#and I wouldn't change my murderous husbands for anything in the world

[engel-hageshii]

I was talking with a friend about how my taste in fictional characters changed since we were teens and I was like "noooooo of course not, I like the same kind of men" and then sent her pictures of my current fictional crushes compared to the love of my life from when I was a teen to show her that:

I still like demons

I still like moon aesthetic or moon based characters

AND white haired men too

as everyone can see, I still like the same kind of men I did when I was a teen...her reaction was priceless btw

[flowerandblood]

The Lost Haven (8/16)

[ modern mafia • Aemond x niece • female ]

[ warnings: incest obviously, smut, the angst, broad description of suicide attempt (blood), forbidden relationship, half-manipulation, imprisonment, mention of murder, kind of toxic behaviour, violence, uncomfortable conversations, bad, bad things ]

[ description: The vacation from eight years ago still haunts his memories and doesn't let him forget what happened between him and his niece, the daughter of his sister and Harwin Strong. Their paths separate and he immerses himself in his father's mafia world until the day she calls him for the first time since those events. Sexual tension, dark, dangerous, withdrawn, thirsty Aemond. ]

Author’s note: As promised, this is another, this time official modern version of The Fall from the Heavens. In this version, Daemon is not related to the family, but is simply Rhaenyra's husband and the leader of the second gang, Alys and Larys are also not related to each other, but Larys is Harwin's brother. I will partly refer to the original series, hiding some easter eggs, and some will be a completely new, fresh plot. As in every universe, only Aemond calls her Rhaenys and this is not her real name (she is unnamed character and the others also do not know that he calls her that). There will be a lot more brutality and angst in this version, so watch out. You can read this as a standalone story.

Series & Characters Moodboard Aemond & Rhaenys Moodboard

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Next chapters: Masterlist

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She knew that she was paying for her naivety and stupidity, for not listening to Daemon and her premonition. She wasn't even able to fully blame her uncle for what had happened, because even though he was the one who had imprisoned her, she had thrown herself into his arms herself.

She let him thrust into her body, she let him fill herself with his warm seed, thinking that perhaps there was a way for them, no matter how twisty and difficult.

Lying in his room on his bed, pretending she didn't see his pleading, desperate looks in her direction, she had plenty of time to think about herself and her life.

She realised that everything she was doing, her naivety, her desire to help him stemmed from the belief that if it was possible to fix him, to set him on the right path, to free him from this sullen, dark fate, there was also hope for her.

The hope that one day there would come a moment in her life when she would feel peace.

Meanwhile, instead of peace, something else filled her.

Emptiness.

She felt nothing when it turned out that he had taken her phone, when he locked his room door when he left, when he spoke to her or asked her something.

She pretended that all this wasn't happening, that she was actually on the beach, gazing out at the endless sea, listening to its sound.

She couldn't bear the sight of him, the smell of him, his touch, and everything she had dreamed of and held dear became, in her eyes, foreign and hated: hearing him, she felt as if a stranger, with whom she wanted nothing to do, was speaking to her.

She did not want his explanations.

His apology.

She felt nothing, experienced nothing, needed nothing.

She didn't even feel the need to go home: even if she were free again, it wouldn't change anything.

Her uncle had broken something in her and they both knew it.

Her heart trembled in sympathy and grief only at the sight of Helaena: his sister had been patient, warm and affectionate caretaker towards her. They did not, however, usually exchange even a word.

There was no need: she knew that Helaena was a hostage and prisoner of her family as much as she was, and that there was nothing she could do to help her.

"I'm worried about Aemond." She said one time, handing her a towel in the bathroom.

She could have covered herself with a curtain in the bath, but Helaena needed to be in the room with her.

They wanted to be sure she wouldn't hurt herself.

She looked at her and put on the T-shirt she got from her that served as her pyjamas.

She didn't answer.

She didn't know what.

Helaena looked at her fingers, playing with them in a nervous gesture exactly as her brothers had done, all probably inheriting it from their mother.

"I caught him browsing your Instagram account one evening, couple of months ago. He was sitting in the living room with a drink and thought he was alone. He was about to do something with our grandfather. He didn't hear me come downstairs and freaked out. He turned off his app as soon as he saw me."

She looked at her in disbelief, feeling a squeeze in her heart, discomfort, pain and heat ripple through her body at the thought that, contrary to what she thought, he hadn't forgotten her at all.

"I tried to help him and he took advantage of me. Forgive me, but I am no longer able to sympathise with him." She whispered, picking up her things from the floor. His sister swallowed hard, looking up at her.

"Since that night. Since our father died. Since he saw you. For a moment, something changed in him. He seemed content. Calmer than usual. He told me he was thinking of going to university part-time. I didn't know you were the one helping him with that." She muttered, stepping closer to her, looking somewhere to the side, as if distracted.

"You can't save someone who doesn't want it." She said in a trembling voice, wondering what she wanted from her, how could she think that after what he had done to her she would care about his decisions and what he chose to do.

He had mocked her, objectified her, humiliated her.

He left her with nothing, stripped her of all virtues and values.

"Our grandfather knows when to act like part of the family and when to act like a ruler. He does this to each of us. He knows our weaknesses. Our unfulfilled desires, our flaws, our complexes. He knows who among us is the most miserable, the most vulnerable. The most weak." She said, avoiding eye contact with her, looking around the room, tense.

She pressed her clothes to her chest, feeling the squeeze in her throat at her words, the sympathy and pain that showed she was no different from him.

They both were weak.

They always were, even then, during that summer.

They were sad, hopeless and small children, finding each other in the end, comforting one another with their presence.

"I can't help him anymore. He's made his decision and I'm here. I don't think there's anything more we can say to each other."

That night she couldn't sleep: he hadn't been back for a long time wherever he was, and the thought that perhaps someone had shot him or taken revenge on him didn't fill her with peace.

Despite everything she felt, she didn't want him to die.

She shuddered when she heard footsteps in the corridor and then the sound of a key turning in the lock. She closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep when he came inside, closing the door behind him.

She heard him pull off his jacket and shoes, trying not to make any noise, and then he came towards her, leaning over her with a quiet sigh. She swallowed hard when he gently covered her with the duvet, when his wide, warm hand combed through her hair as if she were a small child.

She was furious with herself that she felt tears under her eyelids as soon as he pulled away and lay down on the mattress, when she heard him say hello to Vhagar, who licked his fingers.

She was furious that some part of her still craved his closeness, that his touch made her feel safe, just as it had then, that summer.

The only joy in her days filled with shame and grief was Vhagar.

Her uncle's dog was gigantic and had big brown eyes. Vhagar was as distrustful as he was and did not approach her at first, but watched her closely as she lay on the floor, and when she held out her hand to her, she sniffed the air, wanting to smell her with her large, black, wet nose.

Like him, Vhagar required patience and understanding, respecting her barriers.

Eventually, however, she allowed herself to be touched, sealing her acceptance with a long, sticky lick from which her fingers were all moist. Being with her and touching her soft, warm fur was a form of therapy for her: she couldn't find comfort in his arms even though she craved it, and she knew he was dying to touch her.

However, if she broke down and let him, she would lose the remnants of her self-respect and her own dignity.

Although she tried to reject these thoughts and feelings that filled her, what she had repressed during the day came back to her in her dream: she saw her uncle lying in a pool of blood, his face cut, his eyes gouged out in revenge for what he had done to one of the men who had not paid him on time.

The scream she let out seemed inhuman to her and she didn't even know she had really let it out. She pulled herself up on the bed, terrified by the darkness and the fact that she did not recognise the room she was in when she heard something move on the floor.

"– Rhaenys? – Rhaenys, what happened? –" She heard his voice and looked at him with big eyes, whooping with her own tears, sobbing loudly as she felt relieved despite everything he had done to her.

He was alive.

"– did you have a bad dream? –" He asked, looking at her with a sincere worry from which she felt pain in her heart, thinking in disbelief that she wanted to throw herself into his arms and cuddle up to him.

"– hey – hey, baby – it's okay –" He whispered soothingly, rising slowly, approaching her uncertainly. She lifted her shoulders up, simultaneously wanting and not wanting this.

She felt a pleasant shiver as he sat down beside her, his hand gently touching her shoulder.

She swallowed hard when he dared to put his other hand on her head and sank his face into her neck – she felt like bursting into sobs feeling his familiar scent, his familiar warmth, her body relaxing involuntarily into his embrace against her will.

"– shhh – easy – easy, little one – no one will hurt you –" He assured her, only to sink his face into the top of her head a moment later, stroking her shuddering body soothingly with his hands.

You've already done it, she thought with pain.

The person before whom she was most vulnerable, whom she allowed to touch her naked body, whom she allowed to be deep inside her, as intimate as possible.

She thought, feeling her body convulsing as she tried to calm her breathing, that she had nothing left.

"– I'm not sure I want to live anymore –" She mumbled out, surprising herself with these words that came straight from her heart.

She heard him draw in the air loudly, terrified, rocking her in his embrace as if she were a small child.

"– no – don’t say that – it won’t take long – my grandfather is in contact with your mother – they will soon come to an agreement and you will return home –" He whispered as if he thought that was what she meant.

That she just wanted to go home.

"– you broke my heart –" She said, wanting him to understand that her going back anywhere wouldn't change anything, because what he had done to her no place could fix.

She didn't really care now where she was or what was happening to her.

She felt regret towards herself that when she heard him burst out crying she involuntarily felt sympathy for him.

"– forgive me – I regret this like nothing else in my life, I swear – I will spend my life trying to make it up to you –" He muttered, his warm, full lips starting to place wet, lingering, desperate kisses on her face, wanting to somehow soften her words and what she had said, but she felt worse and worse.

"– I love you – I love you in every sense of the word –"

Lie.

"– I don't believe you –"

She heard him wail quietly, hugging her as tightly as if he wanted to break her bones, melt into one with her so she could never escape him again.

"– I understand it – and I don't dare ask for it –" He whispered with difficulty, and she clenched her eyes shut, herself feeling the hot tears one by one begin to run down her face.

They were just empty words that couldn't change anything.

"– that feeling I had inside me was the only thing that allowed me to breathe – and you took it away from me –" She whined into his neck, finally saying what she had been feeling all this time, the regret, the disappointment, the terror and the emptiness she felt deep inside her flowed out of her mouth.

She was sure he was going to start denying it, saying he would make it up to her, but instead she heard his mournful cry, his kisses on her face, neck and shoulders loud, sticky, ravenous, his breath heavy and raspy, making her feel a pleasant tickle between her thighs in spite of herself.

"– I love you – I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you so fucking much –" He mumbled out and she snuggled into him harder, wanting to hurt and comfort him at the same time, to reject and accept him deep inside her.

Some part of her wanted to believe him again.

She gasped, surprised to feel her nipples grow hard, to feel her warm cunt pulsate around nothing as his broad hand slid slowly under her t-shirt, trailing down her back while his swollen lips did not pull away from her bare skin.

"– I love you –" He assured her, the strokes of his hand, his wet, hot lips increasingly ambiguous and intimate, the tips of his fingers trailing down her spine, making a wonderful shiver run through her again and again, from which she finally moaned.

"– you hurt me –" She mumbled out regretfully through her tears, inhaling his scent, hating him for how good she felt with him, hating him for how much she wanted him, hating him for needing him so badly and him taking advantage of her.

"– no more – I swear – all I want is you –" He breathed out, pressing her tighter to him, her lips in some subconscious, involuntary reflex brushing against his neck, tasting his sweat and his perfume.

"– please – please, baby, please –" He exhaled, their fingers clenching tighter on their bodies, proving where this was going, how much they both needed comfort, reassurance, a moment of pleasure and warmth, what only they could give each other.

She shuddered and froze when she felt his hand slide down her back to her bare buttocks, digging his fingers into them, feeling the cold sweat on her neck.

She pushed him away, panting heavily, and quickly moved away, pressing her back against the cold wall. She looked at him with big eyes, feeling her whole body quiver with desire, her cunt pulsing greedily, dripping all over from her wetness.

"– no – no, no, no, you're doing this to me again –" She cried out, shaking her head, horrified at the effect he had on her, how easily he manipulated her.

She was a stupid idiot, exactly as Daemon had said.

Her uncle shook his head, moving closer to her, in some pathetic, helpless gesture grabbing her calves, kissing her knees as if he wanted to fall to her feet.

"– no, I swear – I want you so badly –"

"– your grandfather told you to do this? – to soften me up so that in case my mother didn't agree he would get shares in her companies through me? –" She asked with anger, thinking that surely that was the case, that this was just part of their plan.

She couldn't let them down, she couldn't make a fool of herself once again.

Her uncle looked at her with eyes red from tears, his face all swollen, his lips parted in a heavy, raspy breaths.

"– no – I was the one who demanded that I could be by your side – that no one but me could bother you – to make sure you were safe –" He muttered and she shook her head, thinking she couldn't believe him.

"– I want to go to sleep – I want to go to sleep –" She mumbled out, herself no longer knowing what she was feeling or thinking.

She turned her face to the wall and hugged its cold structure as if she wanted to melt into it, the space between her thighs hot and wet, throbbing from the tension that filled her entire lower abdomen.

She pursed her lips into a thin line when she felt him clamp his hand on her waist, his face pressed against her back.

"– I'm sorry – I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry – please, don't reject me – I promise I'll be good now – I'm studying, I'm going to take my exams, I'm going to go to university – please, be there for me – it doesn't matter without you – my life doesn't matter if I can't share it with you –" He whined pleadingly, falling into hysteria, bursting out in such a loud, pitiful, almost childish cry that she began to weep herself, not knowing what to do, where to go to escape the chaos of feelings and thoughts that were filling her head.

Although she wanted to, she couldn't push him away after those words and she let him fall asleep cuddled into her back.

The next day, lying down, staring at the wall, waiting for him to wake up, she looked between her and the bed and saw something shiny on the floor. She slipped her hand into the gap and when she caught it, she thought with a heavy beating heart that it was the blade to a small bookbinding knife.

She swallowed loudly as she grasped it in her fingers and slowly raised her hand, slipping it into her towel that lay on the chair just above her head.

He had told her that day that her mother would try to reach an agreement with them if she could see her.

She thought with disgust and shame that her mother and Daemon would have to sacrifice what was rightfully theirs because she had been stupid and naive, because she had disobeyed them, because she had shown thoughtlessness.

She decided that she would make it right.

That she would do something that would destroy Otto's entire plan and allow Daemon to keep what he wanted.

She thought that perhaps her step-father would understand that she had done this for him.

That this was her apology.

"I'd like to take a bath."

True to her assumption, her uncle was careful and removed the key from the bathroom lock, informing her that she had ten minutes, however, to her relief, he did not check her towel.

When he closed the door she quickly turned the water on, not wanting him to get suspicious, and slid the blade out of the cloth, turning it in her fingers.

This was her escape route.

Her final word.

She stepped into the tub, sinking into the pleasantly warm, crystal clear water and leaned her back against the backrest, breathing loudly, feeling fear, uncertainty and doubt.

She didn't want this, but there was no other choice.

Even if she went home, she would not escape the prison that was her heart.

She was unable to stop loving him.

This thought made her sink the blade into the skin of her wrist.

She hissed, feeling with tears in her eyes how unpleasant, rough and stinging this feeling was, uncomfortable, exactly as her feelings towards her uncle.

She smiled under her breath thinking that he would be the one to find her.

She wondered if she would break his heart in this way, just as he had broken hers.

When she did the same with her other wrist she dropped the blade on the tiles and leaned her head back, lying in peaceful silence, hearing only the hum of water around her.

She closed her eyes, imagining that she was by the sea again, with him, listening as he told her about how old and valuable the coin they had found was.

Tears ran down her cheeks at the thought that in a moment she would join that boy.

The man standing outside the door had killed him long ago.

And then she fell asleep, and though she heard someone's voice, felt someone touch her, felt someone calling her name, she could not open her eyes, feeling calm and light.

Free.

She hissed, feeling an unpleasant burning sensation in her wrists and twisted on the bed, opening her eyelids with difficulty. She felt the sun shining on her face, the familiar smell of disinfectants all around her, the quiet beeping of the machines controlling her heart rate just above her head.

She looked to the side and saw the figure of Daemon sitting in a chair, looking at her exactly as he had then, when her uncle had brought her home from Heavenly Beach.

She felt her body begin to quiver in shame and fear: even though she tried, she couldn't find the words to express what she was feeling, and although she had never called him that, at that moment something snapped inside her.

"– I'm sorry – I'm sorry, Dad – I believed him – I was only supposed to bring him the books, nothing more – I was trying to fix it –" She mumbled out, bursting into sobs, struggling to catch air between the successive sentences that left her mouth.

Something in her step-father's gaze changed – he swallowed hard and twisted in his seat, clenching his hands into fists.

It seemed to her that some part of him sympathised with her.

"– I know –"

Those words, though short and dispassionate, meant more to her than he could have imagined.

Although he was furious with her, and he had every right to be, he understood why she did what she did and that she believed it would help his cause.

"– you did it for me – didn't you? –" He asked, looking at her wrists.

She nodded, trying to catch her breath, feeling that her cheeks and eyelids were all swollen with tears of sadness, grief and pain.

He lowered his gaze and sighed heavily, turning his head to the side, looking towards the window.

"– don't ever do it again – your mother almost died of despair –" He said, and she nodded again, letting his large hand close over her fingers.

"– you are a naive, stupid child – but mine – you will be under my full control from now on – you will not go anywhere without me, your mother or my bodyguards – do you understand? –" He asked and she nodded, feeling shame.

He was right.

She was a naive, stupid child who someone had to watch over to make sure she didn't mess up again.

Despite her initial horror that everyone would hate her, she was welcomed home with relief and joy: she knew that to some extent this was influenced by what she had done, but at least it made everyone understand that she regretted what had happened.

"– that son of a bitch – I swear I'll kill him with my own hands –" Jace said to her, embracing her tenderly as if she were a teddy bear.

She felt pain and discomfort at the thought that some part of her wanted to ask him not to hurt her uncle.

She wondered how much of this was due to how he was manipulating her and how much was due to how she really felt about him.

She knew that Daemon, Jace and their men had declared war on Otto: every day someone died in a shootout, and she prayed she wouldn't hear his name overhearing the conversations of her father's bodyguards.

"That boy with one eye sold Larys Strong a bullet in the head. His grandfather's partner! They say he just walked into his office and shot him. He must have pissed him off pretty good." He said, and she swallowed hard, feeling her heart stand up in her throat with terror.

She reached into the pocket of her shorts, pulling out the note he'd left her at the hospital and read its contents for the hundredth time.

I will always watch over you.

A cold shiver ran down her spine at the thought that his confession was literal.

That he had killed him for her.

Do you know who did this?

I can take care of it.

For your comfort.

Those were his words.

I can take care of it for your comfort.

She hid her face in her hands at the thought of him sinking even deeper into darkness for her, thinking that in this way he would atone for what he had done.

Daemon agreed to let her return to the University on the condition that one of his bodyguards would wait in the car the entire time she was in the building, just to make sure she didn't leave or run away.

She agreed to this out of desperation, feeling that she was descending into madness sitting at home, constantly dreaming about him.

