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║The Half-Fae Police man║║━ Pt. 3 ━║

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

Male Monster x Fem! Reader

Word count║23,548

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

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

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

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

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Now onto the story :)

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"You're kidding!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Okay, then I call you my moneybag."

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

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"We're back!"

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

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

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

Definitely not you.

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

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

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

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

He tends to know your emotions better than you do.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"A big one with a lot of rice."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, baby, you're awake."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or was that just your baby doing front flips?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Everything it needed was provided.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Is the food to your liking?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But things are different now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No promises."

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

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

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

He was getting sick of this.

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

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

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Lord & Saivor🙏

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

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

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

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1 (XXX) XXX - YYYY

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hello?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tyr stutters but answers with a weak 'yes.'

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

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"Hey, big shot!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Do you have siblings?"

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

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

"I see what's going on."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

...With their faces burning and hearts beating.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It might not be too late for them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Zafira!"

"Exactly!"

He respires heavily and returns to the game.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You're done! Get out!"

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Your eyes are drooping, and your head feels heavy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hot chocolate is fine."

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

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

"Do you think mom will ever get better?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What do you do?

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

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

This is all just a big a** mess.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Still a win."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She raises a brow but nods her head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your sibling appears shaken for a moment before gingerly releasing her throat and holding his weight up by the side of her head. He presses his forehead to her sternum with what appears to be warm tears wetting her top.

"I'm sorry." He barely manages to whisper. "I shouldn't have done that...but when you said there were others you could choose from, I got so angry. I already lost my sister; I can't lose you too."

The dragon descendant hums and runs her long nails through his thick hair. "You're such a baby, Ty." She mumbles while continuing to comfort him. "You're not going to lose me, and you haven't lost your sister. For one, you haven't apologized to her for flipping out, and two, I've practically fallen in love with you, so I'm not leaving anytime soon."

She suddenly giggles, which spurs Tyrion to raise his head so he can face her. His teary-eyed expression was so beautiful that Zafira had to calm her heart down from exploding.

"What? Are you making fun of me?" He's not as snappy as he usually is.

She shakes her head leisurely before speaking. "No, but did you know that dragon's mate for life? So if we complete it, then you'll really never be able to get rid of me. Plus, you will start to get some of my attributes!"

To her surprise but delight, Tyrion's head dipped down to capture her plump lips in his. For their first kiss, it tasted of soda and sugar.

One of his hands dips into the arch of her back to push their body closer, with his other holding her jaw firmly. She responded just as eagerly, one hand buried in the back of his hair to deepen the kiss with her other pressing her nails into his back.

Their faces are burning heat, and their minds are swirling in pleasing hormones.

A knock at the door echoed in before the hinges squeaked as it opened. "Tyrion-Oh my!"

The teens snap their eyes open while turning to face the entrance. Both you and Ambrose stood in the doorway, shielding grins behind your hands. "Ou, um, dinners ready, but you guys can come down when you're both hungry."

The Chief giggled. "For food, that is." He mumbles, which provokes you to elbow him in the rib.

Before you closed the door, you winked at Zafira, who returned a wink.

Now alone again in the room, Tyrion removed himself from atop the dragon descendant to hide his face and rub at the back of his neck. "Well, that was embarrassing. She's never going to let me live that down." He mumbled under his breath.

Zafira giggled as she sat up leisurely. "I think they already had an idea." She states, standing to her feet to go up behind him and hug his back. "So...I guess you're my boyfriend now~!"

He can feel her grin against his skin and smiles to himself as he bites into his bottom lips. "I guess I am."

Her hands caressed his fit abdomen above his shirt as she sighed pleasantly. "You know, you're really attractive when you're jealous."

"Do you wanna break up?"

"I'm sorry~! :p"

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It's around midday on a Saturday. Both Tyrion and Ambrose had off work at the station, so they decided to stay home for the day. Everyone in the family was slacking off in the manor, relaxing.

