#please no one mention this degenerate piece of writing to me ever again

[moondirti]

(first time doing a ask bare with me)

pretty please a continue of the house distribution thing. the fic where she does military housing to afford rent. just a continuation please 🙏🏽

feel free to skip if your mind is just blank with ideas for it x

simon riley / afab! reader • part one cw: dubcon, intoxication, spanking, wedgies, degradation, dacryphilia, very mild puppy play (mostly just pet names)

"Well, aren' you a sight."

Much like the lamplight, his voice is low. Mocking, almost. You'd think he were amused if it weren't for the dangerous way his eyes assess your sorry state, raking the lines of your bare legs to the way your dress wraps tight around your chest. It almost escapes you that he's maskless at first, so entranced by the glint of his pupils, the shadowed irises that pinch a deep, very primal nerve in you.

His lips curl into an uneven sneer, scar dissecting the bottom and running down to his chin. You wipe your nose with the heel of your hand, giving your best attempt at an apathetic shrug.

"I had fun."

"Did'ya now?" He laughs humourlessly. "Mus' have different ideas of fun, me and you. Can' see the fun in getting pissed out'f my mind, worryin' the people in your life by stayin' out s'late."

Spite flares, fear slinking back your throat to make room for the petulance that froths on your tongue like venom. It completely poisons his admission to the fact that he'd been worried, turns it into something pathetic and hypocritical. You storm closer. Wild. Angry.

"That's fucking rich coming from you. What is your idea of fun, then, Lieutenant? Tormenting women who open up their home to you? Walking in on them in the bathroom, pissing all over the fucking seat? Does it grant you satisfaction to make people so uncomfortable that they'd rather be anywhere but with you?"

His jaw tenses, a "careful, pet." grunted under his breath, but he makes no move to stop you. Just continues sitting on your couch, legs spread, simmering. Waiting for you to tire out.

"Shut the fuck up. Oh my god. Oh my god. I can hardly be at bloody peace in my own house anymore! You're- You're... A fucking nightmare, Riley! So excuse me if I went out and enjoyed myself when I haven't been able to do so in weeks!"

By the end of your little tirade, you're an even worse mess than you had been before. Flyaways stick to your sweaty temple, mascara rims your blown eyes. Your panting does nothing to calm the frantic race of your heart, which beats at your ribcage like doldrums to war. You can feel the effects of it everywhere; your pulse, hot and quick, at your eyebrow, your wrists, the arch of your foot.

Riley stands. Your lip trembles.

You're so close now that your gaze is level with his chest. Tall. You'd forgotten how tall he was. Or how wide. Or dangerous. His biceps – bare given his tight-fitted t-shirt, tree-trunk large and enough to crush watermelons – tense, and all-too-suddenly, you find your jaw clutched in a bruising grip. He jerks your head up so your eyes meet his.

"Simon." He mutters. "But you don't get to call me tha', or anything at all but Sir."

"Letmegomff–" You're rendered mute when his thumb and forefinger press your cheeks together, but that certainly doesn't stop you from whining.

"Y'wanna know my idea of a good time?" Purely rhetorical, of course. Aside from not being able to answer him, it doesn't matter what you want. There's a clear direction this seems to be heading towards – someplace where the hand pawing your ass continues lower, or where the length in his pants fits down your throat. Someplace not unwelcome by you, despite the way you thrash and cry in his arms. "It's putting foul things like you in their place."

He shucks your dress over your ass, the fabric bunching around your waist, and hooks a fist in the waistline of your soaked panties. Your mind is so foggy, influenced by shitty tequila and the subspace Simon bullies you into embracing, that you don't process the cause of your pain immediately. Don't correlate it to the way he pulls upward, your underwear bunching into a tight line that cleaves between your ass-cheeks and rubs abrasively against your poor clit. Don't– can't confront it until the force literally picks you up off the floor, toes barely touching the ground, held up by a wedgie and the grip around your jaw alone.

Tears spring to your lash line, tracing miserable treks down your cheeks. His thumb swipes what it can away, pushing the salty water into your mouth, and stays there while you lap at his calloused fingertips.

"There we go. Look at you, brainless mutt. Jus' need something on your cunt and something in your mouth to keep you quiet, hm? Happy to hang li'e this for hours, I bet."

Your muffled yell is met with another laugh, thumb pushing deeper into your mouth to shut you up.

"Shh, I know. Still need'ta be taught a lesson. I haven' forgotten." The stitches on your panties begin to tear, the rips loud and relieving, especially when you start to sag back down to the floor. Simon doesn't take it with any kind of urgency, though he cocks his head at the way you blink up at him, lashes fanning in rapid succession. An unspoken, desperate plea. "Was gonna hold out, get you sobered up for your punishment. But you're practically itchin' for it, aren' you?"

He puppets your head into an enthusiastic nod, which he meets with a faux huff.

"Course you are." The forbearing quality of his tone is promptly betrayed by the way you're manhandled over his lap. Pivoting one hand opposite to the other, he's able to sit on the couch and get you thrown over his thighs in a mere matter of seconds. "Normally I'd make y'count, but I figure you're too far gone for that. Jus' try to keep your wailing quiet."

Your underwear gives in with a final tug, ripping from the soaked gusset to become nothing but a flimsy piece of fabric around your hips. Simon swipes the tattered remains off your raised bottom, taking longer than necessary to smooth over the area. It's all the indication you need to what's coming – his rough palm teases the nerve endings below your softer skin, bringing them to frenzied life. Preparing them to hurt.

When he breaks away, you hold your breath.

The air behind you whistles as his hand comes down.

A sharp, resounding crack fractures the baited silence of the room. Your mouth flies open. Searing pain roars across your backside like wildfire, worsening every second it's exposed to open elements. Your scream is belated, thunder to the lightening, tearing from your throat only after the initial shock subsides.

A series of lighter blows land on alternating cheeks, two fingers returning to gag you through the onslaught. Unlike his thumb, these reach the very back of your tonsils, prompting wet gags as they fondle with your throat. Drool dribbles from the corners of your lips, slicking your chin with lipstick-tinted fluid.

"Fuckin' beautiful when you're not givin' an attitude, puppy. All stupid and submissive, cunt droolin' on my lap."

You groan, choke, then cry some more when his spanks grow incrementally harsher again. Gratefully, they're never in the same place twice. He beats the top of your thighs, your lower back, the sides of your hips. Your cheeks especially, which start to emit a steady kind of heat the longer he keeps it up.

Eventually, as a matter of coping, your brain starts to consider the cruel sting as pleasurable instead, sending little bolts of pleasure directly to your clit every time his hand comes down on your ass. It swells, fattening up with blood, pressing tighter against the steady mass of his thigh. Inadvertently, you start rutting against it to find more of the same relief, humping his leg like the dog he's making you out to be.

It doesn't escape his notice, of course.

His foot pushes one of your flailing ankles outward so that your legs are spread, pussy made vulnerable to his scrutiny. The next slap is thus aimed straight at your fluttering hole, slick doing nothing to affect his deadly precision. When it lands, it lands exactly where he meant for it to, and introduces you to a whole other degree of pain that has you seeing stars. You're openly bawling around his fingers now, vision so cloudy you can't tell light from dark.

"Didn' like tha', did you?"

"Nngh– nmmph!"

"There's more where it came from, pup. Best listen to everythin' I say from now on, then, 'less you wan' your little hole beat black 'n' blue."

Simon stresses his point by tracing the seam of your cunt, collecting the lubrication there to smear across the hotspot at the top. Presses into it. Grants you a little gratification, as if to say: and here's what you can have if you behave.

"You gonna be a good pet?"

This time, he withdraws his fingers from your maw. Expects a response, even though it takes you ages to recover from the lack of oxygen. You swallow the saliva pooling behind your teeth, inhaling ragged gasps that make your lungs ache.

He pinches your clit when you take too long. Lightly, but it's enough.

"Yes! Yes, s-sir. I'll be good."

#please no one mention this degenerate piece of writing to me ever again #simon 'ghost' riley x reader #tw dubcon #༄dee answers #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon 'ghost' riley #simon riley #ghost #x afab reader #call of duty #cod

[takerfoxx]

Well, in honor of the Rebellion sequel FINALLY being announced, here’s something I was going to do today anyway! Here’s the second part of the crew of Walpurgis Nights watch The Rebellion Story, stretching from Madoka arriving at the school to Hitomi’s nightmare!

Note: I originally was going to write this as one big piece and release it all at once, but then I realized what a dumb idea that would be, so it’s going to get released in chunks as they’re finished.

Note the 2nd: Every time a prolonged conversation takes place, just assume that they’re pausing the movie to talk.

Reminder:

G=Gretchen

H=Homulilly

Op=Ophelia

Ok=Oktavia

Ca=Candeloro/Mami

Ch=Charlotte

...

G: You know, I can’t get over Tavi having legs, or Fee having hair.

Op: It does look good, I gotta say. Must’ve been a bitch to keep it looking so fresh though.

Ch: And probably sets fewer low-hanging branches alight or set off fewer sprinklers.

Op: As far as you know. That style is smokin’

…

H: Seeing all those boys is…weird.

Ch: I know what you mean. I mean, I can picture what they look like, and I’ve seen recreations, but even still…

G: It is interesting to think about. I mean, here it’s perfectly normal for girls to get into relationships with other girls. But there girls like us would be a minority.

Op: Can’t imagine why. Now that I’m seeing them…not really getting the appeal. They don’t even have tits!

Ch: I guess you had to be there.

Ok: Hey, is it true that girls who liked other girls got picked on a lot?

Ca: Well, that’s an oversimplification of a serious problem, and I certainly never saw it happen. But then, I was a little…sheltered. And yes, in some places of the world, that does unfortunately happen. And worst.

G: Poor girls.

Ch: And guys. It happens to the gay guys too.

Op: I never got the gay thing. I mean, using the word as an insult. Like, why would that even be something to be ashamed of?

Ca: That’s…a really complicated question, and I’m not sure I’m really qualified to explain.

G: Well, I think they’re just being silly! I don’t see how anyone could see anything wrong with this!

=Gretchen leans over to give Homulilly a small kiss on the lips. Homulilly is more than happy to reciprocate=

Op: GAAAAY!

=Homulilly smacks Ophelia upside the head=

Ca: All of…that aside, I have to say, this is sort of nostalgic.

Ch: Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?

Ca: Oh, relax. I mean, just this. The school. The girls and the boys. The uniforms. Don’t worry, I’m not going to be struck with an uncontrollable desire for penis.

Op: Though if you do, I know a girl who-

Ca: Thank you, Ophelia. Please don’t finish that thought.

…

Op: Ha. Still a rebel, even then.

Ca: You were. You definitely were. Even more than this version. At least this version of you is going to school.

Op: And Tavi’s the goody-goody, sneaking off…hold up.

Ok: What?

Op: Rewind it a bit.

Ch: Okay…?

Op: So, does this version of me and Oktavia…do we live together?

Ch: Huh?

H: What?

Op: How would she know about me slacking on my homework after school if she wasn’t there? Like, in the same house?

Ca: W-Well, friends visit after school, sometimes to work on homework…

Ok: No, I’m going with Ophelia. We were totally shacking up. I mean, look at us. Look how irritated I am with her. That is love.

Ca: Girls, I hate to burst your bubble, but nobody was actually dating anyone back then.

Op: Oh, come on! Look at us!

Ok: Yeah, I mean the only other explanation is…

=silence=

Op: Is what? What are you…Oh, my God.

G: What’s wrong?

=Ophelia and Oktavia both start to look very uncomfortable=

Op: Candy, tell us the honest truth here: are we sisters?

Ca: What?!

Ch: Oh my God, I’m not hearing this.

Op: If you hid it so we wouldn’t freak out, I understand, but we really need to know-

Ca: No! No, you are not sisters, and you did not live together in our timeline! You knew each other for little over a month when we died, and only really got along for about two weeks!

Op: Oh, thank the flames.

Ok: Whew.

Ca: Seriously, what’s wrong with you? I already told you your stories.

G: Yeah, and Hitomi’s known Oktavia and me for a very long time! I think she’d mention it if you two were related.

H: Plus you look nothing alike. At all.

Ok: Okay! Okay! It was a momentary slip of stupid! We panicked! Leave us alone.

H: Would you two have stopped dating if it turned out you were related?

=Ophelia and Oktavia exchange looks=

Op: Probably not.

Ok: Nope.

Ch: Great. Now that we’ve established yet again how degenerate you two are, can we please continue the movie?

…

G: Huh?

Ok: What’s her deal?

Ca: I…kind of remember her? She was a teacher, and I think I had her my first year. But it’s been so long that-

Op: This lady’s bugging.

Ch: Too many shots in her coffee.

Op: I don’t think that’s alcohol.

Ok: Look at the class. Look at us! We’re all as confused as…we are…huh.

Ch: Don’t think about it too hard.

Op: Okay, seriously! Who allowed this lady around children?

Ca: I can remember her being a little eccentric, but this is on a whole new level.

Ch: Well, as the first few minutes proved, this whole city’s totally drugged out of its mind.

G: Does she want the world to end?

Ok: You know, I’m kind of feeling her.

G: Eh?!

Ok: Okay, look! Way back in the day, before I had a reliable gig, I used to sub every now and then for the FIB’s music department, and let me tell you, after a couple days of trying to keep those sand crabs under control, the apocalypse wasn’t sounding too bad!

Ch: How bad does her class have to be for her to go that far off the deep end?

Ok: Well, me and Fee are in the class.

=Ophelia snickers=

G: Oh, I saw Hitomi!

H: Fantastic.

Ok: I thought you two were cool now.

H: Eh…

Ch: Hey, kids! It’s time to play, “Spot the important characters!”

Ca: Did our hair really stand out that much? I distinctly remember other kids having bright hair colors!

Ch: Well, if you have a bunch of characters that you’re only animating for one scene, then you gotta skimp on some of the details.

…

G: Oh, there you are, Lilly!

Ca: Okay, this part I remember as being fairly accurate.

H: Huh?

Ca: I mean the bit about you being a transfer student and having been in the hospital for a while.

H: Ah.

=pause=

H: My God, I look stupid.

G: Don’t say that! You look cute!

H: Did I really wear my hair like that?

Ca: Well, no. You wore it straight. And I don’t remember there being glasses.

…

Ca: This part…is different though.

G: Really? How so?

Ca: I didn’t know Homulilly before she showed up.

Op: Yeah, you talked about that before. She just sort of appeared out of nowhere one day?

Ca: Yes. And pretty much just…aggressively inserted herself into our group. I mean, she wasn’t rude about it, but…

H: I was a time-traveler trying to save the only person that had ever cared about me from a terrible fate and had already failed several times. No doubt I wanted to skip the pleasantries.

Ca: I’m s-sorry, I didn’t mean to imply anything negative.

H: No offense taken.

Ok: So basically, you had reloaded your save over and over and was skipping the cutscenes so you could get to work on the part you were having trouble on.

H: That is…a remarkably accurate way of putting it. At least I assume that was the reason. I don’t know anything other than I was told, and to be quite frank, I’m glad of it.

Op: Hear fuckin’ hear.

Ok: Cheers. Oh, uh, sorry, Candy.

Ca: Don’t worry about it.

…

Ok: Well, Candy’s really talking you up. Guess you were kind of an ass-kicker, Homulilly.

H: No, it’s like the other version of me said. I was probably in a support role.

Ch: What, with the time-stop thing?

H: Yes.

Ok: Support role, my scaly ass! That is like the most OP power ever! I mean, what could I do?

=pause=

Ok: Uh, that wasn’t a rhetorical question. Candy, what could I do?

Ca: Oh, uh. In addition to your sword, you could use boost pads to jump and heal very quickly.

Op: So a tank, basically.

Ok: See? Just take and give damage! Basic as hell! Now time-stop, that’s a power with some class!

Ch: Plus time-travel.

Ok: Yeah, that’s like the jackpot of unfair.

H: Didn’t do me any good. We all died anyway.

Op: We’re chilling in our expensive, two-story house in a really nice neighborhood watching all this on our expensive big-screen instead of getting our asses beat every night and worrying about homework. I’d say things worked out.

…

Op: GAAAAAAY!

Ca: Oh, come on. It’s just hand-holding.

Op: Look at that blush! Look at it!

H: She has a point. By all accounts I was already pretty infatuated with Gretchen.

=Gretchen blushes=

Ca: Fair enough. GAAAAAAY!

=group cracks up=

Op: Though, seriously. Were any of us straight?

Ca: Well, Oktavia did have that crush on that one boy that supposedly started the whole trouble, and I had a couple of crushes of my own.

Ok: Did you not see me earlier in the movie? I at the very least bisexual!

Op: Or Kyoko-sexual. Everyone’s gay for Kyoko! Even the boys are gay for Kyoko!

G: I don’t really know what that means.

Op: It means the boys find me incredibly attractive, but in a gay sort of way.

G: I still don’t know what that means!

=Oktavia leans over to whisper something in Gretchen’s ear. Gretchen’s eyes go wide=

G: Oooohhhh…

…

Ch: A month? So do the landscape shots just mean a time-skip?

Ok: Okay, we were joking just now, but this is pretty explicitly romantic.

H: As I said, it was at least on my end. Though I don’t understand why he has to be there.

Ca: He was always around, unfortunately. I’m mainly wondering why he’s being so quiet. Or catlike.

H: Why, was he talkative?

Ca: Very.

Op: Huh. Maybe that’s why we got Cheese. We were just used to the animal companion that wouldn’t shut the hell-

=Cheese starts screeching from the other room=

C: Pickinilly! Pickidelly! Picadely whore!

Ch: Great, now you’ve set him off.

=Cheese flies into the room and lands on Homulilly’s flower. She tries not to laugh as he prances about before spying the movie playing=

C: Rat bastard! Rat bastard! Rat bastard!

Op: Where’d he learn that? I didn’t teach him that.

C: Rat bastard! Rat bastard!

Ch: Oh, for the love of…Here, I’ll take him.

=Charlotte offers Cheese her arm, and takes him outside=

Op: I’ll say this: the bird might be a pain in the ass sometimes, but he is smart.

Ok: …did anyone else see the freaking dirigibles flying around in the background, or just me?

….

Op: Shit, those are a lot of airships. Hey, Candy-

Ca: No, those are new also.

Op: Something’s seriously off about this timeline, then.

