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GUYS HELP
I'm trying to find a AKOTSK story about Rhaenyra daughter time travelingâšïž to the Knight of the seven kingdoms era ~~~

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finally someone with a functioning brain
Conrad fans who try to make people believe that their favorite character and their team is the most harassed compared to the Jeremiah / Belly team... Of course... It's hard to accept that you are in a community mainly made up of people who make ultra problematic remarks (misogyny, sexism, homophobia, biphobia, elitism, comments on rape culture, etc.). The character of Jeremiah and that of Belly are so hated by a part of the fandom (most of the time by Bonrad / Conrad stans) that the actors themselves suffer harassment. It's just mind-boggling the proportions that all this takes. But your Manchild is the one who suffers the most hate ? Really ? The joke.
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Most hated boyfriend no he's the most beloved only hated by the delusional stans of old man joe goldberg
Jenny Han created a version of âloveâ that she clearly doesnât understand. She honestly needs therapy, no joke đ
She thinks obsession is love.
Psychopaths âloveâ too.
They adore their object. They treat them like dolls, decide for them what to eat, how to live, think they know better than them.
They know every inch of the adored object, all their habits, and also get aroused just by seeing them. They can even be loyal to this one object and not look at anyone else for years.
Fuck. This is exactly whatâs happening with Conrad â itâs deeply unhealthy and absolutely not sexy. Conrad isnât a âpsycho killer stalkerâ â but he is a controlling obsessive man. And control is not love. Control means âI know better than you, Iâll decide for you.â Real love means âI see you, I respect your choices, I want you to be happy â even if itâs not with me.â
People, do you really not see this??
And it disgusts me that this is being romanticized by the plot
âą Not once during the season did he ask her what she feels, who she wants to be with, whether she still loves him, or whatâs going on with her and Jere.
âą He firmly believes that he gave her to his brother (that alone is a red flag), instead of accepting that she made her own choice.
âą He just wants her like a psycho who is obsessed with her and has been stagnating for 4 years.
âą He constantly decides for her, never respecting her choices, and even thinking of her as âridiculousâ for choosing Jere and especially for forgiving him. He really decides whatâs better for her and itâs disturbing
Love.exe - Satoru Gojo
âą Summary: after rejecting your nerdy ass roommate for the hundredth time, you thought heâd bounce back like he always did. But when a new girl enters your group project, you start to realize heâs changing â softening, opening up, and maybe even falling in love again⊠just not with you.
âą Pairing: platonic nerdjo x fem!reader
âą Tags: modern au, angst, slow burn, hurt/no comfort, roommates to lovers (with twist), love triangle, nerdjo, toxic arguments, sassy reader, rejection, love confession, first kiss, a lot of regret.
âą wc: 4.6k
âą Note: idk how to contiune from now on i'm so cooked...
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the next time you saw him in the library two days later, yuna was there too, laughing softly at something heâd said, sitting close enough their elbows touched when they wrote in their notebooks.
satoru didnât lean away.
he didnât really smile either â not in the way he used to when it was you saying something â but he didnât look uncomfortable this time. if anything, he looked⊠tired. and quietly grateful for the attention.
you told yourself you were imagining the hollow in your chest. that it didnât matter who he let sit close.
but the truth settled in your stomach like a stone:
youâd seen him care. youâd pushed him away.
and you werenât sure you wanted him looking at anyone else like that.
you didnât mean to stare. it was just that yunaâs laugh was too loud for the library â high and bright, like she didnât care about the dirty looks from the next table. satoru had that faint half-smile he wore when he wasnât quite sure how to respond, but he didnât shift away when her arm brushed his again.
you dropped your gaze to your laptop screen, scrolling through your notes like you were searching for something. but the words blurred, replaced by the memory of his voice from two nights ago: i like you.
he hadnât said it like a joke. not like you always did.
âhey,â yunaâs voice broke through your thoughts. âyou have the lab results from last week, right?â
you handed them over without looking up. satoru was leaning slightly toward her now, peering at the page in her hand. his hair fell into his eyes, and she reached up â without hesitation â to push it back.
he blinked at her touch, then murmured thanks. you forced your eyes back to the glowing white of your screen before you could read his expression.
by the end of the session, you were packing your bag slower than usual, just to avoid walking with them. but when you stepped outside, there they were a few paces ahead â yuna talking animatedly, satoru listening with that patient tilt of his head.
he didnât notice you. or maybe he did, but didnât know what to do with the space between you.
you went the long way home.
friday night, you found yourself in the kitchen making tea when he came in, hair damp from a shower, glasses fogged.
