#imagine people walking further than they thought they would cuz of the curse

[falling-apart-burrito]

A list of known jinxes, hexes and minor curses for the aspiring petty sorcerer by the burrito wizard

Pay it forward

5 minutes after every other voluntary step, the victim takes an involuntary step forward. This effect stacks.

Possible incantations (hand gestures not included):

Two small steps for man, another small step for man

A thousand miles and 500 more

You have arrived past your destination

[wildernessuntothemselves]

Prey for You | Part 5

Genre: Smut, angst.

Word Count: 5.8k

Summary: After finding out what Chan really thinks of you, you’re determined to never let him in again. But he finds a way to sneak back into your bed. 

Warnings: super unhealthy relationship, dom!reader, sub!chan, milking but not the prostate way, use of a fleshlight, cumplay?, degradation, enemies to lovers,  wolf!hybrid chan, fox!hybrid reader

A/N: this is a major risk cuz i don’t even know if I’m done editing this lol so if its a mess let me know and I might fix it lmao. the gif is for the bath scene btw uwu

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 Part 5, Part 6

You wish you could immediately move out and go someplace else, away from Chan and the constant reminder that you’re not good enough for him. But if it was that easy, you wouldn’t have had to move in with him in the first place. Now you were forced to live with the man who everyday reminded you of what you could’ve had if only you weren’t what you were.

For his part, Chan tries to apologize to you, but what use is his apology now that you have confirmation of what he really thinks of you? That doesn’t mean he has let up, though.

“Hey, baby.” The man in question greets you as soon as you come back from a lecture. “I wanna talk to you.”

You can’t keep going through this. Every time he tries to justify himself--to explain why it’s a good idea that people don’t know about you-- it just cements in your mind that he’ll never see you as someone worthy of him, of anyone. So you silently move past him, walking towards your room and hoping that the severe look you have on your face will discourage him this time. But it doesn’t, and he follows you into your room.

“I have something to tell you.” He announces and you turn to face him with an agitated sigh. “Then say it and go.”

You hope this will be quick, at least, but your hope is dashed when he crosses the distance between you and wraps his arms around you, pulling you towards his body. You open your mouth to curse him out, but the smell of him floods your nose with a spicier tinge to it than usual.  

“Oh.” Your mouth gapes in realization. “You’re going into heat.”

He nods, leaning down to nuzzle your nose with his before going further, trying to catch your lips in a kiss, but his lips barely brush yours before you lean back, your hands pushing your body as far away from his as the embrace can allow. “So? That doesn’t change anything.”

“The hell it does.” He grimaces, not pleased with your reaction. “I need you.” 

“No, you need to get laid. You could get that from any of your groupies.” 

He scoffs in disbelief, “So you want me to go fuck other women?” 

You realize how far you’ve let things go when just hearing him say it out loud makes you want to fold in on yourself to protect your heart from getting torn to pieces. You shouldn’t have let things get this far. There is a reason you were so cautious before and you’ve gone and fucked yourself over at the first sign of someone being nice to you, of someone showing you the slightest hint of trust and affection. And you thought you were strong.

“I don’t care what you do.” You lie through your teeth, wishing to at least keep the knowledge of your shameful demise from him. “We’re not together.”

That angers him the most. “Yes, we are!” 

“Really? Because no one else seems to know.” You seethe, and he finally pulls away from you, infuriated at you as if you’re the one being ridiculous. “You’ve seen how my friends reacted. How do you think everyone else is gonna react?”

“That shouldn’t matter!”

“You’re just saying that because you don’t have anything to lose.”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe how full of yourself you are! You think I would be so damn honored if people knew I am with the pride of predators that you are?”

“Stop fucking saying that! Do I need to be a mindless brute to earn your respect as a predator?”

“No, but this--” You gesture vaguely towards him with distaste, “certainly isn’t earning my respect.” 

He takes a deep breath, face red and aggression rolling off of him in waves. You wonder if he’ll attack you like last time. But he just grits through his teeth, looking away, “What am supposed to do with my heat?”

“I don’t care.” You mutter, and his eyes snap to you, a little wild with fury. 

You hold your breath as he starts walking towards you, a muscle ticking in his jaw, and you imagine what it would be like if he were to snap it around your neck. Would it hurt more or less than you’re hurting right now? But instead of tearing your throat out, he walks past you and out of the room.

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Chan has been gone for an hour now. And your mind was running wild with images of him fucking someone else. You feel stupid. You’re the one who sent him away, but what were you supposed to do? Give yourself completely to him until he has exhausted his need of you and throws you away? He’s made his stance pretty clear, and you’d be pathetic to let him use you like that. 

You're busy beating yourself when you hear the front door open, and you almost jump out of your skin. You whip around towards it, your treacherous affection hoping to see that Chan has changed his mind and came back to you, but instead your all too familiar bitterness takes hold of you as you see him stumbling into the apartment with a girl, their lips locked and their hands all over each other. 

You suppose there must be some truth to the phrase “if looks could kill” because the girl--a bunny hybrid--pulls away from Chan and her big eyes flit around the living room anxiously until they land on you. She squeaks when your eyes meek and she fearfully latches onto Chan’s arm. “You d-didn’t tell me you had a-a roommate.” 

Chan on the other hand is straight up grinning as he sees the murderous look on your face. He bends down to whisper something in the girl's ear that you can’t hear, but judging by the motion of his head and the direction she looks, you know he’s telling her where his bedroom is and to go wait for him there. She gives you one last nervous look before she scurries down the hall and disappears. When she’s gone, he struts over to you like a peacock showing off his feathers. 

“You look upset, baby girl.” 

“You’re a fucking bastard.” You spit out. He smiles wider and leans over you, pushing his hands against the back of the couch and caging you between them. "Last chance, fox. You gonna be a good girl for me or would you rather I go in there and fuck that pretty thing? I know she’ll be more than happy to do anything to please me."

You push him away roughly. He staggers for a second but quickly holds himself upright, grabbing your hands in a painful grip. “That wasn’t so nice, fox.” He grunts, pulling one of your hands towards his crotch and making you feel how hard he is. “But I’ll give you one more chance.” 

“You’re such a fucking slut.” You scowl, roughly palming his dick through his pants. He seems to love it though, biting his lip as a groan slips out of him. Vexed, you pull your hand back and get up, leaning up to hiss at him, "Get her the fuck out and come to my room."

His triumphant smile is met with a disgusted sneer from you. "You think you've won?"

“Kinda, yeah.” He laughs cockily. 

“Yeah, we’ll see about that.” 

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He quickly loses his smile when he steps into your room and sees the items you have on the bed--a fleshlight and a bottle of lube. He gives you a disheartened look. “No, no, this isn’t what we agreed on.”

“We didn’t agree on anything.” 

"I'm going into heat. I need to fuck you not some toy!"

“You can leave if you want. See if the little bunny isn’t too hurt to let you fuck her.” You challenge, confident that he will take anything you give him at this point.  

Groaning in defeat, he slumps down on the bed, and you smile knowingly, ordering him to undress for you. He obliges, although not without a sour pout. When he's naked, you gesture for him to come sit with you on the bed, back pressed against your chest as he settles between your legs. 

He is hard despite his protests, and you open the bottle of lube and squirt some of it on his cock, putting it down then wrapping your hand around him and pumping his cock slowly, just spreading the lube all over it. 

Grabbing the fleshlight with your other hand, you bring it to his lips. "Use your mouth, puppy." 

He groans, reluctantly peeking his tongue out to lap at the toy. You tsk in disapproval. “You’ll never get it wet this way. You’re really big, puppy.” You drawl, dragging your fist tightly up his long member and extracting a deep groan out of him. “Wouldn’t want your cock to get hurt when I fuck you with it dry now, would you?” 

He gives you a dissatisfied grunt but he pushes his tongue out more, starting to lick the opening of the fleshlight more deliberately now. “Good boy. Get it all wet so I can use it to milk every last drop of cum from your balls. Maybe then you’ll behave.” 

His hips buck up into your hands and he starts pushing his tongue in and out of the toy, the wet sounds of his tongue working the fleshlight filling up the room. 

"You're so pathetic. Eating out this silicone pussy so I can fuck you with it instead of sticking your dick in some bitch's warm pussy. All because I want you to, right?" You whisper in his ear before pressing soft kisses down his neck. His breath hitches and he pushes his hips up into your hands again, needing more than the gentle touches you were giving him. 

"You'll do anything if I ask you to." You state, pulling the toy away from his mouth, breaking off the tiny translucent strings of saliva that connect them. Letting go of his dick, you grab the lube again and order him to put two fingers out for you. You squeeze some of the lube onto them then bring the fleshlight to his hand. “Finger your pussy open, baby.” 

“You’re driving me crazy.” He groans as pushes his fingers into the toy, and you laugh. “Aw, is this frustrating for you, puppy?” 

“Yes.” He hisses, his fingers fucking in and out of the toy aggressively. 

“Good.” 

When you’re satisfied with how slick the toy has gotten, and how needy he’s become, you order him to stop and line it over his cock. “Ready, puppy?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be for a fucking toy.” He swears and you smile, plunging the fleshlight over his cock. You don’t need his enthusiasm to do what you want as with a few jerks of the toy, he’s already melting back onto you and moaning out his pleasure, his impending heat already working him to the edge of insanity. 

“See? You’re nothing but a horny dog trying to get off.” You use your free hand to massage his lower belly just above the base of his member, stoking the fire building there. “I should lock your dirty cock in a cage during this heat so you won’t go around humping and fucking whoever you can get your hands on. Only let you out when I want to use you.”

“Then use me, please. Take what you need from me.” He moans even louder, his back arching and his hips fucking up into the toy. “Sit on my face and make me eat you out until I can't breathe or sit on my cock and ride me until you've had your fill.” "And give you the satisfaction of giving me pleasure? No, you don't even deserve that. You'll just sit here and take everything like the selfish dog you are." You slide your hand up his body, brushing your fingers over his nipple. He instantly jerks and tries to close his legs but a harsh growl in his ear is all that's needed for him to swing his legs back open. 

“See? You’re already gonna cum, aren’t you?” You mock, reaching your hand out to grab the small glass cup you left at the bedside table and placing it under his cock.

“What are you doing?” Chan sputters, confused and embarrassed. 

“Wanna see how much cum you have for me, puppy. Show me how bad you need me.” You coax, taking the fleshlight off and using your hand instead, stroking his cock from bottom to top and pointing the leaking tip of it inside the cup. 

“Ahh---that’s filthy.” Chan protests but his eyes are glued to the scene and his moans get higher in pitch as you both prepare for him to orgasm. Your hands continue their rhythmic pumping as spurts of white cum start shooting into the glass, almost as if you’re manually squeezing them out of his dick. 

“That’s a lot of cum. Such a horny dog.” You murmur, taking in the amount of cum collecting in the glass, and he shudders, transfixed by the way your hand is milking every last drop from him. “And you’re wasting all of it. What a useless pup. Should’ve never been a wolf.” 

He growls and lays his head back on your shoulder to look up at you.You think he’s going to argue with you about what you just said but instead he stares at you with his puppy eyes and breathlessly asks for a kiss. 

You could refuse him, of course. He doesn’t deserve it. But you want it too, his plump, red lips too enticing to pass up, and so you close the distance between you and capture them in a lazy kiss. But you barely start before he’s squirming and whining against you. 

“I suppose you still have more to give me.” You murmur against his lips and start moving your hand over his dick again--the wet sounds from your lips against his and your hands over his dick soon filling up the room.

“Such a big boy.” You marvel as you pull away from his slick lips to gaze at his dick, his breath stuttering when you swipe your palm over the leaking head. “But you won’t even get to use it because you’re a dumb, selfish pup.” 

He blinks tiredly at you, apologetically, but you’ll have none of it. 

“Ready to fuck your toy again?” You ask haughtily, and he sighs, nodding defeatedly. 

“There you go.” You put the toy back on him. 

You’re surprised by how vocal he’s being. He’s the loudest you’ve ever heard him. You guess the heat was getting to him as he doesn’t even try to hold back, his moans lusty and shameless. He’s so consumed by the pleasure taking over his body like he’d die without it, and honestly it’s affecting you more than you’d like to admit, your panties sticking to your heat uncomfortably.

"You sound like a whore getting fucked.” You scoff, pumping his dick faster with the fleshlight. "Are you that desperate?" 

“Hmm--yes! Please...fuck me--” He cries, easily giving in as his hips jolt up. “Need your hot---ahh--wet pussy around my cock. You can milk me all you want then. I’ll be all yours. My cum is all yours.” 

“But I don't need to do that when you’re already being such an easy slut for me.” You move your hand up to his chest again, rubbing and teasing his nipples.

"But you want me--" He gasps as you pinch his nipple in retaliation. "Fuck me, please. Need your pussy--oh god.”

“You don’t need it, dumb puppy. You’re cumming fine enough in this toy.” You put your lips to his neck, sucking on the sensitive spot under his ear then laving over it with your tongue. 

“But I want more.. And I know you want---ahhh, fuck--fuck!" He cries out, looking down in time to watch himself empty into the cup again. And like last time, you make sure to catch every last drop. 

“Hah--please.” He pants, leaning back to look up at you, his eyes focusing on your lips. “Kiss...” 

You sigh, kissing him. He doesn’t have to be instructed in this, his lips opening automatically and his tongue pushing needily into your mouth. As his panting moans pick up again, you pull away. 

“Please fuck me.” He draws the request out, pleading. 

“No.”

He whimpers at your definite tone and huffs. “Then let me see you at least.”

“See me?” You quirk an eyebrow at him and he nods earnestly. "Wanna see you."

You move out from behind him and settle between his open legs. “Here I am.” 

But his gaze isn’t on your face, it’s glued to your hard nipples poking through your tank top in arousal. 

“Ah, you wanna see my tits, puppy? Will that help you cum more for me?” You pull your tank top over your breasts, exposing them. He whines at once, struggling to stay in his spot, his tongue swiping over his lips hungrily. 

"What is it? Wanna put suck on them, puppy?" You tease, sitting up and leaning your chest over his face, your breasts just out of reach of his mouth. 

“Yes! Please, can I?” He begs, and just his breath brushing against your nipples is enough to have you rubbing your legs together. You don’t even want to imagine how fast you’d cum if he put his hands on you.

Tangling your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, you push his face into your chest. “Go ahead. You better make it worth my while.”

His mouth immediately latches onto one of your nipples, lathering it with saliva and sucking on it eagerly.

"Fuck, that's a good boy." You hiss, grabbing the fleshlight and pulling it over his cock, not wanting to get distracted. But the faster you work him, the more eagerly he kisses and sucks at your tits, his tongue hungrily licking all over your chest and his teeth insistently nibbling at the skin. 

It's so good the friction you’re getting from rubbing your legs together is enough to make your orgasm build up. You're both impressed and mortified that you can feel yourself getting close just from jerking him off and having him suck on your tits. But you can't dwell on it too much, too busy trying to get him and yourself off. 

You get what you want when he flicks your nipple with his tongue then wraps his lips around your entire areola and sucks harshly, ripping the orgasm from your body. Gasping loudly, your movement over his cock stops and your head drops down. But Chan quickly reaches out and grabs your jaw, pulling your head against his so he can see your face as you cum, the both of you wide-eyed and breathing heavily as the orgasm shakes your body. 

"Fuck." Chan grunt, his hips bucking up into the stationary fleshlight as moans flow through his spit-slick lips. You can tell he’s almost there and you pull the fleshlight away and reach for the cup but it's too late, his seed shooting out and landing on your belly, marking you with it and trailing down slowly towards your pussy.

"Shit, sorry." He groans apologetically but he’s too weak to do anything about it. Exhausted from the three back to back orgasms, he falls back to the bed, boneless. 

You sigh, setting the cup down and getting up to grab some tissues to clean yourself up. When you walk back to the bed, you find Chan struggling to keep his eyes open. 

“No, no, get up. Come on, you need to wash off.” You tug on his arm, but his body is too heavy to budge. 

“I’m too tired.” He whines like a puppy trying to get out of a bath.

“You won't have to do anything. You just sit in the tub and I’ll clean you up.” You try to pull at his arm again but he just buries his face in the pillows and ignores you. You sigh, running your hand over his skin patiently. “Come one, don’t you want a nice, warm bath? Wouldn’t it feel good after all this effort? It’ll loosen your muscles right up.”

He lifts his head up, regarding you, and you brush the hair out of his face softly. “Come on, puppy. I’m tired too.” 

He finally complies, getting up and letting you tug him towards the bathroom. You don’t give him a real bath, you just make him sit in the tub while you scrub and clean his body, letting the warm water stream over him and wash the soap and tension away. 

By the time you’re done, he was starting to doze off again. He looked really cute like that, his eyes almost all the way closed and his lips in a slight pout as he tries to keep his head up. 

You pat his cheek gently, drawing his attention towards you. “Get up, pup. We’re done.” 

He nods groggily and slowly stands up. You dry him off with a towel then lead him to your bed, telling him to wait a minute while you go grab something for him to wear. You know he likes sleeping in only his boxers so you just grab that and come back, handing it to him to put on while you go grab a towel for yourself. 

“I’m gonna go take a shower. I want you back in your room when I’m back.” 

Your words jolt him awake, his eyes wide and alert suddenly. “What? But I thought...” He trails off, looking at you as if asking for you to help finish his sentence. Which is just ridiculous, you don’t, of course. You stare at him with a blank face until he continues in a small voice, "I was hoping I could stay."

“What gave you that impression? You thought you could manipulate me into fucking you and then everything will be fine and dandy?”

“No. I just really miss you.” He states helplessly, and tears spring up into your eyes at that. 

I miss you. You’re special. These are all meaningless words that just serve to put another stab in your heart and remind you of what you’ll never actually have from him. 

“I don’t have the energy for this right now.” You say weakly, turning your back around and heading for the door quickly. “Just leave.”

As soon as you get into the shower, you start to sob. You feel like shit. You've gone through so much abuse and ridicule before but this has to be the worst you’ve ever felt about yourself, for yourself. You have so easily given into him. He’s got you where he wants you again, and he didn't even have to compromise anything to get it. You just walked right into it like an idiot, and now you fear that you feel too much for him to get out of this intact. 

You stay a long time in the shower, waiting for your tears to dry up, but they never do. All you can manage is to get them to stop streaming down your face like the water does, holding them in your eyes and hoping the long shower allowed enough time for Chan’s scent to disperse from your room. 

But when you walk back into your room, towel wrapped snugly around your body, you find Chan himself still in there, sitting on top of your newly made bed. And just like that, the tears fight to be shed again.  

“I changed the sheets.” He pipes up, looking at you for approval. 

“Oh, you changed the sheets? I guess I have to let you stay now.” Your retort is weak and hoarse.  “Baby…” He stands up and walks over to you, reaching a hand out to tug at your own gently, but you quickly snatch it back and take a step away from him, 

”Don’t.”  Your voice cracks and you turn away in a panic, not wanting him to see you shed any tears for him. But it's useless as he easily turns you back towards him and wraps you in his strong arms. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He asks like he genuinely cares.

"You're what's wrong!" You sob, trying and failing to to get out of his embrace.

“Don’t say that.” He pleads, wiping your tears and kissing each of your cheeks despite your struggles. “Please, don’t cry.” 

“How can I not when I’ve fallen in love with you.” You scream the words at him, hoping that the sheer heartache your voice contains will cast him away from you. And for a moment it seems to work as he staggers at your confession, his face a look of pure shock. This is it. He'll finally take pity on you and stop messing with you. Or at the very least he'll realize that this game isn't fun anymore and he'll back off.

“Just leave me be, please.” You plead, trying once again to pull away from his now loose embrace, but as soon as you move, he snaps out of it, his grip tightening around you even more. Pushing his forehead against yours, he breathes out, “I love you too.” 

Before you can think about it, you raise your hands to scratch at him, anything to defend yourself from the continuous torment he’s subjecting you to. You only manage a weak swipe at his cheek before he has both your wrists in his grip and pinned to your back. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” He curses, the tiniest bit of blood seeping out of the fresh wound in the middle of his cheek.

“Stop playing with me!”

"I'm not playing! I love you." He shouts back at you, and his words hurt like a dozen pellets piercing your skin. Because either he’s sick enough to lie about this, to continue playing with you despite how precarious your position has become, or he really does love you but his disgust at you is so great that it doesn’t matter.

"How can you say that when you’re ashamed of being with me? How can that be love?" 

"You're one to talk! I'm always the one trying not to lose you and you're always the one pushing me away. What does it matter whether people know about us or not when you’re fucking crying at the mere fact that you fell in love with me?"

“I'm crying because the man I fell in love with is so ashamed of loving me that he won't even defend me in front of his friends!"

"And if I do? If I tell everyone that I love you and take all the damage and then you inevitably leave me?" He accuses, so sure of his words like he knows it will happen. All the fight leaves your body at that. He’ll never trust you, will he? 

"Why are you assuming the worst of me?" You snivel weakly.

"No, you can’t pull that shit!” He rages, “You don’t have the right to treat me like shit and then cry about the fact that I don’t trust you! I have every right to be scared that in a couple of months you'll look at me and remember how much of an impotent predator you think I am and drop me."

“Then why do you keep me around?” You ask in a small voice, scared of the answer. 

“I… I don’t know.” 

You laugh bitterly, but Chan stays silent, rooted to his spot and waiting for you to do or say something. You can’t handle this anymore, not now at least. Every time the two of you talk, you hate yourself more. You need to get away from him or you’re afraid you’ll collapse into a void of self-loathing you’ll never be able to pull yourself out from. 

Sighing wearily, you slowly shuffle to your closet. You drop your towel and put on some underwear before you start pulling on a pair of pants and a shirt. 

“What are you doing?” Chan fumes as he realises what you’re doing. “Are you going out?!”  

You stay silent as you pick out some shoes and put them on.

“Are you fucking kidding me? You can’t go out right now. We’re talking!” 

You ignore him once again, walking towards the door. He tries to intercept you, face red, “You’re not leaving!”

“Watch me.” You say coldly, going around him and walking out the door. 

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You didn’t have a place in mind when you went out. You just needed to breathe, to get some fresh air. But you soon find that too sobering, the fresh wounds hurting too much for you to feel them right now. So you decided you’ll do the opposite, stop feeling. And how do you do that? Everyone’s favorite poison. And so you head to the nearest bar you can find.

You’re barely finished with your first glass when you hear a deep voice digging its way through your fuzzy hearing. “Hey! You’re that fox from Chan’s place, right?” 

Your heart stops at the sound of his name, and you stare at the empty glass in your hand, determined to ignore the intruder until he goes away. But he just plops down into the seat across from you, exclaiming ever louder. “It is you!”

You stay silent, and he carries on, thinking you don’t recognize him. “I’m Felix by the way if you don’t remember.”

You still don’t give him any response, but he doesn’t give up. "I'm sorry, I didn't really get your name last time..." He trails off, looking at you expectantly. Your gaze shifts to him and he falters when he sees the dead look in your eyes.

After some pause, he drops the cheery look from his face, and says somberly, "Look, I know you probably hate us all because of what happened, and you have every right to, but I just want to apologize for what my friends said. They're really good people but they can be a lot misguided."

You snort mockingly at that, but he seems encouraged that he managed to get any form of response from you, and he continues on. “But you probably don’t want to hear that right now. Anyway, I just really wanted to apologize. I know how it feels to be distrusted because of what you are.” 

That gets your attention, and you look at him closely, realizing he is a cat hybrid. They get the same lot as fox hybrids, albeit less severe if the fact that he’s friends with Chan and his pack is anything to go by. 

“But you’re friends with them.” You comment suspiciously. 

“Well, it’s because Chan took me under his wing. When he trusted me, the others did too. I kind of owe him a lot.” 

“Ah, yes, the Perfect Chan agenda.”

“He’s definitely not perfect." He clarifies quickly, and you quirk an eyebrow at that. "Don't get me wrong, I love him like a brother but he can be really stubborn sometimes. He can never let himself be wrong about anything ever or else he'll start spiraling."

“No offense--umm, Felix, was it?” You ask and he nods eagerly, happy that you're talking. “If I wanted to chat about Chan I would've talked to one of his groupies.” 

His face blooms red and he sputters sheepishly, “You're right! I just wanted to apologize.”

“Apology accepted.” You say dismissively, waving him away, but he stays, and you give him an exasperated look.

He breaks eye contact, his gaze dropping to his hands.Fiddling with the cup in his hands, he mumbles quietly, “Can I hang out with you for a bit?”

“Now why would I say yes to that?”

He thinks for a while, a pout on his face as he concentrates on finding an answer that will satisfy you. You can see the exact moment an idea pops into his head as his face lights up with a mischievous smile. “Because it will piss off Chan?”

“A kitty after my own heart.” You reach out to pet his head, chuckling at the blush on his pretty face intensifies at that

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Felix is something else, you’ll give him that. He’s sweet and cute and he radiates so much warmth and happiness. He’s different from the usual cat hybrids who are cold and aloof even if secretly affectionate. You had wondered at the beginning how a cat hybrid can be so close to Chan and his pack, but it took a whole five minutes of being in his company for you to see it. Simply, Felix exuded a pure, happy energy that was infectious to everyone around him. Even you, down in the dumps and heartbroken, were starting to feel a little better in his presence. 