The Chief had a long night before, so he was sleeping in just like your brother, who stayed up all night gaming. Ursula came over from the annex to bring you to the new garden she constructed and just began to plant.

Tyr, Mikhail, and Raoul remained in the study room in the morning to catch up on their work. It's now their main mission to do everything they can to make you and your partner satisfied with them.

So on this Saturday, it was just an undisturbed day.

...

Tyrion's phone began to ring, awakening him from the deep slumber he finally fell into just as the birds outside began to tweet.

He barely even parts his lids as he answers the call. "...Hello?"

"Wakey wakey, lazy a**. How long are you gonna sleep in?!" It was his girlfriend on the other line, with what appeared like yelling in the background. Sounds just like her other siblings were as active as her at the moment.

Groaning, the teen turns over onto his stomach as he continues to obscure his eyes from the sunlight peeking in through the open windows. "As long as I want." His reply is clear and concise, which prompts the dragon descendant to release a hefty sigh.

"You're so annoying!" She snaps before respiring heavily. "Sorry, I'm just mad because I wanted to invite you over, but since you slept all day, everyone else is awake- Wait a sec!" Zafira must have covered her phone with something considering the noise in the background became more muddled. "Hey. Hey! Shut the f*ck up before I come over there and knock ya' a** out!"

Her interaction with her siblings spurred a teeny smile to form on the teen's lip.

"Sorry 'bout that. My brothers have way too much energy."

"It's okay. I'm sorry we couldn't hang out today, so how about tomorrow? I'll be over early, and we can go out."

Tyrion can practically see the beaming smile on her face. He knows that whenever he offers to do something or comes up with a plan, she really appreciates it.

"Okay! You should get up, though, and do something so you can sleep early tonight." She reminds him, and by this point, your brother has leisurely sat up while rubbing his eyes.

He's sluggish with his movements as he heads over to his private bathroom and turns on the light. "Alright. I'll text you after." He murmurs, staring into his reflection, where his hair is disarrayed and eyes crusty.

The call ends, and he spends the rest of his time brushing his teeth, showering, and changing into a new set of clothes before departing towards the main set of stairs.

All the servants were either performing their jobs or resting as well. It really was just a slothful day.

Making his way into the large kitchen, he hadn't expected to view the side profile of the oldest Qadir brother. Since he's come here, his bangs have grown along with the bottom of his hair.

It's curled more to appear as somewhat of a styled mullet. Tyr seems to be cutting something on a small board, filling the room with a sweet aroma.

Heaving heavy breaths inwards, Tyrion ignored the boy as he made his way to the fridge. Behind him, he can hear the sound of the knife slicing across the cutting board with every contact.

"You should apologize to (Y/n)."

Your brother knits his brows together while his grip on the handle tightens at the sound of the boy's voice. He's starting to get irritated, so he ignores him to continue scavenging for something to eat.

There doesn't appear to be any more speaking, but the sound of him cutting has ceased.

It feels like his skin is burning alive at the sensation of half- vampire's eyes on him. "You should apologize," Tyr repeats, which earns him a scoff from the older boy.

"And you should learn your place. You don't belong here." It came out in one breath, something he's been holding back for a while now.

He cannot help the fury in his heart at the mere thought of the Qadir brothers. His own envy clouds his mind, along with his disdain for the fact that you risked your life to save him.

You were his sister; you shouldn't have even done something so selfless for somebody who shouldn't have mattered to you.

"Oh, I know my place." Those words spurred Tyrion to whip around, his eyes narrowed, and lips pulled into a sneer.

Though, that expression fell when the sight of Tyr right in front of him nearly gave him a fright. His blood-red eyes, which were already round, appeared wider as if he were staring right into the teen's soul.

It was no help at all, considering his expression was oddly impassive, but his gaze held the hostility he felt. No help at all when the knife he had used to slice the fruit was being held tightly in his left hand, down by his side but pointed upwards...

...As if he were going stab Tyrion.

"I know my place very well, right by (Y/n)'s side."

