Read “Fatal Affection” on Ao3!
“You,” he points the harpoon in Luca’s face, the silver glinting dangerously. “You show up, cheat your way through the race, win a fucking Portorosso cup—”
He’s trembling. He shouldn’t be, he shouldn’t be scared of Ercole anymore. But he can’t. He is.
“And you tear apart a perfectly good town, with your briny little claws.” Ercole thrusts the weapon, just to make the sea monster flinch. “I hate you. And deep down, you know everyone else does, too.”
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