#like obviously he's still a 'man in power'

[urno1luv]

hitman minjeong, who tries to kill you but falls in love with you instead ☆

cw: stalking, winter steals things from your apartment, murder obviously (not you tho!!), pretty big age gap (LEGAL), but she's creepy in regards to the age difference, she kinda stinks of alcohol and ciggies, non con (implied)

sorry reader but you kinda don't have any dialogue in this😔🫶 MEN AND MINORS DNI

summary: winter is shocked to find out that you are the daughter of a major drug supplier who she's been ordered to kill 10 years ago, a mission in which she was heavily injured. her resentment for you started to grow solely because of your connection to him, but fate seemed to have other plans for the two of you

Winter has never believed in fate.

She believes in precision. In cause and effect. In the cold steel of a blade pressed against skin, in the weight of a gun in her hand. Fate doesn’t pull the trigger. She does.

And yet, when she sees you for the first time, something in her wavers.

It’s supposed to be just another job. You are nothing more than a name on a contract, a target to be eliminated. But then, she sees your face. A face she’s never seen before, but one that still makes her blood run cold.

Because she knows your name. Not yours, but his. Your father.

The man who nearly killed her ten years ago.

Winter was around the age that you are now, back then. Still ruthless, still efficient, but not yet broken. The mission was clear: eliminate a powerful drug supplier who had made too many enemies. A clean kill, a quick escape. It should have been simple.

It wasn’t.

She underestimated him. His men. The way he had turned his home into a fortress, guarded like a king unwilling to lose his throne. The moment she pulled the trigger, chaos erupted. She barely made it out alive, a bullet tearing through her ribs, a knife slicing deep into her thigh. She remembers the pain, the smell of her own blood pooling around her, the way her vision blurred as she staggered into the night.

She survived, however. And he didn’t.

For years, she thought it was over. A chapter closed. But now—now, you exist.

The daughter of the man who left her on the brink of death.

She should hate you. And she does. At first.

She follows you like a phantom. Watches your every move. At first, it’s with resentment—cold, calculated, looking for an excuse to finish the job.

But then, she starts noticing the way you tilt your head when you read, how your lips part slightly when you’re deep in thought. The way you hum under your breath when you think no one’s listening. How you bite your lip when you’re nervous, completely unaware of how it makes her stomach tighten.

It’s infuriating.

She shouldn’t care. She shouldn’t find herself lingering outside your apartment longer than necessary. She shouldn’t know what brand of perfume you wear just by the faint scent you leave behind.

She shouldn’t have memorized the exact shade of your eyes.

But she has.

She tells herself it’s part of the job. That knowing every detail about you makes it easier to predict your movements. That she’s only watching you so closely because she wants to find the right moment to strike.

And yet, when she sees you smile—when she watches you laugh so easily, so carefree—something inside her twists.

You shouldn’t be happy. Not when your existence is a reminder of everything she lost.

So why does she want you to be?

Her presence in your life becomes a ghostly, lingering thing. She touches the world around you without you ever realizing it. A door you swore you locked remains unlocked. The feeling of being watched when you’re alone at night. A familiar perfume in the air that you can never quite place.

She wants to stop. To regain control. But she doesn’t.

Because there’s something intoxicating about knowing things about you that no one else does.

That she’s the only one who knows how you like your coffee when you’re too tired to function. That she’s the only one who sees the way your fingers tremble slightly when you’re overwhelmed. That she’s memorized the exact moment you fall asleep each night, your breathing slow and steady, your lips slightly parted.That she knows where you are at all times.

She wants you.

And it terrifies her.

Because Winter has never wanted anything before. She has always been a blade, a weapon forged for one purpose.

But now, all she can think about is what it would feel like to run her fingers over your skin, to hear her name fall from your lips, to see your face twist in something other than fear.

And it consumes her.

She tells herself she’ll end it. That she’ll stop this madness before it’s too late, but when she watches you from across the street, hidden in the shadows, and you suddenly turn—eyes scanning the crowd, as if you felt her presence—

It’s too late though. She's already gone.

You wake to the feeling of something wrong.

