little, eyes blinking quickly as he stares up at me, so I slowly lean in to start the kiss gentler and sweeter at first. But being myself I’m quick to get impatient, hips starting to roll on their own to tease him more, as he’s already half hard. And this time around his arms wrap around my waist firmer, but I know he’s still being mindful of my arm more than I am. Unfortunately for me, because one of my favourite things to do is to simply keep kissing him, is the whole air thing which we both run out off. So, I break it off to lean back staring at his slightly swollen lips letting go of his blonde locks to reach for the sports bra wanting to tug it upwards, but the shoot of pain that catches me of guard at a movement I make with my arm, does have me flinching which sets him into immediate action by pushing my hands gently away and he himself reaching around to unhook the bra.

‘’Let me, princess.’’ He says gently, raising the annoying piece of clothing and restriction off tugging it carefully over my right arm. He’s quick to lean in lips tracing kisses starting from my right shoulder down my arm, tugging the bra off slowly as he moves down with his lips making me chuckle, until he reaches my knuckles the bra now removed completely. He straightens back up again love practically sparkling in his eyes ‘’So pretty all for me.’’ he murmurs pressing a kiss on top of my hand like a proper gentleman, before he intertwines our fingers together and leans forward initiating the kiss himself this time.

But I start to push at his chest gently, lifting myself so I’m standing on my knees. I start giggling as he eagerly follows, lips chasing my own a quiet whine leaving from his chest ‘’Scotch up, I’m not going anywhere.’’ He looks at me with puppy eyes, but tugs me along with him earning a grin of amusement as he expertly moves us to the middle of the bed spinning us properly and still maintains the position we were in, once he leans against the pillows and headboard.

‘’You better not be.’’ He growls lowly in a warning sparkling mischief in me. I shake my head simply resting my hands over his flat tummy as I steal a kiss.

‘’Wouldn’t dream of it. Ever ever.’’ I reply in return my words making him growl but in satisfaction as I duck down again to press a kiss onto the side of his throat the growl turning into a breathy moan that has a hint of desperation to it. So, I start the descend taking my time, marking his perfect skin taking in the dips of his collarbones, boldly licking over his nipples, then trailing down his belly, that hitches with laughter at some points when my breath fans over. Smiling I spare a glance up, his eyes already hooded, heart beating faster with anticipation the more I slither lower.

Once I reach the hem of the sweats he’s wearing he cocks up an eyebrow tsking ‘’I thought we’d agreed to be careful.’’ He starts to which I sigh but straighten up supporting myself with only my right arm raising onto my knees and lift my hands in surrender.

‘’Alright big bad omega, undress then.’’ I reply simply standing near the end of the bed now watching as a blush taints his cheeks as he realizes what he’s done. No matter how many times I’ve seen him naked which I’m always very happy about seeing, he still gets shy on me. And I think I’ll never get tired of it or him being extra possessive whenever we’re out like earlier when he shielded me from everyone’s gazes. He is just too precious ‘’Would you look at that.’’ I purr practically as he slides the sweats and only sweats down his long slim legs (no underwear included *wink wink*) keeping his eyes on my own ‘’Gorgeous every inch. And all mine.’’ I lick over my lips visibly, my whole-body buzzing with excitement from just seeing him like this. At my disposal. And bluntly putting it; hard because of me and me alone.

My eyes trail over his quickly raising and falling chest, as he leans back onto his elbows, his flushed dick still coloured prettily in pink, a vein popping up on the underside of it but otherwise, it’s standing proudly against his stomach.

‘’Don’t just stare. You can touch princess. You promised to show me how much you love me.’’ he goes on challenging. And my wolf instantly takes the bait, he knew exactly which words to say. I feel my eyes flare, and body shake with anticipation while I feel myself getting wetter wanting to rub my thighs together. But I decide instead to move forward like a predator heading towards its prey.

I bend down, supporting my upper half on my right arm while my body rests onto the bed feet hanging of the edge of the bed a bit. I take in the musky smell that’s only him besides the vanilla shampoo that always lingers on his skin besides my own scent which I always make sure to leave as much as I can on him. I stare straight up, noting the way he swallows tickly watching my every move. Instead of teasing him tonight, licking and kissing around his thigh or leaving more marks behind I stick my tongue out and run it from his balls upwards till the tip of his gorgeous cock quickly. It has him shuddering breathing out slowly while I look down to trace the vein with my tongue firmer, while with my right injured arm I bend it comfortably so I can cup his balls. He tenses up but I pay no mind and lick around the base not touching his cock properly like he’d want me to do.

So, I settle for kitten licks, sometimes across his balls and around the base mainly all purely teasing, but as expected he’s whining soon enough, desperation growing ‘’Please…’’ and there it is. I have to hold back the grin and my own pleasure of seeing him rendered into this state so quickly. I only cock an eyebrow up in question meeting his eyes dead on as I lick a long stripe from the balls till the head again. And repeat it ‘’P-please Y/N…ahhhhhh…P-Please, please, pleas-aaaaaahhhhh…’’ he hisses as I blow some cool air over his cock which is starting to feel sensitive I’m sure.

So now I let myself grin, but give into his pleas and take him in my hand raising his cock up as I lift myself and get closer, darting my tongue out to lick away the precum that has finally started to gather on the tip. I glance at his hands as his fingers grab a hold of the sheet underneath us firmly.

He starts to squirm, as I intentionally circle my tongue around the head of his cock. He’s practically crying desperately trying to hold himself back, but oh the pretty sounds he’s letting out…

‘’C c c, won’t you let me hear your pretty voice my sweet prince?’’ I coo tapping onto his cock with a finger gently just to provoke him. Before he can say anything, I’m leaning up and sinking down taking him into my mouth quickly and suddenly. He tenses up like a string the more I go lower my tongue caressing the underside. All the while I’m trying hard not to gag, the more he goes down my throat. I’ve already taken in a big breath so I focus on bottoming for starters, fingers simply circling around the bottom of his cock once I reach my limit. He’s panting hard above me trying not to move or dislodge me. I hum in approval which has him gasping choking while trying to say my name.

I exhale through my nose and inhale his scent gladly, while he’s trying to keep his sanity basically. I can feel everything that he’s feeling through our bond. It gets my own body to heat up, and to clench around nothing the ache getting more urgent, the need to be filled up urging me to go faster.

So, I raise up, some of my saliva dribbling down but its better if its wetter. I hover above the tip lips kissing it, before I lower back down. And from there on its easy to set a pace which I’m comfortable with, without rushing or anything just taking my time and making sure I’m letting my tongue slide along him perfectly as well as to keep my lips close around him, while I suck from time to time teasing and edging him even more. At some point he starts to moan and whine out loud whenever I do something that grazes against him just right.

‘’Ahhhh s-stop, stop, stop, I-I’ll cum-m I’ll c-cuhhhhhhhhhhhhh!’’ he suddenly states shakily, reaching for me hands landing on my shoulders gently, while he breathes quickly trying to catch his breath as he looks at me with furrowed brows, a whine dragging on as I pull off him with a pop licking over my lower lip to chase the taste of him.

‘’Seokjinnie…’’ I breathe out raising up to my knees. Even though he’s already a bit fucked out, he’s quick to sit up both hands raising to cup my cheeks attention entirely on me now ‘’Help me, get this off, I need you so bad jagi, so bad…’’ I get more breathless as I speak, feeling the urge to claim him almost taking over. Its strong and only building as I let one leg slip over his thigh as his hands stop me from moving for a moment. I stare as he easily rips the panties off, leaving me finally bare. I’ll be mad at him for ruining yet another pair later.

Right now, I’m more interested in slamming my lips against his, still absolutely loving the way his plush lips are like cushions against my own. His hands land over my ass fingers digging into the thick flesh, which he gladly spreads and stars kneading making me smile after a while as he purrs the more the kiss and his actions go on. Leaning back, I take one look and then push against his chest with my healthy hand so he falls on his back. He bounces for a moment, eyes focused on me, while I straddle him once more and hold myself above him lips parted as I gently take a hold of his cock. He hisses hands coming up to grip onto my hips to help guide me down.

I don’t know why we both hold our breaths, but we do it as I start lowering down and hover moving the tip of his dick up and down over my folds, letting him feel just how fucking drenched he got me. And he didn’t even touch me for fucks sake, this is the result of kissing and grinding, and the sight and feel of him. He lets out this beautiful moan, as I let my finger dart over his slit experimentally and then something finally snaps within me. So, I position him at my entrance and start sinking down, the stretch burning the slightest bit but it only sends tingles and zaps of electricity of pain and pleasure through me.

Once I’m fully seated we let out our breaths, smiling widely. The world feels like it’s complete and perfect. Nothing is out of balance and everything is alright once more. Besides the slight burning in my arm, and the ache not leaving me only getting more present having been sedated for a few minutes only I’m very happy right now. I glance down, at the way my mate has been rendered, taking in air through his mouth as well, lips slightly bruised probably from him biting onto them. He’s covered in a thin layer of sweat, some of his blonde locks are now mated to his forehead and still he looks like the most gorgeous creature in the world. And he’s all mine.

His hands raise reach for my thighs as I raise up, slowly at first letting out a shaky breath once I lower myself back down again because it just feels soooooo good. I grip onto his hands that come to rest on top of my hips just to hold me for now. So, with my own strength I start raising and falling, moving my hips back and forward to properly ride him. Soon enough the mattress starts moving with us, the bed creaking the tiniest bit but I’m completely engrossed into the way he’s breathing, different little sounds like gasps half whines leaving him. He has this disbelief written on his features as he stares at me, the bond telling me clearly that he’s feeling what I was feeling not even a few moments ago. Undeserving.

I gasp upon a hard thrust as my mind trailed off for a moment the slam renders me to stop for a moment, to catch my breath ‘’You okay?’’ I ask with a smirk everything already feeling tingly, and perfect even if I’m not sated. As long as he feels good I have no problems doing all the work or just giving him pleasure. But he’s nodding eagerly licking his lips.

‘’Want me to…’’ but I shake my head leaning forward to brace myself against his chest trying to keep more pressure on my right arm than left. Getting back into the slightly fast paced rhythm is easy, the way I move has him lowering his hands down and gripping onto my ass harshly provoking out a growl, as I tighten around him but still keep bouncing despite his slightly restricting hold. As my thighs begin to burn I force his hands onto my thighs again leaning forward to try and start slamming myself down onto him. It has my toes curling soon enough, body feeling overheated and getting sensitive, the deeper he enters upon my harsh slams.

My breath hitches harshly when his hands start to move. Glancing down he has propped his head comfortably against a pillow, and is staring at me with lustful eyes, expression flushed pink a contrast almost to his paler skin, lips bitten into a cheery red color. But his hands remain raising, fingers unabashed moving over my hip bones, up my tummy all the way over to my bouncing breasts, which he takes in his hands eagerly squeezing them. I groan at that, and the way he massages his fingers working perfectly and then he’s quick to pinch my nipples which has my hips stuttering and coming to a still. It doesn’t stop him from flickering his fingers over the sensitive nubs, and continue playing with them ‘’You’re doing so well for me princess…’’ he breathes out sounding in awe ‘’You feel so tight and wet for me.’’ he groans at the way I clench thanks to his words that evoke a blush to cover my cheeks.

I end up smiling bashfully for a moment, but stubbornly sitting up straighter still breathing in slowly trying to calm down my racing heart, ignoring the want, the need to just wreck him ‘’Its all your fault. You do this to me, jagiya. All your fault.’’ I tell him the truth, one of his hands trailing lower, past my stomach touch only ghosting over my skin. My mouth parts as I carefully watch how his slightly crocked fingers finally reach my clit, which he brushes briefly.

I hiss and launch forward falling onto my hands above him. I’ve grown sensitive from the neglect but in the best way possible. My arm blazes on fire, but I keep the pain hidden from my features not wanting him to worry ‘’Ah careful.’’ He breathes hands ready to catch me of course yet he ends up smiling as I settle down just staying there above him ‘’I should take some responsibility huh?’’ he asks pushing his legs out, getting me exited.

‘’Yeah you c-c-coulddd, oh g-g-g-h-h-h-h-h-a-a-a-h-h…’’ I can’t finish my sentence even as he starts to thrust up the angle too much as he fills me up completely, dick throbbing inside finger still ghosting over my clit repeatedly. I grab onto the bed sheets and just try and keep myself sitting up because that’s all I can do. But it’s hard not to let go and let my arms and thighs cave, the more his thrusts get powerful and faster.

He pinches my nipples one more time evoking a long high-pitched moan from me, and then grabs onto my hips holding me still as he digs his legs properly into the bed and starts fucking me effortlessly it seems. His expression is contorted into one of concentration jaw tightened and the hard look he has makes him look dangerous in a way. It turns me on even more, making me slicker and to tighten around him, once the edges of his eyes start to bleed into molten gold. He starts to growl, chest purring and vibrating his tone deep and dominant. I feel my wolf growl in return eyes sharpening which has e seeing him with new eyes in a way. He is so fucking gorgeous I fucking can’t even. My heart one day is going to fucking explode from how much I’m in love and love him.

‘’Princess…’’ he starts of breathlessly ‘’M-move with m-m-e…’’ he manages to get out, everything from his body language as he tenses up again, and the strain he’s going through to simply talk indicate he’s close. The wave that was slowly pleasurably raising in the pit of my stomach suddenly sky rockets, everything getting overwhelming, my body burning up from pleasure and the feel of him. I nod wordlessly, his hands now as he thrusts up slam me down right onto him.

Then the mantra begins the chanting of his name, leaving from my tongue over and over. I stare as his eyes now beautifully coloured golden are fixated onto me, my arms finally buckling so I land onto my elbows masking the groan of pain with one of pleasure as he thrusts just in the right time as I tighten around him. His groan is much louder and rushed breathing now harshly as he stares at me, and wordlessly continues to thrust ‘’Close?’’ he asks pleasure being conveyed through the bond which syncs us up. I simply nod quickly closing my eyes to lean my head down, resting it next to his as I can simply pant and use the last strength I have to hold myself up. His hands grab my ass spreading my ass cheeks, and then he’s off using the last bit of his own strength to fuck me.

