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itsrheasgirl · 9 months

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WILL YOU LOVE ME TOMORROW?

Chapter 1

RHEA RIPLEY X FEM!READER

WORD COUNT: 2235

SUMMARY: THE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP ISN’T ALL RHEA LOSES WHEN SHE’S FORCED TO TURN ON HER TAG TEAM PARTNER AND LONG TERM GIRLFRIEND IN ORDER TO GET A PUSH IN HER CAREER, BUT ONLY TIME WILL TELL IF ALL IS LOST.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: N/A FOR THIS PART.

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The WWE and how its writers worked had never seemed to faze Rhea. She’d become so used to them throwing curveballs in her career that when Triple H pulled the two of you into his office after an average Monday Night Raw, she knew something was coming. It had been two weeks since the announcement had been made public that she would fight alongside you for a shot at the women’s tag team championship and you couldn’t be more excited if you tried, but Rhea, she knew it all seemed too easy. She hadn’t faced a title match recently without some sort of trouble to follow. They were pushing her career and she knew that, but she wished they would cut her some slack.

“So… we’ve got the breakdown for next weeks match and I just wanted to run it past you both in person.”

Immediately Rhea knew something was off. When it came down to the game plan, it always came via email, the full break down from beginning to end. Interviews and all.

Placing her palm down onto your thigh and giving it a comforting squeeze, she turned her sapphire gaze in your direction as a quizzical expression captured her features. You could feel the tremor that vibrated her palm as it lay against your exposed skin, your own fingers winding with hers to keep her hand steady.

It had only been a few months since you and Rhea had made your relationship public— even though you’d been in an off screen relationship for almost a year, but it had been welcomed with open arms by your fellow co-workers and the general public weren’t exactly mad about it either.

Inhaling a shallow breath, Rhea pulled her focus from you and turned back to face Triple H head on as he leant back in his chair, chewing nervously at her lower lip.

“Demi you have to remember I don’t make the rules, this wasn’t my plan for you and I don’t want to hurt you— Either of you.”

Rhea’s palms began to sweat as the words sunk into her already panicked thoughts, mixing with the confusion that was washing over her about the whole situation. Triple H’s deep hues flicking away from his lock on her and over to you as he spoke. Your grasp around Rhea’s hand tightened slightly as you contemplated what had been said. He didn’t want to hurt you. What did that even mean?

“I tried my best to change this, I need you both to understand that but it was already approved, I was too late.”

Rhea’s heart began to pound in her chest, her panic only getting worse with each word that left Triple H’s lips. What could they possibly have planned that would shake up such a strong man to the point he had to apologize?

“Just spit it out, Paul!”

Rhea snapped, as she released your hand and slammed both her palms down hard against the desk before her. The loud bang echoing in your ears and causing a small gasp to bubble in your throat, you grasped gently at her shoulder and graze your thumb slowly along her soft skin.

“It can’t be that bad, baby.”

Your gaze was locked on Rhea as you continued to trace small circles against her shoulder blades, but hers was fixated on Triple H. He still hadn’t told you the breakdown and it was starting to itch at her brain, like a tic burrowing into her conscious.

“Then why are we here? Why wasn’t this sent out just like every other week? If it’s not that bad then why is he acting like this?”

Rhea’s jaw was clenched, the veins in her temples flaring and her fingertips turning white as she gripped at the edge of the desk. Each passing seconds causing more and more tension between the two individuals as you tried your best to keep Rhea calm.

Triple H inhaled a staggered breath as he joined his palms and placed them down against his desk, glancing at you swiftly before shifting his gaze down to his hand.

“You lose.”

Rhea’s features don’t even shift as she scoffs to his response, her eyes rolling in annoyance as she fights back a sarcastic laugh. Triple H wouldn’t have called the two of you into his office for a simple loss, you’d both experienced loses in your career and not once had they made such a big deal out of it.

“And that helps my push how, Paul? Because if I remember correctly the last time you had me in here you were telling me I was a superstar and about to get the headlines I deserved.”

She couldn’t take much more of this, it was all too cryptic and if she didn’t get answers from Triple H soon then she’d go get them from someone she knew wouldn’t make her wait.

“They’re breaking you up Dem, they want you to turn on Y/N after the match. That’s it, okay. Team’s over. I tried to fight for you, both of you. I told them this wasn’t fair but the decision is made and the betrayal is already in motion.”

