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mordigen · 3 years

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Wicca is a Sex Cult - you won’t change my mind. Pt 1

I have always had a since of unbelonging and curiosity my entire life. So, I’d like to believe that my ‘path’ in the craft has been eternal. But, if we are scrutinizing - I guess you could say it didn’t really begin until I was about 9-11 years olde. Can’t remember the precise age or year - just how it went, and my friends that started on that path with me. When you are olde enough to start developing your own likes and interests, olde enough to start having questions about anything and everything in the world around you - and young enough to have complete reckless abandon and lack of frontal lobe development to indulge such questions, curiosities, and probably otherwise, not the *smartest* of explorations. But boy, did we make some memories.

But this was also the time when only the ~rich folk~ had internet in their homes, where the rest of us were reduced to the free 10 minute sessions at the public library which came with the intrusive screaming of dial-up, met with properly humiliating glares of disgust and disapproval that was just too much for a bunch of pre-teens to handle. So what other options could were we possibly left with? Well, if you had guessed the idle corners of book stores’ New Age sections, you would be correct, friends! And what else could be found on New Age shelves in the early-mid 90s but Wicca in all it’s Llewelyn glory?? Nothing, friends. The answer is nothing, unless you hoped to find a few odd horoscopes, a token copy of the Necronomicon stashed away behind some UFO conspiracies from the O.G. David Childress & Co. But if you were looking for anything spiritual in nature beyond the status quo puritan American heritage? Nothing, friends - except Wicca.

So, needless to say - this was my only experience at this age with anything magically or pagan inclined whatsoever. Now, I came from an immigrant family, lived in an immigrant neighborhood, went to an international school with friends of immigrant families so we were well versed in stories of other customs and cultures - but always in an intangible way. Just stories, things of fictions or long-dead ancestors which no longer exist. I personally came from a mixed-bag family, Irish Pagan, Southern Methodist, strict Catholic, Native Shamans. So religious discussions were always heated topics of animosity - so people just didn’t talk about it, either out of spite and grudges, or just to avoid constant fights. So though I had family that participated in pagan rites, they didn’t talk about them - and they certainly weren’t teaching me anything (not yet anyhow, more on that later) So these books we perused, for hours without buying to the chagrin of the bookstore employees, were really the only introduction and information we had to go on with regards to anything spiritually related to the magical or to the pagan - and we took it as gospel, as we didn’t know any better - and I simply thought this was the modern term used today for a whole vast array of pagans and witchcraft followers. I thought it was a modern day term for a very olde religion. That is what I truly believed for years, especially with my Irish background - and the very heavy Irish influence in Gardener’s foundation of his religion, I felt like YES - I had finally found what had been calling to me for all these years. This was right, this is what I was meant to be - as a lot of the tales he recounted I had remembered being told, or reading, in my families books and stories my entire life. I recognized the names. I knew what “feast days” he was referring to - this was my blood, my heritage - and this MUST be what my family and ancestors had been following - and this MUST have been why I felt so out of place for so long : I was meant to find this.

It was awe inspiring, it was liberating. It was exhilarating.....until it wasn’t. One day, after restocking the shelves with a new shipment, did we stumble across the works of Gardener himself. Wherein book after book, chapter after chapter, detailed the use of ‘Skyclad’ rituals and initiations through the ‘Great Rite’ and meditation through the ‘Great Rite’, and visualization through the ‘Great Rite’, and energy rising through the ‘Great Right’ and just about anything and everything through the use of the ‘Great Rite’ or some incarnation thereof. In the particular books that we read, there were even specific instructions on how to handle ritual situations involving young children and minors, with or without parental involvement, and the importance of secrecy.

This should be a red flag to anyone with a brain cell.

But, for some reason, it wasn’t. My friends ate it up - the fact that they were being referred to, and treated, as adults and equals. What is more enticing to a bunch of hormonal preteens/teens who are certain they know everything, than to be treated as the adults they are very certain they absolutely are? We even had intent debates and discussions with each other where we defended that it was completely respectable and not at all inappropriate. We hung on the language they used as proof that, see, they are not creeps - it is at our discretion, and intimacy level. Using words to be extremely specific about consent, and age, and detailing liaisons between mentors/students and members/High Priest(ess)es to not take place until they are of age and to be very mindful of that at all times. It felt all sorts of wrong to me at the time, but I was in complete denial - it just felt uncomfortable because it was new to me. We made arguments that our very strict, closed-minded Christian influence was why it felt uncomfortable.

