#people so he wasn't really ever a demon with his full heart so: just some guy

[seylaaurora]

I was initially feeling a little miffed about them abandoning the premise of Crowley and Aziraphale being 'just some guy' in heaven and hell's hierarchies to imply that Crowley used to be a high-ranking angel before his fall, but the more I think about it, the more I think it's for them to still be equals in season 3

Aziraphale will be the supreme archangel and Crowley will be ... whatever powerful being he is

[flamingpudding]

The first part of this Au that I went out with so funny thank you for answering it I hope you were able to rest and stuff but anywho

I feel like after those first two parts I feel like RedRobin and Batman have questions about the Ghost King and Vlad relationship like they're asking questions

And the Klarions / Phantom children and the kids keep just dropping he with to college with our mom's parents, he would take kidnap mom and locked him in a basement, he's legally mom's godfather, he tried to marry grandmother on multiple occasions

I just feel like Dan anytime he gets the moment gets mad at him and goes like until you pay the 8.5 million you owe mom in child support is the day that you can call me your son ectoplasm donor.

Also I would find it so funny if outside of their Klarion thing they live with Vlad time from time again when Danny is overwhelmed or need someone to watch over them and the the rest of the people he's friends with in the Infinite Realms can't do it and are friends with the Wayne children

I feel like Duke will be having a heart attack when you realizes that he goes the same high school class as Dan or that Ellie and Dick best friends back when they were children for funsies

Also the reveal of Teekls has never been a cat it's going to get on doctor fate's nerves cuz he knows damn well that things never been a cat also I feel like all of them have the power to rip Dr Fate out of whoever he's possessing body and always he's pulling that power on him anytime they get the chance

Also a review of the fact that Teekl has never been a cat until when like Batman or Red Robin pov

Have I ever mentioned I love your ideas and how fun they are? Cause damn this had me laughing while reading it already.

Also glad the first two parts were still fun despite the mishaps that happed while writing :D

Also I skipped over the Teekl Part for the moment since I didn't know how to tie it in at the moment...

Sooooo anyway.... here we go again~ (sorry if its a bit short...)

Part 1 Part 2

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Red Robin was intrigued, worried and on several levels suspicious as he watched the interaction between the ones that had been Klarion, the current Klarion and Vlad Masters. He had also a lot of questions, he really wanted answers to but for now he held back.... partially. Vlad Masters was a contact Batman had brought in when the situation with the Demon became more dangerous than they originally expected.

John Constantine had mentioned they would need a even stronger force to really drive that Demon back and off handedly mentioned that something like an Ancient or a Ghost King would be needed. And wouldn't you know, Batman knew someone that claimed to have contacts with a Ghost King or rather THE Ghost King. And as luck would have it, Vlad Masters was in Gotham because of one of his relentless attempts at striking a business deal with Bruce Wayne. (That really had been an unexpected luck but by now Red Robin was also suspecting something else was at play.... [Like a bored Ancient of Time])

Well either way now he was watching, just a step behind his mentor, how Batman was grilling Vlad Masters on his relations to the Ghost King, since apparently they (the hero's assembled) wouldn't need to do anything anyway since the Ghost King was handling the demon threat. Red Robin did realise that not all heroes present were convinced but what else could they do but wait right now? Since according to Klarion their Mom aka the Ghost King was already dealing with the situation.

So with that happening, the well known bat-paranoia, curiosity, suspicion and need to know every good damn detail of a situation arose full force. Not that Red Robin minded, as mentioned before, he had a lot of questions too. Plus he wasn't so sure if the other Heroes had caught it but there were some disturbing things Klarion and is siblings sort of dropped that really needed clearing up.

While Batman was grilling Vlad Masters, Red Robin listened in but then decided to his own sort of questioning with Klarion, the current one.

"So... you called Vlad Masters 'old man'? And your suit is in the 'old man's style'?" the question was asked directly to the current Klarion. Since they were apparently here just to watch Red robin was sure he could just try having a sort of civil talk with his questions.

Klarion on the other hand grumbled crossing his arms, before uncrossing them again to pet the demon cat on his shoulder. "I just went with his dumb vampire look but more fancy and classic and less insane colouring."

The arched eyebrow stayed sort of hidden under his mask but it was there and Red Robin knows that tone Klarion used. It's the same Red Hood has when he begrudgingly admit do doing something the way Batman would. Which raises the a question he already had on his mind, how he could interpret Klarions use of 'old man'. Which would give Batman even more incentive to question Vlad Masters on his relation to the Ghost King. Also for now he was going to ignore the 'dumb vampire look' part, but he did note it down in his mind for later.

"Vlad Masters is your 'old man'?" There probably was a way to ask a little more subtle or nice but they were waiting for the Ghost King to beat up a Demon and he was making small talk with subtitle questioning with Klarion. So sue him for being blunt after all. Also the face Klarion was making right after he said.

"Well Far Frozen gets a hot summer." Was the instant reply and Red Robin blinked unter his mask. There probably was some information he was missing behind that reply.

"Ew no! He wishes though. But Vlad is like double or triple our Mom's age! He even went to collage with Grandpa Jack and Grandma Maddie!" Misrule suddenly interjected apparently done pestering Nightwing as she leaned over Klarion, resting her head on his and causing Teekl to hiss at her. Well that certainly got his attention now and with the way he saw, form the corner of his eyes, Batmans head wipe their way and then back at Vlad Masters it certainly also got his mentors.

"He wishes...? Triple your Moms.... age? The Ghost King?" His mental information board was getting more and more chaotic with the information he was getting.

"He acts like we are his kids and has a right to be called Dad by us." Misrule shrugged dismissively to which Klarion growled, he growled! Red Robin was tempted to check his ears because this was the first time he heard Klarion growl towards his sister.

"The day I call your DNA and my ecto donor anything with the context of father is the day he pays Mom the millions of child support he owns him and additional pays for emotional and physical distress." Okay, Red Robin was not ashamed to say he did a double take at Klarions growl and the fact that several alarm bells went off hin his mind with that one sentence alone.

"Mom has his own castle and riches from the previous King. Not like we would actually need that money. Plus Vlad does pay for your school tuition." Misrule answered her brother, complete ignoring the fact that Red Robin was having a mental crisis and thinking that Vlad Masters might even be an even greater threat, then just a weird and suspicious potential business partner and that the reason he has a summoning stone for the Ghost King might be a custody thing regarding Klarion and his siblings.

So with all these things what did Red Robins brain decide to focus on? "Vlad Masters pays your school tuition? No wait you go to school?"

There was an awkward moment Red Robin received two very similar looking deadpan stares from Klarion and Misrule, the first Klarion.

"Of course I go to fucking school Mom would kill... well no thermos ground me if I didn't." Another drop of information Red Robin didn't know how to handle, what the hell does 'thermos ground' even mean? Was that like their version of grounding?

"Oh isn't today like a school night?" Misrule suddenly piped up pinching her brothers check and Red Robin felt weirdly reminded of some of the interactions he used to have with his siblings. It was strange to see Klarion like that.

"Shit... I forgot to do my part of my group project with Duke..." Klarion grumbled and Red Robin did a double take once more, blinking several times as there was a very very important information drop here, his head snapped towards Nightwing in hopes that the other had also caught it and thankfully, he had and while Signal wasn't present at the moment because he had done day patrols already and had been barely awake anyway when this whole Demon mess started.... they had gotten a hint of figuring out Klarions identity, they were certainly going to use later.

For now they had some more red flags to investigate in regards to the relation of Vlad Masters, the Ghost King, Klarion and Klarion's siblings.

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Little Bonus (Next day after Demon Crisis):

"Hey Duke, who are you working with in a group project?"

"Huh oh that is Dante Masters-Nightingale."

"Masters-Nightingale? As in Vlad MASTERS?"

"Yeah, that what he said his temporary guardian's name is that pays for his schooling."

"Wait didn't I go with Danielle Nightingale-MASTERS to school too? We were like besties in school!"

"Oh god...."

"Tim, you okay you look very pale. Are you okay? Dick too..."

"BRUCE! VLAD MASTERS NEEDS TO BE PUT ON THE RED WATCH LIST AND WE NEED TO TALK WITH THE GHOST KING ASAP!"

[slayfics]

You and Obanai take a shortcut through the Entertainment District.

Warnings: Some suggestive themes due to the nature of the Entertainment District

It was an unexpected surprise for Obanai to be assigned to the same mission as you. With both of you working together the demon was taken care of in what might have been record time. Now you both had the long journey back to your estates.

"I almost feel bad for the demon having to deal with both of us. It never stood a chance," you said laughing sweetly. If it was anyone else Obanai would have harshly argued that demons are creatures not deserving of pity. However, your sweet laughter rang in his ears and squeezed his heart in a way he couldn't deny.

"This was a rather quick mission," he agreed.

"It took longer to get here than it did fighting the demon! I'm not looking forward to the journey back," You said with a heavy sigh.

Obanai looked you over and noticed how exhausted the mission had left you. Wanting to help any way he could he suggested a shortcut before he thought it all the way through. "We could take the shorter route through the Entertainment District," he suggested.

"Oh, is that really shorter? Let's do it, I've never been there before!" You said, bubbly as ever.

Your precious enthusiasm was almost enough to make Obanai overlook what he had actually signed you both up for.

The Entertainment District was unpredictable and full of people. Particularly men, and those looking for young women to work in their houses. Obanai wasn't worried about anything happening to you, not with him there. Anyone would be lucky to survive even looking at you.

However, that was the problem.

You were undeniably attractive and it would go without saying that you would catch a lot of attention walking through the district. Obanai took a deep breath to calm himself, reminding himself that you both were just passing through, and he would be by your side the whole time.

"What is it like there, Iguro?" You asked, becoming excited to see the district slowly coming into view.

"It's busy, so just stay close to me ok?" he said.

"Sure!" You said making it a point to match his strides and stay next to him.

When you both came upon the entrance of the district, it was busier than Obanai had ever remembered. He had only passed through once for a mission before but tonight seemed to overflow with people.

"Wow!" You mused, looking around taking in all the lights and sights to see. You quickly noticed some beautiful ladies up on a balcony seeming to call out to get Obanai's attention.

"Hey it seems like they want us to go in there," You said curiously pointing and waving back at the ladies.

Your innocence both captivated and pained Obanai. How was he to tell you what this place was actually about?

"Best to keep moving, we have more missions to worry about," Obanai decided to say hoping to pull your attention away.

"Right," you agreed, continuing to match his strides, not that he would ever let you out of his sight regardless. Becoming painfully aware of all the eyes on you Obanai took off his haori and handed it to you.

"Put this on please," He said, wanting you to cover up more from the on-looking gazes.

"What for?" you asked.

"It is a bit cold and I don't want you to get sick," He lied. A blush tinted your cheeks at his concerns.

"Oh, ok Iguro," you said and slipped your arms through the sleeves. Even with the added clothing the eyes watching you pass by were beginning to enrage Obanai causing him to protectively place his hand on your shoulder.

You looked at his hand on your shoulder feeling even more flustered. It was rare for Obanai to touch you outside of helping during battles with demons. "Just keep walking, we are almost through," He instructed.

Right as you were nearing the end you both were approached by an interested buyer.

"Sir, is she looking for a house? I would pay you handsomely," the buyer offered.

"Hu?" You turned to look confused about the statement. What you saw sent shivers down your spine. Obanai's pupils had all but disappeared and it seemed as though heat was radiating off of him. Before you could even gasp Obanai had the man's arm twisted behind his back.

"DON'T YOU EVEN INSINUATE SHE IS FOR SALE!" He yelled, as the man apologized and pleaded for him to let go.

"Iguro!" You yelled, shocked that he would attack a civilian. You had only seen him use force like that with a demon. Hearing your voice seemed to snap Obanai's senses back and he released the man who took off running.

Obanai swiftly grabbed your hand and led you out of the district.

"Are you ok?" He asked, still holding your hand.

"Of course, no one touched me! What was that about though? He asked if I was for sale. I don't understand."

Obanai looked down, now aware of still holding your hand. He let it go, and a blush swept over his cheeks as he took in a deep breath.

"You should just stay clear of this place ok," he explained.

"Do people really sell girls here?" You questioned further.

"It's not a good place." Was the only further explanation he gave. "I would never have let anyone come near you though."

"I know Iguro," You said, grabbing his hand back, causing his blush to appear again. "I never worry when you're next to me."

Obanai pulled his hand away and looked to the floor, "We better keep going." he said.

"Oh- I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." You said, trying to hide the disappointment on your face caused by the Hashira retreating from you.

Uncomfortable.

You could never make him uncomfortable. That was not the problem. You deserved so much more than him. He would die to keep you safe, all while knowing he would never be deserving enough for your love.

Uncomfortable.

He just passed all the beautiful women in the world, but they were nothing compared to you. He would give any one of them up just to graze you, but he could never admit that. Instead, he kept his burning affections to himself, in hopes that in the next life, he would be worthy of your affections.

Here it is, my first Obanai x reader. I’ve had this idea for awhile so I’m excited to finally share it! As some of you realized Obanai also has a very special place in my heart. I hope you enjoyed it, and thank you for reading~

Shout out to the lovely @snowmist-hashira for helping me gather some words. Please check out her fics if you haven’t~

[kaisers-house-of-desires]

I just wanna say I have notifications on for this blog, AND DID NOT GET THEM. Ahem, anyway, may I ask for a part two of the Muzan x reader fluff where he turns the reader into a demon? 👀 — H

Of course~ Some fluff coming right up~

Title: Meant to Be (Continuation of In Sickness and in Health)

Characters: Muzan x m!Reader

Contains: fluff, pet names (love, dear), blood, death (Demons are...well, demons. While there is fluff, there will be blood and death of extrememly minor characters. Be warned when reading.)

Fandom: Demon Slayer

Full request below the cut

All characters are 18+

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED, AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI (This may not be smut, but I still want the above to be followed)

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A nearby village was no match for your carnivorous rage.

Homes were destroyed, and bodies were scattered about the roads. Faint words rang in your mind as your carnage continued.

Eat to your heart's content.

And eat you did, leaving the village with nearly nothing left. It was a small village, one with not too many people. Anyone who ran by you or attempted to kill you would be your primary target, costing them their lives. Though the ones in hiding wouldn't be spared either, as you would hunt them down like prey, blood dripping from your mouth as you would scout out your next meal.

Within the hour, the village was no more. Families were wiped and structures demolished. You stood at the center of the land, panting heavily as your claws and mouth were soaked with the blood of various villagers. You couldn't tell if you were satisfied, but the nagging feeling in your gut tempted you to hunt for more.

The presence behind you felt appetizing.

Though upon turning around you were met with a tall man with dark wavy hair, his white hat surprisingly clean despite being in a land of viscera and death. You immediately changed your tune, your predatory nature giving way to something softer.

"Muzan, darling!"

He was the only thing you could remember when you woke up. Your memories were nearly erased with the transformation, only leaving the relationship you two shared.

Upon seeing his beloved, Muzan gave you a smile. You didn't realize it before, but now that you had a moment to process, you notice he held a terrified villager in one arm. She was held firmly, Muzan's hand pressing against it so she wouldn't scream. She was afraid, eyes wide as they darted between the two of you.

"I caught this one attempting to run from the village," Muzan explained, gazing down at the woman. "What do you think we should do with her?"

Hunger shot to your mind again, and you stepped toward the trembling woman. Her still wide eyes were now fixated on you rather than flicking back and forth. Her life was quite literally in someone else's hands.

You thought about her fate for a moment, a teasing response following. "Love, have I ever told you I wanted a pet~?"

That answer didn't sit well with the woman, and she began to squirm. Her screams were muffled by Muzan's hand with no way of calling out. Her feet futilely kicked in the air, as if she was already trying to run.

Muzan wasn't happy about her response, and with this position, he forced her head back, exposing her neck. "Are you sure about this one? She's quite loud."

You were so glad he played along.

"Hmm...you're right. I have another idea instead." Staring at the woman, who was frozen in fear from her new position, you simply uttered, "Let her go."

Without question, Muzan dropped the woman to the ground. She was unable to meet either of your gazes.

"Well?" You knelt down to her, your voice teasing. "Run~"

As if thinking she was blessed by the gods, she took you at your order, bolting the moment she heard the word. She screamed into the air, calling for anyone to help her, to help her village.

"Are you really about to let her get away?" Muzan asked, a brow quirked.

Your answer was a simple one.

With your newfound speed, the woman would never reach the end of the village. Your teeth would sink deep into her neck, silencing her for good as you indulged in your final meal of the night.

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Having returned home, you were covered in the dry blood of your feast. Muzan offered to help clean you, to which you didn't refuse. He simply asked you to wait in the bathroom as he set everything up, from gathering your lounging clothes to setting up the tub with heated water. Once the tub was set and you were free of your dirtied clothes, you settled yourself in the tub, some of the water splashing out in the process.

Undeterred by this, Muzan went to work. Despite his title of King of Demons, he treated you as if you were the very thing he was, along with extra care. The way he'd hold your arm was that of a porcelain doll. The sponge carefully swiped along your skin, soap suds cleansing away the dirt and blood that speckled it. As you soaked, and as Muzan carried his actions, the water would tinge color, becoming a translucent red.

As Muzan finished his self assigned duties, he would take note of this sight, and a rush of admiration would wash over him. Thoughts of you bathing in the blood of your adversaries set his body a flame.

For once in his millennia of life, he was the one that did not feel worthy to be in someone's presence.