Or maybe that was the inordinate amount of alcohol you have managed to consume throughout the time you spent together. And you guess it was quite some time because as soon as you stumble through the door to Chan’s apartment, the wolf is on you like a dog with a bone. 

“Where were you? I was worried sick!”

“Now that’s a funny joke.” You slur, laughing stupidly.

“Are you drunk?” He bellows, sniffing you out. Then he suddenly freezes, a low growl rumbling out of him as he grabs you roughly, glaring at you with wild eyes. "Why do you smell like Felix?"

"I met up with him." You shrug, maddeningly jubilant to the livid wolf. 

“What?” 

“I. met. up. with. him” You repeat slowly.

"You went out drinking with Felix?" You grits carefully, and you swear you can almost see his eyes grow dark and menacing. But you’re too blissfully drunk to heed the warning storming inside their depths. 

"Sure did." You reply nonchalantly. 

"I told you…” He says slowly, lips curling around the words and infusing them with a cold fury.  “to stay away from my friends."

"We were just talking." You insist stubbornly, needing him to see for once that you’re not the twisted monster he thinks you are. “He said he’d like to be friends.” 

Chan’s grip tightens even more around your arms, so much so that it pierces through the foggy numbness of your intoxication. The pain brings about a sense of sobriety, and your breath stills as you become aware of much danger you were in right now. 

But Chan wasn’t going to hurt you. Not physically at least. 

You feel the blood return to your arms as he lets you go, a look of revulsion and contempt vilifying his face more than anger or violence ever could. 

“Stay away from him.” He commands roughly, “I actually care about him.”

Any numbness you had gotten from the alcohol suddenly leaves your body and you crash, feeling all the pain all at once. 

I actually care about him. Unlike you. And you’ll sully him if you get close. 

“This--” You gesture between the both of you, face completely devoid of emotion. "is over."

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A/N: you guys still want them together? because I think the next chapter will be the last. i mean it won’t matter anyway cuz I’m pretty settled on the ending lol but I’d still like to know

[chrisrainicorn]

Fair Game Week Day 4: Birds/Soulmates

A classic tattoo AU. Qrow realizes almost immediately Clover could be his soulmate because it’s obvious af, Clover isn’t sure right away because people named after birds are relatively common in Remnant so he needs more proof than that. 

One day he rescues a bird from the snow thinking the poor thing is probably lost and freezing after flying so high to Atlas and Qrow is freaking out internally after seeing his mark because it’s totally him!

So... my original plan was to try to write a fic for this. Tho I knew I wouldn’t be able to complete it on time, and I would need more time to just stop and figure how the story was going to go exactly cuz I’m the kind of person that likes to plan a lot before putting stuff on paper.

I still have a little prologue tho, but I decided not to go further until I’m more sure about the plot so it doesn’t end up forced. Hopefully, I can one day I can go back to it and complete it!! Still, you can take a peek at what would probs be the first 2k under the cut:

Qrow was born with a bond mark.

He was still a rascal of a kid, who ran barefoot and chewed with his mouth open, tripped on the ropes that held up the tents of their current campsite, and liked to try to peek at the new shiny items the tribe people had stolen from their most recent raid only to be caught at the same second - though he still didn’t know they were stolen, or understand what a raid was - when someone finally explained to him the weirdly shaped spot on his abdomen he kept scratching wasn’t just a normal birthmark.

They explained to his sister too. He actually was intrigued enough by the story to settle down on the tent’s floor to hear about it, though she brushed all of that talk off with a “yeah, whatever”, rolling her eyes at the existence of magic symbols that would appear on your skin, connecting you to a person who, at some point of you life, you would realize they mean a lot to you.

“It’s like a guaranteed best friend!” He had grinned with a mouth that missed a few teeth as the explanation was concluded. 

The explainer only smiled at him, letting out a pensive hum before shrugging and deciding on “Yeah, you could say that kid.”

He didn’t understand why his sister was so grumpy after that. How the premise of a friend didn’t get her excited - they barely had kids their age to hang with on the camp, the younger ones were annoying and the older boring, he could get behind the idea of some company besides his moody twin. And when he had asked, “Hey, what does your bond mark look like anyway?” She flicked at his direction one of the pebbles they had been throwing at the river to see them skip, and stormed off without a word.

He was still a restless kid, yet now one that had learned to avoid the ropes before he could get his foot caught on them, when he found out a bit more about the marks. How they could appear at any time of your life, or not at all, how you could get a new tattoo before actually meeting the person, or after years of knowing them. How his sister didn’t have one yet, how she didn’t like the idea of her lame brother having something she didn’t. 

How some people would consider lucky he was born with one, how many would give everything to have a mark appear that early.

That would be the last time someone thought of him that way - lucky. Because soon he was tripping over the ropes again and taking tents down with him, and that was just one of the minor consequences of what they later would classify as his semblance.

The people of their tribe had thought it had been a funny inside joke naming the kid born with a mark shaped like that after a bird that was popularly known as a bad omen. Now it was just rightfully fitting. And not even the permanent tattoo on his skin of a four-leafed clover could serve as a good luck charm against the misfortune that now followed him wherever he went.

***

As he grew up as an outcast teen, the novelty of the marks went away together with the childhood wonder. Maybe because at his tribe, there weren’t many bonded people - they also weren’t really open about talking about this mushy stuff, so maybe he never knew about them. Or the ones who talked about it, did that because it came together with an almost-always tragic tale about how they were betrayed, backstabbed or straight-up stabbed by their match, or how they perished in some gruesome way, so he didn’t have a lot of positive examples to work with - perks of growing up around bandits. 

Guaranteed best friend was now just some naive though he scoffed at. He was so stupid as a kid, maybe his sister was wise to just go “whatever” since the beginning - he would never admit that to her in his lifetime, of course. (In the future though, there would be a point his sister wouldn't make a face to the mention of bond marks anymore, and then a good while later he would stop to really think about how her semblance worked. And he would connect the two dots - he still never saw the marks, but they had to be there, right?)

Who decided those things were a good idea? They could pop up on you any second, without a warning, with just a random shape to tell you about this random person you were supposed to meet one random day. People would talk about letting fate run its course until you would meet them, and how there would be a moment when you would just know. It sounded so unreliable, and too much for him to bother worrying about when he needed to survive frequenting - or infiltrating as his people would have put - a Huntsman Academy.

Yeah, they would have some impact on your life. But that could mean anything apparently. You could be bonded to your parents, to your siblings, to any relative, you could be bonded to someone you looked up to or who would look up to you, you could be bonded to someone who you would only interact for a few months, days, minutes, or less. Or, the most coveted of all, you could be bonded to someone you would fall in love with. Those cases even had a specific name - soulmates. How special.

You could even have more than one. If you thought having to worry about a single unknown individual could make someone paranoid, just imagine having multiple marks! Thankfully, he just had one.

That was good. Because it would be just one person that would have to put up with him. He wasn't exactly the person someone would dream to meet, much less be bonded with. Who would want a bad luck magnet connected to them anyway? Just unfortunate, how the unsuspected match would have to deal with it. At least it was no one from the tribe, that would only hinder them down - those were the kind of things people talked about him at the camp, on the rare times they dared to make the cursed kid a conversation topic anyway, and he was just unlucky enough to eavesdrop it.

He also didn’t want more because he despised the one he already had - he would say he had never liked it, but it was just his sour mindset clouding the childhood memories about him happily imagining how his friend would be like. It had to be a sick joke. A small symbol that represented everything he couldn’t have. Years and years went by with it just there, mocking him constantly.

He had met many people he would have said they had influenced his life, yet apparently none of them were the one. Unlikely his sister, he wasn't bonded with anyone from his team - he assumed her semblance only worked on him because they were related. He wasn't bonded to the man who mentored him and gave a purpose in life - though after finding out the truth, he supposed that was a good thing. He wasn't bonded to his nieces, who were more family to him than his own blood, girls he had watched grow up from hyperactive, sweet-toothed brats to strong, independent young warriors - they were still a bit of a brat though.

So, at his age, he assumed that his semblance affected him in such a way he would never have the luck of finding the person. Fine by him. He stopped caring about that long ago anyway.

And that meant that, at his age, at this place, in the middle of what he could only call the beginning of a war, he should have not been thinking about any of this.

But here he was. Halfway through undressing to take a much needed shower to relax and warm him up after the mission at the dust mines. Feet planted in front of the bathroom mirror. The mark still just there, right at the end of the scar he got from a scorpion tail as if, by some stroke of luck, it had barely avoided being slashed in half. He instinctively grimaced at the sight.

Even if he strongly didn’t want to think about it, it felt as if there was a force preventing him from shoving the thoughts to the back of his mind, not allowing him to ignore the signs.

He had seen the pin when they were captured on the first day. Heck, he even did a double-take at the shape that was unfortunately too familiar. But there were other more important things on his mind at the moment - like how they were being arrested.

Later he found out that was literally that guy’s name! And he didn't like how the information made a cold settle on the bottom of his stomach.

And then James partnered them up. He didn't like the idea, it had been too long since he had worked with other huntsmen on the field - and that happened for a reason. The company made him feel weirdly numb. Or that was him not being used to the cold of Atlas anymore, being in a mine with ice-covered walls certainly didn't help - how he just strutted along without sleeves?

Yet, he did his best to focus on the mission. Ignoring how Clover made sure to match his pace and walk by his side as they scanned the tunnels for any sign of the Grimm that had been wrecking the place. The silence would only be broken from time to time with inputs coming from his earpiece, and it had been just a step away from being uncomfortable. So he decided to not make this situation more unbearable for himself, taking a breath, he took a risk at the grueling task that was small talk.

“Gotta say, I’m still not really used to working with other huntsmen in the field.” He was surprised with how casual he made himself sound.

“But you were on a team before, weren’t you?” How Clover seamlessly encouraged the conversation with a question also surprised him for some reason.

“Long time ago.” He sighed, gaze dropping to the floor. “I just found working alone tends to be for the best.” Great. With just a second into their talk, he had managed to bring its mood down. Not an unusual occurrence for any kind of interaction he was involved though. So why this time did he feel so… bothered?

It was just this entire situation bothering him - he rationalized with himself.

"Well, I think that’s a shame." Of course you would.

He didn't know how to respond, yet he didn't even have the chance. One misstep, and his foot left the ground with a slip. What prevented him from making more of a fool of himself by crashing his face on the icy floor was a quick strong grip on his arm, catching him mid-fall and pulling him back up without seemingly any effort whatsoever.

Clover patted his shoulder as he regained his balance and he didn't hold back the frown on his face. He just walked forward as he responded to the voice coming from his communicator, and it took him a second to realize he was glaring at his confident walk on the grounds he had just proved to be extremely slippery. 

Who does this guy think he is?

Of course, they found the Grimm first, of course, it made himself stronger right in front of their eyes, of course, it ran away, and of course, there was now a gigantic hole on their path. One his partner there could have been at the bottom of it if he wasn't used to his semblance playing tricks just at the right time. 

And when he dismissed his thanks for the head ups with a brief explanation about his semblance, his reaction was like no other he experienced before. No weird glances, no steps back, no awkward ‘that sucks’, just a nonchalant "that so?" 

"Well, hey, don’t beat yourself up about it." He continued, and with a swing of his weapon, he made a new path for them to continue down the tunnel. "My Semblance is good fortune. Lucky you, huh?"

He punctuated his sentence with a wink before walking forward, completely unaware of how that revelation had shaken him to his core. He was still frozen on his tracks as if the ice from the floor had risen to his shoes and stuck him in place. 

Good fortune. That guy was a walking luck charm! 

Everything he couldn’t have… 

His eyes were downcast, flickering everywhere as his mind processed the events. Yet now he wasn’t staring down at the icy ground, but the smooth tiles of the bathroom of his room provided by the Atlas academy. Though his expression was the same from when the words had just reached his ears hours ago.

Looking up by a fraction, the ink of his mark seemed more lively than ever against his skin. He hadn’t truly looked at it for a good while, avoiding it like he avoided the eyes of strangers, and doing so now, he found out he was unable to divert his gaze off it as quickly as he used to do before.

A pin. A name. My semblance is good fortune. A wink.

You would just know.

He let out a dry chuckle, the sound devoid of any emotion. That couldn’t be right. He barely knew the guy. And he didn’t need any of that cluttering his mind right now.

Lucky you, huh?

[salvejoon]

No King Rules Forever | myg - M

I am the fire I am burning brighter Roaring like a storm And I am the one I've been waiting for Screaming like a siren Alive and burning brighter I am the fire

⇒ Summary: Escaping the Imperial City 4 years ago, leaving behind painful, bloody memories, your body scarred and your soul bruised, you went into hiding, swearing to never fall into the Emperor’s hands again but when his twin brother and the rightful heir to the Imperial Throne finds you, asking you to return to that God-forsaken city you had left behind, to re-open old wounds and place yourself directly in the Emperor’s gaze, to help him take the city and overthrow his brother, you find yourself at odds: do you stay hidden or do you step into the light and sink your fangs into the man who ruined you?

⇒ Or: Emperor Min needs to die cuz he’s a psycho and while you and Yoongi agree on that part, you don’t really agree on anything else. 

⇒ Pairing: Dragon Aspect!Yoongi x Snake Aspect!Reader 

⇒ Genre: Angst, action, a dash of crack, a tiny bit of fluff and smut.

⇒ Rating: 18+

⇒ Word count: 17k

⇒ Warnings: whoo boy, here we go, unedited cuz im a lazy fuck, mentions of torture and sexual assault (nothing too descriptive),  gory fighting as in there will be blood, poison, people melting, arrows in kneecaps, character death, cursing, smutty goodness, soft smut uwu, Yoongi is a soft boi and reader needs to be held, cunnilingus, unprotected sex (Wrap it up, my dudes), creampie.

Spying eyes watched carefully from the shadows of the tall trees around him, moving as the cloaked figure before him picked up herbs and put them in a basket. Careful not to stand in the direction of the wind, he moved silently, stealthily through the bushes, cautious not to make any noise and draw the attention from the clothed figure.

It could mean his end if noticed but he had his orders and had to make sure it was whom they believed it was. 

So far, he had nothing to go on. He could neither see shape or a face on the figure, a smart move for someone not wanting to be discovered. 

But a gust of wind blew harshly between the trees and the hooded figure was suddenly without a hood, revealing long hair that glinted in the sun and his eyes widened slightly as the figure turned to the side, showing him the feminine features of their face.

It was her. 

They’d finally found her.

But his ogling was soon interrupted as she whipped around and he felt her eyes on him, seeing him even under the cover of the shadows. Her eyes narrowed dangerously and he felt a shiver run down his spine.

He had to leave.

Now. 

Namjoon stared at the corpse at the ground, scratching his neck as he felt a sigh build up, “He was my best tracker…” He stated and let out a heavy sigh, “This is unexpected.”

“Y’know, as the smartest aspect, you really are dumb.” Jin commented and prodded the corpse’s knee with his shoe.

“How was I supposed to predict that poor Sijun would lose his life? Maybe he was ambushed-” 

“He wasn’t ambushed. Look at the wound. It’s too clean, too precise to have been made by a soldier or an assassin who suddenly jumped at him.”

“Yoongi…” Namjoon looked at his oldest friend as he bowed down and examined the many cuts across Sijun’s body, “Sijun was the best damn spy we had! There’s no way that she did this.”

Yoongi scoffed and rose, “She is capable. It’s most likely that Sijun wasn’t hiding well enough and she discovered him.” 

“She was the one who gave your brother the scar, right?” Jin asked as they walked out of the forest and into the clearing, the flow of the water strong in the creek as it had been raining.

“My brother didn’t see her coming either.” Yoongi stated as he looked around, spotting the basket near the water, tumbled over, no doubt having been left behind by the woman he was currently trying to find, “She’s around here. Let’s be a little bit more wiser than Sijun and not get killed.” 

Namjoon sighed heavily as his two friend began walking east, “I should have stayed home.” 

“Mistress.” Your handmaiden, Shari, looked confused as you scurried around the cave, “What has gotten into you?” 

You shook your head, “We have to leave.” 

“Why?” 

“I was seen today.” 

Shari’s eyes widened, “That’s not possible. We have covered every track and-” You grabbed her hand, clenching it and she took a few calming breaths. 

“It was only a matter of time before…” Shari looked desperately at you as you paled visibly, “Before he would find me, Shari.” 

“Are you sure it as one of his trackers?” Your handmaiden asked as you let go of her hand and resumed with packing a small leather bag with only the bare essentials.

“I smelled Dragon on him.” You stated, your hands beginning to shake as you were reminded of the taste and scent of it, “It’s him. Which is why we have to leave.” 

“But what if he finds us again, Mistress? What happens then?” 

“We will keep on moving. He will never find us.” 

“But what if he does?”

You looked down at your hands, her shaking voice affecting you and sighed heavily, “Then you will to save yourself. Now pack your things.” Your tone was final and Shari nodded solemnly as she headed over to her own bedding to pack her belongings. 

Shari was tired of running but she could not leave your side. Not when she owed her life to you. Ever since that fateful night in the palace, she’d sworn an oath to serve you and stay by your side until death. 

But she wanted to fight.

She wanted you to fight. 

She stole a glance at you over her shoulder, knowing that underneath your hard and cold exterior was a strong and fiery soul but that soul had endured so much pain and was now afraid. She knew that underneath your robes that hid your body so well, were scars that you thought so ugly and hideous that you still avoided your mirror image to this day. 

She wished that you had never set foot in that horrible palace. 

“If we set out by sunset, we can use the cover of the dark to-” You stopped abruptly when the air shifted and carried a scent with it that you knew all too well. 

You got to your feet quickly and handed Shari your belongings, “We’re out of time. Take this and run.” You said to her, ignoring how puzzled she looked, “Run as fast as you can and don’t stop.”

“W-What’s happening?”

You simply offered her a sad smile and cupped her cheek as it dawned on her what was about to happen, “N-No, I won’t leave your side!” 

“Shari, go. There’s no time.” She shook her head wildly and your heart lurched in your chest, “Go through the cave, take a left and follow the river once you exit the cave. Just like we’ve practiced.” 

“Y/N…”

“That’s an order, Shari.” 

Tears spilled over and rolled down her cheeks as she slowly nodded and you leaned over, kissing her cheek as you whispered, “Take care, child.” 

You watched as she bolted in the opposite direction, heading further into the cave. She would be safe, that was all that mattered. You took a deep breath, the scent of him nearing flooding your senses. You could almost taste him on the wind. 

You felt fear take a solid hold on you as you headed for the entrance to your hideout.

You had often imagined facing him again. 

You didn’t expect to walk away from this alive.

But you sure as hell would drag him down with you. 

Still, nothing could prepare you seeing the dark figure behind the waterfall, the water bending his body in a weird shape and acting as the only barrier between the two of you. It was terrifying and you fought hard to take another step. 

You were about to face the man that had ruined you.

It was now or never. 

Shari stood at the secret exit to the cave, a brief pause as she looked back into the darkness of what had been her home for a year. Her heart was breaking in her chest at the thought of you dying but you had given her an order. 

One that she intended to follow.

A gust of wind almost knocked her over and she felt the hairs on her arms raise in fear. 

Then she heard the sound that she had only heard once in her life, that horrifying night when you had fought the Emperor himself and given him the scar, the night the two of you had barely escaped the Imperial City alive. 

It was loud, the stone walls of the cave trembling, causing dust and debris to fall to the ground. She picked up her pace and ran as fast as she could towards the light at the end of the cave. 

Yoongi didn’t know what to expect as he had followed the trail that had led him to the waterfall. The Aspect of the Snake. Enigmatic, elegant, intelligent, wise, fearless, cunning, scheming and striking. 

Some of the wisest Emperors and Empresses had been an Aspect of the Snake.

He had never met an Aspect of the Snake.

Nothing could have prepared him for the real thing that was in front of him. It was as if the air itself dreaded what was about to happen as it died down, the forest around him grew quiet and only the sound of the waterfall filled the hilltop valley. 

Then the wind picked up, in the opposite direction, almost sucking him toward the waterfall itself and then he saw them. 

Glowing green eyes, looking directly at him and the ground trembled, the waterfall dispersed as the giant snake shot out of the cave with a roar. Yoongi had little to no choice but to change himself.

Namjoon and Jin were sent backwards from the sheer force of you and Yoongi’s forms colliding. As they scrambled back on their feet, they were almost blinded by the sun hitting the tangle of scales that was before them. Silver blended with black in a fierce battle. The ground shook beneath their feet with the giant Aspects battling. Yoongi’s growls and your loud hissing thrummed in their ears. 

“We have to stop them!” Namjoon yelled out, fearful for his friend as he saw you twirl around Yoongi’s lithe body, most likely intending to squeeze the light out of him.

“How?!” Jin yelled back, “If you haven’t noticed, we’re kind of in human form right now and could easily die if we-”

“You idiot! Change!” Namjoon yelled before he changed into his own Aspect form and Jin followed suit. 

Shari could only look on in horror as you battled the Emperor, his Dragon form even more terrifying than what she’s seen in paintings: the long slender body of his Dragonform, covered with blackened scales, his long claws digging into your pale imprenetable scales, trying to find purchase as you wrapped yourself around his body, his tail tangling with yours, his eyes glowing a bright golden color that some said was the representation of a setting sun.

His growls vibrated through his body and through hers which only gave away the magnitude of his size and power.

It seemed like you had the upper hand for a second but then she couldn’t but to cry out when he finally sank his claws into your body and you let out a wail of pain. Tears flowed freely when she saw blood stain the silver scales of your body. 

But her heart stopped when she saw the Aspect of the Ox and the Monkey join the fight. 

All of the Aspects towered above the trees and she had never felt more helpless in her life as she watched you not only battle one Aspect but three. 

As strong and mighty as you were, you were no match for three of them. She saw how you strained your long body, trying to maintain a strong hold on the Emperor and to sink your fangs into the Monkey, the acidic venom dripping from them and onto the earth beneath.

She could smell the burned soil and wood in the air.

The Monkey finally got it’s hands on you, getting ahold of your head and pulled you away from the Emperor and his mighty form fell to the ground. Your body twisted itself around the Monkey’s strong legs and you squeezed, causing it to let go of you as it toppled over and you quickly got out of it’s grasp and you slithered your way through the forest, mowing down trees on your way, trying to get some distance between you and your enemies.

But there was nowhere to go because you were trampled by the Monkey and you let out a loud hiss as you curled yourself around it’s body again, anger now flooding your veins as you squeezed the Aspect in your grasp.

The Monkey, battling your crippling tight grasp, tripped over it’s own feet and fell, rolling towards Shari. The handmaiden let out a panicked scream, getting the attention of the Ox who was busy trying to help the Emperor get back up. It’s eyes widened as it spotted the small human, two fighting Aspects getting closer and closer each second. 

It ran, leaving behind the Dragon and bypassed you and the Monkey, leaving dirt, dust and trees in it’s path.

Shari was cast in it’s large shadow. It huffed and she was knocked over by it. She covered her eyes to protect them from the dust, cowering in fear as the beast towered above her. It could easily crush her beneath it’s hoof. 

But it didn’t move. Not even when the two other Aspects crashed into it’s large body, did it move an inch. It simply huffed again and it sounded annoyed.

“Enough!” Came the booming and deep voice from the Ox, “We didn’t come here to fight you!” Then as to get the point across, the Ox changed back into it’s human form and from the dust, Jin appeared, “We’re here to talk.” 

Monkey, who was entangled in your body, stopped resisting, “It’s true.” He managed to wheeze out. Your eyes darted between Jin and the Monkey in your hold and you were at a loss of what to do. 

“I cannot trust you!” You finally spoke, your voice distorted to a deeper tone, “He has gotten into your minds and poisoned you.”

“He…” Came the voice of the Emperor, now hovering above you and the Monkey, “Is not me.” 

You lunged at him with snap of your jaws, “Liar!” 

The Dragon hummed deeply before landing onto the ground, a little away from where you currently held the Monkey pinned down and evaporated into a dust cloud. Your eyes narrowed when they saw the figure emerging. 

It was the same face that haunted you at night but yet, it was not. Instead of long, straight blonde hair like his brother had, his was jet-black and only went to his ears but the thing that caught your attention the most was his eyes. They were filled with emotion, nothing you could distinguish but there was emotion in the brown orbs.

Not the void you had so often stared into. 

And he lacked the parting gift you had given your once would-be husband: the scar across his right eye. 

The Monkey slowly felt you loosen your crushing hold on him and inhaled loudly when he felt like he could finally breathe. 

Seconds ticked by and Yoongi raised an eyebrow, “Are you going to change back so we can talk like civilized human beings?”

“Careful.” You hissed but removed yourself from the Monkey completely, allowing him to change back into human form and you decided to take a chance and change back as well, “That you do not anger me further.” 

You cautiously stepped backwards to your handmaiden and the young girl launched herself at you. 

“Mistress!” 

“It’s okay, Shari.” 

“Y-You’re hurt…” 

“It’ll heal soon. Are you hurt?” 

She shook her head, “No. The Ox saved me.” 

Jin smiled and inclined his head, “Jin is my name.” He introduced himself and continued, “I had to. My friend over there is quite clumsy and would have crushed you had I not intervened.” 

“Hey! How about a hand here?!” Namjoon called out annoyingly, “Gods have mercy, I think she’s crushed my ribs.” 

You scoffed, “You would be dead if I had.” 