Your brother swallowed thickly. This little sh*t... Whenever the oldest Qadir brother was in your or Ambrose's presence, he acted meek and innocent, like he couldn't even hurt a fly. But right now...this wasn't the look of a little boy but a psychopath ready to lose it.

"All you do is make (Y/n) sad...I'm tired of it." Tyr states as his voice drops and fangs press into his bottom lip. "So apologize before I make you."

Why did Tyrion freeze the way he did? Ha ha, he's six years older than this kid. He's the big one, yet...why did he feel small and incomparable beneath this kid's gaze?

Abruptly, the half-vampire raised the knife upwards by his chest and pressed his pointer finger at the very tip of the blade. "You know, I'm very envious of you, Tyrion. You get to be (Y/n)'s full-blooded brother and the one she has always sacrificed a lot for. Every choice she makes has your well-being and feelings put into consideration...You know...I'd kill for that."

Tyr spun the blade so the light caught the sharp end. His eyes were down at the knife at first before rising to meet Tyrion's. "I'll be nice for now, but if you continue to take big sister for granted...sleep with one eye open." He murmurs.

Before the eldest could retort or even breathe, footsteps echoed from the hallway, and the half-vampire nearly teleported back to his position behind the island. His knife returned to the cutting board as he turned his head to the entrance and smiled innocently.

"Big sister! I cut some fruit for you and your baby!" He calls with his voice in a light and joyful tone with a vibrant grin on his small face.

What a complete turnaround! That two-timing little sh-

"Tyr, how thoughtful!" You call as you and Ursula step into the kitchen.

Flyaways stuck to your foreheads with sweat from being under the sun for so long. The both of you were outfitted casually, in light dresses and sunhats.

Ambrose's mother seemed pleased with the boy's words, holding a thin finger to her chin while nodding her head. "Yes, what a competent little boy. Rose nor Preston ever did such a thing when they were his age." She comments.

Tyrion couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

Your gaze abruptly darted to his green ones, which prompted you to tilt your head to the side. "What are you doing up? I thought you'd be asleep longer." You tease, and he nearly heats up from being put on the spot.

It doesn't help that Tyr is staring at him, smiling all cocky and sh*t.

"W-Well, Zafira called me, and we made plans to hang out tomorrow, so I needed to be able to get up early tomorrow." He got it all out in one breath; he felt lightheaded

The blonde-haired Fae hums as she struts over to the cabinet to pull out a bowl. "Ah, yes. The Ormr descendant. I'm somewhat familiar with her mother, a relatively good girl that had such a green thumb."

You laugh lightly while transferring the knife Tyr was cutting with over to the sink, where you begin washing it. "Should we invite the Ormr family for dinner then? I met their daughter, and she seems fairly like a good girl. She's cute too!" You gush before returning to the young boy's side.

Both Ursula and you continue a conversation, with Tyr holding your free hand.

At that moment, it felt like Tyrion had realized something. When had this distance started? The three of you stand right in front of him, yet he feels like he's miles away, only able to watch from a distance.

It must be mental of him to wish for those times again where it were just the two of you...before the Qadir brothers, before the baby, before Ambrose.

Really, the green-eyed boy had taken you for granted. No, he has been taking you for granted.

"I don't feel good." It mumbles from his lips before his brain can even register what he said.

You peer up, assessing his figure before slowly nodding your head. "Okay, why don't you lay down, and I'll bring you some soup later." You offer.

Ursula and Tyr look over at your face. "You shouldn't push yourself." The Fae states with the half-vampire nodding his head.

It brought a smile to your face as you waved them off while waddling over to your brother. You grasp his shoulders as you meet his eyes. "It's just soup. Now come on, go lay down."

He stands stagnant for a moment before hesitantly nodding his head. Though, before he leaves, he finds he meets the boy's gaze one last time, who doesn't say a word or make a single expression.

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The ceiling of his bedroom appeared so muddled as he cracked his eyes open. He had not a memory of when he fell asleep, but now sunlight no longer pours in through his open curtains but the dim light of the moon.

