#triangle rouge

[game-of-kinks]

Triangle rouge - Toutes les cartes sont dispo sur @tire-une-carte Bon jeu !

[infosisraelnews]

La montée effrayante du triangle rouge du Hamas

L’utilisation du triangle rouge inversé pour cibler la maison de Pasternak est particulièrement effrayante. Ce symbole s’adresse à toute personne considérée comme pro-israélienne ou qui ne condamne pas explicitement l’État juif. Lorsqu’il est utilisé par le Hamas, le triangle rouge indique essentiellement qu’une personne est ciblée en vue d’être exécutée. Il a commencé à utiliser ce symbole en…

[abbeevee]

Okay I've (mostly) coped with the gambit thing but now I'm stuck on scott and jean and the fucking shit bomb that is their relationship- like I'm somehow on both of their sides??? Like yeah scott, that is the mother of your child, you were married to her, but also Maybe married to regular jean? In his mind they would almost be the same person, not knowing when the switch was made, only knowing that madelyn was the one who gave birth to his kid- and hence the one who was there for those nine months at least, and the one who he was going to leave with, and start a new life with, of course he doesnt know what to do, of course part of him still wants to see her, he loves jean- presumably both of them at some point, I can't begin to imagine how confusing and mind shattering that is.

But then theres the jean side. Everything she remembers is fuzzy, and she doesnt know what memories are hers, and which are madelyns, she doesn't know if she herself was ever married to scott, if she was the Phoenix, she woke up one day, needing to escape, and despite knowing her name, really had no clue who she was, or what she had done in her life. All she remembers is loving scott- and then hes having little magic makeout sessions with her clone that replaced her for god knows how long? I mean I'd be pissed too- but she also kissed logan which is a whole other thing- scott distanced himself from jean, almost *preferred* her clone, at least from her perspective, but logan stuck around. Logan loved her, he loved jean grey, and only jean grey.

I could write a whole essay on these fuckers.

[kstarlitchaotics]

I think the problem with me with Jean Grey is that she always in some way screws so much with Scott I know it's an horrible comparison but the MCU is one of those times I cannot fully say about the comics since I'm still new but not just the movies there were times with the animation if I recall that she would even though be with Scott but her heart is conflicted by Logan and the fact that she kind of egged Logan on about it where with from with the whole Rouge Magneto & Remy even though Remy wanted Rouge he backed away and stood far for allowing Rouge for what she wanted to do in order to get what she always wanted cause no one else has Remy cared for someone so much as Rouge he WANTS her to be happy to where with Jean trying to explain she kind of purposely mess with Logan even though she is in love with Scott and majority does but she still has an opening for Logan once in a while and though I do and don't like Jean this is the thing I cannot stand seeing of her messing with other people feelings especially when she knows that Logan does care about her and yet she always goes back to Scott 🤨

[i-smoke-chapstick]

ATTENTION DON'T BLAME ME READERS !!! AND OTHER JEROME VALESKA LOVERS <3

This is just a small post if anyone is interested, to let you know I've begun to write a small ao3 collection of one shots! This is a collection of self-indulgent one-shots between Don'tBlameMe!Reader and Jerome Valeska. Even if you haven't read "Don't Blame Me", they will still make sense for the most part. Takes place AFTER the events of Don't Blame Me, so there are VERY minor spoilers to how that fic will eventually end.

tiny weenie spoiler!!! reader WILL end up in the Asylum with Jerome and Jervis during Season 4. These one shots are basically filler one-shots to help develop reader and Jerome's relationship better while they are cellmates in Arkham.

The fic is titled "Me and My Clown: One-Shots" on Ao3, under my tag @/cupid360 !

[sir-buddy]

Day 18

Rouge my beloved-

Seriously though, I'm really liking how this series is going so far and I'm having a lot of fun doing these like album covers.

My whole idea behind the character distribution was basically SA2 Hero Story v.s. SA2 Dark Story, which I thought worked out really nicely. I also like the different art style (detached shapes) that I'm using, so I'll be continuing with that for these posts.

[sonic-adventure-3]

i loooove fly in the freedom so much man. i really like trying to pick out all the different layers and instruments and imagine the characters playing them. next time you listen to fly in the freedom notice the triangle and imagine omega playing it. for me. it’s fun

[melancholypancakes]

Morpheus x Witch!Reader x Desire Fanfic Idea

https://youtu.be/Rn0xXo1gwGY

El tango de Roxanne is perfect for Morpheus x reader x Desire especially if there is a Moulin Rouge AU. 

Morpheus is Christian 

Desire is The duke 

Y/n is Satine 

Anyway, fanfic idea :) 

Y/n is a mortal woman looking for a fresh start in life from her past deeds when she is suddenly in a love triangle between two endless beings. 

