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Better than Revenge | Mattheo Riddle [6]

The end of the school year is approaching, and Y/N is trying to make a plan to flee from her house. Where could she go that the death eaters wouldn’t find her? Better yet, how could she manage her relationship with Mattheo.

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Y/N Nettleby

Warning(s): a few cuss words, mentions of sexual material, out of character Mattheo, soft! Mattheo, ooc theo. mentions of smoking.

vi. “what if all i need is you?”

Chapter Six

Note: Long time no see! I went ahead and tagged everyone who I had for my list, if you wish for your tag to be removed just let me know! If I forgot someone, just let me know and I’ll fix it. ☺️ I’m finally done with school; I took my last final yesterday. This means that I know have time to update so it should be finished by July! 🫶🏼

Word Count: 4k

*Not proofread or edited* — *Gif Not mine*

It had been a month or two since students came back to Hogwarts from their holiday breaks. Since then, everyone at Hogwarts had noticed a difference between Y/N and Mattheo. Their relationship seemed to flow naturally, and they did not look to be on edge. Everyone knew that things had changed during winter break, even Hermione had figured it out and confronted the Gryffindor group about it in front of the Nettleby girl. Y/N obviously told them the truth about how they had connected over the course of the break and had admitted that everything from two years ago to now was just in their feelings. It was safe to say that Hermione, Ron, and Harry did not approve and had nothing nice to say.

Y/N had taken off and headed towards the library knowing that finals were coming up soon and she wanted to give her friends time to come to terms with her having feelings for the Riddle boy. They needed time to adjust to the information and she was more than happy to give it to them when needed. She truly understood both sides of the people in her life. She knew the golden trio only seen her boyfriend as Tom Riddle’s son, the same way that Mattheo only seen Harry and all his friends as an enemy because of his father. She could see and understand the conflict from both sides, but she hated that she was in the middle of the battlefield.

Y/N was knocked out of her thoughts as a tall figure fell into steps with her, “Been awhile. I almost did not recognize you without your boytoy on your hip.” The voice of Theodore Nott spoke up as he made sure to keep up with her. She was not in the mood to deal with the stuff from her ex-boyfriend, usually she avoided him or let Mattheo handle to conflict as he knew how to take care of his friends. The last time she had seen Theo was when they were at the family dinner months ago.

Y/N Nettleby rolled her eyes and came to a halt to keep him from following her any further, “What do you want Theodore?” she asked annoyed, crossing her arms over her chest as the boy stepped in front of her.

Theodore made sure he was facing her and leaving little room between the two, “a little birdie told me that your relationship with Riddle was a ploy. A way for you to make me jealous.” He spoke with amusement in his voice.

Y/N let out a laugh while looking over her ex, “and you believe that because?” she asked and trailed off for him to answer her question. When he did not say anything, but still held himself with a smirk and arrogance, she knew that he wouldn’t leave without a fight. “Listen, if you’re still pissed about us having sex, get over it. It is MY body Theo and I decide who I want in it.” She snapped her anger growing at the tall boy in front of her. “… and who I don’t.” she added hoping to strike a nerve.

“If you honestly think your relationship with Mattheo is real, you’re sadly mistaken.” Theo replied dangerously low. Y/N could tell that he was angry, but she wouldn’t fear him or back down. She knew how to take on Theodore whether she acted like she did or not. “He told me himself that he doesn’t believe in love, that he doesn’t believe in relationships.”

Y/N shook her head, “People change Theodore.” She stated, knowing that his only fight would be to try and ruin what the couple had built. “The sooner you realize that he’s using you, the easier the heartbreak will be.” The Nott boy muttered to the girl in front of him. “Did he tell you why he dated you so easily, and do not say it’s because he “cares” or “loves” you” Y/N glared at the boy in front of her. What did she ever see in him, she didn’t know. “He wanted to get close to Harry and your friends. He is doing his mother and father’s dirty work, and he knows if he gains all your trust that you’ll give him the information he needs to know.”

Y/N’s heart was thumping, because she knew that Mattheo had his own reason to start the plan and what if her ex was right? It didn’t change what had happened over the break, but to think that she would agree so easily without knowing what he fully wanted made her nervous.

“What the hell did I tell you about staying away from my girlfriend, Nott.” The voice of Mattheo Riddle spoke up from behind the Gryffindor girl. Theo’s smirk never wavered as he took in his ex’s appearance in front of him. He knew that she was considering what he had said. “What do you want with her?”

Theo wasn’t startled by the boy who was talking to him. If anything, he expected it. He knew that Mattheo had feelings for the girl. Mainly because Riddle had never shown any kind of emotion the way he had around Y/N. “Just shedding some light for your sweet little Y/N.” He replied.

Mattheo took Y/N’s appearance into account before stepping in the small space between the two. Her body language was obviously uncomfortable, and her eyes were still glaring into her ex. “Whatever you felt the need to tell her is irrelevant. Leave her alone if you know what is good for you.” Mattheo snarled before grabbing Y/N by the hand and leading her towards the library where he assumed she was going.

The couple didn’t say anything, but Mattheo did take a detour, leading them out towards the black lake. Knowing that they could have alone time there and he also wouldn’t get in trouble for smoking. The couple sat on the ground making sure to face the lake. Mattheo had an idea of what Theo wanted to talk about, mainly because Enzo had come to the boy this morning and told him that Theodore was telling everyone that his relationship was fake.

“It wasn’t your smartest idea to bring me with you when you’re smoking.” Y/N mumbled as she picked at the green grass beside her. Her gaze quickly turning to the calm water in front of her, yet she knew what lingered in there. “Besides I have studying that needs to be done.”

Mattheo blew out a puff of smoke while analyzing her demeanor, “What did he say to you?” he asked softly noticing the way you were acting. It made him anxious, knowing that Theo knew some information that could make you think differently of him. He held out hope that you wouldn’t judge him if you ever found out because for the longest time, he just wanted to make his father and mother proud. Now he could care less.

Y/N’s gaze remained on the black lake while her boyfriend was smoking, “you know how Theo is when he’s jealous.” She shrugged, bringing her knees up to her and tucking them into her chest.

“You don’t have to be hesitant to talk to me.” Mattheo muttered looking away from the girl that he was starting to fall for.

Y/N sighed, “he just said that you don’t believe in love or relationships and that you’re just using me to get to Harry and my friends. He also said that he “heard” that our relationship was fake.” She shrugged trying to make it seem like it was nothing. Most of it was nothing, she was starting to fall in love with the boy beside her and she didn’t really care how it went. Riddle took an inhale of his cigarette before slowly exhaling while he processed the information that he had just heard. “You were the reason I didn’t do relationships.” He spoke softly and quietly. He avoided her gaze as he crushed his cigarette to the ground to stop it from burning. “I have been drawn to you since I met you formally at the Malfoys Christmas party five years ago. It took me almost a year just to start talking to you and gaining you as a friend. Sean had talked about his sister but for the longest time, but I never looked at anyone that wasn’t in Slytherin.” He started explaining and moved his gaze from the ground to the black lake. He could feel y/n’s eyes burning into him. “I liked you before we even became friends, but I felt as if I didn’t know you enough to feel like that, so I pushed it down and then we got close. I convinced myself that I was wrong for you, and you fell into the arms of Nott.”

Y/N carefully scooted herself over, so her side was pressed up against his, “what about after that night?” She asked carefully, wanting to know what went through his mind three years ago. “You avoided me, acted like you hated me, and then I got with Theo.”

The riddle boy wasn’t sure what to say. He understood why he did what he did, but when he thought about it, it was dumb and selfish. “I was worried that you would regret it, and I knew the life you were trying to make for yourself. It didn’t involve my dad’s army and I knew I wouldn’t have a choice. You deserved better and you still do, but I want you to do whatever makes you happy and if that’s being with me then I’m not denying.”

Y/N wrapped her arms around his arm and laid her head on his shoulder, “I didn’t regret it. I love you, Teo. I know that you may not want to say that yet and that’s fine. I just want you to know that I’m not going anywhere, I wanted you instead of Theodore this whole time.” She finally admitted. It felt good to get that secret off her chest, all those times that she had wished she were with Mattheo instead of Theodore.

Mattheo gently placed his head on top of hers, “I agreed to the plan for two reasons. I wanted to show you what being with me would be like and at first, I did think I could get close to Harry. But I wasn’t planning to use you or getting information out of you.” He told her honestly knowing that it was best to tell the truth instead of trying to dodge it.

Y/N gently pulled her head out from his and looked up at him, “thank you for being honest.” She whispered and gave him a small smile. Mattheo nodded knowing that as long as he’s honest with her that they could get through anything. Mattheo carefully leaned forward and captured her lips with his. Wanting nothing more than to be able to feel her next to him.

Off in the distance an angry Theodore watched the couple, knowing that the information about the said relationship being fake was untrue.

A few days later Y/N sat snuggled up on Mattheo’s lap in the Slytherin common room while the couple talked to Enzo, Draco, Pansy, and Sean. A couple of Slytherin’s had joined in on the conversation who everyone called Astoria and Daphne, Astoria was the youngest, and was only in her third or fourth year.

“Y/N, what’s your plans for the summer?” Pansy asked, everyone turning to the girl that hadn’t said much. Sean knew that she was trying to come up with a way to not return to their house. Knowing that the dark mark awaited her the second she stepped into the house.

Mattheo gave her a little squeeze from where his hand was sitting on her side, “I, I was thinking about looking for a place on my own.” She spoke after a few minutes of being silent. “I’m at the age of consent and we’ll be finishing up here soon.” She tried to make her plans sound casual and not like she was in a rush to leave her current living situation.

Just as she was hoping, no one thought much of what the girl had said and went into their own conversations. While everyone was arguing over their life and what they were going to do the next two months, Y/N and Mattheo had managed to sneak off and go towards the dorms.

“I mean this in the nicest way possible, but is Daphne always like that?” Y/N asked as Mattheo shut the door behind them. It felt nice to get away from the Slytherin friend group, while it was nice to see what her boyfriend and brother are up too, she missed her friends and, in some ways, it reminded her of them.

“She’s probably a bit tipsy.” Mattheo replied while shaking his head at his friend’s downstairs. “She’s had a bit of a problem since her boyfriend dumped her.” He added joining Y/N to his bed.

“Understandable.” Y/N nodding knowing that she would probably be tipsy most of the time if Mattheo left her.

“So… about you looking for a place in a few weeks.”

Y/N nodded knowing that he knew the reason, but she had yet to talk to him about it. “Yeah. I know running from my parents isn’t going to work forever but maybe it will for a bit.” She explained. It was going to be hard looking for somewhere to stay, but she knew that it was possible “Have you heard from your family?” she asked carefully, knowing how the boy in front of her hated talking about his parents. He acted cold and distant around school but deep down she knew that he just wanted to keep the intimidating façade up.

“She’s probably with my father.” Mattheo muttered loosening his tie due to him feeling like he’s suffocating just thinking about the plan they’re creating. “Just waiting for me to get home.”

“You don’t have to let them control you- “She started only to be cut off by a scoff from him.

“They’ll kill me, Y/N.” He snapped. He didn’t mean to get hostile but knowing he’d be back to school with the dark mark worried him about her wellbeing.

“You’re their son.” Y/N argued.

“That doesn’t matter, if they don’t want to do it his minions will.” Mattheo argued back with her.

Y/N stayed quiet knowing that he understood his father’s army better than anyone. Since he had stayed with death eaters his whole life. No doubt they were always looking for a way to bring him back. “You’re just going to take the mark? No fights.” She asked knowing that he would obey his so-called parents. Sometimes Y/N wonders how Mattheo turned out the way he did because he did not let his family define who he was. Yes, he acted like a dick around school but how he acts around his friends and the people he cares about was another story. Had Harry not described to her what Tom Riddle looked like in his Hogwarts days, Y/N would guess that his father was someone completely different.

Mattheo didn’t want to answer the question that she had asked him. Did he want to be like his father? No. Would he follow him? Probably. Not because he wanted to but because deep down, he was scared but he would never admit that. “The only thing I am going to promise you is that I’ll try my best to protect you from my family.” He whispered, not even knowing if he could accomplish that but he knew that he would gladly take any blame, curse, or punishment for keeping Y/N safe.

Y/N’s gaze softened at his promise, all her questions about his family gone. Knowing that it didn’t matter what happened, because overall, she wasn’t turning her back on the boy in front of her. “I love you.” She assured him. Again, she knew how hard it was for him to say any words of that sort, so she didn’t expect to hear it back. She just knew that he would need those reminders for the days to come.

Without letting him even consider saying it back, she gently placed her lips on his. One of the first times that she had initiated the kiss first, but she knew that he didn’t mind. Her hand came up and landed gently on his jaw line while one of his moved to the back of her neck and the other one wrapped around her hand that laid on his face. Y/N gently pulled back; her eyes still closed as Mattheo started trailing kisses down her neck. The boy gently pushed her back so she would hit his soft mattress and give him better access to all of her.

Mattheo hovered over her as he connected their lips again. It was clear to Y/N that he needed her in a way that he hadn’t had her for two years. She would be lying if she said she didn’t want him like that as well. During their make out session, she helped him slide his blazer off and untie his tie. She had quickly gotten out of her clothes as well, making sure to be as problem free as possible.

“Good?” he asked carefully. Y/N knew what he was asking, because she knew that he sometimes didn’t get the right words out or he just wasn’t used to saying a couple words. No matter who he had been with, it had been consentful, but he always made sure before they removed the clothes. “Are you sure?” He corrected knowing that being with Y/N made him want to get over what he thought was weakness and showing emotion.

“Yes.” She nodded, being the green light for him to go further. Which was exactly what he was waiting for.

The aftercare had been just as great as the sex, at least to Y/N. She had fallen asleep laying on Mattheo’s bare chest, the sheet and blanket keeping them covered if anyone would dare to enter the boy’s dormitory. Mattheo was awake, smoking a cigarette because he didn’t want to wake her up from her slumber. He had kicked the habit of smoking in the dorm, but he was desperate, and he had waited until Y/N fell asleep because he didn’t want to leave right after.

Y/N had fallen asleep talking to the boy after that had done their activities and he was gently running his hand along her bare back. After taking his last puff of his cigarette, he used his old tray to squish it and quit the burning. He blew out the last of the smoke just as the dorm room door burst open. A Theodore that looked like a kicked puppy entered the room followed by Sean.

“You lose them how you gain them.” Sean told Theo not noticing the couple in bed yet. Theo went to reply to his friend but stopped when he noticed Mattheo’s bed was occupied. Sean followed his line of sight only to quickly cover his eyes even though nothing was exposed. “I’m out.” Sean muttered before turning and exiting the room. “Better not knock her up, riddle.” He joked on his way-out causing Mattheo to roll his eyes.

Theo avoided eye contact, but his eyes were raking over the parts of Y/N’s bare back that was exposed. The riddle boy was growing annoyed having his friends eye wonder over his girl’s body. He had finally gotten her after Theo screwed up and he wasn’t letting her go.

“Can I help you with something?” Mattheo asked in an annoyed tone. He tightened his arm around his girl that was laying on his chest. “I would appreciate it if you stopped loo- “

“Do you love her?” Theodore asked, moving his eyes to meet the one who used to be his best friend before he treated his ex-girlfriend like shit and pushed her into the arms of his best friend.

“That’s between us.” Mattheo stated his anger starting to show.

Theodore shook his head, “If you don’t love her, let her go.” He told the riddle boy knowing, well, thinking that he couldn’t love someone. “I know you like her, but if you can’t love her then she deserves someone who can.” The friend and ex knew that he was pushing boundaries, but he didn’t care.

Mattheo scoffed, “someone like you?” he grumbled.

Theodore shook his head, “No. I couldn’t love her the right way either.” He admitted watching the way Y/N’s breathing was smooth, showing sure signs that she was asleep. “We both know the life that’s coming for us in a few months and she’s the only one I know from a family like ours that has a heart like hers.”

Mattheo couldn’t argue with that, considering her family were purebloods, Slytherins, and death eaters, she had the heart of someone like the Weasleys. She wanted to see the good in many people, but she kept to herself. It was a no brainer as to why the sorting hat chose Gryffindor because she was the farthest thing from her family. She was what they would consider an outcast because she wasn’t like them and didn’t have the wants and desires of her family.

“I do.” Mattheo sighed looking at the boy who he had hated the past couple of months. “I do feel like that towards her, and I just can’t bring myself to say it.”

“It’s because we’ve never fully felt it that way before.”

Once Theodore had left, Mattheo had sat in his thoughts. He knew that his friend made a good point, but he could say that he did in fact love the girl who was stirring in his arms. He did, every time he went to say it nothing came out or it was like his mouth wouldn’t move. Maybe because he had been told growing up that love was a sign of weakness and that Slytherin’s, especially Tom Riddle’s son, does not show emotion.

Whatever the case may be, the boy was knocked out of his thoughts by a low groan, “Why did you let me sleep?” A groggy Y/N mumbled when she woke up. She let out a big yawn before moving her head up to look at Mattheo’s gaze, “I should have studied after.” She mumbled relaxing again at the action of Mattheo running his hand along her back.

“Don’t worry yourself studying so much.” He muttered gently making sure to keep her comfortable. “You’re the smartest girl I know.”

“That’s Hermione.” Y/N argued in a tired voice.

Mattheo didn’t say anything, but he disagreed with her. She was by far the smartest girl that he knew and had he not been who he was, they could have been prefects together with how they acted. The fact that she was in the situation that she was in broke his heart, because he knew that it was his father’s fault. “What was your life like… before you were sorted?” He wanted to know if her parents had always favored Sean or if it was just because their daughter was in Gryffindor.

She sighed, “Not as bad. My parents thought that their kids would be following in their footsteps and when word got around that I was in Gryffindor, they acted colder towards me. My mom told me that I should be glad they have a reason to keep me around because I was an embarrassment to the family name.” She mumbled, her fingers drawing shapes on her boyfriend’s chest to manage her anxiety.

“Hey,” He stopped her hand gently knowing it was an anxiety tick. “No matter what happens we’ll be the last ones standing, together.” He promised. He had no authority to promise that, but he would make it his mission to make sure they were okay no matter what his father’s army did. No matter what they go home too and must turn into.

“I hope you’re right.”

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amongemeraldclouds · 3 months

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better than revenge (complete)

Lorenzo Berkshire x Slytherin!reader (ft. Ex!Mattheo Riddle)

Summary: Mattheo Riddle broke your heart. So of course you get revenge by fake dating Lorenzo Berkshire, his half-brother. But as with all matters of the heart, nothing is ever straightforward. Baby, let the games begin.

Chapters

✿ One: falling for me, dear?

✿ Two: practice?

✿ Three: from moonlight to sunrise

✿ Four: lights, camera, and...

✿ Five: smash!

✿ Six: twelve days of christmas

✿ Seven: blurring lines

✿ Eight: silver lining

✿ Nine: real smut warning

✿ Alt chapter: one last cigarette smut warning

Moodboard

✿ Enzo's version

✿ Mattheo's version

♡ Masterlist

#mattheo riddle x reader #lorenzo berkshire x reader #slytherin boys #mattheoxreader #mattheo riddle x you #lorenzo berkshire x you #enzo berkshire x reader #enzo berkshire imagine #mattheo riddle imagine #harry potter fanfiction #hp fanfic #enzo x reader #mattheo riddle #lorenzo berkshire #mattheo x you #enzo berkshire #slytherin x reader #slytherin x slytherin

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gglitch1dd · 1 year

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The Affair Pt 2

Context: What do you do when your husband cheats on you with your Head Alphas Omega? You marry the Head Alpha of course? What’s better than revenge served with a wedding ring and an ultrasound photo?

Chapter Summary:

Eijiro needs you and it seems like you both need each other. And Kane needs someone too.

Warning: Omegaverse!, Infidelity, Cursing, ex-communicating, Children, “Dammy” - GN term for Mommy, Katsuki being a bitch, Smut, biting, claiming, Breeding Kink, BLOOD!!!!, Sex with feels, crocs

You cleared the table, putting all the cups and cutlery in their places. The brightly lit dinning area for Pack A smelt of spices and savoury foods of the dinner menu that you had planned. You had stepped up a lot in the pack and it was very much appreciated. The sound of soft music playing in the air made you hum slightly at the warm atmosphere. It was just after dinner and everyone was wrapping up and going back to their separate homes.

You looked up from placing down the last fork in its tray. The pups were running around playing a last minute game of tag amongst each other, happy to have had another pack dinner. You smiled gently, missing Asahi. He was at his father’s place for the next week, taking intervals of being with you and with his dad every two weeks. The divorce wasn’t a struggle and you even got a whole lot of money you didn’t even want half of, but the custody battle was something similar to war. Midoriya was adamant about having more time with his son but you wanted to keep Asahi considering he was full-time ProHero and you were Asahi’s dam. In the end it was split almost 50/50 with any other extra weekends leaning to you. At the end of the day, you were just glad it was all over.

The last six months had everything settled down more. You were finally sleeping more and thanks to Kirishima you got your house renovated and redone to make it feel less like how it was back then. The pack had fallen into how it was back then, minus the heavy empty three spaces that were now present. With much thanks from the pack femmes, it was easier for you to cope with the divorce and with learning to take care of yourself again. You think you were getting back something of what you were before the divorce.

You hoped.

Yet you still felt so empty most days, especially when Asahi wasn’t home. You tried doing as much as you could for the pack since you had a lot more free time. You visited your parents, you visited Inko who was so ashamed when she saw you and started crying instantly the moment she saw you, you got some time to truly mourn through the loss of your marriage and yet you felt empty without anything.

