#thegardenofobsession2021

[jinjinranran]

The Garden of Obsession - Day 1: BEGONIA - Beware

[luxielle]

the garden of obsession 2021 Day 6: LILAC // the first feeling of love & spring

She was the only person who didn’t make him feel like someone in remission. He didn’t need to be “healing” when he was with her, perpetually graded on how well adjusted he was or wasn’t or would never be. When did he fall in love with her? Ever? No, being with her never felt like falling…rather, she was the first person to help him to his feet, the first solid ground he’d stood on in a very, very long time.

[aftergiow]

JONQUIL – Desire for affection returned

In the Victorian language of flowers, a gift of jonquils symbolizes forgiveness or a desire that affection is returned. Jonquil flowers mean "love me," desire, sympathy.

A Suit Saeran x Reader piece for The Garden of Obsession week. | 836 words | Inspired after the first VNM of Ray’s route on the 9th day.

Event Masterlist.

“I know you still love Ray, I can see it in your eyes. Poor stupid toy” Saeran started getting closer to you, with you slowly backing up without even realizing it. Eventually, your back hit the powder pink wall and he put a hand against the wall next to your head so he can lean closer to you. The moonlight from the window lit his pale face, the pink tips on his hair almost covering his eyes. You couldn’t help but notice the exhaustion on his eyes, his sight so tired, so gone because of the elixir. "If you miss him so bad then why don't you come and give him a kiss, huh?" he said. You could feel his minty breath against your cheek.

This is the weirdest, most complicated way anyone has ever asked for a kiss, you thought. But Saeran was right, you missed Ray. He left without a warning, leaving you with a Saeran that felt new but also familiar. They were so similar yet so different. At the end of the day they craved the same thing, but their methods to get what they wanted were different.

“Why are you suddenly so shy?” he laughed, “you were all over him a few days ago, why can’t you do the same for me? I can play Ray just for you, toy. We have the same body, after all. Don’t I look exactly like him?” He leaned even closer and you instinctively put your hands against his chest to stop him. He laughed again, louder, his tone ringing in your ears. “Why are you so scared? You’re no fun. Try to entertain me, toy.”

He wanted you as much as Ray did. Even if he called you a million names, saying that he hates you and he doesn’t care for you, the look on his eyes told a different story. His whole body was asking for your touch, his hand next to your head trembling lightly, his body feeling strangely warm pressed against yours. He hasn’t taken his eyes off you since the moment he entered your room, waiting for a reaction, for a green light that told him you want him as desperately as he did. But you were quiet. He was starting to get nervous.

“C’mon, I’ll pretend to be him. Come and kiss your prince.” He whispered against your cheek. You took a deep breath, not sure if what you were about to do was the right decision. You turned your face slightly, lips brushing his, until you finally kissed him. He sighed into the kiss and you felt his body relaxing slightly. He put his free hand on your waist, pulling you closer to him.

That’s all Saeran ever wanted. That kiss. To feel as loved as Ray did. You knew he wasn’t Ray, but you wanted to give him some peace of mind, even if it only lasted a few minutes. You wanted him to feel worthy of touch, of tranquility, of feeling anything aside from anger. You raised your hands, which were still pressed on his chest to his hair, entwining your fingers in his hair. For the first time since he took over, his mind felt at ease, letting himself melt into the kiss.

You pulled away, slowly, carefully, feeling his shaky breath in your face. You could feel that he was going to fall apart in your arms at any moment. He stood there, stiff, still close to you, he did not know what to do. You could feel his breath growing agitated by each second.

“Saeran...” you whispered, lowering your hands to his shoulders, shivering under your touch. He was frightened.

“No... Why did you do that?!” he abruptly pulled away from you, his whole body shaking. “You stupid toy, don’t you dare getting close to me like that again! You gross me out! You moron!”

He started shouting nonsense, his eyes unable to focus. But you kept quiet, there was nothing else for you to do, nothing could have calmed him down in that moment. Eventually, he stormed out of your room, leaving you there, the buzzing of the night feeling violently loud without his stormy presence.

You fell to your knees into the floor, exhausted. It hurt your soul to see him like that. So hurt, so confused over his own feelings for you. All he wanted was to feel worthy of love, of care, of kind gestures. But he can't help but push you away. Every person on his life that has showed him kindness has betrayed him, and he was scared the story would repeat itself. He was terrified of the things he felt for you, and he was worried you would be exactly like the rest of the people who have hurt him.

All he was left with after that kiss was anxiety and desire. He still wanted more, he wanted you. And there wasn't something he wanted more in this world than for you to feel the same.

[gureishi]

lilac (first feeling of love) - Suit Saeran X reader

You are the sound the earth makes when it wakes up from a long, dark winter.

“Hold on,” you say as he drifts away from you—almost out of sight, almost empty, almost gone. “Don’t leave yet.”

He looks down at a hand—the hand—his hand—which hovers over the doorknob. He’s surprised by the bright white scars on his knuckles. He can’t remember when he got them.

“Too late,” he tells you. He wishes you’d block his way or leave him alone or open up a window. He doesn’t know whether the air in here has always been so stale.

Your feet make a soft shuffling sound on the carpet, and then the sound stops. He is noticing, for the first time in ages, all the sensations on his skin: his smooth sleeves against his arms; the funny bruises on his heart.

“You’re still here,” you say. He wonders if Ray ever told you that your voice sounds like summer sun. The days since you’ve been here bleed into one another and he doesn’t know if now is yesterday or tomorrow, passing or becoming, present or past. 

“I'm going now,” he says, but he has already given up. He feels you nearby like a tidal wave about to engulf him, and he wishes your sea water would let him dissolve.

