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Heal Me, Kill Me Ch.5 (Final Chapter)

Pairing— Kim Taehyung x female reader

Genre— Vampire!Taehyung x Vampire Hunter!reader, SMUT +18, angst

Warnings— Unprotected explicit sex, fingering, blood mentions, death, oral (f and m receiving), creampie, overstimulation

Word Count— 6.3k

Summary— You’re one of the best vampire hunters in the world. That’s to be expected when your parents are the best of the best. Your life had solely revolved around ruthlessly killing vampires, making you a cold blooded machine. However, things take a turn once you meet Kim Taehyung, your latest target.

A/N— Huge shoutout to @dee-ehn for this beautiful banner! Thank you to everyone who has given this series a read. It’s very special to me and it’s bittersweet that it’s now over. Please let me know what you guys think!

“Let me get this straight, the VEC HQ is completely gone? Wiped out?” you questioned as you tried to grasp the situation.

“Apparently they were hit with a massive ambush. A huge horde of vampires led under a single commander, it seemed like. I got a call during the middle of the raid. All I could hear were screams and the caller’s laugh. I was given a time and place for a meet up,” Yoongi explained further.

“Perfect, let’s go burn the sons of bitches,” Jungkook got up energetically.

“There are only four of us,” Taehyung observed with a judgmental glance towards the young man.

“There are only THREE VEC members left. The only reason you’re still alive is because ___ insisted on it. Mark my words, one slip up, and you’re dead. Got that?” Yoongi corrected him. Taehyung solemnly nodded.

“So, what do we do? HQ is gone, but surely we can contact the other agencies around the globe,” you suggested.

“Already tried that. They saved the best for last. There is no one we can ask for help,” Jungkook shook his head.

“I can go. Alone, I mean. To the rendezvous point you were given,” Taehyung offered.

“And do what? Join forces with them?” Yoongi glared.

“An attempt at diplomacy would be ideal. Should they choose violence, then so be it. If I die, I die. But at least you will be safe,” Taehyung looked at you while he said that last sentence.

“Sounds good to me--”

“Absolutely not,” you interrupted Yoongi, “If we really are the last people qualified as vampire hunters, I say we go down swinging. I can’t just sit by knowing there are murderous vampires on the loose. We all took an oath to protect mankind. I intend to keep that oath.”

Yoongi and Jungkook exchanged looks. Jungkook was all for it, eager to let out his rage. It took a bit more to convince Yoongi, but he reluctantly agreed. He really took to heart what you said about the VEC oath.

“Here are the coordinates I was given. We have three days to get there,” Yoongi brought up the site on Google Earth.

“What the hell? That looks like an abandoned castle. That’s kind of badass. Major Castlevania vibes,” Jungkook gawked as he zoomed in closer.

“I know this place,” Taehyung said quietly.

“You do?” the remaining VEC members asked in unison.

“I believe so. And if who I think is involved truly is involved...I fear we may be in deeper trouble than I thought,” he said ominously.

“Fuckin terrific,” Yoongi grumbled.

“Thank god Yoongi brought the private jet over here,” you sighed as you watched the trees below you grow smaller and smaller.

“Thank god I have the credit card for the VEC funds. I would be remiss if we lost all that money,” Yoongi called back using the intercom.

“Flying via private jet is probably one of my favorite parts of the job. Hey, you good over there, Fangs?” Jungkook coined a nickname for his new vampire acquaintance.

You looked over to see Taehyung’s face paler than usual as he tightly gripped the armrests of his seat. He slowly looked over towards the pair of you and nodded, though he was clearly lying. You couldn’t help but chuckle at him. His fear of flying was adorable, who would’ve known that an undead creature could be scared of planes?

“I’m gonna go join Yoongi in the cockpit, I love the view from there,” Jungkook said to no one in particular as he stood up once cruising altitude was reached.

You unbuckled your seat belt and went over to comfort Taehyung, who looked queasier by the minute. You handed him a bottle of water.

“Sorry, we don’t have any blood bags on the plane,” you joked.

“I appreciate the gesture, darling,” Taehyung meekly smiled.

“I didn’t know you were scared of flying,” you said with an amused grin.

“I’ve never been a fan. People traveling in the air? It’s just not natural,” Taehyung shook his head in distaste.

“I don’t think you’re one to talk about what’s natural, but I get that. I wish there was a way I could get you to unwind. We have quite a long way to go before we reach our destination,” you straddled his lap and ran your fingers through his hair, “I can get off if you feel like you need to puke,” you quickly added.

“No, I think a distraction is exactly what I need,” Taehyung’s eyes darkened as he unbuckled his seat belt and gripped your hips.

Your hips began to move on their own as they grinded against him. You could feel his clothed erection growing under you, which only spurred you on more. Taehyung leaned forward to kiss you, and accidentally bit your lip in his excitement. He quickly lapped up the small dribble of blood that surfaced, and that alone seemed to make him more ravenous. Taehyung started to guide your hips, pushing you harder and faster against him.

“You want me?” Taehyung exhaled against your lips.

“I need you. Take off your pants, Tae,” you instructed as you climbed off of him.

“The others won’t intrude?” Tae asked with a smirk as he tugged down his pants.

“Yoongi is flying the jet, and I don’t give a fuck if Jungkook walks in on us,” you answered as you sank to your knees.

You wasted no time in taking a firm hold of Taehyung cock. Your now ice cold hand caused Taehyung to shudder, a feeling he would now have to get used to. Luckily, the friction from your quick pumping warmed him back up, and he was able to fully enjoy himself. How could he not, when he sees your eager eyes gazing up at him with your lips wrapped around his tip. Your tongue swirled around his sensitive head, making a small moan escape from his lips.

“You have to be quiet, or else I’ll stop,” you warned him. It felt good to hold somewhat of a dominant position over him, but also you would rather not be walked in on. Taehyung nodded his head and licked his lips as you returned to the task at hand.

Drool dripped down his long cock as you bobbed your head up and down. You tried to fit as much of him in your mouth as you could, but his sheer size made it damn near impossible. Taehyung couldn’t help himself as he grabbed the back of your head and shoved his dick further down your throat. You gagged as he took control of your mouth, but he stopped as soon as he saw tears welling in your eyes.

“I’m sorry darling, did I hurt you?” he asked with concern as he stroked your cheek.

“I’m fine, it’s an involuntary reaction. You’re too sweet,” you smiled as you stood up and unbuttoned your pants, “But since you made me cry I guess it’s only fair for you to make it up to me.”

You straddled over Taehyung, teasing your bare pussy over his hard cock. You wanted him to feel how wet you were before he even penetrated you. As much as you wanted to milk this moment, you really would rather for Jungkook to NOT walk in on you in the middle of getting down and dirty.

You slowly lowered yourself onto Taehyung’s dick, softly gasping as he stretched you out. You both let out a blissful sigh once you reached his base. You took your time fucking him slowly, as this was one of the few times that you had control in an intimate setting. Taehyung gripped your hips harshly; his eyes begged for you to go faster. Lust took over and you gave in. You began to ride him harder and faster, and soon it was a struggle for both of you to stay quiet.

Lewd wet sounds echoed around the cabin as you hid your face in the crook of Taehyung's neck at a poor attempt to muffle your moans. Taehyung in turn could barely hold back his deep grunts since he took control with a tight grip on your ass as he fucked upwards into you. With Taehyung drilling into your sweet spot with inhumane speed, the intensity made you clamp down on his neck hard enough to draw blood. Taehyung came quickly after you bit him, releasing his load into your ravaged pussy.

You licked at his wound, his blood only adding to the euphoria pulsing around your body. Taehyung kissed you passionately before you hopped off in search of napkins to clean yourself off with. The sound of the cockpit door opening sent you and Taehyung into a frenzy. Clothes were put back on in record time and you both were sitting properly in your respective seats when Jungkook came to rejoin you.

“You’re looking better, Fangs,” Jungkook observed.

“I just needed some time to adjust,” Taehyung said smoothly.

“You guys know we have cameras and microphones rigged around this cabin right? And it’s all viewable from the cockpit?” Jungkook raised an eyebrow.

Taehyung’s eyes grew large and you shifted uncomfortably in your seat. Neither of you could make eye contact with Jungkook, who was looking at both of you expectantly.

“This is why I do not appreciate modern technology. Personal privacy is a thing of the past,” Taehyung confessed.

Jungkook burst out into a fit of laughter, clutching at his sides as he tried to talk.

“I was fucking with you. I mean yeah there are cameras and shit but security is in the back and gets sent directly to HQ. Which no longer exists. Fuck, you guys are so horny,” Jungkook laughed.

“Fuck off Jungkook,” you rolled your eyes and turned away to hide your reddened cheeks.

“How’s it feel being part of the Mile High Club?” Jungkook slung his arms around Taehyung’s shoulders from behind.

“I am assuming that has something to do with intercourse in the sky?” Taehyung questioned. Jungkook nodded excitedly.

“In that case, I rather enjoyed it,” Taehyungn concluded thoughtfully.

“Tae! You don’t have to indulge this idiot,” you cried out.

“Thanks for being honest. Yoongi and I made a bet. He’s gonna be so pissed,” Jungkook sing songed as he walked back towards the cockpit.

You and Taehyung quietly listened as you heard Jungkook say, “Hey Yoongi, time to cough up that $200!”

“Are you fucking kidding me? What the hell ___! God dammit,” Yoongi exclaimed loud enough to be heard clearly through the door (and with your heightened sense of hearing).

The decrepit castle basked in the pale moonlight as the four of you peered at it through the bushes. The rest of the plane ride was awkward and Yoongi hadn’t been able to make eye contact with you since. He kept shooting death glares at Taehyung while Jungkook kept making funny faces at the both of you. You sighed knowing odds were that the castle was filled with bloodthirsty vampires guarding the strongest one of them all, and the only ones going up against them was your ragtag team. You suddenly made peace with dying...again.

“So what’s the plan again?” Jungkook asked.

“I can go and try to reason with them. If you hear the sounds of an altercation then that would indicate your cue to join the fight,” Taehyung offered.

“I’m not risking you turning over to their side just to screw us over,” Yoongi sneered.

“Yoongi he wouldn’t--”

“That’s reasonable. What other plan do we have then?” Taehyung interrupted your oncoming protest.

“We go all at once. A cool final last stand thing. The grand finale. I don’t want to go into hiding and spend the rest of my life trying to pick these suckers off one by one. They’re all here. Or at least, the one that matters most anyway,” Jungkook gave his input, “Oh, but you matter to me, Fangs,” he shot a smile at Taehyung, who gave him a small polite bow to show his gratitude.

“So we go in guns blazing?” you asked to sum up the plan. The men all nodded in agreement. It was now or never. Jungkook was right, this was a prime opportunity to take out the ring leader.

All of you sported long black trench coats that concealed many weapons. Guns with blessed bullets, blessed blades, and water guns filled with holy water (Jungkook’s favorite) were among the vast assortment. You subtly left out wearing crucifixes as you normally would, hoping that no one would notice. Taehyung didn’t need any fancy weaponry, but Jungkook gave him a coat so that he could “match the team in its kickassery”.

Yoongi was staring at something in his hand away from the others. You approached him slowly. You didn’t know what to say to him on the potential last night of your lives, but you hoped something would come to mind.

“Whatcha got there?” you questioned, peering over his shoulder.

“An old picture. Have you ever seen this before? Here,” Yoongi handed you the picture. It was old, and the camera quality was not the greatest. However, you were able to make out a smiling Yoongi off to the side.

“Wow you look the same,” you joked.

“This was my VEC graduation picture. See anyone else you know?” he asked. You examined the picture a second time.

“Mom and dad…” you trailed off. They were practically strangers to you. It was odd seeing them like this; young and happy, not knowing their grim future. Before you knew it, you were crying. You didn’t realize it until Yoongi called your name with concern.

“Sorry, I don’t know what’s going on,” you apologized while wiping your tears away, “I guess I just don’t want to lose you too.

“I couldn’t bear to lose you either, ___. I promise I’ll do everything I can to protect you. But knowing you, you’ll probably be the one saving my old ass,” Yoongi chuckled as he patted you on the back.

“Guys! We gotta go!” Jungkook beckoned.

If this were a movie, the scene where the main characters walk in slow motion like badasses towards the enemy would be playing. However, this was not a movie, and you were scared shitless. Sure, you technically were a vampire now, but that won’t stop them from killing you again.

“I know I said this place was cool before, but now it’s giving me the creeps,” Jungkook whispered as you all followed the rugged path that led to the stone bridge in front of the main gate.

The once grand door was now ripped off its hinges, laying a few yards away from the entryway as if it was carelessly cast aside. You took a deep breath as you followed Taehyung into the castle. Beams of moonlight illuminated the castle in rays as it shone through cracks and holes in the walls. The castle was oddly bare, most of its belongings were probably looted a long time ago. All that was left was memories of the past that no one cared about and a few rats that have lived there for decades.

Your party made it to what must have been the throne room. There was not a single sign of life. It was eerily quiet, and the only movements you saw were those of the vermin that dwelled within the decaying walls. The throne room was dark, and Jungkook led the way with a single lighter.

“What the hell? Is this place really empty--”

“Welcome, honored guests!” a loud voice boomed as braziers suddenly lit up the room.

You cowered at the sudden brightness. Once your eyes adjusted, you saw a single figure sitting in the throne at the front of the room. One of his legs was slung over an armrest as he rested his chin on his hand over the other. He depicted a spitting image of a cocky King drunk on power.

“I’m so thrilled you all could join me this evening. Oh, what’s this? An old friend? How serendipitous,” he sat up straight now as he leaned forward to get a better look at his visitors.

“Why did you summon us here?” Yoongi cut right to the chase.

“Very blunt and straight to the point are we? You must be the failed VEC’s headmaster. Min Yoongi, was it? I wanted to talk business. But I must say, this is a rather odd bunch you have here,” the man chuckled, “Are you aware that there are vampyres amongst your company?”

“Yes, this one--wait, vampires? With an ‘s’?” Yoongi’s face scrunched up in confusion.

“Oh yes, that girl over there,” the strange man gestured towards you with his chin.

“What?!” Yoongi yelled with incredulity, “Taehyung, if we get out of here alive I’m gonna murder you myself!”

“It was my decision! I asked him to do it!” you admitted while jumping in front of Taehyung to protect him from a furious Min Yoongi.

“Hah, I knew it,” Jungkook said with a devious grin.

“You know what? I’ll beat all of your asses after this,” Yoongi hissed before turning his attention back to the man on the throne, “Anyway, what do you want?”

“I simply wanted to negotiate with you Mr. Min. But I believe we’re all in for a rather interesting night,” the man licked his lips, “Tell me, how long has it been, Taehyung?”

In an instant, Taehyung was strangling the man on the throne. He was so fast that you didn’t even register his movement until you heard him yelling.

“You bastard! You ruined my life! Over and over again! Now I can finally kill you with my own hands,” he growled with a murderous look in his eyes that you have never seen before.

“Taehyung stop! You’ll have your chance with him, but for now we need answers,” you pulled Taehyung away as Jungkook put the vampire in blessed restraints.

“Ouch, that hurts,” the vampire pouted, “Still just as dramatic as ever I see, Taehyung. I like your spark though. Almost the same as the night we met, all those years ago.”

“I will kill you,” Taehyung threatened.

“What did this guy do to you, Fangs?” Jungkook asked.

“He’s the one that turned me,” Taehyung admitted.

