#oddly enough this kind of touched on another deadly sin

[ddaeng-181338]

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✦ Free Masterlist

✦ Taehyung X Reader (gender neutral)

✦ implied themes — nothing major yet

✦ “My father is no longer my father. He lost that title the day he killed my mother.” Taehyung glanced back at you quickly, a sad look in his eyes. “Its heartbreaking in a way y/n. That a father turned their child against them in a horrendous attempt to make them vow loyalty.”

Your feet moved easily among the dark stone below you. You stood out like a sore thumb — white feathered wings expanding gloriously behind you. Way to be subtle.

At least you were free. Maybe running away straight to the underworld wasn’t the smartest choice. But at least you were free of the stuck up snobby folk that were up above. Your father especially.

You grimace slightly as your wing gets caught on yet another branch. “Dammit” you reached around to pluck it carefully from the black branch. You didn’t know where you were going. But you figured you’d know when you got there. Wherever there was.

Blackened water shone slightly ahead of you. The dull cloudy light filtering in meekly on the blackened world around you. It wasn’t common for an angel of heaven to be wandering down in hell. But you found it —oddly— more peaceful than the world you were born into.

You reached the edge, the black looking water rising and falling gently against the dark rocks. You crouched down, hand reaching out to touch the water out of curiosity.

“I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me”

You froze, hand halfway to the water in front of you. The deep rumbling voice sent a chill down your spine. You looked up slowly, eyes focusing on a tall rock near the middle of the lake. There, perched on the Rock, was a fallen angel. Black wings expanding wildly out of his back. Long enough that they were dipped into the water below.

He was wearing a bored expression, dark curly hair framing his handsome face. A face you found far too handsome to be real in fact. His head rested on his hand, looking at you with bored expectancy. “Cat got your tongue?” His voice was truly startling.

You stood slowly. Arms falling to your sides as you merely blinked at him. After a moment you spoke. “I don’t know exactly what you expect me to say.” His face didn’t move. His eyes piercing into yours. “You could start by telling me your name at least.”

“Y/n.”

For the first time since you looked at him his expression changed. Brows furrowing and creasing his head. Your heart skipped a beat as you realized he just may know who you are. Your father was second in command to the ruler above. Your family was a well known one both above and below. But maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t know.

“Are you not going to tell me your name?” You figured cutting off his train of thought would be your better bet. And to your surprise it worked, his face returned to its previous bored look.

“Taehyung.”

Your eyes widened a bit, you knew him. The second youngest of seven boys. The seven deadly sins, the sons of the king of hell. You caught a smirk on his lips before it faded as quickly as it appeared. He knew you knew him. Chances are he knew you too.

“So let’s cut to the chase darling. Why is the child of the second in command down here?” Darling. You grimaced, you hated that word more than anything. “I’m not your darling.” The smirk you only saw for a moment openly reappeared this time.

“Hit a nerve did I? Not surprising honestly you seem like the sensitive type.” He was playing with you. He wanted you to bite back. You were speechless for a moment, you didn’t know exactly how to respond but you most certainly didn’t want to give him what he wanted. “What do you want from me taehyung?”

“I said it already. I want to know why a pretty little thing like you is wandering down here. In enemy territory no less. The child of a higher up in enemy territory? And you don’t seem at all alarmed. Did you come here purposely?”

You walked closer to the water’s edge. Sitting down gently and letting your bare feet hit the water. “I left on purpose, ran away from home you could say. I was sick of it up there, all the uptight pompous idiots corrupting the place that people believe is paradise. I know I’m not welcome here Taehyung. But I feel a hell of a lot more at home down here than I do up there.

“So this isn’t your first time down here.” His question was more of a statement. You smiled easily, despite your heart racing in your chest. “Observant aren’t you Taehyung.” He moved from a crouching position to a sitting one, mimicking you almost. You vaguely noted the open collar of his Leather jacket.

“I’ve seen You once or twice down here dear. I’ll credit you though, you’re quite cautious. Not one thing down here has noticed your presence the few times you’ve visited. However you’re not just visiting this time are you.” You smiled , eyes fluttering to where your feet disappeared into the black water. “I want to join your ranks. Sickening as it may sound huh?”

He was silent for a few moments, you looked back up at him again to see him studying you with furrowed brows. “I’m not joking Taehyung. Ever since my mother died my father has been abusing his power. He’s hurt me in ways I will never begin to describe. He turned me into his enemy.”

You could see the Interest in his face. “You know dear. I was wrong saying you were sensitive. You have thicker skin than I thought. Definitely more balls than I Thought too.” You smirked “I’m no scared bitch Taehyung. I need your help.” Your previous worries faded as you could see you had won him over.

“Well my dear. I can help you. For a cost.” You raised your brow. “What cost is that.” He smiled, standing up on the rock he had perched himself on — hands slipping into his pockets. “You have to live with me. I can’t train you and teach you if you are sneaking from place to place. My brothers are trustworthy. They’ll keep your presence a secret. And they won’t mind you at all. You’re a wild card my dear. You chose the right side.”

You smiled. Standing up and bowing slightly to him. “I’ll pay your cost taehyung That’s not a hard one to pay truly for the things you and your brothers could teach me.”

“I like you y/n. I can tell you’re just as greedy as me.” You scrunched your nose at that. This time a smile graced his face, and for the first time since you saw him— your heart began to race. He was standing fully now, the beauty that was Taehyung stood before you with dark wings as broad as an ocean. They just reached the water now, the ends dancing slightly in the small rippling waves.

You watched curiously , expectantly to see how exactly he was going to get off the rocks and to the shore where you stood. In one swift motion he jumped, and was beside you. You blinked , a bit surprised at how quickly he came. It was like a bird taking off momentarily, just to take a great leap a few feet away, wings barely moving before landing swiftly again.

Standing next to him now you realized he towered over you. The man himself was as broad as his wings, dark curly hair seemed thick and soft as it hugged his features. His clothes as expected were all back , a mix of leather and a material you couldn’t totally describe, maybe it was denim, or maybe it was leather too you really couldn't figure out.