Ch: Who the hell is that?

G: Oh! It’s Hitomi!

H: Of course it is.

Ch: Huh. Guess she does get more than a cameo.

Op: Jesus Christ, does her entire family all sleep in the same bed? You could fit an entire studio apartment into that thing!

G: Well, we were apparently all pretty well off.

Op: You had a normal-sized twin with a bunch of stuffed animals. She’s captaining the HMS Spoiled Rotten in there.

G: She’s not spoiled!

Op: Look, there are like three queen-sized beds between the six of us. You could put them all together and they still wouldn’t be as big as that monstrosity!

Ch: Isn’t she like living with three other girls now?

G: So? That doesn’t mean anything. Lots of people have roommates.

H: They’re dating.

G: What? What are you talking about? That’s silly to just assume-

Ok: Gretch. C’mon. It’s not a secret.

G: B-But-

Ok: Poly relationships happen all the time.

G: I…how did you find out?

Ok: You do know that I talk to her too, right? And honestly, you’re making more of it than she is.

G: I guess so.

Op: She should’ve brought that bigass bed with her, then. Gotten some use out of it.

…

H: Who’s she calling?

Ok: Oh boy.

Op: Well, well, well! Violin-boy!

Ok: Fantastic. Hey! I sold my soul for you! Hope it was worth it!

Ch: Er, you okay?

Ok: Yeah, I’m fine. I am pretty curious though.

Op: Oh! Stood the fuck up!

Ch: Wow, he just shot his own rich girlfriend down to play with his stringy stick!

Ok: Violins are way more than just stringy sticks! But yeah, he did shoot her right down, didn’t he? Starting to think I dodged a bullet.

H: You literally died.

Ok: I know what I said.

Op: I guess Hitomi dodged the same bullet. Traded in one deadbeat for three smokin’ hot girlfriends. Can’t see how that’s not a win!

G: Uh, her family? Whom she still remembers?

Op: Er…yeah. That’s a good point.

…

Op: Oh, she mad.

Ca: Teenage relationships are just like that sometimes. You feel all these big emotions and-Huh.

Ch: And you throw up yarn all over your room? What’s going on here?

Ok: We’re back on that weird shit again, aren’t we?

Op: Does she not notice any of this?

Ok: She just got shot down by her own boyfriend. Cut her some slack.

Op: Did the bed just…Okay, it ate her. It ate her and threw up even more yarn.

Ca: This is all getting very…witch-like.

G: I thought only Puella Magi could become witches.

Ca: So did I. But clearly my knowledge is very obsolete.

Op: Goddamn, Homulilly! You butterfly-effected the universe something crazy!

H: How is this my fault?

Ch: Oh, there’s another freaky teddy-bear. At least we know how they’re made.

Ok: Teenaged angst?

Ch: Most terrifying force known to mankind.

#WN Rebellion MST

[icharchivist]

Could you write up a script/summary for their (Percy + Sandy) interaction? I'm interested too. 👀

HI NONNY!

i haven't written in forever i'm so rusty and i don't know how well i can fill that but let's try

(also i don't know how much i can write a script, if only because those two's way of speaking would drive me to tears trying to figure out the flow of their sentences.)

And it depends whenever we, indeed, acknowledge the wmtsb's incident

I could see perhaps a meeting in Sandalphon's coffeeplace. After all, what kind of future king would Percival be if he didn't make sure to know every corner of the Grancypher, every little business in it, and made sure they were going well? And besides, it is coffee. As a connaisseur, it would also be his duty to make sure that there is nothing but top quality on his vassals' ship.

Once Sandalphon would have offered him a cup of his best coffee, Percival would call out to discuss with him.

It would ensue an overly long and complicated conversation about coffeebeans, how to take care of it, their harvest ect.

"Oho. It's the first i hear anyone having such knowledge about coffee before that point." Sandalphon would probably remark.

"Mph. Naturally. Knowing about the quality of what one drink is essential, after all."

"I can assure you that there is only quality under my care. No one knows coffee better than i do."

"That much i could figure, after such a coffee."

While Percival can be pretty prideful and boastful about his own knowledge, i doubt he'd go as far as to oppose to that statement made by a primal who clearly has a long history of experience.

On there would be build a rather good and jovial conversation about coffee.

Eventually, Percival will bring up that he does have, under his care, a coffee harvest place for the Kopi Leol. I don't really want to think about how the conversation would go in details because i think Sandalphon would be interested in the idea at first, then get really heated up about hearing about the process to make the coffee and Percival could grow rather defensive about this answer, and it would look maybe a little similar to the conversation with Vane in the Bistro event, probably adding its lot of "It's nonsense! Complete Nonsense!" as Sandalphon learns about the process.

But i also think Percival would manage to stay more calm than he was with Vane, and eventually, "It would be better for you to test it before writing it off. Unless a pro like you would be unable to make use of this particular taste?"

Yeah i can see him lightly provoke Sandalphon and Sandalphon being picked enough that he would eventually concede to the challenge.

Now honestly, i'll leave it up in the air if Sandalphon approves or not that coffee ahah.

But i do think there would be a common ground and a conversation held in polite, but albeit quite smug atmosphere.

Eventually the conversation would stray away from coffee and start talking about the crew, MC, Lyria and Vyrn.

Both could quickly realize that they have similar strength, both being swordmen and at ease with the use of light magic. as fighters they could discuss more about their skillsets.

"So you are a primal, correct?" the conversation would go further. "May i ask, what are you focusing on?"

"I inherited the duty to watch over the skies." Sandalphon would answer in a firm way, not wanting to elaborate further on his situation with a man who's merely a stranger at this point.

"A heavy responsibility." Percival would comment. "You have my sympathy."

"And what were your motivation on joining this crew?" Sandalphon would question.

Percival would pause before answering, judging to which length he could discuss it with the primal, until he figures that if their Captain trust him, then so can Percival.

"I am Percival, Prince of Wales, and future King. The Captain is my vassal and we sought to build a country untouched by war, protected by peace."

"... That's quite the ambition. And the responsibility."

"And i intend to see it through."

"With the Singularity on your side and their unability to give up, i suspect you may indeed."

A chuckle. For a moment, they would relate to one another. While different scales, their goal is to protect the world they come to care about. Both of them followed the Captain because this was the best way to do that... and both of them ended up caring about them, after all.

From then on the conversation can actually shift over that. On their mutual respect for the Captain, and on their responsibilities as people who are set to protect a huge group of people. The nuances, due to the different scales, but still an understanding to be had, calm and composed.

Further in the conversation:

"May i ask, how did you meet the Captain?" Percival asks.

A silence. Awkward. "That's... a long story." Sandalphon gets uncomfortable, avoiding the way Percival is looking at him, frowning at this answer.

Sandalphon figured he shouldn't mention that he almost killed their Captain when they met. It's not something he'd bring up to people he doesn't know, but having talked a little with Percival make it certain that it is an incredibly bad idea.

It's not like Percival doesn't know that some of their crewsmate had a rocky start with the Captain so he doesn't push. He doesn't know how far it extends with Sandalphon and perhaps he shouldn't press. If he's on the ship, it's because the Captain trust him after all, right...?

The only way i could see the shoe drop would be because the Captain, Lyria and Vyrn, passed by the coffeeshop and saw those two discuss and decided to join in. What an odd pair, they comment, but surely this can be interesting.

They discuss of what they've discussed so far, of the fact they seem to get along pretty well. Everything is going pretty fine, in general.

I don't have the set up for it but then at some point, Sandalphon ends up teasing the Captain a little. And the Captain decides to give it back with their most trusty weapon:

"Oh Sandalphon, your fingers are delicate."

Not the day Sandalphon was specifically thinking about how much he shouldn't bring up that one day! He gets flustered, a bit panicked and alarmed.

"A-Again with that??? Could you please not use it on me anytime you want to get your way?? I admit of my folly but-"

"Your folly?" Percival's voice butt in, frowning, trying to figure out the meaning of this exchange.

Sandalphon realizes that he is setting himself up into a very. very bad situation. He sends another alarmed glance to the Captain, who also realizes that the situation isn't wise. Like, sure they love to tease Sandalphon with it, but knowing Percival, this is not something that should be said. Lyria too, seems to pick up the situation and she starts to panic.

"It's nothing!" Lyria tries to cover up. "They're just joking around it's fine!"

Clearly something is /not/ fine though, and Percival frowns further.

.. Vyrn however didn't seem to get the memo:

"Isn't that what you told them when you threw them o-MRPH"

The Captain immediately reaches to Vyrn and put their hand on his mouth, trying to shut him up. Now something is definitely strange. Sandalphon is wincing and Lyria seems even more agitated than ever.

"Threw them....?" his voice is low and menacing. "Threw them where?"

"Nowhere!!!!" Lyria tries to cover up. "No where! It's a joke right Vyrn... right????"

"A-Ah... right!" Vyrn finally understands, as the Captain is finally letting him go. "Right! He didn't throw them out from an island or anyth- oh."

Wincing from everyone around the table. The expression on Percival's face turn darker and darker, reminiscent of Aglovale's darkest times - you can see the uncanny family ressemblance.

"Next time i slice you off you lizard." Sandalphon hisses a threat under his breath to Vyrn, realizing how bad this whole situation is for him.

"I DIDN'T MEAN-"

"So it's true." Percival is calm, too calm, like the calm before the storm.

"But i'm alive!!" The Captain puts themselves in front of Sandalphon, putting on their brightest smile. "It was years ago, I'm alive and well, and Sandalphon now knows better, so please calm down."

Easier said than done, but while still angry, hey, the coffeeshop didn't burn down just yet so-

"Please Percival-san!" Lyria pulls on her cutest puppy eyes. "We'll explain everything to you, but don't do anything to Sandalphon, please!"

And it's only because all of them are protecting Sandalphon that nothing degenerates just yet. Percival is willing to listen.

And while upon hearing the tale, the idea of burning Sandalphon to crisp is tempting, he learns to deal with it. In the first few months following this announcement, Percival would be particularly cold to Sandalphon, making it clear that it is only because the Captain asked that this is not escalating.

But after a while and a few battlefield together, and especially seeing how much Sandalphon is protecting them all, he would eventually ease down and let it slide. Sort of.

And that's more or less how i'd see the whole thing play out.

The writing is all over the place because i wasn't settled on making it an actual narrative piece DLKFJDLKF but i hope you don't mind and like this mess of a post o7

Take care!

#the tense used for the writing is all over the place DLKFJD #seems like i couldn't decide if it was a list of HC or an actual narrative writing #ichareply #ichafantalks gbf #ichablogging gbf #ichablogging 4kishi #ichablogging wmtsb #erg #ichablogging gbfhcs

[tiaragqueen]

Odium

✂ Pairing: Yandere! Jackson Wang x Reader

✂ Word Count: 1,4k

✂ Trigger Warning: Mentions of sex, blackmail, possessive and stalking behaviors, stupor, slight degradation, depression, yandere theme.

✂ This story is fictional and for amusement only. I don’t believe any of these members would do this in real life. As always, thank you for reading and I hope you have a good day! [Edited]

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“Beware, beware. Be skeptical of their smiles of plated gold. Deceit so natural, but a wolf in sheep's clothing is more than a warning.” - Wolf In Sheep's Clothing [Set It Off]

          “Oh, so this is the girl you’ve been talking about!”

            The sun illuminated Mrs. Wang's bright features as she stood in the threshold of Wang house. Her eyes glittered like little jewels with a smile that showed the excitement of finally meeting a person so anticipated. Her arms were spread wide, like a mother waiting for her child to embrace her after being separated for a long time.

            It was hard to digest that she was the mother of the lunatic beside you. This woman who displayed an open and welcoming body language to you, a stranger. This woman who hugged you without hesitation. This woman who caressed your face as if you were her long-lost daughter.

            This woman who gazed at you with such a warm look that almost made you break down right here and there had Jackson wasn't present to observe everything.

            It wouldn't be a good thing if you behaved badly, would it?

            You forced a smile, resisting the tears that welled in your eyes. God, how long had it been since the last time you've ever felt the affection of a mother? Three months? Half a year?

            Every day, every second felt like an eternity in that apartment and you yearned for the freedom so you could be reunited with your family again.

            Just for once, that's all you asked for.

            You wanted to apologize to your mother for dismissing her warning of the dangers that lurked in parties. You wanted to apologize for being so fucking naïve. You wanted to apologize for ignoring her attempts in saving you. From yourself, and from this doom.

            So many regrets, so many tears have spent, and so little time to fix them all.

            But what could you, a helpless young woman, do against your possessive boyfriend?

            “Hello, Mrs. Wang.” you murmured, bowing respectfully. Even though you hated her son with every fiber of your being, even though you wanted to break his heart into million pieces the same way he'd broken yours in the past, she was still an elder and - in this case - innocent bystander.

            She wasn't the one at fault here. It was him, and would always be him. And you prayed that she could be your one-way ticket to freedom.

            Yet, how could you report his crimes to her without badmouthing him in the process? How could you convince her that he had degenerated into an obsessive and possessive man? What was the polite way to expose the truth?

            Why did freedom seem so close yet so far to reach?

            “Oh, how polite!” Mrs. Wang squealed, clapping her hands once. Your eyes softened at the sight that reminded you of a happy Jackson every time he saw something endearing.

            The past Jackson.

            The fake Jackson.

            You discreetly clenched your fists, repressing the fond memory. Although you wanted to express these feelings - the emotional baggage that you've carried and hidden in fear of provoking his anger - you knew that there would be a terrible consequence.

            Mrs. Wang stepped forward and pinched your cheeks, unaware of the depressed self that was concealed behind a demure facade. “And cute too! Where did you find her?”

            This wasn't what you were born with.

            This wasn't what you used to be.

            Your old self was much more extroverted; your old self was the kind of girl who bounced up to people and enthusiastically introduced herself. Your old self was the kind of girl who liked to make small talks because she couldn't stand awkward silence. Your old self adorned a beaming face to the world instead of a glum one.

            Your old self was happier than this new self.

            Your old self was fussier than this new self.

            Your old self had twinkles in her eyes instead of dark holes that sucked out every joy from the little things in life. The little things that you often reminisced during your free time. The little things that you used to be grateful for because they made you alive.

            Not happy, but alive nonetheless.

            Jackson blushed, rubbing his nape sheepishly. “I... kinda bumped into her during my first day of college.”

            It had been a cliché encounter; the guy accidentally crashed into the girl when she's carrying a huge stack of books. But the difference was, you weren’t the shy nerd.

            No, you were far from that. The only reason why you'd brought them was that you couldn't afford to repeat a semester just because you'd failed a lot of assignments in the first place.

            If only you rejected his offer to teach you.

            If only you avoided him.

            If only you were a bit sharper to notice that he had been watching you, both from parties and on the campus. That the accident was no accident at all. That he had been waiting around the corner where he knew you’d be passing by soon.

            Like a clueless red riding hood, you’d fallen into a leaf-covered hole the sheep had cleverly set up. And when you looked up to scream - because you’d lost your dignity on that bed after you liquored up your mind and was in an absolute lost - you saw the sheep peeking from the lip of the hole. You didn’t know that he was the culprit yet, and had been relieved to see him.

            Long claws reached for the zipper and slowly pulled it down, revealing a nasty wolf with his sickening grin and gleaming eyes. He spouted on some nonsense about how you belonged to him now - the throbbing pain deep inside you and the purplish markings confirmed it - and it would be useless to run away.

            You had vehemently denied this, even though you couldn’t doubt the validity of that fact. But when he showed you another poof; a heated kiss that instigated his ownership of you, you knew.

            That your world was absolutely ruined.

            That your freedom had been robbed from you.

            That you had given yourself to be manipulated like a fucking puppet in a simple act of blackmail.

            And it was all thanks to your lack of self-control.

            “I must say, Jackson, she’s definitely a keeper!” Mrs. Wang gushed after you demurely answered a barrage of questions from her. From basic things such as your hobbies and the like, to how long you’d been dating him. “You guys are so compatible with each other, I almost feel jealous.”

            Although you were happy with her apparent fondness, you also knew that she had implicitly given him her approval. You might be oblivious in some aspects, but you weren’t entirely stupid either. If there was one lesson during your ‘detainment’, was that you’d learned to be aware of his moods. And the wide, joyous smile displayed his happiness.

            Jackson chuckled and wrapped an arm around you to show her just how much of an affectionate boyfriend he was. You tensed slightly, regardless of how many times he’d done this before. The act didn’t go unnoticed by him too.

            “Thanks, I’m lucky to meet her too.” He rubbed your arm in hope of easing the tension, but it only succeeded in skyrocketing your nerves.

            Did he think that a pure gesture like that could magically solve everything? How fucking naive of him.

            “Aw, you guys are so cute! Wait here while I call your brother first.”

            Your fingers twitched in your lap as you watched Mrs. Wang stood up from the couch, tempting you to grab the hem of her shirt and followed you to God knows where. Anywhere, as long as you didn’t have to be alone with him again. You wouldn’t mind it if she tasked you with other household chores. In fact, that was what you needed right now.

            A distraction.

            “I see that you’ve been very good in acting,” he murmured, destroying any chance of you to approach her and beg her to call the police. Or escape through the backdoor, if they had one. “Very obedient. I like it.”

            His backhanded compliment did nothing to diminish the odium in which he casually sat beside you without any repercussions for his sins.

            “Keep that up, and I might consider giving you a reward.” Jackson tilted your chin up with his other hand and smiled the very same smile that had you fooled in the first place. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

#yandere got7 #yandere kpop au #yandere kpop #kpop yandere #yandere jackson #yandere jackson wang #yandere jackson x reader #yandere jackson wang x reader #yandere got7 story #yandere got7 au #jackson x reader #jackson wang x reader

[restlessmaknae]

Those damn smirks

Part III of my series called That damn thing we call love.

Part 1 :: Those damn boots :: Boy meets that damn thing we call love.

Part 2 :: Those damn lies :: Boy meets that damn thing we call heartbreak.

Part 3 :: Those damn smirks ::  Boy meets that damn thing we call second chance.

Part 4 :: Those damn words ::  Boy meets that damn thing we call confession.

Genre: fluff, comedy, slice of life, a bit of angst

Setting: high school!AU

Words: 10.6k

Main Characters: Jeon Jungkook x OC

It was an exceptionally beautiful August with the sound of cheerful birds singing on top of trees and golden rays of sunshine painting the mackerel sky.