She never intended this, of course, she didn’t know if she was cursed to encounter such beings and creatures for all entirety or blessed. 

There was Morpheus, the endless of the dreaming realm. He was brooding, handsome, and charming to Y/n. 

He cared a lot about her, her feelings, and her well-being and never judge her for her past as she did not judge him nor ask him to speak of it. 

Morpheus was deeply in love with the witch Y/n as she was in love with him, however, there was the other man. 

Desire, the endless of all desires, and y/n had met him first in the past for her sin of being lustful. 

No mortal, not even a witch could resist Desire and she craved him from every touch but that’s all it was just lust no love, not like Morpheus. 

Morpheus couldn’t stand knowing another man had touched her especially since it was his brother, and he knew he made his lover feel more than desire or any man could. 

Unlike how Y/n felt with Desire, what she felt for Morpheus was real, passionate, love, and yes lust but it was more than just that. 

When Morpheus held y/n soft hands gently, “You’re free to leave me...just please don’t deceive me and please...believe me when I say I love you...”  

All, the mortal witch, could do was stare at his star eyes gently as she smiles warmly. 

“Come... what may I will love you...till my dying day,” she whispered gently as she would deny Desire for Morpheus. 

In the end, Y/n had chosen love over lust which may have been hard for any mortal but as for her the love she had for Morpheus was more powerful than the lust she once had for Desire. 

Bonus between Morpheus and Desire as love rivals ;)

“What are you going to do~” Desires says mockingly, “Do you honestly think Y/n will understand?” He asks.

“What do you think?! You don’t even care about how she feels!” Dream responds angrily.

“Ha! You don’t know anything about us, I was there first way before you. came into the picture.” Desire says standing his ground.

“Fine. It’s over, I’m going to tell her everything.” Dream says as Desire smirks smugly at him.

“Go ahead then, I can’t wait to share your story too~”

“You tricked me Desire.” Dream glares at his young brother with hate, “ Ah, yes that’s what you like to believe! Have fun explaining yourself it’s a great story~” Desire laughs.

I drew Ophelia wearing Y/n dress like in the scene in Moulin rouge where Satine wearing a similar dress like this ;)

[art-vortex]

(via Coussin avec l'œuvre « "Lune Rouge: Mystère Poltergeist" » de l'artiste Art-Vortex-fr)

[milathefox1384]

Cuphead love triangle

link to original https://www.deviantart.com/17chaos/art/Love-Triangle-Meme-636711077

[qsmpcensusbureau]

here are some compiled theories on how the philza love triangle is going to go

Theory 1: Polyamory

Theory 2: Through Forever’s insistence and general charm, Philza chooses Forever.

Theory 3: Through Missa’s gentle encouragement and good parenting skills, Philza chooses Missa.

Theory 4: Through consistent begging and good pathetic man voice, Philza convinces Quackity to add his wife to the server, immediately marrying her, ending the competition.

Theory 5: In a desperate final bid to prove that he cannot love them he attempts to contact the underworld to hilarious results, but Kristen never picks up the phone in the end

Theory 5a: Forever and Missa find out canonically about Philza’s extensive lore, and are so weirded out by it they decide maybe it’s better to leave him be

Theory 6: Philza asks Wilbur for relationship advice

Theory 6a: Philza asks Foolish for relationship advice, Foolish would probably answer something otherworldly and wise, like “Well, kiss them both and whoever is the better kisser is a better husband!” Leaving Phil to become a little self-conscious about his ‘good husbandship’

Theory 7: in a surprise triple sweep FitMC enters the battlefield at the last second and sweeps Philza off his feet

Theory 8: Phil says he only needs his kids and runs away into the woods holding them like kittens in his mouth

Theory 9: In a dramatic attempt to win Philza’s affection Missa and Forever preform “El Tango De Roxxane (Moulin Rouge 2)” to see who he prefers. Phil then reveals he’s never seen the movie.

Theory 10: Cucorucho, already invested heavily in the lives of the people, arrives and Phil’s house and will not leave until he chooses.

Theory 11: it is never resolved

[ptolomia]

hatred for flowers.

- she never knew she could despise flowers, that was until the began to bloom out of her esophagus that is.

- Scott Summers (Cyclops)/Reader Referenced Scott Summers/Jean Grey

Mentions of The Jean - Logan - Scott triangle.

- TW:// Gore / Death

- Hanahaki Disease / Unrequited Love

Pain, the only turn of phrase capable of describing the situation she has been put in. Siting in complete agony as blood pooled out of her mouth. Ironically, the only flowers she ever wanted to receive from him were bouquets, not these. Not the ones traveling up her throat as they pierce her organs. Certainly not the ones exiting her mouth covered in the rouge colored liquid we know to be blood.

