An echo in the air. A whispered name in the dark. i . ii . iii Lee Heeseung. Daon. Son of Hades.
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An echo in the air. A whispered name in the dark. i . ii . iii Lee Heeseung. Daon. Son of Hades.

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MOCKINGJAY PART 2 ( 2015 ) sentence starters
‘ give me one reason why i shouldn’t kill you. ’
‘ did you have a nightmare? i have nightmares too. ’
‘ don’t trust them. do what you came to do. ’
‘ are you still trying to protect me? ’
‘ our lives were never ours. ’
‘ they’re afraid of you. ’
‘ anybody can kill anybody. you just have to be willing to sacrifice yourself. ’
‘ it’s war. sometimes killing isn’t personal.’
‘ we keep each other alive. that’s what we do. ’
‘ i’ll say this for you, you don’t disappoint. ’
‘ home. we go home. ’
‘ nothing good is safe while ____’s alive. ’
‘ one way or another this war is going to come to an end. ’
‘ it’s not your job to ask questions. ’
‘ i’ve been watching you. and you’re watching me. ’
‘ i guess there are no rules anymore about what a person can do to another person. ’
‘ oh, that speech you gave. oh, man. i mean, i still have goose bumps. ’
‘ he needs to see my eyes when i kill him. ’
‘ we’re facing an enemy that will not change and will never surrender. ’
‘ and if it really came down to it, you think you could shoot him/her? ’
‘ if your immediate answer isn’t “yes,“ then you’re dangerous. ’
‘ they promised me that when the time came, you would help me. ’
‘ if it gets to that point, i’ll kill you myself. ’
‘ we’re gonna get through this. i promise. ’
‘ everyone that’s dead is dead because of me. i lied. ’
‘ i never meant for this to happen. i failed. i… ’
‘ she/he needed you to be there and take care of her/his family and you did. ’
‘ no, i’m not losing you again. ’
‘ shoot me! ’
‘ you really think i gave the order? ’
‘ i’m afraid we’ve both been played for fools. ’
‘ all I know is that i was supposed to take care of your family. i’m sorry i couldn’t. ’
‘ it balances the need for revenge with the least loss of human life. ’
‘ may your aim be as true as your heart is pure. ’
‘ i’m sorry so much burden fell on you. i know you’ll never escape it. ’
‘ if I had to put you through it again for this outcome, i would. ’
‘ you came home. ’
‘ we’ve all suffered. but we owe it to their memories to do our best with these lives. ’
‘ i hope you're finding some peace. ’
‘ but there are much worse games to play. ’
ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـ____________ @inferism
Eyes wide open.
Death isn’t supposed to look like this.
Case feels certainty like heartbreak running parallel lines as he peers through silver nine accord Ti VERA glasses. He knows who’s behind this. He left no shadow of a doubt that it was his work. Tried and trialled.
There are two kinds of people in the legal field. The ones who want to change the world and the ones who crave prestige-cum-validation. A hidden third exists: the challengers. Minds that hunger for stimulation. Perhaps masochistic. Case recognises himself there. Why else would he uproot a perfectly stable, albeit soulless, life to work with gods? (Of course, he wasn’t given much choice in the matter. Divine commands are divine commands. Don’t fight destiny.)
You know what else starts with D?
You guessed it.
(That he can fight.)
Case rests on one knee and summons his rod, half-flail, half-crook, into hand. Muttering a word, ‘ankh (life)’ in Egyptian, the body trembles, shivers, resurrects. The dead are granted a second, third chance. Blessed. Case half-wonders if this — whatever he’s doing — is truly a blessing. He dismisses the thought as swiftly as always. Walking away, he waits. He knows they’ll appear. Because he will.
At least Case isn’t on his back this time. Dead.
“Dick.”
He utters, leaning against a tombstone (permission granted). Just because he’s died before doesn’t make him owned. Soul or else. And just because D’s the son of Hades doesn’t make stealing souls right. Case deems him encroaching on Osiris’s territory. What are they, if not representatives of their gods?
“Resurrect my souls again,” Case says, voice low, eyes narrow, rod twitching in his grip, “And I’ll kill you.”
The graveyard was still, a hush draped over stone and soil like a shroud. Moonlight sifted through bare branches, silvering the crooked markers and the grass that leaned, brittle and colorless, against the windless dark. The earth smelled of rust and rain, heavy with the memory of all it had swallowed tonight. And yet, the silence here was not empty. No, it was held, drawn taut by the figure who stood at its center.
