#this is unedited cuz i am too tired

[hansols-yoda-boxers]

Oct 4th [Jihyo + Biting]

[9:20] Jihyo let out a content sigh, head falling back against the pillows as you kissed down her neck. Her fingers ran lightly up and down your back, the light touch sending a thrill down your spine. Your lips trailed softly along her skin as your hands held her waist firmly. You trained your gaze up at her as you came to her breasts, nipping at her through her bra and watching the way her teeth caught her bottom lip.

“You’re so good to me, baby,” she hummed as your hands slipped up her back to undo her bra.

“Wish I could leave you with marks,” you mumbled. You knew it was out of the question, marking up her neck the way you wanted to leave her with reminders of you during her busy days when you were apart. Her stylists would flip and she’d land in hot water for it and that was the last thing you wanted for her.

“Who says you can’t?” She murmured, a mischievous glint in her eyes. 

You gave her a look before sucking her nipple between your lips. She was just taunting you now. Jihyo let her eyes fall closed and arched her back pressing up towards you and your hand found the small of her back, holding her close while you ran your tongue around the sensitive bud and listened to her pretty sighs.

“Maybe you need to be creative,” she murmured, smirking. “Think sneakily.”

You paused for a moment, contemplating that, a hand on her waist holding her a little tighter. You kissed across her chest, sucking on the other nipple and moaning for good measure while you started to think about marking her again. You knew depending on the outfit a lot of skin could be showing, but some areas were never uncovered.

You moved your lips a little, to the side of her breast, before sucking harshly on the skin. Jihyo let out a moan, nails scratching down your back.

“That feels so good, baby.”

You knew she was egging you on. She knew how much you liked the idea and how much fun it would be to have a little secret, just for the two of you. When you finally pulled off with a small ‘pop’ you gazed down at the darkening mark, biting down on your lip and feeling the rush of arousal run down your spine.

“It looks so pretty,” she grinned. “Aren’t you going to give me some more, baby?”

It took no more convincing for you to press back in, sucking dark marks around the sides of her breasts and the tops of her ribs, each one blossoming into pretty dark reds as your lips trailed to the next spot. Pretty moans fell from her lips and as your fingers came to toy with her nipples she started to grind her hips up against you.

You kissed down her stomach, taking your time in hooking your fingers into her panties and slipping them down her legs. She lifted her hips for you as you got them off, then spreading her legs for you to settle between them. You gazed up at her as you pressed a few kisses to her thighs before sucking another mark into her hip. She ran her fingers up your shoulder and the back of your neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

You brought one hand between her legs, lazily dragging your fingers through her folds and drinking her moans as you teased her entrance. Another mark sucked into her skin, leaving a pretty red flower behind as you eased a finger into her core, drawing a whine from her that had you shifting your hips and squeezing your thighs.

As you started to curl your finger into her at a steady pace a desire ensnared your mind. You kept a careful watch as you picked a soft spot on her thigh, sucking it lightly before gently sinking your teeth in. Jihyo let out a gasp, grabbing at your hair and meeting your gaze with something much more intense and much less composed. You felt the way she clenched hard around your finger as you did so.

You gave her a grin, giving her little time to recover as you pressed a second finger into her heat. Her breathing grew quicker as and curses fell off her lips as you moved your fingers more quickly. You kissed at her other thigh until you found just the right spot to bite down again. Jihyo cried out your name, grip in your hair tightening and hips bucking into your hand.

“Fuck,” she breathed. “Baby, you better not stop that until I cum nice and hard on your pretty fingers.”

#timestamp #kinktober 2022 #this is unedited cuz i am too tired #i barely remember anything from today oof #twice imagines #twice smut #jihyo imagines #jihyo smut #park jihyo smut

[euphor1a]

besties wanted jk n mingyu so i gib jk n mingyu🤩

— or, a small bit of the very messy outline of my death the junggyu fic™. totally unedited and raw (intentional). kept that way so that one can feel the original vibes i was feeling when i was brainstorming this on a random 3 am 😙

fwb popular!jk & campus crush jock!mg 

jk is popular for very obvious (? or is it) reasons 🤭, almost made him a fuckboy but nah not really. man’s terrified of commitment so he used to sleep around often, kinda.

but then he finds our oc and *cough* *cough* legitimately falls. still not willing to commit tho 🙄 hence the “fwb” (at least that’s what he convinced himself)

our poor oc... sigh. let’s just say they’re on different pages :/ and our girl is tired of jk’s bs, desperately trying to gather herself and actually move on.

SHE DESERVES SOMEONE WHO ACTUALLY WANTS TO BE W HER!!!!

incoming our campus crush kim mingyu 😍

man’s so fine that everyone can feel themselves physically swooning when he’s around 😫

he’s also a jock 😼, not entirely sure which sport i want him to play though... (?🏀)

NOW NOW!! this man is one of those guys who rejects all advances but his love-life is pretty much non-existent (sounds like the biggest lie but yes,,,)

rumor says he used to be nasty nasty at first apparently 👀 but then he found better people as friends and changed 🤨? did a total 180°?

on this random evening after a session, oc asks jk to help her make mg jealous (?) idk she just needs his ✨ATTENTIONNNNNN✨!!! am i self-projecting? am i?

oc always knew him (who wouldn’t), but she was introduced face to face with theeee kmg by jk 🤠

she actually got pretty close to jk’s friend group cause she tagged along w jk to group hang outs frequently (fyi, it was jeon jungkook who would drag her w him 💀)

and 👉🏼👈🏼 she developed this silly little crush on mg 🙈

later on, as oc realized jeon jk is hellbent on staying “friends”, she decided to give other people a chance.

she secretly hopes that if she dates someone else, maybe jk can see and come back to his MFING SENSES

but anyway, our girl is a bit too deep into the mingyu rabbit-hole by now also 😔✋🏼

sulky n pouty jk being mad about oc liking mg… cause guess what!? junggyu homies 😔✊🏼

hmm…. jk still fucking oc in the midst of that ish cuz why not 🫣 n he’s mad too so kinda hate fucking? anyway — oc convinces jk bc she is a simp for mg same girl i feel u and jk agrees half-heartedly cause he would actually give her the whole world 🙄 just stupid ass simps everywhere!!

jk thinks that mg will never say yes 🙃 so deep down he’s like making plans about how he’s gonna absolutely destroy oc and punish her once she gets her heart broken by the campus crush 🥴

like??? BITCH LOOK WHOS TALKING? men are so dense sometimes like WHAT EVEN CANT YOU SEE THAT YOU HURT OC TOO (maybe in a worse way tbh)

sigh... so anyway.

mg thinks oc is prettiest ever & attractive asf and he gets butterflies and stuff when she’s around 🥰🦋 but he never made a move bc he knows there’s sumn fishy going on between oc n his friend 😩

SURPRISE! that man has been pining over oc from who knows when 😦

no one except him knows about it though 😔 (well... you guys know now)

moving forward 👾

jk being grumpy n fighting oc every 10 secs for the dumbest things bc she fell for his bff out of all people 🤡 (but jk is an asshole too cuz bro should’ve stopped saying shit like “we are nothing but friends”?? like yk you can’t just expect a girl to be your fwb for the rest of your life?? 🙄 plus she caught feelings for you n you were a dumb bitch abt it... she deserves to be loved, verbally, physically, mentally and in all the ways 😔🥺)

[REDACTED]

↻ error loading the rest, please try again later. 

... i think i spoiled a bit too much 😵‍💫! but yea here you go!! if you have any thoughts about this, feel free to share them through asks or comments! i’d love to hear them! and, for this once, i request to not rb 🙈! i wouldn’t be the most comfortable seeing this reblogged 😭

#📝; wip talk #do not rb pls <3 #hrfjhuhufjhuhruih this is how all of my wips look initially 💀 #im so embarrassed help #but isnt it fun to read it this way? i hope... #also hoping that these ideas wont get randomly stolen #been super paranoid since all that plagiarism was found #anyway lmk what you guys think #🥹 #i will start writing once im done with planning the whole plot #if you cant tell... this is gonna be a long one

[grogusmum]

In Which, I Go To My Very First Day of School, or Dad Leaves Me With A Stranger and A Bunch of Random Other Kids, But It Could Have Been Worse

As told, by Grogu Djarin

NOTE: this little Grogu story is not in connection with any Mandalorian Episode or my fic A Galaxy Far Far Away. With thanks to @jessie-writes-things for the idea. Unedited- sorry gang.

~☆~

I just want to start by saying, I am an excellent co-pilot, and can handle flying the Razor Crest, I just need a more little practice.

But some people,  Ms Carasanthemum Dune and Mr Dinjamin Djarin, think I need “watching”. I know that’s not their names, it is what I call them, just to myself, when I’m mad at them.

So Dad brings me to this building, and I will admit, it seemed kinda nice. There are drawings on the walls, I can hear laughing and singing. There are grown ups walking with kids lined up walking behind them. I don’t know where they were going but it is apparently very important to be quiet in the hallways. Dad talks to someone behind a desk, they smile at me, I smile back and say hello, cuz, I am very good and behaved, and should be able to stay in the Razor Crest when Dad is busy. But Dad completely misses how grown up I am being.

Then Dad puts me on the floor and “let’s me walk”, HIS LEGS ARE MORE THAN TWICE AS LONG AS MY WHOLE BODY!! Well, at least he saunters. I keep saying I need a Massiff to ride. But, the language barrier. You know, we’ve discussed it before.

