~Thank you so much to @hime-af-baka for the request! And I’m terribly sorry for how long this took to complete. Life happened~
It hit you as soon as you had managed to drag yourself out of bed and over to the bathroom just how sore and exhausted you were. The sight of your own flushed cheeks and bloodshot eyes staring back at you in the reflection of the mirror. A brisk splash of water on your face cooled your skin and woke you enough that you were now able to notice the tiny purplish blue marks littering your neck and collar bones. Blushing, you were about to rush for concealer and powder before you heard rustling in your room. “Damn,” you thought, “He’s awake.” Looking around the bathroom, you spotted a small pile of clothes which you recognized as your nightshirt from the night before. The garment had been discarded before a late night shower and... Your face burned red as you tried to shake the thoughts and memories threatening to flood your mind.
“Y/N?” He was calling you, the steady padding of his feet on the wooden flooring telling you he was coming into the bathroom.
“In here!” You had returned to the mirror, occupying yourself with the brushing of your teeth and the washing of your face. As you patted your face dry you could feel his hands on your waist and the warmth of his bare torso against your back as he hugged you.
“How’d you sleep?” You smiled at his reflection in the mirror as you asked the question, giggling as he peppered your head with kisses. He groaned with a playful smile, unraveling himself from you and going about his own morning routine.
“Great until I was the only one in bed.” He shot you a playful glare just as you rolled your eyes, resulting in both of you bursting out in laughter. Once the laughing had calmed down you noticed his eyes on you, drinking you in as a smirk pulled at his lips. “Was I too rough baby?” Your hands moved to your neck and chest in an unconscious movement, your fingers delicately gliding over the marked flesh there. He smiled at your flustered reaction, leaning over to kiss your cheek. “So what’s on the agenda for today?”
“Sadly, studying. I have two midterms next week.” You pouted, turning and heading out into your bedroom to get dressed for the day after taking note of Namjoon’s pouty expression. Rummaging through your drawers, you could hear Namjoon exiting the bathroom and searching for his shirt in the bed, further wrecking the bed spread in the process. After pulling on a hoodie and some shorts, you went about fixing Namjoon’s mess as well as grabbing your bag.
“Are we going out to a library or cafe to study or should I just make coffee at home?” Namjoon came over and kissed your cheek, walking out of the bedroom with you and into the kitchen area. The thought of going out made the weight in your limbs seem instantaneously unbearable, making your decision fairly simple.
“Let’s stay in and how about I make the coffee before you burn or break something.” You handed him your bag with a wink before turning around and putting on a pot of coffee whilst ignoring his protests to your lack of faith in him. Dutifully, he got out your books and binders before sitting himself down and flipping through a book of his own. Once you had prepared two cups of coffee as well as two buttered pieces of toast, you brought them over to the table and set them down, sitting next to Namjoon. Coffee in hand and a textbook in front of you, you began your silent reading in hopes that you’d be able to understand at least a fraction of the information. Not even 30 minutes into your study session, Namjoons delicate fingers ran over your neck. Deciding to ignore the action that you were positive was meant as a segue into something else seemed rational and worked. At least, it worked for all of a minute before you felt something else on your skin. Something wet, cold, and a little sharp. “Ummm, what are you doing?”
“Doodling.” His response was simple and his voice seemed far away, pleasantly content. With a sign you continued your studies, deciding it was better that he was distracted with drawing on you rather than getting into some other kind of destructive mischief.
Nearly two hours and three chapters worth of notes later, you were exhausted and Namjoon had long since retired to the bedroom for a nap. His light snoring drifted from the room, beckoning your heavy eyes and muddled brain to join him in slumber. This is exactly what you planned to do as you finished cleaning up your school supplies and made your way to the room. As you walked into the room, something caught your eye in the reflection on the wall mirror. Turning back and moving closer to get a better look, you remembered Namjoons doodles as you examined the little sharpie hearts which enclosed many of the hickeys on your neck. Smiling at his goofy actions, you turned and went to crawl into bed next to him, kissing his cheek and cuddling close besides him before drifting off to sleep yourself.
