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Under the Blue Flames- Nine

"There is no blue without yellow and without orange." - Vincent Van Gogh

Pairing: Vampire!Yuta x Reader

Y/N Pronouns: She/Her

Genre: Fantasy au, Supernatural nct, sometimes college au, sometimes magical school au, angst, fluff

Chapter Word Count: 7.8K

Catch up on previous chapters here

Chapter Warnings: Swearing, graphic depictions of violence, blood, religious references and imagery, secondary character death (butipromisetheendingishappyiswear)

Tag List! @kodasity @hope-lovelle @ygimsgw @nini0620

Chapter Nine

You sat in your family living room, watching your Dad pace around as he tried to articulate whatever he was thinking. Taeyeon sat next to you, aggressively writing down notes to herself and texting people. She would normally have the winter break off, but with the coronation she had agreed to be paid overtime in exchange for helping out.

“Are you either of you going to tell me why you called me here? I kind of have stuff to do today,” you finally interjected.

You were finally going to get a dress- the day before the coronation- when your Dad called you in a panic to go over to the house as soon as possible. You borrowed Mark’s car, and within thirty minutes you were in your living room, waiting for someone to talk to you.

“There’s a tradition sweetie that, to be honest, I think most people expected to not happen for several reasons,” your dad rambled, adjusting his tie now to stop himself from pacing.

“Okay?”

“Spit it out, Lee,” Taeyeon muttered, looking up for a moment from her clipboard.

Sighing, your father cleared his throat. “Yuta’s Mother is on her way here to deliver what you’ll be wearing to the coronation.”

“Huh?” you shouted, stepping up from the couch and hoping that your father was just kidding.

“Traditionally, the mother or father of the soon to be ruler would personally deliver the garments the person betrothed to their child would wear,” Taeyeon helped clarify, glaring at your father for his horrible delivery. “I don’t think anyone expected this for… several reasons.”

“Yeah like the fact that my kid is not engaged, she’s not a mythic, and his mother is a nightmare,” your Dad cut in, running his fingers through his hair.

“Oh god I can’t see her again,” you panicked, feeling your blood instinctually start to boil at the thought of his mother. The anger you felt with her last time triggered your powers- you feared what having to see her again in such close quarters would do.

“You’re going to be fine, but gosh could you cover that bandaid on your neck? It looks abysmal,” Taeyeon went to get a better look at the bandaid on your neck that covered Yuta’s bite mark and you instinctively moved away from her.

“How did you even get hurt on your neck? Was it Sicheng? I told Yuta that was a stupid idea,” your Dad blathered.

“No, it wasn’t Sicheng, it was just an accident. Can we please focus on the matter at hand?” you plead, hoping they wouldn’t notice the embarrassed blush creeping onto your cheeks.

“If you refuse to see her and refuse to accept her dress, it will not be good,” Taeyeon noted, frowning. “As horrific as she is, at the end of the day, this is a way to help bring humans and mythics together… a small, tiny way. Plus, the council will know and make Yuta’s job difficult if you don’t wear it.”

“She isn’t obligated to do anything,” your father huffed, tugging at his tie. Rubbing your temples, you sighed. You were placed in a position that Yuta’s mother had to love- damned if you did, and damned if you don’t.

“How long until she gets here?” you asked, standing up to start going through the clothes in your old closet. Taeyeon glanced down at her phone.

“Twenty minutes.”

“Can you make me look not horrible by then?” you forced a begging tone.

Taeyeon was always helpful, and this moment was no exception. She dug through the clothes you had left behind in your family home, and muttered to herself her thoughts as she did so.

“You know, I read your father’s mind yesterday,” she suddenly spoke up. You had been digging around your jewelry box and were a bit caught off guard by this announcement.

“Oh,” was all you could say.

“I know… about your…” she paused now, looking up as if to search for the words as her hands hovered over a dress. “Heritage,” she finally settled.

“Ah,” she didn’t make it easy for you to respond with anything more intelligent.

“Your past doesn’t change who you are, remember that,” was all she said, before yanking out a white over the shoulder top and a pair of slacks that were buried in your closet. “Put this on, and we’ll braid your hair to cover the bandage.”

Sitting on the couch facing Yuta’s mother felt like torture. So badly you wished you had gotten your onyx necklace back from Sicheng, so at the very least there could be some sort of safety net. But you were on your own, managing your emotions as best as possible.

Your father and Taeyeon awkwardly stood in the corner of the living room, glancing between Yuta’s mother, you, and the ornately wrapped gift box that sat on the center coffee table.

“My, while it is nice to see the both of you,” she flashed her fangs now as she forced a smile at them, “I would love to have this moment be a private one,” she looked back at you then, “just between us.”

You forced an uncomfortable smile back and looked towards your father, “sounds great.”

The pair then, after exchanging nervous looks, excused themselves down the hall to your father’s office.

Left alone now, you looked back at the older, beautiful vampire. “Thank you for coming by, I did not expect this. Although it is a lovely surprise,” you forced, hoping she would look past what to her was not one but two bites on you from her son. She smiled and leaned forward, pushing the box closer to you than it already was.

“I am happy to be here and follow our traditions. Please, open the box. I helped design the dress with you wholly in mind,” she cheered, an odd almost excited energy coming from her. The hairs on the back of your neck rose, but you mentally tried to soothe yourself, trying to convince yourself that she had maybe turned over a new leaf- or was at least trying to give you a real chance.

Smiling at her, you slowly undid the ribbon that held the golden box together, peeling away the delicate fabric. Setting it aside, you lifted the lid of the box and felt your blood run cold.

At the top, set deliberately was a pack of wrap gauze bandages. You tried to not think over the implications too much, setting it aside with the ribbon to pull out the dress that sat underneath. A plunging, halter top dress with a double slit that would run along both thighs.

It was a beautiful dress, with gorgeous black lacing and both black and ruby jewels sewn into the top. But, it was also incredibly revealing- the neck and thighs both being exposed. Glancing down, you looked at the gauze wrap before looking back at Yuta’s mother.