“Can you believe that? It feels like it was just yesterday when I slaughtered your little village. How silly was it that all the men were in the tavern, drinking and fucking whores while their families were left unattended. That didn’t sit right by me, I’m a man of morals. So I killed everyone in the tavern after I had my fill of lonely housewives and innocent children. Except Taehyung. He was the only man who was ever able to put a scratch on me. I forgot I could even bleed, it was honestly a refreshing sight. In the spur of the moment, I rewarded him with eternal life. Could you believe my surprise when he said he didn’t want to be my henchman?” the detained vampire explained.

“You killed my family and everyone that I knew! Of course I wouldn’t want to be your stupid sidekick, you daft idiot,” Taehyung rebuttled in disgust.

“It was a shame. Poor sweet Maggie didn’t deserve what happened to her,” the vampire looked down at the ground somberly.

“You...you did what?” Taehyung interrogated with a shaky voice.

“I managed to catch a glimpse of you and your happy life in London. Excuse me for being a little petty about you declining my offer to be my travel buddy. I get lonely, you know. Every other vampire I turn becomes such a drag and I end up killing them myself. So I gave a little tip to the VEC and the rest is history,” the vampire shrugged.

“Hoseok you snake! You’re the scum of the Earth! I’ll tear your throat out,” Taehyung screamed as he shook off Jungkook and lunged at the captured vampire. Taehyung slashed a giant gash in the middle of Hoseok’s chest, spewing blood everywhere.

“If I die, so do they,” Hoseok said nonchalantly as Taehyung was about to sink his fangs into his jugular. That made Taehyung reluctantly pause and shrink back.

“Taehyung, you can have the honor of killing this piece of shit after I’m done talking to him,” Yoongi stated, “Your name is Hoseok?”

“Jung Hoseok, at your service. I’m thinking of J-Hope as a street name if I decide to make my dancing skills public. Not to brag, but I’m also the strongest vampire to ever live. I normally don’t bleed this much, it’s embarrassing,” Hoseok looked away bashfully as blood flowed freely from his chest.

“Why did you say that if you die we die?” Yoongi asked with urgency.

“Well because there are roughly 100 vampires who haven’t fed in a month waiting at my command. My dominion over them is the only thing keeping you safe. With me gone, they’ll be free from their invisible leashes,” Hoseok smiled.

“Nothing is stopping us from dragging your sorry ass away from here,” Jungkook snarled.

“You think they’ll idly sit by and watch their master be whisked away in shackles? I can tell who wasn’t top of their class,” Hoseok giggled.

“What was the deal you had in mind?” Yoongi kept up his stoic act.

“Total immunity. I’ll even have all 100 henchmen kill themselves as a show of good faith,” Hoseok flashed a sly smile.

“No can do, I already promised Taehyung he could kill you,” Yoongi sighed.

“Is he part of the VEC? The deal would have to last for the rest of eternity between me and the VEC. If I die in a vampire fight then that’s on me,” Hoseok tilted his head in confusion.

“Give me a minute to discuss this with my colleagues,” Yoongi said before leading you and Jungkook to the opposite side of the room, “What do we do? His offer seems too good to be true.”

“It seems fair since he said he’d kill off his henchman on his own. I’m sure Taehyung can kick his ass,” Jungkook added.

“And if Tae loses? Then we have nothing that’ll stop him from killing us. It’s too risky. I don’t trust him one bit,” you concluded.

“We can’t possibly win against him plus 100 starving vampires. We’ll be dead meat in seconds,” Yoongi argued.

Meanwhile, Taehyung looked down in disgust at Hoseok as they had their own conversation.

“I think we were fated to be together. I never thought you’d be here,” Hoseok batted his eyes at Taehyung.

“You’re lucky they’re here to stop me. Otherwise you’d regret letting me live,” Taehyung snapped.

“So why are you here? I’m guessing it has something to do with that girl. Don’t tell me, did you turn her?” Hoseok’s eyes grew large, “Wow, you’ve grown stronger than I could have hoped! If we combine our powers we can rule this world.”

“You’re delusional if you think I’d join you after all of this.”

“Then I’ll enjoy tearing apart your plaything in front of your eyes,” Hoseok smirked.

“If you lay a finger on her then I’ll--”

“We’ll accept your terms after a few more clarifications,” Yoongi interrupted, “First of all, we don’t think we can trust you. After all, you wiped out the VEC HQ. I have no doubt that the global branches have fallen as well. There’s nothing stopping you from killing us as soon as we let you free.”

“We both know that you never would have agreed to meet with me if I hadn’t done anything drastic. I needed to get rid of the grunts to get to the King, simple as that. Believe me, if I wanted you dead you all would have been slain the moment your fancy plane landed,” Hoseok shrugged.

“Then why did you let us live? Why go through the trouble?” Jungkook questioned.

“For the drama of it all, dear boy. When you get to be as old as I am, living gets boring. I’m not sure if you could tell, but I live for theatrics and thrill. Oh and I’m planning on taking over the world or whatever,” Hoseok admitted happily.

“And you think we’d let you get away with that?” Yoongi scoffed.

“I’m simply offering you a little peace offering. Of course I wouldn’t hurt you three, and you’re all welcome to kill any vampires that come across your path. It’s more of a mutual immunity actually. This benefits you people more than me. If you disagree, you’re dead anyway,” Hoseok smiled wide enough to show off his fangs.

“Fine. The VEC accepts your terms. You have my word that the VEC will never harm you,” Yoongi declared, “But first, we must see your troops fall with our own eyes.”

“Pleasure doing business with you, I knew you’d be smart. And that’s fair,” Hoseok whistled and the ground began to rumble as an army of vampires came running into the throne room.

The soldiers made orderly lines and awaited their orders. Some of them salivated at the sight of your party, but they didn’t dare move an inch without permission. They were the most ravenous vampires you’ve ever seen, and would want to avoid fighting them at all cost.

“My dear underlings. You have all served me well. You’ll be in my heart as I create a new world. I ask one last thing of you. Rip out your own heart to show your devotion to me. May your souls rest in peace,” Hoseok gave a short uninspiring speech.

You watched in horror as the army chanted “Long Live Hoseok” along with random whoops and hollers. They were extremely lively and hyped up as they plunged their own fists into their chests. Fountains of red erupted across the room as they ripped out their own hearts. You let out a sigh of relief as you watched the last soldier fall.

“That was wild,” Jungkook said with a deer in headlights expression.

“Really makes you feel something huh? A deals a deal,” Hoseok chirped up expectantly.

Hoseok was tackled to the ground as soon as he was released. Taehyung yelled with fury as he reopened the nearly healed gash he inflicted earlier. Hoseok reacted by hurling Taehyung into the opposite wall.

“I haven’t had a real fight in ages. Don’t disappoint me, Taehyung,” Hoseok laughed as he spat out blood.

A rock was hurled at incredible speed from where Taehyung landed. Hoseok was quick enough to dodge the rock, but not Taehyung. Once again, the vampires were on the ground and Taehyung was aiming for Hoseok’s throat. Jungkook shot a blessed bullet into Hoseok’s leg, causing him to howl out in pain.

Hoseok tossed Taehyung aside with newfound strength as his eyes glowed red. He set his sights on Jungkook and his lips curled up into an evil smile.

“You dare to break the contract, boy? I’m gonna make you regret that,” Hoseok warned.

Another blessed bullet lodged itself into Hoseok’s back, making him crumple to the ground. He turned in distress to see you wielding the gun with a cocky smirk plastered on your face. Yoongi kicked him onto his back, and spat in his face. With a quick motion of his arm, a wooden stake peeked out of the opening of his sleeve. With a yell, he plunged the wooden stake into Hoseok’s chest.

“Filthy liars,” Hoseok sputtered as blood dribbled down his chin.

“We agreed that the VEC would never harm you. However, you singlehandedly dismantled the company and the establishment is no more. I was the headmaster, but now I’m just a jobless son of a bitch,” Yoongi said triumphantly as he pushed the stake deeper.

“We did it Yoongles!” you cheered before you heard the sounds of bones breaking. The smile dropped from your face instantly as you zipped over to Yoongi.

“An eye for an eye. Well played, Mr. Min Yoongi,” Hoseok croaked with his hand buried in Yoongi’s chest.

Taehyung quickly decapitated Hoseok with a strong kick. Hoseok’s body turned to dust as his head rolled across the floor for a few seconds before it also reverted to nothingness.

“Yoongi! Yoongi!” you cried as you cradled him in your arms. Warm blood gushed out of his chest as he struggled to keep his eyes open. Jungkook sank to his knees beside you and held onto Yoongi’s hand.

“Taehyung, go start up the jet! We have to get him to a hospital!” you demanded with tears running down your cheeks.

“He doesn’t know how to,” Jungkook said softly, trying to comfort you.

“We have to help him!” you sobbed.

“___,” Yoongi whispered weakly.

“Shhh, you’ll be okay. Don’t speak,” you begged.

“Love...you...Be...happy…,” Yoongi rasped before gagging on his own blood.

You and Jungkook cried over Yoongi’s body for a long time after it had gone cold. Jungkook held you as you cried into his chest as you soiled his clothes with tears and snot. To be fair, his tears and snot ended up all over your hair. Taehyung wanted to comfort you, but he knew Jungkook was a better fit for this job. Afterall, Yoongi was special to both of you. He was the parent neither of you had, and always took care of you guys in his own special way.

After the sobs subsided, you and Jungkook stared blankly at the body before you. You’ve always been surrounded by death, it never bothered you. You didn’t need emotions in this line of work. You never thought you could feel pain like this.

“He was a hero. I’m sorry for your loss,” Taehyung finally spoke as he placed a hand on both of your shoulders to show his condolences.

“Thanks, Tae.”

“Thanks, Fangs,” both you and Jungkook said in unison.

Yoongi was buried outside of the castle, in the clearing where the private jet landed. There were no fancy rituals or blessings. Only a few words of gratitude uttered by both you and Jungkook. It was still too soon to say much more before either of you would start crying again. The feelings were there, and that’s all that mattered.

The sun began to rise as the three of you sat inside the private jet in silence. You were lost. The VEC was truly no more. The biggest vampire threat (that you weren’t even aware of until a few days prior) was defeated. Now what?

“What are you going to do now?” you asked Jungkook.

“No clue. I guess I’ll travel. I have nothing else to do,” he shrugged, “What about you guys?”

“I think I want to open up a flower shop,” you said absentmindedly.

“A flower shop? Like the one Yoongi set up for you?” Jungkook was confused.

“Yeah. I can either try to make that one work or start up my own elsewhere. I don’t know. I just think that would...make me happy,” you answered softly.

“Would you like some help with that?” Taehyung asked as he interlocked his fingers with yours.

“Who else is gonna teach me how to make such beautiful bouquets? Plus I don’t have a green thumb so I’ll need you to help keep the plants alive until we can sell them,” you answered and squeezed Taehyung’s hand.

“It’ll suck now that we don’t have a job but--wait,” Jungkook scrolled on his phone, “___, check your bank account.”

You stared in disbelief at the obscene amount of extra zeros that had magically appeared in your balance. Yoongi must have transferred what was left of the VEC funds to you and Jungkook at some point. Thinking about Yoongi looking out for you one final time made you tear up again.

“I’ll drop you guys off wherever you want. I’m assuming neither of you know how to fly so I’m calling dibs on the private jet,” Jungkook stood up.

“Bold of you to assume I don’t have a piloting license, but you can take it since Taehyung hates flying,” you rolled your eyes at Jungkook before continuing, “Tae do you want to go back to your estate?”

“We don’t have to. I like the idea of starting anew,” Taehyung smiled.

“How does Paris sound?” you offered.

“C’est magnifique. I’m sure we’ll find a way to start a successful flower shop there,” Taehyung nodded in agreement.

It had been five years since the VEC was destroyed. You never knew what a normal life was like, but now you wouldn’t trade it for the world. Sure, your new “normal” still technically wasn’t normal since you needed to consume blood to live and the sun was your mortal enemy, but you made it work.

Business was booming. “Min’s Blossoms” was the name of your flower shop, and every day was an adventure. Having Taehyung as your business partner proved to be more beneficial than you thought. Other than his floral expertise, his appearance is what really got the business off the ground. Apparently, rumors of a mysterious and handsome man who worked at a local flower shop were being spread around the city. Women flocked to the store to catch a glimpse of Taehyung, and soon they all started buying flowers just for a chance to talk to him. Taehyung was worried that that might upset you, but you reassured him that you were happy that the store was doing so well so early on.

Now Min’s Blossoms had become part of the Paris landscape along with all the other little fancy boutiques. Taehyung was in charge of putting together orders, while you handled most of the business side. Your teamwork was impeccable and made even the busiest days enjoyable.

“Are you happy?” Taehyung asked one morning while in bed.

“Honestly, I didn’t think it was possible to be this happy,” you rolled over to kiss his forehead.

“Do you ever miss your old life?” he prodded.

“Why so many questions today? As much as I loved brutally murdering monsters and constantly putting my life on the line, I would say no. This life is more pleasant. How ironic is it that I had to die in order to truly live,” you stared off into the distance as you uttered that last sentence.

“My apologies, I only wanted to ask since I know you tend to get pensive during this time of the year,” Taehyung stroked your cheek.

“Thanks for always being so sweet to me. I love you, Tae,” you whisper before leaning in for a kiss.

What started as an innocent kiss soon turned into something more tainted when your hand found its way to Taehyung’s already hard cock (who knew vampires can still get morning wood?). He didn’t let you take the lead as he pushed you flat on your back and pressed his thigh against your cunt. You giggled as he kissed a trail down your neck and over your collarbones as he fondled your breasts. He latched his mouth onto one of your breasts and his tongue swirled around your nipple as his free hand ripped off your panties.

Taehyung’s fingers slipped inside you easily since you were already sopping wet for him. He smirked as the curl of his fingers made you moan and squirm beneath him. Taehyung pulled away from your breast with a satisfying “pop” and slid down to face your bare pussy. He licked shallow stripes along your folds to tease you, and let out a low chuckle when you whined for more. He placed a finger on your clit and started to rub it rapidly, not giving you any time to adjust to the intense sensation. It only took a few seconds before you were moaning and shaking at his touch.

Taehyung wasn’t finished. He went back to eating you out while pumping two fingers inside of you. The overstimulation had you seeing stars. You cried out as you came again, drenching his chin with your juices. Taehyung gave you a satisfactory grin as he rose from between your legs to align his dick with your dripping pussy.

You groaned as he filled you up. He went slow at first, his eyes closed with pleasure. You gazed at him fondly while he fucked you. He was so beautiful even when your cum was on his chin and his sweaty hair was stuck to his forehead. Taehyung opened his eyes and looked down at you with a smile. He leaned forward to kiss you once more as he snapped his hips against you.

“You’re gonna make fun of me for cumming so soon. But I can’t help it when you’re wetter than usual,” he panted as his strokes became sloppier.

“I won’t complain, you already made me cum this morning, now it’s your turn,” you answered between moans. Taehyung grunted as he came inside of you, his hot semen filling you up. He gave you one final kiss before collapsing beside you.

“You know, you never told me how I saved your life,” you said after a while.

“Hmm?” Taehyung hummed.

“You mentioned it the night you turned me,” you clarified.

“Ah, yes. My life had been meaningless for a long time before you came. For a while I was contemplating on ending it myself. But you came along and rescued me. You gave me purpose again,” he explained.

“Wow. Not to be cheesy, but you did the same for me. Honestly my life was mundane before you,” you blushed.