A crick has formed in his neck from sleeping in one position for so long, and he's sweltering beneath the thick comforter placed above him.

Gingerly he rises into a sitting position to lean against the headboard. His body hurts, and he feels sore all over.

There's a pounding in his head and burning dryness in his eyes; he doesn't even want to grab his phone and look at the screen.

So he sits in silence and looks about his room. On his nightstand, there's an empty bowl with a pitcher of ice water and a cup on a tray. He doesn't even remember eating; he didn't even remember falling asleep!

His throat is so dry. He wants to drink something, but his arms feel as though he forced them passed their limits.

F*ck, he feels like shit.

His eyes water, yet they do nothing to aid the dryness. The teen could only sit there, staring at this huge bedroom where he felt so small.

So minuscule...and so distant.

Cursing under his breath, your brother pushes himself off the bed. Cracks rumble from his back, and his knees almost give out from carrying his full body weight.

Despite the aches, he pushes forward while grasping his blanket to wear like a cape. A migraine is ravaging his head as he attempts to walk down the hall.

Where is he even going? He doesn't know.

But even though his head hurts and his own body is just pleading for him to give up, he pushes forward. He needs to find you; he needs to see you.

He misses his big sister.

A bout of coughs ripped through his chest, and he almost keened over if he weren't leaning against the wall.

Sudden footsteps echo out as they approach. It prompts the teen to gingerly raise his head, blinking rapidly from the movement.

Dread infiltrated his stomach with his already raspy throat tightening.

Tyr Qadir was traversing through the corridor, strolling towards him with his hands clasped behind his back. It seems the ends of his hair were braided and tied in colorful bands that should have been embarrassing, but all it did was build envy in Tyrion's chest.

"Where do you think you're going?" The half-vampire questions once he stalls his movement in front of the older brother.

He attempts to speak, yet the only thing he can squeak out is a wheeze.

Humming, the boy cocked his head to the side. "Are you really going to see big sister when you're like this? You want to bring your sickness to her when she's pregnant?" He clicks his tongue while crossing his arms over his dark sweater. "Can you be even more selfish?"

Tyrion can barely swallow, his bottom lip slightly trembling and his eyes glossing over. The inner corners stung, and he had to do everything to bite down and hold back a sob.

He feels so pathetic.

"I just...want to apologize..." His voice is hoarse and raspy, with the vowels wavering and a wheeze at the end.

Tyr scoffs. "I don't like how you treat (Y/n)." He abruptly clutches onto Tyrion's wrist and rests it on his shoulder. "But big sister cares a lot about you."

Effectively, the small boy is holding up almost all of the green-eyed teen's weight. It's easy to forget that even though the Qadir brother is half human, they come from a strong and ancient vampire bloodline.

It's silent between the two of them as they continue down the hallway. Not one speaks or even acknowledges the other until they arrive at the nursery.

You're only a month away from your due date now and soon will welcome your own child...your own baby.

Inside, you are sitting on a rocking chair as you rub your bulging stomach. Ambrose is slightly by your side, kneeling as he holds a large veiny hand on your knee. You're laughing at something the half-Fae is saying while he raises a small stuffed wolf.

It's no longer just you and him against the world. Your small family has grown exponentially, with Ambrose, the Qadir brothers, and soon this newborn.

He's terrible for wanting it just to be the two of you again. But for his entire life, you were the one who sacrificed everything and more for him.

You deserve to be at peace, finally.

Tyrion hiccuped, gaining both your and Ambrose's attention. Tears are cascading down from his blurry eyes, yet he makes no move to wipe them.

"I'm sorry." He can barely wheeze it out. His vision is fuzzy, and his entire chest is burning alive. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" The teen breaks down into hysterical sobs as he falls to his knees. "I love you so much! Please don't leave me! Please don't abandon me!"

"Tyrion..." You utter his name as if you were in pain. "Tyrion, sweetie, it's okay." Ambrose helps you to your feet as the both of you near him. "I'll never ever leave you. Not ever or again."