“I had figured you would need the wrap. My son can’t seem to control himself and you allow this to happen,” her tone was still light hearted, but the words were full of a venom that sunk deep into your bones. “You should be ashamed of yourself.”

Mouth still dry, you sputtered out, “they’ll be healed before tomorrow.” Maybe you could- embarrassingly- ask Johnny to heal at least your neck. Anything would be better than this… symbol she so lovingly wanted you to wear. She clicked her tongue, before smiling and standing up.

“I think not. I already noted to the rest of the council-sans my son- that the bandages are a part of your gifted coronation outfit. Not wearing it… would simply be rude, don’t you think?” she was watching you, seeming to relish in seeing you freeze and try to come up with any sort of proper response to her.

“It would be rude, don’t you think?” she repeated, speaking through her smile now. She had backed you into a corner, fully.

If you don’t embarrass yourself and wear the wrapped bandages which exposes yours and Yuta’s intimate life, you in turn place him in horrific standing with the people he would be working with and then in turn, his subjects. Wearing them just humiliates you. They’ll know where, or rather, who it was from and create their own assumptions. Jaw clenched, trying to think of anything besides bursting into flames, you nodded at her.

“Glad you agree, and good to know you have some… useful attributes. See you tomorrow,” with that, she glided out from the living room and out the front door. You dropped the dress back into the box and slowly walked downstairs to the basement, ignoring Taeyeon and your father’s calls for you.

“I need to be alone!” you shouted, shutting the door roughly behind you. You’d apologize later, but you figured it would be best to let yourself be angry in the least flammable spot as soon as possible.

The basement's high ceilings, open space, and linoleum floors allowed for you to quickly find an open spot to curl up into a ball.

It was a deep, angry cry of agony that came from your gut it seemed, and as it released so did the fire you were holding back along with every other feature you hadn’t felt since that night at the bar. Your ears extended, your fangs pierced through your gums to fully extend to your jaw, your shirt that hardly even fit you correctly was split as your demonic wings sliced through it.

Sicheng had explained to you the form in bits, but didn’t get much into how you control it or how even to go back without holy water or bible verses that were used last time to bring you back. Now, with your panicked human mind trying to damage control, the Satanic portion of your mind only focused on one thing- anger.

You were angry with everything. Angry that you didn’t know about your heritage. Angry that you couldn’t properly control yourself. Angry that it was your fault that Yuta was forced to be controlled his whole life.

You dug your extended nails into the linoleum, trying to restrain the wings on your back that so desperately tried to lift and go whoever knows where, all the while yelling in anger with tears streaming down your face.

“I shouldn’t have trusted Sicheng,” it wasn’t your Dad. You were confused, both warring parts if your brain now ceasing to try to overtake you. You looked around to see who it came from. In the flames that surrounded you, stood a black shadow.

“What th-?”

“I don’t have much time- speaking to you has proven to be difficult,” the shadow seemed to speak. “All I’ve been able to do is send visions and help with your memories. The first time you had burst into flames, when you had seen the full extension of the night you were found, and only being able to send you the first part of that memory over the years.”

You were frozen now, your anger slowly subsiding and the flames seeming to diminish.

“Stay angry. I need one minute,” they chastised, irritating you enough to reignite the flames again. “Good. I sent Sicheng with you that night in hopes that when you were old enough, you would then rule the underworld on my behalf.”

Your eyes widened. “Satan?”

“Yes, and you are ready to take on that role. I have been sending demons to the surface world to locate and evaluate you. You have an enormous power- greater than two vampires even when they were only dormant- it’s wonderful.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” you cut in, your voice coming out as a growl. There was harsh laughter from the shadow.

“You don’t have much of a choice. I’ll be seeing you soon, when the clock strikes midnight.”

Then the shadow- your biological father- vanished into smoke, leaving you alone with your anger and flames.

“Come back!” you shouted, seething. You had unfolded yourself from the floor, standing tall with your hands curled into fists. “I have a choice!” you yelled into the air, the fire growing exponentially now and slowly reaching out towards the dining room table and licking at the paintings on the wall.

“Y/N!” you faintly heard your name, turning your head slightly to see someone standing by the basement steps. It was hard to tell who it was, and the anger was still festering in the pit of your stomach.

“Stay away,” your voice carried over despite you not putting much force. They moved closer, so close to the flames that once you recognized who it was, you panicked.

“Stay away!” you repeated, anxious as you wanted to move into the corner but realized all the highly flammable objects that lingered close to you.

“You won’t hurt me,” Yuta called back, his eyes not showing any fear despite your horrible state.

“I can’t control them,” you choked, holding yourself tightly, the surrounding flames diminishing slightly at the lowered anger you were feeling.

“That’s okay. I’m here for you,” he then extended his hand, the blue flames now moving to caress his fingers, “always.”

A few moments of silence passed, your eyes not moving from each other, before slowly the flames recessed along with all other portions of your demonic form, leaving behind a pain in your gums, ears, back, and a torn up shirt.

You stood now, a few feet apart from Yuta, sobbing as he moved swiftly to gather you in his arms and hold you tightly.

“I don’t,” sob, “want,” sob, “this.”

“I know,” was all he could say, squeezing you tightly to him as he caressed your hair and aching back. “Your powers may be difficult to control, but it’s part of who you are.”

Sobbing harder, you couldn’t even articulate to him what you were actually hysterical over. To him, he likely only knows that his mother said some harsh words to you and you decided to burst into flames. He has no clue that Satan of all beings is what had you in hysterics, spewing tears and snot onto Yuta’s nice shirt.

“Don’t let me go,” you sputtered out, burying your face into his cold and welcoming shoulder.

“I was never going to,” he replied, seeming confused. It was all you could say without beginning to explain everything- you didn’t even know if you could.

***

Chaein gently tied off the bandage, patting your neck gently.

