#I had completely EVERYTHING that happens with alabaster

[darlenicy]

trixweek || day 6 || AU || fanfiction

@trixweek @bellatrixobsessed1

FINALLY, finished this ff for the 6th day of the trixweek. I'm so sorry that it took me so long. I planned a small, little story and ended only after 9 word pages.

Driven/Vampire AU: The vampire hunter Riven is chosen to kill the highest lady of the vampires at her own ball. However, he did not count on her daughter, Darciella (Darcy), who turns his head completely unexpectedly. And then there is the full moon, which makes his blood boil...

note: English is not my first language and the story wasn't supervised yet.

Read it on:

AO3 (english)

Fanfiction.net (english)

Fanfiktion.de (german)

First passages under the cut:

The full moon disappeared behind the clouds, as if it wanted to avert its eyes from the atrocity that just had happaned. But it happened quickly. Riven was a professional, and so his blood-sucking victim had not even been able to scream when the vampire hunter's silver dagger was rammed between his ribs. The wound that the dagger had left in the alabaster-colored vampire skin smoked and hissed in the cold evening air.

Riven quickly dripped a tincture from a small bottle that he had taken out of his wide coat onto the wound. It closed immediately and stopped the flow of blood.

A rustling behind him made him turn around. Just a cat. He breathed a sigh of relief and averted his gaze from the cat's piercing green eyes. He couldn't waste any time now. He hastily dragged the vampire's corpse into a dark alley between two houses. No one would find the corpse here for the time being, and it had something that the young vampire hunter urgently needed. The appropriate formal wear for the ball of the venerable Morterra vampire family. The most influential family in the country. If their leader fell, the vampire network would collapse and that was the goal of the Vampire Hunters Association, the sun's last bulwark against the night. So today Riven would pretend to be one of them and put an end to the Morterra family.

The vampire's clothes fit Riven perfectly. He had had a good eye when choosing his victim. He made his way quickly to the Palazzo Morterra. It was tricky to venture into the lion's den. But he had been chosen for this. Of all the students of the Grand Master of Vampire Hunters, he had proven himself to be the best. This fact filled him with pride, even though he would probably die himself after the assassination. But it was worth it. Outcast as he had been since birth, all his hatred was directed at the vampires. They had taken everything from him. His home, his mother and his future. However, he was not alone with this fate. Almost all members of the association were half-bloods like him. Bastards of noble vampires who rejected their half-blood brood. This circumstance was both his downfall and his advantage. Since the night also flowed through his veins, the other vampires would not recognize him. A human would never have been able to move unnoticed among the vampires. Half-bloods, on the other hand, had the same aura and therefore remained undetected. Nevertheless, he pulled the tricorn hat with the peacock feather down over his face and hid his face in the shadows. Less out of fear of being discovered, but much more so that he didn't have to see the moon, which had now reappeared from between the clouds. The full moon. His downfall.

The full moon reminded the half-vampires every month whose child they were. It triggered in them the thirst for blood that affected every half-blood once a month. Riven was strong, he could fight the thirst, but the direct light was dangerous.

So, he stayed in the shadows as he approached the Palazzo of the Morterra, il Palazzo della Notte, as it was commonly known.

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[lulu2992]

After playing Cattails earlier this year, I decided to buy the sequel, Cattails: Wildwood Story.

It made sense to me to play as my only kitten from the first game so I recreated Ella as faithfully as possible and they became the leader of the “Wildwood Alliance”.

I then spent at least 105 hours (a little over 5 in-game years) doing everything there was to do, unlocking everything there was to unlock, and leveling up everything there was to level up.

In my opinion, Wildwood Story is even cuter and more enjoyable than the first game, mostly because many of the things I thought were frustrating or not very convenient in Cattails were fixed and improved in the sequel. For example, it’s easier to locate and catch prey, friendships develop quicker and actually last, and you don’t have to complete daily tasks before midnight, which means you don’t need to spend the whole day running around... only to arrive late at the task board anyway :’) Also, you can now eat bats and that helps a lot in the mines.

In short, I had a good time, and if you liked Cattails, you’ll probably enjoy Wildwood Story too :)

My family, den, and more gameplay moments under the cut:

To unlock all the achievements, you have to find a spouse and have kittens. I chose to marry Spark for three reasons. First, I thought they had an endearing personality. Secondly, they’re the kitten of a character from the first game, so probably about the same age as Ella. Thirdly, I originally lived in the Forest Colony in Cattails and interacted with its shopkeeper Ember, Spark’s parent, quite often. They were one of Lou’s few friends and I liked the idea of their children being close too.

I now realize I didn’t take any pictures or videos of the wedding, but it took place on the beach as a tribute to my custom Seaside Colony from the first game. The couple had four kittens, Didi, Fifi, Riri, and Nini, born on Summer 1.

Two highlights of my experience as a parent that made me feel like I was doing a great job (ironically in one case, haha):

My kittens all successfully catching their first prey on the first try :’)

My den (I combined 18 screenshots for this):

The kittens’ rooms (on the left) are decorated according to their personalities and favorite gifts, so basically monsters for Didi, pretty things for Fifi, fish for Riri, and prey for Nini. Ella was a creative kitten in Cattails and Spark loves insects, so they have art supplies and a bug collection in their room too.

Then, here’s an involuntary trick shot:

[SPOILERS from now on]

Since Spark was my cat’s spouse, they didn’t marry Lainey. However, all the other four rival marriages (Talon & Krampy, Elli & Champ, Bob & Buttercup, and Alabaster & Fliss) happened and the couples gave birth to a total of six kittens, Jack, Aster, Basil, Beau, Bubby, and Salem, bringing the number of cats in the Wildwood Alliance to 31.

Finally, in the main quest, when it was time to decide the Wildwood Champion’s fate, I did what I always do.

I spared them (and felt happy about it).

[phoenix--flying]

can you elaborate on that ta percabeth x kronos!percy au?

ehehehehhehehe yes, yes i can

So, to preface, this is a percathabaster au, not just percabeth SNUJEHG so if ur a hardcore percabeth stan and dont like other ships this aint for you, if not; carry on <3

So, while the broken trio are on their way to Camp, Annabeth runs into one Alabaster Torrington who was stealing food while on a quick trip out of the Labyrinth! He gets dragged back to Thalia and Luke and continues on with them!

From then on, the basic events of canon is basically the same until TLT; Thalia dies, Luke goes on his quest, Percy shows up.

Instead of just Annabeth in the room when Percy wakes up, Alabaster is also with her. Again, basically the same canon esc idea but Alabaster is usually with Annabeth through each event, showing him around camp, the bathroom incident, during Capture the Flag

Little scrap from the capture the flag scene :D

The quest goes on, but there are minor changes, its subtle, but Annabeth is almost trying to slow them down, telling Percy about the Olympians faults, what happened to Thalia and why, telling him how long Alabaster had been at camp, unclaimed, how long she spent in the Hermes cabin, also unclaimed despite knowing her mother was Athena.

Sowing seeds of doubt in the Olympians.

When they get back, instead of the scorpion, Luke propositions Percy; offers him a place in the army, to help get rid of the Olympians, to bring the minor gods respect and eradicate the whole unclaimed thing.

Percy, recalling everything Annabeth told him, agrees. This is when he discovers Luke is the one who stole the lightning bolt. Also, when he learns that he didn't do it alone. He had the help of Callie Wells(@blackcat2907 hi <33) and Lee Fletcher. But also, and more shockingly, Annabeth and Alabaster.

Annabeth apologizes for the whole helping you on the quest while being the one who committed the crime thing and Percy agrees.

The army grows!! Ethan is, also, a member of the army prior to BoTL, he was swayed by all his friends :D

SoM is where it gets tricky. Kronos has a child of the big three on his side, and with Percys friends also on his side, he doesn't need another one. So....Thalias tree is never poisoned. Instead, the quest, Clarisse is convinced to bring Lee and Silena, is solely to save Grover.

TTC, enter the di Angelo kids! The group sent to Westover Hall is Clarisse, Beckendorf and Lee. They were sent to extract the di Angelos. Though, a group from Kronos was also sent to do this. Lee is aware of this. He stalls the other two as best he can to allow the other group to get the di Angelos first, but when he spots Dr. Thorn leading them out he drops it.

The di Angelos are separated, Alabaster gets Nico away from Dr. Thorn before the Campers get into the hallway, but it's too late for him to get Bianca. So he leaves it.

The fight with Thorn ends with Clarisse falling off the cliff and getting kidnapped. Instead of Luke, Chris is the one used to lure Clarisse under the sky which later brings Artemis. Bianca! Does not join the hunters :)

The quest group consists of Zoë, Silena, Grover and two hunters, one of which is a victim to the Stolls prank and is subsequently incapacitated. Lee is the one who joins the quest!

BoTL is also a little wonky because the campers never find the entrance :)

The Labyrinth quest group consists of Bianca, Grover, Lee and Clarisse since she doesn't go down during TTC in this au. The arena fight is between Nico and Bianca instead of Ethan and Percy :) also!! Kronos manipulates Percy into being the host, completely unbeknownst to anyone else :)

Finally, bc im a sucker for alive aus; Lee doesnt die! Chris is found after the battle since he got lost in the Labyrinth leaving Camp!! and was later found by a camper.

For TLO, nobody attacks the PA, because nobody has that much of a death wish as to attack a boat with a son of Poseidon on board! So Beckendorf also lives!

On Olympus in TLO is Luke, Percy and Annabeth for the Titans and Bianca, Lee and Silena for campers !! (Lee and Silena both betray Kronos prior to the battle LMAO) Percy does, technically, die, but Bianca does some freaky magic and saves him!

Luke and Annabeth don't know this :D they leave Olympus before the Olympians return under the impression that Percy has died. Them and Ethan and Al leave Manhattan, leaving the Olympians under the impression that they're dead.

The Olympians also have!! no mercy!! on the TA demis because their oath was made later then it was in canon!

Very few people know that Lee and Silena are spies <3 Like three people LMFAO

Also the list of surviving TA is very small !! Chris, Lee, Silena, Percy and Lou* who are at camp and Nico, Luke, Annabeth, Ethan and Alabaster for people who aren't!

*Chris caught Lou just after the battle ended before he went up to Olympus to talk to her, and unintentionally saved her life!

and this is !! just pjo !! i have more for HoO but thats a LOT less planned LMFAO but i have written smth about MoA in this au

AND I DID SMTH FOR ANNABASTER FOR RAREPAIR WEEK ON MY AO3!! <- before i decided to let ethan live

[m4gp13]

I know there is the whole ethabaster thing where they're fighting for a bigger cause and see their ideals reflected in one another but they have different perspectives on the cause and that causes friction between them and eventually a loss of respect due to the failure to live up to the version of them the other had in their head but I feel like this works just as well, if not better, for Luke's relationship (not necessarily in a romantic way) with them, particularly Alabaster.

Luke was the golden boy of the army, the poster child that the Titans put at the forefront to draw in other demigods because, look, see how resolute we are in helping you! Luke was the ideological figurehead of the demigod side of the army and was the blueprint on which the other demigods based their ideas. He was more persona than person. Given everything we know about Alabaster, he definitely would have been one of those demigods looking up to him. He would have been projecting his beliefs and his mentality onto Luke, putting him on a pedestal and obsessively devoting himself to the cause he saw embodied in Luke. In a way, almost developing a sort of parasocial relationship with Luke where he liked the idea of Luke and what he represented more than he liked Luke as a person, because he didn't truly know who Luke was as a person.

But, as what often happens when you put someone on a pedestal, Luke couldn't live up to the character Al had in his mind. As the war went on and Luke's possession arc drew ever closer, we the reader can see him pulling back, starting to doubt and even attempting to desert the army. If Al knew about that, it would have felt like the ultimate betrayal. Luke was the paragon of the army and the person every demigod there looked up to and he tried to leave them. Al probably would have seen it as Luke getting cold feet because he was too scared to fully devote himself to the cause and he was too selfish to sacrifice his body for Kronos' use.

I feel like Ethan wouldn't have been as crushed by Luke's actual attitude toward the army and who he is under the mask he projects to the other demigods. For one, Ethan officially joined the army when Luke was already in the casket so his involvement with Luke and his TA persona would have been very remote and not as up-close and personal as Al's relationship with that version of Luke. Ethan just didn't have the time to get that attached or to see Luke's polished facade start to crumble under the stress of the war and the possession thing getting closer. Also, Ethan didn't join the army because of Luke's propaganda. He barely gave half a fuck about Luke's reasons to go against the Olympians. Ethan was just in it for Nemesis and the minor deities. He didn't project his ideologies onto Luke like Al would have. If anything, I think Ethan would have been more angry with Luke for giving the young demigods he groomed encouraged to join the Titans a false idea of what the army and the war as a whole would be like. He didn't prepare them for the reality, just feeding them fantasies that Luke clearly didn't believe in himself and I think that's what Ethan wouldn't have liked.

For Al, it's completely different and much more personal to him. Luke was his hero but fell short of what Al wanted him to be and instead became a traitor in his mind.

And then when Luke was gone, Alabaster was the one to replace him and he refused to follow in his footsteps. Even when the war was over, when the army had clearly lost, Al rallied his soldiers for one last fight and they got slaughtered.

[the-mspfa-200-favourites-project]

Karkat Goes to a Convention

Karkat Goes to A Convention is the big webcomic of 2018. It is also, of all the big comics that I have taken a look at, I believe the only one that has been completed. Which is impressive! It is also the highest favourited of all completed adventures on the site, which also adds to it’s overall shadow over the rest of MSPFA. It’s about FANDOM, and also the main interpretations that a text can have in the mind of the audience, and how those interpretations might not in fact be the same as the text itself. It’s also about what would happen if Homestuck actually was real, like, actually BECAME REAL in our reality during a convention for Homestuck. That’s the hook.

But it knows not to spill the beans early that that’s where it’s ultimately going to go. No, this comic is made by a professional, and one with a specific story to tell. So, the early going for the comic is watching one KARKAT VANTAS stumble around the convention hall, and be harassed by several cosplayers.

But this webcomic is made with POINTS ABOUT FANDOM in mind, and to that end, the author warns us that the first thing that the webomic wants to investigate was the…ahem…problematic language that early Homestuck had, back before Andrew Hussie realized that no, actually, saying the R slur was not an acceptable substitute for the word “stupid.” But to do that, the comic has to actually use the R slur, so I’m glad there’s like, this author notes telling me about it in advance?

Yeah this comic…I wouldn’t say I’m enjoying my time with it, but I would say that, like say, Alabaster, it has more intentionality towards how it’s handling it’s subject matter. This is something that the text has wanted to say for YEARS. It’s just BURSTING to tell us how Fandoms interact with the source text, and how the source text might not be what we think it was when we go back to it, which is a message I can get behind. But. I don’t…really like the execution of it, if that makes sense? Like, the early parts of it, I know that obviously things *get real* later on in the fanadventure, but much like Vast Error, these early pages leave…something to be desired. I guess it’s because I don’t really like that kind of cringe comedy, “tee-hee we all get to laugh at the strange encounters that Karkat has with the Homestuck Fandom!” kind of styling of plot design. Which is a matter of personal taste, but also, I guess, all of this *gestures around to the tumblr blog you are, in fact, reading right now* is a matter of personal taste. Like, objectively, everything I have ever talked about is honestly just, like, my opinion. I do feel like the more I would read and the more that the comic gets to its’ central premise of “Homestuck things invade our world, and the Homestuck WE HAVE is actually a forgery based off of the ACTUAL Homestuck that really happened” the more it becomes enjoyable to read. Honestly just like my feelings with Vast Error, I feel like this might be another one that I might have to revisit later, but for now, I would say that it’s reputation seems well-deserved.

