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so sick of you (chapter 4)
series summary: you and natasha have ended your relationship due to her cheating on you. it's been 5 years now. what happens when you bump into her at a bar on your birthday?
warnings: some swearing, light make-out sessions but otherwise none
a/n: took me 4 months to write this, progress?
day one in italy. it was like you could smell the pizza in the air as you walked out of the plane.
“are you ready to get this party started” wanda exclaims.
crazy how this girl was dead asleep not even 10 minutes ago and now she has the most energy.
i didn’t answer her however, looking for the girl who was on the plane with me.
“bitch i know you did not just leave me on heard!”
“hm?” i say looking at her
she rolls her eyes and repeats “i saidddd, are you ready to get this party started”
i grin at her, trying to forget the thoughts of the girl on the plane. i still never got her name.
we start walking out of the airport with our bags in hand. we (or well wanda) had ordered a scheduled taxi before the flight so we didn’t need to wait to call one. we head into the car to our hotel. looking at the view from the car i could just cry from seeing the view. my thoughts about natasha had faded from my mind. my thoughts were all on the plane girl and italy. i mean what better thoughts could i have?
once we reached the hotel we spent some time just hanging out there before deciding to start getting ready for some dinner wanda planned.
“girl i dont know about you but i’m just hoping to get fucked, it’s been too long since i’ve done it. your girl has needs.”
i laugh at wanda, she’s always got some out of pocket thing to say.
“girl same”
“don’t lie to me, i’m your best friend i know someone caught your eye on that plane, what’s her name”
i give her a look
“so you were awake! omg i hate you!”
“i love to sleep but mate i needed some entertainment and you being a fumbling mess was the best.”
“i hate you”
“remember the person who planned this trip” wanda reminds.
i roll my eyes and continue to get ready. i end up wearing a mini skirt and a cropped baby tee that says “i love italy” because of course you need one.
after eating dinner we head to a bar. we decided to just get a couple drinks the two of us and talk.
“yeah, and you know what that asshole steve did—”
she gets cut off by my phone ringing
“sorry!” i say
checking my phone i see “unknown number” flashed on the screen. i pick up anyways
“hello?”
“hey! plane girl!”
“hey! how come you’re calling me?”
“turn around” she says through the phone
i turn and see the brunette. her hair down in waves. wearing a button up half open with a loosely done tie and a black mini skirt. her glasses substituted with most likely contacts.
“how come you’re here? did you miss me that much?” i say
“no silly, you told me on the plane you were coming here after eating”
wanda looks at me with a stinky eye
i look back apologetically (even though i wasn’t sorry one bit)
“but how come you came?” i say
“i mean why not. when you do come you’re gonna need a name to scream right? and i don’t think i want to hear you screaming plane girl as entertaining as it sounds”
i laugh.
“well this is wanda, and she’s awake now, we were just talking but i don’t think she’ll mind if we leave for a few mins” i say also asking wanda
wanda looks away for a second not meeting my gaze.
“yeah go ahead, have the sex before me i guess” she says grumpily, with a hint of sadness in her eyes
why was she sad?
“bye!” i shout
i see from the corner of my eye wanda walking up to the bar to talk to some other girl. go her i guess.
“so! plane girl, what is your actual name”
“madison, but people call me maddie most of the time”
“pretty name, it suits you,”
“thank you baby. do you wanna get a couple drinks”
“sure, margaritas for me please!”
“wow cute”
“i’ll take the same as her please” she says to the bartender as i order my drink.
from the corner of my eye i see wanda leaving but i don’t go not wanting to leave maddie in this moment.
we continue to talk before deciding that it was getting late. it was around 2am when maddie and i get into the car. there’s music playing the background.
i feel maddies arm brush my thigh and it sends shivers up my spine. my body starts to warm up. we are still talking until she realizes my shiver. she looks at me eyeing my lips and my eyes. before anything else could happen she kisses me. our lips intertwine and we kiss like theres no tomorrow. she leans towards my neck and leaves a couple kisses there. by the end of it we are both breathing heavily. we reach my hotel and i step out of the car, thanking the driver. i kiss maddie one more time before getting out of the car.
“thanks for tonight” i say
“goodnight baby” she says before having the taxi driver drive.
i walk up into the hotel and get in the elevator taking out my key. it was silent in the room. wanda already snuggled up into our bed. i go to take my makeup off and see lipstick marks all over my lips and neck. i take a photo before taking my make up off.
i change into my pjs and slip into our bed before sending a text to maddie
attachement one photo
nice art maybe you should frame it?
i send to her, along with the photo of the lipstick stains.
“haha, goodnight angel see u soon ;)” she texts back.
i switch my phone off putting it on charge slowly starting to fall asleep.
i heard a faint sigh from wanda but i didn’t think much of it before falling asleep.
a/n: chapter 4 donee (ops on maddie??)
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Learn to like bugs
Tips by someone who went from a bug hater to an entomology enthusiast
Learn more about arthropods - Being afraid of the unknown is a natural defence mechanism. This is luckily easily beat by learning! Insects, spiders and other tiny friends are very different from us and it makes our mammal brains struggle a little to understand. But that makes them more fascinating! Little creatures are so valuable and smart and social and you can learn all about it
Name and talk to the insects/spiders that you meet - You might feel ridiculous at first but this one really helps. It shifts the idea from "scary creature" to "just a little guy"
Hang out with people who love bugs - Passion and joy is infectious and nothing made me appreciate bugs as much as hanging out with entomologists
Visit exhibitions and join entomology walks - The whole vibe of these experiences makes bugs into something exciting (which they are!)
Be aware of how much space you take - You are a large mammal and you take up a lot of space both physically and with the way you live. Now it's okay to occupy space! You deserve to live and move freely and take up a piece of the world! But also realise that you take up space you don't use. The corners under the ceiling, sheds and storage spaces. Sometimes it's okay to leave this space to other, smaller roommates.
Exposure therapy - Let an insect walk on your hand. You'll find out it's fine. Start with something that doesn't scare you much and you can work your way up to scarier things. (Make sure it's safe to do so based on species and where you're from) For me the most difficult so far was a palm sized stag-beetle larva and it was fine! I didn't enjoy it but it felt really good to beat that fear
Many spiders pay rent - Spiders are a great pest control! I do recommend to check whether the spider isn't venomous but otherwise it's great to keep them around
Dangerous animals deserve to live - You should be careful and deal with these dangerous roommate appropriately. Sometimes this will mean you have to kill them but NEVER be cruel about it. You wouldn't hate a person for carrying pepper spray in dangerous areas, don't hate little friends for having defence systems
I know things like this can be difficult and you might not feel the need to even try but I promise it's worth it. It's just another part of our world to fall in love with. Just because you are big doesn't mean the small are unimportant.
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Part four
“We need to talk about what happened earlier in your shift today,” the director of medical staff, Dr. O’Driscoll, said after a long moment of staring at your file with scrutinizing eyes.
Medical school was hard, landing a residency was hard, trying to get people to take you seriously as a young doctor was even harder.
You nodded, not wanting to speak yet as you thought of the shit that went down today.
“I can explain,” you said as the attending you had been working under in the Emergency room, Dr. Hart, let out a scoff.
“Explain please,” Dr. O’Driscoll urged impatiently, upset that he had to come in early to clean up this mess.
“I was assigned to the patient in room twenty three. She was complaining of chest pain and it was discovered in triage that she has elevated blood pressure and heart rate so I went to examine the patient and ordered an EKG some labs rule out a heart attack-“
“Cut to the chase,” Dr. Hart snapped.
Dr. O’Driscoll nodded for you to continue.
You took a deep breath. “So, I went in to the see the patient and do what I just said and when I went to listen to her breath sounds she grabbed me.”
“She grabbed you?” Dr. O’Driscoll asked with a raised brow.
“Yes sir. She grabbed me and started screaming,” you said shakily, remembering how it had felt in the moment before you were finally out of her grasp.
She kept screaming that you didn’t deserve Eddie, but you weren’t going to willingly share that information with the people before you.
“Am I really being called in here to discuss this? Being assaulted by a patient does not warrant demanding a meeting with me, Dr. Hart, and it surely doesn’t warrant you demanding I call our legal department,” Dr. O’Driscoll said firmly, turning red in his cheeks from his anger. He had much better things to do than deal with this.
“Well,” Dr. Hart said slyly as he reached under his lab coat and pulled out an item that you wished only haunted you in nightmares. “Sir, I am afraid she is not sharing the whole truth with you. It seems that she has landed herself into quite a bit of trouble and this hospital has been caught in the crossfire.”
He laid the magazine on the table but instead of there just being one there was two. The new magazine had a picture of you walking from the car to the grocery store.
Who is Eddie Munsons unknown ex? Insider source tells all!
Dr. O’Driscoll flipped through both magazines.
“As you can see. They have a photo of her walking out of this hospital and quite a bit of information about her life. This hospital is about to become a circus. We’re going to have crazy fans like the one earlier all over the place!” Dr. Hart said as he jabbed a finger into the table infront of him.
Dr. O’Driscoll said nothing as he set down the magazines and dialed a phone number on his desk phone.
You felt violated, ruined as you stared at the photo in front of you. How many pictures had they caught of you when you weren’t paying attention? And how much information about you was debuted in the magazine for the world to see.
“So you already know? And how should we proceed?” Dr. O’Driscoll asked into the phone.
He let out a few noises to let them know he understood and then hung the phone up with out saying goodbye.
He took a deep breath and rubbed his brow. “So, reporters have been caught wandering the hospital asking for information on you and unknown people have been calling multiple units around the hospital either asking for you, threatening you, or saying some colorful words before hanging up.”
You felt your body start to shake.
“We have decided that the best course of action is to have you take paid leave until legal determines this has blown over enough for you to come back. We’ll be in touch with you.”
You stood up from the chair after muttering that you understood and walked numbly to the elevator.
The only thought echoing your head was how much you hated Eddie Munson.
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Eddie shifted in his seat again and again.
He had gotten used to flying by now. He felt like he pretty much lived on the airplane with as much as he flew.
He heard the announcement overhead. They would be landing soon.
He felt a rush of nerves and excitement and his body practically vibrated with everything confusing that was rushing through his mind. He had gone back and forth on this but ultimately he found himself booking the first flight out of LA.
As he buckled the seatbelt and prepared for landing all he could think about was how he couldn’t wait to see you.
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Could I ask for Kisaki, Rindou, and Draken with partners that are insecure? Like they truly believe that their boyfriend/husband could do so much better than them
I've done this one already for Kisaki and Draken here but I can def do one for Rindou!! this is kind of like a part two to my EX! Ran Haitani headcanon set!! also idk why text colors are being weird i'll try to fix it later on
TW: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, MINORS DNI,
Yandere!Rindou Haitani
He loves you, adores you even. You're so soft and kind compared to his hard and mean. Rindou has always taken pride in being who he is. He's a Haitani brother, feared allover Tokyo and a ruler in charge of Roppongi.
But for you? Just you- He's Rin. Your loving boyfriend that is never too busy to spend time with you and never lacking in affection. He'll hold your hand gladly or throw a reassuring arm over your shoulder.
All the love in the world can't stop the thoughts in your head though. He's so much more than you'll ever be. You've seen him in action and his strength and overwhelming capabilities compared to your...to your anything just made you feel so dull in comparison.
Rin is beautiful, he catches the eye of every woman you walk past on the street. Rin is strong, he can beat men without breaking a sweat. Rin is powerful, he has people that flock to him at his beck and call and you are nothing.
"I just... I just think I'm holding you back," you tell him, over the phone because you're too much of coward to say it to his face, "I want... I want what's best for you-!" "What the fuck are you talkin' about, you're what's best for me! Baby-please-!" "I can't! I'm not enough, I'm sorry Rin."
And you hang up the phone, block his number. Its better this way, you're sure by this time next week he'll have moved onto someone else, someone better that could keep up with someone as amazing as him.
But then something unexpected happens. His brother comes looking for you. Rin warned you about him once, said that after a bad breakup with his girlfriend he hadn't been the same.
"I thought they got back together though?" you had asked him confused after he had told you. He never answered you back, just got this weird look on his face before giving you a warning; "Try not to get too close. And try not to piss him off."
Yet here he was, at your doorstep staring you down like you were the scum of the earth. Apparently you hadn't heeded the warning.
"Havin' fun?" he asks, not even blinking while he towers over you, and your voice is caught in your throat, too scared to even make a sound at the older Haitani. "Cause I'm sure fuckin' not."
And suddenly he's grabbing you by the hair so tight you're scared he's going to rip it from your skull, but no, he's dragging you out the door and down the steps of your apartment ignoring your cries and screams for help.