âhey,â you said, because ignoring him felt worse.
he nodded, opening the fridge. âhey.â
silence settled, heavier than it used to be.
âyou and yuna seem⊠close,â you said finally, aiming for casual.
he glanced over, one brow faintly raised. âsheâs easy to talk to.â
you wanted to say i used to be easy to talk to. but instead you sipped your tea and shrugged. âif you say so.â
he hesitated, like he might say more, then just grabbed a bottle of water and left.
later, you lay in bed staring at the ceiling, thinking about how his shoulders had looked broader in that hoodie. about the little frown line between his brows when heâd looked at you, like he was still carrying that night on the street with him.
and for the first time, you wondered what it would be like if he didnât look at you that way anymore.
by the time monday rolled around, the three of you were deep into the mid-project grind. your table in the library had an unspoken seating chart now â yuna on one side, satoru next to her, you across from them both.
it wasnât like heâd chosen it. he just⊠didnât move when she sat down first.
sheâd lean into his space without thinking, pointing at a chart in his notebook, handwriting brushing his arm, hair falling across his page. and heâd shift a little â enough to read properly â but never enough to pull away.
it wasnât romantic. not yet. but you could feel it brewing in that quiet, steady way satoru did everything.
âyour variables are mislabeled,â you said, tapping your pen on yunaâs page.
âoh,â she said with a sheepish grin. âthanks. i always mix those two up.â
satoru leaned over to look. âyou swapped them in the dataset too,â he murmured. his voice had that same softness it used to have when he was explaining something to you.
you forced your eyes down to your own notes before you could read too much into it.
living with him now was⊠strange.
youâd hear him laugh at something yuna texted him while he was on the couch, or see him sitting at the counter with his head bent over his phone, hoodie bunched up around his neck.
he wasnât avoiding you exactly. heâd still ask if you wanted coffee when he made his, still remind you if there was a bill due. but there was a new caution in the way he spoke to you â like he was afraid of saying the wrong thing.
and maybe youâd started talking to him less, because you didnât want to hear about her.
the turning point â for you, anyway â came on a thursday night. the three of you were leaving the library again, already finalized your data before the weekend, when the storm hit.
yuna squeaked, clutching her bag like it would dissolve, and satoru â without missing a beat â tugged his hoodie off and draped it over her head.
âhere,â he mumbled, pulling the hood down so it covered her hair. his glasses were already speckled with drops, his t-shirt clinging slightly to his shoulders.
you blinked at them, the two of them moving together under the same patch of fabric, while the rain hit your face in cold, relentless sheets.
âwe should run!â you shouted over the downpour.
satoru glanced back at you, hesitating for a fraction of a second before nodding. âyeah â letâs go!â
but when you did, his stride matched yunaâs, his arm still half-curved around her as you trailed a few paces behind.
by the time you reached the dorms, your hair was plastered to your head, and your shoes made that awful squelch against the tile.
satoru shook his head like a wet dog, pushing his glasses up his nose. yuna was laughing, brushing water off her sleeves, still holding his hoodie like it was something precious.
âthanks, satoru,â she said with a warm smile.
he ducked his head, ears pink. âitâs fine. youâd have been soaked."
you glanced down at yourself pointedly â drenched sweater, jeans dark with water â but didnât say anything.
when you and satoru finally made it back to your shared dorm, yuna having peeled off toward her building, the silence was almost louder than the rain outside.
he dumped his bag by the couch, pushing damp hair back from his forehead. âwant the shower first?â
you kicked off your soaked shoes. ânah. go ahead, hero.â
his brows knit faintly. âwhat?â
ânothing,â you said quickly, hanging your jacket to drip in the bathroom.
when he came out fifteen minutes later, hair fluffy and a loose sweatshirt hanging off one shoulder, you were curled on the couch with a mug of tea. the steam fogged your glasses a little when you looked up.
