#or to do this idea that i've been neglecting while i had the chance to

[dontbesoweirdkira]

I'm not saying yandere Dick Grayson would baby trap his darling...but he most definitely would

Warnings: toxic and abusive themes. forced domesticated life, mentions of baby trapping, purposeful weight gain, manipulation, dick is a good hubby though, he's just so desprate

Please just hear me out on this concept. Now i've said before that Dick Grayson would've realistically had to put a halt on his personal life and relationships because alongside being nightwing and keeping his family together, it'd just be too much.

Could you imagine Yandere! Dick is like hitting his mid-thirties at this point, work is growing old and all of his siblings are just about adults and he's exhausted. One day, the siblings are all just chilling around the mansion and the topic of what they plan to do with their life after being a vigilante comes up. Dick hadn't though about it ever because well...this consumed every minute of his life but he figured he'd probably settle down and start a family. Jokingly one of his siblings said, "How could you ever find time for another family when you're already the matriarch of this one?", and it just hasn't left his mind since.

Fast forward and he's sitting in a dinner alone after patrol and he's just watching this family and their kids and it just hits him that he'll never have that at the rate he's going. If he doesn't end up dead from his work, he'd probably end up rotting in that mansion alone because he's too busy fixing the messes Bruce made with the others. He's been a "father" to his siblings since his teen years and he has not much to show for it. I mean he's proud of all of them but...he's still just their older brother...

He goes home and is thinking about just how happy that father looked while throwing his kids up in the air...or how beautiful his wife looked carrying their unborn child. He envied how simple and perfect their life was. They didn't have to miss out on life to fight crime around the clock or to piece back together something he never broke. They could happily go home..with each other and be proud of what they've made. He's looking back at his life and while he knows he's accomplished so much but being an actual dad is something he'll never get a chance to be. Not while he's still playing as the head of Bruce's household.

Yandere! Dick Grayson who now wants to be a father so badly and to come home to a pretty wife who truly loved him. Not just some one nighter who couldn't see past his body.

He met you by chance a few weeks later. It was while he was grabbing food before his nightly patrol, and the spark was like never before. It was fate. or delusion You were destined to be his pretty wife and be his ticket out of that mess. You're so perfect

Dick is maybe a little too eager to make his desires a reality. Like he's completely ready to let go of his previous familial duties to make way for his new ones. It's a huge shift but it's a necessary one. This is his Fiona Gallagher moment. He's steadily loosening the grip and ignoring calls to be fully focused on you. Dick wants to prove he'll be a great husband who won't neglect you for anyone else even if they're as close as family. He can't let them get in the way anymore.

He doesn't care if he has to manipulate his way into your heart, he's going to have you. He's the only one that'd ever be as good to you as he will be. There's not even a money limit on how much he's willing to pour into this process. If it takes paying your rent or car note to prove he's provider material...then so be it. Anything for the future mother of his children.

!Yandere Dick Grayson who doesn't even know if you want kids or marriage but he's so far gone in his own fantasies that he just assumes you have the same goals as he...even if you don't...you soon will..I like to think he slowly shifts you into being a stay at home girlfriends and floods your mind with ideas of this being your purpose. He needs you to know just how great you are at being domestic...this isn't so bad right? You could do this for the rest of your life!

Like i said he doesn't mind throwing money at you if it'll make you desire this life with him. Besides, he prefers you to be financially dependent on him. You are so shy when you ask him for things but he loves knowing that you need him, just like a good wife does.

First he's just always wanting you over his house for cute dates, then it's becoming a weekender situation...then a few days out of the week and now you practically live with him.

In the meantime he's doing subtle things like cooking dinner and breakfast with you at the same times every day. This is so you'll automatically start doing this on your own and so you know what he likes and at what time. He's got you doing shopping runs for the home. He's a sneaky little shit who asks you to throw in his laundry and clean up his messes while he's at work. He of course compensates you for being such a great helper. Your new job is here at his home. It fills him up with so much joy when he comes home and all your tasks are completed.

Yandere! Dick who is always surprising you with foods and snacks you cannot resist to make you plumper for when you're carrying his baby. Of course he's denying the allegations when you jokingly tease him about making you fat on purpose but we know the truth. Still, he's loving your body regardless, it needs to be healthy with extra fats to keep your children protected. He can barely contain himself though when he sees your little stomach pudge , it gets him all too excited for the real deal. It makes him feel all the less guilty about tampering with the contraceptives when he thinks about how gorgeous you'll be when you're swollen with his baby. I mean you're already this cute with a little bloat.

Oh just the thought of you walking around in public and everyone who sees you know that you're already claimed..ugh He doesn't know what to do with himself. You're all his and no one can steal you away from him. Not when you don't have any time. You're too busy taking care of the home and the baby to be bothered by anything else.

You won't be too mad at him, right? I mean just so desperate to have a quiet new life. He wants to be a father so bad, please let him have this. He'll be so so good for you and the baby.....he needs this.

[charlesslut16]

-losing means letting go-

summary : you and oscar realise, that it is over for you...

PAIRINGS : oscar piastri x reader(y/n)

WARNINGS : break up?

note : it took me so so long to finally write something,as i have run out of ideas...

masterlist

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Oscar Piastri sat in his apartment in Monaco, staring at the lights reflecting off the Mediterranean Sea. It was a breathtaking view, one that had once filled him with inspiration and excitement.

Now, it seemed to mock him with its relentless beauty, highlighting the growing darkness within his relationship with YN, his girlfriend, whom always was there for him and always would be

They had been together for four years, a Fary tail romance that had seemed perfect from the outside. But behind closed doors, the cracks were growing wider with each passing day. Oscar was a rising star in the world of Formula 1, and YN was his steadfast supporter, at least at the beginning. The endless travel, the high stakes, and the intense pressure of his career had begun to wear on both of them.

Their once passionate love was now marred by frequent arguments and silent treatments. They still loved each other dearly, but maybe that wasn't enough anymore.

Tonight, Oscar had left the apartment after another heated exchange, and you were left alone with your thoughts. You replayed the argument in your mind. It had started over something trivial, as it often did.

Oscar had returned from another race weekend, exhausted and frustrated after finishing outside the points. He had wanted nothing more than to collapse on the couch, but you had been waiting for him with a list of grievances.

You were tired of feeling like a secondary character in his life, of being ignored and taken for granted. The argument had escalated quickly, voices raised, accusations hurled, until Oscar had stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

You sighed, hugging yourself to make you feel better. Oscar knew you had a point. He had been so consumed by his career that he had neglected your relationship.

But what could he do? Racing was his life, his dream, and it demanded everything from him.

Still, the thought of losing you was unbearable. He loved you more than he could express, but love alone didn't seem to be enough anymore.

Hours passed, and you remained in the same spot, lost in thought. Finally, you heard the door creak open, and Oscar stepped inside. His eyes were red-rimmed, and he looked as tired as you felt.

Oscar walked over to the couch and sat down, keeping a distance between you both. For a moment, you sat in silence, the weight of your unspoken words hanging heavy in the air.

"Oscar," you began, voice trembling slightly, "we can't keep doing this." He looked at you, his heart aching at the sight of her pain. "I know," he admitted. "But I don't know how to fix it."

Tears welled up in your eyes. "I've been thinking about this for a long time. Maybe we're just not meant to be together right now. Maybe we need to let each other go."

Oscar's chest tightened. "No, YN. We can work through this. I promise I'll do better." You shook your head, a tear slipping down your flushed cheek.

"We've tried, Oscar. We've tried so hard, but it's not working. We're hurting each other more than we're loving each other. I think we need to break up."

The words hit him like a punch to the gut. Break up? He couldn't imagine his life without you. But looking into your eyes, he saw the truth. You were both miserable, and clinging to each other was only making it worse.

He didn't want to admit tit, but he knew for a while that the two of you were doing more bad than good. He never wanted you two to end, but the moment his priorities shifted, it was over between them.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. You nodded, tears falling freely now. "I am. I think it's the only chance we have for happiness, even if it destroys us right now."

Oscar reached out and took your hand, holding it tightly. "I don't want to lose you." "You won't, not ever," you replied softly. "We'll always have the memories, the good times. But we need to find ourselves again, separately."

He nodded, tears streaming down his own face. "I love you, YN. I always will." "I love you too, Oscar," you said, your voice breaking. "And that's why we need to do this. For both of us."

They sat together for a while, mourning the end of their relationship. Eventually, You stood up, and Oscar knew it was time to let you go. Forever.

He walked you to the door, feeling like his heart was being ripped out of his chest. "Goodbye, Oscar," you said, giving him one last, lingering look.

"Goodbye, YN," he replied, his voice choked with emotion. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

She walked out the door, and Oscar closed it behind her, leaning against it as he sobbed. The apartment felt emptier than ever, but he knew deep down that they had made the right decision.

It was the hardest thing he had ever done, but sometimes, love meant knowing when to let go. The months that followed were a big blur for Oscar. He threw himself into his racing career with a newfound intensity, using the pain of the breakup as his fuel.

He climbed the ranks, securing podium finishes and earning the respect of his peers. But no matter how successful he became, there was always a part of him that missed YN, that longed for the days when they were happy and in love.

YN, too, found her own path. She pursued her own dreams, rediscovering passions she had set aside during their relationship. She traveled, met new people, and slowly began to heal. There were days when the loneliness was overwhelming, but she reminded herself that they had made the right choice.

And though they were no longer together, their love had left an indelible mark on their hearts, a testament to the strength and beauty of their time together.

[belovanat2]

Our new chance, pt.3

Agatha and Rio are given a new chance. 

It's age regression, if you don't like it, don't read it.

Alice is the reader's name, unrelated to the show.

I'm going to write several chapters, so it may take a while for the story to unfold. 

English its not my first language.

The three of them began to organize themselves, Agatha set up the guest room for the girl, and Rio began to look for some clothes that wouldn't look too big on her, since she was quite small for 17. 

And Alice was standing in the middle of the hallway not knowing what to do. 

She had never given such a quick vote of confidence to anyone as she was giving to the two women, but it was certainly better than spending the night outside. She was going to give herself one night of luxury and then leave. She didn't want her secret exposed to the women, and she knew she had no control over it, so the best option was to leave first thing in the morning. But she would enjoy this night's sleep.

"Okay... I've finished tidying your room," Agatha snapped her out of her thoughts.

"And I've laid out some clean clothes for you," says Rio, appearing in the hallway with some clothes and a towel. 

"Thank you..." Alice thanks him a little shyly. 

"No problem at all, dear" Agatha puts her hand on the girl's shoulder, trying to cheer her up.

"Here's the bathroom, there's all the cleaning products and hot water," Rio says, leading the girl into the bathroom. "I'll leave your towel and clothes here, maybe they're a bit big on you..."

"No problem Mrs. Rio, I'm happy just to have clean clothes

"Oh honey, we don't need formality" Rio laughs at the girl's naivety "well, I'll let you enjoy your bath, take your time..." she was about to leave the bathroom when Alice interrupted her.

"Wait! The girl says, and Rio returns, "Could you leave the door open?"

She asks with flushed cheeks, and Rio thinks it's cute.

"Are you sure?" Rio asks 

“Yes, please... I don't like closed doors" Alice replies

"No problem, no closed doors around here" Rio reassures the girl "Agatha and I will be in our room, when you're done let us know ok?" 

"Okay, thanks!" Alice says and the two women leave the girl to take a shower.

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The two women were silent in the room, thinking about the situation.

"Do you think...?" Rio asks Agatha, who shakes her head in denial

"No, just a coincidence!" The witch replied, giving an uncertain smile. Even she didn't believe it.

"Quite a coincidence, isn't it?" Rio quipped, looking at his wife 

"Yes, a great coincidence!" Agatha continues to insist on her own lie.

"Okay, so just a big coincidence..." Rio insists too.

"Love, do you know how many Alices there are in the world?" Agatha whispers the name, since the doors were open "many! Many! And it was just an invention...." She says, looking away from her wife. The memory of Nicky haunting her mind.

"How can you be so sure?" Rio asks, she didn't want to get attached to a name, but it was the last request her son made of her.

"Well, she's not a child, let's start there, she's 17!" Argues the blue-eyed witch. And okay, she was right about that, Nicky always talked about a younger sister.

“Ok ok" Rio gave up, spreading her arms in surrender "you're right, just a coincidence"

But they both felt it was a lie... it wasn't just a coincidence.

"What are we going to do with her?" Agatha asked, changing the subject.

"I don't know, what do you have in mind my love?" Rio asks, tucking her wife's hair behind her ear, and Agatha remains silent "are you thinking of letting her go?”

"What else can we do?" Agatha asks, it wasn't in their plans to take in a teenager.

"I just don't think it's a good idea to let her go," Rio says quietly. They hear the shower turn off. But that conversation didn't end there.

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It was the best shower Alice had ever had. Hot water, good quality products. She had certainly been neglected for most of her life.

The two women had been very good to her. At least they didn't call the police after she broke into their house. They even offered her food, a bath and a bed for the night.

They were good. Sure, the blue-eyed woman called Agatha was a bit scary, but she seemed like a nice person. And Rio wasn't as scary as her wife. They were intimidating at first sight, but they were more affectionate towards her than her mother had been in 17 years. 

She put on the clothes Rio had given her, a purple T-shirt with black sweatpants. They looked big on her, but she appreciated having clean, new clothes. 

Alice shyly leaves the bathroom and goes to the door of the couple's bedroom. 

"I'm done," she says with a smile, her hair wet and messy around her face. 

The two women couldn't control their smiles. It was the cutest scene, especially as her clothes were twice her size.

"Was it a nice bath?" Rio asked, beckoning her into the room.

"Yes, it was very nice," says Alice, trying to tidy her hair back.

"Glad to hear it," replies Rio with a wink at the girl.

"But how about we comb that hair?" Agatha asks, tapping her hand on the bed and motioning for the girl to sit down. 

"I think that's a great idea!" Rio agrees, encouraging Alice to sit down.

The girl gives a low, innocent laugh and sits down. Letting Agatha take control of the situation and comb her hair. She had a lot of hair, her mother always criticized her for it, said it looked like a nest, it was a big insecurity of hers, she never knew how to take care of it properly.

"Oh my God, how much hair!" Agatha starts and Alice freezes, "so beautiful..." she says, starting to comb the girl's hair, who makes a surprised face. She's never been complimented like this before, a part of her heart even warms at the honesty of Agatha's words.

Rio doesn't fail to notice how much her wife's compliment has touched the girl. She wanted to know what was going on in her head. And why she seemed scared all the time.

[crisiscutie]

Wowww!!! I absolutely loved your latest post! I was just wondering if you could write rebirth Sephiroth cucking Rufus with the darling in front of him? Showing him that she belongs to only Sephiroth now. I'm living for the new beef between those two. 🤭

Thanks for the feedback anon! And yes, I love it too! I always loved the idea of a Yandere stealing their darling away from their love rival, and especially claiming them right in front of said rival... Bonus points for this position 😏

pairing: 🐍7R Sephiroth/Older Sister Darling 🐇

(With some Rufus/Darling)

Beach fic here.

Content warning: NSFW. Yandere Sephiroth. Curvy Darling. Dubcon/Noncon. Emotional Abuse.

The snake's playtime with his bunny prey was finally over.

Sephiroth held your thick, jiggling thighs upwards, your back pressing against his torso. Your tight, stretchy asshole seemed to accommodate his cock well enough.

With each powerful thrust from Sephiroth, your meaty pussy lips moved, granting the shocked new president a lovely view of your wet, pink depths.

Rufus wanted to ignore your welcoming cunt, but his eyes couldn't tear away from it. The bulge in his pants grew stiff, making this experience even more uncomfortable for him.

Your cunt was gaping from the monstrous spawn you had birthed earlier. Sure, it was rather intense, but you'd do it all again for your sweet little brother.

Sephiroth's slit eyes and cold sneer stayed on Rufus, even as he "spoke" to you softly...

"I've won. I've won in every way." He chuckled and pressed his lips against your ear. "You're mine. You're mine for life. And you can't resist me. You'll always come to me, won't you?"

Waves of pleasure washed over your body as blood rushed to your twitching clit. Your resistant, pouty lips trembled against his dominant will until the end, finally curving into a euphoric and gentle smile.

"...Y-yes! I belong to my sweet little brother! I love you, Sephy~!" Your lovesick eyes rolled back as his cock in your tight asshole found your weak spot, making your neglected cunt even more wet.

No one will understand the immense difficulty he faced in restraining his own euphoria. It was a testament to his hard work, a long and tedious journey of breaking your mind, rewiring it, and training it from the ground up.

His mission to have full ownership over you, his precious big sister, and eventually his wife, had been achieved. Mother was so proud of him...

It's even more cathartic that you did this all in front of his love rival, who somehow thought he had a chance with you.

Sephiroth stopped thrusting for a moment, his pupils dilating. "And I... love you, my darling sister. My darling wife." His words held a double meaning, one filled with twisted love for you, while the other a cruel taunt directed at Rufus.

He continued fucking you, going faster now.

Rufus clenched his fist as his other hand rested on the trigger finger of his rifle. Never before had he been so tempted to reduce someone to paste. But he didn't want to hurt you, like he constantly did in the past.

Lying to you about his involvement with AVALANCHE to stage a rebellion against Shinra. Sticking to his plan to rule the world with an iron fist. And he had the audacity to state that he owned you because you were SOLDIER!? And called you out for working AVALANCHE when he did the same thing!? The hypocrite.

He was just a lonely rich kid, thinking he was the chosen one to rule the planet while living in his father's shadow.

"We'll be together forever, won't we, Sephy?" you gasped, nearing your crescendo.

"Of course... We'll be together. Forever." he replied. His gaze returned to Rufus, his sneer growing even more wicked.

You squirted your cunt juices all over Rufus' desk when Sephiroth came into your tight hole, filling your guts to the brim.

Out of the two sweet boys you grew up with, the right one for you had never been so clear...

Maybe I will do more? 👀

[plusvanity]

hey👋 how do you think varg got so insane and have you seen that interview with his mom? she claimed he was normal growing up

He had always been insane lol.

Yes, I've seen that video, it's quite underrated but it tells a lot about the way that he grew up.

If 'insane' means malignant narcissist, then there are two theories known of that can be brought into discussion. Narcissistic tendencies develop in very early childhood as a coping mechanism when a child is mistreated and emotionally neglected. When I say mistreated, I mean physically abused and/or being spoiled rotten (yes, this is also abuse because you steal your child the chance of living in the real world by treating him/her special, affirming that he's/she's entitled to everything and anything, denying him/her consequences from his actions etc. etc.), and when I say emotionally neglected, I also include emotional inconsistency given by the parents (the mother usually). This means the child is most likely to walk on eggshells, completely unable to predict the parental response to a mistake that he/she makes.

In Varg's case, I see a combination of both things.

He has bitter feelings towards his father that sometimes slip out and we all can see that while he still has a 'great relationship' with his mother.

Hypothetically speaking, if his father was harsh with him while growing up, his mother spoiled him rotten to 'make up' for the damage. This type of treatment would render him very furious (on his father), but also very entitled to what his mother has to offer in return. This already sounds like him lol, doesn't it?

Following this hypothesis, it goes much deeper. While being childishly angry at his father, splitting his parents in 'all good or all bad', he can never see his mother as being equally abusive by building up the very false idea that 'what I can materially offer you, can compensate for everything that your father say/does'. So, he cannot be mad at his mother because that would mean that he is not treated right by not one, but both parents, and this is extremely threatening for him. Therefore, his mother will always be his savior, the one and only 'Madonna', so to speak. This is the archetype that narcissists look for in their romantic partner and needless to say, his wife occupies the role of a perfect mother who never punishes him, never show him that he is wrong, enables his flawed and delusional behavior, etc.

I don't believe for a second when his mother said to the camera that she 'never saw any signs that he would end up doing what he did', telling the interviewer that Varg had always been 'a sweet little boy that wouldn't get in trouble' and all that stuff because there are always signs, absolutely always. You don't just go out of the blue to burn down churches. This type of behaviour doesn't install overnight. You always start with small, miniscule offends, and you build up your courage to go further and further. And I won't even start on how arson is , in most cases, the number one offence preferred by juveniles. So, there must have been signs, but of course that admitting this to the camera would put her in a bad light and it would be threatening for her image. But lying is lying. I know I cannot prove that she's lying in any way, neither I cannot disprove that she is lying, but look at what her son did and judge for yourself.

She seems highly narcissistic to me. I won't comment on her look, but she seems very preoccupied with how she presents herself.. I will leave you with this. The way she speaks is very light compared to the gravity of the subject and there are many more things that I could point out, but this answer would be too long.

Anyway, considering that Varg ended up like this, it's very likely that he experienced a lot of emotional inconsistency from his emotionally 'Dead Mother' (I will use Andre Green's terminology because it suits her well) and a harsh, unemotional, unavailable treatment from his father.

The fact that his parents divorced is also a big indicator of incompatibility, which will leave an everlasting mark on their children. (thing that happened with Per Ohlin also in his own case)

Now Varg talks nicely about his family on Twitter and in his books because, like all narcissists, he has to maintain a fantasy that he had it all perfect, that he is the product of a wonderful marriage that never ever went wrong and other delusions like this that will help him sleep better at night. Reality is hard and cruel and we all know that Varg is 'too privileged' to live in the real world and realize the contemporary mockery that became.

It is very possible that his parents persuaded him and his brother to be in competition with one another, stirring up even more envy in Varg and adding layers to his inferiority complex. We might never know for sure, but we can observe the direction in which Varg (possibly the family's 'scapegoat') went.

Again, the fact that he talks nicely in his books about all of his family is nothing but smoke and mirrors because he has to sell a certain image to his audience.

This is extremely long, but I can't be succinct when coming to psychology lol. That's my take.

[strawberry-cowmilk]

shopping assistant

-> lucifer x mc

-> mc goes shopping with lucifer

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read

a/n: this is very self indulgent hehe, also I've never written the word 'bag' down so often before and yes I'm still alive and will get to requests!!

content warnings: mc kind of has certain personality traits?? as in they like to shop and go a little crazy in malls I guess, lucifer and mc are already in a relationship, soft lucifer (??), this is kinda low quality honestly

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Diavolo recently opened a huge indoor mall in the Devildom. It has a lot of great stores and cafès, Majolish has some serious concurrention now. You, as an avid mall enjoyer, are of course dying to visit the place but since it's so popular and newly opened, it's been insanely crowded for a good while, especially around the time most were free.