As far as Korean students were concerned, the school year had already started despite the beautiful weather and the effort to spend outside as much time as they could. Miyeon was also pouting sadly, looking up at the picturesque sky dotted with tiny cirrocumulus clouds while listening to Taeyeon’s enthusiastic chattering about her attempt to taste the well-known Peking duck.

They were walking side by side after taking the same bus, recalling those good old days before Taeyeon had left to China. Now, her student exchange program had come to an end and she was back again to start the new school year with Miyeon. Well, with one little twist; she was attending the junior’s classes because her mother insisted on repeating the grade as her Chinese trip was just a once in a lifetime cultural experience and not an educational course. As a result, they weren’t in the same year, so Miyeon would have to take the CSAT one year earlier than her best friend.

“Believe me, that guy is seriously way too gentle to be real,” her best friend stated with awe and shifted her attention to the girl walking beside her. Taeyeon suspiciously raised an eyebrow in question, making her doubt clear. Miyeon blushed ashamedly as she realized that she was totally lost in thought and tried to puzzle up the words she had said. “You have no idea who I was talking about,” she went on and her lips slowly curved into a teasing smile. Her chocolate brown eyes were filled with playfulness and sparkled like two little diamonds. That was what she had missed the most; when she was way too happy and couldn’t suppress her beautiful, angel-like smile. That girl was seriously too beaming to live in this degenerate world.

“Well, not really,” Miyeon admitted, nibbling her lips and cautiously shot her a timid smile. Taeyeon couldn’t hold herself back anymore, she immediately burst into laughter.

“Alright, I was talking about Mark, our new exchange student, but who cares about him when your favourite boy is coming just our way,” she started in a mocking tone which immediately turned into the typical ‘I exactly know what’s going on’ Taeyeon tone. She nudged her and pointed to a bunch of boys who were walking towards the school’s entrance door. They were chattering loudly and joyfully, sometimes bumped their fists together or slightly hustled each other but totally ignored everyone around them, they were just having fun.

Unfortunately, Taeyeon chose time moment to leave her alone because she noticed Byun Baekhyun pushing the entrance door and hastily ran after him. She watched as her silhouette faded away and let out a heavy sigh. She knew that there was a lot for the two to talk about but she really had to disappear at such an unfortunate timing?

She understood her because the couple had lots of quarrels regarding Taeyeon’s student exchange program which she signed before she got closer to him. Yet, they still got together and she still insisted on going to China. They had a serious fight on the day of her departure and didn’t even talk until she got back a week ago. Now, everything was a little bit awkward and confusing for them but it was obvious that they still liked each other. Plus, they had a lot of time to puzzle out their feelings and spend more time together as they were classmates from that year because lucky Byun Baekhyun was one year younger than her. Not to mention that he was one of Chanyeol’s best friends.

Marching on alone, the encounter was inevitable. It must have been fate but Miyeon and the squad reached the entrance door at the same time, thus they had to decide who would go first. It was a little bit embarrassing as the boys’ conversation suddenly stopped and it was followed by an awkward pause. Miyeon caught sight of the subtly smiling Jungkook and felt her face turning red. He got even more attractive during the summer break and looked manlier than ever. Nonetheless, when he shot his typical bunny smile and his cute cheekbones exploded, he was the same old Jungkook who she was so fond of. Not that she didn’t like him waggling his eyebrows or giving a smug smirk directed at her but she fell in love with that innocent-looking Jungkook who looked at her so dearly when they spent their birthday together a year ago.

“Miyeon-ah, so good to see you!” exclaimed Taehyung, grinning from ear to ear and subconsciously hugged her. It was a rather clumsy but affectionate hug but she was so startled to get such a warm welcoming that she could hardly speak.

“Good to see you, too, Taehyung,” she patted his back and waited for him to let her go. She noticed Jungkook gulping a little bit too edgily but shook off the thought right away.

“Please, Taehyung, just let her go unless you don’t want this poor girl to suffocate!” Hoseok joined in, rolling his eyes in disbelief but one of his trademark grins was forming on his lips. He looked exactly the same with his obsidian-black, slightly curly hair, smiling eyes and sloppy jeans. He was still good-looking but couldn’t defeat Seokjin who had probably got a new haircut because his hair looked a little bit shorter and it was just as neatly-cut as he had come from the hairdresser’s.

It came as no surprise that Yoongi now changed his hair colour from bleached blonde to mysterious grey but it actually suited him. Jimin was no longer the redhead but opt for the natural look with fluffy, brown curls which actually looked better than anything else before. There was no change in Namjoon’s hair colour or behaviour, he kindly waved at her direction but cautiously glanced at Taehyung who finally let her go.

Lastly, she couldn’t forget about the seventh boy who was coyly smiling at her, his jet-black eyes shining like attractive black little holes while his intense stare seemed to pierce into her soul. Oh boy, was he even aware of the fact that he was so appealing that it was almost illegal? He was like an addiction, a drug or the most dangerous sickness of all times; as you were spending time with him, you impulsively wanted more and more.

“It’s been such a long time since we last saw you,” Jimin ran his hand through his chocolate brown hair while the others nodded in agreement. “What have you been up to?” he asked and the curiosity in his voice didn’t go unnoticed. Everyone else also stared at her with their eyes wide open and shining with fondness. Miyeon couldn’t help but peeked a bit at Jungkook’s direction but immediately turned her face away when he shot her one of his typical smirks. That boy was unbelievable!

“Nothing much,” she shrugged but continued, noticing the boys’ disappointed glances. “Visiting my grandparents, reading a lot of mangas, watching animes and finishing an English course.”

“An English course?” Namjoon raised one of his eyebrows in question but after her confident nod, he flinched appreciatively. Hoseok was clapping heartily, Seokjin shook his head saying that she was way too good at everything, Jimin and Taehyung were grinning proudly as if they had finished the course themselves while Jungkook started at her open-mouthed. She wouldn’t think that it would be a jaw-dropping mark but for him, it seemed that it was.

“Maybe you should teach Jungkookie,” Taehyung blurted out with his totally innocent look which resulted in the golden maknae’s irritated grumble. The eldest immediately comforted him by saying:

“He’s not that bad.”

“I remember vividly that the first English sentence which I’ve heard from him was ‘I like you,’” Namjoon recalled the memory with a playful twinkle in his pitch-black eyes while the other guy’s cheeks suddenly flushed. He looked so embarrassed, exactly the opposite of the way too charming guy during dance practices. Miyeon giggled a bit but tried hard not to show her huge grin. She was having so much fun.

“Omo, what a cheeky boy!” Hoseok said, patting the youngest guy’s back and cheerfully guffawed. She looked at this almost ordinary situation and wondered how precious these guys were. They could never get offended at whatever the others said and even comforted each other during hardships. She almost forgot how much she liked the boys but whenever she almost did, they always showed up and reminded her that the feeling in her heart was still steady.

“I’m sure you’ll nail the CSAT,” Yoongi added rubbing his chin and suppressed a yawn. She felt delightful from the thought of him not even changing a bit because she liked the way he was. After his reassuring statement on the haters’ issue, she respected the boy even more and considered him as someone who she would go if she needed a piece of advice.

“Nah, don’t mention it on the first day of school, please,” she pouted sadly, thinking of the exams which felt closer than ever but still a little bit further at the same time. She always got goose bumps when she realised that it was her senior year. The last year with the class, the last year in high school and the last year with the boys. The last year with Jungkook.

“How about you? What’s up with you, guys?” she made an attempt to change the subject because she got nervous all of a sudden. However, the squad didn’t seem to mind her request and started sharing their stories about visiting relatives in Busan, trying out a new kimchi recipe, building a bird house, writing some poems which were published in a magazine or even making new choreographies. The golden maknae was characteristically quiet but proudly smiled at all his friends’ achievements.

Suddenly, someone cleared his throat and it turned out to be Jackson Wang who wanted to get to the entrance door but they were in the way. Of course, he teased them a bit as they bowed ashamedly and decided to continue chatting in the hallways but didn’t take the situation too seriously as he wasn’t that kind of guy. He even joined in and she soon found out that he was actually a quite talkative person.

“You guys are performing on the dance festival, right?” Jackson raised his eyebrows while looking mostly at Jungkook, Hoseok and Jimin. Miyeon knew that the three boys were at the same dance association, in the same team but never really saw them performing on a festival. She recalled the memories when the golden maknae let her watch some of their practices and made her even more speechless. That guy was exceptionally talented, small wonder why he wanted to be a dance teacher. He was a totally different person while dancing but she couldn’t mind it. He was charismatic, charming and undeniably sexy. Miyeon was surprised to see the change in his behaviour after coming up to her with his usual bunny smile and giving her a sweaty hug.

She shook her head to get away from the memory because now looking at him, it stung right at her heart. She had the chance to be her girlfriend but she was a coward and let him go. She didn’t deserve him but he still acted so affectionately!

“Yeah,” Hoseok responded with his joyful grin. “It’ll be our last performance, though. You know, before the exams,” he added with a little whimper and let out a weak sigh. Jungkook was staring far ahead, probably lost in thought and averted his eyes elsewhere but the others’ face.

“I can’t wait for it. I’m sure you’ll kill it!” Jackson threw his hands in the air in an excited manner which made the boys either bashfully smile or smugly grin.

“It would be hard to do better than you guys,” Jimin complimented immediately, making the blonde guy almost blush before he waved the idea away. Miyeon looked at them, totally confused and helplessly glanced at Jimin who was considerate enough to explain the whole situation. “Jackson and Jinyoung are also at the same association with us but in a different team. And these guys also have some killer moves, so we should practice harder in order not to get ashamed of our own performances.”

“Hmm,” that was all she could master, shifting her attention to the cheerfully giggling blonde one who she knew from school but never imagined that he would be capable of dancing. However, she believed Jimin and accepted the fact that he was pretty good.

“You know what?” Hoseok suddenly clapped his hands in excitement and made poor Kookie bounce in caution. Miyeon couldn’t suppress her chuckle, seeing the boy’s cute reaction. “If you have some free time, you can come and watch our performance. I’m sure you’ll have a great time,” he announced enthusiastically which immediately caused a huge combustion within the boys. They were all in favour of his idea and showed their approval of the plan, even Jackson assumed that she should come and see them. Miyeon listened to them, her heart thumping in bewilderment imagining the boys – and especially Jungkook – on stage, performing one of their incredible choreographies.

Nonetheless, she still cautiously waited for the golden maknae’s reaction who caught her staring at him and his lips slowly curved into a smile. His jet-black eyes were sparkling with beautiful blossoming flowers and shiny shooting stars. He nodded in agreement and although it was just a small sign, it was undeniably a small sign of love.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world!” she exclaimed happily, making a mental note to herself to remember not to make any plans for the 27th of August when the performance would take place. The boys shared all the details and she couldn’t help but smiled like an idiot. Was it a chance for her to make things right? Or it was just a friendly invitation?

Whatever the case might be, she was sure that she would do anything to attend that festival.

 ▌▌

 The following weeks flew by so quickly. She only realized that the dance festival’s day had come when she was staring at her figure in the mirror while trying out different outfits. As she was rummaging the clothes in her wardrobe, flashbacks and thoughts were scrambling in her head.

August was exceptionally quiet and peaceful as nothing extraordinary had happened. Her heart was finally at peace, knowing that her best friend made up with Baekhyun and was happier than ever. Plus, the squad slowly started acting just as naturally as they did before their break-up and it came as no surprise that they got along pretty well. She wouldn’t let herself believe that she deserves to be happy and surrounded by friends who would keep her company but they were good friends. Sometimes, they even accompanied her and Taeyeon at lunchtime, always making the other girl hysterically laugh who was getting used to the boys’ presence. Well, his boyfriend wasn’t happy about that but they spent pretty much every single second together, so lunchtime was only for the girls. And sometimes the squad’s, too but Taeyeon admitted that she didn’t mind having them around. She even acknowledged that it was impossible not to love them and suspiciously glanced at her, whenever Jungkook was around. She knew her well, so Miyeon didn’t even have to tell her everything; she had already become her relationship consultant.

“Ah, you two are so dense!” her best friend rolled her eyes in annoyance one time, after she saw her waving at the golden maknae’s direction who immediately gave her one of his cutest sheepish smiles. “You still love him and he obviously still loves you! I don’t see what the problem is!” she flung her arms in the air, childishly whining. Even though Taeyeon was in her shoes not too long ago, she acted like a real expert now. Miyeon just nudged her and let out a sorrowful sigh as she continued.

“I don’t want to hurt him, okay? I’ve already broken his heart once, I don’t want to cause more pain,” she nodded her head in great disapproval and tried to shift her attention to the floor of the school’s hallway and not her best friend’s face. She would easily read her and she didn’t want that. Both of them already knew that it hurt like hell to say things like that but this is how things worked for couples who broke up. They still carried their wounds and even if their own scars healed, they weren’t sure about the other party’s condition.

“And what’s with his confession?”

“What confession?” she blinked innocently, although there was one particular conversation which she couldn’t forget so easily. His words were still as soft as a fluffy blanket and covered her with their fondness and warmed her heart. She got goose bumps, every single time the flashback popped up in her mind and couldn’t shake off that hopeful thought that maybe, just maybe it might have meant something.

“Even stars lose their ways sometimes,” Taeyeon quoted with her sweet tone and it sounded so different this time. “So poetic, by the way.” she mumbled to herself, examining her nails, probably thinking how that Byun Baekhyun guy had never said such a thing.

“That was a long time ago,” she resisted, still trying to persuade herself that he probably didn’t mean it that way. It could have been a reassuring comment of a friend, he didn’t mention anything about love or ex-girlfriends.

“Alright, maybe,” she rolled her eyes in frustration and ran a hand through her blondish curls.  “But if he didn’t like you, he wouldn’t invite you to the dance festival.”

“He didn’t invite me,” she added, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her right ear. She didn’t intend to be rude but wanted to make everything perfectly clear. Hoseok was the one who came up with the idea of her attending the festival and she was more than happy to give in. “One of his friends did.”

“But he didn’t protest,” Taeyeon pointed out and she knew that there was no point in disagreeing; she obviously lost the battle. She couldn’t deny that she was absolutely right. Jeon Jungkook wasn’t a toddler anymore; if he didn’t want her to be there, he would have said it. Yet, he didn’t.

Suddenly, there was a determinate knock on the door which made her bounce in surprise. As she was walking towards to open it, she made an attempt to snap out of her thoughts.

“Hey!” yelled Chanyeol with a joyful grin as she finally discovered who the owner of the knock was. “Have you seen my sketchbook? I literally can’t find it anywhere!” he tried to glance into her room and when she looked at her again, his eyes rounded and he let out a surprised squeal. “Oh, wow, where are you going? That dress isn’t something that you usually wear,” he commented, examining her from head to toe which made her blush so deep. He didn’t want to bump into her brother around the time of the festival because she didn’t want to explain the whole story. Why was she even going? Because her friends were there? Or it was all because of Jungkook? Well, she wasn’t even sure about her feelings, so she didn’t want to get tangled up in weird conversations.

“I’m going to a dance festival,” Miyeon answered after she had realised that there was no point in lying to him. His little brother just curiously raised his eyebrows in response and couldn’t suppress his teasing smile when he next started speaking.

“You’re going to see Jungkook, right?” he waggled his eyebrows and didn’t even budge when she slightly hit his shoulder, rather offended.

“I can wear dresses like that even if I don’t meet up with a boy,” she sniffed and gave him a frowning look. He couldn’t mope over her little act as he was having so much fun, seeing her Noona’s reaction out of defence. She was way too obvious.

“Hmm, I see what’s going on,” he rubbed his chin and acted like a total know-it-all. “He’s trying to get you back,” he cooed eagerly while twirling her around for a closer look. She was wearing a pretty, white dress with laces which was once a Christmas present from her granny but she never actually tried it on. Miyeon didn’t even think that there would be an occasion when she would wear it but this dress was the one that caught her attention while she was rummaging in her wardrobe.

“No!” she squealed huffily and shook her head in disagreement. From Chanyeol’s point of view, it was acceptable that he misunderstood the whole situation as he didn’t know that Hoseok was the one who invited her. He wasn’t the only one, though, who acted like that. Everyone seemed to misinterpret their case, even Taeyeon insisted that Jungkook wanted to get her back. Not like she would mind it but instead, she decided to wave the idea away. Why would he even do such a thing? “So, you say that it’s a bit too much?” she asked curiously, looking down at her dress and then up at his little brother. Oh, how she wished that she could wipe off that small smirk on his face.

“No, no, not at all,” he raised his arms in defeat and gave her an affectionate smile when he continued. “You look beautiful, Noona,” he stated in his usual, loving little brother tone and playfully ruffled her hair. His compliment made her heart leap and couldn’t even suppress the smile that crept onto her face. “Should I be worried?” he raised one of his eyebrows in question but her instincts told her that he didn’t even take his own question seriously. “Someone might attack you on the way to the dance festival, you know. Nowadays, there are several creepy freaks on the streets.”

“I can take care of myself,” she stated mildly and her confident response set him at ease. His shoulders loosened and his lips slowly raised into a grin. Miyeon suddenly pinched his cheeks, simply out of amusement but he didn’t seem to mind it. He just laughed at her while his warm, caramel-brown eyes formed happy, little crescents.

“Take care.”

“I will,” she nodded joyfully and waved at the boy who decided to go back to his own room.

Miyeon closed the door while her mind seemed to dwell on those sorrowful months when things were terrifyingly different. When Chanyeol wasn’t her lovely, little brother but almost a stranger who she couldn’t reach out to. Luckily, those weeks didn’t last forever as Baekhyun convinced Chanyeol that Dara was lying and Miyeon was right. He eavesdropped when Dara was once messing with her, blurting out that she didn’t even love the guy, she only needed him to hurt her. It was not until the weekend – the same weekend when Jungkook stayed in her house while Chanyeol was with his buddies – when the beagle line played “Truth or dare” that everything was revealed. After that, as soon as his little brother frantically got home, he bowed ashamedly and asked for her forgiveness. She was so startled that she couldn’t even say a thing. Instead, she let him embrace her while listening to his whispered sorrys.

