#the disrespect is through the roof sometimes

[alongtidesoflight]

see, bigger picture is i'm not uncomfortable with people sexualising my ocs, you do you i guess, if a painting is particularly raunchy you're invited to even.

but there's this weird trend i've noticed, especially with female characters, where the picture can be honest to god as innocent as can be and it doesn't matter. once it's breached containment there's some unhinged fucking comments on them and i will never appreciate it unless you're a regular around here.

and on the opposite end of that i can upload a painting of two guys just about going at it here and there's guaranteed to be some infantilising bullshit comment on it. especially when there's trans men involved.

tl;dr the ability to read the room is something that's lacking on this webbed site, there's a time and place for CRUSH ME SLUTTY GOTH MOMMY and it's not this one. there's nsfw and/or racy paintings of characters out there and you're invited to go all off on them if you happen to know where to find them as long as you're not being weird about characters being gay or trans.

[creepy-friday]

YOOOO THAT WAS SO GOOD 😫

Although I couldn't help but think about the deer in forest watching them do this 💀

But ok, I actually have an idea:

Do you think you can make headcannons (they can have NSFW if you want) about what would happen if the three Proxies actually fell for/grew attracted to Y/N? 👀

Like I think that would be such an interesting concept, the rivalry would go through the roof 😰

But again! Only if you want to!!! 💖

I love this! 👀 inspiration kicked in!

What if the three Proxies would fall for you?

AFAB READER

Warnings:suggestive themes,misogyny,

abuse,mental illness and violence mentions

if you are unfortunate enough to be the object of affection to these 3 gremlins then all I can wish you is good luck!

since you're a proxy you would be mostly  assigned missions with the other minions of Slenderman,on very rare occasions you would work with the other creeps (I will get into that later)

you're also the only feminine presence they come in contact with,I'm also gonna press the fact that they are touch starved men in a manor filled with rapists,mentally ill and paranoic people.Things aren't pretty so I'm not gonna sugarcoat it

altough you're powerful given your rank and all,they are fully grown men.It's NEVER safe to be unarmed when spending time with any of them,including Toby who sometimes gives off the impression of being this sweet lost unfortunate boy

He's also the first one to be delusional enough to think you can be into him given your role to mediate others and to keep things under control.

he doesn't know shit about women,sure he can remember fragments of how his sister used to be,but he can't compare you to her.Given his experience with Clockwork+the constant bullying from Masky, he's insanely insecure

he has a mommy kink

he fell for the way you take care of him,even if it's just your job.If you do nice things like checking up on him even when you two aren't working it results into fuelling his delusions

because of his feelings he's a literal ticking bomb,wanting to spend as much time with you as he can but in the same time to stay as far away to not make a fool of himself

you cannot please him.He will literally want to crawl into your skin and head to know exactly what you're thinking 100% of the time.

at times,he knows he's wrong.He knows he's unhealthy,but he cannot give up on you now that you're stuck with him.His fights with Masky will get even more violent,resulting in him being patched up by either EJ or you

he will also fake bad moods,anxiety attacks and will even cut himself so that you pay attention to him.He can be a very good actor and knows how to manipulate his way into your arms

he takes out his sexual frustrations on his right hand tbh,thinking of like 100 scenarios under 5 minutes then repeating for half a night.Don't ask about his dark circles the next day,he will feel even more disgust towards himself than he feels already

whenever he's alone he acts like a horny teenager and whenever he's alone WITH YOU the scenario would go two ways: it's either complete silence with him acting all creepy and stealing glances in your direction or him acting even more creepier and being all over you.This results in two tic attacks,one worse than the other

I feel like Brian would be his biggest problem in order to get to you.He gets very clingy whenever the hooded man is around,and gives off the impression of being in control even tough he's in a constant state of anxiety

Masky is one son of a bitch.He will get all violent with you over every inconvenience and argument.

couldn't sleep last night?It's because of you.(I mean,it kinda is but still)

he has no power over you but desperately wants to.

makes nasty comments about your body whenever you're in a state of undress or if you wear clothes that accentuate your body shape.The comments might vary from slut shaming to cat calling he insists are "compliments" (he knows they are disrespectful,he does it on purpose to piss you off)

as long as your attention is on him he can sleep well at night.

this is how he started.You never gave in the fear nor the disrespect coming from him.Sure,you had your meltdowns,but he found your strength endearing ,he wanted to break you

he's sure you'll grow up on him.He counts on Tim to woo you with his gentlemanly behaviour,but he's just as mentally fucked as his other side.

Masky wants to own you.He daydreams of doing atrocious things to you while you either cry or praise him.He's one sick man,and he knows it.

at the same time,a small part of him wants you to fuck him and that big mouth of his.The only between is Tim,who wants to be by your side and to protect you from the other animals in the mansion

his fights with Toby get intense,but also longer than usual.If he loses in front of you he would have a bad day for the rest of the week tbh

arguments with Brian might also result in fights,but his friend has a way of slipping out of them since he knows you're the reason for his sudden increase of hormones

as I previously mentioned,on the rare occasion you might work with the other creeps,Masky would start to be a little fuck and make assumptions to whoever stayed in your presence for far too long,might also result in violence if said creep happens to be male.

Brian is way more manipulative than Toby when he needs to be,he laid eyes on you the first time you arrived there.

altough he's one tall boi,he blends well into his surroundings,that gives him the advantage to watch your every single move and to analyse your behaviour

you're fascinating to him,you're fearless yet you're sickly sweet.From your rare smile to the way your hair sticks to your forehead during long training sessions,he found himself way too attracted to you

couldn't care less about that prick nor anger issues in a person,he could simply get what he wants during a matter of time

he finds Toby pathetic but takes pity on him,and finds Tim irritating from to time to time,but more in a sibling type of way,he would be up for sharing tbh

he respects his work so he respects you as well,altough he won't take your side whenever Masky starts to insult you,no,he wants to see your reaction,the way you carry yourself

he sees you as his equal in the line of work,but has moments when he looks down on you,sometimes he's sure you won't last long in such a cruel world

Hoodie is the rival of no one,in terms of looks and strength he's intimidating,he could beat his teammates if they would ask for a fight,but he thrives off of mind games

Masky pissed you off?you can trash talk him to Brian.Toby made you uncomfortable?That's okay,he's here to listen!

he will be your shoulder to cry on,and he really listens to you without the need to mansplain or to invalidate your feelings.He has a way with women

he's unapologetic for the times he closed his eyes and pretended you're whimpering on his lap

Hoodie can act cold towards you whenever he wants your attention,he can be all touchy fuzzy for a day then the next day to treat you like you're no longer friends.Keeps you in hot-cold games to test your limits and to keep you interested in him

he can also be a little shit and to give others a side smirk whenever you choose him to partner up someplace

you got yourself in quite the situation. Good luck getting out! The woods are a dangerous place,so leave no marks behind as you run,some might enjoy the chase~

[sluttyten]

UNHOLY - Chapter Seventeen

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summary: when we last left off, you'd just met your father for the first time after escaping from the House of the Watchers with Mark, WinWin, and Renjun. Your father, Ira, has vowed to help you break Ten and Yuta out of Hell, but for the past month, nothing has changed. Now, the time has finally come for things to change.

length: 11,585 words

tags: smut, marking, blood play, thigh riding, multiple orgasms

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The truth is that planning a rescue mission takes a lot longer than you first thought it would. It’s been weeks, several solid weeks since Ira promised you that he would help reunite you with Ten and Yuta. Basically, it’s been an eternity of waiting, and there are many days when you find yourself wondering if Ira was telling the truth.

These days, Ira spends the majority of his time secluded in his office with whatever he’s doing muted by the strange dull buzz of magic, or he’s out on the island to gather plants for potions, or he’s conversing with the sirens. Sometimes you’re certain that he leaves the island entirely. 

For the most part, you don’t see Ira. You, Mark, WinWin, and Renjun are left to your own devices. 

That being said, on those rare days Ira does put in an appearance, he allots a certain amount of time to training you, teaching you properly your history and the magic of the Watchers. But you can’t help feeling suspicious about your father and what he’s really doing with most of his time. You feel as though no real progress is being made, and along with a sense of claustrophobia and anxiety from being cooped up on the island all the time, there’s also a growing sense of paranoia.

“Does it matter where he is?” WinWin asks one morning, his lips against the juncture of your shoulder and neck. “If he’s helping us get Yuta and Ten back, what does it matter where he’s at? Your dad is clearly a very secretive man, moving in the shadows and such, but that doesn’t mean he’s not working with all his power to get them back.”

You follow that with a sigh. You know WinWin is right. If Ira is helping you reunite with your missing boyfriends, then it shouldn’t truly matter where he disappears to. On the other hand, the fact that he always goes alone and never speaks a word of what he learns or does while he’s gone is somewhat suspicious. Right?

You’re still in bed this morning, weak sunlight shining through the curtains. 

“Where’s Mark?” You ask, thinking that if WinWin won’t dive into theorizing about Ira with you, then Mark might.

WinWin sighs. “I don’t know. He was gone when I woke up. You know how he’s been lately. He’s probably up on the roof brooding, or he’s out there exploring a cave or something.”

It’s true that lately Mark has been acting almost as strange as Ira. Sometimes you’ve realized Mark is missing just to later discover that he’s actually been shut away in Ira’s study together with your father, discussing things that you’re not privy to. When Mark’s not probably trying to win over your father’s affections, Mark has often been out of the house to explore the island while wearing sunglasses and toting around a parasol like a Victorian lady out on promenade.

“Should we go find him?” You ask WinWin, twisting around to face him.

WinWin’s arms tighten around you, drawing you in against his heat like a vice. “Or I could keep you all to myself, Princess.”

You tilt your head, meeting his gaze. “Do you think that’s smart? Now? In this house?”

That draws a groan from him.

Yes, maybe you’d still kept your sex life rather active while you’d been guests in the House of the Watchers, but that doesn’t mean you’re comfortable doing it in your father’s strange house. Too often over the last month you’ve been here, you’ve felt like the house has a certain level of sentience. Not to mention that Ira and every other inhabitant of the area is a supernatural being with probably supernatural hearing. And besides, it somehow feels disrespectful to this man whose blood you share but who you’re only just getting to know.

“Please?” WinWin begs, knotting his hands together against your tailbone to press you just that much closer to him. “I've been sitting here awake for a while. I haven’t heard anyone else move anywhere in the house.  If I had to guess, I’d say Ira’s out for the day again. Maybe Renjun’s down in the cove getting harassed by the sirens. And if Mark is around and in the mood to join us, fine, he’s welcome to come in.”

You stare at WinWin for a moment, sorting your wants and desires against a list of pros and cons. You want him as much as ever, but what if he’s wrong and someone else is in the house. But, on the other hand, his senses are strong enough that WinWin would be able to hear or smell if any of the others were around. And you really, really do want to fuck him. While you’re contemplating this, WinWin starts tracing distracting circles against the exposed skin of your lower back, dipping his fingers under the band of the shorts you’d worn to sleep in, and he’s just exuding a very strong aura of want that you’re feeling very receptive to.

He shivers against you when you lift a hand up to brush your fingers lightly along his jaw. You tilt your chin up a bit in response, and WinWin’s gaze dips down to your lips.

“Go on,” you goad him, “Take me like the dog you are.”

WinWin curls his lip. He releases a sound that blends his displeasure at your gibe with his overwhelming lust at being given permission.

You can’t help the thrill as WinWin grabs you a little roughly, as he flips you over so you’re facing away from him, your back against the solid warmth of his chest. An actual shiver breaks through you as WinWin slides his hand inside your shorts, his fingers moving right to the apex of your thighs, and he finds you already quite wet. He spreads your wetness as his fingers explore between your legs – gliding over your clit, teasingly light (almost ticklishly slow) along the sensitive skin to either side of your pussy, back to your pussy as he fills you with his touch – and he moves quickly, lowering his head back to the joint of your neck and your shoulder. 

WinWin’s lips are hot on your neck, his teeth sharp where he pinches your skin briefly. He grinds against your ass with a low growl from deep in his chest.

“Feeling possessive?” You gasp quietly as he sucks at the spot he’d pinched with his teeth. 

“Always.” He breathes in before saying, “I’ve always made it very obvious how much I want you, haven’t I? Why hide it now?”

And you know you’re going to have a big hickey on your throat before this is over, but you can’t bring yourself to really care, not when his fingers have found the spot inside you that makes your whole body tingle pleasantly. His fingers work magic, pulling silky sounds from your tongue as you dissolve into moans in his arms. WinWin’s mouth moves from your neck along your shoulder, alternately biting and kissing until there’s a visible trail of where his mouth has touched you.

You feel your flames flickering at the edges of your awareness, and it takes all of your limited control at the moment to keep your flames beneath the surface of your skin. WinWin brings you to orgasm on his fingers, and you’re still basking in the bliss of it when he withdraws his hand from your shorts. 

A small whine in protest is all that you manage before he has you turned onto your belly, as he’s shoving your shorts down to yours knees while you bury your face in your pillow, and WinWin’s hands are firm on your hips, dragging them up so when he slides up right behind you, you’re at the perfect angle for him. He takes his time pushing into you, which gets frustrating even though you know he’s doing it for your sake – it’s been weeks since you’ve actually had sex with him, and WinWin’s cock is too big to take without a bit of stretching and patience.

His hands smooth down over your shoulders, along your arms, and for a moment you believe it’s just a gentle touch meant to soothe, until you catch a hint of brimstone in the air, and you realize he’s putting out flames that have slipped past your notice.

“Relax,” WinWin says as he traces fingers along the length of your spine down to your tailbone. “You can take me.”

A long moan slips from your lips when WinWin bottoms out. You feel so full and wonderful when he starts moving, when his fingers dig against your hips and your abdomen, when WinWin lets go of his restraint and just fucks you without caring about how loud the pair of you are starting to get — the mattress squeaking, the headboard creaking, your barely muffled moans and cries of pleasure against the pillow, skin slapping together, WinWin’s moans that border on growling as he buries himself inside you time and again, growing rougher with each thrust and each time you squeeze around his cock. 

Your orgasm rushes through you, golden and flaming. You manage to contain your flames, channeling them to your hands so only the bedsheets and the edges of your pillow are damaged, singed and smoldering, giving off the scent of burnt fabric. 

WinWin puts a hand on your ass, spreading you open so he can watch as he spears into you, moving faster as your orgasm pulses through you. He pushes into you while your wetness drips down your thighs, his cock hitting repeatedly and delightfully against the same spot that has you quite sure that you’re either about to squirt or pass out or both given the stars you’re seeing. And then WinWin pushes in as deep as he can. You gasp at the sensation. Your pussy adapts to him, swallowing his cock all the way to the base, his hips dig against your ass, and he fills you with the hot rush of his climax. He makes a possessive sound like you’ve not heard since you were with him during his rut, and he thrusts into you a few more times until he’s finished. 

