#you CAN write both plot heavy and yandere

[disorganizedkitten]

We are NOT admitting defeat. But I do now have three fics that have more plot than they were supposed to so it's BACK TO THE DRAWING BOARD

[leth-writes]

Some thoughts about Tim and the Batfam

SUMMARY: just thinking about Tim and the batfam

WARNINGS: 18+ as always on my blog, though the work is safe for work. Typical yandere shenanigans. HEAVY discussion of drugging and taking away of autonomy.

MASTERLIST: https://www.tumblr.com/leth-writes/757800060720496640/requests-open?source=share 

Requests are open!

Tim is a really interesting person, in general. I’m just obsessed with the idea of him drugging a darling, just keeping them all pliant and sleepy and curled up in his bed, even if he’s platonic. 

He spends a lot of time just…watching you, whether that be through cameras or in real life.

You never find the cameras, even though you know they’re there. If you asked him, he wouldn’t deny it. Why would he? There’s nothing you could do about it, and he honestly doesn’t trust your opinions on your own safety. Tim views you as quite innocent and naive, and that’s part of why he spends so much time building a little cocoon in the bed for you to curl up in, your soft snuffles just barely moving the light sheet he’s laid around you.

Just. UGH. I think at first he’d drug your food.

But you start noticing, and you start avoiding food. This sets the rest of the batfam off; is TIm not taking care of you properly?!

(They sometimes talk about you like a pet. It’s weird. You’ve learned not to mention it.)

In response, you’re tied down with soft satin straps and drugged out of your mind through an IV. You’re on an all-liquid diet, practically seeing stars. Tim doesn’t need you conscious or coherent, just safe from harm, after all.

I could even see him putting you in a temporary coma, at least until the heat from your kidnapping dies down. 

I can’t get  over the idea of you just. Trusting him so much, so naively, and he’s just. Fucking drugging your hot chocolate to get you to the manor, he knows if he doesn’t then Jason will and Jason won’t be as gentle about it.

UGH just imagine him doing those exercises every day with you to keep your muscles from atrophying AGHHHH

You wake up afterwards, it’s dark and your mouth is dry. You try to sit up- and you can’t. You’re too weak, too tired from the still-present drugs coursing through your veins. It’s then you see a bright flash, illuminating the corner and it’s FUCKING TIM JUST STANDING THERE

He uses his best camera, just dedicates it to pictures of you, creates an album.

He shows it to everyone else, they’re all cooing and aweing and you’re just sitting there like HELLO PLEASE LET ME LEAVE 🙁

Eventually he might even give you a bit of a choice. You can eat the food, or you can get an injection. When you take the injection you lose an entire day of time, and who knows what the FUCK happened? (nothing, Tim just. Spent most of the day working, occasionally taking the time to brush a hand over your face, just gently tracing your features.)

The others start to get annoyed Tim’s hogging you, and he gets you a wheelchair. You’re too weak, too drugged to be able to move yourself around, and he somehow manages to put some sort of thing on the wheels that lock if you try to go out the door. Like the fucking Grocery Carts.

He starts wheeling you around, letting you see the garden and the birds and Batcow. You spend a lot of time in the library with Alfred the cat curled in your lap, purring as you try to follow the plot of a simple book, your eyes too blurry to see the words properly.

Jason’ll read to you, he likes the bonding time. Plus, your eyes can’t really focus on anyone’s face too long, so he doesn’t have to worry about you being scared by the scars ripped into his skin by his death.

Cass’ll roll you into her studio, prop you against the wall, and just do a stunning routine. Unfortunately you can’t see it very well, and you clap really slowly because your hands feel like they’re filled with lead. She appreciates the effort.

Dick eventually takes over your stretches, though he does sometimes have to fight Bruce for the right. Both love helping you gently stretch out your limbs, admiring the shaking that only comes from intense effort. You’re cute, like a newborn lamb.

It’s infuriating watching Dick do all these complicated moves, while you can barely lift your head, but oh well, they’re so happy you’re here!!

Damian treats you like a younger sibling, even though you’re significantly older than him. He adores having this position of power over you, and abuses it to spend most of his time with you just. Showing you his animals. Titus is practically your emotional support dog at this point, and he trains Ace to be your guard dog.

Bruce loves having you curled up in the office, snoring slightly on the couch, as he slowly wades his way through work. He’ll throw a blanket over you, even as you whimper and shy away from the food he’s hand-feeding you. You aren’t allowed to feed yourself anymore, hell you can barely lift your hand to your mouth.

You eventually get used to spending all your time just. Hanging around, sleeping and letting everyone else do everything for you.

[yanderenightmare]

do u have advive on making ur writing flow beautifully? Or how to put the vision into worde? Whenever I read ur work I just go "wow it's so beautiful, how can i write like that?"

Also, do u plan ur work beforehand or do u just go with the flow?

On Writing Vision & Voice

Thank you! And splendid question!

♡ How I Get Started

Usually, I’ve had an idea beforehand. It doesn’t have to be anything big, just a teensy little daydream, or something I’ve seen or read that’s inspired me. 

For example, for PIECE OF CAKE, I simply had the thought of a yandere forcing the reader to eat cake. It wasn’t much on its own, but then I got started on creating a narrative around that, filling in the gaps of why he would do that and how they would come to that. And voila, I suddenly had both a fleshed-out character and a plot going on.

Other times, I suddenly get this entire dialogue sequence out of nowhere. This usually happens when I’m lying awake in bed, or sitting in my thoughts on the train for longer periods, or anywhere where the only thing I have to occupy myself is daydreaming. Here, I usually just jot down the dialogue and whatever tiny cues I picture in my head, and leave it for later. Then later,  I fill in all the actions, thought processes, and scene descriptions whenever I’m better situated to write it all out.

You can really tell when one of my works has been based on dialogue first or simply an idea, as those texts based on dialogue are very dialogue-heavy, whereas those based on lone ideas rarely have any at all. 

Take, for example, GAMER-RAGE, which was based on an idea I got from watching a YouTube streamer called Asmongold. It has little to no dialogue, even though it’s one of my longer texts. Then take this fic called LOOSE SCREWS. You’ll notice it’s almost purely dialogue from start to finish, and that’s because it essentially started off as a script.

Other times, when I’m all out of ideas or dialogue, I’ll kickstart myself with a prompt, typically just a word or concept, like VIRGIN BOY or BRUISER BOYFRIEND, where I’ll just sit and see what comes to mind. 

Here’s a General Prompt List you can check out, and here’s another NSFW-oriented one. There are dozens of others out there for you to use when you’re feeling a little sapped for inspo.

In this edition of the Helpdesk, I write a bit more on getting inspired: On Ideas & Inspo.

♡ My Writing Style

How to make things flow? 

Well, it’s a complicated question since it boils down to quite a few things. Wording is one, sentence structure is another, then there’s point of view, and my authorial choices of what to include as well as when, where, and how I include it.

I explain a bit about wording in this previous Helpdesk edition called Vocabulary Tips & Tricks. I also explain a few things about point of view and authorial choices in this edition, On Focal Points & The Power of Persuasion, and this one, On Scene Descriptions. More on point of view is also discussed in this edition, On Reader Inserts.

All these things factor into how the entire text flows. But I suppose I can give a few tips on flow overall.

The first and easiest tip is to write straightforwardly from your head—don’t get hung up on spelling or grammar in the first run, just write what you instinctively see of the scene in question. This way, you’ll only be including what stands out and is important. It’s not important that the text is understandable or even readable to others; all you have to focus on are the core elements of the scene. Not to be confused with the core plot points, core elements can be anything you want to focus on, from a certain emotion, a certain action, a certain dialogue sentence, a certain angle, or whatever the idea rests on.

In the next round, you read and implement other things you think should be included. Here, you should assume the position of an unbiased reader. So, anything anyone wouldn’t understand, you explain by including more descriptions, such as actions, thoughts, and surroundings.

In the third round, you reread and start to change things up. Here, it can be helpful to mark things in red. This would be anything you feel disrupts the flow. Is there anywhere in the text where the vibe is off, or anything that reads as boring, anything that stunts the action where it shouldn’t? Anything at all where something sticks out or does something to the reading experience that it shouldn’t, mark it as red. This also includes anything you just don’t like, obviously.

And then, in the fourth round, you work on fixing those things. See if they can be deleted, or if you can move them someplace else, phrase it differently or more concisely, leave it to be read between the lines instead. 

This can be hard. Sometimes I’ll write descriptions that I really like, but end up needing to scrap them because they don’t do anything for the text. Rather, the opposite, they disrupt the flow.

This type of self-editing was referred to by William Faulkner as Kill your darlings. And it basically means that you have to erase parts of your writing or certain ideas that stand in the way of the big picture, even though you hold love for them.

What I like to do though, to make the process easier for myself and so that I don’t feel like I’m actively throwing parts of myself into the furnace, is to save all those things I cut from the text and store them in their own document so that I might make use of them differently some other time.

But anyway, back to the process.

At this point, you should just repeat rounds three and four until you feel you’ve achieved a nice flow.

After doing things for some time, it integrates itself into your writing method, and you start doing it instinctively without thinking. As I work now, I simply write and reread a few times, making changes as I go. But if I were to break it up, then this four-step routine is essentially what I do.

Hope it helps!

♡ NIGHTMARE'S HELPDESK

[lunarmoves]

shay's writing commissions!

CURRENT STATUS: OPEN

SLOTS FILLED: 0 out of 4

hey guys! i've decided to open commissions to help me fund my venture to graduate school! i will be opening 4 slots at a time, depending on the word count requests i receive. they will be done on a first come, first serve basis through tumblr dm and paid for through ko-fi or paypal. the options i'm offering are for one-shots and a wip sponsorship. more details are below the cut!

one-shots:

these will be fics following either a prompt or a detailed request supplied by you! the maximum word count i am willing to write is 12k. all fics will be [character] x reader/self-insert and will be written in second (or third, if that is your preference) person. they will also be completely non-gender (no pronouns used in fic) unless specified otherwise.

pricing:

↬ 500 words -> $10 ↬ 1,000 words -> $20 ↬ 1,500 words -> $30 ↬ 2,000 -> $40 ↬ 2,500 -> $50 ↬ 3,000 -> $60 ↬ 3,500 -> $70

....and so on.

note: if i go above the word count for whichever commission is purchased, i will not charge for it! :)

fandoms + characters i will write for:

↬ fnaf -> sun, moon, eclipse (NOT tsams nor sun x moon) ↬ pressure -> sebastian solace ↬ bnha -> bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku ↬ lego monkie kid -> sun wukong, six-eared macaque

i am open to writing canon-compliant fics, my own aus, or your own aus, not anyone else's. details regarding any au will be properly hashed out through dm :)

will write:

↬ fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, horror, comedy ↬ suggestive/implied themes ↬ romantic or platonic relationships ↬ major character death, mild violence, mild body horror/gore ↬ light yandere, obsessive/possessive behavior ↬ predator/prey dynamics (if i have written it on my blog, it is safe to request!)

won't write:

↬ infidelity ↬ heavy nsfw/smut ↬ minor/adult relationships, underage ↬ incest ↬ offensive themes, bigotry

if you are uncertain as to what i will/won't write, don't hesitate to ask! i am always down to negotiate.

how it works:

↬ if you are interested in commissioning me for a one-shot, please send me a tumblr dm so we can hash out details (i.e. length, plot, themes, etc). if the slots have been filled already or i am busy working on other commissions, i will inform you and place you on a waitlist! once a slot opens, i will contact you to see if you still want a commission.

