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Devotion

Fandom: Robin Hood (BBC TV Series)

Ship: Guy of Gisbourne x Robin Hood's Sister

Trope: Ennemies to lovers (sort of) - Angst with a fluffy ending

Note: @sorisooyaa Second one. I still don't know what to make of it, but it's there sooo....

Word count: 9 258

Warnings: SMUT (because I cannot write a story without a sex scene apparently), violence in acts and in words, threats of rape, threats, betrayal, mentions of starvation and torture. (Promise it's only in passing) Mentions of christian faith from the reader and from Guy.

Tag-list: @heilith @asgardianhobbit98 @middleearthpixie @glassgulls @evenstaredits @fizzyxcustard (I know you love Guy, I hope I did him justice :) ) @sotwk

“I want her imprisoned and hung! Now!”

The outrage was a novelty. Usually, you were only accompanied by the sound of the merchants, maybe the laughing children running around. You were not technically allowed to go out on your own, but the walls of your room were beginning to imprint themselves onto your mind and going crazy was not a death you were willing to live. The heavy hood on your head covered you enough for the Sheriff’s and Gisbourne’s men to patrol by without recognizing you. You were exchanging pleasantries with an old woman, when nearby a tall and broad-shouldered man had screamed after a thief.

“She stole a full loaf of bread! Arrest her!”

Of course, you had not seen the scene. You figured that he was right, the young girl struggling to get out of his grip, proof enough. She was still holding the bread trying to find an escape with her eyes when she landed on you. Why was it always you? You sighed, excusing yourself to the merchant before walking towards the commotion.

“Kind Sir, you would not deprive a young girl of food, would you?”

Only then did he look at you. He was towering over you, still not releasing the girl. With the cloth of her ragged tunic, you could not see, yet it was certain in your mind he was going to leave a mark.

“Only if she pays for it! It’s my life’s work lady. “-I will pay for it. As for you, Sir” you pointed a finger at his face, coming closer, making him step back, “God will see to it that your unchristian behaviour is punished.”

The merchant’s face fell as if the threat really frightened him, and in a swift movement, you pulled the girl out of harm’s way and behind you. She was shaking and crying. Two pieces of silver fell into his hand. Even then, the man did not seem satisfied. This time, he grabbed you by the arm to shake you down. Before you could do anything, the hood you were wearing fell backwards, revealing your face to the soldiers passing by. You panicked. If the Sheriff knew you were there, he was going to have you executed. You were a prisoner of his. Not a guest. He had made sure you had known that when they had found out about your existence.

Being Robin’s sister was not always an easy path to be on. Even if he had left you to watch over your parents’ estate, Robin had been foolish enough to think the Sheriff had principle. Or honour. As soon as he figured out you were related, a mysterious invitation demanded your presence in the city. For your protection. It came from the king. Or so you thought. Upon arrival, you were stripped of your clothes, dressed in rags and left in a prison cell for an unknown period of time with only water and stale bread. He wanted to break you, and he did. After a prolonged time in the shadows, you finally yielded, begging him to take you home. You did not know where Robin was, he knew that. What he wanted was to have you on his side, at least in appearance. You were living within the city walls, under constant surveillance. Luckily, some men and women within the castle were still on Robin’s side and helped you out of that godforsaken prison. What little privilege you had, you had because of your status. The Sheriff could not stop you from spending your own money, nor sending letters containing orders for your employees left to fend for themselves. He wanted to have your goodwill, to turn your brother to disgrace in the eyes of the people and finally capture him. After weeks and months, nothing had changed. The people of Nottingham were still on his side, no matter what. Even worse, they were suspecting something was afoot after you had arrived overnight, seemingly uninvited and did not make any public appearances for a long while. This would be the last straw to your precarious peace with the Sheriff. You turned to the girl, petrified behind you. “Run!” And she bolted. The soldiers noticed your predicament and were walking towards you. Your fingers were digging into the man’s forearm. He did not move. The bruise would have to be covered for the next few days, you thought. If you didn’t get caught before then. You closed your eyes, tears threatening to fall. Upon the soldiers approaching, the merchant thought his case won.

“Finally! I demanded your presence long ago! -Sir, unhand the lady, if you wish to keep your hand.”

The tone was unmistakable, his voice as level as could be. Gisbourne. You were dead.

Escorted by soldiers, you left the market without a word for any of your “saviours”. You could feel the animosity of Gisbourne’s men, angered by all the running around you had provoked. As you came to learn, your escapades were not as sneaky as you had thought. Vaisey had known about them all along, only authorizing them under the scrutiny of his guard dog. Alongside his men of course, tired of spending all their time running after you. Guy of Gisbourne was not what you would call a kind man. Sometimes, he would surprise you and everyone else - probably himself too - by making a merciful decision, such as leaving the girl and not sending after her. You hoped she was alright, these days survival was the only priority. The thought of having her steal again made you inexplicably sad.

Unexpectedly you were propelled forward, the horse under you coming to a halt. You ended up grabbing anything you could, forgetting who was in control of the horse. Hence, finding yourself face first into Gisbourne’s back, your hands clasped around his waist. Of course, he would not let a lady walk back to the castle. Even though you had walked from the castle in the first place. What it told you was not that he was a gentleman, but that he did not want you to run again. The hassle of having to find you the first time was enough for him.

“Milady. You can let go. We have arrived.”

He untangled your hand from his body with a quiet and soft chuckle. The sound surprised you both. A faint red tainted his cheeks as he dismounted. Your eyes scrutinized the man before you. His palm extended towards you, eyes cast downward. His body was stiff, his back straight, a hint of care in his manners. In hindsight, you had never seen him raise his voice at any woman. Not that you were interested in the man, in the first place. He was handsome, yes. When no one was looking, at the Sheriff’s table, you had noticed the way his eyes filled with something… something close to longing. His smile was so rare too. Although, you knew better than to trust appearances and did not dwell on the thought. His hands were covered in blood. That was who he was. Who you were, was someone who would do anything to stop him. This was the only thing you needed to know about Guy of Gisbourne.

You dismounted on your own, the rejection a not-so-subtle way of telling him to leave. Predictively, your clumsiness stroke. Luckily, the last man on Earth you wanted to, caught your waist, steadying you. The warmth of his hands knocked the air out of your lungs. For what felt like an eternity and in the blink of an eye, his palms settled there, thumbs moving in a slow soothing motion. You could feel the heat of his breath on the shell of your ear, his body slightly hovering above you. Every sense was heightened by his proximity. Until you pushed his hands back. Just as he had done with you, you slowly eased his fingers from your waist. The loss was felt deeply. Without turning around, you whispered a muffled “Thank you.” Frowning to yourself, the inner turmoil caused by his touch would not leave you. It had been so careful almost tender. Something stirred in you, unsettling you in the deepest. Gisbourne’s presence had never felt hostile to you, even if you knew of his actions. Somehow, he never felt like a threat to you, even as a sworn enemy and rival of your brother. He could have used you, punish you for what your brother had done - whatever that may have been. Marian was a good part of it, you knew that. She has chosen Robin, not Gisbourne. A cold feeling ran through you: had he ever stopped loving her? Despite everything had he not stopped caring for her? Worse: why was the notion of him caring for someone else, was so upsetting for you? The answer never came. In the shadows, he followed your steps, guiding you silently towards the main hall. You thought you knew what was to come. This moment between the two of you changed everything. But so little at the same time. You were still a prisoner. He was still a monster. Nothing would change that. You gained back composure as you stepped into the hall, hearing his steps closely behind you, ever watchful.

“Milady of Locksley. What a surprise to see you here! And here I thought I would find you in your chambers, quietly reading as a lady is supposed to. Not very lady-like of you to go running around with peasants.”

Vaisey’s breath stunk of wine and red meat. His nose was a mere inch away and you could count the riddles around his eyes as if they interested you. He stepped away, a cheerful expression on his face. That was a first.

“You see, milady, I am afraid that I will have to keep you much longer than anticipated. Indeed, your brother has yet to show a decline in popularity, and you have yet to help us find him… -Sheriff, with all due respect, which is to say none, could you get to the point? I have a better story than yours to get back to.”

Your words rang in the air, echoing through the room. His face was twisted. He gripped your jaw. He, too, would leave bruises you’d have to cover. Somewhere behind you, you could feel Gisbourne straighten. Just as an archer ready to shoot, the arrow taunted and eyes on the target.

“Stupid, silly, little girl. You do not know who you are playing with, do you?”

He observed you, from one side to the other, manhandling your jaw, hurting you more and more. One of your teeth was bound to break if he kept at it. Deliberately, he gripped your throat, not enough to hurt but enough to know he could strangle you in a second.

“Sir…”

It had escaped him. Knowing full well what his superiors would and could do to him, at that moment, Guy did not care. For if he had learned something about you, all those afternoons and mornings watching over your every move, is that you were kind. Smart. Rebellious and resilient more than he could ever be. If he had been foolish enough to say it aloud, he would have said his feelings for you rivaled those he had for Marian. But he could not. Not yet. So, instead, he said the only thing he hoped would save you.

“What? Don’t you see I am occupied?”

He steeled himself for what was to come, stepping next to you.

“Sir, I fear that if any harm were to come to her, the riots would only grow stronger. Would it not be wise to lock her in her room and limit her outings as you thought? -She defies me. She defies you too, you know. Sneaking around, losing your men in the marketplaces and the streets of Nottingham.”

Vaisey eyed his right-hand man. Unfortunately, the appointed Sheriff knew where people’s weaknesses laid, and he knew how to manipulate them.

“Unless… you have a soft spot for maidens in distress? First, Marian and now this one?”

A shiver ran down your spine as he focused on you once again. His hand had an ever-growing grip on your throat, even with you were desperately trying to get his hand to give, nails biting into his flesh, leaving blood and red trails on his wrist. The world was becoming darker with each passing heartbeat, the air barely passing through your lips and nose. Then, abruptly, he released you, and you fell to your knees. Gisbourne did not move, only clenching his fist in frustration as you were coughing harshly at his feet. This was humiliating. When you gained back your breath, you stood up, voluntarily stepping forward, standing your ground. Vaisey laughed, pouring himself another cup of wine. His face lit up. An idea had emerged in his brain and you were not sure you wanted to know what it was.

“Gisbourne, since you cannot seem to keep notorious thief Robin Hood’s little sister under control, how would you like it if I made the task easier for you? -What do you mean?”

He looked you over, lurking at your body as if it was a piece of meat ready to be eaten.

“I mean, that his little bird is not going anywhere. But what better way of keeping her from running if she was bound to this place… in holy matrimony.”

Before you had a chance to realize it, Vaisey ordered his guards to keep you quiet and still. This time, tears did spill, down your cheeks, wetting the hand of whoever was keeping you from speaking.

“I would have taken her for myself, alas my interest lie elsewhere, and I have no patience for a wench who can not keep her place.” The Sheriff licked his lips, visibly amused and excited by your predicament “Although, I would have had a good time taming her.”

Gisbourne was heaving. He could not… would not entertain the idea of marriage. It felt beyond him. A muted hope lit up inside him. Was it the only chance he’d have at love? The beacon was extinguished just as it appeared. You did not want him. None of the women he had cared for wanted him. Guy knew himself to be many things, including a murderer. But forcing your hand, he could not do it.

“My lord, I can not accept. -Oh, but you’ll have to. This” He gestured to you, as you were still struggling against the hold the guards had on you. “Is your punishment. Everything she does you will have to answer for. If you lose her or if she escapes, your head rolls. It was simple enough to keep her within the castle, but you spectacularly failed at that too. I should hope that chained to you, you would not let her go. Find a way to make her tame. Put a baby or two in her, that will keep her occupied.”

The thought of it made you want to gag, your body used and abused, violated beyond recognition, your very existence not your own. You would rather die than suffer such a fate.

“Her presence here is essential. Her brother will come in search of her. If he has not already. The sister escaped you, why would the brother be any different? -Sir… -That is an order! She will be your wife and you will be her husband. I do not want to hear another word from you before I see Robin Hood’s head on a spike. If not his, then it’ll be yours.” Vaisey stepped closer to Guy, a finger pointed at his chest. “Find a priest. Marry the girl. Spread the news and her thighs. The brother will come running. He is a hero after all, is he not?” A dark chuckle escaped his lips. “Now out of my sight before I change my mind and have you both hung.”

The guards released you within the confines of your bedroom. Gisbourne had not followed. He was probably searching for a priest at this very moment. You felt stupid for ever thinking something could be salvaged about him. Whatever your heart and body were telling you, they had to be wrong. That moment had been a fluke, a passage of weakness you would soon come to forget about. Nighttime came and still no sign of him. Maybe, just maybe, he had fled, to save himself from impending death. Your skin was tingling where he had touched you still. The bruises on your arms and throat were more painful though, erasing any softness you could have felt. Despite your initial doubts and hopes, Gisbourne did show up. With a priest. Neither addressed you, only stepping in the room without being invited to. Even if you had wanted to speak, your throat felt as if it was about to rupture.

“Is this the lady?”

Guy nodded. His breath hitched in his throat upon seeing your arm and neck. The purple marks were still there, an awful reminder of what you had survived. And what he could not prevent.

“Place yourself in front of one another.”

You looked at Gisbourne, words stuck. You frowned. He looked so lost. Awkward, bashful even. He took his gloves off, revealing his hands. He took yours in his with careful movements, minding your injuries. It confused you, his gentle manners and his murderous ways. You followed him, moving according to the priest’s demands. You would not be able to escape this, even if you ran he would catch you, you could not scream, and he had to have bribed the priest into some sort of agreement. It was all orchestrated to trap you. The lump in your throat made it even harder to breathe. The robes of the priest smelled of wine and sweat. He was probably somewhere else when Gisbourne had plucked him out. He did not even ask for your consent. Merely mumbled the vows and added: “You may kiss the bride.”

