Yangyang fairy methinks,,,, his wings are lavender colored and since he is a mischievous little shit he has mastered the art of flying away from trouble and literally no one can catch him bc he's too fucking fast

he has fun vandalizing shit and spray painting high walls that are really hard to reach and cover up,,,, so when people are walking down the street and see this humongous realistic dick spray painted to the side of a building on the fifth floor they're like???? how????

He doesn't even bother wearing clothes that make him easy to blend in,,, he just walks right out of his house wearing an oversized tshirt, some joggers and kicks,, and he's like "hmm,,,,,,, i think i will cause problems on purpose today" which means literally no one can stop him

he usually just wears a mask and gloves to not get intoxicated by the spray paint fumes but that's about it,,, and he always gets to work at 3am bc superstitious humans think it's "the devil's hour" so no one is outside and he can work in peace

some of his art is very beautiful and they actually leave it as decoration or at least leave it for a little while until they paint over it,,,, other times he writes bullshit like "left tiddy is itchy but it be like that sometimes" and calls it a day,,, he's very unpredictable

there are a few sightings of him vandalizing shit caught on camera but he looks blurry and unidentifiable,,, he is know online as the "Lilac Blur" or "Lilac Flash" and he always complains about it bc his wings are fuckin lavender NOT lilac

during daytime he has to fold his wings and hide them under oversized hoodies,, and he always walks by his "crime scene" the morning after so he can see the reactions of other people and smile to himself

they say if you get too confident about something you might be prone to fucking up way faster, and his dumb ass accidentally gets caught one night when he's flying over a building and going around it to see which spot would be the best to paint, shaking one of his cans loudly

he's so focused on what design to do that he nearly gets blinded by the flash of a camera, and once he finally understands what the fuck just happened, he looks up to see a guy poking out one of the window with a camera in hand

and Yangyang is mortified that someone actually caught him, but he's also angry that this goddamn human got him out of The Zone and now has a picture of him, which he really doesn't appreciate,,, so he flies up to the window to try to fight the camera off the guy

and he tries to get into the guy's apartment but,,, there's something wrong about this guy's windowsill, and once Yangyang tries to get through the window he is immediately repelled by it, like getting spat back out

and of course he's a stubborn little shit so he keeps trying to get inside and keeps getting repelled while the guy stands inside, this time filming Yangyang's struggle with the same camera and an amused smile on his face

"Are you dumb or something?" the guy calls out, mocking Yangyang once he gets repelled for the eleventh time in a row,, and like, Yangyang is literally boiling with rage at this point and he very much doesn't appreciate the teasing, so he starts aggressively spraying the walls

it's not even a good design, just a bunch of squiggles and insults in red and blue paint, and once he feels like the outside of this guy's apartment is ugly enough, he moves back in front of the window and yells "FUCK YOU!" at him before throwing in the empty cans and flying away

the morning after comes and he feels like an idiot bc if this guy posts the pics and videos, Yangyang's fun is done for and he'll also get sent to jail for vandalizing what's probably half the city,,, and it'll be worse bc humans are not very fond of the supernatural in general

so he waits for the video to pop in social media,,, but nothing really comes out, not even in the news,,, and he's like ??? what ??? bc he was dead sure the guy would've posted it everywhere to get that drop of fame for being the one to capture Lilac Blur on camera

so once night hits he tries to dress in dark colors and cover up properly for once, even hiding his wings,,, he goes over to the same building and takes a good chuck of time to count all the floors and try to get the possible apartment number right, and then rings the doorbell

the intercom buzzes and he's like "uhh hello? camera guy?" and since the're no sound on the other end he thinks he pressed the wrong button,, but then the entrance door buzzes open for him,, which is kinda sus but he's curious about this guy and Yangyang can fight if needed

when he gets to the floor he notices one of the doors is wide open, and as he walks closer he gets the same bad feeling from the windowsill but he tries to ignore it and walks right into the same kind of repelling magic from before, but this time he feels like it's burning him

he gets spat right back out and cries in pain as he falls to the ground, cradling his hands close to his chest, since they were the ones that got hit the most,,,,, he's so distracted by the stinging that he doesn't notice the guy walk out of the apartment until he hears him say