↬ through dm, supply me with the prompt/detailed request and we will work through ideas together as i make an outline. afterwards, i will send you the outline, and upon getting your stamp of approval (following any edits), i will start on your fic! if you're unsure about specific details for the fic, no worries; i am totally okay with writing to my own whims if you'll let me c:

↬ once i have started on your commission, please send me half of the payment through ko-fi or paypal. the rest will be requested once the fic is finished, and then i will send you it either by posting it on tumblr (with your permission) or as a pdf via email (or both!)

↬ please be patient with me once i have started writing your commission! if i have not gotten back to you at all after 5 days, feel free to reach out for an update! i will provide you with daily updates regardless, but in the event that i forget, don't be scared to give me a little nudge!

wip sponsorship:

additionally, via tumblr dm, you may choose any of my wips to 'sponsor' along with a word count of your choosing, and i will add it to the most recent chapter currently being worked on. prices for word counts are the same as the ones listed under 'one-shots'.

once i have confirmed the wip and have started writing (given that i am not busy with other commissions), please send me half of the payment through ko-fi or paypal. the latter half will be requested once i have added the full amount of requested words (which i will confirm with a screenshot of the document's word count).

once the full payment is received, i will share what i have written with you! this will be done in an ask that you must send me (anonymous or not). if you wish for it to remain private, let me know in said ask and i will answer it privately (note: you will have to be off anon for me to answer in private).

the wips in question are:

who i see, looking back at me (sebastian solace x reader) ↬ current wc (ch5): 1,345 out of ~10,000

love from the other side (of the apocalypse) (dca x reader) ↬ current wc (ch2): 9,024 out of ~25,000

through pixel eyes (dca x reader) ↬ current wc (ch3): 1,904 out of ~5,000

these summer nights (dca x reader) ↬ current wc (ch3): 1,900 out of ~10,000

[on my alt blog, sipsteainanxiety]:

holding out (just for you) (bakugou x reader) ↬ current wc (ch4): 6,434 out of ~15,000

and i give my all (to you) (bakugou x reader) ↬ current wc (ch2): 2,905 out of ~8,000

(total word counts are estimated and may likely increase or decrease since i have a tendency to incorrectly judge how long my fics will actually be lol)

if you want to be credited as a sponsor/supporter when the fic eventually gets posted (either with your blog tagged, a name, or simply as 'anonymous'), please let me know through dm!

in a similar vein, if there have been any ideas or drabbles i've thrown out on my blog that you are interested in seeing me elaborate on, you may request that as well via dm! (i.e. bleeding wires au, cursed dolls au, dca alien au, any dca mer aus, falling in a forest au, etc). it will be considered as a 'one-shot', with the same pricing listed above.

note: some of those ideas/drabbles i do intend to eventually write as long-fics. you may request specific scenes of those wips or for me to simply start writing them. while i will share what i have written with you, i cannot guarantee that i will still continue to work on those wips afterwards. this also applies to the multi-chaptered wips listed above.

extra information:

↬ you can request to be listed as 'anonymous' should your commission be posted to tumblr.

↬ please try not to cancel your commission after i've started writing it; i will not be giving a refund at this point, especially since the outline will have been written and the first half of payment sent to me.

↬ commissions for requested one-shots will not be posted on ao3. wip sponsorships, however, will be on ao3 (and tumblr) for the associated fic (if it's one of my current multi-chapter fics) should i finish the chapter(s).

↬ if anything is too confusing or unclear, feel free to send me an ask or dm to clarify!

you can always support me without putting in a commission on ko-fi as well! c: thanks for reading! <3

[screeching-bunny]

Love your stuff! Glad you’re back! Can I request what would happen if Yandere King met a specifically female reader who was thrilled to start a family with him, and give him loads of children? (I like babies…) BUT!!! Plot twist!!! Reader mostly fell in love with Yandere King first because he looked like her deceased lover (but overtime, she did love Yandere King as his own person and not as a replacement)

I think children from yandere relationships shouldn’t be punished from their parents messed up coupling. It’d be even cuter though if the children had a platonic/familial type of yandere love for mommy reader though ;)

Yandere! King x Female Reader Asks 2

Warnings: Obsessive Behavior, Yandere Thoughts, Bad Writing, Stalking, Reader is specifically going to be Female in this post!!!

Ask 1

You had always believed that love transcended time and space. It was a chilly autumn afternoon when you visited the local park, a place that had once been a sanctuary for you and your beloved partner who had tragically passed away three years ago. The fallen leaves crunched beneath your feet as you strolled along the familiar path, lost in the melancholy memories that this place held. As you approached the old oak tree, a place where you both had often sat, yourheart skipped a beat. There, under the dappling shade, sat a man who bore an uncanny resemblance to your former lover. His tousled glowing hair, the way he held his book, and even the way he smiled, it was as if your lover had been reincarnated.

With your breath caught in your throat. You hesitated, your emotions a whirlwind of hope and disbelief. Could it be him? You drew closer, unable to tear her gaze away from this stranger who looked so much like the love of your life. Your mind raced, trying to come to terms with the impossible. As you approached your heart bursted with disappointment the minute you heard him speak.

“What’s a beautiful woman like you doing here all alone?”

It wasn’t him, just an imposter that looked eerily similar to him. With a heavy heart you chose to engage into conversation with this man. As time went on you soon learn that he isn’t from this country but was on here for a business trip. He was a charming man and as time went on the both of you would often meet up to talk together and hang out around each other. Something that you noticed was that everytime the two of you met up his eyes would light up and he’d always stare at you with attentive eyes. You knew it was wrong to use a stranger to cope with the loss of your former lover but you couldn’t help it.

Some notable things about him was that he would get rather possessive of you when you were around other people and would often berate the people you were around but you turned a blind eye to all his red flags. Everytime you looked at him you were always reminded of your deceased partner. Whenever you saw this you would always secretly whisper in your heart that he was him. When his business trip in the country was finished he asked you to marry him and due to your grieving heart to nobody’s surprise you said yes. When it was later revealed that he was the king of a foreign land you held little to no reaction. You continued to delude yourself that he was your past lover. In summary this is probably how that conversation went:

“I know we only met a few months ago but let's get married. Also I'm the king of some faraway country.”

“K bet.”

As you and Yandere! King spent more time together, you found yourself growing fond of his personality and his affection for you. You found solace in being by his side and you were slowly able to let go of the pain caused by your ex lovers death. It wasn’t long until you got pregnant and gave birth to your first son. Currently he was around the age of eight years old and was always attached to you by the hip.

—

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the backyard. In the fading light you could see your son crouched by the edge of the garden, his small fingers carefully tending to a row of delicate, vibrant tulips. You watched him for a moment, your heart swelling with pride. At eight years old, your son had a deep connection with nature that fascinated you. He often spent hours in the garden, talking to the flowers as if they were his closest friends. His bright eyes sparkled with curiosity, and his hair danced in the breeze as he worked.

“Mom,” He called, looking up and flashing a toothy grin, “I think these tulips are just as pretty as you!”

You couldn’t help but smile. “Can you bring out your father? I’m sure he’d like to spend time with us too.”

“Sure.” His smile wavers slightly.

As he made his way inside, the once angelic demeanor he had quickly changed into something more sour. Something that almost everyone notices is that he is only kind when he is with you. His personality changes drastically whenever he is out of your vicinity. He’ll never let you know this though because he wants to maintain his good image in front of you. His face showed slight scowl as he made his way towards the office of his father. He enters the office of his father and initiates conversation.

(with a sneer) “Mother would like you to join us. Please don’t come.”

“I’ll be coming out right now to join you two.”

[k-aemi]

rules&masterlist !

address me as Mui for this blog. proceed if youd like at your own risk.

still learning how tumblr posting works and how to write.

my requests are always happen. i see a lot of anons asking 🥰.

rules ┊ ➶ ｡˚ °

i'll probably prioritize dark content. if youre not a fan please block my page and dont interact with me as i will write disgusting things. (piss kink)

i can write subby or dom rrader, goes both ways. 🥰

my writing is inconsistent, i could write fluff, dark, or smut.

everyone is implied aged up.

my reader will always be female, afab.

im sorry to say this but i will only write mlw and no trans because i doubt my ability to write them good so sorry.

characters i can try to write for: suggest any and ill try my best to characterize them as is.

please be specific while writing requests, add parings, scenario, and plot, and add what kind of kinks would you like included.

check my masterlist before requesting, there may be something similar to your request

i do not do character x character, but could multiple characters x yn.

what i do not write for: age play, furry, pedophilia, gore, scat, whatever im not comfortable with! (piss kink is alright.) just make sure to state specifically what you want.

masterlist ┊ ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳

Genshin Impact: (genshin ones r a bit outdated and cringe 😔)

multiple characters:

feather play smut

scaramouche:

good girl smut

needy smut

jealousy smut

purity smut

kazuha:

only mines yandere themes, lil smut in mid

curves smut

did you cum yet? smut

xiao:

you thought? smut

albedo:

behave for me, will you? smut

Blue Lock:

doctors note. part 1

cute/funny moments with the boys

eating their asses out. smut

twt porn links.

isagi yoichi:

riding him as he tries to get you off smut noncon

use your thighs baby. smut

baby please let me. smut

nagi seishiro:

double whammy. smut

my sugar baby smut

two better than one. smut

its not that deep angst/fluff

big brother nagi using his little sister as a girlfriend smut/dubcon.

reo mikage:

double whammy. smut

two better than one. smut

lets make a deal. smut

itoshi rin:

progression. smut

told you to wait for me. smut

listen to nii-chan sis. smut

see me for me. smut, angst

it’ll all be over soon. smut

him having nosebleeds when having sex with you smut.

itoshi sae:

progression. smut noncon

listen to nii-chan sis. smut noncon

100 apologies for you. smut/slow burn

hiori yo:

a little blood wont hurt right? smut period sex.

kaiser michael:

meine süße schwester. smut brother!kaiser/dub

heavy love. smut chubby!reader x brother!kaiser/face sitting

handle me however you want. smut prisoner!kaiser

prisoner!kaiser part 2 smut

ness alexis:

i dont care, im in love. smut brother!ness/noncon

small cock ness smut

shidou ryusei:

youre weak its amusing smut bully!shidou/noncon

karasu tobito:

how lucky i am smut noncon

[spaceless-vacuum]

Salutations! I was wondering if you are up to writing another Yandere Ganondorf. I previously read one you wrote, where Ganondorf tries to romance an heir to a small kingdom, and I was wondering if you are willing to write another with a similar plot. I quite like how the reader gives in to Ganondorf to save their people from ‘war’, but I would like to see how Ganon would react if he was denied. I would like to see the reader as cold and wary of Ganon’s attention and honesty and preferring to prepare for war instead of allowing Ganon the pleasure of their hand. Scared that they would be hurt if they fall to Ganondorf’s whims, even telling it to his face before abruptly leaving. It would be nice to see it! Thank you and have a pleasant day!

