The Bastard Queen (Viciously Yours #2)

The wind tore at my clothing and hair as I cut through its currents at an incredible speed. Raising my arms like the cartoon superheroes, I squinted up at the sun while breathlessly laughing. I’d never launched myself this far into the sky before, it was always just a few feet for dramatic effect. But this? I was practically flying and I felt completely weightless inside and out. Grinning, I stopped laughing as the air got thinner and my speed began to decrease.

For one glorious moment, my hair fell back around my shoulders and I was hovering above the realm. The camp was a small dot surrounded by miles and miles of forest before it gave way to scattered cities. Greens and browns of all shades colored the realm below me with splatterings of blue from the natural lakes and oceans. From this height, I couldn’t see the Fae walking around but I could see the separate kingdoms of the Unseelie and Seelie. It reminded me in a passing thought about how I still needed to meet with Oberon. Breathtaking was the only way to describe the view and soon I’d be Queen of it all.

As gravity once again took hold of my body, fear sliced through my chest at the feeling of something sliding off my neck. My right hand shot up and snatched the pedant in my fist tightly just as I started to free fall. Smiling, I crossed my ankles and folded my hands behind my head with a sigh of total bliss. The emotion felt right and it brought tears to my eyes as my body started to spin in its descent to the ground. After a few beats, I tightened my core and threw myself to the right.

Facing the ground now, I watched how quickly the distance between me and the ground was disappearing. Straightening my legs, I pressed my arms to my sides and smiled wider as Cillian began to take shape. His hand was arched over his brows, trying to catch a glimpse of me from when I had left his field of sight. My smile grew the closer I got until I flipped right side up and braced myself for the landing. Widening my stance, I bent my knees and tightened my hand around the pedant.

With a sound similar to a thunderclap, my feet hit the earth creating a ten foot deep crater that encompassed the surrounding five feet. Panting in exhilaration, I took a minute to soak in the feeling before looking up. Standing on the edge of the crater, Cillian looked down at me with something between a smile and a grimace.

“What? Don’t tell me that wasn’t incredible!” I chuckled.

He shook his head, “How’d you know you could do that?”

Giving him a guilty smile, I rocked back on my bare feet, “I had a feeling.”

The smile he had been trying to deny split his face, “That’s what I was afraid of.”

“Want to go again with me?”

Stepping off the edge, he slid down the side of the crater until he stopped beside me, “No.”

“Why?”

“What, I can’t just say no?” He asked, raising his hands to smooth my hair down.

Looping my arms around him, I pressed our chest together, “You cannnnn...unless you’re afraid of heights.”

He scoffed, looking down into my eyes, “I’m a double agent against Mab and you think, I’m afraid of heights?”

“That wasn’t a denial.” I laughed, pushing up on my toes to give him a quick kiss. “It’s okay, Lilly. Everyone’s afraid of something, even me.”

“Yea, what are you afraid of?”

“I’m-” I’m afraid of being in a cell, of being captured by Mab, of failing again. Is what I meant to say but it just didn’t ring true. Making a face, I thought about all the things that I had been so afraid of before and it was...different. The thought of being tossed back in a cell still brought a chill of unease down my spine but the other things…

“What is it?”

Tipping my head to the left, I looked unseeingly into his eyes as I tried to feel the things I had before. “I don’t know, exactly. I’m still scared of being tossed in a cell but it’s not the crippling fear it once was. And the other things…. they feel more like something to be cautious about but not fear….I don’t think this is good.”

His hands slid from my hair to grasp my shoulders, “Isn’t it better if you don’t have as many fears?”

I shook my head, “No. When I was passed out or whatever I was, my father said I burned my soul.”

His brows drew together instantly as his grip on me tightened, “You burned your entire soul?”

“No, not the entire thing. Apparently my soul is very small, Malachy said I probably wouldn’t even notice the parts that burned away. But of course that was a lie.”

“So what does this mean? What parts of you burned away?”

I shrugged, “We’ll see. It’ll be like a game of peek-a-boo but with my soul.”

Silver eyes scanned my face before he gave me a laugh, “Come on, let’s go.”

“Wait, can you put this back on me?” I asked, holding out the pedant he had given me.

He gave it a warm smile and nodded.