At first, it's a faint discomfort, a heaviness in the air that doesn't belong. Your senses are still clouded by the fog of sleep, but something feels off. The subtle scent of stale cigarettes and cheap whiskey lingers in the room, thick and pungent—clinging to the air like a shadow that refuses to fade. You inhale, and the acrid smell burns your nostrils, forcing you awake.

Then, you feel it—a presence, heavy and near. You freeze. Your eyes snap open.

Winter.

She’s sitting on the edge of your bed, her posture relaxed, but the intensity in her gaze is unmistakable. The dim light from the streetlamp outside filters in, illuminating her just enough to catch the glint of her eyes—sharp, cold, and calculating. Her fingers play idly with the hem of your blanket, but there's a clear, underlying tension in every movement.

But what hits you first is the smell.

The pungent stench of stale cigarettes mixed with the sharp, bitter sting of alcohol. It coats her skin, makes her presence even heavier in the air, as if she’s marked the space with her scent, claiming it as her own. It's a smell you’ve come to recognize with dread, like a warning.

"You sleep so deeply," she murmurs, her voice thick with something that almost sounds satisfied. It’s not the voice of someone trying to soothe you—it’s rough, edged with something raw and unrestrained, as if she's too far gone to care. The smell on her is strong, and it's impossible to ignore.

Her hand brushes over your arm, a touch that is far too familiar, far too bold. When you flinch, she laughs softly, the sound low and almost affectionate, though there's no warmth in it.

"I almost didn’t want to wake you," she continues, and her breath carries the sharp bite of alcohol. It’s a cold, heavy scent that lingers in the back of your throat, making it hard to breathe.

You try to shift, to move away, but her hand is already there, pressing you back into the mattress with ease, her fingers strong and unyielding.

"Shh," she whispers, her tone deceptively soft. The words should calm you, but they only make your heart race faster.

But her scent—the thick, choking mix of smoke and whiskey—fills your senses. It’s overwhelming. She smells like danger, like someone who’s been lost in the haze of something darker for far too long.

She leans in closer, her breath a cloud of stale alcohol brushing against your skin. Her lips hover just above your ear, close enough that you can feel the heat of her body, feel the way she’s pressing into you, dominating the space between you.

"I’ve been watching you," she murmurs, and her voice is gruff, edged with something almost tender, as if she’s savoring the words.

The smell is suffocating now—cloying and heavy, just like her presence. The longer she stays, the more you feel the pull of her, like you’re drowning in it.

Her fingers trace the curve of your jaw, slow and deliberate, like she’s committing you to memory.

"You’re so young," she says with a chuckle, the words thick with that bitter, intoxicating edge. "So naive."

She pauses, just long enough to watch you squirm beneath her, and her gaze never leaves you. It’s calculating, hungry, but there's something almost tender in the way she looks at you, as if she’s waiting for something to break.

She leans down further, the alcohol and cigarette smoke clinging to her like a second skin. Her lips graze the edge of your neck, the warmth of her breath mixing with the foul scent that’s now inescapable.

"You don’t even realize, do you?" she whispers, as if the question isn’t one of malice, but of longing, of something deeper.

The smell of her overwhelms you—stale, rotting—and it fills the space between you, thickening the air. Your heart pounds in your chest, but there’s no escape. The longer she stays, the more real it feels. The more she feels like she belongs.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Hello gatorbite, I really liked your imagines with Mark Grayson, could you do an imagine of Mark with a Male Reader who is a vampire?

Mark Grayson x vampire king male reader

Headcanons

Cooking my own headcanons for vampires, how else are they gonna go on cute dates on the beach as the sun goes down?? Ive been listening to abracadabra by Lady Gaga for days, its been keeping me sane.

Mark and the bad bitch he pulled by being a nerd. i had a lot of fun writing this, i would love to write more about these two, or more vampire reader,,,

You guys would first have met after he became a hero, sometime during season 2. Probably before he got Oliver but after his dad left the planet and Mark wanted to fix everything and started working with Cecil.

The GDA knew of your existence of course. You were the first ever vampire, created through horrible magic and rituals against your will. This meant you couldn’t die, even from the sun or a stake or silver.

Every other vampire someone would meet would come from you in some way. Or rather, they were bitten by someone who was bitten by someone, so on and so forth until it reached you, kinda like a disease. The further out you go, the wilder and more animalistic the vampires are.