“My place is a bit of a walk away. We could of course fly but you’d stick out , so we are left with no choice but to walk my dear.” You clasped your hands together at your back, wobbling back on your heels before pushing forward to your toes. “Which way are we heading?” You could tell he was eyeing you up and down, eyes scanning you for any sort of weapons. He knew there was no possible way that you got down here without some sort of protection. And he would be wrong. You left with nothing but the clothes on your back. No real concern for your life in those few rash moments before you took off.

“I left quickly , I took nothing with me when I left. No food, no clothes, no weapons.” He seemed a bit surprised that you could read him so easily. But he gave you a small nod before turning to the right. “My home is this way, i know the way by heart of course. We should be there within an hour by foot. If we could fly it would only take a few minutes. But alas…” he took a theatrical pause to look you up and down. “We can’t fly.”

“More time to get to know each other then stranger.” You felt oddly comfortable around the man. One who you had been trained to believe was a big enemy. Hell he could think the same of you. He had his guard up, you knew so. And you didn’t blame him — but you were too hurt and tired to care anymore. Hell if he killed you , you wouldn't mind, you’d at least be able to find your mother again. Your heart ached at that thought. “Talking is my strong suit dear, i can make this walk feel as quick as flying...you don’t even have shoes?”

It seems he finally glanced at your feet, had he not noticed when you sat down to put your feet in the water? “I left quickly.” He shook his head in an almost amazed disbelief. “Tell me about yourself taehyung.” You followed behind him swiftly as he made quick work of the ground below him. “I’m the second youngest of seven brothers. I’m sure you know that, and you’ll meet them soon. I must warn you they are even more intimidating than me. But they are just as kind. You see , we are portrayed to be cold and ruthless — which we can be. But we are as nice as the folk up above before you father took part in the corruption of it.”

“My father is no longer my father. He lost that title the day he killed my mother.” Taehyung glanced back at you quickly, a sad look in his eyes. “Its heartbreaking in a way dear y/n. That a father turned their child against them in a horrendous attempt to make them vow loyalty. I couldn't fathom that feeling dear. If my father ever did so to a brother of mine i would have acted the same as you. Truly i see a bit of myself in you.” You furrowed your brows at that. “You met me no less than fifteen minutes ago.”

“It doesn’t take me very long to read someone’s character. However you dear, still have a lot I can't read.” You smiled at that. “You’re a lot different than I thought, you’re easy to talk to.” You were walking side by side now, the blackened forest expanded in all directions around you. Despite the lack of light it still wasn’t dark. It was fascinating to you. “Do you live with your brothers?” You didn’t mind the quiet between you both. It wasn’t uncomfortable but you wanted to fill that void for just a bit.

“My youngest brother lives with me as well as one of my elder brothers. We live apart but our homes are within sight of each other. And then my eldest brother lives alone in a house that is right between both homes.”

“So you live apart yet still together?” You watched a grin sneak up his face. “It does sound odd doesn’t it? We live together yet don’t.” A deep rumbling chuckle left him, a smile tugged on your features just at the sound. “It’ll be interesting to see, I must say I’m curious.” Your walk continued like that, simple banter that lightened the heavy feeling in your chest. Until finally the forest let up, and you were greeted by three massive homes. Just as described, they were within sight of each other, and a home in the middle that was pushed back a bit. They had lantern lit paths going from one home to another. All three meeting in the center where a well stood.

“My brother Namjoon should have a plan for you dear. A way to help you fit in here and become a great warrior.” He rolled his eyes at warrior and you laughed. “Namjoon is the type to say something like that I’m assuming.” Taehyung merely nodded. “Be warned though dear, they’ll be a bit hostile at first.” Your heart rate spiked a bit in that very moment. “I’ll calm them my dear don’t worry.”

“Brothers!” You jumped slightly, Taehyung’s deep voice booming across the open land. It seemed to bounce off the rocks that surrounded you. Truly the underworld was too much to even begin to describe. You glanced at each home, watching with curious yet terrified eyes as six figures emerged, three in one direction, two from the other, and one straight ahead. All walking towards the well that connected the paths. “Don’t be scared dear.” He took your hand and lead you towards the center as well. You nearly jumped out of your skin at the action, but it was oddly soothing nonetheless.

“Brother… the hell have you brought with you.” You locked eyes with a shorter man. Plump lips and disheveled dark blueish hair. The same wings taehyung had was shared with all six men that stood before you. “Y/n… his child . But his child no longer. I’ll let them introduce themselves yeah?” Taehyung turned to you, encouragement shining in his eyes.

“I’ll make a long story short for you six. I am the child of seraphim no less, one i refuse to name and refuse to acknowledge as my father. I left my home above to come here for a few reasons. One of them being that I cannot stand to be within a mile of the thing that used to be my father. His corruption has run so deep that he killed my mother. In an attempt to make me loyal to him. He killed her in cold blood to make a point. And I want nothing more to kill him… to make a point. I’ve rambled enough have I not. I’m here because I want to become one of you. I don’t want to have anything associated with the shit hole above.” You finally looked up — the six men were looking at you with some sort of emotion you couldn’t totally pin point. It was a mix of pity and understanding.

“You see Namjoon, I figured if anyone could help them out it would be you. There are ways to transform a child of light to a child of dark. Oh and, they’ll be staying in our house of course.” The one he referred to as namjoon nodded, he was a taller man with silvery hair. “My pride would never let me fail dear brother. I shall help you dear.” He looked directly at you now, a small grin on his face. “We’ll we should all introduce ourselves shall we not? It would be rude if we didn't.” Namjoon glanced up to look at his brothers, all of which nodded.

