#people seem to violently shove him into ‘pure evil he should be shot in the face and I’ll gleefully dance on this bastard’s grave!’

[shoulderholsterfreak]

Here, because it’s become a hot topic of debate again:

I don’t like Thrawn because he’s good or bad; I like him because he’s fascinating.

[kinktae]

Tempting || 4

Y/N is an angel and a good one at that. She steers clear of the seven deadly sins, especially lust. She is out performing her duties when she runs into a demon. Luckily for her, that demon, Taehyung, doesn’t seem to buy into that whole “Angels and Demons are sworn enemies” idea. But unluckily for her, Taehyung just so happens to be the very embodiment of sin. Especially lust.

Or, “For someone who is meant to be so pure, you sure are dirty, angel.”

pairing: demon!taehyung x angel!reader

genre: fantasy, smut, angst

warnings: alcohol use, mentions of suicide/death, lots of dirty talk and smut lol

A/N: this is less biblical and more supernatural?? Like less focus on religion itself and more focus on angels and demons as immortal creatures even though I might reference some “biblical” terms lol sorry this is too unholy anyways it’s fine. oh and this is a dream I had!

CHAPTERS: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 (final)

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CHAPTER FOUR (This chapter depicts violence and scary situations. Please proceed with caution.)

I woke up to the feeling of vomit inching its way up my throat. Pushing my covers off of me, I hastily ran into my bathroom and kneeled in front of my toilet, letting out the remnants of last nights mistakes.

I groaned after I had finished, raising my hand wearily to flush the toilet.

I felt like I had been hit by a truck; my head was pounding and my body ached all over. Forcing myself back onto my feet, I made my way towards the sink, turning the faucet on as I prepared to wash my teeth.

"You deserve this." I frowned at my reflection, before reaching for my toothbrush.

The journey to the kitchen was a difficult one as my feet were absolutely done for, having fallen victim to the uncomfortable high heels I wore last night.

To my surprise, I saw Namjoon already standing in the kitchen, preparing himself some cereal. He looked up at the sound of my footsteps.

His eyes met mine and his expression looked exactly how I imagined mine to be.

"You hungover, too?" He asked.

"Yeah." I sighed, making my way over to him.

"Those Purgies are crazy. Everywhere I looked someone was offering me a shot. It's downright dangerous." Namjoon stated as he poured milk into his bowl of cereal.

"Purgies?" I inquired at the unfamiliar term, beginning to pour water into a cup I had acquired from our cupboard.

Namjoon let out a small laugh, "That's what we call inhabitants of Purgatory."

I nodded, placing the cup of water to my mouth to drink.

"So, who were those boys you were with?"

I choked on my water, coughing violently in surprise. Namjoon looked at me in alarm.

"W-What?" I stuttered out, completely taken aback.

Namjoon looked at me suspiciously before speaking, "I could've sworn I saw you at the bar with a group of Purgies before I completely lost sight of you."

I let out a breath.

He didn't know they were demons. He didn't know about Taehyung.

"Oh! Yes! Just some... Purgies I befriended. Nice guys. It's sad that I'll probably never see any of them again since they live in Purgatory. And I'm on Earth. There's just so many people there, you know." I nervously laughed.

Namjoon stared at me suspiciously.

"Yeah... Well, I'm glad you had fun. If you decide to go with us again next time, however, mind your alcohol." Namjoon paused for a moment before sighing. "I don't know why I just said that. As if I'm in any position to lecture anyone on alcohol consumption."

I laughed at the tall angel, leaning one hip against the kitchen counter.

"So, are you not working today?" I asked him.

"I am, I'm just giving myself the morning to recover. Hobi and Jimin woke me up early this morning while they were getting ready and I just knew I was going to need a couple more of hours of rest. How about you?"

I thought for a moment as I watched him take a bite of his breakfast.

"I think I'm just going to study today." I decided, opening the fridge in hopes of finding something to eat. My eyes fell upon some leftover fried rice, and I decided that carbs were my best bet for recovery.

"So, you're gonna become a Power after all?" Namjoon pressed, lifting an eyebrow.

Suddenly, Taehyung entered my mind.

Important memories of last night came flooding back one by one: meeting Jin, running into Taehyung, meeting his demon friends, dancing with Taehyung and Jungkook– kissing Taehyung.

"Y/N? Are you okay? You look like you're going to be sick..." Namjoon said suddenly, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"I think I need to sit down." I replied meekly and Namjoon helped me towards the table.

"Sit here and drink your water. I'll heat up your rice for you, okay?" He said, sounding stern but concerned all the same. I could only nod in response.

What in God's name was wrong with me?! How could I let this happen? How could I let Taehyung kiss me like that? Why was my face on fire right now?

"Namjoon?" I called out before I could stop myself.

The man in question lifted his head up from the kitchen counter, looking my way.

"What do you know about demons?"

Namjoon blinked.

"What kind of question is that?" He asked, sounding taken off guard.

"I just– I think I remember seeing one last night but I'm not sure. I just wanted to know what you knew about them." I lied quickly before Namjoon could ask me where my sudden interest in demons stemmed from. Namjoon spent a lot of time in our library and had an insatiable thirst for knowledge; if any one of us knew about demons it would be him.

"Oh." He replied, before putting my plate of rice into the microwave.

"Well, I mean unless they were in their demonic form you probably wouldn't be able to tell that they were a demon. They often take on human forms. Helps with fooling humans into trusting them." He told me nonchalantly.

I could help but wonder if Taehyung had done the same with me.

"How would demons have gotten to Limbo?" I wondered out loud.

"Well... there are gateways everywhere so I don't doubt that a demon could've slipped in somehow. Purgatory parties are kind of legendary within the supernatural community so they might have wanted to check it out. Plus all those Purgies drunk and crowded there, it's easy prey for them."

