#divide and conquer yandere

[threepandas]

Bad End: Kept Safe

[Art by Miu_A]

You ever give someone advice, knowing full well they aren't going to take it? Even AFTER they have begged and pleaded and WHINED at you, for hours, for it? Even after they poured their heart and soul out to you? And you, a good friend, carefully and tactfully, tried your best to help? LIKE THEY ASKED?

Ever find yourself the designated "run too dramatically weep in the arms off" friend?

I have.

It is hell. I am in hell.

This is my punishment for all those hours I spent reading and playing Otome Isekai junk instead of, I don't know, solving world hunger or something. Because it HAS to be. I am clearly being punished. Repeatedly. By some sort of petty, petty, anime God.

Fuck you too, buddy.

A fresh round of highly dramatic Protagonist sobbing peirces the air. Dear lord, she has a set of lungs on her, does she? It's like an air siren. But more... upset toddler. It was bizarre. I'd LIKED her as a character. I HAD. Bright and cheerful, determined with a good heart. She'd been a bit naive, yes, but she'd grown. Love had changed her for the better.

But THIS?

This was some middle school "he threw away my secret note, that I didn't sign, so that means he HATES MEEEEE~" bullshit. It went on and on and ON! God, it'd been MONTHS! Years!

I made friends with the Protagonist when we were in The Royal Academy. The story's setting. It SHOULD have finished by graduation. SHOULD. HAVE. But DID it? No! This nonsense had spilled into the COURT! The general population! Actual political factions were starting to get involved!

All because my "friend" COULDN'T PICK A MAN.

And she didn't listen. I tried. God, how I TRIED! No matter HOW I phrased "just fucking TALK to them" it didn't get through her dense fucking skull. I tried taking a break. To calm down. She HUNTED ME DOWN with her little Harem of political trainwrecks!

That poor port city STILL has yet to recover from the chaos they unleashed.

I don't... God, I don't even LIKE her anymore. I've just been reduced to her HANDLER. Forced into girlish tea parties devoid of any taste, because no one ELSE will come. Followed by winces and pitying looks by every lady in all of polite society. The sacrifice to keep HER distracted, lest her gaurd dogs decide its a good idea to do something unhinged again.

It's exhausting.

I'm not even listening.

She seems to have worked through her usual cycle of "cry, mope, what about meeeee~, then I going to go be Plucky at them! Tee Hee~♡!". Good, good. You go have fun, you little train wreck. I'm going to go find an actual ADULT to hide behind.

I have my maids change me out of an outfit that, frankly? I am too old for. I am not sixteen. We are not GIRLS, for the heaven's sake. We are WOMEN. It was a cute outfit. I enjoyed wearing it, back when I was physically young enough that it was appropriate. But even THEN... that's the down side of the whole "isekai" thing.

You keep your mental age.

Everyone around you? INFANTS. Fresh faced babies. You are being flirted with by fourteen year olds and? It is DISGUSTING. They can never be anything more then "cute kids" to you. The characters you once thirsted over? Reduced to actual, living, breathing, pre-schoolers.

There's no going back after that. I'll NEVER unsee it. Can only continue to age, even as they simply... grow up. And then? When they started behaving like FOUR YEAR OLDS? Forget it! I'm beginning to share my parents fears I may die single.

At least I have a refuge. A place of SANITY and SENSE.

I grab the imported wine I had purchased. I'd noticed him drink it before on special occasions. Found a tea seller that was willing to also bring some back. Mother LOVED the tea and my friend was going to love the wine, I could just tell.

Cautiously poking my head out of the guest apartments i was staying in, I checked the hall. Left. Right. Left. Thank god. No Protagonist in sight, she hasn't come back yet. Better hurry though.

I walk fast and keep close to the wall. Ducking into alcoves at every new female voice. Passing servants, Nobles, and the occasional Knight either murmur what they know of Protagonist's last known location or politely pretend not to see me. For anyone else, this would be scandalous behavior. For ME? Well... everyone knew EXACTLY why I was being driven to such extremes.

I thankfully reached the governance wing unmolested. It was far quite and none of the pack of fools ever really set foot here. Not ever the ones who were SUPPOSED to be busy learning their future roles as leaders of this country. God, I could only hope the third prince somehow quietly pulls a coup.

Not that I'd SAY that.

The gaurds don't even bother to announce me, I'm here so often. Merely opening the door. I maintain my decorum none the less. JUST long enough for the doors to finally close and I am able to drop my social mask like whipping of my bra after a long day. Oh thank fuuuuuuck. FREEDOM!

A familiar chuckle, like incense smoke, wafts from the second floor of the office.

"Oh my~, so tired?" My friend muses, his voice that ever lilting purr. I hear him closing whatever heavy tome he's currently studying. "And so early in the DAY! Was it the little nuisance again? Surely she must have SOMETHING better to do?"

Gently putting the wine I'm gifting him on his desk, I then throw up my arms. You would THINK! Wouldn't you?! It's an old complaint. And frankly? I'm glad he still let's me vent about it. It HAS to get old. Yet? He let's me complain anyway.

I met the, roughly translated, "Keeper Of The Shield" at one of the Crown Prince's many ridiculous parties. I was dragged along as Protagonist's plus one. Because GOD FORBID she bring one of her suitors! That might lean towards CHOICE! Can't have THAT!

It was an overly dramatic, gaudy, slow motion trainwreck from beginning to end. I? Got very, VERY drunk. I knew I shouldn't. It was wildly inappropriate. But I was HORRIFIED. Hid near the balconies and drank to forget. Contemplating jumping.

Was likely the only one there my age NOT in ten layers of bows and fabric flowers. It was probably why Crevan decide to talk to me. That and the look of abject suffering. He informed that, sadly, the balconies were locked. But if I planned to maim my self to escape, he could probably boost me up enough to reach the upper windows.

I choked on my drink and guffawd like an idiot. It was SUPER flattering. Very pretty. And honestly? The best conversation I'd had in YEARS. He was droll. Witty. Snarky. In just as much hell as I was. We gleefully narrated the drama playing out before us in as cutting a manner as possible. Grown adults, government officals! Behaving like fucking CHILDREN.

Only after, did I learn I had been chatting with the equivalent of the minister of the Defense. THE commander of our nation's defensive forces. All of them. Knights, army, spies. All of it. And the poor man had been dragged from his desk to play party prop by a glorified teenager. I was horrified. Appalled. Fucking OUTRAGED to learn that it was just... normal!

This country was a nightmare! Otome games are HELL. Lacey, sparkly HELL!!!

But at least I had Crevan to keep me sane. He was always willing to listen. Advise when he could. We had HOPED that Protagonist would start maturing... I'd even mentioned it, but it just seemed like she back slid again and again! Trapping me. Isolating me! Ruining my chances to move ON and have a LIFE!

I don't know what went wrong! Is it me? Am I too hand holdy? It's starting to destabilize the country! Not that the royal family even seems to notice! God no, if it weren't for Crevan, the whole PLACE would have collapsed!

I flop down on my couch. Technically it's not "mine", but honestly? He's fooling no one. The man barely had ANY guest furniture before we became friends. It's totally my couch. (He even got a tea table for us, the softy.)

"Oh? A gift? How thoughtful, dear~" It's only months of friendship that keep from jumping these days. I should get that man a BELL. "Would you like some?"

I can't help but huff a laugh. He always looks to PLEASED when he gets the jump on someone. Startles them. A mischievous asshole, that one. Touchy, too. Forever cupping my cheek or earnestly taking my hand. Patting my head. Guiding me by the elbow or shoulder. He has so few friends... I am certain he is touch starved.

A thought occurs to him, as he pours two cups. A sly grin stretching across his face as he turns to offer me a cup. The wine's scent mixes, burning and delicate, with the ever present smells of incense and his favorite herbal cigarettes. Blurring the senses and relaxing. It's a pretty strong drink.

"You KNOW... it just occurs to me! Darling, if you want to avoid that pest? Why not spend the day HERE? I'd love to have you. " his voice becomes low and serious for a moment, almost catching me off gaurd, bouncing back before I can really think about it. "You could trash my shelves again! Camp out on my couches! It'll be like a little party~ Just you and me! Not a care in the world. You won't have to worry a single thing~"

He grins, glasses catching the light, toothy like the old scheming fox he is.

"I'll keep you nice and safe~"

[pa1nrema1ns]

Master and Apprentice || Sung Jin-woo (Part 1 of 3)

Siren!Jin-woo x Deaf!Omega!reader

A/N - Hello everyone! This fic was inspired by the lovely @forbidden-sunlight's siren!au. We both collaborated on this piece and it serves as a direct sequel to her imagine, so do be sure to check it out first! This story picks up right where her imagine left off.

╰┈➤ Chapter Index

🪸 Prequel by @forbidden-sunlight 🌊 Part 2: Two Intertwining Melodies 🦈Part 3: In a Sea of Fire

Content warnings: 18+ MDNI, mythical creatures au, canon divergent, a/b/o dynamics, afab!reader, suggestive themes, obsessive thoughts, slightly ooc Jin-woo (he's very reverent towards Ashborn), mentions of violence, death, and despair, forbidden romance (humans and sirens are natural enemies), eventual yandere!Jin-woo.

Word Count - 3.6k

Summary - Sung Jin-woo seeks answers about his potential mate from Ashborn in the deepest depths of the abyss.

Dividers by @anitalenia and @firefly-graphics

After what feels like an eternity, Jin-woo comes to an abrupt stop. He wasn’t tired in the slightest, but he couldn’t finish this journey unless he was in the right frame of mind. If he was going to face the sea monarch, Ashborn, then he needed to compose himself. He was his mentor’s prized disciple, after all.

Resolute in his decision, Jin-woo pinches his brow, shuts his eyes, and releases a deep, suffering sigh. He had to stop ruminating over the useless ‘what ifs’ of his current situation and focus on the matter at hand. You emitting pheromones in his presence was proof enough that you were a compatible mate, but this would be meaningless if you were unreceptive to him. It also begs the question, was humanity even capable of consorting with sirens? In search of an answer, he reminisces about the tales of old passed down by generations of his kin, as well as the many speculations made by humans.

No one knew the exact origins of his species. Most humans assumed the progenitors were Persephone’s handmaidens, punished by Demeter after Hades had taken her daughter to the underworld and forced her into becoming his queen. Some stories also claimed that seafoam  birthed them, but Jin-woo scoffed at this particularly ridiculous rumor. A scholar had recently published an article on how sirens may actually be the offspring of the river deity Achelous and a divine songstress, citing notations from various mythos on this theory. In truth, reality was far simpler than any of these far-fetched narratives.

There was just no definitive explanation for the existence of sirens. They were not interchangeable with the peaceful denizens of the ocean, known as mermaids and mermen. While all fell under the umbrella of the term ‘merfolk,’ the sirens had a far more hostile and bloodstained relationship with humans.

Since time immemorial, his brethren were viewed as nothing but a scourge upon this world of humanity. Beautiful as a raging typhoon and every bit as devastating, the sirens served as harbingers of doom and destruction for those foolish enough to risk the perilous waters. Their heavenly voices were tantamount to the funeral dirges used to usher the dead into the afterlife. It would be understandable to believe that the sirens were the monsters in this baleful story. However, human nature at its core is fraught with wickedness, and men soon grew wise to the machinations of merfolk.

Odysseus was the first to survive an encounter with sirens. During his voyage to Ithaca, the cunning man had instructed his crew to plug their ears with beeswax, effectively blocking the intoxicating songs that had ended the lives of so many before them. Emboldened by the success of Odysseus’s scheme, other sailors began using this method to conquer the sea and establish trade routes. Within a matter of a couple hundred years, humans not only overcame their fear of sirens, but they also poached them. Huntsmen would capture, torture, and kill Jin-woo’s ancestors simply for crossing paths with them. Worse yet, these scoundrels would often murder merfolk solely to harvest their organs, bones, and scales. They would then use the defiled corpses as ingredients for commodities, medication, and even aphrodisiacs. It was truly grotesque, if not outright barbaric, and more than justified the ire his kind felt towards humanity. While they hunted for the noble sake of survival, men did it for bloodsport and money.

The horrific fates suffered by many of their beloved brothers and sisters particularly infuriated the alphas, with their robust constitutions and natural sense of leadership. With a thirst for vengeance, they began targeting and attacking ships, ports, and even beaches. The alphas considered any place or vehicle that harbored humans as eligible targets. The less temperamental betas remained neutral and avoided the bloodshed, opting to prey upon shoals of fish and other maritime animals instead. Omegas could not join in the hunt, as they were far too precious to lose. They were the most cherished and talented singers amongst the sirens and required around-the-clock protection because of their significant rarity. These were the origins of the current hierarchical structure Jin-woo adhered to.

After recalling the tumultuous history of his people in its entirety, Jin-woo clenches his fists until his knuckles turn white. This was so damn frustrating! Rather than granting him an understanding of his attraction, it just proved all the more why it was so illogical. 

Defeated, Jin-woo raises his head, opens his eyes, and continues to swim.

Another hour passes before he finds himself at the ingress of Ashborn’s lair. His enigmatic teacher lived in almost complete obscurity. Devoid of any light, and enveloped by a suffocating aura, this nautical cavern intimidated all who dared to approach it. Well, almost all that is apart from Jin-woo. He effortlessly permeates the invisible barrier designed to keep intruders at bay and ventures into his master’s spiritual domain.

Despite being an ancient and powerful king of the sea, Ashborn made the strange decision to emulate a land-like environment in his personal chambers.

As Jin-woo manifests into the realm, his appearance gives way to a form more befitting of a land dweller. His tail separates into two legs, his scales smoothen into skin, and he loses the winged fins on his ears and back. Once finished with this metamorphosis, Jin-woo takes a deep breath. Fresh pine, grass, and flowers perfume the air as he’s greeted by a lush valley. It had been a while since he had visited, and the setting had required him to transform into a human. Interestingly, transfiguration was one of the first skills Ashborn taught him. Speaking of his mentor –

“My disciple, it is good to see you again, though you appear…troubled. Tell me, what ails you so?” A rumbling voice rings across the horizon, signaling Ashborn’s approach; the tenebrous essence of the powerful deity contrasting with the greenery of the land. He appears in front of Jin-woo as a great dark knight. Much like his surroundings, Ashborn’s current visage was nothing but an illusion. Even the bravest of warriors said that his lifelike image invoked sheer terror in their hearts.

Many speculate he possesses a massive stature, at least several leagues in height and breadth alone, with piercing eyes and endless tendrils of dark hair. Others claim he is the son of Poseidon, one of the twelve Olympians, and a God of destruction who presided over the sea. However, Jin-woo never once witnessed this side of his teacher in all the years he’s been under his mentorship. Ashborn certainly exuded dignity, but he still displayed a humble attitude. And without fail, he would always appear in that strange, armored suit whenever he was in Jin-woo’s presence.

“My teacher, I must ask for your help on an urgent matter,” Jin-woo starts, anxiously running his tongue across his bottom lip. “This morning, while I was scavenging, I stumbled across the unmistakable aroma of an unmarked omega. It…it was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. As if I was being beckoned by someone or something. I wanted, no, I needed to heed its call.”

Ashborn listens in silence, his expression indiscernible. Jin-woo continued.

 “When I arrived, I was in front of a monstrosity of a ship – a yacht right by the sandbanks. At first, I assumed that someone had taken an unfortunate siren captive. But when I finally saw her–”

“You recognized she was human. Not only that, but she belongs to the lowest level of the hierarchy, an omega. Speak if I am wrong, my dear pupil.” Jin-woo lowers his head in shame, fringe obscuring his eyes. This action all but confirms it.

“I don’t know what to do or how to proceed, teacher. Everything I’ve learned about these creatures has made me detest them. But I can’t bring myself to hate her. How could this even be possible? We are not even of the same species. She’s my enemy, my prey…. At least, she’s supposed to be.” His voice lowers into a near whisper as he ends his confused rambling.

“And yet you don’t view her that way, do you child?” Ashborn poses a question he already knows the answer to but needs to hear in his pupil’s own words.

“No, I don’t,” Jin-woo replies grimly. “I yearn to know more about her. And not just that. I want to meet her, court her, and make her mine. If she’ll even have me, that is… So please, teacher, tell me if there is any meaning behind what I feel. Am I destined for something that bears no place in reality?”

Ashborn remains uncharacteristically quiet while faced with such a loaded question. All is eerily silent for a few moments, save for the cheerful chirping of the illusionary songbirds. At last, the monarch gazes at Jin-woo and gives him the answer he so desperately desires.

“It is entirely possible Sung Jin-woo, alpha of Jindo island, for I am proof of such a fantastical circumstance. My first and only love was also a human omega. A woman I devoted my entire being to over a millennium ago.”

Jin-woo’s eyes widened in shock at this revelation. His mentor had fallen in love at some point, and it was with a member of the human race? This was unheard of.

“I never knew you had a lover,” Jin-woo murmurs softly. “What was she like? Do you still remember everything about her after so many years?”

“Let me show you, my disciple. It is a tragic tale that words alone cannot properly convey.” With a wave of Ashborn’s hand, their surroundings began to morph and alter. The valley transforms into a spacious, yet quaint medieval village composed of several wooden houses with a bustling marketplace at its center.

When Jin-woo regains his bearings, he notices his mentor has also metamorphosized. A man with a sun kissed complexion, long dark hair, and a beard stands where he once stood. Though visibly unrecognizable, he was unmistakably Ashborn. A crimson cape was clasped to the pristine silver armor he wore. A paladin. Jin-woo recalls. He had some knowledge of the past lives of men through his rare excursions onto the Mainland. While disguised as a human, Jin-woo once traded in his goods for a textbook on history. He was loath to admit just how intriguing he had found it.

Ashborn speaks, his voice no longer resonating within the confines of shadowy steel.

“It was here in this village that I came across her. She was the only daughter of a peasant farmer. A strong-willed, rapscallion of a woman with a wit sharper than any blade. I can remember her beauty, her warmth, and her tenacity as clear and concise as the day we met.” He says with a wistful gaze. The scene then shifts to a woman in a pure white gown. Her eyes remained hidden, but it did nothing to impede upon her loveliness. The woman runs animatedly towards a man who looks identical to Ashborn’s borrowed likeness and leaps into his arms. The man then effortlessly spins her around before bringing her into a kiss. Jin-woo watches on, mesmerized by what was unfolding in front of him.