The few vampires you have bitten and turned yourself are strong and can walk in sunlight, and have other otherworldly powers, but those they bite have weaker powers, etc etc. and all other vampires but you can die. As long as life and death exist, so will you.

How you guys meet can be a mixed bag, but the most plausible is that some rabid vampires have run wild somewhere, and Mark was sent to deal with them since his skin can’t be pierced by their fangs.

The vampires he encounters are naked, human-looking creatures with warped faces, a mouth full of sharp teeth, shark bat-like features and the like. The only thing human about them is their shape.

A nest of vampires has run wild, and as the so called “vampire king”, “vampire well” or even “first vampiric ancestor”, its your duty to take care of it when it gets out of hand.

At this point Mark isn’t at his strongest, so the nest of vampire spawn gain the upper hand. Even with super strength, its hard for Mark since he also doesn’t want to kill at this point, and these technically were humans once.

So, imagine Marks shock, as he’s being overpowered by hundreds of these creatures that are more instinct than sense, when these creatures are sliced in half and turn into dust.

As the vampire king you can teleport all over the planet, you could probably even warp other planets if you focused hard enough. You might have done that once or twice, leading to vampirism spreading to different parts of the universe… but nobody has to know that…

What you wear can be up for debate, do you wear something from the time you died? Something Victorian? Or modern? I can’t imagine you are too involved with the current fashion since time passes so fast for you, so maybe it’s a bit out of fashion. You still look great though.

Maybe it’s having been beaten so hard by the now dead spawn, or maybe it’s just your vampiric influence, but Mark finds himself blushing and breathing a little harder.

The first time you meet doesn’t lead to much other than you taking care of the spawn, apologizing to Mark for causing such a mess and telling him you will take more care of your offspring. Mark just kinda goes “yeah, okay, thanks man…” before passing out.

You end up teleporting mark back to the GDA, or wherever hes being brought, like to the new guardians or whatever. Because obviously none of their protection measures can keep you out. It’s only weaker vampires that need an invitation inside.

They are all pretty damn uncomfortable when you comment about how nice Marks blood smells, because being thousands of years old also means you don’t have any shame in stating the obvious.

You say hello to Immortal before leaving. Of course, you guys know each other, both being immortal and all that. You guys play cards at least once every ten years or so, sometimes more, sometimes less.

This is also why Immortal is the most chill about you showing up, coming and going as you please, and saying Mark smells delicious. You once said he smelled delicious too when you first met, the stronger the person the better their blood and all. Now you guys are friends though, in a way.

After that you guys meet every now and then, mainly because you take his interest and Immortals friendship as an invite to come and go as you please, like a big scary housecat dressed in black.

You also follow him around (stalk him pretty much), and maybe it’s just him secretly loving steamy vampire fanfiction, or some viltrumite instinct, but being hunted is exciting.

You guys finally starting to date would also happen at some random moment when you guys are alone. You would have known about Marks attraction from the very moment you met, but your cold unbeating heart had started warming up around him too.

All his rambling about heroes and fictional stories worked like a charm. The many many questions about vampires and pop culture was cute too. He couldn’t believe that the whole weak to garlic thing started as an inside joke amongst vampires and spread out, when it wasn’t even true.

Mark was positively shocked when the whole pop culture idea that being bitten felt good turned out to be true. Later you would explain it was all about intent and reception. If you wanted it to hurt and he feared you, then it would have hurt. But because he was a little freak who was really into it, then it brought pleasure.

Mark also never thought you would be able to bite through his skin, but you could. Only because of your whole, king of the vampires, first original vampire, deal. Any other vampire wouldn’t be able to bite through vultrumite skin.

Being able to rip through vultrumites will be useful later, and not needing to breathe and being able to fly as well. But that’s for later space adventures.

When the whole thing with Oliver happens, you are of course there to support Mark, but also his family. Cecil also knows not to fuck with you, because its all thanks to you that the dead don’t rise and come for him every single day.

This may mean it doesn’t end as badly as in season 3, or, Mark just has some more support, very powerful support that the GDA knows to fear. Because how is Cecil gonna manipulate the original manipulator? The one strong enough to bewitch the entire planet if he wanted to?