You looked up and noticed Kirishima was talking to Iida. Kirishima had come a long way despite all the business he had to deal with. He had to deal with the splitting of the DynaRiot agency as well as his own divorce that was made much too messy due to his ex-husband. It was a train smash half the time and Kirishima just wanted it over and done with. From money situations to the Agency to the trust fund, everything felt like it took unnecessarily longer than it should have for Proheroes. Then there was him also having to deal with new responsibilities having to do with the Heroes Commission. However you were pretty sure that something died in Kirishima that day. His smile never reached his eyes nowadays and if it did, it was fake.

You needed to talk to Kirishima, but you weren’t sure how to go about it. The both of you had gotten closer since finding out your partners’ infidelity with one another. Talking to him had become easy but with what you needed to discuss it was going to probably be a bit uncomfortable. You walked over to him.

Iida’s gaze flicked over to you before Kirishima noticed you were approaching him. The redheaded Alpha turned his eyes towards you. His eyebrows raised in slight surprise but he gave a small smile. “Y/N.”

“Good Evening, Head Alpha.” You bowed your head towards him. “Deputy.” You nodded to Iida before turning to Kirishima. “Head Alpha, may I talk to you?” You asked.

Kirishima perked up, noticing how it was something more private. He nodded his head. “Of course,” He turned to Iida with a nod of his head. “I’ll talk to you more tomorrow, Tenya.” Kirishima took you off to the side away from earshot from others. Once the two of you were away from others walking towards your home, Kirishima turned to you. “What’s going on?” He asked you.

You hesitated for a moment. You felt heat move up your face realising what you were about to ask him. You cleared your throat as you tried pulling yourself together. “I’m sorry to bother you about this but… my… my official heat is coming up and I’ve never spent it without someone because I always had-” His name caused your words to stop in your throat and for your throat to close up. You looked down away from Kirishima as shame climbed up inside you. Kirishima frowned slightly, stepping closer to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. You smiled up at him as you cleared your throat. “What I’m trying to say is-”

“You’ll be spending it with me.” You looked up at him in shock at what he had just said. Kirishima had a serious look on his face. The both of you stood in front of your front door. “I was meaning to talk to you about it actually. You are an unmated Omega,” you lifted a hand up to your neck rubbing over the slowly fading mating mark on your neck. “which makes you my responsibility. My rut is also due soon so it solves a problem I have myself. Also… I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something.”

You tilted your head to the side. “What is it?” You asked.

He hesitated looking off to the side for a moment. He watched the pack wrap up and start to disperse, going to bed for the night. You opened your front door and allowed Kirishima inside. You led him through your house, leading him to the kitchen where you only kept the light on there. You moved to fetch him a glass of red wine you had in the fridge. Kirishima leaned against your counter top, he happily accepted the glass of wine that you gave him.

“So what is it you need to talk to me about?” You asked him, sliding up to sit on the counter.

Kirishima looked down at the wine in his glass. He swirled it around for a moment. “Our pack’s reputation in the political and hero world has taken a hit since the affair happened. It’s been… hard trying to bring up the pack and deal with all of it over the past few months.” You nodded your head, understanding him. “I’ve, somehow, managed to retain my status as Head alpha of this pack and I’m being offered a position on the Hero’s Safety Commission board.”

You nearly spat out your wine at that as you looked up at him with wide eyes. “Oh my God, Eijiro.” He chuckled at your expression. You put down your glass. The board was a group of members that decided everything that happened regarding heroes and the safety of public concerning them. They were essentially a group of highly paid people that could put the actual government to shame. “You’ve been working so hard for this. Congratulations!” You smiled brightly, happy that he got such an esteemed offer.

He chuckled. “Thank you,” He bowed his head. “However, it comes with a few requirements…” He looked to the side. “Some of which I’ve already met but there’s a few I haven’t. One is that I have to resign from all on field work and basically retire from it.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at that. He would need to stop being a hero? “Is that what you want?” You asked him.

Kirishima let out a breath as he looked up at the ceiling. “I’ve been a hero since I was fifteen, nearly twenty years of my life and unfortunately I’m not getting any younger. Retirement for heroes nowadays is around forty with all the new fancy quirks that people have now in the new generation that’s coming up. I would miss the field work but if it’s for something as big as this, I think it’s worth the loss.”

You hummed but nodded your head. You understood his reasoning. The position that he would take up would make close to double a hero’s salary and it would be less physically straining on him. “I understand. What is the other requirement?”

Kirishima’s ruby eyes flicked up to you and for a moment you almost felt as though he was looking over your entire being. “I… I need a family. I need to be settled down. Especially since I’m a head Alpha without a heir or an omega.” He expressed to you as he put the wine glass he was holding on the counter beside him and out of his hands. Kirishima held the counter with both hands. “Iida told me that the pack needs good news, it needs stability, and it needs something from me that I can’t give them on my own. So… that’s where I thought you could come in.” You didn’t need much more of what he was saying to understand what he was asking of you. Kirishima quickly pushed himself away from the counter. “You don’t need to say yes of course. You could say no. I could always-”

“Do what? Get surrogate?” You asked him with a raised eyebrow. “Find a commission regulated Omega to be your new Omega?” You both stared at each other for a while, it becoming silent between the both of you. You closed your eyes thinking about it for a moment. You opened your eyes as you furrowed your eyebrows. “What’s in it for me?”

“Security.” He let out with a sigh as he leaned back. “You’ll have me and the whole Kirishima family in your debt, as well as it would be a good place in the pack for your son.” That peaked your interest the most. Kirishima knew it would. In this pack, family status was one of the most important things. It wasn’t out right stated but it was important. Just by his sire being Midoriya and all that he had done to you put you at a disadvantage, especially since he was all you had tying you to pack A with Midoriya gone. Asahi was all you had keeping you in high society and the good life with Pack A. And yet even now, all you were known as was Midoriya’s ex-wife and the dam to his pup… one of the dams to one of his pups.

You furrowed your eyebrows. It wasn’t something you wanted to be known for so you would have to change that. If being with Kirishima is what got you back some power in high society, power in this pack and power against your ex-husband, if it got your son’s spot in this pack to be safe and guaranteed, you would do it. “I’ll do it.” You told him honestly, looking back up to him.

Kirishima looked at you shocked. “You will?” He didn’t expect you to say yes. He half expected you to slap him across the face.

You nodded your head, folding your arms over your chest. You let out a breath. “Yes. I don’t think either of us deserve to feel alone. It’s… it’s a horrible feeling.” Kirishima and you were the only ones in the whole pack who could truly know how it felt like to live in silence, to go home and feel void of purpose or people. No one else understood that other than him. You looked down to the ground. “If… if being with you helps the pack and helps you, I don’t mind. I don’t think I could date either way. Besides… I think we should think of it more like… revenge.”

“Revenge?” Kirishima asked with a raised eyebrow, but before you could explain it to him, his face lit up understanding what you meant.

It might seem rather petty and maybe even absurd, but if he were to mate with you and take you up as his New Head Omega, there wouldn’t be many people who could stand against that. He would be in a powerful position of being a member on the Hero Commission board, with the ex-wife of the Number One ProHero of this country as his wife and as the dam to his pup. Nothing would be better revenge than moving on from Bakugou and Midoriya like that. Nothing would be more satisfying than seeing the look of their faces at the sight of the both of you.

Kirishima’s eyes darkened in realisation as a soft smirk went to his lips with a hum. “I guess it would be revenge… wouldn’t it?”

“It would.” You nodded your head. “I’ll be your Head Omega, Eijiro.” You stepped forward close to him, looking up at him. The smell of your scent becoming more apparent. It was sweet and heavy, something he found almost as if he could taste it on his lips. Kirishima stepped forward, becoming chest to chest with you. You looked up at the giant Alpha in front of you. “I’ll be your partner to ensure the success of this pack. If you can value me, respect me and give me purpose again…” You took his hand and placed it against you. “I’ll give you an heir and a spare if you wish.”

Kirishima stared down at you for a moment. He furrowed his eyebrows. “Good. You’ll need to stay near me so that you can adjust. It shouldn’t take you long though, considering you already had a pup.”

“It won’t.” You assured him. You reached to his side and picked up his glass of wine, sipping from it. “So…” You smiled up at him. “When do I move in?”

Moving in with Kirishima was something you were actually excited about because it meant you didn’t have to be alone anymore in your house and it gave you someone to bother, someone to keep your mind off of other things. It was interesting at first, trying to fit your lives together but it wasn’t particularly hard falling into a rhythm that consisted of coffee in the mornings, a fierce war of playing cards and falling asleep on the couch watching one of his many crimson Riot movies he wished to show you.

With Kirishima being Head Alpha you never felt uncomfortable with him and so you didn’t feel particularly pessimistic about this whole arrangement. It was a necessity for the pack. It was an agreement and it wasn’t because of love or some mutual feelings. Kirishima needed a pup, he needed a family, you needed security and something to keep you in high society and save face for your pack. It was the perfect arrangement.

But then came one potential small problem.

Asahi.

The five-year-old looked up at Kirishima with wide eyes as he held onto your legs. He looked at Kirishima for a hot minute before looking back up at you as you both stood in Kirishima’s house. “Dammy, why are we here?” He asked confused.

You kept your hands on his shoulders with a soft smile. Kirishima took a step forward, opting to explain it and let your son hear it from him and not from you. It would be better for him to hear it from him anyways. Kirishima smiled gently, his ruby red eyes looking over to your son who seemed very protective over you as he held your leg with a frown on his face. “I wanna take care of your dam, Asahi.” Kirishima clarified to him. “That means that your dam is going to be spending a lot of time with me. Now I know that you are the big masc in their life so I’m asking for your permission to court and look after your dam?” He spoke to Asahi professionally almost as if he wasn’t talking to a five-year-old.

Asahi looked up at you and then back to Kirishima. He glared for a moment with a low almost miniature growl that sounded more like a hum than anything. You gave Asahi a pointed glare. “Asahi, be nice.” You chastised him but he didn’t seem to care much.

Asahi let out a huff as he stepped in front of you. “Okay… but if you eat dammy’s chocolate or hurt them, I’ll bite your knees!”

You had to cover your mouth to stop the laugh that would have escaped you at his threat. Kirishima raised his eyebrows in surprise, an amused smile on his face. He nodded his head. “Alright.” He lifted his hands up in surrender to the green haired pup that glared up at him. “I promise not to hurt your dammy or eat their chocolate.” Kirishima promised.

Asahi looked the large Alpha up and down. He huffed in agreement before turning back to you. “I want pancakes.”

You chuckled and nodded your head picking him up. “My big strong boy gets all the pancakes, standing up for me so bravely.” You praised him, littering kisses on his cheeks which only made him chirp.

“Does this mean I can bother Uncle Eiji now?”

You let out a laugh. You sat him down in the kitchen and before you could even respond, Kirishima nodded his head. “Yep. You can bother me all you want to, little man.” He ruffled Asahi’s dark green hair making the pup giggle. You knew that having Asahi here might have made him a bit uncomfortable with the fact that Asahi looked so much like his dad, but Kirishima didn’t show it in the slightest. “Hey Asahi, have you seen one of my crocs? I’ve been missing one of my red crocs for a while.”

Asahi shook his head. “Nope.”

“Huh.” Kirishima scratched his head in confusion. He must have lost it in the move of everything. “It’s alright, how about I get us ice-cream, huh?”

Asahi gasped, his eyes widening with a sparkle. “Ice-cream!” He shouted. He turned to you with wide eyes and a pout, silently begging for permission.

You gave Asahi a pointed look as you went to get everything ready to make mid-day pancakes. You looked over to Kirishima with a look as he took out a tub of cookies and cream and already had a serving spoon held between sharp teeth. He turned to you confused but you couldn’t help but laugh at the look on his face. Asahi looked at you surprised to see you laughing again. He turned to look at Kirishima. He started giggling too.

Kirishima didn’t get it. “What?” He asked muffled by the big spoon in his mouth. “Is it the ice-cream?” Kirishima put it down on the counter. He motioned to the bucket of ice-cream. “Does he like mint or something?”

“Uncle Eiji,” Asahi giggled. “There’s a spoon in your mouth.” He pointed out to the giant Alpha.

Kirishima tilted his head. “Huh?” That only made Asahi giggle even more. You smiled at the sight, deciding to leave their ice-cream adventures today (although you would have to keep an eye on Asahi now that he knew where the ice-cream was).

When it was the week that you and Kirishima would experience your heat and his rut, Asahi was luckily with his father so you didn’t have to worry much about him. Both you and Kirishima went away for a while deciding to go and spoil yourselves at a resort. It was mostly because of the Bond package they had that provided rooms specially designed for shared Heats and Ruts for couples. It seemed like the perfect decision to leave for there for the week.

When the both of you arrived, having taken a flight to get there, you could tell that Kirishima was nearing his rut. You could tell by the way he refused to let go of your hand and he looked as though he wanted to kill every masc that acknowledged your presence. You didn’t question nor get bothered by his Alpha’s paranoia. You understood it and were actually quite relieved by it.

When you had gotten into your room, thick walls and all, Kirishima let you nest while he made sure you had enough water bottles and premade food to last you the entirety of your Heat and his rut. In truth, you were very nervous about nesting. You hadn’t nested since before the divorce. You hadn’t nested for an Alpha let alone yourself for a while. You just never felt the need to until now. Most of the clothes that was brought by the both of you were mostly for nesting purposes, not like you would wear much clothes anyways.

When Kirishima came into the bedroom he noticed you just finishing off the nest. You sat in your underwear as you chirped happily at the nest you were building. He stayed quiet till you acknowledged his presence, just opting to watch you. Bakugou almost never nested unless he was in a bad heat, or when he gave birth to Kade. It was strange watching nesting. He was unused to the sight of it.

You paused as you looked back at Kirishima who was silent. He had more of an inquisitive look on his face than any negative emotion. You looked up at him with wide eyes, the both of you just staring at each other. You motioned to him. “Shirt.” You pointed at it and then opened up your palm as if telling him to give it to you.

Kirishima chuckled but he didn’t argue with you on it. He took off the clothes that he had on and handed them to you, moving closer to your nest. You chirped in gratitude before finding a spot for each item of clothing somewhere, keeping all the softer items at the top. Once you seemed satisfied you turned back to where he stood, refusing to look anywhere below the waistband of his boxers for the time being even though you were pretty eyelevel in where you sat.

You motioned for him to come closer. “You… you can come check my nest, Head Alpha.” You requested from him, your voice soft.

He looked over it silently as he took a hesitant step inside. You scooted over allowing him space in the nest. Kirishima looked around the nest, finding it almost weird that he was there. That he was allowed inside it. However, his Alpha seemed more than pleased with the outcome of your craftsmanship. It smelled like the two of you. An odd blend but a necessary one nonetheless. It was nice. He liked it. He smiled at you and nodded. “It’s beautiful.” You felt a flush to your neck and cheeks but you smiled, a cute little smile that made Kirishima’s just feel a little more real. “You did a good job on it, thank you. We still have time, we should rest while we still have it.”

You nodded your head in agreement. “I could use a nice nap.”

The both of you settled in, getting used to the feeling of his body while your mind wasn’t drunk on pheromones and sex. He was warm. Really warm and big. You were glad that you took that into account whilst building the nest. Kirishima allowed you to find a comfortable space in his arms. He knew it was going to be a bit of an adjustment for the both of you but it didn’t seem like it would be hard.

Napping was probably the part you loved the most.

However, when Kirishima woke up again, delirious, and tired all he could truly notice was your whining. He opened his eyes looking over at you as you twisted and turned pushing at everything around you because you felt too hot. Needy whines came out of your mouth as you twisted and turned. It was then that Kirishima was hit with the most delicious smell to grace his nose. Sweet slick. Heavy savoury slick that was pooling in your underwear tempting him. He let out a groan, his cock already heavy and aching just at the smell of you.

A louder whimper escaped you. “Head Alpha.” You whispered as you placed a hand on his bicep. Kirishima turned around, caging you underneath him, looking down at you. You were pulling at your underwear trying to remove it to allow yourself to be bear in front of him. You keened and your encouragement was taken well by the redheaded Alpha as he ripped your underwear off your body, throwing them to God knows where. You immediately squeezed your legs trying to get pressure to your glistening sex that was leaking. “Help. Alpha, help.” You begged with tears in your eyes. “It hurts so much.”

Kirishima shushed you sweetly as he moved his forehead against yours. “It’s okay, just breathe.” He whispered moving his hands to your thighs and brushing the inside of them. “Just breathe, I’m here.” He instructed you. He parted your legs, allowing him space between them. Kirishima dragged his finger up your slit making you gasp.

He held down your thighs, keeping you bared in front of him. His pupils dilated as he stared at your sex, dripping in slick and clenching on nothing. Without much thought on the matter, he dragged his tongue up your slit making you moan as you bucked your hips up. With a groan, Kirishima dove in like a man dying of thirst. Every lick and suck making your legs shake and your moans only increase. You were withering underneath him.

The pleasure felt so good and yet also so foreign to you. You hadn’t felt this good in ages and it showed with how sensitive you felt. You felt the knot in your stomach only tighten. You bit back a moan as you turned your head, your thighs shaking “E-Eijiro…” You stuttered.

“Fuck.” He growled against you making you have to choke back a scream. “Cum for me.” He urged, slipping his fingers inside you. Your back arched off the bed in pleasure as you came on his face. You squirmed as he continued to guide you through it. He didn’t stop until he heard you whimpering, trying to close your thighs around his head to get him to stop at how sensitive you were.

Kirishima let out a satisfied hum as he leaned back, licking his lips with a low rumble from his chest. You laid back, trying to catch your breath as your body had a second to relax before the painful twist of your heat came back. Kirishima was already leaking through his boxers wishing to be inside you instead. Kirishima gripped at his boxers, hardening his hands and tearing them off not having the patience to slip them off.

Your eyes fell down his large figure, below deep sex lines. You felt yourself clench on nothing as you looked down at his thick cock. You nearly got scared at the sight of it. He was so much bigger than you thought. However your Omega seemed to greatly approve of him, squirming at the sight of him and releasing more slick at the deep and savoury pheromones he was releasing.

Going against what he normally did, Kirishima kept you facing up at him as he leaned down over you, a hand holding him up above you. He dragged a hand up your slit, taking slick and dragging it over his cock before angling his cock to your entrance. Kirishima looked down at you, his ruby eyes locking with you more pupil than iris. You moved your hand up to hold his intertwining your fingers.

You gasped as you arched your back just as he pushed his cock inside you. A painful whimper escaped your mouth as you moved your other hand to hold onto his torso, dragging your nails over his skin, piercing tanned skin as you tensed. Kirishima growled lowly at how tight your sex was gripping his cock. He pushed in, his cock bullying your cunt, forcing you into the shape of his cock.

Kirishima paused once he heard sniffling. He looked up at your face, noticing more tears than usual as you were crying. “Hey, hey…” He shushed you softly as he wrapped his arms around you, taking you into his arms as he tried to calm you down. A deep rumble came from his chest as he tried to soothe you. “Shh I know it’s painful, I’m sorry I-”

You shook your head. “Alpha don’t want me.” You cried as you kept your eyes closed. You turned your head away from him. “Not worthy. Don’t want me.”

Kirishima furrowed his eyebrows confused, and then it hit him. He softened his shoulders as he understood you. He rubbed your back gently. “I’m scared too.” He whispered by your ear. He buried his face in the crook of your neck. “So scared…” He breathed out as he tightened his grip on you. “But I want you, if you want me. We can be scared together.” He assured you as he kept you close to him

You turned to look down at him, the both of you switching positions, you being on top of him. You looked down and all you saw was fear. He was scared. His ruby eyes filled with so much insecurity it was like looking in a mirror. You gave him a sad smile as you joined hands with him. You clasped your hands with his larger hands. You nodded your head. “Scared together.” You assured him. You hesitated for a moment before moving your lips to his.

Kirishima let out a heavy breath, before leaning up to take you deeper. You hummed as you felt your hips move on instinct, your knees support you as you slowly grinded your hips on top of him. A groan came from the both of you. The feeling of him inside you, felt amazing and something you wanted to savour and yet keep inside you. He moved his hands down to your hips, helping you ride him as you moved up and down his cock.

You moaned as dragged your hands down to his chest, supporting yourself on top of him. You moved your ass up and down as your cunt gripped onto him like a vice. Kirishima groaned lowly, gripping you tighter. With all the strength in your thighs you moved up and down his cock, trying to get everything you could from it. You closed your eyes as you allowed yourself to feel good for the first time in over half a year. This was something you weren’t going to leave up to chance because of insecurity.

You choked on a moan as Kirishima fucked up into you now. Your whines and moans only spurring him in his endeavours of claiming you. You gasped as you held onto his pecs trying to stabilise yourself as he fucked into you hard and fast. “Fuck! Head Alpha!” You cried out in need. “Right there!” Just as he slammed into your cervix did you feel yourself cumming on his cock. “YES!” You shouted up to the heavens in need. Your legs were shaking. You bit your bottom lip as Kirishima fucked you through it.

You tilted your head to the side, exposing your neck towards him. Kirishima’s eyes widened at the gesture. “Are you sure?” He asked you surprised.

You nodded your head. “Please, get rid of him.”

With a growl Kirishima sat up and his teeth were on your neck. Instantly you screamed, the painful tearing of flesh and the burn of your mark being erased and covered with his own. Your nails dug into his skin, red marks being left on his back. Kirishima groaned at the taste of you on his tongue. He dug into the gap between your neck and your shoulder trying to override the claim that Midoriya had on your body. Your thighs were still shaking as he bit your neck. Soon pain became pleasure as you felt your body sink into his lap in submission. You rested your forehead against his shoulder with a heavy breath.