Rhea’s heart sank in her chest as she bolted upright to a standing position, her chair flying backwards and almost toppling over as she once more slammed the flat of her palms down against Triple H’s desk.

“Are you fucking kidding me!?”

You could see the sudden shock claim Triple H’s features as he witnesses Rhea’s outrage, his lips parting slightly in search of what to say next. Not like he really had the time to respond as Rhea shoved at his desk to drive it back towards him, her nostrils flaring as she once more raised her voice.

“She’s my fucking girlfriend Paul, what sick son of a bitch would write this. What kind of a story arch is it to destroy an actual fucking couple?”

You couldn’t believe the rage that was starting to burn behind Rhea’s eyes, her sparkling sapphire blues casted in a shade of black as she began to pace back and forth across the room, your gaze flitting between her and Triple H as he simply watched her without a word.

“You know what, no.”

Rhea stopped in her tracks and snapped her piercing gaze down to Triple H as he went to speak, her tone filled with so much upset and heartbreak.

“Change it, or I don’t fight!”

Rhea didn’t even give him time to reply before her swift strides had her moving in the direction of the door, swinging it open to have the block of wood collide with the wall behind it as she disappeared into the hallway.

It took a few moments for words to be exchanged once more, Triple H’s expression cloaked with disappointment as he turned his attention towards you. He could tell you were hurting too— even though you were hiding it well, exhaling a shallow breath before he addressed you head on.

“I’m sorry.”

Was all he was able to spit out as his broad palms rubbed over his face, words trapped in his throat as he process the best way to continue going.

You hadn’t taken your eyes off the door in which Rhea had left so abruptly, secretly hoping she’d come back and talk this out. You knew all about the push WWE had planned for her— you’d talked about it in length over a bottle of wine the night she’d found out, but you didn’t expect they would be separating you so soon. You were thrilled that Rhea was finally getting the shot she’d worked so hard for, but in turn it left you in the dust. Thrown aside like a used Kleenex.

Finally giving up on the idea of Rhea’s return, you shift your focus back to your management as he still sat face in palms at his desk. Maybe you’d have to be the one to talk with Rhea and bring her round to the idea, you wanted her to thrive— to be the superstar you knew she truly was and if that meant losing her, then so be it.

“What’s the rest of the plan, Paul?”

You questioned. Your tone was calm and almost consoling as your fingers wrapped around Triple H’s palm and pulled it down from his face, holding onto his callus fingers as you searched his gaze for a moment.

“I’ll talk to her. I can fix this, just tell me what she needs to know and I’ll make her listen.”

Maybe the words coming from you wouldn’t sting as hard and things would be able to play out the way the WWE intended, Rhea always listened to you when it came down to the importance of her career and if losing her meant she would become the strongest contender in the women’s roster, then that’s what would have to happen.

Triple H had yet to speak and you were beginning to worry, maybe this betrayal was worse than you thought. Giving his palm one more gentle squeeze, you release your hold and placed your palms flat against his.

“I can take it, Paul. Just tell me what she needs to know. Please.”

With a long exhale, Triple H finally lifted his gaze to meet your questioning ones. His lips curving into a warm smile as he leant back in his chair and placed his palms on the back of his neck.

“Edge wants her. The game plan is that she’s eventually going to be the newest addition to The Judgement Day.”

Your heart tightened in your chest, your palm slowly sliding off the table to fall into your lap and you swallowed back the saliva that had pooled on your tongue. The Judgement Day, that’s what they had planned for Rhea? They were taking her away from you to put her with Edge?

Sure you had problems with Edge and Beth, both of them causing past issues for your career and leaving you almost ready to call it quits all together, but that’s where you are Rhea differed. She was strong. She could take a beating and keep going, nothing slowing her down. She didn’t need you to protect her, she could handle herself and this situation would be no different.

Chewing at the inside of your cheek and fighting back the desire to blow up in Triple H’s face, you force your lips into a faux smile. You didn’t want to be the reason Rhea’s career took a hit, even if the idea of Edge getting his hands on your girl tore at your heart. The Judgement Day could take Rhea places you couldn’t and as much as it hurt you, her career would always come first.

“When?”

Was all you could ask in a calm tone, worried that if you said much more your anger would become evident and you didn’t want Triple H to feel worse about the news he was giving you.

“Three weeks.”