“Turn around,” you say, “so I can feel your forehead.”

He turns, because he needs one last look at your eyes.

“You’re strange,” he says. He wanted to make you hurt till your heart felt just like his, but you only seem to have grown stronger.

You lift your hand and he flinches because he doesn’t know what he’ll do if he’s touched. He remembers tormenting you more vividly than he recalls the last few hours of emptiness, and he remembers being small and sick and silent in a darkened bedroom more clearly than he knows his own name.

“You’re always so cold,” you tell him. You brush his face with the back of your palm like it’s nothing, and he feels the earth splitting open. “You’re burning up now.”

“Your hand’s just hot,” he mutters. He thinks he said this to someone else once, long ago, when he wanted to pretend to be well. He can still taste chemicals on his tongue.

“So sit down and let me do it properly.” You step back and gesture to the bed and his feet are carrying him there before he’s told them to. He never meant to stay.

He sits silently. Ray would have asked if it was alright to sit on your bed, he thinks—and yesterday, he himself would have torn up all the blankets rather than listen to you.

You follow him and he thinks about grabbing you—clinging to you—throwing you away.

“Do what properly?” he asks.

“Feel,” you say. You come closer, closer—and he could hold you, he could destroy you, he could wreck you, he could love you.

You press your lips to his forehead and he sees seeds sprouting, eager leaves spreading under a bright blue sky.

“I was right,” you whisper. “You’re feverish.”

No, he thinks: you have it all wrong. For the first time in years, his fever has broken.

“Open the window,” he whispers. His throat is dry and his voice sounds like someone else’s. His vision blurs as you oblige him; he only wants to look a moment longer.

“Why?” you ask. You tug at the latch and he almost rises to help you but his bones feel brittle. You get it on the second try and fresh air streams in, sharp as shooting stars.

“Because,” he says. “It's spring.”

[asterjennifer]

Ray | LILAC – The First Feeling of Love & Spring

Warning for: Character death – Yandere behavior

Summary: When he finally understands what he feels for his tester, he's determined to be the one making her happy.

No matter the consequences.

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You're prettier than any work of art, it didn't matter whether it's an oil painting or a statue made out of marble. You're so much more beautiful than anything else he's seen in his life, not even the flowers or the sky could beat this gorgeous sight you're presenting to him. A voice that's more remarkable than any melody ever created, eyes shining so bright the sun must've been jealous. Your sent that's sweeter than any candy bar he ate in his life. What he adored the most was your touch. Careful when reaching out, thoughtful to not cause pain, soft with your well-groomed skin. Lovely due to the innocence with which you expressed your tenderness.

He's head over heels for you, there's not a person in Magenta that couldn't have known. The way he ran to your room whenever he's having time, or if not, constantly calling you to make sure you would feel comfortable and never forgot he's with you. They probably judged him for being lovesick, but for once in Ray's life, he didn't care one bit. All he wanted was to keep you by his side and make you the happiest person alive. Love like you, give back everything you'd given him ever since arriving. He's devoted to make you feel good, to fulfill all desires, no matter how small or big.

The best time's when he's out in the garden with you, allowed to hold your tiny hand in his and watch your face unravel with relief to finally take a walk together. You showed it often, you said it all day long whenever he doubted it out loud. You cared for him. You liked him. And he would do anything to keep it that way, no matter the price. Ray wanted to know everything about you, make you his main focus in life and learn every single detail that defined you as the princess you were. His Savior once warned him to not let the obsession cloud his better judgement, but what did she know.

She could've never felt the way he did for his beloved tester, someone so warm and cozy he could finally get sleep without nightmares. Someone to hold him despite the failure he was. You made him feel like he's more than just his faults, with you, he's a talented game developer who's charming and sometimes even funny. He loved what he could be for you, he would become whatever you wanted him to be just to manifest the idea he's the only one worthy of your affection. You're special to him, he wanted to be the same kind of special to you. That's why he looked for the biggest roses all evening.

He would give them to you in person this time, overcome his shyness and ask you to stay by his side forever. No other thought could make him so enchanted. Ray checked the roses frequently. Would they be enough? Would you like them? Did you prefer different flowers? Should he make the boutique even bigger? While sinking into thoughts, it's the very own voice of yours that tore him back to reality. His heart immediately began to hammer behind his chest, body exploding with adrenaline. You're in the garden, such a convenience. It must've been fate playing in his favor. It did ever since meeting you.

"Haha, yeah you could say it tastes like soap."

"It's horrible, I recommend to not try it, really. I speak from experience."

As fast as his heart began to race, it skipped a beat. And second one. You're with another person, taking a walk around the garden with a male Believer. Ray peeked around the corner of the gate, seeing you talk to someone hidden underneath the thick robe. The young man your age, a slight accent in his voice with bright blonde hair catching attention right away. Ray didn't know what to do, you're smiling so wide. But not for him. Whoever that guy was made you laugh and have a good time, there's even a slight shade of pink on your cheeks. Which he didn't like seeing in that moment.

"But what if it's good with cutlet?"

You asked, eyes swimming in curiosity. The young man in front of you stuck out his tongue in disgust by that idea, earning another light giggle from you.

"No, oh hell no. I'm gonna throw up just thinking about it."

The guy cracked a grin when you hid the amusement behind the back of your hand. Ray took a step back, staring down at the roses that somehow lost on color. He hated to see you feel good with someone else like that, especially another guy. Your laughter, your blush, your attention is all meant for him. What if he's not that special after all? When you're able to be the same way towards other people, did that imply he's less important than he hoped to be? Was he being arrogant again and forgot his place? Envy crept up his throat.