Gisborne was unreadable, even at such a short distance. Closing your eyes in the hopes it would pass soon, the warmth of his fingertips putting a strand of your hair away made you jump. You heard a sharp intake of air before he leaned in and put his lips to your cheek. It was slow, thought-through, and delicate. So many adjectives, you would never have associated with him, as late as of this morning. Once the priest went, he lingered in the room, fidgeting with his gloves. It felt as if he was about to say something. But he shut his mouth and left the room. He did not come back. Not even to claim what was his to claim. Insomnia plagued you that night, not being able to sleep more than a few hours at a time, until dawn came, all too soon.

Somehow, the Sheriff had organized what he called an “impromptu” dinner for your “hidden” union. One he intended to see to the consumption. The thought left you quiet and frightened. The bruises on your forearm and neck were now yellowish, healing slowly but surely. Unlike your ego. Vaisey was a snake. He needed to be treated like one. Poisoned by his fangs. Nevertheless, this was not the most pressing issue at the moment. Your heartbeat was erratic, panic settling in your bones at the Sheriff’s initial intentions. Gisbourne had not appeared again after last night. Hopelessly, you had thought he would. To talk at least. This was a brutal way of marrying someone. Your faith had guided you all your life. This marriage even if forced was to be respected. You were to spend the rest of your lives together and it felt strange to avoid each other like so. A young maid knocked on the door, before entering your room. She helped you get changed, and left again without a word. This silence around you was going to drive you insane. You grabbed your coat, opening your bedroom door in a hurry, only to be met with two guards and Guy of Gisbourne about to knock.

“Oh.”

Guy looked you over. You were breathing rapidly, from what he assumed to be the hurry you were in, your dress in a maroon colour he immediately recognized. Despite the Sheriff’s threat, you were about to go out. He gritted his teeth.

“Leave us.”

The guards hesitated. He threw them a look over his shoulder and they left rapidly. Without asking you, he stepped forward, making you go back into your room. Your hands were still clutching your cloak. Fear took you over as he closed the door behind him.

“Do you have a death wish?”

His eyes met yours, his full height towering above you. You craned your neck to meet his stare with the powerful force of the steel hiding in them.

“The Sheriff specifically asked for you to stay here. -I know.”

Your voice was hoarse and harsher than you intended it to be. His hand inched toward your neck, and you flinched. He pulled back when he saw it, not wanting to hurt you more.

“If you know, then why were you about to leave?”

He signaled to your hands, holding on to the cloth for dear life. He kept overstepping into your space, making you step back until you could not anymore, stuck between the wall and his unimpressed stare.

“I wasn’t… -Do you think me a fool?”

You bit your lip. Answering him would only bring more trouble.

“Do not answer that. I do not need your wits today.”

He sighed, lowering his head in an exasperated gesture. He was resigned, you would always defy the Sheriff’s authority. He only had to make sure you were not slandering his name. Or running off into the forest. Away from him, he thought.

“If we want this” he gestured between the two of you, even with the minimal space left. You could feel his breath against your cheeks. It only made them warmer, remembering the dream from the night before. “To work, you will have to follow the rules.” You scoffed, undignified.

“I am not one of your men, you cannot tell me what to… -I am not trying to tell you what to do, I am trying to protect you!”

He was angry. Frustrated by your actions. You knew he was right, even if you did not want him to be. He was right. It felt excruciating, the tear in your mind almost able to be touched, between reason and feelings, between the will to leave and the fact that you would be leaving everything behind. Including him. You looked up, staring straight into his eyes, willing yourself to put up a front. Always. The only thing you had not accounted for was the way he looked at you. His mouth agape, affection clear on his face. His pupils were blown, as dark as the abyss you were falling into. His brows furrowed in frustration and fear. You wanted to think he was genuine in his intentions, but the voice of reason was always pulling you back. He wanted your brother dead, you told yourself. That was more than ample reason to hate the man, anger flaring up in you, destroying everything in its path. You lowered your eyes, missing the way he pulled away from you, wounded, stepping back until he opened the door and turned one last time to you.

“I have no intention of forcing your hand. You make your own choices. Yet, those choices implicate me now. Would you consider it the next time you try to run away? -Why would I? My brother is in danger because of you! Because of you and your misplaced attachment!”

The words had escaped you before you could think. It was as if the place was set on fire all of a sudden. He did not touch you, but he might as well have with the brutality of his words.

“My misplaced attachment? Do you remember who your brother is? Who you are loyal to? His actions have led to lives lost! He is a thief! -Just like the Sheriff and you then! My loyalty is the only thing keeping you and your men from killing him! He is my brother! We grew up together! We…” Tears swelled in your eyes. Your hand drew his eyes to your collarbones and the yellow bruise on your throat. Guilt washed over him. He let that happen to you. The sadness, the anguish of not knowing if Robin was alive, everything for him to see written plain as day on your face. What husband did he make causing you to suffer, not being able to defend yourself…

“We grieved our parents together. We shared secrets, waves of laughter and scrapped knees. Late night stories and early morning horse-rides…” Something in you snapped. You turned away from Gisbourne, fearing for your life if he was to reach out to you.

“I had to marry you. Spend the rest of my life… with someone who wants to kill the only family I have left. Do you see the torture I am in or are you just blind?”

His silence made you wonder if he had not left the room altogether. Guy was taken aback by your sudden outburst. His honour depended on him achieving what the Sheriff asked him to do. His heart on the other hand… Seeing you hurt, desperate, and your spirits broken was the last thing he wanted to do. Marian came to his mind, fleeting, only passing through to remind him: she did not choose him. Neither did you. Would he ever learn? His love was not worth it. His affections were not required. All he loved, he loved alone. It was time he accepted it. A soft thud echoed in your bedroom. He had put a box on a table, near the fireplace.

“I will leave this here. If you will, I… I could accompany you. Outside, to the market, wherever you want to go.”

You did not answer, wrapping your arms around yourself, the sobs finally stopping. It was pathetic. How much you wanted him to say he was sorry, so you could forgive him.

“I hoped…” his throat felt tight, keeping the words at bay for a minute “I hoped that at least, my company would not be such a burden for you to bear. Maybe not now, but in the future. I have no wish to see you suffer. Nor in pain.”

A muted metallic sound let you know he had left the room. When you turned around, a faint smell of leather and heat was still lingering in the air. It made your heart clench. You went on to look at the small wooden box he had left on the table. Your fingers opened it before you could think the action through. A wedding band. You closed it in a hurry, afraid and happy.

The banquet arrived all too fast. Vaisey had outdone himself. Or told someone to. The decorations were nothing short of ostentatious, tapestries hanging from the walls, candles being lit everywhere, and tables full of plates capable of feeding more than a family of four could have in months. It was disingenuous, a display of wealth you could not bear to see. Gisbourne arrived soon after you. He looked at your hands. The band was there, settled perfectly on your finger. His chest filled with pride.

“Milady. -Sir.”

You bowed to him, willing yourself to be impassible. So far, if your companion’s stare was any indication, it worked. He offered you his arm, and you felt yourself tremble, laying your hand on his forearm. Without breaking eye contact, he grabbed your hand and kissed it tenderly, his lips leaving a hot feeling where they met your wedding band. It had taken you hours to decide whether or not you were going to wear it. Not wearing it would mean a sign of defiance to the Sheriff and you did not need any more of his wandering eyes on you, whereas wearing it meant… meant you belonged to someone, which left a sour taste in your mouth. Out of the two evils, at least you knew one of them to be more benevolent than the other.

“The newlyweds!”

The cry made you stiffen in fear. Your hand gripped Guy’s arm in response to it. He stood up, head high, putting himself a step before you, in a posture you assumed to be of protection. Was he protecting you? The thought was quickly erased from your mind, and the hope accompanying it was sniffed out when he let go of your hand. Vaisey was arriving towards you. Instinctively, you stepped forward almost colliding with Guy’s shoulders. Your hand wasn’t even an inch away from his.

“Gisbourne. Any news on the Locksley front?

Men have been posted at all entries. Guards as well.”

You clenched your jaw, looking at him sideways. The bastard.

“Oh. Milady of Gisbourne is not too happy about it. Remember, if you can’t tame her, I’ll be happy to do it myself…”

Guy’s face was stern. No emotions transpired. There, next to him, you worried he might lurch and kill the Sheriff with his own hands. Your palm met his wrist as he was about to raise his hand. His eyes snapped to you, surprised by your gesture. Though, you were not looking at him. With a saccharine smile on your lips, you addressed Visay straight on.

“I will have you know Sheriff that my husband sleeps with a sword next to him. I, on the other hand, prefer a good old dagger. Covered in poison of course. Would you like to know the provider for such a weapon? Coups are so frequent these days. Especially with…” you eyed him up and down, biting back a smirk. “Temporary replacements.”

Your tone was laced with charm and softness, yet the sharp threat underneath it all was clear.

“If that was all, I believe the first dance is ours. You’ll excuse us, will you not?”

Visay gritted his teeth, Gisbourne visibly approving of your behaviour.

“Of course, Milady.”

He let you pass in front, stopping Gisbourne in his tracks. “Get him. I will not accept another failure from you. Think about what I could do with her once you’re out of the way…”

You had stopped a few steps ahead, looking around, head high as always, saluting nobles of the court in a rehearsed manner. Guy nodded curtly before leaving Visay right there. The Sheriff did not know if he had made a wise choice when putting the two of you together. He hoped for more fight, even some evident traces of violence on you. Anything to get the Hood’s blood boiling. As usual, he feared his amusement had gotten the better of him. He should have taken care of this himself.

The feast lasted until the heavy hours of the night, leaving drunkards and young couples behind. Your feet were killing you, the wine still present in your body making you lean into Guy a lot more than you would have done sober. He was not complaining. Your hair smelled divine, with fresh flowers and honey. Maybe he had drunk a little too much himself. Or not enough for what he was about to do. He accompanied you back to your chambers, opening the door for you to step in. Without a second thought, you took your shoes off, walking barefoot on the cold stone floor, a sigh of contentment passing through your lips. The guards were dismissed. Gisbourne, hypnotized by you, smiled despite himself. You were flushed, eyes just as fiery as ever, but, still, not looking at him. He put his hand inside one of his pockets. What he had between his fingers was enough to get him executed for treason. Although he had made his choice, Guy was not sure what your reaction to this would be. You were his to protect and to love. To serve too. His choice was made. The price for it would come soon enough.

“Your brother left this for you.”

You opened your eyes, not quite believing your ears. Guy was reaching out, putting a piece of paper in your hand. He closed your fingers around it, seeing your face going from one emotion to the other, not knowing what to do with yourself. You sat down on the edge of your bed, carefully opening it. A small flower fell. A forget-me-not. You smiled. Guy’s heart skipped a beat when you brought the flower to your lips. How he wished to be those petals, graced by your breath. Graced by you. What you read made you laugh, and cry a little. The whole time he just stood there waiting for you to finish it. The closed door next to him was calling for him to leave. Hope in his chest told him to stay, just for a little while longer. The letter wasn’t even that long. In essence, Robin was asking for you to keep your head low until he would come and save you. He had not abandoned you. Your eyes met Guy’s over the paper. He seemed out of place, a prisoner of his world. He had done that for you. Collected a message from Robin for you. He had risked his life for you. A warm feeling erupted in your chest akin to birds in flight. The relief in your eyes stopped his breath. You got up from the bed, your dress caressing the floor in gentle sounds. He felt more than he saw your hand on his chest, pulling yourself up. Your lips on his cheek melted everything. The armour, the mask he wore, his barriers, walls… Everything, in one kiss. His breath hitched when you pulled away.

“Thank you.”

The words rang in his ears. His hand came to rest upon yours, right above his heart. The drumming beat underneath your fingers echoed your own. He leaned, his forehead meeting yours in an intimate embrace. Soon, he pulled away, earning a heavy sigh from your lips. Your head bowed questioned him. He pulled your chin up, delicately.

“What is the matter?”

Close like this, his voice resonated through you like a lightning bolt in the dark. Your eyebrows were knitted together, hesitation etched in your eyes. You showed him the letter.

“Is this… are you still going after him?”

His hands went to your cheeks, keeping your eyes level with his. There was nothing but pure devotion in his eyes. It made you shiver. Only then, did you realize the power this man held over you. And you over him.

“I have cared for you long enough to know I would do anything not to hurt you. Including betraying my values and duties. I would burn the world to the ground if only to make you smile at me.”

He looked at you intently, his thumb tracing the shape of the apple of your cheek, drawing his fingers lower still, settling on your jaw. The sensation was overwhelming you, your ragged breath fanning over his cheeks, your sensations swallowing your thoughts entirely.

“Guy.”

He was startled by the sound coming out of your mouth. That name had been nothing short of a curse for him, yet it felt the greatest blessing of them all in your mouth.

“Yes? -Kiss me.”

A split second passed before he pulled you in by the waist, closing the distance between the two of you. His kisses began gentle, tender, turning hungry, harsh, pulling moans and whimpers out of you. He was gripping your hips, before embracing your whole body in his arms, willing for you to be one. His lips traveled to the junction of your shoulder and neck, gently nipping. You yelped, alarming him.

“Are you hurt? -No. Quite the opposite…”

He frowned, barely catching his breath before you pulled him with you towards the bed. You met no resistance. You made him sit, placing yourself between his legs, your hands coming to rest on his shoulders. His hands moved up to your hips, enticing you closer. His forehead met your sternum, your fingers carding through his hair, dark locks untangling between your knuckles. The air was stifled between desire and agony, not knowing how far things could go, or how far either of you wanted it to go. So, you stayed there, him hugging your body as he would a lifeline; you kept him there, caressing his face in slow motions, reassuring yourself he was indeed real. Time passed without either of you noticing, until Guy looked up at you, murmuring your name, mouth barely opened, scared he would chase the dream away.