The intensity of this orgasm is fucking mind numbing. I feel it from the core of my stomach, as it fucking explodes and like shrapnel spreads all over spreading through my body violently, leaving me clenching impossibly tight, and shaking as he holds me through it. At some point in the middle of all the white noise I’m hearing, I can feel how he grunts and ends up coming with a moan of my name, filling me up.

My left arm is of course the first one to give out the right one tired to as I’ve been using it more tonight. So, I let myself lie onto him comfortably not concerned with crushing him as he’s a strong werewolf and besides I am a lightweight to him.

The white noise soon buzzes off, leaving the room silent besides our breathing and heart beats. He’s still catching some sanity, which I take advantage to nuzzle my face into his neck and scent mark him properly as he can’t do much. I’m making sure he’s going to properly smell like me for days no matter how many showers he’ll take after. As he starts to mumble and grumble words still unintelligible I chuckle at how adorable he is going further than I thought I could and properly bite into his shoulder. He jerks gently as I suck harshly leaving a mark behind. Despite our healing abilities its going to stay there for a day or two.

‘’…no…meanie…’’ he mumbles as I start licking over the abused skin pressing kisses as an apology all around it ‘’Hmmmm…’’ he’s still not making much sense, so I start trailing gentle kisses over the side of his neck giving him mercy by bypassing his sensitive spot to raise up his neck, over to the corner of his jaw which I bite gently but he moves his head away growling half-heartedly.

So, I end up pressing kisses over his chest, tipping his head back myself, to pepper kisses all over his face. The frown disappears expression relaxing the more I do it. Well until he has regained normal thinking abilities.

‘’Alright, alright stop, I get it.’’ he states in protest grinning widely trying to move his head away every time I lean in but I always land a kiss ‘’You love me, you love me I get it I love you too!’’ he goes on and then just flips us over to my right smartly avoiding my injured arm that’s starting to make itself present with the soreness, ache and pain because it’s still a wound and not a light one the bullet having been made out of silver.

‘’I do!’’ I end up agreeing as he settles between my legs still settled inside me. It should be gross, it is but it isn’t ‘’Very, very much with all my heart, my soul, my everything.’’ I try to portray my emotions with words but there’s not that many words to describe them exactly, so instead the smile that stretches across his lips is due to the bond, because he knows perfectly how I’m feeling. And the same goes for me, which is fucking maddening how much both of us are so sappy.

‘’Mine.’’ I state wrapping my arms up around his neck, as I stare at him. And I’ll never be tired of admiring him, even less loving him.

He smiles back genuinely eyes shining in return with unsaid emotions that are fully conveyed to me silently my heart bursting with joy and happiness ‘’Yours.’’

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animatedarchives · 5 years ago

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hey there babe!! i have a bnha request 🥰: can i have todoroki, bakugou, shinsou, and keigo with a s/o that gets injured while fighting villains alongside them? thank you so much!! love and kisses from 🎤 anon !!!! 🥰💗💓🥺💝💕💘

author’s note: HELLO DARLING!! yes, of course you can! i’m sorry it took so long but i hope you enjoy it :) siDE nOTE i’m so exCitEd because you are my first anon aHHH i love you so much thanks for requesting T^T <3 also sorry for making bakugo’s one so angsty LOL

S/O GETS INJURED WHILE FIGHTING

— 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎, 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈, 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈, 𝐊𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐎 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐈

Todoroki Shoto

You had just finished off the last of the villains on your side when your legs buckled and you collapsed with exhaustion

“Y/N!” Todoroki’s voice echoed from down the street

He used his ice quirk to get to you in the blink of an eye and immediately knelt by your side, completely forgetting about the villains he was fighting

“Are you hurt?” he asked, grabbing your arms with his large hands, gripping you so tightly with worry that the blood flow to your arms got cut off

“I’m fine,” you coughed weakly. “Just… tired…” you forced out

But it was obvious you were lying by the way you were practically gasping for air

Your eyes shifted to the approaching villains as they closed in on you two

Not even bothering to stand, Todoroki twisted his torso and hit them with a blast of fire

His face was stoic but fury burned ferociously in his eyes, insistent on not letting them get anywhere near you

The villains crumpled to the ground, unconscious and you smiled up at your boyfriend proudly, forever impressed by his prowess

He turned back to you, anger now replaced with concern as he gave you his full attention

“Can you stand?” he asked, worry etched into every part of his face

You nodded and grimaced as you tried to get up with his help

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through your ribs and you doubled over, grabbing your side

“You’re hurt,” he said, carefully laying you down on the ground, his left arm holding your body close to his

He gently pried your shaky fingers away from your ribs and replaced them with his right hand

You winced before letting out a sigh of relief, a cooling sensation spreading over your exposed ribs and numbing the pain

You stayed like that for a while; eyes closed as you focused on the feeling of Todoroki’s cool skin against yours

After you felt good enough to stand, Todoroki pulled your arms over his shoulders and piggy-backed you to the nearest hospital, where you stayed the night

The next morning, you woke up to a messy mop of red and white hair fast asleep at the edge of your hospital bed

He stirred as you ran your hand through his soft hair, his eyes tired from watching over you all night

When he realised you were awake and doing okay, he pulled you into his arms

“I’m so glad you’re safe,” he said, relief washing over him

“Don’t ever scare me like that again,” he whispered shakily as he embraced you tighter

Bakugo Katsuki

You gasped for air as a red flower bloomed under your costume from the deep gash in your side

“Weakling,” the villain spat, kicking you harshly in the stomach

A little blood escaped from your mouth as you coughed painfully

He raised his weapon, blade glinting menacingly in the moonlight as he prepared for the final blow

Just when you thought this might be your end, you heard your boyfriend’s voice ringing in your ears

“Y/NNNNN!!!!!”

You watched helplessly as Bakugo blasted the villain into oblivion, showing him the same amount of mercy you received - none

“DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH HER AGAIN! DIE YOU PIECE OF SCUM!” he screamed between blasts of his quirk

He attacked violently, blinded by rage and the will to protect you

He disposed of the villain quicker than he ever had before and rushed over to you, leaving your attacker groaning in pain on the concrete floor

Bakugo crouched down and held your limp body in his arms, his eyes swirling with so many emotions: anger, concern and fear

“Why did you fight him?! You know you’re not strong enough to handle villains like that yet!” he raised his voice, unable to mask how truly worried he was

Although his words stung, you knew he was right

But you couldn’t help it

“If I didn’t distract him… He would have gone after you… Idiot…” you said through laboured breaths

His eyes widened in realisation; you were trying to protect him

He couldn’t help but feel guilty as he looked at the condition you were in, scolding himself for failing to keep you safe

“It’s not your fault, Katsuki,” you reached up and caressed his face gently. “I was careless.”

He leaned into your touch, a thin film forming over his eyes

“Don’t do anything stupid like that again,” he choked out

You nodded weakly as he wrapped his arms protectively around you

Shinso Hitoshi

Your hand went up to your temple, massaging it in an attempt to reduce the incessant pounding in your skull

You and Shinso had fought long and hard, side-by-side, and were eventually able to successfully apprehend the villains

Now you were waiting for the police to show up and take them away before you called it a night

As you removed your hand from your head, you stared in shock at your fingers now coated with slick red liquid

“Man, feels great for people to finally recognise me as the good guy despite my quirk,” Shinso sighed contentedly

He smirked devilishly at the villain that lay tied up on the floor before striding back towards you

“I think we did a pretty good job, huh ba-” his smile instantly vanished as he watched the thick liquid run down the side of your face

He hadn’t noticed it before, having been so concentrated on winning the chaotic fight

“I’m fine, Toshi,” you tried to reassure him as he examined your face closely

Your words proved void as you winced when he touched your face

You knew you had made a mistake

“Toshi, wait-” you called, but he wasn’t listening

His eyes darkened as he slowly approached the culprit

“Did you do this? Did you hurt her?” his voice low and dangerous

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about!” the villain pleaded, trying to scramble away

Having answered his question, Shinso activated his quirk, eyes full of intent to hurt

“How dare you lay a finger on my precious Y/N,” he growled. “I’m going to make you pay.”

“Hitoshi, stop! You’re not the bad guy, remember? Don’t do it, you’re better than that! You’re better than him!” you shouted, trying to ignore the burning pain as you implored him to reconsider

He inhaled deeply, glaring daggers at the villain before deactivating his quirk

“Today must be your lucky day,” he said, face showing no emotion but venom potent in his voice

Shinso walked back and embraced you protectively as the police arrived

“Thank you,” he sighed, kissing the top of your head as he gently pressed the ice pack he retrieved from the officers to your temple

“I promise to always be the good guy, to protect you from the evils of this world,” he vowed

Keigo Takami

You and Keigo made such a perfect team, complementing each other in every way possible - even in fighting

Just as you were finishing off the last villain on your side, someone punched you from behind, sending you flying into a brick wall

The impact knocked the wind out of you and you collapsed on the cold hard ground

“Y/N!” Keigo cried

Golden orbs ablaze, he fought off the remaining villains with new found strength

One of them sneaked out of his line of sight, determined to finish you off

But Keigo noticed and flew over at the speed of light, kicking him square in the chest

He stood defensively between you and the remaining villains, wings spread out as a protective barrier to shield you from their attacks

You tried to get up, not wanting him to fight alone, but the pain was too intense and your body refused to cooperate

However, your efforts proved unnecessary as Keigo finished off the last one with a bone-crushing punch

No longer in the presence of danger, your muscles relaxed and your body slumped down onto the ground

“Y/N! Are you okay?!” he asked as he knelt beside you, panting from exhaustion

You nodded stiffly, body still weak

He scooped you up in his strong, capable arms and stood up, carrying you bridal style

He held you so closely to his chest that you could hear his rapid heartbeat

“Hold on tight, dear,” he said

He waited for your hand to clench around his jacket before taking off to the skies, flying you to the nearest medical centre

The wind tousled his blonde locks as he glanced down at you worriedly, making sure you were okay

You closed your eyes and inhaled his comforting scent, smiling softly as you rested in his arms

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sseanight · 6 years ago

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Min Yoongi Fics Recommendation

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[ ❥ ] = Favorite

Kim Namjoon — Kim Seokjin — Jung Hoseok — Park Jimin — Kim Taehyung — Jeon Jungkook

You meet the mysterious Yoongi at a house party and no matter how uninterested you tell yourself that you are, you can’t say no to him. Can you end up changing his playboy ways, or will you just end up getting hurt?

Yoongi can’t remember the last time he was able to successfully bring himself to the point of orgasm, then Namjoon gives him a business card advertising ‘Healing Hands’, and that’s where he meets you; pretty and innocent looking, who gets paid to provide hand jobs for a living.

Min Yoongi is forbidden territory. And although you both know better, the two of you just can’t seem to stay apart.

♠ Punch Drunk; boxer! au, smut, angst Min Yoongi talks with his fists, and the only language he knows is one of anger and pain. He’s damaged, untouchable, a boxing underdog with something to prove. You are the sister of Yoongi’s rival - Jeon Jungkook, the number one elite boxer in your prefecture - and as Yoongi soon discovers, you are also his one and only weakness.

[ ❥ ] Playing with Fire; smut, angst, romance part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 finale After breaking up with you, you decide the only way to get back at your -now ex-boyfriend and avoid public humiliation is by making a deal with resident bad boy Min Yoongi: you’ll give him money as long as he pretends to be your new boy.

[ ❥ ] Ink; tattoo artist! au, fluff, angst He’s a tattoo artist, and you’re a student who is working towards getting into your favourite universities. Two very different people, and two parents who think Min Yoongi is nothing more than a bad influence. How will you ever make it work?

♠ Forget Me Not; idol! au, fluff, angst You and Yoongi are in a private relationship. So private, that Yoongi has to deny it. What happens when you can’t take the denying of such strong feelings any more?

♠ I’ll Protect You; angst You and Yoongi were the most unlikely of pairs, which was why you decided to keep your relationship on the down-low for now. Whilst Yoongi and you basically ignore each other during school hours, Yoongi is left in the dark about the struggles you’ve been dealing with whilst he is pretending not to know you.

♠ Too Late to Apologize; angst You were dating for three years and what you wanted most was being able to take care of him. But Yoongi was too busy with his job to realized that he was losing you.

♠ Let You Go; angst part 1 | part 2 finale Having a boyfriend who cares is every girl’s dream. But is it still every girl’s dream when he doesn’t care about you as much as he cares about his friend that he was in love with? No, not really. It was more like a nightmare.

♠ Leaving Her Behind; angst part 1 | part 2 finale He would do nothing but push you away. He would push you away everytime you were too close. He would shut you out everytime you thought that he had opened up for you. He never trusted you enough to let you know him. He didn’t let you know his problems, even if you knew that something was bothering him. Even if you had been together for years and you’ve been beside him through it all, he never saw you as someone he could tell his secrets or his problems to. It was never you, it was always someone else.

♠ Dead Leaves; angst, romance You wants to give up the relationship because you aren’t sure of it anymore so Yoongi does his best to salvage your relation.

♠ In Heaven; angst, romance Can Yoongi turn back the time?

[ ❥ ] Two Faced Lovers; angst, drama part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 finale He leaves her and she starts sleeping around to fill the void.

♠ Heartstrings; angst, drama part 1 | part 2 finale You want to be together but Yoongi thinks he’s not enough.

♠ Remains of April; angst, drama You get into an accident that causes you to forget everything from the past few years and still believe that you and Yoongi are dating but he doesn’t remind you about the break up because he thinks this is his chance to start over.

♠ Safe Haven; angst, drama You came from an abusive relationship and one day you and Yoongi are fighting badly.

[ ❥ ] Somebody Else; angst part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | epilogue Your husband found solace in somebody else’s arms.

[ ❥ ] Heart Haunting; angst, romance You’re in love with Min Yoongi. You are sure of this. So why does your past lover still haunt your memories?

[ ❥ ] Destruction of a Muse; underground rapper!au, angst, smut part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 finale You’re in your last year of uni doing literature and lose your motivation, and it’s not till you meet a talented musician you get your ambition back.

[ ❥ ] To be Without; angst part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 finale Funny how the world can shift in an instant. How you approached your bedroom with excitement only to walk away with a life forever changed.

♠ Self-Control; ceo!au, smut part 1 | part 2 | part 3 It’s harder than Yoongi thought when you keep confront him.