[lindwyrmrelinquished]

asks you about your aus. any of them. all of them

OH BRILLIANT I CAN SUM UP MY ZOROAKARI AU. BASICALLY IT'S JUST. YKNOW THE POKEMON LEGENDS ARCEUS FEMALE PROTAGONIST. YEAH I MADE HER A ZOROARK

I have fics about her actually!! They come out on my Ao3 every Wednesday!!

(info under the cut bc LONG)

She's technically meant to be a changeling! She was supposed to replace Dawn by possessing her body(courtesy of Zoroark mother) until Dawn's soul collapsed under the weight of Akari's Zorua soul, but that didn't end up happening because Akari ended up being aware of the nature of her existence way too early(woke up while Zoroark mother was putting her in Dawn's body), started hopping out of Dawn's body and letting her take the reigns again, and then shapeshifting into a copy of her, and they ended up living as twins! Johanna was surprisingly chill about this because I like when characters are nice to each other

So Dawn took the champion title at the age of 12, Akari(named after the Hero of Hisui, which she then ironically became) never was much of a battler so she mostly hung out on the sidelines and cheered her sister on

Then when the two of them were 15, Akari gets eeby deebied to Hisui and Dawn has an entire breakdown in every possible way, does everything she can to try and get her back(and fails) and eventually gives up the Champion title back to Cynthia so she doesn't just completely lose her mind

She goes out across the Highlands to look for someone or something to help, mistakenly believing that because she is now baby, wild Pokemon will not try to attack her

We all know the story of PLA(i think), Akari still gets amnesia but she's still in her human disguise which becomes her default, so she doesn't remember that she's a Zorua until the Red Sky, when a Hisuian Zoroark confronts her about her still being alive when the rest of them had to die first to even get a chance, and she doesn't know what it's talking about for a while. Then she decides "if i can't become something else, it means i'm human and they were wrong"

But then she becomes a Zorua. And can't figure out how to turn back because she hasn't shapeshifted or known she could shapeshift for months

She gets beat up three different times and almost swept off the side of a cliff by a Gligar

Eventually Ingo finds her! And that's how he learns she's a Zorua, and subsequently helps her figure out her shapeshifting again! While they were practicing, she takes a form that mimics Ingo, then reverses it to look like "the man in white" which triggers Emmemories!!! Hooray!!! But then they have to go fight Dialga and Palkia at the Temple of Sinnoh so the joy is short-lived

Only a few people personally learn that Akari is a Zorua! Those people are Ingo, Rei, Mai, Lian, and Melli(I'm not counting Volo because it's in the middle of the Giratina fight and it's during his religious insanity so he's not paying that much attention)

The whole of Jubilife sort of vaguely knows Akari is a Fox due to an incident where she forgot to put her human disguise back up after sleeping in her quarters for once and answered the door for someone, complete Zoroark(she evolved sometime during or immediately after the Red Sky), but they've all kind of agreed not to tell Kamado due to the exile incident

Cyllene knows though! She's pretty chill with it as long as Akari doesn't suddenly go feral, which, she doesn't think she will. So it's sort of an open secret in Jubilife

Now from here on out, there are technically four ways the Zoroakari AU can go:

1.) Akari gets sent home by Arceus as normal, eventually reunites with her twin and her old friends, and with Ingo(and subsequently meets Emmet and Elesa in the process)

3.) Akari is not sent home, ends up wandering the Alabaster Icelands and runs into a pack of wild Zoroark. She ends up becoming their Noble Lady Zoroark(and she is motherfucking H U G E), and that's a whole nother story that I've actually written a fanfic about

2.) Akari is not sent home, whether by malice on Arceus's part for her being a Zoroark instead of human, or because she still has a role to fill. Either way, Ingo is sent home at her request, but she has to stay in Hisui. Three ways go from here. The first is that Akari goes back to the life she wasn't expecting to continue living, and exists in Hisui-and-then-Sinnoh for around 50 years. Then she fakes her death and starts region-hopping to hide her immortality(which she has due to ✨️divine intervention✨️) and brings her Hisuian team with her(mainly a Typhlosion and an alpha H-Zoroark, since both are ghosts and therefore don't die to age)

4.) Akari is not sent home, doesn't leave Hisui, and doesn't become a Noble. Instead, after a while, she notices Hisuian variants are starting to die out, and becomes a specialized breeder for them. She hides away in a forest near a coast at the very edge of the region, and sets up some pastures of her own to make a sanctuary where Hisuian variants still live to this day

One more thing before I'm done here: I subscribe to the Uncle Ingo headcanon <<<<<3

Okay that's all from me tonight probably

Unless I decide I want to talk about a bunch of scenarios

[theotherackerman]

COPYRIGHT DISCLAIMER: Any recognizable elements belong to Attack on Titan, Game of Thrones, House of the Dragon, A Song of Ice and Fire

NOTES: Check that trigger warning as always. We time skipped. This chapter takes place one month after the previous chapter. This chapter is very eremika heavy and driven. It's also a lot fluffier than I imagined it will be. Also timeline wise, we are drawing close to the close of summer.

TRIGGER WARNING: Discussion of attempted suicide, murder, and war.

CHAPTER ELEVEN: NOW, I FEAR I HAVE FALLEN FROM GRACE

The Seven Kingdoms seemed to believe that they were the only affected by the Long Night. 

This was not true.

It was the entire world.

Ice covered the Free Cities, the Ten Kingdoms that the Azumabitos would later rule, and the kingdom that Tyburs would eventually rule. 

Even the great dragon city of Valyria was covered. The dragons tried to fight back with their dragonlords. 

But the Long Night came for them all the same.

It did not care if one was rich or if one was poor. 

The Night’s King was the true villain. 

He had once been human. 

His first crime being falling in love with the Night’s Queen. 

She was beautiful. She had hair the color of snow, eyes as blue as the sky. Her skin was alabaster. 

The moment the human who would become the Night’s King saw her, he had to have her for there was no one more beautiful. 

And he deserved her for he was a King. King deserved only the most beautiful of women. 

So he tried to win her heart. So that winter he sat out to do just that. He would always watch her dancing under the moonlight. Every night, he waited for her.

But there was nothing he could do to make her love him.

First he tried with a dress made of the finest silks and thread spun from gold.

The Night’s Queen laughed and went off into the night.

He left her jewelry. 

“I do not need jewels,” she told him before leaving him. 

Then he brought her gold coin.

She laughed at him once again. “I do not desire your earthly possessions. Besides, I could never be with someone like you. You are something death can touch. I am something you cannot begin to understand. You will grow old while I remain young and beautiful. Your heart still beats, mine is frozen. I will never be yours.” 

So she left the man. 

She stopped dancing under the moonlight.

The man grew angry.

He sent his men to find a way that he would not age, to find out how the Night’s Queen existed. 

The men brought back an answer. He would have to complete an unspeakable act but it would give him what he wished.

So the King did it. 

“What did you do?” The Night’s Queen asked him. 

The king’s form had changed. Horns grew from his head, like his crown. His skin was made up of ice and snow. His men had also changed, becoming more monstrous. There were bones where their skin should be. 

“I have done what you wanted. I have also given you children. Do you see now how much I love you? Do you see what I did for our love?” he asked her.

“You have doomed us all. I cannot love you and you do not love me. I am not a possession. The blood you have spilt will lead to our destruction.”

And the Night’s Queen ran.

She ran to the North, into the mountains where wild dragons resided.

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Mikasa turned the page in the book. 

Nothing. It went onto another story about a girl and an ice dragon.

What had happened to the Night’s Queen? 

Had she been defeated by Lightbringer like the Night’s King?

It was late.

Levi would be returning any day now. 

Things were not good between Mikasa, Annie, and Sasha.

Mikasa had gone to them the moments after the dragon had hatched. She told them everything about her mother, about Kiyomi, and about how the dragon hatchling came into being.

They were angry. 

Angry that once again, she had kept things from them after they had agreed to speak to one another about everything. Yet Mikasa continued to keep secrets. They had shouted at one another, Mikasa’s grief still flowing through her. Sasha and Annie were hurt from her actions. 

She was so damn selfish. 

Now she had a dragon hatchling who was terrorizing her. The long curtains that reached the ground had been burnt on the bottoms.The hatchling, who she had named Rhaena, spent a lot of time in her hair, hanging on the back of her neck or sitting on her shoulder. When she had walked into a meeting with the Minor Houses, they had stared at the hatchling before moving onto the business at hand.

It had been almost a full moon cycle since Mikasa had been attacked, Levi was still at the capitol. He was to escort the princes back with Vulcan. Added protection for the princes after everything that had happened. It had taken two weeks to get everything in place, then it would take two more for them to reach the North.

To be completely honest, Eren Jaeger was the last thing on Mikasa’s mind. When she wasn’t dealing with the Minor Houses, she was making sure supplies were on the correct routes. If that was done, she was checking on the rebuilding after the fire from the Fritz Loyalists. If everything was complete, she was trying to figure out what her mother had done and what a dragon having three heads meant.

Levi had been no help on that. She had written to him about the dragon hatching, the voice she heard. 

Your father used to be obsessed with that phrases. Kenny doesn’t know what it means either. Maybe it’s why you have three dragons under your command. I’ll have Hange look into it. That was what Levi had written her back. Hange had looked into it at the capitol and found nothing. However, Hange was coming to the North. Levi had told Mikasa if she was comfortable, perhaps she should tell Hange everything. They knew more about magic than anyone else.

The suggestion of telling Kenny had crossed both Mikasa and Levi’s mind. But would the man reveal what he knew? Unlikely. If Hange could answer the questions Mikasa had, she would tell them. 

Rhaena was chewing on the burnt curtain. 

“Stop that!” Mikasa remarked as she got up off her bed. 

Rhaena growled at Mikasa as Mikasa got closer. 

“Daor!” Mikasa commanded as she tried to pry Rhaena’s mouth open. 

The hatchling growled again and snapped at Mikasa.

The curtain was out of Rhaena’s mouth at least.

Mikasa was beginning to feel like she had a child. 

A child who could breathe fire and had very sharp teeth. 

“Lykirī, Rhaena. Be calm. You’re safe. You cannot eat the curtains.” Mikasa petted Rhaena’s head.

The red dragon seemed to almost purr.

“Gevī, Rhaena.” 

Mikasa brought the hatchling with her to the bed, allowing Rhaena to sleep on her pillow. 

“Let us hope that Levi returns tomorrow. We need more flight practice,” Mikasa told the dragon as Rhaena curled up, falling asleep almost instantly. 

Mikasa sighed. 

Of course the hatchling had no trouble falling asleep while Mikasa tossed and turned most of the night. She could still see images of the attack, her mother ending Kiyomi’s life. It was all she could see. She found herself sleeping and dressing only in tunics and breeches. Not wanting to be caught unarmed, there was a dagger under  each pillow. Her sword was right next to her bed. 

Anytime she was out of the castle, Meadow and Kayda became her shadow while Rhaena stayed on her shoulder. She would not be caught like that ever again. 

As she blew out the candles for the night, she looked at the drawer when she kept Eren’s letters. She had read them. He did seem truly sorry for the way he had acted, he was worried about her. But was it enough?

She hadn’t allowed herself to think about it until this moment. 

They just felt like words on paper. Her parents had died, he thought she was ill. Those were the simple facts. It was to ease his mind. So many people only thinking about themselves, including herself. 

Where did that leave her?

It left her in a place of anger. 

An anger she disguised from the Minor Houses and the smallfolk. 

Mikasa had been raised to be a queen. She knew how to speak, how to walk, and how to make them think everything was fine. 

She was fine.

She didn’t feel guilt. She didn’t feel anything.

Or that was at least what they saw. 

And it was what Mikasa told herself every night.

She was fine.

She could run the North while her aunt, uncle, and cousin helped the king. 

And when the nightmare returned tonight, she’d tell herself the same thing again. 

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“Kirimvose,” Levi said as he sat across from Eren at the fire they had made.

“Kirimrose?” Eren said wrong.

“That's not even a word,” Levi said as he pinched the bridge of his nose."Kirimvose! Key-RIM-voh-say.” 

“Key-RIM-oh-say,” Eren pronounced the word wrong yet again. 

“Key-RIM-voh-say. Not Key-RIM-oh-say.” 

“I’m never going to learn Valyrian at this rate,” Eren sighed as he leaned back, his back resting on the ground while he still sat on a fallen log. 

“It means thank you so you need to learn it. Kirimvose,” Armin pronounced the word perfectly. 

“How do you say Hello?” Zeke asked Eren. 

The whole ground had committed to learning Valyrian on their trip North. Hange already knew a large chunk. Jean knew some basics.Zeke, Porco, Pieck, and Armin had no trouble picking up the language. Reiner had given up weeks ago. Bertolt had followed Reiner’s lead. Colt, Gabi, Falco, Connie, and Eren were all currently struggling with the language. 

“Rytsas,” Eren answered.

“At least you’ll be able to greet her when we get there,” Zeke nodded. 

“If he remembers it,” Jean snorted.

“Thank you, Jean. You’re being rather helpful,” Eren rolled his eyes from his spot on the ground. 

“What’s her title?” Jean asked.

“Dārilaros,” Eren answered.

“What does it mean again?” Gabi asked from across the campfire.

“Heir. Crown princess or crown prince,” Hange answered.

“So Zeke would have the same title if he were from Valyrian,” Connie added.

“He has the title anyway. It’s just saying he is a crown prince, he is the heir,” Levi said as he pinched the bridge of his nose again. “It’s another language.” 

“This is why I gave up after the first week,” Reiner laughed. 

“Why is Valyrian so hard to learn?” Gabi asked.

“It’s because you’re not used to it. It’s not that hard. It’s not spoken by anyone other than the Ackermans here. King Grisha knows some but not very much. It’s almost a dead language on this continent,” Levi explained. “Some speak it in the Free Cities.” 

“Do they speak the language of the First Men in the Free Cities?” Colt asked.

“The Old Tongue?” Hange looked up from the book they were reading by the fire. “I don’t think so. I always thought the Old Tongue was only spoken by those in the North.” 

“Giants speak the Old Tongue,” Falco piped up. 

“Giants don’t exist,” Gabi argued.

Levi snorted, “Giants exist. They live in the mountains past the wild dragons in the North.” 

“No, the giants died in the Long Night,” Gabi argued.

“No. They didn’t. Why do you think they wanted to build a wall there? They wanted to keep things of magic over there,” Levi argued. 

“Why didn’t they then? And why hasn’t anyone seen one?” 

“The Stone Deceiver,” Hange said as if that explained everything. 

“I have no idea what that means,” Bertolt said as he stared at Hange.

“No one does,” Hange replied ominously.

“Can we continue Valyrian now? We’ll be in the North before we know it,” Eren muttered. 

“You know you could just order us to. You are a prince in case you forgot,” Pieck grinned as she used her knife to cut off a slice of apple. 

“I’m not ordering Lord Levi to do anything. Do you not see what sits behind him?” 

Vulcan raised his head and showed his teeth. For a moment, Eren thought the dragon was smiling at him. 

“Zaldrīzes rȳbus, lo mērī udrirzi Valyrio eglio ȳdrassua,” Levi replied. 

“What does that mean?” Eren asked. 

“A dragon only listens when you speak in High Valyrian.” 

That may be the case but Eren knew that Vulcan knew exactly what was being said. There was no doubt about that for Eren.

The dragon lowered his head, resting behind his rider. It made Eren miss Fenrir. But the wolf had to stay in the carriage for the most part. They went out for short walks in the early morning and then Fenrir was put in the carriage. The same with Vivica. Midnight was stuck in his cage until they reached the North. Midnight was not happy about that. He let Eren know it every time they opened the carriage. A second carriage followed with all their belongings. 

