that boy ought to come with a warning label or something

Without You: Bloodstone (Part 14)

Genre: AU, bts!werewolf, fantasy, angst

Warnings: language, violence, suggestive content

Word Count: 3.3k

Summary: Werewolves, contrary to popular belief, are usually gentle creatures. Except for a very specific set of circumstances, they would never hurt a human (on purpose). The few unfortunate times when mistakes were made put a permanent dark mark on the beasts and people began labeling them as monsters. What the human population failed to recognize was the fact that they were protecting us from something much more sinister. Luckily, a few survived and the gene was passed down hereditarily until one day finding its way to me… in the form of my best friend.

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Originally posted by loe-fi

Loyalty is often as blind as justice should be, as unstable as a lightning storm ought to be, and as misplaced as an opinion in the truth.

Chapter 14:

“Eun, stay here,” Munhee instructs, the intensity in her voice causing my skin to crawl. “You’ll be safer that way.”

“But noona,” Namjoon interjects. “Couldn’t we use this as training for her and Jungkook?”

Hoseok is the one who answers, “No, this one doesn’t smell right. It’s… different.”

He can smell it from here? But he’d said it was about a kilometer away. The thought is somewhat haunting, but I let it slip from my attention to focus on more pressing matters. A demon is heading into town. That’s what Jimin had said. When Namjoon had spoken of the “malicious spirits,” he’d mention the fact that the pack has dealt with them before. So why is everyone so tense?

“Exactly,” Munhee argues, the stress of a time constraint evident in her voice. “Jungkook will already be feral because of its presence. None of us need to be put in unnecessary danger when he does something stupid to protect Eun.”

Jungkook stiffens, protesting, “I wouldn’t do anything stupid-”

“Yes, you would,” Yoongi cuts him off, silencing the maknae with a glare.

“But this is a good learning opportunity,” Namjoon insists as he grabs one of the backpacks lined up near the door, obviously anxious to not be idle.

“I agree, we’ll all be there. And a demonstration would be beneficial,” Seokjin adds.

“We don’t have time for this,” Hoseok says, entire body rippling, ready to transform. My confusion and ignorance prevent me from feeling the panic that everyone else seems to be suffering. Hadn’t Namjoon been confident about their ability to handle the situation? Could it really be that bad? Maybe they were just nervous because they had a routine and Jungkook and I had interrupted their flow. Maybe Hoseok is overreacting? This line of thought also keeps my nose above the surface of “deep anxiety,” though I must acknowledge the nervousness nipping at the edges of my consciousness.

“We could take Eun along and leave her at a safe distance,” Taehyung offers. “Just so we can get going now.”

“And decide along the way,” Seokjin nods his approval.

“She’ll still be a distraction for Jungkook,” Yoongi retorts, casting another glare at Jungkook to shut down a complaint before it happens. “And who would watch her anyway?”

“This is too urgent for arguing, she stays,” Munhee says decisively. “We can’t-”

“This is stupid,” a new voice chimes in, causing everyone to turn in surprise and stare at Jimin. “She needs to see what happens and you know it. Stop babying Jungkook and more importantly stop babying Eun. They’re going. Both of them and I’ll take responsibility for her. It’s not like you guys care what happens to me anyway.”

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Without You: Bloodstone (Part 10)

Genre: AU, bts!werewolf, fantasy, angst

Warnings: language, violence, suggestive content

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: Werewolves, contrary to popular belief, are usually gentle creatures. Except for a very specific set of circumstances, they would never hurt a human (on purpose). The few unfortunate times when mistakes were made put a permanent dark mark on the beasts and people began labeling them as monsters. What the human population failed to recognize was the fact that they were protecting us from something much more sinister. Luckily, a few survived and the gene was passed down hereditarily until one day finding its way to me… in the form of my best friend.

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Originally posted by shishikookie

Loyalty is often as blind as justice should be, as unstable as a lightning storm ought to be, and as misplaced as an opinion in the truth.

Chapter 10:

As Jimin disappears behind one of the crumbling buildings, Munhee crosses her arms, visibly fighting a frown for Jungkook’s benefit, “Sometimes, I wonder why we ever took in that brat.”

Her words are cruel, but can I really fault her for them?

From the moment I met Munhee, she had been a mysterious character. Dark hair always pulled into a disheveled ponytail with a generous amount of strands coming loose or hanging free to frame her face, consistently dressed in all black, fitted clothes, and armed with a knife she keeps in her boot… Munhee isn’t the least scary person I’ve ever seen and her mood swings do nothing to help her case.

Still, if there’s one thing I’ve learned in the short time span I’ve known her, it’s she’s a very calculating person who has the pack’s best interest at heart.

So who am I to judge? Maybe she should be more patient. Or maybe Jimin should be more respectful. I don’t know their history and right now, I’m not really keen on asking.