Your mind went blank, you couldn’t breathe, the world around you felt like it was beginning to spin and all you could focus on was Rhea’s happiness. You had to— because if even for a second you let that focus slip, you’d lose her completely. You had to let your issues with Edge be just that, your issues and you had to support your girlfriend if you planned to keep her.

You wanted to say more. Triple H didn’t deserve to be belittled anymore than Rhea’s reaction already had done, but you couldn’t think of what was best. You could thank him for trying to stop the break up of your tag team, for supporting Rhea and helping her get the attention and success she deserved or you could just get up and leave. You’d already told Triple H you would let Rhea know the plan and now you knew it, there was no need for you to be there anymore.

Swallowing back more saliva that collected on your tongue, you rose from your seat and moved round to stand at Triple H’s side, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his head.

The room fell silent for a few more moments as you both delved into a deep contemplation, neither of you opening your mouth to speak first. There was a lot more to this situation that you wanted answers about, but you needed to get back to Rhea. You hoped she’d gone back to the hotel, but there was no knowing where she was until you went looking.

Placing your palm down onto Triple H’s shoulder, you gave it a gentle squeeze. He always looked out for Rhea and when the two of you had gone public about your relationship, he had been the most supportive out of the entire faction. He’d done all he could do and you were thankful for that, but now it was your job to convince Rhea she had to do this. For her future.

Crossing the room with swift strides, you turned back to face Triple H with a warm smile. He’d been put through a ringer of emotions and you didn’t want him thinking he’d caused damage that couldn’t be fixed. Exhaling a shallow sigh, you pulled your palm through long curls before knotting it up on the top of your head.

“Thanks for trying to save us, Paul.”

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funnybandit · 7 months

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What if Sirens are born of betrayal, but each song is different because it's tailored to attract the one who betrayed them

And for them to transform into a siren after being betrayed their heart is ripped out of their body and given to the sea who in turn protects their hearts they no longer have

#siren au #sirens #betrayel #siren song #sirencore #mermaid #mermay 2023 #merman #mermen

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kissofthemorningsun · 11 months

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It feels like I lost you for real now and you don't even seem to care.

#toxic relationship #toxic love #situationship #betrayel #cheating #manipulated #being used #sad #depressed #moving on #i miss you #i lost you #where are you #stupid #obsession #a.

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whiteoutdoesart · 1 year

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It was never meant to be. -Eret, Wilbur, Niki

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egirlkelly69 · 1 year

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Betrayal and regret dialogue prompts

❝ i told you not to get to close to me, ❞

❝ i knew i would eventually end up hurting you, ❞

❝ it wasn't supposed to be this way, ❞

❝ i hurt people, it's all i'm good at, ❞

❝ i didn't want things to end like this, ❞

❝ i'll never be good enough, ❞

❝ i didn't mean to, i swear!❞

❝ if i could take it all back I would, ❞

❝ there are so many sides to me you don't know! ❞

❝ come back- don't you dare leave me here! ❞

❝ please don't cry, ❞

❝ you made a promise! ❞

❝ the worst part is, if u asked me to forgive you right now, I would.❞

❝ please tell me why.❞

❝ when were you going to tell me? ❞

❝ you said you'd always be here... why weren't you here for me. ❞

❝ i wanted so badly to think you were different ❞

❝ how could you lead me along like that?! ❞

❝ do you regret it? ❞

❝ just lie to me then! ❞

❝ i gave you everything, ❞

❝ the worst part of it all is that I still love you... ❞

#dialouge prompt #angst dialogue prompts #dialouge prompts #dialogue prompts #dialoge prompts #angst #angst prompt #prompt #prompts #writing prompts #writing inspiration #writing #creative writing #writeblr #writers on tumblr #fanfiction #fanfic #betrayel #regret

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lights-out-knives-out · 9 months

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Hai if you're taking requests can you write a piece about a bad caretaker please !

I’m so sorry this has taken so long, I kept rewriting it because I didn’t think it was good enough

But hey here ya go

Warnings?: Bad Caretaker, CareWhumper?, betrayal,

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“Caretaker! Please!” Whumpee screamed as Whumpers men took ahold of them “Help me! Please don’t let them take me!”

Whumper chuckled “Well caretaker? Are you going to help your sweet Whumpee?”

Caretaker looked dow at the struggling Whumpee then back at Whumper. “No. I did my part, its about time you held up on yours.”

