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bratphilia · 11 months

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grasp (w. afton x reader)

request: "I don’t really have a coherent story (just some thots) but i’d kill for some sort of smuttyyy ficlet that has the reader who is very short as in 4 foot 10 and has petite features (just like me 😵‍💫) being picked up and slung over Matthew Lillard!William Afton’s shoulder 🥴🥴 Include reader being scared and trying to wriggle free??? (due to her seeing or knowing something she shouldn’t have about Raglan) and some name-calling like ‘little one’, ‘good girl’ & ‘atta girl’ 🤤 - 🧸"

note: hi nonniebear!! i'm sorry if this fic is a little rushed but i tried to stay true to what you requested! hope you enjoy and feel free to keep sending in more ideas :)

pairing: steve raglan / william afton x reader

tags: bondage, praise kink, fingering, squirting, begging

fuck. you're really in for it now.

this yellowish, decaying rabbit stalks towards you, and there are four, sentient and bloodthirsty animatronics behind you.

you're stuck.

even worse, the rabbit came from the entrance, so if you were to try to make your escape that way there was a likelihood of you running into his knife.

"please," you find yourself pleading. "please don't kill me."

the rabbit laughs menacingly and bends down to your level. "how about this? i'll give you a head start."

without any further questions you bolt through the maze of halls and towards the office. you crouch down in front of the vent the rabbit was referring to and unscrew the bolts barricading it. thank god you're small enough to fit in the vents. this might actually work.

then you hear unmistakeable, thumping footsteps coming towards you.

it only hurries your actions. your heart rate rapidly increases. the screws are so aged with rust that it's hard to—

the door opens with a loud thud. you scream at the noise, and again when you're being lifted off the ground. it's the yellow rabbit.

it slings you over its shoulder with unmatched strength. you wail incoherent words and pleas as you pound the back of the suit with balled fists.

"help me!" you scream out to no one. "somebody help!"

the rabbit wordlessly carries you down the hall, to one of the locked doors you dared not to venture into during your shifts. it carried you down a couple stairs and then set you on a dentist-office-style chair.

at this point tears are rolling down your face. eyes are shut in fear of looking your captor in the eyes. uncontrollable sobs escape your mouth, praying that these aren't your final moments. then the rabbit wraps both hands (paws?) around your wrists and holds them to the arm handles so that restraints can bolt around them.

"oh, save it," he says, clearly annoyed with your crying. "i've heard it all before, you don't deserve to die, and all that."

your eyes shoot open. the rabbit's voice no longer sounds robotic and you realize you actually recognize it.

in a very dramatic fashion, it's steve raglan. your career counsellor, a.k.a the man who got you this job in the first place.

he almost looks ridiculous in the rabbit suit, which admittedly doesn't add much to his already sizeable frame, but you can't find the humor in the situation in which you could be seconds away from dying in.

"why?" you find yourself asking, suddenly more curious than hysteric. "why give me this job if you were just going to kill me in the end?"

"because you got a little too close to the truth, and for some reason, those brats up there were unable to take care of the job themselves," he snarls resentfully. he must be referencing the animatronics. it makes sense now— the kids in the drawings with the yellow rabbit on the wall.

"it was you. you killed those kids."

steve gives you a horrible smile. one that almost makes you weak, with that dimple you recognize from many conversations in his office. "you finally figured it out."

he walks behind you, shuffling around in the suit, and you crane your neck around to see him taking it off. he's wearing a white tee and dark purple slacks. he's not particularly muscular, but not thin either. it's a build specific to middle aged men. you hate to admit it, but your face flushes when you notice how large his hands are.

he catches you looking at him and smiles, cocking his head curiously. "see something you like, little night guard?" instantly you whip your head back around. your head is at a moral war with itself, with you being disappointed in yourself that you were actually checking out a child serial killer.

but steve doesn't leave it alone. once he abandons the suit, he swiftly strides over you. he places both hands on your restraints, caging you in. you shrink into yourself.

"i think," he says lowly, "i might have a different use for you, little one. one that we can both enjoy."

you swallow, not saying anything. steve reaches a hand up to slide down your face then cup your jaw. his hands are cold to the touch and it sends shivers down your spine.

you find your voice. "don't touch me."

"don't touch you? are you sure?" he says cockily and you can only glare at him in response.

"what if i just..." he trails off, sliding the hands on his face down your neck, your chest, abdomen, and eventually your core. he presses his hand there hard, making you jolt upwards and whimper. "so you don't want me to touch you, is what i'm hearing?"

fuck. this undeniably hot serial killer has you at his disposal and you can't help but feel turned on. if you're going to die, and your chances really aren't looking good for you, maybe you should just...

"please," you murmur, closing your legs so they trap his hand there.

"please, what?"

you swallow. "please fuck me."

"'atta girl." he grins from ear to ear. "y'know, all that begging you did earlier really did a number on me, but i must say i love this change of heart."

steve starts to undo the buttons of your slacks and begins to pull them down, leaving you bare in your underwear. it's at this point you realize how wet you are, and you try to relieve the tension in your core by squeezing your thighs together but he grabs your legs and presses them to your stomach. you're just so malleable to him.

he tugs off your panties and discards them mindlessly. "look at that," he marvels at your bare skin, "so pretty, little one."

you squirm against the restraints a little. at this point the anticipation will kill you faster than he will. you wish he would just touch you already, but you had to admit all his praises were only adding to your arousal.

steve decides to sit a little further down the chair and wordlessly plunges a finger inside your pussy. he goes deliberately slow, clearly gaging your reaction. "fuck," you mutter, and it takes all your strength to not buck your hips into his movements.

"you need this, don't you, sweet girl?" he muses, stopping the thrusting of his fingers, but still keeping them inside. "tell me."

"please, please, please..." tears coat your lashes from all the teasing. "'need it so bad."

he gives you a kind smile, one you haven't seen since you were back in his office. "good girls get what they ask for. "

steve slides in a second finger and begins to pump faster. it's an improvement but you find yourself needing more. you buck your hips up hoping he would get the message and he simply laughs lowly as he adds a third finger into the mix.

his pace gets progressively faster over time to your delight. the noises coming from your center is absolutely obscene. you can feel your juices dripping down onto the seat.

"ah — ah!" you cry out, feeling your orgasm nearing. "i'm coming — please, slow down—"

you squeeze your eyes shut. all the sudden the chair is abnormally wetter than you would have expected and— oh.

your face burns bright red. "i-i'm sorry..."

he's shocked, mouth agape and eyes slightly widened. then a wolfish grin spreads across his face. "don't you dare apologize, little one, let's try that again."

#william afton #steve raglan #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf smut #william afton x reader #william afton smut #fnaf x reader

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reztoru · 1 year

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tw / cw : Spoilers if you're not caught up in the manga!!!! Only fluff here

a/n : my contribution to reunion fics. missed my honey bun. </3

w/c : 792

Nothing could have prepared you for Satoru walking through your doors in the dead of night. Here you are, curled up on the couch with a tub of ice cream and teary eyes. You froze mid bite. With the spoon halfway to your mouth. Blinking, once, twice. Rubbing your eyes as he makes his way over to you.

"Thought you'd be a little more excited to see me."

You are; if he's real that is. You're not entirely convinced that he's in front of you. Thus you reach out with a shaky hand, and poke his cheek. The breath you let out is loud; you hadn't even realized you were holding it in.

"it's you," you whisper.

"It's me." Satoru gives you a lopsided smile.

You unravel yourself from your spot. Reaching timidly out to him again, repeating your words over and over. "it's you, it's you." And they slowly become a little incoherent as they morph into quiet sobs. He doesn't waste another second and scoops you into his arms.

What is there to say? Where do you even start?

"We can talk later." He mumbles, as if he knows.

You nod into his neck, burying yourself as far as you can go. Mumbling delicate words, "I missed you."

And you're not sure how reunions between lovers are supposed to go but you had thought that it would be grand and dramatic. Tears flooding the room, and loud wails filling up the spaces the salty waters couldn't reach.

This reunion is anything but loud. It's quiet Filled with shock and grief. There's nothing particularly grand about it. And the wails you had thought were going to come are breathless, trapped in your throat.

It takes a moment before he peels away from you. He bears a huge grin as he holds out a single flower — it's actually a weed. And it feels like for the first time in years, you smile. You chuckle, ready to break the news.

"That's a weed, pretty boy."

"Huh? I thought it was a flower."

You let out a breathy laugh. Taking the little weed into your hands. Eyes gazing on it tenderly as you do, "it's the thought that counts, I suppose."

"I was trying to be romantic. Hoped I could win your heart back if I picked you a bouquet on the way home."

"The bar is low, huh?" You nudge your nose against his cheek, "thank you."

Maybe your love is akin to the little weed he picked up. Unexpected, and with its own sense of beauty. Resilient in its pursuit to survive. Persistent and a little annoying. But through the right eyes they're just as beautiful as the moon flowers they find themselves sprouting next to.

"I missed you," he finally says.

And he sounds a little small; defeated. Nothing like the almighty image he carries. But it's only in the darkness does this side come out — the only time that's reserved for you.

You've found that nights are when lovers meet, because bustling life and busy schedules hold them apart. Or in this case; a box.

The sun tells them, no, the time is not now. But the moon, it welcomes them with open arms, offering the showers of domesticity they've come to enjoy.

This is where Satoru comes to meet you, in the space you've made home. It's only deep into the night where your love bursts into a vivid red glow. It's when he dances with you in your whispered laugh. And when he smiles as you give him a twirl, and it's as he takes you for a dip does his heart kiss yours.

The love you share shimmies around, hopping on its feet in the music you both make. And it simmers when you pull him in to rest against you. Continuing on with a soft sway to the white noise that lingers.

This is an intimacy that’s reserved for when souls collide in these cream coloured rooms. Where the walls are covered in memories and filled with pointless things. It’s where you'll find voices are barely above a soft murmur; scared they'll wake up the world.

And as the silence engulfs you, neither of you really mind. Truthfully, there’s nothing to say, or rather there’s nothing that hasn’t been said. Because even as still as the silence presents itself, it’s heavy and already carries that of which has been spoken before — and will be again.

And perhaps no words really need to be spoken when lovers reunite. The tenderness of touches speak for themselves. And as you both dance in this dimly lit room, you decide to end the night with the words that you've been waiting to say for a while now.

"Welcome home, my love."

#𓂃 ⋆｡°﹆ ⁞ spirit writes #im gonna write something better for him #i swear #gojou x reader #gojo x y/n #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo x you #gojo fluff #jjk x y/n #jjk x reader #jjk x you

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starstruckkittensweets · 1 year

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"Promise Me" | Gojo x Reader

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Reader Words: 2.3k

A/N: no one talk to me, this is my way of coping with the latest chapter. This week is not a fun one for us Gojo lovers. Also this scenario has probably been written a thousand times at this point (thanks a lot Gege) but here's my two cents on the matter (go figure, my first official Gojo post and he's fuckin dead)

Warnings: JJK 236 SPOILERS, mentions of fem!reader, nightmares, brief mentions of violence/gore, pet names (baby, sweets, pretty girl), very self-indulgent and I apologize for that

Nightmares are a common occurrence in your line of work; you knew that even before you agreed to take the job. Usually you can stand them when they hit. Staring into the shadows of your bedroom, wide eyes raking over every little thing inside, too scared to even move a muscle. Knowing that, once you do, the illusion will vanish. The fear will go away, bit by bit, until you feel comfortable enough to fall back asleep.

Till the next morning, when you can’t even remember what you were so afraid of.

But this time is different. Your body isn’t frozen at all; you don’t snuggle deeper into the blankets, praying that they’ll be enough to protect you from whatever creatures lurk in the night. In fact they’re suffocating—but even when you throw them off you’re still heaving like a madman. Cold sweat clamming up your skin. Hands trembling at your sides. Eyes nearly bursting from your skull when you realize the other side of the bed is empty.

Empty, empty—where is he? Where did he go?

Was your dream not actually a dream after all?

You’re shaking so hard when you force your way out of bed. Nearly toppling over your own two feet as you stumble out of the bedroom. The door’s cracked open, but there aren’t any lights on, where is he, where the fuck is he?!

Another step, round the corner, and suddenly you smack face first into something hard. A soft oof reaches your ears, and through the darkness and the veil of your tears, you can barely make out the two blue lights glowing at you from above.