“I feared her rejection once she knew the truth of my identity,” Ashborn admits. “On the night we first made love, I finally revealed to her my status as ruler of the sea. However, it did not matter. She loved me wholly and unconditionally, regardless of who or what I was. Such was the strength of her resolve.” In the next instance, they return to the same valley from earlier. What differs this time is that the man and woman are there, unacknowledging of Jin-woo and Ashborn’s presence. Lost in their own special world. The woman has a flower crown on her head, and she sits on the grass, holding the man’s head in her lap. Both appear happy and at ease.

“For the first time in my existence, I experienced true contentment. I long to return to those days, but alas, our bliss did not last.”

Ashborn solemnly shuts his eyes as darkness overtakes the sky and rain falls. The man is now shown standing at a grave with an expression of anguish marring his face. The woman is nowhere to be seen, although Jin-woo knows exactly where she’s at.

“A plague was scourging the land and indiscriminately ending the lives of thousands. I tried to protect her with my magic, but it was to no avail. She fell gravely ill despite my best efforts. I discovered shortly thereafter that omegas were more susceptible to sickness than their contemporaries. If I had known beforehand, I would’ve brought her to the sea with me, away from that damned disease. But I was a fool who was willing to love and live with her as a man, not as a king. And as punishment for my hubris, an ailment snuffed out her life.”

At the end of his recollection, Ashborn’s lair returns to its original state. His mentor had also regained his shadowy exterior. The valley appears completely untouched by time, as if it were still one thousand years in the past. That’s why his lair looks like this. Jin-woo thinks as he finally recognizes its significance, It was their personal sanctuary. After a few moments of silence, Ashborn speaks.

“Although our circumstances are similar, you still have the privilege of choice. I cannot turn back time, nor can I change the past, but I am grateful. I experienced unspeakable grief, yes, but I also would have never encountered such love, tenderness, and passion had I not taken a chance on my omega. You, my disciple, still have free rein over your decision. Should you choose to pursue this woman, you have my blessing and irrefutable proof that she is a viable mate for you. If not, you will still receive my unwavering support in your future endeavors. The choice is yours to make.”

Jin-woo’s throat bobs. He feels an incredible sense of guilt at unearthing his master’s secret.

“My teacher, I apologize for prying into your past. I – I did not mean to bring up painful memories for you. I cannot imagine what you have endured. As of right now, I am not sure what it is I want, but I know for a fact I cannot give up on this human. I will need some time to contemplate and sort out my feelings. If you will excuse me.”

Jin-woo bows his head before turning to take his leave. As he approaches the exit, a sudden thought emerges at the forefront of his mind.

“Teacher, there is one more question I must ask. This human, she does not speak with words. She communicates with her hands and gestures. Is this some type of sorcery or spell that she’s casting?”

“It is most likely sign language, a manner of non-verbal communication used by humans who are unable to vocalize or hear. Perhaps she cannot speak, or has a hearing impairment, so she must express herself through other means.” Ashborn answers, curiosity lacing his voice.

Jin-woo feels his heart sinking. A siren’s serenade played a pivotal role in the mating ritual and was performed just prior to consummating an eternal bond. If what Ashborn said is true, then there is a possibility you could be immune to his song. This meant he wouldn't be able to use it on you when the time came…

He grits his teeth as he remembers your smiling face. Try as he might, Jin-woo just could not get you out of his head, nor was he willing to let you escape his grasp. You may not have realized it yet, but you had unknowingly sunk your fangs into him and the seeds of obsession were already beginning to take root. Rather than being discouraged by Ashborn’s observation, he instead finds himself reinvigorated.

“Teacher, disregard everything I said earlier. I now know what it is I must do.”

Ashborn peers into the eyes of his disciple, relieved by the determination that lights them. This was much more like the obstinate young man he knew.

“I choose to seek this omega and stake my claim, no matter what challenges may await the two of us,” Jin-woo proclaims proudly. “I will make her mine, but only if she consents to my proposal. And if not through song, then through other courtship methods. I am strong, stronger than any other alpha in my territory, and I know I can protect her from all who would wish her harm. I won’t let my mate slip through my fingers.”

“But what of maladies and the passage of time? You can fight against gods and monsters until the end of your days, but sickness or her ephemeral lifespan will not spare this young woman. In the end, your time with her shall be fleeting.” Ashborn ruthlessly counters Jin-woo’s declaration of protection.

Jin-woo bites his lip, not expecting this development. However, before he can muster a response, his mentor graces him with an answer.

“I know of one way you can overcome this. There is a recipe for an elixir known as the Holy Water of Life. It is a miraculous potion that can imbue invulnerability to communicable diseases, extend lifespan, and transform the consumer into a siren. I unfortunately did not have knowledge of such a panacea while I was with my love. Of course, I live with the regret of not discovering it sooner, as now I have no such use for it, but this does not mean I will idly stand by and let history repeat itself with my protégé.”

With a flash of light, an ancient scroll appears in front of Jin-woo. It unravels by itself to reveal its contents to him. Jin-woo’s eyes widen as he reads. Is this…?

“Behold. The ingredients for crafting the Holy Water of Life. I bequeath this boon unto you, my disciple. However, heed my warning as the acquisition of these components requires you to conquer all 100 floors of the Demon’s Castle and to defeat its king, Baran. This is a treacherous dungeon that may claim your life if you are unprepared for it, but it can also impart you with unspeakable power should you prevail.”

Jin-woo perks up at this information, his interest now fully piqued. “Tell me, master, where can I find the Demon’s Castle?”

“It hides far away, in the city of Seoul, within an incorporeal dominion. It is a flame-ridden landscape that will require you to assume the form of a human to enter the castle. Knowing all the risks it entails; do you still accept my offer?”

“I do,” Jinwoo confidently states.

“Very well,” Ashborn nods his assent, and a key materializes into Jin-woo’s palm.

“Use this key to open the gate to the Demon’s Castle. I have also implanted it with the coordinates to the dungeon’s location. You need only close your eyes and grasp onto the key to visualize it.”

Following the instructions, Jin-woo sees a map that details the exact distance from his current whereabouts to the metropolitan area of Seoul. It will be a lengthy trip, even with his impressive swimming prowess. He estimates it will take roughly half a day to arrive at his destination. Undeterred, Jin-woo presses onward.

“Teacher, I cannot thank you enough for all your help and guidance over these last few years. I give you my word; I will return alive and well, both with the elixir and Baran’s head. And then I will meet with the omega and court her in earnest.”

He departs without another word, although his promise relays an unspoken farewell between them. After some time passes, Ashborn stares at the vast skies of his domain and muses to himself.

“You have grown so much from when I rescued you from the Cartenon Temple all those years ago, Sung Jin-woo. I could not be prouder of you, my disciple. Till our next encounter.”

12 hours later...

Jin-woo finally emerges from the dark, briny waters that frame Seoul’s coastline.

After leaving Ashborn’s lair, he briefly returned home to pack and prepare for the journey ahead. Both Jin-ah and his mother were worried about his sudden departure, so he did the best he could to assuage their fears by giving them a sanitized version of the truth.

Jin-woo claimed Ashborn had provided him with a list of rare ingredients that were only available for purchase in the human markets at Seoul. He even promised to bring back a box of chocolates as a souvenir, something his mother and little sister had enjoyed during one of his return trips to the surface. He then traveled the full 413-kilometer distance from Jindo-gun to Seoul, stopping only for a few hours to rest and recuperate.

As he approaches land, he assumes the form of a naked human man and walks inland from the sea. However, Jin-woo comes to a halt when he becomes more aware of his current state of nudity. While it didn’t bother him, it would cause a lot of unnecessary trouble if any nosy beachgoers happened upon him and asked questions. It is also…pretty embarrassing to admit that he is…wobbly on these legs. Very much so.

He quickly summons his magical inventory and grabs a simple black t-shirt, boxers, fitted jeans, and athletic sneakers (‘Adidas’, the portly sales attendant had called them). As worthless as he found human decorum to be, Jin-woo needed to remain as inconspicuous as possible while he was in disguise. Once dressed, he strolled into the city. After 45 minutes, he found himself at the designated street junction on the map. Taking a deep breath, he brings forth the key, turns it, and unlocks the gate. 

⚓︎ To be continued...

[yandere-toons]

Yandere Bakugou Katsuki (Platonic & Romantic Headcanons)

Warnings: Mentions of Child Abuse (with domestic implied in association), Bullying, Intense Violence, Toxic Mindsets.

A.N. - Usual friend/partner format is absent to denote character's complicated relationship with intimacy!

"Friend" is a word he would never use, as it implies a degree of closeness and equal standing that Bakugou struggles to accept, that eats up the freedom and control he refuses to surrender, although others apply it for him.

Despite the enforced distance, Bakugou is quick to harass and torment any who claim intimacy with you or wish to establish such. This stems less from any clash with such feelings in Bakugou and more from the simple fact that attention divided is attention lost. Additionally, letting some extra into your life is another way of calling him incapable of fulfilling that need, a grave insult that rouses him to sever this dead weight on the battlefield.

Whomsoever has the gall to take that mantle from him, a death match will settle the undying question of whether his passion can conquer theirs. If they manage a desperate escape or a swift rescue, Bakugou will forever brand them a coward and challenge them on sight to let him finish the job.

It is difficult to overstate the amount of enmity he feels for those who intrude on the relationship. All who came before him, with the superior bond of time, cluck their tongues and sneer at his efforts to surpass them; all who come sniffing after him, he refuses to see as anything other than leeches in need of plucking and destruction.

A volatile household has imbued in Bakugou a hypersensitivity to all forms of criticism. He wishes to never again feel so trapped and powerless as the loser of a fight, so he exerts a similarly aggressive level of control over others, believing violence to be the one reliable way of coming out on top.

After all, no relationship is without contest as far as Bakugou was taught: compromise and compassion are tools for the weak, who cannot stand alone and serve only to elevate the strong. Some opponents, such as his teacher Aizawa, present a challenge not undertaken without first suffering heavy penalties to his dream, and thus this battle of wills is relegated here to a more passive defiance.

Through strength and superior force of will, a connection with Bakugou can only be a deterrent to other bullies and all the Minetas of the world. It is a pathway to unmatched companionship, performance, and success. All other relationships are transient, but with Bakugou, the results are entirely concrete and, by extension, reliable. You don't need nebulous concepts like "good company" preached by lesser individuals when Bakugou will ensure the identification and erasure of all vestigial weaknesses.

Additional elements in your life are, at best, a source of concern as dead weight or, at worst, actively prohibiting your well-being by limiting your time with him. Anyone who refuses to exact their pound of flesh in the relationship is either a liar or an idiot. Lies mean danger and warn Bakugou to expect an attack; idiots are not long for this world and therefore are unworthy of his time save for the occasional heckling.

Bakugou drives himself to excel at his every pursuit, trusting in such a "mastery over all" persona to cover his weak spots and allow for nothing that others could point at as his one failure. If he wins in all contests, then who could legitimately claim he is wrong?

Bakugou thrives on any chance to flaunt his strength — but abhors the idea of being used in the same manner as a lowly foot soldier; that is, presented as cannon fodder and expected to die a forgotten tool. Such requests are seen as an attempt at controlling him, which in and of itself is indicative of disrespect and cannot be tolerated.

Any advances from another in your life, he assumes, are a deliberate slight against his pride; and the knife must be stuck in a thousandfold lest he be remembered as the simpering coward who showed his belly at the first glare of competition.

Bakugou expects a mountain of boasting and gushing at the supposedly generous act of bestowing upon you his undivided attention; he, however, remains silent on the affair so as not to suggest any emotional dependence, an achingly true reality he is certain others will prey upon with mockery and invasive questioning. The loss of control over his attachment is a long-kept secret, for once it goes beyond his immediate control, it becomes a potentially gaping vulnerability, one readily exploited by his many enemies.

Despite his best intentions, Bakugou is much like the mother he fought so hard to survive and escape, a fact he both resents and considers necessary to protect himself. Only through being the strongest, and king of the hill, will his voice and his desires never again be ignored.

Bakugou often re-enacts these fights on his own terms, where the opponent is hopelessly outmatched and he can assume the position of power, subconsciously spewing the same insults and threats that were used against him to eke out a sense of worth and control in his life.

As a youngster, Bakugou is ripe to demand participation in all group activities. He frames his team as the one for whom success is guaranteed and assures you he only partners with winners. Any who step in or challenge with another word are blown away.

Among classmates, Bakugou has made a habit of targeting your favourites and any more who dare to dream they can take his place, unable to cope with a future where he is unnecessary. He must be essential, for anything less is an insult to his capabilities and a potential source of vulnerability.

In combat exercises, no one else is allowed to engage you. Those who land even a single blow, he puts through the wall. Bakugou himself is noticeably milder with his attacks on you, taking aim at less vulnerable areas and shooting to stun rather than kill. Training with you is fundamentally still a competition, but he won't allow you to be harmed by any of the lesser candidates and would-be heroes.

For the opposing team, Bakugou displays an enduring hatred and arms his attacks with power enough to blow through the human body and split the concrete wall behind it. This is no longer a game to him, but something deeply personal.

He leaves a slot open on his team and chases away any who seek to fill it, convinced that with an ample enough show of force, you will realise the error of your ways and switch sides to the clear winner. Still, he cannot let slip that he hopes for such a thing and would be hurt by its absence. If anyone asks, the slot was left open because his team, having him as a leader, did not require full manning.

At the peak of junior high, Bakugou's emotions spiral: lunging for perceived rivals, pummeling them, and teasing an explosion down their throat. Teachers, victims, and spectators alike keep quiet, half in fear for their own safety, half in the hope that he will grow out of it. The threat of death in such encounters is quite high, but any follow-through is likely to occur after the school day ends, where no one can block Bakugou from his prey.

Still at the peak of junior high, Bakugou is king of the schoolyard, and yet, has just as little power at home as he did before. This constant failure demands more showboating and greater performance at school, lest Bakugou be unacceptably rejected as another lost cause. He will never realise his goals if the world is not reshaped as it must be.

With age comes more power, and with more power comes more wins; and soon enough, Bakugou turns his hostilities on teachers. While in grade school, the few who tried to coax him into letting his "special friend" play with other kids were dismissed as copycats of his mousy father and roundly ignored; but in high school, the many who resort to lectures and threats sound all too like his mother and trigger a host of aggression.

Calls are made to his home about increasingly violent behaviour, which in turn leads his mother to scream profanity for hours and lay hands on him as punishment. His father, shut out of the loop by a dismissive wife and an equally hostile son, mistakes the vicious cycle taking root for general delinquency. He tries to talk Bakugou into standing down, but risks his own life in the process and so remains resigned to the background.

These well-intentioned but ineffective efforts, in a tragic twist of irony, feed Bakugou's attitude that no one has his back, and he must fight to keep hold of his one safe spot in life. As his "special friend," you must see his excellence and, only in continued and ever-greater reminders, be motivated to stick with him as you should. When he decides to grace you with his presence, there will be no distractions, only recognition for the inner weakness of all who fall short of his towering standards.

Well into his formative years, Bakugou retains a growing distrust of adults, viewing them as inherently antagonistic figures who seek to smother his freedom and cannot be relied upon when it counts. They are, at best, effete annoyances and, at worst, monstrous obstacles to be endured only until they may be properly annihilated.

Conditioned to see a potential foe in everyone, only once stout trust has developed can Bakugou turn his back and not fear the glint of the blade come swinging to make him regret it. These innocuous displays remind Bakugou of how much would be at stake if the intensity of his true feelings were revealed or, worse yet, surreptitiously exposed by some gossip-prone dunce.

In the event Kirishima turns the wrong phrase, Bakugou allows him to escape with a comparatively light thrashing, whilst everyone else is subject to the uncorking of years of rage and belligerence. Only his "special friend," worth more than all others, is spared the worst of his wrath.

Nothing riles him so as a battle with an audience, and when Bakugou has someone in particular to impress, what remains of the enemy is carted off the field on a stretcher. Through an excessive response, Bakugou simultaneously asserts his dominance as the premier hero, crushing his villainous opposition, and unambiguously demonstrates why choosing him in lieu of all the others was the only sensible conclusion. Everything is right in the world, at least until the next challenge presents itself.

Strength is the greatest virtue, and nothing says "superior dedication" like dropping your worst enemy at your feet after everyone else cautioned forgiveness. Bakugou sees a downed enemy as a current and future threat, but he sees a broken and crushed one as a sign of power.

Climbing to the top rung is his way of proving, both to himself and to the world, that Bakugou Katsuki is no longer the little boy who only dreams of victory and cannot face his mother. All opponents, today or tomorrow, will be summarily crushed, and Bakugou will prove, definitively, that any opposition was wrong to contest his will. In the heat of battle, he charges to conquer, afraid only of the feeling of smallness that comes with loss.

Raised in an environment where violence was the only way to be heard and respected, backing down from any kind of challenge is tantamount to cowardice; and the cowardly have no hope in this world, merely asking to be walked over and trampled. Pity and mercy are insults from the lips of those who look down on him, who see him as no threat and wish to deepen the wound of his mistakes.

Bakugou shapes his value on what he can accomplish rather than who he is. The rage and panic after a failed exam, the violent jealousy — it all stems from one core belief: if he is less than the best, he is nothing.

[vanilla1cream]

🌙 Midnight Desires

Paring: Yandere Kabru x reader, Slight Rin x reader

Warnings: Everyone are adults including the reader!, Kabru wants to sleep beside the reader but cant , slightly jealous Kabru, wet dreams, moaning, p in v, creampie, licking, masturbation, ejaculation, kissing.

Summary: It was a long day of traveling and fighting monsters in the dungeon and the group all settled in for the night. As soon as everyone fell asleep, Kabru was having a nightmare…or was he now?

Credits: Dividers are by the amazing and talented!! @wrbbnrse

Today was very exhausting for Kabru.

Traveling through the dungeon today was not an easy task since he was slightly irritated by something. Rin and the others kept hogging you today and he could barely get close to you without Mickbell or Kuro whining about not being beside you. He rolled his eyes at their protests and went to retrieve some water from the lake not wanting to argue with them further. He gathered some water in the bottles and could make out a conversation between u and Rin.

"I want you to sleep with me tonight (y/n)." I looked perplexed " Oh but I was gonna bunk with Kabru again."

