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radioisntdead · 1 day

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LORD AND SAVIOR!

I pray to thee for Mobster Alastor!! Pretty please! There was an actual Mob in New Orleans during the 1920s! What if Al was a Mob Boss and he meets Reader!!

MOB ALASTOR, MOB ALASTOR, MOB ALASTOR MOB ALASTOR, MOB AL-

Charmed

Mob boss! Alastor x f reader

Warnings: implied death of a man, ALSO WINGEOMAN MIMZY WE LOVE [?] MIMZY IN THIS HOUSE, mild ooc, endings slightly scrambled because I wrote that first then everything else, also don't question the song pacing.

What song the reader is singing

If you go down a couple of nonspecific streets in New Orleans Louisiana and down a shady dark alley way you'd stumble upon a shop that specialized in selling radios of all things, and if you stepped inside and muttered a certain set of words to one of the workers they'd open up the back and let you go down a pair of stairs, leading you to a lively and vibrant speakeasy filled with music, and folks dancing.

Ran by an ambitious woman by the name of Mimzy you were newly hired as one of her performers, clad in a striking red flapper dress with black details covering it, silky black gloves covered your arms, feathered headband placed on your head, and jewelry of your choosing adorned your neck and wrists you danced along to the music that played during down time or when the clock hit a certain time you were brought on stage to sing a jazzy little song.

And one of those certain times was now, you were singing a lovely song as folks drank, it was the slow part in the evening, a nice break from more energetic jazz songs and face paced dances like the Charleston.

"Darlin' I know it's been hard," your dazzling voice rang throughout the speakeasy, charming many patrons including the very man that owned and provided alcohol to the speakeasy.

"life is tough when we're far apart,"

Alastor, radio host that moonlighted as the head of a mob, How peculiar! Of course you wouldn't know that quite yet, only recognizing him as the well-known radio host as opposed to the murderous man he was.

"I miss you so but I know, I know you have to go,"

This wasn't the only speakeasy that Alastor owned and had others operate but this one in particular was ran by his dear friend so he did show quite the bout of favoritism towards it.

"Far away from my arms but you stay in my heart,"

Not to mention he thought that out of the others this one had the best jazz singers, as shown with your charming voice.

"I pray for the day that we'll share the same way"

You could faintly hear your boss, Mimzy greet Alastor and him responding in kind chatting as they made their way to Alastor's regular spot that was reserved for him at all times.

A spot that was somewhat secluded yet gave him a nice view of the stage.

"That we'd never be apart, will it be today?'' you continued singing, not giving a care for whatever your boss and the radio man were doing.

"Baby I'll be lonely without you,"

Alastor sat down as Mimzy gave him some information on someone he was supposed to be meeting for a deal before waltzing off to do whatever it is she did.

"I've been on my own for far too long,"

A bottle of rye and a rather fancy looking cup was placed in front of him by a waitress.

"Come and rescue me, Cause' right by my side is where you belong,"

Alastor checked his watch, the gentleman he was supposed to meet with was running a few minutes late, it was rather annoying especially since he was the one who wanted to meet with him.

Perhaps the man had gotten caught up in some other mobsters mits, perhaps he had decided to play one of Husker's Russian roulettes, or perhaps the coward decided to back out, how unfortunate,

For him anyways, Alastor didn't particularly care what happened to him, he would be annoyed if his time was wasted but at least he got to enjoy a couple glasses of rye and listen to that charming voice of yours.

romantic songs weren't his favorite but he didn't mind this time.

Alastor hadn't intended to become a mob boss but he certainly wasn't complaining especially with all the power that came with it.

He was once a simple radio host that had the simple hobby of murder, but then he had made the mistake of killing a mob member, proceeded to join said mob and ended up climbing the ranks.

Gaining the trust of the foolish former leader, using tactful tricks to tear down other members in order to take their place, replacing them on by one until eventually he did that foolishly vile man in, and took control for himself.

"Darlin' I know it's been hard for you too,"

And now he was more then just a simple radio host, he had control over parts of the new Orleans police department, he had bootleggers, he had people, he had money, enough money to ensure that his dear mother lived comfortably in a nice big house that could rival Jay Gatsby's, with people to take care of her.

"You're trying to make it through but you miss me so,"

May the Lord above have mercy on the souls that made the mistake of trying to harm or neglect her health.

"I know,"

Alastor's eyes rested on you singing, gloved hands gently holding the microphone, eyes half open as your voice enchanted the patrons.

"I know you've have been so long far away from my arms but you stay in my heart,"

Mimzy popped up again, a glass of her preferred alcoholic poison in hand with a raised eyebrow,

"You like our newest performer Al?" She asked leaning against a faux plant.

"Hm? Indeed she has quite the voice!" Alastor took a sip of his rye as Mimzy grinned mischievously, Alastor opened his mouth to say something but was oh so rudely interrupted by The gentleman that wanted to meet with him.

"I pray for the day that we'll share the same way,"

"Ah, you're late." Was all he said to the man as he sat across from him.

"That we never be apart will it be today?"

The late and rather annoying man didn't have the manners to apologize for his lateness, how stupid of him.

"Baby I'll be lonely without you, I've been on my own for far too long,"

while you sang and Alastor debated on killing a man, Mimzy came up with a couple ideas, Alastor seemed like your type and well, she was hopeful that you were Alastor's, because frankly she was concerned that the radio man was going to die alone.

"Come rescue me cause right by my side is where you belong,"

She thought you and Alastor would get along swimmingly! With your willingness to stab a bitch and Alastor's murderous hobbies along with the whole mob thing it was a match made in hell heaven!

And the two of ya' would have her to thank for puttin' the two of you together! Maybe you'd even make her your maid of honor at the wedding!

She'd look great in whatever color you'd choose for a bridesmaid dress, maybe green? Yellows?

How marvelous would that be?

Mimzy moved across the speakeasy to the area where you would go after your little performance to get off the stage and waited for you to finish your song.

You, ever unsuspecting continued singing, wondering what type of alcoholic or maybe even non-alcoholic beverage you would get after your performance, you were lucky that the speakeasy you worked at had several options and you got them either free or at a discount.

You were so preoccupied singing and deciding what type of drink you wanted indulge in to soothe your throat that you didn't notice Alastor snapping his fingers and two people appeared and dragged the man that had met with him away.

It caused a few patrons to leave just in case but it wouldn't damage that nights business.

"Far away from my arms but you stay in my heart,"

Now that his evening was freed up and you were still performing Alastor sipped his drink and watched you, seemingly unaware of what Mimzy had planned.

"I pray for the day that we'll share the same way that we'll never be apart will it be today?"

Mimzy impatiently tapped her foot on the ground as you took a quick breath, preparing to finish up the song.

"Baby I'll be lonely without you, I've been on my own for far too long come rescue me,"

Maybe you'd get a some type of cocktail? Or perhaps you'd settle for a glass of rye? Or maybe plain ol' water?

"cause' right by my side is where you belong,"

Alastor's gaze never left you as he sipped his drink, your voice had him enchanted.

"Baby I'll be lonely without you," you smiled as the time for your little performance to end was approaching, at least until the clock hit another late number.

"I've been on my own for far too long come rescue me,"

Your gloved hand let go of the microphone, bracelets clicking against each other as you moved your hand to your side.

"Cause' right by my side is where you belong."

You sung out the last line and did a small bow before turning around to get off the stage.

You barely made it two steps down the stage before Mimzy grabbed your hand telling you that she had someone she wanted you to meet, and dragged you to where Alastor now stood, intending to leave.

"Alastor! This is my newest performer, [Name], isn't she just the bee's knees?" Mimzy said as she let go of your hand, your eyes met Alastor's as he nodded politely.

"Indeed what a enchanting voice you have! It's a pleasure to meet you my dear, quite a pleasure," Alastor said holding a hand for you to shake, you smiled returning the handshake only for Alastor to bring your hand to his mouth planting a small kiss to it before letting go.

"The pleasures all mine, Alastor was it?" You asked as you pulled your hand back.

"Well look at you two getting along so well!" She said despite the two of you only barely exchanging simple pleasantries, you gave her a pointed look before she looked to the side of the two of you and squinted her eyes before looking back at you and Alastor,

"Oh! woulda' you look at that I gotta stop Donna from singing after this song, we all know she sounds like a dying toad, bless her heart, You two should go dance, get to know each other!" Mimzy said quickly as she suddenly shoved the two of you onto the dance floor.

As another round of jazz music began to play, Alastor took your hand in his and placed an arm on your back, and the two of you danced the night away.

Mimzy was rather proud of herself especially when she noticed Alastor began frequenting her speakeasy more, mainly nights when you performed, she was more then delighted when you waltzed on into the speakeasy early one night before any one had arrived, a couple months after she had sent you and Alastor to dance.

You cradled a bouquet of seven red roses in your arms as you made a beeline to Mimzy, telling her about you and Alastor had began to go out, how he took you on just the most wonderful date before you had came in, and oh how he was so gentlemanly and the date was just amazing!

Of course you did leave out the part of the date where you and Alastor killed a rather brutish guy together but that wasn't too important was it?

Good evening folks! This will be a series of sorts! Because I absolutely ADORE mob boss Alastor, so expect headcanons and other fics that may or may not be in order for this lil' au,

ALSO WINGWOMAN MIMZY Also I'm aware this was posted on Wednesday instead of Tuesday like it was supposed to so this is NOT a Wednesday angst fic, you will be getting Stardew valley flavored Wednesday angst later!

Anywho I hope you enjoyed! As always thank you for tunin' on in, And if you'd like to join in on the mob Alastor chatter you should join our discord!

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #alastor x reader #alastor x you #hazbin alastor x you #hazbin alastor x reader #mob boss Alastor au

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erinwantstowrite · 2 days

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hi!! first off i just want to say i love LOF and i think it really stands out in this niche genre of “spiderman in gotham”, its my absolute favourite fic rn and im loving the long chapters and dynamics between characters :)

for my question, i wanted to know if you ever considered writing any portions of peters past. specifically when he was “Parker”, an informant for the avengers. it sounds like a really interesting story and i’d love to know more about it, no pressure tho ^^

thank you so much!! I do plan on writing more about it. I honestly want to do a prequel,,,

I have some of it written actually. It was called It's called "Technically Not a Lie (Just Omitting Information)" and what is hilarious about that is it's only 27,000 words right now. I haven't touched that fic in forever because I just... had all of the information written down and the planning, and I got into Batfam and was like "Let's just write a little about this" and we can all blame @alighterwood for where we are now LMFAOOO

Thing is, I never expected LoF to get so popular, which is why it was posted first. I was like "I'll just make sure as much as I can that LoF is clear about his past so anyone who isn't me can read it and be fine." And now that we're here, I'm like "...that might be important."

I think it would be fun to have a prequel so more people can see the dynamics of Peter's world from before LoF in a much clearer light.

I kind of wanna shed a little light on how this prequel would go:

He ran from his last foster house at 12 years old, and he's year years old in this fic. In that time, he has been determined to make a life for himself all on his own, as well as help people as Spider-Man. He has no idea that his personality made people trust him so much. He's only on the street for about a year by the time the story starts, but "Parker" is very much intertwined with people. People just know him, he's the kid that the other kids go to for help. Even without Spider-Man (who, at this point, has only just gotten a proper suit and people actually realize he's not a cryptid), Parker manages to help people.

That's why the Avengers end up talking to him. Kids are going missing in Queens and show up dead- but most of them are the homeless population. They think it has something to do with people trying to make a knock-off super solider serum, and during their investigation, everything comes back to "That Parker Guy." Not in a bad way- everything has nice things to say. One kid even says they'll only talk to them if Parker vouches for them.

Turns out, Parker is a 13 year old and a fucking genius. I mentioned in LoF chapter 1 about it a little bit, and here and there it was mentioned. Peter gives the Avengers a real run for their money the way he does for the Batfam. Except it's ten times worse because he hasn't gone to therapy and is on his own, yknow?

So Bucky and Steve run across Peter (who is doing his own investigation into the missing kids as both Parker and Spider-Man) and that conversation ends with Peter going "Look behind you!" and sprinting in the opposite direction.

Sam and Banner are the ones that really track Parker down and have the first contact with him, and from there, he becomes their informant. Of course, he's also lying to their faces. Swears that he has a mother waiting for him and that he's just really good friends with these people. And people have lied several times to their faces for Peter, going with the lie, which muddies the waters about what is and isn't the truth.

From there, the rest is history. Tony thought he was just viewing Peter like he was a puzzle to figure out, and is truly shaken to his core when he realizes how much he cares about the little shit. When Peter gets kidnapped by the people making the knock off serum, they go looking for him. And Peter ends up having a home :)

#erinwantstowrite #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #leap of faith ao3 #leap of faith catch me if you can #leap of faith #peter parker #thank you for the ask!

