#one piece 1020

[hyacinth-04]

Mommy Robin coming to the rescue!

[everypageofnicorobin]

Robin once thought herself to be a burden to the crew, but instead they can lean on her and depend on her!

[wurm-food]

Guys I’m so in my Robin feelings these next few chapters uuuuuuugh…. I love her sm

One Piece - #1020

[kookoofufu]

jesus christ oda

[anachronismstellar]

no spoilers ofc but chapter 1020 of one piece just gave me a heart attack

LET'S GOOOOOOOO

[algumaideia]

Go Robinnnnnnnnnnnnn

Luffy is hungry

[devildomwriter]

Fun Facts 1011-1020

• Diavolo often gets lost or follows a stranger and has to be found/rescued by Barbatos or his friends.

• Out of all the characters Leviathan is the one confirmed to have the most guns.

• Solomon had a grandmother named Gladys.

• Lucifer is canonically over ten million years in age.

• Mammon gave Luke lessons on how to be cool. Luke ended up cursing like a sailor and had to be stopped by MC and Simeon.

• Lucifer’s Little D did not take form for a while after his fall because his Father was still holding onto a piece of him unwilling to let go entirely until Lucifer pleaded with him for answers about his actions in the war.

• Diavolo enjoys when Lucifer speaks roughly and informally like he did in the Celestial Realm

• The brothers once took MC to court before Diavolo to get MC to stop using the “stay” command

• The only times Lucifer attempted to kill MC it was to protect his brothers

• MC has nearly been eaten alive by large animals/bugs more than three times in the main story alone.

1001-1010 • 1021-1030

[lostpimplepatch]

ONE PIECE WANO SPOILERS FOR EP 1020

Sanji calling Robin for help in front of everyone is my favorite Sanji moment in this arc so far.

Like most of the fandom I have a love hate relationship with Sanji���s character because he has the potential to be a really well developed character but in many arcs ends up being a very shallow one. Coming off of Whole Cake Island which is a very strong Sanji arc, Wano felt soo lacking. His peeping gag was back, he was using the germa tech despite his conviction not to, he was insecure about Jinbei replacing him as the ‘smart’ one of the stronger strawhats. After an arc where our crew was separated and went through a lot for Sanji it felt like he was unsure of his place in the story and was revisiting all his “positions”.

Then came this villain Black Maria, who embodied and questioned the shallow aspect of his character and by extension his chivalry. She demonstrates that men like him are quick to think themselves heroes that save women from harassment and violence but internally want to inflict this harassment and violence on women as well. Sanji runs in thinking a woman might be getting harassed, beats up the guy, but when he’s escaping we see that exact scene is one of his fantasies. It’s legitimate criticism of his character. I wish it would be a learning moment. Sanji refuses to fight against women as usual and he’s put in a position where he can either die, call Robin and put his friend and a woman in danger, or fight women. This happens all the time but Sanji here makes the easy decision to cry for help.

What’s great about it is, this is an incredibly humiliating moment for a “chivalrous man”. We see a bunch of other manly men in the show react with disdain and ridicule at the fact that he would go crying for help from a woman, the opposite of “chivalry” in their eyes. Even the villain women working under Black Maria are shocked and disappointed because this doesn’t fit the “chivalrous” image. But Sanji isn’t giving up his friend, he’s not betraying her, he’s asking for help. Because he trusts her, because he knows he can rely on her. The key here being, unlike Black Maria’s expectations Sanji’s wish to protect women is not just to seem more manly and chivalrous. He would rather have the world think he’s a weak spineless coward than hit a woman. That’s in this context a rarer thing than to simply proclaim he’d rather die. It proves that his morals come from within and that he stands on them.

Robin, of course, shows up immediately, saves his ass and says “Thank you for relying on me, it made me happy”. This is what got me crying because Robin doesn’t think less of him for a second because their places have been swapped before. In water 7 and ennies lobby she tried to make the choice of dying instead of asking for help and putting her friends in danger. She saw first hand that that hurt them more than any buster call could have. It was her and Sanji on that train where she refused to accept his help and it did nothing but hurt them and delay the inevitable. She learned that day that she was worthy of being protected and that her friends would walk into a death trap for her. She was resolved to do the same. Of course it makes her happy to have the chance to do that for her crew.

