Im writing a character who is supposed to be an terrifyingly lethal fighter, so I'm wondering how it's possible to kill someone without a weapon (other than snapping a neck)
tempted to be glib, and simply say that your character’s limbs and body are
weapons, but let’s start by turning this one around.
snapping someone’s neck, the way you see in films, doesn’t work. You can annoy
someone, and rack up an attempted murder charge, but it doesn’t actually work.
That said, the list of things that can, in fact, kill someone is not short,
ranging from blood chokes (where the attacker holds their opponent in a
headlock which obstructs the carotid artery) to crushing the trachea, rupturing
the kidney (though this one will take awhile), or any number of other attacks
that will interrupt the victim’s ability to continue getting oxygen to their
back to that comment about your body being a weapon. It’s a concept that’s
pretty easy to dismiss as pseudo-mysticism; doing that is a mistake. The
important thing to take away from that phrase is the mindset. With enough
creativity and dedication, just about anything
can be a weapon. A character who’s willing to walk into a fight, grab their
opponent by the skull and ram them face first onto a chunk of rebar is using
weapons. They’re using their body and environment.
also where the idea of a character using a weapon being limited comes from.
Again, it’s an idea that’s easy to dismiss as abstract philosophy, but it does
reflect a kind of thinking that people, including writers, can trap themselves
with. “I have a sword, therefore, I can…” as opposed to, “I have all these
options to turn my enemies into meat pudding.”
realize this isn’t, exactly, the catalogue of kill strikes you were hoping for.
If you’re looking for more discussion on brutality and it’s psychological
impact on combat, I would suggest you take a look at our The Only Unfair Fight
Rules For A Gunfight by Drill Instructor Joe B. Fricks, USMC
1. Forget about knives, bats and fists. Bring a gun. Preferably, bring at least two guns. Bring all of your friends who have guns. Bring four times the ammunition you think you could ever need.
2. Anything worth shooting is worth shooting twice. Ammunition is cheap – life is expensive. If you shoot inside, buckshot is your friend. A new wall is cheap – funerals are expensive.
3. Only hits count. The only thing worse than a miss is a slow miss.
4. If your shooting stance is good, you’re probably not moving fast enough or using cover correctly.
5. Move away from your attacker and go to cover. Distance is your friend. (Bulletproof cover and diagonal or lateral movement are preferred.)
6. If you can choose what to bring to a gunfight, bring a semi or full-automatic long gun and a friend with a long gun.
7. In ten years nobody will remember the details of caliber, stance, or tactics. They will only remember who lived.
8. If you are not shooting, you should be communicating, reloading, and running. Yell “Fire!” Why “Fire”? Cops will come with the Fire Department, sirens often scare off the bad guys, or at least cause then to lose concentration and will…. and who is going to summon help if you yell ”Intruder,” “Glock” or “Winchester?”
9. Accuracy is relative: most combat shooting standards will be more dependent on “pucker factor” than the inherent accuracy of the gun.
10. Someday someone may kill you with your own gun, but they should have to beat you to death with it because it is empty.
11. Always cheat, always win. The only unfair fight is the one you lose.
12. Have a plan.
13. Have a back-up plan, because the first one won’t work. “No battle plan ever survives 10 seconds past first contact with an enemy.”
14. Use cover or concealment as much as possible, but remember, sheetrock walls and the like stop nothing but your pulse when bullets tear through them.
15. Flank your adversary when possible. Protect yours.
16. Don’t drop your guard.
17. Always tactical load and threat scan 360 degrees. Practice reloading one-handed and off-hand shooting. That’s how you live if hit in your “good” side.
18. Watch their hands. Hands kill. Smiles, frowns and other facial expressions don’t (In God we trust. Everyone else keep your hands where I can see them.)
19. Decide NOW to always be aggressive ENOUGH, quickly ENOUGH.
20. The faster you finish the fight, the less shot you will get.
21. Be polite. Be professional. But, have a plan to kill everyone you meet if necessary, because they may want to kill you.
22. Be courteous to everyone, overly friendly to no one.
23. Your number one option for personal security is a lifelong commitment to avoidance, deterrence, and de-escalation.
24. Do not attend a gunfight with a handgun, the caliber of which does not start with anything smaller than ”4″.
25. Use a gun that works EVERY TIME. “All skill is in vain when an Angel blows the powder from the flintlock of your musket.” At a practice session, throw your gun into the mud, then make sure it still works. You can clean it later.
26. Practice shooting in the dark, with someone shouting at you, when out of breath, etc.
27. Regardless of whether justified or not, you will feel sad about killing another human being. It is better to be sad than to be room temperature.
28. The only thing you EVER say afterwards is, “He said he was going to kill me. I believed him. I’m sorry, Officer, but I’m very upset now. I can’t say anything more. Please speak with my attorney.”
Finally, Drill Instructor Frick’s Rules For Un-armed Combat.
After 3000 years of caste apartheid, oppression, subjugation, servitude, subhuman treatment, genocide, colonization, invasion, white washing, gentrification, rapes, acid attacks, stoning, slavery and every other horrible crime against humanity – do you think it’s right to teach these people color blindness? Do you think it’s right to teach their children forgiveness over justice? Do you think its right to parade black people that look like them but who are in relationships with white people in front of them like they are success stories? After three thousand years of being disenfranchised and almost being genocided and erased out of history and having received no justice, would you tell these black people – we’re all humans?
You wholeheartedly stand with Felix
You wholeheartedly stand with Mark
You wholeheartedly stand with G
You wholeheartedly stand with Ken
You wholeheartedly stand with anyone and everyone who’s been supporting Felix and being a genuine friend to him in this time of hate.
You will not stand for hate towards the guys who’ve helped so many people through shit.
You will not tolerate something so insane to change you’re opinion on them
You will not hesitate to stand beside them
Khloe excitedly tells her friends the story of how eight level 60s couldn’t beat up an old lightning guy in a tremendously unfair fight because some fucker kept attacking him in the add phase and pushed his LB too early and then they died and this happened like 12 times until they lucked out and the person who couldn’t fight the adds won a horse
One of the worst things that ever crossed path between two people is disagreement. And it becomes even more delirious when those two people are lovers. People say no couple is perfect. Fights happen and the ones that prove to be not of any worth lose and you still get your happily ever after. Some fights are childish, you don’t need to run away like a kid and cry into your mommy’s lap because some things had been unfair to you. Some fights don’t let you sleep, they end up in tears. Some fights end up in one of you leaving to find solace somewhere else, when all the comfort you can have is with that one person who has your heart.
You hated fighting and you hated the outcome of it. You knew nothing would change, but one fight speaks a thousand words that neither of you two meant. But somehow, they hurt because you said them and now you cannot take them back. All you can do is sit alone and mope around.
Emma squirms, her body shaking as she laughs happily from the very pit of her belly.
Killian rests his warm hand against the exposed skin of her middle. There’s only the slightest curve there, a brand new exciting development in the growth of their child.
Killian’s hair brushes against her cheek as he leans in close and he strokes the bump affectionately.
Her heart swells with adoration. Seeing how excited he is about the baby brings her more joy on a daily basis than anything. It’s nearly heartwarming enough for her to forgive the other less desirable changes her body’s gone through thus far in the pregnancy.
(i’m actually not a fan of mecha - i’m primarily interested in voltron for the characters, so i’ve paid very little attention on the lion front since it’s just not my thing. this is a question @ourdustytrails could answer in much better technical detail than i can!)
I’m also just really confused by how twisted this whole story has become. Why is Louis made out to be the villain? Even the website that hosts the video of the “fight” makes it sound as though Louis wanted to cause a scene because he’s malicious and rude.
