Hermit Online

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He noticed something was wrong when you got more and more silent each passing day, when your brow was always furrowed, when you were being way more sassy at his usual banter. You were mad, it didn't take much to make Sylus notice it, but he confirmed it when this "playful" sparring to help you let out some steam, turned into you punching Sy so fast he barely had time to block the next punch.

You were smaller than him, that didn't make your punches less hard, it's not that it hurt him, and even if it did he wasn't concerned about it. God, he let you shoot him in the heart without hesitating, why would he care about a few cushioned punches?

Well maybe he should have payed more attention to your fists, cause another combo of hits made him stumble enough to fall.

It was so fast he wasn't sure what happened, only letting a huff when his torso touched the soft mat, but you in your sweaty gym clothes, with some strand of hair sticking to your forehead and that horrible frown he was starting to hate, didn't waste your chance.

Your body straddled his, pinning him with all your strength, his wrists pressed to the mat in the ring, the sound of your ragged breath filling the otherwise silent gym.

"Kitten, I promise not to squirm away if you let your grip a bit loose" Sylus says, teasing you when you didn't move to free him "I prefer those marks on my wrists when we are in the bed"

Something immediately shifts in your brain, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with guilt for not controlling your emotions, for feeling angry, and Sylus can see it by the way your eyes get all shiny with tears. Your hands fly to your face, covering your expression from him.

How could I do that? I'm a monster. I'm so sorry.

You think you are in the safety of your mind but when you feel your lover's soft fingers fixing the loose threads of your hair behind your ear.

"It's okay sweetheart, we were sparring, and you finally won. You are no monster." He says in that tone he uses to joke with you. "Your technique got better tho, I'll take your improvement as me being an excellent coach"

You only response is half laugh, that soon turns into full sobs that make his heart break.

"Talk to me, did I do something?" you can't face him. Not when shame is written all over your face, not when the sight of his bright and kind lover is ruined with weeks of boiling rage and resentment for yourself.

So you do what you can, and hide in his chest, he lets you of course he does, his big arms embracing your form as you break.

"N-no, it's not about you..." you say with a shaky voice "I'm just so so mad but also I feel so guilty for being mad. I don't want to be mean, I don't want to fight and I don't want others to be scared of me, but all I feel os this need of yelling at the top of my lungs, cause I'm so fucking tired. Tired of people, of everything not going my way, of me not being firm to my limits, of putting myself down..."

You choke on your tears again, telling him about those not so little inconvenients that piled up, and when you don't speak more he cups your face in his gentle hands, his thumbs wiping your tears away when he can see those eyes he loves full of remorse.

"It's okay... you have the right to feel anger, it's the most human thing" he begins, his breath slow and grounding.

"But what if I hurt you like before? What if I hurt someone? No one's gonna love me if I get mad" you say and he wants to fight the person who made you think that love was conditioned to how "easy to handle" you could be.

"Are you planning to hurt someone?" He ask, and you shake your head no. "Then you won't." He says, as simply as it was.

"As for the other things I will love every part of you, even the "monstrous" things you think as despicable, I know you from lifetimes ago to be certain of what a pure heart you have, what you call a terrific act is your heart trying to tell that pretty head that you need to put yourself first sometimes, that is okay to let go. I know it's hard, but you have me, you can always come to me, I will fight by your side if you are too tired, let me take the burden of a thousand lifetimes off your shoulders." He arranges the stray hairs that tickle your face behind your ear with a softness reserved only for you.

"Don't you think I'm a bad person?" The words leave your mouth right as he scoffs at you.

"Your definition of a bad person is very naive, kitten." He says it because it's true, his eyes have seen the worst of humanity and the most atrocious acts made by people with zero remorse, and yet here you are, straddling his lap with puffy eyes, red cheeks and swollen lips because you pinned his wrist a tiny too hard. "I didn't leave when you shot me in the heart, what make you think I'll leave now? It's almost offensive how weak you think I am"

"You are so dummy Sy" you say with a tiny smile on your face, leaning against his chest once more, this time though you don't cry, you just let the steady beating of his heart make the intrusive thoughts go away.

"Now, if you are really sorry, you can kiss me better, your left side has gotten stronger, kitten" When your eyes look up at him you can't see any trace of the usual hatred you have seen in people's eyes when you get too much.