Yoongi watched as Jin moved over to help Namjoon, cursing at him for being a clutz but you seemed to only have your eyes on him. It was clear that you were distrustful of them, making sure to keep your guard raised, even with your servant clinging to you, he didn’t doubt you were still able to hurt him.

You were also scared.

Of him.

He could smell it on you. 

Yoongi took a step towards you and you hissed in warning, “Calm down, girl.” He grunted and folded his arms. 

“Girl?!” You exclaimed loudly, filled with ire, “I will let that slide this once but you will tell me why you trespassed-”

“We didn’t actually trespass seeing as this mountain borders onto the Emerald forest and last time I checked, you weren’t the owner of these lands.” Yoongi interjected, looking bored.

“You have 10 seconds to tell me why you’re here.” You growled.

“Or what?” He challenged and the hilltop grew quiet as you glared at him, hands clenching. 

“If your friends hadn’t intervened, I would have killed you, Yoongi.” You spat his name and his eyes widened slightly, “Your brother found out what happens when you corner a snake and it almost cost him an eye. Don’t make the same mistake.” 

Yoongi. The twin brother of Emperor Min. The rightful heir to the throne. The first born son of the great Dragon Emperor. 

You wanted to laugh.

A lost cause. Banished from the Imperial City forever by his own brother. You had never met him, only heard hushed whispers of him from your time in the palace. The Emperor had never uttered a word of his brother either. 

But the things you had heard were more than enough. A coward was what he was, not even taking up arms against his brother when he had cut down their father in cold blood, no protesting when he had taken the throne as his own. 

You weren’t impressed to be in his presence but you would listen to what he had to say.

You stared at the three Aspects that sat on the opposite side of the campfire, the sun barely noticeable on the horizon, stars beginning to dot up the sky in all their formations. 

At this time, you and Shari would normally have been sitting alone, letting your full bellies settle after dinner and the young girl would entertain you with her hopes and dreams of a future where your lives were normal and you weren’t on the run.

Now you were joined by 3 other Aspects and the tension was palpable.

“After 10 years…” You dragged your eyes from the fire to Yoongi, “You decided to rebel against your brother?” 

You were met with silence.

“Pathetic.” 

Namjoon winced audibly and received a jab from Jin as Yoongi spoke, “I have my reasons. What is important is that it is happening.”

“And what, pray tell, are those reasons?” You asked coldly, standing up, dusting the dirt away from your dress and were again met with silence which didn’t surprise you, “Why should I help you, hm? Where were you when thousands of innocent people, children, were enslaved, killed, had their homes and livelihood destroyed?” Your tone changed as you continued, anger rising, “Where were you when he attacked the Northern Lands and slaughtered millions?” 

“Hey, there’s no need to be so-” Jin began but you cut him off quickly with hiss and your eyes flashing green. 

“Where were you when your people needed you? Hiding. Like a coward.” You finished. 

“Like you?” Yoongi asked and met your hardened gaze. 

You felt his words dig at your heart like a dagger, your lungs suddenly burning with how the air had been knocked out of them with two simple words, yet you refused to let it show, “You don’t know the hell I went through.” You spat, “I will not help you or your rebellion.” You announced, anger and hurt making your hands shake as you turned on your heel and headed for the cave. 

“W-Wait Y/N!” Namjoon called out and moved to get up but Yoongi stopped him with a hand. 

“Don’t bother. We shouldn’t have come.” He said, glaring at your retreating form. 

“Maybe I can talk to her and-” Namjoon looked at his friend with pleading eyes.

“We have wasted enough time on your ideas, Namjoon.” Yoongi snapped, finally letting the anger from your words show, “The woman doesn’t want to help. Fine. Leave her to rot here.” With that he rose and left the campsite, walking in the opposite direction, disappearing in the darkness.

Namjoon sighed loudly and Jin shook his head. 

What a mess.

“She wants to help you...” Came a shy, quiet voice and the two men looked at the young girl opposite of them, “But she’s scared.” 

“Yoongi is scared too. He just won’t admit or show it.” Jin explained with a nod, “I’m scared. Namjoon is scared.” 

“Me too.” Shari agreed and stood up, “You’re welcome to stay for the night. We have extra beddings in the cave, should you wish to sleep somewhere dry.” She bowed graciously, “Goodnight… And thank you for saving me, Jin.” 

He smiled at her as she turned and left them alone at the fire. 

“So… Jin, I think it’s your turn to talk to him.” 

“Mistress.” 

You were quick to wipe away the wetness on your cheeks as you heard Shari approach you and put a gentle hand on your shoulder. She didn’t say anything as she knelt down behind you and put her head against your back. 

You felt a comforting warmth spread in your chest at her silent support and you reached up with your left hand, putting it on top of hers. 

This girl had been your only source of companionship since you had escaped the palace. She had been there, next to you with her childish charms and naive hopes when you had been all gloom and doom. She had pulled you out of your night terrors, learned how to deal with them when all she should worry about was playing with other children and making friends.

She had to grow up too quickly but somehow she still had hope to keep her going forward. 

You wished you still had hope. 

“Shari…” Came your trembling voice and she simply squeezed your shoulder, understanding your unspoken words. 

She was the only thing that kept you going these past 4 years.

Yoongi’s words had cut you deep and while you hated to admit it, he was right. You were a coward. 

You were no different that he was. 

You had a choice: help him overthrow his brother or stay here, in hiding... Being a coward.

You could return to a normal life. You could give Shari the life she deserved. 

“You’re going to help them, aren’t you?” She asked, hopeful, and you nodded curtly. Even though you couldn’t see it, you knew she was smiling. 

Perhaps you could allow yourself to have some hope, after all.

Namjoon stood awkwardly shifting on his feet outside the cave, nervously anticipating your exit. 

After the talk he had with Yoongi which mostly consisted of his friend telling him to fuck off, shut up and take his big words somewhere else. It wasn’t the first time Namjoon had to give a little speech about what was right to Yoongi, even though he was the oldest and should be the wisest. 

Yoongi had listened to him and had seen reason.

Now he just had to convince you to do it too.

You appeared just as he blinked, like a lightning strike from a clear sky and he yelped, causing you to raise an eyebrow as he tumbled backwards and fell onto the ground. 

“Y-You startled me.”

You looked down at him with a stoic impression, “Good. I haven’t lost my touch then.” You extended a hand to help him back on his feet and he took it. Dusting himself off, he took in your attire: a burgundy robe, tied around your waist multiple times with a black piece of cloth, black pants showing underneath it, stuffed into dark boots. You shifted and he caught glimpse of a black bodice. 

Then he saw the dual kopis’ at your hip and the bag on your back.

“Are you here to try and convince me to join your little rebellion once again?” 

Namjoon snapped out of it and focused his eyes on your face where he saw a tiny smirk, “You knew?” 

You hummed and stepped out of the cave, “I had an inkling.” You said as you walked out, “But you pacing back and forth anxiously gave it away.” You stated, glancing at the tall man and his now rosy cheeks. 

“Also you talk rather loudly.” 

“S-Sorry.” 

Shari came running towards the two of you, adjusting the straps of her back onto her shoulder, “All done!” She exclaimed as she came up to you, smiling up at you. 

“You sure?” You asked, looking down at her. 

She nodded definitively, “Yes, Mistress.”

“Good. Because we won’t be coming back.” 

Namjoon stumbled after you as you continued walking, “Does that mean you’ll help us?” 

You kept walking, “No, I wish to see if my weapons can skin a Dragon.” You paused for effect, “Alive.” 

Shari chuckled beside you as Namjoon halted in his steps, looking pale and fearful. You rolled your eyes and stopped, “I am joking, Namjoon.” 

He released a breath, “Thank the Gods.” He mumbled. 

“For now.” You shrugged and continued walking down the hill.

You could already smell them as you reached the base of the hill where Jin and Yoongi awaited you. Jin smiled as he spotted you and Shari while Yoongi didn’t even spare you a glance. 

You were about to tell him how rude it was not to acknowledge a Lady when Jin opened his mouth, “Good morning, ladies. Looking battle ready and fierce as ever.” He complimented as you and Shari came up to him, “How are you this morning, little one?” He asked when she looked up at him, her big brown orbs twinkling with excitement.

“Excited!” Shari clapped her hands. 

“I expected to see you return alone.” Yoongi stated, glancing at Namjoon.

You could still give him an earful but refrained and simply resumed walking, heading into the dense forest, Shari grabbing Jin’s hand to drag him along.  

While Jin and Shari had fun playing games on the road, obviously bonding, you and Yoongi had yet to utter one word to each other. That didn’t stop the Dragon from talking about you, as if you weren’t there. He took your lack of acknowledgement as a challenge. You annoyed him. He didn’t know why but he wanted your fieryeyes  on him as you lashed out at him hence his comments got more provocative as the hours went by.

You were twitching with each comment coming from him, wanting nothing more than to teach him a lesson or ten. 

Instead, you tried to make small talk with Jin, asking him about his family. He had a wife, three sons and a daughter and he talked with such warmth and love about his family, that it made the annoyance caused by Yoongi fade into the back of your mind.

It made you a little sad too. While his tone was warm and happy, there was an underlying yearning to return to them. 

“I miss them so much.” He admitted, the smile vanishing from his face and sadness washed over his features, “I’ve been gone for too long already.” 

“How long?” You asked.

“A year, give or take. My wife sends me letters though.” He smiled but it didn’t have the same happiness as his usual ones, “The boys are getting wilder and stronger and are wreaking havoc in the house.” 

“What about your daughter?” Shari asked, “How old is she?” 

Jin looked down at his side, “She’s a little younger than you and she is amazing. Strong, beautiful, funny, smart… Takes after her father, you know.” He winked at Shari and ruffled her hair, “You remind me of her actually.” 

You smiled at the interaction. The young girl sorely lacked a father figure in her life. You were all that she had but even you couldn’t give her everything a child needed, no matter how hard you tried. Certainly not a life where she feared for her life everyday was fit for a child. 

“We’re nearing the camp.” Yoongi caused the moment to fade with his statement. 

You didn’t have to wait long until the air filled with the scents of sweat, horses, leather and smog.

“How many men?” You asked Yoongi as he walked up beside you, finally looking at him. 

“2000.” He said curtly. 

“2000? That’s not nearly enough to attack the Imperial city. Your brother has tens-of-thousands of soldiers.” You stated, eyes widening as Yoongi merely shrugged and bypassed you, picking up his pace as the camp got closer. 

Truly, he couldn’t be serious? 

Shari clung to you as you walked further and further into the large camp, soldiers all around you barely paying you any attention, the few that did curtly inclined their heads as a formal greeting. 

“I don’t like it here.” The young girl murmured and you hugged her tighter to you, knowing her fear of soldiers and wished you could whisk her away.

“I’ll protect you, Shari. Don’t worry.” 

“I know.” 

Yoongi led the way through the camp and when you came upon a larger tent, he entered it and you followed suit with Jin and Namjoon behind you. 

In the tent was two men, each dressed in their own battle attire. It was the sigils on their back that indicated their status and just how important they were.

“You’ve gathered other Aspects?” You asked, eyes slightly widening when their heads turned to look at you. 

“They’ve returned!” 

You couldn’t distinguish whose voice it was, mind still reeling from the fact that Yoongi had gotten so many Aspects to join the rebellion, especially considering that some of them present was allies with the Emperor.

“Is this who I think it is?” A voice snapped you out of it and you took a step back when the owner of the voice strolled over to you with strong steps, inhaling deeply, “It is!” 

You looked up, a very young but muscular man, with wide brown eyes stared at you with amazement and a grin that reached his ears

“Careful, Jungkook.” Yoongi warned him, “She has a bad habit of attacking first and asking questions later.” 

Your eyes narrowed as Jungkook shook his head, “She looks nice though!” 

Could they stop talking about you as if you weren’t there? 

Then Jungkook leaned in close, too close for comfort and you felt the beginnings of a hiss in your throat when he sniffed you. Loudly. 

“And she smells so good!” 

Aspect of the Dog, you guessed. 

“A true beauty.” Another voice drawled and you turned your head to see a slightly older man make his way to you, his eyes sharp and focused, his presence sending a shiver down your back. 

He was intimidating.

“Jackson…” Yoongi warned cooly, watching as his comrade drank in the sight of you. 

Jackson, as was his name, bowed graciously in front of you, “My name is Jackson and I am the Aspect of the Tiger, my fair lady.” He took your free hand and kissed it, making Shari giggle and he winked at her, “You honor us with your presence.” 

Yoongi snorted loudly and you glared at him briefly before smiling at Jackson, “Thank you. Finally someone with manners.” 

This caused Yoongi to glare at you. 

“Ah, you make me blush, my lady.”

“Please, call me Y/N.” 

“First name basis already. I like it.” 

“Are you done making the rest of us gag?” Yoongi huffed. 

“Jealousy is an ugly thing, Yoongi.” 

“I am not-” 

“Alright, everyone, settle down and let’s get back to what we’re actually here for.” Namjoon’s voiced boomed over the others, successfully silencing them. He walked over to the table and placed his hands on it, “Scout reports?” 

“None yet, Namjoon. They have yet to return and-” Jungkook was cut off as the curtain to the tent was whipped aside and in stepped another man but this one, you knew. 

Your eyes widened as you took in the huffing Jimin, his cheeks red from exertion but they were still those soft cheeks you remember cupping in your hands, the same plush lips that you remember kissing you on the cheek, the same brown eyes that had once pleadingly begged you to let him go and now they landed on you and he stopped speaking. You hadn’t even noticed that he had begun talking. 

“Y-Y/N?” His voice crumbled steadily as you let go of Shari and walked over to him, your heart leaping in your chest as he quickly crossed the distance and drew you into his arms, hugging you tightly.

“Gods, I’ve missed you.” He mumbled before burying his face in the junction of your neck and shoulder, nuzzling it with his nose. 

You felt teary-eyed as he drew you back and he beamed when he saw your face, “I missed you too.” You managed to get past the lump in your throat. 

The sweet reunion was interrupted as Namjoon cleared his throat and Jimin removed himself from your arms and walked over to the table. 

“I have a few questions for you, Jimin, but we’ll talk later. Now, what have our scouts found out?” The Aspect of the Monkey asked, his eyes flicking between you and Jimin. 

The sun was setting over the Imperial City, bathing the building in a golden hue and coupled with it’s brightly colored tiles and buildings, it would make for a breathtaking painting. 

The golden towers of the Imperial Palace glinted in the sun as they stood high above the rest of the city, like a beacon of light guiding those who needed safety from the dark. 

But all this simply covered up the grim truth of the city and it’s inhabitants. The streets were littered with sick people, the poor sitting on the corners, begging for a coin just so they could buy a loaf of bread, starving orphans that didn’t even have the strength to stand, let alone play. The streets were no longer clean or traversable as they were covered with garbage. 

What had once been a bustling city, a hub for all traders alike, a place where teaching and schooling was important, a city that felt safe with the guards patrolling the streets, was now the opposite. It was a city full of hopelessness, death and decay. 

And the one who ruled over the city and it’s people cared not about it. 

Emperor Min sat on his golden throne, staring at his sword when his spymaster entered the throne room, his eyes locked onto the Emperor, “My Lord.” 

“Ah, spymaster Lee.” Min glanced at the man, “I hope you bring good news.” 

“I-I do, my Lord. The Southern borderlands raids have been successful… Um, the new recruits have proven to be quite effective.” 

“That is good news indeed, Lee.” 

“I do have… bad news, my Lord.” 

Min sighed and reclined back in his throne, waving his hand, “Yes, out with it.” 

“M-my scouts say that the Tiger Aspect...” Lee trailed off, fear interlaced with his voice, “That he has joined your brother’s rebellion.” 

The booming laughter that followed made the spymaster take a step back as the Emperor rose from the throne, “Good, finally I have an excuse to kill him.” 

“There’s more, my Lord.”

Min looked at the trembling man and raised a brow, “What?” 

“Reports h-has come in and s-some say that they’ve seen her.” 

“WHAT?!” Min roared and Lee fell to his knees with a whimper, “That bitch is still alive?!” He growled and swiped at a decorated vase, sending it flying across the room, “Not only did my brother, now her as well! Why doesn’t people know that when killed, you stay dead!” 

Lee cowered before his Emperor as his shadow fell over him, “It’s fine. It’ll be fine.” Min sighed and placed a hand on his spymaster’s head, “You will send assassins after her.” 

“Y-Yes, my Lord!” 

“But if they fail, my dear spymaster, then you,” Min paused, grabbing Lee’s chin roughly, forcing him to look up, “You will pay for their mistakes with your life.” 

“This is your tent.” Jin drew back the curtain and you walked inside, Shari in tow, “I know it’s a little small but it will be a couple of days before we leave.” 

“To the Imperial City?” Shari asked, looking up at him.

“Yes.” 

“Will I be fighting too?” 

Jin gave her a small smile as he knelt down and ruffled her hair, “No. You will be staying where it’s safe.”

“But who will be protecting me?” 

“Some of the soldiers.” 

“Then I’d rather be out there fighting with you! I refuse to be near-”

“Shari.” You short call of her name made her mouth close quickly, “Why don’t you find Namjoon and ask for some water?” 

Hesitantly, your handmaiden nodded and left the tent, leaving you and Jin alone. When she was out of earshot, you looked at Jin, “Shari doesn’t feel safe around soldiers.” 

“I gathered as much… Why?” Jin asked and leaned against the pole that held the tent up. 

You sighed quietly and turned your back to him, “Before becoming my handmaiden, she had a family but they were poor and like so many other poor people, she had to steal food.” You began untying your belt holding your kopis’, “One day, she had snuck into the palace barracks after having followed a tradewagon of food. She was spotted and didn’t get away.” Jin nodded as you continued, “She was put in front of the Emperor as she had trespassed into the Royal Grounds and attempted to steal from the Emperor himself.” 

Jin shifted on his legs, beginning to feel unsettled, “What happened then?” 

“The Emperor told the guards to ‘punish her however they saw fit’.” You told him and he felt a shiver run down his back, “I begged him to call it off, to punish me instead and let her go. I knew what those guards intended to do, Jin, I could smell it on them. The desire.” You felt sick to the stomach as you recalled it, “She had her clothes torn off, in the middle of the throne room and all the Emperor was doing, was laughing as she cried for help.” 

“Please don’t tell me they-” He began, eyes tearing up.

“No. I stopped it before it got that far.” You cut him off and placed your belt on the table and you heard him murmur ‘how’, “I killed the one who was holding her down. Sliced his throat.” 

Jin closed his eyes and shook his head, “And the others?” 

“I killed them that same night.” 

“And you?” 

You stilled briefly, thinking it went unnoticed but Jin saw, “What did he do to you, Y/N?” 

You ignored the question and continued, “Two nights later, her family’s house was burned down. With her family inside it.” 

“Gods…” Jin exhaled, his heart breaking for the young girl, “So you took her in?” You nodded. 

“She has no else but me, Jin. Shari has been there for me when I had no one. I owe her much.” You turned to face him, “Which is why I am warning you, should any harm come to her while under your soldier’s protection-”

“I promise that she will stay safe.” He quickly cut you off, “Please. Shari will be safe when we head into battle.” You stared at him for a moment, as if trying to gauge if he was truthful but then you nodded and walked past him, just in time as Shari entered the tent. 

“Namjoon said he will have someone bring water to us, Mistress.” Shari told you and you smiled at her.

“Thank you, Shari.”

Jin pushed off from the pole and inclined his head, “I’ll be going then. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

As he left your tent, he felt deeply troubled by the fact that you had avoided his question concerning you. Just how much had you endured at the hands of Min? 

He didn’t want to think about it. 

“Did she say anything?” Yoongi’s voice startled him out of his thoughts and Jin whirled around to see his friend approach him, “I saw her kid leave the tent.” 

“Are you stalking me?” Jin asked, crossing his arms as he raised a brow, “Or are you stalking her?” 

Yoongi snorted and brushed past him, settling against a rack of weapons, “As if.” 

“I’ve known you for over a decade, Yoongi.” Jin eyed his friend’s relaxed posture, “And I think you’re intrigued by her.” As his words settled, gone was the relaxed posture and his friend tumbled against the rack, almost causing it to fall over which resulted in Jin laughing out loud. 

“I-I am not! She’s annoying, has a stick up her ass-”

“I think you want to be said stick.” 

“Jin, I am warning you…” Yoongi trailed off, knowing by the grin Jin had, that his cheeks were tinted pink. Still, the older man held up his hands in surrender and Yoongi scoffed. 

“But to answer your question, she told me of how she and Shari ended up together.” And so, Jin proceeded to retell the story to Yoongi.

Yoongi couldn’t sleep that night, thoughts running rampant in his mind, the story Jin had told him and the fact that you had avoided Jin’s question, troubled him. He knew his brother was a sick bastard. 

But his mind ran wild with imaginations of what his brother had done to you and he felt sickened by it. It bothered him that it was all he could worry about when he was about to start a war in less than two days. 

But he had also found a new kind of respect for you. To hear that you had willingly offered yourself for punishment to save a simple girl was not matching the image that he had created of you in his mind. 

It actually proved it wrong. 

And in a way, despite how horrifying that story was, he was glad that Jin had told him. 

He wondered if there was more to you than just glares, snark comments and aloofness. 

Why are people yelling, screaming and cheering at the asscrack of dawn? Was Yoongi’s first thought as he exited his tent, grumpy and still wrecked with sleep, “What the fuck is all this commotion?!” He yelled and some soldiers jogging by, stopped.

“There’s a fight happening, my Lord.” 

“A fight? Who the fuck wants to fight each other before breakfast?” 

The two soldiers glanced at each other and one of them spoke, “Jimin and the Lady and… It’s midday, my Lord.” 

Yoongi rubbed one eye with hand, “Midday-” He looked up and squinted at the sun, “It’s midday… Shit.” 

“Was there anything else you needed, my Lord?” 

He waved his hand, “No and don’t call me that, I’m no Lord.” The soldiers saluted and ran off and Yoongi turned on his heel, heading back into his tent when he froze, “Jimin and Y/N? Fighting?” 

He ran, following the stream of soldiers and he saw the large group of people, forming an arena around the two fighters. Grunting, he pushed his way through the crowd and reached the centre. 

You grunted with effort as you pushed Jimin off you, “Gotta be faster than that, rabbit.” You goaded and took a defensive stan and Jimin attacked you again with a swift kick aimed at your stomach but you intercepted it with one hand and wrapped your other hand around his thigh and pulled. 

Yoongi watched as you hurdled Jimin down onto the ground with a cry, creating a wave of dust at impact and he shielded his eyes. 

“So far, it looks like she’s winning this round.” He heard Jin’s voice and looked around, trying to spot him and he saw him stand next to Namjoon and Jackson a few feet away. 

“Why the fuck are they fighting?” Yoongi asked when he approached them, causing all three men to whip around to face him. 

“Ah, overslept again, I see. Bad habit.” Namjoon stated with a shrug. 

“They’re sparring, my dear friend.” Jin clarified and drew Yoongi in with an arm around his shoulder, “Come! Join us!” 

“In what?” 

“Betting on who is going to win this last round. So far the score is 1-1 so this is the last round.” Jin said with a grin, “I’d bet on Y/N. She’s been throwing Jimin around this round like he’s wet paper.” 

“Jimin clearly has the upperhand and is simply dragging out the time!” Jungkook joined them, “Everyone knows that he’s the best damn close-combat fighter in these lands.” 

Namjoon looked at the youngest Aspect just as Jimin was crawling out of the hole you had put him in, “I wouldn’t quite say that, Jungkook. You see, Y/N and Jimin trained together back when they were younger.” 

Yoongi looked at him, “How do you know?” 

“He told me. I was curious as of how they knew each other.” He explained with a bored expression. 

“Yes, and apparently they were lovers at one point too.” Jackson grumbled angrily, “But I am going to make her my woman! No rabbit will stand in my way.” 

Yoongi didn’t know if he wanted to hit Jackson or not, “You can’t force her to be your anything if she doesn’t want to.” 

Jackson shifted his eyes from the fight to Yoongi, “I will not force her. I will make her fall for me with my charms. I’m sure you could learn a thing or two, young Dragon.” 

Yoongi opened his mouth but Jin was quick to place his hand over it, turning his head to you and Jimin, “Alright, that’s enough kids.” 

Jimin wiped the sweat off his brow and chuckled, “I see you haven’t gotten completely rusty on your old days, Y/N.” 

“Did you just call me old, Jimin?” You asked as you began to circle each other, “We both know I was always the better fighter.” 

“Not true. I’ve beaten you plenty of times.” 

“That was years ago.” 

You set off and Jimin jumped backwards, turning his body midair, avoiding your charge and you put one foot to the ground, whirling around, just in time to block a punch from him. 

“We can keep going like this all day, Y/N.” He noted as you huffed, straining against his fist in your hand, “Or I can at least.” 

“I am not tired, if that’s what you’re insinuating.”

You headbutted him, hard, causing him to groan and stumble back but you gave him no breathing room as you charged at him again, wrapping your arms around his midsection at you collided with his body. 

Jimin grabbed your shoulders as he placed his feet solidly on the ground, halting you and then he aimed a well-placed kneecap right into your stomach, sending you flying upwards into the air. You maneuvered yourself to land safely on both feet, a distance away from him. 

