#I'm not that kind of talent manhwa

[sober-rain]

!!! spoilers for I'm not that kind of talent !!!

hmm

looking forward to this mess of a family 👍

[loeh]

From the moment he saw your portrait, his life began to change in ways he could hardly understand. At first, he attended the auction out of obligation. He was indifferent to the event until he saw you, captured in a frame, almost lost among the other items on display.

You didn’t stand out at first. Your beauty wasn’t the kind that demanded immediate attention. Yet, when the bidding for your portrait began, he found himself compelled to participate. Was it boredom? A reckless display of wealth? He couldn’t say, even to himself.

The moment he brought your portrait home, he placed it in his room—an odd choice, one that puzzled him. It started as a mere curiosity. What was it about you that had so many people interested? Why did you look so serene, yet so stern?

Your gown, with its deep crimson velvet, was a masterpiece of craftsmanship, clinging to your form like a whispered secret. The intricate lace on the bodice gracefully embraced your delicate shoulders, while the silk train flowed like liquid fire. It was mesmerizing, yet it was your expression that truly captivated him. It wasn’t one of joy or contentment, but of solemness—a quiet command that demanded respect and obedience.

Each night, as he looked upon the portrait, he became more obsessed, wondering who you were, what thoughts filled your mind when you posed for this image. It was as though you had reached out from the canvas, drawing him into a world where he couldn’t escape your gaze, a world where he was slowly losing himself to an obsession he couldn’t explain.

His curiosity had become an all-consuming obsession. The more he stared at your portrait, the more he needed to know about the woman who had captivated him so completely. He scoured records, questioned merchants, and chased down rumors, but for the longest time, his search led nowhere. You seemed to be a ghost, a figure lost to time.

Finally, after what felt like an endless pursuit, he encountered an elderly man who claimed to know your story. The man spoke with a somber tone, revealing that you were once the Crown Princess of a proud and flourishing kingdom. But tragedy had struck when your father’s own brother, betrayed the royal family. He committed treason, igniting a rebellion that tore the kingdom apart.

Despite being outnumbered and facing overwhelming odds, you stood as the last line of defense. You took up arms, leading the loyalists in a desperate attempt to save your home. The man recounted how you fought with unmatched bravery, refusing to yield even as the kingdom crumbled around you. But in the end, your efforts were not enough.

The last anyone saw of you was during a fierce duel with your once loyal knight and lover on the edge of a cliff. Some say you were killed in that final battle; others believe you vanished, your fate a mystery. The man who recounted this tale was none other than the head butler of your kingdom, a loyal servant who had witnessed the downfall firsthand.

Through further questioning, he learned that after your supposed death, your uncle’s reign quickly fell into chaos. The kingdom, once thriving, could not withstand the internal strife and soon succumbed to external wars. These conflicts were so devastating that they effectively erased the kingdom from history, leaving nothing behind but forgotten ruins and faded memories.

The more he uncovered, the deeper his obsession grew. You were no longer just a figure in a painting; you were a tragic heroine. The thought that your story, your life, could be forgotten by time haunted him. He felt an inexplicable connection to you, as if understanding your past could somehow fill the emptiness he felt within himself.

In the end, his search led him to a humble barhouse where you, once a Crown Princess, were now reduced to serving as a maid. The sight of you, stripped of your former grandeur, struck him like a blow to the heart. How could someone of your noble stature have fallen so low? The injustice of it consumed him, feeding the obsession that had taken root within him.

Determined to restore you to the glory he believed you deserved, he decided to take matters into his own hands. He married you, forcibly and without your consent, convinced that he was saving you from a life of indignity. To him, this was an act of love, a twisted belief that he was doing what was best for you, even if you couldn't see it.

He impregnated you with his children, two daughters who became the center of his world. In his mind, he had found his happy ending—a life with you by his side, a family that completed the vision he had constructed in his obsessive heart. He had given you back everything you had lost, or so he thought.

But you, despite everything, continued to resist. You sought every chance to escape, your spirit undimmed even in the face of his control. You spoke of how you didn't love this life, how you longed to be free from the gilded cage he had created. To him, your words were incomprehensible. How could you not see that he had given you everything? How could you reject the life he had worked so hard to build for you?

