#in the dream within a dream it just stood there watching me and i laid there paralysed with fear

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Had another sleep paralysis incident last night

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— summary: kook princess. kook prince. perfect match, right? wrong. you hated rafe cameron and everything he stood for. and he hated you. so when your fathers spring it on the two of you that they’d arranged for the two of you to be married, both of your worlds are flipped upside down.

— CW: 18+ only! strong language, slightly aggressive!rafe, heated kissing, fingering, rafe is honestly super sweet n cute in this.

— note: it’s getting sexy in here😏

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Y/N

I wake the next morning, my head throbbing and the smell of coffee filtering in through my bedroom door. I yawn, going to stretch my limbs but the feel of a strong set of arms draped across my waist has me stilling, my mind racing a hundred miles a minute.

What the fuck….?

I glance to the right of my bed, the sound of slow and steady breathing I hadn’t heard at first now hitting my ears. Oh fuck. Rafe. What is he doing in my bed? What the hell happened last night?

The last thing I remembered was him kissing me after our parents announced the engagement, and then he lead me into the kitchen where we both indulged in the copious amounts of alcohol my parents had provided for the night. I remembered the two us of finding his friends, Topper and Kelce, talking to them for a while before we had wandered off somewhere else within the house.

We’d gotten along fairly well last night. We weren’t fighting, or acting like we’d hated each other, but that didn’t mean anything… Right? Nothing happened between Rafe and I. It couldn’t have..

I softly lift his arm up and off my waist, letting it fall onto the bed before I lifted the covers, taking an inventory of my clothes. I still had my dress on, my underwear and bra hadn’t been removed… I felt fine. So why is Rafe in my bed? From what I’ve been told, — and just from what I’ve seen — Rafe didn’t sleep in bed with a girl unless he was fucking her.. But then again, he also never publicly showed affection towards any female, and last night he’d kissed me in front of a large crowd.

Swinging my legs over the side of my bed, I plant my feet on the ground, slowly and quietly trying to slip out the bed. I make it out of the bed, tiptoeing to my bathroom, but when my hand hits the knob, Rafe’s voice has my body tensing up.

“Trying to sneak out on me, huh?”

Fuck, he sounds sexy in the morning. His voice is low and raspy and thick with sleep. I release the door knob, slowly turning to face him. He’s laid on his side, his right elbow propped up on the bed with his right hand holding his face as he stares back at me. I rub my thighs together, trying to shake away the throb that’d formed between my legs from just looking at him.

I clear my throat, “Uh, no. I just.. I just need to brush.. Just need to brush my teeth.”

Fuck, I sound like a fucking idiot. Stumbling over my words like a fucking high school girl with a crush… Why is he making me feel things like this? I’ve always hated him, but now… Now I’m seeing him in a slightly different light, and I can’t shake the feelings that are digging their way up.

He smirks at me, breathing out a small laugh before he turns and lets his head fall back into my pillows. I watch as he makes himself comfortable in my bed, my eyebrows shooting up to my hairline in confusion and shock. Rafe Cameron in my bed? If you would have told me this would be happening just a week ago, I’d laugh in your fucking face and say “Only in his dreams.”

Rafe turns his head to the side, bright blue eyes scanning the length of my body before he says, “Go brush your teeth and change into something more comfortable, then come back in here. We should talk.”

I open my mouth to respond, tell him that he can’t tell me what to do. But nothing comes out. I just clamp my mouth shut and turn, opening the bathroom door and quickly shutting myself inside.

My back hits the door, sliding down until my ass hits the cool tiled floors. I run my hands through my hair, something scraping against my scalp when as I do. I pull my left hand down, holding it out in front of my face. My eyes go wide when I notice the large diamond that sat on my finger. Holy shit? This wasn’t here last night… Is this? Of course it is, how could I not think that there’d be a ring? We’re getting married for Christ’s sake.

I begin sucking in large gasps of air, trying to mentally calm myself. It’s happening. He’s not so bad, is he? When the fuck did he put this ring on my finger? Why the fuck is this my life? What does he want to talk about? All the annoying, but valid thoughts run rampant in my mind. I shake my head, trying to shove all the incessant thoughts away as I will my shaky legs to stand again.

Quickly brushing my teeth and taking three ibuprofen, I push open my bathroom door and make my way back into my bedroom. Rafe still lays on my bed, but he’s on his phone now. He slowly turns his head, his icy blue gaze slowly moving from my feet and up to my face.

My face heats up under his intense stare. “What?” I ask, my voice slightly shaking. Damnit.

He locks his phone, placing it on the nightstand and sitting himself up in my bed, his back rested up against the headboard.

“You gonna change? That dress cannot be comfortable.”

I glance down at the tight fitted white dress my mom had chosen for me to wear last night. “Uh.. Yeah.”

I slowly make my way to my dresser, opening it and pulling out a pair of pink silk shorts and a white tank top. I slowly inch toward the bathroom again, but Rafe clears his throat, stopping me in my tracks.

“You don’t have to be shy around me. I’m gonna be your husband after all.”

My brows pinch together in confusion. “What do you want from me? You went from hating me to… not hating me… so fast. So what’s the catch?”

Rafe chuckles. “Who said I didn’t still hate you? You’re stuck up. You have this ‘I’m better than you’ complex. You don’t like fun,” He pauses, his blue eyes searching my face. “Honestly, you’re not my first choice for a wife. To be honest, I’m not sure I ever wanted to be married. But here we are. I guess you can say I’ve just accepted the situation we’ve found ourselves in.”

My entire body heats up. Of course he still hates me, I didn’t expect a week to change anything. But what does he want from me? “You don’t have to be shy around me.” What the fuck does that even mean? Does he think that just because we’re supposed to be married in three weeks that I’ll just throw all my morals away and let him have his way with me? Fuck that, he’ll have to work for me, even if all I want to do is bare myself to him and let him touch me.

I nod my head once. “Understood. So tell me then, Rafe. What is it you want from me? You want me to strip for you? You want me to just give myself to you because you’re set to be my husband? I’ve gone twenty-one years without letting a man see me or touch me, and believe me when I say, I can go another twenty-one. I won’t give into you so easily, I’m not one of your many girls that will just drop to her knees when you ask. So if you don’t mind, I’m going to change, and I’d like it if you’re gone by the time I come back out.”

I turn and grasp the doorknob, pushing open the bathroom door but Rafe’s hand gripping the back of my neck has my clothes falling to the floor, a sharp gasp pulled from my chest.

He spins me around, keeping a firm hold on my neck as his cold, blue eyes stare down at me.

“Princess, you will give into me. You will drop to your knees when I ask. And you will love every second of it, because I can promise you one thing, of all the men that could be your first, you’re lucky it’ll be me.”

I yank myself free from his grasp. My right hand lands a sharp slap across his cheek before I can process what I was doing. Oh shit. Did I just do that? Fuck fuck fuck. He’s definitely going to make me pay for that, and although I’m not necessarily afraid of Rafe Cameron, I can’t help but fear what he might do to me for such a stupid mistake.

His wild blue eyes stare down at me. I can’t quite read the expression on his face, but I can see the fire blazing behind those cool blue eyes, and it’s frightening. I open my mouth to apologize, but Rafe’s right hand grips the back of my neck tightly again, his lips crushing mine in a searing kiss.

I try and fight him off of me, but to no avail. He’s much stronger than me, and his grip on the back of my neck is bruising this time. He kisses me with so much force and passion it has my knees going weak and my heart thrumming wildly in my chest.

Rafe’s tongue flicks my upper lip, and I absentmindedly part my lips for him, allowing him to shove the pink muscle into my mouth. His left hand runs up my side, squeezing at my hip tightly before it continues its way up and around to the zipper on the back of my dress.

He breaks the kiss, his darkened over eyes staring down into mine. Slowly, he tugs the zipper down, the straps of my dress falling loosely down my shoulders as he does. He never takes his eyes off mine as he pushes the dress down my body, leaving me in nothing but the silky white bra and panties I’d chose to wear last night.

Releasing the grip on my neck, he steps back, planting both hands on my hips as his eyes take in my body. My heart picks up in my chest, beating wildly now, I don’t think I breathe as he continues staring down at me.

“Rafe… What’re you-”

He dips his head down, claiming my lips with his again as his hands run down my hips and to my ass. He grips the flesh in his hands, a small gasp escaping me at the unknown feeling. The spot between my legs is throbbing, my thighs rubbing together to try and ease the ache I felt.

Rafe breaks the kiss once more. “You’re very beautiful. Why do you hide? Why have you never let a man touch you?”

My cheeks burn from his question. It’s not that I’ve never wanted to be touched, and it’s not like I haven’t had the opportunity, I just didn’t like any of the men who threw themselves at me. I didn’t want to be just another notch in someone’s belt, and that’s exactly what I would’ve been to any man on this island.

“Y/N? You okay?”

Rafe’s soft but firm voice pulls me out of my own head, and I raise my eyes to meet his. Deep blue pools stare down at me, and something in my heart swells. I don’t know when I’d started feeling for Rafe within the last week, but I wasn’t sure how I felt about it…

“I- I’m fine..”

His brow pinches together, a look of confusion etched into his beautiful face. He thankfully didn’t push the subject though.

His hands roam the expanse of my body, a trail of goosebumps left in the wake of his fingers. He digs his fingertips into the waistband of my panties, his eyes meeting mine once more. “Can I?”

My hands shake, and a large knot has formed in my throat. I knew I shouldn’t give in, I told myself not to give in, but something inside me had my head nodding a silent ‘yes’ to him.

His fingers dip down and into the silky material before the pushed down, letting the soft material fall around my ankles. My hands fell, instinctively covering myself from his eyes, but his large hands come down and slowly grip my wrists, pulling them away.

“Rafe..”

“Shhh, just let me make you feel good, alright?”

I slowly nodded my head, averting my eyes to the ground. He takes my right hand in his, pulling us toward my bed. He sits down first, still clad in his dress slacks but no shirt, pulling me down next and situating me between his thighs.

His left hand pushes my legs further apart, and every muscle in my body tenses. My nerves were on high alert, was I really about to let Rafe Cameron touch me? Yes. Was I nervous about what this meant after? Yes and no. He was going to be my husband after all, may as well get used to him now, right?

His fingers slowly run down my thigh, sending a shiver down my spine at the soft touch. He slowly inches down, down, down until his fingers reach the most sensitive part of my body. I gasp as his index finger lightly brushes against my clit, the sensitive bud throbbing with need.

Rafe’s lips kiss softly on my shoulder and up to my neck, the heat of his breath on my skin making my body tingle. “‘M gonna insert a finger now, okay? Tell me if it’s too much.”

My eyes squeeze shut, my lower lip trapped between my teeth as I nod my head once more. He slowly pushes his index finger inside me, groaning once he’s knuckle deep. “Shit, you’re so wet, princess.”

Slow and steady pushes of his finger has my breath catching in my throat, this felt unreal, like nothing I’d ever been able to do for myself. His lips left soft, wet kisses on the skin of my neck and shoulder as he continued to push his thick finger in and out of my arousal slick core, our uneven breaths mixing together in the air.

“Gonna add another, okay?” Rafe warned before his ring finger slowly pushed its way inside as well.

The feeling, the stretch, it felt amazing. Tears welled in the back of my eyes as he slowly thrusted his fingers inside of me, his thumb pressing firmly against my clit, slow torturous circles being rubbed against it.

A tight feeling brewed in my lower belly as his fingers picked up pace, his thumb still slowly rubbing against my sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Rafe… Oh, God.. I-”

My brain was fuzzy, this unfamiliar feeling growing inside me, white hot pleasure threatening to rush through me.

“You’re close,” Rafe whispered against my neck, “I can feel you clenching around my fingers. You can let go, baby. Make a mess on my hand.”

Strangled “mmphs” and “ahhh’s” fell from my lips, the pressure building up more and more until it exploded. Pure euphoria rushed through my entire body from my head to the tips of my toes, my body shaking and small, quiet whimpers escaping me.

Rafe didn’t let up, he continued to finger me through my high, his teeth nipping at my shoulder, earlobe and neck as he did. My body fell limp in his arms, his fingers finally slowing in pace before he removed them completely. I turned my head to face him, his eyes on mine as he shoved the two arousal soaked fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean.

“I… Thank you..” I said softly, trying to ignore the slight awkward tension that now crowded my room.

Rafe smiled, a real, genuine smile for once. “You’re welcome. I just believe we should get used to being around one another, I mean.. We’re getting married right? And I’ve always found you beautiful, I was just too stuck in my ways of hating you that I would never admit that shit out loud.”

His hard dick pressed into my ass, serving as a reminder that he’d just taken care of me, and I should probably return the favor.

“Do you… Uh.. Do you want me to, help you…” I asked awkwardly, my eyes darting from his face down to his lower region.

He chuckled. “Nah. Another day, sweet girl. We have a lot to do today.”

Oh shit. That’s right, today was food and cake tasting for the wedding, Rafe and I had to pick what entrées, appetizers, cake, et cetera we wanted to have for the wedding. I quickly jumped off my bed, grabbing my phone and checking the time. Shit. It’s ten-thirty. I had an hour and a half to shower and get ready to go.

“I’m uh.. I’m gonna shower.. You gonna be here when I get out?”

“Nah, I’m gonna head home and get ready myself, but I’ll be back here in an hour to pick you up. Please be ready?”

I roll my eyes. “Yeah yeah, I’ll be ready. Um.. Thanks, again.”

He nods his head once, grabbing his shirt off my floor and tossing it on. I watch as he makes his way out of my room before I kick it into high gear and begin getting ready. I tried to shake the feelings I felt from my mind, but nothing worked. As much as I hated to admit it, I was falling for Rafe and his charm. The next hour, hell even the weeks to come, my mind was plagued with thoughts of the one person I never in a million years thought I could tolerate. Rafe Cameron.

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dream a little dream with me

pairing: non-idol!jeonghan x gn!reader

prompt: soulmate au series. 9/13

word count: 4.7k~

warnings: skinship. food mentions. some slight angst.

daisy’s notes: oh to have a soulmate i meet with in my dreams...

summary: Jeonghan knows you. He might not know your face, but you’re the person in his dreams every night. And frankly… he’s pretty sure he’s already falling for you. He just has to figure out how to find you when the world won’t let him trade names or locations or anything he can actually use. At least he knows your favorite things…

"Hello...?"

Jeonghan was maybe thirteen when he finally met you for the first time, and you'd already proven him wrong with your existence alone. When he had turned ten, he expected to feel... something. To lose all the colors within his vision, or maybe he would feel your pain or something physical. A name, your first thoughts, your first words... Except he felt nothing. It'd upset him, sure--most people were upset by that kind of thing just on the account of being considered an outsider to their peers. Yet now he'd found himself in a museum filled with paintings he couldn't fully make out, and surrounded by people with blurry faces... Except for you.

He'd blinked. "Hello?"

And you lit up, making your way over to him. "You're...?"

Jeonghan had furrowed his brow, watching you carefully. Why could he see you...? "I'm Jeonghan," he had said, thinking that was what you meant.

You'd given him your given name, too--last name melting into white noise for a second. For a moment, you stood there, brimming with excitement. "We're--We're soulmates."

Immediately, he'd felt lighter at the revelation. "Oh!" Then he paused, brows drawing together once more as a follow-up thought pushed into his head immediately. "Why haven't we met before?"

He'd seen the way you grew more upset, gaze no longer meet his own. "I'm... It's complicated." You wrapped your arms around yourself. "I think... Our sleep schedules don't overlap?" You looked up. "I laid down to take a nap for a bit because I was feeling sick, so..."

So you weren't near him. He felt a sting of rejection, even though you hadn't said anything of the sort.. Emotions were weird at thirteen, after all, and something like his soulmate not being near him. Obviously, it wasn't your fault: you didn't pick where you lived. He looked around, and felt... awkward. It was different than meeting someone for the first time in reality. At least other people were around. Now, it just you and him in this dream together.

"Do you wanna talk?" He said after a moment. "Since... I don't know if I'll get to see you again."

"You aren't mad?"

He shook his head. "I just wish you were closer," he crossed his arms. "This isn't fair."

You frowned. "It's not... So let's talk."

The two of you strolled on your own, getting to know one another. He learned the country you were from, even though he wouldn't know what city or town you were in. He learned about this doughnut place in your hometown, though, that you loved to visit when you could. He told you school stories and about his own friends, about the pranks he'd pulled on his little sister... Little things to learn about one another. He learned your favorite color, you learned the foods he disliked...

