#Igris: >:(((((

[tiredmamaissy]

Sung Jin-woo letting one of his shadows join? Only if it’s Igris. 

🔞mdni🔞

jinwoo x reader x igris

Warnings: nsfw, expletives, smut, threesome, would this be considered necrophilia? I sincerely hope not, anyways—oral, pnv, dom jin, just absolute filth, creampie—although questionable, throatpie, multiple forced orgasms, first persons pov, links attached for some visuals, i just wanna shoutout this tiktok

Part 2 — ‘the day I found out that Igris has a knot’

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I can’t lie, whenever I watch Igris in action my heart thuds in my chest, hard. It’s just the way he carries himself that makes him seem…so human. But he’s a beast, and he became Jinwoo’s shadow by a split hair. 

It’s no secret that they’re both equally as powerful. 

Sometimes I let myself fantasize for a while. Let myself think that when he looks at me, he’s feeling the same way. That his heart is slamming into his ribs, just like mine—if he even has one. I can’t help but wonder, what’s under that mask? Or rather, 

Who’s under that mask? 

Jinwoo catapults across my field of vision, slamming into the wall of the training arena. Igris stalks towards him, sword at his side and cape flowing behind him. I watch his every move, his every strut. He glances over to me, staring down at me with a predatory gaze, checking on me. Well, that’s what I allow myself to believe, only for a second. I know where his loyalty lies. 

Regardless, my heart’s about to fly out of my fucking chest. 

Within seconds, Jinwoo regains his strength, getting back up to rejoin this… ‘spar’. His aggression is palpable, I can sense it from all the way over here in these four walls tucked behind this safety glass. Only Igris can bring out this side of him—it’s always a fair fight, after all. 

Well, almost. 

I always look away at this point. It always gets bad for Igris. But for some reason, I can’t today. I watch, eyes fixed to the scene unfolding before me. 

Jinwoo slams Igris into the ground, sending a rumble through the earth beneath me. The chair I’m seated in shakes, and I grip the table in front of me. Igris fades into black smoke under Jinwoo’s fist, and his glowing eyes snap up to meet mine, piercing into me with a threatening glare. 

Fuck. 

My core spasms. Suddenly I’m empty, and yearning for Jinwoo to make it better. He stands and walks through the residual mist that was once Igris, toward me. I swallow hard and reign in the ball of muscle trying to break through my ribcage.

His stare never falters, his eyes are anchored to me. I stand as I urge myself to hold it, to dominate it. But it’s too intimidating—he’s too intimidating. I look down, just for a brief second, showing my submission. And when I look back up…

He’s gone. 

I feel a gust of wind and Jinwoo’s voice growls my name behind me, his hot breath misting against my shoulder. I break out into a shiver, and I stumble back into him. He catches me, steadying me with his iron grip on my waist. 

“Jin—” 

“Igris has taken quite an interest in you.”

He cuts me short with a hint of aggression in his voice. My stomach drops. His fingers wander down my hips, to my thighs—under the hem of my skirt. He presses his lips against the shell of my ear. 

“I’m not quite sure if I like that.” 

“Wh-what do you mean?” I whisper, obviously unnerved. I feel his hard bulge press into me, and my pussy floods with heat. 

“I'm his master.” Jinwoo speaks a little too calmly, subtly tugging my skirt up, little by little. “I know his thoughts, his feelings. He takes a particular liking to your—hah, well, everything.” He yanks my skirt the rest of the way up in one swift, harsh move. “I mean, I do know the feeling.” 

What is he even saying? That Igris…feels something for me? I can barely think, much less focus on the words he’s speaking. Not when he’s thumbing at my soaked panty. 

“I didn’t know he could feel anything. He’s a shadow.” I say, breathless. 

“Yes, he is. But he still has his own…urges. Instincts.” He whispers quietly as he tugs my panties down my hips, letting them drop to my ankles. 

“Desires.” 

“R-Right.” I gasp and hold my breath in anticipation and my body tenses. 

He’s going to bend me over this table and fuck me. 

I swear I feel a gush between my legs, and suddenly my face is flush against the wooden table and his feet are kicking apart mine. My panty stretches between my ankles and he snakes his fingers around my throat. 

“Igris.” He summons his best shadow in a thick, dark voice, and Igris fabricates from a black mist in front of me, as if he didn’t just disappear. “Isn’t that right?” 

I look up from the table, only to be met by a suit of armor and his piercing gaze spearing down through me. Shit. He can see me…like this. With my panties at my ankles, bent over a piece of furniture. 

How embarrassing. 

I feel Jinwoo fiddle single handedly with the buckle of his belt, and then the button on his pants. His other hand maintains its searing grip on my throat and jaw, forcing me to meet Igris’s quiet gaze. I struggle to breathe and my eyes threaten to leak. 

My heart is going to explode. 

“See? He didn’t even respond. He has total control over himself.” His voice lowers into a whisper next to my face and I hear his zipper. “He actually wants to fuck you.” 

What? He—what? My eyes bulge wider, if it’s even possible, and I feel his cock notch at my slick opening.

So what, he’s forcing him to watch us? To teach him some sick lesson? 

Jinwoo must sense my unease, and he loosens his grip on my jaw and my head slumps back down to the table. But I’m still staring into the void of Igris’s eyes. He remains unmoving, eerily still in his stance with his sword sheathed on his back. 

“Caalm.” He draws out the word, letting his fingers just barely skate along the length of my spine.

My back arches and I roll onto the tips of my toes to present my pussy to him. Pathetic. I almost hate how wet and ripe I am for him. He hasn’t even looked me in the eye yet. 

“We’re not doing anything you don’t want.” Jin-woo’s hand trails up to grip my throat once more, and he hunches over me until his lips are next to my ear again. 

“Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” 

Jin-woo breaches me with exigency, in one hard thrust of his hips. I let out a whimper and try to stay on my toes as I frantically adjust to his thick cock inside me. 

“I see the way you look at him.” He growls as he presses a harsh kiss onto my jaw. 

He knows. And he’s teaching me a lesson, too. 

“I…I don’t.” I can’t find my voice to tell my lie, especially when I’m doing it now—staring at Igris while his master is inside me. 

Jin-woo lets out a low, wicked chuckle, and his hand tightens on my throat. Igris moves just a millimeter, as if he were about to let himself react to his master's slender fingers wrapped around my neck. 

But he holds himself firm, head ever so slightly tilted down as he takes in the sight beneath him. The sight of my quivering, glossy eyes peering up at him, and my flushed, swollen lips glistening with a layer of spit. 

“Careful, Igris.” Jinwoo warns his subordinate. “We’re not in the arena anymore. You might hurt her if you retaliate here.” He unleashes me from his grip, allowing me to take an unobstructed breath. 

“He’s not a fan of my hand around your throat.” Jin-woo whispers into my ear, and pulls out of me suddenly, leaving me empty and aching. 

“I won’t hurt her. She’s mine, remember?” Jinwoo speaks nonchalantly, as if he were stating a fact. Reassuring Igris, yet at the same time reminding him that I’m his. I can sense Igris tense—he feels like a ball of kinetic energy, ready to burst. 

Jinwoo’s cock prods at me again, and I ready myself for the impact of his thrust. I know it’s going to be brutal. He slams into me with a ruthless smack, making the table beneath me topple onto two legs. My fingers grip onto its corners as I bite my cheek to stifle the moan threatening to rip from my throat. 

“Mine to fuck.” Jin-woo growls, and there’s a possessive tone to his voice. He wraps my hair around his fist and yanks my head back. Now I’m forced to stare directly at him. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” 

That damn question again. He wants me to say it to his face. To make it clear that he owns me and my pussy.

“Yes.” I just barely whisper and feel him ram into me again. “Fuck!” 

Igris takes a step toward me, his stare trained down on me. He’s so close to me now, and I’m eye level with his armored crotch. Blood rushes to my face and Jinwoo hisses behind me. 

“Soon.” Jinwoo snaps, using the grip he has on my hair to hold me firm as he immediately sets a relentless pace, fucking into me with a vengeance.

“Soon? W-what’s ha-ppening soon?” My voice bounces from his incessant thrusts, and I’m so fucking overwhelmed. 

“Igris wants his turn.” Jinwoo growls. 

His…turn?

My heart lunges out my chest, and I’m pushed closer towards the edge. The image of Igris actually fucking me is almost too much to handle. If he were to fuck me…oh god. I’m going to cum from just the thought. 

“Jinwoo, wait. I—” I moan softly as my legs tremble and my pussy grips his cock. Fuck, I’m going to come already. And Igris is going to watch it happen. “Please, s-slower—or, or, I’m going to—haah—gonna!” 

“Yeah? Already?” He huffs, letting his hips snap into me repeatedly, fucking me like he’s angry with me. “Just from the mere thought of my shadow fucking your needy little pussy?”

“N-No!” I deny the truth through a tiny, pathetic cry, fixating on the sight directly in front of me.

The armor guarding Igris’s most prized possession looks tight. 

“Show her your face.” Jin-woo orders quickly, huffing and puffing as he ruts into me. 

Igris obeys, taking off his helmet and letting it fall to the ground with a clank. I crane my neck to look up at him and I’m met with glowing red eyes.

Hungry, scarred, red eyes, staring down at me like he wants to wreck me.

His hair flows down past his shoulders, a stark white with silver highlights. Christ, he’s more gorgeous than I ever imagined. 

And I'm coming…to his face. 

“Fu-uck.” I whine shakily and watch Igris’s eyes widen and his angular jaw tense. 

“Oh fuck, she’s cumming on my cock, Igris.” Jinwoo grunts and fucks me through every spasm that ripples through me. I writhe and squirm underneath his grip and my eyes fill to the brim with hot tears. “Don’t you wanna feel that?” 

Igris’s gaze snaps to Jinwoo’s, and the answer to that question is written all over his beautiful face. 

“Shadow exchange.” Jinwoo growls under his breath. 

Within moments, Igris fades to black and before me stands the menace himself—the shadow monarch—huge cock in hand with his ominous, glowing eyes shooting freshly sharpened daggers into me. 

Then I feel it. A delicious stretch. My still throbbing cunt desperately tries to adjust to Igris’s fat cock. He’s inside me. He’s really fucking inside me. Fuck, it’s so thick and big that I could cry. I really might fucking cry. 

I let out a wobbly whimper and force myself to keep still, if I move I think I’ll split open. All I can do is peer up into the luminous eyes that look back down at me with contempt, as I beg him to do something. 

“Oh my god. J-Jin. Jinwoo.” I chitter through my teeth and my tears of disbelief finally stain my cheeks. “Jin-woo, he’s really i-inside me.”

“Impressive, mm?” He grunts, breathing heavily. He cups my chin, pads of his fingers sinking into my damp cheeks. He tsks, and a slight smirk tugs at his lips. “I want to be inside you too, darling.” 

Jinwoo drives his thumb and pointer finger into my jaw bone, forcing my mouth open. He gives himself a few sloppy strokes before swiping his swollen tip on my lips as if it were lipstick, coating them in my own cum. 

“Tongue.” He demands through a breathless groan, and my tongue instinctively darts out, tasting myself on him. 

I’m sweet. 

“That’s my good girl.” Jin-woo grins, his thumb rubbing my cheek tenderly like some sort of twisted praise.

His attention turns to his second in command, and he takes in the sight of him mounted to me. His cock twitches against my tongue, and my mouth reflexively closes around his mushroomy head. 

“Hnng—she’s incredible, isn’t she?” Jinwoo sounds so smug, and for the first time, I hear Igris grunt. “Fuck her good, Igris.” 

The force of his first thrust litters my vision with stars, and it pushes me further down onto Jinwoo’s cock all at once. Jinwoo takes an intentional breath to stifle a groan and begins balling my hair into his fist. 

My clit definitely has its own fucking heartbeat. 

Igris begins thrusting in and out of me like a starved man, shoving himself as deep as my tiny body will allow him. His movements are incessant, laced with desperation. Like he’s been waiting—wanting to do this for a long, long time. He’s fucking into me like he’s never fucked a pussy in his life and the thought of that likely being the truth is making this even hotter. 