In his eyes, your ingratitude was maddening. He had rescued you, loved you, given you the children he believed would bind you to him forever. Yet you still sought to flee, still spoke of a life you wanted to escape from. To him, it was baffling—shouldn't you be more grateful? Shouldn't you love the life he had crafted for you with such care and obsession?

But in his twisted perception of love, he could not see the prison he had built around you, nor the pain he caused in his relentless pursuit of a happiness that was his alone.

Maximillian Ashet, Dylan Sean Blathe, Anastacius de Alger Obelia, Dion Agriche, Cruel Harte, Rezef Hill, Eros Vasilios, Callisto Regulus, Ahin Grace, Theobold von Baden Mismarck, Noah Wynknight, Abel Heilon, Prince Escalus, Luciano Valeztena

[nukudraws]

Do you see what I see?

[purplesoulcollection]

Unnatural Love

Part 3 Synopsis : Name has being transmigrated into the world of I'm Not That Kind Of Talent without ever reading the novel. She's not being reincarnated as a human but as a devil as well. Hi There! I want to let you know that this fanfiction story isn't solely my creation. I borrowed the concept from @quqiwo2. I haven't actually read the novel either, just some spoiler to the end.

I hope you'll excuse my spelling and grammar mistake, because English not my first language.

"Adele, starting today you are assigned to be a servant of Mr Demon. Get to work today!" said the Head Servant of this demon palace.

He was an older man who seemed to have a lot of experience in workforce personalization.

"You mean I work for Mr Demon? Isn't there Mr. Ed, the deputy troop commander, ready to help him?" My curiosity getting better than me.

Wasn't he already has a deputy who ready to help him, why should me too?

"Adele, you have been given a name by Mr Demon, repay him for your beautiful name." This butler seems to be saying that I don't deserve this beautiful name given to me.

Because lowly background...

And that makes me really annoyed with him.

But in the end I could only agree with the butler's words, having no choice but to swallow my resentment.

Then I was curious, why did I become his servant Mr Demon. It's true that I was given a name after the first time they met and Mr Demon greeted me when we met a few more times.

But I don't think there's anything strange about it.

Did my job change like this because of a request from Mr Demon or was this actually a ploy by the demon king.

If it was the latter, I would most likely be used as a pawn as a spy.

Because after all Mr Demon still a human. Unless he completely sides with the devil.

I'm not stupid enough to don't know that he still holds on to his human side too.

The proof is that he just kept to himself in his room, not too involved with the zero troops he led due to illness.

Whatever the demon king's cunning plans, I will not remain silent if I am used as his temporary pawn. I still have my brain to think logically to subjugate him.

But for the time being I will remain obediently a virtuous servant.

"Mr Demon, I'm Adele. I brought your breakfast." I knocked his room door, letting him know that I'm here.

"Come in!" Although be muted, his voices are still heard from outside.

Then I went in and put the food Mr Demon on the table available in his room. Not letting my eyes wander to him when he wears his shirt on top of his turtleneck.

And Mr Demon who was already wearing formal clothes, finally sat down in his chair to eat his food.

I watched him eat until he finished before I finally started to tell him,

"Mr Demon, starting today I am assigned to be your servant."

Mr Demon was surprised. He seemed to choke on his own saliva before he finally drank the water.

"You?! I thought you were just delivering food as usual."

Indeed, before today I was assigned several times to deliver food Mr Demon too. We were quite friendly in chatting about things unrelated to our status and differences.

Honestly, talking to Mr Demon made me feel again what it feels to be a human again in the midst of interactions with demons that are very annoying and discouraging for me.

Here's my relationship with the demons is not healthy for my own body and soul. I always have to be hit by anger, belittled, blows, sarcasm, death threats. I'm tired to always nonchalant about that fact.

I always have to be patient so that there is no reason for me to just die.

So talking to him really made me think that he is more friendly than the rumors that say he will kill you if you bother him even the slightest bit.

The real demon isn't any better than the rumored Demon.

To answer the question Mr Demon earlier...

