#demon!horangi

[kit-williams]

You all can thank @bispecsual for this

I tried doing it like how other people can seemingly condense their headcanons I just wasn't liking how it was coming out

"I have acquired thrones." Horangi states as he enters the shared room with the others. Like a pack of wolves all their heads perk up as the tiger saunters in.

"Is that right Mgio..." Price says lazily as he is reading some after action reports and filling in his share.

"So ye gonna spend it? Or just have it?" Soap said rolling over from his perch.

"It is several thousand thrones so it is probably wise to spend it." He says calmly as now eyes are all on him.

"Well... are you going to tell us?" Konig finally spoke up as molten brass hissed onto the floor below.

"I do not know. I only have a few things I wish to possess. I only wanted to play a few rounds..." He says with a bit of shame in his voice as the lingering taint of the Slanneshi demon prince caused him to become excessive in his pursuit of... relaxation? "So perhaps I can have you all help me spend it."

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The inquisitorial section of the ship was it's own small microcosmos of trade and businesses. People with strong enough wills to adjacently handle the horrors of the universe but are combatively unable to serve. The radical hereticus section of the ship the boys were not so very out of place given the fact that there were several "redeemed" agents and persons.

Horangi bought a face mask to cover up the scar on his jaw. But it was hardly a dent in the excessive amount of thrones he had... oh if Lord Khorne knew what was going on... Mgio is certain he would be ripped a new one. Ghost got some of his skull faced baklavas... all 27 that were available in the store as well as 6 pairs of skeleton hand gloves. He was trying to help Mgio to spend all those thrones. Price bought himself a couple more hats.

Rudy and Alejandro know of several places to eat... they could always get something expensive but they know that is an end of the day. They ask if they could use his money to buy their Chiquita a gift, they are disappointed by the lack of brass baubles but they could just make something with the pool of cooled metal in their shared room.

Soap was enamored with the expensive bottle of scotch... one of the five on the whole ship and now there was one in the common room of the bloodthirsters. Ghost got some bourbon and then this trip turned into stocking the room with an actual alcohol cabinet . Price got himself some expensive cigars, several packs in fact and then some cheap ones and 2 fancy lighters.

Gaz bought himself some oils and balms for after battle as his way of thinking is that if they are stuck in these hosts they might as well keep them looking decent.

"Arnetrihts." Horangi said as König looked over as his black tongue licked over his chops as they were just now eating. Unaware of the growing panic that is happening as they've done their best to avoid being found. "What are you wanting."

"Ach. Your money cannot get me a Maus, a Krieger, or a Liebling." He said exacerbated before he rolled his shoulder again and Gaz's eyes glowed with an idea.

"What about a massage?"

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"Oh my you've got so many knots." The gentle voice above him said digging their elbow into his back.

"Ja!~" König moaned out. This was a wonderful idea! As his black tongue lolled out and his eyes unfocused. Horangi was able to spend a large chunk of the remaining thrones before Price suggested that he keep the rest for emergencies as he got them all a massage package.

The whispered giggles that ran rampant through the parlor today, 'The tall one is built like a space marine', 'they must be agents' flitted around as the 8 of them found themselves in the sauna as they made it inhumanly hot.

"Mein gott... someone help me pull on my skin it's loosened up enough." König said standing up after a few moments and they just watched his skin move in a way that flesh shouldn't move as the demon inside of the skin suit adjusted. He pulled on his cheeks and adjusted his face and he sighed as if he finally was able to adjust his rolled sleeve in his jacket.

Their tongues lolled out in the hot air of the sauna as they lounged so carefree feeling pampered like homecoming warriors. Their ears soon twitched as they could hear the muffled yelling as soon outside of the sauna they could see several demonologists and throne agents. Rudy and Alejandro's brass fanged grins met the weaker willed soldiers outside. All their eyes flashed and glowed, no longer the browns and blues that the non combatants saw only the molten brass.

The Interrogator no... the Lord Interrogator was the one to open the door. "Ah Lord Inquisitor... you come to join us?" Price drawled out as he let out a loud yawn showing off his fangs and the way his jaw just opened a little too wide.

"No I've just come to see what you demons have been up to." They hissed glaring at them.

"Auch," Soap started putting a hand on his right pectoral over the large covered symbol to Khorne, "Ye wound me. Demons? Hellions fer sure but demons?"

"Imvaassj..." The Lord Inquisitor started and Soap just started to hiss as his binding markings started up causing a cacophony of growls. With König's and Alejandro's being the loudest.

"Now now Inquisitor. Let us not ruin the good mood we are in." König huffed, "What do you want with us."

"It's time to come back home boys. We can discuss... outings if this is going to become a common occurrence." They said tentatively.

"Oh it most certainly will." Horangi said his chest puffing out, "But we have a half an hour left of our paid time." He said watching the Lord Inquisitor not say a single thing nor react only just shrugging and turning around.

"Your handlers will be making sure you all get back to your room safely. Enjoy the rest of your time." They said before leaving as they watched the outside room clear out before the flittering workers would poke their heads around the corner.

"Ach they really have to be a... what is the word? Killbuzz? Spielverderber... Buzzkill! That is the word." König slurred slightly just returning to his lounging position not caring about the flittering creatures outside.

Horangi left the sauna and gave one of the salon women 500 thrones, to be shared, for their problem that they caused.

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"Hello boys," Price's handler said as she looked over the relaxed and stretching boys, "you have a fun day?"

"Mhmm sweetheart." Price purred as he leaned against her and was just shamelessly purring.

Horangi would have to do this again... he could probably think of ways to spend thrones if given the time to think about what he wants.

[morthern]

lets see if the nerd patrol will make me remove this or nah?

Korangi but demonAU :>

[cherie-doll]

I was supposed to send this on Halloween, but I got lazy, so happy late (very late) Halloween 🎃

Another arranged marriage thing, but for Horangi (kittyyyyyy), specifically, Invoker!Horangi (I love that skin sm)

You see, he was making a deal with a demon, and he has already prepared whatever the demon requires back for the deal. His soul ? He's ready, someone's lives ? He already prepared the weapons, maybe chosen the target if needed

"Marry my daughter"

?

What the fuck ? What the hell ? What in the world ? He was NOT prepared for an arranged marriage. It's not like he'd refuse that, he is just surprised

It turns out the demon's daughter is a demon, who, is heavily interested in humans, she even morphed her forms to look a little more human-like, "father/mother I want a human"

Bonus: I think a demon being interested in humans is the equivalent of us being interested in creatures that are normally viewed as "scary" "ugly" like sharks, bugs, snakes, etc.

