#Vicetone | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

winwintea · 4 months ago

Text

target aquired!

PAIRING ↬ demon!lee donghyuck x angel!reader

TAGS ↬ romance, action, THE TENSION IS REAL, angel and demon au, supernatural, there’s no angst or horror this time (shockingly i know), happy ending (?) too i know i don’t do that normally, taeyong is like michael such a cutie angel, y/n chases haechan for most of the fic, they also do a little dance

SUMMARY ↬ as part of your next mission, you've been tasked to 'capture' an infamous demon, lee donghyuck who's been causing mischeif on the mortal realm. this won't be easy.

WORD COUNT ↬ 2.6k words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ↬ for @lyvhie EVEN THOUGH HER BIRTHDAY WAS YESTERDAY I APOLOGUZE PLEASE FORGIVE ME 😭😭 this was super rushed so it’s probably ass let me fall flat on my face pls.

PLAYLIST ↬ be mine - ofenbach; angels - vicetone, kat nestel; chained to the rhythm - katy perry; love shot - exo

THE CELESTIAL HALL OF HEAVEN'S COMMAND CENTER GLEAMED WITH ETHEREAL LIGHT,

its walls made of swirling clouds and translucent marble. Y/N, a high-ranking angel known for your relentless pursuit of dark forces, stood at attention before Archangel Taeyong. Despite the serene setting, the weight of your new mission settled heavily on your shoulders.

Taeyong’s sharp gaze locked onto yours, his wings shifting with an air of authority. "Y/N, we have an urgent assignment for you. Lee Donghyuck has resurfaced."

At the mention of the name, your brows lifted slightly. "The slippery one? The demon who turns every confrontation into a performance?"

Taeyong’s lips pressed into a thin line. "That 'slippery one' has eluded Heaven’s grasp for centuries. He’s more dangerous than his antics suggest. Cunning, charismatic, and unpredictable. And now, he’s causing chaos in the human world."

Your confidence didn’t waver. "I’ve taken down worse."

Taeyong stepped closer, his tone hardening. "Donghyuck is unlike any demon you’ve faced before. He thrives on manipulation. He’ll twist your thoughts, bend reality to his will—and he’ll do it with a smile."

Your lips curled into a smirk. "Sounds like he’s overdue for a reality check."

Taeyong, unamused by your humor, handed you a scroll sealed with Heaven’s golden crest. "He’s currently blending in at a human establishment. You’ll find him at a bar tonight. This is a high-priority mission, Y/N. Don’t let your guard down."

Taking the scroll, you gave a mock salute. "Understood. Catch the charming demon without falling for his tricks. Piece of cake."

Taeyong’s expression softened slightly. "You’re one of our best, Y/N. Just remember, even the best can falter."

You turned to leave, the weight of your mission and Taeyong’s warning lingering. Yet beneath your determination, a flicker of curiosity sparked. Lee Donghyuck may have been a master manipulator, but he had yet to meet you. And you were ready to change that.

As the gates of Heaven’s command closed behind you, the celestial light faded, and you descended into the human realm. Prepared for whatever, or whoever, awaited you.

The mortal realm was as chaotic as you remembered—vivid neon lights pulsing against dark city streets, laughter and music spilling from bars and clubs. Humans thrived in their imperfections, their energy a stark contrast to the serenity of Heaven.

You landed silently in an alleyway, your wings vanishing the moment your feet touched the ground. You adjusted the black leather jacket over your fitted dress and took a deep breath, already sensing the faint trace of demonic energy lingering in the air. It was like static electricity—sharp, electric, and unmistakably Donghyuck.

Following the trail, you soon found yourself outside a bar at the heart of the city. The music was loud enough to make the pavement hum, and the atmosphere was charged with temptation. A fitting stage for a demon like Donghyuck.

Stepping inside, your gaze swept the crowd. Humans danced and drank without care, lost in their own worlds. But your focus remained sharp, cutting through the noise. You felt him before you saw him—a magnetic pull that set your nerves alight.

At the bar, Lee Donghyuck leaned against the counter, a glass of whiskey in hand. His dark shirt clung just enough to highlight his frame, the top buttons undone with calculated carelessness. His hair, messy but deliberate, fell over eyes that held both amusement and danger.

He had felt your presence the moment you crossed the threshold. There was no mistaking it—the celestial energy was as potent as sunlight cutting through storm clouds.

Instead of running, Donghyuck grinned. Of course they’d send someone like you. He could practically taste the resolve radiating from you, laced with a hint of curiosity. You were here to capture him, but oh, this was going to be fun.

When your eyes finally met, he lifted his glass in a mock toast. "Well, well. They finally sent me an angel. And not just any angel."

As you approached, Donghyuck’s grin widened. "Y/N, right? I’ve heard about you. Relentless, driven, dangerously stubborn. And they weren’t exaggerating about the looks.You’re fine as hell. Literally."

You stopped a few feet away, your expression unreadable. "Lee Donghyuck. You’re awfully calm for someone about to be captured."

Donghyuck chuckled, setting down his glass. "Captured? Sweetheart, if you wanted my attention, all you had to do was ask."