"I thought so too, but I only received orders from my superiors. So I don't know the reason. "

Then he fell silent with his face wrinkled and his red eyes turned into those of a scary predator. That looks is really scary though.

But from my experience, Mr Demon will only stare intently. didn't actually try to attack me.

When I first saw those eyes I was scared to death, but now I'm used to it.

'As long as I've done nothing wrong, why should I be afraid?'

So I remained calm even though I was being stared at like that.

But the effects of being stared at for a long time like that are also dangerous, so let's shift the focus...

"After eating, do you want to visit Troop 0? Troop 0 has been waiting for your presence among them for a long time."

"Team 0..." As usual, Mr Demon always reluctant to discuss his own troops. If someone really used their brain, they will know it.

"Mr Ed has also been waiting for your arrival for a long time."

"Mr. Ed?! Why do you call him so polite. Is he not being nice to you?"

Is Mr Demon is the actual crazy? Even if he's not like the strong one in Devil's troop, he's still be one of the strongest devil in this devil palace.

"You keep joking, Mr Demon. Mr. Ed also really hates lowly devils like me. Besides, Mr. Ed is good with you because he is loyal and admires you. There's no way I could get the same treatment as Mr Demon."

"Are you... are you still experiencing hate treatment like this all the time?" His face looks not very good one. He looks very annoyed but still care for me... and that's makes me give a sorrowful smile.

"There won't be any significant changes, Mr Demon. But if I could hide behind a name Mr Demon maybe I could even scare them." I joked around to Mr Demon.

I need to change the sad topic, maybe he'll say no and i move on.

"Do it!" a spontaneous voice Mr Demon making me open my eyes to stare Mr Demon that had been speaking nonsense.

"I was just joking, Mr Demon. Please don't take my joke seriously." I tried to persuade him Mr Demon he just shook his head.

"You have to fight, Adele. Even if you consider yourself a worthless devil, you still have to fight for yourself." His face shows the fighting spirit that i should have, but i lacked that spirit.

'Maybe i don't really cut out with this world.'

"But, aren't you injured because of the effects of fighting a hero. If I involve you who are still sick in my problem..."

"I'll take care of it in time."

My mouth opened with reflexes, I found my savior in the midst of the complexity of this devil's world...

So I leaned a little closer and smiled broadly at Mr Demon and said "You said that yourself, I would like to thank you first, Mr Demon. For the inconvenience i'll brought"

I was busy thinking about the best way to use a name of Mr. Demon to get revenge on my bully until I didn't see his red face while looking at me.

To Be Continued

[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.

[rathesy]

Basic ass incorrect quotes with Deon (& Demon King) from I'm Not That Kind of Talent!;

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[Name]: I slept for almost 12 hours but I might still be tired so lets go for 12 more just incase.

Deon: [name], that's a coma.

[Name]: Sounds festive.

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Deon needing help to escape the demons: Okay, help me please!

[Name] drinking caffeine: Got two words for you.

Deon: I bet they won't be helpful.

[Name]: Your problem.

Deon: I was right.

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[Name]: You're right.

Deon: That's... That's an unusual phrase for you. Did you just learn it?

[Name]: I hope you never escape

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[Name]: Lol heads up if you try to make a candle with food coloring, the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you'll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter. Please take my word on this lmfao

Deon: What did you do?

[Name]: A MISTAKE DEON CALL CARVER—

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[Name]: God, give me patience.

Deon: I think you mean 'give me strength'.

[Name]: If God gave me strength, everyone will die.

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[Name]: Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life

Deon: Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind?

[Name]: Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die.

Demon king Carver: edible ^^

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[Name]: In my defense, I was left unsupervised.

Demon King Carver: Wasn't Deon with you?

Deon holding two bottle of demon alcohol: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

Demon King Carver grabbing the bottles: NO

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Demon king Carver: You have to apologize to Deon

[Name]: Fine.

[Name] infront of Deon: 'Unfuck you' or whatever.