Taking it gently from my hand, he leaned in close to tie it back around my neck. His natural smell of leather and metal gave me a little head rush that I’d never admit. Chest sparking with warmth, tingles ran up the sides of my neck as he pulled my hair free of the velvet strand. Unable to resist the heat between us, I slid my hands up his chest to grip his tunic tightly. Yanking him down, I pressed our lips together in a kiss that was entirely too sexual for public view.

Tipping my head to the side, I slid my tongue against his aggressively trying to take control. His hand immediately gripped my hair in a painful hold that shot arousal straight to my core. Smirking at the way I knew how to get what I wanted, I was quick to lose it when he suddenly yanked my head away and bent to place his lips on my neck. Back arched uncomfortably, I barely noticed it as his teeth nipped seductively right on the spot that had my eyelids fluttering. Untwisting one hand from his tunic, I slid it down his chest to the waistband of his leather trousers when I was devastatingly stopped.

I groaned in annoyance as air rushed over the spot he had been previously swirling his tongue, “Seriously, Lilly? Teases aren’t cute.”

“At least we know you still like that.”

“Worried I wasn’t attracted to you anymore, Babes?” I asked, in a falsely sweet tone.

He gave my ass a hard slap that had me hissing, “What did I say about calling me that? And no, I was worried I’d have to be gentle.”

“A travesty, Your Majesty. That would have been an absolute travesty.” I replied, barely containing a snort.

His lips twitched, “Come, Peasant. You must make it up to your King.”

Clutching my hands together, I could barely get my next words out without laughing, “Please, Your-Your Majesty. I’m saving my-myself for my mate!”

Lilly was silent for a second before he released a laugh from deep in his stomach. And I was right there with him laughing just as hard until the word mate reminded me of what I still hadn’t told him. My mouth snapped closed with a click and I fought not to wince, Maybe I shouldn’t be making jokes about saving myself for my mate when I was actually speaking with my mate. Cillian wasn’t the most sensitive man I knew but he was definitely the most possessive. Thankfully for me, he still didn’t know we were destined or notice the way I had stopped laughing.

Still laughing like it was the funniest thing he had ever heard, he grabbed onto my hand with a grin and led me out of the crater in an uncharacteristically chivalrous way. My chest was warm as I watched the way the muscles in his arm and shoulder flexed periodically as he moved. Licking my lips, I was thinking about what we were undoubtedly on our way to do when my eyes caught on a charred lump. Stopping in place, I raised a brow at what I was looking at before pulling my hand away from Cillian’s.

Swiping an axe from his sheath, I whirled it between my fingers until it began to gently spin beside me. Humming, I enjoyed the way my bare feet scraped over the once pristine clearing. Noticing all the cracks in the earth and the burnt or broken trees, I knew that the Nymphs were going to have a bone to pick with me. The grass went from green to black the closer I got to the charred body and I found it increasingly fascinating that I wasn’t completely raging at the moment.

A groan spilled from Dougal’s almost unrecognizable body, face and short dreads the only things remaining relatively unburnt. Looking down at him, I tried to feel the heartbroken sensation he had caused in me but it wasn’t there. If I was being honest it was almost as if I was staring down at a stranger with nothing telling me to feel bad or happy. But I could still feel the rage for the person who had put me in the horror show that was Slykhelm.

Moving closer to his head, I placed a hand on his forehead and tsked, “You really shouldn’t have put me in Slykhelm, Dougal. Even with a burned soul that’s not something I will ever forget or forgive.” Raising a hand to the axe spinning by my head, I pressed a finger to the metal and smiled when a small piece of the sharpened blade broke off into my hand. Gripping it, I glanced over to Cillian, “I understand if you need to leave but I won’t stop what I’m about to do. Not even for you.”

“Are you going to kill him?” Cillian asked, his once smiling face slipping into his old emotionless look.

Turning to look back down at the charred man, I gently brushed a dread off Dougals pained face and purred, “No. But I am going to hurt him very very badly.”

“Then I don’t care. I’ll warn my Mother.”

I hummed, not bothering to look over at him as my hand tightened over Dougal’s forehead. My other tightened around the blade in my grip and felt it heat up until dark red flames engulfed the serrated edge. I had a brief moment of surprise when the flames stretched up to my wrist without burning but quickly focused back on Dougal. His dark gray eyes fluttered in plain and rolled hinting at the unbearable pain he was in.