It’s not hard to see that he was completely innocent and was arrested because he tripped at the wrong time which caused a pap to fall down and tried to pull three girls off of another in a clearly unfair fight in an airport of all places??
He had no other option but to try and stop the fight because he was vulnerable and confused and no one was helping him. He started begging for help before he realized he would have to help break things up on his own. And then what does he get for it?? Articles shaming him and dragging him through the mud, a court appearance to show up to, and an arrest record.
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader Genre: Mafia AU, Smut (Heavy), Angst (Heavy), Fluff (Barely) *No heavy smut in the 2nd chapter either ;) but there will be small sexual actions* Word Count: ??? (I don’t really like to do word counts so I’ll just say that length-wise, my chapters *after chapter 1* will always be pretty long.)
*Warning- Strong Language, Explicit Sex, Explicit Sex Talk/References, Gang Violence, Talk of Gang Violence*
Reluctantly, you go with the Min’s to their large estate. Things couldn’t get worse…
Horrid wedding planning, crazy friends, and your soon-to-be husband whom you just can’t understand. Yet, your father raised you to be strong, and to stand by what you want and believe in. You can’t be controlled…and strangely, he liked that.
What does he mean?
Yoongi’s eyes burned into yours as he held you in place by a single finger, your body almost frozen in place at such a simple action. You couldn’t look away, and it felt as if the room was completely empty except for the two of you, who stood almost close enough for the distance to be a step away from intimate.
Your face almost went pale as he slowly licked his lips, the sudden gesture making your legs tremble.
Oh dear lord, what is he doing?
“You must be (Y/N).” You exhaled the breath you were holding in when you heard his voice. The deep vibrato was music to your ears.
Breathe (Y/N), breathe.
Yoongi was toying with you. He knew what effect he had on you. He had this effect on every woman he meets. However to you, this was completely unfair. You had to fight hard to pull yourself from his trance, taking a step away from him and inching close to your father as if he could protect you. You looked up at your father, who only had the same bewildered expression that you had.
“Well as fun as this has been to watch, I must say that it is getting late. We live pretty far from this area and I would like to get back to my estate before noon tomorrow.” Mr. Min said, his nonchalant and bored voice almost catching you by surprise. His voice was almost as melodic as Yoongi’s.
You looked up at your father, who met your stare and a sad smile spread on his lips. “May I have a few minutes with my daughter?” Your father looked at the Min’s with an almost pleading expression. You’ve never seen your father almost seem powerless next to another man. But this wasn’t just another man. He was someone who could destroy your whole family with just a phone call.
Mr. Min nodded once, his permanent frown twitching slightly in annoyance at the fact that he had to wait for you longer than he planned. Your father grabbed your hand, pulling you away from the Min’s, and you quickly glanced at Min Yoongi, who was no longer looking at you.
“I’m going to miss you, Sunshine.” Your father wrapped you in his arms tightly, his face burying in your hair as your face was buried in his chest. You held onto your father tightly, your hands balled up into fists and grabbing a tight hold on his suit jacket.
You breathed in his scent, his familiar smell of cologne and cigars filling your nose and you almost let your tears spill, but you refused. Crying would only make this harder for not only you, but your father, who was almost trembling.
You let go of him slowly, feeling as if you were on display, which you were as you turned and saw that everyone was staring at you, including the Min’s. Yoongi’s eyes staring into yours.
It took a while, but with the help of your family you were able to pack everything you owned and you watched as they loaded them onto the Min’s private jet.
“In case you get cold.” Your father handed you his jacket and you took it. You both knew that the private jet would have a heating system, but you didn’t hesitate as you grabbed your father’s jacket. The only thing that would remind you of your home.
Your father hugged you tightly once more, his eyes filled with tears that you knew wouldn’t spill. You forced a small smile as you looked at your father one last time before quickly following behind the Min’s as they climbed the steps onto their private jet. You wrapped your father’s large jacket around your shoulders, the heavy material covering your upper body completely.
Walking into the jet, you did not know what to expect. It looked better than you imagined. The seats were a clean ivory with black designed armrests and designs throughout the jet. Wine glasses rested on the small counter tops on the sides and there was a mini fridge next to every pair of seats.
You looked around, seeing Mr. and Mrs. Min sitting side by side in the back. Mr. Min looking at his computer while Mrs. Min was on the phone as she did work on her tablet. You then looked at Yoongi, who was staring at you in curiosity. You stood there, awkwardly clenching the jacket draped over your shoulders.
“Are you going to stand there when we take off like a dumb-ass or are you gonna sit down?” You looked at Yoongi in disbelief as you realized that he was trying to insult you. This was different from the Yoongi you met earlier, who was so quiet and mysterious, burning a fire inside of you. This version of Yoongi just made you want to punch him.
You opened your mouth to say something, but you quickly closed your mouth as you realized the situation you were in and you quietly sat down in the seat diagonal from where he was sitting.
You heard him snickering silently and you huffed, turning slightly in the surprisingly large and comfortable reclining seat of the jet so your back was now facing him.
You were told that this was going to be a ten hour flight, so you decided to rest, not wanting to be awake to think about the fact that you were leaving your home forever. Your fingers brushed over your mother’s charm bracelet which was still dangling on your wrist and you sighed softly, wrapping your father’s large coat tighter against your body. The warmth of the thick material and your father’s scent slowly putting you into a deep sleep.
“Get up, we’re here.” You heard that familiar deep voice, but this time you were less than eager to open your eyes to look at the man who was going to be your soon-to-be husband. “Five…five more minutes…” You mumbled and Yoongi rolled his eyes, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek in annoyance as he stared at your sleeping figure.
He suddenly got an idea, and he smirked mischievously. He reached down and rested his hand on your knee and your eyebrow twitched at the sudden contact. He bit his lip as his hand started to softly crawl up your thigh. Your eyebrows furrowed yet your eyes stayed closed.
Yoongi looked at you, tilting his head to the side as he saw that you weren’t going to be easy. He tchiped, thinking quickly before leaning forwards so his lips were only an inch from your neck. He slowly went up to your ear, his breath tickling you. “I want you…” He whispered before going back down to your exposed neck and pressing a kiss against your warm skin.
Your eyes flew open and you jolted back, looking at Yoongi with wide eyes as your hand flew to your neck, your skin burning from the contact of his previous action.
He only looked at you, gloating over his victory. “We’re here, so unless you want to spend the night in this jet again, I’d suggest you come with me.” His face returned to his seemingly normal careless expression before turning around and exiting the jet.
It’s only been one night and Min Yoongi has already made his standing on your ‘Kill List’. You grumbled angrily to yourself as you got up, your eyes straining from the bright light as you walked outside.
Was this really where you were going to live? You looked around in amazement at the large estate surrounding you. It’s a hundred times larger than your mansion back home, and you felt embarrassed that the Min’s saw what they could call a ‘common home’.
You looked at the large men carrying your things through the large wooden door of the Min’s home, and you swallowed hard nervously before walking inside.
Absolutely beautiful. You couldn’t keep your eyes off your surroundings. Paintings decorated the walls, a large golden chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting its bright yellow light over you. You looked forwards at the two staircases on the sides of the main room, leading to the same area that split off as the upstairs and went off into separate hallways which you assumed had bedrooms and such.
“Like what you see?” You jumped when you heard Yoongi’s voice by your ear, his breath tickling that same spot again. You turned around, looking at him with pure irritation. “You need to stop doing that.” You said, frowning at him.
“Or what?” He leaned in towards you and you were quick to back away. “Please take me to my room.” You looked at him, trying to keep your composure when on the inside you were literally screaming. He was ruining you in more ways than one.