You also have a better time explaining morals and powers to Oliver, since you are still stronger than him at this point, so you can put him in his place when he needs it. Being nonhuman also helps a lot, since Oliver feels his power disconnects him from humanity.

This gives Mark some more room to find himself and settle, and yeah, I feel like him and his family end up moving into wherever you stay. Be it some massive gothic castle in Romania, or a Victorian mansion at the edge of a massive cliff in England, who knows.

Both because its safer, more comfortable, and they get to feel like they don’t always have to look over their shoulder.

You don’t survive the coffin allegations though, since you sleep in a grand one, and have at least 100 different coffins you switch between. Most were gifts from your spawn, or one or two from immortal as “congrats on living another hundred” gift. You gifted him weapons or houses in return.

Mark can’t sleep in the coffins with you, since he hates how claustrophobic it makes him. But he will sleep beside the coffin. You guys keep the lid pushed to the side enough for you to stick a hand out, so you guys can hold hands.

I feel like Oliver would thrive a lot under you and your spawns, since you keep your “children” in line. Being direct descendants of you means they are powerful enough to play and roughhouse with, but also help him train.

Mark trains with you instead, and it regularly ends up with him almost giggling and kicking his feet as you pin him down, barring his neck all “oh please, vampire king, please don’t bite me”.

It takes Debbie a while to settle in, but maybe she meets one of your spawn to gets on with well, or she doesn’t at all. Maybe she just takes the time to heal and find herself when she sees her sons are happy.

You end up getting the shovel talk from her though, which all your direct descendants peek around the corner of the doorway to watch. Somehow you look meek as she points a finger at you and tell you to treat her son right and with respect.

I haven’t read very far in the comics so I cant tell you what happens after this, but Mark will have you by his side when everything goes down, and that might help change it to a more positive outcome.

It might help to have a lover who isn’t held back by his humanity and morals. You are more than willing to turn entire planets into your mindless spawn if it means keeping your dear ones safe. It does lead to a horrible argument and Mark not talking to you for a while, but he forgives you at some point.

Reading his secret fanfic does help with that, even if it means you have to dress like a man from the current era, style your hair and stalk him when he sleeps (as if you don’t already do that).

Being a super ancient and rich vampire also means you can pile gifts on Mark, Oliver and Debbie. Mostly Mark, but you don’t want his kin to be left out. So, Mark gets to live out his nerdy dreams to the extreme.

You’ll remodel a whole part of your house for him if it comes down to it. Your direct spawn will coo at you becoming soft. You let them, for now, but you’ll get your revenge, especially seeing them all tied around the Grayson’s fingers too.

You are so used to dealing with the GDA that it also isn’t hard to keep them at bay, how are they gonna invade a place that’s existed longer than democracy? You will burn the whole place down if you have too. Anything for your nerdy little hero.

[banana-can-do-art]