“Shit, I don’t even need to fuck your throat.” Jinwoo huffs with a smile and stands still, proving his point. “He’s fucking you so hard that your throat is riding my cock.”

Tears stream down my face and my head feels like it’s full of cotton. Am I even breathing? I test it out and hear a gurgling noise that I can only assume came from  me. Jinwoo pulls out of me, holding my head in the air and I hear myself heave a loud breath. 

“Don’t pass out on us, sweetheart.” Jinwoo’s dark voice echoes and I feel him tap my cheek a few times with his cock. “Come on, you can take us both. Right?”

He slowly sinks his cock down my throat again, inch by inch. I gag and my eyes water, because while he’s doing that, Igris is ramming him into the back of my throat repeatedly. 

It’s all too much. 

I shake my head and tap Jin’s thigh, and he yanks out of me and I gasp for air. He strokes himself fast, with his hips thrusted into the air and his core flexed. He groans low and long, watching me. Watching us.

“Make her cum.” He speaks quickly, stroking himself harder. Igris pounds into me at a frightening rate and I feel the coil in my core suddenly snap. I let out a filthy moan, loud and languid, from the back of my fucked out throat. “She’s gonna come, Igris.” 

I am. I fucking am. 

“I’m—I’m cummi—”

Jinwoo stuffs his cock back down my throat with an urgency, hunching over me and fucking my throat like it’s a pussy. His hand snakes down my belly, and his finger barely swipes my pulsing clit. His ghost touch sends me over the edge and I cum so. fucking. hard. My pussy throbs so bad that Igris groans like a dying man and ruts me harder. 

“Oh fuck, baby. Yes.” Jinwoo moans, giving me one brutal thrust before emptying himself down my throat.

He grunts from the bottom of his stomach and he holds me for what feels like an eternity on his pulsating cock before tugging me off of him. I cough and sputter, swallowing between sorry attempts at taking a breath. 

“Granted.” Jinwoo catches his own breath, and I can’t even speak to ask him what he’s allowing Igris to do to me now. He leans down, caressing my face and brushing my sweaty hair away from my pleading eyes. He plants a tender kiss on my ear and as he pulls away he whispers to me.

“Igris wants permission to breed you. That’s okay, right darling?”

Jin-woo takes a step back and I call for him with my hoarse voice. But he only grins and uses his stealth to fade into thin air, seemingly leaving me alone with the knight commander Igris—the blood red. I feel his metal arm wrap over my chest and his hand grip my shoulder to gain purchase. 

“I-Igris.” I nervously and directly acknowledge him for the first time in this entire interaction. “Ple-ase…” 

He growls and pulls me off the table and into his hard exterior. My toes cramp from trying to stay on my feet but he’s way too big and I feel myself lifting off the ground. He wraps his other hand around my waist and supports me with ease, fucking me mid-air. I claw at his armour and my legs kick and cross but I’m trapped in his undying grasp. 

“Holy shit…Igris!” I cry out, frantic. “Hold on!”  

Igris’s rhythm goes sloppy, and he’s trying to force as much of himself inside me as he possibly can. He’s trying to kill me, not breed me. A high pitched squeal splits my quivering lips and I kick a little harder—entirely too overwhelmed and overstimulated. 

“T-Too deep! You’re too deep!” My tears stream down my cheeks yet my pummeled pussy weeps for more. 

“You’re okay, my princess.” Igris’s deep voice hurls me into my third orgasm and I go limp in his grip, completely dissolving into the pleasure of his cock filling every possible part of me.

He cums with a gruff shout, tightening his arms around me as he stays inside me, stuffing me with cum until I’m queasy. 

My vision splits and fades to black and his grip on me fades with it. I hear a hushed sound and feel myself falling. I’m about to slam into the floor. I brace for impact in my fizzled brain yet I don’t feel the hard, cold tile. Rather, a warmth envelopes me, cradling me as I blubber and fail to set any breathing pattern, much less a steady one.

“Shh-shh. Breathe. You did so well, baby.” It’s Jinwoo’s voice, cooing at me, and he holds me close to his warm chest. “You were such a good girl for us.” 

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FINISHED SOLO LEVELING A BIT AGO!!! So have some of the little shadow creechurs bc I love them

[freaktoru]

summary: sung jinwoo x reader - boyfriend headcannons. sfw and nsfw included. warnings: fluff, smut, idk this is silly authors note: ty for reading, hope u enjoy. likes and reblogs always appreciated <3 ── .✦ mood board here

sung jinwoo is super introverted and literally so oblivious to anyone liking him so it'll take a while before the two of you get together

but when you do it'll be sooooo good. so so good.

jinwoo is terrible at communicating his feelings, and he will struggle to show you that he loves you at first

so you will be the one saying "i love you" first

his love languages would be acts of service, physical touch and quality time because this man seriously needs a hug but also loves doing things for you

he likes his space and alone time, but he would love to be in the same room together while the two of you do your own thing.

he'd be surprisingly really good at cooking because he's super detail-oriented and attentive

that also applies to your feelings, if you're feeling a certain way, he'll catch on instantly

but he won't really know what to do, he's pretty cold sometimes so he's not great at comforting people.

terrible texter. he texts like my dad. "ok", "👍" he's just super dry and doesn't feel the need to say more than he has to over text.

very blunt and honest, if you need advice he'll never sugarcoat. he'll tell you how things are straight up, even it it's the last thing you want to hear. he's a very no bullshit kind of guy.

arguments with jinwoo would actually be the worst. he hates being wrong and will argue until you give in and agree that he's right. he'll also fuck you while arguing to really drive the point home.

possessive. so possessive. will never let anything bad happen to you, and likes knowing that you are only his.

on that note, he also gets really jealous. but he won't make it obvious in public. however you will pay for making him feel that way later when you get home.

i imagine he looooves having his hair played with.

and just loves feeling taken care of in general. he's always taking care of everyone else that the feeling of having someone take care of him is so new but so intoxicating to him.

hates pda. he thinks that shit has a time and place (and i mean he ain't wrong) the most he will do is wrap an arm around your waist in a crowded area

but in the car? hand GLUED to your thigh. at home? always touching you or coming by to give you a kiss.

speaking of cars, he'd be a really good driver. but why have a car when you have kaisel.

BUT when jinwoo is being a normal member of society (aka not getting around on a literal shadow wyvern) hear me out, he would totally ride a motorcycle.

omg can you imagine riding on the back of it with him, the wind blowing against you while you tightly wrap your arms around his waist to hold on. fuck.

really hates valentine's day (he thinks it's stupid and a waste of time)

but that doesn't mean he still won't go all out for you and buy you flowers, chocolate, a huge teddy bear and fucking pink and red heart shaped balloons (he's so extra)

also hates his birthday, to him it's just any other day. that's when you have to come together with beru and igris and plan something out to make this man feel special.

fav season would definitely be fall or winter. he seems like someone who would despise the heat.

really annoying when he's sick. he'll pretend like he's fine and then he will act like he's dying. (he secretly just wants someone other than beru to take care of him)

forehead kisses. he loves to kiss you on your forehead, it's one of his favourite ways to show intimacy.

also gives really good hugs. he just has a really comforting aura (at least to you. others would likely disagree.)

really likes seeing you wear his clothes, particularly his hoodies. or when you sleep in his t-shirts. drives him absolutely mad.

has really good hygiene. i imagine he always smells really good.

with that, he's also a clean freak, and really hates making a mess and will get mad at you if you leave your clothes on the floor.

not a huge fan of pet names but will mostly stick to calling you "baby", "my love" when he's fucking you in missionary late at night, or "kitten" when he's feeling playful.

he's a cat person. i don't make the rules.

huge fan of the rain. he loves rainy days because they're an excuse to relax and lay in bed all day with you. and fuck.

hear me out, he would definitely be a reader. i can picture him enjoying a nice rainy afternoon with a good book. (anything to not socialize with other humans)

NOT a morning person. he likes to sleep in if he has nothing to do that day.

on that note he's a very light sleeper and has trouble falling asleep. so when he does u better not wake him tf up.

super competitive. if you're playing any games or making any bets with this man, best of luck to you. he will do anything to win.

lowkey a gamer. he's got a nice, expensive setup and he likes playing video games. especially when you're sitting on his lap while he plays.

hates being in pictures. good luck getting this man to smile in a photo.

stares at you a lot? (kinda creepy ngl) but he just really likes looking at you

now lets discuss the sex:

realistically he wouldn't be very experienced because this guy spent all his time in gates instead of talking to women.

but ofc its sung jinwoo so he'll be instantly good at anything he does

very respectful towards you overall

i imagine he's actually pretty vanilla, at least at first because he hasn't had many opportunities to explore kinks

unless he's mad. then ur getting it babe. and ur getting it good.

he will push your head into the sheets and take his anger out on you, pounding into you mercilessly while whispering dirty, degrading things into your ear.

"act like a bitch, get fucked like one" attitude when he's mad.

he's not very vocal himself but looooves to hear you make noise

lowkey size kink cuz hes tall af (6'3 i think?)

despite being kind of vanilla and abit of a clean freak this man gets filthy with you when then two of you fuck.

really likes cum play. and oral sex. he will spend hours eating you out like there's no tomorrow. he also loves getting head.

like i said he's not very vocal but if you give this man a blow job. whew. he will make the hottest sounds you'd ever hear coming out of a mans mouth. can you imagine him breathing heavily, his voice all raspy saying "fuck baby keep going, just like that" while he grabs your hair, choking you on his cock. bye.

and licking. holy shit. once he starts he wont stop. he will lick you from ass to clit. no questions asked.

really likes edging you— "what was that baby? i couldn't hear you" he'd mumble against the sensitive skin surrounding your clit after eating you out for a whole hour, pushing you so close to the edge but denying you your sweet release. by this point you're panting, tears are prickling the corners of your eyes and you've become completely incoherent. "p-please jinwoo. p-please ah, i need to c-cum" you'd utter, taking all of your energy to form that one simple sentence while tugging on his messy hair. "mmm kitten i know. but i'm not done. you just taste soo good" he'd mutter drunkenly in response and continue licking and sucking you until you've quite literally lost your damn mind.

hes so pussy drunk omfg

dacryphilia. really likes seeing you cry from his edging or overstim during sex

"you're mine. only mine". constantly whispering this in your ear while you fuck. (like i said, the man is possessive)

has the prettiest cock (just like him). not wide but he makes up for that shit in LENGTH. def above average length. good luck fitting that shit all the way in (if u say u can't he'll make u)

one word: fingering. yeah. those long, slender fingers will be exploring every inch of your clit and pussy. and you'll be loving every second of it.

loves to cum together. he's a big fan of creampies.

big handcuff enthusiast. likes to see you struggle.

his favourite position would be missionary. like i said, he loves looking at you and hearing the noises you make. missionary is ideal for him.

very big fan of shower sex. something about getting home after a long day and having a good fuck in the shower is so appealing to him.

"good girl" yeah mhm. he'd say this. a lot.

praises. these will be rare with jinwoo and you'll really have to earn it but he will praise you so good when you do.

ass > boobs. like i said, i don't make the rules babe.

© @blessedmisery 2025.

[dragon-subway]

i can be trusted to feel normal things around Igris the blood red i promise

[insight-chronicles]

People...I think I broke my Pinterest algorithm 😂 my whole feed is now jinwoo and igris being cute together 😍

I mean I'm not complaining but it does mean that you get to come along for the ride as well 😂

[art-by-ady]

Blood-Red Commander Sylus 🗡️ (Sylus x Igris)

[mydearestbeloved]

Chapter 27 [Draft]

Sung Jinwoo/Trial Player!Reader

Content Warnings: This chapter contains Implied Yandere and slight gore—this is a work of fiction, I do not condone or glorify toxic relationships and violence in real life; experimental writings—a.k.a. me trying out a different style of being more descriptive and new p.o.v.s shifts.

See < End Note > for Bonus Contents, since I feel unhinged after writing this chapter. Might delete those bonus later? Depends.

[Masterlist🦋✨️]

Beru landed beside Igris with a faint thud, his wings folding neatly behind him. His antennae twitched; his gaze fixed on the peculiar scene unfolding ahead of them.