“Whoa, careful! Sorry about that, almost didn’t see you there. What’re you doing up so late, baby?”

Your eyes are still blurry, no matter how many times you blink. But you can still see him, his hair messy from sleep, wearing nothing but a pair of old sweatpants. He offers a lazy smile, but it drops almost instantly when he sees the tears spilling down your burning cheeks.

“…Hey, what’s wrong?”

Maybe it’s the tender tone of his voice, the soft way he speaks those three simple words. Or maybe it’s the fact you can see his eyes dim ever so slightly, signaling he’s turned off his technique for the moment. Or maybe it’s just knowing that he’s here, still alive and breathing and in one fucking piece, that makes you lose control. (Not that you had very much to begin with, but still.)

He visibly jolts at the shrill wail that rips from your throat, his whole body rigid as you throw yourself against his chest. Tiny arms wrapped around his waist, nails digging into his muscular back. Almost as though you’re scared he’ll disappear, anchoring him to you with every bit of strength you have.

What does he do? You’re obviously in distress, but why? He’d just left to get a glass of water, he’d been gone for less than five minutes! And now you’re blubbering like a child into his bare chest, sobbing so loudly he’s surprised none of your neighbors have come banging on your door.

“Baby, come on,” he tries, but the pet name only seems to make you cry harder. He winces before taking hold of both your shoulders. He doesn’t bother trying to pry you away; no need to make you even more upset. “You gotta tell me what’s wrong. I can’t help you if I don’t know.”

Damn it, everything he’s saying is just making it worse. He hates seeing you cry like this. So tiny and frail, curling into his chest, incoherent words and noises spilling from your lips. You won’t answer him or let go of his body, no matter how many times he tries to convince you.

Does he just ride it out and let you finish? What if you pass out? Will you still remember any of this by the time you wake up tomorrow? Was it something he said earlier that made you this upset? He wracks his brain, trying to see if any of his earlier teasing struck a nerve within you. He doesn’t recall saying anything that could prompt this kind of reaction out of you…

Then again, what could? You’re his girl, his other half (as he’s quick to remind you and everyone else within earshot). Strong but soft, a capable sorcerer climbing the ranks with ease. You have an unshakeable character, sticking true to your values and morals no matter what. It’s one of the reasons why he fell in love with you in the first place. Not just anything could resort you to a crying, trembling mess in his arms.

He sucks in a deep breath and tries again. “Come on, tell me what’s wrong. I promise I’ll make it all better, I swear!”

And he’s just about to bribe you with some of the sweets he’s stashed away in the kitchen when you lift your head from his chest. Cheeks hot and tearstained, and yet you’re still so beautiful.

“S-sorry,” you barely manage to choke out. Your throat’s practically on fire, and you can already feel a monster of a headache coming on. “I…I had…”

He doesn’t say anything. He simply wipes your tears away with his thumb, waiting patiently for you to finish.

“…I had a bad dream…”

It sounds so fucking childish when you say it out loud. Should’ve just kept your mouth shut, gone back to bed once you saw he was okay. What do you expect he’ll do about it, huh? Not like he can erase your bad memories, no matter how strong he might be.

But that hole in your chest is still there, even after all that crying—

And you can’t help it anymore. You press your palms to your face, desperately trying to rid your fact of all those tears. Wanting to save at least some of your dignity before the night’s over.

A pair of warm hands close over your wrists, his touch surprisingly gentle as he pulls your hands away. Exposing your teary, blubbering face to those beautiful blue eyes. The mere thought makes you want to cry all over again.

“C’mon now, you’re too pretty to cry like that.” The corner of his mouth is quirked up in a smile, his messy hair hanging over his eyes as he tilts his head to meet your gaze. He catches another tear on his thumb, making sure to wipe it away before pressing a kiss to your cheek. “I don’t like seeing you all upset like that.”

“B-but”—oh fuck, here you go again—“you were…you were dead!”

You can still remember everything so clearly. The blood trickling from his mouth. The glazed look in those dull eyes. How fucking fast it all seemed to happen. One moment he was fine, breathing and smiling as usual, and the next he was staring up at the sky. You didn’t even hear his body drop to the ground.

So much blood, it’s not supposed to be out of your body like that, why couldn’t I save you, why couldn’t—

“I’m sorry!” you blurt out, even as he takes you in his arms and pulls you against his chest. “I wasn’t enough to save you! You were dead and I couldn’t do a damn thing about it!”

You don’t even know what you’re saying at this point, but for whatever reason, talking about this seems to help. Your chest feels a bit lighter than it did before, even if your heart’s as heavy as a stone.

“You’re not supposed to die! And I know that’s stupid of me to say, everyone dies at some point, but you always say you’re the strongest! No one can hurt you, even if they tried! So why—”

Your voice catches in your throat, tears still streaming down your face. He still holds you close, one arm around your waist, his other hand resting on the back of your head.

“…Why did you leave me? You said you’d never leave me, no matter what! But you did—and I let it happen—I’m so fucking sorry, Satoru, I just—”

You’re running out of steam, you can feel it in your bones. Too exhausted to cry anymore, probably too burnt out to even walk back to your room. But before you can even try he’s lifting your face in his hands, tracing your swollen lips with his thumb.

Smirking down at you like there’s nothing wrong in the world.

“Why are you sorry, sweets? If anything, I should be the one saying sorry. Sorry that dream version of me was such a cheap imitation.” He rolls his eyes with a scoff. “Like I’d let myself get killed like that.”

“S-Satoru, I’m serious!”

“And so am I.” And you can see it in his face—the way his eyes practically burn into yours, his mouth set in a tight line, his jaw clenched even when he forces out the words. “I said I’d never leave you, right?”

You sniffle out, “Y-yeah…”

“And I meant it. So no matter how many bad dreams you might have of me,” he curls his hands around your thighs and lifts you up effortlessly, securing your body against his chest, “just know that they’re dreams. Nothing more, nothing less.”

Slowly, he begins to carry you back to your room. Your arms find their way around his neck, fingers burying their way into his soft white hair. You’ll never get over how strong he is, how amazing he is—and how of all the people in the world, he chose to share the rest of his life with you.

Not strong enough to save himself from dying.

Your throat fills with bile at the thought, even as he settles you back down against the mattress. Back in the place where your nightmare occurred, where you saw his body and all that blood—

“Don’t leave me!”

“Baby, I wasn’t even planning on it.” Damn, this nightmare really messed with your head, huh? “I’m staying right here with you, alright?”

You won’t disappear on me again? You won’t leave me alone like you did in that dream, right?

He seems to see right through you, given the soft expressing in those dazzling blue eyes. “I promise, I won’t leave your side. Not tonight, not ever.”

It takes a few moments for the two of you to get situated in bed; Satoru ends up having to do most of the work, since your arms and legs are still trembling uncontrollably. But the second the blankets are back around you, he wraps his arms around your shoulders and pulls you into his chest. Long legs tangling with yours, his breath warm against the crown of your head.

Lips soft as they press a thousand kisses to your forehead.

“I don’t know what kind of curse you dreamt of, but if I ever came across something like it one of these days…” He leans down, lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. “…I’d win, hands down.”

“You’d better.” Your head’s pounding something fierce, every bone in your body screaming for some proper rest. And it starts to feel normal, being wrapped up in Satoru’s arms. “…Otherwise, I’d have to kick your ass.”

He lets out a laugh before nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. His long eyelashes tickle your skin, his lips sweet and warm when they finally find your own.

“I’m sure you would. Although, I’d never let that happen; I’ll make sure to win every single fight, I swear! Don’t wanna make my pretty girl worry about me.”

But you’re always going to worry about him. It’s in your blood, comes with the territory of keeping this relationship alive. And maybe it’s stupid, maybe he is strong enough to never have to worry about himself in a fight. But there’s always going to be that part of you that wonders if he’s going to make it home tonight.

You tilt your head, eager to taste his lips again. Like your life depends on it, and the thought makes him smirk.

“Aww, can’t get enough of me, sweets?”

“…Shut up.”

But he knows he’s right. And you know he’s right. Doesn’t mean you have to say it out loud, though.

“You know I meant it, right?” Suddenly he’s holding your face again, brushing his nose against your own. His voice strangely soft as he leans in close, warm breath ghosting over your face. “’M not leaving you. Never, ever, ever!”

That gets a smile out of you. Weak and pitiful, but a smile nonetheless. At least he’s earnest. At the end of the day, he means well when it comes to you.

“I know you won’t. …So thank you.” You return his hug, sneaking your hand between your bodies and pressing it against his chest. Your throat growing tight when you feel the familiar b-bmp of his heart against your trembling palm. “Thank you for staying with me.”

There’s that tiny voice in the back of your head, urging you not to listen to such pointless promises. Knowing that deep down, neither of you can stop death when it comes knocking at your door. No matter how much power he possesses, even Satoru Gojo can’t resist death’s clutches when they finally sink their claws into him.

But there’s time for you to deal with all of that in the future. Right here, right now, he’s safe and sound in your arms. Messy white hair tickling your neck as he nibbles on the skin of your earlobe. Making you giggle as he brushes the rest of your tears away.

And thanking whatever deity may be listening above that you get to spend just one more night with him, wrapped up in his arms with his lips against your own.

#not even a manga reader i just check the leaks #and when i saw them my heart literally dropped in my chest #so i offer this ficlet as a way of coping #and praying that somehow he'll come back like he always does #started as a drabble and whoops 2k words later #jujutsu kaisen #jjk spoilers #jjk 236 #jjk 236 spoilers #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x reader #satoru gojo #jjk fics

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titaniasfairy · 9 months

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edging johnny would be so fun, don’t you think?

cw: sub!soap,dom!reader, handjob, edging

18+ mdni

you knew he’d be squirming about, so you tied his wrists together with the silk blindfold he uses on you!

he’s sitting in between your legs, his back against your chest as you stroke his hair (and his cock).

your pretty hands are running up and down his throbbing length, the slick sounds of lube mixed with pre-cum bouncing off the walls.

he can’t help but wail when your finger runs along his tip just right . you try to shush him by petting his cheek, but he just keeps whining!

his big balls are so full of cum that you just won’t let out! his hips buck whenever your hand grazes over his tip and his toes curl when your grip around his dick tightens.

johnny is so close to his orgasm, but every time he’s just about to cum you cruelly take your hand off of him. his eyes squeeze shut every time you leave him hanging, he can’t stand to see the sight of his cock like this.

he’s breaking out into broken sobs each time you deny his release, mumbling incoherent nonsense filled with “please” and “it hurts” and “baby”.

when you place your hand back on his leaking cock, he whines out in a wimpy pathetic voice.

“please let me cum, bonnie. been a good boy f’you, haven’t i?”

his words hit your heart, along with your core and you just can’t deny him any longer. you run your fingers through his disheveled mohawk and your thumb strokes his cheek gently. letting out a sigh, you tell him that you’ll finally let him cum.

“thank you, thank you, thank you. i’ll be so good, i promise.”

johnny doesn’t have to tell you, you already know that he’ll behave for you. he always does. you carefully wrap your hand around his length and begin stroking slowly.

his head leans back in awe, whispering thank you’s and various praises to you. with every stroke, johnny lets out a sigh in pleasure or a quiet moan, finally getting what he wants.

as his noises grow louder, you know he’s close. your hand gradually speeds up its strokes and your grip on johnny’s hair tightens. you glide your hand over his tip and he shudders loudly.

“you gonna cum, baby? gonna explode all over my hand, hm?” johnny nods vigorously and bucks his hips into your hand.

“fuck- yes! yes i’m almost there, i’m gonna cum f’you, love.”

“go on, then cum.”

johnny groans loudly and thrusts himself up into the air. but when his orgasm finally hits, your hand releases his cock and johnny is left with an empty, ruined orgasm.

it only takes a moment for johnny to notice, and he’s sobbing and whining in your arms. his cum is splayed across his hard abs and his dick is softening, but the feeling of insatisfaction lingers in his core.

“you promised, bonnie! wasn’t i a good boy?”