“Oh, Grimmy.” I sighed, bringing the flaming blade to skim over his neck. “I had no idea you were such a good liar. Giving me all those looks of tender kindness when I was child. Acting like I was truly your daughter. I should have known better. There isn’t a Fae alive who doesn’t want something from me.” Tipping the blade to scratch and burn the side of his jaw, I smiled, “You sent me to Slykhelm and then allowed your son, my mate. To take the blame. All the shit we went through could have been avoided if it wasn’t for you.”

Dougal suddenly groaned loudly, his eyes struggling to stay on mine as he croaked, “Mate?”

“You sent me to Slykhelm in order to become a God for your own benefit.” Leaning closer to him, I whispered, “Be happy, Dougal. Everything you wanted came true.”

Pulling back with a grin, I could see the bright reflection of my blue eyes in his dull ones before I sunk the flaming blade into his right eye without warning. Flesh sizzled as Dougal’s back bowed with a hoarse scream of agony while I watched on in amusement. Pinning his head to the ground with my free hand, I began moving the blade to scrape the bone of his eye socket in order to carve out his entire eye. Blood tried to seep from the wound but the heat of the blade cauterized the wound as I went.

Brows furrowing in concentration, I angled the blade to cut the tendons behind the eye before finally pulling it free despite Dougals thrashing. Raising it up to my eyeline, I twisted the eyeball left and then right. Huh, eyes look so weird when they’re not in someone’s face. The charred eye was disgustingly fascinating but the large gash in the middle ruined it. With a shrug, I tossed it over my shoulder and went for the other one. This time I pulled back on the fire until it disappeared and dug around in his eye socket.

This extraction was much more bloody and Dougal moved around so much that I had to put my knee on his chest to keep him still. Annoyed, I gritted my teeth as I shoved the dagger deeper to slash the tendons. All his moving almost made it impossible to get the eye but I got it. Yanking it free with a grin, the tendons brushed against the back of my hand as they swung from the sudden movement. This eye was almost perfect except for the eyelids that still clung to the bloody grey and white orb. But if I was being honest with myself, I had lost interest in carving it from his head midway through.

Dropping it onto Dougals body, I stood up from my crouched position to look down at him. The charred skin of his chest was gone leaving the raw muscle exposed and me confused until I looked at the knee I had placed on him. Using the dagger, I calmly pried the crispy skin stuck to my knee from the leather with a displeased grunt. Gross. Flicking my eyes back to the man below, I looked him over with nothing other than how much time I had wasted on him. Looking at him now, I could hardly believe I used to think of this man like a God. Like a father. Seeing his burnt body and eyeless corpse rising slightly with his irregular breath left me feeling disgusted.

“If you ever speak in my presence again, I’ll rip the tongue from your mouth…..Actually, let’s not take chances.” Bending down I yanked his jaws apart, grasped his tongue and started sawing it off. The thick muscle squished and moved in my grip making it hard to cut but I pulled it free in the end. Flicking it in the burnt muddy grass beyond him, I leaned over and pressed a kiss to his forehead, “I have no interest in killing you out of revenge for myself, that part of my soul is gone….But if I ever find out you put your hands on my mate again, it’ll be you spending the next seven hundred and fifty years in Slykhelm with me as your torturer. And I won’t be as gentle next time.”

A high pitch whine left the mutilated man as I rose to my feet, my eyes drifting to the tree line. Orlaith broke through the trees with ragged breaths, tears streaming down her face before she collapsed at the sight of her mate. Somehow I had known that she was going to come running out of the forest despite the fact that I hadn’t heard her. Tilting my head, I crossed the distance between us to stand in front of her.

Glassy green eyes slowly drifted from her unrecognizable husband to look at me. Orlaith swallowed hard before her dry lips parted, “Is he dead?”

“No. Take him, patch him up, keep him out of sight.”

She nodded, climbing to her feet, “Dougal’s...Dougal’s has always been driven but I didn’t know he’d go this far.”

“I really...don’t care.”

Olaith looked surprised for a moment before nodding again and racing to her mate’s side.

Ready myself to travel, I was going to close my eyes when the ground disappeared but stopped halfway. A blue haze took the place of the inky darkness that had always been there causing my eyelids to fly wide open. I wasn’t moving but the forest and eventually the camp whipped by in a flimsy light of luminous blue. Stopping in my tent, I took a moment to try and connect what had just happened in my mind. I had been traveling but instead of an abyss, I saw everything on the way to my destination in vivid detail. I was even able to see the faces of the Faekind I had passed by. It was fucking incredible and I was about to do it again when I felt a hand on my back.