“Surely the best vampire hunter in the world led an exciting life,” Taehyung teased.

“I suppose I did, but I would take a lifetime with you over it any day,” you smiled, “I love you, my little vampire.”

“I love you too, ___. There’s no one else I’d rather spend eternity with.”

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shreddedparchment · 4 years

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Pseudo Princess Pt.21

Succumbing to Love

12/23/2019

Pairing: King!Steve x Reader Word Count: 2,645

Warnings: Smut, feels, a smidge of angst

A/N: Rather than make you wait, I decided to release this on its own. It’s just smut, y’all. I mean, my smut is never just smut. There is a lot of exploration into their feelings in this one and some pretty big emotions are felt but it is just smut. I hope you like it! I don’t feel like I’m the best smut writer. I write it and hope that it’s okay but I know LOTS of other writers who can do it better. I hope only to make it enjoyable. Anywho, if you happen to reblog, thanks for helping me spread my work. xoxo

Losing count of the number of times that Steve has made your world spin is not possible.

Every climax seems to hit you harder than the last. Every touch is unforgettable. Quickly you familiarize yourself with the ways that Steve likes to touch your skin. The weight of his breath against your chest.

You know now the way his lips curve around yours, the taste of his tongue, and the gentle swirl as he moans into your mouth.

Even now, with it latched to your breast, nipple pebbled against his tongue as he suckles, two of his fevered fingers nestled within the soft silken folds of your cunt, his thumb doing a strange but luscious dance around your clit, you reach up to grasp a pillow left just out of range.

You divert them when you make no purchase and instead your hands find him. You grip tight and pull him in closer, fingers tangled in his messed blonde locks, the other ripping at the skin of his muscled shoulder.

He hisses at the scratch and pulls his head away but when he watches you break beneath him into unfettered pieces, his eyes are aglow with pride.

He runs his thumb in circles and watches as you whimper and keen against his hand, your body shaking with the pleasure of his triumph.

“That’s my girl.” He boasts and his voice is thick with lust. Deep and in your chest, making you ache just a bit more for him.

The fuzzies of your orgasm fade and your hands go limp around him, limbs pleasantly lifeless as you recover.

Twenty-three.

It’s taken him almost a week to get you to twenty-three climaxes. Each one perfection. Each one accompanied with a soft kiss to your lips. Each one more exhausting than the last and at an average of three per day, it’s no easy feat…for you.

Your body is wrecked from pleasure and it has begun to almost become torture to feel good but not have him do so with you.

You crave to make the connection that the two of you had almost shared every night for the first six months of your marriage and never once been as close as you are now.

You want him to feel it too. Your love. Your desire. The inescapable need to consume him just as he has consumed you over and over.

“I’m sorry, my sweet flower.” He apologizes, pulling his hand away from your pussy to run it along your body's naked length from collarbone to pelvis in admiration.

He stops at your stomach and with one hand splayed across the tiny swell, he leans down to kiss it.

You don’t want his apologies anymore. You’re at your limit and you need him.

“Steve…” You sigh, turning to look at him as he continues to stare at your body, tracing strange patterns with the burning tip of his finger.

He looks up at you, a small curve to his lips as he grins at you, so elated to be here again but on a whole new level. Like you, Steve is basking in the splendor of his giving you pleasure. Finally.

“Yes, my petal?” Leaning down he presses his lips to your tummy again, caressing the curve of your hip as he slowly moves around it.

Wet open mouthed kisses leave your skin glistening.

“I need you…” You swallow hard, trying to steel your nerves to tell him that you want him to make love to you. He’s been putting it off for so long. Careful. Gentle.

He looks up at you again, his hand flat against your little bump.

“I want you, within me, my love. My king." You manage and the curious shift in his expression almost makes you smile.

“We don’t have to, Y/N. You don’t-" He tries, but you push yourself up until you’re sitting and he has to look up at your face.

“I can’t wait any longer, Steve. Don’t you want me anymore? Will you not have me?” You worry, wondering if there is some other reason he won’t sleep with you.

Steve scoffs, half in disbelief, half amused.

He reaches up to hook his hand behind your head, caressing the nape of your neck with gentle massaging squeezes. It feels intimate and possessive and it makes your heart race.

Lips parted, you gasp quietly, wishing he’d hurry up as the last blissful bits of your last climax fade.

“I have never wanted someone as much as I want you, in my life. I didn’t know that I could feel this way about anyone ever again, Y/N. That my most primal of desires could be so wretchedly distracting. All I want is you. All of the time. Every second, of every day. Even now, you are too far from me.” He sighs heavily with exaggerated disappointment.

You chuckle because now he’s just being dramatic.

“We are inches apart.” You remind him.

“And is it not too far?” He wonders, his voice low with desire.

Once again you find the air in your lungs escapes you and when you answer your voice is a breezy whisper.

“It is.” You nod, a quick lip to your kissed-out lips. “Far too far.”

“Do you truly want me?” Steve wonders, the lust trading out for genuine wonder.

After everything that happened, of course he’s going to feel uncertain, just as you do.

“I’m ready. You are not the Steve that I met when we married.” You explain. “Are you?”

“I am not.” He quickly assures you. “I was a fool. I cannot believe you’re still here with me. If you had been any other woman…I think you might have left me after the first month. Or murdered me in my sleep.”

You laugh again, overcome with giddiness because it seems he truly does understand the suffering you’d pushed through in the beginning.

“I could never hurt you.” You tell him, reaching down to cup his cheek.

“And I will never stop trying to earn your forgiveness for the pain of what I caused and the things I took.” He looks down at your throat and once again seems to be hesitating.

“Steve?” You check, worried.

When he meets your eyes, he’s careful, searching your face for a tell.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He sighs.

“You won’t.” You smile at him. “Have you not proved yourself to me twenty times over by now?”

You chuckle once, so happy for the week you’ve spent with him here in bed, feeling the careful but eager caresses and at times pleasantly rough touch that Steve has been so energetically lavishing you with.

Steve’s cheeks flush red and he looks so adorable that you lean down to kiss him. The kiss distracts him from his thoughts and his puckered lips as you pull away draw you back in for another smooch.

He slides up, pushing you back, settling over you as he lays you back down on the bed until your head is settled on your pillow.

When you’re surrendered beneath him, he backs up his hands sliding along the smooth silver sheets of the bed.

He stands by your feet, reaches back behind his head and pulls his shirt over his head, exposing the beautiful body you’ve been missing. You admire the sharp lines of his pecs. The tuft of blonde hair that flows from their center down over his chiseled stomach and disappears below the waist of his pants has you licking your lips again.

Despite being with child, it all feels so new. So unfamiliar. Exciting in a way because this is your true first time. This will be the moment that you and Steve really solidify your lives together. Not that they weren’t already solid enough…but this begins a new level of closeness. A sincerity that has been missing since you both said, ‘I do.’

You shift on your bed, wiggling a little in anticipation as your cunt begins to throb with want. It clenches, eager for filling. You’re nearly vibrating with yearning.

“Steve…” You whine, watching as he hooks his hands into the waistband of his trousers.

He stares at you, eyes fevered. “I’m coming, my petal.”

You stare as he finally rids himself of all clothes. Without restraint, his cock stands erect, soft and peach, pink at the head where it’s glistening with his arousal.

Had he always been so big? You can see the vein underneath pulsating. He strokes himself, sliding along his length as he steps closer.

You whimper again, so eager, you might just jump him. Luckily, he crawls over you, but you spread your legs for him, and he slides his hand from your ankle to your knee, pushing your legs back to make space for himself.

With your arms wrapped around his neck you pull him down for a fevered kiss, all tongue and teeth and pure lust.

You moan.

Steve responds, rutting against your pussy where his cock slides between your folds to poke and prod without breaking you just yet.

He grows slick from the slick that his body provokes from you.

As he breaks the kiss, you moan into his open mouth, both of you freezing for a moment to relish in your two bodies touching and radiating want. This feels right. Just as it should always have felt.

Your mind whizzes past the night Thor touched you and not once had it felt as it did now. Your heart hadn’t ached like this or soothed like this. Your eyes hadn’t watered like they do now, on the verge of tears from finally feeling whole.

This is the consummate moment that you should have had on your wedding night.

Steve licks your lips, flicking the tip of his tongue against your lips. He wants you and you can feel it, not only in the hardness he’s grinding against your cunt but in the way his mouth hovers over yours, tasting your lips. It’s in the way his hands slide underneath your shoulders and he pulls your chest to his, pressing your pebbled nipples against the planes of his chest. He’s cradling you like you’re precious. It melts any remaining reservation you had for him and finally as his lips move down over your jaw, he reaches down to line himself up and slides into you slowly.

For a moment you stop breathing. This filling, he doesn’t stop until he’s buried completely within you, feels different from every other time he’s taken you. This time, he’s not taking…this time he’s giving and you’re openly accepting.

As he stops, his lips moving back towards your own and his hand coming up to caress the side of your face, your tears spill over leaving salty trails on your heated cheeks.

Steve pulls back and pumps into you once, then notices the tears on your face.

“Y/N?” He panics. “Shit, am I hurting you?” He makes to pull out, but you wrap your legs around him and hook your ankles beneath his bum to keep him pressed within you.

“No…” You stupidly sob. “No, don’t leave me.”

Steve slides back down, holding you close as he wipes at your tears with his thumbs.

“Don’t cry, sweet flower.” He coos, his own eyes glistening as if he might cry too. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m not.” You sigh, trying to get a hold of yourself. “I’m so happy.”

Steve stares at you, searching for those words to be true. You smile because they are. You also sob again because you can’t help it.

“I love you so much.” You whisper, and Steve’s lips meet yours fervently.

He kisses you senseless and with your legs trapping him inside you, he begins to move.

He pulls back and impales you again. Over and over he fills you.

Every touch he makes is to pull you closer. Your mind reels, remembering the way he’d held you down before, your wrists, your hips, your shoulders. He’d used his body to do what needed to be done but had never sought to be near you.

As he pistons into you, your body shaking beneath his, he wraps his arms around your body laying right on top of you so that there is no space between you. He pulls you close however and doesn’t hold you to the bed. He wants you near.

“I love you…” He groans, moans, and whispers. He rubs his chin and cheeks against your own, nuzzling into you with affection while his cock takes you with lust.

He flips you both, turning you onto your side. As you straighten one leg, you keep the other hooked around his hip and pillows your head on his massive bicep as he rails into you, cupping the curve of your bottom as your skin slaps against his.

You turn your head, searching for him and he meets your open mouth with his kiss. Twisted tongues and mushed lips keep your moans quiet as you continue to groan with him.

He suddenly slows, his hands digging into your bottom as he holds you tighter and moves at a languid pace. He buries himself to the hilt, stopping every few seconds to watch you breathe heavily, high whimpers escaping your lips.

He kisses you after every one. Ecstatic and proud.

“Am I making you feel good, my Queen?” He asks, husky voice settling in your chest.

“Yes…” You sigh. “Oh, Steve…yes.”

He takes too long to move, and your hips move against his on their own.

“Please don’t stop.” You beg.

He obeys and renews his grip, but he moves slowly, his body cherishing yours as his hips grind against your clit.

The tension in your body rises. You pull yourself up a little, resting on your elbow as you cling to his wide shoulders and search for skin to bite. You find his throat and try not to break the skin but it’s impossible to resist the lure of his body.

He grunts as you bite, growling almost as he renews the rougher thrust and grips your ass so hard you know it will bruise.

“Yes…yes…” You moan, feeling that build up roll through your hips.

“You’re magnificent,” He praises you. “Perfection.”

And in the moment, who are you to argue when he worships your body as he does now?

“Steve…” You moan, your mind beginning to fog over.

Your body tightens, your leg is a vice around his hips. With your toes curled and your calf cramping, your body is rocked by its twenty-fourth climax.

You keen, biting his neck once again as your nails rip into his skin.

Steve groans, ramming into you a few more times before he slows and his heat fills you while he continues to pump into you, filling you to the brim.

Together the two of you fall apart, bodies rigid as a wave of numbing bliss takes you over.

After the pieces have shattered, after your cunt is no longer ablaze, you fall into his arms, weak and sated.

Steve is already kissing your shoulders, moving up towards your lips where he kisses you lazily, his own body still warped by pleasure.

“Are you okay?” He finally asks, swallowing hard as he finds your still crying eyes.

“I’m perfect,” You promise him. “So perfect.”

Steve smiles, relieved, breathing hard, his brow glistening with sweat.

You’ve never seen him sweat before.

You reach up to touch it, but he catches your hand and pulls it to his lips.

You relax, watching him kiss each of your fingertips before he kisses your palm then holds it against his cheek.

He opens his eyes, meets your loving and satisfied gaze.

“Twenty-four.” He whispers, then chuckles and rolls you onto your back as you laugh with him. “Twenty-five?”

He waits, watching you, stroking your cheek as he settles over you again.

You nod.

#king!steve x reader #king!steve x reader fanfiction #steve x reader fanfiction #steve x reader #medieval au #arranged marriage au #royal au #captain america x reader #marvel fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #pseudo princess

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marshmallow-phd · 4 years

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Catching Rain

Part of The Untamed - EXO Wolf Universe

Genre: Wolf!AU

Pairing: Minseok x Reader

Summary: You were more than satisfied with your life. You attended a nice college, had nice friends, a nice boyfriend. That’s what your life was: nice. You weren’t looking for anything more, so what were you to do when this seemingly harmless boy walked into your life and turned your nice little world into one much more dangerous?

Part: 1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5 I 6 I 7 I 8 I 9 I 10 I Epilogue

The beams of sunlight fell down from the wide open sky, placing warm yet gentle kisses on your cheeks and nose. It was rare for the weather to be so nice this time of year. Usually, the bitterness of winter was still holding on. But today, spring was reminding you that it was just around the corner. The heavy, feather-stuffed coat could be kept in the closet, at least for today. The striped flannel was more than enough protection from the slight breeze though you barely noticed its touch. Above you, the sky was a dazzling pastel blue with only a few puffs of white here and there.

You fingers itched down by your side where they kept you steady on the stone table where you sat. It was truly a beautiful day, too beautiful for late February. The lighting was too perfect to be ignored. With enough coverage so the shot wouldn’t be overwhelmed….

“What are you plotting?”

Your eyes snap open and you look down at your best friend. The thought had only just popped into your head. How she could read you so easily was truly terrifying at times. “Nothing,” you lied coolly. “I’m not plotting anything.”

Willa rolled her eyes. “Please. You had that smirk on your face and your fingers were practically dancing on the table. You’re easier to read than you think.”

“(y/n), please tell me you’re not going to go out into the woods again?” Erik looked up from his tablet with pleading eyes. His wire-rimmed glasses were perched on the tip of his nose, giving him a childlike quality. The wind ruffled his sandy hair. He squinted up at you with concern. You were a bit surprised that he’d caught the conversation, given how concentrated he was on his drawing. “You remember what happened last time.”

Of course you did. You were there, weren’t you? Sure, to say that it wasn’t a slightly scary experience would be a lie. But it was something you’d expected to happen eventually considering your outside activities.

A branch knocked loose by the storm from the night before had fallen from its perch, hitting you in the head. While you remained conscious, you were disoriented and had trouble finding your way back to the city. It was nearly dark by the time you made it to your car, but you had no issues driving yourself to the emergency room. The doctor declare you fine beyond the small gash atop your head, however he still preferred someone else to drive you home. Poor Erik nearly had a heart attack when he found you sitting in a hospital bed with dried blood on your face.