[manawari]

Categorizing the MCs from the manhwas I've read because why not ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Overpowered, badass, (has zero chill):

Sung Jin-woo, Zephyr, Han Islat/Han Seo-jin, Gwon Gangu/Cassian, Seo Joo-heon, Arthur Leywin, Yoon Seul, Arut (Deon Hart)

Just wants to live a peaceful life and yet, life keeps testing them:

Yu Ijin, Yoon Gamin, Deon Hart

Needs therapy, likes putting themselves in danger, knows how to scam/trick people to their delight, "what's death? Is it my middle finger?", absolute headaches (yet you love them anyway):

Kim Dokja, Kim Gongja, Lloyd Frontera, Cale Henituse, Seo Joo-heon

[ilynaru]

like/reblog if u save <3

[monthlymanga]

October 2023 reads

The art of reincarnation

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Reborn as the enemy prince

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I raised Cinderella preciously

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I'm not that kind of talent

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Concubine walkthrough

[radio-zephyr]

ough i reread intkot again and im having so much thoughtsssss mild spoilers below the cut!

I can't stop wondering about deon's family during his time in the eight years war. We know that when they first find out they're absolutely horrified and devastated, begging to meet the empire and see deon again. But the war lasted eight years, and there's so much time in between, i really wonder how the family changed. Like they had to have heard about the rumors about deon once he had become so ruthless and merciless he gained the status of a hero and became the 'vanguard of the eight years war' right? His reputation alone is enough to keep armies at bay and the simple fact of his being wounded is enough to encourage whole countries to view the empire as being weaker, those in the empire must have recieved some news about the frontlines. Did his parents obsess over any news? Did they hunt for any last scrap of information, any sign on how their beloved son was doing? Were they horrified at the brutality he enacted? Did they know the extent of the brutality? or was it only passing rumors that they managed to catch? Was their first reaction relief that he was alive? did horror trump that feeling or did they feel more grateful than disgusted by deon's actions? how would they have felt, knowing their beloved child, who had always been so weak, had become such a ruthless force at war? Would that have burdened them with so much more guilt? or fear? Did they spend their days lying awake, cataloguing everything they learned and praying for his survival? Or was everything too much? After all, eight years is a long time. Did they give up after years of begging to no avail? Did they turn away from any news of the war out of fear of what they might hear? that their precious son was dead? that his body was trampled, or he was crushed and left for the vultures? Did they close their eyes and desperately pray that deon was alive, whilst refusing to know if he truly was? What about cruel? Did he track the newspapers so closely, or was information on the war not detailed enough? I want to know so badly just how deon's family felt. They were the people who had truly loved deon. And when deon returned, and they wake up in the middle of the night to the carnage in their estate, and deon opens the door, and he drops the corpse, and points a knife at them. Did they first feel shock? disbelief? that they were dreaming? Or were they overcome with even that momentary relief, that they could see their baby again? were they overjoyed for even that one second, before reality set in? Or was horror the first thing they felt, unfamiliarity, at the sight of someone they could barely recognize as their son? Or was it relentless guilt? When they called his name, was it in confusion? Desperation? To reach out, to hold him, to ask him what was happening, why he was doing this? When deon shoved that knife into their bodies, how did they feel? What was their last thought, their last emotion, towards deon? towards the person he had become, the child he still was? In the end, could they ever truly bring themselves to resent him for it?

[sugar-masochist]

this guy canonically has loving parents who named him "Cruel". Like the other child is the supposedly the hated one but the child they LOVED is named cruel. what.

[sober-rain]

AAAHAHAHAH LOOK AT THIS

DEON'S HAIRCLIP, CRUEL SMILING, CAVER'S ARM AROUND DEON & DEON HOLDING EDUARDO'S,,, SHSWUBSSJHSBSSN

[nukudraws]

Deon when alcohol, Cale when money:

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

[purplesoulcollection]

Unnatural Love

Part 19 Synopsis : Name has being transmigrated into the world of I'm Not That Kind Of Talent without ever reading the novel. She's not being reincarnated as a human but as a devil as well. Hi There! I want to let you know that this fanfiction story isn't solely my creation. I borrowed the concept from @quqiwo2. I haven't actually read the novel either, just some spoiler to the end.

I hope you'll excuse my spelling and grammar mistake, because English not my first language.

