#runyoucleverboyandrememberme1234

[kirishwima]

May I request RFA members and Saeran with a MC who had to take the elixir?

ooo this is interesting! im going to make this into a more general headcanon, since the only time MC is actually faced with taking the elixir is during Another Story, so I’ll focus on that, hope it’s ok ^^

RFA + SAERAN WITH AN MC WHO TOOK THE ELIXIR:

* Saeran gave them a choice; take the elixir and stay with him or...don’t take it, and face the consequences

* MC didn’t want to. God, they wanted to escape, to leave this mess behind them, pretend they never met any of these people...but Saeran was in front of them, the vial in his hands, and threatening to hurt V and the rest of the RFA if MC didn’t comply...

* They didn’t have a choice. They’ve come to care for these people far too much, after realising they’re real people, people MC has been speaking with every day, has gotten close to, people who care for them and even tried to rescue them from Mint Eye-it was because of MC that V was almost captured, and now in immediate danger if MC didn’t comply to Saeran’s wish.

* So with a big breath, their hands shaking, they reached for the vial, clasping their hands around Saeran’s as they tugged the vial to their lips.

* Saeran smiled, something vicious and bordering manic as he tilted the vial, bringing a hand to the back of MC’s head to keep them there until they drank all of the vial’s contents, forcing it down even as they choked, their eyes filling with tears at the taste.

* “Shush now” he pleaded, “I made this one especially for you, it’s as sweet as can be my darling!” he beamed.

* It’s true. The concoction was sticky sweet like cotton candy that was left to burn, the aftertaste horrendous and burning like strong liquor as it went down MC’s throat, it’s effects almost instant, a ringing in MC’s head that made their vision swirl.

* They stumbled forward as they finished drinking, and Saeran held them in place, letting them fall into his arms. He laughed, running a hand gently through MC’s hair before taking a fistful of their hair, tugging them up to whisper in their ear.

* “Welcome to Mint Eye, MC” was the last thing MC heard before the world went dark.

* When they next awoke they felt...different. Weaker, almost. Their mind was a blank, their eyes drowsy and barely opening. Where were they? What were they doing here? 

* They felt hands prodding at them, a warmth by their cheek, a voice that hurt their ears like a screeching cat, like nails on a blackboard.

* “Up....shut UP!” they screamed and pushed whoever was touching them away with as much force as they could master. This voice, it hurt them, it made them gag-they gripped the sides of their head as they groaned, trying to orientate themselves with their surroundings.

* They were in a cabin, light illuminating thorugh a burning fireplace, a pair of faces looking down at MC as they were sitting up on a dusty couch.

* A pair of mint eyes...and a pair of red. Who were these people? Why-why did MC feel such a guttural hate towards them?

* “MC-oh, we were so worried, you wouldn’t wake up and-do you feel okay?” the mint-eyed man spoke, kneeling down to face MC; his face hurt them, made them want to dig their nails into his flesh and rip off his skin.

* It must’ve showed on MC’s face, the hate and confusion, because the other man-the one with red eyes, put a hand on the mint-eyed guys’ shoulder, tugging him back and whispering something in his ear.

* The mint-coloured man looked crest-fallen, and it was sick, how something in MC’s gut churned sweetly at the sight, a mix of pleasure and guilt all at once.

* He stood up and left the room, his footsteps quiet, before the red-haired guy took his place in front of MC. At least this one didn’t try to put his hands on them, good.

* “MC...what do you remember?”

* His voice still hurt, but he was a respectable distance away, and each of MC’s limbs felt sore and heavy, so whatever hateful acts their mind was screaming at them to commit towards the man, they couldn’t master the energy to act them out. Better play along for now, they supposed.

* “I remember...” they groaned, scrunching their eyes as they tried to think. What did they remember? Their name...their age, studies...what-what’s their last memory?

* “I remember...a man” the red-head besides them breathed sharply, but remained quiet. “He...him and a woman...beautiful...dark....my Savior..”

* What were these faces flashing in front of MCs eyes? Their mouth felt dry, their stomach heaved, as if there’s something missing...but what?

* “Oh no...no MC, did you-do you remember drinking something? A drug?”

* MC frowned. “A drug...no, no but I remember...the vial, the elixir, blue-sweet, so sweet I-I need more of it I think I-” they tried to stand up, but the redhead moved fast, put a hand to their shoulder and pushed them back down, and they hated how easily they went down, their body weak and betraying them.

* “You...we tried to come as soon as we did, tried to rescue you before they could hurt you” the man supplied, his eyes glassy, taking off his stupid coloured glasses to rub at his face. “You were only with them for a few days how did they manage to-what did they do to you?”

* MC looked up to the man. He was crying and yet...nothing in them stirred. They should feel empathy when someone’s crying, shouldn’t they? Shouldn’t they want to comfort him?

* And yet-they couldn’t help it. Couldn’t help the vicious smile snaking its way to their lips, a toothy grin, showing fangs and menace. 

* “My Savior will be pleased, so pleased-if only we could make the mint-haired man cry like this” they laughed, their voice sounding foreign-were they always this mean? It felt as if their brain was splitting, another personality coming forth, like they were in a prison of their own making-and yet they didn’t mind.The look of pain on this man’s face was far too enjoyable for them to care.

-I’d be down to writing a part 2 of this if anyone’s interested, I just didn’t want it to get too out of hand right now lol, so lmk if you want a continuation!-

-Send me a mystic messenger scenario/headcanon for a characters’ reaction!-