The Taste Of Deceit(Hyungline Part Two-Finale)
The Taste of Deceit(Hyungline Part Two-Finale)
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Hyungline- Part 1, Part 2: Hoseok, Namjoon
Warnings: Violence, Dark Characters with Darker Intentions. Disturbing imagery, allusions, blood, and slight gore. And the most important- DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT(Dub-con, Non-con).
This took me so long...It has been a long year.
Word Count: 13k-ish
Happy New Year Everyone.
Kindly excuse typos and errors. No advanced editing done.
(GIF credits to the owner)
"Where are the rest of them?"
The man leading the team asked as he inspected the bloodied bodies of his colleagues, keeping an eye on the cold corpses, while the rest of the team spread out in the house, in search of Officer (L/N)(Y/N).
They were not very hopeful regarding her survival.
The backup force in the adjacent house, who were allotted to keep a watchful eye, were all found on the floor--cold and mangled. It was a direct dent in the department. A declaration of war.
His eyes scanned through the bed, trying to figure out any oddity in the darkness. Switching on the lights would alert the lurking enemies. And he could not afford to lose more of his team members. Tentatively, his gloved hands ran through the bloodied sheet, the room stunk of it.
Finally!
He found something, a square–no, rectangular device. Fishing it out from below the covers, he inspected the device. It seemed akin to a voice recorder. Marred with blood, the man had every reason to consider if (Y/N) deliberately left it there for them to find her, or maybe a clue...they were too late.
Wiping away the blood, he switched it on.
There were a few muffled sounds and some glitches initially before he could clearly hear–
There was a continuous huffing before he heard a gasp and a moan.
"Who do you belong to? Huh–?"
"You-Oh my–ah!"
"Why–I thought y-you fucking worked for the authorities."
"I—Jin-hah! That's notyou, Please!"
It was somewhere between a beg, a cry and a moan. The captain stood still, blood beginning to boil. But he continued to listen.
Officer (L/N)'s gasps and the sound of skin slapping were clear to him as much as what was transpiring in the recording.
"Please Jin—just surr–surrender, this was—"
Smack!
"Tch! Shut it already—You– and I both know that they are never seeing us again!"
"Oh–my—"
"Right Baby, just let g–go–shit! Too much of this fuc-fuking game–yeah? It'sokay..."
The sounds that followed felt like a slap on his face. No, it was a slap on the whole fucking department's face.
"I forgive you, love."
That was the final straw, the officer rose his hands to smash the bloody thing on the ground. Kim Seokjin messed with the wrong person, he fucking spit on the Department. He was going to hunt—
He paused midway.
Kim Seokjin left the tape deliberately. It was an open challenge to the department, he even did not bother to clean up after the murdering two of the officers himself, not the rest too. The recording, the murder scene, the whole house— all these were powerful pieces of evidence.
So why would he just...Leave them behind?
That sly rat obviously did not want to get caught.
But the evidence...
Unless...
"Officers! Officers wherever you are get out of the building I said evacuate the buildings. Over."
He held the tape close as he rushed out of the room and into the hallway."
"Sir, what is wrong?" One of the officers asked through the device.
"It's a trap! I REPEAT IT'S A TRAP! EVACUATE THE—-"
BOOM!
The deafening boom was swift, followed by another within a millisecond, but the amber and the sparks were quicker.
And within a moment, the two buildings burst into flames. Fire and fireproof helmets flying out, some parts of burning cloths, burnt uniforms and perhaps some skin attached to them.
—---
Jin smiled at her sleeping form through the mirror before he felt his burner phone vibrating.
"Sir, it's done." A voice from the other side spoke as soon as he picked up the call.
"Good, now get out of there." Jin instructed before hanging up the call.
He could finally lean back. His eyes remained on the road ahead, along with a smile that he did not wish to wipe anytime soon.
—--------
Waking up was a slow process. But (Y/N) had not felt more blissful before. She felt like she was surrounded by soft clouds. She felt pampered, and it was not a feeling foreign to her but she was relaxed and—-
She woke up with a start, shaking the remaining sleep off her, though her mind was still a bit muddled. Flashes of the night before occupied her mind as she blinked to clear up her vision. He...What had she done?
Did she give in?
She just...She just laid there, under him, taking whatever he gave her
She put her whole department to shame and yet—
The gentle fingers brushing through her hair, detangling the tresses were all too familiar to even guess– she knew it was Jin. Laying behind her.
"How did you sleep?" It was the morning voice that she was used to, but this time, she was alert for a whole new reason.
Did he wish to play with her a bit before slaughtering her?
There was one thing that Kim Seokjin would never forgive, she had learnt in her two years with him– betrayal.
Expecting forgiveness from him after stabbing him in the back was like trying to dig up a well in a desert.
"You need to relax, Love. As I said yesterday, I forgive you."
She frowned but did not dare to turn.
"I forgive you..."
"I forgive you..."
"I forgive you..."
Was that what she heard before she fell into a tired, hopeless, dreamless slumber?
Even if she were to die, she knew that she was no coward. And she would not die like one. So (Y/N) turned around, facing the man who shaped her nightmares and dreams.
Turning around, she realised she was naked, while he was in his usual night pyjamas. And while she had been naked with him several times before, this made her feel vulnerable, exposed even.
"You did not give away the other pen drive, Jagi. Of course, I forgive you. How can I not?"
He looked soft, hair ruffled, eyes slightly swollen, and overall deceptively harmless.
"You killed them."
As long as she could remember, there were two bodies. Two of her seniors lay bloodied and dead on the bed.
"Yes, Jagi, I killed them all." Jin's smile was sweet, the one she had grown used to.
And so was it unhinged.
"You can't hide forever, you know?"
"We, Love. It's us against them. You proved your loyalty to me last night. The remaining doubts shall be dealt with effectively." He rose slightly with the support of his elbow and placed a quick kiss on her forehead. "I will be back, yeah?"
He left after that. Left her with her thoughts as she spiralled further and further down. All the things that had gone wrong and that she had done wrong. Two of the senior-most officers were dead. The department would hunt her down, hunt them down.
She had no clue how long it had been until Jin returned with a tray that she assumed contained breakfast.
"I had the maids prepare a light breakfast, did not want you to get your stomach upset again."
She frowned. Why did she not remember any of that?
"I–I threw up last night?"
"Yes, you did, even had a fever. Perhaps things were too much for you. Had me worried there for a while. Now, rise up, you must eat something."
"Why are you doing this?" She refused to believe that she was 'forgiven', she was not even apologising in the first place. "If this is your way of prolonging—"
"I could have killed you the day I found out who you were."
She stilled at his words. They were obvious but that did not stop the chill that descended into her spine. It was a strange cocktail of sadness and affirmation.
"But I didn't..."
I couldn't
The words lingered with uncertainty in the air.
"I wanted to see how far this little game goes. And then I saw it..." He tilted his head as his lips curved into a condescending smirk "...How naïve you were. It's pathetic actually. Thinking what you do is the 'right thing'."
"You run an underworld business of drugs and weapons Jin. No matter what you do, how you are, you cannot separate that from yourself...You have blood on your hands Jin and the only way to wash it—"
He interrupted her with a loud scoff that broke into a cackle.
"Honey, you don't wash it all off, it took my blood sweat and money to build this empire. And then I watch some puppet idealists coming to topple it...It's amusing."
He gently laid the breakfast tray on the foldable table placed over her lap.
"It's a game (Y/N). A big game where people like you are only disposable pawns...Why do you think the department is bothered about me now? Why not years back? I was easier to crush then."
When she only frowned, he continued.
"Because they are not hunting for sweeping the city, or the nation clean. They are hunting for those who cannot be loyal to them. Once you are ready to spend billions on election campaigns, domestic and international deals, give money to their pretty puppets and invest in their projects– be their loyal dogs, do the dirty work for them...You are free to do whatever the fuck you want."
He gently cupped her cheeks, leaning in to level with her gaze. "One Government topples, so does their favours upon their underworld allies, the next one would only want to uproot them all. It's not about just tice, or charity, or protecting the city. It never was. It has and always been about power...Once they find out that you have not handed over the other pen drive, you are going to end up with a 'criminal' bullet lodged into your head."
"What about the bullets in those officers' bodies?"
Jin only smiled "If my soul were made of what has shaped yours, Jagi...I would not have been where I am."
He placed a tender kiss on her forehead.
"Get something into your system. I will prepare a bath for you."
Standing up, he towered over her.
"For now, you are not allowed to step out of the room without my explicit permission. Not until my trust in you is restored completely. You still went to meet them, and I cannot risk another slip-up."
"So I am your prisoner."
"Of course not, Jagi. I have a special place for my 'prisoners'. You are the woman I love and refuse to lose. You are the one for me. But fortunately, love cannot blind me to the realities of your position. It is just a bump in the road, we will pass through this."
She could not even begin to decipher what odd amalgamation of emotions she was feeling at the moment. It was all too much. But she knew one thing...She was trapped. A trap she had willingly walked into.
"I will let you have the bath to yourself. Finish up, okay?"
With that, Jin walked into the bathroom. The little muffled sounds here and there let her know that he was doing what he said he would do. Exactly that.
—--
The water felt perfect against her skin, washing away the aches and clammy sensation. But nothing could wash away him. He was imprinted on her mind, and even if he had thoughtfully left her alone in the bathroom, (Y/N) felt him everywhere, in everything. It was like the whole place, not just the bathroom or the room, but each brick was breathing Kim Seokjin.
It was an odd situation. After everything she had seen and experienced, she knew that there was something going on in Jin's mind– he was concocting a plan and if he was not, then he had already emerged as victorious.
She would not be surprised though. He had himself revealed that he had known her true occupation for a while now. It was all a bait. Her two seniors were dead, and perhaps even her colleagues who were in the other house and—
The realisation hit her like a truck. Before she knew it, she was scrambling out of the tub, splashing water everywhere, slipping here and there. But she did make it back to the room, albeit with only a bath robe on, she rushed out of the bathroom, only to begin searching for a TV remote.
She finally found it on the nightstand.