The crowd began cheering but it quickly died down when your eyes began to glow green and the crowd moved outwards, creating a greater distance between you and them. 

“Oh, so you want to fight dirty now?” Jimin yelled but stomped the ground with a foot, causing it to tremble slightly, his own eyes flashing pink, “Let’s go then.”

“Now it’s getting interesting.” Jin clapped his hands and smiled excitedly.

“You enjoy violence way to much, my friend.” Namjoon noted and shook his head.

At that very second, the sparring contest jumped up to a whole new level, ditching any slow movements, doubts or hesitations to leave room for two living blurs chaining blows and blocks at astonishing speed. 

After a long moment spent out of time, you could hardly tell if it'd been one minute or one hour, you decided that you had enjoyed yourselves enough and impulsively went on the offensive. Jimin, still focused on the playful yet deadly dancing, noticed too late that the game part was over... He received a powerful blow in the ribs and growled with anger.

"Good one!” He groaned, frowning at her at the second he counterattacked.

You dodged him and resumed into a regular exchange of blocked blows, only this time much more violent... and aiming at hurting. You had struck without restraint, which meant you'd put enough strength in your fist to break his bones. Good thing he was an Aspect, because had he been human, he would have had a broken rib or three. 

He kept playing cat and mouse with you until the right opportunity: he seized your right arm as he blocked it and pulled you toward him. Thrown off balance, you reacted by sending your knee right between Jimin’s legs.

Jimin froze on place as a wave of immense pain spread from his groin, "Really?" He managed to get out.

But he didn't have time to waste as you used his temporary loss of control to grab him and send him flying across the arena. People were quick to move out of the way and he crashed heavily against a couple of tents that fell or broke upon impact. Jimin clenched his teeth to keep his pain silent and shook his head to clear his thoughts just in time to see you rush toward him to try and finish the match before he was back in the game. Jimin dodged your leg that created a small hole in the ground and got up on his feet and leaped toward you, taking advantage of your precarious balance to grip your waist with both his arms and pin you on the ground. 

You fell, entangled, and struggled on the dirt to take the upper hand. You finally got it, straddled him and threw a powerful punch toward his jaw. But your friend deflected it with his free arm and countered with a strong head butt.

Unfortunately for him, you were… pretty hard-headed.

“You can do better, Jimin.”

Then Jimin lifted his right leg in your back, placed it between your chests and gripped your neck in the bend of his knee before pushing you backwards. You saw the danger come; if you let the man block your head between his strong legs, you could very well lose the match.

You resisted the movement, all the effort concentrated in your abdominal muscles, then used your hands and arms to free yourself while sending your foot to Jimin’s jaw for good measure. You heard him growl as you rolled on the side and stood up. Jimin jumped to his feet and rubbed his jaw soothingly before joking, “You’re really trying to damage my handsome face.”

“It’ll heal.”

And you attacked, even faster, even stronger, to the crowd’s general amazement, trying more and more daring and risky moves to find a way past the each other's defenses. You both sometimes took the upper hand, but the more time passed, the more you gained the advantage over him, hurting his weak spots with the precision of a striking cobra. Jimin scored some good hits too, like the full-powered kick he'd managed to land on your shoulder and which had sent you staggering, the loud crack indicating that he had dislocated it. 

You simply but it back in place with a small hiss.

Nevertheless, Jimin started to feel the match was escaping him. While he began to tire under your constant assaults, your energy seemed endless. You really were a formidable opponent.

You exchanged a new flurry of blows until he missed a block and took an uppercut fully charged in the throat, followed by another in his chest. The first cut his breathing for a short instant, the next caused a loud crack to echo through the camp and he immediately knew – through the sound and the intolerable pain that flooded his veins – that you actually managed break a pair of his ribs. He staggered and fell on his knees, coughing and grunting in pain.

He saw you hesitate; you’d heard the terrible noise but he could tell you really wanted to win this match. He knew why it was so important to you, that the soldiers and the other Aspects needed to believe in your strength, to assert yourself in a powerful position.

In the end, it seemed your fear to have badly wounded him superseded your determination and you moved closer to check he was okay. Your softness were really your biggest weakness.

Jimin sprung like a tiger on it’s prey. He had you.

But you had anticipated the deception this time – you knew him too well – and you leaped backwards, moving out of his reach. You both landed on your feet and observed each other. 

Even with a few broken ribs, your friend would have no trouble trading blows until he saw an opportunity to immobilize you, so you had to be careful.

You could feel the audience holding their breath around you, waiting like statues for something to happen.

It seemed like you had to use the element of surprise.

Jimin was taking his sweet time to approach, knowing that rushing would only give you the chance to dodge and escape. You observed him intently, seemingly trying to figure him out. He could almost hear the wheels of your brain turning faster.

Then suddenly, he stood within striking distance, he focused and attacked, fist first so he could follow up with a kick to block your escape. You evaded the blow at the last second, but not in the way he'd anticipated.

You jumped. High.

Then you fell. On him. Legs wide open.

Jimin was so surprised he missed the only half-a-second long window that could have gotten him out of there, and suddenly his nose and mouth collided with your lower stomach while your legs closed around his neck. Your entire body suddenly weighed on his shoulders, and you used your momentum to accentuate the movement and make him topple backwards.

Almost slowly, Jimin took three steps back and, unable to keep his balance, collapsed on the ground. His back slammed against the ground, the impact only dampened by the presence of your legs crossed against his nape. You then bent forward to evade your victim's leg swings and kicks, and a large smirk appeared on your face.

“You give up?” You asked, still smirking. 

“Yes, I tap out.” He rolled his eyes and felt you dislodge yourself from him. The crowd began cheering when you helped him back on your feet, your eyes having returned to their natural color. 

“I am going to marry that woman. Gods, I am so hard right now.” Jackson mumbled, staring at you as you talked to Jimin. 

“Gross, Jackson. Really? Ugh.” Jin scowled. 

Yoongi ignored all of them but he had to agree with Jackson. He too, had never been so hard as he was at that moment.

After the fight, Jimin had invited you to a walk. You had your right hand placed on his forearm as he walked beside you, through the noisy camp, soldiers and horses running around you. The tension in the camp had heightened since you arrived, clearly anticipated for the battle. 

You didn’t want to think about that now. 

“How have you been all these years?” You asked him, looking up at him. He was just as handsome as you remembered him, even with dirt and sweat spattered across his face. 

“I’ve been good. Busy. But good.” He said with a smile and glanced down at you, “And you?” 

You slowly looked away from him and ahead, “I’ve been… Surviving.” Jimin’s smile faded, “Yeah. Surviving.” 

“Y/N… Why didn’t you come to me?” He placed his other hand upon the one that rested on his forearm, “I could have helped you.” 

“No, you couldn’t. I had just helped you escape from him and I would only have put you in danger had I sought you out. I didn’t want to endanger anyone else.” You shook your head, “I feared that he might have found you and killed you after you disappeared.” 

“I have a friend, Taehyung and he took me in, helped me heal and get back on my feet but since I had no lands left, I sort of remained with him until Yoongi arrived on his doorstep, asking us to be a part of his rebellion.” Jimin explained. 

“I’m sorry I couldn’t stop him, Jimin.” Your head hung low as he slowed down, “I tried but he wouldn’t listen.” You closed your eyes, “You lost everything.” Your voice trembled slightly as your heart constricted painfully in your chest.

“Hey.” He put a finger under your chin to make you look at him, “Not everything. I have you, don’t I?” You nodded, blinking, and Jimin was quick to wipe away the single tear that fell, “I have Tae, Namjoon, Jin, Yoongi, even Jackson. I got a wife and a kid on the way.” 

“You what?” Your eyes widened, “Why didn’t you tell me?” You hit his arm and he laughed, “You tell me this now?!” 

“Sorry, I didn’t tell you sooner.” He smiled and tugged you gently along as he began walking, “What about you, Y/N? Any bachelors?” 

You snorted, loudly, “I haven’t really been lucky in that aspect, Jimin, and after the last one, it has sort of been the last thing on my mind.” 

“Really? Hm, we should change that. What about Jackson?” 

“As handsome as he might be, he’s a little too aggressive for my tastes.” 

“Jungkook?” 

“Too young.” 

“My friend, Taehyung is still unmarried but I don’t think the two of you will get along very well.”

“Why?”

“He’s the Goat Aspect.” 

You chuckled softly, “You’re right about that one.” 

“Hm. What about Yoongi?” 

You almost tripped over your own feet at the mention of his name, “The brother of the man who ruined my life? What a good idea, Jimin.” 

Jimin frowned and stopped walking, “Yoongi is not like his brother, Y/N. He is a good man, albeit a little…”

“Cold? Rude? Pig-headed?” 

“Yeah, that but he’s kind, compassionate and strong-willed. He actually reminds me of you.” 

You threw your head back and laughed, “Please. He and I are not alike. He could have stopped his brother from killing their father but he didn’t. Instead, he let it happen and got banished from the palace. He could have stopped Min from doing all of the terrible things he’s done but no, he didn’t even try. It’s a miracle he’s mustered up the balls to finally do something.” 

Jimin looked thoughtful for a moment before he spoke, “Yoongi actually tried to kill his brother that day he killed their father.” Your eyes widened and all humour left your face, “But Min… Killed him.” 

“B-But how? He’s alive-”

“Magic.” He simply stated.

You reeled back, “Magic like that is forbidden and for good reason…” 

“A life for a life.” 

“Who…?” 

“His mother.” Jimin sighed and it felt like all the air had been punched out of your lungs, “After Min killed Yoongi, he threw him into the river. Jin found him a couple of days later, floating in the river. He pulled him from the river and brought him into his house. At first he contemplated of burning him but… He was contacted by the Empress.” 

“How? She remained in the palace-”

“She was a witch.” Your eyes widened at the revelation, “Yeah. There weren’t many magic users left back then but she was one of the few.” Jimin continued, “She made Jin take an oath to keep Yoongi safe until the time was right.” Jimin paused and looked at you, “So don’t say that Yoongi didn’t try.”

“But why now?”

“He was scared. Like you. He still is. So… Cut him slack.”

“We haven’t really… talked that much. Mostly fought, actually.” You snickered but it was hollow, “I may have treated him with contempt. Because he looks like him…” 

“And you know that’s wrong.”

“Yes.” 

“You know, maybe you should reach out to him, try to make him understand you a little better. Try to be friends. History tells us that the Snake and Dragon were always good friends.” 

“That’s putting the bar a little high, Jimin. I’ll just begin with being a little nicer to him.” 

“That’s my girl.”

Yoongi was, mildly speaking, having an existential crisis. Okay, maybe not that extreme but he was certainly having a crisis. 

About you.

Okay, so maybe Jin was right. He was intrigued by you. He could even admit that he was attracted to you, as was proven by his earlier predicament. He had never seen such elegance and strength before, certainly not in a fight. Sure, you and Jimin were both excellent fighters but you… You had truly stolen his focus.

He still found you annoying and uptight but perhaps that would change with time as he got to know you.

He wanted to know more about you. 

“Fancy meeting you here.” Your voice startled him and he visibly flinched, “Did I startle you? Good.” You snickered.

He expected you to walk away but instead, you approached him and sat down next to him in the soft grass.

“You are really annoying.” Yoongi said, sparing you a glance. You had changed your outfit. You were no longer clad in a bodytight suit that accentuated your curves, breast or ass. 

Frankly spoken, he was glad that you had changed. He didn’t want a raging boner again. 

Now you were dressed in a simple, long dress and your hair cascaded down your shoulders. You looked relaxed. 

“So are you.” You retorted and shot him a glare, “Did you see the fight earlier?”

“I did.”

“I didn’t see you.” 

“Oh, so you were looking for me?” Yoongi smirked and turned his head to look at you, taking much pleasure in how you sputtered and shook your head wildly.

“Absolutely not.”

“Hm.” 

A moment of silence passed and you felt uneasy under his sharp eyes, shifting in the grass. 

“Are you scared of me, Y/N?” 

You froze at the question and opened your mouth to answer but decided to close it again. Yoongi took your silence as his answer and moved to get up when your hand grabbed his wrist. 

“I am not scared of you… As per say.” You began, looking at him with pleading eyes, asking him silently to stay, “But you look exactly like him and… sometimes my mind thinks you are him.” 

“I am not him.” Yoongi said but sat back down next to you.

“I know that! But that still doesn’t change the fact that you look exactly like the man that....” You trailed off, not wanting to venture out where you couldn’t go back. 

“The man that what?” He pushed and he saw you pale, “Y/N, what did my brother do to you?” 

You whispered something and at first he didn’t hear it but he heard it the second time.

“He ruined me.” You murmured weakly and gone was the strong, pig-headed woman he had only seen up till now. You were shaking, pale and afraid.

“He… ruined you?” 

You rubbed your arms, suddenly feeling cold to the bones, “Your brother was once my betrothed but you already know that, I’m sure. My family thought that it would be a good match and an honor to have their daughter marry the Emperor and thus I was sent to the palace 3 months before the wedding would take place, to prepare me for the grandiose honor of becoming Empress.” You let out a short, emotionless laugh, “Empress. I was supposed to be nothing more but a trophy. He treated me as such as well. A thing... A plaything that he could burn, flog, cut and beat until I was drowning in a sea of my own blood. To torture endlessly until he grew bored of it. But none of that broke me… It wasn’t until he forced himself upon me that my spirit broke.” 

Your eyes teared up but you continued, “It happened once and it was after I had betrayed him by helping Jimin escape from the palace. He thought giving me 12 lashes wasn’t enough. I had to be taught a lesson.” 

Yoongi closed his eyes, wishing and regretting he asked, “And that was when I began to fear him.” 

“Y/N…” 

“Your brother not only scarred my body to the point where I can’t even stand to look at it, he also-”

“Y/N, stop!” Yoongi raised his voice, “That’s enough.” His voice trembled, wrought with emotion, “Stop. Please.” 

You turned your head to look at him as he took your hand in his, his thumb gliding over your palm in an effort to comfort you. It didn’t comfort you and when you saw the emotions swirling in his eyes; the sorrow, the sympathy, you broke down. 

Yoongi didn’t know what to do when you leaned into his side, crying softly, your hand clenching his strongly as if you needed him to keep you anchored, so your emotions didn’t get the better of you. 

He hushed you gently as you wept and he stayed with you until the last of your tears had dried up. 

You sat in comfortable silence, your head placed on his shoulder and you breathed in deeply, feeling slightly light-headed. 

“I was wrong about you and for that, I apologize.” He said softly, clenching your hand within his. 

You simply hummed in response and closed your eyes, silently wishing the moment to last a little bit longer.

Jin noticed a change between you and Yoongi. It all began when he saw you smiling a tiny smile in Yoongi’s direction that morning and the Dragon’s own lips tugged upwards. Then his friend had walked over to you and placed a hand on your shoulder and Jin expected you to send Yoongi flying, but you didn’t. Instead you let it linger there as the two of you talked. 

Then Yoongi leaned in closer and whispered something in your ear that made you flustered and now you actually hit him. 

Just not with full force. Which Jin had expected. No, you simply swiped your arm leisurely at his shoulder while Yoongi was smiling at you. 

What was this? 

The Ox kept a close eye on you throughout the day as it passed by. The two of you would walk, side by side, through the camp while Yoongi talked to you about his journey that led him here. He told you of how he had gathered the other Aspects and of how the rest would meet them at the city. Jin also noticed how your hand lingered on Yoongi’s arm, as you listened intently to what he was saying. 

“Is it just me or are those two actually being… Friendly?” Jackson asked, eyes locked on you and Yoongi walking amongst the tents, “That’s quite a change over the span of a few days…” 

“Are you scared he might steal her from you?” Jungkook smiled at Jackson, “I think he might.” That earned him a hard hit on the shoulder, “Ow.” 

“Shut up, mutt. I refuse to believe that Y/N would fall for someone like him.” 

“And what if she does? What then?” Jin levelled a hard stare at Jackson, “I actually think they make quite the pair.” 

“His brother-”

“His brother is his own person, Jackson. You know this. Now Y/N does too. Let them be.”

“You know, you actually surprise me, Yoongi.” 

“How so?” 

“I didn’t expect you to be this smart. I actually kind of expected you to be quite… Dumb.” 

“You surprise me as well.” 

“Do tell.” 

“You’re even more annoying once one get to know you.” 

You slapped his arm but there was a smile on your lips, “It’s a part of my charm, thank you very much.” 

“You are actually, quite charming.” His compliment made your cheeks heat up. He’s been doing that a lot lately. Complimenting you, that is. 

And it made butterflies erupt in your stomach. 

You didn’t know what to make of it. 

“I have a question, Y/N.” 

You looked at him with a tilt of your head, “Ask away.” 

“What will you do after?” Yoongi glanced at you, “If we win.” 

You hardly doubted that it would be a hard-earned victory. You had no doubt that people would die. 

But somewhere, something told you that you would win. 

“I… Don’t know. I mean, Shari and I have been on the run for so long, that I can’t imagine us doing anything else but…” You paused and looked off, into the distance, watching the setting sun, “I could see myself in a house, with Shari, tending to our garden.”

“No husband?” He asked.

You chewed your lip, “Maybe. If the right one comes along.” You felt him shift beside you, “What about you? What are your plans once you become Emperor?”

“I don’t plan to become Emperor.” 

Your head whipped towards him, eyes wide, “W-What? Surely you must be jesting, Yoongi. Who else is there but you?” 

“I can make a whole list of people who would be a better Emperor than I.” He declared and shrugged, “I don’t want to be Emperor. I never wanted that.” 

“There are many that would disagree with you. Myself, included.” You stated, placing a hand on top of his, “But that is up to you. No one can or will force you.” 

Yoongi smiled slowly, “Thank you.” 

“What do you want then?” 

He hummed and leaned back, resting against the tree that towered over you, “I want many things. To travel the world. Learn new languages. Meet new people. I want to settle down, own a farm or something like that.” 

“You really want it all?” 

“I want it all.” He parroted you, his brown eyes shifting from you to the sun, “Nothing less.” 

“Then you shall have it all, Yoongi.”

Later that evening, a couple of hours after sunset, Shari pounced you the minute you entered your tent and you yelped, “Ah! Hello.” 

“Miffed u, istres.” She mumbled into your cloak and you chuckled when she drew her head back and looked up at you, “You’ve been gone for almost the whole day.” She pouted as you patted her head.

“Namjoon hasn’t been entertaining you enough?” You asked as she let go of you, shaking your head at her small ‘no’, “You know it’s not very polite to be ungrateful, Shari. Namjoon offered to teach you to read and write all by himself.”

“I know, Mistress but it’s more fun when it’s you.” 

You huffed out a laugh and took off your cloak, putting it on your bed, “I’ll teach you once this war is over with, I promise.” 

“Yay!” Shari clapped her hands and you smiled at her excitement but then it died down and she looked solemn, “We’re leaving tomorrow…” She murmured and you walked over to her and knelt down, “I-I’m nervous.” 

“I know. Me too.” 

“What if you die?” 

You cupped her cheek, “I won’t.”

“Promise?”

You kissed her cheek, “Promise.” and Shari graced you with a small smile, “Now, how about a bath? You stink.” 

“That was rude, Mistress. You could use a bath yourself.” She scowled at you but her eyes lit up at the mention of a bath, “But I forgot my soap.” 

“You can borrow mine.” You winked at her as she cheered, “It’ll be just a minute.” 

“Ugh.” 

“You can ahead and head towards the stream. Don’t leave the camp though. Stay within the light of the torches.” You told her and she was almost halfway out the entrance when you called to her, “And take my cloak. It’s a little cold outside.”

“What about you then?”

You snickered, “I’m going to be fine.”

Shari grabbed your cloak and ran outside as she struggled to put it on. She breathed in deeply, the scent of your vanilla soap and lotus perfume lingering on the cloak and hugged it tightly to her body. She pulled the hood over her head and headed towards the edge of the camp. 

Sharp eyes landed on the hooded figure and grinned as he recognized the cloak. He dipped the arrow head in the bottle of acid and notched it, taking aim.

“This is almost too easy.”

You exited your tent, a cloth bag in your hand containing your soaps as you headed towards the edge of camp, looking forward to a nice bath and some time alone with Shari. 

But then you heard someone yell and saw soldiers run by you. You picked up your pace but that was when you smelled it. 

Blood. 

You dropped the bag onto the ground and bolted, not giving a single care to the gathered people as you shoved them away, your heart beating wildly in your chest as you prayed to the Gods that what you feared was not-

You stopped. Stopped breathing. Stopped moving. Stopped thinking. 

There, on the ground, lay a small body, wearing your cloak, in a pool of her own blood. You saw the arrow in her back, smelled the acid that had burned a hole into her chest. 

You screamed. Loudly. You fell to your knees next to Shari’s body and turned her around, weeping loudly as you saw her lifeless eyes stare up at you, “No… No… Please… No.” 

You pulled her to your chest, hugging her tightly, “Shari, wake up.” You whispered brokenly, shaking her gently but the only thing that moved was a single trail of blood from her mouth.

You cupped the back of her head, pulling it to you and buried your face in her hair as the hood fell from her head and wept. 

Jin and Yoongi pushed their way through the crowd but halted the second they saw you cradling Shari’s body, weeping loudly, whimpering, begging her to wake up. 

Jin’s eyes teared up and he took a deep breath, his eyelids closing as a stray tear ran down his cheek. 

Yoongi slowly walked over to you and knelt down, his knees sinking into blood-soaked dirt and he slowly put a hand on your shoulder. You didn’t move as you kept looking at Shari’s face, “Please don’t leave me.” You sobbed. 

“Y/N.” He said but you shook your head. 

Yoongi looked down at the young girl, taking in her pained expression that was etched onto her face, her last moment. He took a deep breath before glancing at Jin over his shoulder, “Find the one who did this and bring them to me.” 

Jin nodded and left. 

Dawn came and you stood atop a hill, holding a torch and looked up, seeing the funeral pyre for the first time. You slowly walked over to it and looked down at the body that lay atop of it. 

You heard Jin behind you, beginning his parting words. You tuned them out and took one last longing look at Shari’s face. She looked peaceful, with her eyes closed, her face clean, her hair done neatly in a braid. You could hear her bubbling laughter on the wind as it blew and you let your eyes close as you put the torch to the pyre and let it drop to the ground, stepping away. 

Yoongi walked up to you, standing beside you, his head bowed. He could hear your shuddering breaths and he let his hand brush yours gently, offering his support in silence. 

You took his hand interlaced your fingers as you silently let tears roll down your cheeks, watching the pyre carry the ashes of her to somewhere far away and you prayed, silently, that wherever it was, Shari had everything that she dreamed of.

Jungkook held the curtain to the tent aside and you walked in, accompanied by Yoongi, Jin, Namjoon, Jimin and Jackson. 

“I chased him down after… what happened.” The young man said softly, You said nothing but simply walked over to the bound man and looked down at him. He looked up and his eyes widened when he saw you stand in front of him. 

“He’s yours to do with as you please.” Yoongi stated. 

You nodded and they took this as the cue to leave the tent. You sat down graciously in front of the man and removed the cloth from his mouth. 

“How is this possible? I killed you.” His voice was dry and trembling as you calmly stared at him. 

“You failed.” You explained, your voice cold as ice.

“I-I…” 

“And now you will die.” 

“You don’t scare me, snake,” He spat the word but there was still a sliver of fear in his tone, “The Emperor would have killed me anyway for failing him.” 

You nodded slowly and pulled out a small vial, filled with a green substance, “Yes. He would probably beheaded you or have you hanged.” You removed the lid from the bottle and raised it up between your faces, “What I intend to do is much worse.” Your eyes flashed green as they met his, “Do you know what my poison does to a human body? It’s much like the concoction you used but much more potent. It will melt your insides, organ by organ, muscles by muscle, bone by bone until there is nothing of you.” You scoffed, “To think that he believed it would be strong enough to kill me is pathetic.” 

The man opened his mouth, “Long live the Emper-” You grabbed his jaw roughly, forcing his mouth wide open with ease and he whimpered pathetically.  

“Your Emperor won’t live for long. Neither will you.” You said slowly and moved the tiny bottle to his mouth, “Now drink up.”

You emptied the vial into his mouth and made sure that he swallowed it all. 

You heard the rustling of the curtain to your tent, feet stepping onto the carpet, making the dirt beneath it crunch. You didn’t move when he placed a small plate of gravy in front of you, on the table you sat by. 

“You need to eat.” Yoongi said softly, “You need the strength.” 

“I’m not hungry.” 

He sighed, “Y/N.” But you didn’t say another word, simply staring at the wall of the tent. Then he saw your hands move in your lap and he spotted one of Shari’s blouses in your hands. 

You flinched when you felt him put a hand on top of yours, his face entering your vision as he gently turned your head with a finger under your chin. You looked at him, taking in how the light from the torch in the middle of the tent casted his soft, feline like features in a golden light. You saw how his eyes portrayed emotions so easily and just how easy it was to read them: his own heart filled with sorrow and regret.

Yoongi saw your lower lip beginning to tremble as tears gathered in your eyes, “She’s gone.” You began, voice a mere whisper, “I promised her that she would stay safe and I failed. I promised to protect her and I failed.” The more you spoke, the more tears flowed freely, “And it’s my fault. It’s my fault, Yoongi. I let her go. I made her put on my cloak… It’s my fault.” 