Yoongi raised an eyebrow before shrugging and walking past you. “Follow me.” He walked up the stairs and you were quick to follow, your steps almost in sync.
He opened your door, your stuff already placed neatly around the room. You walked past him, looking around your room in amazement. “It’s so big…it’s bigger than my old room.” Your heart sank lightly as you realized what you said. You looked back at Yoongi, who was leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest.
“Is…Is this really going to be my new home?” You asked, your fingers rubbing the lace material on the end of your dress. He cocked his head to the side, looking at you with a confused expression. “Are you just now realizing this?” He rested his head against the frame, gazing at you. You scoffed at his response.
“I am in no mood for this. If you’re not going to say anything nice to me then leave. I don’t have time for ignorance. I would like to be alone so I can sleep.” You quickly sat on your bed as you stared at him. He looked at you as if you just spit in his food and he scoffed, his tongue poking at the inside of his cheek again.
“Listen princess, I don’t know how they treated you back home, and frankly, I don’t care. But this estate, this large area, is filled with mobsters. And not your flower picking, daddy loving, family like you have back home. These people have killed other people. Taken people from their families with no remorse. We don’t show mercy, and we don’t bitch about how crappy our lives are. We also, do not take any shit from snot-nosed brats who think they own shit because they’re marrying the next Don.” He snarled, and you were taken aback by his sudden aggressiveness.
Yoongi didn’t seem like the type to be this rude, but as you thought about it, he was a Min. And from the stories you heard, they were the worst of them all.
“If you want something, you get it. No one is going to do anything for you. So suck it up, and shut the fuck up. Goodnight.” He closed the door harder than you expected, the loud sound of the door slamming shut made you jump, your arms wrapping around yourself.
You couldn’t do anything. You just stared blankly at the door, as if Yoongi were still standing there. But he wasn’t. Snot-nosed brat? How dare he. You huffed loudly, peeling back the soft covers of your bed and you quickly took off your dress, leaving you in only your bra and underwear, and you crawled in. You covered your whole body with the large cover, the soft material laying perfectly on top of your skin. You quickly got comfortable enough to sleep, forgetting that you were indeed in a large home full of cold-blooded, murdering mobsters. And one was soon going to become your husband.
You did not get to sleep for long, since you woke up to a woman calling your name. You opened your eyes to see a woman with long brown hair staring down at you. “Mr. and Mrs. Min have asked for you to join the family for dinner.” She watched as you sleepily nodded as you sat up in the bed before quickly exiting your room.
You were exhausted. Mentally, physically, and emotionally. You also couldn’t get Yoongi’s words out of your head. “
We also, do not take any shit from snot-nosed brats who think they own shit because they’re marrying the next Don.” How utterly rude. You were not a snot-nosed brat,and you certainly did not think you owned anything in this large home. If anything you felt that they owned you.
You quickly slipped on a sweater and jeans, the inside of the mansion of the estate was a little too cold for your liking, but you weren’t going to say anything. You didn’t own anything in this house and the Min’s certainly don’t owe you anything. You will prove Yoongi wrong.
You stepped into the large dining hall, seeing the Min’s all sitting and drinking wine. They all looked at you, Mr. and Mrs. Min only glancing at you briefly before carrying on with their previous conversation. Yet, Yoongi was staring at you, his expression unreadable. You avoided his gaze, his words still replaying over and over in your mind. You sat far from him, your eyes looking down at the plate in front of you.
You didn’t feel hungry. You didn’t feel like sitting with this family that you knew nothing about. You just wanted to go home. You kept your hands in your lap, your head down to avoid the gaze Yoongi had on you. “Are you not hungry?” Mrs. Min asked, her voice soft as she glanced at you.
You looked at her, innocently shaking your head. “No, I’m not.” She nodded before clearing her throat. “Well then, since we’re all here, I thought we’d discuss the future.” She began. “You and Yoongi will be getting married, and since this is my son’s wedding, I decided to be the wedding planner.” She smiled.
“You mean you just want to control everything and give me no say in what I do and do not want to do?” Yoongi interrupted, his eyes on his food as he used to fork to roll the peas around his plate slowly. “As a matter of fact, yes.” Mrs. Min clapped as she smiled wide. That earned a scoff from Yoongi, who rolled his eyes at his mother’s blunt answer.
“So i’m thinking first…what day?” She put a finger to her chin, thinking to herself. “Let’s just do it tomorrow.” Yoongi’s voice made your head shoot upward, looking at Yoongi who was just staring at you with the same unreadable expression. “I-I don’t think I’m ready for that.” You shook your head.
“I agree. Plus, I want to plan this wedding to be the most beautiful and I need time to get everything together. How about..in a month?” Mrs. Min looked at the both of you, an eyebrow raised.
You said nothing, not wanting to be against anything she says. A month is also too soon for you, but your fear of Mr. and Mrs. Min was too strong to protest. You couldn’t forget what Yoongi said. His family was cruel, and didn’t care if you had a family. Your life could end if they wanted it to, and you had no say or chance to beg for mercy. You simply nodded, Mrs. Min’s expression changing fully to a cheerful one.
“Oh, this is exciting!” Mrs. Min said, instantly taking out her phone. “I’m going to make some phone calls.” She stood from the table and quickly disappeared down the hall. This change of character took you by surprise. Mr. Min only nodded in your direction, also following suit and following his wife down the hall.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen her smile until today.” You mumbled, your eyes back down at your plate. You still didn’t want to see him. “I’m surprised you agreed to a month. Are you sure you’re ready for that?” Yoongi’s voice felt closer than you expected, but when you looked up, he was still in the same seat.
It was like he was always near, his voice only inches from your ear. You could still feel your skin burning from the kiss he pressed against your neck earlier. “I wasn’t going to say no to her.” You admitted that you were afraid. There was no reason to deny it. The only thing you refused to admit is that you were also scared of the man in front of you.
You weren’t scared that he’d hurt you. In fact, you knew he wouldn’t. You were terrified of what he does to you. Your mind is still yours but your body was completely under his touch. A single finger.
Yoongi said nothing to your words, nodding slowly before rising from his seat. “I’m going to bed.” His words sounded meaningless and you didn’t meet his eyes as he stood there briefly before you heard the heel of his shoes as he walked past you and through the other hall.
He is in the same hall as you. As if that we’re a surprise, of course it was the same hall. You waited until you felt that he was no longer close and you stood from the table, looking at your plate full of food that you didn’t touch. You had no appetite. Not here.
You slowly walked down the hall towards your room, glancing at all the paintings and small things on display that lined the walls. You were amazed how they could own so many things. It looked like they had expensive objects from all around the world.
You eventually made it to your door, your hand touching the cold handle of your door and opening it. A presence. Even though your room was pitch black, you still felt a presence. You reached out to feel the wall until your fingers touched the light switch and you switched it on, only to see that Yoongi was now in arms reach of you and he quickly pulled you inside, your door slamming shut from the sudden force.
He pushed you against the wall, his hands inches away from your face as he had you locked in place by his hold on the wall. You were trapped. And you could only stare at him with wide eyes as his shot straight into yours. He said nothing, his eyes now looking all over your face, his last spot on your lips.
Your breath halted as he leaned closer, your body shaking lightly. You quickly turned your head. No. You didn’t want this. But the fire burning in your stomach almost made you think something different. He leaned in closer, his lips close enough to your neck that his warm breath made your body shiver, your back slightly arching involuntarily.
What is he doing to you? You felt your heart start to pound out of your chest as his lips slowly grazed your skin and you made a small noise, making him hesitate before slowly pulling away. You looked back at him, confusion clear on your face.