“Don’t fucking pull out,” you groan, pulling your mouth away from the damp pillow. You’ve soaked it with your spit and with tears you didn’t realize you were crying. “Don’t move.”

WinWin makes a low sound from deep in his chest. His hands move over your body, readjusting you beneath him so he can lower himself over you — his chest against your back, hips to your ass, cock deep inside you. His mouth finds that sensitive spot on your throat again, and he nuzzles in. 

You’re not certain how long you stay like that, dozing off and on, but eventually you awake. The sky outside is still bright with daylight, your stomach growls with hunger, and at some point WinWin has repositioned you both so now he’s reclined back against the pillows and the headboard, and you’re sitting in his lap, back to his chest, still cockwarming him. 

His head rests against the top of yours. 

You can feel the spot on your throat throbbing with a constellation of smaller yet still noticeable marks around it. You’re honestly a bit afraid to look in a mirror. 

As if WinWin can hear your thoughts, he laughs softly as he kisses the top of your head and slides his hands over the tops of your thighs. “Mark is going to be jealous he missed out.” He lifts one hand up to your neck, the other drifts between your legs to where he’s still inside you. “Although this is nothing compared to what he could do to your neck.”

You sigh, turning your head on his shoulder. “Ten would be outrageously jealous too. I love when he’s jealous. Best sex.” You smile a bit wistfully, and then admit, “I dreamt about them last night. I dreamt that you, Mark, and I were out about the island, and when we got back to the house, there they were at the kitchen table, laughing with Renjun and Ira, waiting for us.”

“Waiting for you,” WinWin corrects you. 

You shake your head sharply and sit up, turning your head to the side so you can actually see his face as you tell him, “No, I mean that they were waiting for us. The three of us. It wasn’t just me they were excited to see in the dream. Of course I’m the one that got the first and most enthusiastic greeting, but Yuta definitely grabbed Mark’s face and planted a kiss on him before he turned to you and basically caught you in a headlock so he could kiss you on the cheek.”

WinWin wrinkles his nose at that, and you laugh. That’s the same face he’d made in the dream. 

“Don’t even get me started on what Ten did to you then. He asked me to join and it was a whole thing in the dream.” You’re just teasing, and WinWin laughs along with you, even rolling his eyes. 

“Damn, I can’t wait to get them back,” he jokes, “It’ll give me and Mark a break.” Not even a breath later WinWin wraps his arms around you to draw you back against his chest, he kisses your cheek and says, “I’m only joking, of course. I would actually love having you like this all the time, and I hope you know it.” One of his hands slides down to your abdomen, warm against your belly. He tucks his chin, his mouth again on your shoulder. “I love you.”

Your heart thunders in your chest. “And I love you.” 

WinWin has said those words to you a few times over the few weeks you’ve been here. Casually and easily telling you he loves you. But never has he said it so seriously, with so much truth and emotion behind the words. And you haven’t said it back until now either. 

But you mean it. You feel those words wholeheartedly. 

“I love you,” you tell him again. 

You turn around in his lap, dragging yourself off his cock, but neither of you seems to mind that loss when you’re cupping his face in your hands, repeating, “I love you, I love you, I love you,” as you kiss him. 

WinWin tumbles you in the bed again, your bodies meeting and intertwining, and it’s at least another hour or so before either of you manages to drag yourselves out of bed for the day. The sky outside looks like it’s tipping towards evening, the blue in the sky turning a bit richer, the horizon taking on the golden color of the sinking sun. 

The house is still quiet. 

WinWin showers while you descend to Ira’s kitchen. You never question the magic of manifesting things anymore, even though maybe you should wonder how you can sit at his kitchen table on this unplottable island that no one but it’s current inhabitants knows that it exists and you can wish for a McDonalds burger and it will appear on the plate before you. Did it go missing from a McDonalds somewhere in the mortal world? Or does the universe have the capability to actually just pull matter together into exactly what you want?

By the time WinWin joins you in the kitchen, the sky is in full-blown sunset mode. You have a selection of manifested foods on the table — a McDonald's quarter-pounder among them — and you both decide to fill your plates and take your dinner outside on the wrap-around porch, enjoying the breeze and the sunset and the sweet air of Ira’s island. 

You’ve been sitting on the porch steps for maybe five minutes when you hear footsteps rounding the corner of the house. 

Renjun approaches, with tousled hair and an easy grin. “Hey,” he greets amiably, “The sirens almost wouldn’t let me leave. Minnie kept offering to catch fish for my dinner and de-bone it for me too. Do you have any food left inside?” Renjun glances down at your plate. 

“It’s all still in there. You can grab a plate and come join us.” The sky darkens by degrees with every passing moment, and you watch as fireflies appear out of the grass, blinking all across the island like tiny stars. Renjun sits down beside WinWin a few moments later with his filled plate, and together the three of you eat and watch the sun dip beneath the horizon. 

“Are Ira and Mark not back yet?” Renjun eventually asks. “They were heading out when I went down to the cove this morning.”

“Did they tell you where?” You ask. 

A sharp shake of his head. “I figure it’s not my business. Ira’s always had his secrets.”

But Mark tells you everything. Why hadn’t he told you or WinWin where he was going or even that he was going somewhere? You’d never known Ira to take any of you with him, and even though he and Mark were clearly plotting some secretive thing together in the lighthouse’s study, Mark hadn’t mentioned that this could even have been a plan.

“Should we be worried?” WinWin asks aloud the question that has been creeping in the back of your mind. “I mean, isn’t Ira usually back from his disappearances by now?” 

Renjun shrugs. “Last week there was one night I couldn’t sleep so I got up to get a dose of moonlight, and I saw Ira from my window. He was out in the yard, walking towards the house all tired-like, as if he’d been somewhere. Who knows where he goes or what he’s doing. Maybe he’s found someone to negotiate with about your other boyfriends.”

Your heart squeezes in your chest. “But if that’s the case, then why wouldn’t he say something. And if that is what he and Mark are doing, why would he take Mark? And why wouldn’t Mark say anything to me?”

“To not get your hopes up.” Renjun shrugs. “But I really don’t think this is anything to worry about. Give them another hour or two, and maybe then if they’re not back we can question it a bit more.” 

That’s not the answer you were hoping for, but WinWin agrees with Renjun, and they both change the subject to talk about moon phases and their effects on elves and werewolves. 

It seems like much longer than two hours later, still sitting there on the porch, that you think you see something in the distance, a disruption in the darkness out beyond the house’s fence. WinWin and Renjun are still chatting, but you’re sitting with your arms wrapped around yourself, eyes tracking the darkness for whatever you think you just saw. 

And there it is again. 

A flicker of something. 

You grab WinWin’s arm, squeezing it, never pulling your gaze away from that little flicker you just saw. 

“What?” He asks, turning to look out into the darkness with you. 

“Is there something moving out there?” You ask, keeping your voice at a whisper. “I thought I saw something.”

Now the werewolf and the elf beside you both fall silent and look out into the dark stretch of island before you. Nothing moves except the grass waving in the night wind off the sea. WinWin’s eyes are better at seeing through the dark than either you or Renjun’s probably, but he shakes his head. 

“I don’t see anything.” He lays his hand over yours. “Sorry, but I’m sure they’ll be back soon.”

“I could’ve sworn….” You trail off, not wanting to push the matter, not wanting to sound crazy. Maybe you’d just imagined it, hoping too much to see Mark and Ira reappear. 

You blink a few times, wondering if maybe your eyes are just growing tired. 

But no. 

There was definitely something. 

A flicker, like before. Like a flash of a reflection, a blip of a reflected light in the dark. Out of place. 

You strain your eyes to see through the night, to make out anything there. But all you can see is the grass, the distant fence, and the yet more distant edge of the island with the sea and the stars beyond. 

“There!” WinWin exclaims suddenly, flinging his arm in front of you, pointing. 

But he hasn’t seen the blip that you’d seen, he’s pointing in the opposite direction, towards the stairs carved in the cliff’s face. A ball of light is bobbing over the grass towards the house, and in the shadows cast by the ball’s light, you make out a pair of figures. 

“Is there something wrong with my table?” Ira calls, “Why are you three dining outside?”

As they approach the fence, the shadows cast by the light separate into a handful of figures, more than just Mark and Ira. Ira opens the gate, Mark steps through, making a beeline for you with a happy expression. Behind him, the other shadowy figures step inside, welcomed in by Ira. 

You recognize the first one through after Mark. You met Haechan a few times during your excursions into the underground of Hell City’s night scene. Haechan trails right behind Mark, looking up at Ira’s lighthouse in awe.

The four others that file in afterwards are entirely unfamiliar, though to be fair you don’t spend too much time looking at them because Mark is coming towards you.

Mark smiles as he comes closer, but the moment that he collapses onto the porch step with you, he puts a hand on your jaw so he can tilt your chin and better see the large hickey WinWin marked you with earlier. “I see what you two got up to today,” he says with a smile, brushing his thumb over the sensitive spot on your skin. “Did you have time to miss me at all?”

“Dude, you sound desperate,” Haechan teases, climbing the steps as well, looking around at the porch. “Isn’t she with those two demons? Why are you flirting with her?”

The words are like a small punch to your belly. 

“Shut up, man.” Mark drops his hand from your chin, reaching for your hand instead. “Don’t worry about what you can’t understand. She has enough love to give to me, the demons, and WinWin.”

Haechan’s eyes sparkle as he looks back and forth between you and Mark. “What about for me?”

Renjun responds before anyone else gets the chance. “What makes you think you’ve even got a chance with her, vampire?”

For the first time, Haechan looks at the elf, a frown creasing his brow. “And who or what the hell are you?”

Renjun bristles at that, his voice filling with attitude when he replies, “I’m Renjun. I’m an elf. What and who the hell are you?”

Haechan smirks. “I like you.”

“I can’t say the same,” comes Renjun’s sharp reply. “You haven’t made a very good first impression. And you haven’t answered my question.”

“I’m a vampire, part of Mark’s coven.” Haechan gestures at Mark. “And I thought all you elves were supposed to be all happy and ethereal and kumbaya.”

Now, Renjun’s eyes flash silver, and you know him well enough to be able to read just how pissed off he is at that comment. Something magical sizzles in the air, and maybe you should be worried for Haechan, but you’re also pretty sure that he can hold his own. 

Though Haechan doesn’t seem put off by Renjun’s irritation, if anything he seems encouraged. “You’re kinda cute when your eyes do that, elf boy.”

Mark rolls his eyes. “Renjun’s already been claimed by a siren, Haechan. Find someone else to flirt with. Plus, he’s too good and pure for you.”

Haechan takes that as a challenge. “Like you just said, Mark, when has something like that ever stopped me?” 

Renjun gets up from the steps and disappears inside the house, Haechan looks after him like he wants to follow and keep pestering the elf, but that’s when Ira calls his name. Haechan’s head snaps around to your father, attentive. 

You look again at the strangers gathered behind your father. The four newcomers look between you and Ira, between Mark and WinWin, staring in awe at the house rising behind you. You don’t know any of them, but judging by the way that one of the taller guys keeps glancing at WinWin, you think he might know him. And the stiff way that WinWin is sitting beside you supports your theory. 

On your other side, Mark clears his throat. “I’m sorry we were gone all day, baby,” he apologizes, “Ira came to me with this idea last night, and I didn’t want to wake you this morning to talk about it. But we had to leave early if we wanted to get everything done today.”

“What did you do?” You ask, sliding your hand around Mark’s wrist, bringing his hand away from where he’s stroking his thumb over the hickey on your throat. “Where did you go?”

“Ira and I went to Hell City. He said we needed to recruit a team for his plan.” Mark’s eyes shine with excitement, the words spilling out quickly as he says, “Ira has a plan for us to get Yuta and Ten back.”

Now, finally, you look to your father and his pack of strangers that still stand in his shadow. He meets your gaze with an affirming nod. “I promised you, daughter, that I would reunite you with your demons. I want you to be happy.” He steps towards you, and then, looking almost nervous, he says, “These past few weeks I’ve been studying ancient texts and maps and accounts of visits to Hell Proper. I’ve left the island to talk to those I thought may provide some insight. There’s a demon that I’m still familiar with who I met with to ask about your demons; what level of guard are they under — are they imprisoned or just kept under close watch or what is their status? I’ve been given all the answers that I have gone seeking, and now I’m implementing a plan. I want to see you happy, even if that means going through Hell and back.”

You fight the urge to hug this man, your father. It’s still strange to think of him that way. He’s still hardly more than a stranger, even after these few weeks spent living in his home. But it’s undeniable that there is some familial bond there, that he’s trying to close that distance that your mother and all the fighting between the demons and Watchers had created. 

He looks at you now with emotion in his eyes, a look that reminds you so much of the way that your mother and your human father had once looked at you. Full of love, full of hope. 

Ira makes a sound of surprise when you collide with him. You wrap your arms around him, your chin on his shoulder. “Thank you… Dad.”

Ira’s arms tighten around you, his head resting against the side of yours. “I’m sorry for all of these years that I wasn’t able to be in your life. I know this isn’t going to make up for all of that,” he apologizes, “But do you think this counts as a start?”

You nod. “Of course.”

You regret now the way you’d spoken to WinWin about Ira this morning. As if he was suspicious, as if you couldn’t trust his actions or the promises he’d made. But now look at what he’s done for you. 

After another moment, you detach from the hug, returning to the porch step between Mark and WinWin. Immediately, they both reach for you. WinWin’s arm slides over your shoulders, and Mark’s hand curves over your thigh. All three of you look up at Ira and his band of strangers. 

“Mark has already met them, but I’d like you to meet our new friends,” Ira says, gesturing back at his companions. 

The tallest of the shadowy figures steps forward into a pool of light, but you notice the way that the shadows continue to cling to his edges, draping in tentacular tendrils over his shoulders. His eyes are captivating, a warm smile just as welcoming, and you find yourself returning his smile. He introduces himself, “I’m Johnny.”

WinWin holds out his hand to shake, and one of Johnny’s shadow tendrils reaches out, grasping WinWin’s hand. The idea of touching the shadow scares you a bit, so you settle on just nodding your head in greeting. 

Next is Jaemin, a man with another warm smile, though his eyes hold the dark terrible truth. He sighs and looks away when he realizes you’ve noticed his eyes. “I am a demon,” he confesses, stepping back beside one of the other men. “But only half. The other half of me is human, and I promise that my mortal parents raised me to be decent. I attended boarding school in Hell, but I haven’t been back there since. But I do still remember my way around.”

The guy beside him laughs and throws his arm over Jaemin’s shoulders. “I also attended school there which is why I’m here. I’m Jeno.” He grins quickly at Mark, “I’m also a vampire, though not part of Mark’s coven.”

Beside you Mark snorts. “Not for lack of trying. He won’t join me, seems to want to be my rival. He owns The Ruin, that bar in the city that’s known for brawling.” 

