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Gods & Monsters (Suho)

Differences & Darkness (pt.1)

Pairing: Junmyeon x Y/N

Length: 1847

(pt.2)

Summary: You’re a curious elf that doesn’t belong. You seek adventure, you seek to discover what the entire world has to offer. Never in your wildest dreams did you think you’d discover a wounded god named Junmyeon, declaring you to be his one and true soulmate.

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“Y/N”

You yawned, stretching out your arms above your head.

“I’m awake, I’m awake.” You mumbled in response.

You rubbed your eyes open, only to be blinded by the saturated pink sun.

The pink sun’s hue was bathed in the creamy yellow sky. To foreigners of your land, such scenery would be considered breathtaking. But it was the only sky you had ever known. Beauty in your land wasn’t something spectacular, everything was always beautiful in the Land of Flowers… everything apart from you.

You weren’t, ‘not’ beautiful but you were different. In the Land of Flowers, you stuck out like a daisy in a bed of roses.

“It’s time for morning prayer.” Your friend Rosie called out. “If you're late you’ll surely be punished again.”

You grimaced at the thought of harvesting blurrberries again. Burrberries bushes were riddled with irritating thorns, you still had cuts all over your hands from the last time.

“I’m coming.”

You quickly draped your silk hood over your head and followed after your friend.

Morning prayer went like usual. You and the other elves sat in your respectful positions in order of rank. Everyone followed the Great Mistress of Flower’s chant to the Gods. The chant thanked the Gods for continuing the reign of beauty, warmth, and light in their land.

There was a curious part of you that wondered what a world with ugliness would be like, what a world of coldness felt like and what a world of darkness looked like. However, this curiosity was considered foolish by your peers. Elves from the Land of Flowers never thought of a world outside of their own. After all, who would dare to leave a world so beautiful and perfect as the Land of Flowers?

After the chant you stayed kneeling on your knees, watching the other elves return to their daily duties. You eyed the Great Mistress. She walked like a breeze, her feet barely touching the floor of Mountain Laurel (small white flower, with freckles of pink).

“Today is the day,” you said to yourself.

“Today is the day for what?” Rosie asked, overhearing your thoughts.

“I’m going to ask to be repositioned to the Sea of Marigold.”

“The Sea of Marigold?! Are you out of your min-“

But it was too late you had already left to speak privately to the Great Mistress. Rosie followed closely behind you, concerned written across her face.

“Great Mistress of Flowers” you bowed respectfully.

The Great Mistress paused, her radiating warmth greeting you as she turned around. Her magic was strong and intoxicating, luring you in a false sense of safety. You couldn’t help but want to immediately spill out all your deep dark secrets.

You took a deep breath to get a hold of yourself. You had to ignore the sudden overwhelming trust you felt.

“I want to ask your permission to be repositioned.”

The Great Mistress tilted her head. The bells that dangled from golden strings of her crown of flowers, chimed.

“Are you displeased with your current position? I thought you were quite successful plucking grapes.”

“It’s not that I’m displeased.” You tried to explain. “I was just thinking about working by the Sea of Marigolds would suit me better.”

The Great Mistress’ eyes narrowed at you suspiciously. “The Sea of Marigolds, you mean by the divine tree? The portal to other worlds.”

You hid your guilt behind a lie.

The Great Mistress sighed. “You’ll stay at your current position plucking grapes.” She turned away from you, her radiating, magical warmth fading. “Y/N, I know your curious about what else lies beyond our land… but I assure you there is no greater place than the Land of Flowers, any other world would just bring you despair and heartbreak.”

You curled your fists with anger, biting back your tongue.

Even if your right, why can't you just give me the opportunity to find out for myself?

Junmyeon jumped in front of his brother Sehun, the enemy’s sword thrust into his chest.

The cold metal sent waves of pains through Junmyeon’s body. He let out a growl as he ripped the foreign object from his chest.

Sehun cried with distraught, reaching for his brother.

“I’m fine,” Junmyeon said through his teeth. He held his free hand high in the sky, ignoring the hot blood gushing from his wound.

He and his youngest brother had been ambushed outside the palace by the Cliff to Nowhere. They had managed to take down most of the masked men, despite being outnumbered four hundred to two.

However, Junmyeon had exhausted most of his powers in the fight, this plus the sword that had sliced into his chest, he was barely left standing.

Junmyeon willed the last of his powers calling for his water magic to wrap around his sword.

“Go notify the others,” Junmyeon ordered the youngest.

Sehun furiously shook his head.

“GO!” Junmyeon roared on the top of his lungs. The crystal bracelet around Sehun’s wrist starting to glow.

It was unfair to Sehun, he knew. Junmyeon rarely used his position of power to force his brothers to do anything but Junmyeon knew Sehun would never willingly leave him alone with the enemy.