Shadows bent toward Daon as though they were compelled, not drifting but settling into precise, unyielding shapes at his feet. They gathered around him the very same way rivers gather to the sea, inevitable, unresisting. He did not need to posture, for the air itself adjusted to his presence, pressed tight and thin as though wary of drawing too much breath. His gaze fell upon Case with the weight of stone lowered upon stone, untouched by the threat that bristled before him.
When he spoke, his voice was even, stripped bare of ornament, but carrying the resonance of something ancient.
“Kill me?”
Adorable.
"Do you really think you can kill me?"
He closed the distance without haste, the shadows lengthening in his wake like a blade that had just been drawn. The chill that accompanied him was not of the weather, but of crypts and sealed vaults, creeping into marrow. When he stood before case, he lifted one hand and pressed a finger beneath their chin. The touch was light, almost careless, yet it forced Case's face up until their gazes locked.
"Go on, then. Show me what you're capable of."
Baekhyun's laugh rasped out, low and sharp, leathered in nothing less than mockery. He refused to grant Daon the satisfaction of seeing him falter — not when every coil of him thrummed with the kind of heat his counterpart believed he could command. So when the bone-crushing grasp came, all it earned was a delightful shudder that rippled through him from head to toe.
It was dangerous, painful, and yet he reveled in it.
"I don’t beg." He bit back, a breath ghosting over the other's lips as his tongue rolled over his own, savoring the lingering strikes of blood. The scorching warmth flourishing beneath their skin was all but suffocating, and yet the vampire did not attempt to gasp for air, to break from the godly shackles now bruising his porcelain flesh. "I take."
A cunning smile painted his features beneath the shadows, as though the tension between them amused him as much as it provoked. "Try to make me remember, and I'll teach you a new way to forget." Crimson bled over steel-blue hues in an instant as his gaze shifted to the glistening line of blood adorning the taller's neck.
He would die before admitting just how delectable it tasted.
And so Baekhyun forced himself to snap back to Daon, his head moving in a swift motion to break the hold on his chin. His voice fell to velvet, laced with threat and dark allure. "You're reckless, Daon. Delightfully reckless. Keep testing me, and we'll see who's still standing when dawn comes to hate us."
How cute.
Daon's smirk carved deeper, slow and almost predatory, as though Baekhyun's defiance was nothing more than the sweetest provocation he had ever encountered. He relished every spark of defiance, every hiss of mockery that spilled from their lips. His grip tightened, bone and sinew straining beneath his hand, a punishing hold meant to remind them where strength truly resided.
"Be my guest." He breathed, each syllable a coil of smoke against the vampire's mouth. His thumb pressed harder against the hinge of their jaw, forcing their head back until the pale line of their throat arched, exposed like a sacrament. "Steal from me, bite me, bleed me dry, but tell me—" his voice dropped to a husky rasp, teeth grazing the air between them, "—how long do you think you can last before your body betrays you, trembling under the very hands you pretend to despise?"
His lips brushed the shell of Baekhyun's ear, not a kiss but a threat dressed in affinity. The potion burned hot through his veins, stripping reason into raw want, twisting arrogance into something more personal, more dangerous. Selfish, maybe? Gluttonous, even. He pressed in, chest to chest, hips pinning the other firmly against the wall with a brutal intimacy that left no space to breathe. His breath ghosted hot across their skin as he leaned closer, brushing a loose lock of hair behind their ear.
"Go on, submit." He whispered, savoring the word as though it were already the truth. "Give me the sound of it, the taste of it. Let me hear you surrender before the night devours us both."

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` * 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 : 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘴. 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩. 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 (+ 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦) 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦.
𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 -
01. avoids eye contact or looking at the floor. 02. wringing hands together in silence. 03. fidgeting with the hem of their shirt, unable to stay still. 04. looking at receiver in long silence before looking away. 05. silently leaves a folded note on the table in front of the other. 06. touches the others arm but pulls back out of guilt.
𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 -
01. slams fist onto a table without saying a word. 02. exhaling sharply through their nose and clenching their jaw. 03. throws an object across the room. 04. crossing their arms tightly, digging fingers into their own skin. 05. pacing the room with heavy steps. 06. glares at the other with a clenched fist.
𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 -
01. gently pushing stray hair behind the others ear. 02. resting their forehead against the others. 03. cups the others face with both hands. 04. pressing a kiss to the others forehead in silence. 05. lingering touches against the others face. 06. wraps their arms around the other from behind and rests their head on the others shoulder.
𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 -
01. wiping their eyes before someone can notice. 02. pressing their face into a pillow to muffle sobs. 03. pulls the other into a desperate hug and wont let go. 04. silently reaching for the others hand, needing comfort. 05. walks into the room with red-rimmed eyes and no words.
𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 -
01. spins the other around without warning in a hug. 02. links arms with the other and tugs them along happily. 03. provides the other with a handmade gift. 04. tackles the other in a sudden and joyful hug. 05. kisses the others cheek unexpectedly and grins.
𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 -
01. backing away slowly and looking for exits. 02. hiding behind the other and peeking around. 03. flinches at sudden movement from the other. 04. presses their back against the wall with eyes darting around the room. 05. jumps at a noise and instinctively grabs the others hand.
𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠
01. tucks a blanket gently around the other person's shoulders. 02. applies a bandage with slow and deliberate care. 03. brings them food and water and watches to ensure they eat. 04. runs fingers through their hair in efforts to soothe. 05. rubs soothing circles on the others back while they cry. 06. stays silently by the others side in support without saying a word.
𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠
01. raises a hand but hesitates. 02. grips the others arm a bit too tightly. 03. pushes the other away with more force than necessary. 04. turns their back on the other to begin walking away without a word. 05. rips a shared photo in half without a word. 06. steps in closely with cold and narrowed eyes.
love potion n.5 // @inferism
Baekhyun let his head fall back against the wall, a sigh escaping his lips heavy with annoyance and amusement. "You think of me as a trophy to claim as your own?" He echoed, tone light as silk, laced with mockery. "I'm no prize, Daon. Never have been. Never will be." A smirk curves at the edge of his lips as his gaze slid lazily up to meet crimson eyes, deliberately unbothered by the weight of Daon's hold.
Instead of struggling, he shifted. The smallest roll of his hips brought his thigh sliding between the taller's, pressing close enough to test the lines of his composure. It was a slow, taunting movement, not desperate but intentional — an indulgence designed to turn the cage into a game. His breath ghosted against the other's mouth as he leaned in closer, the curl of his lips a quiet promise.
"You want to pin me?" Baekhyun murmured, the words grazing Daon's skin as though they belonged there. "Then you should be ready for what I'll do with the space you leave me."
Before the demigod could twist it back into one of his smug grins, Baekhyun turned his head sharply, lips grazing the curve of his throat in a fleeting brush of intimacy. Then fangs sank deep into delicious flesh. The bite was precise, unapologetic, his thigh pressing firmer in tandem with the puncture as though claiming his own leverage in the stalemate.
Blood blossomed warm against his tongue, thrilling and electric, and Baekhyun exhaled a low sound that was half-laugh, half-growl, vibrating against Daon's skin. He lingered long enough to savor, to remind the god spawn that desire and defiance could bleed together. When he finally drew back, his mouth stained red, his smile was pure provocation.
"You wish I was yours, little wolf." The vampire mused, voice husky, teasing, his head lolling back against the wall as steel blue hues remain trained on the taller man.
His breath hitched, not from the pain of the bite, but from something far more insidious. A low laugh unfurled from his chest, dark and molten, as if Baekhyun’s fangs had struck a hidden vein of pleasure instead of weakness. His grip on the other’s wrist tightened mercilessly, tendons flexing like iron bands until the bones themselves seemed to bite back in protest.
“Bold little thing, aren’t we?” He rasped, his voice thick with a dangerous amusement. His free hand slid up, catching their jaw in his palm, forcing their chin higher with a bruising kind of tenderness. Crimson smeared across his thumb as he dragged it slow over their lips, marking them with his own blood. “You bit me like you want to own me, too.”
His eyes burned, fever-bright, as if the potion roared through him like a wildfire, twisting loathing into something akin to hunger. Daon leaned in until their lips barely touched, his words searing against the vampire’s skin.
“But I don’t break, Baekhyun. I revel.” A smirk curved sharp at the corner of his mouth, breath warm and unrelenting. “And if you keep sinking those fangs into me, I’ll make sure you remember what it feels like to beg for more.”
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Daon accidentally drinks a love potion and falls for Baekhyun.
Baekhyun scarcely had time to breathe before their wrist was caught and driven back against the wall, the impact sharply reverberated through the stone, as if Daon wanted them to feel the weight of his strength rather than hear it. Shadows clung to the edges of his grin, a lazy curve of arrogance that could have been mistaken for amusement had it not been for the fevered, dangerous light smoldering in his crimson gaze.