Jeno grins proudly. “More of a gambling den, but I can’t help it if so many fights break out when people lose.”

Lastly, the tall man who kept looking at WinWin introduces himself, cutting off Jeno’s boasting about The Ruin. “I’m Jaehyun. Shape-shifter.” He glances away from WinWin to look at you and then at Mark before his gaze returns once more to WinWin. “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you.”

WinWin, still sitting stiffly beside you, lets out a growl that rumbles low in his chest. “Can you not think of why that might be?”

Jaehyun’s chin juts out. “I never got the chance to explain myself. You never let me.”

WinWin just shakes his head, announcing to the rest of you, “There was once a time when Jaehyun and I were seeking initiation to the same pack at the same time, but when they chose to keep Jaehyun and abandon me, he didn’t argue against their decision. I’d believed we were friends, brothers even, but the next thing I knew I was alone in the city. No one in the pack would even acknowledge me. I was shunned, and my closest friend also pretended I didn’t exist.”

The other werewolf’s eyes flash. “Why do you think I didn’t argue? You were my closest friend, too. Do you think I’ve ever been as happy in the pack as I was when we were together, Win?” Jaehyun steps closer. “I bitched about it for weeks after you left until Alpha eventually commanded me to stop talking about you. I wanted you around, and their flimsy-ass excuses for why they didn’t choose to let you become an initiate never seemed good enough to me, but you know you can’t disobey an Alpha’s command, so I had no choice but to shut up about you and accept that you were gone. I couldn’t talk about you or even talk to you, not in any way.”

“And now?” You find your voice, longing to stand up for your boyfriend. “You’re talking to him and about him now.”

Jaehyun shifts his attention to you, watching the comfortable way that WinWin and Mark both gravitate to you. His gaze slides along the arm WinWin has over your shoulders. He explains, “Now I’m free. I left the pack and I’ve been alone for months; I’ve broken the hold of the Alpha’s commands. I fell in with these guys, so when Jaemin heard that Ira was looking for help, and especially when he mentioned Ira’s daughter’s werewolf boyfriend named WinWin, I knew I would come help my old friend. And this all sounds complicated and fun. I’m up for a challenge.”

WinWin growls quietly. “The rest of us aren’t in this for fun, y’know?”

Jaehyun nods. “Of course. You’re in this to rescue your friends. But you have to admit that the idea of breaking into Hell, fighting some demon ass, and living to see the hazy sunlight of Hell City again does sound like fun, right?”

Jeno the vampire chuckles. “This is going to be fun. You’re all too serious about it, but we’re going to kick ass and bring your demons back. What more could we ask for?”

Haechan scoffs behind you where he’s still standing on the porch. His arms are crossed in front of his chest. “It’s going to be dangerous. You guys are treating it so lightly, but I know what I’m signing on for. I’m loyal to Mark, but that doesn’t mean that I’m walking into this mission blindly or without considering the risks.”

You notice Mark turning to look at his friend, a soft look in his eyes. “I think that we’re all here now, and we’re all in agreement on the goal of what we’re doing. You’ve all done a lot of travel and experienced a lot more magic today than I’m sure you were expecting. Let’s all just relax tonight, and tomorrow we’ll discuss everything in the light of day with well-rested and clear minds.”

Everyone agrees to that.

Ira leads the way inside the house. Renjun looks up from his seat in the sitting room to the left. He takes one look at the cluster of newcomers and quickly ducks his head back towards the book in his lap. Ira gives the cursory tour, gesturing to the occupied sitting room, the kitchen, the bedrooms upstairs, his study in the left wing of the next floor. “You’re welcome to choose your own rooms, as the others have done. You can manifest whatever you need, including meals at the table. You’re guests in my home, so feel free to use it as such. I’m heading back out,” he says this with a look towards you. “I have some other plans I need to touch on before we discuss all this in the morning.”

He’s gone back out the door before you get the chance to question him.

No sooner has the door shut behind him than Jaehyun turns to WinWin. “Can I please talk with you?”

WinWin starts to snarl, but the pleading look on the other werewolf’s face seems to do just the trick. WinWin relents, but his expression still looks stony as he agrees. 

They head into the sitting room, which causes Renjun to depart the room, hurrying up the stairs to his bedroom. The new guys slowly follow him upstairs, their footsteps creaking along the hallway up there as they choose bedrooms. You drift to the kitchen, needing a snack although you quickly find yourself distracted by the way that Mark follows so closely behind you that he may as well be your shadow. The entire time you stand there snacking in the doorway of Ira’s pantry, Mark is right at your side, touching you — brushing his fingers at your wrist, his foot nudging against yours, resting his head on your shoulder as if he’s impossibly tired — and he’s always looking right at you while he keeps quiet conversation, babbling to you about his and Ira’s adventures today. 

You’re not exactly tired since you hardly left the bed today, but after you eat, all you feel like doing is finally showering and curling up in your bed upstairs. 

“Can I come?” Mark asks gently when you voice your plans. “I’ll be quiet.”

You lift a hand, tracing your fingers along his jaw. “I’m not really planning to sleep just yet. I was thinking of reading or something, so if you want to come cuddle with me, I’d be happy with that.”

Mark immediately slides his arms around your waist, drawing you in against him. You shiver as his bare skin meets a spot on your hip where your shirt has ridden up a little. “I’m sorry,” Mark apologizes. “I know I’m cold.”

“I don’t mind,” you reassure him, but Mark gives you a sharp look as if he doesn’t believe you. You push playfully at his chest. “Really, Mark. I don’t mind the cold. Especially when I have you and WinWin with me. He’s too warm. But you’re not too cold. You’re just cool.”

A small smile flickers at the corners of his lips. “I am cool, aren’t I? The coolest.”

You roll your eyes, and step away from him, starting to walk away. “Come on. I want to shower first. I feel like I just smell like WinWin right now.”

Mark catches your waist before you can make it a few steps. He fits himself along your back, and his nose touches your shoulder. “You do smell like sex, baby. Sex and a little like wet dog.”

You push him back. “Shut up. I do not.”

Mark laughs behind you. “You’re the one that said it first, you know. I’m just confirming it.” He catches up with you in the entryway, pausing momentarily at the sound of the low voices emanating from the sitting room. “What do you think of that guy?” Mark asks, nodding his head towards the doorway of the other room. 

“Jaehyun?” You ask, and Mark nods. You shrug. “I don’t know. He’s handsome, tall, and seems sorry for his bad past with WinWin. Why?”

Mark shrugs too. “It was just weird when he joined Ira and I earlier. Like he just seemed out of place, y’know?”

“Maybe it’s because he knew that WinWin wasn’t going to be welcoming him with open arms,” you suggest. “But they’re talking, so I’m sure WinWin will fill us in later. As for us….” You turn around as you climb the stairs, and you reach a hand down towards Mark. “Like I said, I want to shower and climb into bed, and I don’t want to get out until tomorrow.”

Mark slides his hand into yours, and he nearly drags you the rest of the way up the stairs and into the bathroom. You don’t say a word, just following where he leads, feet barely touching the ground again until the moment Mark spins you around, pinning you back against the closed door. 

You suck in a breath. “What are you doing?”

Mark brushes your hair aside to expose your neck and shoulders, the hickeys left behind by WinWin. He traces the bruises and bites with his fingertips. 

“You feel so warm,” Mark whispers, dipping his head forward, his lips brushing over your shoulder. “And I was joking downstairs; you smell so good, baby. Sweet. Like sex. Are you sure I don’t feel awfully cold to you?” 

He’s asked the last question because you shiver again as Mark draws his nose up the side of your neck. Of course, there’s the chill when his skin touches yours, but you truly don’t mind it. Not really. And if Mark touches you enough, your heat seems to transfer to his skin. When he’s just drunk blood he’s warmer too. Maybe because of that thought, your head tilts to the side, exposing your throat a bit more to him. 

Mark’s lips find your pulse, his tongue flicks out between his lips.

The shuddery sigh that breaks from you is ridiculous. Mark knows it too as he kisses your throat again, his hands snake around your hips. 

“I’m sad I missed out earlier. If I’d known that you were going to be down for some fun today, maybe I’d have turned down Ira’s invitation to recruit in Hell City.” His tongue traces along your pulse, and you can feel sparks floating through your veins. “Can I make up for lost time now?”

“Right now?” Your voice comes out breathy.

Mark laughs against your skin. “I mean, we could go to bed, but I can feel your pulse racing already, and we’re already alone.” He presses his lips right over the excited beat in your throat. “We can do it here if you like, baby.”

“I want it. I want you.”

Mark’s hands on your hips move for the waistband of the pants you’re wearing. One hand slides easily inside, the other snakes higher beneath your top. His lips curl in delight when he finds that you’re wearing neither a bra beneath the shirt nor panties under your pants. His teeth drag tantalizingly over your neck once more, and you make a sound that blends a gasp and a sigh, a sound just full of want. 

Mark echoes it back to you in the instant before he finally bites. 

Your view goes fuzzy around the edges, arousal bleeds through you like your fire does. It feels like power. 

Mark licks and sucks and kisses your throat, cleaning up the spilled blood with his tongue, leaving his moans against your skin. His fingers massage your tit with one hand and your clit with the other until you’ve melted against him, his skin warming against yours due in thanks to his taste of you and his proximity with you. You shiver, and this time, it has nothing to do with how cold he normally is. 

Just outside the door, right behind your back, you hear voices and laughter as two of your father’s houseguests pass by. But you can’t bring yourself to be bothered, not when Mark’s fangs dig in again, not when he’s filling you with his fingers. 

“God,” you gasp, dropping your head back. There’s a definite thud when the back of your head meets the wooden door, and if that wasn’t enough to alert the passersby of something going on in here, then definitely they should know after hearing your moan of, “Mark, I want you.”

His moan vibrates through you, his mouth hot on the spot where your neck and shoulder join. Your belly is tying itself in knots, body flushing with heat, tingling pleasantly. You still have the memory of WinWin fresh all over you, inside and out, the slight ache between your legs that transforms more as you’re filled with need for Mark. His fingers aren’t nearly enough for you, and you both know it. 

You push away from the door, and Mark steps backwards with you without ceasing touching you. He laughs lightly against your skin when you stumble over the edge of the bathmat on the floor, landing firmly against his chest, his teeth dig into your throat. 

“Shit,” you hiss with pleasure. 

You grasp at Mark’s shoulders, clutching at the back of his neck, drawing him closer. You slide one hand from the back of his neck down the curve of his spine. Your other hand drifts from his shoulder, skimming along his chest, and you drag your palm over the front of his pants, grinding the heel of your palm over his growing erection. 

“Come on, Mark,” you encourage him, “Don’t you want to make up for missing out earlier? Don’t you want to leave a memory of you for WinWin to find and be jealous about too?”

His breath tickles your sensitive skin as he pulls his mouth away from the bite he’s left on you. “Baby, you taste too good. Did you know that? You’re so sweet.” He laps at the blood that wells out of the bitemark. “I love the way every part of you tastes.”

He undresses you fluidly, quickly. Your clothes almost just vanish from your body, Mark a blur in front of you, and then he’s solidly on his knees looking up at you, steam filling the bathroom from the shower that he must’ve turned on in all of his blurry movement. The sound of the water falling against the tiles is hopefully loud enough now to conceal your gasp of pleasure as Mark curls his hands around the backs of your thighs, as he lifts one of your thighs up to his shoulder, as he nuzzles against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, his tongue darting out to catch a taste of your wetness gathering along the slit between your legs. 

You knot your fingers through Mark’s hair, trying to find balance on one foot as you’re unmoored from the wall in the middle of the bathroom. You angle your hips, rolling forward as Mark begins really going for it. He moans softly, and his tongue dips inside you, tongue-fucking you while you drag your nails against his scalp. You’re riding it out, feeling the sweet tingle of pleasure building behind your navel as Mark’s tongue works magic, but he draws his mouth away too soon. 

“No, don’t stop!” You tug again at his hair, and Mark turns his smile against your thigh, teeth scraping lightly. 

“Who said I was stopping?” His fingers take over from his lips and tongue. “I can’t be this close to you, smelling you and tasting you all around me, and not want to taste you in a different way, to bite you and make you all mine.”

You laugh but the sound becomes a moan as Mark turns his mouth against your inner thigh and nips lightly, fangs just barely breaking skin. “You want to turn me, Mark?”

He shakes his head no, biting a little deeper, fucking you with his fingers a little faster. 

“You just want to leave your claim on me? Cover me in your bitemarks so when we storm Hell and I fall back into Yuta and Ten’s arms, they’ll see what you’ve been doing to me? See exactly where you and WinWin have been touching me?”

Mark chomps down, and this time there’s no mistaking your gasping moan of his name. His venom works its magic — the aphrodisiac power of it surges through you, and you cum almost instantly.

But he’s not yet finished. 

Another bite beside the first, deep and burning. You can feel your pulse racing, and when you look down, you can see Mark’s mouth sealed against your thigh, the blissed out glow in his eyes when they lift to meet your gaze. He’s drinking from you like he’s starved, and the fiery red glow in his eyes unfolds like an inferno in his irises. The red consumes the deep black, until the eyes you’re looking into are vivid red. 

Maybe you should be feeling the blood loss even a little bit as Mark drains you through the femoral artery, but you don’t feel it. There’s no wooziness or cold, there’s no sense of urgency to get him to stop. Instead, it’s quite the opposite. 

Waves roll through you, pleasure building atop bliss again and again until you feel positively molten in Mark’s hands. You don’t want him to stop, because although he’s the one drinking from you, you’re being given power, like your fire is gushing through your veins in liquid gold. 

Mark jerks backwards from the bite on your thigh, moving to the other leg to scatter kisses there, trailing closer to the place where his fingers disappear still inside you. 

His tongue sweeps along your pussy, gathering your cum that spills from around his fingers. 

You twist your hand tightly in his hair, a drawn out moan of his name uncontrollably leaves you. 

When you look down at Mark’s head between your thighs, his hair fucked up by your touch, you’re hit by an urge to just kiss him. 

“Mark,” you whine, “Kiss me. That’s enough.”

He obeys immediately, although his lips don’t leave your skin. He’s no longer even slightly cold to the touch; his lips burn as his kisses travel along an upward path, leading from your pussy over your abdomen. His hands move as well — slick fingers curl against the back of your thigh, letting the one leg fall from his shoulder just so he can caress the backs of both legs, his hands fill with your ass for a brief moment before moving higher. His fingers trace the topography of your ribcage and spine while his lips map out your belly and the valley between your breasts. 

Mark rises to his feet. 

His exploratory kisses climb to the peaks of each breast, pausing to stake his claim there. You loop your arms around his shoulders, pressing your fingers now against the back of his head to feel more as he licks and sucks at one nipple, his hand gently massages the other, and his knee dips forward between your legs to give you something to rub against as Mark backs you against the wall again. 