“sorry, johnny. i guess my hand slipped.”

tag list- @glossysoap , @soapsgf

#cod mwii #john soap mctavish smut #john soap mactavish x reader #john soap mctavish x you #soap smut #cod mw2 #cod mwiii #call of duty #soap mactavish x reader #soap mactavish smut #soap x reader #cod mw3

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libby-for-life · 6 months

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Can you make an Adam and Lilith hurt-no-comfort scene that she could have done in your book? By the way? Huge fan of Adam Dies!

Aw, thank you! I can give a chopped scene that was supposed to be in the book but couldn't figure out how to fit in. It's a draft and isn't finished but I hope you like it!

"You actually look decent this way." Lilith smiled.

"N-no!" Adam pulled at the heavy collar around his neck. Four small but sturdy chains extended from the collar. Each chain was hooked to a corner of the closet, holding Adam tightly in the center of the cramped space. If he tried to relax his legs, the collar would choke him painfully. His arms were pinned to his sides by heavy ropes.

"You're entirely helpless like this. I can do anything I want to you like this." Lilith mused out loud to herself.

"Please...no...." Adam whimpered as Lilith walked towards him, drinking in his panic. Her hand shot out and clamped it over his mouth in a painfully tight grip. "Hush now, Adam." She said in a deceptively soothing voice.

Adam desperately tried to yank himself away but Lilith had always been stronger. "Hush, now. We haven't even gotten to the fun part yet!"

"No!" Adam sobbed as he saw the knife she had brought to his eyesight. "Now, don't fidget too much. Wouldn't want to lob something important off."

There was a loop on the collar Adam was wearing and Lilith slipped two fingers through the hole before dragging him forward. Adam choked as she dragged the knife through his cotton shirt and over his ribs.

"You've always been sensitive there. Just a little pressure has you making the most delightful noises!" And with that, Adam screamed as the knife was dug into his skin right between his ribs.

Tears streamed down his face as Lilith gently slid his shirt to the side to reveal more of his right shoulder.

"You look pretty like this." She commented.

"I'm not—stop! I can't!" Adam cried out as the knife dug deeper. His screams turned into incoherent begging as more golden blood welled up from the fresh wound.

"You can. You'd be surprised how much the body, or soul, in this case, can withstand before it passes out." Her voice was calm as if she were explaining an interesting tidbit of information.

"Stop! Please!" Adam begged, his vision blurry from the constant tears.

"Don't be rude," Lilith growled out before slashing his cheek. Another scream bubbled up in his throat. "You're going to learn to be good for me, Adam." She grabbed his hair and yanked his head back, effectively cutting his oxygen off. "I just know it. You just need to be taught and the only way you learn is through pain."

So, how was it? Again, it's a draft and it never got finished. Hope it fed your desire while I'm finishing the chapter.

#hazbin hotel adam #lilith #hazbin hotel #adamsapple #if you squint #it's set in my au of where adamsapple reigns #whump #hurt/no comfort #agnst #AdamDies

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https-furina · 1 year

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henloooo

congrats on 100 followrrs!!

could i get 4. “it was just a nightmare, it’s okay.” with kazuha please?

✎ just a nightmare.

ft. kaedehara kazuha x gn!reader

prompt: "it was just a nightmare, it's okay."

w.c. 682 words

content: fluff, established relationship, angst undertones for reader w/ past trauma! - minorly hints at anxiety, abandonment issues & attachment issues, kazuha is the most comforting man ever to exist

notes: thank you so much anon! this one lowkey got me sobbing. what a man, i hope i do him justice

kazuha lost track of the time ages ago, in between the scrolls and tomes of poems scattered on his side of the bed. the bedsheets are ruffled on your side, a bare leg almost hanging out the bed from the odd position you're laying in. the only things to keep kazuha company in the moment are the gentle sounds of your breathing and the glow of the pale crescent moon basking inazuma in a cool light. he was unable to sleep, burying his head in endless counts of poetic literature instead of facing the reality that he would be leaving to travel with captain beidou in a mere few days.

there's a noise coming from you, barely audible but it's not your breathing, kazuha determines as his warm gaze falls to watch your sleeping form, tussled under the sheets messily. your breathing once shallow is now laboured and heavy as if you're struggle to grasp at your breaths. kazuha brows knit in worry, shuffling closer to you all while minding his mess of parchment that he is starting to regret. minorly calloused hands stroke at your hair, brushing it from your face - if any. kazuha notices the skin of your forehead is clammy, stray strands of hair sticking to it and kazuha begins to wonder if you're simply hot under the covers. the thought lingers as kazuha pulls the silk flower sheets imported from liyue down your body but he catches the prickling of your skin and occasional shiver from the temperature change - ah, so you wasn't just hot.

it only takes a few seconds before you're crying kazuha's name out into the open air, thrashing as if you're fighting something while he tries desperately to coax you out of your nightmare.

"y/n, love," kazuha's words are soft and hushed as his hands lightly shake you awake. your eyes are quick to widen, startled and panicked as you gasp for air, "deep breaths for me, can you do that?"

"z-zu- storm a-and-" you're babbling incoherently, stuttering and stumbling on your words as you choke out a sob. kazuha pulls you into his lap, resting his cheek against your head as you cry into the crook of his neck. a bandaged hand wanders up and down your back in soothing motions as he hushes you, whispering small words of reassurance.

"it was just a nightmare, it's okay," kazuha coos, pressing his lips to the sticky skin of your shoulder as you hiccup from your bout of crying, "i promise it wasn't real, love."

kazuha cannot help but feel remorse that you'd had another nightmare regarding him travelling with beidou. they were consistent, stemming from your anxiety every time he leaves to go to sea. you have withdrawals in his absence, struggling to cope with being separated for so long - due to this, kazuha has it set up with your best friend yoimiya that you stay with her for his durations at sea. it doesn't fix the hole in your heart when you're without him, like a puzzle missing a piece but it stops you being entirely on your own. you're scared of losing him at sea, tidal waves crashing against the alcor and lightning striking the horizon. he reassures you as much as he possibly can but he knows it'll always nag and eat at you.

his neck and shoulders are damp from your salty tears and snotty nose but he could care less as his fingers lightly trace patterns and shapes onto your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

"i love you, zu." you mumble against his neck and the man smiles ever so slightly, his hands going still as he simply hugs you close. he's warm, oh so warm, blanketing you in the most comforting air. it's in moments like these where you realise home isn't the four walls encompassing you but it's him.

his breath tickles the shell of your ear as he finally gets it in him to respond to you, lips brushing against your ear as he nuzzles his nose into your hair, "i love you too."

#— 🧁 sugar ‘n’ spice #https-heizou #genshin x you #genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact fluff #kaedehara kazuha x reader #genshin kazuha #kaedehara kazuha #genshin kaedehara kazuha #genshin fluff #genshin x reader

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slyvester101 · 1 month

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Tucker knew the moment he got up that today was gonna be a bad day.

All the lights were too bright, his armor constricting in the worst way possible, every noise sounding like tv static in his ears. It made him tense and snappy, his every word hissed out through clenched teeth. He was harsh and impatient and just wanted the day to end.

He knew he wasn’t being fair or kind, knew that nobody was at fault for his piss poor mood, but he was irritated and tired and everything about anything seemed to set him off. It was only by the grace of Tucker’s own goddamn restraint that no one ended up getting choked out or stabbed by the end of the day.

But the day was done and Tucker was finally able to clock out from Captain Duties and hide in his room where no one can bother him.

Thank fucking god.

He almost pulls the door off its hinges when he comes in, not even bothering to be annoyed with the creak of the door before slamming it shut again.

“Tucker?”

Wash is promptly ignored, an incoherent grunt being his only response as Tucker storms across the room to their dresser. Piece after piece of his armor is chucked off, curses streaming out whenever his hands fumble with the clasps. It takes much longer than it should, but he gets everything off himself and dropped in a pile on the floor.

Irritation melts into exhaustion by the time Tucker pulls on a thick sweatshirt and a fresh pair of boxers, limbs heavy and slow as he pulls his hair out of its ponytail and letting his locs fall down his back.

“You alright over there?”

Tucker blinks blearily at Wash, the man giving a comforting smile as he flicks his eyes over the oversized sweatshirt, his sweatshirt, framing Tucker’s thighs. Still giving him no response, Tucker drags himself over to him and plops down in Wash’s lap, habit guiding his limbs to wrap around his partner as he buries his face in Wash’s neck.

The buzzing in the back of Tucker’s head stops when Wash brings his hand to cup the back of his head, the other settling on Tucker’s back and pulling him close. Everything wrong with the day melts away when Wash kisses his temple.

“Rough day?” Wash finally gets a response as Tucker nods against him, hands tangling into the back of his shirt and pulling them impossibly closer. Tucker damn near sobs when Wash starts rubbing his back, arms steady and strong as they keep Tucker from tipping them both over.

He gets another kiss for his worries, soft and sweet and soothing. Tucker presses his own kisses back into Wash’s neck, earning a chuckle as he lazily pecks down his shoulder.

Eventually, Tucker kisses his way up to Wash’s lips, pulling him into a chaste kiss that has Tucker sighing in relief. It’s a little awkward since Tucker didn’t tilt his head before smushing their faces together, but Wash is smiling in to their kiss before readjusting himself into something more comfortable.

They part after an eternity, Tucker completely relaxed into nothing but a pile of goo as Wash rests their heads together. “Better?”

“Yeah, thanks.” Tucker leans a little harder into Wash, a silent plea that they stay like this for a bit longer, not quite ready to snap out of the daze he’s found himself in.

Wash seems just as content to stay right where they are, hands gently guiding Tucker back down to lay on his shoulder so they can press as close as they can. Tucker hears the soft thump thump of Wash’s heart as he slowly drifts to sleep, his mind quiet and his body settled into the safety and warmth of his lover.

Everything is calm and quiet, the room soft and comfortable. Everything has faded into nonexistent, Wash and Tucker being the only things to fill up the empty space.

The day ends with everything as it should be, Wash by Tucker’s side with no end in sight.

#coping via gay fictional men #rvb #red vs blue #lavernius tucker #rvb tucker #agent washington #rvb wash #tuckington #writing

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cyberpxnk · 2 years

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Babe, I just.

I want to request more mommy!seonghwa from you, it was so good!!

thank you mommy | park seonghwa (2/2)

part one

♡ pairing: mommy!seonghwa x f!sub reader ♡ chapters: 2 out of 2 ♡ word count: 1k ♡ rating: mature/18+ (minors dni) ♡ plot: pwp, smut

♡ synopsis: you want to be good for mommy seonghwa, you really do. you're just not sure how many orgasms he plans on giving you.

♡ warnings/tags: mommy!seonghwa, dom!seonghwa, sub!reader, pet names, praise, dirty talk, overstimulation, fingering (f! receiving), cunnilingus (f! receiving)

♡ author's note: hi again, i hope u like it ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎ decided to make it a lil continuation!

Seonghwa's fingers are hooked within you, prodding against your soft walls as he grazes his digits languidly against your g spot.

From beside you, he leans close to your side with his lips to your cheek as he murmurs to you. Whispers of praise and sweet nothings fill your ear, your body trembling with arousal.

"Such a pretty girl. So perfect..."

The words have your hips lifting from the bed, back arching as you twist from his touches. However, he keeps one firm hand on your waist and he holds you down against the mattress, enjoying how you struggle beneath him. You grab at the bedsheets, trying to find anything to ground you.

A sob rips from your throat, the resistance has you trying to wriggle away from his ministrations. In contrast to the slow and patient drag of his fingers, your own movements are hurried and desperate.

Beneath him, you look so divine. Your eyes can barely stay open from the pleasure clouding your senses. The sounds that leave you are sinful, mouth permanently parted from the noises you cannot stop.

He loves to see you so vulnerable and delicate for him. He loves knowing that only he can make you feel this type of euphoria. There was nothing as beautiful as the sight of you falling apart for him.

"Can my darling come for me one more time?" You shake your head at his words, though your body betrays you as you try to grind against his hand.

"M-Mommy! Can't take it.. please! C-Can't." You're babbling as his fingers fuck into your sopping core. There is a trail of your fluids drooling from your hole, messy against your cunt and thighs.

It's only been twenty minutes and Seonghwa has already driven you to your second orgasm, nearly forcing you into your third. Your thighs are quivering and the overstimulation has you squirming against his hold.

"You can do it, princess... Don't you want to be a good girl and cum for your mommy again?"