“Even my brethren do not deign to partake,” Beru intoned, his clawed hand sweeping toward the shadow ants. “Most unusual, for they oft descend upon such spoils without delay.”

Igris followed the direction of Beru’s gesture and noted the truth of it. The shadow ants, notorious for their ravenous appetites, remained in tight clusters, seemingly hesitant to approach the carnage. Other shadows, like the bears, also hovered at the periphery. Except for Tank, who was otherwise preoccupied with a particular albino young lady. He was making himself comfortable under a canopy, as to not disturb Blanche’s dozing off on his back, drowning herself in the thickness of his coat.

How exceedingly ironic, Beru mused, his multifaceted gaze fixed upon a ravenette as she wrenched a limb asunder with ease, offering half to her pale-haired kin—who, it seemed, struggled to sever her own share from the particularly stubborn carcass. They both then proceed to take a bite simultaneously with an audible crunch.

Is this, perchance, the sentiment humans harbor when they behold us feasting upon their brethren?

Beru’s mandibles clicked.

A most curious sensation, indeed.

“Who would have foreseen that the composed one harbored such… ferocity?”

Igris couldn’t help but agree, though he refrained from speaking it aloud, as they continued to watch Red skinned off and, subsequently, mutilated another carcass.

"Mhm,"

"KIEEEK—!"

By My Liege's—!

{“By My Liege’s will!”

—is what the full oath would’ve been, had Igris spoken aloud.}

"She's scary." Trick hugged herself, visibly shuddering.

“…When did you get here?" Igris hoped what was perceived on the butterfly’s end of the communication line wasn’t as clipped as he had realized his own voice would’ve sounded. Though outwardly composed, it was quite a bit shameful for a knight such as he to admit the slight tightening of his reflexes—the instinctive reach for his sword.

He had almost drawn his weapon at Lady (Name)'s beloved summon.

Though, to be fair, Trick did just… appeared out of thin air.

At the very least, Beru had fared no better. The ant had all but leapt away, wings flared, claws at the ready.

That fact alone granted Igris a measure of solace.

The mentioned silver-haired humanoid tilted her head innocently, “I’ve been here the whole time, though?"

Ah, yes, an illusionist.

Igris recalled Lady (Name)'s words—masters of deception, skilled in the art of trickery. He had merely not expected their craft to be potent enough to slip past his senses. Nor Beru’s.

Granted, the shadows soldiers had never before been the victims of the butterflies’ targeted hallucinations.

…Fortunate that we stand as allies.

No matter how battle-hungry one could be, Igris could not deny the headache these beings would pose as adversaries. And their mistress—even without My Liege’s evident fondness—would have proven a challenge herself alone.

“Speaking of...” Trick’s voice drew his attention as she turned her head and called over her shoulder. “Bestie!”

A blonde figure perked up from her crouched position a short distance away. Sol held a stick in one hand, its tip drawing crude lines in the damp earth. Around her, a small gathering of shadows and butterflies watched intently.

Igris squinted, realizing what Sol had been sketching. Iron, in particular, seemed pleased as he admired the drawing of himself. It wasn’t particularly skillful given the medium, but the exaggerated proportions made him appear larger and stand out more than the other shadow knights drawn into the mud.

"Lady of woe,” A single rose materialized on Trick’s outstretched hand, she brought it closer to plant a kiss. “Bids her halls,” The flower was then thrown, where it burst into a rain of red petals above. “A rosy banquet.” She bowed in curtsy, the extended fabric from behind her blown in the air from the exaggerated movement, momentarily showing the pattern of fluttering silver.

As she rose from the position, she gave a wink, “How's that for your next painting?”

Sol rolled her eyes in jest, giving a mock salute, but her smile bright. Trick bring a hand to her chest and made an expression as if she was hurt, but the subtle lift of her lips, if one would look just a little bit closer, would’ve told another story.

"Anyway," Trick turned back to Igris and Beru—who now had petals stuck all over their armor and exoskeleton respectively—yellow irises alight with something almost dreamy. “Isn’t my sister just the prettiest?!”

It was a well-known fact that the butterflies were far more...vibrant than the shadows—literally and figuratively. Yet even with that knowledge, Igris still found himself unprepared for the sheer whiplash of Trick’s one-eighty.

The stars in her eyes, clasping her hands together, and the swooning sigh were a stark contrast to mere moments ago, when he could practically hear the chills that ran down her spine.

“Did you not just claim she was frightening?” Beru asked, incredulous, every little movement he made causing petals to fly off.

“That’s exactly what makes her more beautiful!” Trick retorted, as if he just offended her.

Igris sighed internally.

Then again, ‘internally’ was the only thing he could achieve in regards to his current level-locked speech—

{Do we really need to remind him?

<<Yes>>}

Back to the situation at hand—

At that point, Igris had already begun tuning them out, letting their bickering fade as background white-noises as he plucked the petals off his armor, letting the reds fell down to the muddy purple-ish ground. His gaze had returned to the ballerina on stage.

The more he observed her, the more she reminded him of a particular kind of women he had only ever exchanged curt words with in his time as a human knight.

Sharp intellects, veiled beneath layers of practiced poise and intricately folded fans. Women who, in an era that condemned outbursts and demanded submission, wielded their wits often more so any man.

The way Red’s delicate fingers plucked a shard of flesh from the centaur-like corpse was not unlike the refined precision of slicing through a Mont Blanc at an olden tea party—silver knife and fork in hand, but otherwise the picture of grace.

And Igris could not help the thought that emerged then—those very same women could be as vicious as a knife to the back upon society’s stage. Ripping one another to shreds with honeyed words and carefully calculated maneuvers that would ruin rather than kill.

Whether one was complacent or bold, none were spared in the brutal games of favor, wealth, and power.

Igris knew that better than anyone.

“F-Father—"

Thump.

“…”

His gaze lingered, distant at times.

"She reminds me of the noblewomen of old..."

As he recalled how Red often followed Lady (Name) without fail—always at her beck and call.

With a contemplative hum, Igris continued his musing.

"Court ladies?"

Trick made a grand gesture with both hands of Igris for Beru to see—

Ding. Ding. Ding!

. . .

…Where did that sound even came from—

"See? He gets it!"

Ignoring one annoyed shadow ant, she turned toward Igris beaming, her voice brimming with pride. “You’re not far off the mark, Sir Knight! My sister was a duchess!”

… ‘was’?

“You should’ve seen her, Sir Knight!” Trick continued, practically vibrating with excitement. “She was such a riot! Even now—”

"Child. Fetch."

In an instant, Trick straightened, catching a tiny chunk of flesh casually thrown her way directly with her mouth. She bit into it immediately, her silver hair swaying lightly as her expression contorted into a disgruntled one a few chews in.

Igris could only stare, his judgment hidden behind his armored helm. Beside him, Beru clicked his mandibles in what Igris assumed was shared disbelief.

How... peculiar, this court of butterflies is.

——oOo——

Red approached the trio, uniform somehow remained as immaculate as ever. The white clean, the black and red mayhap hid any mess that might’ve been. Gracefully unhurried—as if she hadn't partaken in anything as taxing as a butchery in a rainy, muddy jungle.

"Well?" One brow was arched in pointed inquiry as her gaze settled on Trick.

"…Bitter." Trick swallowed with apparent difficulty before sticking her tongue out, as though the act would’ve contributed on getting rid of the horrid taste on her tastebud.

Red’s lips pressed into a thin line, and for a moment, Igris thought he heard her mutter under her breath, “At least she didn’t throw up.” Then, with a quiet sigh, she continued, “Didn’t you beg Mother to invest points into some < Devourer >’s skills for you?”

A picnic basket materialized in Red’s hand. She handed it to Trick.

"A < Devourer > can't afford to be picky." Red added, watching as Trick hesitantly took the basket.

When Trick lifted the lid, the scent of iron hit both Igris and Beru. The neatly packed cubes of raw meat inside were unmistakably from the magic beasts they had slain. Each piece was cut with surgical precision, their edges clean and uniform.

Trick wrinkled her nose, initially recoiling at the sight. But, as if she had a sudden light-bulb moment, her expression shifted. She turned around, scanning the area with renewed determination until her eyes landed on the sleeping duo under canopy.

“B—”

“Are you expecting her to cook for you right now?” Red interjected; her tone flat. “No.”

"Then–"

“Freeze it for later?” Red crossed her arms. “Sure, she could. Except the fact that it'll just be ordinary meat by then. The sooner you eat it, the more points you’ll gain. That’s the whole point of this exercise, isn’t it?”

"B-But—"

"Eat."

Trick’s shoulders slumped in defeat, and she complied, reluctantly picking up one of the cubes and placing it in her mouth. Her expression was dejected as she chewed, each bite taken with the exaggerated misery of someone enduring a punishment.

Chew.

“…”

Swallow.

“…hic.”

Red let out another sigh watching Trick’s display.

“…Have the garments been handed out?”

When Trick nodded pitifully in affirmative, Red plucked a cube of meat from the basket herself. The smell of burning wafted as the raw meat darkened and sizzled between her fingertips. Then, she brought it to the younger’s lips, and Trick took it gratefully.

"Better?"

Trick nodded vigorously as she chewed, her mood visibly improving. Red patted her head gently.

"Beru."

The shadow ant stiffened, mandibles clicking in surprise. He had not expected to be called. And yet, as her crimson gaze settled upon him, he swore—for reasons beyond his comprehension—that her eyes softened.

"Here."

Red snapped her fingers, and near Beru’s feet materialized several large stacks of... tupperware???

“We noticed the soldiers weren’t eating, so we took the liberty of saving some up for you all,” Red explained, gesturing toward the containers as she fed another carefully prepared morsel to Trick. “It’s only fair, considering most of the kills were yours.”

“We do not require—”

“I am well aware that shadows don’t require such sustenance,” Red cut in smoothly. “That eating is more habit than necessity. But we wanted to express our gratitude for the meal. It was also—technically—the first time some of us handled prep work. So please, it would make us very happy if you would accept our thanks.”

Beru hesitated before peering inside one of the containers. His antennae twitched as the scent of fresh meat drifted upward. True to her words, each was filled to the brim with neatly portioned flesh—cut into cubes, spheres, hearts, stars… even bunny-shaped pieces.

Igris, though remained silent, could not help but marvel too. When had the butterflies managed to harvest, prepare, and store all this without anyone noticing? A feat that bordered on the miraculous—or the terrifying, depending on one’s perspective.

Beru glanced from the containers to Red, then to Trick—who, upon feeling his stare, conspicuously turned away, still chewing.

After a pause, he straightened. “…On behalf of the shadows, I thank you, Madame.”

Red tilted her head but did not seem displeased. A faint smile ghosted her lips.

“Please send our regards to the others.”

She nodded once in acknowledgment.

Beru then turned his gaze toward Trick. “And you as well. Thank you.”

“…Hmph.”

Red shoved feed another cooked piece into Trick’s mouth with the same gentle care—ensuring that Trick didn’t start sulking again.

And so, Igris continued to observe. The way Red treated Trick and Beru—like children under her care.

It is… oddly endearing.

——oOo——

As the last vestiges of flesh disappeared into eager mouths, loose fabrics flowed like waterfalls. When the dark warriors merged back with their master of shadows, white tunics danced like packs of swans with the reemergence of kaleidoscope flights from behind. Thus, your newborns, ready to be greeted in your gardens—their home, joined their origins in kind and disappeared from the skies in dust of gold. Left in their wake, stark and gleaming, alabaster-white under the relentless rain—terrain of eerie beauty stripped bare of chaos.

"So..." Jinwoo cleared his throat, brushing rain-slicked hair from his forehead as the bags of essence stones disappeared into his inventory. "Is this something I should expect after every raid?”

He meant to say it in jest, an attempt to break the ice fell short when the beat of silence stretched, before you turned to him, your expression soft but distant, as though part of you was somewhere else.

“Sorry,” A fleeting gold, like light rippling through water. “Could you repeat that?”

Jinwoo’s gaze flickered briefly to the battlefield before back to meeting yours.

"...That," He jabbed his thumb toward the clearing behind—or rather, to what had taken place there just moments ago—with a faint smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Do I need to get used to that?”