That's not it, no way he misread your intentions, you said you liked him. Ray's shoulders crouched by the thought of another person feeling your affection when it was him you liked. Whoever this Believer was, he needed to stay far away from the both of you. Ray already had an idea of that, a way to keep this face forever gone just so you're able to completely forget about it. He breathed through, trying not to let the anger take over him. He just learned to love you, he's not going to give that up anymore. Ray wanted to give his heart to you to cherish and caresse it. Nothing else mattered.

"(N)! I've been looking for you!"

He said as loud as he could when coming around the corner, gaining both yours and the guy's attention. There's the smile he loved to see, only directed at him as he came over.

"Ray..! There you are, you've been working so long. I missed you."

His cheeks flushed a bright red when telling him you missed his company, because he missed yours much more. Ray ignored the formal greeting of the Believer on purpose to hold out the boutique of roses, the surprised expression cute as hell. Already worth the work. And the pain.

"I.. I wanted to give you this. As an apology for being gone so long."

"Oh my, they're so beautiful.. Ray, thank you so much!"

You cheered happily, satisfied with something as small as flowers. Ray smiled a dreamy smile by your excitement, feeling his heart jump out of his chest. Now that he finally found out what it meant, he wanted to tell you every second that he loved you with all his heart. You carefully placed the boutique in your arm before reaching out for an loose embrace. Ray's entire body melted into the touch with ease, returning the hug tightly. That's how it should be, all your care only for him. Nobody else.

"You see princess, you should go back to your room now. It shall rain soon, I bring you dinner later."

The nod of yours too adorable for this world. You wished the guy and Ray a nice evening, both male Believers waved after you as you walked back to the room and get the flowers a fitting vase. Before anything other could've happen, the Believer who'd been greedy for your attention pulled his hood right. He's capable to tell something's wrong with the sudden glare Ray pierced his body with.

"Please excuse me, Mr. Ray. I go back inside."

"I don't think so."

The man frowned in confusion, yet Ray couldn't help the anger that's causing his blood to boil. How dare this guy to try steal away your precious time, act like he's funny when in reality he's just one of these idiots that couldn't do anything other than tell jokes. It reminded Ray of someone specific, that just ruined his mood even more. The young man with blonde hair stumbled over indefinable noises for a moment before Ray shut him up with strict words.

"You come with me to the basement. I.. need a hand. Or are you refusing my order?"

Unable to rebel against the young hacker as he's having one of the highest positions, the guy underneath the rope nodded to follow Ray back inside Magenta. He knew what he's doing was selfish, that his Savior wouldn't be happy at all when finding out. But he couldn't help himself, Ray needed to cherish these brand new feelings and memories the best he could. And sometimes doing good implied being the bad guy. As long as you wouldn't find out, nothing could stop him. The door cracked after leaving down the stairs.

The Believer shuddered, Ray didn't have to turn his head to know. Good, he thought to himself while reaching the basement, he deserved to shiver in fear for trying so shamelessly to feel some of your pure wamrth. Ray didn't say a word, just pointed to one of the boxes with the elixir that got delivered today. The blonde man hummed as he wanted to open it, never actually managed to do as Ray grabbed him by the neck to pull his head back upward.

"Make a sound and you're staying down here for the rest of your pathetic life."

Although the guy's physical stronger than Ray, which's not a hard thing to beat him in, he's still in advantage by the position he's holding the other in. So even when the Believer struggled, the young hacker's able to keep his body in place and force his jaw open in order to wash elixir down his throat.

"Shouldn't have bothered my (N), you rat. Dare you again to just look into her direction."

The response's the sound of coughing. It took a while, but Ray felt better when watching the guy empty a complete bottle of elixir by his hands. That's what he got for trying to get in between you and his love for you, Ray didn't need some outsider to step in and ruin the moment. While the other's busy trying not to choke to death, it gave Ray the opportunity to take another bottle from the already open box. It's exhausting with the guy's never ending fight, yet Ray's willpower to drown him in his own regret for interfering's a lot stronger than the Believer.

It's the first time he went that far, that Ray managed to be cruel enough to do such a thing. Normally it's the one on the other side that did the dirty work, but for once, the anger inside his system's flaming bright enough to get the job done himself. The turquoise liquid ran down the leather gloves and over the dude's chin, who now pathetically lost on strength to fight back. The resident inside the back of Ray's head's impressed, praising him for finally take action against the unfair stuff he's forced to go through. It's all for you, he justified, he did that for your love. To make sure it could never get attacked again.

After a while of letting the thoughts circle, Ray noticed that the Believer stopped moving. That's not what he tried to achieve, but after checking the nonexistent pulse of the man without name, Ray realized he may have gone a bit too far.

"Ah... Shit."

He looked around to make sure nobody saw what happened and decided to bring the body into one of the cells. It wouldn't be the first time someone actually lost their life down here, even if it's just by accident. The phone in his pocket started to ring, quickly he pulled it out while trying to drag the dead guy into the shadows of the basement. It's you who called, your profile picture glowing on the screen and immediately having his mood brighten. It didn't matter, you wouldn't find out what happened. In conclusion, Ray didn't have to care. He took the call then, voice warm and happy as always when talking to you.

"(N), my dear. You called, I'm so happy!"

"Ray, haha. I was wondering if you're still busy. When are you going to come over?"

Your voice chimed his name, lingering in his ear so sweet, he never wanted to hear another sound again. Ray almost forgot about the little problem in his hands when listening to you. As you could hear him groan from the weight he's required to shove around, you asked what he's doing. For a moment he stared down to the guy that never could bother you once more. It made him smile, because he was and would always be the only one making you smile.

"Oh, I'll be there soon, princess. I just.. have to get rid of some trash first."