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herofics · 2 days

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hi! I love your works SO MUCH and I’ve had this certain idea in my head for DAYS😭 a gn!reader with Megumi and Gojo (separate) who’s cursed technique causes them to just be always tired. I really just don’t have the motivation to write this for myself because ONE I’m not very good at writing and TWO I like seeing others perspectives on ideas

Anyway, thanks! Have a good day and take as much time as you need on this😊

A/N: Thank you so much! I decided to do a scenario for Gojo and HCs for Megumi, because I didn’t feel like writing scenarios for both. This is basically just fluff and the character taking care of the reader. I've also got this post you might want to check out about a tired reader

~Gojo Satoru~

Gojo was gone for a couple of days again, and you had just come home from a mission too. His sleeping schedule was abysmal, since he slept between missions, but he never seemed to be tired, always all bright-eyed and bushy tailed. You, on the other hand, had probably not woken up refreshed for a single day in the past 13 years, ever since you started to first use your cursed technique. You were perpetually tired and sometimes even fatigued.

You’d learned to manage on your own, even on the really tired days. Though there had been a few times you’d almost caused a fire, because you’d sat down and fallen asleep while cooking, and something had burned. You had also fallen asleep in the bath a couple of times, and slipped underwater, which of course was a horrible way to wake up.

It was easier when Gojo was home, you knew nothing bad would happen, even if you happened to fall asleep or were too tired to do something. You always tried to make it as much of a fair split as possible, but sometimes you just couldn’t manage, so when he was home, he did his part and a bit more too.

Gojo missed you, and he was looking forward to seeing you again. Even though it had only been a couple of days since you saw each other, it always felt like it had been too long. He was almost home, and he was basically skipping half the stairs up to your shared dwelling, he was so excited to see you.

He knew you would probably be asleep, since you had texted him you had also come back from a mission a few hours ago. So when he got to the front door, he slid the key into the lock and opened it quietly. He slipped into the house and closed the door behind him. He looked around and found you sitting on the living room couch, barely staying awake.

“Whatcha doing up?” he smiled as you finally noticed him.

“I wanted to stay awake till you came home, I missed you” you smiled back at him tiredly.

“Was it worth it?” Gojo smirked.

“For this view? Eh, I guess…” you joked.

“How about now?” Gojo said, unbuttoning his jacket while walking towards you.

“I really hope you’re doing that so you can take a shower and come to bed with me” you said, still smiling tiredly.

“Duh, what else could it be for?” Gojo rolled his eyes dramatically.

“Now that I think about it, I should probably take a shower too” you noted.

“Shall we then?” Gojo offered his hand to you.

You took his hand and followed him to the bathroom. You both took your clothes off and stepped into the shower. You just stood under the warm water, dozing off a little bit, before Gojo tapped your shoulder.

“My turn?” he asked.

“Oh yeah, sorry” you muttered as you moved away from under the water and grabbed a bottle of shampoo.

“Do you want me to wash your hair?” Gojo inquired as he turned the water hotter.

“Yes please” you yawned, and handed him the shampoo bottle.

Gojo stood partly under the hot water as he squeezed some shampoo onto his hand and started massaging your scalp as you stood in front of him.

It felt so nice to have someone else wash your hair. It was so relaxing, and you felt like you were melting under his fingers. You were getting so sleepy at the same time, which just made you lean back against his chest.

“Rinse yourself off and go to bed, doll. You’re about to fall over” Gojo said gently as he finished with your hair.

“Probably a good idea” you muttered tiredly as Gojo moved away from the shower so you could get the shampoo out of your hair.

You rinsed yourself off and stepped out of the shower, wrapping yourself in a big towel. You brushed your teeth and went to put some clothes on as Gojo continued his shower. You laid down, wanting to stay up until he came to bed with you, but it was getting so hard to keep your eyes open.

When Gojo came out of the bathroom, a towel around his waist, while drying his hair. He noticed you were already asleep on the bed. He couldn’t help but smile a little. Even though your cursed technique had such an annoying side effect, you’d managed to deal with it pretty well. He just wished he could be with you more, so you didn’t have to always deal with everything yourself, but it wasn’t really realistic. He had so many missions, so many responsibilities with teaching and mentoring the next generation.

Gojo threw in some underwear and a t-shirt and climbed into bed with you. He pulled the covers over you and himself and pulled you close. You snuggled to his chest and he placed a kiss on your forehead. It felt so good to have you in his arms, you fit there so perfectly, it was a pity this wasn’t a more common occurrence. Sometimes you wouldn’t get a chance to do this for weeks, because you just passed each other like ships in the night. Being a sorcerer was enough of a pain in the ass as it was, you really didn’t need these side effects too. He just wished he could do something about it. He would do just about anything if it helped you.

~Fushiguro Megumi~

•He’s never seen someone sleep as much as you

•Of course, there are other aspects to your tiredness, such as difficulty to focus and being irritable

•Megumi is pretty good at dealing with you when you’re annoyed, he just mostly shrugs it off if you happen to snap at him and you talk it out when you’re in a better mood

•Megumi also tries his best to help you manage your tiredness and the stuff that comes with it

•You don’t just fall asleep in the middle of a battle, but you often can’t stay awake in the car afterwards and just lean on Megumi’s shoulder and fall asleep

•You’re also sometimes just too tired to do things, like clean your dorm room or go to eat in the cafeteria, so Megumi just brings you something you can eat when you wake up, in case you wake up when the cafeteria isn’t open

•You can sometimes become really reckless when you haven’t had enough sleep, because your critical thinking skills decline

•Megumi sometimes has to save your butt, and so do Itadori and Kugisaki, but you do the same for them when you’re in a better state and they need it

•Thought those two requirements don’t coincide that often

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powdermelonkeg · 3 days

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Echoes of Wisdom Trailer Analysis: Part 2

When Ganon is defeated, he sinks to the ground, emitting purple haze and crackling with golden embers.

Once Link delivers the finishing blow, it snaps Ganon back to the center of the map, confirming that this isn't purely cinematic.

He's dissolving into black and purple, to the point that it almost looks like his colors are...rotting.

And Zelda, in the back, is glaring at him.

We get our first proper look at the trident. It's double-sided—that's weird. As far as I'm aware, that's a first in terms of Zelda weaponry.

It's also weirdly simplistic for the havoc it's about to wreak.

Gan explodes.

Zelda flinches away.

Link goes up to see her, right as the trident begins to break the world apart.

The cracks here are different from the one Ganon made to rend the exit from the arena, though. These are bright-edged, and while they do emit mist, there's no particles.

Not like this.

The more it grows, the more the edges look like fire, burning away everything they touch.

As Link sinks in, he starts to flicker in a haze, and pulls out his bow.

One with the same teal geometry as his cape and his sword. The arrow on it looks completely normal, though. Which is weird, considering that it breaks Zelda's prison.

Also worth noting, do you see what's past the rift? It's not just void.

There are rocks back there, floating in space. Parts of the floor? Floating islands?

Link's bow doesn't do the whole job, though. Zelda has to beat her fists against the crystal to break out the rest of the way. A metaphor for how the game's going to go?

The rift begins to expand. It only does so after Zelda's gone to the other side of the room, though:

See here? This is where Link's cape was thrown in previous shots. It's missing now, and Zelda's near the stairs to the room, which means she must have picked it up.

As she flees the scene, we can see fragments of what looks like stairs behind her. Does the rift scenery change depending on where it is when it consumes?

She manages to make it outside. We can see a river with some falls, the mountains

And a...rock...grove?

The dust settles, and our theory is confirmed.

Whatever's back there, it changesbased on what it eats. Which means, depending on how much it eats, it's navigable.

Which means maybe, just maybe, we're going to search for Link in there at the end.

We get a better view of our surrounds. We're at a lake. Lake Hylia?

There's a cavern here, with some sort of stone with holes. Maybe our teleport solution. The cavern has fairy patterns on it—Great Fairy fountain, almost definitely.

Then this area back here is a temple of some kind, with what I think are owl statues.

There's another thing back here. A swamp hut?

Hyrule Castle encompasses its Castle Town. You can see the houses peeking out of it.

And then the camera pans, revealing a twist to this whole thing.

That's Death Mountain. On the west side of the map.

This is not A Link to the Past's Hyrule layout.

Not even close.

#loz #zelda #eow #echoes of wisdom #long post #theory #analysis #i'll do the commentary trailer next but that one will take me a bit longer

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saintsenara · 3 days

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❤, 💛, and 💜 please!

thank you very much for the ask, anon!

which character do you think is the most egregiously mischaracterized by the fandom?

having seen the state of my inbox, this isn't the only time this one will come up...

so let's start strong by going for... albus dumbledore.

i find dumbledore bashing incredibly boring - not because dumbledore is a character i think of as morally spotless, but because the way he's criticised in certain areas of this fandom becomes dull by virtue of never actually engaging with interesting critiques of his character and decisions.

dumbledore is not some machiavellian evil genius - the entire point of deathly hallows is that the omniscient vibe that he projects in the first six books isn't actually omniscience at all, and it always irks me to see authors miss this, and ascribe to malice what is clearly human fallibility. nor is dumbledore intentionally or egregiously manipulative or cruel. and nor is there something "wrong" with him.

[the closest i've come recently to throwing my laptop at the wall was seeing a nonsensical post proposing that one of the reasons why it's fine to think of him as a villain is that he has anti-social personality disorder. not because i think it's inappropriate to assign diagnoses to fictional characters, but because i think if you do wish to do that you should attempt to know what you're talking about... and (evidently quite poorly) reading the wikipedia summary of an extremely complex disorder is not that.]

dumbledore is a wartime paramilitary leader - and wartime leaders have to make extraordinarily complex decisions, often ones which result in harm befalling their soldiers. the series is generally fairly weak on the realities of war - since its genre conventions require it to end with all being well - but what it shows of dumbledore's tactics is one area in which it shines.

and it also gives us plenty of meat if we want to emphasise the ways in which he's inadmirable.

dumbledore is a creature of stasis - he holds radical views, but he does nothing to actually advance them in society [this is a man who is at the heart of the establishment for half a century, who does nothing with that power to dismantle the oppressive social structures which drive wizarding politics and prop up blood-supremacy], and he also has a tendency to adopt a "wait and see" approach in situations where intervention would be obviously more appropriate. dumbledore is a hypocrite - he’s happy to be depended on by fudge, he is appalled that fudge might depend on lucius malfoy. dumbledore lives in an ivory tower, and clearly has little interest in the ways poverty, violence, and isolation affect people. dumbledore projects his shame and self-loathing onto others in a way which is detrimental to their own happiness. and so on.

all of these flaws have a tangible impact on the arc of the series - and dumbledore's failure to take meaningful action to prevent either voldemort or snape's radicalisation is something i think he can be genuinely criticised for - but they can't be taken in isolation. dumbledore fucks up because he's just one man - and the character flaws which cause him to fuck up also contribute to many of his most admirable traits: his mercy; his courage; his steadfastness; and his faith.

and it's so much more interesting than reducing him to a one-note caricature of evil!

what is a popular ship you just can't get behind, and why?

dramione, because i have a very low tolerance for both fanon!hermione and fanon!draco.

i think it could be done interestingly... i've just never seen it.

which character is way hotter than everyone else seems to think?

which got two more shoutouts:

arthur and molly weasley.

they both clearly fuck - and the lack of respect they receive for this in the fandom is because of the tiresome association of sex with youth and [one, very narrow, view of] beauty [hence why characters like snape often become mysteriously hot when they're being written in romantic pairings...], meaning that both of them being middle-aged, arthur balding, and molly being fat means that the fact that they're clearly obsessed with each other never gets the attention it deserves.

#asks answered #unpopular opinions ask game #albus dumbledore

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wackysach · 15 hours

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Can we get some dhmis main trio headcanons from you? 🎤

*taps microphone gently* you may.

doi 🌻: - heart of the group. sensitive to others' emotions and empathic to the core. he may not have the right words to express what he's thinking, but know whatever he's feeling, he's feeling very deeply. - certified pasta fiend. the others have learned to stop asking him what he wants for dinner because chances are the answer will be spaghetti. every. time. (though if there were already plans to make it, redd will end up asking him anyway so they can pretend like he got to decide what the household ate for the night. he ends up happy, everyone smiles and nods. it's a win-win.) - always seems to be lost in his own little world; drawing, humming, daydreaming, etc. don't mistake this for him not listening though, because if you do, you might end up hearing him parakeet something you didn't exactly want him to hear... - his name isn't "doi." in fact, no one actually knows what it's supposed to be. when sketch first opened his file and looked under the name section, they couldn't make out what was a letter from a number, or if roy's handwriting was just that bad. thus they resorted to using the only three consecutive letters they could make out: "D-O-I." but he doesn't mind. he likes it !

duck 🦆: - a grumpy, old soul who still carries around the belief that he should be the one in charge because he's the oldest of the three, so obviously that means he's also the wisest. duh, shouldn't you know that by know, stupid ? aren't you stupid... - has taken on the onus of decorating the house with various old knickknacks and hunting paraphernalia. if there's any way to get on his good side, ask him about history. just be sure to grab a chair while you're at it, you'll be stuck listening for an hour (or two). - yes, the feathers get everywhere. no, he's not embarrassed about it. deal with it. - owns an extensive tie collection. all of them coming in different colors, patterns, and textures. he's not exactly fond of them being touched (and despite the massive number of them, he very much knows when one has gone missing), but on the rare occasions he's feeling generous, he'll allow redd to take one to work so long as he comes back to report how many compliments he got on it.

redd 🧣: - considerably less emotive and more reserved than the other two, but definitely not emotionless. redd has a lot of complex feelings about the situation he's in, yet doesn't know when or how to get them out... or who or what might be watching him when he does. - sort of a sickly fellow. anemia, anxiety, and insomnia keeping him on a constant mental and physical edge, mixed with a pesky smoking habit doesn't really make him the healthiest guy around. but he swears he's going to quit one of these days. he will ! yeah... eventually. - does not like owls. thinks they're creepy. the way they swivel their heads around to make sure you're in full view of their large, bulbous eyes and sound like they're repeating "who ? who ? who ?" over and over again. who what ? he doesn't know. stop asking him questions. it's freaking him out. - while the eyes on his hat do move, if you mention something about it, he'll act like he doesn't know what you're talking about.

