#or encouraging him to think for himself and trust his instincts

[sir-adamus]

Hobie’s response to being reminded about losing someone close to him by reacting with hostile dismissiveness makes sense

he sees this for exactly what it is - Miguel using that trauma to manipulate and control the other Spiders - and it pisses him off instead of letting the sadness over it override his judgment

[misswynters]

Aemond Targaryen as your husband: headcanon

[a/n: there are some sensual undertones here so if you don’t wanna read that you can skip it. it’s after the seperator

[note | pls don’t just like, reblog & give me feedback. i don’t want to get shadowbanned

similar | jace | aegon | cregan | daeron | gwayne

Aemond is fiercely protective of you. His intense loyalty means he is always by your side, ensuring your safety and well-being. He often places himself between you and any perceived threat, his hand instinctively reaching for his sword.

Aemond isn’t one for grand romantic gestures, but his love for you is evident in the small things. He brushes your hair out of your face, ensures your chambers are always warm, and leaves books he thinks you’d enjoy on your bedside table.

As your husband, Aemond values your opinion on matters of state and politics. He seeks your counsel in private, trusting your judgment and treating you as an equal partner in all decisions.

Aemond admires your intelligence and enjoys engaging in deep conversations with you. Whether it’s discussing the histories of Westeros, strategy, or philosophy, he relishes the intellectual stimulation you provide.

Aemond respects your strength and encourages you to train with him. He enjoys sparring sessions where you both hone your skills, often leading to playful banter and mutual admiration.

You and Aemond have an unspoken bond, sharing secrets that no one else knows. He trusts you implicitly and confides in you about his deepest fears and ambitions.

Despite his stern exterior, Aemond has a soft spot for you. In private, he’s tender and gentle, often holding you close and whispering sweet nothings that contrast sharply with his public demeanor.

Aemond enjoys gifting you rare and precious items, from intricate jewelry to exotic silks. He takes pride in finding unique treasures that reflect your tastes and interests.

One of your favorite pastimes is riding Vhagar together. The thrill of soaring through the skies, feeling the wind in your hair, and the shared experience of dragon riding brings you closer. Aemond often points out landmarks and recounts stories from his childhood as you fly.

Aemond’s loyalty to you is unwavering. He defends your honor fiercely and would go to great lengths to protect you from harm. His love is intense and all-consuming, leaving no room for doubt.

Through your relationship, Aemond learns to open up more emotionally. Your patience and understanding help him grow, allowing him to express his feelings more freely and strengthening your bond.

Aemond is your biggest supporter. Whether you’re pursuing a personal project or navigating court politics, he’s always there to offer encouragement and practical advice.

Aemond is devoted to your future children. He takes an active role in their upbringing, ensuring they are well-educated and trained. He often tells them stories of his own adventures and the legacy of House Targaryen.

Despite the challenges you face, your bond with Aemond is unbreakable. Together, you are a formidable team, facing the world with strength and determination. Your love for each other is a constant source of comfort and inspiration, guiding you through the trials of life in Westeros.

Aemond’s eye always finds you in a room full of people. The way he looks at you, with a mix of desire and admiration, sends shivers down your spine. His gaze alone can make you feel cherished and wanted.

In private, Aemond’s touches are gentle and deliberate. He traces his fingers along your skin, memorizing every curve and line. Whether it’s a light touch on your hand or a caress along your back, he makes you feel treasured.

Aemond’s kisses are a mix of urgency and tenderness. He captures your lips with an intensity that leaves you breathless, his hands cradling your face as if you’re the most precious thing in the world.

Late at night, when the castle is quiet, Aemond whispers sweet and sultry words in your ear. He tells you of his desires, his dreams, and how deeply he loves you. His voice, low and husky, wraps around you like a warm embrace.

Aemond takes his time when you’re having sex. He believes in savoring every moment, exploring your body with a careful and practiced touch. His focus is entirely on your pleasure, ensuring you feel loved and satisfied.

There’s a powerful, unspoken connection between you. A single look from Aemond can communicate a thousand words. In moments of intimacy, you don’t need to speak; your bodies and souls understand each other perfectly.

After a long day, Aemond loves to hold you close. He wraps his arms around you, his body shielding yours. The warmth of his embrace and the steady beat of his heart are the ultimate comfort, making you feel safe and adored. Giving you the love that his mother didn’t give him.

Aemond is particularly affectionate in the mornings. He wakes you with soft kisses on your neck and shoulders, his hands gently exploring your body as he whispers good morning. These moments set a loving tone for the day ahead.

Aemond enjoys sharing baths with you. The intimacy of washing each other, feeling the warm water and his hands on your skin, creates a deep bond. He loves to see you relaxed and content, and he takes his time, making sure every touch is soothing and sensual.

Despite his duties, Aemond finds time for secret sex. Whether it’s a secluded garden or a hidden room in the castle, he ensures you have moments of privacy to express your love and passion freely.

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[strawberri-yan]

TW: Yandere!Jingren x reader, chase scene, nothing explicit, light thriller read, usual yandere stuff

(A/n: Happy Halloween 🎃 🖤💜 A little treat for you guys while I was away. Hope you all enjoy! And yes jingren are an already established couple here, they just saw you and thought you were to cute to not snatch up )

The night was dense and suffocating, shadows stretching far too close as you darted down the dimly lit corridors of the Xianzhou Luofu. Your footsteps echoed against the cold, polished floors, heart hammering in your chest as panic twisted like a vice around you. You had to keep moving. You had no other choice.

 He was close, you could feel it. That stellaron hunter, Blade, moved like a ghost and you had no idea how far, or perhaps close, he was. You couldn’t bear to look back again, couldn’t bear to see him, not when his face was always calm, his lips twisted in that taunting smirk as though he were merely biding his time. Like a mouse running away from a cat toying with its food, you continued to run with no plan, no direction—all you wanted was just to get away, away from that love sick swordsman.

Just as you turned a corner, you slammed straight into a hard, unyielding chest, a solid wall of warmth that smelled faintly of cedar and iron. Strong arms instinctively caught you, steadying you before you could even think to scream.

“Careful there,” came a deep, almost amused voice, and you looked up, breath catching in your throat as you met the golden eyes of the dozing general, Jing Yuan. Relief surged through you, and you clutched at his robes, voice breaking.

“J-Jing Yuan,” you gasped, barely able to steady yourself. “Please—you have to help me. T-that wanted criminal, Blade—he’s—he’s chasing me. He’s gone mad! He wants to—” You swallowed hard, the words tumbling out in a rush. “He wants to take me away, said he’ll lock me up and keep me all to himself, forever. Please, you have to—”

But Jing Yuan’s lips curled, his golden gaze glittering with a strange amusement. He tilted his head down to you, letting out a low, almost condescending chuckle. 

“Did he now?” His tone was almost lazy, dripping with a hidden edge as he looked down at you with half lidded eyes. “Tell me, do you know whose idea this was to begin with?”

You were confused at first until realization hits you like a truck. He… orchestrated all of this? Allowed that wanted criminal to chase you down in the middle of the night by that crazed man? You took a trembling step back, Jing Yuan’s grip on your shoulders tightened, keeping you right where you were, pressed against his unyielding form. His smile only widened as he watched the realization settle over you.

“Wh-What are you talking about? Explain yourself!” you demanded

“I’ve known about it from the beginning. Encouraged it, even. He simply lacked the patience for delicacy.” Jing Yuan laughs softly despite the tense situation.

Both fear and anger took over you, you had trusted Jing Yuan, confided in him—the one person you thought could protect you from that mad man’s fixation. But instead, he’d been a silent conspirator, watching with an amused detachment, allowing this fucked up obsession to unfold. Before you could process it, a soft, steady breath warmed the back of your neck, and you froze. Blade had arrived, as silently as he’d pursued you through the streets, his presence casting a cold shadow over your trembling form. Jing Yuan didn’t move, didn’t even blink as Blade stepped closer until you felt his chest press firmly against your back. The heat of his body sent shivers down your spine, his strong arms snaking around your waist with a possessive, unyielding hold. Jing Yuan’s fingers remained on your shoulder, keeping you in place, effectively trapping you between them.

“You put on quite a chase,” Blade murmured, his voice low, each syllable measured, deliberate. His breath brushed against your ear as his hands tightened their hold, pulling you even closer. “But you know there’s no escaping, don’t you? Not from us.”

Jing Yuan’s hand slid up to cup your chin, gently forcing you to look into his eyes. They were calm, nearly serene, as if this was all a game, a carefully orchestrated plan that he’d crafted with meticulous detail. “Oh beloved, you do know our dear one does get a little skittish sometimes,” he commented, a hint of affection in his tone as he addressed Blade, though his gaze never left yours. “Though I must say, it’s rather… endearing. Like a little mouse.”

Blade hummed, his lips curving into a faint smile against the back of your neck. “Don’t act so innocent, Jing yuan. It was your idea, after all. You wanted to see them panic, to see the way fear would make them so…” His fingers brushed over your trembling hand. “Fragile. In need of saving.”

You could do nothing as you were caught between them, their bodies pressed against yours, you felt trapped as both men sandwhiched you with their overbearingly larger and more stronger frames. You had no where else to run. 