“No, hey, no.” He cupped your face, kneeling down beside you, thumbs gently wiping away your tears, “It’s not your fault. You didn’t know.” 

“I should have known that he would-”

“No. None of that. It is not your fault.” 

“You don’t understand… Shari was the only thing that I had left.” You inhaled, soft noises escaping from you as you broke down, “I have nothing.” 

“You have me, Y/N.” Yoongi pulled you to him and you desperately swung your arms around his neck, burying your face in his shoulder, “You have me.” He repeated as you wailed loudly, “You have me.” He felt your hands grip onto his shirt tightly, your wails muffled by the cloth. 

To have him there, next to you, his presence and warm body, coupled with his words, it all washed over you like a warm blanket, shielding you from the hurt, the pain, the ache. It all seemed to lessen with each second.

You sniffled and drew back. Your arms shifted, moving your hands to his chest and you crossed the small space between you, placing a kiss to his lips. 

Yoongi’s eyes widened but he didn’t move, seemingly frozen in your hold. Your lips, wet and tasting like salt, glided from his lips to his jaw, to his temple, to his ear and you whispered, “Make me forget. Please.” 

He exhaled a shaky breath, “Are you sure?” 

You nodded. 

He pushed you back gently, his eyes searching yours for any uncertainty and when he found none, he pulled you to him, his lips collided with yours and a spark lit in his abdomen. 

You whimpered softly into the kiss, feeling his tongue grace your lower lip, begging, pleading for entrance and when you granted it, you tasted him and a whole slew of colors exploded behind your lids. He pulled you up with him, his hands finding purchase on your hips as he guided you backwards, mouths still connected, to the bed and he broke the kiss to lay you down gently on the the soft mattress and he crawled over you.

You reached out for him, hands desperately trying to remove the shirt from his body and he let pull it over his head. He hissed when your hands glided up his stomach, over his dusky nipples and dipped his head, capturing your lips once more but this time with more ferocity. 

Your skin tingled with excitement as Yoongi began to untie your robe but you froze when you felt his cool hands on your stomach. 

He pulled away from your lips, “What’s wrong?” 

You looked down and he followed your gaze, eyes widening slightly when he saw the many scars across your stomach and chest. 

His heart twisted painfully when you began to close your robe, “No. Don’t.” 

“I shouldn’t have asked you. I’m sorry.” You turned your head away as you couldn’t bare to meet his eyes, “It’s hideous.”

“No, it’s not.” He leaned forward and nuzzled the valley between your breasts, “You’re beautiful.” He kissed the skin there and ventured further down, planting soft butterfly kisses on each scar , pushing your hands away and let your robe fall open. He placed a kiss above your navel and gazed up at you. The intensity in his eyes and how they darkened with desire made your breath hitch.

You sat up and let the robe fall from your shoulders, laying back down you watched as he untied the ribbon that held your trousers up, slowly pulling them down, placing a kiss to each expanse of skin that was being revealed to him. 

“Beautiful.” He murmured against your thigh, moving back so he could remove your trousers and he threw them to the ground and returned to you, pushing your legs apart. 

Your hands shot down to hide yourself from his gaze, embarrassed at how he eyed your center with such hunger but he growled and slapped them away. 

He placed himself between your fleshy thighs, taking in how your folds already glistened in the torch light, “I want to taste you.” He said, his voice deep and rough and it sent a shiver through you, “Can I?” 

You nodded slowly and almost choked on a breath when you felt a finger run down your center, avoiding the aching bud, “Y-Yoongi…”

Yoongi didn’t waste more time as he dove in, his tongue circling around your clit and you let out a groan. He then slid one finger into your weeping cunt, moaning loudly when your hips bucked against his face and when he added another, you let out a mewl. 

“Please.” You begged. Yoongi continued to lick your clit and pushing his fingers in and out of you, feeling you grow more wet under his onslaught. 

Then he removed his mouth from your clit and his fingers from your cunt and you almost cried out when you felt his tongue push inside you, lapping up your juices, “Ah!” 

Yoongi gazed up at you and almost came in his pants then and there; to see your face, contorted in pleasure, pleasure that he was giving you, your hands fisting your robe in desperation and the sounds that erupted from your mouth as he continued to eat you out. 

You felt something building in your abdomen. It felt hot, tightening and you feared it would snap. He felt it too when your walls clenched around his tongue and he placed a thumb on your clit, rubbing in circles. 

“Hngh - I’m going to cum.” You warned him, voice raspy and throat dry.

“Then cum.” He commanded. 

He continued to lap at your center as your back arched off the bed, mouth open in a silent scream. He drinks every drop that gushed out of you and only removed himself when you whimpered pathetically. 

Yoongi crawled up your body, placing a kisses on his way and you put your hands around his neck when he kissed your jaw. You could feel his hard cock against your stomach, straining against the fabric of his pants and you sighed blissfully. 

He kissed you then, mouth open, tongue invading yours, letting out a grunt when he felt your hands touch his cock over his pants. 

“I - Hmp.” He silenced you quickly with his mouth but you pushed against his chest with your hand, “I want to-”

“Later. I need to be inside you.” He grumbled and removed himself from you and you had never seen a man shed his pants so fast in your life, eyes widening as you saw the size of him but you quickly found yourself caged under him again, his mouth on yours, arms resting beside your head. You felt the tip prod your entrance and whimpered. 

“Yoongi, hurry up.” You huffed when his lips dislodged from yours and he grinned cheekily as one of his hands went down to grab his cock and line it up with your entrance. Your mouth dropped open when you felt him breach you, slowly, your walls clamping down on him tightly. 

“Gods...” He hissed as he pushed deeper into you until his hips were flush against yours and he stilled, letting you get accustomed to him. 

You put your legs around his narrow hips, hands venturing up his arms to his shoulders, “Move.” 

He pulled out and thrust back in and all the air left your lungs. He set a slow and languid pace, head bending down to nibble at your collarbones while you gasped with each thrust, your cunt weeping onto the mattress. The blazing fire began to build in your lower stomach again but you needed more. 

“Faster.” You huffed out, licking your dry lips. Yoongi looked at you and you saw uncertainty flash in his eyes, “I can take it.” 

“As you wish.” He nodded and leaned back on his heels, removing your legs around him, moaning loudly as he looked down to where you were joined as he drew back, his cock glistening with your arousal, “Fuck.” He gritted out as he slammed back in. 

You keened as his pace increased, your back arching, legs trembling as he held them spread for him, his cock leaving no crevice untouched as he fucked you. 

You let out a cry when he shifted his angle and his cock hit a spot that made you see stars, “Don’t stop!” 

He chuckled but that quickly changed into a groan when your walls clamped down around him, “Are you close, my sweet snake?” 

You nodded wildly, your hands trying to find something to hold onto as you felt like floating. He put one of your legs on his shoulder and held onto it, nails digging deep into your thigh and fucked you harder. His balls tightened and he knew he didn’t have long but he needed you to give him one last orgasm. 

So he moved his other hand and started playing with your clit and you let out a wail as you came, the blazing fire finally erupting and setting all of your nerves on fire. Yoongi cursed as your walls clamped down on him like a vice and he thrust a couple of times before he let out a groan, spilling his cum inside you, filling you up. 

He fell forward, your chests rubbing against it each as you both breathed heavily, coming down from your highs. 

He kissed you and rolled to the side, his softening cock leaving your cunt and you let out a tiny whimper. 

“Thank you.” You whispered and turned over to face him, offering a tired but satisfied smile. He smiled back and let you scoot closer, resting your head on his chest. 

“Stay.” You murmured. 

Yoongi kissed your forehead, “Gladly.” 

You stared at the closed gates of the Imperial City, seeing the soldiers running on the high walls, preparing for a siege as ballistas and archers lined up along the walls. 

You felt anticipation for the upcoming battle. It wasn’t going to be easy. 

“What about the people?” You asked as Jin appeared next to you, “Thousands of innocents will die.” 

Jin hummed, “I have men in the city that are taking the civilians underground, to the catacombs.” 

“You really have thought of everything.” You noted and Jin grinned. 

“Actually, that was Namjoon. Gotta use his big brain for something.” He turned and walked back to the tent where the rest of the Aspects stood along with some new additions: Taehyung, the Goat Aspect, Hoseok, the Horse Aspect, Anduin, the Pig Aspect, Wrynn, the Sheep Aspect and Dina, the Rooster Aspect. 

“The trebuchets are ready.” Dina said as it was her that had brought the majority of the weapons, “As is the ram.” 

“Good.” Jackson nodded, “Then I’d say let’s get started.” 

It was chaos. The ram had been a failure and countless of soldiers had already lost their lives and the gate was still standing as was the walls. You were growing frustrated and knew that something had to be done.

Something drastic.

“Jin!” You called out across the battlefield, eyes quickly finding the man amidst the soldiers, “We need to open that gate!” 

“If you haven’t noticed, the ram was a failure!” He yelled back. 

“I know but how about you use your thick skull and big brain for once and bash it open?!” 

Jin’s eyes widened and he mulled over the idea, “Yeah… That could work but what about the soldiers?! I don’t want to tramble them.” 

You rolled your eyes, “Everyone! Draw back! Fall back from the walls!” Your command echoed with the other Aspects as they commanded their soldiers and Jin nodded and ran towards the gate whereas others ran away from it. 

You watched as he got closer and closer, dodging arrows with relative ease but when they began firing the ballistas at him, you grew fearful. He had to change. 

Then he vanished in a dust cloud and you heard a loud, booming bellow and saw his Aspect form charge right into the gates, bursting them open. 

“Everyone! Charge!” You heard the command and bolted towards the open gates, watching as Jin trampled down one of the walls, creating more entrance points for the soldiers. 

The General of the Emperor’s army was quickly remobilizing his soldiers and they charged towards you, storming out of the gate in waves. 

You drew your kopis’ and vaulted over debris, diving down with a cry, sinking your weapons into an enemy soldier, his blood spattering on your face. 

Then you heard a horn sound behind you and you looked back to see the cavalry beginning to charge with Hoseok at the front, his spear glinting in the sun. 

You smirked and yanked your kopis’ out of the body, letting it fall to the ground and proceeded to run further into the city. 

Gritting your teeth, you fought your way through the enemy soldiers, never losing sight of where you had to go. 

The Imperial Palace.

“My Lord, they have breached the city.” 

“I can see that, you idiot!” 

Emperor Min was pacing back and forth, perching high above the city, in the throne room, where he could see the battle unfold below. 

He couldn’t lose the city. He wouldn’t lose to his brother. 

He had the advantage of a bigger army but Yoongi had the other Aspects at his side and Min roared in frustration, “Damn it!” 

But then he saw you run up the many stairs leading to the palace and he grinned, “It seems like she wants to greet me in person.” 

Yoongi had lost sight of you on the battlefield and were growing anxious. He cut down another soldier with his sword and continued further into the city, Jin beside him. 

“Where is she?!” 

“I don’t know. She bolted right after entering the city!” Jin answered, grunting as he parried an incoming blow from a soldier. 

“Damn it, woman!”

You reached the courtyard, breathing heavily and looked around. The place was vacant of soldiers. 

What was Min planning?

“Min!” You yelled at the top of your lungs, “Come out, you coward!” 

You heard laughter but couldn’t pinpoint where, so you whirled around yourself. 

“Did you miss me that much, Y/N? That you had to see me before my brother comes to kill me?” 

“I will be the one to kill you, you bastard!” You growled, your only answer was more laughter, “I intend to finish what I began those years ago!” 

“Ah, yes. The parting gift you so lovingly bestowed upon me.” The hairs on your back stood as you felt his presence behind you and you whirled around to see him step out from the shadows of the tall pillars, “As you can see,” He paused when your eyes met, “It’s healed quite nicely but has left such an ugly scar.” 

“That’s nothing compared to what you did to me.” You tensed up as he stepped towards you slowly, his sword still sheathed. 

“Aww, come on now. You can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy some of it. For example that one night we made love.” 

You hissed, your eyes flashing green as you felt nothing but anger, “Am I digging up some bad memories, my love? I’m sorry. How is your little handmaiden? I heard that she sadly lost her life. You have my condolences.” Min bowed mockingly and you had to restrain yourself from charging at him.

“Fuck you!” 

“Is that all you can come up with? Where is that sharp tongue of yours?” Min began to pace around you, closing in on you slowly, “You know, I am a little disappointed in you, Y/N. To think that you joined my pathetic brother’s little rebellion… I had thought better of you.” 

You didn’t answer and he continued, “Cat got your tongue? I saw the mighty Tiger down there. Are you warming his bed at night? He is tall and handsome, after all.” 

You knew what he was trying to do: to goat you into attacking him. Too bad for him, you already knew his tricks. 

“Answer when spoken to, dove.” 

“No, actually…” You paused and relaxed your stance, “I’m fucking your brother.” 

This got a reaction out of the Emperor as he stopped, his eyes turned hard and he scowled, so you continued, “What? Didn’t want to share with your brother?” You mocked.

“Shut up.” 

“You know, I’ve always wondered what you lacked as a child to have grown into the sadistic asshole you are today but all I could come up with was that you are simply jealous of Yoongi.” You saw how he tensed up, his hand touching the hilt of his sword, “I can’t imagine how it must feel to always have been the second son…”

“I said shut up.” 

“I pity you, Min.” 

“SHUT UP!” He roared as he changed into Dragon form and lunged at you, a move that you had seen coming. It seemed like he had forgotten how cunning you were. You dodged his attack and ran into a nearby building.

Yoongi heard the roar his brother let out and he looked towards the palace where he saw his brother’s golden Dragon form and he could only think of one person who could have provoked his brother to change directly into that.

You. 

He left the battle and ran towards the stairs leading to the courtyard. 

You ran through the collapsing building as Min tore it asunder. You leapt out a window and fell to the ground but a huff. 

You barely had time to get up on your legs when Min bashed his tail at you, creating a huge crater. 

“You whore!” He roared loudly as you ran across the courtyard, “I am going to kill you!” 

“You failed once and you will fail again, Min!” You yelled as you headed towards another building but Min had already seen where you were headed, so he moved his massive tail skywards and slammed it into the building, sending you flying backwards across the courtyard. 

You groaned, head reeling from the hard landing when you felt something heavy land on top of you, pinning you down and you knew it was his claw. Min opened his mouth wide and you saw how he took a deep breath. 

You had to change. Now. 

Min let out a roar as he blasted you with fire, burning everything to ash but when he felt something snake around his body, he knew he’d failed. 

Your silver scales glinted in the sun as you rose above him, the lower part of your body wrapping itself around his hind legs, your hood unfolding itself to cast a shadow over the Dragon in your hold and you hissed loudly, fangs out and ready.

Min didn’t waste a second to try and untangle you from him but you simply clenched around him and he tried to take move, his tail moving wildly behind him, destroying everything in it’s path. He roared when you lunged at his head, only to miss it as he moved and breathed fire on you again. 

You could easily withstand his flames for a short period of time but he continued and youfelt the burning flames begin to dance across your scales, bringing pain with it, you hissed loudly before bending your body and sink your fangs into his right leg. Min reeled from the bite but before you could release poison into his system, he took off into the air, dragging you with him upwards. 

He could fly. 

You could not.

You removed your fangs from him and began to untangle yourself from his body but he used his claws to grab ahold of you. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” He growled, “I just want to show you the view from up here.” He sped up and you looked down, the ground getting further and further away from you. 

You felt panic overcome you as he only soared higher and higher and then he let you go. 

You plummeted towards the earth, bracing yourself for impact as you could do little else when you saw a black Dragon fly towards you.

“Change back!” Yoongi yelled out and you did so, vanishing in a puff of smoke and you were back to human form. Yoongi opened up his claw and felt relief washing over him as you landed in his palm. 

“Thank you.” You said as he closed his claws around you to keep you from falling. 

“What the fuck were you thinking?!” He yelled as he made a u-turn, his long black body quickly heading back towards the ground, “You could have been killed!” 

“We don’t have time to argue, Yoongi, as your brother is coming back! You yelled, seeing Min flying fast towards Yoongi and you. 

Yoongi had barely time to turn his head when his brother collided with him, sending you flying out of his grasp and you could only look on as Min sank his claws into Yoongi’s body, forcing a pained whine from him as they hurtled towards the ground. 

You fell through the roof of the palace and landed in the throne room and you whirled your head around to see the two dragons crash into the courtyard, a tangle of black and gold. They rolled across the courtyard and down the stairs and you jumped down onto the next roof, following them. 

“I’ll kill you again and this time I’ll make sure you stay dead!” Min roared as he lunged at Yoongi’s neck, drawing blood. Yoongi twisted his body and sank both of his front claws into his brother’s body.

“Not if I kill you first!” Yoongi bellowed as he bit into Min’s leg. 

You ran as fast as you could, seeing as the dragons finally came to a stop halfway down the stairs. You watched as they each took a lunge at one another, pained roars and whines coming from both of them. 

At this point, they would kill each other. You changed into your Snake form again and slithered your way down the stairs. Min saw you out of the corner of his eye and turned his head to breath fire at you but Yoongi snapped his jaws shut around his snout, forcing his mouth shut. 

You sped up and opened your mouth wide, fangs emerging from your gums and you launched yourself at Min, sinking your fangs into his neck. Yoongi struggled to maintain his hold on his brother when he felt you wrap yourself around Min’s body as you continued to pump your venom into him but he didn’t dare letting go. 

It took minutes before your venom began to work but soon enough Min began to go slack and Yoongi removed himself from his brother watching as you wrapped your body tighter around his brother’s body, venom starting to dribble from the puncture wounds and onto the ground. 

He watched his brother struggle weakly in your grasp but you responded by tightening ever further and Yoongi were sure that if Min didn’t die by your poison, then he would die from your body crushing his. 

Then he looked into the panicked eyes of his brother and he felt a small pang of pain at seeing his brother suffer like this. Yoongi wished it could have been different, he truly did but his brother deserved everything he got and more. 

Finally, Min sagged in your hold, his Dragon form going completely slack and you slowly untangled yourself from him and let go of his neck. 

Yoongi stared at the lifeless form of his brother before he slowly began to disperse into ash. 

“I hope you find redemption, brother.” He said as the ashes carried his brother away, “I truly do.”

You stood in the throne room, bruised, sweaty and dirty but you didn’t care. As you heard the people and soldiers cheering in the city below, you were filled with relief.

It was done. 

Yoongi appeared next to you with a sombre expression and you turned your head towards him, “Why the dark expression?” 

“I don’t know… I guess I feel a little sad about my brother.” 

You nodded in understanding. As vile as Min had been, he had still been Yoongi’s brother, “I know.” 

“Yeah.” Yoongi said nothing else but he felt a smile tug on his lips when he felt your hand graze his and he grabbed it, “So...Princess.” 

You snorted, loudly, the sound taken Yoongi aback and he stared at you with wide eyes, “Princess? Don’t call me that.” 

“What was that sound? Did you make that?” 

“What?” You raised a brow at his dumbfounded expression, “Oh fuck off. Aren’t a lady allowed to snort?” 

“That was a very manly sound, Y/N.” 

You shrugged and squeezed his hand, “So what are your plans now, Dragon Lord?” 

“Well, I was hoping that you would perhaps join me in celebrating the victory.” 

“Hm.” 

“Privately, of course.” 

Jin groaned as he stretched his back, leaning against the pitchfork in his hand and he looked over the field of corn and sank his head, “Why is there so much left?” 

Then he heard horses and he looked to the road, a smile creeping up on him as he spotted two familiar figures. 

“Honey! They’re here!” He called out to his wife and let the pitchfork fall to the ground as he walked to the gate of his house, waiting to greet his friends. 

“Why are you mad?! I didn’t do anything!” He heard Yoongi yell and he didn’t have to wait long to hear your response, “And that is exactly my problem! I needed help to get up on the horse and you just stood there and did nothing!” 

“You usually don’t have a problem getting up on a horse, woman!” 

“I am pregnant, you bastard. With your child!” 

Jin simply smiled as your horses came to a halt outside of his gate. He was snickering when Yoongi came up to him, annoyed, asking him what was so funny and the Ox simply patted his friend on the back before offering you a hand to get down from your horse. 

[dokoni-mo]

Back Again, Together || Darth Vader x Reader (Chapter 4)

(A/N: have i mentioned how much I love my space husband,,, cuz writing this is only making me love him more and more,,, sorry about how long this took to come out with!! I am proud of the results tho :)) as always, tags open, inbox open, and important links below. enjoy!!!)

Masterlist Link (link to the first part of this series) : [x]

Chapter One : [x]

Chapter Two : [x]

Chapter Three : [x]

WARNINGS: cursing, anger, crowdspeaking, some angst, indirect mentions of death, some fluff, some slight nsfw elements, otherwise none!

Key: (F/N) = first name, (L/N) = last name

Word Count: ~5700

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To say that you and him turned heads was an understatement would have been a lie. 

You and Vader turned everyone's head.

In fact, a large amount of the people had gathered around about 100 feet away from your landing site just to get a glimpse of the two of you. It was kind of awkward to have so many eyes on you, but you tried to pay them no mind. Even so, the feeling of their gazes upon you made your skin crawl. 

You could only imagine how Vader must have felt. Surely people were staring at him far more than they were staring at you. 

Rey had helped you unload your bags off of the millennium falcon and transfer them into a small cargo speeder, manned by a Twi'lek girl and a Rhodian male. Even if they were a good distance away from Vader, you noticed how they were practically shaking in their boots at the sight of him. And when you offered them a handshake to show your thanks, they practically ran away from you, making you look kind of dumb with your empty hand outstretched in front of you and your lips parted. 

Even though you understood why they would be scared, it still stung. It even made you a little sad. You didn’t want them to be scared of you or him. You both were just here to help…

There was no reason to be scared. 

Vee must have sensed your disheartment since he quickly walked over to you, his much taller figure dwarfing your own. Feeling his hand on your shoulder, you turned to look up at him, offering him a small smile. 

You didn’t need to say anything to him. The two of you had been together for a long enough time to just be able to read one another. 

It was a blessing. 

Once Rey was done talking to a few other rebels, she made her way over to the two of you with BB-8 at her heels, her presence grabbing your attention. 

“I’m sorry about the crowd,” she said, “I… I wasn’t quite expecting this.” 

“It's fine.” you said, crossing your arms over your chest, “I kinds thought something like this would happen…” 

A moment of awkward silence falling between the three of you, your gaze dropped to the crowd over yonder. You could see a handful of the other rebels whispering amongst themselves at the sight of you and Vader. 

It made your lips tighten into a firm line. It reminded you of long, long ago, back on the Super Star Destroyer....

Memories. 

The sound of your love’s voice beside you pulled you back to reality, the bass in his voice comforting you as he spoke. 

“I sense their fear.” he said, his head tilting as he spoke to Rey, “Do they know of our purpose here?” 

You noticed how Rey didn’t stiffen as much as she responded to your love. She must be getting more comfortable…

It made you smile. Rey was a lovely girl.

“Erm, not exactly.” she said, “They knew you were coming, but they don’t know why yet. But, don’t worry, they’ll know eventually.” 

Rey smiled softly at the both of you, making a pause in the middle of her speech. 

“There’s a few people who wanted to see you first.” 

You raised your eyebrows in confusion and looked up at Vee, earning a look from him back. After seeing Rey leave with BB-8 in your peripheral, your attention was turned to the parting sea of rebels. Out of the two halves of people came something that you were not at all expecting. 

A R2 series astromech painted blue and white wheeling itself full speed at the two of you.

You were perplexed and looked up at Vader again. You noticed how his gaze was focused on the droid, unwavering and unmoving. 

You didn’t need to force to read him. 

He was in awe. It was as if he was seeing a ghost, or some kind of dream. 

A small smile painted your lips as you spoke. 

“Do you recognize that droid, dear?”

It took him a moment to respond.

“Yes… I do.” 

The droid eventually was able to wheel itself up to the pair of you, it's wheels skirting to a stop before the pair of you. The blue droid beeped happily and excitedly as it rocked itself back and forth, earning a giggle from you. Looking down at the droid, you watched as Vader leaned down in front of the droid, placing one of his large, gloved hands upon its surface. 

You felt like crying, but wasn’t sure why. 

The way Vader was so gentle with this droid…

The way he looked at it like it was but a dream…

You could tell he was overjoyed to see this old, old droid again. 

After another long flurry of beeps from the droid, you heard your love speak, a hint of wonder in his deep voice. 

“I missed you as well, R2.” 

R2. You’ve heard that name before. Your lips parted as the realization hit you like a ton of bricks. 

Vader had told you long ago of the stories of how he fought in the Clone Wars, of how he was the best pilot in the galaxy…

And how he wouldn’t have been able to reach that status without the help of one trust astromech. 

You couldn’t hold back the smile on your face. 

Another flurry of beeps coming out of the droid, you watched as it swiveled it's head to face you, making you stiffen in surprise a bit. 

In response to R2, Vader returned to his standing position and placed a large hand on the small of your back, presenting you proudly to the droid before the pair of you. 

“This is (F/N), R2. She is my love.” 

Smiling down at the droid, you knelt in front of it to get closer to it’s height, placing one of your soft, gentle hands upon its body. 

“It’s nice to meet you, R2-D2. I’ve heard a lot about you.” you said. 

Another string of happy beeps coming out of the droid, you stood back up to your original position. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw what appeared to be a human shuffle quickly over to you, your love, and R2. Upon picking your gaze up and giving the figure a further inspection, you noticed how the outside of it was almost completely gold. 

