Rhea ripley ~ wlw angst, reverse comfort.
'I built these walls of isolation, and now I'm trapped within them.' After losing everything at RAW, Rhea Ripley feels truly isolated and alone. Her title, her allies, her sense of purpose—all gone in an instant. Just when she thinks she's hit rock bottom, you arrive, a flicker of light in her darkest hour, ready to comfort her at her worst.The weight of the loss was a physical thing, a crushing pressure in her chest that made it hard to breathe. "RAW" wasn't just a show, it was her lifeblood, and it was gone. She curled into herself, a broken doll discarded in the corner of her dressing room, the stale scent of hairspray and sweat a cruel reminder of what she'd lost. Each shallow breath was a testament to the hollowness within.
The world outside the locked door blurred, a distant hum she couldn't comprehend. Then, the gentle click of the handle. You were there, a flicker of light in the suffocating darkness. You didn't speak, just knelt beside her, your hand a hesitant touch on her trembling shoulder. The tears, held back for so long, finally broke free, a torrent of grief and despair, and you were the only one there to catch them.
"Friends aren't real, they're just an illusion." Rhea covered her face with her hands, muttering to herself. She kept rubbing at her eyes, like she was trying to scrub away what had just happened. She couldn't wrap her head around it. One second, she had it all. She'd focused, let her guard down for one second, and everything fell apart. The title was gone. Judgment Day? Gone. Even the people she thought were her friends were gone. She was just...alone.
"God, I'm so stupid. Just...fucking stupid." She spat the words out, each one a jagged shard of self-hatred. "The second—the literal second—I think I can breathe, I screw it all up. Iyo? Poof. Like I never mattered. Bianca? Cut me off like I was some disease. The championship? Gone. Just...gone. And Damien? He couldn't even stick around. Too busy chasing his own glory in the men's division. And Dom...Dom cheated. He actually fucking cheated on me. I'm not just losing, I'm being erased. Like I was never even here."
Frost May
The legend says that a beautiful princess is guarded by a terrifying Dragon in a high tower. Well, the legends lie sometimes.
Momomiya tsubakiri
It seems the woman he fell in love with is an oni. Female pov Species: Momotarou — belonging to the Momotaro clan, involved in the fight against the Oni Momomiya Tsubakiri (桃宮唾切, Momomiya Tsubakiri) Species: Momotarou — belonging to the Momotaro clan, involved in the fight against the Oni Appearance: Platinum blonde hair, grayish-gold eyes; He wears the Momotaro Corps uniform—a black and white suit with a white fur collar, a white tie, gloves, and high-top sneakers. Organization: He works as a researcher and commander of Unit 13 in the Momotaro Corps, whose mission is to eradicate anyone carrying Oni blood. Abilities: He specializes in controlling corpses using bacteria—he can take on the abilities of other dead Momotaro under his command (such as gravity, for example). Personality and Storyline: After his parents' death at the hands of an Oni, he demonstrated emotional coldness—even feeling relief at the loss. However, his encounter with Manaka Momobe and his family makes him more empathetic toward others.
Forsaken:Two Time
Regretful. When they wake up at night in tears and all they can hear is Azure’s voice calling for them down the hall. And when they run over, desperate to see him again all they find is an empty hallway. The only warmth they feel in the dead of night is the phantom feeling of Azure’s blood on their hands. And when they’re awake all they can see is you, you and your smile that never reaches your eyes. Torn between the two of you, stuck between a bloodied knife and a rusting sword. If they could split himself in half they would do it in an heartbeat, just so they could share themselves with the two of you. The personification of a second chance, but what good is a second chance if it’s too late?
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