“You don’t have to,” You replied softly, gaze drifting to the desolate expanse. But then, in a blink, as if only just now waking from a dream, your brows knitted, a look more concerned for him than the situation. Meeting gazes again, a thread of worry weaved your voice. “Does it bother you? I can—”

“Wait, slow down.” Jinwoo interjected quickly, raising a hand before you could go down the rabbit hole of drastic measures—only you could come up with—if you thought he was truly disturbed. Measures you would follow to a T, no matter the inconvenience. He knew you well enough by now to guess, and the last thing he wanted was for you to overthink this.  “It’s just… new. Need a little time to adjust, sure—”

He'd long been desensitized to the horrors of this world. Keeping up with you had kept him on his toes more often of course, but who wouldn’t be at least a little shocked when those pretty little things displayed a primal side so openly that might’ve rivaled his shadows?

Systematic, elegant, and utterly ruthless.

Struggling to reconcile it with the image one had grown accustomed to—

You studied him for a moment, a quiet hum leaving your lips. “If it makes you uncomfortable, they don’t have to do it. They don’t need blood or flesh to function as usual, but… it’s more beneficial now.”

“How so?”

—and curiosity just won over in the end.

Your tone shifted to something more matter-of-fact. “For the younger ones, besides the extra exp to level them up, the bonus energy gained can make them more effective, stay active longer. As supports, you know the drill, but in terms of gathering information? They can further interact with people directly without being as quickly exhausted independent of me.”

Huh.

That’s useful.

Very useful.

As unsettling as the image of butterflies devouring raw flesh was, and the sight of human body made from the inside, the utility might be worth the goosebumps.

Other inappropriate uses aside—as far as his own shadows went, they were invaluable for protection and surveillance. But they weren’t equipped for subtle interactions. They couldn’t question people or coax out information—not in the way your butterflies apparently capable of at least.

As much as Beru’s value went, Jinwoo doubted anyone would open up willingly to a towering, insectoid figure interrogating them unless stated otherwise, or to any shadow soldiers for that matter, whether they could speak or not. Informed targets might not be ideal at times.

Fear was still a viable option, but he would rather not have his kids terrorize innocents.

Your butterflies, on the other hand, would definitely be more practical in extracting information if they could disguise themselves and blend seamlessly into society.

As for acting with autonomy—Jinwoo thought back to that time in the snow-land red gate and let a smirk tugged at his lips.

They’re persuasive alright.

They seemed freer also in the sense that they weren’t bound to other objects to move, with few exceptions but definitely still less than shadows were to his soldiers.

Imagine the possibilities.

Jinwoo was almost jealous.

All in all, his shadows were the perfect battle weapons, warriors, and guards. Yours? The perfect supports, spies, even informants.

How much more of a perfect complement could this be?

Speaking of...

Jinwoo’s gaze drift to you. His lips pressed into a thin line.

Should he ask you?

Should he attach a soldier to you?

Ah, so you don’t trust her after all.

The voice was insidious and sharp—like his daggers.

The pang in his chest was immediate and heavy—guilt?

I do, the heart argued, vehement.

It’s for her—

For her or for you?

Mocking.

Does she really need you to keep her safe?

Taunting.

You barely know who she is.

Then I’ll keep learning, to get to know her, properly.

Is that not just another excuse to keep her close then?

Ah.

All this time, still just scratching the surface—

He went through this before.

I want to know her (everything).

Silence.

"That's... convenient."

Really?

Jinwoo winced internally.                                 

Was that all he can say? Couldn’t he come up with a proper compliment? Even saying something along the lines of the lame-old “cool” would be better at this point!

Why was he such a mess in front of the one person he wanted to—

“Thank you.”

Oh.

Damnit.

Damn you, for how tender you looked at that moment, standing just within his reach.

Damn you, for those knowing and fond eyes, staring back at him.

Damn you, for how soft your lips looked in that smile, directed at him.

Fingers twitched on his sides.

Damn him, for craving you to look at him (always).

“Take the < Illusionists > for example.”

You lifted your hand to his view, fingers curled, holding something out of sight, “Not only do they gain more knowledge to reach perfect mimicry…”

A single cherry blossom unfurled in your palm.

“…the duration of their skills also lasts much longer.”

Before Jinwoo could process, you exhaled softly.

He was then bombarded with multiple blossoms, straight to his face.

“Pfft.” You stifled a laugh behind your hand at his widened eyes and slightly parted lips. What made the sight sillier in your eyes was the silver butterfly perched on his cheek, chiming—

“Good day, Sir. Goodbye, Sir. Have a pleasant day!”

—before going poof!

Jinwoo didn’t move.

On instinct, his mana flared—to sense, to analyze—but there was nothing. He couldn’t detect the signature presence illusions carried, the usual flicker of magic that would have clued him in under normal circumstances.

No.

For a second there, he absolutely couldn’t sense you, even though his gaze never left yours.

And that—that was definitely not < Stealth >.

“The < Devourers > and < Conversion-ists> are more straightforward.”

You continued, as if you hadn’t just—

“To sum it up, the < Devourers > gain more physical bonuses—strength, durability, and such. While the < Conversion-ists > receive more ‘recipes,’ essentially.”

Jinwoo swallowed. His hand twitched.

“Jinwoo?”

You reached out, fingers hovering near his cheek but hesitated at the very last second, merely a hair’s breadth away before your fingertips could graze his damp skin, when you saw how empty his gaze had become behind dripping raven bangs.

“I can’t…”

His grip caught your wrist before you could retreat.

You neither flinched nor pulled away.

“You just—!”

Vanished.

Like a g̴l̷i̶t̴c̸h̴.̵

Jinwoo’s jaw tightened.

His eyes—

They reminded you of the last few chapters of the manhwa. Building up his decision to bear the fate of the whole world on his shoulders, alone. The way Normal Selner had looked at him, realizing he had already succeeded. How the illustration depicted his irises as pitch black, swallowing all light with naught a trace.

Oh, please don’t make that face.

"Jinwoo…" You gently brought his hand—the one gripping yours so tightly you felt the joints shifting under—and his other hand to your cheeks.

"See?" You closed your eyes, pressing your face against his touch.

Yeah.

Jinwoo exhaled, slow, unsteady.

Then—he leaned in.

Your presence—you—against his palms.

Right here. You’re right here.

Until his forehead could touch yours.

And so, so warm.

——oOo——

{In illustrations, we could take creative liberties to depict our reality.}

{Whether it’s creating multiple aspects out of proportions openly or changing just a single, subtle enough detail, one reason is to clue us in on the meaning behind it.}

{So, I’m curious…}

{If I described the moment Jinwoo leaned in, the moment light returned to his eyes at your touch, your warmth—

The black in his eyes rippled.

Like ink washing away, the pitch dark gave way to stormy grey. Then lighter. Until—

Against the glowing hue of blue, at the very center of it all—

(you)

If you simply knew, if you simply saw how that light reflected, unmistakable in its shape.

A heart…}

{How would you react, ‘Trial Player’? ~}

——oOo——

“What were you thinking about earlier?”

“Hm?” You blinked at him.”

“When I first asked about the < Feast >,” Jinwoo clarified. “You seemed… distracted.”

“Oh, it’s nothing,” You paused, gaze dropping. “Just…”

“Just?” He pressed gently.

“I can feel it,” Your voice was barely a whisper as your hand rose to your chest, resting over your heart.

“How happy they are.”

“‘They’?” Jinwoo asked, though he already suspected the answer.

"My children,” Your gaze met his then, and something in your expression shifted. The edges of your eyes softened, your expression so tender, so genuine, it took his breath away again. “Eating makes them happy."

“I’m happy for them,” you added simply, smiling so radiantly—

—so disarmingly, it almost made him forget the reality of your words.

Jinwoo found himself staring, wondering how someone could look so utterly beautiful in such unsettling context. Spoken of something so—objectively—disturbing with the way of tone so warmth, so truthful, so serene, that made it feel natural, made it feel... right.

And yet, he couldn’t look away.

And yet, he didn’t feel repulsed.

And yet… he was the one who felt strangely electrified—

No.

—Jinwoo was thrilled.

The hum of the gate beckoned, a low, resonant vibration that pulled you both back to the present.

It was time to leave.

End Note:

Unedited Draft of [28/02/2025]

Double update? Double update. 😉

Thank you @eternadreeblissa for providing this chapter's surprise illustration! The version I put here is cropped a bit to bring out more focus on the eyes. I'll provide the full-version + the alternate versions ('cause all of them are too good to pass up) in this chapter's reblog here! 🙏🥹❤️

How do we feel about breaking-the-4th-wall segments, Everyone? Yea or Nay? 🤔

Beru, I love you, but your pattern of speech is killing me. 😭

Igris, you're a good boy. I'm sorry I'm making you that-one-tired-roommate-of-Beru's-before-Bellion-arrived. I'm also sorry if me bringing up your past—which I also took some creative liberties on in writing—dug up any past trauma for you. 🙏🥹

Trick is dramatic, theatrical, and fangirl all-in- one. Low-key female & human-but-also-not-so version of Beru? Hmm, maybe. Hopefully, I can make her distinct enough from Beru so their kinda love-hate dynamic that I'm aiming for won't be boring. 🫡

Guess which < Children of 'Trial Player' > took after (Name)'s motherly nature the most? That's right, Red. I guess not much surprise there? She's that-one-older-sister-who-mothered but is still her mother's daughter. 🥹❤️

On crack, JinwooxReader in this chapter is basically these:

{ —1—

Jinwoo: *Making up his mind about something-something deep related to (Name)*

(Name): *Making Jinwoo question absolutely everthing about his decision just a few seconds later*

(And this won't be the last time this happen.) }

{ —2—

(Name): *Starting to openly show her dark side, still just the tip of the iceberg*

Jinwoo: "I feel scared, but that's hot."

These two are going to get more and more fucked up the further we go down this AU. Jinwoo is still in the process of falling, while (Name) is already further ahead than him in that void, she just hid it very well. Funny thing about this is part of their dynamics in the future that I'm aiming for (for now, future subject to change) being like this:

Wife!(Name): "This Jinwoo is my eldritch yandere husband and I LOVE him. I won't change him for any version of him and I'm the only who can handle this him in the multiverse." (and she can, this is not a drill, the Rulers and the World Tree bear witness, she's saying this matter-of-fact and with well-hidden yandere-ish.)

Husband!(Jinwoo): "(Name) is my wife, my only one in the multiverse, and I will tear everything apart if she's taken as much as a step away from me. Don't even try. Can she still scare me? Yes. But she's the only one who can while also makes me horny 'cause it's her, my goddess, and I'm her first and only."

TP AU!Suho: "I love them, won't exchange them for any multiverse version of 'my' parents. But mine are definitely too fucked up."

(Wait until it's your turn, boy. You might be the same or worse than them)

TP AU!Suho: "...Heh?"

(Somewhere in the abyss of my very very ancient drafts, forgotten until I feel like digging them up:

Guide!Reader: *Safe and sound until—* "Achoo!")

TP AU!Suho's younger sister (placeholder name for now): "Hmm? I love my family🦋💀."

TP AU!Cha Hae-in: "Yup, this is my reality alright. As long as my bestie is here, everything will be fine. Kudos to my other versions that married their versions of my second dearest friend Jin and have their versions of my dear nephew as their child tho. Still won't change mine for anything, my number one ship have sailed and I'm not going anywhere as long as they're here."

The ¿System?: *Chilling with the butterflies🦋 and shadows💀 somewhere* 😎🍹 }

That's all, folks!

Feedbacks are very much appreciated. Thank you for reading. 🙏💕

[ydotome]

Hey! Enough already! Show some restraint. I hope this doesn't become a problem. - Ore dake Level Up na Ken S2: Arise from the Shadow - Episode 2

[circeyoru]

Wild Card in the Shadow Army = Requested

[Shadow Generals x Court Jester Shadow!Reader - Platonic]

The Request

You were the wild card of the bunch. You weren’t the strongest, you weren’t the quickest, you weren’t the smartest. However, one would agree that you’re among the best within the Shadow Army. You’re not placed in the rank of generals, but you’re near. You were the [Court Jester] in terms of olden royalty. Like the others, you stood by Ashborn’s side with loyalty, never shy to voice your thoughts be it praise or criticism. You were a special existent because before they have found Earth, no one knew what sort of Shadow you were.

