Roan: You Little Shit

"Roan you motherfucker!" You yell, throwing the broken pieces of your sword to the ground. Roan stands a few feet in front of you, grinning like an asshole. You two were training together, something you had been doing since you both were kids. You two had been raised together, taught to fight together, in hopes you two would be the greatest warriors of your time. Roan had always wanted to prove his worth to his mother, even if it meant stepping on your pride to do it.

"You shit head!" You yell, running at him. His grin fades quickly, he may have convinced the Queen that he was better, but he knew you could kick his ass if you wanted. You ran at him, you gripped him by the throat and kicked one leg out from under him. You slammed him down to the ground, your hand still on his throat. Now kneeling beside him, you seethed.

"You cheated, you messed with my sword!" You growled, moving to straddle him. He looked up at you with a challenging glare.

"I didn't do a damn thing, maybe you're just bad." He spoke quietly, matching your tone. He aimed to piss you off more and it worked. You raise up a fist, ready to full on deck him but as your hand comes down he grabs it, stopping you in your tracks. A confident smirk flashed across his face a split second before he flips you both, now sitting on top of you. He wastes no time pinning your arms to the ground, another thing he had been doing since a young age.

"You little-"

"Ah ah, langue." His words roll off his tongue in a manner that makes your skin crawl, a single finger waving tauntingly in your face. As you strain against him, his grip only tightens. You know you can't win, not from here. You force yourself to let your body relax, a satisfied gin on his face.

"Your submission is greatly accepted." He whispers in your ear making you force back a shiver.

"Yeah yeah, now get the fuck off of me." You snap, he chuckles and nods his head. He stands up and walks over to his sword which now lay on the ground. He bends to pick it up and when he stands again, he turns to you to flash his award winning smirk before heading off out of the arena.

The next time he pissed you off was when you caught wind of a raid you weren't told about. You went to the commander of the army, expressing your distain for not being made aware, but you'd still gladly go. You and Roan, differences aside, always fight together. Side by side you two won many wars, you two were remarkably good together for people who hate each other.

"When do we leave?" You ask the commander.

"Um, I'm sorry Miss Y/n but I've been told to have you sit this one out."

"What? Why?"

"Didn't say." The commander shrugs, preparing to blow you off.

"What do you mean told? No one tells you anything! You're the god damn commander!" Your rage slowly rises within you, being a warrior was your one true job here. You loved war as much as you were good at fighting it, if you were going to start getting denied for things you had nothing left.

"The Queen does." The commanders says point blank and your eyes roll, you sigh and rest your hands on your hips.

"Is Roan going?" You ask quietly, desperately trying to hide your rage. When the commander nodded, you lost it. Yelling out, you bury your fist in the wall behind you. The little bastard got his mother to cut you off, you knew he hated you but this was a new low. You stormed the halls in search for him, people steered clear of you, the desire for blood clearly on your face. You searched high and low for him, until finally you found him in his room.

"Roan!" You screamed out, literally kicking open the door. Roan stood at the end of his bed, shirtless. His shirt in his hands he looked up at you, slightly startled.

"You little bitch!" You went to hit him but like always he saw it coming, he grabbed both of your hands and pushed you onto the bed. He straddled you again but this time he was less proud.

"What have I done now?"

"You bitched to your mother and got me cut from the raid!" You bite back, anger flooding through you. Roan sighed and hung his head for a minute before looking back at you.

"I didn't want you going." He says quietly, getting off of you and slipping on his shirt.

"And why the fuck not?" You keep your tone raised; standing up from the bed and staring at him.

"It's dangerous, Y/n."

"I've been on raids before, jackass."

"This is different; I'm leading our army to where the Skikrew lives. Nia wants Wanheda." Roan speaks with strength in his voice, you literally being the only one in the Nation who isn't afraid of him.

"I'm going on that damn raid, Roan. We fight together you know that."

"No, Y/n, you're not. End of discussion." He says sternly, glaring down at you. You two stare until finally you give in.

"Whatever." You mutter, walking out.

The last time he pissed you off was four days after he left. You had begun to get worried; he should have been back by now. You were granted permission to stand guard at the walls, giving you perfect access to seeing when he came back. Late into the fourth night, you see the flicker of torches in the distance, when they finally come into view you see less than half of the army made it back. Your eyes scan the area to find Roan; you needed to know he was okay. He's not leading them like he should be; you start looking at the other horses and see him, laid up against another warrior bleeding profusely. You run down the halls and to the med bay, he being the Princes you knew he'd get tended to first. Bursting through the doors your wicked eyes search for him. You grab ahold of a passing doctor, stopping him.

"Where is he? Where's Roan?!"

"Come with me," he leads you over to one of the beds and motions for you to go to one side.

"We're short on doctors, do exactly what I tell you to." The doctor demands sternly, for the first time in years you were actually scared. Your partner, your best friend, was laid up on a table dying. There were nasty cuts all over his body but there was a bullet wound in his lower stomach that was the main problem.

"Take this," The doctor shoved a rag into your hands and placed them on the bullet wound. "Apply pressure."

He was bleeding so much, it was everywhere. He was soaked in it, it was spilling onto the floor, and your hands were coated in it. You stared at his blood on your hands; it was the worst sight you had ever seen. You acted like you hated Roan but you didn't, you cared deeply for him. You wouldn't let him die. His face suddenly contorted in pain, he let out a groan as he regained consciousness.

"Hey hey, Roan, look at me." You try your best to keep your voice steady but you fail. His eyes crack open to look at you, then around him.

"Hey, its gonna be okay Roan. You're gonna be fine." You continue to talk; he pushes his head into the pillow groaning.

"Okay, move your hands." The doctor takes your place and begins to clean the wound. Roan lets out a yell, trying to not push away from the doctor. Instinctively you grab his hand, pulling it to your chest.

"Look at me, focus on me Roan." You try to draw his attention away from the pain, doing anything you can to help. You hated seeing him like this, it broke you in ways you never thought it would.

"What are you-AHH-what are you doing here?!" Roan hisses sharply "You shouldn't see this, I'm not your problem." He tries to push you away but you stay, holding on to his hand.

"You're my partner, Roan. My best friend and you sure as hell are my fucking problem." You bark, making it clear where you stand. Even through the pain Roan musters up a chuckle, nodding ever so slightly before being consumed with pain again.

"God damn it, Roan. Why did you have to go without me?" You mutter, watching the doctor stitch him up.

"Why do you even care, Y/n?" Roan hisses

"Because I care damn it! I care about you Roan! I care what happens to you, and I know you care about me too!" You say rather loudly, you were tired of him trying to push you away. Silence falls over you both, except for the occasional grunt in discomfort from him. Finally Roan breathes sighs and looks at you. He doesn't speak again until morning.

You stay with him the entire night; you needed to be there if something happened. You tried to sleep but insomnia ruined that for you. The sun begins to shine through the windows and you still haven't slept, you stare off into nothingness while your mind wonders. You're so gone that you don't even notice Roan shift awake. Gently he places his hand on yours, bringing you back to him.

"Oh, Roan you're awake. Do you need anything? Some water?" You place all your attention on him, making him smile slightly and nod. You grab the small bladder of water that was on the table beside you, raising it to his lips. When he'd done drinking you go to stand up and leave but he catches your wrist.

"Y/n..."

"What's wrong?" You ask, worried.

"Nothing it's just, you were right." He sighs, letting his hand slip from your wrist to your hand.

"I do care about you. A lot."