#☎️💬 QnA #🍎🧃 chit-chat #dhmis #dhmis trio #dhmis red guy #dhmis yellow guy #dhmis duck #i could ramble on and on about my interprets but this is already long enough. tried to even it out to 4 each.

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8, 10, 11 with rex? one of my favorite webtoon protagonists fr :]

8. What was your OC's most embarrassing moment? Does it still bother them or are they able to shrug it off?

Probably this entire sequence lol:

I think he views it fondly now bc of it being a sweet moment with Bell, but also bittersweetly in...the current context of the story given where he stands with his scion.

10. Is your OC sentimental or pragmatic? Do they keep mementos or only what they need to survive? Have they always been this way or did something happen to make them change?

I think he's lost everything enough times that he holds very little sentimental value with objects anymore. First his entire house burned down, then he moved in with Lyss and Desmond with basically nothing but a suitcase and lived out of that for like a year, then even lost that and joined Jericho's team with nothing but the clothes on his back. They've let him decorate his room to his desire at Jericho's place, but there's nothing there that he's gonna really miss except the people.

11. What does your OC believe in? God(s)? Monsters? Love? The power of unbreakable bonds of friendship to overcome any obstacle? The ability of money to open any door? Or are they indifferent?

lol this is actually a kind of broad question since he believes in some of these but not others. Like flat out no, he doesn't believe in monsters or cryptids. (Fun fact, Desmond actually avidly does) Rex grew up watching a lot of tv as a kid locked in a house for 19 years, and I think he watched enough documentaries and stuff that disproved them. Meanwhile, God is...a tricky subject for blanks, who a lot of people don't believe have souls. I think Rex is more on the fence about God and religion in general. Obviously he believes in love, the friendship thing...depends at what point in the story you're asking him.

#city of blank #rex

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thick-woollen-socks · 23 hours

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So, I've mentioned before that I have one friend who hates Dumbledore (with passion). I won't change her mind about that, but there's another thing. She claims that Dumbledore was in Ravenclaw, not in Gryffindor and won't hear otherwise (not that it really matters either way, it's just rubbing me the wrong way our od principle). All my evidence she doesn't care for. She doesn't care for anything but the books (so she won't accept pottermore etc as evidence, nor what Dumbledore says in the movie version of GoF). When I pointed out that Hermione says she hears that Dumbledore himself was in Gryffindor she said 'Well, she only heard it that doesn't prove that he actually was in Gryffindor.' I then pointed out that the door to his office has Gryffin-shaped doorknocker, making it a Gryffin-door. But she said that that's just how the door always is (okay fair), thus no proof again. I *know* I shouldn't bother arguing with her, but I wondered if I missed anything in the books... If this is a too stupid ask I totally get it xD

not a stupid ask at all <3 i’ve seen a lot of Ravenclaw Albus and Slytherin Albus posts, it seems people aren’t too keen to view him as a Gryffindor.

sadly there aren’t too many references for this in the books and your friend doesn’t seem willing to accept anything that isn’t black and white text. you’ve mentioned all the big references but there are a few smaller mentions. it may not be enough for your friend as it’s in the subtext but it’s still there

1) he didn’t seem to know where the other common rooms were

in the first book Albus tells the children to head back to their common rooms to evade the troll in the dungeon evidently forgetting that the Slytherin rooms were also in the dungeons

we all see that in GOF he tells Harry and Cedric to go ‘ up ‘ to their houses but the Hufflepuff common room is downstairs near the kitchens

Harry, Cedric, I suggest you both go up to bed," said Dumbledore, smiling at both of them. "I am sure Gryffindor and Hufflepuff are waiting to celebrate with you, and it would be a shame to deprive them of this excellent excuse to make a great deal of mess and noise.

2) he was able to wield Godric Gryffindors’ sword and pull it out of the hat

the text makes it clear that only a ‘ true ‘ Gryffindor could wield the sword and pull it out of the sorting hat. Albus used it to destroy the horcrux in the Gaunts’ ring. if he was sorted into Ravenclaw he wouldn’t have been able to do that.

Marvolo Gaunt's ring lay on the desk before Dumbledore. It was cracked; the sword of Gryffindor lay beside it.

i know that the sword wasn’t in the hat but in a glass case but it’s still noted that Albus had to be a ‘ true Gryffindor to use it ‘ as it could disappear out of a persons hand.

3) he carried Anti-Slytherin ideas that are only seen in those sorted into the Gryffindor house

Albus loved to shit on Slytherin lmao, ooh evil snake children. he wasn’t alone in this, Minerva wasn’t very keen on the house either, she was rather desperate to see Gryffindor sweep the floor with Slytherin in the quidditch matches.

there aren’t any signs that Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw had any negative feelings towards the house; the conflict appeared to have only existed between the Gryffindors and Slytherins due to their founders.

if Albus was sorted into Ravenclaw he probably wouldn’t have felt so strongly about those who lived in the dungeons.

4) he held cowardice to be the worst trait

Albus was someone who was particularly self-deprecating, he never quite learnt how to forgive himself for acts of cowardice.

he was mean once not a big deal

he made a mistake oh well

but he acted in a cowardly manner straight to jail !

he seemed to have been able to recall every time he wasn’t brave, and he hated himself for it. this tells us that he held the traits of the Gryffindor house higher than the others.

5) he only watched Gryffindor’s quidditch games

this is a bit of a long shot, but Albus only watches 3 quidditch games over the course of the book series and each time the Gryffindor house is playing. i believe Fred points Albus out in the first book, so it seems like the students knew that it was a rarity to see him.

if he was a Ravenclaw surely he would have gone to their matches instead of Gryffindor’s ?

6) and lastly he told Harry that he was a Gryffindor because he chose to be, we could assume that Albus also chose his own house.

Albus arrived at Hogwarts as a boy whose father was a criminal… all eyes were on him, he must have been very frightened. Albus wanted nothing more then to help his family hide Ariana and to restore their image, and what was a better way to do this then to be sorted in a house known for bravery and chivalry.

Slytherin would have made him look like a blood supremacist, Hufflepuff would have made him look like a bit of a pushover and he would have seemed Conceited going into a house that favoured Intelligence.

a house which favoured Bravery was a good look for the family. it seems very likely that Albus made a calculated decision about what house was best and then specifically asked for it.

that wouldn’t take away from his immense bravery he would still belong in the house but it would also explain why he wasn’t sorted into a house like Ravenclaw where his wit and intelligence would have been better appreciated.

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also you’re so right to point out Hermione’s line in the first book, she claims to have heard it. it seems like she had been told on the train by the other students, which tells us that the information she received was probably correct.

"Do either of you know what house you'll be in?

I've been asking around, and I hope I'm in Gryffindor, it sounds by far the best; I hear Dumbledore himself was in it, but I suppose Ravenclaw wouldn't be too bad.... Anyway, we'd better go and look for Neville's toad.

the fact that she heard it instead of reading it in a book acts as foreshadowing for Albus’ closed off secretive nature in which those around him learnt about his past through secondary sources, the information they received was rarely incorrect.

of all the hills to die on Ravenclaw Albus might be the strangest

#albus dumbledore #hp

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chvoswxtch · 3 days

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court my luv. i’m trying to think of something, anything but all i can think that my goddess Dinah is looking at me with those beautiful brown eyes and my mind is just blank…(also i am the most non-creative person in the world)

so yeah, i’m just saying ✨Dinah Madani✨ and leaving the rest to you, darlin 💘💘

you had me at dinah

I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it, and know it was a struggle to not make this thirty pages 🙃

happy pride my love!!! 🏳️‍🌈 🖤

warning: dinah madani's fine ass, swearing, mentions of alcohol, allusions to spiciness word count: 1k

stood up.

The hallways of the Homeland Security headquarters were silent as you walked through them. It was late on a Thursday, already half past nine, and almost everyone had gone home hours ago except for the security guards at the front desk in the lobby. Everyone except your girlfriend, Dinah.

It was the third time this month that she’d stood you up for your dinner plans. You knew when you first met her how dedicated she was to her job, and while you admired her passion and tenacity, it also frustrated the hell out of you sometimes, especially when you’d spent over an hour getting ready. You hadn’t shaved for nothing. But, instead of starting a fight over it, you decided to compromise.

As you walked down the hallway from the elevators, you caught a clear view of a familiar head of dark brown curls. Dinah was hunched over her desk, her perfectly shaped dark brows pinched in pure concentration. She was so focused she didn’t even hear you approach. Standing in the doorway of her office, you took a moment just to take her in. She’d abandoned her blazer over the back of her chair most likely hours ago, leaving her in a sleeveless black blouse with a v-cut neckline, giving you a tantalizing view of her gorgeous skin, the gold pendant necklace she always wore dangling around her neck. It often annoyed you how effortlessly good she always looked.

Deciding to finally announce your presence, you lightly knocked on her open door, and Dinah’s head shot right up. Her laser focus melted into pure surprise, but there were a few hints of confusion etched onto her features.

“Hey, what are you doing here?”

“You missed dinner.”

Shooting you a puzzled look, her attention shifted to her phone lingering on her desk, and as she reached for it, Dinah clicked the side button and the screen lit up showcasing the time. She muttered a ‘shit’ under her breath, also noticing a few mixed calls and texts from you. Glancing up at you with guilt shining in her espresso tinted eyes, her face fell in pure remorse.

“Baby, I’m sorry-”

“Can you put those away?”

Dinah’s dark brows furrowed slightly in perplexity as she slightly tilted her head to the side. You motioned towards the grisly crime scene photos spread across her desk with your index finger before reaching into the tote bag you were carrying to pull out a large bag of takeout you’d brought.

“Murder kind of ruins my appetite.”

Dinah’s expression shifted to one of barely concealed bewilderment when you set the takeout bag down on the edge of her desk. Her eyes shifted between the large brown paper bag and your face, staring at you silently for a moment before a faint playful smile stretched over her lips. Leaning back in her chair, she looked up at you and lifted one of her perfectly arched brows.

“I stood you up, and you brought me dinner?”

There was a hint of amusement in her alluring voice, but also an undertone of lingering guilt. Shaking your head, you pulled out a bottle of red wine and two glasses, setting them next to the takeout bag before reaching into the tote again to retrieve a candle.

“Can’t stand me up if I’m bringing the date to you. Murder, away.”

Dinah let out a genuine laugh when you made a shooing motion with your hand towards the crime scene photos on her desk. Shifting them into a single pile, she collected them and slipped them into a file, tucking it into a drawer on the left side of her desk. She gazed up at you adoringly as you turned her desk into a makeshift dinner table, taking the food dishes out of the bag and spreading them out, uncorking the wine bottle to pour each of you a generous glass, and lighting the candle you’d brought and placed in the middle of her desk.

She reached for your arm and pulled you down to sit sideways on her lap, wrapping her arms around your waist while she leaned in to press a soft kiss to your neck, whispering into your ear.

“You’re too good to me, you know that?”

Tilting your head to the side a little to grant her more access to your sensitive skin, a faint smirk curled at the edge of your mouth.

“Oh don’t think I’m not making you earn your forgiveness later.”

You could feel Dinah grinning against your skin, nuzzling her nose along the underside of your jaw, one of her hands inching up your thigh towards the hem of your skirt.

“Why don’t you let me earn it now? I’m in the mood for dessert.”

Reaching down, you grabbed her wrist and halted her hand’s path, turning to look at her with an arched brow.

“Because dinner was at seven, and it’s now nine-thirty. You have about twenty minutes before I become a complete nightmare.”

Dinah let out a loud laugh at that, faintly shaking her head as she reached for one of the wine glasses and handed it to you.

“Alright baby girl, let’s get you fed. I’ll spread you out on my desk after.”

You nearly choked on your wine as your eyes widened, struggling to swallow before laughing.

“Dinah!”

“What?”

“No.”

“What do you mean ‘no’?”

“Di, your office is see-through.”

Dinah glanced between you and the glass windows of her office, taking a large sip of her wine before casually shrugging her shoulders and looking at you again.

“So?”

“Di-”

“No one’s here.”

“There are security guards-”

“In the lobby, downstairs.”

“And if someone decides to show up to get some late night work done?”

You gestured towards the elevators at the opposite end of the hallway that Dinah’s office had a straight and clear view of. She stared through the windows of her office towards the elevators, pursing her lips with a faint shrug of her shoulders.

“Then they’ll find out how much I love my girlfriend’s pussy.”

tags: @cheshirecat484 @viennangel @ameliaswife

#dinah madani #dinah madani x you #dinah madani x y/n #dinah madani x reader #dinah madani x female reader #dinah madani x fem!reader #dinah madani x f!reader #dinah madani fic #dinah madani request #the punisher #the punisher fic #the punisher request

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Okay, I want talk about the scene in Fullmetal Alchemist were Mustang almost kills Envy, because I think a lot of people see it as a weak, needlessly moralistic scene and they are so wrong. I think it's actually one of the most important scenes in the manga, as it effectively develops previous themes about political leadership, violence, and military power, as well as providing a nice piece of character work.

