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until the last star falls

— summary: it was a love you knew would never make it out alive without sacrificing a part of your happiness to receive a greater happiness. but for them, you’d go to any extreme to have them again, and for you, they will always remind you each day that you are theirs and that nothing can tear you apart, not even until the last star falls.
— pairing: underworld lords!bts x shield!reader
— genre: fluff, angst / reincarnation!au / poly!au / gods!au
— word count: 44.4k
— warnings: minor character death, car accidents, mentions of harassment, reincarnation, unrequited love, implied love making
— prompt: “in lifetimes before or after, you are my first and last love/s”

The flames ignite the land of the Underworld, crackling and illuminating the battle scene where a lone warrior stands at an arena filled with the creatures of the dead.
Yet the warrior does not falter, sword in hand, not even a battle cry leaving its lips.
The animals do not go to the warrior one by one, it runs in a frenzy in a crowd at all sides, never taking a moment of hesitation. That was never a word in their dictionary, they were animals after all.
Yet at the same time, hesitation was also not a word the warrior knew.
The armor he wears causes a bit of discomfort, they can tell, as if it is a little too heavy, yet he shows no mercy as the sword cuts through each creature that comes his way. He isn’t just a fighter, he’s a dancer. His body swerves and dodges effortlessly, blade lashing through the air with the same dance. It is the first warrior they’ve seen who made no noise.
A silent killer.
The last creature dies with a harsh piercing of his sword puncturing right into its heart. He stands up, forcing his sword out of its body with blood dripping to its tip but the warrior pays no mind.
They watch him steadily, waiting until the moment the brave warrior final takes off the mask around his head and their eyes widen.
It isn’t a man. It’s a woman.
A beautiful woman that should have no business in the Underworld.
She lets the tip of her sword point to the ground as she kneels in front of the seven Lords of the Underworld.
Namjoon stands up from his throne as he watches her, now just a tiny body amidst the large arena filled with dead creatures of the dark.
You’ve killed them all on your own. A job none of the previous contestants have been able to do. A woman.
“Name,” the God of the Underworld commands.
“Y/N,” you answer.
.
.
.
“I will not allow you to become my shield,” the God repeats again for you to hear him loud and clear since you still could not take a hint.
“Give me a reason, my King,” you ask of him, refusing to back down that easily after what you did to prove yourself. “Is it for the reason that I am born a woman?”
