Ship/Member: Mingyu/Soonyoung Major Tags: blood, violence, implied sexual content Additional Tags: witcher mingyu, bruxa soonyoung, open ending, inspired by the witcher (tv show) season 2 episode 1 Permission to remix: Please ask
i know you said witcher 96z but i think pretty and extremely unsettling bruxa soonyoung works too well to let this pass!! hope you enjoy anyways <3
a.n. bruxas are a type of vampire that take the form of beautiful, young, dark-haired humans ***
The first time they meet, Soonyoung escapes by leaving a trail of dead bodies behind him - including a few of Mingyu’s brothers, flesh of his flesh, blood of his blood.
Mingyu himself is on the brink of death, red oozing out of his chest as he lies motionless on the snow, eyes on the dark and tall branches over his head. He waits for the final blow; he waits, and waits, and waits for the chittering to pick up, for the loud screech of the creature after them to come through the forest, grating and terrifying.
In the end it never does.
Mingyu manages to pick himself up somehow, finds his way back to Kaer Morhen on shaky legs and with a frazzled mind. All he can think of for months on end, is how he escaped death for what he considers a stroke of luck.
But then, while he’s out on a mission several moons later, he hears the voices again. They’re talking about a creature of the night, one that steals and mauls and devours, one that eats humans as if they were nothing but game.
Someone promises him a fat bag of coins if he manages to stop the monster. Mingyu doesn’t want to admit that he’s quivering in his boots by the time he puts foot in what is now a ghost town, humans abandoning their houses to avoid certain death.
In a way, Mingyu envies them.
His medallion vibrates when he walks through the fresh tracks left in the snow by the few people who managed to escape the slaughter.
The chittering reaches his ears before he sees a dark figure standing in the distance, looking as small and human as the first time Mingyu saw him.
“Witcher,” the bruxa says, a smile clear in his voice. “You’re back.”
It hits Mingyu then, with the force of a spell so powerful that leaves him speechless, that it wasn’t luck that saved him. He was spared.
He’s stuck in place, thrown for a loop, as the creature walks closer to him. He slides as if made of liquid darkness as he draws closer, his white clothes flowing around him in a cloud that could look like smoke from afar.
The bruxa is as pretty as Mingyu remembers him being.
“I hoped I’d be seeing you again,” he says, voice mellow and sweet. His eyes are small, and his face is soft and round, pale under the moonlight. When he smiles at Mingyu, his sharp teeth make a shiver run through his body.
“Why?” Mingyu manages to ask, voice trembling. He should unsheathe his sword and drive it through the bruxa’s heart, cut his head off his neck, but all he can do is stare at his sharp smile and the way he seems unafraid of Mingyu, standing there in sheer clothing, moving together with the blowing wind.
Each step he takes towards Mingyu has his heart picking up its pace, the thrumming of it loud in his ears.
On the bruxa’s face, the smile only widens.
"I was curious," he says, his face swimming in Mingyu's vision, "to see if you would come back."
Around Mingyu's neck his medallion buzzes with energy, scorches through his chest. He can feel the heat of it even through the leather of his armour, through the layer of clothing beneath it.
"What's your name, Witcher?" the creature asks, moving closer still. He stands just a step away from Mingyu, chin tilted up to look into his eyes - pools of darkness that lure Mingyu in, leaving him no escape.
“Mingyu,” he whispers, and it feels like a confession, a prohibited word. The bruxa smiles, dark hair tousled by the cold wind.
“I’m Soonyoung,” he says, his hand reaching out to touch the wolf head resting above Mingyu’s heart. The silver thrills, thrums with energy as Soonyoung’s fingers close around it. Mingyu waits with bated breath for him to retract his hand, scorched.
Nothing happens. The medallion quiets down, and Soonyoung gently tugs at the chain it’s attached to so that Mingyu bends his neck lower, so that they’re properly face to face.
“I’m glad you came back.”
Mingyu doesn’t know what is guiding him, but his fingers find Soonyoung’s squeezing them in a tight clasp over his heart.
Soonyoung is gentle with him. He takes Mingyu by the hand, guides him along the path he came from. They stop only when they reach an enormous mansion, empty halls echoing the twinkling sound of Soonyoung’s laugh.
It’s easy to picture what happened to the people that inhabited these rooms. Despite the bloody imprints that Mingyu can see scattered around, he doesn’t feel any fear cursing through his veins.
Not when Soonyoung pushes him on the closest flat surface and climbs on top of him, eyes alight with a thirst that Mingyu can recognise as his own. There’s a smile on his face, sharp just as the rest of him, and Mingyu’s hands are on his narrow hips, over the sheer layers of clothing covering his torso.
“Witcher,” Soonyoung grins, his fingers trailing over the chain still hanging from his neck. “Mingyu.”
His name spoken from those sinful lips has Mingyu’s blood rushing faster, heartbeat skittering when Soonyoung’s cold digits trace the column of his neck.
“Do you want a taste?”
Mingyu doesn’t know what he’s agreeing to when he nods slowly, just an imperceptible tilt of his head. Soonyoung latches on it, his hands tugging at the strings that keep Mingyu’s defences in place.