Twisting and turning in complete misery, sobbing relentlessly, pain without end. Yet the most agonizing part, she could not let him go. Instead of shrinking, her feelings only grew. Instead of hating him, she grew to hate the flowers blooming within her.

She had begun to hate herself too. Why? You may ask, simple. She hates herself for falling, simply because of an emotion over which she has no control. She resents herself, she goes about her day, blaming herself for ever seeing Scott, when in fact she cannot hate herself for simply being human. She does so for she knows no other way of coping but this. She will resent herself for harbouring such ill borne desire for her oldest friends lover.

Her guilt only seems to grow as she dreams of holding his hand. She pretends her hands fit perfectly within each crevice; and oh god is she grief stricken. Knowing full well that it was made for someone else. He, was made for someone else. Her best friend no less.

She knows all too well that he is not hers, but she is his. She gazes into his eyes and sees the love of her life, whilst he looks into hers and sees his wife’s oldest friend. A friend so madly in love with him, she is willing to risk her own life, unbeknownst to him.

His density is palpable, he doesn’t quite pick up on the hints of affection that you’ve woven into your daily interactions. Even if he did, he chose to remain ignorant. He knows to himself that he is not, and will never be capable of loving anyone as immensely, truly, vastly, soul sickeningly, as he does Jean.

He does this for he is hers, so enamoured to that, he tolerates her blatant lust for another. He remains ignorant for he knows she deserves so much more than he. It does not affect him for he is so terribly in love, that he knows to himself, that he could not be attached to anyone else. He shies away from Jean, from the confrontation for, he fears that if he loses her he will never love again.

She dies out for him, for she would rather die loving him, than live in a world where she hadn’t. She will choose to die with her love, than live without it. She would rather die hating flowers, than live hating him, sick and twisted.

Her guilt had lead her to Professor Xavier’s room. She had rested her head atop his legs as she sat upon the carpeted floor beside his bed. She began confessing her sins, every horrid feeling she had bore. The news that her death was coming soon. Charles absorbed her pain, resting his calloused fingers upon her temple he was taken aback by her agony.

She began to speak again, “Professor, I don’t know what to do. I haven’t lived! How am I meant to die so soon? I’ll never be loved romantically, I’ll never learn to control my powers, I’ll never experience my first kiss, I won’t ever fall in love again. I won’t get a normal life.” Sobs shook her whole body. Charles’ soft voice had lulled her, “You’re a mutant, child, You aren’t normal at all, and that’s beautiful. These superficial things are not what defines a life. You have been loved, this entire academy is a testament to it. You have learned to control your powers, you’ve done more good than you will ever know, and that in itself is a life well lived.”

Allowing herself to wither alongside the flower petals upon the hospital, alone and scared. Not bothering to tell her friends, her fellow mutants, she refused to show weakness, to present her ill state to them.

White walls, shallow beeps, she was slowly being shaken awake. The defribulator shocking her lifeless body, attempting to wake her, failing as when they had gotten there she was long gone, and there was nothing that could be done about it.

A phone chimes, echoing throughout the hallway, slightly startling the young boy, “Hello, is this Scott Summers?” the woman had spoken through the phone. “Yes, this is he.” he chimes, “You’re listed as an emergency contact. We regret to inform you she passed tonight, you may come to ********* , to collect her and her things, I’m sorry for your loss.” she says regretfully, “Okay, thank you.” he says, his heart breaks into the same million pieces that her’s had, his voice cracks, what happened to her?

Pain, the only turn of phrase capable of describing the situation he has been put in, siting in complete agony as tears streamed down his face. He looked at her lifeless form. What had happened? Why hadn’t she informed the team that she was ill? Why hadn’t she informed Jean, she was her dearest friend.

He sat beside her for a few moments, waiting for the Doctor to brief him. “Good Evening Mr Summers, I’m Dr. Hunt.” Scott shook his hand briefly, His vision blurring. “Does she have any other family?” Dr. Hunt asked softly, “Sort of, they’re on their way.” Scott affirmed. “Well, she was diagnosed with late stage Hanahaki Disease. The illness is born out of unrequited love. Flowers will begin to bloom within the lungs of patients until breathing is rendered impossible. There is a surgery for it however she had came in so late that her chances of survival were too slim.” Dr. Hunt had finished, nodding curtly as he exited the room. Scott was mortified. Unrequited love? He thought to himself, She’d never told him nor Jean about any of her romantic interests.

The rest of the team began pouring in, sobs filling the airspace. The cold body filling them all with white hot rage. Scott gave a brief summary of what the doctor had told him, his lips quivering at the thought.