Lucifer feels like he's been neglecting you a little lately, so he decided to surprise you. He talked it out with Diavolo, you and himself now have a day off from RAD, and Lucifer is planning on taking you to the mall. Since it's at a relatively quiet time, you will at least be able to see where you're walking.

'Lucifer! How does this look?' you beamed at your lover, who was sitting on the little couch outside of the fitting room, holding five full shopping bags and a coffee. Normally, Lucifer would never be the type to carry anyone's bags. One time Lucifer had a ton of shopping to do for some RAD event and made Mammon and Beel tag along just to hold all luggage. But it's different when it comes to you, though he'll deny it anytime anyone brings it up, he just offered to hold your bags because there were too many of them for one human to hold! Totally not because this is one of his ways of saying 'I love you'. The avatar of pride eyed your outfit up and down before smirking. 'It looks great, Mc.' despite your sweet smile, you kind of feel bad for him though, watching him sit there with all those paper bags. Was he having fun too?

You called out to Lucifer while you were changing back into your clothes. 'Hey, why don't you let me carry some of the bags?' immediately you got a hard 'no' as a response. Every time you'd ask why, Lucifer had an excuse ready to go, 'there's too many of them' or 'they'd get in your way as you're searching the clothing racks'. When you paid for your clothes at the checkout, Lucifer would instantly take the bag from the cashier, who was handing it to you. Suddenly you got a great idea, you grabbed onto a part of Lucifer's arm that wasn't posing as a makeshift rack and led him to a certain store, your footsteps creating a satisfying tapping sound against the marble floor. It was subtle, but you could see the surprise in Lucifer's gaze as he stared at the shop before him, his eyes softened as he laid them upon you. Clearly he likes the record store you led him to.

'Thank you, I didn't even know this mall had such a store.' perhaps Diavolo added it just for his friend? You giggled at the almost childlike excitement that was hidden in your pride demon's expression.

'I'll hold the bag containing everything you get from here!'

'No, not a chance, Mc.'

[finniestoncrane]

Unexpected Exhibitionist

Young Justice!Riddler x GN!Reader, word count: 4k commission: a particularly fun commission from a wonderful friend, featuring an au where all the riddlers co-exist, and sweet yj!eddie is teased riiiiiiiight in front of them all, or at least, digitally 💚 commission me here! request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: teasing, oral sex, exhibitionism in a way!, sex on camera... kind of! (should be gn!reader but let me know if i've missed something obvious)

Eddie so very rarely asked to have some space from you. Only when he was focusing on something complicated or exceptionally important would he ever think of asking you to give him an hour to himself. And even though he had asked for permission to spend the morning alone in his office, you were prepared to deny him that, if only for the sake of checking up on him.

He hated when you fussed, of course, believing that he wasn’t worth the attention, or that he should be the one fussing over you, and while you were usually ok with being fawned over him and offering your support from a distance when requested, today was different.

There was a conference call, with the other Riddlers. A teleconference? Or a… you weren’t sure what the name of an interdimensional meet-up between several super-villains of the same ilk would be, if you were honest. But what you did know was that it had been driving Eddie insane with anxiety lately. And you felt it was your responsibility to try and cheer him up, or at least distract him for a little bit to make sure he was prepared for the afternoon. So you crept into his office, watching him type furiously as he wiped his brow of sweat, trying to think of what the best way to interrupt him might be.

With a hand placed on his shoulder, you squeezed it softly and let your fingers linger as you spoke.

“You busy, Eddie?”

Immediately ceasing the almost relentless and steady typing at his computer, Eddie turned to you, pushing his glasses up his nose with his finger and focusing his attention completely on your waiting smile.

“Never too busy for you! Do you… need something? Anything?”

He checked the clock on the wall, then the clock on the screen, then his watch on his wrist. A nervous habit he’d developed since cohabiting with you. When he was alone, it was easy to get distracted. To spend hours and hours, sometimes close to a full day, without stopping, speaking, bodily functions and needs tended to on autopilot. But he was trying his hardest to take breaks. Partly, because you told him it was good for him to stop, and that you wanted him to be healthy and happy. Mostly, because he wanted to spend every second he could with you, cherishing those moments, still in disbelief that you would give him the chance to.

Smiling at you awkwardly, hoping he hadn’t been neglecting you for too long, he turned the chair around. He was well aware that you could feed yourself, grab a drink when you needed one. But he liked to do things for you, to tend to you, care for you, spoil you almost. Like a princess. And the idea that you had been sitting around hungry or thirsty or tired or bored made him feel horrendously guilty.

“Yeah, dummy. I need you! I missed you.”

You offered him a warm smile, narrowing your eyes softly at him as you stepped closer, seating yourself on his lap, hands moving straight to his tie. You teased it, running your fingers up and down it as you watched the movements. Eddie’s eyes bore into you, watching your face as you took him in. he marvelled at the way you could look at him with such adoration, he’d never experienced anything quite like it. His hands fell to your waist, shifting slightly to offer you more space on his thighs, the grip on you light, but protective.

With a soft giggle, you squirmed a little, writhing against him as you brought your cheek to his, your lips close to his ear as you sighed, a quiet moan as you felt him against you, a definite stiffness growing as you let your fingers trail along his neck and through his hair.

As much as Eddie savoured your affections, physical or otherwise, he knew if he didn’t stop you now then he’d be drawn into you, unable to focus on anything else. He wasn’t too busy to get you a drink or hug you, but he was very aware that he had an appointment coming up shortly, an important video call, and he couldn’t miss it. He hated himself for what he was about to do, but it had to be done.

Eddie cleared his throat and leaned back.

“I can’t believe I am about to say this, but I’ll have to take a raincheck on this amazing… hug?”

“Could’ve been more.”

You winked playfully, but you were still disappointed. You didn’t question him, you knew he wouldn’t turn you down for just anything.

“I have the… the big conference call, with the others.”

“Oh! Well, of course you can’t miss that.”

Eddie winced at the thought, and you stood up from his lap, letting him turn the chair back around.

“You look tense though, Eddie.”

You rubbed at his shoulders, feeling your stomach flutter when he groaned in pleasure at the touch.

“I am… I’m nervous… I wish I could just distract myself, or have something to distract me during this. Something to take the edge off. I feel like they’re all so much more… qualified than me. That they have something I don’t.”

It hurt you to see him so dejected, to be questioning himself. It was easy to understand him. He was a lot quieter than the others. No less capable about being arrogant in his intellectual prowess, but not as cruel or loud as the others about his achievements and intelligence. He had informed you a few times before, but not in detail, about his hang-ups with his fellow Riddlers, that they were more infamous in their respective universes, that they had more power, more criminal achievements. But you were very aware that there was one thing he had that they didn’t. He had you.

“Is there anything I can do to help? Anything at all?”

You winked playfully, watching his mouth twitch as it tried to force a smile.

“I uh… you could stand there and look pretty, that always helps me. But it might bore you when we get down to business.”

“I could listen to you talk for hours, Eddie. Your lips look so pretty when you’re talking about your plans.”

There was an audible gulp as Eddie swallowed his nerves, his brain, usually so quick and competent, struggling to keep up with your flirtatious conversation. He was so nervous around you, even still, and the innocent and almost terrified way he tried to flirt gave you butterflies and made you fall in love with him even more each time.

You could tell he was running out of things to say though, so you put him out of his misery and offered up your services to him.

“Well, Eddie. I’m sure I can think of something to help you relax… and I promise I won’t get in the way of your prep for the meeting.”

Sinking to your knees you crawled around the chair and under the desk, where you settled on your heels. Your palms, firm against him, stroked up his thighs towards his crotch, where his pants were beginning to tent even at this slight touch. You couldn’t help yourself, unable to supress the delighted giggle which came out at how quickly you were able to have him aroused and at full attention.

“Oh, my! You’re certainly excited at least… maybe not quite relaxed yet, but we’re heading in the right direction, I suppose.”

Your fingers were twitching as you reached for the fly of his pants, undoing the metal button and unzipping them before tugging to pull them down. The delightful bulge sat between the opening in the fabric, covered by his boxers which you smiled at, noting that they were his lucky green ones. He really was nervous about this meeting. He was so entirely sweet and adorable, and the fact that his logical brain still relied on superstition and ritual at times when he was particularly worried or anxious made your heart leap in your chest. There wasn’t anything you wouldn’t do to help him through this, it was just lucky that the method you knew best was one that would satisfy you too.

Running your fingers along the elastic band at the top of his boxers, you hummed in satisfaction as you watched his cock twitch, suppressed by the fabric, desperate to be free, aching for your direct touch. You ran a finger over the top of his boxers, feeling his length tense up, jerking softly below the tickling sensation. Another giggle fell over your lips, sultry and coloured in your own obvious arousal. You licked at your lips and swallowed the gathering saliva, noting that you were drooling at just the idea of tasting his cock, having it, thick and hard against your tongue, choking you as you tried to take as much of it in as possible.

You couldn’t put it off any longer. As much as you wanted to tease, to take it slowly and offer a relaxing pace, you needed to at least hold his cock in your hands. You needed to feel him, skin against skin.

“Oh… oh! Are you… are you going to uh… oh wow! You are!”

As his boxers shifted down over his cock, it bounced free completely, sweetly coloured the same as his skin, his head a flushed pink that glistened with precum, and the tuft of trimmed but still wild pubic hair that topped it looked soft to the touch. With your drool threatening to spill over your lips, you licked them and let your tongue drag up from the base of Eddie’s twitching length to the tip, where you flicked your tongue swiftly. At the sound of his whimper, you wrapped your lips around the tip and hollowed your cheeks, sucking as you hummed in satisfaction, finally having him in your mouth.

His chest rose and fell sporadically, as though he were having to manually breathe in and out, his usual instincts inhibited by the flustered pleasure that coursed through him in heavy waves. Each time he opened his eyes to look down at you, he was sent writhing once more, the sultry way you stared at him driving him wild, insane even, at the notion someone as attractive as you would look at him as though not only were he somehow equally sexy, but that just the act of pleasuring him was enough to get you off.

Which it was. Testament to this, you could feel your underwear starting to dampen, soaked in your slick as you found yourself groaning with Edward’s thick, turgid cock stretching your mouth, pressing on your tongue, the almost sweet taste of his skin clashing with the salted flavour of his precum.

A shrill sound interrupted Eddie’s soft moans as you serviced him, tinkling out loud in the room. Choking on a gasp, you could feel Eddie shuffling around.

“Oh-oh god… it’s them… it’s early? I got the time wrong?”

“What are you going to do?”

“I don’t… you have to… I can’t do this while you’re there!”

“But you’re nervous! I’m helping!”

You smiled up at him, teasing slightly, it was impossible not to. He was so cute when he was flustered, and flustered was better than terrified. So you reached up and hit the enter button.

“No! Nooo-uh, hello!”

The screen was filled with the faces of the other Riddlers, each of them keen to begin their discussions, to hear Arkham’s plans which he had assured them all was the definite end to their problem, the Batman.

“How are we all doing today, my… colleagues.”

Eddie tensed in the chair as you returned your hands to his cock, taking it in your grasp, both fists lining the shaft as you pumped it slowly, languid strokes that made him gasp and stutter as he uttered his hellos over the camera.

“Are we all feeling ok?”

“Heh-ye-Es.”

His voice squeaked on the words, and you stifled a giggle at his reaction, cock throbbing against your palms. Desperately trying to compose himself, he sat up straighter in the chair, thick length writhing in your hands as you shuffled closer to him, your palms tracking up his thighs and pulling at his hips. With a soft exhale, you let your warm breath tickle over his skin, before your lips found his head, closing over it again.

As calm as he was able to be, Eddie focused, unblinking, on the camera as he tried his best to listen to what Arkham and the others were saying. It was impossible to go too long without his mind drifting back to what was happening under the desk. Your sweet mouth opening as wide as you could make it to allow him to slide effortlessly to the back of your tongue. Your fingers, gentle and delicate as you cupped his balls, squeezing softly as you continued to suck his cock against his squirming.

“Edward, are you quite alright? I don’t expect much from you all, given that I am the superior Riddler here, but I would at least hope that your feeble mind could pay attention for more than thirty seconds at a time.”

Swallowing his nerves, and trying to suppress his desperate arousal that was building in his chest, Edward stuttered over his words.

“I’m… I’m here- I mean, I’m fine… I mean, it’s ok. I’m paying attention. Sorry. Sorry.”

“Are you sure, it appears that you have something else on your mind.”

“No, I assure you I’m f-HUH-ine… ahem…”

Feigning a cough, Eddie tried to cover the pitch-shifting in his voice. He was bad at deflecting though, and the more he tried to encourage everyone to move on, the more they seemed to be focused on him. Especially when the more sympathetic of his fellow Riddlers were keen to make sure he was ok before continuing their master plan discussions.

“Eddie, are you sure you’re ok? You look awful sweaty…”

Gotham was stretching in his seat, straining to get closer to the camera. Dano’s face curled into one of worry and concern as he chimed in.

“And your face is flushed. Are you hot? You might be coming down with something. You could turn your camera off if you’re feeling uncomfortable being on with us all when you’re-”

“NO! This is far too important for anyone to be given an excuse to stop listening.”

Arkham was furious at the suggestion, his screen shaking briefly as he slammed his fist down onto the table he sat at.

“No muting. No turning the cameras off. Every single one of you needs to be held accountable and be paying attention completely. I won’t let any single one of you fall behind and cause this plan to crumble apart. Not when my name is so clearly attached to it.”

Holding in a mischievous giggle, you hollowed your cheeks, slurping louder than you meant to, aware that there was every chance it was heard over the microphone. But no one said anything, and Eddie covered it with another cough.

As you let the teeth on your lower jaw graze along the underside of his length, you could feel him tensing, breath hitching at the slight tingling of pain you knew he enjoyed far more than he could admit to. Quick to try and prevent any further embarrassment, or reason for the others to suspect that something untoward may be happening, Eddie clamped his hands over his mouth. Though he realised this in itself was perhaps a strange movement, so putting his less than admirable acting skills to practice, he let out a dramatic and very obviously fake yawn.

A few of the faces on the screen looked on in confusion, some with concern. Arkham, of course, glared down the lens in oblivious rage. Concerningly, to Eddie, both Zero Year and Unburied wore a slight, knowing smirk. He tried to convince himself that there was no way they could know, to keep himself calm. But it was so obvious, their expressions so telling. They might not know exactly what was happening, but they had an inkling that all was not well on Eddie’s side of the camera. Or all was perhaps a little too well.

You laid off a little, letting your hands stroke him softly and slowly to offer some reprieve when you heard Arkham barking over the speakers.

“Are you completely incompetent? I find it hard to believe that you share anything in common with even these idiots, let alone with me! But, since you’re so insistent on being the focus of the attention, perhaps you would like to inform us of your progress with your part of the plan.”

“I… uh…”

Eddie stammered nervously, fully aware of your mischievous nature and knowing this might be the thing that pushed him over the edge. How much could he conceal if he was the only one talking? The focus of every pair of eyes on the call? Not much, he imagined.

“Did you forget, Edward, that we were all going to present our own progress today? Was it too taxing for you to do the work and remember? Next time, I will take that on board. I will remember how little you are capable of taking on.”

Eddie let out a brief sigh of relief, which choked in his throat with a squeal as you ran your thumb over the flushed, reddening head of his cock.

“But! Due to the nature of today’s call, the sheer importance, and the fact that you have already disappointed me and disrupted the flow, I will insist that you please, present your no doubt lacklustre and pointless information to us immediately.”

With his stomach lurching, Eddie tried to gaze down at you, meeting your eyes as you peered up at him just below the table’s edge. You wore a grin that told him you weren’t going to make this easy. And it was already difficult. He could feel himself throbbing, his palms sweating, as he watched your hands caressing his length, your eyes staring, unblinking, directly into his.

When he realised that you had been commanding his attention long enough for it to be questionable to the others as to why he had been staring at his lap for so long, he managed to pull himself away from the view. With an awkward smile and a strangled laugh, he cleared his throat and pulled up his notes.

“Well, as you all know, it’s been a long and difficult process to get us all together and able to work on this. I have been trying my hardest to make sure that ah-ha-AH-ah-ah-I’ve-ah… choo?”

Arkham furrowed his brow as Eddie failed miserably to cover his heightened moaning with a pathetic attempt at a fake sneeze, ready to begin yet another rant aimed at Eddie’s assumed idiocy, but not before Zero Year chimed in.

“What’s wrong with you, Eddie? Got something on your mind?”

Zero Year recognised the facial expressions, the sounds. How could he not? He spent his days browsing lazily, one hand on his mouse or holding his phone, the other wrapped around his stubby cock as he gazed at the sordid imagery on various porn sites. He was well aware of what was happening, even if he couldn’t believe it.

At first, he had assumed that Eddie was masturbating during the meeting, that he’d gone a little bit insane and felt it was worth the risk. But, and despite his complete disbelief in this, he’d settled on the idea that there was someone else with Eddie, someone hidden below the screen, or below the desk, and they were the one behind his growing arousal and imminent climax. Of course, Zero Year was infuriated by this, his jealousy fuelling his decision to make matters far worse for Eddie as he sat, writhing and tensing on the other side of the screen, trying to hold himself together.

Unburied had similarly come to the conclusion that Eddie’s odd behaviour was at the hands, quite literally, of someone else who was currently providing a very well-received service to him, either as a tease or as part of an experiment in exhibitionism. Although, he doubted that Eddie was that adventurous, which was a correct assumption. Your shy, nervous, sweet Eddie was too much of a rule follower to allow himself the pleasure of being this risky. You, on the other hand, were far more willing to be a bit naughty, and you were happy to drag Eddie kicking and screaming along for the ride.

As the sweat began to fall from Eddie’s forehead to his brows, his upper-lip now coated in the sheen also, Unburied and Zero Year let loose a barrage of false concern for him. All eyes were focused on him now, with Arkham staring furiously, his face getting redder and his voice getting louder behind the persistent questioning and mocking jeers of the others. He had picked up on the suggestions, and was nearing nuclear levels of rage at Eddie, who was beginning to feel himself coming undone under the pressure and the weight of your tongue and lips against his desperate cock.

You could almost taste his release, feel each miniscule twitch of the veins around his length against your tongue as Eddie bit his lip, wailing out loud, trying to cover his sounds of growing pain and pleasure with stammered words he never quite managed to complete.

“I… I ha-ha… have… I have to… I have to g-go…”

“Don’t you dare hang up this call, Edward. I will see to it that you never join us for another plan. You’ll be an embarrassment to the moniker, The Riddler and I’ll ensure that everyone knows it.”

“Yeah, c’mon Eddie. Whatever it is, just let it out. We’re all friends here.”

The cruelly curled smirk on Zero Year’s lips still wasn’t enough to hold Eddie’s orgasm back. He could feel it rising, cock moist and warm in your mouth, ready to release his seed in an explosive and embarrassing show.

“I have to! I can’t!”

Eddie reached his hands up to the table, clearly taking the risk that Arkham’s threats were empty, intent on hanging up on the call anyway before he made a mess of himself, and your face, on camera. But you were quick to intercept, your fingers tight around his wrists as you held his hands below the chair. He didn’t have the strength to fight you, his hole body was trembling. This was exciting. A complete turn on. At your mercy, embarrassed in front of his peers, yes. But also, displaying a sense of dominance before them. What one of them could say they had someone on their knees in front of them, making sure their cock was wet and empty while they worked diligently on their plans.

The thought alone was enough to push him over the edge and he let forth a shrill squeal than fell to a guttural growl as he came. You moaned, muffled, in surprise as you tried to swallow his load, but it was powerful, plentiful, and you could feel it dripping down over your lips and down your chin as it kept coming.

Though you couldn’t see it, you could accurately picture the result of Eddie’s orgasm. His own face, slick with sweat, a half-smile with heavy lidded eyes as he tried to catch his breath. The others, unsure of whether to look away so as not to see, or to pretend like nothing had happened.

And Arkham, who was staring directly down the lens, teeth bared in a snarl. Part jealousy, part disbelief, part genuine fury that there was a Riddler out there who was willing to give in to such human urges during the most important part of their work together so far.

Wiping your face with your sleeve, you placed kisses along Eddie’s thighs and shuffled out from under the desk, making sure you weren’t visible on camera. It would be better to leave it as an uncertainty, a mystery. At least until next time. You might be kind enough to introduce yourself then.

[irradiatedsnakes]

i need to know more about pennybun i have fallen deeply in love

PENNY MY BEST FRIEND PENNY!!!!