Yesss, I love the Dark Rituals set, also rlly love this idea and appreciate the time you took to type it all out

Invoker!Horangi x Demon!Reader AU

Horangi was a long time devotee to the demon he'd been in contact with, he was used to their demands of sacrifices, meeting every expectation, he's very zealous of his adoration, never denying nor refusing the one he served, and as a result, every aspect of his life was mostly controlled

He knew that once he opened the door and welcomed the spirits in it was irreversible so there was no option to refuse his obligation, it was just unusual, he grew up listening to stories of people selling their souls, now damned and eternally bound to whoever took them, but he hadn't expected to marry the offspring of a demon

You had of recently taken an interest in humanity, you'd begun noticing their way of life and your curiosity was similar to that of a human's interest in the supernatural

To obtain mastery over your abilities you need a human to pass the threshold

So when you were wed to Horangi, you were more than excited to agree, and to think you were getting your very own human! All yours!

You were used to getting your way all the time, controlling, but in the world of humans, your powers were somewhat tame

You have attempted to take human form without much success, there were boundaries and things you couldn't do without being having a mediator as a way of accessing the other world, for the meanwhile your powers were limited until you improved

To have a body you could either possess a human with a weakened mind or take a body from the cemetery, you didn't want to take advantage of a poor person :( and you didn't want to disgrace and rob the grave of a person already passed, who knew in what state their body was in

So for the time being, you spent many hours morphing and altering your voice, eyes and mannerisms to appear more human-like

Throughout all this, he observed you with a curiosity of his own, he couldn't leave you alone for long periods of time during the day or else you could get into trouble, you couldn't go anywhere without him, you attached yourself to him and followed him everywhere

You kept him up at night, pestering him with questions and interrupting his sleep, Horangi had looked forward to the marriage and finally getting a partner, but it was different from what he envisioned

Mediums who would watch Horangi walk past when you followed him could sense your presence, often shouting to him and pointing there fingers to you behind him, warning him of an evil, but that's just his demon wife :(

He would get rather defense though when they tried convincing him they could get you to move on and leave him alone ;) like no he's just fine living with a clingy demon

He quite literally shows you his world, how he lives life, and you observe it all from over his shoulder, he starts getting used to your weight on his back, feeling as if he's missing something when you don't go out with him

His voice softens, less harsh when answering your questions and gentle when teaching you things, and he even reads up on ways to help you obtain your physical body permanently, for now, he's getting used to your apparition only he can see

[rj-opp]

Gotta make sure his demon boo is doing good.

[lostintransist]

Hell's Spawn | Back Again?

Part 1 | AO3

Stretching side to side all your focus is on the pull on your neck muscles. When the bell dings, signaling entry you ignore the trained urge to open your eyes. Blended scents of cigarettes and deadly choices told you who had come back for a visit. If anyone had the ability to exist in a changeless state it would be these men. They looked nearly the same as when you had seen them last, imposing and wearing nearly the same damn outfits.

You didn’t glare when you opened your eyes, but it was a near thing. Layers kept you safe from the demons your mother seeded your mind with from crawling from your pool of self-hate. Easier to ignore the glances at your chest when you wore a band tee that begged to be looked at. The one who hadn’t spoken to you last time stepped forward. The sense you got is that you had been a topic of discussion, and this would be another test.

‘Welcome in, what can I get you?”

The one who stepped forward, fuck you really needed to figure out what to call each of them to keep them clear in your head. Maybe you would text your boss. She had met them before or at least one of her boyfriends would be able to help you match masks to names.

“Four large hot coffees, please.” He tacked on the last word as if only remembering polite interactions required it.

“Milk and sugar for the table again?” You ask as you tap away at the screen.

He had an accent from east of here. A long way east. How far can one go east before you start calling it west? You snort lightly as you think of the answer, it only becomes west if you run into a colonizer.

“Also reserved the conference room again?” you finish up the transaction on your end and flip the screen to them to confirm if they want to pay a tip.

The tallest one, with blue eyes and a loud voice, tapped his card without discussion. Once the payment cleared you pulled the key from a small drawer below the counter.

“You remember where it is?”

“Ja, we know where it is.” Cocky. That is what you refer to this one as. The tallest one that acted like his stature could win him the world.

The shortest one, whose startling blue eyes haunted your nightmares some nights, took the key from you. He took care not to let even the stitching of his glove touch your hand. Turning from the counter you ignore their gazes scorching across your shoulders. When you had the four cups filled and the bowl and carafe ready you set them all in a line on the counter. Large hands with oval, well-trimmed nails grab the coffees two per hand and then he catches your gaze.

“Sorry about them. They are all uncouth and require a sharp bite to make them back off. Though,” he looked down at you, his brown eyes so dark you nearly couldn’t tell them from his pupils with his irises, “They might need more of a muzzle pointed their direction to truly get the message.”

You weren’t what anyone would call pretty. With your gaze too sharp and your disdain for stupidity leaking from every pore, you were eye-catching.

It was the fucking tits. It had to be. Between the fat sacks that caused a constant ache in your back and your bitch face, because let’s be real it didn’t only come out when you were resting, men were always in your space. Your friends often said you needed to fix your face; sometimes it came in handy in running off fuckers that didn’t get a hint the first time.

Your hair could be the only thing called beautiful about you without the addition of fancy clothes or a hefty slathering of makeup.

“Good for everyone I have a partner then huh?” You arched a brow in his direction. Sugar and milk in hand you step from behind the counter.

“It wouldn’t stop them from trying. I’m Horangi.”

“Tell me their names? Let’s start tallest to shortest.”

“Tallest? König. Then me, followed by Nikto and finally Kreuger.”

You start up the stairs to the conference room.

“Got it, König is the cocky one, Nikto is the creepy one, Krueger can’t keep his hands to himself. What about you?” You glance at him over your shoulder as you top the stairs to the conference room.

“Me? My kink is I like women to be nice to me.” The seriousness on his face has you falling into laughter.

When the door to the conference room pops open, Krueger again with not a lick of skin visible, holds it open for you. Setting down the extras for the coffee you fight back the laughter, wiping away the tears collecting in the corner of your eyes. König sat next to Nikto, the large space between their chairs eaten up with their impressive, combined manspreading.

You pat Horangi on the shoulder, still chuckling.

“Good luck with that one man. Could never be me.”

Tension flooded the room, a crowd watching a wick burn down on dynamite while they stood inside the blast zone.

“Well, Horangi,” you pat his shoulder again before returning your hand to your side. “And everyone else I suppose,” you let disdain drip from your teeth as you speak, “reminder we are closing at one tonight instead of two. I’ll come and kick you out if you aren’t gone already at 12:45. If you need something, please hesitate.”