“It was a freak accident,” you reassured him. “Not likely to happen again.”

“But the odds still exist,” he argued. You “hmphed” at him. Why was he suddenly spouting statistics at you?

“Not to mention, there have been more wolf sightings,” Willa added, earning a glare from you. Wasn’t she supposed to be on your side?

But you couldn’t stay mad at them for long. Your brain was too logical, too in tune with being able to understand people to ignore their side of the argument. Hopping down from the table, you gave in. “Alright, I get it! You guys are saying no ventures into the trees where I get the most beautiful photographs I’ve ever taken. Noted.”

“You are such a city girl,” Willa said teasingly. It was true, though.

Throughout your childhood, your exposure to nature was the local park with its scarily overweight squirrels and hordes of annoying ants. It was a shock to your family when you chose to go to college outside of the city you knew and loved, electing to attend a smaller campus surrounded by woods and a good two hours from the nearest airport. They didn’t think you would be happy so far away. But you needed the change. You wanted to challenge yourself. Besides, if you hadn’t come out here, you wouldn’t have met Willa or Erik. And they made you very happy indeed.

Swiping up your bag from the bench, you gave Erik a quick kiss goodbye and waved to Willa. “I’ll see you guys after class.”

Willa grimaced. “Actually, I have to work.”

Erik looked equally as guilty. “And I’m meeting with Don to help out the theatre department.”

Perfect. “Don’t worry about it,” you said with feigned of disappointment. “I’ll survive. Maybe take some pictures of downtown. I’ll see you guys later.” With both of them occupied, there was no one check in on you. And you hadn’t exactly promised either of them….

Your light steps from the free evening grew heavier as you came closer to the building that the math-related classes called home.

Truly, this was your own fault. No one should have allowed you to pick your own schedule. The first two and a half years of college were spent taking all the fun, digital art major-related classes you could. The idea that you would eventually have to take the general studies classes was a problem for future you to handle. And that’s what brought you here: almost to the end of the finish line and now you were stuck taking all the subjects that you weren’t good at in order to actually graduate on time next year with your bachelors and qualify to move on to the masters. You hadn’t pinned down exactly what you would focus on when that time came, but it meant staying here, with Erik. And you loathed the idea of being left behind while your friends moved on with their lives.

The main hall inside was buzzing with voices as dozens of students hung about, arguing over answers and whining about what they would do once the weekend had finally arrived. Words mixed in with the clacking of keyboards and the faint scribbling of hurried pencils that didn’t do the homework the night before. It always amazed you how loud this place could be. Your earlier assumptions had made you think that this hall would be a second library, with stressed out students shushing each other so they could concentrate. But really, it felt more like the cafeteria; a social hangout before life interrupted again.

The classroom was mostly full by the time you arrived. Rows of crooked desks filled up two-thirds of the room with just enough space for the GTA to stand at the whiteboard and not be uncomfortable or crowded. Taking your normal seat near the front – which was unsurprisingly empty for the most part - you took out your notebook and pencil, ready jot down the main points of the day’s lesson. Until then, you scroll through the endless stream of social media on your phone.

While you were normally a friendly person, you’d elected at the beginning of the winter semester to stay serious and not give in to any distractions during this period. Because you knew yourself and you knew that you would give in to any temptation to not pay attention during this hour and a half, including talking to the shy freshman girl behind you who looked desperate for some form of friendship.

Two minutes before the class was scheduled to begin, the GTA walked in, a binder tucked under his arm and a messenger bag hanging from his shoulder. None of the conversations slowed down as he unpacked his laptop on the old desk situated in the front. Even as he opened it up and cleared his throat, the whispered chatting went on. It didn’t help that he wasn’t the most authoritative-looking person. He was on the shorter side with a friendly face that made him feel more like a peer than a teacher. Or maybe it was just because he was closer to your age that made you feel that way. It certainly didn’t help that he asked to be called by his first name rather than the typical formal address that you’d been raised with.

Sungkyu smiled brightly as he stood up. The marker made a pop when he uncapped it. “We’ll start on page ninety-nine, chapter four part two.”

That was how he started each class. No hello or good afternoons with mumbled replies. Straight to the lesson without forcing everyone to pretend like they were excited to be there or demanding a more energetic reply. Perhaps that was the one advantage of having a GTA. They knew what nonsense to skip.

An hour and a half later, you were free. Sure, your brain felt a bit like mush from concentrating so hard on the algebra equations, but now you could relax. Since that was your last class of the day, you were back to that lightness, with that spring in your step. The sun had somehow become brighter, even more inviting in the small amount of time you’d spent indoors. How could you ignore the call now?

Back in your dorm, you unloaded your backpack of the unneeded supplies for your venture. Out came the textbooks and binders that were neatly organized. In their place came a water bottle from the mini fridge you and Willa kept between your beds, a couple of granola bars you stashed away for emergencies, and the leather bound sketchpad Erik had given you for your birthday last year that housed all the photo ideas that randomly popped into your head throughout the day. Checking your watch, you assumed that you had a good three or four hours before your absence was discovered. A slight sense of adventure tingled in your chest as you slung your bag over your shoulder and scooped up your camera case from the foot of your bed.

You didn’t look back as you left the dorm and headed for your car. When – because it was a matter of time, not if – Erik and Willa found out, they’d be sure to lecture you until the end of time. But you had a feeling that it would be worth it. What was that famous saying again? Better to ask forgiveness than permission?

As much as you appreciated their concern and understood where they were coming from, the trees were calling out to you, begging to be captured within the lens of your camera. The photographer that lived inside urged you on. If they were really that upset, you’d make them dinner to make up for it.

Minseok wasn’t hiding per se. He simply needed a quiet place to grade these papers and with eight other rowdy wolves coming in and out of the house, “quiet” was not exactly an easy thing to find. So… yes, he was sort of hiding in his car in the detached garage. It wouldn’t be for much longer; he only had two or three more assignments to look over and, at this point, he had the answers memorized, meaning he didn’t have to stop and look at the key every five seconds.

Blowing out air, Minseok ran a hand through his black hair as he leaned back. Sometimes he wondered why he took up this position. He didn’t need to. It wasn’t required for him like it was in other masters degrees. But the offer was given and he took it. Maybe he liked the excuse that he was busy so he couldn’t go out with the younger wolves all the time. Unlike the extroverts who knew every restaurant and bar in town like the back of their hands, he preferred it out here, in the woods. Homebody felt like an understatement.

Finally through with grading, he neatly packed the papers away into his bag (divided by clear plastic folders labeled by class) and got out of the car. He left the garage with a smile on his face. Before his feet could hit the first porch step, his name rang out in the field.

“Minseok!”

He half-laughed, half-sighed as he shook his head. He shouldn’t be surprised that he was discovered the moment he left the safety of the garage.

Running towards him as he turned around were the three goofballs of the pack: Baekhyun, Chanyeol, and Jongdae. Their faces and clothes were covered in mud, making Minseok take a step back.

“Where have you been?” Chanyeol asked when they came to a stop in front of him. Thankfully, they kept their distance. Now Minseok just needed to keep them from going in the house.

“Grading papers,” Minseok replied. He wasn’t going to reveal where he was grading them.

“That sounds boring,” Baekhyun said with an expression that made it seem like he’d smelled something bad. Although, given his current state, that was quiet possible.

Jongdae whipped his hair, sending tiny droplets of muddy water everywhere. Minseok jumped back in an effort to dodge them, which sent the former into a laughing fit.

“Come on, Minseok,” Jongdae waved his hand through the air, still trying to catch his breath from laughing so hard. “You know, wolves aren’t supposed to mind getting dirty.”

“Wolves, no. Humans, yes.” The eldest wolf eyed the three of them. “Well, most humans, anyway.”

Smiling broadly and unbothered, Chanyeol made a move towards the porch.

“No,” Minseok said firmly, blocking the giant’s path. Putting his bag down on the porch he pointed to the side. “Go around and use the hose. You’ll get mud everywhere.”

“We’ll clean it up,” Jongdae whined.

“Not to his standards,” Baekhyun chuckled. Completely unbothered, he followed orders and ran to the back of the house. At first, Chanyeol pouted as well, but then he must have found the fun in the idea because only a few seconds later he was ripping his shirt over his head and running after his best friend.

Jongdae gave one last look of pleading. “Can I please go inside and take a shower?”

Minseok nodded. “After you use the hose.”

“But it’s cold.”

But wolves don’t get cold. Minseok went to pat the poor guy on the back, but then stopped, remembering why he wasn’t letting him inside in the first place. “Rinse off and then we’ll go for a real run to dry you off.”

Jongdae mulled over the offer. Grinning, he said, “Deal!” He was back behind the house in the blink of an eye.

Looking over at his bag, Minseok contemplated his options. He could leave it there and risk one of the guys forgetting the “hands-off” rule or he could take it upstairs to his room, leaving those three alone with the water hose for five minutes. It might not sound like a terrible option, but Minseok had known them long enough to understand that they could find trouble without even looking for it.

He decided to go with the second option anyway, knowing his students’ papers would at least be safe.

Just inside the living room, Sehun was glued to the TV screen, controller in hand. He was pressing down on the buttons with more force than necessary. The maknae would never admit it, but he was too competitive when it came to video games. One time, Minseok walked in on Baekhyun whacking Sehun on the head with the plastic controller because he was getting beat so badly. Thankfully, this time Sehun was alone. If he remembered correctly, Jongin and Yixing were in class while Junmyeon was conducting his office hours. At least the four of them took school seriously.

Minseok didn’t bother greeting Sehun as he made his way through the living room and up the stairs.

His bedroom, pristine and magazine-worthy – was at the end of the hall, near Junmyeon’s master. It was a good thing that Junmyeon’s great-to-however-many-degrees-grandfather thought to build a large farmhouse in the middle of nowhere. The alpha didn’t think that it had ever been quite this full since it had mostly been just his family that occupied the walls in the past, but the foresight to think of a larger pack down the line had been there. Each of the wolves were able to have their own rooms, their own space. Given how sloppy some of the others could be, Minseok was thankful. It hadn’t always been that way, but those days were long gone.

Near the beginning when Minseok first officially joined the pack, he’d tried living alone in his parents’ old place in town. The call to be together, with his brothers, was too great. It was an uncomfortable feeling. To this day he wasn’t sure if it was the wolf’s nature that caused it or simply the fact that, as the eldest, he worried about the younger wolves and preferred to be around where he could keep an eye on them. That meant that the peace and quiet was over, but sacrifices could be made and he was much happier here, anyway.

Placing his bag on the desk, Minseok sighed to himself before heading back downstairs where trouble waited.

To absolutely no one’s surprise, Chanyeol, Bakehyun, and Jongdae had turned rinsing off into a full on water war. Pretty much all the mud had been washed away, but that didn’t stop them from stealing the hose from each other and creating new mud in the backyard. They were all without their shirts, showing they were in this for the long hall.

At one point, Jongdae had snuck behind Chanyeol, who currently had possession of the garden hose, and twisted the rubber tube to stop the flow of water. Confused, Chanyeol looked directly in the mouth to discover the reason why. Which meant he fell right into Jongdae’s trap. The troll let go of the hose and the water came rushing back, spraying like a geyser in Chanyeol’s face.

Jongdae fell backwards onto his butt with how hard he was laughing. Chanyeol whipped around to get him back, catching Minseok in the crossfire.

Chanyeol cringed guilty. “Oops. Sorry.”

Minseok chuckled it off. It was just a shirt. “It’s alright. I promised Jongdae a run anyway. It’ll be dry by the time we get back.”

Baekhyun perked up. “A run?”

Minseok nodded. “Yes, you can come, too.” He was already undoing the buttons, folding the shirt and placing it on the ground once it was off. Maybe this run was what he needed. He wasn’t sure what difference it could possibly make. He’d been on hundreds of runs in the past. But something told him to go now. So, once he was ready, he shifted onto all fours and ran after the other wolves who’d already almost reached the tree line.

#exo #exo wolf au #exo wolf!au #minseok x reader #kim minseok #xiumin #exo werewolf!au #exo werewolf au #exo supernatural au #exo series #exo fanfic #exo fanfiction #untamed wolf universe #Catching Rain

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Worry. {Kyo x Tohru}

A/N: The Fruits Basket reboot is awakening my inner 9 year old and I’m reliving my love for Kyo, a girl is going t h r o u g h it my friends

Fandom: Fruits Basket Pairing: Kyo Sohma x Tohru Honda Word Count: 1,068

Kyo knew he wasn’t the smartest guy around—he certainly wasn’t the most observant—but something about her had been off the past few days.

The way she interacted with others felt... strained. Love normally poured from every fiber of her being to the point he wondered if she’d had any left over for herself once she was done giving it to others. Bouncy, genuine, empathetic—she’d never hesitate to lend an ear (or a hand, if possible) to those who needed it around her, and she certainly wouldn’t refrain from flashing them one of her famously kind smiles.

What was causing such a smile to waiver?

Being subtle was never his strong suit—he was pretty brash when it came to things and overly emotional people tend to try his patience, but she touched his soft spot and seeing her this way tugged at some sort of emotion within him. She was never... too annoying, and she was the only one to really care about him, of course he’d begun to take notice of the little things about her. The way she hummed while she cooked, the soft way she’d tip toe down the hall for some water while everyone was (presumably) asleep—the difference between the sparkle in her eyes and the way her lips curve into her smiles.

Tohru’s smiles typically had a shine as bright as the sun despite being a fully curved crescent like the moon. Something about the smile she had been giving her friends today seemed dim; A solar eclipse of sorts had been brewing during the solar storm, though no one had mentioned it. Were they blinded by the artificial sunlight her smile gave off this time around? Or had she truly been so caring in her life that they were spoiled by the warm rays?

She had a good set of friends, not that he’d openly tell anyone that; They cared for her, pushing a bit to make sure she was truly okay when needed—but why hadn’t they said anything this time around? Out of respect for her privacy? Surely they noticed, didn’t they?

The smile on her lips fell a moment as her friends left before returning at the sight of him walking over. He bent over her desk and moved in close to study her face, watching as confusion dimmed the sparkle in her eyes and behind them became distant. Her lips quivered a bit before a sharp intake of breath; The tilt of her head accompanied her smile as she spoke up.

“Kyo? Is something the matter?” concern flashed across her features, “Are you alright?”

“Are you?” the corner of his lip tugged up to bare his teeth in annoyance.

“Of... of course I am! Why wouldn’t I be?”

“There’s something wrong.”

“Oh, no! Everything’s alright. I’m... I’m just a little tired today is all!”

Kyo straightened himself out, drawing his lips to the side and raising an eyebrow out of complete disbelief. Tired? Was it even possible for her to be tired? She’s always too energetic for her own good—no, she was lying. She had to have been lying, that’s just who she was—not a liar—but someone who didn’t know how to put herself first.

His fist came at her fairly quickly, causing her to flinch—her fear dissipated the instant it tapped the top of her head in... friendly manner, if one could call it that. It was more endearing than threatening, even if his peeved expression suggested otherwise; It was gentle, knuckles simply resting on top of her head rather than digging in and causing any harm. Kyo moved forward, turning as though he were going to leave, but hung back to say his piece loud enough only for her to hear.

“Fine, whatever—blame it on being tired. Whatever it is, stop worrying about it. You’re just going to make yourself sick worrying over everyone else, think about yourself, too.”

Her eyes grew wide while her bottom lip quivered slightly at the knowledge that she had been caught red-handed with her own emotions. He felt her head lower beneath his knuckles, her eyes shooting to her now fidgeting hands as her voice came out in a contemplative manner.