About someone bringing them news that he was dead.

Along with the end of the semester, the entry exams for all those who wanted to get into university were also approaching.

She tried not to think about whether he was studying, whether he was going to come and try, recognising that it was just his momentary whim, an attempt to make her believe that he was capable of change.

And then she'd see his silhouette in her memory, bent over a thick tome, read through her textbooks.

She hated herself for sympathising with him.

She hated herself for wanting him to succeed.

Since then neither of them had written or spoken to each other.

Even so, the day she knew the exams were to take place had her walking around in a state of complete shock and panic all day.

"Are you alright? I'm worried about you. You look terrified." Robb said, snapping her out of her reverie.

They had been together for a few months during the past year, as they had become very close on a excavations where they had been the professor's assistants together.

His ironic sense of humour, the glint in his eye and his cheeky smile made her feel a pleasant warmth in her stomach, and when he kissed her one evening she thought there was hope for her.

That she could live a normal life.

She spent her first time with him because she trusted him and knew he was experienced. He was tender and patient with her, excited by her clearly lack of skill in this aspect, by the fact that he could lead her by the hand, show her what desire and fulfilment were.

She was grateful to him for making the loss of her virginity only a little painful for her, and beyond that she felt only pleasure.

Nevertheless, she despaired that the orgasms she experienced with him could not compare to what she felt when she herself sank her hand into her leaking womanhood, imagining that it was her uncle's fingers that was greedily invading her slit.

"– go on – after all, that's what you want – that's why you came to me, isn't it? – for your uncle to take care of you – am I wrong? –"

She had to snuggle her face into the pillow so that her siblings wouldn't hear her moan of delight and relief, while wonderful waves of warmth and pleasure shook her body, causing her to fall into a peaceful, pleasant sleep, still holding her hand between her thighs.

However, it was enough for her to wake up in the morning, and remorse, sadness and disappointment in herself made her unable to breathe or eat.

And then she saw pictures of Robb with the women he had embraced at the club, and while part of her felt pain, part of her also felt relief.

When she broke up with him, he tried to explain to her that nothing had happened, that he had forgotten himself under the influence of alcohol but that he had never, never cheated on her because he had not kissed or had sex with any of them.

She then thought sadly that she could tell him exactly the same thing, however she felt that they were both cheating on each other in some way, just not physically.

She decided that it would be better if they remained friends, and although it was hard for him to bear at first, he seemed to eventually get used to the thought.

Neither of them resented each other.

She lowered her gaze at the thought, embarrassed, not knowing what to answer him, not being able to confess the truth after all.

She was, however, tired of lying.

"My friend was supposed to take his entry exams today. But I don't know if he will. He hurt me and I'm afraid to go there." She said, looking across the corridor to the part in the building where the big auditorium was located.

"Do you want me to go with you?" He suggested, and for some unknown reason she felt grateful to him for the offer.

She nodded, and he smiled at her in a way that she remembered vividly from the moments when she thought they were happy.

When they got there, she saw that the door to the room was open, probably because of how stuffy it was in there.

"Can you see him?" Robb whispered as she leaned out, she could, however, only see the first three rows of pews and did not recognise him among any of the people.

"No. But I can't see much." She muttered.

"Well, tough. We'll wait." He sighed, leaning back against the windowsill with his arms folded.

"Is he your boyfriend?" He asked after a moment with hesitation in his voice.

"No." She mumbled, looking at her fingers in shame. Robb raised his eyebrows, stroking his chin as if something in her words comforted him.

"Oh. I see." He said, and she swallowed hard, looking away, feeling that even though she had told the truth she felt like she had lied.

The people who had finished writing the exam started to leave one by one, making her lose faith with each passing minute that he had done it at all, thinking in the back of her mind that he was sitting with his grandfather and brother right now for sure, discussing how to destroy her step-father.

He didn't have time to play University now, she thought sadly, and froze when she saw him in the doorway.

His healthy eye grew wide at the sight of her as if he had seen a ghost and he stopped in mid-motion, pale, glancing at her, then at Robb.

"Is that him?" He asked curiously, extending his hand to him. "Robb, it's a pleasure. I hope you become a student soon too."

She swallowed hard seeing that his uncle's face expressed tension and coldness, a sign that something bad was about to happen.

His gaze full of impatience fell on her again while Robb's hand continued to hang in the air, showing her that if she didn't intervene, he would speak up and she wouldn't like that.

"Thank you, Robb. Will you leave us alone?" She asked in a trembling voice, wanting him to get away from this place as quickly as possible.

Robb blinked, bewildered, looking at her then at him.

"Are you sure?"

"Didn't you hear what she said?" Her uncle snarled in his direction in a way she knew was a warning.

He knew who he was, she realised suddenly with horror.

Then, when Helaena caught him looking at her Instagram account, it wasn't the first time he'd done it.

He followed her social media.

That's why he knew where he should come even though she hadn't given him her university address.

"I'm not talking to you, mate." Said Robb in a tone that betrayed that he had lost patience and she had to stand between them to keep her uncle from pushing against him, his jaw clenched in rage.

"That's enough." She said in a shaky voice.

"Aemond is having a hard time. Forgive him. Sometimes he doesn't know how to behave. He won't hurt me. Am I wrong?" She asked softly with a note of mockery in her voice, from which he swallowed loudly and looked away, embarrassed, trying to control himself.

Robb hesitated, but nodded finally and left them alone, glancing at them intently over his shoulder.

"It was a mistake." She said, shaking her head, herself wanting to leave, recognising that she didn't know why she was doing it, why she cared.

"– no – no, wait –" He muttered, grabbing her arm, careful, however, not to cause her pain. His hand wrapped around her waist in a way from which she swallowed hard, his forehead pressed against her temple.

"– are you two together again? –" He asked in a trembling voice, and she involuntarily burst out laughing, ignoring the stares of the other students who were just passing them by.

"– do you want to tell me how you know who I'm dating and when? –" She hissed, looking at him with fury, his gaze hot and pleading, full of feelings she didn't want to see.

"– do you love him? –"

She shook her head, trying to push him away, not wanting to hear it, having no intention of explaining herself to him.

"– I hope you'll pass – let me go – let me go, I said –" She growled, trying to pull away from him, but he closed his hands on her back, hugging his nose to her cheek like a small child seeking refuge, his eyes closed as he spoke his next words.

"– I killed him for you –" He whispered.

She swallowed hard, feeling a powerful, cold shiver run down her spine, her heart starting to pound like mad in her chest making her struggle to take another breath.

He had killed for her.

He had killed a man.

God, was it possible to wash away such a sin?

To carry such a burden.

She shook her head, her brow arching in pain at the thought that she didn't want to hear it.

"– I killed him because he threatened you – because he wanted to hurt you – I want you to be safe –" He gasped tenderly, enclosing her jaw in his hands, placing again and again warm, soft kisses on her cheek as if she were something he longed to cherish, that he adored, that he loved.

A part of her wanted to ask him if he planned to kill himself too, but those cruel words didn't leave her mouth.

When he hugged her she simply closed her eyes and allowed herself to calm down in the tender embrace of his arms, feeling his soft, full lips on her cheek, neck and shoulders, his hands combing through her hair tender, close, familiar, beloved.

"– I'm not pregnant –" She whispered and felt him freeze for a moment. He swallowed hard, placing a lingering, warm kiss on her temple.

"– I know – the doctor told me – we just have to try again –" He said softly, stroking her back comfortingly as if he were a husband who had just assured his wife that they would have a child in the future.

How absurd his words were simultaneously horrified, embarrassed and endeared her.

"– do you hear yourself? – after what you did to me? – after how –" She mumbled out, bursting into sobs, clasping her hands on his back, for some reason seeking help in his embrace.

He was the only person who understood what she was going through.

"– shhh – I'm here, baby –" He hushed her, stroking her hair and her back, his face sinking into her temple, his warm breath enveloping her neck.

She shuddered when she heard her phone ring – they moved away from each other, and when she pulled it out of her backpack it turned out to be Daemon's bodyguard.

"Your class is over, where are you? Is something wrong?"

"– n-no – no, I'm on my way, I was talking to the professor – I'm sorry –" She mumbled out, scared that the man would start looking for her.

"– it's okay – I'll wait where I always do –" He said and hung up while she breathed a sigh of relief.

"– wait a few minutes before I go so they don't see you –" She said indifferently, tucking the phone into her backpack. She felt him wanting to embrace her again, but she pushed him away, shaking her head and avoided him, unable to look at his face.

We just have to try again.

She burst out crying at the thought that some sick part of her wanted this.

"– you said he's not your boyfriend –" She heard Robb's voice behind her, standing at the entrance to the courtyard, looking at her with pain and disbelief.

She swallowed hard at the thought that he was watching them from a distance.

"– I –"

"– I thought we are friends, that we are honest with each other –" He said quickly, combing his hair with his hand in a gesture of impatience, his words making a cold, unpleasant shiver of shame shudder through her body.

He had caught her in the act, and she was like a small, weeping child who was afraid of the consequences.

"– he is not my boyfriend –"

"– are you serious? – you said he hurt you, and you almost let him fuck you in the middle of the corridor – where is your self-respect? –" He hissed and after a moment fell silent, seeing the look in her eyes, the expression on her face, hearing his own words, knowing that his last sentence was a step too far.

"– I'm sorry – I'm sorry I said that – I didn't –" He muttered, running his hand over his mouth.

He wanted to touch her shoulder, but she moved away from him, shaking her head, not caring that the others were looking at them from the side.

"– is there anything else you want to say? –" She asked, having the feeling that something inside her had broken once and for all, shattered into pieces like a glass vase.

Robb opened his mouth, his cheeks turning scarlet with horror and shame.

She turned tensely, heading for the exit, out of the corner of her eye noticing her uncle's face staring back at her, pale and shocked.

He heard it.

She shook her head letting him know not to follow her and ran towards the car park, thinking about how she wanted to sink to the ground and die.

As she closed the car door behind her, whooping with tears in panic, the man leaned over to look at her face, horrified.

"Are you all right?" He muttered.

"– I didn't pass the fucking exam – can we go now? –" She said with such anger and fury that the bodyguard merely nodded and started the engine, backing the car out onto the road.

She covered her face with her hands, choking and panting, trying to calm down, thinking she deserved it.

Why had she gone there?

Why did she have to see if he had come?

What did it matter?

We just had to try again.

Jesus fucking Christ.

They were both completely mad.

Maybe they had inherited it in their genes, she thought regretfully.

It wasn't until she was home at dinner, feeling Daemon's anxious gaze on her, that she thought uneasily that she had escaped the drowning ship, but had left her uncle and ex-boyfriend far too close. She felt her knee begin to pop up in a nervous reflex under the table at the thought that he might have done something to him.

Out of revenge, out of jealousy, out of whimsy.

I killed him for you.

She thought she would write to him to make sure he was okay.

But he didn't write back.

Unable to stand it, she put a second, new card in her phone, one of the hundreds her brother kept in his drawer to avoid bugging him, and called her uncle, demanding an explanation.

"What did you do to him?" She asked horrified, walking around her room as if in a trance.

"I see you have a new phone number and I have no idea what you're asking."

"Robb, Aemond. He's not writing me back."

She heard him hum on the other end, as if he was pleased with her words and the fact that whatever he had done had forced her to contact him.

"We only talked. His handsome face with brown eyes is unharmed." He said calmly, making her breathe a sigh of relief, still feeling the tension though.

"What were you two talking about?"

"It was our men's business."

"AEMOND."

"That I won't let anyone treat you like that. He doesn't know shit and meddles in matters that aren't his." He said coldly. "I gave him a warning."

For a moment there was a tension-filled silence between them, from which her heart pounded like mad.

She thought it was all some kind of pure madness, that it wasn't really happening.

"– did you threaten him? –"

She heard his loud sigh on the other side and a bark.

Vhagar.

"– I told him to treat you with respect and not to talk to other people about us if he didn't want unpleasantness – no violence, pure persuasion –"

"– manipulation – as in my case –"

"– that is not true –" He protested angrily.

"– LIAR –" She hissed and hung up, throwing her phone on the bed in a gesture full of rage.

She fell back on the bedding, sighing loudly and groaned when she saw that her display had lit up and he had sent her a new message.

She unlocked her phone reluctantly, thinking she had angered him with her words, but saw with surprise that he had sent her a picture of Vhagar.

She felt regret and a sting in her heart at the thought that involuntarily it made her smile.

What he was doing to her was so wrong, so very wrong.

So why did she feel warmth in her heart?

After a while, her phone vibrated again.

She didn't know why she laughed warmly only to burst out crying again a moment later, not understanding why he was the only one who could make her smile, the only one who could make her feel that wonderful warmth in her lower abdomen, the only one who could calm her down.

Why he was the only one she loved.

[dreadsuitsamus]

Lost Part Five | Vegeta x Reader |

part one | part two | part three | part four | part six

author's note: i keep ending up in a bit of a slump after i release a chapter of this where i hardly get anything done for a month or so and then inspiration strikes and i write almost the entire thing within a couple of days 🫠 i am very tired. the story should be wrapping up soon, i'm estimating maybe two more chapters total!

pairing: vegeta x fem!reader

warnings: canon typical violence, does not follow the canon timeline of events

Chi-Chi watches you carefully as you help her prepare dinner. You and Goku came home just a few hours ago, yet you've hardly said a word at all. A year spent with Vegeta, your husband that's spent the last year of his life with another woman and their child, and you've got nothing to say? Nothing happened?? Not even a single thing worth mentioning???

Bull. Shit.

"So." She hums to herself, sliding over more vegetables for you to chop. "You're awfully quiet tonight."

"Just ask the question instead of beating around the bush." You mutter, quickly dicing the veggies in the way Gohan likes best.

Chi-Chi huffs to herself, considering her words more carefully than her initial approach to the conversation. You are not in a good mood and no doubt being hangry on top of it isn't going to help anything. But she's gotta know!

Chi-Chi takes a careful breath, losing her false sense of aloofness. "You seem upset. Did something happen during your training?"

"My husband is a bastard." You mutter bitterly. "Gives me the training of a lifetime and then caps it off with a plan to kill our son."

"Wow." She murmurs softly, and her heart cries to go hug her son tightly and never let go. "I can't say it surprises me that he'd think to do it. He came to this planet and killed his own partner he arrived with."

"Nappa? God how I would've loved to see that." Despite the gravity of your situation, learning that Nappa's death was at the hand of Vegeta fills you with such a sick, satisfactory feeling. "He was always a pain to deal with."

"He killed several of our friends." Chi-Chi mutters, and you do have at least a little grace to feel shame. It's disgusting how in the short time you've been here, these humans have made you think twice about your kind's culture… You always knew it to be despicable yet you've never been this close to feeling ashamed of it.

You sigh to yourself. "It was nice to be so connected to Vegeta again. I've missed him more than you could ever know. I love my husband, but the man I mated wouldn't dream of killing his own son."

"Twenty years apart is unimaginable." Chi-Chi says gently. "And maybe… After growing up with him and then being married young to him, you two never got much of a chance to grow separately. And just maybe that gap allowed you both to be who you truly are… Which might not be compatible, despite your history and what you want to feel."

The tears that well up in your eyes surprise you; you've never been a crier. But she's not wrong— you're not the spoiled, battle-hungry princess you once were, and raising a child alone changed you in ways you never imagined.

Ways that Bulma will change in too, should Vegeta leave her and Trunks to come back to your side.

"I don't want to talk about this anymore." You murmur, and bless Chi-Chi as she turns away and allows you to wipe at your teary eyes. You stare at your hands, feeling the new power you trained for in the chamber run through right alongside your racing blood.

The young Saiyan woman from your past would certainly be in awe of your power, and wouldn't have a care in the world for your family's plight. She only sought to be the strongest warrior possible— and you shake your head at the idea that a younger you would agree with Vegeta's solution to the problem.

It's offensive, the idea of murdering your only son. But Chi-Chi is certainly right— it's no shock Vegeta thought of it. He's clearly not grown all that much, spending much of his life still under Frieza's thumb, doing his pillaging and continuing to live similarly to how he had even on Planet Vegeta. He trained, he fought and killed, and mourned his wife and son with every expedition.

He's a stubborn Saiyan male, one full of pride and an ego forever unmatched. And goodness do you love every bit of him. But letting go of your pride to raise your son in the precarious environment you were left to scramble for, an environment you were in because Vegeta didn't listen, has you still so angry at him. Could you really forgive him? Do you even want to?

I love you so much, Vegeta, but I hate you too. Why didn't you listen to your wife?!

"Alright…" Chi-Chi's voice is practically straining as she attempts to hold herself back, and you can't help the ugly snort that leaves you when that thin barrier breaks. "Just… Did you… Y'know…" She grins conspiratorially, reminding you of your favorite attending from back in the day.

Rolling your eyes, you slide the chopped veggies to her and head for the kitchen's exit to hide your celebratory smirk. "Yes, we did. And it was amazing."

Gohan's not sure what his mother's laughing so loudly about, but he smiles to himself as he resumes his studies. He's glad she's made a friend.

Bulma tosses her wrench aside, burying her pretty face into her hands as the frustration takes its toll on her. She's readying the ship you and Vegeta will take to go find your son, but the nagging worry that Vegeta won't come back lays a thick pressure down on her bones. Sleep is already hard to come by with a baby, especially one that's getting increasingly mobile with each passing day, but she's gotten less and less ever since you came into the picture to ruin her life.

Maybe she's being a little dramatic. This all happened by chance— it was pure coincidence you ended up on Earth, and as an amnesiac you were friendly to her. But what was yours is now hers, and there's no doubt in Bulma's mind that you want to retake it. It's what she would do, after all, if the roles were reversed. You're not wrong for how you feel, she supposes.

But there is entirely too much on the line for her to be relaxed.

She looks up at the sound of boots approaching, and the relief in her body is so harsh and sudden that she feels light. Vegeta's back from wherever he went, and he's got Trunks in his arms. "I didn't know he woke up."

"He's been up only a few minutes." Vegeta hands off the boy to Bulma, Trunks grinning happily at the sight of his mother.

"When did you get back?"

"Not long ago."

Bulma bites her tongue. "So…"

"So?" Vegeta crosses his arms, taking in the frazzled sight of his child's mother. She hasn't been sleeping well, probably hasn't eaten much either— how can she take care of Trunks like this?

Bulma glares at Vegeta, forcing down the bulk of her rage to keep Trunks in a happy mood. It's difficult, though, to deal with the stubbornness and aloofness of her whatever he is to her. Boyfriend? Baby daddy? Disappearing isn't entirely new for Vegeta, though it's been some time since he's done it. But with you in the picture, anything is possible and he's slowly seeming to retreat back into the shell he started out in.

"Where have you been?" Her tone isn't accusatory, and Vegeta's stance relaxes slightly.

"Training in the chamber." He's honest, but his short reply concerns Bulma anyway.

"With—"

"Yes."

Bulma sighs, ignoring the way Trunks tugs at her shirt. "So when are you leaving?"

"I'm not sure." Vegeta murmurs, looking off to the side at nothing in particular. He can't find V without you, and he's currently your number one enemy again. Giving you space is a minimum requirement before he can attempt to talk plans for leaving, discovering V and then—

Well, you'll have to come to an agreement on that front as well.