ANYWAYS, We walk to a door, luckily not too far from where Dad put me down. Dad knocks, and a person with a big smile opens the door. They look down at me, and then crouches down to say hi, which is kind, cuz I get a crick in my neck with all the looking up I do!

Dad says this is your teacher, and my teacher (apparently) told me their name- Mx Ardan and asked me mine.

Dad starts explaining about the language barrier, and that my name is Grogu, and though I’m little I can get into all kinds of stuff- WAIT WHAT? Is there no fresh start, Father, I ask you? Mx. Ardan laughs, and says, everything in their room is for getting into. I see Dad shoulders go down at this news and then does a sigh, it’s his good sigh. I know ALL his sighs. 

We all walk into the room, and I think my teacher is right, there are lots of good things to get into. Dad starts talking all quiet to my teacher, and I go investigate a tower a twi’lek kid is making with bright blocks. I wave and the kid waves and says “hi”. I wish I could say can I play too, I mean I do but, well, you know. So I pick up a block and the kids takes it right out of my own hand! It makes me sad AND mad. I plop down on my bottom, cuz, I’m not sure what to do. I'm not supposed to use my jedi force powers for stuff like this... I was told before we came in. We are not in agreement on this.

So, I look at Dad, I try not to cry, but I so so sa.. ma.. SMAD! He comes over and patted my back like he does. It makes me feel better.

Mx Ardan calls in a loud, ‘everybody listen voice’ and then claps their loud hands. Everyone looks up. They tell everyone my name, explains about the barrier (I roll my eyeballs), and says to let me play. Dad sits with me and the Twi’lek kid says sorry and that her name is Ghitsa and I can build with her if I want. Dad helps build towers with us and I like it a lot. When it crashes down, he says ‘oh no’. Ghitsa laughs, I think cuz Dad always sounds like he is just asking to borrow a stylus and then I laugh too.

Suddenly Dad gets up and says, ‘see ya kid’.

WAIT WHAT? He waves at the door… AND THEN HE LEAVES.

Mx Ardan can see I am upset. Cuz YEAH! And she says he will be back at the end of the day. WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN? Will I eat? Will I nap… well I don’t care about that really. ‘Cept, sometimes I get tired. I don’t have my hammock here!

I walk as quick as I can. Humpff. To the window and look out and I can see him. I yell- DAD! Mandadalorian! This is a betrayal, Father! Karga AND Peli are going to hear about it the next time I see them. Why have you abandoned me here with these people?!

My teacher comes over to me, they see my ears are low. They tell me he will be back before I know it. Before I know what? And then they say how about saying hello to our Voorpak? I made my eyes big at that, cuz I like those guys.

I tell them yes and we walk over to a box. Mx Ardan says this is Diggle. I reach out and Diggle lets me pet her. My teacher said, Digs likes me. Digs is her nickname. My nickname is Kid. Or Womp Rat. Or Buddy. I don’t mind them; I especially like when Dad calls me Buddy. But it’s good to have people know my name and call me Grogu. I tell all this to Digs, and she licks me. We are best friends.

Then, THEN! Mx Ardan says I get to feed her and then, oh boy, OH BOY, we get snack. If Dad communicated better, I would not have worried about his leaving so much.

I feed Diggle and, apparently, it is not okay for me to sample her food.

We have a snack of Blue Milk and crackers shaped like banthas and porgs and tauntauns and I don’t know what all! I sit with Ghista and a Theelin boy and a kid who is Togruta. I don't remember their names, cuz I have a lot going on.

After snack we sing and then my teacher reads a story. Then they say NAPTIME. Like it’s a treat!!! I do a sigh, like Dads ‘this is dumb’ sigh. Everyone gets these mats and puts them on the floor, Mx Arden turns off the light and its not dark but it’s nice on my eyes, then they play songs on a music player and my eyes get heavy.

Tricked.

When I wake up my teacher tells us before we go home (GO HOME!) we can do any activity we want, they have made “stations”. I look around and see painting!! I run to the painting station and start right away. But teachers loud clappy hands stop me, they say I need a smock. They help with some other kids, and then come to me and put a big shirt over my robe. It is ridiculous. I can’t find my hands. WHICH I NEED. Mx Arden laughs, I think it is quite serious. Then they say, that I’m right and they take it right off me. Well.

FINALLY, I get to paint, and I do, and I like it.

Then Dad surprises me, he chuckles at my jump. I didn’t even notice that he came in! He must have sneaked. He asks what I made, and I tell him, it’s Diggle and me with snack and Dad! He says he likes it. And he doesn’t “let me walk” he picks me up! And tells me he missed me. And calls me buddy. I tell him, Father (so he knows how serious I am) I missed you too. Then I snuggle my head on him, I find a soft spot near his neck.

Back home, on the Razor Crest, I tell him it wasn’t sooo bad.

~☆~

THANKS FOR READING! Reading your comments makes my day! Please consider reblogging!

ALL

@its–fandom–darling @seasonschange-butpeopledont​ @jessie-writes-things​ @oloreaa

AGFFA

@darthmama1618 @artemiswastaken @persie33​ @yourneighborhooddisaster​ @janebby @terecord

if you would like to be tagged for future fics, just let me know in the comments or in my DMs!

#grogu #grogu djarin #mando and grogu #clan of two #the mandalorian #mandalorian

[damedamedame]

Hi hi! Can I have a scenario/oneshot where Teru has an admirer that really loves him and he pretty much hates them? He doesn't know why but he hates them so much for things his fangirls does yet he doesn't hate his fangirls. She gets heart broken after he rejects her and over time falls for Kou. Teru realizes he really like her but cant take it back cuz Kou also really likes her too and Teru would never hurt his brother like that. So now he has to watch his brother date the love of his life. :D

TERU MINAMOTO X READER - ONESHOT

- “Too late.”

WARNINGS: angst enough to make a simp weak me

NOTES: my heart hurts and this is why it took 2+ months to write this thank u (also kinda tweaked it a bit, hope you don’t mind!)

( unedited + fem ! reader )

Was there a lifetime waiting for us in a world when I was yours?

At least, those are the god-forsaken words Teru murmurs in the deepest depths of his mind, tired eyes piercing at both you and Kou through the glass of champagne that he’s had far too many of. The married couple, he won’t ever admit how bitter he feels when the two words rolls off the tip of his tongue, were laughing, fingers intertwined as the rest of the people in the venue smiled at how gorgeous and how... happy you two looked.

He zones out a second after, the composed self he’s managed to keep throughout the wedding was irritably divided into immensely vexing thoughts that have haunted him since the first time he’d accidentally walked into the first time Kou had the nerve the courage to kiss you. 

‘Would she have been better off with me instead of him?’

God.., he hasn’t been this infuriated over you since he was once a high-schooler, since he’d been the ‘School Prince’ and the person that you’d been so overly head-over-heels for. Except these infuriating problems about you that have been clouding his mind for what seemed like an eternity were conflicting now. Before, the sight of your face, the smile etched on your lips, the warm pink hue spread upon your cheeks...

He hated every single one of it. 

You were only a naïve fan of his, a part of the majority who offered him utmost praise and raced to be the one sitting by his side. However, unlike all his other fans, you were the only one who affected him in this way.

The only one to make his heart pang when you’d mention his name.

The only one to stop him from sleeping due to the overdriven thoughts he had of you.

The only one who’d get his attention when his wandering eyes unconsciously scan the classroom.

He wanted to stop this. He wanted the feelings in the pit of his stomach to stop because he didn’t want this, he’s never wanted this to happen... but there it was. 

In the form of you, holding a simple love letter in your hands and your face a blushing mess. Teru looks at you for a minute before turning you down. It’s a harsher let-down than his usual ones, he remembers the words ‘I’ve never thought of you that way’ and ‘I never will like you, (Y/N).’ coming out from his mouth, all blatant lies, of course. 

You ran away after that, hands clutching onto the same love letter you held, now crumpled. Guilt filled him up completely once he’d seen you crying your eyes out, but rejecting you was the best decision he could make if he wanted to get rid of aching feelings for you.

That’s what he thought, a lifetime long ago.

Now you were here in a white wedding gown, now a new addition to the Minamoto household, but not with him. You opted for his little brother instead, Kou having lent a comforting hand after seeing you just sobbing away in the back of the school’s gymnasium. 

Teru watched it the love story between you and Kou, smile evident on his face as he tries to ignore how empty he feels. If it were someone else, if it were anyone else but you, he would have been the happiest brother alive. He wouldn’t be smiling too widely in the wedding pictures, and he wouldn’t have been drinking three glasses of champagne as he watches you both on the dance floor. 

But, God, all he could imagine was the ‘What if’s’. 

If he had let down his worthless pride, give you the chance of happiness you dreamed of, and accepted the feelings that had been brewing within him... could he have had this? 

‘There’s no use dwelling on the issue now’, Teru gives the smallest of frowns, but brightens up when he saw Kou walking towards him. 

“Kou? Why aren’t you with your blushing bride?” Could you have been his blushing bride?

“Don’t worry, Teru-nii, she’s still talking with her friend... and...”

Teru’s guilt tips over at the simple words. 

“I’m really happy to have you as my big brother and at our wedding!”

Kou’s smiling, so genuinely and so sweetly, but he doesn’t see how his own big brother is nearly tearing up. ‘Not today.’ Teru thinks to himself, standing up and patting Kou on the back with a quick and muttered, “Thank you.” before leaving to go to the bathroom.