“Well I was thinking... about ways that I could help. I’d like to help and just make sure everyone’s happy...”

“You need to make sure you’re alright first, idiot!” his bark had a bit of a bite to it, calming down with a sigh, “Look, if I could tell something was wrong with you, they sure as hell can.”

He gestured with his thumb at the door behind him, her eyes drifting to the direction her close friends had left not too long before. She knew he was right—it was painted on her face before ever making eye contact with him—her mouth opened but she had nothing to say; A sad smile graced her features that caused him to groan internally, though a lighter version escaped him physically.

“Now you’re thinking all about how you’ve probably worried them, right?”

“Well if all of you were able to notice--”

“I literally just told you to worry about yourself for once!”

He turned away from her, squaring his shoulders as he resting his hand comfortably in his pockets; He could feel her stare on his back.

“How about instead of worrying about it, you just focus on feeling better. If you feel better, they won’t worry, right?”

After a moment to think, he could practically feel her smile in her voice as the genuinely chipper tone returned.

“Yeah, you’re right! I’ll get better so they won’t have to worry about me anymore—that way, I’ll be able to focus on making everyone happy, even myself!”

Kyo smiled to himself, closing his eyes and enjoying the determination emanating from her now, knowing she had taken a triumphant stance where her fists were balled up and the sparkle in her eye had started to shine brighter than thousands of stars combined without ever having to take a look over his shoulder.

“I know I’m right. So just... work on it,” he started to walk away, hearing her cheer after him.

He knew she’d be alright—she normally was—but something about helping her get there felt much better than watching her do it on her own, not that he’d admit to it.

#fruits basket #furuba #fruits basket writing #furuba writing #kyo sohma #sohma kyo #tohru honda #honda tohru #furuba drabbles #fruits basket drabbles #kyo x tohru #kyo sohma x tohru honda #i remember reading the series over and over again as a kid #i still own all the manga okay fb was my l i f e

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RWBY Recap: Volume 6 Episode 9 “Lost”

Welcome to Volume 6, Episode 9 where “Lost” truly encompasses all of my feelings today! Sorry for the late recap, but let’s not waste anymore time.

We open on Emerald and Mercury as they hang out in Salem’s palace, the woman in question nowhere to be found. She’s probably still off seething over Ozpin’s latest reincarnation. There’s some pretty heavy symbolism attached to how each character navigates the room: Mercury energetic and full of purpose as he trains in the open space; Emerald static and curled in on herself on the floor. She admits that she hates “being in the dark like this” and Mercury agrees. Cinder was annoying, but at least she kept them both filled in.

Of course she did, because Cinder craves power in a way Salem doesn’t. She wants a particular type of submission tied up in validation. Qrow reminds us in Volume Four that Salem keeps to the sidelines. She’s—to borrow our Wizard of Oz vernacular—the man behind the curtain, happy to pull strings that lead to everyone pointing accusingly at one another, with no inkling that someone more powerful is really to blame. Can we picture Cinder laying out plans that didn’t result in her taking credit for the plot? I can’t. She needs to be in the thick of things, monologuing her victories, and by extension she has a closer relationship with her pawns than Salem ever will, by pure necessity. Cinder would have eaten up the kind of attention from Tyrian that Salem brushes aside unless acknowledging it directly suits her purpose. It’s that faux intimacy that’s convinced Emerald they have a real connection.

With these kinds of thoughts on her mind, Emerald asks Mercury why he bothered to come with them all those years ago. He reveals that his father was an assassin, trained him to be the same, and the night he manages to kill him a group comes along that just happens to need his particular type of expertise? “Just felt like it was meant to be.”

Emerald: “That’s it?”

I agree. Though Mercury is by far the more convinced of the two, he’s still demonstrating the same lack of clear convictions that our heroes have been grappling with. You signed your life over to this war because a bunch of strangers happened to be passing by? That sort of coincidental justification can’t sustain itself. Even Pyrrha’s firm belief in destiny grew shaky once she was faced with a truly difficult decision and Mercury has had pretty smooth sailing lately, especially compared to the life he had with his father. He beat up a bookseller, framed Yang, helped destroy Beacon, had a minor role at the Haven battle, and has been hanging in the palace ever since. He’s actually been doing pretty well, especially since losing Cinder is no real blow to him, so why wouldn’t he think he made the right choice to impulsively follow her and Emerald when they met? The problem is, these victories won’t last. What’s Mercury going to do when his “it just felt like it was meant to be” collides head on with a truly difficult situation… like oh, say, having Salem turn that anger on him as an abuse survivor? As others have already pointed out, Mercury was pretty damn spooked by her reaction to the news about Oz and saw it coming far faster than the other characters. One of these days he’s going to realize that it’s not going to be continuous smooth sailing to Salem’s new world where he’s a top dog no one can touch. Then he’ll have a choice to make.

Of course, Tyrian is already anticipating that. Sometimes it doesn’t matter whether you ever discover those true convictions. Even if Mercury some day realizes he wants to get out from underneath Salem’s thumb, good luck with that. Hello, difference between her and Ozpin. Ozpin let’s people leave, no matter the cost to himself and the war effort. I doubt Salem provides such luxuries.

Emerald tries to get Mercury to understand how her motivations were tied up entirely with Cinder: “[She] was the only family I ever had. She cared about me…” Mercury interrupts with the cruel truth that no, she doesn’t care about either of them, and Emerald is so enraged that she attacks.

You can easily see her heart isn’t in it though. In a nice parallel to Oscar’s line at the end of the episode, she’s been worrying about the exact same stuff. After her initial attack Emerald is barely keeping her fists up and backs off as Mercury starts advancing on her.

He brings up an interesting conundrum: is it worse to have been denied the love of a parent, or to experience the hatred of another? Of course, the truth is that both are horrendous, but Mercury is clearly of the mind that his trauma trumps Emerald’s. Surprisingly calm while also housing great fury, he reveals that some semblances can apparently steal others. At least I’m assuming this power came from his father’s own semblance. Whatever it was (omg tell us lol) apparently made Mercury “weak” in his eyes and after taking it he said he could get it back when he proved he was “strong.” Well, Mercury proved his strength by killing his father, but he didn’t get his semblance back. So it apparently doesn’t revert back after death.

Before things can get anymore heated Tyrian sneaks creepily out of the shadows. His usual entrance. The highlight of his hastily justified visit—just saying goodbye!—is the reveal of his new tail. Did he have the rest of his tail removed? I’m assuming that only the end is new with the rest of his tail just encased in that armor. Later we can clearly see a drop of his poison on the tip (along with the purple visible on the underside) so I suspect in order to create an apparatus that could draw it out again they’d have to keep the rest of the limb. Regardless, it’s too bad for our heroes. It looked like Ruby had done some permanent damage back in Volume Four.

I’m actually rather fascinated by how RWBY treats its disabled characters. There’s a very heavy focus on the psychological trauma as opposed to the physical. Meaning, once the character “gets over” the injury (I use that awful phrase not literally, but just to describe the moment when the arc focused on their injury is complete and the narrative needs to move on) the focus then segues to how much stronger they are now. Again, physically if not mentally. Mercury’s legs are now more powerful than the average human’s, as is half of James’s body, Yang’s arm, Tyrian seems to be able to do everything he previously could with his tail, except now it won’t be so easy to slice through it with a scythe. We also get moments where the act of being disabled is the factor that tips the scales: such as when Yang detaches her arm to get into the vault. On the one hand this is an incredibly positive and potentially inspiring trend. On the other hand real life disabilities sometimes still suck in a way that really isn’t portrayed here, especially since everyone has access advanced tech to “fix” the problem. Yang is right. There’s a part of her missing that she’ll never get back, but that doesn’t change the fact that her new arm is portrayed as more powerful and versatile than her original could ever hope to be. Putting aside the trauma of losing it for a moment, the fact that she’s missing an arm is itself no longer presented as a disability.

I’d actually like to see more moments where the tech isn’t portrayed as such an easy fix: Someone doesn’t have the money to get fancy Atlas stuff, Yang’s arm breaks down in the middle of a fight, whatever dispenses Tyrian’s poison jams up, someone with a tech or metal-based semblance gets a huge advantage when they realize a bunch of the allies are reliant on metal limbs, etc. AKA, more like Fullmetal Alchemist where disabilities are both an asset (I always have a weapon on hand!) as well as a hindrance (…that often gets destroyed) depending on the situation. I think the closest we get is with Maria. Losing color meant that she didn’t pick up on Ruby’s eyes until the very last moment, putting them in more danger. Beyond that she says her specs need a tuneup, but so far we haven’t seen any downsides to not getting them upgraded.

ANYWAY. I should get back to the actual episode…

Tyrian points out that Mercury is too afraid to leave the pain and violence that he’s always known and Mercury gives the expected line that Tyrian doesn’t know anything about him. Makes me wonder what Tyrian’s past was like and why this conversation out of them all would bring out his more philosophical side.

We see more of Emerald’s need to hang onto what little family she has left. Despite attacking Mercury just moments before she lets out a furious, “Hey!” when Tyrian pins him and uses “we” when asking whether they’re just supposed to leave, despite the fact that Mercury has expressed zero interest in considering that option. Emerald considers them a set and, like with Cinder, is projecting more love than might actually be there. She expects that if she leaves, Mercury will follow.

Boy, that might be another kick in the teeth if it ever came down to it…

Tyrian gets his line about how they should love what they do… but ultimately you don’t have much of a choice. Not when Salem is involved. Watts appears reeeeeal far back to let him know it’s time to leave for Atlas.

Could you be more dramatic?

With the ominous knowledge that literally every semi-notable character is heading to Atlas, we cut to JNR looking for Oscar. Jaune gets some excellent lines here:

“This is all my fault. I overreacted…he didn’t do anything wrong.”

Damn straight. Most of the fandom was willing to absolve Jaune the moment he showed a guilty look, but in this volume particularly looking guilty isn’t the same thing as an apology and a change in behavior. Qrow hasn’t apologized to the group yet. The group hasn’t apologized to Ozpin. There’s been a lot of shots of people looking regretful, but not doing much to act on that regret. Given this theme I wouldn’t have been surprised if Jaune hung onto his anger and tried to justify his reaction… but he didn’t and I’m so glad to see this glimmer of maturity, especially coming from one of the more violent characters this volume. He’s doing everything right here: being frank about his mistakes and responsibility, implying that it won’t happen again, apologizing the moment he sees Oscar. Good job, Jaune.

We see how with a few hours to calm down JNR is totally on board with continuing the mission. They’re concerned about what they’ll do, not whether they’ll do anything at all. “It’s going to be a lot harder than we thought” implies that they’ll be continuing the fight and Nora and Ren are back to their endlessly optimistic selves. Honestly… while I’m glad to see this characterization in general, it feels cheap after last episode. As said, RT has given everyone an identical reaction to the information about Salem, undermining their individual temperaments and outlooks, all so we can build up this hatred of Ozpin. But if you’re going to give characters unlikely reactions (like Nora going full pessimism) at least commit to it. By skipping over their thought process and discussion, by jumping straight back to, ‘Of course we’ll fight!’ it paints their original reactions as inauthentic. Nora isn’t really doubting whether all their work meant something, Ren isn’t really mad at the rest of the group, Jaune doesn’t really think Ozpin has taken over Oscar—those emotions were just tools to fuel the drama of one scene. And yeah, some people will read that as a legitimate response to getting horrifying news. I personally don’t. That scene could have achieved everything it needed to without making JNR a carbon-copy of RWBY in their grief.

We also get another example of how the team is happy to keep secrets when it serves their own purposes—“I know, I know. Top secret”—and how less stock they put in the traditional huntsmen lifestyle now. Saphron says that if they’re not sure what to do they can always get their licenses and help out in Argus. “There’s a lot of good you can do here” and this is juxtaposed with images of safe and smiling people who only have that happiness because of the everyday huntsmen doing their work. Saphron points out that they don’t have to be the ones to complete this mission and “it’s not the only mission that needs doing.” She doesn’t have any of the details… but she’s right. Someone needs to get the relic to safety, but it doesn’t necessarily have to be 10+ people. If anyone has doubts about continuing the fight against Salem specifically, now’s the time to bow out, especially since not being committed is dangerous to everyone else. It’s what Ozpin said back in Volume 5: abstaining isn’t anything to be ashamed of, but you’ll reach a point where you can’t retreat.

This suggestion is brushed off though and I don’t think it’s because JNR has some inspiring drive to face Salem no matter the cost. It’s because everything else still feels ‘useless.’ It’s hard to learn about the Big Bad and then go back to fighting the small fry, even though that’s primarily what keeps Salem at bay. Fighting grimm, bandits, her subordinates, promoting peace… these are the things that keep her from getting a foothold. JNR may be willing to continue to Atlas, but they haven’t quite acknowledged yet that this war doesn’t always have straight-forward quests for them, the heroes, to complete. Secure the relic! Kill Salem! I mean this will never happen because it’s a show and we need plot, but in-world it’s totally possible that after Atlas the thing to do is just the sort of stuff Saphron suggests. Salem’s plans are usually years in the making and we can’t go kill her… so I guess all we can do now is go back to being just huntsmen.

I hope RWBY addresses this pseudo-superiority that’s developing; the idea that their group always has to be on The Mission To Save The World. I just want someone to acknowledge again that keeping magical relics safe is important… but so is, say, saving a random village from their geist grimm. The world needs both.

Which brings us to Pyrrha.

(Ah, look at that Volume 1 opening callback.)

Ren and Nora try to cheer Jaune up with drinks at a cafe (coffee! shop! a! u!) but he hangs back on a bench. Everyone’s heart rips out when a familiar leaf drifts by and lead’s Jaune to Pyrrha’s statue…

Let me be clear here. I love the emotion of this scene. I love that JNR finally got to have this conversation. The only thing I don’t love is how heavily it pushes the idea that it’s noble to die even when you didn’t have to, even when it accomplishes precisely nothing.

Woman: “[Pyrrha] understood that she had a responsibility to try… I don’t think she would regret her choice, because a huntress would understand that there really wasn’t a choice to make. And a huntress was what she’d always wanted to be.”

This viewpoint makes sense for whoever this woman is, Pyrrha’s mom, her older sister, etc. Of course that’s how she’s going to rationalize the tragedy, especially when she presumably doesn’t know the details of Pyrrha’s death. I truly doubt anyone from Beacon told her Pyrrha went off after someone who she knew she’d lose against and died uselessly. But JNR and the narrative itself? They can afford to be more critical.

Of course there was a choice to make. If Pyrrha was here she SHOULD regret the choice she made! There was no reason for Pyrrha to die. She didn’t die out of ignorance by underestimating her enemy. She didn’t die to save someone else’s life. She didn’t die to buy someone time. RWBY was careful to make sure that Pyrrha’s death served absolutely no purpose and has brought only hardship to those around her. That was her fatal flaw—fighting for the sake of fighting—and Ruby at least recognizes this as something they need to learn from. JNR? Apparently not. They parrot the woman’s words and talk about how they “have to try,” clearly conflating Pyrrha’s situation with Salem’s immortality, but they’re in no way the same thing. They actually don’t have a choice when it comes to Salem because the only other option here is death/enslavement for all of humanity. You know what other choice Pyrrha had though? Listening to her headmaster, not throwing her life away, sparing her friends their grief, and living to do more good later on. I’m used to the fandom endlessly twisting Pyrrha’s death into something inevitable (Ozpin manipulated her!) or something purely noble (she was so close to beating Cinder!), but I didn’t expect the show to do the same thing. It’s a disservice to her character to pretend that she didn’t have any faults… and that one of those faults got her killed.