"Wow, you really are dumb."

and Yangyang's anger bubbles right back up at that, so he tries to send a kick towards the guy, but it's swiftly avoided,,, Yangyang really wants to bash this guy's teeth in as he smiles down at him and turns around to walk back into the apartment

"Try coming back in." the guy tells him, and Yangyang doesn't trust him at all so he stays rooted to where he's sitting on the floor, and the guy rolls his eyes at him, "i need to heal your hands idiot, otherwise they'll start to peel off and i don't want fae blood on my floors."

Yangyang begrudgingly stands up and walks back towards the door, this time stopping in front of it and not attempting to cross it,,, the guy gives him A Look from inside, which Yangyang returns, and then the guy walks back over and kicks away the line of black salt from the floor

Yangyang raises a brow because he may be dumb but he can still feel the bad magic on the doorframe, so the guy sighs and reaches up on his tippy toes, taking a series of crystals and amulets off the top and sides of the doorframe until Yangyang no longer feels like he's in danger

and then he finally steps in, and the wave of magic that hits him in the face like a bullet train completely overpowers him and makes him uncomfortable even.

"so,,,,,, you're a witch."

the guy fixes the line of salt back in place and hangs all his amulets and crystals back up

"no, i'm a magician. wanna see a card trick?" Yangyang really, REALLY wants to punch the guy's face in, "of course i'm a witch, you dumbass. are all fae like this?"

"want to find out?" Yangyang threatens, knowing damn well how scary and tricky his family can get

the guy is unfazed by the threat, he just smiles at Yangyang and walks further into the apartment, disappearing into what seems like the kitchen. "don't threaten a witch in their own home, little fairy."

Yangyang spits on the floor once the guy is out of sight

Yangyang decides to look around as he waits,, the place is really small now that he has a better view, and it's more on the messy side, with books and bottles and all kinds of herbs just laying around, candles nearly melted completely and a few scary looking amulets on the walls

he spots the two cans of paint he threw in through the window on top of a table, and he glares at them. right. he's here for a reason.

the witch comes back into the living room with a box in hand, a slightly wicked smile forming on his lips once Yangyang turns to glare at him

"couldn't find my fae-friendly kit, all i have laying around is a bunch of silverware and jewelry," he jokes, smile sharpening at the way Yangyang swallows and deepens his frown, "now, how about i get you some sugar to snack on while you let me take a look at those hands?"

"what the fuck is your deal?"

the witch's eye twitches. "my deal? oh, nothing much, just that i have a bone to pick with you, and i really, really want those lilac wings framed on my wall."

Yangyang nearly snarls at him. "they're lavender."

"even better." the witch grins.

the guy sits on a spare chair and starts taking things out of the box, lining up little bottles and uncapping some of them. "the last time i helped a fae, they tried to trick me into giving them my name, and then when i wouldn't comply, they tried to claw my eyes out."

he glances over at Yangyang, who refuses to move closer to him, both out of fear of what stunt he might pull, and out of pure reluctance to comply with his orders. "but you'll be a good little fairy, right? no tricks under your sleeve, or i might have to use my silver handcuffs."

"you're sick."

"no, i'm really not. i'm fine and very much healthy." he takes a small bowl out of the box and finally closes it, getting to work immediately. "you on the other hand, are bleeding right now. told you i didn't want my floors dirty."