"There are only speculations we can make as no confirmation has been provided by the Police Department or the intelligence. The intensity of the blast was moderate but enough to kill each and every officer present in the two buildings...."
The words of the reporter sank later than the pictures being displayed on the screen. There were all twenty of them.
Five of whom she had personally worked with on her previous missions. Out of the five, two were the ones she recognised as friends, close friends.
The rest of the six were acquaintances and the others, she could barely remember their names.
But all of them were her colleagues.
Her colleagues with families to look after, one of them was expecting his first child in the world, and another was the only hope for her aged and ailing parents.
And now, they all were reduced to nothing but burnt flesh and ashes.
"Jagi, I thought you were in for a nice, relaxing bath, why are you crying?"
She had not taken notice of his presence first, it was only after he gently wiped her tears did she realise her predicament.
It was like she had blood in her hands.
"Why?"
When she looked at him with the question, his unreadable eyes expressed the unexpressed. There was no other thought in her mind.
"They were innocent—"
Jin cackled– one that sounded everything that she had heard before when it concerned an expression of glee. But felt like nothing she had felt before. One that could inspire unadulterated fear. It was sinister– mockingly sinister at its best.
She had fallen in love with a cruel, cold and evil man.
"You have known me for years now, have you not...(Y/N). Have I ever been forgiving to obstacles? They were the wall between us, our love."
And yet he claimed to love her.
"It was a small warning, Jagi. You know that I could do worse."
He was right. She knew him, after all.
"Now, we would not have to worry about some petty people in uniform trying to come after us. Don't think too much about this and tire yourself out."
He took the remote from her grasp with ease and switch the television off before gently leading her back to the bathroom.
(Y/N) was in a daze, letting him take her out of the bathrobe with ease before he put her back in the bathtub after moderating the temperature again. But when he joined her, the feeling of his warm skin rubbing against hers broke her daze, but the faces of her colleagues never vanished from her mind.
She heard him sigh as he pulled her over his lap, relaxing in the perfectly warm water, basking in the soothing fragrance of lavender and pines. It felt like once she closed her eyes, she would be somewhere else, somewhere beautiful.
But she did not dare to close them.
(Y/N) knew that the moment she closed her eyes, the faces of her friends and colleagues would flash in front of her.
She felt his body against hers, roaming hands, fingers drawing circles over her shoulder to comfort her. But none of them worked.
"I know that there is a lot of questions in your mind, so may dilemmas. But you will see Jagi. You will see how much far we have come. You chose me. You made the right choice."
His voice was that of a siren– hypnotic, melodious, but one that would lead its follower to their ultimate demise.
That was Kim Seokjin.
He told her once that she was the one for him, and they would grow old together.
She knew that he would have it no other way.
He was not afraid to spark a bloody battle for that. But there was no line to it. He did not care who or what the price was-- he would have what he wanted, where he wanted.
She realised when he turned her head to land a soft but promising kiss on her lips.
He wanted a battle?
His lips were soft but firm, his hand on the side of her neck left no room for backing away.
She would give him war.
She kissed him back, cautious, but not empty of thoughts.
***
The days were humid, and the nights invited light to moderate rainfall. Life in the relatively remote town was peaceful, in a nutshell.
To live in innocuous obscurity, to work for nothing but to run her and her family was what (Y/N) needed after everything she and her sister had been through—her sister Chae, her only surviving family. The same family she had smashed someone’s heart for and perhaps ruined his life forever.
She might as well be a monster in his eyes. But with her experience through all this, she had learned that not all monsters were evil. And that just made everything much more complicated.
She never knew Min Yoongi.
Of course, she had heard of him, maybe even seen his pictures a handful of times, but never paid much attention.
Not until Chae, her sweet little sister, and her only family, was diagnosed with an illness that was slowly swallowing her up. And (Y/N)’s regular office job could not pay the bills for too long. Their savings were running out, and the treatment and medicines were weighing heavy.
She was desperate.
Truly desperate
And truly desperate people never weigh morals, risks, or possibilities.
They take any chance given to them.
So did she, when a decorated officer offered her a chance to save her sister and find a better life for both of them.
She took the chance; it only took her a day to think through everything. They were paying for her sister’s treatment and the medical bills; they were to overlook Chae and her security, and the net money to be transferred into her bank account after the work was done was good enough.
That one offer had everything she desperately needed. Not desired. Needed.
She was never worried about herself– walking under the shadow of a man like Min Yoongi, she had to have courage. And she was courageous because she was desperate. Whatever she had heard of the man was foul deeds and evil temperament; she had never let that diminish her courage.
To the officers, Min Yoongi was a monster. A clever monster who needed to be pulled out of the sea.
It was for the betterment of society– she was not doing anything morally wrong if perceived through those lenses.
But that was the catch.
People, morality and justice were not read through a single lens, they needed prisms to look at, to analyse.
She had learned that with her time spent with Min Yoongi. Her experience defied every other fact she had learned from her temporary employers. He was no monster. But as she dug deeper into his life and his personality, she discovered that the officers were no liars either.
Min Yoongi was a monster after all. But he was not evil. Not every monster was evil, not every evil looked like a monster.
Min Yoongi was an intimidating man. True to the officers’ words, he was a dangerous man too. Before she knew it, she was already praying that the assumptions about him would be proven false and that she would never have to hear his deeds from his lips.
The same lips that had kissed her so softly, the eyes that looked at her with such a distinct tenderness, closed when her fingers traced his scar. Her touch was soft, but his hold on her would be delicate. It always had been.
Until the doomed night.
She was frozen with shock when she looked into his eyes– the same eyes that once held tenderness seemed to belong to a true predator. For the first time, she truly felt the danger that she was in.
She was in a lion’s den. Unarmed. Unprepared. But desperate.
She saw the shadow fall over his face, she truly saw why even a decorated officer would not like to mess with Min Yoongi without an intricate strategy and heavy backup.
And yet, she had mouthed ‘Run’ to him.
As if she wanted him to get away. To be saved.
Perhaps he did need a second chance— to be saved from the chilling darkness she had seen merging with him.
But she was no saint, and definitely not his saviour.
She was his doom.
It was an opportunity too good, too bright a chance. And she took it.
Yes, she had grown to care for him, even sympathise with him, more than she would like to admit. But she loved her sister. And she did whatever she needed to do to save her only family.
She had religiously avoided watching the news for months. Three months since she had settled into town with her little sister. She did not want to burden herself anymore.
I did what I needed to. We needed to survive.
She told herself again as she prepared warm milk for Chae along with her medicine. It had become kind of a ritual ever since that night.
“Chae, get off the tablet now. Time for bed.” She called out from the kitchen before making her way to their room from the kitchen with the tray with her.
“Just a few more minutes!”
(Y/N) could not help but feel uplifted by the sound of her sister’s chirpy voice, it had withered so pitifully once. But now, as she was recovering, their trips to the hospital had reduced from every three days to twice a month.
“No. Screentime’s over. Give that to me.”
Despite her sister’s whining, she took the gadget from her tiny hands and replaced it with the cup of milk.
“Say ‘Aaa’”
Chae opened her mouth wide as (Y/N) put a circular tablet into it before helping her gulp it down.
She let out a soft sigh after she finished the cup– soft pink in shade with the partially protruding face of a smiling panda.
“Let’s get you to bed. Why don’t you show me how you make your bed before going to sleep?”
“Yes!” Chase jumped up, ready to show (Y/N) her newfound field of expertise.
“Look, you first, take off the pillows, clear off your bed…” She spoke as if there were cameras around, like the lifestyle shows and YouTube videos on ‘How to Do Household Chores Right’.
She had been watching such stuff lately. And while (Y/N) felt that her Chae might be a little too young to learn how to make pancakes, if her sister enjoyed the sense of independence and thrived in it, (Y/N) did not mind.
She watched her little sister work with a fond smile until she was done and was beaming with a smile that (Y/N) held the most precious to herself.
“And look, it's all done!”
(Y/N) clapped in appreciation and played along, before tucking her into bed and switching off the lights, keeping the nightlights that made the ‘Glow-in-the-dark’ wall stickers illuminate better before placing a goodnight kiss on the top of her and leaving the room.
—---
Laying on the bed after a long day felt good. She doubted that anything could even compare to the comfort and sense of safety a familiar, comfortable bed would provide after a long day of toil and trials.
Sighing, she let herself sink into a relaxed state of mind, welcoming the sleep that was rapidly filling her eyes– rapid but soft and—
Buzz! Buzz!
The vibration from her phone jerked her out of the sweet lull with a low gasp. Her senses stood alert as she blinked away the rest of the sleep. In the dark room, her phone’s screen illuminated in a way that there was no other way but to look at it. As if, it had a sense of urgency to it. as if it demanded for her to look into the text.
She knew, of course, that it was all but her imagination– the phone would not buzz a different way for different situations, and neither would it illuminate any brighter to alert her.
With a tired sigh and heavy eyes, she unlocked her phone and opened the message from an unknown number.
Indeed, it was a very important message.
—------
It was a nice place– at least nice in the sense that it served good food and had a warm and cosy atmosphere– something one would expect from a cafe in a fairly isolated town.
Not many people visited the town, neither tourists knew about it. A perfect hiding corner in the country indeed. They had considered sending her out of the country, and they had assured her that once things settled down, they would.
But here was the thing– she depended on one of the officers to inform her if the ‘things had settled down’. (Y/N) had consciously avoided any news or updates regarding Min Yoongi.
She was indeed afraid of coming across something upsetting. She already was miserable with guilt.
Sure, she never loved Min Yoongi, but she had grown to care for him, to understand him and truly see him for what he was– a love-starved, broken soul.
“So…”
She began, eyeing the door and the road outside for any sign of a vehicle with red and blue sirens.
“Is there something to be worried about?”
In her time with Min Yoongi, she had mastered the art of poise, to some extent. However, she never had the chance to master her fear– she never felt the need to. It was an odd sense of safety in his company, she knew that nothing could touch her when she was with him.
But he was an exception.
The man in front of him was an officer in disguise. She remembered him for he had been closely associated with Mission Raven.
“I have not been keeping track of any news regarding—”
“There’s nothing on the news Ms (L/N). Nothing at all. That night, the police station blew off.”