He notices you glance at him, eyes twinkling with the happiness that he now realizes he wanted to give to you, and he can’t help but walk faster.

Yeah, he’s not going over to Kou’s for a long, long while.

.

END NOTES: it’s 1:06 am and i’m crying over teru minamoto good nyt

i should really start listing down names for the taglist : @YAKO IK YOU’RE THERE SOMEWHERE COME GET UR TEA *cough* @moryi @tokoyamis-luv @akaneaoisartblog @astrxrism

#tbhk x reader #toilet bound hanako kun #teru minamoto x reader #teru minamoto #kou minamoto x reader #kou minamoto #tbhk #jibaku shounen hanako kun #i'm cryin in the club #angsty angsty

[colorseeingchick]

Moonlight Wish (Iwaizumi x GN!Reader)

Summary: Happy Birthday Iwaizumi! That's the text he expects from Oikawa, from Makki, from Mattsun, from his team, and from you. But when none of it comes, it leaves him feeling less than happy on his birthday.

Warnings: Swearing, kinda suggestive, implications of alcohol drinking(?) in a party setting, angst/comfort/fluff, pining. Unedited. I switch between past and present with no sense because I am a senseless being.

Word Count: Too long- Jeez this was supposed to be a oneshot. 2.3k.

A/N: I got carried away. Surprise surprise. This is a day late. I'm sorry, Iwa.

Though it may not be apparent at first glance, Iwaizumi is an unbothered man.

Okay, that may seem like a lie, but I promise there’s some truth to it. Other than when people push the wrong buttons (or alternatively - when Oikawa exists), he doesn’t take things personally or consider himself high maintenance. And even if it does, he most definitely won’t say anything about it.

Now it is with this fact in mind that Iwaizumi finds himself in a precarious situation, one he has no clue how to navigate. You see, today is Iwaizumi’s birthday. He’s a year older, a year wiser, and he was glad that he’d be spending it with his friends. That's what he thought.

But an issue arose slightly later. Oikawa walked into his room around 12:15 am, tired and half asleep, asking to go grocery shopping in the evening (Oikawa has just made a return to Japan a day prior and is crashing Iwa’s place). But he didn’t wish Iwa a happy birthday. Oikawa hadn't missed his birthday in the last 20. Strange, he thought. But he just brushed it off as a jet lag problem and figured his dumb best friend would figure it out later in the day.

While Mattsun and Makki were busy with their own lives, they usually texted him on his birthday, too. But when morning comes, he gets no messages from them either. Maybe they’ll just send it later.

His parents had both called him to wish him, asking him to come over on the weekend to see them, which relieved him just a bit.

But you were the one who happened to bother him the most this birthday day. He knew you fell asleep before midnight the night before, but in the morning, the only text he got from you was telling him I have a bad headache and won’t be able to come hang out with you, and we can just reschedule right? He hadn’t explicitly asked to hang out with you, his close...friend, for the purpose of celebrating his birthday, but he thought you would've remembered.

You’re sick. Of course, take care of yourself.

As he types out the letters, he feels his grip on the phone tighten, his teeth subconsciously gnawing on his inner lip.

Maybe he should just, not look at his phone for a while. Yeah. He has work to do anyways. The weight of his phone in his pocket feels heavier than usual today.

“Iwaizumi-san!” Iwa turns to see the ginger of the Japanese national team running towards him, his voice carrying over the ruckus of the gym. Preparations for the Olympics were in high gear, and practices had been going longer than usual for the last few months. But the time to cut down and let the athletes prep mentally and not overstrain their bodies was coming.

“I think the team is kinda tired today, do you think we can-” Hinata jogs up to the trainer, freezing as he makes eye contact. “-Are you okay?”

Iwa’s eyes widen, his body stiffening in his spot.

Not really. All my friends forgot my birthday and cancelled on me and I can’t even ask them about it, cuz it’ll look really fucking childish.

“Yeah, just tired. And you guys seem to be tired, too, by the looks of it.” He scans the room, Hinata’s initial concern already dismissed. “I’ll ask coach to wrap it up early today.”

Hinata’s eyes linger on Iwa’s face for a few moments more, his expressions monotonous, before breaking out into his large smile and cheery voice, “Thank you, Iwaizumi-san!” and bounding back to his team, squeezing between Suna and Atsumu who were stretching out on the ground.

It’s for the team’s best interest. He hesitantly pulls out his phone and feels a small tightness in his chest as he sees no texts from Mattsun, Makki, or you. Just one from Oikawa complaining about having to wait outside for grocery shopping. Maybe it’s in his best interest, too. Maybe he should just go home and sleep early. Earlier than usual.

~~~~

“I didn’t forget anything in the shop, right Iwa-chan?” Oikawa asks, his glasses illuminated bright blue, opposing the darkness inside the car and outside under the night sky.

“No.” Iwaizumi’s response is sharp. His grip on the wheel is tight. Did his best friend notice? Apparently not. In the moment Iwa can spare to take his eyes off the road he glances over at Oikawa, who’s still staring deep into his phone, eyebrows furrowed.

“No, no. I think I forgot something. I just can’t remember what…”

Iwa opts to stay silent instead, focusing on the stretch of road in front of him.

When they get to Iwa’s apartment, Oikawa is the first to step out the car, striding to the back and picking up all the grocery bags in one go, yelling out “Go open the door! I can’t carry this all forever~!”

Why the hell did you take all of them then? Iwa would like to punch his best friend, but he’s honestly not even in the mood for it. Stomping up the stairs, he sighs as he grips the door handle. Did they all really forget? Or not care? Maybe he didn’t check up on you all enough.

As he swings the door open and steps in, he feels his breath catch in his throat as a resounding “SURPRISE!” smacks him in the face. He scans his living room to see Makki, Mattsun, his team, and you all smiling like goofs and staring back at the exhausted, wide eyed man.

“What, we scared you so good you're frozen now?” Makki snarks.

“You didn’t really think we forgot, did you?” Mattsun’s eyes quirk up.

Shock wearing off, Iwa swivels around to see his best friend smirking at him, grocery bags by his feet. “We got you so good, Iwa~!!”

In response, the Argentinian player gets pulled into a headlock, Iwa on the verge of choking him out (some things never change). “Was this all your idea, Shittykawa?”

“N-no! And you’re too old to be doing this to me now!” Oikawa pulls himself out of Iwa’s grip and adjusts his ruffled hair, ignoring the chuckles of his friends and rivals in the room. “It was Y/N’s idea.”

Iwa’s eyes lock onto you as you slowly shuffle forward and shyly wave at him, horrified by what he might say to you. But his eyes just soften, and a wide goofy grin sweeps over his face instead. “You really fooled me, huh.”

“Y/N, aren’t you proud we didn’t ruin the surprise?!” Bokuto and Hinata run up to you as slowly the rest of the room moves around, moving to send their wishes to Iwaizumi.

“Very proud.” Iwa’s still watching you talk to his teammates as he’s giving bro-hugs and conversing with Makki, Atsumu, and Suna.

“I was worried one of them was gonna ruin it,” Suna chimes, watching the conversation as well.

“I was more worried bout ya, Iwa-kun!” Atsumu claps his trainer’s back. “Ya looked really outta it today durin’ practice.”

At the thought of it now, Iwa blushes a bit. He was so upset over everyone forgetting earlier, and it hindsight it felt stupid.

“Yeah, I was, uh…” he rubs the back of his neck.

“I was surprised you didn’t ask any of us about it. Y/N and Oikawa said you didn’t ask anything the whole day. Were you good, bro?” Makki asks, Suna also now watching his reactions carefully.

Iwa sighs. There’s no real point in lying, he knows they’d both see through it.

“I’d... been better.”

Makki smiles knowingly, and Suna closes his eyes, humming in approval. “Well time to make up for it- let’s party!”

“But don’t get too fucked up, guys,” Iwa barks out to the room. “We still have practice tomorrow.”

The collective groan brings a smile to Iwa’s lips.

~~~

The railing of his balcony feels refreshing against Iwa’s skin under the moonlit night sky. A bottle of water in his hand, he stares up as he soaks in the silence. The guests had left, his team leaving early, and only Oikawa, Makki, and you were left. Inside, Mattsun had passed out on the couch, and Oikawa had already started the cleaning process. Iwa saw you yank Makki into staying back to help out as he headed out to the balcony.

Iwa’s pulled back to earth when he feels a bump against his arm. Turning his head, he sees you, looking sleepy with a small smile on your face. Your eyes shined so pretty in the night light like this.

You looked beautiful all the time. But right now, you look like an angel.

“Earth to Iwa.”

“Oh-uh, yeah. I’m here.” His face heats up. Was I staring? For how long? Shit.

“Did you like your party?”

He takes a second, and he thinks. The apprehension in your eyes is subtle, but to Iwa it’s easy to see. Really easy.

“I did. A lot. Thank you.”

You sigh out, and his heart turns when he sees you huff out and relax. “Thank God. I was so worried.”

“What was there to be worried about?”

“You not texting me all day.”

“You were sick.”

“But, you usually text me a couple times a day anyways.”

“But- I didn’t wanna bother you.” He teases as he dismisses your concern.

“But I forgot your birthday, Iwaizumi! Well, ‘forgot,’” you dramatically place air quotes around the word, “and you didn’t say anything!”

