HOLY SHIT I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S FINALLY DONE! THIS ASSHOLES REF SHEET IS DONE! I CAN REST! OH MY GOD! /j

he looked at her the same

SMUT: MINORS DNI !!!!it was almost the end of summer you had met a lot of great guys but none of them compared to peter ,he was an amazing man a bit older maybe a year or two he was a teacher at a college, you didnt know which collage  and one other thing is he never new you were about to enrole in your first semester of collage . now even tho peter was a great guy it  wasnt  serious so when the week before college started u stopped talking to each other and calling for late  night hookups it was over ,nothing more to it. it was now your first day of collage you met up with your friend lilly she was telling you about the hot young teacher that was going to teach you guys this year , as you walked into class and sat by you friend you started whispering but when you saw the person that walked in you froze  , this cant be the peter you were talking to and no way can he your teacher , you must be in a dream , but sadly not , peter wrote on the black bored his name “mr parker” when he turned around he saw you and turned red  he new he  was screwed after class he made you stay behind . “ y/n wtf are you doing here”  he shouted at you, luckly no one was there “peter i didnt know youd be here  , i promise i wont do anything  it was only hooking up nothing else so there is nothing to worry about”  “ok y/n i wont keep you any longer , you can leave now” he said in a very harsh tone  , too harsh , you just nodded and left trying to hold back your tears . that night you layed in bed crying you didnt know why he was harsh on you maybe it was beacuse he was worried he would get in trouble , but you were two consenting adults so it shouldnt have mattered . the next day you walked in in an oversized black hoodie  and grey sweats , you  also had huge eye bags and puffy red eyes but you just didnt care anymore . everyone looked at the mess you had become in the space of a day , you looked so ready for college yesterday what happed? they all wondered. as you walked into class you looked to the floor and sat in your chair ,peter walked to his desk and began teaching but he couldnt help but feel bad, but even after class he thought it was wrong to say anything so he just let you go without saying anything. it had been month since you started class you were now turning up to class smelling like vodka and cigaretts and hickeys all over your neck fresh each day,  today you had noticed peter kissing another teacher your heart was smashed into a million pieces  , that night you decided to dress up nice go to a frat party and get drunk but unluckily for you peter had to watch the party to make sure it didnt get out of hand , when you walked in the music was loud and the lights flashing mutible colors and the smell of alcahol was filling your nose , you began to dance and this boy you met started grinding againt you , you were well past drunk now and you felt like passing out but when you locked eyes with peter you started grinding against the boy harder , peter just rolled his eyes as he watched you grinding and kissing this unkown boy, you were stumbling all over the place now and the unkown boy was gone. while you walked home everything was a blur you ended up passing out. lucky for you peter had spotted you passed out on the side walk “y/n are you ok”? “you nodded bearly concious “peter kissed another girl lily” oh god you thought peter was your friend “y/n this is peter” “peter smeeter “ you giggled you were so out of it . he  picked you up and put you in his car  .  hours later you woke up in peters appartment no recall of last night whatsoever, “peter” you called him , he got up from the couch and ran into his bedroom you were sleeping in , “y/n how are you feeling”? he asked “well apart from a burning headache and the urge to puke  im fine i think”  “y/n what is up with you , youve been drinking , partying , coming into class looking like a wreck and then last night you basically passed out on the side walk”?   you thought for a while about your awnser “i have alot going on peter” you stutterd   “yh y/n if you call partying everyday and drinking and smoking yourself  to death”    “idk peter so much is wrong ive been feeling alone  alot ok ,all i had was our hookups , and i know  were nothing and idc , well maybe i do  but thats not the point”   “then what is the point y/n”   all of a sudden you started crying and you coverd your face with your hands and shouted through your tears  “i think i have feelings for you peter” peter just stood there speechless , “i shouldnt have said anything im sry pete-”  peter leans in and grabs your face and kisses you “i-” “y/n dont say anything ik i was way too harsh on you, and im so so sorry , and im sorry you saw me kissing someone else  i was just trying to get over you i should have used my head” you just kiss peter harder , he lifts you up and back onto the mattress “darling can i take your top off “ he asks , you nod “aha doll you have to speak “p-please peter please just touch me” you breathe heavly. peter once he has your consent rips your t-shirt of and begins sucking on you tits “ahh fuck daddy please i need you” you whine “alright baby just let daddy finish playing with these divine tits first” your body heats up with arousal as peter continues to harshly suck your nipples  our cunt is dripping and peter sees this thru your panties ,he begins to kiss from your nipple down you chest leaving love bites all the way down until he reaches your soaking  wet panties. he begins to slide them off  “darling your soaking, is this soaking just for me?” he asks in a husky tone “mhh yes pete its soaking just for you and you only “  “mind if daddy tastes darling?”  “please peter please taste me” peter begin to lick a strip from your clit all the way down to your hole ,he looks at you withering underneath the touch of his mouth your so wet and its making him hard as a rock , he keeps going giving long licks and fast licks its driving you closer to the edge “p-pete im so close omg” you almost scream “ok y/n cum like the good girl you are”  you grip his hair as you scream in extacy  letting go, cum seeping out of your cunt , “good girl Y/n , you did so well darlin, your such a good girl ,my good girl”. “y/n be a draling and get on your hands on knees on the mattress now” you do exactly what he says , your face is down on the mattress and ass up in the air  “mhh y/n your still so wet”  “all for you peter” peter undoes his belt on his trousers and pulls  down his pants and starts rubbing his tip thru your folds up and down, “daddy please dont tease”  you cry out , peter  grunt and shoves his cock into you tight hole “fuck y/n your so warm and tight , its like fucking heaven” peter thrusts harder and harder making you scream into the mattress and grip the sheets as hard as you can, peter lifts your head with his free hand  and  your back is now against nis chest while hes fucking you , he leans his head down to your and starts kissing you to muffle your sound and also just to comfort the both of you as you both reach your highs . peter is now cleaning you up wiping your legs and the cum from both of you in between them “p-peter what does this mean” “well this means your mine and im yours , well if you will have me”?  you sit up and kiss him so hard he almost falls “oh peter ofc i will have you , thats all ive ever wanted” he kisses your for head and now the rest is history