This feeling would remain as he would assist you out of the tub, a spot with a towel all prepared for you to sit upon as he dried off your freshly cleaned skin. You were the only creature that would ever see him like this, kneeling before a lesser demon, assiting them in such a menial task.

You'd tease him, but in reality you adored how gentle he was with you, and why would you tease that? Sure he was a king, but even a king can be gentle.

With your body dry, he clothed you with a luxurious silk robe that complimented your new reddened eye color. You weren't sure when he had gotten this, but you weren't complaining. It felt lovely on your skin, and you were grateful for his assitance.

Muzan would stand, carefully taking your hand to urge you to stand as well. In doing so, he would carefully kiss the ridge of your knuckles, gazing at you with such soft eyes. You wanted to return the gesture, so you then in turn pulled his hand holding yours close, turning your hand to expose his and return the kiss.

You would never remember who you were, but one thing was for certain: this is where you were meant to be and who you were meant to be with.

[nogenderbee]

Could I request the brothers calling them the hottest demon they've ever seen while others are watching?

Omg yes! It was actually pretty funny to write! You can tell I love Levi here- anyway I hope you enjoy <3

Calling brothers hottest demon you had seen

⊱ we all already know that Lucifer's ego is massive so if you want to make it even bigger, go on and he'll be so full of himself for the rest of the day

⊱ and oh boy do it in front of his brothers and they all ehem Satan and Belphies ehem will give you stares saying "what did you just did-?!"

⊱ it doesn't matter if you tell him that in private or in front od his brothers

"Thank you, I really appreciate that you think so as well."

⊱ and then he gives you one of the cockiest smiles of his

"So subtle..."

"You don't have to be jealous, Satan."

"Me? Jealous of you? Pfft, never!"

⊱ Satan IS jealous, he just won't admit it, he won't give his older brother that damn satisfaction after all

⊱ Lucifer on the other hand is more confident for at least the next week thanks to this and if he can, he gladly will remind his brothers how you called him

⊱ but he'll compliment you as well, after all you deserve it after boosting his ego so much

⊱ Mammon always called himself 'THE Mammon' so you thought that he'll just brush it off like it's nothing

⊱ and while that's a little true he also already has a weak spot for you and you're saying things like that in front of his brothers

⊱ he still tries to act like it's nothing even tho his face says completely otherwise

⊱ it just goes double for him when you say it in front of his brothers and not in private

"O-Of course I am! I AM 'The Mammon' after all! People say that to me all the time!"

"It would he more convincing if your face wasn't so red and if you wouldn't stutter so much..."

"Sh-Shaddup Asmo!"

⊱ now he calls himself 'THE hottest demon Mammon' around you and his brothers to mark that you called him that and no one else

⊱ he becomes a little more clingy towards you then he's usually and his only excuse is that you probably want to hang out with the 'the hottest demon' anyway

⊱ it's obvious if you know Levi at least a little bit that if you call him the hottest demon, he'll get REALLY emberrassed

⊱ and if you call him like that in front of his brothers, his face will literally burn

⊱ but you apparently decide to do it either way- can't blame you honestly

⊱ similar to Mammon except it doesn't go double for him, it goes triple for him is that how you say it?

"W-Wha-Whaaaat?!!?!!!! Y-You can't just say stuff like that out of the blue!"

⊱ and don't even expect to see him in the nearest month, he has to process what just happened and once he does, he needs to get over it so count next 3 months for that

"Okay, that's it. My introvert heart can't take it! I'll just go to my room... I'll need like a week- no, a month- or 3 months!"

⊱ you really didn't knew he could run this fast as he did now... and by the look on his brothers faces, neither did them

⊱ it's not like he doesn't enjoy being called like that, he just thinks you're either making dun of him or saying it all out of pity

⊱ you better go to his room to calmly explain and erasure him and he may leave a little earlier than he planned

⊱ he still becomes a blushing mess any time he or someone makes him remember it, but as the time passes he starts liking it even if he still goes red like crazy

⊱ you may think that Satan wouldn't he moved by compliment like that but you're so wrong

⊱ you better say it to him in front of Lucifer or else he'll definitely make you repeat it just to shove it into his face

⊱ he actually blushes a little but does his best to hide it with some politeness

"I- *ekhem* Thank you very much. It's good to know you have a good taste."

⊱ he definitely will mention it every time the eldest brother of his will let his ego show way too much

"You must have a hight ego calling yourself like that even tho YN clearly called ME the hottest demon they had seen. An I wrong, YN?"

⊱ definitely wants you to repeat it as much as you can especially in front of certain demon and often will ask your i to to agree with his words

⊱ he'll also tease you about what you called him if that will put a blush on your face

⊱ whenever he's pisses at someone that he's already in his demon form and person before him is regretting their whole life, just remember him what you called him and he may let them run

⊱ you could already guess that Asmo won't be emberrassed, quite the opposite actually and you were absolutely right

⊱ when you do it in front of his brothers, everyone in the room knows that he won't shut up about it for at least next month

⊱ after those words left your mouth, be ready for him to spoil you with cuddles and kisses all around your face

"Oh my, you're so sweet darling! Of course I heard it s lot already but I'm stilo happy to hear it from your lips~!"

"Asmo! Whatcha think ya doing?!"

"Spoiling then with affection they deserve, obviously!"

⊱ he's going to be even more affectionate with you than usual for at least next 3 months

⊱ he'll definitely post some selfies with you, putting in description something like 'my sweet human just called me the hottest demon they had seen~ <3'

⊱ be ready that he'll always try to get your attention every time he can and just let me tell you that he can get a little grumpy if he won't attention he needs in the very moment

⊱ Beel is probably the hardest one to guess but he does get slightly emberrassed

⊱ he doesn't really mind if you tell him this in private or in front of his brothers, his reaction would still be the same

⊱ when you said it, you catched him a little of guard so it took him a little bit of time to process what just happened but it doesn't last long

"...Thank you! Oh, do you want to try one of the cupcakes I'm eating right now?"

⊱ definitely offers you some of his food, he's eating right now or will take you out to some restaurant as thanks

⊱ he won't mention it again to any of his brothers since he doesn't want to make them feel worse or anything but that doesn't mean that he doesn't care

⊱ it still puts a big smile on his face whenever he remembers it or you say it again

⊱ he often wants to spend more time with you whenever he remembers it or after you said it, so expect to have tall demon following you like a puppy

⊱ you thought that Belphie won't care so you brushed it off at first, but once the thought of saying it in front of his brothers came to your mind, you decided to realize it

⊱ surprisingly his reaction isn't as different if you would say it in private

⊱ when words leave your mouth tho, be prepared that he'll just mumble thanks and then excuse himself that he's tired

"Thanks... I'm tired now, I will go to my room and take a nap. YN, do you want to go with me?"

⊱ he often asks you if you want to take a nap with him so it's not that strange to you but he definitely won't turn his head towards you because if he did, you'd see his blushing face

⊱ when you somehow see his face and point it out, he'll say that it's just hot here and you should go to attic since there's a little bit colder

⊱ oh, what's that? You want to leave the bed in the morning? Too bad because he doesn't. You're staying in here for at least a day or untill someone reminds him that humans also need to eat

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[gyusimp]

Ok so no rush, you can answer this whenever you feel like it. I just had a saucy idea and had to share it with you before I forgot. I'd love to hear what you think (*/ω＼*)

So, what if canon Gyutaro was wrecking havoc on a village or something. Literally killing everyone in sight, and devouring people to his heart's content. But then he sees you. The cutest, most frightened human he's ever seen. And he just instantly feels some type of way. Ahem, horny asf. lmao.

And since he's an asshole who really doesn't give a shit. He plans on just taking advantage of you, not caring if you want it or not (which he assumes you won't since everyone is repulsed by him) and just killing you when he's done using your body. But to his surprise, when he approaches you, trying to have sex with you. You don't reject him because you are actually attracted to him.

How do you think he would react and feel in this situation? Would he continue with the act? And how do you think he'd feel afterwards?

"Oɴʟʏ ʏᴏᴜʀs" (Mʀs. Sʜᴀʙᴀɴᴀ's BD Gɪғᴛ)

NSFW content | Insults | Almost abuse (but not) | Blood mention | MINORS DNI!!

He couldn't leave your head, it had already been 2 weeks since you last saw him. The first time, you trembled with fear when you saw how the blood of that body ran from his fingers and from the corners of his mouth. His twisted silhouette made you feel a chill run down your spine. Her vertebrae could be counted as well as his ribs above his sickly thin waist and his sharp hip bones jutting out.

Even though he was unnaturally thin, his arms and legs were strong and muscled. The strange man was outside on the street, submerged in the few shadows of the Entertainment District while you watched him from your bedroom window. That was the first but not the last time you saw him.

A few other nights later you were able to observe that man wandering the streets without fear of anything attacking him because he was he whom everyone feared. But something strange began to happen to you, something that made you doubt your mental faculties. Are you sure everything is ok? Or at least with that you tried to convince yourself when seeing him your heart began to beat faster and you stood outside the balcony of your window so that at some point he would notice your presence.

But he did not. Or that was what you thought.

It was another normal night for him, some streets were on fire and others were almost destroyed due to the fight a while ago. The Demon Slayers in charge of ending the lives of the two siblings were now dead, they had failed their mission and evil had triumphed this time.

Gyutaro gobbled into his mouth the intestines of the people he wanted, he ate his fill after his sister told him that it was all for him while she went elsewhere to satisfy her instinct to hunt something alive.

The young demon was in the midst of the disaster and destruction, full of euphoria and focused on his food. Nothing could make him take his eyes off his victims until whimpers from a soft, feminine voice caught his attention. When he looked up, he noticed a figure rise from some rubble trying to walk to safety.

He knew you, he knew who you were, and do you know how long he waited for this moment? Do you know how long he held back from jumping onto your balcony to take you all to himself?

From the first moment he noticed you that night, you seemed to him the most beautiful and fragile human being he had ever seen. He wanted to dirty your beauty and break your fragility in every way, but whenever he was ready to kill you, the simple fact of thinking that he would no longer have anything interesting stopped him. But now fate had made you two meet, you served him this opportunity on a silver platter and he was not going to waste it for any reason. Gyutaro felt very active and awake, he was almost out of his mind so his body demanded something that wasn't eating, he already had a full stomach.

You saw him, you knew what he was so clumsy and uselessly you tried to get away from him in the opposite direction but he was a thousand times faster than you so when you tried to move for your life he was standing in front of you, with a merciless and sickly evil smile.

He took you by the neck with one hand applying a lot of force, you took his hand with yours to try to stop him from choking you but it was useless. He only had more fun watching you squirm like a little insect until after a few seconds he dropped you back to the ground. You coughed for air, your hair was a little messy as you looked down but knowing that you were about to die forced you to stare at the ground until you heard his voice, shaky but intimidating.

"Do you know how long I've been waiting for this? For you to finally be mine... don't worry, I'll be nice." He sneered, laughing shrilly.

You didn't even notice when your back hit the ground and he was on top of you. His yellow veined eyes rested on yours that threatened to cry. You really didn't want to die but if he was the one who was going to kill you you didn't feel so anguished for some reason.

It was your dark and guilty secret.

You squeezed your eyes shut, expecting a stab in the stomach or chest, maybe he'd rip off one of your limbs, but instead of feeling agonizing pain, you felt his long, wet tongue trace a path from your jaw to your collar bones. His saliva had mixed with the blood from his food so now an almost pink stain covered your skin.

He held both of your hands with one hand to keep you still in your place and began to attack you with rude kisses, hickeys and some bites, painting your soft skin as he wanted. Gyutaro imagined how repulsive and disgusting this would be for you and that prompted him to continue with your shoulders until he reached your breasts, he would not stop until he got what he wanted but when a small moan came from your mouth he almost froze.

Gyutaro looked at your face and he found a blush spreading from your cheeks to your ears, you weren't struggling with him at all and that sound sounded so fucking satisfying to you that it left him very confused.

Gyutaro didn't understand, you were so strange but that didn't stop him. If you liked it, that made Gyutaro feel that he was the owner of you, of your body.

He took the bottom of your kimono and pulled it up above your waist to spread your legs, get rid of your underwear and enter you after he dropped his pants. His touch was strong and unexpected, you wouldn't deny that it was a bit painful but you didn't disagree and he wasn't taking you against your will, Gyutaro thought it would be like that but he discovered that with each of his strong and abrupt thrusts you enjoyed this meeting more and more.

He didn't make sure that you were ready for him to come in, the truth is he doesn't give a shit, he could only move with the little humidity that you felt when he kissed you. Gyutaro was incredulous but blinded by the pleasure you gave him, he didn't take his eyes off your face, watching how each of your expressions changed with his movements. He was as loud as he wanted, his voice made you tremble and you felt like you were about to get to heaven in such a short time. Gyutaro hit your core with force and desire while he passed his tongue and his mouth all over your skin, he undressed your bust and began stamping his teeth on your tits causing red marks on your skin. This couldn't be better, Gyutaro went crazy when he felt how much you were squeezing and getting wet around him, the sensation that your pussy caused on his dick was fucking unique and incomparable. Honestly, Gyutaro wanted nothing more than just sex with you, he was thinking of killing you after using you but if it meant that he would never be able to feel this beautiful sensation again then he would think twice before making it.

Your hips moved almost by themselves looking for Gyutaro, your moans did not stop and you were in charge of telling him not to stop until an intense pang reached your body, you spread your legs more so that the Upper Moon 6 fucked you with everything he had and after a while you felt how you cum all over him. Gyutaro had never had this feeling before, not with anyone else so it ended up making him too aroused by the sight of you and your cunt in front of him, a strong pressure stuck in Gyutaro and a few minutes after you he also finished cumming inside you, filling your every fold leaving you wet and trembling.

After a few seconds he looked up to look at your face. He made fun of your pathetic red-painted face, your lustful gaze on him, and a bit of drool dripping from your mouth.

"You're pathetic! You're fucking pathetic!!" he scoffed.

Gyutaro left you in one movement causing you to have a strange but  arousing sensation between your legs. He took you by the face with one hand and squeezed your cheeks hard so that you would look at him.

"I have what I wanted, should I kill you?" he asked out loud, but to himself.

To be honest, you didn't care if he did. After all, you would die happy. Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt a strong burning sensation on your cheek after Gyutaro slapped you. You looked at him and after he adjusted his pants he stood up.

"I'm not gonna waste you...you're mine now, you little whore." He told you.

You looked at him from below and how he walked through the rubble moving away from you and leaving you alone. This was the first time but not the last time that you and Gyutaro would have a heated encounter like this.

Girl, I just want to wish you a happy and amazing birthday, I hope you enjoy your day a lot!!! 🥳 I wish I could give you more but this little writing is made with a lot of love so I hope you liked it ILY!! 💖

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Addicting Taste Chapter 8

Pairing: Enishi Yukishiro x reader oc

Genre: strangers to lovers, sunshine and sunshine protector, comedic relief, angst, slow burn, some fluff

Word count: 14k+

A/N: Welp, she's a long one but she's a good one. It could be taken as a filler but she's important to the story so I hope it's not too much of a nuisance to read. Also, give a big welcome to none other than the famed Sword Hunter, Cho Sawagejo. He was so bleak in the original story it took me so long just to rewrite his character. He's important to the story so take this as his introduction! Chapter 9 is coming too and she's wild. Enjoy lovelies, Paula.

Now Playing: beating heart - ellie goulding.

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"Miyu?"

No fucking way.

Is this some sick joke?

Of all people, he wasn't supposed to be here.

"Cho?"

Cho Sawagejo. Known as the Sword Hunter and one of the former Ten Swords, used to fight against the Meiji government. Additionally, he was an old friend of yours... sort of. The fact that history ran deep between you two was the understatement of the century.

Your hand froze on the golden doorknob, mouth hung open in shock to see him after all these years. Memories of him fired one after another in your head the more you looked at him, including those you tried really hard to forget. Your mouth moved on its own trying to make some sense of what you were seeing, but all that came out was whispers of his name. A name you wanted to forget for as long as you lived.

Snapping out of it you noticed he seemed to be in a bit of a situation, which was something normal for him, considering how you met each other.

4 years ago

Life was a constant fight for survival. You escaped the fighting rings in Edo but you did so at the cost of having to fend for yourself in the only way you knew: killing.

A rookie assassin, with barely enough training, murdering to stay alive. You barely got hired because your face said you didn't have experience like others did. But once they saw what you could do with two pistols and a heart that was hungry for mayhem they instantly hired you.

As much as you wanted to do something else with your life, you couldn't. You lived with the sole goal of finding your parents, even if it meant destroying your soul in the process.

There were times where your appetite got insatiable and you killed more than you needed to. It was where Barairo got her reputation from, Yokohama's crimson rose turning into a twisted bloodthirsty demon.

The only advantage of letting her out was that it made getting some of the jobs done easier. Though the stench of her blood soaked claws haunted you every night together with your usual nightmares.

You worked on yourself trying to limit her vengeful spirit so you could focus properly on missions. Little by little, she retracted back in her cage and all that was left was you. A woman so sure of herself that nothing could stop her.

Until you met him and all of that went to shit.

You got the job to kill a really well-known conman who got on the nerves of the wider business community in Osaka. He stole a lot of money from them and it was to no surprise most of them wanted his head on a pike. Multiple people got hired starting a hunt for him but there was a catch. Whoever got the job done first was rewarded with half of the stolen money. You had to move fast if you wanted to be first. Because you wanted it badly.