Ganondorf by nature is a very wise and cunning man. Every action he makes is carefully planned out and he is being heavy handed for a reason. He knows that this is the easiest way he can get what he wants from you. If he pushes the people above you, you'll have no choice but to bend the knee. Your refusal to bend not only makes him want you more because it makes you a tougher catch, but it also shows you're not simply willing to bend to him. That protective spark shows up and he both wants to take you away from the people who would withhold your freedom from you and give you to him; and he wants to help them push you further to him. He plays both sides of the field and will win either way. In his eyes it's all a matter of time. You have nowhere to run. If nothing else works he'll just run through your kingdom with an army but that is hardly any fun, and you need a reminder that he knows more than you do about this.

He gains a rush by being able to force others to bend to his power. It proves to him that he is above everyone and while he wants you to submit he also really enjoys it when you don't. Something about a defiant streak really just proves to him that he made a great choice in his darling.

Ganondorf isn't known for being a kind ruler or even a kind man to those who oppose him. He is willing to steal from anyone and will kill people for simple insults and it's clear he doesn't care for the lives of anyone in your kingdom. It wouldn't be hard to rally the people to your cause. You could even convince some senators as well, but by the time you speak to them you're going to realise that Ganondorf already has approached them. He's no stranger to the darker sides of people's hearts, he is a demon's rage reincarnated, they deal in sweet but evil packages, and he knows how to worm evil into people's hearts. He has spies in your walls and they are more than willing to help if the price is right.

They won't leave with their heads and if you suggest for it he will happily execute all those worthless worms who would dare sell you out. Anyone who stands by you is a threat- but anyone who sells you out is dead.

The whole time this is going on he's dancing around the topic of marriage and why he wants your hand. The way he dances around it to your face doesn't stop him from being heavy handed. You're blunt and not afraid of speaking your mind. He loves the way you're not afraid of him. You don't hide what you're thinking or how you feel just to appease him. It doesn't stop him from pulling you into his lap, sending you gifts, giving you clothes that are only suited for his homeland, requesting you come home with him, or even saying to your face what it is he wants to do with you once this game is over. He enjoys it more because you're willing to stand up to him and call him out on how his actions are inappropriate.

Ganondorf loves the chase and the thrill of the hunt and you darling, will make a magnificent prize once your kingdom is set to sorrow. Losing their ruling family will be such a loss. Especially once the kingdom's heir is taken from them. He doesn't want to hurt you but he does want you to come at least somewhat willingly. Even if that means war he will certainly do that. It would set him back a bit to do so but he's done more for less. 

The people of your country think you're so strong and kind hearted to stand up against him. You had to outmanoeuvre him without giving yourself up, which is hard to do against a man who is used to getting what he wants through both brute force and cunning.

Offering him a slap to the face, metaphorically and possible literally, was expected but he will make you pay for that. He enjoys a feisty prize but he can't stand to appear weaker and will have to teach you a lesson. probably by killing your people and blaming it all on you. He won't play fair and once he has you in his arms. Rubbing your loss in your face while talking about how this all could have been avoided if only you let him step on you to get what he wants.

He hates being bored so having a chase is good for him. He still showers you in gifts and takes you out to show you off but having to plan out ways to keep you by his side by force or manipulated compliance is such a threat to his ego. The goal is to one day have you as a loving spouse he can dote on but for now all of this political talk will keep him happy. For now. 

Being able to see you all warmed up to him after the years of backlash will warm his heart…just a little. Now he just has to convince you to let him start a family.

taglist: @monkeyking-and-liuer-mate

[respawned-dove]

Are you comfortable writing yandere Heavy headcanons with a male reader whos the enemy's team Medic? 🏨

Of course, anon! Enjoy some BLU Heavy content, though you can read it as RED if you wish. This is somewhat a fic and somewhat headcanons, I lost the plot somewhere apparently.

yandere! Heavy x male! Medic! Reader

[CW: obsessive thoughts/behaviour, violence, drugging, rape, NSFW scenes, alcohol/drinking]

Heavy doesn't have interest in most people. He's quiet in the corner most times, uninvolved in the action. Though he usually has an amused smile to give his own team's antics, he prefers to keep his distance. He listens and watches as both teams move around him, in battle and out. But really, all he cares to note is whether they're alive or dead, and whether it's someone he's hired to enact violence on. And he loves violence. The battlefield is his zone, the one place he feels like he can do what he was made for. And the battlefield is also where he met you.

His owns team's Medic is someone who has his respect and his friendship, and he can instantly note the same traits in you. Violence, sadism, and the ability to outsmart even bullets. He doesn't get to actually examine you much, considering he's mostly focused on killing you. He starts to get... distracted. Which is confusing for him. Killing is one of his favourite things. Why would anything be more interesting during a fight? You are, nonetheless.

He's been watching you more than he has been killing you. He went to Ms. Pauling's office on the BLU base and looked at the files on you, only a few minutes of glancing lest it be suspicious. He's the only one who even knows the other team's files are in here. All the listening pays off once in a while. You have a nice face, he thinks. The thought warms him in a way that makes him set the file back in its place and leave it behind.

Seeking you out to kill becomes a fun hobby for him. He likes the way you flail. He likes the way you fight and fail. He likes the way you call for your team and no one comes for you. He likes the way you bleed. He likes the way you die. And honestly, he wishes that respawn would leave him with a scar or two from your bonesaw.

You're doing everything you can to avoid Heavy on the battlefield. You can't understand what's made him so aggressive towards you out of nowhere. Or why he smiles like- like that when he kills you. Basically everyone on that field is a sadist, true, but it looks a little too joyous. You don't like dying, who does, but it's not... terrible to be so easily manhandled like that.

It becomes more of a mutual game between you two. Cat and mouse, really. The mouse always loses in the end, and at this point you'd be lying if you said it wasn't exciting to lose. You can't help wondering if he's excited too, ripping you apart and throwing you around. His gun is barely involved anymore, he wants to have his bare hands on you when he hurts you.

You start finding gifts for you left at your base. Simple things that could be left by anyone - your favourite book or snack, a new set of expensive scalpels - yet no one on your team will admit to giving them. They joke about a secret admirer and try to get each other to fess up with playful violence. But nothing comes of it, you just grow accustomed to them

Heavy makes photocopies of your files. He reads and rereads them, no longer able to deny how obsessed with you he’s become. The photo of you sits hidden under his bedside lamp in his room on the base. He pulls it out at night to just stare at it in silence, contemplating. He plays the memories of you in his mind in the same way. Covered in blood, grinning as you kill or heal in the distance, beaten under his hands… He feels like his head will crack open if it becomes any more full of you.

You notice even more of an uptick in him hunting you down. Compensation for how distracting you've become to him. You can’t help but revel in the almost obsessive way you’ve begun fighting each other. Neither of you are helping your team properly like you should be. His touches as he holds you down become almost gentle before they rip you apart, touching you in places that would be inappropriate at best. You come out of respawn blushing and gasping, but you can’t see it being anything other than an accident, especially in this line of work.

Heavy can’t get rid of you. His mind is overtaken by thoughts of you. He can’t focus on his books and he’s lost all interest in his own team by now. Late at night, while failing to read, he pictures a life where you aren’t contracted into this job. Where he can have you without consequences and you want him the same. If he could have you, even just for a night, he thinks it might buff out the you-shaped hole in his brain. No, it can’t be real. If he has you it would have to be coerced out of you. It would need outside help, planning. If he wants to have you, it will have to be forced.

cont.

It's a seemingly genuine coincidence when you wind up at the same bar in town. You instantly see each other, and you both instantly go on guard. You hide in your drinks and try to look uninteresting. A strong hand taps you, gently, on the shoulder. You know it's him. Your mind replays every death at his hands at once for a moment, before you manage to turn around. Silent, he just looks at you. His lips are pursed as though deep in thought. He clears his throat but doesn't speak, instead holding out a drink to you. He bought two of the same one? As you stare at it blankly, he seems to become frustrated with your silence. "For you. Is just whiskey and coke." He sets it in front of you, and then he pulls out a chair at the bar beside you. With the amount of muscle and weight on him, you wonder for a moment how that stool can hold so much man. You ignore how it makes you sweat.

He's quiet. Doesn't even look at you, just swirls his drink in his glass. You swallow, dry mouthed, and look at him. "Why would I drink something you gave me?" you ask, suspicious. He smiles slightly, eyes closed as he lets out a small rumble of a laugh, pulling his fur lined vest closer to himself with his large hands. Just barely entertained. "Doctor," he says, "I am not paid to kill you right now. I do not like poison kill, anyway." You let out a nervous chuckle, because he's right. This isn't the battlefield. He doesn't have any reason to hurt you right now. You drink with him.

Actually, you maybe drink too much with him. But he's just as wasted, it seems. You both are loose lipped and talking far more than either of you do typically. Every team secret is fair game, it's like all the typical decorum between the teams falls away. Like you're normal people, meeting at a bar. He seems almost sleepy in his distance as the night goes on, soft and nervous expressions that look odd to you compared to the usual faces you've seen him make. He doesn't look harmful at all. A heavy haze of relaxation makes it all feel so nice. It makes your guard fall completely.

Heavy is watching you, even as he also drinks. He only has to drink for so long until the first drink's secret hits you. Flunitrazepam, as his own team's Medic recommended to him. Takes a minute, but you most likely won't even remember what happens to you. His own drinking is more to quell his nerves. He knows it's not practical to have your forever, as much as he finds himself wanting that, but this drug can give him the chance to have you for at least... one night.

The bar closes, and you try to stand up to head out, slurred voice trying to say farewell. Standing up out of your chair proves too challenging, and your legs are too weak to hold you, falling from under you as you gasp and get ready to hit the floor. Heavy catches you before you can, and you're limp against him for a moment as he sets you back on your feet with support of his heavy arm. "Doctor is too drunk," he says near your ear, a hot whisper. You blink to try and focus more, able to pull yourself to standing on your own with wobbling legs. "Ahah, a- a bit t-too drunk, yeah," you say, stumbling over your words. "I need to get- get back, now. I am... I am needed tomorrow o-on our base."

Heavy puts his arm back on you, under the guise of supporting you as you sway. His expression betrays nothing of how fast his heart is pounding. He's never been this close to you without killing you. You're more soft than he imagined, yet firm, and seem like you'd typically be very strong and steady. Right now you're weak, muscle tone basically at a zero, leaning directly against him like he's never hurt you in his life. "I get motel for you. Maybe... me too. Cannot drive." He says it so matter-of-factly that you find yourself nodding along. Your hands cling at the soft lined fur at the edges of his vest as he helps you get across the street. The walk is nothing but a blur of lights in your mind, neon to warm yellow to blips in darkness until your body hits a soft bed. You sigh dizzily, closing your eyes as your body sinks into the terrible motel bed. The overhead lights stay off above you, and everything is so... relaxing.

Heavy sits on the opposite bed for now, chin in his palm, watching you intensely. You're soft against the bed, doctor's coat splayed beneath you. He stands, the bed creaking enormously as his weight leaves it. Stepping over to you, his hand cups at your cheek, feeling your skin. Your eyes blearily open as he touches you. You manage a hum of confusion, trying and failing to sit up. "Shush," he mutters, pressing you back down with one hand. He squeezes your chest while it rests there, clenching his jaw as his eyes graze over you. His large fingers grasp at the buttons of your coat. You look down at him blearily, huffing out a heavy breath. You seem to at least be processing that something sensual is happening through the confusion.