Expecting Cillian, I turned ready to tell him what I just did when a pair of soft lips pressed against my own. And immediately, I could tell it wasn’t my mate. First the lips were way too soft and secondly, they came at an angle from below. Instantly, I threw my hands up at my sides and took a large step away from her. Eyes wide, I took in Sy’s short pale body covered in a cloak of leaves. Her long light brown hair was pulled back behind her shoulders, emphasizing her creamy neck and heart shaped face. Cillian was going to kill me and then her if he caught her in my tent.

Large green eyes blinked slowly as her aura of desire permeated the tent, “Congratulations on winning the first battle, My Queen.”

“Uh, Thanks. What the fuck are you doing in my tent?” I hadn’t seen the little Nymph, let alone talked to her properly since she welcomed me and Cillian back from our ally tour.

A pretty red blush colored her cheeks while her eyelids coyly lowered, “I have something to confess.”

I cleared my throat and put a hand on her shoulder to start leading her towards the entrance, “Okay, Babes. Why don’t you tell me outside?” Where there’s witnesses.

Her small form slipped out of my grip and moved towards the bed, toying with the top of the cloak, “I’d rather tell you here, My Queen.”

“And I’d rather you didn’t. Let’s go outside, how did you even get in here?”

“The guards let me in when I told them that I was here to congratulate you.” She replied with a soft giggle, her eyes taking on a suggestive shine.

I walked towards her and latched onto her arm, yanking her from the bed, “That’s kind of you but no. It’s time for you to go.”

Again the slippery Nymph freed herself from my grasp and took a step back before the cloak slid off her form. Her bare form. Divines, I could not catch a fucking break. Immediately, I picked up the cloak and tried to cover her, “You need to put this back on and leave. Now.”

“But-”

I shook my head, thrusting the cloak around her shoulders and closing it over her perky rose budded tits, “This is not happening, Sy.” Yes, I looked. Fucking sue me, I’m only Fae. Or... Divine now, I guess.

The second my hands left the cloak she shrugged it from her shoulders which pissed me off before stepping closer to me, “No one would have to know, My Queen. Not the Commander if that’s what you’re worried about.”

My lips parted slightly at the size of this woman’s ovaries, she knew. She knew me and Cillian were fucking and she didn’t care. I mean, I’ve done some heinous shit but at least I’ve never pretended to be innocent. Her little sex-kitten act was sooooo just an act. This Nymph was a vixen in disguise.

“Yeah, Macha. Fuck the little bitch. I wouldn’t have to know.”

My entire body tensed with a visible cringe on my face as his frosty tone cut across my insides like a whip. Sy’s doe eyes got impossibly wider as she looked behind me, hastily wrapping the cloak of leaves around her naked body. Oh, now you want to put it on? Giving her a glare, I slowly turned around to face my enraged mate.

Standing rigidly just inside the entrance, Cillian’s silver eyes reflected like chips of hard metal, “We had. An agreement.”

I fought another cringe at his clipped tone, “We do. And I haven’t broken it. I didn’t know she was going to be in here when I got here. Honest. I’d never do that to you, Lilly.”

“Then what the fuck is she doing in your tent?”

Noticing the way his hard eyes pinged between me and Sy, I took a step further away from her and closer to him, “She came to ‘congratulate’ me. Ask the guards if you want, they’re the ones who let her in. Not me.”

And I’d be lying if I said it didn’t hurt a little when he exited the tent for a moment. What a fucking asshole, is he serious? I didn’t have the best moral ground but I’d never stoop so low as to cheat on my mate. But before the anger at him could completely sink in, I realized once again that he still didn’t know what he was to me. Added with his blaringly obvious jealousy issues and my flirtatious ways, this wasn’t the best situation to find me in.

Sighing, I crossed over to my desk and sunk into the seat. Throwing my legs up on the edge of the desk, I leaned back waiting for him to come back while ignoring the Nymph fidgeting by the bed. This whole day was a fucking whirlwind of craziness and I had zero sympathy for her.

The tent flap ripped back open and Lilly came stomping through to glare at me for a moment until his eyes flashed over to Sy. The veins in his neck stood out making it obvious he wanted to bury her six feet under. He walked over to her and I barely saw his hand shoot out until it was wrapped tightly around the Nymph slender neck. Lilly’s eyes flashed back to me as if he was expecting some kind of reaction.

