#you've got the wrong house villain

[womanofwords]

Silver Swan (Part 12)

Neglected!fem!reader x yandere!batfam

It was laughably easy to guide your siblings into making a decision. All you had to do was stand near the bookshelves looking rather helpless and wait for assistance. And in five . . . four . . . three . . . two . . . one . . .

"Y/N, you've been staring at that bookshelf for a while now. Is something wrong?" Jason asked.

"Yes. I need to get a book down from the shelf, but all I remember is the cover image, which I can't see from looking at the spines. It's going to be a pain to put all of these back, though."

"I'll help you, little buddy," Jason said, smiling. "It'll be no trouble."

"OK. How about we start at opposite ends and work our way towards the middle?" you suggested, pointing at the end of the shelf when you'd first seen the stash of invitations.

You didn't have to wait long until Jason 'found' the invitations. He barely flinched at the sight of them hitting the floor. "What the hell is this?" he muttered.

"Maybe Bruce left business cards behind," you suggested. Jason picked them up and looked at them with a critical eye.

"No, Y/N. These aren't Bruce's business cards; they're invitations with your name on them. To every gala and dinner we've ever been to."

"What? So I had been invited? I wasn't unwanted like Damian always said?" You had to join the dots up slowly, so as not to raise suspicion of prior knowledge.

"It appears so," Jason said.

"And . . . it was someone in this house." Your voice shook. "It could be anyone. It might even be you!"

"Me?" Jason's face slackened. "It's not me, Y/N, I didn't do this-"

"A likely story! You were all so embarrassed of me for so long! I shouldn't be surprised by this! I was at home, wondering why society hated me, when it was my own family members the whole time!"

"Y/N!" Jason reached out to hold you, but you got out of the way.

"Don't touch me! I don't want to see you! I don't want to see any of you! I'm going up to my room and counting the minutes until I can leave legally!" you yelled. "You can keep the invitations. God knows I don't need them." You stomped up to your room in crocodile tears, leaving Jason with a handful of useless invitations.

And the world's greatest detective.

*_*_*_*_*_

"You and Y/N found these invitations in between books in the bookshelf?" Bruce asked, the two of them safely within his office.

"Yes. It fell out when I was helping her look for a book. Every gala we'd ever been invited to, she was too. But someone hid her invitation, and she was just . . . left at home. Like a handbag that went out of style last year. No wonder Y/N feels like everyone hates her. Someone's been going out of their way to exclude them from what should be family outings."

"Jason," Bruce said, but Jason continued like a train with no brakes.

"Because the invitations are in the house but not delivered to Y/N, it must be someone in the house. I bet it's that little brat, Damian. He always hated Y/N," Jason continued. "Alfred's also a suspect."

That caught Bruce off-guard. "Why would you suspect Alfred?"

"One: he handles all incoming and outgoing mail. Two: he's always nice to Y/N; maybe he wanted her to stay with him and bond further. And three: I always wanted to say the butler did it."

Bruce glared at Jason. "Unfortunately, you will not get a chance to say that line."

"And how do you figure that? Did you find out who did it already?" Jason let out a low whistle. "That's fast, even for you."

Bruce slowly got up from his chair, breathing out carbon dioxide and guilt. "I hid Y/N's invites, Jason."

Jason froze. "What?"

"I hid her invites to events. She's the only civilian in the family, and would have been in the most danger from villains had she gone. After watching the lack of care the rest of you had for her, I knew you would not have protected her if something had happened."

"That's bullshit! You could have just said so and we would have watched Y/N! Don't you dare deflect this onto us, Bruce, especially when you were hardly father of the year!"

"It was for her own good."

"Some good it did! She genuinely believes that we all hate her and there's nothing left to stay for here! You are going to come with me and tell her that it's your fault she never got to go to any of the events."

"Why are you so adamant about this happening now?"

"Because Y/N is going to fall into the clutches of Silver Swan if we keep leaving her unattended!" Jason yelled. "We've seen her with Forbes Umbleby, and we know that she's willing to use charm, flirting, and seduction to get her way. What if she convinces Y/N to take the fall for her or join her in a life of crime? She could die or go missing, not that you'd give a rat fart!"

"Understood. Jason, we will go to Y/N's room and we will explain everything," Bruce said.

You heard footsteps going up to your room and panicked. Your father and brother were going to come in and find your room and your Silver Swan stuff and realise that Damian was right and it was you all along. You had to get changed, fast.

"Where's the mask when I need it?" you muttered, cursing under your breath as you turned your room upside down. You already had the shoes and the cloak. Your hoverboard had yet to be called, but you could do that once you had your mask.

"Y/N, it's Bruce and Jason. I know why you never got invited anywhere with us. We . . . need to . . . talk." Jason burst into your room with Bruce, his words and his movement coming to a halt when they saw you in near-complete Silver Swan getup.

Oh, shit.

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Part 13

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[seraphdesire]

Regarding Donna Beneviento and her characterisation in the fandom, I think it's important to note that she really isn't the shy awkward adorable blushing mess that everyone depicts her as being.

This got long but I did a mildly extensive read on her character under the break! :)

Here are the notes I took a screencap of, written by Mother Miranda, which talks about the suitability of Donna being a vessel for Eva:

There's the evidence you need that she is severely mentally ill, so babying her just feels... wrong anyway, all things considered.

Note - "and has divided her Cadou among her dolls in order to control them from a distance." While I'm on my 3rd replay of re8 I still don't fully get how the Cadou works, but what I think is essentially happening is Donna is literally splitting off parts of herself and putting them in her dolls.

The main one being Angie, of course.

I always used to consider Angie a separate character entirely but she's linked deeply to Donna on a very personal level. Considering what she's like and what all the other dolls are like - loud, funny, sarcastic, rude, etc - and how Donna is literally the one directly controlling Angie (that's the only way she moves lol, because Donna is carrying her places. Which is also why, when you kill Angie, the illusion melts away to reveal that you've actually killed Donna), I think it's safe to say that's what her actual personality is like.

Also, her only spoken line of dialogue? Please listen to it. For those who are hard of hearing, like me, she says: "don't leave... I can't let you."

Bearing in mind the way she speaks? Her tone? She sounds confident imo. Determined. And perhaps even a little angry at Ethan for thinking he can escape her.

Just a last addition as well, can I say that her abilities as one of the Four Lourds is genuinely evil? Everyone else has physical intimidation - Alcina has her height and her claws and mutation, Heisenberg has his ability to control magnetic fields and metal, and Moreau can mutate into that huge fish-with-legs thing that vomits something akin to acid? Oh yeah and he can swallow you whole too.

Donna, on the other hand, doesn't have physical intimidation like that. She only has the threat of psychological damage (which makes sense considering she's severely mentally unwell). When Ethan goes through her gardens and has to solve the puzzles in the house, she makes him hallucinate about his wife whom he thinks is dead, and about his baby who is somewhere in this unknown country with a bunch of mutants who only have bad intentions.

It's even worse in the Shadows of Rose DLC imo. As Rose, Donna makes her hallucinate the bullies from back home, being called a freak and a weirdo, made to relive the worst moments of her life. And the puzzles too? Hell. Having to actually recreate the scenes of her bullying with wooden fucking dolls. I remember feeling really sorry for Rose while playing through that part.

And yet Donna is still "the uwu baby" because what? I don't know. People love to declaw female villains just because they're attractive (looking at Lady Dimitrescu here). They love to reduce the characters down to their looks and not consider their actual lore or background or the role they play in the franchise (looking at Leon especially...)

Which, ya know, of course people are allowed their headcanons for characters and Donna doesn't get enough screentime to really have her personality even thought of, let alone to be made canon. But I think it's fair to say that Angie and Donna are basically one and the same because they're literally the same Cadou.

This is a quick reminder that you are, of course, allowed to disagree with me. Everyone has their own opinions and that's fine. If you would like to politely debate about this in my comments or in my DMs, or even in my asks, then you're more than welcome to! Please remember debating and arguing are two different things though.

If it really irks you that bad then please scroll, it's not hard. If you don't want to do that then feel free to block me - the button is free of charge after all and should be used more to cultivate your feed to your liking.

[laseracronym]

Do you think you can make a part two To the Yandere Tenya ?!

Sure! ^u^ I've got some more headcanons up my sleeve!

No NSFW this time. More angst ahead, and kind of an unhappy resolution, unfortunately XD;

Part 1

Yandere!Iida Headcanons Part 2

Iida's quite taken by the intoxicating thought of you pregnant with his child, belly rounded with life and stunning in your maternal glow. It would be good to have an heir to the Iida lineage, of course, but it's more than that. The idea of you bound to him in something as precious as the creation of a life, the family that would come from that, the future together, it all nearly has him hard with want. He loves you, of course he would want a family with you, but the appeal is a lot darker than that for him. It would mean that no matter what, for the rest of your life, you would always have some form of connection to him. In his more self aware moments, the way his mind twists such a precious concept has him sick with disgust in himself.

Iida's always been possessive of you when you're around what he would call "potential rivals." His friends always teased him for being a bit stiff and a stickler for the rules, and perhaps a bit of insecurity has settled in him that you might fall for someone more carefree, more "fun." So he gets jealous, and clingy, and insists others keep a respectable distance from his girlfriend. His friends think it's cute, how worked up he can get, who would have thought that the former class president could get so jealous? Surely you have him wrapped around your little finger. But is it really so cute? When his eyes darken and his jaw clenches, a fist forming at his side just out of sight? When he takes you home and considers never letting you out again?

It wouldn't be accurate to say that Iida's friends never catch on. Some of them do see the darkness in him, and it worries them probably as much as it worries Iida. While a few just have faith that Iida would never take things too far, others, well... After everything they've been through as a class, they're not going to let their friend fall. For some, that means interfering before things get too serious, for others, that means making sure Iida doesn't get caught. He's not the only one in the group with dark inclinations.

You would find out about Iida's darker side from his very own mouth. One day he goes too far, in his jealousy, in his brutality towards a villain that harmed you, whatever it is, it brings you to call him out when you're at home. You've been noticing worrying changes with Iida for a while now, and you demand to know: what is wrong with him?

What's wrong with him? There's too much that's wrong, and the fact that you can see it, which is his worst nightmare, breaks him. He falls to his knees in front of you, arms around your middle and face pressed into your stomach as every dark, alarming thought he's ever had comes out of him.

It shatters your perception of him irreparably. The good man you thought you knew wants to keep you in a cage, wants to possess you so wholly it scares even himself. You try to draw away from him, try to be gentle as you tell him, "Tenya, you need help..." and it confirms to him that he's lost you.