âare you mad at me?â he asked finally, toweling at his hair.
you snorted. âwhy would i be mad? just because you played knight-in-shining-polyester for yuna and left me to drown?â
he blinked, mouth opening, then closing again. ââŠi didnât think you needed it.â
you arched a brow. âoh, right. i forgot iâm invincible.â
he shifted awkwardly, looking at the floor. âyou⊠kinda are.â
you stared at him. âiâm sorryâwhat?â
he froze mid-towel, like maybe heâd said something wrong but wasnât entirely sure what it was yet. âi just meant⊠you donât need me to protect you.â
the laugh that came out of you was sharp, humorless. âwow. thatâs⊠something.â
satoruâs brows furrowed behind his glasses. âitâs notââ
âyou really think you get to decide that? that youâre allowed to run around playing hero for other people but not me because⊠what? youâve decided iâm invincible?â
âi didnât meanââ
âor is it just yuna you think is worth the effort?â the words came out before you could stop them, and the instant they hit the air, his whole posture changed.
he set the towel down slowly. âthatâs not fair.â
âoh, iâm sorry, are we doing fair now? because it sure didnât feel fair walking back in the rain while you were busy making sure she stayed nice and dryââ
âi was justââ he cut himself off, jaw tightening. for once, he wasnât fumbling for a dozen polite qualifiers. âi was just trying to help. thatâs all.â
âfunny how âhelpâ looks a lot like favoritism.â
something flickered behind his eyes â frustration, maybe. âyouâre twisting it. you⊠you make it sound like i donât care about you.â
you crossed your arms. âdo you?"
the room went still. rain hissed against the window, a slow, steady rhythm. his mouth opened like he was about to answer â really answer â but then he shut it again, looking away.
that, somehow, hurt worse than anything else.
âright,â you said quietly. âthanks for clearing that up.â
âi didnâtââ his voice caught, and when he tried again it was sharper. âyou always do this.â
you blinked. âdo what?â
âturn everything i say into a fight. like iâmââ his hand moved in some vague, helpless gesture, like he couldnât find the words fast enough. âlike iâm trying to hurt you when iâm not. i donât know what you want from me.â
the answer â the real one â hovered at the tip of your tongue, but you swallowed it down, replacing it with a scoff. âmaybe i just want a roommate who doesnât make me feel like an afterthought.â
for a second, you thought heâd come back at you, push the argument further. but then his shoulders slumped, his gaze dropping to the carpet.
âguess i canât give you that,â he said quietly.
the air between you thickened â heavy, humid, suffocating â but you werenât ready to let it drop.
âthen what can you give me, satoru?â the sarcasm was sharp, but your voice cracked halfway through, and you hated that he probably heard it. âbecause right now itâs not much. unless you count awkward silences and watching you bend over backward for someone you barely know.â
his hands clenched at his sides. âyou think iâmâ what, choosing her over you?â
âyou literally did that tonight.â
âi was just trying toââ
âdonât say âhelpâ again,â you snapped, stepping closer. âdonât pretend itâs just that when youâve been looking at her like sheâsââ
âstop it,â he cut in, and it was the first time youâd ever heard his voice sound that sharp. it didnât suit him, but it landed like a punch. âyou donât get to tell me what i feel.â
âthen tell me!â your chest rose and fell too fast. âtell me you donât like her. tell me iâm wrong.â
he stared at you, and his silence was the answer youâd been dreading.
something in you went cold. âwow. guess thatâs all i needed to know.â
you turned to walk away, but his voice followed, tighter, more urgent. âitâs not like i planned it! i didnâtââ
that laugh â bitter and humorless â ripped out of you again. âof course not. feelings just happen, right? you justâ oops, i fell for my project partner, who just happens to need rescuing every five minutes.â
âyou make it sound like iâm some⊠lovesick idiotââ
âif the shoe fits.â
thatâs when he snapped.