“What was I supposed to say?” He feels his face heat up as his voice rises a bit, “you know how stupid it would’ve sounded? ‘Hey, today is my birthday. Wish me. Spend time with me.’ It would’ve been so clingy.”

“Do you think I’m clingy when I say stuff like that?” You ask him, and suddenly he goes quiet. “Because I say stuff like that all the time," you add.

“Not at all. I don’t think that all, Y/N.” He calms his voice down, responding as seriously as possible.

“And I know that. And you should, too! It’s a two way street, Haji.” His heart leaps at his first name. Do you know what you do to me? “Listen. We are good f….” you catch your words, pausing. “We’re... close. And I rely on you a lot. I feel like I can tell you anything on my mind and I don’t worry about you judging me, because I know you’re gonna be there for me no matter what. It’s why I, I love you as much as I do. You’re an amazing friend to me.”

He sits on your words, heart conflicted at your last two lines. He loves you too. He’s loved you for a while. And his heart can barely process hearing it back. But is it just as a friend? Was he nothing more?

Not the point, Hajime. There’s a more important conversation going on.

“So, you want me to tell you what I want?” He meets your gaze.

“Yes. Just communicate with me. Please? Tell me what you want.”

Fuck, I want you. What’s stopping me from grabbing the back of your neck and just kissing you? It’s the first thought to pop in his head when you ask him with wide eyes for something so simple, so earnest. He can't do that. He knows it. But...

“I want a hug, then. C’mere.” He feels the heat spread to his ears as the request leaves his mouth. And the way your eyes shine at his comment makes it worse.

“Of course.” You nosedive into his chest, arms squeezing his waist as his own hands tuck up into your hair and around the small of your back. He stops breathing when you nuzzle your nose between his pecks and stare up at him. He can feel your smile against him. He can feel your hands softly press circles into his lower back. He'd never hugged you like this before, in all the many many years you had been friends. Lord, help me now.

For no other reason than the potential for him to embarrass himself by… losing his *composure* (let’s just put it that way), he pulls apart from you, his grip on your shoulders urgent.

“You good, Iwa?” You ask him quizzically.

“Yeah yeah, I’m, I’m fine.” He drops his grip and turns his body back to the railing, staring out into the abyss below him, trying to recompose himself. Is this gonna be awkward now? Fuck.

But you pay no mind and join by his side anyways, your gaze higher than his. “The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?”

At your words, he follows your gaze up to the luminescent body, softly gleaming down on you both. “It is. It really-” Iwa pauses. Did you mean it? That way?

“Y/N, why did you come out here tonight?” He asks slowly.

You turn back to him. “Oh yeah, thank you for reminding me!” You pull a lighter out of your pocket. “I felt bad that you couldn’t blow out candles on your cake-”

Yeah, Oikawa did forget something at the store. They were birthday candles. Very important, Oikawa.

“-So I figured you could at least make a wish on this!” Iwa’s mouth parts, unsure of what to say. You were still as thoughtful as ever. That didn’t make him any more prepared for it.

After taking a moment to process the flame, he looks at you. Your eyes are expectant, excited, and still sleepy. So sleepy and so pretty. The moonlight made you glow, but the orange flame made you look warm, your features emphasized.

He can’t take his eyes off you. His hand slowly goes to wrap over your smaller one which holds the lighter. He pulls it higher, right between both of your lines of sight. Your eyes are locked with his now.

His thumb strokes your knuckles as he softly blows, the flame going out. But you don’t notice.

“I made my wish.”

A/N: yeah so, expect an Iwa confession sometime soon lol. Soon is relative though that could mean 5 months from now. I hope y'all enjoyed! I enjoy simping Iwa.

If you see that I accidently used gendered pronouns, please let me know so I can fix it. Thank you!

#haikyu!! #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyu #haikyu angst #haikyuu imagines #haikyu oneshots #haikyu x reader #haikyu x y/n #haikyu x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst #haikyuu!! oneshot #haikyu oneshot #iwaizumi hajime #iwa chan #iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi x y/n #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi angst #iwaizumi fluff #iwaizumi imagines #iwaizumi oneshot #iwaizumi haijime x reader #iwaizumi hajime x y/n #iwaizumi hajime angst #iwaizumi hajime fluff #iwaizumi hajime oneshot #colorseeingchick writes

[little-butterfly-writes]

Wednesday

Yoosung Kim X Reader [y/n]

Author’s Note - Sorry this took so long! I also apologize if the ending seems rushed or if Yoosung is OOC. Thank you to the lovely @latte-delf for requesting this, it was an honor to write for you. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings - There’s a brief mention of a panic attack and slight bullying! I’ve tagged where it starts and ends if you’re uncomfortable with that. Lots of time skipping cuz I can’t fucking write. This is unedited, please tell me if there is any mistakes.

I hate him.

I hate him so much!

He stole the position of class president from you three years ago.

Yoosung Kim. He stole my position by two votes. Two. Votes. I was always class president before that! Yet he took it from me. My classmates even had the audacity to say he was a better president when it was time to vote for a new one! Sure, Yoosung was intelligent and popular, but he only won because the girls found him handsome.

And of course, he just (HAS) to go to the same university as you do. Sky University was supposed to be a place free of Yoosung Kim. At least he hasn’t seemed too interested in studies this year. He has failed almost every pop quiz your professor has handed out. Whenever you see his down face, you can’t help but giggle a bit.

I dislike how he’s majoring in the same thing as me still. It feels like he’s saying he can do better. Though his grades haven’t been showing that. He must realize that I’m superior than he ever will be.

~~~~~~~~~~

On Wednesday during your last lecture, you diligently take notes and listen to your professor. You make sure to absorb every bit of information that you can. During the last twenty minutes, your professor makes an announcement. 

“Students, I will be assigning a project due at the end of the month. You will have to find out the evolution of the animal as well as their behaviors. Please include any infectious diseases that they can carry. I will be giving you partners to make the workload easy.” You shrug your shoulders, can’t be too bad.

You wait until your name is called, which takes awhile since your name is lower on the list. You pray to whatever god is out there to not get Yoosung as your partner. 

Apparently, the gods refused to listen to your plea. Your professor calls your name out, “[y/n] [l/n] and Yoosung Kim...you two will have the koala.” A loud groan escapes your mouth at the name.

“ Class is dismissed. Have a good day.” You quickly pack up and speed walk out the lecture hall. Yoosung rushes up to you and taps your shoulder.

“Hey! Wanna exchange numbers so we can find time to work on the project?” The blonde smiles at you. You roll your eyes. “No. I’m going to do it on my own. You can play your stupid little game.” He frowns at your snappy words.

“Are you sure? I’d feel bad if you took all the work by yourself. We also have some tests coming up, so it’ll be a lot to take care of.” The genuine worry in his voice ticks you off. You write down your number on a loose piece of paper and shove it into his chest. Yoosung struggles to keep it off the ground as you walk away.  The walk to your dorm is full of your mumbled curses.

~~~~~~~~~

A chill on Saturday morning wakes you up. You grumble as you check your phone, seeing a text notification from Yoosung. He delivered it at 3:45 am. He’ll be an especially lousy partner today. The previous day, Yoosung invited you to his dorm so that you could work on the project together, to which you begrudgingly agreed. 

You arrive at his dorm within a five minute walk. Your notes and laptop are nestled in your backpack. After a quick rap on the door, Yoosung answers. His hair is mussed and his eyes look droopy. You scoff and push your way inside. Surprisingly, his place is a lot neater than you expected.

“So, should we make a slide and divide the work.” He asks. “I’ll do it on my own, go find something else you can do.” You jab. Yoosung lets out a frustrated sigh and speaks up. “Look, I don’t know what’s going on, but it’d be a lot easier if we shared the load. Plus, this is my grade as much as it is yours.” You grumble an ‘okay’ and split up topics to focus on. Both of you take turns borrowing your notes and his textbook. 

Around two hours after starting, you and Yoosung decide that you worked enough for the day. He offers to get takeout, to which you agree to. You’re a broke college student, how could you refuse? You sit on the floor with your back against the couch, too brain fried to think. Yoosung plomps on the small couch he has and lets out a groan.

“Want to watch Bulu or something on my laptop?” He offers. You nod your head. Yoosung opens his laptop and signs in to his streaming service. You decide to watch ‘The Workspace’ as you wait for your food. 

Your food arrives. Both of you continue to watch your show. Cheap pizza has never tasted this good. Maybe you’re just so hungry and tired to the point where you don’t even care. “Sorry if it isn’t too good. It was the only place I could find on FoodHub.” He apologizes softly. “It’s okay, I’m too hungry to care anymore.” You earn a chuckle from him. There’s an odd silence after that.

“Uhm…. hey, [y/n]?” He speaks shyly. “What?” You say in a cranky voice, irritated about being disturbed from your slice. Yoosung struggles for a minute before speaking for a minute. “Did I do something to offend you? You seem like you have something against me...”  You stiffen. (TW) Your heart drops to the pit of your stomach. You honestly never expected this to happen.

A can of worms open up. Your breathing slowly becomes ragged. Averting your gaze doesn’t help, you know his amethyst ones are on you. A wave of panic crosses you. You stammer something incoherent to him. “A-are you okay? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to..” He hurriedly apologizes. You grasp tightly at his wrist, wanting to ground yourself to something. Yoosung’s pulse is a bit fast, yet it helps you regain focus. He awkwardly places a hand on yours. “He….hey, It’s okay.” For once, his voice is actually reassuring. 