“Aren’t your legs hurting? -A little. Nothing I can’t…”

His hands were faster than your words as he pulled your knees up, one after the other, making you sit on his lap. An involuntary gasp passed your lips. His smirk was quickly hidden. Without another word, he kissed you again, leisurely mapping over the expanse of your stomach, your back, your ass, your thighs. It knocked every hesitation you might have had out of the window. You willed your legs wider apart, pulling your dress higher than needed, revealing skin and heat. Your fingertips toying with the collar of his shirt were finally met with his as he pulled it off. His eyes met yours, ever so inquisitive. His scars were visible, some deeper than others. It was only fair to show him yours in return. As if reading your mind, he pushed you off of him, getting up from the bed and turning you around. The only sounds you heard were the unmistakable sound of a blade and the snap your laces made as they were cut through. The corset fell to the floor, your hands pulled the rest of the clothes down. Your back was littered with traces of whips. Some of them were so deep, it must have been hard to move for several weeks after that. As he did not move, you turned around awkwardly covering your breasts, modestly trying to hide them.

“Who?”

His hands grabbed your face, anger transpiring.

“Visay.”

He looked at you, all frowns and tears unshed. His eyes were glimmering with them. You reached to him, erasing them in earnest. “I’ll kill him for…” Your lips shushed him in a heated kiss. You guided his hands on your body, eyes pleading with him. Not tonight. Not now. Obedient as ever, he complied. You laid down on the bed, his body hovering above you. His lips and moans were tantalizing. As if in trance, he followed down the path from your jaws to your collarbone, mindful of the bruises there, worshiping this body of yours in every touch, every moment. His movements were calculated, even if hesitant, always asking you if you were feeling good, making sure your desires were fulfilled. You could feel the hammer in his chest resonating through your ribcage, through the skin, in echo with you. Soon, you found yourself closing your eyes, your breathing altered in a shapeless rhythm. Your knuckles were turning white, your hands clawing at the sheets like a woman possessed. The way his tongue curled against you made you lose all train of thought. As if he had done it thousand times before, his lips were making sinful sounds, while his nose was pressing against the apex of your thighs. The pleasure you felt, kept on growing and growing until you could not hold it anymore. Silently, you arched your back a soundless cry leaving your lips. Guy pulled away. His head leaned against your thigh, an easy smile appearing on his gleaming mouth. You could feel, still, his hand on your hip drawing mindless patterns there. You reached out for him. Before you could think of anything to say, he pulled you to his bare chest, leaving no space between you two. Without an afterthought, his rough fingertips were caressing the birth of your back in a soothing gesture. It lulled you to sleep quickly, feeling safe and sound in this bed with him. The thought almost made him cry. Him, whose only purpose was to fight, to obey, to threaten and to be violent, had found in you a new home. A new reason for a new beginning. He promised himself then, that whatever was to happen next, he would never let anyone ever, hurt you again.

Upon the morning, your hand reached out for him in a familiar gesture you did not know you had. His face was peaceful for once, a deep sense of contentment settling in his brow. Leaning up, you placed a delicate kiss on his cheek bone. He stirred a little, his hand curving around your waist, pulling your body closer to him. The cold air of the room and the sunlight sneaking through the window brought a sense of urgency over you. He had spent the night here. In your bed. You sat up in a hurry, pulling your night dress over your head. But, before you could get yourself more stressed out, he pulled you in bed with him, visibly very widely awake this time.

“What are you doing?”

The gruff of his voice made you shiver slightly. You caressed his jaw, the stubble there scratching your palms, a hint of a worry in your voice. “You spent the night.”

He smiled lazily into your hair, his hand settling at the nape of your neck.

“Yes. I believed it is allowed between a husband and his wife.”

Oh. Oh. Would he believe you had forgotten about that? Yes, it even made him laugh. You were so cute when confused like this. Mornings were not on your side by any means but this was new. The domesticity was new. You did not know how to feel about it.

“I… -You forgot. -I did not. -You did.”

You hit his shoulder, half a smile on your face. He pulled your chin up, hooded eyes meeting yours. His lips leisurely covered yours in a deliberately slow kiss. His chest was warm against your palms. Eager to meet his skin, your fingers ran across the planes of his back, while he pushed you down, spreading your thighs with his hips. His hands made your back arch against him, your breasts peaking under him meeting his chest through the cloth of your dress. He was hard against your abdomen. Desire pooled there, down, between your lips as well at the idea of him deeply seethed inside you. Guy must have sensed it, for he pulled any remaining garments off of you, before taking your hand in his. Kneeling on the bed, he put your sweaty palm against his waist, letting you found your way to the waistband of his trousers. The leather there clung onto his skin, just a little too tight not to notice the bulge threatening to snap the cloth in two. Your fingers were shaking as you undid his bounds. Then, once you were done, he pulled them down and he was finally bare in front of you. In the morning light, he was glorious. Breathtaking. You leaned against one of the post of the bed, biting your lips hard. You were clenching on nothing, seeing him there. He smiled wickedly at you, all but throwing himself on you, devouring your mouth in a hungry haze you never wanted to snap out of. Quickly, his fingers find the hair between your thighs, caressing down until he met your clit, drawing heavy, long, drawn out circles around it. He felt so powerful. More powerful than he had ever been before. Graced by God in the perfection that you were. He felt trusted and trusting. Your eyes met his in a silent plea. The need for him was plain and simple. Still, he could not help himself.

“Are you sure?”

Surprised, he followed your pull on his neck to your lips, all but falling into you.

“Yes. God, please, yes.”

The ushered tone to his ears, your legs secured around him while your hips could not help but press onto his cock. He readjusted his hold on you, entering you in one swift movement. The cry escaping your lips was nothing short of sinful. He could live only hearing that noise, over and over and over again. The burn of him soon left to be replace by untethered pleasure. It was foreign and familiar at the same time. You could feel him inside of you, move and hold on to you as he would a lifeline. His grip on your hips tightened. Those bruises you would cherish, you were sure of it. Your chest fell and rose with each movement. It elicited so many sensations in you, you were incapable of forming words or thoughts. His mouth met your shoulder in an attempt to keep quiet but to no avail. You felt his release deep inside you, quickly followed by your own.

As he pulled himself off of you, a knock resonated through the room. You exchanged an inquisitive look with Guy. You were not expecting anyone today. A second knock, much more impatient, hit the door. You pulled yourself up, and covered yourself in your night dress, opening the door slightly. It was pushed open by none other than Visay.

“Well, well, well, what have we here? Lovebirds huh? How sweet is that?”

The guards behind him laughed heavily. You doubted they were genuine. Guy had barely had the time to put on his trousers.

“Gisbourne, I need you to make a sweep in the castle and in the town. Apparently, our dear Hood was there yesterday. Yet, he still escaped you.” His forefinger dug into Guy’s chest. He remained stoic, almost calm. His eyes felt heavy on you, sparing only a glance before Visay almost kicked him out. In a flash of remembrance, you wondered where the letter he had brought you the day before was. But before you could recall, Visay gripped one of your wrist twisting it until you could no longer move your arm. The guards, even if not entirely in agreement with him, were afraid, and frightened men were even more loyal to the one holding the chains than the one being beat up with them. Their eyes told you that if you made a move, they’d make you pay double for it. On the verge of stepping out of the door, Guy turned around, eerily quiet. He was buttoning up his shirt, taking his time. Somehow, you knew what he was about to do before he did it. He pulled out a knife out of one of his boots and threw it in Visay’s direction before he was grabbed by the guards. He was pushed to his knees in an instant. Visay merely laughed before releasing you and picking the knife up.

“Oh my poor Gisbourne. Has your brain gone to goo?…” He kneeled in front of him. Gesturing towards you he added: “Or has the pussy been that good?”

Without a second thought, Guy spat in his face. Visay’s first instinct was to strike him, so he did. His second instinct was to strike him a second time, but he thought better of it. He had quite the tools at his disposal to make him yield. Including you. The knife in hand, he turned around and pushed you down.

“Poor little bird… Doesn’t know what’s best for her? I’ll show you what’s best for you, you bitch.”

You knew exactly what he meant to do as punishment for Guy’s affront. One of his hand blocked your wrists above your head, as his knee was pulling your thighs apart. The knife started to tear at the cloth you were wearing. It would not hold long against it. Despite his best efforts your husband could not get out of the grip the guards had on him. Still, he trashed like a man possessed. Yelling insults and threats you could not hear. You could only hear that old man on top of you, his knife leaving marks deep in your skin, trying to entice you into keeping your legs open for him. You knew how to trash around too. One of your knees made contact with his groin and he doubled over in pain. Guy stopped moving when he saw you had the knife in your hands. His face went white when he saw the blood on you. Visay was less than happy about your little stunt. While the room had gone quiet, even the guards not daring to move, Guy jumped to his feet and knocked Visay down in one motion. He pulled him by the collar, and knocked his head and body against the wall so hard, he would have a concussion later on. For the moment you did not care. Everything was hurting, your thighs, your chest, your arms. The monster had left almost no part of you intact. Suddenly tired, you relinquished the knife to Guy’s expertise. Without an afterthought, he plunged it into Visay’s guts. The man was moving like a loose puppet, making the blade only go deeper in the wound. The loyal men did nothing. They were too afraid of the one who had defied their boss and won. In a disarray, the soldiers let both you and Guy leave unscathed. And you followed him. As you would to the ends of the Earth. You felt a fool for trusting him too fast. Yet, he had thrown away everything he held dear and holy, for you. Only for you. But you were so tired. Before you could stop it, you collapsed against the stone floors.

When you opened your eyes, everything was dark. A little light came through some kind of cloth above you. Had the sky been torn? Your head was pounding, but at least, you could feel your arms and legs. As well as a light movement from where you were. Using your hands you pushed upwards and sat up. Horses. It smelled like horses. And the grass. God, how much you had missed the smell of grass. You were in a carriage, it seemed. One of hay, perhaps? It was too dark to tell. Your wounds stung as you moved around. Only then did you notice the fresh bandages on your limbs and the new brown cloth of a gown you did not own. A hand pushed you back down. A woman’s hand. Her words were hard to understand but when you saw her face, you knew exactly where you were. Or at least where you were headed.

“Marian?”

She called your name again, this time you heard loud and clear.

“You need some rest, please, lay back down. -How? Where?… Where’s Guy? We were with Visay and then… -Slow down. We know. He told us.”

You frowned. Her voice was soothing you yet your thoughts were spinning out of control.

“He told you? What…?”

The carriage came to a stop then. The light came in as someone pulled the cloth apart, revealing the early evening sky behind them. You could recognize that face anywhere.

“Robin!”

You winced as you jumped off your feet and out of the carriage, hugging your brother as if your life depended on it.

“Oh my God, I really thought for a second…” You pushed out of the embrace in a swift motion, keeping him at arms length. “Wait. You had me so worried! I’ve spent months in that castle trying to escape and you come in now?! I’ve been waiting the whole time! What took you so long!” You slapped his shoulder and he pretended for a minute to be hurt.

“I am sorry I could not get you before. We had our own adventures to deal with. But as soon as I heard you were married to Gisbourne I had to come to get you! -You do hate the man. -I do. I did. He did help you escape though.”

You smiled fondly at Robin, his soft side always a reminder of the good in this world. An anxious thought reached your mind.

“Where is he, Robin?”

A queasy smile on his face, he gestured to the head of the carriage. There, you could see Guy’s silhouette dismounting. His eyes met yours. He ran to you.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again.”

His eyes were mischievous but the strong hold he had on your shoulder was a sign he was not joking. He pulled you against him, kissing the crown of your head, his hands settling on your face. His thumbs moving in slow circles on your cheeks, settling himself in your warmth and real breaths.

“I am alright now. Thanks to you.”

A pained expression appeared on his face.

“No. I… was helpless. I could not save you. I could not protect you… I…”

The kiss was meant to be reassuring and innocent. Instead it turned hungry and passionate. Out of the corner of your eyes, you could see Marian and Robin walking away silently.

“You did save me. You save me, everyday. I don’t know what I would have done if I had been forced to marry someone else but you… -Perish the thought. I’m never letting you marry anyone else.”

Your laugh echoed in his ear, like a sound he knew by heart and was discovering for the first time in years. All of a sudden he felt emotional. Needing to tell you how much he adored you.

“I never realized it until now but I think… I truly think I was in love with you even before we met…”

Your stunned silence drove his thoughts in the wrong direction.

“You don’t have to say anything. I know you don’t feel the same. Not yet anyway. It’s alright. I have you, so, everything will be alright.”

His arms tightened around your waist, your forehead against his chest. A moment passed in silence. The words were escaping you, but they’d have to do anyhow.

“ Guy… I… I can not imagine a future without you in it. Our relationship moved so fast, it shook me a little. But… I don’t want a life where you’re not in with me. No. I cannot and will never picture a life where you are not tied to me like you are right now. If this is not love, I don’t know what it is…”

His eyes were fixed on the horizon, the forest behind and the people in the camp talking. He was listening to you, you knew that. If he was hearing you was something else entirely. Your fingertips found the side of his face and forced him to look at you.

“Guy of Gisbourne, I believe I was not in love with you before we met. I know I hated you with everything in my being. And then you touched me and everything changed. You fell for me softly and reverently as you do with all things. I fell for you - as I do in life - passionately and wholeheartedly. I don’t regret it. I love you, Guy of Gisbourne… Whether you like or not.”

He looked at you with awe, wondering for a moment how lucky he could have been to find you in this life. He had been right about something. With you, everything was going to be alright.

#robin hood bbc #guy of gisbourne x f!reader #robin's sister!au #gisbourne x reader #tw: smut #tw: physical abuse #tw: mental abuse #tw: religion #devotion #one-shot

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swanprincessodette · 8 days

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┌─── ✧Personality Analysis✧ ───┐

Fighter: Despite being told to be a good girl and to listen rather than address the issues at hand, Odette also defends herself from situations she's uncomfortable in or she finds antagonistic. Even when Rothbart told her he'd do anything to make her accept his proposal, she replied, "I rather die first."