[marshmallowprotection]

The Garden of Obsession is a week-long event where you can explore a side of Saeran Choi as the world caves in around him.

Whether you want to explore Ray’s infatuation and yearning to treat you like his favorite doll, Suit Saeran’s drive to possess a toy he can control instead of being the one controlled, Unknown’s unwavering desire to hold you like the shiny new thing on the playground that only he can own, or something else entirely, this is the time to explore those perspectives. 

From November 15th - 21st. 

RULES: 

Tag your writing/art with #thegardenofobsession2021 so it’ll be easy to locate for everyone. I’ll be sharing your works and reblogging them using that tag on my blog as well—so you’ll know where to look if you’re curious—and it’ll be simple to navigate. 

These can be simply Saeran-focused, Saeran x MC, Saeran x You, Saeran x Reader, or Saeran x CMC [Custom MC]. There’s no cap limit on how much you can draw or write, nor is there a bare minimum. Write or draw as much as you want to your heart’s content. This week is all about Saeran’s relationships with his precious MCs across the routes as he struggles between what it means to want someone as much as he does. 

Tag and label your works appropriately for all necessary triggers and content warnings that you feel are important. NSFW content won’t be shared on this blog if you choose to create it. However, it can be added to a collection on AO3 if you choose to post it there since it can be age-restricted and locked to adults only. Non-Consensual acts aren’t wanted, be they NSFW, just to make that abundantly clear ahead of time. 

Any questions? Ask away. 

PROMPTS:

Day 1: BEGONIA - Beware

Day 2: JONQUIL - Desire for Affection Returned

Day 3: CARNATION (STRIPED) - Wishing to be Yours

Day 4: POPPY - Eternal Sleep

Day 5: PETUNIA - Resentment

Day 6: LILAC -The First Feeling of Love & Spring.

Day 7: HYACINTH (YELLOW) - Jealousy

[k0kichiimagines]

day 5 lessgo

i thought i had got this in the queue for yesterday and i just found out i did not :(

- mod kokichi

Day 5: Resentment [Petunia]

(Garden Of Obsession)

Unknown / Suit x reader

CWs: you're being held hostage

He hated you. You with your bright smile, your kind words despite the obvious hurt in your eyes. The way you didn't give up, kept trying to help him. Continuing your soft promises.

It made him sick.

It's what Saeyoung did, it's what V did, it's what Rika did. They promised him the world.

And now look where he was.

He refused to trust again, to clasp the hand you'd held out for so long. He didn't let himself slip into your arms, he blocked his ears, he insulted you daily just so you would stop.

Sometimes he wondered if you hated him. If this was some long joke, if you laughed at him behind closed doors, if you were waiting to drop him. It was a torturous thought.

But he was a weak man. He was a broken man. He longed for you to fill the cracks with love, to tape them with the petals of the petunia's you gifted him, so seal them with gentle words. Your fingertips could trace the cracks, again and again until they were nothing more then memories.

He dreamt about holding you, his mind filled with images he used to scoff at anytime he saw you. He found himself checking on you, roughly handing you clothes and food, covering them with lies of him not caring. That he may be keeping you here, but he had no intent to actually kill you - so shut up and accept it quickly.

And you dared to smile. He took offence to you making his heart race - was this your way of mocking him?

At some point his arms had tightly grabbed you, hands gripping you as though you were falling apart, turning to dust before him. You didn't react, not beyond softly holding him.

To him, the thought of you leaving was still a certainty. He assumed every second was your last with him. His words were less sharp, but they went soft. He was just... quiet. He was silent to your words.

He'd already begun to hate you for leaving.

But... it had been too late to overcome the desperation for your smile. To mask over the burning love he felt.

He had given you one hundred days.

Perhaps if you stayed the same towards him for longer, perhaps his mask would have one stitch undone. Perhaps he would smile.

It depended on how long you stayed sweet.

[rayroseu]

Day 6 - LILAC : The first feeling of love and spring

i finsihed this early but i couldn't post it since the internet wasnt stable TT

All his life, Saeran knew nothing but the harshness of winter. Everyday was a raging snowstorm. No rays of sunshine could even penetrate the thick cloudy skies he surrounded himself from. Yet despite how isolating it is, you still planted a spring flower in the midst of this snow. The brightness slightly pricked his eyes and he feels strange under the unexpected warmth underneath these sky of purple blooms, he spent forever just staying in darkness and staring at digital screens, he genuinely forgot the feeling of experiencing any other thing except having to prove his strength. No matter how much he whisked these blooms out of his sight, he can't bring himself to completely eradicate it. Because... its the only thing different in this place. Its the only vibrant thing in this desolate place. Lilac...? What's its meaning..? "You can start whenever you want to, Saeran. I'll help you." Can he really do that...?

[mystic-simping]

Day 1, Begonia

[suspiciouslybluemilktea]

I apologize for the lateness, but I wanted to enter at least a little something for this event! It was mostly completed on time TwT promise

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The Garden of Obsession:

Day 1: Begonia, Beware

Suit Saeran x Reader, Ray x Reader

He wore his black suit like a prominent warning sign, its featured chain adding extra caution tape to the costume. His posture was now straighter, a threatening confidence in his every move as he played the part he felt it necessary to play.

Away went the brightly colored attire, hand selected to help weave together the mirage that you had now found your fairytale prince in the garden of Eden.

Ray had spoken so many promises and plans, concocting day dreams you’d both learn to share, whispering away your worries with his passion for romanticism.

With Ray…you felt very loved, almost entirely whisked away from reality. You could easily make a list of reasons as to why he made your heart flutter so, from his shocking talent of remembering the littlest of details about you (as if knowing them from the start), to his attentive ability to just…care. As he sprung into action, it seemed there was no room for despair as long as the two of you were together, your fingers laced between his. You couldn’t help but crave his warm affections as he yearned for yours.