She rolled her eyes "He doesn't always need to sleep with you angel, besides he never lets me sleep beside you and always takes you away from the group to have you for himself."

I blushed at her words, it was no secret that Kabru always wanted you by his side at every time during the day. He always wants my input on what his plans are for conquering the dungeon and strategies for any of the dungeon hazards. He formed a stronger bond with you after he opened up to you about his backstory and ever since he was always around you.

I was then pulled out of my thoughts "So why not? Wanna bunk with me tonight? Besides I need to fix the ends of your hair they need be redone". She grabbed a strand of my purple locks and twirled it around.

Rin's eyes gleamed in confidence, knowing that I wouldn't say no to hurt her feelings or make her upset. "But I already....I uhhh...well okay fine I will". She grinned and hugged me tight.

kabru watched our interaction and was fuming. He nearly broke the bottle. "Um Kabru your squeezing the bottle to hard" Kabru snaps out of his daze and looks down "Oh uh yeah. Sorry my bad". He sighs and him and Holm got up to put the water in the traveling bag. He felt even more irritated today.

The sounds of soft snores were heard during the night.

I was sandwiched right next to Rin, she had one arm on my side and the other on her sheet. Daya, Holm, Mickbell and Kuro all surrounded us and was sleeping in thier sleeping bags. We all set up our sleeping quarters in an empty shack that we found today.

Kabru twisted and turned in his sleep, he could barely get any rest all and it wasn't from Mickbell's snoring. He made a guttural growl and his eyes opened in a huff. He looked at the side of him and saw all of his group members and Rin curled up next to you.

He glared at the scene in pure jealousy. Honestly, the nerve of Rin. Keeping his precious kitten all to herself.

Fucking annoying.

He then laid back down in an irritated state and covered himself up with his blanket. He took one last glance at your face, admiring how slow and soft ur breathing was and the peaceful look on your face. Your hair was straightened and beautiful, the purple locks at the ends of your hair were in a curly style that Rin did.

Kabru’s face softened as he stared at your form one last time before finally succumbing to the night. He closed his eyes and started to rest. Or…so he thought.

A few minutes into the night. He began to turn over and over in his sleep. He breathed heavily and gasped at a new sensation he felt. He was dreaming about a rather intimate moment between you and him. In his lower region something felt warm with a burning desire.

Kabru looked at you with lust in his eyes as he was on top of you naked. You also looked at him with love and also lust. He smiled and began to passionately lock his lips onto yours. He then began to move his hand down your thighs which made you moan from the feeling.

Kabru’s bulge began to peak out through his underwear. His eyes were still closed shut and he slowly began to move his hand towards his bulge and caressed it. “Ahh. Ah!” He began to press and massage his hard member and moaned at the feeling. It felt good...so very good. Kabru then slowly began to take off his underwear revealing his erect and large member. He then grabbed his cock and started pumping it slowly, he let out small gasps and soft moans as he rubbed it down.

Kabru remained on top of you and began to position himself and his cock against your clit teasing it a little. He slowly inserted himself inside of you while moaning at the tightness of your gummy walls. You moaned loudly at his large length as he stretched you out, it felt so big as he was fully inside of you. He gasped at how good and tight you felt.

"Nghh! ah!" His eyes remained shut and he kept stroking his cock up and down slightly faster then before. The feeling was like pure ecstasy to him and he wanted to feel it even more. As he kept going his eyes focused down on your large bouncing breasts and it drove him crazy.

"Ah ah ah! Oh oh (y/n)! You feel so good! So good!" Kabru began pounding inside of you at rapid pace. Every pound made your body feel like it was on fire, it felt so damn good! He pounded at you in a desperate matter chasing his orgasm."Ohh Kabru! Oh oh!" You begin to feel your climax buildup from Kabru's rapid thrusts and held him tighter.

He stroked himself even faster and moaned softly at the feeling, he could feel his cock about to spill out at any second now! Saliva trailed down from his mouth at the passionate feeling.

"Ahh! (y/n)! Oh I can't..ah.. Shit! I can't hold it much longer!" He whimpered at the feeling of your tight pussy squeezing against his warm cock, he felt like he was about to burst inside of you.

"Cum! Cum inside of me Kabru!" He looked at me feel of lust and he pounded inside of me four more times deeply and then he finally exploded inside of me. "(Y/n)!!!!" His head shot up towards the sky and we both moaned loudly as he spilled his hot thick ropes of cum inside of me filling me up.

Kabru spilled thick ropes of cum onto his bed sheets and he whimpered at the delicious sensation. He finally emptied out the rest of his juices after what felt like forever. He panted in exhaustion and satisfaction, he was relieved of the pain he felt earlier. His sheets were now tainted with his cum.

His eyes remained shut the whole time and he drifted off to sleep once more. Luckily his group members were still asleep and heard nothing the whole time in the night.

[yandereunsolved]

ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ Yandere Four w/ Colors ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎ꨄ︎

"Hey, Four. Could you—"

"Great Blue, you made us split again! This hasn't happened since we met them—!"

"Gre—"

"Maybe if you had thought of a better game plan, I wouldn't have had us split. We aren't all the same, and they need to know that. I'm the best out of all of us anyway. So I suppose I can see why you are worried."

"Ahem."

"Guys, let's not fight! They already like Four. We've made them a bunch of gifts that they liked. So we're gonna slaughter all of their enemies, kidnap them from The Chain, return to our Hyrule, have a bunch of fun dates with them, marry them, and then maybe have a bunch of our own kin running around!"

"That's never gonna work! Keep dreamin'. I'm gonna have them all to myself."

"Sometimes I wonder how I got stuck with you three... Our darling has been standing here the entire time."

"Um, kidnap? You guys are Four when he splits?"

"Relax, relax. Red was just getting overly excited, as he always does. We would never lie to you."

"It's us! Yeah! Green and Blue got into fights... like they always do... over how we were going to share—"

"Ignore him."

"I should get going. I'm sure the others have more information about this. No offense. It just seems stressful for you all."

"Wait!"

"They're running away now. Look what you dumbasses did!"

"I've got them. See? Easy."

"They look so adorable when they sleep."

"Agreed."

"What do we do now, Green? Four is going to be so, so mad when he finds out!"

"Who says Four has to know? I say we divide and conquer."

"This precious jewel of will stay with us until darkness falls over the land and the goddesses fall from the heavens."

[shini--chan]

How about head canons of America was in love with a cosmic female country who is much more introverted, powerful and smarter then him and also lives on another planet from earth. Being a more independent country herself.

Heads up for Alfred doing insane shit. Being smarter wouldn't mean not doing some very stupid things.

Yandere America - Pitfalls

Trigger warnings: biological warfare, rampant capitalism, insanity and “the end justifies the means” mentality

This would be one of the cases where Alfred's obsession would spark up nearly immediatly. You would be one of a kind, and tremendous in your inpact on his life. All new and fresh and unknown - it would excite him to end. Beyond even his obsession with you as a person, there would be the fevour of discovering an alien civilisation and charting it. America would ask himself if this was how James Cook or the Pholyinesians felt when they ventured beyond the known world. That being said, you would be captivating in your totality and on a whole other level. His obsession with you as an alien would also feed into his obsession with you as a person, and vice versa, leading to a spiral. 

He would become clingy and jealous and try to be the only terran nation you would pay attention to. All of that would be cloaked with childish enthusiasm that wouldn't even be disingenous. That what you would have that he wouldn't yet possess would make him envious. Alfted would wish to bring all your treasures and secrets in his possession and he wouldn't shy away from violent means if need to. 

Your superiour intelligence would be to your disadvantage if it would rest on a erroneous belief system, just as your power wouldn't automatically negate his. As such he would do his utter best to pass on a lot of distortions of facts and misinformation and deceiving impressions. By having established himself as your contact person when it'd come to earthly matters, it would be far easier to play the part of counterintelligence. You would be hardly able to verify everything he'd tell you, and he would conceal his lies by having them contain kerrnels of truth. 

Besides, there would probably be a whole set of myths that you would base your morality and interests on, as well as other stereotyps and misconceptions. You would have to keep an eye on the palace intrigue of your own political arena and you wouldn't be able to devout all your attention to his antics (he wouldn't like that, but one thing at a time). If you would be the sole personification on your planet, or one of few, then he would even use your political naivity against you. If that fails, then Divide and Conquer and destruction galore. He would then he there to pick up the pieces once you've been brought to your knees. 

If you would see the signs and outwit him, then he would be furious. Alfred would try to make you bow or bend or break the old fashioned way. Perhaps he would have one of your emisarries catch a deadly disease and bring it home. Or the carrier would be an envelope or toy laced with the contaminates, or an infected head. Or he would dig his claws in one of the social fractures and widden the fissure to a gourge. Weapons would be shipped and since you wouldn't be on the same planet, he wouldn't shy away from using nuclear weapons. Expanding on that, commiting war crimes wouldn't be a big issue for him when it would come to you, since there likely wouldn't be anybody to tattle on him. And if yes, then you would likely be too far from Earth for his peers to really care. 

Else, he would corrupt your officals with his capitalism, have them raze the forests, empty the oceans and strip mine the lands until the planet would be a shadow of what it once was. He could even coerce your officals into doing his bidding with the carrot and the stick. The lessons learned from advertising and propaganda would be applied here - he would have fleeting emotions and greed surpress lasting interests and logic. Alfred would deceive you, by playing the simpleton and have you underestimate him, or by upping his insanity and being unpredictable. 

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere Imposter: Tomura Shigaraki

He’s often a subject of suspect during meetings

Always backed up by one of his groupies

With the white or cyan suit, you have every right to be wary of him

He’s the heir to a massive galactic crime syndicate

That needs the majority of this crew gone

Whether they’re ejected or eliminated by him and his team

It will be done

But he’s allowed to have a prize for himself

The cute and haughty navigator who he wants nothing more than to see you crying his name out will suffice

Since you met he’s wanted to break you down

To put you in your place next to him as a power

To own the bossy navigator that has no problem telling him how you feel about his work ethic

Always nitpicking in that adorable bossy voice of yours

Wagging your little finger in his face teasing him to no end

He’s always felt especially steamy in his suit when you’re critiquing his tasks over his shoulder

Just reach over and kiss him, why don't you

But he thinks it’ll feel even better when he’s the one calling the shots

With permission from his father, you are his reward 

As long your not working for the enemy you’re all his:

“Geez could this night get any worse!?” 

You called out to the echoing chamber of the control room. Awoken in the heat of the night by your captain you rushed to try and fix the malfunctioning system. Your crew was dwindling leaving the few of you to divide and conquer. Splitting apart to fix the most vital inner workings of the Innersloth ship which conveniently have all begun to malfunction at the same time. You were given your original station–Navigation, only for the adjacent system of communication to also be glitching. Trying to manage both systems you're running back and forth throughout the room you were so frazzled you almost missed the entry of your assistant. 

“Shigaraki?! Good, I’m glad that your here. I need help stabilizing communications and navigation, take your pick.”

You continued working, stopping to yell at him when you heard no movement or response. But when you turned the confusion of his appearance was enough to make you stop.

“What are you wearing? And why are you smiling like that?”

He indeed was smiling as he continued to walk into the room; wearing a red-hooded cape over a black skintight suit that reminded you of the elite space heroes uniform. He moved to the communication panel took out a flash drive and plugged it into the port. You opened your mouth to reprimand him for this bizarre behavior but you were stopped by the feedback from the public announcement system. 

“As of now we have control over all communications and in a bit, we will have….navigation. In three...two...one.”

At the mention of the word the red blinking lights changed to green, indicative of the remote access that was apparently being used. You wished that was the end of it but it was not. 

“Done! Oh and in a lil’ bit we’ll begin our little,” the speaker laughed before continuing,” firing squad courtesy of Dabi!! Would you like to hear from the lucky contestants?”

“Mmmf agh No please you can’t do this, please–mmmmf”

The voice of your captain pleaded to shrink as she was pulled away with a hand covering her mouth. Listening you could hear similar silenced noises of the remaining crew struggling.

“And that’s all from them! We’re going to have a great show! Do you want to join us Shiggy-boss man?” 

The click of a walkie-talkie from behind you and the smug response of your former assistant solidified any doubts that might have lingered on.

“You guys can start without me. I’ll just be getting my prize…”

Hollering and muffled screams on the PA were the last you heard before it was clicked off. A cold sweat formed on your neck and a bubble of fear formed in your mouth. You refused to turn, to look the man in his blood-hungry eyes. 

“So are you going to kill me now…?”

“You know that’s not what I want.”

“Than the prize you want…?”

“It's you. It’s always been you.”

[saintobio]

S.O.S | one: remnants of war

when crash landing on a strange planet takes you to a different reality where the man you love is no longer the man that loves you

pairings. gojou satoru, fem!reader

genre. heavy angst, romance, sci-fi, space au, 18+

word count. 7k+

tags & warnings. ooc, war, violence, profanity, killings/death, miscarriage, trauma, injuries, blood, suggestive smut, kinda yandere

notes. sorry i’ve been sick but i finally managed to pump out a 7k chapter <3 it’s not much n i wrote this at 3am i am sowwy for any errors

series masterlist -> episode two

When it came to war, victory wasn’t just about who had the most advanced weapons, or the most skilled troops, or the most military power. It wasn’t about who outnumbered who in the battlefield. Wasn’t about the lesser deaths and lesser damages. And definitely wasn’t about who destroyed more territories than the other.

Victory in warfare was about strategy.

From a classic book Satoru had picked up and curiously read back in his teenage years — ‘The Art of War’ by Sun Tzu said that in order to be victorious, there are certain rules in war that one must always keep in mind:

If our forces are ten to the enemy's one, to surround him; if five to one, to attack him; if twice as numerous, to divide our army into two.

If equally matched, we can offer battle; if slightly inferior in numbers, we can avoid the enemy; if quite unequal in every way, we can flee from him.

In his tactical dispositions, he also stated that a clever fighter is one who not only wins, but excels in winning with ease. One may know how to conquer without being able to do it. One may be able to secure himself from defeat, but cannot make certain of defeating the enemy. Therefore, victory wasn’t about physical strength, combat skills, nor an extraordinary display of prowess in the battlefield. It was having a sharp, perceptive mind. It was making astute decisions in the midst of life and death. ‘Adroitness’ they called it. And Satoru Gojou had it.

“Watch out for the enemy aircraft. It’s not an allied plane,” speaking to the radio was the white-haired First Lieutenant himself as he maneuvered the control wheel to his right, tilting the jet in a 60-degree angle while guiding the two other fighter jets tailing him from side-to-side “Let’s move to Zone 6 from our current position.”

“Roger that.”

“Copy.”

And just as the three combat planes flew past a thick array of slate grey clouds, Satoru was laser-focused inside the cockpit while mapping the area in his head so he could visualize the best aviation tactics he could gather from this scene. It was needless to say that the air space was his domain and it went hand-in-hand with his stellar eyesight that allowed him to get a clear vision of the city. Almost like he was omnipresent with his God-like perception. He could sense his brain creating its own GPS coordinates from the seemingly empty skies of Tokyo, which later allowed him to ascertain that there was an unidentified aircraft surrounding them before the radar screen could even detect its movements.

Flying a warplane was no easy task, yet he had soared every corner of Japan’s air space for the last eight years while memorizing all the possible directions where all these hostile aircrafts could launch their missiles. He was only 21 when he was first entrusted to fly an F-15 Eagle, only 23 when he was promoted First Lieutenant of the Japan Air Self-Defense Force, and only 26 when he became the most feared fighter ace after over 207 aerial kills. He had never been shot down nor had he ever lost any of his wingmen during aerial dogfights. He was hailed as a military hero and a legend by his countrymen, but also a ruthless sadist and a staunch nationalist by his enemies.

“Bogey sighted.” It was his fellow airman, Yuuta Okkotsu, who alerted his co-pilots with urgency. “There’s only one in the area, Alpha 1.”

Just as Satoru predicted. “I already got visual on it,” he announced, keeping a tight hand on the throttle lever as he glided the jet in an obtuse angle. “Tail the bogey. I’ll cover it from above.”

“Roger,” answered his third airman, Second Lieutenant Suguru Getou, from their fighter squadron, “It’s not a reconnaissance aircraft. It’s a MiG-29.”

The thing was, although he was the leader of the squadron, Satoru still had to obey orders from his superiors down at the headquarters. The Colonel himself was in the Tactical Command Center and Control Room monitoring every movement of their aircrafts while the team were tracking the enemies crossing the Tokyo air space to do aerial reconnaissance. Thus, whether Satoru liked it or not, firing a missile was always at the decision of the Colonel, and not his. He could only direct his airmen to a certain extent, but never to the point of driving them to an attack. It was an absolute nightmare for a bloodthirsty man like him to hold off on retaliating when he was more than willing to shoot down enemy aircrafts of any caliber for having the audacity to cross his motherland.

“I got a bad feeling about this,” spoke Yuuta from his radio as he flew the Raptor towards the enemy’s MiG fighter jet. That same jet was slowing down its velocity as soon as it sensed Yuuta’s proximity. “It’s slowing down. I’m gonna cross him.”

Both Satoru and Suguru yelled otherwise from their respective jets. “It’s a trap!” they warned in unison before Gojou continued, “It’s gonna attack from behind!”

In confirmation to the First Lieutenant’s assumption, the enemy pilot did blast off a powerful missile towards the Raptor that, in a matter of seconds, could detonate the entire aircraft it touches.

“Shit,” Suguru cussed as he increased his speed while ensuring the stability of his fuselage, “This is Alpha 2 on standby. Alpha 3 is in danger. Permission to engage?”

Everyone on the radio could hear Yuuta’s panic when the enemy attacked him with its armaments. A fusillade of gunshots were soon fired towards his route and the Raptor could be seen swerving from left to right just to avoid the cannons. “Jesus Christ! It’s… It’s shooting me down.”

“Maintain current formation,” answered the Colonel down at the HQ, “Do not fire unless granted.”

Another missile was fired from the enemy’s side.

And another.

“Goddamn. They fired on us first!” The attack led Satoru to grip his control wheel tightly, making a drastic attempt to pull up and accelerate vertically so he could get a better view of the MiG chasing Yuuta’s Raptor plane as the latter made a swift turn to the left to avoid the missile. Unfortunately, the weapon still managed to scrape off the Raptor’s horizontal stabilizer, sending the tail of the jet to an explosion. “Alpha 3’s plane is compromised! Permission to fire, sir?!”