Imagination/Fun: Odette loves acquiring new information that both benefits her and her kingdom. Other than her royal duties, she is seen flirting with the castle guards, mostly to bother Prince Derek, coming up with imaginative plays, and beating her subordinates in chess.

Pain: Odette has endured years of pain due to Rothbart's mental abuse and the transformation process her body endures to turn into a swan. She learned to hide her emotions even when put under heavy pressure.

#x --- swan headcanons #just 3 things for now #swanprincessodette #swan princess #the swan princess #tw: mental abuse #tw: body harm #swanesthetic

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irondadmadlads · 2 years

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Irondad Prompt #6:

Don’t get me wrong, May’s abusive boyfriend is one of my favorite tropes. But I noticed many of these stories are lacking in the emotional and mental repercussions of abuse.

I want to see stories in which Peter stops talking to Karen while patrolling, in which he deletes messages to and from Tony, Ned, and MJ because May’s boyfriend likes to go through his phone.

I want to see stories in which Peter stops going to the tower, or anywhere for that matter except school, because May’s boyfriend installed a tracker on his phone.

I want to see stories in which Tony asks Peter about his broken and cracked phone that barley works. Peter replies he “just dropped it down the stairs.” Tony doesn’t need to know May’s boyfriend destroyed it when he came home five minutes passed curfew.

I want to see stories in which May’s boyfriend teases Peter for things he’s insecure about (I.e. “I’m not a girl! I’m a boy! I mean, I’m a man!) and then when Peter expresses discomfort, the reply is “Can’t you take a joke?”

I want to see stories in which May’s boyfriend tells Peter to “Man up!” or “Boy’s don’t cry!” so Peter begins to become numb to feeling anything.

And most of all, I want stories that show the process of recovery

I want stories where Tony notices Peter constantly apologizing for small things he’d never apologize about before. Where Peter begins to breakdown over a dumb argument, where he’s shaking and crying, and Tony has never seen him this worked up before. Where Peter is berating himself for being too dumb to do calculus or chemistry.

I want stories where Tony asks May if anything changed in recent months, and when May mentions her new boyfriend, Tony can’t deny what’s right in front of him.

I want stories where Tony and May remind Peter every chance they get that he’s enough. That he’s not worthless, useless, an idiot, anything else that asshole told him. That it’s okay to cry, and they’ll be there for him.

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haikyu-after-dark · 2 years

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Korai Hoshiumi x Tall, Chubby Fem! Reader (she/her)

Warnings: swearing, emotional and mental abuse, pet names used, YN’s manager is the bad guy if you haven’t already guessed, Korai being a horny man again 🙄, possessive Korai, exaggerated descriptions of being a model

WC: 6.6k

AN: this is a long boi 😅 I didn’t want to break it up so you get this instead! Also I probably should have put this sooner but this is a FICTIONAL situation with FICTIONAL characters, so please keep that in mind ❤️ it’s very exaggerated and over the top

10am, Wednesday Morning

*RING RING* *RING RING*

“What the fuck?” Korai grumbled, arm moving from over his eyes as he slowly opened them. He had slept hard, really hard in fact that he didn’t even remember falling asleep. He heard a groan from besides him as he turned to see locks of beautiful hair sprawled across a white pillow. He blinked a few times as the annoying ringing continued to sound.

You rubbed your eyes as you slowly came out of sleep, exhaustion hitting you hard as you tried to wake up. The incessant ringing continuing as you slowly took in your surroundings. That’s right, you were in a hotel room. That means that you weren’t dreaming, which means that you’re apartment really did flood. Your brain continued to register everything as you realized that if you, in fact, weren’t dreaming then that meant that-

CRASH

You suddenly fell to the ground, landing hard as you winced a little, your thigh and hip already being sore from hitting the table the day before. You quickly adjusted as the ringing continued.

“Fuck! YN are you ok?” Korai, said sitting up quick and tossing the covers off as you nodded. You looked at the screen, bracing yourself for the call you knew was coming. You sighed, took a deep breath and swiped to answer.

“Hello?” you croaked out, rubbing your eyes with the sleeve of Korai’s hoodie. You turned around, kneeling and facing the bed as you rested your arms on it.

“YN darling, I got your messages and called your superintendent this morning! He said you were at a hotel with some professional volleyball player? What is that about?” Michael shouted as you pulled the phone away from your ear. You were sure Korai heard him because his eyes narrowed on your phone before turning back to meet yours.

“Well good morning Michael, I’m doing great how are you?” You said sarcastically as Korai held his lips together, trying not to laugh as you smiled at him.

“YN none of this is funny!” He growled out, “what is this about you being shacked up with some professional volleyball player?”

“Korai is my neighbor Michael and I’ll have you know, if it wasn’t for him I’d probably have drowned. We aren’t shacking up, we are homeless together!” you yelled in return as Korai watched your reactions closely. He really was starting to not like this guy at all.

“Still YN, you don’t need a scandal right now and this situation is just screaming for the tabloids,” Michael said as you rolled your eyes and shook your head.

“We are in a hotel room because we are homeless Michael, not because we are having an affair! I’d really wish you’d put some trust in me and stop treating me like I’m stupid-” your voice raising as you went to stand up. You wanted, no needed to get out. The way Michael talked to you was embarrassing, like you didn’t know how to run your own life. He was constantly belittling you and telling you how awful your choices were. It hurt to stand as you winced, feeling pain in your hip as you quickly sat on the bed.

“YN!” Korai shouted quickly standing up and making his way around the bed to you. He knelt before you as he noticed your hand gripping your thigh, “show me where it hurts, ok?” You nodded, completely ignoring your phone call with Michael as Korai gently positioned his hand on top of yours.

“What was that YN? Did you get hurt? You have a swimwear shoot next week YN, you cant have imperfections,” Michael shouted as Korai gritted his teeth. How could this clown talk about imperfections? You had absolutely no imperfections whatsoever, the way you laughed to your perfect body, everything was so amazing and so quintessentially you.

Korai gritted his teeth, standing up and kissing your forehead before walking away to the bathroom. Wait- did he mean to do that? Your eyes shot wide as you realized what had just happened. Your hand was still rested firmly on your thigh as you heard the water running in the bathroom. A voice began to register as you snapped out of your trance, “Michael I’m fine! Please stop yelling, I’m getting a headache.”

Korai came out from the bathroom, heading your way as he motioned you to stand. “Alright drop ‘em,” he said motioning for you to pull the sweatpants down as your eyes widened and your mouth fell slack.

“Korai no-” you said shaking your head as Korai stood looking unimpressed.

“YN just pull the hoodie down, it’s long enough to cover everything,” he said as he again motioned for you to drop the sweatpants.

“I don’t have any underwear on,” you whisper shouted as he tried to remain straight faced. He hadn’t thought about the fact that you wouldn’t be wearing anything underneath his sweats. It made sense, you clothes had been ruined from the pipe water but somehow it never occurred to him that you’d been completely naked under his clothes, not anyone else’s but his!

He shook his head, this was not the time to be thinking about this. He had to make sure you were ok.

“YN I’m coming over now,” Michael shouted as the phone went silent and you sighed. What was your life right now?

“Now YN! Korai growled as you continued to look at him dumbfounded, “listen either you do it or I’ll help you. We need to make sure you didn’t hurt anything further up!”

You sighed, admitting defeat as you sat down, slowly pulling down the pants. You made sure his sweatshirt was covering your private area as the bruise slowly started coming into view. You winched and whined a little, the bruise much larger than you had first suspected. Korai sucked in a breathe, gently placing a cold cloth on it to soothe the pain.

“It looks like just your hip but it’s a pretty awesome one!” he chuckled as he delicately whipping the cloth over your injury. You nodded in agreement as he pulled away and you pulled his pants back up. It’s true, the bruise was pretty gnarly and you were certain Michael would absolutely throw a fit once he saw the injury. You stood, figuring there was no way you could possibly avoid the inevitable.

“I’m going to shower before Michael gets here,” you say standing up and making your way to the bathroom, “oh and I apologize in advance for everything that will happen once he arrives.” Korai laughed as you stared, deadpan.

“I wish I was joking Korai-”

“YN I’ve dealt with managers before, I think I’ll be ok,” he responded, rolling his eyes at your confession. Surely this guy couldn’t be that bad right? I mean, he did sound like a pompous asshole but most managers were.

“Well you haven’t dealt with Michael, and trust me when I say he’s the definition of drama,” you say, sliding the door closed heading to the shower.

The shampoo, conditioner and body wash provided by the top tier hotel was high end and it felt amazing to just stand under a rain shower, cleansing your body of all your stress. The past 8 hours had been a nightmare but you we’re finally granted reprieve under the hot steaming water. You had just finished with your shower when you heard the knock on the door. You scurried, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around yourself as you heard his booming voice flood the small entry way.

“Where the hell is she? Yn!” Michael shouted as he went to grab for the sliding door of the bathroom. Korai grabbed his hand, pulling it away as Michael scoffed.

“Not on my fucking watch dude! Chill out, she’s just finishing with her shower, ” Korai barked as you quickly combed through your hair with your fingers. You had to get out there before Michael lost his mind. You exited, completely forgetting you only had a towel on for cover.

Both Michael and Korai looked at you, their looks both saying completely different things. “YN my god you look awful!” Michael yelled in his dramatic voice as you stood there, water dripping down your skin, barely covered by the hotels lack of large towels. He came close to you, fussing over every part of your exposed body like he did on a daily basis.

Korai couldn’t help but stare. You didn’t look awful, not in any sense of the word. In fact, you looked immaculate. His eyes raked over your semi-nude form covered by the barely concealing towel. He had always thought hotel towels were small and annoying but now? Now they were the only towels he ever wanted to own. You looked stunning, wet hair cascading down your shoulders, your face looking fresh and flushed from the hot shower. His thoughts were snapped back when the agitating voice of your manager rang out. If only he hadn’t been present to ruin the moment.

“I swung by the store and picked these up Yn, I know how much you love these cheap things,” Michael said, ignoring you and handing you a bag with a crop top, leisure shorts and a sweatshirt. You noticed the lack of underwear and bra but figured you could go without until you could get to a store. Your face lit up at seeing the new clothes in your favorite color and style. It wasn’t often that Michael thought about your tastes but you were thankful he did today.

“Thank you so much! I have to go to the store today and grab more clothes!” you exclaimed as Michael quickly put up his hand, stopping you from speaking any further.

Your excitement died as he spoke, “I have some designers who are jumping at the chance to cloth you YN, so there is no need for big chain, cheap clothing.” You deflated, the prospect of having to wear designer clothing the whole time making you sad. Korai immediately took notice, his face studying yours.

“Michael I don’t want to walk around I heels and dresses all the time,” you protested as Michael paid you no mind, taking out his phone and typing frantically. You knew he wouldn’t listen, he never did.

“YN babe, this is going to be huge for us! Literally these companies are dying to have their clothes on you. Imagine the publicity when they see you out! I can see the headlines now ‘YN shows off a brave face amidst tragedy’ it will be spectacular!” Michael gushed as you signed and admitted defeat, knowing you weren’t about to get your way.

“Ok but I still need personal items Michael, so can I at least get that stuff myself please?” You said, practically begging at this point. Korai watched your eyes literally pleading for this idiot to allow you to do basic everyday things. He hated that you couldn’t live your life without being micromanaged. The fact that you couldn’t wear what you loved and were essentially forced to walk around as a literal billboard. He desperately wanted to say something, to defend you but he didn’t want to overstep his boundaries. He was in no position to push more onto you.

“YN darling- you know what Margo said,” Michael answered, looking up at your face with a disapproving glare. The look of sadness on your beautiful face was nearly enough for Korai to punch your managers lights out. He knew violence wasn’t the answer but he couldn’t stomach seeing you so dejected.

“I’ll take you to the store YN, I’ve got to get some shit anyways,” Korai said, looking at you. You perked up, smiling at him your eyes softening. This was the look Korai loved. Wait, loved? Michael huffed and rolled his eyes in Korai’s direction as Korai snapped from his thoughts, narrowing his eyes and crossed his arms across his board chest.

“Michael- don’t be rude!” You said before being overrun by your less than friendly manager.

“Could you be less brass? You are in front of a lady!” He said returning to his phone and typing vigorously. Was this guy being serious right now? Korai didn’t notice the fear fill your eyes. He was too busy trying not plan this guys funeral.

Korai stood up tall, his face unimpressed as he approached, “dude I’ve had enough of your shit! You come in our hotel room and boss YN around like you own her? She’s not a thing she’s a person!”

His words rang in your head as you listened to Korai stand up to Michael. You had never heard anyone say anything like that to him and you surely didn’t have the guts to yourself.

“You pro athletes are all the same, always trying to corrupt innocent women like YN with your mind games! I know what your play is here buddy. Tell me, how many girlfriends do you have?” Michael sneered, poking Korai in the chest as Korai stood tall and smirked back.

“Yer one to talk about corruption asshole!”Korai snarled as Michael bit back.

“You, sir, are extremely rude! Give me the name of your manager because I’d like to have a word with them immediately!” he said as Korai threw his head back and laughed.

You quickly jumped into action as you went to block Michael from Korai. You faced him as you tried desperately to hold your towel up as well as stop the madness from ensuing. Your hand came to rest on Korai’s chest as his eyes filled with fiery at your manager who was glaring behind you. Neither of them seemed to notice you were even there.

“Listen bro, you can call my captain all you want to but he'll just ask me why I haven’t kicked your ass already!” Korai growled, looking around you and snarling at Michael.

“Korai- please,” you tried to interrupt before Michael spoke.

