#exciting retirement for villain

[sunnynwanda]

Done: Part 2

Part 1

Warning: This got more suggestive than expected. Minors DNI. 

It was quiet. Alarmingly so. Not a step broke the serenity of the library; not a page was being turned along the long rows of bookshelves, and not a shadow crossed the aisles. Villain let out a content sigh and returned their attention to the book on their lap. They were particularly fond of this secluded spot. They would visit the library every day when they were not yet known as Villain. Now that they had left the criminal life behind, this place seemed the best start for their new life. 

To their utter surprise, the citizens were worried for them when they did not show up for the regular battle in the middle of the week. They even started a mob leading to Hero’s headquarters to demand answers. Things were getting out of hand at an alarming speed, so Villain had to make an appearance and announce that the two parties had reached an agreement and would be ceasing their confrontations. 

Many still suspect that Hero did something to them. Well, to be fair, Hero did do something to them. More precisely, Hero did them. Except Villain could not get up there and say that. Not when the idea brought vehement colour to their face. It didn’t help that Hero kept teasing them too. When they made the announcement claiming to have reached a consensus, Hero chuckled. They then proceeded to inform everyone there were many disputes to discuss, to which Hero wiggled their eyebrows suggestively. Villain had to cut their speech short for the risk of exposing themselves. Their cheeks were burning brighter than the sun.

“I knew I’d find you here,“ Hero’s voice drags them out of their thoughts. They are standing across the window sill where Villain is seated, meaning they had to cross half of the library to get there. And Villain heard nothing. Shit. 

“How?” Villain wasn’t avoiding them. They were not. They might have needed time to think about what happened, because banging the enemy once was bad enough. Spending an entire night with them was worse. Finding it hard to leave in the morning because they crave more... was unthinkable. To say the least.

“I might have noticed you before we started the whole power play, ya know?“ Hero waves their hand vaguely, not pointing at anything. Or rather, at everything. “Back in uni.”

The thought sends a pleasant shiver down Villain’s spine. They shift, sliding their legs off the sill to sit upright. “Not funny.”

“Wasn’t trying to be.” Hero takes a few steps forward, blocking their way out. “Why are you avoiding me?”

“I’m not.” Villain has to squeeze the words out. Their throat feels tight, which has nothing to do with the memory of Hero’s mouth against it. Nothing at all.

“Yeah, right,” Hero shakes their head in disbelief at such a blatant lie. They lean against one of the bookshelves and cross their arms over their chest. “That’s why I haven’t seen you for a week.”

Villain huffs, unamused. They are not prepared for this conversation because anything Hero says will correspond with their desires, and they do not have enough arguments to counter them. Shit. “We agreed to stop meeting, remember?”

“No, we agreed to stop fighting for the city none of us needs,” Hero corrects with a patient smile. “We didn’t agree to stop seeing each other.”

“Hero, we can’t keep doing...” Villain breaks the charade, finally meeting their gaze. Hero doesn’t move, meeting their eyes with determination, “...what we did.”

“Why?” Hero’s voice is calm as they speak, yet they shrink when their nemesis remains silent. They know they are done for and that this idiot is to blame for that. Hero only needs to convey that much to them. “I thought you wanted it as much as I did.”

Villain cannot handle the dejected expression on their face. “I did.” I do. God, I do. They want to say it, and they almost do but stop a second too soon. “God, I... this is insanity!“

“No, it’s not.” Something about the way they speak encourages Hero. They move forward and slide their hands up Villain’s thighs, spreading their legs to stand between them. 

Hero is too close for Villain’s brain to function. Yet they make no attempts to distance themselves. “What are you doing?”

“This place always makes me think of you.“ The statement catches Villain by surprise. They are speechless for a good moment, staring at their ex-nemesis in wide-eyed wonder. “Or the things I wanted to do to you here.”

“W-what?” Villain’s breath hitches in their throat. They swallow. Hero’s eyes are locked on their neck as they pull their shirt to the side.

“You were always so quiet, sitting here with your books and those glasses you wore,” Hero’s lips meet their collarbone, feather-light and short as if testing the waters. They pause, lips parted in deep breaths, waiting for a reaction.

“Shit, Hero,” Villain can’t exactly articulate anything at this point. They grab the sides of Hero’s face and lean down, kissing them intense and deep. 

Hero lets out a low growl, pulling them closer by the waist. “Let’s see if you can stay quiet now.”

“Fuck it, Hero, the library...” A part of Villain’s conscious mind attempts to reason. But, as another kiss is placed on their collarbone, they find themselves unable to form coherent sentences. “Oh god... It’s... about... to open.”

“You think I care?” Hero whispers into the skin below their ear, then presses a kiss against their pulse. Shit.

“Bad Hero.” Villain’s words contrast the way their arms wrap around Hero’s shoulders, drawing them closer.

“For fuck’s sake, I’m not a dog,” Hero chuckles as their eyes fall shut when Villain’s hands run through their hair. They take a deep breath to steady their mind and add with a crooked smile. “Although I do know how to bite.” 

Villain hisses when Hero actually bites their jaw, then proceeds to kiss apologies into their skin. They lean back to look into Villain’s eyes, who finds it increasingly more difficult to focus on anything that doesn’t involve their nemesis on their bed. “You’re sweet, you know that?” 

“Fuck, stop with the teasing, will you?” Their impatience earns a satisfied grin from Hero. Smug bastard. 

“Mhm,” they look up with such longing that Villain’s head starts spinning. They know they are about to lose it, but what Hero says next is what sends them. “Tell me what you want then.”

With a shaky exhale, they clutch Hero’s collar and crush their lips in a starved kiss. “You. Fuck. You. I want you.” The heated whisper makes Hero’s knees buckle. 

They are wrapped in each others arms and panting heavily when the doors swing open, letting the librarians in. Villain’s entire body goes rigid in panic when Hero peels off of them. They struggle to fix their clothes, then escape through the window when someone rounds the corner. 

“Now that’s an adrenaline rush!” Hero exclaims in agitated excitement when they land in the safety of the roof.

“You are sick, you know that?” Villain exhales, still processing the implications and possibilities of getting caught. “Fucking bonkers!”

Hero laughs at that, dropping their head back and enjoying the blush creeping up Villain’s neck and cheeks. “You love it. Admit it already.” 

“You wish,” Villain retorts, leaning against the chimney for support. Their legs are weak from stress and arousal, but they won’t admit the second one in a lifetime.

“That I do,” Hero confesses with a sly smile, their lips swollen from making out. “Wanna know what else I’m gonna do?”

“If you say me, I’ll punch you,” Villain almost snarls, trying their best to look displeased. The warning earns a chuckle from Hero. 

They shake their head at how worked up Villain still is. “That too, but I meant taking you out to dinner.”

Villain’s eyes narrow in suspicion. They watch Hero approach them step by step. “No adrenaline this time?” 

“None if you wish so.” Villain knows for a fact Hero is lying. They can’t be over the fact that Villain called their confrontations boring. Hero’s eyes sparkle dangerously as they take the last step. They are going to give Villain a dinner to remember. “But that can wait.”  

They press their body flush against Villain’s, nailing them up against the chimney on top of the public library. “I’m not done with you just yet. I doubt I’ll ever be.” 

The claim earns a soft moan from Villain’s lips, but before they can process what that promise entails, Hero kisses them again.

Part 1

Masterlist

Tags: @aflyingsheepnamedrose @thatneptune

As promised :) I hope you like it!

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[disastersteps]

considering putting villain!julia au concept in a new au within my happy ending au for funsie like-

#tfw youre a dead hero turned villain dating a mad scientist that designed ur armor AND a former hero turned villain?? yeah #welcome to neets evil nerd polycule- #myramblings #myaus | mortumchargestep aka nerd fuckers #other than that #in a normal happy ending au tho- anita and mortum get a shared workshop together bc why not #i still feel julia would still be hero but retired??? and no one will know shes married to EVIL nerds but on the other all evil nerds!!! #gods im giving more and more aus to my silly ship and frankly i am Excited!!!

[amethystpath-writes]

P2 Not Your Treaty

(NOT A PR0MPT)

Part 1 here

A second part was requested almost as soon as I posted this story…here it is seven months later. I apologize. I hope the anon who requested this is still around 😭

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“Will she not follow?”

Villain rolled his eyes. Not at the lord- gods, he knew better than to roll his eyes at a lord. No, Villain rolled his eyes at the door behind him, the one that shut loudly with a thud, and with no tiny footsteps behind him. Hero remained outside, probably still in the damn tree.

“She will,” Villain promised. “Eventually, she will have no choice but to follow me wherever I go, wherever I please.”

As Villain strode to the head of the table, the same lord opened up. “What worth is she if she cannot accept even marriage? It is the role of a princess to prepare for courtship, yet she could never lift a teacup to her own lips. How could she ever help a kingdom- desperate or already prosperous?” This particular lord was an old man, one once close with Villain’s father, the king. He was used to advising, to speaking when no one wished to hear his opinion- which was heinous more often than helpful. His grey hair did not make him wise.

“I do not need her for tradition. You know that.” Villain straightened the sleeves and shoulders of his top as he took a seat. “Hero is worth more with her fire than with an easy obedience.” He shrugged lightly- as to not ruin the tidiness which he just achieved. “How will the rest of the lands know of our power without seeing what alignment the princess suffers through? They know her well enough to know she desires defiance. She climbs trees now,” Villain explained, “but soon she will be painting them red.”

Noticing another lord, Villain asked, “Don’t you agree?”

The lord, who jumped with the fright of being addressed, drew his hands together and began picking his nails. If it weren’t for the fire crackling behind Villain, the whole room would have heard the lord’s fingernails ripping. “W-with which part, Your Highness?”

“Well, with any of it,” Villain stated. His own hands were folded in front of him. The way the prince held himself was just so slightly inhuman, so calculated and meticulous, that it unnerved every person but one. Hero. For now, though, his strategically straightened back, his folded hands, and his unblinking gaze would get him his way. “I am not so sure you have listened to a word spoken since I walked in. Do you care to share your hidden thoughts?”

Knowing this was no question at all, the lord spilled. “I apologize,” he began. “My mind was occupied by unrelated matters.” Admittance could never excuse his former or present absence. The lord was always gone, always ‘occupied’ as he so called it, and although the prince was forgiving, Villain was growing weary; it was hard telling when someone was plotting against the crown versus simply keeping their head down beneath that of authority. The lord- or boy, rather- was young, his hair still vibrant with colour despite the anxiety he felt under his prince’s prying eyes.

Villain rose a brow- nodded in the boy’s direction, a prompt for him to continue sharing. He did:

“I was thinking, Your- uh- Your Highness”- he kept his head ducked down, only occasionally making eye contact with his higher-up- “that if the king is ill, and there is no male heir to the throne, then Hero will never…” The boy lord cleared his throat and continued picking at his nails, which were more closely considered skin at this point. “Then Hero will never follow you home. She has sisters to care for, ones she already cares deeply about.”

“You are too sympathetic.”

“He might be right,” the older lord cut in. As always, Villain didn’t care for his advisor’s opinion, but he listened, knowing he would get a mouthful later if he didn’t. “If you want the princess to learn cooperation, you must learn compromise.” He continued before the prince could argue back. “You want to charm the other kingdoms, not terrify them. You think showing them a bruised princess from a falling kingdom will make them like and respect you? It will only bring retaliation against our legacy.”

‘Our legacy.’ Oh, how I would love to sew your mouth shut.

“If she wants to stay here, wed her here. Become the king of a broken kingdom and show the rest of the lands how capable you are of building it anew. That will earn us prosperity.”

“The whole reason for our being here was to bring her home and make her my queen- to strike an alliance for the benefit of trade.” Why would Villain ever stay in this wretched land of wolf claws and fallen trees? Fallen trees like broken crowns.

But the old lord presented another good point. “If you let one of your brothers take the throne of our kingdom, you will still have your trade, and more. You will have your homeland’s local benefits, this land’s local benefits, and whatever trade happens between the two.” A crooked smile raptured his face and he continued, “And if you come to resent your brothers for their own uprising, well, you will be the one with a glorified image- stepping in the way you are to help a saddened princess repair her kingdom. How glorious of you to volunteer taking the reigns of a land in shambles. You will be a god, Villain.”

With perhaps the most fortunate, coincidental timing, the door leading outside opened, and in stepped Hero. Her eyes were puffy, even from across the room. The princess’ sleeve was torn, exposing her tanned and olive skin. To top it all off, the body of her dress was littered with mud and vibrant green grass stains. “My branch broke,” she explained. “I want a place to sit that is not rock or hard dirt.”

“By all means,” the boy lord said, “take my seat. I need a breath of fresh air, anyhow.” With a curt nod, the lord dismissed himself from the table, leaving Hero in the wake.

#not a pr0mpt #To my professor who saw this when it was just dialogue-- I finally wrote the second part! #No one has ever made me more excited to write than my Intro to Creative Writing professor #but I was his last class before retirement. Always hopeful he still reads my blog and gets the same enjoyment out of it as before. #not your treaty #medieval #medieval writing #medieval story #hero x villain #hero x villain story #hero x villain snippet #hero x villain drabble #heroes and villains #arranged marriage #of sorts #forced marriage #that's closer I suppose #royalty #royalty writing #royalty whump #royal hero #royal villain #In all actuality I write royalty more often than anything else. I have reached the crowd which appreciates this but I don't know how #Because who honestly ever looks up the tags I use?? #royalty writing? #does royalty writing even make sense?? #prince #princes #villain prince #hero princess

[bet-on-me-13]

The First Supervillain

So! A Typical "Early Start" AU where the events of The Show happen early in the Timeline. Like, in the 70's or 80's.

