#Its pity their elements don’t benefit of each other lol

[moonilit]

Anyway, Can I have baizhu in every color

[an-ambivalent]

Yandere! BTS [Mafia AU]

This is based on the anime Katekyo Hitman Reborn. BTS members are all part of one mafia family, and each member plays an important role. They carry an elemental ring that gives them their power. It's not exactly like the anime because I watched it a long time ago, and don’t really like how some of the powers work. It is based on its concept, but I improvised it to what I thought would work better for this au lol.  Warning: As this post contains yandere themes, the characters display behaviors that can be uncomfortable to read. Read at your own risk. This work is purely fiction. I do not believe any of the mentioned members would display any sort of this behaviour irl.

Namjoon (Leader) - Sky Ring

Namjoon was the leader of the Bangtan family. As the leader, he possessed the Sky Ring that gave him the power of orange flames. He was able to combine his elemental flame with any other elements his members carry. Additionally, it allowed him flight. The intensity of his flames changed with the how he attacked -- long range or short range.

The mafia world was gruesome, merciless, and vile. Bangtan were one of the most infamous, powerful, and dangerous gang.  There were  reasons behind the fact that they were able to claim, and continuously attain their high position. Namjoon was a cunning, manipulative, and ruthless individual who led his gang from nothing to the top.

To become the object of Namjoon’s affections, would mean to be at the mercy of a menacing manipulator. Trudge cautiously in the path of his fiery affections, because without caution, you will get burnt.

Hoseok (right-hand man) - Storm Ring

Hoseok had always been beside Namjoon as his right-hand guardian through the thickest times. His loyalty was absolute and unquestionable. To sour the clear skies, one must learn to endure the storm; that was who Hoseok was. He was in charge of making sure Bangtan’s disgusting secrets remained as secrets. He ordered the underlings to get rid off any unnecessary trash. Hoseok wielded the storm ring because he was able to handle its viciousness, and use it to his benefit.

Being ‘loved’ by Hoseok meant to be owned by him. From his partner, he would require dedication like no other -- he would take way more than what you could give. If you wished to keep your freedom, avoid becoming stranded in the emotions of the storm. If you get possessed by it once, there would be no way out.

Yoongi - Cloud Ring - shooters

Yoongi’s role varied between “taking care” of Bangtan’s vile trash that Hoseok was unable to (because let’s be real, they have too much vile trash for only person to handle) — to leading and training the shooters of the family. The power of the cloud rings allowed its user to increase the size of objects and multiply them. As the lead shooter, the cloud ring was perfect for Yoongi. This was because he was able to manifest the number of the bullets, and increase the range of his attack. Most of Bangtan’s raids —if not all, were led by Yoongi because of his power.

As a shooter, Yoongi had a streak of getting blood on his hands a bit more than others. He was quick-witted, cold, and merciless with his opponents. His coldness and merciless would seep into  his love; he was not patient.  So, failure in obliging his demands would lead to cruel punishments.

(vocal line under the cut!) 

Jimin - Rain ring & Taehyung - Sun ring  -  front line attackers / defenders

Jimin and Taehyung  were the lead defenders and fighters for Bangtan. They worked together as a pair because of their great chemistry. Additionally, also because they wielded powers of elements that were polar opposites.

With the ring of rain, Jimin was able to hinder his opponent’s attacks and slow them down. He could create barriers that had the potential to kill people upon entering them, and form the water element into ice in order to attack. Due to this flexibility, he was the ideal ally, and difficult opponent to beat. However, his power was more for defense rather than attacking.  To form ice from the water was a rare trait, and consumed a lot of energy.

Taehyung  was an excellent physical fighter because he had the power of the sun ring  that allowed him to manifest his physical abilities. As a result, he usually had an upper hand on his targets. It also allowed him to heal his comrades.

As Jimin’s partner, you were likely to be subjected to his emotional manipulative tendencies. He would wallow in self-pity to a detrimental level, and use that to make you give into his demands. If you were too rebellious, he would go as far to get himself injured in a battle intentionally. Then, he would make you feel guilty by saying things  like “I got hurt because I couldn’t stop thinking about how cruel you were to me, when I’m always doing my best for you. Fighting for you, fighting for us. You did this to me, so you have to make it up to me.” If you defied Jimin too much, he would use his powers to immobilize you, and then proceed to do whatever he wanted.

Taehyung would simply want you to be his sweet darling and just accept his affections for what they are. If you disobeyed him, he would restrict your freedom and attempt to break you through isolation. In other circumstances, he would not hesitate to torture you by injuring you badly physically. Then, he would heal you just enough so the pain of your wounds would not numb and sting. Afterward, he would rub salt or so in it to inflict pain until you gave up and decide to obey him again.