“Stop looking so sad. You’re ruining the mood around here.” He didn’t release you from your station against the wall, his eyes still staring at your lips but were quick to snap back up to your eyes, locking you in place. “Look at me more. It pisses me off when you don’t.” He still didn’t move.
“Eat when food is given to you. I don’t need you passing out all over the place or getting sick and burdening everyone around you just because you’re sad.” His words were soft yet demanding, and all you could do was stare at him as he spoke. “You’re entitled to your own opinion, just don’t piss everybody off.”
He started to lean forwards a little and you quickly turned your head, your eyes shutting. You heard him sigh before feeling his hand grab your chin to turn your face forwards. Your eyes opened to see his stare, his eyes wandering as if he was searching for something. “I won’t hurt you. I will never hurt you. I will never force anything upon you. I’ll always wait until you’re ready.” His hand let go of your face, his arms falling back down to his sides and freeing you from his capture.
You quickly moved from the wall, moving so you were farther from him. He looked at you and you could’ve sworn you saw a look of hurt but if it was there it quickly changed back to his normal carefree gaze.
“Please don’t play with me.” You blurted out those words before your body could stop you, and Yoongi only raised an eyebrow slightly. “I’ve never had a man this close to me. Never had a man touch my skin like you, or put their lips on my skin like you did. My heart doesn’t know what to do and my brain doesn’t know what to think. But I know you think it’s all a joke, to have me feel these things. Please do not play with my feelings. I am here against my own will. I had no choice to come here. I only did it for my father and my family. I am not spoiled, I can take care of myself. It’s only been a day, and i feel like I’ve been trapped for years.”
Your hands came up to wrap around your waist, hugging yourself. “I miss my father. I miss my home. But I have no choice but to be here and to marry you. This is not what I wanted. I want to have my own choices. So I’m choosing to say not to play with my heart, Min Yoongi. I’m not like other girls who may fall at your feet. My family may not be as cruel, but we are mobsters. I was raised to be strong, and to be a leader. I will not be toyed with.”
You hadn’t realized you had been staring at the floor until you looked up to see Yoongi’s eyes, his expression once again unreadable. That just made you frustrated. You wanted to know what he was thinking, and to see him look at you with no emotion made you want to scream. You turned around, not wanting him to see how frustrated he makes you.
“Who is toying with who? That’s what you should be asking yourself.” His words were cold, your head turning quickly to see him already leaving you room, shutting your door behind him. You stood there, astonished. Who’s toying with who? What the hell does that even mean? You were not toying with him, in fact, all you have done is stay silent, and you’ve even taken his insults without saying anything back to defend yourself. All you have done is stay small, surrounded by people who’s status towered over you.
These thoughts ran through your mind all night until you eventually fell asleep, the events of today leaving you extremely exhausted.
Black. That seemed to be the only thing you saw when you dreamed. There really was no explanation for it, nor could anything or anyone help you understand the meaning. That’s just the way your mind worked. Not that you’d complain, since the dreams you’ve heard from other people seemed bothersome.
Sometimes you were glad you couldn’t dream, but sometimes all you wanted was some color. A flash of greens, some reds, or maybe some yellows. But it was the most troublesome when you’d see flashes of yellow and think maybe this was the start of a dream, but would be rudely awakened by the reality that these flashes of lights were not illustrations of your subconscious. Instead they were the flashes of sunlight entering your room as your uncle opened your window blinds, letting the sunlight seep into your room and cast over your eyes, blinding you as you awakened.
You opened your eyes, the sun shining straight on you and you held your hand above your eyes to give you shade to look at the figure opening your window blinds. “Uncle?” You sat up and narrowed your eyes to see clearer and you saw that it was not your uncle. Instead, it was Min Yoongi, who was staring at you with a raised eyebrow at what you slept in. You looked down to see that you stripped down to just your bra and underwear again, your black laced bra on clear display in front of the man.
Your face became red hot as you quickly pulled the blankets over your chest, covering yourself. He could only chuckle, the deep laugh and small smile on his face only made you more embarrassed. “Well, good morning to you too.” He teased, and you pouted, looking away from him.
“Please forget that you saw anything.” You looked back at him. “I’ll try. I just can’t stop thinking about the question if your panties match.” He sneered. Your mouth opened wide in surprise. “Pervert.” You folded your arms over your chest, securing the blanket there. “Only for you, princess.”
You willfully ignored the nickname he gave you and huffed loudly. “Did you come in here to invade my privacy or was there an actual reason?” You glared at him. He said nothing at first, instead just leaning next to the window and crossing his arms. “Well, I was going to tell you that my friends are coming over to play pool, and I want you to be there so you can meet all of them. But seeing how you’re barely dressed in front of me, now makes me want to stay here to see how far this will go.”
You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “You’re so cocky. Who said you were going to get anything from me?” You were obviously annoyed, and that only entertained Yoongi more.
“Well, I am your future husband. To be more specific, your fiance. That puts me on a pretty high pedestal, and it’s a shame that I’m almost close to marrying my fiance and I haven’t even had the pleasure to kiss her.” He was playing with you again.
You narrowed your eyes, your blush returning back on your face. “I’ll meet your friends, but you’ll have to kill me first before I’ll ever let you kiss me.” You snarled, watching as he chuckled again, the sound only infuriating you more. “Don’t tempt me.” He headed towards your door, glancing at you as he took hold of your doorknob. “They’ll be here in an hour.” He closed your door, leaving you alone once again.
You took a long, much needed shower after the day that passed, enjoying the hot water falling onto your skin like bullets. You had your hands through your hair, washing the shampoo from your long locks. Your mind always wanders while showering, and you started to think about your family back home. You wished you could talk to your father, or hear his voice, but all you had to keep him in your mind was a jacket that still smelled of him.
You got out the shower, wiping the fog from the mirror so you could look at yourself, wrapping yourself in a towel and grabbing another towel to dry your hair. You walked out the bathroom, going straight to your suitcase and pulling out a matching red set of lace underwear and a bra. You suddenly remembered what happened earlier with Yoongi and your face became red again as you hurriedly put them on, feeling embarrassed that you had exposed yourself like that.
You own plenty pajamas, but the day was so long and tiring that you simply stripped and went to bed. A mistake that won’t happen again. You opened another suitcase, taking out the dresses that were inside so they wouldn’t wrinkle. You looked at all of them, deciding to put on an olive green summer dress, the end of it adorned with white lace.
You looked at yourself in the mirror, your hair now dry and you decided to put it over one shoulder, your long hair draping over your shoulder and chest. You looked on your nightstand, seeing your mother’s charm bracelet and you quickly put it on, lightly feeling the sun charm dangling from it and smiling.
No matter how much you missed your mother, your memory of her was still strong, and you were happy that you still had her close to your heart.
It took you a few to figure out where the pool room was, but you were quick to find it when you heard Yoongi’s voice along with other men outside the door. You knocked before slowly opening the door, looking to see Yoongi along with six other men staring straight at you. You stood awkwardly, closing the door behind you softly.
“Guys, this is (Y/N). My fiance.” That word still made your heart pound and you looked at Yoongi as he looked back at you with a smirk. “Wow, she’s even more beautiful than you described.” One of them said, his lips forming a smile and you spotting dimples that appeared on each side. “I’m Namjoon.” He said, reaching out his hand which you took respectively.
After meeting all of them, you had a general idea of who they were and their personalities. Kim Namjoon, is really smart and kind, yet he tends to break a lot of things. You overhear the others calling him the ‘God of Destruction’ which you later fully understood.
