#My OC Nathan

[obsessivevoidkitten]

The Landlord’s Property

Male Alpha Landlord x Female Omega Reader (CW: Non-con, overstimulation, oral sex, vaginal sex, female reader, crying, reader tied up, a/b/o dynamics, fingering, praise, general yandere behavior, scenting, musk, pheromones, chloroformed reader, panty stealing, biting, claiming) Word Count: 7.2k (This may be the longest fic I have ever written, certainly up there, I hope everyone enjoys it, it was a commission from @dusty-void) 

You stared blankly at the computer screen, your face illuminated by the harsh white glow of your writing program, completely empty, in front of you. Though you had been trying for hours you could simply not will your brain into action and get any words typed out, now that it was past 3am in the morning you let out a defeated sigh as it had become painfully clear that simply no work was going to get done tonight. You were a freelance writer. You worked from home completing various assignments from content mills, websites, and even dabbled in short stories. The pay was not particularly glamorous, but you had managed to find a very cheap duplex to rent, and it helped that your landlord was very lenient and did not seem to mind that your rent payments were frequently just a bit late. Though you were still always worried about what would happen if he suddenly decided he had had enough. You turned off your computer and settled into your unkempt nest, hoping in vain that you could put your worries aside and be able to sleep peacefully for once. When you woke up from your fitful sleep you realized that you had actually managed to wake up later than you had intended. Feeling almost as if you had not slept at all you forced yourself up from bed and threw on some low effort clothing, you were just going to be alone and in the house all day so you figured it did not really matter what you wore. After getting dressed you trudged your way into the kitchen, starting your late morning off right with your breakfast of choice, pop-tarts. You quickly ate your sugar packed meal before making some coffee and dragging yourself to your work desk and booting up your computer. Your penchant for quick, convenient, sugary meals was probably what had lead you to be as chubby as you were, but you pushed that uncomfortable thought aside for now. You heard your fire alarm go off in its unmistakable shrill tone, once again letting you know that its battery was low as it had been periodically for the past two days. You made another mental note to order some batteries or something and get it fixed. Before getting to work you text your several online friends, you did not go out too much, but you very successfully maintained many good online friendships. After a sending a few hellos and making a plan or two to play a game sometime later this week with some buddies you opened up your writing programs and after a few minute of once again staring blankly at the blinking cursor your brain finally whirred into action and you actually started to make some solid progress. Just when you started to really hit your stride your doorbell rang. The first time you ignored it but after a couple rings you grumbled and figured you would just have to answer it. You grumbled and got up, just knowing this would throw off the roll you were on. You answered the door and saw your alpha landlord Nathan smiling and looking down at you. You were immediately worried you had done something wrong but before you could say a word he spoke. “Heya, I just happened to hear your fire alarm beeping since the wall it is on is adjacent to mine, and I figured maybe you needed some batteries and help reaching it, since omegas tend to be a bit short.” There was nothing angry or even annoyed in his tone, there never really seemed to be, he was his normal amicable self just genuinely offering to help. His green eyes bright and a friendly smile on his face. Even his vibrant orange hair seemed happy. You felt bad though because you were sure you must have annoyed him with how inconsiderate you had been, you had not even thought of him being able to hear the alarm. He was probably just concealing his displeasure. “O-oh, um, thanks that’s too kind of you, I am so sorry for not getting to it sooner,” you stammered while averting your gaze. “Hey, it’s no problem at all.” He went into your kitchen and noticed all the boxes of junk food as well as the wrappers that were in the garbage can which was close to where he had to stand to change the batteries. It was not that he was trying to be nosy or judgmental, but it made him a bit sad that you had no one taking care of you properly. You were a cute omega and probably couldn’t afford good food or did not have the time to prepare it with how busy you were with writing. And you must have been very busy, he could tell by the dark eyes and by the scent of your stressed out pheromones that you probably were not getting an adequate amount of sleep. It tugged at his heart, you were trying so hard, you clearly put yourself through a lot and had trouble with sleeping, eating habits, and getting the rent in on time. It was becoming more and more clear to him that what you really needed was an alpha helping you out and maybe being your mate and taking better care of you than you were capable of taking care of yourself. “Okay, all done, but if you need anything else please don’t hesitate to ask me okay?” He left your home and went back to his, telling himself that he would do a lot more to check up on you in case you were too scared or nervous to ask for help. You heard his words and mumbled out an affirmation that you would definitely ask if you needed something, but you knew that wasn’t true, you tended to just ignore most little problems and inconveniences until they either went away completely by themselves or until they could no longer be ignored. There were light bulbs that needed changing, your AC unit needed to be looked at, and you could probably be a bit tidier, for example. All things you needed to do yourself but were just too depressed and anxious to actually do. You were lucky Nathan did all the outside work, diligently cleaning the gutters, power washing the building, raking the leaves, and mowing the lawn even on your side of the building. And he was always in a nice tank top showing off his powerful body, but that surely wasn’t for your benefit, you thought. He was an alpha after all, and they always enjoyed exposing their muscles whenever given the chance. Of course he really was doing it to attract your gaze, though it never seemed to work. No matter how many times he made advances or hinted that he wanted to be friends you seemed to be completely uninterested. You didn’t check him out when he was doing physical outdoor labor, you did not pay attention when he was working in your unit, and you did not even seem to notice his scent, which was always powerful after working up a sweat for you. He even often worked out before coming over just to make his pheromones really strong. His mind could not entertain the thought that you might be uninterested though, not after all he did for you. You probably just needed more attention to feel comfortable with him, you were probably just too shy and insecure and needed a bit more positive attention and encouragement, so he decided that he would continue to help you as often as possible in the belief that you would eventually come around. Weeks passed since he fixed your alarm, and he was beginning to think that you would never approach him. Nathan was yearning for any excuse to go in your home again, where the air smelled so full of your scent and where he could hear that lovely voice of yours, but there was never a reason to go over there of his own initiative and you never approached him. The increasingly desperate alpha decided he would have to make his own opportunities for you to come to him. He knew when you would go on one of your infrequent walks to the corner store. They were like clockwork, you always went on the same days of the month. You normally were gone at least thirty minutes when you left and that gave him more than enough time to sabotage your home. He knew it was wrong to do it, but if there was no other way to get you to approach him then he had to. Nathan was sure that you liked him, you were just too shy and unsure of yourself to let him know you were noticing his advances, and this would also be another good way to show how handy and helpful he would be as your mate. To show he could take care of you. Nathan made sure to scrub himself clean of any scent that could potentially be left as evidence of his actions, then, as soon as you were gone and were out of sight down the road he went to your side of the duplex and rushed to your breaker panel. He flipped a breaker switch and replaced one of your fuses with a blown one, thus shutting off electricity to a large portion of the building. The alpha seriously doubted that you would know what to do to fix the problem and even if you did you probably did not have any fuses laying around. You did not exactly give off a prepared and organized vibe. As he started to leave a curious smell hit his nostrils, beckoning him into your room. He was powerless to resist seeking out the source of that heavenly aroma, that aroma that smelled so purely of you. He followed the scent to your bedroom and slowly opened the door, he knew such an invasion was even worse than what he had already done, but the smell was demanding that he follow his instincts and find the source. Immediately upon stepping into your room a wave of dizzying pheromones and the scent of slick nearly made him stumble backwards. There, in your laundry pile, he found what was emanating the smell that was causing his pants to grow tight. A pair of slick soaked panties lay on top of your laundry hamper, as if waiting for him. He never could have imagined when he entered your home that your heat had just ended and such a treasure would be left for him to enjoy. He pulled them to his nose and inhaled the scent deeply. He blushed when he thought about the fact that his nose was touching fabric that has caressed your pussy. So sweet and a bit musky, an omega’s most delicious scent reserved only for mates. He had to stop himself from masturbating right then and there, because you certainly would have smelled him had he done so. He decided that it would be okay for him to take a pair because you had several similarly colored and messy ones in your hamper and it would be unlikely that you noticed just one missing. Your landlord quickly left the room and closed the door behind him before retreating back to his home. He put your panties under his pillow and thoroughly washed his face off. His trophy would have to be enjoyed later, when you got back you would soon discover the sabotaged electricity and come to him for help. When you got back from your trip to the store, bags of junk food that passed as groceries in your mind in your hands, you did not notice anything amiss. You were completely unaware that anyone had been there. When you went to turn on the kitchen light you realized that it did not work at all. You needed to change the light bulb, that was the obvious thought that entered your mind, but when you opened your fridge to put your food in it you realized the light inside of it was also not working. That was really odd, your power couldn’t be out, the light in the living room came right on when you stepped in your home. You checked some other appliances and it seemed that all electricity in your kitchen was just… not working. Anxiety welled up within you, you did not know the first thing about fixing this type of issue but you dreaded asking Nathan, you knew he was sweet and would probably be happy to take a look at the issue but you really hated to be an inconvenience and in general you just preferred to be independent. You swallowed your anxiety and made your way outside slowly as if each foot was made by lead. You stared at his door, breathed deeply, and rang the doorbell. Nathan answered fairly quickly, opening the door and greeting you with that jovial smile of his. “Hey, how are you? Anything I can help you with?” “Um, yeah, it seems that my electricity is out in my kitchen, I, uh, wouldn’t normally bug you with it, but I don’t want my food to go bad…,” you explained while looking down awkwardly, unable to meet his gaze. “Oh, sure, I can take a look at it no problem, honestly it sounds like maybe a blown fuse. I have some spare ones, let me go grab them just in case.” He went back to his house before returning with something in his hand. You both went into your unit and he walked into the kitchen and checked all of your appliances to verify they really weren’t working before going over to the panel in the wall and pulling out what you guessed was a fuse and replacing it before flipping