(Spoilers for recent Nevermore update) I’m really sad that Ada died (or double died I guess, or technically it could still be fakeout and she might be good as the people in my comments have reminded me) before we got to really explore her as a foil to Will. Like I want to see her scream at him at the top of her lungs and hit him over the head with a chair for what he said in the nurse’s office scene and then I want them to become besties. Because even though they absolutely hate each other, Ada and Will have so much in common. Hence why they’re all over Monty. First off, Ada and Will are both absolute kiss ups. That’s shown pretty obviously by their behavior. However, they differ in the fact that Ada is kiss ups for her own gain. She mooches off of whoever has the most power in the room and then she ditches them when they’ve served their use to her. However, the whole ordeal also requires her to sacrifice her dignity. This is why she is able to dump Monty. However, Will on the other hand is not a kiss ups for manipulative purposes, he doesn’t kiss up to multiple people either, he has one specific person that he obsesses over and does the bidding of, that person of course being Monty. He doesn’t do it for his own gain, he does it because he forms a codependent bond with someone who has power over him. However, both Ada and Will do this for similar reasons, that most likely being their trauma. We have a lot more to go off of as far as Ada’s backstory. Ada was a maid and she was taken advantage of by the people she served. Being needed made her feel special even though at the end of the day she was disposable. It is implied that his death was via some kind of betrayal. This is why she is a mooch and constantly trying to make her self useful to whoever the current object of her affection is. Will’s traumatic backstory is a bit more tricky because as of right now we pretty much know nothing. However, it is a clear theme within the story that even if the characters can’t remember what happened to them in life, they still carry the emotional weight of their trauma and it effects how they interact with others in death. There is no way that when we find out whatever Will’s backstory is that it won’t have anything to do with him being codependent with someone and being taken advantage of just like Ada. The way that Will behaves in the story absolutely implies this with his nervousness and undying loyalty to Monty who is a person who does nothing but hurt him. Also I wouldn’t be surprised if his queer identity comes into play here as well. Homophobia is a theme explored with the main girlies, Annabelle and Lenore, so I wouldn’t be surprised if they use Will’s backstory to parallel their’s as well. Especially since we know that Will hates women because he as a man is expected to like them and he doesn’t understand why he doesn’t. Which is played as a joke but it is clear that he has crafted some elaborate narrative in his head about why women are evil rather than just except the fact that he isn’t attracted to them because he doesn’t want to come to terms with the fact that he’s gay. (Self hating gay misogynist man, so Ada will never put him in his place :(). Actually though, this does make me wonder if he had some sort of unresolved jealousy about a girl that took whoever he was having a codependent gay pining friendship with from him and he’s projecting his feeling about that girl onto Ada without even realizing it. Either way, these two are both extremely codependent due to trauma and have been taken advantage of and used by Monty and they totally could have learned to bond over it and now they never will and I’m mad about it!

[greensaplinggrace]

does anybody else think about how all of the darkling’s survival techniques were taught to him by a woman experienced at surviving in a man’s world?

[timetravelstudies]

This got long and annoying so its under a cut now

The way in the fight w the museum director insul gets the same big injuries he has given trianon (so far), aand particularly the ones that T thinks back on often as specific sources of fear/humiliation/control (pepper sprayed in the eyes; kicked in the balls; choked with smth small and thin ((wire / car window)))….. im too tired to formulate a proper Thought abt this but the fact this all happens right in front of tjat one painting of dante & virgil in hell + insul and the director are in the exact same pose right as insul is about to die* is obviously so meant to evoke the idea of contrappasso….. at this stage trianon isnt “””strong””” enough (doesnt understand Insul enough and most importantly doesnt fully inhabit himself and his own strengths) to be able to pay back Insul’s violence (as he does later, though not in such a literal way anymore) so tje director will do for now🥰 bc they both need to descend into hell they both need to be subject to physical and psychological violence in order to strip down layers……. so its cool how the director serves that purpose for this phase 1 both in story for insul himself (who eats shit in this fight) and also as a sort of alert for the reader like make no mistake they are BOTH gonna get put thru the ringer. even the top has to wade through cocytus! or smth

[slymanner]

Look all I'm saying is if that a shadow game can work THAT well and be so well designed story wise and gameplay wise

HE can work

[silentsockfeet]

with the obvious addendum that act 3 isn’t out yet and we can’t form true opinions until the show’s officially done, i’m still really feeling like it could have maybe benefited from a third season. they’re hitting all the right plot points and those moments are full of really intense emotion, but everything in the middle feels so underwhelming in comparison and so much of it still feels rushed to me. idk

[sieglinde-freud]

fav niche little headcanon is that basilio becomes the self proclaimed grandparent to any kid olivia or lonqu has. like he RAISED those two (he didnt but he’ll take credit for it) hes GONNA get grandkids one way or another. fav thing ever is olivia!lucina recontexualizing the scene where lucina begs basilio not to go fight walhart because he literally helped raised her he was the best patty cake player on the entire continent… that is HER GRANDFATHER and he is GOING TO DIE like omfg. i know im pretty deep into the tharjabelle train on this blog but there was a time where i was super into lonqu/tharja (i still REALLY like them i just ended up liking tharja yuri better sue me) and basilio and noire was like. the cutest combo ever. yes this IS my coward little granddaughter but make her mad and she could rival all of ferox’s greatest warriors. he loves her so much

[cosmic-walkers]

okay im gonna get off of steve and tom wolf hall parallels but i can't get over the whole father parallel things.