Due to a rediculous amount of school work and the stress of my daily life, I'll be taking a break from updating Wicked and posting larger scale reactions and scenarios. It pains me to have to take a step back from my writing, but I'd rather take time to focus on school now so that I can release better quality content later on. I hope you all understand, thank you!
A reaction of when the members of BTS meet a fan they think is cute during a fan meet.
I don’t own any of the gifs
Seokjin: Jin would just be a fluffy, blushing mess. He’d find it surprisingly difficult to look at the fan in their eyes, opting instead to just shyly look down with the biggest smile. Occasionally he’d do some aegyo and maybe, if he was feeling brave, reach to hold the fans hands. He’d be sure to to write a cute message to the fan and give his number before letting them go.
“Omo... I hope they message me....”
Yoongi: Suga would be a flirt from the moment the fan came to talk to him to as soon as they had to go. He’d be waving to them and holding their hand and hanging onto every word that they said, making the most of his time with them. When it came time for the fan to move on, he’d pout but invite them to stay after the fan-meet.
“I can’t wait to see you after this.”
Hoseok: J-Hope would turn the aegyo up to full power, waving to and giggling with the fan. He would have never been so eager to make someone smile in his whole life and would feel like he won the lottery every time the fan giggled, blushed, and smiled. Like the others, he’d be sad when the fan had to go but would make sure to get their number.
“Expect a phone call soon~”
Namjoon: Rap Monster would lose a lot of his composure, but would somehow manage to keep a good amount of his attention focused on the fan. He’d chat up the fan a lot, having a really nice yet admittedly super flirty conversation with them. In the end, He’d send the fan off with a small wink and his number.
“That was awesome! I wonder if they’ll call me...?”
Jimin: Giggly Chim activated! I’m not sure he’d even be able to look the fan in the eye half the time, too busy biting his lip and smiling like the adorable dork that he is. However, he would manage to hold a small conversation with the fan, somehow managing to get their number in the process. Before the fan had to leave, he’d blow them a small kiss and wave, still giggling.
“I can’t believe that just happened... They were so adorable!”
Taehyung: V’s full attention would be on the fan. He’d lean extremely close to them over the table and hang on their every word, occasionally smiling at the fan’s flustered reaction. He’d be very upset when it was time for the fan to go and would reach out to hold their hand, telling them that he want’s to see them again soon.
“Please come to more of my events...”
Jungkook: Kookie would have a really hard time talking to or looking at the fan, making his attraction to them fairly apparent. He’d cringe when the fan did aegyo but would still enjoy it. He’d like having the fan around (even if he was very awkward) until the had to leave. Being the dork he is though, he’d fail to ask for their number or to see them later.
“Why were they so cute???”
Hello~ So this is my first ever reaction and I hope you all liked it. I tried to keep it as gender neutral as possible, so I hope that it worked out in my favor.
Please feel free to request scenarios, reactions, and the like for me to do!
Synopsis: A world ruled by mankind has long since seen its end, the likes of creatures holy and unholy alike having established their rule and place in society. However, when it seems the few remaining humans and creatures have risen to fight the rule of their unholy demonic emperors, they leave behind and incite the rage of their last Queen. Now, with a heart hungry for vengeance, you set out in search of these unknown murderers only to find yourself caught in their trap and in a world unknown to you. How will you regain the upper hand and get your revenge?
Your blood froze in your veins and a revolted chill ripped through your body as your eyes met his; deep, brown, amused, intense, but overall...controlling. Of all the sick, twisted, manipulative assholes whose grasp you could’ve fallen into, it had to be Takuya.