She stilled, slowly processing his words.
“There was no record of his arrest because he was to be shifted to a bigger, more secure station overnight but…”
“So…So everyone there…”
The officer sighed and nodded.
“Min Yoongi was never found. What a coincidence.” He shook his head with a bitter chuckle “When I joined the police force, I thought that I was going to be a hero– help the people in need, bring justice…That night, when my eyes met Min Yoongi’s, I felt my resolve faltering for the second time in my life.”
He shook his head with a sardonic tilt of his lips.
“The first time was while I shot a criminal dead.” He added before taking a sip of the coffee that no longer had steam rising from its surface. “Overall, I am glad that I and two of my teammates had gone out for a cigarette break…So we survived.”
He gulped and eyed his surroundings with a subtle nervousness that made her heart thrum with warnings.
“Though I have been transferred to some other city, I thought that I must warn you. I waited, did not want him to track you down. Miss (L/N), I suggest that you leave with your sister tonight, and leave the country as soon as you can. Min Yoongi’s men killed every person in the building. We hid, but we saw him walk out, saw them walk out…Oh–look, please don’t panic.”
It was when his flow broke did she realised that her cheeks were damp with tears.
“(Y/N), are you alright?” The young officer frowned in concern.
“I…I need to lea-ve.”She cracked up, as her voice crumbled.
With quivering legs and hands, she rose from her chair, uncaring of the loud scraping.
“I can drop you.” He offered.
“No…No, you…you should leave. We are no longer safe. Are we?”
The officer pursed his lips before shaking his head.
Picking up his card from the desk, along with her handbag, she rushed out of the place, gasping for breaths. She thought she might feel better with some fresh air in her lungs. But she had no time to think. She simply rushed to her car and drove away.
(Y/N) felt like she was in a daze.
It felt like a bad dream. An ominous one.
But it was no omen, it was no dream.
It was real.
During her two years with Min Yoongi, she came to understand him to some extent. Nothing slipped past his mind, ever.
A favour or a betrayal, he paid his debts. With interest.
And she had gifted him, on that night, one of the worst betrayals a man could endure. She had seen love in his eyes before that doomed night.
But that night, he had the misfortune to witness the flicker of madness– simmering, still tame, in control. There was an odd gleam in his eyes– one that reminded her why Min Yoongi was so feared after all.
Hastily parking her car, she rushed out of the vehicle and into her house. The setting sun cast an amber glow into the sky that was gradually descending into deep blue and lavender. It might rain heavily– not ideal for travelling, but she had no other option.
They had no other—
As soon as she entered the apartment, her thoughts turned silent.
Everything felt tense.
For once, her heart skipped a beat. But she was reassured by reminding herself that Chae would be usually taking a nap by this time.
For once, she thought that she finally had the peace she had always craved. But now as she moved towards Chae’s room to wake her up, she realised how wrong she had been.
With a plan still under construction in her spiralling mind, she opened the door to Chae’s room. The blinds were pulled down, plunging the room into an unusual darkness.
“Chae?” She called out tentatively before switching on the night light.
She noticed her sister’s face first, eyes closed and limbs hanging– and then the body–no, the man who had her in his arms.
Her mind, her thoughts, and her senses plunged into a heavy silence. A silence so profound that (Y/N) could hear a low but unending beep in her ears.
She could see the outline of a back, along with the hair just teasing his shoulders. She would recognise the profile anywhere, at any time. But when the man finally turned, she could not help but take a step back, gluing herself to the wall, under the shadows as her breathing hitched.
There was nothing significantly different, at least whatever view the limited light provided her with showed that. But somehow, his form seemed to swallow every corner of the room. The scar that ran through his eyes till his upper cheek was almost faded out by the shades of blue the nightlight provided.
But she could see his smirk– a crooked, twisted smirk that made her whimper. A sudden gleam had her eyes dropping to his hand that held her sister with a silver gun flat on her back, his forefinger already on the trigger.
“You never told me about your sister…(Y/N).” He drawled, and she thought his truest, rawest nature stood before her.
A predator that loved to chase but also took its time.
“No…No!” Her voice came out as strangled as her brittle knees gave out
“Shhh, you’ll wake her up. I read out a story to her before tucking her in.”
His voice was calm, hushed and steady– a sinister melody attached to it, following his movements as he looked above her. She had not even noticed the two men standing behind her. It was only after they walked past her and took her sleeping sister in their arms that the wheels began to turn in her head.
“W-where are you taking her? No!” With skidding legs and blurred vision, she rushed to them, trying to pry her sister away from them, only to be pulled back by the man whose presence overpowered everyone and everything in the house.
“Yoongi, please! She’s innocent, punish me but—”
Her words were caught in her throat when his gaze held hers. She was looking into the eyes of a creature of the night. The blue light only enhanced the sinister shade his face carried. He was perhaps paler, broader yet his face seemed sharper. No trace of softness.
“You know how many times I dreamt of that night over and over again?” He pushed her closer, so close that she could feel his quivering breath– as if he was barely restraining himself.
“My sister needed—”
“They were simply fishing for the right victim and you just took the bait. What do you think, they would come to ‘save’ you? They don’t fucking care!” He spat.
Under the nightlight, he looked rogue, savage, unfearing.
“You are a criminal Yoongi.” She had no idea where she had found the strength to speak those words, but she did.
He smiled coldly “Of course I am, Love. The one they fear and now won’t dare challenge. You see, there is nothing between us now.”
Her wall of protection had disappeared. (Y/N) knew that she could never depend on them for long, but everything toppling overnight? She had not seen this coming.
“You betrayed me, but also saved me.” He concluded and she felt his hold tightening on her arms like a python.
“No, Yoongi…I didn’t save you. I am not your saviour Yoongi.”
“Oh, Love…I cannot be saved anyway, I don’t want to be…All that is left for you is to accept me as I am. No ifs and buts.”
But how? She never wanted this…She never loved him!
“Y-Yoongi…I don’t–I don’t love you…”,
The silence made her stomach flip. But her proximity to him made her fear for her life.
“They really had filled your mind with filth…” He drawled before she felt the iron grip of his fingers on her jaws. It was not instantly painful, but with each passing moment, the ache rose.
“Look at me, look into my eyes and tell me.”
The simmering ambre flared into an all-engulfing fire in his eyes. Some strands of his hair fell forward, exposing the deranged lover that hid behind the poised man.
She peered into the rage and chaos simmering in his feline eyes- dark but raging with emotions, yet hollowed with loneliness.
“I cared Yoongi, I always did. That is why I wanted you to survive. I wanted you to run, despite knowing who you were, I wanted you to run. But I could never love you.”
It was an odd amalgamation– she feared him, yet pitied him. He, to her, resembled a lost predator. Surviving, hunting, doing what he was born to do…but lost, alone.
“Please Yoongi…Let Chae go…She’s a child. Let us go.” She begged again, her hopes flaring when his hold on her loosened, hands falling to his side as he took a step back.
He only chuckled and looked away.
“I guess our past actions do have consequences…”
In the silence, his lowly voice sounded ominous
“And I must reap them…” He paused before turning back to her “But so would you.”.
She watched the simmering ambre erupting into an all-consuming volcano before he tapped on the earpiece attached to his left ear.
“Is the child with you? Okay, take out your gun and shoot her when I command.”
“NO! NO! Yoongi, please! No”
She was already on her knees, she did not care as long as her only family was safe. His cold eyes peered down at her with a chilling poise before he bent down a bit and cupped her cheek, breaking the neverending stream of tears.
“Wipe off the tears and come with me. If anyone suspects something, you sweet little sister will pay.”
(Y/N) sat frozen, not even registering the thrumming on her knees.
Maybe she was wrong–
Min Yoongi was a monster after all.
And monsters were unforgiving creatures.
—------
Min Yoongi knew that he was not a saint.
He was not a kind man.
But he was also not evil. Not to the people he loved, truly loved and cared for. And definitely not to the love of his life.
He had no shame in admitting– he was a monster- the worst of them all. A walking, talking, repulsive nightmare.
But he loved her. He had forgiven her the very night he was ‘arrested’.
How could he not, when she looked at him with more kindness than he had ever known in this world?
But when she outrightly refused to have ever loved him, the illusion began to crack.
“They were right about you…I never believed them until now but now I do. You truly are an evil monster.”
She had whispered those words to him as soon as they were in his estate. Even with tears in them, her eyes were cold and raging.
“I could never love a monster like you!” She finally spat out when he refused to let her see her sister.
And he snapped. Something deep, dark, territorial and unhinged gnawed its way out.
But he only smirked. Even though he could feel the dull ache behind his eyes, a strange pit in his stomach, he smirked and let it grow into a chuckle.
He must have had his true face out as she took a step back with fear blooming in her teary eyes– he was a deranged, diabolic bastard. With each step he took to close the distance between them, she took several away, until the back of her knees bumped with the bed.
Pulling her flush against himself, he leaned near her ear.
“The officers who aided you are already six feet under the ground– half burnt, half crushed, but dead anyway. All you can do is believe in every word they told you about me…I am indeed a monster, honey. He worst one you will ever know. And you will have to live with this monster. No government, no decorated officer would dare to save you.”
He felt her stiffen and shiver like frightened prey. Indeed, she had fallen prey to his love. He made peace with their reality. She would too.
Humans were adaptive creatures after all.
—--------
The hanging lights on the ceiling were pretty– the crystals shining under the moonlight, but they seemed to swing slightly.
It was only an illusion, of course. It was she, who moved, and the bed while the man above her remained still, revelling at the sight of her rocking hips, spread legs and parted mouth with the dazed bliss in her eyes.
She could only watch the chandelier instead of looking into his eyes with the victorious gleam in them and the sadistic twinkle on watching her fall apart.
“Look into my eyes, Jagi.”
And she did before hot white pleasure surged through her.
“There there, aren’t you the most beautiful of all brides out there?”
“Why can’t I meet my own sister?” (Y/N) was only a thread away from screaming her lungs out all the awful things she could think of at the moment.