Your brother can barely breathe. He's hyperventilating as his face heats up and his throat tightens. "I'm sorry! I'm s-sorry! I-I've been so t-terrible!" His entire face is glossy and wet, shining illustriously in the light. "I can't l-lose you! You're my everything!"

The teen feels so overwhelmed that he could throw up. His crying ripples through his already weak body, snatching away all his strength and air.

You coo softly, kneeling right in front of him, and attempt to touch him, but Tyr places a hand in front of him to block the contact. "He is sick, big sister." The boy states.

Ambrose touches the middle of your shoulder blades, with the scent of his magic suddenly spiking in the air. "It's okay. You can touch him now."

There is no time wasted as you reach forward to comfort the teenager. He's slumped against your chest as you wrap your arms around his head and shoulders, running your nails through his shaggy hair.

"I love you, Tyrion. You're my brother, and you'll always be one of the most important people in my life." His crying finally begins to cease and become hiccups and whimpers. "No one is replacing you or going to abandon you. You're family, my family. So what if it became bigger?" You rub his face clean of tears. "You'll always be my baby brother that I gotta beat some sense into every once in a while."

Gingerly, you raise his head so he can meet your gaze. He can see you smiling, looking at him with so much love and adoration that he cannot help but feel so terrible for all the stress he has caused you.

After a moment, the Chief grasps one of your brother's arms and heaves him to his feet. "Now that it's all resolved, you need to go to bed. Actually, the both of you."

Tyr displays a sheepish grin as he rubs the back of his neck. "I'll take you back, Tyr." You offer while reaching a hand out for him. He nods his head, though before the two of you depart, you pat your sibling's face lightly. "Goodnight, little brother. Get some rest, or you won't be able to see your cute little girlfriend tomorrow~."

He doesn't have the energy to argue back, so he nods his head in silence.

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You sigh in contentment as you swallow down the soothing tea Ambrose's mother left you the day before. Your due date is creeping closer and closer, and so your anxiety is on the rise.

It's nice to have someone who understands your position and knows what you're about to go through. No way would you have ever thought there would be so many people who care about you.

You are glad the things that happened before did because then you would never be in this position with a loving family.

The warm sun beaming in through the windows feels good on your skin, on your face. It makes you almost want to take a nap.

Yeah, a nap sounds really nice right now.

Reclining on the soft sofa, you relax your head on the armrest and gently caress your round tummy. Soon that little baby inside can be physically held in your arms.

A part of you and a part of Ambrose; it feels so sentimental even just thinking about it. There really was a man out there who loved you with all his heart despite your flaws and wanted to give you the world.

You don't know what you did to be blessed with him, but you are so very thankful for it happening.

"Madam. Your phone was ringing from the kitchen."

You open your eyes to view one of the maids approaching and struggle to sit up with your bulging belly. "There's always something when I try to nap."

The staff member laughs lightly as she passes your phone before bowing and departing from the tea room. You don't even look at the caller's I.D. as you answered; your mistake.

"(Y/n), it's your father." You nearly throw up at the sound of his voice. "I need you. I need your help..."

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Bonus:

When The Teaser Get's A Taste Of Their Own Medicine

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Zafira giggles between the kiss as she wraps her arms around the back of Tyrion's neck.

"Don't laugh. I'm pissed off." He snarls while he pushes her harder against one of the columns in the corridor at the academy.

She hums in delight and raises one of her legs to wrap around his hips. "I can't decide whether you're cute or hot when you're jealous."

Your brother huffs, biting her lip until he breaks the skin before pulling away. She's grinning so devilishly, gazing at him with desperate eyes as she licks away the blood with her long, pierced tongue.

"You're going to be the death of me, Zafira." He declares before wiping his mouth on the back of his sleeves. "You already know I'm insecure about losing you."

The dragon descendant merely shrugs her shoulders. "I'm just talking to our classmates; it's you freaking out about it."