His sharp grin and tall, slim figure were just as you had remembered. From the moment you had first met him, your “fiancé” repulsed you. A half-blooded mix of demon and angel, he was a beautiful abomination to both aforementioned species’. The matrimonial pairing had been scandalous in all terms of the word in your society but had been accepted by your father solely with the hope to stop a war of biblical proportions between angelic and demonic forces before it could begin. From the moment you had first seen him, sauntering in through the large double doors of the royal hall, the unadulterated power and dominance radiating from his strong frame had paralyzed you in fear. As you spent more time in his brutish presence, you failed consistently to bond with the man who was to be your king. You also failed to yield to his dominance whenever he did break his silence to actually talk to you. Silent and deadly was how you came to recognize this abomination of nature, and so you’d merely bite your tongue and stand by his side. His constricting grip on your waist had always made you feel more like a lowly possession rather than a queen. Now, his crushing grip on your hips and rose-scented cologne once more had you crumbling to dust in the palm of his hand, adrenaline rushing through your still body.
“I’ve missed you, baby...” His breath grazed your neck, sending shivers down your spine as his soft, almost feminine voice made bile rise in your throat. You fought nausea back as best you could; trying hard to control your expression in his presence for you knew he’d be able to notice every minuscule twitch. Volatile and highly emotional as he was, you dreaded the thought of your possible fate if your body language betrayed you. You had no idea what he was truly capable of, though you’d witnessed him being angry before and what you could recall of the event left you trembling. You remembered clearly stumbling across a small argument he seemed to have had with a castle guard and hearing the sickening sound of snapping bones as the guard screamed in agony without Takuya having ever touched him. His rage filled glare as he watched the pathetic human guard collapse in sudden silence stood as a testament to the power of his anger... and of his unnerving power. Your father had been pale and still the entirety of the following day, staring at the throne room’s closed doors as if waiting for a specter of the most gruesome variety to burst through the door and wreak havoc on the royal court. News of the guards’ death had spread rapidly; rupture of internal organs had killed him, though no sign of physical conflict or harm could be seen externally.
You were broken free of your recollections as he suddenly gripped your shoulders, his strong and slender hands turned your body so that you now were face to face, your fear-widened eyes staring back at him. One of his hands moved languidly to your neck, his fingers delicately tracing your skin and the chain of whatever heavy object he had placed around your neck as he looked at it with a sort of melancholic pride. A soft sigh escaped his lips before he spoke, his words coming out as merely a whisper, “I even made you this lovely amulet.”
“Maybe now you’ll stay with me...” His last few words came out in a whimper that almost had your heart clenching in pity for the destructive lost soul before you. Almost, but the threat of what this ‘gift’ could truly do and of what he was capable of silenced your heart. It took a moment for the full meaning of his words truly sunk into your consciousness.
I’m immobile... and under his control.
Panic gripped you, leaving you speechless though the expectancy in his eyes told you he was waiting for you to say something, anything. However, when you failed to respond to his sweet yet demeaning words, a brief flash of some dark emotion ghosted rapidly over his features. This truly had your words caught in your throat and, as his grip on you tightened briefly, caused you to squeeze your eyes shut out of pure unadulterated fear.
After seemingly sensing your fear and loosening his grip, he released yet another exasperated sigh before it seemed his usual charisma had returned. He then appeared to distract himself with the task of merely looking at you. His eager eyes examined your figure, darkening slightly as they met with the low cut neckline of your dress barely concealing your breasts, as they followed the curves of your body in the short black garment, as they traced the hem of it touching the top of your thighs, and darkening further as they seemed to finally notice the scars decorating your lovely skin. Rage flashed in his eyes with such intensity that you had to avert your gaze.
“Who did this to you...?” His voice was low and threatening as his hand roughly gripped your jaw, forcing you to look at him. After a moment of silence filled only by his harsh breathing and your wide-eyed shock, he released you. Taking a step back to examine you, he pouted slightly amidst his anger, looking the perfect image of a child whose pet had disobeyed a command. With a wave of his hand as he turned his back on you, your legs finally gave out beneath you as movement returned to your body, your muscles suddenly feeling as if they were made of lead. The air was knocked from your lungs, leaving you a coughing mess as you stared at the plush black carpet, your mind racing to fit all the pieces together.