They were just as confused as Scott was. She fell in love? With who? They all thought.

For her dignity, however the professor masked his knowledge. He vividly remembered the way she shook in his lap as she confessed her feelings for Scott. The guilt on her face as she confessed her imminent death had imbedded itself into his psyche. However, he was a man of his word. Charles would take that secret to his grave. The same way she had.

[curetapwater]

Gay headcanon for Shadow aside, I think it's pretty awesome that in 2001 we got introduced to a male-female duo where there's zero hint of them being attracted to each other. And it doesn't even have attention drawn to it, either. No one even jokingly calls Rouge "Shadow's girlfriend" or something, there's never any sort of will-they-won't-they between them, they don't try to make a love triangle with Knuckles or something. It's rather refreshing to have these characters be deeply connected without it being treated as inherently romantic just because they're a guy and a girl.

[butcherlarry]

Weekly Fic Recs 69

Howdy everyone! I come with fic recs! I also had two asks this week for some more specific fic recs, so I linked to those as well :)

(If I had planned this out better, I should have done a whole list of extremely horny/pwp/nsfw fics. But, alas, I did not 😔 Maybe some other time...)

Bruce centric, angsty, batfam fic list

Bruce with batwings fic list

essence of iridescence by scarletazure - Superbat, complete. A magic user casts a spell on the Earth so no one can see colors until they find their soul mates! Luckily, the JL is on the case :)

for all the things my eyes have seen series by susiecarter @susiecarter - Superbat, complete. A series of fics written for Kryptonite Week 2024! This series is all Superbat related, and deal with a variety of colors and types of kryptonite :)

rise by moonwatcher - Superbat, complete. A lovely little pwp fic. I love how fun and playful Clark is with Bruce :)

10 Things Every Brucie Fan Needs in Their Life by pomeloquat @pomeloquat - Superbat, Bruce/Everyone, wip. Brucie Wayne is America's Boyfriend™ and has a whole product line based off of the concept. He has a lot of fans, from regular civilians, to heros, to rouges.

Misforture and Manbats by DragonDart @dragondart - Batfam, wip. Bruce gets turned into Manbat while on patrol. Shenanigans ensue!

prelude by TheResurrectionist @frownyalfred - Lex/OC (Dan the Alpha!!), complete. Omegaverse! Despite what Lex says, he goes into heat while patrolling the pack's territory around the Lake House. Dan the Alpha is there to help :)))))))))

La clarté dans la confusion by thebatandtherobe @batblobinarobe - Superbat, wip. Identity shenanigans!!! Everyone knows Bruce is Batman, except Clark, who thinks Bruce and Batman are Dating. Bruce is also not aware that Clark doesn't know he's Batman. So, so much shenanigans ensue.

(Love) Triangles Have Multiple Centers by frozenpotions @froizetta - Superbat, wip. Another update to a identity shenanigans fic! I loved the outsider's POV of Clark and the relationship woes in this chapter. I could watch an entire sitcom of the shenanigans the Daily Planet gang gets into, LOL.

Patchwork Pod by Ktkat9 @ktkat99 - Superbat, Batfam, wip. More of the mer Bruce fic! Clark is out of the hospital and visits Bruce and Damian, and Tim wakes up!

Bedrock by crucifixinhell @crucifixinhell - Batlantern, wip. I am really digging this Batlantern fic where Bruce and Hal get an accidental telepathic connection. The latest chapter was really sweet, especially the end with Damian 🥺

Happy reading!

[sir-buddy]

Day 29

I know I skipped a few days, so sorry about that. My motivation to draw kinda got set on fire so that took a few days to put out.

Anyway, this one's kinda different from what I usually do for this AU, but I wanted to draw one of the overworld sections, so here we are. I kind of like the idea that during this whole section Sonic and Shadow are both just screaming and I don't know why.

Like, Sonic starts screaming because giant effing hand and Shadow's like "well heck I guess I better start screaming too" and then it just devolves from there.

On a slightly different note, I FINALLY STARTED WRITING! This part took way too long so even though all I did was map out the chapters I'm super happy. Also, I figured out a character for Spider Dance. Stay Tuned.

[thepaperpanda]

In Sickness and in Health || Akaza x fem!reader x Douma

Summary: In a rare moment of unity, Douma and Akaza set aside their differences to collaborate in nursing you back to health as you, their beloved human partner, succumbed to a cold

Warnings: none, just Akaza being mean to Douma

Word count: 3639

Authors: Cass & Rouge

A/N: Requested by @arthurbristow

The concept of a demon falling in love with a human was already considered unconventional, but the notion of two demons harboring affections for the same human was utterly unheard of.