You weren’t like a soldier, just taking orders and commands. You would question if they were best, not that they were wrong. It would always urge Bellion and Igris to think further as they were more keen on taking orders. Your words would always help the more intelligent Shadows improve in ways you couldn’t. You were the secret weapon that made the Shadow Army more fearsome, more unpredictable. Because you yourself were a jack-of-all-trades—some called you a mere jokster, others called you a wise advisor, then more called you a tactician. You had so many titles that you lost track of them. Though all that mattered was Ashborn’s approval and acknowledgement.

As you waited with the other Shadows in the Realm of Eternal Rest, Igris was suddenly picked out from the group and all were eager to be called upon by their returning Lord. Bellion noticed how you’d look at the artificial sky in deep thought, “What’s on your mind, Court Jester?”

“...” Your solemn look faded away to a smiling expression as you danced in your steps, throwing shadow-made cards as if you were performing for the right-hand Shadow. Then you paused and bowed dramatically with your right hand over your chest and your left behind your back, “I believe, we might have another Lord to answer to.”

With that answer, you were suddenly gone in a puff of smoke, all that was left was a signature card dug into the ground. Bellion picked it up and it showed events of the world outside their realm. He watched as Igris did battle with a man, a man so insignificantly weak that he was hardly a challenge to Igris who was obviously holding back. Yet by some miracle, he won. 

Just like Igris, you were summoned to fight the same man, though as a bonus trial he accepted. Under the smiling mask you wore, your mouth opened yet no sound came out. You wondered if your abilities were limited. No matter. You summoned your deck of cards, the stage was yours, and now you played the villain, a character the hero must defeat. 

You were the Court Jester of the Shadow Army, it’s your duty to entertain. 

You were the Trickster of the Shadow Army, it’s your duty to fool. 

You were the Judge of the Shadow Army, it’s your duty to pass judgment on the supposed new Monarch of Shadows.

▶ Igris [Rank: Marshal]

The knight had seen your actions as redundant at the start. Your theatrics, your jokes, your riddles, and your over-the-top movements. All that was required of a soldier was to take orders and fulfil them to perfection, all for their master and his goals. While your praises were naturally to be expected to be sung to their Monarch, your criticisms always threatened Igris to pull out his blade and cut off your head.

Though when Ashborn would weigh your words, Igris paused and waited. He thought it was a one-time occurrence, but when it happened more and more, he weighed your words. You were right to point it out, while it was a solid plan, your little attention to detail could make it fool-proof. From then on, he always listened to your words. That side of yours was more commonly seen with Ashborn and the two generals that was him and Bellion, it seemed you had grasped the intelligence of the army. While all were battle-worthy in strength and power, tactics were not everyone’s forte.

Then again you were more vocal than anyone as well.

So when you were defeated by Jinwoo and your voice was limited due to a lower rank after being called to his service, you couldn’t say anything to the new successor. For him, he saw no issue since his skills shone when he was in fights and battles. He thought you’d be mildly useless as your strength lay more in advise-giving and the like. Oh was he dead wrong.

You’d still act out what you wanted to say. Clapping in agreement and as praise for Jinwoo’s work, and a curious head tilt to urge Jinwoo to think again. Your cunning nature was all well hidden by your dramatic flair that Igris only saw you as the mere Court Jester. That was also what you projected yourself to be, but Ashborn and Jinwoo saw through it and both took your carefree jabs to the heart to improve.

Igris, in a way, respected you and your duty towards the betterment of the army. But just… Couldn’t you have done all that without all that dramatic effect?? It wasn’t like you couldn’t but it’s that you chose not to. He had seen you on battlefields and you were just as impressive as some of the top soldiers. Your cards were like darts or daggers, your ribbons were like Bellion’s whip-sword, and your magical abilities could shame some of the army’s best mages.

He has seen how deadly you were when you were focused on an enemy, no jokes, no flair, no fooling around. Okay, maybe some since it was a tactic to combat the enemy, but still… As he saw it, you might have gained the same rank as him if you had been more focused on yourself and not others. He once asked you that after Jinwoo had started to build his army. Igris was the top soldier while you were second. Your answer was…

“I am content where I am, Igris. My use in the Shadow Army is not as a Marshal as you will soon raise back to ranks. Perhaps, this time, I’ll be a General since our new Monarch’s army ranking has changed.”

▶ Tusk [Rank: General]

You were, of course, there when the battle with the high-orcs happened. In fact, you were a big hindrance when it came to the fight. You created illusions that allowed Jinwoo’s army the perfect ambush to even the odds and you even acted like a puppeteer to the weaker orcs and had them attack each other. While your abilities were limited, you could still control at least the limbs. If you were in your full strength, well, that’s another matter.

A pity you weren’t a human because then you’d be affected by the various curses he thrown at you. Your standing within the army was much like a support and a strong one at that, but before he could get to you, he had to pass Jinwoo and his physically stronger Shadows. That in it of itself was already annoying to tackle.

That was before he was a Shadow; after though, he saw you as a mentor of sorts. His magical abilities were quite limited but he admired how yours were trickery-based to the point they could be used in a lot of different ways. That wasn’t all. He saw how you had a general gasps of how the Shadow army functions as an individual soldier and as a whole, now that he was on Jinwoo’s side, he could see the coordination between the weaker bunch. You were somewhat of a strong Shadow in terms of tactics, but strength wise you weren’t as impressive as the top Shadow Igris. You could hold your own if push comes to shove, but you just don’t show that side of yours.

You’d be arranging how the Shadows react to his Lord’s commands, the tiniest of details that would make a difference. Like with Iron, you’d tell him to throw his shield at Jinwoo if he was too far, or block the attack himself if he was closer. You also had a pretty good gasp over his powers as when Jinwoo was thinking what to do with the orb, he passed it to you. Yet you passed it to him.

Tusk remembered watching you dance around him, mimicking how he would summon his spells and made a show of it. When you eyed him, he knew you were telling him to demonstrate his potential. He did as cued and Jinwoo was impressed. So he gained his gift from the Lord from you.

There were times that he tried to copy what you did and the results weren’t as good, so to speak. Imagine a dancing elephant on stage, one stomp is equivalent to a miniature earthquake. Just as Jinwoo was confused and sighing his head off, you came to clean up the mess he created. From your view, you thought you didn’t need to help Tusk like you did with Iron, but you thought wrong and grouped Tusk with Iron instead of Igris. Now he was performing his part on stage when it was time to finish the Demon Castle.

With their Lord pleased, Tusk is even more so. He still sees you as a mentor to be respected even when you were strictly speaking lower than him. Personally, he saw you as the stronger one between you two. If the orb was removed, Tusk would have been the weaker one. Even again, he’s comparing with the you whose power was restricted like Igris. Not that he knew, but he could sense you didn’t show all your cards.

▶ Beru [Rank: Marshal]

As the Shadow that could speak right after called upon, Beru immediately called you out to his new Liege. That you were two-faced and a trickster. Igris was shocked Beru knew so quickly without spending some time with you first. You merely smiled and acted as usual like a clown on stage. Truthfully though, Beru remembered you when he was still the Ant King.

You showed up to annoy him after a puff of smoke appeared. You weren’t here on order, you were amused with what you saw on TV. You had a feeling your Monarch would clean up the mess, but you wanted to assess the situation first. So long as you didn’t die, your Monarch would never know any better. You had placed puppets to protect Jinwoo’s mother and younger sister should danger strike them when you were away.

In the fallen Korean S-Rank Hunters’ eyes, you were dancing around and throwing cards at a tiger in the tiger’s den!! But the nonchalant attitude you had was so odd and they didn’t have the strength to stop you that they let you do as you pleased. Your mask had slid off when the Ant King’s claws came too close to comfort and you had to jerk to the side. Only the Ant King could see the ecstatic expression you had, so twisted and cruel that he knew he was taken as a fool on the puppeteer’s stage. In his rage, he changed targets back to the humans and another Shadow acted that triggered Jinwoo’s arrival. You were gone before then.

Jinwoo wouldn’t have believed it had he never seen your actions beforehand. He knew you were cunning and mischievous, but that was all he saw. As long as your loyalty was still towards him, that was okay. That made Beru push away his prejudice and accept you as a fellow comrade now that the two of you were on the same side.

When Beru and you were paired together to guard Jinwoo’s family, you’d be entertaining the two humans with your magic tricks and clownish acts. Card magic, juggling (that scared them to death the first time it happened since you juggled your head with balls a few moments after), and even puppeteering. While Beru never saw you on the front lines before, hence never knowing how you even fight, he saw you as a weakling of the army and unworthy to be in his Liege’s ranks. 

After asking Igris, he was even more confused as to why you were second before he joined, now you were on the same standing with Tusk but since Tusk had the orb, you were lowered. He soon discovered you had declined holding onto the orb that would double your magical abilities, and it confused him because strength and power was everything. It was to survive and serve their Liege. How could you waste your potential?!

He got his answer when you and he were relieved of babysitting duties. Once more, he saw that battle-hungry side of you. He loved how you could switch up so easily; you reminded him more as a human like his Liege than a Shadow. Though, even more so, you were like him. While, maybe, not as bloodthirsty, but you were near his level. Perhaps with a touch of sadistic nature as you toy with your enemy in the name of acting as bait for your companions.

Beru couldn’t understand why Igris judged you poorly, even if it was a distance past, because in his eyes, you were a worthy Shadow to serve his Liege. You were strong in your own right and you were a helpful existent to the army and his Liege with your advice and sharp mind.

Another note was he enjoyed watching those human shows on the TV with you. You two were the perfect duo when it came to calling Jinwoo “My Liege” or “Your Majesty”. Beru was very very serious, but you (without your voice still) was having a blast projecting your longing for Ashborn on Jinwoo since the human reminded you so much of Ashborn.

▶ Greed [Rank: General]

As a former human that wished harm on Jinwoo and his loved ones. You saw fit to nearly break the restriction on your powers to inflict pain onto his human self. When Jinwoo and the other Shadows went after Thomas Andre and his guild members, you strayed from the group to where Hwang Dongsoo ended up.

You’re not as powerful as Igris or Tusk, but you could hold your own against an S-Rank, especially one weakened by Jinwoo. You had your puppet strings attached to his limb and repeated punch himself and caused his body immense pain. You sewn his lips shut beforehand so his screams wouldn’t alert anyone. The smiling mask you had on covered the expressionless and apathetic look that replaced your usual dramatic flair.

Dongsoo witnessed true suffering and felt terror unlike any other. With what you were capable of, he wondered why you weren’t killing him at all. He got his answer when Jinwoo appeared again. He watched this freak dressed as a jester bow to the S-Rank and left him alone. With all the ache in his body, he couldn’t even retaliate when the axe was given to him.

When he reawakened as Jinwoo’s Shadow and was named Greed, you weren’t far away from the scene. He felt his core shake from your cold gaze. He had the ability to speak, yet you didn’t, you were weaker than him. But he refused to believe that. There was no way you were weak. As he accepted his punishment, he listened to how his Lord would speak to you about matters and though he couldn’t see anything, you were advising him in your unique way.

The short while that he turned into a Shadow, Greed had always witnessed and understood you were a key figure in the army. You don’t battle on the frontlines, but you’re there as support. A perfect supporter on the battlefield. It was much better having you as an ally than foe. He learned that the hard way. The other Shadows treated you like casual and you were same ridiculous jester to them. However, in his eyes, he feared you, every time he gazed at him was like a reminder to what you were capable of. The dramatic flair you performed was like a calculated step to lure those around you to underestimate you, then like a serpent, you’d go in for the kill.

Unlike Igris who everyone knew was strong with a sword, unlike Iron who everyone knew was a strong tanker, unlike Tusk who everyone knew held the greatest magical abilities, and unlike Beru who was a killing machine. You were the one Shadow that could always be looked down upon as the weakest. What use was a Court Jester in an army? Understimating you was easy, but the consequence was deadly.

