#✦ | mercenary work. ( ic. )

[meownotgood]

guys im totally serious when I say. once I'm done with this viktor fic I might brush up on my comics so I can write a fic for bucky, no idea what yet, but just. I need to. every time I play marvel rivals and he starts yelling again again again in my ear I start shaking like a fucking leaf in a storm!!!!!!

[afraidofchange]

@unfogged || LIKED for a Paladin's kiss.

A little too often, Rama has never sought the services of a healer, preferring to rely on her divine ability to heal her own wounds to a sufficient capacity until being able to rest. Yet, she finds herself too haggard and bloodied to muster it when her weaker companion needed it more than herself. Stumbling into the nearest town led the paladin to find aid, coming to rest at the hands of a healer for hire.

Strange, but not entirely in a place to complain nor question, Rama comes to rest for a few days at the home of this woman by name of Mary - a savior in her own right that kept her through healing stitches and a feverish infection. Grateful to the gods for once despite her occupation and sworn oath, she is thankful to have found someone like her.

In the days that have passed, recuperating to mostly full strength, Rama finds herself preparing to leave, repacking her replenished supplies, strapping herself into part of her armor when the now familiar sounds of Mary's feet come down the stairs into the guest room. With eyes on her, Rama turns and sets the pack down, for now.

"I am afraid I must return to my companions... we must continue our journey," She says in her low, rasp-ridden voice, though the smallest of smiles graces her scarred features as the distance between them closes, step by step. "I owe you my life... thank you."

As a parting gesture, Rama bows her head, but before she steps away, she accepts Mary's gentle embrace, careful of her healing wounds, pressing a kiss to the other woman's cheek.

[yzzart]

⋆˚࿔ WHO COULD RESIST A DEMON HUNTER GIRLFRIEND? ── HEADCANONS

୭˚. ᵎᵎ content warnings: F!+demon hunter!reader, parallel of this scenario, mention of Enzo, term "jackpoit" and DARKCOM, light content.

⭑.ᐟ By habit, and some intentionally unexpected encounters, of living with and witnessing certain works with Dante, you got used to his classic “jackpot”; it’s not your fault, come on.

⤷ He would say those words in almost anything, when he shoots and kills demons or mercenaries, when he throws a paper ball from the basket and hits it, when he hits a step in the DDR; practically, everything. — And you, his poor girlfriend, were a victim.

⤷ The first time you said this in Dante's presence was during one of the jobs Enzo had sent you, and that the white-haired boy decided to join out of sheer boldness, and while stabbing the demon to his death.

“I can’t believe i’m hearing this from you.” — On the one hand, you didn’t know if Dante was showing off, flattering or celebrating; maybe he was doing all three at the same time. — Readjusting some ammunition in your pistol, you found the situation funny, but you knew he would spend hours or days talking about it. — "I get so emotional, my eyes are burning."

“It’s your fault.” — You defended yourself, standing face to face with your boyfriend; including a defiant look, wanting to show certainty or trying to. — “Nobody told you to say that every single time.”

⭑.ᐟ Everything for you, in a fun and witty way, becomes a competition; from who could finish the job in the shortest time to who got the most points in the DDR. — Of course, in the dance competition, the victory was yours; since Dante tried to reproduce the character's dance rather than, in fact, the steps presented.

⤷ However, he was the one who finished the job the fastest. — That was no competition.

⭑.ᐟ Since you had Enzo, that cheeky and charismatic little guy, as a common client, it wasn't hard for you and Dante to perform duties together; that scoundrel knew about your relationship and wanted the "lovebirds" to enjoy these moments together. — Don't take it the wrong way, he thought you were really cute.

⤷ It's no wonder that Enzo declared himself to be your and Dante's "cupid." — He showed off to whoever was listening, or enduring, the day he made you two meet; obviously, he exaggerated his words too much.

⭑.ᐟ Dante flirted with you, cheekily, 24 hours a day, that was more than a fact. — That man never tired, even after conquering you, of teasing you or flirting with you; you could be at work, far from each other and communicating through messages, he never got tired of you. — It was harder than he imagined, trying to concentrate on something, even if it could cost him his death.

⤷ How many times, while they were contacting you to receive a job that could be valued at a lot of money, and that damn guy was behind you, pressing himself against your skin and making you shiver? — It was so ridiculous. — Just like in other situations, which were not few.

“There was a rumor going around that,” — Sitting at the wooden table, curling your lips as you cleaned one of your filthy weapons, you told the boy. — “you know that explosion on that street near the ice cream shop?” — Dante murmured in confirmation, he was on the other side of the room, taking off his shirt. — “so, possibly, DARKCOM had a hand in it, i don’t know.”

“Bae,” — Moving from where he was, Dante’s necklace swayed as he walked towards you; of course, your eyes went from your gun to that amulet. — “I love your voice, even if you’re talking about those little shits.” — Your boyfriend shamelessly stood between your thighs, taking the gun from your hand and doing the same job you were doing before. — “This one is really dirty, isn’t it? Have mercy.” — He laughed, receiving a murmur from your mouth, and gave you a quick kiss on the lips. — “You can continue, love.”

[kawasakiromanoff]

Come Home

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Mercenary fem!Reader

Summary: You finally come home from a long mission with Yelena to free another widow from the Red Room's control, littered with bruises from a drawn-out fight. After tending to your wounds, you and Natasha share a soft moment in the silence.

Warnings: Mentions of violence, non-graphic wounds, mentions of blood.

Word Count: 833

AN: First ever work on this blog! It's a short one, but I'm finally getting back into writing after half a decade away from it :>

The slamming of the door, something that would have had Natasha reaching for the pistol strapped under the coffee table in her youth, signalled nothing more than your irritated return as she paused the movie she had been watching. Before she got the chance to put the remote back down, a pair of arms wrapped their way over her shoulders, your chin coming to rest on the crown of her head, as a long sigh winded its way out of your lungs. 

“How was Canada?” She spoke, tone gentle as to not disturb the quiet moment that had formed between the two of you.

You muttered an incomprehensible answer, shifting to bury your face in crimson hair, hands holding tighter as she swivelled in your grip to face you fully. A short breath left her lips as she took in the bruise over your left eye, her gaze raking down your face, down to a hand-shaped splatter of blood covering your throat, the red hue tainting the collar of the ancient, grey, SHIELD issue shirt you sported.

She stood wordlessly, grasping a hand that she now noticed was equally spotted with blood, and led you to the kitchen, gently shoving you onto one of the barstools that rested against the kitchen island while socked feet padded over to the bathroom in search of the first aid kit that the two of you kept well stocked.

Nat peeked her head around the corner of the doorframe as she heard muffled curses, looking back at your perched form to see you struggling to lift your bloodied shirt over your head, arms flailing in sleeves that bunched around the biceps. With a low chuckle, she silently shuffled over, kit in hand, before setting it down on the counter and reaching out to slow frantic movements.

“Let me,” she muttered, hands slipping up bruised skin to life the shirt from your form, revealing scrapes and bruises from a violent life led, “What happened here?” she questioned, fingers skirting over a particularly nasty bruise over your ribs.

“Y’know, you guys could’ve warned me that the red room taught you how to kick like a goddamn kangaroo. That widow almost sent me off of the damn roof with that one” you chuckled, brushing your hand over the aforementioned bruise as you watched her open the zipper and pull out a tube of ointment and a couple of rolls of bandages.

“Kangaroo? Really? I would’ve taken you for more of a Jackie Chan girl, honestly.” She mused, popping open the cap of an antiseptic bottle to clean out a particularly nasty gash on your arm.

You shook your head with a smile, gritting your teeth at the sting of antiseptic before glancing back up at her, meeting a thoughtful gaze.

“You got her though, right?” She worried, eyes flitting back to your battered torso, guilt clouding over her features for a moment before she schooled them, unrolling a roll of bandages to cover the gauze pad she’d placed over the wound.

You nodded, leaning back against the counter as you spoke. “Yeah, Lena caught her trying to head down the fire escape and freed her.”

She hummed noncommittally, focused eyes raking over her work. Bandages wrapped around your ribs, bruises with ice packs held over them with cold fingers. “You should’ve let me help you, then maybe you wouldn’t-”

“Hey. I knew what I signed up for when you and Yelena asked me to help free the rest of the widows. And god knows you’ve already got your hands full with all the Avengers shit you’ve got going on. I can deal with a few bruises and scrapes here and there if it means keeping the world off your shoulders, Nat.” You spoke, hands sweeping to rest over hers.

“Plus I’m pretty sure Yelena would kill me if I took away our sister-in-law bonding time.” you said with a grin, head lowering so you could meet guilt-ridden eyes.

“She would kick your ass.” She mumbled, a small smile growing on her lips.

“So hard.” You chucked.

“So hard.” She echoed, eyes finally rising to meet yours, as you sat for a moment, just taking it in with quiet shared breaths.

Natasha leaned forward, a wordless message catching between you as you echoed her movement, foreheads meeting as you both let your eyes flutter shut, silence enveloping the room as you share breath in a rare quiet moment with the ruthless work that you two did.

It had been a long time since the two of you were in your shared apartment for longer than a few days, with Natasha flying out to the compound to attend to her Avengers duty, and you being sent out every time a new widow was found, but in the rare moments of peace like this, it was all you and Natasha could do to hold onto each other and reassure the other that you were, here, present, and you weren’t going anywhere anytime soon.

[ladymrf]

I should make a long fanfic out of this idea….

...

clark didn't think much about young just us, when he did it was accompanied by a huge headache from the time the team was active and with every word he heard from Kon about them his life shortened ten years.

when Kon moved to their apartment in Metropolis to finish his last year of high school and later college, Clark didn't think that this meant that his entire team would be stuck in his house often.

it starts a week after Kon moved in, Clark's oldest son (because they were father and son, there was no point in running away from that and they understood that, although it seemed like the rest of the world didn't understand their relationship like they did.) was being a sweetheart in helping to take care of Jon, because Clark and Lois worked irregular hours and yes they could drop Jon off at school in the morning, but who the hell would pick the kid up in the afternoon and watch him until they got home for dinner? Take him to the dentist? The library? To the park to play with his friends? To school events? Well, Kon was doing that and damn Clark loved him so much.

