HII I HOPE YOU DONT MIND ME REQUESTING

HII I HOPE YOU DONT MIND ME REQUESTING <3333 Can i request a jeremy and Dion dating an overall sweetheart female reader, who's just really gentle and sweet? :D tysm again!

DION AGRICHE, JEREMY AGRICHE (SEPARATE) ⍣ FEMALE READER

synopsis. when you got isekai'd into your favourite manhwa, you didn't expect to find yourself dating an agriche - especially since the two of you are polar opposites.

warnings. mentions of torture and killing (not towards reader), possessiveness.

author's notes. ok ok hear me out- i know you didn't request for isekai!reader, but i thought that the concept of her dating the agriche boys because she's a simp for them would be fun to play around with. she has the traits that you mentioned though!

when DION went to the border to dispose of the pedelian guards just like his father had ordered him to, he didn't expect to witness you falling from the sky. for the first time in his life, he was surprised - and the fact that he felt an emotion compelled him to catch you in his arms.

the moment you realised that you had stopped falling, you opened your eyes and nearly screamed. even though dion was wearing a hood and a half face mask, you recognised his bright red eyes immediately. of all the possible characters in the manhwa, it had to be dion agriche who found you first; you didn't know if you should squeal in joy since your favourite villain is carrying you like a princess, or if you should quake in fear at the likelihood of him taking you prisoner.

as you were occupied with doing mental gymnastics, he silently observed you, head cocked slightly to one side. he thought it was interesting that you didn't try to resist him or at least shout for help (both of which are futile), considering the dangerous situation you're in. any normal person would be scared especially when surrounded by piles of corpses.

you could tell that dion was weighing his options of either killing you since you're a witness, or keeping you in one of the agriche residence's prison cells until he has a use for you. desperate to live, you impulsively yanked his mask down and tugged his head towards you, causing his lips to smash against yours. his eyes widened.

"why did you do that?" he asked when you pulled away.

"because... i love you!" you exclaimed, giving him the sweetest smile you could muster. you learnt from another manhwa that the best way to survive an encounter with a dangerous person is to catch them off-guard with a love confession! you're not exactly lying about your love for dion anyway, and the consequences of this will be a future you problem.

"even though i could kill you right now?"

"i feel a certain excitement knowing that my life and death are in your hands."

"... interesting. it'd be a waste to have you dead," dion said with mirth. maybe you could solve his problem of needing a wife to continue the agriche bloodline in the future, as all of the women he's met/been introduced to so far are boring. he needed someone who could add a little fun and excitement to his mundane, humdrum life, and you seem to be the right person to do so. before you could say anything else, dion swiftly knocked you out.

... and that's how you found yourself chained to dion's bed with a collar around your neck. everyone, especially roxanne, was surprised to see him strutting inside the manor with your unconscious self slung over his shoulder earlier, and when he had claimed that you're the woman he wishes to marry, lante allowed him to keep you. as long as you have a pretty face and can give birth to children who'd make fine agriches, lante doesn't care who dion chooses as his bride.

dion took his father's permission too literally and keeps you in his room like a pet. still, he takes good care of you by feeding you well and letting you sleep on the same bed as him. it can be a little awkward sharing a bed with dion because he tends to hug you very tightly in his sleep, as if he doesn't want to give you any room for escape.

he doesn't let you roam around the manor alone because of jeremy; dion knows that he hates him, and would rather not have you run into any problems involving his moody half-brother. it'd be troublesome too if jeremy somehow takes a liking to you because dion is not fond of sharing what's supposed to be his in the first place.

dion is possessive of you, and his possessiveness increased tenfold after he was exposed to your gentle side. when he returned from an errand drenched in blood one day, you didn't hide how worried you were for him. even though the collar limited your distance from the bed, you kept trying to reach for him as he slumped on the floor. it didn't show on his face, but he was exhausted; he couldn't look at you properly and only heard you calling his name frantically...

when he finally came to, he found himself resting on your lap, your hand gently stroking his forehead. relief washed over you when you noticed that he's awake, and you cupped his cheeks.