âi wouldnât even be in this mess if it werenât for you,â he said, the words tumbling out too fast, too raw. âyou think itâs fun? being stuck in the same apartment as you while you push me away over and over? iââ he cut himself off, dragging a hand through his hair, looking almost frantic. âi tried. i tried to like you less, to get over it, but youâ you never made it easy. and nowââ
your heart stumbled. âwait. what did you justââ
âforget it,â he muttered, but his voice cracked at the edges. âdoesnât matter. youâve made it clear what you think of me. iâm just the nerdy roommate with noodle arms who should stick to people like yuna.â
the sting of his words â of your own words coming back twisted â hit before you could think. your hand moved before your brain caught up.
the sound of the slap was loud in the tiny space.
he didnât touch his cheek. just stared at you, wide-eyed, breathing hard.
for a long second, neither of you moved. the rain outside sounded like static.
âi canât do this right now,â you said, voice shaking. âi canât even look at you.â
and you grabbed your jacket, even though it was still damp from earlier, and walked out into the hallway.
the door clicked shut behind you, but you still heard him call after you, low and bitter:
âgo ahead. run away. youâre good at that.â
you didnât look back. not even when your vision blurred and the elevator doors closed in front of you.
the rain had stopped by the time you made it outside, but the air was still damp, the kind that clung to your skin and made the night smell like wet concrete. you didnât have a destination â just needed distance. anywhere but the four walls that felt too small, too heavy with his voice still ringing inside your head.
you walked until the city lights blurred into a quiet stretch of side streets, until your phone buzzed twice in your pocket and you ignored it both times. satoruâs name on the screen mightâve tipped you over the edge.
back in the dorm, he sat on the couch exactly where youâd left him. the tv was on but muted, the flickering blue light casting soft shadows over his face. his glasses had slipped halfway down his nose, but he didnât fix them. didnât move much at all. just stared at the blank space in front of him like maybe if he focused hard enough, the fight would play out differently in his head.
the towel from earlier was still draped over the back of the couch. he pulled it into his lap, fingers worrying the edge until the threads frayed.
you didnât come back that night.
he didnât sleep much, either. kept glancing at the door every time the elevator dinged down the hall. when the morning light finally pushed through the blinds, he was still there, hoodie pulled tight around him like armor.
when you finally returned â sometime after eight â the silence that met you was worse than shouting. he was in his room, door half-closed, headphones in. you thought about knocking. you didnât.
the next few days slid by in fragments:
you in the kitchen making coffee while he grabbed his keys without a word, him hunched over his laptop at the dining table typing furiously, you both on opposite ends of the couch during a late project meeting with yuna, talking only when absolutely necessary.
yuna noticed, of course. she kept glancing between you two during meetings, her brows knitting like she was piecing together a puzzle she didnât have all the corners for. she didnât say anything â but her eyes lingered a little longer on satoru each time, like she was testing the waters.
it shouldnât have bothered you.
by the fourth night, the tension had calcified into a kind of unspoken truce â you didnât bring up the fight, he didnât either. but the dorm felt different now. smaller. like every movement was a negotiation.
you caught him once, in the kitchen, making tea. his back was to you, and you saw the slope of his shoulders, the way his hoodie hung a little loose, the faint muscle line in his forearms when he reached for a mug.
for half a second, you thought about apologizing. the words were right there â but then he turned, caught your gaze, and whatever softness had started to form in your chest burned away under the weight of his quiet, guarded look.
you mumbled something about needing your charger and retreated to your room.
neither of you slept much that night.
it was yunaâs idea.
âyour place is closer to campus,â she said during your group meeting in the library, smiling like it was already decided. âwe can work late without worrying about the last bus.â
you hesitated, glancing at satoru. his eyes flicked up from his laptop for a second, then dropped back down. he didnât object.
so thatâs how you ended up with the three of you squeezed into the living room that night, laptops open, textbooks spread across the coffee table. the lamp in the corner cast a warm pool of light, but the rest of the room was dim, shadows stretching along the walls.
yuna sat beside satoru on the couch, her knee brushing his every now and then. he didnât flinch â but you caught the faint, distracted smile he wore when she leaned over to point something out on his screen.
it shouldnât have bothered you.
you sat cross-legged on the floor, half-facing them, your own laptop balanced on your knees. every click of her keyboard felt too loud. every time she laughed â soft and light â you noticed the way he looked at her, even if it was just for a heartbeat.
you hated how much you noticed.
two hours in, you excused yourself to get water, mostly just to get some air that didnât feel heavy with whatever was going on between them. when you came back, satoruâs hoodie was draped over the back of the couch, his t-shirt sleeves pushed up. he was leaning closer to yuna, explaining something, and you could see the faint muscle line in his arm as he gestured.
your mouth was dry, and not from thirst.
the session dragged past midnight. eventually, yuna packed up, thanking you both with that easy smile of hers before heading out into the quiet hallway. the door clicked shut behind her, leaving you and satoru alone in the dimly lit living room.
he was packing up his own laptop when he said it.