(by @/skypiea)

penny is my first tav and i love her. she's a white dragonborn circle of the spores druid. i finished her first playthrough a couple weeks back, and i've started on a second playthrough with her! slightly edited, and now that i understand more about the game and the story i'm refining her character and story. i missed a lot of stuff on that first playthrough!

pennybun's name comes from the mushroom, by the way. i'd decided on that before i knew that there was a mushroom-themed druid circle in this game, i was GOING to choose moon, but, like. it's perfect. penny buns aka porcini aka king bolete aka Boletus edulis are an edible mushroom that symbioses with the roots of pine trees. they're part of my research and they're quite adorable

she's from a circle of druids located in the shelterwood- a dense forest near baldur's gate. she grew up in the city proper- or at least, on the edges of it- before moving out to the woods to pursue life as a druid.

she's solidly good-aligned- as my first playthrough, her story is kind of the best-case-scenario for everything, savescumming the hell out of some fights (good god the last light fight with marcus). everybody gets their good ending, everybody gets saved, that kind of deal.

she had a generally good relationship with everyone in the party, but gale, wyll, and karlach are her best mates for sure. i missed out on romancing karlach the first go around, but we're doing it on penny's second save file. it's happening.

she's also quite close with shadowheart, especially after the events of act ii. her relationship with lae'zel is more tense.. but i'm still working on figuring out that exact trajectory- missing a lot of lae'zel's storyline was one of the biggest mistakes i made in the first go-around. she and astarion never get close, but there's not any malice there, either.

she's good friends with jaheira, the two get along like a house on fire, and she looks up to jaheira a lot. she didn't have a lot of time to get to know minsc and boo, but they were plenty friendly in the short time they crossed paths. halsin, i need to work on, i also kind of fucked up his stuff first go-around by neglecting to fix the shadowlands. to be updated when i reach act ii in Penny The Sequel.

overall, penny's a big ol goody-two-shoes. she wants to help as many people as she possibly can, and feels a massive weight on her shoulders because of it, having been thrust into this leadership role by apparent pure chance.

while i'm still working it out, the central theme of pennybun's story is trust, and who she puts it in. an early decision i made before knowing anything about the story was that penny trusts the Mysterious Dream Guardian completely and totally, which made for some EXTREMELY fun character moments later on- utilizing the tadpoles (her and gale both), becoming partial illithid, and eventually in act 3 losing her trust in and culminating with her turning on the emperor, plus her own ceremorphosis to wield the netherstones against the netherbrain.

gear-wise, she uses the default druid armor for most of the game, switching to the armor of the sporekeeper in act 3. she assembles the mourning frost in the underdark in act 1 and it remains her favored weapon for the rest of the game. she also wears the key of the ancients, and just before the start of the finale gains the nymph cloak.

other assorted Penny Facts:

she keeps a detailed log of every camp dinner the group has. good food is very important

she has a soft spot for parasites. part of why she was receptive to the idea of utilizing the tadpoles, and also part of why she lets astarion take a bite from time to time.

she got her eye poked out by volo

she has a -1 int modifier

she's a lot keener on necromancy than you might expect a druid to be. she views necromancy and the undead (for the most part) as a natural part of the cycle of life- after all, everything will eventually return to the dirt to be eaten by the fungi and the other decomposers, no matter how prolonged it is.

it is imperative that all her friends (karlach excluded for reason of cool hair) wear fun hats. ive posted about The Hat Tax before but everyone in the party gets a funny hat. it's so important.

she's my best friend and i love her

[purpleheartskies]

Happy Father's Day!... but not to Robby's "father", Johnny Lawrence. He doesn't deserve the honor of that title: "father" or "dad".

You know, in s5e9, Johnny told Chozen,

"My whole life was haunted by one stupid kick. I thought if I could go back in time, do things different, dodge it, block it, my life would be fixed. The kick wasn't the problem. I had to stop focusing on what was behind. Start looking at what was in front of me." [points at Carmen]

Johnny made this decision in s3e10, when he left Robby behind with Kreese and did nothing to make things right with Robby. Robby was in Cobra Kai with Johnny's abuser who had strangled him twice, and Johnny made no attempts to convince Robby to leave Cobra Kai. Instead, Johnny just got impotent over Miguel hanging out with Daniel and was making his favorite dinner to coax him back to him. (Johnny trying to convince Robby in s4e4 doesn't count because Robby is the one who came to him for that conversation, and Johnny didn't even care to really listen to what Robby was saying to him.)

In contrast to Johnny, in s5e9, Robby went to Cobra Kai and took a stand against freaking Silver to make things right with Tory and Kenny:

"I came here to apologize. I let you down. Turned my back on you. I didn't understand at the time but I realize I was wrong. I shouldn't have just left. I should have taken you all with me. Everything you're taught here is bullshit. There is pain in this dojo and it's built upon fear, because this man is not your sensei, he is your enemy. But it's not too late. You're not past the point of no return. And I promise, there's still another way."

Wouldn't it have been amazing if Johnny had done this for Robby when Robby was in Cobra Kai? But, no. Johnny didn't do this. He had decided to "stop focusing on what was behind. Start looking at what was in front of [him]." s5 was even worse for Johnny and Robby and was sad, sad proof that Johnny isn't worthy of being a father/dad to anyone. Silver spoke truth: Johnny will screw up another kid.

In s4e4, Johnny dismissed Robby when Robby told him:

"For as long as I can remember, I've been afraid... afraid that I'm gonna end up like you. But that's not gonna be my fear anymore... because I am better than you."

Johnny once told Miguel that he can be better than Johnny, but Johnny freaking turned Robby away when Robby said that he is better than Johnny. In s5e9, Robby proved once again that he is better than Johnny. Hell, even Dom in Fast X, a ridiculous character in a ridiculous, over-the-top movie franchise with bad writing and retcons galore, has the right idea about fatherhood. Dom said about his son: "Pass it down. Each generation, better than the last... That's fatherhood." and "You will be better than me." Johnny never passed down anything to Robby, other than the generational trauma. Johnny never cared or thought to teach Robby anything. Instead, Johnny replaced Robby with a "second chance" and passed down his legacy to that "second chance". Johnny has been choosing that "second chance" over Robby ever since. In s5, Johnny encouraged that "second chance" to use that legacy against Robby (apartment fight). Johnny's also getting ready for his "third chance", all while continuing to neglect and abuse Robby so that Johnny can feel better about his failures with Robby.

One question for s6 is "Will Johnny ever put his "real" son above his own ego for good?"

[creampie-capital]

║The Half-Fae Police man║║━ Pt. 3 ━║

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Male Monster x Fem! Reader

Word count║23,548

The Devil May Lick Me Masterlist ━━━➤ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐌𝐞

↳ ║The Half-Fae Police man║║━ Pt. 1 ━║

↳ ║The Half-Fae Police man║║━ Pt. 2 ━║

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Photo Reference Cred ━━━➤ Found on Pinterest, so I'm unable to cred the artist. If you know who created the image, please let me know.

Do not steal, copy, or repost anywhere. My work is currently on both CREAMPIE_CAPITAL on wattpad and Imtropicalbaby on Quotev. If posted on another account or website, please report and notify me immediately.

Now onto the story :)

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"You're kidding!"

Ambrose grinned while shutting his rust-red eyes and leaning in the booth. "I cannot lie, my love." He hums.

A frown replaced the smile that was once on your lips while you settled down your half-eaten burger. "I know we've been together for some months, but moving in? Isn't that a little too fast?" You murmur carefully, although you can't help but feel warm from his dedication to your relationship.

The police chief shrugged his shoulders like it were not such a significant matter. He merely munched on a few of those deliciously salty and crunchy fries while continuing his handsome smile.

"I suppose it is a little fast, but honestly, I'm f*ckin stressed with you still working all those jobs and staying in that bad part of town." The half-Fae states. "You're still pushing yourself like you've got fines to pay, and the idea of still working to the bone makes me feel like an incompetent boyfriend."

You hum in acknowledgment before reaching over to hold his free hand. He's quick to respond, rubbing his thumb over the burn scar in soft, tender strokes.

"If I move in with you, then I'll feel like I'm mooching off of you. You're already well off, so how will I contribute? And then there's Tyrion, and he's already in the middle of his semester. And-And then there's also my dad-"

"(Y/n)." He cuts you off and squeezes your conjoined hands. Your lips purse curtly while your shoulders sag. "I know it's a lot and a bit fast in our relationship, but I'm only offering it because I care and want to make things as easy as possible for you." The man suddenly grins again and presses one of his fries to your lips. "If it makes you feel any better, I've already mentioned the idea to Tyrion, and he was on board."

You sigh but munch on the delicacy. "Of course he is. What sixteen-year-old would give up the chance to live in a mansion and be catered to by servants?"

Continuing to feed you his fries, the police officer nods his head in agreement before resuming his persuasion. "You don't need to make your decision now, but the offer will always be on the table. If you do, then you'll have the chance to do whatever you like finally. Maybe a hobby or a sport. Baby, it can be anything that you want now that you finally have the time to be selfish."

His offer is very tempting, and it is not something you can just disregard or tell him no. For years now, you have been working day and night to cover all kinds of bills and necessities.

The selfish ideas of ever continuing your education or finding a career you'd enjoy were so very distant that they would have not even existed at all.

But it has been so long that you really do not know what you would like to do. What do you even like? What is there to do if you had all that free time?

And there was also the situation with your father. He's a terrible human being who abused and neglected his ex-wife and children. His jealousy and obsession ate him alive and turned him into a repulsive creature who was left to rot in his room.

But even as awful as he was, the man was still your father. And you know just because you share the same blood doesn't mean you have to care, but you cannot help it.

If you were to kick him out of the house and have him fend for himself, he'd be homeless and jobless on the streets. Always drunk and highly inebriated, he could easily be killed or taken advantage of.

You hated him for how he treated Tyrion, but abandoning him would make you feel just like your estranged mother. And you'd rather be caught dead than be anything like that woman.

"Alright, Ambrose. I'll think about it."

The half-Fae appears to grimace as you speak his name. He raises your conjoined hands to his face, where he allows your fingers to graze over his warm lips. "Can you also think about calling me something other than my name? I'm your boyfriend. After all, be a little more loving."

"Okay, then I call you my moneybag."

Ambrose shrugs his shoulder but sighs with a lopsided smile. "A wins a win."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

The fragrance of curry fills the kitchen first before invading every room of your home. A random video plays from your laptop on one of the counters.

It was one of those rare nights you had off from the hostess club, Sin Maria. Usually, you'd retire to your bedroom to get extra sleep, but considering the fact that it has been a while since you've cooked, it would be nice to make something fresh.

Though your cooking usually clears your head, you can't help but continue to think about Ambrose's offer a week ago. You still haven't provided him with a clear answer, and you really don't think you can any time soon.

Your gaze wanders across the kitchen walls to the tiled floors. There were so many memories in this place, many before your mother left that have you standing there missing the nostalgia.

Never had you ever given the thought of leaving this place. It was your childhood home, and as someone that didn't like change, you preferred what was familiar.

You sigh and lower the turner to simmer, and begin washing the dishes. Tyrion and Ambrose should be home soon, and they're probably starving.

The policeman was already so f*cking big, so it was a no-brainer that he ate just as much. And your brother was still a growing boy but towered over you like you were the younger one.

Even if you ate like them, you'd never reach their height or build.

"We're back!"

Tyrion's muffled voice from the foyer brings you back from your thoughts. "Hi, boys. Everything went okay?" You ask while finishing the dishes.

You can hear their heavy footsteps near, and when your partner's warm hands caress your hips and kiss just below your jaw, you practically melt.

Who would have thought there would be a man out there that holds you close and make you forget all your worries?

Definitely not you.

"Thank god(s) you made curry. I wanted something thick and filling." Tyrion murmurs as he removes his jacket and shuffles onto the high chair at the island.

"Lucky sh*t," Ambrose whispers before leaning down to kiss your lips real quick. "I'd love to stay for supper tonight, but I've got a family dinner with my relatives."

You feel slightly dejected and disheartened, but you push it aside. He wasn't your first love, but he still tends to make you feel like a young girl obsessed with her relationship.

"I see. I hope everything goes alright. Just keep me updated, okay?" Although you try to hide it, you know the older man can tell you are upset.

He tends to know your emotions better than you do.

One of his hands rises to caress your face as his rust-red eyes meet yours. He's in his officer uniform with his dark bomber jacket still on. Even his utility belt with his weapon and cuffs was still around his hips.

"I'll make it up by cooking for you next week when I sleep over. It'll be your favorite meal and everything."

You attempt to fight a smile, but you cannot hide it from him. Nodding your head, he places a lingering kiss on your lips before peering over at your brother.

"Take care of your sister, yeah? I'll be over tomorrow morning to pick you up for work." He states. Tyrion nods his head with an exhausted expression but does not fight back like he used to.

He's gotten the hang of his new schedule, and though he likes to complain about being babysat, you know he genuinely enjoys working beside the police chief.

With the larger man leaving, it was just the two of you left in the kitchen.

"How big of a bowl do you want, Tyrion?"

"A big one with a lot of rice."

It's nice and comfortable as the both of you settle in the living room on the couch. You put on a show that you usually watched for dinner and ate in a cozy silence.

When you were nearly done with your meal, your brother began to speak up.

"I'm ready for a new change." He abruptly murmurs with his green eyes still focused on the screen.

You swallow the bite in your mouth and shift your body to face him. "Hmm, what do you mean?"

He doesn't respond at first before laying down his empty bowl on the coffee table. "I mean... It would be a good idea to accept Ambrose's offer. If we move, then I'll have to change schools, but honestly, I don't mind. I'd rather go somewhere else where no one knows me than stay at the academy with people that look at me like I'm just a problem every day."

Tyrion sighs and leans back in his seat. "Everyone knows what happened at Everlong Crest. The kids talk about me behind my back everywhere I go, and since the news reported that we were affiliated with the Rigels, they want to get close to me to be near his money." You can hear the exhaustion in his voice and feel his sincerity. "I hate this place. I hate my used-to-be friends. I really don't want to be here anymore."

You don't know what to say. There has been a lot you've done for the benefit of your brother, and putting him in that overly-expensive academy was one of your ways to give him a better future.

Your eyes descend from his face to your left arm, where the burn scars are visible.

For as long as you can remember, you've done everything on your own.

The thought of asking others for helping or accepting others' generosity would make you sick to your stomach. People could easily take advantage of your need for help and spin it around on you.

Just like your desperation months ago to pay for the fine.

Sometimes, you swear you can still smell the stench of your burning flesh, a horror that still keeps you up at night.

"Tyrion.." You sigh and set your bowl down as well to scoot closer to your sibling. He refuses to look at you, even as you grasp his hand and hold it tight. "Are you sure? We'll be moving to a whole new area. You'll be put in a new private academy in the middle of your school year. And we'll be using Ambrose's generosity. Who knows what-"

"Do you really think Ambrose would manipulate us just because he's helping?" The green-eyed boy questioned as he finally turned to face you. "He's not like everyone else who has hurt us. I trust him."

Your lips are pursed tightly together as you take in his words. Ever since the fire at Everlong Crest, you've become even more closed off from asking for help. That fear of being lied to and betrayed still lingers so heavily in the back of your head.

It was your own flesh and blood that looked you in the eyes and said you should be thankful for her help.

"I...I'm still thinking about it. Quitting all my jobs and moving everything we have into Ambrose's home feels like we're intruding. He already has everything that it's hard to help or offer assistance in anything."

Nodding his head of dark hair, the boy descends slowly until his head rests on your lap, and he covers his face with his arms. It's dark in the living room except for the glowing light of the Tv.

There's a lot to think about...can you really be selfish and leave everything behind to be cared for and pampered by Ambrose Rigel? Will he ever betray you? Will he ever threaten his support to get you to do what he wants?

You love him, that is for sure, and if anything were ever to happen...you don't know how you will ever make it through.

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Your stomach rolled and coiled, and sweat beaded down the side of your face as your right leg bounced against the floor in an erratic manner.

In the meeting room, your coworkers sat around, either bored or exhausted, whilst your manager dragged on about the monthly production rating.

His voice was mind-numbing, and the sound was annoying you more than anything. Everything seemed to aggravate you like a pot of hot water about to boil over.

The cathartic taps of rain against the office windows had your fingers twitching and desiring to form into a fist. Beeping and mechanic whirring from the printers and scanners could have blown your damn eardrums apart.

"-/n). (Y/n)...(Y/n)!"

Like being pulled out of the water, your eyes flung to your manager's hazel ones as he frowned beneath his beard.

"I-I'm sorry, what were yous saying?" You ask after clearing your throat and anxiously smoothing out the ends of your pencil skirt.

His small nose scrunched as he sighed. "It's time for your monthly report on our data intake and input." He states while settling in his seat at the head of the table.

"Oh." You swallow thickly and nod your head even though a wave of vertigo is sweeping through your skull. "Y-Yes, of course."

You stood to your feet and stalked over to the live whiteboard. The beating of your heart felt so strong yet so slow in your chest.

The irregular palpations had risen to your ears and overtook every other minuscule racket that boiled your blood.

Was the floor caving in, or was your mind just playing tricks on you? You attempted to grasp the pointer on the desk by the wall, but you missed and grabbed nothing but air.

"What?" You attempted it again, only for your coordination to be completely off and your knees to give out. Your body tumbles into the desk, and though you try to grasp the edge to catch your fall, there is no strength in your limbs to do as such.

The first thing to strike the floor was the right side of your hip before your head collided with the carpeted floor of the meeting room.

You can hear your co-workers speaking and yelling, but you can't understand a single thing. It was like you were underwater, with liquid filling your lungs and pressure building in your head.

Strength in your body dissipates, and the last thing you saw was the blurry figures of the other workers hovering above you.

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It felt like only a second had passed by the time you opened your eyes again. Instead of hearing the slowed palpations of your heart, you hear the rhythmic mechanical beeping of a heart rate monitor beside you.

Your eyes weigh heavy with exhaustion, desiring to remain closed, but the scenery before you were not the office meeting room.

There is a tv hanging from the ceiling in the corner of the room that plays some old Spanish telenovela. It's muffled with your monitor being the loudest noisemaker in the place.

Ambrose is on your left, slumped in a chair by your hospital bed. His muscular arms are crossed over his broad chest while his head is dipped down to signify that he is asleep.

On your right is Tyrion, who held onto your hand as he leaned over and slept on your bed. His face is turned the other way, but the grip on your fingers is rather firm.

You attempt to speak, but it seems your throat is nothing but dry sandpaper. Rough, coarse, and painful, you needed anything to drink.

Thankfully there appeared to be a pitcher on a small table by the Chief's side.

"Oh, baby, you're awake."

You're so lethargic that what should have scared you merely felt like another normal moment. You peer over at the older man, who begins to pour you a glass of water and holds it to your lips.

"I'm glad you're awake now. Any longer, and I would have freaked." Ambrose murmurs as you drink so desperately.

You exhale a breath of hair through your nose like a laugh. The last time he freaked had been at the hotel when it was burning down. Everyone got to see what a powerful and talented Fae he was, even more so than a full-blooded one.

Luckily these poor overworked doctors did not have to deal with a worried and pissed-off police Chief.

"What happened? I was just at the office in the middle of a meeting." Your voice cracks and softens due to your unconsciousness, but the man still understands.

He reaches over with one of his large veiny hands to caress your leg, which is covered in a thin blanket, as he meets your eyes. "You passed out at work, and the ambulance had to bring you over to the hospital. They called Tyrion, who was with me, and we both rushed over as soon as we heard."

The right side of your head aches from where you hit it on the ground and prompts you to shift awkwardly. Through the large windows in your personal room, you can see that it was dark out with the moon hidden behind thick clouds.

Rain still pours from the storm across the city, thumping against buildings, and you could practically smell that petrichor scent.

"It was probably just the stress. There's been a lot on my mind, and it doesn't help that I haven't been eating as much." You try to joke and smile to lighten the mood, but it appears the usually goofy half-Fae wasn't grinning this time.

You immediately dropped your expression and subconsciously squeezed the hand that your brother was holding.

"You're not wrong; it was partially the stress. But baby..." He swallows thickly. "The doctors said you are pregnant." Your eyes enlarge and pop out of their sockets as your lips fall agape.

Maybe you misheard him; the Tv probably distracted you for a moment.

"You're three months pregnant, and the stress of you constantly working and not caring for yourself had your body overwhelmed." He states, the warmth of his hand nearly burning your skin.

"I-I..." You don't know what to say. It should have been expected, considering how intense and loving Ambrose is...and how everything you do provokes him to give you 'your reward.'

Though, there really had never been a moment you ever thought of being pregnant. Life had not had you in their favor, and it had just been about enduring until the next day.

For the longest time, it's just been you and Tyrion. You were each other's family; nobody else needed to be part of it.

But now there's a baby growing inside of you. It was your child...yours and Ambrose Rigel's. Your very, very small and minuscule family tree just grew exponentially.

Ambrose's hand on the left side of your jaw gained your attention. He smiles as he caresses your skin, and the magic from his fingertips manages to calm your raging mind.

"I know it's so sudden and a lot to take in, but baby, I'm so f*cking happy. I love you so much, and this-" His other hand finds its place atop your stomach, which you hadn't even noticed was slightly pooched. "-I wouldn't want to be having a child with anyone other than you. You're the love of my life and family. No one can ever replace that."

A sting in the inner corner of your eyes began to ache as tears welled over in your eyes. His comforting hands, his genuine words, and that loving look in his eyes had you feeling overwhelmed, but in a good way.

Ever since Ambrose showed up in your life, he's done nothing but help you. He's given you so much good, allowing you to look forward to the joys of partnership.

He was the best male role model your brother needed and the best support system that you weren't even looking for.

"I'm not trying to pressure you, my love. But now I'm even more adamant that you both move in with me. You're working two jobs for no reason." The half-Fae leans closer. "All that stress while not taking care of your body can have you get really sick, baby. I thought I lost you in that fire, and it was like having my whole world destroyed. If anything else happens-If, I really do lose you. I swear I-"

You cease his rambling by covering his lips with your free hand. He's confused at first, but as you grace him with a small smile, he calms and releases his boxed shoulders.

"It's not easy for me to just let you do everything. But I trust you."

Sharing a grin, you both lean into a soft and tender kiss that feels so affectionate.

"Alright, it's time for me to go." Tyrion suddenly speaks as he rises from his slouched position and rubs his eyes.

You don't scowl or grimace. Instead, you reached to scratch his head. "Guess you should start packing, Prince."

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You returned home that night, exhausted but filled with so many emotions due to the news. Ambrose decided to sleep over, becoming suddenly even more protective than he already was.

His arms were even more secure as they held you to his chest. The scent of him holds you in a bubble of comfort, and his presence makes you feel like you're the most protected person in the world.

In the morning, he nearly missed work to stay home with you. Worrying over leaving you home alone was tying him down, but with a kick in his butt, you managed to get him and Tyrion out of the house in time.

You were supposed to work at the office as well, but you called in and quit. Usually, you would have given two weeks' notice, but a.) Ambrose probably was already going to have you move before that. and b.) you hated that f*cking place.

The old yokai from the hostess club was more understanding as you told her the news. She had watched over and wanted the best since you joined years ago.

It feels as though she's more satisfied that you found a competent and rich partner than finally getting to quit working, but you know she's happy that you're happy.

Now...the biggest issue was your father. You didn't know what to say or how to break the news to him. Thankfully, Ambrose decided to take it into his own hands. While you were at your jobs to pick up your things one day, you came home to find that your estranged father was nowhere to be seen.

That's when the half-Fae informed you that he had Sorren transferred over to an institution for supposedly 'people like him.'