"you're awake! don't collapse on me like that ever again, i almost got a heart attack-"

"... you were worried?" he asked.

with a huff, you replied, "of course! i don't want anything bad to happen to you, dion. b-besides, we're kinda dating each other."

dion grew up with a mother who didn't love nor care about him. he grew up with a father who only cared about what value he can bring to the black agriche. dion, who grew up emotionally repressed and touch starved wanted more after the first sign of genuine kindness from you. your saccharine words and honey-coated gesture at that moment were all it took for you to completely consume his mind.

as he leaned into one of your palms with his eyes closed, dion has decided. a sweet and gentle person like you is not suited for the harsh world outside, but as long as you stay by his side and continue showering him with your affection, he'll make sure that no harm will come to his little butterfly. if anyone tries to take you away from him, he won't stop at just cutting off the hand that dared to touch what's his; he'll torture them by giving them a slow, painful death.

he's never going to let you go. he'll make you stay in the agriche residence until the end of time, and if you're going to die, then die here in his arms.

JEREMY knew that he had to have you the moment he saw how aggressively cassis reacted to the sight of your unconscious self, bound and gagged beside him. by having you in his grasp, he has a means of provoking cassis and it also gives him a sense of control.

lante handed you over to jeremy when the latter expressed his interest in having you as his toy, and roxanne warned him to not do anything that will kill you if he doesn't want her toy to give her a hard time, seeing as cassis is attached to you for some reason. jeremy naturally listened to his sister, but he didn't expect to fall in love with you so quickly.

unlike the members of the black agriche, you're very sweet and your kindness isn't fake. the gentle attention you'd give him despite your unfavourable circumstances fed the touch starved jeremy, who only desires someone to love and care for him. he initially kept you so he'd have cassis on a leash, but now... he wants to keep you by his side to fill the void in his heart.

you were, of course, bewildered by his change in attitude at first. he would usually treat you as if you're less than dirt, so to suddenly be put on a pedestal by him felt a little strange. he still makes you wear the collar to prevent you from escaping, but he's kinder and tries to be gentle with you these days.

"hey (y/n), are you bored? i brought you some books that you might like!" jeremy exclaimed as he dumped a pile of books on the bed you're sitting on.

"oh, thank you..." you said, picking the romance novel at the top of the pile, "am i really allowed to read these books? what if you get in trouble by your father?"

"hmm... i won't," he began, plopping himself beside you on the bed, "because starting from today, you're my girlfriend."

just like that, you became the lover of jeremy agriche. lante had his reservations about a pedelian dating one of his children, but when you told him that you're merely a peasant rischel took pity on and decided to raise as one of his own (you had to lie about you being from a world where their lives are part of a novel), he changed his mind. since you're not officially affiliated with the blue pedelian, he can use you against the very family that took you under their wing and thus permitted you to be with jeremy.

jeremy was obviously overjoyed and immediately moved you to a lavish room. "that dingy prison cell doesn't suit an angel like you anyway!" he claimed. with roxanne's help, he was able to buy you an entire wardrobe of beautiful dresses and boxes of glimmering jewelries. him spoiling you overwhelmed you and made you suspect that he's after something, but when he eagerly ducked his head in front you, you realised that all he wants is a head pat for every single thing he does in an attempt to make you happy.

"i'm not asking for much. just love me, and i'll make sure you live comfortably here," he said, smiling happily when your hand gently caressed his head.

well, that's easy enough. jeremy is your favourite character in the manhwa, and since he's given you the green light, you'll take full advantage of it to shower him with affection. in return, he'll always be there to protect you and will even defend your mistakes.

when you kissed his cheek to thank him for catching you after you fell from a tree branch, he became addicted. he'd ask for sweet little kisses instead of head pats since then, as he finds them more fulfilling. a giddy feeling consumes him every time your lips brush against his cheek or forehead, and he soon begins to wonder what your lips would feel like on his...