âyou know⊠you kinda are.â
you froze. ââŠi kinda am what?â
âjealous.â he said it like heâd been thinking it for a while, like the word had been sitting on his tongue just waiting for a crack in the air to slip through.
the irritation flared before you could stop it. âexcuse me?â
his gaze lifted, steadier than usual. âi see how you look at me when sheâs here.â
âthatâs rich, coming from you.â you set your laptop down a little harder than necessary. âdo you seriously think iââ
âitâs not a bad thing,â he cut in, but there was a tightness to his voice. âjust⊠wish youâd admit it.â
you stared at him, heat climbing your neck. âwow. so now youâre reading my mind?â
he didnât back down. âno. iâm justââ
and maybe it was the hour, or the lingering fight, or the way he was watching you now â but something in you snapped. âyouâre just what, satoru? going to tell me again how much you like her? how i should be okay with it? how i should just sit here in our apartment and watch you fall for someone else?â
the air between you was too tight, too still. he stepped forward, and for once, didnât look away.
âi like you,â he said, and his voice was awkward, a little shaky â but the words landed heavy all the same. âi have since the start. but you keepââ
âstop,â you cut in with a bitter laugh, because the only way to keep from choking on it was to make it a joke. âyou donât mean that.â
âi do.â
âsure you do.â you shook your head, forcing the sarcasm into your tone. âgood one, satoru. but iâm not falling for some late-night confession just because youâre feeling lonely.â
something in his expression faltered. the space between you felt colder.
he didnât argue. just nodded once, like that was all he needed to hear, and started gathering the rest of his things.
when he walked past you toward his room, you caught the slope of his shoulders â lower than usual, hoodie hanging loose in his grip. you didnât hear his door close, but you knew it did.
the guilt sat heavy.
it didnât go away the next morning, or the morning after that. it clung to you during lectures, followed you into the kitchen when you made coffee, waited for you in the quiet hallways of the dorm.
you told yourself it wasnât a big deal. heâd move on. he always did. youâd fight, heâd sulk, and things would go back to normal. thatâs how it worked with satoru.
except this time, it didnât.
he wasnât sulking â not in the usual sense. he wasnât shutting down completely or avoiding you. he was⊠quieter. less clumsy about filling the silence with awkward jokes or nervous chatter. and when he did speak, his words didnât aim at you anymore.
the first time you noticed it was during another project session. yuna had brought snacks, spilling a pile of chips and candy onto the table with a laugh. normally, satoru wouldâve looked at you for approval, some unspoken commentary about the sugar haul. but this time, he only smiled faintly at yuna, a barely-there quirk of his mouth.
you felt your stomach dip.
he still wasnât smooth about it â his hand knocked over a soda can in the process, nearly soaking his notes, and his ears burned red as yuna scrambled to help him clean it up. but he didnât glance your way once, didnât wait for you to roll your eyes at him.
it was small. so small you almost convinced yourself you imagined it.
but then there were more.
the way he held the door for her when the three of you left campus late one evening, shoving his hands into his hoodie pocket after like it was no big deal. the way he bent his head slightly when she laughed too loudly, like he was trying to catch it, memorize it. the way he listened â really listened â when she explained her ideas, his pencil scratching quick notes even after she stopped talking.
heâd never been that subtle with you. his attention used to come loud, clumsy, impossible to miss. now it was⊠careful. almost tentative.
and you hated how easily you noticed.
back at the dorm, the silence between you both changed texture. not brittle anymore, not sharp like it had been after the fight. now it was heavy, dragging. youâd catch him sitting at the table with his laptop open, his expression oddly thoughtful, only for him to snap upright when you walked in.
one night, you came home late to find him asleep on the couch, glasses crooked, yunaâs pen still tucked behind his ear from earlier. you stood there too long, watching the faint rise and fall of his chest, the way his hoodie sleeves were shoved halfway up his arms.
you hated the ache that crawled up your throat.
and for the first time, it hit you â really hit you â that maybe he wasnât yours to reject anymore.
you told yourself it was nothing. just a phase. just him trying to move on from the fight.
until the night you walked into the library a few minutes late, and froze at the sight of them.
satoru was leaning across the table toward yuna, voice low. she was smiling, tucking her hair behind her ear in that absent way she did.