Muttering something the whole way to his car. Something like "...You bitches and the games you like to play. Fuck with our heads, you and my girl always got make fuckin' problems for us-"
Then he's shoving you into the passenger seat making sure you can't get out. One moment you feel like you've found your voice again and then the next it leaves you because Ran has a gun pointed right at you only seconds later.
"Your gonna fix this you ungrateful bitch," he spits, eyes so full of hate it makes you want to curl in on yourself, "Put my baby brother back together and act like you like it. Like you fuckin' love it. Or I'll kill you my damn self and make you regret makin' a fool out of the Haitanis. Do you understand, Y/N?"
You're not sure if you say yes or if you even or in affirmation before he's pulling out of the parking lot and speeding dangeroulsy to some unknown destination.
And you are crying, silently shaking and sobbing because you're so scared of what he's going to do and he's still holding the gun right at your head, muttering to himself yet again.
"I'll make it right- I'll fix him and he'll be ok- fuckin' women making us loose our goddamn minds-,"
Finally you pull into a warehouse, abandoned by the looks of it and new found fear arises in you- Is this where Ran is going to kill you? But no.... This is where Rin is.
You see him first, his eyes are dark and he looks so tired from his usual self, and his expression is so empty, so emotionless that you're worried for a split second but then you see...the man. At least that's what he used to be.
His face is beaten in, and his body is contorted in such a mangled way you're sure his limbs had been broken, and Rin is on top of him. Pummeling away at the already red and mangled face.
You can't help the small gasp that leaves you and you probably would've ran out there screaming had Ran not been holding you by the neck.
But your scream was enough to alert the younger Haitani, and he turns to look at you with eyes wild like an animals. "Y-Y/N?" he whispers standing on shaking legs, "B-baby is that you?"
It didn't matter how hard you tried you couldn't make out a single sound, too shocked by the scenes unfolding around you. Thankfully, Ran wasn't short on words....
"Ya, I brought Y/N here 'cause she has somethin' to say," Ran shoves you forward, making sure that the gun at his side is always within your view. A silent reminder of what he made you promise...
Rin doesn't let you get any words our before he's embracing you with bloodied hands, smearing another persons bodily fluid all over you... "Oh baby, please tell me you're back, please? Its been hell, I can't do this without you, I'm loosin' my fuckin' mind."
Its like your brain suddenly catches up with you. You have to say yes or else... "I-I'm back," you nod, hugging him back with shaking hands, "I'm... I'm sorry Rin."
And suddenly he's sobbing, pulling you away only so he could hold your face in his bloody hands to look into your eyes, "How could you do this to me, I love you so much,"
Ran once again, speaks. "You need to keep her in line," he tells his younger brother, much to your dismay, "Like I keep my girl. Don't worry. I'll teach you."
You could never leave Rin Haitani. Shame on you for even trying.
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The Judgement Day’s Girl (4)
Part 4
Warning: creepy guy?
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Tuesday morning
Y/N is at the airport hoping that this flight won’t be delayed by much. She just wanted to get back to her home or her parents whichever one she ends up at first. It wasn’t long after her Starbucks breakfast at the airport her plane started to board.
She finally boarded her plane and found her seat. It was a middle seat. She hated the middle seats, but she ended up sitting there anyway. People walk by finding their seats. She plays on her phone until she hears, “Excuse me love, I sit at the window seat.”
She looks up and sees Rhea smiling at her. Y/N gets up letting Rhea in. The 3 boys had seats in front of them. There was an aisle seat left open, but was soon occupied by a random man. He doesn’t seem too bad.
The plane takes off to their next destination. The man next to Y/N taps her, “Hey I’m Sam you’re pretty cute can I get your number.”
This makes all the members of the Judgement day listen. Nobody should be trying to take their girl away from them.
“Umm, no sorry,” Y/N replies in a small voice.
“Well why not,” Sam questions and puts a hand on her thigh.
“It’s because I’m currently with someone else,” she says confidently.
“I don’t see anyone here that looks like you would be with, so why not let me have your number,” Sam keeps on trying.
“She’s with me buddy,” Damian speaks up, “so leave her alone.”
Sam sees the size of Damian and immediately takes his hand off Y/N’s thigh gulping. Y/N moves closer to Rhea. Which results in Rhea putting up her armrest letting Y/N move even closer. Rhea moves her lips to the smaller girl's ear, “It’s okay darling, we wouldn’t have let him try anything else on you.”
It makes the smaller girl relax a bit. Dominik looks back at the girls to make sure Y/N is okay. She just puts a thumbs up to him. The rest of the plane ride was pretty simple Y/N and Rhea cuddling basically the whole time while the boys would check up on them every once in a while.
They made it to the next airport where the Judgement day had to part ways with Y/N. They were going wherever they were going and Y/N she was going back home. She really didn’t want to go to her fathers, but her mom and her little sisters were there so maybe a visit won’t hurt. Y/N hopped on the next plane back home.
Wednesday morning
Y/N had made it back to her house pretty late last night not getting a chance to tell her mom that she had made it back home.
She was awoken by a phone call.
“Hello,” she says tiredly.
“Hey sweetie, it’s mom,” Beth replies, “are you going to come over today the girls miss you and your father wants to talk.”
Y/N sighs, “uhhhh, yea I’ll be there in a bit.”
“Ok bye sweetie, see you soon,” her mother hangs up.
Y/N groans as she gets up not really wanting to talk to her father, but she’ll do anything to see her little sisters. After she gets dressed she grabs her phone and notices a message from a group chat she was added into.
Unknown: Hey darling it’s us
Y/N chuckles a bit knowing who is all in the group chat. She doesn’t answer because she has to go to her parents house.
She walks into her parents house and immediately hears little feet running to where she is. The two little girls yell, “Y/N.”
Y/N pulls her sisters in for a hug, “Hey little munchkins.”
“Hey sweetie,” she hears a voice say it’s her step mother.
Y/N stands up, “oh hey mom.”
They hug each other. Beth says, “You’re dad is in the living room if you want to talk to him right now.”
Y/N nods her head before checking her phone.
Unknown: Amor are you ignoring us?
Y/N puts her phone back in her pocket not wanting to deal with two things at once. She took a breath before walking into the living room, “hey dad, how are you feeling?”
“I’m okay Y/N,” he replies. He never calls her Y/N is always sweetie. That’s when she knew she was in trouble.
The room is quiet until edge says, “What were you thinking on Monday.”
“I- I just thought I could wrestle again,” Y/N replies, “I mean I’ve been training over and over again. I haven’t wrestled since Judgement day beat you. I just wanted to get revenge for you.”
“But you would have gotten hurt,” Edge says.
“We don’t know that because I didn’t wrestle on Monday,” Y/N argues.
“You would’ve believe me. You’re not as strong as Rhea.” Her dad replies.
“Wait, are you saying I’m not good enough to wrestle,” Y/N’s voice gets quiet.
“That’s exactly what I’m saying Y/N,” Edge exclaims.
Y/N face drops. The atmosphere in the room changed. Edge tries to fix what he said, but that doesn’t change a thing. Y/N gets up to leave the room, “Goodbye dad, I’m going home.”
“Lyric Ruby, I’m leaving, come give me a hug,” Y/N exclaims from the porch. Her younger sisters come running to her to give her a hug.
“What are you leaving already?” Beth questions.
“Yeah I am, I just need some space away from Adam,” Y/N replies.
Beth just brings her into a hug, “okay sweetie bye, love you.”
“Love you too mom,” She replies before closing the door.
Few hours later
Y/N’s phone rings interrupting her crying session. She looks at the caller ID unknown. The crying girl just sets her phone back down, but before she can fully set it down she gets another call. From another unknown.
She sighs getting annoyed by whoever keeps calling, so she finally picks up, “What”
“Woah darling, what’s got your panties in a twist,” replies a female Australian voice.
“Sorry,” Y/N replies quietly, “why do you keep calling though?”
“Well,” Rhea says, “you’re ignoring our messages, you ignored Finn’s call like a minute ago.”
“Why did you message and call in the first place?” The crying girl questions.
“We wanted to check how our girl is.”
“What do you mean I’m not yours.” Y/N chuckles.
“Wait, are you crying,” a new voice asks.
“Rhea how did you not pick that up,” scolds another voice.
“Hey amor, it’s Dominik are you okay?” He questions.
Y/N almost starts sobbing again at the question but manages to reply, “mhm”.
“I have an idea,” Finn pipes up, “why don’t we have her on FaceTime so we can see if she’s okay.”
The other members of the judgement day agree with that. Y/N is the far opposite. She doesn’t want them to see how weak she looks. She silently freaks out about how she looks. Her mascara ran down her face. Hair in a messy bun. Clothes were just sweats and a hoodie.
“Y/N we are going to FaceTime you and you better pick up,” Finn says.
“Um guys I don’t think FaceTime is necessary,” Y/N chuckles nervously.
“Why not amor,” questions Dominik.
“It’s just I’m doing okay, so I don’t think we have to FaceTime,” Y/N replies, freaking out internally.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Damian questions.
“Positive, but I uh I have to go now bye,” Y/N says quickly. Y/N let out a big sigh. She knows the four of them will question her on Monday about it, but it is Wednesday so she still has time to be miserable.
Monday morning
Monday came around faster than normal. Maybe because Y/N was dreading going to raw. She would have to see the judgement day again and she doesn’t know if her father will be there or not because of his knee.
Y/N decides that she should just go to the gym. She doesn’t have to think about anything at the gym.
Y/N ended up being at the gym for longer than she wanted to be, but it’s okay. She showered and got her timmies (Tim Hortons) before heading over to Rogers place.
Y/N looks over the schedule to see who’s fighting tonight. Uncle Rey has a match against Seth. Damian has a match against Matt Riddle.
Turning around she bumps into someone. She looks up and her eyes widen in fear.
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This part might have been all over the place. I'm sorry if it’s not good enough. I have to work on two requests then it’s back for part 5.
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the dimitrescu daughters being in a relationship with you:
disclaimers: sfw, female reader, not proofread, i got carried away and really wanna do another part to this
warnings: i do in fact mean all three of the dimitrescu daughters dating you at the same time
warmth
- your body is so much warmer than theirs, they often all cuddle up to you
- daniela prefers to curl up pretty much on top of you, she claims she needs to be as close to the source of heat as possible
- bela and cassandra are much more relaxed and would simply lean into your sides
gifts
- all three daughters love giving you little gifts and trinkets
- at first though daniela is quite new to the whole gift giving world so the first couple she gives you tend to be the limbs of maids who haven’t been particularly kind to you
- once she gets the hang of it she’ll often spend ages on the phone to donna describing and rambling about an outfit that would look amazing on you so that her aunt can make it for you
- bela tends to wrap new books with a piece of brown string and gift them to you, as soon as you’ve finished one you’ll have another book wrapped with a bow waiting on your bed
- cassandra uses her ‘favourite niece privileges’ and often asks karl to craft you new weapons such as daggers and pocket knives (she’ll often request for specific engravings on them to make them personalised to you)
fear
- none of them quite understand how the site of them covered in blood after a maid has stepped out of line or a hunt doesn’t scare you
- although when any of them start raising their voices at you in anger your eyes fill with the fear that they would normally crave to see in other people
- however they absolutely hate it when you’re scared because of their actions
- bela would be the first to apologise, not wanting you to end up hating her in anyway
- daniela would sulk like a kicked puppy but wouldn’t venture too far from you, she wants to give you space but doesn’t want to leave your personal space
- cassandra locks herself away in the armoury room, throwing daggers at bodies that hang as targets. she gets angry at herself so being the source of your fear
pastime
- bela prefers to read with you in the library. she likes reading to you as your head rests on her lap, it always ends in you falling asleep and cuddling closer to her stomach
- cassandra loves to show the different ways she can evoke pain onto her ‘toys’. she shows you different torture techniques on maids that failed their duties. cass also deems it necessary that she teaches you how to use the daggers she gifts you
- spending time with daniela is much like spending time with a puppy who can’t decide exactly what they want to do. one moment you’ll both be cuddling together on her bed and the next she’ll be begging you to play hide and seek with her (you always say yes in the end, even when you know she cheats)
meals
- the three of them often, begrudgingly, work together in order to care for you and make you smile
- they know that you consume normal food so they all attempt to work together and make you lunch (the first time ended up with you eating a weird concoction of oatmeal and something unknown swirled into it)
- the maids are literally terrified to enter the kitchens when the daughters are in there
- cass and dani tend to get into arguments and knives do get thrown
- yeh, bela tends to makes the majority of the meal and the other two ruin it at the end by adding all sorts of ingredients they think goes into ‘human food’
their mother
- cass and daniela love to argue about who loves you more. bela turns into the mediator and reminds them that it’s definitely her that loves you more
- queue alcina getting involved and telling them all to respectfully stfu
- jealousy comes along time and again in the relationship, especially when it comes in terms of who spends more time with you
- again alcina gets sick of her daughter’s squabbling and decides that until they reach a level of clarity that doesn’t make her raging migraine worse you’ll stay in her office and share an afternoon tea with her
- it definitely took a LOT of time to gain the trust and respect of the countess but after her watching you continuously love and care for her daughters she can’t help but count you a blessing (it also helps you keep them occupied whilst she works)
the question is should i write more?