[shadowdaddies]

hi! i firstly wanted to tell you how much i love your writing and how perfectly you write every character. you’re so talented😊

i was wondering if you could write an eris x reader where it’s at the high lord meeting or some other big event and reader is part of the night court, maybe related to one of them, but mated to Eris and nobody knows. maybe something happens like Beron insults her or one of the Inner Circle insults him and they accidentally reveal the bond by getting protective? it can have like soft, comforting smut as well if you’d like but either way, i trust you completely :)

thank you so much! you are so kind, this ask made my day. and I love this prompt, I had a lot of fun writing this💜

Heated Admissions

Eris x Reader

warnings: none

Shoulders rolled back, you schooled your features into your practiced Night Court facade. A deadly glimmer shone in your eye, confident smirk on your lips as you followed you High Lord and Lady into the chambers where the other High Lords were gathered. 

Heart pounded, nostrils flaring slightly the moment you entered the room, your mate’s presence intoxicating despite your best efforts to ignore him. Like a moth to the flame, you allowed your gaze to flick to Eris’s as you took your place across him at the long table, each of you standing behind your High Lords. 

Amber eyes were already focused on you, Eris’s eyes raking over you as though he were sizing up an unworthy opponent. But behind his piercing glare, Eris sending a wave of admiration and encouragement down the bond. 

You flashed him a cocky smirk, appearing taunting to everyone else around you, all the while sending him your own love as you leaned against the wall, arms crossed as you looked down your nose at Beron.

Azriel grew tense at your side, your hand finding your friend’s arm to give a comforting squeeze, internal satisfaction seeping through you at the confirmation that the tonic had worked. Unwilling to take any chances of your hidden mateship being discovered, you and Eris had each taken a tonic to dilute the scent of the mating bond - but you had never tested it until now.

While Azriel relaxed next to you, Beron’s murky brown eyes stayed trained on you, his gaze assessing in a different way as Rhys introduced you to the room. 

“This is my Military Advisor. She will be explaining our strategy against Hybern moving forward,” Rhys drawled, a lazy smirk settling over his features, violet eyes alight with challenge as Beron and Tamlin visibly tensed.

You stepped forward, hands clasped in front of you, nodding a polite greeting to the High Lords as you prepared to lay out your proposal for a joined strategic effort. 

You’d hardly opened your mouth when Beron guffawed, allowing himself a loud, mocking laugh through his sneer. He did not address you, not Feyre, instead looking to Rhysand. 

“You think that I care what proposal some young, lowborn female has to offer? Surely, Rhysand, things cannot be going so poorly for you in the Night Court that you’ve resorted to such sad excuses for leadership and guidance.”

Rhys’s power rolled off of him in dark waves, cutting off Beron before he could continue further. But it was too late. Eris’s eyes were glowing with barely contained fury, flames sparking at his fingertips as his gaze flicked between his father and you.

Azriel tracked Eris’s reaction as well, the Illyrian’s siphons glowing a bright cobalt as he misjudged your mate’s protective instincts as a threat. Wings twitched, your only hint before Azriel lunged across the table towards Eris.

Time seemed to slow as your adrenaline kicked in, hand flying for the collar of Azriel’s leathers as you pulled him back. Hazel eyes found yours, the spymaster uncharacteristically startled by the feral anger that left your entire body shaking. “Do not touch my mate,” you growled before you could register the words.

Gasps sounded throughout the room, Azriel’s jaw slack while he relaxed, nodding at you in understanding. You flashed him an apologetic smile before turning to face the rest of the room, bracing yourself to stand against Beron’s wrath.

Instead, a frightful smile spread fully across the High Lord of Autumn’s face, a wicked gleam in his eye as his eyes roamed over your body in a far different light than earlier. “Well, my son, it seems that you have more interests in the Night Court than I’d gathered.” 

The tension grew unbearably thick, Autumn and Night Courts poised to jump at each others’ throats in the blink of an eye. 

But it was Helion who cleaved the silence like a spell, the rich timbre of his voice blanketing the room in a sense of calm. “How wonderful that two Courts so often at odds with each other would find the greatest common ground, love.” The wink he sent your way before continuing sending a furious blush over your cheeks, “but I would love to continue the conversation which so many have journeyed here for, if our lovely Military Advisor would continue.”

No one dared to question the High Lord of Day, settling in as you spoke. Leaving the meeting, you felt surprisingly optimistic from the High Lords’ reactions to your plan, Feyre and Rhys encouraging you that you would debrief further in the morning. You didn’t miss the pointed look that Rhys gave you - one that would strike fear into most anyone - indicating the debrief would include divulging of information from you about the mating bond.

Bidding them good night, you turned on your heel towards the room in which you were staying, shoulders slumped as exhaustion and anxiety weighed you down. You shouldered the door open, thinking of your mate as you stumbled through. You had wanted to see him more than anything, but after the Inner Circle’s reaction tonight, you didn’t dare seek Eris out.

Spinning around, you locked the door behind you, letting your head rest against the wood as you sighed, mind reeling with the potential ramifications of that meeting.

“Something on your mind?” a familiar voice purred from behind you, your spirits instantly lifting as you turned to see Eris’s red hair glowing in the dim faelight. A feline grin graced his lips as the Autumn Lord sprung gracefully from the bed, the smell of cinnamon invading your senses as he strode closer.

“Are you alright?” you whispered, hand finding his sharp jawline as you searched whiskey eyes for any sign of worry. Eris simply chuckled, mirthful gaze set on you as he tilted his head into your palm.

Tongue flicked out against the skin there, to be swallowed by a warm, lingering kiss that sent shivers down your spine. “I am just fine, my love. I am assessing my father’s stance on us, and will adjust my plans accordingly. For now, all I want is to be with you.”

His eyes were soft at the admission, unguarded emotion that he only allowed to you see giving you the peace you needed. “I’m all yours,” you promised, pulling your mate in for a searing kiss before you led him towards the bed.

[tealvenetianmask]

Hell's Belles and who Millie is in her relationships:

Hell’s Belles is light and cute, and the reaction I saw the most was people getting all heart-eyed over Sallie Mae, and she deserved all the love. But I think the short also gives us some real insights into Millie that people tend to overlook. And I think that’s relevant with Ghostfuckers coming up, where presumably (hopefully!) we'll learn more about her internal world and her friendship with Blitz. 

So what new information did we learn about our girl?

For one thing, it's clear that Millie and Sallie Mae are very close in age and their brothers are significantly younger. 

They ran things around the farm together and hung out all the time, probably throughout their childhoods. But I also have a hunch that Millie is the oldest- it’s just a hunch- no proof.

I think it’s because Sallie is so shaken up by her absence . . .

And also because of what we know about Millie's relationship with Moxxie. During most of the M&M centric arcs, she plays a supportive or protective role, rescuing her husband when he's in danger, comforting him when he's upset, and yes, giving him a reality check when he needs it.

In Unhappy Campers, we see that Millie believes her needs (to be supported in turn and celebrated for being her fantastic self) are neglected. A lot of youtube reactors were surprised, but I think it makes perfect sense.

This is a character with "eldest daughter syndrome," which means that she was raised to take on responsibility for others. She instinctively puts herself second and rarely thinks about it, until she realizes that her own needs are being neglected.

I think that even if Millie is the second-oldest, this still stands- I think she was the caretaker sibling, the most supportive, empathetic, and self-assured one. This is a good thing. Maybe she supported Sallie Mae through her transition. Maybe she made sure that the younger kids were taken care of and that all of the work around the farm was complete. I picture her doing all of this with the enthusiasm and joy that she brings to . . . you know . . . slaughtering dozens of enemies in one go.

I think we're seeing growth in Millie with regard to prioritizing her own needs in her relationships, even if a lot of that growth is happening in the background. In Hell's Belles, she tells Sallie Mae that their relationship is a priority without taking on all of the responsibility for that relationship herself.

So . . . we don't know much about how the friendship between Millie and Blitz started, but here's what I think based on what we know about their characters individually and the interactions we've seen.

Millie is super easygoing around Blitz and pretty tolerant of his quirky *cough- super invasive* behavior. She even plays into/encourages his sillier antics pretty often, and just generally seems to trust him as a leader/friend, and he admires her work in turn.

I think there's more to it. I think she's seen Blitz in some really dark places- did they meet in their early assassin days? Like, when Blitz was right out of his relationship with Verosika and reinventing himself?

I think that from what we know about the role Millie plays in her relationships, she was probably supportive at a time when Blitz really needed someone to be. (As for how this works with the timeline of when they each met Moxxie, maybe we'll find out!)

Anyway, I'm excited for Ghostfuckers and wish it weren't so far away. I like that it looks like there'll be some focus on Millie, and I hope we see her strengths on display (because that's always great) but also see some more of her depth. I don't think it's bad at all for her to be a caretaking/supportive friend, sister, and partner. But I guess my main message is- even though those are great things about her, she's more than that, so let's not overlook this awesome lady.

[poetry-protest-pornography]

Joke, The Fool: The Fool represents taking risks based on your instincts and intuition, improvisation, and trusting the universe and believing in the future.

Joke is quick on his feet, great at getting out of tight spots and changing gears on the fly, and the future he wants is Jack's future. He wants Jack to be free more than anything.

But also, in the closet, he got a little flicker of hope for his own wished-for future, and he held onto that and trusted his friends, and also the unexpected assist from Nada, and it got him home to Jack, where it all paid off.

Tattoo, The World: Upright, The World is assured success, recompense, and major change.

Tattoo spent a lot of time thinking about his place in the world, the value of his work, and his relationships with others this episode. He called Jack their collective big brother, he was feeding and helping Toi Tin, he has let Arun into his life and inner thoughts (and personal space).