"Will you come back?"

His brows come together then, but he can't fairly be mad at the question. He's left before, made no indication or vow to Bulma to be present from now on, and while it hasn't crossed his mind, it would be quite the opportunity to reunite with his first family in space and fuck off to who knows where. But for many reasons outside of just Bulma and Trunks, he would never leave Earth.

It's his home, plain and simple, and he must defend it as such.

"Of course I will."

Doubt fills her tummy as Vegeta walks out of her lab, leaving her alone with the baby.

Chi-Chi's dragged her boys out of the house for clothes and grocery shopping around noon the following day, and you're left alone to your own devices for a few brief hours. Daring to check the contents of the slow cooker Chi-Chi set up this morning, you hear the front door opening up just as you start to open the lid.

Dammit!

"Whatever you think I'm doing, Chi-Chi, I'm—" The hairs at the back of your neck prickle, and defense mode rises as you don't recognize the energy to belong to any one of the Son family.

But luckily for Bulma, she's got a fairly recognizable hair color.

You narrow your eyes as she finishes inviting herself in, watching as she closes the door behind her and looks you right in the eye, adjusting the baby on her hip. "Bulma. What do you want?"

"Vegeta."

Oh, for Kami's sake!

"You have him, don't you?" Your jealousy confusingly runs parallel with your anger at your mate— he's a bastard, but yours.

"I hoped he was." Bulma murmurs, and you don't miss the sadness in her eyes. Truly, she does love your husband. "He's been… A challenge."

"That's the biggest understatement I've ever heard." You cross your arms and look away from her.

"But I love him. He's not romantic or particularly soft or anything, but I love him anyway. And he's my son's father, and I just… I want Trunks to grow up knowing his father."

"My son didn't."

"So you should know exactly the pain Trunks would go through. The pain I would go through when he asks me about a man he doesn't remember meeting. I…" Bulma sighs and rubs her tired face, and boy you don't envy her position as a new mother in this sticky situation. At least when V was out of the incubator, you had a solid marriage to back you when dealing with the baby got to be too much at once.

But she steels herself quickly, the fiery look in her eye you remember from that night in the forest coming back to the present. "I met a version of my son where he grew up without Vegeta."

"I'm sorry— Huh?!" She met a version of Trunks??

"He came here from the future, and he's the one that actually killed Frieza."

"A halfling killed Frieza…" You say slowly, gazing at the child in her arms. This child will one day have that sort of power?!

"He's a child of Vegeta, of course he did!" Bulma scoffs, and damn she'd be quite the catch on Planet Vegeta. And bitterly, she reminds you of yourself. Vegeta certainly has a type.

"This place gets stranger the longer I stay here." Your tail tightens around your waist, frustration and confusion swamping your brain. "What in the hell did he get himself into?" You ask yourself the question more than Bulma, and once again you're met with a reminder of Chi-Chi's words.

Twenty years apart is unimaginable…

Bulma sighs. "Trunks traveled from the future because of a threat that completely ruined the world, and everyone except me and Trunks died. He came back to warn us, and then left again. We haven't seen him since."

"And I don't suppose he mentioned me in any capacity."

"No, he didn't."

"So either I never showed up, or I left Earth."

Or V killed me.

"I don't really know." Bulma adjusts the squirming baby in her arms. "But I'm not willing to take Trunks' sacrifice and doom this Trunks to the same fate. The Androids are set to arrive in a few years, and we need Vegeta to even have a chance."

"So what exactly are you asking me to do? Fuck off and give you your happy ending, and leave me and my son in the dust?"

"I'm asking you, mother to mother, to give my son the gift your son couldn't have. A family, and a chance at a happy life."

"And why should I care about the quality of your son's life?" Your fists clench at your sides; you're not a monster to an innocent baby's plight, not at all. If anything, the last twenty years have softened you and as a mother, you more than understand Bulma's situation and what she's asking. But to assume a savage of you without knowing you—

You did threaten her life, you suppose. Perhaps her anger is a tad deserved.

"If you won't do it for Trunks, then do it for Gohan." Bulma spits out, heading for the door. "Because if you don't, he'll grow up without his dad and spend his life protecting Trunks until the day they finally kill him too."

She slams the door shut behind her, and the cold realization trickles through your veins. Should you be selfish and take what you want, those you've come to cherish will die, and that innocent boy that didn't choose his parents will suffer directly. You're more than aware what it's like to lose everything, and at the very least you could attribute some of it to karma for your Saiyan heritage and the things you've done out of pride for it.

Could you really damn a baby like that?

"Why didn't you tell me about the Androids?"

Goku freezes, not even entirely in the house when you question him. His arms are loaded with shopping bags that he subsequently drops when Gohan runs into him with the rest of the bags, the two of them tumbling into quite the mess. Chi-Chi's luckily getting a manicure, though Goku doesn't know which is the lesser of two evils— angry Chi-Chi, or angry you.

"Uh, wh-whaddya mean?" Goku pointedly averts your gaze in favor of picking up the dropped bags of clothes and groceries.

"Don't play dumb, Goku." You growl. "Androids. Why didn't you tell me?"

Goku sighs and stands. "We didn't know if you should know, since…"

"You're not staying." Gohan mumbles.

"That, and those guys are four years away. Your situation is more urgent." Goku hands off the groceries to Gohan to put away, leaving you alone in the living room. "We've been training for it pretty hard though."

"You should've told me."

"Would you be willing to help us with them?"

"Of course I would!" You snap. "Like I'd ever miss a fight, especially one of this gravity."

"Really?!" Goku scoops you into a crushing hug, and your tail steps in for your trapped arms to bat the back of his head.

"I will be here for these Androids, whatever the hell they are. You can count on that."

"Does that mean you'll stay?" Goku carefully puts you down, his hands on your shoulders.

"Certainly not." You look away from those honest eyes. "But I will return to help you fight."

"Why won't you stay?"

"I have a life elsewhere, with my son. Earth is not as bad as it first seems, but I don't see a long-term future here."

"But… What about us, your family?"

"I…" You falter for just a moment, remembering the way you lived with the Son family during your amnesia and how right it felt at the time.

As an amnesiac, it was of course easy to feel such a way— you craved a sense of belonging and a home, and naturally gravitated towards what you had found, and wanted to keep it even in the event your memories were restored. Building something new was a possibility lost at the exact moment Vegeta entered your life again, but only as a result of your unyielding rage.

Could it really be possible to stay on such a planet? There's more here for you than where you spent the past two decades, surely… But it's the presence of your husband's bastard family that sends a shot of resistance straight to your heart. That woman and her child serve as the cherry on top to all that's happened to you; why in the hell would you ever subject yourself to such torture?

"I can't stay, Goku. My son needs me."

He's all I have left, and I'm all he has ever known.

Goku doesn't argue, but the sadness that rolls off of him slinks onto you as you walk out of the house.

"Mother?" V asks softly as you head for your training grounds. He was oddly quiet on the ride over to this planet from your home, and evidently something's been plaguing his young mind.

"Yes?"

"What was Father like?"

You knew this day would come, but no amount of pondering the answers or possible questions could prepare you for how broken your son's voice is— how long has he asked himself these questions? He's six years old now, surely it's been on his mind for at least a little while. And though you've never made it a point not to bring up your husband or your home planet to your son, the memory of what you had and the grief over what could have been breaks your heart daily, even with your pent-up rage at your late husband's refusal to listen to your concerns.

"Your father was… Amazing." Damn the tears in your eyes and just how wistful you sound. You need to be strong for the boy! "A master tactician, stubborn as all hell, witty, prideful man. He was everything. Strong and handsome and fierce."

"What happened to him?"

"He died when our home planet was destroyed."

"He was that strong and still died?!" V's dark eyes widen in fright, and you cup his face gently.

"Your father's downfall was also his greatest strength— his pride. Had he listened to me, he'd be alive today. So always listen to your mother, my son. I only want what's best for my family."

"My family means everything to me." You mutter to yourself, gazing up at the sky and finding the sole twinkle of the brightest star as dusk settles in and finding it to be a lot like the sparkle in Gohan's eyes when he finds an interesting bug.

A bead of sweat trickles down into Vegeta's eye, stinging as he pushes through the pain of the gravity room. Train for his son, train for his other son, train for himself and his goals… Never has he ever felt so tired, where he yearns more for sleep than a battle.

Well, he may not be willing to go quite that far. But there was a time where he was beyond dead tired and all he longed for was one single thing.

Vegeta slams shut the door to his dorm on the Frieza station, huffing at his near loss of balance from expelling the last bit of his energy on the child's tantrum tactic. The food on this ship isn't good enough for how tightly he's under Frieza's thumb now— it's surely intentional and to keep Vegeta from rising above and killing the dictator that stole everything from him. Frieza is cruel, and sees Vegeta as a mere tool or even a toy.

Vegeta can only hope his life remains fun for Frieza to play with until he gets his chance to strike and take revenge for his glorious race's extinction.

Taking revenge for the murder of his dear wife and son is the only thing to keep him going these days. And those idiots Raditz and Nappa don't understand a thing about it— they're living it up on this ship, doing Frieza's bidding just as loyal dogs and not having a care in the world for what was lost. Perhaps that's why they get fed properly; Frieza knows they'd never give up this lifestyle.

And bitterly, Vegeta knows he'd be just like them if he never got married. His pride is insurmountable, but his love for his family outweighs even that. He'd never bow down to the one that cost him everything, even if he was given an 'ideal' life of battling and feasting.

Someday, he will rise above in his Super Saiyan form and avenge you. But for now he must bide his time until he can master and make true use of it.

Falling to his knees at the foot of the bed, so exhausted his tail lays limp rather than around his waist, Vegeta pulls his lady's favor from his armor. Your scent faded so, so long ago, yet he can swear he remembers it anyway. Your preferred body scrub was infused with mint, and it mixed well with your natural scent and Vegeta could never get enough of it. Fruitlessly, he buries his nose into the silk cloth.

Tears fill his eyes as he wills the favor to smell like you again. It's getting harder and harder to pretend he's with you, laying in bed and nosing along the curve of your neck while you rest in bed. He'd rub your swollen belly as you near the end of your pregnancy, the strong little Saiyan inside of you nearly ready to be born and incubated and you were in quite the discomfort during that time.

All you wanted was your husband's presence, and he should've appreciated it more. Hindsight is 20/20, but he remembers feeling aggravated at times, being trapped in bed and feeling restless and anxious for the incoming parenthood. To go back and live in the moment, to see you, hold you, kiss you… He'd do anything.

"Please." He begs softly to a God that may not even exist, let alone be listening to his plea. Tears wet his face and he collapses to the floor. "Please give them back."

Vegeta closes his eyes as his vision clouds, and with a huff he forces himself up and out of the gravity room. He got his wish, and damn if he'll just let you go like this. You are alive, and the year in the chamber wasn't nearly enough. Saiyan mates are connected until the end of time, and he will not waste another damn minute without you.

You're at Vegeta's little hidden cabin when the hairs at the back of your neck raise. Vegeta's here, but why? You meet him at the door, and the determined look in his eye sends a shiver down your spine.

"Vegeta."

"You are a difficult woman to find." He seethes. "For anyone else, anyway."

"For what purpose are you looking for me?" Your eyes narrow suspiciously— the aura around him is different. He's hellbent on something.

"Because you're my goddamn wife!"

You stumble backwards as Vegeta wraps you up in his arms, his hold crushing you against that solid, strong body. Trembling as he holds you, he brushes the tip of his nose along the curve of your neck. "I can't lose you again." He murmurs before kissing you deeply, and it's just like in the chamber— temporarily, you feel whole again.

I don't want to be lost again.

"For everything, I'm sorry. I should've been better, I should've listened, I—"

"I love you." You whisper against him, eyes shut tightly as you bask in his embrace. "Forgive me-"

"There's nothing to forgive you for." Vegeta mutters, smoothing a hand down the curve of your back. "You've done nothing-"

"For what I'm about to do."

Vegeta frowns, and you mash your lips to his for a quick distraction against the power generating in your palms and his cry of pain and confusion breaks your heart as you slam one palm against his lower back, in the exact spot his tail once was. Even with the appendage lost, it's still a deeply-rooted sensitive area and he's weakened immediately by your thrust of power to it.

Your husband falls to his knees, angry but unable to move. "W… What the hell was that?!" He coughs, wheezing as if you punched all the air from his lungs.

"I have to do what's best for my family. And my family needs you safe here, love."

"I need you." Vegeta pleads, reaching out to you with a shaky hand. "Don't… Don't!"

"I'll see you again for the Androids."

If I survive that long.

Before Vegeta can ponder how you even know about them, your powered up fist meets the side of his skull and he's out cold, sprawled out on the floor of his secret cabin. Without wasting too much time, you fish his beloved lady's favor from your breasts and leave a wistful kiss on it before tucking it into your mate's open palm.

Leaving him behind, you quickly fly to Capsule Corps as you recall the direction Vegeta came from. Bulma's up with the baby, and your eyes lock onto hers as she opens up the door to her home.

"You have maybe ten minutes to get me into orbit before Vegeta wakes up."

Baby Trunks is swiftly thrust into your arms as she leads the way to the ship, and you and the child lock eyes for just a moment.

For all these things I've done, I had better see heaven one day.

[peachymilkandcream]

Written In Blood|Part 20 (Finale)|Modern Yandere Levi x Evelyn

(A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed this series! This one is going to be a really short chapter just summing everything up but I hope you enjoyed nonetheless and we'll see you guys in the next series set to come out next week!)

WARNINGS: noncon/dubcon, graphic descriptions of violence, domestic violence, manipulation, mind breaking, yandere behaviour/themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, wishing rape upon someone, misogyny, mentions of child abuse, blackmail, revenge porn, murder, cuckolding, torture, etc.

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Since the two had officially announced their whirlwind romance and quick marriage popularity soared for Evelyn, and Levi was swimming in clients who wanted help navigating their own internet scandals.

Several of Evelyn's newest books were inspired off of Levi, the man who was the villain still at large and never caught. Finally she had named him, Rivaille, using Levi's middle name to officially brand him as the nightmare haunting all of her works.

To her surprise, Levi approved. He enjoyed being the thing that was always there, he was the center of her mind and her art by proxy. If he was her everything, why shouldn't be the focal point of her work? Besides, it reinforced that he would always be a constant in her life and she would never escape him. He would always be haunting her steps.

The threat she felt all too vividly. Every time he brought home a new victim he ensured she was there to watch what he would do to them. In his words it was to "ease her mind that he wasn't doing anything close to adultery" with those he chose. But she knew that it was just to reestablish his power over life and death.

However since she had agreed to submit to him her life had become better.

She could never get out of her head the pathetic screams and bangs from the bathroom as Petra slowly succumbed to hunger. Levi didn't let her see the scene but had said she had resorted to cannibalism of the corpse he had left in there for her. Petra didn't seem to care that the body was already rotten, making her sick and weaker until she finally passed in agony.

That wouldn't be Evelyn's fate. She would do what it took to stay on Levi's good terms.

And that meant being his trophy wife, with her trophy pregnancy announcement, and all of the glitz and glamour that came with it.

She dazzled at parties, wrote adoring posts about her husband, tracked her pregnancy journey, and rode him until he was gasping and filling her.

In return he gave her a relatively perfect life, so long as she didn't talk back she didn't get a love tap. So long as she put out when he bought her a gift she wasn't threatened with violence. If she just followed his rules she got to live this luxurious life.

She even started to enjoy it.

She was untouchable by the law, do and go wherever she wanted, without having to worry about her safety or any backlash. She was as free as a prisoner could be. And she wouldn't change it for the world.

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Levi watched as she finished reading. "Well?"

"So that's when it started."

"Yes."

"Are you going to publish this?"

"No of course not, I'm not an idiot."

"Then why write it?"

"For you, for me, for us. I want you to remember how we got here. The lengths I went to make you mine."

She goes silent a moment. "Do you ever regret it?"

Levi smirked as he watched her face turn to slight panic when the water stain on the bed signaled the arrival of their first child.

"Not in the slightest my dear."

The End

[ashintheairlikesnow]

1/ 2I need to talk about the perfect tragedy that is Atabei. Atabei who met this little boy that wouldn't kill the piglets! Who embraced the black girl with her magic and superstitions! And then _wouldn't _realize until it was too late that boy had changed. It didn't matter if it was the privation he'd experienced, or if there was this seed of awfulness always in him, didn't even matter if some part of him was guilty about it. She loved him so much for who he was before and what they'd shared

2/3 that love—one of the strongest forces for good—blinded her into doing great evil and I'm verklempt. I have no idea if the "ghosts" Ford mentions will play a role, or even if we'll learn *why* Eliza eventually "fell" (though I hope like hell some of Sirene's descendants play a role because her eight-year-old put-down of Guilford was the best fucking line so far I adore that child to pieces) Sure, she'd done some questionable shit—though considering abusive husband of Eliza I approve--,

3/3 and it would've been so easy to make her as resentful as Guilford, but that the hamartia of her doom was wrongly bestowed kindness is visceral and raw and perfect. God, sorry that got so long my epitaph will be 'thought nothing worth penning were it not verbose'

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First off, sorry I didn't answer this right away. I have been mentally rereading and kicking my feet and giggling.

Secondly!

NEVER feel bad about sending long asks about Bones in the Ocean. Or any asks! That story, its world, its concepts and the types of magic, the rules... it's all taken over my brain and I am almost always desperate to just ramble endlessly about the characters and histories, especially the aspects that aren't part of the main storyline but are instead the added context around the edges of it.

Gilly always had a seed of potential awful in him, but Atabei was actually a good influence on his willingness to empathize with nonhuman creatures, because SHE did. Atabei's empathy did not extend overmuch to actual human beings, though. Even less so when it came to her love Eliza's abusive husband, who stood between the two of them and happiness and kept Eliza in a life of constant fear for herself and her daughter.

Decades later, Eliza gets far enough away from Gilly and the siren to remember herself, and to remember the daughter she left behind - she assumes to die, alone and unloved - and she 'falls' over the side of the ship. It's polite language. Everyone knows, deep down, what really happened. Especially Atabei, who never fully forgot herself, and went more than a little mad as a result of the guilt and shame and fear that overwhelmed her when Eliza was gone.

Atabei's tragedy is in aiding and abetting the evil that would ruin her life, turn her love Eliza into someone else entirely, and leave her knowing what had been done but utterly unable to speak of it, to do anything at all to stem the tide of Gilly's ambition. She used her magic when commanded, to paint the marks again, to rebuild the bars of her own cage, really.

I have thoughts on that time period, those years of her watching Gilly's children with Eliza growing up. I think she probably visited the siren, on occasion. She and Areyto probably came, at some point, to a sort of bitter understanding with each other. Each of them trapped, each of them captive and caged and knowing it, each of them used as a tool in Gilly's plans.

If this story were a video game, there would be diaries or half-erased letters stained with tears throughout the house, Atabei telling the story of her own long, dreary life, the bright spots with Eliza, the darkness that was so much stronger.

Watching her childhood friend grow into a more violent man with age and power - especially with the corruption of his slowly growing power. Watching him murder his own eldest son to take his place.