So Kon asks: Hey can I invite a friend over tomorrow?

And of course he could, because it was Saturday, Jon would be home all day, Clark and Lois would be home at noon and Kon needed a break from being an 11 year old boy.

It starts with Tim, Clark arrives to find the third Robin on the couch playing video games with his kids, he doesn't even get scared, half the words Kon says in a day are Tim's name.

So the next week, Jon mentions spending the afternoon with Kon and Cassie Sandsmark at the park one day, having ice cream with Bart Allen the next and that on Friday they all got together at the skate park so Tim could teach him how to skate.

And Clark is fine, they are good kids, good heroes who are being babysat for free just to spend time with Kon and damn what good friends they are.

The following month he finds seven young people and his son making bracelets in his living room on Saturday night, the teenagers spend the night and Lois is simply in love with all of them and Clark too, because damn, they are good kids and excellent company.

Then before he knows it, Bart Allen has dinner with them once a week, Cissie King Jones gives celebrity gossip to the Planet, Tim Drake is at his house so many times a week that he starts helping Lois with journalistic cases (it's scary to see your wife and a malnourished teenager dismantling a corrupt company), Cassie Sandsmark starts talking to Clark about the Titans as if they were bar buddies and Clark complains about the League coming back, Greta Hayes sends them so many good handmade products that Lois drinks a different tea every day during the week without repeating the flavor and Anitta is very good with fashion, they all get exclusive pieces from her future brand.

("Tim will finance it," she told them when she explained why they were all using Clark's living room as a studio in the middle of the week. "But first, I need to get started, so everyone is working." and Clark sat down and helped, because his mother taught him many things and sewing was one of them, he taught Jon that afternoon.)

(He comments to Ma about the children and the woman just shrugs, saying that Kon's friends live on the farm too, she must have forgotten to tell Clark that they run in packs.)

("Except in Gotham, they don't come near Gotham," Ma tells him with a certain serious tone. "They hate that place and everything there that isn't Tim.")

One fine day, Clark is in the Tower on duty and then everything explodes because the Lantern Corps calls to warn that a ship identified from Earth is chasing a troop of mercenaries through space and when the image opens to show Impulse's ship flying by, Clark's first thought is "Damn, they're going to miss the premiere of the Cissie's new movie" and not a loud "What the fuck?" (Wally was kind enough to exclaim for everyone)

He just sighs and tells them to leave the kids alone, because they know what they're doing, the entire League starts screaming.

(Red Tornado looks at him knowingly, he says to Clark: Oh, they got you too.)

(Yes, they did.)

[arsonwithextrasteps]

A/N: this is the first fanfic I'm sharing out into the world so I hope you all like it! It's more general vibes then a real x Reader but it's still fun nonetheless :)

TF2 x (gn) Reader

Daily Diner Routine

You were a citizen of Teufort. Nothing special about you, you had a normal job working at a diner, you had a small house, nothing fancy, but it was home and you enjoyed the consistency of this rinse and repeat life. 

That was until things got…weird. Not just weird, just insane. These men - well most of them were men, there was this one in a gas mask who looked like an omen of something and a woman who constantly looked stressed about something. Anyways , this group of people…. Well the town hated them for one reason or another. You didn't see the big issue at the start, then they started to visit the diner after, what you assumed, was a day's work. 

You soon learned what that work was after having served them a few times and seeing their bruised bodies or the bits of blood splattered on their outfits. You'd often find yourself cleaning tables and booths around them slower, keeping an ear out as the loud Bostonian boasted about their skills or ragged on another coworker about their performance. They were mercenaries, known killers throughout the city , dangerous people who…

Well, you were confused. They all talked, laughed, joked like any other visitor to the diner, they had their own preferences to the food, what drinks they liked - you supposed this is what made them so dangerous,  they could fool anyone…or maybe that as the paranoia as you watched the Bostonian (which you've come to learn has the title of ‘scout’ thanks to how much the team said his name,) knock over his milkshake not only onto him, but the fancy looking man next to him dressed in a suit that could most definitely pay your rent for months.  

“ merde-! Scout, you idiot - do you have any idea how much this suit costs?! More than you'll ever seen in your-” 

“Hey! I brought you some paper towers and a cloth to clean up - the drink will be replaced too, since you just got it” your voice cut in before the older French man could cut into the nervous looking American any more then he had already. 

You helped clean up the table as the suited man grumbled to himself, taking off his blazer and giving it such a careful wipe down as Scout quickly got up to get a refill of his milkshake. Like a coward. 

You gathered up the empty plates and cups before looking around the table, giving a friendly smile. “ Anything else you'd like whilst I'm here?” you asked the table, notebook in hand. A few gave each other looks, a little mumble here and there for a moment before the bright eyed German doctor spoke up with an even brighter smile. 

“Ja , could we have a top up on coffee, a strawberry milkshake and two plates of pancakes with uh… Herr Sniper what did you want again- “ he muttered, staring at the man who was sitting inside with sunglasses on. The aussie gave a short, quiet reply back as the medic nodded. 

“Ja, okay - can we get the waffles with ice cream on?” 

You nodded along, writing down the order before giving a firmer nod. “Can do, is that everything?” the table all nodded. "Perfect! That'll be with you shortly” you flashed another simple smile before turning on your heels back towards the kitchen.

Yes, these were killers, strange people who were doing god knows what during the day, but right now?  They were just your weird regulars who sometimes showed up with a little too much dirt and grime on them, but they tipped well, treated you decently and well, that's all you could ask for. 

Mercs or not, you enjoyed their little routine of coming to the diner , it gave the place a little more life in your normal life, with your normal job. 

[sparkly-sediment]

tf2 merc sick day headcanons?

TF2 mercs vs common cold headcanons

thank you for the ask!! always feel free to send them in 🥰🥰

Scout

Pitiful victorian child withering away, pleading mama to please carry him to the garden to witness one last merciful sunset

Sniffling and shivering. His nose is raw from blowing it and he sounds so congested Medic lowkey thinks he’s playing it up

Coughs with tongue out like a small cat

Scouts spent most of his life trying not to be the little bitch of the family. But he’s the youngest brother, mommy’s favorite, and emotionally sensitive

Predisposed puss boy 😔 acts like he has malaria when really brother is experiencing flu season

He stops getting flu shots when he becomes a mercenary because he Doesn’t trust Medic and notices it helps!

When Miss Pauling visits the base and he’s sick as fuck it’s the most she’s ever been attracted to him

Which is minimal due to her lesbianism

Soldier

He purposely infects the others

Mf is the reason there is a sick day 😭 He’ll cough and hack all over your personal space and get mad about it

Like how dogs get aggressive when they’re injured

Okay look I love Soldier but he is an ASSHOLE when he’s sick

He pushes through any and all physical aliments to keep working (Medic ties him down. He escapes) and drags sick coworkers along with him

Scout looks like he’s about to fucking die and Soldier is trying to yell at him to quit being a pansy but he can’t even yell without hacking up a lung

Literally hacks up a lung at dinner and collapses with blood spilling out of his mouth. Chaos ensues

RUINS pasta night. But it follows his cycle

Become sick, ignore, fight, crash out, sleep for 72 hours, and lock in

Would be an anti masker 😭

Engineer

Fairly reasonable. He feels like shit, gets his job done, and retires to his quarters 🐴 🤠

He has to take the rest of the day in bed after passing out (thick overalls +fever do NOT work)

Weary and acts much older than he is… starts getting progressively sentimental the longer he’s sick and talking about his memories as a boy

Will walk with a hand on his lower back when he has a cold as if his body is shutting down

Curls up into a little ball and only drinks chicken noodle soup which Soldier makes for him

there are piece of metal in it but he spits them out. Iron is good for you anyway

Texans so drinks whisky mixed with his cough syrup

vomits profusely on the side durning matches which leaves both teams concerned+repulsed

Medic

Shockingly, he really doesn’t get sick

Over worked and sleep deprived usually make a ho more susceptible to illness, especially when he’s around bodies that are opened the varying degrees

And you know that mf is not sanitary okay

Medic said fuck PPE we ballin

Eventually Medic falls gravely ill

He’s in bed with an ice pack on his head and mercy thermometer like a cartoon child

Wears a nightcap. I know this for a fact

Since he’s the team’s Medic when he gets sick, everything spirals. It’s like mom left to visit family and dad is not involved in his children’s lives because 😭 the descent is swift

Engineer picks up what paperwork he can but Medic is the team’s daddy and without hum they are lost!! And fighting!! And Scout is getting blood everywhere!!

Medic hibernates in his bedroom hidden behind the medbay. Heavy checks up one him, brings food and water, and will sit and read from his favorite books

Medic doesn’t speak Russian and has a raging headache but he loves it so complies

Definitely some sort of “I’m Doctor now” dialogue and they giggle but when Heavy leaves the birds attack him for food

The birds flock to him and guard his bed. They only let Heavy through. The doves bring Medic small gifts and trinkets, usually tongue depressors and coins. They’ve sworn allegiance long ago

Heavy

He’s a throw up kind of guy. It’s giving emesis red (vomiting blood 😰)

Heavy still lives in the mindset that sickness=death. It’s gotten better over the years but after his time in the Gulag watching disease spread like wildfire and death extinguish it, he absolutely loathes being sick and does all he can to avoid it

Obsessive handwashing, won’t sit directly next to someone while eating if they sniffle

He likely gets sick from taking care of Medic and views it as a betrayal

Should’ve left him to the birds

Heavy is very defensive and avoidant if he’s sick. He does his best to keep it a secret and ups his macho acts for reasons previously mentioned

At first Medic is like “wtf” since he didn’t anticipate his bae being so on edge but when he learns why they hold each other and murmurs sweet things

Heavy recovers very quickly though and bounces WAY back. A day in bed with electrolytes and emotional healing and he is rocking his shit again!