Satoru took a deep breath and held it in as he kept his eyes on the enemy’s aircraft underneath him. Just one press of the red button. Only one long press, and his radar display suggested that he was in the perfect position to blast off a deadly missile towards the bogey. This would have been his 208th kill.

But there was no immediate response from the other end of the radio.

“I’ll switch to guns,” Satoru bargained, resting his thumb above the red button at the weapons panel as he waited for the go signal. “Please confirm. Please, please.”

“Denied,” however, was the answer of their military leader. “Pursue the enemy out of the city ASAP. We have civilians down there. Don’t risk it.”

Fuck.

Even Suguru himself was disappointed at the order, but had no other choice except to chase after the steel gray jet. “Roger, I’m on it.”

“Raptor’s going down hard,” Satoru said under his breath as he caught sight of Yuuta’s aircraft below him—its right wing starting to burn up. 8 years in the air force and Satoru had never lost an airman during combat fights. Not one, not two. Not until today. He had responsibilities towards the lives of his airmen and if Yuuta couldn’t make it this time, Satoru knew that the burden of losing a member would haunt him forever. He wasn’t crazy for wanting to protect the lives of his fellow soldiers. “Yuuta, lead the jet out of the city limits, do you copy?”

“Yuuta.”

“Yuuta, do you copy?”

“…Yuuta, eject now! NOW!”

It took a few minutes for the younger airman to respond, mumbling incoherent words through the radio as if he was fumbling over the navigation. “I-I’m going to e-eject.”

Relief washed over Satoru’s body as soon as he heard the sound of Yuuta’s voice, yet it didn’t help that he was still at the height of tension because the bogey that nearly killed his airman was still flying freely around Tokyo. ‘1 plane down, 2 to go.’ The enemy must be feeling smug for shooting down a Raptor, especially when there were three of them and only one of him, but Satoru’s pride would not allow them to lose this dogfight. Even if it was just between him and the enemy, he would risk his own life just to ensure that the bogey would never be able to fly around his land ever again. Satoru Gojou dedicated his entire life to put his nation first before himself; it was a pledge he had made the moment he joined the JASDF and he would stick to it even if he was at the median between life and death.

He was ready to die for his country, whether that be today, tomorrow, or any other day soon.

Yet, at the back of his mind, losing this battle would also mean leaving the person he loved behind. All the promises he had made, the moments he would miss, the marriage vows he was still yet to exchange—only the thought of you came inside his mind while 65,000 feet in altitude.

“Please. Just please stay.” You reached for his hand and squeezed it with all your might as if being able to feel your desperation could somehow change his mind. Satoru was even certain that you would have begged to no end if you could. “I don’t want you to go to war anymore. We need you here. I need you here. I-I don’t know what I’d do if something happens to you.”

He slung his duffel bag over his shoulder and pulled you close. “They need to deploy me up there. I have to do my job.”

“If you walk out of that door, I swear to God,” you paused, voice shaking and eyes brimming with gut-wrenching tears, “I’m never going to forgive you.”

He wasn’t exactly choosing his military duties over you, but saving the people also meant that he was saving you. To keep you away from danger was his utmost priority, but in order for that to be possible, a little bit of sacrifice must be made.

And a little bit of hope that he would come back safe.

“I’ll come home to you, I promise. I asked Anais to look after you while I’m gone.” His saccharine words were added with a loving kiss he had planted on your stomach. He could feel his heart swelling at the thought of your bump getting twice as large by the time he returned. “Keep mommy safe, okay?”

Your face, on the other hand, melted into inexplicable pain. “S-Satoru, please.”

“I gotta go.” It took him a lot to pull away from you as if the heaviness in his heart brought a stronger force than the Earth’s gravity. But he had to leave. He had to cup your face, press his forehead against yours, and kiss you one last time. “I love you.”

“I’m gonna fire.” Satoru announced his decision as he manned the control wheel and steered the Eagle vertically. “I have to.”

And he had to go home to his pregnant girlfriend. Safe.

“First Lieutenant Satoru! Get a hold of yourself!” The Colonel did not hold back on displaying his exasperation. “You are not given permission to shoot! Hold your fire or there will be penalty—”

“It’s not a reconnaissance plane! This thing’s going to drop a nuclear bomb on us.” He spoke with tensed jaws, the veins in his neck were standing out in livid ridges. It was ridiculous that he couldn’t even engage while the enemy was showing its hostility like this. Satoru wasn’t flying an air superiority aircraft for nothing and he planned to let his superiors understand the consequences that bad decisions could lead them to. “Trust me on this, Colonel. We’d have a lot more civilian casualties if I don’t shoot it now! That MiG has a nuclear bomb loaded and it’s going to kill hundreds and thousands of innocent lives. Every second is crucial and the moment we delay any form of attacks, it’s going to take advantage.”

“I’m with Alpha 1, sir,” added Suguru, matching the speed of the MiG aircraft while sending his best friend a salute. “I’ll lead the bogey to the pacific. We got this.”

Certainly. And just the sight of Yuuta ejecting from the canopy, Satoru could feel chills running down his spine while imagining the horrifying thought of his airman in those angry flames that swallowed his aircraft. But Yuuta was alive and safe now. They only had the enemy to focus on, but how come everything suddenly became suffocating? His heart was thumping at an unstable rhythm. His lungs were requiring him to have more oxygen intake. There was no explanation to the phenomenon that he was experiencing internally at that moment—all he knew was that it was a sign for him to choose a decision based on his own judgment without the command of his superiors.

While flying the Eagle at top speed, it felt as though the fighter jet was slicing through the Earth’s atmosphere by the time he went head-to-head against the MiG. His acceleration gave him the chance to then be able to get a millisecond glimpse of the pilot from the country that started this era’s World War. Why, if anything, should Satoru show mercy on a person that participated in killing millions of innocent people across the world?

Due to his fast reflex, he succeeded in avoiding the cannonade from the bogey, only receiving partial damages on the canopy and the fuselage, but not enough to disrupt the inertial navigation system. In return, the First Lieutenant along with his infamous icy glare showed zero hesitation before he pressed two red buttons that released a precision attack from AIM-120 AMRAAMs. Screams and orders from an angry set of military superiors could be heard from the radio, but Satoru was far too focused on the missiles that tailed his enemy like a loaded firework that was ready to explode.

“Bogey is away from the city limits,” he spoke to the radio, “Suguru, you can go vertical as fast as you can.”

“Copy that.”

The MiG was on a deadend despite facing a never ending sky in front of him because the missiles were built to chase the enemy’s trail. And so, it didn’t even last more than two seconds until the bogey detonated from the highly explosive weapon shot down by Japan’s infamous fighter ace. It was in Satoru’s belief that no enemy should escape his country alive, therefore, after seeing that the enemy safely ejected himself out of the jet, Satoru circled back to the area and loaded up his 20mm gatling guns to completely assassinate the pilot on his parachute to death.

There must have been 35 bullet holes on his body, none of which could still render him alive after this aerial dogfight.

There was an obvious sense of satisfaction when he flew back to the military zone while discerning the Tokyo skies free from any more unidentified enemy aircrafts. His pride gave him the self-gratification that he needed after following decisions on his own no matter what kind of consequences were awaiting him at the headquarters. They could confiscate his badge, take his insignia, and strip him of all the rights he had as a fighter pilot and a military officer, or worse—dishonorably discharge him, but none of the aforementioned repercussions had surprisingly greeted him as he hopped out of the Eagle.

Among the high-ranking officers and their phlegmatic faces that welcomed him back at the headquarters, it was the Colonel that first made a remark about Satoru’s boldness in the earlier interception. “That was risky behavior you showed up there, First Lieutenant Satoru.”

As he took off his helmet and mask, the white-haired ace offered an apathetic salute. “You could thank me for saving lives. The crash was off the city limits like you wanted, sir.”

“You killed the enemy,” the older man reiterated, his eyes growing as dark as his raven mustache, “We had an agreement that we will only hold them captive. If you think we’re safe now, I’m telling you that country is more than capable of sending a hundred more aircrafts as revenge.”

“Then, I’ll kill a hundred more of them.” Satoru continued to remove his gloves as he walked along the hallways while the Colonel, the officers, and the military personnels followed his trail inside the center. A quick pivot on his heel made him turn to face his superior with a salute. “It was nice flying by your useless commands today, Colonel. I hope they find a better person for your position soon.”

For now, his duty was over. And although it did not end as pleasantly as one would expect, he still spared his country from unexpected nuclear warfare. No one with a sound mind should assume that they were totally safe from nuclear attacks, but the goal was to defect them as much as they could. Not triggering the enemy could make them look weak as opposed to showing the enemy that Japan was not a country they should mess with. He knew that the events today would not be the last, but if the enemy were to wipe out the entire nation, they would have to go through JASDF’s brutal sky domination first.

And the person behind every successful interception was him.

Yet, in spite of all his sacrifices and his heroic intentions, the battlefield did not end in the Tokyo skies. The battle, the only one he had ever lost, was in the infirmary after a nurse had informed him of an incident concerning the woman that he loved the most.

“What’s wrong?” he worriedly asked, cupping your cheek and staring at your listless eyes as he sat at the edge of your hospital bed. “What happened while I was gone?”

Heartbreaking silence was your only response.

“The baby.” It was your fellow nurse who answered. “Sir, she… she collapsed and lost the baby after you left.”

2 YEARS AFTER

“Why do you keep testing his commitment to the air force?” You had already lost count of the amount of times your step-sister, Anais, would follow you around the bunkers only to question your relationship with Satoru. “He’s a hero, Y/N. It’s his lifelong dream to become a General. He’s keeping all of us safe. He’s defending our homeland. I’ve known Satoru since we were kids and he’s always been a man who would put others first before himself. You shouldn’t corner him into a position where he has to choose between you and his duty.”

You ended up continuing your footsteps a tad bit faster than hers so you could escape the unreasonable nonsense that she was blathering about. To keep it together and ignore her has been your specialty by now. So that was exactly what you did. And as you entered the central dining hall, you immediately had the familiar smell of rusting metal along with the fetor of gunpowder that hung in the air. It came to the point where you no longer had the appetite to eat enough nor did you have the energy to interact with everyone in this underground environment that they had opened to citizens from over a year ago after they failed to stop the nuclear warfare.

They said the nuclear war was nearly over, yet you had not managed to see sunlight for the past two years ever since the rest of you ‘survivors’ were thrown into an underground city built only to carry a population of 2,500 people. You worked as a ward nurse, mostly to aid wounded soldiers, and you knew exactly the consequences of what would happen to those who regularly went out of the underground base. You had seen plenty of them down at the infirmary and had to give each and everyone of them the false hope that they still had the possibility to live even after being exposed to extreme radiation. That those acute skin burns that turned into cancer; those inflamed, red scabs that never healed—that they could get better. That they could survive it. That they were lucky enough not to be like those who were incinerated entirely.

You were a liar after all.

So much so to the point where you were feeling less and less emotions when you had to witness the death of another fallen soldier. It no longer mattered to you if they were once someone’s parent, child, spouse, or sibling. It didn’t matter anymore that you now had to stand next to a woman who was just heavily mourning the death of her husband yesterday when you tried to resuscitate his life to no avail. Here she was, proceeding with her life in spite of her soulless eyes as she lined up to get a tray at the cafeteria. Here she was, barely noticing your presence beside her as you both mechanically walked to get stale food from overworked cooks who could also feel the same tedious, unenthusiastic life routine. Waking up each day, fulfilling mandatory tasks, eating rationed meals, and going back to bed. It didn’t help that all you could see from left to right were dull gray metal and unpainted concrete. Or people wearing the same dark jumpsuits as if you were all prisoners under the rubbles of an ashen city. You could understand why the widow you comforted yesterday looked like she was ready to just take her own life rather than spend the rest of it down here.

Because that same feeling was once within you.

It had been two years since you lost your baby, but you couldn’t say that your heart, despite being calloused, had completely healed. The reason why Anais had been pestering you about your treatment towards Satoru was because it had been your personal choice to detach your emotional dependence on him. He, too, was heartbroken at the loss of his child, but he could never understand the gravity it had on you. You nearly begged on his knees to stay at home before that one tragic day happened and it always left lingering a thought in your mind that your baby would have been 2 years old by now had Satoru chosen to stay.

He didn’t stay that day and he had been telling you every day for the past year that it was one of his biggest regrets in life. That he wished he could have turned back time. That he wanted to punish himself for saving countless children’s lives but not his own. You didn’t speak much to him and decided to keep your grief in silence despite the numerous times he had tried to apologize. Eventually, he stopped pursuing you, and your life had become a routine of simple hi’s and hello’s. You two were overcome by lassitude, sent down to the abyss of internal conflicts that were never fixed through proper communication. There were days where he would be deployed and be gone for months. There were days where he would briefly come back and talk about the men they had lost in war. There were days where you two would be in bed wrapped up in each other’s naked bodies, yet no word or any form of intimacy would be shared. There was no connection anymore. It was kind of just… doing intimate things for the sake of relieving emotional stress. It was just living and breathing and being there. It was just reminding yourself that he was still alive and that you still had him.

The attacks left everyone traumatized, but Satoru focused on his military duties and worked hard to rise up to the position of a Lieutenant General after overthrowing his incompetent superiors. He was only 28 years old and was already the 2nd highest ranking military officer in the entire nation. Everywhere he went, people respected him. They would bow down to him. They were intimidated at the sight of him. They would treat him like a saint. You would have been extremely proud of him if only it didn’t have to take your baby’s death for him to reach his dream.

And these thoughts you had now were the exact reasons why your step-sister would not leave you alone. To her, you were being unreasonable. Selfish. Ungrateful.

“—you can’t make this about you when he’s only concerned about the safety of our people,” she said. It was probably even offensive to her that you were sitting at a table, dipping your single piece of bread in a bland mushroom soup as she went on and on about your life. “Y/N, I understand your pain and I know it’s been hard for you ever since you lost your unborn baby, but… it’s been two years. You’re making Satoru suffer by blaming the miscarriage on him. Miscarriages literally happen to so many women during war. Do you really want to raise your child at a time like this? Think of your loss as a blessing in disguise.”

Insensitive. So damn insensitive.

You kept your gaze straight ahead, choosing not to meet Anais’ eyes and just watch the people in queue being given rationed food which, in their words, were still better than MREs. The food supply was scarce and just enough to keep the people alive, but even then, famine was another issue aside from the nuclear devastation on the ground above this man-made city. You had seen children at the infirmary showing signs of malnutrition and as much as it broke your heart, there wasn’t much you could do. Perhaps, at Anais’ last words, she was right. But you could never let your heart accept that.

“Y/N, please. Are you listening to me?” Anais sighed as she sat in front of you.

You chewed your bread slowly and finally broke your commitment to staying taciturn. “What exactly do you mean by ‘making him suffer’?”

Her eyes had fire behind them, almost as red as her long, wavy hair. Her obvious frustration was more so because your indifference was a hit to her pride as Gojou’s beloved childhood best friend. “You’re basically ignoring his existence,” she told you, “Do you realize that the way you’re treating him reflects the way he treats the rest of us? His subordinates are telling me he’s the harshest he’s ever been to them. He also doesn’t talk to me nor Ares anymore. He’s always cold and temperamental and… and… I don’t know. He’s not the same.”

“He’s a grown man. It was his choice to change the way he treats you all,” you replied, pushing the plate away. To reinforce your statement, you began to add, “It’s not my responsibility to care about every single one of your feelings.”

You missed him, of course you did, but the past two years had been difficult for you both. It was even harder to just reconnect and act like nothing strained your relationship with him while knowing deep, deep down that the unbearable pain of losing a child would always stab you to the core.

“Don’t be cruel,” Anais called out just as you were getting up from your seat, “I don’t think you even love him to begin with.”

You stopped from your tracks, and only slightly did you turn your head towards her. “Do you?”

The question took her aback. “That’s… That’s not what I meant.”

How funny. “For a second there, I thought you were his lover.”

You had never been like this to Anais—never been one to talk back, never been one to be spiteful, never been one to walk out and turn your back on her as you decided to leave the sterile environment of the crowded cafeteria on your way to a much, much peaceful place away from everyone else.

Anais and her brother, Ares, were twin siblings, and the both of them were considered as the first family of your late father before he took your mother in as a mistress. That description alone was enough for anyone to assume that you didn’t really have a good relationship with your step-siblings when your father brought you into their family. All your life, you had been ostracized. They were sent to private schools, spoiled with the most lavish things, and treated with blinding privileges, but despite having half the same blood running through your veins, you didn’t experience life the same way they did. Or at least, life before the ripple effects of the nuclear war.

There were boundaries you weren’t allowed to cross back then, and only at 18 years old while working as a ward nurse when you met a wounded soldier named Satoru Gojou did your life start to change.

The person who reminded you of this “abominable change” was none other than your step-brother—the same person you saw while walking along the corridor towards the med bay. With his furrowed red brows and downturned lips, you could already tell that he was coming to you after having heard the exchange you have had with his twin sister back at the dining hall. Ares was always like this; defensive, hot-headed, and to put it simply, an asshole. Between him and Anais, he was the one who had been vocal about his distaste with you for being a simple freeloader in his family.

So seeing him now, stomping towards your direction with a killer gaze wasn’t exactly new. He had done worse.

“I’ll be on duty,” you advised as you heard his footsteps within an arm’s distance, “Stop following me around.”

“You’re so full of yourself, huh,” Ares hissed, grabbing a fistful of your hair and giving you the same resentful look he carried each time you crossed his path. “Isn’t it enough that you get to live in a private quarter while my sister and I have to sleep in the bunkers with the rest of these people? Do you even deserve that spot? Do you deserve the privilege you get just because Satoru nii-san is the Lieutenant General? Quit parading yourself around like you’re his wife.”

You chose to stay silent, not because you were agreeing with your step-brother, but because arguing with a manchild who already had preconceived judgment about you was futile. It was a waste of time and most definitely a waste of precious oxygen to even respond to.

“They’re childhood best friends,” he continued, much to your dismay, as if you didn’t know that damn fact already. “He was supposed to be with my sister, but you seduced him and got knocked up, and now Anais has to suffer from the consequences! You’re no better than a whore like your mom—”

Before your step-brother could continue his acidic remarks, you met his words with a harsh slap that left a bright, red mark on his cheek. “I dare you insult me in front of Satoru,” you warned through gritted teeth, thinking about how you wouldn’t have reacted in such a violent way had he kept your mother out of his mouth, “I dare you say it again and pray to yourself you don’t get killed. Satoru is a brutal man.”