Watching the cycle start anew with the next generation, knowing even her death would not end this, as she aged but Gilly didn't.

She gave a man she cared deeply for functional immortality and far too much power.

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But - know this - Sirene is instrumental, too, to the eventual end of Gilly's grand ambitions.

[sweetbillwriting]

Love Just Happens

A New Chapter - Part 12

Characters: The future's Bill Skarsgård and others close to him. The rest is my own characters.

Setting: This story is set in the future but because it's hard to say how the world is then (and it isn't that important for the story) the future is similar to our time now, even with fashion and so on.

Warnings: 18+, age difference, smut, ageism, anxiety, jealousy, family problems, sexism, voyeurism.

Aurora closed the door to the nursery. The doors were old so they could easily make sounds but this time she succeeded even if she felt her heart beating hard in her chest. She took some deep breaths and brought the baby monitor to the bedroom.

In, out. In, out. In, out.

She shouldn't get so worked up just by Bill's family visiting but it didn't feel good at all. It was too soon.

Aurora sat down on the bed and continued to breathe deeply. She looked at the baby monitor and regretted that she had left the baby alone. She was an awful mother for doing that but she couldn't let Bill's family meet the baby and she couldn't walk down in her condition. Wearing an oversized loungewear set and her tired face without makeup? No, no, no. She wouldn't become that mother. To be able to walk down she must fix herself, do her makeup and change clothes but when she sat on the bed she knew it wouldn't happen, she just wanted to be close to her baby girl.

She tipped toed back to Isadora's room again and opened the door just as carefully as she had closed it. Now it made a sound and in panic she opened it fast and closed it behind her. They had definitely heard the sound from it. Definitely. Aurora could hear her pulse in her ears when she took a look at her perfect little baby sleeping calmly. Everything was okay. She breathed out then she sat down in front of the door so no one could come in. Not even Bill.

"We did some research and she must be tiny! Isadora, we mean, we already know Aurora is," joked Valter and looked around in the house. He was a bit jealous of their house.

"She is small… It doesn't feel like you’re holding anything when she is in your arms so sometimes I wonder if she really is there," said Bill with a smirk while he welcomed them into the living room.

"Is Aurora upstairs? Do you think she can find some time to say hello?" Said his mother in her soft voice and gave him a careful smile.

"Yeah, Isadora was sleeping so she should be able to come down."

"With the baby?" Asked his middle daughter with a hopeful smile.

Bill gave her an empathic smile and sighed. He was about to talk to his younger girls, saying that Isadora still was too small to meet so many people but Eija took over.

"You will see her soon, but today we are just here to meet your dad and Aurora. Isadora must sleep for some days now," she said with a kind smirk and Bill's younger daughters smiled but looked disappointed but there was no point trying to fight her like they did with their dad. Bill's older daughter understood, she had read about premature babies by herself and understood Isadora was really sensitive when she was just a week old. Bill gave Eija a thankful smile, his older daughter a proud one and then he stuffed his hands in the front pockets of his jeans and nodded to the stairs.

"I will see where Aurora is."

Aurora still sat on the floor in front of the door, like she was afraid a murderer would get in, instead she was hiding herself and her child from her husband's family. She just waited on that somebody would try to open the door, she didn't know what she would do then, she just knew she must stop them from coming into the nursery.

Bill gave a fast look into their bedroom, then the bathroom that was connected to their bedroom. She wasn't there even if the baby monitor was lying on the bed so it was obvious she was in the nursery. Bill didn't think much about it and walked up to the door and pushed down the handle but met a weird resistance when he tried to open it. He furrowed his brows and tried again without saying anything. Aurora, who felt Bill trying to push up the door, didn't breathe but leaned back, with all her weight, against the door.

"Babe? Are you there?" Asked Bill confused but also worried. It wasn't a situation he had expected and imagine several reasons why the door couldn't open. Aurora took a deep breath but couldn't stop the tears from spilling out.

"Please Bill… Please just go…" she said with a shaky voice. She didn't really want him to go but just that his family would but she didn't dare saying that. He would probably misunderstand and believe that she hated his family. She loved his family but right then and there she just wanted her baby for herself.

"Lou? Is everything okay?" He asked worriedly. Aurora sighed and looked towards the bed again. She knew she shouldn't keep him from his daughter but the anxiety made it feel like her only option.

"We're okay, the both of us."

Bill leaned his forehead against the door. He shouldn't have let his family in. It was too early for Isadora to meet them but clearly also too early for Aurora. She was much more sensitive than him and he could imagine it was even worse that she hadn't been with her mother yet. She needed her mom.

"I let them know you need some privacy…"

"Please don't say that…" she weeped. Bill swallowed hard and waited for more instructions. "They will hate me…"

"No, they love you. You know that."

Aurora sat silent and wondered which members of his family were actually there. There was just one she could meet. That she actually wanted to meet.

"Is Stellan here?" She said carefully. Bill smiled a little. It was really sweet how much she liked his father. Maybe it was that father figure she sometimes missed.

"Unfortunately not… Do you want me to call him? I just think he is filming today but he will come for you, I'm sure of it."

Aurora sat quietly and looked at her destroyed nails. She didn't want to bother Stellan but she would feel better by having his stable aura around. But he was working. He would probably work until the day he was a corpse and she could see herself in that. She could see Bill in that.

"I want to be alone with him…" she said lowly so Bill would understand she didn't want to meet the others.

"Okay… I’ll ask them to go but… Do you want me to go too?" He asked carefully. It burned in his throat. He didn't want to confess it but it would hurt if she chose his father instead of him.

"No, of course not… I would let you in now if… If…"

He understood she was afraid someone else would come up but that didn't matter, as long as she wanted him there.

"Daaad!" His middle daughter whined, disappointed by his news.

"None of that, it can be really emotional to have a baby. Aurora has fought hard the last few days," said his mother to the girl. It was obvious they listened more when someone else told them, they knew they couldn't play on their bad conscience.

Bill was grateful for that, he knew his middle daughter had her views about him and his wife.

When they all started to leave Bill made a sign to his mother to follow him.

"She has asked for dad so you know." He was a bit worried it would be misunderstood but his mother just smiled. She could also understand that she needed the man that gracefully had filled a bit of the void after her father.

"That sounds good." She looked at Bill a few seconds before daring to ask about his middle daughter. Bill sighed.

"There have been some problems, yeah. I think the baby will change things but now she seems a bit entitled to Isadora just because she was there…" Bill shook his head with an amused but worried smile.

His mother nodded and then let him know she would help if it was something and that he should give Aurora a big hug.

×××

Bill got warm by seeing Aurora so calm and happy. It was a lot to take in, in the picture in front of him but right then and there he mostly looked with love at his wife who giggled and played with the braids in her hair. Bill's father, Stellan, sat next to her, talking baby with the little girl in his arms. She made a smacking sound but hadn't opened her eyes yet. It was a lovely scene. His wife, with his father and their little baby daughter and Bill was happy how calm Aurora was in that setting. He saw himself as a thoughtful person but had missed how much Aurora needed the calmness right now. She needed to just appreciate the moment and his father let him see that. In this age he rarely needed to ask his father for advice, his face was a reminder for everything he stood for and everything he had said. Bill knew he would say to him to just make Aurora happy, that if that was a struggle he was the one that didn't fight hard enough. Bill also knew his father would never understand if he screwed it up with Aurora, Aurora was not the kind of girl you passed by through life, she was end game.

"Have you any work planned now?" Asked Stellan and Bill was prepared to answer when he realized Stellan asked Aurora. He should really get used to having a wife with a big career just like him but he kind of forgot that all the time. It wasn't anything against Aurora or her career because he loved that she had her own thing and was proud of her but before Aurora all such questions were to him. With his older daughters it was just his schedule to think about.

"It's a bit tough right now… Ehh my team wasn't really prepared for me to become a mother?" Said Aurora with a shoulder shrug. "We have six recorded songs that they want to release as an EP but like… I don't know if I can stand for the songs anymore?"

Stellan nodded and gave her a fatherly look.

"Don't lose yourself, either towards your team or the mother role. You can do it all, you can be whoever you like."

Aurora nodded a little and gave Bill a fast look.

"I want to do something new and like, leave some things behind. I feel different now and I want to embrace that."

"So do that. If someone doesn't want you to evolve you should leave them behind. Or if someone tries to push you in the wrong direction. You have all the resources to do everything you want, Aurora."

Aurora smiled at her father in law and looked down at Isadora sleeping in his arms. Bill just looked at her admiring but there was also a worry in his eyes.

×××

Bill, Aurora and Isadora slowly grew to a union the closest week. Aurora became more and more sure in her role as a mother while Bill also found his role. He had in some ways believed he knew everything about how to be a father and had tried to just apply that to life with Isadora and Aurora but it was different and sometimes he needed to take a step back and realize he didn't have all the answers. He saw himself as an engaged father with his oldest daughters but Aurora was the co-parenting much more obvious. She had work and commitments his ex didn't have and that made their parenting and dynamic really different. Bill had much more alone time with Isadora then he has had with his older girls and Aurora never distrusted him like his ex did. Just because his ex always had the girls more she had a belief she knew better and had the right to make decisions without him. Even if they had just been parents a couple of weeks, Bill noticed the difference fast. He needed to take more responsibility but also felt like a bigger part of Isadora's life.

Even more changed when Isadora started to become her own person. When she opened her eyes and looked at them she did it with furrowed brows and pouty lips. Aurora said it was Bill's deep thinking face, he thought it looked more like Aurora when she was pissed at him. The face seemed to have stuck to the girl's face and both the parents wondered what she thought about. They laughed a lot at the face and started to imagine they had got a bit of a diva daughter, it also made them fuss even more with her. Her highness, Isis, always needed more attention.

Bill sat with Isis in his arms, bottle feeding her while Aurora stood in the home studio recording some new material. It was just easier that they also could bottle feed her instead of Aurora needing to pause her work all the time. Bill sat next to Mathias by the mixer table, fiddling with an RnB beat while Isis ate greedily in his arms. Aurora had warned him some days before that Mathias would come, that he was the best in Stockholm to help her with her new sound so now he sat next to her ex but he actually didn't feel that much. It was him that had knocked up Aurora and now sat with their perfect kid in his arms.

He changed focus when he heard the door to the basement they were in open.

"We are here now!" Shouted his oldest daughter and made Isis release the bottle and look at her father shocked. She still had the same furrowed brows and Bill smiled at her amused.

"It's just your sister…" he whispered to her.

The shouting made Mathias stop the music and Bill gave Aurora a nod towards the stairs so she would know what was happening.

Bill and Aurora walked up the stairs with Isis, Mathias stayed to finish up but also because it probably would be a bit cringe if they all went up together.

Bill's daughters had sat down in the living room but they all sat on the edge of their seats, excited to meet their baby sister. They had seen pictures of her and it looked like she had already grown.

"Hey girls…" said Bill lowly when they walked into the living room together. Aurora smiled and gave his eight year old daughter a hug. She sat closest so it just came natural.

All three girls just looked at the little baby laying against their father's wide chest.

"Oh my god…!" Exclaimed his oldest with an adoring voice. "She really is super tiny!"

Bill smiled and sat down on the couch in the middle of his twelve year old daughter and the younger one. His oldest chose to lean over the armrest to look at Isadora.

"This is Isis…" Said Bill and laid her down on a pillow in his lap. The baby looked around confused with her usual expression. She didn't look impressed by her sisters at all.

"Isis?" Asked his middle daughter and looked between Bill and the baby. Isadora was dressed in a beige and white striped bodysuit and baby pink soft pants. Her eyes were darker than his other daughters and he knew they would be brown as her mother's with time.

"It's just a nickname," said Bill and smiled. He fixed Isadora's hair, even that was different from his other daughters. They had almost nothing as babies while Isadora has obvious dark hair that soon would cover her head.

"You already have given her a nickname?" Said his middle daughter disappointedly. "I want to call her Dora or Doris,” said his younger daughter. Bill smiled at her.

"That's also pretty."

Bill looked up at Aurora that sat relaxed in her arm chair and smiled at them. It was nice seeing them all together, it was also nice to know Isadora had siblings, even if she herself was sure she didn't want anymore kids.

Bill let his oldest sit in the other arm chair with Isadora in her arms, her sisters then moved to stand by her side, continuing to stare at Isadora who stared back with a skeptical look.

"She looks a bit…" said his oldest daughter and didn't dare to finish the sentences.

"The b-word?" Said Aurora and giggled.

"Yeah!" The teenager laughed and so did Aurora. Bill just smirked.

"But the cutest little b-word," said his oldest. His middle daughter obviously knew what word they meant and looked at them strangely.

"Why did grandpa get to meet her first?" She asked. She still sounded irritated and Bill gave Aurora a quick look. Obviously they still would have some problems with her. It was the age, they both thought.

"It felt good. You know, he is my father and important to both me and Aurora," said Bill matter of factly.

"Aren't we that?"

Her older sister sighed.

"Who the fuck cares? We are here now. Grandpa is the only one who has met her before us and he is old and calm and good with babies."

His oldest was irritated, something Isis must have noticed because she started to cry in her arms.

"Let me…" said Aurora with a low voice and took her baby girl carefully so she could comfort her against her chest.

"We don't need to talk to each other like that," Bill turned to his oldest daughter, "but it is true. Grandpa is great with kids and a good person to be the first to meet Isadora. She is a sensitive girl so you should act just as calmly as grandpa, okay?" He said to all of them and they nodded with low eyes.

"I've said this to you before but I'm saying it again so you remember. I love all four of you just as much but things will be different for Isadora than it is for you. Isadora is my and Aurora's baby so we together will sometimes decide things that me and your mother haven't decided for you. Like the room, this is my and Aurora's home. Aurora is the one who has decorated all the rooms here and she also decorated Isadora's nursery. I know her room is more lavish than your nurseries were and that's not because I favor her but because you have different mothers. But also, your rooms here is just as pretty as Isis', you know that when you think about it." Bill took a break and watched Aurora and Isadora. He wanted to see Aurora was cool with what he was saying and she smiled a little towards him.

"Isadora will also be with me all the time now. This is her only home so she will be here when you're not here and she will follow me and Aurora in our work, many times without you." He said calmly and leaned forward on the couch. He looked at his daughters with searching eyes and it was obvious none of them had thought about this. Their dad now had a child that would have the luxury to be with him much more than them.

"Ehh.. I'm going now?" Mathias stood in the door opening and pointed towards the door. Aurora gave him a bit of an excusing smile and stood up with Isadora. She followed him out in the hallway, both because it was a nice gesture but also to give Bill alone time with his three older daughters.

"But… Can't we live here too? All the time?" Said his youngest, confused and sat down in the armchair Aurora had been sitting in.

Bill smiled a bit sadly towards her.

"Your mom would be really sad then…"

She would have been mad as hell at him but he didn't say that.

His youngest nodded with lowered eyes.

"It's okay, dad. Like, things change?" Said his oldest. It was obvious she also had strong feelings about it all but chose to try to deal with them.

"Yeah, it was the same for me when grandpa married Megan, you know?"

He smiled towards his daughters but stopped his eyes at his middle daughter. She didn't say anything, stood just with a lowered head.

"Where is Isadora?" She asked after a while and looked up.

"She is with Aurora, maybe they walked up to the nursery?" He said a bit confused. He thought he would get a stronger reaction from her.

She walked up to the second floor while the others stayed a bit confused in the living room.

Aurora had said goodbye to Mathias and then walked up to the nursery. Isis had gotten cranky and she knew it was time for a diaper change. When Bill's middle daughter came up Aurora stood in front of the changing table talking softly to her daughter. She brushed her hair with a soft baby brush while the baby looked up at her mother with big eyes.

"Can I move in here? Like live here all the time?" Bill's daughter suddenly asked in the doorway and made Aurora jump. She laughed a bit at her own reaction but then looked at the girl with a crooked smile.

"I don't know… I mean, you complain a lot about the ferry ride to school already…" she tried. It was true, the fifteen minutes long ferry ride seemed to be fifteen hours if you listened to the girl.

"And think about your mother?"

"She has the other two…" the girl said and looked down at Isis. She dragged a finger over her smooth little tummy.

"You know I'm not the one to decide that…" said Aurora but she liked seeing how the girl’s eyes warmed by looking at her baby sister.

"Dad, listens to you… All the time. He doesn't listen to us like that. Not mom either."

"That's because I'm his wife. You know, we have decided that we are a team, when we got married."

The girl nodded and looked at Aurora a bit.

"It's because you're hot, right? Because you and dad… Do stuff?" The girl blushed but still looked directly at Aurora. Aurora didn't know what to say and laughed nervously. "It's okay. I get it… You can do that, I still want to live here."

Aurora started to dress Isis to have something else to do than talking with Bill's daughter. She didn't want to say it out loud too but she felt a bit offended by her comment, that she believed her father just was with her because of her looks and the sex.

"I think you should talk with your dad instead…"

×××

6 weeks later…

Bill looked at Aurora sitting in the bed with Isis. She laid in a baby nest in front of her while Aurora played with a necklace over her. The girl liked to stare at it while it moved side to side. As the princess she was she just wanted to look at Aurora's diamond necklaces, the time Bill had tried with his simple neck chain she had yawned and closed her eyes. They laughed often at her by such things.

Both the parents thought she was an unusually cute baby, with big brown eyes and pouty lips. She was small and now had wild brown hair. Aurora often tried to put a bow in but the hair was too soft for the bow to stay there. But it seemed like many agreed with them. Aurora's mom had become crazy about her and laughed until she cried from seeing the girl smile, it was because of gas in her belly but they pretend like it was real smiles. Bill's family showered her in attention because she was the only baby in the family and also because she acted like a little diva. That was also her nickname in the family. Even Bill's ex had stopped her usual ways and gave the baby a big smile. But the one who seemed to be most charmed by Isadora was her sisters. They didn't want to do anything else than be with the baby when they were there, so much that both of the parents could feel it was a bit much. Even if the girls were there they wanted some alone time with their little baby, especially Aurora who just wanted to be able to sit in the nursery and breast feed without having someone lean over the armrest. They thought about talking to them but then they had bigger problems. His middle daughter started to come even the weeks she should live at her mother's place. They couldn't say so much about it because Bill was her dad and he wanted them to always feel welcomed but it became so much she disturbed them in their work, time with friends and also their love life. Bill and Aurora hadn't slept with each other since the birth and Bill really wanted to create some romance so he could seduce her but instead he was forced to set the table for three people and hide away the sensual gifts he wanted to give his wife. It didn't work and they were forced to set up some rules. She couldn't come to them unannounced anymore.

×××

"So like, you can just be there every other week?" The thirteen year old Algot said to his girlfriend, Bill Skarsgård's twelve year old daughter. They sat on swings on the schoolyard after most people had gone home, even if it was in the beginning of snowy december.

"Yeah, sort of. Aurora has work and blablabla… I haven't seen Isis for four days. Like, she is my sister. I should be able to see her whenever I want."

"Totally. Sounds fucked up. I thought it was your home too?"

"It is! But I don't know…"

"I read that Aurora likes to be naked a lot. Maybe it's because of that?"