Leaving the room, you click the door shut behind you. Three sharp voices explode beyond the door. You can’t help but grin as you bounce down the stairs.

They kept coming back; three of them were met with glares that must fuel fantasies and Horangi with a smirk—no real schedule and never in the daylight. You start referring to them to your friends as “the vampires”. König and Krueger always tried to talk to you, getting rebuffed with stares or a sharp smile and a customer service stare. Nikto watches. Horangi makes you laugh and then gets yelled at when you leave them to their business. The interactions work until they change it up on you.

Hell Masterlist | Masterlist

@demothers-empty-blog

[wxnheart]

so I had this conversation with a friend about fictional fuckboys.

and then it veered to my glorious CoD babygurls and these are the conclusions (headcanons, really) that we came to:

everyone thinks Ghost is a fuckboy edge lord when it's actually the exact opposite. while he's had a few... dalliances here and there, he, like the old man, is actually quite marriage-minded. what fucks him over is the demanding career and demon dick.

Soap looks like a fuckboy but is really a golden retriever.

Gaz is the one with the most interesting sex life (and encounters) out of the majority of 141. he just never talks about it and really plays up the fact that, out of them all, folks would expect it the least out of him.

Price had fuckboy tendencies when he was younger but now gives gentle dom sugar-daddy vibes to everyone's amusement.

Rudy isn't a fuckboy but he's so oblivious to the fact that he has demon dick that you'd be forgiven for thinking he's one.

Horangi is unapologetically a fuckboy.

Alejandro Thee Stallion is also not one but can charm the pants off of you like one.

you'd be forgiven for thinking König is one, too, because he can come off as being hot and cold in the initial stages of your relationship but rest assured, he's most certainly not. he's actually rejoicing internally about the fact that you return his affections while also doing his damndest to keep his composure and not give you the biggest damn bearhug.

Graves is the ULTIMATE fuckboy out of all the people I listed. he's the fuckboy everyone thinks Ghost is.

[diejager]

Drops this

Nikto's sweetheart has the worst out of the dark/toxic readers, poor thing. Because if König's darling is the apathetic type, while Krueger and Horangi's darling is the manipulative girlboss type, Nikto's darling is the emotionally isolated type and she causes the least harm. Nikto also has at least two alters and one of them sound aggressive, when the normal Nikto is already aggressive and blunt 💀

Since darling's inner world is basically beautiful and her safe space, Nikto wants her to share it with him like you said. By opening up to him. He wants to hear the thoughts of the person he loves (madly, one sided too). But darling being an emotionally isolated person either said no, or deflects it and boy he isn't happy.

I do wonder about how he treats his darling though, your thoughts on that?

ahh, that's true, everyone has something going for them, but poor, poor you, stuck with a man as emotionally unstable as the Demon Core. Not that you were any better, emotionally vacant and a hermit with your self-isolation, it's no wonder he sees you as an easy target. Not that you speak up much, he likes that about you and he can let out any growls and grunts without you glaring back at him or scoffing.

but good luck making you open up to him with how forceful he is, you like your little self-imposed hermit life and plan to keep it t9o yourself despite how rough and mean and cruel your... coworker - if you can even call Nikto that - is. unfortunately, he's as stubborn about it as you are to keep it for yourself.

[olinblogin]

REQUEST MASTERLIST! (REDONE)

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What fandoms I will write for;

-Lego Monkie Kid

-One Piece

-One Punch Man

-Assassination Classroom (limited characters)

-COD (call of duty, any game)

-ATSV (across the spiderverse)

-TADC (the amazing digital circus)

-Dandy’s World

-Pressure (only like three characters I’ll write for💔)

-Regretevator

-Cookie Run

-Arcane

What fandoms i won’t write for;

-Genshin Impact/Honkai impact

-Seven Deadly Sins

-Obey Me/Obey Me nightbringer

-FNF (Friday night funkin)

-MHA (my hero academia)

-Hazbin Hotel/Helluva boss

-other fandoms that have problematic backgrounds

WHAT I WILL WRITE!!!

-platonic

-light angst

-fluff

-slightly suggestive content (will have a warning)

-slightly suggestive content (not full on nfsw)

-childhood romance (no suggestive stuff)

-teen romance (no suggestive stuff)

-Reader x character

-character x character (very rarely)

-character x Reader x character

-polycules/polyamory (multiple characters x reader)

-T4T (trans for trans relationships)

-F4F (femme for femme relationship)

-M4M (masc for masc relationship)

-F4TF (femme for trans femme)

-F4TM (femme for trans masc)

-F4TNB (femme for trans non binary)

-F4A (femme for any)

-M4TF (masc for trans femme)

-M4TM (masc for trans masc)

-M4TNB (masc for trans non binary)

-M4A (masc for any)

-LGBTQ content

-Yandere Content (not extreme)

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE!!!

- major nsfw

-r@pe/noncon/dubcon

-cnc (consensual non-consent)

-child x adult

-abusive scenarios

-anything to do with children involved in anything sexual

-racism

-ableism

-unsanitary fetishes (i.e. scat, wound f*cking, etc)

-severe angst

-s*icide & s*lf h*rm

- extreme Yandere stuff (r@pe, cannibalism, etc)

CHARACTER’S I’LL BE WRITING FOR

ARCANE

- Viktor

- Jayce Talis

- Vi

- Jinx

- Sevika

- Caitlyn Kiraaman

- Mel Medarda

- Ambessa Medarda

- Salo

- Lest

- Vander

- Silco

- Ekko

LEGO MONKIE KID

- MK (Qi Xioatian)

-Mei Dragon

-Redson

-Sun Wukong

-Six Eared Macaque

-Ao Lie

-Lady Bone Demon

-The Mayor

-Yin & Jin

-Tang

-Pigsy (mostly platonic)

-Sandy (mostly platonic)

-Nezha (platonic)

-Bai He (platonic)

ONE PIECE

- Monkey D. Luffy

-Vinsmoke Sanji

-Roronora Zoro

-Usopp

-Nico Robin

-Franky

-Chopper (platonic)

-Nami

-Jinbei

-Donquixte Doflamingo

-Donquixte Rosiante

-Boa Hancock

-Dracule Mihawk

-Crocodile

-Shanks

-Rayleigh

-Portgaz D. Ace

-Marco

-Thatch

-Izou

-Edward Newgate, Whitebeard (mostly platonic)