Kirishima licked over the new big mark on your scent gland. It was beautiful and big and it was prominent. He rubbed your lower back supportively. Just as you managed to raise your head off of him, you saw that Kirishima turned his head away from you, allowing you access to his neck. Your eyes widened as you looked to his neck. He held you securely as he nodded his head.

You moved your mouth over his scent gland on his neck. With a hum you used your canines and you bit into him, as hard as you could. A deep growl came out of him at the feeling of his old bond tearing and a new one forming between you and him. Blood trickled into your mouth as you bit as hard as you could into him. Kirishima put his head in the crook of your neck as his body began to shake as emotions overcame him once again. You tightened your arms around him. You let go of his shoulder, licking over the new mark.

Before you could check up on him, Kirishima flipped the both of you so you were back on your back. Without giving you a minute, you felt him fuck into you hard and fast. You moaned as you grabbed onto your chest. Your body jostling underneath him as he pitoned up into you. “Alpha! Alpha breed me! Pup me! Make me yours!” You begged as he growled deeply. He kept you underneath you. You felt his knot press against your entrance, threatening to slip in. You keened, wanting him. You reached up to his face Kirishima closed his eyes, tears slipping out of them. You placed his forehead against yours just as he pushed his knot into you. You both choked back a moan as you felt him cum inside you. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you so tight as if you would fly away from him. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you both were overcome with emotions.

You felt sobs escape his body as you held him. “Y/N.”

You cried in his arms as you put your nose against his chin. You placed kisses on his head, holding him as tight as you could. You were both tied together, a bond that you both decided to take up and by the way he was holding you, he was begging that you would stay. “I’m here Eiji… I’m here.”

You both spent on your heat and his rut together like that. Wrapped in each other’s arms and holding each other as if it would all be one cruel dream. It was a flurry of mess of emotions, lust, anger and sadness and yet by the end of it, you were both satisfied.

Kirishima held you to his chest, your back against his front as you looked out the sliding door at the setting sun over the ocean. You leaned against him, tired and exhausted from the week you had both just had. You kept a hand over your lower abdomen as you tilted your head up to look at him. Kirishima watched the sunset dip under the horizon with a blank look on his face, before turning to look down at you. You smiled up at him, moving your hand up to his thick red hair.

The redhaired Alpha seemed to ease at the sight action. “How are you feeling?” He asked you softly, a hand rubbing your hips.

“Good.” You replied as you nudged his jaw with your nose softly. You relaxed back into bed as you closed your eyes briefly. “I’m good. I’m going to miss this view though, but to be fair, I didn’t look at it most of the time.”

Kirishima chuckled at your comment. “You don’t have to tell me.” He looked down at where your hand lay on top of your lower abdomen. He furrowed his eyebrows slightly.

“Hey.” You moved Kirishima’s head so that he would look at you and focus on your face. You gave him a soft smile. “One thing at a time, okay.”

He nodded with a smile as he dropped his head with a breath. A deep rumble came from his chest as he fell back in bed. He pulled you against him. “Sorry.” He mumbled against your skin.

You chuckled and shook your head, silently telling him not to apologise. You turned in his warm arms. “Don’t apologise, Eiji. I get it.” You whispered.

“Thank you.”

The front door opened allowing you to see inside. “Asahi buddy, you’ve got to clean up after you’ve eaten.” Your ex-husband said from the opposite you, talking to one of his son’s behind you. When he turned back around to see you, his eyebrows raised in shock to see you standing at his front door. His green hair was in its normal mess of curls on his head but he looked like how he did when you both first became parents. The tenseness in his shoulders and the slight dark bags under his eyes showed you that much. He looked at you blankly for a moment. “Y-Y/N… You’re here.” He let out softly.

You nodded your head. “Yes. Yes I am.”

He leaned against the doorway. “Sorry, I’m just surprised. You never usually come up to the apartment when picking up Asahi.” He expressed, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he scratched the back of his head.

You motioned behind you to the elevator. “Should I go back down?” You asked him rather nonchalantly.

“No!” He quickly told you. He shook his head. “No, don’t. Please.” He stepped to the side allowing you access into the house. “Come in. Asahi already packed his bags so I’ll just fetch him.” He told you.

You stepped inside the penthouse apartment looking around. The pristineness of it all making it look really luxurious. You were not the least bit surprised considering the two of them were the nation’s top two heroes. “Nice place.” You acknowledge. “It’s really pristine, are you sure children live here?” You teased although it sounded more like a critic than anything else.

“Yah,” He said scratching the back of his head. “Katsuki prefers stuff like this. He likes to keep the place nice and clean. You know how Katsuki is.”

“Unfortunately.”

Midoriya hesitated for a moent. He cleared his throat as he motioned to the side down a hallway. “I’ll go get him.” You raised a hand to stop him. You approached him carefully. Midoriya stiffened as you came closer to him than you have in months. You dug in your bag and pulled out a baby wipe, you wiped his cheek of what looked like chocolate. You scrunched it up putting it in a mini plastic bag that you kept in your bag. Midoriya watched you speechlessly for a moment before softening, that loving look in his green emerald eyes telling you everything. “Thank you.” He motioned to the living area. “You can make yourself comfortable.” He notified you.

You gave him a brief smile before turned away from him. As Midoriya disappeared, you turned your attention to the rest of the living area. You stepped further into the apartment looking around. It was indeed beautiful. Deep in the city an close enough to their hero agencies. It was a rather advantageous place in the city.

As you walked around, something caught your eye. Underneath the dining table was a small… nest? You tilted your head to the side in surprise. A bunch of pillows and a blanket were there. Peaking his head out of the small bundle there was Kane. He seemed hesitant to peak out at first. His crimson eyes widened in surprise at the sight of you. “Aunty Y/N…” He let out in surprise; his voice quiet.

You furrowed your eyebrows slightly at the odd sight. From what you remembered from your interactions with Kane, he never nested, at least not on his own. “Hey there, Kane.” You crouched down next to him, giving him space and not interfering with the little safe space he crafted for himself. “How are you?” He shrugged not answering you as he looked down at his lap. You furrowed your eyebrows. “What’s up, sweetheart?” You asked him.

Kane didn’t answer you immediately at first. “The pups at school are still mean to me.” He spoke in a low voice.

“The pack pups?” You asked him in slight surprise.

He shook his head. “No. They’re all still nice to me. Aunty Momo packs extra tinkies in Sonomi’s bento for me and all the others try to play with me whenever he can.” You smiled at the sound of that, glad that the pups didn’t stop being friends. His chubby hands fiddled with one another. “But they can’t play with me all the time the else the other pups in class get mean to them too for being with me. The others call me mean names cause they say what happened between you and Uncle De- I mean… dad, happened because of me.”

You shook your head. “No, no it’s not because of you, honey.” You sat down next to his little nest. You took his small hands in your own and gave them a gentle squeeze. “Your sire and I…we-”

“I know it has something to do with Poppa.” He told you, his eyes down casted as he spoke. “It’s okay, you don’t have to hide it.”

Your heart broke for the little pup in front of you. “Yes but that’s adult problems. You don’t have to worry about all that.” You assured him. “Listen honey, I know it hurts what the kids say, but you’ve got to tell your teacher about it. Okay? What does your dam say?”

Kane wiped his nose with the back of his hand. “He just told me to tell them to stop and be strong, but Y/N…” You noticed small tears come to his eyes as he bit back a crippled whine. “I don’t like being strong.” He whispered shaking his head.

You frowned and offered him a hug. Kane pushed himself off his pillows and moved to wrap himself around you. Small little distressed yips escaped him as he held onto you. You rubbed his back with a soft comforting purr from your chest, trying to be supportive and comforting to him. Midoriya walked into the room but paused at the sight of you and Kane. He stepped back for a moment not wanting to interrupt. He noticed that Kane was down and tried his best to talk to him but Kane didn’t seem very eager to talk so he gave his pup some space. Midoriya was glad that he could at least seem to talk to you.

Kane pushed himself back. Rubbing his eyes. You quickly pulled out a tissue from your bag and wiped his nose helping him. “Thank you.” He said softly. He reached back amongst the pillows and pulled something you never thought you would see him hold. In his arms was a huge croc, too big to be his own and was blood red. He handed it over to you. “Please give this back to Daddy.” He whispered. “I took it without his permission, so tell him I said sorry. Poppa said I can’t keep it anymore.”

You took the croc from him and put it in your bag. “Okay,” You smiled. “I’ll give it to him.”

“Kane.” Instantly the pup tensed as he looked up past you. You turned your head to see walking through the entranceway in all his glory was Bakugou Katsuki. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at his pup. Kane shrank back. Bakugou put one hand on his hip as he dropped his work bag on a nearby couch. “What did I say about nesting under the dining table?”

Kane lowered his head. “Sorry, Poppa.” He apologized with a soft mumble.

Bakugou let out a soft breath. He motioned for him to get out of the small space he was under. Kane carefully crawled out, moving to stand next to you, away from his nest. Bakugou motioned to the nest with a well-manicured fingernail. “Clean it up, Kane. You know that Poppa doesn’t like messes.” Kane nodded his head slowly, doing as he was told and carefully taking a pillow into his arm. He was about to waddle away to put it back where he found it when Bakugou stepped forward and took the pups face in his hands. He looked over the smaller version of himself. He frowned. “Were you crying?” Kane didn’t respond. “Go wipe your face, Kane.”

Kane nodded his head. “Yes, Poppa.” Without another word, the little blond walked away to put the pillow back on the couch.

You furrowed your eyebrows before you turned to look up at Bakugou. “You didn’t have to do that Katsuki. He feels comfortable under there.” You pointed over to the dining table.

Bakugou rolled his eyes as he looked back down to you. Smokey red eyes looking down at you with such superiority in them it almost made you sick. “What are you doing here, Y/N?” He asked.

You furrowed your eyebrows and stood up off the floor. “I’m just here to fetch Asahi.” You told him.

He let out a hum as he looked you over. Then something caught his eye.

“Sorry guys,” Midoriya said as he walked in with Asahi. “Asahi lost one of his shoes, we had to find it.” He expressed as he held hands with the small five year old. “See you later, bud.”

“Bye Daddy.” Asahi smiled up to him, before turning and running into your arms. “Dammy!” He shouted.

You chuckled as you opened your arms, accepting him into your arms with a laugh. “Hey there, Asahi.” You smiled broadly. “You enjoyed your time with Dad?”

He nodded his head. “Yep. Let me just go say bye to Kane.” He told you, leaving your embrace to go to the pup that was busy holding a blanket in his arms and moving it back to his room.

“Y/N…” You turned towards the blond Omega who stood where he was. He furrowed his eyebrows. “You sure move on fast.” He stated motioning to the week old mating mark on your neck. It was then that Midoriya noticed it. The large mark on your neck that wasn’t there last time he saw you. It was clearly new and fresh and made something stir inside him as he tensed his jaw.

You motioned to him. “So did you.” You stated. “Faster than me, actually.” You reminded him with a smile.

Bakugou smiled venomously. “Who’s the lucky Alpha?”

You looked to Asahi who was giving Kane a hug, saying something you couldn’t hear. “Does it matter?” You asked him with a raised eyebrow. Luckily, just in a nick of time, Asahi came walking back over to you, taking your hand in his. “Ready to go?”

He nodded his head. “Mhm.” He told you.

Midoriya had turned his attention to Kane, having offered to take the blanket back for him. He waved a hand to you with an absent minded smile.

“Uncle Eiji!” Asahi shouted as he entered the house with a smile.

Kirishima chuckled as he looked at the little green haired pup. “Hey there, little man.” He put a hand to Asahi’s curly hair. “Have fun at your dad’s place?”

He nodded his head. “Yup, I made macaroni art at school!”

Kirishima laughed. “Alright, how about you go drop your bags in your room, okay? Then we can play Monopoly.” With a happy cheer, Asahi raced upstairs making you laugh as you closed the door. Kirishima turned to you with a smile. “How was it?” He asked as he leaned against the counter of the kitchen.

You put your bag on the counter. “It was alright. They seem to be doing good for themselves, I assume.” You told him as you went to wash your hands in the sink. You grabbed your apron and wrapped it around your waist.

“How’s… how’s Kane?”

You turned to look at Kirishima. He looked to you very concerned for the blond pup. You eased as you walked over to him, leaning against him. “He’s… he’s struggling.” Kirishima’s eyebrows furrowed even further. “The pups at school are making life hard for him.” Kirishima was silent as he thought about it. It worried him and yet he knew there was nothing he could do. He had no right or stance for that pup and yet it hurt hearing that he wasn’t okay. You moved to fetch something out of your bag. You handed it over to him. Kirishima looked down and his eyes widened in surprise. “That’s from Kane. He apologized for taking it from you.” You put your head against his shoulder. “He misses you.”

Kirishima raised the croc closer towards him in surprise. He frowned. “Kane…” He whispered.

“Kane.” The little blond pup looked up from where he sat on his bed. He held a little dinosaur in his hands. Midoriya smiled as he looked into the room. One bed was done neatly and left untouched in the room. Asahi’s. Midoriya stepped inside with a decorated box in hand. “This came for you, bud.” He placed it in front of him. Kane’s eyebrows raised in surprise. He pulled the gift closer towards him, looking over it. He moved it around. “Do you need help opening it?”

“Where’s Poppa?” Kane asked looking up from the gift. “He said he would be back to give me a bedtime story?”

Midoriya opened his mouth to speak but hesitated he shrunk back slightly. He let out a breath as he took a moment. “He… he wanted me to tell you that he got into a last minute meeting at work and he won’t be back for a story tonight.” Midoriya watched the disappointment play on Kane’s face as he nodded his head, understandingly. Midoriya frowned, knowing that Kane needed someone. He hesitated thinking back to his schedule. He had a lot of paperwork to do and before this whole fiasco, you would always handle Asahi before bed giving him a moment to say goodnight to Midoriya before putting him to sleep. Midoriya looked at his watch before looking back at Kane. “Hey.” He smiled broadly. “I just gotta make a quick phone call and grab something. I’ll be right back, okay buddy?”

Kane nodded, as he watched Midoriya leave. He was left once again alone in bed with his nightlight on. Wiping his eyes, he pulled open the wrapping paper of the present. It was a shoe box. Kane tilted his head to the side as he looked over the box. On the top of it, there was a written note for him.

To: Kane

So that we can match.

-E.K

Kane tilted his head to the side confused at who E.K was. He opened the box and moved the paper to the side. His eyes lit up with a gasp. Looking up at him was a pair of red crocs with a bunch of little buttons for him to put on the holes. Kane smiled brightly as he lifted one of the crocs. When he put it to his nose he noticed that the smelled just like his dad. That’s when he remembered what E.K stood for. He smiled down at the box before closing it quickly. He lifted his head, noticing the footsteps in the hallway. He pushed all the wrapping away and put the box underneath his bed before quickly getting back within the covers.

Midoriya peaked back inside. “Sorry about that Kane, I had to make a call to my PA real quick. But which one do you want to read?” Midoriya brought up two story books. “The Red dragon and the prince, or the Green Bunny pastures?”

Kane furrowed his eyebrows for a moment before looking up at Midoriya. “But why, don’t you have work?”

“Yah but… it can wait for one story.” He told Kane as he moved over to sit on the bed near him. He smiled gently at the blond boy. “Besides, these stories are much more interesting than boring paperwork.” Midoriya stuck out his tongue and shook his head. “That makes me sleepy just thinking about it.”

Kane let out a soft laugh at the gesture. Midoriya smiled watching him ease slightly. Kane pointed to the green one. “The green rabbit please.”

Midoriya grinned, a dimpled smile. “My personal favourite.”

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hi, you can call me luca. i'm 20, use they/them pronouns and i am the anonymous writing the woso bits and bobs series on ao3

my asks are always open, please send me your questions, thoughts, headcanons, prompts, requests etc. (i do see them all but i will only reply to prompts/requests when i write them)

i am a lifelong newcastle united fan and currently just follow a load of woso teams while i wait for them to get out of the third tier of english football this includes but is not limited to arsenal, barcelona and man city and never includes chelsea for personal reasons. i love football tactics and stuff as well and always love to talk about it :))

(i just want to add that this is my secondary blog so if you don't see me interacting with posts and other blogs - it's because i can't)

masterlist:

leah williamson/alessia russo

make this the best dream i've ever known

complete: seven chapters

alessia invites leah over after united play arsenal for lasagne

[a hint of slow burn, first kiss, euros 2022]

i can't keep up

complete: one shot

alessia misses the uwcl qualifying penalty and breaks down

[hurt/comfort, established relationship]

maybe i should have called you first (but i was dying to get to you)

complete: six chapters

five times leah and alessia drive three hours to see each other and one time they don't need to anymore

[5+1, fluff, established relationship, acls]

you said it looked better on me than it did you

complete: one shot

leah steals alessia's clothes, alessia gets her revenge

[fluff, sharing clothes, wwc 2023]

tears are the words the heart can't say

complete: one shot

leah does her acl playing her girlfriend's team

[hurt/comfort, major character injury]

for better, for worse

complete: one shot

leah deals with endometriosis after a concussion

[hurt/comfort, fluff, established relationship]

is forever enough? (the series)

if i know what love is, it's because of you

complete: one shot

prequel: leah and alessia's chaotic proposals (can be read as a standalone)

[marriage proposals, idiots in love]

how long do you wanna be loved? (is forever enough?)

complete: twenty-nine chapters

leah and alessia's journey to expanding their little family

[ivf, pregnancy, SO MUCH FLUFF, marriage]

never knew the best was yet to come

incomplete: chapter two of thirteen

emilia russo-williamson is here, follow the first thirteen months of her life

[kid!fic, fluff, marriage]

jenni hermoso/alexia putellas

it's so hard to say goodbye to yesterday

complete: three chapters

jenni and alexia have been broken up for over a year and are living in different countries but then they have the world cup

[angst with a happy ending, fluff, suggestive, slow burn (ish)]

mapi leon/ingrid engen

i wouldn't know where to start

complete: one shot

ingrid has just opened her own tattoo studio in barcelona. mapi goes along to check it out and develops a crush

[fluff, getting together, tattoo artist au]

hei!

incomplete: chapter five of six

mapi has a crush on the pretty new midfielder on the team and ingrid has a pretty big secret

[fluff, angst with a happy ending, kid!fic, sick!fic, coffee]

ellie carpenter/daniëlle van de donk

you'll always be my favorite new year's kiss

complete: one shot

ellie and daan get together in new year's eve

[age gap relationship, first kiss]

you know what the best part of today was? i got the chance to fall in love with you all over again

one shot collection

ellie meets daan's daughter as her girlfriend after dating for almost a year

[fluff, kid!fic]

evie bronze

the missing pieces (of our souls)

one shot collection

lucy's daughter, evie bronze, is iconic in the women's football world

[lucy/ona, past lucy/keira, keira/laura, fluff, angst with a happy ending]

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fortheloveofwonderland · 30 days

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Midnight | Chapter 20 | S.R

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Summary - Spencer seeks to enact his ultimate revenge on his biggest demon. You run into a face from your past, but is it simple coincidence?

A/N - we’ve reached the part that Spencer’s story has been leading to. Tread lightly with the next few chapters as they get pretty dark.

Pairing - unsub! Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader

Category - dark angst | smut | very eventual happy ending

Warnings - child molester, past sexual abuse of a child, Spencer faces his trauma, past drug use, swearing, making out, cheating, fingering.

WC - 5.5k

Chapter 20 - Unopened Windows

The residential suburb of Summerlin was barely fourteen miles off of The Strip but given the time of night it took Spencer almost forty minutes to drive to. But it would be more than worth it for this kill.

It was one he’d been thinking about for some time, but one he’d never thought would come to fruition. It was his most dangerous target by far, it broke a lot of Spencer’s own rules he’d put into place when he’d started this vigilante mission.

But this would be his swan song, his grand finale. It was easily the stupidest idea he’d ever had, and if he were to ever get caught this would be why. But it would be so worth it to say he’d slayed this final monster.

This one had been over three decades in the making. The man in question, who’s house Spencer had parked the Impala a little way down from, was a serial child molester who had flown under the radar for nearly forty years. Spencer didn’t know exactly how many children had fallen prey to the seemingly innocuous looking man, but he knew his very first victim personally.

It was entirely plausible the wheels had been set in motion on Spencer’s ultimate demise long before prison, long before he’d even realised it. Maybe he’d been destined to become this person all along. He knew all the facts and figures on the subject, he’d just never thought too much on it in case it was a particular line of thinking he never came back from.

But there was a definitive link to abusees becoming abusers. On average fifty percent of serial killers suggested they had been psychologically abused as children, while thirty six percent said they experienced physical abuse. And twenty six percent reported suffering sexual abuse during childhood.

It was a definitive correlation but it didn’t take into consideration the amount of abuse victims who didn’t go on to commit violent crimes or the serial killers who weren’t abused as children. But it certainly bore some kind of relevance. A victim takes back the power they lost by becoming the oppressor.

Spencer ran his finger over the blunt side of the blade, eyes never leaving that one house. There was a light coming from one of the downstairs windows so he knew his target was home, that’s not why he was waiting.

Why he was waiting, he wasn’t sure. The sooner he got this over with the better, one less evil in the world. He never imagined this would be so difficult.

He’d gone two months without killing and he’d hoped he was done. He’d thought maybe the strength of your love had pulled him out of the darkness for good this time.

But then two days ago he’d awoken from a nightmare, the likes of which he hadn’t had in more years than he could count. It was less a dream than a memory, a memory from when he was just eight years old. The worst moment of his life, worse than his drug addiction, worse than watching Maeve die; even worse than prison.

He hadn't exactly repressed it, it was more a case of he’d locked it inside a box at the back of his conscious mind and never dared open it. Maybe if he had repressed it he wouldn’t have ended up here.