The plan was simple: get in his highly secured villa, put a bullet through his skull and be on your way. But things didn't work exactly like you wanted them to.

Come on now, did they ever? It's a Miyu Hikari tradition at this point.

You staked out the man's mansion for a full 24 hours under the scorching heat of the summer sun. Every time you wanted to go in and get the job done, a flurry of guards would round the grounds and you had to move spots constantly. Sweat trickled down your back in waves, clothes drenched to the brim from just sitting in the bushes. Summer was definitely not your favorite season, especially when you had jobs like this to do.

Finally, when the night let out you managed to advance. Infiltrating inside was a fluke, easily taking out the small number of guards on night duty. Checking for any more of them in all rooms at the bottom floor, you made your way to the top floor where his master bedroom was located. Getting a little distracted by completing the mission, bags of steaming dumplings occupying your mind more than the mission at hand, you failed to see the incoming competition.

You just rounded the top of the stairs when something clanged against the window behind you. You turned around in a heartbeat, guns held out ready to pull the triggers. Intuition told you to put multiple holes through whoever it was until you got a better look at him.

There he was, one leg in and two sharp katanas held between his teeth, trying to balance his way inside the mansion. You lowered your weapons as your curiosity piqued by the man before you. You retracted to a dark corner away from his line of sight, silently snickering at his struggle. The moment he finally got himself through the threshold and thudded to the floor making the loudest noise possible triggered a fit of giggles from you you couldn't keep inside anymore. If the guards were still alive and breathing they would have had his ass so fast.

Once he heard you, he got back to his feet and made quick movement to hold one of his katanas to your throat. You stopped laughing and put your hands up in fake surrender deciding to mock him a little.

"Who are you?"

"Someone on the same mission as you. You're kinda late to the party though."

Seeing as you weren't too much of a threat, he put down his sword. He cleared his throat to sound more sure of himself than he appeared to be and smoothed a hand over his hair that was sat in all directions, including his mouth. He looked harmless without his katana unsheathed. If this was your competition you surely held yourself a lot better in the short time you've been working the field.

"Thank you for the clean up, but I'll take it from here."

I just gave you the benefit of the doubt dude. Turns out I was wrong.

"I think the fuck not."

Pointing your pistols his way, you got ready to defend your territory. There was no way you would let this rando of all people steal your moment after you did most of the work.

He flashed you a smirk and in the blink of an eye vanished. Confused, you spun around to see the door to the master bedroom opened. It was way too dark but once your eyes focused on the shadow lurking above the man tucked in bed with his katanas ready to slice him open, you panicked. Thinking fast you aimed at the man the best you could in the pitch black, using the glimmer of light reflecting off the blade as guidance and took the shot. One of the blades intercepted your bullet just before it could hit the man, cutting it in half, leftover pieces of the bullet flying into the bed frame. You gasped in shock as he chuckled darkly.

"Nice try."

Beyond annoyed at him and determined to see this mission through, you put the guns back in their hold and got into a fighting stance.

"I was here first. I am not moving an inch before I kill him," you rasped.

He smirked and sheathed his sword, walking closer to you and mirroring your position.

"Fair enough. Let's see if you've got any real fight in you."

He went easy on you, thinking you couldn't fight him.

Terrible mistake.

The minute he came at you, you sent him flying to the other corner of the room, watching as his back hit a dresser tumbling down to the floor with him. He got up and lunged at you and you dodged all of his moves. When his punches got sloppy, it was your turn to swing at him, decorating his face with your fists. At one point your hits turned slower and he managed to lay down a few punches of his own. He caught you off guard and pushed you into the wall, hands digging hard into your arm as he pinned you to it. Amused at your struggle to break free, his head dipped down to your ear.

"Is that all you've got, princess?"

"Don't call me that ever again."

He pissed you off beyond coming back now. You growled and threw your head into his with all the force you had, throwing him off balance enough for him to release you and to drop down and swipe his legs from under him. As soon as he was flat on the ground you straddled him, pining his hands beside his head.

Trying to will some breath back into your lungs you looked at him and he looked at you for a while, taking in the damage you've both done to each other. One looked worse than the other, a broken nose gracing his face as payback for the cut lip he gave you.

His dark eyes had you in a trance. There was something about him that screamed danger but familiarity the more you looked at him. A weird feeling crawled up your spine and you couldn't help the sensation that something was really wrong. Snapping out of it, you straightened and got up from the floor, looking around at the mess you've caused. You wondered why the man wasn't awake and screaming for mercy or applauding the free fight show in his bedroom. You moved to the king sized bed in spite of the protests to continue the fight and examined the man tucked into bed. You pulled the duvet down from his face and the marks around his neck told you all you needed to know.

"Someone got the job done before us."

"What?"

He ran next to you following your pointed finger to the neck of the man who appeared to have been dead for a while. How did none of you notice this before?

"The guards were pretty much alive when I arrived. Whoever killed him must have been waiting for him here."

You pulled the curtains near the window so the light could filter in a little more. Truthful to your suspicion, there were no signs of forced entrance on the window sill or the door, so it had to be a job from the inside. Main conclusion was that you were left with a busted ego and you could kiss your precious dumplings goodbye for a while.

"Well, that's a bummer," he said, slumping against the wall. At least you weren't the only one disappointed.

"We should leave before more potential suitors want to decorate him and us as collateral damage."

You made a move for the door only to hear shouts and multiple pairs of boots rushing up the stairs.

We're in deep shit.

Closing the door, you tried to pull the wardrobe in front of it to block the men from entering. It was too heavy to push by yourself so he moved to help you. You successfully barricaded yourselves inside just as angry fists started banging on the door. You moved away from it and scanned the room for a way out. The big double window looked like the only viable option. You hesitated in even suggesting it as an escape route but he seemed to have other plans as you watched him run over to it and bust it open with a chair. Shards of glass flew everywhere on the floor and the banging on the door intensified. You rushed to the window where you were met with a five meter drop to a patch of grass smaller than your hopes and dreams at the moment.

Hell no, nuh-uh. I'm not playing the flying bird game.

He was out of his fucking mind if he thought that was a safe plan, but before you could say anything he just jumped out first with his katanas strapped to his back, swiftly landing on his feet. Your jaw dropped open.

Okay, so he is indeed out of his fucking mind.

He looked back at you, waiting for you to follow, but the way you gripped the curtains told him you weren't keen on jumping too. He couldn't leave you there when there was no telling how many men were behind that door that was now close to being torn open.

"Look, I know you don't know me, but I need you to trust me and jump the fuck out," he yelled at you, trying to get your attention away.

"You want me to trust you in willingly pivoting down to my death?"

"It sounds horrendous when you put it that way. I promise I will try to catch you."

Putting my life in the hands of a stranger who tried to kill me just a few moments ago? Not a chance. But I want to taste my favorite buns again, alive and breathing on this earth.

Getting on top of the windowsill, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, jumping out. Truthful to his promise, he caught you, falling down on the grass with you in his arms. He cushioned your fall and your head landed in the crook of his neck, his scent closing around you. He smelled like vanilla and lavender. The way he cushioned your fall made you think you were laying in a field of flowers but that might have just been the euphoria from the fall, pumping adrenaline through you.

You opened your eyes to be nose to nose with him, breaths meeting halfway. Through the messy blonde hair falling over his bandana, you noticed his eyes were actually a deep shade of brown as they bore into yours. You lifted your hand to brush his locks away halting when you heard more shouts and commotion behind you. Quickly, you got up and pulled him up too, bolting towards the gates. His hand intertwined with yours as you both ran until you reached town.

Finally stopping at the back of a shop you checked around for any sight of the men following, relieved to see none. You closed your eyes willing in a breath when you felt something weighing down your hand. You looked down and he followed your gaze to your hands that were still tightly locked together. He let go first, rubbing his neck nervously.

That's cute.

His touch ghosted on your finger tips and you cradled your hand close. You've never been this close to anyone before.

"That was eventful," he exhaled.

"Yeah. Thanks for catching me back there, uh..."

"It's Cho. And of course! Anytime, uh..."

"Miyu."

"Miyu," he said your name softly. "Well, Miyu, if you ever find yourself in a pickle or something like that again feel free to call on me."

He smiled genuinely at you this time, previous cocky smirk gone. It made you feel warm inside for some reason but you quickly shook that thought away.

"I'll make sure to call on you then."

A lot of time passed after your encounter. Summer turned to fall and winter. There were times where you laid awake at night and your mind drifted to him, contemplating his offer. He shouldn't be that hard to find if need be to have him help on a mission and it felt tempting to team up with someone else, especially since your fighting styles were so similar.

You finally met again a few times after you were both hired on other missions. You fought your way out of them together, often splitting the earnings. It turned out you made a really good team, your logical skills complementing his sword skills just right.

You started hanging out more and paired most of your missions together, getting to know more about each other. Soon enough, he turned into a part of your routine and you were inseparable, both on and off the field. You ate together, fought together and trained together.

He opened up about himself too. He told you why the Ten Swords fell to their demise with the new government and how he was left wandering for a while until he took up sketchy jobs like you. You told him a little about yourself and your mission to find your parents. He thought it was admirable to have a goal like that and eished he himself had one that righteous.

Over time, one thing led to another and you found yourself catching feelings for him. It was stupid really. He did the smallest things, like throwing you one of his crooked smiles full of mischief whilst stabbing someone who tried to attack you or getting you dumplings because he knew how much you liked them. You even started liking the annoying way in which he called you princess instead of your name, reatliating with a nickname of your own for him, blondie.

All these gestures were small, but you couldn't deny that they made you swoon. Your feelings only grew stronger the more you spent time with him and it took everything in you to work out the courage to confess to him.

But you never got to tell him how you felt.

And it was all his fault.

You spent years thinking of what you would say if you ever saw him again, only for all those words to erase themselves from your mind the minute you laid your eyes on him tonight.

He was tied to a chair in the middle of the room. A man sat in front of him most likely torturing him up to the moment you and Enishi entered. He was now turning around to you with a big knife in his hand, blood dripping from the blade onto the white carpet. You interrupted him and he didn't seem too happy about it because he quickly lunged at you. You wasted no time in kicking away the knife from his hand and knocking him out with a roundhouse kick.

"Fancy seeing you here, princess."

You sure didn't miss that nickname. As much as it grew on you back then, it made you beyond disgusted to hear it now.

"I wish I could say the same. Who did you piss off this time?"

"A lot of people as you can see," he spoke motioning to his body littered in cuts and bruises.

His white shirt, now a mix of dried blood and dirt, was torn in most places, just like his skin. Your eyes lingered over the cuts on his arms that appeared to be made with small knives. Your gaze stopped on the gash on his leg which was definitely the product of the knife you kicked away from the man's hand. It looked deep enough to drain a normal person.

But he wasn't a normal person.

"I hate to break up this reunion but we have more guests incoming," said Enishi rather alarmed. And he had every reason to be because you heard the rapid footsteps in the hallway most likely rushing to the room you were in. His hand latched on your arm in urgency to pull you towards the door but you froze.

"This feels oddly familiar," said Cho with a chuckle.

His face was so pale and devoid of colour that it scared you. He looked barely alive but he still carried that shit-eating grin on his face and it annoyed you to the world's end for some reason.

"Miyu, we have to go," pressed Enishi.

You looked at him then back to Cho. It wasn't in your nature to leave people behind, especially wounded people. Both of the men looked at you expectantly, one more desperate to get out of there than the other.

I can't leave him here. But I can't stay here either.

Your brain was already working at an inhumane speed trying to process everything. Once you made your mind up and opened your mouth to say something you got interrupted by the men pooling inside the room.

About ten of them circled you, lining up around the walls to push you towards the center of the room. You surrounded Cho defensively. He was tied to a chair and in no way fit to fight even a fucking fly. As much as you hated his guts you needed to protect him.

You pulled out your guns and scanned the men to see only half of them were armed. You looked at Enishi and he nodded at you telling you to open fire.

You shot at the armed men while Enishi launched at the others. You threw a table down and took cover behind it, shooting at them. You took out most of them before you ran out of bullets.

Oh, for fucks sake, I really need to carry refills with me.

You got out from behind your hiding spot and stretched your arms, preparing your fists.

Your first opponent was a fairly big guy that cornered you at a wall. He came at you with the intention to put you through the wall, but you were quicker and grabbed his hands, sliding between his legs to drag him after you. You kicked the back of his head and he fell forward, his own head going through the wall instead.

Another one spotted you and you broke into a sprint, using the wall to push yourself up and swing your leg in his face. He fell on his back getting the air kicked out of his lungs. It was one fo the aerial tricks Enishi taught you recently and it came in handy.

Enishi left a trail behind him. Most of the men on the floor were just slightly knocked out. He finished knocking the last two head to head and let them fall to the floor with a thud.

Seeing that he was safe, you turned and ran to Cho, untying him as fast as you could. The rope around his wrists was tied so tight it made them bleed. You stopped in your tracks slowly tracing your fingers over them. What the hell did they do to you? You bit your lip trying to keep yourself together. This was not the time to be soft.

"You don't have to take me with you," he grunted as you got his hands free. "I'll only slow you down."

You went and crouched in front of him looking him straight in the eye. The you back then told you to leave him here to suffer like he did to you. To let him get out of his own mess by his own two feet if he still held himself so prideful. But present you was not the like her.

He didn't deserve your help at all. But you knew the guilt coming with leaving him here would eat you up later. And you didn't need that right now.

Without saying a word, you got one of his arms and draped it around your shoulders to get him up. He groaned in pain when he put weight on his injured leg and you wrapped your arm around his waist to balance him better.

Did he get ripped or something? I swear he wasn't this heavy before.

Enishi looked at you nothing short of confused. His face told you he had a lot of questions. But yours looked conflicted to the point he was sure a hurricane was already brewing in your mind. He knew now was not the time for asking questions, considering there were five mafias willing to shish kebab the three of you without as much of a reason besides the fact that you breathed inside their territory. Getting out of this place as soon as possible was the priority.

He rushed to the other side of Cho and lifted his arm, helping you carry him. You looked at him and he locked eyes with you, reassuring you he had your back. Even if he had no idea what the fuck was going on. You sent him a grateful look and he nodded, a small smile of acknowledgment on his lips.

The three of you managed to slip out the back of the villa and you quickly got into the carriage, avoiding being seen by anyone. The ride back to the mansion turned from relief to utterly painful. For both you and the blonde bleeding out next to you. You kept patting his cheeks to keep him awake every time his head fell on your shoulder. Once you were sure he was conscious enough, you turned your head to the window getting lost in thought.

Cho being back resurfaced so many feelings and memories you tried so hard to drown out over the years and you could do nothing to stop the flood.

Screw me for wanting to help all the time. It only comes back to bite me in the ass anyways.

Another thing weighing hard on your heart was that you didn't find your mother tonight. Or any leads on where your parents could be. Oh, and apparently the man you interrogated, the one who was the only one who knew something about the whereabouts of your parents escaped, since most of the men on duty were mobilised for the ball in case shit went sideways. Conclusion, it was by far the shittiest you've ever felt.

The carriage stopped in front of the mansion and Enishi got down first holding his hand to you to help you down. But you were too worried about the other man bleeding on the beige carriage seats and got down by yourself, dragging him down after you.

Enishi was left behind as you hastily went inside. A weird combo of regret and sadness were spinning around his heart at everything that happened tonight. He knew you probably felt defeated about what went down and blamed yourself for the outcome. He needed to talk to you asap about everything. For now, he was going to give you the space you needed for a while to tend to your guest.

With a storm raging in your mind and a bleeding man supported solely by your shoulders, you trudged the hallways to an empty guest room. You found one two doors down from your room, in case he needed further assistance.

You pushed the doors open with a huff and helped him sit downon the bed, rushing to look for medical supplies. You scoured every drawer both in the room and the bathroom throwing everything on the floor in the process. You were growing anxious and angry at the fact that you didn't find anything you needed. Taking a deep breath to calm yourself you tried looking again through the mess on the floor and found what you needed. Chucking everything back to its place with shaky hands, you went back to him to start taking care of his wounds. You felt his stare at you as you started working on the cut on his cheek.

"It's good seeing you after all these years."

You say that as if we're the best of friends who went our own ways and just met up to talk over tea and biscuits.

You ignored his attempt at making conversation and helped him shimmy his way out of his shredded shirt as he grunted at the movement. He was held captive for a while, judging by the darkened bruises around his ribs.

"You look different," he continued, trying to get you to talk to him.

You tensed as you moved to patch up the bigger cuts on his arm.

What does different even mean in his vocabulary?

You didn't change that much. If anything you got better at detecting bullshit when you saw it. Looks wise you just looked better in the mirror and didn't have a bird's nest on your head anymore.

On the other hand, he looked absolutely the same as the last time you saw him, with a slight upgrade to his wardrobe choices, plus a few muscles here and there. His hair was a darker shade of blonde now, unfitting for the nickname you used to call him by.

"Is that a good or a bad thing?" you asked absentmindedly, trying to humour him for the sake of conversation and to take the edge of a little.

He dipped his head down to the side you were patching his arm and took a proper look at you.

You were different since the last time he saw you.

Your hair was longer, curling around your shoulders ever so slightly. You held yourself a lot more confidently than he knew you to be. But the thing that changed the most about you was your eyes. He used to be able to tell what was going through your head by just one look. Now, they were rougher and didn't let him in like they used to. It wasn't that you were hiding. You just closed yourself off entirely, at least to him.