a switch. Suddenly, much to your relief, all the appliances whirred to life. “Thanks so much! I am sorry I did not know it was something so simple…” “Hey it’s no pr-,” Nathan began to respond, but stopped when he turned around and noticed that you had already retreated back to your computer, typing away diligently. Nathan was beginning to get a bit frustrated, not at you but just at the situation and with myself. He just did not know what he had to do to get your eyes on him, you seemed absolutely immune to flirting and showing off… It was time for the direct approach. Maybe things really just flew over your head or you were afraid to give him any attention for some reason, maybe you had been hurt in a previous relationship, or maybe you just needed someone to show you that you were worth the affection. But whatever it was he decided he would have to use the direct approach, though he would have preferred to have been getting you to notice him a bit more before he did so there was simply no other option left. Tomorrow he would simply ask you out directly. He was a big strong alpha that took care of you, surely you would not say no. He finally left so you could breathe a sigh of relief, you really did not like having others over. You were grateful and all but under Nathan’s smile you were positively convinced that he was judging you, you always caught him staring at you and it made you more than a bit nervous. With him gone you finished up what you had started on, ate one of your dietary staples, a pack of ramen noodles, and washed up before staying up too late and eventually passing out in your bed while watching YouTube videos. Nathan knows that you do not get up early like he does, so he spends all day getting ready. He put together a thoughtfully crafted courting package. Sweet treats that omegas tended to be fond of and some particularly fragrant flowers all wrapped up in one of his slightly worn shirts so that you had a token that smelled of him. He even made sure it was your favorite color, which he guessed based on the décor in your home. He was pretty sure of himself, so he lacked any nervousness when he approached your door and rung the bell. When you heard it you grumbled, as usual you did not want to be disturbed, especially when you had actually managed to start working. You had not even really bothered to get dressed yet, you had been so busy between catching up on sleep and actually being productive with your writing that you had completely forgotten to change out of the clothes from yesterday and now that you had someone at the door you were now painfully aware that your hair was a bit of a mess as well. You straightened your hair the best you could with your fingers and checked to see who was at the door before answering. When you saw that it was Nathan you felt a sharp panic. Had you forgotten to pay rent? Had you done something wrong? Was he finally tired of dealing with you and had decided you needed to leave. Taking a deep breath you opened the door and greeted him. “Oh, uh, hi Nathan, what’s wrong?” “Nothing’s wrong, I just wanted to ask if you would let me court you? You’re such a cute omega and I really think we are compatible. Don’t you think we would make a good match?” He tried to hand you a courting package wrapped up in one of his scented shirts but you did not take it. “Oh, um, I am really sorry about this, but I am not uh… really looking for a relationship right now. I am just trying to focus on myself and my writing… sorry.” Nathan regarded you blankly for a few moments that dragged on and felt like an awkward eternity before he finally acknowledged your words and responded a bit frantically, “If you’re worried about taking care of yourself you wouldn’t need to! I could take care of all your needs!” “That’s the thing, I really just want to make it on my own and take care of myself completely before I have a mate. I am so sorry I hope you understand…” He nodded solemnly and you nervously closed the door. You hoped he didn’t hate you now, he was a nice guy but you had been completely honest with him. Of course Nathan did not hate you now, in fact it may have been better if he had. Instead he was more determined than ever to make you his. His mind just would not accept in any way, shape, form, or fashion that you were uninterested in him. Instead he was in denial, thinking and reaching for any plausible explanation as to why you would want him but say no to his courtship. The delusional alpha finally reached the most reasonable conclusion, you just did not think you were good enough to date him. It was rather obvious when he thought over all the evidence. You lived like someone who had at least partially given up on themselves. You hastily ate whatever was the lowest effort junk food available, your sleep habits were awful, you never left your home and as he was not aware of your online social life he thought you were utterly friendless. It all added up perfectly in his mind, you thought you were bad and needed to be elevated and you desperately needed someone to care for you, even if you couldn’t bring yourself to admit it. And, as your self-appointed alpha, it was up to him to make sure your needs were met. He sat down and calmly thought of a plan, the fact that you lived not only in an a home connected to his and owned by him made everything much easier for him. The next time you went on one of your little store trips he would once again put a nefarious plan into motion. Your soon to be lover collected all the necessary materials to have a romantic evening with you, his chubby little omega. He had prepared a meal of lasagna, garlic bread, and a side salad with a fancy bottle of wine. As well as some crucial extras such as rope and chloroform. As soon as you were gone he waltzed right on in and set up a lovely candle lit dinner for you and him to enjoy, you would get to see another way that he could take care of you, making you tasty and nutritious proper meals. When you opened the door to your home you were greeted by the scent of Italian herbs, cheese, the hearty aroma of meat in tomato sauce, fresh cut veggies, and garlic. You were confused, sometimes you could detect the smell of food from Nathan cooking next door, but never this intensely. You took a few steps inside when suddenly someone strong gripped you from behind and put a rag over your face. You thrashed and kicked in a panicked frenzy as a sickeningly sweet smell flooded your nostrils. Your kicks quickly grew feeble before everything went black. When you came to you were seated at your kitchen table, your head fuzzy and rope tightly bound your legs and torso. Your hands were free enough to be able to eat, but they would be useless in breaking your binds. In front of you there was a dinner with presentation that would not be out of place at a five star restaurant. A floral centerpiece, candle light, pasta, salad, and garlic bread. And across the table, staring intensely at you with a smile going from ear to ear, was Nathan. You could smell the excitement radiating off of him, this was a crazed alpha with their mate. “N-Nathan? What’s… going on?” Your fuzzy brain struggled to make sense of what was happening but was rapidly catching on as the drugging continued to fade. “Oh good darling, I am so glad you are awake from your nap! Why don’t you dig in? I worked really hard on a nice homemade dinner for you~” He said everything so casually and sweetly. As if a man talking to his wife and not a man talking to a woman he had forcefully knocked out and restrained. You stared at him silently, your mind struggling to come to grips with what was happening to you. Nathan had always been so nice to you, how could he be capable of something like this? “Go ahead and eat pumpkin, no need to be shy, I know how much you needed a good home cooked meal!” “Wh-what the hell is wrong with you?” You asked angrily as you glared at him, probably the most direct eye contact you had ever made with him. “What do you mean? You don’t like pumpkin as a pet name? We can try others and see what f-” “N-no! What? I don’t mean the name, I mean the fact that you knocked me out and tied me up!!” You were seething now, your rage even affecting your scent and making it more acrid. “Oh, don’t worry about that my darling mate~ I just had to make sure that you wouldn’t try to run out of our date! I know you said you didn’t want to be my mate mate but I know you were just being silly, you are just too shy to admit that you want a mate and you don’t think that you are good enough, but no worries! I will prove to you that you are.” You didn’t know what to say. He was completely unstable. “Please eat baby doll, you really need to,” he pleaded as if you were a petulant child refusing a meal, as if this was an everyday inconvenience and not the result of him assaulting you and tying you up. But eating was the farthest thing on your mind and you did not want to give him the satisfaction of giving in to his demands, and you were not entirely sure he didn’t drug the food with something even more potent. Instead you threw yourself in a rather comical attempt to escape. The way you were tied with your arms partially free and your legs firmly bound made you have to resort to wiggling on the floor like some kind of worm. Nathan got up from his seat, hoisted you up, and sat back down with you in his lap. “I know you are shy and maybe even a bit too prideful, but I promise you will feel better with some food in your belly.” As he said this he rubbed your chubby belly and kissed your cheek lightly before holding a fork full of lasagna up to your face. You knew you were going to start crying before you even felt the first hot tear streak down your cheek, you were powerless and scared of what he could do to you so you reluctantly opened your mouth, allowing him to slide the fork in. What at any other time would have been a flavorful dinner with tangy and savory flavors dancing on your tongue turned now only to cotton, as you struggled past your emotional trauma as you ate each bite that he gave you. As you ate he filled your ear with whispered praises, telling you how you were such a good girl, and you just had a bit more to go, and how he was so happy you were eating properly for him. You ate roughly half of everything that he had put on your plate and once you had he rubbed your back soothingly. “Such a good girl for me. I am so happy. My good little omega~” Don’t worry, you will get used to our life together eventually. You wanted to throw up. But you fought the urge, who knows what he would do if you got sick. Force feed you more? Make you take medicine and baby you? It wasn’t worth the risk. He left you on the chair as he cleaned up after dinner, you shooting him daggers with your eyes the entire time that he was doing so, but he just blissfully hummed to himself the entire time seemingly unaware of your glares. For Nathan everything was finally coming together, he had successfully taken the first crucial steps in getting his mate to accept him. When the kitchen was all clean he took you, still tied up, to the living room and put you on the couch. You didn’t have a tv since you never bothered with anything other than your PC or tablet so he turned his laptop to Netflix and placed it on the coffee table in front of the both of you and turned on your favorite show. Once again your stomach turned a bit, how did he know the things that you liked to watch? Had he really paid such a creepy amount of attention to what you were doing during one of the many times he had been over to fix something? Just how long had he been so obsessed with you, and why? Nathan finally removed your bindings after pulling you close, perhaps realizing that they were more than a bit overkill since you were right up beside him with his arm around you. There was no way you could even attempt to escape without him immediately stopping you. And you certainly weren’t going to make the attempt now, he had knocked you out, tied you up, force fed you, and was living in his own little delusion that you would easily accept him as a partner when you did not even really want a partner even in the best of circumstances. Who knew what he might do to you if you shattered those delusions by escaping. You’d have to lull him into a false sense of security and trust before you attempted to do anything. For now you allowed him to stroke your hair as he watched a show with you, though you were very rigid, scared, and not paying any attention at all to the screen, but if he noticed he did not make a fuss about it, maybe it was enough just to be obedient for the moment. And it was, Nathan knew it would take you a bit of time to adjust. There were always adjustments both parties had to make when starting a new relationship. You had to get used to being around him all the time and used to having someone praise