Heavy carefully undoes the buttons. Your coat is maybe the one thing he won't rip apart. He wants your dignity in battle to remain in tact even if nothing else does. You're his favourite opponent. Pulling it off your arms, he touches the red insignia on the arm of the coat, smirking to himself. Your hand weakly comes up and grasps at his arm, barely certain if he's there, if this is a dream. Your touch is so weak he barely notices it.

The rest of your clothes are not as safe from his strength. He grips at your button up shirt and tears it open at the middle, the threads ripping slowly. He just wants to see your body. Feel your body. Maybe, just maybe, even see more of your blood. Heavy disposes of your pants in a similar way, the remains of them hanging on the ends of your legs. You definitely know something is happening, grunting at him and trying to turn yourself over. His hands hold you down as he gets onto the bed with you, your weights together on the cheap bed threatening to bend it in half. "Lay still, doctor," he orders. "Lay still." You breathe out shakily in your haze, teetering on unconsciousness as he gropes at your frame. His hand travels down to your crotch, large hands surrounding your soft cock. He just feels it, for a moment, breath deepening. You harden slightly in his hand, body responding naturally as it will. It makes his throat dry and his body hot. You're so small beneath him, and you aren't even a small person, really. You groan weakly, and the sound spurs him on further.

Heavy's hand surrounds your throat. At first, he massages at the delicate skin, feeling every muscle below roll under his finger pads. Then, he's squeezing. Too hard. You're too far from your team's respawn, and he can't kill you here. As he squeezes, you begin to wheeze, and your eyes open as much as they can. You try to speak to plead somehow, but it comes out as a breathy whimper. You claw at his arm, and even though you break his skin, it doesn't make him let go. His other hand grips both of your wrists and holds them above you. His eyes bore into yours for a moment as his hand squeezes the air from you. Just as you begin to turn red, he lets go. You draw in a weak, deep breath groaning. The now un-busy hand returns to your half hard cock, fondling it as he breathes heavily.

You're almost completely hard, even as out of it as you are, and that certainly doesn't help his own hard on. The haze over your vision makes everything that's happening confusing, but fingers that big inside you are not ignorable. Your slow breath hitches and your back bends upward. Heavy watches you through half lidded eyes, lips pressed together thinly. His free hand palms at the front of his pants and he grunts hotly. "Body," he mutters. "Doctor's body is perfect." His face is red as he runs his hand over your chest and arms, down your stomach to squeeze at your cock again. You're overwhelmed, panting slightly without fully understanding what's happening. But it feels good. You know that it feels good.

You can feel something wet press against your hole, dizzily raising your head to look down. Heavy brought lube. He isn't stupid, and he doesn't want to ruin your body too much. As he presses into you, his eyes won't leave your face. He strokes your cheek, pretending for a moment that this is consensual, real. That you're normal people already in a relationship with no contract work preventing you from being together like this. Moans that definitely sound consensual keep leaving your mouth as you writhe slightly under his grip. You're starting to slip out of the world, feeling warm, thick darkness overtaking your brain. The rest of the sex is a blur untouchable by your memory, except for how tight you're held as warmth floods inside of your body.

The next morning though, all of it is untouchable by your memory. You can remember going out drinking, and your clothes are half destroyed for a reason you can't place. Getting out of bed, your legs try to give out under you, deep pain from inside you causing them to shake. You can feel wetness on your thighs. You try to remember what happened. You can't remember what happened.

You're late to the base that day, and you get chewed out by basically everyone on your team. You can't take a day off for pain in a job like this, so to battle it is. Heavy watches you from a distance, trying to mentally be in the place where you were, the faux consensual situation that lived in his head. Nevertheless, he has to kill you. He kills you anyway, with bare hands, just to feel the touch of your skin. Just to let his obsession feel less real as you bleed under his fists.

[darkrpfinders]

🗝️⛓️ heya! 21+ writer (he/they) looking for other 21+ partners who are open for discord rp. i write third person adv-lit to novella but can do rapid fire replies if we want to get more dialogue in, although i love creating detail and imaginative scenes. celeb/actor and art fcs welcome, just no anime ones. all characters must be 18+.

looking for fandomless mxm or fxf, i prefer to write as the bottom however can be both sub or dom. id like the same from my partner. if mxm, i can do cis or include boypussy if you'd like. may be willing to do a mxf (with me as the f) if you can convince me. i favor writing characters that are complex, manipulative, morally grey villains and would love pairing them with muses who have the same fucked up mentality- no completely innocent muses, please! i want them to be as disgustingly toxic as possible. <3

i am huge on world building. i crave fleshed out plots that we collaborate on together, but am fine with heavy smut driven plots too. please be able to bounce off ideas! plotting is what makes rp fun in my opinion.

particularly interested in cult related themes, cirques, omegaverse, cryptids/monsters, yandere, anything dark and gritty. i will write things that involve religious trauma, mind break, cannibalism, heavy gore, cheating, erotic body horror, overall dark content.. you name it. ⚰️🕊️ encouraged. kink friendly, this can be discussed as well as limits.

i am very flexible with response times ic and can take anywhere from a few days to a few hours so don't feel too pressured. i've been there, i don't care, we all have lives outside of the computer screen.

please only reach out if you're looking for something long term and are willing to gush about our rp! im talking making playlists, pinterest boards, headcanons and more. im not asking to be your best friend, but i want to get invested and not feel like it's purely transactional. ooc chatter is 100% welcome- throw me all your jokes, ideas and stupid scenarios and possible future ideas for the rp. ramble about your obsessions, talk to me about your day, confide in me all your dark secrets, i'm here for it. we're in this for the long run, might as well get along? :)

like this post and i will get back to you!

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[idlescara]

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WHAT I WILL WRITE

— poly ships (4 maximum; including reader), ftm/afab!reader, select dead dove: do not eat tropes, a/b/o / omegaverse, trans characters

— male character x male/gn!reader, female character x ftm/afab!reader, male character x ftm/afab!reader x female character, child/teen!reader

— nsfw (including aged up minor characters), select kinks, yandere!character & yandere!reader (nothing extreme)

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE

— fem!reader, female character x male/amab!reader, male character x female character (ex. gojo x shoko, only exception is tanaka x kiyoko)

— ships not including reader, heavy/detailed gore, vore/cannibalism, and more. if a request has something i will not write that is not listed above i will make note of it.

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[snownflowersky]

BSD and Lily Everett! fem!Y/n/reader

TW/CW: suicidal, overdoses, SA, my AU, abuse, manipulative, yandere(?), plot, isekai, reincarnation, Human trafficking(slightly in story of y/n), wrong words, and something idk

Description by the writer: I make this for uhh I don't know why write it. But, I wanted to make y/n as a "suffering character" and new story. Lily is my favorite character:3 she has the same as my personality and something shared with me. Yes, and English is my second language😭 I hope you can enjoy it(?) I try to best explain, if you don't mind me. My post by my 12-year-old kid who wrote the story of y/n, If i grow up, i hope i see this and happiness in my face(?). I wanna be a writer, but my parents want me to be a doctor.

AU: You are reincarnated as a forgotten and abandoned character at the same time. You are in the body of a woman with no role and no name. You're a 24-year-old woman with a beautiful and charming. have a role to die. But you try to do everything for survival, you met the life. It was rather heavy with extremely depressing.

You are a step/foster sister, you knowing you're not bloodline, you just adopted by your parents. Your real mother is selling you to the foster parents for money. You have a foster two brothers, Second elder brother is tsudere with a toxic relationship but loves you and older brother is yandere and creep siscon, he always manipulating others and you, once he touches your hair and said you are his. Your foster father is hated you and abuse you until you get traumatized. You accepted this marriage for the sake of yor family, your husband is hated you and not interested in you. whose family is falling down, had no intention of accepting you. Your older brother tell you to use your charming in your husband. You just do follow. You and him hate each other, and your family sucks as is per usual. Both of them get engaged to each other, and you falls in love with your husband the first time he visits your family's domain; but then gets abused when they finally live together, with your husband's aunt gas-lighting and manipulating your husband into hating you more.

You just lived every single day as though you was dead, waiting for the day that you and your husband get divorced… Then, one day, he suddenly lost his memories. To be more exact, only memories of you had been wiped clean from his mind.

And it seems like this amnesiac husband somehow fell in love with you…

“My dear… I’m really, really happy that you’re my wife.”

Who is this… this puppy-like man…?

Isn’t he the same man who bares his teeth at you every time he sees you?

“Once you remember everything, you’re going to regret it all. You’re being so nice to me like this…”

“No, I won’t. Not even a little bit.”

Haa. Seriously… He talks to you so sweetly now, but this will definitely turn into a shameful past that he’d come to regret later on. After he recovers his memories, you know for sure that you husband will finally push ahead with the divorce.

You should prepare for it in advance. A moment, you started a divorcing with him, and you has a plan for escaping with your best friend and runaway together.

At least, you traveling to nationals and arriving in Yokohama, Japan. You and your best friend got new life, you arriving in the apartment with your best. But, you can feels the someone watches you always.

You works as the owner of bakery and make a little farm in behind bakery. But in longer time, suddenly your best friend started to disappear even you finds your best friend. You call the police but no information about her while they investigate...

One day, you met your Second elder brother, he pinned you against the wall and them you two get argue, you use your skill calling "fake death""(you use it at all time most) You pretended to faint, but in reality, you almost died too. Suddenly, you get help by someone and awaken met the characters.. at the same time, you remember in previous life, you watched the Bungou Stray Dogs anime.

Her habit; Y/n have been through so much that she take sleeping pills that are highly toxic, just to sleep but don't care if they reduce her life span.

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(Uhh how I call.. I don't know how calling it😭 but relationship? Maybe)

(Unfinished)

[unholytrinityrpf]

🐾🧑‍🧑‍🧒‍🧒🩸 heya! 21+ writer (he/they) looking for other 21+ partners who are open for discord rp. i write third person adv-lit to novella but can do rapid fire replies if we want to get more dialogue in, although i love creating detail and imaginative scenes. celeb/actor and art fcs welcome, just no anime ones. all characters must be 18+.

looking for fandomless mxm or fxf, i prefer to write as the bottom however can be both sub or dom. id like the same from my partner. if mxm, i can do cis or include boypussy if you'd like. may be willing to do a mxf (with me as the f) if you can convince me. i favor writing characters that are complex, manipulative, morally grey villains and would love pairing them with muses who have the same fucked up mentality- no completely innocent muses, please! i want them to be as disgustingly toxic as possible. <3

i am huge on world building. i crave fleshed out plots that we collaborate on together, but am fine with heavy smut driven plots too. please be able to bounce off ideas! plotting is what makes rp fun in my opinion.

particularly interested in cult related themes, cirques, omegaverse, cryptids/monsters, yandere, anything dark and gritty. i will write things that involve religious trauma, mind break, cannibalism, heavy gore, cheating, erotic body horror, overall dark content.. you name it. ⚰️🕊️ encouraged. kink friendly, this can be discussed as well as limits.

i am very flexible with response times and can take anywhere from a few days to a few hours so don't feel too pressured. i've been there, i don't care, we all have lives outside of the computer screen.

please only reach out if you're looking for something long term and are willing to gush about our rp! im talking making playlists, pinterest boards, headcanons and more. im not asking to be your best friend, but i want to get invested and not feel like it's purely transactional. ooc chatter is 100% welcome- throw me all your jokes, ideas and stupid scenarios and possible future ideas for the rp. ramble about your obsessions, talk to me about your day, confide in me all your dark secrets, i'm here for it. we're in this for the long run, might as well get along? :)

like this post and i will get back to you!