Danny never quite managed to fix his Public Perception, and even years into his career people still saw him as the Villain.

Coincidentally Valerie was seen as a Hero because of how often they were seen fighting. Even after they revealed their Identities and got together, they still had the occasional Battle. It was their love language.

His role as the Villain was Cemented when Pariah launched his Second Invasion of Earth after some dumbass accidentally freed him, and Danny took the Blame for it. Instead of being seen as the Hero who battled Pariah and stopped the Invasion, he was seen as the Tyrant to launched the Invasion in the first place, with Red Huntess being the one to defeat him in one final Ultimate Battle.

And honestly? He was fine with that. Now that he was the King of the Ghost Zone, he had the Authority to Regulate the Portal so villains stopped getting through. And that meant that he wasn't needed to stop random Ghost Attacks anymore. He could finally focus on College and his own Life, instead of sacrificing everything to act as the Protector of the Human Realm.

Val continued to be a Hero for a few more years, eventually retiring when it became Clear that the new generation of Heroes could pick up the Slack.

He went to College, got a Job as an Aerospace Engineer, and eventually proposed to Valerie.

About 20 years since his initial Accident, and he was doing great! He had moved into a humble home on the edge of town with his loving wife Val, his beautiful daughter Ellie, and his cute dog Cujo.

Yeah, life was good.

Until the day Danny accidently caused a Mass Crisis.

...

Superman was having some extreme trouble in dealing with his current Opponent. He had just been flying around the City, patrolling as Usual, when all of a sudden he had been attacked by a Flying Mech Suit.

At first he had assumed that Lex was giving it another Go, but he quickly realized that was not the case when the Armor seemed to Phase though solid matter in the middle of the battle. Lex had never made Tech advanced enough to do that on the fly.

This opponent was tough too. Strong enough and Durable enough to go blow for blow with him, and seemingly able to pull Advanced Weaponry from out of nowhere whenever he wanted. As tough as it was to admit, Superman as losing the Battle.

Then, without warning, the battle stopped. His opponent was staring at the space just behind him, with a look of pure dread. He turned around, and his heart stopped.

Floating behind him, staring right past him and directly at the Mech Suit, was the First Villain Phantom.

He looked much the same as when he had last been seen, although he was definitely Older. He had snow white hair, and glowing green eyes that seemed to stare right past him and into his very soul. He was wearing what seemed to be a costume of sorts, with an all black suit, white gloves, and white boots. Over his Shoulders sat a Cloak made of Stars, and above his head sat a Crown made of an Icy Blue Fire.

The Mech tried for a greeting, "Er- Hello t-Lord Phantom. How do you d-"

"Skulker."

"Y-yes?"

"What are you doing here? I thought I gave you explicit orders to stay in the Ghost Zone until further notice. You disobeyed me."

"Okay look. I got excited, that's my fault. It's just, I got anxious waiting. Can you really blame me? I've been waiting 20 years to take another Crack at the Human World, what's it matter if I left a few weeks Early?"

"I told you. You were supposed to wait exactly 20 Years, and you left Early. This calls for punishment."

"No wait!"

"Let's see how you feel after a few days as Soup."

The Villain pulled out a Thermos, and in a flash of green light, Skulker was gone, and the King was capping the Thermos. He then turned to Superman.

"I apologize for him, he decided to leave ahead of schedule." The King addressed him. "Now, Kryptonian. Rest and tend to your wounds, you will need to be in your best health if you want to continue saving the lives of those people below us."

With a dramatic flare, the King reached up and Tore a hole in Space. Through the Hole, Superman could only see an infinite Green Void, with the sound of screams cheering being heard through the rift.

The King departed through the Tear in Spacetime, and it closed behind him.

Superman tried to collect himself, and activated his League Emergency Comms.

"Attention All Founding Members, and Justice League Dark Members. This is Superman calling for an immediate Emergency Meeting."

He took a deep breath.

"Phantom is Back."

#Dpxdc #Dp x dc #Dcxdp #Dc x dp #Danny Phantom #Dc #Dcu #Phantom is the first Supervillain #Red Huntress is the first Superhero #Danny/Valerie #Danny x Valerie #When Valerie and Danny battled against Pariah Dark they both managed to beat him #So they both became the King and Queen of the Zone #But nobody knows this and thought that Hero Red Huntress had defeated Villain Phantom #Danny went along with this since if was just easier and he didn't plan to ever break out the Phantom Persona again #Until Skulker decided to break the terms of his Parole #Skulker was supposed to be released in a few weeks but he got excited when he learned that a new Rare Species had become a Hero #He violated his Parole and left to the Human Realm Early #Misunderstandings #Now Superman thinks Danny is planning an Invasion of the Human Realm #They need to find Red Huntress #she would know how to defeat Phantom #Too bad for them she never let her identity be revealed

[beautifulsenpai]

I WILL NEVER LET YOU LEAVE ME - 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗑 𝗉𝗋𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

˚₊‧꒰ა chapter 1 - the start and all might ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

- cw | 𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽, 𝗉𝗋𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗒, 𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗉 (𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝟤𝟢)

- characters | 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗂 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝗈𝗋𝗈𝗄𝗂, 𝗄𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗆𝗂, 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍𝖺 𝖺𝗂𝗓𝖺𝗐𝖺, 𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖺, 𝗏𝗅𝖺𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗍

- summary | (𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾), 𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗉𝗋𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗂𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝖼𝖾. 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒. 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗈. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝗇𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆.

- male reader’s quirk | 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 - 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗋𝗄 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝗅𝗈𝗋𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌, 𝗏𝖾𝗀𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌, 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝖾𝗍𝖼. 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗌 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌.

(name) didn’t think it’d be this easy to adjust to being a new pro hero in japan. (name’s) outstanding quirk and good looks made him quickly rise to the top 10 heroes. all of this made him very nervous, he barely started, and he’s already at the top! how exciting! and such a young age to start as a pro hero, at age 20.

it was truly an honor to fight alongside other heroes, especially the heroes that he grew up watching fighting and saving japan from reckless villains. endeavor and all might was the biggest inspiration for him to be a hero, and now fighting alongside them was thrilling.

(name) was surprised how easily was to get along with the other heroes, especially with endeavor. they were super friendly! a little too friendly if you ask me! (name) didn’t think they were so affectionate from behind the camera. they would give out heartwarming compliments and suddenly would get touchy.

(name) didn’t mind it at first, they were his idols after all, but it started to get a bit unsettling. they would stare at (name) for too long, they would touch him inappropriately, some would be there near him when he didn’t want them to be, and would glare at anyone who would stare or would be too close to (name).

all of this was too much for (name), it was kind at first, but this was too much kindness. (name) thought if being a pro hero wasn’t as enjoyable as it sound, or looks to be. was all of this worth it to be a hero?

ೀ 🍨 ‧ ˚ 🎀 ⊹˚. ♡

“there you have it folks! (name) (last name), known as flower maiden has protected the civilians of (random district name) from a violent thief! such an amazing hero!”, a woman news reporter gushed with a hint of blush on her cheeks from watching the handsome hero capture a thug.

the thief hung upside down, trying to wiggle out of the grasp of (name’s) quirk. thick vines were securely wrapped around the thug’s buddy, who threw curses at the young hero. it fell deaf onto (name’s) ears as he dusted off the filth that plastered onto him. (name) glanced at his adoring fans, and adorable children who admire him deeply.

“he’s so awesome!”

“papa! mama! i want to be like him when i’m a hero!”

“he’s so beautiful!”

“he’s way out of my league..”

“such a goddess!”

those compliments made (name) feel giddy. he loves his devoted fans very much. he chuckled, his eyes closed, smiling widely as he waved at the crowd. imaginary arrows shot at their hearts as their faces turned bright red from his tender smile. there was a particular retired hero in the crowd, witnessing the whole show.

it was all might. he watched how (name) defeated the criminal with such ease. it made him fall in love with (name) even more. he scooted through the crowd, trying to get close to (name) as soon as possible. “(name)!”, all might call out in the crowd. (name) halted his movements as his smile faded away, he looked at the crowd, trying to find the source.

(name) smile quickly came back as his eyes lit up when he saw all might push through the crowd with a smile. it was heartbreaking when all might retired when (name) transformed into a hero, he couldn’t battle with one of his idols, but was happy, at least he was making one of his fellow colleagues proud.

“greetings all might!”, (name) laughed. all night came up to (name) very quickly, (name) didn’t even notice. suddenly, (name) eyes widen slightly and lets out a cute yelp as all might surprisingly lift (name) onto his shoulders.

it surprised (name) since all might wasn’t as strong anymore, and he was scrawny and physically weak. (name’s) rear sat on all might’s shoulder as his arm wrapped around (name’s) legs, making sure he wouldn’t accidentally slip out of his grasp.

all might face the crowd, still holding onto (name). all might do his iconic smile as his eyes were shut. the crowd went wild, fans were gushing at the sight of the heroes getting along. (name) didn’t mind as his eyes shut closed, and smiled warmly.

all might felt overjoyed as he get to touch (name). the crowd died down as some people wandered away from the area. the crook was apprehended by officers, and he was quickly taken away. much to all might’s dismay, he softly held onto (name’s) hips and gently set him down on his feet.

(name) appreciated the nice gesture. he hasn’t gotten used to pro heroes being close friends, with the soft touching of his peers, makes him feel happy. “so all might! to what do i owe the pleasure?”, (name) exclaimed with a smile afterward. all might’s face turned completely red from what he was going to ask him.

all might avoid (name’s) gaze while playing with his fingers. “w-well, young midoriya and i will be going out for l-lunch to celebrate his quirk training. maybe y-you’ll like to j-join us?”, all might stuttered, he cringed from hearing himself stutter like that.

(name) never heard all might stutter like that, he thought he sounded silly, resulting him to chuckle. “gosh, i would be honored but unfortunately, i have to get some work done in my agency! maybe next time!” (name) reassured, his eyes closed as he scratched his neck nervously. he would be delighted to have lunch with all might if he wasn’t so busy.

all might smile dropped as his eyes widened from shock, he was upset. this was his chance to get even closer to (name), even get him in bed but his stupid hero work was getting in the way. “i-i understand..”, all might mutter. “but let me at least drive you there!”, all might insist, his face flushed as his eyes lit up from thinking about dropping (name) off at his agency.

that sounded romantic to him! (name) blinked, head tipped to the side. his eyes shut as he thought about it, it’ll be nice since he wouldn’t have to walk to the agency. (name) smiled as his arm rested on his hip, “that’ll be nice!”, (name) beamed.

ೀ 🍨 ‧ ˚ 🎀 ⊹˚. ♡

the ride to the agency was silent, but it was a comfortable silence. (name) stared right out the window, watching the passing vehicles, and buildings while all might was driving the vehicles, not taking his eyes off the road. (name) gently closed his eyes as he sighed softly.

“god, you have no idea how amazing you are”, all might purred. (name) eyes shot open, he stared at the road ahead of him, what was all might talking about. “pardon me?”, (name) questioned.

“all i’m saying (name) is that you’re so intelligent, strong, and so adorable!” all might gush, his face blushing as he placed one of his hands on (name’s) thigh as the other was gripping onto the steering wheel. (name’s) eyes widened as he flinched. all might start rubbing up, and down on (name’s) thigh, (name) forced a smile while sweating bullets.

(name) started trembling, what was this man doing, and what was he saying? he was talking nonsense. why was he saying all of this now? was it that they were both alone together? whatever it is, (name) did not want all might’s hand caress touching.

“i-i don’t know what to say all might..”, (name) muttered as he continued to stare ahead, he did not know what to say, but all might did. “i love you so much (name), you have no idea to what limits i’d go to prove that to you”, he dreamily sighed as he hand slowly crept more upwards to (name’s) privates.

luckily, luck was on (name’s) side. he quickly hopped off the car when the car halted in front of (name’s) agency, and shut the door shut. (name’s eyes were still wide, he was fighting back tears, his brows drew together as his breathing was shaky and weak. he couldn’t believe what had happened.

as (name) was about to head inside his agency, he halted when he heard the passenger window roll down. “i’ll give you a call to schedule our lunch together!”, all might shout inside the car with excitement in his voice. (name) turned his head to the side, eyes shut, he forced another smile as he nodded.

“s-sure thing! i’ll be waiting!”, (name) stuttered nervously through his white teeth. all might smirk at (name’s) response, did (name) really mean that? did he? the passenger door’s window rolled up. (name) heard the car start, and the next thing you know, the car drove away into the busy streets, leaving (name) there in his own thoughts.

such a weird man..

the last part was rushed, sorry that it’s not good!

#x male reader #male reader #bottom male reader #x bottom male reader #mha x male reader #bnha x male reader #my hero academia x male reader #boku no hero hero x male reader #pro heroes x male reader #all might x male reader #yagi toshinori x male reader #enji todorki x male reader #endeavor x male reader #hawks x male reader #keigo takami x male reader #gang orca x male reader #vlad king x male reader #best jeanist x male reader #shota aizawa x male reader #aizawa x male reader

[bkglovergirl]

♡𓂃Room 381

Bakugou X Reader

𓏲 ࣪The school tells the students the exciting news! now you gotta deal with the fact you have a new 'husband' who could care less about this whole situation.