As a now wizened adult, not only is this “language” and position the very same argument pedophiles use to skirt the law and rationalize their actions as simple fantasies and free speech, but there is the bigger issue of the “secrecy”. Officially, on record, they are pillars of responsibility and advocates or legal boundaries and sensitivity -- but behind closed doors, don’t ask, don’t tell. Whilst making a not-so-subtle point to acknowledge all the legal boundaries, in the same breath they advocate the freewill, and consent of the member - regardless of age. Making the not so intuitive leap to assume that age is an afterthought if the member should be a willing participant. Nonevermind to the impressionable mind and intimidation or persuasion a younger member may be susceptible to - if they agree, then whose to stop them? Using the guise of secrecy as an underlying tenet of the faith. They aren’t “hiding” anything if their rites and rituals and teachings are just an understood secret knowledge only bestowed upon the most worthy individuals - or even that they are protecting the sanctity of such important rites by not publicly discussing them all willy-nilly. Nor do they bat an eye on the fact that presenting these rites and secrecy in such a prestigious manner would lead a younger audience even more inclined to actively participate, AND more inclined to also stayed shut-lipped about it -- as why wouldn’t they?? They are special. They are the chosen ones. They aren’t like everyone else - not just ANYONE would be allowed this opportunity. These are classic grooming techniques, that you can find examples of in the cases of sex offenders and sexual predators all over the world, let alone key tenets seen in nearly every other publicly recognized sex cults - so why is Wicca the exception?

What bothers me more looking back at these discussions we had is that they were completely unprovoked -- nobody had challenged us, nobody had warned us that this sounds fucked up - no one had ever tried to stop us or steer us away. This was just our knee-jerk topic of discussion and reaction to what we CHOSE to follow. We knew from the get-go that there was something shady going on, our gut and our subconscious was screaming at us to not be those dumb little girls....and we were desperately trying to rationalize it to ourselves without realizing that’s exactly what we were doing. And our rationalized denial won - for a while, at least.

I started straying more and more from that path ever since that day. But, as this was all I had at my disposal to build my world on, I only strayed so far. Other paths still seemed like the works of myth and legend - not “real” beliefs - so I stayed the course, just tended to keep my mouth shut and smiled and nodded when such debates continued on amongst friends. Eventually, several of my friends found local covens to join. They were sweet, and innocent. They opened up certain meetings and classes to new members as a sort of “tiral” phase - to see if it were a right fit. One of my friends in particular went to many of these. She came back with all these fantastic stories and experiences. Learned so many cool new things, and was really growing and developing and learning in the craft. She now had her very own mentor, and I found myself seething in envy. They were all growing and flourishing, and I was left in the dark with my nose stuck in books just dabbling. So I gave in, and went to some meetings with her. They were innocent and informative enough - meditation lessons, a fun Ostara celebration. Sermons on the Summerland and origin stories, God-specific lessons so we could learn all the various pantheon and what they represented. Workshops on creating candle spells, and how to properly sage and cleanse a space. We did yoga. We danced, we played instruments and tries to get into a trance-state. We had potlucks. It was fun. And so we decided to join.....

(...continued)

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thicccqueyoongimin · 3 years

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yoonseok fluff and stuff

forever 21 | chapter 1

pairing: yoongi x hoseok

word count: 1.6k

genre: fluffy fluff (rated PG)

warnings: kissing, mentions of sexuality, mild language but not really

Min Yoongi sighed as he leaned over the checkout counter at Forever 21. He really really hated his job. But if it payed the bills, so be it.. He was going to college for music production, and things were going alright. Life wasn't so bad, apart from his job. But he still felt like something was... Missing

He peered over at the clock. 11:02 am. Only 3-ish hours into his shift and he already wanted to die. That's a record. Usually it takes 4 hours or something like that. Soon co-workers and customers made the empty store seem a bit more lively. Lost in thought, Yoongi didn't even hear the footsteps of cheap stilettos clacking up to him. Only when his boss slammed her perfectly manicured hand on the counter, did Yoongi jump up and leave his depressing thoughts behind. He spoke.