And he stays the course instead of rushing off to rescue Joke -- trusting his friends -- and helped to see the plan through successfully.

Arun, The Moon: The Moon is all about being cautious and trusting your instincts, and, also about things not necessarily being what they seem -- such as a truth you can't admit to yourself.

We saw Arun spiral a little, devaluing his work and his ideas (even while he crocheted that adorable hat for Jack's birthday), questioning his place in the world (with The World/Tattoo, maybe?) how he could matter to his dad again, and at the heist, remembering the layout of Rosé's house incorrectly and panicking, worrying he's messed everything up, but letting his friends talk him back down.

And then he's the one that keeps Tattoo from running off.

Then, there's The Moment In The Car. Where Arun lets himself lean into Tattoo and celebrate and enjoy being wrapped around him, and then pulls away when he realizes what he's doing. So here's the thing Arun isn't ready to about to himself, and isn't ready to trust is real and not just an illusion.

Hoy, The Star: The Star brings inspiration and hope, and optimism for the future.

Hoy had always been the most optimistic of the bunch. He loves his friends, and even though he was complaining and threatening to leave this whole time, he stays, encouraging his friends and choosing the right switch and driving them all away safely.

But most importantly, he brought them all together with these cards, and he saw how they were all connected, and he knew the right symbol to use to unlock the security on the ring.

Hoy connected the dots, and Hoy was the one that Joke was ready to trust if everything went pear-shaped.

I love them.

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

By popular demand (hi Nawy) I’m making a separate post for that bit on the latest Chuuya post that I cut out about Chuuya’s relation to emotional vulnerability, and how fics exploring this could be really nice. (For clarity, I cut it out because I didn’t think it flowed with the rest of the post, even if it is related to it.)

“There is a part of Chuuya that wants to be treated kindly without expectations - real friendship, an equal dynamic. It's notable in the particular moments that actually endear him to a person - the Flags going out of their way to give him information about his past simply because they're his friends, Adam trying to cheer him up by giving him hope about finding out his identity from N, whatever happened to result in his unshakeable trust in Dazai. You could even make an argument for the way he frantically and instinctively reached out to hold his own younger, weaker clone self in his arms as he died. I keep thinking about @originalaccountname’s desire to see more fics that focus on Chuuya receiving care and allowing himself to not have to always be the strong one. I'd like to see this too tbh, but not just because Chuuya deserves to feel comfortable enough to open up these vulnerabilities - but also because the entire notion of such a thing would be deeply conflicting to him, I believe, and that could make for some intriguing character study. 

See, that no-strings kindness runs completely counter to the self-concept he has and that image of himself he's built up as "the one who does the protecting". Favours are no problem, because those don't dig into his inner self and can be easily repaid.  But when it comes to more personally meaningful gestures, he's not great at accepting them, and tends to respond in one of two ways: getting defensive and looking for the "trap" or "catch", or briefly reacting with gaping surprise or muted happiness before immediately bottling that up with feigned irritation or indifference. I'm of the mind that it would take a long time to get him to the point where he could accept personally meaningful kind gestures and, god forbid, anything to do with emotional support, because in the end, it seems like he has a much easier time taking betrayal and pain in stride than acts of care. Chuuya expects danger. Kindness without expectation towards his person appears to be more shocking.”

A lot of the fics I’ve been working on involve tackling this particular contradictory aspect of Chuuya, but unfortunately they are all wips and for some reason do not write themselves. I highly encourage anyone who likes doing character study type pieces or just likes to see their favourite characters get some affection to play with this concept a bit. There’s a lot there to work and play with!

[aventurineswife]

What do u think of...Aven, Ratio and Reca w/ a Tomboy s/o?

(If ur requests r open ofc)

HSR Characters with a Tomboy S/O

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Dr. Veritas Ratio x Reader, Mr. Reca x Reader, Tomboy!Reader, Romance, Adventure, Playful Banter, Established Relationship, Supportive Relationships

A/N: Requests are still open don't worry, anon! 🫶😇 Idk much about Mr.Reca so forgive me if I did his character wrong.

Aventurine

Aventurine admires your confidence and tomboyish style, finding your energy invigorating. You two challenge each other in playful banter and encourage one another to step out of your comfort zones.

Your dates often involve spontaneous adventures, like exploring the vibrant nightlife or going to underground gaming tournaments, where Aventurine showcases his skills.

Aventurine is incredibly supportive of your dreams and ambitions, always ready to lend a hand when you're feeling down or uncertain about your goals.

Aventurine's past struggles with trust make him wary of opening up completely, but your sincerity helps him gradually lower his defenses.

You two bond over your mutual love for gambling, often engaging in friendly competitions, whether at a casino or a video game tournament.

Aventurine has a natural instinct to protect you, which can lead to moments of tension, especially when he worries about your reckless behavior.

Dr. Veritas Ratio

Ratio appreciates your independent thought and ability to challenge him intellectually, often engaging in debates that leave both of you invigorated.

He takes on a mentor role, guiding you in academic pursuits or creative endeavors while you teach him to let loose and embrace life outside academia.

Your contrasting personalities create a unique dynamic; Ratio’s seriousness and high standards balance your carefree, spontaneous nature.

Ratio’s stern demeanor softens in private, revealing a more vulnerable side as he shares personal stories and passions, creating deeper intimacy between you two.

You might collaborate on artistic projects, blending Ratio’s intellectual creativity with your raw, authentic style, creating something genuinely original and meaningful.

Your relationship thrives on mutual respect, as you two recognize the strength in each other’s differences, pushing one another to grow.

Mr. Reca

Mr. Reca’s cynical outlook is often challenged by your optimism, leading to interesting conversations where he finds himself appreciating your perspective on life.

You inspire Mr. Reca to explore new storytelling techniques, encouraging him to break away from traditional filmmaking and experiment with new narratives.

Your interactions often involve lighthearted teasing, with Mr. Reca’s sarcasm and your witty comebacks creating a fun, dynamic relationship.

As a Memokeeper, he shares his memories with you, allowing for moments of vulnerability and connection, bridging the gap between his cynicism and your earnestness.

You become a sounding board for his frustrations about the film industry, helping him navigate his feelings and inspiring him to pursue more authentic projects.

Mr. Reca surprises you with adventurous outings to unconventional places, pushing you out of your comfort zones, which leads to memorable moments and deeper connections.

[fangirlingpuggle]

I had an idea for an AU of your "the twins are bill and Fords kids AU"

So bill finds out about the kids before they hatch(?) a bit of time before it happens in your AU Bill basically kind of just remembers "oh shit I did that with Ford I should see if it actually worked"

and then he hatches(?) them and takes them and at first because it's a ✨manipulation opportunity✨ but then oh no at least some parental instinct has emerged as he takes care of them because they're his and they're wonderful

And as they grow they develop personalities and Mabel oh how she reminds Bill so much of himself the little creature of chaos she is

And Dipper reminds him of Ford (and himself too) with that insatiable hunger for knowledge to see the secrets the universe has to offer

(And when Mabel starts becoming a bit boy crazy Bill just tells her that when she's a bit older he'll let her start her own cult)

And instead of creating things with glitter Mable creates things with the stardust her dad stole from the sky when she wanted to bedazzle her scrapbook (and also glitter because it is an item that breeds chaos and that is something Bill approves of)

And Dipper has a journal that never runs out of pages where he writes down the secrets and stories of the universe (both freely given and stolen by Bill)

And they are Bills children because how could they not be they are so fundamentally weird these nigh impossible creations that were made in a drunken haze a combination of magic and science that somehow breaks the laws of both

And Bill dreams of how when the time finally comes he shall finally bring Weirdmageddon

and he'll give them like a 10th of the planet where they can do whatever they want (because he may be a parent but he still likes to party and also doesn't want his kids to accidentally eat some hard drugs so it's basically a dedicated area for the kids where he doesn't have to worry about them too much because sometimes you just need a little you time okay!!!)

And getting back on track with the original plan surely when Ford meets the kids surely he'll at least love them as much as Bill and they can finally play one big happy Family ruling the world together

[In the meantime Ford had no idea any of this was happening didn't even know he had kids so imagine his surprise on Weirdmageddon

(Should Ford even trust these children they are Bills kids not to mention the fact that he's the one who raised them

a part of Ford wants to protect these kids another part of him thinks that Bills spawn shouldn't be trusted shouldn't exist)]

Anyway do you like my idea do you have anything you'd like to add (please say you like it 🥺🥺🥺)

(I just thought this would be a fun AU for your AU I got a bit inspired do you like it? you better like it because you have infected my brain with your ideas it's time I returned a favor with mine)

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!

Bill being so ready to use these kids as pawns and then he sees them and his heart instantly melts and 'I have only had these 2 for a moment and if anything happens to them I will burn the worlds down to the ground'

Him telling Mabel she can start her own cult is hilarious!

Dipper being like him fascinated by things out of his reach like the stars were for Bill and Bill encouraging him and making sure he can get all knowledge he wants.

Them breaking both magic and science is just perfection.

Bill giving hids a part of the world to have fun and sew their own chaos so he can have some me time, 'Ok kiddos go and do some destruction Dad is going to hang out with some friends and make a throne of human suffering ok'

OHH Ford's reaction to them is brilliant him being torn between wanting to protect his kids, but also these kids are Bill's and like him and raised by him. Probably twisted and manipulated by him and what if these kids are a trick a trap just a manipulation... he'd be in full paranoia mode.

This is so awesome!