“Fine then kitty, don’t answer me but listen. As a matter of fact, come here.” Almost as soon as the words fell from his lips, your body was crawling towards him on all fours, sitting right in front of him on the floor despite your overwhelming urge to run and hide in a corner. You had no control otherwise, you would’ve stayed firmly where you had been next to the desk if it was your choice and the realization of this lack of control terrified you. You lifted your head to look into his eyes only out of pure shock and horror. It must have been evident in your tense jaw and the rapid rise and fall of your chest as he seemed to almost revel in the expression, lifting his hand to softly stroke your hair.
“It was really mean of you and your daddy to send me here but I’m glad you came back...” He spoke softly, an odd kind of infatuation lacing his words as his hands lifted you from the floor and onto his lap. Breathing in your scent, his hands traced their way up your rigid form to the clasp of the necklace at the back of your neck, gently tracing it. “...You’re mine now (Y/N).”
You’d lost track of space and time. You’d lost track of the number of near never-ending opulent presents now filling what had become your closet and your jewelry box and your body. How long had he kept you in that same blood red and midnight black room, gladly displaying to you all his new skills and toys? How long did he plan to continue forcing his “love” on you? How long did you have to be locked away from the world?
You had asked him that question many times after you had finally become brave enough and used to his visits enough to feel somewhat comfortable with speaking to him. When you first asked the question, he had seemed to feel a mixture of excitement at the sound of your voice finally calling to him and sadness at the request your question implied. He hadn’t answered you, nor had he when you asked the second, third, and fourth time. Finally, though he had smiled and chuckled at you when you asked, ruffling your hair in a way you assumed he thought was endearing but actually left you feeling dejected.
“When I know you’ll stand by me and be able to understand. This isn’t our world.”
You had just stared at a wall for days, trying to decipher the mysteries that had woven themselves into your life as you waited to be summoned out; to be deemed ready. You sat unmoving, having to be bathed and fed like a child until Takuya’s hands no longer felt entirely foreign as they brushed over your skin. After countless nights of lying next to him in bed and listening to him talk or watching him pace around the room in anger, you had become deaf and blind to many of his odd eccentricities while at the same time becoming all too hyper-aware of them. It had taken you less than a week to memorize every crack in the paint and every book on the corner shelf which served as the exit to the room. It had taken you much longer, however, to memorize and adjust to the way he would bite his lip while in deep thought and the way his voice would become hushed when talking about something good that had happened to him that day, his fingertips lightly tracing circles on your shoulder... it all had become almost comfortingly normal to the point where you no longer felt tense in his presence. Soon enough you had begun to anticipate his visits and almost enjoyed hearing him talk about his life, both before this apparently foreign world and now.
Angelic beauty and demonic power in the past had twisted him into a threat to your throne and society but now you found yourself oddly entranced by the same man who previously existed solely as a terrifying threat to you. Whatever the nature and purpose of the trap he had laid out for you was... you had fallen into it. His oddly forceful ways of proving his “love” to you had become welcome and his praise addictive. A mere lowly pet to him, you allowed yourself the illusion of your importance despite your precarious position.
“You look beautiful (Y/N)...” His arms wrapping around your waist and his luscious lips placing a delicate kiss on your cheek broke you from your thoughts. You were suddenly aware of your own extravagant reflection in your vanity’s mirror; glittering diamonds draped around your neck and hanging from your ears, a crimson satin and black lace trimmed gown adorning your elegant and by now strengthened figure. Your hair fell over your shoulders in perfect, bouncing curls and smelled of the vanilla rose perfume Takuya had gifted to you. Everything you were now was a gift from Takuya and the thought of just how much he had given you, his self-proclaimed Queen, brought an arrogant smile to your face.
If I can’t rule demons, I can rule here. He can make me Queen.
As if reading your thoughts, Takuya’s smile twitched nearly imperceptibly before he turned from you a moment to retrieve something from a velvet box on the bed you hadn’t noticed a moment before. Turning in your chair, you watched him as he pulled an elegant crown of diamonds, tear-drop shaped rubies hanging from breaks in the band of glittering silver and gems. He turned to you with a face full of pride, drawing the greatest satisfaction from the wide grin on your face. Striding confidently over to you, he delicately placed the glamorous crown atop your head and reached past you to pick up the pins on your vanity. Material adoration graced your features as you looked up at him, his fingers carefully pinning the crown in place.