you, build you up, and make sure you were being taken care of. He would have to adjust his time and schedule to give you all the time and attention that you needed and he would have to be really patient with you. It was just part of a new relationship. Nothing to worry about. You continued sitting on the couch for him for what seemed like an eternity. He occasionally planted a gentle kiss on your cheek or on your cheek. You flinched a bit each time that he did, but finally he turned the laptop off. While you were more than a bit relieved you had to fear what would happen next. And your fear only increased as he led you to your bedroom. Apparently he did quite a bit more than just bring dinner over and lay in wait for you. He had reorganized your next, not only tidying it up but also adding several new items that he had personally scented. His musk hung thickly all about the room. He had likely placed scented objects all around the room. You scrunched your face as the smell became increasingly gross to you. This was the ultimate invasion to any omega. A non-consensual intrusion into an omega’s nest was pretty revolting and anxiety inducing. A nest was supposed to be a place where an unmated omega had supreme authority in constructing it in a way to make them feel comfortable, safe, and comfortable. This alpha forcing his scent in not only your den but also your nest made you more nauseous than when you were being forced to eat. As he guided you to your nest you begin to truly panic, thinking you were surely about to be raped. You started to try and turn for the door, but he caught you and held you close while rubbing your back. “Shhh, don’t worry babe, we aren’t going to do anything other than sleep okay? You need to fix your sleep schedule, I am your alpha and have to make sure that you rest enough and you have had a long day. Shhh, just relax,” he whispered in a hush tone before licking your neck in the way an alpha or beta does to relax an omega. Though you were opposed to the licking, and you certainly did not want to be in your tainted nest, you did calm down a bit with his assurances that he wasn’t going to forcefully breed you. You let him lead him into your defiled bedding and lay there. He whispered praises of you being his good girl as he slid in behind you and put his arm around you, pulling you close. You felt the heat of tears as they welled up in your eyes and cried silently until you finally fell into a fitful sleep. You woke up from your light sleep to the smell of breakfast cooking and the sound of meat sizzling from the kitchen. You felt as if you had hardly slept at all and your head was pounding, likely from dehydration from all the crying you did last night. You briefly considered trying to sneak out the front door while he was busy in the kitchen, but the rooms were close and at this time in the early morning there would be absolutely no one outside. He would hear you leave and then snatch you back up immediately. And who knew what the consequences would be. Instead you forced yourself into the kitchen and did your best to act like everything was fine. “Good morning sunshine~ I hope you slept well. Breakfast is almost done, sausage and homemade pancakes. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day so I can’t let you go without it,” once again he was saying all of this so casually, as if you could just so easily accept him as your provider and caretaker. “Th-thanks,” you mumbled while trying to sound at least a little sincere. Nathan thought you were, his heart fluttered thinking you were finally starting to accept him. Which is exactly what you wanted. Nathan wasn’t the only one who could think of a plan. Once he completely let his guard down and left you alone for an extended period of time you would get the hell out of here and go to the police. He had taken away all of your electronics so you had no way to signal for help, so you would have to run. So for the next few weeks you let Nathan think you were warming up to him. You ate his food, let him pull you close, you engaged him in conversations, always acting as sweet as can be, and eventually started leaning on him and holding on to him in bed. It worked like a charm, he started leaving you unattended for a few minutes at a time and that time slowly grew bit by bit until one night he said he had to run out to the store to get some supplies he had forgotten to get earlier that he needed to fix a minor leak in the roof the next day. You told him okay and made a big show of being sleepy and snuggling up in your nest with the big plushy he had gotten and scent marked for you so you could always have his scent by you. When he left the home you stared out the window and waited for his car to move out of sight. When it had you sprang up, quickly put some appropriate clothing and shoes on, and ran out the door. Smacking right into Nathan’s broad chest. He must have parked the car down the street then sprinted here while you were throwing your clothes and shoes on. He was a bit out of breath. It had all been a clever trap to test you. “Nathan… I was… just getting some fresh air. I-i didn’t feel well.” You started to back away but he grabbed your wrist a bit painfully and pulled you back to him. “Don’t give me that. I know you were trying to get away from me. It’s my fault, I gave you a bit too much freedom too quickly. And I should have realized how badly I needed to mark and mate with you to keep you happier. I know you won’t admit that you want it yet, but it is clear you are crying out for it.” “Nathan no. N-no please don’t,” you pleaded desperately, each word out of your mouth dripping with terror. Your self elected alpha ignored all of your objections and struggles as he picked you up and started carrying you to the bedroom. You scratched at him, punched, kicked, elbowed, everything you could do to stop what was about to happen. “Calm down baby girl, I’ll make you feel so much better, I promise. Gonna mark you, breed you, you’ll be so much happier, just calm down.” Nathan deposited you in your shared nest, you tried to push him away with your legs and feet but he just caught them effortlessly before aggressively ripping off your pants and then panties, exposing your pussy to him. Then he moved to your top and bra and removed those as well. Your body was completely uncovered. You tried to cover yourself the best you could with your arms and hands but he just pried them away. He now had you completely pinned and at his mercy. The first thing he went for was your neck, knowing that stimulating your scent glands there would be an effective way to arouse you. He licked up and down the sensitive area before kissing and nibbling on it. Your reaction was as strong as it was involuntary, small gasps and whimpers escaping your lips as your pussy began to drool. He firmly grasped your tits, groping and kneading them in his hands as he continued his assault on your neck. You feared he would make a claiming mark soon, his teeth grazing over your skin threateningly, but so far he had restrained himself from that ultimate act of dominance. You had a moment to collect yourself as he temporarily released you to slide out of his shirt, a light sheen of sweat covering his chest, before then taking off his pants and underwear. His large cock bounced free. “No, no, no please I don-,” you started to protest before your pleas were swallowed up by his lips dominating yours in an oppressive embrace. He broke the kiss as one of his hands slowly traveled down from your side to your pussy. He slowly teased the lips as you continued to mutter, whimper, and whine out little pleas and protests. But despite your obvious lack of consent, each word you uttered was steeped in arousal. It only convinced him that he was doing the right thing, that you were just too shy to admit that you wanted it, that your shyness in conjunction with your pride made you try to run away. Mostly it convinced him more and more that he just needed to open you up, in every sense of the word. And with that thought he finally slid two fingers inside your eagerly waiting cunt. Instinctively at the sensation your body completely betrayed you, your legs spread more as if inviting him in deeper while moving yourself into his touch, grinding into his fingers. “See babe, I knew you wanted this~,” he whispered faintly before sliding another finger into your drooling depths. He didn’t let up, in fact he picked up the pace as you began really fucking yourself on his fingers, your body clearly craving release. His previously acrid smell began to actually smell a lot better to you, desirable even. The combination of domination, neck stimulation, and his skilled fingers lead to you cumming a lot more quickly than you normally would. “Gosh, such a good girl for me, already cumming for me,” he said under his breath more to himself than to you, as he regarded you with awe. You were the picture of perfection to him, simply radiant as you panted and shuddered in the wake of your climax. Nathan licked all your juices off his fingers before kissing a trail from your pudgy belly to your sex. He kissed it deeply before sliding his tongue in, thoroughly making out with your nether-lips. His tongue was eager for every drop of flavor inside your pussy, the pheromones your body was producing sending him into rut as all the sensations began to trigger you into an early heat. His tongue probed and prodded every inch it could reach within you as you kept producing more slick. It wasn’t long before another orgasm hit you, causing you to squeeze his head between your thick thighs. He didn’t mind at all, instead taking pride in the pleasure he was causing your body despite you claiming you didn’t want him to be doing this. You laid back limp panting more than earlier in the wake of your pleasure, now not even able to make a single objection. But your mate was nowhere near done with you. The alpha flipped you over and put you on your tummy, you felt a warmth on your thighs as he rubbed his cock against you before sliding it all the way inside you. He started very slowly moving back and forth in your abused pussy, savoring every shudder and movement you made under him. As he began licking and kissing your neck gently while mating you agonizingly slowly you began to break down and cry, once more feeling that sensation that had gotten all too familiar lately of tears welling up in your eyes and raining down your face. “So good for me, such a good girl, such a good omega. Taking my cock so well, making so much slick for me to slide in easily, so so good,” he told you in a comforting voice as he peppered the side of your face and your neck with a bunch of tiny kisses. You were shaking, so broken by him. The slow speed had become completely torturous. You needed to cum again. Despite your shaking and exhaustion and sheer overstimulation you began to weakly rock against each one of his thrusts, driving him deeply and forcing the pace to go a bit faster. Nathan followed your cue and started going significantly faster, his large cock rubbing against your walls so wonderfully. You felt so betrayed by your body, starting a heat at his actions, pheromones thick in the air beckoning him to continue, body moving instinctively to seek pleasure from your rapist and captor. But you couldn’t help it. His praise for you continued and now became almost like a chant. “So good for me, so good for me, so good, so good, so good, so good…,” as the words of praise and worship for you kept tumbling from his lips his knot started to grow inside you, binding the two of you together. This was when he started really railing you, his swollen knot catching against your inner folds in the best way possible, as if his cock was specifically for your use. The sensations were reaching their peak for the both of you. Your face completely wet with tears of desperation and frustration. Nathan’s mouth was back at your neck and just as he filled your insides with thick potent seed he bit down on your scent gland HARD. You screamed out loud. A brilliant mix of both pleasure and pain mixed through you as the bite sent an almost electric feeling throughout your entire body as it quivered once more with the strongest climax you had ever experienced in your life. It was so immense that you blacked out from all the sensations assaulting your body. Nathan licked your neck of the blood his claiming bite had caused and pulled you close, spooning you as his knot stayed rigid within you. You woke up whimpering as your sore pussy was being bred all over again. Nathan had never pulled out of you and when he woke up he started thrusting lightly, trying not to disturb your rest. He smiled when he saw that your eyes had opened and you were already flushed and flustered from his movements. “Ah, my sleeping beauty is awake, now we can start round two before breakfast~”

