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1x1x1x1 has an anger meltdown and John doe comforts them
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24 Jul 2025
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demon king John doe au wehere telamon sends (betrayed skin) 1x to b johns bride as a peace treaty ibd dunno
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10 Jul 2025
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Then John leaned back a little in his chair, thoughtful. He set his teacup down with a soft clink, fingers brushing against the polished porcelain rim one last time before he spoke. “There’s something I’d like to ask of you tonight.”
1x1 raised an eyebrow. “…What is it?”
“A dance,” John said simply, as though it were nothing at all. “In the ballroom.”
a betrayedking fic because there aren’t enough on here
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10 Jul 2025
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Once we are born, we are given a purpose. Our fate — predestinated by nature, by an higher entity, by our creators wishes or by whoever other philosophical frameworks attribute it to — will inevitebly end with our purpose's fullfilment. And no matter how sour, how undesirable our purpose might sound, we cannot do anything about it. Those who go against it are abnormal and will be pressured into fitting the box they were assigned, throught either kind or violent means.
1x1x1x1 was one of those abnormal beasts, destined to be corrected. They had been created to hate and be hated, to be a personification of wrath. They were supposed to be Telamon's Magnum opus, however, they had only turned into his biggest disappointment.
Unaware of his purpose, 1x had tried everything to get his creators empathy - love, admiration, submission. They tried it all, only to be met with more hatred, more violence.
Eventually, Telamon had corrected them, and now they knew their purpose. They were supposed to hate, and they knew they were hated.
Or maybe not.
Maybe to hate wasn't his purpose, but what Telamon had expected of them.
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10 Jul 2025
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THIS FANFIC SIMPLY MADE MY DAY, MY WEEK, MY MONTH, MY YEAR, MY DECADE, MY WHOLE CENTURY, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR WRITING THIS WORK OF ART <3<3<3<3<3<3<3
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007n7 is trying his best—staying on top of essay after essay that's assigned to him. He stays up past bed every night, working his absolute hardest to get all of them done in due time with proper proficiency. And even with excessive studying and constant dark eyebags, he still manages to only scrape Bs and Cs most of the time. Now he's offered a break from his roommate, a half-dead jokester by the name of Noli whose friend was apparently hosting a party in their college dorm. He doesn't know what's in store for him, and hopefully he doesn't regret it years later, even if parties aren't exactly his cup of tea.
...He's just unaware that this was going to be the longest, most sentimental night of his entire college career, and perhaps his entire life.
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- Part 5 of diivinememoir's Forsaken Archive
- Part 3 of me being a tryhard