#these crimson strings OC | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

flowerwrites06 · 6 months

Text

forest bride — myg

FOREST BRIDE | Min Yoongi | Oneshot | Requested by Anon

Original Request: hii i would like to request an arranged marriage au that turned out as a healthy relationship, unlike where oc came from y'know family full of mistreatment and favoritism. any member is fine! thank u! Plot: The business transaction of a marriage between two previous warring clans takes an unexpected turn. Pairing: Yoongi x OC (Name: Kiku) Genre: Historical Inspired | Arranged Marriage Rating: 18+ Word Count: 8.9k Warnings: emotionally distanced family dynamics, emotional abuse and bullying from family members, minor character death (mentioned), angst, explicit sexual content (unprotected, gentle). Author's Note: This was soo much fun to do! I hope you like reading it as much as I loved writing it! Thank you to the anon who requested this <3

Kiku was a quiet daughter amongst children of four in the Moon Clan. She was in the middle of the line of birth, often keeping to herself while her father doted on her brothers and her mother babied Hanaka, her sister. Kaito, the oldest son of their family, was the only person who ever paid attention Kiku.

He taught her how to play the Koto when they were younger. The soft plucking of strings were the only sounds she made in her household. Her mother, Keiko complimented the sound with the assumption that it was Hanaka. When Kaito explained that it was Kiku, their mother pointed the lack of precision at the ends of each verse.

Kiku felt safe and comforted under the wing of Kaito.

But fate had other plans.

Kaito grew sick after a hunting wound turned gangrenous and the winter only worsened his condition. When he passed, Kiku felt the searing and back-breaking weight of her family's scrutiny.

Suddenly she was no longer Kaito's companion. She was a mouth they didn't want to feed.

On the fresh cusp of spring, her parents unceremoniously announced her arrangement to marry the chief of the Onyx clan. Their rival.

"Kaito said they were dangerous," Kiku said as she knelt on the ground of their main living area. Her parents stared down at her while Hanaka and their younger brother Haruki sat on the cushioned mat.

"Kaito isn't here. Don't name him when we haven't finished mourning, stupid girl," Keiko spoke through gritted teeth.

"You will marry Chief Min Yoongi and give this family an important alliance," Daiki said with a finality to his tone.

The Onyx Clan was notorious for raiding other clans, enslaving their high-born families and treating any foreign spouses like dirt. Preventing them from causing any problems in the Moon Clan was to keep them at bay with something that they didn't think was a risk.

Keiko would never send Hanaka to a place like that. Perhaps Kiku was prepared specifically for this very alliance, forcing themselves not to love her so they could make a difficult decision. Perhaps that was just her own heart trying to find a glimpse of love in a place that had none for her since the beginning.

Kiku lowered her head in a solemn acceptance, her dress still black and her heart still raw from mourning the only family member who loved her. "I will do as you wish."

The wedding flourished during a misty, cold morning just at the skirts of dawn where purple kissed the edges of the mountains. Kiku wore a white dress of pretty silk, embroidered in both ivory and crimson thread as if the cloth bled. A white veil laid over her head giving the world around her more of a misty vision.

They held the wedding in the central border between the Moon and Onyx Clan. There was a gentle plain where it was decorated with flowers, divided with wood and a tea set prepared on a small wooden table. Her father walked her over to the table.

Kiku forced herself not to look at her groom just yet. Instead staring at the teapot in front of them, spouting a plume of steam with the faint hint of jasmine and honey in her nose. Tea ceremonies during weddings were a common tradition amongst both clans. Thankfully, it was a tea that Kiku enjoyed but the symbol of it dawned on her like a heavy weight on her back.

Sharing tea with a man outside her family was a sign that she was now connected to him. Bonded to him. A man that Kiku hadn't even looked at yet. So she gained some bravery within herself and stared up.