ââŠi just⊠i really like working with you,â he said, words stumbling over themselves. ânot just for the project, i meanâlike, in general. i⊠i like being around you.â
you couldnât move. couldnât breathe.
yuna blinked at him, startled, then softened. âthatâs sweet, satoru.â
he ducked his head, shoving his pencil behind his ear. his fingers fidgeted with the edge of his notebook. âyeah. just⊠thought i should say it.â
it wasnât a full confession. not quite. but it was more than heâd ever given anyone else â more than heâd ever given you.
and when yuna smiled at him again, you knew.
he wasnât pretending anymore.
you shouldâve looked away. shouldâve faked a phone call, circled back out the doors, anything but standing there frozen with your stomach sinking like stone.
but you didnât. you couldnât.
satoru shifted in his seat, leg bouncing under the table. his usual stammer was there, but softer, like he wasnât hiding behind it anymore. like he was pushing through it.
âi know iâm⊠not exactly, um⊠smooth. or cool. or anything like that,â he muttered, his hand tightening around his pencil. âbut i⊠i think youâre amazing, yuna. youâre smart, and funny, andââ he stopped, breathed, pushed forward again, âand when you talk, itâs like i actually want to listen. like i donât want to miss anything.â
yuna blinked at him, her cheeks warming. âsatoruâŠâ
he laughed under his breath, the sound nervous but real. âiâm probably making this awkward, huh? sorry. i justââ his hand lifted halfway, then dropped. âi like you. i really like you.â
the air between them changed â thick, quiet, electric in a way you hadnât felt from him in a long time. not with you.
yunaâs lips parted, slow, hesitant. then her smile softened, and she reached across the table, her fingers brushing his wrist. âyouâre not awkward. not to me.â
satoru froze, staring down at her touch like it was something fragile he wasnât supposed to hold. his ears burned scarlet, his chest rising with a shaky inhale.
and then she leaned in, closing the distance.
it wasnât long, wasnât heavy â just the press of her lips against his, light and certain. but the way his eyes fluttered shut, the way his hand clenched into a fist on the table to steady himself â it was enough. more than enough.
your heart pounded so loud you were sure theyâd hear it.
when they pulled back, satoruâs glasses had slid down his nose, his face pink all the way to his neck. but his smile â small, stunned, disbelieving â was unlike anything youâd seen before.
ââŠwow,â he whispered, blinking like he was afraid heâd dreamt it.
yuna laughed softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. âwow,â she echoed, eyes shining.
you stood there another second too long before slipping into a chair across the room, pretending to rifle through your notes. pretending you hadnât seen. pretending you werenât unraveling from the inside out.
satoru didnât even notice you come in.
and maybe, along the way, you already fell for satoru.
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It's so fascinating and interesting to learn the history about all the other magical schools!!!
They could have also make something about the Tom Riddle era or Marauders era if they wanted...
They really didn't have to remake the movies and turned it into a series....đ
The Devil's Bride
Aurora Jaeger, Eren's long-lost childhood friend, was taken from him when they were children. After years of suffering under Marleyan control, Aurora is reunited with Eren while heâs undercover in Marley, igniting a bond neither of them expected. Despite her gentle nature, Aurora breaks her vow of pacifism to save Erenâs life, solidifying their deep connection. Secretly married before the Raid on Liberio, Aurora is swept into Eren's world of chaos and destruction. As the Scouts learn of her existence, tensions rise on the airship home. Mikasaâs heart shatters, and Levi demands answers. And Eren will stop at nothing to protect the only light left in his dark worldâhis bride, Aurora.