He leaned back, his posture relaxed but every word calculated. Let the game begin.

He tilted his head, studying you. “You’ve heard about me, haven’t you? I bet you were told to be careful. That I’m dangerous. Charming, too. Am I living up to the hype?”

“Dangerous, yes. Charming?” You gave him a once-over, unimpressed. “Not really.”

Donghyuck chuckled, “You wound me, angel.”

“Don’t call me that,” you said, your tone sharper than intended.

“What should I call you, then?” he asked, eyes narrowing in amusement. “Y/N? Or maybe something more affectionate? Sweetheart? Darling?”

You glared at him. “You think this is a game.”

“Of course it’s a game,” he said smoothly. “But I play to win.”

You weren’t about to let him get under your skin. His whole act was a distraction. A carefully crafted performance to make you hesitate. Too bad for him, you didn’t hesitate.

“I’m here to take you in, Donghyuck,” You said, stepping closer. “One way or another.”

He leaned in just enough to invade your space without actually touching you. “And what if I don’t want to go quietly?”

There was a spark in his gaze—a challenge. He was baiting you.

“I’ll drag you out of here if I have to,” You said flatly.

Donghyuck grinned. “Feisty. I like that.”

You crossed your arms, refusing to react. He could talk all he wanted; You weren’t playing his game.

“Tell you what,” he said, standing straight. “How about a little wager?”

“I don’t gamble.”

“No? Not even for me?” He held out his hand. “Dance with me.”

“What?”

“Dance with me,” he repeated. “Right here, right now. If I win—well, we’ll talk about what happens if I win. And if you win? You can do whatever you want.”

It was a ridiculous proposal. But there was something about the way he said it—calculated and deliberate. He wanted to see if you’d refuse. If you’d play by his rules.

You took a deep breath. “Fine. One dance.”

“Perfect.”

The bar’s floor wasn’t made for ballroom dancing, but that didn’t stop Donghyuck from making a show of it. He led you to the open space in the center, the music shifting to a sultry, pulsing beat that felt almost too fitting.

He turned to face you, all lazy smiles and swagger. “Ready?”

“Always,” You said, refusing to give him the satisfaction of looking nervous.

Donghyuck stepped forward, his hands hovering just above yours without making contact. The air between you crackled with energy. You weren’t dancing yet. This was still the warm-up, the buildup before the inevitable clash.

When you two finally moved, it was like a battle disguised as choreography. His steps were smooth and fluid, designed to throw you off balance. You matched him, each movement calculated to keep you in control.

“Not bad,” he said, spinning you effortlessly. “You’ve got some fight in you.”

“You don’t know the half of it,” You shot back.

He dipped you suddenly, his face just inches from yours. “I’m starting to think I like you.”

“Don’t get attached,” You said, your tone icy.

His grip tightened just enough to remind you he was still a demon—a predator dressed up as a prince. But you weren’t prey.

The music intensified, and the dance became a blur of sharp turns and close calls. Every movement felt like a challenge—a dare to see who would falter first. But you didn’t falter. You didn’t give him an inch.

As the song reached its crescendo, Donghyuck pulled you close one last time. “So, angel. What’s the verdict?”

“The verdict is that this dance is over.”

He didn’t let go immediately. His smile was softer now—still dangerous, but almost... curious.

“I’ll give you this,” he said. “You’re not what I expected.”

“And you’re exactly what I expected,” You said, stepping back.

As the last note of the song faded into the bar’s background noise, you prepared to make your move. Your hand twitched, ready to summon a blade of divine light the moment Donghyuck dropped his guard.

But when you looked up, he was already gone.

In his place, a napkin rested on the bar counter. Written in a bold, looping scrawl were the words:

Catch me if you can.

The napkin carried the faintest trace of brimstone, his calling card. You clenched your teeth. Of course, he wasn’t going to make this easy.

Fine. You weren’t one to back down from a challenge.

The chase was on.

Your search took you to a moonlit park just beyond the city limits. The air was crisp and quiet, broken only by the soft rustling of leaves. It was the kind of place that felt timeless—a perfect hiding spot for a demon who thrived on theatrics.

You moved with purpose, scanning every shadow and tree. The park’s fountain glistened under the moonlight, its water reflecting the stars above. And then, as if summoned by your thoughts, Donghyuck’s voice drifted through the night.

“Took you long enough.”

He stepped into view, his silhouette framed by moonlight. His shirt was still unbuttoned just enough to make you roll your eyes.

“Running already?” you asked, keeping your tone light despite the tension. “I thought you liked games.”

“Oh, I love games,” he said with a grin. “Especially when the stakes are this high.”

You crossed your arms, unimpressed. “Stakes? You’re just afraid to lose.”

Donghyuck tilted his head, his eyes narrowing playfully. “Afraid? Angel, I’m the one setting the rules.”

“Then why are you the one running?”

His smile didn’t falter. “Because it’s more fun when you’re chasing me.”

With that, he vanished again—one moment there, the next gone like a shadow slipping through your fingers. But not before leaving behind another note, tucked under a stone by the fountain:

You’re getting warmer.