And then all too soon, you had disappeared within seconds. He had called for you, only to realize that you must have woken up--or been woken up, since it was so sudden. When he woke up the next morning for school, he told his parents that he'd met his soulmate in his dreams (even though he couldn't fully remember your face once he was awake).

Thus began the cycle. He probably needed the naps he would start taking in an attempt to meet you again, but he'd grown used to pushing through his fatigue to work on schoolwork or to spend time with friends. Yet his parents always knew where he'd be when they came home from work, finding him asleep on his bed as he hoped to meet you again.

Sometimes it worked. Sometimes he could sit with you for a little while, long enough to see you off before you woke up for your own schooling. Other times, he'd get home far too late to see you. But every time the two of you met over the rest of your teenage years, you made it work. The two of you would talk more about yourselves, getting to know each other better. He learned how to tell when you were upset, and would let you vent if you needed to. You'd given him a space to talk freely about his own feelings, too: the things that made him happy, or the things that were worrying him in real life...

Most people didn't know about his 'other' life in his dreams. The one where the two of you would go on walks in a city, sometimes holding hands. He'd slowly begun to fall for you over time, realizing that the care you showed him was sweet. The two of you had been strangers years ago, and now he understood maybe that was why the two of you were soulmates.

When he tried to kiss you around eighteen, you stopped him.

"I wanna kiss you for real," you said to him, holding his hands. "I know it's unfair to ask you to wait for me, but--"

"I will." He hadn't hesitated. Although he had kissed a girl once before (he was fifteen, and he realized after he did it that he'd much rather be kissing the person in his dreams) and told you so, he'd held off on dating. He wanted to experience things with you.

You'd squeezed his hands. "You don't have to."

Were you rejecting him...? What if he started dating someone and he loved them more than he already loved you? Part of him felt like he knew he would leave that person if he met you face-to-face, and yet... That meant he would hurt someone else. He'd heard stories about soulmates who left partners to be with one another, and while they were happy, the people left behind grew to resent them. Could he really do that to another person?

"You don't want me to?" He'd pulled his hands from yours, feeling the tiny sting in his chest.

You shook your head. "No, I--I just don't want you to wait around for me forever. What if we never meet?"

But what if we do? Jeonghan felt his heart sink in his chest. "We will," he said. Jeonghan never considered himself a hopeless romantic, but he had the naivete of a eighteen-year-old on his side. "I'll find you. I promise."

Before you could say something, you had begun to fade again. You were waking up. "Jeonghan--"

And then you were gone.

The first person Jeonghan had told about you was one of his college roommates, Joshua. He'd been listening to the way he'd been venting about how he felt he was annoying his soulmate whenever he sang, and waited until Seungcheol left for class to finally admit it out loud. He'd tell Seungcheol, too, soon: he just... needed to do it at his own pace. Both of his roommates seemed like good people who wouldn't judge him, but he'd already decided. Joshua first, and then Seungcheol. Deciding on that had made it easier, especially since Seungcheol was the busier of the two.

"My soulmate and I share dreams," he had said, pushing around the noodles in his ramyeon cup.

Joshua looked up. "Oh. Really?"

He nodded. "We talk whenever we can. It's hard. They're not from here. Depending on when I take a nap, I can either talk to them for a while or just ten minutes..."

"It sounds hard," Joshua nodded along. He'd sat backwards in his chair, leaning against the back of it with his chest, arms folded over the top. "So what are you doing to find them?"

Jeonghan said nothing.

"... Aren't you going to look for them?"

Jeonghan's gaze flickered up from his food. "I don't know. I don't know if they actually want to be found."

"That's--"

"We talked about it last time we met, a little over a year ago." He pushed around noodles more, never actually eating. "I'm in love with them. I don't know how they feel, although they said they'd rather kiss me for real when we meet. Then they said not to wait for them."

"It sounds like they're in love with you, too," he said.

Jeonghan rolled his eyes. "Then why tell me not to wait?"

"Well... They're not from here." Joshua rested his chin on his arms. "Maybe they don't want you to feel like you can't date or anything."

"Don't you think I've tried it before?" Jeonghan looked up. "After they said that, I tried to move on, and I spent the entire time comparing her to my soulmate. She's not them."

Joshua frowned. "Dude... If you spend the entire time comparing, them, you're not going to be happy--"

"I know that." Jeonghan let out a sigh. "I just... I tried being with other people. She wasn't the only girl I tried to date--or see at all." They're just my soulmate, and I realized how much I love them every time I try to be with someone else. But would Joshua understand that...? Or would he just sound over-dramatic for someone he'd never met in person?

"I... see." Joshua looked off. "I guess it's different when you know your soulmate."

Jeonghan softened a little when he saw the guilt on Joshua's face. "It's fine," he said. "I just... I wish I could go to them. I don't know where they are, exactly, and it's not like I can go find them."

Can't you? He pushed away the thought. The world was big. .He couldn't just go out and find you--at least, not without looking like a creep. As much as he wished he could just let go of that desire deep within him to be with you, even temporarily, he just couldn't. Not when he'd gotten to know you so deeply. He felt as though a part of him would always be with you now, and that he carried you with him wherever he went.

Joshua understood, though. He listened, and he gave Jeonghan his thoughts whenever he asked for him. Seungcheol would eventually do the same, once Jeonghan told him about his soulmate. Seungcheol hadn't shown any offense to not being told (it was Jeonghan's business, after all). And in the moments in-between, Jeonghan was with you in some way--either thoughts preoccupied with you or in the fleeting moments of sharing a dream space.

"I kissed someone," you confessed at one point. Jeonghan had been sitting underneath a tree with you, fashioning a flower crown out of the little yellow blossoms that littered the ground around him. You craned your neck to look at him, "Are you mad...?"

He shook his head. "Do you like this?"

At first, you didn't move, and he felt his heart falter. "I dunno," you confessed a moment later. "I feel like... Every person I meet, I keep comparing them to you. Like... Hannie would laugh at this joke. Or Hannie would think this. It's like... I can't get you out of my head."

His heart skipped a beat this time as he stared at you, his face growing redder by the second. "... Really?"

"I... I dunno. It's just--I don't want you to think I'm some sort of loser when we meet."

When. Not if. "So you want to find me?"

He saw the way you grew more flustered, eyes landing anywhere but him as you pushed yourself up so that you were sitting. "Yes. Are you mad?" You finally met his gaze. "I mean... I think I hurt you before. When I told you not to wait for me? And we never talked about it, so..."

Jeonghan set the flower crown into his lap, reaching out to cup your cheek. "I'm not mad," he said softly. "Not anymore."

"So you were mad."

He nodded a little after a moment. "At first..." He drew his hand back, shifting over so that he could sit closer to you. "At first I was hurt," he said, "because I thought you didn't want to find me. And... And I really wanted to kiss you, so I thought you were rejecting me, and.. I talked to my friends about it and they told me that it was alright to feel hurt, but that I was making assumptions about how you felt. So..." He dropped his hand down, pressing his palms into the grass. "How do you feel?"

"I've always wanted to meet you," you said outright. "But... I was talking to a few friends, and they kept asking questions about where you lived, and whether we'd get the chance to meet. It felt kinda mean," you moved closer, pressing your back against the tree, so that you could sit next to Jeonghan. "Like... They don't get a guarantee that they'll meet their soulmates. What makes us different?"

"Well, we know each other," he said, hand slipping into your own. "It's easier to accept things if you don't know your soulmate."

"I guess," you nodded along. "But... I dunno, it just made me anxious that we'd never be able to find each other."

"We will," Jeonghan said softly. "We'll make it work. I want to try."

Your hand curled around his, squeezing it tighter. "I want to try, too," you said, firm in what you were committing to. "Hannie?" You paused for a moment, "Jeonghan...? I want to be with you. I know we've never met in person, but can we...?"

He nodded. "Yes," he breathed out, reaching his other hand up to turn your face toward him. "May I...?"

You closed the distance between the two of you. It left him wondering if your lips would be this soft in reality. The last thing he heard was the sound of you saying his name, about to say something else when he found himself back in his couch, heart racing in his chest. He had jolted forward, fully awake out of nowhere, enough that it alerted Joshua and Seungcheol. The two were sitting at their little dinner table when they turned to see Jeonghan.

"... Bad dream?" Joshua called out.

Jeonghan just bolted to his bedroom, shutting himself in as he processed what all just happened. You kissed him. You wanted to be more. You wanted to find him.

And, fuck, he was going to do anything to find you now.

Most people gave Jeonghan weird looks when he explained his relationship to them. Yes, he hadn't met you in real life yet. No, it didn't really do anything to the relationship--it limited your dates, sure, but you had fun manipulating the dreamscape together to go wherever you wanted to go. Amusement parks with no waits for the rides, or this little cafe in your hometown, or a lovely park at night that Jeonghan walked through alone and wished you were there with him in reality. There were plenty of downsides, sure--neither of you could taste the food that you were eating, or feel the wind on your face--but you made it work and resolved to live these out once you found your way to each other. Sometimes people tried to challenge him: how could he have a relationship entirely with someone in his dreams? Didn't he miss the physical contact?

Which... The answer was a resounded 'yes,' but also it was none of their business. The two of you made it work, end of story. He'd eventually had a friend circle that accepted his relationship with his soulmate, although he'd become insistent that (when Seungkwan met his soulmate) his experience didn't count. That the two of you had agreed that your 'day one' of your relationship would be the day that you met face to face, just to make it easier to pin down a date. Everyone else had a date they could use as an anniversary, and you... Well, you and Jeonghan were different.

Although things had changed years later. All he knew at first was that he went to sleep one night, and you were there.

"... Jeonghan?"

And he'd stared at you, your name slipping from his mouth as he rushed over to you. "Are you sick again?" He frowned. "Honey, I wish I could be there to--"

"No, I... I moved. Remember?"

Right. You... You told him that you were moving for a job opportunity. It'd saddened him a little in the moment because both of you knew it'd make meeting harder, and yet all of that seemed to fade away in an instant.

"So you're...?" He didn't want to speak it aloud. What if it weren't true? What if...?

You nodded slowly. "I think... I'm closer," you said. "I'm in--"

The next few words seemed to dissolve into nothing, like his brain refused to register them. Jeonghan took your face into his hands, tears wetting his cheeks as he shook his head. Why can't it just work? Why can't their connection just let them have this now? You were closer to him. That should mean that the two of you can freely talk, and yet all he could hear was muffled words that he couldn't make out at all.

"We can't," he said, "we'll just... We'll have to find a way without saying names."

It broke his heart every time he saw you cry, and this time was worse. You nodded, though, hands coming up to hold his. "We'll find a way," you said. "Saturdays. I'll... I'll wait for you somewhere." Another name became muffled when you spoke it aloud, and you loudly swore as you broke away from him. "Coffee," you said, turning to him. "I'll... I'll always go to the same place near--" Again, your voice cut out. "Fuck--Just start looking, and--and we'll figure it out if it doesn't work."

"You'll stay there?" He watched you carefully. "All day?"

An eager nod, motivated by how close the two of you were now. "All day. Every Saturday until I find you."

And so it began.

Jeonghan... truly underestimated how many coffee places existed in this fucking city. But he went out every Saturday morning and spent hours upon hours searching for you. For months, that search came up empty. Joshua had offered to help, but Jeonghan turned both he and Seungcheol (and everyone, for that matter) down. He needed to find you himself. Maybe it was hubris, or maybe it was because he wanted to be the first one to meet you... He wasn't exactly sure anymore. A mix of both, perhaps. You could meet his friends in time, but Jeonghan didn't want anyone else to see you in person before he did. He'd known you this long. He'd been with you this long. He needed to be the first one to see you.

Three months ago, Chan met his soulmate. How much longer would it take for Jeonghan to find you? He approached the last place on his list for today, night having already fallen upon him. Maybe he'd change places with you, and have you running around looking for him. He'd try to pick somewhere more niche, though, just to make it easier on you. Jeonghan tucked his hands into his jacket pocket, staring down at his phone as he followed the directions to this place. It was a little out of the way, but maybe if he made it in time, he'd be able to swing by the bigger place not far from there. It closed earlier, sure, but it usually had way more foot traffic from what he could tell.

The thought that had been haunting him hit him again: would you even like him when you saw him in person? It'd been something stupid that popped into his head one Saturday a month ago, but it still shook him a little more than he expected. He'd seen you in so, so many dreams; he'd been with you, dating you, and yet it felt like there was a degree of separation. Those were his dreams with you, this was the real world where other people would get in the way. Where he couldn't just go to that cafe in your hometown with you, giggling about a silly joke one of you cracked, without having to travel to get there. He'd confessed his fears to Joshua once day, and Joshua had just stared at him.

"But you're in love with them."

"I know, but what if they don't love me once they see me?" Jeonghan had been curled up on Joshua's couch that night, a blanket draped around him. He toyed with the edge of it, fingers curling around the plush material. "It's different, I think."

Joshua pinched the bridge of his nose. "Oh my god. You're so stupid."

"Hey--"

"Jeonghan." Joshua turned, entirely serious as he leaned in, "They love you, dumbass. I know your dreams are magical or whatever, but they still like being with you. You told me they trust you enough to cry on you and tell you about how bad work was, or about friend troubles, or enough to just say they need to cry because of stress. If things change when they see you, they weren't really in love with you. Dreams are whatever--you're still you."

Jeonghan had said nothing at first, letting the words sink in. Then when he looked up, he saw Joshua looking off into the distance, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. "They're singing, aren't they?"

Joshua cracked a smile. Jeonghan knew him well enough. "It's quiet," he said, "but... Yeah. They are."

Jeonghan knew that while Joshua was the one who sang more often in his relationship, he truly loved whenever his soulmate would sing. He knew that Joshua had told them that, and they chose to indulge him in it a little more often. Jeonghan should take a video or a picture of this and send it to them: you broke your soulmate, btw, come get him. Then again... Joshua definitely had ammunition of his own. Videos of times where Jeonghan had woken up in a pleasant mood because he'd gone on a date with you yet again, always ending with Joshua telling the camera that he was ready for the two of you to meet already.

At the end of the street on the left. Jeonghan had begun to hurry at this point, already feeling his heart sinking in his chest. No. No, no, no, fuck--The lights were out, and no one was inside despite the website saying that this place stayed open for another two hours. There had been a piece of paper taped up on a window that said something about one of the coffee machines breaking down and causing a big enough mess that they'd have to close for the night. Shit. What if this had been the one? What if you were inside when the coffee machine broke, spraying hot coffee everywhere? What if you had been burned? Jeonghan wanted to kick himself for not getting here sooner, but he looked at the other shop that closed in less than ten minutes. Fuck. Next Saturday for sure. Maybe that would be the one.

He did what he always did. He called Joshua, and told him that, yet again, he had failed to find you.

"Aw. I'm sorry, dude," Joshua had said. "Are you sure you don't want us to help out?"

Before Jeonghan could respond, Seungcheol had spoken up, "We will! Just tell us where to go, and we'll find them. There's too many places for you to do it on your own. Stop being stubborn about this."

Jeonghan chuckled softly, glad that he had friends who cared so deeply about him. "No, it's fine. We'll find each other soon. I can feel it. We'll talk about it tonight and see if they can give me any details."

Of course, you hadn't before. Whatever was keeping the two of you from finding each other made sure of that. But they didn't need to know how many failed attempts Jeonghan had made at this point.

"Are you sure?" Seungcheol sighed. "I just don't want you to feel like you need to do this alone. We're all here for you. If you say the word to Seungkwan--"

Another warm chuckle. "He'll storm every shop himself," Jeonghan said. "That's why I haven't told anyone else yet. You know Mingyu would go out searching without telling any of us."

"You sound exhausted," Joshua spoke up after a moment. "Want one of us to pick you up?"

"I'll just take the bus. I think I'll plan my next move during the ride." Jeonghan tucked his other hand back into his pocket. He needed the time to lick his wounds and pick himself back up, too. "Maybe... I'll figure out a new plan."

"Just call me if you change your mind," Seungcheol said. "Get home safely."

"I will," Jeonghan said, and ended the call. He shoved his phone into his pocket, and let out a sigh.

Okay. Another failed Saturday. Jeonghan wouldn't lose hope, though: he'd find you soon enough. It wouldn't be as soon as he planned, but he would find you, and he would kiss you, and he'd never let anything tear the two of you apart like this ever again. Even with work trips and vacations and whatnot, Jeonghan would be happy to see your face again outside of his dreams.

