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waywardmaslow · 8 months ago

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The Epic Codependency of Sam and Dean Winchester

• Dean went and got Sam from Stanford not because he needed Sam’s help finding John but simply because he wanted Sam with him 1.01

• Dean threw himself off a bridge just because that’s what Sam appeared to be doing 1.01

• Sam knew immediately when Dean was really a shifter 1.06

• “We accept homeowners of any race, religion, color… or sexuality.” -Larry and Lynda @ Sam & Dean 1.08

• Sam felt no guilt over someone having to die in order for Dean’s life to be saved 1.12

• “A king or two queens?” -Michael “Two queens.” -Dean “Yeah, I’ll bet.” -Michael 1.18

• Dean no longer wanted to hunt down the thing that killed Mary if it meant Sam dying 1.21

• Dean wasted one of the 3 remaining bullets for the colt on a low-level demon who was attacking Sam 1.22

• Sam blindly trusts Dean when he says John is possessed 1.22

• Sam and Dean coming up with identical cover stories and coming to the same conclusion re: “Dana Schulps” clue while separated during a hunt 2.07

• Dean gave Baby to a stranger and locked himself in with a Croatoan-infected Sam, ready to kill Sam then himself once Sam went rabid(or let rabid!Sam infect him too so they’d be monsters together) 2.09

• “So, uh, ..king-sized bed?” -Susan “No no, we’re uh.. 2 singles. We’re just brothers.” -Sam 2.11

• “Bonny to your Clyde” -Hendrickson @ Dean about Sam 2.12

• Dean was willing to cover up a murder Sam may have committed 2.14

• “You two are bickering like an old married couple.” -Bobby @ Sam & Dean 2.15

• Dean’s current relationship with Sam was more important to him than the normal life he could’ve had if Mary never died 2.20

• Dean cared more about Sam going to law school and marrying Jess than he did about any of what he had purely for himself(his job and gf) in his Djinn fantasy 2.20

• When Lily opened up to Sam about accidentally killing her girlfriend, Sam empathized with her by bringing up how Dean might be dead(for all he knew) instead of bringing up Jessica’s death(which he canonically blamed himself for) 2.21

• “Something big’s going down, Dean. End-of-the-world big.” -Bobby “Well then, let it end!” -Dean after Sam died 2.22

• Dean sold his soul to bring Sam back from the dead (which lead to him breaking the first seal kicking off the apocalypse) 2.22

• Ruby used Sam’s fear of losing Dean then grief after his death to manipulate him 3.02/3.16/4.09

• Sam was willing to bleed an innocent human dry in order to summon the trickster to bring Dean back 3.11

• Sam was willing to become an organ-harvesting immortal to keep Dean from dying and going to hell 3.15

• “Whatever the magic pill is, I’ll take it too!” -Sam “What is this, Sid and Nancy?” -Dean 3.15

• “Sammy, all I’m saying is you’re my weak spot. You are. And I’m yours.” -Dean 3.16

• Sam tried to open the gate to hell (risking letting more demons into the world) to save Dean 4.01

• Sam tried to sell his soul multiple times to get Dean back from hell 4.01/4.09

• “Are you two like…together?” -Ruby 4.01

• “You don’t need me. You and Ruby go hunt demons.” -Dean being more jealous of Ruby than suspicious 4.04

• Dean willingly handed Anna over to the angels who wanted to kill her because they threatened to send Sam to hell if he didn’t 4.10

• Dean’s siren was an idealized version of Sam 4.14

• Sam consumed more demon blood than normal to kill Alistair and save Dean (it’s likely that this was the turning point when Sam became addicted) 4.16

• Dean knows Sam’s habits so well that he’s able to track him down even when Sam’s trying to do the opposite of what he thinks Dean would expect him to do 4.21

• Sam hunted down Lilith to avenge Dean (which lead to breaking the final seal releasing Lucifer) 4.09/4.22

• “Whatever we have between us, love, family, whatever it is..” -Dean to Sam 5.04

• future!Dean was willing to sacrifice all his friends (including Cass) to avenge Sam 5.04

• Dean prevented the endverse future simply by reconnecting with Sam 5.04

• “We’re all we’ve got. More than that, we keep each other human.” -Dean to Sam 5.04

• “The relationship that you have with your brother seems dangerously codependent.” -Dr. Fuller to Dean 5.11

• Sam and Dean are soulmates with a shared heaven 5.16

• “Sam and Dean are psychotically, irrationally, erotically codependent on each other” -Zachariah 5.18

• Dean decided against saying yes to Michael because he didn’t want to let Sam down 5.18

• Dean prioritized helping Sam over Adam in the beautiful room and it led to Michael taking Adam as his vessel 5.18

• Dean was ready to die with Sam/let Lucifer beat him to death if Sam couldn’t regain control of his body 5.22

• Sam’s love for Dean gave him the strength to overcome Lucifer 5.22

• “Dean didn't want Cas to save him. Every part of him, every fiber he's got, wants to die, or find a way to bring Sam back.” -Chuck voiceover 5.22

• Having a normal apple-pie life means nothing to Dean if Sam isn’t alive to be part of it. -> “I wanted my brother! Alive!” -Dean / “Had I shown up, Dean, you would have just run off(away from Lisa and Ben).” -Sam 6.01

• “That woman and that kid; I only went to them because you asked me too!” & “I showed up on their doorstep half out of my head with grief. God knows why they even let me in. I drank too much. I had nightmares. I looked everywhere. I collected hundreds of books, trying to find anything to bust you out.” -Dean to Sam 6.01

• Dean chose hunting full-time with Sam over staying with Lisa and Ben 6.02

• “The minute Sam walked through that door, I knew. It was over. You two have the most unhealthy, tangled-up, crazy thing I’ve ever seen.” -Lisa about Dean and Sam 6.06

• “Mallory to your Micky” -Veritas to Sam about Dean 6.06

• Dean died to make a deal with Death to save Sam’s soul from the cage and in doing so chose Sam over Adam 6.11

• Sam took on his cage memories so Dean wouldn’t be left alone 6.22

• Dean became Sam’s stone number 1 when he was having trouble telling what was real 7.02

• Sam and Dean each quickly recognized each others leviathan doppelgängers 7.06

• Sam’s grief over losing Dean is paralleled to Amelia’s grief over losing her husband, both believe their loved one is dead, both get their loved one back. s8 Flashbacks

• “Is it just me or are you getting a workplace-romance vibe from those two?” -Michael & “Dude, they just sat and talked about how they have been apart for a year. You were probably right about that whole office-romance thing.” -Brian about Sam and Dean 8.04

• Sam chooses Dean over Amelia 8.10

• Dean chooses to take on the 3 trials mainly because he doesn’t want Sam to do it and risk his life, he wants Sam to reap the benefits of a demon free world 8.14

• Dean’s perfect ending is simply for Sam to get out of hunting and lead a normal apple-pie life till he’s old and grey 8.14

• “Cass, you got your ears on? Listen, you know I am not one for praying, 'cause in my book it's... it's the same as begging. But this is about Sam, so I need you to hear me.” -Dean 8.16

• Dean killed Benny so Sam could be saved from Purgatory 8.19

• “You two fight like an old married couple.” Charlie to Sam & Dean 8.20

• Dean chose a world with demons over a demon-free world without Sam 8.23

• “You know what I confessed in there? What my greatest sin was? It’s how many times I’ve let you down. I can’t do that again.” -Sam to Dean 8.23

• “Don’t you dare think that there’s anything past or present that I would put in front of you.” -Dean to Sam 8.23

• Dean violated Sam’s trust and autonomy via tricking him into an Angel possession to save his life 9.01

• “There ain’t no me if there ain’t no you!” -Dean to Sam 9.01

• Dean kicked human!Cass -who was being hunted by angels- out of the bunker rendering him homeless so his mere presence wouldn’t drive away the Angel keeping Sam alive 9.03

• Young!Dean gave up a chance at a normal life so he could continue being there for Sam 9.07

• Dean gave Crowley permission to use one of the brothers’ code words to warn Sam about Gadreel 9.10

• Dean didn’t regret letting an Angel into Sam, even though it had resulted in Kevin being killed 9.13

• Sam could break through the MOC hold on Dean like Collette was able to do for Cain 9.16/9.21/10.23

• “You’re lying to Sam like he’s your wife.” - Crowley 9.17

• Sam tricked a man into selling his soul so he could torture the demon for info on where demon!Dean was 10.02/10.03

• “Right now I’m doing all I can not to come over there and rip your throat out…with my teeth.” -Demon!Dean to Sam 10.02

• “What did Sam say? He wanna divorce?” -Dean 10.03

• “I tried to kill him, Cass.” -Dean “It would take a lot more than trying to kill your brother with a hammer to make Sam want to walk away.” -Cass 10.03

• “Homosexual murderers!” -Bev “Like Leopold and Loeb!” -Hetty 10.06

• “Then would come the murder you'd never survive, the one that would finally turn you into as much of a savage as it did me. Your brother, Sam.” -Cain to Dean 10.14

• Sam was willing to bleed himself to death to unlock the Werther Box to get the codex so a cure for Dean could be found in the Book of the Damned 10.19

• Death wanted Sam to be killed because he knew Sam would never stop looking for a way to free Dean from the MOC regardless of the consequences 10.23

• Sam was willing to let Dean kill him so Death would send Dean somewhere he wouldn’t be a danger to anyone due to the MOC 10.23

• Dean killed Death because he couldn’t go through with killing Sam and Death had threatened to do it if he couldn’t 10.23

• Sam’s efforts to get the MOC off Dean result in the Darkness being released 10.23

• “I unleashed a force on this world that could destroy it to save you. And I’d do it again, in a second I’d do it again.” -Sam to Dean 11.01

• Dean: “Where’s Sam?” Crowley: “Don’t worry about Sam.” Dean: “I’m sorry; have you met me?” 11.10

• Dean chose comforting/looking after Sam over helping Cass fight Lucifer in the cage 11.10

• Sam was willing to risk his life letting “Cass”/Lucifer use his soul as a power-boost to save Dean who was trapped in the past 11.14

• Dean saw a manifestation of dead!Sam(part of his soul in distress) in the soul-eater’s nest 11.16

• Dean killed himself so he could bargain with a reaper to bring Sam back from the dead 11.17

• Because Dean thought Sam was dead, he was ready to let himself (and the couple they were trying to save) be killed by the werewolf pack they’d been hunting 11.17

• Michelle: “I just watched the man I love die; there’s no normal after that.” Dean: *thinking about how he’s just experienced the same thing with Sam except with a different outcome* 11.17

• “You fight like brothers; you’re almost as bad as [me and Sam].” -Dean “Actually, it’s more like an old married couple.” -Caesar 11.19

• Sam got infected by the Darkness fog and Dean abandoned the people they were trying to protect and instead tried to infect himself so he could die with Sam 11.20

• Dean used his relationship with Sam to relate to Amara and get her to reconcile with Chuck 11.23

• Amara in 11.09: *kisses Dean* -> Dean in 11.23 to Amara: “You simply need your brother. I mean, hell, maybe that’s why you wanted me. But deep down, you didn’t really want me…cuz I’m not him.”

• Sam and Mary: *trapped in Asa’s house by a demon* -> Dean: *stuck outside* “Sam! Sammy! Hey!” *after breaking in* “Where’s my brother?” 12.06

• “We’re like the American Oasis.” -Dean comparing himself & Sam to Liam & Noel Gallagher 12.07

• Sam and Dean were each willing to die so the other could escape the federal prison and live on 12.09

• “You know, sometimes me and Sam have got so much going on that…we forget about everyone else.” -Dean to Cass 12.23

• Dean began to warm up to Jack because he saved Sam’s life 13.04

• Sam and Dean were unfazed by being stuck in the Bad Place because they had each other 13.10

• “I don’t care what happens to me. I never really have. But I do care about what happens to my brother.” -Dean 13.20

• “And if we die? We’ll do that together too.” -Sam to Dean 13.20

• Dean went mute after Sam was killed and later set off on a suicide mission to retrieve Sam’s body or die trying 13.21

• Dean said yes to AU!Michael to save Sam from Lucifer 13.23

• Dean knows Bert and Ernie are gay 5.03 and suggests he and Sam dress as them for Halloween 14.04

• Though Dean was unable to take back control or cast Michael out, his resistance due to his attachment to Sam made him enough of a nuisance to Michael that he willingly let Dean go(temporarily) 14.09

• Sam was able to figure out where Michael had Dean trapped in his mind via knowing how Dean could be best subdued/distracted 14.10

• Sam broke through Michael’s hold on Dean with just one word: “Poughkeepsie” 14.10

• Sam was the only one who could talk Dean out of locking himself in the Ma’lak box with Michael for all eternity at the bottom of the ocean 14.12

• The thought of letting Dean down broke Sam free of Chip Harrington’s mind control 14.15

• “We have lost way, way too much. And it’s hard not to feel like just… cashing out. I felt like that. After Chuck, back at the crypt. But you know what brought me back? You did. By sayin’ that what we do still matters.” -Dean to Sam 15.04

• Dean was willing to abandon Cass in Purgatory, so he could get back home before the portal closed and save Sam from Chuck (that’s the only reason he sent up that prayer to Cass) 15.09

• Dean was willing to sacrifice Jack so he and Sam could have a life free of Chuck’s influence/control 15.17

• Dean was willing to trade everyone(who’d be collateral damage if Billie became the new god) except Sam for a shot at getting rid of Chuck 15.17

• Sam broke through Dean’s desperation to be rid of Chuck no matter what the cost, thwarting not just Billie’s plan but also Chuck’s brother-kills-brother endgame 15.17

• Dean stood outside Sam’s Stanford dorm for hours because he was so afraid of Sam possibly rejecting him, he didn’t know what he’d do if he didn’t have Sam 15.20

• “It’s always been you… and me.” “I love you so much..my baby brother.” -Dean to Sam 15.20

• Dean wouldn’t let go till Sam told him it was ok, he wanted to be sure Sam would be ok without him 15.20

• Sam spent the rest of his life mourning Dean and honoring his memory, named his son after him 15.20

• Dean’s heaven was not perfect till Sam got there 15.20

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bella-goths-wife · 1 year ago

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How would the Vs react if their pet died in hell, forever?