You come close to orgasming like that, from rolling your hips, rubbing yourself on Mark’s bare thigh while he favors your tits with his attention. 

“Stop playing with me!” You moan. “Come on, Mark.”

His lips pause around your nipple, curling into a smile. He flicks his tongue once more against the hardened peak of it before he pulls back to look you in the eye. “What do you want, baby? Tell me. Go on. Use your words.”

It’s hard to find the words when he’s still got one hand teasing and tweaking your nipple, the other hand has slid back down to massage your ass, and then of course there’s the way that you’re grinding your clit against his increasingly slick thigh. All of it makes it quite difficult to focus on putting into words what you want. 

“Come on,” Mark teases, leaning in to kiss your neck. There’s a hint of his fangs again on the thin skin above your racing pulse. “Tell me precisely what you want, darling.”

You groan in frustration, a whimper as Mark’s hand on your ass moves to your hip, stilling you on his thigh. He’s silently clear: tell him in words what you want from him. 

“Mark, I want you. I need you inside me. Want to feel your cock filling me up like only you can.”  You drop your head forward against his shoulder. “Mark, I need to feel you fuck me, make love to me, take me and claim me.”

Mark’s lips touch your cheek now.

“Good. All you had to do was ask.”

In one quick move, Mark sweeps both of your legs up around his hips. He turns away from the wall, walking with you into the warmth of the shower. Again, your back meets the wall now, but as your head rests back against the tile of the shower, Mark’s lips find yours. 

His kiss is hungry and domineering. He’s kissing you, and there’s no mistaking how he wants you. You can feel his erection against you, and you swear all it’ll take is just you shifting your hips just-so to have him inside you. 

Mark smiles as if he can read your thoughts, or perhaps he can sense the way your body is moving, shifting in his arms between him and the wall, trying to get exactly what you want. 

He drops a hand down between your bodies. There’s an exhalation as he wraps a hand around himself, as he guides his cock to your pussy, and finally Mark rolls forward. 

“Oh, yes,” you sigh. Mark chuckles at your reaction, the way that you drop your head back against the shower wall and close your eyes. 

He kisses your jaw, down your throat, licks along your collarbones and across your chest. Mark moves, steadily stretching you around his cock with slow thrusts that grow steadily deeper and rougher. 

“Mark, Mark, Mark,” his name falls like a mantra from your lips. 

He moans, the sounds vibrating against your chest where he keeps his head buried as he tries to fold himself into you, to bury himself as deep as he can again and again, and you just feel as if you’re swelling with all of the emotion and the sexual gratification you’ve received. You’ve already cum a few times since you entered this bathroom with him, and you’re high on it and you just want to bring Mark up somewhere closer to the level where you are right now. 

Everything else falls away until it’s only Mark’s body against and inside yours, just the slick wall of the shower behind your back and the spray of water that touches on your awareness each time the spray of it meets your skin like scattered constellations. It’s just the beat of your heart racing beneath Mark’s lips, his thrusts, his hands on your skin, his fingers that sink to your clit while he mouths at your throat and curses in a language you don’t know. 

Mark cums like that, your walls tight around him. The feeling of him spilling inside you and his fingers still going against your clit pushes you over the edge again too. 

You clutch at Mark, reluctant to let him go even when he tries to step back. He laughs softly, lips against your ear as he moves you away from the wall and directly beneath the shower’s spray. You cling to him, legs squeezed around his hips. It takes quite a while, a bit of gentle coaxing, and half a shower later (Mark talking with you about all of his adventures earlier that day as he washes your back and your hair and everything else he can easily reach) before you drop your legs from his hips and stand on your own two feet to finish the shower. 

Mark kisses your forehead. 

WinWin finds you and Mark then. He slips in the bathroom door, strips off his clothes, and joins you in the shower without much ado. 

“How’d the talk with your friend go?” Mark asks as he washes down his chest. “Are you besties again?”

WinWin rolls his eyes. “No. But I think we understand each other a little bit more now. We can work together.” 

“That’s good,” you say, patting his chest as you lean your back against the shower wall to observe the two men with you. “Hopefully the better we all work together, the quicker we’ll get to Hell and back.”

“I don’t think anyone has ever been more excited to go to Hell,” Mark laughs. 

And it’s in that moment that you realize you are excited to go to Hell. Not just because you’ll be reunited at long last with Ten and Yuta, but because maybe while you’re down there, you’ll discover something new about your history, something new about your mother. Of course, it’s mostly for Ten and Yuta that you want to go there. 

“Just don’t forget about me once we’ve got them back.” Mark steps out of the shower without another word, leaving you and WinWin in silence. 

It breaks your heart a bit to think of that. Does Mark think that all of this with him is only because Yuta and Ten aren’t here? Because that’s not it at all. You had feelings for him before they were taken by the Watchers. You’ve wanted to be with him since before your boyfriends gave you the go-ahead. You want Mark to know that he’s not just your fourth choice, he’s not a backup that’s going to be cast aside. 

WinWin remains behind in the shower as you depart. You wrap a towel tight around yourself as you follow Mark towards your bedroom at the end of the hall. 

He laughs a little when you catch up to him, when you throw your arms around his shoulders from behind, glue yourself to his back. He keeps walking into the bedroom, over to the bed, and it’s only because you lift your legs to hook your ankles in front of him that Mark doesn’t drag you the rest of the way. But as soon as you’re in the bedroom, he turns and drops you backwards onto the bed. 

You don’t let go, even when Mark is lying on top of you and both of you are shaking with laughter. Even when WinWin walks in a moment later, clutching his towel at his waist, you don’t release Mark. 

He could break your hold if he really wanted to, but he seems content to be held in your arms. WinWin slides back into bed, and you take a moment to rearrange, to rest your head on his stomach while you hold Mark. You pet Mark’s head, combing your fingers through his hair. 

“You know nothing is going to change, right?” You can feel Mark relaxing against you. “After we’ve got them back, this will still be the same.”

“Will it?” Mark asks. “Then there will be four of us, one of you. Splitting your time between WinWin and I, that’s not difficult, but with an extra two? One of us is bound to slip through the cracks, and I can’t help feeling like it’s going to be me.”

“Don’t be stupid,” WinWin grunts. 

“He’s not being stupid. If he feels that way, that’s perfectly valid.” You slide one hand down from Mark’s head to his chest so your palm rests over his unbeating heart. “Now, what he’s just said is not going to be true, but his feelings are valid. I can balance the four of you.” Mark tips his head against you. “I can handle the four of you.”

Now WinWin laughs. “I can’t wait to see you try to handle all four of us at once, Princess.”

That at last draws Mark out of his state a little, he pulls your arms away from him so he can get up, and rearrange. The three of you pile together in the bed; you rest back against WinWin, and Mark curls in towards you, resting his head on your chest. 

It’s not like you were expecting a grand reception at the Gates of Hell. You weren’t expecting them to welcome you and your party inside, but you certainly didn’t expect them to be waiting for you, with demon guards armed to the teeth, ready to escort you and your party directly to the Queen of the Night. Yet here you stand before the massive Gates of Hell — ebony wood carved with grotesques, the flickering shadows cast by the torches mounted beside the doors make the carvings seem alive, and the red stone the doors are set in seems painted with the blood of a million humans. 

It is the stuff of your nightmares. 

The demon guards with their gleaming weapons escort you and your friends inside, encircling you so that none of you are left out, closing in tighter and tighter until it’s impossible for you to see around them and you begin to feel claustrophobic. A cool hand slips into yours. Mark squeezes your fingers, and the strength in his hand makes you feel a bit better. The solid heat of WinWin against your back as you bump back against him helps too. 

You make your way forward in the tight cluster until the guards bring you to a stop. 

Perhaps it shouldn’t surprise you when they single you out, when you’re dragged forward away from the others who seem to melt immediately into darkness and shadow behind you. In the moment, all that you can see is the glowing runes encircling the patch of floor you stand on — some of which seem semi-familiar, like ones that Ten and Yuta may have taught you once back in your apartment you shared with them — and the massive throne in front of you. 

The Queen of the Night sits veiled in shadow. 

Her throne seems unscalable, black stone that reflects torchlight from behind you. Orange and gold glimmers of light catch on the facets, and you realize the throne is weeping moisture as well, thin rivulets spilling down the stone to pool upon the floor. 

When the Queen speaks, you can’t even attempt to decipher her words because all you can see is what sits at the base of her throne. Heavy chains slither through the dark pool, each chain loops and twists around the ankles, wrists, and neck of your boyfriends. 

Yuta and Ten stand just feet in front of you. 

No one is holding you back. 

You take a step towards them. Another. 

Your toes touch the dark water of the pool, and strange ripples grow outward from that spot. Another step, and the water comes alive. The darkness crawls up your calves and thighs, and you struggle forward, reaching for Yuta and Ten as they stare blankly at you, emotionless and unfeeling as the black water pulls higher up your body, weighing you down and dragging you under. 

You’re sucked into the deep when you’re only three steps in. Black water covers your head and pushes you deeper and deeper, pouring into your nose and mouth. 

And then suddenly you’re not alone in the water. Out of the corner of your eye, things flash and shimmer dangerously, and you turn your head in every direction, trying to figure out what is around you in these moments before you drown. 

The water grows lighter by degrees and you see Seulgi and Sunmi and Minnie. The sirens. 

It is their fins that keep catching light and reflecting it as they swim in dizzying circles around you in the black-blue water. You’re in deep above your head, the blackness of the water swells beneath you, and the sirens grin with sharp smiles, singing haunting melodies without offering any help. In fact, it almost feels as if their constant circling is somehow pulling you deeper, drowning you. Their voices ring louder and louder in your ears even as the crushing pressure of the water closes around you and—

You jolt awake, gasping for breath, hands at your throat. 

Mark is out of bed, sitting with the windows open, his face tilted and eyes closed as he enjoys the light sea breeze. A distant glimmer of the sunrise teases against the horizon — peachy pink between the deep blue-gray of the clouds and the choppy steel shade of the morning sea. 

WinWin places a gentle hand against your lower back, making a sound that seems like he was trying to make words. His fingers twist against your bare skin before falling away again. 

You clutch the top sheet to yourself as you move out of bed to join Mark. A sound echoes around the cove that’s just barely out of sight, and you shiver, recognizing the sirens’ call that had slipped into your dreams. You feel sick. 

Mark turns to wrap his arms around you when you stand beside him. His cool lips touch your bare shoulder, and you squeeze your eyes shut, swallowing down the nausea, trying to breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth. Your ears still ring, and you can hear the sirens’ laughter now mixing with the singing. 

Blessedly, Mark closes the window and bundles you back towards the bed. 

“Am I awake?” You ask aloud. The question is banging against the inside of your mind, and if you hadn’t asked it aloud, it would drive you mad. Your dream had felt so real up until the moment it ended. How can you be certain that this is real?

You sit on the bed, folding your legs in front of you, and Mark sits down opposite you in a similar manner. Beside you, WinWin rolls over in the sheets, and when you look at him, he’s awake as well, watching you with his eyebrows furrowed together. Mark takes your hands, and quietly asks, “Are you okay?”

The answer is so clearly no. 

You’re still attempting to regulate your breathing. 

WinWin sits up, suddenly alert. “What’s wrong?”

“A bad dream. I’m being silly,” you say, although your heart is still racing, you still feel like throwing up, and you can’t help remembering the suffocating weight of the black water and the dizzying flashes of the siren fins around you. “It’s all just nerves.”

“Look at me,” WinWin demands, his voice dropping to a commanding rumble. His hand cups the back of your head. 

You turn your face towards him, and your eyes meet his. Bright and shiny with concern, his gaze searches yours. “Breathe with me,” he says, “Slowly, come on.”

You try to match your breathing with WinWin’s. You’d thought you were doing well, but apparently not. 

Mark still clings to both of your hands. His cool fingers stroke against the backs of your hands, and from the corner of your eye, you can see he’s concentrating on you. As happy, peaceful memories begin to infiltrate your spiraling thoughts, you realize that Mark is playing his mind games with you, which he hasn’t done for a long, long time. This time is for the better. Both he and WinWin are doing their best to bring you down from this heightened state. 

Outside the window, the sun continues to rise. While you look at WinWin and steady your breathing, while memories of happier times play out in your mind, you watch the golden light of sunrise stretching up the bedroom walls, the gentle warmth of it touches your skin. 

It works. The combined efforts calm you after several minutes, and by the time that you hear the others stirring and heading downstairs, you feel much better. The three of you descend to the kitchen for Ira’s informational discussion of the plan to finally break into Hell, to join in with the voices you can hear echoing up the stairs. 

Everyone is gathered around the long kitchen table. Ira is seated at the head of the table, his back to the fireplace. Renjun is seated directly on his right, holding a miniature court of his own with admirers. Mark’s coven-mate Haechan is seated beside Renjun, hanging on the elf’s every word, and across from Renjun is Minnie. The siren is also listening intently to Renjun, but she’s twirling her long hair around one finger and her eyes gleam with dark seduction. 

A ragged construction of seagrass and netting is all that covers the sirens to a state of semi-modesty. Minnie’s outfit seems to be some sort of a dress, her pale hair hangs free over the front of her. On her left sits Sunmi, her chest bound with fabric scraps, and you can see a hint of a grass skirt of some kind, but the magical way that her fingers move through her long red-orange hair is more mesmerizing as she wrangles it into a thick braid. 

Seulgi, the siren with navy scales and pitch black hair, sits between Sunmi and the strange shadow-man Johnny. Johnny looks different in the light of day. You can still see his shadows all huddled behind him, condensed and darker than the shadows of everyone else at the table, and if you look close enough you can see his shadows reaching out to climb up along Johnny’s back or stretching along the back of his chair towards Seulgi.

She seems oblivious to his shadows creeping towards her, but as you take a step closer to the table, aiming for the seat opposite your father at this end of the table, you watch one of Johnny’s shadow tendrils drape itself over Seulgi’s shoulder. She lifts a taloned fingernail to flick the tendril away. It vanishes, and Johnny flinches.

WinWin takes the seat on your left, Mark on your right. Jaehyun is seated beside WinWin, and between Jaehyun and Haechan sit Jaemin the half-demon and Jeno. Mark sits uncomfortably beside Johnny, glancing warily at the man’s multitudinous shadow.

“Now that we’re all here,” Ira says, his voice a commanding boom through the room, “Let us begin.”

Those that had been whispering amongst themselves fall silent. Johnny’s shadows grow still and draw in close to him. WinWin’s hand finds yours beneath the table.

“I didn’t want it to come to this,” Ira begins, “Initially, I thought that perhaps their return could be negotiated, brought about peacefully through diplomacy. All attempts at such have failed. Therefore, I’ve assembled all of you here together as a team, each of you possessing skills or knowledge that I believe will be helpful going forward. This is a meeting for us to plot to recover the two demon lovers of my daughter from Hell against the wishes of the Queen of the Night.”

