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Star of Fate [Vampire!VIXX]

Plot: The longer you stare into darkness, the more  you realize that something could be staring back. Even more so when that  darkness doesn’t want to be brought into the light and will do anything  to stay that way.

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: Series | Vampire!AU | Angst | Romance/Fluff | Smut

Pairings: OT6 VIXX x OC(s)

Warnings: Graphic Violence (bloody violence), Heavy Language, Angst, Slow Burn, Smut

Additional Warnings: Alcohol | Stranger Danger

Previous Chapters: Prologue, 2, 3

Links: FAQ || VIXX Masterlist || Admin L’s AO3 || Admin L’s WP || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 2044

AO3 | WP

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AN: Since I’ve been gone a while, I’m gonna try to post once a week with this!

Chapter 4- Hands Up

Don't stop, let's enjoy tonight And forget all the thoughts That come to mind

Laoise shook her head at the scene before her. One of her best friends had been sitting on the floor in just a large tee and underwear as she stubbornly tried to fix the mess she had made. She knew that with her being home so much now, it was going to drive her crazy without something productive to do. So she watched as Lucky spiraled into unfinished projects and hair pulling as she sent out mass emails about jobs. Eventually, the detective decided to put matters into her own hands. 

“Leonora Anita Grant. I want you to take a shower, do your hair and put on some clothes because I’m taking your ass out.”

She gaped up at the taller woman, paint all over her face as she tried for a rebuttal but Laoise wouldn’t have it. It was one thing to try and stay busy while playing the waiting game but another entirely when the whole thing stressed everyone out. 

“I don’t want to hear it. You get your lucky little ass in there or I’m going to throw you into the shower.”

“At least take me to a place where I can get a decent burger!” Lucky relented, laying out her terms of the outing. 

Laoise smiled, dark eyes twinkling as she thought of the perfect counteroffer. Lucky looked up at her with her light colored eyes wide and the most expressive pout on her face. She leaned over to whisper to the woman on the floor as if she was divulging some sort of secret that would get her killed.

“I’ve got one better, sug. There’s a street food vendor near the bar where I wanna take you and they have the best tacos.”

She’d never seen Lucky move that fast in the years that she’d known her. That thought did lead her to reminisce about how long they’d known each other. They met some time ago at a bookstore where she witnessed Lucky nearly kill herself by trying to get some of the top shelf books. When she stepped in to help, she realized what books she was trying to get. They chatted for quite a while about practicing magic and how it related to their world. Of course, she never quite told her why she was so interested in that subject--only that she had experience. 

From there, they got along fairly well. They both came from similar regions, missing their hometowns and even helping each other get settled in their places. Granted, they worked too damn much sometimes but they at least made time to get together every once in a while. Her job as a detective had definitely taken up the majority of her time while Lucky’s had just been demanding for fuck’s sake. However, they both needed the outing more than anyone and as a way to recharge, they were going to get drunk and get tacos. 

Laoise sat on the couch, listening to the shower as she waited. It wouldn’t take too long for her to get ready but it was long enough for her to pull out her phone and answer some late-night emails that were sent out. Mainly things that they needed to touch base on and leads that some of them had for different cases. Her own personal case was something of a challenge for a number of reasons. She was a woman and a person of color in the police force. Some of the gangs that had taken root in the city even laughed at her--until she knocked some out of them. She just wanted answers and those answers led her to that city.

Where she was fortunate to meet her best friend. 

“That must be an important piece of work.”

Laoise blinked and realized that Lucky was standing before her, dressed and ready to go. She had opted for something simple and stylish, braiding her hair back to create one lethal thick whip. When she did her hair like that, Laoise almost cringed as she remembered being hit with it by accident. Since then, she made strides to not have that happen again. She never really did pry into the reasoning why Lucky kept her hair so long but the longer their friendship went on, she found herself wondering more and more. 

“So, are we heading out or can I just get tacos?”

“Get out of the door, missy.” She pointed at the door, laughing along with her. 

The ride wasn’t too far, even on the hog that she owned. The hog was a Can Am Spyder F3, large and in charge just like her. The beast she had saved up for was well worth the price and she treated it just like her baby. Everyone at her precinct knew when she was there because the bike would just barely fit into the motorcycle parking but would be shocked at how quiet the motor was. Plus she also had a look for anyone who would try and rib her about the beast. She ran circles around the cops on cycles and there were no shortage of people who wanted to test her on that. Everyone turned to look at them both when they dismounted, hardly believing that two women just blazed right in there on a motorcycle. Laoise loved that feeling, the disbelief of a tall black woman getting off the bike. It stroked her ego just ever so slightly. 

The Tipsy Dog had some good reviews, even from her Sergent so she decided to give the place a try. She stalked up to the bar while Lucky found them a place to sit. The large building had a lot of seating but the majority of the people were moving around to the beat of the music. She moved around easily around the bodies to deliver the brightly colored drinks to her friend who had chosen to get out of the way of the people. 

Lucky gave her a confused look when she set the drink down in front of her. Laoise laughed at her and gestured for her to take the drink while she tipped her own up to her lips. The fruity flavor exploded in her mouth, washing out the taste of alcohol as it went down. They both laughed when they looked at each other a few sips in. They sat back and talked for the majority of their first drink, preferring to relax. The drinks started to flow and they grew more hyped up as the night went along. By the third drink of equally bright colors, they were starting to feel the buzz from the liquor. 

“Get tired of dancing, ladies?”

Both of their heads whipped up to see a couple of guys smiling at them. Laoise would have laughed along with them if it wasn’t for the fact that the hairs on the back of her neck were standing up. They had just sat down from a round of dancing and refreshments when the voice was heard. She could feel her buzz being killed with each syllable that was spoken.

Plus, there was something about them that she didn’t quite trust and she always trusted her instincts. 

“Yeah, it’s gettin’ kind of busy out there anyways.” She responded, hoping that they would just lose interest with her short response. 

However, their grins got even wider as Lucky piped up with her small talk as well. She frowned when they offered to get them more drinks, knowing that she didn’t trust anyone else with bringing her a drink in a crowded nightclub like that. There were too many variables in that situation and she wasn’t about to risk a doping incident--not when there were reports of people going missing in the city. 

“Sorry fellas, but we gotta get going. Early morning shift and all.” She announced, grabbing Lucky and hauling her away. When she looked back, however, she saw that the two guys were standing still where they had left them--the grin etched on their faces but their eyes oddly glowing in the light. Whether or not it was the lighting of the club, Laoise wasn’t having it that night. 

Plus she had promised Lucky tacos.

Leaving her motorcycle parked where it was, they headed down to the taco truck. Like she had said, it wasn’t far from where the club was located and it offered a great riverside view for everyone there. They talked animatedly as they stood in line, waiting for their turn to order a scandalous amount of food. Though the edge from meeting the two strangers had mostly worn off, Laoise couldn’t help but to think back at their eyes. She hoped, since moving there, she had left a part of that life behind her but now her suspicions were rising. Reminders of her own personal case started to make more sense the more she thought about it.

Laoise wasn’t quite sure, but going to the club that night seemed more like providence than anything. Even if it was to relax and unwind from all the crap that had been going on. Or possibly, she was still unnerved by what happened. 

“So, you got any positions there at the Station? I’m a hard worker and awesome at clerical or administrative duties.” Lucky grinned at her once they sat down at one of the tables that had been set up for the evening. 

Laoise pursed her lips and didn’t respond to her, making her friend laugh. If only she could hire her to do all that paperwork that she was constantly saddled with.

The wind started to pick up a bit, blowing over the river that they sat next to as it created a semblance of calm. The twinkling lights from the city and the stars reflected all around them;  people passing by were growing fewer and fewer. They sat there, eating and talking until the taco truck’s lights went out. It was a signal that they were closing up shop for the night. Laoise was sober by that time while Lucky still had a couple more hours to go.

“You know, I think I did have some fun tonight.” Lucky commented as they walked back to Laoise’s motorcycle. 

“Well good. That was the point of the night.” She looked down at Lucky who had her hands on her head as she walked. 

The beast in question was in view and it gave Laoise a moment of relief seeing it. She always worried about someone stealing it but not enough to where she couldn’t track them down. She was, after all, a detective at a precinct. 

“You know what would be more exciting?” She gave Lucky the side eye as they approached the bike, knowing that her friend was about to say something off the wall. “If a handsome man came swooping in and was like I’m here to save you.”

“The fuck? Are we in danger?” Laoise laughed as they reached the bike, bending over to pull out a helmet for Lucky. “I don’t have to flash my badge to scare anyone because I am a 6’1” black woman. Who is going to mess with us?”

“Well…only us, I suppose,” came a voice from behind them. 

Both girls turned around to see the two strangers from earlier, eyes still glowing despite the lack of fluorescent lights around them. Laoise immediately walked in front of Lucky and stared them down but before she could say anything, they spoke again. 

“Yes, we know what business you are in and that doesn’t affect us at all. We have a different set of rules than someone of your caliber, Witch.”

“Lucky, run as far and fast as you can and call my station.” 

She started to protest but saw that Laoise was taking off some of the bandages on her hands. The tone in her voice brooked no argument, a stark contrast to earlier. She wasn’t playing any games and knew how she was going to deal with them while Lucky got away. All she heard was the sharp huff and the sound of her friend running away. She grinned at the pair, drawing herself up to her full height. 