They would reach the Ackerman castle before they knew it. Eren didn’t know how to feel about it. Mikasa hadn’t written him back but he hadn’t expected her to. He was a bit disappointed by it though. 

He had no one to blame but himself for his troubles with Mikasa. He wasn’t even sure that learning Valyrian was the right answer. He didn’t know the right answer. He didn’t even know how to act around her. 

How does one act around their betrothed who had lost so much in such a short amount of time who you repeatedly treated badly because you wanted to push them away and now you who have to live in the same castle? 

Eren ran his hands over his face and into his hair. 

—-------------------------

“Dracarys!” Mikasa yelled at the three dragons who were currently stationed around what would quickly become a large fire. 

Meadow, Kayda, and Rhaena released fire on the wooden structure. 

“The autumn equinox is not for a few weeks,” Sasha said as she walked over. 

Mikasa turned towards her. “It’s the wood that was burnt but not fully burnt from the fires. We replaced any piece that was damaged.” 

“I should have known.”

Mikasa simply nodded as she turned back towards the fire. 

“Did you name her?”

“Rhaena.”

“Valyrian name. Should have known.” 

“Named Kayda from my mother’s language, I felt as if I should name this one in my father’s,” Mikasa said simply.

“Good name.” 

“Thank you.” Mikasa clasped her hands together. 

“Your sword and daggers are done. Whenever you wish to wield Valyrian steel.” 

“Thank you.”

There was an awkwardness that hadn’t been there between them before. Neither knew what to say because there was nothing they could say to one another that would make it better. 

“Rhaena, māzīs,” Mikasa called to the dragon.

Rhaena ran towards Mikasa before jumping into the air. Her wings stretched out, Rhaena flew until she landed on Mikasa’s shoulder. The dragon then proceeded to hide under Mikasa’s hair. 

“Is that why you’ve been wearing your hair down?” Sasha asked.

Mikasa nodded, “she likes to hang onto the back of my neck.”

“Do her claws bother you?” 

Mikasa shook her head. “At first. I have gotten used to it. It makes it easier to smuggle her in and out of the castle without anyone seeing her.” 

“So you’re keeping her a secret for now then?” 

Mikasa nodded again. “I should go make sure arrangements are in order for Levi’s return.”

Sasha nodded.

The two women walked in opposite directions. 

Neither catching the other looking back.

—-------------------

It wasn’t that Annie was actively avoiding Mikasa. 

Yes, she was angry with her.

But it was more of avoiding her father. He was visiting the castle yet again. 

The good thing was Mikasa had not released Annie as her lady. As long as Annie was Mikasa’s lady, her father could not force her to the capital. 

Annie spent most of her time in the training yard, practicing her weaker skills. Then she tended to things within the castle. She spent her spare time finding out where her father was and making sure their paths did not cross.

She was eagerly awaiting Levi’s return so he could throw her father out. 

—----------------------

The castle was waiting in the distance. Levi touched down first. The carriage, the guards, and the princes were close behind. 

Mikasa was awaiting her cousin’s arrival. 

Vulcan roared. 

It was echoed back by Meadow and Kayda. 

Home.

They were finally home. 

Levi had missed his bed. 

And he may have missed his cousin a bit as well. 

Sometimes, Levi didn’t know if Mikasa was his younger sister or his daughter. He felt like she somehow was both at the same time. Maybe that was what bothered him about how Mikasa had responded to her parents’ death. They were just blood but they hadn’t been around. It was him, Kuchel, and Kenny who raised her. They taught her Valyrian, how to ride a dragon. What had Yui done but given birth to the woman? 

Vulcan landed next to Meadow and Kayda in the garden. 

Levi jumped down from the dragon. He quickly removed the saddle. Then Vulcan headbutted Meadow. Then Vulcan repeated the action with Kayda. Levi shook his head as he walked away from the dragons. He handed the saddle off to one of the guards waiting outside of the garden. 

He made his way to the front of the castle. The carriage was just pulling up. The guards and the princes were dismounting from their horses.

“Princess Mikasa! Or dare I say, sister,” Zeke said as he hugged Mikasa. The prince picked her up and spun her in a circle. Mikasa’s eyes were wide as Zeke sat her down on the ground. “I would offer my condolences for your family but I imagine you have grown sick of hearing it. So instead, I will say I am happy you have allowed my brother and me into your gracious home.” 

“House Jaeger will always be welcomed anywhere House Ackerman is. I thank you for your condolences,” Mikasa nodded. 

The wolves were released from the carriage, Fenrir made his way over to Mikasa. Mikasa gave him a pet on the head. The wolf’s tongue hung out of his mouth. 

“Rytsas, dārilaros,” Eren greeted Mikasa.

Mikasa’s eyes widened.

Levi was proud of the prince. Eren had pronounced it correctly and not forgotten his words. 

“Ydra ji valyre?” 

“He’s learning to speak Valyrian. He is not fluent,” Levi informed Mikasa.

Mikasa turned towards him. 

“We all have,” Armin said. 

“They’re very bad at it,” Levi scoffed. “I didn’t teach them anything that will help them understand when we’re talking about them in front of them.” 

“That’s rude,” Pieck scoffed. 

“Rooms?” Hange asked. “I’m sure Midnight would like to get out of his cage.” 

“There are guards waiting to show you to your room,” Mikasa informed them. 

“CORN!” Midnight yelled from his cage which Falco was carrying.

“How did you clean him on the way here?” Mikasa wondered.

“It wasn’t easy. We had to lock the carriage and make sure he didn’t escape,” Armin answered. 

“We? Falco and I had to do it!” Gabi yelled. 

“It is too early to be yelling,” Reiner muttered.

“It’s the middle of the day,” Bertolt reminded him.

“It’s still too early.”

“Let’s get to the rooms,” Colt said.

The guards and the princes followed the Ackerman guards.

Levi watched them walk away before he spoke to Mikasa. “I received a raven from Annie and Sasha.”

“So you know how Rhaena hatched then and what my mother did?” Mikasa asked, not looking at her cousin. 

“Yes,” Levi answered.

Mikasa nodded. 

“Where is the hatchling anyway?” 

“Hiding under my hair.” 

“‘She bonded to you?”

Mikasa nodded. “I told her to serve and she responded. I don’t think I could ride her.”

“She won’t be big enough anytime soon. So that doesn’t seem to be the answer. Is Meadow still listening to your commands?” 

Mikasa nodded again. “I haven’t told him to serve. I fear his reaction. I don’t think he would kill me. I do think that he may hurt me or at least scare me.” 

“Best not to take the risk. Anything else I need to be aware of?” 

“I haven’t summoned the flames or even tried since that night. I haven’t seen the ice at all.” 

“I meant in general but I suppose that’s important to know as well. We’ll announce that you have another dragon soon. For now, keep her hidden. I will see what Hange can find out. I brought them to the North for their knowledge. They’re continuing Erwin’s research.”

“Any chance they know what the dragon must have three heads means?” 

“I’ll have Hange look into it as well. Where did you hear that?” Levi asked as an eye peeked through the side of Mikasa’s hair. 

“In my head when Rhaena was born.”

That was strange. It was not the first time that Mikasa had mentioned hearing a voice. Levi didn’t think Mikasa was going mad. He knew she was grieving, he knew she was hurting. She wasn’t mad. She seemed to understand what exactly was happening. 

“What did you name her Rhaena?” Levi asked.

Mikasa looked down, “my father told me stories about her. She was a queen of Valyria. Her husband was usurped and the man who killed him tried to make her marry him. She had him beheaded instead and took the throne for herself. She rode into battle against other dragonlords who came for the throne.” 

“I thought you didn’t want to be queen,” Levi teased her. 

“I don’t. I just…I named Kayda for my mother, I named Rhaena for my father.”

“How are you…”

“I’m surviving. I have this anger inside…I didn’t even know I could be this angry. Then some days the anger fades and I just feel…empty. I wonder why they never told me anything. I try not to allow myself to think about it. I am just trying to find answers.” 

Levi watched the dragon hatchling come out and sit on Mikasa’s shoulder. The hatchling nuzzled up to Mikasa. Mikasa stroked the dragon’s head. 

“I wish I had more to give you.”

Mikasa nodded again. 

“Do you want to tell me exactly what happened?” 

Mikasa nodded yet again. 

So the two of them departed to Levi’s office. 

—----------

It was not surprising that Eren and Zeke had been moved to a different level of the castle. 

Eren and Zeke had a room each with a combined sitting room outside of their bedrooms. 

Across the hall, Jean, Connie, Reiner and Bertolt had smaller rooms with a sitting room outside of them.

Pieck and Gabi had two larger rooms and a sitting room. 

On the other side of them, Colt, Porco, and Falco had their rooms and sitting room. 

Armin had a large room with no sitting room at the end of the hall and Hange had the same on the opposite side. 

Once Eren and Mikasa married, they'd redo the room assignments. 

Eren fell back on his bed while Fenrir ran around with Vivican. Both Zeke and Eren had their bedroom doors open. Midnight had flown out of the window the moment the crow had been freed from the cage. 

Zeke had started unpacking. 

Eren had not.

It wasn't that he didn't want to be here….he did. He just…

His thoughts were interrupted by Gabi and Falco dropping off a trunk in the sitting room.

“Why is this so heavy?” Falco wondered.

“Didn’t seem that heavy to me,” Gabi scoffed.

The two exited the sitting room.

Eren got up and looked at the trunk.

“Zeke, your trunk is here,” Eren said as he walked away.

“It’s not mine. All my things are in here already. That’s yours,” Zeke replied from his room. “You brought it down to the carriage the night before we left. I saw you. Father yelled at you about leaving your room without guards.”

Eren frowned. He didn’t remember any of that.

Opening the trunk, Eren jumped back once he saw what was inside. 

The war hammer. 

He slammed the lid back shut and carried it into his room. 

—-----------------------

Niccolo had arrived in the late afternoon to begin preparations for dinner. 

Sasha was in the forge when he passed by.

He slowed. “Good afternoon, Lady Sasha.” 

Sasha looked up from the helmet she was shining. “You can just call me Sasha, Niccolo. How are you?” 

“I am well. And you?” 

“I am also well. Are you here for dinner then?”

Niccolo nodded, “I am. I am heading that way to begin.” 

“I look forward to seeing you tonight,” Sasha smiled.

Niccolo smiled back.

His whole day was made.

—----------------

Armin had expected to see Annie again.

A part of him had worried about living in the same place as her. Would she be fine with it? Would she ignore him? 

Then Armin ran into Annie while climbing the stairs. 

He was carrying a trunk and hadn’t seen Annie when she was coming down the stairs. Clearly, she had not been paying attention either.

Armin almost fell back a step but chose to drop the trunk. In a split second he saw Annie falling backwards, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her towards him. Weapons fell out of the trunk as the trunk rolled down the stairs.

They froze there for a moment.

At first they just stared at one another.

Time seemed to have stopped just for them. 

Then they both realized they were holding onto one another. 

Armin released her. “I should pick those up. Are you…?”

“I’m fine,” Annie muttered as she stepped back. 

Armin swallowed and just as he was about to speak,Bertolt came down the stairs. 

“Lady Leonhardt, I was hoping to take a walk around the gardens if you wouldn’t mind showing me around,” Bertolt asked.

Annie stared at Armin for a moment. “Yes, of course,” Annie replied before descending the stairs.

Armin just watched her leave.

—-----------------------

Dinner was uncomfortable.

Armin gripped his fork in a deathgrip. No one else seemed to notice but Eren knew Armin’s body language. He was not happy.

“Armin? Is everything…?”

“Everything is fine, Eren,” Armin replied before unnecessarily stabbing the meat on his plate.

Mikasa sat on the other side of Eren. She hadn’t spoken to him, Sasha, or Annie. In fact, she didn’t even look in any of their directions. 

Instead, eyes poked out from her hair. 

There was something alive in her hair.

He couldn’t see what it was.

It just stared at him, watching. 

What could Mikasa possibly have kept hidden in her hair?

He knew she wore her hair braided most of the time but it was down. 

As Eren raised a fork to his mouth, the nose came out. 

Scales. Red scales.

Was that a dragon in Mikasa’s hair? 

Mikasa was too busy discussing something with Hange who was on the other side of Mikasa. 

Eren ate the meat off his fork.

The nose disappeared back into Mikasa’s hair but the eyes were still reflecting the candlelight. 

Eren picked up piece of meat again and put it onto his fork. He held it up. 

It was almost too fast for Eren to get a good look but the dragon blew fire onto the meat. Then it snatched the meat off of Eren’s fork and retreated back into Mikasa’s hair. 

Eren froze.

The eyes were back staring at him. 

Mikasa didn’t seem to notice or she didn’t care. 

It wasn’t long after that Mikasa excused herself from the table and left without sparing a glance in his direction.

Eren’s appetite disappeared.

—-----------

Mikasa knew that Levi had brought Hange here to help. So she used dinner to talk to them about what had happened. 

“Bloodmagic and fire magic are what House Ackerman used. That’s what was torn from your mother’s journal. Bloodmagic can be addictive. It can twisted a person’s mind in ways no one can truly understand. It’s also what fuels the bond between the dragons and their riders. Not all blood magic is dark and evil,” Hange had explained. 

“Would kinslaying be used for bloodmagic?” Mikasa asked softly.

Hange nodded, “it would be a powerful blood sacrifice but it would have horrific effects. Is that what you think happened?” 

“I…I don’t know. Has Levi told you?”

“Yes, he did. I brought some books from Zeke’s library and others from the capitol. I can always write for more if I can’t find answers in these.”

“I fear there may be no answers. I hope you’ll excuse me. I’m going to take my leave now.” 

Hange nodded.

Mikasa stood from the table and began to walk away. Something made her look back. She saw Eren’s body slump down into the chair and push his plate away. Something caught in her throat. She hadn’t meant to ignore him. She hadn’t meant to be rude. She just hadn’t thought of him. Guilt bubbled up in her stomach. She shook her head as she walked away.

She never did the same thing at the same time due to not wanting anyone to catch on her routine. It had been easier when she was meeting with the Minor Houses. Levi’s return guaranteed that she wouldn’t be doing that anytime soon.

Not being as busy meant that the grief had time to burrow in. 

The anger always came first. 

Sadly, that didn’t equal the fire showing itself again. It should have been as simple to summon as when she told her dragons to breathe fire. Instead, it was unreliable.

Then there was the anger that she felt towards Sasha and Annie.

Sure, they were hurt but Mikasa was the one going through the pain. She wasn’t dead. Her dragons wouldn’t allow it. It wasn’t as if she was going to try again to end her life. Mikasa ran hand through her hair as she exited into the side yard of the castle. 

Rhaena came to sit on her shoulder. Kayda and Meadow flew overhead. Mikasa wondered how they always knew where she was now. It was as if their bond had strengthened. 

People smiled and waved as she passed them, regarding her. She wondered how many of them had added to the rumor that she was pregnant with Eren’s bastard. Because no one knew the true reason Mikasa had been sick for the fortnight while she was unconscious, they made up their own truths. 

Worst of all, Mikasa had to hear it from men who reported to the man who might as well be her older brother. Mikasa was glad, however, she didn’t have to be there when Levi dealt with those same people. She knew he would not be happy about such gossip happening. 

People thought she was pregnant when she hadn’t so much as been kissed in the nineteen namedays she’d been alive. She knew she would always be a pawn, never to marry for love. She was for alliances, for land, or whatever else. Her title of heir being taken away, her aunt being deceased should have changed all that. Levi had told her he would cancel the marriage. He didn’t care but Mikasa couldn’t dare to disappoint anyone else. 

Deciding she walked far enough away from the castle, Mikasa turned around and walked back. Kayda and Meadow landed and followed her the whole way. She locked Rhaena in her room while she ran to the library to get more books to look through. She wasn’t sure what she was even looking for. 