"(y/n). have you ever kissed that blue son of a bitch before?" jeremy asked one day, making you choke on your own spit.

"no! of course not!" you replied, flustered by his question, "cassis is not someone i'd like to spend the rest of my life with."

he breathed a sigh of relief. "good. i'm the one you want to be with forever, right?" grinning, he leaned in and pressed his forehead against yours as you smiled.

as jeremy grew up, he became extremely possessive of you. he doesn't want you to show kindness to anyone but himself (roxanne is an exception), and if you expressed even the slightest interest in dion, he'll confront his half-brother and demand to know what he did to seduce you. depending on jeremy's mood, the confrontation will either end in blood or peace.

he gets jealous very easily and doesn't like it when other men lay their eyes on his sweet angel. he'll get angry if anyone so much dares to cast a dirty look your way because nobody disrespects you like that in his presence. you'll have to stop him by grabbing his arm and begging him to stay with you before he storms up to the unfortunate soul to give them a piece of his mind.

during the social event where the five families gather together, jeremy forbade you from attending any of the balls. instead, he made you stay with roxanne in her room to shield you from the prying eyes of other men and to also hide you from the blue pedelian. that didn't stop you from sneaking into the ballroom when roxanne wasn't looking though. you were not going to waste your only chance of getting a glimpse of the handsome male leads of "the flower of hell" after all!

however, you got caught hiding behind a potted plant by noel vertium, who was enamoured of you at first sight. jeremy spotted you just as noel was about to approach you, and he was able to reach you first. with a possessive grip around your waist, he pressed you against his chest and glared at noel, who soon got dragged away by his aide.

if you try to act cute with jeremy, he might just forgive you for disobeying him.

𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐄𝐒 : 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 : 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 : Although you refused the Dendro Archon’s request, you knew that deep inside, you didn’t want to leave the humans under their rule completely defenceless against the threats of the Abyss.

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 : Tighnari, Al-Haitham

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : Romance, humour, isekai

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : N/A

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : The first part of the story will explore reader’s development as the temporary Dendro Archon after Greater Lord Rukkhadevata’s death, so there won’t be much Tighnari and Al-Haitham action. Note that there will be references to Mesopotamia mythology throughout this story, as that’s the theme of the region reader is the reigning monarch of! I’ve also written chapter 1 already but because I’m scared the Tumblr algorithm will bonk me with the ghost hammer, I’ll be posting it tomorrow. Also keep in mind that everything here is my take on the lore of the Archon War; there will be discrepancies as the game updates.

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

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: ̗̀➛ Cyno x Gn!Reader ft. Tighnari

: ̗̀➛ He misunderstands the situation when he finds you on the ground with Tighnari on top of you.

As you were making your way back to the rangers' camp after your usual patrol, you jumped upon feeling something tiny crawling along your back. The feathery yet prickly sensation reminded you of an insect, prompting you to make a beeline for Tighnari who was just leaving his room.

"Tighnari, help me! There's a bug in my clothes!" you cried, frantically patting around your body. Tighnari's eyes widened as his ears stood upright in surprise.

"Don't move around too much! It might bite you," he said, grabbing your wrists. You squealed in shock upon feeling the bug crawl up towards your nape, and impulsively crouched whilst pulling him down with you. "(Y/n), calm down!" When you showed no signs of cooperating due to your hysteria, he sighed sharply and tore your shirt open, mentally apologising to you as he did so.

"Take it out, take it ouuut!" you screamed with tears in your eyes. Tighnari's hands roamed around your body in search for the annoying bug and the moment he felt it skitter over his fingers, he quickly caught it and pulled his hand out.

"Got it!" He then showed the bug to you, a smile of relief spreading over his lips. "Good thing it's just an ant-" He stopped abruptly when he felt an ominous aura behind him, and the ears of the shadow looming over the two of you immediately gave away the person's identity.