Ares raised a hand. “You—”

You didn’t flinch from the sudden jerk of his hand not just because it wasn’t the first time he had tried hurting you (the bruises on your leg, hip, and arm could attest to that), but also because he couldn’t proceed harming your face the moment Shoko Ieiri walked out of the infirmary in her white lab coat, pulling her surgical mask down to her chin and staring back-and-forth between you and your visibly angry step-brother.

“Is everything okay?” asked her. In her own way, she was only preventing things from escalating further into violence.

“Dr. Ieiri,” you greeted your colleague with a light bow, “I was just on my way to you.”

She nodded, although still eyeing Ares on the side. “Well, good timing ‘cause I need your help with the patient on the right wing. He’s on the sixth bed.” Then she redirected her gaze towards your assaulter. “Are you here to get treated as well?”

You could almost hear the string of curse words behind Ares’ tight lips, but he restrained his despicable thoughts from coming out since showing his true colors in front of a renowned doctor like Shoko could get him in so much trouble. Well, you didn’t care whether or not he would continue his outburst. All you were focused on doing now was to reach for the medical cart before heading to the right wing to meet another wounded patient who joined the rest of the soldiers lying on their bed, hidden behind those white curtains. If only you could wear scrubs on a day like this.

Unfortunately, wearing a surgical mask could not suffice when your nose was intensely rejecting the noxious chlorine-like fumes that were coming from the hazmat suits. If the hazardous smell could penetrate your olfaction that much, you could only imagine how worse things could be up there.

6th bed on the right wing. Right. There was no 6th bed. Ieiri was referring to the farthest room to the right side of the infirmary, a private medical room specifically to cater the military officers with honorable rankings. You took a deep breath and conserved enough oxygen in your lungs as you glanced at the wounded man behind the glass panel. He was holding his bloody left rib, topless above his bed while waiting for a nurse to come to his aid.

“Do you need stitches?” you asked without returning his longing gaze after you entered the code to his private room. While pushing the cart near the side of his bed, you quickly rummaged through the box and pulled out all the necessary antiseptic instruments you could use on him.

He, on the other hand, tried to sit up before wrapping a hand around your waist. “Are you not gonna ask me how I got hurt?”

Your eyes trailed down on the gash below his left rib. It was about the length of your hand, but wasn’t really deep enough to be life-threatening. The amount of bleeding could have placed him at risk, however, he seemed to have managed to stop it before even coming here. It was either a knife or a bullet he had dodged. You didn’t bother asking. “I’m gonna clean it,” you said, “Just sit down.”

Satoru raked his fingers through his white hair. A look of frustration was bubbling behind his sky blue eyes. “Babe.” His voice dropped an octave lower. “I could have died today, you know. A prisoner from the enemy forces escaped the dungeon and he attempted to assassinate me with multiple gunshots. Imagine if I didn’t dodge them.”

So, a bullet. You guessed right. “You are Satoru Gojou,” was your expressionless response while dabbing a piece of cloth with saline solution around his wound, “This is as far as anyone could get to you.”

Literally. Because a Lieutenant General shouldn’t even be walking around unarmed without soldiers protecting him. He didn’t enlighten you further about the attack, but was far too invested in the way your hand was brushing against his chest as you tried to wrap a bandage around his lean body. “I missed you,” he whispered, tucking a few strands of your hair behind your ear, “I missed you so fucking much. This is the only time you’ve ever paid attention to me.”

His fingers traveled down to your spine, then further down to the slope of your back before he rested them on your hip. Satoru attached his lips on your shoulder soon after, but you pulled away and placed your hands against his pectoral muscles. “Don’t get too cozy around me if you’re just gonna leave again.”

“I didn’t want to leave you,” he countered, letting you pin the blood-soaked bandage around him just as he made you sit on his lap. “I know I can’t bring back our baby’s life and I’m the person to blame for that, but… please, please let me start over with you. I’d never give up on you until you’ve forgiven me.”

“We can’t start over in an environment like this.” You dodged his attempt to kiss your lips, but could feel his warm breath fanning the expanse of your neck. “You can’t just ask me to forget about everything when living here is an everyday reminder of the devastating things that happened to us.”

His cold hands cupped your cheek, forcing you to look at his crystalline irises. They were a shade of blue that reminded you of an ice giant in the same solar system as the Earth. He had Neptunes for eyes and a warm Sun for a heart, but yours was nothing but a blackhole ready to swallow every strong emotion down to your void. That was how your relationship started to feel empty. He could sense that, too. “I know,” he said, “I know, baby. That’s why I have plans for us. We’re not gonna stay here forever.”

“What do you mean?” Your question, however, was answered by a kiss.

One quick kiss, you assumed. You thought he would soon resume to explain his “plans” right after you indulged him with a kiss, but perhaps the familiarity of his touch made you crave for something more. The feeling of his skin. The warmth of his touch. The pleasure of his kisses. This was the man that loved you with every fiber of his being. He was someone who confessed his feelings for you from the moment he first met you. Meeting him was almost like a kilonova; a transient astronomical event that occurs when two neutron stars merge. It becomes a blackhole.

And this connection, this bond, this twin flame energy you share with him were the same ones that could salvage the abyss you two had created in between.

“Satoru.” You breathed through his neck, feeling the intensity of your euphoric state as you moved on top of him. He held your hips in place with a tight grip, his mouth parting open just enough to match the lustful gaze from his half-lidded eyes. “S-Satoru, I… I hate you.”

The white-haired man dug his face on the slope between your chests, leaving affectionate kisses on your cleavage only so he could map your mounds with his marks. “I’d hate me, too,” he responded, cupping your breast before diving in to wrap his mouth around the nub. “Hate me all you want, my love. I’d still keep running after you.”

In the middle of the night in your shared private quarters, the dim lights added to the sensual gratification of reconnecting by body, mind, and spirit with your partner in life. Despite the wounds on his rib that limited the movements of his hips, he could still hit your most pleasurable places with you on all fours and him thrusting from behind. A hand was keeping your hips in place as the tip of his member moved in and out of your hole, stretching your walls until he was able to reach his release.

“Fuck,” he cussed under his breath, panting as he fell on top of you. He distracted your soreness below by placing a soft, affectionate kiss on your lips. The one where he was completely enveloping his lips with yours, running his tongue along your lower lip, and deepening his access by swirling the wet muscle around the cavern of your mouth. When he pulled away, his shiny eyes were more illuminated than the faint yellow lighting of your room. “Let’s talk tomorrow. Go to sleep.”

Should you ask him now or should you succumb to sleep? Because you were at a point of exhaustion from a long night of passion with the man you loved, you decided that it wouldn’t hurt to wait one more day to hear whatever it was that he had to say.

He had so much to say.

Satoru hasn’t gotten any wink of sleep after you made love all night, wondering if this feeling could last forever. Perhaps he could place it in a jar and keep it sealed there. How could he protect someone without hurting them? How could he fulfill his role without sacrificing anything?

If it was good news to you, he had already decided. The war was over, but the world was hopeless. There was no other possible way to live through this world except to escape it.

But before that could happen, he still had duties to do and people he had to get back to.

Somehow, when he kissed your forehead while you were sleeping soundly in bed, he was even more determined to get up and get the job done. He put on his uniform, wore his kepi, and slipped on his military boots. The badges and insignia on his uniform wasn’t what scared the living lights out of the soldiers and civilians he passed by while walking towards the armory. They were scared of the stony expression he was wearing on his face. Mouth clamped and eyes fixed. A cloud of warning was settling over his features.

“General,” spoke one of his subordinates, “He’s been held captive last night.”

Satoru faced his soldiers with his chin up high. “You can proceed. Make sure Anais won’t hear about this.”

“Sir, yes sir!”

It didn’t take another minute for the red-haired male twin to be kicked out of the storage room—his face marked with bruises as he weakly ran towards Satoru in pitiful desperation. He was coughing up blood before going down on his knees to beg for his life. Even Major Suguru Getou couldn’t stand the sight of Ares crying like a child when he was just asserting dominance and violence on an innocent woman who deserved none of it.

“N-Nii-san… Please, get me outta here.” His voice reflected the amount of suffering he had endured the night before. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

The Lieutenant General crouched down to meet the man’s gaze at the same level, but the difference was that the former was entertained while the latter was horrified.

“Don’t you know?” Satoru asked with the corner of his lips slightly upturned, “We’ll have to lessen the oxygen release from the tank down to twenty percent so we can conserve enough for all the people down here.”

Why, should he ask, was it relevant to say now?

Ares already knew why, and he understood exactly what every word meant. “N-No… M-My sister. She’s only got me. Nii-san, don’t—”

Too late.

“Take him to the gas chamber at once,” he ordered the soldiers in formation as he walked out of the storage room. They all gave him a salute before following his commands. “Make his death quick and feed his remains to the dogs. I want none of the civilians to know about this.”

If anything, the cold and ruthless Lieutenant General Satoru Gojou still had the courtesy to get up, turn around, and leave. He was often one to watch his enemies die before his eyes, but this was a different case overall. Ares was the brother of his childhood best friend, and so he couldn’t stand the thought of hearing his screams if he stayed another second longer down at the storage rooms. He was only doing him a favor of making his punishment a lot more humane that he would have done to others, but he still had to have him killed. He still had to pay.

And this was the clear proof that Satoru had already lost all of his conscience due to the remnants of war that deeply calloused his soul.

[aphroditelovesu]

hcs com yandere Júlio César pliis!

yan Julius Caesar hcs please 🤍 - send by anon.

❝ 📜— lady l: god, this took so long and I'm sorry about that, anons! I had a rough end of the year and ended up putting it aside, but here it is and I hope you like it! As I said on Alexander the Great hcs, this is not 100% historically accurate, I have his yandere based on my research and the romantic relationships he had and I took that as a basis. Sorry for any mistakes and I hope you like it! ❤️

❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, implicit murder and torture, unhealthy relationships.

❝📜pairing: yandere!julius caesar x gender neutral!reader

Julius Caesar is considered one of the greatest conquerors and generals in human history. He's seen as both a hero and a villain, it all depends on how you look at it. He was considered a charismatic man and stern when needed. It all depends on the situation and he will be loving or stern with you depending on how you act towards him.

He is considered much more patient and calm than many people think and this reflects a lot in the way he takes care of and protects his darling. Julius doesn't have tantrums often, he has much more self-control when it comes to his feelings. He knows they're wrong, he always has, but it doesn't matter to you. You're the only thing that matters, what's the use of him having so much power and not being able to have you?

He is a busy man and can often end up neglecting his darling by accident and he can be slow to realize this. But nevertheless, once he catches on he will repair the damage quickly. Caesar doesn't like to see you sad, it was never his fetish or desire to see you cry.

Caesar is very subtle in his obsession with you, it's almost invisible the way he expresses himself. He is not as intense or appealing in the way he approaches you, he prefers subtlety and winning you over little by little. You know, divide and conquer.

He is that detached type of person and it is very unlikely that he becomes fixated on something or someone, but luckily or unlucky, he ended up falling for you. It's a shame that the feelings he has are all twisted and can cause you more pain than happiness. He doesn't want to hurt you but Julius will if you are disobedient or if you do something he disapproves of.

Caesar is not the least bit possessive of his darling, I can see him as one of the few who is really okay with sharing you with others, as long as he is your favorite, only on that condition Julius will have no problem with having you with someone else besides him. After all, you will always come back to him and he to you. That's not to say he doesn't get jealous, because he does but he's more discreet about it and will never have fits of jealousy in public or in front of you.

He is very overprotective of you, this is because he knows the dangers of the world very well, he knows how dangerous everything can be and he doesn't want anything bad to happen to you. He won't allow that, not while he's alive at least. He has sworn to himself that as long as he is alive and has power, you will never need to fear anything or anyone. They'll be dead before they can lift a finger to hurt you.

If you ask him for the world, he will give it to you. You wield an unlimited amount of power over him and he doesn't care, he likes to obey your orders, oddly enough, and Caesar will do everything in his power to make you happy and satisfy his desires. He spoils you indiscriminately and doesn't even try to deny it, anything you want is his. Ask him for anything and you'll get it. He will do anything you want and even more, every sacrifice is worth it for you. It's all worth it to see you happy.

Julius Caesar is a generous yandere with you, he wants to make you happy and will go to extreme lengths to do so. He feels that his duty is to protect you and he will, because nothing matters more than your safety and happiness to him. Caesar can be rude in his approach to you at times, but he doesn't mean it, he just doesn't know how to deal with these feelings in the right way. If you accept him willingly, his life will be nothing but luxurious and full of loves and riches. If you deny him, he will be more severe and act cold towards you. Either way, none of that matters because you'll be together in the end, you'll always be together. Caesar will make sure you, his sweet and innocent obsession, stay with him even in death. After all, you belong together and not even death itself can separate you.

[terrence-silver]

Heyyy how are you? I missed your Yandere Terry One Shots so much! I love them! What if it was Terry from Cobra Kai who became obsessed with a girl much younger than him? Maybe a friend of Tory who, however, does not practice martial arts and who usually comes to Cobra Kai only to wait for her friend at the end of the lessons. What would Yandere Terry do if one day he saw the poor girl enter all alone inside the dojo to wait for tory but inside the cobra kai there is no one but Terry? Would he take advantage of the situation?

(I like Yandere / Dark NSFW, so feel free to include it if you want.)

---

Ms. Nichols has a friend, turns out.

Living in the same rented accommodations, door to door, occasionally lending the help of an adult to a distressed, problematic family of three which included an ailing mother, an underage sibling and not counting a crackhead aunt. Some odd several years older, nearly a decade. Present every day like a loyal hen, in the afternoon, upon classes being concluded, waiting for what he can only deem a ward by definition to emerge from inside of his newly renovated gymnasium. The camera catches her, out front, like she doesn't dare enter, with good reason, seeing as how the members of his Fist or Sensei Kim might just turn her away for just standing around, aimlessly. The dojo wasn't a pedestrian area for idle socialization or loitering. The dojo was hallowed ground. A temple. But, regardless, Terry watches her having done his due diligent research with a folder on her on his work desk, making the whereabouts of Ms. Nichols and who she interacts with in the outside world his personal business, observing it all through the screens of his security area, blinking neon, turned towards the street and colossal, freshly expanded parking lot; and as upon cue, this person's always there. Sometimes carrying groceries. Sometimes lunch. A plastic bag she attempts to hand Ms. Nichols who's always initially too proud to accept it (No wonder Captain found a favourite in this one). She always does accept though, in the end, stubbornly hiding a limp she might've earned in the classes for not doing as she was told.

He curiously eyes the petty exchanges. The small acts of charity.

Sitting in his office and making a habit of it.

Produce in a bag, cold water bottles for the champion.

Small-talk as they walk down the street, Ms. Nichols trying not be charmed.

Biting into a sandwich that's given to her by a friend bordering surrogate mother.

Ms. Nichols having someone who notices her red, angry scars and bruises.

It happens again tomorrow, and the day after, and after and all week.

Terry doesn't know what he feels as he observes this person hug Tory. Laugh outside the dojo. Wave at her when she spots her approaching. The aura of warmth is clearly there, even on the bad days, when Ms. Nichols walks outside with a scowl, brushing past her confidante, wishing to be left alone after what happened during the lessons. There's some sort of connection here. He confesses he'd prefer if Ms. Nichols was all alone. If she was all alone, things would be infinitely easier. Divide and conquer. If her allegiances were all Cobra Kai's, in effect shared with nobody, not even vaguely. And then there was the tactical disadvantage that if Ms. Nichols had a friend, she might just tell someone things she wasn't supposed to tell. But, no. No, no. That wasn't all there was to it. Terry irrationally and against all better judgment feels a deep, rooted clench in his gut, observing the routinely, dare he say, devotion, of someone waiting for someone else daily, gaining nothing out of it, but the act of familial and platonic care? Charity. Compassion. Protectiveness. Fuck. He imagines himself going out there and limping pathetically too, pretending to be some senile nobody, trying to harvest whatever it was he was looking at through his CCTV camera. I'm just an old man, he'd broadcast, entwine your arm in mine and help me down the block and Tory's little confidante would do it, gently cooing to check if he's okay and if she should call somebody. The thought makes the blood shoot into his head --- and lower still. Was he far gone? Was he so far gone he was fantasizing over two people showing each other care out on the streets? He needed to get a hold of himself, stat.

Terry comes to a decision, though. One he enacts the very next day.

-"Ms. Nichols, a word ---"-

He discreetly coaxes her to the side on the training mat for a one on one chat, away from the other students doing stretches, preparing to pack up gear and leave.

-"Your little friend,"- He caresses those words, savouring them in his mouth and instantaneously catching the mask of tension on Tory's face, manifested in the form of anxiety. Afraid for her companion, was she? Thinking she'll get punished for it somehow? Interesting. -"the one chaperoning you around every day ---"- Terry prolongs the agony, intentionally dragging out his point purely to catch the cues on the girl's face. Anxiety bleeds into nervousness and cold sweat dripping down Ms. Nichols forehead is noticeable. She cared for her friend, didn't she? Sweet. -"She's allowed to come inside and wait in the dojo. Get away from the heat. We're not savages."- Terry gives Tory his most pious, saintly, well rehearsed smile of kindness and her shoulders instantaneously drop, alongside the invisible weight that seemed to burden her stance down, only to to be replaced by stiffness. Ms. Nichols wasn't sure if she wanted her friend inside of her, by the looks of it. -"No, I ---"- She fidgets, crossing glances between himself and Master Kim who speculatively stands on the side, arms crossed, but Terry doesn't relent. -"Sensei's orders. We've a sense of propriety and policy at Cobra Kai towards relatives and caretakers."- Terry doesn't budge, making his tone as gentle as humanly possible as he leans his shoulders forward, trying to appear smaller, realizing the friend was neither a relative nor a caretaker, but supposing he was appealing to emotions. He confesses he wanted this friend in his midst. On his territory. His turf. He wanted them closer to scope them out. See that kindness up close and personal. Catch a whiff of it. Observe it and enjoy it and imagine himself in it.

-"Yes, of course, Sensei."- Is all Tory Nichols says when she realizes she's no choice. -"Master Kim."- bowing to both of them, their student makes herself scarce and rushes down the hallway into the locker room like the devil himself was chasing her.