Crossing my arms over my chest, I snapped, “What?”

Cillian squeezed harshly causing the small woman to gasp for air and claw at his hand, his eyes narrowing on me.

“Are you shitting me, right now?” I said, catching onto what he was doing.

His fist tightened further until Sy’s struggling weakened significantly, silver eyes intently watching my face for any expression.

“Oh for the love of- Snap her fucking neck for all I care! She entered a mated Fae’s tent without permission with the intention of sex. By law, you have the right.” I snapped, beyond pissed at his behavior.

“Mated?” Two voices immediately question, one a bark of anger and the other a squeak of fear.

Rolling my eyes, I said, “Yeah, Fuckers. Mated.”

“Who the fuck are you mated to?” He raged, dropping Sy to face me completely.

I twisted my lips into a scowl, “Some big headed asshole.”

“Who?”

Not feeling like explaining, I dropped my legs from the desk and sat there staring at him. I cannot, believe this stupid bag of dicks is my mate.

His eyes shot to the woman on the floor clutching her throat and making entirely too much noise for someone recently put on Cillians hit list. Grabbing her by the hair, he dragged her to the entrance of the tent as she cried out and snarled down at her, “The next time I see you, I’ll break every bone in your body. For fun.”

Sy whimpered and nodded quickly before Cillian dropped his hold on her hair to literally kick her out of the tent.

When he turned to look at me, I rolled my eyes and started inspecting my nails.

“How long have you been mated? Were you even going to tell me or just keep me around for a good fuck?” He snapped.

I stiffened at his tone and instantly decided to be difficult, “I know your not fucking talking to me like that because I will kick your fucking disrespectful ass. Mate or not.”

Watching him take a deep breath in surprise with narrowed eyes, he looked like he was in physical pain when he spoke again, “What?”

His tone was significantly more controlled so I said, “This is what I had to tell you earlier but everything with your family and the transformation happened so suddenly. I found out last night.”

“You mean, you’re choosing me as your mate?” Lilly asked, his entire face overrun with confusion.

I shook my head and stood up, “No. I mean, you’re my destined mate. Malachy told me when I died and spoke to him, remember? I forgot until you said something that triggered my memory but apparently Divines don’t get a choice. And by default, neither do you.”

His adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, his eyes glowing with an extremely rare emotion for him. He was nervous. “And is that...what you want?”

“Do I want to be mated to a man with jealousy issues that ends with him insinuating I’m either a slut or cheating, pisses me off every other day, extremely possessive, horrible at expressing himself, stabbed me in the chest with iron, makes me laugh, goes along with my craziness, unquestionably loyal, willing to die for me, doesn’t care that I’m obviously not right in the head, fucks the shit out of me and is generally great when he isn’t jealous?”

Lilly cringed lightly at my little speech, “I understand. I wouldn’t expect-”

“I do.”

Silver eyes shot to mine from where they had dropped to the floor, “I thought you just-”

Moving to the front of the desk, I leaned my butt against it with shrug, “If your willing to put up with the fact that I will most likely never open up about my time in Slykhelm, always value chocolate more than anything else, my flirtatious ways that are undoubtedly going to set off your jealousy, probably end up dying a few more times, piss you off endlessly, most likely go on a killing spree every once in a while, hardly listen to your warnings and put myself in dangerous situations for fun with no regard to my own safety.”

“I am.” He replied without hesitation. “But are you sure? I can’t promise that I’ll change anytime soon.”

Grinning, I pushed off the desk to stop in front of him, “Lilly. We are possibly the worst and the best match the fates have ever made. We’re are definitely not the healthiest choice but we’d destroy anyone else. Because let’s face it, we’re both way too fucked up to be with sane good hearted Fae.”

Lilly flashed me a sparkling white smile before it slowly dropped from his face as fast as it came, “Am I going to be enough for you though?”

“What do you mean?”

He shifted on his feet uneasily, “Sexually. I know you enjoy both men and women. Are you going to want to sleep with women at some point?”

I snorted at the absurdity of his question until I took in his unamused look, “Oh. You’re being serious.”

“We just established that I’m a jealous asshole, Cell Bait. I don’t have the capacity to sit by quietly while you go out to get something that I can’t give you. The situation I walked in on and how I handled that should be proof enough.”