"Do all demons hurt people?" I asked, trying my best to sound disinterested.

Namjoon thought for a moment before answering, "Yes. Some far more than others, some on a physical level and some on an emotional level but, yes. All demons hurt people."

My heart sank a little bit.

"Do demons ever fall in love? W-With humans, I mean."

"Mm, not that I know of? I mean, I know there is a subtype of demon that sleeps with them but that's purely sexual. I highly doubt any demon is capable of any romantically linked emotion other than lust."

"You don't think demons are capable of loving someone? There isn't a possibility that maybe not every demon is evil?" I asked, probably sounding a little more upset than I wanted to.

The beep of a microwave momentarily interrupted our conversation, and Namjoon went to retrieve my food before setting both my rice and his cereal on the table. He sat down in front of me.

"There are things a person has to do in order for their soul to be determined as evil; these aren't things that people just do on accident. Demons become demons because of the conscious choices they made as humans. Evil lies within their soul, you can't just change that, Y/N. Demons just don't have a place for love and kindness with the kind of lives they lead." Namjoon explained sternly.

I was unsure of how to respond. I poked my spoon into my rice, my appetite was suddenly gone.

"That's sad." I said finally.

"Yeah." Namjoon agreed before shoving a spoon of cereal into his mouth.

I wasn't sure what I was hoping to hear from Namjoon. In reality, everything he told me I already knew. But when I was with Taehyung, it was just all so hard to believe.

"Actually, you know what. I think I am going to work today." I said suddenly, pushing my plate of rice away from me. Namjoon raised an eyebrow.

"Why the sudden change of heart?" He pondered.

I shrugged, "I just feel like the world needs all the goodness it can get and me staying home isn't going to help with that."

Namjoon let out a sigh.

"You're right. I should probably get going, too." He said reluctantly.

"Come on then. Time to spread some love and kindness. Let's make the world a better place!" I shouted suddenly, trying my best to motivate both Namjoon and myself.

Namjoon shushed me immediately.

"Woah, woah, too loud. Hungover, remember?" He groaned clutching his head and I could only giggle out an apology, ruffling Namjoon's hair before making my way upstairs.

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I spent the majority of the day in the city helping whoever I could as often as I could.

Nearly everything I did was mundane work. For example, I got a human to pick up and return a wallet that another person had dropped while walking.

However small my good deeds were though, I couldn't deny that it made me feel better. It felt good to help all those people but I couldn't push down the rising feeling that I was just trying to distract myself and keep my mind off Taehyung. I wasn't helping people for their sake, I was helping people for my own.

For an angel, I was incredibly selfish.

Feeling my mood begin to sink again, I decide that I had time for just one more distraction.

I reached Jane's house in no time, having had walked towards it many times before; it felt like second nature at this point.

There was a certain comfort I found whenever I was near Jane. Maybe it was because she was a familiar face, having had been my sole focus for month straight when I was her temporary Guardian Angel. Or maybe, it was because I liked the idea that someone could be reckless and irresponsible as her but still be fundamentally good. Angels were held to higher standards, but Jane was human; she wasn't expected to be perfect.

Envy was a sin but I couldn't deny the small part of me that was jealous of her.

Reaching the bricked home, I made my way towards the side where Jane's room was located.

I thought back momentarily to the last time I was here; I had fought Taehyung that night. The memory seemed distant and foreign, even if it was only a month ago that it took place.

Calling upon my wings, I jumped up, flying up to her window which was conveniently open. Hovering for a moment, I peered inside to see that Jane was alone in her room, lying on her bed as she typed into her phone.

From what I was told, Jane has been assigned a permanent Guardian already, but I didn't see nor sense any angelic presence nearby. Whoever they were, they must have already left for the day despite the fact that the sun was only just beginning to set.

"Lazy." I scoffed out loud before I could stop myself. Sure, sloth was a sin but it really wasn't my place to criticize another angel on how they did their job.

"You thinking about me again?" A voice teased suddenly from beside me. I nearly pummeled to the floor, the voice distracting me flying. I whipped my head around to see a mop of blonde hair shaking as it's owner laughed.

"Taehyung!" I exclaimed once I regained my composure.

Taehyung stood directly to my left, his left foot on the base of the window sill with his hand holding onto the top of the window frame. He was perched and hanging off the side of the house as if it was nothing, like he was some sort of agile cat.

"You are very hard to find." He stated. I blushed, not because of anything he said but just because of his sheer proximity.

"I went to your house only to find it completely empty, and unlocked by the way. Very irresponsible!" He scolded, not very seriously.

I could only gawk at him like an idiot.

Taehyung sighed, "Okay, fine, you got me. I unlocked it. But the fact that I was able to so easily is the real problem."

I can't believe I kissed him. Just last night I had kissed him and clung onto him like he was the last bit of air I was going to breathe in. Now here I was, completely sober and unable to utter even a single word to him.

"You gonna say something, angel?" Taehyung called out finally, looking slightly apprehensive.

"Hi." I breathed out.

Taehyung gave me a lopsided grin, "Hi, angel."

I felt my breathing hitch at how lovely he looked and quickly turned my head to look away. I opted instead to look up at the sky, which had grown dark quickly.

"So what gives? You just disappear for the whole day and come back to watch a couple of teenagers make out? Are you secretly some giant perv, Y/N?"

"What are you talking about?" I replied in confusion, before looking back into Jane's room, which suddenly contained both Jane and Jake who were both sitting on her bed talking.

"Where did he come from?" I frowned.

"Don't you know? They're dating now. Animals, those two. They're never not going at it." Taehyung smirked with a wicked look in his eyes.

"W-What?!" I exclaimed in horror.

Taehyung laughed.