Word count; 1.6k

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃

The bell rings. There is tension in the air. Not because of a villain attack, no, there hasn't been one in days, but because all teachers have ordered all students back to the classrooms for an important discussion. No one knows what this is about and in this school, this could be anything. You pick up your bag and look around for any familiar faces hoping you can have a conversation about the situation, the lunch room is almost bare but you catch a familiar redhead and run up to him. “Hey Todoroki!” you smile at him giving him a small wave. He stops his movements and looks at you.

“Hi,” he says. It sounds very bland, you think, but what can you expect? Maybe he’s nervous as well.

“Can I walk with you to class? I’m nervous about this big discussion thing.” Todoroki starts walking but looks at you to continue the conversation so you take that as a yes and follow.

“What’s there to be nervous about?” you give him a face.

“What’s there? Are you for real asking me that right now?!” You turn to walk backward and face him. “I don’t know, let’s think. A Hero retires, A Hero has died, they are shutting down UA, a student has gone missing, the teachers are robots, and they want to recruit us!” It seems Todorokis's blank face has gotten even blanker.

“All those were completely reasonable until the last one. Do you always automatically think of the worst-case scenarios?”

“Well kinda but it’s not my fault.” you cross your arms, “you gotta think of the worse case scenarios when it comes to this line of work-!” you walking backwards didn’t notice how close you were getting to the classroom, which means you didn't notice the blond who was right near the door causing you to bump into him.

“Watch it bitch!” Bakugou pushes you away causing you to fall about into Todoroki. 

“Alright asshole I’m not a freaking domino! You didn't need to push me!” you yell back in defense moving away from Todoroki. All Bakugou can do is give a scowl and walk into the classroom. “I Know I said it but I’m gonna say it again. What an asshole.” Todoroki nods following you into the classroom. 

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃

“Alright class I regret to inform you that the school board has decided that not only is it not enough we teach you hero skills we must now domesticate you. Following your continued hero work you will now be paired with someone who will be your fake married partner. You will have your dorms, each including bedrooms that only you can access with your thumbprint. You will be monitored with a sensor. If you can’t get along and you get no points or even worse, negative points you fail the semester. Which means no work study. No fighting.” Aizawa slips into his sleeping bag unusually quickly. The class is quiet for a moment before yelling commences. Questions are yelled and it isn't until Aizawas face looks annoyed it gets silent. The room is quiet enough you can hear other classrooms having the same reaction you all just had. You can’t help but think you were so far off in your assumptions and at this point you wish a hero was retiring. “I will answer questions but I am not talking over all of you.” Hands are quickly raised.

“What happens if you are paired up with someone insufferable?” Yaoyorozu asks, she’s bold but the majority of the class was thinking about it.

“To help encourage points if a pair can get over a 100 and have an overall ‘A’ Grade, you and your partner have the option to switch pairs with another group who is also in an overall ‘A’ Grade.” You and a couple of people sigh. It’s a relief.

“How does this Sensor work?” Midoriya asks, noting that he already has his notebook out on his desk.

“It looks like a camera, but it’s not. Created by some tech-savvy departments, it can sense and scan emotions and calculate to decide what points a pair shall receive. For example, if the pair gets into an argument, the machine with scan picks up what it needs to and calculates it into the point system. And more Mumbo jumbo.”

“So why exactly is this happening?” You ask.

“The school board wants to show what it’s like to balance the life you all hopefully will have when you graduate while still being a hero… there is more to it but that's neither here nor there. Pairings will be posted in a few. I need a nap.” And that's it. Aizawa closes his sleeping bag and the class is left with dreed until the pairings come out.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃

A knock is heard at the door and Aizawa slowly unzips his sleeping bag and answers the door, grabbing the paper and walking in front of the class. Everyone is quiet. Aizawa tapes the paper onto the board. “Some of you are paired with people in here and others are paired with others in other classes. I want absolutely no complaints. Next to your name is the room of your dorms.” As you would expect he goes back into his sleeping bag and the room is engulfed in chaos, everyone runs to the board, adrenaline running to see who they got. Gradually pairs start forming some cheers and some blushing tension. You get to the board and scan the paper. Down at the bottom in black ink ‘Y/N L/N and Katsuki Bakugou room 381’ 

“You gotta be fucking joking.” Of course, you two find your names at the same time. Why does he sound so disgusted, you're a fucking treat! You are about to remark him but before you can Aizawa comes out of his sleeping bag.

“It looks like you all found your names. Class is going to start now, so go back to your seats.” Are we just going to act like nothing just happened?! 

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃

The class had ended, and the girls and you were walking to your new dorms with some of your things from your old dorms. You were quiet, way too quiet for someone to notice.

“Girl you okay?” Ochaco hugs your arm, “normally you are leading our conversations.”

“No, duh, she’s quiet! She's got Bakugou as her husband,” you say silently, wondering if Mina could be any louder.

“I’m gonna die. Or my eardrums are gonna die. Either way, something is dying!” You can’t help but complain.

“What’s the deal with you both anyway?” Kyoka questions, “Normally people can have at least one decent conversation with Bakugou, But I’ve never seen you guys even hold a simple conversation. He won’t even communicate in battle with you? And he communicates with Midoriya.”

“I honestly don’t even know.” Truth is you did know and it was an embarrassing story that no one can get out of you. You went to middle school with both Bakugou and Midoriya. Over time and God knows how this happened you gained a crush on him and decided it would be a brilliant idea to confess. When you did it was a total embarrassment not only did he laugh in your face and shut you down, but He told those punk friends of his and they made your middle school life an embarrassment. You swore since that day he was your enemy. Childish yes? But still partly true to this day.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃

You wave the girls goodbye and look at your new dorm you share with your new ‘Husband.’ You can’t help but think how ironic this is. You take a deep breath and enter the dorm. In the dorm is surprisingly a kitchen to your left and a small living room area in front with a door leading out to a balcony. Bakugou is sitting on the couch in the living room. It’s clear he’s already made himself comfortable with how he's sprawled out he is. You decided it’s just best to wait it out in your room and make yourself dinner once he goes to bed. You look and see two doors one with your name on it and another with Bakugou’s to the right of the living room area, you start walking over to your respective door.

“Don’t expect shit out of me.” 

“I never expect anything out of you.”

“EXCUSE ME?!” Bakugou stands up facing you, “Who do you think you are saying that?!”

“If you aren't gonna put in any effort I’m gonna say whatever I want to you assface!” You both hear a ding. You didn't notice it before but over the TV is a point counter. Negative one. Not even five minutes into the dorm and you have negative points. “Oh now look what you did!”

“I didn't do that!”

“Yeah, you did!”

“Not my fault I don’t wanna do this stupid ass simulation. I just wanna be a Hero. Number one hero at that. A family and wife-” he points at you, “is just a stupid distraction from that and I don’t need this.” you roll your eyes and walk into your room, “DON’T WALK AWAY FROM ME!” and you slam your door. You place your stuff down on your new bed and sit down putting your hands to your face. Your blushing?! Why the fuck are you blushing? Is it because he called you his wife? Which is stupid and just delusional, did you not hear what he said? A million thoughts are running through your head as you question yourself but nothing can deny the feelings in your stomach.

#mha bakugou #bakugou smut #bakugou x reader #bnha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugo katuski #bnha #bnha x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #mha x reader #mha #boku no hero academia

[alwaysshallow]

prompt: You’re a retired S-tier supervillain. After you retired, you married a B-tier hero. You are forced back onto the stage when an A-tier villain attempts to kill your spouse. Ghost x reader

A/N: i don't know if i hate this or i like, so. it's yours to decide lmfao. especially that's a tiiiiny part that i decided to wrote bc i was bored.

Everyone wants to live happily ever after.

Not exactly a quiet life, but not too loud either. A perfect balance, where you have all the things (or almost all of them) to be happy, fulfilled in life.

Life that wanted your mother for you, before it all went down. Before you turned evil, as she liked to say.

You try to tell yourself that you deserve every inch of it, but you still miss the thrill of the hunt, blood on your hands, the way you just ruled the city like you wanted. Unbothered.

When your husband doesn’t look, you take out your mask, hidden carefully behind all those unopened cartons from your wedding. He thinks you burned all of your past, and here you are. Hiding it like a precious possession, so carefully.

It took you long enough to earn it—you don’t think you quite deserve it, but it’s nice to be a wife that can greet her husband every time he comes home from work. Every time he mentions something about you joining him, but it could be quite a laugh, you say.

A retired villain turned superhero. You’d rather die than make it happen, but that’s what your husband doesn’t know.

Well, he doesn’t know a lot of things.

For example, he doesn’t know how conflicted you are. Unconsciously, you think that you sabotage all of those happy moments. Overthinking stuff, asking yourself if you’re really in a good place, if you made a right decision; if a man is worth giving up your career.

Your whole life, if you want to be petty enough. Your whole life changed because of him—hell, you even changed in some way. Less snarkier, more laid back, so you wouldn’t be degraded to trophy wife, burned out villain in front of his friends and family.

Make them proud, he said once, before a meeting with his friends. Meeting that turned to complete disaster, heading home way earlier than you were supposed to because superhero bullshit bored and annoyed you enough.

But you tried to put up with it. Convince yourself that it is your fate, not the villain route that you chose before.

Fate hits you right in the face, when you enter your apartment to see three significant changes.

Your husband is tied like a pig on the table. Tight.

The apartment looks like a tornado went through it.

And three—

“Took you long enough.”

Yeah. That’s three.

You almost want to laugh. A bandit-like balaclava could scare a lot of people, but not you—not when you know him inside out. Not when you basically competed with him your whole life before.

Yeah. Before. Before you met your husband, before you two got married, before you decided to retire. The taste of this decision is bitter on your tongue, just like the thought that you feel excited for the first time in months because there’s potential danger. Something breaking you out of the routine.

“Normal people do groceries around this hour.” You shrug casually, taking a few steps; the intention of untying your husband falters the moment Ghost blocks your way, amused. You raise your eyebrow. “Come on—”

“—What? Scared?”

“No. But he has probably nothing to do with your business,” you point out, harshly. He lets out a scoff.

“Said that he’s gonna call cops on me. Very unfriendly behavior from a superhero, won’t you agree?” He tilts his head with a theatrical manner.

“I’d do the same,” you murmur under your nose, taking out the material that Ghost gagged your husband with. Carefully, your hand lands on the ropes, until Simon stops you.

“We have better things to do,” he says, his voice low. “Gotta step out from that wife role for a moment, ‘m takin’ you. He’s gonna do fine.”

“You’re taking me?”

“I am, yeah. A problem?” He arches an eyebrow, his grip tight on your wrist. Attacking him is useless, especially when he knows how you want to do it; he’s quick to pin you down against the counter. His front is hot against your ass—he laughs, as he’s almost able to feel your humiliation. “Won’t do anythin’ right in front of your husband, don’t worry. Or, will I?” he looks down at you, expression mocking.

“I hate—”

“Mm. Yeah, won’t do me good.”

And then, you’re out.

#seriously i want to delete this and redo lmao im just. ugh #struggles are struggling #simon ghost riley #ghost simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley #ghost x you #ghost x reader #simon riley x you #x reader #cod x reader #call of duty fanfic

[1800-fight-me]

The Phantom of the Red Keep

Aemond Targaryen x Female!Reader

Phantom of the Opera AU 

Rating: M (Mature)- as a general rule for my blog, minors please do not interact! 

Warnings: Gothic horror romance vibes, violence, very sensual scenes but nothing explicit, jealous and possessive aemond- this is not what we would consider a healthy relationship lol

Word count: About 8.5k

Synopsis: You are haunted by the phantom of the Red Keep and he is determined to make you his. 

Author’s note: This is not an exact retelling of Phantom of the Opera, it is based off of the vibes and loose plot, though I took a ton of liberties and of course the villain gets the happy ending in my version. This has been long awaited and its finally here and I am so excited!! I hope this lives up to the hype! Thank you so much @anepitomeofgrace for the mood board! 

Important announcement!! I am no longer using a taglist! Instead if you would like to be notified when I post new fics follow my side blog @jo-writes-fanfic and turn your post notifications on! 

Aemond Masterlist

You moved into the Red Keep when you were a young girl after your mother died and your father was given a position in the king’s small council. Everyone warned you of the ghosts that reside there. 

But you never were very afraid of ghosts. 

When a phantom voice began to speak to you through the walls at night, you were not afraid but rather enchanted. 

Your ghost had a beautiful voice, soft and low, as he whispered secrets to you from within the castle walls. 

Years passed and you told no one of your encounters with the phantom of the Red Keep, preferring instead to keep his existence to yourself. 

You used what he taught you to your advantage. People often questioned where and how you learned to navigate the political landscape of the capital city so well and how you seemed to know everything that happened within it, but you would not reveal your ghost to others. 

He was your watchful eye, your teacher, your companion in loneliness, your salvation. 

You often wondered if he was truly a ghost or if the rumors of the scarred and reclusive prince were true. 

But you never dared to ask, scared you would offend and lose him. 

You heard his voice even in your slumber, the soft lilt of his accent as he led you into dreams, dark and deep and often of him. 

He called your name, voice low and seductive, and you smiled. 

“Tell me of your day,” he ordered as you unfastened the bodice of your dress in preparation to retire for the night. 