Ira stands, and with a wave of his hand, the table is suddenly covered with loose papers, dense tomes, unbound scrolls, sketches and maps, even a few stone and clay tablets. “We will treat today as a brainstorming session. I have ideas, but I have spent no time in the kingdom of Hell, so I’m not certain how well my plans will truly play out. That is why I have collected these documents and you, Jaemin and Jeno, in order to better conceive a pathway to success. The pair of you have real experience in Hell, and these gathered texts are accounts of those who have been to the underworld and returned, mortals with stories – Dante, Orpheus, Phra Malai, an emperor, heroes in history, all sorts of stories. Their perceptions are ancient and probably skewed by bias, and that is where you come in, Jaemin and Jeno.”

The half demon nods, reaching for one of the sketches in front of him. “Anything you want to know, I’ll tell you.” His fingers trace the lines of ink carefully. Beside him, Jeno nods. 

“Good,” Ira says, clapping his hands together. “Then let’s begin.” 

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a/n: It's been over a year in the making, but this is the first of the final four chapters of Unholy! I'm so excited to finally share the ending of this series with you. I know it's been a very, very long wait, so to everyone that's been holding on for me thank you so much!

Chapter Eighteen will be uploaded next Sunday 07/07.

As always, comments, reblogs, messages, your thoughts in the tags, whatever you choose will always be appreciated! Thanks 💗

[yan-lorkai]

((Idk why my device wearly doesn't let me add the coma thingy)) For the Halloween event could i request yandere ghost Jade who was once a very rich....duke- yeah totally noble and didn't do illegal things 👀...reader enters this abandoned and destroyed manor with a cat in hands reassuring them due to the storm outside...reader and their cat don't have a home in fact they also como from another world like Yuu the difference is that reader didn't have the luck to end up in a school and they got there with their cat which reader calls their daughter one thing leads to another and reader decides they could stay there after all no one was there just some creaky and weird sounds sometimes but nah must be their cat oh was that a scream? nyeh it probably was the cat or some hallucination for the lack of sleep besides their cat doesn't seem too bothered neither...reader cleans the house thoroughly and creatively fixes some things with their own hands maybe temporary solutions but they will do...they find wild plants and fungi they can eat and make some fires outside to cook them for them and their cat or eat the ones that you can eat raw raw, when they find a shiny or pretty thing they bring it back to the manor and put it somewhere on the house or on the main dorm where once seemed to inhabitate a man, reader find some of his clothes and a picture of him both seemingly wore down and from centuries ago nevertheless they clean the picture and hope them a good rest on heaven and also commenting out loud that they're sorry for invading this place but that it was the only safe place for them and their cat, they later get the dust off the clothes but don't wash them in a sign of respect since idk washing them = disrespecting the memory of their owner, they only get the dust off of them and the closet and put them in the sun for a bit so they don't get worse before returning them to the closet and checking on it once in a while to the misfortune or maybe fortune...? of reader these signs of respect (and airheadness) made a certain ghost very curious and amused... Too long i'm sorry i tend to ramble

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Day twenty three: Ghost!Jade and darling living on his manor

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/n: Lowkey loved to write this ♡♡♡

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Tagging: @kiraiyugen

The manor was a shadowy silhouette against the stormy sky, its once-grand architecture crumbling under the weight of centuries. Thick vines crawled up the walls, weaving through shattered windows, and the roof had long since lost its battle with time, leaving gaping holes that allowed the rain to pour in freely. The place felt like it had been forgotten by the world, abandoned and left to rot. But tonight, the manor had a visitor.

You stepped through the creaking, heavy doors, holding your cat close to your chest. Her little head poked out from your coat, ears twitching nervously at the sound of thunder rumbling in the distance. “It’s okay, sweetie,” you murmured softly, stroking her fur to calm her. “We’ll be safe in here until the storm passes.”

Your cat, whom you affectionately called your daughter, seemed to relax a little at your touch. You glanced around the dark, eerie foyer, noting the way the dim light filtered through the broken windows, casting long, jagged shadows across the dust-covered floor. The place was eerie, sure, but there was a strange kind of peace in it, like the remnants of a life that had once been.

It seemed to be calling you. Whispering your name, convincing you to enter it.

“Well… it’s not exactly a palace, but it’ll do,” you said, mostly to yourself, though your cat meowed in agreement.

The rain was pouring outside, the wind howling as it whipped through the trees. You shivered, but not just from the cold — there was something about the manor that felt off, like it was watching you, waiting.

You pushed the thought aside. “Better than being out in that storm, huh?”

You wandered further in, your shoes leaving faint prints in the dust as you explored. The place was massive, with winding hallways that seemed to stretch on forever, and rooms filled with decaying furniture that hinted at a past life of luxury. Every so often, a strange creak or groan would echo through the halls, making you jump.

'Must be the wind,' you reassured yourself whenever that happened, though you didn’t sound all that convincing.

At one point, you thought you heard a soft, distant scream, but when your cat didn’t react, you brushed it off as your imagination. “Maybe I’m just tired,” you said with a sigh. “Or hallucinating from the lack of sleep. We've been searching for a place to rest for a long time, havent we dear?”

It didn’t take long for you to decide that you could make this place a temporary home. You had nowhere else to go, and the manor, as eerie as it was, at least offered some shelter and warmth. So, over the next few days, you set to work cleaning it up.

You swept the dust from the floors, wiped down the windows, and even managed to fix some of the broken furniture with makeshift repairs. They were temporary solutions, but they would do for now. Your cat followed you around, sometimes hopping onto counters or curling up in old armchairs, watching as you brought a bit of life back to the place.

As you explored the grounds, you found wild fruits and fungi growing nearby, enough to cook a simple meal. You made small fires outside, cooking what you could, and even tried some of the edible ones raw. It wasn’t much, but it was better than nothing, and you made sure to share everything with your cat.

“We’re like a couple of foraging nomads,” you joked, scratching her head as she ate beside you.

One day, as you were cleaning one of the rooms that seemed to have once been a study, you found a small, ornate picture frame buried under a pile of dusty books. You carefully picked it up, brushing the dirt away to reveal a faded photograph of a man. His clothes were elegant, the kind you’d imagine a duke or some other noble would wear, and there was a certain grace in his posture. But the photo was worn, almost like it was a memory trying to fade away.

You looked at it for a long moment, feeling an odd sense of connection to the man in the picture, his beautifuleyes staring right back at you, almost as if he could see you now.

“I hope you found peace wherever you are,” you said quietly, placing the frame back on the desk. “And… sorry for invading your home like this. I promise I’ll take care of it.”

After that, you couldn’t help but feel a strange obligation to maintain the place, almost as if you were caring for the memory of the man whose portrait you had found. You even discovered some old clothes in a wardrobe, finely tailored but dusty, and decided to clean them off. You didn’t wash them, though — it felt like that would be crossing a line, disrespecting the memory of their owner. It was such a silly thought, really, but whenever you thought about it, you just simply couldn't.

Instead, you brushed off the dust and laid them out in the sun for a while, hoping to preserve them as best you could. Every now and then, you’d check on the clothes, making sure they were still neatly arranged in the wardrobe, as if their owner would return to wear them again in the near future.

Unbeknownst to you, your actions hadn’t gone unnoticed. The manor had its secrets, and one of them was the spirit of the very man whose belongings you were now caring for. Jade Leech had been many things in life — a duke, a man of wealth and influence, and yes, he had dabbled in some less-than-legal affairs, not that it matters.

But now, he was simply a ghost, bound to the manor that had once been his pride. Bound by a curse or so he'd tell you if you asked him; the truth was only for him to know.

Jade had seen many people come and go over the years, but none had stayed. Most would leave after hearing a whisper in the dark or seeing a shadow move where no shadow should be. But you… you were different. You didn’t run. Instead, you cleaned, you fixed things, and you spoke to him — even if you didn’t realize it. Every time you’d make a quiet comment about the manor or talk to your cat, Jade would listen, an amused smile playing on his lips.

It was your respect for his belongings that intrigued him the most. The way you had carefully cleaned the picture frame, or the gentle way you had treated his clothes, it made him feel… noticed. Remembered. And that was a feeling he hadn’t experienced in a very, very long time.

Jade began to watch you more closely, following you as you explored the manor, listening as you talked to your cat. He found your presence soothing, your airhead nature endearing. It was as if, after so many years of silence and solitude, life had returned to the manor — and he wasn’t sure he wanted it to leave.

His mother, his father, his brother... they all have left him.

And misses them.

He didn't want to get attached to someone, and then have you left him too.

One evening, after you had spent the day fixing a broken chair leg and foraging for more food, you were in the main hall, admiring how much you had managed to clean up. The fire in the hearth crackled softly, casting a warm light across the room, and your cat was curled up on your lap, purring contentedly.

“I think we’ve done a good job, don’t you?” you said, scratching behind your daughter's furry ears. “It almost feels… cozy.”

You didn’t notice the figure standing just a few feet away, a ghostly smile on his face. “Yes,” Jade said, his voice barely more than a whisper, yet clear enough to send a chill down your spine. “It does.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you looked up, your eyes widening as you saw him. There, standing by the fireplace, was the man from the photograph, dressed in the same elegant clothes you had so carefully dusted off.

His pale face was framed by dark, wavy hair, and his eyes — sharp, intelligent, and heterochromatic — were fixed on you, shining with an otherworldly light. He didn't looked dead at all.

He looked very much alive.

For a moment, you thought you were dreaming; the absence of having another person to talk to catching up to you. But the smile on his lips was so real, so warm, it was hard to believe he was just a figment of your imagination.

“You… you’re…” you stammered, not sure how to finish the sentence.

Jade tilted his head slightly, his smile widening. “I am Jade Leech, the owner of this mansion. But you know that.” he said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “And I must say, I’ve been quite charmed by your company.”

You blinked, struggling to find your voice. “Y-you’ve been watching me?”

“For a while now, yes,” he admitted, taking a step closer. “You’ve done such a lovely job caring for my manor, and for that, I am grateful. It’s been… entertaining, to say the least. And you're quite skilled singing.”

You swallowed, your mind racing. You should have felt afraid, but there was something about the way he spoke, the way he looked at you, that made it hard to think straight. “I-I’m sorry if I disturbed you,” you said quickly. “I didn’t mean to—”

“Nonsense,” Jade interrupted, his tone smooth and reassuring. “If anything, I should be thanking you. You’ve brought life back to this place, and for that, I am in your debt.” He paused, his gaze softening. “But more than that… I find myself rather fond of you.”

Your breath hitched as his words sank in, and you felt a shiver run down your spine. “Fond…?”

“Yes,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper as he leaned closer, his eyes locking onto yours. “And I think it’s only fair that I repay your kindness… by making sure you never have to leave this manor again.”

The realization hit you like a wave, and you felt your heart begin to race. “W-what do you mean?”

Jade’s smile widened, and there was a glint of something possessive in his eyes. “You will stay here, with me,” he said softly, his tone as gentle as it was final. “As my guest… and perhaps, something more. After all, you're mine now."

[imagineanime2022]

League Of Villains With An S/O Like Marceline The Vampire Queen

Tomura Shigaraki X Reader, Dabi X Reader, Spinner X Reader

Requested: @supernatural-hunter1

Request: I’m thinking the LOV (Dabi, Spinner and Shigaraki) with a girlfriend, who has a vampire quirk like Marceline, the vampire queen (from Adventure Time) she has a bass guitar in a shape of an axe, she’s a great singer, she can fly, and she only drinks the color red (or eat the color)

Tomura Shigaraki

🤚 You were introduced to Shigaraki when you were young and as you started to develop your quirk became his protector. 🤚 He’d often find that his hand rested on your neck, two fingers over the bite marks in your neck. He matched skin tones with someone… Even if they were a vampire. 🤚 Indifferent to the guitar really, he often thinks that it gets in the way on more stealthy missions but he liked that you were able to fight without it, and found more joy in watching you punch someone across the room. 🤚 Sometimes people didn’t see you until it was too late, you might be the last thing they see after disrespecting Shigaraki or injuring him in some way.

No one could see you, you had been sitting on the bar behind Shigaraki, your legs dangling down behind him as he leant against your shins looking at the new recruits, Dabi and Toga. You were watching them carefully, your guitar rested behind the bar close enough to grab if you needed it, they talked but you noticed the movement of Dabi before Shigaraki did, you grabbed the guitar from behind the bar swinging it around stopping just short of Dabi’s neck “be careful now.” You warned, you held the forearm of your free arm resting on top of Shigaraki’s head and you rested your chin on your own arm. “Are you sure that you need him?” “We need them all unfortunately.” Shigaraki answered “Plus as annoying as he is, I believe he’s going to be useful.” “He does seem like the most capable of a lot.” You shrugged. “Mmm.” He hummed “you can drop the axe.” You sat up as you pulled back the axe, it rested on your shoulder as you slumped forward. “What?” Shigaraki mumbled as he looked at you posture. “I don’t trust him.” You answered as Dabi smirked at you, eyes easily moving over you seemingly assessing you. “So who’s the bodyguard?” Dabi asked. “None of your business.” Shigaraki answered as he turned his back to them, the conversation over as he rested the handheld console that he was playing on your thighs, as you played with his hair and Kurogiri showed the new arrivals to the rooms they could use if they wanted.

Dabi

🔥 Dabi met you before he ended up in the league, he actually went looking for you after hearing about you through the thugs that he was beating to a pulp. 🔥 Dabi then watched you like an absolute creeper for a couple of weeks, gathering information and trying to figure out just what your quirk was. 🔥 He definitely liked your style, the way you dressed, carried yourself and spoke to other people. 🔥 He approached you when he got all the information that he could from watching you.

You were sitting on the roof of the building watching people go by, there were a number of different objects next to you that had been drained of their colour, Dabi didn’t think that it was sunny enough to warrant the hat that you had decided to wear “thought vampires couldn’t sit in the sun.” He finally said, you glanced back at him, eyes moving over him for a second before going back to the people milling around under you. “Vampires can sit in the sun as long as we’re protected from direct sunlight.” You answered. “You’ve been watching me, what do you want?” “You knew?” He asked. “Thought you were sneaky?” You asked. “There’s a lot that you don’t know about me.” “Yeah?” He asked, he stepped forward and you leaned back resting on your hands. “I wouldn’t get too close, you know that guitar isn’t just a fashion statement.” You warned him. “I know.” He nodded “I’ve seen you use it, impressive.” He continued forward until he was sitting on the ledge next to you. “What do you want?” You asked. “You seem bored.” He mumbled. “I’m bored of you dodging the question, what do you want?” You asked. “I want to offer you a prospect.” He answered. “Uh huh.” You grunted. “I want to take down someone and you could help me.” He answered. “Who?” You asked. “What?” He asked. “Who do you want to take down?” You asked. “Endeavour.” He answered. “Now that is a challenge.” You smirked, your fangs flashing in the sun. “You’d better tell me how you plan to do this and I’ll decide whether I join you.”