“Now that she’s out of the way, how about we have some real fun, boys?”

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Love? That has no meaning to me when you were born to kill. Everything I touch, withers away and dies. You will be no exception.

You guys haven’t killed me yet.

That’s because you still have a use and once that done? You will be thrown away like so many before you and.....others I know.

Fandom: VIXX/ Vampire the Masquerade

Fandom work: “Star of Fate” by Admin L of thebiasrekkers

Star of Fate [Vampire!VIXX]

Plot: The longer you stare into darkness, the more you realize that something could be staring back. Even more so when that darkness doesn’t want to be brought into the light and will do anything to stay that way.

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: Series | Vampire!AU | Angst | Romance/Fluff | Smut

Pairings: OT6 VIXX x OC(s)

Warnings: Graphic Violence (bloody violence), Heavy Language, Angst, Slow Burn, Smut

Additional Warnings: Office Microaggressions | Bullying | Toxic Work Environment

Previous Chapters: Prologue, 2

Links: FAQ || VIXX Masterlist || Admin L’s AO3 || Admin L’s WP || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 1669

AO3 | WP

Tag List: If you would like to be added to this list, just drop us an ask!

AN: It has been a hot minute, hasn’t it? Life suddenly got a little too real. If you guys wanna know, we put a post for it but for now? Let’s get back into the game

Chapter 3- The Good, the Bad and the Undead

The good, the bad & the undead The party's started and it's better when you're dead

“What was that all about?!”

Her boss rounded on her when everyone else had looked away, going back to their mingling. Lucky wasn’t quite sure what happened either but the tone in her boss’ voice instantly made her want to fight back. It wasn’t like she had done anything to make the situation go downhill. In fact, she thought she was helping everything along. 

“The only thing I brought you along for was your body and your talent for information. You were supposed to help me along, not saddle up with one of the VIP’s! Now you’ve embarrassed myself and the company.”

Lucky’s head turned slowly towards the man in confusion. At first, she couldn’t believe what he said but as he prattled on about his bruised ego--it dawned on her why the other girls quit. It wasn’t about the job being too hard or anything like that. She knew that it could all be handled but it really was the abuse that her coworker talked about and she only dealt with the VP up until then. The same attitude that some of the others had and they weren’t even in his position either. 

“I’m sorry--what?” 

She eyeballed him, waiting for him to say something else. Lucky could put up with a lot of things, statements being said about her and even some bullying. However, she wasn’t going to put up with it when there wasn’t anything to suggest that it was her fault. Her glare infuriated her boss even further and he even took her roughly by the elbow as he tried to drag her away from all the people around them. She dug her heels into the ground and resisted, jerking her arm out of his grasp. At that moment, one of the staff happened to walk by with a plate of drinks. 

In hindsight, Lucky could have done something different in that situation but she reached out and grabbed a flute before flinging the contents into her boss’ face. 

“I have put up with a lot of things since joining this company but I have never been blamed for something I didn’t do! I don’t take care of your ego--I am just a piece of ass like you said so you can take this as my resignation!” She very nearly screamed at him. Mr. Randall’s face was in utter shock at the liquid and her statement that was loud enough for everyone to hear. The room grew quiet as she stormed off, out of the mansion. Once outside, Lucky realized that by quitting there--she might not have a ride home. 

Furiously punching in an order for a cab, Lucky didn’t notice that there had been several eyes out there watching her until the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. Looking up from the phone, she eyeballed her surroundings until they adjusted to the dim light outside. There were a few lights that were scattered about out there but trying to see something further out was almost impossible. The way that the feeling was getting to her, she almost went back inside but then the thought of having to see some of those people again made her furious all over again. 

“I think you might have forgotten this.”

Lucky whipped around only to see Jaehwan holding her coat in his hands. All previous traces of his irritation that had built up were now gone from his body. The nice and charming man had made its return and in that moment, she appreciated it. She let out a breath of relief, thankful that it wasn’t whom she just fired herself from and took the coat. The cool air had started to produce goosebumps on her skin so she was even more thankful that he brought it out there. 

“Looks like fall is finally starting to come around…” Lucky commented as they stood there watching the night settle. Fog had started to creep around the area almost like there was a pond or body of water nearby. Jaehwan took in a deep breath, smiling afterwards at her as he enjoyed that moment with her. 

“I love this time of night. It’s almost like a crisp and fun surprise is waiting behind every shadow.”

She looked at him and saw him near vibrating with excitement. Lucky only saw this type of energy from kids when they were about to get on rides or when they were about to play a game. A snicker left her lips as she imagined that type of energy when he was dealing with his company. It seemed like a nice thought, to be able to work for someone like him. 

A car had been spotted in the distance and she felt a bit of sadness by leaving now. It seemed a bit crass to ask him if there were any open positions at his company but the urge wouldn’t stop picking at her brain. So once the car pulled up for her, Lucky quickly turned to him to ask but ended up slipping on the steps. Taking a tumble, she hit her knee pretty hard on the stone steps and scraped open the skin. Jaehwan rushed over to her and took a look at her knee. 

Taking out a handkerchief, he pressed it to the wound and smiled at her again. If Lucky couldn’t get into his company, then she might have fallen for him. 

“Let’s get you home, Leonora.” He grinned at her while she made a face at the use of her actual name. Helping her to the car, he gave her one last smile as her window was rolled down. 

“I think that my knee has stopped bleeding so I should give this back before I’m never able to see you again.” Lucky laughed, handing the soiled thing back to him. He took it, long fingers closing slowly around it as he stared at it. At first, she thought that she shouldn’t have done that but what else was she going to do? Keep it because it was clear that she might never see him again? Though, the way that he was staring at the cloth almost had her nervous that she did something wrong. 

He blinked slowly, twice before backing away. Even though she knew his eyes to be dark, in that moment, Lucky thought that she saw them glow. The car starting and driving away pulled her attention away from Jaehwan so she rolled up the window. Fishing for her phone, she sent a quick text to her best friend, Laoise, to let her know that she was on her way home. The phone lit up with more messages from her, all of them chastising since she hadn’t let her know about what was going on that night. Lucky smiled and called her outright since she had the time on the drive back. Maybe the police woman would have some leads on new jobs that she could let her in on. 

It was nestled into his palm like some sort of secret letter with a kiss on it. The smells and temptation itched at his throat as he held it a bit closer to his face. Jaehwan trembled as he stared at the blood on the handkerchief, trying his best not to run after the car and devour the little miss. He wanted to play with her just a bit more but his fun was ruined when her higher-up wormed his way into their world. Now, all he was left with was a thirst for her blood and the extreme urge to decimate that man.

“Hyung?”

Jaehwan whipped his head around at the voice, his nose flared in response as well a slight snarl. A taller man came up to him with slow steps and hands held out before him. 

“What?” He growled at his younger brother. He was even more irritated that he just couldn’t be left alone for two minutes, much less do his blasted job without an escort. The baby-faced man looked at him with concern as his eyes flickered from his elder brother’s face to the piece of cloth in his hand. “Is there something you wanted, Sanghyuk?”

“Ravi had a vision of trouble and he sent me to check up on you.”

“I know that’s a cover for keeping an eye on me, so I don’t care.” He retorted, holding up the handkerchief up to his face. His tongue darted out and swept up some of the drying blood as he continued staring at the direction that she went. There was a slight shuffle from his brother, so quiet that only his kind could hear it. He gave a sigh and tossed the cloth to him because he knew that the younger vampire was itching to see it. 

Sanghyuk plucked the thing out of the air so fast that one could almost swear it never happened. Jaehwan knew that he was the only one that could overpower them all by brute strength but had still so much farther to go with his own abilities. So trying to fight him was almost like suicide. He could only guess that was the reason that he was out there checking up on him. He heard his brother take a large sniff of it and smiled, turning his head towards him. 

“I might just kidnap that human.” His smile grew deeper and darker, giving a glance to his younger brother. His head shot up from the handkerchief, eyes as wide as they could go at his statement. “She isn’t normal, as you can tell.”

“But--”

“I’m bored now. I’m just going to entrance some of these fat cows to do what we want and be done with it.” He turned on his heel and left his younger brother to stand out there by himself. Sanghyuk tucked the piece of cloth in his pocket and pulled out his phone, letting his brothers know what was going on--not in the least happy about what had transpired. 

Updates, NaNo, and Life, Oh My!

Hello Tumblrverse!

It’s been a moment, hasn’t it? For that, we sincerely apologize - life was getting wild for a bit. 

This is your BR Blog update for the month.

First - we hit 700 followers! To those of you who stayed with us? We thank you. To those who are new? Welcome! Get to know the trio here. Next, we are behind on our posting and are slowly but surely catching up. 

Admin E works in news - as things have calmed down this is what you can expect from her: 

Shadows Birthright - On-Going. New Chapters are forthcoming!

Admin L suffered a stroke back in April of this year. She’s on the mend and jumping back into writing. Here’s what you can expect from her: 

Edge of Forever - Indefinite Hiatus. [She says that she’ll come around to this one again.]

Star of Fate - On-Going. New Chapters are forthcoming!

Admin T was diagnosed with the Big C earlier this year. Things are looking on the up, so I will be keeping up with the role of blog mom. 