You never worried if your phantom could see you in states of undress for a part of you would always belong to him, and besides, he was a ghost, or so you believed. 

“Lord Stark did in fact attempt to make a move like you warned me he would,” you said softly as you slipped the dress off your body. 

“Hm,” the unpleased hum echoed through the room. 

“I managed to dissuade his efforts,” you said softly. 

“Your father will not tolerate your insolence for much longer,” he mused. 

You sighed as you pulled on your nightgown. 

“I do not wish to marry.” The end of the sentence, ‘anyone but you’ went unspoken. 

For how do you confess to a ghost that you love him? 

The soft chuckle heard made your heart thump in your chest as you slipped beneath the sheets of your bed. 

“You will eventually be forced,” he said. 

“But you can still help me to delay the inevitable, yes?” 

“Of course, my sweet,” he promised. 

You sighed in contentment. 

“Will you tell me another story about dragons to help me sleep?” 

You drifted off to sleep with images of fire breathing dragons in your sleep and the warmth of your phantom’s voice in your ears. 

———————-

“How interesting,” you said and your bored tone betrayed your true feelings as Lord Greyjoy rambled on about the types of wood his ships were built from. 

You wished you could steal one of his ships and sail far away from him. 

You took another sip of your wine and withheld your sigh as the man, oblivious to your impatience, began speaking of sails and the type of material used to create them. 

You wondered how long you would have to suffer through this before you could escape to the library. 

The quiet refuge of books was your favorite place in the Red Keep. The fact that your phantom often visited you there only played a small part in why you loved it so. 

“Lord Lannister!” you said in surprise as he approached you and the dreadfully dull Lord sitting on the bench next to you. 

“Hello, my lady,” he said kindly and nodded to Lord Greyjoy. 

“I was wondering if I could perhaps steal your attentions for a short while,” the handsome man said. 

“Of course!” you said all too excitedly. 

He smirked. 

“I am sorry, Lord Greyjoy,” you said, your tone full of sincerity that you didn’t feel. 

“It is alright, I shall have to finish telling you about the wonders of my ships another time,” he said kindly. 

“Absolutely,” you agreed and took Lord Lannister’s hand. 

He led you down the path through the gardens and once you were certain you were no longer in hearing distance you looked up at him. 

At the twinkle of amusement you saw in his eye, you both began to laugh. 

“That man is such a bore,” he said and you giggled once more in agreement. 

“I hope it is alright that I came to rescue you from his clutches,” he said dramatically and teasingly. 

“It is more than alright,” you said with a smile. 

“My hero,” you teased and he smirked once again. 

You had a surprisingly pleasant conversation with Lord Lannister as he walked you through the gardens and eventually deposited you in the library. 

He was very kind, if a bit arrogant, but you found that you did not mind his company and he respected you as a person which was much more than many of them men vying for your hand could offer. 

Unfortunately your afternoon did not get better as you anticipated, for you never heard the sound of your ghost’s voice as you read quietly in your secluded corner of the library. 

He did not visit you that night either. 

You tossed and turned and struggled to sleep without the comfort of his gentle voice. 

When sleep eventually took you, you dreamt of an angel with a halo of white hair who beckoned you to follow him into darkness. 

———————-

The next day Lord Lannister invited you to dine with him, which you accepted. 

You tried to be realistic. Your yearning for a man you were not sure even existed would not help you in this life. 

Your father would marry you to someone soon and at least the man before you was relatively kind and not positively tedious to spend time with. 

You even managed to hold yourself back from rolling your eyes at the arrogant statements he made from time to time so as to not bruise his ego. 

He was kind enough and you were prepared to settle, so when he moved to kiss you, you allowed him. 

It was a short, proper kiss and did not arouse any sort of feelings within you. 

But you smiled at him and thanked him for walking you to your rooms before you found solace within them. 

You sighed as the door shut behind you and you were once again alone. 

Your favorite voice whispered your name and the hairs on the back of your neck prickled. 

You were not alone. 

“You are back,” you said breathlessly. 

“I did not leave,” he said, his voice hard. 

“I… you did not speak to me last night,” you said. 

“You betrayed me,” he said and anger colored his tone. 

“No, I-“ you protested but were cut off by him. 

“No? What do you call it when you smile and bat your pretty eyelashes at a man? What do you call it when you allow another man to kiss you?” 

His voice was low and dangerous, full of anger. It should have frightened you but instead you felt indignant. 

“It is not as if you kiss me! I do not even know if you are real or a figment of my imagination!” 

“Do I not feel real enough to you when you touch yourself to the sound of my voice?” he growled out. 

You gasped in shock. 

“Do not bother pretending, my sweet. You are not as subtle as you think you are,” he said. 

Tears of embarrassment pricked your eyes. 

“I am real, pretty girl. Do you not remember how all the suitors you despised seemed to suddenly disappear?” 

“That was you?” you asked in surprise. 

You sat heavily down at the end of your bed. 

“Of course, I protect what is mine. You are mine, are you not?” 

“Yes,” you breathed out, spellbound. 

“Good girl. You shall have your proof of my existence soon enough, but you must be patient. Can you do that for me?” 

“Yes, yes, absolutely,” you said hurriedly, excitedly. 

You could hear the smile in his voice as he said, “Wonderful.” 

You breathed a sigh of relief that you were no longer the object of his temper, and instead back in his good graces. 

As you fell asleep that night you pondered on what he revealed to you in that conversation. You were giddy with excitement at the prospect of getting proof of your silent protector. 

———————-

“I wish to tell you something,” you said to Lord Lannister as he sat with you in the castle gardens. 

“Do tell,” he said and his eyes danced with amusement. 

“When my mother passed away she promised she would send me an angel to care for me and watch over me.” 

“What a beautiful promise,” he said, clearly placating you. 

You sighed. 

“Yes, and her words came true. There is an angel that protects me,” you said. 

He raised his eyebrows in disbelief. 

“That must be a comforting thought,” he said and patted your hand as if you were a child. 

“No, not just a comforting thought, there is a presence that protects me from those that wish me harm,” you said urgently. 

“Is that why so many of your suitors have disappeared? I have heard rumors of you being cursed, but I have never been afraid of silly superstitions. I also heard ridiculous gossip of ghosts and recluse princes when I came here, there is no need to put stock in such things.” 

You furrowed your brow. 

“No, there is-“

“Lord Stark!” the Lannister man exclaimed as he saw his friend across the gardens. 

You sighed in frustration as you watched him stand and bound towards Lord Stark and embrace him. 

The two began speaking and you were quickly forgotten. 

The topic was never raised with him again. 

———————-

Your nerves were high as your lady’s maid dressed you for the masquerade ball. 

Feasts, parties, and balls were all commonplace during this time of year in which lords and ladies often courted and marriage alliances were made. 

Though, a masquerade ball was a first. You were excited. You found the whole idea rather romantic. 

“Are you certain about this dress?” you asked Reyna. 

“Of course, my lady! You look absolutely beautiful. The men will fall at your feet,” she said with a sweet smile. 

You really only cared about impressing your phantom and you hoped against hope that tonight would be the night you finally got the proof he spoke of. 

You smoothed the front of your emerald green dress as she brought you the delicate black lace mask. 

You pulled it on carefully and Reyna made a few small adjustments before she declared you perfect. 

You thanked her and with a grin you made your way towards the great hall. 

The moment you entered, you were enchanted. Musicians played ethereally beautiful songs and as you strode through the hall you were fascinated by people’s outfits and masks that bordered on costumes. 

Elaborate decorations made the room appear to sparkle and shimmer. 

A servant handed you a glass of wine and you sipped on it as you made your way through the bustling crowd. 

Soon, however, the dancing began and you smiled happily as you watched the men and women twirl. 

A man approached you and asked you to dance, you grinned as you accepted, and quickly determined him to be Lord Greyjoy. 

Though he was not your favorite lord, the music was quick paced, as were your steps and you were happy to join the merriment, no matter the company. It was not as if he could speak much to you anyhow as the dance was quick paced and required a switching of partners frequently. 

Man after man danced with you and your smile was as wide as the stretch of the sea. 

You felt a prickle on the back of your neck, like a heavy gaze was upon you, but as you looked around you could see nothing but strangers in masks. 

At the end of the last fast song you were spun by Lord Lannister and another man caught you. 

The crowd clapped as the song ended and as you caught your breath you looked up at the man who held you. 

You did not recognize the face of the handsome stranger who smirked down at you, so why was there something about him that felt so achingly familiar? 

He wore all black, with the intricate embellishments on the cloth a dark green, the exact shade as your dress. 

His hair, a shocking silvery white color, was straight and pulled half back as it cascaded down his back and across his chest. It was much longer than most men keep their hair, and it was beautiful. 

The left half of his face was completely covered with an intimidating black mask that appeared to have a sapphire within it rather than a hole for the eye to see through. 

The right side of his face was bare and you marveled at the handsomeness of the sharp planes of his nose, cheekbones, jaw, and chin. 

His visible eye was a startling yet otherworldly gorgeous violet color. 

His smirking lips were plush and naturally curved upwards. 

You had never seen such unique beauty in a man. 

You were certain your expression was wonderstruck as you stared up at him. 

The next song began, a much slower melody, and he held you close to his warm body as he swayed you both to the beat of it. 

“I do not believe we have met,” you said primly as you attempted to muster up your wits. 

He smiled at you before he spun you. 

He caught you and pressed your back to his front. As he leaned down, his hair fell across your shoulder and his lips grazed your ear. 

You shivered in response as your eyes fluttered closed. 

His large hands spanned much of your waist and you covered his hands with your own, wishing to keep him close. 

“Are you certain of that?” he whispered in your ear. 

Your spine went rod straight, the hairs on the back of your neck stood, and you sucked in a gasping breath as you recognized the voice of the man that held you. 

He chuckled darkly, that laugh that you often heard in your dreams.

“I am not certain of much of anything anymore,” you breathed out. 

“Not even of my promises?” he teased as one hand moved further down your waist and the other up high enough that his thumb grazed the bottom of your breasts. 

Your breath hitched even as your eyes drifted closed once more and your head fell back against his shoulder. 

“You are the only thing I believe in anymore,” you murmured. 

“Hm,” he hummed in satisfaction at your words. 

One hand gripped your waist and the other slipped up your arm, across your collar bones to rest gently around your throat, as if his hand were another necklace to adorn you. 

“You are most beautiful this night, my sweet,” he purred. 

You breathed in his warm masculine scent and wished to stay in his arms forever. 

He spun you back around to face him and he caught you with hands around the small of your waist and your hands found their place on his chest. 

“You…you are much more handsome than all my wildest dreams. Why would you hide this face from me?” 

You could not look away from his gaze, it was as if he had a power to trap you with him, though you would never desire to escape him. 

You placed your hand on his cheek and did not miss the way it made him suck in a breath, as if he were just as affected by you as you were by him. 

You did not know how many songs had passed since you were in his arms, but you never wanted the music to end for fear of no longer being pressed against him. 

The entire room melted away and there was only you and your phantom made flesh as he danced with you to music of your own making. 

“There are things you do not know of, that I have made efforts to protect you from,” he answered you finally. 

You furrowed your brow in confusion and as you looked away, you realized it was the first time you had looked away from his face since he took you into his arms. 

You hadn’t realized that multiple songs had come and go and still he held you. You hadn’t realized that most of the eyes in the room were on you, curiously watching you and the mysterious man. 

“I have proof now of your existence. Tell me everything, or do you not wish to make me yours?” you asked as you looked back at him. 

He pursed his lips as he stared deep into your soul. 

“Of course I wish to make you mine,” he breathed out. 

He sounded just as entranced by you as you were with him. 

You reached up and softly grazed your fingers against his sharp cheekbone. 

“Then show me all of you, my phantom,” you whispered as your fingers curled around the edge of his mask. 

So enraptured by your touch and your presence it took him a moment longer than it should have to react and you had nearly removed the mask from his face and saw a flash of a jagged scar before he yanked himself back from you. 

He pulled the mask from your hand and covered the side of his face once again as he stepped back, his chest heaving with desperate breaths. 

You stumbled backwards from the momentum of his sudden movements, and strong hands from behind caught you and with a glance back you realized it was Lord Lannister. 

Your breathing was also heavy as you turned back and gazed upon the object of your affections in shock. 

Regret flashed in his eye, but he turned and quicker than you could think of anything to say, he disappeared into the large crowd and was soon gone. 

He was gone as quickly as he appeared and your eyes stung at the near rejection. 

“Are you alright?” Lord Lannister asked you and you realized his hands were still around your shoulders where he had caught you. 

“Yes, quite,” you said and the shakiness in your voice did nothing to assure either of you of the statement’s truthfulness. 

As your attention once again found the room around you, you then heard the hisses of angry whispers of the people around you. 

“Monster.” 

“Did you see that horrid scar?” 

“Why would she let him touch her?” 

“Disgusting.” 

“His eye….” 

“Recluse prince.” 

“Aemond Targaryen,” one man said and you whipped your head around to him. 

“What did you say?” you demanded. 

“My lady, that must have been Aemond Targaryen, the recluse prince. Only the gods know what would have caused him to slither out from his hiding place,” the old man said worriedly. 

You huffed and turned to leave. 

“Perhaps I should accompany you to your room to ensure you arrive there safely,” Lord Lannister offered. 

You nodded absentmindedly and took his proffered arm. 