“It’s not too tight, right?” she asked, holding the leftover bandage roll in her hand. You, Mark, and your mythic friends decided to prepare for the coronation at your family home since coronation was set to occur only a half an hour out from there compared to the hour it would be from the University

“I guess it’s fine,” you affirmed, moving your hair forward to instinctually try and cover the bandages.

“You know, most people might not be able to guess where it’s from! Your Dad was complaining to Taeyeon about some guy named Sicheng fighting you,” her ear twitched as she spoke to show she was still actively listening to the people upstairs.

“Yeah, maybe,” you forced a smile before thanking her. Chaein’s family’s colors were a soft lilac paired with an offwhite color, her dress being bright and elegant compared to the dark tones you had on.

“Taeyeon’s going to start corralling everyone,” Chaein noted to you. Several moments passed before Taeyeon stepped out from the basement, her long silver beaded dress shining brightly without the help of any light.

“All right folks, it’s time to go!” she called up the stairs, taking her phone out from her clutch and sitting on the couch with you two. “Men will always complain about women taking long, but I’ve only ever been late somewhere because of a man.”

“Johnny is rushing Ten and Hendery… Jaemin is walking down already,” Chaein announced, ears twitching enough to make the earrings she had on jingle. As she had assessed , Jaemin slowly descended from the stairs, hands shoved into the pockets of his black suit pants.

“Aw, you look dashing Jaemin,” Taeyeon noted, sending an encouraging smile his way.

“Get out of my head,” was all he responded with, leaning now on the last step as he adjusted the collar of his scarlett blazer.

“Excuse me for being curious about what the psychic is thinking,” Taeyeon groaned.

“The bandages don’t look that bad, by the way,” he called over to you, and you noted the flash of white his eye had before returning to normal.

“Are you telling me that as a friend or someone looking into the future?” you asked, and he smiled in a way that seemed as if he was holding back some pain.

“As your friend, sorry,” he admitted. You groaned, wishing you could do anything to hide at all of the parts of you that were exposed. Even the bandage wrapped around your thigh still managed to peek its way out enough to be noticeable to anyone looking at you. It was embarrassing around your friends already.

You glanced at your phone, smiling. You knew you would have no shot of speaking with Yuta, but you still texted him this morning, letting him know that you were excited to see him and that you loved him. You told him you loved him a dozen times, primarily because you were panicked about what Satan had told you yesterday and were in horrible fear that it would be the last time you could tell him that.

I can’t wait to see you, I wish I was with you all. I love you.

“Oh Ten’s mother is calling him,” Chaein noted, laughing now as she seemed to be eavesdropping. “Wow, she is feisty.”

After a few more moments, your father, Mark, Johnny, Ten, and Hendery descended down the stairs ready to go.

“Geez took you guys long enough,” you laughed, starting the way to the driveway.

“Geez, what, did he just take a huge chomp out of your neck and your thigh?” Hendery asked loudly, earning a warning wide eyed response from you, Mark, Taeyeon, and Ten. They all knew how your Dad was, and some of you would have to be in a car with him for thirty minutes- the last thing that was needed was for him to go on an endless speech about yours and Yuta’s endeavors.

“Huh? I was just asking if-?”

“Okay everyone lets get going!” Taeyeon loudly cut off Hendery, grabbing Hendery by the wrist and helping drag him away from your Dad.

“What was he going on about?” your Dad asked aloud, heading towards his SUV.

“No idea,” you and Mark both quickly responded at the same time.

“Chomp… he… wait… oh my god,” you watched the gears in your Dad’s head turn and you quickly ran to Taeyeon’s car.

“Oh look Taeyeon’s car has space, I’ll see you guys there!” you shouted, clamoring into the car that was visibly already full. Squeezing into the three seater backseat, Hendery, Jaemin, and Johnny groaned.

“I thought you were going with your Dad?” Johnny asked.

“Oh no-he knows,” Chaein who sat in the front seat hissed, patting Taeyeon’s shoulder to start the car.

“Someone thought it would be an appropriate question to ask about the nature of my boyfriend biting my neck in front of my father,” you then thumped Hendery’s forehead, earning a surprised ouch.

“Oh please your Dad can’t be that bad,” Hendery countered.

“Taeyeon, you should start driving before he jumps onto the car,” Jaemin warned. This finally got Taeyeon’s attention, and she quickly backed the car out of the driveway as your father seemed to be charging towards it.

“Next time, you guys are driving yourselves,” she huffed, tossing her phone onto Chaein’s lap.

“Our parents were all already there the night before,” Johnny reminded her, earning an annoyed sigh from the mind reader. Last night, mythics who did not have to travel from afar, were ‘highly encouraged’ to help do the work of any final preparations needed for the coronation, and as such, most of your mythic friends had their parents roped into the mundane task.

The coronation was to be held in an isolated area about a half an hour out from town in a mythic non-denominational worship hall- or an old church, depending on who you asked. Ten swore it was beautiful, and Johnny nodded in agreement when they had told you about it. You were less than thrilled. You were glad it wasn’t a sect of Satan, but it still didn’t make you feel all that safe either way.

The first fifteen minutes was sheer silence, the only noise in the car being the radio Chaein was managing, and the sound of the car’s wheels along the road. Trees lined both sides of the road, making it difficult to gauge much in terms of distance and how far along you really were.

“Y/N,” Jaemin suddenly spoke, breaking everyone’s thoughts. You glanced over as best as you could despite being squished between the door and Hendery.

“You and Yuta are going to be just fine,” he smiled softly. His smile didn’t meet his eyes, and you swallowed a lump in your throat before nodding and looking back out the window. He knows the prophecy. If you and Yuta are okay… it was at the price of someone else- and you knew it was not fair.

“We’re getting close,” Chaein stated, earrings ringing. Slowly, the trees began thinning, acres and acres of seemingly empty farmland spanning across both sides of the single road.