Yoongi simply sat, nursing his scotch on rocks, idly watching the part of the vast garden visible from his home office. The place that only a few had access to, the place she had barged in, his guards chasing after her, pleading for her to stop lest they would bear Mr Min’s wrath.
But she could not have it in herself to care. She had not seen or even heard of her Chae for two days in the gigantic estate.
When Yoongi finally looked at her, his stoic stare made something unpleasant steer within her. His eyes assessed her with a flick before it turned steely.
“Why are you in your bed clothes?” It was akin to a sneer. Or maybe it was.
The fact was, she did not give a fuck.
“What have you done to my sis–”
“Have you walked all the way here in this?”
She was wearing a thin camisole under a nightgown reaching beyond her knee. It was of satin material that was tightly knotted but had a plunging neckline she had never cared about.
She did not understand why this bothered him so much. She knew that he was twisted but this was madness.
“I want to see Chae! I have not even heard of her since I–you brought us here.”
Only she knew the anxiety clawing her from within
“She needs to take her medicines regularly Yoongi. She’s just eight, she is a child, an innocent child who needs me.”
Even when she would ask the guards, servants, or maids, they would not respond to her question– that was the only question they refrained from speaking about her sister, or even taking her name.
If Yoongi had the intention to break her down in a slow, painful way, he was on the right track.
He rose from the chair and walked to her “I assure you that she is safe and sound– she will take all her medicines on time, they will take good care of her.”
“Th-they?”
She did not even notice his other hand reaching for her until he wiped the single tear that had slipped from her eyes.
“The school staff. I have sent Chae to Rosenberg.”
“Indeed, you are.”
She felt his fingers slipping away before hearing the embarrassing squelching. Her eyes had closed without her notice, ready to fall into a blissful slumber. It was the second time he had pushed her over the edge of white pleasure.
But she was wrong to think that he was anywhere near done.
Feeling the tight knot snap, she withered under him, eyes still closed, mind still hazy.
Before the swing of the pleasurable high could slow down, she vaguely felt him putting her boneless legs over his shoulder before the ticking sensation between her thighs alerted her.
(Y/N)’s eyes snapped open, just in time when she felt something wet glide over her opening. The protest bubbling up to her tongue fizzled out like a burning matchstick against a storm and the only thing left for her was to moan instead– no matter how much she wished to resist it, she could not help the signs of pleasure tearing out of her mouth.
At first, she felt the odd but pleasurable sensation, almost flinching and jumping away. But under him, with his hands tight on her thighs, almost spilling the flesh between his fingers, it was difficult to even move. All she could do was to let her hands grip his hair. He did not seem to mind much.
His tongue focused on flicking her clit for a while, making her jolt each time with quivering gasps and moistening womanhood. This man surely knew how to overwhelm her own emotions.
“Ro-Rosember?”
“Rosenberg– Institut auf dem Rosenberg. It tops the list for a refined and elite schools, your sister will flourish there.”
He held an air of nonchalance around him as he refilled his glass. Yet Yoongi’s eyes never left her form.
(Y/N) licked her lips. Was it possible to get randomly admitted to any prestigious school so soon in the country?
“So, she will be going to a new school? I can meet her then, right?”
“I think you don’t understand Jagi. It is an elite boarding school, the best of the best. It’s in Switzerland. I sent her there yesterday.”
“You…You sent my Chae to…Switzerland?”
She had to repeat the words herself in order to fully grasp the situation. Yoongi sent her baby sister, who needed constant supervision and regular check-ups to another country-- to a boarding school she had never heard of.
“I have sent them the details and the list of precautions and medications. Besides that, I have connections, Jagi, she will be safe there.”
By the time he finished speaking, her legs turned lifeless and she found the floor. The warmth of the carpet could not subdue the sudden waves of chills and goosebumps enveloping her form.
“You sent her away from me…”
“I gave her a good life. Imagine if it were someone else in my place, Jagi…He would have gifted you your sister’s head first before taking yours.”
He bent down in smooth, silent motion before whispering to her with his arms holding her in faux reassurance.
Her eyes rolled back before the rawness of her throat was registered only after the rocking of her hips had slowed down. Her ears still echoed the short but sharp scream that had forced its way out of her throat like he had been forcing the pleasure out of her.
Her vision was blurry with the mix of tears and haze, but she could see him smirking– smug but somewhat unhinged.
Maybe he was indeed unhinged and cruel. He had punished her– not for her apparent betrayal. But for not loving him the way he had believed she would.
Min Yoongi had closed all doors for her, leaving her with no option but to hold on to the diamond wedding ring that now had its fangs buried on her ring finger– just as Min Yoongi had his claws buried in her life.
“Look at you~”
She heard him coo as her head fell back on the pillow, her movement growing slow and her eyes heavy.
“What has the child done to you? She needs me!” (Y/N) cried out in anguish.
Yet it did nothing to deter his cold gaze or falter the ghost of a smirk he sported with pride.
“Nothing Love, the child has done nothing. I am not her foe. I am giving her the life millions would die for– the best of the best. I would see to it all. But when would you see her again is in your hands Jagi.”
She frowned and blinked through her tears. Up close, his scar did manage to make him appear more sinister than anyone she had ever met before.
“What are you saying?”
“I love you Jagi, there is no limit, no boundary that I would not cross for you. You can meet her after we are married and you give birth to our first child. So it depends on you how soon you can do that.”
He sealed her fate with the offer. But she wondered, how could a confession of love make one’s heart quiver with fear?
“I love you, Jagi, you have no idea how much I do.”
She could smell the sweat and musk as he leaned down to kiss her forehead before guiding his manhood to enter her. Slow, but sure, a contrast of stiffness and tenderness that both frightened and baffled her.
“Oh—” (Y/N)’s voice quivered as she held onto Yoongi’s shoulders in order to keep herself grounded. It was devastating; it was delicious, it was almost divine.
But she knew that this was no more than a nefarious act of him sinking his sharp teeth into her– held down under his thumb forever. He had the advantage, the power and the last word. He was the lion, she was a helpless, powerless prey his claws dug into.
Min Yoongi was a man of his word.
He had told her once that he would marry her and live in his newly bought estate; they were indeed married, fucking on the bed that was flown all the way from a different country.
—---
The headlines flashed on the screen while wheels turned in her head. She sat stiffly without any movements as she watched the news.
“What are you watching?”
As if he were conjured, he walked into their room, some sandwiches on a plate, wearing the most innocuous-looking clothes. He had taken two months off from ‘work’, wishing to spend some quality time with his wife.
One week into the marriage, she was already wearing down. Both emotionally and physically. She doubted if there was any room in the mansion left where he had not taken her, or was there any corner of her mind where he had not wiggled his way into.
“Your company is taking responsibility for constructing new police quaters and renovating the old ones?”
“Yes, why are you so surprised?”
“There are others, older candidates. Why would they give the project to you?”
Yoongi smiled and sat down beside her.
“You are so smart, Jagi. It would be a sin to hide anything from my wife, would that not? Let's just say me and the Internal Affairs Ministry are friends now.”
He leaned in and kissed her cheek before handing her the sandwich he had put his time making.
“So, no one disrupts me now. For a long time.”
“You did this to make sure that no one comes searching for me, right?”
He grinned.
“I love you (Y/N). There is no limit that I would not cross for you. Eat up, I have a really good movie for us. You will love it. After that, we can have lunch, all your favourites.
He went on, while she spiralled further. Any hope of getting out of there was crushed then and there.
He had not taken his time to track her down. He had taken his time to plan. And execute the plan thoroughly. Tracking her down was child’s play for him.
Min Yoongi was indeed a monster—a clever, stubborn and dangerous monster.
And she was in his realm, and she was there to stay. He would make sure of that.
***
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Your beloved is waiting for you in the lush gardens, waiting to spirit you away from the oppressive air of Inazuma, and you’ve been exceedingly quiet as you tiptoe through the darkened hallways of your family home. Freedom is so close, you can practically smell it. And just as you’re opening the sliding door with baited breath, it’s your older brother who confronts you.
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❝ PINK. PINK. PINK. ❞
⌗ Hate is a powerful emotion. But not by itself.
ㅤYou don’t remember anything. Nothing except you were fighting against them. But ... What happened next?
ㅤYou don’t know. All you remember is white filled your vision and then everything went black. And then ... You woke up in another world with Akumu.
ㅤA new world to destroy.
ㅤYou were ecstatic at the thought of stealing even more souls in this new dimension. So much so – that you completely forgot about the battle with the skeletons.
ㅤThough it took you a few minutes to render what was going on and getting used to being in this world, you were still as excited as ever – a beaming smile plastered on your face as if you did nothing wrong.
ㅤAkumu seemed to react alongside you, bouncing around with a grin. You two were quite literally jumping around at the thought of stealing even more souls!
ㅤAfter all, this is a new world, right? Then that means that there’s so much more monsters and humans here! Your eyes sparkled in pure ecstasy at the grassy landscape before you.
ㅤOh how you can’t wait to destroy everything!
ㅤThe pink gradient in your hair glowed and the statues of you lit up as a sign of your happiness, but neither you or Akumu notice because of joy.
ㅤAs you calm down and think about what you’re about to do, you look around your surroundings and skip towards some sort of nation built with stone walls around.
ㅤAs you arrive, your eyes glitter when you see so many people. ‘This is going to be so fun!’ you though to yourself before you get interrupted by a shout. A shout directed at you.
ㅤYour eyes widen when you hear the people scream profanities at you, rotten fruits being thrown in your direction. You don’t get it, isn’t this a new world? They shouldn’t know you or your past crimes, so why are they insulting you?
ㅤYour hate grows stronger. ‘They all deserve what they’re about to get anyway.’ you growled under your breath, Akumu seeming to be reacting with you as it dodges the moldy apples.
ㅤYou, once again, get interrupted by multiple people – in knight armor – running towards you. Your eyes widen in shock, but Akumu summons a shield for you to protect yourself from their blows just in time.
ㅤThe citizens step back in surprise, how did you do that? That’s not possible! You’re an impostor, you should have no such power!
ㅤBut that doesn’t give them the assumption that you are the Creator. Why? Because the ancient scrolls never mentioned anything about your power or how it works. Nobody has ever seen it.