“Well, I’m sure your captain has more manners than you do! I wonder if he approves of you being here with an innocent woman like Yn!”he said, practically spitting at Korai.

“Please Michael stop-”

“Manners? Dude, you came in here stomping around like you can just control everything in YN’s life! I’m not just going to stand here and let you talk to her like that and I’m especially not going to let you talk bad about her or me and the situation we were forced into!”Korai barked as you quickly grabbed one of his arms and gently squeezed, his fiery eyes shooting to your soft ones as you silently begged him to stop. Korai backed away as you turned to face Michael.

“Michael please, we’ve all had a rough few hours and I’m tired! I just want to be comfortable and normal for once in my life. I lost everything so please- just this once, I’m begging you! Please?” you spoke, your eyes saddened as he sighed in annoyance.

“I expect you to report to my office on Tuesday morning YN and wearing something presentable,” he ground out, turning to leave as he pulled the door open, it slamming shut behind him as you released a sigh of relief.

“Fucking jackass!” Korai whispered as you turned to grab the bag and head back to the bathroom. This whole day had already been one disaster after another. Once changed, you exited and combed through your hair with your fingers again, trying to get whatever tangles put that you could. Korai studied you met his gaze.

“Why do you let him do that YN?” he prompted as you continued to pull through your hair. You gulped, looking away as you tried your best to formulate some sort of respectable answer. The truth is, you really didn’t know why you let him run all over you.

“That’s just Michael, he does care Korai. He’s just stressed,” you said, knowing you were making excuses for the man who had essentially made your career as a model. It was a simple and easy answer.

Korai stood up from the chair, coming over to you and stopping in front of you. He knelt in front of you as he lifted your chin with his finger and studied your face as you tried to look anywhere but his eyes.

“For the record YN, I won’t stand anyone talking to you like that ever. And also, I like you better in shorts,” he said winking at you as he walked past, entering the bathroom and shutting the door. Your face heated with embarrassment, your eyes wide as you tried to process what he had said.

After his shower, you grabbed your tote bag as you and Korai made your way down to the lobby. “Im being spoiled riding the elevator so much with you, I might have to knock on your door every morning just to ride downstairs when we are back in our apartments,” Korai chuckled with a smile as you blushed at his words. You definitely enjoyed all the time you were spending with the athlete.

The lobby was bustling with people as you and Korai made your way to the valet. “Ahh Miss YN!” someone shouted at you as you turned to see a Kei standing with coffees in both hands. You smiled as you made your way over to her, grabbing your wallet and taking money out.

“Thank you so much for being so accommodating with the location change Kei! You’re literally my life saver!”you gushed as Korai watched your interaction from the side. The young lady smiled and waved as she took off out the front door and back to her bike. You turned, walking towards him, hand outstretched with a coffee. He grabbed the warm cup, looking over at you as you continued to stroll towards the front entrance.

“Uhh what was that?” Korai asked, running to catch up with you.

You turned in his direction taking a sip of your drink as you spoke, “Oh, that’s Kei, she delivers my food for me. She brings me coffee most mornings as well as meals! Sorry if the coffee order isn’t right, I kind of took a while guess and went with medium roast with a splash of cream.”

Korai watched you, taking a sip of his coffee. It was perfect, just the way he liked it, “the coffee is great but wait, you don’t cook or make your own coffee at home?”

You smiled a little, but the smile wasn’t genuine in any way, “Unfortunately, I’m not allowed too” you responded, using air quotes around the word “allowed”.

The lobby men opened the door for you, as you walked down the steps to the valet parking zone. Korai studied you as you sipped your coffee happily.

“Wait not allowed? What does that mean?” He asked as he handed his ticket to the valet.

“My trainer has me in a strict diet right now because I have a big magazine shoot coming up, so I’m restricted on what I can and can’t eat unfortunately,” you say, “but on the weekends I cook and make my own coffee and stuff. However I still have to count calories but it’s less restricting.”

The unfortunate truth of the modeling world, or at least the world you knew, was that models were extremely micromanaged, from their hair right down to the color of their nail polish. Even as a plus sized model, the standards were extremely high. Someone was always one step ahead of you, everything was always a competition. Make more money, land more ad campaigns.

He looked at you, not knowing how to respond as you smiled brightly at him desire your grim confession. There was no way any of this was healthy for you. As a pro-athlete, he had learned how to eat properly years ago and the way you were being restricted in food and calorie intake wasn’t at all good for you.

You were taller than him and curvy. He adored your curves, your legs, your hips, your thighs literally everything about you. He didn’t know for sure but he assumed you needed probably twice what you were “allowed” to eat in a day.

“So what are you favorite foods then?” He asked, wanting to change the subject before he called up your manager just to beat his stupid ass. You’re eyes lit up at the question making Korai forget all about his plight.

“Well I love carbs so like pasta and bread, and I just adore sweets. Unfortunately, I usually only get to enjoy the occasional treat on the weekends. But Kei has started asking the barista’s at the coffee shop I love to add an extra shot of sugar and charge it as an extra shot of expresso!”you laughed.

Korai found himself completely perplexed by your behavior, finding it difficult to understand how you could be so happy about simple things you should be allowed to enjoy. You met his eyes as he studied you, a bit embarrassed about how excited you’d become.

“You’re probably think I’m weird for all of this,” you said laughing a little as Korai snapped from his thoughts and shook his head vigorously.

“No no, I was just thinking how cute you are when you get excited,” he chuckled causing you to blush and turn away from him. The valet arrived with his car as another man quickly rushed to open the door for you. Korai made his way around the car, stopping as he grabbed the handle to enter. He eyed you, smiling and thanking the man as he checked out your ass. He glared at the man as he looked up, his eyes catching Korai’s and widening as he quickly shut your door and moved away.

You sat in his car, practically beaming with excitement as Korai sat down, buckling his seat belt.

“I never get to go to stores like this!”you said as Korai jolted, his head turning to look at you questioningly. You shrugged, “What? I get a lot of my clothes for free and the products I use are specially ordered for me. It would be a waste for me to buy extra stuff and since everything was destroyed, I have to look on the bright side right? It’s honestly exciting to be able to pick out my own stuff!” you beamed as Korai couldn’t help smiling in return. He adjusted his car into gear and took off, ready to take you anywhere you wanted to go.

Arriving at the store, you took a cart and headed towards the women’s clothing, bound and determined to get you favorite clothing.

“Hey Yn give me your phone number and I’ll add you,” korai said as you quickly exchanged numbers and went on your merry way. Korai had gone a different direction to grab what he needed. He didn’t want to hover over you but he hated the idea of not being close. He wanted you to experience as much as you could, enjoy being normal while you could.

You smiled as you filled your cart full of your favorite shorts, crop tops, leggings and hoodies. It wasn’t like you had never seem a store before but being able to shop without the scrutiny of watchful eyes was invigorating. There were so many colors and styles, even some things you had never seen before. You bought bras and panties that you liked instead of ones that were bought for you, hoodies that were two sizes too big because you sometimes enjoyed baggy clothes. You found comfy pajamas and slippers as well as basic tennis shoes for everyday. The freedom to choose was a rarity and oh so invigorating.

After an hour in the clothing alone, you finally headed over to the beauty department to grab all of you hygiene supplies. You walked up and down the aisles amazed at the sheer amount. You had always just used what your stylist or Michael had bought for you, so choosing your own toothpaste, shampoo and even hair clips was enjoyable. You stocked up on scrunches, hairclips and everything you normally used at home. Studying the skin care, you read carefully to try and find the best for your current skin conditions. You had a routine and followed the routine rigorously but there wasn’t any reason you couldn’t try something new. You bought some basic makeup, for everyday as well as lotion and body spray. This store wasn’t high end but it had all the amenities for comfort. You didn’t want to waste an opportunity like this.

Korai walked around the store looking for you. He had given you a little over an hour alone as he picked up his own accessories and called his captain to explain the situation with his apartment.

“For real man? Damn that’s like simultaneously the best and worst luck ever!” Fukuro Hirugami, captain for the Schweiden Adlers, laughed.

“You wouldn’t be laughing if you had a boner like I’ve had for the past 10 hours!” Korai growled as Hirugami laughed.

“You’re right because there’s no way I wouldn’t have fucked her the minute the door to that hotel room closed bro. You’ve got some incredible resilience man!”

“Yeah well I’m not you or those other idiots but hey, I gotta go and find her. I’ll see you at practice,” Korai said before hanging up and going on the hunt for you. His thoughts drifted back to your talk earlier. He couldn’t imagine not being able to go and do as he pleased. It bothered him how much you’re life was controlled, how horribly your manager treated you and how you had to lie even to get something as simple as sugar in your coffee.

Scooping out the aisle, he finally spotted you. He watched you for a moment, mesmerized at how beautiful you looked. You were staring at shampoos with the biggest smile on your face. How he adored your sweet, innocent smile and how he longed to see it every single day. He watched as you knelt on the floor, picking up the two bottles and comparing them to another one. He walked closer, making sure to acknowledge his presence so as to not scare you.

“Find anything interesting?” He said as you looked up at him, beautiful eyes shining as you went to stand up.

“I’m just trying to figure out what the hell the difference is? Like I mean it’s been a good long while since I’ve been in a big store like this but my god have things changed that much? They literally have products for every single hair type!” You said as Korai chuckled to himself.

“I mean, I honestly don’t know know much about chick stuff so I can’t speak on that,”he said as you looked at the items in his hand.

“I can see that, Mr. 2 in 1 shampoo and conditioner!” you said rolling your eyes as he set the items in your cart and he turned to you, a fake expression of shock gracing his face that made you giggle.

“I’ll have you know it’s twice as effective YN! Do you really think big time volleyball stars like muah have time for 3 separate steps in the bathroom?” he mocked as you laughed.

“Korai, 2 in 1 doesn’t mean twice as effective. That shampoo/conditioner combo was specifically made because men are so lazy!” you pointed out as you stuck a separate shampoo and conditioner in your cart.

“It saves time YN and I’ll have you know my hair is extremely soft!” he said as he ran his hands through his white hair.

Rolling your eyes, you smiled, “you’re just naturally good looking Korai that has nothing to do with your generic 2 in 1!”

Korai smirked at your comment as you tried to ignored him, trying desperately to distract yourself with the decision between pomegranate and strawberry or tropical breeze body wash.

“So you think I’m good looking?”Korai asked, strolling up besides you as you continued to focus on the colorful bottles, picking up one of the bottles and smelling it.

“Do you think this smells good?” You questioned, shoving the bottle in his face. He smirked, narrowing his eyes at you as your face began to heat.

“You’re right this is definitely the one!” you spoke quickly, walking around Korai and heading towards the cart, trying desperately to avoid all eye contact.

Korai followed behind you, watching your face turn pink with embarrassment. It felt good to know you found him attractive. “You know YN,” he said, gently laying his hand on your lower back as you froze,” I think you are absolutely stunn-”. A sudden gasp brought Korai back to earth as he turned, hand still on your lower back as he viewed the scene unfolding.

“Holy crap that’s YN LN! And Korai Hoshiumi from the Schweiden Adlers?” voices drifted from behind you as you jumped slightly. You turned your head to see two photographers standing at the end of the aisle. You could see Korai gritting his teeth as he turned to you, letting go of your back.

“Come on, let’s go YN,” Korai ground out, grabbing your hand and the cart, leading you away from the two photographers as they followed behind you. You dared not look back, afraid they would catch a picture of your face. The words of Michael saying “you don’t need a scandal right now” flooding your mind. You felt ashamed, guilty for dragging Korai into this. You had been nothing but a bother from the beginning.

“Korai, you can go on ahead. I can deal with this,” you spoke softly as Korai stopped, turning to you and shaking his head.

“What? No way!! I’m not leaving you here! It’s you and me Yn,” he said before more shouting interrupted the moment.

“YN are you and Korai dating??? Korai I thought you were dating that pro-volleyball player from Europe. Any comments?” the voices chimes. The comment made you cringe, your stomach dropping as you thought about Korai having a girlfriend and this encounter possibly ruining whatever he had going in his life. You can’t say it didn’t make you jealous, the thought of Korai having someone but then why wouldn’t he tell you? Wouldn’t sharing a hotel room with someone be enough to warrant at least a little trust? The fact is you werent part of Korai’s life and he wasn’t part of yours. You had no idea if he had a girlfriend or a partner. You were essentially strangers that had been forced to be together because of extenuating circumstances.

“You idiots know that’s just a rumor and it’s been a rumor for 3 years now! My god would you move on?!?”Korai gritted out, still looking forward pushing the cart and pulling you along as he tried his hardest to keep his composure. He was pissed off beyond all belief and all he wanted to do right now was either punch something or kiss you harder than you’ve ever been kissed in your entire life. Neither option was really viable but hey, a man could dream right?

“Please just leave us alone!” you pleaded as you walked with Korai, pulling your hood up as you made your way to the checkout counter. You lucked out, finding a lane that didn’t have anyone.

Korai quickly unloaded your items, hoping that the people would eventually grow tired of bothering you. Did they really have nothing better to do than intrude on people’s personal lives? He was use to dealing with people shoving cameras in his face. As much as he hated it, he hated them harassing you ten times more. It hadn’t even been 12 hours since your apartments flooded and it seemed like bad luck was following the both of you everywhere. He was growing more and more irritated as the minutes ticked by. He could feel himself losing composure as he tried to remain as calm knowing a fight or shouting match wouldn’t help your current situation.

“I’m sorry ma’am but we are in a bit of a hurry,” he said as he threw everything up on the counter to the nice lady who seemed to understand, wordlessly ringing things up as you desperately tried to hide yourself behind a false cover, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

“YN, YN are you sleeping with the Adlers opposite hitter? Are you a couple?” a voice rang out from the back as your face heated in embarrassment. This was getting out of hand. Somehow the two people had multiple into a crowd of ten as you tried desperately to hold yourself together. Korai quickly moved the cart ahead, pulling you behind him as you felt the tears finally fall.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Can’t two people shop together without you all thinking something more is happening?! For fucks sakes, you should be ashamed of yourselves!” He growled at the people snapping pictures. Suddenly you felt the atmosphere shift, as you turned to your right.

