Dr Seuss style horror by DrFaustusAU
BNHA literally starts with an ass shot of a woman.
Mt. Lady does get her cool moments later on, but she’s a seriously minor character and I frankly wouldn’t be surprised if she dies. And she’s far from being the only female character who is egregiously sexualized.
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Krisho + Suyeol fic
Not all fairy tales are as they seem.
One of the kingdom’s knight, Park Chanyeol, was given the task of rescuing the Kim Kingdom’s prince from the abandoned castle that lied beyond the walls of the kingdom, in the wilderness. Upon the prince’s eighth birthday, a black dragon had stolen the prince away, taking him to the dragon’s castle and dared any knight that was brave enough to try and rescue him. Throughout the last twelve years, each knight that ventured off to try and rescue Prince Junmyeon was roasted by the dragon.
Prince Junmyeon’s step-mother has tried throughout the years to rescue her step-son, for him to take reign over the kingdom after her late husband’s death. All attempts have been in vain.
Chanyeol fears that he might die in the adventure as well but is determined to try and save the prince. But once he steps foot into the abandoned castle, he learns that the prince isn’t being held against his own will. The black dragon is his protection, and his lover.
F!Reader x Suho
Genre: CEO/Yandere AU
Warning: Medicine, Anxiety, Abuse
Words: 1.8K
Chapters:
One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six (Coming Soon)
Prompt: After surviving a devastating car accident you awoke with amnesia, no memory of who you were, and the only connection to your past was your husband, Suho. The CEO of the biggest pharmaceutical company in the world, who loved you to the ends of the universe, even if you didn’t remember him. You knew his love was true, cause even if you couldn’t remember, you felt your love for him in your heart. Three years later you’re as happy as you can be with him, but there’s just something that’s not right, and you’re no so sure you can figure out what.
You didn’t notice the tears until they hit the pages of the journal. A feeling of hope was blooming inside you, the hope that you’d actually get out of this house and be free. Your fingers traced over his handwriting, somewhat afraid you were hallucinating, but seeing a bit of ink smudge, you could let yourself have hope. Now it felt like you were actually getting somewhere, and that you actually had a chance to live.
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autumn balor 🍂