“Back in highschool..” You murmur. “You won student president even though I had been the president the years prior.” He looked shocked, eyes wide and lips a bit parted. “I remember. You worked really hard on that campaign.” Yoosung gives you a lopsided smile. “Since I didn’t win, people who I reported causing issues started to bully and harass me. Even some people who I used a slightly harsh tone with mocked me.” Your eyes started to sting. “Oh [y/n]...”

“The worst part of all, my parents were upset that I didn’t get the role again. They scolded me for not doing good enough.” (TW End) Yoosung can only pat your back. You don’t know what to think about it. He seems to think that as well, seeing as his hand jumps off you like he was scalded. “I uh… think I should go now. I’ll Lendmo you money for the food…..See ya.” You pack as quickly as possible and run out as fast as you can until you’re out of breath. A block away from Yoosung’s dorms, you stop to take a break. Warmth sets fire to your face when thinking back to being with him. Maybe it’s because you’re embarrassed? Maybe you’re just winded from running. 

There is NO. WAY. your face feels hot because of Yoosung’s comforting presence. There can’t be, it's impossible. You slap your cheeks in an attempt to compose yourself. It doesn’t work.

~~~~~~~~~

Its been a week since you’ve talked to Yoosung. He tries to talk to you, but you always scurry away when he gets too close. He’s even tried texting and throwing notes at you in class which the two of you got in trouble for. It’s only on a Wednesday that he finally catches you in the hall before you run off. The grip of his hand on your wrist is firm, but not to the point of pain.

Yoosung sighs and looks at you. You turn your head away slightly to avoid his burning gaze. “Please don’t be mad…” You hear him suck in a breath. “Mad? Why would you think I’m mad?” Your bottom lip trembles. “For avoiding you..” Yoosung releases your wrist and pats your head. “I’m not mad, I’m worried.” His hand slides down to your shoulder. “I know this won’t really help, but I’m sorry for what happened to you. You’ve been holding this feeling of hate because of some stupid people.” You giggle at his insult to your past peers.

But why do your cheeks feel blazing again? Why are there little butterflies in your stomach? There’s a slight squeeze on your shoulder before he retracts his hand. You wish it was still there so badly, that spot feels cold now. “How about going to my place? We can relax for a bit then work on the project.” He offers. You nod, maybe a little too eagerly as you hear him laugh. Why does he look so cute when he smiles?

You take the bus to his place, the campus being a bit far from his dorms. You immediately collapse on his couch and place an arm over your eyes. The groan that comes from your lips is loud and dramatic. Yoosung laughs loudly, oddly comforting you. He sits by your legs, looking rigid. “So uhm...do you still hate me?” You look him dead in the eye. “Only if you’ll teach me how to play that stupid game of yours.” You smirk. “LOLOL isn’t stupid!” He whines. You start laughing. The scowl on his features make Yoosung look like a puppy who hasn’t gotten a treat. You laugh harder.

Yoosung rolls his eyes. “Fine. I guess I’ll teach you.” You wipe away the tears from your laughing fit and sit up happily. He retrieves his laptop and starts up LOLOL. You notice that the both of you are inching towards each other. “I’ll make your own account just in case you want to play again.” “You mean so I won’t mess up your save file?” Yoosung flounders as you let out a hearty chuckle. You put your email and username in. “ShootingStar_[y/n}? I like it!” He guides you as you create an avatar looking similar to you. You decide to be a mage. During your tutorial levels, you have a hard time navigating with the mouse. He places his right hand on top of your hand on the mouse. Your heart beats erratically while his hand is on yours. There’s a slight blush creeping up on his face as well.

By the time you finish, it’s nearly evening. You take out your laptop while Yoosung logs out and goes into the presentation. You guys spend six hours working, editing each other's slides and practicing presenting. It’s around 12am when you two are content with your work. Yoosung orders some sandwiches from a 24 hour restaurant. 

You decide to stay over since its late. Yoosung lets you sleep on his bed while he takes the couch. His bed is like sleeping on a cloud, so soft and warm. You let yourself drift off peacefully.

~~~~~~~~~

On a Wednesday, you and Yoosung have to present your project in front of the class. His face looks pale, his hands are shaky. “Hey, you okay?” You pat his back. He gulps and nods. “Just a little nervous. It's been awhile since I’ve given your last presentation.” It's your turn to pat his head. His face immediately goes a bright shade of pink.”Wh-what was that for?!” “You did that to me last time I was sad. Besides, I think you’re just mad because you know I’m going to beat you in LOLOL tonight.”  He quickly pouts. “I shouldn’t have shown you PVP mode!”