#resident evil village#re8 village#dimitrescu family#bela dimitrescu#bela dimitrescu x reader#cassandra dimitrescu#cassandra dimitrescu x reader#daniela dimitrescu#daniela dimitrescu x reader#alcina dimitrescu#dimitrescu sisters#donna beneviento#karl heisenberg
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The LU boys and superstitions
Once again, I was thinking about things I grew up with/ learned about and applying it to the boys. I might add the colors and dark link later, I just couldn't think of any for them rn
Tw: mentions death
Fierce
Oh, he's so old he probably has a bunch he follows
He never leaves an empty rocking chair rocking.
He keeps any hanging horse shoes hung right side up (ends up so it's able to hold the luck)
Fierce also believes in wishing on shooting stars
First
Throwing salt over your left shoulder after you spill it
He will NOT wash clothes or clean things on new years day
Refuses to walk under ladders
Covering mirrors when someone dies in a building (stops them from becoming stuck in the mirror)
Four
Horseshoe hung up so the luck won't fall out
Breaking mirros is bad luck to him
He dosen’t have a whole lot, he thinks most wide spread superstitions are common sense
Hyrule
Ooooo boy
Faerie boy? He has some.
I think he's probably a summer /seelie fae so he probably has some superstitions around harvest time
Bottle trees keep away haints/ghosts/spirits
If your ear rings someone is talking about you
He HATES all horseshoes (iron is BAD for the fae), but if he must be near one, he would like it to be right side up
Legend
Breaking mirrors is bad luck
Rocking an empty rocking chair? No thanks, he's not inviting unknown spirits or death.
He keeps a mirror outside his house to keep away evil/the devil/ (demise??)
He eats black eyed peas on new years
He sweeps out the back door (never the front and NEVER when it's dark outside)
Will ward off evil with the three finger sign I always saw
Stays away from cross roads at night
Ravio
If you thought Legend had a bunch, Ravio has more
He has all of the one Leged has ofc
He also believes walking under ladders is bad
He covers mirrors AND stops clocks if someone passes away in his home
Holds his breathe while passing a grave yard
He always goes out the same door he came in through
He believes death comes in threes
He only walk beside his loved ones when going around a post never letting it go between them
Probably has many more
Sky
Not that superstitious actually. He tries to avoid breaking mirrors but not much else
Isn't a huge fan of black cats, but that's more because of nighttime remlits than anything
Time
By the end of his first adventure he has none
The superstitions he had believed were proven false over the years
Tries not to break mirrors but that's because he hates broken glass
Will participate in superstitions if someone he cares about asks. He knows it's out of love
Twilight
He dosen’t like empty rocking chairs that are rocking
He has a horseshoe hung up in his room to keep away bad dreams
Not too superstitious at heart, but so many people in his town are that it is basically habit for him
Warriors
Knocks on wood to keep from jinxing himself
Dosen’t gift knives to loved ones because he dosen’t want to sever the relationship
Wild
He remembers a few but isn't too superstitious
Likes four leaf clovers for luck though!
And he dosen’t clean on new years
Wind
He will knock on wood
He also likes to pick up a green rupee for luck! (Originally a penny)
He also probably wants a luck rabbit's foot
#lu#linkeduniverse#misty writes#lu fierce deity#lu first#lu four#lu hyrule#lu legend#lu ravio#lu sky#lu time#lu twilight#lu warriors#lu wild#lu wind#tw death mention#cw death mention
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The wanderers tale of Chang’e and Houyi (romantic)
This isn’t canon to these part 1 and part 2
This is a what if scenario, and I might write some more for different characters. None for the Greek pantheon tho for obvious reasons
This was a lot of fun to write, sorry if Qin is out of character but he is fucking whipped in love. Man is literally on his knees
tried adding some historical stuff in this but i'm not the most knowledgable on Chinese history or myth so please take it with grain of salt
For much of his life the concept of love is foreign to Qin let alone that of the romantic kind
Sure, he saw displays of it in small ways on the streets
A couple linking hands or exchanging kisses behind the cover of fans in the midnight hour
But he never thought he’d experience it
For he was hated by everyone including himself for the sins of of his family
For the deaths they caused that now transferred to him by the blood in his veins
It is cruel but for the longest time he accepted he’d never be given love of any kind until Chun Yan showed him he was worthy of it
It is through her he learns familial love
Not romantic love of any sorts but a type of love that leads him to discover and be curious of the other forms of love later on in his life
When he becomes empowered he explores this concept as times goes on
Lust and desire
But never actual connection
Not the love he’d hear in tales or see between young lovers
No, He’d yet to still experience that actual form of romantic connection formed through genuine intimacy
But for awhile he was fine with that
Perhaps even grateful he had not been subjected to such an intense feeling
Something that could bring down entire empires and could shatter men’s spirits like sticks to a boot
And for a long time it remains that way
Until the 3rd year of your friendship with him as his personal historian
It’s hardly something he notices at first
Just the small feeling of wanting to be near you more often than he already was
It was strange but be brushed it off for a long while
Perhaps it was him just missing your presence due to the two faced courtesans he had to deal with on a daily basis
No one was quite as truthful or real as you were
You never had stray intentions with him
Just treating him as a real person
Still respectful but not overly so
It’s a slow process for him
One built on denial and confusion as he tries in his mind to write off his behaviour
He’d never felt this type of love before
It’s foreign and slightly scary to him for several reasons
One of which is cause he’s afraid of loss
The death of Chun Yun had…hurt him a lot
Left himself a shattered visage to be rebuilt into a strong facade
For not only himself but also his people
It is something done due to his duty
A responsibility placed on his shoulders
He takes being a king seriously but in the process he loses a bit of himself
With you though he makes the choice to spend time with you
Listen
Indulge
Talk
When he’s with you warmth blossoms in his chest like a flower in full bloom
Petals opening to reveal something beautiful yet tender
It feels…nice
He feels for once vulnerable
And it’s nice yet scary
But with time he eases into it
Gently placing his heart in your hands
It beats like a drum in your presence much to his pride
But at the same time. He enjoys the sensation
The fact that you make him feel so flustered
It’s honestly amazing that such small acts such as your smile can make the emperor feel light on his feet
He once laughed at the tall tales of men foolishly in love
Now he is that fool
The ones who’d offer the moon and hang the stars in their beloveds name
Chun Yun once talked of love once, hoping he’d one day experience that beautiful emotion
He now understood as to why she spoke so highly of it
But as he finally admits to himself that he’s fallen deeply head first into this endless void
You reveal you must leave soon
Unknown to you his heart cracks
In the months ticking down to your departure he spends as much time with you as he can
He feels now that he’d taken your presence for granted
A luxury that he assumed would stay despite knowing you were a free bird
One who would not stay east forever and eventually travel somewhere else
He feels desperate though
Grasping at strings to reach out and convince you to stay
Pleading with every interaction for you stay
To please stay
in time he realizes it’s a fruitless endeavour
Yet he tries anyways
Because that’s the only thing he can do
Yet he can’t admit his feelings
Especially now that your leaving
Maybe confessing would get you to stay but it feels cruel, a way to guilt you into become a caged bird
Love should not be bound in shackles or a gilded cage
It is free
And he would never take that away from you
So he tries to convince you with deals
With time dwindling down he tries to inch closer
A hand almost touching your own
Eyes staring with lidded looks beneath their gaze
It’s not direct, perhaps the only time the emperor isn’t
He feels himself clam up at the last minute
It’s unbefitting of him but it’s Ying Zheng peaking through the cracks and taking the reigns of his heart
The young boy from the streets who only wanted love
Who’s scared of ruining what’s more than enough for that fragile heart
It’s pathetic that he’s battling with himself over this
A back and forth between two voices in his mind of his head and heart
Yet it endures as the days whittle down
During this time he becomes interested in tales of love
Specifically that of Houyi and Chang’e
A love bound for tragedy
A simple mortal man in love with someone divine
Requited yet torn apart
Yet despite it all he still loves her and still still mourns and waits
In some sense he hopes for something like this
But for now he resonates with the story
So much so he decided to incorporate the story into a parting gift for you
A bracket
One that is beautifully crafted with his finest stones
Intricately crafted to last
One that is made to pair with his own
It’s a sign that you will forever be the emperors closest friend
But also with the double meaning of a reference to Chang’e
To him you are his Chang’e, his love who shall never age and has to leave despite how much he pleads
And he is Houyi, who can only watch and do nothing but shed tears as you go
As you leave on your stead and ponders if this was the worst pain imaginable
Having you gone is a change of pace that leaves him uneven
There are no more talks of travel
Of warrior’s and battles from far off lands
A new courtesan takes your place but it leaves a bitter taste in his mouth
He wonders if your alright
If your ok
You once talked of a loneliness of being immortal
Seeing those you loved dear die from the passage of time
It’s natural yet it hurts
The loss of Chun Yun was one of the worst pains in his life, but knowing you’d always outlive those you’d grown close to must be hell
He doesn’t want to put you though than once more if he can do something to stop it
He anything but a simple man
And he begins trying to at least look for a solution
It is a neigh impossible task but he tries
And tries
And tries
And years tick onwards
When he lays awaken in silk sheets alone at night he stares at the moon
Taking another mercury pill as he stares at the silvers rays of light
A part of him knows that the pills aren’t his ticket to immortality
But he pushes himself to try anyways
Cause he is so desperate to become immortal for you
So he can be by your side without fear of hurting you in the end by dying
If it came down to it he’d leave everything he’s built till now for it
His empire could be transferred to someone else and he’d be completely fine with it
He’d be fine going back to a simple life
Perhaps he’d even prefer it over all the frugality of court life
And it would all be because of you
Beautiful and kind you who had shown him true love
Not fake nor manufactured to manipulate him to certain ideals or sides
Just true and pure love that formed through meaningful conversations and a beautiful friendship
So he swallows down the silver liquid
Ignoring the taste and how he feels his sanity slipping each time he take yet another
Though he bares heirs in the form of sons he never takes an empress or official partner
For in his heart that place is forever filled by you
And as he lays dying as he tours his beautiful land
The land in which you traversed and loved oh so dearly
He can’t help but smile as his tells his guards to let you in
They cast you glances of curiosity that he straightens out with his glare
He asks for privacy and they comply
Leaving you and him alone yet again like those nights long past where you and him would talk
He raises a hand to caress your face
“I think this is my end, I feel myself slipping every moment”
There is no sadness in his voice, just a chuckle as he gazed up at your beautiful face highlighted by glistening tears
They remind him of diamonds or the morning-dew
“I’m sorry I couldn’t visit sooner-“
“Shhh, it’s alright. What matters is now”
At that you have a small smile that makes his heart beat faster than it had in months
For a long while now he knew he was on the brink of death but still pretended (even to himself) that he’d be fine
He was emperor
The king of kings
But now as he lay in his death bed, Alone with the one person who seen him as he is
He was no longer king, he was Ying Zheng
Someone who was utterly human
A man in pursuit of that horridly consuming emotion of love
Requited or not he didn’t care
All that did matter was that he try, try to make you happy
To ease your emotions of utterly loneliness at loosing almost everyone you come to care for
You don’t curse death but he does in your place
How can he not when he shall never see your face again in the afterlife
You may have accepted death as a natural part of life
That it’s alright you will never see your friends again
But he thinks it’s cruel
A awful fate for someone as radiant as yourself
You seem to see his thoughts and silences them with a smile as a gentle hand cradles his face
All this thoughts of cursing death pause
And he focuses on you
The gentle curve of your face that was shaped with skilled hands
Those tear lined eyes that outshine any jewel in his treasury
A smile that outshined the very sun in the sky
Skin softer than the best silk robes he wears as he awaits death
The harsh cold ranking his body fades away and all he feels is warmth
A warm numbness taking over
You say something but he can’t hear it
He says so in a soft voice that comes out as a whisper
You nod
He’s fading by the moment
A part of him has accepted this fate but the other still fights
Still wishes and begs to just push further
Immortality could still be possible
But as you lean closer that voice quieted down
Both did
All he focused on was you giving him something he had wanted for years
Lips connect and he feels a jolt of many emotions
Joy
Sadness
Relief
And Peace
He swears he sees purple sparks flutter around you like petals of soft flowers
This was your goodbye to him
A kiss of goodbye
A kiss of reciprocated feelings between one another
A kiss of star crossed lovers bound to a fate of their love never working
And a kiss of death
“I hope I have a next life where we may meet again so you don’t have to be alone once more”
After so long of the afterlife and it’s pleasant buzz of apathy he’s suddenly confused when he wakes up
Well more like being woken up by yelling and the sound of breaking things as other men around him look just as disoriented and confused as he was
But then a woman appears, one dressed in white with a otherworldly aura
The look in her eyes is determined and simultaneously baring the weight of the world in them
He gets up from laying down in his casket, silken robes swaying as his feet touch the marble ground
He’s alive once more and somehow younger
In his prime again
In that moment he’s tempted to just leave the room and head out to find you once more but waits
He suspects The ethereal woman standing unafraid in front of him and the various other men who seemed to be warriors is the reason behind this
And has a reason as to why she chose very specific people to seemingly bring back from the dead
And not long after he learns that reason
“The gods want to wipe out humanity. I chose you all to participate in Ragnarok, a battle of 13 chosen contestants against the gods to the death. the determiner of humanity’s fate”
Ah, now that makes sense
But then why did she say 13?