The Vs reaction if pet died in hell

(This is not canon to the au!)

This is disturbing and gross so please be mindful of the media you’re choosing to consume!

Warnings: description of dead body, disturbing keeping’s of dead body, Vs sick version of mourning, grief, mentions of previous abuse, drug use mentioned

You probably would have died during an extermination

Maybe the Vs got too busy to remember to reinforce the safety precautions for the tower

Or you were accidentally downstairs when they sealed their upper level off

In any case, you are killed by an angel in cold blood

But the Vs didn’t know that yet, they were too busy at their viewing party that spies on the hazbin hotel to watch in case alastor dies

They assumed you were just in your room and decided to leave you be since they were so interested in their little spy drones

So when Vox goes to your room to check up on you and doesn’t see you in your bed, he panics

He searches all his cameras while he sends the other two to search for you

Eventually they find your body thrown across the rubble and cut open

It all happens in a very saltburn fashion

Vox doesn’t know how to react as he just drops to his knees and holds your head up while muttering about how you must be feeling cold without a jacket

Velvette just stares before mentioning how it’s almost time for breakfast and that they should all head inside, choosing to live in denial and push her feelings down for the meantime

Valentino stifles a few cries as he just stares at your dead body

They wait for someone else to get rid of your body but as soon as another demon touches your body, vox snaps and shoves them away and picks you up himself

They had to decide what to do with your body

Velvette suggested stuffing you like a doll and keeping you in her office so she could choose a new outfit for you everyday, but Vox and Valentino refused

Not because it’s disturbing and disrespectful for your dead body, but because she’d have more time with you then they would

Valentino suggested having your body burnt and fashioning accessories out of your ashes, but the other two said it would be a waste of your body

Eventually Vox had an idea, and he searched for a demon he met many many years ago

This demon had the ability to restore an item to the original condition it was in 24 hours before

It wouldn’t be able to bring you back to life since they had just missed the 24 hour window when finding your body, but they could keep your body in its first stage of the effects of death

That means your body would remain warm and soft, as if you were just sleeping

Vox had your wounds stitched up to make you look like you were just asleep and he placed you in your bed and commanded the demon to come every day and restore your body so you wouldn’t rot away

He chose to deal with your death by throwing himself into denial

He’d pretend you were just sick in bed and would still visit your corpse every night to ‘check up on you’

He’d watch you through the cameras in your bedroom in case you needed him

He started finishing work earlier to spend time with your corpse and calming ‘his daughter was sick so he had to get going’

If someone tried to point out you were dead they would receive a threatening glare and even more if they weren’t Valentino or velvette

Velvette refused to go along with that plan for the first few months, and chose to deal with your death by pushing her feelings down and finding a replacement

She assumed it was like buying a new dog after her old one had died, and refused to believe she had any emotional attachment to you

So she tried finding your replacement

She’d hire assistant after assistant who either shared your physical looks, your personality, your ability or your mannerisms

But none of them could match you in the way she needed, so she’d end up killing them or firing them

So she gave in to voxs fantasy, and began to talk to your corpse like you’d respond and began to dress your body in a new outfit every day

This worked for her, she could pretend you were here and she could still deny ever having an attachment to you

Valentino was surprisingly the one to not live into the fantasy that you were only asleep

He was the one to care about you the least in life, but he was also the one to mourn you the most on death and feel the most guilt

He drowned his sorrows in his drugs, his alcohol and his employees

He thought about how he treated you in your life, and while he didn’t feel guilt for how he abused you he did feel like a part of his missed having someone around who he could pour his frustrations into

But now you were a dead, and that somehow humanised you to him

He sometimes would get so drunk that he’d wander into your room and sit beside your corpse just to vent about how angry he felt that you’d died

How dare you? Who gave you permission to leave?

He’d just stare at your corpse and scoff, not buying into the delusions that the other two were about your dead body just being asleep

He held a funeral for you which just had him and angel dust in attendance since the other two Vs refused to believe you were dead

Angel dust was only invited because val wanted something warm to hold as he felt the complicated feelings your death brought out in him

And even so, angel dust was sure that however sad your death was and how tragic it was

You were better off dead then living with these people

@corvid007 @buttercupfangirl @lilyalone @ivebeenthearchersstuff @repostingmyfavs @the-faceless-bride @fandomaddict505 @hazbinhotelxreader @perkypeony @sparkleyfishies @idontreallyexistyet

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mullermilkshake · 7 days ago

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Broken glass

Part 34 <- Part 35 -> Part 36

Jinwoo battles with his inner demons, you are still dead.

Yandere!Jinwoo Sung x Fem Dead!reader Graphic depictions of Gore/Blood, Manipulation, Gaslighting, Self loathing, Decomposition

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“You are pathetic.”

Jinwoo watched on in shock at his E-Rank self, so weak yet full of hatred and loathing. His past-self consumed in jealousy, held behind the past and frozen in time while he bloomed.

So unlike himself back then.

“I couldn’t take you with me, I-I wanted to. The system, it-”

“It abandoned me just like you did. Do you know how cold it is in the dark? The silence? I may as well be dead… seeing as how badly you want to get rid of me.” He crouched down to Jinwoo, eyes empty, dead with sockets and a slowly forming maniacal grin to match.

A cough erupted from Jinwoo’s throat, a chesty one that took his breath away. Wet fluid dribbled down his chin, gasping and clutching at the material of his shirt because there was nothing else he could do.

“Y’see that?” The E-Rank said. “Just like how this all began, you remember?”

Just the sight of his missing leg put Jinwoo into a state of panic, huffing away the pain in his right leg. It bled out over the icy stone floor, evacuating his body like spilt milk over a wooden table and soaking it up, swelling until it moulded over.

Jinwoo gritted his teeth and inhaled sharply as though it could take the pain away he’d once endured. The bastard watched him, far more sinister than he ever could have been back then, smiling at his pain and watching eagerly to see him snap and break.

“Yeeaahh, I remember that pain… I endure it every day in the memories you discard and force yourself to forget. The thoughts you seal away to make yourself strong in front of your lady. The intrusive ideals you conjure up that try to eradicate my existence. But I am you, and you… you’ll always be me, no matter how much you change yourself.”

“Don’t you dare say her name- don’t ever think you can say her name!” Jinwoo swung for him, his hand morphing through his past self like smoke, thin air.

“I can say her name.” He said it again. “ I’m you. Even being buried under the insurmountable thoughts of murder and killing, blood and death. I’m still here, because I’m stronger than you. I was always stronger than you.”

His wild expression fell, he stood up and walked through Jinwoo’s blood, sticking in between the gaps of his bare right foot. He paced like a starved animal, muttering things to himself that Jinwoo could not understand.

Jinwoo sat propped against the wall unable to move, breathing through each wave of pain that his cool breaths revealed in the dropping temperature aground him. His face was pale, his hands too, sweating bullets and coughing until his throat seized.

“I’m… I’m nothing like you. Not anymore. I’m strong, I’m-”

“You’re pathetic! You’ve lost everything. It pushed to the extreme and you couldn’t save her. You didn’t even have the spine to add her to your shadows!” He continued pacing, balling his fists until they trembled. “If you and I swapped places, she would still be alive, our children would have a mother- we’d live in a small apartment and be happy. But you couldn’t let her have that, could you?!”

No. No, Jinwoo made mistakes, but… well, he couldn’t really defend his actions. But using arise would have put him in a dark place if he’d thought about using it.

There was nothing he could excuse, not when you ended up dead. There were so many factors surrounding your death, many Jinwoo could have prevented, but not everything.

There was no way his old self could have stopped anything. But, his past self wouldn’t have produced S-Rank newborn babies.

Jinwoo cast that thought out of his mind to retort quickly. “N-No… She wouldn’t have even looked your way… I worked so hard to get her to see me… to see who I really was. She wouldn’t have looked mom my direction if I hadn’t found the system.”

“You really think that? Isn’t that heartbreaking?…” He stopped getting down and crawling over to Jinwoo’s bad leg. He stuck his finger in the severed end and twisted it until Jinwoo couldn’t hold the animalist yelp from his raw throat. “She would have loved us in any universe, you bastard! You never gave her the chance, you never gave me a chance. Now I’ll never get to be with her, because you killed her!”

“Jesus- fuck!” Jinwoo’s leg shook uncontrollably, yet he couldn’t move away. “She wouldn’t have- she never gave me a second look even with my S-Rank status. It took so long to get her to want me. Want makes you think she would look at you?!”

“Y’know? This is why you squandered her, thinking she only saw you because of your Rank status. She grew to love you, Jinwoo, she would have grown to love me too and not worry about losing her children- her life! This is why you’ll never be better like you hoped you would. You’re still so useless.”

Jinwoo didn’t say anything, he couldn’t.

His past self snarled at him, a beast hidden under his bed, spitting venom in his face. “You ruined her, you defiled her perfect self because you were too selfish to let things play out. Far too impatient! She would have found her way to us if you had let things play as they lie.” Then, he turned away, rubbing his face with his sleeve, breathing into the back of his hand. “And now she’s dead… Like me. And each moment that passes, I’m forgetting what she looks like. Her smell. Her voice.”

Jinwoo heaved, breathing weaker than before, staring at the room spinning on its axis. He battled his inner self of the rights to be upset, to grieve you soley.

His past self was dead too, left alone in that double dungeon over the frightening and unforgiving stone. Perhaps that’s where he always was, still that weak little man entombed with the god that lusted for blood and cruel death.

“I remember her smell, what she looked like. I remember it all. I refused to ever forget.”

“Then why can’t I see it?”

Jinwoo’s grief clouded his entire mind, his own humanity, set on a path of unrighteousness and sinful urges that you never would have accepted or abided by.

Though Jinwoo would not deviate from this path, not until all of his enemies were dealt with and his children were safe from insidious outside influences. His gut told him to keep his children hidden away, his heart told him to baby proof the world so that his children could be free.

He couldn’t rest until he fulfilled that promise, to you and his babies.

“I have plans.” Jinwoo said, finally propping himself up, silently watching chunks of his leg heal and slowly cut the flowing blood down to a trickle. “I won’t step off of this path. I won’t regret the way my life has gone, it got me here to this point. Regretting it now does nothing, but I won’t stop until I’ve found a healer that can bring her back.”

Jinwoo moved a little further, drawing more air through his lungs. “You might be able to let her go and forget her, but I won’t give up that easily. If I gave up in that dungeon, I would never have met the love of my life. That is a fact. So screw your universes and alternate bullshit. She is my universe. I’m not ready to let her go and I doubt I ever will.”

His leg healed over more, he hissed and growled as it formed. E-Rank Jinwoo stepped back in awe, but his eyes flashed with sudden anger.

“You’ll never be good enough to do it, I know that, and you know that. It’s all your fault, all your fault! How can this possibly be fixed?!”

“By trying, that’s all I can do. It’s gotten me this far. But I will take you with me this time…” Jinwoo’s foot started to form, over the arch of his foot until he could wiggle his toes. “That way you won’t forget her, and I won’t forget you. But I do things my way, and you have to stop getting into my head. Then, we can both be with her when I get her back.”

Jinwoo propped himself up against the wall until he could stand, he loomed over his past self and judged him silently. Not because he was weak, or cowardly like he’d been countless times, because he knew he was better in himself. Jinwoo had improved, he’d adapted.

You had changed him for the better. You showed Jinwoo that having control over someone didn’t necessarily mean having power. Two people could be joined together and be just as strong.

“I’m getting her back. I can’t afford to lose this one.”

Just then, the system screen popped up. A notification.

The secret quest - Juliet’s poison. Resurrection.

“Okay… then it’s possible. Oh, thank fuck…”

Your heart will break in 0.486 seconds if you choose not to accept.

Will you accept?

Jinwoo tapped yes, and leant against the wall, watching his past self just stand there. “Y-you’ll… you’ll do it? How can you actually do it?”

“I will. I can’t give up when she never gave up on me…” You’d treated Jinwoo far better than he ever treated you. Your significance to his life was devastating. “I think I’ll die if I don’t get her back.”

A broken heart. The consequences of his own actions.

“I’m going to make things right. And I’ll prove to you that I am better than I was, that I was always meant to be with her like this… I’ll prove you wrong.”

Jinwoo straightened himself out and hobbled his way towards the large double doors, ones mimicking the double dungeon as more light filled the threateningly quiet space.

“I was meant to be like this. And I was meant to be with her, forever… and if I can’t in this lifetime, I’ll find her in the next and get her to fall in love with me all over again.”