[peachy-panic]

Wrong Place, Wrong Time (pt. 3)

Takes place directly after this.

WARNINGS: BBU, power dynamics, talk of corrupt prison system, past noncon

The mug of tea that Ezra made for Jaime sits, cooling and untouched, on the coffee table. Jaime has opted for a spot on the rug, curled in on himself with his knees hugged tight to his chest. Sebastian and Ezra follow suit, of course, sinking down across from him, but it doesn’t escape anyone’s notice—his instinct to place himself on the floor. At least he isn’t kneeling anymore.

Sebastian aches at the sight of his red-rimmed eyes, at the hollowness in his voice, at the memory of him shaking and terrified on the hardwood, forever seared into his temporal lobe. He aches to make this right, and he prays, helplessly, that he hasn’t just watched every brick they’ve laid together crumble before their eyes. 

“Would you like to ask us anything, Jaime?” Ezra begins, and Sebastian is once again grateful to have him here, ever the voice of reason.

Jaime’s swallow is loud enough to sound painful. “You don’t have to explain yourselves to me.”

He’s so closed off like this, even harder to read than usual. Is it resentment in his voice, or defeat? Sebastian doesn’t know how to reach him. 

“I rather think we do,” Ezra counters.

Jaime looks quickly to Sebastian, then down at his knees. “I don’t know what to ask.”

“Okay,” Ezra accepts easily, and Sebastian chimes in with an encouraging nod. “Would it be alright if I asked you a question? With the caveat that you do not have to answer.”

“Okay,” he agrees without looking up. 

“Has Julian—has Handler Hernandez—ever hurt you?”

Jaime’s eyes snap to him then, surprised. Ezra must spot the impending panic that Sebastian sees as well, because he raises a palm to clarify. “I know the rules against speaking about your training. I hope that you can still trust that we will never betray your confidence, but as I said, you don’t have to answer.”

“You…” Jaime begins, then falters. “But he’s your friend. Why would you believe me?”

Sebastian feels like he’s been shot in the chest. 

“You are my friend, too,” Ezra says easily. 

“Your word means everything to me, Jaime,” Sebastian adds. Those brown eyes turn on him, and maybe it’s just wishful thinking that they aren’t quite as guarded this time. “I will always believe you.”

Jaime stares at him. His gaze has never felt so heavy, as if he’s trying to see past the layers of Sebastian’s skin in search of the truth in his promise. Then, slowly, his eyes go unfocused. 

The silence goes on long enough to worry Sebastian. A hundred different possibilities come to mind, spiking his blood pressure. The idea that Jaime is bracing himself to tell them that Julian is, in fact, one of the monsters in his nightmares makes Sebastian want to peel out of the house after him and put his hands around his throat. It doesn’t matter that Julian could probably break Sebastian in half on a good day. If Jaime even implies that Julian has been hiding behind his history with the resistance as a means of abusing trainees under the radar, Sebastian will fucking—

“He didn’t,” Jaime says quietly, pulling Sebastian back to earth. “I… He… He isn’t my primary. We didn’t interact all that often, but when we did…” He shakes his head. “He wasn’t one of the handlers who crossed a line.”

Handlers, plural.

He doesn’t even think that Jaime is aware of the word choice that has sent Sebastian spiraling all over again. Multiple handlers. Multiple handlers have “crossed a line” with Jaime in that facility, a few hundred feet away from where Sebastian works. It’s not… He can’t call it a surprise. He remembers clearly the day in the clinic showers, seeing fresh bruises on Jaime’s skin, marked in places that left no room for questions. And the day in the facility bathrooms, when Sebastian walked in just as a handler was walking out, leaving Jaime alone in a stall. 

And, of course, he has had suspicions about Smith from the day he met him. Watching the way he interacts with his trainees is telling of what might happen behind closed doors. But hearing it out loud sits heavy in his chest. More than ever, he wants to burn that building to the ground with every handler locked inside. 

“That’s… good,” Sebastian manages, even though it’s a disgraceful choice of word.

Ezra nods in agreement, though. “I didn’t expect that he would have, but I wanted to hear it from you,” he says. “I have known Julian Hernandez for a long time, Jaime. I understand how it looks to you right now, but he is a good man.”

“He is one of them.” Jaime looks to Ezra when he says it, a fire in his eyes he has never shown Sebastian, wouldn’t dare turn on the person who holds his contract (or someone he also considers one of them—did he mean handlers or anyone who works there? That’s a spiral for later).

“Yes,” Ezra says evenly. “Officially, he is. And if he wasn’t, I never would have escaped.”

A stunned silence falls over them. Sebastian didn’t know that, either. 

Ezra reaches up to run a finger over the raised scar behind his ear, then looks from Sebastian to Jaime. “He helped remove the tracker himself,” he says. “Without him, we couldn’t have kept the removal undetected. It’s designed to be a bulletproof plan—it can’t be done without someone on the inside taking a risk. He never hesitated to help me.”

Jaime, mirroring him, raises a hand to touch the spot behind his ear where his own tracker is embedded in his skull. Sebastian’s stomach turns at the reminder, and he watches something like terror and wonder pass over his expression. 

“His story is a complicated one,” Ezra says. “I would like to tell you about it, if you’d like to hear it.” 

Jaime nods, and Sebastian leans in, just as eager to hear.

“Julian was in prison before I knew him,” Ezra begins. “He grew up in less than ideal circumstances and got wrapped into the wrong crowd. They got him into a lot of trouble when he was young, but it was all he knew. He was in and out of juvenile detention, and when he turned eighteen, he got a charge that stuck. He was sentenced to twenty years in prison.”  

Sebastian thinks about the playful way Aria nudges her shoulder against Julian’s when they’re together at the table, the way Julian moves so carefully around Ezra, as if he knows his very presence could be a trigger. Sebastian has been wary of him from the beginning, but even still, it’s hard to picture him as a hardened criminal. 

“This all happened right around when WRU was at its most precarious,” Ezra continues. “After the uprisings and public outrage against the Romantic sectors and the stories of extreme abuse coming to light. They were struggling to recover their image enough to stay afloat until the tides turned back in their favor, and they were specifically struggling to employ handlers. Nobody wanted to risk their reputation like that. They tried offering generous sign-on bonuses and increased salaries, but it still wasn’t enough to get them back where they needed to be. 

“Someone had the idea to create a pipeline from the prisons—a program that would train inmates who showed particular strengths and promise to become handlers as part of a contracted term, as an alternative to serving their time. Julian was one of them.”

Ezra looks from Jaime to Sebastian, clocking their looks of mirrored surprise. 

“I know that doesn’t make him clean,” he says. “It was a difficult situation, but it was still a choice that he made. For what it’s worth, he didn’t know much about the system at the time. And more to the point, he regretted it from day one. But backing out of the contract would have added ten years to his sentence. So he stayed.

“Aria met him within his first year. Really, she tracked him down. Pursued him. She had been searching for me for years. She knew I had disappeared into the system—that’s a story for another day. And she knew she needed someone on the inside to get me out. Julian was her way in. The way Aria tells it, he jumped at the chance. By then, he was eager for any way to make a bigger impact for the people suffering in that place.” He turns to Sebastian. “Reminds me of someone else I know.”

“Is that…?” They both turn at the sound of Jaime’s voice. He shrinks back a little at the attention, then clears his throat. “Sorry. Never mind.”

“What is it?” Sebastian says gently.

He opens his mouth, lips moving as he tries to form the words. He can’t look directly at Sebastian when he says, “Is that why you started working there? Because you wanted to help?”

(Okay, so it’s a spiral for right now).

Sebastian blinks. Behind his eyelids, he sees a flash of memory—nearly a year ago, lying on the floor of his apartment with a bottle of wine and an open laptop, looking at the job listing that would change his life forever—and he feels so pathetic. 

He has this sick feeling that if he told Jaime that his reasons for applying were entirely selfless, only for the purposes of helping from the inside, he would believe him. 

Sure, it was always his intention to help as much as he could once he was there, but he knows it would be a magnanimous lie to say it was anything but fear that led him to the WRU website that night. His grace period for loans was up and he was stuck without a job, completely alone in the world. Desperate was the word he would have used for that night. That was before he met people like Jaime, who taught him what real desperation looked like. How could he look him in the eye and say that now?

“I was never trying to be a hero,” he says finally. “I wish I could tell you something different. I guess…” He swallows. “I guess, like Julian, I always intended to help, but it started with a self-serving motivation. I can’t pretend otherwise.”

As the words leave his mouth, he feels so small. Now it is he who has to look down. Somewhere in the course of the past few months, Jaime has become the most important person in his life. He finds it impossible to face his judgment

“Thank you,” Jaime says, surprising him. “For being honest.”

Sebastian shakes his head, feeling a little nauseous. “Please,” he says. “Don’t… don’t thank me.”

“I…” Jaime looks at him, hesitating, then seeming to draw strength from the silent approval on his face. “I never knew what to make of it. Of you being in that place. Sometimes I still…” He shakes his head, closing his eyes. “When you come home, I can smell it on you. That place. And it… It’s hard.”

Guilt eats through his stomach lining, threatening to dissolve him entirely where he sits. I’m going to quit, the thought comes to his head without hesitation. I will quit tomorrow. Right now. I will email in my resignation, no two weeks, no notice. I will never violate Jaime’s home, his safe space, with that nightmare again.