"I'm kidding! Kind of. Relax, it's normal. Are you trying to tell me when you were a human teenager you never had sex?" Taehyung questioned with a raise of an eyebrow.

"Wha– I don't know! I don't remember anything from my human life, you know that! Also, that's a very rude question to ask! My sex life is none of your business!" I rambled, red in the face with both embarrassment and anger.

Taehyung's expression went dark for a moment before he shook his head and climbed down to sit on the window sill. I decided to join him, sitting beside him.

"How are you feeling?" He asked suddenly, looking at me in concern. The question caught me off guard and my confusion must have shown on my face.

"After last night, I mean. You threw up, so I thought– well, I just wanted to know if you were feeling okay." He explained, sounding somewhat awkward.

Was he worried about me?

Taehyung had always carried this kind of swagger to him, the kind of self-confidence that was visible and loud. It was odd seeing him look so uneasy and vulnerable.

"I'm fine." I assured him, "Just a little sore for dancing for so long."

Taehyung turned his head away from me and instead stared at Jane and Jake who appeared to be bickering over something or another. I guess even now that they were together it still didn't change the fact that they were always arguing.

"Yeah." He said simply. Silence washed over us for a moment, and I too began to watch the teenaged couple, who were growing more and more upset with each other.

"Listen, " Taehyung began, "I'm sorry about last night."

At his words, I felt my stomach do a flip as if I was going to be sick.

"What do you mean?" I replied, trying my best to sound nonchalant.

"When we kissed– I mean, if anything happened that night that you weren't okay with then I want to apologize for it." Taehyung frowned, sending me a sideways glance.

I wasn't sure if I was okay with what happened. I wasn't sure what I was okay with anymore. Taehyung made me confused and light-headed, with or without any alcohol present. In a moral sense, what happened last night in my room was a mistake but I couldn't understand why at that moment in time it didn't feel like one.

"What do you want from me, Taehyung?" I spoke, deciding to be direct for once.

Taehyung looked over at me in surprise, his mouth opening as if to speak but ultimately closing once more before he did.

"...I don't know." He finally revealed, leaving me more confused than when I had first asked the question.

"You don't know?" I repeated, unsure of how to feel about his response.

Taehyung simply nodded.

"All I know is that I can't leave you alone like you want me to. I think about you. A lot. I don't know why you make me this way and to be honest it confuses the fuck outta me." Taehyung sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"I also know that I want you. I want you in ways that would have you bright red and stuttering if I told you. I want you in ways that go against everything you believe in and the fact that I can't have you is so fucking aggravating."

I didn't dare let out even a single breath. The weight of his words rang so deeply within me that I felt as if I were to say anything at all the world might implode.

"You were right when you told me that an angel and demon could never be friends. I know that. Our souls are composed entirely differently and our lives were created so that we contrast each other. We were made to be apart. I could never live the life you live much like you could never live mine. I know all these things. Yet I still don't have a fucking clue what it is that I want." Taehyung concluded, staring at me so intensely that I worried for a moment that I might burst into flames.

"Taehyung." I began, even though I had no clue what it was I was going to say.

A loud sound interrupted us and we both turned to look into Jane's room, where the sound had come from.

The room was deafeningly silent; Jane sat on her bed, frozen in place with a hand pressed firmly to her cheek. Jake stood over her, breathing heavily, palm still extended out in front of him.

"Oh my God." I exclaimed silently, as I registered what had just happened.

He hit her.

Jake turned from Jane to direct his attention to her bookshelf. Grabbing whatever books his hands could find, he chugged them against the wall with a growl of frustration.

"You're a fucking lying whore." Jake seethed, as he threw each book.

My body jumped into action and I slipped into the room, running over to Jane as I threw my arms around Jane.

"It's okay. It's Okay" I whispered, eyes wide as I focused my energy onto projecting around Jane in an effort to calm her down.

A violent sob ripped through her chest and her body began to shake as she realized what just happened.

"Don't you fucking cry! This is your fault!" Jake yelled angrily, turning his attention back to Jane.

A loud growl came from Taehyung who I had almost forgotten was here, and I suddenly became aware of what a feeding ground this had become for a demon. Demons feed of this kind of dark energy.

Jake made a step towards Jane and I placed my hand out in front of us as if by reflex. There wasn't much I can do to him physically seeing as he was human; angels were made to provide protection, lacking seriously in any offense type powers but like hell if I wasn't going to try.

"Fucking stop crying!" Jake shouted, grabbing the flower vase that rested on Jane's nightstand and pushing it off. The glass vase shattered immediately on impact, breaking into tiny shards on the floor. I flinched, tears welling up in my eyes.

"Angel?" Taehyung's voice rang out causing me to turn towards him, his eyes wide.

"I can't..." I choked on my panicked words. "I can't hurt him."

Jake took a deep breath before turning back to look at Jane, his hands curled lightly into fists.

Taehyung let out a breath, "I can."

Suddenly, the light bulbs in Jane's room shattered, rendering the room in darkness. Jane let out a scream at the sound of her lights bursting and I scanned the room.

"Taehyung? Taehyung, stop!" I cried out, looking frantically for his silhouette in the dark. I couldn't find him but I watched in horror as Jake's silhouette crumbled to the ground, wailing. Jake's hunched over figure shook and trembled as he let out an inhuman noise.

I clutched onto Jane tighter, who was crying fearfully; I was just as scared as her.

And then, as if the light bulbs had never broken in the first place, the lights came back on, illuminating the room once more. Jake sat on his knees, eyes wide and teary as he tried to make sense of his surroundings.

"Jake?" Jane called out wearily, only for Jake pushed himself off the floor and rush out the door, tripping over himself as he made his way out.