Your presentation goes well. As you leave your class, your professor hands you a rubric. “Nice work, guys.” He gives you a smile. Yoosung meets you out in the hallway. You both peer at the paper. There’s a huge ‘A’ on the top of your paper. Yoosung looks at you with wide eyes. “Oh my god… I can’t believe we did it!” You jump up and down in exuberance. Yoosung hugs you tight. You can’t deny that you have feelings for him anymore. You kiss his soft lips.

~~~~~~~~~

On a Wednesday, you chase him down the hall.

“Get back here!” You yell. “Make me!” This childish man. You continue your chase until you’re outside on campus. He suddenly stops dead in his tracks. The shock of him giving up so quickly nearly makes you trip. You would’ve become a pancake on the pavement.

“Yoosung Kim, I hate you so much!”

He chuckles warmly. “I love you too”

Yoosung presses a soft kiss to your forehead. “I’ll buy you another sweet bun for you. Forgive me?”

“Fine, I guess I forgive you….I love you too..”

You press a kiss to his cheek, relishing in the warmth of the sun shining above you.

#mystic messenger #mystic messenger yoosung #yoosung kim #enemies to lovers #cheritz #mystic messenger yoosung kim #mysmes #mysmes fluff #mystic messenger fluff

[salvejoon]

No King Rules Forever | myg - M

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

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

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

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

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

⇒ Rating: 18+

⇒ Word count: 17k

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

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

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

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

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

It was her. 

They’d finally found her.

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

He had to leave.

Now. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why?” 

“I was seen today.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But what if he does?”

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

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

But she wanted to fight.

She wanted you to fight. 

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

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

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

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

“W-What’s happening?”

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

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

“Y/N…”

“That’s an order, Shari.” 

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

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

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

You had often imagined facing him again. 

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

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

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

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

It was now or never. 

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

One that she intended to follow.

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

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

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

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

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

He had never met an Aspect of the Snake.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not the void you had so often stared into. 

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

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

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

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

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

“Mistress!” 

“It’s okay, Shari.” 

“Y-You’re hurt…” 

“It’ll heal soon. Are you hurt?” 

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

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

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

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

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

You were also scared.

Of him.

He could smell it on you. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You wanted to laugh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were met with silence.

“Pathetic.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Namjoon sighed loudly and Jin shook his head. 

What a mess.

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

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

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

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

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

“Mistress.” 

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

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

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

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

You wished you still had hope. 

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

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

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

You were no different that he was. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yoongi had listened to him and had seen reason.

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

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

“Y-You startled me.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Also you talk rather loudly.” 

“S-Sorry.” 

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

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

She nodded definitively, “Yes, Mistress.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Excited!” Shari clapped her hands. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How long?” You asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“2000.” He said curtly. 

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

Truly, he couldn’t be serious? 

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

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

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

“I know.” 

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

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

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

“They’ve returned!” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And she smells so good!” 

Aspect of the Dog, you guessed. 

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

He was intimidating.

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

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

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

This caused Yoongi to glare at you. 

“Ah, you make me blush, my lady.”

“Please, call me Y/N.” 

“First name basis already. I like it.” 

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

“Jealousy is an ugly thing, Yoongi.” 

“I am not-” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That is good news indeed, Lee.” 

“I do have… bad news, my Lord.” 

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

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

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

“There’s more, my Lord.”

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

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

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

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

“Y-Yes, my Lord!” 

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

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

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

“Yes.” 

“Will I be fighting too?” 

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

“But who will be protecting me?” 

“Some of the soldiers.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I killed them that same night.” 

“And you?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you, Shari.”

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

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

He didn’t want to think about it. 

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

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

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

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

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

“I think you want to be said stick.” 

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

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

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

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

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

It actually proved it wrong. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“In what?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That was years ago.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You can do better, Jimin.”

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

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

“It’ll heal.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You jumped. High.

Then you fell. On him. Legs wide open.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You didn’t want to think about that now. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jungkook?” 

“Too young.” 

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

“Why?”

“He’s the Goat Aspect.” 

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

“Hm. What about Yoongi?” 

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

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

“Cold? Rude? Pig-headed?” 

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

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

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

“B-But how? He’s alive-”

“Magic.” He simply stated.

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

“A life for a life.” 

“Who…?” 

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

“How? She remained in the palace-”

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

“But why now?”

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

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

“And you know that’s wrong.”

“Yes.” 

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

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

“That’s my girl.”

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

About you.

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

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

He wanted to know more about you. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I did.”

“I didn’t see you.” 

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

“Absolutely not.”

“Hm.” 

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

“Are you scared of me, Y/N?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“He… ruined you?” 

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

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

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

“Y/N…” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What was this? 

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

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

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

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

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

“His brother-”

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

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

“How so?” 

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

“You surprise me as well.” 

“Do tell.” 

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

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

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

And it made butterflies erupt in your stomach. 

You didn’t know what to make of it. 

“I have a question, Y/N.” 

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

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

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

But somewhere, something told you that you would win. 

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

“No husband?” He asked.

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

“I don’t plan to become Emperor.” 

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

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

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

Yoongi smiled slowly, “Thank you.” 

“What do you want then?” 

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

“You really want it all?” 

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

“Then you shall have it all, Yoongi.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I know. Me too.” 

“What if you die?” 

You cupped her cheek, “I won’t.”

“Promise?”

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

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

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

“Ugh.” 

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

“What about you then?”

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

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

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

“This is almost too easy.”

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

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

Blood. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jin nodded and left. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I-I…” 

“And now you will die.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m not hungry.” 

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

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

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

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

“I should have known that he would-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Then cum.” He commanded. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Stay.” You murmured. 

Yoongi kissed your forehead, “Gladly.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Something drastic.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Imperial Palace.

“My Lord, they have breached the city.” 

“I can see that, you idiot!” 

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

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

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

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

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

“Where is she?!” 

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

“Damn it, woman!”

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

What was Min planning?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck you!” 

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

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

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

“Answer when spoken to, dove.” 

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

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

“Shut up.” 

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

“I said shut up.” 

“I pity you, Min.” 

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

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

You. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

You had to change. Now. 