She was in the stacks when she heard someone else come in. She thought it was going to be Levi or Hange.

As she stepped out into the main path, Eren was standing there. Fenrir made his way from Eren’s side to her. Mikasa patted the wolf on the head.

“Hello,” he said simply as he rubbed the back of his neck. 

“Hello,” Mikasa repeated. 

“Sorry. I didn’t know you were here. I can go,” he offered.

“It’s fine.”

The silence was awkward. She didn’t know what to say, clearly he didn’t either. So they just stood there until Eren finally looked away. 

“Were you looking for anything?” Mikasa finally blurted out. 

“Depends on how good you are at keeping secrets,” Eren replied. 

“Depends. Is it going to get me executed?” 

“It’s possible.” 

“You’re not going to usurp?”

“Fuck no. I don’t want to rule. Sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” 

“So what is it?” 

“There’s this war hammer….”

“Go on…”

“I brought it here. The thing is I don’t remember loading it into the carriage or even going down to where it last was. It seems when it's out of the trunk, I’m the only one who can lift it.”

Mikasa didn’t know anything about a war hammer besides one the Tyburs were said to possess. It was said to control the Others in the books but there was nothing about whether only certain people could lift it. 

“Unfortunately, I don’t think you’ll find many answers here. I know I haven’t.” 

“Were you sick or did something else happen? You….you look too skinny. Zeke said I shouldn’t say anything since you’re grieving,” Eren looked back towards the door. 

Mikasa sighed as she leaned up against one of the bookshelves. “I was unconscious. Whether I was truly ill or not, I do not know. I just know my mind was somewhere else.” 

“Did someone make you unconscious?” Eren asked as he took a step towards her.

Mikasa shook her head. “I would tell you the whole story but I’m not in the mood to have someone else be angry with me.”

Eren frowned as he studied her. 

“What?” 

“I’m trying to understand why someone would be angry with you.”

Mikasa stared at him.

“You look far too much like Levi when you stare at me like that. It's a bit unnerving.”

“You are angry with me most of the time it seems,” Mikasa deadpanned. 

“I am not angry with you. I am angry with myself. I…I didn’t want to drag you into this mess that is me. I didn’t want people attacking you because you’re associated with me.”

“Bit too late for that, isn’t it?” She scoffed as her hands balled into fists at her side. 

“That was exactly what I was trying to avoid,” Eren took another step towards her.

“I am so sick of everyone else around here deciding what is best for me! I can take care of myself! I have a dragon. Not to mention that I’ve spent most of my life learning a sword, a dagger, archery, and whatever weapon Levi could put into my hands. The only reason you drew first blood is because I let my anger get the best of me!” Mikasa threw her hands up. The fire was coursing through her veins again. The anger towards Eren for the way he treated her, the way he made her seem like a fool was bubbling up. “You didn’t speak to me. You didn’t look at me. You left without a word. I got upset, yes. But then I talked to my ladies about it. You would have known that if you wouldn’t have been a coward and left! Then you played me like a fool at the capitol. Do you know what they say about me?” 

Eren just stared at her. 

“They say I have your bastard in my womb, that I wasn’t sick. They whisper about me. I have to hear it from the minor houses. I have to deal with the rumors while you do whatever you please. You decided what was best for me. Why did you write me those letters? Why did you learn Valyrian? Because you didn’t do it for me. You did it to clean your conscience.” Mikasa began to head towards the door. 

As she passed Eren, he grabbed her arm and stopped her. 

“Tell me how to make it right,” his eyes searched her face. 

The tears were welling up in her eyes. 

He brushed a stray hair from off her forehead. 

“I don’t know,” she gently removed his hand from her arm. 

Mikasa left the library.

She made sure not to look back at Eren.

——————-

When Eren arrived back in his room, he was not expecting to see a drunk Armin on the floor while Zeke, Jean, and Pieck all stared at him.

“Now they’re going for another walk around the garden. How many walks around the garden does one need?” Armin asked before he raised the bottle up to his mouth.

“Perhaps you should just tell her how you feel,” Pieck shrugged from the chaise she was taking up. 

“Pieck, you are in the circle of trust not to judge or offer advice,” Zeke scolded.

“Oh fuck your circle of trust. You have the romantic insights of horseshit,” Pieck answered. “You’ve fucked with half the kingdom,” she motioned to Jean. 

“I’ve only fucked you lately,” Jean muttered.

“The coward on the floor cannot tell the woman he’s been fucking for years that he’s in love with her and that one,” Pieck pointed to Eren. “Just walks away. Your circle of trust is not filled with intelligence. Maybe if for once you’d think with your head and not your dick, you all wouldn’t be in this position.”

“I am fine with having the romantic insights of horseshit, thank you very much,” Zeke replied before swiping the bottle from Armin. 

“What did I just walk into?” Eren asked.

“Annie is taking her second walk around the garden with Bertolt. Armin came to talk to you, you were gone. I offered him alcohol. Jean and Pieck stopped by. Where have you been?” Zeke asked.

“Library.”

Jean snorted.

“You can read?” Pieck teased.

“Funny. That joke never gets old. I’ll be back,” Eren said as he turned and left again. 

This time, Eren wasn’t walking away. He was walking towards something.

——————

Mikasa was not expecting a knock on her door. She wasn’t expecting company. Rhaena was asleep. The hatchling slept like the dead sometimes. Surprisingly, this seemed to be one of those times.

Another surprise was Eren and Fenrir waiting on the other side of the door. 

“Can I come in? I thought since everyone thinks you’re carrying my bastard, Levi wouldn’t kill me for coming here. Can’t cause more of a scandal since you’re already carrying my child,” he teased.

Mikasa stepped out of the way and let him with Fenrir into the sitting room. 

“That’s what it was!” Eren exclaimed as he pointed to the small red dragon asleep on the table.

“What? Rhaena?” Mikasa asked. 

“She stole my food! She was in your hair!” 

“She did? I’m sorry. She’s…she’s only a moon cycle old.”

“Where did she come from?” 

“It’s a long story.”

Eren sat down on one of the chaises in the sitting room.“I’ve got time.”

Mikasa sat down on one of them across from him. 

“So where did she come from?” Eren asked again.

Mikasa sighed as she sat down on the chaise across from him. Then she began her story. For whatever reason, Mikasa found herself telling Eren everything. What had happened the night she began ice and fire, what she saw after everything went black and she was in that world, what her mother had done, and how Rhaena had come into being.

Eren didn’t say anything. He just sat there and listened to her. He would nod for her to go on as if he wanted her to know that he was paying attention. There were a few times Mikasa started crying but she pushed on. She didn’t stop and Eren didn’t stop her.

She explained her fears about what all this meant for her, how she truly did believe people would be better off without her. She told them of Annie and Sasha’s reactions, how she hadn’t talked to Annie in weeks. Her first conversation with Sasha in weeks had been earlier that morning. 

“I’m a monster,” Mikasa whispered as she looked down, her face in her hands. 

Eren reached over and gently pried her hands from her face. “You’re not a monster,” he reassured her. 

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m just so angry,” her voice cracked.

“You have a right to be angry. You are carrying a lot of grief, Mikasa. I’ve seen enough people die….I saw Erwin die. He died because of me. You don’t think that makes me angry? He was a great man and he died because I decided to go out one night. I couldn’t just stay in my room. It was my fault. But I can’t give up. You can’t give up. If we do, those who died for us, died for nothing,” he held onto her hands, forcing her to look at him.

“I hate her, Eren. I hate her more than I ever loved her. I hate my own mother. That makes me a monster,” Mikasa confessed.

“She wasn’t your mother, Mikasa. She gave birth to you and left. If you ask me, she’s the monster.”

“She had a reason.”

“I don’t care about her reasoning. If she really wanted to protect you, she’d tell you what was going on.” 

Mikasa pulled her hands back. “I suppose you’re right about that.”

“Of course I am.”

Mikasa rolled her eyes. 

Eren laughed. 

Rhaena flew over from the table and landed on the floor between the two of them. The hatchling studied Eren, cocking her head to the side as she watched him. 

“She is deciding if she likes you or not,” Mikasa teased him.

“And if she doesn’t?” 

“I imagine she’ll burn you.”

“That’s comforting,” Eren muttered.

Rhaena walked over to Eren, smelled him and flew back onto the table. Fenrir lifted his head from his spot on the floor.

“She has decided she will not burn you for now. She decided you could live for now.” 

“Thanks,” he muttered in the direction of Rhaena. 

Mikasa laughed. 

Eren looked over at her and grinned.

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There were several things Levi had been prepared to see when he walked into Mikasa’s sitting room. The candles were still burning and the door left just slightly ajar. This was not one of them. 

Mikasa was curled on her side, asleep on the chaise. 

On the floor, Fenrir was curled up with the hatchling dragon curled into his side. 

Eren was asleep on his stomach on the other chaise. 

The hatchling was the only one who lifted their head.

Levi held a finger up to his lips. 

Rhaena lowered her head back down. 

He walked out into the hall and found a servant. Moments later, the servant returned. Levi ducked back into the room, with two blankets in hand. He covered Mikasa and Eren up before blowing out all the candles. He lowered the oil lamps to the lowest setting.

Then he left, locking the door behind him. 

It was evident that the two of them had fallen asleep talking. If this was how the two of them were to make their peace, it was not for Levi to decide. In fact, it made his life a little bit easier. 

[sunshine-vx]

Across Space, Time and Dreams (ASTaD) (Ch. 16- Part 1 of 2)

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(Please refer to beginning of chapter 1 post for complete list of CWs/TWs)

(This chapter's first illustration done by @sforspoot , second illustration done by @scribblesscribblings (+ their twitter! Thank you so much to both of them!))

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"You must not rush the journey into enlightenment"

"Yet you will never reach your ambitions if you don't persevere"

Emmet had awoken early in the morning, as promised, and he and the Pokémon got ready as quickly as possible, while still making sure they did every safety check and were properly prepared.

Elesa was up as well, waiting, and they had a bit of teary "goodbye-for-now", with Emmet restating his unbreakable promise that he'd return to her– with Ingo.

Emmet and the Pokémon made their way to the Spear Pillars, letting nothing distract them.

Thankfully, when Emmet called to them, Dialga and Palkia answered. 

Emmet had searched out the aid of the Legendary Pokémon. To his relief and excitement, they had agreed to help him, but they made a strange offer. They said that they couldn't help him directly, but they would take him to the timeframe and general space that Ingo would be located in. They would help Emmet if he was in dire need of aid, but in return, he would lend his own aid should they need it.

Emmet asked the Legendaries if they had any more suggestions for Emmet to prepare, and they answered in the affirmative. 

The legendaries told Emmet that he would take a "tumble" and needed some sort of protection, along with supplies.

When Emmet told the legendaries he was ready to go, something incredible happened.

Suddenly, Emmet felt himself become lighter, before everything around him was consumed in a bright light.

When Emmet opened his eyes again and let his guard down, his eyes widened. He was in the tunnels of the Nimbasa City Subway!

Quickly, Emmet checked the pockets of his coat: Good. Everything, the Pokémon, most importantly, were still there.

He looked down at the tracks under him. They were worn from how many times Emmet had paced around on them.

This is where Ingo had vanished.

Emmet looked up, a light to his right attracting his attention.

There was a bright portal that engulfed the tunnel way that led deeper into the Subway.

Emmet understood. That was the portal he would be going through. 

A part of Emmet was nervous. What if he was sent to the wrong place? What if he found out something terrible? He shook his head. Something in his gut told him this was the right decision, despite all the doubt. If it wasn't, he wouldn't give up. He had to find Ingo, no matter what.

Emmet had done all the safety checks he could- although this procedure seemed to break that concept entirely- along with gathering plenty of supplies. Bracing himself, Emmet took in a breath and stepped through the portal. 

Ingo stood at the outskirts of Heavenwood Lookout. Ingo had been at Jubilife village when Irida, leader of the Pearl Clan, had run into the village, announcing that a rift had opened in Alabaster Icelands and something had fallen through. She stated that she swore she saw something strange; They had gotten somewhat used to the rifts and weird things coming through, but this was something new. 

When Ingo heard about this rift, and this mysterious thing, he felt like he needed to investigate this. Like it was important. 

Akari and Rei were going to be sent to investigate, when Ingo suddenly interjected.

"I would like to go investigate, as well."

The others seemed confused, so Ingo explained

"Well, I fell from the sky, didn't I?" He continued, "Maybe investigating these rifts can help me figure out a thing or two about myself."

Emmet had a rough landing. The snow broke a bit of his fall, and Chandelure was able to use its Psychic and Protect moves to shield Emmet and herself, Emmet only exiting the fall with some bigger scratches and bruises. Emmet turned to Chandelure, letting out a sigh of relief to see she was also okay. She was looking at Emmet, concerned.

"I am okay." Emmet smiled. He patted the Luring Pokémon, "Thank you very much, Chandelure. You should rest now." Emmet returned Chandelure to her Pokéball, then looked around. Snow and trees. Was he in Sinnoh? Sinnoh has always been quite cold. Emmet shook his head. Now was not the time for doubts, he was here to find Ingo. 

Emmet trekked forward through the snow. Eventually, he came across a man walking through the snow; And he was wearing that Pearl Clan symbol! Emmet jumped in anticipation.

"Hello!" Emmet called out, "I am Emmet!"

The man turned to Emmet, confused for a moment, before his eyes went wide.

"I am looking for my twin brother, Ingo. Would you happen to know where he is?" Emmet asked

The Pearl Clan member stuttered "I-I…uhm…"

Emmet waited a moment for the Pearl Clan member to respond. Maybe he just had trouble with words. 

But suddenly, the Pearl Clan member just ran off. 

"Hey!" Emmet began to give chase to the Pearl Clan member, before he tripped over a rock and fell into the snow. He pulled himself up onto his knees, frustrated.

Before Emmet could do anything else, a voice rang out.

"Having trouble?"

Emmet looked up to see a blonde man with a blue and yellow outfit and a large backpack.

Emmet stood up onto his feet and brushed the snow off himself.

"A little." Emmet answered 

"What's troubling you? Are you lost? You don't look like you're from here." The man asked.

"I am Emmet. I am not from here. I am looking for my twin brother, Ingo." Emmet explained, "I believe he is in relation with the Pearl Clan. I just encountered a member of this clan, but he ran away from me."

"The name's Volo. Nice to meet you, Emmet." Volo replied, "The Pearl Clan is a bit unfriendly to outsiders sometimes."

"Well, I must speak to them." Emmet said "Why do you think your brother is related to the Pearl Clan?"

Emmet began to become a bit frustrated. 

"Because I saw something about him and he wore a Pearl Clan symbol and a warden bracelet."

"Did'ja see that kinda thing before? As in, before you started looking for your brother?"

Emmet opened his mouth to answer, but stopped to think. He hadn't been to Sinnoh many times before. He swore that his visit with Elesa to the museum was the first time he saw anything related to the Pearl Clan. Maybe he vaguely saw something about it when he was younger?

But why did that matter, anyway?

"Why does that matter?" Emmet echoed his thoughts.

"Well, as someone who's traveled this region as a merchant, I can tell you I don't know anyone called Ingo, or anyone who looks like you." Volo stated "You've been desperate to find your brother, I assume? I think your brain is playing tricks on you."

Emmet's breath got caught in his throat. No, that wasn't true. He had spoken to Dialga and Palkia themselves.

"If you were in my situation you would know that is not true." Emmet frowned.

Volo shrugged, "Hey, do whatever you want. I'm just saying, maybe you should give it up. Go home."

Emmet grimaced, "No. I will keep looking for Ingo. Goodbye."