He doesn't let go.

This was the beginning of your brief captivity. By this point, Iida had already been taking more and more of your agency away from you, controlling the finances and steadily closing you away from your old social circle. It might not have been with this outcome in mind at the time, but it worked in his favor now. A few emails and calls and you could be gone for weeks without anyone sounding the alarm, and those that would look for you were mostly Iida's friends, too.

It was misery being locked away, physically restrained and constantly monitored to keep you from leaving the house. The locks were changed, your phone and computer taken away, the only way out was through Iida, himself, who definitely had the physical advantage.

Throughout it all, Iida was a bizarre combination of remorseful and resolute. He felt so bad for putting you through this, begging for your forgiveness and hating what he'd become. That said, he didn't feel so bad as to let you go, and it was obvious that he was still hoping to continue your relationship, with or without your approval. You didn't recognize him anymore. You tried to reason with him, and when that didn't work, you fought him, desperate to escape, but Iida was a tough opponent, and you found that getting out on your own was a hopeless endeavor.

But your capture didn't last forever. As stated, it was a brief captivity, no more than a few weeks, maybe a few months at most (though that time felt like forever). He hadn't planned for this, after all. It would be Iida's friends that got you out, subduing Iida and bringing him to see reason and seek help. However, you would find that it was mostly for Iida's sake, not for your own. There would be no justice for your kidnapping and imprisonment. The former Class A was a tight knit group, and they would ensure that Iida would still have a chance to be the hero he wanted to be, even if it meant keeping your ordeal from seeing the light of day.

Through help and support, Iida would slowly learn to control his possessive urges, but they would still remain at the back of his mind. He would always, always desire to get that happy ending with you.

(Requests)

[alex69rockwell]

Uhmm yeah.....Last year I saw Grunge playlists of @arayashikiii and @upon-lavender-hills (whom I certainly want to thank for inspiring me to create this) and I've been thinking about creating my own ever since, BUT! I must warn you'all that there are quite a lot of dubious songs that I associate with "So much to say" fanfiction, there are also a few songs that are suitable only for Runge or only for Grimmer. Below I will mark who and which song belongs to!!!

GRUNGE

• Nonpareil of Favor - of Montreal

"My lover, I've been donating

Time to review

All the misinterpretations

That define me and you

I'm thinking about you

In my secret language

Because I know you're the only one

Who can help me take it easy

------------

It's like you were always there

Just on the tip of my tongue

And I needed you to happen, yeah

And now that you've happened

And it really, really, really came true

I feel like I ought to thank somebody

So I'm gonna thank you, thank you

Thank you, thank you

Thank you, thank you"

• Motion Sickness - Phoebe Bridgers

"I hate you for what you did

And I miss you like a little kid

I faked it every time, but that's alright

I can hardly feel anything, I hardly feel anything at all

You gave me fifteen hundred to see your hypnotherapist

I only went one time, you let it slide

Fell on hard times a year ago

Was hoping you would let it go and you did

I have emotional motion sickness

Somebody roll the windows down

There are no words in the English language

I could scream to drown you out

I'm on the outside lookin' through

You're throwin' rocks around your room

And while you're bleeding on your back in the glass

I'll be glad that I made it out

And sorry that it all went down like it did"

• Strfkr - Rawnald Gregory

"All my life, there you go

Oh please stay, just this once

Anyway

All my life, there they go

Oh please stay, for the night

Anyway

All my life, there you go

Oh please stay, just this once

Anyway

All my life, there they go

Oh please stay, for the night

Anyway"

• Stars - Your Ex-Lover is Dead

"God, that was strange to see you again

Introduced by a friend of a friend

Smiled and said, "Yes, I think we've met before"

In that instant it started to pour

-----------

It's nothing but time and a face that you lose

I chose to feel it and you couldn't choose

I'll write you a postcard

I'll send you the news

From the house down the road from real love

------------

There's one thing I want to say, so I'll be brave

You were what I wanted

I gave what I gave

I'm not sorry I met you

I'm not sorry it's over

I'm not sorry there's nothing to save

I'm not sorry there's nothing to save"

• Connor spiotto - The villain I appear to be

(I just REALLY love this song, I think it's silly and match Grunge so well)

"Sometimes when I

Wanna run away and hide

When there's no one on my side

And all my pride had disappeared

I take it off my mind

And leave it all behind

Nothin' left to do but

Try to take the leap and follow through

And that's exactly what I'll do

I know to you I don't seem very strong

But, I assure you, before you can find me, I'm gone

So come on and catch me; you've still got a chance

But not for long

I'll be rollin' place to place

Won't stop till I win the race

Although I may have crossed the line

No time to waste on you

I don't plan on slowing

Down; no, I'll keep on going

Even if you think I'm in the wrong

Just know that

Although I may not think everything through

I don't take back what I say or regret what I do

I know that some stay in line and they stick to the plan

But if you leave it to me, I'll do whatever I can 'cause

I know that's what I'm here for

I don't wanna wait around anymore

Even if you can't see

The good inside me

I don't have the time to tell you

Why I do the things that I do

Just please hold on and soon you'll see

That I'm not the villain I appear to be

Movin' along; no, I won't settle down

Until I'm locked behind bars or I'm kicked outta town

So you can keep on a-runnin' around and around

But you will never quite catch up to me!

And I know you think I'm crazy

But I hope that maybe

Now you'll see why

I had to try!"

• Max Raabe - Ein Tag wie Gold

(This song is also just silly and gorgeous ,BUT IT'S IN GERMAN!!! and I also just think it fits them, sssooooo!!!!!)

"Ein Tag wie Gold

In den Adern hunderttausend Volt

Eine Nacht, wie Samt und Seide

Ein Tag wie Gold

Ihr habt doch alles, was ihr wollt

Eine Nacht, schöner kann es nicht sein

Zwei Schritt' nach links

Zwei zurück, dann nach vorn

Jetzt oder nie

Wir sind zum Tanzen geboren

Alles bebt, alles lebt

Hak dich ein

Kann es sein, dass wir verrückt sind?

Ein Tag wie Gold

In den Adern hunderttausend Volt

Eine Nacht, wie Samt und Seide

Leben, ist es nur ein Traum?

Schön wär's, ich glaube kaum

Dass es wahr ist

Pass auf, weil man sehr leicht vergisst

Nichts bleibt, wie es ist

Ohhh

Grüße nach Moskau, Paris, und nach Wien

Wir winken euch zu

Alles kommt nach Berlin

Alles schrill, jeder will, allen war immer klar, dass wir verrückt sind

Ein Tag wie Gold

Was übrig bleibt, das wird verzollt

Ein Schimmern

Denn was kümmern mich Bilanzen

Lass uns Tanzen!"

• Tally Hall - Hidden in the Sand

"

-------------

When you had to bid adieu (ooh, ooh, ooh)

Said you'd never love anew (ooh, ooh, ooh)

I wondered if I could hold it

And fall in love with it too

You told me to buy a pony

But all I wanted was you

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"

• They Might Be Giants - Too Tall Girl

( Silliness kicked in )

"Fall in love with a too-tall girl

Deleterious and delerious

Fall in love with a too-tall girl

With her magazine

Dressed in aubergine

Too-tall girl can see

Past the rooftops and the trees

Too-tall girl can see

Past the crosstown mall and towny sprawl"

And now, it's only Runge

• Lemon Demon - I Earn My Life

"I'll quit my job the day I die

I'll quit my job the day I die

I break my back and never cry

I break my back and never cry

I'm losing all my hair, losing all my hair

I'm losing all my hair because a man provides

I'm standing on a chair, standing on a chair

I'm standing on a chair because I earn my life

I earn my life, I earn my life

I learned it from my father and tell it to my wife

Jesus Christ, don't tell me not to hurry

I wouldn't be so worried if I wasn't always right

While you're asleep I'm terrified

While you're asleep I'm terrified

I see the end before my eyes

I see the end before my eyes

A marker on a grave, marker on a grave

Marker on a grave and I know I'm the one who died

And underneath the name, underneath the name

Underneath my name it says, "He Earned His Life"

I earn my life, I earn my life

I learned it from my father my father never lied

Jesus Christ, better learn how to forage

Utilities and mortgage are all that will survive"

Only Grimmer

• That Handsome Devil - Charlie's Inferno

"You can run from your demons until you are exhausted

One day, you will have to stop and find out what they wanted

Keep on running from those demons 'til you are exhausted

You can run to those angels until you are exhausted

One day, you will have to stop and question what they wanted

Keep on running to those angels 'til you are exhausted

"Excuse me, sir! (I don't)

There must be someone you've confused me for (want to)

If I could see someone who knew me or someone in uniform (die)

I really don't belong here (please don't)

I know you've heard the tune before! (Let me die)"

[explosionkatsu]

AGE DOESN'T MATTER 23

Dad!Bakugo x Teacher!Babysitter!Reader

22

7 p.m. is what it says to the clock and Katsuki hasn't arrived yet. It seems like Eijiro is quite busy as well for Kazui is still with her.

You were starting to feel uneasy since something must've come up that caused them to be this late. After checking your watch once again, you've decided to just drop Kazui yourself. The thing is, you don't know where Katsuki's parents live and you doubt you'll get a detailed answer from him.

'Well, no harm in trying.' You thought to yourself and poked Kazui who was busy watching some cartoons on your phone.

"Kazui-chan." You called out making Kazui look up at you confused.

"Hai?" He responded.

"Do you know where your bachan lives?" You asked.

You were surprised when Kazui told you the complete address, including the lot number.

"H-how?" You were amazed.

"Papa told me if I got lost, I can state Bachan's address so that someone can take me there safely!" Kazui beamed.

"That's very smart of you, Kazui-chan." You praised and gently patted his head smiling.

"Thank you!" Kazui answered.

"What do you say I drop you instead to your bachan?" You suggested. "I don't think Uncle Eiji will be here anytime soon. Something must've come up."

Kazui just nodded when you noticed him yawning. Of course, he's exhausted.

"Alright. Let's pack our stuff and head out." You said.

Y/n began fixing her things as well as Kazui. Once finished, she checked everything and left the school taking Kazui's hand to hers. She plans on buying something to consume on their way as well since it's been hours since Kazui ate anything.

Y/n took Kazui to a ramen house where Kazui finished his meal almost immediately and ate his yogurt on the bus. You intentionally made him sit at the window seat so that he'd be able to point out the place.

"We're here!" He suddenly exclaimed while pointing to a certain house.