On a side note, Sanji and Zoro’s views on women are often pitted against each other as “protect women” vs “view them as an equal” but this arc we saw Zoro protecting a woman that couldn’t fight (Komurasaki/Hiyori) and Sanji trusting and relying on a woman to save him in a dangerous situation.

[gojoidyll]

Infinity

Yandere ! Gojo Satoru x F ! Reader

Part 1 | my broken maid

Warnings | abusive parents, mentions of death, grammatical errors, etc.

Notes | this fic will be using she/her pronouns for y/n. Also this is a reincarnation fic, so Gojo's name will not be "Satoru" in this part. And please let me know if you want to be in a taglist for this series !! ^-^

Summary | And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and I'd choose you.

Infinity Masterlist

year 1020 AD

GOJO SHINYA watched carefully. His blue eyes piercing into the back of a young maid dressed in a tattered kimono that she had to stitch up the patches herself, she worked tiredly, quietly, and most of all - she worked obediently. Her name, as he recalled, was y/n l/n. The firstborn of the l/n clan. But depsite being born in such a esteemed family she was hated all because she didn't inherit her family's cursed technique or the ability to see cursed spirits. For this reason, both her mother and father sought to have another child, and that they did. This time a young son of five years old who has already shown signs of having both inherited his father's and mother's techniques.

When he first visited the clan as it was his duty as the next clan head of the Gojo clan and the next lord of the land, his first thought upon hearing the news and seeing the girl was simply a 'how pitiful' and he went on about his day.

However, as luck would have it...he would get to know her, little by little.

He would learn that she was soft hearted and soft spoken. She never got mad, even when her own family was berating her or yelling at her. She never raised her eyes in defiance. She never yelled back. She never even slammed the sliding door.

He would learn that she was a lovely singer with a voice of an angel. Her little lullabies echoing quietly in the garden's of the l/n estate as he would find himself wandering around as talks with the l/n clan have concluded and he was given free reign to explore the place.

He would learn that she loves flowers and even tries to protect them when her own mother would come out and start ripping the small plants from the ground saying how y/n was "undeserving of such things as pretty flowers". Gojo knew he wasn't meant to witness the scene, but his six eyes allowed him to see a lot of things. He even got to see how y/n cried over the deadening flowers and how she would replant them in hopes that they would grow back.

He would learn that she flusters easily. As when she had caught his gaze unexpectedly one hot March afternoon, she had blushed profusely. Her (color) cheeks heating up greatly as her eyes would fixate onto the ground. Her hands gripping the broom a little bit more tightly as she resumed her sweeping. She was so cute, he mused.

So, he would learn and learn and learn many things. She was gentle, caring, soft, and cute too. He found that he wanted to hold her close as the weeks turned into months and months turned into a year as he would find himself visiting the l/n clan many times in hopes of seeing her.

The head of the l/n clan. Sojiro. Would take pride and his ego would visibly swell as THE Gojo Shinya would frequently visit his estate. Gojo honestly hated the man and wished that y/n was the clan head instead. At least then he would have someone pretty to look at instead of an ugly man, and ugly five year old who wouldn't stop smiling, and an even uglier wife who would eye him like a piece of meat.

But Gojo would tell himself that it was worth it. He would get to see y/n (even though it was at a distance) and he would get to make treaties and deals with the esteemed l/n clan. He kills two birds with one stone.

"You will offer this land to us?! Are you certain my lord?!"

Gojo gave a stiff smile and gave a dismissive wave of his hand, "please, I'm no lord yet. So, technically this land here is just a promise for when I come into power. Though, when I do become lord, I hope you will give me something else in return along with your devote loyalty."

Sojiro could only bow to Gojo. His forehead meeting the floorboards, "of course Lord Gojo, whatever you wish from us will be yours!"

Gojo clapped his hands together as a smile adorned his face, "splendid! I'm glad to hear it, but for now...I'll wait to tell you what I want. Once I become lord of the land and take my title as the head of the jujutsu sorcerers, i'll gift you the land and then tell you of my desires from your family. Will that suffice?"

"Of course Lord Gojo!"

