"How did Shuro think he could marry Falin when he hated her brother?" you have to understand. Toshiro is from a whole different country. In his head he and Falin would move back to the Eastern Archipelago and they'd see Laios twice a year tops. You can pretend to get along with in-laws you don't like for a few days a year, people do that all the time.
The actual flaw in his planâ which shows he doesn't really understand either of the Touden siblingsâ is the fact that if the plot hadn't happened and Falin had for some reason said yes to his proposal, Laios would have packed his bags and moved away with them instantly.
my mum did her ph.d in classics because of tolkien and she loves haladriel. tolkien changed her life when she was in her twenties. he inspired her, a young woman who grew up in a religious cult where women were subservient to men and not considered smart, to learn ancient greek and get a whole entire ph.d in ancient history. all these years later we have now watched both seasons of rings of power together and bonded over our love for galadriel and sauron. it's not a perfect show, but it's perfect to me.
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Haladriel doodle for @jhalya to brighten up her day - and to brighten it further, I have cleaned it up and made it larger to look at :3 youâre welcome dear
Spell training has begun for the Pure Vessel. Proud of themselves, they decided itâs time for a reward. Off to visit their siblings.
*tried*grumpy* Why woken before wake time? And not woken at wake time?
Why ordered to arena?
*sarcastic* yippie
Why note wait until wake up time?
Ah. That why. (He) excited.
*tried*grumpy* (he) really excited
*tried* soul attacks? Soul defense? Could be fun to do
*tired*curious*
*awe*
Do not think can teleport again
*serious* pull. ~holding~ teleport
~release~ can not teleport
*curious* other vessel? When that? (He) will explain?
*disappointed irritated* (he) no explain
Ask (009) later
*happy proud* (I) did great being pure
Maybe can go to (siblings)
*mischievous* and (009) can not stop (me)
Idea
Teleport
*laughing mischief* going to see (siblings)
*happy excited* [hello]
Learned dagger sell and void teleport. Did great being pure. Going to see (siblings)
No
But did great being pure
Just cause that, does not mean (I) can let you leave room
Okay
(You) must stay in room
*calm* Okay. Talk tomorrow.
*distrust*
*calm*
*mischief laughing*
*awe pride* [joy] going to see (siblings) and (009) will never know
*really excited happy* [joy]
*serious irritated* (you).
(You) seriously think (I) not notice you gone.
(I) take (you) back to room and (you) will not say thing about it
*mad serious* (you) listening?
this making (them) sad.
(Bug) tell other to feel better, makes them feel better.
How (I) comfort (them)?
Door closed not new. Closed all time
No. Abyss killed (siblings). (You) did nothing.
*proud* (I) did good comforting (them)
No more leave room
*inconsolable*
*confused* (they) still sad. Do (I) comfort (them)?
{memories of other vessels fates} (I) didnât help (them). Why help this (one)?
*confused* dread* but if donât help then non zero chance of (him) killing (them)
Donât want to see (another) die. (I) will try help (them). Words comfort not help. Will try other thing.
*uncomfortable* (I) not a vessel. (I) am a machine. A tool. Never had family, comfort, happiness. With other (0 line), didnât talk, didnât cuddle, didnât seek comfort. Didnât have wants, needs, or feelings. Didn't understand emotions. (We) had to learn by ourselves. Didnât know why (we) were being killed, dissected, disconnected. (We) survived. (I) survived.
*uncomfortable* (I) donât hate (you). (I) don't understand (you). (I) didnât talk with (you) cause (I) never talk. Donât play with (you), (I) never played. Been alone so long, it stopped hurting
*bitter laugh* (they) are not intelligent. No other intelligent one since line 2. And (they) were dumper than (me). far dumber than (me). Wingsmold never smart
(We) donât know that. (He) changes mind al the time.
*melancholy hope* Can (you) be sibling until (I) can go to (siblings)?
*Uncomfortable* can try to change me to (sibling). (You) will have to teach (me).
*sad* calming* lesson 1. Cuddling. Cuddle to feel happy, calm, and sleep
*serious* (I) donât sleep.
*sad* calm* then be talking pillow.
Talk about what?
*sad calm* ⊠What (normal bugs) do?
*calm* talk, eat, dance, sleep, gossipâŠ
*serious* Have to protect them from (his) plan. Have to protect (them). Somehow.