Time Part 1

Ivar the boneless x fem!reader imagine (In this imagine the timeline is a bit different than in the tv show, we are at the start of 5A at least from Ivars age (he is 18), but Ragnar, Aslaug, Sigurd and Helga are still alive, which is important for the imagine, don't be angry for the changes, I hope you enjoy the imagine)

The reader travels back in time after an accident, she lends in front of Flokis house who takes her in and shows her the northern way to live. She meets Ivar and his brothers and their story begins.

Part One

You were on your way to your first day of university you decided that after high school you would be studying (subject of your choice) at (collage name). Your best friend and roommate will study on the same university, her/his subject was northern history and mythology. In your opinion an interesting subject but you personally would not study it. Their choice of subject was why they had to learn old norse or decided to learn it anyway, as the good friend you were you went with them to the classes and learnt it as well. You kinda liked it, mythologies were your guilty pleasure anywayy so it was not to bad. Your best friend had to go to university earlier than you and told you about the heavy rain outside.

It was raining like hell, you were bearly able to make out the street in front of you out. You tried your hardest to stay concentrated, which wasn't the easiest task as you were tired from your nightshift at work and the rain made you even sleepier. But you weren't the only one with troubles to concentrate. On the other side of the road drove a car, slightly to fast in normal condition but in the rain his speed made it nearly impossible to stop the car. The driver did not sleep well last night and was now utterly tired. The second his eyes closed, he lost control over his car and started to drive to your side of the road. You saw the car to late and hit your car with his. The impact made the glass shatter, you could feel your car lifting up and landing on his roof. Air left your lungs and your head hit the side of your car with so much force that everything turned dark. You tried to not lose the consciousness, the ringing in your ears overwhelming. The last thing you saw before you lost the fight against the unconsciousness was a car rushing away and the shadow of a man speaking to you in some kind a language, but you were not able to hear through the loud ringing what he said. Then your world turned black and the ringing was silent.

You woke up by the feeling of being touched on the shoulder, at first you tried to brush it of. That was when you realized what happend. Without thinking you turned towards the touch and tried to punch the person infront of you. „By the gods woman I'm trying to help you!“ With the unknown voice growled, you opened your eyes and stared at the man that kneeled before you. You sat up and slided away slowly. „Who are you?“, not realizing that you adapted to his language. „My name is Flóki Vilgerðarson, who are you and what are you doing in front of my house?“ Confusion was written over your face. „In front of your..“ You looked around and saw that you were lying in front of a hut. „Your name, woman!?“, he said in a demanding tone. „I'm (Y/N) and I don't know why I'm here. I was in a car accident and then there was this strange man that talked to me and than I lost consciousness and woke up here. Please, don't kill me I swear I mean no harm to you or anyone else.“

Floki looked at the young girl in front of him, she seemed to be around Ivars age maybe a bit younger. Her clothes were strange, he had never seen anything like that, as well as he had never heard of cars. That was when he remembered the strange words that their seer spoke when he visited, „Your future, boatbuilder, will fall to your feet, it's your decision to do what you want with this future of yours. Make it yours and help it grow or kill it before it starts.“ Future, this might be who she is or where she is from, maybe it was both. Floki took a deep breath, shaking of the fear and hold out his hand towards her. Slowly the girl looked up seemingly considering her chances, but she took his hand in the end. „You are from far away, aren't you girl?“ A nod confirmed it. „(Your home country)“, was her soft answer. That was when it was confirmed for Floki, the gods sent her back to him. He did not know why, but he knew that he would keep her save and that he would have to teach her their ways otherwise people would try to harm her. „Oh what were the gods thinking, sending her to Kattegat“, he mumbled it in his beard. He lead her inside his house and sat her on one of his chairs. She was dirty, wet and seemed to be scared, when he wanted to speak up the voice of his wife interrupted him. „Floki who is this girl?“

You looked up from your knees to the woman who asked the question, she did not sound angry, she sounded kinda worried, which surprised you to no end. She got closer and kneelt in front of you looking over your dirty and bruised face and clothes. The man, that said his name was Floki answered, „She laid in fornt of our hut, my love. I remembered the words of the seer when I saw her. What if she is what he talked about.“ The woman smiled lovingly at you, a strange feeling of safety floated you. „I see, come along child you need to clean yourself.“ She said that while stroking your hair lovingly, she stopped and stood up. With a soft smile she offered her hand, which you took. She helped you to stand up and turned to the man. „I will take care of her husband. Try to think of what we shall do. We can't tell the people in the village that she just laid in front of our door, can we?“ With that she turned around and walked you out of the room. Floki knew Helga was right, he couldn't just say that, but what could he say?