[ ❥ ] When War Runs Deep (ft. Jungkook); angst, implied smut, vampire/war!au prologue | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 Min Yoongi knew that the General’s daughter, engaged to Lieutenant Jeon Jungkook, was the one human being he shouldn’t target. His single role during the war was to kill the enemy, and protect the homeland. But what’s forbidden always is the most enticing.

♠ Studio Cuddle; fluff, idol!au Tired from work, you went straight to Genius Lab in the hopes of being able to cuddle with Yoongi. You did not hesitate to press the passcode of his studio, knowing he might get pissed off for interrupting him from his work.

♠ Matched; fluff, idol!au When you tried to offer Yoongi a small present, the anticipated disinterest or rejection to your offer was downplayed by his unexpected proposition.

[ ❥ ] Workaholic; smut Yoongi needs to relax and Hoseok has many tricks up his sleeve to make him. None of them Yoongi thought included hiring a hooker to pay him a visit one stormy night. You were only trying to escape a crazed man chasing you down on a stormy night. Never was your intention to end up in an attractive man’s house. Definitely not one who thought you were a hooker.

♠ Small; angst part 1 | part 2 | part 3 finale He suddenly realized the consequences of his words. His girlfriend must have felt so insecure, so belittled. How could he make his own girlfriend feel like that? She should feel protected, safe when he’s around. Not insecure, and not belittled or small. He was supposed to build her up, like she built him up, but instead he was tearing her down.

♠ Sated (ft. BTS); heavy smut Sin. There’s nothing more.

♠ Moan Wars (ft. Jungkook); smut, a little fluff After being forced to listen to Yoongi and his girlfriend fucking loudly in the room next to his, Jungkook decides that two can play that game.

♠ Doesn’t Define You; fluff In which you fail an exam you worked so hard for and he comforts you.

♠ Hello Paradise, My Name is; greek myth!au, slight angst, smut Buried in the Earth where seasons did not exist, where all prosperous life perished, and Helios’s blinding light could not touch; you slept soundly in the arms of darkness.

♠ Mint; greek myth!au, smut You find yourself back in Hades when Spring turns to Fall, but this time you’re less than thrilled to see your husband after learning of his ex-lover, Minthe.

♠ Aidoneus, My Love; greek myth!au, smut Yoongi believes the mortal, Adonis, has stolen your heart, but he will never share his love with anyone else for as long as he is king of the underworld.

♠ I Don’t Wanna Love You; fluff, angst, smut part 1 | part 2 | part 3 finale Just because he had fallen out of love with you, didn’t mean you had with him.

♠ Gone; angst, fluff part 1 | part 2 | part 3 finale You were young & foolish, he was not.

♠ The End; angst Life is a whole plot twist.

♠ Where Does Your Heart Lie; angst part 1 | part 2 finale Where did his heart lie?

♠ Inevitable End; angst part 1 | part 2 finale Was the foundation of the relationship that weak? After all, he felt that it was a hopeless house of cards.

♠ Service; smut “I can’t believe you brought me here.”

♠ Sex Tape; smut When Yoongi came home with Namjoon holding a camera, you knew he wasn’t joking at all.

♠ Gift for You; fluff, angst Yoongi has many sides to him which is what attracted you to him in the first place. He’s been doing a good job as a boyfriend these past few years until on your birthday he doesn’t give you the usual attention you’re used to.

♠ Love or Love; angst part 1 | part 2 finale Yoongi is the love of your life. You thought he felt the same until he pushed you away before you could tell him surprising news that you were pregnant.

[ ❥ ] Like Father, Like Son; parent!au, fluff You let Yoongi take your son to the recording studio to spend time together but when they stay there past his bed time you decide to see what’s take them so long.

♠ Little Angel; angst For the first time in your life you felt hatred toward him. He was the reason why you were lying here.

♠ Unkept Promises; angst “Have you ever, even for a day, even for a moment.. loved me?”

♠ Too Little Too Late; angst “I don’t think I can do this anymore, Yoongi..”

[ ❥ ] Why Am I Not Being Praised Like Them; fluff The title says it all.

♠ Burning Paradise; ceo!au, angst, smut Loving Yoongi was chaos - unpredictable with reason, excruciating with misses and hits from the both of you. But the flames that warms you in the love he provides is your home and no matter how many times you run away, you know you’ll always choose to be with him, burning and aflame, breathing and fully alive.

♠ Fight; dad!au, fluff Yoongi gets into a really idiotic fight with his rebellious teenage daughter due to him being a slightly overprotective father.

♠ The Failed Track (ft. Jung Hoseok); smut As you moan louder the door swings open and Hoseok stands in the door.

[ ❥ ] 3:27 AM; smut, fluff Yoongi wakes up in the middle of the night to your phone ringing like crazy so he checks it and sees it’s your ex. So he answers the phone only to prove that you’re taken.

♠ Everything to Him; drama, romance Your ex wants you back and Yoongi doesn’t know about it.

♠ Milk; hybrid!au, fluff, smut part 1 When trying to deal with your hybrid’s sudden obssesion with milk, you would have never guessed that things would turn out so differently.

♠ The Bonnie to My Clyde; bonnie and clyde!au He saw the darkness in her beauty. She saw the beauty in his darkness.

♠ 3 AM; angst It’s 3 AM and you are crying – great big sobs that shake your entire body as you hold the phone close to your ear to hear his drunken voicemail again and again.

♠ Dream; angst, fluff You had picture the exciting reactions that you would get from him when you tell him that you’re pregnant. But you soon realize that you shouldn’t have get your expectations high because you would only have it crashed down in front of you.

♠ Mirage; angst, fluff “Choose. Is it me or her?”

♠ Ants; fluff, angst Get you a man who makes you feel bigger than the world itself.

♠ Money Shot; porn star!au, smut “Don’t look so put off. Min Yoongi’s indisputably one of the best in the industry. He’s extremely professional and experienced-and handsome to boot. You’ll be in the very best hands. He rarely works with newbies, so consider yourself special.”

♠ Overwork; angst, fluff You tried to help min yoongi take a break from work.

♠ Forgotten; angst, fluff You forgot your anniversary dinner, and yoongi is furious.

♠ Enigma; mafia!au, angst, romance part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 finale After the death of your father leaves you in a lot of a debt to Bangtan - Seoul’s most nefarious crime syndicate - you are offered a way out: marry Min Yoongi - Bangtan’s most elusive member- and produce him an heir and your father’s debt will be forgotten. Without a choice, you are soon tied to a man who you are absolutely terrified of. But you cannot ignore the part of you that is thrilled by Yoongi. And what scares you the most isn’t the blood on his hands, or the gun he always carries in his pocket. It’s the things he’s capable of doing to your heart.

[ ❥ ] 2.1 Out of 5.0; nose dive black mirror!au, angst, smut part 1 You were a 4.9 and he was a 2.1, and that fact alone should have made you realize that the two of you were never meant to be. But as the saying goes, “the heart wants what it wants”.

♠ A Mess (ft. Jeon Jungkook); smut, fluff Maybe it was a good thing you lost that bet to Yoongi. The punishment was cruel, but it lead you to a threesome with him and your crush so… yay for that.

♠ Suddenly, It Was Love (ft. Kim Namjoon); angst + sequel The saying that love is an unexpected visitor was right. you never intentioned of falling in love with the best friend of your boyfriend.

[ ❥ ] Tied Together; divorce lawyer!au, angst, fluff part 1 | part 2 finale The last thing you needed when you had a demanding daughter and job was a divorce made difficult by your husband. Luckily for you, Min Yoongi—Seoul’s top divorce lawyer—stepped in to save the day. Well, more or less.

♠ Weary Night; fluff “You know, I never thought that tonight was going to be like this.”

[ ❥ ] Heartbeat (ft. Jeon Jungkook); angst, smut part 1 | part 2 finale You fell in love with a boy who was in love with music, and you weren’t sure if he was capable of loving you the same way. This thought should’ve caused you to move away from him; but, if anything, it just drew you closer.

[ ❥ ] Before I Ever Met You; angst, smut You are no fool to the ways of life. You might be the love of Yoongi’s life now, but there is his whole past—before he met you—to account for. The number of people that traversed in and out of his life carried a significance, and you want to know who they are.

[ ❥ ] Cut Me Open; surgeon!au, fluff, angst preview | part 1 | part 2 finale This job makes great minds. Literally. Each patient that walks through the doors of the hospital into the Neurosurgery ward need to leave with the best service and help the country can offer. But a 300k salary, 1400 hospital workers, and 14-hour work day can’t make a marriage work.

#bts #suga #bts suga #yoongi #min yoongi #bts angst #bts fluff #bts smut #smut #bts x reader

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Dissonance: Part Two

Human!AU TMNT One Shot for Raph x Stacey

TW: content involving abuse

Glad for the distraction of inventory for once, Stacey hummed along to the music in the shop, piped in from her phone. It was louder than she usually kept it, but it was nearing midday on a Wednesday, which was one of their slowest times. That, and loud music rarely offended those who frequented bike shops, so she wasn’t concerned about it in the least. Having familiar music and the tedious task of doing the inventory required to shelve new product was enough to keep her mind busy. At least busy enough to keep her overwhelming fears and anxiety at bay. When she was done, she might even prop the door to the shop open and see if they needed an extra hand with any of the bikes they were currently working on. That required even more focus and attention.

Deep back in the shelves, she barely heard the jingle of the bells on the door over the electric guitar riff of the current song. Pausing for a moment as she lifted a set of mufflers to the shelf, she raised an eyebrow, wondering if she heard them at all. “I’ll be up in a minute,” she called out, sliding the box onto the shelf and marking the inventory list on her tablet. Face down, scrolling through the list to see how much more she had to go through, she wandered the familiar shelving aisles out of memory, not looking up until the last one dumped her out at the front desk.

“You keep your hands where I can see ‘em, and your bitch mouth shut.”

Gripping the tablet tightly, the breath went straight out of her chest. She knew she needed her fighting face on that day, but needing it to deal with her father was not what she had intended. The whole day had to be some kind of joke, but it really wasn’t funny. Maybe a nightmare. Maybe it was another nightmare and she’d wake up sweaty with her heart pounding, next to Raph, who would help calm her down and make her feel safe enough to fall back asleep into dreamless dreams. Only she stayed right there, eyes fixed on the balding, snarling man in front of her. “You aren’t supposed to be here,” she rasped, hating how her throat dried out and betrayed her emotions. She was a grown-ass woman, she shouldn’t be afraid of her father.

“Middle of the damn day,” Eli answered, hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket. “I can do as I fucking please. Last I checked that fucker that was there last time was the ‘nightwatcher,’ not the ‘daywatcher.’ Maybe I’m just looking for parts.”

Squaring her shoulders, Stacey did everything she could to keep her breathing even. She learned at a very young age that showing any weakness only encouraged him… although any response did, to be true. If she acted like she didn’t care, if she acted apologetic for whatever imagined fault, if she was defensive, if she yelled back… it didn’t matter. The end game had always been the same, just varying degrees. She was left battered, bruised, bloody and broken. A small terror clawed its way up her throat, one that hadn’t been a factor before. It wasn’t just her that could get hurt that time. “You need to leave,” she tried to say, but it came out as a meek whisper. Slowly she reached for the phone on the counter, but stopped the instant one of his hands pulled out of his pocket just enough to show the dark black metal of a gun in his grip.

“I wouldn’t do that, Rue, come on. I know you’re stupid, but how many times we gotta go through the fact that you don’t call the cops?” He moved menacingly towards the counter, shaking his head. His inflection on the words brought at least a dozen memories bubbling out of the depths of her mind, where she had stashed them, trying to forget them. She hadn’t heard her middle name since the last time he had addressed her by it, forever amused with how clever he felt for having given her the moniker, for ruing the day she had been born.

Finding herself subconsciously covering her stomach with the tablet, like it was some kind of shield, gave her a moment of pause. Surely, a baby scared her, but not more than the situation in front of her. She had no idea what she was going to do, keep it or not, but she knew damn well that she wouldn’t let Eli take that choice away from her. He had taken enough from her. “Why are you here?” she asked, trying to do anything to stall the inevitable, draw out conversation for the hopes maybe one of the guys would come in from the garage. How would that go, though, really? One of them might get themselves shot, and she didn’t know if she’d ever be able to forgive herself if it was Jax.

“We got shit to settle, little girl,” he said, his eyes narrowing. “Your friend put me in the hospital for a while. My head ain’t been right since.”

“I don’t even know the Nightwatcher, but I doubt he did that much damage,” she answered, her own eyes narrowing in response. Protective hackles up, she couldn’t help herself from continuing. “Your head has never been right, can’t blame that on a vigilante.”

Slapping his free hand on the counter, the glass shuddered and she couldn’t help but avert her eyes momentarily. The old “give a penny - take a penny” cup rattled, the loose coins jostling from the impact. She forced her eyes back up, up to the reddening face that was a tell-tale sign that conversation was almost over and time to move to stage two, his favorite. His nose, bloated and pock-marked from years of alcohol abuse crinkled and purpled as he replied. “You never could learn to watch your mouth, could you? Always lippin’ off, gettin’ yourself in trouble. Well, there ain’t no big burly fucker lurking in the shadows this time, is there? You’re gonna pay for humiliating me, making me look like a pussy at that hospital. All the fucking bills that came for that shit.”

“If it’s money you want, fucking take it,” she snapped, her rage and fear hitting a boiling point. Rage at the situation, and fear because he was right. Raph wasn’t there, couldn’t always be there. Eli would always be the one lurking in her shadows, the one skeleton that refused to stay in its closet. “Take the entire till, I don’t care.”

“I don’t want your fucking money,” he snarled, the point of the pistol forcing an outline against the fabric of his jacket as he pushed it forward. He began moving around the counter, and Stacey instinctively pivoted to keep facing him, but tried to move backwards as well. “Money can’t fix what you did. You did this to me. You made people laugh at me. You disrespected me.”

“I didn’t do anything,” Stacey argued, hoping, willing someone to walk into the shop. Wondering how long he had been watching her to figure out the best time to hit the shop, or if it had just been blind luck that seemed to ever-favor him? “You ruin your own life, Eli. I’ve been out of it for over ten years.”