“How do mythics hide this church from humans?” you asked absentmindedly. It was something you had always thought about, especially knowing there were so many mythic enclaves that existed and thrived.

“Same way we hide most buildings, faerie dust,” Johnny seemingly teased. “Well, it’s more like a powder that can fall from our wings and act as a cloaking mechanism, but close enough.”

“Considering how hard it can be to collect and use, you’d lose your mind over some of the structures they manage to conceal with it,” Taeyeon added, turning the car into what seemed like random brick gates on vacant farm land.

At the front of the iron gates was a burly man. He gestured to Taeyeon to lower her car window, which she obliged.

“Everyone in the car please state your name and species,” they leaned themselves against the frame of the car, until their eyes settled on Jaemin. His eyes widened in shame as he quickly let go and bowed. “I did not realize a member of the oligarchy was in this vehicle, my deepest apologies. Please proceed.”

“Thank you!” Taeyeon hollered, not raising her window as the iron gates opened and allowed you all to enter what seemed like empty farm land. “That guy shit himself when he saw Jaemin,” she giggled.

“Happy to help,” Jaemin replied, earning a chuckle from everyone else in the car. Before your eyes then, the sunlight seemed to shift. It was as if the sun was reframing itself, and the lighting adjusted to reveal a massive, ornate Victorian structure, cars lining themselves around the building and slowly having different mythics shuffle towards it.

Stepping out of the now parked car, the ground around you shifted from gravel to a beautiful marble that seemed to flank the entire area. Your Dad, Mark, Ten got out of the SUV now parked next to you, Mark glaring at you.

“How was the drive?” Ten asked you all, looking at his reflection in the car’s mirror and adjusting the black collar of his red suit jacket.

“Cramped,” Hendery huffed, patting his pants to remove any wrinkling that may have occurred in the drive.

“Yeah, I wonder why,” Mark mocked. Your Dad climbed out of the car, and you avoided eye contact as he did so.

“I’m… just going to pretend I know nothing,” was all he said before starting the way to the front of the church.

“Huh, sweet,” you sighed in relief.

“Yeah he got it all out in the car,” Ten noted, earning an exasperated sigh from Mark. You had all started walking then. You lagged behind, and as such Ten quickly grabbed your wrist and stopped you from going further. You raised an eyebrow at him as he glanced ahead to make sure no one had noticed yours or his absence yet.

“My Mom asked you to meet her in the back with us,” he explained.

“Us?”

“Yeah,” Jaemin came out from behind your Dad’s car, making you and Ten jump in surprise.

“Man, that was freaky,” Ten huffed.

“But it was funny, now let’s get going,” Jaemin led, surprising you and Ten a bit. Following behind, you quickly texted Mark that you were asked to take the back entrance, and that you would meet up with them when you could.

The building was large, and with the wind and having to thread between the cars, you held the dress tightly as you could to prevent any additional mishaps that could happen with the ever so gracious piece that was given to you. Approaching the back of the church, you knew it was near as grand as the front must be, but it was still beautiful enough to stun you with its elegance as you approached.

The oak doors opened before Ten could open them, and out was his mother in a large red and black ball gown.

“Oh, Ten!” she cheered, rushing to wrap him in a hug.

“I was with you yesterday!” he bemoaned, trying to get out of her embrace. She let him go, chuckling as he moved past her.

“Hello,” Jaemin greeted blankly, also moving past her. When her eyes landed on you when you approached, you gulped and forced a smile, hoping she wouldn’t notice how quickly your heart was racing now that you were here.

Her eyes landed on your neck, and she sighed in disappointment.

“Come with me sweetie,” she whispered, extending her hand out to you. Confused, you took it and followed her inside. The back hall was a bustling area, several other mythics in red and black colored garments walking around and asking questions, organizing papers, and seeming to be in a panic. Embarrassingly, you looked around, hoping you could maybe spot Yuta.

Brushing past the main back hall, you were led to a small hallway that seemed to hold different dressing rooms. Some rooms were open, and you could hear laughter from a few, smoke emanating from another, but it was mainly quiet as you were led towards the end of the hall. Turning back towards you, Ten’s mother gripped your shoulder and leaned closely to your ear.

“The rest of the council is in agreement that having you forced and presented with your bites is shameful,” she whispered, and your eyes widened. “Behind here, a faerie agreed to remove them, but stay quiet.” She stood back then and knocked on the door four times, seemed to count to herself, and then nodded to you before walking away from you in the hallway. For a moment, you swore no one was behind the door, as there wasn’t even a sound coming from there. You considered just opening it, and as you extended your hand to the door knob to turn it yourself when it opened, slightly, a hand from inside extended to grab your wrist and forcibly yank you through the now barely opened door.

“Damn, you didn’t need to be so aggressive,” you hissed, snatching your wrist back from Taeyong.

“Sorry, Ten’s Mom was stressing me out about being discreet,” he whispered, looking apologetic as he moved to lock the door. The dressing room he was in was large and oddly empty, with empty mannequins in the back, a large closet, and a tailoring section in the middle.

“It’s fine, thank you,” you muttered.

“Nah, don’t mention it. Really don’t mention it,” he repeated, his eyes widening. “If anyone asks, it was a mind reader in Siberia who patched these up.”

You chuckled at his response and nodded in agreement. You sat on the small platform in front of the triple mirrors, unbandaging your thigh as Taeyong quickly undid the one on your neck and managed it. It was silent for a few moments, before you spoke up.

“Have you seen Yuta today?” you asked.

“Yeah, briefly. Although, we’ll all be seeing him soon enough,” Taeyong noted.

“How did he seem?” you pressed, hoping you could at least gauge how he was feeling. Taeyong hummed a bit, thinking to himself as he seemed to throw some powder over your hair.

“Like himself,” was all he replied with, before stepping back and staring at your neck. “I think you should be fine. I’m going to step out so you can check that one on your thigh but-,” he raised his voice slightly, “I’ll be back in a few to check.”