“I’ll go first then, since we are going to be roommates y/n. I’m Jungkook, the youngest of seven.” You smiled timidly at him, giving a small nod. “I’ll go next then, I’m Jimin.” The blue haired man didn’t smile , he didn’t give off the same kind of feeling Jungkook did. “I’m the third youngest of seven.” He was short and quick and looked away from you only a few seconds after he finished speaking. You gulped a little.

“I’m Hoseok! The third eldest. It’s nice to meet you lovely y/n. I think you’ll fit in here just fine.” The warmth of Hoseok’s voice made the tension in your shoulders disappear. He was a charmer, you could just tell by the way he was looking at you. Almost as if there was a lust in his eyes. You let yourself smile, he wasn't going to harm you. Next your eyes fell onto the taller man that came from the house just straight ahead. The eldest of seven. He towered over you, his wings just as broad as his shoulders — you smiled at that realization. “I’m Seokjin, eldest of seven. It’s a pleasure to meet you y/n.”

He was short spoken , granted there wasn’t much to say. If anything your long self introduction was warranted since you’d be entering their homes. And lastly, your eyes landed on a man to your left. “Yoongi, second oldest, nice to meet you.” Even shorter than Seokjin, but not as warm. “Don’t mind him, he’s short with new people.” Taehyung’s voice was warm against your ear and you shivered from surprise. “You must be cold dear. Lets settle you in to your new home.” Taehyung motioned you up the path to the right of you. “Brothers, lets meet for a feast in two hours time.” They all nodded before heading back their separate ways. Jungkook and Namjoon trailed behind the two of you, talking quietly as you entered the doors of the home. “I’ll show Y/n to their room. Dinner will be in two hours. However I’ll be down shortly to discuss the transformation rituals with you in the library.”

Namjoon nodded at taehyung “I’ll start looking through the books brother. I’ll let you know what i have found as soon as you are done settling them in.” You noted how easy they made it sound. As if switching from light to dark is as simple as dying your hair. But you knew from studies you had secretly did, a change was a long process, painful even. Thousands of years prior it was used as a torture method. You knew damn well it wasn’t going to be easy, but you weren’t going to mention it until you knew what Namjoon had found.

You climbed up the second set of stairs in silence, taking in the decor around you. Despite everything being so dark, it was still light. The inside matched the outside exterior and world surrounding it. Yet despite everything being so utterly dark...it was still light. “Alright dear here we are.” Taehyung pushed open a heavy polished oak door. It opened into a spacious large bed room. A king size bed settled in the middle along the far back wall. It was covered in warm looking blankets. At the foot of the bed was a carpet that spread out to the fireplace. Two couches and a chair sat comfortably around a coffee table. Along the wall next to your bed was a grand window. One that you could sit in, as it jutted out enough for a small plush bench was attached to it.

The rest of the room was filled with organized clutter. “Don’t mind the books, namjoon tends to leave them everywhere but the library.” You shook your head, walking around Taehyung and into the spacious room. “ i don’t mind…” you trailed off, eyes roaming wildly around your new home. The door shut with a soft click and you turned to face Taehyung. “Listen y/n… before you get too comfortable there are a few things we need to go over...take a seat.” He motioned towards the couch and you followed.

He took a seat on the couch across from you—hands clasping the together before resting them under his chin. “You gave me reasons as to why you are down here and the help you are seeking my dear. But you must understand my brothers’ safety is my first priority always. Are we at any risk because you are here? Is he going to come looking for you?”

You fell back against the couch. Legs crossing as your white wings relaxed around you. “He couldn’t care less about me. As far as he knows … I’m dead. I won’t go into much detail about that Taehyung but he believes I’m dead and gone, not an issue to him anymore.” Taehyung nodded, eyeing you from head to toe again. “Why do you keep doing that?” You felt bold for some reason, taehyung smirked, he seemed oddly pleased to be called out. However he remained quiet. “You’ve been giving me once overs since you first saw me no less than two hours ago. At first I thought you were checking me out for weapons that I could have hidden. But now you’re just doing it for your own pleasure no?”

Again he smiled, “you’re a beautiful being my dear. My eyes are drawn to pretty things.” You felt heat rise up your neck , dusting across your cheeks before groaning. “You’re just as flirty as your brother Hoseok. Greed, you are as lustful as your brother.” Using his real name caught him off guard but he didn’t seem to mind you making such snide remarks. “You’re getting bold my dear, we haven’t even known each other very long…”

His eyes lingered on your face for a moment before he sighed. “Go take a bath, de-stress and relax after your long journey. I’ll come back within the hour to bring you to the library after Namjoon and I chat.” With that he gave you no room to reply, getting up swiftly and leaving the room. You felt strange in that moment — it wasn’t until he left that you realized how your heart was beating out of your chest. Your head fell back against the couch and you let your eyes flutter shut. Calming your racing heart only took a few moments before you sat up and heading for the door you assumed was the bathroom. Much to your surprise it was a closet.

“I’ll be damned…” you turned around laughing slightly at how bizarrely huge your room was. You went the opposite direction , towards a door on the other side of the room. There it was, the master bath. You gasped , amazed by the black marble tub and long counter. There was a huge walk in shower full of the same black marble. “I’m going to like it here…” you sat on the edge of the marble tub, fingers running along the cool stone until you reached for the sliver faucet. You let the water run for a few seconds, it was clear. You reached down carefully to plug the drain—letting the tub fill with warm water. You began searching the cabinets for some soap. Smiling when you landed upon a lavender body wash and shampoo.

“A little of this wouldn't hurt huh?” You took the cap off and poured a little bit into the water, watching as bubbles appeared and lavender steam filling your senses. You placed the small bottle on the edge of the tub while you turned the water off. Gingerly you slipped out of your clothes. Dipping one foot in before stepping in entirely. Slowly you sunk into the hot water, heaving a sigh of relief as you settled in. You couldn’t believe how calm you felt. For the first time in what felt like months...you were at peace.