Something in your heart melts an you can't help but kiss his clothed ribcage as if it's a promise, the urge to burn it all down replaced with the warmth of a love only he can provide you with.

"There's no way your feelings can scare me away, okay?"

You nod, the fabric of his gym top mushed against your cheek as you relish in the rainbow at the end of the storm, no longer feeling like your emotions aren't valid, like anger was something you weren't allowed to feel, like everything around you would shatter if you feel something that doesn't come with a smile, like finally you found someone who isn't disgusted by your feelings, who is not gonna yell back, who is not only gonna stay, but he is willing to listen, to care about what you need, to hold you close and make you laugh once again at the end of it.

He truly is your light at the end of the tunnel.

𝒯𝒾𝓃𝓎 𝒷ℴ𝓃𝓊𝓈!

"Still I'm sorry to let it out on you" you say once the silence has fallen over the both of you. His response is accompanied by a laugh that makes his chest rumble against your ear.

"You'd make a terrible professional fighter, sweetie." He says imagining a little scenario of you apologizing to your opponent after a K.O. "But I'll only accept the apologies that come with kisses" he says already closing his eyes with an adamant expression, that only changes when instead of feeling your soft lips he feels the loss of your weight above him.

"Are you really going to let me win that easily?" You say with that usual smirk that you use when teasing him.

"You really don't want to bite off more than you can chew, kitten." He answers your banter, already standing from the mat.

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I KNOW there are more serious problems in the world right now, but as someone who finds it hard to connect with people and things, it was a place of fun and dreams. I started playing lads because I love romance and good stories and this game offered both. I played enough otome games to know that this kind of games never last much, yet Infold had created gold only to shit on it when disagreements became a thing, and that honestly tells me about what the company interests are.

People really need to understand that just because it's on the internet it doesn't mean every content should be designed to be liked by you.

The story IS gonna have massive plot holes, and how everything is gonna get fixed is gonna be shit. Simply cause you can't create years of work in story development, erase some major character to said plot and expect some sense in the story.

I was (and I am) very much willing to keep playing and being a permanently f2p player but I just can't. The size of the game has become ridiculous and even if I deleted all of my apps I still wouldn't have enough space to keep up with this or any further updates.

It's a waste of characters, yes, plural. Cause Valko erasure will impact the other LI's, cause their stories are gonna be chopped, cause i really wanted to know how they were gonna resolute every character's arc connected to MC.

I wish people would use the energy they have to go around protesting and doing illegal stuff only because they hated a character in really important matters that affect people irl instead.

The home system should be an app on it's own by now.

EVERYONE (EXCEPT MINORS) HEAR ME OUT ABOUT THIS CARD:

𖥔 ݁ ˖ Valko x Camgirl!reader smut 𖥔 ݁ ˖

Like can you imagine? Valko who is trying to take down a bunch of scammers using cam girls sites to hack people's computers and steal their personal and payment info, so when users notice that suspicious transaction on their bank accounts it's already too late and they only got the girls to blame and take out their anger.

So for Valko's plan to work, he needs to put himself like bait, which brings him to you. You are not even that popular to be honest, but he can't help the way his eyes stick to the screen framing your body. His hand acts on instinct clicking on your stream, and there you are, in that pretty black lace lingerie adorned with silver chains, a wolf mask covering your face from the bridge of your nose upwards.

He should be alert not getting hard at the sight of you twitch a little bit and thanking the stranger who tipped to get the vibrator nestled inside you turn on.

It's hard (intended pun), but his resolve hits the ground when you get out a perfectly designed, all pastel hues, glittery, dildo that somehow resembles his cock; only your soft voice gets him out of the trance his is in...

"Let's keep the tips coming please" your voice has a coquettish tone with some traces of neediness. "I really want to try this werewolf inspired toy for y'all." His hands are in a fist, sharp nails breaking the leather armrests of his chair. "But only if we reach the goal" you have the audacity to giggle and he is already signing in to make sure you reach the goal.