Spinner

🦎 Spinner was very good at withholding judgement until he'd met someone or seen someone in action which is why he never judged you for your supposed vampire attributes. 🦎 He honestly thinks the guitar is pretty cool, an instrument that doubles as weapons, and always loves when people question whether it’s a real weapon or not. 🦎 On that note Spinner never gets tired of you singing, whether you're just singing to yourself or singing for the rest of the gang (Magni and Toga are often the ones that make requests). 🦎 Your ability to go from a warm presence to a threatening entity, was honestly amazing to him.

Spinner had lost track of you a while back, you had been split up during the ambush by Redestros men, he had seen evidence of you being around considering there were objects that were primary red that had lost their colour, if you were drinking during battle you were having you use your abilities in excessive amounts. Spinner should have been paying more attention when the hulking weight smashed into his side, he recognised the grunts, it was you in your larger bat form. “You need a hand?” He asked. “I mean if you're not too busy.” You shrugged as he looked behind you at the group that had followed the larger man, he noted that you were changing back to your humanoid form and bass guitar thrown over your shoulder. “Are you hungry, do you need anything?” He asked. “No there was enough around here to get what I needed now, I just really want these guys to go away.” You answered, swinging the axe end of the base cutting the closest man’s head clean off. “Wow.” He mumbled eyes widening and cheeks heating, if his skin wasn’t green you would have seen a blush. “You okay?” You asked a smirk taking over your face as you dodged a hit from one of others, Spinner napped out of it throwing a dagger landing it straight in his heart. “I’m fine.” He mumbled as you giggled, killing yet another one of them before moving over to him and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Come on let’s finish this, find the boss and get this over with so we can get back to doing nothing.” You ordered. “Sure thing.” He chuckled, cutting down another attacker.

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[misomiho]

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𝙍𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

☆Part 1, Part 2

Genre and TW: Sfw, Angst with comfort. Mentions of blood and body parts.

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Fem!Medic!Reader

A/N: Satoru is an asshole, please bear with him :D

✩Synopsis: After Gojo Satoru found out about your cursed technique and your connections with the higher ups, he'd sworn you were his nemesis, will reconciliation happen or will your relationship go back to square one?

Having immense capabilities and strength comes with great responsibility and discipline upon oneself, even if you were deemed strongest, those below you still deserves respect but for someone, those were rules that he thinks could potentially hinder him from his true power.

Apparently it is the inevitable that you somehow will still lack respect for others, you choose who to get along with and sneer at people you don't get along with even if their ranks were heavens above you.

A cocky grin, if Satoru Gojo were to be described as per characteristics: its cocky, if Satoru Gojo were to be a form of the lips: it's grin, if someone were to ask who Satoru Gojo is it's: an asshole with a cocky grin, even if that doesn't make any sense perhaps those who were asked that question could somehow not escape the young man's signature emotion plastered on his face all the time.

"Huh?! another reverse curse technique user?" a loud voice boomed over jujutsu high early in the morning where the cliche sing song of birds were discontinued, luckily there wasn't many students at such school because peculiar students seem to only enter it's grounds with one goal in mind: to become a respectable sorcerer.

"Calm down Satoru, it isn't the end of the world that someone else has the same ability as Shoko.." a disappointed sigh escaped Suguru knowing the fact that his prideful ego is through the roof sometimes.

"It is tho Suguru! those nasty brats stealing Shoko's techniques..I wil- ouch!" unbeknownst to him, the slap in the back of his head was from an irritated brunette watching the scene unfold infront of her.

"Why are you so childish? that first year is my assistant and what were you supposed to do..huh?!" a slap and a menacing glare was enough to silence the white haired boy, who knew the calm healer of jujutsu high was this scary.

"S-suguru..help me" Satoru pleaded, sparkling stars popped out of nowhere while glistening can be heard, much to his dismay Suguru was already backing away while forming an 'X' with his hands to simply imply he's not helping.

"Tch.. getting beat up by a healer was probably the dumbest thing a human could hear.." his blue eyes travelled upwards to look at the swelling on his head while one arm kept rubbing the stinging sensation of a slap at the back of his neck.

"I already knew it was bad to tell you about that information, I'm probably gonna see you next time scaring off the juniors in their building" Suguru shook his head, his hands busy too with weights of ice pack for his friend.

"I'd probably do something more than that"

"This is why no one takes you seriously"

Satoru groaned at the continuous scolding and reminders of his friend from the fact that he is indeed disrespectful towards anyone.

"Why are you saying that as if you don't do the same?"

"You're literally much worse..!"

"Yet you're still doing the same..?!"

Fortunately for them, this school was thrice bigger than normal schools in Japan where students counts as low as 20, no one can hear them bickering except for the gust of winds and rattling of trees.

"Excuse me..?" a voice abruptly made them stop their rambling, you were standing there dumbfounded as to why two grown men are arguing to each other, you have medical supplies heavy on your hands and you want to go pass them when they are completely blocking the way.

"Oh sorry.." both teenagers said in unison while each taking a step back to let the poor girl make her way towards her destination.

"Wait.. aren't you the first year assistant that Shoko was talking about?" you heard the 'man' called out to you while mentioning your mentor's name, you assumed that these two were the other second years that Shoko was talking about.

You smiled a bit to be more approachable since these two are practically your seniors, "Yes I am, I heard about the two of you from Ms. Ieri herself"

A snort came out of someone from behind the 'bangs' guy. What's up with you and the nicknames anyways. You began your silly little construction of names for the other guy too in which you came up with 'snort' guy. Yeah that fits.

"I can't believe Shoko is getting called 'Ms.'"

the snort guy stuttered out in which you even found more confusing because your mentor was fine with everything you call her.

Because of the unbearable weight from your items, you gently dropped them on the ground as to persist yourself to have a small chat with your new acquaintances.

"I don't see anything wrong with calling my mentor 'Ms.'"

"M-mentor..?!" the white haired guy snorted even more which is you guessed quite humourous of yourself because he was slapping his knees as if he were an npc character from a game.

"Sorry.. don't mind this guy, he's a little bit of an asshole which is why your mentor taught him a lesson" the bangs guy smiled innocently while pointing his fingers at the visible swelling on top of Satoru's head. At least this one's more sensible.

"God this girl is funny, anyways who is she again?"

"You're really not paying any attention huh? she's Shoko's assistant"

"Statement withdrawn"

You just stood there blinking your eyes rapidly as to why this guy is glaring at you with his mouth formed into a pout, should you leave? your presence might be uncomfortable for him assuming from the way he responded to the other guy.

"Sorry again, this guy is just insecure because he couldn't harness reverse cursed technique as easily as you"

"Don't speak over me Suguru..!" this snort guy crossed his arms and continued to stare daggers at you, if those were literal daggers, your body would've been mutilated.

"Oh it's okay, I couldn't handle my technique properly because it works differently from Ms. Ieri so the principal just made me her assistant temporarily" you darted your eyes down to your materials, tons of medical equipments to use.

The black haired guy understood right away and offered to shake your hand for an official introduction, "I'm Suguru, Geto Suguru and this guy.." he glanced behind him to signal that Satoru should introduce himself too.

Much to your dismay, your offered hand to him was left hanging in the air. The man just walked past you even making sure your shoulder bump which was what upset you more.

You made sure to put a mental note about asking Shoko what this lily guy's name is, even if he's angry at you especially that you did nothing wrong, you're still curious about him.

Suguru sighed and made an apologetic smile towards you, "That guy is Gojo Satoru, that's just how he is when he's meeting people, I'm sure he'll warm up to you in the next few days"

"Gojo Satoru..? I've heard that name many times and I'm sure yours too, you guys are grade 1 sorcerers whose often tasked to high ranking missions" you held up your fingers at your chin to ponder more about when you heard their names before.

"I was actually surprised you didn't recognize us" Suguru tilted his head a bit and chuckled.

"Oh sorry.. I'm always isolated at the basement for my lessons from Ms. Ieri, I don't go to missions since it's dangerous but the higher ups always shows up for evaluation"

You immediately slapped a hand to your mouth when words were spilling out like water out of you, mentally cursing yourself out for telling that much information.

Suguru glanced at you with narrowed eyes.

Isolated..? why are higher ups even involved and what evaluation?

"Don't worry, I won't tell other people even Shoko"

There were numerous questions waiting to be answered in Suguru's mind yet he forced himself shut and kept himself relax to not scare you off, what you just said is valuable information and questioning you more may stir up more problems. He doesn't want to be involved within the higher ups.

Your sigh of relief is enough to confirm Suguru's thoughts, you are someone important to the higher ups.

You extended your gratitude and hurrily grabbed your materials to continue your way towards your mentor, not forgetting to say your name before you parted ways with your new acquaintance.

Suguru just couldn't keep you off his mind, telling Satoru about that information would probably frustrate him even more.

The corridor's wooden floor creaked even more with Satoru's each step, sunlight peeked through the transparent windows while he adjusts his blue sunglasses.

Focused on the slow moving clouds with an annoyingly blue bright sky lighter than his eyes, he didn't notice you until your body made contact him, he didn't move an inch while the person infront of him stumbled a bit.

You glanced up expecting each of you to apologize in which you went ahead first but a sneer greeted you instead, you sweat dropped but you didn't mind him. Maybe he isn't a morning person despite the radiance illuminating through him.

"Oh it's you.." you mumbled as eyes shined in recognition towards the person infront of you which irked him for some reason.

Suguru probably told her about me, that guy really..

Satoru groaned while you stood there dumbfounded, "Yeah yeah, you probably heard my name from that guy"

No apologies.

This man is the worst.

Somehow universe has it's own way of bounding you to meet the person you least wanted to meet. The next few weeks were starting to get worse and worse.

Shoko somehow convinced you stay with her in their classroom for the next few weeks since first years were being sent for different missions anyways, her lazy nature doesn't want to walk over the first year buildings just to get you.

nor can she convince Satoru to warp there and get you. Obviously.

The room was rather quiet when you got there, Suguru was waving his hands happily while shoko pointed at your seat which is unfortunately next to your nemesis, Satoru. Or his nemesis.

"Why is a first year in our building"

"I'm only here temporarily, don't worry"

"Ohh didn't knew she could talk dirty"

"My words aren't laced with sarcasm, it's the truth"

"Whatever"

Your approach was calm and relaxed on the other hand, Satoru is being straight up passive aggressive infront of you face.

He's the worst.

You decided to stay behind while your other three seniors bought their own lunch, you've decided that making your own healthy bento would benefit you more in harnessing your curse technique.

Your eyes narrowed down, you're tired of sickly green leaves.

What would cheesecake taste like?

That damned curse spirit wanted a healthy body-

You clenched your fists, blood seeped out while curse energy of color purple surged through.

"Your curse energy is spilling out"

That voice snap you out of it, a familiar white locks leaned into the doorframe observing your every move, you dart your eyes around the room, to Satoru and to your hands. They're healed.

"If you can't handle things in here, just quit"

He doesn't have the right to say that.

..Truly the worst.

You hum in thought thinking about your first meeting and all the unpleasant interactions you two both had.

Months have gone by and reconciliation will never be in your vocabulary nor in Satoru's.

It's training day, Shoko ordered you to look after the two teenagers as if you were babysitting in case one of them may get injured. In reality, your mentor just wants her smoke break.

Would they even get injured? considering how strong they are..I mean.

The sunlight wasn't bad today and the soft rustle of trees provided some refreshing wind, you sat by a shed watching Satoru and Suguru train.

"I don't want her reverse cursed technique, just teach me already!"

"it's like swoosh, woosh, swoosh, I kept saying it to you guys yet you aren't listening.."

You slightly caught yourself grinning at the memory earlier when Satoru refused your help and insisted Shoko help him with her technique. It was rather funny.

Out in the middle of the field, ocean eyes watched you from his peripheral vision while you're daydreaming.

What's she laughing about?

How can she sit there and laugh-

"Satoru...you're bleeding" Suguru whispered at his friend

"You're distracted that's why, miss medic please treat Satoru's bleeding..!" Suguru shaped his hand to cup his mouth and called for you in which you responded with a nod.

Seeing that his baffled white haired friend was standing still, staring down at his bleeding hand, he took this opportunity to edge him even more about you.

"Or were you distracted because of her?" Suguru narrowed his eyes and a wicked smile was plastered on his face.

"No way!" he retorted, slowly but surely, a blush crept up upwards spreading all across his cheeks and ears.

"Yes way, medic please hurry, he might die" he fired back.

"I'll force myself to learn reverse cursed technique"

That man really...cannot let go of his prideful ego, you've tried every ways of communication yet ending up again in another heated argument Suguru will stop. Satoru started all of them. Where did all of this even started? you just wished that you weren't ordered by Shoko that day to deliver those materials. That way you would've not met him.

His blabbering was shut off when you grasped his arm gently to observe the profuse bleeding, "Let me see?" your eyes glanced up at him.

When did you even get there?

He shook off your hand like nothing, "I don't need your help"

He walked off to God knows where, you won't be surprised if that stubborn head of his will forcibly learn reverse cursed technique.

Suguru sweat dropped, slowly regretting the awkward situation he made. He tried to comfort you by placing a hand on your shoulder but before he can even place it, you followed Satoru.

"These two...why can't they just make out or something?"

"Gojo!"

You weren't a friend of his to call him by his first name nor were you even an acquaintance, you're probably a stranger in his eyes.

He looked back at you with a scowl, "What do you want?"

"Why do you even hate me so much? did I do something wrong? Is it because of my technique-

Because of the continuous bleeding, Satoru can't think straight and blurted out words that his mouth will probably regret, "I hate people who worship the higher ups like they were some kind of God especially a person like you who follows them around like a dog"

Your eyes widen, that isn't true, if anything you hated those higher ups.

So this is what he's getting worked up for? is he jealous of you? but even so, you can't blame him.

You were always nowhere to be found and you were transferred in the middle of the year, that was suspicious enough.

You were untrustworthy in his eyes.

"You don't know what you're talking about"

"I don't know that your connections got you here in this school?"

He's in the moment, saying whatever he can come up with. He wanted to stop yet he can't shut his damn mouth off.

You took a step and grabbed ahold of his collar, it wasn't aggressive but it was enough to hold Satoru's mouth shut, "You..you don't know anything about me nor my past, I didn't want to be in this stupid school in the first place, I didn't want to be a healer nor did I want to be reduced to some kind of robot others can take advantage of..!"

You looked at him, your eyes were starting to sting out of all those pent up anger you've had for years, "I was cursed by a cursed spirit, in exchange for a huge abundance of curse energy used for reverse cursed technique, that damned curse would take chunks of my body like it was nothing, flesh, skin, tooth, fingernails, blood, ears, eyes"

Everything it wanted

"Things will heal like nothing but the pain I've felt for years as if my body is missing something would always hunt me forever"

"I need to always keep myself healthy, that my vision should be clear, that there's no cavity in my mouth, that there's no disease that could potentially displease it, as if I'm being sacrificed to a cannibal"

Silence enveloped the both of you.