“You!” he snapped, finally pulling the gun entirely out of his pocket and jabbing it in her direction. Nausea gripped her, scared and hating herself for being scared both at the same time. It was an escalation for him to come at her with a weapon other than his hands or whatever he could get his hands on. He had thought this out, and why, why did it have to be that day of all days? Why the day she knew she had another life inside of her, that she was responsible for? A life that was just barely in existence and already subject to the abuse and fear she had known since she herself was a baby? “It’s always been you, my life was great before you came along and ruined it! And then you dragged in that… that… piece of shit to hurt me!”

“I don’t know who that was!” she lied, but her anger was true. It reached a boiling point, forgetting any plan of trying to calm him down. “It was the Nightwatcher and he was your karma! Karma for all the years of you beating the shit out of me! You deserved it!”

“You little bitch,” he snarled, backing her against the wall and lifting the gun in a backhand gesture. “You earned all those. I shoulda fucked you up worse, look how you turned out.”

“I wish he’d killed you!” she snapped, feeling like she was fifteen again, full of rage, fear and cornered like an animal. She had stood up to him then, and it had almost cost her life. There was so much more for her to live for now, even more fight balling her hands into tight fists.

“You never learn, Rue,” he said in a shaky whisper, tinged with something that sounded like macabre disappointment. His face reddening, she anticipated what was next, and readied herself. Over the years she had taken a few self defense classes, but it just never seemed to be the information she was looking for. She had needed to know how to fight, and that had come along with Raphael. He had helped her some, but struggled to some degree when it came to application. Forever concerned with hurting her, he had deferred to his father once she was ready to test her skills. Raph and Splinter had been excellent teachers, even if she paled in comparison to the boys. She simply couldn’t fail them in that moment.

As he swung the gun down towards her, she stepped forward, startling him in that she didn’t flinch away. Blocking his forearm with her own forearm, she struck out straight, aiming for his throat. She hit true, even if it wasn’t as solid as she would’ve liked due to him stumbling backwards a little. Moving in close again, she kept the space tight, knowing it made aiming the gun more difficult, and that was her best defense. She had very little chance of wrestling it from him grip successfully.

Eli tried bringing the gun up again, and she threw her weight into slamming that arm against the wall. It worked, but at a cost. While she directed her attention at the gun, he was more focused on disabling her, and brought a knee up hard into her stomach. She tried to ignore the fear that bubbled inside of her, quelling the anxiety that came with it. That wasn’t something she could spend focus on, and just as she started to try and get herself upright again, Eli brought an elbow down on her upper back. A fierce cry of frustration wrenched out of her, and she used all the energy she could find into shoving him.

The training had been useless. He was still going to win. He always won, always got his way. Only this time he wouldn’t settle for almost killing her.

Just as panic started to grip her, there was a loud impact from the front of the store, followed by a violent jingling of the bells tied to the door. Wide-eyed, she failed her training again, allowing her attention to be drawn to the source of the commotion just as the glass door swung completely wide and past its hinge stops, shattering in a burst of glistening light. To the side of it was a raging man, his boot coming down from kicking the door in. While it was physically the man she loved, his face was twisted into a blind fury, eyes far gone from those with which he looked at her. Shirtless, in only sweatpants and boots, each muscle in his body flexed, coiled and taut as he stomped through the threshold.

However, her attention had been distracted too long. Her arm was grabbed, and she was swung violently into hold. Eli twisted her arm up behind her back, yanking upward with enough force that there was a sickening pop, and Stacey couldn’t help but cry out. The pain was excruciating, and would’ve dropped her if Eli hadn’t maintained such a forceful grip. He had dislocated her shoulder, but she tried to retain focus on the situation, especially as she felt the cold barrel tip of the pistol press underneath her jaw.

“Not another step!” he yelled at Raph, who acquiesced, but not without visible restraint. His chest heaved, his shoulders were bound up and fists balled tightly and shaking. Eyes unblinking, fixed solely on Eli, his nose and lip were curled in fury and disgust.

“Let her fuckin’ go,” he snarled, his voice expressing no mercy, no hesitation. It was cold, devoid of any of the kindness she heard in it. A wise man would’ve obeyed instantly, seeing his fate as clearly as if it had been spelled out in front of him. Eli was not a wise man though, and made no motion in response. “NOW!”

The door from the garage banged open, a bewildered and furious Jackson attached to the doorknob, followed by one of the mechanics. For a brief second, his face went white as a sheet as he saw Stacey’s position within Eli’s grip, but his color came back when he saw Raphael just beyond the doorway. He stepped more in front of the young mechanic, blocking him. “Yer outnumbered, Eli. Let ‘er go and ya might live.”

“Not before I fuckin’ kill her, you useless piece of shit old man!” Eli yelled, but Stacey was watching Raph. Eli had evidently let his own attention be diverted by Jax, and Raph moved almost too quickly to see in response. Snatching a large piece of glass from the doorframe, he flicked it exactly like she had seen him use shuriken in training. Even knowing his aim was precise, she couldn’t help but flinch her eyes closed as it flashed towards her. The gun dropped away from her jaw at the same time Eli let out a yell, bouncing off her hip before clattering to the floor. Opening her eyes, she briefly saw the jagged glass sticking out of his wrist before doing her best to move away from him, turning in a motion that untwisted her arm and shot bolts of pain back through it. Yelling at the wall, she had no fear of the man now behind her, only trying to give him room to do what he needed to do.

There was only a roar of rage in response before two loud boot strides. Eli still held her arm and tried to pull her back, unwilling to give up his hostage. His grip went slack as the two boots came flying over the counter, connecting with his chest, the entire weight and kinetic motion of the man behind them plowing him against the wall. Staggering out the rest of the way from behind the counter, she made her way to a nearby stock shelf and sagged against it, but turned herself to watch.

“Girl!” Jax addressed her in a harsh whisper, coming up beside her. “Are you-”

Knowing the questioning that would start, Stacey waved him silent, she didn’t have the focus or energy to talk about it or move away. She was transfixed on Raph, who had somehow fluidly landed in a way that kept him from hitting his back on the counter. He stooped and picked up Eli roughly by the front of his jacket, slamming him against the wall hard enough to create an inward dent in the wall, breaking the drywall. “Never touch her!” he seethed, his fist connecting with Eli’s face, his jaw moving at an unnatural angle to his face. “Never!”

“Call the cops,” Stacey whispered, immobilized. It was like watching a train wreck long-coming, like her entire life had been hurtling towards that very moment, it had always been escapable. There were flashes in her mind, remembering the dark night Raph had also come to her aid, though he had been the Nightwatcher, then. Something about him standing in her shop, literally stripped down of his gear made it all that much more realistic. There was no dim light, concussion or dark visors to add surreal effect. Raph stood before her, Eli held in his death grip, fist pulled back for another hit. “He’s gonna kill him.”

“Already had Thomas call,” Jax whispered, just as stunned at the scene in front of him. “Come on, let’s get you in the garage, look you over…”

“No,” she resisted bluntly, hardly blinking and supporting her right arm, trying to keep the weight of it from pulling on the tendons and ligaments. She was at war within herself, part of her wanting nothing more but to watch Raph pummel him into non-existence, bringing his plague on her life to a final end. There would be no self-defense plea with that, however, and there was no jury in New York that would show forgiveness to a hulking black man that beat another man to death with his bare hands. He’d be put away forever, emotional duress wouldn’t even be a blip on their radar. That was only saved for rich, young, “troubled” white men. “I have to stay.”

In between hits, Eli made a feeble attempt at a swing towards Raph with the arm that still had glass sticking out of it. Grabbing the hand and stretching it above Eli, he used his other hand to pinch the glass and shove it the rest of the way through his wrist, yanking roughly out the other side. A cry that was equal parts pain and guttural retching ripped out of Eli. Blood streamed out of his arm, dark and glistening as it dropped to the ground.

How many times had that been her own blood? How many times had she been retching, crying, broken and bleeding at his hands? Watching with fury that raised her to a level of emotional detachment, she didn’t flinch as Raph twisted and rammed him headfirst into the counter, letting him drop to the ground. There was no doubt inside her that he deserved the punishment, earned all the pain numerous times over. Something about Raph cracking his neck as he looked down at the pathetic man sent her crashing back down into emotions, the familiarity reminding her of the risks, exactly what was at stake. Yet her voice strangled and stopped in her throat, unable to call out to him, unable to make him stop. Was Eli being out of her life more important than what made her life worth living?

“Raph!” a familiar voice came from the doorway, calling his attention like she couldn’t. Donatello skidded through the door and over the glass, his eyes rapidly taking in the entire scene around him. He didn’t have the dedication Raph had coming through the door, and his eyes rested on her, wincing painfully before settling back on his brother. “Raph, you have to disengage, police are en route.”

“Better be bringin’ a body bag,” Raph grunted, grabbing up Eli off the floor again by the scruff, giving him solid kicks to the ribs and gut before dragging him over to the glass.

Panic etched lines clearly over Donnie’s face, and he took one step towards Raph before the pure hatred on the face looking back at him made him stop in his tracks. “You can’t,” Donnie implored, his voice quiet.

“I can,” Raph snapped, heaving Eli up higher before throwing him down onto the glass, hard. “And I will.”

Looking up, Donnie locked eyes with Stacey, pleading and apologetic. It was no secret amongst the family that she was generally the most effective at calming him down, and no doubt the same chain of events she feared if Raph did kill Eli was running through his head, just with millions of other possibilities that hadn’t even occurred to her yet. She looked back hopelessly, unsure of how to stop the freight train he had become, not entirely sure if he'd even see her through the red haze of righteous punishment. Giving him a little shake of her head, unable to shrug, she turned and looked at Jax.

“Aww hell, girl,” he sighed, shaking his own head down at his boots. “This is gonna hurt tomorrow.” Walking slowly over to Donnie, he scratched at his silver beard as Raph stomped and rolled Eli into the shattered glass. He gave Donnie a nod, his posture giving certainty of support.

“Raph, enough, you need to take a step-”

“Enough?!” Raph snapped, glass crumbling under his boot hell as he pivoted to look at his brother. “No! Enough was a long fuckin’ time ago. He had his fuckin’ chance before he… before he…” Unable to even finish his sentence, Raph kicked the man on the floor again.

“Enough for you,” Donnie pleaded, hands together. “Don't do this to yourself. Stacey’s hurt and needs-”

“Then check her!” Raph was beyond reason, a man drop kicked past his breaking point and unable to see his way back. She didn't take it personally, his faltering at not being able to even mention what happened showed his true emotion, blanketed by rage. “I ain't doin’ shit to myself but makin’ sure this piece of fuckin’ shit never breathes the same air as her again!”

As he stooped to grab up Eli again, Donnie nodded at Jax and they both rushed forward, each grabbing an arm and hauling Raphael backwards as abruptly as they could. He immediately struggled back up to his feet, but before he could lash out at them for their perceived betrayal, Stacey stepped in front of him, blocking most of his view of Eli. He still fought to release their grips, however the majority of his attention was focused on her. “Get away from him. Move, Stacey.”

“No,” she said simply, unblinking. Her calm voice belied the maelstrom of emotions within her. “You've done enough.”

“How could you… but he… he was…” Raph stammered angrily, words getting jumbled and difficult for him as they tended to when he was emotional. He yanked his arm free from Jax and shot a glare at Donnie before looking back at her. His teeth were clenched tightly, jaw muscle flexing. “You hafta understand.”

Taking a deep breath, she turned and looked at the bloody mess on the floor behind her. Eli was still breathing, but long past consciousness. A large portion of her wanted to agree and step aside, the vindictive part of her that knew no matter how much pain he felt, he'd never understand how much he inflicted. He wasn't fixable, long past any hope of saving as a person, if he ever had been. That death right then and there would be better than he deserved… but maybe that was it. That was the thought that formed into how to reason with Raph, to make him see.

“I do understand, and I want to just let you fucking wreck him,” she started, her own nose curling into something of a snarl, letting the depth of her anger show to him. “I want him to die. I want him to suffer. I want him to die and be brought back just to fucking die again.” Keeping her eyes on him, she saw the conflict of emotions in his face. He was averting his eyes, and to most people he would’ve just looked like an angry, caged animal. But she had never spoken like that to him, generally his voice of calm and reason; yet this time, she was mirroring his own thoughts, his own anger. That alone gave him pause, and was likely one of the few things from keeping him from pushing past her to finish what he started. “But he doesn’t deserve death. He deserves to live through the pain and fucking agony that healing up from this is going to cause.”

Turning away from him, she faced her father, lying facedown on the ground in front of her. A role reversal that got her ire back up, her nails digging into her palms as her hands flexed into tight fists, letting the pain in her right arm fuel her fire. Knowing what Raph didn’t know, that he had risked the life of his unborn, and for all she knew, the impact to her abdomen had ruined. The thought made her anger flare, and she grit her teeth. His arm had come to rest at an odd angle, his wrist bent so his hand was folded under it. Stepping forward in the glass, she stared at him, her pulse racing. “He deserves to suffer!” Raising a foot, she stomped down on his forearm, bones in his own arm making the unmistakable crack of breaking. “He doesn’t deserve to make you go to jail! He doesn’t get to take everything I’ve worked for!”

Once she released her anger, there was no reining it back in. Everything came out in a flood, each point physically made with a stomp to his body, grinding the glass deeper into his flesh. “He has no right! He doesn’t get to take you from me! He doesn’t get to ruin my life, over over and fucking over! He has to live with what he’s fucking done! He has to see! He doesn’t get the easy way out! HE HAS TO FUCKING PAY!” Her dialogue turned into raging growls, her temper past forming words as she kicked and stomped.

The world around her blurred, and she was vaguely aware of a restraining hand on her good arm, which she tried to yank away from. “No! No! He deserves to dig every piece of this glass out of his body!” It was getting harder to stomp on Eli, and she noticed he somehow seemed to be getting farther away. Scowling she tried to concentrate, only to realize it was herself being slowly, gently moved backward. Lunging forward against the grip, she tried kicking again, only to find herself lifted off the ground, a firm arm wrapped around her hips. Letting out a strangled cry of anguish, she struggled futilely as she was carried away into the stock area, the shelves blocking her view from the target of her rage.