If interested, please like this post. 🙏

[prpfz]

🗝️⛓️ heya! 21+ writer (he/they) looking for other 21+ partners who are open for discord rp. i write third person adv-lit to novella but can do rapid fire replies if we want to get more dialogue in, although i love creating detail and imaginative scenes. celeb/actor and art fcs welcome, just no anime ones. all characters must be 18+.

looking for fandomless mxm or fxf, i prefer to write as the bottom however can be both sub or dom. id like the same from my partner. if mxm, i can do cis or include boypussy if you'd like. may be willing to do a mxf (with me as the f) if you can convince me. i favor writing characters that are complex, manipulative, morally grey villains and would love pairing them with muses who have the same fucked up mentality- no completely innocent muses, please! i want them to be as disgustingly toxic as possible. <3

i am huge on world building. i crave fleshed out plots that we collaborate on together, but am fine with heavy smut driven plots too. please be able to bounce off ideas! plotting is what makes rp fun in my opinion.

particularly interested in omegaverse, cryptids/monsters, yandere, anything dark and gritty. on top of dead dove i will write things that involve religious trauma, mind break, cannibalism, heavy gore, cheating, erotic body horror, overall dark content.. you name it. i love large age gaps but adore mature muses all the same whether theyre the ones being adorned or need someone to spoil. dead dove encouraged with no limits aside from scat. love beastiality, incest, violence, breeding, noncon and feminization. kink friendly and this can be discussed if wanted.

i am very flexible with response times and can take anywhere from a few days to a few hours so don't feel too pressured. i've been there, i don't care, we all have lives outside of the computer screen.

please only reach out if you're looking for something long term and are willing to gush about our rp! im talking making playlists, pinterest boards, headcanons and more. im not asking to be your best friend, but i want to get invested and not feel like it's purely transactional. ooc chatter is 100% welcome- throw me all your jokes, ideas and stupid scenarios and possible future ideas for the rp. ramble about your obsessions, talk to me about your day, confide in me all your dark secrets, i'm here for it. we're in this for the long run, might as well get along? :)

like this post and i will get back to you!

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[malikselfindulgence]

WELCOME TO MY BLOG :33!! MOSTLY SELF-SHIP BLOCK IF YOU DON'T LIKE

Name: Malik/Rose

Pronouns: He/She/Star/neos

My pronouns page here!

Tag guide for my oc/self-ship tags here!

Would suggest going through the introduction tag for other important stuff!

Genderfluid/bigender and bisexual! :3

Asks and dms are always open! I love to chat about anything and everything!! :33

We are a system! Will refer to other headmates [Blaze mostly lol] sometimes, and if he posts on here it'll be under #blaze's yapping [Blaze uses he/xe/bun pronouns]

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!! [currently have a lot, pls stay patient with me >.>!]

Art + writing, more info under the cut!

Will do ocs x canon, canon x canon, characters or ocs on their own for art, but only x reader for writing! Poly relationships r also open 4 both!

How to make a request:

For art, just a character and prompt is good! If you're requesting an oc please attach a reference image. Can be characters on their own or with their friends, too, doesn't have to be just shipping! Im not good with animals or complicated designs so please bare with me </3

For writing, please specify the plot, romantic or platonic or familial and anything specific you'd like included. If reader's gender isn't written in the request they'll stay gender neutral with they/them pronouns

Preferably send requests through asks, but dms or replies or reblogs are fine too!! Please be patient with me- I'm the host dedicated to this blog, so I have to wait till I front in the body to write + post!

Things I WILL write:

Self harm comfort, depression/anxiety comfort, trans reader, dysphoria comfort, and you can always ask if you're not sure!

Things I WON'T write or draw:

Nsfw [suggestive is a-okay!], anything gore-heavy, any weird fetishes, yandere/non-con/stalking, mentions of eating disorders [gets me in a bad place mentally, I'm sorry!] and if I'm uncomfortable with a request I won't do it

DNI: basic DNI criteria, racists, neopronoun antis, proship, homophobic/transphobic/islamphobic, etc.

If anything's unclear you can send me an ask :33 pretty new to self-ship tumblr but I hope to have fun while I'm here!! My most common tags will be in this post for easy access. Thank you for reading!!

[on1knee4marksmen]

Ooo! This looks exciting! So, what do you write for? And what do you not write? (Platonic, angst, hurt, comfort, dark, yandere, agere, aus, what do you do or like to do? What do you not do?)

Hi Anon!

Okay so I was hoping to get to writing a masterpost where I specify this stuff (i didn't get to it💔), so I'm really glad you're asking!

I do write:

I like to write both platonic and romantic. My favourite to write would be fluff/comfort, but I also write angst/hurt. I haven't written any aus yet, but I'd love to try it out!

I'm also okay with writing anything trauma-related, especially if it's for a comfort fic. If that's the case I'll do my best to be as informed as possible if the scenario doesn't apply to me/ if it's a request about something I'm not familiar with. Remember, you're valid and I'll always be here to (do my best and) help with my writing, it's the least I can do <3

That being said...

I do not write:

NSFW (I'm comfortable with going as far as a suggestive make-out session lol)

Yandere

Kinks/Fetishes (heavy emphasis on DD/LG here)

Extensive gore (description of injuries for the sake of the plot is okay with me though)

If there's anything specific you'd like to know, just ask and I'll answer!

[mint-yooxgi]

{18} - Hotel California - Yandere!Demonic Entities!Ateez X Reader

Yandere AU & Demon AU - Based off of This ask and Hotel California by Eagles

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Fluff, Slight Humor

Pairing: Ateez X Reader

Words: 7,826

Warnings: Blood and mentions of wounds. Violence. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: So, I know this part is a bit shorter than all the rest, but it’s quite plot heavy in my opinion. It really sets up a lot of what is still yet to come, and essentially what the sequel will be about. I’m super excited to write everything out and tie everything together. Not to mention the repercussions of someone’s anger next chapter hehehe anyways, as always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

Main Story - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight - Part Nine - Part Ten - Part Eleven - Part Twelve - Part Thirteen - Part Fourteen - Part Fifteen - Part Sixteen - Part Seventeen - Mini Masterlist

The next ten minutes after you lose consciousness are the worst ten minutes of their entire lives.

“Yunho-“ 

“Already on it,” the taller male cuts his Captain off, gaze focussed on you body as tears line the corners of his vision. Like hell is he going to let you slip away from them now. Concentrating, Yunho holds on to your mind, cradling it gently as he tethers you to him.

San and Mingi are quick to carefully lift your body back onto the desk. Still, those goddamn arrows stick glaringly into the air, the silver gleaming almost mockingly in the light. Each male can smell your scent becoming stronger with every second that your blood continues to spill out of you.

The sound of tearing fabric finally draws Seonghwa back into reality, his tearful gaze locking onto your unconscious form being surrounded by his brothers on all sides. He takes a step forward.

Immediately, Hongjoong’s eyes are flashing, a warning snarl tugging at their leader’s lips as he glares at the eldest.

“Stand down.”

“I can help-“

“You’ve done enough.” Yeosang’s tone is harsh, the younger’s heated gaze being directed towards the eldest for only a brief moment before turning back to the task at hand.

The first arrow is removed from your back.

“Don’t-“

“Seonghwa.” Hongjoong’s stern gaze locks with the eldest’s. “Now is not the time.”

“Like hell you can keep me away from her,” he snarls back, teeth bared threateningly as his emotions consume him once more. Tears fall freely down his face with each breath he takes, a wild look in his eyes.

With a flick of Hongjoong’s head, both San and Jongho part from holding onto your body to restrain Seonghwa from taking another step closer.

“Let me go,” the eldest begins thrashing in their grip as they begin to drag him down the hallway. “I need to see her. I need to help.”

“Do you think you’re going to be the first person she wants to see when she wakes up?” San hisses, quite harshly, in the eldest’s ear. “You fucked up. Big time, Hwa.”

“She could have died!” His voice nearly shakes the whole house as they reach the stairs. “She could still die!”

“You think we don’t realize that?” Jongho spits, fear reflected in his gaze as his grip tightens around the eldest. It’s certainly a task dragging him up the stairs and into his room. “You think I don’t understand the fear you felt seeing her body hunched over like that, with arrows protruding from every angle? You don’t think I felt that same terror consume me when I smelt her blood?”

The eldest goes quiet, yet he still struggles to get free. To get back to you, and help you in any and every way that he can. To beg for your forgiveness, even in your unconscious state. He needs you to know that the words he spoke were some of the worst lies of his life. Words spat harshly in anger. In fear.

“You’re not the only one affected by this, Hwa.” Jongho’s voice is low, stern as he and San practically throw the eldest inside of his room. “But you sure know how to make it worse.”

“And now we are stuck on guard duty while the love of our lives bleeds out downstairs,” San’s eyes are sharp as he glares at the eldest, his hands shaking as he plops himself down into a side chair.

Jongho crosses his arms over his chest as he watches Seonghwa sit, defeated, on the side of his own bed. The eldest rests his elbows on his knees, leaning forward as he cradles his head in his hands, gripping onto his hair for dear life. More tears fall shamelessly down his cheeks, dripping onto the rug below.

“She’s going to hate me now, isn’t she?” His voice comes out much softer than before, reflecting how broken he feels. His heart squeezes painfully in his chest.

The two younger demons share a look between each other, blinking at how suddenly Seonghwa’s mood has changed. Neither are expecting the eldest’s voice to go so quiet as they watch his whole body begin to tremble, sobs wracking his entire form.

“I fucked up, and now the last memory she’s going to have is of me making her feel like she’s a burden.” His hands begin to tug at his roots, eyes squeezing shut as tears fall shamelessly from him. “I didn’t mean it. I never meant it. I don’t want to lose her. I can’t-” he chokes on a sob, “I can’t-“

“Seonghwa,” Jongho sighs, moving over to crouch in front of the eldest, and managing to get him to lift his head and meet the younger’s gaze. “No one understands your fear more than we do right now, but that does not excuse what you just said to her. You let your fear control your anger, and your anger control your words. You made your choice to protect her, just as we all did. She made the choice to protect a child. There was no reason to get mad at her for that. We all know that given the situation, if you were in the right state of mind, you would have done the exact same thing.”

“The child wasn’t even a target until she moved to protect him.” He voices, weakly.

“You think I don’t realize that?” Jongho’s eyes narrow slightly. “She had her reasons. You know as well as I do how certain instincts take over in life or death situations. You don’t think, you just move.”

Which is exactly what happened when they saw that very first arrow pierce your shoulder. All logic flew out of the window. All that was left was the urge to protect you, and destroy all those that opposed you. No one hurts you and gets away with it. No one.