Yangyang looks down at his hands. whatever spell was on the door really took a toll on his skin, tearing and cutting it, making it ragged and ugly. His face must be in a similar state, since it hurts just as bad, and he can feel his blood dripping from his cheeks, down his neck,,

the front of his hoodie is soaked in gold, and so are his sleeves. he knows that fae heal rather quickly, so he doesn't even bother to cry from the pain. but this,- whatever this is,- is not healing or going away, and it makes him panic a little, wings fluttering under his hoodie

the witch keeps talking as he mixes herbs and grinds them down inside the bowl. Yangyang can smell heather, a well known fairygrass-originated herb, commonly used among the fae. he knows the witch means business.

"Now, about my 'problem'," he smiles again. Yangyang's blood boils

"you see, one of my relatives recently died,- a shame, really,- and left one of their properties to my name. it's this building in the middle of the city, partially abandoned except for the street-level floor, where there's a mini market and a coffee shop. their coffee is great."

Yangyang frowns.

"i was looking to sell said building, since i have no use for it, but i do want the money. i had found the perfect buyers, this rich couple that wanted to tear down the whole thing and make a brand new apartment complex. i really didn't care about their plans."

"you see, little fairy, the money from the building would've helped me pay off my debts and get the hell out of this shithole," the guy explains, grinding herbs a little harder, "but the day before selling it, one tricky little fae spray painted a fuckin dick on the front of it."

realization downs on Yangyang. he truly fucked up with that one.

"the couple called the deal off, saying the paint would take too long to get scrapped off, and repainting the whole damn thing would take way too much work and money. so, i was fucked over."

"that is, until yesterday. how lucky am i to find that sneaky little fairy circling my own building, looking to paint on my side, close to my window!" he says cheekily. he opens a jar of what Yangyang can identify as a mix of aloe and honey, and pours it into the bowl, mixing it,

"really thought the odds had worked in my favor, and now here you are, in my home, ready to do my bidding! truly a lucky witch."

Yangyang tries to clench his fists, ignoring the new gush of golden blood that drips onto the floor. "i ain't gonna do SHIT for you!"

this makes the witch halt his movements. he turns to look at Yangyang, head tilting to the side, expression serious. "are you sure about that?"

Yangyang scoffs. "as if i'll heed to a witch's word." the guy give him a long, hard look, before sighing like he can't believe the fae

"you truly are the dumbest of your kind," he says. Yangyang's wings keep fluttering with rage. "do you know what happens to us magic folk under human laws? what would happen to you if they catch you and sentence you, judge you like the supernatural being you are?"

Yangyang, untrusting but ever the curious fairy, shakes his head. the guy's eyes are nearly pitch black, face devoid of any emotion.

"fae blood is used in a lot of human medicine nowadays, since it has self-healing properties. they use it for drugs and therapy. they drink it."

stomach churning uncomfortably, Yangyang takes a step back, stepping on a small puddle of gold. the witch doesn't break eye contact. "you wouldn't get sent to prison, you'll be kept as a blood bank to them, for as long as they deem necessary. there's no justice for us at all."

"how do you know all that?" Yangyang asks, mainly because it sounds too gruesome to be true. he knows humans don't like supernatural beings, but what the witch tells him sounds like too much. surely humans know that magic folk are more powerful and should not be messed with?

the witch, noticing how Yangyang is about to call bullshit on his story, sets the bowl on the table and reaches for his t-shirt sleeve, pulling it up to reveal a burn mark in the shape of a number, right between his shoulder blade and arm.

088.

"stolen vehicle. was trying to get the fuck out of this city and away from my debts. two years in 'prison', making said medicine and pills for humans. free labor." he lets the sleeve drop down and continues grinding ingredients, looking away from Yangyang.

"they treat us witches better, but it's only because we look the most human out of all magic folk. every day i had to work in piss poor conditions and incorporate the buckets of fae blood they would bring over into a mix of herbs and other chemicals. it was traumatizing."

Yangyang shakes his head. he looks down at the blood that keeps dripping from his hands, the flow never ending. he doesn't feel faint, his skin trying to heal itself, but instead feels repulsed at how cruel humans can be. he reaches up to wipe at the blood on his face.