“Stacey, you gotta calm down,” came Raph’s low voice, still holding her off the ground. “Come on.”

“Put me down!” she insisted, pressing down on his arm with her left hand, though it held tight with no give. “Let me go!”

“I can’t do that,” he answered, his voice close behind her and obviously forced calm. “Not until you calm down. You’re gonna hurt yourself more.”

The shelves around her blurred, and she tried leaning forward, away from Raph and felt heavy drops of tears fall from her face. She had no idea how long she had been crying, and she grabbed her right arm as the shifting gravity pulled on the joint, causing more pain. “I don’t care! I don’t care!...” she repeated over and over, the words turning into sobs that racked her body.

Slowly she was lowered to the floor, and her knees buckled under her, yet she was held steady. “But I do, I do… come on, it’s gonna be okay…” Raph assured her quietly, repeating himself as she sobbed. When words failed her again and all the strength left her body, the flood receding as quickly as it had taken over her, he turned her carefully, pulling her into his chest and holding her protectively. Crying against his skin, she let herself sink into the feeling, his hand stroking her hair and rubbing her back. “You’re gonna be okay, it’s okay, I’m here…”

As her anger ebbed, the pain swept back in, only adding to her tears. She was grateful for his strength, otherwise she was positive she’d just let herself fall to the floor, wishing everything away. It didn’t escape her the mental strength it must’ve taken him to quell his own anger and see to her. Guilt crept in all over, guilt for not calming him like she had meant to, guilt for bringing him into the mess, guilt for him not knowing the stakes and not having the strength to tell him, guilt for everything. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…”

“Don’t you be,” he asserted, shushing her quietly, continuing to hold her, he cheek against the top of her head.

“The police are here,” Donnie said from the front of the store where he’d been quietly discussing things with Jax.

She felt Raph’s posture change, his face lifting to look down the stock shelves. “We’re staying here.”

“Already accounted for, we’ve got this,” Donnie answered, before clearing his throat as the officers walked up to the doorway, their radios announcing their presence. “Hello officers, you’re going to have to call in for two ambulances, one for the perp here and the other for the victim.”

“What in the hell happened here?” one officer asked as the other radioed in the requested EMT support.

“He fell through the door,” Jax answered confidently.

There was a long pause, followed by footsteps crinkling in the glass before the officer answered. “How many times?”

“A few,” Jax said with a sniff, and Stacey knew he was shrugging differentially as he was wont to do when he figured someone had gotten what they deserved. “Clumsy guy, that one. His gun is behind the counter over there, he came after Stacey with it. She’s over in back, calmin’ down.”

“We’re going to need to talk to her,” the officer insisted, getting a wry chuckle out of the old man.

“Good luck with that.”

***

Donnie walked over to the ambulance, sitting with a stubborn Stacey perched at the end of a gurney, wrapped in a blanket. One hand held it, the other tucked into a temporary sling, the paramedics had seen to resetting her shoulder at her insistence. Raph was busy giving his statement to the police, still inside the buildings office where it could be completed in privacy. Leaning his shoulder against the back edge of the rig, he nodded at the EMTs, who moved off to work on entering information into the computer and talking to each other to give them some amount of privacy.

“You still trying to insist you don’t need to go in?” he asked, well aware of the difficulty she’d been giving the paramedics. She sure could be an awful lot like his brother at times, he thought idly, but was still shocked at her reaction to Eli. He’d never seen her lose it like that before, and certainly never to a point that she fought Raph when he tried to calm her down. It was a role reversal, for sure.

“I don’t,” Stacey sniffed, rubbing at a puffy eye with the edge of the blanket. Her voice was raspy and quiet, and she wouldn’t make eye contact with him. “I’ve had worse. My arm is back in. The rest is just bruising. Some ibuprofen and rest for a few days and I’ll be fine.”

“You should really let them scan the shoulder, make sure there isn’t any ligament tearing,” Donnie encouraged, knowing she’d just refuse his advice as much as the EMTs. If anyone had a chance of convincing her, it was Raph, and he wasn’t on hand. “And ibuprofen… Stacey, you’re going to need anti-inflammatories, but did you… did you get that test? I hate asking, but you can’t take ibuprofen if you’re…”

Stacey groaned, burying her face in her free hand, cloaking her face with the blanket. “I can’t… Donnie… he kicked me in the stomach. What if… what the hell do I do?” Her voice was breaking and muffled by the blanket, but he heard enough to understand. Definitely to understand the excess of her emotional reaction beyond her norm. He really wasn’t sure how to answer, rolling over the basic facts he knew off the top of his head, which wasn’t close to as much as he wished he did. Early on, risk of miscarriage depended on the woman, it could be higher or lower. If the impact did cause a miscarriage, there wasn’t much they could do to let her know one way or another, it was too early to check with a scan. On the other hand, he really did feel it was best that she get her arm checked and some appropriate medication for inflammation.

“They’d be able to give you medication for the inflammation and check your arm,” he said, mirroring his thoughts. “But there wouldn’t be much else they can do.”

“Then I’m not going,” she answered stubbornly, without hesitation. “I’ll just ice it. It’ll be fine.”

“Stacey,” he implored, taking off his glasses to rub his eyes. “You’re going to have to tell him.”

“If I’m losing it, I’m not saying anything,” she answered in a harsh whisper. “Not a damn word. He’d kill Eli, and he just barely stopped me from doing it just now. Let me deal with it.”

“What are you two on about now?” Raph asked, walking up behind Donnie with purposeful strides. Looking up at Stacey with concern, he shot daggers briefly at Donnie before looking back to her.

“I’m trying to talk her into going to the hospital,” Donnie answered with a heavy sigh, ruffling his hair in frustration. He hated secrets in any scenario, but keeping something that big from Raph was like carrying a bomb. If he got any inclination that he had known and not told him, he’d kill him, or at the very least, make him wish that he were dead. “Unsuccessfully.”

With a frown, Raph stepped up onto the back of the ambulance, crouching and hunching to fit in the small space. Resting a hand on her thigh, he tried to catch her eyes with his, and frowned harder when she avoided him. “Angel, if Donnie thinks you should go, maybe it’d be good,” he said, as gently as he could, with a small tinge in his voice making it evident that he was aware he sounded hypocritical.

Rubbing her face against the blanket edge again, she peeked in his general direction, but still not meeting his eyes. She let the fabric go to play with a strand of his hair, focusing on it rather than his face. “I really don’t think I need to. My shoulder is as good as it can be, we can just go home and ice it, okay? If it isn’t healing right, then I’ll go to the doctor.”

Donnie shifted away uncomfortably, the moment between the two of them becoming personal enough that he felt more like a third wheel than usual. Wishing he had his holo to look at, checking her stats for himself, and able to look up information he didn’t have, he settled on kicking some gravel around. He’d gotten himself into the middle of a mess, that was for sure, and with two of the most stubborn people in the family, to boot. Not that Stacey was, technically or legally, but for all intents and purposes she was. Either way, being stuck between her and his brother was a nightmare.

“You sure you don’t need to just go get checked out? For everything? I mean, that was…”

“I’m sure. It’s just fucking Eli, Raph. Not my first rodeo. I just want to go home.” He heard Raph sigh heavily, knowing his brother was likely struggling with making her happy and doing what he felt was right. “Please?”

“Alright… alright. But if Donnie says you gotta go in to get checked, you gotta go, okay?” Raph relented after a long pause. “Right, Donnie?”

“Yeah, absolutely,” Donnie responded, rubbing the back of his neck and glad his face was turned away.

“Okay. I promise.” Stacey’s voice was small and vulnerable, and it caused him true pain that she wouldn’t just tell Raph why. But it wasn’t his problem, not his choice. That was hers and hers alone to make.

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starwarsnonsense · 8 years ago

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The Last Jedi - A Hypothetical Breakdown

The below is a ridiculously elaborate breakdown of the hypothetical plot of The Last Jedi. I basically set myself the challenge of incorporating all of the known leaks, rumours and spoilers into a coherent plot that made sense for the characters we last saw in The Force Awakens. In other words, it is essentially informed fanfiction that should not in any way be treated as a full synopsis for the actual plot of the film. Nonetheless, I don’t think you should read on if you are nervous about spoilers, since while most of this comes from my imagination there are elements (particularly the locations and the basics of which characters are where) that are based on reliable spoilers for the film. In other words, proceed with caution!

I had lots of fun doing this, and found it very enjoyable to come up with my own version of what The Last Jedi might be. I hope you enjoy it too! I get lots of asks requesting my predictions for how I think the plot might go, so this is basically my ultimate response to that curiosity. Naturally, I’ll adjust and update this as new information comes out and my understanding of the story develops.

Do let me know your thoughts, and let me know if you’re inspired to have a stab at your own breakdown after reading this! I’d love to read other people’s takes.

Act 1:

A freshly healed Kylo Ren goes to Snoke, dressed in his full mask and regalia. Snoke reprimands him for his failure and for falling prey to his compassion for the scavenger. Kylo vows to destroy her - Snoke tells him that when Rey is dead by his hand, his training will finally be complete. Humiliated and angered by his experience with Snoke, filled with self-loathing, Kylo pulls off the mask in the lift and destroys it.

Rey attempts to hand Luke the lightsaber, but he refuses to take it and rules out a return to the Resistance. Rey is dismayed and confused, becoming angry. Luke refuses to engage with her, leaving for another part of the island. Rey is left alone to search for him.

D'Qar is evacuated as it comes under attack from the First Order forces, including Kylo Ren.

As a result of the attack on D'Qar, Kylo discovers the location of Rey and Luke.

Rey, alone on the island, stumbles across the Force tree and experiences a terrifying vision - she sees the past (the destruction of the Temple) and abstract glimpses of the future. When she returns to herself, Luke is there. He explains what happened to his attempt to restart the Jedi Order, and then directs Rey to some books written by the ancient Jedi. The Jedi weren't what he thought they were, and they need to come to an end. Kylo Ren - tainted by Snoke - in particular represents a corruption of the Force that has to be purged. Rey doesn't think she can do it, having failed to deal the killing blow to Kylo on Starkiller Base. Luke is displeased, saying nothing.

The Resistance characters, including Finn, Poe and Leia, escape. Finn is woken up aboard the fleeing ship.

Leia and Poe brief Finn and send him on a mission to rendezvous with a source on Canto Bight. Rose, who has technical skills that will assist with the mission, is sent with him.

Kylo trains and prepares for his mission to Ahch-To. Even as he attempts to purge himself of sentiment and compassion, he is disturbed to realise that his weaknesses remain - he finds himself thinking of his mother, and feeling deep sorrow for his father. He still feels the pull to the light, and this is a source of anguish to him.

Luke won't train Rey in combat, but he will train her in the ways of the Force. He sets her tasks focused on communing with the natural forces on the island - so we get rock lifting, the sea monster interlude, and cute moments with the porgs.

Finn and Rose have their adventure on Canto Bight, sneaking around the casino and ascertaining the location of DJ.

Kylo prays to his grandfather's helmet for strength before assembling his men and leaving for the strike on Ahch-To.

On Ahch-To, Luke and Rey both sense that Kylo is coming. Rey is panicked and frightened, conscious that she has had no real combat training and that Kylo will have had time to recover and prepare. Luke, meanwhile, is calm and passive - he seems unconcerned. He trusts in the Force to determine the outcome. It begins to rain as a storm gathers overhead.

Finn and Rose successfully break DJ out of jail, and they all flee on a fancy spaceship stolen from the 'parking lot' of the casino.

Act 2:

Kylo and his men turn up along the coast of Ahch-To after a difficult landing - both their ships crash on account of the storm. Filled with pent up anger, Kylo thinks of ways to draw Luke and Rey out. He then spots the Force tree.

Rey and Luke, who had been waiting on the other side of the island, are startled by the smell of burning. Luke orders that Rey stay put, but Rey is horrified - she has become deeply connected to the island and feels its destruction as a physical pain. She refuses to stand back and do nothing as Kylo destroys everything, running along the beach to confront him.

Meanwhile, Finn and Rose - with DJ in tow - have regrouped with the Resistance, who have fled to the old Rebel base on Crait. After a power struggle Admiral Holdo has seized control from Leia (who was injured in a FO attack following Finn and Rose’s departure for Canto Bight), demoting Poe in an attempt to undermine his standing in the Resistance. Undeterred Poe goes behind Holdo's back to press forward with the original plan - with DJ's help, Finn and Rose are to infiltrate and plant bombs on the Super Star Destroyer. They have had no word that Rey and Luke are coming, so have had to resort to their own resources to try and bring down the First Order.

In the attack on the Resistance that injured Leia, Rose's sister Paige was killed. Rose is devastated but the tragedy strengthens her resolve, and convinces her to press ahead and help Finn despite her own self-doubt and lack of confidence. She wishes to honour her sister's memory by truly contributing to the fight against the First Order.

Rey confronts Kylo, putting on a show of bravado and goading him to fight her, drawing him away from the tree. The rain intensifies, dousing the flames consuming the tree. Kylo orders his men to go and subdue Luke - he is intent on facing Rey alone.

Rey and Kylo fight their way up the cliff edge. Kylo dominates the fight and clearly has the upper hand, being at peak physical strength and being utterly driven by his rage and determination to complete his training by killing Rey. At a loss for what to do, Rey - overwhelmed by her own frustration, fear and exhaustion - expresses complete bafflement over Kylo. She doesn't understand how two good people could have a child who went so badly wrong. She doesn't understand how a student of a peacemaker like Luke could enact a massacre. Kylo is made even more angry by what he hears, but he finds the focus of his anger shifting from Rey to Luke - as far as he is concerned, Rey has been grievously misled. He fights back against his doubt and continues pressing Rey towards the cliff edge. She is clearly frightened - Luke's lessons on tranquillity and trust in the Force haven't been fully learnt. Kylo falters but continues to push her towards the edge. Her feet slipping on the wet ground, Rey loses her footing and falls backwards from the cliff.

Finn and Rose make it into the Super Star Destroyer with DJ's help, disguising themselves as officers taking him into custody. DJ and Finn and Rose separate to enact the further stages of the mission, which involves planting explosives in strategic areas in the hope of killing Supreme Leader Snoke.