Sehun’s eyes were enraged but he had no choice and call for the wind to gush him back to the palace.

The masked enemy thrust forward, his sword hitting against Junmyeon’s. The enemy’s sword immediately shattered hitting Junmyeon’s magic. The enemies eyes widen in horror.

A weak smirk crossed Junmyeon’s lips as he swang at the enemies’ neck. The enemy fell lifelessly to the ground, Junmyeon followed unable to keep himself upright.

His world was beginning to spin, as he opened and closed his eyes.

“The great Junmyeon.” A female voice came out of nowhere “You should know better than to refuse me.” it darkly laughed.

Junmyeon felt the woman’s cold hands on his chest before she pushed him off the cliff.

You groaned, massaging your sore limbs. This just hasn't been your day, first, the Great Mistress denied your request to be reposition, the second one of the stuck up of elves had poisoned your grape basket, rotting half of your entire days work.

You had tried to explain to your supervisor, that some of the elves were out to get you but the supervisor brushed off your accusation.

“All elves in this great Land of Flowers live in harmony, they only know kindness in their hearts. There is no other that causes trouble, no other than you Y/N.”

You didn’t bother spending any more time defending yourself. It had been like this your entire life. Flower elves are always good, Flower elves love each other. You stuck your tongue out in disgust. With the exception of Rosie, you had never met a Flower elf that had been genuine towards you, that didn’t exclude you because you looked so ‘different’.

It took you hours to repick the grapes you lost from earlier, by the time you had finished everyone had already retired to their trees. You stifled a yawn, gazing at the creamy yellow sky above you. You continued to walk on the path of waterlilies which would lead you back to your tree.

There was a loud crashing sound that woke you from your tired state. Your eyes bulged as you saw a huge body, not too far away. You strayed away from your path of waterlilies onto the lush purple grass.

What a strange looking elf?

The elf was bigger than what you were use too, its chest was broad, and its hair was short. You examined the odd clothing, its skirt hugged around each leg. You had never seen anything like it.

The strange elf stirred, it’s face twisted in agony. The pain must have been from the giant stab wound in the chest you acknowledge. You scratched your head a little complexed how you could bring the elf safety of your tree.

You thought of maybe dragging it by the arms. No, I couldn't do that. You might further harm the strange elf. Quickly looking around, to make sure no one else was lurking around. You recited a little chant under your breath.

It felt wonderful releasing your magic, letting it curl around the strange elf.

Elves’ very rarely possessed magic. The few elves that did have magic, wielded magic that steamed from the land they were from. For example, Flower elves used magic that revolved around flowers. However, your magic was something utterly different.

You watched as the strange elf transformed before your eyes. Impressed with yourself, you scooped up the white rabbit from the bundle of clothes and hid it beneath your cloak, hurrying home.

It didn’t take too long to make it to your tree. Unlocking your door, you rushed in placing the lifeless rabbit onto your bed of leaves.

You recited the chant again, tweaking some words to reverse your spell. The elf changed back to its original form. Immediately, you went to look through your cupboards for some medicine. Flower elves only had one cure for everything. Honey.

You dusted off your small jar of honey. A part of you protested, how expensive this little jar of honey was. How could you just give it to a complete stranger? You shook the thoughts out of your head. What choice did you have? You couldn’t just let the elf die.

You grabbed the one wooden spoon you had and shoveled the precious honey into the stranger’s mouth. As soon as the honey hit the back of the elf’s throat, it took an immediate effect, magically closing it’s wound.

You put down the spoon, you couldn’t justify using two spoons of honey. One would be enough to save its life; the strange elf would just have to rest for it to fully recover.

Junmyeon was sore all over, his head pounding.

I need to get to my brothers. He grumbled trying to sit up, only to be pushed back down a pair of small hands.

Junmyeon pried his eyes open, confronted by an intense brightness. He blinked letting his eyes adjust. He was surprised to be face to face to a stranger.

“How are you feeling?” the female stranger asked innocently.

Junmyeon felt his breath escape him. You were absolutely gorgeous, the way your eyes shined, how your hair frame your face. But there was something in particular that was making his heart panic, it was the white glittering string that was tied around your wrist.

You couldn’t be?

He had waited thousands of years for this moment, he had waited so long he had thought perhaps the heavens hadn’t given him a soulmate.

“Hello?” You waved your hand in front of his eyes.

Junmyeon watched your hand wave side to side, he watched that glistening string around your wrist. He lifted one of his hands from under the blanket, revealing the same string connected to him.

You were defiantly his long-awaited soulmate.

Ending notes: Hopefully, everything makes sense? I was attempting to make a whimsical world for Y/N. Just to clear some things up Junmyeon is a god, not an elf. Y/N just thinks he’s an elf because she has never come across a god or even a man before. I hope you enjoy it, I would love to hear your thoughts. A like/reblog would e much appreciate too :)

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