But it’s not that simple, is it? Without his connection to that place, will he jeopardize his chances of renewing Jaime’s contract? Without another job lined up right away, will he be able to pay for it? And what happens to the dozens of other patients he will leave to Greer’s cruel hands?

This isn’t the kind of decision he can make in a split second of emotion. Not anymore. 

From now on, though, he will shower before he leaves work. He will bring an extra pair of clothes and only leave them in the car to change. He can do that much at least. 

“I’m so sorry,” Sebastian says.

“But you did help me,” Jaime says. “You do, I mean, presently. Obviously. I’m… I’m here. But back then, I mean. In the facility. You helped me so much.”

“It never felt like enough.”

“It was everything to me.” The intensity in his words draws Sebastian’s eyes back to his. “You kept me alive in that place. I’m glad you were there.”

It’s hard to take the words at face value when some part of him fears that Jaime is saying them out of some sense of obligation. But the worst thing he can do now is take any more agency away from Jaime by discounting anything he has to say. 

Before he can respond, though, Jaime asks, “You really would have believed me? If I told you that Handler—that your friend had hurt me?”

That requires no hesitation on Sebastian’s part. “I would have killed him myself.”

Jaime stares at him for a few seconds, nods, then finally wraps his hands around the cup of tea on the coffee table. Surely it’s cooled to room temperature by now, but he looks content as he takes a sip. 

“I’d like to say one more thing,” Ezra adds, gracefully ushering himself back into the conversation. “Jaime, nobody brought you here, into this circle, with explicit intentions of doing anything except making you comfortable and happy. Nobody is here to pressure you in any direction, especially with something as risky as this.” Ezra leans forward, fixing him with an earnest stare. “But you need to know that if you said the word, we would move mountains to get you out.”

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[darkcomets]

God I was not ready for that 😭

MAJOR SPOILERS LOL

BAKUGO’S DEATH HAD NO RIGHT BEING THAT GOOD, GOD DAMMIT-

Boy don’t I love seeing my favourite character die

I love his character and development, and while I know that he’s coming back, I’m still crying over this. Well done MHA, you’ve officially broken me for life

Bakugo started off as an absolute asshole of a kid, a product of society. Because of his quirk, he was always complimented and encouraged by his classmates, which helped inflate his ego. He was bratty and aggressive, mainly thinking of himself, constantly trying to beat down Midoriya because of his own insecurities.

But because of the newer environment at UA and all of the villain attacks and events that forces high schoolers into situations they shouldn’t have to handle yet, Bakugo has been forced to see that he isn’t the strongest person around, and that he isn’t the centre of the world. A fact that he eventually has to accept. And we can see that it works. Bakugo and Midoriya’s relationship throughout the series is one of the most important ones (in my opinion) for both of their characters and perhaps the storyline too. It starts off with a bully and victim, two people who have been stuck with each other for basically their entire lives. Bakugo bullied and abused Midoriya for his quirkless mess to make himself feel superior, and once they got into UA, the bullying died down because of the new environment they’re in that won’t enable Bakugo’s behaviour, but their relationship was still strained. After being forced to work together time after time again, they eventually start to learn to work together. Then Camino happened and Bakugo basically broke down in front of Midoriya, expressing his frustrations and anger at his weakness and Midoriya’s newfound strength, and the two of them fought. The fight ended pretty quickly (I think), but by the end of it, the two seemed to have gained a better understanding of each other.

In the movie, Heroes Rising, we can see the two now being able to work together. Izuku is at a point where he is able to trust Bakugo with giving him One For All, and Bakugo asks him ‘What about your dream?’ He is literally thinking about Izuku in this moment, and his future, and sounds like he is almost worried. While he doesn’t remember anything afterwards, it was a hell of a fight, and their relationship has continued to evolve.

In Season 6, during the first war, Bakugo literally sacrifices himself for Midoriya. His body ‘moved without thinking’ so it was an instinct to protect Midoriya, someone he used to despise and constantly shit on. And during Deku’s vigilante arc, he not only stood in front of Class 1A and somewhat led them in the search for him, he apologises to Midoriya for everything he had done. Of course, an apology can’t undo everything that he had done to Deku in middle school and before that, but it is a huge development in his character. Because the Bakugo that we started off with would never have ever apologised once. Bakugo is calm throughout the entire apology, and not an inch of anger or aggression is shown in his expression, this is pure and genuine emotion. He admits his weaknesses and his reasons for his actions towards Midoriya, acknowledging them as something he should not have done. He knows that an apology doesn’t change what he has done, but Bakugo is willing to change. He is starting this change by calling Midoriya ‘Izuku’ instead of Deku. Bakugo using his first name shows how their relationship has grown immensely and that they really have gotten closer. It’s a huge moment for the two of them, and what ultimately causes Izuku to finally relent and falls into Bakugo’s arms. And now in Season 7, during the battle against Shigaraki, Bakugo reflects on things with Shigaraki’s words. And most of those thoughts is Izuku. And right as he’s walking up to Shigaraki, ready to fight again, he is thinking of Izuku. He thinks about All Might, and admits himself that he was ‘kind of a brat’ when they first met (slight understatement, but still). And right as his body falls onto the ground, the All Might card he opened with Izuku falls next to him. He kept it, after all those years. Something he opened with Midoriya. Personally, I see it as some kind of significance that it’s Izuku losing a key part of him. They started this journey together, and now one of them has fallen, and two has become one. I am not ready to see his reaction oh my god-

That’s just how I see things. I might be a bit biased as a bkdk shipper, and I probably got some things wrong since I haven’t watched the anime in a short while, but that’s my view on this. Bakugo isn’t a saint for apologising and calling Izuku by his actual name, but I think that’s the whole point of his character development. Going from an absolute asshole who looks down on everybody around him and thinks himself better than those around him, to someone who knows that he was wrong for his previous actions and has started to learn to work with the people around him. Someone who still has his flaws but is learning to get over them, acknowledging his own weaknesses. Bakugo isn’t an amazingly kind person like Izuku, but he has still made amazing development in character. And that’s what makes him one of my favourite

Damn this is long 😭

Tell me if I got anything wrong or missed anything out

[intimidating-fettuccine]

Hi hi!! Can I request a (Any character/s of your choosing) with a young teen reader who died an eldritch being?

I just wanted some comforting dad content

Slender:

While you're not the first teen he's brought into the mansion, you are the first that's become an eldritch being. Slender's father had died and become an eldritch, and so Slender is familiar with the process and the fact that you'd dealt with great, unimaginable suffering in your human life for you to have become an eldritch. Slender does his best to care for you, welcoming you into the mansion and providing you with everything you might need. He also makes sure to get you into a form of therapy (whether with him or with a therapist he trusts and respects) because he knows you have a lot of trauma to unpack. He does his best to let you know you have a home and a safe family now, introducing you to the others, taking an interest in you and your hobbies and likes, and making sure you feel loved and supported. He has an open-door policy, and he encourages you to seek him or any of the others out should you need someone to talk to. He also does his best to try and help you figure out any powers and abilities you might have and how to use them, although if he struggles he'll take you to his mother for extra guidance, as she's better at these things than he is. He makes sure to work it into you that powers such as these are not to be taken for granted, and for you to use them safely and only for good reason. Slender promises to both you and himself that he'll do his absolute best for you, to give you a better life and to help you recover from the scars of your last one. With everyone around you, supporting you and helping you relax, it's not too long before Slender sees energy returning to you, excitement as you run around with the members of the mansion, and it makes him so unbelievably happy to have been able to give something like this to you.

Zalgo:

New eldritch beings are rare, and as the king of the Underworld one of Zalgo's responsibilities is identifying them and their abilities, and that's what he does with you, intending to leave you alone to try and survive just like everyone else, but... He can't bring himself to do it, no matter how firmly he insisted to himself that he would. You're just so young and scared, fearful and timid, not at all fit to be surviving on your own as such a competitively violent species that eldritch beings can be, so, he caves and takes you in. He has no clue what he's doing, after all his own upbringing was rather unorthodox and cruel, so he struggles in the beginning to figure out how to effectively parent and assist someone like you. He does have his staff help out, having them help you settle in, having them make sure you're eating and staying hydrated. I think like Slender he would try to get you a therapist in the Underworld, probably the best one money can get, and he (quite clumsily) tries to socialize with you and make sure you know that you can count on him and ask him or any of his staff for help if you need it. He's much more equipped to help you learn to control your powers than Slender is, and he spends a bit of time before you both go to bed every night helping you practice how to use them, and he always goes at your own pace, never forcing you and never getting upset if you fail. Eventually, the two of you settle into a rhythm, and you begin to seem much more at peace than when you first arrived, and Zalgo continuously finds himself surprised at how much his parental instincts seem to be growing. He feels glad that he had rescued you, as with how attached to you he's become, he couldn't imagine throwing you out to the wolves like that now. No, you belong at his castle. At home. 