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Dam this was a big one! All the void speak! Turns out Tumblr has a 30 image limit per post. So I had to combine some of the images. Hopefully they turn out okay cause I do not want to separate this chapter. Also tried to use fun text. Let's hope it takes.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Donna Beneviento/Karl Heisenberg, Karl Heisenberg/Donna Beneviento, Alcina Dimitrescu/Donna Beneviento if you squint lol, Donna Beneviento & Angie
Characters: Donna Beneviento, Karl Heisenberg, Angie Beneviento, Claudia Beneviento, Alcina Dimitrescu, Alcina Dimitrescu's Daughters, Salvatore Moreau, Mother Miranda - Character, Josef Simon
Additional Tags: Opposites Attract, Angst, Some Humor, Some Fluff, Character Study, Older Man/Younger Woman, Slight Age Difference, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Enemies to Lovers, Sort Of, It's not resolved, Almost Kiss, Depression, Mental Health Issues, Creepy Dolls, Canon-Typical Violence, this is in donna's pov, sort of started as a character study of donna and went into a ship fic, i love donna x karl, they're my favourite, bisexual dream, Gothic, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Death and the Maiden, donna is death, karl is the maiden, Height Differences, Scars, Childhood Trauma, Trauma, Psychological Trauma
Summary:
Donna Beneviento had always been strange and quiet.
Loss and grief had torn her down into a figure of Death, but the Lord Heisenberg saw the side of her that was life and youth and beauty.
PAIRING â Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x fem!Reader
SUMMARY â You're a cat lover and Feyd-Rautha reminds you of one. You want him and you believe you can tame him.
REQUEST â (1)
AUTHORâS NOTE â This is not exactly what the request was about but it includes Feyd having to deal with his wife's pet (I chose a cat because I'm a cat person myself). You see, I was a bit tired of my Readers being afraid and scared and I was also tired of the arranged marriage trope, which is one of my favourites, but everyone needs a break, huh? đ
WARNINGS â harm to animals mentioned, brief mentions of Feyd's traumatic past, Reader being absolutely spoiled
WORD COUNT â 4,230
ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.
TAMED
âI want him,â you announced as you put your binoculars down and your lips curled into a smirk.
Your parents looked at each other, confused. You were in the stands as the guests invited to watch Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnenâs gladiator fight. It was his birthday and his uncle made sure all the leaders of the befriended worlds were watching the display of violence and power. The display that made your parents absolutely terrified but you⊠You were amazed and aroused. The way young Feyd-Rautha defeated his enemies was like a brutal dance; a raw ritual. He was a feral feline and you were known to be a cat lover.
âExcuse me?â Your father asked.
âI want him. Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen,â you repeated without even looking at him. Your eyes were focused only on the man in the arena who was raising his knife in a gesture of victory.
âThese people are insane,â your mother hissed.
âYou keep telling me itâs time for me to find a husband. I want him,â you pouted. You were determined â but not desperate.
âI can talk to Baron Harkonnen. But I am sure he would rather marry his nephew and heir to one of the Imperial Princesses,â your father informed you as your mother gasped at his words. She opposed the idea of this match completely.
âI understand,â you nodded. âJust do whatever it takes so if you fail, I will know you couldnât possibly do more.â
He reluctantly agreed as he squeezed your cheek as if you were still a little girl. But perhaps it was a good thing that in his eyes you still were one. Because he would do anything to make you happy and fulfil your every whim.
You spotted your father talking to Baron Harkonnen during his nephewâs birthday party but you didnât want to just stand in the corner and wait for the men to make decisions in your name. Despite your motherâs protests, you approached Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen and bowed slightly in sign of respect. He tilted his head, reminding you of a curious cat. You giggled and he squinted his eyes.
âNa-Baron, I couldnât wait to meet you in person after seeing you fight in the arena,â you admitted.
âLady (Y/N),â he greeted you coldly. âI wouldnât expect such interests from a lady like you.â
âAnd I expected you would know more about the female nature,â you teased him and visibly angered him although he was trying to be on his best behaviour around guests. âDonât you know that ladies love violence? The interesting ones at least,â you shrugged your arms.
âI donât care what ladies like,â he answered. âI always get what I want either way.â
âIâm sure you do,â your eyes sparkled at a possibility of being one of the things he would want to claim for himself.