He stepped out, and you raised an eyebrow at this, before shrugging. You turned towards the mirror, and lifted the center fabric from your dress to see that the bite mark that had sat on your upper thigh was now gone without a trace, same thing for the ones on your neck.

“How disappointing,” a voice announced. You instinctively reached for your bo staff before realizing you didn’t have it. Turning from the mirrors and coming out from the closet was Yuta, who was smiling at you brighter than you had ever seen. “I liked how the bites look.”

Excitedly, you got off the platform and quickly hugged your boyfriend, taking him by surprise as he laughed and held you closely. “I liked them too,” you admitted. “I just don’t like being judged for them.”

“And that, I do agree with,” he mused, caressing your hair. You pulled back, holding his face in your hands to study him. He was beautiful, there was no doubt, but he seemed different. Off.

“How are you?” you asked, watching his eyes dart away from you as he thought over this.

“Not great,” he admitted, brown eyes staring back down at you as if he too was studying your features. “But, you’ve made me feel a lot better,” he smiled, his smile meeting his eyes now.

“Hm, how so?” you giggled, running your thumb along his cheekbone.

“Well, you’re here, you look great, and I also have something I would really love for you to do,” he then moved and you let go of his face, watching as he dug into the inner pockets of his red suit jacket. Out he pulled your beat up copy of Frankenstein, a smile still on his face.

“When did you even get that?” you giggled, taking the copy from his extended hands.

“A few nights ago. So, I get sworn into the King position, and in the past most people used the Sect of Satan’s Scrolls to swear on,” he frowned at this. “I don’t want to, and the council understood- they said I could select any other text, and can have the person of my choice hold the book for me to swear on,” he was smiling again, seeming to bounce on his toes with this. A feeling of joy and honor swelled in your chest, and you stared at the copy of Frankenstein. You remember wondering about what his thoughts were on the book, wondering if he liked speaking with you the way you liked speaking with him. How he had first surprised you in your dorm, and used the book as an excuse to engage in conversation with you.

“Hey, you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he suddenly said. You looked up, surprised, and he moved his hand to swipe away a tear you didn’t even realize had fallen.

“No, I want to. Nothing would make me happier,” you affirmed.

***

The coronation would be in a large balcony that overlooked the main ballroom, you came to find out. The founding families had started out of the curtains first, a silence now emanating from the ballroom upon the sight of them. You were nervous, your hands shaking. You squeezed the copy of Frankenstein in your hands tighter as Yuta’s mother and father now stood in front of you.

“Don’t fuck this up,” his mother hissed at you, before taking her husbands arm and stepping out of the curtain.

“Thank you again for doing this, I know I can do anything when I’m with you,” Yuta whispered in your ear, helping relieve the bubbling anger you felt when seeing his mother.

“All right, you two step out and in the off center front of the families, I’ll enter through the middle once I count to ten,” Taeyong’s mother, the soon to be former Queen instructed. Nodding, Yuta lifted his elbow for you to hold, and you held on tightly as the curtains were moved for you two to walk through.

There was a nearly blinding light pointed to the large balcony, and you had to use what little strength you had to not flinch and just stare straight ahead. What was a silent crowd murmured as you stepped out. Moving through the opening path through the oligarchy families, you caught a glimpse of Ten, who shot you a wink before you and Yuta moved fully to the front. Following Yuta’s lead, you shuffled to the right hand side of the small formation, opposite from where his parents stood.

Silent seconds felt like an eternity, before a small orchestra seemed to play from somewhere. A grand, yet soft sound began to play, and everyone turned towards the curtains as they rose, showing the Queen. She looked stunning from every angle. She didn’t have her crown on when you saw her before, but now, a golden crown sat on her head that matched her golden faerie wings perfectly. Gracefully, she slowly walked through the path, and as she did, everyone in the oligarchy began to bow, and you followed suit, wanting to be respectful and also not wanting to stick out anymore than you already did.

“Good evening everyone,” she spoke, allowing her subjects to rest as you all stood up straight again. “Tonight, I return to being a subject, and we embrace our next leader.”

You squeezed Yuta’s arm encouragingly, as you felt him stiffen next to you. The Queen spoke for about thirty minutes, recounting her years as Queen of the mythics. You and Yuta shared occasional glances with each other, trying to be as encouraging as the adrenaline wore off slowly the longer you stayed standing still.

“Now, if Yuta Nakamoto and the person holding his swearing literature could please step forward,” she called suddenly, bringing you back from zoning out. You let go of Yuta’s arm, hands now firmly holding the copy Frankenstein as he moved to the side of the Queen and you stood behind them at the center, the book now flat on both of your hands. “Place your left hand on the book, raise your right hand, and repeat after me.”

The next few moments were hazy, but the look on Yuta’s face as he recited his promise to protect his people, made a horrible pit sit in your stomach. You knew he was freaking out, and yet, he looked like a King. His face was determined, his eyebrows pinched together as he focused on everything the Queen was saying and not slipping up.

“Congratulations, King Nakamoto,” the now former Queen cheered, lifting the crown from her head and placing it directly onto Yuta’s. In a moment, the crown transformed from the large, beautiful golden crown, to something more silent. It took a moment, but once you and the crowd realized what it was, it was clear that there was something odd.

A few gasps emanated from the crown, and both you and the Queen widened your eyes as you saw what now sat on Yuta’s head- an iron crown of thorns that, if not for his stone Vampiric skin, would easy pierce him or anyone else who wore it.

Yuta however, could not see the crown, and in a panic turned to you to try and figure out what could be so weird that the former Queen was so dumbfounded.

“It’s… a crown of thorns,” you whispered softly, hoping that with the gasps and murmurs in the crowd no one would hear you affirm what it looked like. Yuta pressed his lips tightly together, his brain seeming to run through just how strange that had to be before nodding and looking back to the former Queen.