Gojo smiled happily as he stood up, "good then! I think I'll take a small walk around the grounds and then take my leave. See you all in the next coming of days."

The family bowed, hell, even the five year old did after his mother urged him a little. But Gojo didn't care. His focus was to see the cute little maid he has been secretly pining after.

Well, that was until he had opened the door and walked right into said girl he was looking for. A crash sounding as a mess of dirty water and rags spilled at their feet. And when their eyes locked. Oh, the fear he saw within her (color) hues. He wanted to hug her tight and tell her it'll be alright, bit refrained from doing so. Instead, he watched as she got on her hands and knees. Head bowed to the floor, lips trembling as she apologized over and over and over again. Her tattered and mis-matched kimono getting dirty and wet from the cleaning water.

"I'm so sorry, Lord Gojo."

Her voice would tremble. Shake and quiever. He didn't need the six eyes to know that her parents and even little brother were glaring daggers at her. Oh, how he wanted to sweep her off feet and whisk her away right then and there. But it wasn't his place. He wasn't exactly a lord yet after all.

Sojiro would quickly apologize as well as he would get his bearings. And as Gojo found himself in a new pair of clothes and ushered out of the estate. He had wished to see y/n one more time. But the head of the l/n clan seemed eager to usher him out most likely because he wanted to "discipline" his oldest daughter for causing such a mess. When in reality it was Gojo's fault just as much.

But he decided to leave it at that. Merely smiling and saying it was alright. Waving a dismissive hand as his usual walk around the grounds was postponed. He reckoned he could see her again (properly) some other time. Hopefully without fear in her eyes.

But alas.

Gojo Shinya would not see her again.

Because apparently she was beaten to death that same night. When he heard the news he had a sort of .. fell into silent fury dwelling within him.

A girl he had fallen for from a distance so easily taken from him depsite him being a sorcerer and having the six eyes.

For the rest of his days after that, he vowed to find her again for it was written in books of old that pure souls with tragic endings got second chances.

So with reincarnation embedding itself into the deepest parts of his mind, he vowed to see her again. For he had a tragic end too. I mean, he didn't end up with her after all, right?

[loneberry]

"Attar is one of the greatest poets of the Persian language. Nonetheless, his popularity - both in Iran itself and in the West (Goethe, for example, touched on him only briefly in his West-Eastern Divan) - does not match that of Ferdowsi (d. 1020), Omar Khayyam (d. c.1132), Rumi, Saadi (d. 1292) or Hafiz (d. 1389); occasionally he is even omitted from the line of seven Persian poet-princes in favour of Jami (d. 1492). One pos­sible reason for this is that the composition of his poetry is too artful, too complex to be effective in the town squares and teahouses, while at the same time, many of his stories and figures may seem too coarse, too folk-like and too sarcastic to be at the forefront of the high spir­itual literature cultivated at courts in former times and in middle-class households today. Attar’s poetry, on the other hand, is far less stilted than that of most Persian poets but, rather, unadorned, clear and imme­diate. The pain it expresses is not spiritually filtered as in Rumi, far less metaphysically elevated than in Saadi, and not sublimated into pleasure as in Omar Khayyam - where Hafiz turns the earthly into the mystical, Attar strips mysticism down to its leaden, earthly foundation in order to scream his longing to the heavens." --Navid Kermani, The Terror of God: Attar, Job and the Metaphysical Revolt

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I asked my professor which masnavi (Persian epic poem) he thinks is the greatest ever written. He replied, Rumi's Masnavi (the only masnavi Rumi wrote). Shock. How can there be a masnavi greater than Attar's Conference of the Birds? (There are 4 authentic Attar masnavis; sadly, as far as I know, Conference of the Birds is the only one that has been translated into English.) Reading through Rumi's masnavi I think I am still team Attar. It's Attar's coarseness I love--he is a poet of mad saints and freaks. In Rumi's Masnavi, the absence of a frame story and the pious/didactic tone is somewhat of a barrier for me. The pieces don't quite hang together, whereas Attar's Conference of the Birds is intricately structured--there are stories within stories within stories, each bird with its idiosyncratic psychology--a narrative arc that mirrors the journey of the soul across the seven valleys. But maybe there is a difference between reading a sufi text for its poetry rather than religious instruction, I don't know.