Y/n pressed the stop button resulting in the bus halting a few blocks away from where Kazui's pointing. Carefully, Y/n guided Kazui out of the bus and headed to where he was pointing.

'If this is the wrong house, she could just apologize and say it's the wrong house.' Y/n thought while internally praying, as well as readying herself for the excuse.

When they reached the porch, Y/n shakingly pressed the doorbell twice. She was ready to make an excuse, chanting it over and over in her head. Her dread vanished when a woman who looked exactly like a female version of Katsuki opened the door.

"Can I- Kazui!?" Mitsuki shrieked. "Where the hell is your father?!"

"Bachaaan!!" Kazui beamed hugging Mitsuki.

"That brat," Mitsuki mumbled. "Masaru! Your brat left Kazui to some- wait." She blinked, finally looking at you. "Who are you?"

"O-oh!" Y/n stuttered. "I am Y/n L/n." She said and bowed down. "I am Kazui-chan's homeroom teacher, as well as his babysitter."

"Did Kat-, Bakugo leave Kazui to you?" Mitsuki asked and let Kazui in the house.

"Oh, not entirely." Y/n sweat dropped. "Kazui has been waiting for Kirishima to pick him up. But it seems like something came up. I realized it was getting a bit late so I decided to drop Kazui myself, which I am a bit thankful he knew the whole address." She explained, chuckling in the end.

"Oh what am I doing, come in!"

---

"Glad we were able to catch that villain. Man, I thought I'd leave patrol early today." Eijiro said while sitting on the stretcher and letting someone treat his wounds. "Sorry, I couldn't pick up Kazui today."

"Shit!" Katsuki cussed.

"What is it?" Eijiro asked looking at Katsuki in panic.

"I have a fucking date today!"

"What?! With who!?" Eijiro exclaimed. "Bro. You realized it's 8:30 in the evening already, right?"

"I'm supposed to fucking pick her up at the daycare."

Without hesitating, Katsuki told the medic to stop treating him.

"Who!? Where- Dynamight!!!" Eijiro called out. "Awe man."

Katsuki darted away from the scene focusing on getting to the daycare fast, hoping Y/n and Kazui were still there. But as soon as he reached the establishment, he saw that the lights were out and the portico was locked.

"Fuck!" He cussed loudly.

'She must've taken Kazui her. But where? At her home? Yeah. Probably it.' Katsuki thought to himself and blasted himself towards Y/n's apartment.

It took him a few minutes to get there only to notice that her lights were off as well.

"What the hell?" He mumbled. "Where the hell are they.." Katsuki said. He went to the window to check closer but saw no one.

The only place he hasn't gone yet is his own house and his parents.

"Damn it." He cussed once again and blasted away.

---

"So, you've been spending time with Katsuki." Mitsuki was surprised after learning this. It irritates her that Katsuki never tells him anything. "So, how's he?"

Y/n, who was sitting in the dining with Mitsuki smiled. "He's very-"

"Difficult?"

"A-ah. No..." Y/n sweat dropped. "He's really sweet." She giggled. "Whenever I come over to take care of Kazui, I usually cook dinner for 3 people. He'll get mad at me for cooking instead of ordering takeout since he always leaves enough cash for takeouts."

"What do you do to the money he leaves?" Mitsuki asked before sipping her cup of tea.

'Ah.' Y/n thought. It seems like she knew what Mitsuki was doing.

"I bought groceries." Y/n looked down as she said this. "I noticed that there aren't any greens in the fridge. It's usually meat, cereal, a bunch of juices, and a few spices."

"What happened to Katsuki." Mitsuki facepalmed. "That kid is always passionate about his cooking."

"He always complains whenever I cook for him, but he'll eat it anyway." Y/n giggled and took a sip of her tea.

"Why do you do it?" Mitsuki's getting interested in Y/n.

"I can see how tired and exhausted he is whenever he gets home from work."

As Y/n went on to explain, she didn't know that Mitsuki was watching her facial features. Her expression changes whenever she mentions something about Katsuki.

'He'll be so lucky to have this woman.' Mitsuki thought smiling to herself. "Ah. I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself." She smiled. "I'm Mitsuki Bakugo, and here my husband, Masaru Bakugo. You can just call me Mitsuki."

"Oh. It is a pleasure, Mitsuki." Y/n stood up and bowed as a sign of respect.

---

Reaching his own house, Katsuki can see the lights are as well off.

"What the hell?"

He's starting to get worried. Did someone kidnap them? Did they know who Y/n is?

"Fuck!" The only thing he can think of now is to call. But as he tries to reach for his phone, he realizes he left it in his office which frustrates him more.

The only place he hasn't checked is his parents where he doubts, they will be there, but he was hoping they are.

---

"Masaru," Mitsuki called out for her husband signaling him to come over.

Y/n was with Kazui in the living room, obviously spending time with him.

"Yes, dear?" Masaru responded.

"We haven't fully known Y/n right here but I'm liking her for Katsuki right now." She was grinning ear to ear while murmuring what she said.

"What makes you say that?" Masaru said placing a palm on Mitsuki's shoulder.

"I heard the things she did for him. She's the woman I want for our son." Mitsuki smiled.

"You know we just can't-"

"Set them up," Mitsuki answered mischievously.

"Katsuki's smart, dear."

"Not with us." She snickered. "Y/n dear! Come here!"

Y/n blinked curiously but stood up anyway and went to Mitsuki and Masaru.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

Eh?

This question made you blink again. "Huh?"

"Oh! We apologize for snooping around. You are a very lovely woman so we're guessing you have a man in your life." Mitsuki's a great actor alright.

"U-um. I don't have a boyfriend." You stuttered but confused. "It's been years since I last had one."

"Why's that, sweetie?" She was curious, okay?

"I just don't have enough time to look for someone..." You answered truthfully. "If someone came into my life, then I'll accept them wholeheartedly."

"I swear to god if they aren't here-"

Just as Y/n finished her sentence, Katsuki came barging in. Everyone was jolted by his entrance, making them all look at him, and Kazui, well, ran to Y/n in fear.

Mitsuki though, after seeing it was only her son, stomped her way to Katsuki and gave him a hard smack on his head which made Y/n gasp.

"That's normal, Y/n," Masaru says assuring her.

"Ooh.." Y/n said in response.

"Why the hell are you barging in here like that!? You gave us a heart attack you idiot!"

"I was looking for Y/n and Kazui!"

"That doesn't change the fact that you almost killed us all!"

"How the hell would I do that woman!?"

"Who are you calling woman, hah!?"

Then Mitsuki gave Katsuki another smack whilst Masaru just sighed in the background, smiling.

"A-ano.." Y/n's voice halted both the blonde-haired.

Both blonde-haired paused in bickering when they heard Y/n's voice making them look at her.

"Kazui!" Katsuki called out as he reached for Kazui, embracing him tightly. "I was so worried." He breathes out what after seeing Kazui safe.

"Papaaaaa." Kazui groaned, squirming a little while being embraced by his father. "I'm okay!"

Mitsuki just slightly shook her head while witnessing the scene.

"How did they get here?" Katsuki asked as he stood up looking at his mother.

"They knock at the door, genius," Mitsuki answered crossing her arms.

"I- whatever." Katsuki facepalmed.

"A-ano.." You stuttered. "Kazui-chan gave me the address."

He was so focused on Kazui that he almost forgot that you were also here in his parent's house. So when his eyes gaze upon you, he can't help but blush a little which goes unnoticed by Mitsuki who smirks seeing this.

"Tsch." Katsuki tched. "Thanks for keeping Kazui safe."

"It's my responsibility as his teacher and babysitter." You smiled.

"I'm guessing you've met my old hag here," Katsuki mumbles as he scratches his cheeks.

Y/n was a bit distraught. She never focuses on what he is saying because Katsuki is covered in bruises, scratches, wounds, and dirt. She was tempted to heal him.

"Katsuki.." Y/n called out softly.

Katsuki stopped talking and looked at her raising an eyebrow.

"I apologize for cutting you, but I hope you don't mind if I take a look at your bruises. It might get infected... Especially those open wounds.." Y/n said staring at Katsuki worriedly.

"Now that you mentioned it," Mitsuki spoke up. "You look terrible! I was just watching you and Eijiro defeat that villain! Why aren't you patched up!?"

Katsuki only rolled his eyes hearing his mother yell at him, but deep inside he kinda missed it. "Eijiro was getting patched up." Katsuki started. "I was going to as well when he fu-, mentioned Kazui. Since I made plans with Y/n as well, I thought of picking him up instead. But I realized it was a bit late, and looked around for them."

"Be glad that your son knows our address." Mitsuki sighed.

"Son, why don't you use your old bedroom and stay here for tonight?" Masaru walked towards them, smiling. "Your mother can help you with those while I prepare dinner. I'm sure Miss Y/n and Kazui are starving as well."

"A-ah! You don't have to-"

"That would be lovely!" Mitsuki beamed.

"Tsch." Well, it was not a bad idea. "Fine. Only because I'm exhausted."

"Alright then! I'll bring the aid kit while your father-

"Give it to Y/n," Katsuki said finally removing his combat boots.

"Ha?" Mitsuki was confused.

"She's a healer." Katsuki simply said making Y/n's eyes wide open.

"How did y-you know?.." Y/n stuttered.

"Doesn't matter," Katsuki said.

"Oh? That's very interesting, Y/n." Mitsuki smiled. "You can patch Katsuki in his room. I can finally spend time with my grandson!"

---

Katsuki went to his old bedroom along with Y/n following him. He didn't expect his night to turn this way but he was a bit glad to have some a little privacy with Y/n.

"This is my old room," Katsuki said stopping in front of a door.

He slowly pushed the door open and switched the lights on revealing a tidy room with a bunch of Almight stuff around the room.

"I see a fan." Y/n giggled while they both walked into the room.

"Whatever," Katsuki answered. "Be thankful it's not like Izuku's." He mumbled.

"Hm?"

"I'll go shower." He said. "You can wait here. Just sit on the bed, I guess."

"Oh. I'll prepare the med kit while waiting for you." Y/n smiled.

"Alright. I'll be quick." Katsuki said and left.

A few minutes passed, and Katsuki got out of the shower fully clothed. He decided to just change in the bathroom so that it wouldn't create any awkwardness between him and Y/n. He also wore something that might help Y/n while she heals him.

"Would these clothes be a bother?" He asked slowly approaching Y/n who was comfortably sitting on the bed.

Hearing his voice shook her a little bit. Luckily she managed to hide it.

As she looked at Katsuki, her eyes widened on seeing what he was wearing. A loose black tank top along with what seems like sleepwear shorts stops a few inches above his knee.