The bus had slowed to a stop, and Jeonghan climbed on before taking a seat near the back. He leaned against the window, watching the city crawl by once the bus had lurched forward again. If the two of you could pick something less common, maybe you'd find one another sooner. He leaned against the window, watching the city crawl by as his eyelids began to droop. Next Saturday. He hugged himself tighter. Next Saturday would be the day. He had to find you then. Or maybe it was time to let his friends help him find you. What was the point of being stubborn about it all when he was taking away days he could be falling in love with you all over again?

"Hello...?"

He must have dozed off on the bus again, the sound of your voice making him open his eyes.

"Hey, sorry to bother you, but when's your stop?"

You must have been teasing him again. "Wherever you want it to be," he said, the words rolling off his tongue as easily as they always do. It was always easy to say such things to you. He looked up, and pauses, mind fuzzy for a moment. "Sorry, I thought you were my..."

And then it's clear. There you stood in front of him, one hand gripping the seat next to him and the other on the one in front of it. Your eyes widened as realization hit you, and Jeonghan was already rising out of his seat. The bus driver yelled something back at the two of you, but Jeonghan wasn't listening. And it seemed like you weren't, either.

"Good morning, Hannie," you teased lightly, already smiling at him.

Jeonghan only leaned in, thrilled that you closed the distance between the two of you. He cupped your face in his hands, nose brushing against yours as he tasted something sweet on your lips. Tea, he thought, or maybe some sort of dessert involving matcha or something. Your body was warm underneath his touch and so much more real than he'd ever dreamed of. But what about you? Did he live up to your dreams?

"I love you," he said softly when he drew back. Emotions surged in his chest: relief, joy, love. The freedom of no longer having to search for you crashed over him in waves, and he felt himself tear up. He roughly wiped his face on his sleeve, sniffling as he tried to hold back now. This wasn't how he wanted either of you to remember your first meeting, with him about to sob.

Yet all it took was seeing you cry for him to break, pulling you into his arms as he held you tight. The bus driver yelled back again, and he just reached back frantically, pressing the button to signal for the two of you to get off as soon as you could. And he left with you, hand in hand, as the two of you stepped out underneath the stars, already falling in love with one another all over again.

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Jester Stole His Thorny Crown

Chapter Twelve

He never had a choice in his life. His dreams were nothing more that that. Dreams. But then he met a lounge singer at his brother club and everything changed.

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"She's just my pianist!" Charles insisted again as Jos Verstappen walked around her, observing her. He must have said it at least thirteen times already.

She stood tall, face forward. Strong. Charles was incredibly proud of her, but his worry outweighed the pride.

The way Jos was looking at her, the grin he wore as he let his eyes travel up and down her body, it had him feeling sick. If he wasn't being restrained, on his knees, with a gun pointed at his head, he would have been over there, knocking Jos out and carrying her away from all of this.

"Why have you brought your pianist to Italy, Leclerc?" Jos asked as he grasped her chin, forcing her to look at him. His thumb touched her lip as she pulled her face away, not saying anything. As much as she wanted to punch him, zip ties held her hands behind her back.

Charles's chest was heaving as he watched. "She's got nothing to do with this!" He shouted, voice full of desperation. "Just let her go!"

Jos nodded to his son. "I want to see her perform later," he said as he walked away from her, leaving Max to take his place. "But, for now, Charles and I need to have a chat."

Now, Max wasn't a bad guy. He hated this, felt physically sick whenever he had to pull out his gun. But it was what his father wanted, and Max didn't dare challenge him.

He looked at Charles as he walked over to her. The desperation in Charles's eyes, it had him gently laying his hand on her shoulder and pulling her away.

But still, she struggled against him. "Get off of me!" She screamed as she struggled against his hold, throwing her shoulders about and trying to kick him. "Get the fuck away from me!"

"Chérie, stop!" Charles shouted. He met Max's eye just briefly and looked back at her. "Just go with him, please." he said it so quietly that it had her stopping, listening to him. She sucked in a shaking breath, staring at him. And, when she went to take a step forward, Max grabbed her.

Max released a breath of her own as he pulled her away. "I'm sorry," he whispered, pulling her into the hall.

But she didn't respond.

Jos walked towards Charles. "A pretty little thing," he said as the gun was pulled away from his head and he was forced to his feet. "I can see why you drag her around."

Charles bit back his response. The gun was against the back of his head, forcing him to walk forward. Charles obeyed. With his hands still stuck behind his back, he followed Jos through the house, towards his office.

He didn't even know the Verstappen's had a house in Italy.

Someone grabbed his shoulder, forcing him to sit in front of the desk. The gun was back at his head as he sat and stared at Jos.

"You know what I want, Leclerc," said Jos as he sat back in his seat. He pulled a revolver from his desk draw and laid it down onto the table. "Monaco."

Charles's jaw was set. "I don't have control of Monaco," he answered as Max walked into the room. He couldn't stop himself from looking over at him, but she wasn't there. Panic started rising up within him. Fuck, where was she?

"No, but you will."

Jos pulled a box of cartridges from the drawer and began loading them into the revolver. "I'm seeing to it that you have control of Monaco, Charles. You really should be thanking me for that."

Even as he spoke, Charles could hardly hear anything over his erratic heartbeat. "Lorenzo," he gasped, panicked eyes moving towards Max. "You can't hurt him! He doesn't even want this life! Don't fucking touch him!"

The gun behind his head was cocked.

"How do you think your pianist would look with her lips wrapped around the barrel of my gun?"

Charles fell quiet at that. He stared at the revolver in Jos's hands. She should never have to see it, especially not have to see it threatening her. She was too good for that, for any of this. But he'd dragged her into it, like the cunt he was.

"No matter," Jos said and put the revolver back in his desk drawer. "We can discuss it over dinner."

With that, Charles was hauled to his feet. He was dragged out of the room and shoved into another that was nothing more than a closet. the door was immediately locked and Charles was left in darkness.

He didn't know how long he was in that closet. Nothing could be heard as he tried to feel his way around the dark room, trying to find any way out. But, with his hands stuck behind his back, it was impossible.

His shoulders ached as he pulled on his bindings. But they wouldn't give, keeping him trapped. His head hit the door as he gave up. Why had he brought her to Italy? If he'd just left her home, left her alone, she never would have been in this mess.

It must have been hours later, hours of him with with his head against the door, it was opened and he was pulled out. The piano was playing as he was marched through the halls.

Fuck, he felt physically sick.

She was there as he was marched into the dining room, playing a piano that had been pushed into the room for the occasion. She wasn't wearing the clothes she was in when they'd arrived in Italy, not wearing that skirt she'd been in on the plane.

The red dress was designed to piss him off. It was so damn short, revealing her entire thigh when she was sat down. The straps were pushed off her shoulders, and she was too afraid to push them back up.

Charles couldn't look away from her as tears rolled down her cheeks. But she made no noise as her fingers hit the keys, playing a tune he recognised to be classical.

"Sit," said Jos as he pulled out a chair. Charles was forced into the seat and his hands were freed, but the gun was back against his head.

Jos patted Charles's shoulders. He grabbed the revolver from the table and walked over to the piano. "She looks beautiful, doesn't she?" He asked as he rubbed her shoulders, revolver pressed against her temple.

Her fingers hit the wrong keys and she released a fearful whimper. But Jos let go of her, instead turning his attention to Charles. "Do you want to see her with the barrel of my gun in her mouth, Charles?"

In seconds, Charles was on his feet, desperately trying to get to her.

And then, Jos pulled the trigger.

He tutted as he looked down at her. "Lucky girl," he said as he grabbed her chin and forced her to turn her head, forcing her to look at Charles.

The fear in his eyes, it was something she'd never forget. "Seems like he cares about you, pretty thing," he said and squeezed her cheeks. But then he let go of her and stepped back. "Go on, go to him."

She stood from the piano bench and ran towards Charles. He stepped towards her and pulled her into his arms. "I've got you," he said, wrapped his arms around her, pulling her head against his chest. She shook against him and Charles had no idea how he was so still.

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "I'm gonna get you out of this," he whispered, never taking his eyes off of Jos.

When one of the piano keys was hit, she jumped and Charles just squeezed him tighter. "Come on, pretty thing," Jos called. "Back to your piano."

But still, she couldn't let Charles go. "Hey," he whispered, hand under her chin to tip her face towards him. "It's gonna be okay. Just do what he says." And I'll get you out of this. But that bit went unsaid.

She nodded, and Charles fixed the straps of her dress. As she sat back at the piano and began playing, Charles sat down, and Jos sat opposite him. "So," he said, placing the revolver down. "Shall we begin?"

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running away!

chapter four finale

guard!könig x princess reader

The guard of a princess and the princess escape the royal confines and live in the woods

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könig knocked on your door 5 times to signify that it was him at your door, you peeked your head through “bags packed?” He asked, looking at you from under his mask “yeah.. I’ve got everything” “have you disguised it as garbage?” He asks a question that was purely so he and you won’t get caught “yep! It all looks like garbage, I’ve got one bag” you told him, passing him a bag that was clearly full of clothes and other essentials and luxury’s

“you ready?”

You nodded, glancing around nervously. "I can't stay here any longer. Let's go."

König took your hand, his grip firm and reassuring. Together, you made your way to the stables, where two horses awaited with a wagon tied to the back of them , their breath visible in the cool night air. He helped you into the wagon, putting a tarp over yoy , then swung up onto one of the horses . With a final, longing look at the castle, he spurred the horses into a gallop , racing towards the forest that bordered the kingdom.

The ride was exhilarating, the wind whipping through your hair as you left the castle far behind. König watched over you , his presence a steadying force in the night. As you entered the forest, the trees closed in around you, their branches forming a protective canopy overhead. The sounds of the castle faded, replaced by the rustling leaves and the distant calls of nocturnal creatures.

After what felt like hours, you reached a secluded clearing deep within the forest. König dismounted first, then helped you down from your horse. He led you to a hidden cottage that he had prepared, its wooden structure blending seamlessly with the surroundings.

"We'll be safe here," he said, opening the door and guiding you inside. The cabin was cozy, with a fireplace, a sturdy king sized bed, and shelves lined with supplies. It was a far cry from the opulence of the castle, but it felt like a haven.

You sank into a chair by the fire, exhaustion and relief washing over you. König knelt beside you, taking your hands in his. "Are you all right?" he asked, his eyes filled with concern.

"I am now," you replied, squeezing his hands. "As long as I'm with you, I'll be fine."

He smiled, a rare sight that made your heart flutter. "We'll make a life here, away from all the expectations and dangers of the court. Just you and me."

The days that followed were a blur of adjustments and discoveries. You learned to live off the land, guided by König's expertise. He taught you how to forage for food, how to build a fire, and how to navigate the dense forest. You found solace in the simplicity of your new life, far removed from the suffocating responsibilities of royalty.

König proved to be an adept and patient teacher, his strength and skills invaluable in your new existence. You marveled at how seamlessly he transitioned from a fearsome guard to a nurturing partner. Nights were spent wrapped in each other's arms, the flickering firelight casting shadows on the walls as you whispered dreams and promises.

One evening, as you sat by the fire, König took your hand and led you outside. The night was clear, the sky awash with stars. He pulled you close, his arms around you, and you rested your head against his chest.

"Look up," he said softly.

You tilted your head back, gasping at the sight above. The stars seemed brighter here, more vibrant. It was as if the entire universe was laid out before you, a testament to the freedom you had fought for.

As you stood there, wrapped in his embrace, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them together. The forest had become your sanctuary, and with König by your side, you were ready to embrace whatever came next.

this was rushed I’m so sorry, but that’s the wrap for running away!

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𝓐𝓭𝓶𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓣𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓱 | 𝙊𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧 𝙋.

Paring: Oscar Piastri x fem!reader (y/n)

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Summary: When he finally admit his feelings for you even though he knows that you just broke up with your useless relationship.

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Y/n's heart skipped a beat as she watched Oscar race from the screen. There had always been a special bond between them, a connection that seemed to transcend friendship. She admired his quiet strength, his unwavering loyalty, and the way he seemed to understand her without needing to say a word. But she had never considered the possibility that Oscar might harbor deeper feelings for her.

As the race ended, earning P6. They walked back towards his driver's room, Y/n couldn't help but notice a shift in Oscar's demeanor. His smile seemed forced, his eyes distant. It was as if something was weighing heavily on his mind. Curiosity piqued, she observed him, searching for any sign of what might be bothering him.

When Oscar finally mustered the courage to speak, his voice trembled with vulnerability. "Y/n, there's something I need to tell you," he confessed, his gaze fixed on the ground. "I've had these feelings for you for the longest time. Seeing others flirt with you... seeing you with your useless ex-boyfriend... it hurts, because I wish I could be the one making you smile."

Y/n's steps faltered, her eyes widening with surprise. She had never expected Oscar to reveal his feelings so openly, and her mind raced with a mix of shock and excitement. The air around them grew thick with unspoken emotions as they stood there, their hearts laid bare.

In that moment, Y/n's feelings for Oscar intensified. The contrast between his unwavering affection and the neglect she endured from her ex-partner ignited a spark of longing within her. She yearned for someone who would appreciate and cherish her, someone who would make her feel seen and valued.

A soft smile spread across Y/n's face as she gently reached out to touch Oscar's arm, her voice filled with tenderness. "Oscar... I had no idea," she murmured, her voice filled with tenderness. "You mean so much to me, and I've always wondered if there could be something more between us."

Y/n's heart lurched as she absorbed the weight of Oscar's confession. The revelation that he had been harboring secret feelings for her caught her off guard, and it sent a surge of emotions coursing through her veins. But what struck her even harder was the reason behind his outpouring of emotions – her neglectful and inattentive ex-boyfriend.

A mix of shock, frustration, and sadness washed over Y/n. She had been aware of the lack of attention in her past relationship, but she had chosen to tolerate it, hoping things would change. However, Oscar's bold declaration made her confront the reality she had been avoiding.

A flicker of anger ignited within Y/n as she realized the extent of her ex-boyfriend's neglect. Oscar's confession served as a wake-up call, ripping away the blindfold she had been wearing. She deserved better, she deserved someone who would prioritize her needs and make her feel loved.

Oscar's eyes widened, hope flickering in his gaze. "Really?" he asked, his voice laced with both anticipation and uncertainty.

Y/n nodded, her smile growing wider. "Yes, really. I've cherished our friendship, but there's a part of me that's always longed for something deeper with you. I need time to process everything, but I'm open to exploring this connection between us."

Relief washed over Oscar, and a surge of joy coursed through his veins. The revelation of their mutual feelings gave him the courage to hold Y/n's hand, intertwining their fingers as they continued their walk back to his driver's room. They weren't sure what the future held for them, but they were both willing to leap, knowing that their bond as childhood friends could blossom into a romance filled with love, passion, and shared dreams. Only time would tell if their connection would withstand the test of time and the challenges that lay ahead, but for now, they would savor the moment and embark on this new chapter together.

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Hi! Could I request Aegon Targaryen x reader

Yn is his sister wife and Helena’s twin and she see vision and also dreamy like her twin but more self aware. And she saw when Aemond got his eye cut out and when Deamon and Rhaenyra had s*x after Laena’s funeral. So during the last supper (Also If you could can you add Rhaenys to the dinner) after Helena’s toast yn makes her toast and she tells everyone the truth on what happened the night Aemond lost his eye and tells them what she saw Rhaenyra and Daemon doing and just goes off on them. Then the kids reaction to the Rhae and daemon is disgust and anger on how they would do that to there mother. You could add or just adjusted to your liking. Thank you. X

The Dreamer's Toast

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“I should like to make a toast,” you said, rising from the table, goblet held up towards the air. You could not help yourself at the sight of your half-sister Rheanyra sitting next to Daemon. Princess Rhaenys sat to your right, glancing at you as you stood. It was the first time you spoke all evening. 

Your sister Helaena gazed up at you, sensing her twin’s fury. You sisters were quite alike. Both of you dreamers, doomed to be underestimated by the members of your family. 

But not tonight. 

You could no longer hold in the secret you kept since that fateful night on Driftmark. When you dreamt of your sweet half-sister Rhaenyra during the night, watching as she kissed and caressed Daemon Targaryen. The dream was ripped from your mind as your vision filled with blood, and you had awoken screaming.

“A toast to my sister, Rhaenyra,” you say, giving her a tight smile, “and her new husband, Daemon.”