“I give only the best for my queen. This is much better than that old piece of stone, yes?” He grinned wolfishly, leaning down and claiming your lips in a dominating manner that left you breathless. He truly did spoil you.
“I’m going to go get ready.” He straightened and smirked down at you before turning towards the bathroom. Smirking yourself, you stood and walked over to the gold framed floor length mirror he had gifted you a week prior. You stood tall, shoulders back as you took in your stunning reflection, hands ghosting over the silk of the gown's skirt. You’d never looked more regal or felt more like a queen and when Takuya walked up behind you, dressed in his suit and a red silk tie matching your gown, you felt at ease with the idea of having him on your arm. After all, what Queen is any worse off with a guard dog by her side?
You turned to watch as Takuya left your side, pulling a book from high up on the shelf and stepping back as the shelf swung open, revealing a set of gray stone steps that were eerily similar to those of the castle dungeon back home. Shaking off the sudden nerves that had seized you at the observation, you returned your attention to Takuya who had held his hand out for you to take.
“Are you ready my love?” Offering him a smile and a nod, you took his hand and ascended the stairs with him.
This so called “city” smelled foul, waste littering alleyways and dying humans lying amongst the trash. Tall buildings littered with a million dots of light and large rough sheets of black rock creating pathways for large, mechanical beasts that screamed at each other and followed the silent commands of color-changing orbs had your head spinning the second you left one of these “skyscrapers” with Takuya. A particularly long black monstrosity of shining wheels and machinery had been waiting for the two of you outside, a human opening its side so as to allow you two to step into the belly of the creature. The welcome normal sight of a human serving his ruler did little to soothe you as you shrunk behind Takuya, refusing to step towards the living beast which you had previously in your life only seen as an empty, vine covered corpse.
“(Y/N), it’s alright. Now get in the limo.” His voice was stern as he looked at his watch impatiently, pulling you out from behind him and shoving you towards the car. Stumbling in the black heels you wore, you had to regain your balance before throwing a glare back at him. Reluctantly, you stepped into the “limo” and sat on a surprisingly comfortable black leather seat. Looking up, you were shocked at the lavish interior of the car. Glittering red and purple lights shone in the mirror roof of the car, red lights gleaming out onto a white and gray marble floor from under the seats and a peculiar shelf in one wall of the limo. Crystal glasses engraved with calligraphic double T’s shimmered in the colored lights.
An arm draped itself over your shoulder, plush lips dotting numerous kisses along the line of your jaw. You turned to look at Takuya just as he got up and moved to the other end of the limo, in front of where you presumed the metallic monsters handler sat, and with a wave of his hand the crystalline amulet hanging around your neck seemed to glow in the dim space, your body moving towards him. You had grown accustomed to the forced movement and hardly whined when you were sat on his lap.
“Takuya...” Your voice was soft, inquisitive. His eyes lit up hearing his name fall from your lips, his hand caressing your lower back.
“Yes, angel?” A soft kiss landed on your collar bone as a chuckle at the irony of the pet name he had used escaped your throat. It was just then that the limo lurched forward, your hand flying up to grip the lapel of his suit jacket in anxiety. You looked around and out of the windows nervously before his warm hand resting over yours brought you attention back to Takuya and his entrancing gaze. “What is it?”
“...Where are we going?”
“We’re going to a meeting of mine, but we decided to have it in a nicer banquet hall this time. I wanted to bring my crown jewel with me to brag tonight.” He smiled at you, gently patting your hair. Oddly, a blush rose to your cheeks as you found that you enjoyed the gesture.