There are so many messages and asks that we’ll be responding to as well. We’ve seen all your comments and compliments, and we’ll get to them!

We’ve seen some requests for continuations and we’ll do our best.

Like the rest of Tumblr, The Bias Rekkers are in NaNo mode! Admin E crafted the blog’s first big series Make it Right during NaNo of 2019. Admin L’s Edge of Forever started there as well. 

We’re busting out the word counts to bring you something fresh for the year. 

Please look forward to it!

As for now, you’ll be stuck with me as I try to clear all the requests, drabbles, mini-series, teasers, and one-shots hiding in the Bias Rekkers draft box.

And that’s all folks! 

We hope you’re staying hydrated and well. Thank you all for your patience. 

-The Bias Rekkers

Shadow’s Birthright | MYG

Chapter 9: Angel's Breath

Plot: Riding in on thunder and lightning, two princes are born. But a crown cannot be shared. It can only be worn by one and one alone. The hands of man have separated the brothers, allowing one to live in wealth and comfort inside the palace while the other grows up among commoners. But Fate cannot be destroyed by the hands of man. A shared destiny reunites the brothers; one to become a king who descends into madness and the other will rise as a dragon whose journey has only just begun in order to claim a crown he does not desire to have.

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: series | historical!au | fantasy!au | angst | romance | drama | tragedy

Pairing: Min Yoongi (Lee Yoon) x Female OC (Kalina Shuri)

Warnings: Historical setting, caste system, magic/sorcery, graphic violence, disturbing graphic images, religious tones, angst, slow burn, smut

Previous Chapters: Prologue 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08

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Word Count: 2,543

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AN: So, was anyone worried? Because I was...kinda sorta...maybe...

P.S. Please bear in mind that while the historical accuracy will be mostly correct, I am setting this in a time period in Joseon history where there was no such thing as a king who had a twin brother. Obviously that’s where the fiction/creative freedom is going to come in. Everything else will be period accurate, trust and believe.

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“Every moment hesitated is a moment gone from life.” - Nicholas D. Wolfwood

Yoongi bit his thumbnail as he waited with the others in one of the many backstreets of the Crown City. Despite his protests, they all agreed that it was best to hide themselves and meet in secret versus rendezvousing back at the tavern. He was pacing back and forth, his nerves completely frayed from having to anticipate the arrival of his friends. It shouldn’t have taken them this long. Yet the night continued to creep on steadily and before long, the lights from most of the lanterns were doused and vendors were closing their shops for the night.

“You’re going to create a trench if you keep it up.”

Seokjin’s voice interrupted Yoongi’s pacing, causing him to lift his gaze to meet his friend’s. Everyone else huddled around him, but thankfully not enough for him to feel crowded. He was keenly aware of their concern and as much as he appreciated it, there was a lingering ache of doubt pulsing around his chest. Regardless of how desperate he was for answers, it didn’t need to result in anything untoward happening to his comrades. 

A hand clapped his shoulder roughly, shaking him just a bit. Craning his neck, he peered back into Hoseok’s face as he gave him a reassuring smile. “I’m sure everything is fine.”

Seconds after the words spilled from his mouth, they all heard scuffling footsteps rushing in their direction. Everyone was immediately on alert, their bodies tensing as they waited for whoever was approaching them. But instead of relief washing over them upon seeing Taehyung, dread snatched at Yoongi’s heart when it was clear that Jimin was being all but dragged alongside him. His friend’s complexion looked unusually fair and the sweat shone on his brow from the light of the moon.

Namjoon and Yoongi were at their side in an instant as the others moved around, creating a small storm of chaos in the backstreets. Whatever adrenaline was pushing Taehyung at that moment gave out as he collapsed to his knees, taking Jimin right along with him.

“Jimin-ah! Hey!” Hoseok shook him, trying to get his friend to respond. 

Jimin opened one lid slowly, the white of his eye completely bloodshot. “H-Hyung...nim…” 

Yoongi cupped his face in both of his hands, lifting his head up gently. “What happened to you?!”

He watched his friend opening his mouth to speak. But before he could get the words out, he harshly coughed a spray of red mist. Flecks of blood stained Yoongi’s cheeks and he saw Jimin’s eyes roll to the back of his head. He passed out instantly. Jungkook made a croaking sound behind them, but he barely heard it. Before any of them could stop him, Yoongi was shoving Taehyung out of the way so he could heft Jimin onto his back. 

“H-Hyung-nim!” Namjoon called out to him, but Yoongi was already moving.

“We need to go,” he said, his legs carrying him down the backstreet, “he’s been poisoned.”

There wasn’t time for conversation. Yoongi had no way of determining how long the poison was in Jimin’s system. If he was beginning to cough up blood, however, that meant that it was already reaching his lungs and managed to rupture something. If they couldn’t find an antidote in time, Jimin would not be long for this world. 

Kali! It was the first solution he could come up with. I have to take him to Kali-ssi!

Thankfully, she didn’t live far from the Crown City. They needed to get to their horses and do so in haste. If Yoongi pushed his steed hard enough, they could get to Kali’s home within the hour.

He barely heard his friends yelling after him. With what strength he could muster in his frantic state, Yoongi deposited Jimin onto the horse. Before his friend could fall forward and off the horse, he jumped up and settled himself onto the saddle. He wrapped Jimin’s arms around his waist, gripping the reins tightly in his hands and kicking the horse’s flank with his heels. The horse neighed in response, lunging forward on command as Yoongi began praying that his friend would hold on long enough to reach their destination.

With poison, it was always a race against time.

The cauldron bubbled loudly as Kali stirred the large wooden spoon dipped within. The medicinal aroma filled the open space of her workshop, causing beads of sweat to break out along her forehead. She swiped at her skin with a linen handkerchief, taking a breath as she dropped a few more ingredients into the mixture. Releasing her hold on the spoon, she picked up the two thick wooden sticks and lifted them up from within the depths of the cauldron. Attached to them was a sheet of sheer linen, the center dipping from the weight of some dark substance. 

She quickly shifted the item over a large ceramic bowl, twisting the sticks and tightening the linen so that the juices were squeezed from the makeshift sack she created from it. The dark brown liquid dripped steadily into the bowl and once she was satisfied, she set the sticks and linen to the side. With a wave of her hand, Kali extinguished the flames cooking inside the furnace, the cauldron bubbling a little more quietly now.

Picking up a fan, she waved it over the bowl to cool the mixture. A somber expression painted her features as she fanned, not liking the purpose of the tonic she’d just created. But Kali knew that the quicker she worked, the more prepared she would be when the time came. 

Her vision from the previous night disturbed her.

Just as the tonic began to cool, thundering knocks of desperation boomed from the large wooden gate of her estate. Sighing, she set the fan aside and gathered up her skirts, running to the door. Kali rarely rued the day she refused to have attendants in her home. This was one of those moments. 

She quickly lifted the wooden bracer from the metal supports, pushing the gate open. As she expected, Yoongi was on the other side. His expression was desperate and wild and she wasted no time gesturing for him to come inside. His other companions were hot on his heels. They looked at her curiously, but she ignored them and waited for the last one to enter before shutting the gate closed and replacing the bracer. 

Yoongi whirled around to look at her, the burden on his back barely hanging on to him. “K-Kali-ssi!”

Kali did her best to appear calm as she so often did. The young man was in near tears, but it was clear he was doing everything in his own power to keep himself from breaking down. She reached out to stroke his cheek with one hand while pointing up to the stairs leading into the main house of her estate. 

“Take the first door on the right, Young Master.” She turned to look at the others. “Feel free to accompany him, but do not crowd your friend. I will need space to work.”

Without waiting for their answers, Kali retreated back to her workshop to retrieve the ceramic bowl that was finally cooled down to the desired temperature. It took several hours to prepare the brew and she was thankful for the time to herself to make it. 

Unfortunately, antidotes didn’t just make themselves.

Securing the bowl between her hands, Kali made her way into the manor. There was a rush of voices coming from the guest room and she could sense the apprehension and fear soaking through the walls. Pressing a hand to her forehead to drown out the emotions, she slid the door open. The boys grew silent as she approached, separating themselves from the huddle they were in to allow Kali to pass between them. Yoongi vacated the small stool that was beside the bed and Kali took the seat, her hand reaching out to help the young man who was breathing rapidly. His complexion was growing more ashen with each passing second, but she knew he would be fine. She’d made all the necessary preparations after all.

“Someone please gently rub his throat while I pour this into his mouth.” A hand reached out to help her and as the dark liquid passed his lips, she saw his throat relaxing enough to allow for the medicine to go down easily. When the bowl was empty, Kali smiled and eased the young man back down onto the bed, pulling the blanket up just below his chin. “He’ll be alright. He just needs to rest.”

Collective sighs filled the room as she turned to face Yoongi. He immediately grasped her hand in his, giving it a hard squeeze. She felt him trembling and she forced the smile to remain on her features to help ease whatever anxieties were left inside of him.

“Thank you so much, Kali-ssi,” he said, collapsing to his knees, “I don’t know how I can ever repay you.”

Kali reached out to stroke his dark hair through her fingers. “There’s nothing to repay, Young Master.” She looked at the others in the room, their eyes moving from her face and down to the floor. Chuckling, she shook her head and stood, bringing Yoongi up with her. “You boys look a little fatigued yourselves. If one of you could fetch your horses and put them in the stables, I will prepare a meal for you.”