So yeah. The lessons in general are important ones, just not when they’re applied to this specific context. Regardless, it solidifies their feelings that they’ll continue on to Atlas and after some more apologies from Jaune for being a “terrible leader” and friend, they decide to head back to the house. Jaune takes one more look at Pyrrha’s statue with an airship flying overhead, a very non-romantic choice that won’t make sense until the end of the episode.

After all that emotional upheaval we cut to Ruby. Looking like this:

This child is so fucking done.

I suppose the one silver lining is that Qrow managed to make it back to the house before he passed out? Yang comments that she’s “never seen him this bad” as these poor kids drag him back onto his feet. As Ruby angrily fills him in about Oscar being missing Jaune goes, “Don’t worry. We’re not going to Atlas without him.”

Ruby: “We? :D”

As everyone basks in their newfound determination, the door opens to shed some literal light on them all. Our farm boy is there, safe, sound, and sporting new digs.

Oscar: “Oh. I was wondering when you’d get back.”

I know I joked last time about how Oscar probably just went for a walk since everyone agreed to take time to themselves, but RT could have given us some indication of where he went, what he did (besides shopping), what he thought… basically anything that would show us some actual development, rather than having it all happen off screen. Like Nora, Ren, and Jaune suddenly 100% on board after their pessimism last episode, we completely skip over Oscar’s thought process. We don’t get to see how he went from this

to this.

The fact that this time skip proceeds Jaune’s apology makes it a highly uncomfortable scene—for me at least. Because Oscar went from flinching in his company to making them all dinner and interrupting Jaune before he can even finish, claiming it’s fine because he’s had the same worries. In short, it feels like Oscar is the one apologizing here because we haven’t gotten any insight into what else might explain this sudden mood change. He’s a “like minded” soul to Ozpin though and Ozpin blames himself for everything. So Oscar watches how no one gives a damn if he’s okay after Jaune assaults him and, instead of being angry at them for that, makes everyone casserole with the hope that they’ll be pleased with that gesture. He doesn’t let Jaune take full responsibility for his actions or complete his apology because Oscar thinks that reaction was justified. Oscar implicitly apologizes for making them worry all day even though he had every right to leave. He talks about himself like he’s dying—“I don’t know how much longer I’ll be me”—and instead of being upset about that anymore he says that he’s going to help others with “whatever time I have left.”

Oscar is doing exactly what Ozpin did a few episodes ago, trying to please those around him instead of calling them out on their shitty behavior. For Ozpin it was giving them a life without him; for Oscar it’s playing the supportive outsider who’s determined to not be a burden. He can’t help that he’s merging with Ozpin, but he can be better prepared for their next battle (combat gear), take care of little things he has control over (dinner), and accept their apologies instantly with a smile. He’s not giving them any reason to hate him anymore than he thinks they already do.

If this is at all a reflection of how Ozpin’s comeback will go, it’s not a good sign in my opinion. I’m still worried that Ozpin will be the one apologizing and will just brush off any half-hearted apologies he gets in turn.

Of course, a big portion of the fandom is theorizing that this isn’t Oscar at all, but rather Ozpin controlling him. I’m not buying that theory right now. Mostly because Ozpin wouldn’t do that. We just watched Jaune lose it because he thought Ozpin might be tricking them by pretending to be Oscar…so Ozpin’s gonna turn around and do exactly that? And to what purpose? Take back the relic from Ruby? If he could hear during his self-imposed isolation then he knows that RWBY is still determined to get to Atlas. If he couldn’t then he woke up in Argus and can infer the same thing. It’s foolish to go off on his own in a body that, to be frank, is still barely trained, especially when time has proven that it takes a team to make it out there. The only way I might buy this is if Ozpin thinks he’s sparing everyone by taking the relic himself; unburdening them from the mission.

I can see why people are suspicious. Oscar is indeed acting off, though I attribute that to the fact that, again, he’s clearly rattled by what happened and is trying not to show it. I can also kinda see why people would be suspicious of him buying combat gear now—he’s planning to go off on his own!—but this was also just a decent time for him to get an outfit change. Plus he needs combat gear regardless of whether he’s with the group or not.

In the end, believing that this is Ozpin in control here is rooted in the fandom’s belief that Ozpin is a horrible manipulator who would turn around and do all the things Jaune just accused him of. If this ends up being the case I’d be incredibly disappointed in RT, because this goes against so much of Ozpin’s core characterization. Until it’s actually proven, this isn’t a theory I’m subscribing to.

With Oscar’s Jaune’s apologies out of the way Qrow tries to leave and Ruby finally loses her temper, snapping that he can at least sit with them. Qrow is once again entirely dismissive of Ruby. He sarcastically says how he “wouldn’t want to get in the way of your celebration,” callously brushes off whatever Oscar and the group apparently made up about, and reiterates that they don’t have a plan. Hell, he doesn’t even know that JNR has learned about Salem and he clearly doesn’t care. Jaune tries to diffuse the situation by mentioning that he has thought of a plan... though it’s the “no going back” kind.

Steal an airship. Please look at everyone’s horrified reactions. Except for Nora.

She’s so proud!!

Why the shock though? Objectively speaking this group has never cared much for laws or rules. Ruby and Yang come from a family with bandits in it. Blake was a member of a terrorist group. Ren and Nora clearly had to steal in order to survive. Jaune got into Beacon with forged transcripts. They happily let Ozpin bend the rules for them at school. They never reported all the illegal activity of the White Fang. They then started acting as huntsmen despite not having licenses. Weiss snuck out of her own Kingdom as cargo. And they just straight up lied to a military figure to try and cross the boarder. Like I get that stealing a ship is a bit bigger than this other stuff (with the exception, perhaps, of Jaune’s transcripts and Blake’s past), but it’s not like this is a group of totally law-abiding citizens. They’ve been working outside of the Kingdoms’ laws for a rather long time now.

It’s the perfect excuse for Qrow though and he tells them to drop it. There’s a clear visual divide between him on the stairs and everyone else below, reinforced when Ruby says that she wants to “hear [Jaune] out.”

Interesting choice of words. Jaune just admitted that ‘steal an airship’ is all he’s got. There isn’t anything more to hear out. Ruby is just making it very clear who she’s siding with.

She says she knows Qrow is worried for them and thinks it’s all hopeless, but “right now I don’t really care what you think.”

To quote the popular meme, you can pinpoint the exact moment his heart breaks!

Needed to be said though.

However then… then. Oh boy. Then Ruby spouts this absolute nonsense about how the kids have never needed adults and definitely don’t need them now.

“We’ve been in tough situations before and we didn’t need an adult to come save us or tell us what to do. We did it our way.”

I’m sorry, Ruby. When the hell was this?? Was it when you tried to take on the White Fang by yourself instead of providing Ozpin with information that might have helped him figure out Salem’s plan? Or was it when an experienced huntsmen had to come save you with your team when you went off alone at Mountain Glenn? Was it when the adults did just as much work to win the battle of Beacon as you? How about when you were traveling to Haven and didn’t have any grimm to deal with because the adult was following behind and taking care of them all, then saved you from being kidnapped? Was it when Ozpin trained you for weeks and finally gave you a plan to follow? Or was it two days ago when Maria’s experience literally saved you all from certain death?

To say nothing of the reverse. It’s because of the kids’s actions that they’re in this position in the first place. It’s because Ruby went and used a question that Ozpin isn’t around to help them anymore, to help recognize the Apathy for what it was, to gain them entrance across the boarder. Kids thinking they know best is precisely what started all this nonsense.

But yeah. Apparently there’s no remorse for how they treated Ozpin yet. Rather than regretting their inhumane treatment now that they’ve had time to cool off, they’ve settled on a ‘Who needs him anyway?’ mentality.

This viewpoint came totally out of left field and I honestly hate it. Everything from the rousing shots of everyone’s smug expressions—Yeah! Bonding over how much we don’t need you!—to Maria cheering them on, I absolutely hated it. Ruby isn’t mad at adults, she’s mad specifically at Qrow and his drinking. She could have easily called him out on his shit (something that needs doing) without charging her team up with the misguided idea that they’ve somehow been surviving without adults when they haven’t. We could have re-asserted Ruby’s convictions to keep fighting without throwing all her 20yo+ allies under the bus. Apparently they’ve learned little from their impulsive decisions this volume.

However, RWBY is acknowledging a common issue with child protagonists: how do you make them the star of the show when presumably adults should be fighting in their stead? There are a couple ways to get around this:

Adults are available but we don’t trust them (Harry’s abuse in Harry Potter)

Adults are around but are fundamentally useless (HP again - Harry is brushed off by McGonagall in the first book, dealing with evil or idiotic DADA instructors, etc.)

Adults are forced to hand over the reigns to kids (any story with a Chosen One plot)

Adults might want to help but can’t for reasons outside of their control (they all died off, they’re hypnotized like the parents in It, etc.)

The problem with RWBY is that adults have always and will always be an integral part of the plot. The narrative hasn’t given Ruby a distrust of authority figures (she grew up with a loving father and clearly respected her instructors), it hasn’t painted her as Remnant’s inevitable savior (in-world at least. We as the audience know she’s the primary protagonist, but to the cast she’s only a little special because of her silver eyes), it hasn’t forcibly removed adults from the battlefield, and it hasn’t characterized them as useless. Yes, RWBYJNR has had some of their faith undermined given Ozpin’s fall from grace and Qrow’s drinking, but those are balanced out by Maria’s endless help and the Cotta-Arc family giving them sanctuary. RWBY is suddenly trying to push a YA-esque ‘kids know best’ viewpoint without doing any of the work to justify that. As an adult watching this show, that scene didn’t make me go

like I think it was supposed to. It just reinforced that they are, in fact, kids. Literally. Only kids look at adults and go, “We don’t need you! We’d be just fine on our own!” I mean yeah, as semi-trained huntsmen they’d probably survive, but that’s not what Ruby is saying. She’s taking her frustration with Qrow’s individual problem and twisting that into a failing of everyone who’s not her age... while standing next to the adult who saved her life and finally explained silver eyes, while her hosts finish making her dinner, in the house they’ll all be sleeping in tonight, while prepping a mission that hinges on getting to Ironwood. Sure, Ruby. Your way doesn’t rely on adults at all.

God I hope this view was just a one-time thing that I can forget ever happened. If Ruby’s leadership gets tied up in a kids vs. adults mentality the rest of this volume is going to be very uncomfortable to watch. Maria’s,“Looks like you didn’t give her enough credit either!” is great, just not in this particular context. A lot like Oscar’s kindness and JNR’s determination to “try.” This episode was filled with things I wanted to see, but then they all got twisted in ways I never expected—and largely don’t like.

Oh well. I’m gonna hang onto Oscar’s BAMF new nutcracker outfit and that glorious image of the gang prepping to dog-pile on him.

Until next week!

Other Details of Note

I’ll admit, I did like the apparent threat behind Tyrian’s goodbye while he had his tail poised over Mercury’s face. He’s good at messing with people.

Nora’s gasp when she sees Pyrrha’s statue : (

But she still got Jaune a drink! :D

I’m wondering now why Pyrrha chose Beacon over Haven…

Terra freaking out about the neighbors was pretty hilarious.

Interesting that Ruby says, “We got this far without Oz.” Normally I’d be thrilled to see her treating him as a peer with a nickname, but considering that the rest of the speech is about how they don’t need adults, it feels more like a dig. He was still “Professor” after Jinn’s vision. Now that she’s decided he’s useless? No more respectful titles.

#rwby #rwby spoilers #mymetas

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How to Fill that Witchy Cup

I’ve been asked a lot lately how to keep the witchy vibes alive and well when you are busy with everything else in life. Whether it is kids, work, school, friends, or any other kind of time-consuming tasks that seem to take away from our time to connect with the universe, you need to keep that spiritual part of yourself alive and well.

Now, before I go into my own little tips for keeping your internal Witchy Cup full and accessible for you (which will immensely help with other stressors you encounter), I should add that these are not Earth-shattering tools and tips. They are simple things you can do every day, and they are fairly mundane. How did I figure them out? Through experience!! I am a student, business-owner, and mom to two little witchlets that take up all of my time. On top of that I have a house to take care of, and a husband that I do in fact want to spend time with (shocker, I know). These little activities are quick ways that have subtley helped me throughout the day WHILE I get things done. Seriously, efficient witch here.

Anyways, enough rambling! Here are a few things I do when I need that little release/boost of connection with my witchy self:

1. Light some candles.

I know this seems like a no-brainer, and it is!! Almost every witch (not all, as I have encountered witches that are afraid of having open flames around) feels a heck-of-a-lot better when candles are burning. This is not without reason! On the one hand, the glow given off by candlelight and the small flame is very soothing to our minds and bodies. It gives off a feeling of safety and warmth. Comfort and ease. When I light candles, it actively helps release the tension in my chest that is basically a constant.

The other reason for this, energetically speaking, is due to the FIRE. Fire is one of the basic elements that makes up this world, and it is known for its purification properties. Burning a candle in a room not only provides a source of light and comfort, it also helps purify the energy in its given space. It quite literally clears the air, so to speak. Especially when you use candles that have eco-friendly wicks, and ones that create less soot (shameless plug: soy candles in my shop have this kind of wick, and soy wax is known for creating little to no soot).

I have used candles in situations where the tension/emotion in my home was running high, and we were all crabby and mean toward one another. After a few minutes of candles burning, the house felt brand new! It will help clear your brain space a bit, as well, so this is my number one tip for filling your Witchy Cup. As a bonus, who doesn’t feel mystical with candles burning everywhere?!

2. If possible, open your windows!

This goes right along with clearing your area, and connecting with an element. Just like you could with candles! Now, this one is another one that is more of a home activity, as I imagine you can’t open windows in a cubicle or other office environment. However, the fresh air will help you feel renewed, and clear away any stagnant energy that might be clumping up in your area and making you feel a little overcrowded.

3. Take a moment for three deep breaths.

Hmm...it’s almost as if these tips are common ways to help with anxiety and other negative emotions! There’s a reason for it. A lot of these problems and feelings are caused by pent up energy and emotion that needs an outlet, or by an increase in negative thoughts that we are holding on to. A third cause is that we aren’t able to properly open the proper channels within ourselves, such as keeping our third eye free and clear, or our connection with the universe clean and stable. (That’s not to say there isn’t medical evidence to support conditions such as anxiety and depression, as someone with diagnosed severe depression, these are simply tools in the toolbox to help with the daily struggles of these very real conditions). Blocked chakras, stuffed down emotions, and pent-up energy are all common reasons for negative experiences and manifestations. Cleansing is a necessary part of life, witchy or no.

If possible, place your feet flat on the floor (you can do this sitting in a chair, standing), inhale to a count of three, hold for a moment, and release to a count of three. Hold for another moment before inhaling again, and repeat this process a few more times. If you can, close your eyes and shut out the world for a moment. Put your focus on your inner self for these three breaths, and release the outside world. You won’t be able to help the greater good for anyone else if you aren’t centered and stable within yourself. So take these few short moments to gain your footing again before trying to tackle any obstacles or problems within your day.

4. Take a minute to clean your space, and organize.

Alright, we have all been the person with the messy desk, the messy room, or other work space where the mess just builds up. For some people, this means they haven’t dusted or wiped their space down that day, for others it could be that they literally don’t have any room to work in because their space has been taken over by clutter.