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

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

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

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

He could fly. 

You could not.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was done. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That was a very manly sound, Y/N.” 

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

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

“Hm.” 

“Privately, of course.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#thebtswritersclub #cypherwritersnet #Yoongi smut #yoongi x reader #yoongi x female reader

[lavenderloverrr]

Okay so I've seen a bit of drunk Neagiri around and I was wondering could you write some drunk Saimatsu?

Yeah sure Anon!!

I’ve also been wanting to do this!! [as a guilty Neagiri shipper I’ve seen those around too!]

uuuh since you didn’t specify whether Kaede or Shuichi is the drunk one I’ll just do both since separately they both would be adorable while intoxicated.

Scenarios under the cut ! [ completely safe! ]And in paragraph style cuz they be short !

! Kaede !

The detective was merely reading through the last chapter in his novel, when suddenly a muffled hiccup could be heard from behind his dorms door. He pauses from reading, and after some thought he places the bookmark on the page he was up to. And got up to inspect the sound. And once unlocking his door Kaede dizzily came wobbling into his room. “Kaede?!” He calls in surprise. She squeals upon losing her footing and tripping over her own two feet on the way in. Shuichi instantly goes to catch her within his slender arms as she face plants against his chest at contact. “Ah! Kaede??” He asks again. Worried if she was hurt in any way. Scrunching up her nose she wraps her arms around the boys slim frame in a tight cling. Tightly gripping at her own wrist to trap the boy within her arms. “Oh~ Shuichi–” She hiccups before continuing, “You’re sooo cuute~ You know that?” She slurs, lighting swaying back within his steady grip. She leans back into his chest to nuzzle her cheek against his jacket. “Kaede? Why are you so intoxicated?” He asks her. Instantly noticing her strange behavior and liquor tinted breath. She hiccups once again before answering, “Miu…and Maki…wanted to wind down,” In saying that she slightly melted further down his chest, “So I, thought I too~ would wind up for once!” Before propping herself up onto her toes to see proper eye level with the detective. “Oh Kaede…” He whispers back. Dragging a hand down his cheek and running his fingers through his fringe. She pouts at his attitude. He seemed disappointed in her choices. But upon messing up his trademark black cap she brightens up at noticing it. She raises her hand and flicks it up using her index finger before happily lifting it off his head and placing it on her own. Smiling like an idiot and closing her eyes she asks, “So?? How does it look?” Upon being smug, she held her head up high, in a proud, playful manner. Shuichi lets out a sigh before replying, “It looks fine Kaede…” She reopens her eyes, and is finally able to see the shy detective without his cap on for once. He had a slim ahoge atop of his head also. She found herself staring at it for a brief moment. “Hm?” Shuichi mumbles, at noticing her distracted gaze. “Oh yeah…” He couldn’t help but look away from her due to his embarrassment. “I don’t usually take my cap off so my hair is a little–” He stops himself at feeling hands begin to fiddle with his dark locks. Kaede brushes through his hair with her own fingers and neatens the hair surrounding his ahoge. A visible blush appearing on his cheeks. And the warmth of his face suddenly escalating, only made him become even more embarrassed. She lowers her hands back down to her sides. “Fufu~ I knew you’d look a lot cuter without your cap on!” She recalls. Smiling happily at the blushing detective. “You should listen to my advice more often, Shuichi.” He finally reconnects his gaze with her lavender-pink eyes. “U-Uh…Kaede…” Her beautiful smile wasn’t making any of this easier for him. Her smile only seemed to grow as she fidgeted in place for a short moment. Before she worked up the liquid courage to hug him properly this time. “…” He remains silent. and wraps his own arms around her. “…I love you, Shuichi. Fufu~” She whispers into his ear. Causing his heart to melt and his entire face to go completely beet red.

! Shuichi !

Sudden loud bursts of laughter echoed throughout the halls. The sudden noise caught the two once conversing girls attention. Kaede and Maki both decided to investigate the laughter to find Kaito and Shuichi in the cafeteria with many empty bottles of intoxicating drinks spilled across the table in a messy fashion. “Shuichi??” Kaede instantly calls out. Quickly rushing to his loopy side. As Maki does the same for Kaito. “What happened?” She asks, sounding very concerned. “Heheheh…” He chuckles out before responding. “Calm down Kaede…we’re only having fun.” He lifts up the bottle in hand to take another sip but Kaede quickly snatches it out of his grip before he could do so. “How many of these have you had?” She asks, while inspecting the bottle for its alcohol level. “Only a few.” Shuichi responds. Leaning forward to rest his cheek against her stomach as she continues to read the bottle’s labels, front and back. He lazily wraps his slim arms around her waist and pulls her closer to him. To continue leaning against her torso. “Huh?” She whispers out. At the feeling of his slender arms gliding around her waist. She let him cling to her and gently places her hand to rest atop of his soft hair. But once doing so she felt something was odd. She glares back down to examine his hair much more closely this time. His surprisingly soft, dark blue locks were visible. His cap laying on the table he sat at. Kaede finds herself brushing it for a minor moment. ”Ugh…I’ll take Kaito back to his room.” Maki informs. Snapping the pianist back to reality. She nods in reply as Maki struggles to lead Kaito out of the room. She watches the pair leave in their struggle until they fell out of her sight. And at feeling Shuichi suddenly nuzzle his cheek into her upper torso she turns her attention back to him and shakes her head to get back on track and a hold of the situation once again. She places the bottle back on the table. And begins, “C’mon Shuichi. We better get you back to your dorm too.” She suggests. “Aww c‘mon Kaede–” He hiccups before continuing. “This isn’t even that big of a deal.” He coos to her sleepily. She turns her body towards him as he leans off her and supports his own body weight now. She reaches a gentle hand forward to take a better inspection of his hazy eyes but Shuichi catches her hand within his own and entwines his fingers with hers. “Uh–Shuichi–” He cuts her off. “Have I ever told you how badly I’ve wanted to hold your hand again?” He murmurs out, staring at their entwined fingers. “Huh?–” Before she could speak any further he cuts her off again and continues. “After that moment we shared in the classroom together…I never knew your hands were so soft.” He mumbles out. Still gazing over their entwined fingers. His pale toned skin against her gentle fair skin was oddly eye catching to the detective. “…” She remains quite, not really knowing what to say back to his confession. He lightly hiccups again before jolting his head up and coming into contact with her gentle lavender eyes. His expression gentles with a light smile. He slightly squints upon examining her eyes. “…You have…really pretty eyes…you know that?” He asks. Unsure if this was the alcohol talking or the detective. She decides to remain silent again. “…well, what am I talking about…you’re very pretty all over…” He hiccups again as he finally stands up. A little unstable at that. “Whoa!” He states, almost falling over. But due to Kaede sternly holding onto his hands she is able to help him regain his balance. “…Thanks.” He replies, looking slightly down to meet with her eyes. “so…are we going back to my doorm orr…??” He slurs out. Kaede finally snaps out of her daze to reply, “Yeah we better. At least you’ll be safe there.” He nods. Trying to stay stable the best he could on his own. But he wasn’t the best at holding his alcohol. He lightly rubs at his left eye, and begins walking beside Kaede towards the exit. And at stumbling a bit on the way Kaede quickly places a hand to his chest and around his waist to support him more, bringing herself closer in the process. “Be careful.” She warns. And once stabilizing him once again she carefully moves his right arm over her shoulders for him to have proper support. “Here. Use me to lean on.” She offers kindly. “…m-mm.” He nods his head. Staring down at her once again, with the same shy, kind smile. “Huh?” She murmurs, at noticing his gaze. “What is it?” She asks. “…you’re just…really…beautiful…Have I told you that before…?” He asks slowly. Along with being drunk he was also quite tired. “… well umm…” He chimes back in before she could even give him an answer. “do-do you, have a boyfriend? I’ve been meaning to ask you that for a while now Kaede…I just…never really had the chance…or the proper confidence.” He tells her. “Huh?” She responds. Her cheeks suddenly darkening at hearing him suddenly state such things. “Hmm? Oh sorry if it seems sudden…I just, really like you Kaede…I just… couldn’t find the correct words to describe it for you properly in the past…” “Huh?–” “Well? Are we going back to the dormitories or what?” He asks. “What are we doing standing around here for?” He tightly hugs her closer to him and begins walking towards the dorms with Kaede closely at his side.Huh…?

Aaa sorry!! Again this is rushed and unedited !!But I definitely feel like they’d both be really open when intoxicated!! But I feel like Kaede would be more cheerier and playful, where Shuichi would be more honest and affectionate! or just more forward in general…but anyway I gotta go it’s late and I have exams tomorrow ufbshufgshud–

#Tinted writes #fanfiction #Saimatsu #kaede akamatsu #shuichi saihara #maki harukawa #kaito momota #ndrv3 #sfw

[san-bika]

Old Habits Die Hard - Lance-Voltron fic

Bring on the Langst ficlets!! Many plot bunnies were had over the holidays.

***Trigger Warning - EDNOS; disordered eating in general***

****This is a paid comission, meaning someone asked for me to write this, worked with me while writing it, and paid me for it. Please see the notes regarding this fic below from the person who requested it.****

NOTA BENE - I, figandmelon, appreciate the concern for my health but the italicized text below is not mine, as I wrote above, but is the sweet girl’s who commissioned the story. She had written a rough outline and gave a me a few paragraphs to start with. I don’t have food issues and this story is not meant to promote or romanticize disordered eating. I have written a follow-up story to this to prevent any idea that this is a good thing or that I approve this. That story was not commissioned by the girl but I felt I needed to write it. Also see the unedited text below - I had fixed the grammar but my patron has asked me to revise it to what she actually wrote! Sorry!

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I am working out some food issues. Please dont take this as any kind of endorsment of disordered eating.

Food is delicious, Good, important, and healthy. Food is one of the necissities of life and it is amazing how many ways food is prepared tasty healthy, inventive good for the environment, etc. Food makes us strong and can heal us and is tied to our all culture and heritage and family.

If you start to feel diffrently about food or struggle wth eating, get help as soon as you can and avoid a long &dangerous road.

Please know this isn’t realy a headcanon I have for Lance. I see him feeling like this, yes. But I had these feelings when I was a kid and my last years in school when I had no money to buy food and just ate whatever we threw out at work. This is my way of letting go of that. Thanks.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Rating: T - disordered eating, anxiety

Pairings: Klance (ish)

Length: 1585 words

Tags: angst, disordered eating, OCD, anxiety

Lance glanced down at a large bowl of space gelatin, blocky and trembling from the movements around the table.

It wasn’t ideal given its green coloring or gel consistency. It tasted vaguely like a sweet chicken broth, off-putting but you got over it. It wasn’t tostones or yuca or black beans and rice but you played the hand you were dealt. Lance knew that all too well.

For all of its drawbacks, the goo sure was plentiful. It was dispensed from hoses, for quiznak’s sake. And it doubled as a hydration source.

Food was a spartan necessity for Alteans; their pleasures tended to indulge their senses of touch (shape shifting in micro and macro ways was both a talent and physically enjoyable, which Lance occasionally liked to daydream about…alone if you catch the drift) and superior sight (apparently double pupils and triple retinas and lenses gave them something like super mega HD vision and millions of colors to delight in) rather than taste. Allura and Coran usually ate the goo quickly and with oh-so-perfect manners.

Everyone was eating and chatting. He lifted the spoon and licked it but felt his throat seize before dropping it into the bowl. This wasn’t going to work. And if that was the case Lance was going to do what he did best. Make a scene.

“Princess, aren’t you feeling tired?”

Allura looked up at Lance’s raised voice interrupting her quiet interlude with Shiro. “No Lance,” she said slowly, “are you? I thought the training session had an appropriate difficulty level. Perhaps you-”

“Well you should be cuz you’ve been running through my mind all day.” Finger guns. Wink. Lecherous smile. Ugh, he was the worst.

The silence was actually painful and the brunette felt all kinds of first and secondhand embarrassment for himself. But it was worth it not to worry the others needlessly.

“LANCE, why?!”

“Really, why though?”

“Come on buddy, you’re still on this?”

Allura was speechless but the twitch in her eye spoke volumes. Coran looked torn between laughing at the pun (he loved puns, dad jokes, basically anything that would make the average person or alien groan) and shaking his finger at the disrespect.

Pidge stood up with her bowl and laptop balanced in some unholy manner, her nose curled in disgust. “Well.. I’m off to my room. If I stay here for another of Lance’s pick up fails, I’ll lose my appetite and I’m a growing teen.” She hurried off still muttering. So quick to judge, Pidge?

Lance felt the red flush of shame creep up his neck. But if this was going to work, he’d need to go all in.

“Aww come on guys! I can’t be the only who sees that Allura and I are soulmates. I mean she’s like my catnip! Uhh, lion nip?”

A chorus of groans and complaints was his response. Allura was aghast, forming words without speaking, clearly ready to unleash fury on the unfortunate paladin.

But with perfect timing Coran escorted her away, clearing their perfectly clean bowls and sending an apologetic half-smile to the blue paladin. “This way, Allura, some space will do us all a world of good so we can come back and practice our flight drills in excellent form tomorrow. Space will clear our heads, isn’t that right Lance?”

The pilot wanted to laugh at the redhead’s twitching mustache but couldn’t. He just summoned an awkward smile/grimace and turned to see how well his plan was working.