“Caretaker? Please help me! What is happening?!” Whumpee cried as they were pushed to the floor arms forcefully tied behind their back.

Whumper smiled gleefully at the sight “Caretaker, you didn’t tell them anything did you? Oh poor little Whumpee, I bet you didn’t even realize you were going to be used as trading goods.”

“WHAT?! Caretaker you-you’re trading me?! I thought y-you cared f-for me!” Whumpee snapped tearing up

Whumper knelt down next to Whumpee “Oooh yeah betrayals a bitch, and you know what would make it so much worse? Learning what you are being traded for. Care to do the honors, Caretaker?”

Caretaker turned away “Whumpee B.”

“What?”

“You see Whumpee, Caretaker never truly loved you. It was all an act, to get you docile enough that you wouldn’t suspect a thing. Man did it work, you still believe in them, you still think they will save you..” Whumper said petting Whumpee’s hair

“Whumpee B!” Whumpee heard Caretaker call, looking up to see Caretaker wrap someone in a hug.

Whumper looked at the joyous Caretaker then back at their new Whumpee, tears streaming down their face. “It hurts doesn’t it?” Whumper asked grinning “Now don’t you worry, I’ll care for you, I’ll love you. You’ll never be betrayed again.”

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silkythewriter · 1 year

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“Love is the greatest loss anyone can experience”

Summary: you were a monster, you knew that but to survive you must claw you way up to victory leaving anyone who stops you dead. Your an assassin, you hunt,kill,and earn so you should’ve known trusting someone would lead you here

This is an assassin reader x assassin character

Small warning!: Betrayal,angst,no happy ending ect.

Small note!: I do use some lines from some very old show or podcast so if you do find the original please tell me so I can give credit <3 also this isn’t a request, I just wanted to do a self project again to help with my writers block hope you understand!

Fandom!: Any and all

Daily song suggestion!:

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Your heels clanked against the marble floors of the mansion, god you absolutely hated this job so many lives you took for some pocket change but it was bearable with them around, their warm smile and the way their hand held you closer in some missions in fear for your safety. You thought maybe, just once in your pathetic life you’d have someone to care about and hold when your sad or scared. But reality is a cruel woman that doesn’t hold mercy or pity for anyone. So you should have known what you were getting into and what your inedible fate would be.

Your face stayed stone cold as your eyes took in every detail of the polished mansion. The white marble floors and walls were unbearably bright and overwhelming but you continued. You had a job- no this isn’t one of your other usual jobs this was a self hired mission. Your agency had nothing to do with this other then provide you the tools needed, finally you stopped in front of a brown wooden door. You hand slowly reached out to turn the knob before quickly darting back. Your knees shook as you body trembled and tears threaten to fall, but you held it together and softly placed your hand on the knob you knew this pitiful problem must come to an end

Finally after a few seconds you swung the door opened and quickly pulled out your pistol. “Y/n!! What a pleasant surprise! Come! Sit sit!” They said with that warm smile that use to bring you joy, but now only bitterness “stop it with the acts already, you fooled me once isn’t that enough?” You asked as you pointed your gun straight at their head “you fooled me, you made me believe you actually cared for my company, my agency. But no instead you ripped it apart with no hesitation no mercy” they said with a grim tone as they rested their elbow on the wooden polished desk and held their head in their hands “but no worries death will soon take you and make you pay for what you done” they giggled as they stood up tall “you know why I had to do it. It was a job to do and you can’t blame me for hurting you while not knowing” you said as your eyes focused on every movement they made “ah, yes yes so what your saying is I should forgive you?, I should take you in with open arms while the memory dances around my mind of my friends and families blood spilling on you? Hm? Should i forgive you after I watched you murder them all without a second thought?” They asked grinning and tilting their head to the side. You hand shook lightly as you face scrunched up in displeasure “I-I don’t - I didn’t-“ you started to stumble and stutter your words at the memory of the carnage “I had to! Your family, your agency were killing innocent people!” You said trying to steady your hand once more “your nothing but a monster! A monster in disguise” you spat out “a monster? If I’m a monster then your the devil himself” they said with a snarl “ have you never thought about the people you killed to claw yourself up to where you are? Haven’t you noticed the numbers of corpus you piled up? Have you no remorse to the people who were in the same position as you? Just following orders to earn ends meat, to live?” Their voice deepened as their eyes pierced your very being