[ibims1seb]

It’s Complicated

Chapter 1

TW: attempted hurting (?), fear of punishment, yelling, obvious invasion of privacy, lmk if there is more

His pace was steady as he went up and down every hallway he could possibly get to. He had searched for the Grand Duke for about an hour and a half, but he did not lose his patients as he rushed through yet another corridor. He knew that he was being followed. After all, privacy did not exist in this castle, especially not for him. But Nathan couldn’t care less right now.

When he got into yet another hallway, he spotted the captain of the royal guards and immediately slowed down. The captain's mood lightened as she focused on the prince’s arrival.

“Captain Paris, have you seen the grand Duke?” His face was as blank as a piece of paper, but he was sure that Michelle knew how good he has become at hiding his feelings behind a wall of a blank and wordless stare.

“As far as I am aware, his grace is currently in his office. Though, it is said he has a meeting with the electress of the Goldwoods territory, so I don’t know how appreciated an interruption would be.”, the Prince nodded slowly and for a short moment he even forgot that there were still eyes watching his every move. A fast blink and a semi-surprised look at the, still waiting woman was everything he could get himself to do. The Guard looked at him, wanting an answer or some other kind of sign that he fully understood what she just said. He nodded again, more visibly this time, because he knew he had to save up all words and excuses he had for his conversation with the Duke.

Three months… They had made it three months without constantly braiding each other, be it in public or in the kind of privacy of their offices. And this truce would end now, only because he was so stupid and didn’t think before signing a worthless piece of paper and because he was so naïve as to thing that a single person would change his entire life. The decision he made was good and he would stand behind it with all he was. But there was a very high percentage that Lucas didn’t agree with him and his views on the situation.

It took a while but honestly not long enough before he could see the large black doors reaching high into the wall, but never quite touching the ceiling. The Dark wood radiated a menacing aura of memories, most bad, and the feeling that he, once again, did something wrong, which he probably did…

Four men, all wearing stern faces, blocked his path to the portal of his doom. After a few more steps, they realised who was coming towards them. The Guards straightened their backs and even Nathan could feel his shoulders stiffening, though, it wasn’t because of good manners, more because of the uncomfortable feeling he had every time he had to get even close to these parts of the palace. The men bowed just enough to call it acceptable before one of them opened the big doors to let himself in. The other ones returned to their sort of stand by modus, no longer paying any attention to the prince.

Nathan hoped he would have to wait forever. He hoped that the guard would either never get back out or, when he does, he will deny him entry. Turning around was no option but waiting here didn’t feel right as well, so that the fuck was he still doing here? Waiting for the inevitable death of the universe? Or maybe some other kind of inescapable situation that would save him form whatever waited on the other side of these doors. The silent prayers he send out to the overs were either never heard or ignored, because after ten, way too short, minutes, the entrance opened again, this time more than wide enough for him to know that he has to go in now.

The office was big, nearly to overwhelming and everything and everyone seemed to look at him like they expected him to bring bad news. Everyone except Lucas. The Duke didn’t even bother to see who interrupted his work environment. The older man just continued to tip something in his computer and looking over to a few pages with the Heading “Project Arch”. Nathans heart skipped a beat when he read those words, but he was not given enough time to think about what the meaning of this was, since the sitting man broke the calming silence.

“What is it you need, Nathan.”, he was annoyed. Of course, he was. The prince waited a little before he sat down across the office table. The duke did not look up nor react, but one could feel the huffed breath he let out when his body met the, beautifully crafted, wood. Everybody in the room used the short seconds of silence and followed the nonverbal command to leave the room, so when Nathan started to speak, there was no one in the room except for the two monarchs, the Dukes most loyal servant and three guards.