-Eustass Kidd

-Jewelry Bonney

-Killer

-Sabo

-Trafalgar Law

-Buggy

-Smoker

-Rob Luci

-Kalifa

-Yamato

-Perona

-Shaci

-Penguin

-Bepo (platonic)

ONE PUNCH MAN

-Saitama

-Genos

-Garou

-King

-Child Emporer (platonic)

-Metal Bat

-Speed O’ Sound Sonic

-Mumen Rider

-Watchdog Man (mostly platonic)

-Fubuki

-Atomic Samurai

-Lord Boros

-Bang

-Zombieman

-Flashy Flash

-Sweet Mask

-Charanko

COD - CALL OF DUTY (MW2/3)

-Simon “Ghost” Riley

-John “Soap” MacTavish

-John “Captain” Price

-Horangi (Hong-Jin)

-König

-Nikolai

-Valeria Garza/El Sin Nombre (F4F/NB/AFAB)

-Alejandro Vargas

-Phillip Graves

-Farah Karim

-Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

-Kate Laswell (F4F)

-Gary “Roach” Sanderson

ATSV - ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE

-Miles Morales (platonic/fluff)

-Gwen Stacy (Platonic/Fluff)

-Pavitr Prabhakar (platonic/fluff)

-Prowler Miles (platonic/fuff)

-Peter B. Parker

-Jess Drew

-Miguel O’Hara

-Hobie Brown

TADC - THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS

-Pomni

-Jax

-Zooble

-Kaufmo

-Ragatha

-Gangle

-Caine

-Kinger

Dandy’s World

- Dandy

- Astro

- Vee

- Shelly

- Sprout

- Pebble (platonic)

- Glisten

- Flutter (platonic)

- Toodles (platonic)

- Rodger

- Teagan

- Brightney

- Scraps

- Goob

- Boxten

- Poppy

-Cosmo

- Finn

- Razzle & Dazzle (can be semi-poly)

- Shrimpo

COOKIE RUN

- Hollyberry Cookie

- Dark Cacao Cookie

- White Lily Cookie

- Golden Cheese Cookie

- Pure Vanilla Cookie

- Pitaya Dragon Cookie

- Burning Spice Cookie

- Shadow Milk Cookie

- Wind Archer Cookie

- Moonlight Cookie

- Sea Fairy Cookie

- Black Pearl Cookie

- Frost Queen Cookie

- Stormbringer Cookie

- Elder Faerie Cookie

- Crimson Coral Cookie

- Shining Glitter Cookie

- Stardust Cookie

- Clotted Cream Cookie

- Nutmeg Tiger Cookie

- Street Urchin Cookie

- Rebel Cookie

- Mozzarella Cookie

- Burnt Cheese Cookie

- Smoked Cheese Cookie

- Captain Caviar Cookie

- Financier Cookie

- Crunchy Chip Cookie

- Wildberry Cookie

- Affogato Cookie

- Tea Knight Cookie

- Lilac Cookie

- Red Velvet Cookie

- Almond Cookie

- Black Raisin Cookie

- Latte Cookie

- Kumiho Cookie

- Milk Cookie

- Werewolf Cookie

- Vampire Cookie

(There’s just a lot)

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IF YOU DON’T SEE ANY CHARACTERS OF INTERESTS YOU CAN (in dms if you prefer) ASK IF I’LL WRITE THEM! ^^

please as well reread the will/won’t write section if you’re feeling unsure!

[drenix004]

𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐝 part2

Valeria Garza Headcanons

Part 1 here

Note: I plan to do headcanons of Valeria as chapters of Valeria's fanfic are published! besides, I also want to do the same with 141, Alejandro, Rodolfo, Valeria,Horangi and koning in different situations and contexts, especially if they are shapeshifters or hybrids feel free to ask for a headcanon, one shot or drable, I'll be happy to do it! And they'll be all soft, comforting and light angsty themes! Life is already too cruel and hard to make them suffer here too :)

Sadly there will be no smut or nsfw, I'm really bad at writing that kind of content, sorry. But, there will be slight superficial mentions of that as a reward.

Pairing: Valeria Garza x fem!Reader

Summary: You work at the bar of a night bar in Las Almas, you knew the menu backwards and forwards so you had a certain fame. One day you draw the attention of a certain narco when you kicked an idiot out of the establishment just as the armored van was passing by, not only did you draw attention because of the commotion, but also because not a sound came out of your mouth, not a whimper, curse or insult, nothing. Just a death stare at the man.

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Valeria has always had women at her disposal, it was nothing more than something carnal, just physical. I had never had any other contact than that with people of the same sex.

●Until you came, you opened the forbidden door that The Nameless One kept in the depths of his being; their feelings.

●You reached to the depths of his being without realizing it, you were not a one-night stand. You are more than that to The Nameless.

●Now the consequences had to be paid.

●Valeria didn't let you go when you had already walked through that damn door, oh no.

● That's not how the game was played and Valeria was very clear about it, since you opened her forbidden place you were doomed.

 ● You were hers, as well as the consequences of having fallen in love with her to the point of insanity if possible.

●You calmed her inner demons, but you also teased them if she didn't have you around.

●Same as now.

●His office was a shit after a fit of rage, they hadn't heard from you for more than three days.

● Many bad scenarios had been generated in his head, did the rival cartel kidnap you?

●That couldn't be possible, even among criminals there was a code: never mess with one's family or partner. Something that could be very simple, but that was essential to avoid generating conflicts beyond the territory or the product.

 ●Although you were not Valeria's official partner, by now she had made it clear that she was very interested in you. 

 Valeria was getting tired after searching with no results, so she decides to investigate everything about you. She didn't want to do it because she wanted to respect your privacy, but that had already moved to another level.

●She found out that the name you gave her wasn't your real name, so she couldn't find you that easily... With your real name he was able to access your credit card records, he realized that you did not stay in the same place for more than two days in inns or small hotels.

 . ●Valeria recognized that pattern, you were running away. But what were you running from? It couldn't be her because she never gave you a reason to do it.

The more I researched about you, the more things came to light; you were three years younger than Valeria, you had gardening experience, years ago you had been admitted several times to the emergency room for assault injuries, but they never mentioned a neck injury.

●That fact became interesting to her, Valeria had noticed the scar on your neck that you tried to hide with chokers.

Valeria went to every hotel and inn you were in, looked at the security footage, and then left without saying a word. He had to admit that you were cunning, a challenge he liked.

●Unknowingly, you entered a hunting game, where you are the prey and Valeria was the hunter.

●Valeria followed your steps closely, the chase becoming more and more exciting, the beast within her moving violently every time it got closer and closer.