You reached for the lavender bath wash, squeezing a bit out into your palm and rubbing it up and down your arms and chest. Your mind was lost in a mix of peace and fear. You knew your father wouldn’t look for you. He believed you were dead. But you were dwelling on what your mother must think. Would she be proud of you? Or disappointed that you abandoned your kind to convert to the enemy.

You sunk to your chin in the water, the suds you made disappearing into the water. You wanted to cry in that moment and you couldn’t even figure out why. You were finally free from him. You were starting your plan to get revenge for your mother. But why were you having second thoughts? You didn’t know What to do in that moment, so you took a deep breath and sunk yourself under the water.

You held yourself under for a few moments, sitting back up with a gasp as you let air fill your lungs again. “What am I thinking. She’s proud of me, I know she is. She would be doing the same if the roles were reversed…. I’m certain of it.” The urge to cry faded once again. You knew it would return every so often. At least until you avenged your mother. Then, and only then, would you find true peace.

You drained the tub while you were still sitting in. Heaving a sigh as you got out of the warm tub and carefully walked across the cold marble floor to get a towel. Your wings dragged behind you, leaving a small trail of water in your wake. “Ah shit!” You grabbed three towels instead of two, one you placed on the floor, stepping on it so your wings didn’t leave water everywhere. And then you wrapped yourself in a fluffy white towel. You wrapped your hair next.

“Damn wings…” you did your best to dry them before dropping the towel in the hamper and heading back into your bedroom. “Wait...clothes…” you sat on the plush bed and sighed. You didn’t have anything to wear. That closet you walked into earlier was empty. You tucked your towel around you before standing up. You knew where Taehyung would be so chances are you wouldn’t bump into anyone along the way…hopefully.

You opened the door and stepped into the Hall, heart skipping a beat as you began to descend the marble stairs, which were covered partially in a dark red carpet. The plush on your feet was a welcomed one compared to the stone you walked on beforehand. You reached the landing and scanned your surroundings. To your left was a large parlor, decked out in dark reds and golds. A fireplace was basking some of the room in a golden light. It looked welcoming, soft blankets and pillows spread about comfortably.

You looked to your right, there was a long hallway that expanded behind you next to the stairs. And to the far right — to the opposite of the living room — seemed to be a study. But it wasn’t the library. So you headed off down the hall, the same red carpet was rolled down along the hall as well. You passed by window after window, door after door. Until finally you reached the end of the long hall. Gingerly you pushed open the slightly ajar door. And a small gasp left your lips.

The library stood proudly before you. Books reaching the ceiling far above you. “Why...hello dear.” You looked over to the far corner where Namjoon sat behind a desk. Taehyung sat on the side of it, he must have been reading over whatever Namjoon had opened before him. The two men were looking at you with odd expressions. Taehyung’s was one with amused curiosity. Namjoon’s however seemed to be flustered shock.

“I need clothes I know. The problem being I don’t...have any. Other than the ones I came here in but… aren’t exactly ideal anymore.” Taehyung nodded, sliding off the desk with ease and strolling over to you. “Well my dear, let’s get you some clothes then. Namjoon?” His own name snapped him out of his trance, you giggled at that. “Hmm?”

“I’ll be back in a bit once I find our dear y/n some clothes.” Namjoon merely nodded, cheeks a shade of dusty rose as he buried his head back into the book. Once you were out of the library Taehyung chuckled. “He gets flustered by the smallest of things my dear. And you entering in nothing but a towel is definitely something that would make even Hoseok blush.”

“You guys mustn’t get out much then.” Taehyung audibly laughed at this, his reaction sparking a laugh in you as well. “So my dear, what clothes are we looking for. Clearly we can’t put you in anything light. Your wings stick out enough but we may be able to distract from that with dark clothes.” You nodded “I just want clothes Taehyung, I don’t really care what they look like.”

He stopped at one of the doors you had passed to get to the library. “We keep a lot of extra clothes here. It sounds stupid I know. To have a whole room full of extra things. But there are so many spaces in this house.” You didn’t know why he was over explaining it , or why he had a soft blush on his cheeks. But he disappeared into the room and emerged only a few seconds later with an outfit for you. A black flowing shirt and shorts. That was it.

“Thanks” you reached for the clothes and froze for a moment as your hands brushed. There was a tension growing between you and Taehyung and you couldn’t really fathom why. “Could you…bring me back to my room? I can’t remember where it is.” That was a blatant lie, and you could tell he knew. “Of course.”

You walked back in silence. Your mind was racing, you had met this man today, only a few hours back. And here you were acting like a schoolgirl dealing with her first crush. There was no denying that Taehyung was handsome. But why where you so attracted to him so instantly? Why did you feel like you were head over heels for a man you barely knew? And dare you say it? He seemed to be too.

“Here we are my dear. Remember it’s the 4th door on your right.” You nodded. “Taehyung before you go, who else is up here.” You opened your bedroom door and the paused, leaning against the door frame to look at him. “We all sleep up here, Jungkook, Namjoon and I. Namjoon is that door Right there.” He turned and pointed at the door that was parallel to yours. “Jungkook is right there.” Be pointed two doors down from you. “And lastly, I’m right there.” He pointed to the room that was across from Jungkook’s.

“Thank you, it’s good to know I’m not all alone up here. I never did well with sleeping alone. After my mother’s death I mean. It haunts me still but knowing you three are close by comforts me a bit. After she was gone It was just...me and my father sharing a home.” You trembled slightly, memories you started to block out coming to surface for a Moment.

You glanced at Taehyung again. There was pity in his eyes. As if he was looking at a wounded animal. You didn’t like pity. But for some reason Taehyung's sad look made your heart swell in that moment. It had been so long since someone seemed concerned about your well being. “We can talk in my room tonight after dinner my dear. I feel there are things you need to get off your chest. And I will gladly be an open ear.” You were about to thank him for the sweet gesture when he caught you off guard.

He leaned forward, lips pressing timidly, then confidently to your forehead. It was a promise. “Get dressed and relax, I’ll come get you when dinner is ready.” You nodded, slowly backing into your room before shutting the door and falling against it.