“Don’t,” she commands bluntly as Namjoon and Seokjin move to go after Jimin. They cast her a questioning look, but won’t dare disobey. Munhee stuffs her hands into the pockets of her jeans and makes her way toward the mistletoe entrance, calling over her shoulder, “Time to go inside. We’re done for today.”

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Without You: Bloodstone (Part 9)

Genre: AU, bts!werewolf, fantasy, angst

Warnings: language, violence, suggestive content

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: Werewolves, contrary to popular belief, are usually gentle creatures. Except for a very specific set of circumstances, they would never hurt a human (on purpose). The few unfortunate times when mistakes were made put a permanent dark mark on the beasts and people began labeling them as monsters. What the human population failed to recognize was the fact that they were protecting us from something much more sinister. Luckily, a few survived and the gene was passed down hereditarily until one day finding its way to me… in the form of my best friend.

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Originally posted by sugaglos

Loyalty is often as blind as justice should be, as unstable as a lightning storm ought to be, and as misplaced as an opinion in the truth.

Chapter 9:

Assured that Jungkook would not hurt me despite his odd behavior, I allow myself to lie down and doze off, head in his lap, cheek resting against his thigh, which is a much better pillow than the wall.

I’m tired more than afraid at this point and with my friend’s fingers gently, rhythmically brushing  through my hair, I’m no match for the tidal wave of oblivion.

Eventually, sharp knock on the door permeates through the thick haze of sleep, but my body refuses to do anything about it until the metal barrier swings open.

“Good, you’re not a wolf,” Namjoon’s distinctively deep voice causes my eyelids to flutter open. “Maybe now we can actually talk.”

Jungkook’s response is immediate, hostile, and practically a growl, “Get out!”

I attempt to bolt upright either out of instinctive surprise or in an attempt to regain control of my friend, but am stopped mid-action. His arms wrap around my torso, forearms strapping me to his chest, metal restraints digging into my skin even through the clothes.

Namjoon takes a deep breath, “I’m not here to take Eun, Jungkook. I’m going to let you out of the chains.”

I’m able to sneak a glance at the younger boy’s face. In his eyes are streaks of amber. He’s fighting it, I hope.

“Think about it, kid,” the man with the blue-grey hair remains calm, voice even, “How well are you able to protect her when you’re strapped to a wall? We’re here to help you help yourself.”

Honestly, I’m bristling at Namjoon’s words. I don’t need protection. I can handle Jungkook perfectly fine, which is something I think I’ve proven. But I stay quiet, knowing it’s simply a persuasive tactic.

“I don’t need your HELP,” my usually mild mannered friend retorts, grip tightening around me. Because he’s human, it doesn’t hurt, yet.

Namjoon takes a few slow steps closer, “If you don’t calm down right now, you might kill her. Do you WANT Eun to die?”

“No,” Jungkook releases me instantly and I roll sideways, purposefully tumbling off of the bed to stagger away. He looks hurt, expression contorted in irritation and concentration, but he makes no move to pursue me.

“I thought so,” Namjoon holds up his hands to indicate the lack of threat. That’s when I notice he’s got something pinched between his right index finger and thumb, a key. Suddenly, his tone drops a few notes in warning, “If you make a single move while I’m releasing you-”

“I won’t,” Jungkook assures pointedly.

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Without You: Bloodstone (Part 17)

Genre: AU, bts!werewolf, fantasy, angst

Warnings: language, violence, suggestive content

Word Count: 3.3k

Summary: Werewolves, contrary to popular belief, are usually gentle creatures. Except for a very specific set of circumstances, they would never hurt a human (on purpose). The few unfortunate times when mistakes were made put a permanent dark mark on the beasts and people began labeling them as monsters. What the human population failed to recognize was the fact that they were protecting us from something much more sinister. Luckily, a few survived and the gene was passed down hereditarily until one day finding its way to me… in the form of my best friend.

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Originally posted by dayaftermoon

Loyalty is often as blind as justice should be, as unstable as a lightning storm ought to be, and as misplaced as an opinion in the truth.

Chapter 17:

I stare at Jimin’s closed door, coming to a crossroad in my mind. I could give up on him. It would be so easy to start treating him like everyone else, ignoring Jimin except when absolutely necessary. It would be easy, yes, but it’s not something I want. Even if he’s rude to me, he deserves to be treated with the respect of a human being… in the metaphorical sense. Because he’s a werewolf, not a human.

With a reluctant sigh, I return to Jungkook’s room.

The next few days are uneventful. My raven haired friend is busy with training and the rest of the pack, often accompanied by Munhee and sans Jimin, spend time outside the bunker with him. I see the outcast boy with the coffee colored hair once every twelve hours or so when he asks if I’ve eaten or humorlessly if I feel like I’m dying, the answers to which are usually yes, then no. Halsahm remains silent.