Kylo is disturbed to realise he's horrified that Rey has fallen, tormented by the thought that she was lost before he could tell her the truth. He doesn't truly want Rey dead - despite everything, he still wants to teach her. Before he can dwell on it, Luke - having neatly dispatched all of Kylo's men - confronts him.

Rey is helped from the water by the sea monster who she befriended during her earlier trials, and she looks up to see Kylo and Luke fighting on the cliff - Kylo is clearly attempting to use his saber against his uncle, but Luke has no weapon but his mind. Luke, formidably powerful, subdues Kylo. When Rey appears Luke asks her to decide on Kylo's fate. Rey says that they should take Kylo prisoner and return to the Resistance with him in tow. Luke refuses to leave the island or allow Rey to leave without completing her training, but agrees that Kylo can be imprisoned. Wishing to keep Rey far from his influence, Luke asks the Guardians of the Whills to keep Kylo prisoner on the other side of the island.

Close to the completion of their mission, Finn and Rose are betrayed to the First Order by DJ, who, in a mercenary fashion, aligns himself with whichever side happens to offer him the best compensation. They are turned over to Phasma, who clearly has a particularly cruel revenge planned. She delights in telling them that their bombs have been deactivated - their efforts were all in vain.

Luke attempts to continue to train Rey, but she is sullen and less eager than before. Kylo's words to her on the cliff have filled her with doubt and mistrust, and she knows she needs to see him again and hear more about his perspective. Drawing upon her strong skill with the mind trick, she is able to get into the hut where Kylo is being held prisoner. A kind of parallel training is initiated - Rey hears more about Kylo's perspective on the Force, and is told his side of the story. His parents were well-intentioned but ultimately ineffectual and dangerous because of their misplaced idealism; his uncle was a warmonger and a zealot intent on following a false and perverted doctrine of the Force. He even teases that Snoke has knowledge of her background, and might know who her parents were. Rey still doesn't trust or fully believe him, but she at least has some understanding of him and his perspective. He seems more open than Luke, and the lessons he offers are more intriguing and seductive.

Phasma is intent on making Finn suffer by hurting those closest to him. She tortures Rose. Finn feels helpless and is wracked with guilt, wishing he had convinced Rose to stay behind and leave the mission to him.

With her frustration from their isolation growing, Rey uses the Falcon’s radio to contact the Resistance despite being forbidden from contact with the outside world by Luke - she finds she can't reach any of her friends, only learning that the Resistance have moved base to Crait. More worried than ever before, she pleads with Luke to be allowed permission to leave. He refuses yet again, and Rey realises she has to find an alternative solution. She will not spend another night on the island.

Driven to breaking point by Phasma's brutality, Finn draws upon his training and his resolve to fight back, overcoming one of his guards and seizing their weapon. Phasma and Finn fight, with the fight culminating in a victory for Finn as he takes Phasma's arm off. Finn and Rose, worse for wear, escape to Crait - the mission may have failed, but at least they're still alive.

Rey goes to Kylo and offers him a choice - leave with her and return to his mother and the Resistance, or remain at Luke's mercy in the hope that the First Order will appear and take him from the island. Kylo is shocked by the offer, unused to what he can only perceive as an undeserved act of kindness and trust. Despite himself, he feels more shame and regret than ever before. Rey attempts to justify the offer by saying that she had to at least give Leia the opportunity to confront her son again, but she also has her own selfish reasons for involving him in her plans - Kylo represents all the forbidden knowledge and training that Luke won't give her.

Kylo agrees to go with Rey, but just before they can leave and enact the plan Luke appears in the entrance. He is incandescent with rage, and is clearly convinced that Rey is lost as a student of the true Force - she has been corrupted, as Kylo was. The walls of the hut tremble until it explodes completely from the sheer force of Luke's mind, with Rey and Kylo being showered with rubble. Everyone is tense and shaken, but before anything else can unfold the First Order arrives with a vengeance - reinforcements have been sent to retrieve Kylo Ren! Rey and Kylo flee towards the Falcon, but as he approaches it Kylo finds he can't step onboard the ship of the father he murdered - he loses his nerve and runs, leaving Rey feeling more alone and betrayed than before. Out of options, Rey and Chewie leave on the Falcon, battling TIE fighters in their escape.

Act 3:

Rey finally makes it back to Crait, and enjoys a tearful reunion with Finn and the other members of the Resistance. She tells them that Luke wasn’t what they thought he was - he’s dangerous and unfeeling, seemingly unconcerned by their plight. She says nothing about Kylo Ren, too afraid of what the others might think, but her sense of betrayal over his failure to come with her is compounded when she realises that Leia remains unconscious from the earlier attack.

Kylo is returned to the First Order and Snoke. He explains the situation with Rey to Snoke, pleading with him for her sake by telling him that it would be a mistake to kill her. He explains that she is listening to him, and seems to like what she hears about his methods. Like Rey, Kylo also keeps secrets - he doesn't indicate that he is more conflicted and drawn to the light than ever before. Snoke orders Kylo to bring Rey to him, sending him to Crait with the ground forces that are being dispatched to demolish the last of the Resistance.

Finn, Poe, Rose and Rey all participate in the battle of Crait, which is a desperate, hopeless scrabble against the odds. They all eventually become separated, and Rey in particular is isolated on the battlefield - surrounded by scenes of mayhem and carnage. Her bitterness is only increased - if Luke had actually taught her to fight beyond supervising some swings of a lightsaber, she might actually be able to make a difference.

Kylo lands on Crait, but as soon as he is on the island he is distracted by the tug of his mother’s Force signature. He realises that she is injured, unconscious - all thoughts of the battle forgotten, he goes to her. The few medics caring for Leia protest but can do nothing to stop him - they see him as a fearsome dark lord, not Leia’s child. Kylo kneels by his mother’s bedside and weeps, the full force of his regret and love for his family finally overcoming him. He presses a palm to her forehead, drawing upon old lessons on Force healing to strengthen her. He is himself weakened by this, but his efforts pay off - Leia is restored and regains consciousness. When she sees her son she acts on instinct, embracing him tightly and stroking his hair. This only makes Kylo sob more intensely as he clings to her, gasping out that he’s sorry. He is overwhelmed by his mother’s love for him - he didn’t deserve her forgiveness, but he received it nonetheless.

Luke, meanwhile, finally leaves Ahch-To - the island is littered with downed TIE fighters, the sacred landscape burnt and scarred with debris. He knows he can no longer avoid the fight, and lifts his X-Wing from the water.

Finn, Poe and Rose manage a few minor victories, but it isn’t enough - they retreat back to the command base to find Kylo Ren with his mother. Leia - having firmly shown Holdo the door - is back in command again. Finn and Poe are appalled by Kylo’s presence, and feel betrayed by Leia - in particular, Poe had no idea Ben Solo was Kylo Ren. Leia angrily slaps Poe, pointing out that whatever their feelings might be, Ben might well be the only person left who can help them. They have nothing left to lose by accepting Ben’s offer to help them reach the command deck of the SSD, where they will be able to take the controls and bring the whole ship down - and Snoke with it. The ship is static - paralysed from an earlier Resistance attack over Crait - but it remains an active threat as long as its weapons are operational. Ben tells them that he will get them onboard, but makes it clear that he will not take Rey - Snoke wants her now, and it’s too dangerous to let her near him.

Rey - wounded and bruised - struggles across the battlefield, trying to reach the Resistance base - she needs to find out whether any of her friends are still alive. As she gets closer she sees the Falcon departing without her. Only Leia watches from the ground as they go. Rey approaches her, utterly confused, and asks what is going on. Leia explains that Ben is helping them, and it takes Rey a moment to realise that Ben is Kylo Ren. Rey struggles to accept what she is hearing, and particularly struggles with the idea that Kylo - who betrayed her so abruptly on Ahch-To - has proven himself to be an ally. Rey voices her frustration and anger, with Luke especially, but Leia can only offer her comfort - she offers Rey her arms, telling her that Ben had said she was to stay, only for Rey to turn and run in search of the nearest transport. She doesn’t care to sit back while others fight for her - especially not others like the traitor Kylo Ren.

Onboard the SSD, Kylo leads Poe, Rose and Finn - all shackled, as if taken prisoner - towards the command deck. The corridors are mostly empty, and they go unquestioned until Phasma - wounded and limping, but still dangerous - sees them. She challenges them and takes aim at Finn, but Kylo kills her before she can fire - with this, Poe and Finn reluctantly realise that Kylo Ren might be trustworthy after all. They press on, only to find that Ren’s access codes to the command deck have been revoked - his betrayal is known. Rose sets to work on getting the doors open, with BB-8’s help. Kylo, meanwhile, vanishes to confront Snoke in the hope that he can buy them some time.

Rey makes it on board the SSD, encountering minimal resistance until she is set upon by Snoke’s Praetorian Guard. Exhausted, she battles fiercely but struggles to hold them at bay - there are too many of them! Just when everything seems lost, Kylo appears and takes on the rest of the guards. Kylo dispatches them before angrily asking Rey what she is doing on the ship. Before Rey can answer, Snoke’s voice echoes through her mind, beckoning her to come to him. Trance-like, she moves through the corridors of the SSD towards Snoke’s throne room. Kylo tries to stop her, begging her to snap out of it, but cannot get through to her - Snoke’s grip on her mind is too strong.

Rose has cracked the door to the command deck - it is mysteriously empty. Rose, Finn and Poe race to the controls - they’re horrified to realise that a kamikaze protocol has been activated. The ship is going down with them on board!

Rey and Kylo find themselves before Snoke. Snoke gives Kylo a final opportunity to ‘redeem’ himself by killing Rey, presenting her as the perfect victim - she would be powerless to stop him, unaware that a blow was even to be expected. Kylo refuses, disgusted by the cowardice Snoke is asking him to display, tossing his lightsaber aside. He is confused when Snoke seems pleased, smiling as he releases his hold on Rey’s mind. Snoke never thought that Kylo would actually kill Rey - the plan was always to use Kylo to lure her to him. Rey comes back to herself and is terrified by the awful sight of Snoke, stepping back. Snoke soothes her and asks if she wants to learn the truth about her family. Rey can’t help but say yes.

At this moment, Luke arrives - he draws his lightsaber for the first time, and tells Rey not to listen to Snoke. But Snoke continues. The truth - the truth that Skywalker knew all along but wouldn’t tell her - is that Luke struck her parents down in his holy war against the dark side. Rey refuses to believe it, but Snoke enters her mind and draws to the surface a repressed memory - a younger Luke and his men fighting a clan, dispatching a young woman and a man. Rey herself is left sobbing in the snowy woods, all alone and at the mercy of the people trader who stole her and traded her for some scrap metal on Jakku.

Snoke asks Rey if she wants to learn further truths - this time, truths about the Force itself. She agrees, telling Luke and Kylo that they both betrayed her - as teachers and as people. Desperate, Luke and Kylo both attack Snoke together. Kylo, his mental strength weakened from his earlier efforts to heal his mother, is tossed aside easily, being left dazed and prone by a blow to the head. Luke is incredibly strong, but Snoke’s mental abilities are unparalleled - he holds Luke at bay as he beckons Rey to his side, and they both vanish through a hidden door at the back of the throne room.

The film ends with Luke and Kylo entombed in Snoke’s throne room, Rose, Poe and Finn trapped on the command deck, and Rey looking out at the stars through the window of Snoke’s private shuttle as she is taken to commence the next stage of her training. Iris out!

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luna473 · 5 years ago

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Water Attracts Lightning // Zuko X Kasami (OC) [FanFiction]

Chapter 3: “we are rarely proud when we are alone.”

Kasami’s P.O.V

My eyes flutter open to the sight of a Fire Nation flag across from me. I try to sit up but I find that my body is too sore to move just yet. I notice various parts of my body have bandages.

Where am I?

I look to the other side of the dark and cold room to see a boy, sleeping on the couch next to my bed. I tilt my head and furrow my brows in confusion. His raven colored hair resting messily on his pillow and I can only see his toned, shirtless back. I can’t help but notice the scars and marks that run along his upper back. Maybe he’s a soldier? A warrior, perhaps.

Whoever he is, he must have been the one who bandaged me up.

I rub my temples to ease my pounding headache. I try to sit up again, successful, I hold on to the railing beside me. A sharp pain in my side causes me to yelp in pain as I clutch my waist.

Oh right..Thats where I had a knife thrown at me.

“Hello?” I call out to the mystery boy hoarsely. He sits up from his position on the couch and yawns, stretching his arms out above him. He turns around just as I recognize him from the scar on his face.

“No..”

I start scooting back on my bed.

“Wait wait, It’s okay!”

“Get away from me!” I scream out at him before I realize that I scooted too far. My body falls to the floor, right on the same side I have my deep cut. I yell out in pain, holding my side as I try to sit up. Zuko makes his way around the bed to my side, a look of apprehension and worry on his face. My long dark hair falling messily down to my waist in waves, and my cut face staring back up at him with anger.

“Wait! please!”

He shouts as I bend the water out of a cup on the nightstand at him. The small amount of water barely splashing his face, at most getting his hair wet. He groans in frustration, running his hand through his now soaked hair.

“KASAMI!”

He yells my name at the top his lungs, immediately stopping me in my tracks and gaining my attention.

“Just. Listen.” He enunciates, staring me down.

“If you would just stop trying to fight me, I can help you heal.”

He peered over at my now bleeding wound. My eyes glance down at my side. The cut must have reopened when I fell off the bed.

“Let me help you.”

He steps towards me as I give him an aggravated look. He goes to wrap his arm around me to try and help me up but I quickly slap it away.

“Don’t you dare touch me.”

I hiss out at him. I stared him down with every ounce of hatred in my body.

“Well I kinda have to if I’m going to get you up off the floor.” He sarcastically exclaimed, crossing his arms.

“Don’t you remember the last time you laid your hands on me, Prince Zuko?”

It was 3 years ago, the Gaang and I were on the run from, you guessed it, Prince Zuko himself. He had just captured me and was in the midst of bringing me onto his ship.

“You know it’s stupid keeping me here, right?”

Zuko glanced in my direction, an unamused expression on his face.

“They are long gone by now.”

“Don’t worry Kasami, as long as I have you, I already know they are bound to show up to your rescue.”