"Well, in that case, here's something to think about; This land is harsh, including Alpha Pokémon. They're the big ones with red eyes. You could either avoid 'em, or battle 'em to prove your strength, although I recommend the prior." Volo reached into his bag and took out what looked to be a potion, handing it to Emmet.

"Didn't mean to upset you, just trying to help. It wouldn't be very good to go on a wild goose chase for nothing, right?"

Before Emmet could answer, Volo picked up his bag and started to walk away,

"Well, good look!"

Emmet didn't reply. He gripped the potion in his hand. Volo was wrong. How could he know what Emmet has been through, what he knows? He wasn't even a Pearl Clan member. He didn't make a deal with the rulers of space and time. What would he know?

Emmet stuffed the potion in his pocket and huffed. 

He looked ahead. Right. He grinned. Everybody smile! He wouldn't have to worry. He would find Ingo. Yup!

Ingo, Akari and Rei were being escorted by the Galaxy Expedition Team to the Coronet Highlands. As they walked, Ingo thought to himself. The space-time rifts; A very strange phenomenon. He thought back to what he had told Volo in ruins. 

"I have no cause to think the rift is to blame."

He thought over it again. It's very possible he fell through the rift, and it's just as possible something else happened. Regardless, he figured maybe taking a look at this rift would reveal something. It was worth a try, at least. 

Suddenly, he heard a voice call out to him.

"Ingo!"

Ingo turned around and spotted Volo jogging up to them. He stopped once he reached Ingo's side and began walking with him and the others.

"Volo? Is there something you need?" Ingo asked

Volo nodded, "I have something important I need to tell you."

"What is it?"

"I think you shouldn't go near that rift."

Ingo raised an eyebrow, "Why is that?"

"I just came from near it." Volo explained, "I saw something strange. I didn't like the feeling I got regarding it."

"Can you tell me more about it? Is it dangerous?"

"It's hard to explain, but I think it could be dangerous. Or something that could just be generally risky. I think I saw it around the rift."

Ingo thought for a moment. Was it possible that he'd find something about himself that would be upsetting? Would it be something as dangerous as Palkia and Dialga? 

Ingo shook his head, "I appreciate the concern, Volo, but I believe we will be okay. Akari is very strong, and I'm always up for learning something new."

"Are you sure? I just have a bad feeling."

Ingo thought for another moment. Thinking about it, there were things that could go wrong, but it wasn't anything Ingo, Akari and Rei couldn't handle. Ingo trusted his gut, and he didn't have any bad feelings at the given.

Ingo nodded, "I'm sure. Thank you, Volo."

Volo responded, "Well, I suppose I might as well go, too. I'll be up ahead."

Ingo waved as Volo upped his pace and disappeared.

"What was that about?" Rei questioned.

"He was just a bit worried about the rift." Ingo answered.

"He wasn't necessarily afraid of that stuff before," Akari commented, "maybe the things regarding Dialga and Palkia has him nervous."

Ingo paused before coming back from thought, "That seems reasonable."

Ingo felt a bit perplexed. For a long time he knew so little about himself, and now that he feels like he has the chance to learn something, he's being warned. Ingo just wanted to find out a thing or two about himself.

Volo was probably just being anxious. 

Ingo's determination would not be wavered. 

Emmet had reached the beginning of the Coronet Highlands. He had gone through a cave made almost entirely of ice to get there. Emmet had come across another person that had the same outfit as Volo, and he asked the person why Volo said what he did. 

"Eh? I dunno. Paranoia, maybe?" The person answered, "He's always goin' around doin' weird stuff."

Emmet should ask about Ingo.

"I am looking for my twin brother, Ingo. Have you seen him? He looks like me, except dark clothing, and often has more or less the same expression. Yup! He does not smile often, but he is verrry nice!"

The person thought for a moment, before shaking their head.

"Haven't seen nobody like that, as far as I can remember. Sorry, fella." They responded. Emmet's shoulders sank a bit. "Doesn't necessarily mean he ain't here, though." They added on, "There ain't many people 'round here, but walk some ways away from here, and then there should be more. Good luck findin' yer brother."

Emmet thanked the person and walked away. He sighed. Well, that didn't necessarily mean Ingo wasn't here, as the person had said. And they did say that that "Volo" guy may have been bluffing…

Emmet took in a breath, before releasing it. He raised his shoulders and smiled. Emmet couldn't let himself derail onto another track. He would find Ingo! 

Emmet was walking through the Celestica Trail now, although he didn't really know it was called that. He looked around at the strange looking lakes and trees in wonder, when suddenly, something roared at Emmet from behind. He whipped around to see a huge Steelix with glowing red eyes. Emmet's eyes widened and he took a step back. This must be one of those Alpha Pokémon Volo spoke of! But was what he said really true? Before Emmet could act, the Steelix attempted to attack him with Iron Tail. Luckily, Emmet had a good eye and a swift reaction time, as he was able to dodge it.

"So it is trying to attack me…guess I will have to battle it." Emmet thought as he reached into his coat and pulled out a Pokéball, getting up and tossing it, a Pokémon forming from bright light.

"Prepare for victory, Haxorus!"

The yellow-black dragon landed on the ground once it had formed with a snarl, facing the Steelix, who seemed almost angrier now.

"Haxorus, use Earthquake!" Emmet commanded.

Haxorus huffed before letting out a roar as it stomped on the ground, causing it to violently shake beneath the Steelix, which screeched as the move hit it. It slithered back, before snarling and approaching them again. Emmet began to raise his hand to command another attack, but the Steelix was quick, using Bulldoze.

"Haxorus, jump back, dodge the attack!" Emmet ordered. However, the attack was stronger than Emmet expected, and Haxorus was hit, Emmet being knocked over by it, the debris cutting a few parts of his coat, including his arm band and right glove. 

Haxorus landed beside Emmet as it recovered, who shouted, "Do not worry about me! Dragon Dance, then Dragon Claw!"

Haxorus nodded and jumped away to execute its attacks. Emmet stood back up, but before he could act further, the Steelix used Stealth Rock, targeting both Haxorus and Emmet. Emmet's eyes widened and he jumped away to dodge the attack, getting slashed on the arm and his hand, both his armband and right glove slipping off with the wind.

Emmet gasped, "No!"

Thankfully, the Steelix was busy with Haxorus, but it didn't seem like he could hold it off much longer. Emmet reached into his coat and pulled out another Pokéball, throwing it. Garbodor came out and saw the battle going on.

"Garbodor, there is a verrry strong Steelix that attacked me. I thought Haxorus would be able to deal with it but it has harmed my coat and Haxorus is struggling." Emmet quickly explained, "Go help Haxorus- I will be right back."

Garbodor rumbled in response and went to aid Haxorus. Emmet huffed, searching the ground for his armband and glove. He spotted them a few yards away to his left, and as he rushed to grab them, Emmet swore he saw a strange wisp appear and then disappear just as fast. Emmet stopped in shock for a moment, but his armband and glove were blown away by a sudden wind.

"Hey, stop!" Emmet called out, desperate, "Is something there? I am not a threat!"

Still, Emmet saw something strange again, and his precious items were lost in another strong gust of wind.

"No!" Emmet cried, "Come back!"

Emmet gave chase for some yards before realizing the mysterious thing, along with the breeze and his items, were already gone. He clenched his fists, an open-mouthed frown on his face. After a moment, Emmet turned back to see Garbodor and Haxorus struggling against the Steelix. Emmet grimaced, running back to his Pokémon.

"Haxorus, use Earthquake! Garbodor, Focus Blast!"

Haxorus and Garbodor went through with the commands, causing the Steelix to recoil back. As battered as it looked now, it still raised its head again, glaring at them. Swiftly, it once again used Bulldoze, then Stealth Rock. Emmet hollered commands for his Pokémon to dodge as he quickly stepped back. Then suddenly, from above, he heard a yell. Snapping his gaze to the sky, he saw a trainer riding what seemed to be a strange-looking Braviary. It used Aerial Ace, and just like that, the Steelix was out. Emmet's eyes were wide, both surprised and impressed by the strength this trainer and their Pokémon seemed to hold. But before he could call out to the person, they flew away.

Emmet looked back at the scene on the ground. Garbodor and Haxorus were a bit battered, but otherwise well. Emmet smiled and walked towards them, taking out a few potions and treating their injuries. After the Pokémon were healed, Emmet glanced at his arm and hand. His smile vanished. 

Haxorus and Garbodor seemingly frowned, rubbing against and patting Emmet to comfort him. Emmet's smile returned, and he chuckled. "Thank you. I will be okay. You both did great in that battle, how about you two rest for a little while?" Emmet took out the empty Pokéballs and called back the two Pokémon, who agreed to the idea. Emmet put the Pokéballs back in his coat and sighed, his smile beginning to vanish once again. He had lost one of the unique parts of his outfit. It may be small to others, but it still hurt to him. Emmet sighed once again, this time to clear his head, and snapped his gaze to the path ahead. No, Ingo was here in Hisui. Even if he wasn't in the Coronet Highlands, there was still much more of Hisui to explore. Ingo did love seeing new things, after all. Emmet would scan every piece of land, ask every person, search every nook and cranny. He'd look over Hisui twice, three times if he had to! Yet even with all the determination running fiercely through his blood, there was a heavy, dark feeling deep in himself. Emmet breathed in and then out, pushing the icky feeling away. He continued forward. 

Ingo, Akari and Rei stood at Heavenwood Lookout, preparing to go through Wayward Cave. Akari had just finished speaking to Professor Laventon and was approaching Ingo and Rei, when a cry pierced the air. A mysterious wisp came flying from the entrance of Wayward Cave and flew towards them, followed by an odd, strong wind. 

"Woah, what's that?" Akari gasped as the wisp flew away and vanished.

"No idea…" Rei murmured.

"How strange." Ingo added.

"I'm sure it's nothing to worry about. We have each other!" Akari said.

"Right." Ingo nodded, "Let us press on."

Akari, Rei and Ingo approached the entrance of Wayward Cave, Ingo leading the way. Then, Ingo held up his hand to direct them to stay outside for a moment. He took a brief look inside, and sighed, returning towards Rei and Akari.

"The torches are out again. They're lost." Ingo said, frustrated.

 "Again?" Rei asked.

"That's okay!" Akari chimed in, "I have my Rapidash!"

Akari took out a Pokéball and tossed it, Rapidash forming. Akari smiled and patted Rapidash, who huffed.

"Excellent!" Ingo replied, "You know the way, correct? If so, you and Rei can go on ahead while I fix the torches. I will meet you two at Moonview Arena."

Akari and Rei both nodded, Akari leading the way as they walked beside Rapidash. Once they disappeared into the cave, Ingo made his way inside. 

As usual, he felt comforted by Wayward Cave. It resonated with him, especially with the torches, although he didn't know why. Ingo patrolled around the cave, coming to the conclusion that the torches were scattered. He got a bad feeling in his stomach, taking a Pokéball out of his coat and throwing it, an Alakazam forming. 

"Alakazam, I need you to help me find the torches. They have been scattered around the cave." Ingo explained. Alakazam nodded and floated away but still in sight, searching, Ingo following it. It was able to help retrieve quite a few torches for Ingo, and was able to lead Ingo to other areas that the torches had been scattered to so Ingo could also search more efficiently. When they had found all of them, Alakazam aided its trainer in carrying the torches to the main cavern and setting them against the cave wall. Ingo scanned the torches, about to fix them, when he spotted something hanging off one of them. He approached the torch, taking off what he saw. Examining it in his hands, Ingo saw it was two items- one a piece of blue fabric and another seemingly a white glove, both a bit damaged. He thought maybe someone had lost them while coming through, but there had been no reports of an accident or missing person around the Coronet Highlands, and there was nobody inside the cave; Ingo and Alakazam had checked thoroughly while looking for the torches. Ingo studied the items he held. The glove was identical to the ones he used to wear a long while back before losing them, and the blue fabric was also identical to the armband that wrapped around his right arm currently. 

Apparently, Ingo's clothing wasn't like anything the people of Hisui wore. It could be a coincidence, but Ingo had a strange feeling about this. Could it have fallen through the rift? But that was a bit away from here. Perhaps he could get answers once he reached the rift.

As odd as this seemed, Ingo had an unshakable feeling that these items were important. Despite being simple pieces of fabric, they gave him a feeling of comfort. 

Familiarity, almost.

Ingo stuffed the items into his pocket and fixed the torches with the help of Alakazam. After a bit of work, the cave was lit up again, and Ingo felt a feeling of calmness wash over him. He thanked Alakazam for its help, and returned it to its Pokéball. Now, it was time to exit the cave.

Chapter 15

Chapter 16 (Part 2 of 2)

[ryanlockheart]

— ₊ ° . ☆ 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 mellowed out. it was definitely temporary, but the buzz from the beer he'd downed and the peace that river brought him were a match made in heaven. if only jake was always able to drown out the myriad of voices in his head telling him he was a fuck up or that he'd manage to corrupt river somehow. no one hated jake more than himself, but no one loved jake better than river. the only time he felt decent any semblance of decent about himself was when he could see the light in river's doe eyes peering up at him like he'd never done anything wrong in his life. it was so easy to fall in bed with the smaller male. it was a wonder it hadn't happened already. "i should do it just 'cause y'asked me not to! you ought to know how wonderful you are," jake replied, words slurred ever so slightly. he wasn't usually so touchy-feely. he was usually an appreciate in silence type, but river could draw just about anything out of him. "'n' you're my personal squishmallow," he answered right back with a chuckle. everything was so saccharine and gentle; he felt like a completely different person — a normal version of himself perhaps. it was a nice feeling, one he'd try to chase after. "well, i don't know what i ever did to deserve it, but i love you too," jake said softly, the faintest smile on his lips. "you think you could teach me that, huh? 'd make things a helluva lot easier," the taller male went on playfully, a smirk growing across his face. there was a lot of history between the two of them, and it had all led them to this moment. whether it was a lapse in judgment or a moment of clarity, jake was moving full speed ahead with no second guessing himself. "i will, princess. just you wait," he breathed out, lips still nipping at river's neck. there was already a burgeoning purple mark on his alabaster skin, branding river as his own. there was a quick reminder that he was just as much as river's when that dainty hand grasped his cock. jake hissed out in pleasure, eyelids fluttering shut from the overwhelming bliss. river soon had throated his cock, tip steadily leaking down the smaller boy's throat. what came next was unexpected, though, welcome. he never expected to see anyone, let alone his sweet and innocent river, between his legs like a man starved. jake wasn't sure he'd let anyone even venture down there, except his doe-eyed best friend. he was a step above all the rest and had nothing to prove to jake... yet there he was. jake was at his most vulnerable, and river was there to bask in all the glory. "y-you thought about eating my ass?" he sputtered out. he'd never quite realized how deeply rooted their feelings for each other might have been. it terrified him and thrilled him at the same time. his nimble digits threaded through river's silky locks, keeping him in place. his free arm wrapped around his legs and pushed them back, granting river full access to him. "show daddy how much ya love him," jake instructed, his voice weak and full of grovel. "i want you to go wild, baby. don't you dare think of holding back on me now... i promise i'll be good. you're the only person daddy'd ever let touch him down there. you're real lucky — but so am i."

all river ever wanted to do was help jake. he had seen his friend's rage firsthand, and it shattered his heart into a million pieces. he hated the thought of his best friend being alone, with no one there to ease his fears when he was on a downward spiral. finding jake in the midst of a rowdy frat party was less than ideal, but river was desperate. he had to figure out what was ailing his friend before it was too late — before he lost the boy forever. river hadn't anticipated falling into bed with him, but he supposed there were worse ways to sort out their problems. "yeah, uh... let's not do that here. or ever," river chuckled awkwardly, bouncing on the heels of his feet. jake was being so sweet, saying all of the right things; it should have given him some idea that something was up, but his rose colored lenses were in full effect. river couldn't see anything past that painfully handsome face. "you're my giant, remember? besides, y'keep me nice and warm," he replied. no matter what changes swirled around them, river would always have a place for jake in his heart. he kept it stocked with fuzzy blankets and warm soup, even on the days when the other wandered too far and might never return. "no, i talk about you like i love you, doofus," river sighed softly. "not everything's black and white, jakey. you aren't good or bad, you're just... you. i just happen to know what's in your heart." the moment that jake's calloused hand grazed river's skin, his fate was sealed. years spent disguising his hungry gazes and dismissing his love as friendship no longer mattered. jake had finally come to his senses, had finally realized that no one could love him like river could. that was the only thought running through the smaller boy's mind. "you should prove it, then," he said with a faint smirk. river's breath hitched as jake's lips pressed against his neck, goosebumps breaking out across his fair skin. his knees hit the carpeted floor with a thud, and his fingers curled around the other's cock. river looked up to jake, almost like he was silently asking for permission to go further. as it was given, river pressed his lips against the other's tip, swiping at the bead of pre-cum that had formed there. he couldn't say why, but he felt that he had something to prove. river would have been more than happy to take jake's cock down his throat again and again, but he needed to show the other that he was different from his past lovers. before he could think about it, he was pushing jake's knees to his chest and slotting his face between his tanned cheeks. "you... you taste so good, daddy. always wanted to do this," river admitted, heart swelling with pride. he couldn't believe that jake was whimpering, pleading with him not to stop; or that he was the one to get take him there. "grab your feet 'n pull your legs back for me," he instructed confidently, pressing a wet kiss to jake's hole. "let me really taste you, daddy. lemme clean you up — and if you're good, i might do your feet next."