He was just trying to be good and helpful. Anything wrong with that?

---

Friday, the friend makes it into the dojo, waiting for one Tory Nichols, as planned.

Now, Terry was never above setting an elaborate trap for someone, in fact, it was his favourite method of confronting and cornering people, in this case, having his Sensei take out the students to train on terrain and purposefully clear out the gymnasium impromptu, unexpectedly, against all scheduling, so much so that not even the cunning little Ms. Nichols would know it was happening so she could forewarn her friend Hey, don't wait for me today. We'll be doing Kata outdoors. See you around. No, no, instead the woman is right where Terry wants her, looking around the front lobby hall entrance a bit baffled and finding it starkly empty and as quiet as the grave, the light emanating from outside mingling with the sharp neons of the foyer, purples and reds darkening the winding corridors --- carrying a plastic grocery bag tucked into a purse to hide it. Gotcha. -"Here for the adult classes?"- Terry sizes her up and intentionally takes a detour and stands behind her to address her and a shiver of excitement slithers down his spine when she nearly jumps, not expecting anyone to be present as she was turning to leave. -"Oh, goodness!"- Her hand is on her chest as she squeamishly steps backwards, her tone high pitched, her fear oddly delectable and amusing. -"Goodness, sorry! I didn't see you there!"- She stutters and re-iterates, trying to catch her composure and all Terry can do is smile. -"I'm just here to pick someone up. Am I late? I couldn't possibly be!"- She looks around, confused, pulling her phone out of her pocket to look at the time. Funny how Terry already had his private detectives acquire her number. -"You're early, in fact."- Terry explains, bemused, but not unkind. Didn't want to scare this one off too terribly fast. -"Master Kim Da-Eun escorted the children out today for a class."-

Children. That was a riot.

-"I see."- Ms. Nichol's friend trails off, fidgety, unsure of herself.

Was she nervous of her surroundings? What did Tory tell her about Cobra Kai?

And also, why did he enjoy her anxiety?

-"Am I allowed to know when they'll be back?"-

-"They'll be back when they learn their lesson."-

That response admittedly comes off sounding a bit more ominous than Terry intended so he quickly reclaims his balance and goes for bombarding this one with an over-inflation of acceptance, once he reaches his hand out to her and cajoles her deeper into the dojo, weaving his web, sensing she was about to excuse herself and leave. Drinks? Drinks. -"Waiting on which student again?"- Terry pretends not to know everything about everybody, going for innocence. -"Tor..."- She begins and he interrupts her, feigning surprise and enthusiasm. Truth of the matter is, he cared very little for Tory, outside of Tory keeping her tongue in check and doing what she was told --- she was simply a good segway for him to break the ice and make it seem natural and paternal. -"Ah, yes! Tory Nichols! Our very own champion!"- He exclaims, throwing his head back. -"Tell you what! We can wait on her together I'm all alone here for the afternoon anyway."- Terry turns to face her and halts, interlocking his arms with her and she lets him or perhaps, the contact happens too suddenly for her to properly even register it. He beams, full mega-watt smile, dragging his feet a bit, deliberately, going for frailty as they halt outside of his office, clean of anything that could compromise him for the purposes of this pre-planned visit. -"And I'm just an old man, I appreciate the company."- He adds, hunching his back a little and suddenly, her hesitation turns into concern. There it was! Right there! All kindness and sweetness and consideration. -"I wouldn't want to intrude, sir."- She says, apologetically and ever so preciously and Terry shoots that bullshit down immediately, pulling the card of humbleness out of his sleeve and setting it down on the table.

Call me sir again, his heart demands.

-"If anything, I'm intruding on you. I should've had someone contact you or her mother with the student's updated learning schedule. You can wait inside every day, if you want to. In fact, I encourage it. The heatwave surpasses memory."- Making surprisingly enjoyable idle small-talk as a precursor for more, Terry guides her into his study and closes the door shut behind him dressed in his Gi, remarking on the AC system that was installed maintaining the temperatures cool and properly controlled --- the invisible web tightens, spinning and expanding around the fly distracted by words. Nothing was ever for free, and really, come to think of it, the least Ms. Nichols, ungrateful as she was for his aid in the tournament's outcome, could give him in return of the trophy he procured for her by bribing the referee was her friend and all the mellow sweetness that seemed to drip off of her like honey as he led her to sit down opposite of him across his work desk, offering her a cool lemonade, choosing the most inoffensively safe beverage possible for his his little buzzing fly.

He would have her whole and she would be kind to him as well, and only to him.

[slowlyshamelesscolor]

Yandere EddsWorld Short Headcanons

Dividers by sweetyandalexlavv on Deviantart

Content warning: stalking, cyberstalking, unhealthy relationships, kidnapping

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT ⚰️🕊

EDD

Edd strikes me as a bashful stalker. You know, he fell in love with you at first sight when he first met you. You two had so much in common, and he was curious about everything about you. He had to stalk you in order to accomplish this. He'd even stalk you on the internet. 

He wishes he could express his affections for you, but he is too bashful to do so.

He would be devastated if you rejected him. He realizes, but that doesn't mean he'll give up. He'll never do it.

MATT

Matt strikes me as a narcissist worshipping yandere. He felt he was the most beautiful person in the planet. Until he met you, that is.

Matt would spend all of his time with you and would be envious if you spent time with someone else.

If you reject him, he will lock you up in a hidden area in his attic that not even his buddies will be able to locate. You only had to accept him, but you didn't. You're now stuck in his room with him for the rest of your life.

TOM

Tom strikes me as a cranky, isolated yandere. To be honest, he first despised you. He loathed you completely. But as he discovered more about you, he began to fall in love with you. That's how his infatuation began.

You know how Matt gets jealous when you go out with someone else? Tom, on the other hand, is far worse than Matt. He'd try to distract you by wrapping his hands around you and giving the person you're talking to an angry look. It's much scarier and more threatening since he has no eyes.

If you reject him, he will move out of Edd's house and purchase his own, then return and kidnap you. You had to make this difficult for both of you, didn't you?

 

TORD

He strikes me as a cruel possessive yandere. He adored you, he honestly did, but he also desired to rule the world. But after becoming red leader, he recognized that you were more essential than conquering the world. He desired you to be his.

Because he was returning to Edd's house, it was the ideal time to catch you and take over the planet. You are his queen, and he is your king.

If you reject him, he will abduct you and imprison you. He will make you adore him even if he has to resort to extreme tactics.

This is based on the fictional cartoon characters, not the real people.

[leggerefiore]

The submas yandera request where the escaped s/o finds safety and love with the non-yandera twin got me thinking. How would Ingo and Emmet react to their lover and their brother (and possibly children) successfully escaping together to some other region? Angry? Heartbroken? All of the above?

Would the yandera twin become just as obsessive about getting his twin brother back along with his lover and children? Would they become obsessed with the idea of getting their whole family back home? Or would being 'betrayed' by their twin make them not care as much about getting their brother back home?

cw: platonic yandere between twins heavily implied,

Emmet is... A lot of things. His brother; his precious, beloved brother, who Emmet would admittedly kill for, has taken his partner and daughters away from them. Not only that, he vanished from Emmet's life, too, himself. He sobs for three days straight, and Elesa is aggressively calling, texting, emailing, anything, to get in contact with Ingo. For the first time in his entire life; no, his entire existence, Emmet is alone. He hates it. He hates it verrrry much. He's pleading for his brother's return, his partner's return, his children's return! His weeps are heartbreaking to any who hear.

It's when Emmet calms down that he becomes a problem. He's eerily silent as he does his work. Everything is completed. His battles to challengers are merciless. His smile is gone. Everyone knows something is wrong with Emmet. The younger twin will retrieve you, his brother, and his children. His heart craves the family that has left him. He cannot live without you four. Elesa plots with him, terribly distressed after seeing her friend in proverbial and literal shambles. It was wrong of Ingo to take you and Emmet's children off to Sinnoh.

A divide and conquer strategy seems the smartest. Ingo must go first as he represents protection and safety, then the girls, and lastly, you. Emmet is unsure how he feels having to imprison his older brother, but he cannot bear to be apart from him. They have been together since before they were even two separate entities. Two halves of a whole. Without Ingo, Emmet is a broken piece. Elesa helps him further, taking the girls while he talks with the two of you. He's happy to share you with Ingo. If Ingo is happy then he is happy. The older twin stares at the younger in horror as affection is forced upon you.

"Ingo... I am sorry, but why did you betray me?" he asks his brother.

"You're mentally unwell, Emmet. This is not appropriate behaviour by any stretch of the means," Ingo scolded his brother, "I don't care if this is how our father acted, we should be beyond these disgusting fascinations. Think of our poor mother!"

Emmet shook his head. Ingo and him were as similar as they were different. He would come around, and when he did, then the younger twin would free him. Ingo would help him with you. Ingo would help him and you raise your children. Ingo would stop acting like Emmet wasn't behaving right.

Emmet would be happy with his family all around him.

Ingo is mostly hurt. Why had Emmet done such a thing to him? Did he not love and care for him? Emmet had always said that he would kill someone for Ingo, but now he had gone and taken his precious family away. His younger brother had taken everything he had worked his entire life for from him. His sobs reverberated off the walls of his apartment as he clang to a piece of your clothing and his son's favourite toy. What hurts the most is the loneliness. Ingo had never been so alone once in his life. His brother was gone from him. A source of comfort even in his most darkest of times; a consistent figure in his life no matter where he went. He about turn to his more negative manners of coping. His son is the only thing preventing him from engorging himself in cheap thrills once more.

Elesa comforts him and reassures him that she helping him look for you, his brother, and his son. They will be found. Ingo nods and sends a text to his father. He was someone who would understand Ingo's problems better than anyone. Work is empty and time consuming or the older twin. It occupies his mind at the very least, a temporary distraction from the endless loneliness that seems to haunt him in his every moment. Everyone sees how he is running away from something, but no one knows just what that is. Well, Ingo learns from his father that his brother has moved off to Galar. Elesa and his father are in agreement of returning Ingo's small family to him.

It's terrifying how strong Emmet is, Ingo realises. He had always thought himself equal in strength to his younger twin, but apparently that had been untrue. It was no matter, a two versus one came to an easy resolve. Ugly betrayal heavy in Emmet's eyes when he realises it was his father that restrained him. You are brought forth alongside the toddler. Ingo picks up the small boy despite your protests. The gentle warmth that comes him from and how he relaxes when Ingo hums is enough reassurance. His father agreed to help him manage everything.

"You're disgusting, Ingo," Emmet told him, bound to a bed in his childhood bedroom, "Mom agrees with me. She hates you."

"She hates what its come to, not me. Have you seen her when she holds him? She's happy to be a grandparent," Ingo would feel pity for him, but the pain had not left after all this time, "I know she's happy to have you back home."

"She's happy I am the sane one!" Emmet snapped, silver eyes alight with rage as his cuffs clanged loudly in his struggles, "I made them happy unlike you, Ingo! They don't want to be your stay-at-home partner!"

Ingo shook his head. Emmet had always adored their mother and knew how she felt about the beginnings of her relationship with her father. It didn't matter. Emmet was sure to come around. You were already relenting again, aided by the presence of his father and mother. His son had begun to call him dad again, but still referred to Emmet as that whenever he saw him. It didn't bother Ingo, he was alright his sharing many things with his brother. When his younger twin did, then he was happy to let Emmet be with you again.

Ingo was patient. His perfect family would come to fruition. It was already half-way there.

[marioshipping]

How do you feel about King Boo x Luigi? I, personally, am a bit divided with this ship since Luigi has put KB in the good ol' vacuum... (checks notes) three times now? I've seen several people take it differently as well, either in a more yandere way, or in an absolutely tooth-rotting way, and I just.. simply don't know how to feel about it 😂 I generally see them as life-long rivals, but some of the works I've seen sometimes make me think that they are rivals because of more romantical reasons... Thoughts?

There's quite a few different interpretations of the ship so I know what you mean! About the vacuum thing...I like to think the King Boo eventually mellows down enough to where he isn't causing nearly as much trouble anymore and forgives Luigi, bygones be bygones! If you were to ask my preferences for this ship (because I ship it a certain way) is...the sweeter and more wholesome King Boo is, the better >:3 He'd be so goofy and doesn't have the best idea on how to grasp love and I luv it. (But to anybody else other than him and his subjects he'd still be the spooky king) The sweetest thing tho? Is if Luigi uses a boo power-up and they'd hang out as boos together :') About Luigi...I think fears can be conquered eventually! If the boos are nice enough to him I think he'd eventually grow to like them. (He also has a pet ghost doggy already! C'mon!) And I mean...there isn't anything WRONG with characterizing King Boo as a yandere, but isn't it just better to have him be as squishy as a marshmallow around our green plumber??

[minkmousesworld]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

!!! 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

the definitions of these terms belong to me and they are created only for this blog, and if you notice that they differ from the usual definitions, then this is normal. I use all the terms listed here only in this meaning and in my works they have the same meaning.

♡ — UNIVERSE

ROLESWAP AU (including ageswap) — a world in which the characters change roles (Nezuko and the Demons become a slayer, Tanjirou and the Pillars become demons)

- AGESWAP AU — a world in which the age of the characters changes (for example, kamaboko become pillars, while the pillars become ordinary slayers).

FOREST AU — the action takes place in a world where animal hybrids live in their natural habitat. the world is most often undeveloped, and although animals have a set of rules (not observed by everyone) and the beginnings of society, they have not yet created a society in our understanding and do not obey laws except "the strong are always right".

MODERN AU — the action takes place in a world similar to ours.

OMEGAVERSE AU [a/b/o] (including: omegaarcy au, dark omegaverse au) — the actions take place in a world in which, together (or apart from) our gender system, there is another, divided into omegas (able to give birth) and alphas (able to fertilize); optionally, there are betas (most often depicted as asexuals or less leadership and more restrained alphas) and gammas (able to get pregnant and fertilize).

- OMEGAARCY AU, a world where the leaders and the most powerful figures are considered omegas (because of their large number or greater adaptability to the outside world), while alphas should behave politely, submissively and family-like (perform duties for taking care of the nest and puppies). in this universe, it is the omegas who are the leaders of the pack and create their own, while the alphas remain in the family they were born into until their partner omega takes them away. betas rarely create their own packs, but they can safely become part of the pack.

- DARK OMEGAVERSE, a world where the "Might Makes Right" rule still exists. most often, moments are natural for this world when omegas bite the neck of those who harassed them, and alphas can fight each other to death, unlike the usual omegaverse, where alphas are more prone to puppy rivalry. in the dark omegaverse, murder and violence are not prosecuted, but are considered a natural part, although there is still a strict system in place to protect puppies and weak persons.

MYTHICAL CREATIONS AU — a world in which mythical creatures exist (most often as you or your partner[s])(werewolf, vampire, fairy, elf, ect.)

DRAGON AU — a world in which some dragons and humans have created a symbiotic relationship for the sake of joint survival. as a rule, people take care of dragons as their "pets", while dragons protect them from dangerous creatures.

HYBRID AU [kemonomimi au] — a world in which there are hybrids of animals and people at the same time; most often hybrids have the 'pets role', but the world can also be equal.

MONSTER AU — a world in which there are hybrids of monsters and people or humanoid monsters (incubus / succubus, lamia, arachne)

YANDERE WORLD AU — a world in which people are either "yandere" (having a strong fixation on one or more people, to whom they have an extremely unhealthy interest and various ways of courtship) or "darling", and such things as kidnapping, stalking, drug use, blackmail, suicide threats when parting and manic insanity with a threat to the lives of others are under the strict control of society and the state. although some people have to sacrifice for the sake of a bright future, the majority of society lives in peace and all problems are solved with the help of the state or psychotherapy.

COSMOOPERA AU — a world in which people have conquered space for a relatively long time, colonize planets and are able to communicate with aliens.

PROSEXUAL AU — a world where you make love instead of violence. any conflict is an excuse to first have sex and then calmly solve everything. any tension is solved first by sex and then by negotiations. in fact, sex has become another calm form of communication and performs the function of not only reproduction, but also social for solving any negative situations.

DOMESTIC AU — a separate universe for describing the family life between you and your partner(s), which will do nothing but describe the creation of a family & pregnancy.

♡ — MOST POPULAR

INTERSPECIES RELATIONSHIP [xenophilia] — the work describes the relationship between a human and a non-human.

POLYAMOROUS RELATIONSHIP — the work describes an agreed romantic / sexual relationship between more than two persons.

PREDATOR/PREY DYNAMIC — the relationship between a herbivorous hybrid (like rabbits) and a predator (like foxes) / omnivore (like bears) hybrid.

STRUGGLE FOR CONTROL — relationships in which there is not a stable flow of "sub / dom", but a struggle for who will be stronger / more resilient. for example, the relationship of two alphas, in which from time to time even the more submissive may instinctively try to knock you down, or brat, who gets on your nerves so that you punish them.

PENETRATION GIVING — the reader penetrates.

PENETRATION RECEIVING — the reader accepts penetration.

DUBIOUS CONSENT [dub-con, dubcon] — when at least one character either does not give a direct "yes" during a sex scene, but also does not interrupt it (does not try to significantly stop the partner[s] / does not say a clear "no"; the character wants to, but there are reasons why they do not give clear consent).

CNC [consensual non-con] — the characters act out a scene of non-consensual sex, consent is given before the scene.

PRIMAL KINK — describes a scene in which at least one character behaves like a 'wild animal'. it often includes a chase scene, the victory of the strong over the weak, rough sex and animal habits like growling, whining, biting, scratching.

♡ — STARS

SLAYER KYOJURO — the work describes Kyojuro, which has not yet become a pillar. most often it also contains a teacher / pillar Reader.

RACCOON DOG TANJIROU — the work describes the raccoon dog Tanjirou (most often his family life with you and the puppies).

PARENT READER — the work describes the parent! reader. it originally happened thanks to au with Kie and Tanjuro, but now it is used for any work where the reader is a "parent figure" or literally a parent.

♡ — EXCLUSIVE TERMS

RECOGNITION (omegaverse au) — the moment when omega begins to feel attracted to a potential partner. In order to avoid inheriting unhealthy mutations and creating healthy and strong offspring, omegas have the ability to recognize (with the help of smell) how good a potential partner is as a second parent for future puppies. And although recognition is considered a common phenomenon scientifically, in the common people, recognition is called "animal" attraction, when the omega has a very strong desire to mate with a partner (often with a first-time person); recognition is often accompanied by unplanned estrus to increase the chance of puppies.