That day changed everything and the two started acting like nothing had happened. After that weekend, Chanyeol even made a scene with Dara and told her off for lying. She didn’t see him being so furious for the time being but silently gloated at her victory. His brother’s movement resulted in the tranquillity of the following days and weeks. There was no more bullying, no more scoffing and no more rumours. Nothing.

Nonetheless, she wasn’t brave enough to consider making up with Jungkook. Not then, not when her scars hadn’t healed yet. But now, starting the new school year, boosting her self-esteem during the summer break, she knew that the time had come. She was pretty brave, or at least brave enough to give it a try.

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 Everyone was buzzing around the stage of the Big Hit Dance Studio’s Autumn Dance Festival which was held outdoors. She excitedly bounced as she arrived but started to dread the sight of the huge crowd and tried to peek over people’s shoulders. She was craving for a familiar face and pouted sadly when she realised that it was almost a dead case. There were so many people, she suddenly felt so small and elegantly dressed compared to the hip-hop lover spectators who wore shabby trousers and colourful T-shirts.

All of a sudden, she felt a slight pat on her shoulder and when she turned her heel, she saw a familiar face, standing right in front of her.

“Oh, Seokjin, thank God!” she let out a relieved sigh and her face slowly dissolved into a half-smile. The handsome guy looked puzzled for a moment, not knowing why she was so grateful that he showed up but then, he gave one of his cutest proud grins.

“I know, right? Every single day, I thank God for my handsomeness−“ he started smugly but was cut off by an excited scream.

“You came!” Taehyung exclaimed, slightly shoving the elder guy who rolled his eyes but not in annoyance. Soon, Namjoon and Yoongi showed up behind the childishly giggling Taehyung who insisted that he had noticed her from several hundred meters and ran to welcome her as soon as possible. The other two guys were walking in their usual pace but got there on time when they started discussing Miyeon’s dress.

“You look pretty.”

“You’re literally stunning,” Taehyung joined in after Seokjin’s compliment that both made her face turn scarlet-red. She wasn’t used to such nice words because she was either wearing her school uniform or a pair of trousers with a nice T-shirt. The boys rarely see her without the uniform, small wonder why they were so dumbfounded.

“I hope Jungkookie won’t faint when he sees you,” Namjoon added, his eyes hinting at his amusement. She felt her cheeks flushing and her heart beating in bewilderment. Although she forced herself not to think of it, she blushed deeply at the thought of Jungkook seeing her like that. A weird kind of confidence had taken hold of her as she was wearing the pretty, white dress, knowing that the guys approved of her outfit. On the contrary, she almost regretted opting for a dress over an aesthetic blouse with jeans because it was quite windy and she would definitely have to stand there for a few more hours. It was already the end of August, a lovely Saturday afternoon and the dance festival was perfect for that day but maybe not for her outfit.

“When will they perform?” Miyeon inquired, her chocolate-brown eyes shining with curiosity.

“They’ll be the last to perform,” Yoongi responded with a bored yawn and averted his eyes to the stage where staff members had already started fidgeting. She let out a frustrated whine because she was on the edge; she wanted to see the boys’ performance as soon as possible. But that was her luck. Of course, they would be the last.

“Ah, I feel you,” Taehyung caught her disappointed flinch and patted her shoulder sympathetically. “I’m so excited to see what they’re coming up with. And honestly, I can’t wait to tease them if they make a mistake,” he added, mischievously waggling his eyebrows. Namjoon gave him a frowning look, Seokjin mildly smiled at his childish threat and Yoongi shook his head like he knew him too well and was totally aware of the fact that he wouldn’t do so.

“May I have your attention, please?” a husky, confident voice filled the air which resulted in the audience’s excited buzzing. Miyeon turned around to face the stage where a middle-aged man held a microphone with a stern look displaying on his face. As he started talking again, it turned out that he was Bang Si Hyuk, the founder of the Big Hit Dance Studios.

After his greeting, the dance festival officially started. The next one hour was filled with constant surprises and gummy hustle-bustle. She saw several jaw-dropping performances and didn’t even make an attempt to hide her awe. The dancers’ moves were always on point, so precise yet so passionate. They were beautifully elegant and mysteriously attractive at the same time. Everyone was exceptionally talented but she couldn’t shake off that lingering feeling as she only wished to see one particular performance. Her heart always missed a beat whenever the MC announced who would come next and felt a bitter kind of disappointment when he didn’t say the guys’ names.

Luckily, although she could barely notice one or two familiar faces on the stage, Taehyung and Seokjin always mentioned who was giving a performance.

“That guy is a genius. His name is Kwon Soonyoung and he dances so well. He’s like the leader of their hip-hop group but the others are also pretty good.”

“NCT is already the girls’ favourite, even though it’s their second festival so far.”

“Now, that is a killer combination. A roundoff backhandspring! Yah, Jackson knows how to do a good show.”

They were constantly talking without a pause and she tried to remember the names and groups and feedbacks but got lost after a few. So instead, she decided to let them talk and a genuine but ‘I don’t even know what’s happening here’ smile was evident on her face. Taehyung was in the middle of giving a summary about Jongin’s dance skills when the MC appeared on stage and announced the festival’s last performance. Miyeon felt her cheekbones exploding and her heart thumping, beating like a drum. Pleasant kind of chills ran down her spine, giving every of her cells a huge overdose of excitement.

Suddenly, the stage went dark and the spotlight was only shining on one person: Park Jimin. He was in an impressive, white shirt and showed his contemporary side through soft and precise moves. The song was a beautiful, slow melody with piano instrumental, small wonder why she got goose bumps right away. It was so enjoyable to just look at him but she couldn’t deny that she wanted to see someone else. After Jimin dropped to the floor and got up again, Hoseok and Jungkook also walked onto the stage and a funky, playful jazz song started playing. It was Hoseok’s turn to show what he was capable of and gosh, that guy was totally amazing! He danced so naturally and moved while grinning from ear to ear. Then, as expected, Jungkook came next and she realised only then that he was wearing a white suit with a white shirt and a black tie. He looked so damn attractive, she was the one who nearly fainted. She eyed him top to bottom, examining him as he enjoyed his stage. Without doubt, he was a completely different person while dancing than in real life. Just like any other times when she peeked his practices, he was so manly, confident and totally immersed into the moves, ignoring everything else around him.

If she thought that the first part of their performance almost gave her a heart attack, she could voluntarily die during the next one. She immediately knew the familiar song because whose mother wasn’t into Shinhwa and chanted Perfect Man while cleaning up? But the three guys in those outfits and their cheeky moves took the song to a whole new level. The stage was on fire, the guys were dancing like professionals while the audience seemed to lose their minds; all girls around her were screaming so loudly, especially when Jimin got off his jacket. Maybe Jungkook should have done the same, Miyeon thought crossly but blushed deeply after realising what she had wished for. She couldn’t take her eyes off the boy but gulped innocently whenever he made an intimidating move. Not to mention those damn smirks! He wasn’t even aware of the fact that his damn smirks could do such odd things to the state of her heart; they weren’t only resulted in her crazily racing heartbeat but also gave her goose bumps. Oh boy, she was out of words. She unconsciously fell for him. Again.

As the performance came to an end and the boys bowed to each side of the audience, Miyeon joined the claps and the screams. She was so proud of them, they put on a wonderful show, she couldn’t even describe how brilliant they were. They didn’t even make a mistake, they were in perfect harmony and totally nailed the festival.

“Well, I didn’t expect less,” Yoongi cleared his throat beside her and his sudden confession made her bounce a little. She was so immersed into the dance and the combustion around it that she wasn’t prepared for starting a conversation.

“Ah, these kids can really dance,” Seokjin added vigorously and smiled like a proud daddy. His reactions were always fun to watch as he couldn’t hide his amazement and during the last two hours, his jaw dropped several times. He also shared with her that he gave up dancing after a few attempts, so he absolutely respected the guys for trying so hard to do their best. Maybe he wasn’t a good dancer but he was incredibly supportive; he was almost like their number fan. Seokjin was the one who brought his home-cooked meals to the boys after training sessions or bought them dinner.

“Guys, I’ve got the password!” announced Taehyung excitedly and looked up from his phone. Miyeon looked puzzled but Namjoon explained that they had to come up with a password to pass by the guards and go backstage to meet the boys.

“What is it this time?” Yoongi asked knitting his eyebrows in question and looked at the younger boy who grinned so proudly, it was almost guilty.

“Infires, man!” he answered smugly and the response was sudden. Everyone burst into laughter while she just slightly chuckled at the boys’ reaction. On their way to the backstage area, Seokjin was considerate enough to tell her the whole story about the saying ‘Infires, man!’. It was a tiny mistake that Yoongi made while doing an English listening task in class when he misheard the word inspires as infires but the boys were more than pleased with using it as a teasing.

Miyeon was laughing uncontrollably because after this flashback, Taehyung and Namjoon decided to have a fierce battle of sharing the most embarrassing story regarding the seven friends. They were in the middle of analysing the failure of Kim Seokjin’s beatbox lesson when an over-excited figure literally jumped in front of her.

“We were amazing, right?” Hoseok yelled, waggling his eyebrows and soon, his two dance partners showed up as well. They were all still sweating but changed into a more comfortable and natural outfit, Jungkook for example was wearing grey sweatpants with a white T-shirt and his favourite dark-blue jumper. Still, Miyeon felt like she could faint anytime soon.

“Yeah, of course, of course. I’m proud of you, guys!” Yoongi started the compliments which went on and on and she didn’t want to miss the opportunity to congratulate the guys on such a sensational performance, so she also accentuated her opinion.

“You were amazing! No doubt that you were the best of all the participants. You were unique and brilliant and your moves were always on point. It would have been a shame if I had missed it. So, thank you so much for inviting me, it was the greatest dance festival which I’ve ever attended.”

“Thank you for coming!” Jimin grinned seeing the girl’s enthusiastic chattering but she wasn’t in the mood for holding herself back. There were so many emotions rushing through her body and so many thoughts on her mind that she just wanted to share them as soon as possible. “You look lovely, by the way.”

“Yeah, I agree. You are undeniably the highlight of the festival,” Hoseok ran a hand through his obsidian-black, slightly sweaty hair and gave her a big, bright smile. Miyeon wasn’t good at getting compliments and immediately blushed in embarrassment. The guys also noticed the change in her behaviour but nudged Jungkook to say something to her. As far as he was concerned, he looked so dumbfounded, his lips slightly parted and he stared at her for a few seconds. His jet-black eyes were playing tricky little games with her vision; once she saw them shining with insecurity and other times she thought that they were just cute, little clouds hovering on the mackerel sky; so pure, innocent and calm.

“Uhmm, well, thanks,” he cleared his throat, obviously responding to her fangirling and that made her slightly disappointed. She was a girl, she was craving for the boy’s compliment who she had a crush on and when she didn’t get what she had expected, she couldn’t help but huffed lightly.

“Oh, come on! You dance like that on stage and still can’t say some nice words to a girl?” Hoseok whined in a high-pitched tone and gave him a ‘Don’t you dare to do this with me’ look. Seokjin patted the energetic guy’s shoulder and clapped his hands to make sure others shift their attentions to him.

“Don’t embarrass him, Hobie,” he warned the dancer, knitting his eyebrows but when he next continued, he was affectionate and proper just as expected from Kim Seokjin. “We have more important things to do. Get your stuff and we’ll go a restaurant to celebrate your amazing performance! The bill’s on me, guys!” he promised while a kind smile was forming on his lips. The boys started cheering almost wildly and it didn’t even take too long to get all the seven guys together to head to their favourite restaurant. Miyeon was also invited to the celebratory dinner but she was quite reluctant at first. She only gave in when Jungkook stated that she can’t miss it and gave an attractive smirk directed at her.

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 They ended up having dinner in a cosy, little restaurant which she had never been before but the boys insisted that they should go there as it was their favourite place to eat. As soon as they arrived, the squad swiftly sat down around a random table, so in the end, she had no other option than to plunk herself down beside the one and only Jeon Jungkook. She was aware of the fact that it wasn’t fate, it was obviously on purpose; the guys were definitely up to something.

Luckily, waiting for their food to arrive wasn’t boring at all. What is more, Miyeon laughed so much that she had already forgotten that she was as hungry as a wolf. The seven boys didn’t intend to stop broaching more hilarious and more remarkable moments of their friendship and the more stories she heard, the more she realised that they were such adorable human beings. They were lovely even one by one but when they were together and casually enjoyed themselves, it was the best. She felt a pleasant kind of warmth hanging around her the whole time; it seemed that the boys’ joy and high spirits were so gummy that she also couldn’t stop smiling. She wanted to get lost in that feeling, she wanted it to last forever.

Being with the boys made her realise how much she had missed these moments: the fun conversations, the loud laughs, the little bickering and the cheerful giggling. Her anxiousness which she felt in the beginning flew away so quickly, thanks to the squad’s amicable attitude. Not to mention that they were such gentlemen; when she pulled out her wallet to pay back the money which Seokjin paid for the food, he shook his head violently.

“No, no, no, no!” he emphasised every single ‘no’, it was almost like an overreacted feedback of a restless fangirl. “Do I look like someone who would make you pay for the food? Oh no, Miyeon-ah, I’m not that kind of guy.”

“No, he’s not that kind of guy,” Taehyung imitated Seokjin’s reaction which lead to another round of laughter. Even the latter guy slightly chuckled and ruffled the younger one’s hair in amusement.

“Just let him pay it!” Namjoon motioned with a dimpled smile. “Or else, we’ll have to listen to his whining all weekend!”

“Okay. Thank you for the food, then!” she gave in, putting her wallet back into her bag. Seokjin let out a relieved sigh and finally paid the bill, a total amount of 78.000₩.

„That’s a lot of money.”

„Well, kids eat a lot,” the mommy figure elucidated naturally but the others weren’t safely out of hearing range, so they heard it, too. Yoongi simply suppressed another yawn, Namjoon nodded in agreement, Hoseok grinned brightly as always but the maknae line was actually kind of offended. Jimin sulked over it by wrinkling his nose, Taehyung let out a grumble while Jungkook knitted his eyebrows. Surprisingly, the golden maknae was the one who wanted to point out that they were just few months younger than the eldest guy.

“We’re not kids, you know.”

“Say it when you finally turn 19!” Hoseok guffawed amusingly and pinched his cheeks just like a grandma would do to his grandson. Miyeon laughed at Jungkook’s reaction who caught sight of the giggling girl and a dangerous smirk started to creep onto his face.

“You’re also underage!” he blurted out childishly and she felt a need to whine but instead she just stuck her tongue out at him. No doubt that he was right as they both had their birthday on the same day, so they were both still 18. But 1st of September wasn’t that far away. To be precise, it was only 4 days away.

“Come to think of it, how will you spend your birthday?” Namjoon inquired while curiosity filled his eyes. He directly looked at her, so it was obvious that the question was for her. Still, she pondered over the thought before she finally said it out loud.

“Nothing really special. Maybe a birthday cake but nothing more extraordinary,” she shrugged absent-mindedly because she had no intention of celebrating it in any special way. Her birthday would be on Thursday when both Chanyeol and Taeyeon had after school activities and she also had to attend her CSAT preparation classes. On top of that, her parents usually worked until late at night, so this birthday didn’t seem to be so interesting. At least, not as interesting as the last one.

“Well, we’re celebrating Jungkook’s birthday on the 4th if you would like to join,” Jimin said, rather smugly that he was the first one who came up with the idea. She couldn’t deny that the invitation piqued her curiosity but she still wasn’t sure whether it would be a good idea to spend more time with Jungkook or actually a terrible one.

“I’ll think about it,” she finally mustered while her eyes were glued to the golden maknae. He didn’t show any sign of relief, so she knew it would be the best to suppress the intense beating of her heart which almost seemed like a passionate composition.

Soon enough, the boys had to go home as parents’ concerned phone calls occurred one after another and Miyeon also knew that it was time for her to go. Although she was having so much fun and literally had the best time of her life, she bid her goodbye and headed home.

She started roaming alone, dwelling on flashbacks of those good old days when she didn’t even spend a day without seeing these seven guys. The bittersweet nostalgia consumed her and she couldn’t prevent the painful melancholia from engulfing her thoughts. She tried to snap out of it by shifting her attention to the scenery around her but it didn’t help at all; it rather made her feel agitated. The city was picturesque and its lively streets were swimming in the tangerine waterfall which was created by the beautiful sunset. Memories of Jungkook and her watching sunsets popped up in her head and the sudden rush of loneliness slightly broke her heart.

After marching towards for a few minutes, she heard hasty footsteps from behind and a tall, slim figure suddenly caught up with her.

“Do you mind if I come with you?” Jungkook asked with a shaky voice and started walking beside her, still kind of short of breath. It looked like he was running until he saw her and this observation triggered getting nervous butterflies in her stomach.

“No, not at all” she shook her head decisively. “Are you at your dad’s this weekend?” she asked out of curiosity because his dad’s house was the one which was close to hers but immediately wanted to bite her tongue. She realised how painful this question might have been for the boy and mentally gave herself a good slap for acting like a total idiot. Luckily, Jungkook didn’t get offended and just nodded in agreement.

The next 15 minutes were spent in comfortable silence which neither of them wanted to break. Maybe for a period of time, it could have been exceptionally awkward but that day changed something. The border between them seemed to shatter after that particular day in March when Jungkook got beaten up and spent the evening in her house. They didn’t stammer anymore when they bumped into each other or had to do a pair work in class.

Nonetheless, they didn’t even get closer. Miyeon didn’t exactly know why. She wasn’t sure about her feelings, not to mention the golden maknae’s intentions as he didn’t say anything offensive but neither anything that would give her hope. Yet, false hope was the cruellest of all kind of cherished feelings; it was poisonous, believing in something for so long and didn’t get it in the end. She wanted to prevent herself from that painful disillusion. Which also meant that she had to force herself not to fall in love with him again. But it was already too late now; her border was totally ravaged.

Walking the same path as they used to do after such a long time was a new kind of experience. It was weird, refreshing and somehow reassuring at the same time.

“Oh, look!” she suddenly exclaimed, noticing the Banpo Bridge which was illuminated by hundreds of lights and she immediately walked faster to get closer to the bridge fountain, which citizens commonly called as the Rainbow Fountain. “I guess we’re just on time to see the show!” she bounced happily and stopped at the barrier to enjoy the colourful water show which was taking place in front of her.

