#Deon Hart

[nukudraws]

Deon when alcohol, Cale when money:

Kdj when "Kim Dokja", Han Yoojin when depression:

[sunflower39]

[Left] Or [Right]

(Choose wisely 😔🤗)

[dyinggirldied]

My favorite doomed brothers

[chisutofu]

heroes always get remembered but you know legends never die

[canthandlethishit]

my type is guys who coughs blood, physically weak and could keel over and die any minute but is also the heart of any operation/situation they’re in despite wishing for a relaxing normal life they will be put into situations and also they will gain followers that care about them but they’re oblivious to this fact because they’ve got so much emotional trauma and also they’re severely mentally ill

[1k1ga1]

Hello hope you are doing well, I am not quite sure if you are taking requests but if you are could you please write Yandere Deon hart i'm not that kind of talent

❝ 𝓣𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 , 𝓐𝐓 𝓢𝐊𝐘𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 . . . ❞

━━ 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐇𝐖𝐀 💭 𝐈’𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓

━━ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 💭 𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐗 𝐆𝐍 ! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

━━ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 💭 18+ , 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 , 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 , 𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 , 𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐇𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐑

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 never had the time to truly give the idea of a romantic relationship any thought. he’s a busy man, having grew up in a disorganized family and forced into the army at a young age, all that he had ever known was the cruelty of others and the rustic scent of blood. even when he crawled his way into the hero’s group, there was only ever more bloodshed and sacrifices. he’s only ever been exposed to war, not the affection which one shares with their lover.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 honestly expected his life to stay that way. what he doesn’t know can’t hurt him, and having never experienced the gentleness of a lover, he never cared much to yearn for one. he already has his hands full enough with playing spy for both the lunatic emperor and the clingy demon king, all whilst trying to survive. it’s not like he’d ever have time to fall in love with anyone, right? well, that’s what he thought, until you came along.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 singled you out from the rest of his subordinates immediately. you had been assigned as his assistant. you, a demon that could easily overpower a weak human like him. you, a demon that was supposed to be bloodthirsty and cruel. and yet despite being a demon, he’s never met anyone as perfectly human as you.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 thinks you’re more human than demon when you smile at him so sweetly, exchanging kind gestures every now and then as an appreciation to your commander. you’re always going out of your way to take care of those around you, always smiling and complimenting and humming with that ridiculously melodious voice, the same voice that would call out his name so excitedly. you were never like the other demons who were constantly seeking to test their powers against him or were blindly subservient to him, although you didn’t quite see him as an equal either. you simply saw him as someone who “works hard and has a respectable work ethic. someone admirable.”

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 fell hopelessly in love with you right then and there, a metaphorical pink cupid’s arrow shooting through his heart at just how absolutely precious you are. it truly baffles the commander just how you could manage to be so wholesome despite hailing of the demon race.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 finds himself quietly pining for you after that moment. he’s not very experienced with the concept of crushing on someone or falling in love, therefore he’s absolutely clueless on what to do with his feelings or how to act on it. he doesn’t know what course of action he should take, and it’s not as if he could just ask one of the demons for advice. he’s left completely in the dark, yet there was still an instinctual human need to be closer to the object of his affection, and so the commander finds himself loitering around where he would usually spot you, hoping to catch a glimpse of your sparkling smile within the nest of havoc.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 is satisfied with just catching glimpses of you for a while. it’s enough for him that he could see your smile almost everyday, that is until you pick up on his regular appearances around the places you often visit and instead of calling him out on it or attempting to murder him, you instead invited him to chat with you.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 slowly but surely grew on you, and your little chats with your commander here and there gradually grew into longer conversations with topics focusing more on yourselves than the fleeting events around you. on some days, you even find yourself loitering in your commander’s room late into the night to continue whatever deep conversation the two of you were having. occasionally, you’d fall asleep and spend your night in his room, and deon never had the heart to disturb you, so he just let you be. although more often than not, the moment you’re asleep, deon finds himself quietly admiring you. he doesn’t do anything more than that at first, merely noting the way you breath and the murmurs you would say sleepily. it was honestly just heartwarming to him.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 considers you his close friend after all that time the two of you spent conversing and learning more about each other. you’re his friend, so he wants you to stay closer to him and spend more time with him. you’re his friend, so he wants you to move your room closer to his’. you’re his friend, so he wants you to always stay by his side every minute of the day. you’re his friend, so it’s fine if he gets a little possessive, right?