“Korai?” You heard some voices say from beside you to see three giant men looking just a register over.

“Holy shit am I glad to see you three!” Korai shouted as Bokuto, Hinata and Atsumu walked towards you. They eyed you with curiosity as you continued to try and hide yourself from view.

“Holy shit that’s Atsuma Miya, Kotaro Bokuto and Shoyo Hinata from the MSBY Black Jackals!” someone shouted as cameras began to flash in all directions, attention finally being removed from you.

You peeked around you hood to see the three large men standing there, looking a mixture of confused, shocked and a bit unsure. You were fully aware that these men were pro volleyball players, having heard your fair share of rumors about them from your fellow models.

Before you could say anything , Shoyo Hinata came in front of Korai, blocking the camera’s as he spoke, “what do you need from us?”

“Can you guys help block YN please? We are just trying to get out of here!” Korai quickly shouted as the three men jumped into action, making a barricade around you as Korai finished checking out your items.

“YN this is Atsumu Miya, Kotaro Bokuto and Shoyo Hinata from the MSBY Black Jackals,” Korai introduced quickly, grabbing his wallet and swiping his credit card.

“It’s nice to meet you three,” you smiled, peeking from behind your hood and smiling, “although I do wish the circumstances were better.”

The men all smiled at you as Korai quickly finished loading the cart and thanking the cashier for her patience. He grabbed your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours as Hinata, Bokuto and Atsumu followed closely behind, still blocking the view of the cameras. Their height provided a literal wall as you walked towards Korai’s vehicle, his hand in yours squeezing yours in reassurance.

You kept up with Korai as he approached his car, hitting the button and pulling you towards the passenger door. He opened the door, quickly helping you in, “These windows are super tinted YN but keep your head down just incase ok? I’ll be right back!” You nodded, curling your legs into your chest as you tried to calm down, the sudden sound of the car door slamming almost deafening.

He made his way to the back of the car, opening his trunk as pictures continued to snap. He rolled his eyes, already beyond annoyed at the presence of those idiots. “She’s gone now so run along! I know pictures of us won’t sell as good as pictures of her so get lost,” he growled at the cameras as they slowly turned to leave, knowing he was correct.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” he muttered at he shoved the remaining bags in his trunk as Hinata, Bokuto and Atsumu stood around him.

“Hey thanks guys I owe you big time,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck as Atsumu lifted his brow as if he was ready to speak. Korai looked at Atsumu as he crossed his arms on his chest, “Sumu if you’ve got something to say just say it, I’m fucking tired dude.”

“I’m just wondering how you managed to bag YN LN? Like you do realize who she is right? She’s literally one of the top hottest models in Japan, actually probably the world!” He gushed as Korai glared at Atsumu. Of course Atsumu would know all about you, he had a thing for tall models. Korai’s thoughts began to wander, thinking about if you’d ever been with Sumu before. You didn’t seem to know him all that well though and your first interaction seemed genuine.

“We are neighbors and our apartments flooded so we are staying in the same hotel room until they get fixed,” he said, already feeling exhausted. All he wanted to do was get back to the hotel and collapse with you right next to him.

“You mean at the same hotel?” Hinata corrected as Korai shook his head.

“It’s a long story but essentially they only had one room left in this hotel so we are sharing,” he explained.

“But it’s a two bed room right?” Bokuto interjected as Korai again shook his head.

“So you are fucking her! I’m fucking jealous bro! I’ve been trying to get close to her for months but she doesn’t stay long enough at events for me to get close,” Atsumu said, practically shouting as Korai punched his arm. He was glad that you hadn’t shown any interest in Atsumu but the fact that Atsumu even wanted you at all made him extremely jealous.

“Ouch- what the hell man!” He yelled as Korai rolled his eyes.

“What is going on between YN and me is our business and I’d appreciate if you didn’t start rumors Sumu! We aren’t sleeping together, we are literally two homeless neighbors who just happen to be stuck together, that’s all!” Korai exclaimed.

“That’s all huh?” Bokuto smirked as Korai turned his glaring eyes towards him.

“So then she’s single then? Maybe I should ask for her number while I’m here?” Atsumu said looking around Korai to his passanger side where enough currently resided. Korai came in front of Atsumu, blocking his view and only way towards you. No way was he going to let Atsumu Miya get his grubby hands on his girl.

“She’s off limits Miya so don’t even think about it! If you do, I’ll break every finger in your hand!” he threatened, heading to his driver’s side door, “now get lost and thanks again!”

The car door slammed as Korai check his rear view mirror to see the three men had left. He left out a small sigh of relief knowing the entire ordeal was finally behind him. He looked over to see you sitting in the seat, knees curled up to your chest as your head rested on top of them. Your head was turned, facing him as you smiled softly. He reached his hand over, gently caressing your tear stained cheeks. “I’m sorry that happened Yn.” You melted into his touch, his large hands providing comfort.

“I’m sorry if this ruins your relationship Korai. I- I had no idea,” you stammer, a tear falling down your cheek again. They seemed endless at this point and you seemed powerless to stop them. Korai shook his head back and forth, as you raised your head up to meet his eyes.

“YN I’m not dating anyone. That rumor has been going on for years. I’m friends with the player in Europe but nothing more. We’ve never been a couple and never will be,” he explained with a smile. You nodded, placing your legs down and grabbed your seat belt, securing it.

“I’m sorry if your friends were inconvenienced. I’m always such a bother,” you laughed without humor. Korai hated that you thought that way about yourself. You were the furthest thing from a bother. He could see that all you wanted was the live a normal life.

“Hey,” he said as he lifted your chin with his finger to meet his beautiful eyes, “Angel, you didn’t do anything wrong. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to be normal.” He said as you melted into his touch.

“Now let’s get back to the hotel room, I need a nap.”

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ninjastormhawkkat · 1 year

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The Fall of Fair City - Chapter 16

"You waist time hiding and planning for when its best to still some cheese. In reality you should take this time to plan revenge against those who slander your name. Let the people of this city no why you are a true threat to their daily lives." Steven's harsh words echoed within Two Brains tormented mind. 'This is doesn't make any sense.' Two Brains thought with confusion. Arguments between his good and evil side were never this violent. Even then, it was always his evil side pushing down his good one in the end. Now this time the tables were turned. Two Brains could feel his good self oppressing him. He wish he could mentally fight back without this stupid headache in the way!. Out of the corner of his eyes, Two Brains could see the mouse brain glowing out of control, but he still couldn't feel the mouse's presence. How was Steven keeping his and Squeaky's minds separate? "Why do you even care about my status and choices I should make as a villain? I thought you hated when I did bad stuff and ruined our old good name?" Steven's glare caused Two Brains to feel a shiver throughout his body. "What I hate is how your making yourself weak and vulnerable to your enemies. It's pathetic!" Steven spat. "Would you just shut up now and crawl back to whatever part of our mind you were cowering in before." Two Brains growled. He had enough of Steven's words. "Hmph. You just want me to go away and stop having to face the reality of what a pathetic person you have become." Steven scoffed, but then, a dark and very familiar malicious grin formed on his face. "If I were in charge, then this inconvenience with the broadcast would go away just like that." Steven stated in a sly tone, snapping his fingers for emphasis. That did it for Two Brains. Ignoring the emotional and physical pain he was feeling, the mad scientist straightened himself up and glares in outrage at his counterpart. "Okay first, you have no right to question what I choose to do or not do as a villain. Second, YOU ARE NEVER GOING TO HAVE CONTROL OF THIS BODY EVER AGAIN! I'M IN CHARGE NOW BUB!" Two Brains yelled out. Although taken a bit back from the volume of that yell, Steven seemed to be unfazed by Two Brains' outbursts. "We'll see about that Two Brains." Steven said with a smirk. Two Brains snorted in pure rage. "OKAY WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU ALL OF A SUDDEN. JUST WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TALKING TO ME LIKE..." "Dad, is everything okay?" Dr. Two Brains enraged expression morphed into a one of shock as he quickly spun around to the source of the voice that startled him. "Hey kiddo. How's your day been?" Two Brains asked, trying to calm down and recover from his emotional torment from earlier. His daughter Becky had returned along with Bob and apparently in the middle of his heated battle with his other half. Becky looked at her dad with intense worry and concern. "You sounded like you were yelling at someone just now." Becky strongly implied, showing she didn't by her dad's attempt at acting like nothing traumatic just happened. "Oh that well" Two Brains hesitated, trying to come up with a passable lie for his emotional outburst towards his "good" side who he just noticed out of the corner of his eye, vanished from the mirror. 'At least he remembered to not let Becky get involved in are arguments.' Two Brains thought with sarcasm. An idea soon popped into his head. "Oh yeah. A rat snuck into the lair trying to steal some of my cheese. I was trying to chase it off and the rat gave me some attitude. That's what the yelling was about. Everything's fine now sweetheart." Two Brains lied, placing his hands on his hips with fake enthusiasm and pride at his "explanation". Both Becky and Bob looked dubiously concerned at Two Brains for a bit, but they seemed to buy the excuse for now as Becky began to switch topics. "Well Bob and I looked into you being framed for the destruction of the storage unit and we discovered some things." Becky stated concisely, though there was a slight hint of apprehension in her voice. @melodythebunny @dualnaturedscientist

#wordgirl #wordgirl au #dr two brains #steven boxleitner #becky boxleitner au #bob/captain huggy face #the fall of fair city #angst #tw: mental abuse #tw: mental breakdown #tw: mental torment #Steven not letting up in his verbal abuse towards two brains #dark battle for control of mind and body #temporarily #😈

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dawns-laboratory · 1 year

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This the time where I go through my art and upload it? Sure is! And why not start off with a Daily Prompt on a server I own!

I don't recall the prompt now. But I do recall the idea behind this. And it is... Quite dark and sad. About an Earth Pony by the name of Tera, who met an individual that destroyed her mental health.

TW: Bad Mental Health, Mental Abuse

This is Tera, an Earth Pony who had a bright future ahead of her. A very bright individual with hopes and dreams. And things only seemed to look up when she met someone she thought was the love of her life... Kryodia.

Kryodia is a cruel individual, a sadist who toys with those he comes across. Caring little for a challenge, and goes after those he deems as easy targets. Tera, being one of them.

Over time, she was broken down. Trying her best to be who she thought Kryodia wanted her to be. Broken down mentally, by him simply playing a game of give and take. Only giving enough to keep her wanting more, but taking enough to make her tired.

Now she's a shell of herself, and someone that has been through a lot of trauma. She still loves him, even though at this point he's completely turned his back on her. She needs to find her footing again to walk the road of healing. If I ever tell her story, that is what it would be about: Healing.

However if I went back to her story, I would also redesign her a bit. Because her current design-... Kind of is quite extreme in regards to injuries and bandages and there's no story behind that. Kryodia was never physically abusive, so he wouldn't have caused those. Nor do I wanna go the route of her having done that to herself either. We'll see what I do if I revisit this!

#MLP #MLP Art #TW: Bad Mental Health #TW: Mental Abuse #Mental Abuse #Bad Mental Health #My Characters #Tera #artists on tumblr

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duskoon · 2 years

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Yandere!Broly with a Powerful! Z-fighter!Reader:

Short answer: You will make him aggressively horni and competitive. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Long answer: is below. Takes place in movie 8, where broly had won instead of the Z-fighters.

Tw: Afab!reader, Yandere themes, Possessive behaviours, Sadism, Violence (rated e for everyone), Physical abuse, Mental abuse, Implied major characters deaths, Implied Breeding, Noncon, Marking, Dacryphilia, Slight blood kink, Dead dove do not eat.

✘ Broly cares about one thing, when it comes to his darling. That is complete domination over them and will ensure that they are absolutely his by any violent means. Be it you were weak and innocent, or powerful and headstrong.

✘ With the latter as much as he respects their determination and vigour, he will first toy with them. Then proceed to beat them within an inch of their life. Broly absolutely loves breaking his beloved’s persistent spirits as much as getting a kick (Both figuratively and literally.) out of their volatile reactions.

✘ However, he won't kill them. No. Why would he kill his own mate? His darling might, as well wish they were actually dead. Considering what's to come is far worse than what they initially expect from him.

✘ After all, they fought Freiza before with the other Z-fighters and thought he was the worst of worse. Alas, they were sadly mistaken.

✘ The Legendary Super Saiyan may not be as manipulative as his father, but he's quite an exploitative type when it comes to battles. He will go after every Z-fighter and brutalize them, leaving his beloved for last.

✘ Why? Simply, because he craves to see the despair settling in your beautiful eyes; Once you see the lives of your comrades falling one by one like flies in front of your eyes, and you can not do anything to prevent it from happening. No matter your strength, it pales in comparison to him.

✘ He's the only one allowed to hurt you. It's his way to lay a claim over you. If anyone else dared to do the same, then they will not live to tell the tale and not in the most pleasant of ways either.

✘ “Why that look? Did I.. hit a nerve? Hehaha. You should be happy. Now, no one can interrupt us. It's your fault that they've died, if only you yielded then I wouldn't have thrashed them that hard.”

✘ Broly sneered; Wiping the blood of your comrades from his meaty fists. With each step the saiyan of legend took, the land beneath him shook from his massive power and might. Whilst you held your ground, with a fierce yet pained expression.

✘ “I will kill you, if it was the last thing I will ever do. I will never yield to a heartless demon like you.”

✘ You spat. Rage boiling within your veins, as a pure white ki-ball formed atop of your blood stained hands. The blood were of your fallen comrades rather than your own.