Kim Seokjin, who you were later told to call Jin, is the oldest in the group of friends, yet he acts like a child. He likes to tell really horrible jokes, though Yoongi’s friend, Jimin, was always the only one to laugh. Park Jimin is very nice and is almost the same height as Yoongi, but he is a lot more playful that him. He likes to tease the others, and he always laughed at jokes, no matter how terrible they were.
Jung Hoseok is so funny that you had to hold your stomach sometimes from laughing so hard. He always had the best responses, and he sometimes did random things to make everyone laugh. You knew immediately that everyone loved him.
Kim Taehyung is not from this world. That’s really all you can say. He’s a sweetheart and also just as random as Hoseok, but he did things that only made you question his state of mind. But you knew immediately that he’d be a friend that you would be close to.
Jung Jungkook is the youngest, so everyone treats him like so, but he is also the most muscular of the group of friends. Jin always tells him to calm down and to relax his muscles as a joke, and he would always just smile, his teeth reminding you of a bunny. You had to admit that he was adorable, yet his muscles told you otherwise.
You sat among them, watching as Namjoon and Jungkook played pool while the rest of them sat on the couches around you and drank beer. Yoongi held one out to you but you quickly shook your head. “I’m underage, plus, I don’t like the taste of beer.” Yoongi raised an eyebrow. You never told him your age.
“Really? How old are you, (Y/N)?” Taehyung asked, looking at you curiously. “E-Eighteen…” You looked at Yoongi, who looked at you with wide eyes. “Woah, Yoongi! You’re marrying a young one. What’s the year gap there?” Namjoon looked at the both of you in surprise. “Like, six years?”
You looked at Yoongi in amazement. “You’re 24?” Yoongi only stared at you, the same amazed expression on his face.
It was late at night when the boys finally left, leaving you and Yoongi alone in silence. He didn’t speak to you once after finding out how old you were, and you looked at him slightly annoyed as he walked away from you to head towards his room.
“Min Yoongi!” You watched as he stopped and turned to look at you. “You didn’t speak to me for hours.” He looked away, his tongue poking his cheek again as he gave you an annoyed glare. “Why didn’t you tell me how old you were. You’re practically a child.” He watched as you walked over to him, close enough to where you don’t have to shout.
“I am not a child.” Your simple words made him scoff and you crossed your arms, returning the annoyed glare. “I’m not a child. I am mature enough to handle my own decisions and situations, and I know right from wrong. I am an adult, and you will treat me as one. So don’t ignore me like that, and do not insult me by calling me a child. I will not be belittled by yo-” Your words were cut short by Yoongi’s hands reaching out and grabbing you, pushing you against the wall hard as his lips crashed into yours. One of his hands held you in place by the back of your neck while the other held you in place against him by your waist.
Your skin was on fire. His hands felt like hot pans as he burned your skin from the inside.
Your eyes were wide open, staring at him as he kissed you hard, the feeling a little painful but his lips were so soft. Your eyes closed slowly, feeling his lips move on top of yours and you couldn’t help yourself from kissing him back, causing a low groan to leave his lips.
What are you doing? This is wrong. This is wrong.
But you couldn’t stop. You kissed him back, immediately letting him take dominance in the kiss as he held you close to him. Your hands went up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer against your lips.
It was as if you were trying to engulf one another. As if no matter how close you were, you wanted to be closer. You wanted to feel his hot skin against yours. You wanted to feel his fingers gently sliding against your body, keeping you in place against his. You felt his tongue swipe against your bottom lip and you quickly felt his tongue slid into your mouth, his tongue sliding against yours, eliciting a moan from your throat.
His tongue pulled away and he gently bit down on your bottom lip, drawing back slightly before letting go and moving down to your exposed neck, hungrily leaving wet kisses and marks on every place he could. You bit your lip, your eyes closing as he sucked on one part of your neck that made you moan out loud, the sensitive area making your legs shake and Yoongi’s grip on your waist tightened as if he was holding you up to keep you from falling.
His lips returned back to yours, your kisses almost sloppy as you felt his hands go under your thighs only to lift you up against the wall, your legs wrapping tightly around his hips as you felt him pin you harder against the wall. You felt his tongue return back into your mouth, your tongues sliding as you hungrily kissed each other. You felt him grind hard against you, the fact that you were only wearing a dress made you shiver, feeling him over the thin material of your underwear. Your mind which was in a haze finally snapped back into reality of what was happening.
This is wrong. This is wrong. You need to stop this.
You pulled away quickly. Yoongi was quick to look up at you, his clouded eyes almost searching for the reason that you pulled away from him. “Yoongi…” Your words almost came out as a whisper. He looked at you a second more before realizing what was happening and was quick to carefully set you down.
You smoothed out your dress as Yoongi took a few steps away from you, running his hands through his hair. “Fuck…” You heard his frustration and you looked up at him to see him leaning against the wall on the opposite side of you.
“You don’t know what you’re doing to me, Princess.” He said, your skin growing goosebumps at how he looked at you.
“I don’t know what you mean. I’ve done nothing to you, accept argue with you over everything.” Your hand ran through your hair, which was slightly tangled from him grabbing at you. He shook his head, his eyebrows furrowing. “You don’t understand, do you?” He looked at you, studying your expression before tchiping and walking past you.
“Forget about it. Goodnight.”
You watched him disappear down the hallway and you fell back against the wall, your hand going to your heart to calm down the fast and heavy beating in your chest. You had no idea what he meant by the fact that you were doing something to him.
You only stood there, still feeling your lips swollen from the harsh kisses and your neck felt tender from the marks he left. Your fingers lightly touched your lips, the feeling of his lips on yours and the taste of him on your tongue still lingered and made you feel like your brain was going to melt.
What did you do to him? What does he mean?
I apologize deeply for posting this chapter so late. I just felt that I was in a rush to finish and I honestly feel like if I rush, it’ll be a crappy chapter so I took some time so it’ll at least not suck as much as I kinda feel that it does.
Just a reminder that even though I’ve written plenty of fanfics, this doesn’t make me an experienced writer. I don’t think I do very well, but I believe that if it’s something I love to do, I’ll keep doing it.
But if you guys really like it, then that also helps too, haha!
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Thank you to everyone who has been so kind and commenting on chapter 1 and liking and reblogging it, and those of you who followed me, thank you so so so much! I am very happy to see such positive responses from everyone.
I hope this chapter satisfies you, and I’ll try my hardest to make the third chapter ten times better than this one.
This is a growing experience, and I’m so glad that I get to do this with you.
If you can, and if you have worked hard enough to get to this point, then live the damn life you want. Trust none; but know the ones that can be, by their fruits, not by their words or by their blood. Consider every experience a fucking rung in your ladder. You are an old spirit. And you’ve known this for a long, long time. Your voice matters; there really is no one like you. And here’s a plan that might work: LIVE until you die.
Okay, I feel the need to say this. As a fan of Jamie and Cersei and someone who loves house Lannister, I am so annoyed at all the Dany hate. I’m not even a fan of her, I do find her annoying at times but listen, she was not wrong to burn the lannister soldiers.
Now, they are in the middle of a war, of course Daenerys is going to be killing people, that’s what war is, it’s not a pretty sight. I mean, think of any battle in this series, people die, there’s no way around it. Whether she’s burning them or killing the with arrows and swords, there’s not way for her to win without slaughter, Cersei is not going down easily. Daenerys is trying her best, she listened to Jon and Tyrion, she didn’t burn down King’s Landing, but’s she’s fighting a war and she is loosing. She had to do something so attacking a smaller group of soldiers was meant to scare them, show them what she can do. Keep that in mind.
Why was nobody crying over lannister soldiers during the battle in the Whispering Wood? You remember? When Robb Stark killed a bunch of lannister men during a war? Where was everybody hating on Robb then? I mean, he was doing the same damn thing just without fire.
