#god tae

[inblueroom]

[evangelene]

Through the Temple Window (Beginning)

*I have decided that this will be a drabble series

Summary: God Taehyung x Mortal reader.

Touch

To Taehyung, who favored being alone in the depths of one of many temples dedicated to his godliness, found himself greatly annoyed one day by a pair of loud-mouthed women.

That had been his favorite of all his temples, namely because it was rarely upkept and, therefore, would be devoid of any being--godly or otherwise.

However, after a meeting with the other gods around the area, he was entirely displeased to find that his momentary peace from eternity was disrupted--by you.

The moment he heard you, he decided that you were loud--whoever you were--and that your volume was grating his hearing, to the point that he contemplated sacrificing you for the sake of his own mental peace.

"Shut it!" You shouted to the other woman with you. Her voice was much higher and naive, like she had yet to experience anything other than silver spoons and open palms. You, however, were loud like you needed to shout to be heard.  "Whimpering will not get us out of our duties."

"Your duties." The other woman mumbled.

"These were never my duties; I suggest you shut your mouth before you find my foot someplace you don't want it."

"But...but sis, what if he's inside? You know what they say--anyone who sees him never returns, he doesn't like to be seen."

"Well you would know, if you had come to clean with me anytime prior, that he is never here mid-day." You muttered, huffing as something metal clattered against the stone entrance to his temple.

"I--Y/N, you know I--"

"Gods I told you to shut it!"

"You're the one being loud!" The second voice hissed. "What if he hears us?"

It was at that very moment that you made the poor decision to shoulder open the door to his temple, letting in a ghastly beam of pure sunlight. It wasn't enough that you brought light into his dark sanctuary; no, because then you proceeded to mock a god--albeit unknowingly--right to his face.

"Oh dear God of Death and all the cowshit that you reside over, please forgive me for all of my sins for I am just a dear, insolent, foolish mortal like my sister here."

And then, with a graceless turn of your head, your eyes met his.

What Taehyung expected from you seemed to be everything you never gave. What he expected was for your eyes to be round, with a ring of white around the irises like your frozen solid sister standing next to you. But you, you were the exact opposite.

What Taehyung got was you with a bucket of water slung into the crook of your elbow, a stare, and one eyebrow raised like it was your way of saying every curse in the book. "Smite me."

Taehyung was between fulfilling that request and snorting out laughter--it wound up being the latter, if only as a gut reaction. Your sister smacked you in the hip with her half empty bucket. "Such a vile mouth on you, mortal." He murmured from the shadows, causing you to open the door until enough light was let in to prevent such shade. Not only vile, but defiant.

"Like I care what a God thin--" You were cut off by your sister brutally smacking the back of your neck with her hand until you were forced into a deep bow that mimicked her own.

"W-W-We're so sorry, s-sir." The other woman apologized quickly, hissing to you through gritted teeth. "How dare you talk to the God of Death like that--are you trying to get us killed?"

Before you could open your mouth, Taehyung's back straightened as he leaned against the ivy-coated wall of his temple. "God of Death? Is that what you humans call me?"

You stared up at him through your fringe. "Is that not what you are?"

"We don't give each other titles. As far as us gods are concerned, we all do the same things and have no specific control over any aspect of mortality and life. I am what I am; the name you mortals attach to me makes no difference."

You were stronger than your sister, shoving her grip off of you so you could straighten your spine to match his. Something in the fact that you weren't as weak and thin as your blood relation had him believing that you were two pieces of royalty cut from different cloth--unequal in a kingdom he knew nothing about.

Taehyung, God of Death, presumed he got his title from his lack of interest in the living.

"Of course it matters." He found your gaze surprisingly resilient for a being that could perish so easily. Much to your sister's dismay, you stepped deeper into the temple, strides aiming towards a window entirely covered by thick vines of ivy. "Honestly, if what you are isn't important than why should we even bother to clean a temple dedicated to a false name?"

"No one has cleaned this temple; that is why it is one of my favorites." He glared at your fingers hovering over the ivy curtain, knowing full well that the second you removed it there'd be too much bright light for his liking.

You smirked at him, your sister refusing to move from the temple entrance. "Then I shall clean it."

"Sis he said--"

"I can hear, Amelia." You snapped. "I just chose not to listen." You chuckled, fingers digging into the ivy as you ripped it away piece by piece, revealing bolts of sunlight that seemed to light up your form bit by bit.  And then, before he could stop you, he was practically blinded by the force of the light, your smile boring into him as the cleared window let in a gust of wind that lifted strands of hair off your forehead. "It's infuriating, isn't it? Being called something that you're not?" You murmured, that stupid smile still present on your face. "Since you make no claim to the God of Death, then I feel that you should not live like one."

"Sis!"

"Vile mortal." Taehyung hissed, squinting into the light.

"You are acting like a creature of the dark for no reason; how dare you call me vile when you are a pathetic, moping mess of a God."

"Y/N!" Your sister shrieked, causing your attention to momentarily drift to her. "Shut it!"

Taehyung cocked his head at you, lips pursed.