You didn't want to know more. He's someone you don't want to be involved in your family anymore. He's just another x on the tree.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

"Oh, wow." You murmur as you lean over through the open truck window. Ambrose lived in the rich neighborhood of the city where the sky was bluer, the air was more breathable, and the houses were several stories bigger.

Your old home was situated on the farthest side of the city, and this drive was at least an hour and a half long. To think your partner had been driving so far to be at your house and to work at the station.

This was going to be the view you'd see every day, the streets you'd now walk through when you needed a breath of fresh air.

Tatiana Belle Lane was where your new home was situated; it's your new address, your new identity.

Where the rich look down at the poor beneath these hills.

You suddenly grow very anxious, shifting in your seat. It was so sudden and hasty, a pregnancy and a new move.

"I can feel your nervousness from here." Ambrose's voice cuts through your fluctuating thoughts as he reaches over to grasp one of your hands. "It's okay to feel like that, my love. I know it's a big change."

His warmth is so reassuring, and the tingling sensation of his magic really grounds you in your place.

It feels like you've been through so much that you're afraid to be happy. Was it all fake? Will this new life be ripped away?

"Right here. Your guy's new home."

You and Tyrion's jaws drop as fancy golden gates part, and the half-fae continues down a long driveway.

All throughout your relationship, you hadn't once stayed over at his house. It was out of your way for work that you hadn't once accepted his offer, well, until now.

The home is modern, but instead of being made of sleek material, it is more like a comforting home of bricks and stone. Made of four floors and what appeared like three different extended garages, wealth seeps into the air and spurs your stomach to roil.

Or was that just your baby doing front flips?

Pulling up by the front, Ambrose shuts off his truck and exits the vehicle. You're slow and tedious as you undo your seatbelt, but the half-Fae is already by your side to help you out of your seat.

"Come on, Tyrion. I'll show you to your room." He beckons your brother over so the three of you can enter together.

His hands were firmly around your body, and you were sure it was to keep you upright from the sight of money everywhere.

Just like the outside, everything inside could easily be discerned as expensive and luxurious—fine walls, chandeliers, maids, and butlers who bowed while going on with their jobs.

"Do you think if I stayed here long enough, I'd become gold?" The young teen murmurs to himself as his green optics shimmer in amazement.

Both you and your partner share a laugh before the Chief walks the two of you on a tour. There were so many rooms, so many hallways and corridors that you were going to have to remember.

Tyrion's bedroom, study, gaming room, and observatory were on the east wing on the third floor, while yours were situated on the west.

Your baby's nursery was already set up close to yours, and the sight nearly brought you to tears. It felt so surreal to see it.

You were really pregnant, growing a baby that is a part of you and Ambrose. The tiny family you were breaking your back to care for had grown like a flower blossoming.

And that flower had become rooted in better nutrients, where it didn't have to fight for sunlight or scavenge for water.

Everything it needed was provided.

Leaving your brother to get situated in his new bedroom, Ambrose settled you on the vast and luxurious mattresses covered in (soft/smooth) sheets and comforters.

He kneels in front of you to hold one of your hands while caressing the small of your back.

"You okay, baby? You look like you're about to pass out." He jests while smiling that handsome grin and cocking his head of sepia brown hair.

You nod your head and focus on his face, viewing his rust-red eyes that glimmer like jewels and pale skin that flushes brightly when he blushes.

"It's just...a lot, you know? This big home, maids and servants...this just isn't me. Everything I owned, I worked for."

The half-Fae nods his head in understanding and holds you close. "I know there's so much going on; a new home, our baby, but this is what you deserve. You deserve to be pampered-" He leans forward to kiss your nose. "-and spoiled." His lips drag down to reach your lips, where he graces you with a deep and intimate kiss.

He's lowered his smoking intake after being informed of your pregnancy, so the taste of tobacco on his tongue is not as potent as usual. It's more of strawberries and mango.

Gingerly you are pushed onto your back as he holds down one of your hands above your head while caressing your pooched tummy over your sweater.

The scent of spices mixed with his masculine fragrance practically makes you drunk in your spot. Your mind melts like ice, and your strength weakens to where it feels as if he were sucking the energy out of you.

His massive hand on your belly migrates to slip in through the hem of your leggings, but before he can go farther, his phone rings from the back pockets of his dark jeans.

Ambrose pulls away with an annoyed huff and snatches the device from the pouch. He glances at the screen and sighs as he gets off you to answer the call.

"Hey, dad." He speaks while wiping his mouth with the back of his costly button-up. "Yeah, (Y/n) and Tyrion are here and are getting settled into their rooms."

You sit up to center your ragged breathing and clench your thighs to alleviate the need for friction. The human father and full-blooded Fae mother live very close to the main building, just off in one of the annexes less than a minute's walk away.

It feels weird to be spoken of by his parents, but it's like they acknowledge your presence and your relationship with their son.

"Mmm, it's already a lot for her right now, so I don't know about that," Ambrose states as he glances over at your figure. You tilt your head curiously, and apparently, you must have looked so cute because the older man blushed like fresh flowers took their place on his cheeks.

He rushes over to kiss your lips in a desperate manner so that you can feel his magic spike and shoot warmth through your veins.

"Mhm." He murmurs while grasping the back of your head and deepening your intimate closeness. The talking on the other end is mumbled and barely coherent, but you can make out your name being mentioned a few times.

Abruptly pulling away, he sighs and glances down to meet your hazy gaze. "Fine, I'll ask." The Chief pulls away his phone to provide a little privacy. "My parents want to come over for dinner to meet you and your brother."

"H-Huh!?" You exclaimed while your eyes nearly bug out. It hasn't even been a day since you've come to your new home, but now his parents want to meet you!?

Yes, you do hold their grandchild in your tummy, but it feels all so sudden.

Easily taking your shocked reaction as an answer, he brought the phone back to his ear and answered with a bit of annoyance. "She's not feeling good, so not tonight. Now goodbye."

"Wait!" You called and grasped one of his firm forearms. Ambrose raises a thick brow out of confusion, and for a moment, you feel rather timid. "I-It's okay. Dinner shouldn't be too bad."

The older man seems worried by your answer. "Baby, are you sure? We can reschedule for another day when you've settled and are more comfortable." He offers.

His words bring you comfort and remind you of the many reasons why you love his man. With you, he's so considerate and caring. Your feelings are a priority to him, and before he does anything, he asks for your opinion first.

"Yes. Better sooner than later, and I'm going to meet them eventually, considering they often stay in the main building."

"Ah, if you weren't already pregnant, I'd be giving you a baby right now." Ambrose gushes, his face flushing as he kisses your lips once more before standing to his feet. "If the dinner doesn't drag on too long, it should be alright. Around six in the main building? We'll have some vegetarian options as well."

They speak not too long before the call ends, and he returns his full attention to you. Your tummy is so warm from his gaze that you don't think that you can get used to it.

"Do you want to shower now or take a nap before getting ready?" He sought while taking a seat next to you on the massive bed.

You meet his gaze, a mischievous gaze glinting in your eyes. "If I shower now, you should join me then."

A smirk grows on his lips, and before you can even react, he sweeps you into his arms like a fresh new bride. A squeal echoes out as you clutch onto the back of his neck in surprise.

"Oh, baby. We've got a little time before dinner, so I think I'll snack on you for a bit."

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"(Y/n), if you keep fixing my damn hair like this, it's all going to fall off." Tyrion laments which freezes your movements.

You stand stagnant, realizing your hands have been combing through his hair anxiously as the time nears closer.

"Sorry." You whisper and drop your hands by your side. The first time you meet your boyfriend's parents, it's when you're pregnant, just moved in, and now no longer working.

They probably are going to think you are some freeloader that trapped their son with a baby.

Ambrose's hands settle on your hips and keep you from toppling over. "It's okay, my love. You can go to our room, and I'll send someone to bring over dinner so you can eat in private." He offers while meeting your gaze.

Even through everything, your feelings are what matter. But it probably would look bad if you left right now.

"No, it's alright. I-I think I need to sit down." Your brother and boyfriend help you into a seat at the head of the table as you drink from your water cup.

"Rose. My dear, we are here." The voice of an older woman infiltrates the corridors of the mansion, and you immediately freeze up in your seat.

You can literally feel the authority reeking in her tone. His mother was a cutthroat businesswoman who was the reason why they had the money they did now.

All of these luxuries were because of her, and she could take them away as she deemed fit.

"Mom, dad, glad to see you both in good health," Ambrose announces as he leaves your side to meet his parents at the entrance of the dining hall.

He hugs his father first, who is nearly the spitting image of himself. The same sepia brown hair, only greying at the roots. They share the same prominent jaw shape and physical build. Their both tall, and their presence holds space.

But then your eyes divert to his mother, and your blood runs cold like ice. She, too, was tall, at 6'3 (190 cm), with a slender build. Cold rust red eyes stared into yours, and her golden hair pulled into a thick tight bun at the top of her head hardened her expression.

Wearing a navy blue blouse and a similar colored skirt that reaches the ground, you see the confidence in her stance, not to mention the eye-catching and massive wings that looked so ethereal and sprouted from her upper back.

"(Y/n)'s not feeling well, so I apologize if she doesn't stand. Come meet her." He ushered them both closer to your figure in the seat, and you swear you're shrinking under their gaze.

"Mom, dad, this is my partner and the woman with your grandchild. This is (Y/n) and her younger brother Tyrion. (Y/n), Tyrion, this is my father, Oberon, and my mother, Ursula."

What you had not expected was for the father to smack the back of Ambrose's head and tug on his ear. "You little sh*t! Your partner looks like she could pass out right now, and you're forcing her to attend dinner with all of us?" He reprimands him harshly.

"N-No!" You catch their attention as you rise from your seat while holding onto the table to keep yourself up. "He desired for me to rest, but I said I wanted to be here for dinner to meet you both."

Oberon releases his son to hold his hands together and turns to face his wife. "Look at her; she's being so cute!" He gushes though the wife's stern expression remains the same as she stares at you.

"Well, we shouldn't let the mom-to-be starve any longer," Urusula states while taking a seat at the other end of the table. "Let's commence with the dinner."

You sink into your seat as Tyrion gives you a sympathetic look. "Just say the word; I'll start a distraction so you can leave." He whispers.

This was a serious moment, but you couldn't help but crack a smile and push him away to his seat. "Alright, I'll let you know."

Once everyone settled down and took a seat at the table, servants came in with delicacies and cuisines only those fancy restaurants would serve for hundreds of dollars. Ambrose, Oberon, and Ursula do not seem phased at all at the sight, but you and Tyrion share a side-eye expression.

No one speaks at first, everyone just eating to their heart's content with the adults drinking wine. God(s), you could go for a glass yourself if you weren't pregnant.

You glance down at your stomach beneath your turtleneck and breathe in deeply. Every once in a while, you need to remind yourself of this fact.

As much as you love this little thing in your tummy, it's hard to accept the reality that your body isn't just yours anymore. There's a baby completely dependent on you for safety, nutrients, and nurture.

"Is the food to your liking?"

Your vision shifts over to the golden-haired Fae, who swirls the wine in her glass. Her pomegranate-hued wings flicker behind her, and speckles of light fall from the tips.

"Oh, yes. I'm just not used to such cuisines; I usually cook at home."

"You cook?" She rephrases and crosses one leg over the other. "I should have you over the annex for a session then. Do you prefer Asian or European cuisines?"

"I don't have a preference." You respond and smile to appear as harmless as possible.

The older woman hums while nodding her head. "I see. I should have a nutritiousness doctor visit. It's obvious you don't eat well or often. Your body isn't your own anymore, and you should really remember that fact."

It feels like you are being reprimanded at the table, but you know she is right. Ambrose and Tyrion look over at you to see your expression, but you merely nod your head and resuming your eating.

"You are right, and I will. I thank you for your consideration and will follow through with the nutritiousness."

The golden-haired Fae nodded, too, as if she were pleased with your response. There's a small smile just barely noticeable on her face that she conceals behind a wine glass.

"You should rest more and lay off your feet. And also hold off on the intimacy until later on your pregnancy."

Your face burns at her words, and your boyfriend blushes in bright ruddiness. Tyrion scrunched his nose in disgust and turned to face you. "It's time to take my leave." He whispers.

"Mom." Ambrose nearly hisses, and she faces him like she is wrongfully being accused of a crime.

"What. You're the exact copy of your father, personality and all." She states while crossing her arms beneath her bust.

It was a moment where you couldn't help but laugh at the embarrassed expression of the half-Fae and his father. They both were making the exact sheepish gaze with their head dipped down, eyes closed, and twitching smiles.

You don't know what it was, but you found enjoyment in the scene. It's obvious he was relatively close with his parents, and they shared a connection of deep love.

But that was soon interrupted by the salivating in your mouth, the pressure in your throat, and a sharp stab to your stomach.

"Baby?" The Chief questions with all attention landing on your figure, but you are unable to respond as you bolt from your seat.

You're lucky a half bathroom was near, but the harsh burning of retching was less than desirable. Everything you just ate had left your stomach to desecrate the once clean basin.

Ambrose was quick to be by your side, grasping your hair to keep it away while rubbing soothing circles on your back.

Tears well in your eyes with the acid burning the back of your throat.

"My love, if I could take away all your pain, I'd do it in a heartbeat." Your boyfriend sounds so pained, like your distress was shared with him as well.

There's a knock at the door, followed by his mother speaking. "(Y/n), you should take a rest now. I'll be back to bring over some tea and some snacks I ate when I was pregnant." The older woman informs.

You want to thank her, but your focus has returned to the intense dry heaving.

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"Heh, you don't look very nervous."

Tyrion peered over at the older man beside him in the truck before leaning against his hand against the door. "It's whatever. All schools are the same." He murmured.

Ambrose laughed to himself while driving with one hand. He subconsciously reached for his pack of cigarettes, but after a moment, he realized what he was doing and shoved it into the side compartment of his vehicle.

"I went to this one back in my day, my brother and me."

Your brother's clover green eyes flickered to view the strong side profile of the Chief. "You don't talk about your brother often."

"Well, he's dead for one." Ambrose utters before reaching over to pat the top of the teen's head. "It's been years, but it's why I can understand your pain. It is traumatizing, something you just can't easily forget."

'Sh*t, why did I say ask that!?' Your sibling reprimands himself as he hides his mouth in the palm of his hand.

In the distance, they could see the massive private academy nearing. His old school was expensive and costly, but it barely compared to what he was seeing in front of him.

The air from his open window reminded him of the chief, infused with magic that was so warm it could be numbing.

"Hey, there's been something I've been wondering for a while." The green-eyed teen begins so he can gain the older man's attention. "I've always wondered why you work as a police chief and not take over your mom's position."

Ambrose licks his bottom lip before leaning back in his seat. "Mm, there's quite a few reasons, I guess. Originally the heir position was supposed to go to my older brother, Preston. After what happened, It was 'transferred' to me. But it didn't feel like it ever belonged to me, so I found something else that I enjoyed. Plus, I think it helps my mom to work still and busy herself so she doesn't think about it."

Tyrion hummed. "Do you think you'll ever quit as chief to take over?"

"I don't know." The sepia-haired man laughed and glanced over at your brother. "Maybe one day it'll be you who takes over."

Your brother feels his face heat up and snap away to hide his expression. "W-What about your own kid?" He questions.

"You are my kid." Tyrion had to swallow down a sob. "But they'll have a choice to be whatever they want when they grow up.

It's quiet in the vehicle, with not a single male speaking. Just quiet ambiance and the rumble of the vehicle.

Only after a bit does the half-Fae interrupt the silence. "There aren't many humans in the academy, but you have our family's pin, so wear it with pride."

Tyrion stomach rolls and flips. It wasn't 'My family'; it was 'Our Family.' It's still difficult to accept that it was no longer just you and him against the world. But the presence of Ambrose was like a father, and it felt too good to be real.

Sometimes, he fears that one day he's going to open his eyes and that all of this is just his imagination. He'll be right back at the old house, staring at his bedroom door and worrying if his father will ever step through.

"Everyone here comes from prominent families or clans. You'll meet other Fae's, Elves, and dragon descendants. They each wear a brooch to signify their 'power household'-" The sepia-haired adult rolled his eyes at the words but continued on. "-and you know its, the typical stuff where one feels more entitled than the other because their family has a deeper history or their ancestors won wars."

They pull up to the front, where other students are bustling around. Some wear wings like Ambrose's mother; others have pointed or angled ears, and a few even sport horns.

"But don't feel discouraged, and don't feel like you have to bow your head. The Rigel clan is a powerful and prominent family, and we hold our heads high."

It's a foreign concept to Tyrion. He's always felt like a lesser being to his old schoolmates, who looked down on him for being impoverished.

They took advantage of his desperate situation and manipulated his fitful heart to fill it with false recognition.

But things are different now.

Your brother and partner step out of the vehicle to enter the private academy. Ambrose hadn't been in the police uniform, instead dressed in a fine dark suit with a black button-up. He looked expensive and like a man that belonged to the Rigel family.

On the other hand, Tyrion wore the uniform for his sophomore grade. Dark slacks, a black button-up with a cyan-green vest.

The Rigel family brooch was a pair of gold wings encrusted with diamonds and a pearl-shaped blue diamond dangling from the middle of the wings.

Easily anyone could tell that this one simple brooch could buy the country. Never before did your brother think he'd be wearing something so precious and pricey.

"Come, let's go meet your headmaster." Ambrose articulated in a comforting tone as he placed his hand at the top of your bother's back in between his shoulder blades.

The students were eyeing them up as they passed, ceasing whatever they were doing to stand and watch.

He felt those judging eyes before who looked at him like he were filth. But now they seemed like the gaze of a predator, eyeing up the new bait.

"Mr. Rigel! I can't believe how much you've grown!" An older Fae with grey hair in a high ponytail and straight bangs exited an office to stalk over to the two. Her lilac eyes seemed to reminisce at the sight of the older man while holding her hands on her hips. "All big and tall, you look just like your mother!"

Tyrion snorted, which earned a small glare from Ambrose. "It's good to see you as well, Ms. Nimue. It appears like you haven't aged at all since my day."

The headmaster waves her hand like she is embarrassed before training her angled eyes on the teen. "This must be Tyrion. Hello, how are you, my boy?" She sought.

He feels nervous now. "Oh, I'm good, Ma'am."

Nodding her head, the older woman reaches down by a desk to grab a packet and hand it over. "For reasons, you'll find out later, your last name in the academy will be Rigel." She shared a wink with Ambrose and began down the wide corridors. "You appear to be farther ahead in your academies, so you should have no trouble settling in. Your home room is here; math, English, and creative writing will be over here in the Green Wings. The other courses are down by the Blue Wings."

The headmaster continues her tour, with Tyrion and Ambrose following behind. It is a huge academy, even larger than his old one. He's sure to struggle and get lost multiple times.

Other students continued their staring, but it wasn't a bother anymore. Not only was he wearing the Rigel family brooch, but he was also aided by Ambrose Rigel himself; no one would even think about messing with him.

Finally, the tour was done as they returned to the homeroom. "I trust you'll be good." Ambrose muses as he messes with the teen's styled hair. "I won't be able to pick you up after school since your sister and I will be at the hospital for natal care, so my dad will be here instead."

The headmaster holds her face like she is in disbelief. "I still cannot believe you finally have a child. I thought the bloodline would end with you." She gushes.

Your brother sighs, feeling exhausted already. "Alright. I'll see you later."

"Be safe, and remember what I told you. Oh, and try not to cause trouble."

"No promises."

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Going from the kid everyone used to make fun of that came from that side of town to now the new guy everyone wanted to get to know...was a nuisance.

It was easy to tell that the other students were trying to suck up to him because he was a 'Rigel.' Apparently, good luck would come to those associated with the family, or so the legend goes.

Kids his own age wanted to carry his books or offer their snacks. They presented their notes and homework, anything to get on his good side.

He was getting sick of this.

In his last period, it was a study hall in the massive library that finally got him a chance to take a break. For the first time, he was alone and could finally think for himself.

The teacher kept it quiet and serene, and he was thankful for it. His phone suddenly buzzed, and he peered down at the screen to see that it was a text from you.

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Lord & Saivor🙏

Hey, I'm about to head to the doctors with Ambrose.

How's your new school going? No one is teasing you or causing you problems, right?

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He found himself laughing at the message. Shouldn't you be asking if he were the one causing trouble or getting into fights?

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1 (XXX) XXX - YYYY

It's going okay. I'm being treated like a prince.

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"Oo~! What a bad boy you are."

Tyrion's green gaze flung up to meet molten golden ones. A girl wearing the school uniform to his grade but completely styled in an almost alternative way descended into the seat in front of him.

Her hair was white like untouched snow and pulled into pigtails that reached the floor. Clips and bows decorated it and were similar colors to her eccentric makeup and eyeliner.

What caught his eye the most were the two charcoal-grey baby horns protruding from the top of her head.

"What do you want?" Tyrion snapped as he concealed his phone in the pocket of his slacks. The girl shrugged her shoulders and leaned back in her seat.

There was a pin on the white button-up of a golden dragon. The eyes were a yellow diamond, and the claws were made of ruby in a manner like they were dripping blood.

"Just checking out the fresh meat." She states while raising her left hand to examine her painted nails. They were long and almond-shaped, painted golden with glitter. "I'm Zafira. Zafira Drakkoth Ormr."

Your brother scrunched his nose and raised a brow. "Kay, now that you're done. I'm leaving." He stated while rising to his feet.

"Wait!" Zafira called only to get hushed by one of the librarians. She sneered before training her attention back on the teen boy. "How rude. You don't just walk away from someone trying to talk to you."

The green-eyed boy snorted and reached for his bag. "I'm not interested in getting to know you or anybody else. If you want to get involved with the Rigel's, you'll have to figure out another way-"

His speech was interrupted as the dragon descendant shanked him in the waist with her hand. Tyrion toppled over, holding his side as he lay dazed on the marbled flooring.

Zafira squatted down, his face in line with her cyan-green skirt that just barely covered her modesty. "You little sh*t. You may be a Rigel, but I'm an Ormr. It's obvious you don't know my history, but I'm from a family just as old and ancient as yours."

"Ormr! Go to the Headmasters." Orders the librarian, who flung to her feet from her desk.

The white-haired hair girl scoffed, and with a raise of her finger, Tyrion's body flew back into his seat. She stands in her chunky boots and meets the other teen's eyes. "See you later, Rigel. And next time, try being a little nicer."