ㅤAfter all, they were already blinded by their devotion to not recognize you as their one and only Creator, let alone notice that your abilities are far too powerful to be an impostor’s doing.
ㅤYou dodge their weak attacks before they use their vision. ‘What the?! They’re humans, how is that even possible-?!’ you think to yourself as you attack back.
ㅤYou don’t think anymore as you use Akumu as a weapon, your signature scythe. You land a hit on most of them as Jean tries to come up from behind before you knock her back, hitting against a hard wall with a fatal injury on her stomach.
ㅤThey only try harder, you almost killing them with a life threatening injury if they don’t get treated right away. Speaking of, healers surround the injured and unconscious people while you fight those who are still battling.
ㅤ‘This is tedious.’ you thought as you slash the rest of the knights in various areas. Stomach, arm, face, you name it.
ㅤAs you glare at them, they are left terrified and confused when you leave Mondstadt’s gates to head to another nation to give them your best impression of your abilities.
ㅤAfter all, you didn’t want to just steal their souls now. Not yet, as it is too early. Sure, you may or may not have given them hallucinations (that you control), but they should be grateful they even have a soul for now.
ㅤPerhaps another time.
━━ ⌗ NOTES ⵓ @byulla-ponk, @gunterdon, I did it ... Betty! Reader is here now and I feel like I’ll make more parts of this in each nation and maybe more stuff.
To the people who have read this random fic I just made, if you don’t know what Undertale/Glitchtale is then sucks for you because you may or may not be left confused.
Ok but 5am brainrot that's been on my mind for a while.
Imagine a very short lived imposter au that's mostly normal/soft au, where there was an imposter on your throne before your arrival who tried to get you hunted down but one, some people tried pleading on your behalf because you genuinely hadn't done anything but exist and two, Teyvat sorted out quickly who was the real one and oops now you're their God!
So, of course, your acolytes choose to double, triple and quadruple their worship towards you, to atone for being so willingly blinded by an imposter and to make sure your treatment is incomparably better.
Except, they quickly realize they have no idea what to do.
You see, the imposter was greedy, egotistical and borderline sadistic. They covered all the luxuries and fineries of the world, they demanded worship, and they didn't let even the most minor perceived slight go unfinished. These are the rules they're used to following.
But you, dearest you, despise the lot of it. You turn down gifts left and right (inadequate, they think, they must find a treasure beyond anything the imposter laid their hands on), you become uncomfortable in worship (their prose must be lacking, they think, they must find more exquisite language to praise your name), and you demand naught from them (you must despise them, they think, to not trust them with your desires). They must do better, they think, until one incident brings a new perspective to light.
Your servants and acolytes were always on their best behavior around you, the children were kept far away as to not accidentally incur your wrath (a shame, you wanted to dote on the dears), and an incident had yet to occur in your presence.
Until, in the middle of a banquet in your honor, a servant girl tripped and spilled the contents of her tray across the ground, a sin enough in your presence, but even worse—she spilled water onto the edge of your sleeve.
The hall went silent.
All eyes on her, the girl trembled silently on the floor, awaiting her judgement. Even just the embarrassment of a failure was a cause for execution, but to sully the Divine One's clothing? Surely she'd be tortured for a fortnight before being allowed the release of death.
But before your attendants could move to react, you took a step forward, and then another, and another, uncaring of the mess, as you made your way across the short distance to the girl, who began to silently cry from the fear.
You opened your lips, and the room winced in sympathy. Until—
"Are you alright?" You asked, offering your hand to help her up. "That looked like quite the fall."
She could only stare at your hand, lost in shock..
"It's alright," you reassured her, lips twitching up into a smile. "I don't bite."
Hesitantly, fearfully, she took your hand, allowing you to lead her back onto her feet. Were you going to shove her into her own mess and call for the guards? Were you making sure she was healthy enough to endure the torture? Were—
"Does it hurt anywhere?" You asked, eyebrows drawn in concern as you look her over.
That snapped her back to attention.
"Your—Your Grace—" she bowed her head, not daring to meet your gaze, "I apologize—I swear I—I didn't mean to—"
You cup her cheek, gently raising her gaze to your gentle expression. "I know, it was just an accident. These sorts of things happen." You release her. "Perhaps you should sit down for a while, regain your composure. Don't push yourself, okay?"
Without any further thought, you left her to her recovery, returning to your Faithful once more as the girl's friend quickly led her away and another two got to work on clearing the mess.
When the issue of your sleeve arose, you simply laughed it off. "It's just a little water, it'll be dry in no time at all."
That's right, they think, they'd once catered to the whims of an imposter. Their kind, beautiful, benevolent God now stood before them, and they would Worship in a new way to fit Their desires.
Woo-jin or Gyeong-su bf headcannons from all of us are dead , pls & thank you :)
Bf headcanons
a/n- tysm for requesting this! I made it super fluffy and cute (and I did both characters! :)), so hope you enjoy! Also, I kinda rambled on with both hcs and got off track sometimes, but I think you get my point tho and I think they're cute :D ALSO, I barely edited this, like at all, so if there are mistakes or something was worded weird or sounds weird pls let me know❗
premise- bf headcanons about Gyeong-su and Wu-jin
rating- PG-13 (kissing??)
warnings- fluff, talks about kisses, and I dont think there are any?
Gyeong-su
-he acts all dorky ("class clown" energy), which he totally is, but he'd show you a side of him that no one else gets to see
-like as soon as it's you two alone, he'll start acting like the gentlest gentleman ever (with some jokes thrown in there ofc!)
-he'd always be super sweet and flirty
-but, especially before you two had started going out. he'd always have the pick-up lines and cheesy sayings ready before he saw you, ready to try to make you like him, which you already did ofc
-after you finally said yes to his flirtations and pick-up lines, he'd feel like he just won at life, like he accomplished getting the only thing he'd ever wanted: you
-the first few weeks of dating would include so much teasing, blushing, soft pecks, and soft cuddles
-after you got out of the "honeymoon" phase, he'd still be super flirty and dorky, obviously, but he'd start being less shy and nervous and being more vulnerable and intimate with you
-remember when I said that he'd be super gentlemanly as soon as you two were alone? What this means is him not wanting to show too many of his emotions to anyone but you (such as how much he likes you or wants to kiss you)
-did I mention that he'd be super teasing? Yes, yes I did, and I'm going to again, because you know how flirty this man would be, no matter what stage in the relationship
-he'd just randomly come up to you when no one was around and kiss you out of nowhere, making you super flustered, which makes him smirk: "what?" like you know what you just did, sir 💀
-obviously we know he'd be super sweet like 24/7, more funny when everyone else was around, but still a sweetheart, nevertheless!
-he'd give the softest cuddles in the world when you're feeling down (or if you're fine, like he'd totally just want to cuddle you all the time-)
-and you and this man would roast eachother, yes you're dating, yes you like eachother, yes you're super sweet to eachother, but you would totally just start joking around and roasting eachother out of nowhere
-like if you're tall and he couldn't reach something and you saw him struggling, you'd grab it for him and sweetly give it to him and then you'd walk away but not before muttering something like "short ass", and if you're short, then vice-versa.
-oh, and the first time he says the magic three words, he'd be super, super nervous. He definitely prepared a whole ass speech or a special dinner or just something for the occasion.
-and all his nerves would go away when you finally said it back :)
-anyway, your relationship would be filled with the sweetest laughter and the sweetest kisses :D
Wu-jin
(Sadly, I could not find a gif for him!^ :()
-yo, this man right here^ yes him, I love him
-i feel like he'd be the first to contract feelings, like, all of the sudden, he'd start being super giggly and shy around you
-and him always being super sweet and nice, like he always is, but this time more, what's the word? flirty?, would make you super flustered and try to figure out if you had a crush on him
-"hey, y/n!" he would say from the doorway of the classroom before walking over to your desk with a smile. You'd turn away from your friend to speak with him. "Yes?" you'd ask him when he didn't say anything. Suddenly a pink tint was seen on his cheeks before he just suddenly blurts out "You look really cute today." This would make you extremely flustered and honestly you would not know how to respond, like he just said that out of nowhere. After seeing your reaction and how speechless you were, he'd become less shy and walk away with a tiny smile, satisfied
-after all of these tiny compliments, quiet jokes no one else could hear, and those sweet smiles saved just for you, you finally came to terms that you had a huge crush on him, I mean who doesn't
-you had been building up the courage for awhile and decided you were going to give him your name tag. You wiped the sweat off of your palms and triple checked that your name tag was still in your pocket
-when you gave it to him, he'd be super shocked. Which led you to believe that he didn't like you back, so you'd try to reach for the name tag out of his hand and you'd start muttering a sorry, trying not to cry. But, then his hand would stop you and he'd be like "Nuh-uh, you already gave this to me, its mine now!"
-he'd finally tell you how he feels and ask you out, which would in turn make you super giggly and happy
-the first few days before your first date were awkward, just seeing eachother at school and not knowing how to really approach eachother
-the first date was awkward, but cute, very cute
-after a few months of being in a relationship, people had started to notice you two hanging around eachother and were kinda confused, when had you two become friends?
-you hadn't planned to keep it a secret, you just didn't see a reason to announce it to the world
-Dae-su finally decided to approach you both and ask if you two were dating, obviously he's curious, but it's also his future brother-in-law we're talking about, so ya know he was extra curious, would you be his future sister-in-law???
-"So, y/n, you like my brother-in-law? I never thought I'd have a sister, too!" he would randomly say to you and Wu-jin while walking home after school one day. Wu-jin would just be done at this point. "Dae-su!" he'd exclaim with red-tinted ears before shooing him away.
-the whole school soon knew after that, because, hey, its Dae-su
-his sister would congratulate him, and then ask to meet you to make sure "you're good enough for him"
-your friends and his friends would be super surprised, but excited
-anyway, feel like I got carried away here, but your relationship would be super, super cute (all of your friend group would be jealous) and he'd be super protective of you cuz he loves you so much :(
my beautiful taglist 😘- @sweetrainwrites (rain <3), @freckledwinterfalls (xie <3), @azure-arcanum (teah <3), and @thesunshineshop (network <3) tell me if ya wanna be tagged!
a/n- I've never written a headcanon before, so this is really messy and kinda all over the place, but I think it's cute, and I hope everybody enjoys this! Anywayy, I will be getting through my aouad requests, so expect more of this soon!