Most noble women were scared and disgusted after hearing all the stories about Feyd-Rautha and his sexual appetite, his psychotic nature. They would approach him only when needed and tried to stay away as far as possible. You were the very rare breed of women who would actually take interest in him and that intrigued him as he looked you up and down.
You gave him one last smile and walked back to your worried mother who was about to scold you for your reckless behaviour. However, for the rest of the night you kept glancing at the young na-baron and he was looking back.Â
When you left the party, earlier than most people, you made sure to announce loud and clear that you were about to retire to your chambers. Then you looked deep into his eyes and walked out, followed by a servant. You dismissed her when you were in the guest wing and you continued your journey alone and as slow as possible.
You looked around but Feyd-Rautha seemed not to be following you. At least you could not see nor hear him and for a moment you thought you failed. After all, you were not a skilled seductress, you only did what your heart was telling you to do â your heart and your experience with the animals you loved the most. Cats.
And just like a cat and a skilled assassin that he was, Feyd silently emerged from the darkness when you were just about to open the doors leading to your bedroom. He was standing right behind you and his ominous presence sent a shiver down your spine.
âWhat are you doing, na-baron?â You swallowed thickly and shivered.
âDonât pretend,â he whispered in his raspy voice. âYouâre not the first spoiled noble lady who wants to use me for pleasure,â he told you. âWhat is it? Are you bored? Or engaged to an awful lord and you ant to find out what itâs like to have fun before you are forced to spend the rest of your life with him? Honestly, I donât care,â he admitted and turned you around to face him. His touch was rough and for a second you genuinely felt scared when he trapped you between the doors and his muscular body.
The way he was staring down at you felt as if he was penetrating your soul. Only that his eyes were empty. He was gazing into you but you couldn't gaze back because he didnât have a soul. There was an endless coldness in his pupils. And so much pain.
âItâs a misunderstanding,â you whispered, almost inaudibly, as the tips of your noses brushed against each other. âI am not one of those women. The only man who can take me will be my husband,â you tried to sound convincing and stern but with a small dose of innocence. He blinked slowly, surprised by your confession.
âI thought you wanted me to follow you,â he insisted.
âNo,â you lied. âI was only looking at you because I find you interesting,â you looked down. âBut itâs sad what youâve just told me, my Lord,â you added.
âWhy?â Feyd was confused as he took a step back.
âI donât know⊠I just think youâre so much more than a toy to use for pleasure,â you looked up again to meet his gaze. âI donât think you should let those ladies treat you like that. I know you keep telling yourself you like it but itâs not you always getting what you want. Itâs them always getting what they want until there is nothing left of you, is it not, na-baron?â You batted your eyelashes and he took another step back, like a predator realising that the prey he had caught was poisonous. âGood night, my Lord⊠and happy birthday,â you gave him a soft smile and disappeared behind the doors leading to your bedroom.
You couldnât sleep all night, clutching on the bedsheets and hoping for the best outcome. In the morning your father told you that The Baron was slowly starting to like the idea of your marriage union with his nephew. Apparently, he changed his mind after a conversation with Feyd-Rautha in the early morning.
âI hope you know what youâre doing,â your father warned you at the sight of your wide smile.
âOh, papa, I always do,â you assured him, already excited about your new pet kitty.
You stayed on Giedi Prime for a month for the courting process but Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen had the privilege of being able to call off the engagement at any moment. That, however, did not happen. He was growing more and more fond of you each day. You were watching him train and walking all around the fortress as he was telling you about his familyâs history and culture. You were the most fascinated by the war stories and weapons, always eager to learn more. Always eager to let him steal a kiss here and there, let his hands wander but always stepping back when it would get too heated. You didnât want him to use you and then discard you. No, he had to be patient for the real reward. Just like cats would lose interest if you let them catch the mouse too quickly.
What you noticed about him, though, was how much he avoided the intimate physical touch. He didnât mind his opponents striking him or choking him, violating his body in any way, really. But the delicacy was making him flinch and startle to the point of aggression. He wouldnât lash out at you but he would do that often at the servants. When it was you trying to caress him, he was clenching his jaw and shooting you a deadly glance. The more you knew about him, the more convinced you were that he was just a cat in a human form.