●But she was aware that she wasn't the only one chasing you, there was a man who was also looking for you; your brother. The man had complaints of domestic violence, and also had an arrest warrant and a restraining order.

●Valeria understood why you were running away, you were afraid that your brother would hurt you again. that's why you ended up in Las Almas.

●Valeria would help you escape your brother's clutches... to end up in his.

● Valeria was no saint, but at least her claws would be more careful and gentler than your brother's. She could not and would not change what she already was, but she could take care of you in his darkness. ●When she knew where you were, she left immediately. Your brother had also found your whereabouts.

●It was a race against the clock, who would get there first? ●Which demon would get to you first?

●You were the ray of light that the darkness wanted out of selfishness, to envelop you completely so that you could not escape, you were its complement… because without light there is no darkness.

Part3?

I had planned to upload this for hallowen, but I couldn't because I had an anxious crisis :) why do I feel this looks more like a one shot than a headcanon? anyway I liked how it turned out, I hope you do too. likes and reblogs are much appreciated!

[bubuslutty]

Angel on Duty (series)

pairing: 141 team x demon/angel!fem reader (+König, Horangi, Alejandro & Rodolfo)

tags: semi-canon compliant, a bit of angst, fluff, but mostly smut, reader is described as having a tail and horns but calls herself 'Angel', do what you will with her real nature but she's simply sent down to fulfil a wish, no use of y/n, reader is referred to as 'Angel', 3rd person pov, minimal description of appearance

warning: warnings will be provided individually for each work if necessary

long summary: What do you know about prayer? About wishing? Blowing birthday candles and wishing upon a star?

Ever since the beginning of time, it was men’s nature to wish, hope and pray. To who? That has always changed and shifted throughout the centuries, with prayers sent to different deities, angels, ancestors and so on.

But what humans don’t know is that all of their prayers, all of their wishing, if it was strong enough, if they really want it, really bad, their wishes just might become reality. And that was all done through a meticulously built system in another realm, where what humans considered angels worked day and night to realise them.

short summary: the 141 boys have a fantasy to get captain price the fuck of his life, but also share it amongst themselves, a shared cumdump if you will. which basically translates into "we need a woman to break our miserable old man, and break us in the process and rebuild us again just to do it all over again." they're just miserable and pent up and horny and want to be taken care of, that's all :)

Chapters:

the first meeting

Day 2: I 💜 DILFS

Day 3: Cat Crisis

Day 4: baked salmon

Day 5: progress report

Day 6: do you wanna be the Queencard?

Day 7: pretty in a skirt

Day 8: emails

coming soon...

Extra:

I made Angel on Picrew

I drew Angel

Art by @bobastayhigh

[lady-boketto]

Difference in Taste! (Random Drabble)

A/n: Honestly this was one of those random scenarios that pop up in your head and unlike the other ones I had to write this one out, I also included a lot of characters so I put it under the cut

It's one of those rare afternoons where you have the pleasure of passing the time not really doing anything but relishing in the peaceful comfort of your home with your beloved partner.

Not wanting to waste the opportunity of your significant other's already sparse time, you were determined to spend some quality time with them as you thought the day was perfect for a outdoor picnic with bright blue skies and the temperatures being well above the average day, yet the day was still accompanied by a slight breeze with the warm summer air.

As you walked with your arm linked with your partner through the field you both wandered into, your eyes scanned the surrounding for a perfect spot to set up your picnic blanket when your irises catch a nearby oak tree that is providing a nice umbrella of shade.

With the blanket set up nicely in the shade of oak tree, your significant other is already starting to unpack all your belongings and placing them down eagerly on the soft fabric of the blanket, clearly overjoyed to relax with their love one while also enjoying the food the both of you had spent the better part of the morning preparing.

while in their warm embrace you decide to fill the silence with mindless conversation, it's mostly what has captured your attention that day (whether it's mindless banter or enticing gossip you have to tell, your significant other is always listening with a smile with on their face while trying to keep the conversation to the best of their ability) while in the middle of answering your previous thought of what would be the most diabolical smash or pass topic, you think of a another thought that would hopefully shake your partner's thoughts and they finally stumble over their words.

" How do you think I'd taste? what you you think?"

Those whose minds thought you meant food wise:

JJK: Kiyotaka Ijichi, Utahime Iori, Yuta, Miwa, Takuma Ino, Mahito

AOT: Zeke, Annie, Bertholdt, Mikasa, Hange

Inuyasha: Ayame, Ginta, Hakkaku, Inuyasha, Kikiyo, Sango

CoD: Gaz, Konig, Roze, Kleo, Gus, Farah, Soap

Demon Slayer: Mitsuri, Giyuu, Rengoku, Kanae, Akaza, Daki, Makio

RDR2: Arthur, John, Bill, Molly, Kieran, Mary-Beth, Lenny, Swanson, Pearson, Mary, Lemuel Fike

Those who are confused on how to answer because they understand both meanings:

JJK: Nanami, Nobara, Megumi, Maki, Mai, Noritoshi, Choso

AOT: Erwin, Levi, Onyankopon

Inuyasha: Kagome, Kagura, Sesshomaru

CoD: Price, Ghost, Rodolfo, Chuy, Laswell, Alex

Demon Slayer: Urokodaki, Tamayo, Gyomei, Kagaya Ubuyashiki, Kokushibo, Hinatsuru, Obanai

RDR2: Abigail, Charles, Hosea, Trelawny, Sadie, Grimshaw, Tilly, Black Belle, Bonnie

Those whose minds went straight into the gutter:

JJK: Gojo, Yuji, Shoko Ieiri, Toji, Geto, Yuki Tsukumo, Mei Mei, Inumaki, Todo, Naoya

AOT: Armin, Jean, Colt, Reiner, Porco, Eren, Mike, Conny

Inuyasha: Hiten, Jakotsu, Koga, Miroku, Naraku, Toga

CoD: Nova, Alejandro, Enzo Reyes, Horangi, Valeria, Graves, Makarov

Demon Slayer: Shinobu, Uzui, Sanemi, Shinjuro, Muzan, Doma, Gyutaro, Suna

RDR2: Dutch, Javier, Karen, Micah, Sean, Eagle Flies, Flaco, Madam Nazar

[kit-williams]

Kim Horangi Hon-jin

Demon name: Mgio-nihanhkj Ni Org

Born: Korean War

*We still have yet to find a planet or a continent or even an area that is called "Korea" he can point to planets with "Bloodlines" from this "Korea" but every time we try to have it point to where it is he points to Holy Terra and I REFUSE to believe a demon was spawned from Terra!* -Inquisitor [REDACTED]

*We might have to come to the conclusion that within Terra's history that there were conflicts that gave birth to demons. Remember Armageddon has "birthed" several* -Lord Inquisitor [REDACTED]

Notable Features: Has black "stripes" starting from its spine and running across his body. Speaks in a certain dialect of low gothic or just straight up a certain language that several planets share. Has a large facial scar on his jaw that he recieved from fighting a cowardly Slannesh demon prince that he had felt was hardly worth his time. When asked if he changed his opinion on that after recieving the scar he replied with "No I still squashed him as easily as I knew I would."