Daemon’s eyes meet yours.

Say it. He had said in the throne room before slicing Vaemond Velaryon’s head from his shoulders. Would he do the same to you? 

“That is one thing about my sister,” you continue, “ever the devoted lover. Even when her kin’s blood spills to the floor.”

“Y/N-” your mother Alicent hisses, but you ignore her. 

“Did you feel it in your bones, sister?” you seethe, knuckles turning white as you grip the glass, “when our brother lost an eye. When your son maimed him?” 

Aegon giggles from his seat, eyes wide at the sight before him. He feels sometimes that he is the only one who truly sees the fire within you. Aemond’s eye watches you carefully. The only one who demands justice on his behalf besides your mother. 

“I did,” you continue, words coming out more in a growl, “I felt our brother’s pain, while you were too drunk on your uncle’s cock.”

The room is deathly silent. 

“What?” 

Baela is the first to speak. Her eyebrows knit together as she looks at Daemon and Rhaenyra. 

“Is it true?” Baela demands. Rhaenyra opens her mouth to speak, but Baela continues.

“Our mother was barely laid to rest. Your wife,” she snaps, head turning to her father. Daemon’s glare is murderous and aimed directly at you. 

You tilt your chin, bringing your cup to your lips. Alicent stands.

“Cousin-” Rhaenyra says, looking towards Rhaenys. Princess Rhaenys scoffs, holding her hand out to silence Rhaenyra. 

“Y/N, why would you say such things in front of all these people?” she whispers, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. 

“She was merely defending her family mother,” Aemond says, immediately coming to your aid. 

“Speaking the truth,” Rhaenys says, rising from her chair. She glares at Rhaenyra. 

“All this time, I have stood by you,” she seethes, “both of you.” 

Daemon has not removed his eyes from you. You do not waver under his stare. 

“My children deserved better,” Rhaenys said, “as do my grandchildren.” 

She moves to put her hands on Baela and Rhaena’s shoulders. 

“The girls shall return with me to Driftmark,” Rhaenys says. Jace and Luke are sitting silently, in utter disbelief, their faces painted.  

Rhaenrya looks at you, eyes full of tears. 

“Why?” she spits.

“You think of no one but yourself,” you hiss at her, “mother was right about you. Everyone around you is trampled under your pretty foot.”

Alicent glances at Rhaenyra, a pained expression on her face. 

“I am done being stepped on,” you tell her, eyes moving to Daemon. The Rogue Prince sits silently, most likely planning your demise. 

“Well done, my wife,” Aegon says, rising from his chair. He clinks his goblet against yours giving you a loving smile, as though blissfully unaware of the tension in the room. 

“A marvelous toast.”

[kurishiri]

04 . . . “ an illusory lover and a night of dreams ”

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— 🌙 chapter 4 premium story.

— cw: dub-con (“consented” under the influence of a curse), awkwardly translated smut. i put the nsfw part in between dividers in case.

After the play, Alfons escorted me back to my room.

——On the way back, however, I was struck by a peculiar feeling.

(What is this? It feels unsettling...)

I had just returned from the theater that I had frequented often before, but for some reason, I felt as though we had walked a path I had never laid my eyes on before.

(And I can’t seem to recall having even gone to the theater with Alfons and Ellis in the first place...)

That very feeling seemed to grow within me, until it had swelled so much that, by the time I was in my room, I could not simply ignore it.

Kate: Umm... Alfons.

Alfons: Yes, what is it?

(It’s just... it would be strange to ask about this... wouldn’t it?)

Kate: .........To be sure, what I saw back there, was that really a play?

(W-wait what...)

The moment the question was out of my mouth, something in my head seemed to snap with a start, and I came to my senses.

Kate: Because, that can’t be true... can it? When you said ‘stage blood,’ it——was actually...

(So that’s why I felt so scared.)

(And that’s why I felt so anxious, and why I wanted it all to end as quickly as possible.)

(Everything was——)

Alfons: Alas, it would seem you have awoken already?

A: What a strong sense of self you hold, I see.

When I looked up, I saw him narrow his eyes, seeming somewhat exasperated.

Kate: That... it was real... all of that was reality.

My own voice weighed on my ears that heard it.

(The reality was that people were indeed being killed, and the one who had tried to stab Alfons with a knife had been meaning to kill him.)

Kate: And... and I...

I thought all of that was nothing but a play.

(——A play that I watched quietly.)

The truth of the situation was so shocking that all words were lost in my throat.

(But, it was true that I couldn’t stand watching it.)

(I was so scared, and that fear drove my want to run away.)

That fear then morphed into panic, and perhaps that was actually for the better, or I could have made a blunder of myself.

(But, even so...)

(I——that scene, I just...)

I could hardly believe that I had simply watched on without a single doubt, so I closed my eyes tightly and covered my ears.

And that was when I felt his warm hands wrap me in an embrace.

It was almost as though he was scooping me out of the deep, cold depths of the water.

Alfons: This is hardly your fault at all. Everything that happened—I will take all of the blame. Is that not the case?

Kate: But the one who stood there, watching that scene without thinking anything of it was me...

Alfons: There is not a shred of doubt in me that such a scene would not be bearable in any capacity lest it was all fiction.

A: Why, in fact, I was thinking that were it all in a fictitious environment, you would actually be able to enjoy such scenes...

Kate: gh...

I thought back to myself, when I thought everything was a play.

(I thought they were incredible, and I even applauded. Even though people were actually dying right before my eyes...)

(I really don’t have any right to say anything about him.)

I hung my head, and that’s when I heard a voice laced with pity.

Alfons: Truly, you seem to want to stay in reality so much, it only becomes naïvete at that point.

Kate: ...Well, yes, because I need to stay grounded in reality.

Alfons: Is it because of your duties as fairytale keeper, by any chance?

A: You may as well just burn that whole ‘fairytale keeper’ role to smithereens, seeing as it was a job forced on you because of an incident you didn’t have to see, no?

(My duties... of course, there is that as well.)

(Because, if I don’t fulfill my duties, I may end up being killed. However——)

Kate: It’s not just that... I need to stay grounded in reality, or the things that really matter will slip past me, right?

Alfons: Such as?

Kate: Such as the reason why such cruel things are happening, things like that, and...

Alfons: And watching that scene in great detail will only get you as far to your answer as a dead end.

Kate: And there may be people who are still breathing... those are people who could be saved, and...!

Alfons: Aha, saving people in the midst of a massacre? You would practically be asking to kick the bucket in the middle of that bloody mess.

Kate: But... if you or Ellis had gotten hurt in there, I...

K: I would have thought, ‘Oh, what a play’ and just stood there... when I could have done something to help!

Alfons: ... [surprised]

Kate: And I... that scares me... how could I not...

Feeling overstimulated by my own emotions, my vision blurred.

Was it from the fear I had felt toward that scene, or was it from the fear that I was the only one who was being protected in this illusory bubble?

The answer wasn’t clear, even to myself.

Alfons: .........

I thought Alfons was just looking on quietly at me being overtaken by emotions——when he reached out and gently stroked my hair.

It was almost as though he were actually my lover.

Alfons: Your ever so gentle heart shatters and hurts you so easily... and yet still choosing to face reality headfirst without seeking an escape...

A: ...I know no greater fool than yourself.

A: And you see, whenever I lay my eyes upon such a person, the urge to spoil you rotten gnaws at me until I can hardly bear it.

His fingers slid to the back of my neck.

(Ah...)

No, you can’t, I thought——but alas, it was a thought too late.

Alfons: So, come now, let us play together once more tonight... “my most adorable lover.”

Just then, a comforting sensation took over, almost as though I were floating.

With that, my body leaned forward into his arms.

(This feeling... from somewhere...)

The thought only started to form when it vanished with the sound of his voice.

Alfons: Everything is alright now. See... I am very much alive and kicking, aren’t I?

Kate: Mn...huu... Alfons...

Alfons: ...You need not make such a face.

A: I won’t stop with such a child’s play of a kiss... can you open up here?

Alfons murmured those words as his fingertips poked my lips.

Alfons: Come now... there’s no need to be shy.

Kate: Mn... ah...

I did as I was told and opened my mouth, and I felt his wet tongue slip through the gap.

Kate: uh...mn...ahnn...

Alfons: nn...hehe, that kiss felt good, no?

Our tongues intertwined deeply with one another, and I could feel the heart of my mind melting into a puddle.

(No, I can’t... something...)

(I feel like I’m forgetting something important... but...)

(It feels so good...)

My body was at the mercy of his tongue, and at some point, my back sunk into the bed, and...

...with all traces of rationale having melted away, the only thing I could think about now was making love with the one before my eyes.

Kate: Al...fons... my... my body, it feels hot...

Alfons: ...Where in your body?

Kate: ...I know you know... so don’t ask me...

Alfons: Oh, please... do tell me where in your body it feels hot.

A: Tell me where you want to feel pleasure... with those darling lips of yours, yes?

Kate: ah...

The ribbon behind my neck came undone, and my loose blouse came off.

When I tried to hide the bare skin below, though, he pinned my hand on the sheets.

Alfons: Why try to hide it? Let me see your body, won’t you?

A: Come now... where would you like to be teased?

Kate: ...

K: ...every...where...

Riddled with embarrassment, I averted my eyes to the side.

Alfons: ‘Everywhere’... so you say.

Stifling a laugh, he gave a light kiss on my burning cheeks.

Alfons: ——Such a greedy one, I see.

Kate: ...!

Alfons’ face approached my chest before he bit my nipples.

Kate: ...ah, ahh...mn——!

His tongue played with them over and over, lighting a flame in my body,

and from my nipples I felt a numbing sensation spread to a place below my stomach, and my knees rubbed against each other.

Alfons: mn... so you would like to feel good down here as well?

His fingers traced along my thighs, slowly making their way between my legs.

Kate: Alfons... ngh...ahh...

His fingers slipped in my underwear, and he rubbed the dripping wet spot in there in a teasing motion,

and with a slick sound, his fingers slowly made their way inside.

Kate: ah, ahh... haa...

Alfons: Goodness, you are soaking wet here. See, can you hear it?

Kate: No, I, ahh...

Alfons: Were you perhaps wanting to be touched here since the beginning?

As though to affirm his suspicions, the place his fingers were in sweetly squeezed around them.

Alfons: Now there is no need to squeeze so tightly like that. It is my full intent to pleasure you more.

Kate: Ahh——!

The thrusts of his fingers grew more fervent.

With his fingers playing around inside me, the inside of my stomach seemed to squirm and tightly squeezed around his fingers.

The first night we shared together, he had found my weak spot,

and his fingers, having done this many times before, knew very well how to drive me crazy.

Kate: Haa... ah, ahh... Alfons...

Alfons: Hehe, are my fingers no longer enough?

Kate: ...

Even though we were lovers, I felt embarrassed by the lewdness, and I couldn’t bring myself to nod honestly.

Alfons laughed once again in response, as though he found enjoyment in this.

Alfons: Come on now and say it... or is it alright? For you to come by my fingers, that is.

A: Though I do suspect you would come just like that if I so much as teased this spot.

Kate: Ah... ah, ahh... wait...

K: ...Not... not your fingers...

The words died there, as I couldn’t say any more, after all.

Alfons: ...You truly are a darling one, aren’t you.

The fingers that had been fervently playing inside me withdrew, causing me to jump with a start.

With heavy breaths, the rustling of clothes sounded——

And when I looked up, I saw that Alfons had just taken off his tie.

That sight alone was enough to make the inside of my stomach throb.

Alfons: ...

Removing his belt, Alfons looked down at me,

and as though looking at a kitten, he gave me a gentle smile.

Alfons: Let us make a mess of each other... until we forget every last thing, yes?

His cock stroked my lower part, before he sunk into me, to a place deeper than any finger could touch.

Kate: Nn... ah... ah... Alfons...

His thrusts intense, my sweet voice escaped from my lips and resonated in the room.

My entire body trembled with the pleasure that hit, and I clung onto his back in response.

(Embracing each other, touching each other, sharing our heat with one another from within...)

——Everything felt so good, I could not think of anything else.

(Right now, I just want to stay like this...)

I wanted to drown in the warmth of his arms. After all,

those very arms that embraced me were ever so kind,

and for a reason I couldn’t pin down, those eyes filled with something in between pity and affection were much more comforting than I could ever ask for...

to be continued…

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NOTE: i do use some more direct terms here than what the original text may have used. for example, when i say “nipples,” the text said [色づいた先端] (iro-duita sentan), which literally translates to “colored tips,” and when i say “cock,” the original text uses [欲望] (yokubō), which means “desire.”

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We Should of Been Alt Ending

Pairing: Omega fem!reader x Alpha! Natasha

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI NSFW Angst. No happy ending for Natasha. Implied black reader but no characteristics ever described.

AN: This is what I originally envisioned for the previous request.

Original request

You were so beautiful. That's all Natasha could think everytime she saw you. Previous to your pressence she'd never even given an omega a second glance the desire to mate assumed to be trained out of her by the red room. But when Sam brought you to the compound one day everything changed. The visit was harmless you were an upcoming nuclear scientist with the dream of one day meeting and working with Bruce Banner and Sam was a cocky man out to claim the title of best cousin ever. You hadn't wasted time being star struck by the compound or the Avengers within walking through the building as if it was any other office. You didn't stop to greet the team only pausing a moment to hypothesize about Jarvis. Natasha's sure if she hadn't needed to deliver a paper to the lab she'd never even laid eyes on you, and what a crime that'd of been. Crossing the threshold she froze momentarily, your pressence not only a surprise but a distraction. Her eyes stuck on you taking in your features, your voice, your smile. Natasha couldn't remember the last time she felt heat in her cheeks or a nervous turn in her stomach. After she approached interrupting your conversation as politely as she could you merely smiled and said hello before turning back to the matter at hand. The warmth in her cheeks turned into a burn and her usually steady hands became clamy. Not long after you left that day Natasha couldn't hide her curiosity finding her way back down to the lab to ask Bruce just who you were exactly. It was a week before Natasha saw you again. You'd returned for Banner's opinions on your project having changed things according to his previous suggestions. You walked out of the elevator like you owned the building passing by the Alpha without even a second glance. Her eyes were glued to you warmth coming on in her cheeks as she watched you pass.

"Nat... Natasha!"

Clint yelled as Natasha's water began to overflowed onto the table in front of her. Snapping out of her trance she cursed under her breath moving to quickly clean up the area. She wants to meet you, needs too. Pacing the common room she the next day she contemplated how to approach you. Wondered what she should and would say in your presence. Would you even want to talk to her? Even give her the time?

"Excuse me."

Your familiar voice made Natasha freeze in her tracks. Her eyes glanced around the empty room before turning towards the noise. You stood there with a soft smile on your lips papers in hand and purse still on your shoulder. Warmth covered her face as she took you in and suddenly she was a nervous wreck.

"Y-yes *ehm* Yes ma'am, how can I help you?"

You smiled a little wider at her.

"No need for the ma'am, my name's (Y/N) I was wondering if I could get your help with something. I need not only a fresh perspective but also a guinea pig of sorts and Dr. Banner referred me to you."

She could kiss Bruce.

"Yes of course, what's the project?"

You laughed lightly visibly surprised by her answer.

"Wow I've never seen someone so eager to help another they don't even know. I honestly expected resistance considering the stories I've heard from my cousin but I'll chock that up to him being the head strong handful he is."

Natasha's blush deepened at how deep her crush is being thrown blatantly in her face.

"I am developing an anti-radiation suit that will absorb natural radiation in the air or body filter out the good and infuse the bad into a sort of blaster for the wearer. Dr. Banner mentioned that the design was something close to your widow bites so I was wondering if you'd take a look?"

While the question was more or less out of her grasp with Bruce and Tony having taken on the majority of her suit and weapon production Natasha still agreed unable to give up this opportunity to get to know you.

"Sure."

Over the next few months Natasha's first time crush grew to pure adoration. You were everything to the Alpha and the only person who didn't seem to know it was you. It was a simple Wednesday morning after lab runs on the suit. Natasha tried out the blaster and pretended to help with the calibration. Gripping her coat tightly due to nerves she turned back to you on her way out.

"Hey (Y/N) I know a great coffee place down the street, would you like to grab a cup with me?"

You looked up from your computer meeting soft eyes.

"I'd hate to take up more of your day than I already have. You go have a great time I promise the suit is almost done then you'll be free of my pestering."