“I must be dreaming. This is all too strange for me.” You couldn’t fathom how smoothly your plan was going. Your father fully believed you were dead. So he wouldn’t be looking for you. You stumble into hell with absolutely nothing and meet Taehyung. One of the seven sins and right hand man of the king himself. And he is as sweet as pie? He took you in and welcomed you to his home? No way. This was a dream. And the kiss on the forehead was most definitely the deal breaker.

You dressed quickly before laying on the plush bed. “I’ll just close my eyes. And when I wake up, this sweet dream will have ended and I’ll be back in my miserable home.” You didn’t want it to be true. But you were so skeptical at this point. You closed your eyes, slowly waiting for sleep to take you. After a few moments your breathing relaxed and you fell asleep.

“You like them don’t you taehyung.” Namjoon’s eyes were trained on the book before him. Spells in mixes of Korean, Latin , english and runes swirled before his eyes. Taehyung never understood how his older brother could focus so intently on such things while still holding a conversation. “They are an interesting brother. I’m attracted to such pretty and unique things.” Namjoon rolled his eyes. “You’re just as bad as Hoseok.”

“I’m not lusting after them.” There was a defensive tone to his voice that made namjoon look up. “Then what are you doing?” Taehyung seems puzzled by this question. Did he even know what he was doing? I mean he kissed your forehead for fuck sake. That most certainly wasn’t a platonic thing. “You kissed them didn't you.” This snapped taehyung out of his thoughts. “Just on the forehead…”

“You’re acting as if you just found your mate taehyung.” Taehyung scrunched his nose, arms folding defensively. “As if…” Namjoon leaned back in the chair this time, sliding his glasses off his face and resting them on top of the book. “You’ve been obsessed with them since the first time you saw them wandering down here. Taehyung , you’re head over heels for them and you just officially met … what three-four hours ago?”

Taehyung was at a loss, namjoon took his silence as a way to continue. “You would have killed them cold blood taehyung. The moment you saw them. You know you would have. But something about them is tugging at your cold heart. Damnit Taehyung you are falling in love with someone you barely know. And you know this. So don’t try and act tough now.”

Taehyung sunk into a velvety soft chair. His brother was telling the honest to god truth yet he was struggling to fully accept it. “Maybe...maybe they are my mate.” Namjoon leaned forward now, hands clasping together. “You know it is impossible, for a child of light to have a destined mate that is a child of dark.”

“But what if, they were meant to be a child of dark. I mean look at us Joon. We are searching for ways to transform them. They want to be one of us to avenge their mother. They want to kill their father. They are meant to be one of us. We need them.” Namjoon stared intently at taehyung. Trying his best to wrap his mind around the possibility that the nonsense taehyung just spilled might actually make perfectly logical sense. “Has this ever happened before in our history Joon?” Taehyung’s voice was meek now. Like a child who was afraid to disappoint.

“I… I’m not sure Tae. I could ask dad but…” taehyung shot upright “don’t tell dad. This is my responsibility.” Namjoon nodded. “There is only one other person I could ask… grandmother may know.” This women wasn’t actually their grandmother. But she was a wise old soul, if anyone would know it would be her. “In fact. I’ll go see her tomorrow. All three of us can. It would save me the headache of these books.” Taehyung sighed at that. “Perfect.”

Just then the library door opened. “Dinner is on the table and our brothers have just arrived. You better go get y/n” Jungkook left as quickly as he came, shouting for Seokjin to not eat all the food before the rest could get there. “I’ll go wake y/n.” Namjoon nodded at him, watching him get up from his chair and briskly walk out the door.

“What the hell has he gotten us into…”

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Because of you, tumblr keeps advertising ObeyMe! to me. I'm starting to crack under the pressure to play it 😔 Can you at least sum up what I'm gonna be getting myself into? How's the gameplay? I've never played this kind of game before

8D tbf it may have had been doing that regardless apparently people were seeing the ads when it first came out BUT. OKAY SUMMARY TIME.

So, Obey Me!, is not an otome game by traditional standards and, instead, simply follows a storyline with a good amount of romance in it. I believe it was first advertised(and its title in the play store originally referred to it as) an otome game and, instead, it now advertises itself properly as a story and card game.

Obey Me! follows your adventure in a place called The Devildom–essentially Hell, though I believe Hell is a separate part of it between itself and the Human World, I DIGRESS–where you’ve been brought as an exchange student to the Royal Academy of Diavolo, essentially a college for demons.

Mind, you had no awareness or say in this situation, but suck it up because you’re here for a year.

This is Diavolo! You can’t kiss him. Yet. I suspect we will eventually. But he’s basically why you’re here.

Story-wise your job is to develop an immunity to demonic influence and attend your classes(no, you don’t actually get to do so, though there are references to/talk of it) for a year stay in the Devildom. Afterwards, you’ll write a paper about your experience and you’ll be able to go home.

The exchange program is Diavolo’s attempt at starting peaceful and cooperative relations between the three worlds–The Human World, of which you are from, The Devildom, where Diavolo rules over all Demonkind, and the Celestial Realm, populated by angels and ruled over by who I like to call The Celestial Father, but most people just call god.

Don’t worry though! You won’t be thrown into the Devildom without help! After all, demons eat humans and their souls! You are overseen by Mammon, the Avatar of Greed, essentially your sidekick throughout the story. After Lucifer, his older brother and the Avatar of Pride, shoves you off onto the unwilling Mammon, you’re sent to the brothers’s home dorm, The House Of Lamentation, to get settled.

As you can tell by the names and ways I identify them, there are seven brothers and they’re all representative of the Seven Deadly Sins.