It had been what the BAU called his trigger. It was the trigger that set into motion a lifetime of events that had led him to this moment. And the nightmare had only unlocked that box and set the monster free and now it was out, there was no containing it. This man had to die so Spencer could live.

As he stared at the house he simultaneously had both Cat and Mary’s voices in his head.

I had Lindsey dose you in Mexico. You lost time. And I gave her very specific instructions to get you in the mood.

Fine, I’ll tell everyone I know that you sexually assaulted me.

Stop being the boy who cried rape, Spencie. It’s not a good look.

So if you don’t give me what I want, I will disgrace the former FBI agent Spencer Reid and tell everyone that you raped me.

And then through the fog appeared another voice, this time his own.

Do you have any idea how many people are actually assaulted every day? How many don’t report it because they’re scared they won’t be believed? And you want to use their real pain for your own sick gain?

Maybe it was the events with Mary that night that had led him to have that nightmare again after so many years and brought it all back to the foreground of his mind. That horrible nightmare in which he was trapped inside that house with no escape from the one man he was supposed to be able to trust.

Time was said to heal all wounds but Spencer’s were still just as open as the day as they’d been made, never giving them a chance to scar and mend.

He suddenly slammed his hand against the steering wheel, subsequently silencing the thoughts that fought for dominance in his fractured brain. It didn’t matter how he’d ended up here, it didn’t matter what had been his undoing. This was his beginning and tonight he was making it his end.

Spencer had tracked down your demon, now it was finally time to take care of his own. Most children were told about the boogeyman hiding under their bed but the monsters under his bed were never as terrifying as the one who crawled into it.

At eight years old Spencer Reid had learnt the hard way that he couldn't trust anybody, not even his own family. His future had been written in the stars from the very first time his father had crept into his room and beneath his sheets.

He slammed the wheel again, closing his eyes tightly against the onslaught of tears that had built up and one last resounding voice cut above all the others.

It’s ok, daddy will make it all better. Big boys don’t cry, Spencer.

When he opened his eyes again, he allowed one single tear to fall before he roughly rubbed his eyes free of anymore. Picking up the blade, he pulled at all his bravado and opened the car door.

It was finally time. William Reid had to die.

Big boys don’t cry dad, but we do grow up to be psychopaths.

***

After a long soak in the tub and throwing up once more, you put on a little summer dress before texting Spencer on the burner phone that you were heading to the spa and to let you know when he was back. He’d see it once he picked up the phone from Bennington.

You took the elevator down to the first floor and the hustle and bustle coming out of the casino assaulted your ears. You stepped out, heading in the direction the signs told you the spa was, trying to put distance between yourself and the sounds of coins in slots.

As you headed further away from one noise, another caught your attention but this one was much more welcoming. The dulcet tones of someone playing piano wafted your way and instantly relaxed any tensions you had in your body.

You instinctively followed the sound, now ignoring signs for the spa in lieu of finding where the tickling of keys was coming from. It led you into a grand room with a large mahogany bar taking up one wall and plush, velvet armchairs scattered around glass tables. The piano was in one corner, a man in a full suit and tails sitting behind it.

You glanced around and continued forward. Now you thought about it, you did have a kind of metallic taste in your mouth, a glass of something would go down a treat. You let the music wash over you as you made your way to the bar, taking in all a multitude of liquor bottles on shelves but the thought of any of them made your stomach turn violently.

What the hell is going on? Why don’t I want to drink? I swear those goddamn hotdogs…

A man with a very fake smile and even faker tan behind the bar greeted you and you reluctantly ordered a soda. You paid the man and picked up your glass before turning on your heels but as you did so, you crashed straight into a hard, broad body.

Your drink splashed all over both your dress and his shirt and you narrowly avoided dropping the glass. You grumbled under your breath, staring down at your soiled clothing.

“Sorry, I wasn’t…” you glanced up and met the dark eyes and bearded face and your hand around the glass slipped again and you quickly put it on the bar to avoid breaking it.

He stared at you but you couldn’t work out what he was thinking, his expression completely unreadable. Your heart drummed against your rib cage as the music continued to play around you.

“I…what are you doing here?” You swallowed thickly.

He didn’t even seem to notice his wet shirt, not taking his eyes off of you and you were sure he didn’t look as surprised to see you as you were him. He folded his thick, tattooed arms over his chest and exhaled heavily.

“Hi Y/N.” Jesse finally spoke. “Fancy seeing you here.”

***

With the SIG and his hunting knife tucked into the back of his jeans, Spencer snuck down the side of the house and into the backyard through the broken gate.

It hadn’t been at all hard to find his father, not when the man was such a creature of habit. All those years ago when he’d come face to face with the man again during the course of a case, Spencer had made a mental note of the address in his dad's case file. He’d kept it inside of his head for all these years and it was finally of some use to him.

Since waking up from that nightmare two days ago he’d thought of nothing but coming here and ending his fathers life. Thankfully when he woke up screaming you’d already been up, in the backyard listening to music that had drowned out his cries.

Spencer had only ever told one person of the torture he’d lived through at his fathers hands. When Morgan had come clean about his own childhood abuse he’d considered talking to the older man about it but every time he tried he would clam up. Talking about it meant thinking about it and he couldn’t do that.

The only time he’d ever opened up about it had been completely out of his control, whilst high on dilaudid he’d accidentally let slip his darkest secret.

“Spencer, Spence…just calm down. Please?” She tried to reach for him to stop his frantic pacing but he shook her off.

“Can’t. Can’t stop. If I stop they win.” He turned away from her, ducking behind the desk in his living room and rifling through papers.

“Who? Who will win?” She followed him, frowning at her friend.

“The monsters.” He replied simply.

“Spencer…”

“They’re everywhere, we can’t stop them all. We can stop some of them but we can’t stop them all. We’ll never stop them all.” He kept moving papers about but she had no idea what he was looking for.

“Spencer, what are you talking about? Are you…are you high?” Her tone caused him to stop his rampant shuffling and look up at her across the desk.

“Y-yes.” He nodded. “The drugs make the monsters not seem so scary.”

She cautiously rounded the desk and placed her hand on his shoulder. She gently guided him away from the desk and over to the couch where they both sat down.

“Spence, Hankel is dead. He can’t hurt you anymore.” She kept her hand on his shoulder.

“This isn’t about him.” He spat, furiously grinding his teeth. “Fuck it all came back to me. Carl Buford unlocked that box and while I was in Hankel’s cabin all those memories came flooding out.”

He rubbed his eyes heavily with his palms, his left leg bouncing up and down.

“Carl Buford?” She frowned again. “What does he have to do with this?”

“He hurt Morgan. He hurt Morgan in the worst kind of way. The kind of way that sticks with you for the rest of your life. Never look at yourself the same. Is it my fault? Did I do something to encourage it? My fault, gotta be my fault.” He hit his forehead with his hands a few times, devolving into incoherent muttering.

She took hold of his wrists and guided his hands away from his face. He looked at her in a doe eyed fashion, looking so small and innocent.

“Spencer,” she inhaled a shaky breath. “Did someone hurt you in that way? Like Carl Buford did to Morgan?”

His bottom lip quivered and she saw the tears that quickly sprung behind his eyes.

“Yes.” He nodded stiffly, pulling his hands free of her hold. “My father.”

The first time he’d cried and begged his dad to stop but all the times that followed he laid there and waited for it to be over.

The abuse continued for two years. For two years every time Spencer crawled into his bed at night and he would stare at the door and wonder if his very own boogeyman would surface that night.

When he was ten and his parents divorced, it was the best day of his life, finding out his father was moving out. He hadn’t realised at the time he’d probably started growing too old for his dad anyway, sexual predators were very specific in their type. It also didn’t occur to him then that he wouldn’t be the only one.

He was still fairly certain his father assaulted Riley Jenkins. But how many others had there been? How many other kids were terrified of William Reid sneaking into their room at night? Certainly none of the others were the man’s own flesh and blood.

He crept around to the back of the house, his hands trembling at his sides. He understood now how you could get so emotional when you’d confronted Green. It was different when you knew them. He wasn’t going to be able to distance himself from this like he had the others. This wasn’t some stranger, this was the man who had ruined Spencer’s life. And Spencer was going to look him in the eyes and return the favour as he cut his fathers throat.

There was something oddly poetic about it. His dad had played a role in giving him life and now Spencer was the one who got to take his fathers away. It was almost a full circle.

He quietly traversed the back steps up to the screen door. As expected it was open, much like most of the monsters he tracked down. They thought the evil living in that house was far worse than any that lurked outside. His father was about to be proven wrong.

He inched open the screen door and stepped inside the dark kitchen. The light was coming from the living room and he could hear the TV was on. As he silently padded across the linoleum floor, he withdrew the SIG and pointed it forward in his shaking hand.

His entire life had been culminating up until this moment. Everything he’d done had led him here. This was the ultimate kill, and once he did this maybe he would finally be able to find peace.

Killing his father would be Spencer’s crowning glory. And if he got caught because of it, at least he would always be able to say he’d taken out his biggest demon.

***

“Hi Y/N. Fancy seeing you here.”

“You don’t seem all that surprised to see me.” You felt a pit forming in your stomach. “Did you follow me here?”

Jesse pulled a face before he started chuckling, unfolding his arms and letting them fall to his sides.

“What? Why would I follow you? I’m not a stalker, I swear.” He held his hands up.

“It seems very coincidental that you’d be here. And you didn’t seem surprised that I was here.” You took a step backward.

“Trust me when I say I am just as shocked as you are. I’m partly wondering if you even are here or if I'm just going crazy.” He continued to laugh.

“Why are you here?” You took another step back.

“I’ve got a buddy from college who moved out here a while back. He’s been trying to get me to come visit for a while and after everything that happened with you it seemed like a good time to get away.” He shrugged.

Your heartbeat started to return to normal, looking in his eyes you saw no threat. Sure it was a huge coincidence but coincidences happened, right? You were being paranoid.

“Jesus,” you shook your head. “I’m sorry for being suspicious.”

“It’s ok, I would be too.” He shrugged. “You on your own?”

“Yeah.” You rolled your lip between your teeth.

“Can we talk? Somewhere more private?” He stuffed his hands in his pockets almost nervously.

That didn’t seem like a good idea, you didn’t trust yourself to be alone with him. But nonetheless you started nodding.

“I’ve got a room upstairs. We can go there.” You turned and motioned for him to follow you.

This was a horrible idea and once alone in the elevator you already wanted him to put his hands all over you. You kept your eyes on the floor and neither of you spoke as it makes it slow ascent.

Finally on your floor you led him to your room and slotted the key card in before the door clicked open. You led him inside and he took in the suite with a similar wide eyed awe as you had.

“Jesus, this one room is bigger than my entire apartment.” Jesse shook his head.

“Yeah, uh, Spencer’s doing, not mine.” You shrugged awkwardly. “What did you want to talk about?”

“Mary‘s missing.” He cut right to the chase. “She disappeared the same day you and Spencer did.”

You felt that pit opening up in your stomach again and you fought to keep your expression neutral.

“Seriously?” You didn’t trust your voice to say anymore than that.

“Yeah. And I think you know something about it. It seems too coincidental, don’t you think?” He cocked an eyebrow at you, walking further into the living room of the suite.

“About as coincidental as you being in Vegas at the same time as me, in the same hotel.” You mirrored his expression.

“I told you, I’m visiting a college buddy. Thought I’d treat myself to a night in a decent hotel.” He shrugged.

“What’s his name? Your college buddy?”

“Liam.”

You couldn’t tell if he was bluffing or not and you hated that.

“And he lives in Vegas?”

“Henderson.” He was quick to counter. “Stop changing the subject, Y/N. I think you know what happened to Mary.”

“I have no idea. Maybe she ran away? She didn’t strike me as being all that responsible.” You shrugged.

“I don’t think so. She had no money, she worked a ton of jobs so she could get out of Butte but she couldn’t afford it.” He stepped closer.

“Maybe she started charging for her services.” You rolled your eyes. “Being a whore could have been her big payday.”

“I guess.” He chuckled darkly. “But I don’t think so.”

“You seem to know her pretty well. And clearly she likes older men. There’s a story there.” You tried to change the subject again,

“You think I would sleep with Mary?” He scoffed. “I prefer a woman my own age. And you know all about my complicated history.”

“There’s something you aren’t telling me.”

“How am I suddenly the one on trial?” He heaved a sigh. “Fine, if you must know, my ex, the one who managed the Tin Cup, the one who fled town…she was Mary’s aunt. So I guess I knew her pretty well or whatever. Got invited to some family dinners in the year we dated. Now I’ve been honest with you, it’s your turn. What happened to Mary?”

“I have no idea.” You stepped back when he stepped forward again.

“I think you’re lying.”

“And I think you don’t know me well enough to know when I’m lying.” Again you stepped back as he stepped closer.

“Her aunt, Laura, called me after Mary’s mom got in touch with her when she disappeared. Her mom thought maybe she’d run off to visit Laura. So she called me, for the first time in two years I had to talk to her. She was the first woman I got close to after my wife killed herself and she broke my heart. And Mary’s disappearance meant she called me and I had to deal with all that again. So if you did something to her, the least you can do is be honest with me.” He was trying to intimidate you and maybe if you hadn’t dealt with Spencer’s aggressive side for so long it might have worked.

“I did nothing to her.” You squared your shoulders. “I’m sorry you had to talk to your ex but I have no idea where Mary is.”

“And I still don’t believe you.” This time when he stepped closer you didn’t move, you weren’t backing down.

“Then that’s on you.”

“Tell me what happened to her, Y/N.” Another step and he was dangerously close to you, you could smell his woodsy aftershave.

“I don’t know.” You tried to ignore it.

“Tell me.”

“No.”

“Tell me.” He repeated, raising one of his strong, intricately decorated arms and his large fingers wrapped around your bicep. “Spencer did something to her right? And you’re covering for him. Do you know how foolish that makes you? You think he cares about you? You think he wouldn’t throw you under the bus giving half the chance?”

“You don’t know him.” You shook your head, his grip on you getting tighter.

“I’ve known plenty of men like him. What did he do to her? Did he kill her?”

“No.” You swallowed, his aftershave assaulting your senses and making your legs tremble. “He didn’t do anything to her.”

“You can tell me, Y/N. Tell me what Spencer did to Mary.”

“He didn’t do anything to her!” You suddenly raised your voice. “I killed her ok? Is that what you want to hear? She was threatening Spencer. She found out who we were and was blackmailing him for ten grand. She said if he didn’t give her the money she would tell the whole town he raped her! I couldn’t let her do that so I killed her and we buried her body somewhere it will never be found.”

Jesse’s face paled and his hand fell from your arm and he stumbled backwards a little. Your heart started racing as you realised the words that had just left your lips. He glared at you like you were a stranger.

“You…she…why would she say that? She’s a bitch sure but surely she wouldn’t…” he trailed off, his voice distant.

“I heard it with my own ears.” You croaked. “And I just saw red. My sister was raped and murdered when I was seventeen years old and it tore me and my family apart from the inside. I couldn’t bare to hear her spread a fucking lie like that and so I shot her in the back of the head. She never saw it coming.”

Jesse ran his tongue along his bottom lip, his breathing growing heavy.

“Jesus Christ.” He grimaced, taking in your words. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

“Are you disgusted by me?” You pouted.

He exhaled shakily, his brows furrowing as he tried to process an answer.

“No.” He shook his head, looking confused by his own voice. “Which says more about me than it does you. I’m not disgusted. I should be, but I’m not. If she would have told everyone that it would have ruined Spencer’s life. What kind of person does that?”

“An evil one.” You swallowed.

“Exactly.” He nodded his head in agreement. “So no, I’m not disgusted. But even weirder than that I’m actually incredibly turned on.”

Suddenly he moved closer to you again, quickly closing the space between you but you held your hands up to stop him.

“I’m married.” Your voice cracked.

“No, you’re not.” He tried to move closer once more but again you stopped him.

“No, I really am this time. As of a few weeks ago.” You held up your left hand, showing him the new ring.

“Fuck.” He groaned, running his hand over his beard. “I came out here to get over you! Jesus, I barely knew you any time at all, and I didn’t even really know you but I can’t stop thinking about you. I’ve been on my own for so long now and I’ve gotten so good at it. But since the first night I met you in the Nickel I never wanted to be alone again. You’re everything I always wanted and more but of course you’re married and I’m such a fucking idiot.”

“No, Jesse, you’re not an idiot.” You found yourself moving closer to him, bringing your hand up to cup his jaw.

“Of course I am.” He scoffed. “Only an idiot would fall in love with a woman he doesn’t even know.”

Your heart grew to double the size hearing those words from his mouth and you couldn’t stop yourself when you suddenly crushed your lips together.

Jesse instantly kissed you back, cupping your face in both of his hands and parting your lips with his tongue.

“Say it again.” You mumbled into his mouth.

“I love you. I love you. I love you.” He repeated, grinding his hips against you.

Out of nowhere tears sprung to your eyes and when you opened them and pulled back from the kiss they unexpectedly started to fall. Jesse’s face fell.

“Why are you crying?” He started brushing your tears away with his thumbs.

“Because when you say it I actually believe it.” You snivelled. “I don’t think I’ve ever really been convinced when he’s said it to me. But I believe you, I believe that you really do love me.”

“I do.” He nodded. “I shouldn’t. I know nothing about you apart from the fact you killed a person. And that should make me hate you, I should turn you into the cops. But that’s the last thing I want to do.”

“What do you want to do?” You dared ask him.

“Oh I think you’ve got a pretty good idea.” With that he kissed you again, one hand moving from your face to your lower back which he used to guide you towards the couch.

He kept kissing you while he lowered you back to it and crawled on top of you. His erection pressed into your leg and his hand was quickly wandering under your dress and ghosting along your panties. He hissed into your mouth when he felt how wet you were.

“I love you, Y/N.” He spoke against your lips as his fingers brushed your underwear aside. “I love you so fucking much.”

You moaned into his mouth when two fingers suddenly entered you and your eyes rolled back in your head as you succumbed to Jesse entirely.

It was a glimpse into the life you’d never have, one night to see what you and Jesse could have been but never would. After tonight he would leave again and you’d have to let him. He was simply just a window that had to remain closed.

***

William Reid sat in the old battered armchair watching Family Feud whilst sipping from a mug of tea. The armchair faced away from the kitchen door and enabled Spencer to sneak right up into the doorway.

His fathers thinning head of hair rested against the back of the chair as he hummed along to the theme tune. Spencer had the SIG pointed at the back of his head as he took a few steps forward into the carpeted living room.

He edged right up behind the chair, the muzzle of the gun just a few inches from the back of his fathers head. He could end this now before William even saw it coming. All he had to do was pull the trigger and it would all be over.

But he wanted to look him in the eyes, the same way his father always made him do.

Open your eyes, son. Look at me, don’t be scared. Daddy’s going to take care of you. I said look at me!

The rage bubbling within Spencer was like nothing he’d ever felt before. This man was responsible for destroying his childhood and the childhood of so many other young boys. The cycle had to end.

William Reid suddenly tensed in his seat, slowly setting his mug down on the little table next to the chair. Spencer could hear his breathing grow heavier and when he glanced up at the TV he realised why.

Spencer could see his own silhouette in the small, ancient device and clearly his father had seen it too. William swallowed thickly, his shaking arms raising gradually until they were over his head in surrender.

“Please don’t hurt me.” His voice trembled as he spoke. “Take whatever you want, b-but I don’t have much.”

“I don’t want anything from you.” Spencer replied harshly, and he saw his father straighten in recognition. “You have nothing I could possibly want.��

“I should have known this day would come.” William sighed and lowered his arms again.

Spencer kept the gun focused on his fathers head as he cautiously rounded the chair until he was standing in front of the older man.

William Reid looked haggard, older than his years. His eyes that had haunted Spencer’s dreams for as long as he could remember had lost their menacing spark. His face was hollow, gaunt even. And he didn’t even look phased by the firearm trained on him. He sighed as though the whole thing was an inconvenience to him.

His lip suddenly turned up at the corner in a wicked smile that Spencer remembered so well. It caused his stomach to flip and he momentarily felt like that terrified little eight year old begging his dad not to touch him again.

“You’re all grown up.” William smiled at him, threading his fingers together in his lap. “I missed you, son.”

Spencer coiled his finger around the trigger, his heart beating loudly in his ears. His father was his one unopened window into his tormented past and today was the day he finally put all those horrid memories to bed and opened that window and at long last be able to breathe fresh air for the first time in over thirty years.

It was time to break out of the walls of that house his father had confined him to in his memory and set himself free.

My favorite movies,

Are tales never filmed.

That I dream of living out,

A private screening,

That plays in the field.

But I'm trapped inside this house.

Walk through the halls, trace the walls,

Back to where we made our memories.

See what will never be.

Through unopened windows, bound to my heart,

Fantasy so close, feels so afar.

But I long to break the lock and live among the life we lost,

Through unopened windows, they tear me apart.

I'm sick of hearing,

That time always heals.

Try to tell that to my scars,

Sure, it stopped the bleeding,

And it's harder to feel.

But it really left a mark.

I walk through the halls, trace the walls,

Back to where we made our memories.

See what will never be.

Through unopened windows, bound to my heart,

Fantasy so close, feels so afar.

But I long to break the lock and live among the life we lost,

Through unopened windows, they tear me apart.

All the stories left unwritten,

That we drew up in the past.

It's the game we never went to,

Or the drinks we never had.

As I look up to the stars,

And make a wish to bring you back.

But I curse the roof above me,

And I learn to live behind all these.

Unopened windows, bound to my heart,

Fantasy so close, feels so afar.