The young man with the short beard stepped forward, his brows furrowing. “No, we can’t impose. You’ve already done enough by helping our friend.”

“Nonsense.” Reaching into the sleeve of her robe, she pulled out a strip of satin and began tying her sleeves back so they were out of her way. “Your friend will need to rest for a couple of days. Moving him from this bed is ill advised. You may as well stay until he’s fully recovered.” 

And before she could hear anymore protests, she exited the room and began heading toward the kitchen. Kali was barely inside the expansive space when she felt arms encircling her waist, forcing her to a halt. Without having to turn around, she already knew who it was. She gave his hand a gentle pat. 

“There, there,” she cooed, feeling Yoongi’s arms tighten around her waist, “none of that, understand?”

“K-Kali-ssi…” The sob he uttered was muffled into her robes. “...it’s my fault. It’s all my fault!”

She frowned, turning slowly in his arms. Yoongi’s head was lowered, as if he was ashamed to look into her eyes. Dissatisfied with this, she gently grasped his chin and lifted his face so that he was forced to look at her. Tears brimmed his dark eyes, threatening to spill down his cheeks. She quickly swiped at them, stroking her thumbs along his cheeks.

“None of this was your fault, Young Master.”

“Yes it is!” He shut his eyes tight, his brows furrowing and creating harsh lines on his forehead. “This happened because of me!”

Her eyes narrowed. “Why? Because you saw someone else with your face and had questions?” She watched his eyes open, wide with shock presumably at how unsurprised her voice sounded. “You simply wanted to ascertain the truth, did you not? So how is that any fault of yours?”

Yoongi’s lower lip trembled. He visibly appeared to be struggling with what to say and she patiently waited for him to gather his thoughts to the best of his ability. It hurt her to see him in this state, but she knew that this was also part of his destiny. This moment in his life was unavoidable. The hands of man could only intervene so much before Fate decided it had enough. 

Today was that day. This was simply the beginning.

Kali felt Yoongi shift under her grasp, trying to avert his gaze again. She wouldn’t let him. This time she cupped his cheeks in her palms, forcing him to keep his eyes locked onto her own. Tears continued to leak from his eyes and she knew he was in pain. But he couldn’t run from this. There would be no running from any of this.

“I don’t know what’s happening.” Yoongi gripped her elbows, as though he were trying to keep himself from falling. “I don’t know what’s going on anymore!”

Smiling, Kali gathered him up into her arms and wrapped him in what she hoped was a soothing embrace. He openly sobbed into her chest, curling his fingers into her back while she, in turn, rubbed soothing circles against his. Yoongi truly was too good; too pure and innocent. Even in the middle of his own muddled thoughts, he was berating himself for involving his friends in helping him to seek answers to questions he didn’t realize he had. There was no shame in that. It wasn’t a crime to ask for help. Kali knew he would need to continue to do just that for as long as he walked this road Fate placed him on.

“I cannot tell you what is happening, Young Master. It is not my place to do so.” She felt him hiccup against the crook of her neck, causing her to close her eyes while carding her fingers through his hair. “You must continue to seek the answers for yourself. You’ve reached your first crossroad and it is time for you to decide which direction you will go from here on out.”

Pulling away from her, he peered down into her face. His expression was torn between two different emotions. Kali had an idea of what those two feelings were, but she remained silent. 

Yoongi’s lips formed into a thin line before parting to speak. “What if I make the wrong choice?”

“It doesn’t matter which choice you make.”

His eyes flashed with anger. “Why doesn’t it matter? What the hell does that even mean?!”

“What I am telling you,” she replied calmly, “is that whatever choice you make is neither right nor wrong. It is simply a choice. It will help shape your future, but it will not change the end result.”

It was like gravity suddenly tugged at Yoongi’s knees, forcing him to the ground. Kali gathered herself onto the floor with him as his hands fell dejected at his sides. It was too early for him to feel defeated. He had to stand up and take his destiny by the horns. There would be much more heartache in the future and there would be nothing she could do to stop it. All the sorceress could do was help him along the way. 

She sighed, reaching out to place her hands on his shoulders. “You really are too good for this world…”

Yoongi buried his face into his hands and Kali watched as he gave a muffled groan in despair. But this would be temporary. He had to be able to overcome this small hurdle. If he couldn’t, then it would mean the end. The dragon would die before it could rise up from the muddy ditch he was reared in. Kali knew she couldn’t let that happen.

She would die before she would let it.

Summer’s End  [HCS]

Title: Summer's End

Pairing: God of Peaceful Death!Chansung x OC

Genre: Greek God AU, Comfort, A smidgen of angst

Word Count: 628

TW: Mentions of death

Rating PG/R? (Mentions of death involved)

Greek God: Thanatos

Summary: Death is only the beginning on a soul's journey to reach old friends and lovers.

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The ocean had looked so peaceful.  The sound of the lapping waves was a constant noise,  soothing. Clear water sparkled as it moved, the tide was slowly starting to come in. Every once in a while, the water would touch her bare feet as she stood on the hot sand. The cooling feeling that it produced helped to relax her more.

It seemed like she was there for quite a while when the thought hit her. How did she get there? She would have remembered driving out that far, wouldn't she? The empty space in her memory started to plant a series of worrisome thoughts, distressed at the lack of information. Soon even the gentle waves were like a terrible reminder of the current situation. 

Honeysuckle and magnolia drifted into her senses. Much like the waves, the subtle smell wanted to calm and soothe. There was a sense of another causing her to turn around. A tall man was there, hands in the pockets of a flowy white outfit. Eyes wide open, the dark irises that understood everything and plump lips that it itched to talk. He stepped up to her, barefoot as well to enjoy the company and the view.

"Your view is so peaceful. Have you been here before?" His low voice carried weight but had a hint of playfulness that made her own mouth twitch up. 

"Yes." She paused after that immediate answer, "No. Well, I have but I don't remember it being so clear and less crowded. But it's been so long that it could have cleared up."

He hummed and turned his attention back to the clear water. A peaceful silence seemed to blanket them in its embrace and neither one could tell how long it went on for. His deep voice eased its way between them.

“Dear one, I wish we could stay here forever but you know we can’t.”

She turned around to him, suddenly afraid. A beeping could be heard and he took her hand before she could look towards it. He smiled and gently squeezed it, pulling her along.

“I died, didn’t I?” She finally asked. Sorrow started to build and her feet didn’t want to move. “I was fighting for so long but I failed…”

He stopped and looked up to the sky, as if he was deep in thought. With a sigh, he turned to her and smiled.

“I am Thanatos but you know me as Chansung. I am the God of Peaceful Death and I have known you for several lifetimes.”

Images flashed by, a little girl and boy playing in the sand. The girl insisting on being the Prince to protect him. Them being a little older, both crying cause she was moving away. Getting a letter to meet up many years later. Their first kiss, so nervous and ending up knocking over the soda nearby. More images but the ones that came by were them in other types of clothes, other places and other times.

“You didn’t fail in your struggle. It was simply time to rest from such a plight. I am always here, to give you love and peace because fate has tied us together. I am grateful for it.”

She wanted to cry but he reached out to stroke her cheek before the tears came. It was a relief and her heart recognized him with so much joy. She didn’t feel afraid anymore as she gave him a warm hug. They embraced there in the sand and sunny sky, old friends after so long. 

“Let’s go. I want to be with you forever.”

He smiled and led her along the long beach. Their figures faded like wisps in the wind while the beach gently lapped at its borders. No more sadness or pain, just peace.

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So look forward to a posting explosion within the next week or two as we have sipped on a needed cup of creative juices!

Hi, are you continuing Shadow's Birthright?

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Yes, I am continuing Shadow’s Birthright! I have just been swamped with the Olympics aka my job. But I am planning on updating the story this week!

Thank you for loving it so much!

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..And now I lay me down to sleep.

I pray my sins to stay buried down deep.

A voice whispers to take one more, just another bite, just another minute.

Just another kiss.

Just another word to shred someone’s confidence.

Just another….

You are consumed by the thought of one more.

You are possessed by the thought of just another.

For years you’ve fed into this vice, letting yourself fall into the depth of sin.

Surely, you will repent when your life expires.

But if what that sin required payment?

What if that sin was given form because of your misdeeds?

Will that Sin thank you?

Or will that Sin torment you?

What lesson could be learned when..

Lust..

..Envy

..Wrath

..Greed

..Gluttony

..Sloth

..and Pride - show up at your door? In your room? At your job?

What is your destiny with the seven deadly Sins?

In this collab, you will write BTS one shots based off of the Seven Deadly Sins

Here are the rules for the event:

- You must be at least 18 years old to be apart of it. If we find out you have lied about your age, you will be booted from the collab. No exceptions.

- The fics must be member x reader only (but it can be of any gender)

- It is a requirement to have smut and fantasy/supernatural elements included. We will not allow anything in the collab that has non/dub con, sexualizing minors, incest, animal abuse, pedophilia, glorifying self-harm or mental illnesses. This goes without saying, but please make sure your work is properly tagged.

-The oneshots must be at least 1k.

- Please make sure you credit all beta readers and anyone who has worked on your banner.

- You will need to join our discord so we can keep track of who is participating.