He snatches her cheeks and squashes her lips together as he leans down to be in front of her face. "You're not dumb, princess." Her knees could give out at the sound of his voice calling her those little nicknames. "You know when guys are eyeing you up, practically undressing you in their mind."

Zafira whines and grasp his wrist to pull his hands off her face. "You know what will make you feel better, Ty."

Tyrion immediately shakes his head. "No, Zafira. We can't do that."

"You meanie~!" She whines and stomps her feet like a child throwing a tantrum, but it has no effect on your brother.

He merely glimpses down the empty corridors before glancing at his golden watch. "Call me whatever you want, but we are not doing it. It's a permanent thing-"

"It's my decision." She snaps and crosses her arms beneath her chest. "I already chose you; I already declared you as my mate, so why not just make it official!"

Your brother stares at her as if she said the dumbest thing possible. "Are we not official now!? Does everything we've been doing not matter unless we complete the bond!?"

Zafira's eyes are glazing over with tears. "We are, but that's not what I'm getting at. I want to do it with you even if it means that one day you will leave me. If that happens, it's my fault, but right now, it's just us. Why is this coming from the guy with abandonment issues!?"

Tyrion shakes his head like to signify that he is done with the conversation. He backs away and begins treating down the hallway.

"Wait, don't just walk away from me!" Her voice bellows through the empty corridor, but your brother waves her goodbye. "Tyrion, ugh!"

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Zafira's nails dance across her desk as she stares (more like glares) at the back of Tyrion's head. He's a few seats in front of hers and a row over.

His expression is barely visible, and his eyes are focused on the professors at the front. Notes are opened on his table, and his hand twiddles a black pen between his thin nimble fingers.

She can't focus on the lesson at all.

The teacher's voice is mumbled like he's speaking underwater, and the beating of her ragged heart is the dominant nose in her ears.

It's been half a day since they argued, and they haven't really spoken to each other. He's not even avoiding her, but he's undoubtedly become quieter.

Finally, the instructor ceased his rambling, and the fifteen-minute free time began. The dragon descendant wanted to get up and make her way to her boyfriend; however, she froze at the sight of another classmate nearing him.

It was an elven girl from one of the Alreda households. Her chest-length silver hair was pulled into a high ponytail, and pointed ears were decorated in jewelry; one of her piercings dangled her family's pin of a silver staff with blue diamonds decorating the stem.

Peering down at Tyrion's notes, her sapphire eyes danced across the papers before training her attention to the Rigel teen's face.

"Hi, I'm sorry, but I haven't been paying attention. Did you get all the notes from section eight?" She asks, and her voice sounds so f*cking high that it's sickening.

Zafira's grip on her desk tightened, and cracks formed.

Your brother glances at his notebooks before nodding his head and opening one of them. "Yeah, here. It's a bit of a mix with section nine, but it's easy to discern which ones which." He utters in that dreary tone he usually uses with people he didn't give a f*ck about.

Hearing this, the white-haired girl nodded her head as if she were proud of him.

The elf smiled to show her perfectly shaped white teeth and took the notes, her thin fingers grazing against his, which provoked your brothers' girlfriend to suck in a breath.

"Thank you very much. You're honestly a lifesaver. If I keep failing this class, my sister will have my head-"

It was obvious that this sentence caught the green-eyed teens' attention. His shoulders perked up, and he leaned forward. "Your sister?"

Zafira raised a brow.

Giggling, the elf nodded while holding the notebook close to her chest. "Yeup. My parents passed in one of the stupid wars between the other elves when I was a baby, so it's been my older sister raising me."

'Oh, no, no.' This girl was using her sob story of being raised by her older sister to get Tyrion interested in her because he could understand and sympathize.

"You know, if you're struggling with this subject, I could help you. I know what it's like to have an older sister breathing down your back."

By this point, her blood was boiling. Was he doing this on purpose!? Tyrion's not nice to people, so why is he suddenly offering his help to some sl*tty elf girl?!