I have no time or lack the opportunity to pull Namjoon aside and ask him about the second type of bonding Taehyung had mentioned, but there’s no rush on pure curiosity. My attention is elsewhere, namely on getting someone to take me to the Hepatica field.

I would ask Jungkook, but he seems to be getting more and more exhausted with each passing day and if I were to get in trouble, I wouldn’t want it to effect him (especially with his hypersensitive nature). I would ask Taehyung, but he (along with the rest of the pack) would likely side with Munhee, the person I’m hoping to gain information on while performing the divination. Well, it’s not so much “information” as it is seeing whether or not she’s lying to me or hiding something, which might be a concept that’s hard to swallow for the wolves that have imprinted on her.

This leaves Jimin, who is less than willing to cooperate.

“How many times are you going to ask me?” he whispers harshly as soon as he answers his door. I don’t like badgering him, but with each day that passes, the innate fear increases in my mind. Could Munhee be indoctrinating Jungkook? Controlling our minds? It sounds stupid, but we’re dealing with real magic. I need to know we’re safe.

I shrug, unable to meet his gaze, “How many times will it take for you to say yes?”

Jimin groans, jaw jutting forward as he stares at the ceiling, “So you’ll leave me alone if I take you to this stupid flower field?”

I nod fervently.

“Fine. I’ll come get you as soon as everyone else is asleep.”

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anonymous asked:

About the spoiler thing. I know it was Joffrey, but even though I'm currently on my third reread of the series, I still struggle to understand exactly why... Help me out here?

There were a couple who asked who so I’m killing two brids with one stone and giving the full text before I get to the “Why”

Joffrey receives a gift of a Valyrian Steel sword upon his wedding to Margaery:

“Have a care, Your Grace,” Ser Addam Marbrand warned the king. “Valyrian steel is perilously sharp.”

“I remember.” Joffrey brought Widow’s Wail down in a savage two-handed slice, onto the book that Tyrion had given him. The heavy leather cover parted at a stroke. “Sharp! I told you, I am no stranger to Valyrian steel.” It took him half a dozen further cuts to hack the thick tome apart, and the boy was breathless by the time he was done. Sansa could feel her husband struggling with his fury as Ser Osmund Kettleblack shouted, “I pray you never turn that wicked edge on me, sire.”(Sansa IV, ASOS)

It’s Tyrion who connects the dots:

I am no stranger to Valyrian steel, the boy had boasted. The septons were always going on about how the Father Above judges us all. If the Father would be so good as to topple over and crush Joff like a dung beetle, I might even believe it.

He ought to have seen it long ago. Jaime would never send another man to do his killing, and Cersei was too cunning to use a knife that could be traced back to her, but Joff, arrogant vicious stupid little wretch that he was

The prince’s own dagger had a jeweled pommel and inlaid goldwork on the blade, Tyrion seemed to recall. At least Joff had not been stupid enough to use that. Instead he went poking among his father’s weapons. Robert Baratheon was a man of careless generosity, and would have given his son any dagger he wanted … but Tyrion guessed that the boy had just taken it. Robert had come to Winterfell with a long tail of knights and retainers, a huge wheelhouse, and a baggage train. No doubt some diligent servant had made certain that the king’s weapons went with him, in case he should desire any of them.

He remembered a cold morning when he’d climbed down the steep exterior steps from Winterfell’s library to find Prince Joffrey jesting with the Hound about killing wolves. Send a dog to kill a wolf, he said. Even Joffrey was not so foolish as to command Sandor Clegane to slay a son of Eddard Stark, however; the Hound would have gone to Cersei. Instead the boy found his catspaw among the unsavory lot of freeriders, merchants, and camp followers who’d attached themselves to the king’s party as they made their way north. Some poxy lackwit willing to risk his life for a prince’s favor and a little coin. Tyrion wondered whose idea it had been to wait until Robert left Winterfell before opening Bran’s throat. Joff’s, most like. No doubt he thought it was the height of cunning.

The blade Joff chose was nice and plain. No goldwork, no jewels in the hilt, no silver inlay on the blade. King Robert never wore it, had likely forgotten he owned it. Yet the Valyrian steel was deadly sharp … sharp enough to slice through skin, flesh, and muscle in one quick stroke. I am no stranger to Valyrian Steel. But he had been, hadn’t he? Else he would never have been so foolish as to pick Littlefinger’s knife.

The why of it still eluded him. Simple cruelty, perhaps? His nephew had that in abundance. It was all Tyrion could do not to retch up all the wine he’d drunk, piss in his breeches, or both. He squirmed uncomfortably. He ought to have held his tongue at breakfast. The boy knows I know now. My big mouth will be the death of me, I swear it. (Tyrion VIII, ASOS)

The why eludes Tyrion, but to me it’s fairly clear if you understand Joffrey’s relationship with Robert (though I do think that Joffrey’s cruelty definitely plays into it.)

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