Fate seemed to have a twisted sense of humor as Akaza realized that his beloved, the one who held a special place in his heart, was none other than Douma's beloved as well… It was a situation that couldn't be worse... or could it?

Over the course of several visits, Akaza began to sense that something was amiss with you. Despite your insistence that everything was fine, he couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that gnawed at him.

On this particular evening, his concern reached its peak, compelling Akaza to pay you a visit and ascertain your well-being. As he approached your humble abode, his ears were met with the most grating and irritating sound in the entire world.

"Oh, Akaza-dono!" Douma's voice rang out cheerfully, accompanied by an enthusiastic wave of his hand. "I see you've come to check on our beloved Y/N. It appears I'm not the only one who was worried about her."

Akaza remained silent, his frustration evident as he emitted a disgruntled 'tsk' sound. Without uttering a single word, he briskly walked towards your dwelling, with Douma following closely behind, seemingly unfazed by Akaza's discontent.

The atmosphere between them was charged, a blend of conflicting emotions and unspoken tension. Akaza's presence loomed with an air of possessiveness, while Douma's demeanor exuded an almost mischievous delight. It was a precarious situation, teetering on the edge of uncertainty.

Standing by your front door, Akaza's gaze fixated on the surroundings, searching for any signs of something that might have made you sad. The worry etched on his face mirrored the genuine care he held for you, despite the complexity of their intertwined affections.

Douma, ever observant, watched with an air of curiosity. His playful nature seemingly balanced on a knife's edge, ready to revel in the unfolding drama or diffuse the mounting tension with a well-timed jest.

As you lay on your bed, your limbs felt heavy and unresponsive, weighed down by the intense fever that wracked your body. Despite the insistent knocking at the door, you remained rooted to your spot, unable to summon the strength to rise and answer it. The sound of your own rasping breath filled the room, punctuated only by the rhythmic tapping of knuckles against wood. "It's... It's open!" You managed to raise your voice.

Akaza took the lead, stepping inside the house. The sight of you in bed at this hour was uncommon, stirring a sense of concern within him.

Douma glanced back, his expression filled with worry. "Oh, my dear lotus! Are you feeling unwell? Are you sick?"

You tried to sit up and groaned as the room spun around you. "I'm not feeling well...."

"I told you something is wrong," Akaza frowned, making his way to your bedside and taking a seat. His hand gently rested on your warm forehead. "You have a fever, my love."

"That's no good," Douma sighed, mirroring Akaza's actions as his hand cupped your flushed and heated cheek. "We need to find a way to help. I could call upon my followers; surely someone among them knows what to do."

Akaza growled softly, casting a stern glance at Douma. "No stranger will come near her. We can take care of her ourselves."

Douma couldn't help but giggle, a soft purr infused in his tone. "Oh, we?! So you're finally acknowledging me in this little love triangle!"

The exchange between Akaza and Douma brimmed with a blend of concern, frustration, and a hint of playful banter. Their shared affection for you compelled them to find a solution to ease your discomfort, yet their different approaches and underlying dynamics created a tension that was both palpable and intriguing.

You pushed the hands of both Douma and Akaza off your face, feeling suffocated and overheated as you rolled to your back. Your chest heaved as you gasped for air, your pulse racing with a dizzying intensity. The heat enveloped you like a smothering blanket, causing beads of sweat to form on your forehead and trickle down your temples. You whispered, barely audible, "It's hard to breathe, I feel so hot." The world around you spun in a dizzying frenzy, as though you were caught in the eye of a whirlpool.

"Stay down, my love," Akaza sighed, his voice filled with exasperation, as he made his way to one of the windows. With a gentle push, he opened it slightly, allowing a breath of fresh air to enter the room.

Meanwhile, Douma, ever unpredictable, took hold of one of the towels you owned and casually departed from the house. Akaza couldn't help but feel a surge of relief, grateful for a temporary respite from the presence of the bothersome demon.

In that moment, Akaza's spirits lifted, knowing that he wouldn't have to deal with Douma's antics for a while. It brought a sense of contentment, however fleeting it may be, as he embraced the quietude that settled upon the space they shared.

You closed your eyes, endeavoring to breathe calmly as a severe headache began to form, but the pain proved too intense. A moment later, tears began to stream down your cheeks as you tried to stifle the sobs that threatened to escape your lips. Your attempts to control your breathing faltered, and you began to hyperventilate, gasping for air in short, ragged breaths. "I wanna die, Akaza.... Kill me, end my suffering, please!"