Demonhost: Unlike the others he can inhabit most baseline humans as a demonhost but like the others has very strict requirments for a longterm demonhost. His summoning and binding markers on the human have to be drawn in stripes starting at the spine, again in brass or blood. Age of the host should be no older than 35.

Mgio acts like a big cat at times as he is very picky on what "hunts" he will participate in but when he chooses which ones he will hunt he is very active. Has shown a fascination when agents are gambling around him and will watch.

-Update this to will participate and wipe the floor with most agents. He refuses to tell us what he's doing with all the thrones he's won.

-Handler [REDACTED]

*You let a Khornite demon play a round of poker?* Inquisitor [REDACTED]

-Listen We thought he would say no...-

**Can we please have someone figure out what a Bloodthirster is spending thrones on?** Lord Inquisitor [REDACTED]

@bispecsual you get the biggest of thank yous for your horangi headcanons!

[meowylovesmen]

*plays that one "uhm...guys..." audio*

So like, my variety of men is so different... lemme explain in a list...

JJK:

Gojo Satoru

Suguru Geto

Toji Fushiguro

Ryomen Sukuna

Demon Slayer:

Shinazugawa Sanemi

Tomioka Giyuu

Rengoku Kyojuro

Uzui Tengen

Muzan Kibutsuji

Kokushibo

Douma

Hantengu Clones (not zohakuten, urami, or normal hantengu)

COD:

Simon Ghost Riley

König

Horangi

Other random fandoms:

Eyeless Jack

Slenderman (send help)

Dracule Mihawk

Shanks

Portgas D Ace

(I'm sure there's more 😨)

[nowheregoat]

Demon/eldritch König and Badger doodles + @breadthe fighting Demon König with an addition of Horangi

[captain-mj]

Absolutely begging for feral beast/demon König being taken down, and monster hunter Horangi inspecting him- muzzles and bondage and maybe dubcon???

:)

Horangi trapped the beast. It had taken time. Lot of time. But he had planned this out meticulously.

König prepared himself, his large frame towering and giant teeth snapping at thin air. He went to the bait, a small goat. Several animals had been disappearing so it made sense. He stretched and glanced around, almost innocently. Big blue eyes appearing behind a hood of some kind.

Horangi waited and König fell right into the trap. The chains tangled around his legs and he was hoisted up, body hanging from the ceiling. He wailed and kicked all over.

Horangi grinned and walked over slowly. "You guys know what to do."

The few people he took with him, mostly knights trying to make names for themselves or local village people wanting to be rid of the monster in the woods.

The other people quickly got him tied up.

One of them went to stab him, sword at the ready to go right through König's throat. Horangi quickly hit it away from him, not letting the blade touch his skin.

"It's a monster."

"Need him alive." Horangi hissed. "I'll be taking him off your hands. Don't worry."

"It."

Horangi huffed and turned to König. The monster thrashed in his binds and Horangi quickly leaned down and pulled the rope to tighten it. "Your services are no longer required. You can all leave."

One of the knights went to say something and Horangi loosened his grip on the rope. "One word and I free him."

They quickly backed off and Horangi knocked König out. He figured out transport. It was a bit frustrating with him being 6'10 but a man makes do.

All of this ended up exactly where he wanted to be exactly 14 hours. König, kneeling at his feet. For now, he still had all of his clothes on, but he planned on undressing him to inspect him more properly.

Horangi pulled out the muzzle and fit it between the monster's teeth. Shoving up the mask to do so. He was surprised by how... ethereal he was. A shocking beauty. König tried to bite his hand but since Horangi had his hands tied behind his back with the knots looped around his ankles, poor thing couldn't get the angle to do so. Horangi tightened it, watching saliva and venom run from his mouth. His mouth was wide open, showing off several large teeth.

"Enough of that now. You know why I'm doing this. You're dangerous. Hmm?" Horangi stood up, needing to inspect him. He could sell him. König didn't come from a specific species that he could figure out. Meant he'd fetch more money in certain circles, less in others.

His hands drifted down his back and König's skin reddened. At first, he thought it was some reaction to skin to skin contact but then he realized the monster was blushing.

"Don't get touched very often huh?" Horangi cut away his shirt. Extremely well muscled. Thanks to his height, it wasn't as noticeable, but he was still well built. Next came that stupid hood. Shaggy auburn hair, dirtied by sweat and dirt, stuck up all over and fell in his eyes. He had freckles all over the bridge of his crooked nose.

Something about him felt entrancing. An ethereal look despite Horangi knowing logically he was rather plain. Ears, almost like a cat poked out of his hair.

He yanked his hair and the creature snarled at him, baring his teeth again. Lips stretched thin over the grimace. He chomped at thin air, but the leather of the muzzle just barely brushed against Horangi.

"Maybe I should train you first. No one wants to have to house break something this fucking big." Horangi hissed back at him. So far, König gave no indication he understood him.

König stuck his tongue out at him. His eyes. They were piercing. Beautiful.

Horangi quickly removed more of König's clothing. Despite living away from people for who knows how long, his size and also the fact he didn't speak any human language Horangi could figure out, he did have clothing. Based on the way it looked, patchwork pieces of fabric sewn together, it wasn't hard for Horangi to put together that König probably made them himself. He kept trying to cover himself up from Horangi's watchful gaze, eyes flitting away.

Horangi poured water over him, getting the majority of the dirt and blood off of him before going back to his inspection. König whimpered and tried to get away from his touch as much as possible. His hand on his ribs almost sent him into fits and he could feel the leather bumping against him again as König tried to sink his teeth into him.

"None of that is necessary." Horangi hissed at him, standing over König. König glanced up and quickly looked back down, most of him turning red.

Horangi realized body language was going to be the only way he could really "talk" to him. He kicked his inner thighs and König sank lower to the ground, blushing more. He finally glanced up at Horangi, looking flustered.

"Huh. Big fella, all nervous over little old me." He twirled the knife in his hands and König watched it carefully. His pupils dilated slightly and Horangi moved it closer, watching them take up most of the blue. Like a cat focusing on a mouse.