Clutter acts as a physical representation of our minds, and our bodies. If you aren’t able to take the five minutes to pick up your space, in my opinion that only means you need it MORE. It’s similar to the idea that when you least want to meditate, you actually need it the most. It means that it has become an obstacle you are avoiding rather than working through. It will do wonders for you, and if you clean your work space, even just to the point where you feel even a little better and can exist in it, this gives you the chance to take a fresh look at what is troubling you. Once my desk is clean, I like to take a moment with my bullet journal (gasp! Witches have them too!), and lay out the problems in short on paper. By emptying my brain of trying to hold everything in it, I actually am given the chance to use some of that brain power and brain space to figure out solutions to my problems, and I can come back to the others later. They are written down in a safe place, and they aren’t going anywhere. Give yourself some outer as well as inner space to work things out!

5. JOURNAL.

Lovelies, I am a huge advocate of journaling. It is a ritual/work of magick in and of itself. I’ve been doing it as long as I can remember. A lot of people get turned off by it because they aren’t into sitting down and filling a whole page with words. Either they simply don’t have the patience, or they don’t feel comfortable expressing themselves that way. And to that I say:

That’s okay.

Seriously, I know most people think of diary pages filled with words upon words upon words, but journaling in essence is not about the words. It’s about the expression. Similar to how I mentioned in the previous suggestion, journaling is any possible way that you empty your brain of the clutter and put it into a safe space in front of you. I can’t tell you how many problems I have dealt with in this way. And, as soon as it is in front of you, I swear it’s like putting on glasses for the first time and seeing clearly! Things just seem to line up. Emotionally, mentally, physically, spiritually, all things benefit from this kind of expression. That’s why bullet journaling has become such a craze as well! The idea behind it is giving yourself a space to hold what your brain is normally trying to juggle. (Sorry, tangent!)

I used to hate calling my notebooks I journaled in a journal or a diary. Because that’s not all they were! They weren’t just journal entries. I called them my “Thought Books” because they were the physical manifestation of whatever was in my brain that needed to be let out. Stories, songs, drawings, journal entries, poetry, doodles, scribbles, flowers and leaves from outside, and notes from friends that I cherished. These were all crucial parts of my life, my mind, and my understanding of the world that needed to be expressed in a safe space so I didn’t have to try and remember them forever without a reminder. Our brains are not perfect, even as wonderful as they are, and we will forget things. Write them down when you can, print pictures, and give yourself something to look back on so that your brain can keep working on new things. Healthy brain!

Expressing your inner thoughts and emotions, whether it be in writing, pictures, poetry, doodles, bullet points, scribbles, stickers, paint, color, or black and white, is like making a magickal mark on the world. In letting yourself breathe, and taking care of yourself, you help the greater good. Surprising and counter-intuitive, I know. But this is a deep truth about our world. Keeping yourself clear of energetic and mental clutter, as well as free of these negative emotions that clog up your spiritual pores and channels, helps the world. If everyone did this, I truly believe the world would be a happier place. So, I don’t care how you do it, witches. Journal. Fill a notebook with your innermost experiences, thoughts, and emotions. This is magick. Pure and simple. You will be amazed at the manifestation and power that comes along with doing this, as well as the spiritual experiences once you are once again open to the universe around us. Activities such as this are forms of ritual, magick, and meditation all on their own. Nothing is witchier than knowing yourself, and helping the greater good through helping yourself.

Okay, so now you might be thinking “What the heck, Lauren? These weren’t witchy tips at all!”

False. These tips are equally as witchy as putting on robes and performing a full ritual on the full moon with a coven.

Being witchy is about more than aesthetic, more than brewing potions and writing spells, divination, or wearing symbols of your faith and spirituality. It is about more than the right herbs, the right stones and gems, or the right words. It is about opening yourself to the universe, the elements, the divine around you and helping the world through your own understanding and application of these principles. Each of us has the power to attune ourselves to the energy and consciousness surrounding us, and help others to do the same by clearing our own inner space to hold others that have not seen how to do so. By keeping ourselves in balance, we hold a small part of the world in balance as well. Now, imagine if everyone did this! These tips are ways help you feel balanced and renewed. Fresh and aware of solutions that may have seemed impossible before. That, my lovelies, is witchcraft.

~Lauren

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Love on Fire - Chapter 9

Korra shifted nervously on the back of the black dragon whom she had been introduced to. Across from her was Izumi who rode on the back of the white dragon.

“So, why are we up here?” the young avatar inquired.

Izumi smirked at the girl’s concerned face.

“We’re up here so that my father will not hear us,” Izumi remarked. “When my father told me, he was planning on telling you about... well… the Yin and Yang since him and my mother, I volunteered to do the background explaining to you.” “Whatever for?” Korra inquired.

Izumi sighed before glancing down, “Here. Land in front of the palace. There is something you need to see.” When they landed, Izumi led Korra into a side building near the side of the palace, sort of set to the side, surrounded by peach and apple trees that were green with leaves but no sign of buds yet.

When they entered, Korra gasped. Hanging from the ceiling was a chandelier that was narrow and long, the tip touching the center of the floor, so it was sort of like a pillar. There were crystals of pale blue and pale gold and hanging from the tip of each spiral was either a little sun or a little star.

“My father had this building made after my mother died,” Izumi explained. “I was young…. about twenty-eight. My parents were barely in their mind forties when my mother was taken from us.” “What caused her death?” Korra inquired, noticing that the walls were lined with portraits.

“Exhaustion,” Izumi replied. “My mother had gone through so much in her younger years that her death was brought on by exhaustion. Also…. From what my father always told us was that she was too good for this earth and our Maker decided that we had been blessed with her presence long enough and that she deserved a happier life.” Korra glanced at the nearest portrait and saw that it was a portrait of Avatar Aang, his wife Katara and their three children. Next to it was a portrait of Sokka, his wife Suki and their children: Shawn and Suzie. The next one was one that made Korra’s eyes widen.

“Is that Toph?” she asked.

Izumi nodded, “Toph and her husband, Hirako. Hirako was my mother’s younger brother. Those are their sons: Thom and Terrance.” “And who is this?” Korra asked, pointing to the next portrait.

“That is Hirako and my mother’s older brother Kaname. His wife Ty Lee was a childhood friend of my mother and father. Those are their children: Ken, Kara and Tanya.” “This man,” Korra said, nodding to the next one. “He looks like Mako.” Izumi chuckled. “That is Mitsuru, my other uncle. My mother had three brothers. His wife, Mei was a close friend of Aunt Ty Lee. Those are their daughters: Minnie, Michi, Mari, Meena and Moira.” “And this….” Korra gasped, staring at the picture that stood at the head of the others.

Izumi nodded, walking over to touch the portrait of her family, “My family.” Korra slowly approached the large painting before touching each person in turn, “Fire Lord Zuko…. He looked so young!” “That was when he was young,” Izumi chuckled softly. “And when he used to smile…. Smile and the way his eyes would light up…. That has never happened since my mother died.” Korra then began to trace over each face of the children, “That is you…. You were so beautiful!” “And that is my brother Rekka,” Izumi said, fondly touching the painting of her twin.

“And these three girls?” Korra asked.

“My sisters, Yakira, Ena and Chika. They are all married now and living happily in Ba Sing Sa. Chika carried on our great-uncle Iroh’s tradition of tea making and she owns his shop in Ba Sing Sa.” “And…. These boys….” Korra whispered. When Izumi didn’t answer right away, the turned to see a pained look cross Izumi’s face.

“My younger brothers Katsu and Roku. Katsu died eight years after my mother did…. He was only thirty-five. Everyone thought that he died of the same that our mother did…. until it dawned on us that Katsu died of a broken heart. My mother was the world to him. Katsu loved our father, but he loved our mother more than life. When she died, he was the one who took it the hardest and he never truly got over it. His heart broke the moment he heard our father cry when our mother’s heart stopped. When Katsu died…. Someone else’s heart broke…. Roku’s.” “Don’t…. no….oh no,” Korra whispered. “Did he….” “Roku died three months after Katsu died. When they were children, no one would think that Katsu and Roku were close, but it was a friendship that only they could see. Katsu was the calm, intelligent while Roku was the energetic, rambunctious but they were the closest of brothers…. Maybe even closer than Rekka and I.”

“I’m sorry,” Korra whispered.

Izumi just shook her head and stroked the painting of her brothers fondly.

“And this….” Korra said, running her fingers over the pale blond girl standing next to Izumi in the painting. “Is your mother….” “Shirayuki Trusang, the Yang of our time, wife to the Fire Lord and the strongest person any of us have ever known.” “How did she do it?” Korra inquired. “I have heard of the things that she endured. Being brainwashed…. Thrown into a death prison….”

“Love,” Izumi whispered, walking to the next painting which made Korra’s eyes widen. “The love she held for my father lasted even through brainwashing and prison. Unto death and beyond, my parents will forever be in love and that is what keeps them alive… it is what has helped my father keep going for this long….though it is starting to hurt.” Korra ran her fingers over the painting of a few young people: Aang, Katara, Sokka, Toph, Suki, Zuko and Shira.

“What do you mean?” Korra inquired.

Izumi sighed. “My father is dying.”

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“Fire Lord Zuko!” Korra cried, rushing over to where Zuko was preparing to mount onto Druk.

Zuko turned around slowly before turning back to Druk, covering his mouth and his shoulders shaking before turning to Korra fully.

“Avatar Korra.” “Izumi explained everything to me…. I just have one question….” The girl stuttered. “I know that your memories of your past lives as the Yin or Yang do not carry through to the next generation…. But…. Is there any assurance that… I will find him or her again?” Zuko smiled before placing both his hands on her shoulders, “I asked myself that the moment Shira died. I asked myself it again when Rekka died. All I know is, we will all find our way back home to each other in a world that has no death and no strife…. A place I hope to see one day.” Korra nodded before hugging the old man tightly, “Take care.” Zuko chuckled before patting her gently on the shoulder and mounting Druk. Just as Korra turned around and walked off, Zuko coughed into his hand, his shoulders heaving as he coughed heavily several times before taking a deep breath. He looked over to see Dagny and Gau watching him with concern in their eyes.

“I’m alright,” he assured them. “Let’s get home. It is the last time I have to return home without Shira waiting for me.”

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Zuko sighed as he slowly walked up the steps to the palace. He paused on the 88th step…. The same step that Shira always stood upon when she awaited his arrival…. And if she wasn’t the one waiting, it was Yakira. Zuko turned his head to the side to look at the small building that stood to his right. Slowly he walked into the building and smiled fondly at each painting, walking by each one by one, trailing his fingers over them.

When he reached the final one, his hands paused on the petite pale girl in the picture….at her side, two young boys: one blond and tall, the other more strongly built with dark hair.

“I miss you….” His hands paused on the portrait when his eyes traveled to the small back door nearby which lead out to the small garden where Shira would sit so many times with the children. Zuko walked over to stand in the doorway, looking upon the garden which had changed so much. The apple and peach trees not yet blossoming even though they were overdue. Zuko remembered watching Shira sitting upon the grass by the pond, Chika in her lap, Katsu leaning against her side as he read something aloud to her. He could just imagine seeing Roku’s little body hanging from the limbs of the tree, playfully teasing his brother on his book knowledge.

Rekka and Izumi would play in the water or practice their bending. Yakira would run around the garden, filling her skirt with flowers only to dump them all into the water and watch them float away.

Sighing, Zuko turned on his heel and returned to his slow journey up the many steps to the palace. There was no one really around. The guards were like stone statues as usual so Zuko’s journey to his chambers seemed to go unnoticed. When he entered the room, he found Gau and Dagny sitting on either side of the door, waiting for his arrival. Zuko stroked each of them in turn before walking to his desk and sitting down. Drawing out his pen, he carefully wrote something down on the sheet of paper there before folding it and writing a single name upon it. Leaving it alone upon his desk, Zuko strode over to his bed and sat down on the edge of it, sighing at the relief it gave.

“Zuko,” a soft voice whispered from behind him. Zuko turned and found himself gazing upon the sight he had been waiting to see for almost forty years. Long golden locks fell to her waist, eyes as blue as the sky sparkled and her smile seemed to make her face glow with light.

“I am ready,” he whispered, smiling at her.

The girl slowly crossed the room before holding out her hand to him, just out of reach, “You are.”

Zuko slowly leant back before laying down on the bed. Dagny and Gau came to curl up around the base of the bed, intertwining their long bodies together in a protective manner around the fire lord. Zuko covered himself with the sheet before looking at the girl who still had her hand extended to him.

Reaching out, he touched it and found in shock that he could feel it…. warm….gentle…. and so light that it felt like it was not yet real.

“It is time,” the girl whispered. “To come home.” Zuko smiled happily at her when suddenly he saw three faces appear behind him…. Young faces…. And behind them…. More faces that had long been lost to him for years….he was going home.

Meanwhile, Izumi had been standing near the docks, watching as the familiar Ba Sing Sa ship approached, carrying her three sisters. She saw the three girls poke their heads over the side before walking down to greet her. Yakira’s hair was beginning to gray slightly but Ena and Chika still looked as young as the day.

“It is so wonderful to have you home!” Izumi said, hugging her sisters. “I am sure father will be overjoyed to see you.” The three girls beamed at the prospect of seeing their father when suddenly a shiver ran down Izumi’s spine and she clutched her chest.

“Zu?” Chika inquired, touching her sister’s shoulder, “What is it?” Izumi shook her head, “I don’t know…. I just felt like something in me…. Snapped…. Or…. disappeared. I haven’t felt anything like this since Rekka died….” “Fire Lord Izumi!” a young page cried, sprinting to them at an incredible speed.

The four girls turned to look at him to see a horrified look on his face, “You had better come see this.” When the page led the four girls to the doors of their father’s chambers, they stared in shock at what lay before them. The doors had been blown to smithereens and half of the doorframe was engulfed in a thin trail of fire that didn’t seem to spread…. But just kept burning softly…. And the other half of the doorframe…. Was encased in ice!

“Izumi?” Ena inquired, turning to her sister for assurance.

“Father,” Izumi whispered, the worst coming to her mind. The four girls burst through the doors, only to find that they were not the first ones there.

A white-haired woman stood by the side of the bed, staring calmly at the old fire lord as he lay motionless on the bed, the black and white figures of Gau and Dagny curled up around him, their eyes closed and the sound of their loud breathing no longer there.

“Aunt Toph?” Yakira inquired.

The old earth bender turned and smiled softly at the sight of the four girls standing there.

“I was wondering when he would finally decide to give himself a break. For as long as I have known your father, he never once went easy on himself. He took it upon himself to make up for those years of hunting Aang and in a way, I believe he blamed himself for all the things that happened to your mother in her childhood.”

The old woman turned back to Zuko and fondly touched his shoulder before leaning over to plant a kiss on his forehead.

“Rest now old friend,” she said gently. “You have waited too long.”

“Aunt Toph…” Ena whispered. “Does that mean….” The girl didn’t have to finish her sentence for everyone present saw how absolutely still Zuko was…. His chest no longer rising and falling with breath, his eyes closed and his face ashen white to match the paleness of his lips. His arms lay limp by his sides and he was unmoving just like the dragons.

“Fire Lord Izumi!” A maid cried, running into the room and not even noticing Zuko on the bed, her eyes wide.

“What is it Rose?” Izumi asked.