[villainanders]

HI fellow enjoyer of both DA and broken earth trilogy FUN FACT if u didnt know nk jemisin has in fact played dragon age and im pretty sure she said on her tumblr once that one of the influences for the books was wanting to handle DA's mage oppression w/o framing oppressed people as being in the wrong. anyways best books ever written

HELLO ANON MY LOVE. Yes I knew this but I only found out recently and it shook me to my core. When I first read broken earth I didn’t know a thing about Dragon Age so I was just taking it all in on its own but when I got into DA and found this out I was like that lady with the math meme it was all coming together

I had honestly forgotten almost everything about the actual plot of broken earth besides a few of the twists so in this reread I keep being like “dragon age!!! That’s dragon age!!!” I’m amazed by how much of it is everywhere, I wonder how long it would have taken me to figure out on this reread if I hadn’t already known — I feel like it would have been really early on lol. Like I don’t want to make it sound like I think she was ripping the games off, her worldbuilding and plot are so unique and strong, but when broken earth is doing dragon age, These Books Sure Can Dragon Age

[rcksmith]

Distracted — Five Hargreeves

Requests: “shit, i forgot. I'm the one who asked for smut prompts #30, #31, #61 and #96. Could you write them for Five Hargreeves? Thank you! So sorry to spam you with the asks X-X”

Smut prompts :

30. “I’d hold on to something if I were you.”

31. “Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic.”

61. “what would people say if they knew you were such a slut for me?”

96. “I think you forgot to lock the door, that means anyone could walk right in and see you like this.”

Couple: Five Hargreeves /Fem! Reader.

Warnings: smut heavy, NSFW, dirty talk, swearing, degradation. (I was in a bad mood hkjskjs)

Word count: 4k

A/N: We not tolerate any pedophilia here !!

I write about Five with their 20s. I write the same about the characters of Harry Potter.

Let me know if you want to be added for a taglist for a specific fandom (Criminal Minds, The Umbrella Academy, Riverdale, Roman Godfrey, or all)

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

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Five Hargreeves had a bad temper. It was explicit, hanging from his chest on a giant sign that said: “ABANDONATE THE HOPES IF YOU ENTER HERE.” And he knew that.

Inside his body he housed a sarcastic, explosive and sulky soul, with no patience for half the world. Everything about him exuded a dangerous, authoritarian, arrogant energy, mixed with distilled look that have always been able to subdue anyone.

Five is the type of man who, while everyone dreams of easy solutions, he knows that if he wants something to be done he will have to do it himself. He likes a hunting, taking the lead in any situation, having no problem breaking rules to make things happen.

And he was perfectly comfortable with that. Taking control of his world. Until, of course, you show up. Taking the key to his Olympus as if it had always belonged to you.

You were the one thing that Five Hargreeves couldn't subdue. He was unable to impose to you his reputation as a man who should not be challenged. Because that was exactly how the world saw Five. Like a man you don't challenge. Even his siblings realized, after a certain point, that it was not advisable to play with him.

But, apparently against all common sense, none of this had an effect on you.

You were not afraid, or pondering your words. You rolled your eyes at the things he said, mocked his arrogance and always looked at him with a combination of a smile and a look that, holy mother of God, Five hated. It was the typical expression that said: “ I know a lot more than you do, but I will be quiet because you are not worth my time.”

Five Hargreeves had a bad temper. But you raised it to stratospheric proportions.

It was completely exasperating, outstanding, you were a brat who didn't hear the voice of an adult, so used to being daddy's little girl. Because that was how he saw you. You were only 24 age while he was 30. It was expected that you heard him! But no. You did not give a damn.

“If you listened to me and chose the Colombian, that wouldn't be so bad!” Five scolded again.

This was the twentieth time he had said that to you.

There was a routine with the Hargreeves siblings: you brought coffee on Mondays, since you passed a great coffee shop on the way. Diego was responsible for bringing Japanese food on Wednesdays, Luther for Indian food on Fridays and Klaus for pizzas on Saturdays. It was a banal thing, but it brought a comforting feeling of, no matter how not anyone would admit, tradition.

But it was obvious that you had to piss Five off on that too.

“And I already said that they don't do the Colombian before ten in the morning.” You passed the page of a magazine you were reading, ignoring his tantrum.

“And you can't wait ?!”

This time you looked up at Five, giving a mocking expression.

“Oh, forgive me, your majesty. I will delay my journey just because your eexcellency wants Colombian coffee.” You laughed, turning your attention to the magazine.

Five felt the tips of his ears heat up, the fingers of his hands go white from the force that he clenched his fists. You were so fucking annoying!

"You are unbearable." He said, because he saw no other way to express the hateful little monster you were.

You looked up at him again. “Serious? Me? You are the one who is complaining about not getting your blend coffee.” You turned your attention to the magazine “Like a child who didn't get chicken nuggets in the shape of dinosaurs.”

What?! Fucking what?!

Five opened his mouth in bewilderment, now anger rising up his neck. How dare you, fuck?! You were younger than him!

"What did you say?!" He repeated, his voice low but deep, his eyes bloodshot with rage.

You didn't take your attention away from the magazine by replying: “Like a child who didn't get chicken nuggets in the shape of dinosaurs.”

Oh, no. Oh fucking no.

Five slammed the coffee travel cup on the kitchen counter, walked over to you and closed your magazine brutally. You looked at him indignantly.

"What a fuck ..."

But Five didn't give you time to finish. He stuck both hands in your arms, forcing you to get up from the chair so quickly that the object fell to the floor. He pushed you back, lifting you up and making you sit at the wooden table, his eyes still on fire with your words.

"Child, isn't it ?!” He snarled, spreading your knees with his hands, settling his body still standing between your legs.

You were wide-eyed. Looking at him in amazement. Your heart was pounding in your chest so hard that you thought Five would be able to hear it, while your breath had been lost somewhere between the path from your lung to your nose.

Holy shit.

It was no secret that Five Hargreeves was gorgeous. This was not an opinion, it was a fact. With midnight hair, emerald green eyes and alabaster skin, it was not surprising that he was able to steal his breath wherever he went. And you were not immune to his charm. To be honest, you never thought it would be.

But the difference between you and the girls who fell at his feet was that ... well, you practically lived with the guy every day. You had been friends with Klaus for two years, and as a result you ended up becoming friends with the brothers and captivating them. It was almost atypical that you weren't with them. So, as a result, you ended up having time with Five too.

And, truth be told, it destroyed your will to want to impress him. As was common whenever see someone beautiful. Five Hargreeves was, in every way, arrogant. Irritating. Unbearable. Maybe it was your lust mixed with irritability, but you decreed that you didn't like him. That you would never want to fall into his bed.

Well…until now.

Until he accommodates his fucking tall, lean, firm body in the middle of your legs. Until his hands are glued to your arms in a touch of fire. Until your heart was racing like never before.

"You called me a child, didn't you?"

You wouldn't be able to answer anything in that second, even if your life depended on it. So you just nodded, a slow, cautious nod, like prey looking at hunter.

"I will show you my age!"

Five kissed you. In a way that no one had kissed you before. It was something hungry, angry, full of lust and with a desire that made you sigh softly. His hands were still on your legs, coming down to the back of your knees and pulling you firmly forward, sticking your whole body against his in a possessive way. His tongue invaded your mouth without waiting for an invitation, renouncing everything you had to offer as his.

That was a really kiss.

You put your hands on the back of his neck, running your fingers over the silky, black strands, letting your body be pressed against his as if you had been waiting for it a lifetime. Five pulled your legs closer, guiding you to close them around his hips and, once you did, his hands, determined and hungry, roam the sides of your body possessively.

"Five ..." a groan cut off your speech when his hands clung to your waist, pressing the hard and firm member to your core covered in the thin legging pants you wore.

"You already moaning and I haven't even touched you yet." His voice was overwhelmingly arrogant, full of amusement and convincing.

You were going to answer, because you weren't the kind of girl who kept quiet with a tease, but Five's hands made your waist roll around handily against his member, and a louder groan interrupted any line of reasoning you had.

“Oh, how adorable.” He scoffed, lowering his mouth to your neck and closing a hickey where pulse was “I wonder how the moaning will be when I do ...”

His right hand moved up to the inside of your thigh, rubbing his thumb in circles until he got to where you needed it most. “This.” Then he forced the movements where your clitoris was covered.

Your groan was louder than you would like to admit. The air became caustic, rarefied, the atmosphere became something breathtaking, claustrophobic, poignant. And, before you know it, it was already a wet clay in his hands.

Five Hargreeves had won. He had you exactly where him wanted.

Your moans grew louder when he tuned his thumb movements together with his pelvis movements against you. Your hands tightened on the back of his neck, your teeth closed on your lower lip in order to contain the volume, and your breathing was shaky. Your hips pushed against him, the thin leggings being smeared by the arousal that oozed from you, and as soon as his hand was only an inch away, you followed it with your hips.

“Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic.” Five played with the voice at the bottom of your ear.

You pulled the air against your teeth, whimpering, wanting anything he could give you.

“I bet ...” his lips slid under your skin without kissing, just making you wish, up to your lips and hovering there, a sigh away “If I asked you to take your clothes off and let me fuck you in this table like a good whore, you would gladly do. It is not?”

His free hand went to your face, taking a stir of your hair out of your eyes and placing it behind your ear. You were unable to contain the moan, closing your eyes tightly for a second, trying to contain how much your body screamed.

"Y-yes." You whined.

“Good." Five sprinkled a kiss on your lips before walking away.

You opened your eyes, your chest rising and falling with your heaving breath, your legs shaking. Your body screamed in protest at the separation, and you sent him a confused and inquiring look.

“You will learn who is in charge here." Five gave you a sly smile. "I'm only going to fuck you when you understand this."

Then he turned his back on you, took the coffee and disappeared in the blue flash.

This son of fucking bitch!

- - -

You were angry and frustrated. To say the least. Your body was on fire and mind replayed that day over and over in your head. It had been four days since Five's little exploits in the kitchen, and, to be honest, not only had he started the teasing.

Five gave you malicious and discreet smiles, gestured a lot more with his hands when he spoke just to remind you of what they could do. He hovered his body close to your whenever possible, brushing his shoulder against your, his hand gently on your back when he needed to pass beside you. His fingers even slid under your thigh under the table when you were having dinner. It was always like that.

And you were already crazy.

In the beginning, you sent him and their little game go to hell. He was not going to get what he wanted. But as the days went by, and Five started to touch you more often, the fire inside you burst, and it felt a lot less... torture if you just... gave in. The thought of sleeping with someone else just to appease that didn't bring you the same euphoria, you didn't just want sex, you wanted Five.

You knew he was playing with you. Just wanted you to give a sign that you were surrendering, so that he could give you what you wanted.

And after seven days, you gave in.

It was Monday, your mood was already an angry monster, but this time, you arrived a little later.

“Y/n, you are lateeeeee.” Klaus sang from the kitchen, biting off a large chunk of whatever it was before he sat down.

Vayna, Luther and Five were also at the table. Vayna and Luther talking about nothing important and Five reading a book under metaphysics.

"Traffic."

You lied, placing the tray of coffees in the middle of the table. Five and Luther were the first to get, Vayna still getting used to coffee addiction.

“Allison and I are going to watch something today. Why don't you come with us? ” You sat next to Klaus, throwing one leg over his.

"Is it going to be in the cinemove?”

He denied “In the living room, you can sleep here after."

You shrugged. “Okay.”

"Did you go to a different coffee shop?" Luther raised his eyebrows, having just swallowed his coffee.

“No, why?”

“It tastes different.” He drank some more.

“It is Colombian.” You put the cards on the table, in a game that only you and Five knew.

You didn't look at him, but you could feel his eyes on you and a sly, malicious smile brushing the right side of his mouth. That was the only interaction that you felt Five driving you that day. The hours had passed and it was already one in the morning when the movie in the mansion's ended. It was not atypical you slept in the mansion, the guest room was almost called “your room” at that time. But there was… there was something different this time.

As you unbuttoned your pants, with the night breeze coming in through the window, you thought that maybe it was because you never slept there having feelings for one of the siblings. So impure feelings. There was something about sleeping under the same roof as Five that made you ... nervous. But as soon as you removed the piece and placed it on the bed, the blue flash flashed behind you.

Your whole body went tense, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up, and your heart was racing as if, suddenly, you had just returned from a marathon. You swallowed, the heat of his body hitting your back, while his hand went up your arm gently.

"You are such a good girl." Five's voice made your legs tremble, the butterflies in your stomach roll.

In this moment, feeling things that you never thought you would be able to feel, you wished always were a good girl for him.

"Did you do that for me?" His mouth joined the pice of your shoulder and neck.

You knew he knew he did, but the bastard wanted to hear it from you. Five wanted you to confirm that he had won.

“Yes” You whispered, the moonlight allowing you to see when his hand went down to your belly, playing with the cos of your dark blue panties.

"I knew you would be a good girl for me."

Then, taking you by surprise, Five pushed your chest onto the bed, bending you over, pulling your hips towards his with the other hand. You sighed when you felt his already hard member hit your pussy just covered by thin panties, now wet with your mess. Your hands closed on the sheet, your heart almost screaming in relief at the contact of his body behind you.

God, you wanted him so fucking much...

“What am I supposed to do with you?” Hargreeves reflected on a rhetorical question, his hands sliding over your surrendered body, squeezing your flesh with a force that would leave marks.

You whimpered, rolling your hips over his member. "Please"

“What would people say if they knew you were such a slut for me?” Five slapped your left cheek.

You moaned softly, tightening the sheet, your body refusing to remain an inch away from him. Your hips needed more from Five's, your whimpers increasing as he took off your panties and ran his fingers through your wet folds.

"Five!" You moaned louder, biting your lip as he played with your entrance.

"Should I just fuck you with my fingers?" He caused your entry with two digits "Or with my dick?"

You were an incoherent mess, days of denial and desire that burned arthrosis in your body.

"Answer me!" Five slapped you again, this time louder, more grotesque, making you cry out.

