"Don't tell me you honestly thought I'd let you go unaccounted for this, because if you did, then I'm afraid you're even more foolish than I presumed." Pan easily belittled her with his words, his tone harshly mocking, and his gaze so intense and furious - it would have burnt Metanoia alive right in the spot if he allowed it.
However, Metanoia stood her ground, stepping forward and diminishing the space between them as she stared up at him defiantly. Her vicious glare on him hardened and her lips curled in a blinding rage the longer she stared at him.
"Oh, I didn't. I'm well aware of what you're capable of by now - I just simply don't give a damn anymore." She replied, her tone eerily calm despite her livid feelings, and Pan smirked down at her in amusement, entertaining the conversation further by willing to prod for an elaboration.
"And why is that, my dear Metanoia?"
Something flashed in her blue eyes, but it was gone as soon as it came. Nonetheless, Peter noticed it easily, and realisation flickered within him.
"Because I've got nothing left to lose." She responded simply, her voice laced with a hint of heartbreak, but the ruthless rage was a perfect tone to conceal it. Still, Pan noticed it.
Metanoia took a step backwards and threw her arms wide open in the air as she laughed humourlessly. "And that is why I am now a threat to you, Peter Pan. Because thanks to you, I no longer have a shred of humanity left within me, making it that much easier for me to end you once and for all."
{Peter Pan OUAT Fanfiction}
[mature content and extreme slow burn]
• lucidreamshade
- #1 in the category "fantasyadventure".
- #2 in the category "robbiekay".
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When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love?
Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli.
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"Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound."
"No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look.
"Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help."
"No."
I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please."
Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him.
"No-"
"Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!"
"Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..."
I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined.
"Fuck it."
He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine.
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WARNING!
Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.