As you exited the hall you let out a sigh of relief to be away from such a crowd of hateful and discontented Lords and Ladies. 

“I fear you put yourself in danger by dancing with such a man, my lady,” Lord Lannister finally said after he gave you several moments of quiet to collect yourself. 

“He meant me no harm,” you said softly. 

“You know nothing of his intentions,” the man said. 

Finally you reached your door. 

“Thank you, Lord Lannister, I appreciate your help and concern,” you said in an attempt to dismiss him. 

He nodded, and he clearly understood your message. 

“Goodnight, my lady,” he said. 

“Goodnight, my lord,” you replied and turned and walked into your room. 

You shut the door securely behind you before you slid to the floor and released the tears you had been holding back.  

You could no longer withhold the torrent of mixed emotions you felt that so overwhelmed you. 

You heard nothing from your ghost that night and as you fell into a fitful sleep, nightmares plagued you. 

You dreamt of a demon that chased you and all you could see of it were two sapphire colored eyes that glowed in the depth of darkness you were lost in. 

———————-

Your phantom did not find you for the next two days and despite being surrounded by people often, most frequently suitors who wished to woo you, you found yourself incredibly lonely. 

Each night when you entered your room you called out for him but only silence greeted you. 

By the third day you resolved yourself to try and move on. It was easier said than done. 

Now that you had actually met the man that belonged to the voice you idolized, it was much harder to prevent yourself from loving him.

It was as if he was in your head, had burrowed himself in your heart, captured your soul and held it in the palm of his hands. 

How were you supposed to just let go? 

You pondered on all these things as you attempted to relax in the bath in your chambers. 

Your father was pressuring you to make a decision soon. You were lucky that he even allowed you a say in who you would marry, though you knew he was partial to Lord Lannister. Thankfully, he agreed with your assessment that Lord Greyjoy was an absolute bore. 

He was not present at the masquerade when you danced with your phantom, but he had surely heard the gossip by now. 

It would not bode well for you. 

You wished to hear your ghost’s voice so desperately you feared you were hallucinating the sound. 

But there it was again, your name, said with such gentleness and care. 

“Are you really there?” you asked hopefully. 

“Yes, my sweet,” he said after a moment too long of silence. 

You sighed in relief. 

“I have missed you,” you said. 

“Truthfully?” he asked and there was vulnerability in his voice. 

“Of course,” you said passionately. 

He did not reply and you grew concerned he did not believe you. 

You were suddenly grateful for the suds and bubbles in the bathtub for fear he could see you. It was something you had never been self conscious about before, but now that you had seen the handsome man himself and knew he was real, you were more worried about what he had seen. 

Even still, you said, “Please do not hide from me any longer, I wish to see you when you speak to me.” 

“Why would you wish to see a monster?” he asked harshly. 

Your eyes prickled with tears at his pain. 

“I do not believe people’s words that you are a monster. You, who has protected me at every turn, are a good man,” you said gently. 

The oversized portrait beside your bed creaked and opened as if it were a door. 

You gasped as your phantom stood in the darkened entryway. 

A mask still adorned half his face, though this time it was white and interestingly there was still a sapphire embedded in it where his eye should be. 

You sunk lower into the bath and gripped its edges as you stared back at him. 

“You cannot believe that about a creature of such darkness,” he said. 

“I do. I rather like the dark,” you said and a small smirk showed on his beautiful lips. 

“Come closer,” you said as you reached your hand out to him. 

He walked slowly over to you and knelt next to the bathtub. 

You placed your hand gently on the side of his face and his eye fluttered closed while he took a shaky breath. 

“Your name,” you said, your voice soft and tentative. “Is it Aemond as some have speculated?” 

He made a pleased sound low in his throat as he nuzzled his face into your hand. 

He ran his nose across your palm and the veins at your wrist. 

Your heartbeat spiked. 

“You have no idea how long I have yearned to hear my name fall from your perfect lips, my sweet,” he murmured. 

Your breathing was heavy as you looked at your phantom, your angel, your Aemond. 

“Aemond, I apologize for attempting to unmask you in front of a room full of people. Truthfully, I forgot we were not the only two people in the world,” you said gently as your fingers traced his cheek and lips and soaked in the warmth of his skin. 

“Hm,” he hummed in pleasure. 

“Will you bare yourself to me now?” you asked. 

You wanted to add that it was only fair as you were currently mostly bare in front of him. 

Though the bath was a milky color from the soaps and scents, and suds still covered the surface, you were certain his all knowing eye could see much of your glistening wet skin. 

His eye blinked open and he looked at you, his gaze raw and full of emotion. 

The sound of knuckles rapping at your door broke your focus from him. 

“My lady?” your lady’s maid called out. 

You looked across the room to your door. 

He quickly stood and disappeared behind the portrait door once again without another word, as if he truly were a ghost. 

You sighed in frustration before you called out, “Yes? Come in.” 

“My lady, I forgot to bring you your fresh bed sheets, I am so sorry! I will only be a moment,” she said as she rushed to your bed. 

“It is quite alright, Reyna,” you reassured as her anxieties often became too high. 

She smiled at you and quickly started her task. 

You sunk lower into the now cold bath and cursed your rotten luck. 

———————-

Your father ran out of patience and betrothed you to Lord Lannister. 

You sat at the celebratory feast and tried not to look too sullen. 

When the queen congratulated you, you flinched slightly, now that you knew it was her son you were so desperately in love with you felt even more guilty. 

You worried the news would break him. 

Even still, you did your best to be graceful and poised as many people offered you their excitement on your happy news. 

You didn’t mind Lord Lannister, truthfully, but he did not bewitch your very soul as Aemond Targaryen did. 

There was a commotion that caught your attention, a fire had started in the opposite end of the grand hall. 

You gasped and watched as the men rushed to put it out. 

A hand grasped your wrist and began to tug you backwards. 

Your eyes widened in surprise as your phantom pulled you into the nearby darkened hallway. 

A mask still covered half his face and his expression was hard. 

He pressed your back against the cold stone wall with the weight of his body against yours. 

Your breath sped and your heartbeat spiked. 

Not from fear, no, from the feel of the long planes of his warm body against yours. 

He placed a hand against the wall on either side of your head and caged you in. 

“Do you wish to marry him?” he asked. 

“No,” you breathed out, your focus again on his lips as he spoke. 

He leaned down so his lips grazed your ear and asked, “What do you desire?” 

You shivered. 

“You,” you practically moaned as your eyes closed. 

He hauled his body off yours and you whimpered softly at the loss of his warmth. 

He smirked. 

“Then wait for me, I shall come for you, my sweet. I promise,” he said and you quickly nodded in agreement. 

He turned his head to look back down the hallway at the great hall. 

His hair swished as he moved and you longed to run your fingers through the white silken strands. 

“They have most likely put out the fire by now. Go before you are missed,” he said. 

“Alright,” you said, and before you tore yourself away from him you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. 

He hummed in pleasure and you attempted to memorize the sound, beautiful as it was, just like everything about him. 

When you reentered the great hall, the chaos was settling and no one had noticed your brief absence, not even your betrothed. 

———————-

Most afternoons you could be found in your favorite secluded corner of the library. 

Unfortunately, your betrothed knew that and often interrupted your reading. 

Today however, you were blissfully alone as you reread your favorite book. 

Sunlight filtered through the nearby window and bathed you and your novel in a warm glow. 

A cup of tea and a little snack were long forgotten as the plot enraptured you and you curled up into a plush armchair. 

A whisper of your name slid through the contented air and alerted you to the presence of another. 

“Aemond?” you whispered back. 

“Come with me,” he crooned. 

You turned and saw him. He had revealed another secret hallway, this time hidden by a bookshelf. 

His beauty was otherworldly and you felt as if you were in a trance as you set your book down, stood, and walked towards him. 

You took his hand and allowed him to lead you into the dark and watched as he shut the bookshelf door behind you.  

He lifted a torch off the stone wall and held it before the both of you, though you suspected it was only for your benefit. 

“Where are we going?” you asked. 

The thought occurred to you that you should have asked before you followed him, but logic was never your strong suit when it came to decisions about your phantom. 

You could never resist his pull. 

“To show you more of myself,” he said. 

Your heart skipped a beat. 

You walked through winding corridors until he stopped at another portrait-door. Though, this time your view of it was from the inside. 

He opened it, stepped down himself, and then with hands on your waist, helped you navigate the large step down. 

Though, he stood so close that your body practically slid down the length of his as you did so. 

With your hands on his strong shoulders you stared at him. 

His gaze flickered down to your lips and for a moment, an excruciating wonderful moment, you thought he might kiss you. 

But he released you and took a step back, his breaths as rapid as your own. 

With him not right in front of you, you could see the room you stood in. 

It was dark, the dark curtains drawn completely so as to not allow any light within. 

Candelabras adorned the furniture to offer the light your eyes so desperately needed. 

It was also clearly the room of a prince, grand and ornately decorated. 

Black and emerald green silk covered the large canopy bed. 

The other decorations matched his chosen colors. 

You slipped from his hands and walked around the room, your fingers traced the surfaces as you took it all in. 

It was all so Aemond. But there were pieces of you as well. 

A vase full of your favorite flowers. Stacks of your favorite novels were on both his bedside table and his desk. They were mixed with books you did not recognize, ones that must be his favorites. 

Crumpled papers took up space on the desk, with your name scrawled at the top of the one on a stack of blank papers, as if he had been trying to write you a letter.

There was an easel with paint supplies in front of the window, finished paintings leaned against the wall, turned around so you could not see them. 

The painting drying on the easel, however, was of you. You gasped softly. 

It was a romantic view of you in the bath as you had been the other night, and there was such love and tenderness in your face as you looked at the viewer of the portrait, the painter of the portrait, truthfully. 

There was a halo of light around your body, every stretch of your skin that was visible had a brightness about it, the more intimate parts of your body covered by the water in the bath.

Tears pricked at your eyes as you realized this is how he viewed you. An angel, just the same as you perceived him. 

He was your angel of darkness and you were his angel of light. 

“Oh Aemond,” you breathed out. 

If you were a betting woman, you would bet that many of the completed paintings you could not see were of you as well. 

You knew the reality of what you saw, this was not just love, it was obsession. 

Logically, you should be scared, but you could not bring yourself to be anything but flattered. 

There was a mirror in the corner, but it was covered by black cloth as if he did not wish to see himself, your heart cracked at the thought.

He had been watching you warily as you explored his space and learned more about him. 

“I want you to know the reality of what you would be getting into if you choose me, my sweet. A life of darkness with someone most consider a monster,” he said as he leaned against the wall and looked down at the floor. 

You strode towards him and placed a hand on his cheek and led him to look at you. 

“That is your version of reality? In my reality I see a kindhearted man who cares for me deeply and is offering me a life of affection. I do not care for others' opinions and would like to help you heal from the hurt they have inflicted,” you said quietly and tenderly. 

He breathed out in surprise and brought you closer, so you were pressed against him. 

“You say such kind words but you have not seen all of me, you do not know why others fear me. There is more darkness to me than you know,” he said lowly, but still he moved his face closer and nudged his nose against yours. 

“Then show me,” you begged once again, “and let me accept you completely.” 

His lips were so close to yours that you could almost feel them. 

You ached for him, had ached for him for so long, that you lost yourself, your self control, and leaned up to brush your lips against his. 

But, he pulled back right before your lips were able to meet. 

You let out a shuddering breath, same as he did as he pulled his face back enough to look at you. 

He intertwined his fingers with yours and lifted your hand to the mask he wore. 

With a slight nod he gave you permission to remove it from his face but still said, “Are you certain? This would bring you past the point of no return.” 

“I have never been more certain of anything in my life,” you said fervently as you stared at him with your heart in your throat. 

He swallowed and dropped his hand from yours to let you finally take off the mask. 

You gently curled your fingers around the edges and his eye fluttered closed, another indication of his nervousness, as if he could not handle seeing your expression once you saw him. 

You slowly pulled it off and revealed the other half of his face. 

A long jagged scar stretched from above his eye down across his cheek. 

Instead of a left eye, there was a sapphire in place of where his eye should be. 

You realized you were mistaken before when you thought that the mask held the sapphire, it was in fact a replacement to the eye that was missing. 

Though the scar marred his skin, it did not take away from his handsomeness. You could understand how the scar and sapphire eye could intimidate others, but you could not understand how anyone could describe him as a monster. 

“Beautiful,” you murmured as you cupped his cheek and ran your thumb across the scar. 

His eye fluttered open and as he looked at you, his perfect lips parted in shock. You knew he felt that the disfigurement was a reflection of his soul and expected rejection. Though he had subjected himself to the potential rejection anyway, because of his feelings for you. 

“You cannot mean that,” he said and the words broke your heart. 

You kissed his cheek, his scar, right below the sapphire eye and he gasped softly. 

“My phantom, my protector, my Aemond,” you said as you trailed your lips across his cheek, across the length of the scar. 

“I absolutely mean it,” you said passionately and he groaned as he, at long last, pressed his lips to yours. 

His plush lips were soft as he pressed them firmly against yours. 

He made a low pleased hum as your lips moved against his and you tangled your fingers in his hair. 

It was not the sort of kiss that sparked a fiery passion, no, it was slower moving than that, deeper. The kind of kiss that changed the both of you intricately, completely, eternally. 

The kiss molted the love within you and him like lava and fuzed your souls together. 

