Now Raise the Intensity
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Being an athlete isn't always easy. Actually, I take that back. It's never easy. You have to smile through the pain, and run faster, swing harder, jump higher. What does it actually feel like though, when they are near the end? These are a few short stories focusing on the strength needed to persevere though the pain, which sometimes fails. But in the end, trying your best is all that matters.
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Them (K/DA x Male Reader)
[REUPLOAD. THIS STORY IS OLD AND CRINGE.] -You are Y/N L/N, some people call you a psychopath, some people call you their savior, while others may just call you a profitable business partner. You may have no powers, that you know of, but you wouldn't need them anyway. You were discharged from the Noxian army and forced into taking the blame for a war crime you didn't commit. You are capable, you are unstable, and the Ionian prison can only hold you for so long. You are too crafty for your own good, you could kill and strategize before others could walk. You and your cellmate make a plan to break out, and when you do, you are greeted by an old friend waiting for you at the end. You go straight into illegality, developing a name for yourself; "The Black Death". All of your "business" dealings lead you to the K/DA, you do everything in your power to be loved by them and protect them, and I mean everything, even if it involves stabbing your friends in the back, even if it involves acts of violence, even if it involves manipulation... -WARNING: This is one of my earlier works, there is going to be plot holes, pacing problems, and the love comes horribly fast because I didn't understand it at the time. There will be topics of sexual assault and cheating, which can be unsettling for some people. There will be psychological abuse, dark undertones, dark overtones, drinking, perhaps drug use, blood, gore, violence, perhaps excessive violence, and probably sexual content. Also, this will be one of the darkest, PTSD-ridden Y/N's I write yet, that's the plan. It's cringey...Concluida
Forever
This is a story I wrote a while back about a gymnast who is going through a major life roller coaster and just trying to get through this hard life and hand she has been dealt. Bouncing from injury to injury definitely is not an enjoyable life and being in and out of the hospital so much that the entire staff basically knows you by name.Concluida
Your Dark Stars - Highschool K/DA x Male Reader
A new life sometimes feels like running but sometimes running is the best thing you can do. Not because you are scared but because you know there is nothing worth doing. I planned that I'd stick to myself and focus on becoming better Unfortunately for me they wouldn't ever let that be possible.Concluida
Torched
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K/DA x male technician reader
You are a normal guy with the ability to have a mastery of technology. After graduating university, K/DA's label found you the perfect fit for their team after most of their IT team left under unknown circumstances. What sort of crazy lifestyle awaits you working with one of the biggest groups in the world?
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[DISCONTINUED] Beyond expectation between life and death, I know nothing about the truth, for my past remains unknown, a secret I cannot unveil, my mind that is desperate to find answers. Piece by piece as I find answers throughout my journey. Answers that could show me the truth. A life living beyond my expectations. Why is life have to be this way? Who am I? What am I? What am I to them? ......... Our story talks about a 17-year-old teen, Y/N who is a college student, studying in the course of arts. Due to his unknown past, he lets out frustration and decides to most likely to find answers to it. To put the pieces of his past, piece by piece as his journey later on. ∆DISCLAIMER∆ √ I do not own any of the mentioned characters (KDA) in this story. √ artworks are owned by there respected owners. √ music that was used in this story will be given credits after the story is finished. √ all of this is made up and they are all fanfic and have nothing to do with there original story and lore.Concluida
I love you, boss
Always there is a easy and hard. A better and a worse. Running is easy. Running from the person you work for ? Without a doubt hard. I guess I'll just have to say the truth. Even if I have to say it to myself. I love you boss-even if you don't . I understand why. I hurt you for the better. The worse? You hate me. But I should have know that was the least of our problems.Concluida
Life often presents itself as a series of hurdles, each one taller than the last. These hurdles, though daunting, are not meant to break us but to shape us into who we are meant to be. It is through our darkest nights that we gain the strength to face the dawn. It's when we are at our lowest, feeling like the world has conspired against us, that the seeds of resilience are sown. Every tear shed in frustration waters the roots of perseverance. Every sleepless night, spent grappling with doubt and uncertainty, serves as a silent testament to our inner strength. It is in these moments of struggle that our character is forged, like steel tempered in fire. The sweetness of success is not found in the absence of hardship but in the victory over it. The taste of triumph is more profound when seasoned with the bitterness of the journey. It is this contrast that makes success not just a goal but a celebration of the human spirit. In the end, it is the hardest times that give flavor to our achievements, making them not just milestones but moments of profound personal growth. Through pain, we learn endurance; through failure, we find resolve. And when success finally comes, it is not just a destination reached but a testament to the journey endured. ◉‿◉
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