When a month passed, you were scared he would send you away. But instead of doing so, he sent a tailor and a bunch of servants to your room. It was time for you to make all the required fittings for your wedding dress. You sent out the invitations, too. And in the letter addressed to your parents, you mentioned all the things you wanted them to bring you to Giedi Prime.
One of them was your favourite kitty Mephisto.
On the first day of your marriage you were unpacking the boxes from home as Feyd was sitting up in bed and watching you. It was the only day he allowed himself to skip the daily training as the activities between a husband and a wife could count as one, too. However, you required a break and wanted to finally reunite with your favourite items⊠and your favourite pet.
Feydâs eyes widened at the sight of a hairless cat in the arms of the servant girl.
âWhat is that monstrosity?â He asked you.
âThatâs Mephisto! My cat!â You took him from the girlâs arms and cuddled him. âOh, mummyâs been missing you, baby,â you cooed to him and he started to purr.
âYou canât be serious, wife,â Feyd moved closer to inspect the creature with his eyes. Mephisto hissed and you giggled. âThat is a cat?â
âYouâve never seen one?â You asked.
âI have. But not like that. Itâs ugly,â Feyd scrunched his nose.
âWhy ugly?â You gasped and held Mephistoâs head lovingly as if you were protecting him from your husbandâs harsh words.
âCats have fur. This one is soâŠâ
âBald?â You teased and he closed his mouth, realising the irony. âI have plenty of cats back home but I was aware I couldnât bring them all here. I chose Mephisto because he is my favourite. We had tough beginnings. He didnât trust me and he was scratching me a lot. Heâs a mean-mean baby,â you leaned in to kiss the cat and Feyd winced as he found it disgusting.
âDo whatever but I donât want this creature in my chambers,â Feyd stated.
âYouâre insane! Mephisto will never leave these chambers. I donât want him to get lost or hurt in the fortress. Also, he always sleeps with me,â you protested.
Feyd took a deep breath in as he closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down.
âIf he scratches one thing⊠I will throw him out of the balcony door,â he threatened.
âIf you do that, I will never speak to you again. And certainly I wonât ever share the bed with you, husband. Mephisto is like a child to me. You canât threaten me this way. It does nothing but anger me,â you pointed out and cuddled the cat. âAw, Mephisto, look, daddyâs angry.â
âI am not this thingâs⊠father,â Feyd drawled through gritted teeth as he stood up to put a robe on. âAfter all, I think I will go train today.â
âThen go,â you shrugged your arms. âI will cuddle with Mephisto in the meantime because I havenât seen him in a month.â
Feyd shot you an angry glance.
âYouâre not jealous, are you?â You looked up as that sudden realisation hit you.
âNo,â he snorted. âOf this thing? Please,â he sneered at you and left the chambers.
âWe have lots of work with your new daddy, Mephisto,â you chuckled to the kitty and kissed its head. He meowed at you.
Feyd-Rautha absolutely despised your cat. He hated that you allowed that creature to sleep in bed with you and you were always holding him in your arms. When Feyd was working on paperwork â which he hated â Mephisto would often jump on his desk and bother him. Many times when you were out of the room, Feyd had the urge to grab the creature and throw it out of the balcony or even snap its neck but when he actually extended his hands to catch the cat, the urge disappeared.
First of all, he didnât want to hurt you. And that was a brand new feeling for him because never before had he cared about someoneâs feelings like that. And second of all, the moment the cat was in his arms, Mephisto would start to purr and rub his head on Feydâs hand or chest. Even though at first he found it disgusting, he quickly started to enjoy it. There was something comforting in the catâs touch. It was not human and yet so pure. As time passed, he was allowing Mephisto to nap on his lap as he worked on the papers. Of course he would quickly put the cat away whenever someone was coming. He didnât want anyone to see him so weak.
But he was jealous of the cat, too. He was jealous of the kisses and attention he was getting. The belly rubs and scratches behind the ear. The way Mephisto would curl up and sleep on your chest. Feyd craved it from you, too, but he didnât know how to allow himself to ask for it. It would be humiliating, he thought, but also dangerous. He wanted to trust you but he was not able to. And whenever you tried to touch him gently, he was haunted by the memories he didnât want to remember. He didnât cuddle you at night and he didnât allow you to do the same. While performing the marital duties, he had a feeling they would be even better if he allowed himself a little gentleness but he just couldnât let his guard down. Not even around you.