I just barely caught sight of a tall, dark figure standing where Jake once was before it manifested itself into Taehyung, who collapsed onto his knees.

"Fuck." He breathed, gasping for air.

"Jane?!" A woman's voice called out in desperation, before Jane's mother came rushing through the door. She froze at the doorstep at the state of Jane's bedroom.

Jane let out a wail before jumping off her bed and throwing her arms around her mother's worried body.

"Jane, honey? What's wrong? I heard screaming and then Jake ran right past me– Sweetheart, are you okay?" Jane's mother asked, rubbing the back of her sobbing daughter.

"Mommy, I'm so sorry!" Jane cried out, clutching tightly onto her mother.

"Breathe, Jane, breathe. Let's go downstairs and sit you down. Come with me, baby, you can tell me what happened." She hushed, eyes wide at the mess of Jane's room as she lead her downstairs.

I could only stare at them as they left, completely frozen in place.

The sound of Taehyung shifting to sit on his knees broke me out of my stupefied haze and before I could think, I rushed over to him and threw my arms around him.

"Are you okay? Oh my God, what happened?" I let out, clutching onto the back of his shirt.

I felt Taehyung stiffen against me for a moment before slipping an arm around my waist.

"I'm fine, angel." He muttered, sounding serious. I pulled away from the hug to face him.

"She's pregnant."

I blinked, "What?"

"I could read Jake's rage. Jane's pregnant with his child. She just told him."

"Oh my God." I said in disbelief.

Jane was only sixteen years old. I couldn't imagine how scared she must be, and then to have the father of her child react like that...

I noticed Taehyung staring at me, an unreadable expression in his eyes.

"Taehyung..." I began cautiously, recalling Jake fleeing the room, "What happened? What did you do?"

Taehyung looked away from me, breathing in deeply. I had a feeling I was going to have to be patient to get the answers I wanted.

"Why did the lights turn off." I tried.

"I turned them off."

"Why?"

"I needed it to be dark." He snapped, catching me off guard. His shoulders were tense and his mouth was set in a frown. It was somewhat unbecoming, as I was used to the corners of his mouth almost always facing upwards.

"I didn't... I didn't want you to see what I was doing to him."

I could only stare at Taehyung's troubled profile as he refused to look me in the eye.

Before I could stop myself, I found myself reaching out to cup Taehyung's cheek, begging him to look at me.

"What did you do to him?" I whispered.

He met my eyes reluctantly, a dark look painted onto his handsome face.

"I hurt him."

All demons hurt people.

"I set his body on fire and tore away at his soul. I tore out all the good in his heart; I completely tainted his soul, Y/N. Do you know what that means? I just took away that kid's chance of ever repenting and trying to fix what he's done. He's guaranteed to spend the rest of his life in Hell, rotting away like the rest of us."

I shook my head, "I don't understand..."

"I can't protect people in the way you can. I can only hurt people." Taehyung spoke in a low voice, allowing for no emotion to seep into his tone.

Some far more than others, some on a physical level and some on an emotional level but, yes. All demons hurt people.

"You lost control." I reasoned, "I'm sure you didn't mean to–"

"But I did. I wanted him to hurt. He wanted to hit her again, I could read his energy. I wanted him to hurt in the way he hurt her. This is the way I hurt people, angel. I'm a Scelus."

"A what?" I frowned at the unfamiliar term.

"I lead people towards sin. I seek out the weak-willed and tell them of sins like greed and wrath and lust. And if they let sin consume them, I make the final cut and rid them of whatever virtues they might have been holding onto. Permanently."

I didn't respond. Not because I couldn't but because at this point it didn't matter what I said. As the seconds ticked by it became painfully obvious just how doomed Taehyung and I's meeting was from the start.

"What if Jake was supposed to become a demon? What if you did a good thing?" I thought out loud. Taehyung scoffed in response.

"I'm a demon. Nothing I do could ever be a good thing."

I let his words hang in the air for a moment. There was so much I didn't understand. It was Taehyung's job to taint souls, yet he sounded like he loathed himself for doing so. If he was a demon then why did he feel remorse?

I watched cautiously as Taehyung brought his hands to his face, rubbing his palms against it.

"I'm an angel." I finally spoke. Taehyung looked up at me in confusion. He opened his mouth to speak but I cut him off before he could do so.

"I'm an angel but I'm not the perfect image of goodness that you think I am. I love helping humans and all things that are good but I'm selfish. I am selfish and envious and million of other things that I've been taught was a sin."

I let out a sigh, bringing my knees up to my chest.

"I pretend like I'm not any of these things but I am. I'm never going to fit into the mold that I'm constantly trying to force myself into. I'm an angel but I'm not all good." I explained, staring down at my feet. Taehyung didn't say anything so I took that as my cue to keep talking.

"You hurt Jake, but you saved Jane. The fact that you wanted to stop Jake from hurting Jane again shows me that we're more alike than I previously thought." I told him, "I thought it was odd that you felt remorse over not remembering the name of the person you killed, but now I understand. You're a demon but you're not all bad. You feel things like guilt and compassion; you're kind, Taehyung."

Taehyung stared at me for a long time, his eyes peering into mine as if he was searching for something.

"So, you're a sinful angel and I'm a kind demon. Where does this leave us?" Taehyung finally spoke, his voice sounding small.

"I don't know." I answered him truthfully, tugging lightly at a loose thread on my jeans.

"Fucking hell." Taehyung said decidedly, relaxing shoulders. I gave him a small smile.

"You could say that." I laughed, before looking at Taehyung seriously. "N-Not that I don't trust you but... no one can know about what I just told you. About the being a sinful angel thing, I mean."

Taehyung smirked, "Yeah, the big guy downstairs wouldn't want to hear about me saving humans either."

I nodded understandingly.

