I was wondering why Cruel never try or Deon tries to clear the misunderstanding. Like i know Cruel is protecting and Deon is busy or he's unware of the truth.
I was like— bro, is there no one who can clear this brothers misunderstanding?
I'm pitying them both. Mostly this two brothers, why Cruel had to dieee😭 only if they can communicate properly...
I have an oc, who is transmigated into demon's dead body. She's becoming servant in demon's castle in order to survive. She chose surviving metode by pretend. Being a side character who is barely knew, she was a low ranked demon with no magic cuasing other demons bullies her.
But she manage to survive for 5 years and so on. Until she's assigned as commander 0th's servant.
....like imagine the reader is a saint,like she is a human saint but something happens to the temple she was and a kind demon took her in and raised her for 6 years or so and Deon found it out and he finds it existing like finally a God shows him mercy and send him a savior ..He became such a yandere after it,like he starts to lock her in his room,bite her to mark her ,tie her legs with chains but at the same time he gives her freedom,he kisses her slowly, softly,buys her clothes he thinks it would look good on her,buy her jewellery and rebuild her a temple he visits where she serve as a Saint,he become her shadow and sword they kill no matter what happens and he often visit her at night,and she makes him a tea and they talk all night..but then only Deon heart on the other hand Deon Arks have different thoughts of her,he wished to ruin her to destroyed her sense of humanity to break her and put her in pice after he picked up her ever part he broken...and the his more know side .. Sadistic side awake..he wants to bite her for her skin to bleed,he won for her to have a euphoric feeling,he wants to make her beg for him to take her to have her the way he wants but he can't yet do it...he has to fulfill a mission first ...so they even Demon king can't have her not Emperor..not the crown prince..not anyone else except him..so he takes her...he bites her kneek ower and ower again till is not purple at the end of it ...as he lick her skin to make more of mark ..she begs him no to do it ...to stop but he doesn't...he still go to point they she collapse...but he stop..as he looks at her unconscious figure under him..tied with silver chains he ordered to be custom made for her..as he looks at her ower and ..from top till bottom he smirk as he get close to her kneak and kisses her on ever mark he made...and then he puts her chains away.. kisses the red purple mark after he is done with it..he move as he esely pick her up and take her to his room.. slowly put her to his bad and cover her with blanket as he lay next to her looking at her sleeping face and hug her as he also fall asleep...but before he actually rest for the night he changed his clothes because she doesn't like smell of blood but he just killed a whole army before he came to visit her..thet night..
He would complain about it , especially if he killed the one who was rude to her..or God not let it happen hurts her ...he already killed his family.. don't believe that unlucky one would have his family spere because Deon didn't kill him instantly ,"Listen buddy..my love just told me not to kill you ..but I will because you were being a rude little b**** to her so prepared to die"and he will...
Both versions of him would open a habit of looking at her when she sleeps or when she plays with small animals she got as a present from Deon ,no matter which personality he became that day he would be by her side the moment she is hurt or in Need of something...He would be there,by her side in a moment...no he will apire like a shadow..out of thin air ...and when she asked
"way are you here ..."
"ah ..it seems I can't leave you alone for a moment now do I ...?Give me your hand ,way.. don't give me that look!... Okay..you mentioned you won to visit ..you know the festival in the city so I'm taking you there..in condition..you don't..ever ..Take My hand go...is they clear..."
As there was blood in his clothes,he didn't mind it all... People could watch it but he wouldn't care if he had you..the only person he needed in this world..and his life..
pretty in pink꒱mydei 'n fem reader ᰔ fluff 'n slight suggestive ⊹ word count 0.4k
MODERN!AU in which BOXER!MYDEIMOS is a professional who has held multiple world championships, nicknamed THE UNDYING known for his exceptional punching power, competitive and arrogant behavior, perfectly toned and healthy body, and famous significant other.
“If you want to know me better, observe me in battle or fight me yourself." He says this to everyone who dares to challenge him or deny his talent and skills unless it’s his pretty IDOL!GIRLFRIEND who he loves more than anything but Mydei is annoyed.
Not because of a loss—he doesn’t lose. Not because of training—it’s routine. No, he’s irritated because of you, his most beloved, and your questionable choices on Instagram.
A picture. A very damning picture was posted on your story.
It’s him, flexing a bicep with a pink ribbon tied around the muscle. His other arm is around your waist, effortlessly possessive. And now, the internet has seen it. His fans. His rivals. The Chrysos Heirs Organisation. The entire damn world.
“Delete it,” he says, voice low, controlled.
You, of course, are completely unbothered. Instead, you plop onto his lap, all smiles as you reach for his hair, playing with the braid you just finished styling. That iconic braid you did once became part of his new visual and styling set.
“Baby, I won’t delete it,” you say sweetly, twirling a strand between your fingers. “You look so hot, like always, but—”
“But?” He arches a brow, unimpressed. You bite back a grin, knowing full well why he’s upset. He can take a thousand punches, and shrug off every insult from his opponents, but the idea of being teased for something as harmless as a pink ribbon? Oh, that riles him up.