But, as are so many things you tend to encounter, it was all too good to be true. You were sold and then spoon fed lies as the situation spiraled, twisting and turning until everything finally fell on its head.

Tonight, the pink room, much like your world, feels upside down. You stare at “Saeran” now, you on the ceiling as he’s below, upright on the ground and quite smug about his comfortable position. It feels hazardous, attempting to keep struggling to stay where you won’t fall, or you’ll slip down, landing directly at his feet.

You study him…you can’t help but study him and all the changes that seemingly came up with the breeze. That black suit, no doubt, will be an image stuck in your mind even as he leaves you once again alone with your feelings of trepidation.

Finally, with his outfit change, Saeran now blended in with the rest of the tragic crowd, rather than sticking out like a sore thumb. You had a feeling the “savior” orchestrated it to be this way, Ray being the only person not appearing as if headed to a funeral.

His breath is hot, fanning across your face as his proximity only causes it to feel like ticklish flames. Saeran is clearly banking on the fact that his “no entry” signs will work, successfully blocking your exits thanks to his status and orders.

And now, where do you have to run?

This was an easy question to answer, pinned between him and the wall. Nowhere. You were his to play with and tamper with for the time being, and it seemed he couldn’t get enough.

Saeran spoke and you listened.

“I bet he wanted to lock you up like this from the beginning.”

Ray? Your sweet Ray? The puzzled look on your face was perfectly telling of what words you wanted to let fall from your lips.

“Haha, don’t look so shocked, prince(ss). The only reason it didn’t happen was because he was too much of a chicken to carry that plan out.”

[amee-racle-ofmyown]

A Word of Warning

The Garden of Obsession Day 1: Begonia — Beware | Ray | Warnings: strangling, drug abuse (elixir and torture, if you catch my drift)

‘He’s... hurt me severely in the past, and my Saviour as well. I’d like to tell you more, but it’s all so painful to recall.’

Ray looked askance. He sounded genuine. There was this sense of a deep pain running through his hate and fear as he spoke, and yet... could anyone blame you for doubting his words? No matter how sweetly he spoke, it was undeniable that he had deceived you. He had lied to your face repeatedly and still had the audacity to accuse V of being a liar.

No amount of honeyed praise, gentle touches or tender longing in his mint eyes could mask the fact that he had used you.

You trusted V. That much you knew.

You found it hard to believe that the same person who worried over your safety, and who’s voice alone brought you such peace of mind, could ever have done anything to invoke such hostility in a man as seemingly kind and tender as Ray.

You wanted to hear everyone’s side to this story, one you could only guess was a messy web of secrets spun over a long period of time. No doubt it would be challenging and possibly dangerous to unravel. You only hoped you could do it without anyone getting hurt.

Ray took your hands in his, a pleading look on his face.

‘I hope you’ll be careful, [Y/N]. I hope you won’t trust him more than me. Stay here where I can keep you safe. Please.’

***

‘Say that name again and I’ll strangle you!’ The warning tone of his voice might have made him heed his threat, had V been conscious enough to process it fully. His mind was hazy from the drugs and every inch of his body was burning, his head spinning. Sharp green eyes a single constant as his vision blurred in and out of clarity.

‘Saeran.. Saeran-’ the mint-haired man begged in his dazed state before coughing and sputtering as the younger man wrapped gloved hands around his throat.

‘What did I just say...? Huh?!’

He let go and V dropped further onto the floor, continuing to cough and choke. Ray reached for the elixir bottle, forcing him to drink the remaining liquid, barely giving him a chance to catch his breath.

Ray could practically feel the adrenalin coursing through him. His heart was thrumming rapidly with exileration, high on the power he held over the man he saw as a traitor.

A spiteful voice in is head was saying, ‘More. It’s not enough. Make him pay for every one of his sins. He’s the Devil. He deserves this tenfold.’

Though the voice often scared Ray, it was tempting to listen. But in the back of his mind he knew that if he went too far, The Saviour may be upset. Though he couldn’t understand why... She was far too kind to this hypocrite.

He stared down at him with disdain.

‘It’s your fault they don’t trust me... If you hadn’t come and ruined everything, we could be happy together right now... I warned them to be cautious of you but it seems you still got to them. I won’t forgive you for trying to trick my precious prince/ss.’

His fists clenched.

But it’s fine, hahaha. We’ll have all the time we need. My Saviour is fond of them, I’m sure she’ll tell them everything you’ve done. They’ll soon come around, and I will make sure not to let you come near them.’

‘They’re mine. I plan to keep them safe. I won’t let you corrupt them like you corrupted him.’

[nanoko-aishino]

Day 1: BEGONIA - Beware

@marshmallowprotection event

[luxielle]

the garden of obsession 2021 Day 4: POPPY // eternal sleep

It’s exhausting, he thinks, but sometimes he’s so certain that if he can bake one more muffin or prepare one more meal or kiss you one more time, maybe he’ll stop hearing his mother’s voice come out of his mouth when he replays that day all those years ago. Maybe he’ll finally figure out how to forgive himself.

[aftergiow]

STRIPED CARNATION – Wishing to be yours

The carnation means fascination, distinction, and love; striped carnations have more of a negative connotation compared with its solidly-colored counterpart –striped (variegated) carnations symbolize regret that a love cannot be shared. It signifies rejection or refusal. It says that you can’t be with someone or it’s a simple no to a lover’s affections.

A Ray x Reader piece for The Garden of Obsession week. | 1.1k words | Content warning for blood. Inspired by this set of texts.

Event Masterlist.