Another droid. 

You were thankful this one spoke basic, however. No matter how many droids you repaired, you could never quite get how to understand them. 

“Oh, I am so terribly sorry about my friend here.” the droid said, referring to R2-D2, “I just simply could not get him to slow down.” 

You opened your mouth to say something, but the droid cut you off, beginning to go on a long tangent of nagging R2. Getting lost in his rambles, you looked up to Vee, noticing how his attention was on the golden droid. 

You felt that he remembered this other droid. Perhaps this one was more deep-rooted in his memory, but you weren’t sure. 

But, you were sure that you were glad that Vee eventually cut the droid off from it's babbles. 

“It is good to see you too, Threepio.” your love rumbled. 

Threepio…

This must be the droid that Vee had made when he was a boy…

To help his mom. 

...

You wondered if Vader saw his mother when he looked at Threepio. 

Despite the droid having no facial movement capabilities, it looked quite surprised that your love could call him by name and was glad to see him. 

“Oh, my, erm, it’s… thank you, erm, Lord Vader.” Threepio responded. 

You noticed how your love’s fingers twitched at how C-3P0 addressed him. He must not recognize Vader, or remember who he once was…

You wondered if you could change that. 

The droid turning its attention to you, you were snapped out of your pondering trance. 

“Oh, how rude of me. Hello ma’am, I am C-3P0, Human-Cyborg Relations.” the droid said, gesturing with it's stiff arms, “And who might you be?” 

“O-Oh, I’m-” you began to say, but were immediately cut off by a somewhat familiar voice. 

“That’s (F/N), Threepio. I told you she was coming with him today.” 

A shiver ran down you back at the voice. You recognized it, but it was still somewhat fuzzy to you. Looking up to find the source, your lips parted in shock as you saw who it was. 

She was a much older woman now, but still oh so vibrant and strong. Her hair was pulled back in an intricate yet simple braid, and her lips were in a small smile as he gazed at you and your love, her dark eyes crinkled in delight. Her dress flowed with her beautifully, and her overcoat just wrapped her up in a strong package. 

You couldn’t believe your eyes. 

You thought you would never see her again, especially after Endor…

Leia. 

You felt like crying again, but quickly decided against it when you heard your love’s voice again. It was much quieter than his usual tone, and laced with something you couldn’t quite place. But, all the same, it filled you with raw, utter joy. 

“Leia…” was all he said, the face of his mask pointed strictly at her. 

Stepping forward a few more steps, Leia had to look up a great deal to match her father’s gaze, the small smile still held firmly on her wrinkled yet beautiful face. 

“I’m glad to see you too, Dad.” she said, her tone sincere. 

You could tell Vader was besides himself.

You could tell that he was utterly speechless. 

You could tell that he was trying to be as gentle as possible as he rested one of his gloved hands on Leia’s shoulder. 

You could tell that he was trying to be impossibly gentle as he pulled her in for a tight hug. 

You felt like crying again as you watched Leia accept the hug, closing her eyes as she hugged her father back. 

But, all you could do was smile. 

“Leia, I am…” you heard your love begin to say, his voice somewhat strained in his respirator, “I owe you my deepest apologies.” 

“It’s alright,” Leia said as she pulled away from the hug, shooting up a strong, understanding look at Vader, “You’re here now. That’s all I wanted from you. What happened before can stay in the past. It’s all about what happens today.” 

You didn’t think that truer words had ever been spoken. 

It made you want to cry again. 

Giving her father one more soft smile, Leia turned her attention to you. Her smile was quite contagious; it made one appear on your face almost immediately as she started to speak. 

“I’m glad you decided to come too.” She said in a teasing tone. 

 “Hey, someone had to make sure he doesn’t fall off the wagon.” You joked, nodding your head up to Vader. 

Leia’s smile broadened, “You really haven’t aged a day.” she said, referring to your youthful appearance. 

Rey had pointed it out originally, but now that Leia had done so as well, you knew it wasn’t just some prank. You really didn’t look as if you had aged one single day since Endor. You looked exactly the same…

If this was the will of the force, you were all for it. 

“Some time away from politics does good for your health.” You joked, earning a chuckle from Leia. 

The princess then stepped forward with a soft smile, pulling you into a tight embrace of which you happily reciprocated. 

“It’s good to see you, (F/N).” she said. 

“It’s good to see you too, Leia.” you responded. 

After a brief moment, Leia pulled away again, looking from you to her father and the two droids as she spoke. 

“It’s best if we don’t keep the other’s waiting,” she said, gesturing back to the crowd of on-lookers several hundred feet behind her, “I told them not to stare but can’t order them all I guess. Come on, let’s get you settled in.” 

Watching as Leia turned and walked to one of the buildings in the distance, you looked up at your love, a smile on your face as you searched his mask. 

“So far not so bad.” you teased, opening your palm face up to him, offering for him to place his own inside. 

Taking your much smaller hand into his, you felt your heart swell. 

You were glad he wasn’t ashamed to be sweet to you around other people. 

Perhaps it was because he knew no matter what he did, these people would be far too scared of him to do anything. 

Perhaps it was because Leia told them about you and him. 

Perhaps it was luck. 

You didn’t care. 

You were just glad you were able to hold his hand. 

For if you weren’t, you wouldn’t have had the courage to follow behind Leia. 

~~~

The meeting room that Leia took you and your love to was filled to the brim with rebels. 

The only clear space in the entire room was a circle around you, Vader, and Leia, with Leia standing in front of the two of you. There was a table before her, and the soft blue light of it's map illuminated her face as well as yours, Vader’s mask, and the other faces of the other rebels. Rey was on the opposite side of the room from you, and she looked the least frightened out of all the rest. BB-8, R2-D2, and C-3P0 were nearby her, and listened intently with only a few curious beeps. The tension in the air was thick, and you could tell everyone was on edge. 

Hell, some of these poor kids looked like they were about to shit their pants. 

Poor souls. 

You felt nervous and squeezed your love’s hand. Sensing your feelings, he squeezed yours right back, doing little to comfort you as Leia began to address her army. 

“I’m sure all of you know who these two are by now,” she said, gesturing her hand behind her to you and Vader, “And I know neither of them need an introduction. But, I can tell a lot of you are scared, and I understand. But I can assure you both of them are on our side. They have agreed to help us in Luke’s place, and I believe that they can be the push we need to win this war.” 

Leia paused her speech to look back at you, making your eyes widen and your nerves fire off. 

“Would you like to say anything?” 

You felt your lips part in compilation. You did want to say something, but you weren’t sure if it was such a good idea. What if you said the wrong thing? Everyone would just hate you, more importantly him, more than they already did. You briefly thought that he should say something, but quickly decided against it. No matter what he said, they would take it the wrong way. 

Your gaze dropping, you remembered what Rey had said to you before. 

You’re a bit of a legend around the Resistance. 

You swallowed and looked up again to Leia, giving her a firm nod. 

If you were a legend, you hoped it was for good reasons. 

Giving Vee’s hand one last squeeze, you stepped forward, replacing Leia where she stood at the front of the table. Clearing your throat, you dropped your gaze briefly to contemplate what you should say. 

You were so scared. 

One wrong move, and both you and him were done for. 

Glancing back over your shoulder, you looked to your love. 

His gaze locking onto your eyes, he gave you a firm nod, placing his large hands on his belt. 

He didn’t need to speak for you to know what he meant. 

I believe in you, (F/N).

Giving him a small smile, you turned your attention back to the rebels. Their eyes were like spotlights, and it made you take a deep breath, your eyes closed as you searched for your confidence. 

Quickly finding it, you opened your eyes again, looking directly at the rebels with a firm gaze. 

You were ready. 

You had to be ready. 

For your home.

For him. 

“I, umm,” you began, “I just want to thank all of you for having us here. Especially Leia. I…”

Your gaze dropped briefly as you searched for how to phrase what you wanted to say. 

“I, umm,” you continued, “I-I know that you all must be scared. I know that you all must be really frightened. But, I can assure you that none of you have to be scared. Me and Vader are here for the same reason all of you are. To stop Emperor Palpatine, and to end the First Order. I know it may be hard to believe, but both me and him were victims to that man just as much as your ancestors were.” 

You let out a chuckle as you continued, “Hell, we are your ancestors, based on our age. But, with that being said, the force has kept us alive for a reason. And… we believe this is the reason. To fight with all of you.” 

You felt a smile creep onto your face, “So, please, don’t be frightened. We’re here to stand with you, not against you.”

You were relieved when you saw a vast majority of the rebels relax, and even more relieved when some of them began to cheer and clap. A wash of pride coming over you, you looked back to Vee with a large grin on your face, watching him give you another nod of approval. 

The ice was broken and the tension was cut.

You did it. 

Or, at least you thought you did. 

Of course, there were still a few who held onto the tension. 

Stubborn assholes.

One short-haired girl was one of these few, and made it a point to convey to you as such. 

“How can we trust you?” she asked, her voice loud enough to quiet down the other rebels. 

Turning your attention to the girl, you felt your smile fade. 

Oh no. 

With no response from you, the short-haired girl continued on, her voice laced with her fear. 

“W-With all due respects, ma’am, I just… We’ve all heard the stories of… the Empire. We all know them. How do you expect us to trust you aren’t trying to sabotage us? That you aren’t with the First Order? With Palpatine?” 

A curious murmur fell over some of the rebels.

You felt your breath hitch and palms start to sweat. 

This wouldn’t do. 

You couldn’t risk the rebels dividing themselves because of you and him. 

You had to act. 

“I promise you that we are not with the First Order nor Emperor Palpatine.” you said, your tone firm, “We didn’t even know about the First Order or Palpatine’s return until recently. If you don’t trust me, then ask Miss Rey or Leia. Surely their judgements would mean more to you.” 

The short haired girl swallowed before talking again. It made your nerves fire off. 

Keep calm. 

 “I do trust them, ma’am, it’s just…” 

“There’s no reason to be scared, miss.” You said, your tone sympathetic. 

The girl stiffened. 

You felt your jaw clench.

“It’s… It’s not you who we’re scared of, ma’am. It's not you we don’t trust…” 

Silence. 

Utter, raw, silence. 

Your brow was furrowed in confusion, but you were quick to relax it as the realization set in. 

If she didn’t mean you, then…

She meant him. 

How…

Dare she. 

You felt your fist clench as your blood began to boil. You had to stiffen your jaw to hold back your words. 

How dare she think so little of your love. 

He wasn’t the monster everyone made him out to be. 

Why couldn’t they see that?

It made you so…

Angry. 

And her words must have hurt Vee to some degree…

How dare she. 

He was a person too. 

He has feelings and a heart too. 

How dare she think otherwise.

You opened your mouth to say something, but were quickly cut off by a familiar hand on your shoulder. Shooting your gaze up to its source, you were met with the familiar sight of the mask of your love. 

You felt all your anger fade away as you looked into the eyes of his mask, your muscles loosening. 

Reflecting back, you almost felt bad for getting angry. 

It was hard for you to remember what Vader had done while in the Empire sometimes....

A renewed sense of calm, you took a deep breath with your eyes closed. Opening your eyes again, you addressed the girl with a firm yet gentle tone. 

“Look, I know my husband has done some… unforgivable things, but so have all of us. We all make mistakes because we’re people, and so is he. And what do we want most when we do something unforgivable? A second chance.” 

Cue another murmur from the rebels. 

“I know that some of you won’t like us regardless, but please just try to give him a chance to prove himself. We’re all here for the same reason, and this doesn’t exclude anyone in this room. I’m not asking for you to forgive my husband’s actions. I’m asking you to see him for who he is now.” 

You paused for a moment, reaching down and intertwining your fingers with Vader’s. 

“There’s a reason I fell in love with him. It wasn’t based on fear or intimidation. It was because I was able to see the person he truly was. The person behind the mask, behind the shackles of the Empire. I hope all of you can do the same.” 

A long moment of silence hung over the air. 

You felt a lump starting to form in your throat. 

Did you say too much? Did you not say the right thing? 

You were scared you pushed the rebels away further. 

Did you? 

You were met with your answer with a statement from a caramel-skinned man, pushing his way to the front of the crowd. 

“We’re honored to have you here ma’am. Both of you. Welcome to the Resistance.” 

You couldn’t hide your smile at the sound of the rebel’s cheers, as well as the feeling of Vader’s thumb rubbing the back of your knuckles. 

~~~

You didn’t realize just how long that meeting was until you stepped out of that room. 

It was now nighttime on Ajan Kloss, and a cool breeze enveloped the rebel base. The wind made your hair flutter, as well as the fabric of your love’s cape. 

You were exhausted. You wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and go to sleep for the rest of time. Leia had assigned a young twi'lek boy to lead you and Vader to your quarters, and you were following him hand-in-hand with Vader, eager to put on your pajamas and go to sleep. 

However, someone else had other plans for you. 

“Excuse me, ma’am.” you heard a voice call from behind you. 

You assumed it wasn’t for you and continued on.

Padding along peacefully, you weren’t expecting to feel the feeling of a foreign hand on your shoulder, stopping you in your tracks. Turning to face it’s owner, you were met with a somewhat familiar face staring back at you. 

It was the caramel-skinned man from before, and his dark eyes were boring right into your soul. 

“Yeah?” you asked the man, trying your best not to sound as tired as you felt. 

“I’m sorry to bother you so late ma’am, but could I speak to you real fast? I promise it’ll only take a moment.” the man said. 

You felt your lips part. You really didn’t want to talk to him, but he just looked so…

Hopeful. 

You decided you would hear him out.

Turning to your lover, you noticed how he was staring expectedly at you, waiting for you to come along to bed with him. 

He looked so peeved. You shot him a small smile. 

“Go ahead of me, Vee,” you said, “I’ll be there in a moment.” 

Even though he was still peeved, Vader gave you a firm nod before turning and continuing to follow the escort. 

Watching him go for a moment, you eventually turned back to the man who had stopped you, crossing your arms over your chest.

“What’s on your mind?” you asked him, a small, friendly smile on your face. 

“Thank you for stopping,” he said, holding out his hand for you to shake, “I’m Poe. Poe Dameron. It’s… It’s very nice to finally meet you, ma’am.” 

Eyeing his hand for a moment, you gingerly clasped your hand around Poe’s, giving it a firm shake. 

“It’s nice to meet you too, Poe Dameron.” you responded, “Please, call me (F/N). I… I should be thanking you for earlier. I really thought I had lost everyone back there.” 

“No, I should be thanking you.” Poe retorted, a small smile on his handsome face. 

“Thanking me?” you chuckled, “Why?”

Poe’s gaze dropped for a moment as he licked his bottom lip, “Y-You see, my boyfriend… He used to be a stormtrooper for the First Order. A lot of people didn’t trust him at first because of it, so I really related to what you said about your husband back there. It just… It just means a lot, to see someone sticking up for their person like that. So, thanks. Thank you, ma’am. Thank you so much for being here, and um… yeah.”

You felt your eyes soften at the man before you. What you said really must have touched him, and you felt grateful for that. 

Hell, you were grateful that someone could relate to you, even just a little bit. 

You smiled, “Don’t mention it. You’re a good guy, Poe. Your boyfriend is a lucky man.” 

Poe gave you a smile in return, mumbling out a quiet thanks. 

Giving Poe one last look, you began to turn on your heel to leave. 

“I’ll see you around then, P-”

“W-Wait.” 

You were a bit surprised that Poe wasn’t done with you, but turned back to face him anyway, re-crossing your arms across your chest. 

“I have..” Poe began, “I’m… I’m curious about something.” 

Curious? You definitely weren’t expecting that. 

“Yeah?” you said. 

“How do you, um…” Poe stammered out, shifting his weight and rubbing his chin nervously. 

You raised a brow, “How do I what?” 

“How do, umm… how do you and, um, him, um…” 

You raised your brow higher, “Go on…” 

“Y-You know.” he stammered out, “How do you, umm…” 

Poe lifted up both of his hands. You watched confusedly as he formed one of his hands into an O, and fixed the other so that just his pointer finger was extended. Your brow furrowed deeper as he made eye contact with you, sticking his pointer finger through the O with a sheepish look on his face. 

Both of your eyebrows raised as you connected the dots. 

You were…

Flabbergasted. 

Should you have been offended? Maybe. 

You just found the situation far too funny and Poe far too cute to be mad. 

You shifted your weight in amusement, a goofy smile enveloping your features.

“You're asking me how me and my husband make love?” you finished for him, a giggle rising in your throat.

You noticed how Poe’s cheeks stained pink. 

“I-I mean, it’s just that I know he’s mostly metal a-and injured and can’t come out of the suit and I just-”

Your giggle cut off Poe’s babbles. 

This was just too darn cute to be mad at. 

You smiled broadly at him, “Well, let’s just say…”

Your gaze dropped momentarily as you thought of what to say. 

A smile on our face, you looked Poe dead in the eyes as you continued.

“I’ve made a lot of prosthetics in my lifetime.” 

You held back another laugh as you saw Poe’s face fall. Reaching out to him, you gave him a firm pat on the shoulder before you left. 

“Stay strong out there, Poe Dameron.” you finished, walking off with a smile on your face. 

Poe had a little trouble falling asleep that night. 

~~~

Upon your entrance to your quarters, you were relieved to see three things as you kicked off your boots: a meditation pod, a bacta tank, and him. 

You could tell that he was waiting quite impatiently for you, since he was watching the door intently from his seated position upon the bed, his cape scraping the floor. 

You hadn’t even left for that long, and he made it seem like you were gone for years. 

You loved him so much. 

A smile on your face, you walked over to him and planted a quick kiss upon his armored head. 

“Hey Vee.” you said, walking over to the end of the bed, opening the luggage the escort had helped you bring in. 

“What did that boy wish to converse with you about, darling?” Vader asked you, the face of his mask pointed at you. 

You giggled at his word choice, “That boy just wanted to meet me officially, dear.” 

A half lie, but you didn’t want to explain how you might have traumatized Poe to your love. As much as you loved Vader, he was never really one for jokes. 

You heard a grumble come from your lover as you pulled out your pajamas from your bags, making you giggle again. 

“Don’t tell me you're jealous, Vee.” you teased, pulling your shirt up over your head. 

He scoffed, “I do not get jealous.” 

“Sure you don’t.” you teased again, kicking off your pants and socks. 

Now in nothing but your underwear, you began to pull your pajamas onto your body, noticing in your peripheral how intently Vee was gazing upon you. 

You decided you wouldn’t let him get away with it. 

“You’re staring, love.” you again teased, pulling your pajama shirt over your head and onto your torso. 

“I am aware.” 

Breathing out a giggle, you passed your feet over to the full-length mirror whilst pulling your pajama shorts up your legs, stopping a few feet in front of it. Staring at your reflection, you began to comb through your hair with your fingers, feeling the pressure of the day slowly starting to come off of you. 

After a long bout of silence, you heard the bed creak from across the room, signaling that your love had stood up. Continuing to gaze at your reflection, you heard the familiar sound of Vader’s bootsteps draw closer to you, making a small smile appear on your face. Seeing him in the mirror, you watched as Vader slowly wrapped his strong arms around your waist from behind, pulling you close to his large chest. Your small smile broadening, you rested your arms on top of your love’s, looking at him with soft eyes in the mirror. 

The sound of his respirator so close to you, you felt all your residual stress slowly start to fade away into nothing. You were so, so soothed by Vader…

You hoped you were the same for him. 

He was the one to break the silence between the two of you. 

“Do you see how beautiful you are, my dear?” His deep voice asked you, the face of his mask pointed at the reflection of your own in the mirror. 

You breathed out a smile, “Only if you see how handsome you are, Vee.” 

A rumble of pleasure was all you got from him. 

That was all you needed. 

You felt his arms move so that his large, leather-wrapped hands were firmly around your sides, his thumbs rubbing small circles into the fabric of your shirt. 

You hoped he didn’t notice the blush on your cheeks. 

Even after all these years, he still made you feel like a little love-struck schoolgirl at times. 

“Darling.” he said. 

“Yes, love?” you asked. 

“Did you mean what you said earlier?” 

Your brow furrowed slightly. You said a lot of things earlier…

“About what, dear?” you asked again, requesting that he elaborated. 

“Earlier, you referred to me as your husband. Do you really see me as such?” 

Your lips parted in surprise. Shifting yourself in Vader’s grasp, you turned yourself such that you were facing him, your hands draped against the large expanse of his chest. 

“Of course I do, Vee.” you said quietly but surely, “Of course I do. Do you not see me as your wife?” 

“I do.” he responded quickly, reaching up one of his hands to smooth your hair then cradle your cheek, “I was not certain you saw me as such.” 

“Ani, we’ve been together for decades.” you said, leaning into his touch, “I think it’s safe to say we’re not just dating anymore.” 

Another rumble from him. His version of a laugh, you assumed. 

“I know we were never officially married…” you began, your gaze dropping briefly as you traced circles onto his chest, “And it may be too late now, but maybe it would be nice to do so sometime, like, after all of this is over... “ 

You shrugged, “Just a thought.” 

He pushed a lock of your hair out of your face. 

Maker above, you were the most beautiful, angelic person Vader had ever seen. 

There was not one single doubt in his mind that he didn’t love you. 

He loved you more than anyone or anything in the entire history of the galaxy. 

“Perhaps that would be nice.” he rumbled out, returning his hand to your cheek. 

You smiled warmly up at him, your eyes twinkling in the dim light of the quarters. 

You loved him. 

You loved him so, so much. 

Your husband… 

You couldn’t have asked the galaxy to give you someone better. 

Leaning up on your tip-toes, you pressed a soft kiss to the mouthpiece of his mask, feeling his grip on your sides tighten. 

Your small frame bounced as you returned to your normal standing position. 

“Perhaps it would.”

~~~

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[the-awkward-outlaw]

Can you do another version of that blog some other anon sent of Arthur as Fenton but with smut or whatever you said?

I was hoping someone would request this! It turned out a lot dirtier than I planned (oops). 

(I picked this picture cuz I wanna attack that neck).

Warnings: smut obviously. Do I need to add this? 

Read part 1 here

Arthur wishes he could find you again. Although you interacted for a few brief moments in the Rhodes Saloon, there’d been an unquestionable spark. He silently curses Hosea, which he rarely does, for making him play the part of a mute brute. He sits on the train station steps, wondering where you are now. He’d asked around town to see if anyone knew you, but no one did. He wondered if he’d imagined you, but he couldn’t have. He wasn’t that creative nor did he think he was that desperate for affection. 

He remembers the way your hand felt when his brushed yours. Your skin was soft, smooth, warm. He remembers the way your voice sounds, the way your eyes glittered, holding a secret intelligence. He hangs his head, realizing this will be the only encounter with you he’ll ever have. 

Later that night, he’s in Rhodes again. As the sun begins to dip beneath the trees, he returns a doctor’s wagon to him. The poor man’s wagon had been stolen from some Lemoyne Raiders who were angry about a black man being wealthier and more intelligent than they were. He’d happily killed the Raiders and felt good about returning the doctor’s wagon to him. As the doctor waves to him and drives off, Arthur glances over to the saloon. His eyes must be deceiving him. You’re standing nearly on the stairs of the saloon, looking inside as though afraid more Raiders are there and prepared to shoot the place up again. He walks slowly towards you, his eyes never leaving you for fear you might disappear. 

You look over to him suddenly and your furrowed brows lift up in recognition and you smile, making his heart jump. “Fenton, right? Do you know what happened to this place? Oh, sorry, I forgot. Your brother told me you can’t speak.” As he walks closer to you, you start fumbling with your hands. Then you look up at him and smile again as he stops only feet from you. “You’re not an idiot, are you?” you say.

He can’t help but smile and hide his eyes beneath his hat. “Afraid I ain’t, ma’am. My friend and I was just in there tryin’ to get rid of some moonshine we stumbled across.” 

“I know,” you say, putting your hands on your hips. “Knew you were acting, anyways. After all, you didn’t even have your pipe lit.” 

He blinks and then chuckles. “Well, I hope you was the only one who noticed.”

You walk up to him and stare into his eyes. God, why do yours have to be so beautiful? He could stare into them and happily be lost for a hundred years. “So is Fenton your real name? Or do you just use that for the stage?” 

He smiles again. “Name’s Arthur. Arthur Morgan. And you?” 

“Y/N.” You look around suddenly as though just now becoming aware of the setting sun. “Say, Arthur, would you care to take a walk with me? Saloon’s still closed from that stunt you and your friend pulled a couple nights back. I came here to get away from my charming friend, who you met. She’s driving me crazy. Thought I’d get some drinks but, well, like I said. Saloon’s closed.” 

“Well, I got a few bottles of liquor on me,” he says. “Sure, I’ll walk with ya.” 

You impress him when you wrap your arm around his and walk off down the street. As you two meander, you compliment his exchange in hats. “That straw one would have looked silly on any person,” you say.  He blushes again. He’s never fallen for anyone so quickly, but he’s already finding himself staring at your lips. He wonders if they’re as soft and warm as the rest of your skin. 

You walk towards the trees on the other side of the tracks to get a better view of the sunset. Once in the cover of some oaks, Arthur pulls out a few bottles of alcohol and you impress him again by taking a bottle of whiskey and taking a hard chug from it. He shouldn’t be, of course, he’s been sent under the table by Karen in drinking games. Still, he wonders if there isn’t a single thing you could do that he wouldn’t find impressive. 