The woman took you into a room with a bathtub, she looked at you and said softly, „I could warm up water for you it would take a while.“ You shook your head softly, not wanting to be more trouble then you were. „No, I'm fine with cold water. It will be okay.“ She nodded softly. „If you say so. My name is Helga, I didn't catch your name.“ „My name is (Y/N), thank you for your help Helga, as well as for Flokis.“ Helga nodded softly and looked at you with her brown eyes. „Take of your clothes and wash yourself, I'm gonna look for clothes to give you. You can't wear yours, they don't look like they are from here.“ With that Helga left you alone in the bath. The second she closed the door, you started to take of your clothes. Your body was dirty and blue from the crash, but nothing seemed broken. Slowly you started to wash your body, while you tried to not hurt yourself even more. You softly started to wash your hair after your body was clean, you winced when you felt a wound on your head, which probably was the reason why you lost consciousness. While you cleaned your hair, Helga opened the door and look at you from behind. She could see the the hirmatomes but did not question where you got them from. „I got you clothes“, she said and made herself known. You jumped when you heard her voice and tried to cover yourself up. „There's nothing I have not seen. Let me help you with the dress, you never wore anything like that, I'm sure of that and I believe that you need help with it.“ You knew that she was right, that was why you left your hands down and looked shyly on the floor. „Don't be shy, you look great. Come, we will put that dress on.“ You nodded and went over to her, still shy to be naked. The dress Helga held was beautiful, it had a soft blue color and a neckline with some kind of lacing. Helga helped you in the dress and looked at you when you had it on. „You are lucky that this dress was always too long for me. It suits you. Come I will braid your hair.“ You followed her while she went into another room, she sat you on the bed and started to braid your hair softly. Helga liked how your hair looked when if fell other your shoulder while it was open, so she decided to just braid a few strands, so your hair wouldn't bother you so much. She took her time while doing it, enjoying to do it for some other woman. „Helga?“, you asked softly. A soft hum was her answer. „They will kill me, won't they?“ Helga looked shocked at the words, but she understood where these fear came from. „They won't, Floki will come up with a story for why you are here and think of something to do. I'm sure that you willbe fine“, she stated calmly. You nodded and looked at her when she said that she was finished. „I don't know why you and Floki help me, but I can't thank you enough. Other people would have killed me, I'm sure of that, but you opened your home for me and let me in. I'm thankful for what you did for me. I will do everything to show you that I'm thankful.“ Helga couldn't help but smile, you were a good person, she was sure of that. „We will see“, Helga said while she smiled softly, „Let's see if Floki came up with an idea.“ With a nod of you, the two of you went Floki who sat in front of a fire. „My niece“, were the first words he said when you two entered. „Husband what do you mean?“, Helga asked softly. „We will tell them that she is my niece. If we say that than she will be able to live here and she will be save. They won't touch family.“ Helga laughed softly, ran towards her husband and kissed him. „You are amazing husband. But that means that we have to go and tell Ragnar that she is here. He will want to see.“ „Believe me, wife. I know that. But what other chances do we have? I will tell him that she is sick and needs a bit time to get well. In that time we will teach her how to live here, I will teach her to protect herself. She is a young and pretty woman, she will need it.“ Helga nodded softly and looked at you. „You will be fine, Ragnar is a nice man. He will understand.“ You nodded and smiled at both of them. „So I will be your niece?“ „Yes, my brother went away a long time ago, he died as far as I know. I know that he never had any children, but Ragnar does not know that. We will be fine.“ You nodded. Than Floki stood up and looked at you two. „We should go then“, he said. Helga looked utterly confused, „Now?“ „Yes, the longer we wait the worse. He would think that we hide something.“ Helga nodded and looked at you. „He is right. We should go.“ You were worried, but when Helga took your hand a but of that worry left you. „We will be back soon, it's gonna be okay.“ You nodded softly and watch them leave. Your eyes followed Floki and Helga, worried what Ragnar would say. You thanked your best friend silently for dragging you along to learn old Norse lessons, but still you did not know if you would ever see them again. But now was not the time to worry about meeting your old friends again, now was the time to worry about your fate. With that thought you sat in front of the fire and waited.

Floki was worried about Ragnar, not that he would have told you but he was. When he and Helga entered his eyes fell upon his friend and the family he had. Ragnar saw him soon after and shooted, „Floki! Helga! Come closer eat with us!“ The couple looked at each other and walked over to their friend. „Ragnar“, Floki said and looked at his friend. „Sit!“ That was what he did, for a short second Floki listened to the talks around him, but then looked back at his friend. „Ragnar can we talk?“ Ragnar turned to him, curiousity in his eyes. „About what?“ Floki looked at Helga and then back. „Helga and I have a guest“, he said. „A guest?“, Ragnar questioned. The table turned towards them, the whole family looking at them. „A permanent one“, Floki said. „Is Helga pregnant?“, asked Ragnars wife, Aslaug. „No“, Floki stated, „My brother had a child it appears, he died a few weeks ago. His child came to us and asked if it would possible to stay with us.“ Ragnar nodded slowly. „Is the boy alright?“; naturally assuming that they were talking about a boy. „He had a daughter, with a Christian woman“, Floki explained. „A Christian?“, Aslaug asked, she sounded angry. „He raised her in the ways of our gods, do not worry. She has no where to go and is sick, she won't do any trouble for you or anyone“, Floki added. Ragnar seemed to be thinking deeply. „Why should she be allowed to stay? She has a Christian mother, send her back to her?“, said Ivar. It was the first time that Floki wished to strangle the young man. „No, it's fine“, Ragnar said, „she can stay. Bring her to us as soon as she is better. Now let us eat.“ Floki felt as if the weight of the world was lifted from his shoulders, he nodded and started to eat.