But I long to break the lock and live among the life we lost,

Through unopened windows, they tear me apart.

They tear me apart,

They tear me apart.

See what will never be,

Through unopened windows, they tear me apart.

@bubblebuttwade @jay-2s-world @daddy-dotcom @nomajdetective @rebelliousstories

#spencer reid #spencer reid smut #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x fem! reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction

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bitethedevil · 14 days

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Living with The Devil You Know (Raphael x Tav): Chapter 4

Chapter: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven

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Fic Summary: Tav broke their agreement by handing the Crown of Karsus to Mystra instead of Raphael. Not only that, but she also robbed his house and killed his incubus. Raphael is patient and he is determined to get his revenge.

…Tav isn't too bothered. She will figure something out eventually. Until then she just has to find a way to live peacefully with a devil.

Chapter Summary: Raphael has a nightmare after a meeting with his father, causing him to have a little accident with Tav. Tav shares how her own relationship with her father made her hide her past from the world.

(AN: Tav didn't use Speak with the Dead on Haarlep, so she doesn't know who Raph's daddy is. Lots of daddy issues in this one)

TW: Blood, Violence, Mentions of Parental Abuse, Mentions of Child Abuse

When she woke up, Raphael had already left the house. Korrilla was watching her from the chair she usually sat in when she was keeping an eye on her in the early mornings after Raphael had left, or in the evenings when Tav went to bed before him.

“Good morning, Tav,” Korrilla said with a smile.

Tav rubbed her eyes. Everything hurt after Raphael had his fun with her the whole night.

“Morning,” Tav mumbled and sat up to get out of the bed. She inhaled sharply from the pain in her lower body.

Korrilla wore an amused expression as she watched her stumble out of bed. Tav could barely walk properly. She narrowed her eyes at Korrilla’s knowing smile.

“Not a word, Korrilla…please,” Tav warned and practically limped to the restoration pool.

“I wasn’t going to say anything,” Korrilla answered with a chuckle as she followed her.

Tav breathed a sigh of relief as she slid into the pool. The water soothed her aching body immediately. While she was bathing, she noticed that Korrilla was looking at her with an odd expression on her face. It was as if she was thinking hard about something.

“See something you like?” Tav teased from the pool.

“I know better than to dare touch the boss’s new plaything,” she retorted with a smile before returning to her contemplating stare. “I should probably warn you about something…”

“About…?” Tav asked.

Korrilla hesitated for a moment.

“Raphael is meeting with Mephistopheles today. They are…Well, let’s just say that they are not on the best of terms. You’d be wise to avoid him when he gets home. You should not talk to him or get in his way. He can be in quite the mood after those kinds of meetings.”

“Alright…” Tav said.

“But you didn’t hear that from me, understand? Don’t make me regret warning you,” Korrilla said.

“Right, sure,” Tav said and nodded.

Not only did Raphael have a connection to the second most powerful devil in the Hells for some reason, but he also hated him…? Why did he even have to meet with him? He lives in Avernus, not Cania…Tav was starting to think that devil politics were even more complex than what she had read about them during her time as a librarian, and even those texts had made it seem insanely overcomplicated…

‘Quite the mood’ had to have been the understatement of the century when it came to describe Raphael’s mood when he returned.

Tav and Korrilla had been in the large main area of the house when he got home. The servants and debtors scattered immediately upon his arrival. Tav got a quick glimpse of him before Korrilla herded her into another room. There was fire in his eyes.

Korrilla and her sought refuge on one of the many balconies of the house. Tav’s eyes widened as she heard the sounds of whatever poor servant or debtor that had gotten in his way from inside the house. She heard the loud snapping of bones followed by a scream that made her blood run cold.

Korrilla was resting her elbows on the small table between them and gave Tav a weak smile as if this was the most ordinary thing in the world for her.

“He’ll calm down in an hour or two…” Korrilla said in a low voice. “He probably wouldn’t have touched you, as you are still important to his plans, but…you never know…”

Tav nodded.

It was the same nightmare that had haunted him for so many years. He was always younger in that dream, having barely grown into his immortality. He was standing in his father’s freezing halls. Mephistopheles himself was looking down at him from his frozen throne. The words that his father had said to him after he had chosen to leave Cania echoed through the throne room:

‘You can climb that ladder as much as you want, boy. You can play with mortals and try to bargain your way to as many souls as you please but remember that I will always be at the top of that ladder, looking down on you. Climb, little half-breed, and know that the higher you get, the more satisfying it will be for your dear father to see you fall…”

Raphael blinked and he was hanging above the maw of his father. He was fighting to get out of his grasp, but to no avail. He was digging his claws into him and fought with all he had, knowing that nothing would change his fate. The last thing he would ever feel would be his father’s teeth sinking into him and then darkness…

Though something was different this time. He heard someone scream his name before the darkness swallowed him whole…

Tav had been sleeping. Raphael’s arms were around her as usual, but she had heard a sound from him that stirred her from her sleep. He was mumbling something. His body was slightly twitching. Was he…dreaming?

His tail began thrashing, making thumping noises on the mattress. He made a sound that sounded close to a whimper. His grip around her suddenly tightened, making it hard for her to breathe.

“Raphael…” she wheezed and squeezed his arm to wake him up.

His claws dug deep into the skin of her stomach, and she dug her nails into his arms, trying to pry his hands off her.

“Raphael!” she wheezed again and started hitting his arms to get him off.

She screamed when the claws that were dug into her stomach started dragging in opposite directions, ripping up the skin. She heard him make a sharp inhale before everything went black.

She made a whining sound as she woke up. She heard someone sigh in what sounded like relief. She immediately felt that she was submerged in water and started flailing her limbs around.

“Easy, easy, easy,” Raphael said, and his arms tightened around her.

She was confused and breathing hard. Raphael was holding her in his arms in the restoration pool. She looked up at him. He was wearing an expression she had not seen on him before. His brow was furrowed, his eyes intense, and his mouth was turned downward. If she had not known him better, she would have said he looked slightly apologetic.

“You know,” Tav said weakly with a smile, her voice hoarse. “I think I’m starting to see the appeal of sleeping in a cell in the dungeons. Seems safer…”

Raphael’s look of slight worry morphed into his signature sneer at her little joke.

“You are insufferable,” he said.

“Guess you shouldn’t have saved me then,” Tav mumbled. “What the fuck happened, Raphael?”

His face returned into that odd expression again.

“A nightmare. My body must have responded to it in a…shall we say, less than ideal way…” he admitted.

Tav would have laughed if she had the energy to do so. ‘Less than ideal’ was certainly one way to put it, she thought. It was probably the closest she would ever get him to say ‘sorry’.

Raphael carried her out of the pool and laid her down on one of the bed-looking things at the side of the pool. Raphael left her there to go and put on a robe. He left the boudoir for a moment and came back with a servant who was carrying clean sheets.

He sat down at the foot of the bed and leaned up against the frame of it while he watched her. She rested her eyes for a moment.

“Ah-ah,” Raphael said sharply. “Keep your eyes open. You have lost a lot of blood.”

She sighed softly and opened her eyes. She was so tired and cold. The pool had healed her wounds, and her blood would replenish a lot faster than it would have done without it, but depending on how much blood she had lost, it could take a little while.

“How do you feel?” Raphael asked.

“I’ll be fine. It’s not my first time dying,” Tav said. Withers had resurrected her twice before during her adventure. It was never a particularly fun experience. “You can stop fussing.”

“I am not fussing,” Raphael said with a sneer. “Do not mistake this for some merciful act. I am not done with you, and I will not allow you to die just yet.”

She huffed at him. She got quiet for a moment. She was blinking slowly and yawning. She was so tired.

“Stay awake,” Raphael ordered again. “Keep speaking to me so I know that you will not fall asleep.”

“I was just blinking,” she mumbled then tried to think of anything to talk about. “It must have been quite the nightmare you had.”

“Mm,” he affirmed.

“Do you want to elaborate or…?” she asked, trying to keep the conversation going.

“No,” he said.

“You won’t even tell me what it was about? Your plan is to kill me eventually, so who am I going to tell?”

He looked at her for a moment, seemingly considering it.

“It was a nightmare about my father killing me,” he answered coldly. The lack of emotion in his voice and expression could not hide the glimmer of hate she saw in his eyes for a brief moment.

“Oh…”

Tav’s eyes softened slightly. That hit a bit too close to home for her comfort. She herself had been ridden with similar nightmares once. Back before she had to carefully remove every trace of her past…

Tav was unsure what to say. Any pitying or sympathetic remarks would most likely just piss him off. Her mind went completely blank due to her state of blood loss. She somehow settled on the most unhinged comment that could possibly have come out of her mouth:

“I can warmly recommend patricide…”

He looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

“Pardon?” Raphael said and tried to suppress his amusement at the odd comment.

“I found it quite therapeutic to kill mine,” she said with a shrug. “It worked on my nightmares like a charm.”

“I suspect that Mephistopheles would be slightly more difficult to kill than your mortal father, mouse,” he said with a smile. “Though I appreciate your sage advice.”

Oh. She put two and two together. Mephistopheles is his father. It suddenly made more sense why that meeting earlier in the day had pissed him off so much.

“I do see how that slightly complicates things…” she said.

“Indeed…” Raphael said. “Would I be wrong in assuming that you killing your father has something to do with the difficulty I had with tracing your past?”

“…No,” Tav said.

“Would you care to elaborate?”

“I’d rather not…” she answered. “I’ve used too much time on hiding the past to dig it up again.”

“Come now,” he said and squeezed her leg. “Your secret is safe with me, and I am oh so curious.”

She held her breath and then sighed. Raphael could probably find a way to use it against her somehow. Then again, the bastard was long dead, so what could it really hurt to talk about it?

“Should I bore you with the backstory as well?” she asked.

“Please,” Raphael said. “With the current pallor of your skin, it looks as if we still have plenty of time before we can retire.”

She sighed and nodded.

“My father was the only thing I’ve ever truly feared. The asshole hated me ever since I was born. For no particular reason, really. I just think he was born an evil bastard. He loved beating my mother almost as much as he loved beating me. It was every single day,” Tav’s voice was filled with contempt as she explained. “My face and parts of my upper body are permanently glamoured to hide some of what he did to me.”

“You are permanently scarred because of him?” Raphael asked with curiosity.

Tav nodded.

“It happened one day where he got furious with me. I don’t remember the reason he gave me for his tantrum on that particular day…” Tav said and took a deep breath before explaining further. “He held my face into the fireplace…I was ten years old. I still remember the smell of my own flesh burning. I was crying about the pain for days. I vividly when the bandages were taken off and he laughed at my now scarred face and commented that ‘now my face matched that pretty red hair I got from him’.”

Tav moved her hand to her face and traced a line down her face from her forehead to the side of her head and then to her chin.

“This whole part of my face is still scarred underneath the glamour because of that man,” she explained. “Anyway, as you already know, I moved to Baldur’s Gate to become an apprentice. My parents had let me go on the condition that I would visit them at least once each month. This one time, my teacher needed me to stay at the Gate for a couple more days, so I got home later than promised. That, of course, earned me a particularly rough beating from my dear father. I was an adult at this point but that did not stop him from trying to beat me into a pulp…Something snapped in me that day…”

A smile grew on Raphael’s face.

“And I suppose your old man got what was coming to him?” Raphael said.

“I used some of the few basic spells I had learned from my teacher. A combination of a grease spell and a firebolt, and the only man I have ever feared met his end. I’ll never forget the look of betrayal on his face as he started burning,” Tav said with a weak smile. “The whole house burned down with him in it.”

Raphael looked at her for a moment, still smiling.

“Do you ever regret what you did?” he asked.

“I only regret that I didn’t give him a slower death after all he had done,” she said genuinely.

“Mm,” Raphael hummed. “What happened to your mother?”

Tav was quiet for a moment too long. Her smile disappeared and her face hardened slightly.

“She didn’t want to leave his side, so she burned with him,” she said coldly. “It was her own foolish decisions that led her to her death.”

“Is that something you regret?” Raphael asked.

“No,” Tav said.

Raphael narrowed his eyes at her.

“You don’t live for as long as I have without having a keen sense for when someone is lying to you, my dear. Do you want to try again?” Raphael said.

“I am not lying,” Tav said stubbornly. “She didn’t want to leave him no matter how hard I tried to drag her out of the house. When someone is stupid enough to love someone so cruel and so evil, then they deserve to live, and die, with that choice. My mother did.”

Raphael was still studying her face with that smug expression. It was clear that he did not believe her, but he decided not to press the issue further.

“May I ask why you still hide your scars?” Raphael asked. “You won after all. The man who gave them to you is dead, so should you not wear them with pride?”

Tav shrugged.

“They look ugly, and they make people ask too many questions,” she said with a sigh. “And…I don’t want to be defined by what my father has done to me.”

Something indescribable flashed over Raphael’s feature at her last comment. It was gone in a second. Had it been on any other face than his, she would have said it looked like sympathy.

“Would it be awfully ill-mannered of me to ask if I could see those scars of yours?” Raphael asked.

“Why?” she asked.

“I’m simply curious,” he said. “There are no questions for me to ask since you have already told me your story. Your concern for your appearance is another matter, although I can assure you that it takes more than a few burn scars to rattle me.”

“I haven’t shown them to anyone in years,” Tav said.

“So why not now?” Raphael countered. “You know your fate is to stay in this house until I take what is mine. Why not go out as you are and not as who you pretend to be?”

Tav’s eyes narrowed at him.

“And who do I ‘pretend’ to be, Raphael?” she asked.

“Someone who is untouchable,” he said with a smirk. “Someone without scars, in both the literal and metaphorical sense.”

She huffed in annoyance, but then she got an idea.

“Fine…I’ll show you,” she said with a smile. “If you do something for me first.”

“Bargaining now, are we?” Raphael said and chuckled. “Usually, it’s me who makes the offers around here, mouse…What do you want?”

“An apology,” she said. “From the heart or…whatever you devils have. I want it to sound genuine.”

Raphael’s smug smile faltered.

“A what?” he asked.

“You heard me just fine,” Tav said. “I want an apology from you for almost killing me in my sleep.”

He took a deep breath and just looked at her for a moment. Then he growled in slight frustration.

“Fine. I apologize for losing control over my actions while I was asleep,” he said as if it physically hurt him to say so. “I am…sorry.”

“That could have been more genuine but…I’ll take it,” Tav said.

She took a deep breath to muster up the courage to remove the glamour from her face. Why did she even care? It was just Raphael…Still a part of her was afraid of showing that kind of vulnerability. Deep down she was scared that he might laugh or be disgusted with her.

She said the incantation and with a flick of her hand the glamour was gone. Her hand went to her face, and she felt her scars there for the first time in years. She did not look at his face because she was too worried of the reaction she might find there.

Raphael moved from the foot of the bed to her side, getting closer in order to get a better look. His clawed hand gently removed hers that were covering a part of her face. He then held her chin and turned her head slightly so he could see the scars better. Her eyes flicked to his face for a brief moment. He was simply looking and there did not seem to be any judgment in his eyes.

He turned her head, so she was looking at him straight on.

“Hm,” he hummed with a serious expression. “I think you should keep the glamour off. It suits you if I may be so bold to say so.”

“Alright, no need to lie about it,” Tav huffed and brushed his comment away. “I know how it looks.”

“I never lie, mouse,” he said, still holding her chin. “Except, of course, when I am forced to apologize about things I had no control over.”

He smirked and chucked her under the chin before getting up from the bed.

“We should try and get some sleep,” he said and held his hands out to her for her to take them. “Get up slowly.”

She did and her vision darkened slightly as she got to her feet. She swayed a bit, making Raphael hold an arm around her in case she should fall.

He got her into his bed and changed into his human form. Tav heard the snap and ‘poof’ of him transforming and looked at him over her shoulder.

“I am not eager to be woken up by you bleeding all over my expensive sheets again, so we will try this instead,” he said with a sigh and got into bed himself.

Raphael put his arms around her like he always did, but it felt so different. It felt so weirdly normal now that he was not in his devil form. As if they could have been a normal couple sleeping together and not a devil restraining his prisoner. Tav was not sure how to feel about it.

What became clear to her during the night, was that Raphael was not used to sleeping in his human form. He seemed to be sleeping a lot heavier than he usually would and he was also moving around a lot more, sometimes completely forgetting that he was supposed to hold Tav. He even snored, which she found oddly endearing. It did make sense that it would be a lot more freeing to sleep without the horns, wings, and tail always getting in the way.

In the morning, she even woke up before him for once. She found herself looking at him while he was sleeping. His hair was slightly tousled, and his expression looked so peaceful as he softly snored into his pillow.

She realized to her horror that this evil bastard was starting to grow on her…

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mysticmiav · 5 months

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I wanna talk about Inej cuz GOD I love her so much. Her intro scene is one that I think goes not talked about enough which I think is a crime against humanity and I WILL be making my case your honour so buckle up.

This concerns scenes from SoC as well as CK, so be warned, a load of spoilers ahead.

So in that first chapter of SoC we are introduced to this absolute badass of a girl. She walks silently, steals secrets and defies gravity. The name they call her? The Wraith. How badass is that? God spared yall (and maybe even me but especially my parents) cuz if I was still doing gymnastics I would've broken my ankle trying to be a fraction of as cool as she is cuz fuck you Newton and fuck your gravity laws.

She is smart and quick witted; the whole scene at the exchange, Kaz counting on her to take care of the second guard, knowing she'll figure it out and manage, and her indeed making it on time.

But no, not only that. This deadly storm of a girl not only holds this guard at knifepoint, saving Kaz's ass from an embarrassing plan gone awry, being shot and possibly even death. She goes on and says, and I quote, "I like it when men beg, but this isn't the time for it."

????? Weird way of asking for my hand in marriage but all the same, yes.

We get to see that deadly, fear-worthy side of her, we see how she's an actual threat people take into account, cue the slippery edges so as to make her climbs harder (fools really, as if some grease and oil would stop her of all things)

But as if that wasn't enough, we also learn of the beliefs she holds dear and her kindness. The way she hesitates about leaving Big Bol alone after everyone else leaves, torn on saving him, getting him help or putting him out of his misery, and ends up sparing him a parting prayer.

She's someone who's been through unimaginably lot of shit, never seemed to catch a break, from being literally ripped away from her family, sent across the ocean and sold to the menagerie, a never ending stream of painful and shameful experiences in her life as an indenture there, and then trading that life for one of killing and stealing, and despite it all, despite all she's gone through and all she's seen, she holds dearly to her faith, to her memories and her hopes of better days, of a world free from this kind of pain. Arguably even more so because of her experiences.

She wonders if her Saints would forgive her if she took Van Eck's life not out of necessity, but out of revenge. Either way, she was willing to spend a lifetime of repenting and take that chance.

But even beyond that, she's faithful beyond belief. Jan-if I ever commit a hate crime it'd be against this miserable excuse of a man-van Eck, while not having actually broken her legs (although his only reason for stopping being Inej's words) it was evident he was willing to, he was going to, and he made it clear he still might on the next day if she doesn't talk by then.

Fast forward to the one and only "I would have come for you, and if I couldn't walk, I'd crawl to you," scene (am combusting as well I know).

I find it to be heavily implied which lengths Inej was willing to go before Jan managed to draw a word out of her; her asking Kaz if he would have come for her when she couldn't scale walls or steal secrets for him anymore implies, in my opinion, what she already saw as the outcome of her captivity at Van Eck's hands. She already was thinking of that future, not just because of that growing, nagging doubt of her role in Kaz's life (whether she really was only an investment or if he'd cared in any way more than that about her), but also because no matter what, she wouldn't have given her crew away like that. She already made up her mind; she'd give that icky bastard some locations that had nothing to do with this, and Jan could break every bone in her body but will find no words of hers helpful, and I just worry of and for that girl.

She made that six-story high climb up a burning chimney with a tight time span, she climbed silos that are twenty storys high with an even tighter window of time, she walked a wire on that height and would've walked many more had things gone according to plan (thanks, Dunyasha), she climbed up shipping containers with a knife stabbed at her side, more or less to ensure she did her best for the crew that was counting on her. She would rather end it herself than find herself captive in those enemy's hands, this playing both into her loyalty as well as her history with captivity and what it meant for her.

She is the Wraith, with a reputation that proceeds her, and she also knows how crucial her skills are, how much her crew depends on her, how many of the plans center on and are weaved around her abilities, but she is also fully aware of her limits, fully acknowledging of her betters (Dunyasha you scare me, genuinely). She is religious and holds her faith very dear, but has made peace with the lives she's taken and will continue to take.

Many people see her as Dirtyhand's Wraith and fear her for her association with him, for his uses of her and the things she does at his bidding, but she is scary in her own light and I don't think people should fuck with that.

When she came for Pekka that night, carved in knife right above his heart, promised him a second slash if he thinks of coming back to Ketterdam, she made the once-proclaimed king of the barrel remember pain and fear.

And as if that didn't shake the man enough, she also made sure to replace his son's lion stuffed doll with a fucking crow, so that he'd see it when he inevitably ran to check in on his kid amidst his blood and panic. She gave this man enough mental damage to warrant endless psychiatric help and a lifetime of cowering, fear and paranoia (totally warranted am 100% in support)

She wears her heart on her sleeve; not in the sense of being naive, but in the sense of not being scared of displaying her emotions and thoughts. Her sentiments aren't random, because she always made it clear she cares for the people around her, she will go out of her way to protect them at her own expense and she will nurture those friendships she's built. Her suli subverbs and beliefs don't come off as a surprise, not to anyone around her and not to us as readers because she proudly displays her faith.