- You choose your sin and after 8/30, we will let you know which member you will be writing for based off of that sin

- Have fun

Timelines:

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End of Summer Escapade Event

The rays of heat kiss your skin, leaving a sheen of glow and a mellow warmth in its wake. The sunny skies tempt you to dance, to match the balmy aura of the season that surrounds you. Do you want to bundle this moment of summer, hold it close within to face the merciless frost of the upcoming months? Let us immortalize the radiance of the last month of summer with BTSGoldNet’s End Of Summer Escapade Event, and return to bask in our content’s resplendence when we wait for the sun to shine over us again. 

Writers may choose from this list of prompts:

“Why don’t you get your butt up out of the sand and come make me?”

“Pack your bags. We are getting out of this town.”

“It’s only six in the morning, and I haven’t had any coffee yet. Anything that I say or do cannot be held against me until I am caffeinated.”

“I’m just doing what the fortune cookie said. Who am I to stand in the way of fate?”

“I would love you forever if I could, but the lady at the fair said I would die before that”

“You are just a memory now, washed up by the waves.”

“Do you see those guys at the next campsite over? They’re super cute.”

“Uhh, how many rooms are in this beach house because.…”

“Were you really going to leave without saying goodbye?”

“It’s been so long since we have been able to do this.”

With your selected prompt you may create a story of 500 words or more.

Content Creators:

May create gifs and edits based on the summertime.

Rules:

Posting begins August 1st and last until August 31st

All post must be tagged as #goldenescapades 

All posts must adhere to BGN rules and guidelines.

Good day

And an extremely, love filled, sparkly rainbow day to you too!

Addiction | jjk (Teaser)

As the sun broke through the canopy of trees, time continued to pass. The leaves changed colors. Snow covered the world in a soft blanket of white. The snow melted into torrents of rain that gave birth to a wide array of wild flowers that littered over the entirety of the mountain. The smell of dew drops clinging to branches and leaves permeated the air and as a breath was taken, another bell chime rang out over the land.

Melding with the soft tones was a woman’s voice; a song dancing and weaving with the wind as it sailed through the skies - vanishing into the clouds. The sun disappeared, causing her raven curls and brown skin to blend into an even darker tint. Thunder rumbled in the distance and the last words of the song clung to the impending darkness, followed by a delicate silence.

Her hair whipped in every direction as the wind picked up speed. Slowly, she turned to look behind her but her face was hidden in shadows. Her silk robes of dark purple shook from the errant gusts swirling around her. She extended an arm out, her palm holding a single milky pearl in its center. Even in the darkness, it seemed to have a faint glow about it.

And then there was a whisper.

A whisper of a name.

Her name.

“...Vitani.”

Fandom: BTS Genre: Urban Fantasy!AU Fandom Work: “Addiction: A Gumiho Tale” by Admin E of The BiasRekkers

COMING SOON!

Call of the Amazon: The Bet

Rating: 18+ // NSFW

Genre: non-idol namjoon, established relationship, smut/explicit sexual content

Pairings: Namjoon x Reader

Warnings: Switch!Namjoon, Switch!Reader Namjoon is secure, Strong Joon [namtiddies and namthighs], semi-exhibitionism, hair pulling [male and female], Impact play [pussy and ass slapping], Wake Up/Morning Sex, fingering, oral, anal, toy use, reckless blowjobs [respect your throat space, y’all], unprotected sex,  creampie, nipple play [male and female], messy kisses, lots of noises, the adventurous couple is adventurous, The Amazon position [kneeling], The Snow Angel Position, The Seashell Position [google it you heathens!],

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Word Count: 3.6K

AN: Thanks to the @blushingatyou for trusting me with this prompt/scenario! I love a good position challenge! I feel like this couple fits the needs of the request - so back at it again with the positional shenanigans! Make sure to be safe, discuss all and any 'play' with your partners. I like to suffer, apparently. 

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The hot spray of water beating down on your shoulders is a welcome relief. Your hands splayed on the wet tile as the water slid down the center of your back. A soft sigh of satisfaction is interrupted by large hands capturing the flare of your hips. “Don’t you think we’ve made enough noise for the night?” 

Even though Namjoon’s lips were busy brushing against the arch in your back, you still heard him chuckle. “They don’t mind,” He rumbled, too busy dragging his tongue across your shoulder. “They sleep like rocks,” He chuckled, pulling you back against him. His hand was catching lather to rub across the front of your body. “Plus, I can’t count how many nights I’ve lost sleep because those little shits have no self-control.” 

Your head tilts upward, mouth slightly agape at the statement. “You’re kidding, right?” It was no secret that Namjoon claimed his best sleep came when he was with you. And now that the truth was out? You could barely hold your amusement.

“Hey, it’s not funny,” He offered a pitiful pout. “Do you know how many threesomes I’ve come home to? Loud ones at that. You should feel sorry for me.” He spins you around, crushing your breasts against him so he can reach down and grab a handful of your ass. “At least we’re quiet.”

You offer a slight nod as your arms slink around his shoulders. “This is true.” But, there’s something suddenly mischievous in your gaze. He eyes you warily as you smile. “Do you think you could stay quiet?” 

Namjoon pulled you against the erection stirring between you. “I’d like to say I can be pretty discreet. I’ve had lots of practice.” 

“You wanna put your money where your mouth is, Kim Namjoon?” You’re on your tiptoes whispering against his mouth.

“I’m listening.” A muscle ticked in his jaw, causing the slick to build between your legs.

“I seem to remember the last time I gave you a morning blow job; I almost was kicked out of my apartment.” You drew lazy circles across his pectoral. Your thumb brushed his nipple awake. 

“That’s not fair, love. I had a spectacularly dirty dream about you. How was I to know that morning erection was going to be so enticing.” He chuckled.

“Joonie, all your erections are enticing,” You offered with the slightest curl of your lip.

“I tell you what, my love,” He pulled you against the start of one of those enticing erections. “I’ll bite. I know here, I tend to be hyperaware of my decibels. So feel free to engage in a wake-up blow-job. I’m pretty sure I’ll manage to stay quiet much to your chagrin.”

Your brow lifts as he turns you toward the corner of the shower. His hips undulated as he pulled your leg up against his hip. “You underestimate my power, Joonie,” you warned with a moan. 

“We’ll see, my love.” He groaned as he slid inside of you for the third time that night. “You can use every trick in your playbook tomorrow morning.  But, of course, I’ll expect breakfast for my victory.” 

The first rays of morning slithered over the tops of the blackout curtains in his room. You wiped at your eyes before checking the time. Namjoon was on his back, arm over his face, chest rising with gentle breaths. You wiggle to the edge of that California king bed, arms stretched upward. 

You can use every dirty trick in your book in the morning.

That’s right - you have a bet to win. A Cheshire grin nearly splits your face as you head to the en suite bathroom. First, you made sure to brush your teeth, clean your face, use the bathroom and take a quick shower. Then, you searched one of your unique drawers for something to give you the upper hand. 

“Oh, we haven’t used you in a while.” A thin, silicone, vibrating plug was stored in a small bag. A small bottle of lube was rummaged as well. “I think this will do nicely.” You exited the bathroom, dropping the towel from around your body. You were so glad your boyfriend was a back sleeper. It made these mornings possible, after all. 

And, of course, the outline of his cock twitching beneath the blanket is a siren song you never fail to answer. The soft light of morning filtered against the ceiling as you crawled under the blanket. You settled between Namjoon’s legs, brushing your face against his thighs. You dragged your tongue across a twitching muscle. You alternate between bites, sucks, and the slide of your tongue against his skin. 

He shuffled with a moan, causing you to stop. You wait for him to settle before licking a path along the seam of his testicles. Next, your lips surround one, a gentle suck and roll before it pops out of your mouth. Then, you turn to lavish the same attention on the other one. His cock twitches as he moans softly.  

You spend the subsequent few minutes teasing, sucking, and massaging his balls. Finally, his cock juts up throbbing, angry, and leaking pre-cum. A finger tickling the entry to his ass when he spreads his legs wider. You pulled that silicone plug from the bag, lubing it generously. Your tongue traces a throbbing vein on the shaft of his cock. That thin plug was pushed slowly inside of him. His hips lift and swivel against the intrusion; the throaty gruff moan made your thighs clench.

Your tongue lapped at the opening of his cock, swirling saliva and pre-cum on the head. He was beginning to stir, restless against your teasing. His stomach dips as you lick him like a melting ice cream cone in the summer. The hand across his face slides down his chest, the other gripping the sheets. 

You take him into your mouth, pushing down until your nose was buried against his abdomen. The anal plug pushed all the way in as you hollowed out your cheeks. Namjoon wakes with a start, and he knows the sensation of your mouth. He knows the sudden fullness, and the feeling has him bucking into your mouth. 

“F-fuck, baby, shit!” His voice is a hoarse, almost violent whisper. You hum your amusement as the vibrator buzzed to life. He runs his hands through your hair, moving it away from your face. That makeshift ponytail was created to give him leverage. He leaned up on one elbow, moving your head down again until you swallowed all of him.

