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A villain does not have a happy ending. They cause trouble for the heroes, they get punished, and they die.
There is no sympathy for the villain, all that awaits them is a cold and empty grave.
Which is why, after Vil Schoenheit relived the memories of his past life, he was absolutely livid. Why? Because he was the villain of the hit BL game, Twisted Loverland! The crazy fiance of Prince Leona! The monster boss to Rook! The bully of Cater! The ruiner-of-lives to Trey! The murderer of Idia's little brother, and...
Well, Vil had never played Malleus' route in his past life, but he was sure he had screwed the guy over somehow.
But that's okay! All he had to do was break off his engagement with Leona, curry favor with Rook, not harass Cater, avoid Trey, not kill Idia's brother, and...
Well, he still had no idea what to do with Malleus, but he'd work that out later.
Except... Leona won't cancel the engagement, Rook was obsessed with him, Cater and Trey keep on asking him to be their third, Idia's brother keeps on trying to set them up, and...
Malleus... Was... There? Somehow?
(AKA, A Villianess isekai AU)
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- Part 1 of Sympathy for the Villain-Verse
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22 Feb 2026
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was and still obsessed with ts :face_holding_back_tears:
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Growing frustrated by the constant jabs he receives at the hands of Susie for his lack of romantic conquests, Berdly maybe possibly tells a teensy tiny, itty-bitty, completely unimportant really, white lie. And maybe possibly drags his rival into it.
…He’s really gotten the two of them in a pickle, hasn’t he?
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- Part 3 of jayyoshii loses her marbles over nblm deltarune yaoi (colorized)
- Part 1 of That Handsome Devil
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”Please, fuck me until I have your babies growing inside me.”
It was something she had been telling Sebastian from pretty much the first time they had met — more or less seriously — and he had never thought much of it. Yet now, in that lust-hazed moment of possessiveness, he found himself really dwelling on the statement.
”Miss Sutcliff,” he whispered, lips brushing against her earlobe, ”What if I told you I could make that happen?”
And thus begins a story of an unnatural, unnerving, and ultimately; a very unfortunate pregnancy.