“I’ve had enough of these games, you lied about your past to me and you’ve faked your love for me as well didn’t you” your lips trembled as you continued “I did what I was told, I had to kill to survive, I know I’m a monster that I can accept that and I have no place for calling you one but you and me know damn well you would have done the same” you said as you finally let the tears fall from your eyes “hm, I suppose your right, you’ve always been so smart” they sighed “but I didn’t lie to you about my love, at the beginning yes but I grew to love you, to adore you even, but I had people and family to revenge. And you were the target I did what I had to do to climb my way to my goal. You and I Y/n aren’t so different it seems maybe that’s why I fell for you” they said a frown appearing on their face. The grip on your gun only tightened “ENOUGH!” You screamed as the sound of the gun shooting rang around in the room

Their eyes widened as the bullet charged right through them. They stumbled back and fell back, you walked over pointing you gun at them “your time is up!” You said as you frowned watching them bleed out “then in my last words I love you y/n” they said knowing the pain those word would give you, but yet it was true they had really fallen for you and your beauty but life was cruel and made you paths tangle together in this disarray and misfortune “YOUR DETERMINED TO DIE WITH A LIE ON YOUR LIPS?!?” You yelled in frustration as another bullet was shot. They gasped as they coughed as spat out blood, they smudged the coughed blood on their lip before giving a weak soft smile “I-I love you y/n” they said before giving In to the dark arms of death, you only sobbed as you saw their body go limp “oh god”

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azandsstuff · 1 year

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soulmate that is not destined to be together

Summary : Yuu already return to their own world while leaving their partner With nothing to remember them. While there was a sudden rumour about a soulmate going around.

A/N : I was reading this while suddenly think about dangerously yours and remember that one Greek myth about soulmate :v

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"Do you know that humans do not always look like this. We used to have one body, 4 hands , 4 legs and 2 heads. Until one day we make god mad and punish us two separate from our other half. After that we are always searching for our soulmate" said some student. "Really, then my soulmate must be from another world since I never found them" reply by other student. "Shut up, dude. We need to go to sir Trein class" said that student while trying to move faster to go to they history class.

What they didn't know was that certain people heard them from all around the corner. Among them all that people who heard them are ...

If that was true then he would wonder if his soulmate is from here. But what does he care about anymore after all the people he is in love with are you and yet you move on so easily.

He remembers during the shooting star event. He asks you a question that the answer still lingers in his mind.

"Look ,(Y/N) . A shooting star!"

"Did you make a wish?"

He asks you while looking at you with a star in his eyes .

"..."

"I don't have time to wish"

You answer with a sad tone.

"Really, What did you wish for?"

"I was wishing that we were two other people who were meant to be together forever and I was wish that I meet you during our childhood so you won't feel lonely anymore"

He remembers the look in your eyes. Your eyes have a sad look but also have a hopeful look in that. Only if he knows how short the story both of you have.

"If I betray you, I betray myself"

"If I betray him, I betray my world"

"My world is very dear to me"

"Dearer than I ?" He asks while looking at you with hopeful eyes.

You answer nothing.

"Dearer than you" you answer his questions while looking straight to his face. He can't believe the answer that comes out of your mouth. After all those months you guys have been together, after a year you guys have met."

If only he knew

...

It has been 2 months since you went back to your own world. Up until today he can't move on from you. He still remembers the word that you give to him before you go back.

"You live a long time yet, (You S/O)"

"An eternity without me?"

"You will look at the face of that passers by hoping for something that will, for an instant, will bring me back to yours"

"You will find the moon at night strangely empty because, when you call my name through them there will be no answer"

"Always your heart be aching for me"

"And your mind will remind you how soulmates never existed in the first place and how your heart will never recover from the fact that I choose to leave you alone instead of staying together with you"

"That's how broken your heart are, trying to forget our memories together"

If only he knew how true those words are then he will wish that he never fall in love with you in the first place. And now he left with nothing to remember you. Not a single thing but his memory of both of you when you guys are together.

Past forward a few days later, there a strange rumour at school about a soulmate. But how does he care when the person he wants to be with forever is already gone and choosing their own world than him.

Until Crowley decided to show a mirror that whoever looked into the mirror could see their soulmate. He tested it. To see if his soulmate here perhaps he can move on from you and perhaps he can look forward to be with a 'new soulmate' he can fall in love.