"so, with that being said," the witch taps the pestle against the edge of the bowl to let any residue drop back in, and then turns to Yangyang, "you either clean the building and help me sell it so i can get out of this fucking city, or i turn you in, along with the evidence."

Yangyang feels betrayed, somehow. "what?"

the witch looks unbothered, almost bored. "you heard me."

he shakes his head. he knows most magic folk don't get along, but this? selling out another magic folk to save one's own skin? whoever this witch is, he has stooped way too low.

"why the fuck would you tell me all of that and then say you'll turn me in? what is wrong with you?!" the guy tries to get a word in, but Yangyang feels outraged. his wings are close to tearing his hoodie open with how much they thrash and flutter from anger. "you're sick!"

the witch glares at Yangyang. "You blew my fucking chances of getting out of this shithole! i should be doing way worse!" he slams the bowl against the table, some of the paste spilling onto the old wood. "there's a price on your head and i need the money, so pick your poison!"

Yangyang's tired of all the talking, so he tries to fight, even if he won't have much advantage. He's quick on his feet as he approaches the witch, taking him by surprise and laying a punch on the other's jaw. his hand starts bleeding profusely, but he goes for another blow.

there's a mess of golden splatter all over the floor and furniture by the third hit, swift movements leaving the witch unable to fight back as Yangyang swings wildly. his hands ache, the cuts leaving him in agonizing pain, but he still throws punches, even as he starts to cry.

the witch struggles to cover his face, where Yangyang aims the most. he backs away until he bumps against a pile of books, falling on his ass between the mess and out of Yangyang's reach. in an attempt to cause more harm, Yangyang goes for the legs, scratching and punching hard.

that is, until he gets whacked on the side of the head with a silver plate, the metal burning him and tearing a pained yell out of him. Yangyang tries to scurry away from the witch, but the guy is persistent, pressing the plate against his cheek even as Yangyang swats him away.

"you're such a little shit!" the witch yells. Yangyang keeps swinging, going for the knees, the ankles, scratching until he sees the characteristic deep, purple blood of witches gush out of the scratches. the witch uses the plate to whack Yangyang until he halts his attacks.

the silver plate is nearly soaked in Yangyang's golden blood, his face buzzing and numb from the pain. the witch stands above him, plate aimed at his face, a silent threat that he's not afraid to press it against Yangyang's skin again and hurt him even further. Yangyang glares.

"you think i want to turn you in? i really thought you would cooperate and that my threats would not have to come to this, but you're really proving my previous statement. you're the dumbest fae i've ever met." a foot presses against Yangyang's chest, keeping him down.

the witch briefly glances down at his scratched leg and grimaces. "this is going to be a bitch to heal." he mutters to himself.

"good." Yangyang doesn't even sound like himself, his face caked in gold and trying to heal itself. his upper lip feels numb, and yet he tries to grin.

the plate whacks him in the head again.

"gods, you're truly infuriating."

Yangyang groans in pain. "it's- it's a fae thing."

"i can see." the plate comes up to his neck, like a blade ready to strike. "i'll say it again. you have two options. neither benefits you at all."

"but one is less painful; you help me get my money and you walk free after doing your part. or, if you really hate yourself that much, you go for the second option, which is a death sentence by the hands of humans. pick. your fucking. poison." the witch spits out, teeth grinding.

Yangyang is scared, even if he tries not to show it. this grade-a asshole keeps the silver close to his face, and the foot on Yangyang's chest makes his wings press against the floor, folded uncomfortably under his hoodie. the silence is deafening and long, almost asphyxiating.

he'll drag this witch down, someway, somehow.

"i'll help."

the witch doesn't move away, only stares at Yangyang with a stone cold face.

"what?! i said i'll fucking help you! get off me!"

"a fae's word doesn't mean shit. i'm not stupid, little fairy."

smart witch.