It’s a spell made of carnal desire, the need to feel Soonyoung’s naked skin over his own.
Soonyoung leaves the medallion for last, chain tight in his fist when he yanks it to get Mingyu’s mouth over his own, lips and teeth clashing together in a mess of a kiss that has Mingyu growling low in his throat. His fingers find dark strands, tugging them until Soonyoung lets out a soft whine of pleasure.
Pleasure simmers in Mingyu’s body, a building heat that rises from his core until he’s shaking and crying between Soonyoung’s arms, until he forgets who he is and all he knows is the immeasurable want that pushes against his throat, making it hard to breath.
When Soonyoung’s teeth sink into his neck, Mingyu is so drunk on bliss that pain doesn’t reach his mind, just swims at the edges of his being, a looming presence. Blood trickles out of him in a stream punctuated by whines that bounce between the empty halls and corridors, loud sounds that seem to belong to someone else, someone that has taken possession of his body, someone who lets Soonyoung drink from him until he’s spent and satisfied.
Death is just one breath away.
Mingyu swims in and out of consciousness for a second, or twenty, or maybe a thousand. Time dilates, stretching until he’s gasping for breath, Soonyoung’s fingers deep inside him making his back arch and his lungs constrict until all he sees are white stars at the edge of his vision.
A while passes before Mingyu takes back full possession of his body, feeling his heartbeat steady inside his chest.
Once again, he was spared.
Soonyoung is a vision of beauty and fear as he looks down at Mingyu, eyes completely black, lips scarlet.
“I’m glad you came back,” Soonyoung repeats, kissing Mingyu until all he can taste is copper coating his tongue. The bite on his neck thrums when Soonyoung’s fingers graze its surface, but Mingyu can feel the healing process has already started, his skin closing around the gashes left behind by Soonyoung’s sharp teeth.
“Can you stay?” Soonyoung asks, voice soft, a murmur against Mingyu’s neck.
When they lock eyes again, Soonyoung seems entirely human - the apple of his cheeks rosy, his eyes alight with hope, his hair a mess from where Mingyu’s fingers tugged at it.
Mingyu wipes the blood off his chin, thumb brushing against soft skin, and delights in the way Soonyoung’s smile widens.
“I won’t leave you,” Mingyu promises, even if it’s short lived. Even if he can still feel the vibration of his medallion against his skin, a phantom reminder of the danger he’s in.
For now, he lets Soonyoung curl around him and falls into dreams where red isn’t a colour.
[FILL]: one breath away
Major Tags: blood, violence, implied sexual content
Additional Tags: witcher mingyu, bruxa soonyoung, open ending, inspired by the witcher (tv show) season 2 episode 1
Permission to remix: Please ask
i know you said witcher 96z but i think pretty and extremely unsettling bruxa soonyoung works too well to let this pass!! hope you enjoy anyways <3
a.n. bruxas are a type of vampire that take the form of beautiful, young, dark-haired humans
***
The first time they meet, Soonyoung escapes by leaving a trail of dead bodies behind him - including a few of Mingyu’s brothers, flesh of his flesh, blood of his blood.
Mingyu himself is on the brink of death, red oozing out of his chest as he lies motionless on the snow, eyes on the dark and tall branches over his head. He waits for the final blow; he waits, and waits, and waits for the chittering to pick up, for the loud screech of the creature after them to come through the forest, grating and terrifying.
In the end it never does.
Mingyu manages to pick himself up somehow, finds his way back to Kaer Morhen on shaky legs and with a frazzled mind. All he can think of for months on end, is how he escaped death for what he considers a stroke of luck.
But then, while he’s out on a mission several moons later, he hears the voices again. They’re talking about a creature of the night, one that steals and mauls and devours, one that eats humans as if they were nothing but game.
Someone promises him a fat bag of coins if he manages to stop the monster. Mingyu doesn’t want to admit that he’s quivering in his boots by the time he puts foot in what is now a ghost town, humans abandoning their houses to avoid certain death.
In a way, Mingyu envies them.
His medallion vibrates when he walks through the fresh tracks left in the snow by the few people who managed to escape the slaughter.
The chittering reaches his ears before he sees a dark figure standing in the distance, looking as small and human as the first time Mingyu saw him.
“Witcher,” the bruxa says, a smile clear in his voice. “You’re back.”
It hits Mingyu then, with the force of a spell so powerful that leaves him speechless, that it wasn’t luck that saved him. He was spared.
He’s stuck in place, thrown for a loop, as the creature walks closer to him. He slides as if made of liquid darkness as he draws closer, his white clothes flowing around him in a cloud that could look like smoke from afar.
The bruxa is as pretty as Mingyu remembers him being.
“I hoped I’d be seeing you again,” he says, voice mellow and sweet. His eyes are small, and his face is soft and round, pale under the moonlight. When he smiles at Mingyu, his sharp teeth make a shiver run through his body.