Wakes up one morning with a small silver coin and a single white feather on his nightstand

The council thanks him

Sniper

The common cold ravages this man

Chris Trager from Parks n Rec. One grain of sand comprises his delicate microchip

Sniper is mentally tough but his body is delicate tbh. He’ll feel fine but then he has a fever of 104 and the walls are taking

He disappears into his camper van and after a few days the others start to worry

Scout and Engineer do a wellness check and find Sniper passed out, face down on the camper floor, with jars of radioactive piss on the counter

Sick Jarate ends lives immediately upon contact

Severe dehydration and he probably has wicked diarrhea. Medic has to give him an IV and nurse him back to health like an injured dove

Doves fw Sniper and by their blessing he heals

Sniper gets primal when he’s sick and builds a nest and stops grooming. Sweaty, messy hair, dirty tank top. When Scout sees him the runner nearly combusts

Sniper hocks snot into empty cans

Spy

Very fussy when sick. Refuses to be put down for a nap

Spy’s voice gets super nasally and ragged when sick and occasionally he’ll lose it all together

Nasal drip means this man is hacking and gasping for breath 😍

He carries a handkerchief like an old ass man and keeps it meticulously folded in his suit pocket

Groans a lot when he moves. He’ll still smoke though, just a bit more slowly, and it really genuinely does make things worse

Spy goes to the medbay for cold medicine and Medic is appalled to see him light up a cigarette. Spy gets an ass chewing for that one 😔

Because of being a chronic heavy smoker his lungs are bot doing great. His breathing is ragged, he’s wheezing and constantly out of breath. When he gets into a coughing fit, he struggles to regain himself and it scares him

Probably the one who infects Sniper. Goes to back stab, spit droplets transfer, contamination occurs

Spy retires to his smoking room and passes out on the chair. He wakes up drenched in sweat and disoriented

Stumbles back to his room and drinks a bottle of something brown

Next morning back on the grind (not

He stays sick but pretends he isn’t since it doesn’t feel suave enough for him

Demoman

He doesn’t realize he’s sick!! The pounding headache, tummy ache, exhaustion, and chills pass off as a terrible hangover

When his symptoms aren’t alleviated by drinking, he starts to take note

Medic offers him some strong cold medicine but says Demo can’t drink on it

So obviously a no-go. Tavish is rawdogging the cold and is loudly whining about it

Not whining like Scout, but like an overstimulated neurodivergent child crying as their mother rushes them out of walmart and apologizes profusely for bringing them after school (ifykyk)

Weeps from the weight of it all and it is actually sad 😭 the others unite to take care of him

Accidentally blows open half the base because sickness and explosives don’t go well together

Eventually our sniveling Scotsman caves and takes the medication. Within two hours he downing a bottle of scrumpy and then he is fucking gone

He isn’t on Earth anymore. His body might be, but Demo has ascended

He projectile vomits in a bathroom stall and does not clean it

Crawls outside because he thinks he’s dying and when Sniper makes his morning walk from his van to the base, he finds Demo face down in the dirt

Sniper considers leaving him there but feels too guilty

Second most pitiful of the mercs

Pyro

It’s the only time they’ll willingly enter the medbay

On the outside, Pyro sick isn’t too different from Pyro healthy. It’s hard to tell if someone has a cold when they live in a rubber suit

Cries out in the middle of breakfast and lays their head on the table in defeat. The room clears expect for Engineer, who eventually pries out that Pyro isn’t feeling her best

I feel like Pyro snorts coke to get through the work day and then they collapse in bed

Most pitiful of all the mercs and makes you wanna nurture them back to health like a small animal or perhaps bird

When Pyro gets the chills they have one solution. It is not a good solution.

Find them sitting in the middle of a roaring blaze because she cold

[salaimoi]

𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 — 𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒆 𝒆𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉

[˚୨୧⋆. 𝒔𝒚𝒑𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒔] after his wife’s death, you became toji fushiguro’s only reliant shoulder. however, unbeknownst to you, your deceased friend’s ex-husband had ulterior motives in mind when he began to pursue you.

[˚୨୧⋆. 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆] angst

[˚୨୧⋆. 𝒘𝒄] 2.k

[˚୨୧⋆. 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔] yellow is reader’s pov, blue is toji’s pov. it might sound repetitive and rushed bc i just wanted to get this out of my drafts. i know billie’s song came out like ages ago so it wouldn’t make sense to release this any later than it already is

𓂃 ོ𓂃 Things fall apart, and time breaks your heart. I wasn't there, but I know.

toji always reassured you a million times; he wasn’t heartbroken over his split with his ex-wife, not in the slightest. he rarely opened up about his past, let alone his previous relationships. and yet, deep down, you knew he hadn’t properly processed their rupture.

the most he ever disclosed to you was the fact that there was nothing left to salvage in his old relationship — so he moved on, and so did she. 

but was that the entire truth? 

you noticed the prolonged glances he would take when opening his wallet. the empty look behind his eyes when he stared down at his naked ring finger. even the faint sniffling at night that he tried convincing you were nothing more than allergies. but you knew he was silently mourning her. 

her – the real love of his life.

She was my girl. I showed her the world, but fell out of love and we both let go. ⋆࿐

i made it my life goal to tend to her happiness. the only reason for my very existence was to see that she had everything she could ever want. hell, that’s the only thing i’ve ever been good at.

i never kept anything from her — except my line of work. i couldn’t bring myself to tell her the man she fell in love with was a deadbeat mercenary who bathed in the blood of others for a living. as much as i tried to protect her from that side of my life, she eventually went digging her nose where it wasn’t needed. 

the aftermath of her discovering the truth about my hidden agenda came at the price of our relationship. 

she couldn’t withstand the constant pain of being by my side any longer, to turn in bed only to see a bastard by her side. she wholeheartedly believed that the man that now stood before her was no longer the one she fell in love with. 

somehow i didn’t blame her.

She was cryin’ on my shoulder. All I could do was hold her.

i still remember it so vividly — how her body trembled against mine like a leaf. tears coursed down her cheeks as she clung to me like a lifeline, seeking comfort in the midst of her anguish. as selfish as it may sound, the weight of her sorrow became almost too much to bear. 

i couldn't offer excuses or apologies; these were empty gestures that wouldn't alleviate the agony she felt at that moment. instead, i stood there, silently holding her, offering my presence as the only comfort.

the guilt washed over me in waves as i cradled her, feeling her heart shatter a little more with each sob. i knew i was the cause of her pain, yet i couldn’t tell her the whole truth. all i could do was hold her, wishing i could undo the past.

𓂃 ོ𓂃 Only made us closer until July.

the moment he began pursuing you when enough time had gone by, it immediately felt wrong. he was your friend’s ex-husband, after all. toji had never looked at you twice before, and now, he suddenly had lustful eyes for you? 

you eventually conceded because you wanted to be there for him, giving him the benefit of the doubt that he had no ulterior motives. but one way or another, every conversation at dinner circled back to her. 

“oh she loved mashed potatoes.” 

“fun fact, she had a strawberry allergy.” 

“did you know this brand of vanilla ice cream was her favorite?”

and as much as it pained you, you became a reliant ear for him — someone who would listen to all the little details he swore he had forgotten the day she divorced him. even if every bone in your body wanted to run in the opposite direction, far, far away from him, you stayed. 

maybe all he needs is time, you told yourself.

right?

Now I know that you love me. You don't need to remind me. I should put it all behind me, shouldn't I? ⋆࿐

your affection always remained a constant in my turbulent world, like a gentle rain that falls softly even amidst the storm. but the longer the internal storm went on, the more ravenous the regret and guilt raged on. i found myself unable to fully comprehend the depth of your love for me, but deep down, i knew that your love was unwavering. 

i knew that in order to truly move on, i had to let go of the past and embrace the present; you represented that fresh start i so urgently needed. but the thought of her still lingered, a constant reminder of what once was but should no longer be. it was as if i was being consumed by my own memories, unable to break free. as if a part of me still longed for the past. 

the weight of my conflicting emotions burdened my every waking moment, leading me to push you away with no explanation. feelings for the both of you coexisted, and i couldn't fully commit to one without betraying the other. every time i looked at you, guilt would wash over me for putting you through this hell.

 likewise, every time i looked at her picture, i felt like a traitor for ever moving on as soon as i did.

But I see her in the back of my mind all the time. Just like a fever, like I’m burning alive, like a sign. ⋆࿐

beneath the mask of indifference, i was plagued by shame. it was hard to accept that the girl who once consumed my thoughts was no longer part of my life, and looking at you, i realized that your love knew no bounds; that wasn’t enough for me. 

i hadn’t stopped loving her. 

it felt like a fever that never broke. an unrelenting heat that burned deep inside me, reminding me of the girl who dwelled in the back of my mind all those years ago.

every word about my past, every little detail about my ex, felt like a confession at church – a church where my sins would be revealed to the world. 

talking about my past wouldn’t magically absolve me of my past, now would it? redemption was never an option for me, and i wasn’t asking for it. instead of trying to cleanse myself of my history, i decided to leave it all behind like a forgotten box in an attic. 

𓂃 ོ𓂃 Well, good things don't last, and life moves so fast. I'd never ask who was better 'cause she couldn't be more different from me.

he told you to let it go — to let it die like she did that fateful day. it was no use keeping her memory alive, he said, but if that was the case, why did he take her last name months later? 

not to mention they spent years together — even conceived a child together; a child he named after her, but that detail never seemed to make its way to you. 

everyone told you to stop comparing yourself, but how could you not? she was everything you weren’t even after death: soft spoken, graceful, gentle, patient, loving. 

you didn’t dare ask such a redundant question so you didn’t voice it, but your continuous comparison to her was eating you alive; toji noticed it. you hadn’t slept with him in almost a month, internally afraid he’ll blurt out her name instead of yours.