For a long time, Mephisto was the only creature that saw the soft side of your husband. When they were alone in your chambers, Feyd would let him not only nap on him but he would also carry him in his arms and pet him. Sometimes he was starting fights for the cat to scratch and bite him and for Feyd it was great fun. They created a bond that you had no idea about. You kept thinking that your husband despised Mephisto and he didnât mind you thinking this way.
So, when you spotted a scratch on Feydâs desk one day, you panicked. You quickly covered it with a few papers laying aside and fixed your hair right before your husband walked inside the chambers that afternoon.
âWhat are you doing here so early?â You asked as he squinted his eyes at you, suspiciously.
âI have to work on the papers, answer some stupid letters,â Feyd sighed and approached you. He put his hands on your waist and inspected your suspicious face. âIs everything alright, wife?â He asked.
âYes, my dear, perfectly fine,â you faked a smile. âI have to go and work on the preparations for the event next week,â you reminded him and he nodded before leaning in to give you a possessive kiss. He would give you them a few times a day to remind you to whom you belonged. Not that you minded. After all, you had been wanting this from the moment you had seen him in the arena.
âSee you later, then, wife,â Feyd sat by the desk and your heart skipped a beat when you spotted him picking up one of the papers you had used to cover the scratch with. However, he didnât seem to notice the damage done to his desk. You sighed with relief and left the chambers, hoping that Feyd would continue to be blind when it came to that scratch.
But when you came back to your bedroom two hours later, it was empty. You didnât expect to see Feyd because he had his other duties to perform on that day. What worried you was the fact you couldnât find your cat. After crawling all over the floor like a madwoman, trying to see if he was not hiding under any furniture, you just burst into tears in the middle of the carpet. You were sure that Feyd had spotted the scratch and gotten rid of your cat. After all, he had threatened to do so on the very first day of your marriage.
You pulled your knees to your chest and rested your forehead on them as you sobbed, hugging yourself. You could only blame yourself. Your parents had been warning you about the Harkonnens but you still wanted a man like Feyd-Rautha as your husband. Hoping to tame him as it would boost your spoiled ego even further to do that. And now your innocent little kitty was a victim of his fury. Was Mephisto still alive? You hoped so. But even if⊠how would he survive on Giedi Prime? He would not. And you would not either without him. He was your anchor.
You didnât want to complain about your husbandâs homeplanet because you chose him to be your husband yourself. And some part of you loved him â even though at the moment you werenât so sure anymore â but it was not a friendly place. And it was not pleasant. It was cold and scary and colourless. Mephisto was reminding you of home. Of your other kittens, of your parents, of the real sunlight. He was also letting you love him like your husband would never do. And he was loving you back⊠unconditionally. And now he was gone. Your little baby.
You couldnât tell for how long you had been sobbing like this. It could be hours. When Feyd came back to your chambers, he froze at the sight of you in such a position on the carpet.
âWhat happened, wife?â He asked as he stood above you. You didnât answer, too angry at him. He sighed and crouched down to be on your level. âAre you hurt?âÂ
âYes, I am,â you finally looked at him, furiously. He seemed to be surprised. âI am hurt by what you have done. And now youâre going to pretend that you donât know what Iâm talking about, right? Go to hell. I hate you,â you snapped and hid your face again.
âI donât understand. Can you explain this to me?â He asked, slowly, trying not to snap back at you.
âMephisto! You got rid of him!â You sobbed.
âWhat? I have notâŠâ He stuttered and put his arms on your shoulders to make you look up again. So you did but you were as angry as before.
âDonât lie to me. You hated that cat and you just threw him away because he scratched your desk. Congratulations, Feyd-Rautha, you got rid of an innocent animal, you won with a sinless little baby; my baby. Are you proud of yourself? Was it a satisfying victory to hurt a little kitty?â
Feyd didnât answer, he was staring at you as if you were crazy.
âIt really feels as if you killed my baby,â you told him. âAnd I will never forgive you.â
âWhat are you talking about? I didnât touch him. What happened?â Feyd shook your arms.
âHeâs not here. I donât know what youâve done to him but heâs not here,â you sniffled.
âI didnât do anything!â He protested.