After the dinner they went back home and found the young woman in a chair close to the fire. Helga chuckled softly, while Floki carried her to a room. „She is gonna be fine, Floki“, Helga whispered to calm her husband, who looked worried at the girl on the bed. „I hope“, he stated and left her alone.

The next morning was spend with explaining to the girl what Ragnar said and what would happen now, she would learn how to defend herself, to fight. Floki was sure that she would need it sooner or later, which was worried the girl a bit. Helga promised her to teach her how to clean and do housework in this time, as well as she promised to go and buy her more dresses.

Which was what they did, they kept (Y/N) away from the eye of the village and Ragnars family. Floki thought her to fight as good as possible, she proved herself to be a good fighter, while Helga thought her the normal ways of woman in this time. Two months passed like that, days spend with learning and nights spend with talks about the gods. The couple found themselves enjoying the time they spend with the young girl, enjoying the talks and the way they laughed with each other.

Floki found himself talking to Ragnar and his family about the young woman, after a month Ragnar seemed to be impatient to meet the young woman. That was when a fest for the birthday of Ivar came along. „Bring your niece this time Floki“, Ragnar said and while it seemed like a nice request, Floki knew that it wasn't. It was a command. When he returned he found Helga and (Y/N) in front of the fire, talking and laughing. „Tomorrow is the day“, he stated calmly. Both looked up, surprise, worry and fear in their eyes. „Tomorrow?“, the question was evident in the voice and the face of Helga. „He won't wait any longer“, was the answer while Floki drank. Both woman nodded.

„Very well, then let's make you a part of the villiage.“

Crime and Consequence (Atem x Reader) Chapter 2

Two: The Avenger

One //// Two //// Three //// Four //// [Five coming soon]

Summary: Years have passed since Atem's crimes came to light. Years have passed, but in some cases the wounds of that time were still fresh. Despite that, however, you've done your best to rebuild your life for you...and for your son. So, when Atem's crimes come back to hurt you and your boy, how will you survive and protect what little you have left?

Years have passed since Atem last saw you. Years have passed, and he had never been able to meet his son. Despite that, Atem carried on with his life, as limited and meaningless as it was, locked away for his crimes. So, when a threat is made against the only ones he still holds dear, how will he defend the love of his life and his boy?

(Modern, season 0 inspired AU. Contains some disturbing themes, depictions of violence, cursing/vulgar language, and sexual content.)

A.N.  I usually keep it ambiguous in my AUs, whether my versions of Domino are based on western, or Japanese cultures, and I'm doing the same thing here. Though I'm using the Japnese versions of the character's names, the way I portray the prison system in this chapter (as well as the next) is likely more contemporary with American prisons. Just thought I'd warn you guys about that since I know next to nothing about Japanese prisons and for the purpose of the story is had to make it more American.

Dan was still getting used to his job, but the longer his first week went by, the more he was certain that he just wouldn’t ‘get used’ to it at all. The Domino City Penitentiary- more commonly called “Burngate”, was one scary-ass place, to put it mildly. Dan knew the risk of working in the buildings where they housed the city’s worst, literally worst, criminals, but with so few jobs out there, he figured the high risk was worth it. Better than getting evicted from his apartment and ending up on the streets anyway.

Besides, it wasn’t like he was a guard, hell, he was pretty much a glorified errand boy for the prison. Like his task today for instance: mail delivery. So long as he widely ignored the mild threats and graphic comments the inmates threw at him as he passed their mail into their cells, it wasn’t too bad. Dan was actually surprised with how many inmates got mail in the first place, though most only had one letter, maybe two if they were lucky. Why anyone would take time to write letters to these monsters was beyond him.

But there was one stack that had caught Dan’s interest as he made his rounds through the prison. A stack of mail six letters thick, all heading for the same cell. They didn’t all bear the same name, one was even addressed to “the savior”, so Dan kept telling himself it was probably just split among two cellmates who were good at keeping girlfriends on the outside or something. Still, as the stack of bulging envelopes stood stark against the dwindling piles on his cart, Dan wondered.

Finally he came to that lonely little cell, and the fading name card beside the door simply read “Inmate 27748, Atem Mutou”. Finding himself suddenly nervous, Dan stepped closer to the door and peered in through the small, barred window.

Inside was a man, much younger and scrawnier looking than he had expected, sitting cross-legged with his back against the far wall. Wild hair sporting several colors stuck up in crazed spikes and Dan knew the hair could easily add to any deranged look that might come across that youthful face. His eyes were closed as if he was sleeping or meditating and Dan had the sudden urge to bolt past the cell before the guy woke up and saw-

Violet eyes snapped open to meet Dan’s and the poor worker actually jumped at the sudden action. Too late to run now. Though, the urge to do just that increased tenfold when the man’s lips curled into a smirk, eyes lighting up.

“You’re new,” the inmate said simply, smile never leaving his face.

Dan felt his heart pounding in his ears as the man rose to his feet with a grace that was almost eerie. As he took a step closer to the door Dan didn’t resist the urge to step back.

The man- Atem, made a tutting noise as he came as close to the door and Dan as he could. “Come now, there’s no need to be scared. You have my word that I mean you no harm.” When Dan only answered with an audible gulp, Atem sighed and continued. “Look up my name or ask around and you’ll find that I only kill scum who’ve escaped justice. So,” Atem’s eyes traveled down to the nametag pinned to his shirt, “Dan, as long as you aren’t a murderer, rapist, pedophile, or any other example of human vermin blighting the earth, you have no reason to fear me.” The smirk that was getting creepier by the second actually softened a bit as Atem’s eyes peered down at the mail cart. “Besides, I wish to be friends with anyone who brings me my only contact to the outside world.”