I have seen some misunderstandings surrounding this scene and I believe they are tightly linked with misunderstandings about Mustang's personality flaws and character arc. A lot of people seem to think that this scene is about stopping Mustang from committing a terrible act that would somehow corrupt his character. Simplistically, they think that the narrative that FMA is pushing is the following: in the past Mustang has killed a lot of people for the wrong reasons. Killing for revenge is wrong. If he kills Envy he will show that he is still someone that kills for the wrong reasons and that he cannot be trusted not to commit future atrocities.

Because they read things this way, they think the scene does not make much sense. After all, is killing someone in revenge for the death of a friend really a wrong thing to do? Even if we decide it is, killing only one person in vengeance is completely different in gravity and scale from committing state-sanctioned genocide: if he could morally pivot from the latter and set to a better path, a little slip on something comparatively minor should cause no major issues in his life and in his ascension to head of the country. At the very least it should not warrant the extremely worried reaction it gets from other characters.

What I think people miss in this analyis, however, is that the main problem Mustang has as a character is not that he committed very heinous acts in Ishval. That's the (terrible) result of his personality and choices, but it's not, in itself, something that indicates he is predisposed to mindless killing. He is not Kimbly, the issue here is not that his friends see him as someone drawn to cruelty, on the edge of a slippery slope everytime he indulges.

The actual main problem he has is that, at his core, he is someone that one day declared he wanted to help people and make the country a better place and, in order to do that, he proceeded to (1) find and learn the most destructive alchemy he could get his hands on, and (2) enter and support an organization (the military) that would give him the power over others to realize his vision of justice, through every extreme mean possible. He could have done literally anything else, but these were his choices. He did not believe in the cause of the Ishvalan genocide, but he did believe becoming a human bomb for the military under a military dictatorship was genuinely the most morally correct way to help his country.

This tells us a couple of things about the person Mustang is before Ishval.

First, he is someone that believes he has a very good grasp on what's right and what's wrong, and his views on that are fairly black and white.

Second, he will not stand for the existence of which is outside his idea of justice, rather he will pursue its annihilation. Maybe that's not how he see things consciously, but there is little other logical consequence to becoming an atomic-bomb army officer under idealistic notions that you are going set the world right.

Third, it is not sufficient for him to pursue his agenda on an individual basis: he wants and thinks he should be given the control over others that an institutionalised setting can provide. Moreover, he has no problem envisioning a military dictatorship as that setting. He initally sees it as a more than acceptable form of government, one which, in fact, he would very much like to join.

This is Mustang before Ishval. The thing is that, by and large, this is also Mustang after Ishval. Fundamentally, he still believes he has a very good grasp of what is morally the most correct thing to do and he still sees it as a fairly black and white issue. He has clearly decided genocide is not in line with his beliefs about the good of the country, but he still brings the same approach to said beliefs: he is uncompromising, he will go to extreme extents to realise his vision of justice, and he believes he should be put in a position of power to do so. If anything, his newfound mistrust for the people in charge has lead him to believe that actually, by just becoming a part of the military, he has not gone far enough.

He needs to be in charge.

So, what we see, is that in reality only two aspects of his personality get profoundly challenged in Ishval and they go on to become the fulcrums of his character arc: (1) his trust in the military as an institution, and (2) his willingness to annihilate the enemy through very extreme violence. And, as already mentioned, by the start of FMA they have only been challenged. There's still an open question on both these issues.

Initally, he mistrusts the brass, but not Amestris's form of government itself. His plan is to become Führer, apparently by going through promotions. The decision to coup comes only with the discovery of the government conspiracy. Realising that the system needs to change is fundamental in setting up his actions as adequate to the proposed aim of making up for Ishval. However, that is not relevant for the Envy scene.

What the Envy scene is trying to highlight, is the second line of self-doubt that Mustang is facing, that is his misgivings about the level of distruction he is able and willing to enact to support his moral intransigence. The reason Hawkeye and Ed (Scar's motivations are a bit more mixed imo, other post may follow) don't want him to kill Envy is not because of a bland message of "vengeance is bad". It's not even that they believe this act will make Mustang a monster. First of all, he is already a monster and second they obviously don't believe this will trigger some sort of moral devolution that will turn him into a serial killer. That's not the problem here.

The problem is that he is asking people to trust a man that responds to perceived enemies with total and violent annihilation with the leadership of a country, and (granted, when he is at his worse) he thinks his judgment in deciding who is an enemy deserving said annihilation is unimpeachable and unquestionable. That's what they are dealing with. It's not about saving Mustang's little soul from the sin of vengeance, catholic-style. It's about a pattern of behaviour he has demonstrated that sees him disinclined to both accept nuances in morality when his core beliefs are attacked and enact nuanced reactions to slights against said beliefs. These are very dangerous character flaws for someone that wants to be the leader of a free country. In fact, they are pretty much antithetical to political freedom itself.

That's why Mustang cannot kill Envy. Because doing so would mean he has taken a decision as judge, jury and executioner and he is ready to deliver punishment. Killing other homunculi because they were trying to destroy him/his friends/the country was different in that (1) it was more in line with self-defense that anything else, and not even pre-emptive; (2) it was the only possible proportionate reaction given that they are immortal monsters that no prison can hold (although everyone still gets rightly unnerved by how brutal Roy's methods are). If someone else killed Envy, even out of vengeance, that would still not pose the same problems. For someone who does not have the same history of perceived righteous violence, this would be an isolated issue brought on by the situation. For someone that does not wish to be Führer, this would be a merely personal decision. Because Mustang is Mustang, the personal must become political. Because Mustang is Mustang, he needs to prove that he has changed and he does not believe anymore that the way for a better world is to crush anyone against him. It's not that he cannot be trusted to do a wrong thing and come back. It's that he cannot be trusted to do a right thing and come back. The fact we perceive his position as sympathetic is exactly the point. Roy's story is exactly about someone that did a lot of evil firmly believing they were going to do a lot of good.

By giving up his self-righteous kill he shows that he is able to at least question his own vision of justice and that he can allow the existence in this universe of things that don't align with that vision. In this scene, Hawkeye lowers the gun at his back both physically and simbolically. Of course we can expect there will be other moments of doubts in the future, but for the purposes of this manga this scene concludes the thematic arc which questions whether a man with Roy's powers, past, and personality can ever be trusted to lead a country and bring freedom to it.

TL;DR: In the manga FMA, the scene where Mustang tries to kill Envy is misunderstood as a moment of misguided moralistic messaging against revenge-killing, which inadequately compares this kill to his previous war crimes by implying other characters want to stop him in order to save him from the corruption caused by killing again for the wrong reasons. Actually, the scene effectively develops previous themes and Mustang's character by showing that in order to be trusted as a leader he needs to prove he is capable of accepting some form of moral relativism and that he renounces complete destruction of enemies as the only/best way to achieve good in the world.

#fullmetal alchemist #fma #fullmet alchemist meta #roy mustang #envy

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Could I please request a soulmate au with Echo that's the same as that Tech one where they have a sharing mark, and it turns grey when their soulmate dies. And one day the reader gets hurt and is technically dead for a few minutes, so on Echo's side of things he sees his mark turns grey and he pretty much has a panic attack until the mark has it's colour comes back.

Trouble

Summary: Pabu is pretty peaceful, but accidents happen even in peaceful places.

Pairing: TBB Echo x F!Reader

Word Count: 1369

Prompt: Soulmate AU - soulmates have identical marks somewhere on their body

Warnings: Some angst, mentions of drunk driving

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: Sorry if this isn't exactly what you wanted, I have a hard time writing when people are talking to me, and my husband woke up and started talking to me, distracting me and pulling me out of the zone.

You love your soul mark. It’s pretty, with swooping curls and vibrant colors, and it reminds you of a butterfly.

You also love your soul mate.

Echo is practically perfect. He’s kind and gentle. He’s clever and witty and never fails to make you laugh when you need one. And he listens to you when you talk.

He also encourages you to try new things, even when you’re sure that you won’t be good at them. Echo likes to kiss your temple and ask if you have to be good at something to enjoy it.

Which, no. You don’t. But you’re something of a perfectionist, and it’s hard to view something through the lens of just enjoying it when it could be better.

Echo is helping you with that.

You like to think that he’s made you a better person, and you hope that you’ve made him a better person too. He says you have, and then he makes a joke about how you wouldn’t have wanted to meet him when he was a cadet.

Your one complaint, your only complaint, is that Echo spends so much time away from Pabu. He’s a mercenary, and you know that he, and his brothers, spend so much time traveling because they need the money.

It doesn’t make it any easier to be separated from him.

Oh, sure. You holo him nightly, and you send him messages throughout the day, but it’s not quite the same thing. And you know that he agrees, you can tell by the look that he gets on his face when you tell him that you miss him.

You’re not trying to make it harder on him, you’re not.

You just like hearing him say that he misses you too.

After all, your greatest fear is him leaving you behind, and finding someone better.

On this particular day, you have a lot to do. Errands you need to run for your parents, they’re remodeling their home and need you to run to the store to buy them more paint and more hardware, and then you need to go grocery shopping for yourself.

And you need to make sure that all of Echo’s favorite foods are in the house because he’ll be back soon, and the last thing that you’ll want to do is go shopping when you’re wrapped in his arms again.

“Do you have the color chips, kiddo?” Your dad calls as you toss your purse into the passenger seat.

“Yes, Dad,” You pull the small color cards from your pocket, “You want one of each, right?”

“Yeah…wait, no! Get two. Better to have too much than not enough.”

“Alright,” You make a note on the color chips, and slide the cards back into your pocket, before climbing into the speeder.

“Drive safe,”

“I will. I’ll be back in a bit.” You call to your dad, and then you pull out of the driveway and head out of the neighborhood.

The drive from your dad’s home to the store isn’t hard, it isn’t even long. You’ve made the drive a lot since you’ve learned how to drive, and you could probably drive the route in your sleep.

A side effect of having worked there as a teenager.

But, you can count on one hand the number of nasty accidents that happen on this road specifically. And still have fingers to spare.

That said, accidents happen.

At first, you don’t realize what you’re seeing. You don’t recognize what you’re seeing until the other speeder slams into yours.

And that’s the last thing you remember.

“Are you sure you do not wish to comm your lady to let her know that we have returned early?” Tech asks from where he’s blindly sending a series of messages to Phee.

“I think I’d rather surprise her,” Echo replies with a shrug, “I’m surprised you don’t want to surprise Phee.”

“I considered it but thought again. Not warning her that we returned early might mean I miss her.” Tech counters with a glance at his comm as it chimes.

Echo opens his mouth to reply when a wave of nausea slams into him. He sways and has to grab a chair for balance. And then his arm starts to burn. Roughly, Echo pulls up his sleeve, revealing his soul mark.

And he watches as the vibrant blue starts to fade into lifeless grey.

Echo’s legs buckle, and Tech and Wrecker both grab him before he hits the ground. They’re saying something, but they sound like they’re very far away. Or like they’re talking underwater.

His gaze is locked on his soul mark. It’s not gone completely grey, there’s still a hint of blue, but the color is fading.

He’s watching his soul mate die in real-time, and he can’t do anything about it.

Echo jolts when something strong-scented is shoved under his nose, and he blinks at Crosshair, who’s holding a vial of medicine and kneeling in front of him.

“The color hasn’t completely faded,” Crosshair says bluntly, “You need to stay with us.”

Echo shifts so that his back is pressed against the wall behind him. Wrecker’s hand is still resting on his shoulder. Both of his brothers have their eyes locked on Echo’s soul mark.

Tech is standing several feet away, on a call to someone. He looks slightly stressed, but there’s also a hint of relief on his face.

“Echo, she’s still alive.”

“But…the soul mark.”

“Phee is doing some digging, but your soul mate was hit by a drunk driver. The accident happened in front of the hospital, so she is already receiving treatment. No one is giving Phee any information, she is not family, but they did tell her that the prognosis looks good.”

Tension drains from Echo’s shoulders, and both Wrecker and Crosshair release, nearly identical, sighs of relief, and Tech turns his attention back to his comm.

The Marauder lands almost two hours later.

Two very long hours later.

Normally, Echo would stay and help unload the ship, but not today. Today he’s the first one off the ship and out of the spaceport. With Phee’s help, he reaches the hospital in record time, and he hurries into the emergency department.

“Echo!”

He hurries over to his future father-in-law, and accepts the hug from the other man, “How is she?” Echo asks as he lightly hugs the man.

“She’s being moved to recovery as we speak. Her injuries were severe, but she pulled though.”

Echo falls into a seat and presses his face into his hand, “I thought she died.” He admits.

“Your mark went grey?”

“Almost completely.” He motions to the soul mark, which is less vibrant than it was this morning but is still, clearly, blue.

“The doctors had to amputate one of her legs.”

“Well, I have some experience with that,” Echo replies dryly, as he motions to his prosthetic legs. He goes on to say more when a doctor steps into the waiting room.

“You can see her.” The doctor says, “Be gentle, she’s still coming out of her anesthesia.”