In this journey of love, loyalty, and war, Aurora must reconcile her innocent heart with the brutal reality of the man she loves, while Eren faces the truth of what heâs become. (Eren x OC)
Chapter Fifty Seven
A/N: OST for this chapter is âCall of Silenceâ.
Oh my God I got chills... Great writing!!!
I don't know but I feel like Eren DIDN'T want to look for another solution he just wanted to whip out everything..
Aurora don't you dare start crying and feeling guilty..
If we are thinking logical and not emotional the rumbling shouldn't have happened..
I feel bad about all the other women, children, kids, babies and animals that died and burned alive because Eren wanted to whip out everything and Aurora wanted to be a mother...
I don't know.. But I still feel like Zeke's plan was the most "logical" one. The funny thing is that they called him a monster when what they did... They deserve that title they really are the devils.
Fuck this film. Do not fall for them bringing Stu back. They did that specifically to bring viewers back after firing their main actress and protagonist.
People's lives are more important than your desire for entertainment.
Standing up against genocide is more important than your desire for entertainment.

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The Devil's Bride
Aurora Jaeger, Eren's long-lost childhood friend, was taken from him when they were children. After years of suffering under Marleyan control, Aurora is reunited with Eren while heâs undercover in Marley, igniting a bond neither of them expected. Despite her gentle nature, Aurora breaks her vow of pacifism to save Erenâs life, solidifying their deep connection. Secretly married before the Raid on Liberio, Aurora is swept into Eren's world of chaos and destruction. As the Scouts learn of her existence, tensions rise on the airship home. Mikasaâs heart shatters, and Levi demands answers. And Eren will stop at nothing to protect the only light left in his dark worldâhis bride, Aurora.
In this journey of love, loyalty, and war, Aurora must reconcile her innocent heart with the brutal reality of the man she loves, while Eren faces the truth of what heâs become. (Eren x OC)
Chapter Fifty Four
A/N: OSTs for this chapter are âThe Warriorsâ, âGuilty Heroâ, and âThe Successorâ.
I'm sorry but I can't wrap my head around Eren and Aurora.. They are ALSO monsters and what THEY have unleash is even worse than what Zekes plan was.
Aurora is okay with letting 80% innocent family's, women,children, babies, pregnant women die in the name of "love" and her own selfish reasons (and she has the nerve to call Zeke a monster đ€Łđ)
Yayy way to go Aurorađźâđšđ
I'm just curious to see how all of this is going to turn out, because If they go with they're plan and destroy 80% of humanity (including animals) I really want to see her die of guilt because I can't believe she is giving us ALL this speech and then go and do this monstrous thing.đ€šđ
The Devil's Bride
Aurora Jaeger, Eren's long-lost childhood friend, was taken from him when they were children. After years of suffering under Marleyan control, Aurora is reunited with Eren while heâs undercover in Marley, igniting a bond neither of them expected. Despite her gentle nature, Aurora breaks her vow of pacifism to save Erenâs life, solidifying their deep connection. Secretly married before the Raid on Liberio, Aurora is swept into Eren's world of chaos and destruction. As the Scouts learn of her existence, tensions rise on the airship home. Mikasaâs heart shatters, and Levi demands answers. And Eren will stop at nothing to protect the only light left in his dark worldâhis bride, Aurora.
In this journey of love, loyalty, and war, Aurora must reconcile her innocent heart with the brutal reality of the man she loves, while Eren faces the truth of what heâs become. (Eren x OC)
Chapter Fifty Three
A/N: OST for this chapter is âAll of The Freedomsâ
I'm sorry but I'm confused... Eren is about to kill 80% of the population how is that fair Aurora? She says she doesn't want more bloodshed and is angry with Zeke for what he is doing, but what about Eren and what HE is going to do?đ€
She goes and preaches about Zeke but she has no problem for what Eren is about to do... I'm sorry but she is a hypocrite đ
She ALSO doesn't care about anyone but her own.. So i can't take her "side" (they're is no right side), whatever she is saying and truth is everyone is fighting for they're own gain. (As they should)
If you think with a clear head without being biased the only one who is "close" (kinda) and is fighting for the bigger picture is Zeke... He's ways are twisted (as everyone's) but he is the only "natural" one.
Because he doesn't have anyone or close bonds with anyone.
He is alone.