In order of oldest to youngest, we have Lucifer, the Avatar of Pride and Diavolo’s right hand man, Mammon, the Avatar of Greed and the one responsible for you here in the Devildom, Leviathan(or just Levi), the Avatar of Envy and a shut-in otaku, Satan, the Avatar of Wrath and the most normal-seeming one, Asmodeus,(or just Asmo) the Avatar of Lust and most charming of the seven(in a sense,) Beelzebub(or just Beel), the Avatar of Gluttony who is just as self-explanatory as Asmo, and Belphegor(everyone calls him Belphie), the Avatar of Sloth and the demon sent to the Human World in exchange for you. Suffice to say…you won’t see him much.

Oddly enough, before you woke up in the Devildom, you heard a boy’s voice begging you to help them. A demon trapped them–and you’re the only one they can rely on to save them, the voice said… .

HERE’S A READMORE BECAUSE IT GETS LONGER.

During your stay with the Seven Rulers of the Underworld(the aforementioned brothers,) you’ll get involved in their many chaotic family affairs, learning about them, making pacts with them, helping them, and romancing them along the way. Kinda.

The romance aspect has little effect on the game thus far aside from the phone calls you get every five intimacy levels. The more otome aspects are mostly in these calls, some of the texts you exchange, and in sidestories on Devilgram(the Devildom version of Instagram, obviously) you unlock by earning certain cards and raising intimacy scores. The main story does have a little bit of it(namely in the form of Mammon), but it mostly focuses on you making pacts with the brothers and helping them with their interfamilial issues and lives.

The story isn’t done and is likely not particularly near being done considering the game came out like two months ago and we get an update, thus far, once a month(but we’ve had a few events in between to keep ourselves entertained and busy with stories!)

NOW THEN ONTO GAMEPLAY… . If you’ve never played a gacha game before it’s basically a cashgrab whaletrap system where you randomly draw, in this case, cards for use in gameplay or collection. You get the best cards through premium pulls(i.e. paying real money but you actually earn the premium currency pretty easily in this game, not to mention you get one free pull of the two main paid gachas every…other day? I set mine so i get one every other day.) But you can get good cards through the regular currency pulls as well as actual gameplay.

You variously strengthen and level up the cards through battles(more below,) as well as drawing the same card multiple times(strengthens their ability), and through the Devil’s Tree, where you can also unlock more chats, calls, backgrounds and music for your home screen, and items. Using grimm(the regular currency) you can level up your cards quickly, and using grimm and items you get through gameplay and to-do “quests” you can advance spaces in a card’s Devil’s Tree and power them up as well. It’s pretty simple stuff!

So your gameplay is in the form of simple little dance battles in which you summon the demons you’ve pulled from Nightmare(the gacha system) to battle for you. They take care of most of it–all you have to do is collect hearts that pop up on the screen and tap on them when their meters are full to use charged attacks in essence. Very simple and pretty repetitive. There are special abilities in your(and the enemies’s) charged attacks that can add some difficulty beyond simple upscaling(namely if they have paralyze as an ability which makes things very inconvenient.)

These dance battles have a timer of 40 seconds and typically last about a minute tops. So things are pretty quick and easy as far as gameplay goes. You read the story, you make some choices(the story is linear and thus far doesn’t branch based on these decisions and you can also go back and redo the decisions as well as read chats and answer calls to redo decisions for new dialogue and sometimes intimacy points as well), you do some dance battles. That’s basically it.

:D JOBS is how you get money most easily as well as the occasional free affection items and affection boosts. All you have to do is send each of the brothers to work a job(they have favorite jobs as well as thus-far-mostly-secret combinations they can work in that you can watch secret conversations they have at their workplace in) and you’ll be notified when they’re done and you need to pick them up. If you do each job enough you’ll unlock another jobsite with greater profits(and more time between when you need to come get the little shits!)

Oh! But there’s a bit more I forgot to mention! Namely :D JOBS and Surprise Guests!

Surprise Guests come in two forms! The actual surprise kind which will pop up sometimes after a dance battle and the not-surprise kind which come up about twice a day on the home screen!

Oh, I forgot to mention the homescreen too. You can set one of the brothers to stay on the home screen and greet you when you go to it or open the app! The notifications are also voiced by them! If they have a little speech bubble over their head like so, you can engage them as Surprise Guests.

You can also poke them on the home screen and they’ll talk a little! Usually about the other brothers or that you’re touching them.

NOW THEN ONTO SURPRISE GUESTS. AKA THE FUN PART ASIDE FROM THE STORY ITSELF.

As I said, after each dance battle there’s a chance you’ll get a surprise guest–one of the three demons you used in the battle!

From here you can give them food, items, medicine, or whip them--they all have preferences of what they like to be given as well! You can buy these things on Akuzon–which is the Devildom equivalent of Amazon which they clearly only used to avoid copyright, given Amazon is evil already–using premium currency or additional currency called Ravens(which you get through Surprise Guests, collecting cards over 10 times, earn in to-do quests, or get from :D JOBS.)  However you can also get them for free from :D JOBS, to-do quests, and sometimes they’ll send them to players through the mail system.

Alongside material items, you can touch them to praise them for a job well done(or comfort them after a battle you didn’t do perfectly in.)  Demons love being pet apparently!

Do this well, and you’ll get an intimacy boost! The first 5~7 surprise guests you get three hearts for the day will give you gifts–either AP(stamina), grimm(standard currency), or ravens.

↓this should be animated. If it’s not. . .gdi.

You can also get them on the home screen and you get different, more affectionate/romantic dialogue when you do well on home screen affections. I believe these are also influenced by your intimacy score.

↓again, this should be a gif. . .not sure if moving atm 

You can tap or rub the screen, as well as shake your phone or hit ‘Ignore’ to get a response out of them as well as giving them snacks and items. (They mostly don’t seem to like the phone being shaken or being ignored but I’ve also gotten neutral reactions from both rather than negative ones.) You can interact with their head/hair, face, arms, or chest(i think their hand counts as their arm so in the cases of Lucifer and Satan who always have their hand on their chest, be careful lol.) You can do bad, neutrally, or good in the end. You never lose intimacy points so don’t worry too much if you wanna fuck with em and see their reactions lol you’ll have chances to redeem yourself.