"So, we keep each other's secrets then, yeah?" Taehyung asked, looking oddly excited.

"Yes."

"Friends keep secrets."

"Yeah. They do." I confirmed, suddenly shy. Taehyung was positively beaming at me, looking brighter than the sun.

I nearly gasped as Taehyung moved his face in front of mine without warning.

"I can be good when I'm around you?" He questioned, eyes wide.

I merely nodded, unable to think of any intelligent response.

"So," Taehyung drawled, leaning in, his eyes on my lips, "Will you be bad around me?"

I pushed Taehyung away from me quickly, my face bright red once again.

"Taehyung, I just decided we could be friends. Don't push it." I huffed, my voice shaking slightly.

Taehyung laughed as he stood up from the floor. He extended an open palm towards me to help me up. I took it gladly.

"Lust is a sin too. Feel free to indulge with me, angel."

OK NEXT CHAPTER IS GONNA BE SMUTTY AF I’VE DEPRIVED Y’ALL FOR TOO LONG

[lexiauteur]

Noble Reign

Ch.3 Mystic Messenger Middle Ages AU

|Ch. 1| |Ch. 2|

Author’s Note: Yay it’s done! ^^ Sorry it took me such a long time, I had a lot of exams coming up and it was so stressful. But I did it and I’m proud. ^^ I ended up splitting my initial script into 2 chapters. The first half is this chapter and the second half is going to be chapter 4. I also hope you like the prologue for this one, it’s super long and angsty AS HELL! I listened to My Immortal by Evanescence to really get those emotions going and I also cried my ass off to make it extra sad. So if you wanna cry, please go ahead and do so, this chapter is perfect for heartaches, and any other kind of emotional pain. Hope you like it. <3

Special thanks to @frywen-babbles. <- This cutie always replies to my posts and encourages me to keep up my work. Go leave some love on her blog, she deserves it. <3

Warnings: ANGST, VIOLENCE, DEATH (could be triggering, read at own risk)

Wordcount: 2,457

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears And I held your hand through all of these years But you still have all of me

Diary entry, 21st March 1231

I will never forget the screams and cries of the men who died today. They echo through my ears, again and again, as if to remind me that I should have died with them.

I remember it was raining that day. My clothes were soaked within minutes and I was freezing. It was early in the morning as we marched on to the battlefield; a thick layer of fog was still hovering above the ground. My feet sank into the mud repeatedly and my hands were shaking, making it difficult to hold up the heavy iron sword.

I cannot remember how long we waited for something to happen. Perhaps only a few hours, but it felt like an eternity. The rain lashed against my back, and drips of water were running down the bridge of my nose. My eyes were focused on the horizon, the still image burning itself into my head.

Until the wave of men which suddenly appeared from behind the hills interrupted the peaceful scenery. The fog made it hard to see, but I could tell that there were at least a thousand. And as they were running down, swords raised up high above their heads, I knew we wouldn't survive. More and more came down the hills, it just wouldn't stop. People started moving around me, preparing to attack... But my body was frozen. And before I knew it, I was in the middle of war.

I didn’t count how many men I slaughtered down that day. My initial fear had turned into indifference and once I started, I couldn't stop. It became easier with every blow; maybe because I was fighting for my life. Instead of water, blood was soaking my uniform, the distinct coppery smell filling my nose with every breath I took. At some point, my sense of time had disappeared. Maybe because of the adrenaline rush. I neither felt hungry, nor did I feel cold; I just felt this emptiness inside of me that seemed to devour my existence.

The sickening sound of metal slicing through flesh, the moans and cries of dying men; sounds that already felt familiar. The cruelty and violence of war had changed me and I couldn’t recognize myself. Still, something on the field felt out of place but I couldn't quite figure out what it was.

Not until someone stepped into my sight, a woman appearing in the middle of the battlefield. Dressed in a magnificent gown, it was obvious she didn't belong here. But sword and shield adorned her clothing, and just like the rest of us she was drenched in blood.

I stared at her and it felt like the world stopped moving. Her gaze was so strong that her green eyes felt like needles piercing through my skin. I was enthralled by her beauty, but at the same time I knew that pure evilness stood right in front of me. She walked towards me but I couldn't move, hell, I couldn't even think.

She effortlessly raised her sword, the blade glistening with fresh blood. I tried to avoid her blow, but she was fast and it grazed my face. I remember the cool metal slicing through my flesh, but I didn’t feel any pain. Only the warm liquid that ran down the side of my cheek. And then everything went dark.

I fell to the ground. I felt weak; my legs couldn't support my weight any longer. The pain kicked in and I thought this was the end. I thought I would join my comrades, whose lifeless bodies were distributed all across the field. Tears were running down my face, burning inside the wound.

She towered above me, preparing for her final blow. I lifted my head, searching her eyes for mercy. But there was not even a hint of humanity left in her soul. I prayed to God, asking for mercy and forgiveness for all the men I had murdered, for all the suffering I brought upon their families. But my fate was already sealed and so I turned my face away. I remember the sun peeking through the clouds one last time, blessing my soul with warmth.

Now my soul was at peace and I waited for the metal to pierce my heart. I closed my eyes. But nothing happened. There was no pain, no blood leaving my veins. I slowly opened my eyes again.

A man had lunged at her and shoved her to the side, causing both of them to fall into the mud. He quickly stood up again and gave me his hand, “Come on boy, let’s get outta here.” Quickly coming back to my senses, I accepted his offer without hesitation. He pulled me up and we started running.

I stumbled after him, running into men and getting dangerously close to swinging blades. He took my hand, never leaving my side and together we had almost reached the forest. But then I tripped and fell. I quickly picked myself up again and motioned him to continue running but he didn’t move.