✘ Yet, it serves as a catalyst of your rage and sorrow. Aiming at the monstrous saiyan with all the pure energy you've got, then releasing it all against him in waves of Kamehameha.

✘ “Oh.. then please do. Kill me, (Y/n). If you can, that is. Otherwise, you will be utterly mine. Your power, scent, and energy is driving me mad.”

✘ Broly retaliated with a sadistic cackle that reverberates throughout the desolate planet, never bothering to guard against your charged attack. If anything, it seems to invigorates him even more. As if your attack was nothing more than a mere tickle against his hardened skin.

✘ Regardless of your power level, you better abdicate for your own sake and sanity. Need I remind you that so long Broly stays in his LSSJ form, his strength and speed gradually increases as the battle goes on.

✘ At one point, his strength alone will overwhelm you. If it did, it won't end well for you. Mainly, because he sees the fight between you and him as an intimate game. A competition that display one’s superiority over the other.

✘ In the long term, he will win for the reasons stated above. The only thing you will manage to do is prolonging the battle, which is against your interests when dealing with Broly. When he eventually wins, then in his eyes he won the right to own you. Thus, marking you as eternally his.

✘ Tis but the instincts and culture of the saiyans, they select their mates based on their strength; The stronger, the better. Kami helps you, for you have attracted the eyes of the devil himself.

✘ With one large hand, he managed to curl it around your midriff and press your smaller frame towards his rigid, broad, and muscular pectoral. Whilst the other was busy splaying your tired legs apart. The heat emitting from his bulky body was too much for you, but not as much as the humiliation that followed after.

✘ “There isn't a place in existence, you could possibly hide from me.”

✘ The green-haired saiyan grunted, as he harshly grinded his clothed hips against yours in a fast pace. It was only when he bit the nape of your neck, did the tears cascade down your lacerated cheeks. While blood trickled down, from the sheer force of the bite.

✘ “I will not surrender. I will escape and get my vengeance. I swear by Kami’s name.”

✘ You squrimed in hopes of moving your injured body from the tight hold of the monster. Who had slaughtered your friends with sick glee and broke most of the bones in your body, save for your hands and upper torso. Anything, but this.

✘ “Your promise is an empty one; Your body has already surrendered to me. Just look at how wet you are, and here I thought I was the only freak.”

✘ He mouthed viciously, continuing his onslaught on your bloodied skin. Littering your skin with brutal bites, and lapping like a starved animal on the blood and tears that rolled down to your abused jugular.

✘ “My vow still stands. You might have taken my body forcefully, but you will never attain my soul.”

✘ You spat at his face; Trying to the best of your abilities, not to moan at his animalistic and ruthless ministrations.

✘ He was slavering, biting, squeezing, and playing with one of your mounds; Mixing your blood with his own saliva. Whilst his other unrestrained hand tended to the other, not any kinder than his hungry gnashers. It was disgusting, so was he.

✘ Pulling away from your breasts with a loud ‘pop’, one of his fingers curved under your chin and pulled it up so your humiliated irises could meet his blank and souless eyes. His bloodstained lips remains upturned in a pleased grin; completely unbothered by your outburst.

✘ “How amusing. Anyone else would've given up by now, yet you won't relent. I've decided that you are worthy to be my mate.”

✘ “No, I am not. I refuse.”

✘ Broly’s hand that was busy attending to your pert nipple, had slithered down to his absurdly big golden waistband. With agonizingly slow gait, he peeled it off alongside the mulberry sash that covered his throbbing member and lined it up against your cold entrance. To which he -without any grace or decency- had yanked the pants off your body.

✘ “I wonder... Will you have the same enticing fighting spirit, once I am finished with you? Only one way to find out.”

An: I decided to do the latter part of your request. If you want the general hc’s for him you can request for him again. Though, I do hope you enjoyed this one. Feedback and reblogs are much appreciated.

An#2: I know I have said I will publish Deep End AU the next post, but I decided to delay it due to writing complications (I am crying internally😭, because as much as I want to publish it I want it to be as best as it can be. So that you my folks can immerse in it.). Thanks for the 50 followers, I don't deserve it for my inconsistent updates but I feel obliged to thank y’all regardless.🫡

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fandomcrazy6226 · 1 year

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Whump Idea that i've actually been writing, but i'd love to see someone else's take on: parental whumper but out of love

Basically in my story the main character is a princess who's father was abusive, so her and her mother exiled him from the kingdom a few years before the main plot

Then the main conflict is that she's kidnapped by these men who take her across the country and torture her most of the way there. But they get to this house and she discovers that they were just working for someone else, and that someone else is her dad

He paid them to kidnap her and bring her to him because he loves her and wanted to be her father again. But he's still abusive to her even after he gets her back, but it's not abuse that's specifically torture it's a lot of conditioning and things that she always saw as normal when she was younger

And then when her friends from the kingdom come to rescue her and get her out she ends up killing her father in the fight, and on the journey home she has to deal with the grief and guilt of that as well as breaking the conditioning her father put her through

TL;DR I wanna see more parental whumpers who go for more manipulation-type abuse rather than physical torture. Honestly more whumpers in general who use mental abuse over physical. I think that's more interesting a lot of the time

(Not saying stories/prompts that are physically-focused are boring or less good. Just that they're very common)

#whump #whump prompts #whump tropes #parental whump #tw: physical abuse #tw: manipulation #tw: mental abuse #tw: conditioning #kidnapping mention #abusive parent #please don't steal this exact story setup btw

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mossy-opal · 1 year

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Personal Rant

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of All Categories of Abuse, Trauma Dumping on a Massive Scale, Endeavour Slander

I really really hate him. This hate was originally held against him for Shoto, because I used to not be so fond of Dabi- Thought he was very bland. But, ever since his reveals and I got to know him, I got attached to him.

Not only that, I see a lot of similarities between us.

My dad beat my mom, babytrapped her, financially trapped her, manipulated her, gaslit her. My dad beat my brother, manipulated my brother and myself. When my brother was born my dad basically forgot about me.

Why is it that if/when I talk about my dad, I always get a lot of support, and people always bring up "Oh wow yea what an asshole." But when Endeavour is brought up, or Dabi, suddenly it's, "Well Enji is trying his best," and "Dabi shouldn't have done this, that and the third". Is it because of myself being female presenting? Is it because Dabi is a villain? I actually think, in another time line, I could have ended up exactly like Dabi.

And you know what? I don't mind that thought one bit. What I would give to see my father set ablaze by his past sins-

Just like Enji however, my dad tried reaching out and asking for a relationship with me.

But unlike Natsuo and Fuyumi, I held him accountable. I told my dad straight out, "I will give you a chance, if you apologise."

Guess what he wouldn't do?

Guess what Enji still hasn't done?

Not once has he said "I'm sorry." Only ever after becoming a pro and being in the spot light does he want to "atone" for what he's done- That alone rubs me the wrong way. My dad was an upstanding citizen too, went to work and did his job, ran his business, and just like Enji, he came home to beat his wife and kids.

Don't you find it odd that Natsuo got really fucking worried for his mother when he found out Enji was just dropping off flowers?

Don't you find it odd people continue to victim blame Rei for having a literal mental breakdown? When she hurt Shoto, she didn't see Shoto.

She saw Enji.

When Touya left home and Rei tried stopping him, she froze when he looked at her, because those were Enji's eyes.

It's odd to me that no one gives two fucks that Enji babytrapped Rei, financially trapped Rei, continues to Stockholm her into loving him, etc.

And even at this massive plot point, he has yet to say "I'm sorry. I love you."

Not, "I'm sorry you feel that way," or, "I'm sorry but," No. No no no, that's not how you apologise.

"I'm sorry for what I did to you. I was wrong. I love you."

That's all he has to say, but he won't, you know why? Because he doesn't truly believe that.

So when people say "He's changing" and "He's getting better", from my own personal experience, I find that very hard to believe.

My apologies if this rant is a little bit- All over the place. With recent manga leaks and people still being Endeavour apologists, I just had to put this in a coherent post for all to see.

I hate my father. I hate Endeavour. I hate Endeavour Apologists. I hate Rei Haters. I hate Heroes.

Now, back to our regularly scheduled program of Shigaraki simping.

#personal rant #tw: abuse #tw: mental abuse #tw: physical abuse #tw: endeavour #tw: trauma #tw: emotional abuse #tw: emotional manipulation #tw: manipulation #tw: gaslighting

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damagedward · 1 year

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♚ Backstory will be posted below

♚ Will be updated / added to frequently but sporadic

♚ Dark Mature & Triggering Themes Present

*** ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ ***

The following triggers are present in what you are about to read :

tw:abuse , tw:physical abuse , tw:mental abuse , tw:adultery , tw:affair , tw:non consensual sexual relationship, tw:non consent , tw:rape , tw:arranged marriage , tw:imprisonment , tw:animal abuse , tw:magical creature abuse , tw:mention of death , tw:background character death , tw:abusive father , tw:abusive parent

She was born just a month after spring came , and she was his pride and joy — that was at first . Before she was born at least , or one could say even when she was but that lasted all of five minutes and then the announcement of the Queen’s having bled out reached the King’s ears .

The baby girl was no longer a cause for celebration , no now she was a reminder of his wife , now she was the reason his Queen was dead .

And so his hatred for his own flesh and blood began before the child even opened her emerald orbs to see the world .

By her fifth year the nightmares had begun to plague her , the fires without explanation , the explosions of vases around the castle always seeming to coincide with when the young princess grew angry .

Magic .

Uther knew what it was .

And now that the Queen was dead it was easier to blame her for the curse , to blame her for the magic that infected his child . The entire time never offering Morgana any explanation for what was happening to her , instead yelling , hitting , hurting her for the things she couldn’t control but he told her she could .

He took a mistress by the time she was seven and on her birthday the following year they announced she would have a baby brother — or so they hoped sometime the following summer .

Their hope paid off . And when little Arthur came to survive his second year , as she came to be ten she was sent away , beating her senseless was no longer enough to keep her magic at bay nor her tongue as she had developed a smart mouth by now too . Uther had decided so he sent her elsewhere to let someone else handle the problem , a nunnery , one that didn’t shy away from harsh punishment and heavy hand .

In the meantime he focused on his bastard son , working to legitimize him and in making his mistress into a Queen .

When she returned home on her 18th birthday her father greeted her with a suitor , a husband to be , explaining to her that she needed to produce an heir if she hoped to carry on any form of title and inherit anything from him .

She lost it . Her magic flared as her emotions did , she destroyed half of the forest and took down a turret that was luckily no longer in use at the far end of the outer wall . She ended up in chains that night , in a tower guarded by some of her fathers own personal guard , and in the morning both her father and her betrothed had visited to assure her she would be married by weeks end .

She was forced down the aisle and sure enough into bed . Luckily for her one of her ladies had slipped her a dagger which she had placed into her garter when she had a moment during dressing prior to her walk . He met his end before he could touch her , she had stabbed him in the back and then just kept going once she’d rolled them afterwards to be sure .

Afterwards she had fled into the woods , in just her bloody torn nightclothes , she looked a mess . Her freedom didn’t last long before she was chased down and caught by her fathers men .

They were cruel when they caught up to her in words and action — they took what her dead husband had failed to , her dagger not there to help her this time , and she outnumbered .

She spent the next two weeks in chains that kept her magic at bay in that same tower she spent time in before her dreaded wedding night . She received constant visits from her father in which he would tell her each and every way she had disappointed him .

Then —

The day he released her . He disowned her . Disinherited her and tossed her out of the kingdom . To fend for herself .

Her magic was known , magic was envied still by some , hated by many , and others just wished to hold something with it . Her power was known , to have someone with power on your side was always a plus and she was still young . Her beauty was known and men liked pretty things , and she knew and learned the hard way already what they did when they found and wanted them even if it wasn’t returned . And then even if Uther had thrown her out and aside her kin was known and that could make her valuable in coin .

She was on the run and never staying anywhere long for the first year . She heard too many whispers of the runaway princess disinherited but missed . She found it hard to believe that Uther actually wanted her back .

The second she found a tower to stay in . It was somewhat funny to her at first to think she spent so long trying to get out of a tower only to seek comfort and find a home in one now . She found her little dragon there , her one and only friend , her Aithusa . The one light in her life . The two had nearly a year together alone , just the two of them , learning one another . Bonding . Magic and flying lessons . It was a glimpse at what life could be , what it should be . Magic and dragons free to live . To exist . To be . It should’ve lasted forever .

But after a terrible storm that forced them out of the tower she was caught by Sarrum and his men . And her hell began anew — or rather her true hell began because she had thought Uther bad but Sarrum became her number one enemy .

The man had been at odds with her father and tried to use her to demand a ransom of sorts when that hadn’t worked he had begun to try and extract information from her about Camelot .

The man threatened her dragon and she wouldn’t let him do that . She gave the information of the kingdom that betrayed her and disowned her . She thought that was all he wanted for the safety and protection of her precious dragon but she was naive in that .

He was just another cruel man , like her dead husband , like her fathers men , he would be another to want more , to take what wasn’t his to . Only this time she would break in the end and let him because she couldn’t let him hurt Aithusa . The poor dragon was already hurting enough being unable to fly around daily anymore .

One night , emerald orbs flew open , she peered over at the little white dragon , she had enough , she decided she would get them out of this . And so when he had been dragging her off to his chambers she had just grabbed for a dagger from his belt , slashed for any part of him she could reach and ran once he collapsed and stopped moving .

She and Aithusa had been lost for nearly two days after their escape as she had teleported them in a panic to simply get away , not having had any destination in mind , so it had been disorienting .

They realized they weren’t too far from Camelot and they became their destination .

When she returned to Camelot she found herself instantly greeted with chains , she found herself pleading her case with her bastard brother of all people , the one she blamed for everything in her life up until now besides her father .

It somehow worked , but when she then tried to bring a blade to Uther’s throat that night she was the cause of the sounding of the warning bells and had to escape into the night .