"Y-your dick!" You tried to say, “P-please. Fuck me with your dick, please. ”

You were desperate, that was the truth. Desperate for contact, desperate for touch. Desperate for anything that Five Hargreeves could want from you. Anything he wanted to give you.

"Hard?" His voice was now dark, slightly wicked.

“Y-yes! Please!”

Then Five stuck his hand to the back of your neck, curling his fingers in your hair and pulling your face up, making you face the ceiling as he leaned over and snarled at your neck:

"How hard?"

"Give me all!" You begged “Please, Sir. Give me all."

That title seemed to drive him out of his mind. Because the only thing you had in response was the sound of his belt falling to the floor and the rustle of his pants and boxers down, his right hand never leaving your hair. You groaned in anticipation, tears pricking your eyes from the desire that had accumulated so long when you felt the tip of his dick press against your entrance.

Five lowered his mouth to your ear, holding his hand more in your hair as he said: "I’ d hold on to something if I were you. "

Then he entered you. Hard, rough, wild. Opening all your walls and spreading your abundant liquid all over his dick. You opened your mouth in a silent scream, your nails etched hard on the sheet, tears streaming from your eyes without warning. Five gave you just a few seconds to settle for his size, starting to beat inside you at a relentless pace.

This time you screamed. Your heart pounding in chest, your pussy pulsing around Five with so much desperation that you heard him moan and curse behind you. The pace was rough, heavy, wild and full of lust. He fucked you like a rabid animal, devouring everything you had to offer, filling every last inch of you. The sound was of pornographic moans and bodies clashing with arrogance, filling the entire mansion with sounds that would not be forgotten.

"S-sir!" You moaned loudly, pushing your ass to Five at the same rate, making he hit the deepest spot inside you.

“Fucking such good slut!” He dumped one more slap on your ass, freeing his hand from your hair and joining both of them at your waist, pulling you towards him in an heavy rhythm.

Each thrust was an electric current poured into your body, excitement running down your thighs and melting both of you. Five groaned louder, leaning over and biting your shoulder, clenching his fingers aggressively against the innocent skin on your waist.

“I think you forgot to lock the door, that means anyone could walk right in and see you like this.” Five blew in your ear, receiving a loud groan in return, as yours tears flowed.

Your pussy tightened around his dick, pulsing in such a tight way for he.

"Oh, would you like that?" He teased you, feeling your walls tighten again. “I bet you would love to everbody see the slut you are to me. ”

"Sir!" You screamed, throwing your head forward, pressing your forehead to the sheet as you sobbed.

"Answer!" One more slap.

"Y-yes! I-I like could show that I'm your slut! ” You sobbed.

Five came out of you, making you whimper loudly in frustration. He turned you over on the bed, placing you in the center as he climbed on top of you, settling in between your legs and entering without warning again. You screamed, sinking your face into his neck as your legs closed around his waist, pulling his deep into you.

"Such a good bitch."

Five felt your limit riding fast, leaving you more breathless, tearful and desperate. You no longer measured the volume of your moans, your hands clenching your nails on his back, your waist rolling around to make him inside deeper.

"S-sir!" Then, without being able to control yourself anymore, you exploded. Came in long streams of broken moans and shaky breathing.

Your head fell on the pillow, your chest arching while you were on top of the climax. Five groaned at the scene, his limit being your expression of pure ecstasy. He sank in you as anatomically as possible, filling you with the hot liquid that overflowed from inside you.

You were both panting, sweaty and tired. Five let himself relax on top of you, partially loosening his weight, still stirring a few strokes to ensure that you had welcomed all his cum.

"Good girl." He praised you, giving you a small kiss on the neck, stepping out of you and rolling to your side on the bed.

"That was ... wow." You laughed softly, trying to catch your breath.

Hargreeves laughed too, taking the time to get out of bed, looking for the boxers and pants. You bit the inside of your cheek, suddenly not knowing what to do or what to say. Your heart sank at the thought of him leaving, and your mouth was faster than your common sense in saying:

"Wait!"

Five turned to you, his brows furrowed in question as he buttoned his black pants.

"Can you ... could you ... stay?" You took a chance, your cheeks quivering under Five's intense gaze that never left you.

But, instead of the denial you were expecting, his eyebrows furrowed even more in doubt.

“But I am not leaving.” He said it as if it was obvious.

Did you blink a few times “No?”

“I was just going to get a towel to clean you up. There are certain things that I don’t like do naked.”

You opened your mouth to answer, a little shocked, but Five disappeared in the blue flash only to appear a second later, with a towel in hand. You sank into your own shame, muttering softly to yourself in incoherent sounds, you let Five clean you up.

“Did you think I was leaving?” He scoffed when he finished, looking at you with that smug look.

You rolled your eyes, turning to the side on the bed, your back to him.

"No." You mumbled.

Five laughed, settling better on the bed. "Come here." He said, patting his chest.

And, well, as much as you would like to consider yourself a rebellious girl, you did. Turning to him again, you snuggled into his body, laying your head on his chest while Five pulled the blanket up to cover the two of you.

Five Hargreeves had a bad temper. But at that moment, with you, you did not fail to notice the lazy and caring circles he made on your shoulder with his thumb.

Tagged: @bubblegumflamingos

[fuwushiguro]

The Sun Would Set So High

Toji Fushiguro x f!reader

Genre: Smut

Notes: this is part of @doinmybesthere s Love Island collab! (I’m so sorry it’s a day late bb!!) Thank you so much for letting me join. I just want to add, this is completely fabricated and would never ever happen or be allowed to happen. Everything I’ve written is purely to fit the narrative of what I was writing, it would never be condoned or able to take place in the show. This is completely fictional. I’m not 100% clued up on challenges and stuff since I’m not an avid watcher of the show, so sorry for any inaccuracies! 

Warnings: 18+, dubcon/noncon, infidelity (kinda), face slapping/violence, daddy kink, fingering, vaginal sex, public shaming, public nudity, forced breeding. 

Words: 1.5k

Your stomach sank when you realised it was your face on the monitor. You were babbling about some nonsense for a little while, happily smiling and giggling. But challenges like this always end in tears; and you knew you were about to meet your maker. Toji had his arm around you, pulling you into his chest tightly as he looked at you on the screen. He thinks you’re so fucking adorable.

You were able to escape his clutches and moved to stand with your girlfriends, he didn’t pay you any mind, still enthralled by your appearance on the screen above you all. You couldn’t hear the question that you’d been asked, but when you hummed solemnly and said the words 

Hm… That’s a tricky one.

you remembered what the question was, you knew what you were about to say.

You knew you were about to blow up your whole fucking relationship. The words fell from your mouth with ease. The smiles in the room vanished when your inconsiderate speech tumbled out of your lips.

You couldn’t bring yourself to look at Toji.

But you could feel his eyes staring daggers at you.

Do you ever miss Gojo?

That was it. Five little words that you’d been asked, and you carelessly answered. How were you to know that your answer would be aired in front of the entire group? How were you to know that your admission would be shown in the most terrible light?

I think about Gojo a lot. We were coupled up for ages, and he was the first person I coupled up with. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t gutted when Toji stole me from him, and he was too. But there was something about Toji that made me decide to stay in the couple with him. He’s really sexy and good in bed. But Gojo is gorgeous inside and out. He always wants what’s best for me and even though I mugged him off a bit he still has my best interests at heart, he is probably my best mate in here to be fair. I feel like he’d be a good boyfriend, probably better than Toji since he’s closer to my age as well. And when I think about life outside the villa with Toji… Like… He’s got kids? I’m still so young myself I don’t really want to be a step-mother or anything. I just don’t know if we will actually work long term, but Gojo… I do actually see potential with him outside of here.

You could barely bring yourself to look at the group. You noticed Gojo’s partner grabbed him a little tighter, he laughed looking a little proud of himself. You decided to leave the room, you needed the air and the space. You’ve never been so humiliated in your entire life.

A few hours went by, and you sat with your girls by the pool. Toes dipped in the water, sunglasses on to hide your puffy tear-soaked eyes. They asked you questions about the clip, if you still felt the same way and what you were planning to do about the whole mess. You didn’t have any answers. Nothing made sense anymore and you had no desire to be a part of the drama. You were an adult, and you’d have to resolve it as such.

You felt a slight chill when a figure stood over your body casting you in the darkness of their shadow. You turned to see the familiar cheeky smile and alabaster locks towering above you. Gojo held out a hand to help you stand up, and of course you accepted. Those all too familiar words you’d heard time and time again since you’d stepped foot in the villa rang out of his mouth.

Do you mind if we go for a chat?

He’d clearly managed to shake the possessive clutches of his partner, a desperate want and need to consult you over your confession room tape. You nodded and started to follow him to the day beds, both of you chuckling sillily as you dawdled towards them. You were excited to chat with him, see where his head was at and what he was thinking about everything. But it was too good to be true. Toji halted your movements and stood in your way.

“We’re actually about to have a chat Toji, mate.” Gojo told him, a little too boldly for Toji’s liking.

“She’s my partner, so if she’s having a chat with anyone first it’s gonna be me.” he replied, yanking you away by your wrist to the indoors. He was delighted to discover the door to the hideaway was unlocked. He pulled you in and slammed the door.

You fell to your knees, unable to take the pressure on your shoulders for another second. You apologised profusely. It wasn’t like you did it on purpose, you weren’t expecting anyone but the public at home to see it after all!

“Shut up.” he spat, digging his fingers into the flesh of your underarms forcing you to stand.

He bashed your body against the closest wall and caged you in with his hugely intimidating body. He moved your bikini bottoms to the side to expose your pussy, instantly thrusting two thick fingers inside. Your eyes rolled over white, and you grabbed onto his biceps in an attempt to support yourself. He used his free hand to strike you across the face.

“Do you think that fuckin’ pretty boy out there can make you feel this good?” he hissed through gritted teeth. You shook your head, of course he can’t. He struck you again and curled his fingers inside of you. “You don’t want someone closer to your age, do ya? Huh? Answer me slut. Your little cunt wants me, because I have more experience than that little shit ever will.” he ranted as he battered your insides.

“No- no! I don’t want him, I want you!” you cried, desperate for the feeling of your release he was hitting so favourably.

He pulled down your bikini top to reveal your tits to him. He tweaked your nipples alternatively with his free hand, delighting as you yelped each time he slapped the sensitive nubs at random. As you were about to cum, he pulled his cock out of his beach shorts and slammed himself straight inside of you. The beginnings of a scream brewed in your throat, but he covered half of your face with one of his large hands, silencing you to the world around.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ cum inside your little whore hole. Fuck making you a step mother, you’re gonna make me a daddy again.” he threatened as he pumped himself inside of your walls, forcibly hooking your legs around his waist as he pounded you against the wall. Your moans were making him throb. An almost rhythmic melody of:

Hu, hu, fuck, Toji, fuck, baby, hu, I’m gonna- fuck, daddy, gonna cum.

It was so beautiful and breathy. The way you needily purred into the crook of his neck made his dick twitch. Your head was in the perfect angle for your words to wander deliciously into his ear. You weren’t silenced when you came around him noisily. He wanted everyone to hear what he did to you. He wanted Gojo to hear what he’d never be able to do to you. His erection spurted his hot white cream inside of you, filling you to the brim with his seed. You both panted as you recovered from your orgasms.

You smiled at him. He didn’t smile back.

You tried to kiss him. He slapped your face harshly away.

“Whores don’t get kisses from daddy.”

He pulled out and loved the way his cum dripped from your fucked out hole. Your pussy lips were covered in his sperm, so he got an idea. He tore apart your entire bikini, completely shredding them into something utterly unwearable. You begged, pleaded in fact.

No daddy, don’t do this to me daddy.

He opened the door to the hideaway, his bruising grip on your arm was too much for you to escape. He pulled you out into the blaring sunshine for all to see your naked fucked out body. He pushed you to the ground and loomed over you.

“Now everyone will know you’re fucking mine. That little pretty prick is nothing. He’s gonna find ya, lookin’ like a little naked cum whore. And he’s gonna know it’s me who did it.”

“But daddy, I said I’m sorry. I didn’t know you’d—”

“And now,” he interrupted smoothly, not caring for anything else you had to say for yourself, “Now daddy doesn’t even want ya. You’re too fuckin’ easy.” he told you as he skulked away, laughing at your expense.

You already know everyone has spotted you. If Gojo sees you like this, you know you’re going to die of absolute shame. You’ve been left stripped and covered in cum all over a simple mistake. You have no choice but to sit and make yourself small until someone comes to your rescue. You’re sure you’re going to have to talk to the Love Island crew about the incident, but you can’t think of anything worse.

You curl into a ball and think of your daddy. You forgive him. It was your fault. You should have been faithful. More committed to your daddy.

But now, he wants nothing to do with you.

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[nekasu]

If Neka treated Makoto in a similar way, he wouldn't describe Ei as sullying her legacy. He wouldn't be so agitated at talking about what happened, and he certainly would be far worse off if he treated her with such cold disdain.

"I can't tell if your sense of humor has improved or completely bottomed out. Me? A traitor to Inazuma? An Inazuma that I helped build with Makoto? Nothing could be further from the truth."

He pulled his left sleeve up his arm, the alabaster skin turning into charred black before Ei's eyes. The cracked, ebony flesh went to about halfway up his forearm before it returned to the usual color, with many scars bridging the gaps. "This is what my arm looks like if I don't cover it up. Perhaps explaining it will help you understand where I'm coming from, since there seems to be a bit of a disconnect."

"I'll keep this brief because it's a long story in its entirety. When the Cataclysm happened, I worked to purify Inazuma with my fortune powers, but I ended up absorbing too much of the abyssal curses and miasma in the process. Unsure if it would fully corrupt me or not, given how it's anathema to my existence as a kitsune of fortune, I manufactured a domain on Watatsumi island with the last of my strength. I figured either I would die or I would turn into a full monster, all the better to not cause further harm to the already embattled land. Somehow, I ended up surviving."

Neka's countenance darkened, a venomous glare shooting in Ei's direction. Even his aura became sinister, focused on his left arm. With some difficulty, he pulled it into an accusatory point at her.

"I fought, I served, I sacrificed, I suffered! For 500 years, I was stuck in these domain with all these curses that I've still not managed to fully cleanse away! YOU try spending that long feeling like you're on fire, getting stabbed, and flayed alive, all at the same time! While trapped with nobody to help you! How DARE have the GALL to imply I'm ANY sort of traitor! You know what I got for sacrificing everything I had? Nothing! I got ignored! Forgotten about! Left to rot!"

"I could have hastened my recovery by cursing people who visited my shrine, but no! I didn't want to inflict that kind of suffering on people who didn't wrong me! In fact, I even gave out what small amounts of fortune I was able to gather, fortune I had no room to give, but I still did it! It slowed my purification, but I still did it!"

A deep sigh, words evening out for the time being.

"I only got out not even two years ago, to hear about all the horrors that had befallen Inazuma while I was helpless and bound. Had I been free, you'd have quickly found yourself without an army to enforce your precious Vision Hunt Decree. Perhaps I might not be able to stop you, or rather that puppet of yours, but not even you can be everywhere at once. I, on the other hand, can."

As if a fire had been lit under him again, the acerbic tinge to his voice returned.

"But YOU! Not only did you refuse to actively fulfill any of your obligations as an Archon, you threw away Makoto's Gnosis! To Yae of all people, who also threw it away! You turned your back on Makoto and her mantle, you hid in your own little realm like a pouting child! Then when you commit atrocities, you suffer no actual consequences! People still accept you as Archon! People still worship you! Unlike me, who gave up everything I had, and got nothing in return! I bet not a single person even bothered to grieve for my supposed death!"