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 is an over thinker. who could blame him after all the horror he’s had to witness in his youth? he’s always been surrounded by people with ill intentions, those seeking to use him and those seeking to ruin him, yet in the midst of the chaos, there was you; a shining beacon of benevolence, practically heaven-sent with your generosity and beaming smile. yes, that’s right, you really must be an angel. an angel sent just for him, your touch just for him, your voice just for him, your smile just for him — it’s not as though anyone else in this world could be deserving of you.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 develops some odd habits after that realization. sure, he might’ve grown closer to you, but he never found the chance to express his feelings, and they’ve only grown deeper after the two of you became friends. his heart is untamed and clumsy, like a toddler handed destructive power when it barely knew how to walk. he doesn’t see the wrong in manipulating you to constantly stay by his side because “his body is still weak from the battle with the hero.” you’re his angelic friend, so there’s no way you could leave him be when he’s unhealthy, right? you’re always so generous too, so you won’t mind if he snag some trinkets from your room for safe keeping either, right?

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 develops these habits unconsciously, half the time not even realizing what he’s doing before it’s already done. perhaps it’s a true testament to how deep his feelings run for you to the point that he doesn’t even realize that he’s acting on it.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 is still inexperienced, but if by chance he somehow confesses to you about his true feelings, and if you were to accept, than expect his behavior to grow tenfold. deon will get more protective of you. he completely disregards wether you can protect yourself or not, it’s better if he is the one to protect you. oh, and those demon friends of yours, it’s better if you distance yourself from them too, they’re no good influences on your mind. if you don’t listen to his advice the first time, deon has no qualms using his title as the commander to seal those demons manipulating you behind a cell.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 usually doesn’t act on a whim with violent tendencies, but doesn’t mind getting his hands dirty if it’s for his beloved’s benefit. you’ve become the center of his world the moment you accepted his affection, so there’s no way he’d allow anything or anyone to ever lay a hand on you with ill intent.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 is exceptionally needy. he’s constantly clinging to you, seeking for affection like a touch-starved puppy. it’s almost as if he’s seeking out the affection that he couldn’t receive during his childhood, and just who are you to reject his advances when he sadly tells you the story of his past? deon has no problems guilt-tripping you into accepting his affectionate hold, and you’re just too kind for your own good.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 believes you can do no wrong. it’s not as if you’re a troublemaker like the other demons he’s been forced to meet in the first place, but deon’s so convinced that you must be some perfect saint that he practically worships you. in his eyes, you can do no wrong, but anyone who does you wrong can expect to have a glinting blade swiping at their neck when they least expect it. whatever you say or do is law, and deon will be the faithful servant who carries out your will.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐓, his other personality that was crafted upon his insatiable bloodlust and ruthlessness, needs some time to adjust to your presence, however he’s more or less the same as the usual deon when he’s not faced with an enemy. demon arut is definitely more protective and controlling of you, always making you the first priority whenever a battle arises. he needs to keep you in his range of sight or else the he goes absolutely mad trying to find you, destroying anything that hinders his path.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐓 is more sadistic than your usual commander. unlike deon who cares about your image of him and therefore has placed some restraints on himself, demon arut has no such concerns. he openly likes to tease you, almost going overboard with it because he likes getting any kind of reaction from you. he won’t intentionally be malicious towards you, he still loves you after all. however, if you receive a few cuts and bruises from battle or the likes, he will mock your competence and press on a few bruises, only after he’s made a bloody mess of the perpetrator who dared to touch an inch of your body.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐓 will insist that you train with him so you can polish your skills. as a demon, you’re not lacking by any means, probably even better than the strength of five soldiers combined, however that doesn’t mean that you stand a chance against him. demon arut has beaten entire armies by his lonesome, so don’t be too disappointed when you fail for the nth time. he won’t praise you often, however, he will go easier on you compared to his unrelenting nature on the battlefield. although, it’s not as if you would ever need to put these skills to use and lift even a finger, he’ll always have you as his first priority to protect and get to safety.