"That wild spark in your eyes is gone. That's what I liked the most about you."

You narrowed your eyes at him and it took everything in your power not to snap at him. Tell him everything that's been weighing on your heart. Shoot words at him hoping he would understand the pain he put you through. But you had to keep it together so you settled for some sarcasm as you tied one of the bandages a bit tight on his arm.

"So what? I'm not to your standards now?"

The big gash on his leg was the last thing left unbandaged and you moved to it to get it done and be out of the door. But god forbid something could go the way you wanted today because he leaned forward to catch your hand.

The sharp inhale of air you took was to ground you from exploding. You noticed his touch was still the same one that used to make you shiver with butterflies.

Cho was a touchy person and it only added to your feelings back then. It made your insides twist remembering the effect it had on you.

"That's not what I meant."

You tried to avoid his eyes but you couldn't do it, letting them find his. You were surprised to see them filled with nothing but sincerity.

"Look, I'm sorry."

Oh, hell no. I am not doing this right now.

"There's nothing to be sorry about," you yanked your hand away from his grip. He wanted to say something else but you didn't give him the chance as you packed the medical supplies and put them away. You put some clothes borrowed from Enishi on the bed and bid your goodbye.

"Get some sleep. I'll see you in the morning."

You made your way out of the room hoping to get to yours faster. The dress suddenly felt too tight on you and you needed to get out of it before it constricted your air flow. You had a hunger for chaos boiling inside of you and you didn't know how much longer you could keep it inside.

Before you made it to your room you bumped into Enishi. He seemed to be looking for you since you just left him hanging outside. You didn't want to worry him and thought of something to say to cut the incoming interrogation short.

"Can we talk-"

"Look, Enishi. I need to get out of this dress and get some sleep, but I will tell you everything you need to know in the morning. Deal?"

You let the words out in a rush and he looked dazed for a moment as he processed them. He tilted his head and let his eyes linger on your face. You looked way more exhausted than you were when you left for the ball. He could also tell something was eating at you by the way you were frowning. He decided he could wait until tomorrow.

"Okay."

He put a hand on your shoulder rubbing it in comfort and you couldn't help but lean into his touch. It felt so soothing that it made the burning fire in your heart dim a little.

"But we're gonna talk tomorrow," he added. You nodded and placed your hand on his squeezing it in reassurance, before walking off to your room.

You felt bad leaving him like that againbut you weren't in the right mindset to sit and talk about your past right now. Maybe after some sleep and thinking you would be.

Sleeping was a torture. You couldn't fall asleep at all, tossing and turning until the sheets bunched up under you. Your pillows got warm fast the more you switched sides and it pissed you off. The universe was against you catching one wink of sleep.

Getting annoyed, you sat up and threw the duvet away letting it fall on the floor. You laced your fingers through your scalp trying to massage the storm of thoughts away, but it only got more unbearable.

Your head was getting so loud swirling with countless questions. You drowned yourself in regrets and what ifs.

The regrets revolved around the reasons why you saved Cho. You hoped it would leave your conscience clean but it only made it worse. He was two doors away from you and you weren't sure if it was a case of being that close to him that had you on edge of your feelings coming back. You also regretted the mission a lot and well, pushing Enishi away like that when he clearly wanted to help you.

The what ifs surrounded the feelings you had for Cho that were definitely awakening in your heart again. It felt like they never left, as if they just laid dormant until they felt him near to wake up. It was like a grenade was placed in your hand without a safety pin. And you couldn't do anything to stop it from blowing up the more you thought about him and that night that changed everything.

3 years ago

One of your clients sent you on a hunt for a powerful businessman. He was in possession of a samurai tachi sword belonging to the great Fukushima Masanori, who fought in the Battle of Shizugatake almost 300 years ago. Legend says it was the sword that drew the first blood in the battle. It was worth millions on the arms trade market. To have it hung up somewhere and just admire it whenever you wanted was truly a rich person activity.

Your client wanted you and Cho to work together and steal it. Most people who hired you knew you worked better together and often came as a package deal, but none of them asked you to do so until now. Frankly, he was a client of Cho's and he reassured you that he worked with him before and that there was nothing to be worried about.

You've been staking out the businessman's building for a while now, watching out for any sign of movement. A bonus clause of the deal was to take him out too, since your client had some hatchet to bury with him he wouldn't tell you about. You were getting hungry and tired while Cho stepped out. You didn't expect him to come back with dumplings.

"I got you these. It was the only thing I could find around here."

"You didn't have to."

You munched away on your buns, peering at his back from time to time. He leaned over the railing busy scanning the streets.

It's been a year since you've met on that mission. You loved spending time with him and he seemed to enjoy your company just as much.

You've been paying more attention to his actions and words towards you and you could tell that he had feelings for you too. From the way you caught him looking at you when he thought you wouldn't notice. Or the fact that he would spend money on dumplings for you every time you sighed when you saw them, knowing you were saving yours up for other things. Those things were expensive as hell nowadays, but he still chose to treat you to them on occasion.

Your feelings for him grew stronger day by day and you had to tell him how you felt before you combusted spontaneously.

"Cho?"

"Yeah?"

"I want to tell you something."

He hummed as a sign for you to continue, busy scanning the area. Your heartbeat quickened, drowning out the rest of the world around you, the only thing on your mind being those five words. You thought of many different ways to tell him and all kinds of words passed through your mind, some cringier than others. The normal "I like you" should be enough considering none of you were big on declaring things. You did try to confess a fee times before but it always got blocked by something.

Deciding against beating around the bush while you still had time on your hands, you took a deep breath and just went for it.

"I think I like-"

"They're on the move," Cho cut you off.

You sighed in defeat. There went my chance.

Cho got up and you followed, throwing away the empty bag of dumplings with your almost confession in it. Turns out it had to wait until you were done with the mission.

The man you were after arrived in front of the building with a few of his men and went inside. You looked for a way in and noticed a window on the side of the first floor but it was too high. Cho put his hands together motioning you over. He used them to propel you upwards and after a few failed tries you successfully reached it. You found it slightly creaked open and climbed in through it, with him following suit.

You helped him in and landed down inside, taking a look around. The place was full of crates stacked on each other nearly reaching the roof. One of them was opened near you and you cautiously walked over to take a look. It was filled with guns. But not just any guns. They weren't branded and most of them looked like imports from abroad, which meant that they came off the black market. Only one group had access to this much ammunition: the mafia.

This wasn't your first rodeo with a mafia but you knew you had to be extra careful. Snooping around some more you found a big crate made from dark wood. It looked out of place compared to the others. You motioned Cho to it and you tried prying it open as silently as you could, to not attract any unwanted attention. Digging inside among strips of paper your hand landed on what felt like the handle of a briefcase. You pulled it out and looked at Cho. Opening it you found jsut the katana you were looking for, dark sheath decorated in golden chrysanthemums, a symbol of royal value bestowed upon the most trusted samurai. Unsheathing it, you ran your hand along the worn out hilt in awe at the fact that you were holding a relic of ancient Japanese history. Illegally but then again what you were doing wasn't legal either.

One of the guards walked in and spotted you, not thinking twice before opening fire on you. You took cover behind the crate and threw the briefcase over to Cho, getting your guns out to fire back. More men came to see what caused the ruckus and started shooting as well once they saw you taking some of them down.

You shot your pistols until the trigger clicked empty. Slumping back against the crates you needed to think of a way out that didn't involve getting bullet holes punched through you and you had to do it quickly.

You turned to your right and noticed Cho was no longer next to you. You looked around and saw him by the window you came in through, one leg away from freedom with the briefcase in his hand. The window was hidden from sight which made it the perfect escape.

He waved his hand and you thought he was waving you over. You waved your hand at him too telling him there was no way you could reach him while they were still firing at you. He smirked down at you and you tilted your head at him in confusion.

What the hell was he doing?

That's when it clicked. The way he was holding the briefcase. The shushed talks with the client behind your back. That stupid smirk.

You've got to be shitting me.

He used you. While you shot away at the men he used that as cover to get away. He used you to get this far because you knew how to plan things so the game would play out in your favour. There was no telling if he didn't use your feelings as leverage as well. And all this time you hoped he felt the same.

He trained you. He ate with you. He slept next to you. You worked together for almost a year. He pretended to care about you only to toss you to the side. It was all a fucking lie.

Son of a bitch.

With one last look at you he jumped out, leaving you at the mercy of fate. There was not a single glint of regret in those eyes you learned to love so dearly as they disappeared behind the wall. He took you for a fool and you were so blind to see it.

Every mission you did together flashed in front of your eyes. Every moment you spent together. Everything you told each other. Only for him to throw it all away for a chunk of money.

You didn't know what hurt more. Your heart for being stupid enough to try to love. Or your soul, for believing in the good in people.

One thing was certain. You let Barairo out that night, after years of struggling to keep her away, leaving the building covered in blood and with a broken heart. All because you loved him.

Only god knows how you made it out of there. But you completed the bonus gruesome part of the mission, killing the businessman and all his guards with your bare hands. Using her.

It took you years to get her back in, away from people. You fought her to the bone, until you managed to lock her away for good. But the damage was already done. You swore not to let yourself get played like that ever again.

He abandoned you there. You told him how much it hurt when your parents disappeared and he knew how much it scarred you. And he still did it in the most fucked up way he could think of.

Your memories were of a person that sold his soul to whoever paid more for his interests and you wanted nothing to do with him. You swore to put a bullet through his head the next time you met.

But you couldn't help the hurt that came with your reunion tonight. Seeing him again only reignited that pain in you. The same smirk he parted away from you with plastered on his lips in the exact same way tonight.

Why can't I just forget he exists? Why is he still in my head like he never left?

It hurt like hell and no matter how much you tried to erase him your heart wouldn't let you. She would keep reminding you of him everywhere you went.

It was also why you were afraid of what you felt for Enishi. He was different than Cho. Gentler, kinder and understanding. But it scared you that your feelings were in so deep now to be able to get back from it. And you had no security that history wouldn't repeat itself once you let yourself fall for him.

It was times like these you wished your mom was here, able to give you some advice. To guide you towards what was right and kill some of the pain away. You hoped desperately to find her at the ball tonight. Either the man gave you a false lead or they were alerted you were coming and she was moved elsewhere. You didn't know. And that only made everything else worse.

How much longer do I need to search to find her? To find dad? Are any of them even alive anymore? Is there even a point to keep looking for them?

Your thoughts were eating you up again and you needed a distraction before it got too much. Grabbing your pistols from the nightstand and a few cartridges you walked the hallways in a haste to reach the outside garden. The cold stung on your exposed arms but you paid it no mind as you strung up a few targets and started shooting at them.

Normally, shooting for practice relaxed you and gave you the clarity you needed to think things through. But shooting to relax turned into shooting your anger and hurt away pretty quickly. At one point you stopped shooting at the targets and just shot through the blur of your tears, aim faltering away from the targets. You aimed at the trees, the ground, the air. Anything just to feel your pistols empty hoping that your feelings were etched into every bullet so you could stop feeling them.

Enishi was in his office when he heard the shots. He tensed at first ready to get into butchering mode until he recognised the familiar click of your pistols. He rushed to your room thinking something happened only to find you gone, sheets on a disarray on the floor. He followed the sound only to find you in the garden, angrily shooting at something in the dark. He walked closer and sighed when he saw the tears streaming down your face. You seemed devoid of the world around you as you shot away and that scared him a little.

One of your pistols was left without bullets and you angrily threw it away, pulling the other one out from its hold. He had to stop you before you hurt yourself or someone else. Getting a little closer he called your name multiple times. But all you could focus on was the click of your gun and the sound of the bullets ricocheting off the trees.

“Miyu, you need to stop," he said, cautiously taking another step towards you.

“No," you shook your head.

He couldn't take this from you. It was the last thing you had that you knew how to do. The last thing keeping you sane right now. If he took it away you would lose the last glimmer of self control you had.

“Give me the gun," he tried again, voice a little softer this time.

“Leave. me. alone," you growled.

You wanted him to leave you be. To just go back inside and forget he ever saw you like this. Because you knew if he pressed on you would let go of all rational thought and say something you didn't mean. Something that you would regret. But he stood his ground, taking a few more cautious steps towards you.

“I’m not leaving you.”

That was enough to trigger your pent up anger. Everyone in your life left. Your parents, the people you loved, even Cho. What if Enishi would wake up one day and choose to leave too? You convinced yourself he didn't mean it. That he was just saying it now without any security that he would feel the same tomorrow.

“Enishi, please just go!" you yelled as you turned around to him, the last of your munition emptying away in the murky ground. You took a shaky breath as you kept pressing the trigger, turning the gun around and hitting it with your palm trying to make it work, but the empty click of the gun was still the only sound that greeted you.

“Fuck."

You didn’t realize you were sobbing until your sight got too blurry with tears and you started wiping furiously at your face. Enishi went forward and closed the distance to you, warily wrapping his hand around yours that was holding the gun. Loosening the grip of your fingers, he gently took the gun out of your hands and dropped it next to the other one on the ground.

Your eyes met his and you couldn’t hold the pain in anymore. A wail of a sob crawled its way out of your throat, letting out the last fractures of your anger. You crumpled down on the ground, nails digging into the grass around you to hold yourself together a little more. Enishi knelt down to you and wrapped his arms around you. You tried fighting him off, pushing him away as much as you could but his hold was too strong. You punched his chest, desperately trying to get away from him, but he just wouldn't budge. You didn't want to hurt him too, because if you did, you would never forgive yourself.

Your punches got slower the more you sobbed until you settled for gripping his shirt tightly in your hand. He only tightened his arms even more around you, pressing you against his chest.

He hated seeing you like this. It was breaking him inside to know the pain you were feeling all too well because it was the same kind of pain he dealt with alone for years. But none of you were alone anymore. You had each other now and he needed you to know that.

“It’s okay," he whispered.

“Enishi,” you sobbed his name. That was the only thing that kept you from spiralling down in that corner of your mind. The one where she waited with her teeth bared for you to let the door wide open. He was your anchor right now and the only one standing between the two of you becoming one again. The minute he let go of you, you would land the key in the lock of her cell and let her out, letting her consume you. You knew if that happened right now there would be no way back from it this time.

“Please don’t leave me."

“I’m not leaving you.” He grabbed the sides of your face and made you look at him. “I am not leaving you, Miyu.”

He would say it as many times as it took for you to understand that he wasn't going to move an inch away from you unless you told him to. He wasn't going to let you lose yourself, not when he could help it.

You just sobbed harder upon hearing his words and he scooped you up from the cold ground, taking you back inside to the warmth of your room. He helped you get in bed before he himself got in next to you. You moved back into his arms and he cradled you close.

You sat like that for a while, letting it all out while he held you to him, whispering an occasional 'I'm here' or 'You're okay' to let you know he wasn't going anywhere.

"Miyu, I know now's not the time, but you need to talk to me. I want to help you but I don't know how until you tell me what's wrong."

He knew you weren't okay and suspected that it would come to this sooner or later. The sooner you told him what was wrong the closer he would get to knowing how to help you. He would wait for you as long as you needed but it had to be soon. Before you would slip away in the one place he didn't wish upon anyone.

His hands moved to rub your back and you took in a shaky breath preparing for the unavoidable. You lifted your head up from his chest and wiped some of your tears away. You kept him in the dark enough.

You told him everything. From what happened to your parents, detail by detail, to how you dreamt of it almost every night in vivid pictures as if it was happening again. From your life before you met Cho and your life after he left you, leaving out a few things that could ultimately get him kicked out of the guest room in his sleep, including the whole thing about the feelings involved.

You finally laid all the pieces of your broken soul on the table and watched nervously as he looked at each one with a mix of emotions you knew all too well. His jaw twitched with anger learning about the things you had to go through. His eyes reflected the same sadness you felt for years on end. His hands held yours the whole time and he felt the hurt washing over you like it was his own. But not once did his eyes show pity and that told you that you laid your heart out in good hands.

He seemed deep in thought after everything you told him and well, who wouldn't be. You expected him to be appalled at most of the things you told him and push you away. But he didn't. He welcomed the entirety of your past with open arms and it made the walls you've built up so high quiver.

There was still one thing you needed reassurance about and you gathered up all your courage to ask it.

"Can you promise me something?"

"Of course." He brushed a few stray hairs from your face to get a better look at you, frowning at your red and puffy eyes. "What is it?"

You swapped the hold of his hands so your smaller ones covered his, holding them tightly in your lap. They weren't as cold as they used to be when you met him, a whole lot warmer now than yours were. You looked down at them with an unfamiliar yearning. It felt like you held the whole world in your hands and it terrified you. You found solace in this world and you wanted to protect it like it protected you. No matter what it would take to keep it safe. To keep him safe.

"Whatever happens, be it in a mission or whatever situation, promise me we will stay together. We go in together and we get out of it together."

"I promise," he said without hesitating. He lifted a hand to your cheek cupping it softly. "I told you I would keep you safe as long as you're with me. I tend to keep my word, you know."

You leaned into his touch, closing your eyes as you felt another wave of tears coming. But this time, they weren't tears of pain or sorrow. They were tears of appreciation. He was so attentive and understanding while listening to everything you had to say that it overwhelmed you, in a good way.

"I know," you said sniffling away another sob. You played with his fingers counting the calluses on them to distract yourself. The fear that he would turn against you some day was still there and there was nothing you could do to quiet it down. But his words lowered it a bit.

