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cosmichwas · 3 years

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Souls and Witches (Kingdom)

Pairing: Yunho + Seungbo, minor Sungho + Seungbo

Genre: One-Shot, Witch!AU

TWs: There are a couple mentions of death, but nothing graphic

WC: 1.9K+

A/N: This is my first time writing for Kingdom! After watching Black Crown they just seemed so fitting for this concept. Please go give them some love and stream Black Crown :]

Living among other witches had become commonplace for Seungbo, their household constantly buzzing with magic from any source thinkable. As the oldest of them all he saw it his job to care for the younger witches, with special care to the newest of their clan. He’d found the boy on his own, hardly understanding the power he possessed, abandoned on the very edge of town with nothing but his backpack from school and a half-eaten slice of pizza. It was a sight that absolutely shattered Seungbo’s heart, and with no hesitation, he offered him a place to stay in his home.

He wasn’t as easily accepted by the other four clan members when they walked in the door, a cat-like hiss even escaping Sungho’s lips when he saw the newcomer. They all tiptoed around him for the first week, and then the light switch flipped.

Though, at times, Seungbo truly wishes he knew what he’d been getting himself into.

Seungjun loved to cause chaos. Every witch had their niche and his seemed to revolve entirely around chaos, leaving Dongsik to begrudgingly clean his messes (though he’d never be able to deny the affection he had for their newest.) There was only one place that anyone, especially Seungbo, would be upset if he caused a ruckus: the eldest’s study. They had a millennia’s worth of spellbooks, journals, rations, and more stored in there, meaning it was off limits unless it was necessary to retrieve something.

“Guk Seungjun, if I find that you’ve made a mess of my study again I swear-” He started as he marched towards said room, the sound of shattering glass and a poor attempt at a withheld swear having caught his attention.

“Don’t swear hyung, you know you’d have to follow through with it.” Sungho said in passing, pressing the lightest of kisses upon his cheek. With a deep sigh Seungbo reconsidered his words, about to begin speaking when their youngest rushed out of the room, all but barrelling into him like a child trying to hide. This piqued the eldest witch’s concern and interest instantly, as Seungjun wasn’t one to be easily frightened. He would fight a grizzly bear bare-handed if he could, making smart-ass comebacks to anything the older witches said, mixing the most volatile of items to find something that caused enough chaos to soothe his soul. He hadn’t run to any of his elders in fear since the first year they’d brought him in.

“Hey now, you know I was just playing about the study right? I can always clean it up.” He said, trying to gently pry Seungjun away to face him proper. He could feel his heart pounding, blood rushing through his veins, and within moments Yunho was rushing down the stairs with the same panicked look. The two were linked in ways no human could imagine, having sworn their souls to each other nearly a millennia ago. Communication through their thoughts, emotions, there was nothing to hide and nothing could be hidden unless they explicitly wanted it to be. It was then that figurative alarm bells went off through his body, someone, no, something, having breached the outer line of their property. It hit him with such force he couldn’t help but gasp, shivers being sent down his spine, clutching Seungjun tighter.

“Soul walker.” Seungbo breathed, understanding flooding through him. “Yunho, call for Dongsik to take him. I’ll handle this.”

“Are you sure? The last time you got into anything with one of them you nearly got us both killed! You do understand that our immortality is tied to our souls, right? Right?!” Yunho said, only mildly defensive as he waved his hand towards the cat slinking between his feet, the black ball of fluff disappearing up the stairs and into the shadows to bring Dongsik into the common area. He tried to maintain a hard, unwavering look towards Seungbo but it dropped when they both felt the walker’s energy grow stronger, meaning one thing and one thing only.

It was feeding.

Seungbo pushed the younger witch from his arms towards Yunho and burst out the door into the chilly air, barely managing to snatch his sword from where it was hung in the doorway. They had a fairly large piece of property but he could see the soul walker’s ghostly form the moment he stepped off the deck, it’s long hands holding a teenage boy, talon-like claws sunken into his skin to keep him still.

“Not on my property, asshole. Come pick on someone your own size!” Seungbo yelled, watching as the walker dropped the boy and turned to face him, a terrifying scream of delight leaving it. The souls of witches would always be preferable over that of a human, but a witch who was as old as Seungbo? It would be a dream come true for something like a soul walker. It charged at him, barely giving him the time to side step and swing, cutting straight through it like a hot knife through butter. He winced at the sound it made, spinning on his heel and taking the chance to swing again before it could turn.

“Fooood, you are fooood! Give me!” It drawled, pulling a smirk on Seungbo’s face.

“Never in a million years. Either get off my property or face reincarnation in the hands of Hades.” He walked backwards, keeping himself poised and ready until he was standing mere inches from the teenagers on the leaf covered lawn. The wind swelled with the force of a storm gale before settling again, the walker now surrounded on four fronts.