He has no idea that you’ve fallen for him just as quickly. From the moment you saw him, you thought he was attractive and as you told him, you knew instantly he wasn’t a mute or an idiot. You’ve known people who lacked the ability to speak and many of them held their mouths in certain ways. He lacked that movement which told you instantly he could speak. Not only that, his eyes told you he’d seen and witnessed many things. It didn’t help that he was incredibly handsome and big. Lord, there was no denying he was big. You can’t help but slide a hand up his arm and to his shoulder just to see if it feels as firm as it looks. In fact, your imagination doesn’t do him justice. He blushes when you touch his shoulder and you notice the two little scars hidden in the stubble on his chin. Your eyes travel up to his lips.

A few drinks later and you’re struggling to keep a hold of yourself. You and Arthur have talked quite a bit under the shade of the trees and the sun’s long gone by this point. You’ve told him about your life, why you’re down here with your annoying and stuck-up friend. Arthur tells you a lot about himself (though not about his gang) and divulges a bit more about the events that led to your first meeting. 

You’ve forgotten how handsy you get when even just slightly drunk. Arthur takes off his hat for a moment and before you can stop yourself, you reach over and brush your hands through his hair. He stiffens to your touch and looks over at you. His look makes you quickly withdraw your hand. Shit, you’ve really screwed up. “Sorry,” you say, blushing. “I don’t know why I did that.” 

Without warning, his lips are on yours. It’s your turn to stiffen up, but it’s a pleasant surprise. His lips are rough but warm against yours. Your arms wind up around his neck and his loop behind your back as he pulls you deeper into the kiss. Your tongue flits out to explore his lips and his meets yours. The kiss suddenly becomes more fierce and you’re breathing heavy. It’s at that moment you feel something poking into your right hip. The realization of what it is makes you pull away. 

“Sorry,” he says, unwinding his arms and taking a step back, clearly embarrassed about his reaction as he angles himself so you can’t see. “Please don’t think I wanna take advantage of ya.” 

Your blood is rushing now and there’s a pleasant heat radiating down between your legs. God, it’s been a long time since you were with another man and the last guy was definitely not as handsome or as considerate as Arthur is. Before he can start over-thinking what’s just happened, you reach over and begin unbuttoning his shirt. “Maybe I want you to,” you say, your eyes staring hard into his. 

He blushes again as you push his shirt away, exposing his chest. He’s hairy in just the right places and you run your fingers through the strands on his chest. His hands settle on your hips and he gently pushes you against the tree. You lean forward and kiss him again, trying to tell him you want to go even further. He kisses you back and then your hands glide down to grab his stiff cock through his pants. He hisses and his lips leave yours and go to your neck. He starts brushing a sweet spot on your neck, making you close your eyes and sigh pleasantly. 

Arthur’s hands leave your hips and go to the front of your jeans, unbuttoning them. He puts one hand back on your hip, planting you to the tree. His other hand goes under your fabric and into your slit, toying with you. Your hips thrust out slightly, giving him a better angle as you gasp. He’s taken you by surprise. None of the men you slept with before bothered with foreplay like this. He circles your clit slowly but firmly as his lips and tongue brush your neck. His fingers leave your clit and go to your entrance, pushing gently into it and making you groan. 

“Arthur,” you say breathily. His fingers begin to curl and push in and out of you. God, he’s already getting you close to breaking and you two have only begun. You gasp his name again, your shaking fingers going back to his pants. You unbutton his and grab his length, making him growl against your neck. His lips come back to yours as you begin to pump his cock. He’s big in your grip and certainly long. As you trace a thumb over his sensitive tip, his hand suddenly pulls out of your slit. He pulls himself out of your grip just long enough to pull down your pants and then he plants himself against you again, even closer than before. 

“God, darlin’,” he groans against your lips. “Had no idea anyone could make me feel like this.” He grabs your leg and lifts it up to wrap around his hips. You thrust your hips out. His cock finds your slit and he guides it over your clit and then to your entrance. You wince a little as he pushes himself into you, but he feels good. His length spreads your walls and then he’s buried to the hilt into you. You kiss him hard again, your legs trembling. One of his hands leaves your back and he fondles your breast through your shirt.

“God,” you say, tipping your head back, giving him the opportunity to kiss the front of your neck, which he does. “Almost… a shame…” you say as he begins thrusting up and down into you, “we can’t… be… completely naked.” You begin panting with his thrusts. He chuckles at your words. 

“Surprised you even wanna see that much of me,” he says. You look down at his chest and then further down to see him pushing himself in and out of you. 

“I wanna see it all,” you say, your hands brushing through his chest hair again. However, both of you know that neither of you can get fully exposed. Not out here. Not when you’re already risking getting caught by some stranger. 

“Trust me, I wanna see you too,” he says, squeezing your breast again through your shirt. His hand glides back down to your slit and begins brushing your clit again as his length continues pumping into you. He angles your hips closer to his and goes even deeper, rubbing your spot. You groan again as he continues touching you in all the right places. Something begins to build up quite quickly in your hips, a kind of hot bubble. 

“Oh God, I’m gonna… I’m gonna… “ you whimper. He smiles against your neck and stimulates you again and again, inflating the bubble further. Without warning, the bubble grows and then bursts, spreading a hot sensation throughout your entire body, making your hands latch onto his back and your toes curl in your shoes. 

No man has ever made you orgasm before. They’ve all been too busy chasing their own release to care about yours. You’ve had to take care of yourself each time in your past. One time, you slept with a guy and he tried making you feel bad for touching yourself right after having sex with him. This experience with Arthur tops them all. You groan his name as you begin to come down from your high. 

Arthur chuckles and then he begins pumping even harder into you. You lean over to him and kiss the pulse point on his neck. Your hands wind up into his hair and you give his locks a slight tug. His hands grip you harder and then he gives one big pump and you feel him lose himself inside of you. Once he’s done spilling his seed into your core, he gives two more small thrusts and then slowly pulls out, lowering your leg slowly. 

He looks at you and his cheeks are pink. You kiss him softly on the lips and then you help him tuck himself back into his jeans. He rebuttons your jeans for you and then he closes his shirt. You smile up at him, fanning yourself with your hand. 

“Well, darlin’, is there a place I can call on you again?” he asks. “I’d like to… well, do more with ya than just that.” He blushes. God, he’s cute. 

“You better see me again after what you just did to me,” you smile and tell him where you’re staying for now. He adjusts his hat on his head and then leans forward and kisses you again. 

“I look forward to seein’ you again, miss.” 

[theyungrose]

Be Good ( Roman Reigns X OC)

Chapter 3 

Spite.

I had reverted to tearing our pictures down from the walls, my sanity reduced to screams in the dead of night. I cursed his name to the heavens and back, wished the worst of events, and yet I still didn’t feel any better. 

I was broken.

Never in my life had I felt such pain, 24 hours in a day. I woke up in the morning and felt nothing in my soul, no happiness, no purpose, no love. I moved through the day lifelessly; of course he hadn’t thought anything of telling our close friends and his family that we were breaking our engagement, leaving me to answer all the questions they only ever save for the girlfriend. 

Yes, I was okay.

(No I wasn’t.)

It was mutual, we just kinda fell apart I guess.

(Really?) 

And then they say “Well I bet he misses you just as much as you miss him right now.” 

I sincerely doubt that. 

Anger. Rage. 

Questions. 

How could he do this to me? 

To us? 

What, you court me for nearly a year and a half; not counting the two years we were friends. I met your mother, your father who never meets “any of the girls you bring around”; his words not mine. We traveled everywhere together, we bought each other things we hadn’t even bought for ourselves first. When my brother died, when you got sick, when there was no one else in the world for us to count on, you told me we had each other. Always. For what? For you to wake up one day, turn on your side and decide you don’t want to be with me anymore? That it just wasn’t going to work?  

For a month your child lived inside my stomach. 

Does that not matter to you? 

Emptiness. 

What was I to do with my life now? The past two years were the best of my life, and now I was expected just move along as if they never existed. As if we never existed. 

That’s enough to drive any woman mad. 

I had to get away. 

The cold Denver air greeted me warmly as I stepped through the sliding doors of the airport into its little snow flurries. It was nostalgic for a second, until a loud car horn ripped me from my thoughts. Stepping out from her gray minivan was my childhood friend, Lauren. You could tell she didn’t like the cold from the way she kept the driver’s door open and stayed close to it, clutching her hoodie tight around her arms. 

Oh yeah and she said this.

“Girl get in this car I’m losing heat ‘cuz of you!” 

I snickered rushing over to her ride with my suitcases rolling loudly behind me.

“Daydreaming and shit.... aye aye aye what’s all this?”

Lauren motioned to my stuff with a certain... well stank, look on her face. 

“I ain’t say you could stay with me.” 

I was getting too cold to respond to her, and being that I was putting the bags in the trunk by myself, I chose to ignore her for the time being. 

“Relax creature I bought myself a hotel for the night, that’s where you’re driving me first before you drag me to that barn you live in.” 

Lauren scoffed and slammed the trunk closed, nearly cutting off my fingers in the process.

“Whatever hoe, I ain’t miss ya ass anyways.” 

The ride through the city was much calmer; we talked as actual friends do about her life down here, old memories, bullies who got fat, shy girls who have babies, and all the other drama I’d missed out on. Thankfully, she didn’t seem too interested of why I had suddenly left my dream and sunny Florida weather to come back to Denver, but I had a feeling somehow she already knew. 

“Aaliyah... you sure this is your hotel girl?”

“What you mean?” 

“It’s $50 valet parking child! The Marriott don’t got them prices.” 

I laughed motioning for her to pull into the grandeur driveway where a valet man was waiting. 

“Do you need help bringing your stuff in?”

“No I think I’m fine it’s only two suitcases.” 

The valet went to speak but Lauren poked my arm roughly to get my attention first.

“Girl for $50 you better tell that man to bring in your bags on his head.” 

“Lauren stop being extra. I don’t need him to help me, just bring the car around to the street so you don’t have to pay the $55 sitting fee.” 

*******

Lauren’s family greeted me with hugs, hospitality, and a beautifully home-cooked dinner; and when everyone went up to their rooms to sleep, Lauren blessed me with a much needed guilty indulgence. 

If you never forget how to ride a bicycle, then you never forget how to smoke weed either.

“Are you freezing yet?” 

I watched her through the large puff of smoke I exhaled, giggling to herself near the corner. I snickered too and shook my head, motioning for her to take the blunt from me. Our hands sparked electricity when they touched and we both laughed so loud someone upstairs turned on their light. 

“Oh, my mom and my sister said you’re really pretty.”

My cheeks were flushed red as I leaned my head back against the fence. The weed had me lost in the galaxy of stars above me, so far yet they seemed so close. It felt like my eyes were stars themselves.

“Awwe, tell her I said thank you... and thank your whole family for being so nice to me. Oh and tell them they cooking is the bomb...” 

Lauren was almost red herself with laughter as she passed the blunt back to me. It was so nice to know that she had a pretty smile, I never saw her smile once when we were kids. Always... serious. 

“You know... I wasn’t going to say anything but... I really expected you to ask bro.”

Lauren looked up from her phone completely clueless. A face of total innocence and hopeless oblivion. 

“Ask you what?” 

“About why I came to visit you... you know all of a sudden? I was with my fiancee and we broke off our engagement last week and I thought you would ask me about it.. but I guess you didn’t know.”

“No I knew.” 

I scoffed shaking my head as I crushed the dead paper into the grass.

“And you didn’t ask?”

Lauren shook her head as she stood up and walked towards the cooler sitting a few feet away from us. 

“It’s not my business to ask. I knew about your break up with Roman Reigns, I watch y’all wrestle together on Monday Night Raw; that’s the only reason my mom let a stranger come up in here because I told her you were famous.” 

She sat down beside me on the grass and placed a water bottle between my feet. 

“But despite all that, what happened between you and your man is none of my business to ask. For all I care you came up here because you suddenly missed my face.” 

I looked at her completely shocked. Dumbfounded. Amazed at this woman that was so conscious and compassionate of someone else’s struggles and privacy, it was so well-mannered it almost felt misplaced. So foregone from the values of this current society. 

“Well do you want to know? Like what happened? For the first time I actually don’t mind telling it.” 

“I only want to hear what matters.”

“Okay and which one is that, if I’m okay or if he took all his money with him?”

“Nope. What I want to know, is what are you going to do now?”

For a moment I kept my eyes trained on her shoulder; not thinking, just frozen in existence. Tears fell from my eyes unintentionally, but still I couldn’t speak. 

To answer that question would force me to swallow the harsh truth that this was reality; one I still hadn’t come to terms with. 

“You don’t know do you?” 

Without answering I just shook my head, and as her arms began to spread I fell weightlessly into her chest. A fit of emotion overtook me as I sobbed and trembled in her embrace, pain pierced my heart like needles yet somehow I felt comforted. It was the first time I hadn’t cried by myself in weeks. 

“It’s okay Aaliyah... it’s okay. I’m here for you love.” 

“He just left me.... left me like I was nothing. I feel so ugly. I feel worthless, like trash. I just want to know what I did wrong Lauren... what did I do that was so wrong, so terrible that one day he woke up and didn’t want me anymore? Where did all that love go? When did he stop loving me? Why did he stop loving me?”

Lauren’s arms held me a little tighter, and slowly she began to rock back and forth, like a mother would soothe the cries of her baby. 

“...What’s wrong with me?”

I felt warm supple skin touch my forehead and rest there for a while before they were replaced with her cheek. Never did I feel so comforted in the arms of another woman, she was so warm and soft. 

“There’s nothing wrong with you friend. People fall apart sometimes is the reality of it really... we never know the reason for half the things people do. I can’t imagine the pain you’re in, but Aaliyah I promise this won’t beat you. You’re stronger than this. This is just another storm.”

I sighed, hiding my face further into her chest. 

“Can I stay here the-”

“You can stay here for as long as you need to sweet pea. You’ll have a home here until your wings are no longer broken... and you’re ready to fly.”

Through my tears I found a small smile, finally returning her embrace as I wrapped my arms around her waist. Again she kissed the top of my forehead gently and sighed.

“Now let’s roll up another one.” 

Lauren Riley 

[steve0discusses]

Yugioh Season Zero: Yuugi Gets a Tomagachi Pt 1

Hey you know what? Lets look at Zero again.

For those new here, I’m also going through Yugioh Season Zero, which is not the anime we got in the States, but the anime that came before it. It’s got all sorts of issues that 90′s anime tend to have, so, consider yourself warned.

You can read my recaps of just Season Zero by clicking on this link right here.

Anyway, it’s been kind of a while since I did one of these, and part of the reason is because I need to use a fandub in order to not have subs across the bottom. And that’s normally not a problem, but as you see in the corner of this next cap here, of the villain introduced this episode, this 3-Stooges-all-stuffed-into-one-body-suit-lookin guy, who has a realllllly weird tradition he does after beating people up,

We have an uhhhhh watermark situation in the bottom right hand corner. As an artist I have a hard time releasing anything with someone else’s watermark on it, but I have literally no other options, so forgive me, Team Millennium, you will probably never see this post because we’re a very smalltime blog. You can find their dubs on Youtube.

Anyway we’re here for pocket toys.

TAMAGACHIS. It’s been a hot minute since I’ve thought about Tamagachis.

(read more under the cap)

Mine are all gone now, I think I tossed them a year after I got them, the fad was pretty strong but short. Since most people got their Tomagachis second hand, (they were just impossible to buy because they were sold out everywhere), none of us had any freakin instructions so I had no idea at all how to use them and it died like 30 times. Usually several times a day.

Honestly Tamagachi’s are both the best and absolute worst child’s toy ever made.

And so Jounouchi’s going to go off about what a Tamagachi is (Tamagatchi? Eh doesn’t matter) but first lets just address the fact that...they’re in History class.

I mean....

...It had to happen eventually.

I’m fine. Don’t worry about me. I’m fine.

I’m just...

...

I’m fine.

Anyway, lets dive into Tamagachi (tomagachi?) physics. I think I spelled Tamagachi incorrectly in all of these caps and hell will freeze over before I fix them all.

These kids are WAY to old to be playing with a freakin Tamagachi, but I dunno, maybe it was different in Japan? My older brothers were playing with like Gameboys and the odd hacky sack during this time period. And then my one brother who refused to play video games that weren’t Basketball related got super into rapping into a mixer table (he is half deaf, he was v bad). That was it, that was their portable digital hobbies.

They saw my Tamagachis and were like...no thanks.

Anyway, the Yugioh Tamagachis have a little twist to them that no Tamagachi on earth has ever had the power to do. Like maybe this seems like pretty low tech to the babies out there who don’t remember these things, but listen--Tomagachis barely functioned. I don’t think they were capable of basic math. That is the only explanation to me at least of how they died so freakin often.

WOW Yugioh. I mean guaranteed, I would have been suuuuper into this when I was 10-11 but also...kind of WEIRD right?

And I mean, no worries, this is Yugioh, so not even Yuugi’s Tamagachi is going to score, but it’s not like they won’t try. TBH, Yuugi’s Tamagachi dates more than Yugi. Yuugi’s Tamagachi goes on more dates than Yugi has in 3 seasons.

Anyway, Jounouchi get’s rightfully scolded out.

And Honda is still a freakin weirdo, something I tend to forget every time I tune into Season Zero, much like this girl, who I also completely forget is a main character on this cast. Hi, Miho.

Of course, Anzu does bring up a good point...

...maybe Spanish is NEXT period?

Headcanon restored.

Miho seems entirely inept at life, to the point that she cannot both attend school and occasionally sweep up the feces of her pocket pet. She was kept up apparently all hours of the night, gazing at a little one inch screen and pressing one of three buttons.

(Anzu’s face trying to understand Miho)

Like I joke that I think Miho could easily be the super villain of this show but this episode she just pumps up the bastard like 200%.

(this is how I ended up with 2 Tamagachi’s, before I burned out and got rid of the little assholes)

So Honda, so horny he can barely think, decides to take care of this pocket pet because he’s pretty sure he can hightail it out of the country with Miho on a romantic trip to Sydney. It sort of makes me kinda miss when Yugioh was vague.

Sensing awkward romantic stuff, Yuugi gets the hell out of there, because weird stuff is happening in this bathroom with his friend, Haiyama, and while most people would leave the bathroom stuff alone, Yuugi has never been able to leave anything alone. Especially if it’s gross and riddled with collusion.

He finds out that Haiyama is giving money to the giant 3 Stooges guy who’s name is Kujiwara (Kujirada) or something like that. I’m hella bad at names and I had to look it up like four times. I’ll get the names spelled wrong like so, so many times.

All in all, the small little Haiyama is divying up money to the current class bully and Yuugi feels a very strong affinity with Haiyama because of it.

Sorry I just had to imagine for a hot minute what the Kaibas would bring to a bake sale.

Anyway, like, this is off topic but also on topic, bear with me, so you know how in Evangelion, they show up to class, and they’re like “weird that we’re in the same class with all the kids who man the robots, weird.” and it’s like “why do they all go to this class if they’re living in completely different parts of the city? Like this one kid is covered head to toe in bandages and then this other kid is the son of the head of the robot illuminati and this other kid lives in like a tent a lot of the time? Like wtf is this weird ass class?” and then, basically near the end of Evangelion you get this reveal (spoilers for a 20 year old anime, look away) that everyone in the class has been hand selected to be put inside of giant robots and that is why so many of them are just screwball beyond reason.

I feel like Yuugi might have a little bit of an Evangelion problem, because we’ve got this class of like maybe...20 students, and they all come from completely different walks of life in this city, and they’re all just a bucket of disturbing psychosis’. Like it is just so crazy that Anzu got completely possessed by Shadi, but this class is filled with so many assholes that no one noticed until she started choking Yuugi to death in the medical ward.

I’m just saying, I think Yuugi’s class was hand selected by the government for scary ulterior robot illuminati motives, and if I were to write a Yugioh spinoff, it would still be Marik’s Boat Time, but in the background of Marik’s Boat Time, these dumb asshole children would be finally forced by the government to use their inner asshole powers to mitigate WWIII against the space aliens (or WW IV, since I figured by that point Kaiba’s already pulled a III just by accident)

Anyway back to little Haiyama, who’s name I cannot spell right to save my life.

This part was real funny to me because when Yuugi went through this similar problem at the beginning of the series, he turned to a toy (or what he thought was a toy) in the Millennium Puzzle. Maybe in his mind, he’s giving Haiyama a gift to help him make friends like the Puzzle did with Yuugi. Thing is, uh.....this Tamagachi isn’t cursed with darkness or anything, so nice try Yuuge, this is a sort of pointless offering. It is nice, though.

Anyway, cute little Haiyama patiently takes the Tomagachi and walks the other way, as far as he can possibly get away, from Yuugi Muto.

DAMN, HONDA. THE BALLS ON THIS MAN.

This note is a note Honda wrote on like a permission slip, and then handed to a dude in class, to hand directly to Honda’s Spanish teacher.

How many jokes have I made that Tristan is the Mom Friend? Wow.

Anyway, this version of Tristan is about as bad at life as Miho is, so he’s going to just peace out in his bedroom playing a pretttttty boring Tomagachi game.

It really takes like just nothing at all for these kids to skip school, wow.

Anyways, they come across a rival game shop storefront, so Yuugi can’t help himself but admire the competition. Surprise, it’s just a different color of Tamagachi.

Before I can contemplate on why this one podunk shop in Domino is selling the only digital pet that is the best in the whole wide world, this happens.

So...that happens. That just happens.

And then we get this weird, very spooky sort of stalker footage of Kujirada, being developed on this amazing set of old timey software, check this out. Please admire how much 1999 is in these next frames.

This episode is particularly weird, but the whole thing with the photo taking is just...it is SO weird.

And like sorry to do this to you, but we’ll go over the rest of it in the next update, cuz this episode had a lot of stuff and so I made just so many caps but...holy hell this episode went completely off the rails. Like this first half is a whole lot of weird stuff but then the next half is just...there’s absolutely no way to predict the next half from the first half of events. It just goes completely wild.

Like this episode further proves my theory that everyone in this class has no choice but to destroy all life with giant mechs. There’s no other way. All of Yuugi’s classmates are here to end the world. Him included. This mess of a class.

[alloveroliver]

Oliver x MC “On One Side Of The Multiverse”

Fluff; Oliver Knight

First Kiss

WC: 1,832

Ikemen Revolution Fanfic

His walls shattered for her like broken glass. The initial epicenter fissuring around his facade until the final blow, a kiss on the cheek, left him defenseless.  She noticed his natural curiosity spike the longer they spent together. His questions were becoming less cheeky and more humbly quizzical. 

When it came to him asking her out on a proper date, Alice was floored. Of course, this didn’t exactly come out of nowhere, but the actuality of the situation made her heart flutter endlessly. He stood tall next to her until she nodded wearing a massive smile on her face.

His shoulders relaxed, digging a note out of the breast pocket in his jacket. Alice took the small folded paper in her hands and watched him bid her a good night, leaving her on the steps of the black army headquarters. In her room, she would see that the little note contained the plans for their date he would arrange entirely.

To be ready by 8 pm wearing something warm, have eaten only a snack after lunch so they could partake in a full course meal together, and to be herself.

The last part made her roll her eyes with a broad smile. Oliver was never this cheesy but maybe he had some jokes up his sleeve that he’d allow her to see now that their confessions were out of the way.

The night of the date, Alice wore the warmest dress and leggings she could find. Her coat was white with flecks of silvers sewn throughout the hem. Her pulse quickened after hearing the light knock on the door. She adjusted her jacket, opening the threshold to greet Oliver in the hall.

“Hey!” She smiled up at him, grabbing her purse while he stood quietly.

“You look like a frosted snowflake.” His words held no weight of an insult.

The attire she wore was entirely too warm to be inside for much longer. She pushed herself out of the room, shutting the door behind her.

“Is that a compliment?”

“I love confections” His stoic face hinted at a smile.

Oliver’s jest perked up her lips in a sly grin. She stepped towards the front door, and he followed, catching up with her within a few broad steps.

“What do you have planned for tonight?” She inquired, unconsciously pushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to allow the events to unfold as we go along. Like a surprise.” His words were calmly executed.

Alice wondered if his tone of voice was an indicator of how nervous he was. Oliver was typically great at wearing masks to keep people out; maybe he didn’t want to allude to how flustered he was.

The outside air cooled her warm cheeks as he opened the door for her. The wind whistled through the trees, blowing particles of snow up into the air. Oliver walked ahead of her quietly, guiding her towards an odd carriage.

“What’s all this?” She gestured to the horse attached to a small sleigh.

Oliver handed the man in the driver's box a tip then turned towards Alice. The horse was decked out in winter gear and bells hanging from its straps. The driver wore a thick black coat and prepped the reins with a few tugs.

“It’s a sleigh ride. Have you never seen one before?” He smirked, knowing full well she had.

“It looks gorgeous.” She eyed the woodwork on the backboard.

Intricate details were carved into the dark cherry wood, spirals and twists littering the railing. A few flakes of snow landed in between some of the cracks, getting stuck by the whooshing wind.

Inside was a thick red seat, large enough for two people to sit comfortably. An oversized wool blanket decorated in green plaid was folded on the far side of the bench, and a thick pillow was propped up as a backrest. Oliver’s hand gently ghosted over her lower back, guiding her towards the step.