It was weird to think of it that this was the bridge which they crossed when they celebrated their birthday together. Small wonder why Jamsu Bridge – and Banpo Bridge which was on top of it - had a special place in her heart and she felt that she had a strong connection with this place. It wasn’t just her favourite sight but also a lot of Koreans and tourists liked it. It was the world’s longest bridge fountain and held wonderful fountain shows several times a day when dancing, rainbow-coloured jets of water could be seen in the air in synchronization with the music. It was breath-taking and she couldn’t get sick of it, even though she had seen it several times before.

“Despite the fact that I see this show almost every day, I’m still amazed. It’s so beautiful!” she trailed off with her mouth agape and couldn’t take her eyes off the view. Jungkook also said something but he muttered so quietly that she couldn’t understand it. Miyeon shifted her attention to him and gently asked him to repeat what he had said.

“You’re beautiful, too,” he merely blurted out and the dimples deepened with his cute bunny smile. She had to look away not to look ridiculous because she was sure that she was blushing deeply. Well, maybe it was more sincere and heart-warming than if he had said it in front of the other boys and in all that noise and combustion during the dance festival. All that disappointment and bitterness vanished from before as if she hadn’t even felt it at all.

“Thanks,” that was all she could muster after a pause that lasted longer than she intended. She gave him a bashful smile and they were gazing at each other for God knows how long. She was lost in his beautiful jet-black eyes which had that adorable, prominent glint. The black and white completed each other so well that they resembled little dominos. Not to mention that his stare was almost like a cage; it locked her every single time their eyes met. Jungkook was dangerous and addictive but the best of all kinds of wrong.

“So, this was your last time when you danced before the exams?” Miyeon cleared her throat and tried to pacify her thumping heart and scrambling thoughts.

“Yeah,” the golden maknae nodded and a sheepish smile was forming on his lips. “I have CSAT preparation classes and I think it’ll be too much to attend both of them. I want to do my best on the exams, so until we’re finished with them, there would be no more dance practises, nor performances,” he continued and it was an uncharacteristically long answer from him. The enthusiasm in his voice didn’t go unnoticed and his eyes were shining with undeniable passion. She loved this side of Jungkook, so much that it almost hurt. He was so immersed into talking about dancing that you could see the slight twinkles in his eyes. Maybe she was in love with him just as much as he was in love with dance.

“I’m pretty sure you’ll secretly dance in your room, though.”

“How did you know that?” he chuckled and looked rather amused. It was so good to see him like that, it melted her confused heart. “Yeah, probably. You know me well,” he admitted while forcefully grasping the barrier. His eyes were staring far ahead and he looked totally amazed by the fountain show. Nonetheless, she could read him pretty well and knew that he wasn’t thinking about the beauty of those water-jets but something completely different like the time they had spent together.

She exactly knew that feeling; that insecurity and fear which was triggered by the joyful memories. That kind of fragility was something she wasn’t afraid of when she was a kid. But as years went by and she grew older, she understood why the elderly had that bitter expression every time they were prattling about a fond memory. She had been through it all: getting hurt and hurting others; falling down and keep running again; trying to break down someone’s wall but building up her own and loving someone and making them hate her. She had been through a lot since she met Jungkook but she was so thankful for him. Immature as she was, she couldn’t consider herself an adult even a year ago but he changed her. He taught her how to chase her dreams no matter what, ignore others’ expectations but her own and he also taught her about love. He was definitely a chapter of her book, a very decisive one.

“But even though we know each other well, I still don’t know your answer,” he stated out of the blue and finally turned to face her. He slightly raised one of his eyebrows in question while she merely looked at him, totally dumbfounded.

“What answer?”

“Your answer concerning whether you still like me or not,” he said right away and gazed at her, not letting Miyeon avert her eyes elsewhere but his face. It would have been an understatement to say that she was shocked because she was at the verge of fainting. She was extremely devastated, didn’t even know whether to drop her jaw, hug Jungkook tightly or run away from him. Even her heart decided against her will and started to thump like a ticking time-bomb which would explode any minute. She didn’t even think that he remembered for that night just as vividly as her, not to mention the fact the she left his question unanswered.

Miyeon blinked a few and coyly tucked a loose strand of hair behind her right ear. As she noticed the desperate anticipation in his eyes, she knew it was now or never. She had to tell him the truth unless she didn’t want to live her life miserably thinking about those what ifs. So, she cleared her throat and let out a faint, fragile sigh before she started speaking.

“I-I do,” she mumbled nervously and continued before he even had the chance to take a breath. “But I wasn’t prepared for all the attention we got. You know, there was nothing wrong with the fact that people recognized us but how they used my little brother to hurt me was beyond my imagination. It was bearable until they only hurt me but when they hurt him, I just couldn’t take it anymore. I thought that I could end all this if I break up with you−“

“Do you regret it?” Jungkook cut her off but it wasn’t even a bit irritating, instead she felt a rush of relief running through her body. Now, she felt like she could breathe again. Keeping secrets and never telling him the truth was undeniably poisonous, she sometimes felt a need to make sure she wouldn’t suffocate from all those nasty words.

“I assume that Chanyeol would have found out the truth sooner or later even if I don’t break up with you, so yes, I regret it now. But then, I thought that it was the best thing to do.”

“I know,” he said solemnly, nodding a bit as a sign of sympathy which set her at ease. Gosh, she was so afraid to talk to him again and not only did they talk for so long now but they also had an in-depth conversation, trying to elucidate their actions and finally make things right. “Your brother told me about it.”

“He did?” her eyes widened in surprise since Chanyeol had never pointed out that he had talked with Jungkook regarding the Dara case. Miyeon was pretty pleased with his greatly wrathful fight with his ex-girlfriend, she would have never thought that he also did such a thing.

“Yeah, a couple of days after he told Dara off. He thought that I deserved it because he was one of the reasons why you broke up with me.”

“So, you knew it all along?” she puzzled up the words the boy had said but still didn’t want to believe it. It didn’t make any sense. If he knew about it, why would he never say a thing to her? It was her initial intention to hide the truth from him as she didn’t want Jungkook to feel even worse, after realising that she had enough when Chanyeol got involved in their story. It was easier to say that it was because of all those nasty gossip and heartless bullying. Well, it was partly why she broke up with him but she got utterly pissed off when they hurt his little brother. It was alright until she was the only one who got hurt but she couldn’t let them hurt his brother. In the end, it seemed that nobody could survive the battle without wounds; Chanyeol, Miyeon and Jungkook all had to suffer the consequences of her action. Nonetheless, as time went by, their scars started to heal and the hideous pain was bearable, or they were merely accustomed to it.

“I knew. But I thought that I’m selfish if I want to hold onto you since I hurt you so much,” Jungkook admitted and his voice came out horse and extremely painful. He ashamedly looked away but she caught him nibbling his lips. She almost wanted to protest that it wasn’t true, he couldn’t blame himself for what had happened but he seemed impatient to wait for her answer and continued speaking.

“I needed you. Maybe more than you needed me. I needed someone who can accept my family background. Who I can talk to about nothing and everything. I never once intended to give you pain,” Jungkook whispered and his grievous words sounded like a pleading pray.

Miyeon’s heart immediately sunk after his confession and her whole body trembled in great shock. She was still in the abyss of his words, both lost in their shared memories and comprehending the present actions. She was examining Jungkook as he was standing beside her, digging his nails into his palms, the genial wind ruffling his hair and his whole presence displaying innocent purity and aching solace. He was so fragile; she was afraid that if she touches him or even says a single word, he may disappear.

“I know, Jungkook,” she said after a few seconds of silence. “I know. It wasn’t you. It was Dara, Bobby and all those horrible people that are jealous of others who are doing well. For some reason, they can’t stand it,” Miyeon insisted vigorously, suddenly feeling like a soldier who was ready to fight. But it was all past now, she was aware of that. She couldn’t change it, she couldn’t turn back time but she couldn’t control her aching heart either. There was only one thing she could do.

“I’m sorry that it had to be like this. You didn’t deserve it,” she shook her head, lips quivering, feeling nervous all of the sudden but all her words were sincere and affectionate. It was true and she couldn’t deny it; the one thing that hold her back from getting together with Jungkook was the shame. The shame that consumed her because she had caused so much pain and let him endure it all alone while she tried to make things right with Chanyeol. It wasn’t fair and she couldn’t help but dread his anger.

However, instead of shouting at her or leaving without answers, he merely said:

“I’m sorry that you had to get through all this,” he finally looked at her, so she faced a state-of-the-art boy whose eyes were filled with dismay and regret. The black and white in those little holes were the perfect representation of the yin yang symbol. They interconnected so well but one couldn’t exist without the other. Like light and dark or fire and water, Jungkook was also the description of duality, not just his beautiful jet-black eyes. All his little things were individually precious but added up the whole and made him even more vulnerable. Miyeon loved all of his sides, even the insecure, anxious dark side with the joyful white part and the pure, innocent white side with the inevitable darkness.

“We’re restless fighters, aren’t we?” she pointed out and a hopeful smile was evident on her face. She couldn’t bear the sight of the agitated boy, so she decided to clear the tension in the air. She even slightly nudged his shoulder which triggered his face slowly dissolving into a sheepish smile. Gosh, his smile was beyond words. “Actually, I’ve learned a lot from it. If we could turn back time, I would definitely give us another try. I believe I can handle things better and even tell them to go to hell if I get sick of their teasing,” she chattered, almost joyfully and her bold statement made his jaw drop.

“Wow! I’ve never thought I would hear such things from you,” he ran his hand through his coal-black hair while a childish giggle escaped his mouth. She let herself chuckle with him and for the first time that time, she felt weightless. It was that kind of feeling which made you feel like a butterfly that could finally fly away from its cage, far away from its problems, doubts and worries.

Yet, Jungkook’s face suddenly stiffened, so she hoped for the best and prepared for the worst. The question still made her heart leap.

“But if we didn’t turn back time, just try it out right now, would you say the same?” he asked recklessly and his eyes were pleading. Now, they were standing face-to-face, illuminated by the lights from the colourful lights of the show and gazing at each other, the closest that they happened to be in the last few months. She had to remind herself to breath because she was utterly nervous. Of course, she would, she wanted to shout, hug him while saying how much she had missed him, his voice, his lullabies, his touch, his vanilla and cinnamon scent, his beautiful eyes and those damn smirks. Gosh, how much she had missed him.

Though, she had to hold herself back and she finally opt for the most sensible option: the honest answer without showing any affection. Then, if he approved of her decision, she could hug him as much as she wanted.

“Yes, I would say the same,” she nodded decisively and the boy’s shoulders immediately loosened. He let out a heavy sigh and looked up at her, one of his typical smirks forming on his lips.

“Good. Because that’s what I was thinking, too,” he added, rather proudly and they smiled at each other, immersed into each other’s beautiful eyes and this new kind of feeling was starting to fill them up. She realised that she couldn’t hold it back anymore, so she walked up to him and hugged him tightly. Jungkook let out a chuckle as he embraced her and it felt just so perfectly right. She rested her chin on the crook of his neck while he patted her shoulder, slightly reluctantly and nervously but definitely affectionately.

“But don’t you dare to give me one of those damn smirks like you did during your performance!” she warned him, withdrawing for a few seconds to look up at him and facing a smugly smirking Jungkook. Oh boy, he was starting it again!

“Like this?” he asked as he challengingly wiggled his eyebrows and gave her the most attractive smirk ever. She blushed a bit but pinched his cheek which she knew he didn’t like. Unfortunately, Jungkook also remembered that she was extremely ticklish, so he didn’t miss the opportunity to get his revenge. She was screaming while trying to run away from him but it was a hopeless case; he was way too fast. He was tickling her while she protested that he should stop but he couldn’t take it serious. Honestly, Miyeon didn’t mind it either.

Maybe they needed those months to make them realise how much they missed and loved each other. But it was perfect this way; they grew to become a better person and learned how to stand out for themselves while they were apart. When they finally got together, they learned how to love again.

It was just right. It was all alright.

But those damn smirks were not. She had to do something about it, she made a mental note as she made an attempt to escape from his embrace. Fortunately, her attempt was a total failure.

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Legacy of Eternity Chapter 5: Unravel the mystery - A Hero is born part 1

Another day befalls Ren’veil as the mystery of the assassins is yet to be uncovered meanwhile Kyvash the Goddess Queen of the High Glaives visited her ancestral home on Ren’veil where the young knight and his family and friends resided.

Charlotte and Victor were a bit on edge having the queen of an unknown species inside their home who somehow possesses the knowledge and blood of a knight inside each and every high Glaive warrior’s blood. They sat down in the living room with tea and drinks and discussed some fairly important issues.

Kyvash sat with refined elegance and grace of a high noble women their was no flaw in her looks, how she sat down, drinking tea and even eating. Charlotte is deeply amazed that Kyvash was not a cyber-born human hybrid Kyvash giggled.

“I beg your forgiveness Grand Mother, Grand Father for my sudden arrival... I wished to meet with you directly sooner but I had some... Important things to deal with for the past year and some months.” Kyvash stated.

“It is fine... Wait did you call me Grand Mother?”  Charlotte asked.

“Yes... I am the biological daughter of the Father... I.E. Kent Redridge... And my Biological mothers is Aisha Ayekawa and Arriandale Fullvrink... I was summoned here... By Faith to undo the damage done in my realm...”  Kyvash answered truthfully.

“I am unconvinced... If you truly are sent by Goddess Faith... Where is the Sigil that only she can give?” Victor asked.

Kyvash placed her tea cup down and pulled out a medallion baring the scales of faith with two chalices stacked parallel to each other. Victor could sense the aura of Faith’s blessing and the blessings enchanted onto the medallion is true. 

“I am convinced... If you say is true then... What had transpired to your world and where are we now?”  Victor asked.

“I will tell you Grand father at a later time.. This day has been long and exhausting my Father... May I rest in your room this night?” Kyvash asked.

“Of course... Ill go sleep on the floor.” Kent said.

“Wait Kent their is no need we still have our guest room so she can sleep their.” Charlotte said.

“If I may protest Miss Charlotte... She is my daughter and I wish for her to sleep next to us. If that is fine with you then it would be a great pleasure for me to have a little bonding time with my girl.” Arra asked.

“Well I can’t really say no to you... But we still need one more vote... Aisha are you fine with it?” Charlotte asked.

“Hmm, Well I am a bit concerned... But... Sure... I dont mind what I do mind is Kent will not sleep in the guest room...” Aisha said with a smug smile on her face.

“My oh my... I think I know where this is going...” Charlotte said.

“My son please do not do anything drastic and seriously under-aged to these girls!” Victor whispered.

“Father please... I am not a degenerate, idiotic, and edgy teenager... I am a knight with honor and discipline under my belt... I will never do such a thing... (without prior consent)” Kent said to his father except the last part.

After a quick shower he entered his bedroom to see that it had several renovations. Kent’s room was transformed into a master bedroom instead of a single bed it was a massive bed that can hold over 3 to 7 people at once. 

Kent’s work bench/study table had a few additional upgrades and an added modification/repair table for his left arm. He even had a personal armor stand for his original armor set instead of it being placed in the corner of the room. 

The bathroom had two new showers, a indoor sauna and a built in bath tub 5 meters in length and width.

Aisha was amazed since about Zerrohnian Architecture and engineering is the best in the Frontier second only to the 7th legion. 

Kyvash went down to check on her father to her surprise she found him asleep already on the sofa after what had transpired today he needed some sleep. She leaned in close to see her father’s face and kissed him on the cheek thanking him for an opportunity to live with the family she never had. 

“Now let us get you to bed... you might get a cold here if you sleep for the night...” Kyvash said.

With a single thought she opened a portal pulled out a blanket wrapping the young knight with a gentle warmth. She snapped her fingers and carried Kent to the new bedroom when they left the living room Kent’s head accidentally hit the wall. 

“OH Sorry Father!” Kyvash whispered and casting healing magic on her father immediately.

Kyvash took a deep breath and entered the new bedroom she saw her two mothers were already prepared for bed. Her face turned red in surprise to see how beautiful her mothers unrivaled to their beauty back in her time. 

“Kyvash dear what’s the matter you seem to be flustered?” Arra asked.

“Spirit Mother, I am just surprised... Please forgive me for being surprised... This is the first time I am actually seeing you and Birth Mother like this... The only time I get to see both of you was... Practically never... But that was for another time.” Kyvash explained.

“Then let us change that right now my dear... But where is Kent by any chance?” Arra asked.

“Well...” Kyvash said when she waved her fingers.

She brought the young knight in the room and was laid to rest on the bed Arra asked how did the young knight who took on Hell’s gate and defeated Rio in sword fighting got knocked out cold.

Aisha told them that she heard him say something about a shadow fire art Kyvash immediately realized everything and the infamous art was dangerous to use as it had a cost. Aisha described to the queen what she saw earlier in the mages tower and realized the art was dangerous to use for those who don’t hold the direct blood of the founder.

“In short mother, Shadow Fire art will always require a cost when used... Like the Claws of the raging wind will drain your stamina to dangerous levels I am surprised that Father was able to stay awake for so long without fainting... One of my Blade masters tried to use the same art but he went into a coma for 5 days...” Kyvash explained.

“I see this is a very dangerous technique... But what of Kent will he be okay?” Arra asked.

“Yes but he will require a day’s rest to recover his full power again their is no need to worry.” Kyvash stated as she let her father down on the bed.

“I guess still I...” Aisha said as she covered her face.

Arra snickered as she asked Aisha to sit next to her and gave a heartfelt hug and some head pats. 

“It’s okay sis... Kent didn’t mean it I am sure that it was an accident.” Arra mentioned as she pieced things together.

Kyvash asked what had transpired to her mother when she was a bit embarrassed to tell her. The queen used her telepathy to peek into her memories and saw her parents incident at the camp site. She sighed and knelt down next to her birth mother’s lap and told her a slight truth.

“Wait... So you’re telling me... That their was an assassin in my camp room while I was taking a shower and Kent killed him and... When he heard a noise in the bath room thinking it was an assassin he rushed in and see if I was okay? and how did you know about this is my question to YOU?!” Aisha asked.

“All of my children have eyes that I can take a peek into so what ever they see and call out to me... i can see as well Mother... What Father did is sure an accident but he was only trying to find the assassin and nothing more...(but seeing your body may have been a bonus for him but I will leave it for the readers)” Kyvash explained.