He positioned himself on the bed, pulling you gently towards him, allowing your back to rest against his sturdy chest. This arrangement provided a comfortable halfway point between sitting and lying down, ensuring your ease as he held you close. "Don't utter such foolish words," Akaza murmured in a soft growl, his voice laced with concern, as he tenderly wiped away your tears. "We will take care of you, and you will begin to feel better."

Just as the atmosphere began to settle, Douma's cheerful voice broke the silence, announcing his return. He entered the room with a sense of joy, holding a damp towel in his hand. With a deliberate motion, he approached you and placed the towel gently on your forehead, his finger making contact with the fabric.

In an instant, the moisture within the towel froze, transforming it into a soothing cold compress. The icy sensation promised relief, especially for your feverish state.

"This, my dear lotus, should aid in reducing your fever," Douma remarked, a hint of affection underlying his words.

You let out a deep groan, your body tense with anticipation, as Douma pressed the cool cloth to your forehead. The sensation was like a wave of relief washing over you, easing the ache in your head. The coldness of the towel was like a soothing balm, calming your racing thoughts and slowing your heartbeat. You closed your eyes and let out a contented sigh, grateful for Douma's quick thinking and gentle touch. "Thank you, my lord," you told him, resting comfortably against Akaza's broad, muscular chest. "It feels better. It is better."

With a simple nod, Douma placed his chilled, ice-like hands on your cheeks. "Once we eliminate this wretched fever, you'll feel better truly," he remarked, his tone filled with determination.

Meanwhile, Akaza tenderly stroked your head, his touch radiating reassurance. "We will take care of you," he whispered softly. "Soon, you'll be back to your vibrant self."

"I went to the lake a few days ago and decided to take a bath in it," you explained, your teeth chattering. "It was so cold, but I just couldn't resist the temptation. And now I think it's the reason why I caught a cold."

Akaza's voice carried a growl of concern as he confronted you, his words dripping with disbelief. "Are you out of your mind? We warned you about bathing in the river. It's still far too cold for that."

Beside him, Douma nodded in agreement, his expression mirroring Akaza's worry. "Indeed, my dear lotus," he chimed in. "He's absolutely right. You don't possess the same resilience as we do. You should exercise caution and take better care of your body."

Your heart beated fast in your chest as you began to speak. "I must apologize to both of you," you said, your voice trembling slightly. "My recklessness has caused harm, and for that, I am truly sorry. I'm sorry for not listening to neither of you."

Akaza's voice resonated with a soothing calmness as he offered his advice. "Don't dwell on it for now. Your priority should be on recovering," he said, keeping his words simple and direct. 

Douma nodded in agreement, acknowledging Akaza's wisdom. "Just relax and find solace in rest," he added, his tone filled with care and tenderness for you, his beloved.

After you had finally calmed down, both Akaza and Douma stood watch over you, ensuring your safety until they were certain you had drifted off to sleep. Once satisfied, Akaza carefully placed you back onto the bed, tenderly covering you with a blanket.

Meanwhile, Douma made sure the towel remained cold, a testament to his attention to detail and concern for your well-being. His words, however, held a hint of something darker. "Humans, such fragile creatures," Douma remarked, a suggestion laced within his words. "Perhaps we could alleviate her suffering together, sharing the burden."

Akaza's brow furrowed, a frown etching across his face, his anger slowly simmering beneath the surface. Taking a deep breath to compose himself, he responded in a measured tone, suppressing the surge of emotions threatening to consume him. "We must nourish her," Akaza stated plainly, his voice carrying a sense of determination. Without further ado, he turned and walked away, his actions implying a steadfast commitment to fulfilling your needs and ensuring your well-being.

In this intricate dance of conflicting desires and motivations, their actions revealed a delicate balance between care and the potential for something darker. The complexities of their dynamic unfolded as they grappled with their own internal struggles, their choices and actions pivotal in shaping your shared fate.

The next time you awoke, you found both Akaza and Douma standing near your stove. 

"Looks delicious," Douma commented with a mischievous tone, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Such a shame we cannot share it with her. Although, I'm certain it doesn't compare to the nutritional value of female flesh." His words were accompanied by a playful giggle, clearly enjoying the reaction it elicited from Akaza.

Akaza, on the other hand, wore a visibly annoyed expression, his face contorting in response to Douma's jest. However, his irritation quickly transformed into a brief moment of surprise as he noticed your awakening. 

"Oh! You're awake!" Douma exclaimed, his tone shifting to one of genuine surprise and perhaps even a touch of delight.

"Boys?" You whispered, propping yourself on your elbow. "What are you doing? What's that smell?"

"That idiot managed to get you something to eat," Akaza remarked in a straightforward manner.