"So maybe you will FORGIVE me if I have a bit of an edge to my words while talking to you! If I have to hurt your feelings to get a point through your head, then I will do it! If I have to make you doubt yourself for you to understand, then I'll do it! But to treat me like a traitor for it? Which of the two of us has caused more harm to Inazuma, huh? Think. About. That."

@nekasu (x)

"And you are still not listening." Even after hearing everything she had to convey about her unease, he still clung onto the belief that he is justified for wearing away at her. That he had no part to play for her pain. To believe that it bears no validity just because he believed his intentions were not to hurt still does not justify nor diminish the fact that it does. What good is there to be achieved when he alone continues to shirk responsibility under the pretext of 'explaining his perspective'?

"You are doing exactly what you claim to not be doing. If you truly cared for my opinions or me even the slightest, you would acknowledge that you have caused me pain. Not prioritise explaining why you don't think you have or why I should see that you were not trying to." Was this how he treats her sister too? Or was it just because it is her that warrants such cruelty? "I do not need you to instill doubt in me. I alone am able to create such doubts, to analyse the situation and seek differing perspectives to close gaps in what I could not. If you believe that you have been fulfilling your role as an advisor, then you are sorely mistaken. All that you have done, all that you continue to do, is suffocate me. To poison me with so much distrust over my own capabilities that I hesitate and hesitate even further to conduct anything at all. That constant mistreatment is not something that would 'aid me in pushing past my doubts' or 'drive me towards improvements'. My ability to learn, to push past my doubts have all been hampered by your constant torment." Ridiculous. "I am not Makoto. I will never be her. I will never govern Inazuma the way she does. And I do not require you to make up whatever it is that you think I need. If you truly cared, you would ask what I needed and how best you could aid me. If you truly cared, you would accept that all your efforts to 'help' have only worsened things. If you truly cared, you would neither patronise me nor force me into mind games in order to ascertain what you meant. If you truly cared, you would trust me to do what is best for the people and plainly explained or guide me into areas where I am unable to relate to. Instead of speaking in vague expectation and then punishing me for not comprehending. You say your intentions were to aid, yet I only see your penchant for acting above all others and thinking you know better. And until you can reflect on where it is you have failed on your part to guide me, until you can reflect on how it is that you were cruel, I do not think we will be able to hold that conversation on equal terms. You are not hearing me. You are telling me how all you do was for my own good: And I am telling you now that it is not."

She may not be the perfect archon, nor is she one that her people deserved. But at the end of the day, Ei continues to persist in spite of never wishing to step into her sister's role in the first place. It is laughable for one who does not bear the weight of the entire nation on their shoulders to point, criticise, judge, preach and punish her for her efforts.

"What you have done is no different from what members of the Commission who colluded with the Fatui had done with the Shogun. Think about that."

[leggerefiore]

What if they manage to catch reader after ripping out ingos antennae? I suppose they'd be very apologetic, after emmet is done with them. ingo would still love them? Right?

i was just wondering about that myself...

cw: yandere, a hand being broken, blood, overall a bad time.

You screamed out as Emmet squeezed your hand until a sickening 'crunch!' was heard. The pain that blossomed from the action was fiery and unbearable. His smile was viciously wide; silvery eyes regarded you coldly. “My poor brother gives you nothing but love,” his grip grows impossibly constricting on your injured hand, “He cherishes you like no other. How do you repay all of his kindness; how dare you repay my kindness? You rip his antenna off!” He begins to pull, and you shake your head. It's mocking, this you know.

His anger is not masked; no, it burns a blinding red-hot to remind you of what you had done to the hybrid. The state you had abandoned him. Weeping on the floor, iron stinging your nose and food still hot on the table. Ingo was pleading for you to stop; to stay. You ignored him as the blood the stained his beautiful alabaster fuzz. Tears poured from his eyes from both the physical and emotional pain. He crawled toward you desperately, wings twitching as you opened the door. A loud sob of your name came from the hybrid, and you were finally free at last.

It was short-lived, as you did not hide well enough. Passing through Castelia City to the docks with hopes to escape undetected by the seemingly endless connects Emmet had made, the younger twin caught you in your dingy motel. His first words of, “Right now, I'm very, verrrrry angry with you,” sealed your fate. He grasped your hand as you struggled against him, the cover of night hiding you from prying eyes. You were returning to Ingo's side, where you belonged, Emmet claimed. When you had nearly escaped his grasp, the brother became unbelievably angry. Enough was enough. Ingo would not punish you properly; his heart too soft and valuing an idea that you would come around on your own accord.

The younger twin knew better. You needed a firm hand to redirect your terrible path. He had let it go on too long, and now his brother had paid the price. He begged endlessly for you, his heart fully claimed by the idea of you as his mate. Ingo would take care of you, and Emmet would supply him with all he needs. The twin was simply glad his brother had more smiles play across his features. Emmet had approached you after Elesa mentioned that you seemed like a good fit for him. You were not, he decided, but you were perfect for Ingo. All the younger brother did was show a picture of you to him along with your wants of a family and reliable partner, and the older twin pleaded for you.

Ingo and Emmet simply had given what you wanted, so why had you become ungrateful? You were shoved inside the apartment, all your fight diminished from the pain and ignorance toward your wellbeing by passerbys. Ingo was pacing back and forth in the living room when Emmet announced your arrival. Arms pulled you into a deep embrace, your face being pushed into his neck fur. A pheromone cocktail knocked you back into a sense of ease. Ingo hushed you, “My dearest… You're alright! I was completely overcome with worry about your safety after our fight.” The Frosmoth hybrid had convinced himself that everything that happened was simply because you were unhappy with the meal for the night. Emmet let him as did everyone else involved in finding you. They knew exactly what happened, however. You had failed your one and only chance at escaping the madness.

Apologies babbled out of you as Ingo's antennae twitched around. The hurt one weaker, and strangely paler. Emmet hissed that you would apologise and beg for Ingo's forgiveness as he dragged you along. A hand gently stroked your hair as Ingo hummed, the vibration echoing through your bones. “I forgive you, dear. I know you didn't intend to harm me, and our lover's spat had simply turned out to be too much. Please, never run away like that again, however. I was so worried, I couldn't sleep. I missed you horribly, too. To spend a cycle alone after growing close with you… I'd much rather die.”

A loud cry left you as Ingo attempted to hold your broken hand. Delicately, he observed it by bringing it into his sight. “Brother, this is terrible. They seem to have broken their hand somehow! We must tend to it at once,” the hybrid called to his brother, who watched your reunion with fondness and minor scrutiny. “Ah, that's awful! Yes, let's,” he feigned ignorance as to your condition. You would never tell Ingo that his dear younger brother broke your bones in retaliation for injuring him. Emmet had made sure you would not, with a lingering gaze on you.

It would heal soon enough. Your mind should worry more about Ingo's upcoming cycle, and how you would prepare yourself for his waiting clutch. Perhaps children would completely settle you down, Emmet pondered while following behind you both into the bathroom.

Emmet would always make sure his older brother was happy; always.

[a-slut-for-smut]

"For Gojo, the entertainment wasn’t the ball game- she was the show and he couldn't take any of his eyes off her."

"In fact, at some point he had inadvertently removed his sunglasses some time ago; he unconsciously wanted to see all of her in her glory, with no obstructions."

You're killing me, IT'S SO GOOD.

awww thx so much boo!!! it sounds like you're a fan of that fluffy gojohime stuff, so here's a little fluffy preview for the next chapter (still very WIP but 90% there!).

Also fun fact, i actually thought of you when i wrote this scene due to your criminally beautiful sunset metaphors in Beyond the Walls that have crystallized themselves in my brain so you should think of it as a dedication because it totally is :D

To anyone who missed this slutty gojohime dumpster fire of a fic, you can read and regret it HERE.

****10 years ago****

Gojo found himself sitting alone on a bench on the Tokyo school grounds; he wasn’t sure how long he was there but the sun was beginning to set, the sky a canvas of violent hues of orange, vivid streaks of crimson and strokes of deep magentas.  He couldn’t even recall how he ended up there, his mind in a daze and his thoughts in complete disarray after the events of that morning.  After Suguru had…Gojo snapped his eyes shut, dropping his head and train of thought.  He didn’t want to see.  He didn’t want to think. He didn’t want to…be.

Soft footsteps approach him but in his distracted state he doesn’t register them until he peels his eyes open to find a pair of worn brown boots directly in front of him.  He slowly looks up and sees Utahime looking at him firmly, but there's an eerily calm aura to her.  She extends a hand out to him, her palm facing up in a gesture for him to take it.  When he does, she pulls him up to standing, looking deep into his eyes- as if she was searching for something- questioning with her eyes.  

His body freezes as she slowly pulls him into a deep embrace, cradling his head against her shoulder and nape while resting one hand behind his head and the other on his back.  Gojo’s eyes widen in shock, mouth agape as if to speak but any words die on his lips as she begins to softly hum a simple melody, gently caressing his back and stroking his hair.  

A wave of euphoric serenity washes over him instantly, his body relaxing into hers as he gingerly wraps his arms around her small waist.  It couldn’t have been more than 15 seconds, but to him it felt like an eternity.  When she shifted to break the embrace he released her very reluctantly, his mind still in a fog, confused and trying to process everything. 

“Wha- what was that for?”  He inquired softly.

Utahime regarded him tenderly before lightly shrugging.

“It looked like you needed it.”  

“Uta…” but the words catch in his throat.  She nods her head slightly, smiling an understanding, albeit sad smile.  She turns her head to admire the sunset.  

“Wow, will you look at that?”  She remarks wistfully.  “You have to admit….even if you’re having the worst day of your life…you can always take solace in remembering while the sun always sets, allowing the darkness to thrive, it will always rise again- bringing back its warmth and light.  And so life goes on.  And..there’s so much to live for. Despite everything that happens…there is still so much beauty in the world.”  

Gojo reflects on her words, all his eyes gazing at her.  She's still looking towards the sunset, its glowing rays illuminating her alabaster skin in a soft golden light.

“Yeah. There is.”  He replies simply.

********

hmm...you know what? eff it, have a smut scene as well- as a treat! Not me having a fem dom/public sex kink lmaoooo

*********

“Mei, I gotta use the bathroom.  Be right back.” She starts to make her way to the bathrooms, turning once she's in the crowd and beckons Gojo with her head that he should follow.  He doesn’t need further encouragement.  

“Uh, I gotta go. To pee, I mean.”

Mei Mei hides her smile behind her champagne glass. “Oh, I bet you do.”  She winks at him before turning back to her phone.  

Gojo shoves his way through the crowd when a hand suddenly grasps his and leads him away with determined purpose.  As they break away from the crowd, Utahime turns to him.

“There’s a bathroom attendant, we’re going to pretend we’re not together so you go first, leave the door unlocked and I'll follow when they’re not looking.”  

Gojo nods dumbly at the plan of attack, not arguing when Utahime shoves him in the back of the line for the bathroom.  The lighting is dim and music blaring, the bustle of people going in and out made the perfect cover for nefarious activities.  Utahime, exceedingly impatient when drinking, decided to use this to her advantage.  Bringing her right hand under his sports jacket, her fingers begin to possessively trace his abdomen just above his belt buckle.  When he begins to turn to face her, she pinches his side, hard. 

“Face f*ucking forward, kouhai.  And don’t make a f*ucking sound. Understand me?”  She hisses lowly in his ear, which is not much of an effort now due to her heels.  Gojo dumbly nods once more, frozen in his tracks as she continued her ministrations.

Her hand glides down to his c*rotch, her fingers caressing the outline of his growing erection but when she begins to thumb the head of his c*ock through his pants, a soft, whiny whimper escapes his lips.  She brings her own lips back to his ear; breath hot, tone husky.

“Have I ever told you what a tasty-looking snack you are?  One I just want to unwrap, lick up and down and shove straight into my mouth?” She begins to apply more force with her hand, practically cupping him. “Sometimes- when it’s so good, so delicious, I forget to bite- i just have to swallow it completely whole.”

Gojo did his best to muffle a strained groan, biting his bottom lip-  it was too much, she was too much.  There was no way he was going to last.

She pulled her hand back as they approach the front of the line, adding a few inches of distance between them.  There was a row of ten private washrooms, plenty to accommodate their needs while not drawing attention to them.  Luckily, the next occupant leaving was the end one closest to the exit and furthest from the bathroom attendant.  Gojo moved inside, closed the door and waited.  The washroom had a counter and small sink, the entirety of the wall above it mirrored glass with the toilet on the adjacent wall facing the door.  It wasn’t big but wouldn’t be overly cramped for two people.  

Upon that thought, the door wildly swings open and slams shut, Utahime sliding the bolt in place before turning and leaning her back against the door, openly leering at him.  

“Hello gorgeous. Been waiting long?” She greets with a wicked grin. 

[venusararara]

""KILL ALL BOYS" AND "KILL ALL GIRLS , KILL MYSELF, AND KILL THE WESTERN WORLD!""

<3

CW NSFW

TW sexual assault, stalking

FULL

I know wht kind of audience I have now so I can talk about Carter in detail owo

tl;dr: stalker breaks into Gatherine's house often and tries to kill her girlfriend sometimes, masturbates publically, and is completely insane. She hates him for sexually assaulting her.

* The calendar somehow ended up circulating on the surface, so a bunch of mortals developed demon kinks. The surface's population of younger omioso (born long after demon rebellion) see demons as sexy, while others who are older than that (lived though the demon rebellion lead by Adora, seeing thousands slaughtered by them) are absolutely terrified of demons. Anyway, the post-rebellion omioso have a highly sanitized version of demons and don't even know about benders, how they eat mortals, or how strong they can be. They also believe female demons have vaginas.

Carter Alabaster is a massive incel infatuated with Gatherine bc of this demon pinup *calendar made for charity. Carter's fullbody poster of Gatherine is worn and covered in cumstains because she's his favorite, even though they haven't met. He basically becomes psychotic when he realizes she's real and he can physically touch her. If she just brushed up against him, he'd start panting and get hard. He's very committed and infatuated, to the point where he tried to rape her. She doesn't mind him up until that point, then she actively begins to despise and avoid him. Carter steals her belongings to destroy and leave for her to find, breaks in and eats their food, has tried to kill Bresklyn in her sleep on several occasions, jumps on Gatherine while she's sleeping and tries to fuck her, and visits whenever he wants to. It always wakes either Gatherine or Bresklyn up, but it's dark and he's too fast. Gatherine doesn't explicitly catch him except for one time, to which she says "If I find you within 20 feet of my home again, I will flay the skin from every last inch of your body and leave you outside." She showed genuine disgust when he popped a boner from it.

Carter has blackmail, but hasn't figured out how to use it yet. He masturbates in public and outside of their room. Carter records them fucking without their knowledge. He has a pillow with Gatherine's face on it that he fucks and stabs. He's duel-natured in the way he carries himself, able to act normal when she's not around. She's around a lot though, since he has a deskjob at Nighthive. His life revolves around her. She really does hate him though, mostly because nearly everything he does causes some amount of harm to her or a loved one. He wants to kill her, but he also wants to have her all to himself. He pretends to be sweet and kind around her, but she can easily see through it after the SA incident. He's quick-tempered, fast to call her a bitch or cunt under his breath when she tells him no or stops him from doing something. Carter pretends the incident didn't happen, but she quickly shuts him down and tells him to fuck off. Despite the threats of violence, he's still mad for her. He knows deep down that she'll never love him, so the only way he knows for him to be near her is to actively meddle with her life and ruin it.

So, he had a pretty normal upbringing, a loving family. He shouldn't be the way he is, but does these things because he knows they can't stop him. If Gatherine kills him, his wealthy family can have her put away. She's afraid of what might happen to Bresklyn if that happens, so she doesn't do anything. They have no case against him, he doesn't leave evidence. Carter is untouchable.