Tyrion wasn't even this nice to her until months into their 'friendship.' If she knew this was how she could have gotten his attention, she would have made up a sob story about an older sibling months ago!

That f*cking sl*tty elf! She knew what she was doing!

By this point, the bell rang, and students flooded out without another thought. She raised her hand to wipe her nose, but a piece of her desk was stuck in her hand from ripping it off.

"Hey."

She flung her gaze up to see Tyrion in front of her as he held onto the strap of his bag. His expression is the usual impassive and emotionless face he always has, but there's slight inquisitiveness in his clover green eyes.

"I'll be in the library tutoring someone. Just send me a text before school ends, and I'll pick you up." He mumbles, and before Zafira can even respond, Tyrion is already walking away to where that elven girl is waiting for him.

She beamed brightly as he neared and began talking once they exited the room.

The golden-eyed descendant felt sick to her stomach. If it weren't against the academy rules, she'd bolt right out of her seat and kick her a**.

For a minute, she had a moment of clarity. Is this how sickly jealous Tyrion gets when other's get too close to her?

Swallowing thickly, Zafira found herself marching to the library like a woman on a mission. Making sure to stay out of her boyfriend's line of sight, the teen hid behind some of the thick bookshelves and spied on her partner.

Notes and textbooks were open on the desk, and Tyrion appeared to be speaking about something seriously.

His shaggy dark hair framed his head shape so nicely, and his green eyes contrasted pleasantly against his (s/c) face.

She found herself growing warm at the sight. Ever since she first laid eyes on him, she began to simp for him like it were no one's business.

His cold attitude, his disinterest in other people, his fit body, and his tall height. She could go on if her thoughts weren't interrupted by an overly forced laugh from the Elven student.

"Sorry, I was just thinking about how you remind me of my sister." Aerin mused as she leaned her head in the palm of her hand.

Zafira's fingers grasped onto the wooden bookshelves and squeezed to the point where the wood splintered.

"I see. We're getting off-topic here." Your brother stated as he reached over to grab another textbook.

The elf laughed awkwardly before clearing her throat.

It felt like a win to the dragon descendant, but it didn't last long, with the silver-haired teen scooting closer to Tyrion. "I don't have my glasses with me. Can you bring it closer?" She asked while folding a strand of hair behind her head.

He nods, either way too oblivious or playing along, and scoots closer to her. The teen didn't know that his girlfriend wasn't here, so he's obviously not putting on a show.

'IS HE JUST THIS DENSE!?'

Aerin's dark uniform had a few buttons undone at the top to showcase her massive cleavage that not only had Zafira hating in envy but also wishing hers was that big.

Did Tyrion like big breasts? Well, she liked his.

As she continued to watch this scene, her heart was getting closer and closer to exploding. But when the elf's hand touched his bicep and slid down to his elbow, Zafira saw red.

Bolting forward, the Ormr descendant snatched Tyrion's face and connected her lips with his. He was frozen for a moment, his eyes wide, but as the girl pushed her tongue down his throat, he succumbed to her wants.

Golden eyes met sapphire, and the clear fury on Aerin's face was the best thing Zafira had seen all day.

Pulling away, she kept her hands on your brother's face while displaying a sickly sweet smile to the other classmate. "Sorry, elfy, but my boyfriend and I got somewhere to be."

The silver-haired teen attempted to speak and stuttered over her words, but the descendant was already pulling the human away.

"Zafira-"

She tightened her grip on his wrist that she had grasped before flinging him into one of the benches in the garden.

"Are you dense or stupid or both!" She snarled, her fangs glinting in the sunlight and her fist shaking.

Tyrion raised a thick brow while tilting his head. "Princess, what are you talkin' about?" He asked, clearly sounding like he had no understanding.

Tugging on her white pigtails, she stomped her feet like throwing a tantrum. "What!? You can't notice when girls are flirting with you!? Or can you not get it through your thick skull that it's not right for a girl to touch someone else's man!"