“Hurry now, young lady, I don’t want to waste any more time.” He took her palm into his, kissing the back of her knuckles gently. His eyes held a hint of mischievousness as he squeezed her fingers.

Oliver then held out that hand for her to grab if needed as she took a step into the sleigh. A deep blush settled over her features, her skin seemingly unaware of the freezing temperatures outside. Alice’s heart set a steady beat in her ears, drowning out the whistling winds.

The wood creaked under his added weight behind her while she veered towards the far side of the cushion. Once they were both seated, he tilted his head towards the driver who then gave Oliver an affirmative nod.

The horse began to walk, jarring Alice in her state of unreadiness. “Woah,” She laughed, leaning her body against Oliver for support, or desired closeness, not bothering to think on it further.

“The snow is supposed to pick up soon.” His deep smokey eyes caught hers, reaching over her lap for the wool blanket.

He didn’t seem to allow the blush on her cheeks to let up of even a moment, brushing her arm when he plucked the blanket. Alice cursed her burning red ears but tried to will herself to relax. This was a date after all, and they both were vulnerable to one another, so it was ridiculous to try to hide her emotions now.

He unfolded the blanket and set it over their laps. Alice lifted the rough fabric to her chin, not realizing how cold she had gotten in the short time they spent outside. The horse-drawn sleigh took them down a scenic route around the Central Quarters under the sparkling night sky.

Oliver’s arm nudged her by accident, or so she thought until his hand rested on her knee below the covers. There went her body temperature again, almost rising to the point of throwing the blanket off completely.

“There,” He pointed with his other hand to the right of the horse. “It’s starting. It’s only supposed to snow lightly until morning. So we don’t have to worry about the roads being treacherous.”

His hand squeezed her knee when she leaned over his lap to look at the freshly falling flurries. ‘Damn him.’ She thought inwardly. Oliver used every advantage to get her closer to him, and every time she fell for it.

The driver took them straight into the path of the snowflakes, littering the cart with icy dots. They settled into her hair and rested on Oliver’s cheek.

“It’s beautiful.” She smiled, moving her hand to rest on top of his on her knee.

Oliver noticed her movement at once and twisted his hand around to catch her palm in his. She jerked her head to look at him, but the smooth-move was impressive. He grinned looking off to the side towards the wayward flurries, as his fingers gently interlocked with hers.

The clouds moved quickly in the sky, exposing the crescent moon and its gentle light. The cold night air blew the soft snow over their heads, glittering anew in the moonlight.

“This is starting to look ethereal.” She mumbled, squeezing the back of his hand.

With the silvery moonlight shining down on the white snow under the starry sky, it was almost unreal. Alice shivered unwillingly, concerning Oliver.

“Are you too cold?” He let go of her hand, wrapping his arm behind her back landing a palm on her waist. “Here, you can steal my heat.”

His chin rested atop her head holding her close. Her head leaned against his chest with a sigh. Alice felt Oliver’s muscles move into a smile, tugging the blanket further up her chin.

“Thanks,” She tried to smile, but her teeth chattered instead. “I should be fine in a moment.” Alice shrugged, moving her arm to wrap around him in a hug.

Her face slipped down, and her ear pressed just below his collarbone. The sound of his heart racing away in his chest made her eyes go wide. He seemed so cool-headed all evening, unaffected by her. Why was his heart galloping away faster than the horse that drew their carriage?

She nuzzled his chest, and Oliver let out a grumble. “Why are you rubbing on me?” He tisked, holding her firmer so she wouldn't wiggle as much.

“‘Cuz you’re warm.” She smiled, wondering if he was blushing as hard as she imagined he was.

Oliver’s warmth began transferring to her in their embrace. A different heat sprang up like a well inside her chest, and Alice couldn’t pinpoint the feeling for a moment until it clicked.

“I feel safe with you.” She blurted out once her mind reached a conclusion.

His body went stiff. “You do?” Oliver’s voice was a mix of disbelief and hope.  

Her heart ached at his tone of voice. Had no one ever told him that before? Alice lifted her head from his chest to meet his eyes, cool air cutting through the small distance between them.

“I do. I'm being honest.”

He didn’t open his mouth to argue with her, nor did his eyes waver from her gaze. His hand lifted to her cheek, encasing her skin with his warm palm. With a glint in his eye, he smiled suddenly.

“You’re blushing.” He commented, running his thumb over her cheekbone.

“Oh, Am I?” Her lips parted, revealing the feeling of his soft skin on hers.

Oliver held her face still, staring at her for a long moment in silence. He studied her features up close, all the way from her eyebrows down to the dip below her lips. His hand moved, swiping the swell of her bottom lip.

She watched a single snowflake waft between them in an airy fashion, before tossing around in a circle then gently landing in the center of her lips. Oliver’s eyes caught fire, letting out one ragged breath before ultimately pressing his mouth to hers eagerly.

The kiss wasn’t idle, his jaw worked as he kissed her passionately. Alice kept up with the movements of his lips, drinking in the moment for as long as she could. His hand calmly moved down her face to the back of her neck, holding her to him.

She couldn’t remember the last time a kiss felt this good. Never had someone made her feel so special in just a few short moments as Oliver did. He made the kiss seem like it was all for her, pouring every bit of care into each minute detail as he metaphorically swept her off her feet.

This was their first kiss to shared between them, and tonight, Oliver would make sure this wasn't the last. Stealing a kiss during dinner, and walking her back through the barracks to send her off to bed after a dizzying goodbye kiss. He left her lips with a small peck to remember him by as if it were a silent promise of more to come.

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Thank you @lonelyshepherds for the request!

OLIVER KISSES ARE MY KRYPTONITE!!!!! Also, the title refers to how I cannon this is real in some corner of the multiverse. Cuz I am sad he isn’t real... 

ML // KOFI // AO3

𝔸𝕊ℍ - 𝔸𝕝𝕝𝕆𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕆𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣

[avengersohyeah]

Trace

Part 3

Masterlist

Trace Masterlist

A/N : Just ughhh..!!!!! pert 3 everyone, took so long cuz i’m just that lazy

Dean’s POV

 I took (Y/N) to his motel to get his things, and of course of all places he has to stay in the same damned motel I left that blonde I fucked last night. ‘Shit ! hope she’s already gone…’ I thought to myself while we walked inside the motel. We stopped at the front door of his room, I watched as he unlock it. And boy, I wonder how could seeing someone unlocking a door be so interesting. The way (Y/N)’s hands twisting the key, I wonder how it felt when that hand playing with my dick. Rubbing it, twisting it like he’s twisting those key, stroke me with those soft looking hands. Grip me hard and going fast, then slow, fast again, and bring my dick to his mouth. “Shit!....” I cursed in a breathless whisper.

“Dean, are you okay ?” (Y/N) asked me, made me realised that I was just almost moan his name after the curse.

“Umm.. yeah it’s fine..i’m fine..” I’m stuttering and sure that my face is flushed right now.

“Are you sure ? because you’re kinda looks flushed, are you sick ?” He reached his hand to my forehead, out of instinct I guess. And boy, his hand are softer that I could ever imagine. “You’re kind of hot Dean…”

“Oh you don’t look to bad yourself little boy.” I countered with a smirk, testing my luck.

“Thanks… but that’s not what I mean, your forehead is warm I think you have a fever.” He chuckled a little, the sound warming my heart. He don’t know that it’s him that doing this to me, making me nervous, flustered and hot just being near him.

“Maybe, you could make it better little boy…” And I swear I said that just in my head, but seeing (Y/N)’s eyes grow wide and smile of amusement on his ridiculously beautiful face, I knew I said it out loud.

“Are you hitting on me right now ? or are you just messing with me ?” he smiled again.

“Of course I’m messing with you…” I laugh, hoping that he wouldn’t realised that I indeed tried to hit on him.

“You are one strange men Dean, dorky for sure… I like it, it means you’re not much of a jerk as what people told me.”

“Wait a minute, a jerk? What kind of things that people told you about me ?”

“Well let’s just say they’re not fond of you, so the things they said was pretty awful..” He smiled at me, and opened the door.

 Didn’t took long for him to pack, I only saw him shoving his folded clothes from the drawer into one of his bag. The other bag seemed like it’s never been touched since he arrived here, I was about to ask when he asked me if I’m ready to go back to the Bunker. And my luck decided to leave me when we steped out of the room, she called me with that fake name I gave to her.

“James ! Where were you ? I was looking for you this whole afternoon….and who is this ? why did you steped out of that room together ?” She pointed at (Y/N) who just stood there looking amussed. I reacted fastly, grabbing his shoulder and bring his body flushed to my side.

“See, umm..Brenda, I.. this is my boyfriend..” At my statement (Y/N) whipped his head to look at me. “We were fighting last night.. and I was just so mad and looking for a distraction, and then I met you.. so..”

“First of ll, my name is Britany, and second you..you fucked me with the same dick you used to fuck him ?” She’s fumming right now, and I could tell that (Y/N) is getting annoyed with her creacky screamy voice. When I’m about to reply her, he cut me.

“As a matter of fact honey, yes he did, you’re just a quick fuck for him, and that dick? Indeed the same dick that he used to fuck me. Thanks by the way for giving him a reason to come back to me after your fuck. He said he realised that nothing beats the feel of my asshole around his dick. So move, we have to go home to fuck eachother.” He said those whole thing a lot lower and hushkier, than the way he used to talk, and it sounds hot. I watched in utter amazement that not only he played along, but he also willing to talk about things that he didn’t knew I wanted to do to him. Fuck him good, sounds so hot when it came out of his mouth. He dragged me out from the motel and we hopped in to Baby.

 I didn’t start the engine right away, instead I turned to look athim, with amusement smirk plastered.

“What ?!..” he said chuckling.

“I bet that how your asshole would beat the feel of her pussy is right little boy…” And I swear he just blushed. But only a few seconds and he’s back with his playful expresion.

“Ohh, you have no idea Sir…” He wiggle his eyebrows, which makes me explodes in a laughter. He laugh with me for a moment “Seriously James ? And more you have to act as if you’re gay to get out from one night stand? Further more with me?..”

“Sorry..That’s the first thing that came out on my mind. Besides, I didn’t asked you to play along but you did. In fact you’re the one that doing all the talk for me….”

“Oh..my god..Dean winchester, I can’t belive you… not even a thank you for getting rid of her ?” He figned anoyance but failed miserably.

“Well thank you (Y/N) for getting rid of my ‘quick fuck’..” I said to him with and make airy quote gesture, referring to what he called that girl.

“You’re welcome, but next time don’t use me as an excuse please… and by the way, you knew didn’t you ?…”

“Knew about what ?..” I asked confused.

“C’mon don’t play dumb with me..! How did you know that I’m gay ?” He asked me agai, I’m in such an awe that he could read me like that. I was silent for a moment.

“Well, I kinda get the feeling after you asked if I’m hitting on you or messing with you….Also after those sex comments you said to her ?” I looked up at him hopping he wouldn’t be mad with my answer.

He scofed “Seriously ? after the sex coments ?” He made anoyed face, but somehow I can see the faintest amusement behind it.

And I decided to just give him apologetic shrug, then he chuckeled. He’s like a whole different person I met this morning, and the way his eyes shine when he smiles is priceless. Oh man, I’m in a deep shit did I ? Before I get lost further in my own head, I start the engine and drove to the Bunker.

 Normal POV

 Once they arrived, Sam was already waiting in the livingroom. He then took (Y/N) to the room he prepared earlier. He left (Y/N) to settle in his room downstair to the kitchen where he knows Dean would most likely be.

“Dean ….”

“What ?” he looked up from his plates of burgers they brought on the way home.

“You looked so happy, what’s that all about ?” There’s a teasing tone in that sentence.

“I get to have pies now, so that’s about it…”

“Come on! You know that I wouldn’t buy that right ?” And that’s how Dean told everything to him while they eat their burger. How (Y/N) just made him feeling things he never thought he could after every fucked up shit happened, and further more he feel it towards (Y/N)! a men, one that as much of a men he see as him and Sam, one that he just litteraly met that day. They were still intact with their conversation, and Dean is eating his pie when (Y/N) steped into the kitchen, and both of them jumped from their seats out of surprise.

“Jeezz..(Y/N) don’t sneak up like that! I nearly died because of heart attack years ago, how if that happens now ?” Dean said while still holding his hand to his chest.

“Who’s sneaking? You both are too caught up in your girls talk that is….” There he back with his free mouth again. Sam chuckled and (Y/N) raised an eyebrow “Something funny girafe ?”

“What ? girafe ?” Sam asked, anoyed, but amussed at the same time.

“Cuz you’re tall, get it ?” (Y/N) said as he round the table to grab his burger. “By the way, I need to show you things.”

“Things ? what things ?” Dean asked

 (Y/N) lift his bag and spilled everything on it to the table. He lifted the first thing and then explain what that is. “In this hard drive, there are all informations about The Men of Letters, supernatural creatures and how to defeat them, sigils, and things that I could find in my grandpa’s secret room. I burned them after I digitalized everything, I checked the papers, there are no watermarks, or hiden letters that would apear if you put it next  to a heat, so … yeah… I think that was the right thing to do. I don’t want anyone or anything find these informations after I left.”

Sam picked the hard drive and give (Y/N) questioning look. “You said you digitalized everything you could find, and how many things did you find actually?”

“ninety eight files, each files contained about twenty something pages of text, and some pictures… not to mentions, the table, diagram, mapping, and else…”

“And what about that ?” Dean pointed to several books that sprawled in front of (Y/N)

“I searched for the kind of language used in this books but find nothing, so I figured it’s best to bring it here. Probably there’s something that could help us in this book, but I’m not sure since I can’t read it.”

When Dean is about to take the book, Sam took it first. Dean gave him an annoyed sigh, he take some kind of blade instead. “And what about these ?”

“I honestly don’t know, I couldn’t find anything about it from the files, it’s not an angel blade but somehow it was sealed. “

“Sealed ?” Sam asked.

“Yeah look..” (Y/N) pull the blade from the seath and show them the signs covering the shaft of the blade “It’s some kind of sigils maybe, I’m not sure, but the letters are somewhat similar to one of these books has.”

And again, Dean picked up something “I gotta say, you’re fully loaded little boy” then he aimed the shotgun to (Y/N) with that teasing smirk of his.

“What can I say ?..” (Y/N) shruged innocently “These things that killed my family are still out there. And for some reason they let me live, and to find hunters like you, at least I gotta pretend like one, so the armos also work as my cover.”

“I gotta say (Y/N) I’m impressed, you’re a lot smarter and prepared than this piemania over here..” he jutted his chin towards Dean that earn him a ‘wtf’ look from the older “But these armos, looks kinda not ordinary for me..”

(Y/N) looked at Sam then Dean, “Thanks for the compliment, I’m aware of that..” Dean gave him ‘wtf’ look to “These armos were self made, silvers, melted with holy fire and the pieces were washed with holy water before it put together” This earned him an impressed yet curious look from the brothers. “What ? I’m not a rookie in supernatural business, and I’m not kidding when I said me and grandpa protected the children we raised.”

“Well, it’s getting late. How about you spill everything else you knew in the morning ?” Sam sugested to (Y/N) which he gladly accept, putting the things back to his bag.

“Thank’s Dean, Sam for agreeing to help me, and you also opened your door to me..i’m ..i’m .. thank you..” Then he turned to go back to his room. The brothers wathed him leave, and when (Y/N) is upstair Dean looked at Sam.

“I’m in a deep shit Sam, I keep on staring at his butt these whole time…”

“Well, that’s something new, you usualy just stares at something’s butt that also have boobs….” With that Sam leave Dean to get  a sleep himself.

 Dean sit a little bit longer, thingking over what he should do about (Y/N). Should he make a move? He know (Y/N) is gay anyway, but how if these things he felt towards the boy is just temporary attraction or just admiration, even worse if it’s just a pity that the boy is somewhat had gone through things like him and Sam. Whatever it is he need to find out soon, because they don’t know until when they had peaceful day before another big world threatening situation would come.

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answers to brizzy’s hp video ??

soooo brizzy posted this ‘26 UNSOLVED Harry Potter Questions! ft Tessa Netting’ video to her channel and i felt like i had to answer some of these questions lmao so here goes:

1. what power do boggarts have? i’m not sure how it goes in the books because it’s been a while since i’ve read prisoner of azkaban but in the movie, lupin said that as the dementor is in fact a boggart, it can do no real harm, but it did make harry faint. i’m not sure how it’d be for snakes/spiders/other venomous things though. maybe it can just bite you but without the venom?? anyway good question! 2. why can’t harry see thestrals after he kills quirrell with his bare hands/why doesn’t he see them in his first year since he saw his mother die? for me the movies are not canon so i’ll just take the answer from the books, in which he fainted, simple as that. for his mother; i believe jo once said you have to acknowledge the death and accept it, and baby harry was too young to register what was happening, so even though he probably saw it happen, he was too young to realise what was going on. he also didn’t see the thestrals at the end of his fourth year, even though he saw cedric die, because he was still very traumatised and didn’t accept cedric was actually dead. 3. what rights do muggle parents have? I DON’T KNOW AND I WANNA KNOW AS WELL! i also always wondered how the dursley’s sent harry’s christmas ‘gifts’ to hogwart?? like, did they use an owl?? anyway i suppose for the diagon alley thing, i think it was once stated that muggleborns are accompanied by a witch or wizard to buy all their school supplies also when brizzy talks about marrying a muggle.. hmmmm i don’t know?? imagine if you’re a person that has a lot of flings that only last for a few weeks or a couple of months, you can’t possibly tell every partner that you’re magic? lol. i suppose for families it’s different, since dudley also knew about harry. also can wizarding law prosecute muggles for talking about witches/wizards?? 4. the eleven thing most people start showing their first magical signs at the age of 5, but i think british children go to secondary school at the age of 11 so i guess hogwarts ‘chose’ that age so it tallies with muggleborns or wizards who chose to go to muggle elementary school. also maybe you’re magical skills are fully ‘grown’(??) at the age of 11? 5. to what extent do muggle governments know about the wizarding world? i genuinely think it’s just the muggle prime minister who knows about it, and if anything happens in the magical world that muggles need to be concerned of, they just bring it out without full details (like when sirius black was on the muggle news but they didn’t tell which prison he escaped from) 6. the magical government in general i think it’s just people who are important in the ministry of magic who can say ‘we want them as our new minister of magic’ and they ask that person and when they refuse (like dumbledore) they ask the second idk. good question hmmm 7. peter pettigrew i know in the movies they show peter pettigrew on the map, but as i said before, i don’t consider the movies to be canon, since harry also performed magic at his house during the summer holidays in prisoner of azkaban. so, there’s this theory that says you can’t see animagi on the map unless you know they are animagi. for instance, lupin saw peter pettigrew on the map, but harry didn’t, and neither did the twins. besides that, gryffindor tower is a TOWER. at night, all the name labels would be on top of each other, so you couldn’t possibly make out all the individual names. and i imagine the twins not knowing the name, so even if they did see it appear once in a while, they maybe just didn’t pay any attention to it. also i don’t think they used the map a lot when ron came to school, because they already knew it by heart :P 8. transfiguration the only thing i can say here is: ANIMAL ABUSE. but i think to the animal it’d be like sleeping; you’re not aware it happened, so you just wake up and suddenly maybe 10 years have passed, like tessa said :’). i’m also with brizzy that when the spell didn’t work properly is because scabbers was actually pettigrew. but also; i can’t exactly remember how this scene happened in the books :) :) what i always wondered though; in the first book mcgonagall transfigures her desk into a pig and back; what about the pig’s soul/connsciousness? does it have a baby mind, is it immediately an adult? does it even have a soul?? hmmmmm???? 9. what do wizard kids do before they get their hogwarts letter i’m not sure this was stated in the books or in an interview, but i read somewhere that a lot of wizard kids go to muggle school or are homeschooled. but i feel like a lot of wizarding children would be illiterate since it’s not obligatory ?? so the system sucks a bit, like a lot of wizarding systems do lol 10. timeturners LET’S NOT EVEN START ON TIME-TURNERS LMAO (possible cursed child spoilers here!!) on pottermore it is said that it is too dangerous to use a time-turner for more than 5 hours at once, so you couldn’t use them for all situations. it is also extremely hard to get one, because you need all these forms and blah blah, like when hermione needed one for her lessons she had to show her grades and all that, so i suppose you couldn’t just say “hey let’s kill voldemort using a time-turner” idk. also good thing they were all destroyed in order of the phoenix because I HATED THEM and then they brought them back in cursed child URGHGHGH. also i probably watched too much doctor who but if time travel isn’t done right it makes me angry, like when brizzy said; they heard the axe but it happened to be a pumpkin so wtf?? if they hadn’t used the time turner it would have suddenly been buckbeak’s head?? idk thinking about it stresses me out because it CREATES A FRIGGIN PARADOX !!!!!!! imagine you go back in time to kill voldemort, but when you are on the scene he gets killed so you don’t have to go back in time IT’S A FRIGGIN PARADOX MAKE IT STOP 11. the department of mysteries I NEED ANSWERS AS WELL I NEED A SEVEN PART BOOK SERIES ON THE DEPARTMENT OF MYSTERIES. IF NEEDED, JUST GIVE ME A BOOK PER DOOR IN THE CIRCULAR ROOM I WOULD READ THEM ALL PLSSSS I’M BEGGING YOU 12. the veil?? yess the veil wtaf. okay it’s been a while since i’ve read order of the phoenix but as far as i can remember, sirius wasn’t hit with avada kedavra but he just fell through the veil ?? i’m not entirely sure though :o so i think the veil is just a portal to the afterlife but if you decide to walk through it you’d die as well. idk that’s my theory of it. 13. what happens when a ghost goes through the veil hmmmmm good question! i can relate to what brizzy said that it’s the only way of going on to the afterlife but since the department of mysteries is supposed to be a secret ghosts don’t know about it?? or maybe it allows them to travel from one world to another. i’d like the first theory best though lol 14. why doesn’t harry talk to sirius through the mirror believe me i’ve been asking myself the same question for YEARS. this still bothers me SO MUCH. “cuz harry’s dumb” YAS he is so dumb like SIRIUS WOULD STILL BE ALIVE IF YOU HAD USED THE MIRROR i honestly want to punch something every time i think about this 15. ball point pens AESTHETIC Y’ALL 16. glasses because they make harry look smart even though he is not smart at all. nah kidding idk?? the only people in the wizarding world that are known to wear glasses are harry, james, dumbledore, moaning myrtle, rita skeeter and mcgonagall (i’m probably forgetting some so correct me if i’m wrong), which makes ZERO sense to me. there probably is an eye-fixing spell though, otherwise more people would wear glasses? anyway i genuinely have no idea 17. peeves in philosopher’s stone one of the ghosts says “he’s not even a ghost” so there is a difference between ghosts and poltergeists. also i believe while the other ghosts are transparent, peeves has colour i think?? he wears a bonnet at some point, so does that make him solid? plothole probs because he can float through walls. but yes i think he is born as a poltergeist, apart from that, no idea 18. straps for wands brizzy’s reaction to this is literally me lmao. 19. crimes/aurors aurors are also called ‘dark wizard catchers’ so i think their job specifically is to catch dark wizards. but i think the definition of dark wizard reaches a bit further than just death eaters, so they’d probably also arrest thiefs and stuff. plus the wizarding community is pretty small in comparison to the muggle world so they probably don’t need all these ‘divisions’ in law people (idk the proper word lol) 20. why do they put wizards on trial instead of just using veritaserum because if you got a strong mind, you can fight the veritaserum, like harry fought the imperius curse. this was even in the books i think 21. wizards and christianity godric’s hollow is not a full wizard town, hogsmeade is the only one :) there just happen to live a lot of wizards in godric’s hollow. but the church was probably built by the muggles. for christmas/easter. i never really thought about this but i don’t think pureblood wizards are particularly religious. like tessa said, maybe they just thought ‘oh what a fun holiday let’s steal it’ lol. 22. how do you create a horcrux YES PLEASE I JUST NEED ALL THE ANSWERS 23. pensieves they’re so mysterious omg!! but i also think you just have like a general idea of the memory or like a title, but the whole specific memory is in the bottle? 24. wizarding population jo has stated that this is something she didn’t think through because there are only like 8 gryffindor students in harry’s year ?? even though there are indeed around 1000 students at hogwarts. maybe less babies were created during the first wizarding war? idk lol but in general i have no idea! i don’t think it’s very common tbh! 25. felix felicis it is incredibly hard to make and could be extremely dangerous if done wrong i believe. also doesn’t it take like 6 months to make?? of course an emergency stash would be handy but that could also get stolen by death eaters so i think it’s safest to just not make it in big doses lol 26. portraits this is actually on pottermore! for the headmaster portraits it is said that a portrait of the new headmaster is like placed in a dark room or something and the headmaster just talks to their portrait so it knows how they think and speak and all that. but i think it is also mentioned that all magical portraits do have some basic conversational skills. idk how painting a magical portrait goes though; imagine you’re peacefully painting severus snape and as soon as you’ve done the mouth it starts talking to you?? lol

yayyyy this took me over an hour to do!!! so please appreciate it lmaooo. this is all off the top of my head so correct me if i’m wrong please :D i also have a ton of random questions myself but this post is already way too long so i will spare you those lmao.