Zuko smirked at me. I know he’s right. As much as I begged for them to leave me and keep the mission going, that’s not who they are. I know they will be back and I know they’ll step right into his trap. They will all get hurt or even killed. Just because of me.

“How about a challenge. Just you and me, man to man.”

He glances in my direction and scoffs, rolling his eyes.

“What? Too scared I’ll beat you?”

“As if a Water Tribe peasant like you could ever stand a chance against the Fire Lord’s son.”

I mentally groan in annoyance and frustration. I have to make this work, or my friends will end up dead.

“Scared I’ll beat you in a fight just like your father did?”

A quick moment of silence is shared between the prince and I. He gets up and makes his way over to me. He snakes his hand around my throat and squeezes, making me unable to breath.

“If a fight is what you want, a fight is what you shall receive.” He growls under his breath, his face inches away from mine. He releases my throat, leaving me gasping for breath as he unleashes his breath of fire out into the sky. A show of his skill and strength.

“Release her!”

Zuko yells out to the guards as they untie my hands and feet.

“Foolish boy.”

We stand in front of each other in our fighting positions. He opens his hands of fire as I gather up my water, creating a cloud of ice daggers, ready to unleash on him at any moment. He punches multiple bursts of fire at me while I easily dodge his attacks. I release my ice daggers, effectively injuring multiple parts of his body.

“That all you got, Prince?” I sneered out at him, he was clearly no match for a waterbending master, especially one of my level. Well of course he didn’t know that at the time. He was doubled over, trying to catch his breath prior to unleashing his breath of fire. I winced in pain as I slightly got burnt.

“You’ll regret that.”

I release all of my water, knocking him down. Successfully, I bend water from the ocean beside us and freeze his entire body, leaving only his head out of the ice. He stared me down, seeming as if he was shooting daggers with his eyes. His breath was shaky and he was struggling to move his limbs, which were of course encased in ice.

“Come on, Zuko,” I laughed at the boy incapacitated in front of me. “That was just too easy.”

I wiped myself off and put my hand on my hip.

“I thought a water tribe peasant like me was no match for a Fire Prince,” I remarked sarcastically. “Oh wait! My apologies, banished Fire Prince.”

His face turned beet red, obviously infuriated. The Fire Prince had been beaten by a Water Tribe girl. He shamefully peered down at the ground. That didn’t seem to last long though, quickly after, his frown turned into a devious smirk. I raised an eyebrow at him. He peered over my shoulder but before I could turn around, it was too late. Everything seemed as if it were in slow motion. Prince Zuko’s soldiers chi blocked me, immediately making my bending abilities and my limbs useless. A look of terror spread across my face as he was freed from the ice I had previously encased him in.

“W-what are you doing?!” I shouted out, frantically looking around. His earthbender soldiers swiftly enclosed my hands and feet onto the ground with rocks.

“This wasn’t a part of the rules! It was just supposed to be me and you!”

He walked over to me, towering over the spot where I lay, unable to move.

“You are a coward, Prince Zuko.”

He bends over, looking down at me. Refusing to make eye contact with him, he lifts my chin with his finger. He squeezes my face harshly, forcing me to look up at him.

“And you are worthless.” He hissed out at me.

“Zuko, please. Why are you doing this?” I whispered softly. “You have to leave the Avatar alone, he is our one chance at peace.”

“You don’t understand. I’ve lost something of mine. My honor.”

“Why would you want to please the same man that has destroyed nations, killed families...innocent people.”

It almost looked like there was a glimpse of shame in his eyes. Maybe that was just wishful thinking.

“The Avatar is my last shot at restoring my honor and gaining my fathers love. I won’t let anything get in my way.”

I audibly groaned in anger.

“Why do you want the love of the same man who burned you, Zuko?!” I blurted out harshly.

He let go of my face and pushed me back, his fists balled in anger.

“Why are so obsessed with honor!? Just leave us alone!” I shouted out at him, tears threatening to fall.

“Nothing will get in my way.”

“God, Zuko. You are a coward. You are weak. You will never regain your honor.” I ruthlessly let out all of my frustration.

“I’LL SHOW YOU JUST HOW POWERFUL I AM!”

My eyes widen with fear as he whips his hands around in the air, channeling lightning from the dark, ominous clouds above us.

“Please..Please don’t do this.”

Zuko turns around with his lightning dancing and buzzing all around him, mostly focusing on his hands. He yells out as he swiftly points his two fingers at me, the lightning following.

“NO!”

Theres nothing I could do. My limbs were useless and encased in heavy rocks. I let my tears fall as I accepted my fate. The last thing I remember were his golden eyes staring into mine. When I woke up, I was on Appa with Aang right beside me. I was badly damaged on a small part of my left jaw, which continued all the way down the side of my neck, to my shoulder.

That night has haunted me ever since.

I delicately traced the outline of my scar with my finger. My eyes swelled up with tears, but there was no way in hell I’d let Zuko see me cry.

“Well..Y-You know I’m different now! Plus all the shit you said to me, I just-“

“How could you ever do that to someone else? The same way your father scarred you, you did to me. I was powerless,” I glared up at him as I got up on my own, holding onto the railing of the bed. “You lied and you cheated. I had you beat and you couldn’t stand it.”

He seemed to wince as if my words had physically hurt him, but then he just turned back and looked at me coldly.

“Well I still beat you, didn’t I?”

I scoffed in shock.

“You are still the same coward who burned me on that boat all those years ago.” I snapped at him, pushing him as I tried to make my way to the door. I was quickly stopped by him spinning me around and pinning me to the wall. With his hand at the base of my neck, he glared down at me.

“I am the Fire Lord. I am not-“

“You seem to still have a habit of choking me, don’t you Zuko?” I stared up at him with my eyebrow raised.

“W-what? No! I-“

Watching him get all flustered was the funniest thing, but sadly I can’t keep teasing men and waste any more time. I quickly caught him off guard when he loosened his grip. I pushed past him and made my way to the door.

“Kasami! You know you are still too weak to be going out.” He started, “At least stay a couple more days so you can heal. You have get stronger if we want to get our friends back.”

I whipped my head around to see him standing with his arms crossed.

“How do you know? and what do you mean we?”

I mimicked his stance with an annoyed look plastered across my face.

“You were talking about it all night in your sleep, and yes, I’m coming with you whether you like it or not.”

“There is no way Im going anywhere with you.”

“Yeah I’d rather not be anywhere near you, but these are our friends I’m talking about, Kasami.”

As much as I hate admitting it, I know he’s right.

“Fine! But I don’t want you in here while I heal.”

“Well it’s my-“

“Zuko.”

“Okay fine.”

I begin to walk slowly towards my bed, shuffling my feet against the dark wood floor.

“Hey! Wait, let me help-“

“Zuko I’m fine I can do it myself.” I blew him off as I tried to walk but quickly after a few seconds the floor seemed to sway beneath my feet and my legs went weak. I fell to my hands and knees.

“Damnit, damnit, damnit.” I curse under my breath.

“Oh god.” Zuko rushes over to my side. He snakes his arm around my waist and puts my arm around his neck. I wince at his touch, but I’m in too much agony to do anything about it. I peer down to the floor, almost shamefully, as he picks up my body from off the floor. He’s definitely not the same boy I fought with years ago. That boy would have never even helped me in the first place. How am I supposed to work together with, let alone trust the same man who burned me? Left me for dead with no remorse?

He struck me...with lightning.

I had to spend days trying to convince Aang not to tell the others about what had happened to me. After the last time I even tried to trust Zuko, I knew I would end up being the one who got hurt.

Zuko’s P.O.V

I slipped my arm around Kasami’s waist and lifted her up off the floor, trying to be as gentle as I possibly could. I notice her doing everything in her power to look away from me. You’d think after saving her life and helping her I’d at least get a thank you? Well, I did burn her, but that’s beside the point. I laid her down on my bed. I reached behind her to grab the pillows, but my hand accidentally moved some of her hair away from her face. My eyes fixated on her scar, her eyes still avoiding mine. A dark pink raised lightning bolt shape ran from the bottom of her jaw, down her neck, and reaching all the way to her shoulder. The surrounding area had gone a softer pink, pale with age. Much like my own scar. How could I have done this? My own horrible memories of earning my mark taunting me, as I lightly run my hand down her scar. After realizing what I’m doing, I quickly snap back into reality as Kasami looks up at me with a concerned and fearful expression. She looks...scared.

“Sorry. I-I’ll leave now. Just...Just shout to maids if you need anything.” I stutter on my words as I make my way out of the bedroom. I can feel her eyes piercing through my back as she watched me walk out. I close the door and lean back against it, slowly sliding down to ground. I raise my knees to my chest and lay my head in my palms.

Part of me feels a sickening pit in my stomach. How could I have put her through that? I feel so completely and utterly ashamed of actually making her afraid of me...of hurting her. The other part of me wants to point the blame to her. If she hadn’t provoked me then I wouldn’t have...Damnit Zuko, stop it! Im a different person now. Growing up with a father like mine, I guess you could say I’m still trying to let go of that part of me. Key word “trying”.

Sokka’s P.OV

My eyes open to see a cage, and my own hands trapped in metal. I look around, groggily trying to walk to the front of my cage. I spot Katara, still sleeping in her own prison.

Wait.

“Where’s Aang and Kasami?!” I grab onto the bars of my cage and start vigorously shaking it.

“Sokka?” Katara asked, rubbing her eyes. “What the hell is going on?”

“Kasami and Aang aren’t here!”

“D-don’t worry Sokka! I’m sure they’re fine.” Katara’s motherly instincts kicking in as she tries to console me.

I groan and shake my cage even more, making as much noise as possible.

A door shutting in the distance immediately catches my attention.

“What a shame.”

A man in a dark robe circles around our cages.

“Such young children, filled with so much hope.”

“Where. Is. Kasami?” I snap at him.

“Oh you mean the one who tried to escape last night?”

She tried to escape?

“Sorry to tell you, but unfortunately we had to shoot her down. I guess you could say she was...” The mystery man raised his hand, fire sprouting from his palm. “taken care of.”

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imaginetonyandbucky · 8 years ago

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Dream a Little Dream of Me - Ch3/4

The days after the ‘incident’ are a blur for me. Loki, Thor’s extravagant brother, decided it’s prime time for some seasonal mischief on Earth and throws an evil overlords’ party in New York for the Avengers to deal with.

Thor said Loki was adopted but damn…someone needs to find the guy some hobby. Only a demi-god bored out of his mind would bring all sorts of funky alien creatures to the middle of Manhattan for an afternoon playdate.

All. Week. Long.

Contrary to Steve’s wishes, I joined the fight the second day, after a gigantic alien bug smashed through the common floor’s windows and disrupted my relaxing round of Smash bros. Thought it was appropriate to join the Hulk and do some smashin’ of my own.

By the end of the week, I didn’t even mind Steve’s disapproving pout when he called the assemble and I just automatically went to suit up as well.

And today is no different.

“You know, I’m starting to suspect your little brother might actually hate you,” Clint says with all the subtle sarcasm he could come up with, glaring at Thor.

“He indeed appears to be in a foul mood! But we shall prevail against these…sluggy…glistening armored fish abominations just like we have prevailed in the past!” Thor booms and doesn’t fail to grab both of Clint’s shoulders in a deathly grip of brotherhood.

“Let’s try apprehending Loki this time, before he slips back into Asgard. Again,” Steve sighs from the front seat of the quinjet.

Me and Clint drop down first to take the high-ground while the quinjet touches down on the coast and the Avengers pour out to deal with the…sluggy armored fish abominations hands on.

“Alrighty, here we go. Wanna bet who gets more of those little slimy critters?”

“I refuse to be the Gimli to your Legolas,” I roll my eyes and assemble the Stark-designed sniper rifle with precision and speed that’s partly my own, partly the Soldier’s.

“A-ha! So Cap did give you his bucket list of movies you gotta catch up with! Or more like…Bucky-list, amirite?” he snickers, already sending arrows left and right.

Sometimes I wonder if this guy is seriously an adult.

(Read-more ahead!)

“Shut up and shoot. You’ll need the extra shots if you wanna beat me.”

“And here I thought you don’t wanna be the gruff dwarf to my lean, Elfish awesomeness! I wouldn’t be so cocky if I were you.”

“Bullets are faster than arrows,” I point out and take aim at the first fishy beast. When I pull the trigger, the bullet goes straight through its toothy jaw, body going limp and onto the ground.

“We’ll see about that!” he takes the challenge and intensifies his shooting.

It only takes a minute for us to realize we might have a problem. Unless we hit the funky creatures in their weak, unarmored spots of skin, the arrows – and the bullets – ricochet off their armor.

Asgardians and their damn magic.

“Well, so much for this,” I discard the rifle and wire down the building to join the fray up close. Let’s see how resistant the critters are to a metal fist.

“Aw, maaaan,” I hear Clint sputter through the radio and spot him descending down here as well. He might be the master of long-range fights, but he sure doesn’t shy away from some close combat – if necessary.

And this time it is necessary.

Steve and Thor successfully smash the magic-enhanced creatures with their superior shield and hammer combo and Natasha has already switched from deadly bullets to deadly daggers. Sam is flying all around the place, usually just setting up the kills for the others and making sure the perimeter is clear and that’s it. Since Steve ordered both Bruce and Tony to take a day off, we kinda lack the raw smashing power and the devastating Iron Man repulsors.

Or…not?

I watch not three, but five of the armored beasts explode in what is unmistakably repulsor fire and glance up just in time to spot the flash of gold and crimson. Something about a fully weaponized flying suit of armor is just so damn cool…so who can blame me for observing it throughout the past few battles. Very closely. Purely out of curiosity and…tactical reasons. Yeah, all about tactics.

Speaking of which, there’s a disapproving Captain America about to have a fit in the comms in three, two, one…

“Iron Man! I told you to stay in the Tower for this one!”

Here we go.

“Oh. Did you? I could swear you said play in the shower…which I did and now I’ve come to play here. So rude not to invite me to a party like this, Capsicle!”

“As much as I would argue about the party bit – again – we could actually use an extra hand here, couldn’t we?” Natasha saves us from Steve’s imminent lecture for now and everyone resumes their fighting efforts.