the more i think about it, the more at least in the show the whole wolsey bastard situation probably pissed stephen off because he saw how dorthea was essentially treated the same way he was treated by his own father. wolsey probably reminded stephen of his own father, in a negative way. because he had to have known about it. he probably had such a high opinion of wolsey at first, and then saw how dorthea was hushed away like a nuisance, and again, that is what happened to stephen. it's like they were both punished for being born out of wedlock.

which is so funny because the contrast to thomas is that thomas also saw wolsey as his father, a father figure who saved him and whom he loved. one who would never hurt him, and actually gave him the chance to be well, him. they were both essentially 'sons' of wolsey, sons that he had brought up, both lowborn just like wolsey but they also had such different views. and stephen started to resent him, even if in secret. at least in the show - because historically wolsey and stephen were besties.

i know we don't really develop into stephen's mind, but we know his parental situation in the book is a sore spot for him and i *think* that context is left out of the show. but that would've been another awesome parallel between them.

now tho, if stephen and thomas were friends, and stephen saw how thomas treated his own bastard now that probably would've given thomas some points in his book--

[itsalwaysforyou]

jay not asking coach about letting lonnie onto the team bc he doesn’t want to do anything coach might disagree with…….

[sarnai4]

The Lightning/Thunder Beast

Son Hak is amazing. I'm not even fully sure I can detail all the ways that he is, but it leads me to wonder a question. Where does he really come from? Hak is an orphan from the Wind Tribe, but we know nothing of his biological family. He might not have even been from that tribe originally. I just want to know what type of DNA leads to the sheer awesomeness that is him. When I first started the show, I had Avatar the Last Airbender on the brain and just assumed that the Wind Tribe = airbenders. It was how I had to rationalize him being this skilled because mere mortals can't compare. As I read more of the manga, I continue to be impressed. Comparing him to the dragons, the actual mythical beings, Hak doesn't need to get saved half as often. Not even one-quarter as often if we're being honest. So, how do dragons with magical powers need to be rescued, but not a "normal" 18/19-year old? Is he actually the Darkness Dragon?? I would 100% believe that. He's just on a different level from other people. I wish. WISH we knew more of his backstory. I want to know who his parents were, if he has any siblings (because those could be very interesting to see. Imagine the help or the horror if they're evil), and how he came to be in general. For now, I suppose I'll just have to speculate. I do want to do a fanfic of that some day. I'd love it if the manga beat me to it and gave me a canon answer though...just throwing that out there.

[vaguely-concerned]

hm. teia convincing viago to wear nothing but his gloves during sex at some point. is this anything.

(in addition to all the metaphorical/symbolic weight attached to the gloves and the powerplay involved I think we might also be operating on some 'naked but wearing socks is more naked than naked' shit with this one lol)

[pa-pa-plasma]

i don't think i'll ever get over how people treat kids that aren't good in school as worthless no matter what. "oh it can't be that bad" my guy idk how to tell you this but the last time i went to a normal high school the principal called me into his office to brag about how he failed me in all of my classes before the semester was even finished & i should quit while i'm ahead cuz i'm too stupid ("officially" diagnosed as such by a school counselor & a psychiatrist!!) to succeed. & this is considered normal

[imunbreakabledude]

i miss writing donald shaw so much. it's wild that i forget sometimes that in canon he really is just an asshole who works at taco bell. like when i see a gif/clip of that bit i just can't help but smile and almost tear up a bit because i'm like HE GAVE UP EVERYTHING FOR HER... AND SHE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW!!! writing my most recent fic i honestly had to stop myself from somehow making it about him, a little bit, because I'm like: the saddest part isn't even that maeve died and both elena and annie lost her... the saddest part is maeve died thinking her dad didn't love her!!!! donald shaw you are my most unexpected favorite character i can't believe the only canonical facts about you are that you are a gambling addict who owns a taco bell franchise location

[chocokeyboard]

My ass just read kirby ligth novel where meta figths galacta and i have two moods

1. THAT SOO FUN AND GREAT!!!!

2. meta knight......meta knight my sweet child...

[cursed-spirit-manipulation]

Officially chosing my hill to die on: Kenjaku should've been the main villain