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A few months have passed since the two of you moved into Ambrose's home. It was hard to adjust, hard to accept this easy, pampered life was really yours.

But the baby growing steadily in your belly really grounded you to reality. You were going to be a mother, and even though you didn't have a good one, there was no way in hell that you would ever create a traumatic childhood for your youngin.

It was an early morning on a Tuesday; you hadn't slept at all the night before, so you decided to go for a walk. Ambrose didn't want to leave you alone, so he sluggishly followed you.

Draped in robes with your initials, the both of you traversed through the gardens on the land. Your boyfriend held a mug of coffee to his lips as he yawned for the umpteenth time that morning.

Straying from caffeine, you drank from a cup of hot chocolate that contrasted against the cool early breeze.

The sun was rising, just about peeking through the horizon.

"Should we return back soon and get ready for your appointment today?" Ambrose questioned as he sat on one of the benches. His eyes barely could stay open, with his wide shoulders sagging from exhaustion.

It's still funny to see that this almost perfect man is not a morning person.

"Just five more minutes." You mumble quietly, just appreciating the scenery and fresh air.

"Okay." He yawns, wrapping one of his arms around your hip and resting his head against your bulging belly.

You've been thinking about what to do with all this free time. You wanted to work, but with your pregnancy, the Chief was highly against it.

And surprisingly, even his mother was as well. Ursula would have your head if she found you working or pushing yourself.

Initially, you thought she was going to hate you, but it seems just's more of the type to give tough love. It might have been due to losing her oldest that she closed herself off from being too emotional.

"Madam...Madam, you have a phone call." Your gaze turns to the side where a maid is approaching with a vase in her hand of fresh flowers.

You raised a brow before lightly patting the half-Fae's face to wake him up. "Who could that be so early?" Your words are to no one else but yourself.

The three of you travel back into the mansion and into the tea room, where one of the home phones was at.

Ambrose collapses on one of the long couches as he shields his eyes with one of his arms. You settle on a loveseat while bringing the phone to your ear.

"Hello?"

"Is this (Y/n)?" It was the voice of a young boy in early adolescence, for sure.

With your brows furrowed and lips pursed, you respond cautiously. "Yes, who is this?"

"I-It's Tyr." You're surprised by this response: Tyr, your younger brother from the other marriage of your mother, is calling you.

"What's wrong? Why are you calling me?" It is not your intent to sound harsh, but that side of the family is a side you don't want to be involved in.

With what happened at Everlong Crest, you're practically even more resentful.

There's screaming in the background, followed by hysterical crying. "U-Um, can you take us away? Just for a little bit. Mom is...she's not well." He whispers through the other end.

You peer over Ambrose, whose already sitting up, now appearing fully awake. "Angus, inform my parents that'll we'll be out and ask them to give Tyrion a lift." He orders one of the butlers standing about, who quickly scurries off to follow through.

"Tyr, It's a six-hour drive to your house. Who-"

"Please." The ten-year-old whispers, which were followed by a sound of glass shattering

They're just kids, and you're the adult in this situation. It's not right to still hold this grudge against them when they are the innocent party.

By the sound of it, your mother is having a full mental breakdown. She's screaming and shouting, throwing things, and breaking glass.

"Alright, can you get your brothers into a room that locks from the inside? A room that your mother can't get into."

Tyr stutters but answers with a weak 'yes.'

"Hold off for as long as you can. We're coming."

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"Hey, big shot!"

Tyrion sighed but hadn't turned around to face the Ormr descendant who called behind him. He merely continued his way through the busy corridor.

He could hear Zafira cussing him out and cracked a smile before letting it disappear once the girl caught up to him.

"You're so mean~!" She whined now that she strutted alongside him. Her arms were covered in that pretty pink jacket crossed below her chest as her heeled boots clicked against the floor. "How do you even have friends?"

"Ormr, I already told you that I don't care about that stuff," Tyrion murmured in a dreary tone. There was some time before their next lesson started, so your brother wanted to find a quiet place to nap.

But with his classmate following, he wasn't even going to get a wink.

"Emo~." She teased while sticking her pierced tongue out.

The green-eyed boy sighs at her remark but doesn't say anymore as the two venture out into the garden.

Its clear and bright, thick fluffy clouds formed shapes, and a crisp breeze felt so good in his lungs.

"What's going on, big shot? You've been more quiet than usual." Zafira comments as she skips around to stand in front of your brother.

The dragon descendant was short, even with her chunky boots. He's 6'2 (189cm), but it feels like he towers over the girl.

Her pointy teeth stuck out from her top lip, and for some reason, it looked really cute.

His face suddenly burned like flames were pressed against them, and he snapped his gaze away. "Nothing. It doesn't involve you."

Huffing, the girl smashed her fist into his shoulder before turning away to show him her back. "Hmph! You're going to be a loner if you keep acting like that!" She warned, but your brother didn't take it seriously.

He simply found a bench beneath a shaded tree and lay across it, using his school bag as a pillow under his head.

Even so, Zafira followed him and collapsed on the seat as well, right next to his pack. She was tapping away on her phone that had dangly little chibi dragons and hearts stringed from the bottom of the pink case.

"Somethings bothering you, Rigel, I can tell. I've known you for a couple of months now, and you're usually a lot more talkative. Even if it's only to argue with me."

Tyrion sighs and parts his eyes to come into the view of the dragon descendant. Even though her molten golden eyes are on her cellular device, he can feel the warmth that comes from it.

"Do you have siblings?"

Zafira scoffs and shakes her head. "You f*ckin bet. I've got three older sisters and two younger brothers. You're an only child, right? Well, for now, at least. I've heard your mom's pregnant with Ambrose Rigel's child."

Your brother grimaces before glancing toward the blue sky. "She's actually my sister but technically adopted me. But, yeah...(Y/n)'s not due for another couple of months-"

"I see what's going on."

He sits up swiftly at the white-haired girl's word and rotates to face her.

She smiles while turning off her phone, her little fangs on display as her eyes shine in the light. "You're jealous of an unborn child! How cute~!"

Tyrion could feel his face burn at her statement and swiftly grabbed her cheeks, tugging on them so crocodile tears welled in her eyes. "What are you talking about!? You have too much of a vivid imagination!"

Zafira snatches his face, and the two begin pulling each other's cheeks, but the tugging, unfortunately, leads to the two tumbling off the small bench.

Her back strikes the grassy floor first, with Tyrion just barely catching himself above her. His hands are pressed into the ground beside her head while his knees are on either side of her hips.

Their faces on near each other, and her hands are pressed firmly against his chest. For a moment, their both stunned and unable to move; even their breathing seems to stutter.

To his surprise, Zafira's hands suddenly begin to squeeze around his pectorals. "For a human, these are quite developed..."

Your brother's face burns so hot he nearly passes out and flings himself off of her. "You pervert! This is why you have no friends yourself! Manhandling everyone!"

The dragon descendant pointed a finger at him and shouted back. "It's not my fault your big a** boobs fell in my hands! Maybe you're the pervert!" She bellowed.

In the garden that was scarce of any other students, the two began to bicker back and forth until the bell rang, and they went their separate ways...

...With their faces burning and hearts beating.

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Later that day, Oberon picked Tyrion up from the private academy, and the two shared a conversation until they returned home.

Ambrose's truck was parked right in the front, which had the teen raise a brow. If he were home, then why didn't the Chief pick him up?

Entering the mansion, Tyrion made his way towards the living room, where he heard laughing and the sound of your voice.

Curious, he stepped closer with his hands in his pocket and parted his lips to speak, but they fell agape at the sight.

To his surprise and horror, the three Qadir siblings sat on the couch while drinking hot chocolate from small mugs.

"What!?" He can barely get his voice out as he meets the boys' scarlet red eyes before meeting your gaze. "Why are they here!?"

"Tyrion, calm down." You scold while standing to your feet. "Their mom is having a breakdown, and it's not safe for them to be around her. They'll be here just for a bit until she gets better."

Your brother sneers at you while pointing a finger at your left side. "I don't give a f*ck! You almost f*cking died because of them! Because of him! You wanna test it again by having them here!" He bellows, his body filling with so much fury that his ears are popping.

You frown, eyes drooping and lips scowling. It's easy to understand your brother's hate, the fury hidden in his heart. All that envy sticks to his throat like glue.

To have your own mother not love you at all and have another family, she cherished must be eating him alive.

"Tyrion." Ambrose calls as he nears your brother, but the teen steps back like the Chief's hands were poisoned.

"Don't touch me!" He sneers while backing up. "I should have known better. I'm always going to be nothing but a burden you'll try to get rid of. To think you'd replace me with them pisses me off!"

"Tyrion, wait!" You attempt to follow after him, but you feel so heavy with your bulging belly and nearly lose your footing on the kitten-heel shoes you are wearing.

The half-Fae sighs before strolling closer to you. "It's okay, baby. We knew this would happen, and it's a lot for him to take in. He probably feels overwhelmed."

You can only nod your head and slump in your seat again. The Qadir siblings are observing you, their eyes following your every movement.

They are just kids, but kids are incredibly observant. It's not difficult for them to understand that their Older half-brother Tyrion doesn't like them; in fact, it's just easier to say he despises them.

Tyr, Mikhail, and Raoul had the good life with a loving mother and a doting father. But now, the powerful old vampire is in prison, and the mom is mentally ill; their perfect world is crashing down.

Now they're in a foreign home, with an older half-sister they know nothing about and a half-brother who hates them.

This could lead to a lot of developmental issues and have them struggle to grow attachments or connections. Tyrion already struggles with abandonment issues and other problems.

It might not be too late for them.

"Are you guys tired? Hungry?" You ask softly, finding that there is no strength to speak any louder.

The half-vampire brothers glance at each other for a second before nodding their heads. "We haven't eaten in a few days," Tyr replies, and your heart nearly splinters apart.

"I'm sorry. I'll make something really quick; wait a little while." You tell them before meeting the eyes of your partner. "Can you watch them for a moment?"

He nods his head of sepia-brown hair and struts closer to kneel in front of the boys. "How about we take a walk around the stables? Would you three like to see the horses?" He questions in a tender tone.

They're hesitant at first, but they cautiously stand from the couch to follow after your partner.

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"You're acting like a little b*tch," Zafira states on the other end of the headset.

Tyrion scoffs and swiftly kills her character in the game before returning to what he was originally doing. "Mind your own business." He snaps.

The dragon descendant scoffs as her player respawns on the map. In his game room, it was only him with his friend from school in a video call on one of the other monitors.

She can be seen biting into a lollipop before flicking the stick into a trash bin. Her room that he can observe is exactly what he thought it would be.

Pink and girly. White walls with posters of her favorite artist and hello kitty decorations. Her pillowcases and comforters are hot pink with hearts and stuffies.

Even on a Saturday when they had a day off from school, the girl is dressed in a white tennis skirt with dark stockings that have hearts cut into them and an oversized pink sweater full of baby chick prints.

For once, her hair isn't in those iconic pigtails, but she has it up in a messy bun, so it was easier for her to wear her cat ear headset.

"It is my business, Rigel. You're my friend."

Tyrion's shoulders sag at her words, and he slouches in his gaming chair. "It's family stuff. You wouldn't want me getting involved with you and your siblings."

She giggles and continues gathering materials in the world. "Please, my sisters are just like me, and you can barely handle one Ormr, let alone five."

Your brother shudders; merely thinking about it makes the tips of his fingers tingle in dread.

"Every time you're upset, you get even moodier. And when you're upset about your sister, your extra snappy."

"Zafira!"

"Exactly!"

He respires heavily and returns to the game.

"It's been a few weeks now since you yelled at your sister. Why don't you talk to her now."

"Why should I?" He snaps. "I didn't do anything wrong. I'm right!"

"Are all men this dense?" Zafira asks herself before pausing her game. She reaches for an energy drink while giving her attention to the camera. "(Y/n) is an adult, so she's obviously more mature than us. But they're just kids and had their whole world turned upside down. No father, and a psychotic mother, now they have to live in a home they know they don't belong in. You need to pipe down the jealousy because your sister is giving other things her love and affection."

Tyrion throws his hands up. "Why am I being reprimanded!?"

"Because you're acting like a selfish, petty little boy-

A knock at the door interrupted her words before they were opened. Ambrose's giant figure peered in from the small space as he glanced at your brother.

"Hi, Mr. Rigel." Zafira greets him as she waves on the monitor.

The Chief smiles as he waves back. "Hello, little Ormr. Are you two busy right now?"

The dragon descendant shakes her head while scooting closer to her computer. "No, we were just done playing. I'll message you later, Tyrion."

Nodding his head, the schoolmate ends the call leaving the two males alone in the game room. Ambrose's shut the door behind him before grasping one of the other gaming chairs and heaving his giant figure into it.

It's awkwardly silent, with tension filling the air.

"Look..." Ambrose begins, and the two meet each other's gaze. "I'm actually not supposed to be here, Y/n wanted me to give you space, but this is enough. I'm very lenient and sympathetic with you, but I'm not going to let you continue to act this way-"

"Why, or you'll kick me out because this is your house?" Tyrion snaps, but the Chief has no negative reaction to it.

He merely clasps his fingers together and folds his bottom lip inward. "Never. This is your home, and it's not something I'll ever threaten you with. But that doesn't leave you exempt from punishment either."

Your brother scoffs. "You're not my father or even my guardian."

"Your right; I'm not. But I do care about you, Tyrion. I understand that you've been upset with us for a while, and it just got worse after the Qadir brothers began to stay here." Ambrose respires a deep breath and leans in his seat. "We've already talked about this, but (Y/n) is never going to abandon you. Both she and I are not going to forget about you just because there is a baby on the way. Nor because we're fostering the Qadir brothers until their mother gets better."

The green-eyed teen doesn't respond, instead looking everywhere else but the man in front of him.

Clasping one of his massive veiny hands on Tyrion's shoulder, he wanted the boy to look at him, but they both knew that if he looked up, tears would fall from his lids.

"I noticed for a while you started to become quieter when all everyone started talking about was the baby. When I couldn't pick you up due to the natal care checkup, you'd be extra snappy when I'd see you later. And when (Y/n) didn't want to play games with you because she was too tired, I could see the resentment and disappointment in your eyes. Just because me and (Y/n) are now having our own child doesn't mean that you don't matter or your needs are being put onto the side."

Ambrose sighs before leaning down to attempt to meet his eyes. "You're like a brother and a son to me. I think about you and your future all the time, and I think about things that we can do, just you and me. You've gone so long alone that I try to be as involved with you as I can so you can remember that you're not just by yourself or going to be abandoned."

Inhaling a shaky breath, Tyrion snaps his gaze up as tears befall his warm cheeks. "How am I supposed to believe you when you bring those f*ckin' kids in? For f*cks sake, even one of them has practically my name!"

The Chief frowns and attempts to wipe the tears away, but they only continue to pour. "I know, Tyrion, I know. It's a lot for a kid to take in when you finally thought things were going to get better. You were handed a rough start in life with what you dealt with. And then having all these other people suddenly show up and take your spot as our main attention, it feels like you're going to be replaced." Your brother's head falls forward to rest against the older man's chest. Almost immediately, the teen was surrounded by your partner's arms and hugged firmly.

His magic tingles through his nerves and warms his stomach. The headache that was once forming had dissipated with that familiar sandalwood scent grounding him to reality.

Ambrose Rigel feels like a miracle that not only showed up in your life but Tyrion's as well.

"That's never ever going to happen. None of us are ever going to abandon you like your mother or beat you like your father. The Qadir brothers may come from the life your mother left you for, but they are not your enemies. They are not the ones who hurt you or the ones who made it all happen. Just kids, Tyrion. Their only worries are what they're going to eat next and how long they can push their bedtime."

Your brother huffs and squeezes his hands together. "I hate how you always know the right things to say. I can't even be mad at you for it, either." He manages to release a weak laugh that has the man patting his back tenderly.

Finally calming down, the green-eyed teen pulls away to wipe his face and run a hand through his hair. "I'm tired of you always making me cry." He rues.

Ambrose snickers before standing to his feet. "You're just a big crybaby when you're with me. You might as well clean up and get ready for dinner. (Y/n) and my mom is cooking something together."

Before leaning, the Chief turns back to your brother while snapping his finger. "Oh, and you should also bring over that Ormr descendant soon. It'd be nice to meet a girl able to put up with your attitude-"

"You're done! Get out!"

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Your eyes are drooping, and your head feels heavy.

The words in the book you are reading are dancing across each other, and you find yourself repeatedly reading the same sentences over and over again.

Wood splinters and cracks in the fireplace only a few feet from where you sit in a sofa chair, your feet resting on a footstool.

Subconsciously you're stroking your bulging stomach through your shirt, caressing the mound where your child sleeps peacefully under your protection.

The sudden sensation of a blanket being set on your body awakens you slightly. Your shoulders fly upwards, and your eyes fling to your left, where Tyr appears to be covering your body in the comforter.

"You'll get sick, and your baby can get hurt if you don't cover up." The ten-year-old states before holding his pale hands behind his back once he is done.

Your smile is lethargic due to your drowsiness, but you still sit up slightly. "Thank you. But it's rather late, and a tutor will be coming tomorrow morning. You should be sleeping."

It wasn't certain when the Qadir brothers would be returning home, but it would be unfair to let their academics fall behind. To put them in an academy when they could be taken out at any moment would do more harm than good.

Highering a tutor would be the best option to keep them up to date until their mother's health gets better and she can handle caring for her sons...so she doesn't ruin any more of her children's lives.

Tyr purses his lip, twiddling his thumbs together while spinning slightly. "I just...I couldn't sleep." He murmurs faintly.

"Okay." You hum before standing to your feet. Your joints hurt from carrying the weight of a baby, but you ignore it as you cover your body with the blanket like a cape. "Let's get a drink."

The both of you held each other's hand as you traveled from the tea room over to the kitchen. It's dark, but the boy swiftly flicks on the light so you don't stumble into anything.

"Do you want warm milk or hot chocolate?" You ask while opening the fridge.

"Hot chocolate is fine."

You boil milk until it's at a perfectly heated temperature and pour it into mugs of chocolate powder. (You're a wh*re if you make hot chocolate with water! Milk gives it a taste! Using water makes it bland, bland! You are exempt from this if you're lactose intolerant.)

Handing him one of the mugs with a small spoon in it, the both of you mix the powder until it's just right and sip from it.

"Do you think mom will ever get better?"

Your eyes flicker down to see the half-vampire staring into his warm mug. His slightly long hair was more curly than usual at the back of his head.

"Your mother is going through some hard times right now." You articulate softly while tightening the blanket around you. In no way do you want to make excuses for that woman, but you'd be horrible yourself to speak badly of her in front of her son. They don't know how she abandoned her oldest son and attempted to sell off her only daughter. It's not fair for you to ruin their childhood just because yours were awful. "People don't get better in an instant; it takes work and sometimes medication to get better."

Tyr's lips are in a straight-lipped expression, with his tiny fingers twitching against the cup. Even though he was tall for his age, he was still just a kid and in a vulnerable state.

"I don't want to go back. I like it here, with you, with Rose."

Your eyes nearly pop out of their sockets at his words. "Tyr, what are you talking about? This isn't your home-"

"Mom and dad are obsessed with each other. They only ever paid attention to each other and rarely took care of us. My nanny was more of a mother than her." The boy's words come as a surprise.

You thought they had a perfect life, with a mother who actually wanted to be around her sons and a wealthy, well-off father who finally had his heirs.

But to think that f*ckin woman was being so selfish and raising three boys like they were a bother suddenly had your blood boil.

Maybe it was because your hormones were uncontrollable or because you've had to deal with Thyra for so long, but you felt like hitting something.

"You are nice to me, and I don't feel like a burden here. I don't want to go back there...please don't send me back." He sounds like he's going to cry, his voice wavering and his throat tightening.

What do you do?

For the longest time, you've considered them not even of the same blood, even if it's half. You've assumed the brothers had the life you wished Tyrion could have had.

But maybe you, too, were pushing an unreliable narrative on siblings that you didn't even know.

This is all just a big a** mess.

"Okay, Tyr." He glanced over as you spoke, and you reached down to hold one of his hands. "I'll talk with Ambrose, and we'll see what we can do."

Gradually he nodded his head before clasping your fingers with his smaller ones firmly. The both of you venture over the main elevator and ride until you are on the third floor.

You can hear Tyrion in his game room with muffled talking echoing out. Apparently, Ambrose says there's a girl...friend in his life.

When he's not super mad at you like he is now, you'll tease him about it later.

Entering their bedroom, Mikhail and Raoul are already asleep in their beds. The second oldest is practically upside down with his feet at the headrest and his head nearly hanging off.

Unlike the middle child, Raoul practically slept like a log. Straight and almost unnatural, but the loud snoring from his open mouth showcased that he was sleeping well.

Tyrion used to sleep like the both of them when he was younger; he had tossed, turned, and snored so vociferous you had to wear earplugs.

It was hell when he wanted to sleep in the same bed as you after a nightmare, but there are times you miss holding the small boy close to you.

Climbing onto the mattress, you helped tuck in the oldest while sitting at the edge. You can feel his scarlet eyes on the visible skin of your left side.

The scars are healed, but they've left a white waxy texture that catches anyone's attention when they see them.

Still, to this day, you do not regret saving him from the collapsing columns. As an older sister, it was both your duty and role to help if you could.

It didn't matter if you hated them; they were innocent in the animosity between adults.

"It doesn't hurt." You murmur quietly, not to wake the others resting. "I'm all healed up."

Tyr flickers his eyes to meet yours and sinks slightly so the blanket covers his lips. "I'm sorry."

You sigh and begin to run a hand through his soft hair. "It's okay, Tyr. None of this was or is your fault. You're just a kid. It's the responsibility of the adults to worry about these things." Softly pinching his nose, you grace him with a small smile and lean down so your lips can kiss his warm forehead. "All you have to do is grow up big and strong."

"Big like Rose? So I can protect you next time?" He asked, and it was the cutest thing you'd seen all day. Those big red eyes gleaming in hope and admiration were breaking the cuteness meter.

Pressing your forehead against his, your smile grows, and your fingers caress his chubby cheeks. "Yes, Tyr. Now have a good night's rest, and I'll be here in the morning to wake you up."