You could feel him pulsating against your tongue. His mouth fell open in shallow pant as he pulled you up till your lips suckled the tip of him. Then he pushed you down again, both his hands holding you down as he thrust into your throat space. A few seconds and he releases, pulling you up covered in drool and smiling. “You’re so fucking messy,” He growls. Your tongue flicks against the underside of his cock, and he pushes you down again. Not so tightly this time, enough that he could fuck your mouth. Your tongue lays flat against the shaft of his cock. He watches as he disappears time and again into your mouth. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you’re messy. You know that? When you swallow me down like this. Fuck. Fuck.” He’s desperate to finish now. He wants to watch you swallow this pressure building in his gut. 

You turned the vibrator up to max, and he whines with an arduous thrust that had you gagging. Namjoon was caught between pushing his ass into the bed for more stimulation and pushing himself so far down your throat he was sure you’d consume him. 

He was doing so well, panting softly, stomach dipped and taut, the veins in his arms bulging with the effort to keep your airway open. Then it happened.

Knock, knock. 

The knock at the door, the twist of the doorknob. Namjoon released his death grip on your head, making sure you were covered by the blanket. He cleared his throat slightly, “Uh, y-yeah, what is it?” 

“Ah, sorry, Joon. I just wanted to ask if it was ok to head out on that walk without you?” Hoseok’s voice slid between the crack of a barely opened door. Namjoon silently cursed himself for forgetting.

“Ah, Hobi, I’m sorry. It slipped mind I-,” Namjoon’s breath was stolen as you continued to move. His brain short-circuited as your hand rotated and pumped against the shaft. Your lips wrapped around the head of his cock. He stared daggers at you as he fought to find words. “-I s-should have set the alarm.”

Namjoon bit into his fist as if the pain would keep his breathing even. You pushed the anal plug inside of him further, sure that the tip was rubbing against his prostate. “Ah, don’t worry about it, Namjoon; I’m sure I can get Jin to go with me.” 

Namjoon made a noise that was slightly distressed, “Mmk. I. Will. Makeituptoyou.” He could feel the flood gates bursting open. Hoseok said something, and he could barely register the words as his heartbeat thundered in his ears. 

You kept working him, watching his thighs quiver. “No biggie, I’ll catch you at lunch!” The door closed, and Hoseok’s voice traveled away down the hallway. You cupped his balls and swallowed him down once again.

Namjoon’s body remained taut until Hoseok’s voice disappeared. He lifted the blanket to watch you suck him down. “Fuck. fuck, gonna...fuckin-” That distressed sound bubbled from his chest as he arched upward into your mouth. He pushed your face down against his stomach as he half sat up to blast down your throat. 

It seemed like every vein in his body stood out as he shot his load down your throat. Then, he pushed down so that vibrator touched that spot inside of him. Meanwhile, you’re thrusting against the sheets trying to feel something other than the throb between your legs. It feels like he was cumming forever until he releases you. Finally, he fell back against the bed, chest heaving and sweat squeezing from his pores.

You release him with a pop, turned off the vibrator with a soft chuckle. “You did pretty well.” Your body is still positioned against his legs as he tries to remember how to breathe. 

Namjoon’s eyes rolled back into his skull, and when it sounded like his heart wasn’t going to burst from his chest? He looks at you with hellfire in his eyes. “You little shit.” Before you could give him any lip or plaster that devious smile on your face - he pulled you up the length of his body. 

There was a soft whoop of sound as he all but tossed you against the pillows. “You think you’re funny, don’t you?” Your stomach flipped loops as he grabbed your breasts, massaging and rolling your nipples around. Your hips lifted upward, undulating and clenching at nothing. Namjoon’s hand makes its way down your body. “You think that was funny, don’t you?” 

Slap!

One hand moved toward your throat, the other slapped your sticky pussy lips. There was the slightest pressure against your collarbone as he hit your pussy again. Your mouth opened to moan as he slapped it again. A rapid succession of slaps that had your clit throbbing. “Joon, please!” 

The sound of moist flesh being slapped was loud for but a moment. Then, he raised fingers covered in your juices to his mouth. His tongue slid between his fingers, and you were ready to do whatever he asked of you at that moment. “Mm, I don’t think I taste anything. I should go in for a closer look.” Before you could protest, he was between your legs, pinning your hips with your calves over his shoulders. Your elbows dug into the mattress as your eyes met. He held you down, his gaze daring you to fight your way out of his hold. The tip of his tongue collected that sweetness shimmering on your inner thighs. “Look at this mess. I have to clean this up. I can’t let any of it go to waste.” Your teeth set into your bottom lip as Namjoon’s tongue licked at you from thigh to apex. His breath ghosted over your quivering sex, teasing you. He kissed you everywhere but where you wanted. The first flick of his tongue against your clit had you reeling. He showed no mercy as he dove in. His whole mouth opening to cover your sex, tongue inside the hole, nose brushing against your clit. It took both of your hands covering your mouth to muffle the sounds. 

There was a loud slurp that had your gut twisting as his lips wrapped around your clit. You fought against his hold on you, legs trying to close and crush his skull. He slapped your thighs, causing you to whimper as you spread wide for him again. “Joonie, please, please. I can’t..” 

“Yes, you can.” Slurp. Slurp. Slap. “You better if you know what’s good for you.” Slurp. Slurp.

Knock, knock. 

You sit up, eyes wide, with your hand full of Namjoon’s hair. The blanket pulled up to cover your lower half. The door was barely opened again, cracked enough for a voice to make its way through. “Hey! I thought we were having breakfast together.” You groaned at another interruption. “Uh, Joonie’s in the bathroom. We didn’t forget, Jimin!” 

Namjoon’s kitten flicks turned to full-on licks. He chased the slick dribbling from your cunt. His tongue running from the hole to clit. Your body goes taut with a forceful huff of air. “Tsk, you’d better not. It took me days to get this table! Tell Joonie don’t hog all the hot water.” 

Namjoon yanks the blanket away from his body. The fabric irritating his skin and blocking his view of your face. He feasts as if this would be the last thing his mouth would touch. Your eyes move between his dark gaze between your legs and that barely opened door. Jimin said something else, but all you could hear was the rush of blood in your ears. 

“Jimin, I promise we’ll be ready in like...an h-hour.” There’s a strange hitch in your voice. “I’ll make sure there’s hot water.”

“Alright, you have an hour!” The door closed, and Namjoon continues to push your body to the limit, even before Jimin’s footsteps have disappeared down the hallway. Two thick fingers scissor and spread you wide as he sucks a rhythm against your clit.

You vibrate as your upper body twists, fingers clawing into the sheets as if it would keep you from floating away. Your mouth opens on a silent scream as the sound of moisture builds. Namjoon suckles with intermittent flicks on the hood of your clit - and you blow. A mouthful of the pillow keeps the keening sounds at bay. 

Namjoon opens his mouth, drinking your essence as you squirt all over his hands and chest. He’s been fucking into the mattress trying to build more friction. He sits back on his haunches; another slap to your cunt has you shuddering again. He swings a leg over your torso, scooting around until that thick cock is in line with your mouth. You lean up to swallow him as he leans down to feat on you again.

The sounds of doors opening and closing gave you both momentary pause. The voices carried outside sent you both into a frenzy of motion. He moans into your cunt as you suck him lewd and loud. You let him flop out of your mouth to spit on two fingers. Those two fingers plopped right into his asshole, deep to the knuckle till you brush against his prostate. He bucks upward, clenching around your fingers. 

You slap his ass while thrusting your hips into his mouth. “Move down,” you growl with another slap to his ass. Namjoon grunted as he shimmied down the length of your body. Your legs wrapped around his torso until your toes dug into the underside of his shoulder blade. He reached down pushing his cock toward the heat of your cunt. 

This was one of the positions you’d practiced but rarely had a chance to put it into play. Your hips lifted making it easier to guide him in. Your hands moved along his legs, slapping his ass as he filled you up. The unique position gave you a great view of his back as he nibbled along your calf. You could feel the heat of his breath on your skin, “Look at my pretty Joonie.” That thin silicone butt plug was within reach, and suddenly back inside of him.

Namjoon had to keep a hand between his legs, pushing his cock downward toward the opening of your pussy. Both your bodies rocked against the other, his back arched so he could fuck himself against that plug. “Turn it up, baby,” He grunts wanting a stronger vibration. 

“Fucking hell, you take this so well, Joonie. You look so pretty with your ass all stuffed. Gonna get you a bigger one next time.” You moan as you slapped his ass. 

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good. I need more…” He can’t stand not looking at you. He moved forward leaving you empty and wanting. He turned on you, lifting your legs up and pushing your feet toward the headboard. You could still hear the vibrator as his cock sank into you to the hilt. You rolled your eyes as he set a grueling pace. You couldn’t help clenching relentlessly as he rammed his body against yours. “Look at you, baby. All fucked out on my cock.” He grabbed your ankles with one hand. The other offering that gentle pressure against your clavicle. He held you down so your body didn’t bounce as he chased the quiver in your thighs. “Are you gonna cum for me?” 

Your bodies are drenched in sweat, he looks down his nose at you. The faintest smirk curling the side of his mouth. “I feel you getting ready to cum, baby.” He sucks in a breath, head falling back as the anal plug does its job. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” 

You reach forward grabbing his thighs, clinging to him for dear life as the pressure builds in your belly. Your nails dug into his thighs and he makes the whiniest noise you’d ever heard in your time together. 

The sound of a man overstimulated and ready to break. He is speed and stamina personified as your hips lift higher to take the beating he offered. Both of you were beyond caring about the noises. 