YOU'D COME OVER RIGHT? ( scaramouche realises he still wants you to be there until the end ).
— genres: ficlet. hurt / comfort. — cw : breakups, crying, skinship. — characters : scaramouche x gn!reader.
inhale, exhale.
there's a desolate silence that stretches between the two of you, amplifying the painfully clear distance that has only grown since the last time you've met.
"why are you here?"
your voice comes off a lot colder than you'd expected. a chill runs down your spine and you see scara's grip on the doorframe tighten to the point where his knuckles turn white. there's a little part of you that almost pities him, guilty for being unwilling to welcome him back with open arms. you can barely see his eyes from how his head is turned away and his gaze is cast downward, trembling fingers closed into a fist around the string of his hoodie. his entire body shivers. whether it's from the frigid temperatures or something else, you're not entirely sure.
there's no response except the timid clearing of his throat. but he doesn't follow up with any words. there is nothing but silence that occupies the space between you two.
"i thought you told me to leave."
scara's gaze meets yours and your heart cracks a little. god, he looks so vulnerable and … weak right now. a word you never thought you'd use to describe him. tear stains streak across his cheeks and the dark circles and redness around his eyes aren't something you see very often ... if at all. nervous eyes flit back and forth between staring at you and back at the ground before they squeeze themselves shut, as if trying to block out the stark reality that both of you have no idea what to say.
actions speak for themselves, you guess.
as soon as your skin ghosts over his knuckles, his body crumples and collapses into yours with a choked sob. but he doesn't cry; no, not yet, he can't let himself break in front of you. but dragging himself to your front door like this after all that's been said and done — hasn't he already shattered?
your arm snakes around his waist carefully before closing the door and nudging him further in towards the warmth of your home. the feeling is all too familiar — it's almost like those nights after parties when he'd come home drunk with childe and they'd crash onto the couch, scara's slurred words colliding with each other into a jumbled, incoherent mess, just as his usually stiff body would slump gently into your embrace, his typically cold heart melting at your touch. yet the familiarity isn't comforting, rather, it makes your heart ache. perhaps it's the sentimentality of it all, or perhaps it's because you both know there's no way those memories could ever be relived. there are too many strings attached; you've tied yourselves to opposite sides of the room, and now you're unable to budge a single inch. yet a part of you wants to try and break away.
hesitant fingers come to grasp at your wrists and scara's violet irises gloss over in a shade of desperateness you never thought you'd see. he's always been in control ... until now, at least. he's never needed anyone. no one. he's convinced himself he can do everything on his own, that he needs nothing other than himself. after all, anyone that's come close has only ever been turned away. including you. but he can't control you now. he no longer has to encourage you to be more assertive when taking a stand, or execute plans swiftly and with confidence. you know his every thought, his every move. you're always three steps ahead. and now you've had enough of him, and you're slipping through his fingers despite the tight grip he's always had on you.
"sorry for ... coming over uninvited."
for as long as he can remember, scara has never been scared. fearless, heartless, emotionless. he has never had anything more to lose in life. but now he's afraid you'll leave. now he realises he never wanted you to think he'd given up on staying.
he'll fix himself. he'll fix everything, all the broken parts of him and all the shattered parts of you.
"you can just keep coming over. anytime."
Instinct | Taehyung x Reader
Pairing: Hybrid Taehyung x Reader
Word Count: 3.6k
Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Obsession, Stalking (in the animal sense lol) Fear, Blood, Murder, Kind of Cannibalism? Hunting Animals and Humans, Depictions of Dead Bodies, Non-consensual touching, Human Experimentation, Depictions of Gore, Break In, Attempted Murder, Light Spice at End, Insinuated Dub-Con, Taehyung is kind of a switch tbh
Preview: He was huddled in the middle of the road, his arms wrapped around himself as he remained crouched on the wet pavement. But you knew he was looking at you. His golden eyes were glowing back at you, like a predator glaring at you from the depths of the jungle. There was something inside you that knew that he was dangerous, an echo of intuition from thousands of years before you. But you were a modern human, you were good at ignoring your instincts.
A/N: I wrote this in two days due to your guys' interest in the prompt. I chose Tae instead of Jimin, he only has two fics on my blog! Anyways it’s two in the morning and I’m really tired, this is really short compared to the majority of my works but I hope you still enjoy it. ILY and I can’t wait to see you in my inbox and the comments ~ good night my loves 💜
“I’m sorry,” He whispers, the words cracked and broken.
“No, you’re not.” You sighed.
He always did this. He always turned on the tears every time you called him out on his bullshit and you had a terrible habit of falling for it every time. He cried, he apologized, but in a few days he was back on his usual shit.
“But I am, I really am!” He insisted, tears pooling in pretty brown eyes.
“Really? I don’t think he sees it that way,” You said with a jerk of your head in the direction of the limp body splayed on the ground. “In fact, I really doubt he sees much anymore.”
“But he-“
“No!” You yelled, spurring a flinch from him, “You always have some excuse but not this time! I am tired of spending my evenings scrubbing blood out of the grout!”
He could only pout in response because there was no way of getting around it, you were right. It was unfair that you always had to be the one to clean up his messes. But he just couldn’t help himself, he was a killer by design. Not nature, design.
You let out another laborious, tired sigh. It seemed that was all you did these days, ever since you had found Taehyung.
You had almost hit him with your car. It was late at night, a new moon to be exact, the darkness thick and just barely penetrable by your headlights. He had come out of nowhere, his lithe body trapped between two beams of light before you swerved out of the way just missing him by mere inches.
You could remember the feeling of your tight grasp on the leather of the steering wheel, the way your throat constricted and how your chest rapidly rose and fell, and the sound of catchy pop music that was so ill fitting and off putting for such a dramatic turn of events. It was ingrained in your memory, a turning point in your life that you would never forget.
He was huddled in the middle of the road, his arms wrapped around himself as he remained crouched on the wet pavement. But you knew he was looking at you. His golden eyes were glowing back at you, like a predator glaring at you from the depths of the jungle. There was something inside you that knew that he was dangerous, an echo of intuition from thousands of years before you. But you were a modern human, you were good at ignoring your instincts.
As you approached him you noticed several things about him. The dirt and blood that stained his honey skin, his taunt, tense, strong muscles, and of course the ears protruding from his thick, dark curls, and the tail that swung in agitation from his tailbone.
Taehyung was, quite literally, one of a kind.
An embryo spliced with the DNA of an apex predator, something that had never existed before him, a hybrid.
He had hissed at you, stopping you four feet away from his crumpled form. His teeth glinted in the light, a set of fangs protruding from the top row of his teeth with a smaller matching set on the bottom. That noise had every nerve in your body tingling in fright, yet still you persisted.
You made yourself smaller, lowering yourself to the ground so that you were lower than he was with your arms at your sides, every vulnerable point of your body open and exposed to him.
You remembered the feeling of his nose nudging at your pulse point, the warmth of his breath ghosting over your neck, the rumble of a growl deep in his chest before it faded to a gentle chuff as he nuzzled his face against the column of your throat. There were serrated teeth hidden behind beautiful full lips, one little bite would sever a major artery and blood would arch through the dark sky.
Taehyung was a dangerous brand of beautiful.
You often liked to joke to yourself that you were a lonely woman who took in a stray cat. It was easier to use humor to veil the harsh reality of what you had actually brought into your home.
Taehyung quickly became attached to you, it was almost like he had imprinted on you. It was the only way that you could explain his sudden and intense adoration towards you especially when you remembered the way he looked at you when he first saw you. It was like he was hungry.
That hunger was ever present in his eyes, buried beneath the loving gaze it's embers still burned. The fiery gold cooled to a deep brown, his eyes wide in wonderment as he watched you.
You hissed in pain when he dug his fingers into your arms as you tried to help lower him into the tub. A hiss died in his throat as he slowly sunk into the warm water, a gentle purr took its place.
“There you go,” You hummed as you helped him wash, the tub water steadily growing murky as you scrubbed the grime and blood from his skin.
The noise he made as you washed his hair, massaging his scalp and the base of his ears, was heavenly. A beautiful baritone groan that melted into a purr. After all, panthers were still cats.
When you pulled the drain plug and went to grab a towel, he spoke to you for the first time.
His hold on your arm tightened, his soft eyes turned primal once more. “Don’t leave.”
His voice was deep and raspy. It sounded like he hadn’t spoken in a long time, it sounded animalistic. It suited him well.
Over time you learned Taehyung never wanted to be alone. He clung to you at all times no matter what you were doing and despite your protests he followed you to bed every night. He would wrap you up tightly in his embrace sealing you into his prison-like grasp with a leg draped over your hip. His adoration was constricting.
“It was cold,” He finally explained to you, “They kept me in a room all by myself. It was all metal and concrete, they fed me with long silver tongs. I was always alone, the only touch I knew, hurt.”
You held him tighter that night, your heart ached for your panther. All he wanted was for someone to love him, he was just as human as anyone else.
“Please don’t hurt me.” He whispered, nudging the back of your head with his nose and breathing in your scent as his pretty fingers smoothed over your ribs in a slow, circular pattern.
In reality, it wasn’t you that would end up hurting anyone.
You had noticed something was wrong when he lost his appetite. He would stare down at his plate with a bored and confused look in his eyes, poking at whatever he was supposed to be eating with a lack of interest.
“Please, Tae,” You would beg, using the soft and soothing voice you knew he responded well to, “Just a few bites for me? You don’t want to hurt my feelings, do you?”
He would acquise with those big adoring eyes before taking small and faux enthusiastic bites. But it was clear he wasn’t enjoying it and you had an idea as to why that was. But it was easier for your own sanity if you ignored the glaring problem.
It became unignorable the night a man broke into your house.
Taehyung had heard it first, the shattering of glass and the metal squeak of door hinges. He had crept out of bed and stalked into the hallway, clinging to the shadows as he watched the man attempt to sneak further into your home. He was trespassing into his territory and that was a dire mistake.