[blue--ingenue]

Albus Anger Headcanons [Part 1]

Author's Note: Based on an ask from the lovely @luuhy-blue asking about Albus' anger. I wanted to explore how his anger evolved since first coming to Hogwarts. Most of these are based on Thomas Grant's portrayal of Al. This is going to be an ongoing series because I was editing and realized I have too much to cover in a single post. [Content Warnings: mentions of depression, anxiety]

it begins as betrayal. in the first scene we see Albus - anxious of the crowd gawking at his family, terrified at the prospect of being sorted into Slytherin - and his immediate instinct is to seek comfort from his dad. at this point in his life he trusts Harry wholeheartedly, only calming down once he tells Al he needn't be afraid

he's tender-hearted, funny, and sweet, but the relentless bullying encourages him to stuff away those parts of him to make himself a smaller target. we see some of his goofiness throughout the play - and only when he's with people he feels safe with:

lifting his broom above his head and laughing while saying "up" in a silly voice; he isn't too upset about being the only one whose broom doesn't cooperate, but once Polly and his classmates mock him instead of laughing along, he deflates. they tell him he's m like Harry, call him the 'Slytherin Squib,' and he retreats into himself. we don't see this lighthearted side of him for awhile

he trusts Scorpius with every fiber of his being. up in the Owlery he pretends to echo his voice, joking that using Bombarda to destroy the timeturner would wake everyone in the castle. Scorpius' smile at this rarely-seen side of Al is positively beaming

we see this one more time at the end of the play - when he talks with Harry at Cedric's grave. he's beginning to trust his father again and jokes about wanting to go into pigeon racing after graduation

focusing back on his first few years at Hogwarts, we see Harry belittle and ignore his pain. Hogwarts was Harry's sanctuary - the place that saved him from the Dursley's, offered escape from his abusive relatives, taught him magic, offered the only connection to his parents that he's ever known. it's the place where he grew up, met the love of his life, made lifelong friends, and discovered his own powers. his experience is so at odds with what Albus is telling him, that he refuses to reconcile the two versions he's being presented with. along with the fact that Harry's spent most of his life in "survival mode," he can't believe that his son's problems are as grave as he's making them out to be

jumping back to the Platform at the start of second year: i always get SO PISSED OFF when Albus looks to his dad for safety and understanding and Harry isn't even looking at him - he's signing his autograph on the stomach of that random Hufflepuff student. like, your son has been in clear distress for over a year. he's telling you exactly what's wrong. he's about to enter another year of relentless bullying, and you won't see him in-person until the Christmas holidays (months away) and you won't even look at him while he's pouring his heart out

he feels deeply betrayed. his father refuses to hear his pleas - and on the rare occasions that Harry listens, he refuses to understand. he tells Al that his feelings are temporary, that Albus is the one who should be trying harder to enjoy his school experience. he tells Albus to try making more friends - different friends - and compares Al's experience to his own. the very person he seeks out for love, safety, and understanding makes him feel like it's his own fault that he feels the way he does

i don't think that Harry intentionally makes Albus feel belittled, but regardless of his intention, the end result is that Albus is constantly anxious and depressed. he's living through his developmental years facing constant bullying, watching his best (and only) friend face similar torment, and it hurts

Harry refuses to believe him, Rose laughs at him, James (although his teasing is more lighthearted than the rest) adds fuel to the fire, and he feels betrayed. he has a massive family - between the Potters, Weasleys, and Delacours - and nobody but Ginny understands him. he's used to feeling ostracized and left out at school. and now, even when he's with the people he's meant to feel closest to, he still feels ostracized

[atlasthegreatest]

The Wonder and Guardian of Themyscira / Wonder Woman x Brother!Male reader

Some headcanons about Diana and you- the reader- as her brother.

Word count: 2652

A/n: This was requested by an anon. Sorry for the long wait, and enjoy!

As Diana's brother, Y/n would have grown up in Themyscira, raised under the same Amazonian traditions and values. Although the island is typically home only to women, perhaps the gods themselves have blessed your birth, making you an exception. He was trained alongside Diana, mastering combat, strategy, and diplomacy. This shared experience would give him a bond of understanding rooted in his unique education, but would also introduce some competitive rivalry between siblings, especially in training.

Being the brother of the greatest warrior in the world can be a source of pride and frustration. Diana, with her natural gifts and divine heritage, may have always been the superior fighter, but Y/n still strives to prove himself. He respects her a lot, but there is an underlying desire to get out of her shadow and create his legacy. However, the rivalry would always be tempered by mutual admiration and love, with Diana offering encouragement instead of discarding his efforts.

While Diana is often in the world as Wonder Woman, Y/n stays in Themyscira more often, acting as guardian of the island. His role would be to preserve the traditions of the Amazons and ensure the security of Themyscira against external threats. He takes his duty seriously, understanding that it is his way of contributing to the greater good, even if it is not in the center of attention like Diana's heroism.

Diana is often seen as an infallible symbol of hope and strength, but her brother, Y/n sees her moments of doubt. Y/n is one of the few she trusts when she is not sure about her decisions, particularly when it comes to moral dilemmas or her relationships with the gods. He offers her advice, sometimes playing the devil's lawyer, but always to support her growth as a person and heroine.

If Y/n shares divine blood, he would have his powers - probably different from Diana's, but complementary. Maybe he has a connection with another god, such as Hermes for speed or Ares for combat feats, which adds another layer to their relationship. The two can sometimes conflict about their different approaches to conflict, especially if Y/n’s powers are more aggressive. However, these powers make them a formidable team when working together.

Despite Y/n’s immense power, he still has a protective instinct when it comes to his sister. This can manifest in small ways, such as offering advice when he thinks she is trying too hard, or in larger and more dramatic ways, such as entering the battle alongside her when the stakes are high. Diana, of course, finds this captivating, but unnecessary, remembering that she can handle herself - although she appreciates your support.

Although much of their dynamic is serious and driven by duty, there would be many provocations of siblings and humor. Diana can jokingly remind him of the times she surpassed him in training, and Y/n would counter by teasing her about her sometimes excessively serious attitude. These moments of lightness would humanize them both, showing that even the most powerful beings have room for play between siblings.

One thing that Y/n and Diana would deeply share is their love for humanity. They both see the potential in people and feel the duty to protect the world from damage. However, Y/n may have slightly different approaches. While Diana defends peace and diplomacy, Y/n can have a more pragmatic or even combative approach, creating some interesting debates between the two of you.

In Themyscira, even if Y/n is not the heir to the crown like Diana, he naturally fits into a role similar to the "second in command" among the Amazons. Whether leading the battle when Diana is away or acting as Queen Hippolyte's advisor, Y/n is trusted with high responsibilities. Diana often jokes that he would be a great monarch, although Y/n ignores this, being content to support her. This creates a relationship dynamic in which they both recognize each other's strengths and complement each other as leaders.

Both Y/n and Diana have Queen Hippolyta in the highest regard, but while Diana is emotionally closer to her, Y/n has a slightly more formal relationship with his mother. Y/n has always been the child's duty, perhaps more than Diana's, which can cause some tension. Diana can provoke him by being a "mom's favorite", but, in fact, he often works harder to win her approval, knowing that he is living in the shadow of the greatness of Diana and Hippolyta.

While Diana embodies the ideal of truth, Y/n has his code of honor, shaped by different influences. Maybe Y/n values loyalty above all else or sees strength in pragmatism instead of idealism. This difference can cause debates between him and his sister when facing moral decisions, especially when Diana leans towards diplomacy and Y/n advocates direct action. However, these disagreements never weaken their bond - they strengthen them because they both learn from each other's perspective.

As one of the few men raised in Themyscira, Y/n would have a unique relationship with the other Amazons. Although they are initially skeptical of his presence, he has earned their respect through his combat prowess and unwavering loyalty to their cause. Y/n may even be considered an honorary Amazon, although some of the most traditional warriors may joke about his "foreigner" status. Diana appreciates the camaraderie Y/n developed with his Amazonian sisters and is proud of the way he adapted to their culture.

Although Diana is deeply connected to the human world, seeing it as a second home, Y/n may be more ambivalent or even skeptical about it. Having spent more time in Themyscira, he values the purity and strength of their homeland. When Y/n accompanies Diana to the outside world, he feels like a stranger, often questioning his faith in humanity. This creates interesting conversations, since Diana's optimism clashes with his cautious or more hardened vision of humanity's failures. Over time, however, Y/n begins to see the beauty of the outside world through his eyes, softening his posture.

Despite the weight of their duties, there are times when Y/n and Diana return to their playful and mischievous childhood selves. Maybe it's a joke war that started thousands of years ago and continues to this day, or friendly competitions during training matches where they cheat to get the advantage. These moments of lightness are essential to balance the immense responsibilities that the two carried. Diana is often the instigator, remembering that even warriors and demigods need to let go and have fun from time to time.

— Diana as an “older sister” —

Even if Y/n is older in some way (by birth or training), Diana often takes on the role of "older sister" due to her natural wisdom and maturity. She may be the only one to give him advice on how to deal with emotions or navigate complex situations, despite being technically younger. Y/n appreciates her guidance, although sometimes he reminds her jokingly that he is the oldest. Still, Y/n has always admired her confidence and balance, and in moments of doubt, it is to her whom he turns to comfort himself.

Like any sibling, Y/n and Diana occasionally fight. Maybe it's about different strategies in a mission, or something more personal. When discussions happen, they can be intense due to their strong personalities, but they always end with reconciliation. Diana is quick to forgive and seek understanding, and Y/n has learned to follow her example. There is never any long-standing bitterness between the two of you because, deep down, you both know that your bond is unbreakable.

Diana, being more in tune with emotions and diplomacy, would be a protector of Y/n's mental and emotional well-being. She would be the only one to comfort him after difficult decisions or battles, knowing how the burdens can weigh on him. Similarly, Y/n would have an almost fierce protection when it comes to Diana's emotional state. Knowing the immense pressure she faces as a heroine and demigod, he would ensure that she had space to express doubts or vulnerability without judgment.