"C-Can't... feels so good," you moan and try to buck against his palm as he scissors his fingers within your dripping hole, "w-want to be mommy's good girl..."

You don't even know what you're saying at this point, sentences unable to properly form in between your whines of incoherency. All you know is that you need to make your mommy proud by cumming again.

Unable to resist your begging, Seonghwa is between your legs in an instant. He dips down low into the apex of your thighs, his hot breath ghosting against your clenched walls.

Though his fingers haven't stopped pumping within you, he lifts his free hand from your waist and instead grips your thigh, holding you closer to his face.

You don't think you can handle another second of his touches, the pleasure that runs through you is burning hot. Even as he holds you tightly, your thighs shake around his head.

It's when he lowers himself into your pussy that your jerk into him, the abrupt movement forcing his hand out of you momentarily. A slick gush of your juices follow in suit.

Seonghwa clicks his tongue and tuts at you.

"Naughty doll, behave for mommy."

"M-Mommy, it's too much." His presses a kiss above your wetness, nuzzling into your skin before planting his lips further down.

"Color?" He hums, pressing his nose against your clit as his begins to drag his tongue along your folds. You sob, not wanting to answer as the intensity is making you delirious.

"Color, princess." His tone is more firm, his actions coming to a halt as he looks up to you, his expression holding a hint of concern.

You're squirming against his hold, trying to force yourself closer to his mouth as your eyes stay screwed shut. You barely force the words out of yourself, knuckles turning white from how hard you're gripping the bedsheets.

"G-Green!" His lips latch onto your clit immediately and his fingers are delving into your heat once more, immediately curling against the tenderness of your g spot.

The suddenness of his actions have you shrieking his name and you're quick to lose yourself, the coil within you snapping as you're squirting messily against his fingers and onto his face.

"I'm cumming, mommy!" Your thighs squeeze around his head, body trembling as your third orgasm begins to overtake you.

His mouth doesn't leave you even as you're thrashing against the bed, both his hands now gripping at your legs and keeping them apart as he sucks hungrily on your clit.

"M-mommy, please... No more!" Your moan is a mix between a sob and gurgle as the fluids continue to leak from your convulsing cunt. Even when his lips slip off your clit from your writhing, he doesn't stop — mouth immediately on the sensitive bundle once more.

As you're climaxing, his actions haven't ceased and he seems determined to draw out your orgasm as long as he can. It's painfully good and you don't think you can take another second of it, but your mind is so hazy with pleasure that your vision goes spotty, unable to focus on anything else but the feeling of his mouth and fingers.

You're crying loudly at this point, tears pouring down your cheeks as you continue to come, the peak of your release ridden out impossibly long while his tongue is swiping relentlessly at your swollen nub.

Only until he's satisfied does he part from you, greedily licking off your juices from his lips. He rubs his hand down your pussy, smearing your fluids against his fingers before he's tasting them, lazily sucking on his digits as he stares at you with a pleased expression.

"You did such a good job, my pretty, pretty girl. You always look so divine when you're cumming for mommy."

You keen at his praise, though you're still dizzy as you're trying to come down from your high. He has since dropped your legs and you can barely move, your limbs feeling like jelly.

Even now, your body is still trembling from the aftershocks of such an intense orgasm as you're trying to recover. When he experimentally drags the pad of his thumb along your folds, you jolt and moan in complaint.

Seonghwa chuckles softly and strokes along your hair before he kisses your forehead once, coming down to wrap his arms around you.

Even in your exhaustion, you naturally curl into his touch and sigh as your tired body immediately relaxes into him.

"What do you say, my darling?"

"T-Thank you, mommy."

#cyberpxnkrequest #cyberpxnkwrites #seonghwa x reader #seonghwa smut #seonghwa scenarios #ateez smut #ateez x reader #mommy!seonghwa #mommy! seonghwa

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yenqa · 2 years

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MORE TIME WITH YOU!

chapter 6

i forgor

warnings : food, swearing, nervousness, slender man??, implied dirty thoughts (it’ll make sense when we get there)

ignore timestamps!

yujin was such a cute baby, niki wanted to squish it’s cheeks and never let go, but obviously, he would probably get in a lot of trouble if he did that.

niki had never been a fan of kids, but here he was. freaking out over how yujin almost started crying whenever he was in view.

sure, he looked pretty scary and he was tall. so, obviously niki looked like slender man or something to her. but yujin couldn’t even be in the same room as him?

he glanced at you, feeding yujin, making some incoherent noises while bringing each spoon to her mouth. how could someone be so good at taking care of other people? and why wasn’t yujin scared of her? well she is pretty short, and cute maybe. scratch that. what was niki thinking?

niki brushed off his original thought, you’re just likable and easy to get along with! he reassured himself. yujin glanced at him, eyes widening. she quickly looked away, starting to moan.

“oh c’mon! why does she hate me so much!” niki complained, dramatically falling to his knees.

“she doesn’t hate you!” you argued, “just scared of you.”

niki groaned standing up, “even worse.” he glanced at the camera he was using to blog his day, winking at it, then panning it to you, feeding yujin. suddenly, a grand idea came to niki’s mind.

“can i try feeding her?”

“great idea niki, maybe she’ll start choking while sobbing her eyes out.” you answer sarcastically.

“oh you’re right.” niki sighed, cursing himself for being so tall.

“i have an idea, how about i put her on my lap and you feed her?” you smile at him, he grins at you nodding at the idea. so you gracefully lift yujin, as niki goes to grab her food, you sit down on the gray couch, moving around to be comfortable. he walks up to you cautiously, slowly walking towards you as he sits down. slowly picking up a spoon full of food for her.

yujin looks nervous, she whips her head around for approval as you nod, guiding her to the spoon. niki slowly moves the food closer to her mouth as she reluctantly opens her mouth, letting niki feed her. once the food in her mouth niki started jumping around the room, picking up the camera he had just placed down to see his achievement.

“did you see that engenes? and…”

“swiths,” you answer.

“and swiths? yujin loves me,” he sings while panning the camera to you, being excited for yujin for facing her fears.

what you didn’t notice was how the camera froze in place, as he watched you play with her. but he didn’t notice either.

“alright that’s enough filming for today everyone! good job everyone and you two,” the producer stops you two, “get some rest, you’ll need it.”

“we will, thank you so much!” you answer, grabbing your stuff to go back into your room. you’re about to walk in when niki stops you.

“hey have you ever babysat before? you’re really good with kids.”

“yeah, i have a little sister,” you answer, smiling at him.

“oh, cool.”

you continue walking when he stops you again.

“y/n are you going to go to sleep?”

you turn back around, “probably not, i’ll probably just lay in my bed.”

riki stops, then proceeds “want to watch a movie with me? i think we have snacks in the kitchen.”

you smile, face turning a light shade of pink, “yeah! just let me change into my pajamas! i’ll be right back.” you jokingly wink at him, walking to your room to freak out sbout it.

back masterlist next

sypnosis - a new idol variety show makes 4th generation maknaes take care of a kid for a month! what happens when niki gets paired with a random girl who he maybe had one interaction with a few months ago? and when the reality show ends, why does he want to spend more time with you?

a/n : more writing now that the show started 😊😊

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#more time with you smau !! ⭐️

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vellhighbandi · 1 year

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Compromised

Chapter Three

POV: Anamika

She rose, stumbling and tripping, to find her phone. Hands shaking, she tried tapping the phone on.

“Goddamnit! For once work like you're supposed to.”

What she had meant as an internal scream came out as a loud wail of incoherent guttural noise.

“Fuck! Fuckfuckfuckfuck…”

She rushed off into her room looking for the charger, no not hers.

If he wasn't hers how could anything else be?

It wasn't plugged where it was supposed to be. She looked in the drawers, it wasn't there either. She needed that fucking charger.

Nothing was going right- It was all karma and she knew it. It was all coming back to bite her ass.

As it should.

“Here.”

She was offered a power bank. At the moment Anamika couldn't even remember if her name was Neha or Sneha. All she saw was the cord and plugged it in.

A choking, “Thank you,” coughed out from her parched throat.

She didn't even look her in the eyes for long, she shouldn't.

She had no right.

She had left him caught up in a crime scene, unaware and in shock. If something happened to him it'll be her fault. Hers hers hers…

He wasn't hers. But the fault, if anything- anything happened to him, would be hers. And she didn't know if she could handle it anymore. Another mark on her soul.

She could not take that.

The tune of her phone switching on brought her mind back from the chasm it had headed to. Her lock screen glared at her, blaming her for the loss of her best friend who was dreamingly looking at her smile in his arms.

His name flashed in the banner before being flooded out by the other texts from numbers she didn't even have saved. Missed calls from people she knew, and from friends- no, not friends, she wasn’t worth having friends, they were acquaintances and strangers.

She searched back for his name in a sea of concerned texts and calls. Why were they even concerned she was a nobody, a lurker, a side character, the comedic relief-

The blood of the man flashed in her mind and she was reminded that she was also a villain… no wonder they keep her close… keep your enemies closer…

Seeing his goofy smiling icon did not give her butterflies this time, instead, her stomach sank.

Where was he? Why wasn’t he answering calls or acknowledging texts?

She almost asked those questions but then who was she to ask those questions? What right did she have?

None.

Questions that had trickled into the words before her mind caught up with what she was doing. How could she continue without acknowledging what happened? She was sitting, staring at the screen, eyes locked on the green little dot right next to his icon. And it disappeared in the next moment as if it was never there.

Like her trust in him.

POV: June

On the other side, June was staring at his screen, when a little green dot pinged next to her icon. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding onto like he was holding onto her and his sanity.

And words left him.

Like his breath did when she leaned in. He really hoped she’d kiss him. Trust him.

His lock screen stared back at him, Anamika in his arms looking right back at him, smiling while his eyes were locked on that smile, him in the picture, and the one holding the phone.

He kept the phone screen down next to him and fell back on the bed, arms flying to his side like they did before she jumped on him.

She wasn’t going to fall into his arms now.

He brought his arms back covering his face and let out a silent scream, before letting another lose. And a third. And a fourth. A fifth... till those screams turned louder and louder and eventually into sobs.

What was he doing?

When he woke up next, the moon was high in the sky, probably a little after midnight. Picking himself up he went into the bathroom and realised how absolutely horrid he looked.

The mud wiped on his face, his hair slightly singed. Washing off the sweat, he rubbed at the caked mud, scrubbing with his nails, His eyes were red, he splashed some water on his eyes, and realised he should have washed his hands first. Blindly running his hands under the water he reached for the soap and knocked over something that fell on his foot, cursing he washed his hands and threw water at his eyes again, this time they burned. He probably didn’t wash the soap off. Swearing at anything and everything he turned on the shower and let the water wash his eyes.

While he stood under the water, he remembered how Anamika liked to sit under the shower pretending to be a monk under a waterfall, she looked so beautiful then, pure, ethereal, so vulnerable-

No, he loved her. He loved her.

He liked her blood in her body. He loved the warmth of that blood from beneath her skin.

Why? Why why why- turning the water off he stripped, leaving the clothes on the wet bathroom floor.

Why did she leave him there?

Did she know what he was capable of? Did she know what he had already done? Did she have faith in his ability to not be caught?

Or did she leave him there to be caught? What was she thinking? What was she planning?

Before today, all he had to ask was what he would do and he knew she would do the exact opposite. But now- now he wasn't sure. He had to know… Picking his phone back up he plugged the charger and opened the chat with her.

Why did do yo-

No. he couldn't ask that by text. He had disposed of the body. He couldn't let there be any evidence, even circumstantial... They would take her away if anyone knew.

They would take her away… no he can’t let that happen.

He didn't know what alibi she had planted, no they needed to talk but before that, he needed to know if she knew.

‘Good night.’

And before he knew it he had shot off a second, ‘Take care and I love you.’

And as the tick turned blue he couldn’t help but doubt his love.

That night he spent awake, laying his bed, lights on, muttering while his mind conjured increasingly terrifying and bloodied versions of her, smiling as she was stabbed, feasting in the blood of the man she just murdered, with him. And him proudly watching her bath in the blood she spilt.

Him.

Standing.

Proud.

Bloodied.