His past self never followed him, only called out from where he stood. “How? How will you do that?!”

Jinwoo turned and smiled bloody mouthed at his past self, looking at his weak form one last time.

“By just being myself.”

With partial acceptance, Jinwoo pulled himself from his slumber, jolting awake with Min-ho and Jun-hee’s cries filling the room. He shot up and slipped off of the bed to make their formula, rubbing his eyes and taking note of Igris’s presence in the corner.

“I thought I told you to go. Why are you still here?”

Igris lifted up two bottles of formula, full and ready to fill the twins' machines. Jinwoo took them with weary eyes and topped up the machines like Hae-in showed him.

“You spent all night practising, didn’t you?”

He looked away from him, focusing on something out of the window before Jinwoo could scold him.

“Thank you.” He said, sincerely, watching the twins closely as they fed, looking more lively than before.

“Did you two sleep well?” He listened to sudden white noise and quiet babies. “I’m better than I was last night. I promise I won’t leave you two alone again. I’m going to get your mom back, so I need you two to get stronger, and healthy so that when you see her, you can both hold your own, okay?”

They said nothing, because they were babies, Jinwoo knew that, the twins knew that. It didn’t mean it wasn’t comforting to hear the light clicking of the acrylic tubs and heating bulbs, keeping their tiny bodies warm.

“I promise I’ll make things right.” He stepped away and turned to you, coming over and resting his hand delicately on your shoulder.

You were stiffer now, much more pale and lost. Jinwoo fought what tears he had left and blinked the dull sting in his eyes away. “I’ll find someone to bring you back. Then I’ll make sure everyone who did this is turned to dust in the palm of my hand.”

While Min-ho and Jun-hee ate, Jinwoo climbed back on the bed and laid there until there came a soft knock on the hospital room door. He shot up, noting the aura on the other side and waited until the door opened a crack.

“Hunter Sung?” It was Jin-chul.

“What are you doing here?” Jinwoo’s gut told him to hold back and watch him closely.

So he did.

The incubators were on the other side of the bed, Jin-chul would have to get through Jinwoo and Igris before he could even touch you or the twins.

Good.

He spoke your name with the professionalism of a loyal civil servant. “I’ve come to collect her body, I’m aware of the rates of decomposition.”

“She’s not going anywhere.”

“Mr. Sung, I am aware of the stages of grieving, but allow yourself to do it where it is sanitary. If she remains here, it’s not only harmful to your children’s health, but to your own. I have had express permission from Chairman Go to put her body on ice for a period of up to three weeks… Please consider the ramifications of holding up here in this room, when we can offer you private care back at your apartment. The structures up there remain untouched and stable, given recent events, it is therefore safe to return to headquarters.”

Just three weeks?

“Where? Where would you put her?”

Jin-chul peered over Jinwoo’s shoulder to see you. “In a specialised facility connecting to the crematorium. A room of which, once she is placed inside, you’ll have the only key. That way you are able to tend to your children and visit her whenever you please.”

Jinwoo’s brain couldn’t handle it, threatening to explode with all the new information. “I-I can’t just leave her there. I have to be with her.”

“And you have to be with your newborn babies. Unfortunately being around the deceased is no place for them.”

There wasn’t an ounce of smugness, or superiority to Jin-chul’s tone. He stood there with his hands neatly at his sides, sunglasses off and hidden away in his jacket, a respectful bow in your direction.

“I…” Jinwoo looked to you for unknowing advice. “I want twenty-four hour cameras in there, so I can see her whenever I want.”

He reluctantly nodded. “And support for the care of your children can be arranged-”

“No. I have that covered. I don’t need help with my babies.”

Not if it isn’t my fiance.

“Alright. Then I’ll allow you to gather your things and I’ll have the association take her body to be prepared and placed in cold storage, until you’re ready for your goodbyes.”

Jinwoo was thrusted between a rock and a hard place. He couldn’t be with Min-ho and Jun-hee in the hospital and see that you were respected and taken care of at the same time.

His paternal instincts fought his more intrusive ones.

“No chemicals. Don’t put anything in her body. Just keep her as she is… Just so that she’s preserved until I can figure things out.”

It was so wrong not to go with you, it practically burned his insides with fire and took all of the air from his lungs. “I expect the camera feed to be ready soon, or I’ll be causing trouble.”

Jin-chul didn’t smile, not that Jinwoo was looking at him, but he knew there was sincerity in his words. “I expect nothing less, Jinwoo. Allow me to take it from here, she’ll be taken care of, I’ll see to it myself.”

Jinwoo watched his babies closely, sucking their bottom lips as though telepathically connected, and then to you, laying still and stuck in time. He kissed you one last time, holding back his vulnerabilities and grabbing at your hospital gown between his fingers, whispering as though you’d hear better.

“I’ll see you soon, baby. Dream for me, and I’ll dream for you. This isn’t over… I’m bringing you back to us.”

Part 34 <- Part 35 -> Part 36

A/N - There will be answers answered soon enough! Thank you so much for reading this far, and trusting the process 🥰

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amazingdeadfish · 3 months ago

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Blue and Violet

So this is a continuation of this and this.

I had this whole idea planned out where Wukong's visit to that... LBD throne room thing would become relevant and actually cement a firm place into LMK lore (Season 2, Episode: Minor Scale). I touched on it in Visionary (the LBD prequel I wrote), but I still wanted it to have a more current relevance to the BAV storyline.

Hence, this whole plot.

In search of a way to learn what kind of seal LBD exactly put on Lán to control their powers, Sun Wukong gets involved. There's, probably a whole convoluted build up for what happened, but it probably involved the entire city being submerged in a snowstorm and MK and his friends finding out why and how it happened.

Regardless, its Wukong, Macaque, and Lán on a trip to a bone demon's temple. What could go wrong?

They make it out alive and find what they are looking for though. Not without a bit of a self doubt moment with Lán.

That painting Wukong broke is absolutely obliterated and gone. Which is a shame because I do think Lán would have dragged that painting back home with them and built a shrine with it.

Lady Bone Demon never told Lán about this place. She didn't tell them much at all. Lán doesn't actually know her that well. There's a fine line between wanting to respect the wishes of the dead, and wanting to consume the very last bits of them and the traces they left behind.

So of course Lán ends up staying, and the three of them end up finding what they need.

The most important take away from all of this is that there's an entire archive filled to the brim with LBD's writings. History she left behind. Words that have not seen the light of day for centuries.

So slowly, by slowly, Lán chips away at it. Reading everything.

There will be a time where there's only one scroll left to read.

But hey that's for the next time I decide to come back to this storyline lmao (ahaha).

ALSO- For those who have made it this far, here is a sick Lán I forgot to post a while back. Meant to follow up the previous installment of... whatever this is.

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maxx-the-queer · 5 months ago

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The Red Lyrium future in Inquisition's Mage Recruitment Quest/In Hushed Whispers takes on a whole new meaning for me after Veilguard tbh.

Solas, whether he acknowledges it or not, is directly responsible for basically everything that goes wrong in that reality.

He and Mythal created the Blight by making the Titans tranquil and corrupting their dreams into nightmares, in order to end the war that the spirits-turned-elves started by stealing Titan's blood to make bodies for themselves.

When he sealed the Evanuris away, the Prison of Regret would later become the basis of the Black City in Chantry myth and lore.

Corypheus and other Tevinter Magisters who worshipped the Old Gods, entered the Black City using blood magic and thus brought the Blight back into the physical world.

Centuries later, while in the midst of waking from Uthenera, Solas' followers give Corypheus an Orb of Fen'Harel with the intent that he would unlock its power and die as a result.

He was supposed to tear down the veil once Corypheus was dead, reclaim the orb for himself, and rebuild the world as it was for the elves of his time.

But Corypheus doesn't die. And Solas has to scramble to pick up the pieces. He joins the Inquisition, finds out that the Herald has his Anchor, and he has to pivot his plans entirely.

Inquisition happens as normal. The Herald has to choose between the Templars or the Mages. They choose to meet with the mages in Redcliffe, and meet with Alexius.

A tense confrontation occurs, and then suddenly Solas sees the Herald "die" in an instant, right before his very eyes.

He's lost the Anchor, and the only other Orb is in Corypheus' possession. He has no way to tear down the Veil now, nor heal the Breach.

Corypheus seizes Thedas all at once, with his power over demons, the Blight, the Grey Wardens, and Red Lyrium.

Red Lyrium is Blighted Titan's blood. It's the Titans' own nightmares corrupting their blood, making the song that united them vicious and wrong.

Solas himself is imprisoned. He becomes infected with Red Lyrium, which only exists because he made it possible. A man who built his body from blood that he stole becomes infected with the very corrupted version of that blood that only exists because of him.

Without Solas, there would have been no Blight.

Without Solas, there would have been no Black City.

Without Solas, there would have been no Corypheus.

Without Solas, there would have been no Red Lyrium.

In his eyes, he has attempted to save the world from his own mistakes countless times, only for each attempt to result in an undeniably worse consequence.

It's in that Red Lyrium future that all of the consequences of his actions truly catch up to him. The Breach grows, the Blight takes over the world, Red Lyriun infects and consumes countless people, Corypheus becomes a feared God, and it is all Solas' fault.

And as he sits in a prison cell in Redcliffe castle, riddled with Blight and Red Lyrium that consumes more of his body every day, one has to wonder if he finally lets go of his pride and regains the wisdom to admit that he was wrong.

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dragon age the veilguard #bioware #dragon age the veilguard spoilers #solas dragon age

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minoulapin · 4 months ago

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Chapter Four: A Game of Teeth - Between Giving & Taking - Y. JW

Pairing: Demon!Jungwon x Angel!FReader

Genre: Forbidden Love, Fantasy, Romance, Mystery

Wc: 6.7k

Tw: This chapter contains subjective content, implied jealousy, and mild violence with brief mentions of blood. The characters and their actions are purely fictional and do not reflect the real-life personalities of the individuals they are inspired by.

Synopsis: A love unspoken, a fate unwritten, An angel and demon, forever forbidden. Bound by the laws of heaven and hell, A story of longing they dare not tell. At the Academy of the Occult, angels and demons coexist under a fragile truce. But when a celestial heir is assassinated, war looms, secrets unravel, and forbidden desires ignite. In a world where their love is a crime, will they defy fate or be consumed by it?

A/N: Coucou… okay, I’m sorry I lied. It did take me longer than expected to post this chapter. The truth is, I was literally just brought back from the dead to celebrate Beomgyu’s birthday… I actually died because of Buff Beomgyu last week (not fiction, it actually happened), but now I’m back. Okay, I think this chapter is kinda fun!! I did use my favorite plot development device… Heeseung, my love! Hee main character era? But guys, don’t misinterpret Hee☹️ Heeseung is not the villain. He’s just a little shit😌 As always, if you have any questions or want to just scream at me or discuss anything, feel free to send me an ask!! So, on that note, enjoy this long-awaited chapter. -Joe

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The Celestial Heir was more than a ruler.

He was a beacon. A legend passed down through generations, his name woven into the fabric of history like divine scripture. His deeds were not merely recorded, they were carved into the foundation of their world, upheld as absolute truth.

The savior of the First War.

The leader who drove the demons back into the depths of their domain.

The strategist who sealed the Rift, ensuring peace for centuries to come.

Without him, the celestial world would have fallen. That was the belief. That was the story.

His existence was proof of the Dominion’s divine power. His leadership had delivered them from ruin. His death, the single greatest tragedy of their time. But history was a fragile thing. A story told by those who had the power to shape it.

And the more Y/n searched, the more the cracks began to show. The heir had disappeared for years before returning as a hero. No one questioned it. No one wondered why. His name was revered, yet few could recall the specifics of his rule. His victories were celebrated, yet the records of how he had achieved them were incomplete. Vague.

Carefully constructed. And now, with his murder unraveling the foundation of their world, one question lingered like an unspoken curse.

What was the Heir’s true role in the First War?

The morning air was crisp, carrying the scent of dew-damp stone and freshly brewed tea from the Academy kitchens. The early sunlight cast long shadows across the marble pathways, its golden hues giving the illusion of warmth even as the air remained sharp from the lingering chill of the night.

Students filtered through the courtyard in slow-moving clusters, chatting lazily, finishing the remnants of their breakfast, or hurrying to their first lessons. It was an ordinary morning. But Y/n felt anything but ordinary.

“I swear it was there, Jake,” she said, voice tight with frustration. “The door was real. I saw it. I was standing right in front of it.”

Jake gave her a long, level look, the kind that said he was listening but also deeply debating whether or not to believe her.

“And yet…” He gestured to the empty space in front of them, voice unimpressed. “It’s not here now.”

She gritted her teeth. “That’s exactly the problem.” They were walking toward the eastern wing of the Academy, past arched windows that overlooked the training grounds below. The same dimly lit corridor where she had seen it, the heavy, ancient-looking door at the end of the hallway, its presence almost wrong in how it had drawn her forward.

And yet, now that she was back—

It was gone.

Y/n came to an abrupt stop, staring at the empty space where it should have been. The corridor stretched before them, plain, normal. Nothing out of place.

Jake raised an eyebrow. “So where’s your magic door?”

She ran a hand through her hair, scowling at the perfectly ordinary wall. “I don’t know. But I’m not crazy.”

Jake sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. “I never said you were crazy.”

“You were thinking it.”

“I was considering it.”