[everypageofnicorobin]

This low blow Black Maria's taking at Sanji's pride isn't even worthy of Robin and Brook's combined rage. Robin should make for plenty of fury.

[takenbypeter]

Could I request a Wonka x fem reader? Where it’s the fire scene and maybe she spots like a box or cart of chocolate that hasn’t been tainted by the evils and she is determined to save it even if she’s jumping into the fire and putting her life at risk? Willy is horrified (you can choose if he saves her or if she’s one of those damsels not in distress) but it ends happy and she survived and they talk about it afterwards? Like he can’t believe she would risk her life and she knows how important the chocolate is to him and so she’d do anything for him. Thanks!

Some Risks Are Worth It

Willy Wonka x reader

Words: 1020

He didn’t deserve this.

You knew the chocolatier for only a short time, having enjoyed the joy his chocolate brought to you and as well as others, but you knew him enough to know he didn’t deserve this. The way the crowd turned on him, it just wasn’t right.

You weren’t amazingly close with the man, however, you knew him from only recent times as you, along with a few others helped in the making of his new shop. Despite not being close you knew his chocolate, it meant something. It meant something to anyone who tried it and you were one of those people.

Maybe it was that conviction that made you do what you did next.

You stood beside him, in horror as the fire raged and smoke filled the room.

Eyes looking at the destruction that was currently taking place, your eyes stopped hovering over a sight that looked brighter than the others.

“We gotta get out of here,” he said, grabbing your head and pulling you towards the door.

“Wait, I see something,” you say and he ignores your pleas, “let’s go.”

Although you want to listen to the boy you find some things are more important, you pull away from him heading in the opposite direction.

Willy stops as soon as he feels your hand slip and for a moment you look back at him, noticing how his eyes pleaded, silently. “Go, I’ll meet you out there!” You shout as he takes a step forward but a burning product practically falls from the ahead cutting him off from you.

He would’ve stayed, he would’ve helped if Chucklesworth hadn’t run back in to guide him out ignoring his requests.

‘Where was it?’ You thought recalling where you last viewed the colorful item. You ran through a bit of smoke, before you pinpointed exactly where you saw it. It only took you a second to spot it and grab it, “gotcha,” you exclaimed before another piece of wood crashed from the sky.

Luckily there was another way out.

Willy on the other hand was stuck outside along with the others. He could only imagine the worst as he held his eyes glued to the scene. “That’s it I’m going in!” He shouted taking steps while the others went to hold him back.

Luckily they didn’t have to restrain him too long as you emerged shortly.

They let him go and he ran to you, kneeling down as you coughed hunched over with your hands on your knees.

After you let out some nasty coughs you held an item up, “I got it,” you breathe out. Willy takes the time before realizing what it was.

It was a box of his newest candy, chocolate moose.

“You went back for this?…why on earth would you go back for this?”

You glanced down wondering how you were going to explain this one, “look I know you’re upset because of your shop—“

“My shop? Do you know how worried we were? How scared we were?” He scoffs and walks a ways away, clearly upset.

You’ve never seen him this way, frankly you didn’t even believe he could get this way.

You look back at the others, who share a look before Abacus is the one to speak up, “he was really worried. He was going to go back in for you.”

You glanced back at Willy who was pinching his nose in no doubt frustration. “I’ll be back,” you announce, following the boys footsteps.

“Willy?” You ask approaching him.

“You risked your life…for chocolate,” he laughed at the situation before turning to you with a much more serious expression, “what if you died?”

“But I didn’t.”

“But what if you did? I couldn’t live with myself knowing that I had a part in that.”

Your lip tightened into a straight line having not thought of that before, “I’m sorry.”

He lets out a breath of his own coming to terms with what happened, happened. “Why did you even grab that?” He asks now eyeing the chocolate.

You peered down at the chocolate in your hands, the one that apparently meant so much you’d risk your life for it.

“Everything was burning down, all our hard work, it was just gone. When I saw this,” you lifted it up, “it helped me to believe that it wasn’t all gone. We have something. This is our new starting point, it’s our hope. And you all worked so hard on it. Willy, do you know how much joy your chocolate has brought into people's lives. The people need things like this.” Finally you lower the box of delicacies, “and I wasn’t going to let some fire stand in the way of happiness.”