Bill's daughter gave him a look with furrowed brows.

"Where did you read that?"

He shrugged his shoulders and looked out in the air. She was annoyed at him quite often because he always made everything about sex, Aurora's looks and even how her dad looked.

"But you have the code to the door, right?" Said Algot and stood up on the swing.

"Yeah."

"Then it's just for us to go there? Like, you can sneak in and then you can take her when they don't see?"

She gave Algot a look. She first thought it was the most stupid idea but then she looked down at her phone and saw the picture of Isis with her cute white hat with a big pink bow on. She really looked like a princess baby. She thought about the smell of the baby and her soft skin and felt a rush of sisterly love in her body. She needed to be with her now, now, now.

×××

Bill stood in the kitchen against the counter drinking a well needed cup of coffee. He had just come out from the shower after a heavy work out session and after that taking care of Isis. She now slept in her bed and he had some time for himself. He just felt the need to stand there a while, look out over the ice covered ocean and listen to his music. His depressing, bluesy music. It was nice with the alone time but ten minutes of that he was happy seeing Aurora coming into the kitchen. She was dressed in her workout clothes and had her hair in a high ponytail. She smiled big at him and opened the fridge in search of a bottle of water. Bill always forgot to buy that because he always drank from the tap but she wanted it that way. He looked at her ass shamelessly while she bent down and once again thought about sex. He would cook lamb that night and he had a massage oil in the night stand drawer.

"It was nice to do a workout today," she giggled while opening the bottle. She leaned against the counter next to him and he looked down at her with a smirk.

"Good you start to feel like you're on your way back."

Aurora nodded with a smile and pulled up his shirt to look at his stomach. He had become softer under the pregnancy but now she could see abs again.

"Working out four times a week is good for you too," she said teasingly and he bent down to kiss her.

"Sorry for interrupting. But Bill, should we look at the schedule?" Said their trainer in the doorway. They often arranged it like that, that the trainer came out to the island and had sessions with them both.

"Sure." Bill smiled at Aurora a bit disappointed and she made a shoulder shrug with a playful face.

"I'm going into the shower," she said and then said goodbye to the trainer. When she disappeared Bill realized that both he and the trainer had looked at her intensely while she walked out from the kitchen.

"I shouldn't say this but… Wow… I mean, she is strong after the pregnancy," said the trainer and Bill nodded a little.

"Do you want coffee?" He asked and fixed his gray sweatpants with a nonchalant face.

They sat down by the kitchen table and tried to create a schedule for Bill, prepare him for his next movie role but then Aurora walked by the doorway in a towel the both of them looked up at her.

"You're lucky, you know," said the trainer with a smirk. Bill gave him a questioning look even if he kinda knew what he meant.

"She asked me some stuff… I should really not tell you this but, I think you want to know."

Bill gave him the same expression without saying anything. He felt it was better to not be the one that asked.

"She asked me about the pelvis workout…" the trainer got red ears but still smirked at Bill. "She wondered if I knew anything more than her midwife had told her…"

Bill dragged a hand over his mouth. He didn't know if he actually wanted to know this. Obviously she had thought it would stay with the trainer but the trainer had worked out with Bill for a long time and in some ways they were friends.

"I recommended kegel balls but she already had that she said…"

Now it was Bill's turn to feel the heat in his ears. Why did she tell a trainer this?

"And like…" the trainer laughed uncomfortably but smirked amused.

"She said she has had problems… like "being on top" so we did some exercises to train the inside of her thighs…"

The trainer looked at Bill with a liking face.

"Sorry but, it's some girl you have found there. Just training that pussy for you. Doesn't she have a song that goes something like that?"

Bill bit his jaws together. He liked his trainer. He has had him for many years but this was just too much. But could he ever escape that everyone sexualized his wife? She had songs where she sang about sex in a quite explicit way, everywhere it was pictures of her in just thongs and see through clothes. She was a sex symbol while he saw her as his wife and mother to his child. Of course he understood why men looked at her the way they did, he had looked at her the same way but now she was much more than that and he was really tired of people who couldn't respect that.

"Bill?" Said the trainer when Bill had got stuck in his own head.

"I really didn't need to hear this…" said Bill without looking up from his cup. He held it in a vice grip.

"Oh, shit I'm sorry? Fuck, yeah. I'm stupid. It's not like I want her any harm, I just thought you wanted to know?"

"No. I just feel like you're disrespecting my wife. She has just had a child, can you please stop talking about her like that?" Bill was upset but kept himself calm. The trainer nodded a little and then tried to continue with the schedule but it was too late. No one of them could relax and the trainer left abruptly.

Bill put in the mugs in the dishwasher but got caught in watching the ice again. Sometimes he wondered if he was fit having such a woman as Aurora. Maybe he was just too overprotective but at the same breathe he could also see that many girls like Aurora also were together with real jerks that treated them just like all other men did. While thinking he felt Aurora's arms creep around him from behind and he turned around and smiled at her. She was free from makeup and her long hair laid wild over her shoulders. She had on a pink tight lounge set that showed off her curves. No one could see she had a child eight weeks ago. After having kissed her he took her in his arms and slowly started to slow dance to the music that was on. He looked at her face and breathed out deeply.

"You know that you're perfect right? That you are always perfect to me?" He said softly. Aurora giggled a little and looked away embarrassed.

"You're always perfect to me. And you're so amazing. Sweet, smart and warm. Kind hearted, sensible and so charismatic," he continued.

Aurora shook her head embarrassed and dragged her hands over his shoulders.

"You're everything to me." He said and lifted her up so he could dance with her in his arms.

"You're too good to me. I love you forever and… Until I'm so fucking dead," she said with a giggle and Bill smirked. They kissed sensually while the music continued to play.

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It was cold and snowy so when Bill's daughter scanned her finger print to her father's home her hand shook. Algot smirked at her when the door unlocked and she smiled back playfully. It was exciting, both of them thought it. They walked into the house and could just hear soft music from the kitchen, otherwise it was silent, like no one was home. Both kids took off their outerwear and then Bill's twelve year old daughter tiptoed to the stairs. She looked around a bit worried and saw then her dad and his wife slow dance and kiss. She thought it was actually quite sweet and stopped a moment to watch them but then continued up to her baby sister.

Algot stayed behind and looked around curiously, taking the moment to look at the pictures and the art but then he also saw Bill and Aurora. Now they made out feverishly and Aurora sat on the kitchen table. Algot looked at them with big eyes and walked closer and hid behind the doorway. He continued to watch when Bill pulled off his t-shirt and how garment after garment of Aurora's landed on the floor. Algot watched her naked body with an open mouth when she stretched out over the table.

"I know you aren't ready but… Let me just eat this little pussy…"

Bill kissed her belly down to her sex and it made her curve her back and lean her head back but something didn't feel completely right so she opened her eyes. It was then she saw a face. Someone watching them with big eyes in the doorway. Aurora screamed loudly right out in the air.

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[luverofralts]

Arkhelios Adventures

"It's nice to actually see you in Arkhelios. You're always off at school when I come by."

Melvin Jr Hydes smiled at Theo. It really was nice to see the Bellamy child closest to his own age. Melvin was going to college in a few weeks, so he wasn't sure when the next time he'd see Theo would be. Arkhelios certainly talked about Theo often, and Melvin couldn't resist seeing the infamous demon hybrid for himself.

Of course, Theo had come home with his boyfriend, Adam, who never seemed to be far from his side, as well as Adam's cousin Eero. The three of them joked about magic and Pleasantview and demons, all things that Melvin knew very little about but was interested in learning more about. Soon, he'd be leaving for adventures of his own in the world beyond Arkhelios.

"You're lucky that you get to go to school in Pleasantview," Eero grumbled. "Aunt Edana says we can't transfer from the Arkhelios coven's 'classes' until next year. We're 'helping her keep an eye on them' or something."

"Well, you are," Adam insisted. "She always has a plan for everything. You're there for a reason."

"And that reason is because she can't stand looking at us," Eero shot back. "We're practically the same age, Adam. She raised you and your sister and half-siblings, but when she was given custody of me and Despina, we were the ones who were raised by the coven, not you."

"She was young and just lost your dad," Adam protested. "How many kids could you raise by yourself? It's not like she abandoned you. She's paid for everything you and Despina need and you guys were always at the house."

"Geez, you're overly defensive. She's your mom, not your girlfriend."

"You wouldn't know what having a mom is like, considering yours died in a cult that was trying to sacrifice you to the Grim Reaper!" Adam snapped, only to regret his words when he saw the look on his cousin's face. "Shit, I'm sorry, Eero. That was uncalled for. I don't know why i said that. My mom did the best she could for you guys, that's all I meant."

"So, the kids are behaving, Theo hasn't said anything snarky since he got home, and dinner was great. I think we should celebrate."

Abe took his husband in his arms, swaying to the music of the stereo that the teens were blasting to muffle their conversations.

"I agree," Abe murmured, spinning his husband around when the song sped up. "Things may finally be settling down. At this rate, we may be able to go on a date if we wanted. Imagine leaving the house for something other than groceries, work and pediatric check ups. It's unthinkable."

"That sounds wonderful," Roman agreed, nuzzling into Abe's shoulder. "A real date, for grown-ups only. A bar maybe. It's been ages since I've been drunk in public, staggering my way back home."

"You're only twenty-nine once. You have to live a little before you hit thirty."

"Oh, trust me, I've lived plenty," Roman laughed. "Having a kid at sixteen and murderous mother will do that to you. I'm so glad that you're still here beside me after all these years."

"Me too."

"So, uh, Melvin. What are you taking in college?" Adam asked, awkwardly changing the subject.

Melvin shrugged.

"My dad wants me to take police foundations and follow the family business," he replied. "I'm not so sure that that's for me though. I'll see what I like when I get there. I applied for philosophy. Whatever I end up studying, I'm sure it will be something that I'm just as passionate about as he is policing."

"Hey, the kids are asleep, and Theo seems to be pretty distracted with his friends. I might, uh, retire to the bedroom for a bit, if you wanted to come with me," Roman offered, kissing his husband passionately.

Abe smiled against Roman's lips and nodded.

"That sounds like a great idea."

[foster-the-world]

Aw, man

Last night the district wide school board meeting turned into a debate about Israel. With some claiming the DOE is not doing "enough." Apparently enough means they haven't yet written a email condemning the kidnappings in Israel? With claims they would have already sent a letter if it was black people. I guess the district is waiting on a legal team to approve language. So it should go out today or tmrw. Not good enough for these people. I don't get it. The DOE did send a letter condemning racism and it doesn't do shit to protect my kids. We are still in the most segregated school system in the nation. I am 100% confident the man claiming they "would have already done it if it was black people." made sure his children were in the majority white schools. The anti-racism letter didn't change his desire to segregate his children so why would a anti-semitism letter help jewish students? Writing a letter condemning the kidnappings in Israel is not going to protect my kids one bit nor help the children who were kidnapped. Our district has migrant children pouring in every single week. Let's talk about how we can support them. Letter or no letter I do not care.

I left that meeting to go to our schools PTA meeting. We did spend a good amount of time talking about how we can help the new migrant children who started at our school last week. Apparently 1000 more children entered the district on Friday - set to start next week. My 2nd graders class got three more students last week. Rebel's 1st grade class got two more students. We've been working on our Spanish at home and making sure the girls include them. I'm so glad we are at a school where we teach the kids to welcome their new friends. I have no doubt the uniform, clothing, coat drive will be fully funded - even though we have a school full of low income parents who aren't exactly rolling in the dough.

This morning I'm talking to the Principal about the clothing/Halloween costume drive when she gets a text message and looks horrified. Apparently a lower grade kid told their teacher they can't be around them because they are Jewish and their Mom told them Jewish people are dangerous. So fucked up. Poor baby being taught that hate and poor teacher having to hear it from a student she pours her hard work into.

I'm not really worried about my girls hearing shitty things. As mentioned they are tough and can handle themselves. The toughness does mean they can be jerks but also means they wouldn't hesitate to fight back if someone says shit like that to them. People have said other shitty things to them and they returned with the 6yo version of "go fuck yourself" and were indignant more then hurt. *Obviously they didn't use the f word. They have a solid group of friends in their class who would know to defend them. Although we are going to have a talk about what to say if someone talks negatively about Juduism or if they hear someone say anything racist/prejudice/etc to themselves or any of their friends. We've had the general talk before but probably need to be more specific on the Jewish side of things. Every year my husband and I bring Hanukkah celebration stuff to their class. Everyone is always very receptive. Last year Bee's teacher was Jewish. They've generally had at least one jewish family in their class - although that dwindles in the older grades. We live two doors down from the JCC - so they go to classes there so do get to spend time around Jewish children regardless. This semester they are taking an art class there and we go to the shabbat dinners sometime.

Bee has a Ukrainian girl in her class - well her grandparents are from Ukraine. So Bee came home last year talking about how people are murdering babies "as soon as they come out" in the Ukrainian war. Now this year her little friend is from Israel - so she comes home with more horror stories he hears from home and interprets into six year old language. The world we are giving our children is not okay.

[hanako-san]

Hanako kun killed Tsukasa, but it was ruled a suicide for both of them, so we can't be sure if the parents also died voluntarily after finding the twins dead. They could be already dead or the mother could have gone crazy and decided to commit family suicide by killing her husband and then decided to kill the twins when they got home, failing to kill both of them and accidentally dying, or Tsukasa trying to protect Amane killed her, thus showing your true power. Can you tell me your theory?

Anon-san, it's going to be a lot of chaos, but I hope I can explain it well.

Tsukasa confirmed in Chapter 91 that after Amane's murder, he committed suicide. At least that's what we know so far. I used to think like you, but now I have a different point of view and I'm not sure about anything. Only the matter is more complex and complicated in my opinion. One thing hasn't changed, Anon, is that I have a feeling that the Minamoto family may have had something to do with this tragedy, and I'm thinking about it even before revealing the Minamoto's dirty deeds.

I'm still considering this option. As for Yugi's family itself. I would consider the mother and Tsukasa's relationship. She knew something was wrong with her son, I suspect she was the first to guess, but she didn't get help. After getting no help, the mother pretended she didn't know anything? She pushed Tsukasa away? What were the relations between them? Have they cooled down? How their family suffered? Amane, I also find it odd that he was fixing that clock. Why did he want to control time? for yashiro? although this seems unlikely to me as it is shown that he didn't remember her when she jumped in time, Does it have to do with Tsukasa personally and what was he supposed to choose Amane "You can't have two. Decide" Is it about him and her? Why can't he have them both then. I'd like to be wrong that it was about yashiro. But Tsukasa's last action leaves me in no doubt that it could be. But Amane's reaction in chapter 101 at the beginning shows that there may be more to it. Amane killed Tsukasa and himself, decided to be lost with him, accepted his suffering and redemption and at first he said that he had a really special reason and maybe he learned something? Tsukasa is the most important person in Amane's life, so I believe that killing him would really be for a special reason. Beating him for a short time must have made him think of murder. What must happen that the boy who got a second chance from his brother decided to end it when he wanted to live? This is weird and it must be about something important, really important! Therefore, I am able to agree with the opening words of Amane.

"Very special reason " Exactly!! Even the reaction on his face, his piercing eyes and sweat show that he was forced to do it and is saw on both Amane as Amane and Amane as Hanako. I think his motivation is similar to what happened to Aoi. Amane agreed to this to save yahsiro's life. I think it was kind of the other way around here, Amane wanted to protect Tsukasa and still does, protecting him like his yorishiros and out of love, but it really would have to be a really serious and special reason to go that far, but as Amane has shown, he's willing to do it for the people he loves. So I believe Amane was forced to take his little brother's life for a very special reason. Amane must have also seen about his brother's connection to the supernatural world. I think so, and repairing this clock is a clue to that for me. if what happened in that house, there were actually '4 people' there, I suspect it's possible that Amane killed Tsuaksa at school, and if at home the newspaper lied and I wouldn't consider it because they were talking about 'suicide' and Tsuaksa was killed. It's possible that the parents killed each other after what happened to their children. I don't rule it out in any way, but I think there were more reasons for it After the sacrifice, Tsukasa talked about the family that is still in this house, I doubt he would talk about his family since he was really surprised that Amane would kill him at the age of 13 and that's why he decided to come back and misses his brother despite everything and that 'they' won't let him go out. Who are 'they' and what really made wishes come true? This power is related to twins. This power comes from God? I don't think God hunted the house where the twins lived and where Tsukasa was imprisoned and which power the twins possess. I believe Amane calls it God because Tsukasa once told him that 'god'' living in his house, but it could actually be something evil and powerful that Tsukasa has in his body and Amane did that thing with it. And if it's really God, what deal did they make? Amane is for following the rules, Tsukasa for breaking them. Even Teru said that the 7 mysteries in the school are very special. The ground is cursed where the school stands, maybe the mysteries have something to stop something bad? Instead of sacrificing the girls, a system was created that was divided between the supernaturals and they share the care of what shouldn't get out or something. I find it strange that the power that the twins have with the thing that lives in the red house. It is possible that the power was taken and divided to weaken the evil that was there.

Parents… They could kill not necessarily together, but separately, for reasons of losing their beloved sons, and something more. It's possible the twins' parents are still at home. It's possible they may have gone insane too. They are Yugi's family, it's possible that they were so close that they couldn't live without each other. I suspect that the parents did not cross to the other side until their last journey, and in the red house, despite the passing years, the soul does not disappear.

Father of twins or someone else? The house has always been cursed, and it's possible that something has contributed to this family's tragedy as well. It's possible that this family was the first victim of this thing that's been living in this house for years. Tsukasa was years later the first victim to sacrifice for his brother. In every era, someone has to sacrifice themselves and give their lives, whether for the sake of the inhabitants or for the person they love. I truly believe that it wasn't just love that was the cause of this family's suicide and murder, but something much more sinister and dark. Maybe because the father killed himself, and then the mother, unable to bear the fact that she had lost her beloved family, or as I said earlier, went crazy for some reason, not just because of the twins. I also believe that the twins were the main reason the parents decided to commit suicide. It seems to me that despite everything that my mother suspected about Tsukasa and it is not known what their relationship with Tsukasa was after and whether it affected the family, I believe that they still loved each other very much.

There are so few threads on this issue, and so many possibilities for what could have happened. Personally, I'm curious and I'm waiting for AidaIro to reveal it. I hope you understood anyway Anon, my choas on this matter that I have. I also wanted to include the twins because I believe they are the core of this case, and I believe that Tsukasa's murder and Amane's suicide weren't 'just like that'

Edit: I forgot regaining true strength suits Tsukasa, not Amane. It's Tsukasa who has it, it's Tsukasa who was able to kill number 3 on his boundary, it's Tsukasa who is able to move when time is stop. I I would doubt Grandma Minamoto's words I did I don't trust this family. They're so fake and has dirty deeds and teru is the same like them.