âI donât believe you!â You moved back, you hated to feel his touch on you. You clumsily stood up and curled on the bed. âI donât want to see you. Go away. I wanted to love you but youâre rotten to the core. Youâre just evil. Unlovable,â you muttered.
You couldnât know how hurtful your words were. But Feyd didnât blame you because you couldnât know his true feelings. And he focused more on Mephisto anyway. He was worried about the kitty, too. So, after a while of staring at you without a word, he put his hand on his hip and looked around, as if he would magically find the cat. He even looked under the bed as your sobs filled the room.
Without a word, Feyd left the bedroom and you hugged your own arms as the pillow under your head was getting wet from your tears.Â
It was dark already and you were half asleep when the doors opened again. It brought you back from the state of slumber but you felt too hopeless to even lift a hand to turn on the light. You recognised Feydâs silhouette approaching you so you decided to ignore him completely. Nothing could fix this damage. Never.
You felt him sitting on the edge of the bed while turning the bedside lamp on. You squinted your eyes at the sudden brightness.
âI found him,â Feydâs whisper made your eyes open as you sat up rapidly, utterly shocked at the sight of Mephisto in your husbandâs arms.
âWh-what?â You asked. At first, your sleepy and foggy brain refused to believe that the cat was really your Mephisto.
âHe was hiding in the dungeons,â Feyd explained. âI searched through the whole fortress to find him. Hired half of the guards to help me. My uncle found it hilarious,â Feyd handed you the kitty and you sobbed out of relief. Mephisto was stinking but he was alive and healthy. You hugged him tight to your chest. âOne of the servants was not cautious enough and left the doors ajar when she was cleaning here.â
âWhich one?â You asked, angrily.
âIt doesnât matter. I have dealt with her already,â Feyd assured you and you nodded.
You suddenly began to feel guilty for the way you had treated your husband before. Now, when Mephisto was back in your arms and it was all thanks to FeydâŠ
âI didnât expect you to care so much,â you admitted, not wanting to look up and meet his gaze. Your hands focused on caressing the cat. âThat you didnât want me to be sad.â
âYouâre my wife of free choice. I donât want my wife to be sad,â Feyd nodded. âAnd I wanted the cat back,â he added. You eventually looked up at him, surprised by his confession.
âYou hate him,â you reminded him.
âNot at all,â Feyd smirked nervously and you didnât say anything to that. You had no idea that he actually liked the cat. You still had a lot to learn when it came to the ways in which your husband would show his affection.
âI was cruel to you,â you whispered. âI am sorry.â
âYou had your reasons to be,â he only said. âAnd you were not wrong about me.â
âI was,â you moved to the side gently, making a space in bed for him to lay there, too.
So he did, without a word. And one of his hands actually caressed Mephistoâs head. The cat began to purr and you realised they had already had a bond that you had just not noticed before.
Hesitantly, you dared to raise one of your hands, too. You gently brushed Feydâs forehead and then his cheek. He didnât startle this time and you happily began to explore every curve of his beautiful face with your fingertips.
âYouâre funny,â you giggled and he looked up, curiously. âYouâre the scariest Harkonnen but youâre also the prettiest,â you admitted and he blushed a little. You had never expected to see him blush. âAnd look at you, you allow me to touch you.â
âIt feels good when you do that,â Feyd closed his eyes just like Mephisto had his own pair shut close. You swore, if your husband was an actual animal, he would start purring under your touch.
You felt proud of yourself to tame him. You had known from the moment you had seen him that you would succeed. But it was not the pride that made your heart swell. It was love. There was something about Feyd-Rautha that just made you want to treat him like a kitty, too. Scratch him behind his ear and let him sleep on your chest. Most ladies would call you insane for that but you knew him in a way they would never know him. You leaned in to place a kiss upon Mephistoâs forehead and then you did the same to Feyd-Rautha.
âIâm sorry I have doubted you,â you whispered to him. âYou would never hurt me, am I right?â
He only hummed in response, moving even closer to your body. You smiled to yourself.
âI have tamed you, husband, have I not?â
But he didnât reply. He was already asleep, snoring lightly. You had never seen his face so relaxed and carefree before. He didnât have to say anything for you to know the answer.
And as much as you loved Mephisto like your own little baby⊠You had a new favourite pet now.
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