There are 12 fighters here and she doesn’t seem as if she’ll be participating
She seems to most likely be the player in this game
Their her pieces to lead into battle so-
Suddenly his eyes dart to the doors across the room
They open and he watches as a familiar person enters
One who’s face was forever ingrained in his mind from restless nights left awake
Someone with the same smile as the day he first had a real conversation with them
It’s you
Before anyone could react he’s already across the room
Silk robes fluttering in the air as he darts past other warriors of different times eras
You have the same beautiful smile on your face
Arms already open wide as the first emperor crashes into your form
Arms wrapped tightly around you as if you’d disappear if he let go
Words in his mother tongue that was now a dead language fall from his mouth
Hushed rambles unbefitting of a king yet he doesn’t give a fuck
Why should he when your here
He was no king in your presence
For he was just a man with his heart on a platter, handing it to your gentle but weathered hands
It would not matter if you crushed it or treasured it
Only that you accept it
The room is completely quiet as you respond back in the same tongue
Almost as if you’d spoken it everyday and not in literal centuries
he holds back tears that will be saved for later when he had an actual private moment with you
With some hesitation he pulls back
Still feeling as if you’d disappear like sand between his fingers if he let go
But when he does he’s simply met once more with your smiling face
It shines radiantly like the sun, moon and stars
You were his sun, moon and stars
“We have a lot to catch up on Qin”
“Yes we do beloved”
“Beloved? Heh, I wish you had called me that much sooner than years after your death”
“I have some time to make up for that don’t I?”
“Not much…but it should be enough for me. I’ve missed you”
“As did I”
Safe to say after a bit of an explanation from the Valkyrie who introduced herself as Brunhilde the other warriors as hounding him for answers
Particularly cause many of them were apparently some past friends of yours
Some before and after his death
It’s interesting meeting the many he heard about in person
But what’s more is the ones that came after him
The fact that you’d apparently mention him
Or someone close to his description who was very dear to you
It’s odd hearing about his legacy but from your words
They spoke of his character and didn’t focus on the achievements
Highlighted the fact he was a human
A man just like any other who had risen from poverty to power
His misdeeds but also a reason as to why such decisions were made
A balanced perspective
Not like he’d except anything else from you
A true historian through and through
Much had changed throughout the years
The world was completely different from his time, as was his empire
It’s to be expected though and he enjoys learning all that had changed
In the quiet moments you talk he finds himself content
Sure, he’s supposed to be facing a god soon who has a good chance of killing him
But at the moment it doesn’t matter
There’s still time before the matches begin
Still town to train with not only his fellow contestants but also you
Something he particularly was excited about since he’d never seen you seriously fight
Well until now
Your true immortality come full purpose
Wound after wound being instantly healed with a few sparks of purple lightning fizzing around your form
Loud strikes echoing in the training grounds as he watches from afar
Gods he feels weak at the sight of your battle determined face
Violet lightning making your form look even more powerful
A few warriors like Lü Bu and Raiden tease him for being whipped for you
But the others seem to enjoy how this prideful king does a 180 the moment your around
It’s fun and nice
Though they had not known him for long they get the sense he’s a guarded man
Someone who had been hurt and vowed to not show that vulnerability once more
But it seems you had changed that
Breaking through that wall around his heart to let his true self deep through the cracks
While alone with you it’s a calm but joyful experience
You lay in his lap, head readying against his thighs covered in soft silky material
You say he doesn’t have to do so, but he insists
Despite loving in indulging in luxuries it seemingly switched when you were around
Him wanting to instead indulge you in the greatest he could offer
You don’t need it but its nice being cared for
Gently held by warm hands that help the tenseness in your shoulders or plays with your hair
once in his presence you allow yourself to enjoy in this indulgence
Small protests going away as soon as you laid down on hundreds of cushions as he worked his metaphorical magic
Conversations here go beyond what had just changed
Often reminiscing of old court life and what you had done or seen over the years
The people you’d met
The places you’d wished you could have taken him to
Outside of his room is an arena where the weight of the world weighs on both your shoulders
But in here it’s just you both catching up on lost time
Affectionately in each others embrace
Old and new nicknames falling from each others lips
Flowery language long abandoned by the world in a dead language brought back
A love not meant to be now brought back from the ashes like a Phoenix
Sometimes he thinks this is a dream he’ll wake up from
Being cruelly ripped from your loving arms and back into that of deaths cold embrace
But as you kiss comforts into his ears the thought melts away
He was in heaven
This was something he’d fight for
A mere mortal like him in the arms of something Divine
Something that would be frowned upon yet neither of you cared
Not when you’d both awaited to reunite despite fate saying naught
“You make me feel alive…human even”
“Who’s to say you aren’t human in the first place?”
“I’m a soulless being, one made of artificial flesh and lightning coursing through my veins. I’d say I’m hardly human”
“Your the most beautiful thing ever created ”
Your father contrary to Qin’s initial beliefs is practically radiating joy when he meets the former king
Hephaestus is jolly, giving a firm handshake despite being a god
It’s a bit jarring at first
But in a good way
It’s no wonder you become the person you are today, especially with such a gruff yet gentle man that had made you with his bare hands
Smouldering smoke wafts up from the man’s singed beard
Embers glowing softly when you embrace him with the same kindness he exudes
He smells of the forge, metal, sweat, ash and fire
It’s a deep contrast to your more earthy toned one
Something that spoke of adventure and travel
Yet despite the glaring differences your both much alike
A father and his child
Different yet more alike than what meets the eyes
Talk with Hephaestus is easy
Eager to hear of how you both met or ramble about his inventions
The way he seems so genuinely engaged with any type of small conversation makes Qin think of himself as a kid
Someone who everyone looked down upon and never gave the light of day
A begging soul pleading for someone to listen
He feels an knot of rage and pain wind up in his soul
This god was caring, more caring than many of the people he encountered in his life
A man who loved his work
His home
His craft
Yet no one listened
No one cared
No one accept his child and now the human contestants of this arena
The two form a deep friendship
Something formed through similar hardships
A kinship made through the unspoken words of “I get it” and “your not alone”
It makes you happy your father found a friend in the one you hold dearest to your heart
As does Qin who becomes more sympathetic as to why Hephaestus was so happy for you finding love in the first place
A marriage that was unhappy from the start
Trying to make the best of it anyways
Continued sorrow
Heartbreak
Betrayal from a brother
Wanting some type of love from anyone
Qin swears to himself if he’d ever encounter those who had made this man’s life hell he’d put them through the same
No one gets away with hurting someone important to the Emperor
Especially not family
“Treat them right and don’t break their heart boy. That’s all I ask of you.”
“You don’t need to say it twice. You have my word as Emperor”
“Heh, I like you. How about we talk business later, I’d hate to see you break that second requirement due to this whole fiasco”
The 7th round steadily approaches much to your anxiety
It’s noticeable to him how scared you are for him
The other can’t tell but he’s been around you enough to know your quirks
The slight tapping of your finger
Small bursts of violet sparks
The way your eyes seem more cloudy
He does his best to show you not to worry
That he’s strong enough to up against whoever is pitted against him
He spars with Kojiro and even is able to get Buddha to give some extra pointers to ease your mind
It doesn’t do much though
He can’t exactly blame you, once before you saw him die peacefully
But now there’s a chance you’ll see it again in a violent manner
He could already imagine how hard that first death was for you
The second would be devastating
Seeing those tear stained eyes was enough for him to promise himself he’d win no matter the Cost
He’d discard an arm or leg if he had to
But he had to win for you
For humanity that you love with a whole heart
This world was worth protecting
With a sigh he reclines back in the red cushioned throne
Soon he’d be out in that arena
Life or death
This VIP section was nice except for the nosey people already there
Though he wondered where you were, you said you’d meet him here?
Maybe you got lost..,he remembers the time you ended up in a different castle by accident
The memory makes him smile
Even as he’s flipping the man who grabbed him into the ground like he’s nothing
These guys need to humble themselves
Their in the presence of an emperor
The king of kings
Despite saying this aloud the big guy doesn’t get the picture
He blabbers on about being a god before Qin once again flips the man onto the stone ground
The other man though seems amused and offers a drink
One that he kindly accepts as he is about to question if the messenger of the gods can find you-
Turns out this “wasn’t” his room
Something of which you gently tell him with a laugh
Brunhilde looked less amused as you did
As did Ares
But Hermes found it seemingly hilarious
Especially since everyone else in the room can’t help but deadpan as he pulls you into the seat with him
Holding you close as you sigh with a small grin and accept his affection
It is a small moment of comfort
One that both of you know wont last forever
Or wont be guaranteed in the future
Despite that he is confident as ever
Something that makes you want to simultaneously bash your head into a wall about and smile at his unwavering spirit
The emperor’s after him roll out a carpet for him to walk down
But before that he pulls you aside
“Don’t die on me again….” The words are choked up in your throat but your able to get them out after a moment “please Qin, I love you too much to loose you again”
“Have some faith in me. I’m an emperor, king of kings, and you’re my divine being. You have me your blessing of love, that enough will get me through this” the tone in which he says this is both confident and gentle. He kneels down, pressing his lip’s against your knuckles. It leaves the onlooking pair of gods and Valkyrie’s agape.
He gets up, standing on the balcony to jump down towards his carpeted walkway. But just before he can you pull him down and press a passionate kiss against his lips. The crowd goes wild in both confusion and shock. “Call this an extra blessing” at that comment he smiles.
You turn to leave the god area with the two Valkyrie sisters, but not before turning to the two gods. “Sorry for the trouble. I can definitely say though that I won’t be pulling something like that for my round” as you say this you look over your shoulder, surveying their reactions. Ares is shock, Hermes like before is amusement and curiosity. You were a contestant, how interesting.
The fight is long and arduous
Armour enchanted and enchanted by both Hephaestus and his Völunder
Hephaestus couldn’t do too much in case of suspicion but he did make it a bit more durable and light
He’s bloodied and bruised
An arm was lost
But despite it all he won
He won for humanity
Won for you
And somehow in the process won the respect of the god he was faced against
Hades, king of the underworld
The only other man he’d call a king, for he in this fight had truly showed he earned that title
Both went into this battle for someone
But he prevailed in the end cause you were still there to fight for
This wasn’t a fight for revenge like Hades gad set out to do
His fight was to sustain you and the rest of the world
To keep you safe and happy
Preserve the world you loved despite its flaws
Qin Shi Haung for a portion of his life had nothing
But now that he had the love of someone he would do his best to keep it intact
To forever keep a smile on your face to keep his sun in the sky
Despite how much he’s in pain from both his injuries and his Mirror Touch Synesthesia he gives his respect to Hades
His foe
His equal as a king
His friend
Alvitr is screaming in his mind to get to the medbay already but he waits a moment as the dust settles
Both sides after cheering from humans and shock from gods quiets down
Alvitr appears at his side just as injured as he is
She almost tumbles to the ground
Before he can catch her someone jumps out from the stands beside Chun Yan and her son
A kasa hat with a veil trailing behind it fluttering in the wind as the warrior wearing it rushes towards the two
It happens within a split second but your at their sides
Grabbing the two inured winners
“Careful, you won and can’t just go dying on me after all that”
He chuckles at that, leaning into your touch as Alvitr gives a small tired thanks
You smile, your own thank you falling from your lips for protecting him
For making sure he got out of this alive
“Don’t attribute that to me. The entire time this prideful king had someone on his mind” she says this in a cheeky tone as you carry them both back to the medbay
A certain pep in your step
The crowd of both sides watches on with curiosity
In the medbay as they both are put into pods you await by their sides
Watching patiently
A hand against the glass encasing him
Your dad was already at work on a prosthetic for both of them
Something you were grateful for
You think back to the fight
It leaves…and unknown taste in your mouth that’s bitter and sweet
Qin had won
But in the process Hades was dead
You didn’t know your “family” well except for the snippets your father told you
Almost all were bad
All used him for their own goals or belittled him for his appearance
But from what you removed Hades was one who was seemingly neutral
Perhaps even somewhat kind to your father
Thanking him for his work done
Glaring at opposers who insulted him
In that sense he earned your respect
But with the battle you saw more if his character
Poseidon you couldn’t care less about but with Hades you felt more conflicted
Sighing you lean back resting yourself against the pod
There’s silence and then you hear something
Looking down you see his eyes cracked slightly open
His now only remaining hand pressing against the glass just like your own
His eyes close once more and you keep your hand atop his own
A pane of glass separating the two of you
Despite not needing sleep you close your eyes
Resting against the glass
Eventually you feel something draped over your shoulders
Turning your head you see Chun Yun and her son
Both with worried expressions but also happiness
His hand pressed against the glass trying to reach to yours is prof enough he’s still fighting
Fighting for you
And your waiting here for him
The woman who became his mother figure and her son pull up seats near your own
You feel a smile cross your face
“I’d wait till the end of time for you to wake up. Take as long as you need, I’ll be there when you wake”
#romantic#ror qin shi huang x reader#qin shi huang x reader#record of ragnarok#record of ragnarok x reader#ror x reader
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I feel like there's a strange kind of intimacy that comes with soap or ghost dying and instead of making it soft they choose to pick a fight or make it hateful so that the other "misses them less". They don't even tell the other what's happening, just start making hateful comments.