“I guess I owe Kent an apology...” Aisha said.

“Yes you do... But let’s leave it for tomorrow...” Arra asked everyone to hop into the bed.

With everyone sound asleep Kyvash woke up in the middle of the night to check on her parents. She got up the bed with one wave of her hand she opened a portal and took out a very old and damaged picture frame. 

The next day Kent woke up on the new bed to his surprise the three girls were sleeping next to him. He quickly lifted the comforter to check if his pants was still in tact. He got off the bed when he noticed a letter on his work bench Kyvash’s hand writing is refined as if it was written by a great scholar. 

“Father, I will be at the back yard of the Redridge manner I wish to talk with you for a minute or two away from Birth and spirit mother... I will be waiting... And this letter will burn by the time you finish reading this.” Kyvash letter mentioned as it burst into flames.

Kent did not think twice and made his way to the back yard when Kyvash was performing her morning yoga exercise. To his surprise Kyvash resembles Aisha in eyes and hair while her body closely resembles Arra in her true form.

“Ah Father... Do forgive me for requesting your presence so early in the morning.” Kyvash said.

“It is fine... But why would you call for me this early?” Kent asked.

“Yes about that... Please do not scold me after this...” Kyvash said as she snapped her fingers. 

several portals suddenly opened around the young knight and a dozen her care taker high glaives began measuring the young knight. They also prepared several equipment that you would normally find in a hot spring resort.

After some time and several acupuncture treatments for the young knight and a medicinal bath for Kyvash. The young knight was surprised to be wearing some very fashionable clothing for his standards.

“Wait Kyvash why would you do this?” Kent asked.

“No reason really... I wanted to give you much for all the love you gave me many years ago... And this is the only way I can repay you Father... Forgive me.” Kyvash said. 

“It is quite alright...I have not received so many gifts since I was a kid... I only got some weapons and crafts for my birthday each year... So this is a nice change of pace...” Kent stated as he wore the black silk zenomite steel jacket.

“I know... Do not forget this is your day Father... It is your date of birth... This is my gift to you.” Kyvash said.

“Oh right... I keep forgetting that today is my birthday its nothing important Kyvash... It is only one day.” Kent stated. 

“It is important to me... As your child... many of my siblings back in my realm celebrated your birthday... It was the day mothers always took extra effort to give you a day to yourself... before the FALL... Everyone loved you Father... As your child please I beg you... on your day each year please try and celebrate it as much as possible... for me?” Kyvash explained.

Kent looked to his hands and thought to himself what it meant to be human again his brother realized his humanity and pursued a different path. His sister pursues the path of knowledge and the path of the seeker a peaceful civilian path seeking knowledge and teaching it to the next generation of knights and civilians alike.

While he pursues the path of the Knight though he has achieved much and gave much of his freedom to give his people a future worth while. Though his ideals push him forward but without his passion he was slowly losing his heart. Flashbacks of his time in Hell’s gate distorted his reality and perception of who he was a mental scar that can never heal.

Kyvash looked at her father and embraced him reminding him that he was no monster he was her father though she broke many laws to get to where she is now. She did it to guide her Father to where he needed to be like he did for her so long ago. 

With a sigh he agreed to her request and tried to figure out how to be human again though he did not know where to start. 

“I believe I know how...” Kyvash said as she moved two steps to the left.

Kent was confused to why she moved away when he got tackled by a very upset mage. 

“Good morning my child... So very early in the morning for you to have him here all to yourself?” Arra asked.

“I am sorry spirit Mother, I merely requested somethings for Father...”“leaned closer”“ It is Father’s Birthday today Mother... It would be advisable to get a gift for him... I had already given mine...” Kyvash whispered.

“Oh dear I did not even bother to ask... Aisha a word if you would in private please!” Arra shouted.

“Okay sis... Sorry about that Kent but you can go back to the living room mommy Char is looking for you.” Aisha said as she cast teleport on him.

“Ah wait Aisha I!” Kent shouted as he vanished into thin air.

Aisha walked up the steps and took a seat next to Kyvash and enjoyed a relaxing morning of tea and toasted bread. Aisha enjoyed the morning with toasted bread is a luxury that people never had in the village but now it seemed fairly normal for everyone to enjoy such a simple yet wondrous luxury.

She leaned back enjoying the morning fall breeze as the winter times will fall soon for the Village again. Kyvash smiled and told her mother of the many blessings her children had received as well from the three sides of the spectrum. 

The priestess placed her cup down telling Aisha to take it easy with Kent as he was still recovering. She could sense his spirit energy was still barely at full strength again after the incident with the wolf father and the young knight still left a scar or two on his body. 

Kyvash smiled and slipped it into the conversation regarding her Father’s birthday was this day of September 15. Aisha was surprised to learn of this when she stated that over the past few years or so their was barely even any celebrations coming from the Redridge Family about them celebrating their birthdays. 

The queen informed the two that Knights are not often celebrating their birthdays due to their training and discipline will make them forget some most basic information about themselves including their birthday. 

Some knights suffer from a very common case called Dissociative identity disorder meaning when a Xer-razh becomes a knight their original personality will slowly but surely replaced with their new personality forcefully implanted by the Knight templars of the council.

For the Zerrash Kingdom of the dragon-wolf this is a grave situation for any knight elite. That is why many knight Venerates and champions dedicated themselves to mentally train each knight that joins the dragon wolf and ensure they retain their sense of self. 

Though Kent went through the training on both sides and even the hellish mind breaking training of the Hell’s gate which made him practically immune to mental conditioning and hypnotic therapy. But that does not mean his trauma’s was gone and forgotten for a much threatening monster lies behind the darkness. 

Aisha decided to go to the one place that knows what to get the young knight and that was the strike team’s barracks in Bastion Hope. 

“Sis I will leave Kent to you today I will figure out what to get for him... For the both of us!” Aisha said.

“Very well and be careful using your teleportation magic... Last time you over used that spell you got very sick for a week.” Arra mentioned.

“I will besides I have a stock of potions with me so it’s fine sis!” Aisha said as she vanished.

“What to do now...” Arra contemplated.

“I believe their was an event in the  garden festival this day would you like to go?”Kyvash suggested.

“Hmm that is very nice... Maybe a simple stroll through the gardens would do wonders...You are such a very good child when you get born soon I hope that I can repay the love and care that you have given us. ” Arra mentioned. 

“I would not have it any other way Mother... But if you shall excuse me Mother... I have much preparations to deal with for Father’s sake... And for you as well.” Kyvash smiled as she entered one of her portals.

Meanwhile at the Bastion Hope Rex and the others were getting into their morning drills before they set out for their mission today. Clayton had four cups of hot coffee when Aisha suddenly appeared in front of them. The blast from the exit teleportation knocked Clayton off his feet splashing the hot coffee all over him.

“OUCH HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT!!!” Clayton shouted.

“Clay some one get a ice!” Willow shouted as she ran towards the promethian.

“i am so sorry... I should have planned my exit earlier but their was no time... Where is mister Rex?” Aisha asked.

Aisha cast water fall on Clayton to cool his burns and greater heal on the promethian as he almost suffered from 1st degree burns. Rex sighed knowing their was something troubling the young lady and desperate enough to go directly to the team rather than Kent.

She explained the details to the team and what troubled her the most Clayton got an ice pack and placed it on his groin and sat down drinking a cold carbonated drink.

“Ahh that hit’s the spot... So Boss Lady let me get this straight like the Boss man would... So it’s the boss man’s birthday... I think he didn’t say anything about his Bday last year too right boss cap?” Clayton said.

“I remember it but I also know that Kent prefer’s not to celebrate it... After the incident in Hell’s gate... Their were... Complications regarding how it all ended.” Rex stated.

“Yeah, I remember Kent telling his story about the hell’s gate... Clay we aren’t suppose to tell this to anyone since Lady Charlotte.” Rex stated.

“Whats wrong Rex what’re you hiding?” Aisha asked.

“Oh man... This is gonna be a dozy...” Rex mentioned with a sigh.

“Do you mean the one year he was missing? And the journal entry in his keep sake is missing an entire year?” Aisha asked.

Rex nodded he told everyone that Kent was not fully recovered since the effects of hell’s gate can give one un-measurable strength in exchange for breaking the mind and soul of the challenger. 

The young knight was trapped for 7 months in real time for him it was 49 years but the actual mental and spiritual damage he took totaled to 4.9 million years. Hells gate was created by the first ring of Ancients as instructed by the maker so long ago. The hell’s gate had the ability to weigh and measure the spirit of all knights who enter it and break it slowly and painfully as possible or instantly destroy the spirit without a second glance. 

According to the Crusaegrum templars who attempted to repair his soul their was little to nothing left of the young knight’s soul when he came out. 

That is why his perception of reality was off and sometime she notices Kent looking with cold dead eyes and at most times a warming soul piercing eyes. When he returned to New Dawn many noble knights had come to compete for the right to take his place as the Archon candidate. All 521 of them nearly died to their injuries and some had to go under facial reconstruction due to the sheer damage the young knight could do to the zerrohnian’s body even with their healing ability. 

Their bodies was so badly damaged that they had to be in-turned in a bio-medical tank for 3 years. That is why Kent earned another title that day not many know of it but when they hear the silent footsteps and the creeping darkness surround even the knight champions they know he is awake. 

“When the boss fought back then his eyes will signal if he wants to fight seriously or want to torment his enemies... His red blood chilling eyes.... Damn remembering it gave me chills.” Clayton stated.

“Yeah, he was known as the Berserk knight back then he even asked all the challengers to come at him all at once and won without breaking a sweat and with a devilish grin on his face.” Rex added.

 “What did you guys do to get the current Kent back?” Aisha asked.

“We don’t know boss lady... He was very secretive when it comes to today... But if your still down for a present for the Boss Man then were up for the job?” Clayton mentioned.

“Well I know now to not anger Kent... But what do you guys have in mind for a gift?” Aisha asked.

“Well the boss always like to fight... But that isnt a gift... I think I saw him liking a book at the shop today... I think it was a called the Violet of the Whispering wind I don’t get it...” Clayton said.

 “Wait you mean the The Violet Hermit... That’s the... Okay thank you guys... Really appreciate it really I do... Rex I want you and everyone here to report to the Redridge manner this evening for the party okay?” Aisha asked.

“Sure my Lady we have nothing much to do today...” Rex replied 

Aisha smiled and left the barracks by casting dimension move it was similar to teleportation but it was a short distance teleport than and manna efficient. She came out of the portal right in front of the library where she usually buys her books or make special orders for one. 

When the mage entered the book shop of the Whispering hollow It was lively in the shop since most mages and aspiring scholars go their to learn the world from the comforts of home. She quickly approached the counter where the keeper an old friend of hers greeted her.

“Shop keeper Honey.” AIsha greeted.

“My dear Aisha... It’s been so long since your last visit tell me what can I get for you?” Honey asked.

“I am here if I can purchase a book called the Violet of the Whispering wind?” Aisha asked.

“Oh my... is this for a boy you like I see?” Honey asked.

“Well... It’s a gift for his birthday...” Aisha answered.

“Alrighty since you have been my dear friend and my long time customer... I’ll give you the book for free... Let’s see here...” Honey replied.

Honey looked through her stocks to find the book none were found as the book was the latest release to a series though she can make a special order but it will never reach the village in time. 

Aisha sighed and thanked her friend for helping find said book but she only had one last option and went to the one place where the book was made.

She returned to home in the study where her mother usually works she found many stacks upon stacks of paper and ink bottles that had been used up. 

“Mom!” Aisha shouted.

“Aisha my sweet little cherry... what are you doing here so early in the morning?” Alisyha asked. 

“Mom...”“sigh”“ Do you have another copy of the Violet of the Whispering Wind?” Aisha asked.

 “My dear little cherry... Of course for you...” Alisyha said as she dissappeared from the 2nd floor. 

Alisyha re-appeared in front of her daughter with a new book personally hand written by her. Before her mother gave the book Alisyha asked about why would she ask for a copy.

“It’s Kent’s birthday today I asked his friends if they knew anything so I went around town to find the book but it’s sold out apparently... So I came to you mom...” Aisha explained.

“I see... If it’s for your man... then I will give him my personal copy... So here you go my dear...” Alisyha said as she signed the cover before giving it to her.

“Thank you mom...” Aisha said giving her mother a hug. 

Alisyha held her child tightly after all that had transpired between them Aisha still trusts her through many challenges. Alisyha stroked her daughter’s hair and asked her to go and enjoy her day and be with the people she loved.

With teary eyes she saw her daughter grow up to be a beautiful girl as she returned to her work. 

Meanwhile Arra and Kent arrived at New hope park where many had gathered to participate in the flower dance festival. Many had come to participate in this joyous occasion even knights and marines who were off duty were their to participate in the event. 

Arra was very exhilarated to participate in the event for the most part of her life as a priestess they either held the event or were merely asked to judge it. Now she had a great opportunity to be a part of it as a contestant Kent could tell her excitement was overflowing. The young knight took the opportunity to hold her hand making sure that she does not over exert herself. 

“I am sorry Kent, The excitement I feel is overwhelming me right now.” Arra mentioned.

“No need to worry my Lady... I feel the same way... I shall be here every step of the way.” Kent replied smiling at her.

“Thank you Kent for taking care of me.” Arra said as she held his hand.

With a nod the two made their way to the registration although many people were surprised that a priestess will be participating in the event. As a measure to make things fair Arra’s sisters placed a spell seal on her spirit abilities to avoid any cheating. Knights also were not permitted to carry their weapon partners into the event and any other weapon is ill advised. 

The event was a race around the village each contestant must carry their partner in a certain way while passing through certain obstacles around the village placed by the Priestesses. If each contestant can get all 5 colored ribbons before the day is out wins a special prize from the grand priestess herself. 

To make things fare the black queen restricted Kent’s abilities and strength to a tenth of his power along with the arm’s ability to trans-figure into any weapon and utility gear.

The two wore an arm band with their number on it to ensure everyone participating is tracked. Arra and Kent were at the last place of the starting line with everyone preparing for the biggest race in the village many knights who had taken a liking to the Vai’len also participated with their bodies restricted to a tenth of their power. 

“This is going to be fun...” Kent said out loud.

Just before the marathon began Arra’s elder sister Juno Treska took to the sky with her partner spirit as she made several rule changes to the event. Since their are a few knights participating in the event she emphasized the use of force is prohibited any type of magic shall be prohibited and any foul play will automatically disqualify the couple. 

She then raised her hand with a smile proclaiming the race of the flower child to begin. Many civilians carried their partners. Many ran with whole heart with their partners the young knight looked upon the priestess that he made his bond.

Though nervous she held her chest tight as she could not run though her heart and mind wishes to run with the young knight. Her fear could be felt by the young knight with a heavy sigh he held her close to his heart.

“Arra if you are afraid then let me bare that fear... Let me be your shoulder to lean on when the days begin to be rough... Let me be your shield when you fight and I shall be your feathered pen when you wish to speak the truth... I will always stand by you... Should you put your faith in me I will never let you fall.” Kent whispered.

“““sniffle”“ Okay... Thank you for giving me courage Kent...” Arra replied.

“It is my honor my love... Now let us stand together and face tomorrow with our heads held high and the breath of life in our chest... We have a race to win!” Kent told Arra as he pulled her close.

The young knight held Arra close and carried her like a princess as they ran through the starting line. They ran through the obstacle course with relative ease despite his modifications were locked his strength could be compared to a full build human. 

Many contestants were taken out of the race and others simply took it slow and stead. Knights on the other hand did not take the race seriously and others rushed the race Kent and Arra on the other hand took things at a much simpler pace. 

Before they could pass through the finish line Arra asked them to stop and placed her hands on Kent’s cheeks and kissed him. She hopped off Kent’s arms and walked through the finish line together though they did not win but many knights who acted as witnesses they know that He won a bigger battle.

“That was exciting is it not Kent?” Arra asked.

“Yes... Truly exciting indeed... Well the day is still young where do you wish to go next?” Kent asked.

"Where indeed... Is it just me Kent or is it getting hot here...” Arra asked as she started blushing.

The young knight leaned in close placing his palm over her forehead which only made it worse. Arra lost her strength as she collapsed Kent and her sisters rushed to her side. Her fever was slowly rising the priestesses and the Grand priestess herself used every spirit restoration spell they had to slow the fever down. The young knight brought her to the temple to be treated they took out the finest medicinal herbs they had in stock and treated her to the best of their ability. 

Kent was asked to wait outside of her room his worry for her was strong he pulled out his communicator and called for help. Minutes later a team of medical sentinels came to help the Priestesses bringing the finest medicines they could and equipment to check upon the young priestess.

Rex and the team arrived at the front of the temple in the Strike Van when they heard of the news about Arra’s condition.

They waited outside the temple to find her condition was barely improving though she was out of danger. The elder priestess approached the team who were eagerly waiting for good news.

“Sister Arriandale is out of danger for now... Mister Redridge I understand that you are spirit bound to her yes?” The Elder asked.

“Yes My Lady I am the Wolf Father had given me his blessing but not after I got pummeled by him.” Kent explained.

“I see... Well then their lies the problem... Because of your spiritual power... Though you are unable to control or even sense it... It is affecting the other priestesses who are not spiritually prepared to stand with you...”The Elder explained.

“So it is my fault Arra is suffering right now... Excuse my language but ... Curse me...” Kent stated.

“No no no... It is not your fault my dear child... It is a common thing to happen for those who are overflowing with power... That is why the Wolf Father tried to kill you... It was to let out some of your spirit energy so Arra can grow with you...” The Elder explained.

“So because of that attack Arra is now what exactly?” Kent asked.

“She is going under spirit cultivation my dear that is why she is losing control of her power... She must go through it in order to increase her control over her power...” The Elder stated.

“I have a feeling that we are going on a trip I assume?” Kent asked.

“Yes we need a special spirit herb located only at the heart of the Trigor mountain... We need the herb called the Fire Frost drake flower. It is a very rare herb that is used to cultivate fuse the spiritual energy between the manna of the world, your spiritual energy and hers... We implore you to get the herb before the sun sets this day or else her spirit energy will burn her body.” The Elder explained.

“Boss I don’t mean to be rude but we only have 5 hours before sun down and the Trigor mountain is at the other side of the continent if we need to get that herb we need to double time it!” Clayton stated.