Echo follows the doctor into a private room, and the moment he sees her, he wants to cry. She’s covered in bruises and bandages. And her left leg was removed just above the knee.

Her eyes are fluttering open, and Echo moves to her side to brush his fingers against her cheek, “Cyare,”

“...’cho?”

“Yeah, it’s me.”

She blinks at him hazily, “Where ‘m—?”

“You’re in the hospital. You were in an accident, do you remember?”

“...no,”

“That’s okay.” He brushes some of her hair out of her face, “You scared me, love.”

“‘M sorry—”

“Don’t be.” He leans in and presses a light kiss against her forehead, “Are you in pain?”

“Mm…no. I feel really good.”

“I bet you do.” He takes her hand and squeezes her hand, “I’m going to stay with you until you’re healed.”

“Promise?”

“Yeah, cyare. I promise.” Weakly, she squeezes his hand, and her eyes flutter shut again. “Get some rest, love. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Echo watches as she drifts off to sleep, and silently starts wondering if he needs to seriously consider proposing to her sooner rather than later.

#star wars #tbb #star wars au #vodika-vibes 650 event #tbb echo x reader #echo x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #f!reader fic #answered asks #soulmate au

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If i say that in chapter two jk Clearly showed his bias would i be wrong? definitely not.

I'm very neutral person so i view things as practical, i don't immediately jump on the conclusions. when i saw jk watching jm's content i for a fact knew that he also watches other members content on his YouTube in his free time. Why I'm telling it? Because i have seen some making it only a jkk thing which is not true and we did got to know it later but i already knew it when he was watching jm's content because that's normal and practical thinking.

BUT thing with jm is that jk always wants to make sure he doesn't miss anything that's related to jm. He wants to watch it when it's there. Remember how he was like "why did you not play your songs for me?" To jm. He told "I'm upset" 4 times to jm and at the end he was said "go ahead and say sorry " like do you imagine him doing that with anyone? Maybe he would but atleast we haven't seen it yet. But it also doens't look like he would go as far as to make them say sorry. Like he simply didn't let that thing go easily. He might be teasing yet even in that, even in the chaos of all members speaking he still was continuously telling jm he's upset lol. That was funny. His reaction was like how could you do that to me. Then we all saw him hop on live 3 days after face release and watch the most content he can with all of us. It's not like he wasn't watching it offline like he did watched pixid offline and as soon as it was released. He watched jimin's suchwita as soon as it was released and before even i can watch it too lol. We all know how much he look uptp RM and loves how RM thinks, talks so you would expect jk to atleast watch RM's episode. Heck that's literally one of the member's own show so you would expect him to atleast watch one episode but the only one who can make him move to watch it was jm. the ep are long and when he started live he actually said that he felt sleepy. We all know that he can't focus on things that doens't interest him and you can see it when he zones out. He really doens't pay attention if what you're saying doesn't interest him. Yet this guy sat down and watched whole episode just few hrs later it was released. usually him reading comments and entertaining armys through that is what his lives are about but in this live he literally asked armys not to comment cause he ain't reading lmao.

When he first commented "me too" to jm's "i miss you" armys were like "Who is he missing Us or jm?" and then when he started lives armys went "umm guys idt he's missing us cause he's missing jm". it was funny and interesting. He had time to do all of such things for all members yet he did it for jm. a month after suga released his album yet we didn't see jk singing his songs live like that. we know how close he is with hobi yet he didn't, RM is literally someone he admires alot yet we didn't see it. he has hungout with with taehyung in chapt2 the most as far as we have seen it yet he didn't. he himself said that he had time to go live but he didn't go live because he wanted to cone off as mysterious 😭 he did listen to their songs but alot later than they released whereas he was telling us to look forward to smf2 trailor release, plus did that jm focused live just 3 days later it's release.

Point is I'm not saying he didn't heard any members' album or their content but he literally showed us how much he admires jimin going live cause watching that same content in four walls of ur home wasn't enough for jk he wanted to show it to everyone. As much as he loves jimin's personality he loves jimin's artistry just as much. he knows jimin's songs be it old or new like he'd never miss it. I remember him singing Christmas love 2 times last yr and i know even jm won't remember those lyrics if u suddenly ask him to sing the song. my guy forgot the lyrics of friends too 😂 He'd always watch jm rehearse more than he watches anyone. He heard one line of letter and said "i already love the song". made sure we hear that "with you" nd him singing alot atleast for a bit in his vlog he made. He didn't get to watch the CTT reel and he was like "I'm only seeing it now" cause he thought how did he miss it. he liked the reel and came an hr later to make that comment. he didn't see it because phones were not allowed during the military training.

With jimin he's consistent and wants to watch and see everything without missing, he doens't wanna miss out on anything. and he made sure of it when he used to sing every new released song of jm's last year. even new content he used to watch when it's released. Every or almost all new clips of his new released perfomances. With others yes he does watch them too but with jm he doesn't miss out on much of content and wants to see most of it if not all. and he doens't just watch it himself but wants to Everyone knows it too.

Hey anon,

Yea it is very clear that Jungkook watches all the members content regardless of whether we see him do it or not. I know this because i’ve seen him make reference to some things the members did in the solo era which he probably watched. He made reference to something Suga did in his documentary on Suchwita so we know he definitely watched Suga’s documentary. He also made reference to something Namjoon did, on Live. He mentioned that he watched Tae meet that one ARMY and spent the day with her and even before we saw him watch Jimin on Live, he had already watched Jimin on Pixid so he definitely watches all his members content, not only Jimin’s.

But yea, you are right about him being consistent with Jimin. He has been consistent in his public support for Jimin since the very beginning. It is clear that Jungkook not only loves Jimin as a person but loves his work as well. I still remember his reaction to the Black Swan MV. It almost felt like he couldn’t see anyone but Jimin. You could literally see his eyes light up the moment he saw Jimin on the screen lol.

And let’s not forget how my man froze while watching shirtless Jimin in SMF pt 2💀. He is literally used to seeing this man without clothes since that is Jimin’s default but we still have him freezing at the sight of shirtless Jimin lol

Jungkook is Jimin’s biggest fan fr.

#jikook #my asks #jikook blog

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Bronze Fury

When the only child of Daemon Targaryen and Rhea Royce is brought to King's Landing to meet with the rest of her family, she finds herself caught in a crisis of succession. The Greens battle for her support... and her affections.

Chapter Fourteen: Aemond 'One-Eye' / Previous Chapter / Directory

The Greens have returned to King's Landing, up a dragon, up a Hand, but down an eye. The family adapts to a new status quo.

Rhae's bedside promises, it turned out, were empty ones. Aemond had not been permitted, by his mother or by a Maester, to fly home from Driftmark—much to Aemond's ire, when he was lucid enough to hear their verdict.

"I look weak!" Aemond fumed on the boatride home, stomping about his cabin and flipping his dagger. Rhae sighed—she'd promised Alicent she would keep him to his bed, though the moment the door closed, she remained silent as Aemond kicked himself free of the covers. She'd been just as restless after her own injury... whatever the Maesters said, Rhae thought it best that he stomp around a bit, lest his head burst. "That is all that those nobles will remember—a one-eyed boy, bested by a bastard. None would dare forget that it was I that reigned victorious if they'd seen me atop Vhagar."

"None would see the difference whether you were saddled up there or not," Rhae pointed out. Aemond spun on her, still spinning his dagger with menace.

Now that he was properly awake, his featured hardened in anger, the visible half of his face looked... aged. But if he meant to be intimidating, he would need a new target. Rhae found him too familiar to be cowed.

She frowned, taking a stern tone: "Nor would it have mattered—Vhagar flies west following you. None would have missed that sight, and they'd be fools to forget it."

Aemond stalked back toward her, bumping into the table at which she sat and stabbing it in frustration. Still, she did not flinch. He fell into the chair beside her with a huff.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled after a moment, and allowed Rhae to scooch closer so that she may rub his back and dry his tears.

As the weeks passed, Rhae stayed by Aemond's bedside each and every day. She found she had plenty of time for it, since she no longer spent her afternoons wandering the castle with Aegon—he'd hardly spoken a word to her since their return to the Red Keep. So be it , Rhae had come to think. I don't want to talk to him either.

Though more time with Aemond was, admittedly, not much better. He was still not permitted to ride, or to train, and his temper continued to suffer for it.

"Mirre azantys iksan." He grumbled on one such night. " Belmor sentaks, separ qringaoman onduragon doroniapos."

Rhae mulled this over a moment—more time with Aemond also meant more time for studying. As such, her ability to speak the language of her Targaryen ancestors was growing stronger by the day. The first bit was easy: an adjective, an accusative noun, and a 'to be' verb— some warrior I am.

Aemond worried about his abilities as an 'azantys' often. Lack of practice and his limited view were the least of his worries: Aemond's ability to perceive depth had been severely hindered by the loss of his eye. How would he strike an enemy without knowing how close they were? And, worse yet—how would he dodge their attacks?

Rhae rolled a pebble between her fingers, pondering the rest. 'Belmor', the prince consort... 'sentaks'... from 'senagon', to murder ... Rhae tried to recall her verb conjugations... 'taks'... 'taks'... the perfect passive— The prince consort has been murdered.

Ser Otto had told them as much that morning at breakfast—Ser Laenor had been killed by his companion, Ser Qarl, in Driftmark, where he, Princess Rhaenyra, and Daemon still stayed with their respective children.

Otto had merely stated the facts of the matter, and left them all to speculate—how could such a thing happen in Laenor's own family home? What could have caused this? The prince consort's preferences were an open secret—but had it truly been a lover's quarrel? Why had he been turned on? Could it really have been...?

Rhae shook the thought from her head, working her way through the rest of Aemond's words: 'separ qringaoman onduragon' , or, 'and I fail to catch'.

Catch what? The last word, 'doroniapos'... it was a noun, 'doron' , modified by the suffix 'iapos' . Little rock—a pebble. That was it:

Some warrior I am. The prince consort has been murdered, and I fail to catch a pebble.

Even though Aemond was not yet permitted to use a sword, Rhae had come up with an exercise even Alicent could approve of. Rhae would toss him small objects, such as pebbles, and Aemond would try his best to catch them before they hit his mattress. But even this was proving to be difficult— Aemond spent more time than not swatting at empty air.

"Pales bartos." Rhae reminded him. Turn your head.

When they first arrived back in the Red Keep, Maester Orwyle had sat the family down to outline the road to recovery. Aemond's right eye, he explained, could learn to compensate for the loss of his left—so long as he was able to give it the context a second eye would naturally provide.

"Here," Orwyle had said, placing a goblet on the table when he saw their confused faces. "Cover one eye, and then the other. See how the cup shifts? Your eyes see the world differently, but your mind works to make the two visions into one true image."

"Thank you for the demonstration," Alicent had said, picking at her fingers as Rhae, Helaena and Aegon winked at the goblet. "But how will this help Aemond?"

"The mind has many ways of adapting, Your Grace." Orwyle had said. "Your son will learn to use tricks we do not need, and signs that our minds take for granted."

'Pales bartos' was one such trick—Rhae tossed Aemond another pebble, and he turned his head as it soared toward him, scanning the empty space around it. Hypothetically, by expanding his field of vision, Aemond could better determine the true placement of the pebble. And sure enough...

"Nice one!" Rhae cheered.

"Yes," Aemond said dully. "What an accomplishment."

"Yes," Rhae frowned. "It is."

"I'm sure the knights and the city watchmen will agree with you," Aemond snarked. "I'll be the laughing stock of the training yard."

"Who cares?" Rhae said. "They laugh at me too."

"That's different. You're a—" Rhae's eyes narrowed, daring him to continue.

"Go on."

"A woman."

"And so I deserve the ridicule." Rhae pursed her lips. "Is that it?"

"That's not what I said."

"It's what they do." Rhae lobbed another pebble at him.

" Daoriot jemas gurotir otapsi, " he said, bobbing his head to the side before catching it. It doesn't matter what they think.

" Drivys ," Rhae replied. Exactly. "Daor arlinas." Not different.

"No." Aemond considered the small stones in his hand before to tossing them back, one after another. Rhae caught them deftly in her scarred palm. "Not from you."

"Wounds come quickly," Rhae said, her voice softening. "Healing takes time."

"Everyone keeps saying that," Aemond gave her a pointed look. "Tell me. Do you feel healed?"

Of course not, Rhae thought. Her arm was, likely, as strong as it could ever get again. She worked daily to keep the muscles loose, stretching and massaging the scar tissue... but there were still swaths of her flesh that had contorted and stiffened beyond recovery. And even still they ached and burned, a lingering pain that would last all her life.

Rhae stared at Aemond for a long moment, contemplating whether or not to concede this point.

She had far since overcome the feeling of queasiness that came with looking upon the great gash across his face. He no longer wore bandages, but he still bore twenty-three stitches—she'd counted them, once, when he was asleep. Eventually, his skin would mend and push out the thread, leaving behind a long thin scar and a forever empty eye socket.

There was no point in lying—Aemond knew the truth. He lived it now, just as she did.

"No," she admitted.

Somehow, this answer seemed to put Aemond at ease. He nodded slightly as he reclined back into his pillow, his remaining eye never leaving her face.

Rhae threw him another pebble.