"I really need to stop being a crybaby. You're probably tired of it."

"I could never get tired of you. Come here," he said opening his arms for you with the most genuine smile on his face.

You fell into them and pressed your head to his chest while he carded a hand through your hair to calm you down. His other hand rested on your back, lightly drawing patterns on it. He rocked you back and forth for a little while, until he felt you relax against him. Peeking an eye down at you, he saw you fast asleep. Your hand was fisting his shirt so tight as if the world will fall to pieces if you let go. It reminded him of that night after he took you to watch the sunset on the hill overlooking the village. He found you plopped on your bed, so tired that you didn't even change out of your clothes. You had the same adorable pout on your face now and it made him melt.

He held you for a while to make sure you were deep in sleep before deciding to let you rest. You looked like you really needed it after the day you had. Getting up as quiet as he could, he laid you down in bed, placing your head on your pillow gently. He covered you with the duvet and tried to move away, but your hand kept him in place, fist tightening around the fabric of his shirt to pull him closer. He placed his hand on your fist, untangling it from his shirt to lace his fingers with yours instead. You turned to his side and cuddled around his hand pulling it closer to you. He knelt down beside your bed and just looked at you as he brushed your hair away from your face.

I'm not going to let anything happen to you. You're not alone anymore, my light.

It must have been the early hours of the morning when Enishi left. You've been sound asleep for a few hours and he decided to go work on some things since he wasn't going to catch any sleep for himself.

Reaching his office he was met with the door creaked open. He narrowed his eyes on it thinking back to when he left for your room. He definitely shut it closed.

Someone who wasn't supposed to be inside was messing around judging by the clutter of swords to the ground. He pushed the door open only to see his unwanted guest playing around at the sword wall. His presence went unknown to the man who had his back at him as he just stood there watching him for a while until he got annoyed.

"I would appreciate it if you stopped snooping around."

The blonde man turned around surprised that he had company, dropping the sword he was holding on the ground. It clanged loudly on the floor and Enishi moved to the door to close it, releasing an exasperated sigh.

If he wakes her up I am turning him into paper tinsel.

"So the master of the house does speak."

"What are you doing here, Sword Hunter?"

"You know who I am?"

I just said your nickname, dumbass. He really does lack intelligence doesn't he?

You didn't tell him too much about Cho. But the more he looked at him he started remembering who he was. He's heard about him before but never got a chance to see him until now. Once you told him more he pieced the puzzle together rather quickly.

Cho ignored him and continued messing around until he picked up a sword he seemed rsther interested in. He unsheathed it, testing its balance in his hand.

"A wo-dao Chinese sword. I've never seen one before."

He swung it around and held it closer to his line of sight tracing his eyes along the silver blade.

"This is a great sword."

"It could hurt you. The balance is different than Japanese swords."

Enishi's patience was running thin. The last thing he wanted to confront at the ass crack of dawn was a sword freak. He debated knocking him out and dragging him back to bed but you probably wouldn't be too happy if you knew that happened.

"You seem sure of yourself."

And you're acting like a fucking idiot.

Cho racked through the stash and threw a different sword at Enishi, suggesting testing the blades in a duel. Enishi just stared him down taking in all the bandages that littered his body. He wouldn't mind adding some more on there. But you worked too hard patching him up to do that.

"I'm not gonna fight you," he retaliated, placing the sword on his desk.

I don't want her to wake up to that. She has enough on her plate already.

"Are you you scared you'll lose?" huffed Cho.

"I could kill you right now if I wanted to." He unsheathed the sword and chuckled darkly. The look in his eyes turned murderous and it was enough to make Cho's jaw tick. He was looking for a fight and Enishi struggled keeping himself away from giving him one. With a deep sigh he put it back in its hold and went to place it back to its place neatly.

"I'm only letting you stay because she wants you here for some fucked up reason. One wrong move and you're out of here in seconds."

"Oh, but that's where you're wrong."

He put the sword he was holding on the table and looked Enishi dead in the eye.

"I'll stay as long as she wants me here," he said placing a hand on Enishi's shoulder tauntingly. "Not even you can convince her to let me go."

Morning couldn't come fast enough. You heard Enishi leave sometime in the early hours of the morning but you were too tired to register it and quickly fell back asleep. Before he left, you felt a feather like touch of what could only be his lips connecting to your temple and smiled in your sleep, hoping he noticed it.

Trudging to the bathroom you looked in the mirror and nearly screeched. Your eyes were the size of rice balls, the ginormous kind that Wu would stuff in his mouth for dinner, but with a slight touch of pink and bloodshot.

You didn't want to deal with the aftermath of yesterday at all. But you promised Enishi you would talk more things out, especially about the blondie residing in his guest room without a good explanation on why he was here other than the fact that he was hurt.

You hung your head low in shame gripping the edges of the sink. You brought a total stranger in the house that wasn't yours, got him comfortable and did not even have the courtesy of telling Enishi who the fuck he was or why he should even stay after everything.

I might be going off the rails sooner than I predicted.

Enishi had every right to be mad at you for every shitty choice you made in the last 24 hours. From going over his word multiple times and not staying in the house like he told you. For talking rudely to him at the ball for no particular reason other than what was probably jealousy. For bringing a total stranger into his house. To keeping him awake for most of the night with your own problems.

But he wasn't. On the contrary, he comforted you even after you put him through all of that. He took care of you again even after all you did was push him away. And fuck if you knew why he still did it.

I'm surprised he hasn't kicked me out yet.

But one thing did bug you. He did all that and you still weren't clear of what his intentions were or whether he felt the same for you because he hasn't said anything to seal the deal yet.

Did he even want to seal the deal? Or was it all a play again?

You did not want a rerun of what happened with Cho. You weren't sure of what exactly you felt for the blonde man but you knew it wasn't anything good. Besides, if you went through that again, especially with Enishi, it would crush you for good. You wondered when he would come clean and open up to you, hoping it would be sooner than later.

Until then, you had a breakfast to attend that had the potential to turn really messy. Both males were highly unpredictable and liked to act on impulse. If you managed to get through it without anyone getting their head ripped off their body it would be a miracle.

Lord give me strength to face the males you put on this earth.

Breakfast was going well so far, you would say. All three of you ate quietly, sparring looks at each other sheepishly. You all waited for someone to speak first and cut the tension wafting in the air.

You surely didn't want to be first as you didn't even know where to start. Start explaining some more things to Enishi and apologize for everything? Put a plate in Cho's hand and kick him out yourself? Complimenting the chef on the food? Wait this is leftovers I prepared yesterday.

You looked at Cho who was picking at the food in his plate like an ungrateful child. What could he even say? Introduce himself in a really Cho manner, jazz fingers and all, spew some lies about who he actually is and making himself more unwanted than he was at the moment? Highly likely. He didn't owe Enishi anything other than to return the clothes he borrowed.

Looking to Enishi, you didn't know what to expect. He would most likely start awkward conversation with "So what do you do?" and then expect you to elaborate whilst trying to keep Cho's mouth shut in case he decided to talk about things Enishi was better off not knowing. Or unsheathe one of his swords and turn this into a fight, considering the daggers he was throwing at him.

The possibilities were endless.

To your disappointment, Enishi did speak first and you braced for the joy that was about to become the breakfast table.

“So, how do you two know each other?”

Okay, an easy question that didn't need a complicated answer.

“We used to work together,” you said peeling a boiled egg for yourself trying to keep your composure.

Cho tapped your leg under the table asking you to peel one for him using the injured person card. He was holding the fork just fine so you just threw an eggshell at him.

“We did more than work,” said Cho, earning himself a kick under the table from you.

You narrowed your eyes at him silently telling him to watch it. He only smirked in return, enjoying that he could annoy you this much.

“It was just work,” you gritted, turning to look at Enishi. “We took out a few people in uh... team missions.”

“Oh, and how much fun we had doing it together,” chirped Cho, leaning his head on his palm.

And I thought I was off the rails. I forgot that he literally exists.

“You should’ve seen her back then. She was so ruthless and unforgiving."

Why was he suddenly acting like the president of the Miyu Hikari fanclub?

If the you from back then was sitting here now she would probably blush and feel giddy at the remark.

But your face fell at the mention of the person you used to be back then. She haunts you at night and you wished you could just forget everything about her.

Enishi saw the way you uncomfortably shifted in your seat and picked at the shell of your egg with a frown. Squinting dangerously at the blonde who seemed to be enjoying himself a little too much, he interfered.

“Actually, she appears to be doing pretty well now, I would say.” Your eyes snapped up to him, a small smile of acknowledgment on his lips directed at you. “She’s so much stronger now.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. Now that he knew about your past and how much it took to get to where you are now, he seemed to have a different level of admiration for you. He was still so trusting in your abilities and it was beyond your understanding how he could just sit there believing you could lift planet Earth if you wanted to. And he would totally support you.

But of course, Cho had to ruin the moment.

“If that’s true, then she should be able to actually take me down in a fight now without using tricks,” he cocked an eyebrow at you.

It was a little bet you always had going when you trained with him. Whoever pinned the other to the ground first would get bragging benefits for the day. Loser would also have to chip in with whatever the winner wanted. You smiled a little remembering all the times you won over him and he had to buy you a ginormous amount of sweets. You did use a few tricks to get him off guard like winking at him or blowing him a kiss and he fell for it every single time. He liked the attention and that was one of his biggest weaknesses.

The good times blurred the bad ones for a little moment of bittersweet melancholy. Maybe it wasn't all that bad that he was back.

“I’m not fighting you when you’re wrapped in bandages like a mummy,” you said, munching on a piece of bread.

“Then when I’m better!”

“You’re not staying here,” cut in Enishi.

Did he mean here as in the mansion or here as in near you? From the way he gripped his mug it could be both.

“But he’s injured,” you turned to him as did Cho, with a more dramatic expression akin to distorted puppy eyes. "Stop making that face. It's creeping me out."

Enishi got up and took your wrist pulling you to the side to discuss privately about your guest. He had a bad feeling about him ever since he caught him snooping around his office last night. His mere existence pissed him off and it was slowly becoming a problem.

“I don’t want him here more than he should be staying here.”

“And he won’t be here longer than it takes to heal his wounds,” you prodded. “Let him stay for at least a week.”

A week would give you time to sort some stuff out with both of them and send Cho away with a clean conscience that he was healed and hopefully in one piece.

“A week?! Two days max."

“Five days!”

“Three days.”

“Four,” you begged, hands held together in a prayer. “You won’t even know he’s here.”

His tongue poked his cheek as he thought your proposal over. He didn't have anything to lose but the guy made him really suspicious. The way he looked and talked to you infuriated him beyond normal. He didn't understand why you were so keen on him staying here. But he would yield in, for now.

“Okay,” he sighed defeatedly. "But one wrong move or word and he's gone."

“Thank you, Enishi!"

You got a bit too excited and without a second thought you leaned up and kissed his cheek. Your brain short-circuited when you processed your lips touching his soft cheek. Both of you got surprised by your gesture, eyes widened in shock as you pulled away. The slightest tint of a blush was painted on your cheeks.

“I’ll uh… go do the dishes.”

What the hell was I thinking?!

You started backing away shyly before your heart could implode. Rushing your steps you nearly knocked down a chair as you hastily ran inside.

“Do you need help-“

“IM GOOD!”

He touched his cheek feeling the spot where your lips were pressed in a peck just a few moments ago and shook his head at you with a smile. You were truly something else. But the minute his eyes laid on the unwanted guest munching away at the food on the table like a gorilla, his smile fell.

I’m doing this for her. I need to show her that I can interact with other people without wanting to skewer them alive.

He went to sit back down at the table. He wanted to at least finish his tea before looking for excuses to leave.

“It’s so nice to have company after being solo for so long.”

“Mhm. I bet.”

“You’re not much of talker are you?”

“Nope.” I am but not with people like you.

“I’m sure you’ll warm up to me soon.”

“Surely," he smiled. I’d rather go sit with Wu for a week than spend one more minute with you.

“Enishi!” You called out to him from the kitchen. Ah, thank god.

“Coming!” he sat up from the table quick as lightning and dashed inside to you. “What do you need?”

“Can you fold my sleeves so I won’t get them wet?” You didn’t even finish and he was already doing your sleeves all the way up above your elbows. “Thank you!”

“No problem."

He looked at the pile of dishes you started washing, hoping you would ask him to help. Anything to stay in here with you than go outside to that creature.

"Is there anything else I can help with?”

“You could ask Cho if he wants anything else.”

His hopes were shattered the second his name cane oit of your mouth. He looked at you as if you asked him to bring you a bear or something. His eyes were pleading to stay with you in the kitchen but all you saw was a look that was weirding you out.

“Or you could wipe these dry," you suggested pointing to the dishes that needed to be taken off the drying rack so you could put the others instead.

Okay, that I can do.

“Gladly," he smiled.

You shook your head, giggling at his antics. You could tell he wasn't that fond of blondie. Cho's presence bugged you at first too but he grew on you over time. He was still the same idiot putting himself in danger recklessly but most times you were there to get him out of it.

Whatever you saw in him back then was pure and underneath all that mischief there was a boy who just didn't know what to do with his life. You understood him more than he understood you and you couldn't help but empathise with him.

"He's not that bad, you know," you said washing one of the bigger plates. You handed it to Enishi and watched him wipe it dry on all corners. Clean freak, you thought smiling.

"I'll believe it when I see it. All he's done so far is eat and sleep for free," he picked up another dish, "and make you uncomfortable after you literally saved and took care of him."

He had a point. But then again that was what you were doing too. Enishi took you in and cared for you like you were one of his own and all you did lately was abuse that. And it made you feel bad no matter how much he told you everything was okay and that he wasn't mad about it in the slightest.

"He's the only person I had for a while. As much as we didn't part on good terms I owe him a little."

Enishi wasn't stupid. He could tell there was something more between the two of you, besides slaying people for money together. He just wasn't sure if that something died three years ago, but he knew that feelings don't go away so easily. No matter how hard you try to make them disappear.

Living with not one but two copies of the male species was interesting to say the least. It's been only one day of cohabitating together and there was already a growing tension between the two.

Enishi didn't really acknowledge Cho's existence unless you mentioned him in conversation. Cho tried to annoy him on occasions where he let his guard down around you but most of the times it didn't work in his favour and he ended up being ignored.

However, the macho vibes were very strong as you were training today. Cho looked up to joining in with you and you let him despite Enishi's silent protests. You wished you listened to them.

Stretching your bodies before practice turned into a muscle flexing competition. Cho rolled his sleeves above his elbows and unbuttoned his shirt down to his navel, while Enishi took off his kimono to be left only in his tank top.

You gulped at the sight, eyes darting from one man to the other. Cho's veiny hands caught your attention first. Then your eyes moved from his collar bone all the way down to the outline of his abs that were peeking from under his shirt. You've seen them in passing when you patched him up. But seeing them in broad daylight was a totally different story. They looked so defined and sculpted. You unconsciously licked your lips at the sight, wondering how it would feel to take your time counting the squares one by one.

Your eyes then settled on Enishi and your breath hitched. His muscly biceps were already glistening with sweat from just stretching, but it was enough to make you want to chomp down on them. You've seen them so many times before but they made your mouth water every time. One flex of it and you would be on the floor seeking medical assistance.

You didn't even realise they were looking at you until you heard Cho's high pitched laughing. Enishi seemed quite amused by your reaction too, chuckling to himself. They caught you full on staring at their goodies with no shame. You wanted the ground to swallow you whole from the embarrassment.

Cho walked to you and you planted your feet to the floor trying to get back to your serious face. He stopped just a patch of grass away from you but it was enough to make you breathless. His abs were right in front of you, an elbow away.

"Better wipe the drool on your lips, princess," he said as he wiped it from your lips with his thumb.

This fucker. Wait until I wipe my fist on your lips.

"Fuck off," you pushed him away and got back to stretching with your back to them.

All was well until sword practice turned into a contest of the fittest. You were getting back to grips with your jian sword trying to remember the basic moves Enishi taught you. But the two men in front of you were deep in focus with their own longer katanas, practicing deep slashes coupled with some aerial moves. Looking at them sitting side by side, you noticed their styles were awfully similar, the only difference being that Enishi was faster and made use of his surroundings, while Cho was slower and used more tricks to slow down his opponent. Both of them appeared to be in their own element and it was a sight to behold.

Sparring wise you were kind of tossed to the side. They were too busy staring daggers at one another to notice you were there to learn stuff too. One rude insult from Cho and a twitch of Enishi's jaw later they took it upon themselves to duel.

Stepping backwards to give them more space you watched as they lunged at each other. Their eyes turned dark as their blades clashed, all semblance of humanity gone from both of them. Enishi was back in his unyielding form, forcing his attacks like a wild beast pouncing on his prey. Cho was actively trying to piss him off with tricks, sneering viciously the more he dodged Enishi's blade and pushed his buttons.

After some push and pull, combined with some cussing, the two broke apart with heaving breaths. They swirled their swords around to stretch their wrists as they continued circling each other.

"Quit playing around and fight for real," gritted Enishi.

"I am fighting for real," grunted Cho. "I think it's you who's holding back."

"I'm only holding back so I don't accidentally kill you."

"Why don't you do it then?"

He chuckled. For a brief moment his eyes locked with yours and he got some of his rationale back. He wasn't a fool. He could see right through his intentions.

"You want me to lose it and make myself look bad in front of her, don't you?"