The maid clapped her hands happily. “You know how the peach and apple trees were late to bloom? They all bloomed just now! Every last blossom burst! It was amazing!” Once the girl had run back out of the room to spread to amazing news, the four girls turned back to Toph who had walked over to the window during the exchange and was looking out at the pink and white blossoms floating through the air.

“So, passes, another Yin and Yang,” Toph sighed.

“No….” Chika let out a choked sob, Ena quickly wrapping her in a hug to help muffle her sobs.

While Ena and Izumi tried hard to comfort her while holding back their own tears and failing, Yakira had crossed the room and stood at Zuko’s desk.

“It’s from dad,” she said simply, picking up a piece of paper. “It is addressed to Izumi.” The tall woman strode across the room to take the note out of her sister’s hand and slowly read it aloud.

Dear Izumi,

I do not know if Chika, Ena and Yakira will be in the city by the time you read this but if so, I also address this to them. I know this is unexpected and I know I did not properly say goodbye, but I had a reason. If I said goodbye, then it would appear that I was leaving you when I really am not. I found it hard to believe when we lost your mother that she would really be with us even if she was no longer amongst us physically. But she never really left us, we just had to look for her in the things she left behind: in the love she felt for each of us, in the people and things she touched with her gentleness and even just looking at the stars, I often found myself seeing her even if it was in my heart. I am not leaving you. I would never leave you nor would your mother. It is just time for me to leave you the duties and life that your mother and I shared even in the short time we had together. Chika, Ena and Yakira, you are married and have children of your own who look up to you and depend upon you. It is now your duty to no longer be the daughters but the mothers. Just as your mother and I had to learn how to be parents to Izumi and Rekka without our parents to guide us, you must continue to go on for your children until they no longer need you.

Izumi, the duties as Fire Lord and the peace of the fire nation is now in your hands. Rule well and be the good, kind leader that I know you to be. Rekka knew you better than anyone and I know that he did not give the duties of Fire Lord to you without knowing that you are what the Fire Nation needs.

I love you and remember, your mother and I shall always be with you.

Love from your father,

Zuko

“He just signed his name…. Zuko,” Ena whispered. “Without his title….” “Because he has given the title to Izumi,” Yakira explained, wiping her eyes, suddenly realizing how damp they were.

“No,” Izumi whispered. “That’s not why. It’s because…. That is who he was…. When he met mother. And that is how he chooses to leave. Just himself.” The four girls turned to see that Toph had walked over to where Zuko lay and had placed something between Zuko’s hands… the head piece for the crown prince.

“He may choose to leave just as Zuko, but he will always be the young prince that he was when he first met Shira."

*******

Zuko’s eyes cracked open and he found himself looking at an unfamiliar ceiling. It looked like it was made of pure marble…. But it almost seemed…. otherworldly…. Like Zuko was imagining it.

He tilted his head to the side and saw that there were windows all around the circle shaped room where he lay, the windows filled with lacy white curtains that billowed gently in a soft breeze. Zuko carefully pushed himself into a sitting position when he heard the sound of a small fountain or spring somewhere outside.

He saw that he lay on a large bed, covered in pure white sheets. He wore a pair of white pants and a white shirt over it. The shirt came halfway to his knees and around his waist was a loose white sash.

“Where am I?” he asked and froze.

Something was off…. his voice sounded weird…. Not husky or cracking like he remembered…. But…. Young again. The first thing he thought to do was look down at his hands and he stared when he saw that they were no longer covered in wrinkles but young and strong like when he was a teen.

“No way,” he whispered before reaching up to his face.

His beard was gone and when he ran his fingers through his hair, he found it shorter…. As short as it was when he first became Fire Lord…. Flopping in waves about his eyebrows and ears. As his hands traveled through his hair, his hand grazed over the left side of his face and he froze. Wait….

Slowly he touched the left side of his face and was shocked to no longer feel the rugged or scarred…. But smooth…. Like the rest of his face.

Zuko was snapped out of his thoughts by the gentle sound of a sungi horn. His head snapped around in the direction to find someone sitting in the corner of the room where he hadn’t looked. Sitting in a wicker chair, a sungi horn at his lips sat none other than….

“Uncle?” Zuko gasped.

Iroh stopped playing the horn before opening his eyes to look at his nephew. He smiled before setting the instrument down to approach the young boy. Zuko turned to him as Iroh sat down on the edge of the bed and drew him into a hug.

“We were waiting for you to wake.” He said, stroking his nephew’s hair.

“Uncle, what is going on? Am I dreaming?” Zuko asked. “Am I going through that fever I had in Ba Sing Sa long ago?” Iroh chuckled as he drew back, “No, Prince Zuko. You are not dreaming nor are you in a fever. This is reality.” “But….” Zuko whispered, feeling his face again before grabbing his uncle’s forearms to make sure the man was still there. “My scar…. Is gone…. And I’m younger…. And….aren’t you supposed to be……” “Dead?” Iroh chuckled. “Quite so Prince Zuko.” Zuko’s eyes widened when reality suddenly dawned on him, “So…. I am actually dead….” Iroh smiled before ruffling his hair, “Don’t think of it as a bad thing. You haven’t even gone outside.” “Outside?” Zuko inquired but was cut off when the door of the room flew open.

Both Iroh and Zuko turned to look at who had entered only to have to look down at a small figure who stood in the doorway, eyes wide and a toothy grin on his face.

“DADDY!” Zuko was out of the bed in an instant and his feet had barely touched the floor when the little black-haired boy totaled into him, wrapping his little arms around his neck and burying his face in Zuko’s shoulder.

“You’re awake,” The boy said happily.

Zuko slowly drew back, his eyes wide and mouth open in disbelieving shock. He ran his fingers over the boy’s face, through his hair and over his lids.

“Why aren’t I crying?” Zuko whispered. “I see you for the first time in years and….” “This is not the place of tears daddy,” The little boy chirped, beaming up at him. “You shall never shed tears again.” Zuko sat back on his heels, still holding the small boy in his arms before a smile spread across his face as he pressed his lips to the boy’s forehead.

“Roku.” As Zuko pulled back, he found his uncle standing near the doorway with a smile on his face and Roku pushed away from his father before grabbing his large hand in his little one…. the last time Zuko checked, Roku’s hand had been the one of a grown man…. And now holding the small child’s hand in his…. Made his heart seem to beat all over again.

“Come on daddy!” The boy said as he dragged Zuko out of the room. “Everyone wants to see you!” “Everyone….” Zuko felt his eyes suddenly close as he had to readjust to the lighting outside…. but when he did…. He found himself staring at what appeared to be a massive garden that spread for as far as he could see. Small paths made of pure marble wound all around peach, cherry and apple trees that were blossoming, their white, pink and peach petals falling to the ground. The grass was greener than any he had ever seen and littered with beautiful white roses that grew in abundance.

“Father?” a voice whispered from nearby.

Zuko turned and felt his heart stop when he saw a young boy sitting with his back against an apple tree, a pure white book in his hands, the lettering on the cover of gold that seemed to glow. The boy dropped the book onto the grass, a dove immediately flying over to take the book for him before he jumped to his feet.

The boy’s golden hair flopped in his face as he rushed over toward Zuko before wrapping his arms tightly around his abdomen.

“Father,” the boy breathed against his father’s chest, “You’re here.” Zuko bit his lip, feeling as if tears were coming but instead, a laugh erupted from him and he beamed as he hugged his son to him.

“Katsu.” Zuko looked down at his son as Katsu pulled away from him, a huge smile on his face before Katsu turned and nodded toward something nearby. Zuko lifted his eyes and almost choked on his own breathing when he saw several figures approaching.

The first person he recognized was his mother…. at her side was Kiyi…. Who was just a little girl again…. Ikem holding onto her other hand.

“Zuko,” Ursa said gently, embracing her son before Kiyi gave him a mighty hug.

“Mother,” Zuko gasped but he cut himself off from further words when he saw the other people with her, “No way…. Aang?” Zuko felt the air snapped out of him, literally, when the avatar, young, spry and completely bald again flew into him with a laugh. Zuko barely had time to catch his breath before he was drawn into a massive group hug consisting of Katara, Sokka and Suki.

“Group hug!” Sokka chirped.

“This is so strange,” Zuko said, pulling back to look at each of them. “It feels like yesterday I saw you all gray haired and old…” “That is insulting,” A familiar voice remarked.

Zuko didn’t have to look around Sokka’s head to know who stood on the other side. Sokka finally stepped to the side to reveal three tall figures walking toward them. The three tall figures turned out to be male, two of them with dark hair and the other blond. Hanging on the arm of the tallest brunette was a petite, agile girl with a long brown braid and upon the other brunette’s arm was a black-haired girl with a calm expression but kind eyes.

“Kaname, Hirako, Mitsuru,” Zuko whispered, staring at each of the young Trusangs, “Ty Lee and Mei.”

“Welcome Zuko!” Ty Lee chirped happily.

Kaname released Ty Lee’s hand, leaving the girl to walk over to a group of children who were picking roses who Zuko recognized as Ken, Kara, Tanya as well as Hirako and Toph, Aang and Katara, Sokka and Suki and Mitsuru and Mei’s children.

“Welcome brother,” Kaname said, giving Zuko a firm hug before stepping back. “I believe there is someone who particularly wishes to see you.” The tall man stepped to the side and Zuko’s mouth dropped as another young figure approached him…. young…. possibly in his early teens with pale blond hair but fiery amber eyes….

“Rekka,” Zuko gasped.

“Father!” The young boy cried, rushing over to wrap his arms around Zuko’s neck and bury his face in his chest. “You’re home!” “Mother has been dying to see you!” Katsu added.

Roku was just about to agree with his brothers when Zuko tensed and the three boys stopped, realizing what they had said.

“What?” Zuko inquired.

“Hello Zuko,” A gentle voice said from behind.

Zuko felt like everything slowed and even though a part of him wanted to snap and spin around, he slowly turned to see Kaname and Mitsuru step to the side to reveal a petite figure who stood behind them…. Golden hair falling to her waist in a long loose braid, eyes as blue as the sky that outshone the stars. A smile that seemed to put the sun to shame….

“Shira….”

************

Unlike the time earlier when Zuko rushed forward to embrace the person before him, he slowly approached the girl. She was young again…. Just like he was… she looked like she did when she got her memories back… still petite, slender and seemingly glowing.

When Zuko finally stood before her, he hesitantly reached out, wondering if when he touched her, she would just turn out to be an illusion or a trick of the light…. But he couldn’t help but want to touch her. She seemed so real. When finally, his fingers came in contact with the side of her head, Zuko let out a shaky breath he didn’t realize he was holding before he snatched the girl to him, clutching her against his chest as if afraid that if he released her, she would dissolve.

“It’s okay Zuko,” the girl cooed into his chest, wrapping her arms around his abdomen, “I’m here.” Zuko buried his face in her long hair, breathing in her scent and sighing, “Do you know how I fell asleep expecting to find you next to me only to be greeted by an empty bed? I would see you everywhere…. In the garden, at the docks, in the hallways and when I touched you…. You would just….” “Sh,” Shira said gently, pulling back to cup his cheeks in her hands. “That’s in the past. I will never leave you again.” Zuko felt his body shaking at her words before he grasped her behind the head and pulled her flush against him, kissing her soundly for the first time in years.

When he pulled back, he felt some sort of peace wash over him and he grinned at her.

“You look different without your scar,” Shira pointed out, touching the left side of his face which was as smooth as baby skin.

“It sort of scared me when I woke,” Zuko admitted, touching Shira’s hand and holding it to his face.

Shira smiled softly up at him before she turned her head to look at the two small figures who had come to stand beside her. The girl smiled before leaning down to scoop Roku into her arms. The little boy then held out his arms to Zuko who immediately complied and lifting him onto his hip while Katsu came to stand close to Shira, the girl wrapping her arm around her son’s shoulders.

Rekka came to stand on Shira’s other side before allowing her to wrap her arm around his shoulders as well, resting his head against his shoulder since the young boy almost reached Shira’s shoulder.

“I have something to show you,” Shira said, smiling knowingly as she walked off, still holding onto Katsu’s hand and Rekka following close behind.

Zuko glanced down at Roku in his arms, the little boy giving him a toothy grin and a big joggling nod. Making up his mind, Zuko followed his wife and two eldest sons as they walked down the marble path through the flower petals that seemed to perpetually fall.

It was not a far walk and soon, Zuko caught up to Shira who had stopped in front of what appeared to be a large arch made of wood…. But one side of the arch was pure white and the other was jet black…. wait…. That sounded familiar….

“You may recognize this,” Shira said. “Do you remember that time before Roku was born when I took you into the spirit world and showed you the Tree of the Yin and Yang?” Zuko paused when suddenly the memory came back, “Right. And the statues that showed each generation of Yin and Yang.” Shira nodded, beaming, “Well, one thing I learned when I came here after I died was that the Spirit World has glimpses of heaven. Obviously, some parts of the Spirit World are not glimpses of heaven like Ka’s lair and so forth, but many places in the Spirit World are little bits and pieces of heaven. This is one of them.” Zuko set Roku down, the boy going over to grasp Katsu’s hand and watch as their father stepped through the arch with their mother. When Zuko looked upon the giant tree, the branches weaving into the shape of the Yin and Yang, groups of black and white statues circling the tree in a spiral fashion.

The boy was snapped out of his thoughts when Shira grabbed his hand and drew him over to where the statues stood. Zuko saw that they all looked the same…. Except there were a few extra statues than he remembered. It took him a moment but soon he realized who they were. The most present: Korra and Mako. Before them stood Rayne and Seema, then Izumi and Rekka and….

“Look,” Shira said, pulling Zuko over to the fourth most recent, only for Zuko to see that they were different than before.

When Shira had taken Zuko to the spirit world when they were younger…. And alive, the statues representing Zuko and Shira were of when they were babies, their parents holding them. Now, the fifth to most recent statue was Zuko’s mother, Ursa hugging Shira’s mother, Yakira.

The statue after them: four to most recent…. Were two young children. They looked to be roughly about early fourteen years old. The girl was petite, barely reaching the boy’s shoulder. They had their backs to each other, but their hands were laced together, their free hands lifted, fire coming from the boy’s hand and ice from the girl’s.

“They changed,” Zuko whispered, approaching the two statues before touching the face of the boy. “It’s…. me….” Shira smiled as Zuko touched the part of the statue, which was obviously his scar that he possessed, when he was alive. The boy then walked over and touched the face of the statue of Shira…. Her face round and smiling, it was as if he could see her blue eyes even though they were white from the stone.

Zuko almost jumped when Shira hugged him from behind, burying her face in his back, sighing. “Everything will be alright from now on.” “And the girls?” Zuko inquired, “Izumi…. Ena…. Yakira and Chika?”

Shira smiled, “They are alright. Feel….” The girl drew back before placing her hand on Zuko’s chest and the boy felt a strange sort of relief rush over him…. and for a moment, he thought he could see the smiling faces of his four little girls…. all young again…. And happy.

“What does your heart tell you?” Shira whispered.

Zuko’s eyes flashed open before he smiled, pulling Shira flush against him and burying his face in her hair, “That they are happy…. and that makes me happy.” Shira smiled, wrapping her arms around his abdomen and feeling Katsu, Rekka and Roku come over to join in the hug.

“You know,” Shira muttered against Zuko’s chest, smirking. “As ironic as this sounds, you set my heart on fire.” Zuko chuckled, the sound rumbling in his chest. “Really? Even though I am the one with the fire, I think it was you Shira, who set me aflame.”

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