Horangi knelt down and cut at König's underwear and only got a sharp whimper in response.

"Ah... Big..."

König tried to readjust himself but couldn't. His body was most likely reacting to the coolness of the water, but he was clearly hard.

Horangi stared for a second before trying to right himself. He got his book and made notes of König's attributes. He'd have to get someone to sketch him if he wanted to sell him.

König started to struggle again, growling. Could he read his thoughts? Or maybe read his intentions was a better word for it?

Horangi didn't think, just shoved his foot between König's outstretched legs and watched his curiously. His cock laid against the soft fabric of his pants and König moaned rather loudly before quickly biting himself to shut up. He glanced up feverishly before starting to rock on to him desperately.

Horangi sketched him. It wasn't realistic enough to work as an advertisement, but he could keep this for himself.

König let out the tiniest little whimper and Horangi's own cock twitched.

Maybe he could keep König for himself. He wasn't hurting for money that bad and watching him desperately rut against his leg made Horangi feel hot in a way he hadn't in a while.

König pressed his tongue against the leather as he tried to get to Horangi's hand. He started to pant louder and louder as he got closer, eyes shutting. Horangi grabbed his hair and yanked his head back by his ears before moving his leg away, leaving his hips to stutter in the air.

"I'll have to teach you how to talk. I'm sure you're capable."

König growled at him again, eyes narrowing. He tried shuffling closer to finish and Horangi shoved him back. "Enough of that now."

Horangi got him cleaned up, liking how he looked much better now that he was clean. He put a robe on him to give him a little more privacy. König worked with him, not putting up a fight. Once they were done though, he was back to snapping at him and trying to pull him in.

Horangi had zero clue what possessed him to do what he did next. Maybe it was that he was in a chair in front of König with him unable to do anything about it or the fact that König was still hard and obviously close. But he shoved his pants down and put one of his boots on König's shoulder so he could what he was doing. He coated his fingers in oil and gently pushed one of them in himself. König started to drool, eyes focusing on his hand. His pupils dilated until the color disappeared.

"I can tell you're intelligent. You set traps and knew how to plan. But you're just like a regular human man. A beast under all of that." He moaned softly and watched König's growing desperation. The muscles in his arms bulged and strained as he tried to get out of his binding. But Horangi had made sure the chains were tight and he wasn't getting out of them any time soon.

He closed his eyes tight and stroked himself to finish. He cleaned up quietly before stretching. "Alright, time for bed."

Horangi cut König free temporarily to readjust his bindings. He managed to move fast enough to catch Horangi off guard, pinning him down. Still muzzled so he couldn't bite him. Horangi quickly tried to get his hands but König was flipping him over and shoving his face into the floor. He pressed himself firmly against Horangi's back, snarling as he felt him up.

Maybe teasing the giant monster was not Horangi's brightest idea.

"Raincheck?" Horangi whispered to him and his legs were quickly forced open. "I'll take that as a no..."

König squeezed his ass and Horangi hid his face in his hands. He had kept his mask on and he decided not to draw attention to that fact. His pants were ripped down and he felt König run his claws along his body.

König grabbed the oil. Huh. Intelligent and considerate. Horangi quickly tried to fight against him but a hand on his neck quickly stopped that. He kicked and growled at him, rather insulted.

That one hand kept him pinned as the other dripped oil down his back before pouring some over his hole. Horangi panted softly and kept trying to fight, but he was quickly starting to give up.

He felt König's cock rutting against him again and he worried a little on how exactly it was going to fit. Horangi reached up to grab the muzzle, fingers going through the leather and he felt his tongue run along his fingers.

König moaned softly as he shoved into him. Horangi bit his lip and groaned.

"Tight." König panted at him, eyes narrowing. Horangi went to snap at him for not speaking when König thrust into him, sliding further into his body. The hand in his neck moved to his hair and tangled in it, forcing his head up. He finally noticed the mask and it was yanked down, exposing Horangi's scars.

Horangi tried to hide his face, but König didn't let him. He thrust in hard and Horangi moaned softly. It felt so good, pleasure sparking up his spine.

König let go and pulled out of him. He put Horangi on his back and put his arms under his knees, grabbing his wrists quickly so he couldn't squirm away. He pushed back into him and Horangi threw his head back.

König thrust harder into him and looked down at him. His hair fell into Horangi's face as he tried to get closer.

"Fuck... Fuck..." Horangi made eye contact with him, surprised by how intensely König stared at him. König purred as he fucked into him, not breaking his gaze.

His legs started to shake and he was a little surprised by how long König lasted after all the teasing. He started to get close again and he panted softly, stomach tightening.

König hit his sweet spot hard and he bit back a scream. His eyes started to trace Horangi's scars on his face and he started to lose his rhythm.

Horangi's vision whited out for a minute as he came and he only came down a few minutes later, feeling König come in him. The monster didn't even pull out. "Come on. Out." He hit him gently and König finally pulled out.

He stared down at him before stretching.

"How well can you understand me?"

König made a so-so motion with his hand, blushing.

"Fucking bastard." Yeah, he was keeping him.

[lostintransist]

Hallo friendo!!! I'm back with more tattoo soulmate au stuff!!

No cap loving playing Horangi's shitty luck 💖

RAAARGH we did a first phase now onto the second phase soon 2.1/4

His luck was a terrible terrible thing, he should have known better. One bet turned into three, turned into six. Riding high, doing fantastic just as things always went. To good to be true, always the crumbling edge before the fall. And now- Here he sits, scowling as he's unmasked. Gear bet and lost. Hand over his crotch as he stares at the shit hand he has. He could manage it, he swears, maybe a pitiance from Lady Luck... If she wasn't such a conniving bitch.

A small brush across his back has him shouting and clutching his cards to his chest. Eyes wide staring at the small woman holding a tray with martinis and other cocktails. Squinting at the letting on his back before offering him a shy smile and setting a drink on the table next to him. Motioning to another man hunched over a table, cards bowed low and looking over his shoulder at him. A smirk on his lips, a wink before he turned back around laying his cards out. Several groans as people at his table cried out. A royal flush. The man quickly cashing out and flashing Horangi another smile, running a tongue over where the Korean's scars were on his face before sauntering off with languid steps.

His gaze flicked down to the drink and the keycard set underneath it. Maybe tonight wouldn't be a complete bust after all. Bolting up and after the man as he passed by the small woman, missing the familiar name mumbled between her and another employee.

Lady luck was only able to help those who didn't miss the obvious signs.

Soulmate Tattoo Part 2 found here.

A/N: I fought through the ADHD demons to deliver this one to you.