𓂃 ོ𓂃 And I know that you love me. you don't need to remind me.

he went out of his way to send more ‘i love u’ messages than before; they seemed forced, just like your relationship. 

she had previously informed you of things that found their way to the most profound recesses of your mind. you didn’t flinch at the time, because you were mesmerized that he did such things for her, but it affected you later on. 

you learned bitter truths that made you doubt his love for you. and when you finally realized he didn’t do any of the things she spoke of, it dawned on you; toji didn’t love you. 

not like he loved her. 

𓂃 ོ𓂃 You say no one knows you so well but every time you touch me, I just wonder how she felt.

you’d stay up late at night countless times wondering what toji’s affectionate touch actually felt like. it was something only she ever knew, and you’d do anything to get a semblance of that feeling. 

but it was obvious no one knows the real him — not like she did.

despite everything, you decided to give this relationship one last try by booking a hotel for the both of you. everything inside you screamed that it was a horrible idea, but you did it anyway.

𓂃 ོ𓂃 Valentine's Day, cryin’ in the hotel. I know you didn’t mean to hurt me, so I kept it to myself.

and he finally did it. he mistakenly blurted out her name on the most romantic day of the year. 

“i-i’m sorry.” toji rushed to apologize, grabbing a hold of your arm so you wouldn’t walk out the door.

“I wonder, do you see HER in the back of your mind, in my eyes!?” was the only thing you could force yourself to reply in that moment, breaking away from his grip in the process.  

“i do,” toji dejectedly admits with a hint of sorrow behind his voice. or was it indignity?

he pauses, absentmindedly digging his nails into the tender flesh of his balled up fist as he grapples with his conscience. all along, he knew the day to finally hold himself accountable would come, but he didn’t think it would’ve been like this. 

his mind involuntarily wandered, and in the depths of your gaze, he saw glimpses of his deceased wife — a ghost that lingered in the back of his subconscious even after all this time.  

memories of her flood his mind, and for a brief moment, the both of you merge into one — his past and present colliding into one. the familiar shade of your irises, the identical shine behind them, the bright glimmer of light behind them when you smiled — all of it brought a pang of bittersweet nostalgia to him. 

silence overtook the room like a storm, and with it, your heart. so he does see a reflection of his dead wife when he stares into your eyes — the eyes he promised captivated him to no bounds. 

“was all of it a lie, then?” 

“no.” 

“how was it not a lie, toji?”

“it wasn’t a lie, doll-“ 

“don’t call me that.” you interrupt him with words almost sharp enough to cut him, a slight tremble behind your voice. 

tears immediately welled up in the delicate corners of your eyes, threatening to spill over at any moment. his expression softened at the sight; however, his reluctance to approach you remained. he knew he was the reason behind your hurt, just like he was the cause of hers all that time ago. history does indeed repeat itself, doesn’t it? 

he wished he could find the words that would help ease your pain — the exhaustion and heartache you felt. to take it all away with a mere sentence, that would be quite incredible. but that’s not how life works.

“okay.” he finally whispered, inhaling a deep breath in a mix of defeat and remorse before continuing. “i promise none of it was a lie; i meant every word. i really meant it when i said i adored your eyes…” 

he dry swallows a couple of times, as if doing so would suppress the sorrow lodged in his throat. his eyes darted around the room, as to not meet your own out of the unbearable guilt that simply refused to be consumed. 

the hesitation behind his subtle actions was a telltale that there was a ‘but’ hidden underneath the surface-level flattery. and with an equal amount of incertitude and delay behind your own words, alongside with a hoarse voice, you brace yourself for the moment he finally admits this so-called love of yours was nothing but an illusion.

“but?” 

“…but they’re not her eyes.” 

part 2 here.

[onceonafullmoon]

Ikepri Yandere chart (least to most dangerous)

(These are just my interpretations on the 8 princes ofc, and I’ll def do another hc collection for the other suitors if y’all want!! The princes in the color lists below aren't in any particular order, so you can rearrange them in your head) Warnings: implied kidnapping, violence (towards reader and other people), murder, noncon elements and manipulation

Green- not a threat Orange- you’re on thin ice Red- pretty dangerous Pink- you’re screwed

Yves

The most sane prince of the bunch arguably, so he’s also the least likely to become a yandere and the least dangerous one.

He’s too soft and sensitive to manipulate, and he doesn’t have too many connections in Rhodolite due to his Obsidian heritage. The only thing he really has going for him is talent with the sword… which isn’t all that great.

But while Yves doesn’t have that many talents, he’s a hard worker and he’ll definitely do his best to keep you by his side, no matter what.

Honestly, it’s more like dealing with a really annoying pushy guy who can’t take no for an answer than anything really scary, but there’s always the underlying fear that he might snap on you whenever you’re alone.

Nokto

Nokto is pretty unstable and sensitive despite the front he puts up, but that doesn’t mean he’s not dangerous.

Nokto has plenty of connections, so not only are you at risk of being hunted down by a rich benefactor’s mercenaries, any attempt of escape to another country be thwarted by his foreign allies

But don’t let his sly nature fool you, Nokto is deep down just a brat who wants to be held. And despite his manipulative nature, he’s hesitant to use those tactics on you because he truly does want you to love him back.

He’ll definitely try to come onto you a few times, but the likelihood of him forcing himself on you is practically non-existent, and he’s too squeamish to hurt you.

That’s being said, you’re still trapped with him for a lifetime, and you might just end up giving in.

Jin

With his aversion to love and the fear of becoming like his father, Jin becoming a yandere isn’t too likely… but sometimes fixation on not being something leads to being like it.

Jin’s a pretty physically tough guy and he’s well enough like by the people, so he’s got a few connections, but the most terrifying thing about him is the way he can get you to let down your guard.

He always uses whatever you’ve confided to him in secret against you by gently nudging you to go along with his ideas… after all, you trust him, don’t you? And if that doesn’t work, blackmail is definitely on the table.

Jin isn’t too scary, but he’s a bit… much at times, just a bit forceful when manhandling you. But he’ll never force you himself on you, swearing to himself that he’s at least better than his father in that sense.

Clavis

Oh sweet Clavis… despite his mischievous demeanor he really is just a pure hearted guy… that being said his desperate need to be loved can twist him.

Clavis has skills with the sword, shady business partners, and most terrifying of all, a very inventive and brilliant mind though he often underestimates himself.

I mean, (spoilers) he literally keeps an entire colony of people a secret from all the other princes (save Chevalier), how hard can it be to hide away one more person?

Not to mention, while he’ll never hurt you or force you to do anything you don’t want to do, he’s not above doing anything to put you in a more… vulnerable state.

You’re just going to have to pray he doesn’t figure out how to concoct a love “potion” for your own sake.

Leon

You might be surprised by his ranking here, but Leon despite the fact that he might not be very likely to be a yandere, is *very* dangerous.

Not only is he a talented swordsman, he has something that most of the other princes don’t have, a social life.

Okay, jokes aside, Leon is so likable and well respected that even if you do escape, hardly anyone will believe you, or if they do, they won’t even bother to care.

Leon isn’t completely deranged though, he’ll still allow you to push back and fight against him, but he has his limits too you know? Just don’t push too far, he’s not above roughing you up just a bit.

Chevalier

Yeah, you probably expected that he’d be pretty high up, huh? Well while he’s unlikely to fall in love, when he falls, he falls hard.

Chevalier might not have connections, but who needs connections when everyone is afraid of your sharp mind and skill with the sword? Not that escape from him is very likely anyway with his smarts.

The thing about Chevalier though, is despite his demeanor, he’s against unnecessary violence, so any worry about him attacking you in anyway is entirely unnecessary.

That being said, you’re not sure if the about the people you care about are in the same boat, and he knows that, so he uses that fear to keep you in check.

But he’s a genius after all, he’s sure he can make you fall for him eventually, it’s only a matter of time.

Licht

I bet you didn’t expect the babiest of baby boys to be so high up, but make no mistake, a man with nothing to live for has nothing to lose… except you, and he’ll do anything to keep you with him.

Licht is rumored to be one of the top swordsmen along with Leon and Chevalier, and while he doesn’t have any connections himself, Nokto is pretty willing to go along with whatever his twin brother wants.

But the thing that makes him so scary is the fact that he’s completely obsessed with you, he worships you, don’t you know?

Unlike the other princes before on this list, he has no qualms killing people if it’ll keep you with him. And he’s so obsessed he might force himself onto you if he thinks it’ll keep you around.

Be gentle with him. Not for him, but for you.

Luke

I mean, isn’t he basically already a yandere from what we’ve seen on his route? Platonically or romantically, if you catch this man’s attention, he’s going batshit insane for you.

It’s true that he’s the prince with the least resources having only known of his royalty for a few months, but he’s also the prince most willing to risk everything because of it.

After all, what care does he have for this kingdom? He only needs you, and he’ll do whatever he needs to keep you with him.

It also doesn’t help you that he has (spoilers) connections with the literal prince of Obsidian. If he needs to he can just grab you and cross the border.

And he’s honestly not above breaking a few of your bones if it means keeping you with him, though he might not force himself on you… hopefully. Just try not to set him off, he’s like a firework ready to explode at any minute.

[venuswarmlight]

I was hoping to request a jealous Mizu x reader, like maybe she sees reader joking around with Tenzin and she gets really jealous. Idk maybe something along those lines ig. Tbh you can do whatever really, I just want some jealous Mizu x reader stuff. Sorry if this sounds too vague😓, Anyway thank you 🩷🖤

I hope I didn’t read this too late! A lot of things happened but what matters now is that I can keep writing. Hope you enjoyed it, i did it femreader bc I assumed you wanted it that way(I ALSO DIDNT FIND A GIF FOR THIS IM SO SORRY itS BEEN MONTHS I DONT USE TUMBLR)

Warnings: nsfw at the end. Not very proofread. Taigen acting like a man in the 1600’s. BAD ENGLISH.