Natasha fought back a grimace at your rejection. Again. Was she doing it wrong? She was sure she'd paid close attention to all of Clints advice.

"Have a great rest of your day then."

With that the red head turned and left retreating to the compound. Once there she immediately sought out Clint not knowing what else to do.

"I just don't get it. Am I asking wrong?"

The older alpha couldn't help the smile and soft chuckle as he watched the younger one pace. Thinking back to his younger days.

"No, a girl like (Y/N) is so caught up in her work she can miss the simple things right in front of her."

"Its true."

Sam tuned in from the kitchen, even he was feeling bad for the alpha.

"I bet (Y/N) doesn't even realize you're into her."

The red head let out a frustrated huff hands gripping her hair. Forget all this advice and subtly. Next week she was going to be blunt with you. While the red head was determined to make your next interaction work your cousin was not inclined to wait as long. The next day Sam strolled into your office unannounced not even knocking on the large door before entering despite the risk.

"And to what do I owe the pleasure?"

You said clearly displeazed with his abrupt entrance.

"I'm here to point out the obvious to the smartest girl I know."

That made you giggle turning to give him your full attention you cross your arms.

"And what might that be?"

"That a certain alpha who works with you once a week as your lab assistant is crushing on you something aweful."

You laughed audibly this time.

"Natasha? You're kidding. She only sees me as a colleague."

"She has asked you out; and I mean this literally, eight times. She asked you out yesterday for crying out loud. How can someone so smart be so oblivious?"

"No she...."

You pause truly thinking back on the moments Natasha'd invited you places. Remembering her nervous posture. Her let down face at your same response. Remembering how everytime your fingers brushed she blushed or how everytime you smiled at her she stared. She'd always been eager to help you with your project even from the beginning. Thinking on it even then she'd been a blushing mess right in front of you. Your eyes widen in sudden realization.

"Finally."

Sam announces as you raise your hand to cover your dropped jaw.

"Oh my gosh."

"Exactly."

Sam said and suddenly you felt a wave of anxiety wash over you.

"I never thought..... How could I of been...... And she always asked......"

You let go of a sigh rubbing your temples before standing abruptly.

"I have to go see her. She's such a sweetheart and I've been unknowingly rejecting her time and time again. I'm such a dope."

"You said it cousin."

You frown punching him in the arm causing him to flinch.

"Hey what the-"

"Just because I said it doesn't mean you agree dumbass."

The two of you continue to bicker like the siblings you basically were the entire ride to the compound. Your walk to the common room is quick asking Jarvis to summon Natasha to the area politely you think of what you should say. You feel heat in your cheeks due to pure embarrassment shaking your head at yourself.

"Hey (Y/N)."

Natasha's surprised voice rings in your ear and you turn and smile at her.

"Hey Natasha. Listen I want to start off by apologizing. For all my knowledge in science I can't seem to match it in social skills. Believe it or not I've been completely oblivious to your advances until just now I truly thought you only saw me as a co-worker but.... if that offer for coffee is still up in the air, I'd love to go out with you."

Natasha's whole face was on fire after your little speech. Unable to form words she quickly nodded before clearing her throat.

"Of course let me grab my coat."

It's only your sixth date when you go into heat. Natasha was the best. Caring, attentive, patient maybe that's what made you go into your heat a week early or maybe it was the ways her muscles flexed as she pulled herself out of the pool infront of you bending over your body to grab a towel from your shared stack causing your eyes to roam while you locked your bottom lip between your teeth but either way telltale signs of your heat began to flood your body. By the following day you'd fully succumbed keeping it to yourself in an attempt not to rush your new alpha you locked youself in your apartment letting your boss know before tossing and turning in your own bed. Natasha was happy no she was extatic, elated, floating. Words couldn't descibe how happy she's been this past month with you. She'd always imagined what it'd be like to have you as her partner but the reality of it was so much better. Pulling up to your lab with a budle of red roses riding the euphoria she's been feeling for days she couldn't believe how excited she was to see you. Smiling softly to herself as she made her way into the building she wasn't allowed to get far stopped quickly by the kind beta at the front desk.

"Ms. Romonoff! I'm sorry Dr. (Y/L/N) isn't in today."

An eyebrow rose on the Alpha but she nodded thanking the beta all the same. You hadn't mentioned you wouldn't be in, you were always in your lab. Beginning to worry she quickly dialed Bruce who luckily answered after only two rings.

"Hello?"

"Do you have a meeting today with (Y/N)?"

"No our meetings are usually Thursday but she actually just called this morning and cancelled this week."

"Thanks."

Now Natasha was panicking. If she'd been using her logical brain she probably would of been able to piece together why you suddenly weren't at work and cancelled on Bruce only this week. But she wasn't, the first person she's cared for on a deeper level since the red room suddenly disappearing only caused huge red flags to pop up in Natasha's mind. Rushing to your apartment that she shouldn't even know the location of she couldn't help the way her leg jumped nervously and how her hands uncomfortablly gripped the steering wheel.

Please be ok. Please be ok.

Natasha wasn't going to let anything happen to you, she couldn't. When she arrived at your apartment she didn't even bother with the flowers ignoring the elevator to take the steps two at a time. She made it to the fourth floor in record time heart bumping and short breaths coming out of her quickly. Drawing her weapon she knocked on the door three times before beginning a count down in her mind.

5....4....3....2....

You cracked open your door slowly, not expecting visitors and honestly not in a state for small talk. Your eyes doubled in size when you saw the red head on the other side while Natasha let go the loudest sigh of relief you've ever heard. Pushing past your door with ease she invites herself in wrapping you in a tight hug that clouded your thoughts entirely.

"I'm so glad your okay. I wanted to surprise you at work but you weren't there and Bruce told me you cancelled this week I thought the worst."

You weren't exactly sure what she meant by that but you didn't care your alpha was here. You took a deep breath in of her scent eyes dialating at the smell. Arms coming up to hold her close hand slipping into her hair. You wanted her, needed her.

"For someone so smart it's hard to believe you couldn't come up with a logical solution as to why me. An omega. Cancelled her plans for a week."

Suddenly Natasha noticed your strong scent in the apartment, your near naked appreance, the whimpers you kept letting go in her ear.

"I didn't say anything because I didn't want to rush this but you came to me anyway alpha."

Red flushed Natasha's cheeks as she began to strain against her pants. For a moment she felt stupid so easily pushed into a state of panic but that moment faded as your nails lightly scratched at her scalp pulling her attention back to you.

"My alpha."

Its was a whisper one you let go into her neck but a trigger for Natasha all the same. She needed you, wanted you, had to have you. You were hers and hers alone.

"My omega."

Natasha whispered back placing her nose against your scent gland as she kickes the door shut behind her. Something primal inside Natasha ached for you, she needed you closer. Her roaming hands gripped at you as yours did the same.

"Alpha. Alpha. Alpha."

You whisper taking in her pressence her feel. You've never had an alpha this close during your heat. Honestly you hadn't even considered this a moment that would happen to you. Never thought you'd find a mate like all your friends and family had.

"Mine."

Was all Natasha could respond. She backed you into your couch not romantic but in your collective states neither of you cared. You aren't sure how either of you stripped but you were aware of the drug like euphoria Natasha's skin on yours was giving you. Your hands couldn't stop moving rubbing, touching, and squeezing at every piece of Natasha you could reach. Natasha returned your touches in kind her soft lips pressing against every part of your body before pressing into your own. The kiss was feverish, needy. The contact was enough to make you moan into her mouth causing her length to harden painfully. Your body began to lift against Natasha's in search of friction.

"More."

You weren't sure what you wanted, what you needed more of. You just knew there was something missing.

"My beautiful little omega."

Natasha whispered against your lips moaning out as she began to run her member through your slick.

"Gonna make you my gorgeous mate, gonna fill you with my pup."

You nodded in eager response, nothing had ever seemed more right than this moment.

"Please."

Natasha begins to enter you slowly. Stretching you out in a way none of your dildos ever have. You moan loudly tightly grabbing the back of the red heads neck and pulling her into a seering kiss one she returns eagerly. The moment is all heat and skin. Natasha's hips pound into you on their own accord. Your eyes roll back signalling your first release but it isn't enough for Natasha. She continues her pace like a woman possessed and before you can comprehend your cumming again almost violently.

"Yes omega just like that."

Natasha takes you in, your gorgeous face, stomach full of her. She's going to make you a mother fill you with her pup. Her mate all hers. You feel the heat before you see her face. Natasha's release pushes you into a third of your own.

"My alpha."

You whisper again.

.......

The days that follow as Natasha falls out of her ruts haze she begins to doubt. Sitting on the quinjet on the way to Siberia she can't help but wonder if she's actually ready for this, even deserves it. She has red in her ledger, alot of it and a few months ago she wouldn't of even considered mating. With anyone. How could she be a mother? How could she be a mate? How could she be what you deserved? The week in the cold did nothing but push her further away from you taking her back to her days in the red room which then took her back to her dark past. She couldn't do this. Not with you, you would never live a full life, constantly on the move never safe never happy. You deserve more, more than Natasha can give you. Three weeks later upon her return you await with others on the landing pad. So excited you can't help but bounce the positive pregnancy test burning a whole in your pocket. You were nervous this was the first time you'd see your alpha since your heat and with big news as well but you shouldn't be she was your alpha. Yours. As the quinjet landed your heartbeat quickened to an alarming pace. You bounced on your toes eyes eagerly searching for the soft ones you'd come to dream of. Instead you were greeted by a different alpha though physically the same her body language was different she looked cut off, not meeting your eye. Her exterior seemed hardened. You approached her cautiously, you'd never been here after a mission not even for Sam but you were sure the emotional tole had to be high.

"Welcome back."

Your soft voice sent pain through Natasha. You being here meant what she was about to do was truly about to happen.

"I..."

"(Y/N) listen....."

In an instant you shut down. You should of known better.

"What happened the other night was a mistake. I was distracted by my rut and..."

You grip the pregnancy test in your pocket so tight you're surprised it doesn't break.

"No need to finish. I get it, I should of known better."

You say before walking off. You kept your head held high refusing to let Natasha see the tears you so badly wanted to let go. Your words only cut Natasha depper than her own already were. What had she just done?

.........

Four Years Later

Natasha tied her long red hair back in a loose ponytail as she walked out of her trailer saying a passing goodbye to her cat. The drive into town was long her dark thoughts able to creep up as the time passed on. Exiting her car she entered the grocery store. The trip being a necessity otherwise she wouldn't of bothered leaving her safe house. She went up and down the isles grabbing canned foods for both her and her cat. Items that were long lasting so that another trip like this wouldn't have to happen for months. As her eyes scanned the cans of beans the excited ramblings of a small girl another isle over caught her attention.

"Mommy mommy, can we get this?"

"Mmmh I don't know baby does this match?"

Natasha's ears perked as she heard the one voice she lost hope of ever hearing again. Quickly pushing her cart foreward she moved to the end of the isle to peek around. Could it really be you? Sure enough there you were a small girl in the cart in front of you as you looked at baby items. You glowed as you spoke to the child your familiar gorgeous smile overtaking your face.

"I think I like this one better."

You say to the girl as you hold up a blue cup.

"But dis ones pink."

You giggle at the girl as she pleads her case.

"Don't you think Isaiah would like blue to match his pacifier?"

"No."

You laugh audibly at that and Natasha feels her heart skip a beat.

"Okay baby, we'll get him the pink one."

As Natasha goes to push her cart foreward if only to talk to you one more time another alpha comes around the corner behind you approaching you with an infant.

"Alright I've brought back my clean baby for my pregnant baby."

You smile at the alpha behind you turning to greet them in a kiss before taking the small boy from the alphas arms.

"Mommy I want to see Isaiah!"

You hum as you come around the cart allowing Natasha to take note of your pregnant belly as you bend to let your toddler see your infant.

"He's so pretty mommy."

You kiss the girls head before nodding in agreement.

"Yes he is."

"What about me Avery am I pretty?"

You laugh at your partners antics as the toddler turns her attention to the alpha.

"No."

You visibly hold back your laugh as you come back around the cart to your alphas side rubbing their back lovingly.

"You're pretty to me love."

Your alphas displeased face quickly morphs into one of content as they meet your lips in a soft kiss.

"Thank you baby."

With that Natasha watches as you turn to leave with the family she could of had and the happiness she wishes she could feel. Wiping tears she didn't deserve to let fall she returns to her own shopping the question of what could of been haunting her today just as it'd done the last four years.

[adultbabystories]

Doctor’s orders - It Is Done - Part 10

After an hour since Gregory had put Stan to sleep, the man knew he could return to the boy’s nursery. The sound already stopped and it was safe to get in. A small exposure to the sound and lights wasn’t a significant risk, and yet Gregory didn’t want to take any chances with the regression program affecting him. He stood by the door, looking at Stan in his crib, sound asleep. He learned about what these sounds and lights can do to a person. How somehow it tipped men over the edge towards infantilism. Not exactly sure how, but the results were almost a hundred present proof within a few sessions. His boy Stan, he thought, only needed one session. He was in need of an authority figure, he was in need of guidance, he was in need of letting go and just being. So many men need it, but Gregory was happy to give it to Stan.

Stan was dreaming the weirdest dream he had ever dreamed. He walked into a huge office building made of cold gray concrete with cold floor tiles and a high ceiling. 

As he walked to the receptionist, someone yelled “Stan come over here now and send these forms!”. He ran towards the voice while papers emerged in his grip. He got to an old dial landline phone and a voice screamed in his ear “Answer me now! I’m a mad client!” He let go of the forms and picked up the phone, just to hear a busy sound bip.

Hot men and women walked in front of him, smelling good, looking good, and touching each other in a non-appropriate way. He wanted to take part in that, but his feet were stuck on the cold tiles. He couldn’t move, he felt that he wanted to take part, but couldn’t. The lobby became a nightclub, and the men and women started taking off their clothes and having sex in front of him. He tried to move his feet again, but as he looked down, he saw he was naked as they were. Just in front of him people were having sex, but as he looked down again, his dick was soft and small, not paying attention to what was happening.

Waves of emotions had started to hit him. He began tearing up. His eyes were so wet he couldn’t see anything anymore. Once he succeeded in drying them up, he was in a middle of a field, looking up to the night sky. Stars and planets surrounded him from up above, it reminded him of something he saw in the past. Strange sounds echoed into the night, a lullaby maybe, with a voice talking.

“It’s okay to cry.” the voice said.

A figure appeared from the distance, it looked like a giant teddy bear, with a loving and warm facial expression. 

“Are you Stan?” the teddy bear asked.

“I am, yes” Stan sniffled.

“Why are you naked?” the bear looked down at Stan’s soft penis.

“I don’t know” he answered with a worried tone.

“All these horrible people with their horrible demands. I can take that away from you. Would you like that Stan?” the bear asked and spread his arms for a hug.

“Yes Teddy” Stan answered and went in for a hug.

In his dream, Stan opened his eyes to find out he was in a playpen, inside a huge nursery. The smell of baby powder was in the air. He was wearing a thick diaper, a full PJ, and a dangling pacifier clipped on him. Uncle Gregory came by the playpen and kneeled.

“How is my good boy today? Having fun watching his shows?” he raffled Stan’s hair.

A big screen TV was playing some kind of babyish show, which seemed to calm Stan down. Uncle Gregory grabbed the pacifier and stuck it into Stan’s mouth.

“You need it. Now, here’s your best friend Teddy. Put your little head down and take a nap.” he presented a stuffed teddy bear that looked like the same one from before. Stan took the bear into his chest and laid down. He felt so content, so warm, so safe. His uncle was watching over him, his best friend was in his arms, not a single worry. A warm feeling started in his diaper, he peed, but he didn’t care, it felt great. Looking at his fuzzy friend, he rolled over to his stomach, holding his friend with one arm, he felt the need to hump his wet diaper.

Gregory was standing there for twenty minutes. He loved to watch the first hyno night process. Especially the part when the boys start to hump their already-wet diapers. Stan’s diaper came up and down, softly, slowly, in a rhythm. In the dark, Stan made soft cooing and whining sounds while he was humping a bit faster than before. With a final whine, the boy lowered his diaper to the mattress and stopped moving.

He broke Stan, he is now the little boy he needed to be, it is done.