Many times, it felt like people, even Kaz, saw her faith as her weakness, something to be exploited, her sentiments something to poke fun at and use to taunt her with, but it's what makes her stronger. It's these thoughts and feelings that keep her going and keep her fighting. It's these friendships and heartfelt moments that she pushes herself over the edge for, and it's that dream just out of reach that rekindles her spirits even brighter than ever, and there's something so beautiful and heartwarming in it and about her that I can honestly spend this new year dissecting and talking about because am insufferable with a rotting hyperfixation. Why are you still here? Jkjk thankyou for reading this brain vomit of thoughts see you in my next tedtalk maybe. Btw if it wasn't glaringly clear I love SoC and Inej lol

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The Insincerity of the Stars

Suguru Getou

[Chapter 25] Moving On

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Pairing: Suguru Getou x f!Reader

Chapter Warnings: Angst, Mentions of Stabbing

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*Can't believe this is the end, I had so much fun writing this

Suguru doesn’t come to your apartment that night. You’re thankful for the loneliness because it helps you figure out what you want to do. You’re obviously going to leave him, but you’re not sure how. Do you want to leave town again, or do you want to stay and attempt to move on?

You work together, so leaving seems like the best option. But running away feels like what you always do. You learned that Suguru will find you anyway. Maybe you can move on, find someone new and start over right here. It also seems like a sweet method of revenge. Suguru watching as you move on. But that thought leaves your mind quickly. You don’t know if Suguru even cares for you, plus moving on just to get revenge isn’t good for you.

Thinking about yourself is what you should do. Getting revenge should be the last thing on your mind. Moving on with your life, and trying to be happy– Whether it’d be by yourself or with someone else, here or in the middle of nowhere.

The raging side of you wants to break it off the worst way possible. Have Suguru catch you cheating on him with some other guy, however, that won’t end well. You don’t want Suguru to look down on you for that, in fact, you want him to end things somewhat well so he’ll forever think about how severely he messed everything up. You’ll confront him, and that’s it. That’ll be the way you end things off.

Just thinking about it makes you feel as if your heart is about to beat out of your chest. Your blood boils while tears flood your eyes. You knew Suguru would mess up, just not like this. You never expected Suguru to betray you with another woman.

You can’t sleep that night, you toss and turn on your bed until the sun is nearly out again. That’s when your body can finally fall asleep. You wake up around four hours later, extremely tired but even more nervous about how you’ll deal with everything today. You know that he’ll show up here soon. He’ll show up, apologize for everything, and then ask what’s wrong. You can already hear him ask where your engagement ring is. Just that mere thought fuels you up, and you grip your toothbrush a little too hard when you brush your teeth.

You find it hard to get ready that morning, but you refuse to stay in your bed and cry for him. You won’t waste your day nor your tears on him.

You want to text Shoko, but you know better. She was opposed to the relationship since it began, so you doubt you’ll hear words that will make you feel better. You have no one to comfort you at this time, and it’d be one of the things that pain you the most, if it weren’t for the fact that your fiancée has literally been lying to you for the past six months. He’s becoming a father.

You sit on your couch, just looking out the window. Feeling lifeless. You shouldn’t even be feeling like this because you swore you were ready to take it when Suguru would screw up again.

You’re so lost that you fail to hear the door open. You feel him kiss the top of your head, and you feel nauseous. You regret giving him a spare key to your place.

“Good morning, my love. How are you doing?” Suguru asks, and your jaw clenches. He takes a seat next to you, and he grabs your left hand. He immediately notices your engagement ring missing, you never take it off. “Where’s your ring? Did you forget to put it on?”

“I gave it away.” You answer, not bothering to look at him while you take your hand back. Just touching him makes you want to puke. You have to scoot away from him because he’s too close for your liking, and his cologne is a pungent smell. “I was thinking about selling it and going on a nice vacation, but I saw this homeless woman and thought about how she needs it more than me. I have enough money to go on a vacation.”

“What? Are you crazy? That was my mother’s ring. A very expensive ring, dare I tell you.” Suguru sounds agitated when you respond. You stand up and begin to walk to your bedroom. He stands up and begins to follow.

“Yeah, I know it’s expensive. That’s why I gave it away.” You nonchalantly reply. You begin to look through your drawers for your scissors, and when you find it, you go through your closet. You pick Suguru’s clothes and begin to cut them up, and Suguru’s eyes widen.

“What the hell has come over you?” He asks, trying to take the scissors out of your hands when he sees you cutting up one of his favorite shirts. It’s why you picked that one to start on. “What the hell?!”

“Over me? I’m fine, Suguru!” You raise your voice when he takes the scissors out of your hand. You push him away since he stands too close to you, “What the hell is wrong with you?! You really thought I wouldn’t find out?!”

“Find out what?” Suguru questions, attempting to act confused but you can’t buy it. Even if you tried, you couldn’t. Your bottom lip quivers and you can’t even look at him. You’re not going to break down in front of him, “Find out what?!”

“Don’t play dumb, Suguru! I’m so fucking tired of your shit. Why did you get back with her?! Is this some kind of joke to you?!” You yell at him, and Suguru freezes. He’s been caught. “You know what? Congratulations. You’re becoming a father.”

“Baby… Please. Let’s talk about it.” Suguru changes his voice so it’s so much more gentle. He takes a seat on the side of your bed, scratching his head. “It’s not what you think–”

“That baby is yours, isn’t it?” You ask him. Suguru doesn’t respond until you raise your voice, repeating the same question, “That baby is yours, isn’t it, Suguru?!”

“Yes! It’s mine but–” He begins but you cut him off as you laugh in utter disbelief.

“Take your stuff and leave. You’re a fucking idiot. What were you even planning on doing in marrying me? Were you planning on leaving me at the altar?” You question, your voice breaking as you speak. This is much harder than you thought. Suguru just thinks of what to say, and the silence slowly kills you. “Answer!”

He grabs your hand and pulls you closer to him, before wrapping his arms around your waist. You try to push him away, but he won’t let you. “Let go of me, Suguru.”

“I love you so much, please…” He begins and your hands go to his face, only for your nails to dig into his skin. It hurts him, but he isn’t going to complain when bigger issues are on his plate. “Please… You’re the love of my life. I wanted to get married fast so we could move away and forget about everyone and everything here. I landed a job in a town that’s two hours away, and that was going to be my excuse. Let’s move away and pretend as if nothing happened.”

“Suguru, you cheated on me. You don’t understand how big that is. I can’t just look past that.” You respond, a million thoughts flooding your head. “How can I even trust you after you left me last night just to meet up with her? Who do you even love?”

“I love you. Just you. I’d die without you. Let’s just move away.” His voice is so soft while speaking to you. He looks up at you, his eyes so tender, and there’s a spark behind them. He isn’t lying, but at this point what the hell do you know.

“Move away? You’re becoming a father… What are you planning on doing? Abandoning your child?” You’re baffled. You furrow your eyebrows while looking down on him, as you remove your fingernails from his face. You’d almost feel bad for the bit of blood that comes out, but Suguru deserves that and more “Abandoning your child for what?”

“I love you. You’re the only person I need in my life. I’m sure he’d grow up fine without me.” He responds.

“I’m the only person you need?” You scoff. “Then why did you go back to her when we started dating? Don’t fucking lie to me.”

“My mother asked me to! She asked me to see her for a while and see if I wanted to get back with her. I was planning on leaving her after a month or two but she got… Pregnant.” He ends up confessing. “But we can leave, baby. Just me and you. We’re all we need. We can start our own little family somewhere else and–”

Instead of cutting him off by speaking, you cut him off by spitting on his face. When he feels your saliva on his nose, running down, he can’t speak. He finally lets go of you and wipes it off. “You’re an idiot if you think I’m ever starting a family with you.”

You begin to look through the closet again, picking out his clothes and throwing them on the floor. He stands up and gets in front of you before getting on his knees, tears welling up in his eyes and they spill when he begins to talk.

“Please… We can work this out.” He begins and instead of throwing the clothes on the floor, you throw them directly at him. You’re trying your best to make it hurt. “Can we please talk about it?”

“Suguru, if you’re not out of this apartment in five minutes–” You pick up the scissors that he tossed aside. “I’m stabbing you.”

“Baby, please… Let’s give it some time.”

Suguru wasn’t out of your apartment in those five minutes, and you stuck to your word. He ended up going on a trip to the hospital with a pair of scissors in his abdomen. A random pair of scissors he ran into, magically; or at least that’s what he told the doctor and nurses. His now ex-fiancée had nothing to do with it.

Afterwards he tries to talk to you about it, but you refuse to see him. You don’t share an office anymore so ignoring him is fairly easy. He tries to tell you how much he loves you, then he tries to guilt trip you. This time he realizes he’s lost you, and it pains him more than anything.

His last attempt to talk to you is by leaving the ultrasound picture of your baby, a picture he has carried around for years. In the back he wrote the name he wanted for the baby, and then how much he loved you. How he needed to talk to you so desperately. But it didn’t work.

On the contrary, you were gone the very next day.

Five years go by, and Suguru just looks out the window, hoping that he’ll see you again. He hopes to randomly see you, but he doubts that he’ll ever find you in the suburbs. He still holds onto that hope though.

He’s a father now, and he’s also married. He wishes he could say he loves his life the way it turned out, but he truly doesn’t. If it weren’t for his son, he’d absolutely hate it. He doesn’t like his home life, so he spends most of his time working. He adores his son, but Suguru holds this resentment– Which isn’t his child’s fault, but often he wonders what could’ve been. He wonders where he’d be right now if he had gotten to marry you. If you had chosen to leave with him.

Whenever Suguru gets home, he tries to do so as quietly as possible. He doesn’t like drawing the attention to him to then be bombarded by questions by his wife. None of them about his day, just nagging about things he has to do. It feels like he married his mother, and he hates it. He often thinks about getting a divorce, but that’s just dumb. He’s lost everything, he might as well stick with this.

“Daddy!” Suguru hears, and he smiles. That’s all Suguru has. He picks up the five-year-old that comes running to him, and Suguru kisses his forehead.

“How are you? How was your day?” Suguru asks, and as soon as he says that, he hears his name. A sigh escapes his lips before he puts his son down on the floor. “What?!”

“You got some mail!” His wife yells from the kitchen, and Suguru walks to the kitchen. He goes to the counter and grabs the opened envelopes. There’s truly no privacy in the house, and he hates it. “Who is Shoko?”

“Shoko?” Suguru responds, furrowing his eyebrows. He looks for the envelope that might have something containing anything from Shoko. He finds it, and he finds a wedding invitation. He feels his heart stop, thinking that you’re getting married to Shoko. But he sees the other name, and it’s not yours. “She’s an old friend…”

“Really? How long ago because I’ve never heard of her and she’s sending you a wedding invitation.” She says, making Suguru sigh. He wonders why she’s doing this. Shoko hasn’t bothered to communicate with him in the past five years. She doesn’t have to show off anything since she isn’t marrying you so… Why did she decide to send an invitation? “Suguru? Aren’t you going to answer? Don’t you think I forgot that little stunt you pulled while I was pregnant.”

“Shut up, you’re so irritating. I just got home.” Suguru ends up walking away. His brain is going a thousand miles an hour. He reads the invitation over and over again while he walks to the living room, and his son follows behind him. His son sits down beside him on the couch.

“What’s that, daddy?”

“Just got something from an old friend, buddy. Nothing fun.”

Suguru decides to go to Shoko’s wedding. He has nothing to lose, and he came to the conclusion that maybe he’ll see you there. Maybe he can convince you to leave with him this time. It’s been five years, you’re definitely less mad than before. Although his plan isn’t so easy. His wife wants to join him.

His plan seems nearly impossible to accomplish when he doesn’t see you in the ceremony. You’re not the other bride, and he doesn’t see you sitting around anywhere. His wife sees how he’s searching for something, but she doesn’t get any kind of answer when she asks what he’s looking for.

At the reception is when he finally sees you. Looking as beautiful as ever, wearing a navy blue dress that’s outshined by the beautiful diamonds on your neck, your wrist and your ears. His heart skips a beat, and he feels his face get warm. And then he realizes that Shoko arranged for you to sit together. It feels like Shoko and the universe are on his side.

You blatantly ignore him when you take a seat, and that’s what he focuses on until the blond man takes a seat beside you and kisses your cheek. His wife is glaring at you, remembering you as clearly as yesterday, while Suguru holds back tears realizing that you’ve moved on. But then he thinks about Hiromi and how he managed to scare Hiromi away, why can’t he do that with this fool.

“Kento, I have to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” You stand up and begin to walk away. Suguru takes a hint, or he thinks he does and ends up standing up. He’s thinking about his engagement party, and the very fun events which he thinks about way too often.

Suguru walks into the bathroom, and locks the door behind him so no one else can come in. You’re the only one occupying a stall. When you finish using the bathroom, your eyes widen when you see Suguru leaning against the sinks, waiting for you. You begin to wash your hands, trying your best to ignore him.

“You look really beautiful tonight.” Suguru says, and you ignore him as you wash your hands. You promised yourself that you wouldn’t talk to him ever again, even if it’s been five years since you left him again. But you have so many questions.

“Meet me outside in an hour or so.” You tell him while drying your hands, and he holds back a smile.

Suguru waits outside, his hands in his pockets as he looks around for you. It’s the beginning of summer, so he doesn’t mind waiting outside because it’s warm. He hears the distant sound of the music that comes from the inside but it’s overshadowed by the sound of crickets. He takes a deep breath and looks up at the night sky.

“Hi…” He hears, and that’s when he sees you. With your date right beside you. Suguru weakly smiles as he greets you two. Your lips kiss your date before you tell him, “I’ll be back inside in a minute, baby. I promise it’ll be okay.”

Kento cups your face and kisses your lips, leaving his lips on yours for a long moment so Suguru will take the hint. Suguru doesn’t have all night, he told his wife that he needed a moment, and he knows she’ll be out here in a couple of minutes to bother him. Kento pulls away and walks away.

“Is he your boyfriend?” Suguru questions and you furrow your eyebrows at the question. Mainly because his initial thought was that Kento was a boyfriend and not your husband.

“Husband.” You answer. “I just wanted to see how you’ve been..” You lie. You don’t really care. You just want to see where he’s at in life, and the petty side of you wants to see if you’ve won. Although that’s not something you can measure. And maybe you want to brag. “How’s your wife? Your kid?”

“They’re… Fine.” Suguru replies. He can’t ask you to leave with him now because he’ll get rejected. He does have a question though, “Do you… hate me? I mean you did stab me and after that I never heard from you– Not that I didn’t give you a reason to hate me.”

“Hmm… I don’t.” You respond. “For a long time I thought I did. But then I met Kento. I got a mother-in-law who loves me. A husband who used to put me above anyone else. I thought I still hated you until I got married, and on my wedding night I realized that if it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have met the love of my life.”

“He used to put you above everything?” Suguru asks, sticking to one part of all you said. He’s trying to paint Kento in a bad light. “What happened? Shouldn’t he always put you above–”

“We had kids. We had our daughter and then our son. He puts them above everyone and everything else. I want him to. I don’t need a man that puts a woman above his own kid.” You interrupt him, and Suguru bites down on his lip, knowing that your last sentence is meant to criticize him.

“You’re a mother now? Congratulations. That’s so nice to hear.” He feels the tears welling up in his eyes, feeling hurt that you’ve moved on. Hypocritical. He chews on the inside of his cheek before he blurts out, “Are you happy?”

“I never thought I could ever be so happy.” You smile. “How about you?”

“No.” He ends up shaking his head, his voice breaking and a tear escaping his eye. You end up pouting, almost feeling bad for him. You wrap your arms around him and he returns your hug. You pat his back while he says, “I miss you so much. I love you. I hate life without you.”

“Aw…” You say, holding back on smirking, knowing that in the end you won. “This is what you chose Suguru. Maybe you should’ve thought twice before deciding to make your mother happy.”

“I know, baby. I know. I think about you all the time. About our life.” He tells you as you pull away from the hug, and he tries to hang on because he’s not ready to let go.

“Shouldn’t you be happy? In the end you’ve made your mother happy by marrying her.” You respond, holding back on smiling. “This is what you chose. You should be happy. I know I’m over the moon with what I chose.”

“I just… I miss you so much.”

“I know.” You tell him. “I should get back inside. Kento is waiting for me. Plus, I promised Shoko I’d dance with her.”

“Okay…” Suguru awkwardly says, watching as you walk away. He tries to stop the tears before walking back inside, and while he does so, his wife walks out.

“Why– Are you okay?” She notices how he wipes away his tears.

“I love her.”

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Hit The Road

Chapter Six

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Summary: You are a hunter of supernatural beings who is forced to experience a new reality: being a vampire. The only thing stronger than your thirst for blood is your thirst for revenge.

Author's note: the characters mentioned here were created by Kevin Williamson and Julie Plec, based on the book series of the same name by author L. J. Smith. They don't belong to me. That said, this fanfic will be short. This fanfic may address scenes of violence, inappropriate language and adult content. Minors should not interact with this story.

Running might not have been the best option, you admit. Or maybe it was the best option, just not for someone who doesn't know where they are. Mystic Falls could easily be Lost Falls. Another terrible idea was stealing a car instead of using your super speed. You have no idea who this car is, you just needed to get away from the Salvatores as quickly as possible. When you locate the city bar you feel like you can relax at least a little. But that doesn't last long, because apparently Damon doesn't understand the notion of you having a moment alone.

"Do you usually run away from other people's houses like you're crazy, or is it just mine?" Damon seems to be angry, which you try to ignore.

"I need a drink, preferably a strong double or triple one." You ask the bartender, ignoring Damon's presence, as honestly, he was the last person you wanted to face right now.

"Do you want to tell me what's wrong with you?" Damon questions, arching his eyebrows and staring at you as you drink whatever strong concoction the bartender handed you. You then order a beer from the bartender, who says he'll get it for you. You reach into your pants pocket for payment, and when you're about to pay, Damon is behind the counter. Obviously, he'll do anything to get your attention, including manipulating the bartender to serve tables while he takes care of the bar.

"Damon, could you leave me alone for the next few hours?" You ask, grabbing the beer that Damon is holding out of his hands.

He looks at you in a different way, as if he wants to understand you but you're making it difficult. Before he can say anything, a blonde woman calls his name, and both of you turn to see who it is.

"Does Elena know you're serving other women as a pastime, or is it another dirty secret of Damon Salvatore?" The blonde says with a certain arrogance. You observe her and then turn to look at Damon, who has a mischievous smile on his face.

"Caroline Forbes and her presumptions. You, better than anyone, should know that I don't owe explanations to Elena anymore, just as she doesn't owe me anything. Now, if you're done playing the curious Barbie, you can go back to taking care of your own life." Damon says sarcastically. It seems he has some familiarity with Caroline, whom you imagine is a friend of Elena. You find yourself thinking that maybe it would have been better never to have sought out Damon.

"It's part of my life to ensure that one of my best friends has a decent boyfriend, as much as possible. I don't like that it's you, but if you're going to be, at least be worthy of her." Caroline says. You feel uncomfortable, as if you're a person tainted on the inside. I mean, you had a fling with two brothers, and now you're interfering in the love life of one of them, which doesn't seem right.

"If you claim to be her best friend, you know that she and I are no longer together. Now, it's important to respect each other's choices and boundaries." Damon seems almost sensible saying that, putting Caroline in an awkward position. You simply observe them, thinking that Elena must mean a lot to both of them.

"Look, I don't know you, and I have no idea why you know this guy, but understand that all women are like puzzles to him. Once he's done putting you together, he'll discard you and move on to another game." Caroline warns you. She looks directly at you, as if she wants to seriously warn you; Damon seems a bit upset by what she said. You shake your head as if you don't know what to say. Caroline leaves like a storm about to erupt. Without saying anything, you head towards the exit.

"Are you really going to ignore me?" Damon says, following you after several attempts to get your attention by calling your name. You get into the car, which, by the way, might even be his, and he joins you, taking the passenger seat.

"Do you think we made a mistake getting romantically involved with each other?" You look at Damon, seeking answers in his gaze. The atmosphere in the car becomes tense, laden with the uncertainty of what the shared past might mean for the present.

"Maybe we were a mistake, but you're definitely not a regret for me. Even if you don't remember what you mean to me." Damon says. You don't know how to react.

"Did you know that Stefan and I had an affair?" You ask Damon. You have to make sure he has no idea what you're talking about.

"You told me, right before this all happened. I wasn't happy about it but you know my situation with Elena so I can't criticize you for it." Damon says looking at you with a certain annoyed look. You wonder if he cares about you enough to not want to share you with Stefan.

"What if my destiny is to love your brother?" You ask, unsure if you even want an answer from Damon. The truth is, you don't know who you love, don't know who you truly want – you only know that being close to the Salvatore brothers makes you feel... alive.

"You once told me that your destiny only depended on you." He replies subtly. I guess this situation must be commonplace for him. Have I never truly loved him, or have I loved him too much?

You looked at him as if you understood what he's trying to convey. And then, you realize something is in front of the car. A werewolf, in the middle of the road. It's alone and seems angry. The curious thing is that you didn't notice the werewolf before crashing the car into it. The werewolf gets angry and starts attacking the car with me and Damon inside. You know that a werewolf's bite on a vampire is lethal. So you fear, dying or watching Damon die. The car crash thankfully only caused superficial injuries Damon seems more concerned with seeing if I'm okay with protecting himself. And for a moment you black out, being flooded with yet another vision.

"Can you do it or not?" You ask the mysterious woman in front of you, she looks at you with a look full of doubt.

"Not that I don't understand why you want to erase Damon and Stefan from your head but don't think it's a bit radical?" The woman says looking at you, while you two are in that same cabin in the middle forest.