“I failed her,” Seonghwa’s voice is but a whisper as more tears fall.

"If that’s what you truly think than you’re dumber than I thought,” Jongho sighs once more, standing back to his feet as he takes a seat beside San, whom they can tell is listening intently to everything that’s going on downstairs as he sits with his eyes closed, back pin straight and grip deadly on the arms of the chair.

“None of us want to lose her,” San blinks, focussing his gaze back in on the male on the bed in front of him. “Sure, it’s fucking shitty what happened, but you’re not going to change it now. We have bigger shit to deal with than whining about who’s fault it is, or ‘what if’s.” 

“How can I not blame myself?” Seonghwa stands, his eyes flashing as that familiar fury lights behind his orbs. “I swore I would never let anything hurt her, and now she’s bleeding out because of my mistake!”

In an instant, Jongho has shoved Seonghwa back down into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. He holds the eldest down by his shoulder, his fingers digging harshly into the eldest’s skin.

“You’re not the only one that feels this way, Seonghwa,” Jongho’s voice is cold as he purposely stares straight ahead, refusing to look down at his brother for the time being. “We all let her down. If she hadn’t of caught that first arrow-“

“She what?” Instantly, San is on his feet, his heart pounding as a newfound terror rushes through his veins.

“The first arrow was aimed right at her head,” Seonghwa breathes, eyes staring at his hands as his whole body goes still. “One moment she was gazing out into the forest, as if something caught her eye.” His own squeeze shut in realization. “The next she was holding an arrow pointed directly at her forehead.”

San inhales sharply. “She noticed before any of you.”

“Not even Wyno was the wiser,” Jongho exhales, sitting beside Seonghwa on the bed.

“How many-“ San swallows. “How many times was she actually hit?”

The two on the bed lift their gazes to meet San’s, nothing but pure terror shining in their eyes.

“Five,” Jongho breathes, swallowing the dryness in his own throat. “After she caught the first arrow, she immediately got hit in the left shoulder.”

“Pulled it out instantly, though.” Seonghwa recounts, rubbing a hand over his face. “She was furious.”

“Furious?” San’s brow furrows, recalling the way blood stained the front of your shirt as well. “At you?”

“No, I don’t think it was directed at us,” Jongho says, standing back to his feet. “I think it was at whoever shot at her.”

Before any of them can say much more, Hongjoong’s voice is echoing through their heads.

She’s stabilizing. The tremendous sense of relief that floods the room is visible in the way all of their shoulders relax, chests deflating as they release a breath of air. She’ll be okay.

Where are you now? San asks, already back onto his feet for the moment.

They’re all in her room. Mingi replies. Yeosang and Yunho are washing the blood from her as we speak. Wooyoung and I are making her another tonic for when she wakes up.

If it weren’t for that little bit of Yunho’s blood already in her system, things would have been much worse. Wooyoung comments, and all of them stiffen the slightest bit.

Did you feed her your own blood, then? Jongho voices the question on all of their minds as both he and Seonghwa stand from the bed.

It was a little more complicated than that. Wooyoung sighs.

Complicated how? San quirks a brow.

Instantly, the three of them are teleporting themselves to your room to see Hongjoong sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. Hands which are still covered in blood. Your blood.

Slowly, they watch their leader lift his head. 

Hongjoong’s piercing gaze is immediately on Seonghwa, eyes narrowing at the eldest. “Have you managed to calm down?”

A curt nod is all he receives in response before his gaze is shifting to the other two beside the eldest.

“He’s got a lot to make up for once she wakes up,” San shoots a pointed look at the male beside him, who sends a sharp look back.

“Just let me see her,” Seonghwa turns his gaze back to the man on the couch, sad eyes pleading. “I need to know she’s okay.”

Either Yeosang has impeccable timing, or he’s doing it just to personally torture the eldest, but as soon as the words leave Seonghwa’s lips, the door to your bathroom is opening. Yeosang steps out, immediately followed by Yunho, who is carrying you gently in his arms. Your eyes are closed, arms resting on your stomach as your chest rises with even breaths.

“She’s still unconscious,” Jongho blinks, swallowing the lump in his throat.

“She probably won’t wake up for a while,” Yunho replies, stepping towards your bed where Yeosang has already pulled back the covers. “She’s lost a lot of blood.”

Carefully, and with the gentlest of ease, Yunho settles you beneath your covers. He angles you so that you’re laying on your stomach, pillow tucked securely beneath your head and arms so as not to aggravate the muscles in your back. They may have been able to heal you, but that doesn’t mean the area won’t still be tender for a little while longer.

It was all for naught, though, for in the next second, Yeosang is laying on the bed with you, pulling you into his arms as he curls you into his chest. His one hand gently strokes along your spine, holding onto you tightly, as if you may slip away at any given moment.

“Did you at least gut the bastard that fired those arrows?” His gaze is sharp as he turns to look at both Seonghwa and Jongho.

“We left none alive,” Seonghwa replies, matter of factly.

“So, you managed to kill the man with the red bow, then?” Yunho turns to them before sitting on the edge of your bed, hand reaching out to rest on your lower leg, just to be able to feel your warmth and know you’re still alive. That you’re safe, and what his brothers and he did worked.

“There was no hunter who carried a red bow that I saw,” Jongho’s brow furrows.

“How many ambushed you?” Hongjoong’s brow furrows, intertwining his fingers together in front of himself.

“Twenty.” Wooyoung answers for them as he enters the room with Mingi in tow. “Yet none of them used those silver arrows.”

Walking over to your bedside table, he places a glass of red liquid onto it.

“Are you sure?” Hongjoong shifts his gaze to Wooyoung who’s own eyes are locked onto your sleeping figure.

“Positive,” Jongho nods, brow furrowing.

“Then, he got away,” Yunho frowns.

“How would you know about the man with the red bow?” Seonghwa’s eyes narrow at the younger male.

“I took the liberty of searching her memories once she stabilized,” Yunho meets the eldest’s gaze with a firm one of his own. “First of all, it was a cloaking spell that covered their approach. One that fooled even the likes of you. If she hadn’t bothered looking past Wyno when she did, and taken note of the stillness of the woods, I-“ his voice catches. “We’re lucky she caught the first one.”

Yeosang visibly stiffens in his spot, along with both Hongjoong and Mingi.

“How many arrows were shot at her?” Yeosang’s voice is low, his fingers pressing a little firmer into your skin.

“Six.” Wooyoung replies, noticing how you seem to stretch in your sleep, your one arm draping over Yeosang’s waist and falling directly into his line of sight. Immediately, he’s on his knees, reaching out and grasping your hand in his, holding onto you for dear life. “Five met their marks.”

“Do we at least know who did this?” San spares a look around the room.

“It’s like we said,” Jongho breathes. “Miyeon’s got allies.”

“Wyno was in the midst of telling us how Miyeon prepositioned her with an alliance, along with a man with silver arrows and a red bow,” Seonghwa moves to sit in one of the side chairs, running his hands through his hair. “Apparently, Miyeon has an army now.”

“Well, we think it belongs to that man,” Wooyoung adds. “No one in their right mind would follow Miyeon on her own.”

“Wyno also mentioned that this man and her seemed to be bonded somehow,” Jongho goes on to say. “She said he seemed devoted to her.”

“And the alliance?” Hongjoong quirks a brow.

“Is null,” Seonghwa shakes his head. “Believe me, we got that lecture from Wyno already.”

“Good,” Hongjoong nods. “I didn’t believe Wyno would accept something so rash.”

“Yeah, and apparently Miyeon didn’t appreciate her answer,” Wooyoung sighs.

“Perhaps you all were just at the wrong place, at the wrong time,” Yunho comments, brow furrowed.

“Which raises a whole bunch of other questions, then, too,” San leans against the one pillar in your room.

Briefly, Jongho explains how the rest of the conversation with Wyno went, informing the others about the potential threats to come.

“This man,” Yeosang frowns, lips tugging downwards, “you said Wyno described him as having a scar over his left eye?”

“Yes,” Jongho nods once in confirmation.

Yeosang’s lips purse, brow furrowing even further as his arms tighten subconsciously around your figure.

“Do you know him?” San asks, pushing himself off of the pillar in the process.

Yeosang nods. “His name is Dimitri. He’s one of the most powerful warlocks of the realm. I-“ he lets out a sigh, “I trained him briefly with the bow, and I taught him how to make arrows. I just never thought he’d do something like this.” Then, more to himself, “I thought the style of arrow was familiar.”

“Wait, that Dimitri?” Mingi’s eyes nearly bug out of his head. “I thought he was dead.”

“I thought he settled down with his wife, and two kids,” Yunho blinks, lifting his hand only briefly as you shift slightly before settling it back onto your leg.

“Whatever the case, I’m sure Miyeon has something to do with it,” San spits, anger pulling at his features.

“If the army Miyeon is boasting to have is his, we might be in for a little more trouble than we’re anticipating.” Jongho sighs. “Not to mention the remains of that scattered uprising we have to deal with tonight.”

A sharp inhale is heard throughout the room.

“I’m not going-”

“Like hell you aren’t,” San rounds on the eldest, their gazes locking as both males narrow their eyes at each other.

“I’ve already decided that both Yeosang and Wooyoung will be staying back to watch over her,” Hongjoong shoots them both a sharp look. “The rest of us will have to deal with the council as quickly as possible. You said Wyno wanted us to bring this up to them, anyways. You need to be there to explain what happened.”

“But Jongho-“

“That’s an order,” Hongjoong’s voice is firm as he cuts the eldest off. “I’ve already granted you leniency by allowing you to stay this long in her presence. Don’t push your luck, Hwa.”

“You can’t keep me away from her.” The eldest’s eyes narrow as he watches his captain stand from his spot. “You can’t push me away.”

“No,” Hongjoong meets his gaze, and the fury Seonghwa sees shining behind his eyes has him blinking in shock. “You did that yourself.”

“You think I don’t realize that?” Seonghwa retorts, his own anger bubbling beneath the surface of his skin for the nth time that day.

“I don’t know, Seonghwa,” Hongjoong turns fully to face him. “Do you?”

“You got mad at her for protecting a child, Hwa,” Mingi spares a glance at his brother out of the corner of his eyes. “Then, you went and said that.”

“Did you actually not care if that child died?” Wooyoung, who had been resting his chin on the edge of your bed as he sat on the ground, turns his attention to the eldest.

“Of course I cared,” Seonghwa spits, eyes blazing at that question having to even be posed. “I simply cared more about her in the moment.”

“You have some serious explaining to do when she wakes up,” Yeosang states, quite pointedly. “If she’ll even want to see you.”

Seonghwa’s breath hitches.

“Did any of you know?” San’s voice comes out slightly smaller than they expect.

“About her sister?” Yunho meets the younger male’s gaze. “No. I didn’t.”

Each male shakes their head.

“None of us did,” Hongjoong sighs, running a bloody hand through his hair. “Though, that’s only half of it. Isn’t it?”

At this, they all turn to look at Seonghwa, who visibly shrinks beneath their gaze.

“You don’t need to lecture him,” Jongho shoots a pointed look around the room. “I already did. He already feels bad enough about it.”