Oh...

How weak he leg is when his saw who that mirror shows who his soulmate is. Of course it is none other than you who he sees in that mirror. How tears fall immediately from his face seeing you there. Oh, how he wishes he can turn back time just once and make you stay with him. And perhaps if he shows you this then perhaps you can stay together with him. And then he sees the mirror start to show some sort of memories being replayed of you and a certain someone.

"Tell him the truth?"

That other person nod.

"Tell him the truth so that he will watch the star through tears?"

"Instead of following the one cold star that hid destiny?"

You ask that to another person who is beside you. To only answer with simple nods.

"No ... No I can't do that"

"Perhaps I let him think that I never loved him"

"Or let him think that I never love him from a start and make sure he hates me with full might when I leave from this place"

"So perhaps when I go he moves on better and lives a normal life again without remember me"

It stops. Video or the memory that play from the mirror stop.

Oh, how cruel are you leaving him like this. Leaving him thinking that you never love him from a start thinking and how cruel of you that you decided that the best way to walk off from his life like that.

Oh, how cruel of you.

...

Fast forward to a few more days.

(At Ramshackle Dorm)

Here lies all both of your memories together and here also lies you beloved monster who is already gone from this world. Perhaps that monster is too scared to live alone and decide that following you to the afterlife is better. At his grave he lies a bouquet of yellow roses to symbolise their friendship. On the other hand, near the monster grave he lies a bouquet of carnations. There are many colourful carnations in that bouquet.

Pink in that symbol gratitude for you.

White in that symbol pure love and how lucky he is to have you.

Dark red is how affected he is with your love that you give to him.

Meanwhile light red in that show how he admired you from the moment both of your eyes meet from eyes to eyes.

But there is also Yellow in that to show how disappointed he is when you choose your world over him and how the fact you reject.

Oh, if only you choose him over that world of yours. And perhaps he can understand you better.

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chaotic-orphan · 11 months

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Merry Whump of May 2023: day 27

“Second mouse gets the cheese”: knife // rug burn //skyscraper

@themerrywhumpofmay

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“And it’s here? The hotel tower? You’re sure?” Hero asked as they took the corner a little too fast, getting a car horn in reply to their erratic driving. Nemesis nodded, grabbing the handle of the door to stop from skidding down the their seat.

“I’m sure Hero. My source is reliable. How else do you think I’ve been beating you this whole time?”

Hero ignored the jab and parked in the first parking space they saw, jamming on the parking break and jumping from the car. Not even bothering to lock it. Hero ran alongside Nemesis to the stairs up to the Skyscraper’s lobby. There they searched with their eyes before Nemesis pointed at a sign for the elevators and the pair was running again.

When the golden elevator doors opened they stepped in, Hero pressing the close door button and asking: “what floor?”

Nemesis just stepped around Hero and pressed the button for floor 91. Hero rolled their eyes at their childish antics but they couldn’t deny the help that Nemesis had been over the last couple of days.

Hero looked at Nemesis in the corner of their eye and cleared their throat, before saying: “umm, listen… Nemesis. I can’t thank you enou—“

“Don’t get all washy on me now Hero. You can thank me when Love interest is safe. Before that… it’s a hollow gesture.”

Hero nodded and stared straight ahead at the numbers above the door.

78…79…85…90…

As the numbers went up so did Hero’s increasing sense of dread, but they had to shake themselves out of it. They had Nemesis on their side, plus the pair had the jump on whoever took Love interest.

They got this.

When the doors opened on the 91st floor, Hero was the first to step out. Nemesis pulled out their phone and said after a moment: “room 915.”

Hero nodded and followed Nemesis as they walked by a couple rooms before stopping at room 915. Hero looked back at Nemesis who nodded as they drew their twin knives. Hero took a deep breath, drawing their pistol before stepping back and kicking at the handle of the door. Once. Twice.

On the third time the door flew open and Hero ran in, checking every doorway. Every corner before landing at the living area of the room. A note was on the coffee table addressed to Hero and Hero frowned.

Nemesis came from the hall rooms and said: “all clear. Anything?”

Hero clenched their jaw as they reached down and picked up the letter. They flicked it open and read the only word printed onto the card.

Gotcha.