— What would they do if the other is threatened? —

If someone - be it a god, villain, or even another hero - threatened or disrespected Diana, Yn would be quick to intervene and defend her. He wouldn't tolerate anyone belittling or underestimating her, regardless of who they are. Diana would do the same for him, intervening to ensure that no one would challenge or harm her brother without facing consequences. Both would feel a deep responsibility to protect each other from external damage, physical or not.

Sometimes, this protection was shown in subtle and more silent ways. Diana can encourage Y/n to take breaks when she sees him overwhelmed or burdened by responsibility, encouraging him to rest when otherwise he would not. In return, Y/n would take on extra tasks when he saw her getting overwhelmed or when she needed space to recover from a difficult mission, silently protecting her from exhaustion.

There would be a tacit agreement that if one is in real danger, the other will drop everything to save them. In battle, their protection is instinctive. If Diana is knocked down or Y/n is caught in trouble, they would not hesitate to abandon their current fight to help the other. This level of altruism would be a trademark of their relationship, showing how deeply they prioritize each other's safety.

Their protection would not only be directed out; they would also protect each other from making harmful choices. If one of them becomes very reckless or overwhelmed by anger, the other would intervene to offer perspective. Diana can prevent her brother from making morally compromising decisions out of frustration, while Y/n can remind her that she doesn't have to bear the weight of the world alone. They act as checks from each other, protecting not only their physical well-being but also their emotional and moral integrity.

— What was their childhood like?—

Growing up in Themyscira, surrounded by Amazons, Dian, and Y/n would have been curious and adventurous children. Although they respected their Amazonian teachings, they could not help but do mischief, sneaking out to explore hidden corners of the island, climb sacred monuments, or borrow enchanted weapons to have fun.

As children, they would be constantly training, turning training into playful competitions. This rivalry would be fun, and even if Diana often won (given her divine gifts), Y/n would always try harder, determined to accompany her.

They would have caused occasional problems, perhaps by invading forbidden areas such as the Amazon arsenal or sneaking into diplomatic meetings to listen to important discussions. Although the Amazons may have reprimanded them, deep down, they appreciated the spirit and bravery of the siblings, knowing that one day this would make them great warriors.

Even as children, they were protectors of each other. Diana could have intervened to defend Y/n if the older Amazons doubted his place on the island, while he would have been quick to protect her from any problem they were in, especially when they were reprimanded for breaking the rules.

As they grew older, their training would have been intense and shared. While they would have trained under different masters, they’d constantly compare skills, pushing each other to become stronger and better. This competition forged a deep bond, as each knew the other was their equal in spirit, if not always in skill.

They would have grown up with a sense of shared responsibility for Themyscira's future. While Diana would be the only one destined to become Wonder Woman, Y/n would have been prepared for his important role, whether as a guardian of Themyscira. They would share ideas, train together, and plan the future of the island.

From an early age, they would have trusted each other, especially when they began to understand the unique pressures of being children of the gods. Y/n may have struggled to feel like a stranger, being one of the few men on the island, and she always offered guarantees. In the same way, he would be the one Diana turned to when she felt the weight of her destiny getting heavier.

As adults, Diana and Y/n would be an unstoppable duo in battle. Their shared education in Themyscira, combined with their respective powers, would make them natural allies. They would struggle with an almost telepathic understanding of each other's movements, with a fierce determination to protect each other at all costs.

Where Diana is sometimes the voice of peace and diplomacy, Y/n may lean towards more pragmatic or aggressive approaches. This balance would sometimes create tension, but they would always find a middle ground. He respects her wisdom, while she values his frankness.

As adults, they are emotional anchors of each other. No matter how much time has passed or how far their paths have diverged, they will always return to each other in exchange for support. Whether dealing with divine interference, the complexities of immortality, or simply the cost of their responsibilities, they would always be there to elevate each other.

— What is their relationship like with Hippolyta and the Amazons?—

Both siblings would have a deep respect and love for their mother, Queen Hippolyta. However, Diana may be closer to her emotionally, while Y/n would have a more formal relationship, constantly trying to live by her expectations. As children, they could often have conspired together to impress her or seek her approval, which could be another source of their competitive nature.

Although Diana has always been seen as the chosen one, Yn would still have earned the respect of the Amazons. He may have to work hard to prove himself since Themyscira is traditionally an exclusively female society, but his loyalty to the island and its people would be undeniable. As an adult, he would be considered one of Themyscira's most trusted warriors, even if his sister is the most revered figure on the island.

While Diana represents the public face of Themyscira as Wonder Woman, Yn may prefer to work in the shadows, ensuring the island's security against inexcusable threats. He could act as Themyscira's guardian while she is away, using his position to protect his home from external and internal dangers.

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As adults, they may have periods when they travel the world together, exploring different cultures, fighting side by side and learning from the outside world. Their bond would be strengthened as they experience both the beauty and the dangers of the world, forging a legacy not only as siblings of the Amazon but as heroes who are together.

Having grown up on Themyscira, Y/n might not be fully familiar with the outside world, especially with mortals who wield significant power. He’d be curious but cautious, knowing that if Diana respects them enough to make an introduction, they must be important. However, being protective of his sister, he would initially be a bit wary of anyone outside their world.

As someone raised among Amazons, who value strength, wisdom, and honor, he’d quietly observe both Batman and Superman before fully engaging. His warrior’s instincts would kick in, sizing them up to see if they were worthy of his sister’s trust and alliance.

— Meeting Superman —

Upon meeting Superman, he would be impressed by the sheer power radiating from him. Diana’s brother might feel a connection to Superman because of their shared experience of being powerful beings, both with ties to a larger-than-life heritage (Kryptonian vs. Amazonian/Godly). He’d respect Superman’s sense of justice and might even feel a kinship with him, given that both of them likely feel the weight of their powers and responsibilities.

It wouldn’t be surprising if Y/n subtly tested Superman’s strength—perhaps during a sparring session or by initiating a friendly challenge. Not out of malice, but because he’d want to see firsthand what makes Superman such a strong ally for his sister. He’d quickly come to respect Kal-El, realizing that despite his immense power, Superman remains humble and kind.

Once he gets to know Superman better, he’d appreciate his moral compass and his commitment to doing good. This would make him feel more comfortable with Diana having such a powerful ally, as it aligns with the values of the Amazons.

— Meeting Batman —

Batman, on the other hand, would raise more skepticism. A man without superpowers, Y/n might not immediately understand why someone like him is so important to his sister. He’d question how a mortal with no divine or godlike powers could be a worthy companion to a demigod like Diana.

However, once Batman speaks, he’d quickly pick up on the intelligence, strategy, and sheer willpower behind the Dark Knight. He might not be able to understand Batman’s methods immediately, but he would come to respect the man’s relentless drive and tactical mind.

There might be some initial tension between them, as Y/n would likely prefer straightforward, honorable combat over the shadows and mystery that Batman represents. But over time, he would realize that Batman’s dedication to justice and his ability to outthink enemies are just as valuable as physical strength. The respect between them would grow slowly but deeply.

Over time, Y/n would grow to trust both Superman and Batman. He’d respect Superman’s goodness and strength and come to appreciate Batman’s cunning and strategic mind. They’d likely become strong allies, especially when defending Earth from larger threats. Even if their methods differ, the mutual respect between the trio would only deepen.

Eventually,Y/n would see himself as part of this elite group, loyal to the trio’s cause and protective of them all. Despite his initial skepticism, he’d developed a close bond with both men, realizing they were not just allies but people who cared about his sister as much as he did.

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Their crush falling asleep on them - Headcanons

for Dazai, Atsushi and Ranpo

I‘ve recently started watching BSD and am a little bit obsessed with the characters.

I‘m only at the end of season 2 so I don‘t know all the characters yet but I‘d love to interact a bit with the fandom and even write some more for it.

no beta - we die like men

Dazai

There‘s a knowing smirk on his lips even before it happens. Or who do you think freed up your schedule after you said that you didn‘t get much sleep that night and made sure to line up your breaks? At first he was planning on having a little fun with your tired self but when he saw how tired you were, he couldn‘t bring himself to be that mean to you today.

When your head hit his shoulder he was already holding out an arm to catch you. As he looked down at your form he couldn‘t stop his heart from skipping a beat. Seeing you laying there against him, not a care in the world, he brushes a stray strand of hair out of your face and lets his fingers rest on your cheek just a little bit too long for it to be a friendly gesture.

He of course knew that he wasn‘t really hiding his feelings for you at the moment but for some reason, he just didn‘t care. Not with this warm feeling in his stomach.

This is Dazai, so of course he already knew you had feelings for him even if you were still either oblivious or in denial. For so long he was content to keep you at a distance, to keep you safe from him and his life. After all, he‘s a dangerous man with many enemies.

But right now, with you leaning against him and such warmth in his chest that made him feel something he never experienced before, he felt happy, content - not something he was used to.

It‘s scary, he feels so vulnerable even though you can‘t even perceive him at the moment, but it was thrilling. And who is he if not a man seeking out the thrills of life.

He moves his fingers away from your face and instead strokes through your hair, murmuring in a volume only you‘d be able to hear, „Rest well, belladonna. You deserve it.“

Even in your sleeping state you could swear that you felt a pair of lips on the top of your head but - that‘s just a dream, right?

Atsushi

The moment Atsushi feels your head hit his shoulder he jerks up and looks at you with wide eyes, a deep blush adorning his cheeks once he realizes the situation he found himself in. Of course, his initial reaction is to panic as he feels your weight against his own and your head on his shoulder.