The ten-year-old nodded and closed his eyes, calming his heart to fall under sleep's hold.

After putting him to bed, you snuck out as quietly as you could and made your way to Ambrose's office. His reading glasses were on with his shirt unbuttoned halfway down to show bits of his pectorals.

His rust-red eyes flickered up to glance at who entered before swiftly setting down his files. "Baby, what's wrong?"

You don't exactly know what to say or how to feel, so you make your way over to him and lay in his lap. He's quick to surround you in his thick arms and hold your body against his chest.

It's dark in here besides the lamp on his desk, and it highlights the much police paperwork he's been taking home to do so he could spend more time here at the mansion.

"Tyr just told me that he doesn't want to go back home to his mom. They apparently don't get a lot of attention from their parents, and their nanny is the one who took care of the brothers." You say after taking in a deep breath.

The Chief appears to think for a second before he responds. "I see-"

"You know what makes me furious?" You suddenly begin, which prompts the man to raise a brow. "Even though we are human, anyone from my mother's bloodline is born immune to charms and curses. So that means it's not like Quillion has my mother enchanted. She's voluntarily obsessed with him to the point where her other sons were just an afterthought."

For some reason, you can feel the inner corners of your eyes sting and tears well up. "Even when she left to be with that man, and she had everything, she still couldn't raise her own children."

Ambrose doesn't say anything, merely holding you close, so his magic touch gives you comfort.

You want to cry for yourself, for Tyrion, and even the Qadir brothers.

"Some people are just not meant to be parents, my love. They hurt everyone else for their own happiness and don't care about anyone else but themselves." The half-Fae comments while migrating one of his hands to rub at your belly.

The child within your tummy awakens from their slumber and kicks at their father's touch.

"So what do you want to do? We could adopt the Qadir brothers, but Tyrion's going to have a fit." You laugh at his words and sniffle softly. "We could just keep them here and send them back when the mother gets better like we originally planned?"

It feels too cruel to send them back to a place where they will never be the first priority.

"I'll think about it later. Can we go to bed now?" You don't need to tell him twice as he carries your body bridal style and strolls back to your shared bedroom.

He surrounds you with his delightful smell and holds you close like you would disappear at any moment.

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Tyrion descends on a chair in front of Zafira at the library. The girl glances up from her pink laptop covered in stickers before grinning at the sight.

"To think you'd come to sit by me first~! Have you finally warmed up to me~!" She cooed, which spurred your brother to scrunch his nose.

He takes out his homework while settling his own computer on the desk. "All the other tables are full-"

"Sure." She murmurs while returning her attention to the essay on her screen.

The two sit in silence for a while, productively completing their work so they don't have to do it at home.

After forty minutes or so, the green-eyed teen flickered his gaze to the girl in front of him. Her lashes look longer than usual, darker too, and grazing over her faux blushed cheeks.

"Am I ugly?" Zafira abruptly questions; however, she makes no move to look up.

"Extremely so." He replies without any hesitation before leaning back in his seat. "Are you busy after school?"

She giggles and grasps her screen to tilt it down. "Are you finally asking to hang out? The ice prince is actually melting!"

Your brother sighs and raises his long arm to flick her forehead. She immediately recoils back and holds the area, tears welling in her eyes with her bracelets jingling from her movements.

"My da-" He stops himself quickly and clears his throat. "My guardians want to meet you. Apparently, they're shocked I have a friend."

After the pain goes away quickly, the dragon descendant hums like she is contemplating, but Tyrion already knows what her answer is going to be.

"Sure! I can't wait to meet Ambrose Rigel and-" Her eyes suddenly widen, and her lips fall agape.

Your brother raises a brow and parts his lips to speak, but he is interrupted by his classmate. "Oh, my god. I'm going to meet your sister."

Surprisingly, Tyrion began to laugh at her reaction and held a hand to his stomach. "What, are you scared? You're more scared of my sister than the...Ambrose Rigel? (Y/n)'s not even that-" Your brother fell silent before he could finish his sentence. His mind flickered through his many memories, which spurred him to slouch in his seat. "Actually...you should be scared."

"That's not funny!" Zafira snaps and throws a pencil at his head. "You're supposed to comfort me, not make my anxiety worse!"

"Sshhh!" The librarian hushes the girl as usual, which prompts her to huff and cross her arms beneath her chest.

Tyrion glances at the clock before packing his things away into his bag. "It's going to be fine. My sister is heavily pregnant and doesn't get as mad because of her blood pressure, and she likes cute things, so you're going to be okay."

The molten gold-eyed teen frowned at his words before raising her brow at the end. "You think I'm cute~?" She gushes.

"I think you're annoying now. Come on; the bell is about to ring." He snaps back while standing to his feet.

Giddly, his friend swiftly packs her things while whispering to herself: 'He thinks I'm cute.'

Heading to the front of the academy, they see that Ambrose is there with his truck to pick them up. The Rigel and Ormr family have known each other for years, so Zafira was not too uncomfortable with the half-Fae.

They regularly conversed about the small things, and the Chief asked about how her mom and dad were doing. He shared funny moments with her parents from when he went to the academy with them, and the ride continued comfortably.

It wasn't until their home came into view that both Tyrion and Zafira found themselves growing anxious. Your brother has not been giving you as much attitude since his talking with your partner, but he's still been keeping his distance until he felt like he could get the right words out.

And you've never liked any of his friends from his school, albeit some were bad influences and other's just stuck up.

"If I pass out, will you pick me up and carry me?" The girl beside him suddenly questioned.

"I'll drag you if it comes to it."

"Still a win."

The three exit his vehicle and enter the mansion. Some of the servants greet them as they pass, and it appears like his friend is used to that as well.

"Angus, do you know where (Y/n) is?" Ambrose questions one of the butlers.

The elderly man nods his head and points down the north corridor. "I believe Madam is out in the garden with the Qadir brothers."

Tyrion rolls his eyes at the mention of his younger half-brother, but Zafira shanks him in the waist with her hand to stop him.

He glares at her with narrowed eyes and has yet to drop the stank face as they all traverse to the side door.

Outside, the sun is high, with thick fluffy clouds creating shapes. The breeze is cool and perfect, too, shaking the leaves on trees and blowing flowers into the air.

Under the pavilion by one of the koi ponds, your figure is there, sitting at the table. You're attired in a bodycon dress to your knees that show your baby bump with a kimono over your arms.

Tyr is right beside you and being fed snacks from a treat tray as Mikhail and Raoul play a game of tag around the garden.

"We're back." Ambrose comments as he leans down to kiss your lips and settle in one of the chairs beside you.

You smile at him before dropping it when your attention falls on the white-haired girl's figure. Zafira freezes for a moment, appearing unsure if she should bow or curtsy, or kneel.

It's not like you were royalty, but damn, did the teen girl feel intimidated.

"I-I'm Zafira Drakkoth Ormr. One of Tyrion's friends from the academy." She finally manages to greet you.

Your expression is unreadable and doesn't help the intimidated as you appear to eye her up. If the dragon descendant knew she was going to meet her friend's older sister, she would have dressed a little more normally!

Her hair was up in its usual high pigtails with all her clips and bows and hair decorations. Her makeup was flashy and bright with her big eyelashes. Not to mention she was wearing her pink jacket and legwarmers over her turquoise blue boots.

Usually, she doesn't feel so insecure about her appearance, but she wants to make a good impression.

"She..." The girl could feel her throat tightening upon your response. "She's so cute!" You smiled brightly while holding one of your hands to your face. "I always wanted a sister, but all my life, I've been surrounded by men."

Both Zafira and Tyrion released a breath they didn't know they were holding in.

Ambrose grins at your words and reaches over to feed you one of the treats. "Should we visit the doctor soon to find out the gender?" He sought.

"I kind of want to be surprised, but I hope it's a girl!"

You and the Chief begin to go back and forth in a real lovey-dovey manner that has Tyrion pretend to retch. "We're going to go to my game room now."

"Okay." You wave them off and give Zafira a discreet wink. "I'll call you both down for dinner when it's ready."

The two teens swiftly leave and make their way through the corridors. "That went really well." He abruptly mutters.

"How, we barely talked." The golden-eyed girl questions.

"You don't know my sister well enough. For some reason, she's always been able to tell which one of my friends was a good person without even hearing them speak."

Setting down their bags, they hop onto the plush couch while Tyrion turns on his console. They begin to play multiple games together, conversing here and there when needed.

They're both quite good players, so every game was evenly matched. A few hours passed by relatively quickly until they decided to cool it on the competitions and switched to open world game they could play together.

It's rather chill and quiet besides the ambiance of the music. By this point, Zafira had chucked off her shoes and rested her legs on Tyrions lap.

"Hey, I've got a question." Your brother abruptly asks, which gains his friend's attention.

She raises a brow but nods her head.

"Why did you suddenly get close to me? It's not like you needed to benefit from getting close to the Rigels or gain advantages from being associated with me." He doesn't look at her even though he feels her eyes burning holes on his face. "You've stuck by my side even though I'm mean and don't usually reach out to you first."

Zafira pursed her lips firmly together and gazed back at the large Tv screen in front of them. "Some people need a friend-"

"Don't lie to me." Tyrion pauses his game and shifts to face the girl beside him. "By now, I can tell when you're not telling the truth. You squint your eyes and tap your foot."

She hadn't even realized what she was doing and swiftly ceased her actions. It's apparent the girl is starting to become nervous.

The dragon descendant pauses her game as well and sets her controller on the coffee table. "Um, well..." She laughs awkwardly while rubbing at the back of her neck. "It's because you smelled good."

Your brother is taken aback, blinking at first before slightly grinning. "Well, it is an expensive cologne Ambrose gave-"

"It's not like that," Zafira interjects and shifts so her body is now in line with his. "I may be a descendant, but that still means I'm a dragon. My hearing is better, and my sense of smell is intense."

"O...Okay?" Tyrion's dumba** is not getting it.

It provokes her to sigh and hold a hand to her heart. "Tyrion, when my kind meets someone who smells so good it's irresistible, it means they're a potential mate."

Slowly, your brother begins to take in her words. His brain is whirring like a machine, and his breathing is slowing.

"I wanted to get to know you after I smelled your scent, but now I don't just want to be your friend. I want to be with you. It's okay if you don't feel the same. You're not the only potential mate out there, and it's up to me to choose who I want, even if they don't have that scent."

Tyrion didn't appear to have any reaction, and it scarred the white-haired girl. She swallowed thickly, and the fear of having ruined her relationship with the green-eyed teen was making her stomach roll.

"Look, we can just forget-" Her speech came to a halt when your brother rushed forward. One of his hands found its place on her throat and squeezed as he neared his face to hers.

"You have other potential mates!? You're going to leave me for them!?" His voice is hostile, and his fury is evident.

Zafira stares up at him with wide eyes before smiling as tears well in her golden eyes. "Oh, you f*ckin' jealous dog. I don't want anyone else." She raises her hands to caress his face. "I want you."

Your sibling appears shaken for a moment before gingerly releasing her throat and holding his weight up by the side of her head. He presses his forehead to her sternum with what appears to be warm tears wetting her top.

"I'm sorry." He barely manages to whisper. "I shouldn't have done that...but when you said there were others you could choose from, I got so angry. I already lost my sister; I can't lose you too."

The dragon descendant hums and runs her long nails through his thick hair. "You're such a baby, Ty." She mumbles while continuing to comfort him. "You're not going to lose me, and you haven't lost your sister. For one, you haven't apologized to her for flipping out, and two, I've practically fallen in love with you, so I'm not leaving anytime soon."

She suddenly giggles, which spurs Tyrion to raise his head so he can face her. His teary-eyed expression was so beautiful that Zafira had to calm her heart down from exploding.

"What? Are you making fun of me?" He's not as snappy as he usually is.

She shakes her head leisurely before speaking. "No, but did you know that dragon's mate for life? So if we complete it, then you'll really never be able to get rid of me. Plus, you will start to get some of my attributes!"

To her surprise but delight, Tyrion's head dipped down to capture her plump lips in his. For their first kiss, it tasted of soda and sugar.

One of his hands dips into the arch of her back to push their body closer, with his other holding her jaw firmly. She responded just as eagerly, one hand buried in the back of his hair to deepen the kiss with her other pressing her nails into his back.

Their faces are burning heat, and their minds are swirling in pleasing hormones.

A knock at the door echoed in before the hinges squeaked as it opened. "Tyrion-Oh my!"

The teens snap their eyes open while turning to face the entrance. Both you and Ambrose stood in the doorway, shielding grins behind your hands. "Ou, um, dinners ready, but you guys can come down when you're both hungry."

The Chief giggled. "For food, that is." He mumbles, which provokes you to elbow him in the rib.

Before you closed the door, you winked at Zafira, who returned a wink.

Now alone again in the room, Tyrion removed himself from atop the dragon descendant to hide his face and rub at the back of his neck. "Well, that was embarrassing. She's never going to let me live that down." He mumbled under his breath.

Zafira giggled as she sat up leisurely. "I think they already had an idea." She states, standing to her feet to go up behind him and hug his back. "So...I guess you're my boyfriend now~!"

He can feel her grin against his skin and smiles to himself as he bites into his bottom lips. "I guess I am."

Her hands caressed his fit abdomen above his shirt as she sighed pleasantly. "You know, you're really attractive when you're jealous."

"Do you wanna break up?"

"I'm sorry~! :p"

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It's around midday on a Saturday. Both Tyrion and Ambrose had off work at the station, so they decided to stay home for the day. Everyone in the family was slacking off in the manor, relaxing.

The Chief had a long night before, so he was sleeping in just like your brother, who stayed up all night gaming. Ursula came over from the annex to bring you to the new garden she constructed and just began to plant.

Tyr, Mikhail, and Raoul remained in the study room in the morning to catch up on their work. It's now their main mission to do everything they can to make you and your partner satisfied with them.

So on this Saturday, it was just an undisturbed day.

...

Tyrion's phone began to ring, awakening him from the deep slumber he finally fell into just as the birds outside began to tweet.

He barely even parts his lids as he answers the call. "...Hello?"

"Wakey wakey, lazy a**. How long are you gonna sleep in?!" It was his girlfriend on the other line, with what appeared like yelling in the background. Sounds just like her other siblings were as active as her at the moment.

Groaning, the teen turns over onto his stomach as he continues to obscure his eyes from the sunlight peeking in through the open windows. "As long as I want." His reply is clear and concise, which prompts the dragon descendant to release a hefty sigh.

"You're so annoying!" She snaps before respiring heavily. "Sorry, I'm just mad because I wanted to invite you over, but since you slept all day, everyone else is awake- Wait a sec!" Zafira must have covered her phone with something considering the noise in the background became more muddled. "Hey. Hey! Shut the f*ck up before I come over there and knock ya' a** out!"

Her interaction with her siblings spurred a teeny smile to form on the teen's lip.

"Sorry 'bout that. My brothers have way too much energy."

"It's okay. I'm sorry we couldn't hang out today, so how about tomorrow? I'll be over early, and we can go out."

Tyrion can practically see the beaming smile on her face. He knows that whenever he offers to do something or comes up with a plan, she really appreciates it.

"Okay! You should get up, though, and do something so you can sleep early tonight." She reminds him, and by this point, your brother has leisurely sat up while rubbing his eyes.

He's sluggish with his movements as he heads over to his private bathroom and turns on the light. "Alright. I'll text you after." He murmurs, staring into his reflection, where his hair is disarrayed and eyes crusty.

The call ends, and he spends the rest of his time brushing his teeth, showering, and changing into a new set of clothes before departing towards the main set of stairs.

All the servants were either performing their jobs or resting as well. It really was just a slothful day.

Making his way into the large kitchen, he hadn't expected to view the side profile of the oldest Qadir brother. Since he's come here, his bangs have grown along with the bottom of his hair.

It's curled more to appear as somewhat of a styled mullet. Tyr seems to be cutting something on a small board, filling the room with a sweet aroma.

Heaving heavy breaths inwards, Tyrion ignored the boy as he made his way to the fridge. Behind him, he can hear the sound of the knife slicing across the cutting board with every contact.

"You should apologize to (Y/n)."

Your brother knits his brows together while his grip on the handle tightens at the sound of the boy's voice. He's starting to get irritated, so he ignores him to continue scavenging for something to eat.

There doesn't appear to be any more speaking, but the sound of him cutting has ceased.

It feels like his skin is burning alive at the sensation of half- vampire's eyes on him. "You should apologize," Tyr repeats, which earns him a scoff from the older boy.

"And you should learn your place. You don't belong here." It came out in one breath, something he's been holding back for a while now.

He cannot help the fury in his heart at the mere thought of the Qadir brothers. His own envy clouds his mind, along with his disdain for the fact that you risked your life to save him.

You were his sister; you shouldn't have even done something so selfless for somebody who shouldn't have mattered to you.

"Oh, I know my place." Those words spurred Tyrion to whip around, his eyes narrowed, and lips pulled into a sneer.

Though, that expression fell when the sight of Tyr right in front of him nearly gave him a fright. His blood-red eyes, which were already round, appeared wider as if he were staring right into the teen's soul.

It was no help at all, considering his expression was oddly impassive, but his gaze held the hostility he felt. No help at all when the knife he had used to slice the fruit was being held tightly in his left hand, down by his side but pointed upwards...

...As if he were going stab Tyrion.

"I know my place very well, right by (Y/n)'s side."

Your brother swallowed thickly. This little sh*t... Whenever the oldest Qadir brother was in your or Ambrose's presence, he acted meek and innocent, like he couldn't even hurt a fly. But right now...this wasn't the look of a little boy but a psychopath ready to lose it.

"All you do is make (Y/n) sad...I'm tired of it." Tyr states as his voice drops and fangs press into his bottom lip. "So apologize before I make you."

Why did Tyrion freeze the way he did? Ha ha, he's six years older than this kid. He's the big one, yet...why did he feel small and incomparable beneath this kid's gaze?

Abruptly, the half-vampire raised the knife upwards by his chest and pressed his pointer finger at the very tip of the blade. "You know, I'm very envious of you, Tyrion. You get to be (Y/n)'s full-blooded brother and the one she has always sacrificed a lot for. Every choice she makes has your well-being and feelings put into consideration...You know...I'd kill for that."

Tyr spun the blade so the light caught the sharp end. His eyes were down at the knife at first before rising to meet Tyrion's. "I'll be nice for now, but if you continue to take big sister for granted...sleep with one eye open." He murmurs.

Before the eldest could retort or even breathe, footsteps echoed from the hallway, and the half-vampire nearly teleported back to his position behind the island. His knife returned to the cutting board as he turned his head to the entrance and smiled innocently.

"Big sister! I cut some fruit for you and your baby!" He calls with his voice in a light and joyful tone with a vibrant grin on his small face.

What a complete turnaround! That two-timing little sh-

"Tyr, how thoughtful!" You call as you and Ursula step into the kitchen.

Flyaways stuck to your foreheads with sweat from being under the sun for so long. The both of you were outfitted casually, in light dresses and sunhats.

Ambrose's mother seemed pleased with the boy's words, holding a thin finger to her chin while nodding her head. "Yes, what a competent little boy. Rose nor Preston ever did such a thing when they were his age." She comments.

Tyrion couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

Your gaze abruptly darted to his green ones, which prompted you to tilt your head to the side. "What are you doing up? I thought you'd be asleep longer." You tease, and he nearly heats up from being put on the spot.

It doesn't help that Tyr is staring at him, smiling all cocky and sh*t.

"W-Well, Zafira called me, and we made plans to hang out tomorrow, so I needed to be able to get up early tomorrow." He got it all out in one breath; he felt lightheaded

The blonde-haired Fae hums as she struts over to the cabinet to pull out a bowl. "Ah, yes. The Ormr descendant. I'm somewhat familiar with her mother, a relatively good girl that had such a green thumb."

You laugh lightly while transferring the knife Tyr was cutting with over to the sink, where you begin washing it. "Should we invite the Ormr family for dinner then? I met their daughter, and she seems fairly like a good girl. She's cute too!" You gush before returning to the young boy's side.

Both Ursula and you continue a conversation, with Tyr holding your free hand.

At that moment, it felt like Tyrion had realized something. When had this distance started? The three of you stand right in front of him, yet he feels like he's miles away, only able to watch from a distance.

It must be mental of him to wish for those times again where it were just the two of you...before the Qadir brothers, before the baby, before Ambrose.

Really, the green-eyed boy had taken you for granted. No, he has been taking you for granted.

"I don't feel good." It mumbles from his lips before his brain can even register what he said.

You peer up, assessing his figure before slowly nodding your head. "Okay, why don't you lay down, and I'll bring you some soup later." You offer.

Ursula and Tyr look over at your face. "You shouldn't push yourself." The Fae states with the half-vampire nodding his head.

It brought a smile to your face as you waved them off while waddling over to your brother. You grasp his shoulders as you meet his eyes. "It's just soup. Now come on, go lay down."

He stands stagnant for a moment before hesitantly nodding his head. Though, before he leaves, he finds he meets the boy's gaze one last time, who doesn't say a word or make a single expression.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

The ceiling of his bedroom appeared so muddled as he cracked his eyes open. He had not a memory of when he fell asleep, but now sunlight no longer pours in through his open curtains but the dim light of the moon.

A crick has formed in his neck from sleeping in one position for so long, and he's sweltering beneath the thick comforter placed above him.

Gingerly he rises into a sitting position to lean against the headboard. His body hurts, and he feels sore all over.

There's a pounding in his head and burning dryness in his eyes; he doesn't even want to grab his phone and look at the screen.

So he sits in silence and looks about his room. On his nightstand, there's an empty bowl with a pitcher of ice water and a cup on a tray. He doesn't even remember eating; he didn't even remember falling asleep!

His throat is so dry. He wants to drink something, but his arms feel as though he forced them passed their limits.

F*ck, he feels like shit.

His eyes water, yet they do nothing to aid the dryness. The teen could only sit there, staring at this huge bedroom where he felt so small.

So minuscule...and so distant.

Cursing under his breath, your brother pushes himself off the bed. Cracks rumble from his back, and his knees almost give out from carrying his full body weight.

Despite the aches, he pushes forward while grasping his blanket to wear like a cape. A migraine is ravaging his head as he attempts to walk down the hall.