The moon waned and waxed, and on the eve of its next cycle came more troubling news from Dragonstone:

Princess Rhaenyra and Prince Daemon had wed.

The revelation that followed angered Rhae so deeply she'd chucked her goblet across the room—her father would be sticking around Westeros a little longer, it seemed.

"You know what this means, haven't you dear?" Alicent had asked Rhae that night. They dined in the Queen's quarters, as was still their custom.

"If there was doubt once, it has surely been snuffed. Ser Laenor was murdered." Rhae pushed away her plate—she had not had an appetite all day. She rest her fists on the table. "Only the Crone knows what comes next... and only the Stranger knows who."

"Then we must pray," Alicent said grimly. "Pray and plan, for all the good it may do us."

Rhae had never been one for prayer.

"And what plans might that be, Your Grace?"

"None that are new to you, dear girl," Alicent swirled the contents of her cup. "We've begun preparations for Helaena and Aegon's wedding, as you know."

Rhae sucked on her teeth a moment before replying:

"Yes, Your Grace."

"As for you and Aemond," the Queen continued. "I believe it is high time we make the proposal official. The King agreed to the match this morning at the Hand's council. Our goal, ostensibly, is to distract from the impudent nature of Daemon and Rhaenyra's marriage with new ones. Tell me, have you told anyone of my offer?"

Shame bubbled in Rhae's belly.

"No, Your Grace." She felt no pride in keeping this promise. She'd thought of breaking it, often, but there never seemed to be a good time. "As you requested."

"Mmm," Alicent took a long drink of wine. "Not even with your family?"

"It would not be between us then, would it?"

Alicent seemed to fight a frown before smiling thinly.

"Good. I will inform Aemond and the rest on the morrow," she said. "And you'd best write to Runestone and formally seek their council on the match."

Tomorrow makes it real , Rhae thought. She worried what Aegon would think, then remembered that they were not speaking. I should be grateful. I should be excited.

"They will be most honored," Rhae managed, moving her hands beneath the table, picking at the skin on her right thumb. "As I am."

Another week passed, and Rhae found herself splayed in rolling fields outside the walls of King's Landing, a short ways from the Dragon Gate. A breeze rustled the grass beneath her scarred fingers and the sun was warm on her face. Above her, far beyond reach, Dreamfyre and Sunfyre danced across a cloudless sky.

Flattened against her chest, Rhae held her latest communication from Runestone. Written upon the parchment was her cousin Ser Jon's summation of the Royce's response to the Queen's proposal. She had felt so certain they would approve, but their reaction proved to be... less than encouraging.

It is a match that more than befits your station ... but the same had been true for your mother... there are whispers about the castle... some say you have been gone too long... they worry you no longer remember.

Rhae had spent all morning thinking on her response. Some say. They worry. She did not appreciate the anonymity granted to gossips. Do they worry, dear cousin, or do you? Perhaps she had misjudged Jon. Perhaps he had want to replace her too.

Rhae lifted the top of the parchment to read its contents once more, when a large shadow passed overhead, darkening the page. When she looked back up, the whole sky had disappeared, and all she could see was the scaly underside of the world's largest dragon. A single flap of Vhagar's vast leathery wings turned the gentle summer's breeze into a cool gust. The loss of sunlight combined with irrevocable awe left Rhae with a shiver.

Aemond's stitches had eroded from his skin at long last, which meant that he was finally, finally permitted to go flying. He'd gone ten times in half as many days and had shown no signs of slowing down. Reuniting with his dragon had rejuvinated his spirit. Each morning and each afternoon saddled atop Vhagar brought him to new heights. It was the happiest, most confident Rhae had seen him in the months, maybe even ever .

Rhae crumbled the parchment in her hands, bitterness biting at the back of her mind. Here she remained, beneath him, dragonless, forgotten and alone. Never had her failure with Sheepstealer weighed so heavily on her mind. She longed to soar amongst the clouds with the others, to feel her the reigns in both hands, and to be safe in the knowledge that Ser Gerold handled Runestone's affairs with a bronze fist.

Rhae pushed herself to her feet, through with being a spectator. She had more important matters to attend to—her bow was back at the Red Keep, as were parchment and quills with which she could write her response to Jon. Better to train and govern than continue to wallow in misery.

But she'd only made it halfway down the slope when a shuddering roar overhead gave her pause. She looked over her shoulder to see that Sunfyre was snapping irritably at Vhagar hind legs, the larger dragon having flown too close for comfort.

The past few days had proved that all the sky wasn't enough for the Queen of Dragons—or Aemond, for that matter. They went where they pleased. Too big to be challenged, the newly bound pair vexed Aegon and Sunfyre often. Aemond's retribution, Rhae suspected, for years of Aegon's torment. Vhagar batted the golden dragon with a lazy flick of her massive tail, unperturbed by the tantrum. With a trill, Sunfyre took a deep dive towards the ground, only pulling up just in time to glide across the plains, coming to rest at the bottom of Rhae's hill.

Apprehensively, Rhae continued on her path toward them. She had still not had any meaningful conversation with Aegon since Driftmark, though the silence between them had shifted. What was once despondent disconcern had since festered with the news of Rhae's betrothal to Aemond. All week, Rhae could feel Aegon's furious gaze upon her. She wished to meet it, to challenge him— So what? You were done with me anyways. But guilt kept her eyes downcast.

"Prick." Rhae could hear him say as he dismounted. If Aegon knew he had landed near her, he made a point not to show it. He kept his back turned and busied himself unnecessarily with the straps on Sunfyre's saddle.

Sunfyre snorted in agreement before turning his glimmering, scaly face toward Rhae—if a dragon could smile, Sunfyre surely would be. He bobbed his golden head in her direction, cooing his greeting as she approached.

"Hey there, handsome."

Aegon's jaw tightened.

"Don't let your betrothed hear you saying that."

"I wasn't talking to you," Rhae said coolly, though her heart thudded at his acknowledgement. She came to a pause at the base of the hill, craning her neck to watch Dreamfyre and Vhagar race across the sky. "Beside, he surely won't hear us way up there."

When she looked back to Aegon she found him staring, his brow slighly raised. Us?

She hated the distrust in his eyes, but met them all the same. I hadn't told you ahead of time. So what? It changes nothing. I never lied to you. I never turned my back. She fought the urge to shake him by the shoulders, to shout at him until he saw sense. She would readily accept the same and more if it would bring him closer. She ached to understand.

What would you have me do?! I cannot resist marriage anymore than you. We tried. We failed! Why must that make us strangers? What more do you want from me?

But she stayed still and silent as he weighed her in his mind. After a moment, he nodded to the letter still balled in her scarred fingers.

"What's that?"

"A letter from Jon," she said, throwing it at him. He caught it deftly, his head never moving. As he read the page, Sunfyre attempted to lure Rhae closer with a warble... but she resisted his call, watching restlessly as Aegon's face twisted into a scowl.

"You've left an idiot in your stead."

Rhae exhaled—how long had she been holding her breath? He wasn't angry with her. At least, not presently.

She knew she should defend her regent. "Caution is not incompotence," she said, even though it pleased her to hear him say so.

"Shitty judgement is." He crumbled the parchment. "As is disobedience. What right has he to question you?"

"They don't know Aemond like I do. They don't trust him."

"Reads to me like they don't trust you."

Rhae frowned. "Why should they?"

Aegon rolled his eyes, dissatisfied. This conversation was tired—they'd had it nearly a hundred times. Maybe, in another world, he'd be willing to discuss it a hundred times more: the same shame, same problems, same insecurities. He'd hold her hand and stroke her hair as all her secrets came spilling out of her. When she was finished, he would soothe her with his words, his mouth, his tongue...

But Rhae had held hers too long. That life had passed. She continued quietly, almost to herself:

"Why should anyone?"

It wasn't an apology, but an admission. Not anyone. You. Their eyes met for a painful moment. When Aegon spoke, his voice had grown thick.

"How long have you known?"

"Long enough," Rhae swallowed, trying to clear the dull ache in her throat. But she could see that her answer was not enough for him and continued: "The night before the Queen announced your betrothal to Helaena."

Aegon grimaced—It was longer than he thought.

"Mother spoke to you first then?"

What is the point of this? Rhae wondered. Why must you make me twist the blade deeper?

Already she was growing wary of his interrogation. She did not appreciate the insinuation that there was some... collusion, on her part. As if she had a choice.

"Naturally." Rhae's raised her chin defiantly, as though she were proud of it. "I'm head of my house."

"And you accepted?"

Not at first. I wanted you. I asked for you. I did.

But Rhae held her tongue, thinking back to the last time they truly spoke, at Driftmark, when Aegon insisted that she wouldn't be there for him. Even after she agreed to his foolish plan to end his engagement— their engagements, though he hadn't known it at the time. She'd given him everything and risked even more. Why couldn't he see that? After all they had and all they'd shared, he still doubted her.

Fine. Rhae thought angrily. Let us leave no room for doubt now.

"Why wouldn't I?" Her tongue tasted of poison. "Aemond will make an excellent husband."

Disillusion drew Aegon's mouth into a deep frown, his eyes growing wet. He threw the letter back at her.

"You'd best tell them that."

"I will."

"Good!"

Their shouts diminished as somewhere high above them, Vhagar bellowed.

Without another word, Aegon climbed back onto his saddle as Rhae watched, incensed. Run away, she thought furiously. Gods know it's all you're good for.

But as Aegon tugged the reigns, Sunfyre turned against his rider. The glimmering dragon was still singing softly to Rhae, trying to capture her attention, determined to draw her within reach.

"Soves!" Aegon barked.

With a final trill, Sunfyre finally began to beat his wings. As they took to the sky, Rhae continued on her march to the Red Keep, wiping her eyes and telling herself they'd only grown wet from the wind.

In the quiet of the Sept, Rhae knit her brow in concentration as she carefully manuevered a candle, one of a thousand, across her fingers. Warm melted wax slid down the stick and dripped onto her skin, joining the already cooled droplets that had begun to form a foggy white shell around her palm.

Heavy footfall sounded to her left, echoing off the high-domed ceiling, as a bearded man approached the dais on which the Smith stood with his hammer. A Septa nodded in welcome as he passed, before casting a distainful look at the center table where Rhae kneeled.

Rhae would've given her the fig if she could do so without breaking the wax casing. But this was probably for the best—she wouldn't want to draw the attention of Alicent, who was praying to the Maiden nearby.

"I don't think she likes you," Helaena whispered beside her. The Princess had dripped her candle onto the tip of her forefinger, growing it steadily until she appeared to have an additional, elongated knuckle. She wagged it at Rhae chidingly. "That's not what the candles are for."

The girls dissolved into a fit of giggles, the sound amplified by the silence of the sept, earning them another surly look from the Septa.

"Shh! Shh!" Helaena hushed, only she held her extra long wax finger to her lips, and Rhae could not contain a snort. "She's coming over!"

Both girls quickly closed their eyes, trembling with the effort of containing their laughter as they dropped their candles and hid their hands beneath the table, pretending to pray.

But before the Septa could reach them, heavy heaving heralded a newcomer, their steps secondary as they shuffled across the masonry. Rhae opened an eye to see a woman dressed in rags, leathery hands wringing as dropped to her knees.

"My son!" She hiccuped. "My Mychel... I've just received word... my only son..."

The Septa made her way to the woman, trying to bring her back to her feet to no avail. She positioned her hand beneath her elbow, and Rhae realized the Septa was trying to hurry her out—this Sept was one of the finer kept, attended only by nobles and wealthy merchants. But the woman had buried her face in her hands, unmovable and inconsolable.

"Oh no," Helaena mumbled, her eyes welling at the sight of her. Rhae clenched her fists, the wax on her palm cracking as she squeezed, before shooting to her feet and snapping:

"Leave her alone!"

The Septa spun on Rhae, glowering, but before they could argue another set of steps sounded—Alicent had risen from her bench.

"That is enough, Lady Rhae," The Queen said. Behind her back, the Septa smiled cruelly, until Her Grace gave a curt nod of her head, dismissing her too. She then knelt to the ground in front of the grieving mother. The Queen spoke to her softly, and after a moment, helped her rise back to her feet and led her by the hand to the statue of the Father.

"Rhae..." Helaena was staring at her waxy finger, frowning. She snapped it off, placing it delicately on the table. "Maybe we can say a prayer for her son too."

"Yeah," Rhae agreed heavily. "Yeah, okay. Should we join them by the Father?"

Helaena drew a deep breath, looking about the room for an answer. The woman had her head bowed, her hands clasped, still sniffling wetly as Alicent rubbed her back in large, circular motions. There was an easy familiarity to it, as though she had done this a hundred times before. The contrast was striking—their attire, their cleanliness, their demeanor. Yet Rhae doubted the woman even realized that it was the Queen herself sat beside her. In this moment, it was the least important thing about her. She was another mother, another voice added to her prayers...

A savior .

"No," Helaena whispered. "They'll have asked for fair judgement already. Let's ask for safe passage from the Stranger."

Rhae shuddered, but tore her eyes from Alicent and followed her friend to the Sept's most forgotten altar without protest. The Stranger's bare feet were scantly lit by half a dozen candles, and as the girls knelt before him, Rhae found herself struggling to look up at his hooded visage.

They took a moment to peel the the wax from Rhae's palm, forming a small pile of chipped white fragments imprinted with the grooves of her skin. My offering, Rhae thought.