Wonka meets your eyes, seeming to come to some sort of understanding, “does my happiness mean that much to you?” He asked genuinely curious.

“Yes of course. I care about you and I just want you to be happy.”

He breathed out another sigh, he knew you meant it in the best way. The action was actually very sweet to him. He just didn’t know what he would do if he lost you.

“Okay, what’s done is done,” he pushes the box lower, “just try to keep in mind, having you be in my life brings me much more happiness than chocolate ever could.”

That was not something you were expecting from all this. Of course you knew he cared about you but more than chocolate? You thought he cared about the dessert far more than everything else. But apparently you were wrong.

“Why, Wonka, careful you might give the wrong impression if you keep talking like that.”

He smiles for the first time since the incident, “or maybe I’d give off the right impression.”

Suddenly finding yourself with a frog in your throat at the abrupt suddenness of the boy you turn your whole body towards him immediately noticing the darkness of his cheeks.

“Let’s join the others, they're waiting for us,” he says sliding past you and it took you a moment to recollect yourself and follow the man.

[wurm-food]

I — 🥺 Robin, baby

One Piece - #1020

[cloroxcasser0le]

Ragatha kills Jax again (??) (me when I know) yayyy

words: 1020

summary: Ragatha is like ou cmere bbg and kills Jax rlly brutally and then Caine is like uhm??? And so is everyone else and then Ragatha is cancelled for 8 days.

yah cw for badly written violence

I really need to write something normal. Or good idk this was fun tho

“oh JAAAAX!!” He heard his name called from around the corner he’d just rounded to hide from the rag doll currently chasing him with a damn cleaver. The last thing he wanted was to be cleaved! His breathing picked up as he heard Ragatha’s quiet footsteps near him, quiet to the point where it’s clear she’s trying to be, but failing due to Jax’s very very good hearing (he is a bnuuy!). After a rushed conclusion, he sprinted to a side where he thought Rags wasn’t looking, but was quickly proved wrong by Ragatha calling out as she chased him “Running, are we?” “Of course I am! What do you take me for a MASOCHIST?” he managed out in between heavy breaths from this increasingly fast jog he’s taking that just so happens to have tipped a doll over the edge. “All this pushing yourself is making you seem like one, Jax~!” Ragatha feigned concern, though it was only for a moment, ended by the conclusion of mockery towards the rabbit she was hunting. Jax ignored her in favor of catching his breath around a bend that he assumed was out of her reach. Oh lord was he wrong. “There you are! You know, this would’ve been a lot easier-“ the last word was emphasized with a grunt of effort when she sunk her knife into Jax’s thigh “-had you not run!” She ended as she slid the knife to her left a beat and up back towards her. The rabbit collapsed onto the floor from the lack of support from his leg-or lack thereof- before he fully processed what had just happened “W-WHAT THE F$@K, RAGATHA?” he spat before gritting his teeth, trying not to scream or yell anymore from the almost blinding pain from the severed leg “Oh you think that’s bad? You’ve got a rude awakening coming at you, a lot like my KNIFE!” Bad joke, even worse pain shot through his shoulder as her knife sliced through it. He laboriously groaned and pushed himself up from the black and white- with spreading red accents- tile “What’s..” he paused to readjust his weight fully onto the arm that’s still attached to his body “..the end goal here, buddy? To kill me?” Ragatha thought for a moment before responding with SUCH a reassuring comment “Yep!” Along with a hand digging deep, clutching even, his exposed muscle and… the narration has been paused to deliver you some built up curses of agony from the boio.. “F@&@&&&@@&&&@CK!!! GET YOUR F@&KING HAND OUT OF ME YOU @&$@ @&#%€!!” ..that were only silenced when Ragatha retracted her hand from his arm stump (major L for him 😦) leaving him whimpering on the ground while she appreciated this sight before her, until he was lifted back up by her hand hooking and lifting him by the lower jaw, placing the one with the knife beside it, positioning one of her feet beside his neck before pushing him in the direction of the knife as she sliced and cut away pieces she didn’t want there on him. — “There, now he’ll shut up” Jax faintly heard on top of… below the hush that befell his senses when she kicked him. The world was feeling so far away, but he still managed to feel a dull pain around his jaw. Maybe from opening it too wide to scream? He moved a hand to it, but the hand met nothing but stickiness. He pulled it away to see red. So much red. His pupils shrunk down to tiny squares. Was he dying? He couldn’t be dying! They can’t die, he can’t die, especially not at the hands of her!