Tililit

The phone's ringtone serves as a notification to inform the owner of an incoming call.

She picked up her phone after typing something important to her that required her attention, irritated with her own phone. She glance to identify the caller quickly so she can go back to typing,

Upon recognizing the caller's identity, her expression soured. She had already anticipated the nature of the conversation that awaited her. Dread coming towards her like a wave.

Though she felt reluctant, she ultimately decided to answer the call.

However, she could not even manage a greeting before a voice interrupted her. "Girl, when are you going to get married? Your mother has been waiting for you to find someone." The caller was quite direct in expressing their intentions. No small talk to chit chat.

The woman was momentarily taken aback, but she did not allow this to deter her.

"Mom, why are you asking me that? Are you not satisfied with having a grandchild from my sister?"

Indeed, her sister was fortunate enough to have found someone she loved and married him, despite being younger than her.

Her mother must be frustrated because she, the older sibling, remained unmarried while her sister had already surpassed her in that regard.

"One grandchild is not enough, dear. All of my children should be married and have their own children. Do you want me to come over and explain this in more detail?" Shouted by her, she could hear the baby's voice along with the mother's voice.

Apparently her mother become the nanny to her grandchild today.

Mother just putting on a show, and she knows it. That was a classic move from her mother. She kept using that tactic over and over, like a song stuck on repeat, until I couldn’t stand it anymore. It was obvious she was just talking without any real plans to follow through.

She don't want to come here and make herself tired.

I sarcastically mocked mother. "You can’t do that anyway, Mom. You’re too busy taking care of your own grandchild. Plus, I don’t even have anyone in mind for marriage. I’m not old enough for you to remind me about marriage every single day."

And finally she snapped to me like a wire of the snapped guitar "You’re not too young! You’re already 25! I gave birth to you 25 years ago. Your sister is even married before you. Aren’t you embarrassed, Mom? The neighbors are already bringing it up in front of me."

I imagined mom being ganged by the other gossiped mom, it's not looking so good, but she have to mad for me.

I raised my voice, losing my patience. "I’m not even close to that, Mom! Why can’t you just brush off the gossip?"

My outburst only made her angrier. "How dare you speak to me like that, young lady? Fine, I won’t bother with you anymore." With that, she hung up, leaving me in the midst of the chaos, staring at the phone.

I set my phone down on the table, hugged my knees, and felt a wave of sadness wash over me. Even though I was used to my mom’s constant chatter, it still hurt. No matter what, she always seemed dissatisfied with me, and it pained me to see her upset.

"You didn't even care to me at all, mom... " my murmur to my pitiful self. Flashback playing in my head.

Mom always liked this since in the past, she don't care me as her child. She only wants me to live and she always ignore me since I child. while I often felt ignored, especially since my sister and I were left alone while our parents busied themselves with their restaurant.

Their energy and attention were always devoted to the restaurant, and I would only see them in the mornings when they rushed out to open up or at night when they were too exhausted to engage with me.

We felt like strangers, despite sharing the same blood. They provided for us financially, but that was about it.

I pressed my fingers to my temples, feeling overwhelmed. Conversations with my parents now leave me feeling drained.

As a child, they rarely spoke to me, even when I tried to reach out. So why do they want to talk to me now? Is it just because they’re getting older and suddenly interested in my life?

I notice my own writing hanging in the balance as I pick up my phone. My mood has shifted, and I realize I can't focus on writing right now. I’ll have to come back to it later.

I leave my laptop behind, making sure to save my work before I rush to my bed, seeking the warmth and comfort I need.

It’s not exactly what I envisioned, but it’s all I have at the moment.

If I’m already feeling down about my mom, maybe I should also think about Deon. It might just deepen my sadness instead of letting me enjoy the fleeting moments of happiness.

Is he doing okay in his world? What happens next after I leave this one? Can he move on without me? I truly hope so…

Even though I’m reluctant to let him go, fate has already played its hand, casting Deon as the hero while I remain a pawn in his story.

Maybe I should stay in that world...

Maybe I shouldn't push Deon's hand...

Maybe I should loving myself as a demon even faster...