Confused, I looked at him and my eyes widened with shock. There was blood soaking his uniform. His own blood. The blade was still jutting out of his stomach, the green-eyed woman behind him. She grinned and pulled out her sword. Then she vanished as fast as she came. Blood started gushing out of the wound and he fell into the mud.

I couldn't breathe. My mind was clouded; I didn't know what to do. I knelt down beside him, pressing my hands to the wound to stop the bleeding. I frantically looked for help, screaming my lungs out. But no one listened.

The man patted my back. “It's alright boy, it's alright… Don't worry about me”, he said to me as he struggled breathing. But it wasn't alright. He was dying and I couldn’t do anything to save him.

“No, I'm not giving up on you! I’ll find someone-“

My whole body was shaking. The sun disappeared behind the clouds again, turning the sky grey. “Listen to me…” the man touched my arm, “What's your name boy?” I stared into his eyes.

“Jihyun”, I responded.

“Jihyun, listen to me” he tightly grabbed my wrist, “I��� have a daughter. She already lost her mother.” He coughed blood. “Please, protect her. I won't be there, she doesn't have anyone.” He swallowed. “Tell her I love her.”

A single tear ran down the side of his face. Then his eyes turned cloudy, his face turned pale. He breathed in and out and in... and stopped. His firm grip on my wrist loosened and his arm fell to the side. I panicked, violently shaking his lifeless body. But he was long gone. Tears welled up in my eyes.

I couldn't even thank him. I felt heavy with guilt, he had given his life for my own, a boy he didn't even know. Numbness spread through my body and all my pain was gone.

I silently promised him that he wouldn't regret saving me.

I will protect his daughter, even if I have to give my life for her.

She awoke in an unfamiliar chamber lying on the ground. Her limbs felt numb; she couldn't move, even if she wanted to. Her throat felt dry and her vision was blurry. Then there was this faint voice in the distance calling to her but she couldn't make out the words. Her mind was telling her to go back to sleep, she was so dizzy and it was easier to give in, but the cold floor and the voice kept waking her up. The voice became louder and it started to sound familiar. She slowly opened her eyes but her blurry vision was preventing her from seeing anything.

“Hey! You alright?” Someone was kneeling beside her. The room was dark but she could tell it was Saeyoung. She tried to sit up and a sharp pain shot through her head, causing her to cry out.

“Whe-re…?” Her voice cracked.

“Don't speak! You're throat is pretty soar. If you keep your mouth shut for a little while, it'll heal in no time”, he cut her off. “You really are trouble, huh…” He smiled and ruffled through her hair, then helped her to sit up. Fay instantly felt better. The warmth radiating from Saeyoung’s skin somehow cleared up her mind. And although they haven't known each other for a long time, she was glad that someone accompanied her.

Her hands ghosted over her throat, a dull pain was pulsing up into her head and mixed with the sharp aching of her skull.

“Man, he got you real good, didn't he…” Saeyoung gently grabbed her chin and looked her over, bruises and purple marks covering her entire neck. “Silly girl… What’d you even do down there?” he asked, a caring smile on his lips. “Don't worry, you're gonna be fine” he assured her.

She remembered the dungeons, the cells, and everything came back. Eyes wide, she gave him a questioning look.

“How’d you get here you mean?” She nodded. She could remember the cold walls of the basement and the maniacal grin of the old man, but after that her memory was blank.

“Well… I was already on my way back out of the dungeons, escaping,” he explained, “when I heard someone screaming. I’m the defender of justice so of course I had to go back and see what it was. And well, there you were, already passed out on the ground. I thought you were dead and so I had to do some… ‘actions’ to bring you back you know…” He provoked her. That cocky smile she knew so well returned to his face. Realizing what he meant, she went pale and slapped his shoulder.

“Hey! I could’ve let you die, you know! At least a little ��thank you Saeyoung’ would be nice”, he snapped. Pouting, she crossed her arms in front of her chest.

“Oh. Forgot you can’t speak”, he snickered, provoking her even more. But to his surprise, she didn't slap him, but instead wrapped her arms around his neck and tightly hugged him. She was indeed thankful; he did save her life after all.

Caught off guard, he didn’t have anything to retort, his cocky grin wiped off his face. He was glad she couldn't see him because his cheeks were bright red. He hugged her back, pressing her body against his warm chest. Although he felt a little uncomfortable, it was nice to have someone close.

After an awkward moment of silence, they quickly parted and Fay urged him to go on. Saeyoung cleared his throat and continued.

“After you were breathing again, I picked you up and carried you to the exit. I thought the air was clear and we could make it out, until the guards appeared. Long story short, they caught me escaping and took both of us into this room.”

Suddenly the door flung open. The King entered and his presence silenced up the room. Fay and Saeyoung quickly stood up, dusting off their dirtied clothes. Fay almost fell over again because her head was so dizzy, but she bit her lip and steadied her feet. She knew she will probably be punished for sneaking around the dungeons and she couldn't allow herself to weaken in front of the King.

King Jumin didn't even say a word as he went further into the small room; a frown was deepening his silver eyes. He came up to Fay, grabbing her chin and turning her head to get a better look at her bruises. Fay flinched at his sudden touch but remained still. His frown deepened even more as he saw the purple marks scattered all over her throat, an almost painful look on his face. His fingers ghosted over her skin, examining every mark.

“You're in big trouble little maiden”, he whispered for only her to hear, his hot breath grazing her ear. She turned her head and squinted over at Saeyoung, her eyes meeting his sour expression. “But I actually need you,” the King continued, “and it would be a shame if I never saw that pretty smile of yours ever again, don't you think?” His frown turned into a seductive grin before he finally pulled away. Fay shivered, a chill running down her spine. King Jumin was a powerful man and his presence alone was intimidating enough.