Namjoon moans, shudders, and whines again, he’s so close to a dizzying finish, but he just can’t get there. “Fuck, so fuckin’ close.” He bucks and shakes, your legs free as his hips become erratic. You let your legs fall as he pulls you up. Positions switched, you lift your hands above your head and ride him like a champ. His whole body is taut as you sink, swivel, and swerve, milking his cock for all its worth. It’s easy to get his legs up over your forearms. He holds them there, letting you kneel and change the angle of the fuck. 

Your walls flutter and squeeze at him. It hit you first. The orgasm had your nails scratching down the back of his thighs. He reached forward to grab your hips, pulling you onto his cock until he yelled a string of obscenities while he painted your insides white. 

He held your body still, scared that if either one of you so much as breathed aloud, he’d cum again. “Fuck, b-baby, vibrator, p-please.” He whimpered as he continued to pulsate safe in the confines of your cunt. It’s a feeble effort to remove the still buzzing toy from his ass. You fell onto his body, trying to let your lungs re-adjust to breathing. Both of you waiting for your hearts to calm. A blissful smile spread on his face as he softened inside of you. You wriggled a small amount, and that earned you a sharp slap on the left ass cheek.

“AH! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” You laughed at the warning in his eyes. 

“You will be if you keep it up.” He grumbled. 

“Joonie, we have to get up.” Even though that was the furthest thing from your mind. 

Namjoon grunted pulling you, off his cock, further up his body. “We’re disgusting aren’t we?” You both sputtered into a laugh before he fumbled to sit on the edge of the bed. He managed to keep you in his arms the whole time.

“I think you broke my lower half,” you offered him a slight pout. 

“Hey, this was a valuable lesson.” He arched a brow as he stood up, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Karma is swift, my love.” He kissed the tip of your nose while setting you gently on the edge of the sink. A warm washcloth and his attention to detail would begin the cleaning process.

He turned on the shower, hopefully, it masked the sound of your moaning complaint. He tutted at you, “Come on. It’s bad enough I’m going to need to change the sheets.” He pulled you into the shower, and under the spray of water. “You know, I could get used to waking up like that,” this spoken into the crown of your hair.

“Oh?” You tilted your head up to meet his gaze. “Let’s make sure we haven’t traumatized your roommates first, yeah?” 

Namjoon’s brows lifted in thought, “Good point. Let’s do wake-ups at your place.” 

You smiled as he spun you around toward the corner of the shower. His pupils were blown out, as that erection started to twitch again. “I think I can oblige that.” 

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Shadow’s Birthright | MYG

Chapter 8: Another Today

Plot: Riding in on thunder and lightning, two princes are born. But a crown cannot be shared. It can only be worn by one and one alone. The hands of man have separated the brothers, allowing one to live in wealth and comfort inside the palace while the other grows up among commoners. But Fate cannot be destroyed by the hands of man. A shared destiny reunites the brothers; one to become a king who descends into madness and the other will rise as a dragon whose journey has only just begun in order to claim a crown he does not desire to have.

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: series | historical!au | fantasy!au | angst | romance | drama | tragedy

Pairing: Min Yoongi (Lee Yoon) x Female OC (Kalina Shuri)

Warnings: Historical setting, caste system, magic/sorcery, graphic violence, disturbing graphic images, religious tones, angst, slow burn, smut

Previous Chapters: Prologue 01 02 03 04 05 06 07

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“On today’s long road, even if I fall, I will walk again.” - Jung Jaeil

Few words were spoken between the Crown Princess and himself. Yoon didn’t mind. He preferred the quiet. It gave him time to mull over thoughts that circulated inside of his head. The expedition to Ming would not be a short one. He anticipated that he would be gone for a month. Maybe longer, depending on how things panned out as he fulfilled his duties as Joseon’s liaison. He wasn’t expecting anything problematic, but he wasn’t planning for everything to go smoothly either. Anyone could make an attempt on his life at any time. Worse, he could wind up as a hostage in Ming in order to twist his father’s arm to obtain whatever they wished and on their terms.

Yoon certainly wasn’t about to let that transpire. Not while he was still breathing.

“I’m happy you enjoyed the banquet, Cheo-ha.” The Crown Princess’s voice interrupted his thoughts and he turned to look at her, seeing the gentle smile on her face. 

He reached out to take her hand in his and he watched a soft flush crown her cheeks. “I think it’s more important that you enjoyed yourself, Ping-goon.”

She nodded, making sure to match his pace as they walked through the palace. Their attendants followed closely, but were far enough away to give them some semblance of privacy. They continued to walk in companionable silence until they reached a bridge. Pausing for a moment, they peered over the edge to view the lake as it showcased the moon’s pale reflection. 

Thoughts of Kalina lingered in the back of Yoon’s mind. He wanted to be able to see her before he made his long journey. There was a greedy and gluttonous part of him that yearned to be able to feel her soft skin beneath his palms once more. But he knew what kind of person the sorceress was. She’d indulged him once and wished him a safe journey. That would be all she would spare; even for him. 

He hated that he couldn’t tether her to his person at all times.

“Forgive me for asking...” Chae-Ok lifted her face as he looked at her. “...will Your Highness stay with me in Magnolia Pavilion tonight?”

There was an unmistakable look of pining etched on her features. Yoon’s brows furrowed and he felt the Crown Princess’s hand gripping his own just a little harder. He didn’t pull away. Instead, he waited for her to continue.

She averted her gaze. “Please allow me to serve you.”

Again, silence. Yoon heard his heart slightly thumping in his ears. It was rare for Chae-Ok to be so forward. But there was also the duty that she had as a Crown Princess. She had to produce an heir in order to bring security to the royal household. As many times as they tried, they were unsuccessful. The royal physicians said she was healthy so there was no issue with her being able to bear children. The problem was most likely due to stress and timing. 

Yoon’s own heart was an issue as well. It wasn’t that his wife lacked the ability to satisfy him. Basic male urges were something that could easily be sated. It wasn’t like with women who, more often than not, needed to have an emotional connection with the person they shared a bed with. But even Yoon secretly held himself back when he laid with his wife. 

Was it because he wasn’t ready to be a father yet? Or to have the responsibilities that came with being a parent? He still felt so out of touch with the world and there was much that he needed to learn. He felt so inferior to his father and while the ministers in the court respected Yoon, he knew it was simply because of his title. That type of loyalty had a weak foundation and would crumble under his feet if he wasn’t careful.

Smiling, he reached out to pull Chae-Ok into his arms. She gasped, pressing her palms against his chest. Yoon rested his cheek along the side of her temple, breathing in the fragrant scent of rose petals. 

“Of course, Ping-goon,” he whispered, feeling her fingers curling into the front of his robes. Yoon chuckled when he thought he heard her smothering a sob. Patting her back, he pulled her even closer to him. “Forgive me, Crown Princess. I haven’t been very attentive to you, have I?”

She rapidly shook her head back and forth and he chuckled. “That’s not true, Crown Prince! I know how busy you have been with your studies and duties within the palace. What right do I have to complain?”

Pulling back, he cupped her cheeks in his palms and lifted her face up so he could see the pink tinting her cheeks. When two tears leaked from her eyes, Yoon used his thumbs to sweep them away. He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, sighing softly against her skin.

“You have every right to complain. And you should.” He clasped the back of her neck, tilting her face upward again. “Tell me your worries and share your burdens with me.”

Yoon felt her trembling beneath his hands. “C-Cheo-ha…”

He smiled again, his shoulders relaxing a measure. “And when I return, you can continue to do so.”

Chae-Ok smiled, her lower lip quivering slightly as she nodded. They grasped hands once more, their destination within the palace set. While he knew that he could not give her his entire heart, he wanted to be fair. Yoon wouldn’t deny her what little of himself he could give. 

He owed her that much at least.

Jimin pressed his body against the wall, his spine tense as his muscles seemed to coil - ready to spring into action should the need arise. Internally, he was hating every second of this. If one thing went wrong, they were going to be thrown into the palace jail immediately. And that was if they were lucky. If fortune decided not to favor the brave this evening, they would be tortured and killed before the rooster crowed.

But as much as he hated to admit it, Taehyung’s little ruse seemed to have worked. 

Much to his chagrin, Taehyung opted to dress as one of the palace maidservants. Jimin donned the robes and role of a palace eunuch. As long as they didn’t draw too much attention to themselves, they would be able to move in and out of the palace without much constraint. The number of servants within the palace walls was almost too much for any person to truly fathom. Hence why passes and records were kept. But at night, there were fewer servants wandering since most hated the night watch schedule.

That didn’t make Jimin’s anxieties any less, however.

The sudden sound of hurried footsteps brought Jimin to full alert. His eyes narrowed when he saw Taehyung running with his skirts hiked up all the way to his waist. They both huddled down behind the bushes where they wouldn’t be seen. 

“I’m glad you were smart enough not to run around with a lamp.” 

Taehyung rolled his eyes as he bunched up the skirts around his thighs so he could squat more comfortably. “I’m not an idiot, Hyung-nim.” He smirked, then pointed at the sky. “Besides, the moon is really bright tonight. I don’t need one. The gods are blessing our little excursion.”

“Or cursing it.” Jimin frowned as he pulled the map Namjoon gave him out from the confines of his robes. “Were you able to find out anything?”