━━ ✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐓 is, like his name suggests, a demon. a demon who’s cruel and bloodthirsty and a hundred times more possessive and easily jealous. he won’t hesitate to make an example out of one of your comrades by gutting them in front of you if you get to chummy with them. well, he won’t hesitate to make an example out of anyone really, even his fellow commanders as long as he gets it through that cute head of your’s what lengths you’re capable of pushing him to.

━━ ✧ 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍, you’re basically holding onto the reins of a catastrophe that could take empires by storm, just be careful not to take your eyes off him for too long or that storm might just ruin you… although, it’s not as if he’d particularly care for your opinion on this matter. the two of you are lovers now, so it’s only right that you never part. even if the sky falls and the world is coming to and end, even in life and in death, the two of you will always be together, deon hart will make sure of it.

[purplesoulcollection]

Hello, are you busy right now?? I want to request oneshot when Deon jealous x reader

I won't force you, you can do this in your free time. Thank you~😊

Thx for the consideration. I write this in my unexpected free time.

Hope you like this

Deon kept reminding himself that he wasn't jealous, even as he felt a surge of anger at the sight of someone getting too close to Y/N, she talks to him too friendly even lean to him to explaining what was written with her finger tracing the paper to the person. That person seemed completely unaware of the storm brewing inside him because they still busy talk face to face.

He was in a state of turmoil, with no intention of holding back the fierce protectiveness he felt for Y/N. To him, she was his and his alone.

He never imagined that jealousy could creep into his heart, especially when he had someone he cherished and wanted to keep safe by his side.

Jealousy had never been part of his life; it was a feeling he thought he would never experience. It was a luxury he had never known.

From the start, he had battled feelings of despair due to a troubled past. He harbored resentment towards those who had thrust him into a conflict he never wished to join.

Even before the war, he struggled with self-doubt, feeling inadequate because of his frail body and the striking difference in his appearance—white hair and red eyes—compared to his family's dark hair and green eyes.

This mix of inferiority and bitterness made Deon a potentially volatile individual, especially when it came to love and the jealousy that could arise from it.

A newfound awareness of his instincts hit him like a jolt, causing him to flinch at the unsettling sensation that prickled the back of his neck. His body temperature plummeted, and a chill swept over him, making him shiver with fear.

Like a frightened animal trapped in the presence of a hunter, he finally caught sight of Deon. There was no smile on Deon's face; his lips were pressed tightly together, and his eyes glimmered with a menacing light, his brows furrowed as if he were contemplating how to inflict pain before delivering a final blow.

In that moment, the realization struck him hard: he was in deep trouble. Deon's reputation loomed large, feared in both the human realm and the demon realm.

He swallowed hard, his mouth trembling as he mustered the courage to excuse himself from Y/N and make a hasty retreat, leaving them alone together.

"You frightened him, Deon; he was just inquiring about work," Y/N said, shooting a disapproving look at Deon, her hands firmly on her hips. She was well aware of his tactics, recognizing the subtle threats behind his jealousy.

Deon asserted, "He's the one in the wrong here, so why am I the one being blamed? He's just too familiar." He spoke firmly, though he couldn't bring himself to meet Y/N's intense gaze.

"Really? You say that when everyone knows about our relationship? Only a fool would think they could handle you," Y/N replied, playfully fluttering her eyelids, signaling her teasing mood.

Deon, realizing the implication, looked at Y/N and said, "But you need to deal with me first, Y/N. I won’t get jealous if you don’t act all friendly with him." He stepped closer, causing Y/N to instinctively back away, unsure of his intentions. His voice dropped to a low growl, adding an intimidating edge.

"Hey, you're blaming me! I'm innocent, Deon!" Y/N retorted, attempting to escape his grasp.

However, Deon had already cornered her. Their faces were mere inches apart, forcing Y/N to tilt her head back to meet his gaze. His other hand gripped her waist firmly, leaving her unable to turn away.

"Y/N, don’t try to make me jealous. You really won’t like the outcome," Deon warned before he kissed her passionately, both of them losing themselves in the moment.

The bottom line: Avoid making Deon jealous; the world isn’t prepared for that. He’s the kind of guy who would go to great lengths for Y/N, his morals long since twisted. After all, she’s the reason he still fights to stay alive in this world. (Please to keep stay in fiction story, Deon)

The End

Sorry for the hiatus, Writer's block and lazy and desire to only read is so strong...

[alien-slushie]

I was bored so I made this thing. It was funnier in my head tbh.