Did you mean to do that? Or was this an accident? You couldn‘t have wanted for this to happen, right? Why would you choose him out of all people? This had to be a mistake-

His train of thought stopped when he heard a sigh escape your lips and felt you shift closer to him. A deep breath later he looks at you, hovering his arm around you, although not brave enough to actually touch you. Atsushi didn‘t know if you actually wanted this and he‘d rather die than do something to make you uncomfortable.

Seeking guidance he looks up from your sleeping form and meets eyes with Dazai on the other side of the room. But his mentor's mischievous smile and encouraging nod was all he needed at this moment.

Head red as a tomato he puts his arm around you and ever so slightly pulls you closer. He felt his heart pounding in his chest and was definitely sure you could as well if you were awake. But even in this state Atsushi couldn‘t deny how happy it made him that you trusted him enough to choose him.

As you instinctively snuggled up to him he wasn‘t able to keep his eyes away from your form, studying your features up close and falling more in love with you for every new dimple or imperfection he found.

While he was lost in you he didn‘t notice all the small smiles and smirks directed at you both, neither the low chuckle from Dazai who decided to leave it be for now, but was already preparing to tease Atsushi later.

Ranpo

If you think your head falling onto his shoulder was a surprise for Ranpo, there‘s definitely a lot you have to learn.

He saw your eyes falling closed for a while now, so when your head came close to his shoulder he was already holding out an arm to catch and cuddle you close without even looking in your general direction.

A small chuckle escapes him as he starts boasting, „Thought you could surprise me by falling asleep on me, eh? Well, think again! I‘m the best detective in the world after all!“

Even though he was caught up in his antics, as soon as he feels you stir against him Ranpo halts in his movements and immediately shuts up. As he looks down at your sleeping form, green eyes visible, a content smile forms on his lips. Don‘t ever think of yourself as weak, because the power you hold over this man is nothing short of extraordinary.

He doesn‘t just stop talking about how he‘s the best detective, so all attention was on you two, Atsushi's eyes as wide as saucers and head red as a tomato as everyone saw Ranpo pressing you close towards him, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

Like being ripped out of a daydream, he snaps out of his trance and looks at his colleagues with his usual smile, „What? Nothing to see here.“ As (almost) everyone starts focusing on their work again, a small smile or blush on their faces while Ranpo leans down to whisper to your sleeping form, „No worries, I‘ll make sure you get the rest you need.“

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Golden Hour ✧ x.mh

Pairing: Xu Minghao x gn!reader Genre: smut, bits of fluff Summary: Minghao bleached his hair and that's it - that's the plot. Word count: 1.5k Warnings: smut, no protection, blond hao

He’s a dream. In the golden light of the setting sun, that’s all he can be likened to. That’s all you can really think of, sinking onto your boyfriend’s cock. You hoped that’s how the afternoon will go ever since you’ve seen the pics he posted and the airport photos. 

He closes his eyes, breathing slowly and squeezing your hands to ground himself. He didn’t expect to come home to his partner damn near ripping his clothes off before he steps a foot inside their house. All that just because he got his hair bleached.

Not that he’s unhappy about it. He’s anything but.

“Hao,” you moan his name, your hands slipping from his but that’s fine. They soon find his shoulders for stability. “Need you so bad.”

Like he couldn’t tell from how greedily you’re already bouncing on his cock and how soaked you were before he even touched you. Speaking of which…

“No touching,” he tuts as he catches your wrists and lays your hands back on your thighs, “You couldn’t even wait until I close the door and you want me to trust you to control yourself and not pull on my hair?”

Your whines and promises fall on deaf ears, same as when you want to touch him. No scratches or marks he says, smirking as more desperate pleas roll off your tongue.

“Stay still,” he hums a soft order, which you naturally fail to obey, “Thought so.” 

His ears fill with your disappointed whimper. You’re so cute. He could watch you forever like this - all pretty and squirming in his lap, gushing around his cock, impatient and needy for him. It truly did take him by surprise when you jumped him as soon as he entered the apartment but the last thing he wants to do is complain. 

He’s only a man, though, and when you turn to begging, grinding on his dick with soft moans filling the breaths between your words, he’s losing it to the animalistic instincts.

“Ah ah ah,” he finally speaks up again, cutting off more of your pleas. He loves when you beg for him, but he can't have your voice getting hoarse before he's done with you. And because as much as he’s enjoying this, your walls clenching around his cock make it incredibly hard to keep his cool. Fortunately, his mocking tone makes you shut up quickly. “Quiet, darling. Show me how much you want me.”

That’s an order you eagerly obey. You raise yourself from Minghao’s lap to slowly take him in again. Your eyes threaten to close as you feel each inch filling you up. It’s a struggle to keep your balance without using him as a support but he remains adamant about that, watching you with an amused smile on his face as he leans back and enjoys the show, hands behind his head, playing with the long strands there. You moan his name softly, earning another encouraging smile that grows playful all too soon.

“Hey y/n,” he hums, “Which angle is the best, hm?” 

With that he shows off his profile, his jaw, he lets the hair fall into his eyes and he pulls it back, turns his head that and this way. And all the while he feels you clenching around him as you fuck yourself on his cock and bring him closer and closer to the limit of his patience.

“Always look so good,” you whimper, “So pretty, so handsome.”

He watches you bite your lip. You’re bouncing so fast on his dick and he has to focus on his breathing just so he wouldn’t fuck the daylights out of you. Somehow he manages to keep his touch light and teasing as he runs his fingers along your arms. He loves the way you slow down to grind on him just so you could lean into his touch. Your breath stutters, your chest heaves and yet you’re so far from reaching your high.

He sees your thighs tremble and notices the unshed tears of frustration in your eyes. As much as he loves a little power trip, Minghao doesn’t want to play with you and deprive you of anything - not today. Before you can speed up your movements again, he gently strokes along your jaw before cupping your face and bringing you forward to connect your lips together. His heart soars when you moan breathlessly into the kiss. His free hand finds its way to your hip and pushes you down until he’s fully buried inside your tight heat. As much as he wants to cum, this feels perfect. His darling in his lap, kissing him like it’s him and not the air you need.

“Touch me,” he whispers softly, “You were so good for me, you deserve it.”

He guides your hands to his shoulders, giving you a warm smile and a nod when you brush your fingers against his hair. He closes his eyes in pure bliss when you thread your fingers through his locks so carefully and slowly, nosing along his cheek and pressing sweet kisses there. He hugs you close and holds you still on his lap just to savor the moment. 

It can’t last forever, though, soon you start clenching and squirming again, and he himself is impatient to let go. He kisses your temple as he starts thrusting into you, noting with awe that your body immediately surrenders to him. He starts off slow and deep. He wants to keep you close and not jostle you too much. Just for a minute longer he wants to hold you and feel you close, your breath and lips on his skin. He kneads the soft flesh of your hips with each roll of his hips.

He’s only a man, though.

Soon enough he’s thrusting into you in earnest, making you see stars and fuck, his mind goes blank. You’re still not pulling on his hair. He knows how much you want to, he can feel the twitch of your fingers as you instead thread them through his hair so so gently. Like he’s not fucking you within an inch of your life. He feels like he’ll explode. His name is rolling off your tongue like a prayer and he truly feels worshiped.

Minghao hopes you understand the slurred words of apology before he bites down on your shoulder as he spills into you. He tries to be careful, but there’s his heart pounding in his ears and he sees white and he’s not sure he’s breathing or how hard his teeth sink into your skin. All he knows is that you’re milking him dry while you ride him through his high, spasming and clenching around him, shivering as you reach your high yourself.

As soon as he can breathe again and can feel his fingertips, he hugs you and tucks your head into the crook of his neck.

“I didn’t hurt you,” you murmur with a voice filled with hope, yet it half sounds like a question. He chuckles and presses a couple kisses to your temple.

“You were very gentle,” he praises as nuzzles into your hair and feels your fingers still gently playing with his bleached strands, “You were so good for me.”

“Because you gave it to me so well,” you purr, shifting in his lap and making him bite down a groan with little success.

“Maybe I spoke too soon,” he teases, but softens when he feels you tense with uncertainty. He pecks your cheek, guiding your face away from his neck and to rest your forehead against his. “But I think I didn’t.”

His lips welcome yours with a quiet sigh as you lean forward and kiss him. Finally he feels complete. He didn’t realize how much he missed kissing you throughout the act, but now that he’s got his lips on yours, he promises himself he’ll always kiss you when making love.

“You’re really handsome, Hao,” you whisper against his lips when you part.

“I think you made that point very clear,” he smirks, kissing you again just to give your lip a little nibble. You whine, lightly smacking his shoulder. You want to pull away from him but he won’t let you go anywhere. His eyes soften again when you give him a questioning look.

“Stay. I wanna hold you for a while,” he cups your cheek, thumb stroking your cheek and really - in what universe would you not give in?

“No cleaning up?” you tease without any bite. Your hands finally leave his hair just so you can scratch your nails lightly over his chest. He seems so content and relaxed you can’t help but fall in love with him some more.

“Just a couple minutes,” he asks of you, knowing that’s all he has to do. Once you give him a nod of approval, he lets you both fall on the sofa, careful so that you stay entangled and connected. He pulls you to his chest. All he wants is to feel every inch of your body against his. You hum happily and snuggle closer. It’s not that rare for him to spoil you with affection, but hell will sooner freeze over than you stop cherishing each and every good day with Minghao.