Satoru took ahold of your hand and intertwined them with his as if a puzzle were connecting them both.

Satoru never knew any of those, he just heard that the higher ups were protective of you like you were some kind of trophy that needs to be shined every day.

Satoru's pride was overwhelmed with guilt yet words were never spoken. Is he just gonna eat his words just like that?

No.

He took your hand and pushed you towards his embrace, you never said anything but comply.

His actions contradicted the things he has said and done but he knows repenting for it would never be enough.

Satoru just held you in his arms, asking forgiveness for 1 million ways will come later, for now let him feel the pain you've endured for years.

→ Part 2

[justasecretflower]

🌸- JJK Men! Dating Sukunas! Goddess! Daughter

Incl- Satoru Gojo, Geto Suguru, Choso, Kento Nanami, Toji Fushiguro, Shiu Kong, Megumi Fushiguro, Toge Inumaki, Panda

!! Do not reblog !!

~Fluff

- you have a human form, then you have your true form, with 4 arms, longer, flowy goddess hair, and multiple eyes. Your mother is a goddess of whatever you want her to be. Taking on some of her goddess features as well.:)

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Satoru Gojo- someone take this man’s bragging rights away rn

- his ego is through the roof.

-shows you off in front of Yuji to provoke Sukuna because he knows he’s too strong for Sukuna anyway.

- begs to see your true form all the time

- definitely mentions all the time that his girlfriend is a goddess to his students, or anyone that would listen.

-they think he’s just flattering you. Not that you’re actually a goddess.

-oh how wrong they are.

- mentions how if you two had kids they’d be the strongest to ever exist.

-questions, questions, questions galore for how much older and wiser goddess girlfriend

Geto Suguru - makes his cult worship you as well.

- tries to get you to use your immense power to wipe out all of the “monkeys”

- will not take any disrespect towards you. They’re dead immediately

-nothing but worship and praise for you, he’s decided.

- asks you what hair products you use for your flowy goddess hair when in true form.

- Nanako and Mimiko adore you in your true form, they find it so interesting.

- they braid your true form hair all the time.

Choso - poor boy genuinely does not believe that he deserves you. Please give him some reassurance

- he finds your true form the most enchanting thing he’s ever saw

- can’t keep his hands off your silky goddess hair.

- constantly thinking about you outliving him.

- he has your wedding already planned out. He doesn’t care if you’ve only been dating for like 4 months or so

- “my goddess” “my pretty”

- thanks you for blessing his life.

- 10/10 boyfriend.

Kento Nanami- he doesn’t believe you at first. Until you showed him your true form.

- he likes your true form more than your human form…he likes to see you completely natural.

- sometimes he’ll just..fall onto his knees in front of you and bury his face into your stomach, singing praises to you.

-worried about your father targeting him (rightfully so💀)..

- gives you those really extra baths. The ones with oats, flower petals, salts, candles.

- he’s curious about your mother (who was a goddess)

- but he doesn’t ask until long into the relationship because he thought it’d be nosy.

-but he does ask about what different time periods were like

Toji Fushiguro (I do not like this guy right here..) - he also doesn’t believe you. Until you show him your true form

-asks for money ALL. THE. TIME.

- asks for extra “luck”

- I dislike toji more than words can even express.

- hides the fact he’s dating you just in case he gets sukuna hot on his trail abt dating u

-also brags about bagging you.

Shiu Kong- he doesn’t smoke around you. Thinks you’re too precious to harm with such toxic chemicals.

- he alr has a ring.

- he’s so blinded by love he doesn’t even think about sukuna.

-when he does, he doesn’t care.

- brags, brags, brags, to toji 24/7 365.

- will get on his knees and kiss ur feet. No joke.

- when he looks at you his eyes sparkle and soften.

-he wants you to be his wife so bad.

-finds your strength attractive.

Megumi Fushiguro - he absolutely adores you.

- Hides you from yuji just in case sukuna comes out in anger.

- one time yuji went up to you and Megumi while you two were hanging out.

-sukunas mouth randomly popped up on yujis cheek and started absolutely tearing into Megumi.

- yuji fought sukuna off. Sukuna was going absolutely berserk in there.

- he traces your marks in your true form and looks into all of your eyes with love and softness.

- asks about different time periods and what they were like/ some interesting stories

Toge Inumaki- he actually said “wow” when he first saw your true form.

-sorry he couldn’t restrain himself..

- you’re always on his arm, he’s always bragging in rice ball ingredients

- “Inumaki your girlfriend is beautiful!” “Salmon salmon😎”

- always tries to impress you it’s so cute.

- whenever sukuna talks through a body part of yujis he visibly shrinks down in fear😭…

- you’re his good luck charm. He wrote that down in a note once :)

Panda- HE’S SO GRATEFUL FOR YOU!!!

- bear hugs you every time he sees you (haha)

- “my pretty, beautiful, graceful goddess girlfriend y/n is here everyone!!” He screams.

- idk why but I feel like he can do origami and he makes you two holding hands all the time idc

- if you did something impressive he’ll randomly take flower petals out of nowhere and throw them all over you while he sings praises.

Hope you liked it! If you have a request use the “🌸” emoji with it and ask away!

I started writing for Ino but idk he was too hard to write for..💀

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[stormblessed95]

Jikook's Rainy Day Fight

So FINALLY getting around to making this post. Lol so honestly go read this one first. It's a HUGE post I made where I really broke down my thoughts about the rainy day fight before they told us more about it. I still stand by alot of these thoughts for the most part now that we know more. The only thing I might switch up a bit is the very last paragraph where I said something like "this clearly has nothing to do with BTS as a whole and seems like a couple-esque fight more than anything else." Imma walk that one back with the new info given lol

Regardless, read this post first before proceeding. Thanks!

Okay, all done with that post? Great! So here is what JK said about the rainy day fight:

And here is what Jimin said:

Overall, the dramatics were ridiculous (i say lovingly) for what this fight was about and somehow it still gives off couple vibes simply because of the way they escalated this "speak more politely to your hyungs" conversation into a "I'm cutting you off" and a slam dunk hug in the rain reunion. Lol

(The way they both think back the most fond over that reunion hug is so freaking cute)

Things I want to additionally point out.

- Hobi hyung getting angry was the barometer of "wow. I super fucked up this time" which makes me cackle 🤣 the man is an angel lol

- after brushing aside his other members remarks and everyone else huffing but leaving, Jimin was the one to make the effort to pull him aside to have a more serious conversation about it. Trying to take it seriously with him, give him respect in return and not make it seem like he was being ganged up on. It speaks once again to how they have always been so incredibly close to each other. This was back in 2015 ish and they made these allowances for each other and gave each other their trust.

- Both Jimin and Jungkook told the same story, but took the blame for the fight upon themselves. They recongized what happened but when sharing the story with a third party, made it seem totally like their own fault (when clearly they both had some anger issues and bad judgements during that fight). It seemed like they were lowkey trying to protect the other and mostly just felt bad about their own contributions to the fight rather than the other person's. Clearly the forgiveness was absolute.

- Jungkooks snarkiness clearly got Jimin feed up to the point where he snapped and said something he clearly didn't mean, but also clearly felt. He probably felt disrespected and felt like that wasn't the type of bond they had cultivated together. And JK clearly felt bad and was upset himself and even after they separated, when he found himself upset and lost, his first instinct was to reach out to Jimin. And even pissed off and mad, Jimins first instinct was to answer JKs phone call and make sure he was okay and safe. Just for them to reunite not too long after, both feel shitty for their behavior and find a secluded spot for them to actually talk it through before they went home and to bed. Regardless of their full day of schedules right after that too. It's incredibly sweet of them.

- its still lowkey giving off couple fight/break up and reunion vibes. Lmfao but only in how they handled their dramatics, not in the actual fight. Nor do I think they were a couple during this time frame. I do think they were harboring crushes on each other, but that's a seperate conversation. And the fact that JK held onto feeling guilty over his bratty attitude and causing this fight so many years later??? Clearly, it had a lasting impact, even though he still acts like a brat to Jimin sometimes lol its done in a teasing manner rather than a disrespectful one. And it's something that the two of them clearly encourage in their bond together.

- the acknowledgement of that through this fight (and the subsequent conversation on the roof and make up afterwards) they got closer is worth highlighting and mentioning too. When a fight/disagreement is done in a healthy way (and while it didnt start that way. They clearly got there), the communication and the way you can get to know someone better can be so helpful for having an even better relationship. Platonic, romantic or any other kind. I'm glad they spent that time together on the roof. It was probably something they both really needed that night and lead to even more emotional vulnerability and comfort between the two of them going forward I'm sure.

Thanks to everyone for waiting so long for me to write this up and for anyone who read this far too. 💜 I know I ramble a lot! I think this was everything I had to say about the rainy day fight though! 💜 Hope you all have a good rest of your day/night!

[nerosdayinanime]

drawing my au sabitos- this ones swap au :)

I only really have 1 full scene for this au- and it started from me thinking him & Shinjuro both being depressed drinking buddies, lamenting about their deceased dark-haired beauties

When Sabito became a pillar he turned the water estate into a sort of training hub for all breath of water users, to try and help more people to mastery. He pretty regularly spars with people in his downtime, makes comments and tries coaching people from the sidelines very often

Most people are kinda weirded out by him- hes aggressive and stern, very snarky, but he never takes off the mask and it makes him look perpetually sad- sometimes he has this air of melancholy around him, listless, the mask fits in better when hes in those moods. But aside that hes usually very kind and genuinely tries to look out for the skayers under his roof, very hospitable as long as they stay out his shit.

So hes very well received, but no one has seen his face- ever. They have all kinds of rumors and theories about why he wears it, what his face looks like, what the mask is even supposed to mean. Some of the more daring(/disrespectful/immature) inahbitants try to sneak a look in the mornings before he puts it on- but he's always wide awake, sightless blue eyes of the mask staring them down from an inch away the moment they open it

Anyways, one day he's out in the yard sparring with a higher ranked slayer in front of a group doing their own training and whatnot too- theyre both intensely into it, movements hard to keep track of and training swords clashing so loud it echos in the area. The slayer accidentally aims at his mask, the mood changes with a sudden pressure in the air when Sabito deflects the swing and reaches towards them in a flash- a harsh grip in their hair and yanking them so theyre centimeters from his face

"Don't touch the fucking mask."

Everyone drops dead silent at the utter malice dripping through his tone, a moment passes as Sabito realizes what he did and lets go of their hair. He gently ruffles it and straightens his back instead of posturing over them

"I deeply apologize. ...I think i should call it a day." he says in an uncharictaristically quiet voice before putting his training sword up and going to his room

NO ONE bothers him for the rest of the day, or the day after, they give him plenty of space and try their best not to prod at him or tick him off like they usually do- the slayer who was sparring w him was scared shitless and tries their damndest to stay out of his way and not piss him off again. They've never seen him genuinely angry like that- he gets pissed off and annoyed plenty, daily even, but that sudden cold fury over the near hit of his mask was terrifying to witness.

[limeleviathan]

new intro post because i feel like it and dont want to have to go digging around for my old one

hey idiots (affectionate) my name is lime and this is my hole in the roof in this hellsite. no i am not paying rent :)

i go by she/her, and i am a transfem ace lesbian

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i am not in many fandoms, so dont expect to see too many fandom posts here (except maybe AvA/AvM). instead, expect to see shitposts, memes, and chaos with my moots :)

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[lemontongues]

yknow ive been thinking again lately about how i would like to see more realism in batman content, both canon and fandom, but not the Dark And Gritty kind. the kind thats like.

yes actually he is highly emotionally intelligent and does understand himself quite well and has just accepted that he is A Freak and decided to roll with it rather than being so horrifically emotionally repressed that he can barely even acknowledge that what hes doing is based in trauma. hes been in therapy since he was like 9 years old. he studies human psychology extensively both for himself and so he has better odds of predicting whats gonna go wrong and how when hes up against a rogue or negotiating a hostage situation or whatever. he meditates for two hours a day and is fully capable of keeping a healthy handle on his anger 98% of the time. he's nice to people and fun to be around and sincerely caring. if he were just Always Right but super isolated and reactive and cruel and controlling everyone would fucking hate him and no it wouldnt be enough to sustain his crimefighting activities, thats a stupid lone wolf fuckboy fantasy

he has a strict 9pm bedtime that he only breaks for mandatory WE/brucie activities or emergencies. if theres a gala where he needs to rub shoulders with ppl to gather intel or keep his company running he'll do it but hes Not Happy about being out until midnight and cuts out early as often as possible, and when hes chasing the joker around until 3am hes lamenting his poor sweet circadian rhythm that did nothing wrong ever in its life the whole time. when hes batmanning hes expending a fuckton of energy and he needs to make it up and have a well-established routine to counteract the punishment hes putting his body through. on a similar note, this man is building braces and compression into his suit and doing extensive physical therapy exercises every day of his life bc he wants to have helpful little things like "knees" and "shoulders" by the time hes 40, and hes probably eating a small farms worth of assorted leafy greens and several chickens per day

he is simply Never drunk and he doesnt actually have that much sex. hes really really good at faking a) being drunk and b) getting a high priority phone call from lucius the minute someone hes making out with starts trying to get his shirt off. he also does a lot of "hey look i gotta get out of here with my reputation intact, can we help each other out and pretend we're gonna go fuck?" kind of negotiating with ppl (see: his 9pm bedtime, plus sometimes hes gotta slip away from an event to be sneaky), which is how a lot of the more wild stories about him start circulating lol. this is a man who's regularly getting gassed/injected/etc with highly experimental substances created by maniacs trying to torment or kill him, he does NOT want substances like drugs or alcohol in his body that could potentially interact with them, and the last thing he needs is to be dealing with a pregnancy or sti scare. plus if he can play it safe with someone and have them think of him as a nice and trustworthy dude who just has a bonkers reputation, all the better for his batman activities!

idk i just feel like theres unexplored potential in a lot of that stuff bc so much of recent batman mythos is like HES SO HARDCORE AND CAN DO ANYTHING AND HES ALWAYS RIGHT CAUSE HES SO PARANOID AND DISRESPECTFUL OF PPL AND THEIR BOUNDARIES BUT ITS OKAY BC ITS IN THE NAME OF BEING RIGHT and im like. okay. gotta admit that i dont rly find that believable or in line with my values. can we talk about WE's sweet sweet employee benefits package and bruce designing his suit to take most of the impact off his knees when he jumps off a roof. members of the jl discovering that he gives shockingly balanced and insightful advice about their mundane personal problems. bruce printing his own batsymbol envelopes to leave people cash after he misaims his grappling hook and breaks their window. things of that nature.