When you pulled back and ended the kiss he said, “I love you, completely, my angel of light.” 

“And I love you, darkness and all,” you replied and kissed him once more. 

———————-

The day of your wedding to Lord Lannister had arrived and you were a bundle of nerves. 

Aemond had sworn to you that you would not have to go through with this wedding. He assured you that he would make you his and his alone. 

You believed him, you just did not realize that he would wait until the last minute to do so. 

Your lady’s maid Reyna cinched up your wedding gown as you stared at yourself in the mirror. 

Your expression was sullen and you felt as if you were being readied for your funeral. 

Aemond would intervene as he promised, right? 

You had tried to talk to your father, to make him understand where your feelings lay, what your heart desired, but he refused to listen. 

“You look beautiful, my lady,” Reyna said as she finished prepping you and stepped back to view her work. 

“Thank you,” you said quietly. 

“What is wrong?” she asked as she took your hands. 

You shook your head and refused to let your eyes fill with tears. 

You must believe in your phantom’s promise, he had protected you at every turn and you had to believe him that he would do so now. 

“Lord Lannister seems kind,” Reyna said gently. 

You nodded. 

“Yes. Yes he does,” you agreed as you took a deep breath to calm your nerves. 

Your father arrived and escorted you to the sept. 

The sept was grand as always, and as it was sunset, lit completely with hundreds of candles. 

A large crowd of lords and ladies filled the room and watched you as you walked towards a future of shackles. 

Your heart plummeted as you saw Lord Lannister there waiting for you. 

He smiled at you as your father walked you towards him, escorted you towards a loveless life. You could not force yourself to smile back. Your breath was short and it felt as if there was a weight on your chest. Your legs shook as you walked and finally you stood before Lord Lannister and the septon. 

The Septon cleared his throat and the crowd’s murmurs and whispers hushed and it was suddenly all too quiet. 

You could hear the pounding of your own heart. 

The septon opened his mouth to speak, to begin the ceremony, when another booming voice filled the sept. 

“I object to this marriage. This woman is spoken for. She belongs to me,” the voice of your ghost echoed through the room, through your very soul. 

You gasped in relief. 

The sept doors blew open by an unexpected and terrifying gust of wind that blew out all the candles and thrust the grand room into darkness. 

There were gasps of horror and shock as well as screams in fear. 

You grinned. 

“This wedding is over,” the voice announced and you whipped your head around as you realized where the origin of the sound was. 

The phantom of the Red Keep stood behind the Septon. 

A fire suddenly lit behind him, illuminating him, and another round of gasps and screams began. 

Aemond stood, presence intense and intimidating, dressed all in black. He wore nothing to cover his scar and sapphire eye. 

Your body moved of its own accord and you managed to take one step towards him, when an arm gripped you around your waist and hauled you backwards. 

Lord Lannister shoved you behind him and pulled out his sword. 

He pointed it at Aemond. You lurched forward, but he held you back with his arm. 

Aemond quickly pulled out his own sword. 

The septon scrambled away. 

Guards began to stream into the sept, but the fire spread, as if controlled, and circled around the three of you, and kept everyone away. 

“You have no claim on this woman! She is my betrothed!” Lord Lannister yelled. 

Aemond smirked, a devilish sort of smile. 

“That is certainly not true, is it, my sweet? I have a strong claim on you, do I not?” Aemond asked you as he leaned to the side to meet your eyes around his enemy’s body. 

“Yes,” you breathed out, entranced by his presence. 

Lord Lannister whipped his head around to look at you in shock. 

“He is a monster. Let me save you from him. I am your chosen hero, remember?” he said fervently. 

You shook your head. 

“He is my protector, I tried to tell you this before. My heart belongs to him,” you replied. 

“No,” he said angrily and shook his head. 

“No,” he repeated himself, “you will not whore yourself out to this vile demon. You are my betrothed.” 

He attacked your love. You gasped as they crossed swords and the sound of clanging steel echoed. 

You stepped back, as close as you could get to the edge of the circle of fire without burning yourself, and did not know what to do. 

Others watched the fight through the fire, helpless to assist, and did nothing but spectate. 

The men fought and it was clear that despite Aemond’s missing eye, he was the superior skilled swordfighter. 

You felt powerless to help. The fight did not last long, for Aemond soon sliced a shallow cut across Lord Lannister’s chest and then disarmed him. 

He held the tip of his sword to his opponent’s throat as he breathed heavily and gritted his teeth. Hate gleamed in his one good eye and you knew your betrothed represented all the hate and suffering Aemond had endured since his eye was so savagely taken. 

“Stop,” you gasped. 

He turned his head to meet your gaze and the look in his eye softened. 

“You do not have to kill him,” you said, “just take me. Let us be together. Let us leave this place behind.” 

He pursed his lips, a war fought inside his mind, before he nodded and removed his sword from Lord Lannister’s throat even as he kicked the other sword away so it would be completely out of reach. 

You ran to him and threw yourself in his arms. 

He kept his sword pointed at your former betrothed, but hugged you back with his other arm. 

Lord Lannister held up his hands and nodded, conceding and admitting his defeat. 

Aemond turned his head and pressed a kiss to your temple. 

“I want it to be known here and now that this woman did choose me willingly. Though I know you will indeed ignore my words, there need be no monster hunt, she and I wish to leave peacefully,” Aemond announced. 

The crowd stared in shock as you pulled his face down for a passionate kiss. 

Your love raged like the fire that surrounded you. 

He was yours and you were his. 

“Take me,” you begged him as your lips broke apart. 

The last thing you saw was the uptilt of his lips into a smirk before the room was plunged into darkness and then there was only the sensation of falling. 

You splashed into deep water and strong hands pulled you up. 

“We must hurry,” your lover said as he helped you swim. 

You looked up and as the ceiling closed above you, you could see that the entire sept seemed to have lit up in flames once more. 

He led you to the edge of the canal and hauled you up out of the water. 

He lit a torch he found on the wall and you could finally see. 

“It will take them some time to put out the fire, but they will follow us as soon as they can,” Aemond said to you in a hushed and hurried tone as he helped you step into a small boat that floated upon the water. He handed you the torch and you held it as you took your seat and settled. 

He soon followed and took the oars and rowed as quickly and powerfully as he could, his strength evident in the action. 

He navigated the canals effectively and knew which turns to take in the winding and confusing darkness. 

You stared at him as he did so and admired your phantom in the flickering light. 

His hair was wet, his lips set in a hard and determined line, and the sapphire glimmered and gleamed. 

You loved him, you wanted him, you were joyously happy he had saved you from a life you despised. 

You smiled. 

His gaze flickered to yours and he raised an eyebrow at you. 

“What is it?” he asked. 

“I love you,” you said quietly but strongly. 

He smiled. A real, full smile, not a smirk or a half smile, a real full smile in which his lips stretched and you could see his teeth. 

“And I love you, my sweet,” he eventually replied, the moment heavy with emotion. 

“Thank you, for protecting me, my guardian angel,” you whispered. 

He shook his head.

“Thank me when we are actually safe in our destination,” he said. 

“Where is our destination?” you asked. You did not truly care about the answer, anywhere safe with him was perfect to you. 

“There is an estate in the countryside owned by the Hightowers, my mother’s family, that has been gifted to us by my mother. Some sort of recompense for all I have endured from my father’s family, I suppose. We shall have to pretend to be Hightowers and it will be a simpler life than you are used to in King’s Landing, but it will be safe and I will protect you. I hope you find that suitable,” he said softly. 

“Of course,” you said, “a life with you is all I desire.”

He smiled once more and it was your favorite sight in all the world. 

“Good, I have arranged for a septon to be waiting there to wed us. If all goes well it will only be a few days' journey and then you will well and truly be my wife.”

You grinned and placed your hand on his knee as he continued to row. It took all your self control not to throw yourself into his arms and kiss him until neither of you could breathe anymore. 

“I could not imagine anything more perfect, my love,” you replied.

The canals eventually deposited the two of you into the entrance of a river on the outskirts of the city. 

Aemond climbed out of the boat and quickly helped you do the same. 

Thankful for the cover of darkness, he snuck you to a stable where two horses awaited you both. 

He pulled clothes out of the packed saddle bags and handed you a bundle. 

“Can you help me?” you asked as you turned your back to him. 

You heard a shuddering breath. 

“Of course,” he said and began to unlace your wedding dress. He slowly pulled at the laces, and his fingers brushed your skin as he did so. You shivered, and you were not certain if it was from the cold air or desire for the ghost that stood behind you. 

You slipped out of it and turned back to face him. 

His gaze was dark and intense once again. 

Your heartbeat stuttered. 

Then you heard distant shouting, you were still being pursued. 

“We must hurry,” he urged. 

You swallowed your disappointment and nodded even as you began to remove the rest of your clothes. 

He walked to the other side of the horses, to hide you from his view, and allowed you to finish changing. 

You pulled on the new clothes, and realized he had picked out peasant clothes a man would wear, most likely to make you both as inconspicuous as possible. 

You pulled on the fresh underclothes, the trousers and boots, and then the loose white shirt. 

He rounded the horses, already fully changed with an eyepatch over his sapphire eye. 

Your breath caught as he knelt before you and began to tie the laces of your boots. 

You bit your lip as you watched him. 

His nimble fingers moved quickly as he laced both shoes then stood to his full height before you. 

He then laced up the front of your shirt, to hide your breasts, and his hands grazed them as he did so. 

Your breathing was heavy as you watched him. 

He nodded in satisfaction with his work then pulled two cloaks out of the saddle bags as well. 

He pulled his cloak on and then helped you with yours. 

Your hands caught his and you could not help yourself. 

“Kiss me,” you breathed out. 

He huffed in amusement before he pulled you in for a brief but firm kiss. 

“Aemond, please,” you begged as he pulled back. 

He gripped your waist and rested his forehead against yours. 

“I will make you mine and give you everything you desire, my love,” he promised, “but you must exercise patience. We need to hurry, our lives are still at stake.” 

You sighed and nodded. 

He pulled your hood over your head and then tied his hair back and did the same. 

With strong hands on your waist he helped you climb atop your horse and then mounted his own. 

With the click of his tongue, he urged his horse forward and you followed his lead. 

Soon, both your horses were galloping and you left the horror of King’s Landing far behind. 

You journeyed into the darkness, but felt assured that there was light at the end of your travels for your phantom was there with you, and you would be together, forever, as you both desired, as was right. 

You loved the man, the ghost, the so-called monster beside you. You loved your protector, the man who had maimed and killed for you, who guided you through the deepest darkness. 

He was your angel, your salvation, the rest of your life. 

He was yours and you were his, forever. 

All was finally right in the world.

#aemond targaryen #house of the dragon #hotd #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #aemond targaryen x y/n #aemond #aemond targaryen fanfic #aemond targaryen x fem!reader

[laxxarian]

Vlad had a redemption arc that led to him having a daughter who is Dani, wanting to retire from being a villain and just settle by being a rich dad then few months came and another kid comes barging into his home and it was Dan who looks exactly like Danny except for the color of their eyes.

Turns out, Clockwork gave Dan a chance and Danny had to begrudgingly agree since he may have some doubts, Danny still didn't want to be a complete menace in the future and wouldn't want Dan to escape somehow and wreck havoc.

And if anyone in Amity Park or someone who knew Vlad questions of the eerily similar features of the Dannies, they'd just shrug it off and be blind about it cuz they all just knew that they're all just some big weirdos in their own good way.

But anyway, Vlad had been invited to a gala in Gotham so the three went.... with Danny's supervision flying above invisibly. And as Danny goes, he felt a cold puff coming out of his mouth and the same happened to the other halfas below him so they all stopped and looked around and managed to get themselves in Crime Alley.

Turns out, a kid got kidnapped and a man who seemed to be a ghost but also not a ghost... thinking it was other halfa, the four got excited to know who might they be so in turn, they helped man who was trying to save a kid from some kidnappers.

And when they saved the kid, the three: Dani, Dan and Vlad, realized that they were not in their ghosts forms and had been using their powers in human forms so now they got exposed meanwhile Danny was just hovering in his ghost form chuckling at the sheer mistake of the other halfas.

......im not sure where to continue this but in the end of it all, Bruce found Dan (they're in the gala now) seemingly similar to Danny Fenton in Amity Park so Bruce questioned Vlad and Vlad had to lie.... next to Clark Kent who found a lie in his answer.

And so, something something blah blah and the JL went to Amity Park to discover ghosts and the like and Jason was there too, freaking out at the fact that he could sense the lazarus pit everywhere

#danny phantom #amity park #batman #dpxdc #crossover #justice league #vlad plasmius #dark danny #dan phantom #dani phantom #clark kent

[lynmars79]

About Imelda Goldfinch

Looking back over episodes, transcripts, and the wiki as a friend experiences Midst for the first time, I keep coming back to Imelda.

She "mistook" Weepe for the Mayor of Stationary Hill when they bumped into one another (literally) in S1 E5 "Missions". She spends the rest of S1 pester-courting Weepe into the Trust, starts him at Zero, and then grants him enough Valor to become Upper Trust for the Cabaret betrayal. She makes sure he gets off Midst in the Consector's flagship.

In S2 she continues her Weepe project, showing him around the city, introducing him to people, accompanying him to Upper Trust meetings. And then the Arca, S2 E13 "Inside." Where she uses her zealousness to torment Weepe until he (outwardly) acquiesces to her.