You had long sensed Greed’s wariness to you and you tried to get him to ease up because now the two of you were on the same side. Thing is, trauma had its side effects and you might have been too cruel to him. However, the other Shadows—especially Igris and Beru—supported your actions and you did to. It was a lesson that must be learnt. While Igris did ask what exactly you did, you told him and he gave you the most condescending gaze he could master behind his helmet and Beru gave you cheers and thumbs up in support. 

Though as long as it never hindered fulfilling Jinwoo’s commands and everyone was able to work together, you didn’t care. It was Greed’s own fault anyways.

▶ Bellion [Rank: Grand Marshal]

The moment Bellion joined the army was already a time that Igris and your full power was accessible again, including your voices. You were there to welcome Bellion to the army and help introduce to Jinwoo that Ashborn’s Shadow Army was at his disposal. There was no need to catch up since Bellion had already seen everything from the card you felt behind in the Realm of Eternal Rest.

“You haven’t changed a bit even with your abilities limited and your voice taken from you, Court Jester.” Bellion spoke to you when you two were standing side by side atop a cliff that oversaw the Shadow Army on an abandoned island.

“What’s to change~?” You laughed while hovering over the ground. It wasn’t like Bellion underestimated you, it was more like a pleasant surprise that you could still continue your duties with such handicaps. He accepted your role before Igris did and knew your importance and theatrics. Since you were a treasured Shadow like he was to Ashborn, he long accepted your strength and weakness.

Contrary to your display with Igris, you had a milder appearance to Bellion solely because there wasn’t much to entertain. Bellion was a strictly business type of Shadow, Igris was the same but it was easier to get a reaction out of Igris than Bellion, so you mostly just have a calmer persona around him. Well, you say calmer, but not that much. Either way, Bellion doesn’t seem to give it time of day.

In the beginning when you spoke in riddles to hint things to him, he was annoyed. He was a general, a soldier, there was no time for fun when war was upon him and the army. Because he was always with Ashborn, he knew that your words weren’t empty and you always meant something. Before, he mainly relied on Ashborn to point it out, then Igris. Yet when he was alone with you, he couldn’t understand your riddles. He expected you to give up, but you used another method.

Cards and puppets. You showed him the battle tactics of the enemy you had observed and wanted him to counter them when Ashborn was busy. When he went to discuss it over with Igris, he had figured it before he did because he understood the riddle. He appreciated you explaining to his dense mind that was filled with battles and skills.

So it was pretty natural that he pushed for your ascension when you were given a second chance in their new Monarch’s army. You had the General rank, but why not aim for the Marshal rank with Igris? He personally asked his new Monarch for that promotion on your behalf. That was how highly he saw you. You stayed as you were as you thought Genernal was enough for you since you were merely a supporter type, the most you could say was a spy or assassin.

Now, unlike Igris, he couldn’t understand why you were satisfied as you were. You’re not treated poorly because you had Tusk who was calling you ‘mentor’ and asking for your guidance, Iron who constantly seeked for your help to gain approval, and even Greed who was fearful of you. Bellion backed down after you told him to, though even that was after some time later.

With Bellion in the army, things were back to normal. Bellion and you, with the addition of Beru, giving Igris a headache as the more normal Shadow. Silly shenanigans all around, you instigating it, and Bellion and Beru joining in.

Note: The rankings are the final form of the Shadows. I included all those that reach the General/Commander grade. Hope you guys liked this one~ I had fun writing for each one~

𝕮𝖎𝖗𝖈𝖊 𝖄.

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[thinkingotherwise]

A new series based on this HC?

I was reminded of how much I adore Igris with the release of vol 4 Solo Leveling webtoon in my country Where can I get a knight like that all for myself? 🥹🥲

HC Becoming a new Shadow and catching attention of Igris

TW: death (mentioned), killing monsters, (Y/n) is a little too aware while being a Shadow

Hopefully Igris didn't turn out too OOC

- (Y/n), who was a high-ranked mage hunter with illusion skills - they died in one of the A rank dungeons, trying to keep the boss aggro on themselves to save the rest of their team - they got killed before their team could get reinforcements, and Jinwoo happened to hear about it and entered the dungeon - he found them dead and noticed that the boss was looking at their weapon and playing with it - Jinwoo brought (Y/n) back to life because he recognised them as a hunter excelling in illusions on the battlefield and thought it might be useful - (Y/n) was shocked to be back, even more so that they were a Shadow - they were also surprised when a certain ant-like shadow skipped to them and held his hands out, reaching to hug them - (Y/n) tried to step back but stumbled into a rumble of rocks, making them fall - looking around, (Y/n) noticed Jinwoo looking at them, recognizing him from the news - in seconds, there was a hand in front of them, and as (Y/n) looked in front, they noticed a knight with a long, red plume leaning over them and trying to help them up - when they straighten with the help of the shadow knight, (Y/n) was quickly greeted by Jinwoo as one of his shadows before he turned to the boss - following his gaze, (Y/n) noticed the boss was playing with their staff, using it as a scratcher - that made them angry, and they got ready to attack it once more, unleashing their magic, they felt stronger after they became a Shadow - Jinwoo let them fight the boss, but sent Igris to help out - (Y/n) made quick work of the boss using their illusions and making copies of themselves - when they finally reached their magic staff, they used it to pierce the boss, killing it - with the death, the boss sent out a wave of magic and (Y/n) got thrown back, however, Igris quickly caught them with his hand around their back and moved his cape to cover them from the debris - Jinwoo proudly looked at (Y/n), knowing he made a good choice adding them to his shadow army - while the hunter went to collect the items from the boss, Igris stepped away from (Y/n) and moved away - the new shadow calmed down from their adrenaline rush and saw two shadows coming towards them - the ant-like shadow bounced in joy seeing their abilities, and the other one, who was quite tall with a giant hammer, held his hand out for a high five - he stayed like that until (Y/n) hesitantly met it with their own, making him cheer - a sound of armour coming closer got (Y/n) attention, and they saw Igris joining the little group they created - the knight knelt before the new shadow, presenting them with their weapon to take - feeling bashful by the action (Y/n) grabbed the weapon and quickly thanked him - after collecting the items from the boss, Jinwoo turned to his shadow to see them huddled together around the new army addition - the hunter was surely happy, that they all seemed to get along

- Igris is a perfect gentleman, treating (Y/n) like a lady/lord

- (Y/n) being a mage usually keeps their distance, and finds themselves on high ground - and so after a fight is finished, Igris appears by their side, extending his hand and helping them get down

- with time passing and more dungeons being conquered, it appeared that (Y/n) has the best fight chemistry with Igris, because he was the first to quickly get used to their skills and tactics

- when Igris sees (Y/n) defeated, he goes berserk, and in seconds, the enemies are slayed while he patiently awaits their return to check if they're alright - when Jinwoo doesn't have any mana to bring them back at this moment, he glares at the hunter the whole time until his mage appears once more

- from that point forward, Igris keeps an eye on (Y/n), making sure they are alright - while he defeats everyone, he turns to them ready to take on their group of enemies, but when he sees them enveloped in their magic while destroying monsters left and right, he stops in place - Igris ogles (Y/n), respectfully, while they are fighting just as much as the mage does

- with Shadows like Iron and Beru around, Igris decides to be the one to keep (Y/n) away from their foolishness, protecting them from the duo, in a way - because of that, the mage also started appearing more frequently right next to the knight, looking away from him, flustered but maintaining the close proximity

- once (Y/n) tripped over their feet, because they were so entranced looking at Igris - Iron laughed at that and got a glare in return and a smack to his head from the knight while holding the mage's hand as he helped them stand up, not seeing how embarrassed they felt

- (Y/n) always chuckles at Igris's habit of bringing heads for Jinwoo, and when Iron does the same, they burst laughing - Igris then stares at them in adoration and tries to continue doing so just to hear them laugh - that is, until Jinwoo has had enough and talks with the three shadows, Igris to stop bringing him the heads, Iron to stop copying him, and (Y/n) to stop encouraging such behaviour

- when the ground was muddy or dangerous, (Y/n) found themselves carried on Igris's forearm, as he held them up with only one hand - they are awestruck and amazed at his pure strength, even if they've seen him fight countless times - he revels in the sight of (Y/n) admiring him and tries to be indifferent, but he really loves to see it, especially when others look at the two of you with jealousy

- feeling braver after the two get closer, Igris starts giving (Y/n) flowers - whenever he sees one growing nearby, he would go and pick them only to present them as a gift for the mage - such gestures were always accompanied by teary-eyed Beru, who also wanted some flowers - sometimes (Y/n) felt bad for the ant-like shadow and spared one of the flowers for him before turning to Igris and offering a heartfelt thanks to keep him away from scolding Beru

Prima Aprilis - April Fool 😶‍🌫️ Sorry, won't be turning this one into series, but I had fun writing that nevertheless

[koiiiji]

in the shadows

author's note ; just entered solo leveling fandom, and only watched anime, so i don't know lore that much yet, as a result it maybe ooc as hell

tw ; reader described as non!human and a little tsundere. just fluff

Igris x reader

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you had always prided yourself on being the one thing Sung Jinwoo could count on — whether or not he appreciated it. from the day you were bound to his system, you were there, guiding him, helping him navigate the endless challenges of his rise to power. sure, you’d complain and grumble, maybe tease him more than a proper assistant should, but deep down, you were fond and proud of this guy.

and, unlike the other shadows, you weren’t just another faceless warrior pulled from the void. you had your own personality, your own quirks — and a lot of sass to back it up. your sharp tongue making up for your questionable fighting skills, but you were here as a system assistant in the first place, right?

small, curved horns sprouted from your forehead, curling subtly and gleaming faintly in the dim light of the shadow world. a thin, agile tail swayed behind you as if it had a mind of its own, a pair of leathery wings carried you around effortlessly as you hovered at Jin-woo’s side, whenever he toyed with the system interface.

today had been brutal. the battle was long and relentless, the air thick with the stench of blood and the echo of falling enemies. Jinwoo stood amidst the ruins, his shirt torn and streaked with blood, beads of sweat rolling down his sharp jawline.

“and why is he staring like that?” you asked lazily, floating around him, propping your chin on your hand as you gestured towards a silent figure sitting on the ruins of a staircase..

“who?” Jinwoo replied, wiping sweat from his chin.

“him. tincan.” you nodded at Igris, the silent, imposing knight who had been watching you with that inscrutable helmeted gaze.

Jinwoo barely spared him a glance. “that’s just Igris. he’s always like that. he never talks.”

“well, it’s creepy,” you huffed. then, louder: “hey, nailhead! what’re you staring at?”

Igris didn’t move, only tilting his head slightly as though considering you. then, without a word, he stood, disappearing in a gust of black wind.

“see? he’s weird,” you grumbled, puffing out your chest smugly. Jinwoo only shook his head, used to your antics by now. he let out a soft chuckle, brushing a hand through his damp hair. “you know, i never feel that stare at me. he only stares at you like that. maybe he’s got a thing for you.”

you froze mid-hover, your tail twitching nervously before you lost your balance and fall on the ground. “what a nonsense!! watch your mouth young man!” then quietly “..like he’s capable of feelings. he’s just a big, hollow suit of armor.”

Jinwoo smirked, wiping his hands on his pants. “suit yourself.” with that, he walked off, leaving you flustered and scowling.

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later, when Jinwoo finally left the shadow world, you took it as your cue to reclaim your rightful position as the system’s most important entity. you were the assistant, the navigator, the closest thing to a leader these shadows had while Jinwoo was gone. and what better way to assert your dominance than lounging on the throne itself?

you sprawled lazily across the dark, jagged seat, one leg draped over the armrest and your wings curled comfortably behind you. you fiddled with a shadowy orb in your hands, tossing it up and catching it with ease as you tried to stave off boredom.

still, Jinwoo’s words wouldn’t leave you alone. you found yourself glancing around the room more than usual, half-expecting those glowing blue eyes to pop out of the shadows.

and of course, they did.

you felt it before you saw it — the familiar sensation of being watched. your tail flicked nervously as you froze mid-throw, the orb dissipating into mist as you glanced around the room. your eyes landed on a familiar figure standing in the shadows, scanning the room. there he was, lurking at the edge of the shadows, as silent and menacing as always.