“Over the course of the last month I have given numerous hints of how unpleasant Baron Anthony is to work with…”, nothing. Not even a hint of an emotion was seen on the other one's face. The man just continued to do what he does best. Ignore Nathan and all his wishes and cries for a better life. The prince closed his eyes and tried to find any way out of this suck up of a situation, but it was already too late, he had started the conversation and now he would have to finish it.

“It has gotten to the point, where working with him is impossible. He is an embarrassment, not only for me, but for the entirety of the Diamond Peak Territory.” Something happened for the first time in this talk. The older one lifted his head slightly and looked at him with such force that Nathan had to try very hard not to shrug down in the knowledge that he did something wrong. If he could, he would have but his legs up and buried his face in his knees. But he couldn’t. He was not supposed to.

“Do you just want to keep me from working or why are you not cutting this short?” The prince just bit his lip. He didn’t want to talk about it. He just wanted the duke to telepathically get everything instead of having to say it out loud.

“This morning I had to make a decision. To either keep on enduring the Barons incompetence, or to free myself from him as a burden…”, Now, nearly to five minutes into the conversation, he had Lucas’ undivided attention. The question ‘What the Fuck did you do?’ was written on his face and for the first time since he knew the man, he seemed genuinely afraid of the answer.

“So, I had to let Sir Van Torma go…”, the Dukes follow up sentence came faster than he liked, so he shrugged from the surprise.

“You fired him!” It wasn’t a question. It was more Lucas’ realisation of what a disappointment his heir actually was. Nathan didn’t look at the other man. He found a point somewhere in the far distance which he fixated like he feared it would disappear if he stopped looking at it.

“Yes, your Grace-“, he didn’t even fully finish his sad excuse of a sentence, when the Duke chimed in again, waiting for the prince to start laughing, saying he was joking. But his uncle knew that that wouldn’t happen, after all the boy was too afraid of him.

“You fired Baron Anthony van Torma, brother of Count Georg van Torma, respected Member of my court!? What kind of joke is this!?” Nathan didn’t want to face him. He knew what he looked like, so why should he have to check if that really was the case or if the anger in the man's voice was all just a fragment of his imagination. Sadly, the fear wasn’t very appreciated, and the Duke made sure that that massage came across. “Look at me for Fuck sake!” It was a wonder that Lucas hand didn’t shader after he stood up and hit the table with such force that even the few guards in the, all of the sudden very dark, room flinched at the high man's outburst. The younger one followed his scream with a pained expression and now even the Servant couldn’t look at him anymore. If it was because of shame or pity wasn’t known to the prince, because all emotions were banned from the man's face.

“Yes, I did, is that what you want to hear?” He snapped back, but the face that looked at him with such anger and hatred made him regret every word that just left his mouth. For a, way too long, second the two of them just stared at each other. Nathan with the wish that the Duke would just let it go and Lucas with the intention to kill the prince with his glare.

“Do you even Hear Yourself!?” In a fraction of a second, his uncle spun around the table and the nephew got up from his seat and away from the danger the other one represented. The fear grew in his eyes and surprisingly, the older one stopped his attempt like he just realised what he was trying to do.

“And what do you expect me to do now? Magically find a new secretary for you!” The guards tried their best not to acknowledge what was happening in front of them, since they knew what would happen if they did interfere. Even mr. Williams could do nothing but stare at his employer with such disbelief that Nathan feared for him and his position as a servant. The prince didn’t know what he felt… Fear? probably. Surprise, though? Not really. To many times did Lucas react in this kind of unthoughtful way.

“Not quite…”, there it was again. The stare with the question ‘what the Fuck did you do?’ In it. But this time the Duke wasn’t afraid of the answer, he was just angry that he had to ask it in the first place.

“I already found someone whom I find more than fitting for this position.” He just bit the inside of his cheeks, waiting for the Dukes answer. But the man took his sweet time and let him wait, lost in his own thoughts.

“Who the Fuck do you think you are?” He was Prince Nathan Northstar, heir to the throne of the diamond peak territory, second commanding general of the royal territorial army and Grand Duke Lucas Northstar’s Nephew. But to Lucas…? To Lucas, he was nothing more than a painful burden. A reminder of all his worst mistakes. In other words: to Lucas, he was nothing!

“What answer do you want from me?” His voice was small, and it was a miracle that the older man was able to hear him in the first place. He just shook his head but was calm enough to return to his seat. The younger one didn’t know if he was allowed, or even capable of sitting back down right in front of the man, who just tried to hurt him. For a few seconds he just stood in the middle of the room looking at the seat he was chased away from earlier.

“Well, who is the guy you have been eyeing already!” With no more spine to his name he sat back down but cowered in the Dukes glance. Nathan had to force himself to ignore the mode-swings in his voice and rather answered as not to keep the other man waiting.

“Marquis Jeremy Luves…”, the surprise in his eyes was genuine and, for the first time, not threatening. Both of them knew that he could not have made a better decision. The room around them was silent and the cloud that blocked of the sunlight went away, making the office appear… peaceful, for once.

“Luves?” He nodded but looked away. Honestly, he wasn’t sure why he was no longer capable of facing Lucas, who voiced his opinion on the disrespect with no more than a pressed cough. But the younger one didn’t get the hint, which resulted in a silent growl from his opposite: “Nathan!” Now, he got the sign and turned his head back at the higher person.

“Were you aware of our family's relationships?” As far as he knew, their families have helped each other numerous times. The Luves Family owned nearly to all schools and libraries in this territory and the Northstar Family sponsored their institutions with great interest and fonds. The prince didn’t know why that was the case, he just knew it was.

“As far as I am aware, our families share the same interests.” Of course, the careful construction of the sentence was intentional. If there was one thing Nathan had seen enough of for today it was angry Lucas.

“Why Jeremy?” He wasn’t sure. He had seen the boy a few times over the last month and found one or two resumes in their system, but there was no real explanation for why he thought Luves was fitting for the position.

“I found some of his applications for normal desk jobs but didn’t think those positions were good enough for him.” A lifted eyebrow and a stare that terrified him more than it should have, was all he needed to make him shrug again. There was something twisting on the ends of his mouth that made the prince want to throw up. It wasn’t a smile but something close enough that it made him want to sink through the floor and never come back.

“The young Marquis is a good kid, there is no question about that…”, hope. That was a new emotion for today. It was the hope that Lucas would just except his decision and let him leave to tell the boy about his fate. But when those stone-cold grey eyes looked back at him, he realised that it wouldn’t be that easy.

“But what makes you think you can decide something like that without consulting me first!” Nathan just looked away again but corrected his mistake immediately, before searching for a spot on the Duke’s jacket. He didn’t think, that was the problem. He was just so fed up with the Barons constant passive aggressive comments and his sharp insults paired with the fact that the man did absolutely nothing. He couldn’t keep up with his forced work if one of three helpers didn’t do his assigned job.

“I’m sorry, your Grace.” This time there really was a smile and a huffed laughter that came from the monarch. The younger one wasn’t sure what he was laughing about. That he could think about a punishment? Maybe he was amused by how well he trained him to think every choice he makes is wrong. Or maybe he just liked how powerful he felt. Only one thing was sure: the prince wouldn’t ask!

“Oh, I know you are. But an apology won't assure me that it doesn’t happen again!” The amusement was gone just as fast as it came. Now, the only thing left was the cold stare of a vulture, waiting for his prey to fall dead. Nathan honestly didn’t think that Lucas wanted him dead, but in situations like this it sure felt that way.

“Well, now that the Baron is gone, I can expect you to, at least, work at your full potential, right?” No! He would probably never work good enough for the man to be even slightly satisfied with him. Which was a shame, really, but Nathan had grown tired of waiting for the Duke’s approval a long time ago.

“Of course, your Grace…”, the conversation ended with a forced smile and pleasure written on Lucas’ face.

“As far as I know, the Marquis has a room in the western wing.”, the Prince nodded, stood up and bowed as deep as his balance allowed him to. And then he turned around, fighting with the urge to run out of the room as fast as possible.

“One last thing, your highness.”, he stopped dead in his track. Your Highness. Never did he use that in a good context. It was always, Always an omen for something bad.