She knew about his condition, and his medical treatment. In detail. Cameras aren't that advanced in this cosmos, and Weepe keeps that knowledge quite secret; Saskia knew after four years as Weepe's business partner, and being noted as perceptive. When and how did Imelda find out, enough to gauge a normal day's risk (if not enough to know what happens when Weepe gets excited/stressed)?

In S3 she is front and center at the naming of Weepe as Tripotentiary. She automatically becomes his Archauditor, a minimal show made of having to create the position and choice to fill it over brunch. She attends high end meetings like the dinner with Kozma, where Imelda makes interesting notes on her menu (per the appendices) about what Weepe does and doesn't like, among her other notes and reactions.

Then we get to S3 E9 "Baron."

And I have to wonder: Did Imelda "mistake" Weepe in S1 when they met? Was she there not just because of the Breach investigation and/or Moon sale, but for him? Does she know, or at least suspect, who Weepe was before his first Fold-induced transformation and the salvation from the Mothers?

Imelda is a character that fascinates me, and is a bit frightening when thinking about her. She gives some of the same vibes as HP's Dolores Umbridge, but with the caveat that Imelda seems to be a True Believer in the Trust--while also being extremely driven and ambitious. We saw in her Notary prep school yearbook that she had Caenum as a girl (with the note "most likely to Break Even"). When we meet her, middle-aged, she's wearing a wide sash of Valor and regularly rubs shoulders with the Upper Trust.

It took Fuze Peabody his entire working life to Break Even by retirement (and given Lark's past, they start working rather young in the Trust; no child labor laws in the Highest Light I suppose, for those in debt). Most Trustees never reach Zero; it's why so many Breach.

And so much of Imelda's recent Valorous momentum has been due to her maneuvering of Weepe. Of the things she has done with, for, and to him.

Did she gun for Jonas Spahr being removed as Prime Consector? Was it convenient, or targeted? Disdain for the Company or just a way to maneuver Weepe into power? And why? Did she see the incompetence at the top and think it could be better? One of her menu notes is re-starting Valor checks for Upper Trust and other important meetings. Did the Fleit scandal make her think change was needed? Does she think Weepe can get her what she wants when the rest of the Upper Trust cannot?

What does she know? Why is she doing all this? Personal power? Grandiose zealotry? Revenge? A little of everything? Is Imelda the real mastermind and arch villain?

I dunno, and that last may be a bit silly (??) but something is going on with this woman, and she stands somewhere near the heart of this tangled web.

"He's totally fucked" the Narrators say of Weepe when he bumps into Imelda that first time. That's certainly been true in many ways--and I don't think it impossible that it will continue to be, with Weepe maybe not expecting the damage this scarily cheerful little lady with Pollyanna curls can still do to him before the end.

For the good of the Trust.

#midst podcast #Midst Spoilers #Imelda Goldfinch #Moc Weepe #character analysis #Scheduling this for S3 E9's release as I'm ahead #And a LOT of things are coming back around to the very early episodes in these latest ones

[salmonight]

DannyMay 2023, Day 15: Full Hazmat AU

Tittle: The Cleaner: First File

Summary: One day green glowing monsters started appearing and attacking cities all over the globe, and with them, arrived 'The Cleaner'. The Justice League has not uncovered any real information about them to this day. Meanwhile, Danny in a full hazmat suit: 'People can't even let me take a friggin nap!!'

One day,  green glowing monsters and people started to appear all along the globe. No one knew where they came from, only that they enjoyed wreaking havoc wherever they showed up. 

With the entities came 'The Cleaner' as they were titled. They always appeared no more than 10 minutes after a villain - from the ‘Green Dimension’, as they named it - showed up, and contained them in ten seconds flat,  immensely helping in keeping the damage to the minimum. 

The only saving grace was that these aliens never got anyone killed. Everyone in the Justice League found this observation extremely bizarre. But even with no casualties,  the repair costs were enormous. 

No matter how much the JL looked, there were never sightings of the figure other than during the fights, when they seemed to appear out of thin air. Internet searches came up blank as well, only filled with excited rants and candid photos taken by civilians. With these, they concluded that “The Cleaner” was either a) a brand new hero previously unknown, or b) from the same dimension the glowing entities came from. The whole League was miffed, with the Bats even more so, collectively losing their shit over having no contingency plans against the unknown figure.

Fully covered in a red and black hazmat suit nobody had a clue about their identity,  even their gender was shrouded in mystery. Somehow their outfit, even without being overly baggy managed to hide any distinguishing bodily characteristics that otherwise would have been visible. 

Until…. one day,  one of the speedsters overheard the ‘Cleaner’s’ rant. 

It went as any of their usual fights with the green monsters did. Not even a few minutes after the beast started to destroy the buildings, their mysterious hero materialized into existence in front of it. Instead of immediately throwing a punch like they expected, ‘The Cleaner’ instead stared at them with the most deadpan expression they could convey with a helmet on. For some reason, the speedster got a huge 'I’m-so-done-with-this-shit' vibe. Or that was just his overactive imagination. It was hard to tell with the headgear on. He must have gotten it right though, because then they tiredly put a palm to their face with one hand, and, without looking, flicked open the lid of a tube and sucked the entity into it with the other.

Surprisingly, The Cleaner didn’t immediately disappear once the monster was gone, so he took a few steps closer as they hung the green, metal tube ( which he could now tell was actually a soup thermos? What? ) back on his belt and pulled out an honest-to-god cellphone.

He didn't even have to strain his ears to listen in on the ensuing phone call since they were talking pretty loudly. And boy, did they sure sound pissed. 

“I swear to the Ancients, Tuck,” the ‘Cleaner’ complained, motioning with their hands aggressively to emphasize their point “If I have to come to fetch another one of these god damned brats I'm gonna treat them the same way they act and build them a time out corner in either the warden’s prison or the palace. I'm pretty sure both Walker and Frightknight would love to teach them a lesson about tact!"

There was a pause as he listened to whoever they were talking to on the other end of the line. “No, I don't care that they’re centuries older than me. If they act like spoiled children they get treated as such!” 

They let out an annoyed harrumph “I was taking a nap, Tuck. A NAP!!! You know I don't take naps! Not to mention I’m retired! What the hell am I? Their nanny? I don’t even get paid to clean up the messes they make! Can't they just keep their ecto ass sitting still in the realm for at least a few centuries to let me take my well deserved break!? But nooooo, these asshats have to make even more paperwork for me to do!" 

“When I told them not to break into Amity anymore I did not mean for them to go to another dimension and terrorize a whole-ass-planet!!!” The ‘Cleaner’ threw up their spare hand in exasperation.

 Their grumbling still could be heard as, with a wave of their hands, a portal opened, made out of a green swirling mass. Ignoring everyone else’s presence they stepped into the portal as it was the most common thing in the world. 

The speedster could only watch and gape at the now empty air. They certainly did not know they could do that. 

Now that he remembers though, they did sound like a male didn't they? He couldn’t estimate their age from the voice as it was very muffled coming through the headgear, but it was definitely not feminine.

And that's how the Justice League got their first ever info about the mysterious ‘Cleaner’.

Finally,  the first real data was entered into the vigilante’s (?) file: 

Name: UNKNOWN 

Alias: “The Cleaner” 

Age: UNKNOWN 

Gender: Male 

Origin: UNKNOWN 

Race: UNKNOWN 

Appearance: UNKNOWN

Power(s): Flight (or hovering,  unconfirmed which), Super strength(?), Teleportation(?), Portal creation (confirmed)

Weakness(es): UNKNOWN 

Costume: A full  black and red hazmat suit. The headgear has a black, unreflective screen that has green orbs (eyes?) shining behind it. Matte black gloves, combat boots and belt. There are compartments added to the belt. Content: UNKNOWN 

Weapon(s): a metal thermos(?) with green accents

Personality: UNKNOWN 

Affiliates: Tuck (?) (no file available)

Takedown plan(s): Impossible to make without further data 

Note:  The entity always deals with the threats quickly and effectively. Their moves speak of prior experience. 

 Ao3

The one that helped betaing this work once again is the lovely Amateum!

My hands were itching to draw something so in a 'why the fuck not' mode i drew Danny's file.

Except as sequel of this with arts and all fellas cuz am already preparing it!

The sketch:

#dannymay2023 #dannymay #dannymay day 15 #batpham #batpham fanfic #case file #danny phantom #danny fenton #phandom event #danny is retired #but still have to play nanny for the ghosts #cuz the 'do not attack amity' is taken as 'go and attack a whole ass planet in another dimension' #danny phantom fanart #full hazmat au #danny fenton fanart #the cleaner #The cleaner au #The cleaner first file #dc x dp fanfiction #dc x dp crossover #dc x dp #dc x dp fic

[butcherlarry]

Weekly Fic Rec 49

This week's fic rec list! I was surprised how much reading I got done, but then I remembered I had Monday off for the holiday :) So enjoy this longer than expected list!

A Sacrifice Love Demands by second_hand_heaven - Superwonderbat, complete. Bruce gets hit with a new fear toxin from Scarecrow. Featuring cuddles with Superman and Wonder Woman to make it better :)

I got better things to do by Amisti - Batman, complete. Batman, Flash, and Green Lantern get captured by a bad guy and thrown in a prison cell. Batman Brucies his way out, much to the shock of Flash and Green Lantern.

Brucie Moments series by That_One_Curly_Haired_Fangirl - Batman, stories are complete, but series is not. Some moments of Batman's Brucie persona showing through.

Flowers From Mr. Wayne by Ktkat9 - Superbat, complete. After an interview gone wrong, Bruce sends Clark some flowers to show his interest :))))))

a sky of honey by TheResurrectionist - Superbat, wip. More of the Superbat omegaverse fic that I always get excited about when it updates :) Featuring, Jason finally figuring out who Superman is, overreacting, and Clark having a Big Sad (but Lex makes it better, surprisingly).

Emergency Contact by Elegitre - Batfam, wip. An update to a fic where Tim joins the Batfam early. Jason has a misunderstanding about his place in the family, but Bruce makes it better.

A place to stay warm by Speechless_since_1998 - Batfam, complete. Barbara is Tim's babysitter. During some cold weather, the heat goes out in the Drake house and Tim is sick. Barbara makes the trek to Wayne manor for help.

how cleanly, how quietly by shipyrds - Batfam, complete. Bruce thinks Tim is lonely and tries to set up some father-son bonding to make it better. Turns out, Bruce is wrong and Tim has a lot of friends.

we shall be free; we shall find peace by mediant - Superbat, wip. I was SCREAMING with this fic's latest update! Clark is captured by the Bats, oh no! What's going to happen next!!!!!!! 👀👀👀

the walks of dreams by januariat - Superbat, complete. A sweet, smutty fic, featuring Adam West Bats and George Reeves Superman 💖💖💖

RIP to the Rumours by BoredomBeckons - Batfam, complete. Instead of dying, Jason retires as Robin and goes to college. No one told this to the rest of the world though.

I found a brother in the trash by Speechless_since_1998 - Batfam, complete. Dick finds a new sibling (Jason) in the trash and brings him home. Jason learns from his older brother, and finds his younger brother (Tim) in the trash and brings him home. Shenanigans ensue.

Flock Building for Dummies by DragonDart - Superbat, wip. A creature AU where Bruce is a harpy and Clark is the vet who takes care of him. Lot's of tasty, tasty world building in this fic too!!

bruce's villain origin story by InkpotSprite - Batfam, complete. Bruce gets turned into a cat, but none of his kids notice. Adorable shenanigans ensue.

Just A Little Bit... by HaleHathNoFury (My_Trex_has_fleas) - Superbat, wip. More of the alien Clark and eldritch Bruce fic! Clark goes off to investigate Cadmus with Lois and Bruce is Worried and Grumpy about it. Featuring my favorite scene with one of Ivy's killer plants >:D

Champagne Problems by SalParadiseLost - Superbat, wip. Himbo omega Brucie Wayne is dating alpha Clark Kent. He also suddenly adopts three children using unconventional means. Shenanigans ensue.

Patchwork Pod by Ktkat9 - Superbat, wip. More of the mer Bruce fic! Bruce is still missing and a new threat arises :((((((

Happy reading!!

#weekly fic recs #fanfic recs #fic recs #fanfiction recs #fanfiction reccomendations #superbat #batman #bruce wayne #batfam #superman #clark kent #fic rec

[traeumenvonbuechern]

Which books would the Hallowoods characters read?

Happy HFTH season 4 day! I'm so excited for the new episodes, and I want to celebrate by recommending some books I think some of the main characters would love.

Diggory Graves - Unwieldy Creatures

I have a feeling that Diggory might be interested in a nonbinary Frankenstein retelling...

Percy Reed - The Spirit Bares Its Teeth

A transmasc protagonist, ghosts, a t4t love story - Percy would relate to this book so much.

Nikignik - This Is How You Lose the Time War

Even aside from the whole Bigolas Dickolas thing, I think Nikignik would really love this book. It's an epic, complicated, super emotional love story, written in a way that almost feels like poetry - I have a feeling that Nikignik would like that.

Lady Ethel Mallory - Lady Susan

It's short, it's funny, it's a classic, it's from the perspective of the villain and said villain uses the title "lady"? Lady Ethel would love this book.

Riot Maidstone - Gideon the Ninth

It's about a butch lesbian with a sword. That alone would probably convince Riot to read it, but I think she would love the story, too.