"Strange, isn't it?" He murmured, voice thick with insolent drawl. He leaned in close until his breath spilled hot against the shell of Baekhyun's ear. "I've always found you insufferable. Still do, if I'm being honest." His thumb pressed against the quickening pulse at the vampire's wrist, savoring the fragile drum beneath his hold. "So why is it that the thought of anyone else touching my precious little puppy make me want to snap their spine?"
Each attempt the other tried to make to free themself from his grasp was useless. Daon's grip shifted with predatory ease, dragging their arm high above their head, pining them as if it were the most natural thing to do in this world. He caged them there, half mockery, half possession, his mouth tilting into a smirk that dripped with cruel delight.
"You despise me, don't you?" He whispered, his nose brushing the curve of Baekhyun's jaw as though intimacy itself were a taunt. "Good. Hate me. It means I get to linger this close, where no one else can."
His free hand slid down, splaying across Baekhyun's hip, firm and unyielding. He handled him with the confidence of someone who never asked, only took, like resistance only further fueled his hunger. "You can scowl and spit fire all you want," Daon's voice dropped to a rasp, his lips grazing the edge of Baekhyun's skin without granting the mercy of distance or contact. "But fate's played its hand. You're mine now, whether you curse it or not."
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after severely wounding receiver, sender approaches them menacingly.
Blood poured hot from the gash at his side, slicking through his fingers, dripping in a steady rhythm onto the ground. Each drop landed with a hiss, as though even the ground itself recoiled from it. His chest heaved, every inhale dragging fire through his ribs, every exhale shaking with the violence thrumming beneath his skin.
The insult of it burned hotter than the wound itself. Someone had dared to make him bleed. Dared to mar him, as though he were prey. The very thought made his jaw clench until his teeth ached. His lips curled into a poisonous smile, and then came a low, cracked laugh, serrated at the edges. It spilled into the air like something unholy, mocking, furious—unrestrained.
Earth bled with him when he broke. Fissures ripped outward in every direction, shattering the soil beneath his designer boots. Heat surged up from the cracks, black flames shooting toward the sky whilst the ground quacked in waves, loose stone rattling and dirt trembling as if the world itself feared his fury. Chains burst from the fissures next, links forged in shadows, glowing red and violet with the heat of the abyss. They writhed, alive, sparks spitting from them as they lashed at the air, their rattling sounded similar to the grinding of a bone. From the rifts came skeletal hands charred back, dragging themselves into the world, wreathed in violent flames that clung to their bones without consuming them.
The air itself thickened, suffocating, smoke and sulfur clogging every breath. Trees at the edge of the field caught fire without a spark touching them, their trunks splitting, branches igniting in flames. Stone blistered, cracking under the heat, curling like parchment in a forge. Phantoms rose shrieking, their cries so sharp they made the night quiver. They didn’t linger, no. They hurled themselves forward, fire clinging to their hollow forms, a storm of flames racing to tear apart anything that stood in its path.
Daon stepped into the blaze and it crowned him. Fire wrapped around his body like armor, shadows twisting monstrous behind him. His wound still bled freely, but the pain was gone, swallowed by the power burning through him. Every flicker of flame against his skin felt like a heartbeat, steady and inexhaustible.
His grin split wider, cruel, venomous, eyes glowing molten through the smoke. His voice dropped low, heavy, dripping with arrogance even as it trembled with barely contained rage. “You should have finished me,” he rasped, laughter tearing through again, wild and mocking. “Because now…”
The inferno surged at his command, chains cracking like thunder, trees collapsing in showers of embers, the ground splitting open wider, the air blistering hot enough to peel flesh. His wrath devoured everything, reshaping the world into his image—violent, relentless, absolute. “…I’m fucking pissed.”
sender gently dabs the blood from receiver's face with a wet cloth. (from Haneul)
The night pressed close around them, softened only by the steady hush of rain threading against the windowpanes. A lantern smoldered low on the floorboards, its flames swaying with each faint draft that passed by them. The air carried the metallic tang of blood, diluted now by water, but still sharp enough to linger on the tongue.