“You do understand you don’t have to be so protective of us, don’t you? Let us help sometimes.” Sungho piped up, spinning his sword leisurely as he advanced on the walker.

“Agreed. I don’t get enough action, always tending to your wounds and Seungjun’s spells gone wrong.” Jihun mused, the leaves spiraling around his legs as he walked, head tilted slightly to the side as he timed his steps with Sungho.

“I’d like to be part of the decision making process as to what happens to us.” Yunho said, though his words held no weight. Wherever either of them went, the other would be there, even if he was late. If either objected, they’d pull out of the fight in an instant.

Seungbo looked around, chuckling at how the soul walked spun, as if trying to decide who to go after first. “You know, I’ve been thinking about the last time we did this and truth be told it reminds me of Ghostbusters. Y’know, don’t cross the streams?” He said, raising the point of his sword to the sky, sighing at the energy he felt flow through him, the other three mimicking his movement. The sky above them darkened with clouds, the wind whipping through their clothes.

“Oh shut up, now is not the time!”

“You take the fun out of everything Sungho!”

“I do not!”

“YOUUUU! Youuuu leave yoursssself defenselessss! Easy to taaake!”

There was a beat of silence, a snort of laughter, and nods from each of them before they brought their respective swords down, directing the blast upon the soul walker. There was no worry about injury or blast zone, Yunho having told Dongsik what they planned and allowing him time to form a barrier of sorts. The moment there was nothing but dust between them they all collapsed, exhaustion flooding through them.

“I hate those things, all this because they can’t feed somewhere else! It’s our property, we have a sign that says “no trespassing”-” Sungho mused, forcing himself from the ground as he used his sword for support. “And before anyone comments I do know they can’t read.”

Seungbo tuned the others out and crawled his way over to the two boys, finding one of them soulless, meaning he’d die in a day’s time. He’d gotten to the other in time, though he could feel how shaken up he was. The whole experience had left the boy nearly as pale as his white hair, cold as ice, dried blood covering the skin around the puncture wounds from the walker’s claws and fangs. If they didn’t get himself inside and under their care he’d likely not wake up, comatose until his internal organs failed.

“Jihun.” His voice was quiet but firm, the banter behind him dying down as their head healer crossed the small distance between them and crouched down across from the elder witch. “Can you...save him? We can’t save the other boy.” He couldn’t help the waver in his voice, such a scene hitting too close to home for him. Jihun easily picked up on this and gave a nod, choosing his words.

“I’ll do everything I can to make sure he wakes up.” He gently picked the white haired boy up from the ground, calling for the others to follow him inside. Sungho went with him, sparing one last glance at Seungbo before shutting the door behind him.

There was silence as Yunho settled next to Seungbo, allowing him to sink into his emotions for the first time in a while. He interlocked their fingers and pulled his clan mate, his lover, into his embrace, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head. “He reminds you of Seunghyun, doesn’t he?” He finally asked. Seungbo hesitantly nodded, brushing the boy’s hair from his face.

“He’s so young, why do they take them so young? They’ve hardly lived…” His tongue felt like a lead weight in his mouth, silent tears rolling down his cheeks. “Donsik will take care of him, right? We can’t save him but we can at least make sure he’s put to rest properly. I don’t…” He bit off the end of his sentence.

“He won’t end up like Seunghyun.” Yunho confirmed, pulling him away from the boy. “Come, let’s go inside. We need rest if we’re taking care of the other boy.”

With one final glance Seungbo followed him inside.

The snowy haired boy didn’t wake for three days, and for another three days after that he refused to speak, only taking food from them. It wasn’t until Sungho, in all his charms, made a joke about him selling his soul at such a young age.

“I did sell my soul.”

His words rang through the room as he sat on one of the three couches in the common room, nursing a mug of herbal tea in his hands. They’d come to learn through writing his name was Yoosung, though he’d been nicknamed Ivan through his childhood.

“I sold my soul without believing it was real. Minju and I did it as a joke and that...that thing chased us all the way out here.”

The six witches took time to process what he said before letting out hums or sighs, knowing it wasn’t uncommon for the kids these days to do that.

“But, in order to go through with something of that nature, you have to have a reason. Why, even jokingly, were you selling your soul off?”

Yoosung hesitated with his answer, pale cheeks tinging pink from embarrassment. “We...we both had dumb things about our body we didn’t like. He wanted bigger muscles, and, I, I said I wanted a bigger butt. It was the first thing to come to mind!”

“You sold your soul for a bigger ass?!” Sungho exclaimed, followed by Seungjun and Dongik breaking into fits of laughter. The other three shared an exasperated look, as if to say ‘we saved him for this?!’

Yeah, they were in for quite a ride.

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