The door opened again, Assistant Kang and Commander V entered the small chamber. And following behind them was no other than Yoosung, his hands uncontrollably shaking with fear. The air suddenly became so tense, someone could actually cut it.

“Well,” King Jumin began to break the silence, “now that everyone is finally gathered together in this rather unsuitable place, I'm able to announce the great news.” He looked around the room and Fay's eyes met with his piercing gaze. Scared, she quickly took Saeyoung's hand, squeezing it tightly, but withstood the urge to avert her eyes. Saeyoung squeezed back, his hand feeling cold and damp with perspiration.

‘This is the end. I will be hanged for sneaking around the dungeons, trying to free a criminal. What a stupid and embarrassing way to die, Fay! You're father would be disappointed in you. I can't believe this is happening…’

“At first, I did intend to hang both of you; him-” King Jumin pointed at Saeyoung, “for touching my horse and stealing salted honey tartlets, and you-” he looked at Fay, “for sneaking around forbidden areas. But I cherish your curiosity and braveness, valuable qualities that none of my guards seem to own.”

The King urged his commander to continue his speech. Commander V stepped forward, a gentle smile playing on his lips. “Our majesty, Adviser Kang and I discussed the issue and came to the conclusion that it would be best to send these three on the mission to Mint Eye.”

The King was pleased with their decision and nodded in his direction. The tension of Fay’s shoulders relieved and she was brimming over with mirth. The moment she waited all her life for finally came true. She looked over at Saeyoung, beaming with pride, but he was as pale as a ghost. Confused, she gave him a questioning look. But the commander started speaking again.

“As both punishment and blessing, this road will decide their final destiny” Commander V announced. Eyes widening with shock, Fay finally realized that her dream could turn into a nightmare.

[let-me-help-you-bruce]

Bruce Wayne X Reader Part 5

Hi you’ve reached Dr. Y/N Lillian Carson, I’m not here right now but if you could leave your name, your phone number and a message I will gladly get back to you. Stay bright 

Beep 

Good morning Darling or in your case goodnight. I am going to be coming back a little earlier than planned the business I had to attend to went smoother than Luscious and I planned. Also you haven’t changed your last name on here? You’ve been a Wayne for quite some time. I love you see you soon.  

Half awake I listened to the voice message Bruce had left me nine hours previous. Which made me happy. He had been gone for a week with little words spoke to any of us about his progress, a habit of his. It was 9:30 in the morning much later than I usually sleep in during the weekends. Everything was still and calm around me the only noise coming from the living area where Alfred was wandering around doing whatever he did with his time as well as the usual street noise. I smiled at the thought of Alfred, he had always been so kind. Thankful for him to be around serving as the only family Bruce had left. I got up putting on my rob making my way out to Alfred. Pure sunlight shined in from behind me warming up my back as I walked down the hallway. “Good morning Alfred” I chimed. He looked ti me from the book case he was dusting with an old smile. “Ah Good morning Mrs. Lillian. Did you sleep well” I nodded walking over the the tea station Bruce had installed in the living room, primarily for Alfred. “I did and you?” He nodded sitting down on the plush red chair with a grown looking a crossed the room. “Oh I certainly did. It’s quite quiet without Master Wayne around. Well besides Master Maddox he wild that one.” He looked up up me with affection “But very well mannered” I grabbed a cup off of the cup rack stuck in a bag of black tea replying to Alfred as I pored my water. “He is a sweet boy” I smiled. When I was done I joined Alfred in sitting in the identical chair a crossed form him.”How has he been doing as of late?” I inquired stirring my tea. He paused for a moment to gather his sentence. “He’s doing quite well in school, very smart as I imagine his father would be I’d imagine. I don’t know much about his mother though.” I nodded approving of what he said thinking of all the times I had met with the Clown Prince observing as he blabbered on finding intricate ways to avoid my questions. Where as Carmen sat quietly and still a crossed from me, shaking slightly not a word leaving her mouth. “His mother was a hard case” I said picturing her black hair and pale face. Her green eyes suspicious as they watched me talk. The lines in his face grew more curious as he got up to make a cup of tea as well. “What is her story. If you don’t mind me asking?” I kept sitting forward as I spoke. “Well as I said before her name if Carmen she’s a paranoid schizophrenic who si on constant suicide watch due to her frequent attempts.” Alfred sat down he face forming a frown at her condition. “Her entire past had been made up of abuse after abuse and trauma after trauma. She was first institutionalized when she was twelve in California for killing her foster parents and has been in and out of prisons and Asylums ever sense.” The old man shook his head “Who is he most like, do you think?” I sighed mulling Maddox’s parents around in my head searching for the answer I had wondered about many times before. “In terms of looks he has his fathers eyes and his mothers hair- also very good looking like the both of them. His personality though is more similar to his mothers. He’s quiet and reserved...”

We both went quiet mulling the information around in our heads. Both of us worrying about the most likely outcome of having two unhinged parents. “DO you think the boy will turn out like that?” Alfred asked me seeming more vulnerable than I had ever seen him. I took a large gulp of my tea imagining sweet little Maddox sulking in a room a knife in his hand ready to slash the pale flesh on his wrists to end the misery that was shoved onto him. I shook my head to get rid of the daydream. “Not if he is in a safe environment. He’s had less trauma than his father and certainly less trauma than his mother. It will be hard for him but I have hope.” Please by my answer Alfred smiled replying in a whisper that seemed to brighten up the whole room. “As do I master Lillian. As do I” Together we sat in silence sipping our tea and taking in the smell room around us. Unlike Wayne manor the penthouse smelled like new carpet  instead of old books. It was simply set up two love seats and a couch surrounded by cream colored carpet. A black TV sat off to the side around it clear windows that gave a 150 degree view of Gotham.  Suddenly the telephone rang. I went to retrieve it but Alfred ushered me to stay seated.His footsteps echoed away followed by his British accent saying “Hello Alfred speaking” There was momentarily silence followed by “Ah yes I will retrieve her for you, Mrs. Lillian phone for you” I smiled knowing he should have just let me answer the phone. Getting up I grabbed the phone nodding my head in thanks. “Hello Y/N here” 