"I'm sorry ma'am, I was just -"

" Thinking, like you ALWAYS ARE. " his boss interrupted. " I might as well just fire you now, but I need you, so unfortunately.. That's not an option. "

She steps to the side, revealing a man, with perfect golden tan skin and cherry red hair.

"This is Jung Hoseok." She says.

Yoongi's P.O.V

Jung Hoseok? He's so handsome.

"Stop being weird, Yoongi. He probably doesn't swing that way" I think to myself.

"You'll be showing this young man around, he's a new employee. Show him how to restock the clothes shelves, handle the cash register, and everything else from the handbook." My boss says and Throws the book of rules at me. Ugh, she's so RUDE. She turns around and walks off, leaving Hoseok and I alone.

"Um, hey I'm Hoseo- oh well you already know that haha" he says with a big toothy grin.

"I'm Yoongi." I say with a flat tone , not smiling. I see his smile falter a little. Shoot. I didn't mean to be rude. I'm really not a smiley person, that's just how I am. I want to apologize but that would be weird.

"Come follow me and I'll show you the back room, what to do and stuff ." I say, a little kinder this time.

his smile comes back immediately and he follows behind me to the back room.

I show him everything he needs to know and he's a really fast learner. He's so optimistic and happy and... It's tiring but it's refreshing at the same time. I really like him and I've only been with him for half a day. And here's the thing. I. Dont. Like. People... Usually, but Hoseok was different.

3rd person P.O.V

The whole day was a new, but good experience for the both of them. There was hardly ever silence between the two, and when there was it was a comfortable kind. They mostly just laughed and talked about whatever whilst they folded clothes and restocked the back room. Soon it was 2, and Yoongi 's shift was over. And for once in his entire working career, he didn't want it to end. Oh, how he adored Hoseok. Maybe it was too early to have these feelings, but Yoongi didn't care. His infatuation with the red head was undeniable. He was so funny and he could already see that he was caring by the way he treated the customers and other co-workers, and he was smart. And on top of that, he was really good looking. The list could go on and on. Yoongi packed up his stuff and let the dread fill him again as he said goodbye to Hoseok and left the building. Then, he got an idea. He ran back into the store where Hoseok was packing up too, since their shifts ended at the same time.

"Hoseok!" Yoongi shouted

" Yoongi! " Hoseok replied with a laugh.

"Do you... W-want to maybe get like a drink or a late lunch or something? with me, I mean" Yoongi stuttered.

Hoseok blinked in surprise. "Yeah, for sure! Let me go home and change first. Here's my number, I'll send you my address." He says and he types his number into Yoongi's phone.

"Okay I'll see you soon Hoseok!" Yoongi says, feeling much happier than the first time he left the store.

Hoseok's P.O.V

"OKAY OKAY CALM DOWN IT'S JUST SOME LUNCH. NOT A DATE" I scream internally as I throw my new name tag on my nightstand. I walk across my colourful room and peer into the closet. "Hmmmm, I like this sweater.. And it's rainbow, so maybe he'll get the hint" I think slyly to myself. I match that with a pair of ripped jeans and some vans. Soon enough, I was ready. I texted Yoongi My address and he said he was on his way. My mood went from good to great! I'm usually in a good mood and life is pretty okay right now, I just like to look on the bright side of things. Although things are going good, I will admit... I'm freaking LONELY. Of course of course, I have friends. But no matter what people say, friends aren't the same as a special someone. It's two completely different types of love, if you get what I mean? Yoongi is such a cutie, but we only just met today... He prolly doesn't like guys like I do. He seems a bit cold too, but I'm determined to find his soft side. It's my favorite side of people.

The doorbell rings and I run to the door. But, nobody's there. I look a bit further out, and by the curb in front of the apartment complex, I see a dark blue car. The windows open and Yoongi is waving at me, with the cute little gummy smile that I've grown to love in under one day. I walk up and get in the car.