"Oi."

Y/n blinked when he called out. "I-it's okay."

Katsuki sat across from her, not too close but not too far either. He watched how she took a bunch of stuff out of the kit as if she was familiar with what she was doing. Like a muscle memory almost.

"I have a question." Katsuki suddenly blurts out.

"Oh, uh. What is it?" Y/n asked while focusing on the liquid disinfectant.

"Why didn't you take the medical field?" As if hitting a sensitive spot, Katsuki noticed how her movements turned slow. "You don't have to answer if it's something sensitive." He quickly added.

"No, no. It's fine." Y/n smiled at him. "It's not sensitive as well." She said. "I just dont like seeing people die. Especially under my care." She sighed as the smile never left her lips. "I get attached easily which is not a good thing as a doctor, or so I was told. Haha."

While reading the formula of the disinfectant, Y/n managed to answer Katsuki. "I wanted to be a doctor. But since I am a very emotional person, I decided to just teach."

"Why didn't you tell me your quirk is healing?"

Y/n giggled remembering her reason.

"The hell is so funny about it, hah?" Katsuki was confused as to why she found his question amusing.

"Sorry!" Y/n apologized immediately. "I just think that you might find my reason foolish."

"I won't if you tell me." Katsuki tsked. 

"Well. I watched you a lot on the television. All your interviews." Y/n started.

"Right," Katsuki smirked. "I forgot that you're a fan of Dynamight."

"S-shut it.." Y/n blushed. "Anyway," after clearing her throat, she continues, "Dynamight is a very protective person and doesn't want to cause any harm to anyone. Since my quirk causes self-harm, I know you'd be against it if I used it on you or Kazui when I started working for you."

She does have a point.

"So, the day you got home injured, I told Kirishima to not say a word when I both mended you two," Y/n explained while dabbing the liquid on a cotton ball.

"You think I'll let you use it on me, huh?" Katsuki said looking at her.

"H-huh?"

"Of course fucking not." He added and looked away. "You're precious to me. I don't want you getting hurt." He said while his face was turning red.

Y/n's face was worse though, hers was redder than tomato. "U-um.. Your a-arm, please.."

"Wha t do you even like about Dynamight, huh," Katsuki asked out of nowhere while he raised his arm and felt her gentle grasp on his skin. For some reason, it feels very comforting.

"What do I like about him?" Y/n smiled. "He was very passionate about saving people. I admire how bold he is in every situation. No matter what kind of villain he faces, he assures people that he'll defeat them. I just hate it when people misunderstand him just by judging him. They didn't know that without his hero suit, Dynamight was a very different person."

---

"Hey, Masaru." Mistuki called out while preparing the food with her husband.

"Yes, dear?" Masaru answered.

"Did you notice what Katsuki said earlier?" Mitsuki said pausing on washing the vegetables.

"Hm.." Masaru thinks for a second before answering, "Which part?"

"Katsuki said he has plans with Y/n." Mitsuki looked at Masaru as she said this. "I think Katsuki doesn't need our help."

Masaru just smiled at his wife. "Like I said, our son is smart."

24

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Happy New year, everyone!! I am back!!! I hope you like this part!

Thank you for all your patience! 🥺🥺

[imaliveboys]

SEVERUS IS MORALLY GREY AND THE IDIOTS DON'T GET IT

Dear world, prepare. for this will be the longest rant you have ever read in your life and you've been warned so don't say" I ain't reading allat" cause I ain't forcing ya.

First of all the people who claim that Severus is either a hero or a villain are both wrong. One is constantly berating every part of his character and the other is constantly uplifting him even after all his bad deeds and both are wrong. We have this idea that people fit in boxes of good or evil but that isn't it. Severus as a character is written to be fully human from the tip to toe of his character arc. First of all, (Defender side: where we try to understand him and the cause of him being a little shit) the first thing that people will bring up about him is the fact that he didn't "grow up" and forgive the marauders for everything and become a good person. Excuse me????they didn't even apologize like ever???

Like did you not get any part of that dude as a character??He was an abused kid being told stories about Hogwarts from his Slytherin mother and wanted to go to Slytherin house cuz he thought it was cool, and he got constantly put down by the marauders for it. They literally almost murdered him and Dumbledore's reaction was "it's k they're the good guys and you're uncared for here. Don't say one of them was a werewolf k??and your enemy saved your life to save his friend's skin, be grateful." Like tf. As if a kid who is in a house of people who constantly try to manipulate all its members into an evil cult is not gonna take full advantage of that and everything else to lure him in. But the real reason he never forgave the marauders is probably the worst memory. (As a person who got SA'd, I can relate, I will never forgive my assaulter, no matter what) Imagine being choked, disarmed and assaulted in front of the whole school when there should be teachers to prevent that, your assaulters get nothing against them and you say something horrible that costs you the only person you actually cared about most in the heat of the moment.(Shouldn't have said that horrible slur but eh.. character development go brr)and then you get constantly berated(implied that James only continued tormenting him but now in secret and not in front of lily) by the dude who you feel destroyed your only friendship and had nothing bad happen to them .Guess how easy it would be for the death eaters to stir up that resentment to their favour, take a wild fucking guess.

"Oh but he had so much time to become better!!!!" Oh my god. Right after he stopped being a death eater (imagine the amount of shit war does to people, murder, being stuck in a cult when trying to escape is a death sentence telling your master a prophecy that any death eater would tell him and then the shit that followed) he got stuffed into the place that caused most of his problems, with students who most definitely saw him get assaulted. That resentment of his is only going to get bigger and bigger with no place to heal or disappear. And since the marauders are either dead or gone, guess who is the unfortunate catalyst for this resentment??? The only people who can't do anything in return, the students....

Am I condoning those acts??? Am I saying it is the students fault?? No. The poor students are the victim of an unfortunate abuse cycle and they never deserved it.. but a person with that much hatred and resentment would never cope with it healthily. And oh my god If I have been assaulted and if my assaulter got constantly put on a podium for how great they are I would hate them for the rest of my life too. You think he would give a shit about James, about his life?? Do you think he would care if he lived or died??would you?? The only person anyone would care about in that situation is your friend (selfish as it is) or whatever he saw her as (the feels were never really properly specified, we all just assumed crush and Jk is ruining everything now so can't ask her either.) And God.... Dumbledore saying that he was disgusted by Severus as if he didn't push him to the path by constantly enabling the others and never giving a shit about Slytherin irks me so much I can't. (Dumbledore really being all for the greater good but allowing his students to be bullied and mistreated,when he had the full power to stop it and not giving a shit about anyone as long as they weren't useful(I see you) he could have stopped both the marauders and Severus from bullying ppl but didn't and has the audacity..ughhh I get he's morally grey too but like he makes questionable choices)

Severus is a bully. He became exactly what he hated and that is reality for some people who don't receive mental help . So he saved people's lives?? He was still a vindictive asshole who took out his resentment of his life on poor students (who didn't deserve it at all). And about mistreating Harry: If I constantly saw my assaulter's face with the eyes of the person I cared about most I would actually poison that kid. Would the kid deserve it? No. Would it help me feel any better about my miserable life? No. Would I still do it to inflict back the pain that I received onto others like the human being that I am? Yea probably? Does that reasoning make it justified?? No. Does it make Severus Satan? Nope.

I think the character he is most like is shen jiu (completely different fandom ik ik) who abused an innocent child because of his tragic past. And the people who say "oh Harry was abused but never did that." People cope with trauma differently (don't compare how different people deal with trauma)!!!!! Harry had people to support him and help him through the trauma and he was rude and insensitive sometimes (key word :sometimes I'm not saying Harry is bad)too alright???Severus immediately conformed himself to a terrorist cult with enablers after receiving the trauma. They are completely different and in different situations. Comparing these two is like comparing blue and red(different colors)

He is still morally grey. He's a selfish prick who takes his frustrations out on others and yet he still saved lots of lives and sacrificed himself for a better cause. He's not supposed to fit the good and evil stereotype at all. He's supposed to show people how humans are not perfect per se and are complex in ways that are hard to get. They can be endlessly cruel and still save people. They could be virtuous and still treat others like shit at times. People out here really asking for more morally grey complex characters and can't even handle him..just don't get angry when you can't fandomify(The term for unnecessary excusing or defending) the actions of a person who can't cope with their trauma because you don't understand them and don't treat them as evil irredeemable monster either because that isn't true. Now, after all of this ranting you can still not understand this concept of : morally grey. Then I fear my writing was wasted, and I regret you having no brain. Please stop trying to put fictional characters in good and evil boxes when they are not meant to be there.

[seventhcallisto]

Just had a little idea... flashing lights and eyestrain warning.

❝you shine like emerald❞

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Happy House.

Stray Kids (ot8) x F!Reader (9th member addition)

PREVIEW: "I am not a member of stray kids!" You kick up the papers littering the floor. Frustratingly pulling at your hoodie. "They're always screwing over those guys. I feel kinda bad." Your most trusted friend, Jiu, snickers behind her bright laptop screen. "I-i should have left when I had the chance! Should have joined that dance group that tried to recruit me! Why did I think I was gonna be the next jihyo!? Oh god." You pace, waving your hands around to drain the building anxiety curling into your lungs and making it's home there. You twist towards jiu falling to your knees and wailing miserably. Childishly.

"I wasn't even on the show. It's a boy group! I'm going to get eaten alive! I'm a trainee! They have years over me! I'm so dead. My career is already over before it started. My life is over." You fall to the floor. Completely done with this whole ordeal and the accident you've gone through, sniffling pitifully. "I told you to always read the fine print. You never listen." Jiu scolds. She, in fact, did not, but she wants to make you feel worse as your best friend. Pink nails flick tiny specks of popcorn towards your slumped body on the floor. And she's right. You should have read the fine print before some businessman shoved a pen into your face. What is so wrong with stray kids that you're being made a fool just to make them look bad? Would adding you tear the group dynamic? You know you're screwed as soon as your concept photos drop.

SYNOPSIS: As if some type of double-sided punishment, you're manipulated to join one of jyps' most successful groups. Stray Kids. Added as an extra member and with no experience just to cast you off as another unsuccessful idol, all because you didn't read the fine print when they dangled the keys to your dream in front of your face. They've got tricks up their sleeves, and the contract you signed says you're a permanent member of the unsuspecting group of guys now. You had no idea you were signing that type of contract. And you especially have no idea why they're trying to bring down their biggest boy group.

table of content + cws: she/her pronouns. female anatomy. major age differences but not in a power-hungry way(ur 19). invisible honorifics, I swear. manipulation. jyp(ent) is kinda the villain here(ilyjypplsdontsueme). ace!trainee reader. inexperienced reader. forced proximity and friendship. the members r kinda mean at first. Sorry, not sorry. ooc stray kids bc no one knows them like they know themselves. overworking. growing friendships. polyamorous(sharingiscaring). quick mutual pining(but they don't realize it). eventual smut.