I THINK THAT’S IT. 8D i say give it a try if only for the fun characters or the story, and if you don’t like then nbd, right? 'u’ come to hell with ussss

[monisse]

When Only Pain is Real

Pairing: Brianna / Roger (mentions of Claire / Jamie) Rating: Mature content (sexy times ahead) Spoilers: Missing scene from A Breath of Snow and Ashes Summary: In the aftermath of Claire’s rescue, Roger has a confession to make.

Brianna was exhausted. A persistent ache had taken residence in her muscles and an uneasiness had settled on her stomach, making her want to crawl out of her skin. The previous night had been far too long. Her heart had shrunk while the hours dragged away, becoming smaller and tighter in her chest until her mother had finally arrived. The tension had subsided just a little then, washed away by a wave of relief.

But a brief look towards her was all it took to stir chaos inside Brianna anew. Her mother was covered in bruises, spread widely across her skin, covering that pale canvas in horrific hues. Though it was the small details, the constant shifting of the eyes and the barely perceptible flinch at each touch that had spoken volumes of what happened during her absence. The sight of her ever-fearless mother, broken and abused, brought old memories to the surface of her mind, the only ones she tried to forget. The reaction was involuntary, triggered by the knowledge of that pain. It took a long time before that particular pain assumed a baseline position below other emotions and more demanding aspects of daily life, and it would always remain dormant until a touch, a sound or even a scent ignited an oppressed memory and it came back like a sudden punch in the stomach, unexpected and as vivid as before. And she saw, even now, how it would twist her mother’s mind and body into something new as well. The notion that her own mother might experience the same settled uncomfortably on her chest, and Brianna had to fight the threat of tears while remaining practical for both their sakes.

With a heavy heart, Brianna had hesitantly left her mother to the care of her father when she could do nothing but feel helpless against the brave façade her mother wore.

She had returned home to a quiet Roger hidden in the shadows, half covered in blood and dirt already dried on his clothes as a silent tale of a night too brutal to materialize into words just yet. They spoke briefly, tense and on the verge of an argument, both eager to find refuge in small tasks, which felt oddly mundane in contrast with the heaviness of reality.  

Brianna sat on the bed while her fingers brushed the dark waves of his hair and steadily picked out the last remnants of wilderness as he kneeled before her with his head heavily resting on her lap. He held onto her by the side of her tights and she noticed how the skin of his hands was red from scrubbing away the gory evidence of his deeds.

Every so often she looked towards the sleeping form of Jemmy in the small bed by the corner, oblivious to the harshness of the world outside the bubble of safety his parents provided. Her son was young and still innocent, but perhaps one day he too would find himself with the heavy burden his father carried now. That sudden knowledge, and the inability to prevent it, fell like a heavy drop on her already overflowing heart.

While she brushed his hair, Roger was quiet in that manner when he went through his emotions, picking them apart and attempting to craft them back into words. Well acquainted with his moods by now, and even better with his silences, Brianna knew better than to probe for answers, giving him time instead.

“You don’t have to tell me anything.” She said finally.

There was a small part of her that dreaded the knowledge laying beyond the plain fact that it had been a bloody affair, and in spite of that she was ready to forgive him even before he spoke. Still, she could tell that the fear of judgement was almost as strong as the impulse to talk.

“Yes, I do.” He said softly. “Put out the candle, aye?”

Brianna did as he asked, bent forward slightly and blew the candle on the bedside table. It went out at once with a spiral of lingering smoke, leaving the room suddenly covered in near darkness, with the only light coming from the embers on the hearth.

“I killed a man last night.” He said, as for the first time in his life he confessed on his knees.

Even though she expected it, the words sent shockwaves through the air, twisted around her heart and squeezed until it became nearly unbearable to breathe. Her hand remained motionless on his head, waiting patiently.

----

Last night the rhythmic thunder of his bodhrán and the shrieks echoing in the dark had triggered a primitive response within him, one lurking in the dark pits of his soul unbeknownst to him. He vaguely remembered the immediate crack of bone, a sound that vibrated throughout the blade of the axe and upwards along the bones of his arms, followed by the softness of matter being cut with surprising ease. Splatters of blood had covered his vision, coloring the world in an angry shade of red as he went on with deadly accuracy.

Roger recalled that Jamie had been consumed with blind rage as well in the urge to find Claire. It had soaked through the rest of the men by his side, himself included, igniting their own primeval desires of revenge. At the cusp of dawn three words had been spoken. Kill them all. Jamie had said. His low, emotionless voice, was not a suggestion but as a command that no one had dared to question. And soon after, they left behind the spoils of the night spread across the clearing, lifeless and unburied.

“I wanted to kill them, Bree, so badly. I might have been able to stop, but chose not to, just aimed the axe at one and saw no more.” His voice was thick with tears and cracked under the will to form the words on his scarred throat. “I barely felt remorse in the end, and now it’s all I can feel…”    

Roger’s voice caught in his throat, as much from the strain as from accumulated guilt. His whole body started to tremble at once and his hands dug onto the fabric of her nightgown for support. The weight of his actions seemed heavier on his shoulders now that he had released the words strangled within, so he bent further down, burrowing his face deeper on her lap as if ready to dissolve into her. At that point he could no longer contain the pain inside and tears started to pour uncontrollably. They fell freely, soaking through the white fabric under his face.

Roger felt Brianna bend forward over him and her long red hair fell around like a curtain, shielding him.

"I love you, Roger." She whispered in his ear. "I love you, I love you".

She repeated the words, on and on, in a soothing cadence. Her arms circled his shoulders and held him closer, riding together the tremors that seized his whole body. As she went on, the rhythm of her words faded into the distant echoes of drums in his mind, or perhaps it was just his heart, the beating rushing through his bloodstream along with the ghosts of a near past.

Her face was pressed so close to his that what he immediately thought were his own tears were in fact hers, falling from her eyes, mingling with his and seemingly absolving him of sin.