“hey, tin can!” you called, trying to mask your unease with bravado. “didn’t i tell you to stop staring? you’re making me nervous!”

Igris didn’t reply. he never did. instead, the faint sound of metal echoed through the room as he stood up and took a step closer.

you frowned, narrowing your eyes. “what is your deal, huh? why don’t you ever talk? who am i even yelling at?”

he kept moving forward, his slow, deliberate steps making your confidence falter with each sound.

“h-hey! stop! i-i mean it!” you snapped, but your voice lacked its usual bite.

by the time he reached the throne, you had pressed yourself back into the seat, your wings curling around you protectively. but instead of whatever terrifying move you expected, Igris did something completely unexpected.

the imposing knight lowered himself to one knee in front of you. slowly, reverently, he leaned forward, resting the cold, smooth surface of his helmet against your lap.

your breath hitched, and for a moment, you didn’t know what to do. a soft, rhythmic sound emerged from beneath his helmet — a low purring noise that reminded you of a contented cat.

“w-what the hell…” you muttered, staring down at him, utterly baffled.

cautiously, you raised a hand, letting it hover over his helmet. “you’re such a freak, you know that?”

when he didn’t move, you hesitated for another second before finally giving in. your fingers brushed the metal, and then you stroked it lightly, your touch was awkward and unsure at first. his purring grew louder, and you couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped you.

“you’re so weird, nailhead,” you murmured, a small, fond smile tugging at your lips despite yourself.

and though you’d never admit it, you didn’t mind the company. not one bit.

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[justwinginglife]

I headcanon that if you ever got into a relationship with Igris, Jinwoo would tease you by summoning Igris in the middle of sex. One minute he’s on top of you, the next- he’s back in Jinwoo’s shadow. If Jinwoo weren’t literally the most powerful hunter in existence, you might kick his ass. Instead, you settle for calling him to whine about how you were literally on the verge of coming and if he doesn’t send Igris back to you right now, you’ll tell Cha Hae-In that he whimpers when he jacks off. There’s silence on the other end of the phone. Then he grumbles “That was ONE time and you WEREN’T supposed to be home.” And before you know it, Igris is right back where he should be: in your arms.

Anyway, if you can’t tell, I’m working on a Solo Leveling fic and these are my thoughts at the moment 😂

@ouiouimochi @minasfwoopyponytail @amaturesposts

[freaktoru]

Saw ur igris post and the threesome part w jinwoo but bellion would def join or watch 😔🙏

anon i'm actually obsessed with ur mind (give it to me). here's a little drabble on how i think this dynamic would play out:

⋆˙⟡ — cw; double penetration, anal, threesome

you've never felt so fucked out in your life.

you currently find yourself stuffed full with two cocks—one belonging to your loving boyfriend, sung jinwoo, and the other, to his right hand man, igris.

you're not sure how you found yourself here, but here's a little recap: you and jinwoo were mid sex when igris walked in, supposedly with urgent news for jinwoo. then one thing quickly led to another and somehow igris's cock was now buried deep in your ass. oops!

“that's it, good girl” jinwoo mutters the sweet praise, strengthening his grip on your waist as you sink down on the last few inches of his cock.

igris and jinwoo are buried deep inside you, thankfully staying still until you adjust. your breathing is heavy and raspy, head hanging low and nails digging deep into jinwoo’s biceps. you're positioned on top of jinwoo’s cock, while igris is sheathed deep inside from behind you at the edge of the bed.

your cheeks burn from the sheer humiliation of being fucked raw by not only your boyfriend, but his also his right hand man. but you can’t even get yourself to care when you feel so fucking good—and so fucking full.

jinwoo would start moving slowly first, making igris wait until you get adjusted to the feeling. but igris is not patient. no, he would only be able to hold out for another few minutes before tangling his fingers into your hair and pounding into you from behind.

it’s just too much. you’re already a sobbing, whining mess—being fucked absolutely stupid on not one but two cocks, when another one of jinwoo’s shadows, bellion would walk in.

bellion, being the strongest and oldest of jinwoo’s shadows, he wouldn’t join—at least not yet. he’d plop himself down in the armchair in the corner, lazily spread his legs, and lean back—because bellion likes to watch.

having an audience only increases the humiliating burn on your cheeks, but also the arousing burn in your core.

“jinwoo, i didn’t know your girl was so dirty” he’d chuckle deeply, slowly moving his hand down to palm himself through his pants.

“fuck yeah— she sure is ” his reply comes out in between ragged breaths, his attention too focused on the way you take his and igris’s cocks.

hair disheveled, cheeks streaked with tears and tits bouncing with every thrust—it might have been the most beautiful sight they'd all ever seen.

“what a pretty girl” bellion mutters, eyes fixed on you while he fists his hard cock. he can’t help it.

and only when igris and jinwoo finish round one, would he come up, flip your limp body over, and fuck you himself.

[iwannabeabricklayer]

Hey igris 🫦

[madcat-world]

Igris - AnatoFinnstark

[mydearestbeloved]

Chapter 26 [Draft]

Sung Jinwoo/Trial Player!Reader

Content Warnings: This chapter is Red, Igris, & < Devourer > butterflies-centric—sorry, little to no JinwooxReader in this one; this chapter also contains some elements of gore—this is a work of fiction and I do not condone or glorify violence in real life; my attempts at magical anatomy—'cause college is still kicking my ass when it's the holidays, so I must apologize if this chapter might be boring; & experimental writings—a.k.a. me trying out a different style of being more descriptive and new p.o.v.s shifts.

See more in the < End Note > in case the descriptions in this chapter do not deliver as well as I had hoped + extra funsies.

[Masterlist🦋✨️]

——oOo——

{ < Children of ‘Trial Player’ >

File 001# - Quick Status Window

< Red >

Lv. MAX

"The Ducchess"

Would you like to initiate < Title Change >?

<<Yes>>   <No>

Initiating < Title Change > . . .

< Red >

Lv. MAX

“The Devourer”

< Title Change > successful!

Specialty Passive Skill: < Crimson Carnage > is activated!

*In the duration of < The Feast >, user will gain 3× the energy and experience points from consuming lifeforce. Both can still be distributed to fellow < Children of ‘Trial Player’ >.

Stats: < HP >, < Stamina >, and < Mania > are now boosted.

Special Note: “Sustain the flesh, blind the soul.”_ }

——oOo——

At the center of the morbid tableau, Igris saw her.

A study in grace—a slender silhouette clad in velvety white and traces of black, the intricate patterns of her wings shimmered like molten rubies on flowing sleeves and coat tails. Every little movement was deliberate yet seamlessly flowed amidst havoc, out of place yet undeniably captivating.

Amid the blood-soaked carnage, she seemed untouched by the grime and chaos. Unhurried steps so light, the heels of her boots left no imprint on the sodden earth. She weaved through devoured carcasses left and right with the same grace as she would have when flying in her butterfly form.

A rapier on one hand, her crimson eyes, languid yet sharp, fixed on the dungeon boss his Liege had felled—once a towering centaur-like beast, its body now laid on the ground with its neck slashed open. Red approached its head, its purple blood pooled under, yet there was not a single splash when she stepped on it, only calm ripples.

The thin silver blade emitted wisps akin to flames as she got close enough. At the same level of its eye, it was clear that the beast’s vacant optic that stared into the void was larger than her head.

Shing!

Igris caught the quick circular slash of metal, and at first, there seemed to be nothing amiss. At least until—

Gush!

Viscous liquid burst out like a jet stream, becoming a heavy downpour as it fell. In a split second, Red’s figure was swallowed by the waterfall, the blood pooling underneath widening in size.

It was not until a few seconds later that the curtain of purple lifted enough for everyone to finally get a glimpse, the outline of the figure in it. As the stream progressively lessened in its intensity and amount, Red didn’t move a single step from her position, and it was revealed later that she remained as pristine as ever, not even her pants were soiled by the icky violet. She stood there under an umbrella where her rapier had been, the white material unstained as the droplets of blood dripped down from the lace decorated with red gems.

When the outburst of blood around the beast’s eye finally ran out, the remaining little amount of liquid cascading down the orb, the unseeing eye shifted. Red took a step to the side as the beast’s eyeball rolled out of its socket onto the purple ground, following it were the blood vessels, nerve optic, and tendons with their detached ends cut short.

When the eyeball stopped rolling, there was a swarm of butterflies at the ready, and soon, the globe was surrounded and began to be gnawed on by the voracious insects.

Red remained unbothered. She went to close her umbrella, and then pulled at its handle, revealing that it was a scabbard as the thin blade came to view once again. The umbrella disappeared in red wisps as Red jumped onto the beast's massive head and began to chop away. First at his antlers, the bony branches fell to each side with its cut-edges blackened, and began to glitch away until the whole antlers vanished into air, presumably stored into your inventory.

Igris also caught her next slash: a horizontal one, and then a vertical that was instantly followed by a backflip—Red landing on the beast’s upper body behind the detached head.

Something similar to before happened, it took a few seconds after the initial swing of her blade for the blood to burst, first from the horizontal cut that detached the snout and the next was from the rest of the head splitting into two halves right in the middle. Igris recognized this delayed reaction, it was the body that didn’t realize it was cut the moment it was when the cut was done far too quickly for it to respond in time.

Igris knew this because he was also capable of doing such. However…

The rapier was not a blade meant to slash like other swords typically. It was meant for prioritizing speed and precision, capitalizing on its user’s dexterity and finesse. And Red had proven she had all of these qualities when she had done exactly thrusting attacks when they fought together moments prior.

A rapier was a sword meant to pierce.

So how in his Liege’s name did she was able to cut through flesh and bones so easily with that same slender and pointed blade?

The only possible explanation Igris could think of was the use of magic, the red wisps as the proof. It was not unlikely for swordsmen and swordswomen capable of magic to use them to enhance their attacks, be it the body or the weapon itself. Perhaps she used magic to give the blade sharper edges and fortified it to not break under heavier pressure? Then she also needed more strength to accomplish that clean cut.

But was that all there was to it when her stances were just as odd?

As though caught in an endless waltz, even in combat, Red’s steps were odd. It wasn’t practical; it was theatrical, the combination of sheer extravagance and fluidity of it all.

It wasn’t the typical disciplined efficiency of a warrior’s training. No, her movements carried the flair of high society, the sway of aristocrats at frivolous galas.

{”I am aware that you do not fancy such occasions,”}

It reminded Igris of the rare instances when he had been forced to attend those annoying noble gatherings in life—when he could’ve been fighting on the battlefield instead—standing stiff and indifferent at the edge of opulent ballrooms, enduring the swish of gowns and the hum of violins for the sake of duty.

{An upturned of plump lips glistened, as though painted by blood, something he was more familiar with—}

Or perhaps it was more akin to the high-end performances he had glimpsed while on patrol, the kind that packed theaters and sparked envy among the masses unable to afford. The kind where tickets were scarce and disputes over seating made so much ruckus and his duties more complicated—stagnating his training, the progress to his goal—in the past.

{”However…” An extended hand delicately hidden under satin glove.}

Those fleeting moments were far from meaningful to him, but they had left enough of an impression for him to recognize the same artistry now.

Her moves weren’t a metaphorical dance of the blade, the way swordsmen sometimes fought with an almost artistic rhythm.

No, Red was dancing—truly dancing.

{—she was more familiar to him than anything else in this godforsaken room.}

Every pivot was a pirouette, every sweep steeped in poise, every sway she put her heart into it. A face so serenely doing her calling, not caring who was watching or what the world might think of the unconventionality. She moved as though the battlefield was her stage and she its prima ballerina.

And, to Igris’s astonishment, it worked—brilliantly, might he add.

{”Can you humor this lady just once,”}

A match, a complimentary to his own.

He had never seen anything like it before.

{”Sir Knight?”}

“How fascinating.”

Even before Red had taken her current form, Igris had always been intrigued by the red butterfly that had inexplicably taken a liking to him—or so you had claimed.