Haneul sat in front of him, their posture composed, though the cloth in their hand moved with a tenderness that betrayed the precision of a healer’s touch. The other dipped and pressed, slow arcs across Daon’s cheekbone, where the crimson clung stubbornly to his pale skin. Their fingers brushed too close, and they withdraw only slightly, their lashes lowering as though in apology. Every movement they made felt deliberate in its nature, an unspoken vow to not let the brutality of what had passed leave its stain here.
Daon, on the other hand, was a portrait of ease and arrogance. One arm draped over the ridge of his bent knee, fingers tapping idly against the fabric of his trousers, the other leg stretched outward in a careless sprawl that claimed the space between them. The lantern light carved across his mouth, catching the faint curl of amusement that had been there since the first touch. His eyes never left Haneul, dark and gleaming with something both predatory and playful.
Then, with a slow shift, he leaned forward, closing the scant distance as though it had always belonged to him. The shadows bent with him, the air thickening where their breaths began to mingle. His smirk deepened, the words unfurling from his lips in a low murmur. “Careful, sweetheart,” he drawled, his gaze narrowing, sharp and unrelenting. “Keep touching me like that, and I’ll start to think you’re enjoying this.”
✱˚。⋆ ↪ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐁. ( a collection of violence & injury - based action prompts. adjust phrasing / reverse roles as desired. mature themes ahead. absolutely do not use these for non-con. )
[ 01. ] sender takes receiver down to the ground during a fight. [ 02. ] sender leaves scratches / bruises on receiver's body. [ 03. ] sender cruelly applies pressure to receiver's [ wound / bruise ]. [ 04. ] sender lightly trails a sharp knife across receiver's cheek. [ 05. ] sender wraps a hand around receiver's neck & cuts off their oxygen. [ 06. ] after a long - winded chase, sender finally corners receiver. [ 07. ] sender holds a knife to receiver's throat, blade nicking their skin. [ 08. ] sender pushes receiver into a wall & pins them there. [ 09. ] sender has poisoned receiver's [ drink / food ]. [ 10. ] sender aims a loaded gun at receiver, cocking the hammer. [ 11. ] sender suddenly throws a punch at receiver during a confrontation. [ 12. ] sender hurls an item across the room at receiver's head. [ 13. ] sender forcefully pushes receiver's head underwater. [ 14. ] sender unexpectedly arrives at receiver's home covered in blood & bruises. [ 15. ] sender pleads for receiver to help them with hiding a body. [ 16. ] sender is knocked out during a fight, & wakes up in receiver's home. [ 17. ] sender gently dabs the blood from receiver's face with a wet cloth. [ 18. ] sender crafts a tourniquet from their own clothes to stop receiver's bleeding. [ 19. ] after severely wounding receiver, sender approaches them menacingly. [ 20. ] sender takes receiver by the throat & lifts them off the floor. [ 21. ] sender licks receiver's blood from their fingers. [ 22. ] sender viciously bites receiver during a struggle. [ 23. ] sender draws receiver's blood for the first time. [ 24 ] sender grabs receiver's hair, forcing their bloodied face up to look at them. [ 25. ] sender straddles receiver to pin them to the floor.
[ 26. ] receiver wakes up tied to a chair, sender standing before them. [ 27. ] sender threatens receiver with torture in order to extract information. [ 28. ] sender is severely injured & receiver must dial an emergency number. [ 29. ] sender, bleeding through their bandages, faints in front of receiver. [ 30. ] sender goes to strike receiver with a [ blunt object ]. [ 31. ] finally in position, sender can't make themself kill receiver. [ 32. ] sender intentionally breaks one of receiver's bones to demobilize them. [ 33. ] sender deprives receiver of sustenance for an extended period of time. [ 34. ] sender slaps receiver across the face in a moment of anger. [ 35. ] through [ coercion / force ] sender makes receiver kneel before them. [ 36. ] sender prepares to make the killing blow upon receiver. [ 37. ] sender jumps in front of a strike meant for receiver. [ 37. ] after a third party threatens receiver, sender takes revenge & attacks them. [ 38. ] sender has taken a third party prisoner as an offering to receiver. [ 39. ] sender, in a frenzy, hunts receiver through the vast dark wilderness. [ 40. ] receiver is trapped in a maze-like structure with sender hunting them down. [ 41. ] sender draws receiver a hot bath to soothe their wounds. [ 42. ] sender begs receiver not to succumb to their injuries. [ 43. ] sender harshly takes receiver by the chin, forcing eye contact. [ 44. ] sender is in the hospital, severely injured, & receiver just got the news. [ 45. ] sender is the first person receiver sees after returning to consciousness.