[rosies-emporium]

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[MOD TALK] Time to begin those Rosie headcanon lore drops! So excited to slowly explore her story and descent into remorseless cannibalism as it unfolded in my head haha <3 Enjoy, be mindful of the tws + of this all being mostly headcanon, and send 💔 if you wanna hear about the next one in the line!

tw: cannibalism, blunt force murder, domestic violence mentions, miscarriage mention, period-typical misogyny, alcohol mentions

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𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓮

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You know, I wasn't born into high society. If I have anyone to thank for the life I was lucky to lead back in human world, it'd be my dear late father. He worked his fingers to the bone to gift me those opportunities, manners, and the proper education, that he did. And like all hard work with a goal, it paid off. Throughout the years, our shop saw many well-heeled patrons. And when one of them invited me to an upcoming ball, I was more than ready. I met my first husband at that ball and trust me, at the time it felt much like a fairytale! He wasn't even that old, only 'bout seven or eight years my senior, and from a well-respected line. Tall, gruff, no-nonsense, scowlin' type. No love at the first sight with this one, but you can't blame a girl for settling when it came with oh so many perks... We married, of course, and fast. For a while, it wasn't even quite so bad to live alongside him. Sure, he could stand to devote some more time and attention to his wife than to his beloved investments, but for the most part, I was left to my own devices. If anything, I enjoyed the independence when he was out 'n' about throughout days and evenings. Started thinking about children, too. Why, my father was aging fast, and began talkin' more and more about how he'd love to meet his grandkids still...

Sometimes I still wonder if it was only his stocks tanking or also my first unfruitful condition of expecting that changed my husband into this distasteful despot he's become. Oh, naturally, it was the bottle too, he started reaching for it far too easily. And trying to suppress me. Suddenly all my advice was nagging, and my vigor was exasperating. Can you imagine? It bugged me enough already, but divorce, you know it, wasn't really on the table. I'd rather not end up like poor Emma, gossiped and scorned by everybody. So I grit my teeth and persevered. And oh, could I put on a cheerful act! Among our neighbors, no one even suspected that we could be having any trouble...

Until the day he first raised his hand at me.

Say you were in my shoes, would you just take it? I didn't. I couldn't. One's first time is rarely premeditated. It's only with time that you learn to plan and execute. Practice makes perfect, and back then? I didn't just have any practice yet.

Our fireplace poker was heavy duty and too close to my reach. It only took a second to grab it. Twenty hits until he stopped moving took me only as long as I needed for the tears to cease their flowing.

It's amusing in retrospect. I was such a scared, unseasoned lamb back then! I stood there over his body in a pool of blood, and my hands wouldn't stop shaking. I felt so much, you know. Fear, mainly. Of consequences, of being found out, of myself and what I've done. But even back then... nowhere among those feelings was regret.

I knew I had to get rid of the body. Hiding it wasn't an option, the house would surely have been searched, and going outside with large bags would draw attention. It was pragmatic, really. Did you know that's how most cannibals start? You'd think it's the curiosity, but not really, not in most of cases. Most often it's the hunger... having nothing else to eat. Or, simply, as it was for me... the idea comes up as a method of disposing of evidence.

So I cooked him up. As the stew bubbled, it smelled nice, but oh, he tasted horrible; must've been this booze filling every crevice of his meat. Still, having a bite was... satisfying. Like a moment of victory, a symbolic thing. I fed the rest of him to dogs. Before his disappearance has been noted, there was nothing more to find.

When some time has passed, and his 'missing person' status got changed to a 'likely dead' one, playing a widow in despair wasn't much more toilsome than playing a happy wife had been...

Can you even blame me?

[dullahandyke]

final part of trial 4 liveblog ^_^ finished it tonight yay. ill probs start on case 5 tomorrow but i wont finish it before going back to college 4 the week

ok took another break now we're back! not that it makes a difference to you cunts lol

i do enjoy how the text scrawl sfx are basically the same as ever. so cahrming

also enjoying the polyphony of the music again... mfw melodies

i can also vividly imagine patricia beat's instagram and it's horrific. homemeade meals for her hubby and god bless our boys in blye

ok new theory, stabing did happen on garrideb side of the road, green picked up a brning book and the knife fell on her

NOT PAT PULLING THE MISOGYNY CARD

'there's no one straighter than my husband' that wasn't being disputed, patsy

... the judge says 'good golly'? surely it's 'goodness gracious', golly is So fuckin american

i keep waiting for roly to have a breakdown sprite and he never does. cross between dissatisfying and novel

ah there he goes

WE'RE LETTING ROLY GET AWAY WITH THIS???? nah fuck that i hate cops and i hate romance and i hate cops x2

god i wish we weren't dealing w joan garrideb. the fat jokes r lethal. bring back plum kitaki if u needed a fat lady capable of murder. i miss the kitakis

can we get john a chair or something???

i understand why, but the lack of period-typical misogyny is v glaring. i feel ike something could have been done w joan's husband taking the stand with her + having him be seen as the reliable man. wouldn't have said anything but they made patsy play the misogyny card earlier in a way u were supposed to think ridiculous when this is what, mary poppins time? sufragette movement hasn't resolved (or maybe even started) idk mary poppins is my sole reference for british history

hate to agree w bvz but 'hell on earth' is right

the mythical invention of fingerprints... fingerprints are the fingerpints of the fingers <3

... is the ass of garrideb's housecoat burned off???? srsly can we get him a chair

olive green is a lesser known waifu she's cute

not garrideb calling his wife old bean :sob:

omg natsume hi it's been a minute

if u gave natsume a tumblr i think he'd thrive. one third mediaposting one third 'guys i'm scared' one third public breakdown and one thrid poetry. he's so good at tumblring that he unlocks another third

amazed by the fact that we've not had any multi-day trials yet. i see what ppl say abt the pacing

SHOLMES!!!

don't guilt natsume for running, sholmes, cant u see hes the most ancious man in thr world?

YES SUSATO PROTECT HIM... no cops at pride just susato and her tosses

wait hold on i just remembered that shamspeare showed up this case. why tf did shamspeare show up

'what it lacks in windows, it more than makes up for with a floor, a ceiling, AND walls' natsume...

wait the evil spirit that suffocates him in his sleep is the cat innit

finished this case on its canon date! pog

sholmes without the coat... he's practically shirtless

IRIIIIIIIS HI AGAIN!!!! :3

loved it when ryuu said 'cant wait to see what The Great Ace Attorney Adventures are awaiting us;

if sholmes were a butch lesbian i would be bewitched body and soul

listening to the music section n the alternative mesage displays r rlly cool. the unused themes also . susatos unused theme fucks

also i feel the need to point out that the ace attorney sfx head is named 'sando'. ace attorney name

istg asougi's va is familiar... future me go look it up

^ ETA HES FUCKING NOZAKI ? FROM HIT ANIME GEKKOU SHOUJO NOZAKI KUN? my god. autism handshake between nozaki and asougi

now i'm in the gallery... sholmes's crest represents him (gear) protecting iris (flower)? wahhhhhhh

the way nuri describes asougi's hachimaki like 'the winds of change are sure to be blowing whereever he is' compared to how foggy and unmoving the london air is... game 2 moment

[inmaki]

i totally get you,,, it's just a personal thing for me,,, i guess i can never excuse murder unless it's a special case. i know this is a fictional world and he's fictional and all but, i guess it ultimately had me wondering if i was in it or if he was here. if all of the people i care about were non-sorcerers, i REALLY wouldn't want them, you know, dead. i guess that had been the dealbreaker for me...? idk, i still love him and i mourn the person he could've grown to be had the circumstances been different.

i agree with all the points you made, though!! he's been nothing but kind, and not to be accusatory but, his 2 closest friends also never really checked up on the guy and if i had to go through something like that myself i would go crazy too,,, just not to the extreme, even if he believed that what he was doing would lead to a more ideal world. all in all, he's a complex character, and it's nice to talk about it. he's one of my faves, and for more reasons than just him being really attractive (men with medium/long dark hair and have it tied up in some way make me very weak.)

i'm sorry if i'm rambling!!! jjk has grown to be one of my biggest hyperfixations and i feel like i could talk about it for hours,,, and everytime i talk with you you always make me feel welcome,,, i hope you don't mind, haha. i appreciate the ears, zuma, always. thank you <3

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YEA I TOTALLY GET U DWDW!!! i wish gege went into more detail on his story and just.. their whole yourh in general bc i genuinely dont believe gojo and shoko both didnt notice anything abt him changing?!?! not even yaga I DUNNO 😞 it hurts so bad thinking abt it AAAAGHHH he had so many ppl around him but felt so alone ehjdsiavbd

AND THE ‘men with medium/long hair having it tied up in some way’ IS SO FUCKINF REAL like when its down? mehhhh ok BUT WHEN SUGU HAS IT IN THAT HALF UP OR A BUN GODDDDDD!!!!!1!!

i will continue to remind u that ur never not allowed to ramble w me melon <33 I love hearing what u have to say u always have such good opinions on the jjkverse,, do u have any other topics you wanna discuss :00 ive personally been getting mad abt the fact that everyones fav husband nanami had to die while somehow meimei survived!!!!!!!!?? like no!! why did gege decide yes this is a good idea!!!!! i get sad whenever i remember hes gone but that creepy ass lady survived IT HURTS. 😞

[flowerandblood]

The Lost Haven (9/16)

[ modern mafia • Aemond x niece • female ]

[ warnings: incest obviously, sex scene with Alys from the past, smut, the angst, description of a drug overdose, murder by shot in the head, violence, uncomfortable conversations, bad, bad things ]

[ description: The vacation from eight years ago still haunts his memories and doesn't let him forget what happened between him and his niece, the daughter of his sister and Harwin Strong. Their paths separate and he immerses himself in his father's mafia world until the day she calls him for the first time since those events. Sexual tension, dark, dangerous, withdrawn, thirsty Aemond. ]

Author’s note: As promised, this is another, this time official modern version of The Fall from the Heavens. In this version, Daemon is not related to the family, but is simply Rhaenyra's husband and the leader of the second gang, Alys and Larys are also not related to each other, but Larys is Harwin's brother. I will partly refer to the original series, hiding some easter eggs, and some will be a completely new, fresh plot. As in every universe, only Aemond calls her Rhaenys and this is not her real name (she is unnamed character and the others also do not know that he calls her that). There will be a lot more brutality and angst in this version, so watch out. You can read this as a standalone story.

Series & Characters Moodboard Aemond & Rhaenys Moodboard

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Next chapters: Masterlist

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After everything that had happened, according to his suspicions, all hell broke loose: Daemon's anger over the fact that they had dared to kidnap and imprison his daughter was great. Helaena, Daeron and his mother stayed in the house almost all the time under the supervision of their bodyguards, so that the unpleasant consequences of what was happening would not reach them.

Daemon's gangsters tried to forcibly take over what was rightfully theirs: brothels, clubs, restaurants, however, they were met with resistance, as they had no intention of moving from their place and giving them anything.

The comical thing was that, although the law was on his side, Daemon could not use the help of the police: their discovery of how widespread the money laundering and drug smuggling was would have given them all life imprisonment, and the premises would have been seized by the State for as long as the prosecution considered it good for the case.

For the first time in years there were real shootings and on several occasions, had it not been for his reflexes, a bullet would have pierced his arm or leg when he was just walking to the car park or leaving the club.

Despite what common sense would dictate, he didn't feel terrified: on the contrary, some part of him wanted a challenge, a release, anything that would make him stop thinking about what he had done to her.

He couldn't forgive himself for showing her weakness, for crying in her presence like a small child, for begging her forgiveness only to find after a while that he missed her, that he had suffered through their separation and the fact that he had lost her.

One part of him wanted to forget her but the other ached to prove to her that in some fucked up way he could change.

To become a different kind of monster, one that wouldn't devour her, but protect her.

He planned what he wanted to do with meticulous care, as if he were going off to war. He knew that Larys Strong was preoccupied with what was going on, thinking they were focused on Daemon, he meanwhile was lavelling between them, trying to pick up customers from both sides.

He was like a disgusting snake whose head he wanted to trample on, but mostly because he dared to threaten her.

He wanted to make sure that this piece of shit would disappear from the face of the earth.

He initiated the only person in his industry he trusted, namely Alys, into his plan.

"Why?" She asked, smoking a cigarette with him by the wide-open window in her flat, sitting in her smart black shirt and trousers, her luscious green irises staring at him anxiously, letting out a mouthful of smoke.

He took a drag, looking blankly out of the window, at the townhouse across the street, seeing her face then as she lay numb in the toilet, and then as she lay in his bed, after he gave her the sleeping drug himself.

He pressed his lips together at the thought, feeling an unpleasant constriction in his chest indicating that he was remorseful.

"He was the one who gave my niece the rape pill." He sighed, tilting his head back, spreading himself more comfortably in the chair with a loud creak of wood.

Alys stared at him in silence for a long time, her cigarette slowly burning out between her fingers.

"I met her. Your niece. A few weeks ago in the Red Sun pub." She hummed, taking another drag, not taking her eyes off him.

He knew she had noticed that something flashed across his face at the mention of her – involuntarily he turned his head away and swallowed hard, clenching his free hand into a fist.

Alys chuckled under her breath, blowing smoke out of her mouth straight at him as she spoke her next words.

"Daemon showed her what you did to Robert."

He stared ahead, fiddling with the packet of cigarettes lying on the table in front of him, feeling his heart in his throat.

So that's how she found out, he thought with regret.

"How did she react?" He asked involuntarily.

"The poor girl was in shock. Her uncle turned out to be less understanding than she might have thought." She muttered, leaning forward, resting her body weight on her elbows.

He couldn't look at her, afraid she would see what he so desperately wanted to hide from her.

"Was that her name that you accidentally blurted out then?" She asked, making him feel an unpleasant squeeze in his throat and a burning wetness under his eyelids.

The prove that she was right.

The nights with Alys had been simple: they'd taken care of business and then fucked. They knew they were both broken: what they were doing had warped and deformed them as individuals, and by giving each other intimacy they were simultaneously comforting each other in their misery.

"– fuck –" He breathed out, tilting his head back, his hands clenched in her hair so tightly that he heard her hiss from between his thighs. Her nails dug warningly into his hip, signalling him not to overdo it.

He couldn't believe how good she was at sucking cock, with what ease her tongue rolled around it's delicate, pink head while clamping her lips so that she squeezed it with each of his thrusts deep into her warm throat.

He was aroused by her directness, by the fact that she only wanted to satisfy and be satisfied, exactly as he did.

"– stop – 'm close –" He exhaled as he felt his erection begin to throb vigorously and twitch deep inside her mouth, causing her to let him out with a loud, perverted click of her saliva.

His manhood was all red and pulsing, glistening from his precum and her wetness, pleasant warmth in his belly.

Alys wasted no time in pulling her black lace panties off her legs, allowing him to turn her onto her stomach as usual. He positioned himself between her thighs, spreading her soft, full buttocks like a fruit, sinking into her warmth with a loud sigh of relief.

Only then, when he couldn't see her face, he was able to close his eyes and sink into his most sickening, dark fantasy.

As he slid slowly into her, in his imagination he could see the terrified, hot look in her eyes, her sweet lips wide open, her soft, fleshy cunt clenched around his swollen erection, throbbing with longing, making him run out of breath, her hands simultaneously pushing him away and holding him close.

"– Aemond – no, no, we can't – we can't –" His niece mewled in his mind, whimpering softly and innocently, afraid that someone would hear them, that her brothers would find out what he was doing to her, how greedily he was opening her slick walls on his fat cock again and again, unable to stop.

"– oh baby –" He mumbled.

He heard another sound too, a lower one – Alys moaned feeling him involuntarily quicken his pace, thrusting deep between her leaking, convulsing folds. Frustrated, he clamped his hand in her hair, pressing her face harder against the duvet, not wanting to hear her now.

He had never kissed Alys or any other woman. When they tried to do this, he felt only disgust and turned his head away – the act seemed to him too tender, too intimate, and on top of that, it reminded him of her, the taste of her lips, her warm breath on his face, her sweet scent.

For this reason, too, he never stayed up all night or went to sleep with the women he fucked: their arms, their embrace was not the one he longed for, their words, their skin, their fingers, their faces, their hair, everything was different, different, different, foreign, distant, repulsive.

Alys knew.

She felt it subconsciously.

"– are you thinking about her now? – " She breathed out, making him involuntarily bite his lower lip and groan throatily, his hips began to slam against her ass faster and faster, bringing him closer with each thrust to fulfilment deep inside her.

She didn't know her identity, but she knew she existed and that he wasn't able to forget about her.

"– would you like her to be so fucking wet for you? – to take you in so easily? – for her little pussy to clench around your cock? – to come inside her? –" She exhaled, and he groaned, imagining that she wanted it, that she craved his cum deep inside her pretty, innocent body, slamming between his niece's thighs like a mad.

"– u-uncle – uncle, uncle, uncle, oh God, oh my fucking God, please –" He heard her vulnerable whines, feeling a squeeze in his testicles, hot wave of pleasure ran through his lower abdomen and stomach.

"– f-fuck, Rhaenys –" He mumbled and came with a loud gasp, feeling her spasming cunt begin to clench against his twitching erection, along with him going through the wonderful relief that shook his body.

He froze, panting loudly and opened his eyes only to see that Alys was grinning wildly.

She was proud of herself.

She loved to torment him.

"– Rhaenys –" She said after him, intrigued, without shadow of regret or pain on her face. "– what a pretty name –"

"– 'm sorry – forget about it –" He mouthed, completely panicked, sliding out of her with a loud click of their moisture, feeling his heart pounding like a mad in fear.

He thanked God that it wasn't her real name.

"– why? – tell me more about her – it's touching in some way that you are so deeply in love with her –" She hummed, turning onto her back.

He quickly zipped up his trousers, for some reason unable to look at her bare body now, furious at her remark.

"Fuck no." He growled.

Alys twisted in her place, surprised.

"Aemond."

"I don't want to talk about it. That's not why I came here." He said in frustration, grabbing his Tshirt, putting it aggressively over his head.

She sighed heavily, leaning her back against the bed frame, looking at him intently.

"You are adorable when you are mad."

He looked at her, seeing in her eyes that she knew she'd hit the nail on the head and ran his hand over his face.

"Have you fulfilled your fantasies with her? Then, during your father's birthday. After all, he invited your whole family." She sneered, cocking her head.

He shuddered, looking at her shocked and horrified, feeling like a little boy caught in the act.

"Don't be ridiculous. If you don't want to help me with what I came to you with, just say so." He hissed too quickly, too angrily and too helplessly, and the corner of Alys' mouth twitched in a grin.

"Did you stop talking to her when her mother married Daemon through a conflict of interest or because you knew that as an uncle you shouldn't moan your niece's name during your climax?" She asked, and he felt his lips part in a shuddering, uneven breath.

"You betrayed that poor little girl even though she gave you everything you wanted."

Her cold, mocking words stayed with him all night: she didn't give him a clear answer as to whether she would help him, but she let him know that she didn't intend to interrupt him.

She had no love for Larys Strong and would benefit from his disappearance herself.

Although the plan was different, more complicated and sublime, he drove straight to Heavenly Beach.

You betrayed that poor little girl even though she gave you everything you wanted.

When it was all over, he decided that his success had been determined by the effect of the surprise: when he walked into Larys's office, he greeted him with a smile, standing up, apparently wanting to offer him something to drink and ask what he was coming to him with.

The bodyguard didn't even think to take his gun away from him.