“Thank you,” was all he could say to her. She nodded, before tapping your shoulder to signal to you to return to your original spot as she then moved to now stand with her son. You nodded, and glanced back at Yuta before going back to the front of the Oligarchy line up, watching Yuta turn to now face down at the crowded ballroom.

“Good evening everyone.”

Yuta spoke much less than Taeyong’s mother, mainly outlining his plans and thanking everyone for guiding him on his journey to preparing for this role. Before you knew it, the Oligarchy was slowly exiting the balcony to take the hidden stairwell behind the curtains. Yuta moved to your side and took your hand in his.

“Thanks,” he said, smiling nervously.

“No problem, sir,” you teased. Moving under the curtain, you followed behind as everyone shuffled down the steps, listening as the speaking sounds from the main ballroom grew louder the closer you got.

“What time is it?” he asked, patting his pockets before realizing he didn’t have his phone on him. You took your own phone out, and once you saw the digits on your phone turn to midnight, that was when you heard the sound of an explosion, forcing everyone in the stairwell to drop in panic.

“What the fuck?” Ten called from the front, hearing the cries from the ballroom. You saw it from the door frame at the bottom of the stairwell, causing you to bolt over the panicked mythics to head down stairs, hearing Yuta trail behind you. When you opened the door, you saw the attendees rushing out of the front door, only a few people staying behind the edges of the ballroom to stare at the large blue flame sitting underneath where the balcony was.

“Shit,” you muttered, moving aside so that Yuta could see. “I don’t think it’s going to hurt anyone else, help them out of here,” you muttered to him, your eyes pleading. He was searching your face now, trying to silently piece something together.

“Don’t do anything without me,” he begged. You nodded, moving aside to watch him lead the oligarchy out from the stairwell and towards the nearest exit outside of the building, several of them screaming in fear when they saw the blue flame sitting at the center.

“You guys should go too,” you chastised, panicking once you saw that Jaemin and Ten had stayed behind in the stairwell and were watching the blue flame.

“And miss this? Absolutely not,” Ten cracked his knuckles, moving out of the stairwell and into the ballroom, moving around the edges of the flame. There was a hand on your shoulder, and you noticed it was Jaemin, looking solemnly at the center of the ballroom.

“My favorite color is yellow,” he spoke.

“I… what does that have to do with anything?” you wanted to yell. You felt terrified enough as it was, but Jaemin randomly speaking with you was not helping.

He shrugged, “you might need to know that.”

You let out an exasperated sigh and started moving towards the ballroom, the blue flame growing now the closer you got.

“Sis!” Mark called, rushing towards you and hanging onto your arm.

“Mark! Where’s Dad?” you asked, your eyes searching wildly around the room to try and see who had stayed behind.

“He’s outside trying to help control the crowd and call the Vatican,” he explained.

“Why is this here?” Johnny called, seeming to just run in from the outside as he undid his tie. “Did you do this by accident?”

“It wasn’t me!” you snapped, feeling an anger festering in your stomach.

“Then who was it? Sicheng is still at the College,” Ten noted, and now moved towards where you three stood.

“Who’s the main being known for their blue flames?” Jaemin pointed, having now appeared next to Mark.

The large front entrance opened again, and within a second Yuta was standing behind you now, all of you staring at the single, angry blue flame.

“How could Satan even manage to send this? And why?” Yuta vocalized. You gulped and turned around, watching as everyone turned their attention to you.

“Yesterday… he visited me.”

“What?” Yuta cried, his eyes lacing now with their red strands.

“Yeah, what?” Ten repeated, his eyes now slowly matching Yuta’s.

“He told me that… he wants me to go to the underworld and reign on his behalf,” you admitted, a weight you didn’t realize was on your shoulders now lifting as you finally admitted what happened.

“Sis, what the fuck are you talking about?” Mark grabbed your shoulders and shook you, his own voice panicked.

“Uh, guys,” Johnny whispered, his eyes looking past you.

“Not right now, Johnny! What do you mean reign? Like, the underworld?” Yuta asked, his own voice rising.

“Guys,” Johnny repeated, his voice a bit more stern.

“You aren’t going anywhere!” Ten challenged, his eyebrows furrowing.

“GUYS!” Johnny shouted, earning him a glare from Mark, Ten, and Yuta.

“What?” they all spat in unison. Johnny lifted a finger, and you all turned to look back at the blue flame, now seeing that it had doubled in size, and a shadowy figure now standing at the center of it.

“Oh, how fun,” Jaemin laughed dryly.

“It’s time,” a booming voice called, the voice matching the one you heard yesterday.

“I’m not going anywhere!” you shouted, moving from Mark’s grip and stepping forward. There was a booming laugh, and the flame grew three times in size, now fully enveloping the balcony above it. Oh shit, you panicked, hands trembling as their own blue flames were dwarfed by the one now trying to spread throughout the building.

“It’s either you come with me, or I kill every single mythic in the area and then take you,” Satan called, the voice so loud it vibrated through every part of your body.

“Once the three qualifications are met, the following sequence will occur- a destined ruler will die in order for the blue flames to arrive to earth, a mythic in relation to the deceased ruler will fall in love with the flames. Either the pair dies, or someone else dies in order to protect them.” Jaemin’s words rang through your head, and you choked on a sob as the realization hit you- this was the path Jaemin had been watching for.

“You aren’t taking her,” Yuta shouted. He stepped forward now, his crown of thorns seeming to glow with a blue hue against the blue flames. You looked at him now, eyes widened in fear as you took his hand in yours that was now without flames.

“Oh, that’s adorable. My daughter is half mortal and yet finds herself with the mythic king. Very different from her Dad,” Satan’s laugh was bitter and horrid- it reverberated through every part of your body.

“You may be my father, but you are not my dad,” you grit your teeth in anger.

“I guess we’ll have to do this the hard way,” there was a groan before the flames seemed to shrink, an eerie silence having suddenly grown. “How about a deal?” You and Yuta looked at each other, as if trying to figure out what on earth Satan could possibly want.