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Everyone knows that Zayne is a renowned surgeon with lots of publications and even more legends about how he saved more patients than any other surgeon has saved; interns are intimidated by him, residents idolize him, his own colleagues either respect him or are envious of him, nurses love him because he is always kind with them and treats them with respect. However, kids and toddlers are fascinated by him.

He doesn't lurk by the pediatric ward often (thank God, cause that means no child needs a cardiac surgeon) but when he ends up there, he just melts for his little patients.

Zayne who has always been good with kids, talking to them without treating them like pets, sneaking candies behind the nurses back when a patient is getting better and even doing some chores that could be well handled by others such as inject his little patients when tears start to flow from their eyes at the mere sight of a nurse with a needle in hand.

He can do it, and it's not gonna take him much time, so why not encourage a positive experience with doctors? That brings him to this position, Zayne the usually stern and cold doctor smiling at the toddler in front of him explaining what they would feel once the needle punctures their skin and passes the medicine.

"We'll count to three and then you'll feel a little pinch, like this" he demonstrates poking the kids arm a few times while he counts only to pinch softly at their skin when he gets to three and letting out his breath after it.

"Dr. Zayne, I'm scared" the child says when Zayne asks them if they are ready. He can see the fear in the child's eyes and his heart breaks a little.

"It's okay, everyone is scared of something. Would you rather Happy Snowman to go first?" He offers, hoping that seeing the procedure on the plushie will help.

And so he does he "injects" the stuffed snowman with the fake needle he bought in a child's med kit for cases like this. And after that the toddler seems more at ease.

Once he is done with the soft plushie he repeats the procedure on the child's arm. His steady hands passing the medicine with care yet speed, a technique perfected over time in fear of getting his heart broken by seeing a baby cry.

"I didn't feel anything!" The kid says with a smile that lets him see their missing teeth. Zayne smiles too, giving him a minty candy with the instructions of not letting the nurses see the envelope. Yvonne had him scolded for that already.

However when the illness can't be cured with a needle, Zayne spends days researching and reading medical articles before discussing a procedure with the parents of one of his little patients. He knows he is a surgeon but each time he has to operate a kid he wants to make sure there is really no other option.

Zayne whose heart breaks when he sees the kids get tired as days in the hospital pass. So, he does what he can to make their lives a little more normal.

He brings them stickers that sometimes end up on his face and coat, lets them play with his hair, plays with them in his free time once in a while and reads to them when has the night shift and they are scared at night, their parents too tired, worried and busy to do it themselves.

"They should be here for a sprained arm after climbing a tree, not because of a heart disease" is what he tells everyone who questions his actions.

It's no surprise that when the kids get discharged from the hospital they write him letters saying how much they'll miss him with stick figures of what is supposed to be him, he keeps each one of them carefully secure in a wood box inside the drawer in his office, a privilege that the numerous awards getting dust in the basement of his house don't get.

It makes him happy, to be able to provide kids moments of happiness and peace in this hospital. He himself had spent countless days in hospitals and laboratories as a child; his parents were too busy saving lives, and he eventually became more interested in the enormous medical books rather than ball games, dolls, or building blocks.

He didn't know that, unwittingly, he had been trading his childhood for the genius he would become. Perhaps that was why leaving you had been so difficult at the time.

He felt as if he had left behind the fun and happy part of his life. Without you, everything felt dull, devoid of colour. That's why he is so glad to have you back, his jasmine bloom in the middle of winter.

You who always leave him sweet candies in his pockets, who always manage to drag him on adventures, who buys new stickers for the kids in the hospital, who he calls when a kid says they want to be a hunter when they grow up and he can't help but to think of you immediately.

You who held him when things went down with one of his patients, you who kiss his tears away and remind him that he is human too, you who stay at his side until the cut stops bleeding even if there is gonna be a scar by the end of it.

You who share the weight of his guilt as much as you share the weight of the good times.

And when he notices the silent vows, you made for each other he is certain that hope for him does exists, that it was only the two of you no matter what... Although, he is very open to expand the number with you to three... or four.

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When I first saw him I thought they were launching a new game ngl.

Also I know I'm judging him too harshly but the tail and ears gotta go, I don't need them to understand he is a werewolf.

I don't think he is ugly but I thought he was gonna lean on the softer side of features (? Totally get why people say he looks like a mush between Sy and Caleb/Zayne.