"then what the fuck do you want from me? my first child or something? gonna pull a Rumpelstiltskin on m-"

"do you ever shut up? gods." the witch interrupts, rolling his eyes. Yangyang tries to smile again. he'll annoy the witch as much as he can, as a little taste of revenge.

"give me your pinkie."

Yangyang frowns. "What? no."

"give me your fucking pinky, you idiot!" the witch huffs out this time, silver plate right against Yangyang's neck. he can feel the metal burn the soft skin of his throat, making it hard for him to speak and even swallow.

he raises his bloodied hand as he struggles to breathe. the witch looks at it for a moment, taking in the sight of gold dripping down Yangyang's arm. his hands are still burnt and cut, skin peeling off grotesquely. they will probably scar badly. he raises his pinky, shaking.

fingers intertwining together, the witch hooks his own pinky with Yangyang's, magic coursing through him. a thin, black ring forms around both their fingers, tattooed on their skin. Yangyang's eyes widen in fear.

a deal with a witch is ten times worse than a deal with a demon.

once the mark settles and the witch lets go of Yangyang's hand, he moves the silver plate away from Yangyang's neck and takes his foot off his chest, finally letting him breathe.

Yangyang wants to puke.

"get up, i need to heal your face. let's hope it doesn't scar."

there's gold splattered on nearly every piece of furniture inside the living room. it looks like a murder scene from one of those human movies, only difference being that fae can't die that easily and Yangyang is still very much alive and nauseous, curled up on the floor.

the witch looks around with distaste. "fucking great." he limps into the kitchen, bringing back a bucket and a mop, and then says some weird words in a language Yangyang doesn't understand, which make the mop stand on its own and start cleaning Yangyang's golden blood splatter.

"Wizard Mickey Mouse tease."

the witch glares at him. Yangyang smirks.

"get up, you're like a fucking gold fountain. it's gross."

Yangyang doesn't move, not only because he doesn't want to, but because he is in a lot of pain and his body is not cooperating.

he tells the witch. the guy groans and clenches his fists. Yangyang enjoys every second of his mini tantrum.

"i hate you." the witch spits out as he approaches Yangyang, taking the hood of his hoodie and using it to drag him into the kitchen and further down a hall.

Yangyang, although hurt and uncomfortable, takes his time to look around, actively trying to make the work harder for the witch. the kitchen looks like a hot mess, every surface completely covered in herbs and goopy substances, some dripping down the counters and cabinets.

"buddy, i think you need to tell your mop to do a better job at cleaning up." Yangyang jokes, and being the little shit he is, flicks some of his blood onto the cabinets and floors, just for the sake of getting on the witch's nerves. the guy drops his hold on the hoodie.

Yangyang yelps as his head hits the ground. "asshole!"

"shut the fuck up or i'll leave your face like that." the guy is stronger than what Yangyang expected, easily dragging him down another hallway, and into what Yangyang can recognize is a very poorly lit bathroom.

he lets go of Yangyang's hood and putters around the confined space, taking out towels and turning on the showerhead.

"well, this place is a dump." Yangyang comments, getting an upside down view of the glare the witch sends his way. "hey, i'm just being completely honest."

"i didn't fucking ask."

Yangyang smiles. his face hurts even when he speaks, but annoying the witch makes it totally worth it.

"now, no need to be so rude. we're friends now, aren't we?" he raises his marked pinky, smile turning sharp and angry. "best buddies, no?"

the witch doesn't even glance his way, taking bandages out of the cabinet behind the mirror. "as if i would be best friends with a fae." he scoffs. "never again."

Yangyang perks up at that. "oh? you have a fae friend?"

"had."

"right. had. what happened to them?"

the witch halts his movements, tuning to look down at Yangyang. from this angle, Yangyang can see just how much damage he did to the witch. his legs are scratched and bloody, just like his face. Yangyang hopes the asshole's nose is broken from his punches.

"he tricked me. that fucking fairy is the reason why i have debts in the first place. he's probably somewhere warm and sunny, laughing at my misery."