“Give me the most powerful mythic here… I can sense he will be useful to me in my endeavors,” Satan’s shadowy figure seemed to be thinking, waiting for a response.

“Who are you talking about?” you shouted, confused. You saw a figure step away from you all, now close to the flame. “Jaemin, what are you doing?”

“Yes, the psychic. If you give me your soul to take to the underworld, I will spare you and your friends,” Satan taunted. You moved quickly, rushing to grip Jaemin’s arm. “I can sense that he cares about you all so deeply, that it doubles as a punishment for you, my daughter. How wonderful.”

“You are not going, Jaemin, this is my fight not yours,” you begged Jaemin, voice shaking. He gave you that look of sorrow as everything clicked into place. “Oh my god, you’ve known this whole time,” you cried, tears streaming down your face now. The entire time he’s known you, he knew it would come to this- he had known his fate, and as the days inched closer he was more solemn, yet accepting of this. Nothing you could say would change his mind. It’s been made up from the beginning.

“Sunflowers. Those are my favorite flowers. Get them for me sometimes, will you?” Jaemin asked, his own voice trembling as he spoke.

“Who's to say he’s going to be okay with this forever? That he’ll stop with you? That he won’t come back?” you fought, holding his arm tightly. No one should have to be whisked away to the underworld on your behalf- certainly not Jaemin. Jaemin’s trembling lips turned upwards to a smile, the blue flames shining now against his bright white teeth. He brought his hand up, and tapped his head.

“I’m to say,” he replied. Moving quickly, one of his hands shoved something into your free hand. Before you could even ask what it was, he turned to the shadow in the blue flames. “I enter through the flames, correct.”

“Yes… yes,” the flames then shrunk again, now meeting perfectly to match Jaemin’s height.

“Jaemin, you’re not going,” Yuta moved forward now, reaching for Jaemin’s arm. You looked at your hand, seeing that it was a crumbled wad of paper. One side had text you couldn’t even begin to decipher, and on the other side in neat scrawl, was the words: For Sicheng.

“This is the only right path,” Jaemin countered. He turned to you, smiling. His smile was steady now, he wasn’t trembling, he was firm- this was what he was going to do.

“Jaemin…” you paused. What could you even possibly say to him? Raising your free hand, you tapped your own forehead like he did that first day you met him in the library. “I will thank you hundreds of times.”

He laughed now, raising his own hand back up to his forehead. “Up here.”

Then Jaemin moved towards the flame, being engulfed in them. For a moment, two shadows stood in the flames, before it was gone all at once.

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lovely death

warnings: themes surrounding death, angst, slight fluff (if you squint)

characters: y/n, yuta, xiao zhan

word count: 2k

lower case intended

sorry for any grammar mistakes!

this au is heavily inspired by the poem Because I Could Not Stop For Death by Emily Dickinson. i highly recommend reading it if you haven’t!

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"why isn't he picking up?" y/n thought to herself. it was already a quarter to 11 pm and her husband was nowhere to be seen. she started to grow more worried with each passing minute, the ticking of the clock becoming more and more prevailing as her heartbeat matched the rhythm. y/n had dearly loved her husband, but of course, with weeks of being apart and conversations becoming dull, she couldn't help but feel distant. one would think someone falling out of love with the man she married would be heartbreaking, but for y/n it wasn't the case. she just felt numb. numb from her lackluster relationship, numb from her friends who seem too busy with their own lives, numb from her job where her coworkers make tasteless jokes, and a boss that is too rigid. but everyone goes through a slump once and a while in life, right? sometimes y/n would ponder over what it would feel like to move to a place she's never heard of, starting a new life after leaving her old one to rot. but again, of course, this was only a mere intrusive thought that would never seep too deeply into her mind to make her actually take any action.

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as the night grew darker and her eyes grew heavier, she slowly drifted off to sleep, waiting for her poor husband to return. as she slept, she dreamt of being surrounded by the cruel coldness of the ocean blue, falling deeper and deeper into the bottomless abyss. she didn't fight back though, for she had no will to. she simply let the tides carry her through the waning water, the shade of blue grower deeper. this was interrupted when the sound of a doorknob churned, forcing her to slowly peep her eyes open. it was her husband who had arrived later than promised, but this was nothing out of the usual. y/n looked toward the grandfather clock sitting in the corner of the dim-lit living room. "it's 10 past midnight, what took you so long?" she asked. "I'm sorry love, you know how my boss has been keeping me later for the past few months." he replied with a strained yawn. the man was by no means below average, in fact, he had a defined face with softer features contrasting his tall, slim build. he was wearing his coal gray suit and had dark eye circles as usual. "why do you keep overworking yourself? look at your face, it's become gaunter." y/n said. he held back a slight chuckle as he spoke. "I could say the same for you." the earlier thought of her relationship becoming stagnant was still looming over her mind. she decided it was time to bring it up. "can we talk about something?" her husband took off his black loafers and walked toward the couch where he sat beside her. "what is it?" he asked, looking diligently at her. "well, it's just... I feel like our feelings toward each other aren't at the highest they've been. is there something wro-" "there's no need to discuss this right now." he cut her off abruptly. "we're both tired so why don't we just go to sleep? besides, it's just a little rut we're in, nothing unusual for marriages." he spoke, trying to sound as reassuring as possible, almost as if he was convincing himself as well. she felt like a knife had stabbed her in the heart. how could he dismiss something she had been bottling up for so long as if it was a minor inconvenience. “but xiao-” “I said enough!” he raised his voice at her, growing annoyed at her inability to drop the topic. y/n knew it was no use so instead, just walked past him and went to their shared bedroom to go to sleep.