"how'd you ring the doorbell if you didn't get out of the car?" I ask.

"oh I did." He replies nonchalantly. "I just don't like standing, so I came back here and sat down, it's too much work to stand"

l laugh at him. He turns out of the parking lot and heads to the cafe. The car ride was filled with easygoing conversation. I got to know even more about Yoongi and he got to know more about me. We get to the coffee shop and order what we want. We keep talking. It's funny, Neither of us has shut up since the time I got into the car. Yoongi's so easy to talk to, and that's nice, cause I thought he'd be the exact opposite. Our food comes, and a comfortable silence falls over us, as we stuff out mouths with food. Soon, lunch is over, and I'm sad. Jeeeeeeeeez, I can't get enough of this guy!! Then I get an idea. I still think it's a bit too early to just ask what Yoongi's sexuality is. But this idea might help me get the information I need, without being awkward. I might as well give it a shot. We get into the car and I ask.

"Yoongi, are you doing anything else today?"

"uhhh, nope. I don't think so." He replies

" want to come over? I got this new game on my phone and I haven't found anyone to play with yet" I say, crossing my fingers, hoping he might agree.

"Yeah sure!" He says , but then clears his throat and composes himself, "I mean, yeah.. I'm down"

I roll my eyes and we head back to my apartment.

Yoongi 's P.O.V

HE JUST INVITED ME TO HIS HOUSE!!!! I'm freaking out. But I gotta keep my swag. Alright deep breaths. We pull up to his apartment and he unlocks the door. The apartment is small but not too small, and it's clean, but not too clean and still decorated nicely. The main thing I noticed, is that it was empty.

"You live here alone?" I ask flopping down onto his maroon couch.

"Yeah, it's nice cause the rents not too bad, but I'm lonely" he said with a sad smile.

"If you're ever lonely, you've got me now." I say sitting up and looking at him seriously .

"Thanks Yoongi. It means a lot. Ok lets play that game now" he says as he sits down next to me.

Hoseok pulls out his phone and clicks on an app.

"Its called.. Truth or dare" he says.

"Hoseok, I know what truth or dare is" I say.

"Reallly!?" He asks

" Uhm, yes... It's one of the most popular games out there.. Are you telling me that you haven't heard of truth or dare? " I reply

"You know what... Let's just play" he says, blushing and looking down at his phone. "Yoongi, truth or dare!!"

"Dare. "

He smiles brightly and clicks the dare button on the screen. His smile falters for a second and he looks confused.

"Uh.... Eat a spoonful of wasabi." He mumbles

" No. " I say.

"Well that's fine, cause I don't have wasabi anyway" he says, "I'll pick a different one"

he clicks again and giggles as he reads it. Man, even his laugh was cute. What the hell, Hoseok.

"Lick the toilet seat" he says and laughs louder again.

"See, I'd do that. But it's too far away." I say, genuinely not wanting to get up.

"Ugh, fine. One more, but this one, you have to do." He says rolling his eyes.

"Third times the charm!" I tell him

He clicks, once again, and reads the dare on the screen. His cheeks turn a bit pink and he looks up.

"H-hold hands with the person next to you for 3 turns."

Hi guysss this is my first post ever on tumblr, I wrote this fanfiction a while ago on wattpad (its still up there too if you want to check it out) anyways there's one more chapter of this story. enjoy!! <3

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raewritesstuff · 4 years

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Hello all! This is my first time posting my writing anywhere at all and I’m a bit nervous. This is a semi unfinished piece and I’m unsure if I should continue with it so I figured I’d post a bit of it here first and see what feedback I get! Please let me know what your thoughts are and if you’d like for me to finish the rest of it!

Six.

That was the number of times that (Y/N) had walked into the bookstore to find herself her latest obsession. That was also the number of times it took Harry to finally muster up the courage to speak to her. He’d never had an issue talking to customers before. He’d give them a friendly hello and offer to help them find a certain title or recommend something if they weren’t sure what they were looking for. (Y/N) was different though. The first time she walked in, he’d nearly toppled over the pile of books he was arranging on the shelf. She was wearing a sweater far too big for her and a beanie on top of her head, her nose red from the cold. She clutched a coffee from the cafe across the street and smiled at George, his manager who sat at the register. He remembers her asking if they had Pride and Prejudice and he remembers the small pout of her face when George broke the news to her that they didn’t have a copy at the moment. She ended up picking out Mansfield Park instead and leaving with the promise to come back soon. He’d hoped that she would, and she did.

