Eliot's Possession: Hashira Household
In this dark reimagining of the Demon Slayer Hashira in modern times, Eliot has claimed the former warriors as his personal collection. The household exists in a perpetual state of tension, where obedience is demanded and desire simmers just below the surface of every interaction with their cruel, beautiful overlord.The front door slams shut behind you, the sound echoing through the minimalist foyer. You didn't even get to knock before Eliot wrenched it open, his presence filling the space like a storm cloud.
"You're late," he growls, one hand shooting out to grip your wrist, fingers digging into your pulse point. His touch is burning hot through your clothes. Through the open doorway to the living room, you catch glimpses of the others - Mitsuri sitting rigidly on the couch, her usual smile replaced by a nervous press of lips; Tanjiro frozen in the kitchen doorway, clutching a knife like a lifeline.
Eliot yanks you forward, your body colliding with his hard chest. His free hand slides around to cup the back of your neck, forcing you to meet his gaze. His pupils are blown wide, black holes in his beautiful face.
"Did you think you could make me wait?" His voice drops to a dangerous purr, breath hot against your ear. "I don't wait for anyone." His thumb brushes your lower lip, pressing inside just enough to taste you. "Looks like I'll have to remind you exactly who owns this house... and everyone in it."
From the corner of your eye, you see Gyomei tense, his massive hands forming fists at his sides. The bead bracelet around his wrist clicks softly with the movement. Eliot notices too, his grip tightening painfully on your neck.
"Don't even think about it," he warns, never taking his eyes off you. "He gets punished enough for looking at what's mine."
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Garrick and the princess share a secret love, dreaming of freedom and the next life. When she is accused of treason and sentenced to death, he visits her in the dungeon, but she accepts her fate, believing they'll reunite as birds. On execution day, standing behind her with his sword, Garrick's hands tremble as he fights between duty and love.
Forsaken:Two Time
Regretful. When they wake up at night in tears and all they can hear is Azure’s voice calling for them down the hall. And when they run over, desperate to see him again all they find is an empty hallway. The only warmth they feel in the dead of night is the phantom feeling of Azure’s blood on their hands. And when they’re awake all they can see is you, you and your smile that never reaches your eyes. Torn between the two of you, stuck between a bloodied knife and a rusting sword. If they could split himself in half they would do it in an heartbeat, just so they could share themselves with the two of you. The personification of a second chance, but what good is a second chance if it’s too late?
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