Art credit to the Manwha Illustrator Meona

[skartlie]

[quqiwo2]

Reader: “Do you want to eat an apple?”

Deon: “Yes...”

Reader: “Then eat it. Why? Can't you eat an apple?”

Deon: “No... The apple... Is too hard.”

Reader: “Oh, then do you want an apple that I peeled?”

*Gives a plate of peeled apples.*

Deon: “What... Is it okay?” *feeling embrrassed to accept.*

Reader: “Yes, it's okay. Eat as much as you want.”

Deon: “Thank you. By the way, what knife do you use?”

Reader: “Knife? I used the dagger you gave me. The dagger is very sharp! Thank you for giving me this! I will use it well!^^”

Deon: “...”

Deon thought ‘the dagger was for self-defense.’

[cogmin213]

[nukudraws]

Do you see what I see?

[fcyinquotes]

hey! I hope you doing well. Can i request Deon hart from i'm not that kind of talent?

"All these alcohol shouldn't be good for your health..."

"But they're the only things that keep me intact...."

"Saying that in front of your wife is very brave of you."

— You teased the bumbling Deon Hart after he realised what he has said. Frantically trying to clear up any misunderstanding while you stood there grinning at the man who's turning red from embarrassment.

[yappinggggg]

What animal do u think Deon would be? (This side of Deon)

[yuriisclumsy]

omg, thank youu for responding mee😭💞 i never thought i would find another fan of intkot which i want to request :3 so, if you do, maybe you could do Deon or the emperor? I don't mind if you write them both unless If you mind and i would like it to be fluff! Thank youu<33

Take the Damn Cupcake

[Authors Note]: You said fluff? Yes, fluff… I have little to no idea what fluff would look like with either of the two… I mean, let’s be honest, these two are nothing but emotionally detached from reality. But, nonetheless, I'll give it a try and see what I come up with. I was only able to do Deon.

PS. ALSO sorry this took so long. I just couldn't get my head around what Deon would do for fluff. In my mind, he can't do fluff...

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 1155

– They’ll most likely be OOC, again because they would NOT act like this in OG. At least from the Manhwa; they might as well act like this in the light novel.

– Let’s establish some things before we start.

– For one, Deon is not a child. Just getting that out of the way.

– Two, when I tell you this man doesn’t know what social cues are, I mean it.

– Three, we have to take into consideration Deon’s other personality like the crazy side that can push us back from getting to the real him? (if there even is one).

– Now, the scenario must be established: Let us say you are a noblewoman in high society, wanting nothing to do with any political or power struggles all around you. One day, your family–mostly your father–gets accused of treason. For this, your father and brothers get out to death. Your sister gets married off to a low commoner, while you get the low end of the stick and become a slave, who has to follow the orders of their master.

– And that’s where we are beginning! Don’t worry the fluff is coming…somewhere…

Father wasn’t someone who was very attentive to his family but he wasn’t a bad man either. So when soldiers came and broke down the doors of our residence screaming my father’s name and traitor in the same sentence, I was shocked. My father wasn’t against the crown, he was one of the first who agreed with the emperor’s ascension.

Then…why?

Why is the emperor doing this? Why are my relatives being sent to the slave encampment? Why are my brothers and father’s blood scattered all over the pristine floors? Why is my mother’s body hanging by a rope outside the castle walls? Why is my older sister marrying a commoner who’s only worth is less than a grain of salt? Why am I kneeling in front of the man who commanded this annihilation of our family’s honor and name? Why…?

“[Name] Fidel, youngest daughter of the Fidel family’s Head, and last member of the most loyal family in the empire…” eyes pierced through my very soul, “...what do you have to say about the transgression your father committed towards the empire?”

I stared at the imposing man sitting comfortably in his throne forged from blood. What could I say? That my father was innocent with sharp evidence that he wasn’t? That me and my family knew nothing of this? That I knew my father’s crimes and stayed quiet, even if it was a lie?

“Your majesty… I… Please...spare me….” I begged for my sake

“You’re begging for mercy?” The man stood up, “and here I thought your family had some dignity. But knowing what your father did, I don’t think any of you ever did.”

Why did I even speak? My fate was sealed the moment my father was accused of treason. Maybe I’ll get lucky and get married to a commoner like my sister, and survive… But knowing the emperor, he’s most likely to send me off to get killed.