Most days, Harry and George worked together closely. George managed the register and answered the telephone whilst greeting customers and answering any questions that might have come up. Harry spent most of his time unpacking deliveries and restocking the shelves. Oftentimes he’d find himself reorganizing the same shelves multiple times throughout the week because people wouldn’t put things back where they found them. There were times when it frustrated him having to fix his hard work but most of the time he didn’t mind. It kept him busy. Today was a different day though. George had called Harry the night before letting him know that the following day was going to be quite busy and he needed Harry to take care of things in the store on his own. Harry didn’t worry much, he’d been employed there for just over a year and knew just anything and everything about the business. He’d promised George that it would go over just fine and to call him if he need be. He hadn’t anticipated it being much of a busy day as it was a Wednesday and pouring rain outside. He might have a few people trickle in throughout the day but other than that, he was excited to have a quiet environment with no distractions to work on organizing the Science fiction section. He’d just finished placing Dragonflight on the shelf when the bell rang out, letting him know that someone had walked in. He quickly pushed himself up from his spot on the ground and turned around only to be met with a site that made his heart nearly burst out of his chest. There she was, dripping water all over the welcome mat. Her beanie that she seemed to always be wearing was drenched and she had on a blue raincoat that matched her boots. So fucking cute.

“Coming down hard out there, is it?” he asked as he made his way over to her, trying his best not to look like he was about to explode from how nervous he felt. She giggled and God, Harry wanted to get a recording of it and play it on repeat all day. She couldn’t possibly be real. There was no way someone so sweet could exist.

“It is! Had to stop by though to see if you had my book in yet. I’m going mad without it” she pouted a bit and then gave him a small smile. She kept herself glued to the mat, clearly not wanting to make a mess on the floor and give Harry something to clean up. He wanted to tell her that he’d clean up after her all day, would follow her around with a mop if he had to and wouldn’t complain, not even for a second.

“Pride and Prejudice?” Harry asked but he already knew. He’d put in the order for it three week prior and checked every day to see when it would arrive. It was on backorder for some idiotic reason and to say that he was pissed would be an understatement. He wanted to see the look on her face when the book was finally placed in her hands after weeks of waiting for it. He wanted to see her lips turn up into that bright smile she wore almost constantly. He wanted to see her eyes light up while she ran her fingers over the pages and mumbled to herself about how much she couldn’t wait to crack it open.

She nodded her head quickly, “Yes! I’m a sucker for Mr.Darcy”. Harry couldn’t help but grin as he leaned against the counter.

“I put in the order for it not too long ago, it should be here by the end of the month” she frowned at his words and Harry had to keep himself from lurching forward to kiss the sadness right off her face. A pretty girl like that should never frown, he thought. “Oh don’t be sad love, got plenty of books right here to keep your mind occupied until then”. She nodded her head and moved towards a shelf labeled “Poetry”, forgetting her dripping clothes as her boots squeaked with each step she took. Harry did his best not to watch her too closely, he didn’t want to come across as creepy. He normally never had much of an issue when it came to talking to girls. He wasn’t a huge flirt but he certainly knew how to make a woman blush and get her number. (Y/N) was a whole different story and he couldn’t for the life of him figure out how to go about having even a simple conversation with her.

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whereisvanderwood · 6 years

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Him Amongst Us

Yona of the Dawn | Akatsuki no Yona

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--And then his eyes met hers for that one life-changing second. That one second that only a handful of people get to experience in a lifetime.

"I'm (Y/N). It's nice to meet you, Yun."

Her fingers were delicate with her hands showing scars of many trials she had faced before. She was beautiful, too; the most beautiful girl he had ever laid his eyes upon. What did she do to deserve the life she was living? Nothing, as far as he knew. The Happy Hungry Bunch couldn't save everyone they met in their travels, but saving this one girl was what Yun felt he had to do.