"Here," Helaena whispered, handing her a lighting stick. She folded her hands as Rhae lit her candle, then they bowed their heads in prayer... for real, this time.

Do as you do, Stranger. Rhae thought. Take. I pray you do so gently, if you can. If you're capable.

Rhae peeked up at him. Even though his eyes were covered, she could not help but feel his otherworldly gaze upon her. Enthralled, she lit another candle, and then another, and another. The sphere of light emanating from the flames crept upwards, the brightest of its reach illuminating the cusp of his jaw. Rhae peered closer, to where the candlelight could only muster a soft glow, offering the faintest clarity to his half-human face. Shadows danced across his stony lips, making it seem that the Stranger was frowning one moment, smiling the next.

"They say that's bad luck," Helaena whispered. She had finished her prayer, and was watching Rhae curiously.

"The Stranger had his chance to take me," Rhae reasoned. "He has no want for me yet."

"For that, I'm grateful." Helaena lit another candle, then blew out the lighting stick. "I've always favored him, you know. Is that odd?"

"You are odd."

Helaena smiled.

"I even thought it might be nice to join the Silent Sisters," She continued.

"Most would consider that a punishment."

"Preparing bodies can't be too different from my butterflies, can it?" Helaena joked, but then, more somberly: "They're not expected to wed."

Rhae took her hand and gave it a light squeeze. The preparations for Helaena and Aegon's wedding were nearly finished—the invitations were sent, the kitchens had begun to source supplies for their feast, and just the day prior, the Red Keep's most talented seamstresses had taken final measurements for Helaena's gown. All that remained was her bridal cloak, which Alicent had deemed to stitch herself. In a few months time the bells would toll and their union would be consummated.

"It won't be so bad," Rhae assurred her. "You'll still be home. You won't be sworn to silence."

"Words have never helped me much anyways," she mumbled. "Mother is making a mistake. Our marriage is already doomed. Aegon knows it. I know it. You know it."

"That's not—"

"It is true!" Helaena snapped. Rhae flinched, but Helaena did not relent, even as she dropped her voice back down to a furious whisper: "I'm not stupid. I know about the two of you. You might move on, but Aegon won't. He can't. He's tasted freedom and now he's been shackled to me. I see it, Rhae! We'll gnaw on a chain that will never break and our tongues will know nothing but iron!"

The princess drew a shuddered breathe, her face a mixture of surprise and relief at the outburst.

"I'm sorry." Rhae muttered. "You're not stupid. I've never thought so, and I never should've treated you as such. I just... wish I could make it better."

Helaena nodded listlessly. The girls sat in silence for a long moment, the Stranger watching over them.

"Hel?"

"Yeah?"

"How'd you know about me and Aegon?"

A smile crept across her lips. She'd been eager to share this secret a long time, it seemed.

"He told me so."

Rhae gaped.

"Since when?"

"Months ago," Helaena shrugged coyly. "Don't look so surprised. He is my brother, you know. We do talk." Rhae's concern must've shown on her face, for Helaena giggled before clarifying: "Not where anyone could hear us, mind you. For as long as we've had our dragons, we'd race outside the walls of King's Landing. But before we'd come back, we'd land awhile to play games and gossip. We've always gotten along best when we're away from court." She frowned. "We haven't since Aemond has started joining us on Vhagar, though. I thought it might be nice to have the three of us all together, but I think Aegon is angry that it isn't just us anymore. Especially when Aemond's already got you. He's angry all the time now, and he's been drinking more. You can tell."

"You know how he gets. He doesn't like sharing."

"No," Helaena mused. "No he doesn't. He's not talking to you either, then?"

"We've shouted at each other. Once."

"He still loves you."

"He's got a funny way of showing it," Rhae grumbled. "Beside, he needs to get over it, for all of our sakes."

"It's like I said," Helaena shook her head. "Doomed. He feels like he's lost you. He can't get over it... and I can't blame him, really. I know how he feels." Rhae looked at her curiously, only to find Helaena staring pointedly down at her hands, her eyes welling with tears again. "I couldn't, if it were me."

"C'mere," Rhae pulled Helaena into her arms, squeezing her tightly, trying to keep her from trembling. "Betrothals be damned. No matter what changes, we never will. Okay? I'm not going anywhere, Hel. Not ever."

Helaena sniffled as she wrapped herself around Rhae's torso. "I know."

As they rocked at the feet of the Stranger, Rhae's chin rested atop Helaena's head, she looked to where the Queen was still knelt by the haggard woman. Their heads were no longer bowed in prayer, but upright, speaking. Over the tops of a hundred candles, through the flicker of their flames, Rhae could see that Alicent was gazing back at them. Even from afar Rhae could see the weight of the world pressing down on her shoulders.

In the quiet of the Sept, Rhae could not help but wonder if this is what Alicent had spent all her life praying for. Was this the Father's justice? The guidance of the Crone? Did the Maiden approve this union?

Maybe they don't care, Rhae thought. They never seem to. Though, she reasoned, if the Gods listened to any, surely they would favor pious Queen Alicent.

At the feet of the Stranger, Helaena held in her arms, Rhae was left to dwell on possibility that was even more frightening.

Maybe this is the best that they can do.

"Again!"

Rhae jabbed instantly at her opponent's midsection, the tip of her wooden sword aimed between his ribs. Months of practice kept her arm steady and her aim true, even now, after a long morning of practicing drills.

Aemond waved his weapon tightly, defending his torso, a flicker of irritation on his face. Rhae knew why—This was the simplest move for him to deflect. So long as he made contact with her sword before it reached his leathers, his superior strength allowed him to bat it aside with ease. Even an imprecise swing would suffice.

But Rhae stayed her course, stabbing rather than cutting, one... two... three more times, each time with increasing speed. She never reached her target, but she needled her opponent nonetheless. Aemond's aggitation grew with each successful block.

Sensing an outburst, Rhae feigned a fifth and final stab at his chest. Aemond moved to parry, only for his blade to whiff at open air. By the time he recognized the trick, Rhae had manuevered to his blinded left side, but rather than strike, she took a half step backwards.

Aemond pivoted hard, swinging his sword with furious determination, aiming straight for her head. But Rhae needn't move—he'd misjudged the distance, the tip of his weapon passing near six inches from her face.

"Pales bartos," Rhae chided.

"Hit... me!" Aemond grunted between swings, but Rhae merely continued to dance from reach.

"You first."

"Less talking!" Ser Criston barked.

Aemond stalked closer, shifting his gaze to either side of her as he approached. Like a shadowcat, Rhae thought. She'd used to watch them roam the mountains from Runestone's walls as a girl. Quiet, calculated, hungry. He'd grown considerably in the months passed, surpassing Rhae in height, and already well on his way to surpassing Aegon. A long thin scar carved him from cheek to brow, his empty eye socked now covered by a patch of leather. His remaining eye flickered with fire.

Faster than Rhae would've thought possible, he lunged, stabbing at her stomach. She used both hands to drive away the attack, but it still wasn't enough to overpower Aemond, who had followed through the stab with the rest of his body, ramming her to the ground with his shoulder.

"Oof!"

Aemond gazed down at her as she tried to catch her breathe, the wind having been knocked out of her.

"You're not trying."

"You're... not hitting... me either..."

"Then what in the Seven Hells are you doing in the dirt?" Aemond offered her his hand. "If you won't sieze the advantages available to you, you'd best stay there."

"He's right." Ser Criston said. "You're smaller than any opponent you're like to come up against, Rhae. The enemey will always use your weaknesses against you. I'd implore you to do the same."

Rhae rose to her feet, brushing Aemond's hand away. His remaining eye stared down at her still.

"Yes, Ser," she said.

Fine , my prince. Your way.

"Again!"

Rhae darted to Aemond's blind side instantly, already lashing with her sword, her weapon raking along the ridges of his ribcage. As they settled back into their starting stances, Aemond smiled.

"Again!"

Rhae parried once... twice... three times as Aemond pressed an attack. Every time Rhae tried to put distance between them, Aemond's long legs would carry him closer. Rhae managed to hold him off until... Too close. He thrust at her stomach, but Rhae ducked then spun, passing by his left side. She struck him between the shoulders. This time, Aemond returned to his mark scowling.

"Again!"

He rushed her again, swinging harder than ever before. By the second parry Rhae's arms ached from the effort of battering him off, her hands stinging with the force of each blow. She feigned a stab at his left side, hoping he'd overcompensate for his blindness. Sure enough, he took a large step back, giving Rhae the chance to stray further from his reach. But Aemond's eye was blazing now, and chased her right back down. He swung once... twice... Rhae switched her grip to two hands, only barely raising her sword in time to catch the next blow.

"FUCK!"

Rhae's weapon fell from her fingers with a loud crack, Aemond's leaded sword striking her wrist. She inhaled sharply, holding her hand between her legs, the sting welling her unwilling eyes with tears.

Ser Criston was there in a second, his calloused hands gentle for once, as he coaxed her fingers from the injury. She couldn't help but whimper as he felt along the bone.

"Broken," He huffed. "You!" He barked to a fletcher, watching quietly at his station some distance away. "Fetch a Maester." The knight turned his attention back to her, breathing deeply, urging her to do the same. "It feels clean, just hold it steady, there you go."

She did as he instructed. Over the knight's shoulder, she could see Aemond staring down at his sword, his one eye simmering.

Later that night, Rhae sat in front her room's firepit, her now-bandaged wrist aching as she finished signing her latest letter to Jon back at Runestone. In a matter of days, he and a host of Royces would be set sail for King's Landing, to join the festivities held in Aegon and Helaena's honor. In two weeks time they would be wed.

She rolled the parchment shut, spooning a glob of hot wax onto it's edges. As she pressed it closed with the studded seal of her house, a knock sounded at the door.

"Come in," she called.

Aemond passed through the door, changed from his leathers into linen. His long silvered hair was damp and hanging loosely around his shoulders. Freshly washed from the days activities, Rhae assumed. She pat the cushioned space beside her, but when he reached the foot of the ottomon he stayed standing.

"I wanted to apologize."

Rhae raised a brow. "For?"

"Breaking your wrist."

"Training yard mishap," she waved her good hand. "Don't be."

"I misjudged in the yard this morning," Aemond continued. "I meant to knock your sword from your hand, but..." He pulled his eye patch from his head and dropped it on the cushion. "I missed. Again. It won't happen anymore. I'll do better. I'll be better."

Rhae looked up to meet his eye. As always, she was met with the absence of his other.

"I know you will."

At last he sat down beside her, delicately taking her hand and examining the bandages.

"How does it feel?

"As good as it looks," Rhae said. At least the broken bone was on the same side as her ruined skin. Her betrothed ran his thumb across her forearm, studying her scars fondly. She could not feel his finger brush against her skin, but watching him do so made her shiver all the same.

"Do you ever grow used to the staring?"

"Sometimes," Rhae said. Not like this. "I can't stop anyone from staring anymore than I can make my nerves grow back. Growing used to it is all there is."

Aemond nodded.

"The lords and the ladies... the maesters and the septons and the servants..." He mumbled. "They all look at me like I'm a freak. A monster."

"Have they met Vhagar?"

She thought this might earn her a smile, but Aemond only clenched his hand restlessly.

"It's not the same. Vhagar inspires reverence as much as she inspires fear. Everywhere she goes, people pay attention. But when they look upon her rider... they look away just as quickly." Aemond sighed deeply, his eye tracing up her arm and to her face. "But not you. I was... pleased to hear of our betrothal. You've always seen me for what I am."

"It's not enough," Rhae said. She knew him better than that.

"I wish it were," Aemond agreed. "I'd always envisioned myself a knight as well as a dragonrider, but it seems the cost for one has been the other. How am I to be worthy of Vhagar when I struggle to best..."

"Me?"

Aemond looked relieved to hear her say it.

"I wish to be storied. They don't sing songs for one-eyed knights, Rhae. There aren't any. I fear I'm victim as to why."

"They will." Rhae asserted. "Symeon Star-Eyes has one, and he hasn't got either."

"Symeon Star-Eyes?"

Rhae grinned. It wasn't often she got to teach Aemond a bit of history.

"You wouldn't know of him, would you? Hightowers descend from the Andals." Rhae could see that Aemond had begun to trace along her arm again. He was leaned forward now, listening intently.

"Tell me."

Rhae felt her cheeks flush.

"Well, you wouldn't, because Symeon comes from before them. The Andals, I mean." Rhae took a moment to find her breath. "Back in the times of the First Men, when us Royces ruled as Bronze Kings. He fought with a staff, only it had blades on each end, so he could spin it about and cut down two men at once. Two blades he had, but no eyes. He put sapphires in their place. That's how he got his name—Star-Eyes."

"And he was a knight?"

"According to the songs." Rhae grinned. "One of my favorites, really. As a girl I used to play in the Godswood while my Uncle prayed. I'd search for fallen branches to make my staff, and once I had it, I'd wonder the wood with my eyes closed, striking trees and rocks and bushes. A squirrel, once. And Ser Gerold, when he eventually came and found me."

Aemond hummed.

"That's a good story."

They sat in silence a moment, listening to the crackle of the fireplace. Rhae noticed Aemond's hand had come to rest on her own.

"You'll have to come see it soon." She said. "The Godswood. Runestone."