Somehow feeling a bit more at ease, or at least enough to regain his curiosity, Dan grabbed the stack of mail and prepped to pass it through the meal slot in the door. “That’s a lot of letters for one guy, I figured you had to have a cellmate or two.”

Atem hummed, “No, this cell is all my own. The warden seems to be under the impression that I would find a way to kill any criminal they put in here with me.” The smirk turned to one that sent a cold shiver down Dan’s spine, “And given the kind of animals that are housed here, I think that’s a fair impression to have.” With that Atem snatched the letters from the slot and snapped it shut. “Thank you for delivering my mail. Now, I won’t keep you from your job any longer, I hope you stay safe during your employment here, Dan.”

Atem watched as the man scurried off without another word or a backwards glance and almost felt guilty for scaring him. He supposed he couldn’t help it anymore, five years in this pit had taken its toll on his social skill, among other things. He truly was grateful though, and turned to the letters with hope bubbling in his chest.

He flipped through them all, eyes scanning over the handwriting with an odd kind of hunger. He recognized most of the scrawls in an instant, one was new and another only vaguely familiar- but hot anger and disappointment rose in his chest when he went through all six and didn’t see the handwriting he truly longed for.

In a moment of madness, he growled and threw the papers across the room! He couldn’t help it, he was angry and desperate- he was at the end of his rope! Almost a year since your last letter, a year since he got to see the words your lovely hands crafted just for him, a year since he got to hear about his son. The beautiful baby boy you both made before his life went to hell.

Didn’t you realize your letters were the only bright light in his imprisonment? Didn’t you know every week that passed without your written words were hell for him?!

Atem caught himself before another harsh thought crossed his mind, it wasn’t fair to think those things of you. To calm his suddenly ragged breathing, he closed his eyes and took in a few deep breaths, remembering his mantra. He couldn’t be impatient with you. You had your own life, a life you had to live and provide for without him. You had responsibilities, his son paramount among them, he couldn't blame you for neglecting to write to him.

Besides, Atem was no delusion fool. He knew the only reason you wrote him and sent him pictures of Yugi at all was because you thought it was the right thing to do. It wasn’t some romantic gesture of devotion on your part. Some part of him hoped and clung to the idea that somewhere, deep in the heart he had broken, you still loved him; but the letters were not sent because you were still clinging to him and the life you had before.

Despite that, despite all of that, he still held tight to every word you wrote him as if they were his life line- the only things making his life here worth while. Atem sighed, slumped against his cell door, and ran a hand over his face, a pitiful feeling rolling in his chest. Honestly, he was lucky you wrote to him at all, considering what had happened the last time he saw you.

His leg was shaking. It was a sign of nerves that he had never exhibited before. Of all the panic-inducing things that had happened to him this past week, he supposed it made sense this was the most nerve-wracking. The detectives who questioned him were pitiful, bearly worth the sweat on his brow as they tried to intimidate a confession out of him. It was only because one of them had the gall to threaten the love of his life that they got him to confess to more than the one murder they witnessed him committing. Then the others in the jail they kept him in were even more pitiful. Thugs who tried to threaten and scare him through the bars of their cells like children playing bully in a schoolyard. They realized very quickly that they were nothing when he showed them just how much damage he could do even with the bars separating them. None of that had made him this nervous, even as the threat of life in prison, or execution itself loomed over his head.

None of it had scared him more than facing you.

There was a buzzing sound and his eyes snapped up from the metal table to watch the barred door of the visiting room. A moment later it opened, and there you stood.

You looked unwell. Eyes red and tired looking, as if you hadn’t slept in days and spent all the waking moments crying. Perhaps that was exactly the hell you had been through. He had no idea what the detectives had told you, or what the news anchors were saying about his crimes. And he had no idea how you were taking the truths of his sins being brought to light.

As you stepped into the secured room he stood, tried to hold his hands out to you- but the chains clasped to his wrists yanked him back down. Something flashed in your eyes as they lingered on the cuffs. It must have hurt, seeing him like this.

“Kitten,” he whispered, trying desperately to draw your attention back to him and away from the shackles. But when your eyes met his, he saw a fury in them that made him want to recoil.

“Don’t call me that.”

Shame reared its head and all he could do was nod, waiting for you to take the seat across from him. He never took his eyes off of you as you approached the table and bench, casting a wary glance at the armed officers standing in the corners of the room. This was all wrong, someone as pure and precious as you shouldn’t be subjected to a place like this.

When you sat, a thick and stale silence hovered between you both. He didn’t want to speak first, lest he say the wrong thing and bring out your ire again, so he continued to wait.

Eventually, you let out a shaky breath and shook your head.

“I don’t know what to say or where to start.”

He heard the strain in your voice, the tears threatening to break through. In all your years together, only once before had he done something foolish enough to make you cry and he still felt twinges of guilt at the memory. How long would this haunt him? How long until the pain of knowing how much he hurt you faded?

“Please, my love, please let me explain.”

“Explain why you confessed to murdering thirty people?” you snapped. “I couldn’t believe it at first, when they brought me in for questioning. I couldn’t believe that my noble, sweet Atem did anything they were accusing you of. But then you confessed- you confessed to it all!”

All he could do was look back at you and he was sure his eyes were desperate and pleading. If it wasn’t for these damned chains he would pull you into his arms and hold you- let you cry and beat on his chest all you wanted, let you take whatever vengeance you wanted from him for making you feel this way.

After another minute, you ask in a simple and tired tone, “Why?”

“Because I couldn’t save Yugi.” For all the complexity of his crimes, his reasoning really was simple. “He was taken from us, killed like- like an animal, and his murderer was let go. They let the filth that killed my little brother go, because of a technicality.”