You were awoken by the screaming. You jolted upright and were greeted by your pitch black bedroom. The screams persisted, deep, panicked, blood curdling screams followed by a wet gurgle and then an ever scarier silence.
That feeling was there again, that intuition that was buried inside of you that was begging you to lock and barricade the door and not go investigating the source of those screams. But Taehyung was missing and you were scared without him.
The hallway was dark, but a single beam of moonlight shone through the broken window of the front door and illuminated the carnage in front of you.
Taehyung was bent over the body of a man. His tail was slowly skirting over the floor in delight as he ripped a chunk of flesh from the man’s shoulder and tilted his head back. His throat bobbed as he swallowed, the blood on his face gleaming in the moonlight.
You could see the man on the floor now, his throat had been ripped open and blood was steadily pooling around him. His eyes were vacant, his jaw was slack. He was dead. Taehyung had killed him.
Taehyung was eating him.
There had always been a part of you that had considered this to be a possibility. It explained why Taehyung was in the state he was in the night that you had found him. It explained how he had escaped that facility and why he wasn’t hungry for days after. He had killed and consumed his handlers.
Despite the panther ears and tail, you often forgot that Taehyung wasn’t entirely human. He was so sweet with you, so clingy and adorable. But he was still an apex predator. He didn’t want to be fed with tongs or served cooked meals. He needed to hunt, it was ingrained in his DNA.
You watched in fascinated horror as his teeth and textured tongue expertly removed flesh from bone. He was finally eating.
You took a step back only to trip over a bag that had belonged to the intruder. Out of it spilled horrifyingly familiar items. Duct tape, zip ties, knives. It was a kill kit. Your breathing stuttered and your heart dropped. There was not a doubt in your mind as to what that man had planned to do, and Taehyung had stopped him. He protected you.
His golden eyes were looking at you now, their narrowed predatory gaze relaxing, and his soft round eyes returned. He rose up from his animalistic crouch with a fluidity no normal man could possess and slowly approached you.
You closed your eyes as he neared you, your body on fire from genuine fear. It was a toxic blend, the love and the fear that you felt for him. You flinched when his large hand cupped your face and held your breath when you felt his lips softly drag over your cheek leaving a streak of warm blood in their wake.
“I’m sorry,” He mumbled, a stray tear escaping his eye and rolling down your cheek, “I’m so hungry.”
When you opened your eyes you were met with quite a sight. Taehyung had always been beautiful, the most beautiful man that you had ever seen. But the way he looked now made you realize how sick you were. How could you think he looked beautiful with those full lips stained red and the glaze of a shed tear streaked down the curve of his face.
Taehyung never asked to be made, and now he had to suffer the consequences of his creation.
“It’s okay baby,” You cooed, your thumb brushing a bead of blood from his lower lip that he chased with his tongue, swiping it off of the tip of your finger. “Finish your meal.”
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There was a shift that night.
The relationship between the two of you was changing. You could see it in the way he watched you. It was a different kind of hunger, one for a companionship he had never been able to have.
And his regular appetite was changing too.
You tried taking him to the forest, letting him hunt small and big game. And it worked, but the human side of him would often combat the animal side. He craved the complexity of hunting humans. He craved satiating his wrath against humans, the very beings that had created him.
Animals worked in the short term, but it was never long before another man ended up dead in your yard or in this case, on the kitchen floor.
“You said it was okay if it was bad people!” Taehyung tried, his ears pressing down flat against his skull as his tail twitched behind him.
“Yes, bad people Tae! Intruders, rapists, murderers, not delivery guys!”
“He entered my territory-“
“This is my house, Tae! My house! Don’t start with the territory shit again.”
“I can’t help it, you know that! You don’t feel what I feel, it’s instinctual, I need to do this!”
You gripped your hair tightly in distress before leaning against the counter and dropping your head into your hands.
“People are going to start noticing, Tae. You can’t keep doing this. If it’s not the police then it’s going to be the people that made you and they’ll take you away from me, is that what you want?”
“No!” He yelled, grabbing you by your shoulders and spinning you around to face him. “I want to stay with you, please don’t let them take me away!”
You softened as he began to cry again, his tears wearing away at you like they always did even though you were very aware of the fact that you couldn’t keep letting him do this. You cupped his cheek and lightly wiped his tears away as he bumped the side of his face against your hand before laying a bloody kiss to your palm.
You couldn’t think rationally when he treated you like this. Your head was also hazy with desire when he did this. It was completely and utterly unfair.
“Come on, I’ll put you to bed.” You hummed before taking his hand and guiding him to your shared room.
It was even harder to think clearly when he looked so adorable, wide eyed and curled up beneath your blankets. That was why you needed the distance. You needed to think about what more you could do, you couldn’t keep letting him kill innocent guys whose worst crime was getting a little handsy, like the delivery guy. You knew what it was, you knew what desire looked like in someone’s eyes. Taehyung was wiping out any man he saw as competition. He had said it himself, it was instinctual.
Your heart ached when his eyes filled with confusion and it tore in half when despair overtook him as you shut and locked the door, trapping him on the other side. You could hear him scramble across the floor and you watched as the door knob jiggled.
“Please open the door!” He called through the wood, “Why are you doing this, please let me out!”
“Just calm down Taehyung, go to sleep, I'll be right back.”
“I didn’t mean to scare you, please open the door, I’ll be good I promise! I won’t hurt you!”
“I just need some space, just lay down, I’ll be back.” You said firmly despite how horrible you felt for confining him to your room.
“No, no, no, no! Don’t leave me, please! I’ll be good!” He continued to yell and continued to break your heart.
You couldn’t bear to listen to his anguished, panicked cries especially with the knowledge that you were the cause of them.
You could still hear his yelling and banging on the door as you dragged the body out of the kitchen, a long and laborious effort that left a large streak of blood behind you. This wasn’t the first time that you had to do this but usually you had Taehyung to take care of all the heavy lifting while you took care of the cleanup. It was a morbid, macabre chore, but one you had come accustomed to frighteningly quick.
In your backyard, there were several piles of dirt. Some had been freshly turned over while others had sat undisturbed for some time. Above each pile sat a freshly planted rose bush. There had been a time where your backyard was barren and neglected. Ever since Taehyung had entered your life, you had done quite a bit of gardening…against your will.
You huffed in exhaustion as you patted the soil smooth with your shovel. You would need to pick up another rose bush tomorrow.
You had figured this would be the best way to deal with the problem, and it helped Taehyung in some odd, primal way. Sometimes he would sit outside with a satisfied look on his face like he was proud of what he had done. You knew it was because it felt that he had eliminated another threat or competitor. It meant that he had you all to himself again.
Fear and love are a volatile blend. Could you look past your fear because you loved him? Or did you love him because you were afraid? Afraid of what would happen if you didn’t shower him with affection and attention. Would he turn on you too?
The sound of a loud crack frightened you causing you to drop the shovel. It clattered to the ground and rolled over in the grass, suddenly becoming far more interesting than it had been moments ago.
You glanced back up at the house and watched, frozen in shock, as the door was thrown open and slammed up against the siding of the house. Taehyung stood on the back steps, his hands bloody from clawing at and breaking through your bedroom door. His chest was heaving from exertion and anxiety and for the first time in a long while, he scared you. His gaze narrowed in on you, those panther eyes glowing with hunger and desire once they found you.
With blood and dirt caked beneath your nails you were reminded of the kill he made not all that long ago. The fear you felt was all too real. And, on instinct, you turned and you ran.
You really should have known better. He was an apex predator, he was built for the chase and for the hunt. You had watched the way he enjoyed tracking and stalking his prey before going in for the kill. But in reality, everything you had done up until this point had not made sense. You should have kept driving that night, you shouldn’t have brought him home, you certainly shouldn’t have let him sleep in your bed, and you definitely should have ran the first time he had killed and consumed another human being.
Running was instinct, it was the only thing that you did that made sense.
But you couldn’t make it far. You were exhausted from dragging and burying that body, you were running on empty with a dash of adrenaline. And Taehyung, he was stronger than you, faster than you, and could even see in the dark. It was embarrassing that you had even attempted to escape him.
His strides were completely silent, you had realized he was closing in on you too late and within seconds his arms were wrapped around your chest and dragging you down into the grass.
It had happened so quickly that you didn’t register it, you laid on your back, frozen in the grass as you processed what happened. And once you looked up and caught sight of his canines you began to writhe beneath him, managing to turn over and scramble a foot away before he grabbed you by your hips and dragged you back beneath him. He caged you in between his arms and pressed his body weight against you until you collapsed chest first into the ground.
“Taehyung, wait!” You cried as you felt him shove his face in the juncture between your neck and shoulder.
You closed your eyes then, waiting for him to make the fatal bite that you had seen him deliver time and time again. But there was nothing. You jerked with a surprised cry as you felt his tongue glide over your pulse point in slow languid laps.
“Tae, what are you-“ He cut you off with a menacing growl, one that told you you were not going to dissuade him from doing what he felt needed to be done.
An involuntary gasp parted your lips as you felt his hips grind down against you, his hands sliding up towards your wrists and holding them in an iron grip as his slow licks transitioned into hot, wet, open mouthed kisses along the side of your neck. He was making sure he marked up every inch of skin that was exposed to him.
“I can’t help it,” He whined, his voice breathy and deep as he ground himself against you even harder than before, spurring a soft cry from you. “I need you.”
You supposed this was the better alternative to him killing you. But still, it didn’t feel quite right.
“I can’t.” You groaned.
A menacing snarl echoed beside your ear and in one quick movement he flipped you over onto your back and pulled your legs tightly over his hips. His hold was so strong he wasn’t giving you an inch to move unless it was against him and in the way that he desired.
And in a moment of pure need he firmly gripped your jaw and pressed his lips against yours in a searing kiss. Everything about him was primal, even the way that he kissed. It wasn’t particularly skilled, it was definitely his first, but it didn’t lack passion or desire. He wouldn’t even let you breathe, your lungs burning and singing in desperation for air as he moaned into your mouth while desperately rutting against you.
“Don’t leave me,” He moaned in between desperate, relentless kisses.