“Right... Elder please take this communicator If anything changes in my Lady’s condition please press the red button to call me directly.” Kent said.

“I will thank you little one may the Wolf Father’s speed be with you.” The Elder said.

The team made their way to the Strike Van Aisha walked into the temple to see the team was fully armed and equipped for a mission. Aisha asked what had happened and the details about her sister shocked her the team boarded the Van. 

“Kent I am coming with you!” Aisha said.

“This could be dangerous Aisha are you sure?” Kent asked.

“Yes, you are going to need a guide through the mountains and I am the only person here who knows how to get to the herb and avoid any god level monsters from spotting us!” Aisha stated.

“Then come our transport will pick us up in a moment.” Kent said as he got on the front seat.

With everyone aboard Aisha strapped herself in as the Night Hawk swooped in and latched onto the Strike Van and sped away into the distance. The Van was brought into the Night Hawk Aisha quickly exited the van and vomited as the shock from being grabbed suddenly and moving at 300 miles per hour was not easy for first timers.

“Aw man... Not on the Carpet floor... I just had that cleaned...” Clayton said.

“Really Clay are you seriously worried about your carpet flooring in the mini-van that we stole on Vega to be our cover vehicle and mind you... Changed it into a tactical vehicle of some kind?” Kent asked.

“Hey boss man I like having a car since our family doesn’t own one so when we got a shot to get one i am keeping it! And a big boy needs a big car mind you!” Clayton quoted.

“Unbelievable and here I thought you would want to get a tank or something...” Kent said as he got a motion sickness pill for Aisha.

“Hey I would still love a tank boss... But I guess I’ll have to wait for that one huh?” Clayton mentioned.

The team got settled in as they talked about the next operation ahead of them at the war room. 

“Alright Everyone I know this is on short notice but we have an emergency mission... Arra is in danger... According to the Elder we need the Fire frost flower located at the heart of the Trigor mountain which has been quarantined by the Knight venerates and was dubbed as a rank 45 training area. Though many Adventurers still come here to hunt many dangerous creatures but we are here to get the herb and return to New Hope before sun down.” Kent stated.

“General how are we going to get through the monsters according here they are equally as strong as a Gen 2 knight?” Rex asked.

“Leave that to me... Back in the war against the demons our party fought against many wyrm wraiths so we can train our arts... I know a route where we can traverse through safely.” Aisha stated. 

“Um general a quick question why can’t we take the Night Hawk in?” Marky asked.

“About that the Wyrm Wraiths are very air territorial creatures they will attack anyone who flies in to close I don’t think that they will take kindly on this metal bird thing going near their nests.” Aisha mentioned.

“How about the scorgon?” Kent asked.

“If it’s on the ground then we should be safe... unless the quad earth rhino’s are not competing for territory like last time.” Aisha explained. 

“Then it’s settled We will park the Night Hawk at the nearest outpost Lady Winter will come with us her power’s to control ice should help us with anything fire related... Lily can you handle the flower extraction?” Kent asked.

“Sure I can do that.” Lily mentioned.

“Clay your on the van duty with Willow and Genji... I’ll be on foot. Rex you, Marky and the other marines pilot the tank... Aisha you also go on the tank with Lady Winter.” Kent ordered.

“Sure boss man I can dig that...” Clayton mentioned.

“Kent we are coming to Trigor mountain now... It’s not looking good!” Winter said as she brought a visual to the war room. 

The Entire mountain range was on fire as lava pits were erupting from the ground. It seemed as if the entire mountain range was destroying itself they did not have much time as Winter landed the Night Hawk as close to the mountain base deploying the Strike Van and the Scorgon tank. Kent equipped the SoulZero battle suit with an experimental flight pack called 0-wing pack the team wasted no time going through the mountains.

They had to carefully traverse the volcanic terrain was difficult to go on foot but thanks to the Gravity pads of the Strike Van and the Scorgon tank’s scorpion type legs it was somewhat easy for them to move through. 

“This place is getting a little to hot!” Clayton mentioned as he turned the air conditioning up.

“Yeah even the scorgon tank’s heat suppression is putting through the works General... We might have about 20 to 25 minutes tops.” Rex mentioned.

“Aisha... How far are we from the Flower?” Kent asked.

“We just need to pass through that hill over head and we should be at the resting place of the Fire frost flower drake!” Aisha stated.

“Wait did you just say drake as in a dragon like drake?” Marky asked.

“Yeah why?” Aisha said.

“WE GOT INCOMING DRAGON THINGS!” Marky shouted as he aimed the auto turrets up. 

The drakes poured out of the sky blasting the scorgon with fire balls and molten rocks at the tank. Marky opened fire at the down pour of drakes the laser fire was strong enough to cut rows of the dragons down with relative ease but he was not able to shot all of them down and started to claw and bite down the legs of the tank. 

Willow hopped on top of the Van and started firing her energy arrows at the drakes. The young knight swooped in and cut most of the drakes off from the underbelly of the tank. With the 0-wing pack Kent was able to keep the drakes focused on him for the most part giving the team time to reach the garden.

“Boss we are at the garden Lily is down and gathering the herb as we speak!” Clayton said over the radio.

“Good I will keep the drakes off you guys now get the samples!” Kent ordered. 

“Yes sir...”“radio turn off”“This has got to be something right from fighting space pirates and invading planets to getting flowers...”Clayton sighed.

“Well it’‘s better than getting killed by demons!” Genji replied. 

“Guys is that Aisha!” Willow said as she saw her running towards the center of the flower field. 

Lily jumped out of the Scorgon rushing towards the center of the field trying to find the right flower. Aisha managed to catch up to the medical assassin and told her that the flowers here are still young the one they need is the elder kind which will emit a large amount of manna and spirit energy.

She could not see both and had to rely on her instincts to guide her the two looked around to find the flower. Aisha managed to find it at the base of the lava fall before she could take the entire plant she was attacked by one of the wyrm wraiths that hid itself inside the lava fall. 

The beast used it’s tail swipe knocking Aisha a few meters away from the flower the scorgon tank fired at the wraith but the energy beam simply reflected against it’s scales. The beast rushed towards the scorgon and began a power struggle due to the immense heat generated by the wraith the joints and arms of the tank started to over heat. 

Lady Winter hopped out of the scorgon summoning a few Ice stone giants to fight the massive beast. With the beast occupied with the giants the land they were fighting on slowly became unstable as it started to break apart. 

Lily took a couple of the plants Aisha mentioned and placed it in a sealed container completing their first objective. They managed to run back to the tank though escaping the mountain was going to be a much harder challenge with every level 50 beast on their way to their location. 

On the other hand was still busy fighting the Fire Drakes that tried to eat him and dodging the Wyrm Wraiths as well who are trying to kill him. 

“Kent we got the plant we are getting out of here!” Lily said.

“Got it we will meet at the base of the canyon... I am a bit pre-occupied at the moment!” Kent said as he dodged a fire ball mid air.

When Lily and Aisha checked on the flowers they managed to get it died almost instantly when they extracted it from the ground. Lily was shocked to see a plant die so fast Elder Tsukiyo called Kent using the intercom he gave to her earlier that day.

“Young Child this is Elder Tsukiyo... Did you get the plant?” The Elder asked.

“Yes Ma’am we are heading back now... But every beast in Trigor mountain is trying to either kill us or eat us... I guess it’s both!” Kent stated while avoiding his head from being eated.

 “Kent remember the Flower you are looking for is the one where the fire and the Ice meets and dances around said flower... Any other type would be useless... It will be bright red in color but it will give off a hot yet chilling feel when you touch it.” The Elder said.

“Got it! Lily were you able to get all that?” Kent asked.

“I did we dont know what happened Kent but the plant died almost immediately...  we don’t exactly have the luxury of picking the flower with so many things trying to eat us!” Lily shouted. 

“I am sorry Lily but this is Arra’s life we are talking here... I won’t risk any more lives... I’ll double back at the field to find it you guys head back to the Night Hawk if I am not back in 5 minutes then leave me!” Kent ordered.

“Kent, I won’t leave you GET BACK HERE NOW!” Aisha shouted over the radio.

“I will... as soon as we get the right flower.... I promise I’ll comeback to you... to both of you...” Kent said as he turned off the communicator. 

Kent used up the last fuel cell of his 0-wing pack and returned to what was left of the Fire frost garden. He removed his helm and searched from top to bottom for a flower matching the description but nothing could be found close to it. 

He never gave up hope to find it when the avatar of the wolf father showed itself before him in the form of a human or two. The Wolf Father himself whispered upon the young knight’s ear telling him the flower will never reveal itself to them for he had hid it from the eyes of the Vailen aside from his children. 

For an outsider to get the flower he must pass the trials and defeat the carbon image of his worst nightmare. Kent started to shake when he saw the carbon image of Arra and Aisha the wolf Father will give the flower to him only if he finds peace within his conflicting heart.

Arra charged at the young knight thrusting her spear at him with rapid succession he raised his sword trying to cut her down but each sweep of his blade stops at the last possible second. He knew if he struck the copy down it would mean striking the real one all he could do was block the attacks and tried to disarm her. 

He grappled her spear Aisha’s copy used magic to knock the young knight back to the point the soulzero’s 3rd exo-armor was slowly being torn apart.

Kent focused on taking down Aisha first but Ara managed to throw her spear impaling him at the side of his waist. 

He fell to his knees as Aisha casted elemental lightning at the young knight it slowly chipped away until their was little to nothing left of his suit. Arra pulled out her spear from Kent’s waist and stabbed him right in the left lung He clenched his teeth as the pain slowly gripped his entire body.

 “Give up young one... you can’t protect anyone... You can’t even defeat them... You are no hero to the people of Ren’veil... You have been holding back your desire to kill... I can sense it within you... You want to bathe in their blood... You want to sing and dance to the tune of their screams... You are a demon after all...” The Wolf father said.

“Kent you cant help us... you only saw Ren’veil as a treasure trove for the Zerrohnians... And once you get settled what will you do?  Kill us we won’t let you!” Arra said as she stabbed him again.

“Kent I can’t believe you I trusted you.. I loved you but you were going to kill us!”Aisha cried.

With hellish fire burning his skin from the bone the young knight endured the pain his mind slowly drowned in the voices and screams of hundreds if not billions of lives begging for help. Some clung to him begging to be saved others stated the phrase Murderer Kent clenched his fist to the ground desperately hanging on to what faith in himself he had left.

The Wolf Father stopped his attacks to allow Kent some reprieve he did not utter a single word as he slowly stood up as the lava and fire slowly turned cold. The young knight’s hatred and fear could be felt by the god himself as he unleashed a god defying aura of murderous intent that nearly overwhelmed the copies. 

Kent took off the Soulzero and grabbed the Excaliburst blades interlocking them He spun the blade and grabbed the TrailBlazer buster great sword from the Soulzero before it disappeared.

With the three blades in hand the young knight’s he firmly gripped the handles of the blades concentrating as his intent to kill was true. When he opened his eyes were bloodied with a devilish smile the young knight disappeared into thin air. 

The copies readied themselves for battle when the young knight reappeared behind Arra’s copy and kicked with a powerful sword swing he snapped her spear in half followed with a side kick sending her right into the wall. 

Though the copy did not die the sheer force of the kick was enough to trap her into the wall. The young knight slowly looked at Aisha’s copy as it used the spell Gravity rain against him with the young knight. She also used a multiple chain spell combination of Icecle shower, Hell storm meteors and Earth iron spikes to kill the young knight nothing could barely damage him.

He sliced through the Earth Iron spikes in rapid succession deflecting the icicle rain back to the Wolf Father while the Hell storm meteors barely lasted against him. 

The copy used every spell available against the knight it barely stood but annoyed the monster even though the Gravity rain was still in effect. The knight grabbed raised the Excaliburst blade high above him and sliced the staff the copy used and with a devlish smile he was about to kill the copy.

The Wolf Father immediately intervened by swinging his paw at him but the Knight dodged and delivered over 15 cuts at him. 

“Impressive no mortal had ever wounded me...”The Wolf Father said when the Knight re-appeared right in his face.

Shadow managed to dodge through his dimensional warp when he realized that The young knight’s sword swing was strong enough to break reality apart. He looked into his soul when the demon that was shackled with a billion chains was slowly breaking free. The demon inside him was strong enough to rival all the gods of creation realizing if it were to be released He will awaken and bring an end to creation.

The soul realm where it was kept was slowly breaking apart as it fed on the fear and anger of the young knight. Shadow tried to reach out to him when the demon grabbed his arm and nearly obliterated his arm it was protecting the young knight realizing that it was only protecting him. 

Shadow realizing his folly he used his spirit magic and resealed the demon again in it’s prison and removed the terrible memory that he invoked on his mind but it was too late the demon perceived him as a threat and finally broke free. 

The monster broke free and with a blood curdling roar all of Ren’veil quaked in the wake of the demon hidden within the knight. 

At the same time within the beast and the young knight’s soul realm where none can reach other than them. The beast projected the carbon image of Kent’s personal study aboard the Storm raider. 

The beast looked on the window of memories while the young knight stood beside it in silence. 

"So I had been awakened again...” The Beast said.

“I am sorry... For being weak...” Kent said.

“Don’t be... your dealing with a god... They will never play fair and will always exploit what we hold dear to our heart... Just like that blasted judicator who put us in that prison... Pathetic...” The beast said.

“Creation will always have good and bad people.. It’s just sad that I can’t kill them because.” Kent said.

“Yeah, yeah the book of law where that man we call a father enforced upon us... But when will you start following your own path instead of being a slave to the system?” The Beast asked.

“I am no slave... I earned my freedom!” Kent shouted.

“DID YOU NOW... When you fought Father before I was born... Did he really NOT hold back... Or did he? Did you do ANYTHING TO PROTECT CHIMERA FROM RIO WHEN HE TRIED TO KILL HIM NOT ONCE BUT MULTIPLE TIMES ALREADY! WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO BE TRUE YOU... AND NOT SOME PRETENDER!” The Beast shouted.

“I...” Kent uttered.

“Exactly.. If you don’t make your choice will you ever be true to those who count on you? Will you let the future Kyvash said to come true... A lot of people are counting on you other me... Specially those two... Until you make your choice I will remain awake... Remember other me... Even if we are at peace our people will always need a hero... ” The Beast said.

The young knight contemplated remembering the future of his people the though of losing them crippled him. Until Aisha and Arra’s image appeared before him telling the young knight that he will always be a hero for them. That day when Aisha and Arra needed him not because they asked but he chose to be their hero. 

The young knight stopped his other half before he could leave with a smirk on the beast’s face he told him.

“I hate being a hero because of what we went through in Hell’s gate... But I have a reason to be a hero... I will only be one for them... Is that good enough?” Kent said with pride.

“HA, Well its a bit bland... But close enough... Now Let’s go... we have a wolf’s butt to kick and a priestess to save?” The Beast said. 

They agreed to never be a hero used by anyone else but for them and those who truly need him they will stand together. The beast held the wolf Father at bay it suddenly opened it’s mouth when the young knight appeared out of nowhere. 

Kent clenched his fist and punched Wolf Father down to the ground and the beast threw him back into reality. Weakened and battered Kent took control of his body and ran towards the wolf Father aiming it at his neck. 

“Do forgive us for being a bit rough but that is what you get when you awaken Somethings that I dont want to remember... Now the The Flower please?”Kent said with the blade inches away from his neck.

“Very well... You have earned it... And much more... " The Wolf Father said as he returned everything to normal.

With the flower finally secured the Wolf Father praised the young knight stating that he had never had such a battle and the last battle he fought was during the war of the gods during the early years of Ren’veil.  He thanked the young knight for such a thrilling battle and opened a spirit gate to New Hope before he left he asked the name of the beast inside him. 

The young knight told him he had no name and only wanted to sleep and never be awakened again. Before he entered the gate he stopped and rephrased his answer and told him it’s name was Berfomet Alpha and entered the gate.

The Wolf Father smiled tapping the fire frost garden with his claw and healed the damage of the ferocious battle they had and rescued his copies who are actually the previous grand priestesses of old Ren’veil.

“Father... for the record... That child hit’s hard... And his killing intent was true... He is a terrifying foe to behold.” The Grand Priestess said.

“Or a Hero we need... Make no mistake my children... War is coming to the created and when it comes a Hero like that child shall be needed this war will re-shape creation and will determine the fate of all that is created...” The Wolf Father said Leaving a note on a stick before they disappeared.

After the Wolf Father left with his children the team arrived at the site of the Flower bed as if the battle had never happened. The stability of Trigor mountain returned to normal and the beasts that died were revived and returned to a docile state. 

Rex and Clayton looked around to see a note on a stick.

“Hey Cap... Their’s a note... on a stick!” Clayton stated.

“Way to point the obvious my friend but let’s see what the note says.” Rex said.

He tore off the stick as it said You will not find your friend here I had sent him back to your home... Best wishes and safe travel... The Wolf Father.

“Well let’s just take it as a clue and return home... Maybe we will have some news when we get back. Man I hope Lady Aisha will not kill us for this?”Rex said as they walked back to the scorgon.

Meanwhile at the Temple Arra was holding onto a very thin thread with her Spirit energy going out of control and with out the transcendance Dragon fire frost pill it will spell the end for her. Every priestess in the village and all across the Free kingdom  prayed for a miracle to come to their sister. 

All of a sudden a temple gate opened above the prayer area and the young knight fell from the ceiling landing face first on the floor. 

“OUCH!!!” Kent said.

“My oh my Child where have you come from?” The Priestess of the choir asked.

“Um no time for me to feel pain... Where is the Head priestess Tsukiyo?!” Kent asked. 

The priestesses told him that the priestess is in Arra’s room tending to her final moments Wasting no time Kent rushed through the door busting through the wooden door. He ran with full speed to Arra’s room he busted down the door and saw Arra was turning pale. 

“Elder I have tehe flower!” Kent shouted.

“By the Wolf Father’s grace thank you Kent... Prepare the mortar and pestle and the medicine cauldron... We must not waste any more time!” Tsukiyo shouted.

Kent stayed next to Arra during the pill creation process they mixed many other high grade ingredients into the couldroun including but not limited to Five headed dragon god scale powder,Infernal Dragon heart, the roots of the Eternal tree, the blood violet vine, Wolftide bean, and the extract of the Fire frost flower. 