Notes: Reader is an archer. Idk I’ll be adding more

Jealous!Mizu x Fem!Reader.

Having a mercenary girlfriend was the best thing that happened to you, from the first time you two met until now your only work was following her like a puppy through the villages and kicking asses to the ground like the badass you were, and of course the cozy nights were you both trained your fighting skills next to a lake just to end it by making out until her hands were already in your chest, desperate for blowing off some steam. Your life next to Mizu was great, yeah, but thanks to an unfortunate serious of events you weren’t the only ones in a campfire nearby that forest lake. At least for now.

“I’ll see if there’s another rabbit out there.” Mizu got up from the snowy ground, and looked at you. “Scream if Taigen gets too nosy.” She said as she dead-stared at the man sitting next to you.

“I’ll be fine, but thank you.” You smiled at her and went back to polishing your arrows, while Taigen was doing literally anything but looking at you with curiosity.

After a few minutes you finally broke the ice between you and him, your voice as soft as a feather while you spoke “You’re staring, you know that?”

He immediately realized and turned his head to the campfire smoke, loosing himself in the front view. “I’m sorry, I’m just.. Surprised.” He answered later, hesitant.

“Of what?” Your eyebrows furrowed, and you lifted your gaze to look at him, concerned.

“Well, women like you are not usually seen in these conditions.. Much less with a man like him.” His words intrigued you, what did he meant by this? You inhaled deeply as you kept doing your work, finally storing the arrows in their respective case.

“I find myself very comfortable where I am right now, I don’t know what you m-”You were interrupted by Taigen, he turned himself getting in front of you.

“You’re too pretty to be an archer instead of living in an estate with a rich man.”

Oh. So this is what he meant. Your eyes widened and you started laughing, covering your mouth of embarrassment, honestly it was uncomfortable and out of place but you decided to take it as a compliment AND as a dare. Purposely changed the subject to avoid personal questions and scolded him, pushing him playfully. “Hey! My appearance has nothing to do with my abilities.”

Taigen chuckled, not pushing you back but being more confident with his approaching attitude. “I’m just saying the truth, you should-”

“Oh, yeah, that’s enough!” You jumped onto him, making him fall into the snow and taking him by surprise, his head bounced a bit on the ground, disoriented.

“What is wrong with you!?”

“Can’t fight a woman back? You must be shitting your pants right now, what a shame.” You spilled, sarcastically, but that dominance fell when he grabbed your hands placed in his chest and used it as a support to push you to the right, shifting positions, now his body was topping you, his hands immobilizing yours by pressing hard on your upper torso.

“Not bad.. But still not as good as me.” He proudly said, suddenly you kicked his butt with your knee from the back, making him loose his strength in your wrists, you repeated his last movement, ending again in how you started that silly fight, your giggles and laughters filled the forest’s natural sounds, and suddenly you totally forgot that Mizu could come back anytime and find you two in this compromising position.

You and Taigen struggled there for a few minutes, what he thought that would be a stupid kid’s fight turned into a challenge, even if it didn’t look like it, he started recognizing how.. Incredible you were, your smooth but hard blows, the little screams you made when you felt like you were gonna loose, now he understood.

How lucky Mizu was for having a girl like you.

You finished the fight by enlazing your fingers with an iron grip around his neck, and your other hand threatening his face with your fist, but you forgot that Taigen’s hands were still free. He grabbed your waist and managed to make you fall on your back as he stood up from the ground and made you loose your grip on his neck, his legs immobilizing yours and his hands putting your wrists above your head, his uncontrolled breathing crashing against your nose as he laughed. “Defeated.”

Before you could answer, you saw a third person kick Taigen’s body from the side, just in the ribs, making him fall to the ground, almost burning his whole body next to the campfire, you sat up quick and looked at him first, then looked up at your side, a tall figure with a dead bunny grabbed by the ears in front of you, those blue unsettling eyes staring at you with the coldest countenance. You knew right there and then she was mad as hell.

“Training without me?” Mizu got on her knees to the campfire to roast the rabbit, not caring about Taigen’s prolly broken rib (not really). You stood up to clean your clothes and sit next to her, nervous. You weren’t doing anything wrong, but still.

“We were just playing.” You excused yourself, trying to make her look at you, but no. She was ignoring you.

Instead of answering, her gaze turned out to Taigen, who was struggling to recover from that fucking kick that hurt as hell. “You’re getting too comfortable here, aren’t you?” Her tone was noticeably passive-aggressive, her grip on the roasting stick was tightening.

“That wasn’t fucking necessary! Fuck, it hurts..” He yelled, finally sitting a bit far from you two, you could feel the tension building heavier and thicker in the ambiance.

It was so uncomfortable you felt like you had to go. “I’m gonna wash my hands before eating, I won’t be long.” You got up to escape the funeral situation you were just in, but a hand grabbed yours, making you stop, you looked back with concern, Mizu was behind you with that angry gaze, sending shivers down your spine.

“It’s too dark to go alone.” She said, then looked at Taigen “Take care of the dinner, don’t screw it up.” He was about to talk but instantly shut his mouth like he knew if he talked he could end up dead.

You tried to forget her toxic behavior as you two disappeared yourselves into the woods, the moonlight making the path for both, the silence feeding your ‘I’m fucked’ thoughts and increasing more when you felt her grip on your hand tightening, she ended up dragging you to a not so far place, finally letting out your hand. The only thing you could look was her back and her little black bun.

“What was that?” She spat, aggressively turning herself and hoovering over you.

“I told you we were just playing.“You stepped back, but unconventionally bumped with a tree behind you, before you could realize, Mizu had you cornered, your chest rising and falling against hers as she looked down at you.

“It didn’t look like it.” And the jigsaw puzzles connected in your head. She was jealous.

“Are you doing this because you’re-”

”Maybe. Seeing my dove pinned down by a bald monkey it’s not funny.” Her words were sharp, you didn’t even know how to answer.

Your hand gently caressed her cheek, making her gaze softened as she looked at you. “You’re the only one in my heart.” You whispered, dragging her closer to your face, her hands traveling down your curves and grabbing your hips tightly, your heat already increasing its temperature as it mets her knee, rubbing your core tentatively.

“I still want to fuck that pretty smile outta’ you.” Her lips attacked you like an animal, making you whimper and moan against her watery mouth, her knee making you hump on it desperately and your inner thoughts begging for mercy cause’ this night was going to hit you hard and long.

[valentine-cafe]

🍒 𓂃 𝑶𝑹𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝑼𝑷 : red velvet cookies !! . . . grim reaper syndicate boss ⊹ fem reader .

. ᘛ 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔​​​​​​​﹕verse 9819ꮽ  zhào xiyang

 𐔌𖹭 ˖ ࣪  who's that ?⠀﹕a cold grim reaper mercenary boss, though with less evil intentions than you may think

ּ  ֗ recepit ℘ ... getting risky at your husband's work ⊹ cw ٬٬ sexual themes .  grinding . semi-public . storage closet shenanigans . 

"They're — gonna catch - us,"

Every huff of breath is only stolen again by the ice of his lips. Cold like his hands sliding down your sides and grabbing on whatever he can. Your waist, your hips, slipping back and groping on your ass to yank you further into him. So careless in his kisses and caresses as if you're both not making-out in a storage closet.

"Do I look —" He heaved, sucked you in. Your lips, your tongue, whatever he could get his mouth and teeth on. Crimson eyes peered from beneath feathery white lashes. "Look like I care, sweetheart?"

Two firm hands on your waist knocked you back into the wall once tickling your back. Those icy hands then slipped under your skirt and squeezed on the fat of your ass. Simultaneously with a groan as his lips poured down your neck.

"Shouldn't have come to work in that. Stepped into my office on purpose did you?"

"Thought you're not into fraternisation -"

"I own the place, sweetheart."

You bit down on your lip, hard. One sentence reminded you that it is indeed your boss you find yourself trapped with. And he's hungry — greedy. With insatiable lips traced to the crux of your shoulder. One tug lowered your blouse and so came his teeth to greet you. Sharp, expected of a reaper. They sunk into your soft flesh as he fisted you closer. Propped up against his crotch that firmly ground into yours.

Any gasps went straight to his head. To his eager hands that groped and claimed wherever he deemed. Soon you're hoisted up effortlessly and your legs hook around his waist with ease, like a lock and key. Like it's meant to be.

"That's my girl." His praise caressed your ear and you delve desperate fingers into his long, silky strands of white hair. Hips stuttered to match his grind. "There we go. Show me the reason you showed up to work like that."

Good luck escaping the storage closet with an extra limp — and a plethora of bites. Seems you managed to break the cool demeanour of your otherwise professional leader.

꒰ ۪ ˖ ࣪ 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑢 ... info ꮽ mlist ꮽ verse ꮽ wiki .

[underneathsoldiers]

Those mercenary men scared you and it made you aroused.

Warnings - abortion mention, chains, pregnancy, implied kidnapping, domestic violence, suicide threat, gun violence, neglect, toxicity all around

Konig was a monstrous man, a giant that could break you in half and still keep thrusting into you with animalistic grunting. His hands would grip you so tight that you couldn't twitch a muscle, leaving bruises.

If you got pregnant, would he drag you into an abortion? Or would he chain you to the bed, never letting you out of his sight. Perhaps he wouldn't want you to do the abortion behind his back, or maybe he can't sleep with the idea that you could get hurt out there.

You were his baby's mother. Now you were forever part of him, as you had a piece of him within you. You won't be free until the baby is out and crying, and whether you embrace this life... Or you throw the baby at him with rage, sneaking off when you've drugged his beer, is up to you.

Nikto seems calm and cold-blooded. You were surprised at how smooth his flirting was: very polite, almost like he came out of a romance novel. But nothing could undo that mad stare. It was a contrast, his smooth raspy voice with his red scleras.