Douma's lips curled into a gentle smile as he glanced at you. "I simply mentioned to one of my followers that someone dear to me was unwell and in need of something delicious," he explained. Without hesitation, he approached your side, removing the towel from your head. "Feeling any better?" He inquired, concern evident in his voice.

You smiled at Douma weakly, nodding your head in gratitude. "I'm feeling much better thanks to you and Akaza's care," you said, your voice soft and grateful. "I cannot thank you both enough for taking care of me."

Akaza approached, a bowl held gently in his hands, and spoke with a voice filled with love and concern. "We love you," he declared, joining the two of you. "And because we care deeply for you, some of us have realized that you need extra care. Here, please eat."

Douma, his expression filled with a mischievous delight, chimed in with a cheerful hum. "I hope you'll enjoy it! And if not, I'll take care of that woman."

"That won't be necessary, Douma," you flashed him a smile while accepting the bowl from Akaza. 

The aroma of the stew wafting up to your nose, making your mouth water in anticipation. You reached for the spoon, scooping up a mouthful of the warm, hearty stew and savoring the flavors. "It's delicious, Douma-sama. I've never had a better stew in my life."

With a nod, Douma uttered, "You are welcome, my dear! Only the best for you." 

Akaza couldn't help but roll his eyes in response to the facade of false happiness.

You gave Akaza a look. "Hmm?"

"Nothing," he replied softly, a sense of relief evident in his voice. He tenderly pressed a kiss to your temple, his affectionate gesture bringing comfort and reassurance. "I'm just glad you're feeling better. Now, eat. We've also got some medicine for you, but it's important to eat first."

"Thank you," you put the bowl on your lap and reached your hand out to caress Akaza's cheek.

Douma rested his head on your shoulder, his voice filled with a playful tone. "Hey, I deserve some love too! After all, I did help as well."

You delicately traced your fingertips along Douma's sharp jawline, marveling at the smoothness of his skin. "Of course you did, my lord. I owe you my life. Both of you, actually."

He nodded and kissed your fingers gently.

Akaza, nestled against your shoulder, succinctly expressed their sentiments, "We love you deeply and fear losing our beloved human."

"Well, you can always turn me into a demon!" You suggested.

Douma's face lit up with sudden excitement, his head nodding eagerly in agreement.

"No!" Akaza's voice boomed with a deep growl. "You deserve better than this way of life."

"But at least I wouldn't get cold so often... You two don't get sick at all," you remarked, finishing your meal.

In an instant, Douma found himself on the verge of speaking, but before any words could escape his lips, Akaza swiftly decapitated him without hesitation.

"You deserve better than this existence. We love you just the way you are. Being immune to illness is a bonus, but there are many hardships," Akaza explained, his voice filled with conviction.

Douma's head regenerated smoothly, returning him to his complete form. Despite the shocking turn of events, he couldn't help but voice his complaint. "Akaza-dono! That was incredibly rude!" He whined, expressing his discontent with a hint of petulance.

You whimpered as the sticky, warm fluid dripped down on your cheek after the blow aimed to Douma's head, your body recoiling from the sensation. You looked up, locking eyes with Akaza, who seemed unfazed by the chaos he's caused. "What the hell, Akaza?! You didn't have to do that!" You screamed at him, your voice trembling with a mixture of anger and fear. 

The pool of blood around Douma seemed to be growing larger by the second, soaking your bed, and you couldn't help but feel sickened by the sight.

"Knowing him, he was about to blurt out something foolish, as usual," Akaza remarked with a cold tone, observing Douma's futile attempts to fix his disheveled hair. "I am perfectly fine," Douma interjected, shaking his head with a playful grin. "No need to fret, my love. I remain as beautiful as ever."

"You messed up my bed..." You grunted with disgust. "I'm going to vomit!" And with that, you ran to the bathroom.

Akaza chuckled at the thought of you wanting to become a demon and rose from his seat to change the sheets.

Douma let out a sigh and joined in, deciding to lend a hand. By the time you returned, a set of fresh sheets awaited you, a silent gesture of their care and consideration.

"Boys. I'm feeling better already. You don't have to stay here. The sun will rise soon."

"You still need to drink the medicine," Akaza remarked.

Douma gave a slight shrug, his gaze filled with mischief. "You're not wrong. We could simply cover the windows and spend the day... in bed," he purred, his voice laced with suggestive undertones.

You found yourself nodding along to Douma's suggestion, despite the wary look in Akaza's eyes. "Okay, let's try it. Akaza, can you please give me the medicine?"

Complying with your request, Akaza swiftly returned, presenting you with a brimming cup of an unidentified liquid.

"It stinks," you groaned in disgust.