“How can I help you?” He heard her ask after a while.

He shook his head unable to form the words. The guilt had subsided, if only in a small amount, but it gave way to another kind of emotion, a desire that was slowly burning within and he could no longer ignore.

“What do you need?” Brianna insisted.

“I need you.”

Her hands, with its able fingers, gently pulled his face towards her. Roger looked at her reluctantly, torn between the desire to have her and the shame before her, before God and the memory of the father who raised him to be a worthy man.

“Then have me.” Her voice was sure, her eyes intensely clear with no hint of judgement. There was only love in them and beyond that, strangely enough, there was a gleam of pride.

He shook his head again, this time forcefully. His eyes were still blurred with the small leftovers of tears that clung to his long dark lashes, though he saw her leaning in and covering his lips with hers. Roger exhaled in surprise, his body suddenly aflame with temptation.

“No Brianna, I can’t.” He tore his lips from hers abruptly, as if they had scorched him. Roger rose to his feet with incredible dexterity and took a few steps away from her.

He started pacing around, mumbling under his breath with a restless energy coursing through his veins. He was usually a calm collected man, the most powerful emotions boiled slowly and steadily but when they blew up it was all consuming, and he was fast approaching the point of no return. All he wanted was to scream loudly until his voice was sore and punch the walls until his knuckles cracked. He wanted to lose himself completely in her until he no longer remembered who he was or what he did, being reduced to the most animalistic human state.

“It’s not right.” He added under his breath.

Roger was so tangled in the battle between his mind and body, that he didn’t see Brianna crossing the short distance to reach him.

“Right?” She asked incredulously. “There is nothing right about this whole situation!”

He was well acquainted with a Fraser on the verge of eruption and the sudden flush on her cheeks was no surprise. But the flare of anger was short lived. She stepped closer and held his face firmly between her hands.

“You brought my mother back, how can I judge you for what you had to do? But I know you are hurting, Roger. Let me ease your pain, please.”

He was in pain indeed, and only she could make him feel whole again before he completely lost the grip on his mind. And she too had clung to him more than once before in that sense, in a desperate attempt to feel a rush through her veins as a reminder that she was still loved.

So, he took the offering without further thought. His hands pulled her towards him greedily, with fingers digging so deep into the skin of her hips it was sure to leave a mark, and yet, neither cared because as soon as his lips descended on her with the hunger of a man starved for love, there was no turning back. Clothes were discarded in haste and he gave no second thought to the sounds of ripping fabric as long as it allowed him to reach her skin faster. Soon they were naked before each other. Roger felt her hands travelling over the expanse of his stomach and towards his chest, laying there flat above the strong beat of his heart. He picked her off the floor with an easiness acquired by the years together and she wrapped herself around him while he walked towards the bed, their lips never parting. The bed groaned under their combined weight when they landed ungracefully on the mattress, with him safely between her open legs and the outline of her body molding perfectly to his.

Roger slid into her at once in one deep thrust that made her gasp. He moved with abandon then, driven by the desire to lose himself until there was nothing left of him, and rapidly their bodies became slick with a thin layer of sweat. Her hands went low on his back, on a trail lead by her nails, and held onto his bottom, pushing him deeper inside. Groaning loudly and embolden, Roger let go of the last fragments of conscience altogether, his body alone took over and his thrusts gained momentum. Brianna sought his lips in reply, turning them red and sore with her own yearning, while his hands scratched and groped over the softness of her skin, making her whimper in a blend of pain and pleasure underneath him.

With one of his hands he held hard to her hip and drove their bodies together, again and again, until he buried his face on her neck and shuddered loudly, blissfully emptying his mind and body into her. Roger was at once reduced to incoherent gasps, but his name was still on her lips, breathless and urgent. He went on though, unable to stop and blind to anything else except her, until he felt heat spreading over her body and her back rising from the bed. She was pulsating around him like a warm heartbeat, while her teeth sunk into the flesh of his shoulder preventing her from moaning too loud.

She breathed out a long sigh at last and he collapsed on top of her completely spent, with labored breath fanning across her breasts. As Brianna held his motionless body against her, he was faintly aware of long fingers caressing the back of his neck, sending shivers down his spine along with the remaining muscle spasms.

Beneath her own heavy breathing he heard the scattered words of a prayer and he wondered briefly if she was praying for his soul to be saved, or if that would be ever enough. The outcome of last night had been an inevitable consequence of his life choices, and though he would never choose to kill deliberately, the intention had been there nonetheless, somewhere as his arms rose to deliver what he thought was deserved justice. In the process, Roger had uncovered an unknown side buried underneath the layers that composed him, the son, the scholar, the father, the husband, among so many others. But what would this act make of him? He wondered. Was he becoming an unrecognizable version of himself or rather his own true self, the one he was meant to be all along, flawed but more real than ever before?

[kombink]

Kombolombomeal: Envy

Komboloi, from his perspective, wishes sometimes he could be more confident (like Jaira or Arthamir), more laid back and better with humor (like Dailen or Farran) or more aggressive maniacal assertive (like Corelyn or Syllanna).

Oddly enough, some of these wishes become very fleeting for certain people when he hears them over comm.

He is also a bit jealous, -although not that much-, that Maethus is -somehow- capable of getting in a relationship that seems it be working out for him. He frequently covers fixes that mentally by repeatedly telling himself how dirty and nasty their behavior is and how utterly shallow and carnal Maethus is and how Maethus doesn’t deserve a sweet, innocent girl like Loryn and how he hopes suspects their relationship will fall apart very quickly, and how he most certainly would never, ever, ever, -EVER- want to do anything as kinky, sexy, or erotic as what Maethus does probably does with Loryn. Komboloi hopes he doesn’t actually do any of the things he imagines fears they do -with great distaste- and he, by the way, is still bothered by the nerve of Maethus ever suggesting that threesome. It was -completely inappropriate- and poorly timed.