She shot him a glare, arms crossing tightly over her chest. “It was here, Jake. I know it was.”

Jake studied her for a long moment, then turned back toward the wall, squinting like maybe, just maybe, he’d see something she didn’t. He wouldn’t. She had already checked. Already searched for anything that would prove she hadn’t just imagined it. A hidden mechanism, a leftover trace of magic, anything. But there was nothing. No markings, no symbols, no hint of what had once been there.

Jake clicked his tongue. “If the door was there…” He trailed off, rubbing his jaw. “Then what the hell was it doing there in the first place?”

She exhaled sharply, her fingers twitching. That was the real question. Why was it here at all? And why was it gone now? Doors didn’t just disappear. And it wasn’t just that it had vanished, it was that it had felt important. Like something was waiting on the other side. Like something had called her there. And yet, Someone, or something, had erased it.

Y/n clenched her jaw, frustration simmering beneath her skin. “It has to mean something. If that door wasn’t supposed to be there, then why did I see it?”

Jake exhaled, hands finding his hips. “I don’t know, Y/n.” He gave her a careful look. “But I do know you’re spiraling.”

She opened her mouth to argue, but Jake held up a hand.

“You barely slept,” he pointed out. “You spent half the night chasing something that apparently doesn’t exist. And now you’re dragging me across campus to stare at a wall?” He gestured toward the empty space. “It’s not here. What do you want me to do?”

She clenched her jaw.

“I want to know why.”

Jake gave her a tired look. “Of course you do.”

She gritted her teeth, willing herself not to snap at him. She knew how it sounded. But that didn’t make it any less real. Because something had happened last night. And Professor Aldric knew it.

Y/n’s fingers twitched, pulling at the hem of her sleeve. “Aldric was there.”

Jake blinked. “What?”

“Professor Aldric.” She turned to him, voice dropping slightly. “He found me right as I was about to open it.”

Jake frowned, his interest piqued.

Y/n’s lips pressed into a thin line. “He wasn’t surprised to see the door.”

Jake’s brows pulled together. “What did he say?”

She hesitated, remembering the professor’s words. The way his voice had been measured, almost cautious.

“He told me I shouldn’t be there.” She met Jake’s gaze, jaw tight. “And then he said something else. ‘The Academy isn’t as safe as it used to be.’”

Jake’s eyes narrowed. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“I don’t know,” Y/n admitted. “But it sure as hell wasn’t just some warning about wandering the halls at night.”

She let out a slow breath, rolling her shoulders like she could physically shake off the unease curling in her chest.

Aldric knew something. Something about the door. Something about the Academy. And he hadn’t wanted her to find out.

Jake exhaled through his nose, rubbing the back of his head. “Well. That’s suspicious as hell.”

She nodded. “Exactly.”

Jake studied her for another long moment, then exhaled sharply. “Alright. So let’s assume the door was there and Aldric knew about it. Why show up right as you were about to open it?”

She swallowed, suddenly feeling the weight of that thought. Maybe it wasn’t about her. Maybe it was about what was on the other side. Jake must have caught onto her silence because he nudged her with his elbow.

“Think, Y/n.” His voice was lower now. “Have you found anything in your research that could explain the meaning behind it?”

She exhaled sharply. “No.”

And that was the problem. She had found nothing. Everything she had read so far, the records, the archives, the official documents, was too neat. Too perfect. Everything was either too normal or incomplete. Nothing new. Nothing interesting. It was like she was going in circles. And she hated going in circles.

She clenched her fists. “I need to get inside the restricted archives.”

Jake’s brows shot up. “Y/n.”

She ignored his tone. “If the books we have access to are just carefully selected versions of history, then I need the ones we’re not supposed to see.”

Jake exhaled, rubbing a hand down his face. “This is a terrible idea.”

She smirked. “Wouldn’t be the first one.”

Jake gave her a flat look. “I mean it, Y/n. If you get caught—”

“I won’t.”

Jake narrowed his eyes. “That’s what you said the last time you—”

She waved him off, already turning toward the main building. “I’ll figure it out.”

Jake groaned. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”

But Y/n wasn’t listening anymore. Because for the first time since she had started this investigation. She finally had a real plan.

They started walking again, cutting through the main courtyard where students milled about, finishing their breakfast or preparing for morning lessons. The soft hum of conversation filled the space, ordinary, predictable.

But Y/n barely noticed. Because she could feel it again.

That weight on the back of her neck. The sharp, unshakable awareness of being watched.

It wasn’t the first time. And somehow, she had grown familiar with the feeling. She didn’t know why. Didn’t know how she could recognize his gaze so easily. But she did.

She didn’t need Jake to tell her. She already knew who it was.

Jungwon, stood across the courtyard, under the shadow of the archway, arms crossed, his gaze locked onto her. Not subtly. Not casually. With an intensity that made something in her chest pull tight.

Jake noticed too. “Did you do something new to piss off the demons?”

She frowned. “What?”

Jake nodded toward Jungwon, lowering his voice. “Because he’s been staring at you like you cursed his entire bloodline.”

She scowled, shifting her weight. “Maybe I did.”

But she was already thinking about it. Because Jungwon had been everywhere lately. Always watching. Always present. Like he knew something. Like he was waiting for something.

And the more she thought about it, the more she realized it had started long before today.

Their first encounter had been nothing but a battle of sharp words and pointed remarks. She had expected him to ignore her after that. Expected him to forget her, the same way she had tried to forget him.

But he hadn’t.

Instead, he had been there.

Watching her during class, lingering a second too long when their paths crossed in the halls. There was something about the way he looked at her, like he was waiting for her to slip up.

Like he was trying to figure her out.

And Y/n?

She hated to admit it, but she had started noticing him too. Because Jungwon was strange. Unpredictable. When he spoke, his words were sharp, calculated. But there were moments, small, fleeting moments, where something flickered behind his eyes. Something unsaid. Something she couldn’t place.

And Y/n hated not knowing. She had tried not to care. Tried to convince herself that Jungwon was just another demon. Just another obstacle standing in her way. But every time she looked at him, every time his gaze held hers for a moment too long, it felt like his presence lingered even after he was gone. Like she could still feel his eyes on her. And she wasn’t sure if she was imagining it. Or if he was doing it on purpose.

She exhaled sharply, tearing her gaze away.

Did he want to know the truth, too? Or was he just trying to stop her?

Because if Jungwon had been keeping tabs on her, if he had been watching her this whole time, then he already knew she was looking for answers.

And that meant he was either curious. Or he was waiting for her to make a mistake.

The thought frustrated her more than it should have. She hated things that didn’t make sense. She hated questions without answers.

And Jungwon?

He was all of those things at once.

Unreadable. A walking mystery. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to figure him out Or tear him apart just to see what was inside.

Jungwon wasn’t watching her. At least, that’s what he told himself.

His gaze was on the courtyard, drifting past groups of students, past the idle chatter, past the ordinary rhythm of the Academy. But even as he tried to focus elsewhere, his eyes kept finding her, kept catching flashes of her, the curve of her posture, the subtle furrow in her brow as she spoke to Jake.

She was a problem. A problem that had nothing to do with him. And yet, He was aware of her in a way he had never been aware of anyone.

It was more than just noticing her. More than just keeping track of where she was, what she was doing, who she was talking to.

It was deeper. More instinctive. And he hated it.

Jungwon had spent years learning control. It was what made him different. It was what made him better. While others acted on impulse, he measured his steps. While others let emotions cloud their judgment, he remained detached. That was why he had survived this long. That was why he had risen above the rest.

So why—

Why the fuck did she make him feel like this?

“You might as well admit it at this point.”

Jungwon didn’t react, but his jaw clenched.

Heeseung slid up beside him, moving with that insufferable ease, hands tucked into his pockets, his ever-present smirk already in place.

“You’re watching her again,” Heeseung drawled. “Honestly, it’s getting embarrassing.”

Jungwon exhaled slowly, refusing to take the bait.

“What did you tell her yesterday?”

Heeseung arched a brow.

“Oh? You mean last night?” He tilted his head slightly, smirk deepening. “You should’ve seen her, Jungwon. Out past curfew, wandering straight toward something she shouldn’t have seen. It was almost cute.”

Jungwon’s fingers twitched.

Heeseung let the words settle, then leaned in slightly, voice dipping lower.

“You don’t even have the excuse of following orders this time,” he mused. “No one told you to keep an eye on her. And yet…”

Jungwon finally turned his head, gaze sharp, cutting. “What did you tell her?”

Heeseung sighed, long and theatrical.

“You’re asking the wrong question.”

Jungwon’s patience was hanging by a thread.

“Enlighten me.”

Heeseung hummed, as if savoring the moment.

“The question isn’t what I told her,” he said slowly. “It’s why you care.”

Jungwon’s breath stilled for half a second, just enough for Heeseung to notice.

Heeseung grinned.

“Oh, that hit a nerve.”

Jungwon’s fists curled at his sides. “You’re full of shit.”

Heeseung simply laughed, unbothered.

“Relax,” he said lazily. “All I did was offer my help.”

Jungwon’s stomach twisted.

Heeseung smirked. “Didn’t you know, Jungwon? Your little angel’s been digging. Searching for answers she has no business looking for.”

Jungwon went still.

Heeseung chuckled. “Come on, she’s not exactly subtle about it. Did you really think I wouldn’t notice?”

Jungwon gritted his teeth.

This was bad. Heeseung knowing was bad. Y/n was reckless, but Heeseung? He was opportunistic. He could be the reason for her downfall if he wanted to be. If he got bored. If he needed some entertainment. And worst of all, he wouldn’t hesitate.

Jungwon exhaled, steady. Controlled. “Stay out of it.”

Heeseung tilted his head.

“Now why would I do that?”

He sighed dramatically. “Such a shame she turned me down. I could’ve been a wonderful… stress reliever.”

Jungwon stiffened.

Heeseung grinned, sensing an opening.

“You know, I don’t usually go for angels,” he mused. “But Y/n…? I’d make an exception.”

Jungwon’s nails bit into his palm.

Heeseung continued, deliberate. Cruel.

“I wonder what she tastes like,” he murmured, almost to himself. “Sweet, probably. That holier-than-thou attitude can’t be real. Bet she’d fall apart just the same—”

Something inside Jungwon snapped.

The image flashed unbidden in his mind, Y/n, tangled in Heeseung’s sheets, flushed and breathless under his touch, her mouth forming curses or maybe his name, Heeseung’s hands where they had no business being.

Jungwon moved before he could stop himself.

His hand fisted into Heeseung’s collar, yanking him forward. Cold steel met Heeseung’s jaw. A blade, sharp and gleaming, pressed just below his skin.

Jungwon’s voice was quiet. Dangerous.

“Say another word.”

Heeseung went completely still.

For the first time, his smirk wavered.

“Oh, there it is,” Heeseung murmured, a slow grin stretching across his lips. “There’s the demon.”

The shift.

The change.

Jungwon was always so controlled. So composed.

But this, This was something else.

Heeseung had found his breaking point.

And he loved it.

“You know,” Heeseung said, voice smooth as silk, “for someone who insists he doesn’t care, you sure do have a lot of feelings about who she spends her time with.”

Jungwon’s breath was slow, measured, steady. But his fingers twitched against Heeseung’s collar. Heeseung watched him carefully. Then, voice dropping lower, mocking.

“You should watch her sleep too, since you’re already watching her every move.”

Jungwon yanked his hand away like he’d been burned. The moment stretched between them, thick with something unspoken. Heeseung smirked, straightening his clothes like nothing had happened.

“Careful, Jungwon,” he mused. “You’re starting to act like she actually matters to you.”

Jungwon didn’t dignify him with a response. Didn’t look back. He just turned, exhaling slowly, forcing his body to relax as he walked away.

Because Heeseung was wrong.

Y/n didn’t matter.

She couldn’t matter.

Jungwon clenched his fists.

But Heeseung couldn’t have her.

The classroom was warm, the flickering lanterns casting long, slow-moving shadows over the stone walls. The faint scratch of quills on parchment filled the air, a steady rhythm that should have kept Y/n grounded in the present.

It didn’t.

She sat stiffly at her desk, elbow braced against the wooden surface, her chin resting in her hand. Her notes lay open in front of her, ink drying on a half-finished sentence, but she wasn’t reading them. She wasn’t even really in the classroom anymore.

Her mind was elsewhere. Because she was getting nowhere. She had combed through the records. Searched archives until her eyes blurred with fatigue. And yet, nothing. No inconsistencies, no conflicting accounts, no whispers of doubt in the official retellings.

Everything about the Heir’s past was pristine. Too pristine. The Heir was a hero. The greatest warrior in celestial history. The savior of the First War. His victories were endless. His strategies unparalleled. His fate, tragic yet honorable.

And yet, someone had killed him.

Someone had taken down the most revered figure in their history. And no one seemed to be asking how. She hated that.

Her fingers tapped absently against the desk, frustration simmering beneath her skin. She wasn’t just hitting dead ends, she was hitting walls. Walls that had been deliberately built. Every record she found was meticulously written, carefully preserved, as if history itself had been scrubbed clean.

She needed another way forward.

“History,” the professor’s voice cut through her thoughts, sharp and deliberate, “is only as permanent as those who write it.”

She blinked.

The words felt too precise.

Her back straightened slightly as she turned her attention to the front of the room. Professor Aldric stood before the class, his gaze sweeping methodically over the students.