The past is behind me, and no amount of regret can alter it. Deon and I might be a couple meant to cross paths, but perhaps we’re not meant to last.

I became reminded to my first day after I come back

When I opened my eyes, this is what I saw. My gaze fell on the screen, revealing my own room.

I should feel joy at the sight of my space, as one would expect, but instead, tears streamed down my face. Happiness felt out of reach.

I��ve returned to my own reality, leaving Deon behind…

That screen stands as the final proof of this world’s existence for me before it fades away, just like it has done before. It leaves me alone, surrounded by my own tears.

Deon pleads with me, his voice thick with emotion, perhaps feeling as deeply as I do. Even though I tried to mask my sadness, it’s impossible to ignore the desperation in his tone, which inevitably touches me too.

With that thought, I can only cry. I’ve already shed so many tears on the first day. My emotions feel dulled now, exhausted from being sad for Deon.

This has been my reality for three years.

My own struggles in this world have kept me too occupied to daydream about Deon. I thought I had moved on, or at least that’s what I tell myself.

But since then, I can't find any romance partner. Fate didn't bring a romance partner instead of Deon for me.

I don't know if I am not the ideal woman for a man or not but nobody trying to know me more detailed.

The people I meet only the professional one, stay in an appropriate distance and having no interest to me. So I'm not close with anyone. The world is hard for me to even approach someone.

I sighed tiredly, maybe the experience to transmigrated already exhaust all my own luckiness in this world.

"I need something sweet, should I go to buy something?! "

And to elevate my own mood...

And so I changed my own pajama to something more suitable for go outside buy some sweets.

She chose not to head home immediately. Just grabbing some treats and going straight back felt too mundane. Living alone, I thought, if I don’t take advantage of my temporary freedom now, when will I?

I picked up some sweets and a little alcohol, hoping to escape the gloom of my empty apartment that feels so lonely without anyone else around.

My parents are far away, and they can be quite challenging to deal with. My sister is caught up in her own family life, and I don’t have any friends who aren’t overly curious about my situation.

I ended up drinking in the park, trying to drown my sorrows, but it didn’t really help. Instead, it just brought my hidden emotions to the forefront.

I swear I didn’t overdo it; I’m still a woman, not some guy who can lounge around without a care in the world. I think I bumped into a few people, but I always made sure to apologize, even if I was a bit wobbly.

Then I encountered a guy and said sorry to him, but he stopped me. I shot him a glare, trying to focus on this unfamiliar face, noticing he didn’t have any curves at all.

He looked blurry to me, and I couldn’t quite make out his features.

I wasn’t sure what I was saying; it all came out in a jumble, typical of someone who’s had a bit too much to drink. My vision was foggy, and my thoughts were scattered.

But i still said it, "Deon?"

Why am i so warm?

I always turn on the air conditioning, knowing I’ll be freezing in the morning, but surprisingly, this time I’m not cold at all. In fact, it feels quite the opposite.

I can’t quite recall what happened last night. Did anything even happen? As I slowly opened my heavy eyelids, I had to blink several times before realizing that I wasn’t in my own space.

I rubbed my eyes a few times, trying to grasp the reality of the situation.

The room around me is wild. It has a cool gray color scheme, and even the blanket I’m under is gray. As I look around, I notice the decor is stylish and elegant—definitely not what I’d expect from a woman’s room.

Could it be that I ended up in a guy’s room? Does this mean I had a one-night stand?

I glanced down at my clothes and noticed I was in pajamas.

Wait, if I really did have a one-night stand, shouldn’t I be naked? Why am I already dressed? Did someone really sleep with me without my knowledge, or did I get changed without anything happening?

Then it hit me—I felt warm and was lying on my side, which meant the guy must be behind me.

Nervously, I turned my head, trying to be careful and promising myself not to scream when I saw his face.

And then I saw him…

Deon?!

I couldn’t help but scream, breaking my own promise. I quickly pulled away and fell out of bed. The loud thud from my fall startled him awake. He looked around, only to spot my feet sticking out.

He rushed over to me on the floor. My backside took quite a hit from the fall, and my head was spinning a bit.