Where is he even going? He doesn't know.

But even though his head hurts and his own body is just pleading for him to give up, he pushes forward. He needs to find you; he needs to see you.

He misses his big sister.

A bout of coughs ripped through his chest, and he almost keened over if he weren't leaning against the wall.

Sudden footsteps echo out as they approach. It prompts the teen to gingerly raise his head, blinking rapidly from the movement.

Dread infiltrated his stomach with his already raspy throat tightening.

Tyr Qadir was traversing through the corridor, strolling towards him with his hands clasped behind his back. It seems the ends of his hair were braided and tied in colorful bands that should have been embarrassing, but all it did was build envy in Tyrion's chest.

"Where do you think you're going?" The half-vampire questions once he stalls his movement in front of the older brother.

He attempts to speak, yet the only thing he can squeak out is a wheeze.

Humming, the boy cocked his head to the side. "Are you really going to see big sister when you're like this? You want to bring your sickness to her when she's pregnant?" He clicks his tongue while crossing his arms over his dark sweater. "Can you be even more selfish?"

Tyrion can barely swallow, his bottom lip slightly trembling and his eyes glossing over. The inner corners stung, and he had to do everything to bite down and hold back a sob.

He feels so pathetic.

"I just...want to apologize..." His voice is hoarse and raspy, with the vowels wavering and a wheeze at the end.

Tyr scoffs. "I don't like how you treat (Y/n)." He abruptly clutches onto Tyrion's wrist and rests it on his shoulder. "But big sister cares a lot about you."

Effectively, the small boy is holding up almost all of the green-eyed teen's weight. It's easy to forget that even though the Qadir brother is half human, they come from a strong and ancient vampire bloodline.

It's silent between the two of them as they continue down the hallway. Not one speaks or even acknowledges the other until they arrive at the nursery.

You're only a month away from your due date now and soon will welcome your own child...your own baby.

Inside, you are sitting on a rocking chair as you rub your bulging stomach. Ambrose is slightly by your side, kneeling as he holds a large veiny hand on your knee. You're laughing at something the half-Fae is saying while he raises a small stuffed wolf.

It's no longer just you and him against the world. Your small family has grown exponentially, with Ambrose, the Qadir brothers, and soon this newborn.

He's terrible for wanting it just to be the two of you again. But for his entire life, you were the one who sacrificed everything and more for him.

You deserve to be at peace, finally.

Tyrion hiccuped, gaining both your and Ambrose's attention. Tears are cascading down from his blurry eyes, yet he makes no move to wipe them.

"I'm sorry." He can barely wheeze it out. His vision is fuzzy, and his entire chest is burning alive. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" The teen breaks down into hysterical sobs as he falls to his knees. "I love you so much! Please don't leave me! Please don't abandon me!"

"Tyrion..." You utter his name as if you were in pain. "Tyrion, sweetie, it's okay." Ambrose helps you to your feet as the both of you near him. "I'll never ever leave you. Not ever or again."

Your brother can barely breathe. He's hyperventilating as his face heats up and his throat tightens. "I'm sorry! I'm s-sorry! I-I've been so t-terrible!" His entire face is glossy and wet, shining illustriously in the light. "I can't l-lose you! You're my everything!"

The teen feels so overwhelmed that he could throw up. His crying ripples through his already weak body, snatching away all his strength and air.

You coo softly, kneeling right in front of him, and attempt to touch him, but Tyr places a hand in front of him to block the contact. "He is sick, big sister." The boy states.

Ambrose touches the middle of your shoulder blades, with the scent of his magic suddenly spiking in the air. "It's okay. You can touch him now."

There is no time wasted as you reach forward to comfort the teenager. He's slumped against your chest as you wrap your arms around his head and shoulders, running your nails through his shaggy hair.

"I love you, Tyrion. You're my brother, and you'll always be one of the most important people in my life." His crying finally begins to cease and become hiccups and whimpers. "No one is replacing you or going to abandon you. You're family, my family. So what if it became bigger?" You rub his face clean of tears. "You'll always be my baby brother that I gotta beat some sense into every once in a while."

Gingerly, you raise his head so he can meet your gaze. He can see you smiling, looking at him with so much love and adoration that he cannot help but feel so terrible for all the stress he has caused you.

After a moment, the Chief grasps one of your brother's arms and heaves him to his feet. "Now that it's all resolved, you need to go to bed. Actually, the both of you."

Tyr displays a sheepish grin as he rubs the back of his neck. "I'll take you back, Tyr." You offer while reaching a hand out for him. He nods his head, though before the two of you depart, you pat your sibling's face lightly. "Goodnight, little brother. Get some rest, or you won't be able to see your cute little girlfriend tomorrow~."

He doesn't have the energy to argue back, so he nods his head in silence.

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You sigh in contentment as you swallow down the soothing tea Ambrose's mother left you the day before. Your due date is creeping closer and closer, and so your anxiety is on the rise.

It's nice to have someone who understands your position and knows what you're about to go through. No way would you have ever thought there would be so many people who care about you.

You are glad the things that happened before did because then you would never be in this position with a loving family.

The warm sun beaming in through the windows feels good on your skin, on your face. It makes you almost want to take a nap.

Yeah, a nap sounds really nice right now.

Reclining on the soft sofa, you relax your head on the armrest and gently caress your round tummy. Soon that little baby inside can be physically held in your arms.

A part of you and a part of Ambrose; it feels so sentimental even just thinking about it. There really was a man out there who loved you with all his heart despite your flaws and wanted to give you the world.

You don't know what you did to be blessed with him, but you are so very thankful for it happening.

"Madam. Your phone was ringing from the kitchen."

You open your eyes to view one of the maids approaching and struggle to sit up with your bulging belly. "There's always something when I try to nap."

The staff member laughs lightly as she passes your phone before bowing and departing from the tea room. You don't even look at the caller's I.D. as you answered; your mistake.

"(Y/n), it's your father." You nearly throw up at the sound of his voice. "I need you. I need your help..."

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Bonus:

When The Teaser Get's A Taste Of Their Own Medicine

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

Zafira giggles between the kiss as she wraps her arms around the back of Tyrion's neck.

"Don't laugh. I'm pissed off." He snarls while he pushes her harder against one of the columns in the corridor at the academy.

She hums in delight and raises one of her legs to wrap around his hips. "I can't decide whether you're cute or hot when you're jealous."

Your brother huffs, biting her lip until he breaks the skin before pulling away. She's grinning so devilishly, gazing at him with desperate eyes as she licks away the blood with her long, pierced tongue.

"You're going to be the death of me, Zafira." He declares before wiping his mouth on the back of his sleeves. "You already know I'm insecure about losing you."

The dragon descendant merely shrugs her shoulders. "I'm just talking to our classmates; it's you freaking out about it."

He snatches her cheeks and squashes her lips together as he leans down to be in front of her face. "You're not dumb, princess." Her knees could give out at the sound of his voice calling her those little nicknames. "You know when guys are eyeing you up, practically undressing you in their mind."

Zafira whines and grasp his wrist to pull his hands off her face. "You know what will make you feel better, Ty."

Tyrion immediately shakes his head. "No, Zafira. We can't do that."

"You meanie~!" She whines and stomps her feet like a child throwing a tantrum, but it has no effect on your brother.

He merely glimpses down the empty corridors before glancing at his golden watch. "Call me whatever you want, but we are not doing it. It's a permanent thing-"

"It's my decision." She snaps and crosses her arms beneath her chest. "I already chose you; I already declared you as my mate, so why not just make it official!"

Your brother stares at her as if she said the dumbest thing possible. "Are we not official now!? Does everything we've been doing not matter unless we complete the bond!?"

Zafira's eyes are glazing over with tears. "We are, but that's not what I'm getting at. I want to do it with you even if it means that one day you will leave me. If that happens, it's my fault, but right now, it's just us. Why is this coming from the guy with abandonment issues!?"

Tyrion shakes his head like to signify that he is done with the conversation. He backs away and begins treating down the hallway.

"Wait, don't just walk away from me!" Her voice bellows through the empty corridor, but your brother waves her goodbye. "Tyrion, ugh!"

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

Zafira's nails dance across her desk as she stares (more like glares) at the back of Tyrion's head. He's a few seats in front of hers and a row over.

His expression is barely visible, and his eyes are focused on the professors at the front. Notes are opened on his table, and his hand twiddles a black pen between his thin nimble fingers.

She can't focus on the lesson at all.

The teacher's voice is mumbled like he's speaking underwater, and the beating of her ragged heart is the dominant nose in her ears.

It's been half a day since they argued, and they haven't really spoken to each other. He's not even avoiding her, but he's undoubtedly become quieter.

Finally, the instructor ceased his rambling, and the fifteen-minute free time began. The dragon descendant wanted to get up and make her way to her boyfriend; however, she froze at the sight of another classmate nearing him.

It was an elven girl from one of the Alreda households. Her chest-length silver hair was pulled into a high ponytail, and pointed ears were decorated in jewelry; one of her piercings dangled her family's pin of a silver staff with blue diamonds decorating the stem.

Peering down at Tyrion's notes, her sapphire eyes danced across the papers before training her attention to the Rigel teen's face.

"Hi, I'm sorry, but I haven't been paying attention. Did you get all the notes from section eight?" She asks, and her voice sounds so f*cking high that it's sickening.

Zafira's grip on her desk tightened, and cracks formed.

Your brother glances at his notebooks before nodding his head and opening one of them. "Yeah, here. It's a bit of a mix with section nine, but it's easy to discern which ones which." He utters in that dreary tone he usually uses with people he didn't give a f*ck about.

Hearing this, the white-haired girl nodded her head as if she were proud of him.

The elf smiled to show her perfectly shaped white teeth and took the notes, her thin fingers grazing against his, which provoked your brothers' girlfriend to suck in a breath.

"Thank you very much. You're honestly a lifesaver. If I keep failing this class, my sister will have my head-"

It was obvious that this sentence caught the green-eyed teens' attention. His shoulders perked up, and he leaned forward. "Your sister?"

Zafira raised a brow.

Giggling, the elf nodded while holding the notebook close to her chest. "Yeup. My parents passed in one of the stupid wars between the other elves when I was a baby, so it's been my older sister raising me."

'Oh, no, no.' This girl was using her sob story of being raised by her older sister to get Tyrion interested in her because he could understand and sympathize.

"You know, if you're struggling with this subject, I could help you. I know what it's like to have an older sister breathing down your back."

By this point, her blood was boiling. Was he doing this on purpose!? Tyrion's not nice to people, so why is he suddenly offering his help to some sl*tty elf girl?!

Tyrion wasn't even this nice to her until months into their 'friendship.' If she knew this was how she could have gotten his attention, she would have made up a sob story about an older sibling months ago!

That f*cking sl*tty elf! She knew what she was doing!

By this point, the bell rang, and students flooded out without another thought. She raised her hand to wipe her nose, but a piece of her desk was stuck in her hand from ripping it off.

"Hey."

She flung her gaze up to see Tyrion in front of her as he held onto the strap of his bag. His expression is the usual impassive and emotionless face he always has, but there's slight inquisitiveness in his clover green eyes.

"I'll be in the library tutoring someone. Just send me a text before school ends, and I'll pick you up." He mumbles, and before Zafira can even respond, Tyrion is already walking away to where that elven girl is waiting for him.

She beamed brightly as he neared and began talking once they exited the room.

The golden-eyed descendant felt sick to her stomach. If it weren't against the academy rules, she'd bolt right out of her seat and kick her a**.

For a minute, she had a moment of clarity. Is this how sickly jealous Tyrion gets when other's get too close to her?

Swallowing thickly, Zafira found herself marching to the library like a woman on a mission. Making sure to stay out of her boyfriend's line of sight, the teen hid behind some of the thick bookshelves and spied on her partner.

Notes and textbooks were open on the desk, and Tyrion appeared to be speaking about something seriously.

His shaggy dark hair framed his head shape so nicely, and his green eyes contrasted pleasantly against his (s/c) face.

She found herself growing warm at the sight. Ever since she first laid eyes on him, she began to simp for him like it were no one's business.

His cold attitude, his disinterest in other people, his fit body, and his tall height. She could go on if her thoughts weren't interrupted by an overly forced laugh from the Elven student.

"Sorry, I was just thinking about how you remind me of my sister." Aerin mused as she leaned her head in the palm of her hand.

Zafira's fingers grasped onto the wooden bookshelves and squeezed to the point where the wood splintered.

"I see. We're getting off-topic here." Your brother stated as he reached over to grab another textbook.

The elf laughed awkwardly before clearing her throat.

It felt like a win to the dragon descendant, but it didn't last long, with the silver-haired teen scooting closer to Tyrion. "I don't have my glasses with me. Can you bring it closer?" She asked while folding a strand of hair behind her head.

He nods, either way too oblivious or playing along, and scoots closer to her. The teen didn't know that his girlfriend wasn't here, so he's obviously not putting on a show.

'IS HE JUST THIS DENSE!?'

Aerin's dark uniform had a few buttons undone at the top to showcase her massive cleavage that not only had Zafira hating in envy but also wishing hers was that big.

Did Tyrion like big breasts? Well, she liked his.

As she continued to watch this scene, her heart was getting closer and closer to exploding. But when the elf's hand touched his bicep and slid down to his elbow, Zafira saw red.

Bolting forward, the Ormr descendant snatched Tyrion's face and connected her lips with his. He was frozen for a moment, his eyes wide, but as the girl pushed her tongue down his throat, he succumbed to her wants.

Golden eyes met sapphire, and the clear fury on Aerin's face was the best thing Zafira had seen all day.

Pulling away, she kept her hands on your brother's face while displaying a sickly sweet smile to the other classmate. "Sorry, elfy, but my boyfriend and I got somewhere to be."

The silver-haired teen attempted to speak and stuttered over her words, but the descendant was already pulling the human away.

"Zafira-"

She tightened her grip on his wrist that she had grasped before flinging him into one of the benches in the garden.

"Are you dense or stupid or both!" She snarled, her fangs glinting in the sunlight and her fist shaking.

Tyrion raised a thick brow while tilting his head. "Princess, what are you talkin' about?" He asked, clearly sounding like he had no understanding.

Tugging on her white pigtails, she stomped her feet like throwing a tantrum. "What!? You can't notice when girls are flirting with you!? Or can you not get it through your thick skull that it's not right for a girl to touch someone else's man!"

Once again, his brain was whirring, and his body froze as he thought to himself before suddenly smirking. It was a sh*t-eating grin that provoked his girlfriend to blush brightly on her tan cheeks.

"Oh, I get it now. Is my princess jealous?" He teased and reached to touch her face, but she slapped it away.

"I'm not jealous! I'm possessive because you are mine!" She stepped closer to snatch his collar and yank him down to her height. "My boyfriend! My partner! My mate!"

That grin had yet to fall from your brother's lips as he reached for their hips and pulled her body closer to his. "You know, you're kind of hot when you're jealous."

She screamed and stomped her feet. "You motherf*cker! I'm going to hurt you! This-You did all that on purpose, didn't you!"

Tyrion scrunched his nose and scowled. "Come on, I'm better than that, and you know it. I don't want anyone else other than you." He stated in a calmer voice than his counterpart.

Zafira pursed her lips with her molten golden eyes glossing over. Her feelings are so strong and overwhelming, and as much as she can blame it on the mate bond, it's truly just her own insecurities.

In her eyes, in her heart, the teen in front of her was her literal soul partner. His attention was everything, and his touch drove her wild. Never before had she felt so alive when he kissed her or so important when he referred to her as his girlfriend when introducing her to other people.

Because of his abandonment issues, he fears losing her. But the descendant was not perfect either and felt like she would never be good enough for him.

"I'm scared that you'll find someone better than me." She whispers, finally cooling her boiling blood. "Everyone wants to be friends with you, to get to know you. I fear that you'll meet someone that gives you exactly what you want."

Swallowing thickly, your sibling pulled his girlfriend to one of the benches and sat down to settle her on his lap. He holds her close by her small waist while grasping her chin so she faces him. "Princess, that's never going to happen. I opened up to you. I told you my life story that I find so embarrassing. I introduced you to my guardians because their opinions are so important to me. I don't do that with just anyone, and I most definitely do not care about others' feelings like I do with you."

Clover green met molten gold as the teen girl reached to hold his prominent jaw. "I know. I know that I'm different, but it's hard for my kind. We love our mates so hard, and you walking around without my scent makes it so hard even to breathe." She expressed.

Tyrion's expression looks as though he's fighting back and forth with himself. His thoughts are conflicted, and he can't manage to get the words off the tips of his tongue.

"Princess, I can't do that. I can't hurt you like that if anything ever happens and we have to separate. You'll be bounded to me for life. And If I die, you can die as well-"

"Please." Zafira pleads and wraps her arms around his neck. "I'm willing to take that chance. You're the only one I'm ever going to want."

"Zafira, no. We are still just sixteen, and this is a rash decision-" The dragon descendant ceased his speech by connecting their lips together and pushing her chest against his so their hearts could practically connect.

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Tyrion stared up at Zafira's ceiling, her LED lights pulsing between a multitude of colors. He laid bare beneath her pretty pink comforter as his girlfriend snuggled up against his side.

A grin was plastered on her lips that had yet to fall while humming to herself. In her hyper-feminine bedroom, your brother finally came to a realization hours later.

"Did you just manipulate me to get what you wanted?" He abruptly questioned the descendant.

She peered up leisurely, her grin widening and white hair pooling around her smaller figure. "Yes. Yes, I did. Now give me a kiss, mate."

The green-eyed teen laughed to himself before grasping the back of his partner's head and yanking her closer to him. "I get now why Ambrose practically kisses the ground my sister walks on."

"Oh, are you going to do the same to me~?" She mused, only to be silenced by a hand grasping her cheeks.

The human bit his bottom lip and tightened his hold. "You f*cking wish."

"But my prince, I always get what I want."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

At this point, it just became a Tyrion and Zafira love story, but I support it.

Essentially, I just ended up writing a book. Every single one-shot on here could be its own book.

I did kind of leave off with Y/n on a cliffhanger for a pt.4, and I might get to it one day, but I'm trying to update my other books and work on other monsters.

Tell me if you guys liked it even though it was all over the place, lol.

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↳ ║The Half-Fae Police man║║━ Pt. 1 ━║

↳ ║The Half-Fae Police man║║━ Pt. 2 ━║

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

𝐌𝐚𝐦𝐚 signing out

[1-800-c0sm1c]

꒰snooze !꒱

after an intense match in the apex games, there's only one legend crypto would even dare let his guard down around.

character x legend!reader

includes crypto !

warnings : none.

word count : 1268

a/n : can you tell i've been streaming lovejoy's music recently with the cmwyl lyric i shoved in there ? yeah i'm obsessed sorry not sorry 🫶

crypto was not one to let his guard down, ever. on the dropship, he was notorious for his silent and cold personality. how you managed to get him to warm up to you, let alone have an actual friendship with him was a mystery to your fellow legends.

after finishing a particularly rough match, you had offered crypto to come back with you to your apartment for a celebratory evening. he usually would be quick to decline, after all he always had work outside of the apex games that needed his attention. however, he's noticed he has a hard time saying no to you, especially when you look up at him with excitement in your eyes. crypto is sure he'd bang his head on any doorframe you seemed suitable for you two to go through if you looked at him the same way you always do.

he pretends to seem annoyed when agreeing, attempting to make the other legends around you on the dropship assume that he wasn't actually this quick to give in. although he highly doubts that anyone else's doe eyes would have the same effect on him that yours do, and he's not sure whether that's a blessing or a curse.

crypto's now relaxing on your couch, or at least, what he would consider relaxing. it's rare he gets a chance away from his work outside of when participating in the apex games, but he always can't help but feel a sense of guilt rush over him whenever he neglects it. so, even though it may not look like it, him sitting with his muscles tensed and brows furrowed, is his idea of taking a break.

you try your best not to laugh at him, the last thing you'd want to do is make him uncomfortable. but sometimes his awkwardness is amusing, and you choose to enjoy it while it lasts. "you look like you have a lot on your mind." you state, jumping up onto the couch next to him. "i always do." he replies, nonchalantly. you shrug in response, "yeah, i guess that's true. i just meant, you know, like you need a break." crypto pauses for a moment. he can't think straight when you're staring at him like that, like you see through him. was it that obvious how pent up he was? he guesses if it was obvious to anyone else they wouldn't have the courage to bring it up. not like you, never afraid to speak your mind, and incredibly stubborn.

"...아니, i'm fine." he finally answers, you don't look convinced in the slightest. "your eyebags look like they're working overtime at the local grocery store. when's the last time you got a full night's rest?" he looks away again, not sure whether he should answer honestly or not. he's probably gotten about 5 hours this week, and that's being generous. "it doesn't matter, i hardly notice when the time is passing anyway." he tries to play it off, hoping you wont press further, and surprisingly, you drop it. "yeah, sure. if you say so. if you're functioning i guess i can't get on your case about it." he lets out a breath of relief he hadn't even realized he was holding, and instantly regrets the answer he just gave you.

shit. maybe sleep was important. untensing his body even for such a short amount of time made the consequences of crypto's lack of sleep catch up to him real quick. he holds back a yawn, before attempting to strike up another conversation with you so he doesn't completely shut down. "you said you wanted to celebrate, what did you have in mind?" "oh, i don't know. i usually just end up with some cider in the hot tub by the end of the night. what do you think?"

he thinks its a horrible idea, but maybe if you begged him enough he'd think about it. just, not in his current situation. there'd be nothing more embarrassing than passing out in a hot tub and potentially drowning. plus, depending on who was around, removing his jacket was off limits for crypto. he's hoping you'll realize on your own how dumb of an idea that really was, and you'll be okay with just watching a movie or something. whatever gets him home the fastest.

you pout at him dramatically, "you wanna go home already? but you've been here for less than an hour. you'll have all the time in the world to be a boring nerd later, okay?" oh god, did he say that out loud? maybe it was too late for him, he was already totally delirious. he plays it off by looking annoyed, but with how exhausted he obviously looks it comes across more as a cranky toddler who's been woken up from their nap earlier than they'd like. you'd never tell crypto this as you value your life, but his grumpier side is actually really cute.