Anxiety.

That’s all you felt at the moment, after discovering the RFA members aren’t really AIs, as V himself showed up to try and save you from the mysterious place you agreed on staying. The sweet white haired man that convinced you to go there and test a game for him orchestrated a bunch of lies to get you there and now you feel paranoid – constantly alert and ready to run away if given the chance.

The scene that took place the night that V tried to get you out of Magenta kept replaying in your head. You never thought you would see Ray so stressed, so hysteric, so different. After that incident, he decided to increase the security around your room and the whole building, in case V tried to infiltrate Mint Eye again. But even if you knew what Ray did wasn’t okay, you couldn’t help but feel bad for him. He constantly looked like he was going to fall apart.

That blue-eyed man seemed very fond of you, catching feelings at an alarmingly fast pace, and with him being so unstable, you feared being too nice to him would give him the wrong idea. You really couldn’t trust him anymore. You needed to keep your guard up, just in case.

You heard a soft knock on your door, startling you as you were deep into your distressing thoughts. “Who is it?” you asked, cautious.

“It’s Ray.” He answered from the other side of the door. You felt uneasy to hear his voice for the first time in days. “May I come in?”

“Yes, go ahead.” He entered your room, his eyes as tired and unfocused as always.

“Hello, flower. I’m sorry I haven’t been able to visit you, I’ve been busy. At least Savior has been spending some time with you. I'm glad you haven’t been completely on your own.” He said, his voice slightly shaky. You kept your eyes on him, studying him – something looked different but you couldn’t point your finger on what. And then you noticed his gloveless hands, crimson leaking from the tip of his fingers.

“Ray...? Are you okay...?” you asked, your tone as soft as possible as to not startle him.

“Huh? Why are you asking me that?” he answered with another question, his face expressing confusion. Once he noticed the direction you were looking at he looked down, finally glancing at his hands. “Oh,” he mumbled, his face turning as red as the blood on his fingers. “I... I guess I started biting my nails without realizing. I’ve been pretty stressed lately, it’s an old bad habit. No need to worry.” He murmured, hiding both his hands behind his back.

You sighed. You couldn’t help but feel concerned. “Please sit.” You said, firmly, while walking to the bathroom. He sat on the sofa and you sat next to him, with a first aid kit that was kept in said room. You took both his hands, resting one of them on your lap while treating the wounds on the other one as carefully as possible. His hands felt cold and boney, twitching slightly at your touch.

“Thank you” he murmured, a certain nervousness in his tone. “No worries.” You replied, focused on your task.

“Flower, may I ask you something?” he asked, after a few seconds of awkward silence.

“Of course.”

“What can I do for you to stay with me?” he whispered. You looked up at him, surprised by his sudden boldness, and what you saw broke your heart. The look on his seafoam eyes so raw, so needy. He looked down as tears started forming on his eyes. “Why don’t you like me as much as V or Savior? Or the RFA?”

“Ray…” he interrupted you. “What do they have that I don’t?” his voice low as he struggled with his trembling breath. You sighed, lightly squeezing his hand to hopefully offer him some kind of comfort.

“Ray, I care about you a lot…”

“But you don’t love me.” He interrupted you once more, raising the tone of his voice ever so slightly. He looked up at you again, the look on his eyes now unrecognizable, so full of desire and hurt.

“We’ve known each other for a short period of time... it’s impossible to love someone so fast...” you were trying to choose your words very carefully as to not cause any more damage.

“Then… what is it that I’m feeling?”

“Perhaps... obsession?” you immediately regretted what you said, but it has already been done. His gaze widened, taken aback by your audacity.

“Obsession?”

“Yeah, Ray… you might be a bit obsessed… it’s okay, some people can’t help it… but you gotta give it time… friendship isn’t developed in a single day...”

“But I don’t want to be your friend” he exclaimed, a little bit more agitated. “I want to be the only one for you. I want to be yours and for you to be only mine. I brought you there, why can’t I spend more time with you?”

You could feel your body getting tense, not knowing what to do or say. So you kept still, your hands still on top of his, with his fingers collecting a bit of dried up blood around them. He noticed your nervousness and tried to relax a little bit. “I’m sorry, I just… I’m such a moron, I’m sorry, forget everything I said” he whispered, abruptly taking his hands off yours.

“Ray...” you finally muttered, your throat feeling strangely dry, “please, let’s talk about it...”

“I already told you how I feel, flower. I want to be yours. Please. Let me be yours” he begged with both his voice and eyes, kneeling in front of you and putting both his hands on your knees. “Please. Forget V, that traitor. Forget them all. I’m all you need. Please, own me.” His voice as unsteady as the thoughts running through his head, he squeezed your knees a little bit stronger than what he originally intended, slightly digging his bruised fingers into your skin.

“Ray... could you... give me some privacy? I don’t think I’m feeling too well” you could feel your face warming up, not knowing what else to do or say. You didn’t want to panic in front of him, that just would have made things worse, but you were scared and overwhelmed by both his persistence and his cold, rough touch.

“I... okay. I’m sorry” his face and ears quickly turned a deep shade of red, “I will leave you alone now. I’m sorry for being such an airhead. Please don’t leave.” His tone was getting quieter with each said word. He opened his mouth again but rapidly bit his quivering bottom lip to keep it shut. He quickly stood up and left your room without saying a single word.

Sudden, complete silence. You looked down at your hands, a little bit of his blood was left on your fingertips. “I’ll save you no matter what, I’ll come back later” V’s voice started resonating in your head again, repeating the words he said that failed escape night.

“Please, V, don’t take too long.”