I think it's a kind of senseless noble act, based on, perhaps, misguided fear. It's an attempt to make things better.
Maybe simon is shot to hell, couldn't tell the difference between him and swiss cheese except he's just got a few more holes that the dairy product. Maybe it was a solo mission. Maybe he radios base or calls soap on his cell. Maybe when soap picks up he says that he never loved soap. He only dated him because he pittied him. He says that soap is annoying. Says that soap should know when to just stop. And then he ends the call or turns off his radio before soap can respond. And then he heaves a tearful breath once. Twice. And never again.
Or maybe it's soap that's dying. He's tasked to wipe out an unknown enemy base. Maybe the location was actually a chemical lab. And maybe it had barrels upon barrels of accelerants. So when the charges blow the heat and flame and magnitude is far far exceedant of what it was supposed to be. Maybe soap gets caught in it. The flames licks at his arms, and legs, searing his belly. What if he knew he couldn't survive it, he could smell it, between the smoke and burnt skin. What if he calls home and ghost picks up. And he tells him he hates him. Tells him that his father was right. Tells him he deserved everything that ever happened to him. And then he hangs up, and his lungs manage to keep him alive for another ten agonizing minutes. But it's his heart that he thinks kills him, not the burns or his lungs failing.
What if it works, and they get buried in an empty casket lowered into a too shallow grave, with people who no longer respect him.
What if it doesn't work though. What if the other knows immediately that something is wrong. The words hurt but not as much as knowing that something is going wrong and they can't do anything to fix it.
What if... what if they don't die. What if they survive and they have to deal with the consequences.
If they survive they either have to face the fact they they hurt their partner so viscously.
Or they have to face the wrath their angry partner. Either for the things they said. Or for trying to leave them in such a way, or for losing hope, or for trying to give up.
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|| Tōru Oikawa x Reader ||
Type: Oneshot, fluff.
Synopsis: Winter days dating Oikawa Tōru.
Warnings: Minor angst, Language.
Authors Note: this is so crap but I just wanted to post, start to get into the gist of things🤗
Winter.
Something you loved but also hated. You hated the way it bit at your fingers but you loved the way it made for some beautiful moments.
You especially loved how clingy it made your boyfriend, Tōru Oikawa, the infamous setter of Seijoh, known for his gorgeous looks and mean attitude on court was actually a softy pants. Especially when it came to you.
However, there was one thing he wouldn’t do, and that was give you any sort of affection in public, not yet anyway, though your relationship wasn’t exactly “new” it was unknown to many and until he was ready to tell people that you were dating, it would remain a secret.
It wasn’t because he was embarrassed, or anything to do with you, it wasn’t even anything to do with him, no, it was to do with his fans. Though Tōru loved the attention and fawning he received from his fans he was also deathly afraid of them. After the time they attempted to get Iwaizumi expelled for being “too close” to him he thought better of telling people about you, to protect you.
However, there were still people who knew, like Iwaizumi, Matsukawa and Hanamaki, since you often times showed up to many hang out sessions, Tōru thought telling them would be just fine.
And it was.
Except, it wasn’t. This whole secretive things was driving you a little nuts. You understood why Oikawa wanted to do it, if anything you were grateful but at times like these you cursed him to hell and back. All you wanted to do was warm up in your boyfriend’s embrace and yet, you couldn’t. Because he would say the same snobby thing that he does every time you try to so much as hold his hand anywhere other than the comfort of each other’s privacy.
“Now now, Y/N little eager?” Dick. You loved him but he’s still a dick.
You had half a mind to give him a piece of your mind when you finally arrived to school.
You were walking as quickly as you could, trying to get to school as fast as you could to be out of this cold. You had your thickest scarf and your puffiest coat on and yet it still wasn’t enough. Your poor legs were freezing off.
When you got to the front gates of the school you were met with a seemingly pissed Iwaizumi, bringing your borderline jog to a halt.
“Iwa?” He startled and looked at you. Some of that sour mood of his dissipating from his features upon seeing you.
“Y/N.”
“You look extremely pissed for so early in the morning, what’sup?” You moved so you were a little closer to him, trying your absolute hardest to not shiver.
“Crappykawas fans girls.” He sighed and rolled his eyes, gesturing towards the scene behind him, the same scene you were seeing for the umpteenth time this week. “You know, they don’t usually piss me off this bad, but today, they’re really pissing me off. I’m so cold and shittykawa won’t hurry the hell up.”
“Well then why didn’t you just leave him?”
“Because, you know how it is with him, you should know better than me. His shitty ass would whine like a damn baby if I left him.”
You giggled to yourself, it was true, Tōru had a tendency to whine about things like that. “He can suck it up.” You smiled, bitterly. Sure, you loved your boyfriend all the world but he did piss you off with this stuff.
“I’ll never hear the end of it. Why don’t you step in?”
“Why would I? It’s not like people know we’re—” you moved an inch closer checking your surroundings and lowered your voice. “—dating.”
“Yeah, but still, people know you’re his friend, and they’re all afraid of you.”
“No they’re afraid of you.”
“No”
“Yes, that’s why they wanted you expelled because they were too scared of going near Tōru when you were around.” You snickered to yourself at the sheer memory of the chaos that unfolded last year, all due to Oikawas silly little fan girls.
He scoffed. “Yeah right. It’s whatever anyway, they’re scared of you so do something.” He started to push you in the direction of Oikawa. Surely Tōru would get mad at you for this but, it was starting to piss you off the way they were all over him.
Besides, it just so happens you just caught one of them grabbing his bicep.
“Crappykawa.”
At the sound of your voice, Tōru span on his heel. There was no wrath he feared more than yours, Iwaizumis a close second .
“Ah, Y/N. Ahah. To what do I owe the honour.” Oh, so he was trying the flattery game.
“Let’s go.”
“Yes yes, right sorry ladies but I must go!” There was an uproar of “awwwhs” until one girl shouted,
“Why would you listen to her, is she like, your girlfriend?”
Both of your heads span in the direction of the girl, you cheeks burnt with heat, a shocking contrast the the temperature of your body.
“N-no! He just-he-he needs to go he can’t be catching a cold in this weather or else you won’t be able to watch him play!” nice save, you thought to yourself. Now, you had the perfect excuse you grab him by the sleeve and start dragging him inside. Iwaizumi in tow.
You let go of Oikawa when your got the gym, letting him walk inside by himself. You whined and looked at your fingers, they were bright red from the nipping cold outside.
“Tōruuu!” You whined again and reached your hands out to Oikawa. “Please help me warm my hands up.” He grabbed them, span you around and put his hands over your hands in your pockets, warming you up immediately.
He did this a lot, didn’t say a single word but did exactly what you needed.
“Sorry about that Iwa.” Tōrus voice was as bashful as ever.
“No you’re not. Shittykawa, you’re egos too big and they fuel it. If you just told them you were dating someone, especially Y/N they would just leave you alone then I wouldn’t have to half freeze to death. All those girls are mildly afraid of Y/N I don’t see why the hell you can’t just say you’re dating her and have done with it, seriously, it’s almost been a year.”
Iwa made a good point, and a good opening for you to give him a piece of your mind. “Yeah, Tōru why can’t we tell people now? I wanna be able to do this type of stuff wherever not just in private. Also, I’m sick of seeing those girls touching you so much…you are mine after all.”
“You’re both right. I just worry they may try to hurt you and thats just the last thing I want.”
“Pleaseeeee, I can look after myself!” you looked at him, batting your eyelashes in that way you knew he couldn’t resist.
“Fine.”
“Thank GOD.” Iwaizumi span on his heel and left the gym letting the cold winter air flood in, except this time, your boyfriend would protect you from the cold.
Winter.
From now on, you loved it.
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Yandere Jimmy and Gary with a Male!Teen parent!greaser!Reader
Summary:Jimmy and Gary fall in love with the same boy aka Y/N L/N the teenage parent greaser but they aren’t willing to share so easy (Headcanons and a one shots)
TW/CW:Yandere behavior,Gary being a hypocrite,unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship,abusive behavior,abusive relationship,mentions of fights,Reader’s baby mama is unknown but it’s mentioned that their in great terms,Reader’s daughter is named Tallulah and if your asking where I got it from it’s from QMSP bc I’ve seen edits and honestly love the name!,Johnny and Reader’s relationship is on the fence with platonic and romantic behavior but never specified what it is(Based off of my friends treating me as their kid and pretending to be a couple),Gary himself,Gary’s sadistic behavior,Gary wanting to own you,VERY OCC CHARACTERS BC JOHNNY IN THE GAME CARES MOSTLY FOR LOLA BUT IN THIS HES VERY POSSESSIVE OF READER!,if I need to add more please do tell me
A/N:Might make this a series
Jimmy hopkins
-now at first he thought you were an asshole because everyone is at that school but you were actually pretty nice!
-He met you when your daughter Tallulah got lost in the circus because she followed a butterfly,he saw you panicking and looking everywhere for her very worried
- “TALLULAH BABY!” “DADDY!” Jimmy watched as Tallulah ran towards you crying as you picked her up and hug her very tight. He knows you from school,you hang with the greasers and look the part to but if he was honest you look pretty handsome like that especially when you cry. “t-thank you…Jimmy was it? Thank you for finding my baby..” “No problem man but how did you lose your daughter?” “Because I saw a butterfly and walked away from daddy” “Yeah I noticed not to long after because you were to quite but here Jim,ya helped a lot” You pulled out a 30 and gave it to him as a way to show you care. “Thanks…” “See ya soon and or later Jim!” “Bye bye nice man!” Tallulah waved goodbye and smiled as you two went home maybe
-You two started hanging out more often to the point Tallulah calls him Uncle Jimmy! He truly does love the way your nice. He notices your never in your dorm,when he ask he gets “Well…gotta have my girl with me at all times,why ya think I get to leave early? They let me check on my baby!” That’s when he learnt the teachers babysit her on their off periods expect Edna…last time Tallulah literally tried to carve out her skin
-He hates how Johnny or the others are so close to you and how Tallulah calls Johnny ‘Dada’ turns out Johnny’s been your childhood best friend and he is your support but also babysitter. Johnny has been closer to you causing him to be ‘Dada’
-He is very willing to murder and attack people. He does do ‘warnings’ but if they keep trying to get with you he isn’t afraid to show that your his man. Johnny he hasn’t done yet because your almost ALWAYS with him,if your asking why he wants to attack Johnny is because no one is sure if you two are dating with the way y’all act. Examples When Johnny thinks no one is paying attention he kisses your cheek,y’all hold hands,sometimes you two use pet names,Johnny is OVERPROTECTIVE and POSSESSIVE of you like he gets upset when someone is flirting with you!,You often lean on his as you take a nap,He’s always at your house,Tallulah calling you ‘Daddy’ and him ‘dada’ as you two skip school for her school and those are just a FEW!
-He is possessive,not easily jealous,but very very overprotective of you.
Gary smith
-THIS MOTHER FUCKER! Everyone hates him and he hates everyone we know that but when he felt some feelings he didn’t know towards you he HATED you more!