Prologue. — 🧾

Chapt. ⓵ ❝_____❞

chpt. ⓶ , chpt. ⓷ , chpt. ⓸, chpt. ⓹, etc.

To be continued.. 🧷

I accidently posted this too early (crying). Lmk what you guys think ! — calli.

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© seventhcallisto 11/22/2023

[thenweatefivesoups]

I would like to take a moment to talk about a Dog Man character.

This character is super popular. Some people hate this character with a passion. Some people think this character is adorable. Not many people think this character is very deep.

But I do, and I'd like to talk about him for a second.

Think you have a guess?

It's Li'l Petey.

You may not agree with me. After all, he's the kid-appeal character who loves poop jokes and diarrhea punchlines just for the fun of it. "He can't possibly be that deep!", you say.

But consider how he came into existence: cloned from the (so-called) world's most evilest cat, created to do nothing but heinous acts, and when he didn't fulfill that purpose and instead acted like himself, he was abandoned.

Not even a day old, and not only did he get abandoned by his only caretaker, he eventually found the strength somewhere to forgive him. And not only that, but claim that this caretaker is, quote "easy to love".

It takes a ton of compassion, a truckload of love, to forgive something as traumatic as that. And later, in Grime and Punishment, Li'l Petey encourages Petey to do the same to his father. Make no mistake, this is not because Grampa deserves it; rather, it's because resentment, as Carrie Fisher once put it, "is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die."

While Li'l Petey forgives those who did wrong to him, he does not redeem everyone. Sure, he reformed Flippy, Molly, and Petey, and attempted to do it to Piggy, but my main point is that he stopped trying to reform Grampa. He talks to him in For Whom the Ball Rolls about love being an action in addition to a feeling:

And then he visits Cat Jail in Fetch-22, thinking Grampa's changed. After all, if the most cold-hearted villains (Petey, Flippy) had good hearts deep down, couldn't his Grampa have one too?

But after the eighth book, other than a brief "good night" in Grime and Punishment, Li'l Petey completely stops interacting with Grampa. He doesn't even say a word to him in Big Jim Begins, despite the fact that they crossed paths multiple times. Why is that?

Because when they went to Cat Jail, he was tricked, knocked out, and the next thing he knew, he was waking up in a recycling bin.

You've gotta wonder if this gave him flashbacks. To when his life was hard, and filled with fright, after he suddenly became an unloved orphan. At the very least, this would have spooked him, especially since he ran home (this kid's a pigeon I'm telling you) and saw Grampa disguised as Petey, but no sign of his Papa.

The last thing I want to talk about is character development. Yes, even if it isn't as obvious as Petey or Chief, he did have some growth beyond what was mentioned earlier. Certainly more than Dog Man did (ha).

Initially, Li'l Petey constantly keeps his head in the clouds; Petey points this out in For Whom The Ball Rolls. He's a driving force of optimism and compassion, which sets him apart from other goofy kid characters, especially Molly. (I should right an essay about that too)

But Li'l Petey is kind to a fault. He invites his grandfather to his house to make his Papa feel better, and their house is trashed and eventually robbed. He convinces his Papa to visit him, thinking he can change just like those he reformed did, and they both got drugged. He leaves the house to save the world, and his Grampa leaves to end it. Ultimately, the end of Fetch-22 is when Li'l Petey finally stopped trying to redeem Grampa, instead opting to forgive him and move on.

In Grime and Punishment, Petey asks if he only fights when he's face-to-face with pure evil. Initially, Li'l Petey doesn't respond. But guess what happened three books later?

He did encounter pure evil. And obliterated it.

Contrary to popular belief, he's not always a pacifist; he's learned when to fight and when to use love over the course of the story. That kind of growth is very subtle and very underrated.

And that concludes my analysis on a Dog Man character who many find "annoying" and "pointless". And as this supposedly annoying, pointless character always says:

[sarahreesbrennan]

sorry if you have already answered this, but are we getting any queer rep in Long Live Evil? 💕 i am super excited to see what you've cooked up for us either way!

I came back after I'd gone off on one, seeing the post had struck a chord and being thankful but fearful of my inbox. Let me say with delighted surprise that all the asks are very kind.

Thank you for this one, sweet anon. I am so excited and so nervous about my best beloved, Long Live Evil, and about coming back with a new book of my own after so long, when I believed for a long time it was hopeless.

I'm really grateful to find readers waiting for me. But I know readers are naturally more invested in characters they know: I extremely appreciate you taking an interest in the future.

So, short answer: YEAH you are!

Long answer: Long Live Evil wouldn't exist without its queer narratives.

C.S. Pacat and I were talking in our virtual Brookline Booksmith event recently about our favourite Disney villains. C.S. Pacat picked Maleficent, a fine choice. I picked Snow White's Evil Queen. We agreed we loved most of them.

Here's the relevant excerpt I was quoting in my last post from Carmen Maria Machado's In The Dream House, saying 'I think a lot about queer villains, the problem and pleasure and audacity of them.' Well... me too.

I think many of us have experienced feeling made wrong in some way - for not wanting what society said we should or being what we were expected to be - and that one step along that journey of discovery is going 'Okay, if it's wicked, I'll just BE wicked.' And that's part of why those characters appeal - because they seem free, and free of pain.

But modern storytelling isn't confined to coding, and audiences can now feel free to expect, not the certainty, but the possibility characters who aren't introduced as such still might actually turn out to be LGBT+. The essays I've read about Supernatural, Teen Wolf, Sherlock, Ted Lasso, Fox 9-1-1... I think the latest argued Jaime Lannister was bisexual. (Pretty persuasive.)

I remember reading the Raven Cycle going 'oh? OH.' I remember being at a writing retreat in 2013 and running through the halls screaming about Nico diAngelo. Ten years later we got a Nico diAngelo book co-written by Rick Riordan and the amazing Mark Oshiro. I watched Red, White and Royal Blue with a friend and she said 'honestly I hope the guys get together, but...' and I (having read the book) silenced myself with a herculean effort and watched her hopes come true. I didn't know about The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo and almost dropped the book in a swimming pool. But I've also read and watched many things thinking, just maybe... oh, no. Still that hope existing is meaningful, the thought that if the story had gone differently, if this revelation had happened, if this realisation had happened, if, if, if...

Long Live Evil is a story about the story going differently and asking yourself questions about your own nature, and the escape to fiction of those who really need escape. The book is based on that 'if,' and the 'if' itself is joyous, and brings me back to the idea of gleefully transgressing the narrative that much villain love is based on.

It's also an ensemble story with a rogue's gallery of characters and multiple PoVs. (I was much inspired by the Six of Crows ensemble.) So it isn't about any one character's romance, and by the book's nature there exist many possibilities. A critique partner read and said 'I didn't know you were going THERE' and I responded 'Should I?'

I've never been one to confirm where stories are going, and I won't do so now. I'm not talking about any one character or telling you a direction.

I'm just saying yes to rep. It's baked in.

[bl4ckph0enix]

Daybreak

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x wife!reader

Warnings: none

Summary: You've tried to help your husband. Yet, you are forced to watch the wrong person getting crowned...

Wordcount: 1.9k

A/N: So, maybe many of you cannot relate to this. The idea came to me while I listened to the song 'Daybreak' by Dimash Qudaibergen. But I just had to write this because as someone who has to fight with very intense emotions, I can relate to this so unbelievably well. My heart broke for both Aemond and Aegon during the crowning scene. Aemond may be the villain of House of the Dragon, but it wasn't really his choice. No one gets born this malicious, one is made this way. And even when it actually is a deliberate choice at some point, growing up in a family like the Targaryen's only means that this attitude is forced upon you without a real chance to escape it.

English isn't my first language, please forgive any mistakes!

Stiffly, you stood together with your family-in-law on the podium in the Sept. Thousands of citizens were gathered in the hall, squeezing each other in order to get in to be able to see the crowning of Aegon II Targaryen. Your facial expression was completely blank and shock cursed through your body, causing to numb every emotion and dull every sense, and coldness slowly seeped into your bones. It's been three years now since you got married to Aegon's younger brother Aemond Targaryen. The both of you hadn't had a great start. Mean words and accusations had been thrown in both directions and you had actually hit him one or two times. He was the only person in this world that could get you riled up this much. And he also was the only person that you loved more than your own life.

You hadn't been able to avoid to fall in love with him. The both of you had partially been forced to spend time together and over the course of months, you had come to know Aemond better. You knew of his favorite things, of the things he hated, of his doubts and dreams. Especially his dreams. They were ones you shared. Having spent three years in his family, you knew as much as Aemond that he was a better man than his brother. He should be the one to be crowned today. Instead, he stood next to you, as stiffly as you yourself, his eye looking over the crowd with no emotion. Your fingers were intertwined with his and you could feel the warmth of his hand on your palm. Normally, it was reassuring and calming. But today, it did nothing to you.

You felt completely numb as you watched the kingsguard enter the Sept and build a corridor in the crowd for Aegon to go through. The tips of your fingers became cold and your breath slightly hitched in your throat, barely audible. One second later, you could feel the gaze of your husband on you, almost burning the right side of your face with its intensity. Of course he had heard you – he would always hear you, no matter where you were or how far away. It was your special bond that you both shared with each other after your Valyrian marriage; a bond that had developed with hate and rage, pain and tears, and that had turned into care and happiness, passion and love over time. The surroundings receded into the background, only noticeable at the edge of your field of vision as your empty eyes followed Aegon walking through the crowd. Somewhere distant in your mind, you registered that he seemed as unhappy and desperate as you felt right now deep down.

The events passed you by in a blur. You vaguely heard the Septon speak from far away, not able to follow the words that were spoken; you saw Aegon accepting his fate, the crown on his head, and you barely managed to hold yourself together as the searing pain that you had buried deep within you for today began to rise to the surface. But you held on. Because you knew that right now was not the time to lose it. You knew the pain Aemond held within himself that he never allowed to be seen. You knew of his childhood and youth, full of the bullying from his siblings and nephews, the lost of his eye, the expectations especially his mother had with him which he hadn't been able to meet, and his burning wish to follow his father on the throne after Viserys' death, to prove himself. Your hand that still held Aemond's became completely cold, even his warmth couldn't prevent it as you saw your meticulously detailed plan going down the drain right in front of your eyes. You knew that Aegon didn't want to be king, as much as Aemond and you didn't want him to be.