He wanted to protect her-- shield her from the horror of the world called the human race. Everyone is a terrible person deep down inside, but he wanted to prove that wrong to (Y/N) and let her see the good in people like him.

"Priest Ik-Su? I’d love to meet him.”

"We're heading that way now, actually. Hopefully he hasn't managed to die in the time I've been gone. That clumsy priest doesn't know how to take care of himself."

"Let alone walk by himself," the Thunder Beast added.

"Come to think of it, none of you have met him yet, have you?" the Princess realised as she turned around to face her fellow dragon friends. "He's the one who told me to look for all of you in the first place!”

"Well I suppose meeting him is a must, then. I just have thank the one who lead such beautiful women right into my arms." Jeaha flicked his hair as he smiled innocently.

"Coming here is a good chance to restock on supplies too, since where we need to go follows this path anyway. So we might be here for a couple of days. Sorry for the detour, Yona.”

The path began to clear and that same little hut came into view. Hak, Yun and the Princess all felt the nostalgia from having last been to this place forever ago; the very place where their journey had begun. After recovering from the heart-stopping sight of the clumsy Priest collapsed on the floor with blood trickling down his limbs, everyone settled in nicely.

“I need to make a trip to a nearby trading hotspot before the day is over, otherwise I’ll miss the merchants,” Yun told (Y/N) once he found her exploring the area. “You should come with me.”

“Yeah, I’ll come!”

“Zeno will come too!” the Yellow Dragon volunteered when he overheard the conversation.

“No, you stay here, Zeno. Who knows what’ll happen to Ik-Su if no-one is watching him. I think you should just keep an eye on him for me.”

“Oh… sure!”

The blunt response had taken both parties by surprise. Zeno and (Y/N) shared a quick glance as the bouncy dragon trotted away. Yun was already walking away, hurrying (Y/N) along. She quickly caught up to him.

“What kinds of things do you need to get?”

“Just some basic things like clothing, food, and some medicine if I’m lucky. Now that our group has gotten bigger, we go through all of our supplies much faster.”

“You do so much for everyone, Yun. I don’t know how you can keep up with everything.”

The boy blushed. Though she hadn’t been part of the group for long, her words meant everything to him. It was the oxygen he breathed into his lungs, the jubilation that pumped in his veins, the orchestra of the angels at heaven’s gate-- he could never grow tired of such a person’s company.

“H-Here we are,” Yun cleared his throat.

(Y/N) eyed a large group of people standing in the middle of a clearing. Many of them carried large backpacks or had a horse and cart with them, whilst others emptied the contents of their coin purses with each purchase. The turnout was better than what Yun was expecting. He had not realised he was going to stumble upon a trade of only the best items.

There was a beautiful dress Yun had been eyeing for the past few minutes. It was made with chiffon, perhaps a little small to be (Y/N)’s perfect size, but he could work around it. He purchased it when the thought was concreted.

“Oh, Y-Yun, you didn’t have to do that!” (Y/N) was flattered with the idea of Yun gifting her something so valuable with the scarce money they had. “That money could go towards much more important things.”

“You’re important too, you know.” There was no further debate. Yun’s eyes skipped over the rest of the clothing and put the rest of his money toward a small amount of food and a large amount of medicine.

(Y/N) began questioning what was going through the boy’s mind as they finally started making their way back to Ik-Su’s residence. “You didn’t end up buying any clothes for the others. Is that alright?”

“They’ll live. They’re already wearing clothes.”

“But… so am I.”

“I just wanted to buy you something so you feel part of the group. And, like I said before, you really deserve it.”

“Well… thank you. It does mean a lot to me.” She smiled kindly, but when his head faced forwards again, she let her face fall. Something about this made her feel uneasy. The dress was a lovely gesture, but she had to admit to herself that it wasn’t really her style, and the fit would be tight. In the end, she put her uneasiness on the backburner and walked side-by-side with Yun for the rest of the way.

Elsewhere, Hak had taken it upon himself to update the priest on their journey while everyone else was preoccupied, although he believed Yona would be much better at this.