[arsensonfire]

Wedding Bells 🕊️ A Trevor Phillips Fanfic

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ﾟ。 𝒘𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒔

　ﾟ･｡･ 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤

🤍 🕊️🖇️ any!reader x fluffy!trev

🤍 🕊️🖇️ no major TW (kinda horny lol)

No one thought they would see the day—-After months of seeing each other and spending time together, Trevor had finally done it. He proposed to you. It was a grueling process (Mikey and Franklin usually having to hear long rants about how badly he wanted to commit and he should finally just pop the question), but when the answer came it was no less than a ‘Fuck Yeah!’

Many days had passed of planning and discussing details—finding exactly what theme and colors you both wanted—It was really exciting going to different stores and watching Trevor try on different suits. You both decided on a pink wedding. There would be no fancy reception or anything like that (Trev had made it clear that it was the D train to pound town right after) but there was a nice venue by the beach that you picked.

It was happening, and the days that followed felt surreal as you clung to your fiance—fiance, it was fun to say and you used it as often as you could. Correcting those that didn't get the news, correcting yourself and when the day of the wedding finally turned up, it was like a dream.

You stumbled back in from your no-longer-not-married party at around 12am and found yourself crashed on the couch of your apartment around noon. Dehydrated but excited, you walked and stretched in your early state of wakefulness and opened to door too your bedroom, expecting to see a sleeping Trevor. Once the door finally opened, The bed laid empty with messy sheets.

Confused and starting to panic, you lightly sprinted back to the couch and fumbled for your phone. After finding it, you dialed Trevor. Getting no answer after calling and calling, you finally rang Michael, who picked up. Having no idea what to think, Michael answered.

“Hey, (Y/N), I, uhhh-... I got some bad news…”

His voice sounded more fearful than dooming. You took a deep sigh as frustration fell on you suddenly. It occurred to you what was going on instantly.

“Did you guys do a fucking Hangover?!” Irritation evident in your voice, Michael started defending himself immediately.

“Of course not! We just got fucked up and now we can't find … oh shit, that is a hangover. Fuck! Yeah we did a Hangover…”

Now pinching the bridge of you're nose, you heard Franklin's voice jump on the line. Reassurance washed over you, as you felt like you were about to hear something reasonable. “Look, (y/n) We’re sorry but we're still looking for him. We guarantee he'll be there by the start of the wedding.”

“Oh, God, I can't believe you guys are doing a Hangover to me- Fine! Okay, just make sure he's all in one piece please. Thank you.” With a click, you signed deeply and started getting ready yourself.

Within the span of four hours, guests and family pulled into their seats. It was small but Wade and Ron were there, even in actual formal attire!

You stood at the altar, looking out past the venue entry way as you grew more anxious than angry. A pair of headlights pulled into view and shut off once parked in the lot nearby. Watching closely, you saw a well dressed Michael and Franklin jumped out to retrieve a battered and bruised Trevor from the back.

Out of excitement and shock, you grabbed the arm of the officiant (Elvis, upon Trevor's request) and let go to rush to your soon-to-be-husbands side. “Trev, baby,” You cooed, getting a closer look at his injuries; minor cuts and littered small bruises but you were concerned no less.

“You look beautiful,” Trevor spoke seductively, pulling you closer by the waist to plant a long and deep kiss on you. The two of his friends both beside him, both looked away awkwardly until you both were done.

Taking you by the hand to lead you away and back to the altar, the rest of the wedding carried on with Elvis doing his best funky interpretation of the Officiant Script. During which, Trevor even shed a few tears.

With about as much if not more partying, he kissed you again, this time firmly squeezing your ass while he did it. You held his face and leaned into it, the small crowd writing in cheers and yelps of happiness.

“Now,” Trevor started, lifting you up in both arms. “Time for a little consummation.” He insisted, walking you both down the aisle again.

𝓯𝓲𝓷.

[pumpkinroll]

everything is fine ↪ obey me! leviathan x gn! reader︱drabble tags: 18+ only for adult themes, reader cheating/infidelity, toxicity if you squint, slight cuckold Levi, angst notes: just trying something different. please read the tags for warnings.

"Levi you're being so ridiculous. If I wanted Mammon I'd have been with him by now." You huffed and readjusted yourself on your bed, turning away from him and playing away at the mobile game on your D.D.D.

"I was j-just surprised to see him rushing out of your room, especially since I know you just took a shower..." Levi mumbled, he sat on your bed and placed a gentle hand on your bare leg, rubbing it soothingly.

Maybe he thought wrong, maybe his eyes were playing tricks on him.

Surely, he only imagined Mammon's hair looking slightly wet as he left. Right?

He glanced down at your robe. Did you put that on in front of his brother? Or did you change in the bathroom? Levi nervously played with his fingers and tried to shake the negative thoughts away. He was trying to do better to not be so jealous, to be good for you.

Especially since you've always treated him pretty nice — for the most part that is.

Levi continued rubbing your leg and you let out a gentle hum as the noises from your game filled the silent room.

"Damn it! I'm all out of gems! I can't do any more pulls for the newest character!" You threw the D.D.D to the side and sighed before turning to Levi, "Unless my wonderful boyfriend would like to spare a few bucks to make my dream come true?"

Levi couldn't resist the way you snuggled up to him and kissed his cheek, the way you smiled and looked up to him radiated so much warmth and love. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, handing it over to you as you squealed and kissed him once more with repeated thank you's.

"I have the best boyfriend in the whole universe! I'm so lucky to have you!"

Levi smiled as you clutched onto his wallet and put it aside onto your nightstand before turning back to him.

"Hey...y'know it's been a few days. How about we have some fun tonight?"

Levi watched as you slid your robe off, his breath quickening and he thanked the universe for letting him have a beautiful human such as you. It's not very easy to come by anyone who would touch someone like him. Someone so gross and undeserving.

Within moments the demon stripped down and eagerly waited as you laid down on your front. He was ready to kiss, bite, and lick every part of you, worship you, until something caught his eye.

It was barely noticeable but there was no mistaking it.

A still visible 'M' imprinted on your back. One similar like the chain Mammon always wore.

Levi froze.

The only way that could be there is by...

How many times has his older brother pumped into you? Did you two use protection? Has he ever finished inside?

Was Mammon better than him? Stupid stupid stupid of course he is.

The envious demon felt tiny stabs of tears ready to flow freely, but there was something else; his cock continued to leak and stood tall, throbbing.

What did you look like with Mammon exactly? What kind of faces did he get out of you and —

"Levi?"

"S-sorry I was...admiring you...give me a second,"

Perhaps for now, he didn't absolutely loathe the idea of sharing you with Mammon.

He wasn't sure what he'd do if he ever found you with his brother. Maybe he can "accidentally" walk in one day and see what happens...

divider by sister-lucifer

[disgraceful-writings]

Meant To Be

Chapter 6

Y/n and Aegon were born on the same day, with velvet eyes and white crowns. Y/n is sent to Oldtown by their mother to keep her pure. What happens when she doesn't return so? How will her twin react?

Y/n was laid in a field of wildflowers. The wind dancing through the tall grass and flowers. The sun kissing her cheeks. Suddenly, a tightness overtook her throat. She began clawing at her throat in an attempt to relieve the pressure, but it seemed in vain. When her vision went black, she rose in her bed, sweat dripping from her hairline. She gasped and looked around her room for reassurance. When she realized she was in her room back at the Keep, she relaxed a bit. Still, she decided to request some wine be sent to her room and put her housecoat on to speak to the guards. However, when she opened the door, Xavier was waiting for her. She screamed and stumbled backwards, crashing into the table. He lunged at her and his hand encircled her throat. “You will never escape me”, he whispered in her ear. 

The princess bolted upright to find a maid trying to shake her awake, “Your grace, are you alright?” Y/n pushed her hands away and tried to adjust her eyes to the morning sun. “How long was I asleep”, the princess asked, while the maid wiped her forehead with a cool cloth. “You slept through dinner and the night, your grace. Your mother asked we let you rest.” Y/n nodded and stood up to be washed of the sweat and dressed by the maids. Afterward, still shaken from her dreams, the princess visited her mother’s chambers. “Y/n, how are you, my love?” Alicent raised both arms to her elder daughter. Y/n sunk into her mother’s hold, “y/n? You look white as a ghost.”

“Mother…I-”, y/n was interrupted by a guard entering the room. “Your grace”, he bowed, “the maester has asked for you in the king’s chambers.” She nodded and looked to her daughter, caressed her cheek, “We will speak later, dear.” Alicent kissed y/n’s forehead and stood to follow the guard to Viserys’s chambers. Y/n watched her walk out of the room and sighed. Will he haunt her forever? She knows she is safe, her uncle made sure of his death, and now she is with her family. Her mother wouldn’t let anything happen while she is within her grasp. She decided to go to the Sept, maybe the gods will bring a sense of calm to her. 

“Stupid, stupid, stupid”, Aegon gradually shouted in his chambers, kicking a candle stand over, then falling onto his bed face first. Why did he have to open his mouth? It isn’t like anyone was asking him to say those things, especially y/n. Y/n…he doesn’t deserve her. She’s too perfect and proper for him. He should just put an heir in her and stick to the whores of flea bottom. That’s all he’s good at. He looked over to the drawer that held his peasant clothes. Not that he needed them, with the white hair and all, and the whores always welcomed their favorite cock…at least the coin that had come with it. He rose from the bed and changed into them. Before climbing out of his window, he secured a pouch of coins to his belt. Tonight, he was going to do as he pleased. 

The prince made his way to flea bottom, specifically one of the more curious whorehouses. After fucking two women, he laid on his back with them cuddled up to his sides, feeding him and keeping his goblet full. He was curious of the woman on display, nude, and inserting the handle of a blade into herself. She was loud and fake, but that didn’t stop his mind wondering how y/n was in bed. “Shall I suck your cock, my prince”, one of the girls asked. He grabbed her by the throat and kissed her deeply, when departed, he whispered, “I’ll put a prince’s bastard in you.” At this she climbed onto his lap, lined him up, and sunk herself onto him. She let out a fake moan like the other girl had been doing, and Aegon huffed, putting his hands on her waist to quicken her pace. When she let out another exaggerated moan, he picked her up off of him and shoved her to the floor, where he stuffed his cock down her throat. 

“Now I don’t have to hear you”, Aegon grunted out, the sounds of her choking being music to his ears. When he finished, he pushed her off of him, collected his clothes, dropped a bag of coins, and left the whorehouse into the morning sun. “Always happy to house our favorite prince for the night”, the madam said as he walked out. He walked towards the Keep, however, he felt the need to go to the Sept. He had never cared for the gods, why would they be calling him of all people? At the last turn, he decided to go to the Sept. The room was dark and musty smelling. People shuffled around like they couldn’t make noise for fear the gods would strike them where they stand. Then he saw her, y/n was on her knees, praying to the gods. What would she need to pray to the gods for? 

Then he noticed the tear stains on her cheeks and the quiet sobs threatening to leave her mouth as she whispered her prayer.

Y/n heard someone walking in her direction and suddenly turned to them. Aegon. What is he doing here?

“Y/n”, Aegon looked puzzled, “are you alright?”

Y/n hadn’t noticed she was crying until he changed her thoughts. She turned back to the candles and said, “yes. I just felt the power of the gods come over me.” She wiped her tears with the backs of her hands. 

“I don’t believe you.” She looked scared and small to him. He decided to sit beside her with his back to the table holding all the candles. She looked into his eyes, but stayed quiet. His hand reached to wipe her cheek of a fresh tear, and she fell into him, sobbing. He just held her, not knowing what to do for her. 

When she had calmed a bit, she pushed herself off of him, “Sorry, I-.” She couldn’t finish her sentence, or she would cry again. She stood and started walking back to the keep. Aegon quickly rose and caught up to her quickly. Holding onto her arms, out of breath from getting up so quickly, “Y/n, what’s wrong?” She opened her mouth, however, no words could exit. She just stared into his eyes. Could she trust him? With her mind intact currently, she decided to get a proper look at him. He smells of wine and sex, he just came from flea bottom. Maybe he is as cruel and sick as the people say. “Prince Aegon, Princess Y/n, your mother has requested your presence”, the guard who had come with y/n said after receiving word from another.

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[klausysworld]

Hey! Can you make a Y/N and Klaus one where she is a Virgin with praise and daddy kink? Your the best💜💜💜

His little angel

Y/n was a sweet, innocent girl.

Klaus was a ruthless, sinful original hybrid.

Klaus would shamelessly flirt and suggestively run his hands along her body while she blushed and looked at him with doe eyes.

Klaus loved how pure she was, how genuine her love for him was. Y/n adored how protective he was, how safe she felt and how far he would go to prove his love.

They had now been together for just over a year, Klaus had been careful to never make his y/n feel uncomfortable or pressured into anything she didn’t want to do. This did not however mean that he didn’t think of her in such a state. The idea of her small frame beneath his, the sounds she would make when he rocked inside her, he would couldn’t help but squeeze his own cock tightly in the shower, god she must be so tight, never touched at all, he could only imagine the way she would whimper to his size telling him just how big he felt. Would she beg him to move? Would she like him slow? or rough? he had pictured both.

He had studied her closely making sure that despite her inexperience he would know the things she did and didn’t like for when the time did come. He knew that he would not degrade her not embarrass her, she would sadden under those circumstances, he definitely did not want that, there was something else, something she was hiding but he couldn’t quite figure it out.

Y/n would never admit to having such unholy thoughts. Though that did not stop them from crawling into her head. The idea of Klaus kissing all of her skin, the imagine of him holding her close as he rolled his hips sensually within her.

One thought that made her nervous however was when she had an unexpected recurring dream: Klaus’s hand had been lightly gripping her throat, her legs bend at the knee as she laid flat on her back for him letting him take her virginity like she knew he desired. The part she did not understand however was the words she had uttered, the soft whispers of ‘please daddy i need you’ and ‘daddy harder please’ or ‘i love you so much daddy’ echoed through her head. Would he think her to be odd? She worried and so avoided any hint of sexual activity he gave, and he took what she offered and backed away from the thought, he’d rather just hold her forever than have her feeling violated.

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Y/n sat with her back against her lovers chest. Both their legs stretched out along the sofa as he combed his fingers through her hair and she watched her favourite tv show. Klaus’s mind accidentally began to wonder, he hadn’t had the chance to get himself off recently and so it was far too easier for his body to react. It did not help when Y/n shifted against him, he felt her soft ass brush against his now hard cock. He sucked in a sharp breath when she moved again

“you’re moving too much” he mumbled gently holding her still

“you have something in your pockets, it’s poking me” she muttered still wriggling in his hands. He groaned deeply when he felt himself grow that much more at her pure cluelessness, such innocence.

“love i would suggest you stop wiggling around” he muttered and she paused for a moment. Her head turned to meet his eye, her cheeks coated in a dark pinkish red, eyes big and her blush lips parted

“oh” she breathed and he swallowed thickly. They had been in this sort of situation a couple times before, the tension so thick Klaus feared it would snap. He removed his hands from her body and lifted her onto her feet, he stood up and kissed her head lightly

“it’s okay, i’ll go get rid of my problem, you stay here and keep watching your show, ill be right back my love” he smiled and kissed her lips lovingly before beginning to leave. His movements came to a halt when she grabbed his wrist quickly, he gulped slightly as he turned back to her, nervousness was written all over her as she glanced at the tent now formed in his sweatpants. Her eyes flicked back to his, which held slight panic within

“i could um…i could help…if, well if you would like me to of course” she was fully red now, it had travelled down her neck and her eyes now glued to the ground, heart pounding rapidly as she rocked on the heels of her feet

“my love, i don’t wish to make you feel like you have to. You mustn’t do anything you don’t want to do” he now held the hand that was once on his wrist, his thumb caressing it in a comforting manner

“but i do…want to” she confirmed, embarrassment swallowing her whole when he didn’t respond right away. She looked back up to see his hesitation as his mouth gaped and closed a few times

“you…don’t… oh dear, i’m so sorry i just- i thought that you would and i know i never really act like i would want that i just-“ Klaus quickly grabbed onto her moving arms as she made gestures as she spoke and pulled her closer, her chest touching his and their breaths mixing

“believe me my sweet angel, i definitely do. I just thought you might’ve only been saying because of…” he gestured to himself and she giggled quietly at the obvious hard on that stood between them both.