"We'll fly together." Aemond agreed. "After the wedding."

They sat in silence a while longer, until the logs in the fire had turned to charcoal, dimming as its fuel turned to ash. Aemond put his eyepatch back on, but when Rhae walked him to the door, his hand was back in her's again.

"Goodnight, Aemond."

He tugged her a bit closer, his spare hand reaching for her face. No sooner had his fingers brushed her cheek did his mouth hungered forward. Rhae pushed her toes to meet him, their collision hard and hot. Rhae fell into him, and it was only after a few moments did Aemond help her steady herself. He was pink to the ears.

"Goodnight, Rhae."

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Do you have any LGBTQ+ black clover headcanons? Talk about them!

I sure do have LGBT+ headcanons for Black Clover characters so let's go over them.

Black Bulls

Vanessa - Bisexual

I headcanon Vanessa as bi (leans more towards women) because her backstory feels very similar to a queer allegory.

Vanessa is has pink hair and pronouns, grew up with a strict maternal figure (who does have Catholic imagery), who forbade her from having relationships with people of a certain gender. Then as soon as she leaves and finally joins the outside world, she starts to dress in more revealing clothes and drinks a lot.

All of that together, it just feels very similar to the way that people who have grown up with overly religious and strict parents behave when they leave to go to college.

Also this haircut

The certified bisexual haircut.

Finral - Bisexual

I headcanon Finral as bi (leans more to women) for pretty similar reasons to Vanessa. They're parallels to each other after all, older siblings to abusive parents that didn't treat them right only to leave to help themselves while also choosing to be the older sibling that the Black Bulls deserve.

He also reminds me of my bi friends, he does finger guns a lot, and is very comfortable when it comes to complimenting men.

Magna - Bisexual

I ship magluck so my opinion is definitely going to be skewed but I fully think he's bi (no gender preference). The way he talks about being a man and masculinity, it just feels like a bit more than just appreciation, to me at least.

Luck - Pansexual

Like with Magna, my opinion on this is skewed because I ship magluck but I headcanon Luck as pan (no gender preference). His design is nearly the pan flag (just missing the pink) and he hasn't shown any real preference to anyone when it comes to forming a romantic and/or sexual relationship. When it comes to Luck's relationship with dating, it's a bit muddy because he's never been shown to be explicitly in love with anyone but from what we've seen he's not against dating women and the only person he's blushed around was Magna. Also when the Black Bulls share the type of people they like, Luck doesn't specify gender his preferred partner by gender (source: chapter 103).

As you can see, save for Gordon, everyone else uses gendered terms (or just say the person's name) to describe their preferred partner, expect for Luck.

I will say, I do know that when the captains answer, they use more gendered neutral terms (source: chapter 167)

but here's the fun thing about fanon, I can pick and chose when I want to stick my fingers in ears and go "lalalalalalalala! I can't hear you!"

Noelle - Biromantic/Asexual

This is a headcanon that's a bit skewed because Noelle reminds me a lot of Marinette from ML so I share a lot of headcanons between them. Putting that aside Noelle is bi (leans more to men)/ace (sex neutral).

First of all, I'd like to look at her upbringing. Even though it doesn't seem like homophobia exists in the BC universe (basing this off of the devil worshiper arc) I wouldn't put it past the royals to be queerphobic or have amanormative/heteronormative views.

With that in mind, it wouldn't be too strange to believe that Noelle would pick up some comphet beliefs. She definitely like Asta but I also feel like her relationship with Kahono is also a bit romantic.

Let's also not forget that Noelle has a hard time with her emotions, Kahono even notes this herself. (Source: chapter 103)

With that, I think that she struggles to understand her romantic feelings so it makes sense to me that she wouldn't realize that she does like girls.

I headcanon her as asexual because when it comes to being physical, Noelle seems a bit finicky, in a word. We see that does like intimacy but when it comes to Asta, her love interest, grabbing her or any time of physical contact, suddenly she's very uncomfortable and it just feels pretty asexual.

Grey - Genderfluid

When it comes to shape shifters, I pretty much always headcanon them as genderfluid or trans and Grey is no exception.

Throughout most of her time in the Black Bulls, everyone saw her as a man. She chose to present herself as a man an never corrected anyone when they used he/him pronouns for her, it was also the form she was more comfortable with. She also doesn't seem too uncomfortable when she's presenting as anyone, male or female.

Also, it's no secret that Grey's backstory is based on Cinderella and I once saw a tumblr thread talk about how Cinderella being trans ties the story together (points such as, the slipper only fitting on her foot, the reason why the prince charming didn't even know she existed, it's also why her step mother hated her a lot, etc) and since that stuck with me, I ended up seeing Grey in a similar way.

Nero - Aromantic/Heterosexual

When it comes to Nero's relationships with other people she is a bit closed off, especially since she was a royal that lost her status early on in life. Then you look at her relationship with Lumiere and their relationship never really felt romantic. It was emotional, they were together, but it wasn't romantic at all, to me at least. Then you have the times when she was a bird. I don't ship Asta and Nero but it does seem like she prefers physical relationships than emotional relationships seeing as how she liked Asta the most and was always found on his head.

Nacht - Aro/Ace

Can't get into this too much without dipping into the manga so I'm just gonna say ✨vibes✨

Golden Dawn

Yuno - Aro/Ace

I headcanon Yuno as romance-neutral aromantic/sex repulsed asexual. I feel that Tabata wrote Yuno to be aromantic-spec and/or asexual-spec because Yuno absolutely does not vibe with sexual or romantic relationships in the slightest.

He's called handsome by everyone around him, the male and female characters, and has tons of girls flaunting over him. In fact, in universe, he is literally the hottest guy (source: chapter 105)

Despite everything playing in Yuno's favor to have a romantic partner, he doesn't bat an eye to anyone ever nor does he have a single major character as a love interest.

(I know that Charmy technically has a crush on him but I personally refuse to acknowledge it because as someone who's been both 15 and 19, it makes me very uncomfortable that Charmy was 19 when she fell in love with a whole ass 15 year old.)

Additionally, he just seems so uninterested in any type of physical/sexual relationship and I think the biggest example of this comes from the hot springs arc. even though Yami got all the men hyped up to peep at the women, Yuno could not be more unbothered by the idea. Just look at him. (Source: Chapter 111)

This kid would not care about peeping if his life depended on it. He says that he's "not this kind of character" (which feels like a way of explaining asexuality without knowing the exact wording for it) and Asta even adds onto this by saying that Yuno has been this way since birth. With all of that I just really cannot help but think of Yuno as an asexual or ace-spec.

When you combine his complete disinterest in romance and in anything sexual, it really feels like he's supposed to be somewhere on the aro or ace spectrum. If he's not, he is in my mind.

Mimosa - Lesbian

I know I'm like one of three people to headcanon Mimosa as a lesbian but hear me out. Yes in canon she has a crush on Asta but in my fanon, she's comphet.

This is my headcanon for a few reasons. First of all, like Noelle, Mimosa grew up basically in the household with the same expectations put on them. So as mentioned with Noelle, I wouldn't put it past the royals to have queerphobic beliefs.

Also, Mimosa is an airhead. When it comes to other people's emotions, she cannot understand them to save her life. This is the main reason why Noelle had a hard time seeing her when Mimosa in the dungeon arc. If she's this bad with emotions, it's not hard to believe she would struggle to navigate her own emotions.

Then that takes us to her crush on Asta and I'm still holding onto the comphet lesbian headcanon. Mimosa is trying to go through life her own way, this is why she's in Golden Dawn and not the Crimson Lions, meaning I wouldn't put it past her that this is the first time ever she's really interacted with people outside of her family.

At the end of the dungeon arc, Asta happily smiled and thanked Mimosa for what she did. That was the moment Mimosa fell for him but due to my headcanons/warped perception of the show, I don't see it that way. Even if she was straight, it just feels very comphet to fall for the first boy outside of your family that was nice to you more than once (it's important to remember that Klaus kinda sucked at this time and that Yuno struggles to show affection). In fact, I've personally experienced this and have siblings who've also been there.

Also here's the difference between how Mimosa looked at Asta, after falling for him, and Lolopechka dressed as a queen.

She is just taken aback completely by Lolopechka's beauty but when it comes to Asta, she's just timid. All the moments when Mimosa is blushing around Asta, to my heavily biased POV, it feels more performative than actual attraction.

To even bring Yuno into this, Mimosa hasn't developed feelings for him at all. Throughout the whole series, girls are constantly throwing themselves at Yuno's feet to get his attention and is, once again, he is the most attractive male character in Black Clover. Despite this, Mimosa, the girl who is constantly near him, gets to see him when he's vulnerable, just doesn't develop even a twinge of romantic feelings towards him. She sees him as only a friend.

Lastly, I feel like Mimosa being a lesbian works well with her crush on Asta because it's pretty obvious it's not gonna work out in the end. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that Astelle is going to be canon and when that happens, I think Mimosa taking time to separate her feelings from Asta and move on is something I think is bound to happen, if that happens, I think it'd be really cool if while she's sorting through feelings, she comes to a lesbian realization and pursues relationships with other people, (if I had to be honest, I'd say Rebecca because then you'd have two girls who were heartbroken by the same guy, bonding over that, getting together in the end, and Rebecca finally gets to live a life where she doesn't have to worry about money.)

Alecdora - Gay

This man is madly in love with William with bad coping mechanisms for it, and I refuse to hear anything about it. Fellas, is it gay to devote your entire life to a man to the point that when his attention is diverted to someone else, just a little bit, it gives you so much anxiety that you lose weight because it?

Crimson Lions

Fuegoleon - Bigender

This literally has nothing to do with anything Fuegoleon has done in canon, the reason why I headcanon him as bigender comes from this thread and I wasn't able to stop myself from seeing him as bigender. I think about it so much that I genuinely forget at times that's he's not bigender in canon.

Mereoleona - Lesbian

Originally, this did just start from ✨vibes✨and the fact that she does fall kinda fall into the cliche of lesbians that live alone and scare off the men in their lives. Then Sword of the Wizard King came out and that solidified the lesbian Mereoleona headcanon to me.

I know that Mereoleona said her preferred partner was a "man" but once again, this is fanon so my fingers are in my ears. When it comes to Mereoleona's romantic/sexual life, the one and only character I can see her working with is Princia, Mereoleona did mention she wanted a partner that wouldn't die in mortal combat and Princia didn't. In fact, they were evenly matched, and they're sun and moon coded (methinks soulmates).

I also started shipping them because I'm me but can you really blame me this time? Mereoleona and Princia had a fight in which they very physical with each other, had their clothes get constantly torn off, and kept asking to keep going at it for another round. I feel like I'm describing a fanfiction but I'm just describing what happened on screen.

She's never really had this relationship with anyone else. Everyone, even Yami, is scared of her. So to have a partner that's able to not only handle her energy but able to dish it back to her just feels fitting.

Grey/Aqua Deers

Rill - Asexual

Part of this comes from the fact that I've never met a single cishet artist in my life. Every artist I've ever known has been queer in one way or another.

But to actually look at his character, Rill just seems completely uninterested in any sexual relationships. His one and only romance blossomed when Charmy kicked his ass and it feels a lot like he's admiring her beauty and strength but not in a sexual way.

Blue Rose Knights

Sol - Lesbian

She pretty much fits the lesbian stereotype to a T

Princia - Lesbian

Along with a lot of the reasons that I headcanon Mereoleona as a lesbian and she did become the captain of an all girl squad so I'm already doubting any straight behavior.

Coral Peacocks

Kirsch - Queer

When it comes to Kirsch, I feel like no other description is better than he's himself. I don't think he'd use any label for himself (I can, however, see him picking his favorite pride flag and saying that it's his).

Other characters

Kahono - Lesbian

Kahono definitely likes Noelle, I just interpret it as romantic. They were able to bond so much over their short time and the first thing that Kahono does after getting her voice back is hug Noelle, this is to saw she barely acknowledges Asta's existence. Then after going on the double date, Kahono just immediately suggests that she and Noelle go on date (Source: chapter 103).

We don't get to see what happens next but Kahono did start these dates to get Noelle to realize her feelings and seeing as how Noelle just sent Asta flying, my headcanon is that Kahono saw this as a way to shoot her shot to get Noelle to notice her.

You also have the fact that Kahono grew up in the Seabed Temple, meaning that her experiences with being queer are probably going to be different than the other characters and she's probably more open to it.

Sister Lily - AroAce

I headcanon Lily as a romance and sex repulsed aroace for two reasons. The first reason is how she views Asta's crush on her. Sure, Asta is annoying about his crush on her I also think that part of her disinterest comes from being aroace.

The other reason comes from the fact that she became a nun pretty early in her life. If I remember correctly, Lily became a nun when she was 16, that's a pretty young age to swear yourself to celibacy and I know people do it but there's a part of me that can't help but think it's because she's aroace and saw an out to any potential relationships.

Vanica - Lesbian

Vanica has men constantly falling over themselves to be with her, yet she doesn't really care too much about them. When it comes to the women, however, she's pretty open when talking about their beauty. Also, once again, because I'm me (and because of my moots), I do ship her with Noelle.

I know I have more but that's all I got at the moment

+ As a bonus

The characters who I think would be over the top with their allyship: Asta, Leopold, Klaus, Lumiere.

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