He couldn’t keep the anger from clawing through his voice. Even now, years and years later, he still felt the raw pain and rage over Yugi’s death. His little brother was as pure and bright as the sun, never causing or wishing anyone harm, always doing what was right and kind even when others didn’t deserve it. And what had the world done to reward his kindness? He was beaten and cut up by a psychopath who preyed on teenage boys. A psychopath that was free to kill again because of an error in the investigation, a mistake that made the case against him null and void.

Atem saw a numbed version of understanding in your eyes while he spoke, as if he had confirmed something the back of your mind had already told you. Did you forgive him, then? Did you understand his need for justice? You had loved Yugi like a brother, you had known him even longer than you had known Atem himself. So then, did a part of you forgive his bloody actions, understanding first hand how devastating Yugi’s death had been?

“I thought that was why,” you whispered, “when they said Chopman was one of your victims, I thought...I tried to tell them that you may have killed him but-...but thirty other people, Atem?”

“Not people, monsters,” he corrected in a careful, delicate tone, “monsters like the thing that took Yugi from us. When I killed him it-”

He averted his eyes from yours, his explanation becoming jumbled and desperate in his head. He took a moment to recollect, and he thought about keeping his eyes downcast as he explained the rest, but no, you deserved to be looked in the eye, no matter how much it killed him to see your horror.

“When I killed him, it didn’t help. I had this...void in me, this darkness that kept telling me others just like him were out there. Killers and predators that were walking free to hurt more people… And that I had to be the one who brought them to justice, I was the was one who could put a stop to their killing and raping and drug pedaling and-” He drew in a sharp breath. He had gotten carried away, the look in your eyes had shifted, but he wasn’t sure he could read it.

One thing was certain though, he was scaring you. No matter how you felt about the people he killed, his words were scaring you. After all, you had never seen a side of him that was this...disturbing.

“I never hurt an innocent person.” It was a desperate move. A truth that he was bringing out because above all, above what anyone else thought of him, the idea of you being disgusted with him tore him apart inside. “I was always careful to never endangered an innocent life. If you believe anything I say, please believe that I wasn’t so mad as to hurt someone who didn’t deserve it.”

“I’m not the only one who knows that,” you said in a tone devoid of any particular strong emotion. Your eyes shifted to the small window placed high on the wall, “did they tell you that people are gathering outside the jail, holding up signs supporting you? They’re calling you The Avenger.”

He had heard. Even through the thick concrete walls, he heard the cheering and shouting from his cell- but he didn’t care about all that! Right now the only person he gave a damn about was you. The only opinion that mattered to him at all, was yours!

“A lot are going to think you’re a hero.” Your eyes finally turned back to meet his.

He held your gaze, careful and steady, “And what do you think?”

He watched as your eyes finally glossed over with a sheen of tears. Only one broke free to run down your cheek as you whispered, lowly, almost broken, “I don’t know.”

His hands reacted, reaching out to you, longing- needing to hold you, to wipe away the tears and make amends. But again the shackles stopped him, clanging in an ear-splitting wrench as they slid and caught on the metal table. You flinched at the sound, or...or were you flinching away from him? Nails clawed at his chest at the thought, at the idea that you were scared of him. That you ever thought he could harm you .

He barely registered that the guards had surged forward at his action, but seeing that his chains stopped him, were hanging back, observing and ready to strike.

“I’m sorry.” He had never sounded so desperate, but Atem didn’t care. “I never meant to hurt you. I never meant for any of this to-”

“Stop!”

He flinched that time, you were at the end of your rope, angry and hurt and scared. All of it was there in your tone.

“You’re sorry?” you accused, appalled disbelief etched on your face. “How many times did you lie to me to cover up this- this sick mission of yours? How many times did you come home and put hands on me right after murdering someone? You ‘never meant to hurt me’? From what I can tell you weren’t thinking of anyone but yourself- your needs!” You jumped to your feet, glaring down at him with that righteous fury. “Did you know Jonouchi might be kicked off the force because of his ties to you? Do you know how many people have sent me death threats and cussed me out on the street because they think I knew what you were doing this whole time? Even throwing aside the moral question of what you did, every crime you admitted to is bleeding over onto everyone you love!”

He jumped to his feet as well, “Everything I did was to protect others!” he was angry, ashamed, confused and- so many other damn things and his head was spinning! “I’ll make this right- I’ll- I’ll find a way, but don’t ever question why I did the things I did. I wanted justice for all those victims, I wanted to stop any more harm from being done! And I won’t let you or Jonouchi or anyone else pay for my crimes, I’ll do whatever it takes to protect you, I’ll-”

“I’m pregnant!”

His mind stalled. The words, blurted out almost frantically, rang in his ears….Pregnant?

More tears were rolling down your cheeks now, and after a moment of silence, you threw your hands in defeat, body practically going limp; all the fight slowly draining from you. “I was going to tell you on our next date night. Was going to plan this big romantic reveal...to tell you we were having a baby.” You looked at him as if you didn’t know him anymore, and only held his gaze for a slow heartbeat, “Now I don’t know what to do.”

And with that, you turned away. He blinked to snap out of his stupor and called out your name, but you didn’t look back. The officer by the door jumped to open it for you, giving the others a gesture to take the prisoner away. Even as they grabbed his arms he called for you, but you kept your back turned to him. He started to struggle, as if he had any chance to break free, chase after you, and make this even an ounce better. He must have sounded deranged as he screamed your name over and over, until the door slammed shut behind you.