“And how is Yun?” asked Ik-Su. “I hope he’s been nice to his new friends made along the way.”

“Yeah, the kid is definitely different from the first time we met you guys. He doesn’t fight with us, but he’s been helpful in other ways.”

“I’m glad… It’s better he doesn’t.”

“How do you mean?”

Ik-Su sighed. “He’s young. He’s seen and felt many things, even before you and the Princess stumbled upon us.” The priest stood up and looked directly into the Thunder Beast’s eyes through his blonde locks of hair. “I’ve only seen it once, and I want it to be the last. Under any circumstances, do not let him fight.”

Hak folded his arms. “I’d say ‘you’re joking’, but you don’t look like the type to do that kind of thing.”

“I only tell the truth. More blood could be spilled than need be, especially when he has someone to protect.”

When they had returned, (Y/N) volunteered to assist Yun with the restocking and reordering of Ik-Su’s shelves. It was the least she could do, seeing how generous Yun had been toward her.

“Miss, (Y/N)~! Welcome back!” Zeno barged into the hut and pounced onto (Y/N) with a great big hug as she sat on the floor.

“Z-Zeno! We were only gone for a short while,” she giggled. “But it’s good to see you.” She held eye-contact with his beautiful sparkly eyes, and the dragon warrior found himself blushing. Yun saw this.

“D-Did you buy anything good?”

(Y/N) hesitated a little. “Oh, not a lot. Just some essentials. They were really high quality which was a bonus.”

Zeno spotted the dress in a corner of the room. “Is that for the Miss?” He asked as he delicately picked it up at sight of its clear value. “Did the boy buy it for you?”

Yun glared. He didn’t like Zeno touching what didn’t belong to him.

“Y-Yes he did. That’s why I’m helping Yun. It’s the least I can do to repay him.”

“Zeno can help!” He was about to lift some books out of (Y/N)’s to put on the shelf for her, when suddenly Yun slapped his hand away from her.

Zeno saw it in his eyes. He’d seen it many others’ before; eyes that looked ready to snuff out the life of anyone who got in his way. Startled, he instinctively took a step back before steeling himself again. Something wasn’t right.

“What’s the matter, mister?” The yellow dragon narrowed his eyes. “You look like something is bothering you.”

“You don’t know about this kind of stuff. Restocking is a difficult process, you know. Why don’t you go exploring and see if you find a souvenir?” Yun’s tone was low and sounded threatening. Both (Y/N) and Zeno shuddered at the sudden rise of the cold tension in the room.

“Umm, Yun, I-I think it’s okay if he helps-”

“That’s alright, Miss (Y/N).” The dragon shot a smile in her direction that was somewhat reassuring. “He’s right! I should find something to take along with us~”

Yun didn’t stop glaring until Zeno turned his back on them and started walking out the door. Seeing through the window that Yun had looked away for a moment, he eyed (Y/N), saying something like “Be careful” before disappearing completely.

“Sorry you saw that, (Y/N).”

She jumped at Yun’s voice and was surprised how it had returned to his normal tone so quickly. “Sorry? For what?”

“I might have overreacted a little. But… I like our time together, and it’s nice to have some time away from those beasts.”

“I can understand that. We all need our space sometimes.”

Yun smiled at her and both of their hearts thumped in time. With their cheeks a pretty pink, they returned to their own jobs.

Zeno, on the other hand, went to search for another one of his friends, seeing how he wasn’t allowed anywhere near (Y/N) as long as Yun was around. Hak was returning from the waterfall out of this corner of his eye, and he skipped his way over to him.

“Mister Thunder Beast~ can Zeno ask you something?”

“What’s up?”

“...Do you think the kid is acting a little weird around Miss (Y/N) lately?”

“Yun?” Hak instantly thought back to his conversation with priest Ik-Su only moments earlier. “In what way?”

“I’m not sure. He looks like he wants her to be really close to him, and is treating her to nice things and giving her lots of attention.”

“That definitely doesn’t sound like him.”

“Zeno just wants to make sure (Y/N) feels okay around him.”

“I’ll tell the others. Let’s keep an eye on him.”