[nicky35]

My thing is that girl already said she don't wanna play and the world don't revolve around her so I think it's very disrespectful to all the players who have already signed for people to be jumping through hoops and tryna offer her all this special shit no one else is getting for the same thing and I get that's how it goes sometimes but I'd be writing my exit notice swiftly for playing in my face like that. It makes sense investors would want her for the money she brings but that wasn't a stipulation for the investment so who gives af what they want and they already got a media deal so its not like they have to hold her up like shiny trophy saying "look what we have" and begging for money it's giving unprofessional its giving desperate and it's giving annoying to the fanbase they've already accumulated. I would've been upset but fine if she joined earlier or if she was part of the expansion if they weren't publicly gobbling her dick because I don't think she needs to be ostracized from the inner wbb community or anything even though I don't like her but her inclusion doesn't need to happen at the expense of everyone else all the time maybe she need to include herself at an after party off the court to connect with people because it's been ridiculous and it's getting more ridiculous.

yeah they're already saying "how are you gonna put her under a roof with people who hate her?" is it their fault she makes no effort to reach out and socialize in w spaces.

[earmo-imni]

Just read your fic!!! ❤️💛❤️ here’s a meme ficlet. As a treat.

Meliodas technically earning his title of traitor the same way he technically earned his title of commandment of love is so funny to me

The Demon King: *cursing Meliodas and Elizabeth* this should teach you to defy ME your MAKER your KING and then double down on it when I show you the pointlessness and utter foolishness of your rebellion like some sort of slobbering lap dog

Meliodas, wandering the human kingdoms: *commits treason with an Elizabeth*

DK: wh. What.

Meliodas: *commits treason with an Elizabeth*

DK: no.

Meliodas: *commits an even more elaborate and audacious treason with an Elizabeth*

DK: you cannot keep this up. This coping mechanism of yours is not only straight bonkers but as hopeless as you standing against me

Meliodas: *commits treason by himself* *commits treason* *commits-*

The Demon King: I fucking. If I had made you piety instead would you have still done this. Do I even want to know what is going on in your brain

DK: at least I have one sane son. Zeldris?

Zeldris, who has been technically commiting treason by being his own person since childhood:

DK: ...Zeldris? What do you have there?

Zel: uh...

Gelda: :3

DK: that can be fixed.

DK: wait...

DK: child of mine. Faithful servant. Harbringer of death. what are THOSE

Zel: ... dreams of a peaceful demon realm..?

DK:

DK: ...

Zeldris: it's okay. Don't try to pretend you understand what autonomy and human rights are. We all know you don't. And yes I talked to my people about that.

DK: how dare you. I understand exactly. what I don't understand, is how you're so stupid you think your sleep habits have anything to do with this

Zeldris:

DK: whatever you're going through that's making you...think... I'm sure it's all in your head. Just a little juvenile sickness. A bit more weakness to stamp out. Just explain and I can clear it all up for you.

Zeldris, exasperated: I was having ideas without your explicit permission. Something that norm-

DK: UNDER MY ROOF??? Well, I suppose I should have expected that from someone like you, but why are you disobeying me right now?

Zel: vague passive aggressive guesturing

DK: come now. You won't think your little rebellion could possibly be coming from some rational place in your mind, do you?

Zeldris: no father. We all know treason grows from the ass, not from deliberate choices influenced by past experiences. where the hell did you think Meliodas got his treasonous thoughts from. You, dumbass! FROM LIVING HERE WITH YOU!

Meliodas, actively commiting more treason: sup little bro

Zeldris: traITOR

Zeldris: omg why are you... w h y...Okay it doesn't matter just stay away from me we all know you only care about peace and Elizabeth

Meliodas:

Zeldris: 👀...U...unless...?

Zeldris: hey... COME TO THE DEMON REALM SOMETIME. TO HELP REBUILD THE CASTLE AND THE CITY. Okay bye brother see you later

The DK, watching them from hell: FORGIVENESS?? forgiveness is for chumps literally what are you doing. Treason this is so much treason

Bonus!

- Zeldris and Meliodas, drinking tea in the demon realm -

Meliodas: I like the new throne chairs you picked, very nice

Zeldris: I'm surprised you didn't throw yourself onto them the first time you saw them

Meliodas: that would be disrespectful. Now as for father’s throne I vote we throw it out into the wilderness and make it a tourist trap

Zeldris: a what

Meliodas: for lovers

Zeldris: whut

Meliodas: come on. The symbolism. You know what I'm talking about

Zeldris. Of course but I'm surprised you have the... The energy to conceive of that. What with the infant and all. I figured you would be... Half dead that's why I invited you over here for so long. You look very alive though

Zeldris: also the baby is right there

Tristian, who was of course brought along for the first couple hours of this visit bc yes and also it will be easier for Ellie to pry their son out of his arms this way: :D

Zeldris: aren't you going to like. Tone it down when you're around him

Meliodas: nah

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Hope you enjoyed! Have a great day!

Lmaooooooooooo this is great, I love it. As horrifying as it is to consider the possibility that just being your own person might be considered treason under the Demon King, it does make for some very funny jokes.

Also thanks to this I am actively coming up with possible ideas for a “Five Times Meliodas Committed Treason and One Time He Didn’t,” which is probably going to turn out angstier than the title would suggest.

So far I’ve got:

A Robin Hood-esque situation where Elizabeth Number ?? is the Robin Hood figure and Meliodas is the sidekick supporting her and her band of merry men rogues in her quest to overthrow the king and save the common folk (featuring Meliodas getting captured and almost hung before Elizabeth saves him, both of them getting captured and actually hung, or both)

Literally Just Dishonored (basically: Meliodas as the bodyguard of an empress and her daughter (Elizabeth); empress gets assassinated, her daughter kidnapped, and Meliodas gets accused of treason and thrown in prison. Eventually he escapes and proceeds to rescue little Elizabeth, bring down the people responsible for everything (thus debatably committing actual treason), and restore Elizabeth to the throne. Or she dies again for some reason.

…She’s probably going to die in most of these, isn’t she.

At least there would be cute platonic Melizabeth feat: baby Elizabeth?)

The story of Diarmuid and Grainne but it’s Meliodas and Elizabeth instead (iirc: Diarmuid was one of the greatest of an ancient Irish king’s warriors, but was too beautiful for his own good, as the king’s fiancée, Grainne, fell in love with him. Diarmuid and Grainne run away for the sake of love and go into hiding, pursued by the rest of the king’s warriors. Grainne gets pregnant only for Diarmuid to die protecting her from a wild boar and also because his friend and leader of the king’s warriors refuses to betray his king by helping Diarmuid). I’m not entirely sure this counts as treason, but like. It could. Also not sure how I feel about Elizabeth getting pregnant prior to her curse getting broken. Or how to avoid this ending in a demon-goddess hybrid baby several centuries too early.

OOH WHAT ABOUT PIRATE MELIZABETH! Okay, so Meliodas is a ship captain turned privateer, tasked by the queen of such and such kingdom with fighting off pirates. Meliodas goes after the most famous one of them all, only to discover it’s Elizabeth! He then betrays the kingdom to join her. This probably also ends in both of them getting executed, just for piracy this time.

…Okay, I’ve actually checked the definition of treason now, and I don’t think the Diarmuid and Grainne idea would count as treason, but the other three probably would.

You know what would be really funny? The Sins/Zeldris/both somehow hearing all these stories about ancient traitors, figuring out that they were all Meliodas/Meliodas+Elizabeth, and just going up to him and going “What the fuck”

Anyway if you have any ideas (that you would be willing to let me use) or thoughts on my ideas, please do let me know! This is fun hehe

[frost-eyed-autumn]

wrath - 2. how does your muse handle anger? do they have anger issues? how do they manage or vent their anger?

seven deadly sins headcanons

On average, Chuuya isn't actually all that angry of a person. Most of his "anger issues" can be summed up into one word: Dazai.

If it has anything to do with Dazai specifically, you can bet his temper is going to fly through the roof. This is, after all, a man who manipulated and ruined his standing with his former family The Sheep, who dedicated most of his days in the mafia to constantly trying to disrupt Chuuya's peace and sanity, who was complicit in helping Verlaine kill his friends in the Flags, who complained about not getting to see Chuuya tortured, among a long list of other things.

Despite how hot-headed Chuuya can seem, he's actually not someone who holds on to anger or grudges often (he somewhat forgave Verlaine after all, despite that the man literally went out of his way to deliberately destroy everything and everyone of value to Chuuya). Its a simple matter that as someone who spent his childhood growing up in the slums, Chuuya has never made a habit of holding on to anything that doesn't serve to help him survive and prosper, and holding onto anger has never served much of a purpose in making life easier. A lot of surviving in the slums meant letting things go after an event was done and over with and moving on.

Dazai, however, is an exception to Chuuya's forgiveness, in large part because his harassment was constant, senseless, underhanded, and unnecessary. Dazai often worked to humiliate Chuuya simply for the sake of humiliating him so he could laugh at whatever misfortune happened to Chuuya as a result.

That said, while most of Chuuya's anger is reserved for Dazai alone, its not impossible for others to piss him off.

Anyone who heavily reminds Chuuya of Dazai and his antics is likely to raise his ire (see: Ranpo).

In a similar vein, anyone of particularly high immaturity and unwarranted disrespect is likely to set him off. Chuuya doesn't demand special treatment or to be hailed as superior to others, but he doesn't tolerate being poked, prodded, and insulted either, especially if its a repeat thing. He expects to be treated with the same courtesy he treats others with, and will generally give quite a few chances and warnings to someone to back off or change their behavior, but if they don't, then he's likely to either find some way to retaliate or stop dealing with that person altogether.

The other obvious type of person who is bound to set off Chuuya's anger is anyone who threatens the important people in Chuuya's life, which is basically the majority of people within the Port Mafia's ranks, though some certainly hold more importance to him than others (none being more important than the boss himself).

As for how he deals with his anger, it really depends.

Sometimes its as simple as just removing himself from a situation.

Sometimes he'll go and get drunk, and likely vent his frustration to whoever happens to be there to listen. Mori, Hirotsu, and Kajii are all frequent listeners when he gets drunk and bitchy.

Other times, he'll take a drive (usually on his motorcycle) and go somewhere he can be a little bit reckless without endangering anyone (like a racetrack or somewhere in the countryside), trying to dissipate his anger by giving himself a nice adrenaline rush.

If he's feeling particularly pissed to the point of feeling violent, he'll go out to one of the large trash yards outside the city limits and just start crushing or destroying things that are going to get shoved into a trash compactor anyway to blow off steam.

[futurewife]

Yo, that reverse au thing, cable fighting and the keychain of you gets bloodied and he gets all huffy over it because his little wife ain't supposed to be like that

Also, Cable while not totally good with the internet would absolutely find art of you to look at when he's alone. Man doesn't need help but sometimes his mind wanders... you'd be so good to him if you weren't just a pretty lady in that show he loves

me reading "2021" knowing I had this sitting in my askbox for THREE fucking yearssss 😭😭💀💀💀 I'm so sorry anon if this gave you the impression that I didn't care or didn't enjoy your input. This is actually one of my fave creative inputs of all time. I thought somewhere along the line I was going to draw artwork related to this ask but never got around to it, and kept it in the askbox. Maybe one day still. Hahaha.

Okay saying that, I love this idea so much. Yes yes yes he is EXACTLY like that in a world where I'm the f/o. Anytime someone sends me a message that's like Cable is sooo obsessed with you you're such a pretty little thing to him my ego shoots through the roof and I feel so giddy and validated HAHAHAA!! My selfship confirming buzzwords!!

He would splash out on keychains/stickers and other small kinds of merch he could tote around easily, or attach to weapons and stuff. He would be so honest and proud about it and no-one could make him feel ashamed or embarrassed about it >:| he takes his fave girl, best girl very seriously. I can hear him huff and grumble in annoyance cause YEAH!!! You got my wife dirty! And after exacting vengeance (lol) he goes home and carefully handwashes me in keychain form. Big hands in a tiny sink. 🥺

lewd below cut

Cable stumbling across lewd fanarts of me and part of him arcing up a little bit at someone else thinking about and drawing me like that (disrespecting his wife. how dare they lol) but at the same time finding it incredibly arousing hahaha. He feels a little guilty about it after he finishes, really he wishes I was real so not only could he love on me physically but also do all the gentle taking care of me stuff too like snuggling.

[chershare]

People really don't give a shit anymore, huh

This new app thing that takes Ao3 works without consent? It's basically another AI scraping BS thing and that is so disheartening.

Why should I have to opt out of this? Why should I have to take extra steps to stop someone from potentially stealing my shit, when it's not even an app that we - the writers - asked for? Why do I have to give you access to my personal email to make sure you don't use my things, sans consent, in your app I'm never going to use? That people who respect the efforts of fic writers won't use?

Why must I tell you no, explicitly, or you think that means yes? Rather than it be automatically opted out and you have to opt in?

Consent is sexy, guys. What are we doing here? Why have we forgotten that?

Why is this something you - the general you - think is okay?

If it were like, a text to speech add-on thing for Ao3 that I could opt into that would be different. Another box to click because it was added to the website. Why not make something that can be integrated into the site itself that does tts?

I'm not trying to pile on work to the Ao3 team, they are amazing and I salute them, but if there was something as a part of the site that you could use as a registered user to have tts involved I'd totally partake. Why make it something entirely outside of our scope that we only learn about via word of mouth like this?

If I wanted my shit used by a third party that doesn't care about me and my efforts, I'd put them on a third party site.

Just as I was considering unlocking my fics, too. Nope, locked Forever. Goodbye Guest Comments and Kudos.

If shit like this keeps popping up with such frequency... the esama purge of the old days is starting to look mighty enticing. The lack of appreciation for the writing and art that has been shared, without profit to the creators, is really coming to a head. Like, you know we don't have to do this right? We don't have to share the things we make with you?

It's not a right, it's a privilege.

That's not even bringing into light the disrespect it shows for podficcers, which I am not, of course. But the effort and time these people put into recording fic so that people can listen to it? That's hard shit guys. People have podded my own works sometimes - I have a blanket permission for podfic/translations in my profile as long as it's through Ao3 and appropriately linked - and it always feels so awe inspiring that someone liked my fic enough to decide to put in the effort to pod it.

Podficcers are a different breed, and they are so cool you guys. Also terrifying, but like. Super cool.

I don't want to disappear my works. I like sharing my writing, I like seeing kudos in my inbox, I like discussing my stuff with people in my discord server or in the comments section when I have the spoons. I like the increasingly rare but desperately appreciated comments in my inbox that come in.

I just updated something and now I'm worried about how this will effect my future desire to do so, my anxiety hitting the roof. Should I keep posting? Should I just say "fuck it" and yank everything now so I know it might not be stolen in the future because the internet is a fucking cesspit of thievery and entitlement now?

Probably got kind of ranty, but like, come on guys. Why? Why do people think this is okay?

I'm sure more will come to light later, but for now I just wanted to get this off my chest.