You couldn't explain when it all had started to go down the hill. Everything had been perfect. A few days before this important day, you had spoken to Aegon after having gone through everything with Aemond beforehand, how you wanted to do it. You had explained it in detail to Aegon and he had not hesitated to give his approval. One of the preparations had been to bribe the right people who you knew would support you to make Aegon disappear. They had agreed to help you because they had been able to see in Aegon's face and attitude that he did not want to be king. After everything was prepared, everything had gone smoothly today, almost as if everyone around you just wanted to play into your cards. Aegon had disappeared to hide above the dragonpit where no one would suspect him and would just have waited for an opportunity to board a ship to leave Westeros. Even when Aemond had come to you to tell you that his mother had sent out Ser Criston in order to search for Aegon, you had known that this wouldn't change anything.

And yet, here you stood, helplessly watching how the wrong man got crowned.

You could feel tears bubbling up in your throat and swallowed hard to keep them at bay. Still not the right time. You were thankful that Rhaenys Velaryon freed her dragon and disturbed the crowning ceremony, causing utter chaos and pain as her dragon hurt and killed people. You barely registered Aemond pushing himself in front of you to protect you, his hand on the right side of your hips to reassure himself that you were in fact behind him. You saw Rhaenys escape with her dragon as they tried to close the doors to prevent both her and the people from fleeing. But what happened next, you didn't know. You had a few flashing pictures of the kingsguard escorting you through the Red Keep to your chambers, which you shared with Aemond. The door was quietly closed behind you, but you didn't react at first. You still felt eerily numb, though the ripping pain was lurking beneath the surface, and you couldn't quite comprehend what had just happened during the last hour in your life.

Your gaze wandered out of the window at an extremely slow pace while your heartbeat started to quicken as your brain tediously began to catch up with what had happened. You knew that your emotions would nearly kill you the moment they would start to devour you. You tried to hold it back, to give yourself more time to maybe prepare a little bit for what was about to come. But you couldn't. The first sob escaped your throat mere seconds after you felt the barrier that you had built around your feelings begin to crumble down. The quite rustling of clothes somewhere beside you drew your attention and you saw Aemond standing a few feet away from you as your gaze flickered over to him, looking completely desperate, pained, and defeated.

It wasn't fair! It wasn't fair that the man you loved with every fiber of your existence had to suffer this much.

Something finally snapped somewhere in your mind. Burning pain ripped through you, hatred for Queen Alicent and her father melted your intestines and rage flowed through your veins like liquid fire. The first chalice crashed against the wall with a loud noise, accompanied by your furious scream. Everything had been perfectly planned, even Aegon had agreed to your plan and had supported you. And now, here you were, damned to see your soulmate suffer. The next chalices, glasses, and plates were thrown through the room, clattering to the ground and crashing against the walls, splintering into a thousand pieces just like your soul did at the sight of Aemond. You weren't able to hold yourself back; blankets, pillows, cups, plates, chairs, and books were thrown through the room by you while you simultaneously screamed your throat raw. For you, it was the only way to handle this all-surrounding pain, rage, and hatred within you that chewed venomously at you and devoured you whole. Tears were streaming down your face and your silver-blonde hair was an absolute mess, the long strands completely tangled, but you couldn't care any less.

Nothing was anymore where it had been before. Even the table had got toppled over by you in your rage. You didn't even really notice that you grabbed the glass vase that stood on the windowsill with pretty flowers in it – a gift from Aemond's mother yesterday. Now it seemed to mock you. Before you could do something more, your knees finally gave way due to exhaustion, but that didn't stop you. As soon as you were sitting on the ground, you slammed the vase onto the stone with your hand still attached. The physical pain that shot through your hand as a big piece of glass cut deeply into your palm, was what brought you finally back a little bit. Your voice went quiet and soundless sobs shook your whole body, big tears still streaming down your cheeks and dropping to the ground and on your dress. You could see the dark color of a pair of breeches as Aemond knelt on the ground next to you, carefully taking your injured hand into his own.

“Please,” you sobbed. Your throat was sore and hurt, your voice hoarse and raspy, cracking at the end and almost swallowing the next words you choked out, “Please, Aemond, make it stop. It hurts so bad.”

Another wave of tears welled in your eyes as you looked at him. New pain tore your heart to shreds the moment you saw the wet shimmer staining his beautiful face. “I know,” he whispered, his own voice breaking and thus barely audible. He looked down at your hand again, turning it around and inhaling sharply when he saw the large shard of glass that stuck in your hand, drawing blood that already started to drop to the ground, accompanying the new tears that streamed down your cheeks.

“It hurts,” you breathed. There was no need for you to explain to Aemond that you didn't mean your hand. Your other hand came up and the tips of your fingers grazed his hairline and the upper part of his forehead, lovingly and soothing. “I am sorry,” you whispered, causing his head to snap up again to look at you. “I have failed you, my love.”

You could see the pain in his eye as you said these words. “No,” he contradicted you and shook his head. “No, you didn't fail me, Y/N. You gave everything I could have asked for, and even more.”

“Avy jorrāelan, ñuhyz zaldrīzes,” you said weakly and finally started to calm down, exhaustion slowly settling in. “So much that it hurts.” (I love you, my dragon.)

“I know,” was all Aemond said to this. “I can feel it.” He grabbed the shard of glass carefully and started to pull it out, causing you to contort your face in pain. “We will fix this, byka mēre, I promise you.” (little one.)

“Okay,” you sniffed and wiped the tears from his cheek. All that you wanted was to see him happy, truly happy. It had become the center of your life the moment you realized that you loved this man that was still a broken little child deep down. You knew that sitting on the Iron Throne with that crown upon his head was what would make him truly happy.

And you would give everything to get him on that throne. In the end, even your own life.

Maybe one day, I'll write another part, but I just had to get that off my chest.

[mewhenimanangel]

moon river, miles morales x reader

pairing: earth 42!miles morales x spider!reader

synopsis: miles takes you out for valentine’s day, not before showing up almost an hour late

wc: 2.0k

warnings!: swearing, teens in love, google translate spanish

nia’s ౨ৎ notes: is this chapter filler, maybe a little bit. but is it necessary for the plot, yes! let me know if you’d like to continue to be in the taglist

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you swung on your web up to your bedroom window, easing it open. you quickly discarded of your spider suit tucking it into a box and the very top of your closet, changing into a pair of shorts and a big t shirt. it'd been three months since you got your spider powers and little by little you've made new york a little safer and you’d gotten stronger, faster, and better.

you frequented your uncle’s gym more often. him training you on your fighting skills and agility. then you would go to may’s house and she would teach you how to use what you learned with your webs.

when news first broke out that there was a new spider person swinging around brooklyn, people said you were just a poser and a copy. but you proved them wrong when you shut down a drug trafficking ring that the police had been chasing after for a while.

ever since then, you've fought to protect your city, whether it was trying to track down kingpin or fighting some villain of the week, new york was a much better place for it.

you stepped out into the living room, your mom turning to you with a sour expression. "where were you? i didn't even see you come in. you're like fourty minutes late for curfew." she crossed her arms. you shrugged it off walking to the kitchen "i came in like thirty minutes ago, you must've been in the bathroom or something." you lied, getting a plate of rice and chicken.

"mhm" she narrowed her eyes at you making you squirmed under her gaze. lying was not exactly your strong suit and right now you were lying to practically everyone in your life.

she turned on the news and watched the headlines about spider-girl. "bless that girl’s heart. keeping everybody safe and shit, we really needed that" your mom said. you smiled a little to yourself before shoveling rice down your throat.

you washed up and filled your water bottle with some cold water before saying goodnight to your mom. you brushed your teeth and came back to your room to find miles laying there already, on his phone. you hurriedly closed the door "miles! my mom is awake" you whispered. "oh then let me go say hi" he joked. your mom knew you were dating miles but what she didn't know was that he would climb into your window late at night almost everyday.

you rolled your eyes and went over to give him a kiss on the lips. he held your hands and pulled you down on the bed, making you giggle. you laid down with him on top of your body, arms wrapped underneath you. he rest his chin on your chest and looked up at you "valentines day is coming up, and i was wondering if you'd be my valentine? mi hermosa, hermosa novia" he asked, a shy smile on his face. you giggled "baby you don't have to ask, i thought that was implied since we're already boyfriend girlfriend"

"doesn't hurt to ask. seriously let me take you out somewhere nice, por favor mi amor" he said playfully pushing a lip out. "yes i would love to go out with you bonito" you said pulling him in for a kiss. "aye yes! te amo mucho ma" he said pecking your lips.

he pressed his lips harder against yours, grabbing your face "i love kissing you you know that?" he said, bringing you back in for a kiss. you nod your head and smiled, holding his cheek. "so what are we gonna do?" you asked him, breaking the kiss. "it's a surprise baby" he said pecking your lips. you frowned at his answer, you had a need to always know what was going on, surprises weren't your thing.

"don't give me that look, you're just gonna have to wait" he smirked getting off you. you reached over to your nightstand to grab your phone and put on some music. 'moon river' by frank ocean started playing, it was you and miles' song. the first time he took you out, some guy on the subway platform was playing the instrumentals and it stuck with the both of you.

he got up and faced you pretending to grab a microphone, holding it up to his face. he mouthed along to the lyrics "two drifters off to see the world. there's such a crazy world you'll see" you smiled and joined along, grabbing your air microphone "life's just around the bend, my friend. moon river and me"

the song faded out and he grabbed your face kissing you once again. "i really love you princesa" he said nose pressed to yours. you held his hand that was holding your face, rubbing a thumb over his knuckles. "i love you too miles" you said back staring into his beautiful brown eyes.

♱

you were sitting on the couch with nas and your mom, waiting on miles to come plait his hair. you answered the door when you heard his knocking. he opened the door, afro out and curly ready to be braided. he kissed you on the lips and took his shoes off. "hey ms l/n, my mom said to give you this" he said handing the woman a $20 bill. "ugh bless her heart how many times do i have to tell rio she doesn't need to pay me, you guys are family" she said pushing the bill back to him.

he sat down and your mom got to work on his head. she shaped up the sides of his head and put his hair into plaits. after about an hour and a half of playing with nas and eating your mom's food while she worked he was done. he got up and stretched looking in the mirror "ohh this is fire ms l/n gracias" he said checking himself out. you got up and looked at him "ahhh you look very handsome" you told him, taking out your phone to take a few pictures of him.

suddenly his phone rang and he rolled his eyes watching the caller id. "yo?" he answered. "yeah yeah i'm coming." he said hanging up. "aye princesa i have to go, it's work." he told you, giving you a hug and a kiss. "i'll come pick you up tomorrow at six okay?" he put his shoes on and was practically running out the door. "thank you again ms l/n!" he called out. "love you" you said closing the door.