“should i um…” she mind ran, did he want her to touch him? with her hand? or maybe even her mouth? she wasn’t sure how much she could do with her inexperience. Klaus’s eye’s widened seeing the light fear in her expression and she glanced at her hand and bit her lip

“no no, you don’t have to do anything like that at all, ever if you don’t want. I would never make you do that. Lets get upstairs first, if i take your innocence i want it to be in our bed, comfortable and intimate. Not in a living-room where anyone could walk in.” He gently took her hand and lead her up to their room, her heart pattered away in her chest, nervous yes, but excited more so.

He locked the door behind them and looked back to her blushing face. He ran his eyes down her body noticing her perfectly thick thighs pressed together as he inhaled, practically tasting her sweet arousal. His mouth watered as he trailed his vision back up to her nice perky breasts, he had never let himself pay too much attention to how lovely they seemed, his hands could hold them so perfectly. If she were to let him, his hands would be the only bra she would ever know. When he noticed her body move showing signs of insecurity he immediately looked to her unsure eyes

“you’re absolutely beautiful my sweet angel, unbelievably perfect, i love everything about you, never doubt yourself sweetheart” his hands held her face and his nose brushed hers

“if at any point you want me to stop you just tell me okay? it doesn’t matter how far in we are, start, middle, end you just say ‘stop’ and i’ll do so immediately, i promise you okay?” she looked into his light eyes, sincerity shining though

“i’ll tell you if i want you to stop” she repeated nodding lightly

“and if something feels wrong or if it hurts you, it may sting a little at the start and it will ache when it’s over but if something’s too much you just let me know, i can stop or try a different way, yeah?” she nodded once again

“will i um… will i bleed?” she whispered quietly

“not necessarily but you might, only a little bit when i break your hymen, i’ll clean you up though and it’ll feel better after that bit” he responded and kissed her cheek in a reassuring manner

“okay… i trust you” she told him, her eyes honest. It was as though she had presented her heart to him, he would never never harm her, her heart was safe with him. His expression was soft and he pressed his full lips to hers gently. She moulded to him perfectly, like she was made just to be his. When he pulled away he rested his forehead against hers

“i trust you too, more than anything” he whispered “are you sure you want this?” he asked once more

“i’m sure i want this” she repeated with a faint smile on her lips.

He lightly ran his hands down her body, feeling her figure through her clothes and making goosebumps rise across her arms. He kissed her hair lovingly as he brought his hands under her top, just skimming over her skin, noting where she was more insecure or confident. He ran a finger up her spine making her shiver against him, he then slowly moved them round to her front. Barely touching her breasts through her bra, just enough for her to feel it. He cupped them gently while listening to her increasing heart rate.

“can i take your bra off sweetheart?” he whispered as he dipping his head down to kiss her neck softly

“o-okay” her heart was pounding as his fingers unclipped the barrier between them.

“i’m not going to hurt you” he muttered against the skin of her neck, lightly sucking to have her release a ‘mewl’ like moan. She gasped quietly at the feel of his warm fingertips circling her nipples. She could sense them hardening as she unconsciously arched her back to get closer to him.

“does it feel okay?” he asked while lightly pinching her peaks

“feels good, better than i thought” she mumbled, her eyes fluttering. His hands left her chest and she couldn’t stop the involuntary whine slipping past her mouth. He smiled at her growing need as he lifted the top over her head leaving her top half completely bare for him. Only a small necklace left resting on her collarbone. His hands went back to hold the soft, unblemished breasts. He already knew how much time he would spend with his face attached to them after this.

“you’re so gorgeous my love” he told her now looking at her big needy eyes while her breathing quickened slightly

“klaus…can you do something…more…please?” she asked shyly trying her best to ignore the tingle between her legs, the way her body was begging him to be touched.

“of course my lovely” he murmured as he guided her over to their bed.

“can you take your jeans off for me? just lay down love you look magnificent” he reassured while quickly removing his top and pants, leaving his boxers on incase she changed her mind. His attention was quickly on her almost completely bare form. Her hands nervously covering as much of herself as she could while her thighs squeezed together tightly to ease the tension she felt. He looked at her little white lace panties, his hand gently pushed her knees apart allowing a view of the soaked patch she had created. He groaned at the sight and couldn’t stop himself from bringing his face to her wetness, his nose inhaling her scent and his tongue aching to taste her. The small yelp she gave when his hot breath reached her most sensitive area only had him more eager.

“i bet she’s such a pretty pussy isn’t she” he whispered as his fingers played with the material

“can i take these off love?” he asked looking back up to her eyes

“please do” she whimpered and he happily obliged. One little pull and they were off her body and across the room. His thumb immediately stroked her little button and she gasped loudly

“beautiful angel, so beautiful” he repeated as he watched her heat pulse against his thumb. Light swipes along her clit slowly got a little faster as her hips wriggled towards his hand, pleased moans and sweet noises filled the room. Her thighs were now covered in her slick, his thumb circling her swollen sphere quickly and firmly. Panted gasps left her as her legs began to shake lightly, the new unfamiliar feeling inside her lower abdomen had her hands curling into the sheets bellow her and her hips moving to match his pace

“i’m going to put my fingers inside you, say if it feels bad” he noted her before letting a finger slip inside her fluttering walls. He grunted feeling them squeeze just one finger so tightly, so hot and soft he could only imagine how well she would suck his cock in. He quickly moved his finger to fit his rapid thumb. Soon after adding a second finger making her whine as she stretched around them

“hurts” she mumbled and he slowed his hands. She whined once again as the fire inside her dimmed as he almost came to a stop. She looked down to him with desperate eyes

“don’t stop please” she whimpered with a roll of her hips.

“sh shh, i’m going to stretch you a bit and then i’m going to have you properly, i want your first orgasm with me inside you” he whispered while his fingers began scissoring her open having her sharply inhale and let out a soft cry.

“such a good girl” he cooed, instantly her walls clenched and another wave of wetness rushed from her. His brows raised slightly seeing how much the simple praise affected her and he brought his thumb back to her stimulated little clit. He stopped the scissoring motion and went back to pumping his fingers in and out of her silky walls. He watched as she whimpered with her brows knitted together and her lips parted

“such a good girl for me” he cooed and silently applauded himself when she moaned a little louder, clamping around his fingers much tighter than the last few times. He curled his digits a few times delighted when she gasped his name and her legs shook

“what do you feel?” he asked, continuing to rub against her g-spot

“so much- feels so good-“ the urge to have moaned that word. It echoed in the back of her head ‘feels so good daddy’ she said in her head again and again as he continued to touch such an overwhelming part of her. Constant mewls and cries flew into Klaus’s ears, he had longed so long to have you in this position, completely falling apart because of him. He could feel her teetering on the edge of her first orgasm, he could feel her body screaming to let go. Slowly he brought his fingers to a stop before pulling them out of her drenched centre. The long whine she gave had his pride swelling

“you’re doing so well” he whispered as he planted a small kiss to her puffy clit causing an instant cry

“klaus please” she uttered now sitting up with big teary eyes, the little sniffle she gave as she tried to reach for his hand

“no no, you don’t need my hands anymore sweet love” he assured and she swallowed nervously again. She watched, mouth agape as he swirled his tongue around his own fingers. Her pupils blown, she ached to be under him, to have him inside her, she wanted that dream of hers to be a reality, she wanted her daddy to tell her how good she was and how much he loved her

“are you ready my love?” he whispered now hovering over her, how long had she been imagining? she became more aware of the situation as the head of his thick cock slid against her clit. The surprised intake of air as she sucked up her neck to the spot behind her ear had him twitching in his hand as he continued to rub himself along through her wetness.

“y/n my love do you want me to stop?” he whispered noticing her breathing come to a stop when he began to push his tip inside her. She shook her head quickly moving her hands to dig her nails into his back to bring him closer, urging him to finally fill her.

“so full” she whispered as he pushed right the way inside her, filling her to the brim she choked a cry at the stinging pain as she wrapped her kegs around his waist

“you’re okay, no blood love, you’re doing so well, my little angel” he muttered while kissing her cheek lightly. He waited for her to clench around him a few more times before slowly pulling himself nearly completely out before thrusting straight back into her with a loud groan, he almost didn’t hear her soft moan she gave, the name she called him. His eyes met her closed ones, his head tilted slightly to the side, his innocent sweet girl, his pure beautiful soul. He slowly pulled in and out of her watching her bite her lip to keep in whatever dirty secrets she had

“such a beautiful baby” he whispered rocking into her faster, harder, craving the sounds she made while her tiny little cunt squeezed him relentlessly

“m..more daddy…i need you” she whimpered burying her face into his shoulder, her nails surely drawing blood while that unbearable need to let go of the unbelievable pressure in her lower abdomen build high inside her. His pubic bone managed to skilfully grind against her wet, swollen clit. Desperate cries became pleasure filled sobs as she felt the overwhelming sensations burn deep within her

“sweet girl, do you feel it?” he questioned huskily as he thrust his hips as fast as he physically could, he could feel the spongey spot he was hitting against his sensitive tip as her hot plush walls sucked him in deeper. She mewled in response squeezing him so sensually

“cum for me my love, give me your first and i’ll give you a life time, a forever, of nothing but pure pleasure, love, anything you desire. give it to me love, give it to daddy” his promises and soft tone had her legs uncontrollably shaking as she felt herself release that overpowering urge “such a good girl. daddy’s good girl” he whispered while still rutting into her despite her intense orgasm rushing through her and coating both her thighs and his.

“sweet baby, so perfect for me” be told her, just hips snapped to hers harshly as he chased his own needs revelling in her whimpers of overstimulation

“da..daddy is too much” she mumbled tiredly while he twitched inside her pulsating walls, his thumb now on her throbbing little button making her arch and cry out loudly

“i know angel, i know, we’re nearly there okay” he mumbled gruffly suppressing his own moan when her velvet like walls enclosed around him, swallowing his cock so tight he wondered if he would be able to pull out. His arms faltered to hold himself up as he let go of the tension inside of him, pumping his little love full of his release, his hips frozen in place while she babbled mindlessly. Slowly he dragged himself out of her strained pussy.

Her whimpers and light sniffs did not go unnoticed as he gently wiped her lower area with a warm cloth. Her legs would almost flinch each time he let the damp flannel pet her sensitive heat. Once finished he crawled back up to see her face, her tear streamed face as she covered her mouth with her hand. He kissed her forehead softly whilst his hands moved hers and wiped her cheeks

“you did so well” he whispered comfortingly

“i love you” she uttered so quietly he doubted she said it

“i love you too sweetheart, daddy loves you” he confirmed with a kiss on her plush lips. Her cheeks were covered in a red hue as she dodged his eyes

“i didn’t mean to call you that”

“i liked that you felt safe enough to call me daddy. I would never think you to be odd, if you like something or would like to try it then you tell me and i’ll help your filthy dreams become a reality hm?”

“i love you…daddy” she whispered pulling him closer to her lips “i want you”

“you have me”

“want all of you”

(this one probs has like a million spelling errors but i kinda panicked when i realised i hadn’t posted in a couple times and finished it from my drafts, ill read through it properly later:))

[starlahuskyz]

Chances - Chapter 20

Summary: The boys take Jordan to properly meet their sire, however one thing leads to another and an old face rears their ugly head once again.

It's been a while, but I'm just in time for my oc x canon's anniversary! Things are picking up finally, so the end is near.

Chapter 19 <<< >>> Chapter 21

TW// Stalking, Sexual Themes, Implied Smut

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Jordan had been sleeping peacefully with Marko that night, that is until she found herself in a dark room only lit by the moonlight casted through the windows. Marko was nowhere to be found, and she heard nothing but the deafening silence accompanying her. She scanned the darkness around her and as her eyes adjusted to the darkness around her, she started recognizing where she was. The Looff Carousel on the boardwalk, she’d visited this ride plenty of times while living in Santa Carla. She walked along the platform and grazed her hands along each horse that sat along the ride.

Without much of a warning, she heard the sound of mechanical whirring starting up and the whole attraction came to life, the tune “To the Shock of Miss Louise” started blaring on the speakers surrounding the ride. Jordan was perplexed and she grabbed a hold of the many poles circling the rotating platform. Said platform started to move and each horse moved up and down, Jordan carefully walked in between each horse trying to find any potential souls besides her own.

It didn’t take her long before she started feeling uncomfortable, she once again felt the sensation of being watched again. Her hair stood up on its ends and she grew anxious wondering who was with her. She thought back to the one person she saw who sported a clown mask similar to the clown face seen on the walls of the carousel. She jumped to the conclusion that it must’ve been the same person and immediately started scanning the room around her, she then only realized something.

Every single horse within her view had their eyes on her, and as she walked through the ride they only stared at her. The feeling of anxiety grew to an all time high, the ground beneath her started to disappear before her and she soon fell down with it. She only remembered one thing as she fell, the voice of someone saying,

“I’m still here…”

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With a nasty fright, Jordan woke up and found herself on the ceiling above her bed. She rolled over and saw Marko still lying peacefully on the bed with Bixby, not even realizing Jordan wasn’t with him. Mildly panicked as she struggled to get herself down, she called for Marko.

“Marko! Are you awake?”

No movement, she opted to get Bixby’s attention.

“Bixby! Wake him up!”

The little black feline lifted its head begrudgingly growling lightly until seeing the predicament his owner was in. The cat stalked over to Marko’s face and meowed and swiped at him, waking him up.

“Dammit cat, leave me alone! What?” Marko looked at Bixby angrily until realizing Jordan was gone and upon looking up he saw her still trying to free herself from the ceiling.

“What the hell happened?”

“Like hell I know, now help me down please!”

Marko grabbed Jordan’s leg pulling her down to the bed where she finished her little flying session. 

“Did you have a bad dream or something?” Marko rubbed her shoulder reassuringly.

“How did you know?”

“Vampires tend to fly in their sleep when in distress and not holding onto anything. Like one time, Paul took a nap and started to fly around the cave.” He recounted how confused Paul was after that experience.

“It was definitely a bad dream, but I’d rather not think about it too hard right now.” 

Jordan laid back onto the bed petting Bixby on his head as he sat in a loaf position on the bed. Marko did the same and nuzzled himself into her neck purring loudly. Taking a glance at her clock she saw it was 5pm, still another two hours before the sun properly sets.

“We should rest a bit more, it still isn’t sundown yet.” Marko suggested.

“I really don’t wanna go back to sleep after that.” Jordan responded exasperatedly.

Marko rolled onto his back and clicked his tongue thinking about what they could do to wait out the time. He reached a hand onto Jordan’s thigh and squeezed it, she only looked at him confused.

“The hell are you doing?” 

“I know what we could do to pass the time.” Marko winked at her and she tensed up and sat up.

“Are you out of your mind? Why now?”

“I know it’s a bit sudden but, hearing about your ex made me kinda mad. I wanna prove that I can treat you better than he did,I could rock your world babe.”

“And you’re gonna prove that by having the dirtiest sex imaginable?”

“Well…if that’s what you want then-”

“No. Don’t even, you have to earn that from me.” She stood up and turned her TV on to see what shows were on, Marko stayed in the bed watching her. His face was thoughtful.

“Earn it…what do I gotta do?” 

“You sure are desperate aren’t you?” Jordan moved away from the TV to look at him after settling on a show.

“I’m just asking, can a guy not ask a question?” Marko grabbed her hands and pulled her into his lap, without contest from Jordan.

“Listen, it’s just been a while since I’ve done anything like this and to be honest, the night Viktor turned me was my first time being intimate with anyone. And I don’t really even remember it. I don't want to rush into this and end up regretting it.” 

Jordan thought back to that night and how after she drank the blood, everything afterwards became nothing but flashes of distant memories and singular moments in time.

“Well, I can say this much, you definitely won’t forget or regret any of the action I'd give. I’d make all your worries melt away, you deserve everything. I want you to forget all about that scumbag and pretend like I’m your first…only if you're okay with it.”

Marko shoved his face into Jordan’s neck and nipped at her skin relishing in her scent and taste. She ran her fingers through his golden locks as he did so, she pulled his chin up and looked him in the eyes. She gave him a gentle kiss on his forehead making him grumble happily.

“Can I trust you?”

“May god strike me down where I sit.”

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8:30pm

Marko and Jordan laid together watching the TV quietly play a random show they'd both never seen before. However, neither of them paid any attention to what was being said. Jordan traced shapes onto Marko's tummy while he played with Jordan's raven hair, they both purred happily as they enjoyed each other's company.

They were pulled out of their comfortable silence though when they heard a loud knocking sound on the basement doors outside. Jordan begrudgingly sat up.

“Who is it?”

“It’s the pizza man! Open up, Jordan!”