“Did you know that Eleonora will marry in a week.”, his tone was as calm as stagnant water and to anybody outside of the castle that would have been no more than a friendly reminder. But for him, that was a threat. A threat that the Duke could take away something he has been waiting for for a long time. “Would be a shame if you couldn’t go…”, their eyes met in the middle of the long distance between them. But Nathan didn’t see him. All Nathan saw was the possibility that he would be forbidden from attending his cousin's wedding. Forbidden from seeing the only person in his family who has been no more than kind and friendly towards him. When the older men gave his attention back to the documents on his desk, the only thing he could do, was leave, as fast as humanly possible.

As soon as the door closed behind him, he started walking. Slow enough to still call it so, but fast enough to get away from that place as quickly as possible. He hated these corridors. He hated Lucas’ part of the castle in general. They felt dark, horrifying and sad all at the same time. Like they had taken everything good about it and banned it, not only from here but from the royal ground entirely.

The dull grey of the stone floors wore anybody down who ever had the misfortune of walking on it. The light grey walls had black wood eating on them like it tried to take away the only light colour the eastern side had. Dark red carpet made it seem like the stones were bleeding and portraits looked down on you like you were worth nothing. And the worst part about the east was, that the only people who walked around here were so obedient to the Duke that they looked at the prince with the same, terrifying hatred. The only place where he was even remotely safe from his uncle were the stables and his own room, where Michelle would protect Nathan from his anger.

The western wing on the other hand seemed calm, in comparison to the other parts of this palace. The soft beige walls were partly hidden behind wooden cladding and the floor wasn’t made of rough stone but smooth, marble-like tiles. The shadows that scurried past you either didn’t acknowledge you or, when they did, smiled at you like you meant the world to them. The windows were built towards the south and let in all light they could find. Balconies were added to the exterior wall and gave you a fantastic look over the gardens and the portraits that followed your movement through the halls seemed to watch you with great interest instead of making you feel like a disgrace.

But it had to be that way. After all the west was meant to hold the visitor and the east held the two owners at best. When he first came to the castle as a small three-year-old he voiced his discomfort with the darkness, but it sadly never came to the renovations, because…

“I’m so sorry your highness!” The exclaim made him look up for the first time during his long walk and he couldn’t believe himself when he realised who he just bumped into. It was a tall boy with chocolate brown eyes and dark caramel like hair. The apologetic expression did not chase away the smile and it made him look nearly to sheepish. His clothes were lighter than the ones other nobles wore around here, but it was still the same silver bluish colour that represented the Diamond Peak Territory.

“Marquis Luves?” Nathan voiced his surprise more than he really wanted to, which made Jeremy just as confused as him.

“Em… yes?” The prince felt bad when the smile disappeared from the taller one's face, but he was in position to say that out loud. He felt the look of his guard on him but tried his best to ignore the feeling of being spied on. He knew that they would run to the Duke the moment he entered his rooms and would inform him of every wrong breath he took. But that was none of his concern now. He had a job to give and wanted his opposite to have it.

“There is something very important that I would like to talk to you about.”, the smile returned, not as big, but bright none the less. The Marquis nodded so excessively, that it felt like he was the reason everything else in this castle is so depressing, since he had taken all happiness and used it on himself.

“I have seen a few of your applications.”, he started slowly, not wanting to overwhelm the boy with the good news. The joy started to sparkle in his eyes and now even Nathan couldn’t resist the urge to give of a small but warm smile. He could see the guard's eyes widen, who stood a few steps to his side, just enough for at least him to notice. It was rare to to see him smile this genuine, but the reaction was still not something he expected.

“So, I have been given permission to inform you, that I would like you to work as my highest secretary.”, the glitter on his face disappeared for no more than a split second, but that was enough for the Prince to get uncomfortable.

“I, ehm… are you sure, I didn’t apply for that kind of responsibility.”, no, he didn’t. But it was either him or Lucas’ wrath. And one of these options wouldn’t hurt him.

“I know but I don’t think that you belong in a small dark office to do no more than slowly document your day.”, not like you would do anything else working for me. He hissed at himself and simultaneously bit his lip to not say that out loud.

“Would that kind of changing plans be alright for you?” It had to be. It had to be for Nathan’s wellbeing and for the fact that, if not Jeremy, someone else would get the job.

“Yes, of course it would be.”, there it was again. The smile and the feeling of hope that everything would change from now on. The hope that he would finally be able to work good enough to at least satisfy himself.

“That’s good to hear. Then I’d say we meet tomorrow, after breakfast to talk about the finer details.”, with a long nod he excused the boy out of the situation to let him run of to go ahead and tell everybody he knew about the good news.

“Of course, your highness, I’ll see you then.” And with that, the friendly Marquis bowed one last time before leaving the Prince by himself.

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Tag List: @shywhumpauthor , lmk if you wanna be added

I know it’s long but I didn’t know where to make the cut :( Nathan is one of my favourite Oc’s and I hope you love him just as much :) thank you for reading and have a nice day!

My Oc’s

Also lmk if you have any prompts for me or ideas of what I should put them through next…

Masterlist

[ferngle]

I have some more doodles of goofus and doofus!

Go whatch Monkey Wrench! Please :)

[blazing-spectre]

Some dude with an open jean vest, crop top, and fresh beer calls you over wyd

New-ish OC, Stuart, in an outfit chosen by a friend <3

[chaosduckies]

*Throws this and runs away*

Cringe but free

No but seriously I love these two so much. I might color this later, but who knows? Enjoy these two lovelies in the meantime

[celebritybuddytrolling]

(boy)friend-er bender at teh fair

[feline-evil]

I'm gonna be so real i don't remember which episode i got this picture of Nathan from to redraw, i just wanted to do a body study. Version without lighting and effects below, and the og screenshot!!

[road-kill-eater]

[iamfabiloz]

MY DEAREST OC,, purple guy 😈

Shiny new ref, I rlly did miss character designing art 🙏 this is his third furry ref now, if u scroll far enough down or visit his toyhouse page u can see the old ones

Practicing poses and humanoids more often has led me to this moment 🐈🐈 cats always in my heart forever though

More refs coming soon I hope 🤞

[goblin-a-gogo]

I am… so sorry for this

[I really should’ve posted this on her actual birthday, but April is too far off lol]

[kazuaru]

Some of my oc's in alpha hairs.

[vexic929]

Drawfee Quotes Prompt List

These quotes live rent free in my head. Send a number and a character for a ficlet!

This is a family show...for fuck's sake

If God's ever been mad at anything I've said, he hasn't done shit about it - so he either doesn't care or he's a coward

Mayonnaise is food lube

Are we human or are we Luigi?

It's not that I don't like it I just hate it

We have learned nothing and will continue to learn nothing

Hedgehog the animal or hedgehog the Sonic?

These are not Joanna's eggs and these are not Joanna's legs

If you are between the ages of 3 and 25, you are a toddler

I'm just viscerally afraid of any living organism who looks like a fucking Windows Media Player visualizer

"I wanna be a weird baby" "No..." "Wouldn't have to do shit" "N-okay, fair"

"Koochie-koo" doesn't pay the taxes!

They're in the same surrealist baby play group

If someone ruins my beverage experience that person is a criminal

"My brain went on a really quick tangent" "Yes" "Do we think-" "No"

You gotta really put your tits in that voice

I don't wanna bodyshame this alien but I...don't like looking at him

You get turned into dust because they suck all of the liquid out of your body...like a mermaid

And then Hot Joseph unloads his beautiful nectar into my mouth, and the rest of my day is so much better because of it!

I'm like the tortoise if the tortoise also lost the race

It's like they said in Star War The Last Jedi: the past fucking sucks, dude...ignore that shit and get a lightsaber

"Is he giving you a jizzle?" "Don't say that…" "Don't say jizzle" "Well that's like slang for a joint" "It's not, I promise you it's not"

It goes like this the fourth the fifth the yaoi hands his rock hard tits...

You make misses all of the misses you don't misses

Birds are infamously religious, because they fly close to the sun and that's where Jesus lives...in the sun

Dogs are kinda simps by nature

You could just strap a fish across your titties if you wanted

Do you think Adam from Bible was a horse??

Heavy are the chests that carry the tits

They're God's angels and also God's himbos

[dotssu3]

the most dedicated klokateer

[laurenairay]

you've been sent to save me - N. MacKinnon

Summary: what’s meant to be will always find a way.

Rachel Summers can’t stand Nathan MacKinnon. But when a mutual friend’s wedding pulls them together, will anything change?