-Totally makes fun of you for being a single teen parent,knocking a girl up and she didn’t stay with you even though countless times you’ve told everyone it was a drunk thing and that you two are actually close,your style,the way you talk,hell one time he made fun of Tallulah’s R’s and you went ham on him. No one has seen you this angry and they don’t want to after you literally made him go to the hospital.
-After that he wanted you,to own you,to put you in your fucking place! How dare you humiliate him!? He’ll show you that he’s better!
-Notices and picks at every little thing when someone tries to date or flirt with you because your his! You should already know this!
-Tallulah doesn’t like him because he scares her. He hates her because she bit him to the point he bled but he knows you love her so he’ll put up with her
-No warnings just attacks,no one will think it’s out of pocket for Gary well not a lot but sorta. He just verbally attacks Johnny because he know if he tried anything physically you’d beat him shitless once again
When they confront each other
Jimmy isn’t stupid actually he’s pretty damn smart so when he notices Gary acting the way he does with anyone else he knows he’s not alone with the obsession. “Jimmy buddy! Since we’re such good friends I’m just gonna give you this one little warning….STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM Y/N!” Jimmy got closer to Gary wanting to fight him but he’s only given a few warnings. “And what if I don’t?” Gary grabbed Jimmy’s collar trying not to punch his past errand boy. As soon as Jimmy said that a fight ensued. “BOYS CUT IT OUT!” “GOD DAMN IT JIMMY” the teachers pulled off Gary while Jimmy as being held by you. Gary hated how he was so close to you! They both agreed that they’ll fight for your love.
#yandere#please don’t do this#obession#unhealthy#romantic yandere#x male reader#male reader#yandere x male reader#teenage parent reader#bully x reader#Jimmy Hopkins x reader#gary smith x reader#teen parent reader#yandere bully#Greaser reader#yandere romance#yandere romantic#yandere headcanons#💭yandere headcannons♥️#💭yandere headcanons♥️#yandere oneshot
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Persona non grata | T.S
Summary: After many years alone, Tommy believed he had found the love of his life. Unfortunately, during a business trip to America, a ghost from his wife's past proves him otherwise.
A/N: A Tommy x widow fic was on my head for so long but I was never able to write it until now. There are some parts the reader mentions they're american, it might be true or not 👀 You can believe whatever suits you best. Also, I'd like to thank my darling @zablife for suggesting this plot I had so much fun writing!
Tommy tried to swallow the bitter feeling on his throat and pathetically failed. Waiting for Mary Smith in his hotel room in New York, he had to keep himself from crying. He wanted to be angry but wasn't able to, he never was, was this why he was always alone? Because he let women fool him, because he always underestimated them?
The first one was an undercover agent, so beautiful and soft-spoken, everything a man fresh out of the battlefield would ever want. Grace Burgess stuck a knife so deep into his heart she almost made him forget about the great war.
Polly told him she truly had fallen in love with him, so when she asked him to run away to New York with her, he accepted it, he was so blind and lonely that he wanted nothing more than to drown in the mystery Grace was.
However, once they settled in America, the unknown parts of her personality were dragged to light. It wasn't just uniform, they were substantially different, as much as it broke his heart to admit it, the uniform people wear tell a lot about who they truly are.
Despite the initial infatuation being gone, Tommy kept trying to make things work, he got a job and lived like a civilian for a while. As the months went by, going home to Grace's arms became tiring, he didn't want her, he wanted the rich girl who had a child alone and had to work as a barmaid to survive, but that woman didn't exist.
Leaving Grace and going back to Small Heath was one of the most humiliating things Tommy ever went through, his family (mainly Polly) constantly mocked him and the neighbors whispered behind his back.
Eventually, he moved on, deciding to focus on business. He was lonely again but it was alright for him, at least that way he wasn't hurt, soon the idea of marriage and children left his head, these sort of things would never be proffered to men like him anyway.
Years went by and stubborn as he was, Tommy kept trying, he wouldn't admit he hated to be alone all the time. He had May Carleton, Tatiana Petrovna, Jessie Eden and Lizzie Stark. He wished May, Lizzie or even Jessie had made his heart beat stronger, but they never did.
After eight years hopping from place to place, Tommy accepted he was unlovable. He couldn't stop working and women couldn't deal with it, he didn't blame them for it. After all, he had lost so many, he had no parents, no wife or long term partner, no children and somehow he managed to lose John and Polly too.
In the year of 1930, Tommy spent New Year's alone as an old, lonely, chainsmoker and alcoholic man at the corner of the Garrison. Whiskey ran in his veins and smoke stained his lungs, killing him faster than he imagined, not that he cared for that, as far as he was concerned he was dead already.
The pub was empty and dark, not many people spent New Year's alone. So when a tiny voice approached him, he was surprised.
"Can I sit here?"
Tommy looked up to a woman in a black dress, modest make-up and a ring hanging from her necklace. He quickly assumed she was a widow.
"You're not scared of me?" he asked.
"Should I be?"
"Do you know who I am?"
"Well, I just moved from United States so no," she shrugged off, "I just want someone to watch the fireworks with,"
Heavily sighing, Tommy kicked off a chair for her to sit down. He had no idea that from now on he wouldn't be lonely anymore.
At first, he was bothered by her presence, every glance and word was hesitant, they watched the fireworks and made small talk.
He thought she was looking for sexual relief after losing her husband, but she wasn't, they spent the night drinking together and she didn't flirt with him for one second at least. That made him intrigued, people usually don't get close to him without hidden intentions.
He knew he shouldn't and like every other relationship, it would probably fail, but he couldn't resist seeing her again, he needed to know why she came at him.
Shamelessly, Tommy asked her on a date which she hesitantly accepted, at the end of it she kissed his cheek and went inside, not giving any chance or implying she wanted to romance him. It was news to him, a woman trying to befriend him, he didn't even think of himself capable of this matter.
As months went by, her and Tommy became close, mainly because of her insistence on visiting his house with homemade biscuits, going to the cinema or walking to the stables.
When he told her he was an MP, she wasn't impressed, just like when he told her he was a businessman and a soldier. She didn't seem to care for the only things people got close to him for.
In the slow process of one year and eight months, Tommy fell for her. He married her and had a child with her, insisting on naming their daughter Lucy because it meant light, after so long in the dark, he finally found light.
Right now, waiting in his hotel room, he wasn't doing this only for himself, but for Lucy too.
Three knocks on the door were followed by a young woman entering the room, "Mr. Shelby? You've received my letter?"
"Mary Smith? Please sit down," Tommy ordered.
"Mr. Shelby, I-"
"You've made a serious accusation against my wife,"
"It's not an accusation, Henry Smith was my brother! She killed him!"
"Can you prove that, Mrs. Smith?" Tommy gulped.
"No, I don't know how the bitch made it, but my brother was a healthy man, he wouldn't have a heart attack out of the sudden,"
Tommy gritted his teeth hearing his wife being called a bitch. At the same time, insecurity weighed on his chest.
"If this stupid accusation is true, why would you tell me?" he asked.
"I know you had a child together, I don't know what this woman is capable of,"
"I see, you can go now," Tommy nodded, "but Mary, if I do a research and find out you're lying you'll find the same destiny as your brother,"
After Mary left, Tommy held his head in his hands, tearing up and fighting the knot in his throat. His dear Y/N, a murderer, his beloved wife, a murderer, the mother of his child, a murderer.
Surely, he was a murderer too, but it wasn't the same, hypocrisy or not, Tommy feared for Lucy's safety, he wouldn't let Y/N near her. To make matters worse, the phone rang loudly, he picked up and heard his wife's voice,
"Tommy? Baby?" she greeted, "Baby, can you hear me?"
"Yes, I can hear you,"
"Your voice is raspy, are you alright?"
"Yes, I'm fine, love," he hid the angst, "I miss you,"
"I miss you too, when you're coming home?"
"I have some things to finish first,"
"I see, call me before you catch the flight, so I'll know you're safe,"
"I will,"
"Uhm, are you busy?"
"Yeah,"
"You're acting strange, baby, did something happen?" she worried, usually Tommy asked many questions and kept her tuned with the deals he made.
"No, nothing happened, I just-" he sighed, "Y/N, I have to hang up now,"
"Okay," she muttered, "I love you,"
"I know," Tommy said before putting the phone down.
Mixed feelings clouded his mind, he wished he never got Mary's letter, he wished his wife was the woman she presented herself as and he wished to still be unaware of her past.
Standing up to pour himself a whiskey glass, Tommy felt no regrets in no longer being sober, he didn't care much for the matter now that he had research to do.
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As the driver parked the car in front of the Arrow House, Tommy had no desire to get off of it, facing reality would hurt and so would carry on with his plan. His heart was broken, but he wouldn't risk Lucy's safety.
Entering the house, he heard high heels coming at him, Y/N carried Lucy and greeted him with a big smile. She wrapped one arm around him, watching out to not disturb their asleep daughter.
"I missed you so much," she whispered in his ear, "you didn't call,"
"I forgot," he took the baby from her arms, "but I'm here now,"
"Tsk, I suppose," she scoffed, "but you made me worried, baby,"
"Why don't you tell Frances to serve some tea and light up the fireplace, eh?" he dismissed.
Without answering, she left the room, for the first time since they met, Tommy noticed how cold her eyes were.
Heavily sighing, he rubbed his tired ones, there was ten of fifteen minutes before she was out of his life forever. Kissing Lucy's forehead, he gave her to the babysitter before heading to his office.
Y/N was looking through the window when he entered the place, two hot cups of tea were placed on his desk and some of the decorations were out of place, meaning someone had gone through his belongings.
She turned to him with a tiny smile, pulling the chair for him to sit down before taking the other seat in front of him.
Being face-to-face with her, Tommy glanced at her neck. She once wore a ring hanging on a thin gold chain, but as a sign of respect to both him and her deceased husband, she removed the small diamond stone from the ring to turn it into a discreet necklace.
"How was America?" she suddenly asked, blowing on her cup of tea.
"Nice, made me wonder why you moved out of it,"
She arched her eyebrows in surprise, usually he called the United States, especially New York, a loud nation with savage people, only truly enjoying the natural views of isolated places.
"What changed your mind about my homeland?"
"I realized," he shrugged off, "perhaps I was the old fashioned one, there's too many positive points for you to just turn your back on," he pointed out.
"You know after my husband's death I couldn't stand staying at home,"
"There's fucking fifty states, love, why move so far?"
"Aren't you glad I did?" she put her cup down a bit too harshly, "We wouldn't have met if I didn't,"
"Oh, I am," he nodded, "just find it weird,"
"Why?"
"You never really mentioned your husband, nothing more than the surname he gave ya,"
"...you're my husband," she hissed.
"The other one, the one you killed,"
"What?! Baby, what are you talking about?!" her eyes widened.
"I know, Y/N," he mumbled.
"Whatever they told you is not true," she teared up.
"No one told me anything, I have proof,"
"What proof? I could never do that, you know me, I'm your wife!" she gripped on the edge of his desk.
"Mary Smith wrote me a letter and I've done my research," he spoke, "you killed him for money I assume, then you moved to England and found me,"
Listening to his explanation, her desperate features turned into a blank face. She clenched her jaw and argued, "It's different with you, baby,"
Tommy scoffed in disbelief and she continued, "It's true, I killed my husband but I love you,"
His only reaction was a gulp, he knew outing her wouldn't be easy. However, it was hard to forget the life they built together and not to fall for her lies.
"Why should I believe you?"
"Because it's true," she emotionlessly replied, "we're married, we have a child, all because I came at you,"
"And I always wondered why would you, now I know," he drawled, "dark knows dark,"
"So let it be dark," she reached for his hand across the desk, "I love you, Thomas,"
Checking his pocket watch, Tommy sighed, "I love you too,"
Suddenly, the police blasted through the office's doors. Y/N stood up, but quickly gave up resisting, a cop grabbed and handcuffed her. During the operation, her eyes never left his.
Tommy followed after as she was taken away, not a single tear ran down her face while he had to blink his away. Before they crossed the front door, she turned to him and finished,
"Tommy?"
"Hm?"
"When I get out of jail," she hesitated, "I'll take my child away from England and I'll be a widow twice,"
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Novel Spoilers: Lout Of The Count's Family: A Theory
Cales unknown affinity to animals, it was a throw away line from the series but what if that line was the series pointing it out? Here's my evidence:
Eruhaben the ancient dragon takes to Cale quite quickly, even if it was originally out of curiosity. But even after his curiosity was gone he still hangs around. That could be due to Raon, but he has called Cale 'his child'.
The cat kids, On and Hong who were originally wary of him suddenly aren't, one could say it's because he fed them, but they are used to being ignored or hated, so do you think that one meal would be enough to gain their trust 'but he gave them food two times?'. Yes, but they didn't know he knew that they were beast people.