"Sometimes, the bitterest medicine is the most effective remedy," Douma murmured softly, his voice carrying a gentle reassurance. "But don't worry, it's nothing you can't handle."

You took a deep breath before tipping the glass back, swallowing the medicine in one gulp. The taste was acrid, and it burned your throat as it went down. You gagged and coughed, feeling like your whole body was on fire. "God, this tastes awful," you groaned, handing the empty glass back to Akaza.

"You did exceptionally well," Douma praised, his gentle touch caressing your back. "You're such a good girl!"

"Will you stay with me, boys?"

"Of course!" Douma nodded in agreement with Akaza's previous words. Without uttering a single sound, he gently nudged Akaza's side, guiding him to discreetly cover the windows.

You watched pink-haired closing to curtains as you climb in the bed and took comfortable position

The demon with rainbow eyes was the first to embrace you, his arms encircling your waist as he pulled you close.

"Don't think you can claim her all for yourself," Akaza growled, his own arms enveloping you protectively.

Douma's expression turned into a frown, yet he managed to offer Akaza a sly smile. "Oh? Worried she'll choose me in the end? Someone seems a bit jealous."

"Boys, please," you whispered, giving them both a few strokes to their cheeks. "Behave."

Akaza whispered softly, drawing you nearer to him. "It's difficult when he's in such proximity," he murmured, his voice laced with a mix of longing and unease. "He's just too close."

"Akaza, darling, you know I appreciate Douma's presence as much as I appreciate yours."

Douma let out a scoff, leaning in to nuzzle against you. Despite the display of affection, his actions seemed to provoke a tense response from Akaza. In an attempt to soothe his companion, Douma gently hummed and proceeded to pat Akaza's head, further exacerbating his tension. "There, there, Akaza-dono."

You giggled, looking at Douma. "You can be so charming when you want."

"I am always charming, my darling," he proclaimed, his voice dripping with self-assuredness. Yet, his confidence was abruptly shattered when Akaza sank his teeth into his hand, causing him to yelp in pain. 

"Don't... touch me," the pink-haired demon growled, his teeth clenching even harder.

"Akaza! Apologize to Douma for biting him!" Came your admonishing voice, demanding restitution for the offense committed.

"Yes! Apologize to me!" Douma chimed in, an offended tone lacing his words.

Akaza scoffed, dismissively brushing off the notion. "In your dreams, Douma," he retorted, his disdain palpable in the air.

You gently tapped Akaza's forehead. "Do it, please?"

"Never," Akaza snapped, his voice laced with determination. "I would never trust him. He would gladly devour you, and I refuse to be blind to his feigned emotions."

You shivered and moved closer to Akaza, looking at Douma over your shoulder.

Akaza pressed himself against you, nuzzling affectionately and applying a gentle squeeze.

Douma, expressing annoyance, drew nearer and enveloped you in a hug as well. "Ignore Akaza-dono's remark, I would never consume you. Is your fever resurfacing, my dear?"

"I think it's coming back."

"Allow me to assist you," Douma murmured softly, his icy cold hand gently resting upon your forehead.

In response, a contented hum escaped your lips, prompting a smile to grace Akaza's face. "Well, well. It seems you have some utility, icicle."

Douma's brows furrowed in mock annoyance. "I shall conveniently ignore that remark," he retorted.

"Boys, please, behave... It feels so good, though," you mumbled, snuggling with both Akaza and Douma.

The two demons exchanged glances, silently acknowledging their shared goal of ensuring your swift recovery. For the moment, they chose to remain quiet, allowing you the peaceful rest you needed.

As you shifted to your other side, your embrace found its way to Douma, seeking comfort and solace in his presence. In a surprising display of unity, both demons disregarded their mutual animosity and embraced you, their shared desire to see you regain your strength overriding any personal differences.

In that moment, nestled in their caring arms, they resolved to do whatever it took to expedite your healing. The intensity of their mutual commitment surpassed their inherent disdain for each other, highlighting the depth of their concern and love for you.

Despite the complexities of their relationship, their focus remained unwavering: your well-being. They vowed to provide the support and care you needed, disregarding any animosity or rivalry that might have existed between them.

In the face of adversity, their shared dedication became a powerful force, driving them to put aside their differences and work together for your sake. They understood that healing required unity and cooperation, and they were determined to deliver just that.

With you nestled between them, they offered their combined warmth and comfort, a symbol of their unwavering commitment to your recovery. It was a moment where their shared purpose eclipsed any animosity, and their collective efforts would serve as a testament to their deep affection for you.

As you drifted into a peaceful slumber, enveloped in their embrace, they silently vowed to do everything in their power to ensure your swift return to health. The demons were united by their love for you, and they were willing to set aside their differences to see you restored to full vitality once more.