Words: 3.4k

Warnings: some angst, some bad language

A/N: Here is my fic for @fallinallincurls birthday bingo! I chose wedding season/dates, forced proximity, meddling best friend, and invisible string theory. This was a lot of fun to write (and I can't believe I've never written a full fic for Nate before!), so I hope you enjoy it Bre! Sorry it's a bit late!

Title from always been you, by Shawn Mendes.

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Invisible string theory suggests that everyone has someone in their lives who is attached to them by an invisible string that transcends time, distance, and geography. It’s fate.

~

June 2023

“There’s just one more thing.”

“Oh?” Rachel asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Nate’s going to be a groomsman.”

Rachel immediately groaned, tilting her head backwards. A little dramatic perhaps but for Nathan MacKinnon? It was justified. She’d been over the moon when her childhood friend had asked her to be a bridesmaid for her wedding next summer, but now knowing that Nathan was going to be in the wedding party too?

“It’s bad enough that I can’t avoid that grumpy smirky fucker whenever he’s back for the summer, but now I can’t even avoid him for the happiest day of your life?”

“It really will be the happiest day of my life, won’t it?” she sighed happily.

“Angie, focus,” Rachel snapped, unable to stop herself from huffing out a laugh. She wanted to stay mad at her friend, but it was hard with the dreamy look on her face.

Angela just giggled. “Look, Brad has been friends with him for years, you know that. And I can’t change that – I’m sure it’ll be fine?”

“Angie!” Rachel whined.

She just laughed harder. “Rach, I will make sure he won’t act like an ass. I promise!”

“I’ll believe that the day I see it.”

~

June 2024

It was finally time for Angela’s wedding. After a full year of planning – helping choose the bridesmaid dresses, the hair and make-up trials, the hen do itself, spending her weekends making table decorations – the fateful weekend had finally arrived. Rachel had been given the option to travel up a couple of days early ahead of the wedding ceremony on the Saturday, so she’d eagerly booked the time off work, and was travelling to Inverary Resort bright and early on the Thursday morning. Rachel was ready to settle in and relax with the rest of the bridal party, all friends over the years from Cole Harbour, to celebrate one of her oldest friends marrying the love of her life.

What could possibly go wrong?

After 3 and a half hours of driving, Rachel was ready to kick her shoes off and pick up a cocktail, and as she spotted Angela running happily out of the main building towards her as she parked her car, she found a smile spreading across her face. This weekend was going to be amazing, she just knew it.

“You made it! How was the journey? We got in a few hours ago and it was fine for us – was it still okay for you?”

Rachel just grinned at her friend’s happy rambling, throwing her shoulder-length dark waves up into a basic ponytail before grabbing her bags out of her backseat. Thankfully the transportation of the bridesmaid dresses – a gorgeous olive green that suited Rachel’s dark hair and tanned skin perfectly -  were taken care of by Angela’s mom so she hadn’t had to worry about creasing that.

The two of them caught up as Angela walked her through the main lobby of the resort, picking up Rachel’s room key as well as a glass of complimentary prosecco. Rachel tried not to get too wide-eyed over the beauty of the venue, but it was hard not to gawp. The views alone were amazing, and she wasn’t even on the water’s edge yet. From what she understood, for the accommodation on site there was a main lodge with the majority of rooms, as well as whole bunch of individual cottages. Rachel had chosen to stay in the main lodge, as a single guest, so at least she didn’t have to walk far with her luggage.

“Alright, here you are. There are a few other guests already here so get settled and then come downstairs to meet us for drinks. It’s just a chilled day today, touring the grounds and relaxing really, with a dinner tonight at the Lakeside restaurant,” Angela explained, “I’ll see you soon?”

“You got it,” Rachel grinned.

Angela’s enthusiasm was infectious at the very least, and Rachel could feel herself buzzing as she unpacked her bags. She couldn’t wait explore the grounds of the resort – and she was more than ready for the spa morning tomorrow in the Glasgow house cottage that Rachel had set up for the bride’s party – but first, drinks.

After freshening up with a spritz of perfume and a swipe of lipgloss, Rachel left her room, phone and room key in hand.

“Look what the cat dragged in.”

No fucking way.

Rachel turned her head to see the last person she wanted to see standing two doors down from her with a suitcase at his side. He must’ve just arrived. It was just her luck that his room was so close to hers – Angela had better not had a hand in that – as always during the summers when he was home, it was like she couldn’t escape him. Nathan MacKinnon was everywhere.

“Look what the cat coughed up,” Rachel shot back, fake smile at full capacity.

Nate just snorted, rolling his eyes. “Aww don’t front, Rach, you know you missed me.”

“Like a thorn in my foot,” she said dryly, “And don’t call me Rach.”

Rach was for friends only. And Nate was no friend.

Nate held his hands up in surrender with a snicker, finally unlocking his room door.

“If you find yourself lonely in the middle of the night, you know where to find me,” Nate smirked.

“Eurgh, in your dreams,” she grimaced.

“Yes, frequently.”

No. Just no. The audacity.

Rachel gagged dramatically, hamming up the noises, and to her surprise Nate burst out into laughter, leaning against the doorframe as his face scrunched. That had to be the first time he’d laughed so genuinely with just her. She hated the way it made her stomach fill with butterflies.

“Oh man, I needed that,” Nate grinned, still chuckling, “I’ll see you down at the lounge bar?”

More bewildered than anything else, Rachel just nodded. “Yeah, see you.”

What the hell was that?

~

Angela’s plans for the spa morning on the Friday couldn’t have been more perfect, if for nothing else than to clear Rachel’s mind. Over the space of 4 hours, Rachel (plus the other three bridesmaids, Angela, Angela’s mom, and Angela’s soon-to-be mother-in-law) got a manicure, pedicure, and a facial, on top of full use of the sauna and pool. It was exactly what Rachel needed to wind down from her work week (and the weirdness with Nate yesterday) and relax ahead of the big wedding day tomorrow. By the happy glow on the bridal party’s faces, everyone else agreed.

After a light lunch, the full wedding party met up in the main lodge, ready for a rehearsal. Angela and Brad had wanted a full walkthrough of the running order, timings, and placements of the day, just so they were prepared, which Rachel wasn’t going to complain about in the slightest. It could never hurt to be ready.

Not even Nate’s irritating grin as he stood next to her, continuously nudging her with his shoulder, could ruin her peace.

“So, in terms of who will be walking who down the aisle, we’ve paired the groomsmen and bridesmaids up already.”

As the four pairings were called out, Rachel’s stomach sank. She was walking down the aisle with Nathan MacKinnon. Of course she was. So much for peace. This had Angela written all over it, the meddling wench.

“Rach, I-”

“Don’t even say a word to me right now, you giant potato,” Rachel hissed under her voice.

Nate choked out a laugh, leaving Rachel to make her face blank and calmly walk towards the other bridesmaids. Angela’s expression was all but begging her not to cause a scene. Like she would cause something as inelegant as a scene. No, she would wait until there was a moment to pull Angela aside because what the hell was she thinking?

“What the fuck, Angie?”

“Hi Angie, you look incredible Angie, thanks for planning everything ahead of your wedding tomorrow Angie.”

Rachel pursed her lips, hands on hips, but Angie just shrugged, an amused smile on her face. The two of them were in a little alcove in the main lodge, completely hidden from view even though everyone had gone their separate ways, so Rachel didn’t bother to hide her displeasure in her body language.

“I don’t know what you want me to say? The two of you are paired together to walk for all of two minutes. You can handle it,” Angie mused.

“Why him? You could’ve paired me with literally anyone else,” Rachel groaned.

“True, I could’ve, but it’s done now. Besides the two of you could use a little time to be friendly. Or, you know. Friendly.”

Bleurgh. Absolutely not.

“You are the worst and I don’t know why we’re friends,” Rachel grimaced.

“At this point, Stockholm Syndrome?” Angela beamed.

Rachel couldn’t help but to crack a grin, Angela just giggling at her victory.

“It’s two minutes, you will survive it. The two of you will look good together at least...”

What?

They were complete opposites – Nate was blonde, blue eyed, beefy and pale. Rachel was dark-haired, dark-eyed, slim and tan.

What?

“…and Nate’s obsessed with you anyway.”

“Ew, no, he’s not obsessed with me,” Rachel said, sneering slightly.

“No? With everyone else, he’s awkward and dorky. But with you, he’s laser focused. I wonder why,” she said, finishing with an innocent smile.