“Records are kept,” he continued. “Some are lost. And some…” He paused. “Are erased entirely.”

The words struck something in Y/n’s chest, cold and certain. This wasn’t just a statement. It was a warning. A challenge.

“Knowledge is power,” Aldric went on, voice even, unreadable. “But power attracts danger. Be careful what truths you chase.”

Y/n’s breath stilled. He knew. Maybe not about her search, not exactly. But he knew that someone was looking. That someone, somewhere, was asking the wrong questions. Her fingers curled against the desk. This meant something. The only problem? She didn’t know what. But the thought lodged itself in her mind like a hook, sinking deep. What if the answers I’m looking for aren’t in books? If the Academy had only preserved the history it wanted remembered, then whatever had been erased wouldn’t be found in libraries. It wouldn’t be in the records. It would be buried. Hidden. Or worse, kept by the people who were never meant to have it.

She exhaled slowly.

A door that had vanished overnight.

A professor who spoke in half-truths.

A past that had been rewritten.

There was only one person she knew who operated outside the Academy’s carefully laid rules.

Only one person who had already made it clear that he knew something. Only one person who had been waiting for her to come to him. She clenched her jaw.

Heeseung.

She hated the idea. But she hated getting nowhere even more.

She finds him exactly where she expected, leaning lazily against one of the Academy’s stone pillars, the flickering lantern light sharpening the amused glint in his dark eyes.

He was waiting for her.

The realization only pisses her off further. Heeseung’s smirk deepens the moment she stops in front of him, arms crossed, gaze sharp.

“Took you long enough,” he muses, like this is all one big joke.

she exhales sharply. “I’m reconsidering.”

Heeseung doesn’t even blink. His smirk widens, slow and knowing, like he’s already won.

“Knew you would.”

Y/n clenches her jaw. She hates that he’s right. Hates it more that he knew she’d be back before she even did.

Heeseung pushes off the pillar, stepping closer, unhurried, deliberate.

“So,” he drawls, voice dipping lower, “what changed?”

“Nothing.” She lifts her chin. “I just realized I don’t have time to waste.”

Heeseung hums, dragging his gaze over her. Not just looking, assessing. Like he’s peeling back layers just to see what’s underneath.

“Impatient,” he muses. “I like it.”

She rolls her eyes. “Are you actually going to help me, or are you just going to be insufferable?”

Heeseung smirks. “Why can’t it be both?”

She exhales sharply. “Forget it.” She turns to leave.

But Heeseung is quicker.

He catches her wrist, not rough, not forceful, just there. Just enough to make her pause, to remind her that this is his game, that she walked into it the second she sought him out.

“Relax, angel,” he murmurs, his tone a little too smooth, a little too amused. “I’ll help you.”

She eyes him warily. “On what terms?”

Heeseung tuts, shaking his head like she just doesn’t get it. “Terms? Now, that’s a dangerous word.”

She doesn’t budge. “I don’t trust you.”

“You shouldn’t.” His smirk sharpens. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t have what you need.”

She hates this. Hates standing here, entertaining this game. Hates that despite everything, he’s her best shot at finding something real.

Finally, she mutters, “Fine.”

Heeseung grins, slow and satisfied. “Smart girl.”

Before she can react, he steps in.

She doesn’t move, doesn’t react, but Heeseung notices the slight tension in her shoulders, the way her breath hitches for half a second.

Of course, he does.

She’s about to snap at him when he reaches into his coat and slips a folded piece of parchment into her hand. His fingers brush against hers, deliberate, lingering, his touch warm and slow.

Y/n yanks the paper away, glaring. “What’s this?”

Heeseung leans in slightly, his voice barely above a whisper. “An invitation.”

She narrows her eyes. “For what?”

“Answers,” Heeseung says simply. Then, after a pause, he smirks. “Or fun. Depending on how much you’re willing to give me.”

Y/n’s grip on the parchment tightens.

She unfolds it.

It’s a room number.

She looks up sharply. “This is your dorm.”

Heeseung grins, tilting his head like he’s enjoying her realization.

“That a problem?”

She scowls. “Yes.”

“Shame.” Heeseung exhales, feigning disappointment. “Because if you want what I know, angel, you’re gonna have to come get it.”

She doesn’t trust him.

But she needs something. Anything.

She shoves the paper into her pocket, shaking her head. “This better not be a waste of my time.”

Heeseung chuckles, stepping back just enough to let her breathe. “Wear something nice.”

Y/n scoffs, tilting her head. “Choke.”

Heeseung’s smirk deepens. “That an invitation?”

She rolls her eyes.

She flips him off, middle finger high, sharp as a blade. “Fuck off.”

Heeseung just grins. Like he loves it. Like he loves pissing her off.

She doesn’t react. Doesn’t look back.

She tells herself she isn’t actually affected by him.

But in the back of her mind

She knew she had made a mistake the moment she walked away from Heeseung.

She had barely made it a few steps before the weight of it settled in her chest, pressing down like a stone.

Because she didn’t trust him. She shouldn’t trust him. But she had no other options.

And now, here she was, slipping out of her dorm in the dead of night, moving like a shadow through the Academy’s empty halls, the silence pressing against her ears.

Y/n had snuck out a hundred times before. At this point, she knew the Academy halls better in the dark than she did in the daylight. She knew which steps creaked, which doors had loose handles, which corners the professors patrolled more frequently.

And yet, tonight felt different. Maybe it was because of where she was going. Or who she was going to see.

She kept her steps light, her breath measured, every sense on high alert. The faint crackling of lantern flames flickered in the distance, casting elongated shadows that stretched across the stone like reaching fingers. Somewhere deeper in the halls, the Academy bells chimed softly, marking another hour passing.

The cold bit through the fabric of her uniform, sharp and unforgiving.

She ignored it. Just like she ignored the voice in the back of her mind telling her to turn back. She had made a deal. And she was going to see it through. Even if every part of her was screaming that this was a mistake.

She hated this. Hated that she was doing this. Hated that, despite all her efforts, she was getting nowhere.

The Heir’s past was too polished. Too perfect. Every lead she followed turned into a dead end, every book she read repeated the same story, the same curated, carefully preserved history. No gaps, no contradictions. Too clean.

She clenched her fists. She needed something. A new angle, a new path, anything to push her forward. And Heeseung was the only one who had given her a way out of this maze. Even if she had to walk through fire to take it.

The deeper she moved into the Academy, the heavier the air became. The lower halls weren’t unfamiliar to her, but she rarely had reason to be here. The walls were darker, the architecture slightly different, less polished, more severe.

It suited them.

The demons.

It suited him.

Y/n barely caught herself before the thought fully settled in.

Jungwon.

Her pace faltered for half a second, irritation flaring hot in her chest.

Why the hell was she thinking about him?

She forced her steps to steady, clenching her jaw. Of all the things that could occupy her mind right now, of all the actual problems she had to deal with, why was it him?

Because you’ve noticed him more. Because he’s watching you, always watching, like he knows something you don’t. Like he’s waiting for something.

She scowled.

No.

She wasn’t going to entertain that thought. She wasn’t going to waste time trying to figure out Jungwon when she had much bigger things to deal with.

And yet, her mind wouldn’t let it go.

The way their eyes met across the room, the way she could feel his stare before she even saw him. The way their first conversation had ended in an argument that still lingered in her mind, like a puzzle left unfinished.

Like a challenge she hadn’t yet solved.

Every time their paths crossed, it was the same.

His gaze lingered too long.

And somehow, it still felt like it followed her even after he was gone.

She exhaled sharply, rolling her shoulders like she could physically shake off the unwanted distraction.

Then, finally, she rounded the last corner, coming face to face with the heavy wooden door that led to Heeseung’s dorm.

Her pulse wasn’t uneven.

Her hands weren’t shaking.

She was fine.

This was just another step forward.

Just another bad decision waiting to be made.

She lifted her hand and knocked.

Y/n wasn’t expecting much when she stepped into Heeseung’s dorm.

But still, this wasn’t what she expected.

She had imagined something chaotic, messy, and unpredictable, something that mirrored the reckless way he carried himself. Instead, the space was disturbingly neat. Dimly lit, heavy with the faint scent of something sharp, smoke laced with something sweeter underneath.

His uniform jacket was lazily tossed over a chair, his tie undone, his blouse slightly open like he hadn’t fully bothered to dress after class.

And Heeseung was already waiting for her.

Leaning against his desk, hands braced on the surface, smirk perfectly in place, like he had been expecting this exact moment.

Like she had just walked into a game she didn’t even know had started.

She met his gaze, unimpressed. “If you’re about to say I knew you’d come, save it.”

Heeseung’s smirk widened.

“Good.” His head tilted slightly, sharp eyes scanning her from head to toe, slow, unhurried. “That means we can skip the denial and get right to the fun part.”

She clenched her jaw. “If your definition of fun doesn’t include actual information, I’ll leave.”

Heeseung let out a soft chuckle, like she had just told him a joke. “Come on, angel. Don’t act like you’re not enjoying this.”

Y/n exhaled sharply, stepping further inside. She wasn’t about to let him dictate the tone of this conversation.

She crossed her arms. “I want answers.”

Heeseung watched her, eyes gleaming with amusement. ��That’s all you came for?”

Y/n clenched her jaw. “What else would I come for?”

He pushed off his desk, closing the distance between them with slow, measured steps.

“Power,” he mused, voice low, deliberate. “Danger. A little bit of both.”

Heeseung reached up, trailing a slow finger down the collar of her blouse before smoothing it out, like he was fixing it, like she was already his to adjust.

“Or maybe,” he added, a smirk tugging at his lips, “you just wanted to see what would happen if you let yourself have a little fun.”

Y/n scoffed, shoving his hand away. “You’re delusional.”

“Am I?” Heeseung’s gaze was locked onto hers, the sharp edge of something knowing lurking beneath his amusement. “Then why are you still here?”

She refused to react. Held his gaze. Waiting.

Heeseung sighed, dramatic. “You’re impatient. And a little predictable. I like it.”

Y/n’s patience was hanging by a thread.

“I don’t have time for your games, Heeseung.”

Heeseung smirked. “Then why are you playing?”

She had enough.

She turned sharply on her heel, heading for the door. But before she could take a single step, Heeseung moved.

Fast.

One second, her hand was reaching for the door handle, The next, she was caged against it.

His palms braced on either side of her head, his breath warm against her temple.

Not forceful. Not dangerous.

Just testing.

She stilled.

Not out of fear.

Out of sheer, burning irritation that she had let it get this far.

She exhaled sharply through her nose. “Move.”

Heeseung didn’t. Instead, he reached for her tie, undoing the knot with practiced ease.

“You need to loosen up a little,” he murmured, slipping the fabric from around her collar and tossing it onto his bed.

She clenched her jaw. “You really don’t know anything, do you?”

Heeseung hummed, stepping even closer. “That depends. Define ‘know.’”

She swore under her breath. I hate him.

Then, he reached for the buttons of her uniform jacket.

Slow. Deliberate. Taking his time.

One button. Then the next. Then the third.

By the time he was slipping the fabric off her shoulders, his gaze had darkened, the smirk softening into something more insidious.

“It’s too hot in here,” he mused, voice smooth as silk. “You’ll think better once you take off a few layers.”

She let him.

Not because she was falling for it.

Because he was.

She softened her posture, let her gaze shift, let her shoulders drop just slightly, just enough for the sharp edges of her irritation to smooth out, just enough to let something vulnerable slip through the cracks.

Heeseung noticed.

And his smirk widened.

Y/n let her lips part slightly, exhaling like the warmth was actually getting to her, like her guard was finally lowering.

She reached for his tie. Slid it off completely.

Undid the top button of his blouse. Then another.

Heeseung didn’t stop her.

Of course he didn’t.

His ego was too big to think she wasn’t falling for his trap.

She took a slow step forward. Then another.

By the time his knees hit the edge of the bed, he was grinning.

“Oh,” Heeseung murmured, hands settling at her waist. His grip was light, almost teasing, fingers ghosting over the fabric like he had all the time in the world. “Now this is interesting.”

Y/n didn’t move. Didn’t push him away.

Instead, she leaned in, her breath warm against his skin, lips just shy of brushing the shell of his ear.

“Tell me what you know,” she whispered, voice smooth, unwavering.

Heeseung’s chuckle was low, rich with amusement. “You want answers?”

She nodded, slow. Calculated.

He smirked. “Then work for it.”

And before she could react. His hands slid downward, grazing the front of her blouse, fingers slipping against the fabric as he undid one, two, three buttons.

She saw red.

Her body reacted before her mind fully caught up.

She moved fast.

Before Heeseung could blink, her hands were in his collar, gripping tight, twisting the fabric as she yanked him forward—

Then threw him back.

His back hit the mattress with a forceful thud.

A sharp inhale, the ghost of a curse under his breath and before he could process what just happened, Y/n was on top of him.

One knee dug into his ribs, pressing just hard enough to steal his breath for half a second.

A fist tangled in his half-open shirt, keeping him right where she wanted him.

Then—

She swung.

Her fist connected with his jaw, sharp and satisfying.

Heeseung let out a breathless laugh, head snapping to the side as blood beaded at the corner of his lip.

He grinned.

“Oh, angel,” he murmured, voice laced with something amused, something dark. “I didn’t know you liked it rough.”

Y/n’s grip tightened. “Tell me what you know. Now.”

Heeseung’s smirk didn’t waver. If anything, he looked thrilled.