Jungkook - Lightning Ring - versatile supporter / role 

Similar to Yoongi, Jungkook played a versatile role which contributed heavily to the influence Bangtan had on the mafia world. Jungkook possessed the Lightning Ring, and he was able to execute its power in many ways: defense, attack, electrocute others, or  use it with weapons. For this reason, his role could switch from being one of the leading front line fighters with Jimin and Taehyung, to aiding Yoongi with raids, or interrogating with Hoseok and electrocuting their victims to get answers.

To be Jungkook’s victim lover meant that you would be stuck with someone who was incredibly dangerous and unpredictable. Jungkook could go from being loving, to a sadistic tyrant who expected you to fulfill his unrealistic demands. If you failed to do as he said,  then he would make you pay the price for it. He was a ticking time bomb that could never be understood. This just made him more petrifying as both a Bangtan mafioso, and someone who claimed to love you and would never let you go.

Jin - Mist Ring - assassin

Jin was the master assassin due to his impeccable skills in using sharp weapons. His preferred choice of weapon was a dagger because it is lightweight.  Thus, easiest to swing with, while also being effective to kill his targets quickly. Another reason he preferred the dagger over everything else was because Jin grew up on the streets.

He had a vicious childhood in a society where it was to kill or be killed. As a once vulnerable child, he only ever had a dagger to protect himself with. He spent a big part of his life training and using a dagger, so it became his forte.

Jin was a master of stealth.  As the owner of the mist ring, he could create all sort of illusions such as an illusion of fog to conceal his presence. Or, something much more intense, and realistically horrifying that traumatized and deceit his victims. This also made him a more terrifying assassin.

He would project his suppressed want to recover a normal childhood onto his partner. As a result, he would be smotheringly cosseting of you. It would be in your best interest to do as he said. Otherwise, he would not hesitate to show you realistic illusions of your fears in order to make you submit to him.  

[bellatrixobsessed1]

Hey, uhhh I know its been a while that you wrote something for them but could you please write something for Valtor/Icy where Valtor had been in love with her since he first saw her but thought it was unrequited? I die for the idea that he is despereatly in love and thinks he isnt good enough for her. In the final battle she stays with him, they lose anyway and are brought back to the Omega Dimension and Icy frees them again they stay there. Icy falls for him and after some time they confess.

Lmao this is a lot longer than I anticipated making it. It was gonna be a quick drabble. It is not lol.

The land is frigid and cruel, barren and devoid of sympathy. Harsh and merciless. Valtor shivers, it is not unlike the woman he is confined there with. It is no wonder she didn’t seem to mind when they proclaimed that she’d be going back to Omega. But he minded. He still minds. He has not been built for the cold. 

He can imagine that she is having the time of her life, even without the company of her sisters. The two traitors, he can’t help but feel bitter. And twice over that Icy hadn’t abandoned him in battle, but hasn’t sought him out in the Omega dimension. Perhaps it is that she only stayed because she thought that he would win. Now that he has lost, she has written him off completely. 

That she represents him for his miserable failure. 

He finds himself furious with him as well. He let her get too close. He let himself fall. What kind of evil sorcerer has he become, letting his heart run wild? He is a disgrace to himself and he hasn’t even her affections to soften the blow. 

Valtor longs to kick and beat on the ice. Beat on it as though it can knock his affections for the ice witch away.  But he is locked so tightly within it that all he can do is think. Think and wallow in his own brand of self pity. 

Perhaps he could have won if he had betrayed the three of them. Perhaps they had been dead weight with their constant bickering over him--the sort that hindered their progress. 

Perhaps he should have picked one of them to end the banter. 

Perhaps he should have told her.

But somehow he, the great and feared sorcerer, feared the ice witch. Feared the sting of her mockery. Feared a rejection as frigid as her name. 

In his mind he begins to blur the line between love and hate. He hates that he loves her. He hates her in general. But he loves her. He hates her because he loves her and she has left him to suffer while she played in the snow. 

He closes his eyes, it is the one physical action he can muster. He only opens them at the sound of his frosty cage cracking. 

“You truly are useless without me, aren’t you?” It is just the greeting he expects from her. 

“How many snowmen did you build before coming to find me?”

“Seven.” Icy answers dryly and he truly can’t tell if she is being sarcastic or not. 

“What do you want?” He tries to be as cold as she in his demeanor and tone. 

She quirks a brow, “a real man.” She looks around, “haven’t found one yet.” 

Valtor blinks. “I’m a real man.” He nearly sputters. 

“Questionable.” 

He can’t seem to think of a good comeback. Why is it that he never can with her. He thinks that it is because he hasn’t found anything he hates about her, save for her rejection. “Your attitude is questionable.” He mumbles lamely. 

“Pretty sure that one of my professors wrote that on my report card once.” Icy beckons for him to follow her. 

“Where are we going?” 

Icy shrugs. “They sealed the last spot we breached. I’ve been searching for a new one.” 

“And?”

“I have made just about as much progress as Darcy made in potions class.”

“Wow, you’ve accomplished nothing.” Valtor silently congratulates himself on the quip.