Raon. He was cruelly abused by humans and all it takes to get him to follow Cale is one decent speech? Even after Cale stated he did not want a dragon following him he kept following Cale, why?
Bear tribe mainly follow Cale due to being threatened at first, but even after the war it never mentioned them leaving? I don't think Cale would be one to keep troublesome beings like the bear tribe around if he didn't have to.
Muller, one would say he stays cause he's rewarded good, but would that good a pay be worth being in constant fear of your life (his fear of On & Hong)? I don't think so
There are many more examples, but I do not feel like writing them all down, so I'll just give a list.
The other dragons, Rex, the Tiger tribe, the Penguin tribe letting him perform a play against the white star in their village, the elementals even though they're not technically animals.
So, yeah, the list is pretty long, but it's not just exclusive to animals, examples
Dark elves trusting him so easily
The elves not treating him like sh*t
The gods (e.g GoD, sun god, god of despair, etc)
The White Stars odd want for Cale to join him
Duke Fredo care for him, not just his blood
Now why does this happen? My theory: his transmigration. His soul does not belong in his body, and all the mentioned Animals/people have an affinity for sensing mana of nature, so maybe they're drawn to the displacement of his soul. Like, maybe the GoD messing with his soul is unconsciously drawing the to him, but that's just a theory, have a good day, thanks for reading.
#lout of the count’s family#lcf cale henituse#lcf#lcf cale#fan theory#manga theory#novel spoilers#lcf novel#novel theory
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The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood
Series Summary: Lori "Babycakes" Tate swore she would never date a biker but when her life is in danger, she is put under the protection of a small club known as The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood. She suddenly finds herself attracted to not one, but five bikers.
A reverse harem, biker AU.
Part One Summary: After her parents death, Lori is back at the club she grew up in and finds herself being sent away with an attractive but completely unknown biker.
Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC, Walter Marshall x OFC, Mike x OFC, Geralt x OFC, August Walker x OFC
Word Count: Approx. 3.3k
Warnings:
Series Warnings:
Reverse harem, age gap (OFC 23, ages range from 23 to mid 40s), oral sex (male and female receiving), unprotected p in v sex, anal sex, group sex, masturbation, praise kink, mentions of body fluids, drug use, recreational drinking, sex work, criminal activities, mention of death, violence, use of weapons, mentions of war, mentions of abuse, angst, fluff, probably a lot more that I will add as they come up.
Part One Warnings:
Mention of death, drug use, violence, body fluids, slight angst, blink and you'll miss it implication of smut.
Authors Note: I've been working on this story for about nine months, maybe more? I keep thinking I'm going to forget about it, but it keeps worming its way back into my brain and the only way to purge it is to write it and post it, so I woke up this morning and decided fuck it, post it.
I have a heap of people to thank for discussing the story with me and for beta reading. Because it's been such a long process, if I have forgotten you, I sincerely apologise. So thanks a million to @amberangel112 @henryobsessed @littlefreya @nashibirne
I hope you enjoy it!
Divider made by me. Edited by me, there will be errors.
Masterlist
Parts Masterlist
Part Two
Lori
When I noticed the gathering started winding down and some of the out of state clubs began to leave, I was able to breathe a little easier for the first time in two weeks.
Although I thought it unlikely that the uneasy truce of a wake would be disturbed by anything more than a punch up, I still worried about it and the subsequent attention of the media and the cops. I had hopes that my face wouldn't be plastered all over the news, but it seemed a little unlikely given the scrutiny that the funeral had been under. I was under no illusions that my brother would escape unscathed.
Thinking of my brother made me glance at Nate.
I sighed; It was a good thing the media weren’t here now, and the cops were too chicken shit to try and breach the walls of the compound.
With a rolled-up $50 note up his nose and two women hanging off him, Nate was the epitome of the biker stereotype. His dirty blonde hair hung to his shoulders, his face was hardened and scarred, making him seem older than his thirty years, as did the tattooed cursive on his forehead just beneath his hairline.
Nate took his hit, throwing his head back and wiping at his nose. He grinned as he sniffed and handed the note to one of the girls. I could hear his snort across the room and above the thrumming beat of the dance music; his nostrils must be fucked.
From what I knew, he’d been like this for days, and although normally he tried to hide the extent of his drug habit from me, the fact he was openly high and allowing one of the girls to rub his crotch showed how far gone he was.
I’d like to think his behaviour was a one off, that it was his way of dealing with Mum and Dad's death. But I doubted it.
So much had changed since I last spent any time at the clubhouse to the point where it was almost unrecognisable. The common room used to be homey despite being in an industrial building; carpeted with soft sofas, plush rugs and sturdy wooden coffee tables. Now it was like a nightclub, complete with stripper poles, black and red leather sofas, smoky glass topped tables, and neon lights.
I hated it.
Crossing my legs, I started to get angry. I used to love coming here when Dad was President, seeing all my uncles and their families. Even memories of the sweets and sodas the guys used to sneak me behind my mother’s back wasn’t enough to calm my mood. Thoughts of the last few times I was here were too vivid. Seeing what my father and brother had become and the way my uncles had stopped seeing me as a little girl made me stop coming here about five years ago. It was also about the time Mum had finally decided to divorce Dad.
I’d had enough, seen enough. Nate didn’t even appear to be on planet earth anymore; he won’t notice if I slip out. I’ll just go home, have a long bath, maybe call Jake and invite him over.
As stealthily as I could, I got my bag and nearly made it to the small cut out of the closed roller door when a Prospect laid a hand roughly on my wrist. His fingers dug into my skin painfully and he pulled my arm with a short jerk, bringing me closer, until my body bumped into his.
“Hooks wants a word,” he said, all smug and grinning as if this idiot knew what Nate would want with me.
I didn’t know him, but I knew a million like him, and he thinks he knows me. He thinks I’m just another girl, one of the desperate groupies who hang around hoping to tame a wild biker or use them for drugs or clout. He obviously didn’t know Nate was my brother, or he’d never lay a hand on me.
Looking down at my wrist, I smirked before raising my eyes, letting as much of my anger seep through as I dared. I may have been out of the life for years, but I still knew how to play the game.
“I suggest you remove your hand, Prospect before…”
I didn’t get to finish my warning as a fist smashed into the boy’s face. His nose made a sickening crunch followed by a crimson spray of blood which splattered on the floor barely missing my heels.
The fist belonged to Hustle who was grinning like a Cheshire cat at the chance to expel some pent up aggression. He was Nate’s Sergeant at Arms, his enforcer, and my father’s before that. He loved a bit of a fight, but he wasn’t crazy, his violence was usually held on a tight leash.
“Fuck off, pup,” he growled. His eyes danced, obviously not 100% sober, but it was alcohol rather than drugs that Hustle preferred.
The Prospect held his nose and his tongue, but the fiery hatred that burned in his eyes couldn’t be hidden.
“Hooks wants her,” he managed to say, spitting blood onto the concrete floor.
“I’ll take her to her brother,” Hustle said, amused at the way the Prospect's face went white and his eyes widened. Hustle chuckled as the Prospect mumbled apologies to me and scampered away.
“Think he’ll make it?” I asked Hustle when he turned back to me.
Hustle shrugged, it wasn’t really his decision to make but being a senior member of the club, his opinion had weight.
“Takes a punch like a champ, that’s a good sign.” Then he smiled at me, “You alright, Babycakes?”
I mirrored his smile, I couldn’t help it; until two weeks ago no one had called me Babycakes in years. I had almost forgotten the nickname until I was suddenly and violently thrust back into this world.
The name had been bestowed on me when I was a kid. I had complained bitterly that everyone else I knew had a cool nickname and I wanted one too. I can’t remember who first called me that, it was probably Hustle himself. He was one of the few guys in the club I still trusted, he never made a pass at me as I grew into a woman, and that had meant a lot to me at the time. It still did.
“Yeah, I’m good. What does Nate want?”
“Dunno,” Hustle lied smoothly.
I rolled my eyes at him, and he shrugged again. He’d defend me against anyone, but his loyalty was to the club before anything and anyone else, including me.
“C’mon,” he said, putting a soft hand on my upper back and guiding me gently but firmly to my father’s old office.
The room was one thing that Nate hadn’t changed in the years since he’d slowly taken over Dad’s empire. The office was still clad in rich wood panelling, painted blood red, with black accents. Various memorabilia filled the room including a large fresco of the club’s Colours which drew the eye to the wall behind my father’s dark timbre desk. I remember when Dad commissioned it, he had been so proud to show it off.
Nate was standing near the desk, talking to another biker I’d never met before. I didn’t remember seeing him at the funeral, but there were a lot of out of towners there.
He was good looking enough, with close cropped hair, a scruffy dark brown beard and bright blue eyes that seemed intelligent but still had that familiar aura of danger that I used to think all men possessed. Physically broad and well built, he didn’t strike me as a guy who indulged in vices the way Nate and most of his club did. He seemed fit, if a little soft around the edges; he had the body of a strong man rather than a bodybuilder. His thick arms were visible below the sleeves of his black t-shirt, revealing black and grey tattoos of engines, flames, smoke and skulls. Memento Mori was written in cursive across his throat, though it was partially hidden by his beard. My Brother’s Keeper was etched along one forearm and Never Alone across the other, both in the same elaborate script and gaudy silver and gold rings encircled nearly all his fingers. He would make an imposing figure to anyone who hadn’t grown up with men like him.
His jacket was hanging on the back of one of the chairs in front of my father’s desk. I couldn’t place the colours, except of course for the 1% patch. He had to be from out of state, I knew all the clubs in Nevada, but I had never heard of The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood and the large wolf’s head howling at the moon was too recognisable for me to have forgotten a patch like that.
Out of Town nodded towards me as I entered the room. I thought I saw a flicker of recognition in his eyes; maybe he had been at the funeral after all. He seemed polite and business-like on the surface, but his eyes studied me intently, lingering briefly on my breasts.
To be fair though, his gaze was practically that of a gentleman’s in this world so I let it slide and nodded back to him before lazily flopping on one of the leather sofas, hoping my casualness would hide my apprehension.
“What do you want, Nate?” I asked, hoping I sounded terse rather than worried.
“I need to talk to you about some things,” he said, sounding surprisingly level-headed considering the copious amounts of drugs he’s been taking. The words ‘functional addict’ crossed my mind.
“I’ve been here all day, hell, I’ve been around for nearly two weeks. You’ve had all that time to talk to me, now I’m tired and I want to go home. Can’t we talk about it tomorrow?”
“The contact only just got finalised,” he explained.
“A contract?” I shook my head. “No. You know I don’t want to know anything about—”
“This contract is about you,” Nate interrupted.
I blinked and looked from Nate to Out of Town to Hustle and back to Nate. “Excuse me?”
“For your protection,” Nate added.
“I’m not in the life, I don’t—”
“Neither was your mum, Babycakes,” Hustle said softly.
I felt a sudden chill at Hustle’s words. I could believe that in my brother’s drug-addled state he was being overprotective, or plain paranoid, but Hustle wasn’t prone to exaggeration.
Hustle had loved Mum and not in a way that was disrespectful. He seemed to admire her, respecting her fidelity and steadfastness. There weren’t a lot of women like Mum in the circle’s Hustle ran in. Most women wanted to play the bad boy game, they liked the danger of a biker, the excitement of an untameable man. Love was rarely long term, and Hustle knew that as well as anyone after three failed marriages.
It wasn’t just the women who didn’t stick around, most of the men couldn’t keep their cocks in their pants. Even Dad had been known to screw around on occasion while he was still married to Mum. It was the life and it was another reason I avoided it.
“You said she was collateral damage, you said she wasn’t a target,” I said to Hustle, unable to keep the accusation of dishonesty from my tone.
“New information has come to light,” Nate responded and I turned my ire towards him with a glower. He raised a finger at me and continued, “Specific threats against all our families. Most of the guys have already moved their women and kids out of state, and since I don’t have a woman or kids, the threat is on the last of my family. You.”
I knew where this was going now. The past two weeks had been intense and not just because of my parents death. Everywhere I went I needed permission from Nate and if he did let me leave, it was with Hustle or one of the other senior club members. I thought it was because of the cops or media attention.
“Fuck.” I dropped my head into my hands.
It’s not the first time I’ve had to leave the state. Hell, once a few years ago, Mum and I had to go to Canada and stay with a friendly club up there for three months. Anger boiled in me, I thought I was out, free from this shit. I should have known better, no one ever truly leaves the life.
“How long?” I asked.
“Until the threat is eliminated,” Nate said matter of factly. I could have smacked him.
“Fucking hell!”
“I’m sorry, Lori.”
I looked up at Nate. He never apologised and although it seemed genuine, it didn’t diminish my anger. He obviously felt guilty about something and I wondered how much to blame he was for what was going on; how badly he had fucked up? However, the appearance of regret in Nate’s eyes was fleeting, and he became cold and business-like again.