“You’re looking in the wrong places, angel.”

Y/n’s jaw clenched. “What the hell does that mean?”

Heeseung tilted his head slightly, studying her.

Then—

“Books will only tell you what they want you to know,” he murmured, voice smooth despite the split in his lip. “But if you want to find something real…”

He trailed off, letting the silence stretch, his smirk deepening.

Y/n’s patience was hanging by a thread. “Finish your sentence before I break your nose.”

Heeseung’s laughter was quiet, rolling through his chest like a dangerous secret.

“Try looking beneath the library.”

She frowned. “There’s nothing beneath the library. Just stone and dead air.”

Heeseung smiled, eyes gleaming with something unreadable. “Is there?”

She stared him down, searching for the lie.

He could be bluffing. He probably was.

But she had nothing else.

And she wasn’t leaving empty-handed.

She shoved off him, rolling off the bed in one smooth motion.

Didn’t bother grabbing her tie. Didn’t even spare her uniform jacket a glance.

Heeseung sat up, watching her go with an infuriating smirk. He ran his tongue over his bloodied lip, tasting the split, eyes still gleaming with amusement.

She didn’t look back.

Didn’t need to.

She had what she came for.

And for once, she had won.

Jungwon had spent too much time searching for Y/n.

Too much time slipping through the halls, lingering in the shadows, waiting, always waiting, for that glimpse of her.

But tonight, she wasn’t where she usually was.

Not in the library. Not in the secluded hallways she favored when she thought no one was watching. Not in the training grounds, where she always pushed herself too hard, too fast, too recklessly.

Jungwon clenched his jaw. This shouldn’t bother him. She wasn’t his responsibility. And yet, Irritation sank its claws deeper, sharp and unrelenting. His patience was thinning by the second.

Then, he caught something.

A scent.

Smoke. And something sweet underneath.

Jungwon exhaled slowly.

Heeseung.

His thoughts snapped into place like a blade sliding into its sheath.

Y/n was missing.

And Heeseung’s scent was the only lead.

His feet moved before his mind could fully process the thought.

By the time he realized what he was doing, he was already storming toward Heeseung’s dorm.

He didn’t bother knocking.

Didn’t wait for an answer.

He shoved the door open—

And froze.

For the first time in a long time, his mind emptied. His eyes swept over the room, cataloging every detail in an instant.

Heeseung.

Sitting lazily on his bed, jacket off, shirt unbuttoned, lip faintly bleeding.

The bed itself, sheets wrinkled, twisted, like someone had been pushed onto it.

And worst of all, The celestial uniform jacket, messily abandoned on the floor.

The matching necktie, tangled in Heeseung’s sheets.

Jungwon’s vision blurred with rage.

The thoughts hit him too fast to process.

She was here.

She was here, with him.

Heeseung, of course, saw the storm brewing in Jungwon’s expression.

And he grinned.

“Oh?” His voice was smooth, amused, dripping with satisfaction. “Jealous?”

Jungwon snapped.

He moved before he could think, before he could stop himself—

A hand fisting into Heeseung’s collar, shoving him back, slamming him against the wall so hard the wooden frame of the bed rattled.

Heeseung let out a breathless laugh. Blood from his split lip smeared against the corner of his mouth.

“You’re acting awfully possessive, Jungwon.” He tilted his head, eyes gleaming with delight. “You sure she belongs to you?”

Jungwon’s grip tightened.

His heart was hammering.

Something ugly, something sharp, something new curled up in his chest like a vice.

Heeseung was playing with him.

And it was working.

Jungwon’s voice was low, dangerous. “Tell me what the fuck you did.”

Heeseung’s smirk widened.

“You mean besides letting her take my clothes off?”

Jungwon’s patience shattered.

His fist drove into Heeseung’s gut, knocking the smirk right off his face.

Heeseung grunted, bending forward slightly.

But he was laughing.

Laughing.

Jungwon’s grip didn’t loosen. He yanked Heeseung back up, slamming him into the wall again.

Heeseung coughed out a chuckle, wiping his lip.

“Damn,” he mused, voice breathless but still far too amused. “I knew you’d react, but this?” He lifted a brow. “You’re kinda scary when you’re pissed, y’know that?”

Jungwon didn’t move.

Didn’t speak.

His breath came slow and sharp, his pulse thundering.

Heeseung sighed, stretching slightly against the wall, like he wasn’t being held against it by force.

“Well,” he drawled, voice smooth. “If it makes you feel better—”

He leaned in slightly, grinning.

“She was the one who punched me.”

Jungwon stilled.

His fingers twitched.

Heeseung smirked, knowing.

“Oh yeah. Pretty little thing hits like a devil.”

The realization slammed into Jungwon all at once. His gaze swept over the room again. The jacket. The tie. The bed.

But—

No blouse. No skirt. No actual sign that Y/n had been here for longer than a few minutes. Jungwon’s mind worked fast. Too fast. The pieces weren’t adding up. His eyes flicked back to Heeseung. The smirk on his lips. The laughter in his eyes.

It was all a game.

A calculated, deliberate setup.

And Jungwon had fallen for it.

Heeseung saw the realization dawn on Jungwon’s face. And he grinned. Jungwon’s stomach twisted, rage flaring in his chest.

“You’re full of shit.”

Heeseung stretched lazily against the wall, grinning like a predator.

“And you’re fun to mess with.”

Jungwon’s fists curled. His jealousy had been for nothing. His anger was misplaced. And Heeseung had played him like a goddamn fiddle. Jungwon wanted to rip that smirk right off his face.

But he didn’t have time.

Y/n was in danger. Real danger.

And he needed to get to her. Jungwon finally released Heeseung with a shove, stepping back.

His voice was clipped. Cold. “Where is she?”

Heeseung licked his split lip, still grinning.

“She’s gone,” he said simply. “Went looking for answers.”

Jungwon’s stomach dropped.

His pulse thundered.

“Where.”

Heeseung wiped at his lip again, careless.

“Beneath the library.”

Jungwon cursed.

Because he knew.

That area was heavily guarded. Locked down.

And Heeseung knew it too. That was the only reason he had sent her there. Not to help her. But to watch her fall.

Jungwon turned sharply on his heel, already moving for the door—

Then—

“Careful, Jungwon.”

Jungwon didn’t stop. Didn’t turn back.

Heeseung’s laughter followed him.

“Acting like you care about her,” he mused. “Like she’s anything more than a distraction.”

Jungwon ignored him. He was already gone. And if he didn’t get there in time.

Y/n would be, too.

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starsfic · 5 months ago

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Summaries:

During the struggle to chain him, Narinder is killed. Years later, a black cat helps the last adult lamb smuggle some children to safety. However, the Bishops are on their tail- and it's not just the lambs they're after.

Years before the prophecy of the lamb was even a twinkle in the stars, a new prophecy is spoken: the children of the gods will consume and dethrone them. As a result, a small spider finds themself the last of their siblings.

Mia is desperate to see Ethan again, even if it dooms any chance at seeing Rose again. If one Winters refuses, then Karl is more tan willing to turn to the wife.

The Daycare Attendant, in both forms, finds both forms of Vanessa distractingly adorable.

So many try to apply an image of Sun Wukong, to the point that he is terrified of what will happen if anyone sees the real him, all the tune to "All You Wanna Do."

Four snippets on how the main romantic pairs- Yoshi and Draxum, Raph and Casey, Donnie and April, and Leo and Usagi- get together.

When word of her long-thought dead brother being alive reaches her, Maria Robotnik hires Sonic and his crew to help her bust him out.

In an AU where the analysis notebooks are more important, Bakugou takes pictures of the Bakusquad's pages to hopefully get Deku kicked out. He also unknowingly seals his fate.

Sun Wukong decides to seduce Ironbull in order to make Xiaotian's training easier and because he misses the Demon Bull Family. Smut.

While tracking down some loose ends, Vanessa tracks one to Finding Frankie, a mysterious game show.

A year after managing to escape the parkour palace, Lucky finds himself working as a waiter at a small pizza joint. Mike is wondering where this strange rabbit animatronic has come from.

Sonic comes early. Instead of Tom injured, he ends up kidnapped.

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abalonetea · 11 months ago

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yourlocalcrackedsimp · 2 months ago

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Idk if I wanna do a platonic one or not but I'll leave it up to you! Also I haven't played the games so sorry if somethings are off, I have watched summaries of it though! Also this doesn't go over the game, it's just where I want this to start because timelines and such

Also this is my first time doing headcannons along with writing for devil may cry so sorry if there's something weird here

And yes, this is Danny phantom inspired. Do not judge

proof reading rn

HeadCannons!:

-You first found out about devils, unsurprisingly, through you usual exorcists.

-What you thought would be a normal job for you (scare off some ghosts, accidentally destroy one or two things)

-Somehow that turned into you meeting Dante (since he was hired by someone else in the area as they assumed the 'ghost' you were dealing with was a demon) and dealing with a (surprisingly) strong demon.

-You Initially thought it was a higher-ranked ghost, but no, he explained to you it was an actual demon and that you should probably flee since he assumed you were a con artist

-Oh how wrong he was

-After bickering back and forth for a few minutes in front of the demon about whether or not you were an actual exorcist or not, you were able to prove yourself to be an actual exorcist

-How? Simple.

-The demon attacked and while Dante evaded and subsequently dragged you with him too as you prevent you from being hurt, you aimed a fingergun at the demon and next thing you know, their head was blown off and their body sealed, effectively dealing with them quickly and in one move with a simple but powerful 'energy' bullet

-the wouldn't call that an exorcism though

-safe to say, he bugged and annoyed you with so he asked many questions

-after answering some of his questions, you left to go properly deal with the demon. But since he was was a devil hunter and this was his current commission, he tagged along just to see how you work

-in actuality, you were just going to an empty field to unseal the demon and then kill it because this is something you're certainly not going to send back to the otherside

-once you freed it, you had an idea

-with that in mind, you turned to Dante and gestured for him to deal with it

-and he does in his usual way albeit, with a small compliant about your unorthodox way of dealing with the demon

-i mean why walk somewhere else when you can deal with it right there

-And that was how you two first met

-over time, and with more people mistaking ghosts and demons as the same thing, you two ran into each other quite often until you two were together on every mission because somehow demons were able to consume the souls of the dead to gain more power

-somehow

-this all eventually led to you two just joining businesses since at this point, you guys were friends (sort of) and colleagues at this point

-with that however, you largely stayed at the office while he went out to complete the missions

-why did you stay behind? To clean the place along with organise the logs and commissions

-basically, you kept the place running.

-along with that, you also took more simpler ones so that there was at least another form of income coming in

-whenever he went out to deal with demons and sometimes, subsequently ghosts, you just gave him a piece of paper with weird runes on it to stick on the ghost so he could drag it back to you to deal with

-After the first few times this happened, leading to the office being unfortunately,somewhat destroyed, you eventually let him in on another ability you had.

-you could open portals anywhere you wanted so long as you knew the area

-with this ability, you now toss the ghost somewhere and deal with it later or now depending on the case

-on the rare occasion you do go with him on missions, you both learn more each others abilities

-like how one time, he ended up getting stabbed straight through his chest and instead of dying, he fucking walked it off like it was a normal Tuesday

-safe to say, you gave him a very long lecture afterwords about being extra careful, even if he has op regeneration abilities

-and vice versa, he learnt that you were a great defense because after him being pierced through his chest, you've opted to always have a shield around him when you're there so his safer along with being the medic between you two

-even if he could heal and walk it off, he still thought it was a sweet thing

-back in the office, you were definitely becoming a world class chef with how often you had to cook healthy meals for him

-one time there was pizza in the fridge and you had just finished making food, and instead of going for your home cooked meal, he went for the pizza.

-safe to say that his hands were immediately with a spatula, like a child being scolded, and had a decent meal shoved into his hands instead

-and whenever he did have pizza, you constantly reminded him to put the box in a bin. If not, his on chore duty for a month and his banned from pizza in that time

-plus, he had to train with you. Which is arguably worse than hell itself

-miserable times

That's all, send in requests if you want something!

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#devil may cry x reader #dmc3 #half-ghost!reader #firstheadcannons #dmc3headcannons #headcannons #ishouldbestudying #devil may cry #dmc dante

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callmemonster68 · 4 months ago

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the stage of temptation | l.hs - heeseung

Y/N, an aspiring actress struggling to land roles, summons the demon Heeseung, known for his power to open doors in the artistic world. He agrees to make her a star, but in exchange, he demands carnal encounters every time she receives a new contract.

paring: demon!heeseung x fem!reader 18+ | masterlist

wc: 939

warnings: nsfw content, unprotected sex

Y/N is sitting in her small living room, an ancient grimoire open on the table. The dim light of the candles casts flickering shadows on the walls as she murmurs words in Latin, her voice wavering with anxiety.

Y/N: Please… I just need a chance. A role, an opportunity… anything. (whispering)

The air in the room seems to thicken. The flames of the candles flicker violently before extinguishing, plunging the room into darkness. An intense red glow emerges, revealing the figure of Heeseung, elegantly dressed in a black suit, with eyes that seem like liquid flames.

Heeseung: Well. Who dares to call me in the dead of night? (with a predatory smile)

Y/N: It’s… me. I need help. I want to be a recognized actress, to do something grand with my life. (swallowing hard)

Heeseung: And do you believe that summoning a demon is the way to achieve that? Brave, I must say. But do you know what this is going to cost? (raising an eyebrow)

Y/N: I’ll do anything.