MODERN ALPHA (omegaverse au, not omegaarcy au) — a term used in relation to alphas devoid of typically alpha traits (aggression, dominance, the desire to control and subordinate, competitiveness). It is believed that modern alphas appeared due to the change of roles in society and the emergence of a "modern omega" who is interested in an empathic and soft alpha, which makes dominant and aggressive alphas become less competitive.

BITCHING (omegaverse au) — the moment when an alpha bites an alpha or alpha-like beta; usually causes instinctive submission/appeasement in the one who was bitten. it is a very old method to calm restless alphas who show aggression towards others, but without proper influence from the very beginning, the effect may not occur (if the alpha does not consider the other sufficiently authoritative subconsciously).

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a single feather (tengu!hawks x f!reader)

tumblr request:  Hi! I just read your new story on ao3 and it was amazing!!! Your writing style is really fantastic and I saw your requests were open. Could I request Yandere Hawks x fem Reader? Bonus points if it’s also NSFW but it doesn’t have to be, I just really enjoyed your take on yandere Katsuki and was curious to see how you’d approach a yandere hawks. Thanks so much for your time!

summary: “G-g-get out!” Her words sounded strangled and afraid. The princess sat up and frantically scooted away from the strange man. ‘She’s so cute, scared like this.’

She wondered how long the man had been watching her. Was he the source of the crimson feather? Was this not a man, but an oni? A pit formed in her chest, heavy with dread and fright.

“Don’t be like that, little bird. I’m a kami, shouldn’t you be falling at my feet?” Keigo asked, his tone casual. His lack of concern or formality was alarming. No one had spoken to the princess in such a way. Under normal circumstances, she would have welcomed his nonchalant nature, but now -- in her darkened room -- it was a threat. xxx basically a really self-indulgent, kinda researched feudal!au with tengu!hawks bc he rlly do got me feelin sum typa way 😳

word count:  6,209

warnings: yandere elements, dubcon, stalking, loss of virginity, choking, possessive behavior 

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glossary:

Tokin - a traditional or fictional small black box worn on the foreheads of Yamabushi – practitioners of Shugendō – or Tengu, dangerous yet protective spirits of the mountains and forests from the Japanese mythology

Yuigesa - pompom stash worn by Yamabushi

Yamabushi - Japanese mountain ascetic hermits

Shoji - door, window or room divider used in traditional Japanese architecture, consisting of translucent (or transparent) sheets on a lattice frame

Kami - are the spirits, phenomena or "holy powers" that are venerated in the religion of Shinto

Fundoshi - traditional Japanese undergarment for adult males, made from a length of cotton

lil special author's note: from what i've been able to read, kami/tengu are really similar?? but here obviously they're two different things v.v so hawks bein a lil misleading lmao

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It was midnight and the princess had retired to her chambers. Her plush mattress and soft covers were simply too inviting. She had collapsed into bed and dove into a deep slumber. Quiet snores echoed through the obnoxiously large bedroom. It hadn’t been her choice to have such a spacious room… but it was never her choice. The princess of the kingdom was merely a figurehead. A token of the nobility. Seen in public, but never heard. Her voice was reserved for servants and other royalty behind closed doors.

‘As a lady should,’ her mother would say. ‘Your breath isn’t worth the common folk.’

The princess argued, ‘But mom, the servants… they are common folk. It’s no different!’

Her mother’s face scrunched into a sour expression, as if she ate a lemon. Under other circumstances, her expression would have been humorous, but the empress was a severe woman. A serious woman of royal blood and polite nature.

‘A woman of noble birth only attracts scoundrels and yokai.’

That had ended their discussion. Yokai -- as the princess knew -- were spirits and demons that inhabited the untamed land beyond their kingdom. They preferred the eternal darkness of dense forest. A perfect habitat for such apparitions. She had never seen one, of course, but the princess learned of their many forms from maids. Fantastical tales of wild beast men with protruding horns and unkempt hair; fox-like spirits that brought good fortune, but possessed a mischievous side, and cat yokai that roamed the mountains, often transforming into humans. However, there was one yokai that caught the princess’ attention.

The tengu; a dangerous spirit of the forest. A yokai that possessed the talons and wings of a bird, but the celestial beauty of man. Tengu wandered mountains and forests as the land’s protector. Their wings were said to expand as wide as the sun. They donned the traditional dress of a yamabushi, adorned with a tokin and yuigesa. Tengu were accompanied by strong gusts of wind generated by a magical feather fan. Sometimes, as the princess learned, tengu instead carried a pewter staff. Their approach could be told by the jingle of their pewter staff and currents of wind that almost magically appeared. Some servants even told of handsome tengu. Tengu that charmed and bewitched with their allure. Mischievous and curious.

In truth, the princess yearned to escape the frigid confines of the castle, and explore the forest. She wanted -- wished -- to stumble upon a tengu. She wanted to feel their fabled soft feathers under her fingertips, to taste the crisp air they produced. The princess had no qualms with finding a hideous tengu with a beak, as the maids told her, tengu with beaks were more common. They were also more monstrous. Portrayed as wild birds of prey that lured young women into their nests for unspeakable acts. Eventually, the young women would return… but they were different. Blind. Insane. Soiled.

These stories did not deter her. The princess knew better. She knew such stories were only regurgitated as a means to frighten her. Tales meant for cheap scares of common folk. She was no common folk; she was nobility.

The woman began to drool into her dreamless sleep, too blissfully unaware of the winged beast hovering outside her window. A curious, crimson feathered tengu that was drawn by the scent of royal blood. He inhaled deeply; the princess’ scent mixed with the humid summer air in harmony. Known as Keigo, the yokai’s expansive wings flapped violently, and left shivers of feathers that fell gently like petals. Keigo wondered what she looked like; was she clothed in a thin nightgown or nothing at all? Keigo preferred the latter and nodded his head in solitary agreement. It wouldn’t hurt to take a peek, would it? ‘Her snores could wake the dead… ’ He chuckled at the thought; a woman of her nobility never spoke out of turn -- seen but not heard -- and yet this woman could produce a symphony of noise in her sleep.

“What other noises do you make, little bird?”

Slowly, Keigo unlatched the princess’ window and crept into her quarters. The room wasn’t remarkable, but her scent was etched into every corner. A patchwork of divinity itself. He wanted to bury himself within the fragrance, bury himself within… her. Curious golden eyes searched the darkened room for the princess’ sleeping form, finally resting upon a human-shaped mound. She looked so innocent. So unaware of the tengu’s presence. He could snatch her right now and be within the forest by daybreak, but he restrained himself. He wasn’t like the beastly oni. ‘No,’ Keigo decided, ‘I’ll simply watch over her.’ Keigo watched as the princess shifted in her sleep and caught a glimpse of her chest. Ample and supple. Absolutely begging to be touched and conquered. He ran a cold hand down the woman’s exposed flesh and thought, ‘I should at least take a trophy. ’ A means to memorialize her existence.

The tengu detached himself from the woman and began his search. He wanted a garment, something personal -- something private to her. Keigo remembered that mortals kept such clothing hidden away in drawers. Like treasure. As quietly as he could manage, Keigo rummaged through exquisite textiles and cloth, until he palmed satin material. Curious, Keigo grabbed the garment and examined it. A pair of panties. He brought the undergarment to his nose and inhaled. Fresh linen, welcoming and clean. The tengu would have preferred a pair with the maiden’s carnal scent, but even possessing something that was so close to her body was a gift. It was meant for him, Keigo decided. Stuffing the panties into his robe, Keigo allowed himself a final look at the woman before quietly flying off.

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She awoke, drowsy and exhausted, as if sleep had evaded her. The princess stretched and exhaled a soft yawn. Morning light streamed through the woman’s only open window. Wait. Open window? The princess had no memory of opening her window before bed. In fact, she had been too exhausted the night before to even take off her slippers. She had collapsed into bed in a weary state and fell promptly to sleep.

‘This is odd. So very odd,’ the woman thought and closed the window. She had been awfully weary, perhaps she opened it and had forgotten? It was possible, but the princess still felt perturbed and began a rudimentary inspection around her chambers. Nothing seemed out of place, until she happened upon a single crimson feather that appeared within her dresser. It was long, far too long to be a bird. The feather was unlike anything the woman had seen in her garden.

Tucking the feather away, the princess slowly started to get dressed. She savored this time in the morning. It was her simple slice of heaven. Her escape from prying eyes… and her mother. This was the princess’ only ritual that wasn’t tainted by maids and royal duties. It was a situation she had insisted upon and insisted upon until her mother eventually relented. She was an adult -- the sole heir -- and had no need for maids to dress her anymore. It had been convenient and almost fun as a child, but now as a young maiden, the task seemed almost inappropriate for hired help. The woman reasoned that their time could be spent elsewhere. This was her mother’s weak spot; the empress detested a lack of work ethic. She reasoned it was an absence of pride in one’s work. The maiden believed this to be the very reason for the garden.

The garden was quaint. A private sanctuary away from inquisitive eyes and lurking mothers. A place to call her own. This was a space not yet invaded by her controlling mother or by intrusive maids. Serenity in every meaning of the word. Plants flourished there; the modest terrace was alive with flowers and greenery. She was permitted this piece of serenity if she toiled in the earth. Hands smeared with dirt and sweat trickling down her brow. Such hard work earned her seeds and decorations for the princess’ little terrace. Fairy lights, statues, and decorative pebbles. The princess cherished every addition.

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She sat in the lively terrace, hands tired and dirty. The peculiar feather plagued her mind throughout the day, until finally, the woman decided she would rid herself of such compulsive thought. Toiling in the earth allowed her mind to wander beyond it. Idle hands were the devil’s work, as her mother would say.

The afternoon sun was high in the sky and beat down upon her back. The silk fabric of her summer kimono stuck to the maiden’s back like tree sap. Impossibly thick. The princess felt exhausted and unbearably hot, but busy work kept her thoughts at ease, and away from the stark reality of a midnight visitor. She had wrestled with the thought. How could an animal -- a beast -- flutter into her room, only to escape and leave behind a single feather? What bird could manipulate a latch? Originally, the woman settled on the possibility of a trained eagle being her intruder… but the idea was preposterous. Insane. Unlikely. The empress had no mortal enemies. Not a living soul was capable of such a feat, no commoner had reason. Her mother’s public demeanor was a farce. Kind. Generous. Loving. Traits she lacked in private, behind pristine castle doors.

Unbeknownst to her, on a nearby towering tree, sat a red-tailed hawk. Golden, predatory eyes were trained on the princess; unmoving and calculating.

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Throughout the day, the princess couldn’t escape the feeling of being watched. Like a lab rat. The thought was preposterous. The castle walls were far too great for peering eyes. No pervert could spy on her, and yet, she felt like this. This tightness in her chest that had appeared once she began to toil within the garden. It was so suffocating -- so frightening -- the princess decided to abandon any cultivation for the day. Instead, the princess focused on her studies. Academic topics specially suited for a “maiden of her stature,” as her mother would say. Subjects included etiquette, housewifely duties, mathematics, language, and archery. Archery, of course, was the maiden’s suggestion. A term the empress begrudgingly obliged. If a woman couldn’t protect herself, what sort of woman was she?

The bow fit neatly in her callused hands. Rough palms were earned from hard work and determination. Hands “unbecoming of a noble,” the empress would chide. As if it mattered. The princess was of age, but still had no suitors. No man of nobility had even considered her as a wife. She was never seen in public enough for such courtship. The castle was her home and her prison.

An arrow flew through the air, hitting its target. Archery was simply another means of keeping idle hands busy. Nothing more, nothing less. The woman felt safer within the confines of the castle. She didn’t feel the carnivorous eyes that burned into her body like hot coals. Perhaps this was all caused by the feather. It’s discovery caused her mind to wander with possibilities until her thoughts landed on something irrational: a tengu.

The thought had crept into the back of her skull and taken up residency like a canker sore. Unrelenting and impossible to ignore. It only grew in size as the day continued, until the idea was all she could muster. A large part of the princess was excited by such a discovery, but a smaller, weaker aspect dreaded the possibility. Her room wasn’t a forest and the maiden didn’t require protection, which left only a simple reality; the tengu was attracted to her. The empress’ previous words now echoed, ‘A woman of noble birth only attracts scoundrels and yokai.’ Was this true? If it was, no maid gossiped about it. It was unlikely shrill midwives could keep such a juicy secret to themselves, the princess reasoned. She prayed it was true a crimson feathered tengu had visited her. She didn’t mind if the tengu wasn’t handsome and instead had the face of a bird. She merely wanted the feather to have significance. It should, at least.

However, the maiden did wonder if the prying eyes were that of a tengu. They could shape-shift -- she only knew from castle gossip -- but they preferred a more mortal form. Imposing wings and a yamabushi’s robe, sometimes, tengu would wear a red mask with a long nose. This was less common now. Instead, such a mask existed for festivals and revelry. An accessory taken by man. Maybe the tengu had taken the shape of a bird. They were, after all, protective yokai of the forest. A bird’s eye view of the land seemed the most logical… but if it was a tengu, why did she feel so uneasy? Why did her skin prickle and become so sensitive?

She was familiar with stories of tengu that were renegades. Yokai -- like oni -- that preferred mortal desires. The mortal sin of flesh. It was a topic that was taboo to the princess. Courtship wasn’t a necessary knowledge. It was more useful of her time to learn household responsibilities. How to hold a babe. How to preserve fruits. What linens were best for summer months. Nothing truly of value beyond mathematics and archery. The prospect of a tengu that wanted her for carnal reasons left a horrid taste in her mouth and her knees weak. It was both thrilling and frightening.

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Days melted into one another, but the princess couldn’t purge the feeling of being watched. Her garden was no longer a sanctuary. It was crypt; suffocating and miserable. Because of this, she opted to stay inside and attend to her studies. Busy work that kept prying eyes at bay. The castle walls now provided protection from the rotten anxiety decaying her gut. Caring for plants used to be a welcome chore; an activity that broke up the monotony of royal life. Instead, the fresh air and bright sun only brought a sense of dread the princess couldn’t escape. It sat in her gut like a stone. Heavy with burden.

She experimented with venturing out during different times of day. Neither the cool morning nor the starless evening cure her. Everyday was the same, except for her lack of gardening. Servants took note and tried to coax the princess into the terrace, but she held fast in her fear. It was becoming all consuming. A black hole even the empress noticed.

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“You insisted on this ridiculous hobby, and yet, you won’t be appreciative?” Cold, hard eyes observed the woman, waiting for a response. Her mother’s eyes never quite held any warmth of familiar love. It was an aspect the princess was accustomed to.

The princess, playing with the hem of her kimono responded, “I… Of course I appreciate it, Your Majesty.”

“Well then, why don’t you tend to it, little bug?”

She winced at the epithet. It was an embarrassing and old name that was born of the maiden’s interest in plants. Nothing more than an insult veiled as a loving moniker. The name brought forth memories of childhood. Memories of learning cruelty.

“It’s been too hot lately, Your Majesty. My kimono sticks to my back and it’s very unbecoming.” Picking her words carefully would be the key here. She knew the vicious nature her mother carried. A stick to beat others down into submission; into the dirt.

Satisfied, or perhaps finally disinterested, the empress curtly nodded and continued her stroll around the castle grounds. The lack of her mother’s love didn’t bother her anymore. She was the empress. Nobility that commanded -- demanded -- respect.

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The day had transformed into night. Humid summer air that melted into a brisk evening. Typically, twilight was the perfect time for tending to her garden, but the princess hadn’t set foot within her sanctuary. She sat directly in front of the shoji that led to the terrace, timid hands fumbling with the hem of her kimono. It was a nervous habit that followed from childhood.

‘Should I try again? ’ Thick saliva began to pool within the maiden’s mouth. A bundle of anxiety coiled within the pit of her stomach; like a hot brand. Truth be told, she wanted to run and hide further within the castle. The princess’ bed was her sanctuary now.

‘...but it’s only a feeling. Mother wouldn’t want me to be such a child. ’ Swallowing the saliva, the woman stood up and meekly slid open the door.

Sticky, heavy air stuck to her lungs. Her chest rapidly rose and fell; the princess desperate to not suffocate. It was a starless night. An inky blackness that threatened to swallow the princess whole. The evening was darker than usual, which allowed dread to further creep into her body. Instinctual goosebumps decorated her arms as she slinked towards a bed of flowers. The floral scent was almost nauseating. Too overpowering and fragrant.

Shaky knees knelt into the earth and trembling hands began to pull at weeds. Her lack of care supported an invasion within her garden. It was no longer a garden of love. Now, the terrace sat abandoned and overrun. Stubborn weeds were plucked and tossed aside. The princess’ hands ached and were caked in dirt. Not becoming a of woman. Of a princess. But the woman lacked care. She didn’t want to live in fear of her only outlet. Her only safe haven from her mother and from the castle servants.

Tears gathered at the corner of the maiden’s eyes as she worked. Her disdain and anxiety had become tangible. She brought a dirt crusted finger to her eye and wiped away the salty liquid. Crying was a sign of weakness. It was a saying the empress had drilled into the princess since birth. Crying wasn’t allowed for nobility. The woman needed to be strong and feminine; not a blubbering child. Gradually, the feeling of being watched dissipated and was instead replaced by a feeling of inadequacy and misery.

Atop a neighboring tree within the terrace sat a red-tailed hawk. Beautiful and majestic. The bird watched the woman below. It cocked it’s head in interest. Despite his watchful gaze, the tengu known as Keigo hadn’t seen the princess cry before. The action seemed almost foreign to her, as if she had never cried before. Her chest didn’t heave and no sound emitted from her. Instead, the maiden sat on her knees and silently toiled. This lack of passion angered Keigo in a way. He wanted to see the woman in all her entirety. He wanted to witness her anger. Her sadness. Her wailing. A part of him would envision her beneath him, begging him with tears in her eyes. It was a sick pleasure, really. Keigo wanted to be disgusted by this desire, but it was a thought that dug its heels in, refusing to leave. He was left with the only option; to embrace it.

Keigo continued to watch the quiet sobbing until he grew bored. Until an idea surfaced. He should try to comfort her, shouldn’t he?