"Are you okay?" he asked, reaching down to lift me by my armpits, cradling me like a baby as we locked eyes.

I know I’m a bit shorter than him, but that doesn’t mean he can just carry me like this, with my legs dangling in the air! If I had to choose a position, I’d prefer to carried from the back...

WAIT, SO I REALLY HAVING ONE NIGHT STAND WITH DEON?!

THE END...

Extra:

"Are you really Deon Hardt in another world?" I looked at him with my suspecting eyes, not wanting to directly trust his word. Even if the face is same as my memory serves.

He looked at me with those pleading puppy eyes, clearly hurt by my doubt. "Yes, are you not believing me at all, Adele?"

Adele is not the name i used here. He's the real one...

I tried to defend myself against his accusation. "You know my name here. I think you only the different person with the same face!!!"

"You're the one who called me." He complained a little to make me believe him, but luck is not with him.

"I don't even remember how we met, Deon. So i can't confirm anything you want to confirm to me?"

"You are being so chatty when you're drunk, Name. You must not drunk without me around you or someone will used that to scam you." His worried face make me sulky with no talkback i can use. I myself also know that it wasn't safe for me either.

"It's my first time, Deon. I swear- I'm not trying to become alcoholic!" I replied with conscience of guilty, he then make a relieved face.

"Good..."

"So we are not doing it?" I gestured with my fingers, too embarrassed to say it out loud.

"Of course no, Name. I don't want to do it when you don't even realize me. We are already couple, why i must take an advantage from you?"

I don't know what i want to say about this topic so i direct it to wherever else.

"So how did you get here, Deon. Isn't this world looks strange to you? With technology and electronics"

"It's a bit odd, yet also pleasant. The divine has granted me the essential memories I need to live and function, so I don't come off as lost or out of place in this world."

I felt my expression and thoughts go blank. Did he just say... "The GOD?! You talk to GOD?! You really are something special, Deon..."

"Not really, Adele." He kept me grounded, even though it's an accomplishment not everyone achieves.

"Since when you came here?"

"Since 4 months ago..."

"What's your job here?"

"Model, that's the job i have."

Wow, Deon has really made it as a model in this world. Now I see why he can afford such a stylish apartment—it's way nicer than my own budget-friendly place.

"Did you apply for that?"

"No, it was the job search agent who suggested I become a model, even though I had no idea about this world."

I believe the agent has a point. If Deon can maintain his handsome and enigmatic appearance, he could easily find success as a model or even as a content creator, showcasing his looks in various ways. He truly has the ultimate advantage in navigating this world.

As I drift off into my thoughts, I notice Deon gazing at me quietly. A warm expression lights up his face as he looks my way. "Adele."

"Hm…" I catch his words, even if I’m not fully focused on him.

"I missed you, so I came here to see you. Do you miss me?" he says with that charming smile of his before pulling me into a hug. He really is a game-changer, making me laugh with pride as I gently pat his back. Having him in my life is undoubtedly one of the best things that has happened to me.

"Of course i do, Deon. You're my first and last love at all, I'm happy you can reach me now."

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Thank you for sticking with this story until the end! As a token of my appreciation, here’s a little insight. Initially, I only planned to write up to part 5. I was torn between continuing the story or wrapping it up like a oneshot, which would have left things open-ended yet still somewhat satisfying. Ultimately, I decided to expand the narrative and tweak the storyline a bit. Keeping Cruel alive meant Deon would face less heartache, even though it’s Adele who ultimately has to step into Cruel's role and leave Deon behind.

I’m proud to say I transformed the typical tragic ending trope into one that includes romance and struggle. This is my first and favorite piece because I managed to see it through to completion, despite some noticeable plot holes. Does anyone have any requests for Deon and Adele? I’d love to hear your ideas before I attempt to address those plot holes with additional stories—if I decide to write them!

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more deon hart demon arut art???? lets go!! i love this silly little psycho man so much

lines are the bane of my existence

[anwya if u wanna see more art from me pls look at my masterposts pls!!] (shameless plug-in)

oh yeah heres the refrence (i love refrencing off of anime figurines) ::

i found it on pinterestt

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*sighs * you poor poor basterd