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All that precision she used apparently went unnoticed, seeing as the rabbit barely had any reaction to her. Sighing, she dug her hand back into the muscle that was once hidden by his arm continuing past it. She was in no hurry to get down and get Caine to fix him, because not only would it truly nail in the lesson she wanted to teach him, but Caine could easily bring him back if Jax bled to death from that nasty rip. He couldn’t protest as she pulled him along by the wound that continuously spurted blood up onto her hand.

—

The other 4 circus members had long since been gathered by the stage, chatting among themselves as they waited for Ragatha and Jax to come back. “Maybe they just saw a really interesting gameshow on the tv! I know how easy those captivate me!” Kinger proposed a reading as to why the two were taking this long. “ I don’t think Jax, Ragatha might though, would care about a game show…” Zooble interjected “Ragatha’s probably just making Jax clean up all those centipedes he so loves to throw around, nothing important” pomni didn’t want to believe people abstracted close enough together for them to be discovered on the same day, what would that mean for her and the ones here she’d actually befriended? Including Ragatha, who might’ve just done so? The conversation was stopped as the question at hand was finally answered as Ragatha neared them, dragging behind her Jax’s disfigured corpse. —

Gangle felt a tap on her shoulder, looking up to see pomni facing her, then turning to look at something in the opposite direction the ribbon girl was facing, with a bewildered expression worn on her face. She turned to see the object of the jester’s shock, quickly sharing the same emotion when she saw Ragatha, inaudibly to the rest of them, explaining to Caine why Jax was.. like that.

What was audible though, was Caine’s reprimanding “RAGATHA! THAT IS UNACCEPTABLE-“ he snapped his fingers, reviving Jax, (who I would never let die im so nice) who quickly skittered away to put distance in between him and the doll that had just murdered him, and who even seemingly had fun in the act, while Caine also put Ragatha in a corner with an invisible barrier that had a floating banner that read “NAUGHTY CORNER” “-YOUR SENTENCE IS FOR 1 WEEK!”

“Come onnn! He deserved it! In fact, he deserves to be @&$&%# too!” The ragdoll protested “Ragatha what the f@&k that’s like not even chill” Caine broke character, still trying to process why Ragatha snapping had led to such a DRASTIC change in personality. He knew she would be more violent or irritable but this? He just didn’t understand “PLUS ONE DAY TO YOUR SENTENCE!!”

“Ugh..”

[kittyykattxoxo]

then how do the dead (part 2)

pairing: rhea x liv

summary: rhea ripley has always considered herself invincible. after being manipulated into betraying the one person she ever loved by edge, she begins to spiral as the guilt eats her alive - even more so when he takes something from her that she'd been unwilling to give. faced with the prospect of losing more of herself, a final act of desperation to take control of her life leaves her forced to confront the demons she'd been trying so desperately to hide

word count: 1020

trigger warning: mentions of non-con, depression + bad mental thoughts, suicide attempt. remember if you're struggling that there are resources available to help you

A steady beeping filled the quiet, soft and rhythmic like a metronome.

Rhea’s entire body felt heavy, almost like the weight of gravity had doubled and was holding her down. The strong scent of antiseptic hit her nose before she was even able to fully open her eyes.

The hospital.

Blinking slowly, the bright fluorescent lights above immediately blinded her, stinging her already sore eyes. Her body shifted slightly and she let out a soft hiss as pain shot through her, a throbbing in her thigh that reminded her of exactly why she was here. What she’d done in a moment of pain and desperation.

“You’re awake.” 

A deep voice broke through the fog in her mind, alerting her to the fact that she wasn’t alone. Turning her head slightly, she saw Damian there, sitting next to her hospital bed. He had exhaustion etched over his face, his dark eyes filled with a range of emotions - relief, worry, anger. 

“You scared the shit out of me, Rhea.” His voice was rough, almost like he’d been speaking for hours. “I thought I was going to lose you.”