Worse, what if people somehow figure out that he likes pink? That his championship-winning boxing gloves had pink accents because he suggested it? That your latest album’s pink aesthetic wasn’t your idea but his?
Of course, you’d never tell anyone that. But teasing him? Oh, you’d do that forever.
“Princess,” he sighs, one strong hand rubbing your thigh, warm and grounding. At first, he didn't want to use pet names, but you got this man weak in the knees. He has no choice but to obey your every wish. What a loving and amazing boyfriend. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”
Your phone buzzes. The comment section is already in flames.
“The Undying got tamed?”, “Mydei, pink suits you!”, “Whipped.”
You giggle. He groans.
“I hate you,” he mutters.
“You love me,” you correct, pressing a kiss to his jaw.
His grip tightens, fingers digging in ever so slightly. A warning and a promise. You hum, tilting your head. “If you want me to delete it… fight me for it?”
His eyes suddenly shift from your thighс to your face, lips curling into a smirk as he mockingly chuckles. The dangerous zone you are entering now is going to eat you alive.
“Careful what you ask for, doll.”
Because in or out of the ring, Mydei never backs down from a challenge.
Hello, are you busy right now?? I want to request oneshot when Deon jealous x reader
I won't force you, you can do this in your free time. Thank you~😊
Thx for the consideration. I write this in my unexpected free time.
Hope you like this
Deon kept reminding himself that he wasn't jealous, even as he felt a surge of anger at the sight of someone getting too close to Y/N, she talks to him too friendly even lean to him to explaining what was written with her finger tracing the paper to the person. That person seemed completely unaware of the storm brewing inside him because they still busy talk face to face.
He was in a state of turmoil, with no intention of holding back the fierce protectiveness he felt for Y/N. To him, she was his and his alone.
He never imagined that jealousy could creep into his heart, especially when he had someone he cherished and wanted to keep safe by his side.
Jealousy had never been part of his life; it was a feeling he thought he would never experience. It was a luxury he had never known.
From the start, he had battled feelings of despair due to a troubled past. He harbored resentment towards those who had thrust him into a conflict he never wished to join.
Even before the war, he struggled with self-doubt, feeling inadequate because of his frail body and the striking difference in his appearance—white hair and red eyes—compared to his family's dark hair and green eyes.
This mix of inferiority and bitterness made Deon a potentially volatile individual, especially when it came to love and the jealousy that could arise from it.
A newfound awareness of his instincts hit him like a jolt, causing him to flinch at the unsettling sensation that prickled the back of his neck. His body temperature plummeted, and a chill swept over him, making him shiver with fear.
Like a frightened animal trapped in the presence of a hunter, he finally caught sight of Deon. There was no smile on Deon's face; his lips were pressed tightly together, and his eyes glimmered with a menacing light, his brows furrowed as if he were contemplating how to inflict pain before delivering a final blow.
In that moment, the realization struck him hard: he was in deep trouble. Deon's reputation loomed large, feared in both the human realm and the demon realm.
He swallowed hard, his mouth trembling as he mustered the courage to excuse himself from Y/N and make a hasty retreat, leaving them alone together.
"You frightened him, Deon; he was just inquiring about work," Y/N said, shooting a disapproving look at Deon, her hands firmly on her hips. She was well aware of his tactics, recognizing the subtle threats behind his jealousy.
Deon asserted, "He's the one in the wrong here, so why am I the one being blamed? He's just too familiar." He spoke firmly, though he couldn't bring himself to meet Y/N's intense gaze.
"Really? You say that when everyone knows about our relationship? Only a fool would think they could handle you," Y/N replied, playfully fluttering her eyelids, signaling her teasing mood.
Deon, realizing the implication, looked at Y/N and said, "But you need to deal with me first, Y/N. I won’t get jealous if you don’t act all friendly with him." He stepped closer, causing Y/N to instinctively back away, unsure of his intentions. His voice dropped to a low growl, adding an intimidating edge.
"Hey, you're blaming me! I'm innocent, Deon!" Y/N retorted, attempting to escape his grasp.
However, Deon had already cornered her. Their faces were mere inches apart, forcing Y/N to tilt her head back to meet his gaze. His other hand gripped her waist firmly, leaving her unable to turn away.
"Y/N, don’t try to make me jealous. You really won’t like the outcome," Deon warned before he kissed her passionately, both of them losing themselves in the moment.
The bottom line: Avoid making Deon jealous; the world isn’t prepared for that. He’s the kind of guy who would go to great lengths for Y/N, his morals long since twisted. After all, she’s the reason he still fights to stay alive in this world. (Please to keep stay in fiction story, Deon)
The End
Sorry for the hiatus, Writer's block and lazy and desire to only read is so strong...
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