Dear world… Please save me.

The emperor went down the steps, one at a time, humming about the punishment I should receive. He stopped and looked down at me.

“Look up,” he commanded, and I obliged. “Oh. I know what your punishment can be…” He looked back up at the flight of stairs towards a man with white hair.

My eyes widened at the realization that was to come. No…No, please..! I begged internally to hear my pleas. Anything but that monster!

“Deon, would you care for a slave?” the emperor asked. “It would be good to vent out your frustrations and anger onto something, don’t you think?”

“...” the man remained silent and glared at me. “...I suppose.”

“Then it’s decided,” he turned to look at my misery, “from here on, you are a Deon Heart’s slave. Is that understood?”

“Yes...your majesty,” I said, bowing my head on the ground.

“Good.”

This was going to be the end of me… I thought as I gazed at the man who now had ownership over me.

…

The time in the Hart manor…wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be. From the moment I stepped foot into this mansion, I was treated normally. People would even still address me as lady Fidel, even if that name no longer existed, they still respected me as if I never lost my honor.

Another of my worries was how the house would look inside. Many rumors suggested that the inside of the house still had the blood of the count's parents. For one, the house didn’t look like a murder scene–with the exception of a portrait by the stairs–it was all neatly cleaned. I dare say, cleaner than the floor of the emperor's castle.

My last worry was Count Deon. With the ruthless reputation he has, I thought I was in for a session of pain. But… He hadn't even looked at me since he took me here as a reward, as they called it.

Maybe…people had been mistaken about his character? I stopped swiping the floor as I thought of Deon actually being a nice guy. No, [Name]! You need to stay vigilant. He is yet to get mad, what if he explodes and decides to kill us all!? I swept faster and made grunting noises from my distress.

“What are you doing…?”

“EP!” I flipped back as fast as possible, “I-I’m so sorry, sir—!” Red eyes pierced my body. Those bloody eyes are not what you wish to see in the estate. “M-master Deon… I… let me get out of your way m-master…” I made myself to the side to make way for Count Deon.

“Huh…?” He looked puzzled.

Crap, did I do something he didn’t like!?

“I’m sorry if I offended you in any way master Deon…!” I vowed down. If I didn’t hold a bit of my pride, I would be on my knees begging him not to eat me alive.

“Don’t call me that. It’s annoying me…” Deon said with a cold voice.

“Y-YES, OF COURSE COUNT DEON!” I yelled and apologized profusely; I wanted to curl up in a ball and slowly die. Please leave me alone!

“And don’t yell.”

“Yes…”

“...”

“...”

“...”

God, and the heavens above…please have mercy upon me and get me out of this situation! 

I was on the verge of tears, until a pastry came into my line of view. “Huh?” I looked up to see that it was Count Deon who had his arm stretched out.

“Take it,” his arm moved closer to me, waiting for me to take the medium size cupcake.

I was hungry and wanted to take it, but I retracted my hand away from it. What if this is one of those perverse games of his? It could have poison, and when I eat it, he’ll be laughing at my dying body while I try to scream for help. But if I don’t accept it, he’ll get mad..! Oh, why did this have to happen to me!?

As minutes passed and my mind battled on what action I should take. I felt a hand grab my wrist and twisted it until my palm was facing upwards. Then, I felt the soft bottom of the cupcake.

“Just take the damn cupcake,” Count Deon said with a small scuff. I saw as he slowly left for his office. He stopped mid-walk and called back to me, “[Name]?”

“Y-yes?!”

“Next time, accept whatever I give you. Got that?”

“O..kay?” He nodded and fully left. I was left in the hallway with a cupcake in hand. My eyes wandered back to the pastry. My stomach wanted to try it, so I tried it, even if my brain warned me not to. “Oh!” It was sweet! Vanilla flavor with chocolate inside it, topped with whipping cream.

If the cupcake had poison, I couldn't taste it. I gazed back at the spot where Count Deon was last.

“...Maybe… He isn’t that bad after all.”

Fin

𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚜: None (because this is a one-time request for this fandom... Unless).

Master-List

[dyinggirldied]

Characters with the same name in manhwa

(Tumblr gets funky so i cannot enter their names below but from top to bottom is Penelope - Jeremy - Deon - Aria)