"Bonnie I just want to know if you can do it or not. I don't need a therapy session, I need my biggest weakness outside of myself." You look honestly exhausted, like you're at your limit.

"There could be consequences if you regain your memory, bad things could happen. Are you sure you want me to do this?" Bonnie asks, holding her mother. You try to think that anything is better to be a hunter who fell in love with two vampires.

"I am sure." You respond as you see the woman pick up an old book from the small table near the cabin's entrance. Everything goes dark after that, you just feel unbearable pain.

Pain makes you regain the consciousness that had been lost. When you wake up, you see blood running down your arm and you feel something burn inside you. Your blurred vision doesn't let you see anything other than Stefan's face. You're relieved to see him but immediately panic when you see your arm completely. You were bitten by a werewolf and worse, Damon is nowhere you can see.

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2023 September Update

Another month and another batch of exciting tales of possessions, body swaps, bodysuits, and transformations. It’s an early Spooktember because September brought “👻Ghostly Possessions👻” for monthly themed stories. Ghosts rise from the dead and return to mortal coils by possessing bodies. Read stories of a dead grandfather who can’t bear to see his grandson become a submissive twink so he possessed his grandson’s body. Or the tale of a ghost who possessed the twins who made his life miserable. Read the following themed stories below! Read these stories on this link.

🔒🔞 Revenge on the Twins Although unrelated to his death, Trent rose from the dead to take vengeance on the twin assholes who made his life difficult. #Possession #Ghost #Caucasian #Stories

🔒🔞 Back from the Grave I thought the memories we had together would fade eventually. But even in death, my ex-boyfriend still haunts me. I didn't want to believe it, but the strange behaviors of my co-workers all point to the fact that he is here. #Possession #Ghost #Caucasian #Stories

🔒🔞 My Grandson’s a Twink "I ain't letting my grandson turn into a twink" #Possession #Ghost #Caucasian #Twink #Stories

🔒🔞 Sorry Saying apologies could lead you to the right ass. #Possession #Ghost #Caucasian #Stories

🔒🔞 Closer to You Commissioned by: Bodyhopper Peter, friendless, alone, and with his only family six feet underground, longs for a better life than the one he has. All would change when he meets Nathan and his loving family. Their friendship would soon turn sinister as Peter becomes envious of the life Nathan was taking for granted. "Life could be better," Peter whispers. It could and it will, thanks to the magic book that would let him steal Nathan's life. #Possession #Caucasian #Asian #Racial Change #Ghost #Series

CHAPTER I: Bleak Beginnings

CHAPTER II: Slow Possession

CHAPTER III: A Permanent Decision

CHAPTER IV: Life could be Better

Themed Shorts

🔒🔞 Internet Possession

🔒🔞 Splitting his Soul

✅🔞 Don’t Piss the Dead

🔒🔞 It’s Hard Again

🔒🔞 Neanderthal

🔒🔞 Arrested

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🔒🔞 The Town Where I Can Do Anything Commissioned by: Bodstart Follow Alex in his continued escapades in Millfield, USA. In this sequel, a detective slowly becomes aware of the strange things happening around town. Little did he know, this suspicion would bring Alex closer to him and his family. This suspicion is an aberration, and Zorik may need outside help to fix it. #Possession #Alien #Caucasian #Series

CHAPTER I: Suspicion

CHAPTER II: Squeezing into this Family

CHAPTER III: The House Party

✅🔒🔞 Renting to Muscleheads Commissioned by: Valagon37 Delve into the life of Gerald, a contractual body swapper, as he offers body-swapping services to bodybuilders seeking a break from their strict routines. One frequent client is Devin, a famous Filipino bodybuilder in Canada. As the summer vacation sets in, they find themselves in each other’s bodies throughout the one-week holiday. Gerard continues Devin’s life of being a famous bodybuilding vlogger while Devin enjoys his vacation in Gerard’s body. #Body Swap #Racial Change #Asian #Caucasian #Hunk #Series

CHAPTER I: Sunday - Transaction

CHAPTER II: Monday - Gym Livestream

CHAPTER III: Tuesday - Gym With Andrew

CHAPTER IV: Wednesday - Personal Leisure

CHAPTER V: Thursday - Fashion Photoshoot

CHAPTER VI: Friday - Gym Livestream

CHAPTER VII: Saturday - Party

CHAPTER VIII: Sunday - Fun's End

🔒🔞 Sergey’s Skin Artem takes great delight in pleasing himself inside the skinsuit of his cousin, Sergey. #Bodysuit #European #Stories

🔒🔞 Wars and Bodysuits “I must say. The last batch of suits was the best your company has provided me.” #Bodysuits #Caucasian #Stories

🔒🔞 Fugitive in the Area As the brother's vehicle rolled to a stop at the officer's behest, Jon assumed this was his chance to reveal that his older brother was possessed. Little did he know, it was the worst decision he could make at that moment. #Possession #Brothers #Incest #Stories

🔒🔞 Fucked by a Hobo Do you know the sheer intensity of how hobos could fuck you? These men have been deprived of sex of years, some even decades. They turn into feral beasts the moment you invite them for sex. Of course, I'm not desperate enough to get fucked by hobos, but I am desperate enough to get fucked by men with their wild nature. That was why I had an old stinking hobo who catcalled me and had him possess my older brother. #Possession #Caucasian #Stories

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✅🔞 Military Tradition [Possession]

✅ The Alien’s Final Gift [Possession]

✅ Out Cold [Possession]

✅ Free Muscle [Possession]

🔒🔞 Instructor [Body Swap]

🔒🔞 Push Deeper [Possession]

🔒🔞 Tender Fuck [Possession]

✅🔒🔞 Smoke [Possession]

Videos

🔒🔞 Find Someone Else to Possess Sorry, pal. This body is occupied. I know it sucks to find another ghost possessing your boyfriend's body. #Possession #Ghost #Videos

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better than revenge | chapter six: twelve days of christmas

Summary: Flashback, spending your winter break with Mattheo Riddle.

Mattheo Riddle x Reader

Warning: smut, 18+ minors dni, fluff. Smut is just short and not detailed given the format of this chapter so lower your expectations haha.

Author's note: If you read this as part two of chapter three and discard the rest, Mattheo will continue to be your boyfriend. No heartbreak.

I wanted to try writing in a different format where I can showcase how your relationship with Mattheo developed over the course of winter break in just one chapter. It was fun writing this!

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I just wish I could forget when it was magic.

Day 1: Brand new day

“Good morning sunshine,” Mattheo says in a sleepy voice. I blink, why is there a boy beside me in bed? Memories of last night return - of broken bones, healing spells, and snarky comments. “How do you feel?” I ask, noting the absence of yesterday’s cuts and scrapes. “Never been better,” he smiles, rising from bed. “To thank you, my kind savior, I must take you out for tea and biscuits. Or hot chocolate, if you prefer.” I narrow my eyes in distrust, “why are you being nice to me?” “We got off on the wrong foot yesterday,” he explains, “on account of all the bleeding. But today is a new day. Let’s start over?”

Day 2: Stargazing

“Riddle, you’ll be the death of me! You can’t just apparate me everywhere!” “I wanted to show you the view from the roof,” he says, laying down the blanket he brought along. I look around and gasp at the panoramic view of moonlit castles and bodies of water, flames flickering in the winter air. “It gets even better,” he smiles at my amazement, “look up.” I lay down beside him and marvel at the twinkling stars. He leans in, “if you stare long enough, you could pretend you’re floating among the stars.” I look at him then and at his quiet smile. He has no idea his eyes reflect the same beauty he tries to impress me with.

Day 3: Chocolate vices

“Do you want one?” He asks, offering me a cigarette. “No thanks, I actually like my lungs.” He snickers, “hey, it helps me relax.” “It’s okay, I’m not judging you.” “So no vices at all?” He asks, “alcohol, drugs, whatever?” “Nope, I don’t like feeling out of control. But does chocolate count? I have a notoriously sweet tooth.”

Day 4: Snow bombs

“Take this!” I say, hurling a ball of snow at Mattheo. It catches him square at his shoulder. “Oh you’re going to regret that,” he says, picking up a pile of snow. I run away but he manages to catch my leg. I duck behind a statue, gathering the next snowball.

Day 5: A quiet day

“This is all your fault,” he says, sniffling into the tissue. I sneeze in response. “We’ve already taken the potion, we’ll be fine by tomorrow.” I snuggle deeper into the blanket, fighting the fever chill in my bones. Mattheo tucks me in his arms. “Come here, we’ll keep each other warm.”

Day 6: Pillow thoughts

“Why do I keep waking in bed with you?” Mattheo asks. “Then stop sleeping beside me,” I wave him off, sleep clouding my mind. I don’t want to, he thinks.

Day 7: Cold hands, warm hearts

“Merry Christmas!” I beam brightly at Mattheo, placing a neatly wrapped present in his hand. “Um, it’s not yet Christmas?” He states, turning the package over in his hands. “Open it!” I urge. “It’s tradition with my mum to give presents early back when she was around. So you have more time to enjoy them.” “Um, thank you.” He tears the package open and wraps the emerald green scarf around him. “Nice and warm, did you make this?” I nod, “with magic!” I wave my wand around. “Do you like it?” He’s quiet for a few moments. “Yes! It’s just…it’s the first time I’ve received a Christmas present. The dark lord doesn’t really do Christmas, it’s why I’m here at winter break.” he waves his hands awkwardly. “We can make it a yearly tradition?” “I’d like that,” he smiles.

Day 8: For the love of eggs

She swore she would never fall in love. Not after seeing what it did to others. Love is all consuming, it takes everything and leaves you hollow when it’s gone. But sitting across him, eating eggs for breakfast, she didn’t think it would be so bad.

Day 9: Frigid hazards

He watched her skate across the pond, hair flying in the wind. She once said he would be the death of her. He thinks it’s the opposite.

Day 10: A flower blooms in winter

“Can I kiss you?” I ask Mattheo. His face lights up. “It would be my pleasure.”

Day 11: Maybe it’s worth the risk

“Will you be my girlfriend?” “I thought you’d never ask.”

Day 12: Never have I ever before

“Mattheo, please,” I beg. “Please what, baby? Use your words,” he commands. “I need to feel you.” I gasp. “Breathe, angel. It’s okay, you can take it.” I nod, gripping the sheets and feel myself adjust to him. “Good girl, you’re doing so well.” He laces his fingers through mine and kisses my lips, moving into me again. “We’ll start slow, we’ve got all night.”

Christmas Day: On thin ice

“Matty, I’m scared.” “What’s wrong, love?” His brow furrows. “I want this, I want you. But so many things can go wrong,” I say, waving my hands around. “Don’t worry,” he says, brushing my hair from my face. “I won’t hurt you.” “Promise?” “Promise.”

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A/N: We're just three chapters away from the canon ending, then there will be a bonus alt ending. Stay tuned!

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What your favorite Six of Crows ship says about you

inspired by this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ns_7ax-i3DE&list=PLZKnRTyUP15ZC04zScew3pmDG8ZaKno_M&index=12 and the other serie s of videos

Kanej: You crave a romance with the yearning of a period drama but also want to create unstoppable chaos while holding hands

Helnik: Your thing is enemies to lovers as long as it pays off with tons of fluff afterwards (also chapter 40 doesn’t exist)

Wesper: You like ships with the versatility of working in any possible au…And you may have anxiety and/or self steem issues

Hanina: You favorite aesthetic is either royalty core or cottage core

Matthias/Nina/Hanne: you just want Nina to be happy and fuck the fjerdans in all senses

Kuwei/Jesper : you just wanted good things for Kuwei (and really, who wouldn’t?)

Ninej: Your love language is physical touch, sharing sweets and slaying together

Kazper: You have a secret crush on someone in your life or you love buddy cop comedies

Kaz/Nina: You though the books were written by Sarah J Maas

Inej/Jesper: You believe in friends to lovers supremacy , but keep it to yourself to avoid toxic responses that you clearly don’t deserve

Matthias/Kaz : You don’t like enemies to lovers, you like enemies WHILE lovers (or you just wish Wesper went harder with their hostility phase)

Wylan/Kuwei: same as above , but more like a passive aggressive kind of hostility

Nina/Jesper: you have a crush on one or both and since you can’t have them you just make the most bi couple to ever bi

Jesper/Matthias: Probably shipped Bert and Ernie in your childhood before knowing what shipping was

Kaz/Wylan : Your thing is corruption and revenge stories, also hate the Dad!Kaz thing

Inej/ Matthias: You just don’t understand why short people with tall partners will beg to get lifted instead of climbing over them and obliterate them

Wylan/Matthias: You don’t actually ship them, you are just a Kazper shipper who doesn’t want Wylan to be sad

Alinej: Your thing is bodyguard au! (Also totally your choice but you should consider Alina x Tamar)

Zonej: There is a surprising lack of positive desi women representation on YA literature, so you said “alright i’ll do it myself”

Nina/ Nikolai : You are heterosexual

Nikolai/Kaz: 🎼 two bastards are better than one, is twice the cringe 🎶

Kaz/Anika: You tried to get into Kaz x reader but you didn’t feel y/n had enough personality for your taste

Kaz/Imogen: You want to see more of this girl, you also dig lost love tragedies when the main characters doesn’t end up together

Kaz/Saskia: you don’t exist

Anya x Joost: you wouldn’t survive a single A song of ice and fire book

Aditi x Colm: You are a textbook hopeless romantic

Colm x Marya: you are so lost in the thought of second love chances, that you didn’t thought the implications of wesper becoming step brothers

Marya x Alys: you are so lost on the thought of destroying Jan Van Eck that you didn’t thought the implications that Alys is probably at least twenty years younger

Jan Van Eck x Death:I respect your opinions but i seriously don’t get it,death is clearly too good for him

Inej/Dunyasha: You love enemies to lovers in theory, but in practice you would rather they just stay on the enemies stage

Important: i had the link saved since this was on drafts and didn’t remember it gets you to a hp video themed since is the first one on the reproduction list, i recommend skip the video if you can’t stand anything related to jk rowling

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Pairing: Izzy Hands x gn!reader

Synopsis: Upon saving your life, Izzy Hands also unknowingly stole your heart. Will you ever be brave enough to admit your feelings or will the spark that burns between you eventually fizzle out, if not stoked into flames of passion?

A/N: Welcome to the first of what I hope will be a multi-chaptered fanfiction. It's my first time properly writing on here, so go easy on me! I'm still trying to find my footing with formatting and the like. I will update the Masterlist as I go along! I'm not totally sure how to make one, but I've made it this far, so hopefully, it works!

Content Warning: Canonical violence, gore, and discussions surrounding the reader's difficult past. This series will be 18+, so minors dni. Go away (politely).

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The sea was a cruel mistress. Beautiful in all her oceanic glory but as quick changing in temperament as the weather. From clear blue skies to perilous storms- there was no deciphering her moods, only surviving her continuous whims. But blessed had she been to you.

Perhaps she had conspired with the fates, whispered in their ear and asked them to favour you, as you travelled the seven seas with your found family. For life prior to your time on board the Revenge had been a different kind of survival. Just one, big never-ending fight, for food and shelter, that left you mentally- and more frequently than you cared to recollect- physcially battered and bruised. Though you were made of sterner stuff, even the most adept pirate had their limits.

And the day you had reached your own, good fortune had smiled upon you, as you were introduced to one, Israel Hands. Well, introduced might have been too polite a word. It's connotation suggests that you both met under usual circumstances and exchanged pleasantries, when the reality of the situation had been anything but pleasant.

Another day of surviving for your life had taken on a new meaning that dreadful Tuesday. You were doing more than just fighting for scraps and offcuts, you were struggling to keep your own entrails contained within your own abdomen. Rivers of red bled out from your failing form, as others equally destitute, viewed your fading self as one less hungry mouth to compete against. One less person taking up residence in a barn or abandoned shack. You thought your life over in that moment, as you felt your consciousness wash in and out like the waves that lapped at the nearby port.

You never really had the confidence to ask Izzy what it was exactly that moved him so much to take pity upon you but something in that dank alleyway had stirred within the silver-haired pirate's chest, as he had caught sight of your bloodied disposition.

Your remembrance of being brought back upon the deck of the Revenge was hazy at best but then, severe blood loss and copious amounts of rum for the pain would cause amnesia in the most sound of mind. The only snippets of memory that you still possessed, all involved the First Mate. The vague feeling of leather brushing against your cheek, as he carried you towards the port. The sensation of a hand in yours, as the cook-slash-medic crudely stitched you back together again. That was all you still retained from that horrific time. Still, you treasured the memories, keeping them close in your heart.

No, you would not ask the pirate to recount the full tale of what had occurred the day you were found. That was all in the past now. A distant speck on the horizon of your life's story. You had moved onto better things and your prospects were much brighter now.

Life on the Revenge was by no means easy but having a wonderful crew and somewhat sane co-captains was a farcry from where you had been only six months prior. You now had people you could call friends. Hell, you considered them to be family and they, you. You were loved and also loved in return. For the first time in your tragic history of existence, you had found a home in the group of misfits. A strong sense of belonging. You were safe. Well, as safe as one could be as a pirate.

Not that you ever worried too much when on raids. If your past was anything to go by, you could look adter yourself well enough in the midst of a fight. Though you lacked skill, you were ruthless in your attacks. However, as per the co-captain's orders, you were generally buddied up with someone more skilled than yourself. More often than not, such a responsibility fell upon the shoulders of the Revenge's beloved First Mate. Not that you were complaining. No, seriously, not even a peep!

Unfortunately for you, it had not escaped the attention of your closest friends, Lucius and Oluwande that, you never complained, in fact, about being paired up with the- quite frankly- cantankerous arsehole. It was almost if you, they dare thought, enjoyed his company. The absolute horror! Despite their teasing at your expense, most of the crew. Nay! All of the crew, were rooting for you both.

It was just a waiting game now of when you and Izzy would recognise your feelings for one another. Wee John had money on it being within the next month. Whereas Archie guessed it would be at least another six months but who was to say? Only time would tell.

If the way you were staring forlornly at the First Mate, when you were supposed to be helping Jim scrub the deck, was any indication then maybe Wee John was not totally off the mark with his prediction. You could not help yourself. The opalescent sky, brought to life by the dying rays of the close to evening sun, was a beautiful contrast compared to the stark black silhouette of the silver-haired pirate, who was currently berating a very disgruntled looking Buttons.

However, our distracted state did not last long. You were brought forth from your reverie with a very unceremonious wet cloth to the face. The sounds that emanated from your persons could only be described as a shrill shriek of horror.

"Ew, Jim!" you screeched, ripping the damp fabric from your skin and immediately pelting it back at them with aggravated gusto. "What the hell!"

Easily battling off your counter attack, the pirate chortle with unrestrained glee at your panic and disgust. You were so, so easy to catch unawares, it was impossible to not take advantage. "Ah, come on now, mi amor (my love). Lighten up a little! You're becoming as grumpy as Dizzy Izzy."

At the mention of his name, you found yourself blushing deeply. Oh no, where your feelings for the First Mate were concerned you were in too deep and your friends made sure to remind you every second of your waking hours. Not that you could really complain. How many times had you lovingly mocked Pete for his infatuation with Lucius or Jim when they doted on their partners?

"Bet you like that about him though." they smirked, as they resumed scrubbing at the deck.

You grumbled a murmured, "shut up" but Jim was right. You did like his stoicism. There was something reassuring about Izzy's stubbornness and fortitude. It was like he was a lighthouse in the tumultuous ocean that was life. Standing strong against the waves that would drown anyone else. A guide to the well-meaning but ill-equipt eclectic crew. Had he not delivered you from a path of darkness?

While lost in our own thoughts, little did you know that your cry of horror had caught the attention of the man that occupied your mind during all waking and sleeping hours.

From his vantage point, Izzy watched the crew of Revenge toil away at the daily tasks, surprisingly with minimal complaints or antics. It appeared that they were on their best behaviour that day. Much to the First Mate's chagrin. Of all the days his racing mind needed a distraction, that damn crew decided to actually put some fucking effort into their work.

But there you were, he thought, fighting to keep the soft smile that threatened to melt his icy demeanour. Working hard as always alongside your friend, Jim. You were laughing at something they had said, as you wiped the sweat from your brow. The wind against the rustling sails blocked out the sound of your laughter but thankfully, he had heard it enough time to commit the sound to memory.

"Staring at (y/n) again?" the unwelcome voice of one Edward Fucking Teach suddenly interrupted Izzy's otherwise pleasant train of thought.

"Oh, fuck off, Edward." despite his annoyance, the irritated pirate's tone did not covey itself as malicious, just frustrated, which all but confirmed Ed's suspicions.

Unlike some of the other crew members, the co-captain was well accustomed to Izzy's volatile personality by now. No matter how many foul words, curses or threats the other man verbally hurled at Ed, he would simply brush each attack off with a smile- or even more infuriatingly- a laugh accompanied with a shoulder pat. Izzy loathed those shoulder pats sometimes. Unfortunately for him but more fortunately for Ed, it was frowned upon to cut off your Captain's hand.

And as if on cue, there it was, that familiar smile. That bright as the fucking sun on a clear summer's day smile. No wonder Stede Bonnet was besotted with the bastard. Who could possibly resist the friendly warmth of that mischievous grin? It was disarmingly charming enough to even placate a cold-hearted man, such as Izzy Hands. Who could already feel his resolve crumbling.

While it would have been foolish to assume that Izzy's bark was worse than his bite- goodness, his bite could erradicate an entire crew with a moments hesitation- overall, the man was pretty harmless. Especially when it came to talking about you.