‘I want to touch her. I want to feel her warmth. I want to feel her writhe underneath me,’ the tengu thought as he gently fluttered to the ground. Keigo didn’t want to approach her as a man. He knew mortals weren’t stupid; she would question why a strange man with golden eyes suddenly appeared within her castle. ‘I want you to love me. ’

Softly, the tengu made his way towards the princess. Keigo’s footfalls were ignored by the maiden until he rubbed a wing against her. Startled, she released a quiet yelp and looked at the creature. The bird was small for a hawk and looked to be the runt. An unfortunate bird that had been given the same lot in life as herself. The princess regained her composure and reached out, touching the little bird.

“You scared me! Are you lonely, little birdie?” She asked, trying to stifle a giggle. Being frightened by such a small thing was comedic in a way. Deep inside, the bird and it’s tiny, insignificant body reminded the woman of herself. Perhaps this creature had been the prying eyes? ‘It was so silly of me to worry,’ the princess thought as she petted the bird.

The hawk released a low growl, as if the sound came from the very back of their throat. It reminded the princess of a cat’s purr. A sound only produced from trust and contentment. Soft lips curled into an insignificant smile. Her lips felt tense and unfamiliar with the action; smiling wasn’t common within the castle. The empress saw it as fictitious and unnecessary.

‘You can express pleasantries through your words. A noble woman doesn’t need to stoop down to a commoner.’

She reasoned the bird couldn’t be more than a young babe; the runt of a litter. ‘Are its wings hurt? Is the mother looking for..? ’ Before the princess could finish her thought, the bird gently pecked at her palm. Almost like a warning. The feeling of being watched had subsided; the princess was confident that her intruder was a lonely baby hawk. She hadn’t seen such a bird before. Hawks weren’t common in her kingdom and the woman was unsure the creature could fly. If the bird couldn’t fly, surely she should nurse it to health and then release it. The woman had never raised a dog before, much less a hawk, but it’s kindness proved too powerful.

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The princess managed to smuggle the hawk into her room. The operation had required bribing maids, but ‘business deals are important and are to be honored,’ as her mother would say. It wasn’t bribing; she was merely asking for a service and in turn, the maids were paid. ‘A simple transaction,’ she told herself.

Currently, the hawk was cuddled against the woman. She had made several attempts to leave, but the creature would loudly squawk like a threat. The princess knew her mother would at best be displeased -- and at worst -- demand the bird be confiscated. No animal was worthy of a princess. No creature was bred with the same noble blood. The empress deemed animals unworthy of her daughter’s company. ‘To rule, you must have conviction and a barn animal would only dirty you.’ Remembering her words only caused the woman to flinch. Even the ghost of her words carried severity and coldness.

Keigo was growing annoyed. Yes, it was blissful to be smothered by this woman, but he desired more. His heart grew black with a carnal want that only oni experienced. He wanted to defile her in the worst way. He wanted to feel the princess squirm underneath him, begging him in ecstasy. Naturally, the mind of a tengu is always several steps ahead of a mortal. A plan began to form; once she retired to bed, Keigo would reveal himself, explain he was a kami and had selected her for his divine touch. The tengu knew that even among nobility, the visit of a kami was prized. It was an offer the princess couldn’t -- wouldn’t refuse. Keigo ruffled his feathers in anticipation.

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The night was still and silent, except for a slight breeze that blew through an open window. The princess had retired to sleep, but decided to keep her window open for the little bird. Keigo sat atop the windowsill and watched her sleeping form. He noted how small she was; an impossibly tiny body dwarfed by a mattress decorated in ornate blankets and pillows. This form allowed for the tengu to watch the princess undress. Her body was delicate and without blemish. A part of Keigo felt excited by this; a perfect body he could ruin. He would claim her and defile her.

With a quick pop, and a patch of black smoke, the bird was no more. In place sat a young man with ash blonde hair and golden eyes. His features were sharp and almost avian like, but his expression was laid-back and carefree. He wore the traditional garb of a yamabushi, complete with a tokin. He was a handsome man, but carried the dark intentions of a predator. Yellow orbs that burned with want.

Keigo slowly drifted towards the princess, leaving red feathers in his wake. He watched with interest as she tossed in bed. So blissful. So blissfully unaware of him. Unable to resist any further, the tengu placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. She was soft -- malleable -- and smelled of perfume. Like a garden.

The princess awoke suddenly from the action and came face-to-face with the tengu. By the moonlight, she couldn’t make out his features, but knew the shape was that of a man. Shock ignited in her eyes and the princess instinctively opened her mouth, but no sound came out. She felt suffocated by the intruder. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she noticed how bizarre the man’s silhouette was. He stood of average height, but it looked as if the man had hidden an object behind his back. An object that resembled the wings of a bird.

Finally, a whimper escaped the woman. A small and pathetic sound that aroused the tengu. Before the princess could helpless babble, Keigo spoke, “Sorry if I scared you! Wasn’t my intention, but I’m Keigo.” A lop-sided grin found its way onto his thin lips. The smile did little to quell the fear in the woman’s gut.

“G-g-get out!” Her words sounded strangled and afraid. The princess sat up and frantically scooted away from the strange man. ‘She’s so cute, scared like this.’

She wondered how long the man had been watching her. Was he the source of the crimson feather? Was this not a man, but an oni? A pit formed in her chest, heavy with dread and fright.

“Don’t be like that, little bird. I’m a kami, shouldn’t you be falling at my feet?” Keigo asked, his tone casual.  His lack of concern or formality was alarming. No one had spoken to the princess in such a way. Under normal circumstances, she would have welcomed his nonchalant nature, but now -- in her darkened room -- it was a threat.

The princess’ heart hammered in her chest like a drum. Too loud and too thunderous to ignore.

“A k-kami..? I -- you visited me several nights ago, didn’t you?” She desperately wanted to believe the man. Any other possibility was horrific. She squinted in the dark and noticed the sharp features he possessed; blonde hair illustrated in the moonlight and yellow eyes that seemed to glow.

The tengu laughed. It was soft and gentle, the pure opposite of the roaring cackle she was accustomed to.

“I wanted you to have somethin’ to remember me by, little birdie. It’s flattering how close you keep it.” It excited Keigo that the young maiden had kept the feather. Especially because she kept the feather so close, buried underneath her kimono, right atop her breast. He hoped her breasts were as soft as her cheek.

Plump cheeks flushed with pink. She hated being teased. It was one of the few social interactions her mother was capable of, but it always left a sour taste in the woman’s mouth.

“How… how do I know you’re a kami? You could simply be a convincing oni, a pretender.”

His smile faltered. “You don’t trust me? That’s okay, little birdie. I’ll take my leave,” Keigo replied. Leaving wasn’t a part of his plan, it was merely a distraction from the bewitching magic he cast. A glamour that would enlighten the princess to desires held deep within her heart.

The princess didn’t want him to leave; it was improper to turn away a guest. Compelled, a delicate hand grabbed Keigo’s robe. It was tightly woven material, similar to the great textiles within the castle.

“Stay,” she begged, “please stay. I didn’t mean…”

Keigo placed a large hand atop the crown of her head and stroked. The maiden leaned into the touch, it was unlike any sensation she had experienced within the castle. It wasn’t the uncaring, technical touch of a wet nurse, but the tender touch of a lover. Warmth began to bloom in the pit of her stomach. A feeling that was foreign, but welcomed. She wanted nothing more than to melt into the tengu’s touch.

The woman patted the empty spot next to her. She hoped the winged man would slide into bed and perhaps hold her. Simply hold her and their body heat mixed together in the summer air. A small, childish part of the princess desired to touch the man’s wings. If they were as soft as the feather, they must feel like heaven. ‘He’s divinity in every sense of the word.’

Silently, Keigo slid into bed beside the princess, his wings ruffling against her soft skin. He shivered from the sensation. Tingly and electric. Keigo draped an arm around her and pulled the princess closer. He needed to hear her heartbeat and feel the blood coursing under her skin. The maiden’s floral scent was overpowering now; the smell fresh and heavenly. The woman buried herself into the tengu’s robe. His body was warm, almost hot. A summer heat draped in a man. He smelled of the earth and pine. It was a scent that the woman found comforting.

“Eager little bird,” Keigo joked, his hand now drifting down her form. He was desperate to memorize the soft landscape of her body. She was a treat to be savored. “Gonna touch you and make you feel good, okay little birdie?”Keigo grabbed the princess through her nightgown, her breast fitting perfectly within his palm, as if she was made for him. Only one thought came to Keigo’s mind: ‘This is mine. She is mine.’ It was uncommon for the tengu to feel so territorial -- so protective, but she was giving herself to him, afterall.

He palmed the woman through her nightgown, eliciting a quiet moan. Keigo had to strain to hear it; she tried to stifle the sound. It was unnatural and embarrassing. She had never been touched like this before, much less by a kami.

“Don’t be so shy.” Keigo continued to caress and massage her breast, his other hand wandering down his lover’s nightgown. His hand stopped at the hem of her gown, sliding up the material until it was bunched around her waist. The princess shivered from the cool air, and from a foreign feeling of shame. A part of her wanted to push the winged man away and lock herself in a neighboring bathroom until guards arrived, but another insatiable piece wanted the kami to take her maidenhood right now. Her body burned with an undeniable passion that only Keigo could extinguish.

Mewls of want penetrated the night air as the tengu circled a finger around her sensitive lips, the warmth of his touch separated only by satin panties. The cloth -- saturated with her juices -- would be Keigo’s prize. Another memento of the woman, of his lover. Her squirming underneath him only cemented that fact.

Greedy, trembling hands reached for Keigo; needy for his body to be pressed against hers. She slid a hand underneath his robe, and traveled down his body, stopping at his waist. Pleasing a man was never a topic of discussion in the princess’ studies. The maiden’s hands glided under Keigo’s fundoshi. His member stood proud and leaking pre-cum, unsure and nervous, she began to rub his leaking head. A groan rumbled from deep within Keigo’s chest, like a thunderstorm.

“Don’t stop, little bird,” Keigo murmured, the tengu too enamored from the woman’s touch. He had dreamed of this for several nights, but finally, her soft hands were working his manhood. She stroked down his length, clumsy and inexperienced. The tengu was growling now; noises guttural and rough. Like a wild beast set free.

Encouraged by her touch, he tore her undergarment, allowing for proper access to her nether region. Roughly, Keigo parted the woman’s lips apart and a calloused thumb began to rub her now swollen clit. Under normal circumstances, the princess would have recoiled from such brazen action; she was taught a man should never tear a royal’s garment. It was an act perpetrated by oni and men of lesser nobility, but this man wasn’t of lesser nobility. He was a kami. A god.

Golden, hungry eyes looked down at her; like a wolf appraising meat. Predatory and insatiable. An idea formed within his mind and the tengu detached himself from the princess. She released a whine, her features twisted in a pout. A little brat denied subsistence.

“Touch me,” she requested. Her tone was demanding. It was more of a command than a request. Her hands felt empty and useless, the maiden convinced her only purpose now was to please the kami.

Keigo positioned himself at her entrance and commanded, “Lay down, let me pleasure you.” His words were like velvet, his voice like nirvana. Sickeningly sweet and light. With hesitation, the woman laid down, her cunt in full view of the tengu. She felt another pang of embarrassment. Even wet nurses hadn’t seen her exposed like this. Her instincts screamed to cover up and to run away, but the allure of Keigo proved too much.

A single finger was harshly jammed into her slick core as Keigo’s mouth engulfed her mound. His hot tongue swirled around in her cunt, learning every sensitive spot. His wide finger sent a shock of pain up the maiden’s body, but the sensation was soon replaced by warmth that spread between her thighs. He pumped into her, scissoring and stretching her. Preparing her for him. His teeth grazed against her delicate clit, evoking a wanton moan. Her legs trembled as Keigo shoved another finger into her wetness. She felt full -- whole -- with the tengu’s fingers inside. A thumb prodded her clit again, gently rubbing the nub. The red-hot coil within her center made the maiden feel as if she would burst, the sensation of an orgasm building. Sounds of squelching and a river of moans flowed from her.

The tengu brought his face up to her, fingers wet with her arousal.

“Little birdie all ready for my cock, huh?” Keigo stood up and quickly disrobed. His lean frame vibrating from excitement. In the moonlight, the princess could make out the sculpted body Keigo possessed. The body befitting of a kami. He crawled over her body and positioned his cock up against her lips. Slowly, savoring the moment, Keigo pushed into the woman. His cock stretched her, far more than his fingers. Sensitive, wet walls clasped around him. Her body was desperate to swallow his member whole. The tengu crammed his soaked fingers into his lover’s mouth, muffling her moans. “Don’t want you too loud, little birdie.”

She wondered if this was a normal part of lovemaking, but obliged the tengu and sucked on his fingers. Lewd sounds erupted from Keigo, along with a string of swears. The princess hadn’t heard such depravity before, but Keigo’s thick cock was too distracting. He sped up, provoked by the sucking of his fingers. His balls slapped against her ass at a feverish pace. Keigo’s strokes were no longer slow and delicate, but harsh and starving. A man -- a beast -- possessed. The force of his strokes almost hurt and his fingers were jammed to almost the back of her throat.

“Pl-please stop,” the maiden slurred, spit trailing down her chin. Keigo had to strain to hear her, but decided to partially accommodate. He removed the saliva coated fingers, leaving her to gup down chestfuls of air. Instead, strong hands clasped around her delicate neck. A neck that had only known the pleasures of cotton or satin. His touch around her neck was the opposite of the tenderness she had known before; his touch now felt possessive and dark. An aura of blackness that threatened to consume her. Keigo’s grip tightened, along with his feverish pace. The princess’ hips now began to ache underneath him.

The coil in her stomach reached its peak; a feeling of relief washed over her. The maiden felt grounded, more aware, less hazy. She finally noticed the dangerous shine in the tengu’s yellow eyes, which sent a deathly chill down her body, leaving goosebumps. She no longer wanted this. She no longer wanted him. The woman began to squirm underneath the tengu, defaulting to her original fear. Realizing the turn of her nature, Keigo released a final pump into her soaking cunt. A deep growl sounded from his chest, this time the sound no longer velvet and soft. The sound of a predator. As he climaxed, Keigo’s grip around her worsened. The maiden feeling out of breath. Asphyxiated. She beat against his chest, her vision becoming a blurry mess of black spots and dots.

Keigo’s large hands fell from her neck and the princess swallowed greedy gulps of air. ‘She looks so beautiful like this,’ the tengu thought, ‘sweaty and broken beneath me.’ His seed began to leak out of her, staining her plush thighs. The sensation made her feel dirty, wrong, used.

“L-l-leave.”

Yellow eyes bore into her features, memorizing every inch. A carefree grin plastered on the tengu’s handsome face.

“...but you’re mine now, little birdie.”

[truppe-dell-arcobaleno]

Truppe dell'Arcobaleno, a Twisted Wonderland Mafia AU Fanfiction

There is a small city in Twisted Wonderland, a city named Fascino. This once peaceful city is run and owned by the dangerous Night Raven. Underneath the feet of that great Family, you still have your tiny groups, ruling their little territories. But there are Families, the direct descendants of the Night Raven, known as the 'Great Seven', who stands above all.

We have the harsh Heartslabyul, the wild Savanaclaw, the underestimated Octavinelle, the explosive Scarabia, the slick Pomefiore, the sneaky Ignihyde, and the frightening Diasomnia.

Despite having divided the territories fairly, crimes break out- Wars, theft, assassinations, and murders of other Families. Alliances are formed as well as rivalries, and if you make one wrong move, you could be dead or have a whole Famiglia against yours.

Dirty dealings and secrets, gangs and theft and murder- It's all connected somehow and this is the story of how all of us got stuck in the middle of it.

Confirmed Cast:

This is edited because some OC profiles are not founded/incomplete, the blogs are deleted, or OP openly said they are no longer in TWST fandom.

If any OC owner has the full profile, you guys can contact me.

Mordred Dan  [full profile not found]

Decker Solitare  [full profile not found]

Kendrick Hellaven  [full profile not found]

( @/fromashestostars ​ / @/revolllutionary ​ )

Jonah Argentum 

( @/tsukikoayanosuke ​ )

Lucille Leonhart 

Lilith Leonhart [planned, but full profile not found]

( @/twistedwonda ​ )

Ariel Ophelie [pending, personality not complete]

( @/missnekonyan ​ )

Kiyoshi Takagi 

( @/twstankin ​ )

Conrad Garfio

Tink Campanella

Krok Horologium

( @/piraticusdorm ​ )

Noelle Halliday

Chiara Spindlebloom 

( @/3rdgymbros ​ )  [No longer TWST fandom]

Cheshire Redwood

Hanna Suzuki

Koyuki Kamiya

Yingyue Jiang

Lanying Qing

( @/eclipsezero ​ )

Lola Guerra  [profile has too little information]

Vinh Torch

Flint Remington  [profile has too little information]

Chase Manchester  [profile has too little information]

Cordell Snare  [profile has too little information]

Berkeley Houndstooth  [profile has too little information]

Ronaldo Buckman  [profile has too little information]

Sarge Glase  [profile has too little information]

( @/prometheanglory ​ ) 

Di Xin Li

Yabu Li

( @/conquer-the-raven ) [Tumblr account deactivated]

Pleiade Elvira Campbell

Samara al-Asim

Winona Shelby

Malvina Shelby

Sabrina Shelby

( @/the27th )

Viktor Dieldrin

Salem Kallier

Nyx Kallier

Rosid Strychnine

( @/terrors-of-nightraven / @/minoux-x )  [Tumblr account deactivated]

Henry Lakeside

Leroy Violet

Mellow Mildew

( @/fumikomiyasaki )

Rozaline Von Dorime

( @/briarrosescurse ​ )

Al Noir

( @/oiseaunoir11 )

Catrina Maravilla

( @/thetwstwildcard​ )

Miradel Naylor 

( @/yandere-of-your-dreams )  [Tumblr account deactivated]

Peyton Fox  [full profile not found]

Daire Gray

( @/chaoticlad )

Aster Realta

( @/lawlessofdusk )

Choco

Lotus  [planned, but full profile not found]

( @/choconanime )

Song Dusk  [planned, but full profile not found]

( @/sanata101​ )

Aya

( @/permanentlyexhaustedowl )

Emiko Sato

( @/danderechansworld )

Anna Piero

( @/circuscarnage )

... and possibly many more!