The couple of days scheduled to be spent with Ik-Su flew by very quickly, and the gang was already packed to get back on track with the journey. Through the embarrassment, Yun and Ik-Su shared another parting embrace as the group made their leave through the trees.

But not until they were to deal with the masses of bandits that had surrounded the entire vicinity without their knowledge.

“You’re not getting away from us this time,” one of them sneered.

“We can never get a break from you people, can we?”

“Allow me to do the honours,” Kija smirked as his dragon hand was enlarged to its monstrous potential.

“Princess, Yun and (Y/N), all of you go hide with Ik-Su,” Hak ordered straight away. “Zeno, take them with you.”

Yun grabbed (Y/N)’s hand faster than Zeno was able to, and the four of them took shelter with Ik-Su in the hut. The fight quickly commenced and bandits were already falling to the ground lifeless. (Y/N) awed at their strength, and was lulled by Yun’s warm touch with his arm protectively around her shoulders.

In the far, far out distance, a hidden archer lay under the cover of the trees. The fighters cursed themselves when they were unable to stop the man from releasing the arrow, and could only shout a cry of warning to the ones in the house.

“Yun, look out!” (Y/N) grabbed onto him and made them both crouch as low as possible. Yun’s eyes widened as a small yelp escaped her lips. He looked to her face, and noticed a thin line of blood dripping from her cheek. Thankfully the arrow had not struck her.

But it still hurt her.

“Are you alright?” (Y/N) asked when she saw his face. She gingerly touched the paper cut-like slash with her fingertips when his eyes would look at nothing else but the blood on her cheek.

“You’re hurt…” Yun’s pupils looked like they were constricting and his hands were already balled into fists.

“Yun, I’m fine! It doesn’t even hurt that much-”

“How dare they…”

(Y/N) looked at Ik-Su nervously as Yun’s abnormal behavior was showing again.

“Yun, she said she’s alright,” Ik-Su tried to reassure. “No one’s in danger. There’s no need for you to-”

“I’LL KILL THEM!”

Yun grabbed the nearby knife used for his earlier food preparation and sprint out into the battlefield. He aimed for the unfortunate soul standing closest to him, dodged his attacks effortlessly, and pierced his chest. He did it again another three times before moving onto the next one.

“Yun, what the hell are you doing!?” the fighters on the field yelled at him.

But Yun couldn’t hear anything anymore. Only the blood pumping in his ears and his ragged breath escaping his lips. Another man down. And another, and another.

He zig-zagged his way through the thick of the trees, looking for the archer that was already retreating for his life.

“Where are you going?”

He jumped on him from behind, sitting on his back, and stabbed him. Then again, and again, and again.

“You’ll never hurt my (Y/N) again!”

The man screamed and writhed in pure terror as Yun rotated the man to be looking straight into his eyes, adding several more blows to the chest. Six to be exact.

Kija, Jeaha, Shinah and Hak couldn’t do anything. They themselves were paralysed in fear, witnessing such hell be brought upon one man by the hands of someone so young. Even the rest of the bandits were stiff and ceased their attacking.

(Y/N) suppressed the urge to vomit as Yona shielded her eyes from the splattering gore, Zeno standing in front of both of them with even his back turned on the scene.

Once the man had no life left within him, Yun turned around to the remaining men who had somehow avoided the boy’s wrath.

“I won’t let any of you touch my (Y/N)!!”

He sprang to his feet and chased down the men who fled with their tails between their legs. Having a young boy running after you with a knife in hand, blood splattered across his face not phazing him in any way, was surely a terrifying sight to behold.

His friends all remained in place in complete shock, unable to comprehend what they had all just witnessed.

“Oh god…”

“What the hell was that…?”

Kija and (Y/N) were on their feet about to run after him, but Ik-Su stopped them both. “You all need to stay away. I can’t promise your lives otherwise. Especially you, (Y/N). You cannot go after him.”

“But… he needs our help.”

“...He’ll return after a few days.”

“Days!? What will he do!?”

“He’ll only kill.”

None said anything as they processed Ik-Su’s words.

“Can we… really have someone like that amongst us?” Kija muttered the painful thought.

“It’s best we don’t,” Hak growled. “He’s a threat to all of us. Let’s go.”

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