“No, not too much.” He leaned forward a bit. “Though there’s a rumor going around that the king’s special guest is here.”

“Special guest?” Jimin lofted a brow. “What kind of special guest?”

Taehyung folded his arms across his chest. “Apparently he’s an old friend of the king.” He shifted his gaze down at the map, but Jimin knew he wasn’t actually looking at it. “I also heard that he was His Majesty’s former bodyguard.”

“How far up in rank was he?”

“He wasn’t just a bodyguard.” Taehyung met Jimin’s gaze. “He was the bodyguard. Like, his former Commander.”

Jimin hummed to himself as he rested his elbows on his knees. “Any reason why he would be here?”

Taehyung shook his head. “No. But I heard from some of the servants that he comes to visit every few years. He doesn’t stay for very long, but their chats are usually pretty private.” He frowned. “The king even dismisses most of his staff when he comes by. That’s pretty suspicious, don’t you agree?”

Nodding, Jimin quickly glanced over the map to gauge their current surroundings. He pointed to one spot. “Well, we’re not too far from the King’s palace. The problem is blending in well enough to not get noticed by the other servants.”

“I figured you would want to get closer.” He saw the triumphant smirk spreading over Taehyung’s features. “I already paid off a eunuch and maidservant to let us take their shift for a few hours. They also serve at the king’s palace.”

Narrowing his eyes, he sucked in air through his teeth. “...I’m not even going to ask you how you managed to get away with that.” Jimin cuffed the side of his head. “We’re not going to be staying around that long, you fool!”

Taehyung whined as he rubbed his scalp. “C’mon, it’s all I could manage, alright?” He quickly craned his neck back and forth. “But we need to go now. I told them we’d relieve them in the next half hour.”

“Dammit, Taehyung-ah! We’re not that close to the King’s palace right now!”

Jimin quickly folded the map and stuffed it back into his robes. They both stood up, making haste across the stone pathways. They had to be swift and careful. If any palace guards thought they looked suspicious, they would have to make a hasty exit and run for their very lives.

Dojin smirked as he watched the King puzzle over what move to make next in their game of Go. There were times when he would let the King win, simply in the name of their old friendship. Other times, he would opt to wipe the board with his pieces - trapping his friend and giving him no room to escape. The King claimed he was a ruthless strategist, to which Dojin often took it as a compliment. He was able to keep the King safe within the palace walls thanks to his strategies. He was offered the position of Grand General once, but Dojin promptly turned it down. If there ever came a time for war, he wanted to be at the King’s side - not on the battlefield.

As much as he missed his duties, Dojin enjoyed the quiet mountain life he currently lived. He did hard manual labor at the docks to help bring in a decent income and to keep his body hardened. The King and Queen both sent him monthly stipends to get by, enabling him to amass a small fortune. It was something he wasn’t really used to having and, personally, he could do without it. 

But the hard truth was that raising an infant wasn’t easy. Raising an infant without a wet nurse or any motherly figure in the picture was an absolutely daunting task. The first few years were, of course, difficult. When he knew weaning Yoongi on rice water wasn’t going to cut it, he had a woman in a small village help him since she’d just given birth and had milk to spare. He spun some story about his wife dying in childbirth.

That was when Dojin discovered that the village was remote, but self-sustainable. The mountain was his to claim and he built his current house at the highest he would dare without hurting the infant’s lungs from the high altitude. It was the beginning of a very long but fruitful relationship between himself and the young prince.

“You are terrible, Dojin-ah.”

The King’s voice cut through his inner musings. He smirked as he watched him mulling over which move to make next. Dojin knew if he was able to predict his strategy, he would be able to get out of the pit he was currently in. But if he didn’t, then it was game over. Again.

Dojin chuckled as he folded his arms across his chest. “Didn’t you always tell me to be relentless in these sorts of games, Your Majesty?”

“Yes, but this is unnecessary.” He watched the King snort, scratching at his beard. “I should be thankful that we’re friends. I shudder to think what would happen if we were enemies.”

“If we were enemies, Your Majesty, I would never have left your side.”

The King’s eyes lifted from the board to meet his own. “Why do you say that?”

Reaching for the teacup, he took a small sip. “Because the smartest strategy is to keep one’s enemies closer, is it not?”

“You jest far too much, my old friend.” The King lifted up one of the white pieces, slapping it down onto the board as he flashed a victorious smile. “Take that!”

Dojin hummed as he surveyed the board, approving the King’s move. He managed to wiggle out of his pincer hold. But it wouldn’t last. Sadly, he’d managed to leave his flank unprotected. 

Instead of attacking mercilessly, Dojin continued to drink his tea. It was getting later into the evening and he needed to set off for home at first light. Well, after acquiring a few provisions. He’d left Yoongi alone and while he knew the young prince could more than take care of himself, the parent in him wanted to be able to provide a decent meal and some new clothes. Kali would take care of keeping his hair trimmed short and if he needed entertainment, his friends in the village would amply provide. 

“Are you faring well financially, Dojin-ah?” 

Humming, he set his cup down. “Of course, Your Majesty.”

“And Yoongi? Does the prince need anything?”

A lump formed in his throat. He wasn’t sure how to answer that question. Did he need anything? There were plenty of things he knew Yoongi needed. He needed to be able to live a life where he could walk freely in the streets of Joseon without worrying about someone noticing him. He needed to take comfort in knowing that he had a family, one outside of Dojin, that loved him and missed him greatly. He needed a mother’s comforting embrace. 

There were plenty of things that Yoongi needed and wanted. But that didn’t mean that he would be able to receive these said needs. It all stemmed from his birth, his origins, and the curse that currently branded his face. 

The very scar that his own father, the King, gave him.

Dojin lowered his head respectfully. “There are many things he needs, Your Majesty. Things that I cannot provide him.” He sighed, lifting his head. “I may have raised him and I do consider him my own son. But the truth, Your Majesty, is that I cannot give him everything he needs. That is out of my hands.”

He saw the pained expression forming on the King’s face. He hadn’t meant to reopen a wound that he knew wasn’t properly healed. Dojin knew that throwing Yoongi aside was the most torturous thing the King could have done. Anyone could see it. But for the sake of maintaining peace in the royal household, the King did what he felt he must to secure the hearts and minds of those inside the palace. Twin births equated to possible bloodshed. It would not be the princes’ faults. Blame would be placed at the Noble Factions who attempted to control the princes - pulling one in a direction and dragging the other into another.

“You know that I would want nothing more than to bring him back into the palace.” The King pressed his fingers into his temple. “He is my son. Nothing will change that. But I can’t have the Royal Court in an uproar over it.” He sighed, a tired look painting over his features. “His very existence is problematic. I have faith in the Crown Prince’s abilities and I admire his ambition. But the minute any of the other Noble Factions discover there is another prince with the right to the throne…” The King’s brows furrowed as he curled his hand into a fist at his knee. “Dojin-ah, you’ve seen it for yourself. You’ve seen what this palace looks like when there is turmoil in the Royal Household. I don’t wish that for my children.”

Dojin sighed, giving a solemn nod. “I know, Your Majesty. I know. I just hope that he’ll learn the truth one day...and figure out a way to cope with it.” His lips formed into what he hoped was a reassuring smile. “You know, you could always come and see him yourself. It wouldn’t be your first time traveling incognito.”

The King chuckled. “I dare not without the Queen.”

“Bring her along, Your Majesty.” Dojin saw the surprise reflected in the King’s eyes. “I think he at least deserves to see the woman who brought him into this world, don’t you?”

It was hard to gauge the King’s thoughts at that moment. And there wasn’t a lot of time for him to process it. Because there was a slight disturbance in the hall. Nothing noticeable by any normal person’s ears. But for Dojin, a man who trained in martial arts since he was a child, who spent years honing his senses to peak conditions, could sense the air shifting behind the sliding doors of the King’s chambers. 

They were supposed to be alone. It was the only way for these sorts of conversations to even take place without prying ears. It was the safest way for His Majesty to indulge in the conversations he longed to have with an old friend.

Having that safety net tainted in any way angered Dojin.

Reaching into his robes, he gripped a pair of throwing knives between his fingers. He pressed a finger to his lips as he silently signaled to the King. The King nodded, sticking his hand into the bowl where his white Go pieces were. It would mask Dojin’s next move.

With a whip of his arm, he threw the knives out toward the hallway. They tore through the rice paper on the door - embedding into the floorboards. One set of feet shuffled away and another all but disappeared from hearing range. Dojin’s eyes narrowed as he quickly raced to the door, flinging the doors open and glaring into a now empty hallway. His gaze shifted to the floor where the knives were. There were a few droplets of blood on the polished wood.

He heard the King rise from his seat. “Assassins?”

“No. I didn’t sense any bloodlust from them. Probably a pair of curious servants.” Dojin slid the door closed. “Though it is getting late, Your Majesty. I need to be heading back home.”

“Should I notify the Palace Guards?” 

He knew the King was decent with a sword. Causing a panic in the middle of the night over non-combatants would be pointless. But loose lips would sink the fleet. Dojin couldn’t let that happen. It seemed his old ways of thinking were starting to breach the surface.

Pivoting on his heel, Dojin moved to pick up his sword and satchel. “That isn’t necessary.” He smirked. “In about two hours, it won’t matter.”

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