You would imagine that he would be a control freak. He would make your life into a scary Twitter thread. He would check your phone, writing down every single person you knew. He would know every appointment, your hangouts, birthdays of your loved ones. He observed you with the hyperfocus of the hunter-and you weren’t even dating yet. But if you did, you suspected that anyone becoming too close to you would be found dead.

Krueger would be harder to predict. Sure, his getup resembled a medieval executioner. It can’t be more morbid than that. You knew that he used his brute strength more than Konig does, you didn't need proof. You were at the club? He could pick you up like a dog and grip you on the ride home. If you locked yourself in your room, he’d break the door down and you’d resemble a horror victim as he dragged you by the legs.

Despite all the theoretical manhandling, you wanted to believe that he wouldn’t hit you. He’d punch the wall instead of your face. Instead of beating you to a pulp, he would use your car in your place- people won’t believe that it wasn’t a car accident. He would have more bruises on himself than on you, which may make you feel guilty. Or perhaps satisfied that you can such affect on a powerful man.

Horangi was only on your list because he had a hot voice and a sexy, dominating way of interacting. He was a former gambling addict. Would he steal from you to continue his addiction? Boring.

You feel unfair, you give yourself more time to think about your short interactions with Horangi. And it clicks. He is respectful but gruff with you. He would probably be polite, even sweet at first. The dates would be traditional, maybe he would make you giggle with dry wit. But then, he introduces you to his friends and suddenly, his demeanor would changer.

He’d probably be mocked by Konig, Nikto, and Krueger for being so soft on you. He wasn’t dramatic, controlling, or clingy like {your version of} them. But he would show them what a real man was like. He was cold as ice with you. He would probably treat you like a maid around them-and then, he would love bomb you, saying that either of you can’t leave without each other.

Maybe one day, you decide to leave because you were bored by this bipolar relationship. Then, you may provoke Horangi, finally pushing him to his limit. He would threaten to shoot himself if you walked out that door. He had the gun in his hand. Maybe you laugh, because it’s the first time you see him so reactive. Maybe he shoots at your feet to shut you up. Would it work? You weren’t sure.

You can only imagine, having each of their temporary phone numbers. Each man had a dark adventure within him. Who would you send the first message to?

[sarriathmg]

I’m so interested in your Renegadeverse! I wanted to know what you think would happen if it took place in a Soulmate AU (matching body marks, first words spoken, first touch connection, etc.), with Dick and Jason being soulmates but neither knowing it until poor Jason has been kidnapped.

WARNINGS: Capture, torture (wound-fingering), non-consensual kissing with an underage victim

“Welcome back to the living,” said the calm, dark voice. “I did not expect Slade to do this.”

There was something familiar about that voice and those words. Shivering in the dark, Jason squinted.

His arms were splayed above his head and cuffed onto the rungs of a metal framework. Ice seeped through his cape into his skin, making him tremble, but the most unnerving thing wasn’t the restraints, or the fact he’d been knocked out and taken to some place unknown. It was the man who now had Jason in his power, standing some feet before him with half of his body hidden in the shadows.

Jason could see the domino mask; the body-fitting uniform, mostly black except for the orange on the right side, adorned with a silvery, glistening letter R.

He could feel those eyes drilling him behind the white lenses. The man was young, tall, and athletic, with long hair framing a face that was attractive in its model-like way, neither too masculine nor feminine, clean-shaven, young but sculpted like a fine piece of art depicting some perfect deity.

Jason’s breath caught when he realized who it was. Renegade hadn’t been around when he was ambushed by Defiance, but his reputation had struck fear in Jason’s heart long before his little blunder. The mercenary was ruthless, it’d been said. Get in his way and he’d kill you. He didn’t discriminate between his victims.

Hard to separate the myth from the man.

“What is it, Robin?” Renegade said with a cold, calculating lift of the corner of his lips. “Cat ate your tongue?”

“I—” Jason started, then ceased.

The plastic mouth of a water bottle was pressed against his lips; Jason nearly whimpered when he felt the cool, refreshing liquid hitting his tongue. He drank as if his life depended on it, and the hand holding it tilted, pouring that life liquid into his body to sustain him.

He drank half a bottle before his captor took it away.

“What do you—” Jason coughed, trying to stay composed but failing at it. He wheezed, “What do you want with me?”

With knitted brows, Renegade studied him.

“I was hoping you could help me with something.”

“W-what are you talking about?” Jason fumbled with the cuffs around his wrists. His gloves had been removed, so the restraints were locked on tightly. Without the tools stored in those hidden compartments of his gauntlets, there was nothing he could use to pry them open. “If you want Batman, you might as well give up.”

Renegade’s intense gaze on him hadn’t diminished.

There were pieces of silvery armor attached to his forearms, tucked beneath his leather gloves. Lifting one arm, Renegade untucked the fabric, and the flexible metal bent when he rolled up his sleeve. The mercenary showed Jason the skin on the inside of his wrist.

In a printed font, it said, Bruce, I’m sorry.

“You said this to me while you were unconscious,” Renegade said, “when Slade first brought you to me. Do you remember?”

Something drained the air out of Jason’s chest. He blanched, taking those words into his mind. A horrified feeling gnawed at his chest.

“No,” he whispered.

Jason’s heart stopped when Renegade slammed his raised hand onto the metal bars behind him. His fingers curled around a rung from the shelf, trapping his prisoner in a half-embrace.

“Lucky you for being a sleep talker… It saved your life. I wouldn’t have allowed a little fraud like you to wake up otherwise. You’d be a corpse by now.”

Renegade leaned in close and breathed against Jason’s cheek.

“You know the worst part about working under Bruce? The constant expectations. I’m sure it’s worse for you now, since the name doesn’t belong to you.”

Jason couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe. His world started to shake.

There was no way. He didn’t believe it. The world could end and he still wouldn’t have believed that this man, this horrible criminal and Deathstroke’s apprentice, was his soulmate.

Renegade leaned away, only slightly, and looked Jason in the eye. Domino mask only inches away from domino mask. He kept that position for a few seconds before he reached up and removed his mask.

Renegade did it slowly, loosening the adhesive before gently peeling it off. There were still pieces of black glue surrounding his eye sockets, which framed piercing, sky-blue irises under hooded eyelids. His brows were straight and beautifully shaped, like ridges for his eyes—an eagle’s eyes—cleaving Jason like talons.

Jason’s breath halted; that was the second impossible thing.

“Y-you…”

“Nice to meet you, little wing,” Dick Grayson said with a grin.

The first Robin. The one who’d disappeared after Starfire’s death, swearing to avenge his lost lover.

How hadn’t Jason seen through it all? That demeanor, confident but edged with darkness, wild though with a hint of elegance. It was he, the legend Jason had only seen through the lens of old files and training footage, whom Jason had looked up to and secretly fantasized about even before he’d been Robin.

Then, it struck Jason what had caused his initial sense of déjà vu.

Welcome back to the living.

He’d had those words printed on his own arm for as long as he remembered. The first words his soulmate would utter to him.

Jason had spent hours pondering what the words could mean. What person might open an encounter with something so ominous? And now he knew. Jason’s head throbbed, but more painful was the pit in his stomach opening and swallowing him. His heart sank.

“What… do you want?”

Soul marks meant nothing to someone who didn’t care. Some people lived their whole lives without ever finding their other half; most never had a mark to begin with. Jason had his, and it’d always been this gnawing, portentous thing he’d rather not have worn. Now, finally meeting the one bearing the other mark, he was everything Jason had feared for.

That they had matching soul marks might mean something for Dick… or it might not change anything at all.

Jason kept his eyes on his predecessor’s face, trying to gauge him. The man was unreadable, like an ocean—calm on the surface, but underneath he was an abyss, treacherous with riptides that could tear Jason to shreds in an instant. Even with a shred of goodness in Dick, Jason had no delusions it would be used on him.

Dick smiled.

“The first thought is something completely practical. Good. You might be a fraud and a poser, but I can recognize a diamond in the rough when I see one.” His smile fell. “Sadly… You won’t ever see freedom again.”

Threatening words with a horrifying realization. Visions of torment haunted him, and Jason shrank further into himself, trembling.

“What do you—”

His words were sealed when Dick pressed his lips against his.

The kiss was warm, encroaching, and forcible. Dick suckled him, bit him, and pried open his teeth when Jason refused to give in. He ravaged the inside of Jason’s mouth to claim every part of him, and it didn’t matter how much resistance his prisoner put up. It wouldn’t have mattered if this wasn’t what Jason wished; Renegade would take whatever he wanted, and there was nothing Jason could do.

A hand climbing up the side of Jason’s thigh, over his green tights. Jason tried to knee Dick in the groin; Dick’s lips separated from him for a moment, but Dick wouldn’t have it, pinching Jason’s jaw before trapping him in the kiss again. In a moment, Jason was completely pinned under him.

Quickly, Jason’s resistance faltered, and he gave into everything—the kiss, the hand stroking his leg, pulling it around Dick’s waist. Jason moaned into the kiss, even arched his torso; the magnetism between soul marks was beyond his will.

Gentle brushes of the knuckles, up his thigh, just over his hip joint, then downward again.

Just as Jason was about to lose himself in it, he felt a sharp pain slicing into the flesh of his thigh.

He cried, but Dick wouldn’t allow him to pull away.

Sometime during their kiss, Dick had cleaved his knife into Jason’s thigh. He suckled and bruised his lips while removing the blade and sinking a gloved finger into that wound, digging around. Jason whimpered through Dick’s lips while his tears trailed downward. His thigh was bleeding from the wound, and it hurt—every twisting and worming of the finger seared his exposed nerves.

But Dick was looking for something, and after a moment, he found it.

The size of a dime and chrome in shade, the tracker Bruce had planted in Jason beeped.

Dick threw the bloody device away, and it slid to a halt on the uneven-tiled floor, spilling droplets of dark blood.

Dick stopped the kiss and ran the flat of his tongue all over Jason’s cheek, lapping up the salt.

Jason was incoherent. Sobbing, feeling ashamed and disgusted with himself. And yet he couldn’t stop—the pain was just too overwhelming.