Meetings for Takuya you had learned consisted of him and the leaders of some of the other, lower ranking gangs he had under his control. Each gang had different roles in Takuya’s organization whether it was prostitution, drugs, theft, or even acting as hired hitmen. He stood as their leader, though he often had complained of the gangs’ multiple misdemeanors to you after particularly stressful meetings. From a group of siren-human half-bloods who primarily worked in prostitution making the foolish decision to use their more “high-quality product” to a newer, unclaimed gang who had been regularly ruining his business, he had to deal with them all and give the punishments. “Public humiliation and execution” he had said were his favorite ways of reprimanding his goons when you had absent-mindedly asked late one night, not really caring to hear an answer. When he had answered, a chill ran through you and you were left hoping you never had to witness one of these gruesome affairs which he had sounded as if he greatly enjoyed. Despite the inexplicable control over you and your emotions he had somehow managed to claim, he still scared you. As time had gone on, you found more and more moments in which you had no idea whether you wanted to kiss the beautiful mob boss or cower from him. Sometimes you even felt a new, destructive urge that scared you in its unfamiliarity... an urge to rip him to shreds and run.
The limo came to a smooth stop, allowing for you to move off of Takuya’s lap and slide over to the exit of the long car. As soon as the door opened, Takuya stepped out and extended his hand to you with a grin, lights flashing around him. Hesitantly, you took his hand and stepped out of the limo only to be assaulted by flashing lights and the roar of voices. You covered your ears and closed your eyes in an attempt to block out the chaos only to have Takuya wrap you in his arms and walk you towards a tall building of glass. You opened your eyes just as the two of you walked over the threshold of the grand structure. You immediately straightened away from Takuya, taking the sight of the large lobby and massive crystal chandelier hanging from the high ceiling. The room smelled of a pleasant mix of citrus and roses that you could only ever compare to the bath oils servants had begun to add to your baths as you had turned thirteen. Everything about the place was opulent and, you had deemed, truly fit for a queen.
“Mr. Terada, right this way.” A petite woman had rushed over to the two of you and bowed, motioning for you both to follow her as she turned and walked towards large, gold-embossed double doors. Takuya offered you a smile and his arm, which you gladly linked with your own before following the servant lady. Two heavily armed men were the ones to bow and open the doors for you. As soon as the doors began to open, however, one particular scent hit you so hard you had to take a step back: Coffee and mint.
Once the door fully opened, you could see a large oval table with a straight cut off at one end where two empty black velvet upholstered chairs sat waiting for you and Takuya. Many people both male and female sat all around the table. Many were human but a few had the tell-tale gray toned skin of a gorgon or the webbed fingers and glistening scales which blended into pale flesh and gave away their identity as a siren, or at least part siren. However, the most intriguing figures you examined were the six males whose dark attire and bemused expressions morphed into a sort of shocked exasperation at the sight of you standing arm in arm with Takuya. Of course, only one of the six seemed completely unimpressed by your sudden appearance.
“(Y/N)?” Takuya’s voice startled you and made you suddenly aware of just how lightheaded you felt. You looked up at his concerned face and offered a sheepish smile, turning to face forward and walk to one of the two seats at the head of the table with him. Everyone held their breath and all eyes in the room focused solely and you and Takuya as you both took your seats, no one daring to speak first. Silently, Takuya held out his palm and a small black leather-bound book was placed in his hand. As soon as he opened the book and began flipping through its pages, you could see the change in his body language as he became rigid in his seat, sitting tall with his head held high. He commanded the attention of the room and the respect of those in it. All seemed entranced by and yet absolutely petrified of him save for the six unimpressed men who slumped casually in their chairs, all displaying different degrees of attention.
“First order of business: Seokjin, would you kindly explain to me why in hell two of my and many more of your men are somewhere out there rotting?” His voice was cold and stern, leaving your grip on the arms of your chair slightly tighter than it was a moment prior. At his prompting, a tall and broad-shouldered man with the softest mint colored hair stood and bowed to Takuya. “Sir, we ran into unexpected intervention from the authorities. We truly tried to procure the tiger bu-”
“What was your job?” Takuya’s cutting question was met with apprehensive silence and a tangible guilt you could practically touch radiating from who you assumed would be only the first of Takuya’s victims for the evening.
“What was your job?!”