♱

he was late. by thirty seven minutes to be exact. you were sitting on your couch in a white backless shirt with a black mini skirt and a pair of black loafers, hair straightened in pigtails with white ribbons around them.

you texted him at 6:05 asking if he was on his way, no answer. then again at 6:10, no answer. then again at 6:25 asking if you should even bother waiting, no answer. finally when you called at 6:30, it going straight to voicemail, you rolled your eyes and decided to just change out of your clothes and relax in bed. a knock interrupted your plan, you begrudgingly made your way to the door and opened it to find miles standing there with flowers, a big teddy bear, a box of chocolates, a small jewelry box and an apologetic look on his face.

"escucha princesa i'm so sorry. i-i got caught up with work and i didn't mean to" he explained. "okay." you said in an unamused tone. "what?" "what?" "why are you being like that?" he said moving into the apartment. "because you're forty minutes late miles!" you scoffed. "listen baby it was work and-" "yeah well it seems like it's always work." you mumbled rolling your eyes. "aye well what do you want me to do? it's work and you know i need this! plus don't act like you haven't been acting mad dodgy lately." he retorted.

you rolled your eyes "whatever." and walked away. he grabbed your arm "okay listen i'm sorry, amor. i should've told you i was gonna be late. will you please let me make it up to you? nights not over yet" he said holding your face. you looked at him, hiding the small smile growing on your face. you could never stay mad at him for long because no matter what he always knew how to make it up to you. you finally took the time to take in his appearance, his braids were back in a ponytail, one stray braid at the front of his face. he wore a black button down top with black shorts, white socks and matching black loafers.

"here, these are for you baby" he said giving you the pink roses and other gifts he got you. "ah look now there's that pretty smile" he giggled kissing your lips. "miles, my lipstick!" you said pushing him away. "girl i don't care bout a lil pink on my lips, just gotta be from you" he smirked pulling you back in.

"look what i got you" he said giving you the jewelry box, it was just plain white, adding to the element of surprise. you opened it, jaw dropping at what it was "miles." inside was a pink petra pendant necklace from vivienne westwood and next to it a gold ring with a light pink gem on the top.

"it's a promise ring baby" he spoke up taking the box from you, taking the ring out. he grabbed your manicured hands, and put the ring on your finger. "i'm not asking to get married or anything" he chuckled "but i just want everybody to know that you're mine. you are one of the best things to ever happen to me. i cant promise to match your perfection but i promise i will absolutely try. i promise to always love you, mi vida" he said kissing your hand.

"miless don't make me cry my make up off" you chuckled, lip quivering. you reached your arms around his torso pulling him in for the most loving hug. "you're so amazing, i love you so so much miles, and i promise i'll always be there for you" you said pressing your lips against his in a heartfelt kiss. "i feel bad now, all i got you was cologne and wrote a love letter" you giggled.

"baby anything at all would be more than enough" he said. you grabbed the bear and the roses putting them in your room, grabbing his present on the way out. you'd gotten him a bleu de chanel parfum and wrote a very heartfelt love letter, sticking a polaroid of the two of you and a red rose in the bag.

"gracias mi amor" he said taking the bag and kissing you, seriously he loved doing that.

you locked the apartment door behind you placing your arm around miles' as you two left. you still didn't know where you were going because he wouldn't tell you until you got there.

you took the train into manhattan and walked a few blocks to get to where you needed. your face lit up, seeing the front entrance of a fancy french restaurant you had always wanted to go too. "miles, you really shouldn't have" "baby, tonight is all about you. and us" he kissed your knuckles.

after dinner, he took you on a walk through central park and rented a boat. he held your hand as you stepped into it. "miles since when are you so romantic?" you asked, smiling as he struggled a bit with the oars. "just wanna show you my love, princesa" he smiled.

the boat ride was beautiful, the way the buildings' lights reflected on the water, the noise of cars and people creating a calming medley. he rowed out to the middle of the lake and watched the way you looked around at your backdrop.

"te amo princesa, mucho" he said, leaning in for a kiss.

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[wasntthataparty]

Hi! Two things!

One:

👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 I am part of anyone and I am so curious about your reasons, big agree on any “okay but what if it was horror” but I want to know your thoughts specifically

two:

And

Either my brain is completely short circuiting and has been for the past like 10 minutes (totally possible, today was a LOT) orrrrrr there’s a new ship you have gotten your claws into and as your moot who is VERY willing to wade into the mud after you then start drowning for ‘friend’s rarepair’(tm) I am very very curious 👀👀👀, looking at you with allllll the eyes :>

OKAY. ALBW RANT FIRST AND THEN IM TELLING YOU ABOUT THE NEFARIOUS RAREPAIR. under cut because im assuming im gonna yap for a while

okay okay okay. god. albw has SO much horror potential if it wasn't like. a silly game. first of all. LORULE. god. i think someone said this before but like. either live in a cycle of violence or let your world slowly collapse without it. pick your poison. and RAVIO. first of all. the. the potential? Your doppelganger shows up. his kingdom needs a hero. he's the complete opposite of you. you're a hero. What would Ravio be without you? Just a merchant in Lorule, right? But what are YOU without Ravio? What's a hero without anyone to save? AND AND AND !!! your doppelganger shows up and he just wants help. he doesn't want to replace you. he genuinely has no evil intentions (other than. what. wanting your money? you'll live.) your doppelganger shows up and he needs you. he needs a hero. Lorule has no hero (allegedly. ) !! and your princesses doppelganger? well. she NEEDS your triforce. she was born into a kingdom of decay and she's willing to do anything to fix it. what a ruler. and yet she can't see through yuga. but shouldn't she be wisdom? WRONG. power. your doppelganger shows up, and he's just like you, but he's the opposite of you, and something is wrong. he's not courageous! He's not like you at all, aside from the face. Yet he's greedy, so you must be selfless, right? WRONG !!! YOU'VE KEPT EVERYTHING YOU'VE FOUND !! YOU ACCEPT REWARDS BECAUSE YOU DESERVE IT. YOU'RE NOT GREEDY, BUT YOU SURE AS HELL AREN'T SELFLESS.

and. like. idk. the concept of there being an alternate world where you look just like you but you're just. so not you. and then he's in your house. running a shop. and you literally CANNOT get rid of him because you need the items he sells. Ravio himself could be like. a horror concept.

and something something the downfall of a kingdom can change people. ravio isn't just a coward yadda yadda there's SOMETHING he's scared of. and guess what. its hilda. he's scared of betraying hilda but he knows what he has to do. he's a hero in his own right,,,i think.

anyways,,,i just think it's neat,,, and could've been a terrifying game. you get to go to lorule - where your coward of a doppelganger came from. and it's full of people that want to be monsters, monsters that act like people, and as you defeat monsters, you realize they drop more rupees than hearts. and that's it. It's not just money, to him at least. you could make a living just smiting monsters. and THAT'S what he wants to look like. a hero. he doesn't want to be you. and yet.

and !! He betrays his princess. a true hero wouldn't do that, right? not with blind courage, at least. you need to be wise to see through someone like yuga. (DING DING DING. HE'S GOT WISDOM, NOT COURAGE) something something your reflection isn't your exact reflection. something something your true reflection is a villain. or whatever i dont know im not shakespeare.

anyways. onto the nefarious rarepair. so like,,,,lowkey. it started as a joke in my dms with Anna. coughs. so its like. okay. okay. dont kill me with rocks and stones for this but its SoC wars x lu hyrule. but not like actually its like. a concept cause warrahim sweep. basically we were like "what if fat people were the beauty standards in hyrule's time." boom. crossover where the lu links meet SoC links and hyrule is just ENAMOURED with SoC wars. and he's like "lmao im married" but this does not deter him in anyway. my favourite little homewrecker. basically its like,,,not a ship. but like. kinda. idk. its like. like we're just playing with them like dolls tbh.

[ultimateshixiongfuckertournament]

Canonicals Tournament Semifinal 1

Semifinal 1 is between Wu Xi from Qi Ye / Lord Seventh (shizun/mentor: Jing Beiyuan) and Luo Binghe from The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System (shizun: Shen Qingqiu)

Propaganda under the cut! (Warning: Propaganda may include spoilers about the characters and their media)

Wu Xi:

While JBY doesn't have a shizun status officially, he did act as Wu Xi's tutor for a while, and there are quite a few scenes in the novel of him teaching Wu Xi. Anyway imagine you are Wu Xi. You are 11 years old and your country was invaded and you've been taken as a diplomatic hostage. And they want you to assimilate but you've been chasing out all of the teachers with your venomous pets. And then your prettyboy neighbor is like hiiii :] and YOUR SNAKE (that your carry in your sleeve) LIKES HIM. what are you supposed to do then huh. NOT let him teach you? NOT fall in love with him? NOT steal him away from the future Emperor after using things he taught you to win back your country's independence?

#vote wuxi <3#he is down sooo bad for his POETRY tutor#where he learns ROMANTIC POETRY#that he later references#and has his tutor recites to him <3#obsessed with wuxi's propaganda here by the way

#wuxi is down so bad for his poety tutor#asks his tutor about a romantic poem and later his tutor recites it to him<3#wuxi betrothes his tutor to himself before telling him what it means#and later does fuck his tutor#and takes his tutor back to his hometown where they are gay married basically

Luo Binghe:

Luo Binghe's shizun Shen Qingqiu caused his sexual awakening and they lived together with Luo Binghe acting similar to a housewife.

Even after being betayed, stabbed, and pushed into the Endless Abyss, Luo Binghe still loved Shen Qingqiu and wanted answers instead of revenge. Instead he had to repeatedly suffer his shizun dying in his arms and assumed abandonment. Which makes him absolutely lose it, made even worse by his evil sword Xin Mo which worsens all of his negative emotions and destroys its hosts, along with additional trauma over the course of the story.