Atem scrubbed his hands over his face again, the memory still raw and painful in his mind. At the time, he thought that was the end, that that was the last we would ever hear of you and the child you were supposed to have and raise together. For six months he went through life in a haze, his sentencing, his transfer to Burngate, the stunts he had to pull in order to show the scum here that he was not to be trifled with, all of it. He admitted that he became a bit more...brutal in those months. The other prisoners who tried to jump him to make an example of him or take their revenge for some associate he had killed met a very...bloody end. More bloody than he had extended to the criminals he was put in there for killing. In truth, he simply didn’t give a damn about much of anything at that point.

But then, he received your first letter.

It was a simple thing, short, but enough to make him regain his sense of self, even just a bit. “I thought long and hard about this,” you had written, “but in the end, you’re still his father and you deserve to know him, even if it’s from afar.” And with the letter, was a picture of a beautiful newborn baby, wrapped in a deep purple blanket, eyes closed and little pink face passive with sleep. “I named him Yugi. If he becomes half the man his uncle and namesake was, then I know we’ll both be proud.”

Atem smiled at the thought of that first picture. The warm expanse of emotions that rose in his chest at the sight of his boy, his son. But there was also regret. And anger. He had no one to blame but himself, and because of his actions you had to raise their little one on your own. He had no worries that you couldn’t, but, the fact that him building a happy, loving home with you was now unattainable broke his heart. And the saddest part? He had been so close, so damn close to stopping. Quitting his ‘bloody mission’ and focusing on his future with you.

Too little too late, he supposed.

“You awake in there, creep?”

Atem, who’s eyes had been scanning over one of the letters he had gotten that day, barely moved the paper enough to look at his door’s window. It was Ushio. One of the guards who showed just how cruel men could be when they had power over another. He was always looking for an excuse to beat prisoners half to death. Even relished when there were riots despite how often they resulted in the deaths of his coworkers.

Ushio snarled when all Atem did was stare from his reclined position on the bed. “Put your girly poems away, you got a visitor.”

A visitor? But, who? No one had ever been given authorization to visit him, as prisoners in this penitentiary were rarely given that privilege and visitors had to be thoroughly screened before getting permission.

Carefully, Atem folded the letter and put it on his bed before rising. “And who may I ask, wants to see me?”

A nasty smirk covered Ushio’s face. “You’ll find out soon enough, creep.”

Accompanied by three other guards, Ushio led Atem down the stark hallways of the prison and as they walked, Atem wondered. None of his old friends had contacted him since his sentencing, sadly, so he doubted it was any of them. You wouldn’t come to visit him without mentioning it in a letter, surely...unless something was very wrong.

Atem shook the thought from his mind. It had to be one of his fans. Many had expressed interest in meeting him face to face and some were surely determined enough to jump through the hoops required to get put on the visitor’s list.

When they were buzzed through the several doors that blocked off the visiting rooms from the main prison, Ushio gave a silent nod to the other guards, who promptly scurried off down the hallway. That caught Atem’s interest too. Never was a prisoner allowed to be with a visitor with only one guard to contain any ‘trouble’. Ushio made no comment of the fact, only turning and opening the thick metal door.

It was a private visiting room, yet another abnormality, and inside there was only one man. Atem instantly recognized the look of a two-bit thug. He was looking at Atem over the rim of expensive-looking sunglasses, one hand clutched tight over a case of sorts, the other playing idly with the gold chains on his neck. His head was shaved, with a gaudy tattoo of a snake in place of hair, another tattoo of a scorpion crawling down his neck. He smiled at Atem with a look of knowing and anticipation, as if he had been waiting for this meeting for some time. Atem only stared back, stone-faced and still.

When Ushio moved to cuff Atem to the table in the room, the man waved him off. “Don’t bother with those. I ain't afraid of this punk.” He then stepped closer to Ushio and presented a wad of twenties to him, “As promised. Just make sure you give me the room for as long as I need it.”

Ushio chuckled and took the money, stuffing it inside his jacket pocket. “Gladly.”

With that, Ushio walked out, closed the door, and left Atem alone with the lowlife. Said thug stared at Atem for a long moment, looking rather satisfied. “You know who I am?”

“A drug dealing roach who thinks he’s something special?” Atem said in a bored tone.

The roach in question only scoffed at him, “Names Haru...Haru Hirutani.”

Ah, Hirutani, now that did trip something in Atem’s memory. A tall, blonde crime lord who met his end face down in a puddle of rainwater, with lethal currents of electricity running through his body. Atem had come very close to ridding Domino of the entire Rintama gang that night, but knew that many had escaped his grasp. He always hoped that taking out the heads of the gang was enough. Apparently he had missed one.

“You killed my brother,” the thug said, face dropping some of that smug contentment and shifting to something even more sinister.

“And now you’re here to gloat over my incarceration?” Atem asked, still sounding rather bored. “Or are you going to try getting your payback with your fists?”

Again Hirutani scoffed, “Nah. I’m here because my revenge’s been five years in the making. I finally have all the power and money I need to make you pay for what you did to him. Took a long time for me to rebuild my brother’s empire, but now it’s even greater than he imagined.”

Atem smirked at that. “Empire? Your brother was gutter trash who built his reputation by selling drugs to children.” Spurred on by the memories- the righteous anger he felt when he saw what that rat did to literal children, Atem narrowed his eyes at the man before him and leaned in. He looked the second Hirutani brother in the eyes as he said, tone low and dangerous, “Your brother deserved everything I did to him.”

To Atem’s surprise, the man only smirked. “And your girl is gonna deserve everything I do to her.”