Her throat was dry and she had to swallow hard before speaking, regret beginning to pool in the pit of her stomach as she turned her head away from him. “Maybe you should’ve”

“Don’t you dare say that.” His voice was firm, but not laced with anger - only pleading. “I don’t know what’s been going on with you these past few weeks, but I know this isn’t you. So please, just talk to me.”

Rhea didn’t answer him immediately. Truthfully, she didn’t know how. What was she supposed to say? That she was drowning? That she felt like she’d lost every piece of herself to a man who had taken advantage of her? She’d never spoken about what happened between her and Edge, too afraid that it would make it all real. That people might look at her with shame in their eyes. Or worse, that suddenly everyone around her would look at her like she was this fragile thing that needed to be taken care of. Damian was different, though. He’d always been there for her - even when she didn’t think that she deserved it.

“It was Edge” she finally admitted, her voice barely above a whisper as the words clawed their way out of her throat. 

Damian stiffened beside her, a look of confusion on his face. “What do you mean, Rips?”

Rhea’s fingers curled, tightening around the blanket covering her body. “It wasn’t just the mental manipulation, the convincing me to turn on Liv and join the Judgement Day. He -” her voice cracked, and she sucked in a sharp breath. “He raped me, Damian.”

Silence.

Damian’s entire body went rigid, his jaw locking so tightly that Rhea almost thought she could hear his teeth grinding against one another. She’d never seen Damian like this before, not this angry. His hands had moved to clench his knees, his knuckles turning white as he attempted to hold himself together. “Tell me exactly what happened, Rhea.”

Rhea opened her mouth, but almost immediately clamped it shut as the shame curled back in her stomach. “I didn’t fight back,” she admitted, her voice barely audible. “I let it happen.”

Damian’s head immediately snapped toward her. “No.” His voice was sharp, but the look he gave Rhea was so gentle. “You did not let it happen, Rhea. He took that choice away from you.”

Tears burned the back of her eyes as Rhea attempted to hold herself together, at least what little was left of her. “I felt like I had to. He made me feel like I owed him for bringing me into the Judgement Day. That I had to prove my loyalty.” A bitter, broken laugh escaped her. “and I believed him, Dames. I tried to tell myself afterwards that it wasn’t real, that it hadn’t happened like I remembered it. But it did happen and God, I felt so fucking dirty Damian.”

Damian’s hands were trembling now. His breathing had grown heavy, his nostrils flaring as his body trembled with a barely contained rage. “I swear to god, I’m going to kill him” he said, his voice dangerously calm.

Rhea let out a choked breath, something between a laugh and a sob. “It’s not worth it Damian, it doesn’t even matter anymore. I’m already ruined.”

Damian’s gaze immediately snapped to her, his eyes blazing. “Don’t you ever say that.” He reached out to grab her hand, holding it tightly and giving it a light squeeze. “He doesn’t get to ruin you, Rhea. He doesn’t get to take who you are.”

Rhea’s lower lip quivered, all the walls that she’d built up to try and block everything out crumbling faster than she had thought possible. “Then why do I feel like there’s nothing left of me, Dames?”

Damian squeezed her hand tighter in response. “Because he made you feel that way, Rhea. But he’s wrong. You’re still you and you don’t have to carry this alone.” 

Tears spilled down Rhea’s cheeks, and for the first time she let them fall freely in front of someone. Let all the pain that she’d been building and nursing herself finally be shared with someone else. 

“I don’t know how to fix this,” she finally admitted.

“That’s okay. We’ll fix it together. You don’t have to do it alone anymore, Rips.”

Rhea smiled, the first genuine smile since before she could remember, because she truthfully believed him. 

A loud knock at the door was what pulled them away from each other, both looking toward it. 

“I swear to god if that’s him he’s fucking - “ Damian began as he rose from his seat, stomping over to yank the door to the hospital room open. He immediately paused and Rhea looked on in confusion, wondering who it could be - obviously it wasn’t Edge by the way that her best friend wasn’t currently committing a homicide. As Damian stepped aside, though, Rhea inhaled sharply, her eyes landing on the one person she had NEVER wanted to see her like this.

Liv.

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Franky won!!!

Go Yamatoooo