“Hi this is Dr. Mathews for Gotham General. We have a patient by the name of Carmen white here”  My heart thudded a little of her name “Due to her being a past patient of your. We would like it if you could come down to assess her. She’s reached a point where she is stable enough to leave the hospital.” I nodded knowing she would have to go back to Arkham being it the only capable psych. hospital in the country. “What time do you need me there?” the doctor paused confused by my tone of voice. “Soon as possible.” I sighed answering “I will be done in 30 minutes.” The doctor said thank you before hanging up the phone. My legs sluggishly lifted my off the coach. “Alfred I have an appointment I need to be going to. It’s unexpected.” before I disappeared into my room I heard him reply “Yes Mrs. Lillian “ 

Quickly I got ready used to the time crunch of sudden appointments. Not bothering with any make-up I put on a professional looking black outfit and ripped a brush through my hair then I was off to the garage and on onto the streets of Gotham city. Gotham general was much closer to the penthouse than Arkham so I was able to reach it in a solid twenty minutes, not bad for the usual horrendous city traffic. Walking through the hospital and in the direction of intensive treatment my brain dreaded the stare of her injured dead eyes or how still she sat watching your every move as if you were going to attack her right then and there. I didn’t want to but it was a necessary job to be done. I walked up to the secretary’s desk with a false smile. “Hello I’m Dr. Wayne here to see a patient” The secretary looked up at me from typing on her computer. “Sure thing I know just who you’ve come for. I will call up Dr. Matthews” I nodded to say thank you sitting down to wait of the tan chairs pressed up against the matching colored walls. 

Occupying myself with a fashion magazine in front of me. There was a particularly interesting article about new positions to use to have hotter sex I thought would excite Bruce but I had my attention stolen away when I heard my name called, to soon the get to the juicy details. “Dr. Wayne. Thank you for coming own on such short notice” I got up smiling assuring him it was no bother. He led me into to back room that was lined with cell looking rooms, a nurse’s station in the middle. “So we’re going to be in room 233 on the left here” He stepped in front of me unlocking the deadbolt with a key hanging from his badge. Inside two beefy guards stood beside of Carmen’s bed. She had been strapped down along the waist, legs, ankle and wrists. Her composure remained calm becoming used to this sort of procedure. I smiled ready to face the horror. “Hello Miss. Carmen. Do you remember me? I’m Dr. Wayne” She nodded softly looking at me “I’m not talking with these thugs in the room especially him” Her pale finger pointed harshly at Dr. Mathews who dropped his head immediately. “I’m sure that can be arranged” I eyed Dr. Matthews who ushered the guards out avoiding my gaze. Once they had left I sat down in the chair somewhat close to the bed. “Okay were going to do a simple psych. eval. So we can determine you’re current state. You will be going back to Arkham but we need these kind of reports on file.” Her eyes connected to the ceiling  “Where’s my man?” She said her California sass thick. I hesitated for a moment not sure what to tell her. The truth? “You will not be in contact with him any longer Carmen. I’m sorry to say this to you but it is for the best” She looked at me horrified her pale green eyes widening. Violently her limbs began jerking around in the restraints. She screamed knowing her efforts were futile. Full tears ran down her beautiful face. Empathy rang through my bones. “Yo people are evil. I need him! I need him!” She sobbed Gently I put my hand on hers she pulled away snapping. “Dont touch me with your sympathetic glance .You get to go home to your man but I.. I...” Carmen began hyperventilating freezing in her bed. “Doctor!” I called out of the door. “It’s urgent!” Dr. Matthew rushed in with a shot in his hand. “Dr. Wayne please step back” Compliant I did Watching. “Okay Miss Carmen I’m going to give you a shot that will calm you down” He stuck the needle in her arm pumping the clear liquid into her veins.

....

Carmen didn’t wake up for another hour. When she did she was calm complaining lights about auditory hallucinations of her abusive fathers voice. She responded well to my sympathy which I was pleased about. Able to continue on with her Psych evaluation  I asked the basic questions of how her mental state is, if she was having any thoughts of suicide or harming others, her answer was yes as usual. When we finished up I wrote a discharge form instructing her to be taken to the intensive treatment wing of Arkham to keep her as far away from Joker of I could. 

I left feeling uneasy. Joker had been prone to breaking out of his cell and wandering the hospital at night, not causing a ruckus just wandering. What’s to say he wouldn’t make his way to her wing and see her sleeping in her cell. His precious flower who he thought had wilted away blooming fully in front of him. Before I unlocked my car I shook the thought out of my mind. There was a lesser chance of her slaughtering innocent people in Arkham so the chance had to be taken. The car ride home seemed to take for hours even though I was only twenty minutes away. It had become dark out so everything became just a blur of yelling and streaming lights. As I pulled into the garage my head was spinning from it, my vision being blotted light that scarred them. Sluggishly I got out locking my car and opening the door. 

To my surprise Bruce was there holding flowers in his hand. I smiled wrapping my arms around his shoulders giving him a kiss- pressing harder when I felt all the stress and worry melt away. Without saying hello to Alfred or Maddox Bruce carried me into the bed room dropping me on the bed. I giggled at him noticing that he had crushed the bouquet all over his suit. His eyes shining bright he brushed them off smiling as he laid on top of me gently kissing my neck then to my ear.

Thank you all for reading :) To be continued Same Bat-time Same Bat-Channel