‘Tae-,” You tried again only for your words to be smothered once more.
“No, I won’t let you leave me.”
crawling fighting bleeding losing fighting bleeding losing rn sjdbshsvsb I JUST LOVE ITTO SO...SO MUCH??? PLS HE'S MY COMFORT CHARACTER SO HERE'S SOME SAGAU BRAINROT W HIM ALDHSJDBSB Itto is so baby, that I literally made him baby here jsdkfhsdj
tagging @nicebonescomrade cause she said she would love some itto content :>
in terms of warnings, there's a bit of discrimination against Oni at the very start, so please take note! But regardless, i can only write fluff so I won't be going too deep into it
also, i wanna take this time to say asks are open and everyone can send any reqs or brain rots !! however, i still have a life outside of tumblr so if i get bombarded, asks will be closed. I'll also be making an intro post soon sdhfkdf
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"Nuh-uh! I was just trying to help the fox! Its leg got caught under a big rock!"
"Yeah, mom! Itto was just helping the poor fox!"
The little boy's mother huffed in frustration, grabbing her son's wrist and pulling him along with her, "Onis are onis, no matter what! Stay away from them, young man!"
The young oni could only pout as his newfound friend was taken away. He resented being an oni sometimes, the horns that weighed heavy on his head serving as a reminder that he was not human, he does not fit in, he does not belong.
Vision becoming cloudy with tears, the young oni bit his lip.
"I don't want to cry, crying's for nerds...!"
The young Arataki states, his tiny form shaking as the tears started to stream down. Wiping them off, the cry of the fox he saved caught his attention.
"Huh? What is it, little guy? Need some water?"
Itto carefully picks up the fox carrying it to the river for a drink. The fox eagerly drank from the river, Itto patting its little head as he stared into his own reflection on the water.
His white hair was muddied, knots and tangles everywhere as well as a few twigs and leaves. His face covered in dirt from falling down while running away from humans who wanted nothing to do with him.
And to top it off, his auburn gaze turned to his reflection's horns.
Arataki Itto hated his horns.
Arataki Itto didn't like being an Oni.
'If I didn't have my horns, then my friend's parents would let me play with them!'
'I didn't mean to push Renren too hard, I didn't think I could be that strong! I'll be careful from now on, please let me keep playing with Renren!'
'I'm not scary! I just want to play with all of you...'
The fox that was drifting off to sleep next to Itto was startled when the young oni slapped his reflection on the water again and again, getting both himself and the fox wet. Itto continued until he wasn't sure if his face was wet from his incessant attack at his reflection in the river, or from the tears that never seemed to cease their flow.
In a moment of impulse, the little oni wrapped his hands around one of his horns, pulling as hard as he could to get rid of them.
"Come...on...! I don't...need...my horns...! Get off...of me...! AH—"
Losing his balance, the young Arataki fell face-first into the ground. Groaning, he let go of his horns in defeat before feeling a warmth against his skin. Curious, he lifted himself off of the ground, dusting off most of the dirt and soil that got on his face. Following the source of the warmth, his eyes turned to you.
You were beautiful— holy, even. Itto had never seen such a divine being such as yourself. He watches as your hand gently floats over the injured fox he saved, its wound healing instantly. His gaze reaches behind you, you had the most beautiful wings he had ever seen.
Scratch that, you were the only person he's seen with wings! Itto was ecstatic, he called out to you without thinking. After all, no one else had wings like you do, much like how he had horns no one else had. Maybe you two shared similar sentiments.
"Hey! Are those wings of yours the same pain as mine!?"
Your attention was immediately caught, such a joyful voice saying such heartbreaking words. His eyes were glowing with curiousity, yet they also looked hollow. Scanning his small frame, your heart sinks as you think about what the young oni has been through.
You motion for him to come towards you, inviting him to sit next to you on the grass. He does so eagerly, wanting to hear your answer. You dip your hands into the river's cold water and gently clean his face, Itto let you.
"Well little one, they're not..."
Itto pouted, his mood sinking once more.
"Of course they're not...everyone probably thinks you're really cool! You can grab the biggest onikabuto on top of trees, right? Man, I wanna do that too!! All I have are these stupid horns..."
You clicked your tongue, who would dare to say such rude words to a child? Oni or not, Itto was still a kid, trying to get by with his day to day life by himself.
"Now who told you that? Your horns look beautiful, they fit you very well."
Itto was confused, he had never heard anyone tell him that.
"Hey, uh...you're not like, blind, are you?"
You chuckle, carefully removing the leaves and twigs stuck in the young oni's hair.
"I'm not, it's the truth. I'm sure you'll be a very handsome oni when you grow up."
He huffs at you, "I don't wanna be an oni! Humans don't play with oni! You're not human, right? You can play with me!"
"I'm afraid I'm very busy, little one. But one day, I'll make it up to you. We'll fly around high places, run around and help people, and we'll eat all kinds of delicious foods!"
The stars were in Itto's eyes, he failed to notice your wet hands trying to detangle through the bird's nest he called hair— that or he didn't mind you accidentally tugging at his hair while you tried to comb through it.
"Really!? You promise!?"
"Well, only in one condition."
Itto pouted but waited for your deal.
"I want you to take care of yourself while I'm gone, and don't try to pull out your horns, okay?"
"But I hate my horns! People say they're ugly and that I'm a monster! It's not like they're wrong...stupid, ugly horns..."
Itto looks down at his clenched fists, tears pricking at his eyes once more. But this time, he feels your gentle touch under his chin, making him look up at you.
"Listen here, little one."
Itto bit his lip, not used to such intense eye contact, despite your eyes holding nothing but a warmth that felt like home to him, even if he's never really had one.
"I don't know what they said to you, but you're brilliant the way you are. I don't see those ugly horns you're talking about, I see a beautiful crimson crown. A symbol of pride, a testament to what you are; the one and oni."
"...Was that a pun?"
You laugh lightly, Itto pouted once more before laughing with you.
Once laughter died down, you lead Itto to the river, encouraging him to look at his reflection.
Clean and fresh, hair neatly brushed and horns at full display. Itto takes in how different he looked, how his horns seemed to shine proudly against his white locks of hair.
"See? And I'm sure you're a wonderful person too, little one. Horns and all."
For once, Itto was quiet.
Thoughts went through his head, comprehending everything that had just happened. He used his brain so much, he fell asleep.
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You carry the little sleeping oni in your arms, taking him to a nearby village where one of your most dedicated followers lived, she was peculiar woman, and you were certain she'd take the little oni in and raise him with the love and care he deserved.
You knock on her door.
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Itto wakes up in an unfamiliar room with an unfamiliar woman offering him a bowl of porridge, it took a little bit of back and forth before Itto gave in. Looking around, he sees something on the desk next to the bed.
It was a comb, and a note.
"Take care of yourself, my one and oni. We can play together when time allows it.
~ Your Winged Friend"
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"And after that, Granny Oni told me all about our creator, and that's when I decided I'd make sure my hair's always perfect!"
Itto's boisterous laugh fills the teapot as Aether hums.
"Wow...Teyvat's creator really is something, huh?" Paimon comments, but Itto disappeared. Looks like their creator has logged in.
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Itto looks down at the ground below him, soon feeling the warmth that told him his creator was ready to go exploring with him once more. Jumping off, the wind glider opens.
Flying in the skies, helping people, and eating good food. He owed it all to you.
Arataki Itto loves being an oni.
Arataki Itto loves his horns.
Arataki Itto loves you.
Is death the only ending? No.
Warnings: Mentions of Violence, Curses, and Blood
(SAGAU × Manhwa!Au × Villain!Au)
“What the-”
‘I hear... Footsteps!’
“FUCK!”
[ Mission: Survive Time Duration: 1 hour ]
[ Reward(s): Status points x10, Secret skill! ]
Status points can be used to level up your stats like Strength, Agility, Intelligence, and more.
You sighed, still looking at the game-like system infront of you.
“10 status points for surviving them? This is crazy! My life is on the line!” You screamed at it, but that didn't do anything. It just disappeared and started the timer.
You tsked, forcing yourself to stand up but still being careful, not wanting to open up any fresh wounds.
‘The secret skill better be useful.’
“I SEE THE IMPOSTOR!" you heard someone shout, making you recklessly stand up and run.
You can feel your wounds open up, but that didn't matter anymore as you only have one goal in mind.
‘survive.’
You ran, activating your agility and speed skill. ‘I can't die here!’
As the time passed, your fatigue keeps increasing—slowly making your activated skill disappear.
‘Fucking useless. should've leveled up my durability.’
[ 10x Status points obtained! ]
[ New skill gained! ]
[ Updating... ]
‘Wha- It's done?’ You asked yourself as you looked at the timer.
[0:00]
‘Did the timer even rang?'
[ Updated! ]
Name: Y/N L/N | “The Creator”
MP: 45/100 Fatigue: 96 Extra Points: 10
Agility: 15 Strength: 10 Speed: 16 Intelligence: 10 Durability: 9
=====
Skills:
[ Lv. 10 ] Monster slayer (the skill to eliminate monster type enemies with 2-3 strikes/hits)
[ Lv. 5 ] The Creator's right hand (the skill to make things levitate)
[ Lv. 1 ] The favor (the skill to heal any wounds) new!
[ Locked ] Divine Punishment
‘It's pretty useful. Is the system siding with me right now? Heh- pathetic.’
“Use 5x Extra point on Durability, then use the extra points left on New Skill; The favor and level it up.” You commanded the system, as you sat down under a tree and picked an apple from it.
[ Updating... ]
[ Updated! ]
[ “The favor” has leveled up to level 5! ]
“Activate skill; The favor!”
You smirked as you saw green flashes in your body. As you were healing, you threw the apple you ate and examined your wounds. It still hurts but you can now move more faster.
“Now this is interesting~”
Do y'all want me to continue this? What do you guys think?
Heavily inspired by @i-put-the-yan-in-polyandry and @nicebonescomrade
Taglist: @chibikiibielle @xyliope @dapperishere @under-a-starry-night @zhongchi14 @ognenniyvolk @callmemeelah @irethepotato @bardisipatos
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