“Th-the job was t-to acquire a rare pet for the queen.” Seokjin’s downcast gaze flickered to you for a moment as everyone else’s eyes fell on you. You sat in apprehensive shock, suddenly hyper-aware of every breath you took and of every mumbled falling from the lips of the congregation. They were judging you, some of the females showing open disgust at your status. Shifting uncomfortably in your seat, Takuya only seemed to notice your distress once you uncomfortably cleared your throat. His gaze fell on you a moment before he turned back to Seokjin.
“Indeed. I’ll discuss the matter with you later on then. Now, our second order of business...”
The discussions and arguments regarding multiple successful and failed jobs went on for seemingly an eternity to the point where you had nearly fallen asleep during a discussion regarding a new group of girls from Russia who had come to Korea to feel exotic. Unfortunately, their need to feel special had placed them in the organization’s hands. You had tried hard to zone the more explicit details and topics of discussion, however, you had spent much of the evening in a constant state of disgusted nausea. By the time a golden plate of Kobe steak with saffron and white truffles as well as a glass of red wine was placed in front of you, it was all you could do to admire the beautiful and pricey food without vomiting. Sitting beside you, Takuya gladly dug into his food as many others sitting at the table did.
They probably almost never get to eat like this.
“Do you not like your food darling?” His velvety voice was right by your ear and you jumped, turning to face Takuya whose face was a mere inch away from yours. You recoiled, standing abruptly and sending the chair you had been sitting in flying backward with a deafening crash. All eyes were once again on you and you panicked, swiftly rushing from the room. Just before the large doors closed you could hear Takuya’s commanding voice ring out: “Meeting adjourned!”
You had no idea where you had run off to. All you knew was that you now found yourself in a large ballroom which glistened in white and gold. It was all so overwhelming for you. A different world, a different kind of opulence you’d never known, a different population to rule. Yet you were a subject yourself; a dolly for Takuya to dress up and spoil and play with. You fell to your knees on the dark wood of the floor, frantically trying to collect your thoughts and emotions and as you did, your hand flew to the amulet hanging around your neck.
Who were you? How did you get there? When did you arrive in this world? Why were those men here too? When was your family killed? Why were they all killed? What was the reason for you to be here? How did Takuya come to own you?
...He owns me...
The sudden crushing realization infuriated you, pushing all the rest of your sorrows and concerns and confusion to the back of your mind. Suddenly the urge to kill or break something, to just go berserk, returned to you with such startling strength and ferocity that you couldn’t contain it. Nails digging into the floor and leaving deep scratches, a feral scream of fury and agony ripped free from your lungs. The floor seemed to shake with the force of your fury, the last thread of your carefully upheld and groomed royal air and practiced grace snapping under the strain. You could feel the blood rush through your veins with renewed vigor. You could feel the static energy in the air. You could feel the six pairs of eyes that bore into your back and could taste the cock tale of their emotions on your tongue.
“(Y/N).” Leo’s cold, monotone voice brought you back to your senses just enough so that you could stand and turn to face the monsters before you. They were murderers and Takuya a puppet master. You refused to let any of them play with you any longer.
You grasped the milky white amulet tightly in your hand, wincing at the unexpected sharp pain it inflicted on your hand. Standing tall and grinding your teeth to cope with the pain, you failed to notice the blood falling on your gown and the floor from your now cut hand.
“I won’t be a pawn...” You closed your eyes, stealing your resolve.
“(Y/N), stop this.” They were stepping closer, apprehensive of what your next move could be.
“I won’t be a pawn.” Just tug hard enough. Get it off. You don’t need the elegance. You don’t need him to reclaim your power. You don’t need to live without your family.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Takuya’s furious voice had joined with the chaos, only serving to further steel your resolve.
“I won’t be your pawn!” You bit back a scream as you pulled with as much force as you could, warm blood trickling from cuts on your neck and pouring for your sliced palm as the amulet fell to the floor. Opening your eyes, you took in the expression of shock and anger gracing Takuya’s delicate features before collapsing limply to the floor as soon as N had touched his shoulder. Then, their attention was on you.
As the men began to close in on you, you began to back away, knowing that at least now, you would not be able to take them on. You turned to run but your effort to flee didn’t last long, a warm hand on your shoulder being the last thing you felt before the world around you faded to black.