He was just his grandfather's faithful dog, nothing more.

And yet, when he pointed it at his head and simply fired, shooting him right in the forehead, Larys seemed surprised and staggered backwards, falling numbly like a heavy wooden puppet to the floor.

He fled through the back exit, the door by which the bar staff were leaving for a cigarette, and although he hoped that one of the shots he heard behind him among the screams would reach him, it did not.

Apart from the shattered rear window of the car and the wrath of his grandfather, no other consequences of his act reached him.

"Do you know what you did? Larys was filling our pockets with money."

"And also emptied them." He hissed, watching as Otto paced around the room while he sat in his chair, pleased with himself as never before.

For some reason he felt a sense of pride.

"You are a fool. You did it out of a private desire for revenge. You acted rashly and thoughtlessly. You have failed me for the last time." He said in a manner from which he pressed his lips into a thin line.

"Aegon will take over the whole business, not you."

When he finally returned to his flat he felt rage and relief, disappointment and euphoria at the same time, feeling like he had completely lost his mind.

Vhagar watched him from across the room, seeing him throw things off tables and cupboards, afraid to approach him, her tail tucked under her belly.

He had killed him for her.

He sacrificed himself for her.

He lost his inheritance for her.

And she was not with him.

He felt in that moment that he loved her and hated her at the same time.

The dreams in which he killed Larys again and again came back to him every night, making him wake up drenched in cold sweat: he saw in them how he gouged out his eyes, how he cut off his limbs before her eyes, listening to her screams and her cries, her pleas for him to stop.

By having his grandfather reduce his role to the bare minimum of collecting money and handing over goods, he could finally concentrate on his studies during the day. To his surprise, sinking into the thick textbooks she had brought him was liberating, as if a new, previously unknown part of the world had opened up to him.

He was going to attend the exam.

He hoped to see her there.

He filed the documents in person and, as he was leaving the University, he spotted one of Daemon's bodyguards smoking a cigarette in the car park from a distance.

They had been watching her the whole time.

Good, he thought.

He knew that if anyone saw him there Daemon would take her out immediately and that was why he had to be more careful.

On the day of the exam, he felt like a small child: even though he knew what he had to prepare for and had gone through specific chapters many times, standing with a group of young people peering at his face and scar he felt alien, even though he hoped it would be different.

Even when he tried, he couldn't fit in, blend in with the crowd.

To his surprise, he found the exam itself trivial: too simple for his taste. He recognised that he had surely made some mistake when reading the questions, that there was something tricky about them, that he would make a fool of himself.

However, reading what he had written again and again he thought he had given the correct answers and just gave up, walking out of the room, dismayed and disappointed.

He felt like he had been pierced by lightning when he saw her standing in the corridor, looking at him with her mouth wide open. He felt a pleasant heat in his chest at the thought that she had come, for him, just for him, and then he looked to the side and saw who was standing next to her.

His hands clenched into a fist as her ex-boyfriend reached out to him, fumbling some sort of goof about how nice it was to meet him, pretending to be open and welcoming.

His niece saw immediately the danger that lurked behind his furious expression.

"Thank you, Robb. Will you leave us alone?" She asked him in a trembling voice.

He thought she had only taken him with her for safety, as she was afraid to come to him alone, and affectionately concluded that she was a wise girl.

"Are you sure?" Her ex asked her, making him feel his jaw clench in rage.

"Didn't you hear what she said?" He sneered harshly, throwing him a look full of boredom and disapproval, wanting to show him that he was losing patience.

He had done his part and there was certainly nothing more between them, so he could fuck off.

Robb clearly didn't like the tone of his voice.

"I'm not talking to you, mate." He said in a way he didn't like, but all it took was a movement in his direction for his niece to stand in front of him, looking straight into his face with her big eyes, her cheeks rosy with emotion.

"That's enough." She said. "Aemond is having a hard time. Forgive him. Sometimes he doesn't know how to behave. He won't hurt me. Am I wrong?"

He swallowed hard, looking away with his heart beating fast, feeling the hot shame spread across his lower abdomen.

He won't hurt me.

When Robb finally left them alone she shook her head with an expression on her face as if she regretted coming to see him at all and turned, startling him by going the other way.

"It was a mistake."

"– no – no, wait –" He moved behind her, immediately grabbing her arm, pulling her closer, as close as possible, smelling her body and her hair again, the scent of vanilla filling his lungs.

He let his hand embraced her waist, pressing his forehead into her temple, wanting to take refuge in her, feeling thirsty for her presence, her words, her warm gaze full of understanding.

"– are you two together again? –" He whispered involuntarily, wanting to be sure that this bastard was no longer a threat to her, that he didn't have to worry about him hurting her again.

He swallowed hard when he heard her cold laughter full of frustration, feeling a stinging discomfort in his stomach.

"– do you want to tell me how you know who I'm dating and when? –" She asked drily.

Why did she avoid answering?

Why did she speak in this way?

"– do you love him? –" He muttered, and she shook her head, furious, trying to push him away.

"– I hope you'll pass – let me go – let me go, I said –" She growled, but he clamped his hands on her back and snuggled her body into his, sinking his nose into her wonderfully soft, warm cheek, feeling how his erection reacted with an aggressive, joyful pulsing to her closeness.

How was he ever going to let anyone else have her?

How would he ever get over it?

There was no way back now.

"– I killed him for you –" He whispered and felt her stop resisting him, her whole body frozen in stillness.

He sighed quietly, leaning in, his lips swollen with desire as he began to place wet, hot, lingering kisses on her face, her jaw, her neck with every word he spoke.

"– I killed him because he threatened you – because he wanted to hurt you – I want you to be safe –"

He felt her hands tighten on the material of his shirt as a quiet cry left her lips, and he, feeling an involuntary desire to protect her from this suffering, cuddled her face into his neck, wanting to hide her, to bury her deep within himself, to be her stone fortress in which she could hide.

"– I'm not pregnant –" She whispered in a way from which he froze.

There was no satisfaction or relief in her words.

She was sad.

This revelation, the thought that some part of her wanted this child as much as he did, caused his full lips to place a tender, drawn-out kiss on her temple.

"– I know – the doctor told me – we just have to try again –"

We just have to try again.

He couldn't believe how easy it had been for him to say that, to accept that he was sick, that he had just told his own niece that they should fuck again, because that way they would perhaps have the baby they so wanted.

His life had reached such a level of absurdity that it no longer seemed impossible to him.

He heard her draw in a loud breath, shocked by what had left his mouth.

"– do you hear yourself? – after what you did to me? – after how –" She mouthed, choking on her own tears, however, instead of pushing him away she snuggled into him tighter, clasping her hands on his back.

She sought her comfort in him, in her tormentor, because he was the only one who understood what she was going through.

There was something simultaneously beautiful and tragic about this, he thought.

He had destroyed her.

"– shhh – I'm here, baby –" He hushed her, stroking her hair and her back as if she were a small child, pressing his face against her temple, wanting to show her that he was there for her and that this would never change.

His words written on a piece of paper then, in the hospital.

I will always watch over you.

They both flinched and moved away from each other when her phone began to ring and it appeared that her father's bodyguard who had been waiting for her had begun to grow impatient.

"– n-no – no, I'm on my way, I was talking to the professor – I'm sorry –" She muttered with difficulty, terrified, making him feel like locking her in his embrace and never letting her go.

She was so sad, so tired, so vulnerable.

He knew, he felt, that they would both experience true relief, true rest only in each other's arms, in the tight union of their hot, sweaty, naked bodies.

"– wait a few minutes before I go so they don't see you –" She said, leaving him alone, not bestowing a single glance on him.

And then her ex-boyfriend humiliated her in front other students, saying some bullshit about her lack of self-respect as he watched them from afar.

As soon as she was out of his sight he walked up to him – Robb looked at him horrified and took a step back, wanting to run away.

"I feel like smashing your skull for what you dared to say, but I won't do it for her sake. You will never speak to her that way again. What's more, you won't speak to her at all, or I'll make your face no longer beautiful. Do you understand?" He asked, and Robb nodded quickly, looking at him with big eyes.

"One ill-considered word from you. One look from her colleagues that I don't like and that reveals to me that you told someone about it, and your life will become very, very difficult. Mate." He sneered and sidestepped him, heading for his car, seeing that his niece and her father's bodyguard had driven off.

When he got back to his flat he thought he felt strangely calm: the thought that she had come to see him, that she still cared about what would happen to him, who he would be filled him with contentment and satisfaction.

He was not indifferent to her.

She could not hate him.

Vhagar, though uneasy in his presence for days, that evening approached him of her own accord wagging her tail. Though he did not usually do so, he allowed her to jump onto his bed, his broad hand stroking her large head. She licked his fingers, sniffing them beforehand with curiosity and he thought with a smile that she had smelt her scent.

"I saw her today, Vhagar. I saw my little girl." He hummed, scratching her behind the ear, letting her big furry body lie beside him on the bedding.

And then she called to him, furious and indignant, demanding an explanation.

Something about the way she spoke made him think she was charming when she was angry, surprising him with her directness.

However, this made him the one who wrote to her every day from then on, sending her pictures of Vhagar, and although she did not write back to him, he was happy.

He knew that she read his messages and thus he was able to convey his feelings to her, making her realise that there was not a moment that he did not think or miss her.

And then he found an envelope in his letter box with the University's logo on it, and for the first time in years he felt an almost childlike excitement as he ran up the stairs to his flat, thinking that maybe things were finally going to change in his life.

He felt his hands all trembling with emotion as he pulled a piece of paper from the inside and began to read, his heart in his throat when it became clear that his dream had come true.

He had passed.

He got into University.

He didn't know why he called her right away, walking back and forth across his room, smiling like a fool because he had made it, made it, made it.

"Aemond, you can't call me. Is something wrong?"

"I got in. I passed the exam." He said immediately, feeling euphoria, feeling joy, feeling satisfaction.

He wanted to experience it only with her, because only she could understand him, only her words, her appreciation, her joy could give him what he wanted.

"I'm proud of you. I really am." She confessed finally making him feel like bursting into tears, feeling for a moment he ran out of words, his heart pounding like crazy.

"Let's meet to celebrate. Please."

"No."

"Just for a moment. In a public place, in a restaurant, in a café. Wherever you want, wherever you feel safe." He begged, needing her now, her warm gaze, her hand clasped over his, her closeness, her, her, her.

"I can't, Aemond. You know I can't. I will always support you, including about your studies, but after what has happened I can't trust you." She confessed in a trembling voice.

He swallowed hard, feeling with shame that he had turned all red with emotion, and nodded his head, thinking with despair that he understood what she meant, feeling empty.

"– forgive me – I had no right to ask you to do this – it was a mistake resulting from my selfishness – thank you for everything –" He said.

"– Aemond –" She mumbled out in pain, but he hung up, or she would have heard his uneven, heavy breath, the effect of the tears that ran down his face and of which he was so ashamed.

How could he have been so naive to think that she would forgive him?

Would he forgive her if she did the same to him?

He tore up the card the University had sent him, thinking with regret that the sight of him in that building every day would bring back memories she wanted to forget.

He decided that there was no point in her seeing him, that he should respect her request, even though she did not at all want him to give up his dreams for her.

She was more understanding than he deserved.

Although he had never, ever done so, that evening he pulled out from his cupboard a syringe with the drug liquid he had given her that day when she had come to him at his request, wanting to help him.

He only used this narcotic in small amounts when he needed to fall asleep quickly, but this time he wasn't sure he wanted to wake up at all.

He squeezed his forearm with a special rubber band to make it easier to find the right vein under his skin and jabbed the needle into it, letting more of the drug into his system than ever before.

He thought he wanted to know how she felt then.

He imagined her terror, the one when, feeling him still deep inside her, she realised that he had tricked her, betrayed her, that he would do what he wanted with her and her body.

He felt like crying when everything around him blurred, when Vhagar began to bark, nudging him with her wet nose, licking his face. He, however, was only able to breathe, thinking that he was so monstrously tired, his body numb and heavy, as if it weighed hundreds of tons.

It seemed to him that it might have been months or even years before his mind began to awaken: the indistinct light of the lamps around him blinded him and irritated him at the same time, the loud beeping at his ear drove him mad, the stinging discomfort in his wrist seemed unnatural to him. He muttered in displeasure, twisting around, unable to fully open his eyes or rise, feeling dulled and frazzled.

"– no – lie down –" He heard his mother's voice, who had apparently risen from her chair, her familiar hand touching his arm. "– it's okay –"

"– what's going on? –" He choked out, feeling unpleasant anxiety and discomfort, everything around him seemed to be spinning.

"– you overdosed, Aemond –"

He spent the next few days in hospital, trying to recover under the watchful care of his mother and his sister.

He didn't know why he felt disappointment at the news that neither his grandfather nor his older brother planned to visit him, thinking he had acted like a small child merely seeking attention, why he thought they would care about his condition.

He didn't think much of it though, because as soon as he unlocked his phone, he saw three messages from her.

He had no idea what he was supposed to do, what to reply to her words, proof that she still cared about him, even though he didn't deserve it.

That same evening, when his mother was long gone from his side, she called him, making him feel euphoric and terrified at the same time. When he answered and put the phone to his ear he was silent, his heart deep in his throat.

"How are you feeling?" She asked softly, her voice full of uncertainty.

He swallowed hard, feeling somehow touched by her behaviour, by the fact that she wanted to talk to him despite what he had done to her.

"Exactly as I deserve." He confessed with shame.

"Did you… really want to do this?" She muttered in a trembling voice. He shook his head and laughed under his breath.

"No. I wanted to see how you felt that day."

Something in his words, in the way he said them made her draw in a loud breath.

"Your suffering is not my desire, Aemond. You hurt me, but I don't want revenge. I just want… to stop feeling this unbearable pain in my heart that I have felt in my chest for eight years."

So many unspoken words and feelings slipped through their fingers.

"I regret it so much. I told my grandfather that I didn't want him to involve you, but he said that if we didn't, someone else would want to take advantage of Daemon's weakness for you. And I believed him. I thought that Larys will actually try to do something to you again, but only now do I understand that it was a simple lie that I easily accepted to justify myself. Fuck, I'm so ashamed, baby, I really am."

He mouthed with difficulty, burying his face in his hand, feeling warm tears of shame run down his cheeks, trying to calm his heavy, ragged breath.

"My father took everything from me. I did these fucked-up things to other people for nothing. I mutilated them for nothing. The only thing he left me is the property by the sea, the same one where I lost my eye, as if he had made a mockery of me. I was so lost. I still am."

She was silent for a moment, as if wondering what to respond to his words.

"What do you want, Aemond? Truly. Be honest."

He swallowed hard, feeling that this was one of the most important moments of his life and he couldn't fuck it up.

"I want to study and see you once in a while. In a public place, so that you feel safe."

"And that's it? What about your family? About your business?"

"My grandfather limited my influence and responsibilities after I shot Larys without his knowledge. He no longer trusts me and doesn't assign me important tasks."

She fell silent again, making him feel like he was going mad with the uncertainty, his heart in his throat.

"The University Library." She said finally, and he grunted quietly, trying to calm himself down.

"I don't understand."

"We can meet in the University Library."

"Really?" He asked hopefully, feeling his heart beat harder, hot with excitement.

"Only there and for a short time. Once in a while. If I find out you did something to hurt me or my family, you'll never see me again."

The next day she agreed with him that they would meet in a side area of the library: it was nearing the holidays and most people were either outside or in the main reading room, so she decided that no one should notice or bother them there.

Fifteen minutes in which she was going to help him prepare for his first class, nothing more.

Nevertheless, in his mind it was his chance to prove himself and get things right.

To regain her trust.

He wanted to buy her a bouquet of flowers, however, standing in front of them he had no idea which ones to choose.

What if she doesn't like cut flowers, only ones in a pot?

Should he even hand it to her in the library?

He ran his hand over his face thinking that his deliberations were idiotic and only showed how desperate he was.

Then, however, he decided that instead of a flower he would buy her a strawberry lollipop: since she used strawberry gloss she must have liked the taste and could at least eat it, and he could hide it in the pocket of his trousers.

With this little gift, he turned up at the agreed time, feeling like an excited little boy, all hot and frisky with emotion. Indeed, he spotted her in the back of one of the rooms, sitting on the floor on special large pillows, leaning against the wall with a volume in her hand, bookcases all around her.

She had chosen a place where they would not be seen.

She flinched at the sight of him, her shoulders raised in a defensive gesture, as if frightened by his presence.

"Hi." He mouthed, not knowing what more he could say, his heart pounding like mad.

She blinked and sighed loudly, as if trying to calm herself, her gaze at once warm and watchful.

"Hi."

He walked slowly over to her and pulled off his jacket, laying it on the windowsill, sitting down next to her on one of the cushions, into which he literally sank because of how soft it was.

"I brought you my notes from first year. Read them, if you can't decipher something, I'll try to guess what I wrote. They'll come in handy for you before semester exams." She said immediately, as if afraid of silence or what more he might say, handing him some of her notebooks.

He nodded and took them from her, pressing his lips together, seeing that she had gone back to reading her lecture without looking at him.

"Thank you." He said, unable to do anything other than stare at her, at her shiny dark hair, at her gentle face, at her long eyelashes, at her floral dress fastened at the front with big white buttons.

They were both quiet, but despite the silence, broken only by her flipping the pages, he could feel the tension between them, her figure focused and prepared to flee.

He didn't know why he did it, but he slid a little lower and laid his head on her shoulder, just as she had done back then, during that holiday, reading the book about the Mighty Vhagar with him.

He heard her swallow hard and take a deep breath as his arms tentatively embraced her at the waist, cuddling into her like a small child.

He felt her twitch, her chest began to quiver as if she felt like crying. Feeling this, he stroked the side of her waist, his lips placing a gentle, reassuring kiss on her soft, fragrant skin.

"– please –" She muttered.

"– I have a gift for you –" He said, dreading what she was about to say. She involuntarily glanced at his arm as he slipped his hand into the pocket of his trousers and took out a rose-shaped lollipop.

"– I didn't know what kind of flowers you like, so I bought one like this – the sales lady said it has a strawberry flavour –" He explained and she swallowed hard, out of the corner of his eye he noticed a wide, sad smile on her face.

This sight broke his heart.

He pressed his forehead to her temple as she took it shyly from his hand, spinning it between her fingers, staring at it as if he had given her something precious, a ring or a necklace.

"I'll eat it later. I don't want to get the books dirty now. Thank you, that's very kind of you." She said softly and he nodded, his hand involuntarily from her waist rising to her face, letting his fingers run over the warm structure of her skin.

He felt her body relax slightly and they both let their bodies lean back a little, spreading out more comfortably on the large, soft pillows. He swallowed hard as she pressed her head against the hollow of his neck, as her hand lay uncertainly on the spot where his heart was beating.

He locked her in his embrace, kissing lazily the top of her head, feeling that he was completely hard, that he wanted her more than ever, knowing that he couldn't have her now, that he might never feel her like this again, but it didn't matter anymore.

She was with him, in his arms.

"Several of my father's men are dead. They were shot on your grandfather's orders." She whispered, and he swallowed hard, looking up at the ceiling, playing involuntarily with the curls of her hair between his fingers.