In an unexpected gesture of comfort, his captor wiped away his tears with his glove, streaking Jason’s own blood over his cheek.

“Now that they can’t find you,” he said gently, “I’ll have all the time in the world to study you. See what makes you special.”

It wasn’t a question nor an entreaty.

It was a simple statement, and it sealed Jason’s fate.

[cursedpiratestash]

Talon x Reader

Cuddle/sleep headcanons

Doomfist

He doesn’t have time for it very often but when it gets down to it he melts into you in a gentle hold

He prefers a casual position where you head rests on his chest while he rubs circles in your back

He would never admit it to anybody but big spooning him puts him right to sleep

But if you’re a natural heater it doesn’t matter the position after a long day

He’s constantly preparing and orchestrating missions so he isn’t usually with you when you wake up but always kisses you on the temple while you sleep on his way out

Reaper

He isn’t entirely fond of it but does it anyways especially if it helps you sleep

Spooning is easier for him but he doesn’t mind you resting your head on his arm while facing him

He gets to have a good look at you as you usually wind up falling asleep first

His skin is pretty chilled so he counts on your body heat and a few extra blankets for warmth

He isn’t always in bed by the time you wake up but when he is he’s already caressing your cheek and dreading the headache his team will bring him

Moira

She’s almost always late to bed and occasionally isn’t there at all

You consider yourself lucky some nights when you can actually drag her to bed with you

She has terrible circulation and is pretty cold so after some complaining she makes sure the bed has extra blankets

However if you run hot at night then it’s a match made in heaven as she gets to watch you pass out while you practically drape yourself over her

She prefers you rest your head on her chest as it gives her a free hand to look at reports while the other hand runs itself through your hair

She always wakes up before you and like clockwork she returns to her experiments but not without a forehead kiss on her way out

Sombra

I imagine she’s terrible at getting to bed at a reasonable time but you’ve changed that when you start dating

Now it’s something she can look forward to as she even takes an occasional nap with you whenever her schedule can allow it

There are nights she doesn’t show up but when she does she loves to be big spoon since she runs a little hot in her sleep

She finds it so rewarding even on nights you both hardly get enough sleep from staying up talking and laughing over every little thing

It always surprises her to think about how much you’ve helped her relax as it manages to show in her work as well

She’s probably the only Talon member what wakes up in unison with you and shares your morning routine

Mauga

As a mercenary he only occasionally isn’t in bed whenever he has a mission run late

On nights that he’s home he makes sure to drag you to bed with him no matter what you’re doing

He’s earned his little snuggle session so “five more minutes” be damned

He enjoys any cuddling position but he loves to wrap himself around you and engulf you in his arms

He loves when you stay up late and talk with him as you trace whatever scars he’s collected from past missions

He does wake up before you but refuses to let you out of bed unless you promise him something like breakfast or helping him wash his hair

Widowmaker

She doesn’t seem to need much sleep these days and she isn’t quite fond of cuddling as much as she used to be but she is fond of you

As an assassin the only time she isn’t in bed with you is when a mission runs late

Whenever it’s up to her she prefers spooning regardless of her position as long as she feels the warmth of your skin

Compared to you her skin is ice cold and hardly makes for a good cuddle session unless you run hot at night

If you don’t she always sees to it that the bed has extra thick blankets and expensive furs prepared on your side of the bed

You’ll sometimes catch her watching over you if you happen to wake up in the middle of the night

In the morning she’s always up and offering you tea or coffee before some breakfast

Sigma

Like Moira his research never allows for him to have a normal sleep schedule

You usually have to coax him to bed with gentle hands and promises to let him continue his work early in the morning

It tends to work some of the time if he isn’t suddenly too cold and stonewalls you

Once he’s actually in bed it takes a little more effort to get him to ease his mind and get some sleep

A frequent tradition is to spend some time with his head on your lap while you message his forehead

You have your deepest conversations with him when he’s resting on you like this

When it’s time to sleep he envelops you in his arms and is finally soothed by the smell of your hair

He isn’t much colder than Moira but enjoys a few extra blankets on his side regardless of your heat

Mornings aren’t always the same but he does his best to share a routine with you

[lura-valentine]

He's not for you, Y/N!

MHA / BNHA One-Shot

Kaji x fem!Y/N

Hint

Set in the world of My Hero Academia / Boku no Hero Academia

Kaji is my original character and was NOT created by Kōhei Horikoshi

Kaji is the son of Dabi/Touya and another OC of mine, Rain Black

In this one-shot, Kaji is 20 years old

–> To Kaji's Profile

Author’s Note

I usually don't write in the first-name perspective, but mostly work with he/she/him, etc., i.e. from a somewhat more distanced point of view. It can therefore happen that every now and then a "she" or "her" slips in between.

Warning

Lemon fic – smut (Who feels old when they read the word lemons?😁)

You should have listened to your father. The thought crept slowly, almost shamefully, through your mind like a last spark of reason clinging to the crumbling walls of your control. Hands off him he'd said, in a voice that brooked no argument. Mercenaries like him live among the shadows. They are not the right men for you. Not men for anyone.

But how, by all the skies above this city, could you have kept your hands off him?

From those turquoise blue eyes, whose gaze was as cold as the flames that obeyed him, beautiful in their clarity, deadly in their essence. From the way he stood – calm, lurking, like a predator that doesn't need to strain to display power. From those jet-black wings with a bluish shimmer that seemed like a promise of safety and danger at the same time – a contradiction that struck a chord deep within you that no one had ever touched before.

And then there was his voice – deep, calm, with a certain indifference, as if the world had nothing that could interest him. Except maybe... you.

I hope you know what you're getting into, he'd said, with a hint of mockery in the corners of his mouth, as if it were a game he'd long since won. You'd trembled – not out of fear, but because something was burning inside you that you couldn't name. Maybe it was defiance. Maybe it was desire. Maybe it was just madness.

And now…

Now there was no room for thoughts. Only the pressure of his body, pressing you down onto the bed with a matter-of-factness that left no doubt that he wanted you here – right here, beneath him.

It was as if the world beneath him faded, layer by layer, until nothing remained but the creaking of the mattress, the rhythmic thrust of his hips against yours, the wet slap of skin on skin – raw, unrestrained, animalistic. Your body flexed beneath him like a bow, every nerve stretched to the breaking point, every muscle vibrating with desire and overexertion. Your moans, loud, brittle, full of heat, echoed across the room, as if the walls themselves wanted to witness what he was doing to you.

His grip was demanding, almost painful in his possessiveness, as if he didn't just want to fuck you, he wanted to claim you for himself – with his hands, his kisses, his hard, throbbing cock filling you to the hilt, over and over again, without mercy.

His wings moved in time with his movement – dark, shimmering weights that hovered above the two of you, quivering with each thrust. Their tips stroked the sheet and your legs as if they were caressing you, comforting you as he dismantled you as you clung to him, with fingers searching for support and finding only embers

His ice-cold breath brushed your neck like a promise that sank into your skin and made you tremble, even where his hands didn't touch you. And you couldn't do anything but give in to this storm, allow it to carry you away, fuck you like you were his.

One last, deep, brutal thrust – his cock buried itself inside you to the hilt, warm, throbbing and suddenly, he stopped.

Your breath fluttered against his collarbone, your body still twitched, vibrating, but he didn't move. His wings moved almost imperceptibly, just a slight tremor in the air.

A laugh broke out of his chest, barely audible, rough and deep, imbued with dark satisfaction. It cut through your senses like a hot knife through soft skin.

A painful pull ran through you as he withdrew from you. The sudden emptiness inside you was almost worse than anything that had come before. You gasped, wanting to protest, a single word, a sound – anything that would tell him you wanted him again, needed him again.

But he was faster.

His hands grabbed you, turned you on your stomach while his fingers glided over your skin – cold in contrast to your blazing heat. Then he pulled you up, forced you on all fours.

You felt the mattress give way under your movements, the sheet tighten under your knees and try to find support with your hands. He knelt behind you, his hip pressed against your butt, and you could feel his cock again pressing against your wet, churning cleft, but he took his time with you.

One hand rested firmly on your hip, pulling you back slightly, while the other mercilessly buried itself in your hair, pulling your head up as if you were nothing more than his toy. It wasn't hard enough to hurt, but just awkward enough to remind you who was in control here. Your breath caught – not out of fear, but because your body had long known what came next.

Your eyes were half shot when he turned your head slightly to the side and suddenly your thoughts understood what that dark, almost pleasurable laugh from earlier had meant – he had discovered your mirror.

The large dressing mirror in the corner of the room had captured it all – you, on all fours, your back arched, lips swollen from his kisses, your gaze caught between hunger and helpless pleading. And behind you: Kaji, naked, upright, his black wings half-spread, casting the silhouette of something not quite human.

His gaze, burning like fire under ice, met yours through the glass, and his voice enveloped you with the same intensity as his touch – calm, deep, a dark command you couldn't escape:

"Y/N... I want you to watch me take you from behind."

His hand lets go of your hair as you obediently obey his command. You keep your gaze fixed on the mirror, your heart beats wildly against your ribs.

In the glass, you watch as his hand slid between you, encircling his hard cock, only to lift it until the icy tip of his member touches the hot opening of your pussy.

He squeezed in, relishingly, inch by inch, until your silky walls completely enclosed his cock again. A guttural sound escaped you as your gaze hung on the mirror, watching yourself being filled again.

His hands lay on your hips and hold you tight as he slowly, almost completely slides out of you, only to penetrate you hard again, deep, brutal, right where you need him.

Your body twitched, a moan escaped your throat and your vision blurred for a moment, but you forced yourself to watch – watch him fuck you.

His fingers dig deeper into your flesh as he drove you further to the brink of madness with every damn thrust. You see him tugging at your body, banging his hip against your ass, over and over again, leaving you gasping for air.