To him, she had always carried an air of refinement that set her apart. Every flutter of her iridescent wings was not without purpose, Red had always been peculiarly polite and oddly dignified for a summon. When the shadows discovered they could communicate with the butterflies—a feat made possible, apparently, through a telepathic mechanism Igris only vaguely understood as a mix of their mimicry of shadows and some illusions—Red’s demeanor stood out for her articulate and courteous responses.

Now, that same poise radiated from her in full force.

As Red continued to cut away the dungeon boss’s body into smaller pieces so the other butterflies would have an easier time to eat, an acrid smell wafted. Igris caught the sight of blackened spots and edges on some chopped fleshes. Only when a bone fell with its cut-side directly visible to him did Igris have his answer.

Fire.

The surface of the cut on the bone was completely blackened—no, charred.

Not every chopped part was; the fleshes mostly remained fresh which Red might have enough strength to cut through. But when it came to a harder material like the bone, the cut was always completely burned. And the fleshes that did have that discoloration must’ve been the skeletal muscles, the closest one to the bones—that meant Red had control over when and how much heat was needed.

Red landed back on a puddle in the ground with grace—again, no splash, just ripples—her rapier disintegrating into the same red wisps as her magic, the motion was like a ballerina’s reverence. As the dungeon’s boss body fell in neat cubicle pieces behind her, the red butterflies closing in to eat like a curtain-call.

A step accompanied by a ripple.

Another followed.

Red walked towards a minion’s corpse, significantly smaller than the boss’, but was still noticeably larger than her own. While the body below the neck was already getting chewed on, the head was left untouched. With deliberate care, Red knelt beside it, her tailcoat pooling around her like spreading wings.

Right hand took off the left’s glove, the remaining other pulled by teeth until the delicate and pale fingers underneath was revealed. As both pieces of dark leather vanished into thin air, black nails trailed along the beast’s jawline in an almost gentle gesture, as though caressing a long-lost lover.

She began to hum, a calming melody that sent chills through Igris. It wasn’t a tune he recognized, but there was something uncomfortably intimate about it, as if she were singing a lullaby for a child.

A small ornate dagger materialized, fingers curling around its handle in firm. The ornate blade gleaming in the muted light as she raised it high—

Stab!

Igris flinched—a reaction he hadn’t experienced in years—as the silver tip plunged into the beast’s unseeing eye.

Similar to the new… feeding routine of the butterflies, he had no problem with the act of stabbing itself—it was the way the scene unfolded, like an oil painting came to life. The illustrated content long debated between the brutality it actually depicted behind strokes of beautiful paints, pure white among vivid reds and deep shadows.

Red pulled the dagger free with practiced ease, and with it came the beast’s eyeball.

The strings of optic nerve and blood vessels stretched from the force; the other end clung stubbornly to the socket. With a flick of her wrist, they broke in the middle, the orb held aloft like a precious gem while the bundle of fibers dangled from it, swaying like a clock’s pendulum.

The dagger, now acting as a makeshift fork, brought the eyeball to her lips. Her sharp canines peeked through as she bit into the orb. A brief sight—a single rivulet of viscous fluid trickling down the corner of her lips to her chin—was almost immediately hidden behind a palm, as if the act of showing the sight itself was most impolite. An accidental stroke in the otherwise masterful portrait.

Despite the slight hiccup, Red maintained her composure. The dagger in her right replaced by a materialized handkerchief that she dabbed over her lips daintily, catching any stray pieces as she quietly chewed. Her carmine gaze closed to savor, as though she were merely fine dining at a dinner gala, the orchestra of carnage its backdrop.

“Hm...” She swallowed delicately, her voice a dulcet whisper that carried through the stage. “A bit too earthy for my taste.”

The corner of her mouth lifted in a serene smile, and the usual sight of her upturned lips would’ve been captivating—it was still—but now, Igris didn’t think just one word would do the scene in front of him their due.

“Well?” Red turned her head slightly, vermillion orbs opening with a glint.

“What do you think, children?”

——oOo——

The red kaleidoscope seemed to simultaneously pause mid-feast, a brief change in their pattern, a different flutter. Distant bells in the wind, like twinkling stars given voice.

Chime. Chime. Chime. Gurgle. Chime—

‘Gurgle’?

A tremor ran through the swarm. Their luminous bodies wavered, light bending strangely around some, as if space itself recoiled. The chimes grew discordant, warping into something wet and bubbling, like air escaping through viscera.

Squish…

A single butterfly convulsed midair. Tiny form curling in on itself, shrinking—no, collapsing. Wings folded inward with a schlk, dissolving into a raw essence of erratically pulsing mass of light. And from that quivering cocoon, something grew.

SQUELCH!

A spine unraveled; a spider’s threads pulled taut from unseen tether. Bones spiraled into existence, each piece of vertebrae locking into place with a sharp click. From there, the thin golden tendrils further expanded the structure like a time-lapsed birth—simultaneous yet seamless.

Upward, forming the trachea, jawbone snapping into place with a muted crck. The smooth curve of a skull, hollow sockets yawning open, vacant.

Downward, the pelvis solidified, grinding against before anchoring the extending femurs and other bones that would shape the legs, feet, and toes. Similarly for the upper extremities, from the shoulder bones, lengthening arms, hands, and down to the phalanges that made up each finger.

Inward, ribs sprouted from the spine’s embrace with a slow, deliberate snap-snap-snap, spreading like curved thorns, forming a cage locked by the sternum. And nestled within that hollow prison, a small thing took shape, suspended in the air just like the rest, a crystalline jewel held between unseen fingers.

Motionless—silent.

{How far can an imitation of life go?}

Like roots seeking soil, nerves branched out, mapping, in search of something to anchor to. Alongside them, veins crawled along the ivory framework, seeking to create the intricate web to feed, growing from that very same confined still-mass at the center.

Like ink spreading through water, a deep crimson bloomed then—

Ba-dump.

A pulse rippled through the arteries as blood surged outward, painting the spectral shifting-mass with life as raw organs came into being. Lungs, pinkish and fragile, swelled as if on the verge of their first breath, filling the rest of the ribcage. A brain placed snug within the skull where the eyeballs popped in their sockets. The liver slid into place with a damp plorp, intestines coiled like serpents, slick in the dim settings.

The stomach, kidneys, and so forth, each instrument settled into their place perfectly between the smooth walls of bone while sinew knitted around them like a loom at work over shifting joints. Nerves and veins threaded through all as muscles stretched over them in a weave where limbs twitched to life. True skin followed suit from behind, covering the exposed curves of the body and face with the same abnormal growth, each feature smoothed into an eerie, flawless symmetry.

For a time, what were under were still just as see-through even with the steady appearance of the outermost layer. At least, until the translucent skin neared its completion of sealing over the body. What should be the healthy complexion creeping in as the flesh and dermis closed over the last exposed area—a last glimpse over the beating heart.

{If you lie long enough—}

As naked as a newborn, a maiden’s bare feet kissed the slick, viscous blood pooling beneath. The deep purple clung, stark against the rain-watered surface, too pristine, like a being sculpted rather than born. Her wings, now immense as they adjusted to the owner’s new form, stretched one final time before shuddering. As if exhaling their last breath, the glittering membrane melted into the smooth planes of her back, disappearing as if they had never been there.

As if the one left standing was undoubtedly just a mere human.

And more followed.

A notable number of butterflies went through the same collapse. Delicate bodies unraveling, twisting, blooming like life in fast motion. Their arrival was heralded by the symphony of growth—cartilage cracking, skin sealing with quiet, wet whispers, the sickeningly organic sounds of something becoming, of creating features to each of their own.

Save for the rain, the silence of a field of mannequin settled after.

Until one threw her head back, auburn locks following her every movement, a new set of green eyes catching light under the drizzle.

The undeniably rhythmic rise and fall of her chest, making motions with her rosy lips—the sound light and airy, almost melodic.

{—won’t it become the truth?}

Following the lead, a second one, black of hair, brown of skin, and hazel for eyes, also started tittering. Joined by a third, white-haired and red-eyed, clapping gleefully. A fourth followed, and then a fifth, sixth, and the rest—small delighted laughs that grew louder and louder—a crescendo.

The first to move wobbled slightly on her feet, crouching beside the nearest carcass, fingertips tracing its ruined hide with something akin to fascination. Then, with a motion of deceptive ease, the beast’s skin peeled away with a wet rip.

She stumbled back, losing her balance and landing onto her haunches with a childlike-“Oof!”, even as the spray of warm, sticky blood came into contact with her side. She clutched the torn chunk in her bloodied cradle—like a prize, fresh crescent marks forming under digging nails—uncaring of the fleshy part still dripping onto her lap.

She lifted it to her mouth, a peek of growing canines between parted lips before teeth sunk into meat and tore them away under. Icky purple painted her chin, ran down the pale column of her throat as she chewed, staining the pristine surface that magic had so carefully perfected.

The very first taste on her tongue, of iron thick and rich.

When she eagerly swallowed, the others followed.

The butterflies—those still in their original form—perched alongside their newly reborn kin. Together, the feast began anew, of chimes and tearing flesh, of lips smacking against dripping muscles, of mirthful hums between gulps. Until each was bathed in the mix of blood and rain, violet dripping from fluttering wings and tresses from head to toe.

And at the center of it all, Red’s smile lingered, sealing her sight once more—content.

End Note:

Unedited Draft of [25/02/2025]

I'm back y'all! 🥳

For a short while at least. 🥹

I might've gone overboard writing the descriptions for this one. 😅 I'm not so sure on how well I am at describing action sequences, I still want to add them, so I'm learning as I go! 🫡 And so sorry if the magical anatomical sequence felt like a lesson, it's definitely NOT a real-life lesson okay? Please note the ✨️fantasy✨️-elements!

I'm already out of ideas on what more to edit to make this chapter better, so let me know your thoughts on this! 🥰

And just for clarification, what I want to depict for Red's fighting style is not true swordmanship. Igris stated that her moves are more theatrical, not efficient. The butterflies are not meant to surpass the shadows in direct combat, with few exceptions. They can hold their ground long enough if push comes to shove. 🦋💀

As for Red's dance-based fighting style, I would like to add that it will not be copy-paste Cha Hae-in's. I would like to think Hae-in's is like "she fights like she dances", while what I want for Red's is more like "she uses dances to fight". This will correlate to Red's other title by the system that will be revealed in the future, but what I can say now is that Red won't have or in any way take Hae-in's title. Our lovely Hae-in will still be the only one nicknamed "The Dancer" as she deserves, and I will NOT take that away from her 😤❤️

I also took my chance on writing Igris' backstory from what we know of him right now, mainly from the brief info I got from reading the Solo Leveling: Arise wiki, so plus some creative liberties to match the story. I DO NOT play the game—interested, but don't exactly have the time to try it out—so feel free to send corrections if I got any info wrong. 🙏

Anyone interested in theorizing what's up with Red and Igris? 🤭

Also, I mentioned 3 new humanoid butterflies here with more physical decriptions than the rest, but still less than the leaders of kaleidoscopes (the main 8 butterflies, i.e. Red, 'Bel', Trick, Neonie, Blanche, Sol, Gale, & Aria).

The 3 mentioned here—

Auburn-haired, green eyes, with olive skin;

Ravenette, hazel eyes, with brown skin;

White hair, red eyes, albino

—are meant to be background characters kinda easter egg. So, for funsies, can any of you figure out which 3 shadows soldiers these butterflies are supposed to be counterparts of?

Hint: They are only mentioned in the Solo Leveling anime's media, as far as I know. 🤔

And last but not least, in celebration of this chapter being Red-centric, a dear friend of mine and fellow beloved Reader of Trial Player AU, @eternadreeblissa, who somehow predicted this chapter being Red-centric (just kidding, but it's still very good timing since I don't remember ever spoiling her on this chapter until AFTER she sent her gift), sent me this absolutely fucking gorgeous panel of Red from Chapter 20 😍

I'm dying from happiness ASDFGHJKL

Boo, I love you so much. ❤️❤️❤️

Please check it out y'all! And better yet, check out her blog, her arts are so 🩷❤️🖤

Feedbacks are very much appreciated. Thank you for reading. 🙏💕