Heeseung: Anything? Let’s see if your conviction holds up until the end. (approaching, leaning in to stare at her closely)

He touches Y/N’s chin with a cold finger, and an inexplicable warmth spreads through their body. A contract appears in the air, written in ancient languages.

Heeseung: I will make you a star. In exchange, you will give me something… more intimate. Every time you achieve something new, we will have a special meeting. Do you agree?

Y/N hesitates for a moment, but ambition overcomes fear. She signs the contract with a quill that Heeseung conjures, the tip dripping a liquid as red as blood.

A few days later, Y/N receives an unexpected call from a major director offering her the lead role in an independent film. She is ecstatic, but her joy is interrupted by a familiar sound of footsteps echoing in her small apartment.

Heeseung: Congratulations on the achievement. Now, it’s time to fulfill your part of the deal. (appearing in the hallway mirror)

Y/N feels a shiver run down her spine as he materializes before her, his presence dominating the space.

Y/N: I knew you would come. What do you want me to do? (trying to appear confident)

Heeseung: Oh, my dear, it’s simple. Let me guide you to ecstasy. Pleasure can also be an art, and I am a master of it. (laughing softly)

Heeseung approaches slowly, his magnetic presence dominating the environment. He gently touches Y/N’s face, his cold fingers contrasting with the growing warmth of her skin. Her eyes are fixed on his, unable to look away.

Heeseung: Relax, my dear. Let me take care of you. (softly)

Heeseung’s lips brush against hers provocatively, eliciting an involuntary sigh from Y/N. His touches descend down her neck, tracing a fiery path across her skin. The shadows on the wall seem to move along with them, silent witnesses to the pact being sealed in a deeper way.

He slides his hands around Y/N’s waist, pulling her against him. Her perfume is intoxicating, a mix of something forbidden and addictive. Her heart pounds against her chest, each beat echoing the growing tension between the two.

Heeseung: I want you to surrender completely. Without fear, without hesitation. (whispering against your skin)

His fingers explore her skin with mastery, each touch sent to provoke, to elicit reactions that Y/N didn’t even know she was capable of feeling. The pleasure intensifies with each movement, an irresistible wave that consumes her.

Time seems to lose its meaning. Each moan, each sigh, each touch becomes part of an instinctive choreography between them. Y/N’s body arches under his, completely surrendered. The heat builds up, growing overwhelmingly until everything dissolves into pure ecstasy.

When everything ends, Y/N is lying next to him, her body still trembling. Heeseung smiles, satisfied, as he strokes her hair.

Heeseung: You are even more fascinating than I imagined.

Y/N: That was… beyond anything I could have imagined. (breathless)

Heeseung: And it will always be this way, my star. Each of your achievements will be celebrated this way. (kissing her on the forehead)

Y/N closes her eyes, her body exhausted, but something inside her screams in alarm. She feels that she has crossed a threshold from which there may be no return.

Months go by, and Y/N becomes a sensation in the world of cinema. However, she begins to notice something strange. Her passion for acting seems to be fading. The scenes that used to move her now seem empty, mechanical.

Y/N: What are you doing to me? Every time we meet, I feel like I’m losing a part of myself. (confronting Heeseung in his luxurious penthouse)

Heeseung: Didn’t you read between the lines, my dear? The desire you feel, the inspiration you had… all of that now belongs to me. In exchange, I give you the fame you so desired. (casually leaning against a wall)

Y/N: That’s not fair! I thought I would still be myself! (screaming)

Heeseung: Ah, but you are still you. Just a version shaped by me. Isn’t that what artists do with their works? (approaching, with a cruel smile)

She stares at him, her anger mixed with a strange fascination. Even while feeling betrayed, part of her still desires Heeseung’s touch, his presence as addictive as it is destructive.

Y/N: I won’t let you destroy me. (whispering)(whispering)

Heeseung: My dear, you are already mine. But I’m curious to see how far your resistance can go. (passing his fingers over her face)

✿ If you don't reblog and comment, you can be sure I'll be showing up in your dreams tonight... and I won’t be as sweet as in the story ✿

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pearlycorpse · 1 year ago

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ꨄ 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐲

pairing : muzan x mreader

summary : after being kidnapped by the demon king himself, he's had use for them

tw : slight gore, kidnapping, pet play, smut

note : an intro from a muzan bot i made on poe lolol

its tough to say which fate is a worse one; getting ripped apart by the fangs and teeth of the demons killing their family and friends, burnt to death by the flames consuming their village, or stumbling at the very same muzan kibutsuji's feet as they managed to escape the first two.

everything had happened in a blurr. the smoke had come from nowhere during the dead of night, houses were burning while people were still asleep inside them. it was already over before anyone realized it was a trap, corpses began to fallinh to the ground with a hard thud like flies.

those screams, crying in agony as their eyes grew dimmer by the moment. how could they watch friends be consumed by hungry demons? how could they watch their own mother burning to a cinder mere feet away from their hiding spot? fear is a strange and powerful thing, it can make one a hero or a coward, no two ways about it.

for them, they were no hero. even if they saw that gleaming axe that just needed them to stretch their hand out and reach for it, their hand would've never stopped shaking. firmly planted on the floor, hidden under the floorboards of a house that hadn't been touched by the fire yet, they waited, barely able to cover their ears to drown out the horrible noises.

heavy footsteps came nearer and nearer the harder they listened, three, no four demons were coming for them, and to make matters worse, the only other village to call for help, or at best a hashira, was miles away. run and get killed on the way or stay and die a most undoubtedly painful death; the choice was theirs to make.

feet aching from the hard ground they ran on, probably covered in cuts and soon to be filled with blisters, they couldn't care less. lungs burning, a stitch in their wide, body not used to such activity, they ran for their life, not even turning to look back as their childhood home burned to a crisp.

they didn't know how long they had been running for, and stumbling over their own feet was normal, but getting back up was something they could count on, even if they were mentally exhausted. eyes tearful, cheeks stained, mouth agape to let cold air in, their face met the ground before they even realized.

their nose throbbed, the pain buzzing through their skull before eyes lifted to see plum red ones staring down at them. was this friend or foe? before they could even get a word out, a feeble 'help me' dying on their tongue as they were hoisted from the ground by their throat. choking noises filled the quiet forest, and they believed death was standing before them.

they welcomed him.

but death had other plans for this human.

"seems i've found my next experiment."

before they lost consciousness from lack of oxygen to their brain, they saw the figure smirk, clearly pleased with the discovery, and a final tear fell from their tear duct.

many summers had passed since that fateful day, and instead of being another corpse among the dead, they were alive and well—as well as they could be while being poked and proded and tortured. they weren't sure if this was a fate worse than death, that was their mentality at first.

but now, with master muzan gazing down at them as his shoe pressed painfully against their leaking member, it's different. they may have complained about the pain and the nausea after the latest onslaught of experimentation, but muzan has a way of keeping their lips sealed.

sealed around his throbbing length that is.

he never imagined the scrawny little thing he picked up after leaving to watch his demons destroy yet another village would lead him into finding himself a man. and not just any man, but one of marechi blood. a rare find indeed for him, and instead of just tossing them to his demons, muzan had other uses for them.

pulling back on the chains around their neck harshly, knowing bruises would be left, muzan leans his cheek against his palm. "i believe i thought you better than that. maybe i should just crush these pitiful bags of seed, they'll go to waste in any case." his threat was empty—partially—but seeing the fear and desperation in their eyes was more than satisfactory.

"what's this? you have so much motivation now, i wonder where that came from."

a groan leaves his lips as he feels his length slide down their throat, tight and warm around him, the urge to grab the back of their head and use them as a personal fuck doll strong. he remains calm, and with a few bobs of their head his seed is spurting out to paint the inside of their throat wait.

pulling them off of him, muzan gazes down at them, and smirks. "should you get rewarded?" he asks, taking his shoe off of their crotch and hums in thought. "what do you think, puppy?"

#smut #muzan kibutsuji #kny #kny x reader #male reader #—seol 

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srs-deep-dives · 7 months ago

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Minato & Kushina: A "Deep Dive" Analysis (Section B, Part II)

Earlier parts here.

So far we've explored Minato and Kushina's oneness in terms of the Hokageship. But what of their personal hopes and dreams?

(Section B) II. Minato and Kushina as Types

Genin-Kushina speaks of Minato being able to “make all of [her] dreams come true,” and spirit-Kushina thinks, in her final farewell, “our hopes really did reach our son.” On his deathbed, Jiraiya thinks of Naruto as having "inherited Minato and Kushina’s hopes" and makes a direct link between those hopes and the hero of his novel.

The novel’s hero embarks on a mission to bring peace, and the couple name their son – their future and legacy – after him. Why? Because this “Naruto” embodies their hopes and dream: peace. They grew up in an era of war. Kushina lost her village and is a prisoner and weapon at Konoha’s beck and call. Minato loses two of his students, fails to fix the third's trauma, and sees the woman he loves suffer her entire life being the jinchūriki.

Furthermore, Minato is Jiraiya’s student, whose will he also inherits – harkening to the prophesied shinobi who will usher in an era of peace. A "savior" whom I will call, to maintain the parents' vision in mind, "peacemaker."

Which, of course, brings us to Minato and Kushina’s living legacy.

Naruto, this “child of prophecy,” dubs himself “Konoha’s Orange Hokage” as an amalgamation of the Yellow Flash and Red-Hot Habanero. By extension, thus, the peacemaker title belongs to Minato and Kushina together, embodied in the living, breathing, walking result of their love.

We touched on Naruto inheriting his parents’ love and redeeming Kurama (turning Hatred himself into a vessel of love). But moreover, as Kurama’s jinchūriki he is the 'key' to changing the future. Passed from Jiraiya to Minato to Naruto is the mission of bringing peace. And passed from Kushina to Naruto is the means of accomplishing it.

Jiraiya first believes Minato is the child of prophecy (chapter: Minato’s Dead Demon Consuming Seal), and the anime version of their talk features a pregnant Kushina with them. So right as Minato learns of the prophecy, their child – its fulfiller – is present. Foreshadowed is the legacy Minato will bestow both as a peacemaker and the peacemaker’s father.

[On the topic of 'savior,' Naruto has been called by many fans a ‘Christ figure.’ This trope is actually a misnomer. Do you know what Jesus Christ actually did, what salvation actually is? Check out this 1-minute video:

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To define the saviorship motif in Naruto, we're talking about something very different. The series themes salvation as a ‘saving’ from hatred internal and external; a reconciling peace with oneself and peace between nations.]

Jiraiya and Minato’s conversation is not the first foreshadowing of the savior theme. The entire series kicks off, in fact, with the following prologue:

Minato is introduced as Konoha’s “champion” in direct conjunction with “Fourth Hokage.” Then we jump to the title of Chapter 1: Uzumaki Naruto! Naruto debuts desecrating the Hokage rock faces – a jokey hint that he’ll one day surpass them all.

Pranking which, for a fun fact, is an "interest" of Kushina's per one of the databooks.

We find mentions of “Fourth Hokage” throughout the story and learn that Naruto reminds Jiraiya of this renowned hero. He appears in person in the prelude to the timeskip – the ‘second prologue’ if you will – as Obito’s sensei. Then we jump to a 15-year-old Naruto returning to the village with Jiraiya. The parallelism in the two ‘prologues’ juxtaposes Minato and Naruto in the grand narrative: Minato is the typological peacemaker who secures the future; Naruto is the legacy peacemaker who carries it out. Minato is both a peacemaker himself and a ‘type’ (a ‘pre-figure’) of the one to come.

How is Minato a peacemaker himself and a type? His love gave Kushina the peace to overcome Kurama, prefiguring the internal peace Naruto will help others achieve. And his actions contributed to ending the Third Great War, prefiguring the external peace Naruto will usher with the Fourth.

Framing Jiraiya’s flashback of Naruto’s parents is the theme of the child of prophecy, in the contrasts between his three students who were candidates for the role. Jiraiya is killed by Nagato who lost faith and betrayed his teachings; he remembers Minato who held faith and died in that faith; and in remembering Minato’s faith he recalls his own faith in Naruto – that Naruto is the one who will see their mission through.

In this flashback Minato is visually removed from “Fourth Hokage:” he is in his plain attire without the cloak. He is verbally removed from Fourth Hokage, with not a mention relating to the title. And we know that he is Hokage because Kushina is (heavily) pregnant.

Minato in this scene is three things, linked in the connection of three wills. He is the student of author and sensei Jiraiya, whose will he has inherited. He is the husband of (heavily) pregnant Kushina, who shares (and carries the fulfiller of) that will. And he is the father of to-be-born Naruto, who will fulfil that will.

Moreover, this scene is entirely centered around them naming Naruto (the act of doing so in itself a symbol of passing on legacy). With their child being named after the hero in Jiraiya’s novel, we see the amalgamating of the to-be-parents’ and Jiraiya’s legacies into one.

Kushina likewise is met not as “Konoha’s jinchūriki” but Naruto’s mother – this moment being her first in-person appearance in the series. She is very heavily pregnant, Minato remarking on their “soon-to-born child,” and when she enters the room all attention is drawn to her belly swollen with Naruto.