"I am here to clean your temple out of duty to my mother rather than duty to a religion. Kill me if that bothers you--the kingdom would thank you." You shouldered past him, making your way towards the second ivy-covered window in his temple.

"Please don't listen to her." Your sister, finally broken from her moment of stupefaction, scrambled towards you with her bucket--shielding you from Taehyung's view as if that could protect you from the wrath of a God. "She's dumb but she means no harm. I--I can't lose her too."

"She is not dead, she is just married. There is a difference, Amelia." You didn't turn to face her; instead you just pried at the ivy and fished a wet rag from the depths of your bucket to douse the sill.

"To a murderer." She whispered.

Taehyung, ignoring her, stepped towards the pair of you. He sidestepped your sister, despite the way her eyes followed him around the room. Instead, his gaze was rooted to you, scanning your form for any sign that he should keep you breathing. "Quite plain for royalty." He murmured, admiring the strength to your back.

You raised an eyebrow over your shoulder, almost appearing to be surprised by his proximity. "I am not the princess--she is. But if it pleases you to know, you are quite ugly for a God." There was some sort of darkness fading from your eyes, but it was quickly replaced with an amusement that captured his interest. Perhaps you were loud, but at least you weren't boring.

"I've decided that I shall keep you alive--for now." He smirked.

You snorted.

[thetaekooklibrary]

to take from those what little happiness that can be given

by chaoticmusings (1/1 | T | 12,636)

Death and Harmony haven't always been on the best of terms, which is easy to accept without so much as a second thought. They are, after all, two beings that represent conflicting sides.

But perhaps it's because Death has always assumed Harmony was as meddlesome as Love, while Harmony has always assumed Death was as ruthless as War.

admin s: I read this a while ago and thought I'd rec'd it but a sequel came out today and I realized I never did rip... this is really good though please read it!!

[evangelene]

Through the Temple Window (Touch)

(Valentines day drabble--AKA taken from a scenario I have planned in the future. Maybe it’ll just be a drabble series. IDK. We’ll see if anyone likes it or has any ideas.)

Summary: God Taehyung x Mortal reader.

Beginning

"What is the purpose of this?"

"It's called a hand, Tae--"

"Calling a God by a nickname now, how foolish--" You cut him off by placing your finger to his lips, glaring up at him. "Mere human, you dare taunt me?" He mumbled  against your finger, feeling goosebumps trail down his spine from the sight of red swarming the skin of your cheeks.

"Us humans like to hold hands sometimes, we are creatures of contact."

He frowned down at where your hand met his, fingers laced together in a way that he had never seen nor cared about before he'd met you. It wasn't like he'd left his temple much--humans bored him, other gods bored him; the world was one monotonous black and white show put on solely to make him wish that a knife to the heart would be an effective death for a god.

Unfortunately, he was unkillable.

"Why is that?"

You shrugged. "Perhaps it's because we love so much that we just don't know what to do after a certain point--we want to become blended with the one we love until you can't tell us apart."

"Is this a confession?"

You smacked him, the tips of your ears shifting to become the same color as your face. For some reason he would never truly be able to explain, the sight of the color to your skin lit some sort of happiness within him.

He grinned, leaning down to curl his fingers under your chin and tilt your head closer to his. "Then what about this? Surely this is enough contact?"

"Never." You whispered, your fingers twitching in his grasp.

"Then these things called kisses? I've heard about them from Jimin--being the god of love and all that bullshit--"

"You dare call it bullshit now?" You raised one eyebrow at him, catching him once more in his stupid, human blunder.

"It once was to me." He hissed, fingers tightening on your chin. "I emphasize once because I am aware that you will hold this over me until your skin ages and your memory fades."

You made a face that had him chuckling. "I will love you nonetheless, Y/N, my precious mortal."

You stared at his mouth instead of him, humming softly. "You were asking me about kisses?"

"Is their purpose much the same?"

"Mm. I believe so." There was a slickness gathering to where your skin met his, a nervousness he could feel emanating from you despite the lack of such instinct on his part.

He tilted his head back slightly, smirking down at you. "You act as if you require one of these?"

You glared up at him, your eyes flitting from his mouth to his own humored stare. "Perhaps I should pray for it?"

"No need." He leaned down, curling his hand up to your cheek. "I've already heard your request loud and clear."

And then, with the press of his lips against yours, Taehyung, the "God of Death" finally believed he understood the human need for contact.

[thetaekooklibrary]

Perihelion

by mindheist (1/1 | T | 2,219)

Perihelion: the point in the orbit of a celestial body at which it is closest to the sun. (sequel to Give Me Your Hands (I Will Pick the Stars for You))

admin a: I was thinking about the sun & moon fic as I was watching the eclipse today and thEN MINDHEIST POSTS THIS LITTLE THING EXCUSE ME WHILE I CRY

[psychicbee]

Hold me tight until I'm absolved

by elisabeta (1/1, 2470)

At Naksan Temple, the God of Mercy is weary and bored of his thousand year routine.

In Seoul, living among humans, a little demon prince is craving absolution.

[kpopsideshow]

Y’all like I love Tae’s music so much me and him are fa real about to scrap in these streets I’m tired of him doing this to me

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