Marko sat up as well and wrapped his arms around Jordan, purring.

“Did you bring us a spicy sausage pizza?” Marko asked, making Jordan swipe at him in embarrassment.

“Hell yeah! How do we open the door though?”

“There should be a key to open the lock inside a potted plant next to the door.”

After that, she heard some footsteps and shuffling leave and come back she then heard a sudden bang come from someone busting the lock open. Paul sauntered in

and Dwayne followed through holding a busted lock in his hands. 

“Couldn’t find the key, so we took advice from what you did-” Paul’s words quieted after he noticed a rather jarring change with Jordan’s outfit…or rather lack thereof. “Looks like someone got lucky last night.”

It was only then that Jordan had noticed she was completely underdressed for the occasion and Paul had been staring at her bare chest. She quickly pulled her blanket up to cover her up.

“Maybe I did, but that doesn’t give you the right to stare at my chest you asshole. Dwayne, can you toss me my clothes?”

Dwayne wordlessly handed her something to wear and Marko simply got up to get his clothes while completely naked.

“And you don’t look half bad yourself.” Paul purred at Marko who in turn cuffed the side of his head.

After Jordan finally put something on and looked more presentable she turned the TV off. “Why are you guys even here?”

“David wanted us to come and get you guys.” Dwayne explained.

“Dad wants to talk to us over dinner about Marko’s new girlfriend.” Paul chucked one of Jordan’s stuffed animals at Marko as he put his pants on making him trip over himself.

“You guys have a dad?” Jordan asked, Paul pulled her out of bed and threw an arm over her shoulders.

“Don’t worry about that right now, you need a nice outfit for tonight.”

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Within the hour, the boys had taken Jordan to a pleasant looking house. They had given little to zero information about who they were visiting on the way over. And now they were standing on the porch awaiting an answer from the person inside and Jordan was beyond nervous. David stood at the front of the group obnoxiously ringing the doorbell while the others just snickered quietly. Marko stood in the back with Jordan and wordlessly grabbed her hand to help relieve her anxiety.

Eventually the door opened up, and much to Jordan’s dismay, it was the owner of the video store on the pier of the boardwalk. She never liked him before and now she realizes why. The man had a look of annoyance in his face as he stared down the platinum blonde.

“Feeling a bit daring, don’t we David?”

“Just playing around, we brought Jordan like you asked.” David moved aside to let Marko bring Jordan up to become acquainted with their sire.

Marko gently nudged Jordan forward while she just stared at the vampire warily.

“Glad we can finally be properly acquainted, I’m Max.”

“I know, you own the video store on the pier.”

Max chuckled at her somewhat snappy nature. “You have a fiery spirit, it doesn't surprise me that Marko pounced on you once he finally had the opportunity.”

The others snickered at Marko while he quietly growled back at them. “Lay off Max, can we just come inside now?”

Max moves aside leaving access for the group “You’re invited…”

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Everyone sat around a dining table eating a quaint little dinner together, having small conversations together to break the ice between them. Jordan took note of how the boys were acting somewhat well behaved, they still occasionally made jabs at Max or each other but they didn’t do anything all too out of line. Eventually, Max began to start talking with the newest member of the family trying to learn more.

“So Jordan, I hope Marko has been treating you well, same thing with all my boys.”

“Marko has definitely been behaving well, can’t say the same about the others though.” Jordan eyed the others as they quietly chuckled. “I don’t care too much though, I mean, I’m happy now so yeah.” She shrugged her shoulders unsure of what else to say.

“I noticed you seemed to deny Marko’s love before all…this. What made you come around?” He folded his hands ready to listen in.

“I don’t know, it happened the day they all found out I was a vampire. We talked for a bit and I guess I liked his style, we made plans to hang out and now we’re here.”

“That’s wonderful, but now I wanna know what kept you from saying yes from the very first encounter with him?”

Jordan hesitated, telling Max means she’s going to have to tell her story once again. Before she could answer, Paul answered for her.

“She played hard to get, all because she had a shitty ex.”

“Paul shut up!” Jordan snapped at him.

“It’s true, you told us all about it last night. Now you don’t wanna talk about it?”

Max tilted his head curiously “I’m assuming it’s a long story?”

“Yeah, but to give you the cliff notes, I moved here, met a guy who turned out to be a vampire. We dated for a while and he ended up turning me into a vampire without my permission, and I may or may not have killed my whole coven and now I live in my parents basement.”

Max leaned back in his chair, his face was thoughtful. “I see.”

“There was a lot more stuff in between, but the point is that I was left with horrible trust issues for the past year and that’s why I rejected Marko at first.”

Max still looked thoughtful as Jordan spoke and the boys took notice of it pretty quickly.

“Cat got your tongue?” David asked.

“No…Marko do you mind if we talk in private real quick. The rest of you I want in the living room.”

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The boys and Jordan minus Marko all waited in the living room while Max talked to Marko. It was a sudden change and everyone had been caught off guard about it. Jordan was especially anxious about it.

“Do you think it was something I said?” Jordan turned to the others looking for reassurance.

“Who knows, I wouldn’t worry too much. Probably just chewing out Marko to make sure he treats you like a queen.” Paul sprawled out on the couch with his head on Dwayne’s lap as he spoke to Jordan.

“But what if he comes out saying it’s something about me and I might be causing problems.”

The boys all groaned quietly, then Dwayne shoved Paul off of him and asked “If I eavesdrop will you stop worrying?”

Jordan thought for a moment “Sure, just make sure they don’t notice you.”

Dwayne stood up and quietly moved towards the kitchen to listen in, he caught on to the middle of their convo.

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“You know the rules Marko.”

“Bullshit, she said she killed him. How do you know for a fact he’s still alive, I’m sure I would’ve noticed.”

“She just has a presence on her, it’s unmistakable, I know the feeling of a sire when I feel it.”

Marko huffed in frustration, “The hell am I supposed to tell her? That her ex is still alive and is watching her? She’d probably drop dead.”

Max laid a heavy hand on his shoulder “Listen, I understand this is hard, but even if you wanted to be with her, her sire will try to fight you for her. I don’t want to have to come and save you.”

Marko shook his shoulder to remove his sire’s hand “I don’t need your help, I’ll find him myself and fuck him up.”

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Dwayne perked up at the convo and returned back to the living room, as soon as he’s back Jordan stood up and approached him.

“What did you hear?”

Dwayne reached a hand up to scratch the back of his neck not saying a word.

“Please don’t tell me it was bad…”

“Listen, I wanna ask you something first. When you killed your ex, are you absolutely sure he was dead?”

“Of course! A stake to the heart instantly kills a vampire right?”

No one says a word for a moment.

“Well not if he’s your sire, a fledgling can’t kill their own sire in the typical vampire slaying way.”

Jordan’s face pales “You’re kidding, right?”

Dwayne then speaks again “Shit, then it might be possible.”

Jordan doesn’t say another word, and makes a beeline for the door and runs out into the woods surrounding Max’s house. The others don’t even have the chance to stop her and just stand by the open door.

“You guys stay here, I’ll go get her.” David quickly follows after Jordan.

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She didn’t know how long she’d been running for, a part of her didn’t even know why she was running. She just knew she wanted to get away, she couldn’t even fathom the idea of her ex still being alive. It just couldn’t be, she found herself in the heart of the forest she ran into and stopped for a minute to ponder what was happening. 

Her mind raced with a thousand thoughts a second, she wasn’t sure who to believe. Was she right? Did she think too confidently about whether or not she finished the job?

Before she could come to a conclusion, she heard a voice from behind her.

“It’s been too long, hasn’t it?”

Swiftly turning around, Jordan felt her heart drop into her stomach upon seeing who it was.

“Viktor…”

“Jordan, you look just as beautiful as the day you left me. In fact, you may look even better.” He slowly approached her, he looked practically the same from when she originally saw him from the first time.

Jordan didn’t speak, at a loss for words. Viktor approached her until he was at least one foot in front of her.

“Too stunned to speak?”

“...How? I staked you.” She stared up at him, feeling all alarms going off in her head.

“Well, didn’t your friend already tell you? With me being your sire, you couldn’t kill me by staking me. It’s silly, isn’t it?” He lifted a finger to twirl it around her dark locks of hair.

“Silly isn’t the word for it, infuriating is more appropriate.” She stepped away from him, breaking contact.

“Oh, Jordan you’re breaking my heart. It’s been almost two years, are you ever going to let go of my mistake?”

“Mistake? You’re full of shit Viktor! You planned to turn me without my permission, that was no goddamn mistake!”

“True, but I truly never meant to hurt you. I just want you back, you’re all I have now.” 

“Bullshit, you should’ve thought better before you pulled that crap on me. I’d rather let a train run me over a thousand times over before I ever think about going back to you!”

Viktor sighed, then laughed.

“You’re stubborn, you really don’t believe me? I’ve kept an eye on you ever since you decided to go on your own. I’ve been watching you every day making sure you would be okay, if I truly wanted to do anything harmful to you I wouldn’t have already done it?”

Jordan thought back to those feelings of being watched she’d experience. It made so much sense now.

“Of course it was you…I should’ve known. You know if you truly loved me, you wouldn’t breach my damn privacy and watch me for every moment of my damn life.”

“I just wanted to keep up with what you were up to, especially after that new boy came into your life. I can smell him on you, and to be frank…it makes me sick.”

Jordan grew more defensive. “If you even try to touch Marko I swear to god you’ll have the devil to pay god dammit.”

He laughed coldly, “Cute, you love him don’t you?”

“Yes, he’s not perfect but I’ll take someone honest over a lying asshole like you. If you want me back, you’ll have to fight me for that.”

Viktor’s face was thoughtful for a moment, the wind started to pick up around them as leaves flew past them and trees swayed back and forth.

“Let’s make a wager on that, how about in a week from now, I will come visit your home. We’ll confront each other and see what happens, and just to be fair, I’ll leave you be for the week so you can get your affairs in order.”

“Fine, I’ll rip your ass to pieces, you just wait.”

He smiled, “I’m looking forward to it, by the way, don’t even think about bringing any of the clowns with you. This is between me and you only, please don’t disappoint me.”

As Viktor finished speaking, a new presence made themself known.

David stood in the same opening “Get away from her you prick.”

“I was already on my way out.” Viktor quickly left not before giving Jordan a quick peck on her cheek. She couldn’t even say anything due to how sudden it was, she only watched him leave swiftly into the woods behind her.

“He didn’t hurt you did he?” David approached her watching her.

“Not physically.” She turned back to face David.

“Don’t let him get to you, we’ll put his dick in the dirt before he even has the chance to take you away from us.”

David moved to leave before Jordan ran in front of him, cutting him off. 

“NO!” He raised an eyebrow at her sudden outburst, “I mean, no. Don’t bother.”

“Don’t tell me you feel bad for that bastard.”

“Of course not! I mean you can’t tell anyone about this, because I told Viktor that I’d confront him on my own. He doesn’t want anyone else with me, me bringing you guys along means I’m admitting defeat!”

“Who gives a shit! What makes you think you’ll be able to take him on by yourself when you couldn’t even take me on.”

“I’ve gotten stronger!”

“Bullshit.”

Jordan moved to attack David, but with a quick reaction he grabbed her wrist and crushed it under his vampiric strength making her falter. He let go and watched as Jordan fell to her knees in defeat.

“You going to fight him on your own is a death sentence, I understand what you’re trying to do. But I refuse to let one of our members get themselves killed because of their own stupidity. Imagine how Marko would feel if you were killed.”

Jordan stared up at David in disbelief, but she realized that he was being genuine. He stared her down making her know her place in their coven, Jordan stood up slowly.

“That’s a good point, but I will never truly be Marko’s mate if I never get rid of Viktor for good. I appreciate your care, but I need you to keep this between you and me. If I need you guys to help me, I’ll let you know. Just give me a chance to at least try, I’m tired of running.”

David said nothing, he sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Fine…but if Marko finds out, it’s your problem.”

“Fine by me.”

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[roguelov]

Omggg imagine Morpheus and Hob saving their soulmate within an inch of her life, like if they were even a minute behind, Death would’ve come for her first. Like they were told by Destiny that they have another soulmate and that she is in danger and they must find her and save her🥺 They save her just in time and she moves into the Dreaming with them and they take care of her, Morpheus helping her through the nightmares and Hob helping her with the trauma because he’s had a lot of experience with trauma in his long life 🥺

Just full on angst?? I got you my love (also somewhat shameless plug of one fic I wrote very similar to this)

“Excuse me?”

“You have another -“

Morpheus cut off his dear brother, Destiny, “I heard you, but I am questioning as to why you decide now to give us such information now.”

Hob gently squeezed Morpheus’s shoulder. “Let him speak.”

Destiny eyed the pair with a neutral expression, the expression of a director watching his actors play out the scene he had seen multiple times. “As I was saying, you have another soulmate, however, they are in trouble.”

“Where?” Morpheus gritted his teeth. “And you still have no explained why you told us now?”

“Where, is for you to find out. And as to why for it is simply the right time.” Destiny slowly spun around, ready to take his leave. “Death lingers near, so I would suggest you to move with haste.”

Destiny disappeared, leaving the pair in an empty part of the castle, but worst of all, leaving them with their stirring thoughts and wild imagination.

Hob cleared his throat, “We will find them.”

Morpheus sighed, dropping his shoulders. His dear brother was infuriating with his knowledge and selective in what he will share. A soulmate? Another person to love and cherish? Yet, they now lay somewhere suffering alone. A sentiment he could share. Time, however, worked against them. Neither could dawdle. Morpheus straightened his back then peered over at Hob, “You are correct, we will find them.”

Now, how they found you was heartbreaking.

Morpheus knew you had to eventually enter the Dreaming, thus later in the day - more mindful in each mortal presence that entered - he found you in the darkness. You laid in between the embrace of sweet dark slumber however your mind continued to scream out with memories of pain and torment. His nightmares desperately tried to claw at you to sink their teeth and fangs into you. Your tortured mind was ripe for the picking. Luckily, the King of Nightmares swooped in. Morpheus gently coaxed you into the Dreaming away from any horrors and allowing you a safe peaceful night. And when this stranger whispered into your ear asking where you were and how he could find you, how could you resist? It was such a sweet dream to think someone could save you, a lovely glimmer of hope.

Death slowly walked up to your battered body. She frowned but then quickly put on a comforting smile. She began to crouch down -

“They are coming with me.”

Death’s smile grew. She stood back up, looking to Morpheus. Her eyes caught the cosmic pull of tethered souls. “Wonderful, lucky me I guess. One less soul to walk with.”

Her jokes did little to calm Morpheus. He simply walked towards you with his emotions steeled, scooped you up with ease, held you firmly to his chest, then left for the Dreaming.

When you awoke a man with shoulder length hair, that glowed like fire in the sunlight, was checking you over. His eyes - kind and warm like the earth - locked with yours and the world seized. Your heart skipped, but out of fear or -

The man’s expression went from shock yet immediately softened. He gently ran his knuckle across your cheek, and a warmth filled you. “You’re safe now, love, okay?” He smiled.

Safe.

“No one will harm you, nor will I allow any nightmares to bother you.” A new voice stated. The voice was deep and soothing, making the warmth from before intensify. Turning your head, you saw a man casted by the dark. Yet, his eyes shone like stars.

“Where - where am I?” Your voice cracked as you spoke.

“Somewhere safe,” the first man spoke.

You eyed the pair, “And who are you two?”

The man pointed to himself then to his partner, “You can call me, Hob, and that’s Morpheus.”

“What -“

Hob hummed, “Rest for now, we will take care of you, okay? You’ve been through a lot.”

Certain memories flickered in the back of your mind, all such painful memories. And although you just awoke, sleep still called out to you.

Morpheus chimed in, “All your questions will be answered, but in do time.”

Oddly enough, you trusted them. You knew in your heart they would never harm you. “Okay,” you mumbled, settling deeper into the bed.

Stay, you wanted to ask. Stay until I fall asleep.

However, you kept your mouth quiet. Although something told you to trust them, they were still strangers after all.

Kind, caring strangers.

I - I don’t want to be alone again.

“Rest,” Morpheus whispered as if sensing your bubbling distress. “We will be here when you awake and when you are ready.”

“Promise?” The question, filled with fear, tumbled off your lips before you could stop it.

“Promise,” they both answered.

Your eyes widened a bit at your sudden answer. There was no hesitation, no doubt.

Safe, the word repeated itself in your head. Maybe they are right. My kind strangers.