“This is Syverson,” Nate pointed to Out of Towner, “His club specialises in protection. You’ll be going with him to their clubhouse just outside of Dallas and waiting it out with them.”
“Texas? Across half the fucking country? Come on, Nate, really? I thought you meant New Mexico or California.”
“It’s where I live,” Syverson finally spoke up.
His voice surprised me. He was a southerner and his drawl was subtle but it was there, and his tone was soothingly deep.
“We take long term protection cases back to the clubhouse. It’s secure and well fortified and more guys to share the load,” Syverson smiled at me. I suppose he meant for it to be reassuring, but it came across as patronising.
“You’ll leave tonight,” Nate said. “All the clubs leaving is good cover; no one will notice another biker and his old lady heading out.”
“Wait, we’re going on his bike? To Dallas? That’ll take a week!” My thighs and hips groaned at the prospect. That’s a long time on a bike and I haven’t ridden that far in years.
“Three days, if we make some headway tonight,” Syverson said and like a mind reader he added, “We’ll stop plenty to stretch your legs, sugar.”
I raised my eyebrows at ‘sugar’, but Nate didn’t blink. Hustle gave him some side-eye that Syverson caught but ignored. That was interesting. Despite never hearing of him before, for Hustle to let it go meant this guy, or his club, or both, had some serious clout.
Looking at the three men I could see no way out of this; my shoulders slumped and I gave up. My parents were dead, my brother was a criminal and a drug addict, and I was being pulled back into a world I thought I had left behind. I wanted to cry, but I knew I couldn’t show any sign of weakness, so I stayed angry instead. I figured it would be better to give in and go with Syverson and try to worm my way home later. I knew Nate well enough that if I tried to fight him he wouldn’t be above handcuffing me to Syverson and basically allowing him to kidnap me.
I looked again at Syverson. He stared back at me, not trying to stare me down like a lot of bikers do, but as if he were trying to show me he had nothing to hide. His eyes didn’t waver as they held mine, no sign of shifty glances, no sign that he wasn’t who he appeared to be. He was either trustworthy or an extremely good actor. Not even my brother could look at me like that.
“I’ll have to go home, pack and change,” I said, waving a hand over my black dress. There was no way I could get on a bike in my tight pencil skirt and maintain any dignity. “You’ll let me do that, right?”
Nate grinned and nodded. “Hustle will drive you home in the van, Syverson will follow, get you packed and then you’ll leave tonight.”
Gritting my teeth I dipped my head to Nate. He returned the gesture and I saw again the brief look of guilt in his eyes. I glanced at Hustle, but he was already walking out the door.
I followed Hustle and Syverson through the clubhouse and got into the van, barely registering what was going on. I had too many thoughts in my mind and I was already mentally making a list of what to pack. I knew I’d have to pack light, bikes weren’t exactly ideal for hauling luggage.
I clenched my fists in frustration as Hustle drove out of the compound. Three days on a bike, plus God only knows how long I was supposed to be at the clubhouse. There was no way I’d have enough space for all the clothes and other things I would normally take like books, my laptop and my hair straightener.
I sighed heavily and looked out the window. It was already dark and I was a little hungry, but my anger and nervousness masked most of the pangs I felt in my belly.
“It's going to be okay, Babycakes,” Hustle said, confidently “The Club’s been through shit like this before and we’ve come good.”
“Back when you had Dad,” I pointed out, “He always had a cool head for situations like this.”
“Hook’s is up to it.”
“Yeah? Think he’ll lay off the coke long enough to think rationally? It was probably something dumb he did to get the Club in the shit in the first place.”
“Babycakes,” Hustle said with a warning tone in his voice.
“Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me he didn’t fuck with the wrong guy or get too greedy. Tell me exactly why I’m being shipped off?”
“You know I can’t tell you that.”
“Of course not. I’m just a fucking mushroom y’all keep in the dark and feed me shit.”
Hustle chuckled and I stared daggers at him, crossing my arms and raising my eyebrows.
“You’re cute when you get angry, Babycakes.”
“Fuck you,” I growled, but my lips twitched and I had to suppress a grin, Hustle was just too damn likeable.
I stared out the window again and saw in the side mirror that a single headlight was following us. It must be my ride.
“What do you know about him?” I tilted my head towards Syverson riding behind us. “Do you know anything about him?”
“Supposedly ex-military, but that's just a rumour. They're all supposedly ex-something, but…” Hustle shrugged.
“No one knows?”
Hustle shook his head.
“Do you know anything about the club, The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood? I’ve never heard of them.”
“Not much, except that they’re small, selective and secretive. They’ve got a good reputation, powerful despite their size, specialising in protection and a few other things.”
I nodded slowly. It didn’t make sense to me that a small nonaffiliated club from halfway across the country would take me in. Always before when I was sent away, it had been to a branch of my fathers club, or one they were heavily associated with. It must be costing Nate a fortune for the club to work with him.
“It’s bad isn’t it, Hustle?” I asked softly, feeling a small spike of fear working its way into my gut.
“Just do what they tell you to and you'll be fine, Babycakes.” Hustle laid a gentle hand on my knee and gave me a fatherly pat before putting his hand back on the wheel. “They’ll take good care of you. They’re to be trusted.”
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Bye to Wind and Lightning
TLDR: I AM WHINY AND IM GOING TO MOVE BLOGS TO A SMALLER ONE WHERE NOBODY KNOWS ME. EITHER @kikuneesama FOR GENERAL STUFF OR @konohamaru-sensei FOR ANIME STUFF.
Did you know that in 2020 when the pandemic held us all in a chokehold I decided to reread One Piece and Bleach, but consciously decided not to touch Naruto, as if I knew that I'd be sucked in real bad if I read it again? I was right. In 2021, I randomly thought "No, I will read it now" and then I did and boom I talked about nothing else for that summer and to channel my thoughts I made this blog right here separate from my main and not as a sideblog. I wanted to start completely over at a different place.
I had a terrible summer in 2021, constant mental breakdown. I don't want to bore you with the details because you don't care, but just being back doing the stuff I loved when I was 16 was such a blessing. I was truly happy in the first months here, especially with the discord servers and the oc talk and the friends I made. My boyfriend commented on it all the time, that I looked so very happy. And I was! But these things never stay.
The problem with me is, I want community, I want to talk headcanons and to bitch about characters I don't like and promote ships I love and cry and laugh and hug all of you for liking the same things as me and at the same time I'm terrified of rejection, of people hating me, of people spreading lies behind my back. I guess school does traumatise you in some way.
I can't survive in a cutthroat fandom like this one, I take things too personally too quickly. I don't understand that if you, a normal person with your own wishes, likes a thing I don't like or dislike a thing I like it doesn't mean you automatically hate me. You are just a different person and that is ok! It's not you. It's me. NO I'm not just saying that. It really is me.
Did you know that when I started out here I didn't tag my stuff? Especially not my OC stuff (and I still rarely tag it). The fear that someone might find it, hate on it, send me hate, make fun of it etc, sits so deep that I rather have my work not be seen at all. Yet, I need the attention to keep going because without the reblogs and likes and asks I feel like an utter failure.
My boyfriend says I am not good with the public eye on me and he is probably right. I envy those of you who can stand their ground and be self confident in their arguments. I envy those who don't care what others say, who can block and move on, who don't get a knot in their stomach when someone they had nice interactions with unfollows. I shouldn't care, but I do.
On my first tumblr blog I never looked at my followers, I never got asks either or was deep in fandom or anything, but I reblogged my stuff and posted my thoughts and was feeling good. I love tumblr, its the best social media out there for a reason. Yet, with this one, I got so self conscious about my followers, about what I can and can't say. If my presence would offend or not etc etc.
I was kinda looking forward to 1000 Followers because it is an insane number, but now at 997 I'm throwing in the towel. Isn't that like giving up before the finish line? Maybe, but I'm so tired and I want to be unknown again. I want to be nobody again. I want the naruto fandom to move on and forget I was ever here.
So I'm leaving! Sorry, I guess! At least for a good while. I might be back to finish the requests still pending on this account and then disappear again, but I don't know if I'll ever permanently come back. If you by any chance really, really really care about my presence, you can find me under @kikuneesama as a general spam blog with all sorts of things and under @konohamaru-sensei for anime-only stuff. This is also where my Naruto posting will be moving.
If you are a moot I will follow you from Kikuneesama again.
Thanks, I guess, for over two years of hanging out. I'm sorry I am such a lame loser.
One thing is for sure: Though I am moving to a blog named after Konohamaru, Kakashi will always be my love.
tschüss und auf wiedersehen,
~Nisi
PS: I'll q this a couple of times so I'm sorry if you have to see it a few times in the next few days. I swear I'll be gone after that.
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Hey guys, it's me my new account,
Today I will would like to apologize for mistake and hateful anything okay, here some story about Why send of Death Threat for not drawing dragon fire Kirby sleeping and not taking request,
Here some story
On June 2, 2023. I sent the Request dragon fire Kirby sleeping at inbox as anon to ferahntics.
Moment Hours later, Ferahntics didn't draw dragon fire Kirby sleeping and not taking request. Ferahntics said "I'm sorry anon, I will not taking request, if I do I will post on future"
Five Months Later On Nov 30, 2023. He was so angry for not drawing dragon fire Kirby and not taking request since five months ago, I used on phone and sent to death threat as anon,
Moments Later. Ferahntics is saw the death threat and hateful message for not drawing dragon fire Kirby sleeping and not taking request, and then ferahntics is posted said "What is Happening"
2 hours later. Ferahntics is Blocked me for sending death threat and Hateful Message.
And Later, I used on another account on Computer, I using Website and Pixlr E, then I Edit on profile picture, these are Photos like Michael de Santa from GTA V, and Unknown Hanging image, and I send to inbox and hateful message as anon,
And moment later Ferahntics is posted and said "To anons sending me death threats, and gore images and wishing I get killed or s'xually assaulted"
7 Hours Later Ferahntics are Posted and repost two times and then Hundreds of User are Blocking Me,
8 Hours Later on Dec 1, 2023.
I Tried to Apologize like a childish or Logan Paul like saint, or something? And I posted and tried to apologize three times,
5 hours later, Ferahntics has reposted said "I'd love to leave this post alone, but they had the guts to make another account and send me the most insincere, most childish, most ridiculous '''apologies''' that make Logan Paul look like a saint. New account is sleepinglovers293return so block that for ya'll safety too."
And then Hundred of User are Blocking me Again,
That's all of story.
Ferahntics must be proud and support
Thanks to all of support and I'm appreciated for Blocked by Hundred of User.
And I'm sorry for sending hateful message and death threat and g*re image.
I Promise I will not sending death threat, g*re image, and Hateful Message,
Hope you like some story
So I was gonna ignore this but this just pisses me off an unbelievable amount, so a lot of swearing incoming.
You sent me endless messages wishing I die, how you'll kill me, how you'll SA me, how you'll torture me all because I didn't want to draw your request because my requests were closed.
And you know what? If my requests would've been open, I PROBABLY would've done it! Cause I didn't think anything of it, I didn't know it was a fetish thing, I learned that later. And after all of this, absolutely won't do it.
And now you have the fucking audacity to spam me once again with the worst apologies with fucking gifs of Homer from Simpsons begging, still use the false identities as to apologize - as if that somehow undoes anything??
Do you think I'm just gonna ignore this and pretend like nothing happened and let bygones be bygones? After all of these disgusting messages about actual things that can impact people VERY badly and cause them spiral? Or go through a traumatic episode just because you got a little bit mad cause I didn't indulge in your fetish which I didn't even know about?
You wanna know what would be the best thing for you to do right now? Stop making new accounts, quit spamming me and anyone else, and take a long-ass pause and reevaluate yourself and how you go about it, because none of this should be thrown around so freely. I don't care 'its the internet, who cares' - because no matter how many times you say that, there will always be people who will get scarred very badly just because you can't handle your hissy fits.
And if there is anything I can do about it, I WILL make this shit known, because I'm lucky enough to not be mentally affected by your nonsense. Someone else, however, might take it extremely badly. That being said, I WILL mention all of your account names, because I REFUSE to let someone else have this shit spammed.
Until you can prove you've changed and matured, I will not accept any apologies - I don't owe it to you - and I WILL keep updating with your account names.
Sincerely,
get the fuck off of my page.
#sorry for the long post but I feel like I've been extremely patient with this#i think i'm allowed to be mad in this case#i genuinely hope you can learn from this and avoid this in the long run#but seeing how you've been pushy with others?? it makes me think otherwise#and also ty for this ask and admitting you were the anon sending me all that shit so you can't say it was hearsay
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