Cho stopped moving around and played around with his blade. He got caught in the act and the look on his face gave it away too easily.

Enishi swung at him and he jumped over the slash that could've cut him in half. He spun trying to get Enishi off balance and tried cutting him back but Enishi was too fast and he could only dodge left and right.

Cho started getting sloppy. He swayed on his feet due to the gash in his leg that didn't heal properly yet. He knew he wasn't supposed to be out here but his pride got the best of him. He wanted to see what Enishi was made of and it was quite clear that he was a strong opponent.

Enishi noticed he was getting slower and used that to his advantage, combining moves that only pushed him to the edge. He wanted him to give it up and accept defeat.

Cho was forced to defend himself when Enishi's sword came down from above, blades meeting again with much more force than before. Both of them pushed with as much strength as they could to throw the other one off.

"If you're that sure of yourself, why don't we take a bet?" proposed Cho in a ploy to get Enishi to retreat.

"Oh yeah? What's in it for me?"

Cho turned his head to you and Enishi followed his gaze as they both lowered their blades. You were sitting on the ground staring up at the sky. You looked so at peace for once in a while that it calmed him down too, adrenaline from the moment drawing back into him. Cho was just as entranced by you.

"Let's see which one of us she actually wants. We both have a week to figure her out. If it's you she wants I'll be out of both of your lives in a heartbeat."

The offer was tempting. Enishi believed he had the upper hand here. He saw the way you looked at him and he wasn't entirely blind to your feelings, even if he himself was confused with his. You also had a connection between you that was hard to tear down, as much as blondie tried to interfere. If all these things played out in his favour, he could fly out the door sooner than the agreed timeline. It was a win-win situation.

But there was the possibility of him being wrong. There was a chance you still felt something for Cho and those feelings could just be waiting for him to do something to try and get you back. What if they would grow back stronger the more time you spent around him?

As much as he wanted to believe things could play out in his favour, the situation said otherwise.

Although, he was sure of one thing. That he was willing to bet everything to keep you with him. No matter what.

"But if she wants me-," Cho continued only to get cut off harshly.

"I won't let that happen," thundered Enishi.

He was more sure of himself than he's ever been before, especially because this involved you. He would stop at nothing to win you over.

"Bring it on."

Next

Thank you for reading! As always, comments, likes and reblogs are welcome :)

[lucidreamer-uwu]

Recently found you and love your work! Ok so this was a funny idea to me, an MC who is like, the sweetest being on the planet. Has never gotten angry. Couldn’t hurt a fly. Mistaken for an Angel. Then, some lesser demon insults the brothers one day, AND THEY GO HAM. ABSOLUTELY BESERK, BEATING THE DEMON TO THE PULP. Hope this isn’t to specific it just seems funny thinking about the demons reacting to the sweet as sugar MC beating up a demon who could easily eat them with no remorse, as if the brothers couldn’t stand up for themselves lol

Guardian Angel???

LUCIFER

It never bothered him what lesser demons thought of him. He's heard his fair share of insults, but he's never gotten as low as to retaliate. He'd only put himself to their levels and he had way too much pride on the line to do that. Plus, they're not worth his time anyway.

But when someone else defends him for the sake of his name??? His pride was astronomical.

At first, he'd be frozen in shock that you had that side of you. You got mad and full-on gave a lesser demon a flying kick to the face, easily knocking them out.

DANG he found it extremely attractive, but he had an image to keep. So after he snaps himself out of gazing at you in awe from the sidelines, he takes you by the arms to drag you away from the scene you had made despite you putting up a fight and trying to give the demon a few more hits.

He would lecture you about your behavior when you were out in public, but really, deep down inside, he didn't mind it one bit. If anything, he felt quite toasty inside that you even felt the need to defend him. He found it cute.

MAMMON

He was always used to insults. From his brothers, from the witches who backstab him, and anyone really. So he lets it slide every single time. He couldn't care less what anyone had to say about him anymore. He's heard it all before.

But when his sweet and innocent little human showed him an aggressive, violent side, just to defend HIM. Boy was he speechless.

Who are you, and what have you done to his precious baby MC???

He kinda liked how you always tried to keep the peace and defended him in a civilized manner towards his brothers, but seeing as you completely WRECKED that lesser demon who he hadn't even noticed was calling him names, his heart just couldn't take it.

He genuinely felt really important for once. No one has ever defended him like you did. And no one has ever FOUGHT someone just to protect his name!

Would have second thoughts about doing the right thing and pulling you out of the mess you've gotten yourself into or just letting you have at it. I mean, having HIS human fight for HIM wasn't such a bad sight to see~

LEVIATHAN

Levi was always one for downgrading and he was fine with it.

Like Mammon, he was used to how people called him a useless shut-in otaku who never amounted to anything.

Usually you'd only glare and fight back verbally for Levi's sake, but in this particular instant, you just snapped and completely lost it.

You would be yelling and throwing your fists at the lesser demon at school, enough to make a commotion and gather an audience.

Of course Levi would be extremely happy inside that you were defending his sorry butt, even though he was fully capable of doing so himself, but seeing this entirely different side of you throwing the whole profanity dictionary out there made his heart throb like crazy. He never knew you were hiding this side of you!

He'd be speechless at first and unable to move, but eventually he'd get himself to try to convince you to forget about the demon and get out of there before Lucifer, Diavolo, Barbatos, or all three of them got involved in everything. He liked that new side of you, but he'd rather not let you get yourself into trouble trying to defend him.

SATAN

Satan practices not to rage over small, trivial things like insults from lesser demons so he's gotten the hang of ignoring most of them.

He thought that if you could keep your cool and maintain your sweet and angelic nature, then he could too. At least, he could try to for you.

When he sees you for the very first time throw your fists and threaten the most gruesome things to a lesser demon, he immediately freaks. What could they have said or done that got you, a sweet, angelic human, to lash out like that? It must have been something horrible, right?

He'd ask you and you'd tell him, just right before he shifts into his demon form and beats the lower demon into a pulp himself.

His face would turn a light shade of red and his heart would melt. His expression would soften, despite keeping his frown.

He'd tell you that the demon wasn't worth it. Then would proceed to pull you into a private spot to kiss and smother you with his pent up affection. You were extremely attractive when you let your wrath lose and he couldn't wait any longer to show you.

ASMODEUS

Asmo's first thought would be that maybe you were possessed by a demon. But he'd realize that that was just dumb. No one in the Devildom was stupid enough to do that. But why in the three realms are you acting so horribly attractive in a different kind of way??

The way your facial features transitioned from cute baby mode to complete war machine has got him wrapped around your little finger.

He didn't even bother to ask you why you were lashing out at a lesser demon at Majolish all of a sudden and out of the blue, until he finished taking a few photos and saving a couple of videos of the rare way you were acting as if you were some kind of animal.

The moment he does ask you though, he becomes filled with anger too and will help you beat some sense into the demon. How dare anyone even THINK to insult him!

That'd last for about a few minutes until Asmo composes himself and convinces you that they weren't worth your time and that they were just jealous of how gorgeous you two looked.

And with that, you both leave the lesser demon groveling on the ground.

He'd look back at the photos that he took of angry MC and would find you absolutely adorable.

BEELZEBUB

Things like insults directed at him never really bothered the sixth-born. It just seemed pointless to him. He couldn't change the way other demons saw him, nor could he sway their opinion of him. So he doesn't really care much for them.

This explains why he was so confused as to why you were making such a big deal out of a lesser demon criticizing him.

He'd have second thoughts about trying to get you out of the instant fight you got yourself into because he himself was sort of scared of you.

Could you blame him though? You completely transformed into this war freak that he's never even sensed on you before. How could his sweet little MC turn into a cursing maniac??

Eventually he'd get a hold of you and would be successful in calming you back down into your usual kind hearted self.

When he finds out that it was because of him that you got mad up to that extent, he would be so happy that he wouldn't know what to do.

BELPHEGOR

Belphie does not care whatsoever if other demons like or hate him. It wasn't worth his time. If anything, he found it fun to make people hate him.

Annoying demons who were already annoyed with him was his absolute favorite. Next to snuggling next to his sweet, adorable, innocent MC of course.

At least that's what he thought before he finds you at your latest murder attempt with a lesser demon under your mercy.

His eyes have never been that wide before.

What happened to your pure as gold hearted soul that he cherished so deeply? He was unsure he was even looking at the same person. But dang, why did you look so attractive being all rage-y like that?

Unlike his brothers who would prevent you from inflicting more damage onto the poor lesser demon, Belphie was not so quick to act. Instead he'd watch with a sadistic smile on his face, almost matching Lucifer's. He'd just wait it out until you had our fun. You could blame his laziness, but that would be milking it.

When you calm yourself down though and explain yourself to him, he'd bonk you on the head with a neutral expression saying that he can defend himself if he wanted to.

He wouldn't show it but you just made his heart flutter the entire time. He never knew he was that important to you.

Would have dreams of you beating up his enemies for weeks on end.

Hi Anon! As requested, here is your sweet to savage guardian angel MC and the brothers reacting to it!! I apologize that it took a while, but I hope you enjoy it regardless! Thanks for the request! ^u^

~ Em ♡

[sthefystarker]

Holiday Gift Exchange for @starker-sorbet

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Moodboard + drabble-ish? Hope you like it, darling! <3

*Warning: SIM, mentions of blood and violence.

Tony Stark didn't consider himself a romantic person, not at all.

Ever since the press had branded him as narcissistic, pedantic, and an arrogant power-monger (perhaps being arrogant was a major disadvantage of being an only child, he thought), Tony knew that being his father's son, carrying the family legacy and the stigma that was passed down from generation to generation, being able to carry the burden of the Stark name on his back, as he grew up, Tony had to build his emotional barriers and become what he had least wanted all along: to be a son of a bitch. Yet life itself demanded it of him. In order to survive.

The Mercenary of Death, that soulless egomaniac who just for the fun of it slept with everyone, but never discovered for himself, next to someone, what love really was. That was why, even if he didn't know it, Tony Stark felt incomplete.

Nevertheless, he was a very busy man. In his world, having money equaled having power. The more money he had, the more power he acquired. And Tony soon discovered that very few people wanted to get serious with him. This reality, often, in his lonely nights, the ones where his inner demons fought, made him laugh through his tears. Because everyone wanted something from Tony Stark, but no one seemed to really want him.

Little by little, Tony, by survival instinct, had to bury that soft part of him. The one where he put his selfishness aside, and focused on genuinely caring for the other person. In short, in a cruel corporate world, full of business deals and hidden tricks up his sleeve, Tony Stark's heart seemed to harden each time. A heart of iron, that seemed to resist every betrayal and stab in the back from people who claimed to call themselves, his friends. Rhodey, Happy and Pepper were the exception, of course. They were always his exception. And Tony believed for a moment that they would be, forever.

Until one fine day, after several years where Tony is not only a billionaire philanthropist but also a superhero, Iron Man meets a boy with curious eyes and brown hair, this young man just saved his life, while fighting with some dangerous criminals who wanted to steal one of his latest inventions: The Extremis.

He is very talkative, Tony notes, as this young man repeats to him over and over again that it is not necessary to get his money, that he had helped him because those men were doing evil, and it was the right thing to do. Tony, of course, didn't understand any of that. His life could be calculated in billions and billions of dollars and this guy had just saved him.

"Look, imagine I'm like the genie in a bottle: You just saved Tony Stark's life! You have 3 wishes." Tony told him with a serious expression, although with a certain humor in his voice.

The boy shook his head. "I still can't believe I'm talking to you," the young man guffawed, "it's just that, I'm your biggest fan!"

Oh. That piqued Tony's interest: the boy was gorgeous. Not only that, but he seemed to be a lot smarter than he looked. Tony wanted to test him.

And he wasn't disappointed.

Peter Parker far exceeded his expectations. In Tony's eyes, Peter was the purest being he had ever known. That terrified him, because he sensed that at any moment someone else would come along and take him away, or worse, taint him with evil.

And Tony, despite considering himself to be without goodness, wanted Peter to be his. For him alone. And so he confessed it to the young man, on a rainy night, because Tony could no longer keep it to himself.

"Don't be silly, Tony. If anything, it makes me love you even more. I'd be very happy if you'd go out with me." The young man told him, his cheeks flushed but with a firm look that made him rethink things.

Tony nodded, and took the first step, one that would completely change both of their lives: he approached the young man's face, gently stroked his hair, moving it a little away from his forehead, and kissed him."

From that moment on, Tony Stark's life would take a 180-degree turn. Weeks and months passed, and Peter remained by his side, unconditional. Making love to this young man was something that seemed otherworldly, and Tony swore he would protect him from all evil, and Peter, ecstatic, believed his promises. The young boy did not ask for much, except that Tony would only love him back.

Tony's hands were shaking, in his pocket he always carried a small box with him, waiting for the perfect moment to propose his hand.

Unfortunately, that moment never came. Because it was taken away from him.

When Tony found Peter on the floor one day, bleeding and with no chance of coming back to life, he went mad. Completely insane, because in his arms lay lifeless the reason for his sanity. He tried everything, he even turned to the Mystic Arts to see if he could bring him back to life, but his best friend, Strange (who just seemed to be going through the same situation with his ex-fiancée Christine), advised him to try something else, because handling the Mystic Arts took time and that, of course, was the last thing Tony wanted.

Tony just wanted to kill them all. He wanted to kill the culprit who destroyed the person he loved most in the world. Tony Stark wanted to carry out his revenge. So in a fit of rage, he began injecting himself with more Extremis than necessary and made an exclusive deal with Clea: he would jump between universes until he could find a Peter Parker who was just as lonely and broken as he was.

Although nothing and no one could ever replace his Peter, Tony had reached the breaking point, one where he couldn't be too picky: he just wanted to be with Peter Parker. No matter who he was, Tony was confident he could fall in love again. If all the Peter Parkers in the Multiverse shared the same soul, then it wouldn't take much for him to fall in love again.

Until one fine day, he found it.

"Mr. Stark…?" Ayoung man murmured. His hair was a bit more disheveled and his features were younger than I remembered. He was wearing a suit that looked much like the one he had once designed.

Tony could see the blood dripping from Peter Parker's fingers, that Peter Parker seemed to be very violent, judging by the pile of corpses lying at his feet.

He knew he would have no problem with that, figuring they could still say nice things to each other and make love-laden promises in their moments of intimacy.

He could see how disbelief was painted on Peter's face, as if Tony really was a ghost, or some figment of his imagination. It was there that Iron Man knew he had finally hit upon the right universe. After all, he couldn't be such a son of a bitch to himself and snatch the happiness of another Tony Stark in any universe. God knows they would need each other.

"Hello, Peter." Tony smiled, because he knew the man wouldn't put up much resistance if he proposed to destroy the world together.

And then, nothing and no one would separate them. Not again.

[charliesgoodboy]

I’m not sure if this is where I request for anything but I wanted to see if you were able right something like Rengoku x a feminine chubby male reader who’s one inch taller than him and has a ice type breathing, and they use fans to use their ice abilities.

Like I imagine the reader having a very blank face most of the time which makes him seem intimidating at times but is actually very nice once you talk to them and such

Ofcourse I can! I hope your ok with a full fic, it's kinda short cause of my writers block and I'm trying to get out of art block, but I'm happy to do this rq for you! Thank you!!♡♡(if you wanted and imagine/headcannon just dm me and i'll do that instead of this)

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Ice cold☆

Rengoku x Feminine Male!Reader

Summary:Rengoku never wants to seem to have the wrong impression on anyone so he tries and gets to know you better, and finds your breathing style very unique.

Warning(maniac):not rlly any just fluff my dude.

Read this carefully. If you are straight or you do not have your sexuality in your bio, I can and will block you and the rules will become more strict.

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"Good work M/n!! I've never seen your breathing style!! And with fans?? Amazing!!" Looking up at you with his usual smile as you give him a blank face, you wanted to smile and talk to him, you really did but you didn't want to interact and you were so damn tired so you just nodded and made a 'm' sound as you followed your crow.

Rengoku knew that you didn't speak much and thought that you hated everyone that crossed your path, but that didn't stop you from wanting to get to know you better, deep down he knew you were sweet, and that you cared for others all the time.

And he is very correct, 100 percent in fact, you cared for everyone especially Rengoku. You always loved his energy and how he was always positive, even in grave situations.

But what you didn't know is that he really admired you, might as well be in love in fact, the way you use fans instead of a sword to slay demons, and it was ice style, he found it amazing really.

He loved how tall you were, even if it was only one inch, he admire you so, your chubby, yet feminine like, which he finds adorable at times, people have even caugt him stealing glances at you before,he just loved you so.

You reached the butterfly estate for some of the Hashira were injured, even Rengoku was injured, but mans could hide it good, like he was in inmese pain.

Once you reached the estate you were greeted by Aoi who let you all in and set each of you guys in a pair of a room, and ofcourse you got Rengoku.

She camd to Rengoku first as she, wrapped Rengoku's wounds in which you noticed how bad they were.

"I'll be taking my leave now." She bowed and left the room, leaving you and Rengoku.

"Hey...are you ok?? I'm sorry I didn't notice your wounds before, they seem really bad..." you look down in guilt even so it wasn't your fault.

Rengoku had a shocked face, he knew that you'd talk to him soon, but not this soon. He gave you a heart warming smile. "I swear I am ok, and none of this is your fault M/n."