It wouldn’t take long before she succeeded in taking her fathers though and then she would return to Camelot to fight her brother for her throne . One day maybe she would succeed in taking her rightful place on the throne .

Authors Note :

this puts Morgana to be a late 22

at the end of this

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shenanigansam · 2 years

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star wars is getting too real about psychological warfare in Ep 9 of Andor (11/10, I cried, I screamed) - using sounds of a genocide, of children, as a torture device?

Hearing people are incredibly sensitive to sound. We spook when we hear a creak in the dark. Specific frequencies make us feel terror, make our body seize up, give us headaches and nightmares (read up on ghost frequencies, it's terrifying).

It has been used during real life warfare during the Vietnam war. Operation wandering soul was a combination of wailing and terrifying sounds broadcast loudly to terrify, intimidate and tear down Vietnam soldiers. The trauma. The horror.

And now star wars is bringing us this torture mechanism. Because that's all that is. Torture.

I didn't expect to see the day where star wars truly gives me terrified chills, and that without us having to hear any of it. I've never been that afraid of a fictional Empire. Because it feels real. Because it's rooted in things that are real.

#star wars #tw: torture #tw: war #tw: mental abuse #tw: psychological abuse #psychology behind sound #Star Wars andor #andor series #andor spoilers #the parallels to real life are so utterly terrifying #i want more of those - it's such good show writing #so anyway I´m gonna lay down and cry for a while

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dresupi · 2 years

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whoa just realized some of my past trauma that I never recognized in my day-to-day existance.

I over explain myself. Like to the point of arguing with people when they don’t specifically understand the thing I’m trying to tell them. And I back myself up with proof even when they don’t ask for it. Example of this: I was talking to my husband about a movie we were watching. (It was Dune, fwiw). I was talking about reading the books in high school and ended up going over to my bookshelf to pull out the copies I had in high school. Even showed him the copyright dates and the way I wrote my name in the back to prove I’d read them in high school. Did he doubt that I read the books in high school? No.

Did he ask for proof that the books I had on my shelf were indeed the same ones in high school? No.

Would I have dug up old homework notebooks from high school if they were available to me to prove the handwriting in the back of the books was indeed mine? Yes, I absolutely would have.

And I realized that I do that because I used to be in a relationship with someone who gaslit me to the point where I didn’t even believe myself without hard evidence backing me up. Plus, unrelated to that relationship, but my own mother used to think I was lying even when I wasn’t. She just assumed i was lying until I could prove otherwise, which I couldn’t always do. It’s terrified me that my husband now won’t believe me when I tell him something. (It’s never happened, he’s wonderful and apparently knew this was some kind of trauma presenting itself and didn’t make me feel bad about it. But I noticed because my oldest child asked me why I have to defend myself like I’m in court everytime I talk about something... )

so... uh... yikes. I guess.

#personal #past trauma #tw: abuse #tw: mental abuse #tw: gaslighting

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youwantedavillain · 2 years

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Reva, the Screaming Banshee who Enables and Encourages Slander (part 2)

Continued from part 1....

Now pay attention, my dear readers, because this part is gonna be brought up later on! We have already talked about the fact that I am also a victim of stalking and dogpiling in real life by my IRL friends WHILE I was going through all this shit, so it’s not hard to assume and confirm that I have PTSD when it comes to situations like this. One beautifully tragic morning I had to go to one of my English classes, because surprise surprise, I’m a college student… who is trying to NOT to go into fucking debt by failing. Apparently Reva couldn’t comprehend this,... perhaps didn’t consider bothering in the first place. That morning I had woken up from a nightmare/memory of my Stalker pulling the whole demanding my attention thing during my history class when I was going for my Culinary Degree. Now, waking up from that… and having another boy demand my attention while I was going to English class for my Bachelors for English… well… It’s easy to say that the ‘ol demon of unbridled rage possessed me for a hot minute there. Then he ran off to bash me in a server that I didn’t know about… which is reasonable. I was being a total bitch and I do regret it, but what was the reason for that little demand of my attention?

He thought that I didn’t like him (I did a little bit, but I loathe him now), and he was big upsetti spaghetti because I didn’t complete our little art project with the ship kids that @felicitythekittycat supposedly loathes (it’s not like that art takes literal weeks sometimes months to complete depending on how much detail I put in, if I have homework, if my stalker isn’t demanding my attention every half a second etc.).

It’s also not like I’m scared of being screamed at while I’m already emotionally fragile to the point that a feather could break me.

Truly, I should’ve just given him ALLLLLLLLLLLL my attention.

Also, it’s not like he and @felicitythekittycat literally showed off my mental breakdown later on in that same fucking server for everyone to gawk at and make fun of me… making me the village idiot/joke/pathetic cartoon villain…. Again…..

And I’m the bad guy? Have we all agreed I’m the true villain here?

(Side note from an emotionally exhausted me: The reason why @felicitythekittycat was supposedly crying that time was because I was trying to guess what version of Nightmare!Sans got its own server AT 1AM, and I'm an insomniac who at the time was in college for my Culinary Degree. Another note that must be made is now I finally know why he called me "one of the most disgusting people he ever had the displeasure of meeting". I find it EXTREMELY odd and disturbing that he continues to act concerned and wonders if I hate him and "unnerved" when I pretend like nothing is wrong when that is often what he and the others do in that server from my perspective. So, when he and the others do it, it's totally normal. But when I do it, suddenly there is a problem that needs to be pushed. During this time he actively knew I had a stalker, BTW.)

Oh, and also apparently, I’m not allowed to vent in my own server of a whole ass 6 people! Because it gets more people involved with a situation that they’re not a part of…. Now where have I heard that before? Hmmmmmmm, maybe we should scroll up this entire post and uh… see if we see something funny. Liiiiiiiiiiike hypocrisy!

This screenshot was about me making a display of taking down my art contest that I made for the server. It was a basic concept and looking back it may have been a bit TOO ADVANCED for the artists there at the time, but who’s to say. Several people, including @felicitythekittycat, were planning on “memeing” the contest, which was that they were gonna all submit the same picture just to be assholes to me. Now I was reasonably mad because one, I thought it was gonna be a fun little contest – it was basically this:

You have to draw a character that isn’t yours – it can be your friend’s, an anime’s, etc., thus basically it could be any character of your choice so long as it isn’t your OC – and you have to draw them in an outfit that is inspired by food. It could be inspired by the texture, the color, shape language, etc. So essentially you could make a piece of your best friend’s character in a suit that is inspired by Tiramisu if you wanted, specifically the colors it has, and thus give it to said friend as a gift.

Yeah, this was gonna be “memed” for…. What reason? I don’t know, other than the fact that I was the one that thought of it.

Here is the second reason why I was upset: There were PLENTY of other art contests similar to it without a single problem going on. My guess for the reason why Reva was so pissed was because he and his cocksucker posse were upset they couldn’t execute it and/or felt guilty for it. Maybe he thought it was funny too. However, a meme/joke is only funny if everyone is laughing,... and I wasn’t laughing.

You also see me being very submissive here… it’s because I didn’t want to get screamed at more. Plus, I was humiliated. It made me feel like it was a bad idea and that I was a bad person for even considering it. I still somewhat feel embarrassed by it. I do have reassurance that my ideas and emotions over this are valid, though it doesn’t do much to heal the damage that was done to my confidence. Again, showing the Emotional Manipulation and fear impacted my actions in this situation.

The concept isn’t even that strange, there is a Gacha Game called Food Fantasy with this very aesthetic! This concept is very much to HAVE FUN. Hell, League of Legends has an entire skinline with this concept. The point of not doing your own character was to encourage camaraderie and push the artists to get out of their comfort zone by drawing characters that they haven’t done very often. It takes a whole lot of horrific talent to turn something all about fun and camaraderie into something to humiliate a single individual. It is extremely disgusting.

So what do we have here all together?

An Emotionally Abusive and manipulative individual based on the following:

A person who likes to jump into screaming fits, threats of violence, personal insults, and refusing to hear anything other than his own voice, having and abusing a position of power, refusing to be accommodating to a person's trauma, invalidating said trauma, actively tried to get a person to relive that trauma for his personal gain, gets upset over his concept of “peace” being disrupted, does zero self-reflection and constantly imposes unequal rules via a “Rules for thee, but not for me” mentality, refuses to apologize and then actively hides when called out on his bullshit... This is who Reva is. This is how he has ALWAYS BEEN and likely will always be considering that he is hiding right now because "he moved on", a.k.a. refuses to take accountability and actively chose to not let me move on via giving me the answers I so desperately wanted and needed to move on.

But here is where we round out all of this. As I’ve shown before, the vents that he has done were in servers that I had no knowledge of. This is how they were able to talk about me behind my back. He even knew about @felicitythekittycat’s vents. They were in two servers that I didn’t know about and likely had far more people than my little server. I’m guessing that they had anywhere between 10-15 people minimum, could be below or above that line. Blatantly showing that it is because I’m not giving him all my attention and art. He views me as a punching bag and for that, I’m not allowed to complain about anything in his eyes. It’s considered “drama” until it actively affects him when no… this isn’t drama. These are actual problems and real crimes one can be punished for. He doesn’t care that felicitythekittycat pushed me into suicidal ideation and he condoned that behavior by joining in on it, and though his active inaction because here is the kicker… he knew exactly what she was doing and refused to look at any of my evidence until the last minute when he had lost my trust long ago. There was no turning back from that. Especially when he revealed my mental/emotional breakdown to people far outside my trusted circle. That was NOT his pain to share. Anyone in their right mind would be ashamed for doing that much.

Reva, if you’re reading this, which I truly do hope you are, the reason why I never went to you for anything is because I was dealing with so much shit and I was very much wary of men in my life for many, MANY reasons that you have ignored repeatedly and because you started off our “friendship” with an attack. You actively reinforced my fear and wariness towards men. I am not going to pet a dog that tried to kill me when I first met it. I’m also going to be scared of its species, because guess what? That’s what traumatic experiences can do to people, you dumb fuck.

So instead of screaming at me for never going to your immature, unreliable ass for anything… try looking in a mirror and ask yourself if maybe screaming at people when you first meet them is really a good idea and looks good on you. Oh and also, you’d never be a good CEO of Twitter. You’d make Elon Musk’s work look like a paradise. You can barely help run a server for dumbass little roleplays or handle cases of slander, you’d legit run that company to the ground and blame a random Starbucks barista for it. The shit I complained about were legitimate problems, NOT drama. Learn to read the fucking room instead of assuming everything is out to chop your baby chode off with a pair of rusty scissors.

If legitimate slander that is affecting my mental health is what you consider “drama”, then I’d HATE to see what you consider a crime…. Oh wait… I have… because I am the crime.

Me existing is an illegal act to you.

I wouldn’t be surprised if you were waiting with bated breath for me to off myself…. In that case you can keep waiting, motherfucker.

You said me and felicitythekittycat need to improve ourselves. Out of context, that is 100% a fair and understandable statement to make, but when it’s your mouth it came out of, I wonder just how blind you are to your own self-centered, narcissistic bullshit. IT IS OBVIOUSLY MORE THAN A ME AND HER PROBLEM. A TWO YEAR OLD COULD FIGURE THAT SHIT OUT.

I had a temper problem and kept on drawing boundaries. Felicitythekittycat had a habit for crossing them and slandering me behind my back, activities that you actively participated in and perpetuated ON IN TWO OF JESSIRONI'S SERVERS (turns out there are two servers and not just one). It’s like getting mad at a dog for biting your leg when you were the one who kicked it in the first place. You brought in FAR MORE people than I ever did in EVERY SINGLE FUCKING SITUATION THAT HAD ME RELATED TO OR IN IT. But I only had a whole 6 people whereas those secret servers had…. How many spectators? How many participants? You have a whole ass “Rules for thee but not for me” mentality here.

I legitimately hope you never confessed your feelings to that secret someone to spare them the absolute plight of your company. Even imagining you in a relationship makes me want to shit in my hands and clap in your general direction.

Okay I need to talk here straight up because I know that I’ve been losing my cool this entire post and I need to really just sit down and say this. When I was still on relatively… I suppose decent terms with Reva – (I don’t know nor do I believe if I was ever on good terms with him) – I was legitimately terrified of being screamed at and dogpiled virtually at literally any moment. In a way it was worse online because no matter how much evidence I had of felicitythekittycat‘s lies and proof of my innocence, he wouldn’t even look at it, nor would VishaRage or Poke – the owner of said RolePlay server – and I would be left unheard completely. I know that the question of why I have so much evidence and yet never used it to prove my innocence to those who are in power, well this is why. I was never heard. None of them wanted to give me the time of day unless I were the villain time and time again. Why? Well I shit you not… the delivery. I would be sarcastic like “Oh wow I’m such a horrible person” and then give my evidence. They wouldn’t even glance at it. Not even a quick skim of any of the screenshots. Why was I so sarcastic and sassy? I was tired of getting dogpiled and overwhelmed. I was tired of walking on eggshells all day every day with no break from it. So it’s no surprise that I gave up, especially in the last conversation I had with him. In our last conversation, he claimed he was trying to hear my side AFTER I pointed out that he never once tried to hear me out. I told him I didn’t believe him and blocked him. To be honest, I’d love to meet the bastard in real life just to see if he’d actually try to kill me. I’d tell him to just do it, fucking get it over with. There is one sole reason why I think all of this shit happened out of malicious intent and I’ll reveal it at the end of all of this.

I had taken a long break from writing this post not simply because of the holiday but because of the sheer amount of anxiety I get from looking at the screenshots that are about him and all his verbal abuse and threats towards my person. Mind you, I’m used to hearing screaming. I’m used to being bullied, but there is a breaking point and he and felicitythekittycat took full advantage of it and kept sprinting onwards. Killing me would’ve been a mercy.

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