The priestesses of the body and the spirit worked hard and fast to conjure the pill for they only have one chance to successfully make one. With all hope riding on the pill Kent held her hand and pleaded to Faith to show them the light for he is not yet ready to lose anyone. 

The Three elder priestesses poured in their spirit energy into the cauldron the down pour of spirit energy fused the ingredients together. 

“Kent...” Arra wheeze.

“I am here... stay strong my love... I am your hero... i will never let you go!” Kent said as he grasped her hand.

“My... Hero...” Arra wheezed heavily.

“The cauldron is about to explode!” The Elder shouted.

With the massive overflow of spirit energy the cauldron exploded with the shards of cauldron ricochet off the wall Kent shielded Arra as most of the shards buried into his back and some spirit fire burned off most of his skin.

With the smoke cleared the pill was up for reach Elder tsukiyo grabbed it and gave it to Kent and fed it to Arra. With the pill ingested Arra’s body slowly began to stabilize as she went into a sleep state called cultivation coma where her body must evolve in order to grow stronger and be able to withstand the rampaging spirit energy. 

It is uncertain when will she awaken as her level is in the golden refinement master the next stage will require her full concentration. All they could do now was wait for Arra to finish her cultivation but their is a way to speed up the process. 

“Kent you can enter her spirit realm and help her balance her human spirit and her wolf spirit.... We shall help you get to her realm... Remember child once you enter her inner realm you will see her true nature you must do everything in your power to embrace her new self in order to beat the spirit beast.” Elder Tsukiyo said.

“Okay how do I enter her realm?” Kent asked.

The Elder proceeded to kiss Kent on the forehead that knocked him out almost instantly and carried his body next to the priestess. They proceeded to link his mind to her’s the priestesses gathered around them and prayed for their safe return. Upon entering her realm it was much similar to New Hope’s flower garden the only difference was their was a shrine at the center of the village surrounded by a large number of treas of oak and chestnuts. 

Upon arrival the young knight followed the stoned pathway to the center where he saw Arra fighting a losing battle against  her fiery spirit animal.

Kent rushed in to aide her a powerful spirit barrier was placed around the shrine preventing outsiders from interfering. 

“NO!!!” Kent shouted.

He slammed his fist multiple times upon the barrier the shrine burned Kent’s arms yet it did not phase him. He did everything he could as he helplessly watched his loved one beaten and slowly burned by the spirit. 

He closed his eyes knowing that if he wanted to save her their was only one mean to break the barrier. He closed his eyes and thought of the claws of the Wolfen primals of the royal guard and re-imagined it as his hands.

His fingers began to change as it extended to half a meter in length knuckles armored with spikes in the real world the priestesses saw the young knight’s body slowly being burned. Aisha and the team arrived at the temple with the hope to aide the two. All she could do was keep Ken’ts body from falling apart from the spirit fire engulfing him.

“Miss Aisha please use every ounce of manna you have left...” The Elder’s pleased.

“I’ll do what I can it wasn’t easy using most of my reserves to teleport a ship as big as the metal bird... But for my sis and Kent... I’ll give it my all... Mister Rex get a blue potion out of my satchel it’s a replenishment potion!” Aisha stated as she started sweating cold bullets.

Rex took it out of her satchel and fed her the entire bottle as the damage being done to Kent was extensive and slowly burning his body alive. 

At the same time Kent used the soul claws and hacked and slashed the barrier formed by the shrine with relentless fury. The shrine attacked the young knight sending several dozen spirit fire spears that impaled and burned him. Though he had suffered many physical and spiritual injuries the young knight did not waver he finally managed to break a small portion of the barrier and rushed in to aide Arra.

Never wavering in his duty and uncaring of what happens to him so long as his loved ones are saved the sacrifice he will give shall never be enough.

#UnwaveringHero

[bionic-buckyb]

What Happens In Vegas: Part 14

A Bucky x Reader / AU drabble series

Master List

A/N: Sorry this took a bit! I had 5 days off from work and literally did nothing but sit on my ass, so that was nice. This chapter explains some things, so I hope you like it. So far (unless I decide to write more or the next chapter seems unfinished), only two parts left! Let me know what you think. I love hearing from you! ♥

Word Count: 1,182

Warnings: - language.

Tags: (at the end)

*gif is not mine.

Bucky’s words hit you like a ton of bricks, square in your chest. He moved towards you, his hand outstretched, but you backed away, unable to meet his eye. You were hurt; offended that he hadn’t told you such important information. Was he the man you thought he was, or was he someone else entirely? Your heart was screaming at you that he was a good person, that he was going to tell you at the opportune moment but hadn’t yet had the chance. Your brain was yelling at you to kick him out, scream at him for being such a piece of shit, and never speak to him again.

In the end, your heart won.

“Well fuck, Bucky,” you breathed out, blowing a rush of hot air out of your mouth with force. “This is… a lot.”

“I know it is, doll, and I am so sorry it’s all happened this way. But you have to believe me when I tell you, I was going to explain all of this to you when the time was right. Steve was obviously pissed because he thought history was repeating itself, but it’s not like that with you.”

“Then what is it like?” you asked, standing up straighter and looking him directly in the eye. “Why am I different?”

“You’re special. Everything about you radiates perfection. With Peggy, it was an accident, on both parties. We got completely smashed, got married, and well… made Charlotte. But I never had feelings for her, Y/N.”

“How can you have sex with someone you don’t have feelings for?”

“In my right mind, not intoxicated, I can’t. It’s impossible. I didn’t even know what happened until we woke up next to each other naked---“

“Okay,” you said bluntly, putting your hand up to silence him. “I get it.”

“Steve thinks he loves you, but I know he still loves Peggy. He can’t forgive her for what she did to him, not with Charlotte in the picture…”

“But why did he forgive you?”

“I don’t know, honestly. Maybe because we’ve known each other since we were kids, but he’s known Peggy almost his entire life too. I don’t think he ever fully forgave me, if I’m being honest.”

“Why doesn’t Steve give Peggy another chance? I mean… if what you say is true, everything was an accident. It wasn’t out of love that you both slept together and got married. It was an accident.”

“Once Steve is offended, it’s hard for him to reconcile. I mean… I think he would’ve taken it a bit better if a baby wasn’t born from it.”

You hadn’t even met Peggy, and you already disliked her. It was hard not to, considering she was the mother of Bucky’s child, had been married to him before (if only for a very brief time), and kept his only daughter from him, as if he were some kind of degenerate.

“Why won’t she let you see Charlotte?” you asked softly, after a brief silence between you. Your brain was working in overdrive, trying to find answers for all of your questions.

“I don’t know. She just won’t. She won’t answer my calls. I’ve tried to take it to the courts, but they said we need to take a paternity test in order for me to have any rights.”

“So… why hasn’t that been done?”

“Because she put a PFA on me. I can’t be within 100 feet of her or Charlotte at any time. My rights don’t matter.”

“What?” you asked dramatically, not able to contain your shock. “Why the fuck would she do that?”

“If I knew, I would tell you. I think she’s hiding something though, and I have no way of ever finding out what that is. I can’t tell Steve, because he won’t believe me.”

“Bucky… is it possible that Charlotte—“

“What? Charlotte, what?”

“Isn’t yours…” you trailed off, kicking yourself for even mentioning it. You could see just how much Bucky loved Charlotte when he spoke of her.

“It’s extremely possible. Her and Steve were in a relationship, remember?”

“Then why doesn’t she try and get a test done to see who is actually the legitimate father, instead of trying to push you away? Charlotte deserves to know her dad. If Steve is her father after all this time, things could have been worked out between him and Peggy. If she’s yours, you’re missing out on precious time when a little girl really needs her dad.”

“I get what you’re saying, doll,” Bucky said, brushing a stray piece of hair away from your forehead. “You have no idea how happy I am that you’re not killing me right now. This is truly why I love you. But in all honesty, what am I supposed to do about it?”

“Fight for your rights. If she’s yours, you deserve to be a part of her life.”

“Peggy is… kind of a big deal, Y/N. No lawyer can ever take her down with the heat she’s packing in her corner.”

“Are you forgetting who your wife is?” you asked stupidly, mentally punching yourself for not thinking of this before. Bucky’s eyes lit up at your words, and you could tell he did forget.

“You’re a lawyer,” he said, open mouthed, his hands waving wildly in the air. “I can’t believe I fucking forgot you’re a lawyer.”

“I am,” you said with a smirk, watching him freak out.

“And a damn good one too. You’re the one who got Clint out of that robbery, yeah?”

“I did.”

“He was clearly guilty, but you got him a year’s worth of probation, when he should’ve been in jail.”

“Clint’s a good guy who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I just had to show the judge that.”

“Doll…” Bucky said, striding over to you and placing his hands on your shoulders. “After everything I’ve done to you, I’m going to ask you something. You can say no, but it would mean the world to me, and I would owe you my life.”

You looked up into his sapphire orbs, swirling with hope. You knew what he was going to ask. With all of your heart, you loved him. He was your husband, and not just because it happened in Vegas so suddenly, but because you wanted him to be. You realized, standing right in front of him and watching his face positively light up was enough for you to do whatever he asked.

“I’ll help you,” you said, before he could even ask himself.

“Oh my god, you will?” he breathed out with relief, his eyes widening even more if possible. “Thank you. Seriously, thank you so much.”

Bucky wrapped you up in the biggest bear hug and kissed you right on the lips. His face was flushed red, as he spun you around the room. You kissed him back, and tried your best to stem your nerves for what was sure to be the biggest court case of your entire career.

“Don’t thank me until we know who Charlotte’s father is.”

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Good Intentions, Prologue

Alright. So here’s the story on this one. I started writing this a long time ago in the Alexander Skarsgard fandom. I didn’t get very far, then I let it go a few years, and I got back to it and realized I’d grown a lot as a writer, and the writing wasn’t that great. I put it away... now six years later and I’m jonesing for a historical/Regency thing to write--one I already have planned and don’t need to plan so I’m not starting a new story. Rather, I’m just rewriting an old one.

This is the prologue. If you like it and want to see more, let me know. Seriously. I’ll just keep it to myself if people aren’t interested in it, but I’d like to share it if you want to read it.

My sole caveat for this story is this: It’s dark. We’re talking Black Jack Randall levels of messed up. Like implied non-con, abuse, etc. Very triggery in the beginning, but nothing explicitly depicted. This isn’t your normal Regency/Austen fare. As a whole, I don’t think it’ll be a sexy story like I’m used to writing, but the dark bits in it will make it mature and, perhaps, difficult for some to read. 

Prologue

Mr. George Aubrey was a man of no little consequence. As a true country gentleman with one child and no living wife—and an estate of modest wealth—he enjoyed many of life’s more luxurious offerings, not at all limited to the most sinful of vices. He preferred drink and prostitute to dice and cards, but he regularly frequented establishments offering all the finest diversions from the otherwise dull country life of a man with nothing better to do than spend his money.

More than one society economist agreed on the virtue of saving rather than spending, especially for the years when failed crops meant meager living from crofter all the way up to landlord. Mr. Aubrey, unfortunately, had little concern for such matters, his lust for vice knowing no equal.

In a moment of startlingly stark sobriety, however, he considered that perhaps he should have had more care for his money. Had he not deposited such a fortune into ol’ Bessie’s skirts, he would not have woken in a damp room, face down in a half-frozen accumulation of unspeakable filth—liberally mixed together with spilled ale leaking from the taproom floorboards overhead.

His skull nearly split in two as he blinked and tried to right himself, but the heavy irons on his wrists were cumbersome and prohibited some movement. He rolled onto his back to face the stone-and-wooden ceiling. Cold liquid dribbled into his eye.

“Oi, ‘enry!” called a voice. “ ‘e’s awake!”

Aubrey turned at the sound of the voice. A beast of a man balanced on an aged oak cask, his gnarled face half hidden in shadow. Giant filthy fingers deftly worked a small dagger to wheedle a piece of wood. The man flashed a wicked smile, a line of yellow with black holes were teeth had once been.

Aubrey shuddered, as the identity of his captor slowly wriggled its way out of the haze of drink and concussion. Tommy was, after all, the meanest and vilest of Henry Beaumont’s lot of enforcers; Aubrey wondered how he had survived this long.

“Glad you could join us, ol’ Georgie-boy,” he said. “Sleep well?”

“Like a babe, Tommy,” Aubrey answered him, though he was not certain whether he had been sleeping or simply knocked out cold. Considering the throbbing pain in his head, he wagered the latter.

Aubrey grunted and clutched his head when the sound of metal scraping on the floor filled the small chamber. Beaumont stepped into the room and into clear view, well dressed and dandy, clearly not happy with the situation presented to him.

“Where’s my money, Aubrey?” Beaumont asked, removing his gloves and adjusting the signet ring on his small finger. The scant lamp light caught the movement, igniting the gold ring and the Beaumont crest imprinted in it.

Aubrey harrumphed. It left quite the unflattering bruise the last time he’d seen it.

“What money?” Aubrey inquired.

Beaumont’s rage concentrated in his fist when it struck Aubrey’s cheek. Aubrey collapsed like a ragdoll, the metallic, bitter taste of blood welling in his mouth. He struggled upright again, spitting on his abductor’s fine leather boots. Beaumont kicked his ribs in response, drawing all the air from his lungs.

Beaumont stood over him and grasped the front of his shirt, pulling him close to his face. “You know what I’m talking about. You said you would have it to me a fortnight ago. Now, I was more than generous, gave you more time, and you still don’t have it. What am I to think, Aubrey?”

Aubrey hung his head. What defense did he have? Nothing. Why compound matters by voicing it?

“I’m not surprised,” Beaumont said, releasing his grasp on Aubrey’s shirt; Aubrey collapsed onto his arthritic elbows with a sickening crunch. The younger, lean man began pacing in marked steps around the small cell, somewhat like that tiger he’d once seen at a menagerie in London. Give Beaumont a few black stripes and fearsome teeth—he might as well be one with all his growling.

Beaumont stopped, froze in his spot and snapped his attention back to Aubrey. “Bess and Lulu’s attentions are not cheap, are they?”

“Just give me more time,” Aubrey pleaded. “I’ll have it to you. It’s nearly Michaelmas—”

Beaumont laughed at him and shook his head. “You shouldn’t fool yourself into thinking that the paltry profit from your land rents will do anything to satisfy your debt. Quarter day or not, you will still owe a considerable sum, to me and to others. And the others will not be as gracious as I have been.”

“What do you expect me to do, then?” Aubrey asked. “Will you kill me and be done?”

“Now, Georgie, why would I ever want to do that?” Beaumont asked. “If I kill you, I’ll never see a return on my investment. And should I send you to Marshalsea, you might only accrue more debt to your name!”

Aubrey shuddered at the mention of the debtor’s prison. He’d been thrown there once before; returning was not a viable option.

“What, then?” Aubrey asked.

Beaumont cracked a smile of ivory teeth—the type of arrogant smirk no man could mistake as being genuine or kind. “Work off the debt for me.”

Aubrey looked down at his lamed leg. The surgeon did his best to repair the damage as a young man and the injury new, but Aubrey never recovered full use of it. Age had only worsened the damage. As it was, he could barely sit a horse for any length of time—just long enough to travel from home to tavern.

“You know I cannot work.”

“Ah,” said Beaumont. “I thought you might say that. You do have a child, though, that could work for you.”

“No!”

The man’s cold eyes glimmered. Beaumont enjoyed this game. “Aye, her.”

“She is good and humble, Beaumont. She doesn’t deserve such a fate,” he said. How he had ever raised a daughter like her, he would never know.

Beaumont glowered and stepped closer. “It’s ‘my lord’ to you, Aubrey.”

“You cannot have her.”

“What’s stopping me?” Raising a booted foot, the horrible man stepped on Aubrey’s knee, turning it out and applying his weight. Aubrey shrieked at the blinding pain, stars bursting before his eyes. “Will you stop me?”

Aubrey sucked in a breath and maneuvered out of his discomfort, but he couldn’t form words lest he lose his last meal on Beaumont’s boots.

“Give her to me and it will settle your debts. And think—without another to care for, it leaves you that much more to spend in my gambling halls.”

Aubrey was ashamed that the thought of such a thing was not entirely unappealing to his sensibilities.  Daughters were so very expensive to maintain.

“I have plans to have her married off soon,” Aubrey protested, but even he had to acknowledge the argument sounded feeble on his lips. She was no nearer a proposal than he was to repaying Beaumont with actual coin. But he figured he ought to do his Christian duty as a father to his daughter, at least, in trying to resist him.  Even if it wouldn’t matter in the end.  Beaumont had made up his mind long before he’d come here.

A fleeting chill of concern shook him from the base of his spine to his head. What if Beaumont already had her?

Beaumont’s dark eyes narrowed at him. “What man would want her with no money to bring to the marriage?  There won’t be any place for her to go but the poor house or the whore house with a degenerate like you as her father.”

Aubrey bristled at the notion and used the energy to push the man away and stand up. He leaned on his good leg, wincing as another shooting pain coursed through the lame one. Beaumont stepped closer again, until Aubrey could feel the man’s hot breath on his face. He smelled of fancy French cologne that was as horrible as the stench on the ground.  Of course, if he wished to smell like Napoleon’s army, that was his choice, but Aubrey would not have made the same one.  Pride for king and country and all that.

“She’s a pretty thing, isn’t she?” Beaumont asked. “If she’s as pure as they say, she’ll pay off all of your debts and then some.”

Aubrey lunged at him, but tripped over his feet and caught himself on the stone wall. “Please don’t take her. She won’t go willingly.”

Beaumont snorted and laughed as though the notion were ridiculous. “She can be broken, just like you.”

“You don’t know her.”

“You don’t know me.” Beaumont’s fist connected with his gut. Aubrey once again fell against the wall and clung to it with all the strength he could muster. He must remain upright, retain some dignity. Beaumont stepped back, giving him another conceited smirk as he replaced the gloves on his hands. He turned on his toes with a precision only a military man could emulate. “Tommy, make sure he gets home.”

“Aye, boss,” he said. “Wha’ of the girl?”

“I’ll handle the girl,” Beaumont said as he retreated up the uneven stone steps. He opened the door and closed it behind him with a decisive thud.

Aubrey turned to the enforcer, noting the malicious leer stretching his lips and revealing his holey mouth.  Tommy cracked the knuckles of his giant hands. It was only then that Aubrey realized this nightmare had not ended when Beaumont left.

It had only just begun.

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