Olivier Song - Infinity Alchemist

This book is about an alchemist who is rejected by the magic school he tried so hard to get into, and one of the love interests is genderfluid - Olivier might relate to it a little too much.

Clara Martin - The Grimoire of Grave Fates

It's a murder mystery set at a magic school that moves around the world, and it's told from 18 (!) different perspectives. I think Clara would love reading about all these different types of magic and trying to solve the mystery.

Polly - Good Omens

Polly reminds me so much of Crowley sometimes - to quote this post, they're both "demons sent on a celestial audit of earth and catching more feelings than they signed up for" - so Polly would probably either love or hate Good Omens, no in-between.

Yaretzi - The Salt Grows Heavy

I can't really explain why I think Yaretzi would like this book, but she would. Something about the main character being a murderous mermaid, probably.

Mort - All Systems Red

Mort would definitely want to be friends with Murderbot.

Hector Mendoza and Jonah Duckworth - Silver in the Wood

This is my go-to "Read this if you like Our Flag Means Death" book because the main characters remind me a lot of Stede and Ed, but the book also reminds me so much of Hector and Jonah, especially with the magical sentient forest setting.

Zelda Duckworth - The Remarkable Retirement of Edna Fisher

This book is about a 83-year-old Chosen One who has to save the world armed with nothing but gumption and knitting needles - I think Zelda would enjoy that.

Mx. Morrell - What Moves the Dead

I think a fungal horror book with a nonbinary protagonist would be perfect for Mx. Morrell.

Danielle O'Hara - Pet

Pet is about a trans girl who has to reconsider everything she's been taught and save her friend with the help of a terrifying creature - everyone should read this book, but I think Danielle would especially like it.

Book titles:

Diggory Graves: Unwieldy Creatures by Addie Tsai

Percy Reed: The Spirit Bares Its Teeth by Andrew Joseph White

Nikignik: This Is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone

Lady Ethel Mallory: Lady Susan by Jane Austen

Riot Maidstone: Gideon the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir

Olivier Song: Infinity Alchemist by Kacen Callender

Clara Martin: The Grimoire of Grave Fates, edited by Hanna Alkaf and Margaret Owen

Polly: Good Omens by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman

Yaretzi: The Salt Grows Heavy by Cassandra Khaw

Mort: All Systems Red by Martha Wells

Hector Mendoza and Jonah Duckworth: Silver in the Wood by Emily Tesh

Zelda Duckworth: The Remarkable Retirement of Edna Fisher by E.M. Anderson

Mx. Morrell: What Moves the Dead by T. Kingfisher

Danielle O'Hara: Pet by Akwaeke Emezi

#hello from the hallowoods #hfth #unwieldy creatures #the spirit bares its teeth #this is how you lose the time war #lady susan #gideon the ninth #infinity alchemist #the grimoire of grave fates #good omens #the salt grows heavy #all systems red #silver in the wood #the remarkable retirement of edna fisher #what moves the dead #pet #long post #booklr #bookblr #book recs

[aimportantdragoncollector]

For the ask game, Yoichi used to be his brother's right hand man but he was hit by a quirk and disappeared. After AFO has made a bloodbath in order to deal with his grief, he eventually settles down, retires and has a son. The thing is that Yoichi wasn't hit by a disappearing quirk but by a time traveling quirk and he appears on one of Izuku's birthday, kinda expecting... to keep working with his brother? Please!

This Yoichi will be a scandal at the Firsts Club.

All for One was super-happy to see his brother, deliriously so, but he's not willing to resume his business. He made a promise to his wife to retire. Also, he doesn't want to miss his son's childhood. This All for One came to blame his villainy for losing Yoichi and he fears seeing Izuku get hurt.

Yoichi hangs around for a while trying to persuade his brother to become villains together again. He teases his brother a lot for getting old and having old man habits. However, Yoichi is always very polite to Inko and calls her big sis.

Izuku thinks of Yoichi as a cool uncle who gives him presents at first, but also notices that Yoichi has low empathy and extreme levels of self-centeredness.

Yoichi is scandalized and disappointed that his brother never gave Izuku a quirk. All for One blamed the quirk he gave Yoichi for getting him involved in fighting and ultimately leading to his death so he decided not to risk history repeating itself. Izuku has a good relationship with his father in this AU, but he becomes angry when he learns his father could have given him a quirk.

Toshinori is quirkless and Izuku's favorite teacher. (Izuku did not get bullied in this AU due a more involved father.) Nana Shimura is the number one hero. Tenko Shimura is a spoiled rich kid.

Once Yoichi realizes his brother seriously won't join him, he takes over All for One's old forces. Gigantomachia is loyal to Yoichi as well and grateful not to be forgotten. Yoichi also takes over the MLA by seducing Re-Destro and then killing him to take his place as leader.

Yoichi kidnaps Izuku to use him as a replacement big brother to become a villain with him. Izuku goes along with this partly to avoid angering the dangerous madman and partly because Yoichi promised to give Izuku his quirk after he finishes his strength training. All for One and Inko are on the warpath.

Yoichi: I've kidnapped you to become my new villain partner.

Izuku: Come over here and I'll bite off your--

Yoichi: And I'm going to give you my quirk because it's very wrong that big brother never gave you one. I'll still have my flawless looks.

Izuku: I meant to say, what some people call kidnapping, I call uncle-nephew bonding! I'm excited to work with you, new favorite uncle. Hey, how long do I need to train before I get the quirk?

#5 headcanons game #closed ask game #Yoichi Shigaraki #All for One #Dad for One

[bleekay]

such a cinematic gayass dream…

family of four in hiding, dad mom daughter son, from dad’s old nemesis who is after them. he is paranoid and jumpy while his wife is trying to be the calm and rational one. the kids don’t know who they’re hiding from really, or that their dad used to be a hero and quietly retired, so this whole thing feels like a huge drag to them, and they’re both a little worried about their dad’s mental state. they move around every 6 months or so to a new location. to the man, every stranger is a potential threat, every sound a warning sign. the kids don’t even have time to properly make friends anywhere. his wife is patient but also trying to get him out of his extreme paranoia.

one evening the door knocks and he yells at everyone to hide and his wife is finally like. rolling her eyes, sick of the worry. she tells him it’s probably just a delivery person or a neighbor from this area. but just as she reaches the door a raspy singsong voice echoes through saying “where aaaare yooou? in here, love? is your darling wife here? your beautiful children? i think i fooound you” and then laughs, and the wife turns and runs for the kids and the man goes pale and freezes for a moment and then rushes for the door. to hold it closed. for a beat. and then he slams it open with his fists up ready to fight. and no one’s there. he does a full 360 and can’t see anyone, glances at his family through the open doorway. and then the guy comes flying down from above with a long skinny mallet hammer thing, and finally they start going at it. the man’s been retired for years, he’s not used to fighting anymore, and weirdly his enemy is giving him time to recover from hits, grinning maniacally the whole time, his eyes wide and excited like this is what he’s been waiting for forever. they go back and forth with some typical hero/villain chatter, you’re slow old man, i’ve stopped you a thousand times before and i’ll stop you again, etc. but when the man is knocked down the villain crouches and gets up his face and says lowly “do they know? the kind of man you are? do they know what you did? what you and i did together?” ex-hero’s eyes get wild and panicked. suddenly it all seemed to make sense why he’d been so paranoid. it wasn’t that he worried he wouldn’t be strong enough to protect his family if this guy came. it’s that he had a secret that only his nemesis knew.

(i’d like it to be known that i was an observer in the dream, and at this point was like “ohh maybe he did villainy or something and is worried his family will find out he’s bad” so the next part surprised me? don’t know why. it’s MY subconscious. fucks sake)

cue flashback. watching a fight they had many years ago, when they were much younger. it was in an abandoned school for some reason, old classrooms with chairs and desks knocked over and graffiti on the walls and broken windows. the villain’s hammer had been lost sometime earlier so they were fist fighting with a great deal of flair. throwing each other into walls and shit. eventually hero knocks the villain down and out. he’s won. usually at this point he’d leave, but for some reason he stays. stands over him for a while and looks conflicted. he kneels down and takes his hand and just holds it awkwardly for a while. except villain wakes up, grabs him, and switches their places. and hero is caught, embarrassed out of his mind, shoved against a dirty floor, with his nemesis grinning wildly like he just found a new toy, and before he can think to fight back he’s getting kissed hard.

the flashback ended but i gathered that wasn’t the last time it happened nor the most that happened. i assumed they had an ongoing physical relationship for years while they were still fighting. and this is the hero’s secret. and maybe not all of the secret either, because the hero could’ve kept the door shut. he didn’t have to open it. his family isn’t visible from the doorway anymore, hiding maybe, or escaping out the back. he doesn’t move to go follow them and he doesn’t put his fists back up to fight, and i’ve never seen a more defeated man in my life. mans looked like he wanted to Die.

the end, unfortunately. it didn’t go any further. villain was super horny in love with him idk maybe he should get straight hero divorced and then gay evil married. kids could use a cool fun stepdad i think, and that poor woman deserves better than a guy secretly chronically obsessed with his ex

#blee dreams #why do they never finish the story

[sunnynwanda]

Wedding date

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“Please, please, can you go with me to my cousin's wedding?" 

Hero'd be lying if they said they didn't like the pleading look on Villain's face. Or the way their voice went up a couple octaves. Hero'd sure prefer the situation to be different. Something related but not limited to the bedroom. Definitely not on top of a moving train that they were trying to stop from getting hijacked. 

And that Villain was, in fact, hijacking. 

"You're joking, right?" Hero manages to block Villain's attack, sending an incredulous look their way. "And if you're not, how is hijacking a train a good way to invite someone to a wedding?” 

“Yeah, sorry 'bout that,” their archnemesis smiles sheepishly, rubbing the back of their neck. “But we don't really meet under better circumstances, do we?”

Villain's justification is true, Hero has to admit it. Nothing surprising there, given that their Villain is the ‘intellectual kind’. That’s what they prefer to be called. Hero’d say “smartass’, but who’s asking. 

“Please help me just this once.” The way they drag their vowels catches Hero off guard. Are they... are they nervous? Now that they are thinking about it, Villain has avoided their gaze throughout the fight. 

“Why?” Hero asks, struggling to hide their curiosity. What started off as another Friday morning with the usual shenanigans of their rival is turning into something fun. “Why do you need me to go with you?”

“Well…” Villain trails off, so distracted that they almost hit their head on the railroad sign that the train’s passing under. Hero barely has time to pull them down to their knees on the train roof, face to face with them.

“Villain, if I'm going to help you,” upon noticing the excited expression on Villain’s face, Hero pauses. “And don't get all hopeful, I said 'if'... but if I’m going to help you, I need to know why I'm doing that.”

“But you're considering it, right?” The look in their eyes is hopeful beyond imagination. Hero nods with a chuckle. 

For some unfathomable reason, this leaves Villain frozen in place, an intense inner conversation evident in their features. Hero waits for several moments before concluding. “We're nearing the station, so you better spill.”

“Ugh, fine.” Before Villain has even uttered anything, Hero knows they’ll do it. The pink staining Villain’s ears is worth all the trouble that might ensue. “My grandma's gonna be there.”

“So?” Hero prompts, not satisfied with the sparse explanation. Their nemesis squeezes their eyes shut, a blush creeping up their exposed neck. Even if Hero was considering mercy, they sure can’t stop now, not when Villain looks like that. “Isn't your grandma a retired supervillain?”

“So, she's been pestering me to date for ages now, and I can't endure that conversation again.” Hero blinks. Then blinks again. They heard that right, didn’t they? 

“Erm… am I correct in assuming you want me to pretend to be your date?” Villain could as well rival a tomato at this point. And would perhaps win in the category of evenness and colour.  

“Yes?” Their voice is small when they speak, eyes unable to land on anything, partly because Hero’s frame is blocking anything else they could look at. Hero laughs lightly, shaking their head with the widest smile possible. Villain looks up, scandalized. “Hey, if you're gonna make fun of me, forget I asked.”

“No, no, I’m sorry,” Hero legitimately panics, shaking their head to indicate they weren’t laughing at Villain. Well, they were, but it was affection more than anything else. “I'll go.”

“Oh uh okay,” Villain’s grin threatens to rip their face in half. Hero can bet theirs is matching. “Then, I'll let you know the date and location?”

“Yeah,” they can’t help but notice the shake in their own voice as Villain gets to their feet, preparing to leave. The train is slowing down.

“And, um,” Villain starts but is distracted by Hero, who’s still kneeling on the train roof. The people at the station can probably see them, but who cares? Definitely not Hero. Villain dips their head to conceal the smile tugging at the corners of their mouth. “Thank you.”

Hero nods, considering something for a moment, before calling out. “Hey, Villain?”

“Mhm?” Villain stops by the edge, looking back over their shoulder.

“It's a date.” Villain is dumbfounded and at a loss for words, so they try to jump off to avoid replying to that statement. Hero can’t help the smirk that spreads on their face when Villain all but falls off the train, graceful as ever. Dancing with this dumbass is going to be fun.

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#writing #creative writing #writeblr #writers on tumblr #villain x hero #hero and villain #hero x villain #heroes and villains #villain #hero #villain and hero #wedding #date #wedding date #fake relationship #is it fake though? #female writers #women writers #might continue this one #sunnynwanda #requests open