“As he fucking should,” Wooyoung spits, nothing but venom lacing his voice. “I was there, too, Hwa. We all felt that panic seize us; that terror taking hold and flooding our veins. It’s not a fucking excuse for making her feel worthless.”

“You don’t think I’ve regretted those words most of all as soon as they left my lips?” Seonghwa rounds on him, eyes shining as tears of frustration line his vision. “I swore I would never hurt her, yet that’s what I seem to be constantly doing.”

“If all you’re going to do is argue over her unconscious form, then leave,” Yeosang snaps, voice low and tone harsh. “She doesn’t need this right now.”

“I get it,” Seonghwa laughs once, dryly, his lips twitching as a single tear blazes a new trail down his cheek. “It’s what you’ve all been thinking since we got back, anyways. She doesn’t need me.”

In the blink of an eye, Seonghwa has disappeared from your room, leaving the others standing there in shock. However, before any of them can go after him, Hongjoong raising a hand in the air stops them.

“Leave him be,” he sighs, rubbing a hand over the side of his face. “Let him cool off first. He needs to sort out his own head. You all know as well as I do that he says things he doesn’t mean when he’s upset.” Hongjoong turns his head towards your sleeping figure, another small rush of relief flooding his veins as he sees the steady rise and fall of your chest against Yeosang’s. “Case in point.”

A few nods is all he receives in confirmation.

Letting out a long exhale through his nose, Yunho reluctantly removes his hand from your leg. Standing to his feet, he cracks his neck. “We should probably get ready for tonight, anyways.”

“Exactly,” Hongjoong nods once. “We need to take care of our own before worrying about anything else.”

Without another word, the five of them leave your room. Not without shooting some longing glances your way first, of course.

Lingering at the door, Hongjoong shoots once final look in your direction.

“Don’t worry, Captain,” Wooyoung smiles at him faintly. “We’ll take care of her.”

“We’ll let you know if anything happens,” Yeosang adds, locking eyes briefly with the elder male who nods once before softly closing the door to your room.

Only, the door doesn’t stay closed for long, for in the next second, a loud mewl is heard from outside, promptly followed by the door opening just a crack. A tiny, black blur darts in, immediately jumping onto the bed and crawling up alongside your body until he reaches your head, sniffing at your newly healed shoulder lightly.

Another mewl escapes him, Kuroo’s wide, golden eyes turning to look at each male with nothing but concern shining within.

“She’ll be okay,” Yeosang chuckles, reaching over and petting Kuroo’s head lightly. “You don’t need to worry.”

“Why don’t you stay,” Wooyoung grins at the cat who already is curling up against your back, purring lightly. “I’m sure she’ll love knowing you’re protecting her while she sleeps.”

Another mewl is heard, more pointed than the last which has both males chuckling once more. 

Soft smiles tug at their features, though, there’s a hint of sorrow to each of them, as they continue watching over your sleeping form for the time being. Both vow to never let anything like this happen to you again. They never want to see you in such a state if they can help it. 

Wooyoung can still feel the way his hands shook as he figured out just what type of poison coated those arrows. A simple mixture which only affects humans. It’s one of the reasons why your hands burnt when you touched the metal. 

He will never forget having to pour his own blood into your open wounds in order for the antidote to take effect. You were unconscious, and it would have taken to long to feed it to you normally. Thank fuck Mingi was there to get the mixture flowing through your veins, while making sure your heart was still pumping.

Still, you’ll need to drink the tonic as soon as you wake up to make sure there’s no lingering effects from the poison. Also, to make sure you’re properly healed. They all did their best, but you’ll still be a bit stiff. Your body isn’t used to such changes, or magic yet. The shock alone of having been impaled by five arrows within the span of ten minutes would have been enough to kill anybody.

Maybe you’re just lucky.

Wooyoung’s hand tightens around you own, resting his head against his one arm.

No. He shouldn’t be thinking like that. Yes, it’s damn lucky that you survived, but Wooyoung knows you’re strong. Yunho’s blood running through your system be damned. You fought to survive today, and you won.

Besides, they wouldn’t have let you die. Not in a million years, least of all now. Not like this.

At least once Yeosang figured out the type of arrows that were used, he was able to remove them quickly. He will never forget the way your whole body spasmed as he removed the final two. They were the worst ones, embedded deeply within your back and causing you to bleed out almost uncontrollably. They’re seriously lucky you didn’t pass out from blood loss sooner.

At least you’re okay now, and they have an idea of who they’re dealing with. Miyeon and her little ‘army’ won’t get away with this so easily. After all, if you hurt one of them, you hurt all of them. No one touches you and gets away with it. Absolutely no one.

Hours pass like this, with the two of them watching over you as you sleep. Wooyoung opts to move to the other side of the bed, propping himself up with his one arm as Kuroo continues to rest against your back, curled in around Wooyoung’s stomach. His hand rests on the small of your back, thumb gently rubbing circles there as Yeosang continues to hold you in his arms. 

Neither male says anything, yet they do not need to. The silence is a bit tense with worry, but with each breath you take, the rise and fall of your chest eases that lingering tension. They both know that it’s only a matter of time before you wake up. They’ve done all that they can for now. All that’s left to do is continue watching over your sleeping figure.

If only it weren’t so hard waiting this time around.

Before they left for the evening, each of their brothers popped their heads in one last time to check up on you. Even Seonghwa lingered for as long as he could in hopes he might catch a glimpse of consciousness returning to your form, so that he could immediately apologize, and beg for your forgiveness.

At least the eldest has seemed to have cooled down, finally.

Only, the longer he lingered with you not so much as shifting, he felt his heart squeezing painfully in his chest. Letting out a sigh, Seonghwa reluctantly pulled himself away, meeting the others swiftly in the foyer.

“Ready to go?” Yunho sighs, straightening out his jacket stiffly.

“No,” San grumbles, voice rough as his arms cross in front of his chest. “Are any of us?”

“The sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can get back here and watch over her,” Hongjoong reminds them all. “She’s safe with Yeosang and Wooyoung all the same.”

“We know,” Mingi replies. “It’s just hard leaving her knowing what’s happened today.”

“I know it is,” Hongjoong exhales a long breath through his nose. “Let’s just hurry up, and be done with this.”

Immediately, all six of them are transporting themselves to their throne room. They each take a few minutes to compose themselves before they begin this council. The last thing they want is to fuck something up now, or be ambushed again.

With their guards up, and senses on high alert, the six Kings enter the grand hall.

Seonghwa remains unusually silent, face stoic as he gets lost inside his own head. There’s too many thoughts flitting through his mind right now to focus on one single thing. All he does know, is that he wants to get back to you, and make things right as soon as he possibly can.

The first ten minutes of the council is a blur. Jax goes over some basic things with all of them that they couldn’t really care less about. Until finally, the five rebels that were caught are brought in front of them, four cursing and thrashing all the while.

Each King takes his time to observe the three males, and two females forced to their knees in front of them. Hatred shines in each of their pure black eyes, snarls on their lips as they spit harsh words towards their supposed leaders. That is, until Yunho silences them once and for all.

There is nothing quite like the look of fear that takes over a demon’s face when they realize they’re finally powerless within their own minds.

A twisted smile pulls at Hongjoong’s features as he slowly steps forward, a hush settling over the gathered council.

“I’m only going to ask you this once,” his eyes flash, stalking down the line of the five captives and exerting complete dominance over the entire room. All are silent, waiting for their King to speak once more. “What cause did you think you had to oppose us?”

Hongjoong stops in front of the male furthest to the right, staring down his nose at him. Normally, the scrutinizing gaze is enough to send any demon trembling in their spot, but apparently not this demon.

“Go to hell,” he spits on the floor at Hongjoong’s feet, snarl of disgust tugging at his lips.

Hongjoong’s brows raise, clearly amused by this male’s audacity.

In the blink of an eye, the man’s entire throat is torn out, blood dripping from Hongjoong’s hands as his claws retract. His eyes close as he shakes his head, tutting all the while as the male chokes on his own blood. A moment later, he goes limp, his blood soaking into the floor of the grand hall.

Stepping in front of the next demon, one of the females who visibly cannot keep herself from shaking in fear now, Hongjoong’s eyes flash open.

Immediately, she freezes, transfixed by his piercing gaze.

“I am not in the mood tonight to play games,” his tone is firm, commanding. “Do not test my already thin patience.”

A brief pause, as the female demon takes a deep breath to steady her nerves.

“We were promised a new world,” she begins.

“Shut your fucking mouth, woman!” The second male beside her hisses.

A resounding crack echoes throughout the hall as Jongho snaps the male’s neck without a second thought. Allowing the now limp body to fall to the ground, the youngest sends the woman a polite smile to continue, though she’s not at all reassured.

“Who promised you a new world?” Hongjoong’s voice manages to draw her attention back onto him for the time being.

“Our leader, and his Queen.” She replies, noticing how the six of them all tense at her words. “He said she’s the one true heir to the proper throne.”

“Which throne, prey tell, would that be?” Mingi quirks a brow, a fire lighting behind his eyes as he stares down at this woman.

“One that doesn’t allow whores to rule freely over us,” the second woman spits, ignorant to the way all of the King’s eyes flash as they turn to glare at her. “One that doesn’t submit to dirt.”

A sickening crunch is heard as San tears her heart from her chest, dropping the organ unceremoniously back down to the floor in the next second. A look of disgust rests on his features as he flicks his hand, blood splattering in droplets across the remaining two demon’s faces.

“And just who is this leader of yours?” Hongjoong inquires, noting how the woman’s trembling gaze is back on his in an instant.

“I don’t-“ her whole body shakes as he leans in, “I don’t know.”

“I don’t have time for lies,” Hongjoong hisses, grabbing her harshly by her hair and tilting her head back as his eyes flash. “I need a name.”

“Don’t tell him,” the final man hisses, and despite being forced onto his knees, he rests quite proudly in his spot, head held high. “He’ll just kill you anyways. It’s what happens when you fall in love with a worthless human.”

All of their eyes flash at this, but it’s the eldest who reacts the quickest.

A dull thunk is heard as the man’s head hits the floor, torn clean from his shoulders. A fury ignites behind Seonghwa’s eyes as he scans the crowd of the council, practically daring anyone else to say something negative about you just so he can relieve some more of his anger.

The entire room goes silent.

Hongjoong leans in once more to the final woman left kneeling before him, tears trailing down her cheeks as her whole body continues to tremble.

“I just need a name,” he coos, crouching in front of her and tilting his head almost innocently. “A single name, and all of this will be over.”

Her eyes briefly dart around the room, looking from one King to the next, and finding no sympathy in any of their eyes. She swallows thickly.

“Malik.”

Silent whispers begin to echo throughout the room from the attending council, a few letting out startled gasps. The shunned general’s name is known far and wide throughout the realm. A name which hasn’t been heard in years, ever since his banishment.

“Silence!” Hongjoong’s voice booms, and immediately, the room goes still. Turning back to the woman, a maniacal smile stretches across his features. “And what of his supposed Queen?”

“I don’t know,” she shakes her head vigorously. At least, as much as she can with her hair still in his grip.

Hongjoong tilts his head threateningly, eyes wide and wild. “Don’t test me.”

“I don’t know, I swear!” She sobs. “We never met her in person, Malik only talked about her in passing, saying her identity was best kept hidden until the time is right.”