POV: Anamika

It had been 36 hours since she had left him in that abandoned warehouse. Other than the GIFs saying good morning and good night, there had only been that text saying he loved her and to take care. But did he? They needed to talk however she couldn't ambush him. She couldn't. But she had to have that conversation.

To explain, to make sure he knew.

And she would.

For him.

A breath and she locked the door to her apartment, no takesies backsies, as he used to say. Sliding into her car, she drove off.

To his house.

To him.

To her utter destruction.

She found his door locked like she was locked out of his heart.

POV: June

He saw her standing on his doorstep. Looking glum as if she had just walked to the gates of hell and found herself locked out of there too. Wasn’t his house hell for her? Wasn’t he the devil in her life?

He cut himself off right there. He was being absurd. He could not be the devil. His hands hadn't been bloodied again. He wasn't the one driving the blade this time. He wasn’t. Was he?

He needed to reign his thoughts back; they were getting ridiculous every second. First, fearing her, as if she was the monster, but didn't she murder and walk it off; wasn't he a monster in himself, before she even knew of his existence?

She turned around, and he saw the same bloodied Anamika from his fantasies. No, they were nightmares.

POV: Anamika

When she turned around, she saw June walking toward her, a smile almost plastered itself before his eyes widened, his face pale and sweat beading down his temple.

She was a monster.

He knew it.

He was scared of her.

He was scared.

Of her.

POV: June

He averted his eyes and didn't see her face almost breaking. Didn't look into her eyes to see her soul shattering. He invited her in but didn't see her pulling up the mask she had long abandoned in front of him.

POV: Anamika

She was broken.

But he wasn't going to know.

He would never know.

POV: June

She left within an hour, their calls hadn't ended before three hours for years now, and today she left at 47 minutes. He knew because he checked the watch like 30 times while she was there. And what probably killed him more than her leaving was that he was relieved.

Relieved at her leaving.

She left.

And he didn't even try to stop her.

POV: Anamika

She left.

And he didn't even try to stop her.

Had that one night ripped them apart? He kept checking his watch the whole time she was there. He didn't sit next to her on the rug like they did. They sat on opposite sides of the coffee table. He sat opposite her and looked behind her the whole time they sat in silence. Another novelty, they never had this awkward silence between them before. He was talking, telling stories that she knew he made up because she was right there with him when the stories were apparently happening.

It wasn't the same anymore.

They weren't the same.

And it was her fault

All her fault.

Hers.

POV: June

He met her again, every time he did he saw her bloodied face. He saw her getting wilder in his dreams. Bloodthirsty, cannibalistic. And he was scared. And yet the excitement in his heart rose each time. But he loved her. Didn't he?

She loved him. She did.

He had to leave.

POV: Anamika

She loved him. But he didn't. He was scared, terrified of her. Things weren't okay but she was too much of a coward, too attached, too pathetic to say anything.

Too scared to be confronted.

POV: June

He knew things weren't all good. He still had fan- visions of her. Now they had progressed into her coming for him next. And instead of kissing his nose, biting his throat apart, before he cut her open. Let that crimson treasure of hers bathe him... And he couldn't let it go on.

He couldn't look at her without thinking about how pretty she would look coloured in blood, just like that night, but this time it'd be hers. And he would be the one carving it out of her smooth soft skin. Ripping every hair off, like she wanted. He'd take away the body hair she hated. And kiss those oozing cuts. Letting the blood adorn his lips-

It took him a few days, to be sure of his decision. To choose to stay or stray. His wildest fantasy and true acceptance, or the normalness that he knew wasn't a part of him. He had to make sure what he chose was something he could live with while knowing damn well he couldn't live without the normalcy she brought. It wasn't that he yearned for normalcy, he longed for her. She brought with her an easy sense of home and belonging, which he couldn't find anywhere else. That was what drew him to her in the first place the easygoing conversations, the jokes that never needed explaining, the outrageous flirting, that comfort...

Now when he saw her, instead of the serenity on her face, he saw a hurt expression. A betrayed look in her eyes that he knew he put there. She deserved better.

And she will have better once he's gone.

But the niggling voice in his head was almost insistent that she was the one for him. She wasn’t. She deserved better. But the side of her that he saw that night. That unflinching face, those eyes that knew what they were doing. He knew what kind of monster he was. Knowing she could match him, step for step, blow for blow; it excited him. How he could be as heavy-handed as he wanted, being secure in his knowledge that she wouldn’t just take what he dealt. Knowing she would strike back turned him on.

Knowing she would acknowledge when he wanted to wrap her up like a princess and bow down to her. And empathize with his need to be wild and return the energy, unafraid- no, she wasn't his. It was wrong wrong wrong wrong of him to hold such expectations of her when she wasn’t even his.

POV: Anamika

Anamika shouldn't have been surprised she knew it was coming, she knew since that day she saw him outside his house. She knew when he didn't meet her eyes for weeks, she knew. And yet, it hit her like a lorry right then. He flinched. He flinched seeing her. She was heinous in his eyes. A murderer. A monster.

“I can't do this anymore Anamika.”

Six words shattered her.

She didn't ask. What could he not do? The relationship was forgone conclusion, but their friendship?

Could she at least have that?

No, she would not impose on him like that. He needed space. He needed her tainted shadow to be far far far from him. He needed peace, and she wasn’t that for him.

“Yeah,” her throat felt so sore as if she hadn't spoken for days, she hadn't but who was she even going to talk to? The only one to listen to her thought of her as a monster now.

She continued, “It’s about time,” she gulped, “about time we went our separate ways.”

There she said it, no need for him to cut her off completely when she did it for him all on her own. Separate ways, as if their paths had not been intertwined ages ago. As if they hadn't promised to be by each other's side in health and harmony; in hardship and destitution; in despair and destruction.

He was still looking beyond her. She needed to say something, something, anything, “I really loved you June.” One last time she could say it aloud without being judged, without being condemned.

“Take care,” she needed more words. Needed him to know, she needed him to.

“I'm sorry it ended this way.”

That is what she ended up saying. It wasn't nearly enough.

Not enough. Never enough.

POV: June

He watched her walk away. Knowing somewhere deep down this was probably the last time he could watch her as his. Separate paths they had to travel. Now, it was going to be just him and his demons unleashed.

POV: Anamika

That night truly alone after a long while of camaraderie and support, Anamika sat under the tap. She couldn’t just sit under the shower. Not under the soft kisses from the ocean. Not under what he had romanticised for her forever. No, that comfort of the shower was now gone. All it did was remind her of him. She sat under the tap. Water ran through her tresses. Reminding her of-

No, they were strangers now.

“I had my reasons..” his name felt wrong on her lips as if she tainted the beautiful name just by thinking of it. And yet, “..June. I had my reasons to do all that I did.”

He wasn't here to hear her. And yet, tears mixed with the water burning her eyes… searing her into pieces.

He was a stranger now.

But the thing is... Anamika has had lots of secrets… secrets that she held near, secrets she revealed to the world. But now, she and a stranger shared one.

She knew it’ll never be fine.

She’ll never be fine without him.

But there will be this one last thing. One last string tying them together.

One last skeleton in their shared closet.

One Last Secret

A Mutual Murder

A Shared Sin

A Lost Love

They were pieces of each other’s puzzles. But their assumptions about themselves (and the author's a sadistic angsty teenager in essence) pushed them on separate paths that they'll never find solace in… will they meet again? Find the end to a story that hasn't seen its end yet. What will happen? [authors will go insane(real) as if we weren't already]

Madam co-author : Lilac

Tagging people for validation : @disproportionatelysculpting @damnn-dorothea, @octoberpdf, @morally-gayy, @daughterofruins, @pheonix-thefirebird, @bulbourethralhand, @cheesekulfi

#sharma shitposting?#sharma shayar ho gyi #compromised #a trilogy #tw #trauma #murder #lying #self loathing #angst #teenage angst to the pro max #lots and lots of it

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mazm-imagines · 11 months

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Whispering Love, What a Sound.

What would have happened if Raoul hadn't missed Erik in the torture chamber? Would he finally become the monster he saw in the mirror while under duress? Would Christine still love him?

3734 words. This is a bit more disturbing than what I usually write, and I do not condone any of what is portrayed nor idealize it! This is more akin to a character study. Specifically MazMs ver of the characters. CW for toxic possessive behavior, talk of a corpse, blood, attempted murder-suicide and attempted suicide. So please do not read if those topics upset you! Happy Late Halloween :') Oops... all angst!

“You finally showed yourself…” A click resonated through the room of mirrors.

“Prepare to die-!” WIthout a moment’s hesitation, the gun had fired. Bullet made contact with flesh and bones, indicating the success of the shot. Skeletal body had toppled backwards into the room it came from.

Raoul’s face had completely flushed in rage; rosy tint reached all the way to his ears, blending skin and equally peachy hair into one. Drops of sweat rolled from his forehead and over the beauty mark under his right eye. Heavy panting eroded into soft breaths, until all he could hear was his beating heart. Wordlessly the gun had dropped from his hands, making a clunk noise onto the floor.

Dear God… Dear God-! What have I done- what have I done-! I’ve… I’ve killed a man!

He keeled over, slightly gagging as if he would throw up any second. Tears had unceremoniously welled in his waterline in shock, and he didn’t even have the faintest intent to bat at them.

“I- You’ve done it…” The Daroga’s emerald eyes were transfixed on the small window far above their reach.

From the other side of the glass wall, he could hear the shriek of a woman. Her inconsolable cries broke his heart into little shards.

I’ve done it! I killed the bastard that was hurting poor Christine! He thought… he truly thought he could get between us?! He paid with his life for his foolishness!

Those shards would reform into something far more twisted, glued together by the murky darkness in his soul.

He couldn’t wait anymore to see his beloved. He ran towards the window, pressing his hands towards the wall before shouting.

“Christine! I’ve done it! He was just a man… A man that could be killed just as you and I are able to be… You are free now- free to pursue your dreams! Free to pursue our love! In fact you have no need to flee Paris at all-”

The wails only grew in his paltry attempt to comfort. Instead, a deeper voice spoke in its place.

“Boy… first off. Thank you for wiping that Devil off the face of the Earth. I am indebted to this favor you’ve done us… But Christine is in no state to speak, much less move as of now.”

“Did that bastard mark her?! Curse him! Curse him a thousand times over!”

“Calm down! She’s-”

Another cry could be heard.

“She is physically alright, but clearly she is in a state of shock.”

“Oh my Christine! Please rest my dear- we will take care of this alright?” He cried out as he pressed his cheek closer to the mirror like a madman, desperately trying to get as close to her as possible. Just as she was letting out incoherent sobs, he would smear his warm tears against the cold glass.

“Right… well. Miss, do you have the key up there? Erik mentioned a key for this room, no?” Daroga seemed to be the only other voice of reason in the room, attempting to take initiative alongside Melek.

“Yes. Currently that monster is on the floor. Heaven knows why Christine is attending to him.”

If Raoul concentrated hard enough, he could hear small apologies flowing in through the window- apologies directed at Erik…

Soon those apologies faded, and a loud thud was heard through the room.

“What was that?”

“Christine! Oh dear- she’s collapsed.”

“Christine- Christine please dear God- please be alright-” Raoul pounded his fists on the wall until they ached, and even so, he continued like a lunatic. The Daroga came behind to hold his wrists in place, albeit with a struggle. Raoul was in the spring of his life, far more youthful and stronger than the elder man, but an attempt was made nonetheless to prevent himself from injury.

“Viscount- stop this lunacy-! Please… Stay well for Miss Daae. How will you embrace her with broken hands?” Raoul smacked his hands away, facing his eyes with his own cold blue ones. Fury knit his expression into a tight scowl as he growled his answer.

“You-! Don’t tell me what to do. I killed Erik! I killed that monster! Not you! You couldn’t save your friend from Hell. I sent him there once and for all! Truly magnificent isn’t it? Thank you for the privilege of sending your son to rot down there. I think I’ll finally be able to sleep well for the first time in months!” Scowl had eventually turned into a deranged smile, which in turn devolved into mad laughter.

“...” He didn’t even know what to say anymore to the younger man. All that barking was an attempt to provoke him, but he no longer had the energy to fight back. Raoul had roughly taken him by the collar, pulling him down to meet his face on an equal level.