Keith had started in on his second bowl of goop, eating so quickly that Lance had to look away before his stomach turned. Guess that desert shack didn’t have an etiquette book after all.

Hunk had scooted off to start dishes in the kitchen. He didn’t handle conflict too well. Man, Lance would have to do something really nice for him to make up for this ridiculousness. Maybe he could work with Pidge to set up some solo interspace video chat time with his alien rock girlfriend….

Shiro was already gone. Huh. He must actually have a crush on Allura and truly not be able to hear even the lamest of pick-up lines meant for her with any modicum of dignity. Or he must have wanted to kill Lance for the sheer audacity of hitting on the last known survivor of her species while aware it was an unrequited crush.

Yeah, Lance didn’t feel great about that either but he didn’t exactly want to tell the other Paladins that he couldn’t eat sometimes.

After Keith had downed the last of his food, he pushed his chair back and strode off with that permanent aggression to clean his bowl.

Lance noticed the faint eye roll and scoff as he walked past him and added that to all the other chips on the shoulder. Well, he was sitting with his spoon up and mouth open like some elementary school kid. He tried to adopt a more effortlessly cool pose but the hothead had crossed the room already and had his back to him.

That went well. Lance McClain, ruiner of dinner parties and cargo pilot extraordinaire.

He wilted a little as he felt the exertion of the day’s exercises. He hadn’t managed much that morning either. He needed to eat but he just… couldn’t.

Every time he lifted that spoon, he wondered if Javier had eaten dinner yet. Or if he’d gone to bed after drinking a cup of water so the little ones, Yany and cousin Carlito could. If Uncle Jorge had found a workplace that would hire him despite his disability. If Mama was taking care of herself.

Had Elisa managed to find a summer job to help Mama stretch her stamps? Were the food pantries any good this summer? Pidge and Hunk had figured out that it was sometime in July, Lance couldn’t remember. All he knew was his siblings didn’t get supplemental meals from school in July. In summer, they were on their own.

He lifted the spoon again but his growling stomach started roiling with nausea. He lowered the spoon. Of course he could have food whenever he wanted. Of course it would be like that.

Despite being the shittiest person in his family, he had found a nice cushy place where food was so plentiful, it wasn’t even a thought. People could complain about it. And even if he hadn’t found Blue, if he had been at the Garrison, he would have had three perfectly rationed, calculated, and healthy if tasteless meals plus snacks whenever he wanted.

Getting into the Garrison had been a promise. He would make it out and provide for his whole family. Even those teasing cousins who gave him a hard time about how tall and lanky he was.

They all had sacrificed enough that his absence was a loss. Mama and Papa had needed to work so hard just to pay for the testing. Now that he had effectively dropped out, all his studying and scholarships, all of his family’s money, stretched so thin with so many needs, it was all for nothing.

If he at least had dropped out and gone home, he could work. He could contribute. He could make Javier and Mama eat at least. Here his destiny was to save the world or die trying but at his family’s expense.

Always at his family’s expense.

Lance slammed the table with his closed fist, willing his frustration and other more painful things to dry up. He swallowed to prevent the nausea from making him sicker but feelings of bitterness and shame drew more tears out of him.

He dropped his head over the full, jiggling bowl. Twisting his hair between his fingers, he imagined it with cartoon eyes and a smile but it didn’t help.

He was a Paladin of Voltron. He needed to be strong to defeat Zarkon and help his family. He needed to eat.

Lance lifted the spoon from the table. He choked down a bite and clamped long brown fingers over his wide mouth. He managed to keep it down but it was a close thing.

Rather than better, he felt worse, like he had run a marathon without water. His throat burned as if the space goo was stuck in it. A headache came on around his temples. His eyes watered.

Had Mama even eaten today? Would she? Could she? Was there even food in the house?

Lance rose quickly. Thick emotion warped the air around him and he swallowed hard against his sadness. He threw the space goo in a trash receptacle and left the bowl on the table. It was a dick move but would throw off any suspicions for now. And Hunk, bless his sweet angelic nature, wouldn’t hold it against him.

Normally he would share his food with the mice but they were too damn chummy with Allura and if they told her that he skipped a whole meal, he’d definitely be questioned.

And at this point he wasn’t sure what would help him, if anything even could.

He loped off towards Blue in a haze, one hand firmly clenched around his mouth and the other around his aching stomach. He missed his mother terribly and his lion was the closest thing to her. Just sitting next to her was all he wanted.

Lance didn’t see Keith walk out from the kitchen doorway and pick up his bowl. The red paladin’s face was neutral but his keen eyes were lit with worry and disbelief.

#voltron #voltron legendary defender #voltron lance #voltron fic #voltron keith #voltron allura #voltron pidge #voltron shiro #voltron hunk #voltron coran #lance mcclain #keith kogane #takashi shirogane #pidge gunderson #hunk garrett #allura #coran #Langst #angst #lance angst #lance and keith #EDNOS #disordered eating #ocd #panic disorder #trigger warnings #poverty #trigger: eating disorders #survivors guilt #my fic

[kyandice]

CANDICE EDIT THIS UGLY SHIT WHEN U HAVE THE FUCKING TIME

this is an ugly unedited one it has been in my drafts for like 2 months already. so whatever i just posting it. ill edit it if i have the time. thins is is i actually edited half way and MY FUCKING COMPUTER FUCKING CRASHED SO I GAVE UP  and yeahhh ill just post this ugly unedited one and ill edit it again WITH PROPER ENGLISH WHEN I HAVE THE TIME. idk i just cqnt see stuff in my drafts i just havre to post it and yewah wtf.

this unedu=ited stuff is just me writing key poiunts about my day and not like urghhhhhhh i hate this commmmmm. normally i would describe more but i dont want it in my drafts anymore so ill edit it when im free OKAYYYY.

1/3 

Hahahahahah lmao this was the date when i got tgt with K 3 years ago.(omg i still rmb, but tbh its nth special i just rmb useless stuff pretty well)  Never wanted to date a guy again even i with crushes back in sec sch. but anyways, today i went to Sentosa w/ B and he seemed to really like the artificial fiels alot but it was like in the afternoon so it was still kinda hot and yeahhhh. Like it would be much nicer at night. There will be like alot of stars and fireworks too and it will be more windy and cooling idk but it will be nicer at night and i want to spend the night w/ B there again. Oh yeah anyways ystd B bought me the batgirl lego keychain and B told me that batgirl had sex with batman and im shoooked.

2/3 and like today we planned to go to his house anddd then go to parkway parade to some lego secret chambers shop. i went out early cuz my junior wanted to pass me her lego characs but she couldnt make it so i was alr at bishan so i just went to tpy and wait for bryan o wake and meet me so i called him at 11am but he woke up and shouted at me so i just like nvmmmm so i went to the library and went window shopping around tpy and i also went popular 1pm i didnt want to call him up but i was like ugh nvm and called him.. and yay he finaally woke up wna read tuesday with morrie, all the fifty shades of grey and in grey's pov n miss peregrine's home for peculiar children but we still went to parkway parade anyays and he asked me to watch letters from iwo jima so i watched it at night and bryan wanted to watch the breakup list on toggle but it kept playing ads and it just wouldnt play the video so b got alittle pissed 3/3 logan, training (our 8th movie)

4/3 finishing crocheting my first thinggg the bear thing shoud i give it to bryan would he want it so today b was vvvv kinda excited this video thing with ck and cez and im like vvv happy for him cuz he can do smthing he rlly likes with cool n funny ffriends. also he said that he didnt want us to go public at first cuz he was afraid that ppl might tease us he said he was afraid i might be ffrustrated but tbh i was hella frustaratred i dont see the point of hiding our rship but im glad werre like opene now and so at night i went to ikea and b messaged me but i was busyt walking and i didnt recieve his msg but i didnt like lock my phone so it was read. but like it was in my pockets and like my mom doesnt allow me to play my phine whenever im walking but yeah anyways b was angry hat i didnt reply him. we sorta quarreled awhile but we were kinda okay after that i guess. wtf sia today midnight i have to distribute stuff to the homeless ppl in bugis and i was wearing a short paanyts and my mom tied this weird looking scarf i swear i look like some carzy hobo youngster wtf.

5&6/3 sneaked out of house, slept over at his house and after that i went to tpy first while he showers, ate and went home early to pack for camp stuff wna stay over at his house again it was fun we tried to watch moanna but was kinda sleepy

7/3 day 1 of camp. slept with b outised tgt

8/3 day 2 of camp (-met javier and sihui -every camps i go i get very angry -shoulder, water balloon) larn cpr and aed the skit thing worst grp ever

9/3 day 3 of camp water activities we won

10/3 tkd training

11/3

-wtf nxt week go msia (wanted to go work) -quarreled with bteh. cuz i cant go out but he wants me to go out -yyour suffering defines you without it yore a void -japan and korea with bryan -my parents -i want more lego charac -money - i cant wait for tmr for ilighhtsss i want to take like alooot pictures tgt with bryannnn styled hair -nicole choo idk why im still so insecure like i know pretty clearly that im decent looking. decent looking enough to make friends, have a job and not get ostracised in society. and well if you arent good looking enough you'll be made fun off/ostracised in society and thats how humans work. and now everywhere you see are pretty girls and how can any girls feel not insecure. Okay, i have a flat and fat nose. i want to have a sharper and thinner nose like michelle. i have pretty small boobs and i want boobs like naomi. my shoulders are too wide from playing softball, i want a smaller width shoulders like grace. my tummy isnt flat i want a flat tummy. and thing is those are pretty famous girls in like sg and im not even talking abt kim kard or emma wats or like jennifer lawr. omg i dont even know where im going with this im just literally typing all my thoughts down. okay and the boys here???? they all follow those people and im pretty sure they compare them over the normal girls in sch. omg what am i even talking abt. i feel silly even typing this out. but okay if your beauty standards doesnt reach like the norm in society you srsly wouldnt have friends. unless youre realllll rich or your sense of humor is rlly rlly great.

12/3 didnt quarrel but we  were obv upset with each other it was a fun day tho when to see i lights took alot pictures ate llaollao no money

20/3 best s ever went home after it bteh gg aunts house today

his flight will be tmr 21/22 job interview got the job bryaan in flight abt cosplay how i dont have frinds

25/03 bryan found my private twitter accnt                                    bteh tole me abt a girl he liked when he was in korea idk if anyone realised but ive got a really really really bad habit. its weird really. but its a thing ive been doing since young and i never talked to anyone about it before. so actually, when im nervous, or stressed out, or just couldnt take my mind off smthing, i would like start peeling or plucking my nails. okay many people do this but, i ahve a weirder one andddd omg i think i will regret saying this. So actually, i pluck i my hair when im nervous, stressed out or just thinking abt smthing i cant ignore. so back in primary 4 i was doing this math practice paper and i couldnt do any those 6marks big problem sums and i was fking stressed out. and well my habit of plucking my own hair started really really young. and at P4 my mom saw me crying

26 toc competition firdst fight win second fight lose how i dont wna fight nationals cuz my weight cat all got national player lose my chance to win gold cant even get silver r came today

29/ power rangers

30 wanted to go coney island with rapheal and jill and bryan but it rained so we went to lan and gamed without jill bryan pushed me and i banged into someone in the end see museums some forest thing the ligths vvv pretyy

28/hotel

31/ hotel went to work after that talk about work made bryan that key chain clp diner and dance

1/4 learn bst bts for club crawl played boomberang didnt workkk aot is out!!!!!!

2/4 today i need to go mountbatten cc to practice my poomsae my poomsae lousy i dont think i can pass at first try anyways president of stf is milan quey idk if i spelt his name properly but yeah. before that ate yellow sub with B will nvr eat there again portion is small yet expensive and food isint so nice at all but since i get to eat with b im vvvv gladdd

3/4 today i went early to B's house. after that met up with madeline and shirlyn to watch boss baby and the movie was quite nice i thought i wouldnt like it and then we ate pepper lunch and omg osaka is a vvv small place like shirlyn went evrywhere i visited like a a year ago

4/4 AND I WOKE UP WITH BTEH lose his doibok and he couldnt find it my maid threathened to take a mail for my mom cuz she lazy walk and she wants me to do it but i was late

5/4 there was demo training we played table tennis for awhile and bteh is good at it, ok maybe its just that i suck at it but yea theres was fmo so we slacked at tg until demo tng started so at night he said hes tired but idk that he wanted to sleep soon and he was like stop it and i was like stop wat but he ttly just shut me off and then i got pissed cuz i would nvr do that to him

6/4 i had to meet herman but like after meeting him timetable i realised i forget to bring my wallet somethimes im torn in beteen like just not gg out with bteh cuz i have no money to eat or spend his money again he keeps saying its okay but its really not okay im just not comfortable like someone spending so much on me i owe money so he told me his specs broke ttly

One of the things dreams do for us is prepare us for worse case scenario. The dream that is closest to reality about a loved one leaving us prepares the mind for the pain that can be inflicted upon us. It creates a probability. That means it could happen, it means it’s a fear you have, and being such your mind protects your psyche in a way to allow you to feel the emotions of the event, even though the event never occurred.

13 reasons why felt like  th main charac like back in sec sch all i wanted was just to finish my olevels and go to poly so i can be a whole new person. someone who i wanted to be withouht anyone laughing at me

1au away from sol 1au measurement unit like light or smthing sol is latin from sun porbbaly it