Hongjoong hums, “I see.”

The woman lets out a small breath in relief, her shoulders relaxing the slightest bit as she believes she is safe for now. She’s answered all of his questions, so they should be letting her go any second.

“We appreciate the information,” Hongjoong grins unnervingly.

In the blink of an eye, the woman collapses to the ground, body still as she lays dead upon the floor.

Letting out a long sigh, Hongjoong stands back to his full height. Briefly, he allows his piercing gaze to scan over the room, noticing how both Mina and Otis stand off to the side, the daughter half hidden behind the father. His eyes narrow.

“Are you aware of what your other daughter has been up to recently?” His tone is firm as he begins his interrogation of Otis in front of the entire council.

“No, Your Majesty,” Otis is quick to shake his head. “I haven’t had contact with her since the last meeting.”

Hongjoong’s brow quirks. “Is that so?”

“Please, whatever she has done,” he immediately drops to the floor in a formal bow, pressing his forehead to the ground beneath their feet, “accept my deepest and humblest apologies.”

“Oh, it’s far too late for that, now,” Seonghwa spits, eyes blazing as he watches Otis lift his head.

“We all have bigger issues to deal with,” Hongjoong’s voice echoes around the room, drawing every head to him as he paces just in front of the crowd with his hands crossed behind his back. “Miyeon, it seems, has gone forth and promoted a new era amongst us, proclaiming herself the ‘One True Queen’ for this rebel cause.”

“You lie!” Otis gasps, sitting back onto his heals as he observes his Kings with wide eyes.

“You dare accuse us of trickery?” San straightens, shadows being cast over the room as his figure seemingly grows to tower over all those gathered before him.

“No,” Otis is quick to shake his head, shrinking back beneath the scrutinizing gazes of his Kings. “Never, My King.”

“Then, keep your mouth shut.” San’s eyes flash, and immediately Otis goes silent.

“As I was saying,” Hongjoong clears his throat, drawing the room’s full attention back onto himself once more. “Miyeon has aligned herself with the rebel cause, but that’s not all. She has also made it her sole mission to seek alliances with our neighbouring realms in hopes of destroying us.”

“But why?” Mina steps forward, a look of pain shining in her eyes. “Why would she do that?”

“Please, Mina,” Jongho raises a hand to signify her to ‘stand down’. “Let us finish.”

“My apologies, Your Majesties,” she bows her head, taking a step back.

“You were all here last council when she made a scene,” Mingi’s eyes are sharp as he scans the crowd, locking in on Miyeon’s own clan in the next second. “You saw her vain desires first hand.”

“Miyeon has deluded herself into thinking she owns the throne, and she will stop at nothing to claim it.” Hongjoong continues. “Already, she has made an alliance with Dimitri, The High Warlock. One of the most powerful to have lived in centuries.” 

A collective gasp travels through the room, more hushed murmurs following.

“Not only that, but she has already propositioned Wyno, The Alpha of the Dragons, to join her cause.” Hongjoong’s steps are slow as he stalks along the edge of the crowd. “She did not take too kindly to Wyno’s rejection, and subsequently attacked the nest in retribution earlier today. That is where your two remaining Kings are right now. Both Wooyoung and Yeosang are dealing with the repercussions as we speak. We are lucky the ambush did not turn one of our own against us.”

“Already, Miyeon boasts of an army she has to destroy our realm in order to create this ‘New World’ of hers,” Yunho goes on to say, his voice commanding and firm. “We surmise it belongs to Dimitri, comprised of his own following of sorcerers and hunters alike, as well as anyone else she can ensnare in her little mind games.”

“We must resolve this quickly, lest we all want a war on our hands,” San speaks once more, gaze narrowed as he scrutinizes the crowd. “Prepare yourselves for the worst, and report any and all sightings of Miyeon, Malik, and Dimitri to us. Immediately.”

“Spread the word, far and wide,” Seonghwa voices, gaze dark and brooding. “A storm is coming, and Your Rulers are prepared for the worst.” His eyes flash. “We will not break easily.”

A moment of silence settles over the entire room as they let the information sink in. That is, until Hongjoong’s sharp gaze is piercing through the crowd once more.

“Someone clean this mess up,” he spits, eyes flashing. “Until then, dismissed.”

None of them wait a moment longer to hear another word from the council, teleporting back to their home in an instant. The front foyer greets them, as empty as it was when they left.

“Were you able to search their minds?” Hongjoong turns towards Yunho, noticing how the other four do the same almost immediately.

“I searched them thoroughly, but it seems as if they knew about as much as that one girl did,” Yunho responds with a sigh. “At least we know she was telling the truth.”

“Years without hearing so much as a peep from that traitor, and this is how Malik decides to return?” San huffs, running a hand through his hair.

“Well, we always knew he was one for grand displays of power,” Mingi exhales a long breath through his nose. “We didn’t appoint him our general for nothing. He was- is strong.”

“Of course Miyeon would align herself with the man who committed treason,” Jongho scoffs, shaking his head. “At least they have something in common.”

“Perhaps that’s how she won him over.” Yunho suggests. “It wouldn’t take much to convince him of violence. Especially against us.”

“How long has it been, anyways?” Seonghwa frowns, crossing his arms over his chest.

“At least twenty years,” Jongho breathes out.

“Let’s just hope, once word spreads, we can find them all quickly and dispose of them without a hassle,” Hongjoong sighs, rubbing a hand over the side of his face. “The last thing we need is for a repeat of today to happen any time soon.”

“Agreed.” The other five all reply at once.

“We should inform Yeosang and Wooyoung of what occurred at the council,” Jongho adds, receiving a curt nod from their captain.

Turning towards your side of the house, all six men begin to slowly make their way to your room. Hongjoong leads the pack, followed closely by San and Yunho. Jongho and Mingi are not far behind, leaving the eldest to take up the rear, much to his discontent. If he had it his way, he would have transported straight to your room the second he got back.

“Do you think she’s woken up yet?” Mingi does his best not to sound too hopeful, but he cannot hide the small gleam in his eyes.

“We’ll see,” Yunho replies, somewhat gruffly. As much as he wants to hope you’ll be awake when they open your door, he know you probably won’t be. You’ve suffered too much damage today, and lost a lot of blood. Besides, it’s far too quiet in the house for you to be awake.

A soft knock is all the two males receive before your door is opening slowly to reveal their brother’s all standing in the doorway.

Hongjoong cannot help it, a small laugh escapes him at the position he finds you in. Kuroo rests like a loaf of bread on your back, while you seem to have trapped one of both Wooyoung’s and Yeosang’s arms beneath your body as you lay on your stomach.

Slowly, the six men file into the room, Kuroo observing them carefully.

“Comfortable?” Yunho chuckles, a small grin pulling at his lips.

“I haven’t been able to feel my arm for the past hour and a half,” Yeosang deadpans, blinking once.

“Oh, like you’re complaining about it,” Wooyoung rolls his eyes playfully. “You practically swooned when she pulled your arm into her grip.”

“Say’s the one who turned as red as a tomato when it happened,” Yeosang counters, shooting his brother a sharp glare.

“I never said I didn’t,” Wooyoung defends himself, voice slightly higher pitched than normal. “I am more than content to lay here with her like this.”

“Who said I wasn’t?” Yeosang quirks a brow, feeling you shift slightly in your sleep.

Wooyoung cannot keep the smug grin off of his face as you tighten your grip subconsciously around his one arm. He chuckles, sticking out his tongue mockingly at Yeosang who seems to now be wearing a slight pout on his lips. Looks like you loosened your grip on his own arm when you tightened it on Wooyoung’s.

“I take it she hasn’t regained consciousness yet, then?” Hongjoong moves to sit at the end of the bed, placing a hand gently over the back of your calf covered by your blankets. The warmth he can feel radiating from your body comforts him, even if only slightly.

“Not long enough to hold a conversation, if you can call it consciousness at all.” Wooyoung replies. “We’ve managed to feed her some of the tonic, but nothing more.”

Sure enough, when they look at the glass on your bedside table, it appears to now be two-thirds full.

“I don’t think she’ll even remember drinking it,” Yeosang sighs, reaching over to brush his free hand lightly over your head and noticing Kuroo turning his head to watch his every move. “Let alone waking up for thirty seconds. Her eyes didn’t even open once.”

As soon as Kuroo deems Yeosang’s movements not a threat to you, he’s turning his head back to the six males all converged around the end of your bed. He starts purring lightly at feeling Yeosang scratch over his back, eyes falling shut as he continues to rest on your back, offering you comfort in his own way.

A nod in understanding is all Yeosang receives from his captain.

“How did the council go?” Wooyoung asks, eyes scanning over each of his brother’s intently.

“About as well as you’d expect,” Seonghwa sighs, eyes never having left your form since entering the room. 

So badly does he want to pull you into his own arms, whispering his deepest and sincerest apologies into your ears. To assure you that he’ll always protect you, and that he’ll always be here for you. That you are not a burden, and you never were, nor will you ever be. Only, he cannot. Every time he tries to take a step closer, Yeosang narrows his eyes at him pointedly. Not to mention the fact that both Jongho and San step slightly in front of him as if to block his path.

To say the eldest is frustrated for the moment would be an understatement.

In no time at all, Hongjoong, Yunho, and Jongho have informed both Yeosang and Wooyoung about the events of the council and what they have learned. At the way they see Yeosang’s eyes close, their brother heaving a great breath, they can just tell he’s tense.

“Damn Miyeon,” Yeosang spits. “Should have fucking killed her when we had the chance.”

“Believe me, you’re not the only one feeling that same sentiment,” San flexes his one hand, knuckles cracking as he does so. He can still feel the dried blood caking his nails from when he tore out that woman’s heart earlier that evening.

“I’m surprised Malik is back,” Wooyoung voices. “I would have thought we would have had to deal with him sooner.”

“Still, him popping up now of all times isn’t good,” Mingi states, sharing a look with the younger male.

“How long do you think Miyeon’s been planing this?” Jongho’s brow furrows.

“Probably much longer than any of us would care to admit,” Yunho sighs, rubbing a hand over the side of his face. “The fact that she’s managed to ensnare two deadly men into helping her, and who knows how many others, is not a comforting thought.”

“You’re telling me,” Hongjoong shakes his head, attempting to wrap his head around the situation. “Either way, there’s nothing more we can do tonight. Let’s all just get some rest, and regroup tomorrow.”

“But-“

“Tomorrow.” Hongjoong is quick to cut the eldest’s protests off, Seonghwa’s gaze finally breaking from your form to look at his captain.

“Come on, let’s let her rest,” Jongho begins to usher the eldest out of your room, along with San who attempts to linger behind everyone else in hopes he’ll be asked to trade places with one of his brothers on your bed. “We’re no use to her all high-strung and tense.”

Making it to the door, Hongjoong is quick to turn to the two males still laying on your bed with you. “If anything happens-“

“You’ll be the first to know,” Yeosang nods, assuring his brother with a small smile.

“Don’t worry, Captain,” Wooyoung grins. “She’s in good hands.”

“I know.” Hongjoong smiles softly, gaze flitting over the scene before him one last time. She always will be.

Content hums of agreement echo in all of their throats as their captain’s words resound through their minds for the evening.

With one final look your way, Hongjoong closes the door.