"I know."

"Did you have anything to do with it?"

"No. My grandfather restricted my field of action after we called the emergency services when you…"

He didn't finish and closed his eyes, seeing her again in the bathtub filled with blood.

They were both silent for a moment, taking comfort from their closeness – her hand ran over his sternum, making a pleasant shiver pass through his body.

"If your grandfather tells you to kill Daemon or my brother. What will you do then?" She asked quietly in a trembling voice.

"I will tell him to do it himself. The times when I was his dog are over and he knows it. He has no idea what to do with me. I'm out of his control." He sneered, sighing heavily, feeling suddenly tired and weary. His niece twisted and raised herself up on her elbow, looking at him with concern.

"What's your plan?" She asked, and he hummed under his breath, sliding his fingers from her neck between her breasts, playing with the buttons of her dress.

"I want to start acting on my own." He said cautiously, watching her reaction carefully. He saw that she tensed all over, looking at him warily.

"What do you mean?"

"If you think there's a way I could escape this world, you're wrong. Even Daemon didn't escaped it, he simply gathered his most trusted people and expanded his influence. I want to do the same, and I will start by taking over Heavenly Beach. Since Larys is dead, chaos has reigned there, and I intend to take advantage of it. Many of my grandfather's people don't like the vision of them having to work for Aegon in the future. They neither respect nor fear him." He said lightly with some kind of pride and mockery, running his fingers up and down her sternum with a smirk.

She had a penknife under her bra.

She shuddered and swallowed hard as he tapped his finger on the spot where his watchful gaze had spotted its shape, pretending he hadn't meant to keep his hand on her breast at all.

"– wise girl –"

"What do you intend to do with my step-father?" She asked in a trembling voice.

He hummed under his breath, looking curiously at her chest, slowly cupping her plump breast in his fingers, thinking how wonderfully it fit the shape of his hand.

"Nothing. I won't attack him first. For you. He has nothing to do with Heavenly Beach." He said softly, spreading himself out more comfortably on the cushion, feeling a pleasant warmth in his belly at the sight of her hand clamping down on his wrist, as if she wanted to simultaneously push him away and draw him to her at the same time.

"– stop – someone will see –" She muttered, looking around quickly to make sure they were still alone in the room.

"I want it back." He whispered. "I want what we had during that summer."

He heard her swallow hard, shocked by his confession.

"I…God, after all, you know it won't work. We can't. No one will accept it, no one will understand. We'll be miserable again." She mumbled pleadingly, feeling his hand move from her breast to her neck, burying itself in her warm, bare skin, her cheeks pink with emotion, her gaze hot and hazy.

"If you don't want it, I'll understand it. What I desire is fucked up, like my whole person. But I want you to know that what happened between us… then, when my father died. It was real. I've never felt more alive and fulfilled than then, being deep inside you. You were so warm." He said, brushing her soft face with his thumb, looking at her beautiful, puffy lips, the taste of which he longed to feel again so much.

"Aemond." She mumbled in embarrassment.

"I don't care how wrong it is. I don't care about morality. I've done far less moral things to other people. Making love to my niece seems to me the smallest of my sins." He confessed, burying his fingers in her smooth, dark hair, the tips of their noses touched as he made her lean towards him.

"Someone might say it's disgusting and wrong, but I only care about what you want. I don't give a shit about others. What they will think of me, whether I live by their rules or not. What can they do to me? Mock me? Fear me? They are already do. It's not about me, it's about you. I don't want to ruin your life." He said, shaking his head, watching her reaction, her eyes grew wide with shock, her lips parted in heavy, deep breaths.

The sight of her bursting into silent, helpless sobs broke his heart: his mouth began to place quick, lingering, loud kisses on her beautiful, rosy face, all swollen with tears.

"– please – please, I don't want you to cry because of me –" He muttered in pain, feeling his voice tremble with emotion, stroking affectionately her head and neck.

He pulled her body closer to him, wanting to embrace her, protect her, hide her from the pain that tormented her so much.

"This is just too much. I wish I could be a child again. To go back to that sea. To fall asleep next to you in that room. I wish I could feel again the peace I felt then. Your presence next to me. But I can't have it." She mouthed, choking on her own tears, making him press his lips together in pain.

"You have it. You have me. You always had."

She froze, looking at him with a hot, hazy look that made him want to take her in the middle of the library.

However, he decided that he wanted and should do something completely different.

"Do you like me?" He asked as one of his hands ran up and down her bare thigh, while the other was slowly stroking her head. She looked at him in silence for a moment and nodded uncertainly, trying to calm herself down.

He thought she looked like a small, terrified child.

"Very much?" He continued and she nodded again, breathing loudly through her mouth.

He smiled involuntarily, cupping her cheek, hot with emotion, in his hand.

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

Her eyes got big, her eyebrows raised high as she gasped loudly, shocked by his question.

"This time I'm aware of what I'm asking for. What I want. And although I should, I'm not ashamed of it. I have wasted eight years that I could have spent with you, no matter how much we would both have suffered during that time. I want to suffer with you by my side now." He whispered, tucking an unruly strand of her hair behind her ear, looking affectionately at her beautiful, gentle face, all pink with emotion and tears.

"I wish I could trust you, but I don't know if I can." She muttered, making him feel a squeeze in his stomach.

"I know. I'll wait as long as it takes." He said, brushing her cheek with his fingers, wanting to comfort himself and her.

She nodded, sighing heavily, as if she had given up and stopped fighting.

"You can only embrace me and hold my hand. No kisses on the lips and don't try to take me." She muttered.

He chuckled under his breath, feeling as happy as a small boy, cuddling her whole body into his at last, feeling her pleasant warmth, her scent, her closeness.

"Very well." He hummed, placing a warm, gentle kiss on the tip of her nose.

He saw her frown and grinned widely, cocking his head.

"Your nose is not your lips, is it? Just as your cheeks. Your jaw. Your neck. Your shoulders." He whispered, brushing his full lips over each of the places he mentioned, leaving wet, hot marks on her bare skin. He sighed as he felt her fingers clench on his back, her soft breasts pressing into his chest.

He got his girlfriend back.

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Author's note: When we started dating, my husband brought me bouquets of lollipops because I don't like cut flowers and I could at least eat this. I think it's such a sweet idea!!!

[distort-opia]

I want to know your scenario on post fall hannigram. Do you prefer them to be dead or actually survive the fall? If they survive how their dynamic supposed to be after that?

Well. My scenarios on post-Fall Hannigram exist already as fics... if you've got a taste for heavy angst and dense writing packed with metaphors. I was even more dramatic in 2015-2016, somehow. A small warning, just in case you're familiar with my current style for Batman fics (which is easier to read, I think). But anyway, soon after the finale aired, I wrote a short fic containing a what-if-Will-survived-and-Hannibal-died scenario, with the second part going into what-if-Hannibal-survived-and-Will-died.

And then I started a post-Fall fic of Hannibal and Will wading through life, dealing with changes and accepting compromises, etc. It's an unfinished WIP that I don't think will ever see a proper ending, though it's very self-contained. It's more character analysis than anything else, but it's still pretty much how I imagine their dynamic evolving after their shared survival.

Ultimately, I don't prefer them dead. I think it's more interesting if they live and then have to find a way to coexist. Will's darkness and possessiveness over Hannibal in season 3, as shown in his sessions with Bedelia and interactions with Francis Dolarhyde, would translate into something fascinating to explore after the Fall. (Do you ever think about "Meat's back on the menu" and go a little bit insane? 'Cause I do, RIP me.) I don't believe they'd ever be... at peace, in the sense that they'd always have some kind of conflict. The interesting part would be the mechanisms they develop to deal with that, the wilingness to do it. Since let's be fair, they don't love each other because they offer each other peace. I think they'd still play games, that it wouldn't be "happily ever after as Murder Husbands". I imagine Clarice entering the arena at some point like Bryan Fuller mentioned, and their dynamic undergoing change because of it-- them using their agency in the world against each other or everyone else.

Anyway! If you ever get around to reading these, I hope you enjoy. Thank you for the ask, Anon.

[neaverse]

𝐚𝐨𝟑 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

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𝐖𝐈𝐏𝐒

to build a home

(drarry, current wc: 5.9K, chapters: 2/?, rated M)

Summary:

There, right behind the counter, is Draco Malfoy. His freshly brewed coffee slips from his fingers, and without thinking, Harry reaches for his wand and stops it mid-air before it has the chance to spill all over the floor.

“Er,” Harry says as he looks up again and into grey, wide eyes. “Hello, Malfoy.”

Malfoy's eyes narrow. “Potter,” he greets back, and it's not friendly. A bit uncertain, really, as if he's not sure if Harry is standing before him. He then clicks his jaw. It's clear that he doesn't know what to say, and frankly, Harry doesn't either. What do you say to your former nemesis, whom you haven’t seen in three years? “What are you doing here?” Malfoy continues, his words sharp.

“Shopping for books?” Harry says with a light shrug and it's a weak excuse.

***

Or: Harry Potter leaves London and the Wizarding World without a word on April 8th 2001, less than a month before the third anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts.

And he doesn’t look back.

when the darkness unfolds

(jegulus, current wc: 30.7K, chapters: 4/?, rated E, mcd)

Summary:

“Never change, James. Whatever this war shapes you into, never change who you are at heart. Because you, James Potter, are beautiful. So, so beautiful both on the outside and within.”

Or: James has taken it upon himself to figure out a way to end the war and is ready to do whatever it takes. Even if that means seeking out his ex-boyfriend who is a known death eater and a skilled, highly trusted assassin in Voldemort’s ranks. Luckily for him, Regulus Black is easily persuaded. In fact, he doesn't need much persuading at all.

(currently on hiatus)

cause for concern

(drarry, current wc: 6.4K, chapters: 1/?, rated M)

Summary:

There is something about the way Malfoy holds himself this year. It's almost as if he wants to go unnoticed, remain unseen in the sea of students gathered in the great hall. His eyes are downcast on the table, his chin resting in the palm of his hand. It's not like Malfoy used to be loud or anything, but he did have a few snarky comments that he itched to throw at Harry, or a smug smirk as he talked to his friends during the welcome feast.

But not now. Harry lets his eyes drag across the great hall, skimming through the room until he catches blonde hair two tables away. Malfoy looks distant, almost depressed. It doesn't look right to Harry— a depressed Malfoy is definitely a cause for concern.

Or: Malfoy isn't acting like himself. Harry decides to figure out why.

(currently on hiatus)

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃

two souls reuniting

(jegulus, wc: 5.2K, chapters: 1/1, rated M)

Summary:

No, James thinks. This can't be the end.

He's just gotten him back.

Fuck parting gifts. Fuck goodbyes. Fuck fate. Fuck everything.

James makes a choice right then.

Or: James goes to the cave with Regulus and they retrieve the Slytherin locket.

in every universe, i love you

(jegulus, wc: 1.5K, chapters: 1/1, rated M, mcd)

Summary:

He throws another rock. Stupid, he thinks. Oh, how he's gotten himself into such a mess. He has no hope left of survival at this point. People must already think he's dead now– or that he ran away. Either way, no one will find him and he's stuck there, with no way of getting out.

He should've seen it coming; Voldemort wouldn't make it easy for any trespassers. He made sure that none would make it at all.

James.

It hurts to think about him. “One more mission,” he'd told him. “One more and I will be done. I’ll come with you. I need to do this.”

Or: Regulus is stuck in the cave and regrets not telling anyone where he was going.

𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒

we must be killers

(drarry, murder husbands, post-war, rated E)

Summary:

“Open your eyes, Draco,” Harry whispers again, sending shivers down Draco’s spine as he feels Harry’s breath fanning against his neck. He does as he's told and flicks his gaze down. He finds Harry’s eyes, all glinting with hunger and madness— and God if Draco didn't love Harry before, he certainly does now.

“You got me a dagger?” he says, his breath punching out of him. He flips it around in his palms, grabbing the silver handle that fits perfectly in Draco’s hand— almost as if it was made for him— and then drags his finger along the sharp edge of the blade.

— under development

sharp kisses & tender bites

(drarry, vampire fic, rated E)

Summary:

Harry travels the world and sees Draco Malfoy walking down the streets of Paris. He has been presumed dead for two years after an Auror mission gone wrong, but he's very much alive, or so Harry thinks at first.

— under development

anarchy

(jegulus, voldemort wins au, rated E)

Summary:

The Order has fallen. Six years after the final blow that cost them the lives of half of the Order, the remaining members of the Order of the Phoenix are on the run. Five months after the death of Albus Dumbledore, they are seized by a group of Death Eaters on the outskirts of Scotland as they try to make it back to England to cross the French border. Brought back to England and imprisoned, muggle-borns are killed, half-bloods are interrogated, and pure-bloods are persuaded to join the cause. After over a decade of refusing, James sees no other way than to let himself be persuaded, or, at the very least, let Voldemort think he is.

— under development

a path to insanity

(rosekiller, war fic, grief and healing, mcd, rated E)

Summary:

“THE HEIR TO THE NOBEL HOUSE OF BLACK IS DEAD”

Barty is on his feet as soon as his eyes scan the front page of the Prophet. Fuck no– it's not true. It can't be true. In a matter of moments, he's outside of Evan’s flat, paper gripped in his hand as he knocks.

Evan is out in seconds, a copy in his hands as well. They stare at each other for what feels like hours and minutes and even just a few seconds all at once, then Evan lunges forward and crashes into Barty before they both crumble to the ground below them.

They hold on tight, Barty is gripping Evan’s shoulders, sinking his nails into his skin over the fabric of his t-shirt. Evan has his grip on Barty’s jacket, a firm grip at that. He pulls him closer. Pushes him away. Pulls him closer again— not entirely sure what to do with himself.

At last, Evan stills his movements and lets his head fall against Barty’s chest, heaving for breath. They're both shaking, trembling in each other’s embrace. How did they not know? What happened? Why?

Or: when the news of their best friend’s death reaches the paper, Barty and Evan find themselves questioning everything. Healing is not an easy process, and grief is not linear. With unhealthy coping mechanisms and a desire for revenge, well, who's going to stop them from destroying everything in their wake? There are so many different paths to take, but the path to insanity allures them the most.

— under development

the curious mind of a killer

(drarry, post-war, case fic, established relationship, murder, rated E)

Summary:

On the morning of April 26th, two witches in their mid-twenties are found murdered in their home just outside of London, with string-like wounds around their necks and hearts on the floor beside them.

A week later, the body of a middle-aged wizard is found in an alley a few blocks away from the Leaky Cauldron with the exact same wounds.

Then, in late May, three young men are found dead in three separate rooms at the Three Broomsticks. With the same wounds.

Or: Draco works in the medical jurisprudence department at the ministry and is asked to join the Aurors to catch a vicious killer.

— under development

it's snowing like it's the end of the world

(drarry, zombie apocalypse, rivals to lovers, rated M)

Summary:

The year is 2001. The world as they once knew it is in ruins. The once-bustling streets of Camden stretch before him, all but empty and abandoned. The many stores have shattered windows and doors left ajar.

Messages are scrawled on the walls, some are prayers, some are directions, and some are warnings. It's a haunting sight, one that sends shivers down his spine.

It's been 78 days since he last saw Ron and Hermione. Out of food, they made the dangerous decision to venture into the city. The eerie silence that greeted them was almost suffocating, but their hunger drove them forward. They scoured the empty stores, searching for anything edible, and at some point, they must’ve forgotten to put up a silencing charm, because when they stepped outside, the undead were closing in on them, their eyes glazed over with hunger.

— under development

here's to us (and what we will never be)

(narcissa x mrs zabini, friends to lovers, rated M)

Summary:

TBA

— under development

untitled marauders fic

(end of the world, mcd, rated M)

Summary:

TBA

— under development

[kiillerqueen]

❝ She has never been a woman that I felt like I needed to fear , and still don't believe that she would do anything to hurt me. Even if I was holding her back from getting something she wants such as her child. ❞ All that Diego can hope for is that Melina's son takes her looks rather than Jamie's or else keeping it a secret would be pointless. Not only would it make Diego look bad , but it gave his enemies something to use against him. ❝ You like the woman that has come into your marriage and basically stolen your husband from you? I know you've told me that your marriage has been over for years but to me I think it is CRAZY for a woman to not only have his children but become a second wife. ❞ Diego knows that it is something that he wouldn't be able to do not only because of his own personal choice but Marianna would likely murder him and the other woman he would even suggest become a second wife. ❝ It is selfish of me to think of it this way but it is loss and my gain. ❞ There has been a couple of times Diego finds himself questioning of her husband is so busy with the other woman to even pick up the possible hints that his wife is having an affair with another man tangled in their world. ❝ Let me guess your husband is too selfish of a man to allow you to become a free woman? I guess in a way I can't say anything because I too won't allow my wife to divorce me for certain reason , but if you were to become a single woman and free of him. I would for you ... ❞ Diego knows that he shouldn't be saying such a bold statement , but he knows it is the truth. The male already had full take over of his father in laws business. He didn't really need Marianna anymore yet he is keeping her around. ❝ So she is going to be the one to call the shots with how the children are raised? You say she if a softer type of woman? I think she will need to realize that in a way he will need to raise their son with a backbone if he plans to allow him to take over. ❞ It is a topic that he is sure that himself and his wife are going to have disagreements about when it comes time to get the child ready for his turn. ❝ Whatever he decided to do , it doesn't change the fact that I hate the way that he makes you feel. I wish I could give you my love everyday like you deserve. ❞ //@thewcllingtons

❝ Alright, you have a fair point there. ❞ Growing up with someone definitely helped to keep the blinders on, she had done that a few times herself. ❝ I doubt it... He's never given her a reason to suspect anything and I don't see him slipping anytime soon. Besides, even if I did tell her, creating that doubt would likely make it unsafe for her to be around him. She seems to be safe in this bubble he created for her. I'm not bursting it— Not to help him, but to keep her and the children safe. It's odd to say, but I like her and I want her to be safe. I'm used to him. I can handle it on my own. ❞ Catalina hated to be put in this position. Letting Melina marry a man who she thought was a monster wasn't easy. It's the last thing she wanted, but they both happened to be married to two completely different people living inside of one man. Manuel is nothing short of being completely two-faced; all of his love pointing to Melina, and all his hatred pointing towards herself. ❝ I try my best not to really think about it too much. ❞ It still felt weird considering they were technically still married.

Diego's words worried her a bit. She knew that he wouldn't do anything to jeopardize their relationship, she wanted to stay on the safe side. ❝ I don't want to add fuel to the fire. Besides, I'm not vying for his affection in any way. If I would divorce him if he were willing. ❞ Catalina hadn't cared about her marriage in years. Her husband's possesssiveness is the only reason why they were still together. ❝ I hope he doesn't. It's possible, but I think she'll be able to tie his hands enough to not allow him to be too rough with the kids. He's pretty sweet to Ariella.❞ His first child, Ariella, seemed to be the light of his world and happened to be the most adorable child she's seen. They may be too cute for him to be cruel to. ❝ I'm sorry that happened to you.... Unfortunately, I think he plans to stay in their life. He's getting older. I can see him retiring to just raise them to take over what he started. ❞ // @kiillerqueen