What about the battle of the Blackwater Bay? Did you hate on Tyrion then? I mean, he was also doing the same thing but I’m pretty sure y’all were praising him. I mean, going by you’re logic, Jon should be getting hate too, how many men has he killed in battle? What about all those poor bolton soldiers that died in the batle of the bastards?
Also, at the people hating on her for using her dragons in a battle because it’s unfair: she’s fighting a fucking war, what do you expect her to do? When you’re fighting people, you show them what you’ve got, you give them you’re best. As for burning down the food and resources, there was no way around that. They were not going to hand it over to her just like that, what did you want her to do? Go in the middle of the battle field and just push a couple of wagons to safety? Dany did what she had to do. She’s been listening to Tyrion, hiding behind on Dragonstone and look where that go her. She’s lost most of her allies because she’s not taking risks whilst Cersei is. Okay, there was no way she could’ve known about Euron showing up at Casterly Rock but my point still stands, that whilst Dany is sitting there doing nothing (because that’s what she’s being told to do) Cersei is over here making allies and winning battles.
I love Cersei, she’s one of the favourites. She’s also one of the most interesting and complex characters, plus Lena is an amazing actress, but calling Dany the ‘mad queen’ for buring soldiers in a battle, whilst Cersei did the exact same thing only it was for pure revenge.. like what? How can you justify one and spit all over the other?
At this this point, Dany will get hate no matter what, and I hate that. I mean, she sits at Dragonstone and does nothing: she’s boring as fuck; she goes into battle and wins: she’s the mad queen. What do you want her to do? Go into a battle and loose? That’s not how war works people.
Oh and for the people saying that Dany is nothing without her dragons: The dragons are not something she randomly came across, they are a part of her, they are her children, it’s like saying what is Bran without being the three eyed raven. It’s not something he did because he was bored like tf
I guess to summarize, I love house Lanniser, I would die for Cersei and Jaime because they are two of my favourite charcters, but all this hate on Daenerys is competely pointless.
Man, Attack On Titan’s character and thematic writing really is underrated.
I see almost nothing picking the characters apart (outside my bubble of Tumblr, at least), when to me it’s the most interesting part of the story.
I don’t think the horror would work if the characters didn’t have these human reactions. If everyone were a badass like Levi you wouldn’t believe in their threat. It’s really the tragedy element of a character’s human flaws and desires getting the best of them.
Eren’s mother’s death is so effective because she is so human. Because she isn’t a infallible source of hope. She’s just another human being who breaks when her family is taken away. If that weren’t there, I don’t think the scene would be nearly as powerful.
Imagine if Gelgar didn’t really have the drinking problem?
If the Levi squad never admitted their mistake?
If Ymir had no motivation of living for herself or Historia her predicament of having given a false name?
If Mikasa didn’t have everyone she loves constantly taken away?
If Eren and Armin didn’t have their shared dream of freedom or putting an end and giving a meaning to all the deaths that happen?
The characters all have human desires, but within a cruel and unfeeling world.
The world is unfair and our characters fight so it no longer would be unfair, this is why I think I care, at least.
Would you really care if these characters weren’t shown to be feeling these things? It’s not that the Titans are this overwhelming threat that makes this story effective, it’s that they turn a blind eye to feelings. The Titans could be no matter what size or shape, but their threat wouldn’t be real if it didn’t mean anything to the characters and thus the audience. We hate the Titans because they make the world unfair and cold (just as we hate Marley because they make the world unfair and cold).
The idea that rational badass who does nothing wrong = good character is such an annoying thing for AoT for this reason and would absolutely ruin the series.
Long story short, Batman didn’t let me and Joker escape that easily every time. We had been messing with good old Batsy tonight but somewhere during that fun we crossed the line. The car chase part was all fun and games but it came to an end when we kinda crashed into a warehouse. Both cars went through the walls like a knife into hot butter. Now we were here and a real fight was on.
Joker got out of the car and so did I. The warehouse smelled bad like rotten wood and fish but it wasn’t in the middle of the city. We could blow up stuff! Well technically we could do that in the middle of the city too. Oh well.
‘’Come out Batsy! I can count to three!’’ I yelled at him while holding my beloved gun. You see we checked his car and it seemed empty. We couldn’t open it but I doubted he was in it. So Batsy had to be behind one of these boxes. ‘’Are you scared of my Y/N?’’ Joker laughed darkly. I smirked and narrowed my eyes. Suddenly I heard footsteps and I turned to my left. Through flames and broken stuff I saw Batsy coming. He looked rather calm but I could tell he was angry.
‘’Gotcha!’’ I chirped and aimed my gun at him. I felt happy and excited now. ‘’We both know you won’t pull the trigger on me Y/N’’ Batman told me seriously. What the heck? I gave him a stern look and I pouted my lips. That’s when Joker walked closer to us. Batman didn’t seem worried although he had two guns pointed to him. ‘’What do you mean Batsy? Don’t be so full of yourself. I don’t love you if that’s what you think’’ I spat and wanted to show him my tongue. It made Joker giggle.
‘’I can’t blame you. You don’t even know what true love is’’ Batman told me rudely. My eyes widened this time. How could he? ‘’Hell yeah I do Bat. If you look right next to me you can see a very real man who I love and he loves me’’ I defended myself. Joker put his hand on my shoulder and I smiled. I loved him and he loved me.
‘’Really? What exactly do you call love? He just hurts people for fun’’ Batman growled. I saw that his hands were empty which surprised me. Usually by now Batsy would have made an attack. ‘’Shut up Batman. This cat and mouse was fun tonight but I think you should already go and hang yourself. I mean, if that’s how you sleep since you’re a bat’’ Joker started to get angry. Why was he taking this so seriously?
Batman’s face looked sterner than usually. Was he actually trying to win this fight with words? With a mixture of the freaking alphabet? Ha! ‘’ Am I upsetting you Joker? Can’t you handle it if she finds out the truth about you?’’ Batman spoke furiously. Their behaviour was so different tonight. I didn’t know whether it was this dark stinky warehouse or their behaviour that made my head ache. What the hell was happening?
‘’She knows the real me. What are you trying to do anyway? Why haven’t you hit me already?’’ Joker snickered and moved away from me. I watched how he got closer to Batman. Oh boy. ‘’I’m trying to make her realize what kind of a fool you are. Y/N was a perfectly fine and sane woman before you fucked her up. She, unlike you, still has a chance to live a good life’’ Batman explained angrily and to be honest it was quite a shocker - even for me.
The next thing that happened was a bit of a surprise.Batgirl appeared out of nowhere and attacked Joker. The two of them fell down onto the ground and started fighting. ‘’Hey!’’ I screamed and hurried to Joker. He would be just fine but I think that the start of the fight was unfair. J punched the red head just as I was going to drag her off of him. Of course I couldn’t do that. Batman grabbed me by my waist and dragged me away from the scene. I dug my nails into his arms but it was useless because of his damn suit.
‘’Let me go!’’ I hissed and then I hit his face with my elbow. He grunted but it didn’t make him let go. Once we were behind a box, he pressed me against it. I didn’t know when but he had sneakily managed to handcuff me. ‘’You big bag of shit let me go’’ I spat into his face. It was so close. ‘’No Y/N you’re going to listen to me’’ He demanded darkly. Something about his behaviour made me a little scared. Batman wasn’t like this. Had he hit his head or something?
‘’Well if you expect me to trust you then you should trust me and I feel untrusted with these damn cuffs’’ I sighed tiredly. This night was a bummer! Why couldn’t we just drive around Gotham and maybe have an epic fight scene on the road and escape like smoke into air? ‘’That’s not the point’’ Batman argued with me. I rolled my eyes and decided to listen. If he got too freaky I’d attack him.