Atem felt his blood go cold, but he tried his damnedest to make sure the surprise and fear didn’t show on his face. Before Atem could reply, Hirutani turned and walked over to the table in the room, opened the case in his hands and started setting papers on the metal surface. No, not papers, pictures.

“I could do something mainstream and simple, like pay the guards to look the other way while I put holes in you right here, but I ain’t a fool.” the thug said, still with that smirk as Atem walked closer until the pictures were in view.

His heart was thundering in his ears now. They were all of you, and of Yugi. You, walking in the dark parking lot of the hospital. Yugi, playing games on a small apartment porch. Both of you eating icecream as you walked down the sidewalk together. A mother tucking her sleepy son into bed, taken through a bedroom window.

“See, I know with a man like you, it don’t matter if I stab you or beat you,” Hirutani continued, voice full of malicious glee. “Nah, the real pain is knowing the people you love are gonna pay instead.”

“Stay away from them,” Atem growled, losing his grip, rage and fury taking over. How easy it would be to end this scum right here and now. Half a dozen means of doing just that flashed through his mind, most of which could be done before Ushio could get that door open- but no, he had to keep a grip on himself. Chances were this man had a legion of lackeys who would hurt the love of Atem’s life and his son for nothing but to honor their boss’ reputation.

“They go to the park every Wednesday and Saturday,” Hirutani continued, unperturbed by Atem’s threat as he pulled out another picture. This one was of you pushing Yugi on a swing in a small park surrounded by trees and wildflowers. “And they walk home down a nice isolated road.” He gave a perverse hum of appreciation. “Hm, she’s a real looker. I’m gonna have a lot of fun with her. But I ain’t a monster, the kid- cute kid by the way, real happy boy, now him, I’ll make sure he goes quick. Won’t hardly suffer at all. Your girl on the other hand,” he whistled, then looked Atem in the eyes as if to silently convey all his sick plans. “And I’ll enjoy every second of it.” He flashed Atem that sick smile. “What I’ll enjoy more though, is how much it’ll kill you, knowing it’s all your fault, and being stuck in here, helpless to stop it.”

Despite the fire in his veins and all the violent thoughts running through his mind, Atem kept calm. Despite how much he wanted to set this- this parasite ablaze and watch him burn for even thinking of harming you or the son you shared, despite it all, Atem kept calm. He had always been a man of strategy, it was what kept him and his mission going for so long. Attacking the thug now would feel good, but it wouldn’t save you and Yugi, and being thrown into solitary confinement would hinder the plan that was already forming in his mind.

So, instead, Atem smiled and got a rush of satisfaction when something faltered in Hirutani’s eyes. “Are you sure I’m so helpless to stop you?”

That scared the punk. He stepped back and ran a suddenly nervous hand over his tattooed head. “Even if you try to shank me right now, my guys will go ahead with my plan, just like I told them to.”

“I know.” Atem was enjoying this. Watching the rat squirm and wonder. And he was going to enjoy making him pay for threatening the only things that mattered to him anymore. “I’m going to make what I did to your brother look tame and merciful.”

“You’re just making this worse for your girl and kid,” Hirutani spat, then called for Ushio at the top of his lungs. “You're gonna regret all of this, Mutou!”

Atem said nothing as Ushio opened the door and grabbed him by the arm. He kept his eyes, as well as his smirk, on Hirutani as the guards pulled him away.

Ushio said nothing as they escorted him back down the halls, down the prison cell blocks. Atem was looking, waiting for an opportunity to obtain something- anything that would help the plan reeling in his head.

He was lucky, because soon several prisoners turned a corner, marching towards them with two other guards. When Atem saw that among them was a particularly hot head that was far too easy to manipulate, an idea sparked. Atem had never been one for gossip or rumors, but he had heard one swapped by the guards that might provide a perfect distraction.

“Evening, Jin.” Atem greeted as he and the other prisoners intersected in the hall. “Did you know that your wife has been sending some very naughty letters to Milo?”

“The hell did you just say!?” Jin spat, blazing eyes flashing to the man walking in front of him. He actually stepped out of the line up to look the accused more directly, ignoring the snapped warning from the guards.

Milo, a tall mountain of a man, looked over his shoulder and down at Jin as if he were a roach. “Don’t even try. I aint above crushing you under by boot, fool.”

Just as Atem had predicted Jin’s short fuse blew and he practically howled in rage as he jumped at the mountain. The other’s in the line up had mixed reactions as the guards surged forward, some hooted with laughter, others egged them on, and finally, as Atem had hoped, two actually joined in on the fight.

That caused Ushio and his cronies to step in and Atem took the moment to strike. Ushio was a chain smoker, and chain smokers should always have a source of fire on their person, even if it was against the prison’s rules. The abusive guard was too distracted to notice the deft hand slipping into his pocket, or the next when that one came up empty. Unfortunately Atem’s luck ran thin when someone in the scuffle knocked into him and he fell against Ushio’s back, hard.

That got attention.

“Back in line, Mutou!” Ushio spat and a large fist collided with Atem’s face.

Atem was sent back across the hall from the blow and tumbled to the ground. Shouts echoed behind and above him, excited cries from the inmates, guards spewing threats, but Atem didn’t care about any of it now. He got to his hands and knees, letting his vision settle after the jarring punch. A familiar iron tang filled his mouth as his teeth ached and a moment later Atem spat a small pool of blood onto the gray floor. He ignored the stark red and instead opened his palm, the object held there hidden from the view of anyone else. His plan was already coming together as he smiled down at the small black lighter.

Yes, this would do nicely.