“Oh gee lucky me! I don’t know, because he’s an ass?” Rachel scowled.

“No, because Nathan MacKinnon’s flirting never matured past pulling pigtails on the school playground,” Angela shot back.

What?

“He’s not flirting,” Rachel scoffed.

Angela paused for a second, gazing over Rachel as if she was trying to figure something out, before she laughed incredulously. “Oh my God, Brad’s going to lose his mind when I tell him. You really can’t see it, can you?”

“See what?”

Rachel didn’t know what her face was doing to reflect her defensive words, but Angela held her hands up in surrender.

“Just take a step back and look at everything. He wants your attention solely on him and this is the only way that’s been successful in catching it. For twenty years – and you know it. Watch him with other people. Watch him with other women. He’s flirting with you, Rach. Just think about it.”

~

Watch him with other people.

Watch him with other women.

He’s flirting with you, Rach.

Just think about it.

Angela’s words swirled around Rachel’s head all through the rest of the day, and it was all she could do to follow her friend’s advice. She watched Nate, all through dinner and the drinks afterwards. She watched how Nate was beaming and friendly with Brad and their Cole Harbour buddies. She watched how Nate was bland and polite with women that flirted with him at the bar. She watched how Nate watched her when men approached her, always catching him looking at her, eyes intense and hot. Why did Angela have to put those seeds of doubt in her head? Why did she have to do it now, the night before the wedding, when there was so much else to think about?

Why did she have to be right?

Nate was so different with her than anyone else, even people they’d known all their lives, and it was completely turning everything she’d ever thought about him on its head. This wasn’t fair. She didn’t need this, not right now. It wasn’t fair.

The wedding day came with no further clarification for her thoughts, her head in full turmoil, and it took all of Rachel’s concentration and willpower to focus on being the best bridesmaid she could be. Angela wasn’t even aware of the way she’d swept the rug out from underneath Rachel’s feet, which was probably for the best if she was being honest, so Rachel just let herself get swept up in the excitement of all the bridal party getting ready together, hair and make-up and dresses and happy tears, all of them looking gorgeous by the end of it – Angela most of all.

As the time came for them to walk down the aisle, Rachel’s nerves were in tatters.

“Rachel Summers, damn. You clean up well,” Nate murmured.

She ignored the shiver his words sent down her spine.

“Bite me MacKinnon.”

He immediately raised an eyebrow, eyes assessing her.

“You okay?” he asked quietly, frowning.

Of course he noticed. Of course.

“Peachy,” she said through gritted teeth, plastering a smile on her face.

“I can tell you’re lying.”

“Gold star for you.”

It felt like an automatic defence to slip into their usual banter, Nate just huffed out a laugh, smirking slightly, all of it serving only to make her feel unsteady. How the hell had she missed this for so long? How easy their connection was? How his bitching was actually…flirting?

“Alright princess, let’s go celebrate our friends,” he mused.

As Nate stuck out his elbow, Rachel inhaled shakily but didn’t hesitate to slip her hand into the crook of his arm. Even through the jacket, she could feel the warmth of his body, the thickness of his bicep, and all she could do was try to keep a straight face, to not let anyone see how the simple touch was making her head spin. What the fuck was happening to her?

They walked in silence, in perfection symmetry, Nate sending her a small smile as they separated at the altar, and it wasn’t until the wedding march music started, signalling Angela’s imminent arrival, that she realised she was lost in thought. She needed to pull herself together, and quickly.

Rachel locked her eyes on Angela and Brad all through the ceremony, letting their happy smiles and obvious love for each other fill her mind, a smile of her own easy on her face. This was Angela’s day, that’s all she had to focus on. That’s all she needed. Still, in the drinks reception and through the sit-down meal, Rachel found her eyes drawn back to Nate, the two of them seated at the same table (of course, albeit not next to each other so her gaze was able to float over him without looking too obvious.

Just as the night before, the way he smiled at other guests versus how he smiled at her was completely different, and she was just glad for the prosecco nearby. She was going to need it to get through this night, she knew that much. As the speeches went on and the food was served, she felt herself getting more and more overwhelmed, feeling more and more stupid for how much Angela’s revelations were affecting her. Why was she making such a big deal out of this? It’s not like it was going to change anything, right? She’d get through the wedding reception and go back home tomorrow morning and avoid Nate until he left for Colorado next month. It was totally doable. It was a great plan. It was-

“And now, please join us on the dance floor for the bride and groom’s first dance!”

Fuck.

Rachel moved on autopilot, standing to the side of the semi-circle of guests as Angela and Brad walked into the middle of the floor. Just as the music started, she felt a familiar body moving to stand next to her, and she wasn’t able to hold back the shaky breath escaping her mouth, the softest whimper only audible to him.

“What’s wrong?”

You're the light, you're the night, You're the colour of my blood, You're the cure, you're the pain, You're the only thing I wanna touch, Never knew that it could mean so much, so much.

“Hey, Rachel, are you okay?”

You're the fear, I don't care, 'Cause I've never been so high, Follow me to the dark, Let me take you past our satellites, You can see the world you brought to life, to life.

“Rach. Rachel. Seriously, you’re worrying me.”

So love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do Touch me like you do, ta-ta-touch me like you do What are you waiting for?

She was worrying him? Rachel glanced up at Nate as Ellie Goulding’s voice continued to fill the barn, and the soft look in his eyes just about broke her. It was all she could do to inhale sharply and shake her head.

“No, I’m not okay. I need to get some air. I need to get out of here.”

Nate’s soft expression immediately turned serious, eyes more intense than she’d ever seen, sending a bolt of electricity through her blood. “Can you make it through the dance? It’s fine if you can’t, I can get you out.”

What?

“I…I can wait,” she managed to choke out.

Nate looked at her for a couple of seconds before nodding, arm moving to gently rest behind her as if some kind of fail safe, and it was all Rachel could do to focus on keeping her breathing steady, eyes stinging with tears as she locked her gaze on her friends as they twirled around the floor. But in reality she was barely taking anything in, other than the heat of his body protecting her. Because that’s what it was – he was protecting her. She knew she was a hair away from having a full-on breakdown, and the last thing she wanted to do was draw attention away from the happy couple. The last thing. It was only that thought that kept her together until the music ended, and the moment everyone burst into applause, Nate was whisking her outside, somehow neither of them being stopped by other guests for polite chitchat.

Small mercies.

When they were in a secluded grassy nook, Nate turned around to face her.

“Hey, what’s going on? Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

How could he even ask that?

“Am I okay? Of course I’m not okay!”

He held his hands up in soft surrender. “What’s wrong?” Nathe frowned.

“You! You’re what’s wrong!”

His eyebrows shot up in disbelief. “Okay I know for a fact that I haven’t done anything to earn that.”

Rachel just groaned, clenching her fists as she closed her eyes briefly. He hadn’t done anything to earn it? He’d done everything to earn it!

In the 20 years they’d known each other, all she’d ever ‘known’ of him is the way he always poked at her, always the first to draw attention to her doing something stupid, untying the bows in her hair, jostling her in the school hallways. As they’d grown up he hadn’t really changed, even when he spent more time away for hockey. He still made fun of her choices in boyfriends, in clothes, in music, even being as dumb as to take the last beer at summer parties or the burger she’d been waiting for or laughing at her not being able to walk in a straight line when she was drunk.

But never anything cruel. Just stupid attention grabbing things that absolutely got her focusing only on him and no-one else, just like Angela said. Stupid irritating Nathan MacKinnon, and all of his stupid ideas, and stupid inability to actually talk like a human being.

It wasn’t until Nate started laughing that she realised she’d been ranting out loud, blurting out all of her angry thoughts to him, and it was all she could do to let out a frustrated bitten-off scream of frustration as he smirked that annoying smirk.

“You’re right, I don’t want your attention on anyone else. I never have, Rach, and I never will. If I’d known you hadn’t actually realised that, maybe I would’ve used my words. But where’s the fun in that?”

Oh that absolute ass.

Rachel let out another quiet shriek of frustration, grabbing the lapels of his jacket, Nate still laughing even as she pulled him down and pressed her lips to his in a passionate kiss.

Invisible string theory suggests that everyone has someone in their lives who is attached to them by an invisible string that transcends time, distance, and geography. It’s fate. And for Rachel Summers and Nathan MacKinnon, they were destined.

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