"I was adored without asking for it. He was feared without trying. Everyone saw the darkness in Mattheo Riddle - except me. Everyone saw the light in me - except him." Mattheo Riddle x Own Character 🔮 Content Advisory This story contains mature themes and situations that may not be suitable for all readers, including: depictions of war and its aftermath, grief and emotional trauma, themes of family legacy and abandonment, unplanned pregnancy, childbirth, explicit sexual content, strong language, and occasional use of alcohol. Reader discretion is advised.

Mother, let me tell you a secret Your flowers always died in my hands And I hated being the goddess of spring Something you could never understand And I know how you see me Your broken, corrupted child of light But mother, I wanted pomegranates and death I craved the cruel shadows of the night Mother, the god of the dead loves me He bows before me on his knees He offers me a crown of thorns And calls me his queen And maybe you did love me, mother But he loves me, darkness and all He knew that I was meant for more Than being your silly, fragile doll ---------- "Aren't you afraid of my darkness, cara mia?" Hades asked with mischief in his eyes. "No, mon cher." Persephone replied, "You haven't seen mine yet." OC x OC!Addams Wednesday @madebyrach , 2023