Once again, his brain was whirring, and his body froze as he thought to himself before suddenly smirking. It was a sh*t-eating grin that provoked his girlfriend to blush brightly on her tan cheeks.

"Oh, I get it now. Is my princess jealous?" He teased and reached to touch her face, but she slapped it away.

"I'm not jealous! I'm possessive because you are mine!" She stepped closer to snatch his collar and yank him down to her height. "My boyfriend! My partner! My mate!"

That grin had yet to fall from your brother's lips as he reached for their hips and pulled her body closer to his. "You know, you're kind of hot when you're jealous."

She screamed and stomped her feet. "You motherf*cker! I'm going to hurt you! This-You did all that on purpose, didn't you!"

Tyrion scrunched his nose and scowled. "Come on, I'm better than that, and you know it. I don't want anyone else other than you." He stated in a calmer voice than his counterpart.

Zafira pursed her lips with her molten golden eyes glossing over. Her feelings are so strong and overwhelming, and as much as she can blame it on the mate bond, it's truly just her own insecurities.

In her eyes, in her heart, the teen in front of her was her literal soul partner. His attention was everything, and his touch drove her wild. Never before had she felt so alive when he kissed her or so important when he referred to her as his girlfriend when introducing her to other people.

Because of his abandonment issues, he fears losing her. But the descendant was not perfect either and felt like she would never be good enough for him.

"I'm scared that you'll find someone better than me." She whispers, finally cooling her boiling blood. "Everyone wants to be friends with you, to get to know you. I fear that you'll meet someone that gives you exactly what you want."

Swallowing thickly, your sibling pulled his girlfriend to one of the benches and sat down to settle her on his lap. He holds her close by her small waist while grasping her chin so she faces him. "Princess, that's never going to happen. I opened up to you. I told you my life story that I find so embarrassing. I introduced you to my guardians because their opinions are so important to me. I don't do that with just anyone, and I most definitely do not care about others' feelings like I do with you."

Clover green met molten gold as the teen girl reached to hold his prominent jaw. "I know. I know that I'm different, but it's hard for my kind. We love our mates so hard, and you walking around without my scent makes it so hard even to breathe." She expressed.

Tyrion's expression looks as though he's fighting back and forth with himself. His thoughts are conflicted, and he can't manage to get the words off the tips of his tongue.

"Princess, I can't do that. I can't hurt you like that if anything ever happens and we have to separate. You'll be bounded to me for life. And If I die, you can die as well-"

"Please." Zafira pleads and wraps her arms around his neck. "I'm willing to take that chance. You're the only one I'm ever going to want."

"Zafira, no. We are still just sixteen, and this is a rash decision-" The dragon descendant ceased his speech by connecting their lips together and pushing her chest against his so their hearts could practically connect.

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Tyrion stared up at Zafira's ceiling, her LED lights pulsing between a multitude of colors. He laid bare beneath her pretty pink comforter as his girlfriend snuggled up against his side.

A grin was plastered on her lips that had yet to fall while humming to herself. In her hyper-feminine bedroom, your brother finally came to a realization hours later.

"Did you just manipulate me to get what you wanted?" He abruptly questioned the descendant.

She peered up leisurely, her grin widening and white hair pooling around her smaller figure. "Yes. Yes, I did. Now give me a kiss, mate."

The green-eyed teen laughed to himself before grasping the back of his partner's head and yanking her closer to him. "I get now why Ambrose practically kisses the ground my sister walks on."

"Oh, are you going to do the same to me~?" She mused, only to be silenced by a hand grasping her cheeks.

The human bit his bottom lip and tightened his hold. "You f*cking wish."

"But my prince, I always get what I want."

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At this point, it just became a Tyrion and Zafira love story, but I support it.

Essentially, I just ended up writing a book. Every single one-shot on here could be its own book.

I did kind of leave off with Y/n on a cliffhanger for a pt.4, and I might get to it one day, but I'm trying to update my other books and work on other monsters.

Tell me if you guys liked it even though it was all over the place, lol.

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

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

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