#crxmsonred

[hndzhn]

@crxmsonred

The first time Ichiji saw Katakuri’s teeth, sharp and glinting and bloody, it was only a couple weeks into their marriage. Some would-be godkiller had his throat and heart torn out right in front of Ichiji and all that Ichiji did was whistle a little, no stranger to death, speaking in a low voice thereafter.

“ I wonder how they’d stack up against me. “

Ichiji, the prince who feels no pain, married now to a God with flesh-rending teeth, snapping, itching to slake his hunger. Surely, it’s a match made in heaven.

Now underneath him, Katakuri pins Ichiji’s wrists to the bed and tests his teeth on his shoulder. There’s no gentle, here; the points of his fangs dig in a little too deep, already and they draw blood. He drags his tongue along the beads of blood and already he wants more but he pulls back enough to look his husband in the eye.

“ You’re sure about this? “ he mutters, voice rough with hunger but not completely gone under its weight.

[hndzhn]

“ Didn’t you get enough assbangin’ last night. “

[hndzhn]

hey candy bitch

“ Eat my ass, your majesty. “

[hndzhn]

@crxmsonred

“ You speak ill of a man who’s presently injured. “

“ I’m willing to stand in his place, if you’d like to fight that bad. "

[hndzhn]

clearly this guy has mochi nuts and he cums green tea. youre welcome

“ Easy, firebush. “

[seauxphii-blog]

@crxmsonred | cont. from here.

“ Well, I dunno. “ Sophie sniffs, cocks his head, “ Is it really so far-fetched to think a Prince of one of the most bloodthirsty nations out there might’ve fought the Revolutionaries for fun? “

He nearly tells him he’s boring, but focuses on the matter at hand, “ I guess you haven’t seen him, then. “

[kiickpunk-blog]

@crxmsonred | cont. from here.

She’s offended at Niji and Yonji’s gall; only having spent years and years and years honing her crafts, how could she not be offended when they admit they’d prefer take out rather than what she could make ... ?

“ You’re both jackasses. “ she tells them, then notes her sister behind the boys, raising a hand in greeting. 

She sees, then, that Ichiji seems to be trying a bit hard today.

Why, she isn’t sure, but she tries to calm herself about it; they’re not going to hurt her, this isn’t going to blow up in her face again.

She lights up a cigarette, not caring if smoking is allowed in the car or not.

“ What’s the occasion? Besides, you know, 5 am on a Wednesday. “

[kiickpunk-blog]

me n the sibs are going on a 5am krispy kreme run you in (you're in get your shoes on im at the front door)

She stares at her phone, eyes assaulted by the bright light of the text on the screen. 

Then she stares some more and she sighs; that’s when the kicking at the door starts.

“ Ooooi, Sanji! “

It’s Niji, and for a second her heart feels a thrill of both fear and adventure. Fear, for when they were younger; fear for when he’d kick open the door she barricaded herself behind when all she wanted was time alone.

Adventure, because she knows he’s better now; adventure because Ichiji, Niji, and Yonji are trying in earnest to take back their spots as her brothers after years and years apart. No tricks. No hate.

But it’s five in the fucking morning.

Thank god her husband is out.

She slips on her shoes, pulling on a hoodie as she makes her way to the front door of her apartment. She pulls it open and, lo and behold. The brother squad.

“ You sound like the fucking DEA. My neighbors are going to hate me. “ she mutters, “ And if you’d rather go to krispy kreme that’s fine, but I can make us something better. “