“You soiled my hands… because you are a coward. Never talk to us again after this. You are the reason we got in this mess, the reason Christine went through so much. Because of your spinelessness.” He spat out, venom practically palpable from the hateful words. The once wide-eyed lover the Daroga had asked for aid was now a passion-ridden beast. He was not afraid of the other man, but perhaps for him…

Raoul let go, the force slightly sending Daroga back toppling. Broken ankle didn’t help matters much either.

“Men! Stop fighting! You especially boy, I can hear you all the way up here.” Puffy brown hair reminiscent of clouds peeked through, followed by a face.

So that was Melek.

“... Yes Madame...”

“Thank you. As of now while Christine recovers. Let us think of a course of action. I am blind, so I cannot coordinate well. When Christine wakes I will request her help. But for now our best option may be to pull you two out. If the true key is in the bag, we will use that instead. If not, we try a rope instead. Alright?”

“Perhaps that is what we must do, yes… I still think there may be a contraption inside here. After all, Erik would have needed to go between rooms. I will look for a little hole or hidden door. Perhaps you and the Viscount can work together for now?”

“That sounds serviceable. Alright boy, what do you suggest?”

“I have a few more bullets… I can shoot around the window to break the contraption?”

“You men are always too violent… Of course not. If you fire and hit any of us, what do you think will happen?”

“Fine-! Fine! Since you two will be that way, I shan’t offer an idea! Call me when you need me…” He huffed like a petulant child before crouching in the corner, this was all too much for him to handle. Eyelids slowly pulled towards each other until they completely met. He could hear the shuffling of footsteps, both from the Daroga and Melek in their respective areas. Now that Erik was gone, he could indulge in a few minutes of hard-earned rest.

—

Calloused hands shook his shoulders, forcing rosy eyelashes to pry open, revealing the sapphires beneath.

“...What do you want?”

“Christine Daae is awake.” Upon hearing those words, the half lidded eyes widened in delight. Raoul immediately jumped off the floor to claw under the window again.

“Christine! Christine! Please! Say something- anything!”

“R-Raoul…” The voice cracked ever so slightly. Surely she must still be disoriented.

“Are you alright?! Oh what had that wretch put you through?! When I come over there I’ll make it all better for you!”

“...Of course. I- I am fine Raoul…”

“Christine, may I please see your face?”

“Wait a minute- I have a tablecloth… Melek and I will secure it, you and the Persian must hold onto it alright? You will see me when you come here…”

“How I desire to see you now… But I understand. Very well.”

Long white tablecloth gushed from the window, akin to the fairytale of Rapunzel. Raoul raised his palms out for Daroga to step on. He was in a far too pleasant mood to even glare at him, merely humming content and vacantly smiling. It was almost disturbing to the Daroga, the sickeningly sweet mood the man was in after all that. After the other man had gone up, Raoul followed soon after. If it weren’t for the fact that Christine and Melek weren’t holding onto the other side, he would have scrambled right up. But he wouldn’t have wanted to make their jobs any harder than it was. Christine was so very fragile, as if he could crack her bones in his grasp every time they embraced. And from what he had seen, Melek was quite similar in stature, if not more brittle from age.

His eyes immediately latched onto Christine as soon as he slid through the window frame. The collar of her dress and the hem of her skirt were both stained in crimson, and- pink?

Raoul looked beside the window, the festering corpse of Erik was merely kicked aside like trash.

As he should be. Raoul thought to himself. There was a hole in his head from where he had been shot. Ah. That explains it.

As if he would die without her, Raoul immediately ran over to Christine, burying his head in her neck where the blood was. It was slowly coagulating, sticky mess coating his cheek. His hand went to the back of her head, entangling in her golden locks while the other was rubbing circles in her back.

“R-Raoul!” She trembled in his grasp, a weak hand merely pawed at his sleeve, not even attempting to reciprocate the embrace.

“I did it… I did it for you… You are free to do as you wish now! Is that not wonderful? Is that not what you wanted? I promised to make you the happiest woman alive… Aren’t I doing that? I can do anything you ask my dear… I am no longer that boy who cries…” Without even giving Christine a moment to recompose, Raoul pulled his head back to look her in the eyes.

“Boy… will you give her a second?” Melek was attempting to wrap up the Daroga’s ankle on the sofa. The conversation unsettled her enough to want to intervene. Without even turning his head, Raoul gave a snappish response back.

“Madame… This is a matter between lovers. Please attend to our dear Daroga.” Was this really the man Christine loved? She couldn’t even see the fearful expression on the other woman’s face.

“...If you do anything to her… I swear-” She growled in contempt.

“I? If I do anything? To her? Excuse me?”

“Raoul-! Raoul! Let us go to the other room okay? Please… Melek is my friend…”

“Hm. Only because you insist~ Let us go my dear.” The soft grip he had on the back of her head loosened. Instead his hand ventured towards her left one, interlocking the fingers together. Christine awkwardly worked the mechanic behind the portrait with one hand, not having the heart to tell him to let go. Soundlessly, they had disappeared to the other side.

—

“Oh my dear Christine. I apologize, I have made a real mess haven’t I?” Not a pang of apology was apparent in his expression. His bashful smile was akin to a puppy. Making it all the more jarring to see the blood smeared on his cheek. Perhaps he was a terrifying guard dog instead, rather than an adorable puppy. He pulled out a handkerchief from the inside of his coat. Tenderly, he wiped away at Christine's slender neck. She bent her head reluctantly to give a better angle to him; but contact with the fabric against her skin made her shudder ever so slightly. It wouldn't go without notice.

"Are you alright Christine?"

"... Your face is dirty as well. Let me fix it." Christine took the handkerchief from his hand and leaned over to his cheek, slowly cleaning the blood off. The expression he held was one of raw affection: his eyes were little oceans of passion that may just drown her, and soft pink lips were curled into a smile. Christine's own eyes didn't want to look at him any longer, instead fixating on the smudge.

A hand snaked under her chin, forcing her to look at him directly.

"May I?"

"..."

"Have a kiss? Were you not worried we could never embrace like this again?"

"You are correct… I permit it." In contrast to the monotonous words, the chaste kiss Raoul placed on her lips was vibrant, a manifesto of their love. For a moment, Raoul could feel her smiling around it, it seemed she was finally coming to her senses.

For a moment, that sweet kiss truly felt like the Raoul she adored.

"Dear Christine… I must ask-" Raoul dropped to one knee, signifying the question that would soon follow. Christine gulped down on the tension lodged in her throat. He must have gotten the wrong idea…

"Would you make me the happiest man to roam the Earth, and marry me? I am not in possession of a ring right now, but as soon as we leave, I will get you the finest diamond ring on the market. And I promise that I will make you the happiest woman to roam the Earth." He beamed with his entire soul. A gentle kiss was placed on Christine's right hand in his own left, but all Christine could do was stare blankly. Raoul rose to be beside her once more.

"Christine. I ask again. Are you alright? I would have thought this would make you happy, but you seem even gloomier than before…"

"Tell me Raoul… It was an accident right?"

"Come again-?"

"You didn't kill him on purpose right? Right Raoul… I know you would never…" She nervously smiled at him. Christine silently pleaded that the Raoul that stood with her was the Raoul she knew and loved, not a bloodthirsty monster that took his image.

"What- what do you mean? Of course I did? For you… for you! You were crying so much- I couldn't stand knowing that monster of a man did this to you." Raoul inched closer, gently grasping her by her forearms. She let out a gasp, as if she remembered something.

"No- no no no I didn't want this! I didn't want this! I know you didn't want this either Raoul!" Despite the upturned eyebrows and happy smile painted on his face, the remorse in his eyes threatened to crack through.

"W-what- what do you mean you didn't want this? Why- why?! That man is- was a menace! He's killed people Christine!" His voice cracked in confusion and his smile faltered, showing the true disarray underneath.

"You- you killed someone as well Raoul! I could forgive you if it was an accident! If you held any remorse! But- how are you any different than him? He hurt people for me as well…I truly believed-! That you were better…" Christine broke down into a sob, collapsing onto the floor once it was all she could do.

"Christine…" Raoul descended down to her level as well; she hid her face in her hands in an attempt to avoid his gaze.

"I apologize… Please, look at me… I can't bear this. I can't bear to see you cry-" Despite his assurance from prior to never cry again, beads of tears formed down his waterline. Christine pried her face away from her hands to look at him. The Raoul she was talking to could have been the one she loved after all…

"Christine I- I truly did it for you… I'm nothing, utterly nothing without you. My wealth, my status, my humanity… I gave it all away for you…" His arms reached out to embrace Christine, one hand entangling in her scalp while the other rested on her back.

And how that embrace suffocated her.

"Raoul… Let go please." Silently he obliged, meeting her eyes with his own once again.

"That's not true Raoul is it? I know… you were dying to kill him. So please, don't hide your revenge under my name! I'm tired- I'm tired of hearing my name!"

"I am your dear Raoul… and you, my dear Christine… is that not the agreement we had? So why is it that you cry for Erik? What has that monster done for you that I couldn't? Do you by chance love him?"

"I cry for you! I mourn for the man I am losing! I love you… I love only you… But not like this- not like this… It feels almost as if I've traded a monster for another monster… Please! Please don't imprison me in your love just as Erik had-"

"Imprisonment? Is that what my love is to you?" In an instant, Raoul's bearing darkened, various emotions danced across his mind before he opened his mouth again.

"I did everything for you. Everything! So tell me, what should I do now… what can I do now, now that I have pointlessly killed a man! Oh I might just retch! There is no going back for me! There is no meaning! No hope! No reprieve!" From her periphery, Christine could see the polished handle of Raoul's handgun.

"No point!" Without hesitation he placed the barrel in his mouth.

"Raoul- Raoul please! If you love me in any regard- put it down!" Christine reached out to his hands with her own smaller pair. One wrong move and she may see blood splatter all over again. She was overwhelmed with tears and her throat closed around her words, nonetheless she was determined to calm Raoul down. His mouth choked a sob around the barrel, he didn’t want to either it seemed.

Raoul lowered the gun, letting it drop on his thigh as his hands buried his face instead.

"Raoul… I love you… You know I do- but this isn't good! Your life is just as valuable as mine… as Erik's. I don't make you! And you don't make me… we are people, not leeches…"

"That is why… I cannot bear this blood on my hands. I cannot hold any pride for killing my rival. I cannot call you mine, and I cannot be yours. I am no longer the 'Chagny's' black sheep either. Nor am I an officer of our navy. Nor am I your lover… Nor am I a human. I have nothing to be proud of…" Raoul sniffled loudly, rubbing his nose against his sleeve.

"That is not true… You are still merely a man… A man that makes mistakes…” Christine pulled Raoul’s hands into her own. She had swiped a thumb softly over his knuckles, before looking him in the eyes. This time her deep blue shone with all the love she held for him.

“You regret it, don’t you?”

“...I do not know, but perhaps… y-yes.” Raoul let out with a hiccup, his face had become entirely pink from sobbing.

“Is your pride really that important?"

"For a man, it is everything."

"How about Raoul? What is important to Raoul?"

"You are! Only you..."

"Not your brother or sisters?"

"They do not care for me- as you… as you do."

"I- I see…" Christine bit her lip and attempted to continue.

"I love you. And I do not think I'll ever love a man as much as I love you. But I am afraid I cannot continue this relationship, for our sake… I apologize, from the bottom of my heart, it hurts me as it hurts you. This is not good for you- for me…” Raoul felt something inside crack, shoulders trembling before he even realized. He would finally lose the meaning of his pathetic life.

What she didn’t disclose was that perhaps they could give it another try; once Raoul found himself in a better place, once he would no longer want her approval to live.

“I promise, you will find salvation. You are a good man Raoul… I know you are…" Christine reached out her arms to comfort him, an offer of friendship instead; but even so, rationale was overtaken by emotion as Raoul lunged to hold Christine in his embrace.

Perhaps if he held long enough, the two of them could merge into one, never to be separated again.

He could already feel their hearts beat into one.

"Raoul! Raoul- it hurts- I can't breathe- Please let go-" In response to Christine's plea, Raoul mumbled under his breath, squeezing tighter around her slender frame.

I will see you soon, my Christine.

From under his arms, he could feel another pair attempt to pull him away.

"Viscount what the hell are you doing to her?!"