“Well, are you going to want other women?”

“No.” He replied, scrunching his face in offense. “You know I don’t agree with mates having open relationships. It’s not like humans, a mate is sacred. Not something to be shared.”

I nodded slowly, “Exactly. So, why would you think I’d need to sleep with women?”

“Because-I sound really stupid right now, don’t I?”

“A little.” I agreed. “But it’s just because you’re worried I’ll get bored. Which I won’t by the way. Sure, I like women but it’s not an addiction. I’m perfectly capable of going forever without sleeping with another woman if I’m spending it with you fucking me to the stars and back like a starved animal.”

He smirked and took a step towards me, “Well, when you put it like that…”

“Ooooo. I would love to fuck you, truly, but I think your ugly right now.” I replied with an apologetic smile, taking a large step backwards.

Lilly snorted, “I bet I could change your mind.”

“I bet you could but alas, as I said you’re unattractive right now and I have never fucked a but-his-face. And I won’t start now.”

“A what-his-face?” He questioned, brows pulled low.

Still smiling cheekily, I continued to move backwards at his approach until I hit the desk, “It means you have a nice body but the face just isn’t there for me.”

Lilly nodded suddenly like he understood as he pressed up against my front and crowded me until I was forced to sit up on the desk, “So don’t look at my face.”

“How do you expect-Oh.” I choked in surprise.

Dropping to his knees, Cillian tugged my leather trousers down my thighs having apparently undid them at some point. The leather pulled on my skin slightly as Cillian ripped the trousers down my legs and yanked it free of my ankles. Falling back, my palms slapped against the wood as Lilly lifted my right leg to place a wet kiss against the side of my knee. The tender kiss quickly switched to a heady swirling and a teasing nip of teeth as he moved higher. Tingles of raw desire raced up the inside of my thighs from the scratch of his growing five o’clock shadow and the sharp bite of his teeth.

Eyelids lowering, I watched the top of his silver head get closer and closer to the apex at the top of my thighs. Shivering at the feel of his hand sliding up my left thigh to my waist, his other hand hiked my leg up over his shoulder forcing me to lean further back against the desk. Heart thumping in time with my deep breaths, I tipped my head back with a low moan when he bit the middle of my right thigh hard enough to bruise. Warmth flooded my core and I knew that when he finally touched me, I’d be undeniably wet.

Feeling him shift, I steeled myself for what came next and waited...and waited. Lifting my head in question, I stared down at the man between my legs in irritation, “What are you waiting for?”

Looking completely unbothered, his index finger traced a silver swirl on the top of my sensitive mound driving me mad enough to shout at him, “It still surprises me at how the tattoo spans the entirety of your body except for your face.”

“If treason turns you on so much, get back to what you were doing.” I replied, placing a hand on his head to gently push him down.

He shook my hand off, “I think you’ve forgotten who is in charge, Peasant.”

“Better remind me then. Unless..” I drawled, flashing him an impish smile. “Your Majesty is impotent at all things sexual.”

Cillian flashed sharpened teeth and bit out in his rich tone, “I’m going to make you regret that.”

I gave a shrug and tried to drop my legs from his broad shoulders with a deep sigh, “Seems unlikely. It’s okay, really. Lots of men have this problem. I mean, no one I know but- Fuck me.”

Lilly smirked up at me as I tried to catch my breath from the way his fingers suddenly slid inside of me while his thumb pressed down on my clit. “I thought you didn’t want to fuck me becasue I was ugly at the moment, Cell Bait?”

Swallowing, I tried to collect my thoughts as his two fingers thrusted deep inside me, “You are. You’re...hideous.”

Cillian hummed as I fell back on my elbows and panted at the pleasure raking through my veins. “We’ll see about that.”

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I know some people might dislike scenes like the one above with Sy but I love them. Especially, if they happen like I wrote it lol. Also just a heads up, the first half of the next chapter is...steamy.

🚨Just a little disclaimer: I, in no way, endorse toxic relationships. Even my characters understand that what they have is far from a healthy and nurturing relationship. But again they are fictional characters and in their little world they are the best match for each other. I’m not trying to glamorize toxic couples, this is just how my fucked up characters care for each other.🚨

As always, You know what to do by now. Lol.

Happy Thanksgiving, Verbage🦃