One thing was for sure, I wasn’t going to Arkham.
‘’If you don’t listen to me now Y/N, there will come a day when you’re screaming for help because he’s going to hurt you real bad’’ Batman warned me without even stuttering. It made him sound very sure of himself. Before I could answer, I heard a scream of pain. ‘’That will be you one day’’ He spat and then ran off. He had to save Batgirl. I followed Batman and stopped at a safe distance. Joker and Batgirl sure had a good fight. I saw blood on the ground and on my J.
Joker walked to me calmly with a smile on his face. He had blood splatters on his skin and I had a strong feeling that they weren’t his. Batgirl had left marks on him ,sure, but she had a knife in her thigh. Batman picked her up and hurried to the Bat mobile. Joker wanted to chase them a little more, but I grabbed his coat.
‘’Not today Puddin, please. I’m worn out’’ I pouted and gave him my big glossy eyes. He sighed and stopped. ‘’Fine dear but next time I want to fight him too’’ He made a deal with me. I just nodded with a fake smile. Don’t get me wrong, I loved Joker. But Batman messed with my mind.
What if he was telling me the truth? Could the man I loved and the man who loved me hurt me like that? Okay J could hurt me a little bit but it wasn’t anything serious. Also most of the time it was in bed. He was bad to me rarely but if he was, it was my fault.
‘’Let’s go. It seems like Batsy gave you something stupid to think about’’ J though out loud with mystery in his voice. ‘’Oh don’t worry J, it was just rubbish’’ I reassured him. Just rubbish..
(Okay although this was Leto!Joker, I got inspiration from the Batman animated series. I just watched so many episodes because of the nostalgia.)
Summary: Insoo has lived her life as boy
since the age of 7 when she was forced to join the Blood Army under her
brother’s name with the help of a young alpha. Being a female omega in a army
full of alpha isn’t easy especially when none of them can know what she is. On a mission with her new pack she finds her
mate, who just happens to be part of the most feared pack in Asia. But it isn’t
as romantic as she thought it would be. Especially when she finds out he isn’t her only mate.
We’ve all done bad things in our
life, some worse then others but still, there is always something. To say that
I’ve done something bad doesn’t my sins justice. I would like to say that I
didn’t have a choice in it, but there is always a choice. I stare at the scene
in front of me, young boy in tears, sword in hand. He’s making his choice right
now with his parents on their knees in front of him. His mother is bawling
while the father tries to stay strong and convince his son to save himself. I
watch without much sympathy for the boy or his parents. Their deaths are
inevitable but this way at least their son will live on.
“Please,” The mother begs me.
“There must be another way.”
I shake my head, my poker face
strong as stone, “There is no other option other than for the two I have
offered you. I’m getting impatience with this though, I will give you one
minute to decide before I decide for you.” I know this isn’t easy but if I
don’t return to the village center soon I will receive a punishment and I don’t
feel like being beaten tonight.
The mother continues to cry,
glaring at me with disgust on her face, “How can you be so cruel? He is only a
“We were all children when we made
this decision. None of us wanted this but in this world it is kill or be
killed. Now choose.” I spit. I have no patient for people who think we would
want this life. I wanted to be a normal child, to grow up with my parents and
my brothers. I did not want to have to choose between slaughtering my parents
and saving myself or dying along with them. But here I am, years later forcing
others to do the same to avoid punishment.
I’m brought out of my thoughts by
the sound of someone screaming. Blood splatters on the floor followed by the
now silent mother. The father roars at the death of his mate but that is short
lived before the boy does the same to his father. Suddenly it’s silent. The
young boy, probably about 8 or 9 the same age as me when the same happened to
me, is crumbled on the ground crying. He discards the sword and curls tighter
I sigh, “I know that was hard but
this isn’t over yet. We have to go now before we both get into trouble. Lets
go,” I grab his arm but he shakes me off before glaring up at me.
“Don’t touch me!” He screams. “How
can you be so calm when people just died in front of you? Doesn’t that effect
“No kid, it doesn’t. You are not
the first person who I watched do this. I’ve seen thousands of people
slaughtered, I got used to it. You will too, and before you get hostile with me
I want you to know I am one of the nicer people in this army. If you are going
to be a part of it you are not going to want to be alone so accept my kindness
before I change my mind.”
“You call this kindness?”
“I’m offering you some place to
belong in the new world you just signed up for. Those wolves out there will eat
you alive out there now stop being a bitch, get up off your ass, and follow
me.” I turn on my heel to leave when suddenly there is an explosion. I’m blown
back on to my ass on top of the kid. Without hesitation I grab his wrist and
quickly scramble to the far wall of the small cabin. The wall across from us is
gone, leaving chard wood and a scattered body parts outside.
They’re using the bombs? What the
hell is going on? With a firm grip on the boy I quickly drag him along out of
the cabin into a surprising battle field. Another bomb is thrown causing more
debris to fly. Gun shot echoes through the village as we run through in search
of my closest friend.
“Jin hyung!” I yell when I finally
find him with the others gathered together behind a cabin. I can see the relief
on the older man’s face when he sees me. He accepts me in his arms and kisses
the top of my head, surprising me. Jin and I are close but he rarely shows me
physical affection when we are on a mission.
“What is going on? Are Jaebum’s
people throwing bombs? I thought this village was good spot to find strong
alphas. Why are we bombing?” I wonder when he releases me.
“We aren’t alone. The Black
Dragon’s are here. They started attacking the other team while we were trying
to recruit. I lost my two in the blast and so did the others. I see that you
got one,” Jin explains as he eyes the young pup up who bashfully hides behind
me the best he can. His hands are clutching mine as if I’m grounding him. “I
don’t know if he’ll be able to make it back with us. We are going to scatter in
about five minutes.”
“I take responsibility for him,
Jin’s eyes narrow on me, “Insoo,”
he starts in his fatherly voice that is quickly cut off by the sound of another
bomb and a familiar voice calling out.
That one word turns me on
autopilot. Jin gives me one last look before turning and running in another
direction while the others do the same. The boy and I are the last to move,
heading to the south end of the village where we began. He is breathing heavy
already when we reach the edge of the village, he stops in his tracks, pulling
me back like an anchor but we can’t stop, not yet.
“A mile.” I tell him.
“What?” He groans threw his heavy
“We need to be at least a mile a
way before we can stop.”
“But I can’t run anymore,” He
I groan internally and for a moment
consider leaving him. I push that idea away before turning my back to him and
demand for him to climb on, “Do it quick.” He hesitantly climbs on to my back,
much lighter than he should be for a boy his age but I have no room to talk.
With him settled on my back I begin running through the forest. I can’t smell
anyone or hear anything following us, I think we are in the clear. Thank god. I
don’t have the strength to fight against a real alpha right now.
That relief is short lived when
suddenly I’m taken down by a massive black wolf. The boy flies off me and lands
in the bushes while I land on my back with the wolf on top of me, a growl
ripping threw his throat. The monster snaps at my face as he glares down at me.
Our eyes lock and for a moment, the world freezes.
Why is he doing this? Can’t he tell
it’s me? From the way he continues to snap at me I’m going with a no. Of course
he can’t Jin made sure that no one would be able to catch my scent by burying
it with his. But still I feel like my mate should know by just looking at me. I
stare up into blood red eyes and am frozen but not with fear, I just feel
overwhelmed. I’m seeing my mate, my one true love, but he can’t see past the
scent of alpha all over me to realize that. I want to reach up and just hug
him, to bury my face in his fur and inhale his delicious scent. Like fire wood
There is a gunshot, knocking the
massive wolf off me. My mate falls to his side, still growling but quickly
begins to move away. I want to call to him, to beg him to come back but when I
see Jin coming closer with a shot gun in his hand I want him to run.