[gureishi]

poppy (eternal sleep) - SE Saeran X reader

He watches from a distance as you dip your feet in the crystal clear water. It’s a startlingly warm day for this time of year, and you didn’t expect to find a body of water so close to your favorite spot—but it’s here, and your feet hurt, and you love the way he’s looking at you as you perch on a rock and make ripples in the river with your toes.

You squint at him, shielding your eyes with one hand. He leans against a tree, arms crossed, the sort of smirk on his face that tells you he’s biting his tongue. You find him particularly striking like this, but you won’t say so.

“I wish you’d tell me what you’re thinking more often,” you say instead. His hair is the same color as the setting sun and you are momentarily distracted by the pattern of shadows on his cheek. He never talks about the past, but you can see that it’s been a long time since he lived in the daylight.

He laughs quietly, and you’re sure he notices the way the sound makes you squirm.

“If I told you, you’d stop wishing,” he says. It’s a deflection, and it’s a good one: he meets your eyes and you wonder whether he wants you to keep dreaming of him.

“Put your feet in the water,” you tell him, rather than saying what’s on your mind (because two can play at that game—because you’re not ready to surrender yet). “It feels good.”

“I’m okay,” he says—and it means I’m good, I don’t want to, but it’s still the first time you’ve heard him say it.

“Have you ever been swimming in a river?” One of these days, you think, you’ll ask a question and get a straight answer. “Have you ever wanted to?”

He lowers his eyes and you aren’t sure what he’s seeing in the water: memories buried deep under the surface or maybe just the little waves you’re kicking up with your feet.

“Don’t know,” he answers. The sun is behind him now, and his eyes are like the water. He is day and night, sky and rushing river.

You can tell when he’s being honest.

“I thought you knew everything,” you say. You’re laughing, but you mean it.

“I know things you shouldn’t have to think about,” he mutters. He’s coming up beside you now: silent and lithe as ever on the slick rocks piled up at the riverside. “He didn’t know anything at all.”

Maybe it’s the funny look in his eyes, or maybe you’re just getting used to him, but you think you understand what he means.

On the rare occasion that Saeran speaks in the past tense, it’s always he and never I. And you’re pretty sure that you can picture him: a smaller, skinnier boy, with the same sun-starved face and beautiful bright eyes.

The adult Saeran beside you never thinks of jumping into a river and relishing in cool water and balmy air—but there’s a version of him who wanted to.

“What happened to him?” you ask. “Where is he?”

Saeran looks at you askance. You want to run your fingers through his hair, but you don’t.

“He’s been asleep,” he says, “for a long time.”

You shift a tiny bit closer and he doesn’t move a muscle. He vibrates, you think, on a frequency so delightfully close to your own. The sound of his breath gives you goosebumps.

“Have you kept him safe?” you ask. He moves imperceptibly nearer, like he’s looking for an answer. You make bigger ripples in the water and the two of you watch them dissolve.

The sun is shrinking in the sky, the earth starting to go dark. Perhaps you should be afraid of the woods at night and the mysterious man at your side, but you aren’t. You never have been.

He is silent for a while, and you almost take his hand.

“Yeah,” he says slowly. “Safe.”

[asterjennifer]

SE Saeran | HYACINTH – Jealousy

Warning for: Slight violent behavior – Threats

Summary: He's struggling with a lot of problems, yet jealously never really had been on that list.

Her loss when it becomes a point on it.

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Every moment now, he'll jump off the couch to stab your back with a knife. The dead aura's impossible to ignore, it's actually concerning, considering he's supposed to try and relax more, as the doctor advised him. But as we learned early on, Saeran's not a person that's good at chilling, on the contrary, when hitting the right nerves, which Saeyoung had a talent for finding, he could become quite scary. He read a lot, being quiet as he's not the most talkative person either. However, the silence didn't rule out this uncomfortable tension. And today seemed to be one of those days.

Saeran's not a fan of his brother. He didn't hate him anymore like he'd screamed into his face two years ago, but he's still not all that fond of the older twin. Which's understandable, just no excuse for his jealously whenever you're interacting with the brother wearing glasses. You knew Saeran's easily thrown off track and got his emotions stressed out as he suppressed them many years in a row. But jealously never really had been on that list. Until recently, that is. Because you, just like Saeyoung, realized that the one with mint eye color might've liked you more than he lend on.

Saeran's show of affection or care in general's almost unnoticeable. You really had to pay attention to the slight brush of his fingertips over your shoulder, or the looks he gave you when nobody else's capable to see them. He sometimes called you over the phone late at night, either to calm himself after a nightmare or just to hear your voice some more. It's all very small, but it's definitely there. And as flattered as you felt for someone like Saeran, someone who's everything but easy, to like you that way, it's also just as draining at times.

Especially when it came to Saeyoung and your relationship. Both of you had been close friends long before you knew about Saeran's existence. There's nothing else to it, you both just remained best friends that could rely on each other. But no matter how often you pointed it out to the younger Choi, he never seemed to be able to shake off the jealously. Some days he managed to hide it well, or not let it get to him as much. But days like these, he's basically a ticking time bomb that's about to murder his brother for making you laugh and do God knows what to you to prevent you from having fun with Saeyoung.

"Saeran... Are you going to ignore me now?"

You asked defeated as you leaned over the couch's backrest. The young man with red, chaotic hair and mint glowing eyes answered by flipping the the page of his current book. It's frustrating to have him ignore you all day for having a good laugh with Saeyoung in the kitchen after breakfast. Nor was it fair. As close as you both were, none of you took the step to be more than friends yet. You're still usnure if asking Saeran would put pressure on him, you're waiting for him to ask instead. So he basically didn't have any right to be mad just because you're good with his twin. But things weren't that easy, they never were.