"what do you want to do then? since all my ideas are horrible.." you ask, heavy sarcasm in your tone that would make anyone else think you've spent too much time around crypto, but that he finds to be quite amusing. you're rubbing off on him too, just in hopefully less noticeable ways. he thinks about your question for a second, realizing he actually doesn't have any better suggestions and huffs a sigh and shrugs. "i don't know.." he mumbles.

you laugh under your breath and quickly clear your throat when he glances back at you, "well.. what do you usually do in your free time? outside of all the extra… stuff… you do?" he shrugs again nonchalantly, "i don't have time for other stuff." glancing down at his watch, he tries to pretend like the minutes aren't passing slower than ever. he can't even use the excuse that he's wasting his time. and even if he could, he wouldn't use it to guilt you.

"if you did have time, then. what would you do with it?" "sleep." crypto responds almost immediately. his eyes have started to get much more difficult to keep open, and he knows once they're closed they won't open again for a bit. you've noticed this, and subtlety move closer towards him until your shoulder touches his. you're not sure if it's the padding in his jacket or if he's really that out of it but he doesn't react at all to the distance between you being much smaller than it was before. "i mean, nobody's stopping you. i have a spare room or you can crash here on the couch if you want."

crypto quickly shakes his head, feeling slightly lightheaded afterwards. "that won't be necessary." you decide to test the waters by gently laying your head on his shoulder. this time he flinches, but he doesn't push you away. "are you sure? you look exhausted, i don't think you could make the walk back to your apartment." he scoffs, but doesn't deny his tiredness anymore. "whatever." crypto mutters.

you lift your head up to let him adjust on the couch, and he seems insistent on falling asleep sitting up perfectly straight. "that cannot be comfortable.." you laugh as you place your head back down and gently move his to lay on top of yours. crypto almost sputters out a protest but finds he's too tired to care anymore and instead simply says "wake me up in an hour." as he yawns. "yeah right. i'll see you in 8." you smile at your own remark, and crypto smiles too before closing his eyes finally and falling asleep.

[marine-indie-gal]

Is anyone truly deeply aware of The Obscure Adaptation of "The Island of Dr. Moreau" but as a Kids Cartoon? I know that defiantly sounds a hell of a Crazy idea of wanting to Adapt an Sci-Fi Horror Adult Book into a Goofy Cartoon, but believe it or not, this One is not just your ordinary version.

So I've recently been watching a New Obscure Show from Canadian called "Spliced", which is a Semi-Adaptation of One of H.G. Wells' Novels that I've mentioned before, only instead of focusing on Vivisection, it focuses on the Society of Mutant Animal Mashup Hybrid Beasts. But in a Slice-of-Life way, not in a Dramatic tone like how the Book putted in.

Granted, I never really have read the Book before but the Cursed 90s Adaptation is the Only Version that I have seen (have not ever dared to wanting to look into the 30s or 70s one).

So far, the only buildup of trying another Foreign Show but this time from Canada (Which I have seen Many Canadian Shows in My Childhood like with "Ruby Gloom" or the more famous, EEnE or G4's MLP), & despite Me having a more deep touch on Japan, Russia, French, or Ireland (cough, cough, which I am attached to my Most Favorite Foreign Film studios from each of there's, cough), I'm always more open-minded to Other Foreign Animated Media from a Different Country. Which inspired Me to take my own Redesign Trip on the Spliced cast, if they looked more Different or at least Realistically Accurate to their Animal Mashup species while also mixing both the Show and My Own Artstyle.

I was originally going to neglect Compuhorse since I couldn't afford on what to do with Him to Re-design him since I had no idea on how to do a Personal Interpretation Mashup between an Animal with Electronic (let alone have a Horse be implanted with Technology since the Animal Mashups between Two or More Beasts were way easier) but then I instantly did figure out something on how to do by just turning the tables around and have Him in a Wheel Chair with No Legs (as a callback to his own Inspiration since he's a Stephen Hawking based-parody). I dunno, chances are, I just didn't want to leave him out since he's one of the Show's Main Characters.

Princess Pony Apehands was honestly my Most Favorite out of the Redesigns, while her looks may have been based off of the Stereotypical Girly-Girl Pony type, I wanted to redesign her by adding some adjustments to make it more "Modern-like" (inspired by Horseland).

Two-Legs Joe was obviously a twist (I know as to why he is called by that) but since I've "swapped" Compuhorse and Joe in this, I'd figure why not five Joe some Feathers (more as Wings than just Arms) so I guess you could at least say that he's now "Armed-Winged Two-Legs Joe"?, "Winged-Two-Legs Joe"? I just thought maybe a Flying Rhinoceros with Wings would be pretty funny if you're back or your tail is attached to a Bird (though he would pretty much still use his own Legs for Hands).

The Rest of Them were easier since you could obviously tell for Which Character they had More than just One Species being a Mashup of (minus Patricia since she's already an Animal Mashup Born, a Platypus (Duck-Beaver)), but Peri and Fuzzy were very hard, I know Peri is supposed to be Half Octo Half Cat or Fox but to Me, he looked more like a Squirrel so I made him into a Flying Squirrel/Cuttlefish mashup but for Fuzzy, considering that his Mashup Species is nowhere confirmed, I had to do my best coming up with the best instinct of Two Rodent Species of Animal as I theorized Fuzzy to be an Mashup of Two Rodents combined (A Bunny and An Albino Possum or a Rat).

Spliced (c) Nelvana

Redesigns of the Spliced Characters (c) Me

[ohnoitstbskyen]

Hello, I've been watching your content for a while. While I quit League a long time ago I still hold partial interest to Runeterra's lore, (such as it is) . In particular I really enjoy Bilgewater in general as well as Illaoi and Ezreal as individual characters and I've enjoyed your takes on said things. (Also fuck Demacia) And I wanted to ask you, after so much dissillussionment from Riot's content, in particular from the latest "cinematic" , how they have always prioritized e-sports and skins over actually giving the lore a proper direction and conclusion or how Legends of Runeterra is getting downsized and unlikely to last much longer, why do you still do League content? You are clearly very critical of a lot of the decisions the higher ups do that affect the output of artists and writers in charge of Runeterra's universe and character designs. And there has not been much sign of improvement since a lot of your points. It's like screaming into a brick wall at this point, so why not move on?

Why not spend your time on something that doesn't lead its fans along with empty promises, breaking them, promising to do better next time and then repeating the cycle all over again for years like an abusive relationship. Beyond doing it because it's what you're most well known for, why stick with content that you know will keep disappointing you?

I'm glad you are diversifying your content but I personally feel your passion for art, animation and writing analysis would be better spent away from League and into more games beyond that (in particularly really liked your take on "Despite everything, it's still you" from Undertale). The indie scene in particular is chock full of incredible and unique takes in terms of character design and narratives I'm sure you will enjoy. League is clearly not worth the time for people who are into the lore, art and setting of videogames anymore. I hope I wasn't too personal or intrusive with my question. Cheers.

So that's a very long question. I'll start with the short and cynical answer:

I am doing League of Legends content because that is what my audience wants, and that is what makes me most of my money.

My channel is a League of Legends channel primarily, the algorithm likes it and pushes it that way, and League of Legends is an absolutely enormous intellectual property with an absolutely enormous player base, which means there's a big audience for my content about the game. A large audience means more engagement, means more ad revenue, more sponsorship opportunities, more subscribers, and so on and so on.

That's the cynical part of the answer. I don't want to sidestep it with some guff about "being passionate about the subject," because the truth of my job is that it is a job. I'm not sailing freely on the oceans of creative impulse pursuing my bliss, I'm trying to pay my rent and my pets veterinarian bills and pay down loans and have enough left over to help my friends when they need it.

I approach this job much the same way I approached being a freelance illustrator - having passion for the subject is a nice bonus, but you don't always need it to do good and valuable work.

And with the cynicism out of the way... I also just genuinely love the fucking League of Legends universe. With all its many, many stupid flaws and its garbage corpo owner and its years of systematic neglect and the constant disappointment, god help me, I still love this stupid shit. And when management gets out of the way and lets the good writers at Riot be good at their goddamn jobs, amazing things can happen.

The Ashe: Warmother comic is still such a beautiful short narrative work, with such visual verve and empathy for the characters it's depicting.

It zeroes in so acutely on the idea that Ashe and Sejuani are shaped by their difficult relationships with their mothers, and that THAT is ultimately the difference that drives them apart when they should by rights have had the chance to be sisters. When they become warmothers of their own tribes, it is the memory of their mothers that drive them, and just as the Freljord is divided by generations of strife engineered by Lissandra, the matriarch of the whole region, that generational trauma resonates into Ashe and Sejuani and sets them against each other.

Or Ekko's short story, where he has been accepted to the fancy Piltover academy that's supposed to be his golden ticket out of poverty, his chance to escape Zaun, everything his parents have worked their whole lives to give him, and...

Like, FUCK, you can't just invent these silly cartoon muppets to throw at each each other in your dumb MOBA beat 'em up and then give them INTERIORITY like this??? Apply their silly cartoon powers in way that explores their emotional difficulties and works thematically with their internal philosophies?

god dammit I love this stupid game's universe, I cannot be saved, leave me and go before it infects you too!

[the-glorious-evolution-fanart]

Question, is it me, or does Universe(2015-2016) Viktor's lore feel kinda of...rushed, in a sense? Like, they didn't read through the lore he had to decide what stays what remains and decided to just, toss it out altogether and toss together all the ideas they had in draft to turn into a cohesive enough story because they didn't know what to do with him when the OG story was tossed in the can in favour of a blank canvas. Just so they could get another champ slotted into the current version of Zaun as soon as possible while fitting into the archetype of of Tech-Priest inspired Cyborg Scientist. Like it feels like they never went through his old lore to figure out what worked, what could be very easily translated into current Zaun, and what elements to drop like the elements strictly related to the Institute of War. To be honest, he's not the only one, I find that some champs' lore was rewritten for the better, like Poppy, while others feel like their rewrites were rushed out as soon as possible in time for the next Season for the new players. If they gave the champs a rewrite at all. Because, I've been reading through both and just, I don't see why they had to change it completely. He could've been so easily kept intact to what he was while sticking around in Zaun as we know it today. He still could've been with the College of Techmaturgy and honestly, I felt that would've added another layer to current day Zaun compared to what we have today by showing that even if they're not on as prestigious a standing as Piltover, Zaun is still a place just as advanced, to the point where it was the place that gave us, pretty one of the most intelligent champs in the game lore wise. If they really wanted a enemies/frenemies dynamic with Jayce they could've just made him, a transfer student of sorts to Piltover Academy while still keeping Viktor with the College. His situation with Blitzcrank could've gone nearly pretty much completely unchanged altogether. He could've remained the same personality wise regardless, I feel that would've helped keep him cohesive across the board. Especially since as of current, it feels like since 2016 if he by some miracle does appear in Riot's content, it's like someone's continuously flicking the light switch between being the typical Evil to Morally Grey Mad Scientist TM to being a Robotic Saint so fast that it's kind of a pain to properly pin down his characterization. That is if he isn't left in the Neglected Champs Bin altogether until the next time Riot remember he exists. To the point that the moment you think you have Universe Viktor's character pinned down, all the sudden they realize a new thing he's in that contradicts what they gave you before they released the thing and now you're left confused again. Sometimes, even within the same timespan as seen with LoR because the Viktor in the comics for Vi and Jayce, doesn't completely feel like the Viktor you even play as. It feels like he's written by completely different people working off a prompt a majority of the time. When, there wasn't a issue with his personality to begin with, and he still would've been compelling, if not more compelling today in a world where mental health and the issues involving the problematic side of Academia is actually more in the forefront today than it was in 2010. It wasn't that he had a problem back then, it's likely more than not that he was just, ahead of his time, and written in a time period where neither topic weren't as talked about because it didn't have a chance to make a wave on the internet yet. Plus it would've made things A LOT better down the line writing him because then he wouldn't have been on such an odd standing that the writers keep flip flopping all over the place writing him.

His goal could've remained the same completely, just with a mild rewrite to write out the Institution and just simply made him a man who wanted to preserve HIS work by doing that work on HIMSELF due to the trauma from Stanwick, before pioneering it to enough of an extent to where he could safely help others. And that a major chunk on why a lot of people have some animosity towards him is because he's just, difficult and kind of intimidating to read for a lot of people, in combination with the rep he gets from the more fanatical Acolytes and the Piltovan side, and that the more antagonistic misassumptions of him spread and got flanderized overtime. When in reality compared to the rumours he's actually just, a decent guy, it's just that he's just going through shit and has a hard time with people a majority of the time. Only that, others have a hard time even approaching him to see that. There was just, so much potential, and so many a solution already that didn't include rewriting the entire character. But I think a major reason to everything is that they took a change that should've been implemented over the long term to begin with and tried to rush it out as soon as possible for the sake of rewriting and expanding on the world building to give us something new and more expansive. Especially once the game became popular and picked up enough steam to go from what was an indie MOBA into a game that all the sudden ended up with some really big shoes to fill. When, I feel in hind sight, they should've taken their time to readapt everyone in such a way that they could've preserved and refined the pre-existing champs overtime, keeping what to the old fans was still familiar and keeping to their original character in one way or another, while still gradually shifting Runeterra into the open world it is today.

I don't know, just, looking at a lot of the oldies, Viktor included, I feel like they're all victim to what is in hindsight, a giant rush job. Especially considering he's one of the champs that got the shortest end of the stick out of a lot of this. I mean, the most love he's got is from Arcane, but Arcane Viktor is the Viktor specific to Arcane's world, and Arcane's version of Runeterra. He is his own separate character isolated to his own story and should honestly for the most part be treated as such, even as far as I'm concerned and that's the rendition that is personally to me, one of my favourite renditions of Viktor. Strictly talking in game Viktor. Riot did him pretty dirty.

Yeah you're right that the 2016. Universe lore reads like the people tasked with "updating" the og 2011. lore didn't truly understand it, nor did they understand the meaning of elements they introduced in the new version.

Like you mentioned, Zaun was left with having nothing in terms of academic institutions, and as consequence the world feels much smaller because the class conflict, from both cities having their own versions, got squeezed into a reductive cliché with Piltover-Zaun where one side has everything and the other one is just a garbage dump. It doesn't help that the current garbage dump (Zaun) was representing east Berlin, eastern and south-eastern Europe, where I live. It reinforces the silent idea in popculture that people from here do not achieve any academic heights. It reinforces the stereotype that Ekko must choose his family and stay in Zaun, thus not having any access to higher education because all of it is in rich Piltover.

But Riot wanted to forcefully thread this class-conflict into every champion from this region, and this was the easiest way to do it - nuke anything Zaun had and leave them with just envy and hunger for what Piltover took from them.

Another problematic element in 2016. Universe lore that has no place being in Viktor's motivations or behaviour, is that "removing free will for their benefit" moment. In 2011. release lore, Viktor (alongside other students) created Blitzcrank, a sentient being with literal artificial free will, and Viktor fought tooth and nail to try and keep credit for his creation. So for starters, it would be antithetical for him to hate free will (he has one himself). Removing free will is not a morally questionable thing to do, it's straight up evil from the perspective of a person you're trying to save, because you're killing what they even are. But clearly the people doing the lore update deemed this appropriate position to plop Viktor into in order to give him something Jayce could oppose, why, I have no idea. Maybe they didn't understand just how downright morally deplorable this is and how it makes Viktor a terrible person, or maybe they indeed wanted him to fully read as a terrible person who begs for sympathy through the unfortunate events that happened in his life. But what unfortunate events? In the 2016. Universe lore, he got expelled exactly due to his own actions, his attempts at removing free will. I'd say that was deserved.

People love the short story with Naph and point to it as proof that Viktor is a good guy, and in principle I agree that a story of this type is fitting. It's the details that make it unsalvageable yet again - he gives a child mind-altering drugs (children have parents or guardians for a reason) and that nullifies any good advice or kindness he showed to the kid. There's also the frankly inexplicably stupid use of... literally rusted tools to do surgery on his own flesh. ??? He would die of infection. Come on.

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Arcane Viktor on the other hand has the opposite problem - he's forced into augmenting (whichever form it takes) due to his physical condition, and this is a completely different character motivation. He also (it looks like) doesn't rely on science and technology at all anymore, turning into a traditional mage with metal as simply a conduit/material he uses.

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Like you said, the topic of mental health in Academia is now more in the light than it was in 2011, but unfortunately it looks like large corporations still don't deem it "interesting" or "profitable" enough so they replace it with something more often seen. But it's an important topic regardless, and I still like the release lore for a reason.

When Rito was updating lores from 2014. to 2016, it really did look like a rushed job, you may be right.

[solis-scutum]

(Starter for @errera-after-dark)

It had been a quiet day of travel, all things considered.

A whim had drawn her to Vylbrandt for a time, leaving her to wander the countryside of Middle La Noscea and take in the sights that she'd not had the chance to relish since before things had really picked up. And with K'nari abroad in Tural, she could afford to spend some time to herself, sometimes...Right?

In fact, while she had been in Summerford Farms for a rest, word had reached the snowy-haired Paladin of a café that had been set up near overnight to serve patrons. Or...At least, that was her assumption, considering the establishment itself seemed to be based out of a tent. So, it was only natural that it would be her next destination, considering Isolde hadn't yet had lunch.

The tent itself was impressive enough, and the scent of food only made her mouth water...It smelled absolutely divine, even by her exacting standards. And with her expectations raised by anticipation, Isolde entered the tent...Only to find a familiar face serving customers. One she hadn't seen since she'd been a mere adventurer, long before joining the Scions and getting with K'nari romantically.

An old friend...One she'd been longing to write to for the longest time. The excitement in her voice as she spoke up at last was all but impossible to ignore, eyes lighting up subtly as she stepped towards the blonde Miqo'te.

"You're...D'awn! By the Lover, it's been so long! It's me, Isolde! Please, tell me you recall me."

It had been a long time since Isolde had been so excited to see somebody that was neither K'nari or Arvio. But, her former traveling companion was very much a sight for her azure eyes, prompting her to run over and embrace the other in a hug. With everything going on, she had neglected to write a letter to D'awn explaining everything she'd been through...And as a result, she'd had no idea what the other was doing, herself.

And yet...Here she was, making a fine living! Oh, they absolutely needed to catch up, Isolde thought. But...More importantly, she'd soon release the blonde and smile, hands at her sides as she spoke again.

"Hahaha...Forgive me, it's just been so long since we last saw one another, I was overcome with joy to see you in one piece. Come, we can speak once you've seen to your customers! I've so much to speak to you about!"

[aphrodaisyacs]

This might be an odd question, but do you have any tips or preferences when it comes writing Natsuo? Asking for *ahem* reasons...

Ok well I guess like with all fanfic writing I use canon as a jumping point. He’s not exactly a flat character because the few moments he’s given imply a lot of depth, and it’s pretty fun to tease out that depth.

What we know from canon:

Out of all his siblings, Natsuo is the only one who appears to have a “normal” social life. He has a girlfriend who he presumably met during a university class, and he’s implied to prefer hanging out with her and his other friends instead of going back to visit his childhood home (much to Fuyumi’s annoyance lol). Based on his interactions with others he seems to be a sociable and friendly person (when Endeavor isn’t around to sour the mood at least). Personality-wise he also seems to be a confrontational person, in the sense that time and again he doesn’t shy away from uncomfortable conversations or topics- he prefers to air out all the grievances instead of letting them fester.

Currently, he and Fuyumi are the closest out of all the family members. They grew up together and they have the most normal sibling relationship out of everyone (the bar is on the ground tho aljsbd). In the scene where we first see them visiting Rei in the hospital together we also see them bantering and playfully poking at each other and he loves and respects her enough to put up with Endeavor for her sake.

It is no secret that Natsuo despises Endeavor—for being responsible for Touya’s death, for his treatment of Rei and Shouto and most likely also for the way he left Fuyumi as the responsible “adult” in charge of the home. The latter is implied from the way Natsuo spoke about how he tried to help her, ie with the cooking, but he was forced to stop when Endeavor complained about his cooking so it became Fuyumi’s responsibility again.

Then there’s all the trauma surrounding Touya, the way he feels like his brother wouldn’t have had to die (and become a villain) if only he’d listened to him when he needed it and maybe talked him out of some of his more extreme beliefs. It’s implied that he’s studying his current degree (medical welfare I think?) because of Touya, because he wants to help more people like his brother. There’s a lot of (irrational) guilt wrapped up in his feelings about Touya, but as seen in recent chapters he’s willing to put in the work and walk the long and difficult road to mend things between Touya and the rest of the family.

Now onto headcanon territory (most of which are extrapolated from canon):

I think that he has extremely low self esteem, due to the neglect he suffered while growing up. Not just from Endeavor, but from Rei too—here’s some thoughts I’ve already had about this, copy-pasted from the end AN of ch13 in WHFO:

I've always gotten the feeling that she and Natsuo were never particularly close, especially before she was hospitalised. Because he must've been what, 3 when she had to pass him over to be raised by the housekeeper while she completely shifted her focus to Shouto? Not to mention that his physical resemblance to Endeavor would've made it hard for her to even look at him, especially as her mental health spiralled. I just feel like Rei never really got much of a chance to get close to him the way she did with her other children, which is sad because that means Natsuo didn't have much of a relationship with either of his parents when he needed it most during his formative years faksjdlfs that is most definitely not going to have an impact on him at all, nope :)

Expanding on that I think he is also incredibly affection starved, and even as he strives to make a life for himself outside the family a part of him might always find it hard to accept praise or even just the idea that people would genuinely think he’s great to be around or good at things in general. Just you know, general symptoms of someone who had a childhood of emotional neglect.

Because of the whole thing with Rei I also think that he’s hyperaware of how much he physically resembles Endeavor. Does this mean he’s probably insecure about his looks as a result? Yes I do like to think so, especially for the Angst™️. It also doesn’t help that all of his other siblings look like their mum so he’s got that extra dose of feeling like the odd one out.

I also really like the headcanon that he inherited Endeavor’s short temper and general anger issues. Not only because that’s Angst Deluxe, but also because it would be interesting to explore how he grapples with it, and the internal conflict he feels about how scared he is of becoming like his father. This is why I love writing scenes where he’s arguing with his siblings or shouts at them only to watch them flinch because the psychic damage + self-loathing that would follow? Impeccable. Unparalleled. 👌