Something hard slammed down on Hero’s wrist and forearm in quick succession and Hero tried to turn but the same blunt stick hit the knuckles on their hand and then their wrist again and twisted. The gun fell from Hero’s open palm and they turned sweeping their leg out to their attacker.

They missed. Then slammed their hand out, then hissed, withdrawing it just as fast as the whip of a knife sliced up Hero’s palm. Hero looked up to see Nemesis above them before a fist to the temple sent them straight to the floor.

Hero’s head hit the carpet of the hotel room, eyes blurry as they rolled to their back and threw their hands up in defence. A swift, hard kick to their cheek and Hero cried out, rolling again to get away from Nemesis. A foot pressed on their shoulder rolling them onto their stomach. Nemesis leaned down hard on Hero’s shoulder blade and Hero tried to push up. Nemesis stomped them down again and Hero groaned as their nose bounced off the ground.

“Nemesis what the fuck?” Hero growled, as Nemesis leaned down further pressing their knee into Hero’s back. Nemesis’s hand carded through Hero’s hair, grabbing it in a fist and keeping their head down.

“Sorry Hero, this isn’t personal. Second mouse gets the cheese and all that.”

The door to the room opened and Hero looked up, but Nemesis’s hand kept their head down, cheek rubbing against the carpet and burning.

“Ah. Nemesis. You delivered me a gift. I’m impressed.”

Hero jerked their body up in response to Supervillain’s voice and Nemesis kept them down. Their struggling only succeeding to aggravate the rug burn on their cheek. Hero flexed their fingers in front of them and summoned their gun to their hand. Before the familiar reassuring metal touched Hero’s fingers a knife was plunged through the back of their hand to the floor and Hero cried out, trying to pull their hand free but only successfully hurting themselves more.

“Room 915. Hero. Just like you asked. Now where’s my sibling?” Nemesis demanded, voice hard. Hero felt the vibrations of more than just Supervillain’s footsteps as they walked in.

“Let’s not be too hasty, Nemesis. I want to revel in my victory a little,” said Supervillain. A pair of shoes stopped in front of Hero’s face, then their felt someone crouch down. The knife in their hand twisted and Hero howled as they felt the blade rip through muscle.

“Motherfucker!” Hero hissed, thrashing under Nemesis and getting nowhere.

Supervillain laughed. “So spirited, Hero. Even in defeat. How charming.”

“Let me up and I’ll charm you right off your feet,” Hero ground out, resulting in the knife being pressed in further to Hero’s hand.

“I look forward to breaking you, little hero,” said Supervillain and then they stood again and walked away. “Henchmen. Reunite our new friend Nemesis with their sibling and ensure they are both escorted from the building free of harm.”

“Of course, boss.”

Then the weight was off Hero and Hero shot up. A hand had replaced Nemesis’s in Hero’s hair and pulled them over onto their back. Hero let out a mewling cry that turned angry as they were twisted at an awkward angle to the blade still pinning their hand to the rug.

Hero was watching Supervillain upside down as they smiled down at Hero. “Oh… how rebellious. This will be fun.”

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"I Trusted You."

Technoblade x Reader Angst.

Can be inferred as platonic or romantic.

Tw: angst, blood, injury, mentions of death, betrayal, unhappy ending.

You stood in the rubble of your former home, your ears still ringing from the explosions and the awful shrieks of withers can be heard in the distance.

You stood staring at the man that you just now, just fucking now, realized had used you.

His broad shoulders that used to be of comfort are now engulfed in the dark metal that shimmers with enchantments.

You honestly thought that if someone you loved, someone you thought loved you, had ever hurt you, especially on this level, you would feel anger or grief as soon as you found out, fucking something.

You feel cold.

And you vaguely realize that you still can't believe he did this, you want to say it isn't so and once he turns around it won't be that same goddamn face. The same face wearing that goddamn skull-

Technoblade turns to face you and you feel that last hope stutter and die.

You feel tears well up past the prior apathy you felt and feels the hot boiling anger rise in your throat-

"I told you so."

You blinked furiously and wiped your eyes at your former friend's words.

"What did you-"

"I told you."

You look at him with a mixture of shock, disgust, grief and fury all in one.

"...What are you talking about?"

Your tone comes out more desperate that you wanted, more broken and grief stricken.

He stares at you for a moment and you seen the blood and soot coating every aspect or the man you once thought gentle beyond comparison.

He's a monster.