He reused the sword that his shizun sacrificed himself to free him from, cuddles the corpse every night for five years to preserve it, he creates dreams of their happy years together but never made a Shen Qingqiu that would speak to him, he kidnapped and destroyed cultivators' cores so he could feed xin mo and preserve sqq's corpse, he rebuilds their house in his demonic palace, he spent years fixing sqq's destroyed cultivation and trying to revive him, he forces Shen Qingqiu live in that new house, he rescues and repeatedly puts himself in harms way to protect sqq, he tries to destroy the world so Shen Qingqiu can only love him (due to being driven mad by Xin Mo and his believed abandonment by sqq). He tries to kill himself after Shen Qingqiu dies for him again. He would do absolutely ANYTHING for Shen Qingqiu! He's increadibly jealous of everyone Shen Qingqiu gives attention to, including stairsweeps he smiles at. Luo Binghe has sooo much wrong with him and it makes him so lovable. He's so incredibly traumatized, driven by love and desperation for a majority of the story. He loves Shen Qingqiu so much and can't bear to live without him.

After everything? He lets Shen Qingqiu go, wanting him to be happy even if it means sqq won't stay with him. But sqq wanted to stay together! He gets his man! There is in world porn written about them, they have weird kinky sex inspired by the porn, they get married! Luo Binghe cries regularly for sqq, so sqq can dote on him despite his thin face. Luo Binghe is shameless and adores sqq. Lbh got so nervous that he fell flat on his face when proposing! Lbh loves sqq so much and wants him to be happy more than anything else!

More on disciple era:

Luo Binghe's sexual awakening was his shizun tied up and shirtless. He fell in love after Shen Qingqiu got poisoned protecting him. He moved into his shizun's house and handled all of the cooking and cleaning, would regularly fake fall into Shen Qingqiu during training to get hugs. He got a boner from being forcibly cuddled to heal his injuries. And ran to jump into a lake after being spanked for struggling too much during the forced cuddling. Sqq still never noticed lbh's affections.

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It took him like 3(three) interactions with nice shizun (transmigrator who replaced his old one) to fall irrevocably in love. baby boy was ready he had mommy issues daddy issues and honestly by that time shizun issues too... luckily his new shizun can fill all those roles and more!

#lbh is THE shizunfucker

#binghe calling him shizun is a kink at some point its definitely him

#vote binghe!!#he wanted to fuck shizun so much that shizun died twice for him

[fantasyinvader]

There's just something deeply ironic about how Western fans see Three Houses.

Houses is about seeing things for what they are, first impressions can often be wrong and lead to misunderstandings. However, you have fans who cling to those first impressions both for the characters and the story. They thought they were getting Fire Emblem Game of Thrones, a morally grey game rather than the more Tolkien-like morality we actually got. As a result, a lot of people fail to understand what they game is actually saying, even people who champion Claude fail to see that his story reveals the Church are not the villains he first thought they were.

The game presents it's routes in pretty black and white terms, fight Edelgard and it's a path to enlightenment. Join her and wallow in your own ignorance. As a result, people are choosing to join the villains under the misguided belief that they're the good guys simply because they're rejecting the game's morality. They ignore the actual messages so that they can believe were the hero. They're doing the very thing that Edelgard does, even those Claude fans.

To top this all off, it leads to fans being possessive of the game, insisting that it's own creators don't understand their own story. When the creators laid out what they were actually saying, what the story was actually about, they were told they were wrong. Honestly reminds me of bronies insisting that they were the target audience and not little girls.

Seriously, what do you think is more likely:

The game would doom Fodlan to a bad end if you pick any House at the beginning other than the Black Eagles within the first hour of gameplay, or

The game would doom Fodlan to a bad end if you side with Edelgard even after she's revealed to be a party to the things you've been fighting against this entire time and just ordered the deaths of your students if they stand in her way while she shows up with the results of the Agarthan's experiments.

[maybeitsalivescribbles]

TTD - True Evil 4/4

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“Do you understand?”

The Not-Earbuds were taken off with shaking hands. Superhero grabbed Hero’s wrists so tight the latter let out a muffled scream of protestation.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes!”

The man looked at their grimace of pain and slowly eased their grip, their eyes intense.

“I worry about you, Hero. You seem to think that villains are nice people if only you gave them a hug. Powers are a curse. Or you can shoulder them and become a hero, or you embrace them and you end in the wrong side. That’s all there is.”

“I-”

“I know it’s hard for you to understand, it’s different for you. You have a blessing, not powers. But you have to, or the reality will catch up to you. Like me, you’ll be responsible for a death.”

“Sir, you were not responsible for any of that.”

Hero’s wrists were released at once. It was the Superhero’s turn to recoil, a wide-eyed expression on his face:

“How – How can you say that? If I'd been a little quicker, I could have caught her. If I’d never approached the monster, she might have been safe.”

His fist clenched:

“If I’d killed them, they’d never have made victims then or after.”

Hero swallowed hard:

“Sir, I’m sorry for what happened to you. Truly.”

“Save your pity for people who deserve it. I want your efficacy. Can you promise me to do your job better than you've done until now?”

“I’ll try, sir. I’ll really try.”

Two pale red eyes followed them as they left the office. It didn’t scare Hero as much as before.

*

Villain’s room was still locked when they came back. Hero knocked, but didn’t try to enter. They let their back glide along it, landing on the floor, and slipped their hand under the door. After a while, they felt fingers encircling theirs. They looked at the ceiling, their eyes gazing at a small crack in all this white.

“When I was five-year-old”, they said, “my moms told me I could put my shoes on my own. It was really hard, you know. I had two pairs, so I had to make a choice, and it killed me. I knew that no matter what I’d do, there was going to be poor little shoes under my bed in the dark all day long. My moms found me in tears the next week. They had to buy a chest to make a shoe house, and a third pair so they could have fun with each other during the day.”

“That was very prejudiced of your child self. Like your shoes would rather work all day long than spending time on their own. Like darkness was a curse.”

“I was five-year-old, buddy. I didn’t think. That’s my point, actually.”

“I didn’t realize you had one.”

“I was devastated because of shoes. I can’t even imagine how it was for you, when you saw someone die.”

Hero heard a gasp from the other side of the door, but they grabbed the hand that tried to get away from them.

“My boss told me what happened. I don’t think you’ve killed anybody.”

“These sentences don’t go together. Do not even try to tell me he changed his mind.”

“He didn’t. He’s traumatized. But I’m the one who lives with you. Even if I didn’t know any fact, I know that the person who hugs me every morning before I’m going to work and who harassed me to call a doctor when I was sick would never kill someone on purpose. Of course it was an accident. It wasn't premeditated at all.”

“It is quite a shot in the dark for someone so terrified of it.”

“I was five. I got better.”

“How naive. Just because someone pretends to bear with you doesn’t mean they’re unable to murder anyone.”

Hero squeezed their roommate’s hand.

“But I’m right,” they whispered. “I’m sure I’m right.”

Villain struggled to get free and this time, they let go. After a few minutes, the lock clicked. Hero moved back from the door, staring as it opened. Villain looked at them back. For once, their shadow didn’t cover their head altogether, leaving two pale green eyes in sight, coldly glaring.

“I didn’t even see her run into traffic,” they simply said. “There were ants in the tree. I was too busy to fight with the little creatures eager to invade my very own personal space.”

Hero jumped on their feet:

“I knew it!”

“You seem suspiciously relieved for someone who pretended to be certain.”

“Hmm - it’s the ants. Everybody hates ants.”

“You are such a dreadful liar.”

Nevertheless, Villain grumpily accepted the hug.

*

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[4lien4utopsy]

I reread a whole Nancy Drew book before bed last night and after finishing it I just thought about what if --even one time-- Nancy was super wrong and completely off base about the nearest vaguely nefarious person also being the evil villain of the entire book. I think it would look like this.

You and your admittedly creepy looking brother bought a lovely historic home. It's a mirrored twin to the one right next door. Your neighbors are the descendants of the original builders of both of your stone manors. They're easily shaken, but mostly polite older women. But as you got to know them they also seem strange and they're clearly upset that you own part of their original property. Over the last 6 months they've been experiencing some vandalization and strange threats. For some reason someone wants both you and them to sell our homes. You've received letters, but always throw them away and although you notice someone prowling around your land as well, you and your brother have replaced all the old locks with good sturdy new ones and just reported to the police when you'd seen trespassers and never had any problems.

These women invite over several young ladies to stay at the manor, you only notice because of the new flashy blue roadster coming and going.

The young women appear at your door. They introduce themselves as Nancy, Bess, and George. They're asking if they can tour your grounds and the inside of your home in search of something. Confused, you say that you'd rather that they didn't. You're awful at house cleaning and it's not ready for visitors, you also just don't want strangers in your home.

They explain again they're very eager and the importance of them finding this item. You apologize but tell them that you just aren't comfortable. They insist again that the reddish haired one is a detective and is trying to solve a mystery. This made you even less likely to let her in, your rolling tray is open in clear view upstairs and you know that your brother's pirated movies are all piled up around the living room. You know it's illegal but you just sell them to the guys at work.

Now, you're not quite sure but you think someone's breaking into your house. You see people sneaking around at all hours in the day. Finally you realize, it's Nancy. You see her sneaking around in your bushes and looking around your property with a huge bright flashlight at night. Someone is entering your house and peeling back your original wallpaper and ripping panels off the wall.

Out of desperation you call on your neighbors and tell them that Nancy can come search your home. She appears not even an hour after lunch. Her and her friends have their hands all over everything in your house. You watch them look at everything. Nancy reached for your bedroom door and you stopped her hand.

Trust me. There isn't anything of interest in there, Ms Drew.

Her eyes glimmered creeply and her two friends made knowing eye contact.

Now you know if has to be Nancy. You have no idea how she's getting into your house. Nancy keeps finding a way into your cellar and you DON'T know how. She literally digging around in there with a shovel and she also has like 3 other women and 3 men wearing sporty slacks and sensible hiking boots staking out your house and trying to trick you into leaving just for long enough for her to enter your home again. She is trying to get into your bedroom like her life depends on it. You've been locking the door behind whether you're going in or out just to keep one room sacred and safe from this woman. You stopped smoking weed and told your brother to get the movies out of the house bc it was making you even more nervous. The police have searched your home now at her request-- even the bedroom and still she's stealing your lawn ornaments and is getting stuck in your attic like a confused bird.

You finally spot her in your bushes again and you have had enough. You and your brother go outside and chase after her. You grab her arm and question her, "Why are you doing this??Stay off my land Drew girl!"

Admittedly, you work out but she tells you to let go of her with your iron grip which seemed dramatic.

You're ready to just move away, or at least go on a vacation. You're terrified this Drew Girl will find you naked eating chips on your bed, or hiding behind your shower curtain. You can never relax. You finally go on a vacation to a nearby lake to help your nerves. You feel like you're going insane. You notice that the blue roadster is tailing you. When will this end??