Loki is nowhere to be found this time, which is bad news. He’s either getting bored of this himself, or he’s on the lookout for more weird aliens to send our way tomorrow.

Twenty minutes later, the coast is clear. Kinda. It’s full of dead, slimy fishy bodies that are already starting to smell worse than before.

“Alright, let’s check the perimeter, make sure we’ve got them all. Someone is going to have to deal with all these,” Steve commands and looks around the graveyard of a battlefield.

“I’ve called it in. Fury should be here with the clean-up crew any minute. He likes sushi so this should be right up his alley,” Tony chuckles and lifts off. “See ya back in the shower. I mean Tower.”

I don’t even have to turn around to know that deep sigh of utter desperation comes from our mighty leader. He orders us back to the quinjet and within minutes we are back in the Avengers Tower, safe and sound.

Safe from the aliens at least. The fury on Steve’s face as he spots the disobedient engineer at the bar with Bruce could only be rivaled by the fury on Fury’s face when he sees the mess we’ve left in there for him to clean up.

“What were you thinking?!”

“Hm? Oh, I was thinking we could skip shawarma and go for double Shirley Temple’s all around. Or a Roy Rogers for you if you fancy something alcoholic, it’s past five so we can do that without Bruce calling the AA. Here, have one,” Tony hands the drink with an over-the-top umbrella to the rapidly advancing Captain, not expecting what happens next.

To be fair, nobody really expects Steve to slap that cocktail out of Tony’s hand with enough force to cause an audible smack and all but lift him off the bar stool, hand twisted into his shirt’s collar.

“I gave you a direct order! You don’t listen to me and my lectures and that’s fine, but this was a mission, Tony! You’ve been barely keeping yourself on your feet this entire week! You’re either gonna get yourself killed on the field or worse, someone else! I don’t want to see you anywhere near a battle until you’ve rested, eaten and gotten your act together!”

“Yeah? Then how about you back the fuck off, Rogers!” he spits into Steve’s face, all traces of amusement – fake, but still amusement – gone from his features.

I remember that look all too well from one week ago, when I’ve taken one too many steps towards the already panicked man. Back then I’ve written it off as circumstantial. But apparently he’s actually got enough reasons to flinch away from imposing supersoldiers.

And I’ve seen just about enough evidence.

“I will, when you - ” Steve starts, but to his own shock doesn’t get to continue.

I have found that a metal fist pushing against one’s neck usually has that effect on people. I have also found that trying to execute said move against a friendly in the presence of one Natasha Romanov usually ended up with me dodging a rain of daggers and snapping out of whatever rage-filled Soldier episode I’d be under at the time.

But this rage is all me and judging by the lack of daggers, Natasha must be thinking the same.

Steve stumbles back, the hand he’s been holding Tony with a second ago flies to my metal one still pushing him backwards, until I decide we’re far enough.

“Bucks, let me go, I’m just - ”

“I don’t care.”

“Buck - ”

“I. Don’t. Care,” I repeat with all the intimidation I can without really snapping into the Winter Soldier right here and there.

He stares at me, the anger dissipating in an instant. For the first time since I can remember, he’s not looking at me with concern, pity or disappointment. Just surprise, confusion…and little tiny bit of fear.

It should probably alarm me, but there’s no excuse for Steve’s behavior. Giving him a little taste of his own medicine might just work.

“Go cool off. Now,” I command, releasing him from my firm, but harmless grip.

Steve hangs on the spot for a moment, his widened eyes searching my face for…I’m not sure what. He probably doesn’t find it in the end and backs away and out of the room without a word.

I don’t know what I’d do if he didn’t. Or I don’t want to really think about it.

“Wow. Did you just send the Captain to his room to think about what he’s done like the naughty little kid he is?” Clint whistles and walks up to me, hand already up, expecting a high-five. He abruptly stops few feet away though, glancing at something behind me. “Right…well, I need a shower.”

“Splendid idea! Let’s go converse about today’s battle underneath the falling sprinkle!” Thor decides and goes ahead first.

“For real,” Sam nods when he sniffs at Clint, nose scrunched up.

“You’re not exactly smelling of roses yourself,” Clint retaliates and both bird men head for the elevator, fiercely glaring at each other the whole way.

I risk turning around, fearing whatever it was that stopped even Clint in his tracks, but there’s nothing to see, really. Tony has sat back on the stool, looking down at his fidgeting fingers with that scary, closed off expression.

Bruce’s expression is anything but closed off – his rage is carefully hidden behind his eyes and to anyone else, he looks just as calm as ever. Until you realize that angered spark is next to last thing one would see before he turns all green.

He gives me a tiny smile and a nod, his left hand resting on Tony’s forearm in a simple, comforting gesture.

I return the nod and dodging Natasha’s own searching squint, I leave the room as well. I’ll make sure Steve gets his shit together and Bruce will make sure Tony’s okay. Sounds fair enough.

Just gotta ignore that painful sting that stabbed at my chest as soon as I’ve seen the two sciencebros together. Haven’t felt that one in…decades.

And it freaks me the hell out.

“Sergeant Barnes? Sergeant?”

I stir from my usual limbo to the gentle sound of JARVIS’s purposefully lowered, but urgent voice. “Wh’t?” I slur, running a hand over my eyes, clearing my vision a little bit.

Did I fall asleep? I was reading this weird book about sparkling vampires and…oh wait. Yeah. That might be the reason why I fell asleep. Natasha did mention I shouldn’t read it past midnight unless I really wanted to sleep.

“If I could possibly bother you with a…request,” JARVIS continues in the same, uncertain but adamant tone that he only ever uses when something serious is going on that he can’t do anything about. A mission…or Tony.

“S’mthin’ wrong?” I discard the large book and stretch in the chair.

“Possibly…do not be alarmed, please. It is nothing life threatening I assure you, but…your assistance would be much appreciated. By me, that is.”

So it is Tony. JARVIS always speaks in twisting riddles when his creator is concerned. Sometimes I don’t understand this dynamic they’ve got going. I suppose something in his code is preventing him from being straightforward about these matters – so he’s forced to improvise.

“What is it, JARVIS?”

“Sir has – how do I put it. He deemed it necessary to use last resort means in order to sleep tonight.”

Well, that didn’t sound ominous at all. “Last resort? Where is he? What kinda la - ”

“He is drinking by the penthouse piano, Sergeant. Not excessively, yet, but he had only just begun.”

“Oh. I’m not sure how I can help you with that.”

“I would usually request Colonel Rhodes’s presence in such cases, but he is too far to make it here soon enough. I…would prefer if Sir was not alone.”

And that right there is why everybody likes JARVIS. Because JARVIS likes everyone. He’s proven on many occasions before he’d go through great lengths to make everybody’s life here the best experience possible. Even my own.

But let’s just say this pursuit of his intensifies a thousand fold when it comes to Tony. And I can’t argue with that at all.

“What’cha want me to do?”

“Just keep him company.”

“I can do that,” I nod and get up, walking straight to the opening elevator. It’s a simple enough request, but... “Wouldn’t Bruce be a better choice though?”

“I believe given the current circumstances, Sir would appreciate you more than Dr. Banner,” JARVIS replies without hesitation, the raw honesty in his statement making me pause in my tracks for a second.

“Why?” I ask in a mere whisper, hand resting against the wall of the now moving elevator. Next to Colonel Rhodes, Bruce is Tony’s best friend when it comes to the Avengers. And me...I’m pretty much just a stranger.

“Because you understand,” he answers as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

I let that sink in, while the elevator stops and opens on the floor I can’t say I’ve ever been on before. I often go to the roof, which is right above the penthouse, but the penthouse itself has always been taboo for me. Actually most of the Avengers.

It’s Tony’s sanctuary, much like the workshop. That makes it two places in the Tower I haven’t been in.

Or just one, now that I take a cautious step inside the spacious room. The lights are dimmed, but it isn’t hard to spot the engineer. He’s right where JARVIS said he would be – by the black concert piano next to the bar. One hand holding onto a bottle of brandy, the other ghosting over the black and white keys in some random melody.

It feels like I’m invading his privacy…technically, I am. Hopefully JARVIS was right or I might have to dodge a furiously hauled bottle of liquor.

Before I can decide how to best announce myself without startling him, his hand stills over the keyboard and the other extends toward me. It’s shaky and makes the golden liquid slosh in the bottle in wild audible waves.

“On second thoughts,” he looks at me with somewhat unfocused eyes, “why waste this expensive beauty on someone that can’t even get drunk.” The hand moves back to rest the bottle on Tony’s thigh and he squints at me. “Can you get drunk?”

Now that I think about it, I guess I can’t. If Steve can’t, then chances are it’s the same for me. I don’t remember HYDRA ever experimenting with this particular fact and the Soldier definitely didn’t go on any post-mission beers either.

“S’pose not,” I shrug, observing the surprisingly very sober man. He appears a bit hazy, but that could just be the exhaustion from however many hours he hasn’t slept for this time. “And I’m more of a beer guy anyway.”

He perks up at that, the squint disappearing. “Really? Where did you get your hands on a beer during the Great Depression?”

I chuckle and deeming it safe enough I walk slowly to the piano. “New York wasn’t all that big on prohibition you know? And by the time I could drink, prohibition was all but over anyway.”

Tony looks up in thought and nods. “Ah yeah…forgot,” he adds in a whisper and focuses back on the keys, not playing anything, just touching them curiously.

“There was this warehouse…I don’t really remember what it was called. I used to go there with a couple other fellas on the weekends to earn some money. Heavy liftin’ and stuff. Wasn’t much, but the manager always invited us for a pint after the shift. He was Irish I think...taught us all sorts of drinkin’ songs. And games.”

I smile at the memory. It’s so rare for me to recall something with enough detail to make a story out of it, but somehow all the drunken Saturdays just got back to me now.

I glance at Tony and catch him staring at me with a smile of his own.

“Drinking games? Now that’s more like it, Sergeant. And you said you wouldn’t know what to do when you can’t sleep,” he grins and puts the bottle up on the shiny surface of the piano, nudging it closer to me.

“S’not gonna work,” I poke the bottle and sigh. Can’t say I haven’t thought about it. But a drunken haze is a little too close to the dreamless abyss so yeah, I’d rather avoid that.

“Sucks.”

“How’s it workin’ for you?”

“Like magic! Can’t remember shit in the morning.”

“You don’t look very happy about it though,” I point out, leaning gently against the luxurious wooden instrument.

The grin slips away as his eyes travel down to the keys. “Isn’t exactly the best way to…how did your bestie put it? Rest and get my shit together? That. Contrary to everyone’s belief, I really would prefer the usual way.”

“Yeah…sorry about him, by the way. That was way out of line. What he did.”

“Thought he was supposed to fight the bullies, not be one of them,” he scoffs, playing a deep, dramatic accord.

Just as I imagined, he’s not really angry with Steve about what happened. He’s just quietly resigned about it.

And that’s just wrong.

I can be mad at my best friend for the both of us – and I am – but Tony should at least make it clear that leader or not, worried or not, Steve’s behavior was unacceptable. And if he wouldn’t listen, then he should explain what’s really going on underneath all the pretense of irresponsibility and recklessness.

Then again, same could be said for me. Even JARVIS suggested it. Just tell them the truth. Some things really are easier said than done.

I understand though. And only now I realize that I might be one of few that really do. We have the same kinda problem, with the added irony of wishing we could swap places.

To dream and not to dream.

I don’t really wanna deal with the others…explaining this to them, not even Steve. Especially not him. But Tony understands just as much as I do and I can’t say that I mind. Not at all. It’s…nice to know there’s someone in here that I don’t have to hide under a mask from. Someone that goes out of his way to make things easier for me – and I will sure as hell do the same.

“You’re right. I told him as much so…he tries somethin’ like this again, I’ll deck him in the face hard enough he flies all the way back to Brooklyn.”

He looks at me, eyes wide and mouth forming an astonished ‘o’. “Sergeant Barnes! That’s your best friend you’re talking about!” he maintains the scolding expression for a second before breaking into a laugh. “I’d pay to see that actually,” he adds in a whisper.

“You won’t have to, if he ever decides to be an asshole again.”

He yawns, eyeing the bottle still discarded on the piano.

“You play?” I opt to change the subject – and divert his attention away from the brandy again.

He shakes his head, glaring at the keyboard. “I guess. Mom used to…she was good at it, too. She thought me how to play, but hey. Playing the piano isn’t really the trademark Stark forte. Didn’t get to practice much…so now I’m just abusing this poor thing with my lack of skill whenever I feel like waking up the neighbors with broken as fuck Chopin.”

“Can’t be the judge of that. Never heard your broken as fuck Chopin,” I shrug and consider it a win when Tony laughs in response and waves at the nearby chair, the bottle all but forgotten.

“Grab a front row seat then, Sarge!” he offers.

I walk over to the chair and take it, but before moving it closer to the piano and sitting down, something needs to be done with this. “You can just call me Bucky, you know?”

“I will if you will,” he turns around a little to look at me, hands folded.

“You want me to call you Bucky?”

“Don’t be cute,” he conjures up an angry pout. “Besides…Bucky’s like a name for a dog. What the hell were you thinking?!”

“I was thinking five of my schoolmates were James’ so…Buchanan…Barnes...they thought Bucky was clever.”

“For a dog,” he repeats but has troubles keeping a smile from cracking his façade.

“Call me James then!” I flail and roll my eyes, trying not to indulge him too much.

“I already have a James friend,” he points out and looks thoughtful.

“You never call him James though.”

“Because it’s lame,” he mumbles and something sparkles in his hazy eyes, clearing them instantly. “For him I mean…James…sounds so old-fashioned. Might just be perfect for you,” he smirks and shuffles with the chair to a side a bit to make space for me.

“Dunno if I should be offended or not.”

“Definitely not. You will however be offended by this,” he points at the keyboard and starts playing something classical.

I suppose it’s the Chopin, but I’d never be able to tell anyway. It’s quick and melodic and…nice. So I just put the chair next to him, watching, listening.

By morning we’d moved to the couch to continue the random banter and eventually fall asleep.

And the dreamless slumber came again, only this time it didn’t feel all wrong, for whatever reason.

#prompts #winteriron #tony stark #bucky barnes #tony x bucky #lantia #steve is acting up #lil' protective bucky #piano!Tony

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