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the same recurring dream of her body drifting through the ocean came back once again. The familiar coldness enveloped her body, making her unable to move. this night, however, was slightly different as she seemed to fall deeper into the water in this dream than the previous ones. it finally grew pitch black, y/n not being able to differentiate between her eyes being closed or open. she jolted awake from the cold feeling that lingered from the dream. her throat dried up, which caused her to rise from the sheets to pour herself a glass of water. “that’s odd… he usually wakes up.” she thought to herself, confused as to why his light snores never faltered when she moved away from him, as he was a light sleeper. deciding to just come to the conclusion that he was more than tired, she continued on to the kitchen. suddenly, a thump that came from beyond the door startled her out of the sleepy state she was in. y/n slowly treaded to the window next to the door, peeling back the curtain just a little to see what the noise was. what she least expected was to see a horse-drawn carriage standing idly on her front lawn. a man emerged from inside the carriage and seemed to be staring in her direction. she could feel the chill run down her spine as his piercing eyes stared back. she looked over to the grandfather clock once more, the time reading 1:21 pm precisely. what was someone doing out at this late hour? she thought to herself. It was far too dark to make anything out, but the man’s eyes seemed to hold a certain glint in them that she couldn’t quite point her finger on. it was as if an unknown force wasn’t letting her look away, for she continued to stare at him, mesmerized by the whole scene. her mind took the backseat as her legs started to move on their own, opening the door and walking out to where the stranger stood. she knew this wasn’t the smartest decision, but her instincts were telling a different story. as she got closer, she could see that the carriage was purely black, made of solid iron with intricate wood detailing along the sides. the thick, black curtains were hung straight, covering the windows perfectly. the two horses that accompanied it had a shiny black fur, complementing the carriage, almost as if they were made for it. the man kept a sly smirk across his face as he watched y/n gape at the sight in front of her. “you’ve never seen a horse-drawn carriage before?” the man finally spoke, drawing y/n out of her occupied thoughts. his voice held a raspy tinge to it, speaking in a sing-songy voice that would lure any unsuspecting person to it, the intonations of his words casting a spell upon them. “who- who are you?” she asked timidly, her voice coming out more strained from waking up only moments ago. “well if you’re asking for a name, it’s yuta. as to why i’m here, i’ve finally found the perfect time to take you out on a ride y/n.” he spoke, his charming voice faltering not once. “how do you know me?” she asked, confusion clearly drawn on her features, earning her a small chuckle from the stranger. “of course i know you… you know me very well too. I understand you’re more than likely bewildered, but i can assure you that i’m no stranger.” a moment of silence fell upon the two, as y/n continued to playback the words he spoke to her, desperately trying to remember if she’s ever met him somewhere. was it from work? is he a friend of a friend? did they simply meet in passing? as if he could hear her thoughts, he replied, “we didn’t meet in an ordinary way, i’d say we know each other on a much deeper level than what the surface entails.” his words were causing her to go stir-crazy. what does he even mean by that? “what’s with the whole getup then?” she asked, annoyance laced through her voice as she grew tired of his antics. “I told you already, i would like to take you for a ride, nothing more.” he then opened the door and pulled the steps down from the railing, signaling for her to enter. without hesitating, she took the hand he lent out to her and let him guide her up the steps before he closed the door. she was convinced she was in a trance, that would be the only plausible explanation as to why she’s so willingly trusting him. for a weird reason, however, it felt like something she had to do. she just had to go off with him at this moment. he entered through the other side, signaling for the horses to carry onward as he went to sit beside her. no words were spoken throughout the ride, but the atmosphere was comfortable, as both gazed out the window, taking in the scenery that passed them by. her eyes began to grow heavy as the night lulled her into slumber once more. she tried to fight off the urge though, wanting to see more of the town she’s lived in for so long but never had the time to explore. they passed by fields of lavender and grain, the moonlight painting subtle hues of the colors in the plants. the coldness of the crispy night air was started to take effect, as y/n began trying to constrict her shivers. “here.” yuta finally spoke, taking off his black coat and covering her with it. he then put his arms around her, softly pushing her head to lay on his chest and running his fingers through her hair, calming her down. “go to sleep, i’ll wake you up when it’s time.” and she did exactly that, with the last moments of her drifting off to sleep being the faint feeling of his lips pressed against her head.

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“you’ve arrived” yuta spoke, lightly shaking her to wake her up. “where are we?” she asked. yuta simply gave her a hazy smile, his eyes leading hers to a house that once was. the house’s paint was chipped off and the wooden structure worn, with the cornice barely peeking through the dirt. the house seemed to be buried. “as if a wave of realization poured over her, y/n immediately shot up, a dreadful feeling of impending doom spreading through her stomach. “no…” she whispered, her voice barely audible as her vision started to become cloudy with tears threatening to fall. she now recognized that the house was her childhood home, and her surroundings suggest that she isn’t in the same town she was originally in. “where did you take me?” her voice becoming louder, scared for the answer that would escape the man’s lips. “i took you where you wanted to go…” he spoke calmly. his face remained stoic as y/n started to weep. she knew exactly what he meant and all of a sudden, everything started to click. why her dreams of the ocean remained consistent, why the horse-drawn carriage appeared at her door, why her dear husband xiao zhan never woke up from his sleep when she left. xiao zhan. no, her husband, she can’t leave him. “but my husband! i can’t leave him all alone while i’m here!” she started to sob even louder now, the situation overwhelming her greatly. “you mean the man you wished you had nothing to do with any longer? the sad life you lived, feeling miserable every day?” yuta remarked, holding not an ounce of remorse in his voice. y/n couldn’t respond, she only wept harder and harder. she just couldn’t believe it. she was dead. and now she had to be led by this man that was simply doing his job of escorting her into the end. yuta watched her poor figure jerk up and down as she cried a cry he’s heard far too often, and took pity on her. he knew there was no sign of her calming down, so he commanded the horses to gallop once more, as y/n felt herself being carried off into eternity.

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dedicated to my dearest friend vicky <3

#yuta #yutanakamoto #xiaozhan #nct #nct127 #theuntamed #au #angst #death #fluff #drabble #oneshot #nct u #wei wuxian

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