"Let me- go-!" In the choice between holding on to Christine and hitting the Daroga, he held steadfast onto his beloved. Only with the grazing of teeth against his neck did his hands instinctively reach for the puncture wounds. Blood trickled out and stained his cream dress shirt. The opening allowed for the Daroga to drag him away.

"C-Christine?!" Raoul looked upon her wide-eyed in betrayal. She only hid her blood-stained mouth in shame.

"I'm- I'm sorry Raoul! You scared me… it hurt… I felt that I would break… That was the only thing I could think of-" A stream of apologies erupted from her throat as she gasped for air, never stopping until her eyelids closed shut, followed by the rest of her body hitting the floor.

"Christine! Oh my- oh my God… what have I done… I’m sorry… I’m sorry-! Mr. Daroga help her! Help her! You may lock me up but for the love of God help her!"

"Stop thrashing! Calm down! I will get Miss Levni from the other room but you must follow me…"

"Yes sir…" His body had gone limp, and once the Daroga had tied his wrists up with the lasso, he was obligated to follow him into the Louis-Phillippe room. He took one last look behind at Christine's unconscious body. Perhaps this is the last he would ever see her. He didn't even deserve to look at her. Raoul snapped his face back to look at his feet instead. That's all he was, scum at the bottom of her shoe. Melek was right, he did end up hurting her, because that's all he could ever do.

I’m sorry Christine… I’m sorry… For everything-

#mazm #mazm phantom of the opera #raoul de chagny #christine daae #Melek Levni #Daroga #Hatim #Erik #mod gwaaaaar #gwaaaaar writing

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henleygod-fics · 26 days

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I ran away from home, Slenderman kept scolding me and the situation was getting worse. I still didn't kill anyone, but the truth is that I didn't want to, I know that they raised me all my life with that purpose, but seeing people beg for their lives, begging me not to hurt them, it's impossible. I would rather kill a criminal, someone who truly deserves it, but an innocent person, that doesn't make sense.

I was running through the forest, looking for one of the tips, where the portals are. The forest where I grew up is not like the others, it is connected to many places, to different worlds, other realities, we are nightmares turned into reality and that is why we appear everywhere. When I finally found the seventh tip, a knife stuck in a tree near my face.

It was Jeff.

-What's wrong Jeff??? Listening to the stiff?? Seriously??.... Please, since when??- I said sarcastically.

-It's nothing personal Kat, I just don't want you to go...- I looked at him incredulously- well and also because you're leaving a VERY UPSET Slendy, but seriously, nobody wants you to go, even if you're a terrible assassin... not a murderer- he said between laughs- how ironic, we still don't want to let you go... Or well, you're NOT going to go- he was already starting with his typical maniac laugh, I rolled my eyes.

-Jeff, you know I love them, but you also know I hate how they just wipe everyone out and you know I hate that. I can't be myself here Jeff- I'll admit it, I was trying to manipulate him by saying his name over and over again, these guys have a huge ego and even if I'm incoherent, they love it, they're more likely to agree by naming them over and over than anything else- remember how many times I foiled their plans? How I saved their victims countless times??.... Well, I won't stop doing it and you'll just keep getting upset-

-That's very wrong Kat..-

-BEN???- I screamed scared when I realized he was behind me.

-I knew someone was sabotaging my murders, every time I went to a house it was empty or the people there weren't children, but adults and dirty adults...- he answered me with a smile, although it was noticeable that he was upset.

-Beni, dear, let's not be hypocrites, you knew perfectly well that it was me, you just didn't want to accept it because Slendy was going to find out and get mad at me... Ben, you love me, don't you???- I said in a soft voice.

-You sure know how to manipulate me- she replied with a light laugh- of course I love you little girl- 'It's going down well', I thought- and because I love you so much is that I know everything about you, I know you so well, that I know when you're up to something- 'shit', suddenly I heard footsteps behind me and the instant I turned around a scalpel stuck in my shoes, without hurting me, it just held me against the ground so I wouldn't run away, it was Eyeles...

-Next time I won't fail- he said very angry.

There were already 3 of them here, everyone knew that he was trying to escape and the others would soon arrive...

-SMILE- I shouted, my faithful friend quickly arrived and lunged at everyone, while I took advantage, removed the scalpel and escaped- thanks baby, when I'm in a safe place I'll call you, I love you guys, but today I'm leaving- I shouted at them while running.

The once silent forest now seemed like a mess, noises could be heard everywhere, screams, howls, growls, laughter... crying, Sally's sobs broke my heart, but I couldn't go back.

Slenderman was using his powers and the place looked more and more distorted, he was tracking me, I heard each and every one of them looking for me, their "little" and beloved girl was leaving, nobody was happy, they were upset and very desperate. Desperation in an assassin makes him stronger and more capable, they are fast, they are professionals, but I have been trained since I can remember, they themselves taught me their weaknesses and ways to leave them behind.

I reached the 1st point, it is not my favorite, since the portal that is here does not allow me to choose the forest where I can appear, in other words it is very dangerous, I turned around to look for another exit but when I turned around I saw that everyone was here, it is my end.

-Well family, today we have gathered here to witness my funeral- I said laughing, but everyone remained silent, looking at me angrily- Oh come on, it's funny, because it's true... why are you guys so long-faced??? Smile- I said shrugging my shoulders, everyone looked at me seriously, they were very upset- Why don't you follow Jeff's example? He did understand the joke-

-It's not funny...- at that moment everyone looked at Jeff with a raised eyebrow- AND I'M NOT SMILING.. not now- they turned to look at me again- whatever, I've already told you a thousand times that it's not going to work, stop bothering me and get your ass back to the mansion or I'm going to get really angry.

- Oh, that's scary, did you hear that? Jeff is going to get mad- I said with irony, which caused him to growl- Jeff, stop embarrassing yourself in front of everyone, you're no good at that. Besides, we all know that in less than half an hour you'll be laughing with me while we make jokes on the others. By the way, Nina Jeff was the one who changed your shampoo for dye, I didn't say anything because he had threatened me-

-Traitor-

We both glared at each other.

-Nina's not going to fall for your tricks, she knows you're looking for a distraction- Nina growled furiously and headed towards Jeff.

-I knew it was you, you damn bastard, because of you I had to have blonde hair for 10 days- she shouted angrily.

-Hey, don't you realize? She's trying to dump her problems on me and get away with it as always- he said, annoyed, while pointing his finger at me.

-Pointing is rude Jeff- I replied as I lowered his finger- you know what? I'm tired. Let's just leave this aside and go home, I'm going to skip the drama of the fight, the reconciliation and...-

-No, not this time, you went too far. You were really going to escape...- Slenderman spoke seriously, surprising us all, somehow even though we clearly didn't see it, we all knew that he was disappointed and very upset.

-I'm sorry Slender, but I REALLY DON'T WANT TO KILL AND I'M NOT GOING TO DO IT... I'm not like you- I said annoyed, but seeing a pained expression on most of them I regretted it- but that doesn't mean I don't love you, I just don't share your tastes and just like you can't accept mine, I can't accept yours either- I said seriously, the punishment and the bad time I was going to go through anyway, so this is the ideal time to clear things up- I'm sorry, but...

-Enough, Toby take her to her room, she is punished and locked up until she decides to take her role and kill at least one person at once-

-WHAT??- Toby and I shouted in unison.

-HEY!! Don't talk like I'm not here- I shouted angrily when I saw that he was ignoring me.

-Slenderman, that's impossible, we can't lock her up, we know she's not going to kill anyone, she's going to stay there for...-

-Always- Slenderman didn't let Toby finish and interrupted- if he doesn't kill anyone and doesn't take his place in the mansion properly, he'll stay there forever, at least that way he won't leave.

-WHAT THE FUCK, I'M IN FRONT OF YOU, DAMN IT, DON'T ACT AS IF I'M NOT THERE, TELL ME TO MY FACE AND NOT TO OTHERS- everyone had remained silent and looked at the situation expressionlessly, it was obvious that they didn't want to take sides, on the one hand they felt sorry for him, but on the other they didn't believe that Slenderman was wrong.

-If you don't do it, Toby, I'll tell Masky to do it- Slenderman had reached his limit, I admit that I did a lot of things lately that bothered him, but this... This is seriously going too far.

-I'm sorry tn, you know I can't contradict him- he said with his head down as he approached, I couldn't see his face because of the goggles and his muzzle, but I knew his expression was one of pity for me.

Toby was approaching me with his head down, he didn't want to be trapped and even if I tried to run to the top Slenderman was going to grab me with his tentacles. I closed my eyes resignedly when I heard a loud growl and bark, Smile Dog ran forward to everyone especially Slenderman and pushed me throwing me into the portal, while preventing the others from reaching me, that dog is the best in the world, I seriously love him.

I crossed the 1st point and ended up falling from a great height, I didn't understand anything, normally you cross the portal walking, because it is located vertically on the ground, not in the fucking air, I screamed as I fell, I ended up crossing several floors until I finally stopped. I got up with difficulty while holding my back, I am lucky that Slenderman, seeing how brutal the boys are... and especially the girls, reinforced me with his experiments until I became strong, so thanks to that I did have one or two injuries, but nothing serious, although the pain is still there. Once I got up completely I took a breath slowly and calmly, then I screamed.

-BUT WHAT THE FUCK?? WHAT THE FUCK IS A DAMN BUILDING DOING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FOREST???- I was so frustrated and angry, I didn't even think about holding back, in front of me there was a desk, I didn't think about it for two seconds and kicked it, it ended up going through the window and breaking in the process. I sighed again and grabbed my face- I'm going to kill that idiot Jeff, I'm sure he was getting into where he shouldn't have and ended up ruining Slenderman's things, now they're going to blame me...- before I could finish speaking a noise was heard, a pencil rolled to my foot, I looked sideways at the place where I was, it was very clean for being uninhabited and through the windows you could see that it was daytime, I was very stupid to think for a minute that I would be alone. I turned towards the noise and could see a bunch of kids looking at me, they were dressed in uniforms, some looked tattered and others were immaculate although they looked tired, it looked like a school... I've never been to one but... I hate schools.

'This could end very well or very badly.'

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Class A had recently finished the matches or well, the activity. They had come back very tired and some very upset, taking care of the bomb or taking it had not been easy... or at least not for most. Aizawa asked everyone to sit down while Present Mic came. Bakugou who was still too upset about losing was going to leave, but before he started to put his things away, they started to hear a loud scream followed by several bangs. Tn fell in front of everyone, no one knew what to say or do, they were very surprised, to top it off the girl had started screaming and muttering things. Mineta began to tremble and accidentally dropped his pencil, which luckily enough ended up next to her.

Kat turned around and even though she was very upset and nervous, she smiled as kindly as possible before speaking.

-Excuse me for butting in, could you please tell me where the exit is?- no one answered, everyone looked up, it was more than clear what they were thinking "if he came in destroying everything, why not leave the same way?" But in Kat's mind, all she wanted was to disappear before she drew more attention, starting off on the wrong foot doesn't mean it has to end on the same one.

Most of them were stunned, while others judged the situation in silence. Kat slowly changed her smile to a serious expression, a face that showed annoyance, causing a great chill to run through them, Mina was the first to react.

-Down the hall to the left, the 4th room, there are the stairs- he said quickly, almost shouting, his voice sounded strange, his classmates understood immediately, he was scared.

-Thanks, darling- his face automatically changed into a smile again, as he headed for the door- by the way, it's very rude of you not to answer when someone asks something, you need someone to teach you some manners- he said to the others before leaving.

-But those aren't the stairs- Denki said confused.

-No idiot, that's the teachers' lounge- Bakugou replied rolling his eyes.

-I think we should go- Mineta said trembling- when she realizes it she will come back very upset-

-I think so too, I shouldn't have lied to him, but that was the only thing I could think of- Mina replied.

-Tsk, go cry somewhere else, now the best part is coming- Bakugou exclaimed as he left the room with a big sadistic smile, followed by everyone, although more cautious.

Kat followed the girl's instructions and when she arrived she confidently opened the door to find a room full of adults who looked at her in surprise. Before she could say or do anything, an alarm sounded throughout the place, stunning everyone.