Cyno was going to check up on Collei today and had heard your scream. Worried that something terrible was happening to you, he bolted in the direction he heard your voice come from only to see Tighnari straddling you on the ground. One of Tighnari's hands laid flat against your bare torso, and it looked like your shirt had been ripped open by him.

Without context, the risqué sight no doubt caused Cyno to misunderstand the situation.

Gaze darkening, he swiftly summoned his spear as he said, "Tighnari. Don't move."

"W-wait, it's not what it looks like! You've got the wrong idea!"

YOU WRITE FOR DEMON SLAYER TOO? AND YOU'RE A MANGA READER ;m;

Since requests are still open, may I request headcanons of Muichirou's reaction to you taking a blow from a demon for him during a mission?

I followed the kny manga religiously back in 2019-2020 💀 I was obsessed with Yoriichi LOL. While we're on the topic of Muichirou, I'M SO EXCITED FOR SEASON 3 ( ≧Д≦) THE SWORDSMITH VILLAGE ARC IS ONE OF MY FAV ARCS, I CAN'T WAIT TO CRY ABOUT MUICHIROU'S PAST FOR THE UMPTEENTH TIME.

──── ❝ muichirou tokitou x gn!reader ❞ ────

warnings: slight spoilers on muichirou's past

it wasn't supposed to be a hard mission. find the demon causing the deaths of innocent villagers and behead it on sight. while MUICHIROU was able to sniff the demon out and corner it, he fell for its ruse and thus overcommitted to his attack.

as he's about to parry the demon's attack, he feels something - or rather, someone - barreling into his side to push him out of harm's way. he manages to catch a glimpse of you as he tries to regain his balance, and his eyes widen when blood is sprayed into the air. he stares at your fallen body in shock, his mind struggling to process what just happened.

you took a blow for him. he could have easily defended himself from it and you knew that - yet you still chose to needlessly sacrifice yourself in order to protect him. your selflessness reminds him of a certain man who would do anything for his family, and muichirou's head pounds when those hazy yet painful memories surfaced.

everything else after that happened in a blur. he only remembers gripping his sword as he yelled loudly, raising his blade high above his head to viciously cut the demon down. when finally he came to, the demon had collapsed on the ground, slowly crumbling into black dust.

dropping his sword, muichirou then kneels down to carefully cradle you in his arms. relief washes over him when he notices that you're still breathing and conscious; as you open your eyes to meet his impassive gaze that's tinged with worry, you give him a weak smile. knitting his eyebrows together, he quietly tells you to stop being so careless before effortlessly lifting your body off the ground.

he doesn't know why, but after that experience, he's scared for you. he's scared that you'll never open your eyes if you fall again.

Scaramouche

blinded by stardust.

premise. you aren't nearly paid enough for this.

word count. 971.

note. ridiculously self-indulgent. i just wanted to write some sexual tension between an assassin and their commissioned target, man.

“A great blade you have.”

Sharp, stretching to a curved edge. It gleams ominously in the moonlight, draped in cold silver. Gloved fingers wrap around the hilt, tracing the carved patterns, curiously smoothing over embedded diamonds. A twinkle of interest rests in his eyes, but the scimitar doesn’t hold his attention for long—his gaze shifts to your figure, pinned beneath his grip.

“Unfortunate you never got to use it.”

Contempt blemishes your otherwise fair face, twisting to a scornful expression directed solely at his irritable attitude. Ayato feels a flash of sadistic joy at that, but dissatisfaction rolls off him in waves at the way you worry your lip with your teeth.

“Not very keen on responding?” A thumb presses down on your mouth, brushing the swell of your lip. The snarky reply at the tip of your tongue dies the moment he applies more pressure to the blade ghosting over your neck, a firm weight that threatens to cut you open.

You try your best to suppress a shudder when it digs further to your skin, one stroke away from drawing blood. He revels in your panic, your pride crumbling to dust and burnt to ashes; glows in delight knowing you’re pliant at his mercy, rippling in every delicate touch.