“Why?” Mingyu manages to ask, voice trembling. He should unsheathe his sword and drive it through the bruxa’s heart, cut his head off his neck, but all he can do is stare at his sharp smile and the way he seems unafraid of Mingyu, standing there in sheer clothing, moving together with the blowing wind.
Each step he takes towards Mingyu has his heart picking up its pace, the thrumming of it loud in his ears.
On the bruxa’s face, the smile only widens.
"I was curious," he says, his face swimming in Mingyu's vision, "to see if you would come back."
Around Mingyu's neck his medallion buzzes with energy, scorches through his chest. He can feel the heat of it even through the leather of his armour, through the layer of clothing beneath it.
"What's your name, Witcher?" the creature asks, moving closer still. He stands just a step away from Mingyu, chin tilted up to look into his eyes - pools of darkness that lure Mingyu in, leaving him no escape.
“Mingyu,” he whispers, and it feels like a confession, a prohibited word. The bruxa smiles, dark hair tousled by the cold wind.
“I’m Soonyoung,” he says, his hand reaching out to touch the wolf head resting above Mingyu’s heart. The silver thrills, thrums with energy as Soonyoung’s fingers close around it. Mingyu waits with bated breath for him to retract his hand, scorched.
Nothing happens. The medallion quiets down, and Soonyoung gently tugs at the chain it’s attached to so that Mingyu bends his neck lower, so that they’re properly face to face.
“I’m glad you came back.”
Mingyu doesn’t know what is guiding him, but his fingers find Soonyoung’s squeezing them in a tight clasp over his heart.
Soonyoung is gentle with him. He takes Mingyu by the hand, guides him along the path he came from. They stop only when they reach an enormous mansion, empty halls echoing the twinkling sound of Soonyoung’s laugh.
It’s easy to picture what happened to the people that inhabited these rooms. Despite the bloody imprints that Mingyu can see scattered around, he doesn’t feel any fear cursing through his veins.
Not when Soonyoung pushes him on the closest flat surface and climbs on top of him, eyes alight with a thirst that Mingyu can recognise as his own. There’s a smile on his face, sharp just as the rest of him, and Mingyu’s hands are on his narrow hips, over the sheer layers of clothing covering his torso.
“Witcher,” Soonyoung grins, his fingers trailing over the chain still hanging from his neck. “Mingyu.”
His name spoken from those sinful lips has Mingyu’s blood rushing faster, heartbeat skittering when Soonyoung’s cold digits trace the column of his neck.
“Do you want a taste?”
Mingyu doesn’t know what he’s agreeing to when he nods slowly, just an imperceptible tilt of his head. Soonyoung latches on it, his hands tugging at the strings that keep Mingyu’s defences in place.
It’s a spell made of carnal desire, the need to feel Soonyoung’s naked skin over his own.
Soonyoung leaves the medallion for last, chain tight in his fist when he yanks it to get Mingyu’s mouth over his own, lips and teeth clashing together in a mess of a kiss that has Mingyu growling low in his throat. His fingers find dark strands, tugging them until Soonyoung lets out a soft whine of pleasure.
Pleasure simmers in Mingyu’s body, a building heat that rises from his core until he’s shaking and crying between Soonyoung’s arms, until he forgets who he is and all he knows is the immeasurable want that pushes against his throat, making it hard to breath.
When Soonyoung’s teeth sink into his neck, Mingyu is so drunk on bliss that pain doesn’t reach his mind, just swims at the edges of his being, a looming presence. Blood trickles out of him in a stream punctuated by whines that bounce between the empty halls and corridors, loud sounds that seem to belong to someone else, someone that has taken possession of his body, someone who lets Soonyoung drink from him until he’s spent and satisfied.
Death is just one breath away.
Mingyu swims in and out of consciousness for a second, or twenty, or maybe a thousand. Time dilates, stretching until he’s gasping for breath, Soonyoung’s fingers deep inside him making his back arch and his lungs constrict until all he sees are white stars at the edge of his vision.
A while passes before Mingyu takes back full possession of his body, feeling his heartbeat steady inside his chest.
Once again, he was spared.
Soonyoung is a vision of beauty and fear as he looks down at Mingyu, eyes completely black, lips scarlet.
“I’m glad you came back,” Soonyoung repeats, kissing Mingyu until all he can taste is copper coating his tongue. The bite on his neck thrums when Soonyoung’s fingers graze its surface, but Mingyu can feel the healing process has already started, his skin closing around the gashes left behind by Soonyoung’s sharp teeth.
“Can you stay?” Soonyoung asks, voice soft, a murmur against Mingyu’s neck.
When they lock eyes again, Soonyoung seems entirely human - the apple of his cheeks rosy, his eyes alight with hope, his hair a mess from where Mingyu’s fingers tugged at it.
Mingyu wipes the blood off his chin, thumb brushing against soft skin, and delights in the way Soonyoung’s smile widens.
“I won’t leave you,” Mingyu promises, even if it’s short lived. Even if he can still feel the vibration of his medallion against his skin, a phantom reminder of the danger he’s in.
For now, he lets Soonyoung curl around him and falls into dreams where red isn’t a colour.