Icy shrugs. “I don’t particularly mind it here.” 

“Well I do and I’d love to get out of here so we can go our separate ways…” 

She whips a snowball at him. “I went down with your sinking ship and you want to part ways!?”

“You don’t?” He tries not to sound too hopeful. 

“Not particularly.” Her tone is once again infuriatingly nonchalant. 

Prying feelings from her is a painstaking task, maybe even an impossible one. But he pushes anyhow. “Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why don’t you want to part ways?”

“I believe that we can still benefit from each other.”

His hopes shatter. “You can benefit from me!” He snaps. “Now that I am free again, I have all the power that I need. I don’t need your help.” For good measure he adds, “you’re the reason that I lost. If the three of you had any competence…” 

Her glare cuts his words short. The gesture she makes with her hands has him dreading a second frigid entrapment. But instead she turns and storms off. He can swear that the temperature had dropped a few degrees. He watches her go and hates the both of them that much more. 

That night there is a raging blizzard. One that chills him to the core. Either she hasn’t wandered off very far or her rage is simply this potent. Or maybe the weather is a coincidence. He doesn’t understand why his words angered her so. She has always been one to brush words off. He wanders his way through the blizzard, telling himself that he is only curious as to whether or not this is her storm. And curious as to how far she has wandered. 

His cheeks are red and stinging and his hands were growing numb. He finds no sign of the ice witch. He has nothing to do but keep pushing forward through the frost and the pelting hail. Valtor walks until the task is too much for him. He slumps forward. 

In waking, he is disoriented and infuriated. She has nearly killed him. He stands and scans his surroundings. 

And he sees her. 

Icy is sleeping rather peacefully for someone trapped with a man she’d thoroughly pissed off.

He stomps up, until he looms over her. She cracks an eyelid. “Oh, you’re awake.” 

“You almost killed me!”

Icy sits up, “I didn’t tell you to enter the blizzard, you did that yourself.” She speaks in a low and poisonous hiss. 

“Perhaps if you didn’t throw your tantrum…” 

“Perhaps,” she mocks, “I wouldn’t have ‘thrown my tantrum’ if you weren’t such an insufferable asshole.” 

He closes the remaining space between them.

“Ooo, scary man.” Icy rolls her eyes. 

He often forgets that she is taller than he. “Yes, I am.” He agrees. “And you will know that soon enough.” 

He didn’t expected her to laugh. “You are truly incredible, you know that?” She asks. “I’m literally in my element, I have all of this…” she gestures to the ice and snow. “You’re surrounded by my power source. But, I do admire your bravery.” 

“Do you happen to admire anything else?” It slips out. 

The question seems to take the witch aback. “Your great aptitude for evil.” She answers. 

“Anything else?” Valtor pushes. 

He is certain that she will say no. Instead, she trails her fingers through his locks, “I was always fond of your hair.”

The gesture is unusually intimate. Icy’s hand lingers there, as though she isn’t quite sure of what to do with it. 

It dawns upon him that the blizzard was born of a feeling of rejection. The very same one he had felt. He wishes that she would just come out with it, heaven knew that he couldn’t. She draws her hand away and turns her back on him. He knows that he is going to have to speak. 

“I care about you.” 

Icy halts. 

It isn’t enough. “I would have chosen you.” 

She turns around. 

“Over Darcy and Stormy, I would have chosen you.”

“Well, naturally.” That cocky smile is back. It is that sort of bold self-confidence that has him allured in the first place. 

He tags along as she wanders away. “Would you have?”

She nods and he smiles. But she ruins the moment, “I would have certainly chosen me over Darcy and Stormy.” He frowns at the words. She gives a rather deep sigh. “I’m here aren’t I?” It takes him a moment to realize that, that is her way of saying that she would have...that she did choose him. 

Valtor’s body acts on its own accord. He pulls her into a tight hug and holds her there for a moment. 

“Alright, enough of this.” She half-heartedly tugs away. When he lets her go, her cheeks are a light shade of pink and he knows that he can’t credit that to the cold. 

“You do feel the same, don’t you?” He dares. 

Icy only offers him an indignant sniff. Yet she makes no denials. 

“You do.” He confirms to himself, feeling rather smug. He fixes his gaze on her. She is an elegant woman. He admires the confidence in her strides.

She casts a lazy glance back at him. “Perhaps I do.” 

He only has a moment to drink in the satisfaction before colliding with a mound of snow. He picks himself up and brushes the snow away. He knows that Icy finds humor in his bewilderment. Her expression flickers from amusement to realization and then to something else entirely.

“I worked hard on that.” She grumbles. 

“You have five more!” He states when he finally puts two and two together. He can’t quite believe that she had been serious. 

“Six.” She corrects. 

He hates it here, hates it as much as she loves it. Hates it with all of his soul. But here, he realizes, he will see different sides of her. The ones she keeps hidden. Perhaps, his imprisonment won’t be so horrid. 

He takes her hand.