(More than he should, probably.)

“You know, I was quite flattered,” Ayato begins, eyes darkening when you squirm in futile attempts to escape. “You kept approaching me, bright-eyed and eager just to exchange pleasantries. I was under the assumption you were interested.”

He sighs in solemn contemplation, dismayed by the turn of events. “Though it seems you were only after my neck. I'd say I have far more attractive qualities than that.”

His voice takes on a cheery lilt as he moves closer, the tips of his hair tickling your cheek. Stiffening, you turn away, but that only prompts him to tilt your face in his direction, the edge of the blade beneath your chin.

“No need to play coy with me,” he reassures, a kind smile gracing his features. “You were so bold to invite yourself to my room tonight, after all.”

You twitch.

“Pardon the intrusion, my lord,” your words come out firm, less shaky than you expected them to be, “but with the way your door was left wide open, I presumed visitors were welcome.”

“Mhm. I figured it would spare you the time to sneak inside,” Ayato answers, all too merry for someone who anticipated an assassination. “It did save you the trouble, didn’t it?”

You smother the urge to grimace and take on a wry simper, “Truthfully, it wasn’t much of help. I would’ve preferred if you remained obedient and slept the night away like you were supposed to.”

“Oh? I didn’t take you for the kind to go for defenseless men.”

“You don't have to worry about that.” Too smug for someone held at knifepoint, you drawl, “Scheming men aren’t my type.”

“That’s a shame then.” He has the gall to look disappointed. “You were mine.”

A chuckle bubbles out of your throat, unconvinced. “So you’re saying you treat people you like this way?”

“Do you have a problem with it?” Ayato cocks his head to the side questioningly.

“Even for someone like you, I thought you would be a little nicer.”

He laughs at that, breathy and quiet, the faint gust of air tickling your ear when he leans further down to stroke your cheek tenderly. “Thoma always did say I have a bad personality.”

His hand travels south, pressing on the column of your throat. “I want to be kind to the person I like,” he whispers softly, like a confession you aren’t supposed to hear. “But you’re so cute I want to bully you some more.”

Psychotic bastard, you think as the scimitar hovers above your skin. This is beyond bullying.

“You thought something rude about me just now, didn’t you?”

You avert your eyes. “I didn’t.”

He laughs again, dubious. “I’m not sure if you’re aware,” Ayato comments, tracing the line of your chin, “but you’re so awful at lying it's almost impressive.”

Before you can retort back, he cuts in, “It makes me want to believe you weren’t deceiving me the entire time.”

You dig your nails into the rumpled sheets, the mattress sinking with his weight. Swallowing, you measure the remaining distance placed between you and the sharp edge, pondering his reluctance to end this farce.

“Don’t you remember?” He hums, a chipper tone lacing his words. Like reminiscing a fond memory. “You gave me muffins before. You baked them yourself. You said you wanted what I thought of them.”

To your bewilderment, he sets aside the scimitar, gently laying it down the bed. It sits a safe distance away.

You can try to run. Your hands are free, and the only threat that kept you immobilized was the sword. Ayato would probably let you, even though you doubted the credibility of his self-proclaimed affections earlier.

You don’t.

You stay right where he wants you.

“We were alone. Nobody would’ve known you came by. I ate those muffins, knowing the risk.” His free hand settles on your waist, but you hardly notice when you’re too immersed in the intensity of his gaze. “But you didn’t poison them at all.”

He leans down. Closer.

“You should know best why it's advised to keep smaller weapons. You conceal them until the target is vulnerable. Yet you brought a scimitar.”

Closer.

“Like you were trying to get me to notice you.”

Until your nose brushes against his, your lips separated by a hair’s breadth.

“Even now, you don’t push me away. Like you want to be caught.”

His eyes burn like embers, a smoldering flame that sears your very being.

“Can you tell me why?”

You don’t know the answer either.