You could say that the alarm took a while to go off, but in reality Nezu, who was watching everything through the cameras, was waiting for the right moment to do so. Kat closed the door and glanced sideways as everyone had left their classrooms to see her, especially the class she came from, after glaring at them, she ran to a nearby window, seeing the possibility of jumping, more adults pointing towards where she was. She didn't think twice and ran wherever she could find a place to hide, luckily she was fast and was able to get out of anyone's sight, even more so thanks to the fact that the adults prevented the students from following her, sending everyone back to their classroom for their protection, until things calmed down.

While Y/N was hiding, the teachers were looking for the intruder and Nezu was checking the security cameras again, following her entire route so far, he saw her hiding in a closet, she looked distressed and scared, which made his sense of heroism come to light and he calmly headed towards where she was.

Kat was waiting for the situation to calm down when she heard footsteps getting closer and closer, once she noticed the footsteps on the other side of the closet she decided to use the gift that Slenderman gave her.

Kat was nothing like the others, she was always the last and defenseless, even more so than Sally. Slenderman took care of her, educated her and strengthened her, with his own principles he guided her along the same path as everyone else in the mansion. Although she was always rebellious and never followed in his footsteps.

Slenderman resignedly added her to one of his experiments, he knew she wouldn't kill or hurt anyone, teaching her how to handle knives would help her, but it wouldn't save her. So giving her a gift similar to his could be a solution, the tentacles were the first option, but she instantly refused, it was a long discussion and struggle to come to the conclusion that her hair would turn into tentacles, while she is using her gift her hair would rise, as if it were underwater and strands of her hair would come together to form a tentacle that can stretch and move at her command.

A tentacle pierced the closet door, not with the intention of hurting and much less killing, but to create a distraction and be able to escape. Nezu noticed it instantly, since he had not given him time to cum and that could have been his end, but before he touched it, the tentacle moved creating a large hole in the ground next to him, then through the dust he saw the silhouette of the girl run and leave through the window. He warned the other teachers through the communicators and made it clear that they could not attack, he also activated the school's defense, so now not only the teachers, but the robots were going after the girl.

All the students were watching from the window of their classroom. They were forbidden to go out, but no one had stopped them from seeing. They couldn't hear anything but the loud banging and screaming of their classmates, but seeing an intruder against the teachers was all they needed. Even a boy who had just left the infirmary was quick to notice the disturbance and look out the window to admire the scene.

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I was trying to escape when 3 walls were created around me, I tried to jump over them and I was going to make it, a height like this is nothing compared to what I had to climb to escape. That's what I thought at least until the walls began to grow more and more, I turned around in the middle of the confusion, facing away from the gigantic wall in front of me were several people and next to them several robots. One of them looked like stone and because of his hands and how he manipulated the ground the walls were due to him. I didn't hesitate, I took out Jeff's knives and stabbed each robot one by one, I went down to 10, but more kept coming out, not to mention all the people, I activated the tentacles and tore off my necklace with the small oz pendant, turning it into a large one. I always thought that their gifts were useless but cute, now I see that they are also necessary.

A man with raised hair, similar to mine, looked at me angrily with completely red eyes, if Slenderman saw him he would already be dead, who would say that the trait he gave me to look like him would end up making me similar to a stranger. The man held the ribbon he wore around his neck and tried to catch me with it, I cut it with the oz before it touched me surprising everyone, I don't know if they thought my oz was a toy or what, however I decided not to give it importance, I turned around and with the oz I destroyed the walls with one blow, making my way through the rubble I tried to move forward, until a scream literally stunned me, unable to believe what was happening I covered my ears and turned towards the sound.

-STOOOOOP- I fell to the floor, I was stunned, I felt like my ears were bleeding, I tried to grab my oz again, but the tape that tried to catch me this time grabbed my gun, I turned around to find everyone around me, I didn't want to kill, not even in these situations, so I didn't know what to do, I could run away, yes, but that way only I would get out alive. I thought about it many times, until I decided to do it I made a small cut in my hand and let the blood come out. Finding out that Slenderman had given me a power similar to his, everyone wanted me to have something similar to them, but Slenderman wouldn't expose me to various experiments and the others couldn't agree on a single thing, until they put together their favorite things, blood and weapons, that's how my second gift was born and one of Slendy's many experiments. I took the blood and as if it were a thread I grabbed everyone and threw them away. A man multiplied himself many times surrounding me, I could see the real one far away so I decided to fight them seriously, I dodged the blows as best I could, he was strong and to be honest if he had wanted he could have hit me, every time his fist got dangerously close to my face or stomach, without giving me time to react, he changed shape trying to simply catch me, so I took the opportunity at every moment and pierced them with a knife I created with my own blood, I finished off all or at least most of the clones.

A woman ran towards where I was, the moment she saw me trying to escape, she tore her clothes and released a kind of pink mist, she came closer, covered my mouth and nose, I didn't know what it was, but I know it's not good if everyone stays away. I was getting tired, at times I felt like my tentacles weren't responding and drawing so much blood was giving me anemia, I cut my other hand and gathering all the blood I could I formed a kind of giant hammer, I hit the ground, creating a big hole and raising so much dust that nothing could be seen, I saw that everyone was beginning to get upset, one was making walls all over the place, while the other multiplied, I ran to hide taking advantage of the confusion, when a person fell from the sky right in front of me.

- EVERYTHING IS FINE BECAUSE I'M ALREADY HERE- he said with a smile, which gave me a big chill, if I learned one thing from my family is that laughter and smiles during a fight or argument don't bring anything good, at least not if they're not from you, not to mention the applause from those who were in the building watching the fight.

I couldn't keep fighting with my blood, I felt weaker and dizzier, I was going to end up fainting from anemia, I tried to use my tentacles, but for some reason they didn't respond.

I stood up and kicked him in the abdomen with all my might. He just let out a small moan, but he didn't move an inch. I backed away. Normally, one of these kicks would send Jeff flying, so either he gave in, or this person was no match for him or me.

- All Migth, it's good that you came, Nezu told us to catch her but it's not possible without hurting her- said the woman of the pink mist.

- Calm down Midnight, I have her- All Migth said now.

- Yes, of course- I said as I took out the only knife I had left, my favorite and the first one Jeff gave me- dare to come closer and you'll see-

-We don't want to hurt you shonen- he said now calmly, with a worried expression.

-Oh no? Because I think my ears say otherwise- I said showing the blood that ran from them

- Oops, I think I overdid it- said the screamer with a nervous smile, earning a glare from Midnight and All Migth.

- I'm sorry about that, but believe me it won't happen again because...-

- Why? Why are you already here??- I asked with a raised eyebrow, repeating the phrase I had said at the beginning- Holy crap, who are you to believe yourself so much??- I said without letting my guard down, now they seemed even more surprised.

-You don't know who he is? - asked the one who had cloned himself.

-No, why would I know that??- I answered seriously, at that moment I felt like a bullet was heading towards me, thanks to Hoodie and because of so many bad experiences he gave me, I was able to quickly turn around and cut it with the knife. I felt the body heat on my back and as soon as I turned around I had the man even closer, I was going to hit him again when he grabbed my arms and lifted me off the floor, I kicked as much as I could but I couldn't do anything.

-Why do you have so much blood on your shonen clothes??-

-Well, if we leave aside the one in my ear, it's because Jeff always comes home with blood and since he knows it bothers me, the first thing he does is go hug me... today I couldn't escape- I said the last thing in a whisper while clenching my teeth remembering the moment.

-Jeff??- he asked confused.

-Jeff the Killer, I'm t/n the killer, Jeff's sister and Slenderman's daughter, I'm the darling of the mansion along with Sally... scared All might??- I said with a conceited smile, the truth is that's not my last name, but not being such a renowned assassin, since I'm not a murderer, my Crepypasta name only creates confusion instead of terror. With a smile I looked at him arrogantly, hoping he would let go of me and run as fast as he could with the others, of course I wasn't going to summon him, I was just going to use his name which is better known so that they would leave me alone once and for all.

- the Killer.. are you a killer??-

-Jeff the Killer, is he a new villain??-

-Slend what??-

- Duh, I'm Slenderman's daughter- I said ironically as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

-Who is Slenderman?- asked Midnight as he approached me, who by the way was still in the air held by "All Migth".

-Please are you going to tell me you don't know Slenderman??- everyone looked at me seriously, it seemed like they really didn't know what I was talking about- Oh please, the creepypastas, we are the biggest and most well-known killers ever, we are the nightmare of every child and adult, we are literally demons, who feed on the lives of others- I still didn't see any positive response for me- Oh come on we are universally known, because we are not satisfied with covering one world with fear, but several, all of them- I said while smiling cynically, another lesson from Laughing Jack, if words don't work the expressions of crazy people are scary. No one moved, it seemed like a madman was raving and they didn't give it any importance, and I was already getting worried, I couldn't call Ben or Bloody, or at least not in this way, I had to summon them and without being in our world they can't locate me or know when I'm in danger, in other words I'm fried- I AM A DAMN MURDERER, SO EITHER YOU LET ME GO NOW OR YOUR HEADS ROLL ON THE FLOOR-

- If you're a murderer, why didn't you kill me when you could? - said a kind of giant mouse as it made its way through everyone else.

- NEZU- the screamer spoke.

-Why did you take so long? You told us to hurry up but you're the last to arrive- now the scruffy one spoke.

- Calm down, I went to get something, put her down All Migth- ordered the mouse, or well, Nezu. All Migth slowly lowered me and the moment my feet firmly touched the floor he let go, took a step back, but stayed still behind me staring at me- I think this is yours young lady- he said handing me the Smile whistle that I had lost, Slenderma had made it for me, so that I wouldn't have to summon it the traditional way, I could use this whistle and call it, the moment it sounds he would come immediately- I know you didn't want to hurt me, you could have killed me, but you didn't, you just wanted to escape, if what you said is true and that is your family, then you were running away from them, weren't you?

-Why are you so sure that I didn't want to kill you??... and why are you giving me this??? You don't even know what it's for, I could kill you all as soon as I make it ring-

-I have to trust if I want them to trust me- he replied with a smile, as if it were the most obvious thing.

-And why do you want my trust? - I asked incredulously.

-You are strong, you would be a great heroine-

-Haven't you heard that I'm a murderer??-

-Did you kill someone?-

-Not yet, but I can do it...-

-And you want to do it? Do you want to be a murderer? - I didn't answer - that's what I thought.

-I know we got off on the wrong foot, but you could have stuck the knives in us, we are more problematic than robots- said Midnight smiling- but instead you decided to go against the inanimate.

-We also saw what you did with the walls, you never hit us like that, you were always careful when counterattacking- said one that looked like a rock.

-I think it's best to talk inside, the robots will take care of the mess, come- said Nezu taking one of the knives that I lost in the middle of the fight and handed it to me- you can use the whistle and your weapons as soon as we try to do something to you, it seems that you need help and we can give it to you. That's what heroes are for, isn't it- as soon as I took the knife the others approached and gave me my things, the last thing was the oz. I had everything in my hands and if I wanted to escape we would only continue going around in circles in the same place, I sighed and took the oz.

- Fine, but if at any time you want to do something you will regret it- I said sighing, following "Nezu" and the others inside.

Once in the studio we started talking, they explained to me where I was and the reason for all the mess, where I am is the largest hero academy in the country, and as the word says, here they train people, who by the way have powers that they call gifts or quirks, to turn them into heroes who fight against villains and blah blah ... In simple words, our enemies. Once they finished, I continued, I explained where I come from, anyway I had already opened my mouth and it would be very stupid to try to hide it. I told them about my so uneven but functional family, I also commented on what the job and family legacy are like, to which I disagreed, so I escaped and ended up here. After a great moment of murmurs Nezu decided to ask me to stay at school since he had nowhere to go, many opposed until he again stated that that was his only decision, the reason? Simple, I didn't want to be left out, I told them that they were looking for me and that it was very likely that they would find me, it would just take a while, so they didn't want an endless number of dead people, mutilated, without their organs, etc. to appear.

Also because I couldn't go through and go to another world just like that, the only way was by summoning Slenderman who would get me out of here, in other words bring the boss of the best assassins, and finally, the reason that convinced me, here I could become stronger, so much so that I could stop them or at least continue to frustrate their plans, since it is becoming increasingly difficult for me and many people end up hurt, some without me being able to save them.

In conclusion, starting tomorrow I would start training to become a heroine and fight against my family.

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