The next location was an old theater, long forgotten by the city. Dust-covered seats lined the aisles, and faded posters of past productions clung to the walls. The stage loomed at the far end, its curtains drawn tight as if hiding something—or someone.

You moved through the theater with caution, every step stirring up dust and memories of past performances. There was no sign of Donghyuck, but his presence lingered—unmistakable, like the faintest hum of an encore waiting to be sung.

“You always had a flair for drama,” you called out, your voice echoing through the empty space.

“And you always had a flair for ruining it,” came Donghyuck’s reply, disembodied and teasing.

The sound seemed to come from everywhere at once. You scanned the seats and stage, but he remained hidden.

“You can’t keep running,” you said.

“Running?” His laugh was light, playful. “I’m putting on a show. Aren’t you entertained?”

“Not really.”

There was a sudden flutter of movement—a shadow darting from the wings of the stage. You lunged, but by the time you reached the spot, he was gone again. In his place, another note:

You’re persistent. I’ll give you that.

By the time you reached the rooftop garden, the city was bathed in the golden glow of pre-dawn. Flowers bloomed in raised beds along the perimeter, their colors muted under the fading moon. A cool breeze swept through the space, carrying the scent of lavender and something darker—Donghyuck’s presence.

You found him standing at the edge of the rooftop, the city skyline stretching out behind him. This time, he didn’t run.

“Tired?” he asked, not bothering to turn around.

“Hardly,” you said, stopping a few feet away. “You’re making it too easy.”

He finally turned to face you. There was something different about him now—less playful, more contemplative. “You could’ve stopped chasing me a long time ago.”

“Could’ve,” you agreed. “But you made a mistake.”

His brow lifted. “Oh? And what’s that?”

“You underestimated me.”

Donghyuck’s smile returned, softer than before. “Maybe. Or maybe I just wanted to see how far you’d go.”

The distance between you felt both vast and nonexistent. He was close enough to touch, yet untouchable—always just out of reach.

“What happens now?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your celestial blade shimmered in your hand, its edge glowing with divine light. You leveled it at his throat, the distance between you reduced to a single breath.

“You ran long enough,” you said, your tone steady despite the storm inside you. “It’s over.”

Donghyuck didn’t flinch. If anything, he seemed... amused.

“Is it?” he asked softly. “Or is this just the beginning?”

His gaze held yours, intense and unyielding. You expected him to break eye contact, to try one last trick to escape. But he didn’t move. He just stood there, as if daring you to strike.

“You think this is a game,” you said.

“I know it is,” he replied. “And we both know you don’t want to end it.”

Your grip on the blade tightened. “You don’t know anything about me.”

“Oh, I know enough,” Donghyuck said, taking a slow step forward. The blade pressed against his throat, but he didn’t stop. “I know you could’ve taken me a dozen times by now. And I know you’re hesitating.”

“I’m not—”

“You are.” He leaned in, his face inches from yours. “You’ve been chasing me all night. But why?”

“To stop you,” you said, though the words felt hollow.

Donghyuck’s smile was faint but real. “Maybe. Or maybe you’re just as curious as I am.”

The rooftop fell silent, the only sound the distant hum of the waking city. Time seemed to slow, the air between you thick with unspoken possibilities.

You didn’t answer. The blade remained steady at his throat, but your mind was anything but.

Donghyuck’s eyes softened, the usual mischief giving way to something more vulnerable. He leaned just a fraction closer, his breath warm against your skin.

“Do it.”

The city stretched below, bathed in the soft golden light of dawn. From your perch on a cloud just above the skyline, you could see the world waking up—bustling streets, sleepy windows, and the distant hum of life. But none of it held your attention.

You held a single sheet of paper in your hands—the mission report. Donghyuck’s name was scrawled across the top in bold black ink, but your eyes were drawn to the red stamp across it:

Captured.

The word pulsed in your mind, its meaning both obvious and maddeningly unclear.

A flicker of movement caught your attention. Your gaze shifted to a rooftop nearby, where a familiar figure stood in the shadows.

Donghyuck.

Even from this distance, his presence was undeniable. He stepped forward, just enough for the light to catch the mischievous glint in his eyes. He held something in his hand—a single red rose.

With a casual flick of his wrist, he tossed the rose into the air.

It spiraled upward, weightless as it soared through the space between you. Without thinking, you reached out and caught it mid-flight. The petals were soft beneath your fingers, their scent faintly sweet with a hint of innocence.

You looked back at him. He watched you, his expression unreadable but intense. Neither of you moved. Neither of you spoke, but your eyes softened and suddenly you were smiling.

With one last glance, you spread your wings and took flight. The clouds parted as you ascended, the world below fading into a distant blur.

But you couldn’t help stealing one final look over your shoulder.

Donghyuck remained on the rooftop, his eyes locked on the spot where you had disappeared. Slowly, a smile curled across his lips.

Not his usual smirk. It was Satisfied. Knowing.

The rose in your hand felt heavier than it should.

was your job to capture him or his heart????? who knows??????????????????

TAGLIST ↬ @lyvhie @aquaphoenixz @galacticnct @yizhrt @polarisjisung @multifandomania @spacejip @peterm4rker @viasdreams @mango-bear

330 notes · View notes