You didn't belive that he was 'ok' so you grabbed him and made him rest on you. "Just rest and I'll take care of you..ok??"

He was suprised by your actions but obliged to them anyway. He snuggled deep into your stomach, you where looking outside so you didn't really notice Rengoku traceing your curves.

"You know for a man, you are quite feminine...did you know that??" Your face turned beet red when he said that to you, nobody had ever even said that you looked feminine, but you took this as a comoliment.

"U-uh thank you?? I guess??" He smiles at you once more.(damn how is yo jaw not broken??)"And your body is quite squishy, It's nice." He says as he burried his face into you.

"Hah!?!? Your not just saying that!? Do love my body that much??" He got up and came to you face-to-face.

"Absolutely! And not just your body, I love you as much as I love food!!" You were so red at this point, no one has ever said these things to you.

"T-thank y-you, and I'm glad your ok Rengoku..."

[sapphire-weapon]

“sleeping with Ada was the inciting incident behind Leon’s drinking problem and he doesn’t even know it” theory/analysis - wait have you talked about this before? I missed it if you did :(

No, I haven't. I meant to. I actually have a half-finished post about it sitting in my drafts, but then the ADHD kicked in and I got distracted and wandered off and haven't bothered to go back to it since.

The thing with this analysis is that like... it's both not that complicated and also very complicated and abstract, and so just the thought of explaining it feels daunting.

To put it in the simplest terms possible: Leon spent RE2 and RE4 chasing an idealized version of Ada that didn't actually exist, so when he finally got the actual Ada in bed and realized that it didn't bring him the catharsis that he was looking for -- and that he actually still felt incomplete/damaged -- his brain just kind of shut that down and rejected that reality and didn't want to face it, which then led to a drinking problem that culminated in a damn near full-blown emotional breakdown in RE6.

It all sort of ties back to my analysis of the relationship between Leon and Ada as it exists in OG -- where Leon has tricked himself into believing that Ada is the only thing that's keeping the memory of his old self alive. We as the audience know that that's objectively not true, and that it's Sherry and how she's modeled her life and her worldview after him that's keeping the old Leon alive -- but that's also really painful for Leon to think about, because he's under the impression that he fucked up Sherry's life so badly that he doesn't deserve to be in it anymore, so it's easier for him to just project all that shit onto Ada.

And so chasing Ada was about more than wanting to romantically/sexually pursue the pretty lady who makes his heart go dokidoki. Despite the bond that they have, Ada is still mostly a mystery to Leon and always seems to be 20 steps ahead of him -- and so, on some level, chasing her was less about getting the girl and more about finding the answers that he's been looking for.

But Ada is just a person. She has her fingers in a lot of pies, sure, but she's not omnicient or omnipotent. She doesn't have the answers to how or why or when things went wrong in Leon's life, and she doesn't have the answers as to how to fix them or make them better.

So, when Leon slept with her and found that divine inspiration didn't enter his consciousness through the tip of his dick and travel its way down his boner and then up his spine and then into his brain like the weirdest venereal disease ever -- instead of feeling relieved at finally having taken care of the sexual tension between them, or comforted by her physical presence, or humbled by her intimacy -- he probably just felt... empty.

This was something he'd wanted so badly. He'd been chasing it for so long. And now that he'd finally gotten it, it was nothing that he'd hoped/thought it would be.

Because he wasn't really chasing Ada. He was running from his own demons, and Ada just happened to have been in front of him.

And instead of face that, instead of deal with that, his brain shut down and went NOPE DIDN'T HAPPEN and reached for literally anything that could distract it from that truth -- regardless of the form it took. Whether it was a slavish devotion to his job that was quickly leading to burnout or the flask he always kept in his back pocket -- it didn't matter what it was.

A lot of this theory/analysis/whatever you want to call it really comes from how fucking weird and bizarre their conversation about it is in Damnation. It always struck me as weird. This isn't how normal fucking people talk to each other about setting up a booty call.

Ada: By the way, when are we going to, um... carry on from where we left off that night? Leon: Any time but now. Ada: You're angry with me, aren't you? Suits you.

Something happened that night that: A) left things feeling unfinished and B) was emotionally charged enough that Ada is under the impression that Leon's mad at her for it, but C) wasn't a turn-off enough for Ada to not want to try again.

It almost seems like Ada had picked up on a weird vibe coming from him and didn't let him stay the whole night through. It probably went something like:

sex happened -> lying in bed together in the afterglow -> something about Leon's general demeanor post-coitus just doesn't feel right -> Ada pulls a "you should probably go" -> Leon gets butthurt but leaves without a fight -> Ada spends the next however many months going "that dick was bomb tho" -> they meet up in Damnation -> Ada decides "no the dick was worth it idc how weird he got" -> propositions him for a round two

I don't think that round two ever happened, though -- or, if it did, it just made things worse. And that's why, by the time we reach RE6, Leon's attachment to Ada has become so unhealthy and unhinged that he damn near has a total break from reality towards the end.

Chasing Ada had given him a personal goal to work towards -- it gave him hope that there was still some lost, forgotten part of himself that he could reclaim. And now that he knew that that was all just a massive cope and none of it was real, he didn't know what to do with himself.

It's not dissimilar to the idea of a character feeling empty after finally exacting the revenge they'd been planning for so, so long. Without that goal to work towards, what else do they have?

This is why the progression of RE6 to Vendetta to Death Island is so important.

In RE6, Leon finally comes to terms with the fact that he doesn't know who Ada is and probably never will, which is why he tells Helena "No" when she tells him to go after her.

And with the Ada thing resolved, Leon throws himself into his work, because what else does he have? But his job makes him completely fucking miserable, so it doesn't fix or stop the drinking habit he's developed.

But then in Vendetta, here comes Chris to drag Leon to his feet and tell him he's not alone -- which is the first time ever, in Leon's entire adult life, that that has ever happened. Ever since Claire left him and Sherry on the side of the road outside of Raccoon City, Leon has been going through this nightmare hellscape alone. So, for Chris to actually come around and help support that weight is a massive, massive fucking deal.

And now, by Death Island, Leon has finally started to really wake up to the reality that is his life. He's more grounded and self-aware in DI than he has ever been at any point in his entire character arc.

And I just so badly want to believe that a massive breakthrough is coming for him in RE9 and he actually puts his foot down and takes control of his life for the first time ever. Because, remember: Leon gave up years and years ago. His life is the way that it is because he allowed it to become that way.

It's long since past due for him to finally stand up for himself.

But we'll see how it goes.

[mimiri22-6]

oh yeah

I finlly watched Monkie Kid. Been meaning to for years, but kind of forgot it existed at some point. It was Amazing, in All terms of the word. Kind of perfect timing actually since season 4 was made 'available(?)' this year(idk how airing works for the show in gen yet).

I just really wanted to say, Several times while watching, even just in the first season, *deep breath* MK HAS 2 DADS!!! WOOOOO!!! Like it's not even subtext or implied!!! It was straight up Stated!!! In! The! Most! Recent! Season! HOLY SHIT IT'S SO FUCKING GOOD!!!

Holy shit Red Son! I was So prepared to go through some kind of redemption arc for him and him leaving his verbally abusive demon family, BUT NO! NO HOLY SHIT! THE DEMON FAMILY IS SO SOFT FOR EACHOTHER! OMG! I WAS NOT EXPECTING TO LOVE THEM!

Spider Queen and her goons, is it weird I kind of ship her w the Scorpion Demon? Idk, when that ep happend the first person I thought to be her companion was the Spider Queen.

Lady Bone Demon; I Loved hating her at first, how dare she give MK more insecurities, but now I just Love her. Like that final scene w her?! Lifechanging. This show really, like really, said 'everyone is the hero of their own story'. And they said it twice to really get it across!

The most recent season, AH, holy shit. EVERYONE IS THE HERO OF THEIR OWN STORY! It's True!!

Mai and Mk are NEVER gonna be an item and they touched on it in the first freaking season like, nahnahnah, we aren't like that. People w opposite genders Can be bffs with no undertones! I AM SO FUCKING HAPPY! SVTFOE COULD NEVER!

Mai is badass girl without Being the badass girl that everyone has to coment on how she's a badass everytime shes a badass!! FUCKING THANK YOU!

Monkie King is complex w a complex past and people that hate him for reasonable reasons. Mistakes were made, miscomunication without cringing, just Actual Miscomunication where both parties don't show their full hand. Holy Shit Macaque!

Macaque was So good! Once again I thought he was just gonna be another villain that was 'betrayed' by Sun Wukong. And Yeah! He Was! Or he Really thought he was and then Wukong doesn't try to mend their relationship. Leaving it to fester and Hurt. BUT MACAQUE IS STILL A SWEETHEART WHAT WHY HOW?!!?! My fucking god I love him.

Every Character Has Layers! Sunny has ptsd, Pigsy is actually the heart of the group, Tang isn't just a scared bookworm, Mai isn't just tough, Mk smiles to hide the pain, Sun Wukong has set fire to so many bridges in persute for immortality, Macaque helps the gang So many times over, DBK loves his wife and son unconditionally, Lady Iron Fan loves her husband and son to the point that she preotects her son from a possessed dbk, Red Son Also helps the gang several times over, Spider Queen wanted to be a good queen even if she wasn't, LBD was doing what she though was right, Azure was taking down a Tyrant to save Multiple Planes, No One Was Flat!

NO MISSES! Every ep I was Ready fo More!

Mk, holy shit, Mk. I could project onto this kid until the end of time. He's open for trans headcannons, he has so many dads and mentors, so many adults to turn to for different things, he's legitimately afraid he's not enough and previous enemies Stick w him. He Thinks 20 miles an hour, he has adhd, not in cannon but Very implied, can't focus, thinks outside the box, no one is Surprised when he has a good plan, no one is surprised when he Succeeds. He Does take time to think his next moves when he Needs to. He gets Angry. He's insecure, he's Developing. He's Actually different from his s1 conterpart, but he's also Exactly the Same. No Matter What, Despite Everything, He's Still MK. I don't think I've Ever encountered a character that that rings So True with. Despite everything, it's still you. What has to change and Can change Has Changed, but he's still hyperactive, he's always been a bit sad inside, but he's still putting on a smile to lighten the mood, he's still trying to help people.

This Entire essay started because I just wanted to say the pig and the glasses guy are so gay for eachother it's barely even subtext, there is no heterosexual explaination for so many of their interactions. Now I have this. -_-

tldr; Monkie Kid is one of the best shows I've Ever watched. And every ep is only 10 minutes long! How did they manage that?!

P.S. 4 final things

They/Them Prissy Bird(I screamed for a solid minute when I realised they so clearly went by they/them pronouns)

Tang is ace af

Red Son has Two Hands and I am So on Board w that mentality. I love himb so much. Finally, a poly ship where I don't just want to Really close a triangle. I can picture it So well in my brain, Please tell me I'm not the only one w this mentality

I love this show so fking much I just thought I'd let you know again

[kamidukki]

uGHHHH tumblr is quite glitchy today and i'll resend this ask

anyWAY i remember i saw aknk official posted something a few days ago(?) and announced that episode 3 is almost completed JAJZJANS i'm so ready for the upcoming angst + drama and possible butler being demonized again but ofc i'll be hurt again AAAAAA i remember the pain and worry when haures got captured then it WAS A CLIFFHANGER leaving me quite emotional for a few days waiting for the last update for episode 2 🤣 also im really curious amd want to know more about the butlers' past especially berrien and fennesz 💖

to be honest, berrien is so mysterious and kind of suspicious you dont even know if his actions are really genuine or... not hMMMMMMM 👁👁

OH AND- i saw a jp theory a long time ago, it was a comparison between haures holding his hand out to master and berrien holding out his left hand and aND apparently, it has a meaning!

when someone is holding out their right hand to you, it means the person liked you or comfortable with you

however if someone is holding out their left hand to you..... it means they dislike you or distaste.

guess who's holding out their left hand? BERRRIIEIEIEIEENNNNNAJJSWJAJJA the way my heart broke when i saw that theory lol 🤣

i know its just a coincidence i know BUT imagine the gut wrenching angst if berrien dislikes his master all this time JAJZJAJAJAJA i'll cry for real if it becomes true 🤣 berrien is one of my fave 🥺

-zella

Hi, zella!

There's a whole lot to unpack in this ask, so I'm putting the 'aknk' and 'akuneko' tag in this in case someone else also want to give their two cents.

❗⚠ [Spoiler alert, read with caution] ⚠❗

Putting aside Berrien, it'll be such a plot twist if Fennesz get demonized next because everyone (mostly) is predicting butler from either the 3rd floor or the basement to be the center in the next episode's stage 👀 If I remember correctly, Fennesz is currently the one who notices Berrien's different 'aura' when he asked about Haures' demonisation at the end of episode 2...? It would be great if he could play an important role in the future, episode 3 or not, because of that 🤔

I take it this is the announcement you mentioned, right?

I'm so excited about the next episode too. It's going to be distributed throughout the entirety of the year 2023, it seems? I certainly can't wait to be emotionally devastated once again. Episode 2 was really, really great, wasn't it? 😊

Since we're still in the topic of official announcement... I'd like to go off tangent a bit and talk about the third bullet point. It said, if my understanding is correct, the implementation of full voice acting in episode 2 and and episode 2.5 will be the last ones that come free. From there onwards, they will come into two parts, free and paid ones. Seems like we'll need to pay an additional fee if we want to unlock the voice...? I'm not entirely sure about this one actually. Anyone with a better grasp of Japanese feel free to correct.

I mean, I'm happy if Akuneko's doing well financially and the people who contribute to it, illustrators and voice actors alike, are getting paid well. On the other hand, as a money-wise poor af person, I'm anxious I won't be able to buy it... 😭 I doubt it will come cheaply after all

Moving on to Berrien, this is the tweet that speculated the right/left hand gesture, isn't it? I'm putting a link a there just in case someone either hasn't seen it/wants some context.

I think we all will cry if Berrien hates us 😂 but it's such a delicious theory, an unprecedented move from a joseimuke game should it ever come true. I mean, the most loving, kind-looking male cast that genuinely hates and/or betrays the players at a certain point??? If Akuneko does that, hats off for the bravery. I don't know if they will be able to pull such move though, given the risk of losing players is too big.

And, oh, I'll cry with you too, that's for sure 😭 I also love Berrien too muchー if anything , he is the reason I play Akuneko. But then again I live off the angst and the drama... Well, don't we all, though 😂

[rottenprincessshura100]

Chapter 135 recap, notes and theories Part 2

First off, we seem to go back in time and see Shiemi emerging from her training portal. Or is the Shiemihaza in the current battle just a decoy until she's ready? We will find out.

She is greeted by creepy Jeremiah and told that only a few hours have passed in this timeline. Meanwhile, Shiemi is a year and a half older now. She's different, no longer a sweet, innocent young girl. But a woman full of determination.

We then jump over to Satan regenerating, and he's finally got the look right. He's using all the powers of the Ba'al and Sol to pummel Mephisto's exorcist forces. These powers are all innate within him, as the demon kings are all the parts that are fragmented from Satan.

How would Mephisto's army ever have the power to defeat him?

Well, you'd need another Satan, or enough component parts of Gehenna to shut Satan down.

Luckily, Mephisto has worked hard over the last twenty years to breed the perfect soldier. That child is Rin. A boy with a loving human heart but with the blue flames of Satan. Rin is everything that a demon king wishes they could be. Demon kings hate humanity because they can never really be part of their world. Deep down, Satan doesn't think he's better; he thinks he's less. If he can't join humanity, he will kill them all. In demon language, he's still hurting from Yuri leaving him, and he's out for revenge.

Yet, Rin's DNA only inherited half of Satan's power, which wasn't nearly good enough.

Mephisto had to give baby Rin more cowbell to take on Satan (more importantly Lucifer), which involved lots of planning and demon temptaint passed on through familial DNA. (Mephisto, meanwhile, justifies his actions to Lucifer and Satan...saying that he's making Satan a new body.)

Here's how Mephisto did it.

Bullshit Theory Time..

Amaimon made a kid....by accident. While in close contact with Shemihaza as her servant. Amaimon wrecked his human body somehow and tried to possess Shemihaza. Shemihaza must have been already pregnant by another man, which I'm guessing was an (Armumahel descendent) Amaimon corrupted her offspring accidentally. Shiemihaza gives birth to twins. One twin was Yuri Egin, inheriting earth and creation powers. And another child was born that had no powers. (The second child was a pipe-smoking woman at the exorcist shop)

A young Yuri Egin is hidden from the Uzai by exorcists in deep cover (posing as homeless people). The child attracts Satan's ego from Gehenna, forming a relationship. Yuri spends so much time with Satan that his temptaint rubs off on her. She is strangely immune to his blue flames, and his power protects her instead of harming her. (to recap, Yuri now has inherited power from Satan, Amaimon, Shemihaza, and Armumahel.)

Yuri falls in love with Shiro Fujimoto, who is an Azazel clone, and she gets pregnant. Shiro is in a demon contract with Mephisto Pheles and powered up by Mephisto's temptaint. Shiro, therefore, passes on Samael's DNA to his kids.

Yuri gives birth to two children. Rin inherits demon powers and has the power of Satan, Samael, Azazel, Shemihaza and Amaimon. Yukio is born with no powers but takes on the Armumahel DNA from his mother and is immune to all forms of demon flame, including Satan's blue flame. He inherits Satan's protection as well, exactly like Yuri.