How could he-

His walks towards you with one hand on the hilt of his sword and the other relaxed by his side.

Relaxed.

This was normal for him.

He stops in front of you and you clench your teeth when you look past the empty eyeholes in his mask to see the crimson eyes looking bored.

Those eyes finally focus on you and the hand by his side reaches out to touch your cheek-

-you smack the hand away and take a step back.

"You told me fucking what! What?"

You words have more venom than anticipated, anger that you felt finally bubbling over and out as you gritted your teeth and harshly grab him by the scruff of his shirt.

He tensed a bit at that, and this hand tightened around the hilt of his blade, but otherwise he didn't move, only peering down at you, almost curiously.

"I told you that I'd hurt you."

You let out a cry, a mix of anguish and anger and banged on his chest.

It didn't hurt him, you both knew that even if you tried it would do nothing.

"I trusted you."

"Well then you can't exactly blame me, can you? It was your mistake."

You let go and stumble away from him.

"Fuck you."

You spat out the weak words and he merely shrugged.

You turned you back and began to walk off, only getting a few steps away before your arm was grabbed.

You yank it away, and he lets you.

"What."

He's quiet for a moment, thinking over his words.

"You're injured, c'mon, I can patch you up-"

You barked out a laugh, and you laughed for a moment, it hurting to do so.

"You hypocrite! You effectively call me an idiot and then try to help me? You're a monster! Just go!"

You're yelling now and he turns his head away, and you see his jaw tighten as his hand reaches out towards you.

"I wish I had never fucking met you! You used me to get into the city, months of trust built outside the walls, bringing you gifts and shit!"

Your voice trembled and broke.

"You never cared about me! You just thought of me as a tool! A means to a end! And now you're trying to 'help me'? Fuck off, I don't need you, or anyone for that matter!"

He stares at you and a pained look had formed on his face- and you hated it because it makesyouhopeheactuallycared-

"Are you even sorry for what you did?"

"... I- it wasn't.....--- I'm sorry this hurt you, but I'm not sorry for what I did."

He stepped towards you, reaching for you.

"Bullshit."

It came out as a quiet hiss, and Techno would be lying if he said it didn't hurt.

He remembers meeting you outside the large stone walls protecting the city, and he originally did only see you as a means to a end.

But he found himself enjoying your presence, feeling your smaller arms wrap around his large waist, bringing him pretty gold trinkets or some homemade pastries, sometimes even bringing him some local treat that only the city had.

He found himself truly listening to your small rants and complaints, about how a neighbor would always let her chickens trample you vegetables, or how you grumbled about how you had to wait till nearly mid-day for the sun to get over the walls.

He found himself returning the hugs, resting his head on yours, and letting out little piglin chuffs at the thought of you.

He found himself telling you stories and bringing gifts of his own, watching proudly as you happily accepted them with an excited 'thank you'.

He found himself genuinely caring about you.

He knew he shouldn't, and when he realized he cared, it scared him.

You both were in a field, and you were making a flower crown out of daisies and dandelions.

"....Why are you so nice to me? I've.... hurt a lot of people."

You stopped for a second to peer up at him, curiously, and then you softly, so so softly, smiled at him and crawled over and cupped his face in your hand.

"Because I trust you. I care about you."

He stares at you for a moment.

"... You shouldn't, I'll only hurt you."

"No, you won't. You try to hide it, but you really are gentle. You are capable of hurt, but you are more capable of kindness."

You smile gently at him.

"I believe in you."

...

"It's not, I never meant to hurt you like this. You shouldn't have trusted me, but I--.... I-... It..."

He falters.

"Can you forgive me? Or at least let me help you? Stay with me."

You look at him, and he feels a small shimmer of hope.

That you'd forgive him.

That you'd be willing to stay, be willing to go back with him, away from the withers and fire and let him patch you up like you would him.

That you would fall into him and let your gentle arms wrap around him in a caring embrace.

That he could take you on Carl to the arctic and make you a winter cape, gold in color, and you'd laugh with him and you could meet Phil and Ranboo and Niki and Steve.

That you would stay.

That you'd stay his friend.

And maybe....-

-"Go to hell, Techno."

And you walked away as the man behind you fell to his knees.

And you both desperately regretted everything.

And wished for each other back.

#dream smp #technoblade #c!techno #platonic or romantic #technoblade angst #technoblade x reader #unhappy ending #betrayel

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