You roll your head from side to side as you wander down the halls watching for the signs that decorate the corners. This massive old building had been converted from a mansion for a single-family to a hotel sometime in the nineties by someone who wanted to keep the old charm of the building but in the process of cutting it open and running new veins for the old girl had created something closer to the Winchester Mansion than the stately building it must have originally been. They made a maze instead.

You had decided to travel in your off-season, trying to hit some of your bucket list cities. This would be the last one before you head home. You had hit museums and the cutest little coffee shop through a red door set among bricks that stretched the block.

Spotting your door you fish the RFID card from your pocket. The door opens at your touch, but not to a sight you could have ever imagined.

Two blinks is all you get before you are moving. A broad beast of a man with a neck tattoo marking him as a member of the local crime organization is choking someone to death on your bed. The carpet muffles the sound of your steps as you shift behind the man and taze him with the tool you keep on the belt of your pants. His back straightens as he lets out a squeal before passing out. Without a glance at the person who gasped for their precious air, you grab your backpack and return to the hall.

Retracing your steps you keep your pace as a door slams behind you with the sound of pounding feet coming closer.

“Ma’am!”

You flinch. You hated that you looked so feminine shaped still. Maybe you should start doing more makeup to give yourself the shadow of a beard since the binder didn’t seem to help others clock you as androgynous.

“Sir?”

Still not right and still not your problem. Noping your way out of situations has saved you more time than you could count using all of your knuckle creases on each hand combined.

“Hey, asshole!”

“What!?” You snap as you spin around. A tall man, Asian by the shape of his features, stares at you with both hands held out from his sides in a clear ‘what the fuck’ gesture. He’s attractive, and your type. Fuck. All the better to get out of here.

“You just saved my life and you’re walking away?”

You glanced side to side before back at him with your brows quirked.

“Obviously. If you have nothing else to add to this,” you flick your hand between your bodies, “I am going to go ask for a new room.”

His mouth pops open as his eyes bug out of his head slightly. All his muscles must be stealing the nutrients from his brain. Twisting on your heel you continue to the front desk.

The swish of fabric is the only warning as he runs up next to you, legs matching your pace.

“At least let me take you to dinner as a thank you.”

Pushy bastard.

Stopping abruptly, he takes two steps beyond you before turning back to look.

“Why is this something you are pushing? You don’t know me.”

“I know many people wouldn’t taze the mob to save a man they’ve never met.” He looks you over now, the loose fit of your shirt and the wide flare of the jeans that are too big for your body, only held up by the belt snug around your hips. “Let me treat you to dinner and then I’ll disappear from your life.”

“Do you even have any money if the mob is after you?” You question him as you start on the journey to find the front desk again.

He snorts, “They weren’t after me for owing them money.”

You send a glance at him without shifting your head.

“Okay so they might have been after me for money, but only this time. They are more pissed about the hit my team completed against a member of their group.”

“So, you’re a mercenary?” You keep the question casual as you start down the stairs.

“I am a member of a paramilitary group that takes contracts with governments all over the world,” he replied haughtily.

The noncommittal hum you let out seems to creep under his skin. Good, maybe if you burrow under his skin like scarabs then he might leave you be. Before either of you can pick up the conversation further the front desk appears, an oasis in this maze of a building.

A quick exchange of room keys and a new set of instructions has the man marked for death at your elbow turning and directing you out of the building. Once the bustle of people flowing around you eases the proximity of his heat you wrench your elbow from his long fingers. You walk against the flow of the crowd, keeping close to the buildings. He follows.

Outside of the building you have an easier time navigating. Working your way across the city you arrive at the last restaurant you wanted to try before jumping on a train tomorrow to head to a larger city with an airport.

With a nod and two fingers held aloft you are seated at a tiny table across from a man who upon further inspection is absolutely your type. Dark hair, sharp brows, and a nose that sat crookedly on his face. His thin lips were drawn down in a frown as he stared at you. To give yourself a moment to not look at him you tuck your backpack under your seat.

“Can I get your name?”

“No.”

He sighed and readjusted in his seat. His feet bracketed the legs of your chair as he leaned back in his own.

“Pronouns?”

You lifted a brow. He did not seem like someone who would care about that.

“They/them,” you watch him as you reply.

Nodding once he responded, “Know a few people like you.”

The server appears then, taking your orders and leaving water in their wake.

“What are you doing out here?” He questions you.

“Traveling.”

His left eye gives the slightest twitch. It was clear you were traveling, your accent marked you as a foreigner.

“You going to give anything to this conversation?” His eyes narrow.

“Nope.”

With a sigh through his nose, he settles in for a long meal.

It doesn’t take nearly as long as he expected, two bowls of soup appear after their waters do. You tuck into your meal. Unable to help it the wash of flavors over your tongue has your eyes drifting closed and a pleased hum escaping your throat. You pointedly do not look at your table mate when you come back to your senses.

Twenty minutes after you walk through the door, he is laying the local currency down on the table and walking you to the door, a hand at your back. You turn to snarl at him for taking liberties when you see alarm flick across his face as he is dragged backward by the collar. Something must have changed between your gaze meeting his and his meeting his attacker because the man fought like had been born to it. His shirt ripped sometime early in the short fight, fluttering around him as he moved.

Meals were ripped from tables and smashed into faces. The man, who you still haven’t learned his name, ended the fight with a punch that you could hear from across the small shop and a front kick that sent his attacker to the ground. He stood, breath heaving as he stared down at his attacker. You loudly moved up behind him catching sight of something that ripped your stomach into your ass.

There in orange between two tigers was a soulmate mark. A mark that listed your name, the name you had chosen yourself. Without too much thought you grip the back of what is left of his shirt and drag him from the shop before anyone else can think about calling the authorities or the owner kicks the two of you out.

When he is finally able to turn despite your hold on to the tatters of his shirt he stares down at you confused but keeps moving at the swift pace you set.

“What is your name?” You question him as you dog a woman walking her dog down the sidewalk.

“Horangi. Why?”

“And are you Korean by linage?”

He stops now, your arm jolting as it fights against the force of his strength.

“Why?”

You can’t see him moving without an answer this time.

Filling your lungs to the point your ribs expand as far as they can you blow the breath out slowly.

“The name on your back is my chosen name and it is a shade of orange that looks suspiciously like it matches the Korean lettering on my right calf.”

His mind moves slower in this than it did in the fight. You can see it shift through his mind layer by layer until he is stepping forward, replacing the torn shirt in your hand with one of his own and leading the way back to the hotel.

“I would very much like to see that mark of yours,” he grumbles back at you as you start to jog to keep pace.

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