Yangyang hums. "well, that kinda sucks. not even fae trust other fae, so that one's on you."

the witch kicks his side.

Yangyang groans. he saw that one coming.

the witch grabs Yangyang's hood again, yanking it until the upper half of his body is inside the shower, water spray hitting him directly in the face. Yangyang tries to scurry away, but the witch detaches the shower head to chase him.

it hits right in his open wounds, and he yells, this time cursing the witch to hell and back while gargling water, before spitting it up at the witch.

"it's like trying to bathe a fucking cat."

Yangyang hisses like one when one of his wings folds painfully as he kicks around.

once the witch deems him clean enough, gold blood flowing down the drain and a half-drowned Yangyang coughing up water while laying on the shower floor, the witch leaves the bathroom, mumbling something about needing more herbs and amulets.

Yangyang stares at the ceiling. there are some clear stains from water leaks near the middle, with some peeling paint and small holes, as well as one or two spiders just chilling on webs, their sizes a bit too big to be normal house spiders.

he grimaces in disgust.

witches truly are some of the nastiest magic folk to ever exist.

he doesn't want to look down at his fingers, especially his pinky. wounded hands aside, the black mark around his finger brings an uncomfortable feeling to his stomach. witches are weird and unpredictable,

especially with their magic. whatever the black mark might do to him if he tries to trick the witch is beyond his comprehension, but he knows it won't be a good thing. he's heard horror stories of witches using others as puppets, bending them to their will, all because of a deal.

this guy is pretty sick in the head, especially because he doesn't even know Yangyang, yet still harmed him. he's trapped in a witch's apartment, the doors and windows sealed with spells and amulets that could hurt the fairy, and he wants Yangyang to do his dirty work for him.

Yangyang sigh. he didn't expect his night to turn out like this, or to be held captive by an asshole and get his hands and face disfigured.

he really fucked up this time.

the witch walks back in again, holding the bowl with the herbs he previously grinded and a bottle of vodka.

Yangyang stares at the bottle. "are we playing a drinking game, bestie? i'll go first. i dare you to tell me your name."

the witch ignores him, getting busy with the bandages and herb paste.

"no? okay, fine. you seem more like a 'truth' person anyway. what's your name?"

the witch uncaps the bottle, taking a swing from it and then glaring down at Yangyang. he still doesn't say a thing.

"you know, you're terrible at this game." Yangyang comments, enjoying the way the witch scowls and slams the bottle down on the sink, before wiping his mouth with

the back of his hand. Yangyang's body hurts when he moves around, so he just lays uncomfortably on the shower floor,- which is probably just as dirty as the rest of the apartment, he thinks with disgust,- unmoving as the witch stares him down. Yangyang notices the other's nose is

no longer bleeding, but it has swollen up considerably. he grins.

"here's how this is gonna go," the witch starts, "you're gonna drink this bottle of vodka because you best believe you're gonna wanna be drunk for this whole thing, then i'm gonna heal your hands and face, and

then i'll lock you up here for the night so you can't run away. tomorrow you'll clean up my fucking window because my neighbors already filed a complaint and my landlord wants my head on a stick thanks to your little artwork. then we'll get to the real deal. my building."

Yangyang just stares. "and if i say i don't wanna?"

despite being scared, he is curious to see what would happen if he refuses orders; wants to know what the little black mark can do.

the witch smacks his lips together and sighs. he raise a hand and extends his fingers,

palm facing down, before closing his hand in a fist.

Yangyang yells in pain as the muscles from his left arm cramp and boil, like they're being crushed and burned at the same time. the witch opens his hand and the pain suddenly stops, but Yangyang is still gasping for air at

the sudden feeling.

"don't be dumb."

Yangyang wants to cry again. he has to curl sideways to try to get rid of the horrible feeling the other's magic leaves in him, arm still tingling uncomfortably.

he's not testing the witch again.

"just give me the fuckin' vodka bottle."