Mephisto has built Rin to be the perfect soldier to attack Satan. He has also made a fetter for both Rin and Satan, and that's Yukio. Yukio can't be harmed by either of them. and will (somehow) be the person that binds their powers.

Oh....so that also makes Rin the direct Shemihaza descendent. Shiemi was made after the fact. She's a clone made in section 13, maybe from the DNA of the actual goddess. So guess what, guys! We have two Shemihazas!

Moving on to some other odd things.

Mephisto is asleep. What does Mephisto do when he's sleeping? Is he resting or leaving his body and going somewhere else?

Mephisto is the smartest demon king and doesn't tax his human vessel. He gives his power to others to do the dirty work for him....or does he?

What if Mephisto just jumps bodies and lets other bodies take the strain on his behalf? What if he actually did the work himself? It's not like they would entirely remember. To the host, it would seem like a moment of missing time or perhaps, a somewhat lucid dream.

I think Mephisto has been "body jumping" this entire battle (this entire manga, actually), playing different characters to move people around his chess board.

Mephisto possesses Shura the night of the Christmas party. She tells Rin and Yukio about their mother. This sends Yukio into an emotional tailspin, and he joins the Illuminati. It also convinces Rin to go back in time and see his birth.

Shiro loves Yuri but won't sleep with her. Mephisto manipulates Shiro and makes it happen. Shiro doesn't even remember it.

At the beginning of the final battle, Mephisto uses Shura again to get Yukio to lead the sniper team.

As Shura, Mephisto mocks Yukio during his apology.

In chapter 135, he's Neuhaus...it's all in that eye. The use of the "How-ever...." Mephisto was trying to get Yukio to realize that revenge clouds his decision-making. He doesn't want Yukio to make the same mistakes as Satan.

Mephisto isn't sleeping....he's been busy.

[the-timeless-founder]

physical headcanons for your characters maybe?

Thank you for the question, anon! I had no idea how to properly answer this so I just went with my string-of-thoughts and called it a day. I hope you enjoy <3

Saeclus Sanguine:

Tall and lean, with firm muscles and smooth skin that's been cut open and hardened quite a bit through the years

His face is really delicate, has barely any sharp angles aside from his eyes, and he's almost feminine in beauty

His eyes are the only sharp corners in his face, and they could muster a glare that would make a grown demon shrivel up in fear, blazing with unspeakable power that has been sought for centuries

Yet those same eyes could widen in sweet wonder, go soft in gentle kindness and become glassy with sorrow and remorse

His eyes are super expressive, and at the same time, it seems like there's always a sort of veil over them, a part of him that isn't quite reachable

His hair though, is arguably the best feature about him

It's soft and flowing, and trails behind him beautifully like an elegant cloak as he walks, gracefully dancing when the day is windy

He rarely smiles openly, because he hates it when his fangs show through and often frighten the other party with how sharp and big they are

He vaguely smells like a warm library space, herbal teas and deep, wild woodlands

He has a few scars across his body - one over his eye, two on his back and side, and one right under his heart from when Karl attempted to kill him

All of these have been inflicted by celestial or holy weapons, as one of Saeclus' powers is that any wounds inflicted by demonic magic eventually heal without any traces

If it wasn't for his somewhat deep and masculine voice, he would be mistaken for a woman more than he is

He wants to be covered up almost all the time, and feels uncomfortable when he's showing a lot of skin in a public or semi-public setting

Whether that's because he's gotten so used to armor and heavy garbs or for other reasons, he'll never tell

Mishiro Chiheisen:

She's beautiful in a soft, very feminine way

Not too tall or short, a soft classic body type and somewhat smooth, sweet skin

Her face has no sharp angles at all, she's soft and round at every turn

Wide baby blue eyes with full pale lashes and the most gentle, understanding gaze ever

Long curls of fluffy white hair that are tangled just enough to frame her face, and yet fly like a cloud in the waves of wind that result from her pristine white wings dancing and gliding in the air

The feathers of her ears and those on her wings have a slight golden biological luminescence to them, though it's not enough to disturb one's sleep, and the glow intensifies if a feather is plucked

She's almost always smiling, soft lips pushed inward due to that, and is very aware of the effect her open-mouthed smile has on people

She smells like a valley of lilies and daisies, with an undertone of sweet perfume, her natural scent long buried underneath

Her voice isn't too sweet or soft naturally, but she tones it down significantly to seem more friendly and warm

She likes to show just the right amount of skin to be appealing, usually, but she will wear more professional dresses when she is doing work

Famously, she wears a lot of lighter colors - although she prefers some of the more intense colors she has clothes made of - just because they look better on her

Claire Cornelle:

She is undeniably beautiful, but her beauty isn't as intense as her sisters Cordelia and Catherine

She has the same sharp, slanted eyes that Cordelia does, which they both inherited from their father Burai

A touch colder and less inviting, her gaze sweeps the room in a quick glance

Taller than both of her sisters, with a more defined and less voluptuous body

A soft hourglass figure, with arms that have strength and softness in them

Her hair is long and softly flowing, slightly more vicious than her sisters', braided on the sides of her head as a sign of her First Blood lineage

Her lips are slightly puffy with sharp angles, always painted an intense red with either lipstick or blood, and she'll let you interpret that how you will

She also has a small mole by her lips, the same one as Laito's, both inherited from Burai

Her voice is much more commanding than her siblings', a natural intensity in it that can easily unsettle a room filled with men

And her words are no different, swaying the tide of the conversation masterfully as she sees fit

Is she charming or intimidating? It depends on the company she's in, but you can always trust her to be dignified and headstrong

She smells like wild roses, skin oils and silk dresses, but her natural scent is much sweeter and less intense

She shows some skin, as is appropriate for a princess, but not nearly enough to be slandered or called names for it, much more professional looking than most of her fellow kinswomen

Though she doesn't mind putting on a bit of a show, she tries to stick to the sidelines and observe more, wary of treachery or a dagger aimed at her throat

[bitchkay]

Not you naming my favorites🤭🤭

I am in love with you👁👁

NSFW headcanons for court of darkness~

Rating: Explicit(18+mdni)

Tino can fuck me sideways.

Don't tell me Tino isn't amazing in bed cus I know you lying

I feel like Tino is secretly a little sadistic😳

Ok let's get this out of the way, Tino has a stupidly huge cock

Like it's so big even he is scared of it💀

Its genuinely too much cock for anyone to know what to do with

It's more than just above average it's literally like humongous, without exaggerating

12 inch punisher with 3-3½ inches of girth.

That is a whole monster cock.

He was scared of getting intimate with you at first because let's be honest that shit would be painful

I know such large dicks only exist in our wildest dreams but alas that shit can in fact kill you

Can not would but can cus some people *cough* are very reckless with their dicks

A vagina is only so deep, it can go inside you just maybe not all the way, is possible though, us uterus owners are more elastic than you think😼

Tino however is a gentleman regardless of his monster cock, he could never dream of leaving you dissatisfied at his expense, you're more important

Tino is a master at making you cum I'll tell you that

He has to be, he has to let you know you're in good hands before even letting you see his cock

He can leave you fucked out and drooling with just his fingers

At the very least he has to make you cum at least three times

Oh but when you saw his dick a look of horror flashed in your eyes

Tino started panicking "Oh! We don't have to! We can just-"

But you're one of them crazy bitches that's like "ya know what i think i can take it, Tino would never hurt me" and it was exactly at that moment Tino wanted to marry you.

Listen Tino doesn't wanna see you uncomfortable in any way but the sight of you struggling to suck his dick with flushed cheeks and tears in your eyes from lack of air and faulty gag reflex.

Hearts in his eyes.

He doesn't like seeing you cry… but crying on his cock is different--

Feelings he never thought existed started bubbling to the surface and suddenly he just had to have you for his own

You worked up to eventual penetration cus with a dick 3 inches thick you can't just put it in and expect everything to be alright no that shit can barely fit in my mouth-

You rode his fingers until you came at least twice, and he fucked your thighs/pussy job to get you there a third time

y'all had an amazing time even without penetration and it allowed you to get to know each others bodies, better, likes/dislikes and whatnot

You've tried things you probably wouldn't ever have tried before but like you said 'Tino would never hurt me'

Tino absolutely loves when you ride his thighs

He gets off to you getting off so having you sit on his lap grinding yourself on his thigh until you cum

He is on cloud nine.

When you did eventually try to take his cock, Tino almost came prematurely.

As soon as he got the tip in he was already pussy drunk

Babbling, slurring his words, he was huffing and puffing

This pussy should come with an asthma pump, he in and out in and out breathing😩😩

He was fighting against God to not literally mash your organs

He was hard before but as soon as he got a feel of your wetness on his dick, rock solid.

Tino knew the whole thing wasn't gonna fit but you were so determined to take all of him in he was really fighting demons to not demolish your insides

He was also fighting cus the tears that sprung in your eyes as he slowly eased inside both broke his heart and got him even harder

He didn't want to be the cause of your pain😥 but you started whining when he stopped

A little whimper of ".. please" as a stream of tears fell down the side of you face and he was a goner

You a lil fucked up and he like that😼

Still he asks you how your doing, if he could continue, if you wanna stop, he'll always put you first even with a rock hard cock

"You want it all in..?" "There's more?!"

You felt so full with Tinos dick finally inside you but when you looked down to where you were connected and saw a good portion of him still not inside you gulped

There's no way you could feel him all in your stomach and it's still not all the way in😳😳

You came before he was even able to bottom out.

After an amazing amount of prep and a few orgasms already just the feel of Tinos cock sliding through your folds was enough to get you there

seeing this with his own eyes Tino gulped with the fastest blush on his cheeks.

"I fear I… may lack the ability to be gentle."

Uh anyway😳 monster cock™ Tino with a size kink make me go burr

Bottom.

Listen

Bro.

Listen I think Knight can get down if he wanted but he'd be such a cute little subby boy🥺❤

I think he's just eager to please and its very endearing

He's really just focused on you throughout I love him

He's so sweet🥺❤

it doesn't matter how hard he is, if you're not satisfied it's a waste

Knight hasn't a dominant bone in his body

Everytime you go at it it's like he a virgin again💀💀

But listen that ain't a bad thing

He loosing his mind in you😩

This pussy should come with an asthma pump he in and out in and out breathing-- 

There is not one moment where he isn't drop dead pussy drunk

No cus he slurring his words, babbling nonsense, drooling, head blank

He's gone.

Completely left the chat.

No thoughts head empty.

The only think he can process is how tight and nice and warm and soft you feel😩😩

You have to talk to him to keep him conscious or else he will pass out

Sure he's focused on you but he will drown in your pussy juice if you not there with him

Knight will fuck himself stupid if not

If you ride him he'll sit there blushing, red as a fucking lobster breathing heavy as fuck.

He in a daze.

Again talk to him cus he will pass out

A little "you still in there sweetie?" or "Stay with me ok?" will do the trick, it's not hard to get his attention

Once he's past the drooling stage and his vision is no longer white he just wants his hands on you, he wants to touch you, feel you, be impossibly close to you

He still babbling nonsense tho.

"Good … so so good.. ughh!"

Cute♡

He'd honestly let you do whatever you want to him

Literally kiss all over his body and you can practically feel him start to heat up

I wanna leave a territorial hickey on his neck.

I feel like Knights just blushing throughout the entire ordeal

He'd probably like that shit like yass mark your territory😩😩

Knights a little fumble during foreplay

Don't matter how many times you've done this he still a little nervous

He puts foreplay at top priority when you go at it and honestly king😩 cus some *cough* of the mfs are impatient

His dick isn't big nah just average but that doesn't mean foreplay is any less important *cough*guy

Sporting a 6 incher nothing special but he likes to think it's amazing

And is.

You'll never not cum with Knight

He really wants you to be ready for him and honestly that sentence is music to my ears

He is on cloud nine but are you feeling good, are you ok, should he stop, do you like this, how's he doing?

At this point he wants you to vocalize you're thoughts

Knights efforts are just so sweet and endearing cus he's so serious about you being okay and ready it makes you even more willing to take him as is

You make love to Knight, yall don't fuck, yall make love.

Slow and steady wins the race

Yall holding hands and shit, holding each other, lots of L bombs

Even if you do pick up the pace out of needy desire, it's not like you fucking like mating rabbits

Knight is still babbling nonsense.

He stay asking if he's doing okay

He couldn't live with himself if he was doing a bad job💀

He wants to hear you say he's doing well

Call him a 'good boy' I dare you.

He'd cum on the spot.

He has the biggest praise kink omg-

Literally call him pretty while you stroke his hair and he's putty in your hands

He will hide his face in your hair and babble incoherently about how much he loves you or if he's close, or just whimpering into your neck

"Mgh! Close… s'close- are you- mm"

Knight moans like a bitch.

It's never a bad time with Knight♡

In the heat of yalls love making eventually yall just breathing into each other mouths, nose to nose, kissing, moaning, body to body, skin to skin contact

He likes looking at your sex faces

He thinks you're so damn pretty☺️

And the way you look at him has him holding on to every ounce of self control he has left

If he's losing his mind, so are you.

He'd be like no don't hide your face even tho he's doing the same damn thing💀

He wants to see you, he wants to look at you

He wants to watch you cu--

Yall fr two lovers intertwined

Like when yall get intimate, y'all really get intimate

The next morning Knights just slap happy with himself

Not cocky but he's like omg we just did that🥰

He's just smiling to himself remembering the night before

"... they were so pretty last night♡"

You'd think there was hearts in his eyes🥺❤

Then you wake up and he starts blushing cus IMPURE THOUGHTS GO AWAY‼

Pussy addict.

You gave him a taste and now he can't get enough.

Could spend all day between your legs licking sucking and slurping your shit up

He'll like stop breathing

He'd be very happy to quite literally drown in your pussy

Doesn't matter how many times you've cum already he's not finished yet.

Let the man enjoy his meal okay🙄🙄

Men who eat pussy for their pleasure go to heaven

And Rio Voleri, he's going to heaven.

He'll literally cum untouched while eating pussy he loves it so much

He LOVE LOVE LOVES when you sit on his face

Like I said he will stop breathing.

He wants to suffocate.

If Rio is to die he will die from drowning in your pussy juice.

That pussy killer™ 😩😩

This fucking glutton will eat you out until your damn near gonna pass out.

Other than that he's very attentive, he'll do whatever you want or need to get off

That pussy might be killer but Rio also a pussy killer👀👀

His tongue may be magical but his dick can do the damn thing😋

He listens to what you want and delivers

Memorizes your erogenous zones cus he likes making you feel good.

But he got a little bit too good at making you cum😳

But who's complaining👀

He learned where your clit was and suddenly couldn't leave it alone🙄

He likes just touching you sometimes, see how you react, what you want him to do to you vs what he should avoid, what you like, don't like

He likes the idea of experimenting with you

One of his favorite ways to make you cum other than eating you out is when he's making out with you while he circles your clit, he likes the way you moan against his mouth

I think he just likes playing in your puss--

He just likes making you cum multiple times

He really can't get enough of your reactions

As long as you can take it, be prepared for several orgasms at Rio's hand

He's a slut for eye contact.

He likes your sex faces so if it looks like he's staring at you don't worry he just didn't know you could make such an erotic face

And he'll compliment you on it unprovoked like he isn't literally balls deep inside you.

Speaking of balls deep, he has a very good sized meat stick

It's a very sexy dick

Above average but not too big, definitely a bit of a stretch, he has some girth to it, but like I said he wants to make you feel good so any pain or discomfort you feel he's on it, like he really wants this to be a good experience for you both

Pulling out my trusty dusty dusty ruler rn

He's got a good 8 inches of length and maybe 2-2½ inches of girth

He a thiCC boi😤😤

Rio doesn't know how big he is.

I mean sure he's seen himself but doesn't know that he's considered to be very fucking big-

The average vagina is about 6 inches deep and usually anything bigger than that would be painful without prep but ya know vaginas are very smart, they can adapt to the size of your partner like this memory foam or sum--

You're lucky Rio's a sweetheart that gets you nice and ready for him just cus he like how yo pussy taste-

Rio genuinely gets fuck drunk on you everytime you have sex

He loves how you feel and wouldn't mind being inside you forever

He fully slurring his words and babbling nonsense cus that pussy fire😩

Will overstimulate himself just cus he doesn't want it to end

He asks how you want to take him sometimes and it's like the hottest thing ever but like HOW TF DO YOU RESPOND TO THAT SHIT⁉️😖😖

Rios sex drive isn't all that high but at the same, yall can be eating donuts together and he'll be like "Alright I wanna make love to you now." just out the blue

You initiate sex most of the time but you have to be blunt with him cus I love him but this man can't take a hint to save his life

Times when he initiates sex are more like intimate moments or spur of the moment kind of things

Example, you're making out in his room and things just escalate, or your helping him in the garden and he looks at you a moment and suddenly has the urge to defile you

Overall Rio hits all the important marks and would try anything once if you really wanted to

Rio has the best dick out of all the princes.

Rio would cum inside then go down on you essentially sucking all his cum out of you😳

Hello⁉️😳✨✨

He would fuck you like no tomorrow then apologize for not being able to control himself despite how you were actually begging for more

I just think Rio would be such a good fuck

Waking up the next morning in Rios arms would be a blessing cus Rio would be so adorably clingy I love it

Morning tumble in the sheets👀👀

He wants you for breakfast😈

*chefs kiss*

@love-always-adelaide 🥺

/j

I didn't realize how long its been since my last post I been cleaning all day--