Numbers 52 and 56 for the Han brothers 🥺🙏
52. Fake death/presumed dead + 56. Mutual platonic/familial yearning (put that guy in a situation™!)
sorry i don't think the yearning got adequately explicitly shown but uh. Here you go!! thank you for the ask :3
(now on AO3!)
Some rituals don't leave a body.
The investigator's voice still rings in Han Yoohyun's ears even now.
Some rituals don't leave a body.
The echoes make it hard to listen to people. The guild officials give him sympathetic looks when they think he isn't paying attention.
What reason would he even have to pay attention to, if-
Some rituals don't leave a body.
He catches himself almost wondering if it would've hurt, but it wouldn't have, because it wouldn't have happened. It didn't happen. No body means no proof means he's still alive.
Somehow. Somewhere.
…Somehow.
Some rituals don't leave a body.
He keeps running a hand over the scars on his forearms, from when he cut Irin's bindings into himself. He bled a lot to get all the inscriptions done.
There was a lot of blood. Not his. None of it his. No blood means no proof means- well, you get it.
Some rituals don't leave a body.
The magical investigators are good at what they do. The one Han Yoohyun talked to seemed quite sure that the summoning circle was constructed correctly, despite the very clear evidence that something went wrong. What sort of demons have a deliberately flawed circle?
What sort of demons kill their summoners and not their sacrifice?
No body. No proof.
Some rituals don't leave a body.
Han Yoohyun is scratching at his scars; better stop that. He knows his brother doesn't like them as they are. He wouldn't want to open them up and make them worse, for whenever he-
Han Yoohyun's ears are ringing. It takes him a moment to realize it's not just an echo. "Yes," he says into his phone. His voice is hoarse; better speak more often, for whenever-
For-
He-
Some rituals don't leave a body.
Han Yoohyun all but falls out of the elevator, stumbles out the door like a drunken man, makes it across the street to the Haeyeon-affiliated cafe there by the grace of the heavens alone. His feet stall in front of the doors for a moment. Irin burns impatiently along his scars, but he can't make himself move.
The doors are frosted glass. He can see someone inside. The only person inside.
Some rituals don't leave a body.
Dark hair. Dark eyes. Dark clothes, perfect to hide any bleeding.
The cuts are scarred over. No bleeding. No proof.
Han Yoohyun can hardly breathe. Irin burns in his skin every minute of every day, but today it hurts.
Gold and black, perched on his shoulders, snake and mongoose and demons through and through. Han Yoojin smiles at him. It's a hollow thing. "Yoohyun-ah," he says.
His voice is hoarse.
Some rituals don't leave a body.
Han Yoojin lays out his terms. No. "Terms" is a generous word. Han Yoojin makes his plea.
It would pass straight through Han Yoohyun's ears, filtered out by the ringing, if he wasn't holding onto every word with a white-knuckled grip.
And still, he doesn't hear it right. He hears, I can help. He hears, I can be useful.
He hears, use me.
The investigator had said something else. The inscriptions for a sacrifice are the same as for a tool.
They were right, Han Yoohyun thinks.
Some rituals don't leave the body.
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my favorite head canon for the love action dsmp stuff is that the worse tommy gets in logstedshire the less the camera shows his face, most shots are either perspective shots, angles from far away that make him look tiny or show him from behind... does this make sense
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imagine for a moment, if you will, that you have to participate in an epic climactic battle against your mortal enemy. where will you be having your battle? (in a field or atop a crumbling tower perhaps?) what kind of weather do you want? (fog? rain? moonlight?) and what classic weapon do you fight with?
(optional: how does the fight end?)
this is a FANTASTIC question. it must happen in a field, once-white flowers that represent innocence and joy being crushed as my mortal enemy and i battle in the worsening mud. raining but not storming, you know? like a medium rain. we must still be able to gaze homoerotically into each others eyes. bonus points if we do it while we wipe ineffectually at the mud on our cheeks. a summer rain. and of course we will fight with swords. i want a longsword as my weapon. very classic. very chic.
(the fight ends with us both worn, tired, heaving breaths as we come together one last time and my sword is wrenched from my grasp, the rain water and mud finally causing me to lose my grip. i've never been the best at fighting. it was foolish to think i could best my enemy in physical combat. they are generous in that they give me a smile and a quick death.)
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You're right
Cammy and Djeeta would likely be having a pleasant conversation about various things while Belial and Seofon are getting ready to play Death Note-level mind games with each other. On one hand, I assume Cammy's Belial wouldn't know what Seofon and Djeeta's issue is exactly, but he knows himself, he can guesstimate that their version of him did something. He can tell. If anything, trying to outmaneuver the guy very obviously trying to cook up a plot to murder him is enrichment for the Primarch of Cunning
So yeah, best not to leave them unattended
It's enrichtment for both of them, I'm sure
Meanwhile the girls are just like
@goldenteaset I took the liberty of redoing that portrait of Cammy with this picrew for the sake of the shitpost, I hope that's okay. I'll take it down if not. In the meantime, I gave her those pointless hair clips so she can match with Belial's Oribe version :3
I also edited the sweat drop onto one of Djeeta's portraits from Relink because I put too much effort into things
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just thought about Sakyo throwing the autumn troupe chibigurumis (aside from himself) across the room whenever he gets annoyed at them
meanwhile the rest of autumn is just 🧍♂️
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