And Ed was well aware of his friend's newfound fondness. "Ah, come on, Iz." he chuckled, leaning against the nearby railing with complete ease, while Izzy felt like his stomach being tied up in knots. It took everything within his power to stop his hands from shaking. He quickly grabbed onto the same railing and hoped he mirrored Ed's unperturbed manner. Damn, he was so embarrassed with himself. How did anyone manage to function properly when being in love made you feel so jittery all the time? "You're allowed to look at 'em, you know? Nothing wrong with appreciating the view." the Captain's own gaze roamed across the deck, when he too, spotted you. His smile grew even wider.

There was no doubt that Ed liked you a lot. You were a competent pirate and a loyal friend to those aboard the ship but more importantly, you were a good influence on the First Hand. The gradual closeness that had bloomed between you and the silver-haired pirate, had been a heartwarming sight to witness from a far. In fact, it was often the subject of the late night conversations shared between Ed and Stede, as they got ready for bed every night.

However, they were not the only ones invested in the hopefully-so-to-occur-coupling of you and Izzy. The rest of the Revenge's crew had also placed many bets, all of which ran simultaneously. From first dates to first kisses- there was money riding on every single one of your shared interactions. You both just did not know it yet (and hopefully never at all). If Izzy were to discover just how invested everyone was in your inevitable relationship, heads would roll. Or more precisely, Ed's would roll.

Izzy could barely stop himself from scoffing at Ed's words. Actually, he did scoff. Loudly, too. But even with his sound of dismay, the pirate could not help but steal a guilty glance in your direction but only for a moment. "Don't talk daft." he grumbled when you eventually disappeared below deck, having been called away by Roach to help in the kitchen. "I was just keeping an eye on the crew. Fucking useless, the lot of 'em."

"Even (y/n)?"

With a huff, Izzy had finally had enough of this particular line of enquiry. "Did you need something, Edward?"

"No, just came up here to annoy you."

Of course he had. Of course he fucking had! What else would a co-captain do, other than annoy his Right Hand Man? Nothing so useless as, oh Izzy could hardly think of something worth while, like...chartering the next part if the ships journey?! "Well, in that case, can you kindly fuck off then? Haven't you got to go and make your boyfriend blush or something?"

Despite his hearty laugh, Ed still had one last parting shot for the silver-haired pirate. Leaning in close, he whispered, "You know, instead of focusing on my relationship, you could be making y/n blush right now."

Before Izzy could even stammer an apoplectic response of faux outrage- how many times had he actually fantasies about being the cause of the rosy dusting upon your cheeks?- Ed had already pushed himself off of the railing and made his way down onto the main deck. "Twat." Izzy huffed, knowing deep down. Like, deep, deep, deeeeeep down, Ed was right. He had been, as the captain had so succinctly put it, been "appreciating the view".

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Masterlist of Bella's Michael Kinsella Fics

Michael Kinsella x Fem!Reader Series

Safe Haven [Chapter List]

Warnings/tags: 18+; series contains violence, hurt/comfort, domestic abuse mentions, angst, smut, fluff, mutual pining, friends to lover

Contracted to work on your next novel, you leave the States and move in with your sister in Dublin in hopes of a quieter, peaceful place to work on your writing. And somewhere safe to hide. But you weren't expecting to meet your sister's attractive and curious neighbor, the one fresh out of prison–Michael Kinsella. And you certainly weren't expecting to become his safe haven, or for him to become yours–especially when your past eventually finds you.

She Lit a Fire [Chapter List]

Warnings/tags: 18+; series contains smut, mostly fluff but some angst, and pregnancy

It's been nearing six months since your mother passed and nothing about your fast-paced life feels right anymore. Not knowing what else to do with the inheritance left to you, you quit your job on a whim and book a few weeks stay at a seaside cottage in a small town in Ireland. Unsurprisingly, you're quickly drawn to the handsome bartender at the local pub who curiously doesn't drink–and who also happens to live just down the beach from your cottage. The pair of you end up in a whirlwind romance, but when it comes time for you to leave, Michael is crushed when you refuse to continue things. Though you're certainly surprised to find yourself Stateside two months later pregnant with his child.

I Can't Lose You [List of Installments]

Warnings/tags: 18+; light angst, overprotective Mikey, love confession, smut

The night doesn't go as planned after being tasked by Amanda to seduce a rival drug lord in order to seal the deal for claim to more territory for the Kinsellas. When Michael finds out from his brother what happened, he's not happy with you for following Amanda's orders. Not only is he determined to get revenge on Titan, but he's even more determined to finally get the pair of you out of his family's business.

Michael Kinsella x Fem!Reader One Shots

First Thing in the Morning

Warnings/Tags: 18+; nothing but soft and smutty Michael

Michael wakes you up with one thing clearly on his mind.

New Jeans

Warnings/tags: 18+; fluff, dirty thoughts, embarassment, confession of feelings, and Michael’s perfect ass

Tired of the power struggle and constant arguing between Frank and Amanda, you find yourself distracted by Michael’s ass in a pair of new jeans at an early morning meeting. But your inappropriate daydreams are interrupted when you get caught staring.

Whatever You Want

Warnings/tags: emotional hurt/comfort, light angst, fluff, soft Michael

You've been having a difficult year adjusting to your life in Dublin, struggling with a few things that you've kept hidden from Michael so as not to burden him further. Though when he comes home unexpectedly early from a family meeting, you realize he's been reading you better than you'd thought.

Keep Me Warm

Warnings/tags: 18+; smut, soft Michael

After Michael cancels your date night because something came up with his family, you're surprised to find him on your doorstep drenched and shivering from the rain.

The Christmas Morning Surprise

Warnings/tags: 18+; smut, holiday fluff

On Christmas morning you try to surprise Michael with breakfast, but you what you didn't expect was that he had a Christmas morning surprise for you, too.

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The Silver Dragon (28/?)

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Original Female Character

Word Count: 3150

Story Summary: Lady Arianwyn Targaryen, the Lady of Runestone, was seeded by her father, the Rogue Prince Daemon Targaryen, in an act of unbridled hatred, and borne of her mother, the late Lady Rhea Royce, as a desperate grasp at revenge.

Ignored by her father, and alone following the death of her mother, she is raised in King’s Landing alongside her cousin, Prince Aemond Targaryen. As they grow, the two find themselves indelibly bonded. But their lives are far from the fairy tales they read, and as tensions in the family rise, they find their paths may diverge.

Will they be pulled apart when the dragons dance?

Chapter Summary: Six years after the beach on Driftmark, the Queen of All Dragons and Emrys, the young black dragon called Balerion, Second of His Name, by the smallfolk of King’s Landing, finally meet.

Warnings: None

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Vhagar & Emrys

“Wake up, Aria,” Aemond whispered softly, brushing a hand through her hair. “It’s almost dawn, and I have great plans for us today.”

Arianwyn groaned, rolling across the bed and out of his grasp. “What ‘great plans’ could possibly require my getting out of bed before the sun has risen?”

He laughed, “As I recall, you woke before the sun rose yesterday.”

“Yes,” her voice was muffled as she buried herself beneath the blankets, “but you may also recall that I did not get out of bed until much later. Of course, you may try and tempt me with more lecherous activities. But I have had very little sleep these last two nights, and I will not make promises I may not be able to keep.”

Aemond leaned back from the bed, unsure how to proceed. He had been awake for some time and had already dressed in his riding leathers, something he was surprised that she had not noticed. After six years apart, he had forgotten just how much mornings disagreed with her.

But as much as she hated mornings, she loved dragonriding more.

“I suppose we can just laze about,” he said, lying beside her atop the blankets and furs, “but Vhagar is always in a better mood earlier in the day. And I would not want her in a bad temper for her first meeting with Emrys.”

The soft morning light was blotted out by fur as Arianwyn threw her blankets off – and on top of him – as eagerly as a prisoner ridding himself of his chains. Then, without a word, she leapt out of bed and ran to their dressing room to begin donning her own riding leathers.

Aemond laughed, “So your husband cannot tempt you, but Vhagar can?”

“Vhagar is a Queen!” she shouted back. “The ‘Queen of All Dragons!’ I cannot disobey the wishes of a Queen. A mere Prince, on the other hand…”

Her teasing was cut off when Aemond snuck into the dressing room behind her, wrapping his hands around her waist. She giggled, leaning back into his chest.

“Surely, I am more than a ‘mere Prince,’” he whispered, pressing his cheek against hers as he began to lace her leathers. “I am also the Lord of Runestone. That must elevate my standing.”

“Lord Consort of Runestone, my love,” she corrected, turning her head to kiss him. “And in my eyes, there is no higher standing.”

He yanked on the cords of her cuirass, squeezing another delightful laugh out of her. “I am honored, my Lady.”

Once he finished with her cuirass, she let him continue to dress her, stealing a kiss whenever he came close to her lips. After one such kiss, he dropped one of her bracers on the floor as he instinctively moved to cup her face.

“If you don’t stop, we’ll never make it out of the castle,” he scolded with a grin.

Arianwyn pouted, “You really want me to stop?”

He sighed as he knelt to pick up the bracer. Few dragonriders wore actual armor when they flew outside of battle, but Arianwyn always did. Her once ordinary brown riding leathers had been fortified with thin plates of engraved bronze – the symbol of her house.

It was not one of the original sets of plate armor that had been passed down by her ancestors, but a reproduction. None of the ancient suits would ever fit Arianwyn – she was far too small, and the Bronze Kings had been massive men. Still, the Lady of Runestone needed her Runes.

As he finally latched her bracer in place, he examined the writing wrapped around her wrist. An incantation, a plea for strength, agility, and the blessings of nature. Perfect for a cavalryman, or a dragonrider.

“I don’t want you to stop,” he admitted. “But I also don’t want to take all this off only to have to put it back on again. And Vhagar is waiting for us.”

“And Emrys,” Arianwyn added, looping her arms around his neck. “He has missed you.”

Aemond smiled. He had always shared an unusually close bond with Emrys – closer than most bonded dragons would ever be with anyone other than their riders. It had always puzzled the Dragonkeepers, but it gave him comfort. He always knew that should he never claim a dragon of his own, he could ride with Arianwyn atop her little black dread.

“I have missed him as well,” he said, pressing a kiss to his wife’s forehead before leading her out of the dressing room. “I expect he must be as large as Meleys by now.”

Arianwyn laughed as she left their bedchamber and sat at the breakfast table. “Not quite that large, but large enough that I expect we terrified some of the smallfolk on our way into the city.”

As he sat across from her, Aemond beamed. But his smile faded as he watched her pour a cup of grey tea and take a sip. He said nothing, instead focusing on keeping his expression neutral.

They had made an agreement last night. One year, just the two of them. To allow them time to make up for six years spent apart. To make Runestone their home. After that one year was up, then, and only then, would they start their family.

It had been a compromise – Arianwyn wanted to wait longer, and Aemond didn’t want to wait at all. He was so desperate for a family.

One that would love him unconditionally. They would love him for the man he was, rather than the position he had been born to. To them, he would be a father, rather than a second son. The spare, should anything happen to Aegon. The warrior Prince expected to gladly lay down his life for his brother, to fade into the pages of history, noted only for his forgettable place on the great Targaryen family tree.

At Runestone, with Arianwyn and their family, he could be – would be – so much more.

For now, he would have to wait. But waiting could be bearable, so long as he was with her.

“Where shall we fly today?” she asked as she finished the tea, breaking Aemond from his musings.

“I had no particular destination in mind,” he said, loading his plate with boiled eggs, bacon rashers, and a thick slice of fresh bread. “We can go wherever the winds take us.”

“Or wherever Vhagar takes us, if she is truly as stubborn as you’ve described,” she laughed.

Her wide, giddy smile was irresistible. At that moment, Aemond thought that a year with just the two of them was, in fact, a wonderful idea.

They took separate coaches, as while Aemond was going directly to the Tourney Grounds, Arianwyn went first to the Dragonpit to retrieve Emrys.

The Dragonkeepers had been informed of the Prince’s plans, and the young black dragon was already saddled and waiting for his rider when she arrived. As soon as she emerged from her carriage, he let out an excited trill and pulled against his restraints.

“Lykirī, Emrys,” Arianwyn called. “Nyke jāhor sagon konīr aderī. Yn istin ȳdragon naejot Dantis ēlī.” Calm down. I will be there soon. But I must speak to Dantis first.

He whined, a pitiful noise from such an intimidating beast, but indeed settled, however impatiently.

Arianwyn turned to Elder Dantis, the highest ranking Elder of Dragonkeepers. He was a stern old man, but his love for the dragons was strong and true. And he had always been sweeter with Arianwyn and Helaena than the boys – they were far more interested in the scholarship of the dragons.

“How has he been? I regret that I have not come to see him,” she asked, speaking in the common tongue to prevent Emrys from listening to their conversation – he always pouted when she spoke about him to others. She donned her gloves as they strode across the courtyard, thinking for a moment that the old man may not reply. It would be like him to do so.

But her fears were unfounded. Dantis stopped some yards from Emrys and turned to Arianwyn. He reached forward, toward the collar of her riding leathers, pulling it aside so he could see the bruises there.

“This happened two nights ago, yes?” he asked. More of a statement than a question.

Arianwyn nodded.

Dantis grimaced, “He felt it.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, bewildered by the statement.

But the Dragonkeeper only pointed to Emrys, and to his throat. The smoky grey-black of the scales on his neck were marred by two pink gashes just beneath his jaw.

“Two nights ago,” Dantis explained, “he awoke from his slumber, greatly disturbed. He roared with such ferocity and desperation. When we made it to his den, he was clawing at his throat as though something was restricting his breath.”

Arianwyn knew well how that felt.

“We could not get close to him. His fire was burning so wild and so hot. For a moment, it even…” he trailed off, taking a deep breath. “He has Balerion’s blood. That much is certain.”

But Arianwyn could not tear her eyes from the marks on her beloved dragon’s neck. He had done that to himself. Because he felt her pain, as her father came so close to killing her.

“Do not fret, my Princess,” Dantis said, his stern demeanor fading if only for a moment. “The wounds are small; they will heal quickly. This is a sign of the strongest bond between rider and dragon. One that few, even in your line, have possessed.”

His words provided some measure relief from the guilt that swept over her. But it also piqued her curiosity. “Who else has possessed such a bond?”

“Queen Rhaenys and Meraxes are the first that I am aware of,” he replied, seemingly excited that someone was finally interested in the history of the Targaryen dragons. “King Aenys and Quicksilver. Some believe Queen Alyssane and Silverwing also shared this bond, though I have my doubts. And, of course, your new husband and Vhagar.”

At that, Arianwyn turned away from Emrys to look at the old Dragonkeeper. “Aemond and Vhagar?”

From what she had learned from his letters, she always thought their bond to be strained. Aemond often wrote about Vhagar acting on her own accord and disobeying his commands, particularly when it came to flying upside down. It was why he had ordered so many restraints put on his saddle.

“You were there that night, Princess,” Dantis said, equally as confused as her. “Surely you heard her roar when he lost his eye.”

Arianwyn laughed, though she was not sure why. “I’m afraid I was too busy roaring myself, Elder.”

She had also been crying as she attempted to staunch his bleeding. And fainting. But he did not need to know those particular details.

“Oh, she roared like I had never heard,” he confirmed. “It was a breathtaking sound. Not unlike Emrys, two nights ago.”

“Why are these bonds so rare? Each rider must bond with their dragon. They could not mount them otherwise. What makes some stronger than others?”

Dantis had a faraway look as he pondered the question. “I do not know, Princess. Nor do I think it is our place to know. The dragons are beyond us, it is folly to think we can ever truly understand them.”

With that, he bowed to Arianwyn and motioned for the novice Dragonkeepers to bring Emrys forward.

Emrys bounded toward his rider like a happy pup, unable to contain his excitement. He nudged her with his snout, prodding her until she embraced him. Though at his size, it looked more like her simply splaying her arms across his scales rather than a true embrace.

“Ēza mērī issare hāre tubissa,” she laughed. It has only been three days.

He snorted, shaking his head dismissively as if to say, “Yes, but it has been a difficult three days.”

Bringing his nose to rest against Arianwyn’s neck, his hot breath soothed the aching pain of her bruises as he looked into her eyes and whined softly.

“Iksan sȳz. Kessa giēñagon,” she said. “Hae kessa ao.” I am fine. It will heal. As will you.

He squinted his large icy-blue eyes in an expression of suspicious disbelief that would look at home on the face of a cranky toddler, but seemed to accept her words.

Arianwyn patted his jaw. “Gaomagon jaelā naejot jikagon rhaenagon Vhagar?” Do you want to go meet Vhagar?

His eyes went wide, and his tail swung with wild excitement as he pushed her toward his side with his snout. Laughing, she walked alongside him, running a hand across his smooth scales until she reached the saddle.

“Ziry se Aemond issi umbās syt īlva,” she whispered as she strapped herself into her seat. “Sōvēs!” She and Aemond are waiting for us.

Emrys hardly needed the command. He was already surging forward in the courtyard, building the speed he needed to take to the air. As he soared higher and higher, he let out a jubilant trill, the sound echoing off the red tiled roofs of King’s Landing.

In the sky, Arianwyn felt her heart beating in tandem with his. Even as he twirled excitedly through his ascent, she never felt afraid.

Dantis was right; their bond was strong.

For a moment, she could almost feel a tugging on her heart, a thread connecting her to this great beast. But as she chased that feeling, trying to take hold of that thread, it faded.

Even when undetectable, the connection was still there. Emrys turned south toward the Tourney Grounds without needing a command, leaving Arianwyn free to simply enjoy the flight. To savor the cool air and the wind. To relish in her freedom.

Daemon and Caraxes were far away, their threats without teeth. There was nothing stopping her from flying forever, from going wherever she wanted.

Nothing except for the fact that she was already precisely where she wanted to be.

As the city fell away behind them and the sprawling fields of the Tourney Grounds came into view, Arianwyn saw Vhagar for the first time in six years.

The sight of the massive beast still took her breath away. To think that there were once hundreds of dragons even larger than her in the world, that her ancestors wielded such unfathomable power was, at once, humbling and awe-inspiring. And the fact that her husband had not only claimed her, but formed an extraordinary bond with her, made Arianwyn’s heart swell with pride.

Aemond was standing by Vhagar’s head when Emrys landed on the opposite side of the field, his hand on one of the many ropes attached to her saddle. The she-dragon was tense, her tail flicking back and forth rapidly as she assessed the new, small creature across from her. But Aemond kept speaking to her, telling her – again – of how he had spent years loving Arianwyn. How they had grown together. How it had been him, at only a few months old, who had selected the glistening black egg for her cradle.

How, since the last time he saw Vhagar, he had married Arianwyn.

Indeed, Vhagar turned to him, drinking in his scent to find it mixed with another. The smell of cold wind and smoke.

“Issa ñuhon,” he whispered. “Se iksan zȳhon.” She is mine. And I am hers.

Vhagar made a hesitant sound, still unsure. Ever since she had felt his pain on that first night, she was always so protective of her rider.

Sensing her skepticism, Aemond leaned in to reassure her. “Īles konīr bona bantis. Ao ruaratan zirȳla lēda rizmon. Skori īlen ōdrikagon, ziry mīsatas nyke. Ēza va moriot mīsatas nyke.” She was there that night. You covered her with sand. When I was hurt, she defended me. She has always defended me.

At the memory of spraying that scared little girl with sand, Vhagar let out a rumbling growl that Aemond had always interpreted as laughter. At least she was relaxed enough to find humor in his words.

He turned to Arianwyn, now standing beside Emrys, who was staring at Vhagar with wide eyes, and beckoned her forward with a wave of his hand.

“Gaomagon daor sagon zūgagon,” she said quickly to Emrys before leading him forward. Do not be afraid.

He leaned into her as they walked slowly across the field. When they were close enough for Vhagar to make out the details of the young dragon, she rose from her crouch, her head tilting like an owl spotting its prey.

“Lykirī, Vhagar!” Aemond shouted, tightening his grip on her reins. “Iōragon ilagon!” Stay calm, Vhagar! Stand down!

But she did not. She huffed, the sound almost a command.

A command that Emrys obeyed.

While Arianwyn had frozen where she stood, Emrys continued forward, despite his rider’s shouts for him to return to her. He did not stop until he stood directly before the Queen of All Dragons.

Though he was nearly as large as Syrax, a dragon twenty years his elder, he was still dwarfed by Vhagar. But he stood perfectly still as she craned her neck to examine him. Arianwyn had told him not to be afraid, so he would not be.

Aemond continued to shout commands to Vhagar, begging her to withdraw.

But she did not. Rather, she pressed her cheek against Emrys’ neck, purring with affection when he nuzzled her in return.

The Prince was still frozen in shock when Arianwyn came to his side, out of breath from her sprint across the tourney field. “What are they doing?”

Vhagar had wrapped her tail around Emrys as she carefully inspected each horn on his head, the younger dragon crooning under the attention.

“I think…” Aemond laughed, wrapping his arms around Arianwyn, holding her just as his dragon held hers. He had never seen Vhagar like this, especially not with another dragon. She had always been happy to keep her distance from the others, but something about Emrys sparked something new within her, a youthful joy he had never seen before.

And then it was clear. “I think he reminds her of Balerion.”

Arianwyn laughed with him as they looked upon their dragons, the fearsome beasts that had given their family the power to conquer the realm, snuggling each other like a pair of cats. “Her and all the city, apparently.”

The dragons continued their display for so long that by the time they finally turned to their riders, Aemond was sitting on the grass, leaning back on his arms as Arianwyn slept soundly with her head in his lap.

“Issi ao olvie tetan?” he asked, somewhat sarcastically. Are you quite finished?

Vhagar blew a defensive puff of smoke, while Emrys ducked his head sheepishly.

Aemond chuckled, shaking his head as he nudged his sleeping wife. “Wake up, Aria. We’re finally ready to fly.”

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