“Hyung stop!” I demand as I quickly
Jin pulls me behind him without
lowering his weapon, “That’s the fucking leader of the Black Dragons and you
are telling me to lower my gun? What the hell is wrong with you?”
“The leader?” I mumble out.
“Run,” Jin commands, “run Insoo.
I’ll keep him distracted.”
“But,” I look to my make, hunched
and teeth bared.
“Fine, where is the kid?” I scan
the forest for the boy.
“Forget him!” Jin growls, “Get out
“I’m not leaving him!” I snap back
as I slip past Jin to look where the boy had disappeared to. “Kid,” I call.
“Hyung?” He mumbles softly from
behind a near by tree. I offer him my hand and pull him behind Jin along with
“I can’t believe you are taking
him,” Jin rolls his eyes and glances at me over his shoulder. Bad decision. My
mate jumps at us, taking Jin down and knocking the shot gun out of his hands.
The boy and I stumble back, my eyes are wide with panic when my mate bites
Jin’s shoulder, making the older yell out in pain. It’s an unfair fight with
Jin in his human form and it’s not allowed for us to transform without a higher
up’s permission. I quickly grab the shot gun and hold it up but realize soon
after how stupid it is of me.
I can’t do it, I can’t shoot my
mate. I least I thought I couldn’t. Jin screams once more and I prepare myself
to pull the trigger, “Get off him!” I command my mate. The wolf releases Jin
and glares up at me with those now terrifying red eyes. He takes a step toward
me, ready to pounce at me. My body reacts on it’s own when the wolf launches
itself at me. The sound of the gun going off registers before the fact that I
had just shot my mate does. It feels as if I had been shot myself when a
horrible pain spreads through my chest forcing me to my knees.
I stare at my mate who is lying on
his back trembling. I killed him. I killed my mate! I try to rush forward to
him but Jin grabs my hand and pulls me away, gripping his bleeding shoulder.
“We have to go!” Jin yells.
“But-“ I almost cry in relief at
the sight of my mate rolling on to his side to glare at us. At least he’s a
“The rest of his pack will be here
soon, we don’t have time!” With that Jin drags me through the forest with the
boy holding my other hand. He’s trembling. I force myself the push the thought
of my mate away to realize what I ‘ve just done. I endangered my pack. I almost
got Jin killed in my daze, what the hell is wrong with me?
We reach our meeting point two
miles away from the village, everyone is there waiting and jumps the their feet
at the sight of us. Jin is healed but his shirt is still bloody and shredded
from the bite. The others are quick to notice.
“What the hell happened?” Namjoon,
our alpha, questions at the sight of his second in command in such a mess.
“We were attacked,” Jin explains
shortly as he collapses to the ground in exhaustion.
“How the hell did that happen?”
“How the hell do you think?” Jin
snaps back giving the pup cowering behind me a glare. Everyone follows his
gaze. Poor thing. With all six alphas glaring down at him I know it can be
hard. As a young pup whose rank hasn’t be decided yet, that much dominance can
stress the body out. After being with these guys for years their dominance
doesn’t really do much to me anymore, I’ve had to pretend to be an alpha for a
long time, I had to learn how to hide my feelings. I stand strong against their
obvious distaste for the pup.
“If this is anyone’s fault it’s
mine,” I snap back.
“Soo-ya,” Hoseok sighs, “We know
you would never do anything to put Hyung in danger, don’t take the blame for
“It is my fault,” I repeat. “I
hesitated when the wolf attacked him.”
“Lets just drop it,” Jin growls,
silencing the group. “Lets head back to base.”
“We can’t,” Namjoon deadpans.
Everyone looks to him confused but
Jin is the one to question it, “What do you mean?”
“I got a message from Jaebum before
he was attacked, apparently the Black Dragons had stopped there first before
joining us in the village.”
My jaw drops, “So you’re saying
that everyone is gone?”
“Is it wrong that I want to cheer?”
We all share a look before letting
out a loud cheer. “They’re dead!” I cheer happily, “All those bastards are
“See you all in hell!” Taehyung
giggles gleefully as he does a little dance.
“Shouldn’t you be sad?” A small
voice wonders. I look over my shoulder to a trembling boy who now just looks
Jimin scoffs, “About what?”
“They were your pack.”
“They were our slave masters,”
Yoongi corrects with a disgusted look on his face.
“We are like you kid, we weren’t
here because we wanted to be, they just didn’t give us very good options. This
is my pack,” I explain gesturing to the guys in front of me. “They are my
“Speaking of that, what are we
going to do with the kid?” Jimin wonders.
The boy tenses but I try my best to
calm him, “Can’t we just keep him? He has no where to go, no family left,
“Seriously Soo?” Jimin scoffs, “Do
you think this kid can do anything for our pack?”
“I’m pretty sure I thought the same
thing about you when Hoseok hyung saved you. We all questioned Yoongi when he
saved Taehyung and I know Namjoon, Hoseok and Yoongi hyung all thought Jin was
insane when brought me back. Now look where we are.” I finish with a smug look
on my face and my hands on my hips.
Namjoon sighs, “I hate when he is
right. Fine Insoo, but you know the rules, he’s your responsibility now. That
can be a hard thing to deal with.”
“Tell me about it,” Jin clicks his
tongue as he rubs his shoulder.
I chuckle and walk over to do it
for him, “I know Hyung, you got a lot
more than you were hoping for.”
“We should probably do
introductions before we welcome him,” Jin sighs. “Hello, I’m Seokjin but you
call me Hyung. I’m basically your grandfather since my problem child has taken
you on as his own.”
Namjoon gives him a small smile,
“I’m the head alpha of this pack, Namjoon.”
“Yoongi,” Short and sweet.
“I’m Taehyung, nice to meet you,”
The silly boy greets.
Jimin just nods at him, “Jimin.”
I try to seem as warm as possible to stop the
boy from shaking. “And I, your lovely guardian, am Insoo. I respond to Hyung.
What is your name little wolf?”
“Well Jungkook, welcome to the
pack. You seem to bring trouble with you,” Jin mocks.
“If the Black Dragons is something
you drag along I will not hesitate to kill you,” Yoongi warns. “I have no
desire to fight with other alphas over stupid things.”
“Don’t mind him,” I half whisper,
Yoongi shakes his head, “You are
the exception to my cruelty Soo, don’t think others will be so special.”
“I know, I’m a very special case.”
“What do you mean?” The pup
I smirk, “Trust me, you’ll find
First chapter done! Sorry you only
get a glimpse of EXO but don’t worry they will come.
“So glad to play my part in this movement and to help raise awareness. A lot of people don’t know much about both movements (this too was me, until I educated myself). Some things need to be talked about, and the reason I talked about my experience on #unfairandlovely is because there are young impressionable girls and boys out there who may feel they are alone. It is so easy to base your self worth on how you look, particularly when you are younger and may not necessarily know any better - especially when most of the women/men you see in the media aren’t like you (when it comes to your skin shade, facial features, body shape etc) or your environment has conditioned you to think that way. I don’t want any more people to go through what I and many others have gone through. This movement - the photos and experiences - should hopefully show that: YOU ARE ENOUGH, WE are enough, you are NOT ALONE, and most importantly we are ALL BEAUTIFUL. Our uniqueness and everything that contributes to that is what makes us who we are. It is what makes us invaluable because there is no one else in this entire universe like you!” @sazoos