Your gaze lingered on your connection, at the point where he fucked his power and lust into your pussy. The wet, shiny trail of your lust ran down your thighs, moistened his cock and also ran along his balls.

You feel a knot forming inside you, your pussy sucking up his every move, and your body telling you not to miss a piece of that hard, greedy penetration. You saw and felt your body begin to shake as he fucked you deeper and harder, so fast that your knees almost gave way on the cool sheet.

A moan escapes you, deep and fragile, a sound that hovers between pain and pleasure as you fight against each thrust, yet surrender completely to its rhythm.

"Kaji... I'm coming..." Your voice stuttered from your lips with each thrust of his cock, while with his eyes half-open he felt your walls contracting around his shaft, milking him.

"I feel it, sweet," he murmurs harshly, and you hear the smoky growl in his voice. "Cum on my cock."

Your eyes close on their own, your head slumps forward as the pressure inside you becomes unbearable, a flood that threatens to tear you apart from the inside out, while his cock ignites you anew with every thrust.

You sank onto your forearms as if your body were searching for release on its own, and the moment your muscles clench around him, a fiery orgasm rips through you like a storm. Everything around you faded, except for the beautiful tingling throughout your body and the hot, throbbing cock in your pussy.

Kaji panted, his movements becoming slower and more controlled. His black wings spread behind him, small ice-blue flames dancing at the tips of their feathers, as if reflecting your lust. He fucked you through your orgasm with the last shred of self-control he still possessed, until your body, exhausted and drained, sank into a fog of fatigue and hot aftershocks.

Slowly he lets go of you, slides out of your wet opening with his smeared cock, and your breath catches because suddenly there is emptiness where this seething inferno raged before. He laid you on your back, your skin still tingling from each of his thrusts as he positions himself between your spread legs, your heartbeat pounding in your throat because you don't know what's coming next.

You looked up at him and saw how his gaze wouldn't let you go. He touches himself with his hand, and without a word, accompanied only by a throaty moan, he rubs his shaft, gruff and impatient. With a throaty, dark moan, his hot semen chases out of his cock in spurts, right onto your belly.

You froze, blinking at his turquoise gems before your gaze slowly slid to your stomach, settling on the sticky mess. His hot semen trickled slowly over your skin, leaving a shimmering trail that pooled like runny honey in the delicate hollow of your belly button. A slight shiver ran through you as you felt the wetness and weight of the moment, as if the warmth of his ecstasy continued inside you, vibrating every fiber of your being.

Kaji sits up a little straighter, his breathing slowly calming as the tension in his muscles eases. His wings lay limply against his back, their black feathers mat, as if they had shared some of his strength. His hand glided over your thigh, leaving a trail on your skin so light it was more like a whisper than a touch.

You felt the afterglow of his fingers, each line an echo of what he'd done to you before. But it was no longer the same wild, demanding urge. It was tender, exhausted, almost gentle. His eyes met yours, his gaze softening, almost as if he were wondering if he'd gone too far.

You felt so open, so soft under his gaze that you thought you would have to turn away – but your body remained still, just breathing and still trembling slightly.

“Bath or shower?” he asked quietly, a subtle hint of regret in his words, as if he were afraid you would push him away. But there was something else in it too – almost a quiet contentment, like taking a deep breath after a storm.

You blinked, hesitantly, and raised your head slightly to look at him – the mixture of relaxation and slight uncertainty in his gaze made you smile, almost embarrassed, although the traces of your desire still lay between you like a lived promise.

"Shower," you whispered softly, your voice barely a remnant of yourself. Your gaze flickered up to him, surprised by the sudden gentleness emanating from him.

A small smile twitched across his lips, he straightened a little more, and gently slid one arm under your knees, the other gently wrapping around your shoulders. He lifted you effortlessly, as if you weighed nothing. You gasped in surprise, more out of reflex than resistance.

"As the lady commands," He muttered and walked leisurely towards the bathroom. His voice was warm and filled with gentle pride, as if he were holding something precious in his arms.

You smiled weakly, snuggled up to him and let yourself be lulled by the calm beat of his heart. A sound so soft and steady that it made you think it would stay forever. But would he still be there when morning comes?

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DEMO || FORUM || CONTENT WARNING

Vessel of Harkahn is an upcoming 18+ fantasy interactive novel that takes inspiration from the Dragon Age series, TTRPGs, A Song of Ice and Fire, as well as several other pieces of media.

⚡️ The Short Demo is complete! (As of 08/08/24)

⚡️ The Forum and Content Warning pages are a WIP! (As of 06/29/24)

When the Grand Duke of Le Versare is assassinated, his surviving children are left to pick up the pieces of their shattered lives.

With hardly any time to mourn their father, the Aurelios twins are approached by a mage who has suspicion to believe the assassination is tied to several events across the continent.

The mage also believes demonic influence in involved.

Many months after the assassination, Carlise Aurelios and Varre Delatore have discovered the resurgence of the demon Harkahn. The demon feasts on hatred and chaos but is much weaker than his first appearance centuries ago.

Harkahn now requires a vessel to survive in the mortal plane. He has yet to become strong enough to shed his vessel and exist in his demonic form.

You are his chosen vessel. Or, at least, you were.

After exorcising the demon from you, Carlise and Varre recruit you into the Band of Althor to aid their cause of defeating Harkahn. Seeing as you were his vessel, you have priceless intel on the demon's mind. You may have insight to his plans or possible weaknesses.

The only issue? You can't remember anything from your time possessed and even memories from before are foggy and shrouded. Trying to remember these lost memories causes you immense physical pain.

For now, you must find another way to help Carlise and Varre's cause.

⚡️ Create and customize your MC "The Vessel".

⚡️ Play as male, female or nonbinary.

⚡️ Play as an Elf, Half-Elf or Human.

⚡️ Choose from three classes to play from; Warrior, Rogue or Mage. Each class has its own unique Mentor.

⚡️ Shape your skills as you play.

⚡️ Six romance options to choose from alongside secret routes to discover as the story progresses. (All romance options are romanceable regardless of gender.)

⚡️ Help recruit others throughout Caadvir to join the Band of Althor. There is strength in numbers.

⚡️ Discover more about your lost memories and the significance of your Mentor.

Asan Aurelios || The Heir || Human

As the older one of the twins, Asan is the hereditary Grand Duke. He has big shoes to fill after his father's long and peaceful reign. Despite the weight on his shoulders, Asan keeps a bright smile on his face and pushes forward. He is more than supportive of Carlise's efforts to dispose of Harkahn, he just has other political matters to attend to.

Asan hails from the province Le Versare.

Carlise Aurelios || The Leader || Human || RO

As the younger one of the twins, Carlise doesn't hold as much weight to her shoulders. The line of succession has passed to her brother, which allows her to focus entirely on disposing of the demon Harkahn. She is calculating and, at times, cold. Carlise is the founder and leader of the Band of Althor and is greatly respected.

Carlise hails from the province Le Versare.

Varre Delatore || The Mage || Elf || RO

Varre is an extremely talented and powerful mage. He has spent many years studying and mastering magic at the White Tower of Castavel. His knowledge and experience is what drove him to discover Harkahn's resurgence and its influence throughout Caadvir. Varre approached Carlise and Asan about their father's assassination and its relation to Harkahn and has been by their side ever since. He aided Carlise in founding the Band of Althor.

Varre hails from the province Castavel.

Ewan Geraunt || The Viper || Human || RO

Ewan is part of the mercenary group called the Vipers of Venoss. They are regarded as the best mercenary group throughout Caadvir and some of their numbers have been worked all across the world. Ewan is a higher ranking member of the Vipers, but left the group shortly after experiencing an odd dream. After learning his birthplace suffered an attack from Harkahn, he immediately turned to the Band of Althor to serve their cause.

Ewan hails from the province Venoss.

Dea || The Halfblood || Half-Elf || RO

Dea had no place in Ordaire. As a place still ruled by their distaste for humans, half-elfs are heavily frowned upon and outcast by society. She spent many years in and out of street and bar fights alike. Like Ewan she found herself in a mercenary band, but unlike him it didn't last too long. She jumped from band to band, job to job, until she landed on the Band of Althor. She works for Carlise now but who knows how long that will last?

Dea hails from the province Ordaire.

Kizan Fremont || The Knight || Human || RO

The Fremont family have long been allies of the Aurelios family. Kizan's father before him served the Grand Duke of Le Versare as his protector. The mantle was passed to Kizan a few years prior to the assassination. He is the Knight Commander of Le Versare's Order of Cor. While his duties keep him busy most of the time, Kizan will always find time for himself and make the most of it.

Kizan hails from the province Le Versare.

Amysa Briarfel || The Apprentice || Human || RO

Amysa has spent much time studying magic at the White Tower of Castavel. She plans to become a Mentor at the tower, which has earned her the title of Apprentice. Part of Amysa's apprenticeship is traveling throughout Caadvir and assisting different noble houses. When she finally landed upon House Aurelios, she willingly chose to put her apprenticeship on hold to stay and help the Band of Althor.

Amysa hails from the province Xinthe.

Préaux || Warrior Mentor || Human

Préaux is a well-known and respected knight from Itresse. They served the Grand Duke of Itresse for many years before retiring and disappearing entirely. Préaux earned many nicknames throughout their life like 'The Saint of Silver' and 'The Silver Serpent'.

Préaux hails from the province Itresse.

Jaq the Grin || Rogue Mentor || Half-Elf

Jaq the Grin is an infamous thief who terrorizes Caadvir. They have never been caught or really seen. Those who claim to have witnessed Jaq state that the only thing they could remember from the encounter was Jaq's impossibly huge grin, which earned them their nickname.

Jaq the Grin hails from the province Ordaire.

Erina || Mage Mentor || Elf

Erina is a Mentor at the White Tower of Castavel. Having served many years as a Mentor, Erina is highly respected and not a force to be trifled with. Many students of Erina have gone forth to achieve greatness in their lives, such as serving a Grand Duke or King or Queen.

Erina hails from the province Venoss.