He didn't react, eyes focused on the words inside the book. At the same time it's hard to breath around him, he's a master when it came to unbearable tension cutting the air thin. He didn't even have to look mad, sit provocative or hiss words. It's just there when he's feeling it, and it's really no fun. You once asked yourself if he practiced this aura to prevent other people from approaching him.

"Saeran.. Come on, please talk to me.."

No chance, his glowing eyes stayed glued to the book in his lap. One leg over the other to read better with both hands around the cover. You never learned what to do in such situations, usually you left after the third or fourth try to not have him snap at you. But you really just wanted him to get over himself.

"Annoy Saeyoung. I'm busy."

It let you shudder, the cold tone of his voice. You analyzed his face. Wrinkle free albeit dark from the shadow that somehow found its way over his skin. A little sigh escaped your lips, it was definitely one of those days. After sliding closer just an inch, seeing the letters in his book better, you kept your voice as sweet as you could.

"Saeran, don't be like that.. Let's eat some ice cream..?"

You're genuinely hurt by the extreme he used to treat you with. It's no news that Saeran's emotions were a lot more intense, yet you're not in for a demonstration. His red hair looked so soft, inviting your fingertips to storke individual strands right. Luckily he didn't pull away from your touch, but he also didn't lean into it as he usually did.

"If you need attention, go fuck my brother."

You choked on spit afterwards. Now that's something he never hissed into your face before, worse with that monotone voice of his. It took a moment for you to gasp air, not have the windpipe cough out the shock. Jesus Christ, what the hell? At first you assumed you missunderstood. But knowing how Saeran could be at times, it's very likely he did say you shall go and sleep with his brother if you needed attention. You shifted your weight after finding yourself, looking down to the redhead with wide eyes.

"What the fuck Saeran!? I would never–"

"Tell me that again after you're done flirting."

At a loss what to say, you shook your head. One of those really bad days, huh. You walked around the couch to sit beside him, close enough to touch your shoulder with his. Saeran rolled his eyes by your attempt to get closer, it's like someone poked you with a knife for the sake of it. He really knew how to turn small situations into a big drama, making you feel like you're in need to apologize when all you did was messing around with Saeyoung like every day.

"You're overplaying this. I didn't do anything, I just laughed at some jokes."

He turned the page again, yet you doubted he really read it. You tried to seek his eyes, but he ignored your stare skillfully. You didn't want him to be so mad over seemingly nothing at all, that's why you rasied your hand to his cheek. His skin warm, burning even, and above all, soft against your palm.

"Hey, come on.. Don't be jealous, there's no reason."

"Stop touching me."

You yelped as he smacked your hand away, not paying you any more mind as he went back to hold onto his book. It's bad today, you're not even sure why. Not wanting to give it up already, you insisted otherwise and grabbed him by the shoulders. Saeran growled annoyed as you pushed him, the sound soon dying in his throat as you lifted the book to sit on his lap. Now these bright eyes finally looked up at you, wide and filled with unbelief. You pouted visibly, frown big to keep the impression you're offended.

"You're mean. I didn't do anything..!"

Saeran squeezed the bridge of his nose before placing the book aside. His hands on your waist let you blush at first, until he started to shove you back to get you away from his lap.

"Get off (N). I don't want you near me, I said if you need to get fucked then go to Saeyoung."

"Your vocabulary's really messed up today."

He didn't seem to give two shits, it's clearly written inside his eyes. You grabbed fistful of his cream colored sweater and the red tank top underneath. The frustrated groan in the back of his throat had your grasp weaken for a second, but you're stubborn. You're not the one who did things wrong, it's him who couldn't control the jealousy. And even if you understood that it's not easy for him, it didn't give him a free pass to be a dick towards you. Saeran stared up to you with a warning in his face, if looks could kill, you'd definitely be dead by now.

"If you don't get your ass off me within the next minute, I swear to God (N) I will do the job myself."

Confusion hit you like a freight train, not sure what he's talking about. You didn't move off his lap, although he grabbed your shirt as tight as you held his to give you one last warning. As you're making no attempt to get away like he ordered you to, things happened with the speed of light. A little scream's torn out of your throat when he suddenly lifted you up to have your back bang against the table in front of the couch. The sound's so loud, it hurt like hell too. You could feel the stringing pain go from your neck down to your coccyx. Being pinned down between the hard table and his body, it's difficult to look up without your vision turning.

It's quite nerve-wracking to see him hover above you like that, hair touching your forehead with his shirt slipping up slightly and revealing more of his pale white belly. These eyes continued to stare holes through you, still angered and still dark due to the envy that crept into his system today. Although you probably should've been mad for him to slam you down like that, on a table of all furnitures, you just found yourself admiring the view of him. Giving you ideas you're not proud of having.

"If you don't stop flirting with my brother I will fucking tie you up in my room. And it's a damn promise (N)."

You couldn't swallow the big amount of spit inside your mouth. Shivering and unable to do anything other than nod, that's a side of Saeran you've never seen before. The words, rather the promise felt so real as if he's about to do what he said. Saeran's eye twiched slightly when seeing you nod.

"Apologize and never do it again."

"I'm sorry... I won't do it again."

Of course it's not your fault, you didn't do anything wrong, but what could you do when this guy's pinning you down like that with his stare intense enough to make you break into pieces from within. Something about his voice's odd, though. He didn't sound like he's really present, you're uncertain how to interpret that new aspect of him. Even though you apologized, he didn't get off you. He just stared down at you.

"Remember one thing well.."

He started off, slow and torturing you with the tension around the air. It's hard to breath at all with him acting out so suddenly. Saeran tightened the grip around your body, then.

"If you flirt with Saeyoung again, I'll leave you high and dry. You can count on that."