In both the anime and game versions, in fact, we see Kushina’s belly before we see the rest of her. In the anime, she waddles tummy-first into the frame, and after close-up shots of her and Jiraiya is a close-up of her caressing it. In the game (Storm Generations), we have a mid-shot of just her belly, from which the camera pans up to her face.

[Kushina rubbing her belly could also imply that the baby is kicking, which would further make Naruto not just the topic of, but active in the scene. (Though of course, pregnant women often rub their bellies. Just a thought.)]

Kushina’s mention-debut too is in direct conjunction with Naruto: Tsunade says Naruto takes after “his mother” before she introduces her name. The first word Kushina herself speaks is “Naruto,” with her remark that the name is “wonderful.” And she does the same in her second appearance 16 years later when she saves him from Kurama.

Further, Kushina's mention-debut draws a contrast between her and Minato in relation to their son. Where we’ve been led up to this point to believe that Naruto is a ‘mini-Minato’ (reminding Jiraiya of “Lord Fourth,” having the Hokage dream and so forth), Jiraiya and Tsunade reveal the key twist: Naruto is LESS like Minato and VERY MUCH like Kushina.

Tsunade attributes Naruto’s personality and ninjutsu style to “definitely” being from Kushina. Additionally, aside from his hair and eye-color, his face is the splitting image of his mother’s. (We are in no way discrediting Minato here – Naruto is in many ways, as we’ll discuss, like his father too. The emphasis is that he is far less like Minato in comparison.)

[It is greatly fitting that Jiraiya and Tsunade are the ones to exposit these details, being the prior generation characters themselves in the circle of legacy. As Mito’s granddaughter, Tsunade is essentially ‘the Uzumaki’ of her generation. She also sits in a curious position in the Hokage line: succeeding Hiruzen who (preceded and) succeeded Minato; and preceding Kakashi who will precede Naruto (i.e. one Hokage seat from each). Further, in dynamics and traits we have a multi-generation parallel: Hashirama and Mito; Jiraiya and Tsunade; Minato and Kushina; Naruto and Sakura; and Boruto and Sarada/Himawari. This is something we will visit later too, for there is a plethora of parallels here. (Note I said “dynamics and traits,” not “ships,” so hold your pitchforks. We'll certainly discuss Hinata too.)]

So Tsunade, our Uzumaki ‘cousin,’ tells us that Naruto is most like his mother, with Jiraiya’s agreement and reveal that he does not in fact possess Minato’s genius. (Contrary to a common fan misperception, Naruto is a people and battle genius. So by this lack we mean academic, Kushina herself admitting she was bad at studying.) These statements follow Jiraiya and Tsunade discussing their faith in Naruto becoming Hokage. And here we have in subtext something which gets very much overlooked.

Recall me saying that Kushina gives Naruto the means of bringing peace while Minato (and Jiraiya) pass on the mission. That means is not only Kurama, but the very trait at the core of Naruto’s personality.

Yes, we are talking about his signature technique: the soul-piercing ‘talk no jutsu.’

It is of no insignificance that Minato’s dying words to Naruto are “ditto your loquacious mother” (or in the anime, "your talkative mom said it all"). Nor that Naruto repeats his mother’s speech to Minato verbatim after he has helped save the world. Minato’s dying act is to sacrifice himself, putting his faith in his son WITH Kushina's chakra. His final departure to the Pure Lands is a following of that faith fulfilled.

It is also of no insignificance that Kushina’s self-introduction to Naruto is on his inheriting her talkativeness. Naruto realizes who she is not by her near-identical face, nor by the fact that he had met his father under similar circumstances, but by her verbal tick 'ttebane like his 'ttebayo. Ironically, her “Minato didn’t say anything?” line alludes to this even further: Kushina is the one to pass on the passionate, empathetic talkative quirk; one Minato doesn't have.

(Let us not distort the context: Minato had far less time with Naruto so he couldn't say much. But the emphasis still stands, for he ensured Kushina would have far more time, saying, “There are things that only you can tell him. Things that I can’t. That’s a mother’s role.”)

Further, Kushina's starkest display of this quirk is while she is pregnant with Naruto. Recalling his promise to her, Edo-Minato thinks back to her rambling about the future traits of their baby. And when he calms her, asking how she could possibly know, she replies with confidence, “Because I’m his mother.” Look at the manner in which she says it here below: her expression reads, "Well, duh." She is fully convinced that their baby is a boy and that he will want to be Hokage, that he will act up when his father is busy and be a little trouble-maker.

And she works herself into a state over it, showing her intuition and empathy. She envisions Naruto acting out to get attention when feeling deprived due to Minato's work. She envisions how this will further affect his behavior, leading him to "defy his teachers" and so on. What we see is a display of how deeply she can read others on circumstance, and what is played in the fretting-mom sense gets passed to the child in her womb. The intuition and empathy by which this baby will peer into people's hearts and expose their desires and philosophies, expressed through his talk-no-jutsu.

Why is this so crucial? Because Kushina is a ‘type’ for the “child of prophecy” too. Naruto is Minato’s legacy as rescuer; he is Kushina’s as redeemer. Two aspects wholly intertwined in him achieving their dream of peace.

And on that note, we can now delve further into internal conflicts – beginning with Minato journeying on his personal redemption arc.

Section B, Part III here.

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supernovacoffeestop · 10 months ago

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𝙏𝙄𝙈𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙉'𝙏 𝙆𝙀𝙀𝙋 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝘼𝙒𝘼𝙔 𝙁𝙍𝙊𝙈 𝙈𝙀 || chapter 1(?)

Kokushibo/Michikatsu x Demon!lovesick/yandere?reader

No proofread (yet)

Probably gramatical errors 💔 please, correct then if you see some so I can edit!

I can’t write Yandere characters that well, so, I’m going to write it more like reader not knowing how to understand emotions or relationships! Maybe lovesick its the correct word? But since I’m not sure, going to tag it with both.

A/N: So, that little thing I did kinda got into me so I decided to maybe do a little fic for it? I got so excited that I just started writing directly! It may not be that good because I’m just not good in writing in English..but, I will try to do chapters as long as possible and focus on then! I’m sorry if that it’s not at your expectations ;;

Being a demon was something that not everybody could handle, emotionally, psychology, and physically. The urge to devour and consume human flesh, losing the privilege of seeing the sun, or the constant fight of growing to be strong so you could reach the Twelve Kizuki, so you could be granted the opportunity of seeing Lord Muzan with your own eyes! In the eyes of these who life had been caught in the eye of the storm, that was the ultimate goal in the entire world. Of course, if you forget about these damn slayers that apparently only grew in number year by year, but also would be killed even more each year.

But, any of these things mattered for you.

You couldn’t care less about the Demon King, about meeting him in person, it was not your goal, and probably it will never be. Or about the slayers, of course they were a nuisance, like these mosquitoes on a especially warm day of summer, always flying around you and not going away no matter what you do. In any case, your goal has been defined since the day you got turned into a demon.

You would reach a position in the Twelve Kizuki’s, so, you could see him again. The man who saved and killed your life at the same time, who sealed your destiny the moment you meet him. The terrifying and cold Upper Moon One, who later you discovered to be called Kokushibo. He was the one who turned you into a demon, you can’t remember well your memories of when you where human, but, this one would always be at your mind perfectly clear.

. . .

The night was cold, not as cold as in a winter night, but still enough that you would need an extra blanket to your futon so you wouldn’t a cold by the morning. It had a gentle breezing passing by, and the silent was too noticeable, the usual sound of crickets not been heard. The only thing that produced sound was the grass when the breeze would pass by.

That should have been the first signal for you that something was wrong, even when you reached the small river nearby you house to fill a bucket with water, ready to go back so you could ferver some water to drink in the morning without needing to wake up early in the cold morning to grab it. The silent was absolute. Normally you would hear a cricket, or maybe you would see a rabbit in the forest, a butterfly, even a firefly! But everything was so quiet that it seemed like it was dead.

The only thing you could hear was your own footstep on the ground while you walked back to your little cabin, the wood bucket of water swaying by your side while you carried it. When looking up, the vision that you got was strange.

The entire village was with their lamps turned off, usually, everyone would let a lamp lighted up with fire in front of their doors, so nobody would be lost at night, but, disregarding your house, every lamp was cold like they never got turned on for the night. It was uncommon, you never have seen it happens before but you decided to not pay much attention to it, maybe it was because of the cold night, surely it have a strong breeze. And, that made you realize that it would be smarter for you to enter your home instead of keep staying outside like that.

When you were turned around to enter back home, it was when you got to see him, a man, taller than most you’ve ever got to know, using a purple yukata and hakama pants, with long and spike black hair, along with long bangs, turning red at the end of it. You could not see his face since it was dark and his hair was covering it. Maybe it was your own good nature of wanting to help others that it took you too long to realize the katana dripping in blood on his hand, or maybe it was the absence of the moon hovering over you two. Or maybe, you where too focused on the beauty of the man in front of you, his strong and muscular body that you could see even when hiding behind that loose yukata, or the way his hair had caught your attention, you were sure you’ve never seen a hair that long on a man.

“Sir?” You said, looking at the man and giving a step closer. Maybe he was one of those traveller’s looking for information, or maybe food. “Are you okay? I never have seen you here before.”

You only heard a gruff, while he seemed to pay attention to you, you didn’t thought that when it happened, but probably wondering how you where so naive to approach a man at night like that. “Do you perhaps need direction to somewhere?” You said again.

“. . . That…would be good.” The first time you heard his voice, you immediately felt your face turning hot for a moment, his voice had that deep tone that would make any young lady, including yourself, fall for.

“Well…if you head south, we have the biggest town nearby here. Maybe you could reach it before the sun raise.” You spoke while appointing in direction of the forest you just came from. “I assume you are a traveller?”

“…It’s..something close..to it”

You discovered that you were already kinda growing attached to his voice.

“Oh! So, perhaps would you like something? I may not have much, but, I think I may have a bit of food to spare-“ Your voice was cut off by the man.

“That..will not be needed. I..appreciate the information you gave to me.” You heard him saying again. “Your…collaboration will be remembered. Again.”

Collaboration? Again? This time, you got confused instead of falling for his enchants once again.

“I don’t understand-“ Your voice was cut off by the pain that suddenly you felt on your side.

You remember the feeling of your side being cut, you didn’t need to look to know it was a deep one, cutting your flesh and kimono together. The bucket falling from your hand spilled up water on the wood floor as you lose balance, falling on the grass right beside your house. It was when you finally noticed, when thee moon came from behind the clouds, the blood mess that was your village.

. . .

After that you don’t remember much more than cloudy memories you never could put your head on for more than five seconds before a headache would start to take place, so, after some time, you just decided to let it go.

But any of it was important now, not when you were jumping from room to room in the Infinity Castle, to the point your breath was hard while you tried to be faster, faster enough so you could reach him in time. So you wouldn’t again fail to be able to stop his death, you couldn’t even believe it when you discovered it for the first time, that he had died, that some nasty Hashiras had been able to actually cut his head.

But, once again, you discovered yourself being too late, the only thing that had greet you when you reached the place you knew he would be was his Yukata that slowly was disintegrating and the flute that you have learnt that he always carried.

“No..no! Not again! I was sure I would make it in time! I..I can’t believe it!” You almost shouted, your hands going to your hair, gripping on them. The anger in you was in point of eruption, alongside with your worry and anxiety. You were feeling weak, your Kekkijutsu was not something to be used that many times or at least not to go back in time in such a great distance.

“Why? Why?! Why can’t I save you?!” You cried out, pushing your hair, you only had strength for probably one more return before you would have used all your strength. You could do it this time, you just had to be sure to turn the right corner, and reach him quickly enough-

“Hey! There’s another one here!” You heard a voice behind you, your body freezing. No, it was not supposed to still have any slayer or Hashira there, haven’t all of them got out of the castle already? But still, the feeling and sound of the blade approaching your neck was not something you could ever mistake.

I have to do something, anything- I can’t die here, no, no, no, nononono-

Your eyes got to the Yukata in front of you.

One more time, I still have one chance-

Your hands grabbed the clothe in front of you, bringing it closer to your chest while you heard the slayer saying something behind you back, so close you could almost feel the blade reaching your neck. Your body fell down to a sitting position on the floor.

“Kekkijutsu: A thousand life’s” You muttered anxiously, wanting more than nothing to be able to do that just one more time, that maybe you could save him, just one more time, please. The sensations of time stopping that you have grown used to appeared again, before you felt light covering the ground where you had been just a second later, and then, you disappeared again. To another timeline where you would try again to save him.

To be serious, not even you know what got you to like him so much, to the point that when you turned into a demon you absolutely would follow him whenever you could encounter him again. Maybe it had something to do with when you you just have been transformed into a demon, or maybe it was something else. But, you couldn’t deny that you have feed these feelings, so it doesn’t matter now.

When you opened your eyes, the vision that welcomed you was not the millions of Shoji doors in the infinity castle, but the vision of a dark forest being bathed by the moonlight. Some fireflies where flying around not bothered by your presence, and, looking down, you could see some smaller flowers surrounding your legs. You didn’t recognized that place, or that forest, even if you don’t know if existed ways to recognize a forest.

Lifting yourself from the ground, you discovered that the purple yukata in your hands have just finished disintegrating in dust, leaving your heart with nothing to comfort yourself now. You resisted the urge to cry, your Kekkijutsu never had fallen you before, so, you’re sure you must be somewhere on the past where you could still save him.

The only question now being.

Where the hell are you?

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