Min Yoongi wasn't a large man but he was taller than her. In this vulnerable state, he looked like a looming statue. It wasn't necessarily his stature but his presence that created weight. His black eyes pierced deeply into her as if peeling off layers of every protective sense she had of herself.

A deep scar ran down his eye, making it a little greyer than the left eye. His lips were pursed and a little pink while his pitch black hair was long to the nape. Short hair was often a sign of a deadly warrior. Someone who killed many without mercy and had little honour. At least that was what her parents told her.

The esteemed monk stepped to the front of the altar and began to recite ancient chants of a bonding ritual. Kiku tried to focus on the words but she couldn't stop keeping Yoongi's gaze. His eyes softened just then when she wasn't loosening her gaze either. As if he was waiting for her to look at him.

For a brief moment, Kiku noticed something gentle behind that demeanour. Or perhaps it was yet again her mind tricking her into feeling something positive when her world was turning upside down and she couldn't do anything about it. Yoongi glanced briefly over to the monk as they stepped to the table.

He waved his hands as he spoke his chants before gesturing to a young boy.

It was the father's duty to pour the tea. So Daiki poured it with a solemn face, almost bored. The waft of jasmine and honey coated her nose, giving her some comfort.

The groom shared his tea with the bride first. Yoongi's hands were veined heavily as if he were training in the dark hours of the morning before coming here. He reached out carefully, slow enough so Kiku didn't feel shocked. He pulled at the fabric and revealed her face, the cold morning breeze kissing her heated up skin.

Yoongi picked the tea cup, softly placing the brim of the cup to her lips.

Kiku kept her eyes on him right until she felt the warm honey touch of the tea on her tongue. She slowly pressed her lips together as he pulled the cup away. Just as Yoongi's cup clinked down, she picked up her own cup.

Yoongi lowered his head a little, making it easy to her to gently tip the cup. He took a sip, his throat bobbed up and down before she placed it back on the table.

The ceremony had been sealed. Even as Kiku foolishly tried to look back and say goodbye to her family, her mother was already fixing Hanaka's hair and her father continued speaking to Haruki. Niether of them gave any indication that they wished for a goodbye so Kiku turned back without a word.

Yoongi held her hand, just barely brushing at first to ensure Kiku would respond.

Kiku curled her fingers around his, allowing him to fully intertwine together before making way to the horses.

Yoongi clasped her waist, pushing her up to sit on the horse. Then he sat behind her, grabbing the reins as the scent of rain wafted in Kiku's nose.

The air turned wet to the touch and she noticed the darkened splotches on the tree bark of a soft drizzle slowly turning to gentle rain.

"Are you sure you don't want to speak to them?" Yoongi uttered his first question as her husband and Kiku wasn't sure how to respond or feel.

Kiku glanced briefly at her family, seeing Haruki rubbing his brow in boredom while her mother was still having a conversation with Hanaka, touching her chin. Still none of them tried to look her away. "It's alright."

Yoongi didn't order the horse to move for a few minutes before a small hum vibrated through his chest, tingling her back. "Very well," he said. He made a clicking noise and the horse began to gallop at a steady pace.

The forest that was considered Moon Clan's territory was an identical stream of teal leaved trees and small wildflowers, clustered amongst light brown mushrooms and wet lands. Kiku enjoyed walking through them purely because it was peace outside of her household.

However, Onyx Clan's territory harboured something so different that it almost felt magical. There were still those collections of teal leaved trees that wafted a sweet scent. Other than that, she saw patches of yellow and pink flowers, flat mushrooms that blushed at the edges and pretty deep green vines that wrapped around dark tree bark.

The sun began peeking a sharp light at the edge of the mountains, making the distant rivers look like melted gold.

The Onyx Clan itself was a beautiful village, with calmly sleeping cows and horses in their stables. Night food stalls open for business as families were out to eat chilli noodles and honeycomb candy. Moon Clan was so used to clean diets and fresh fish that the deep, spiced notes of the stalls overwhelmed Kiku, reminding her even more than she wasn't in her old household anymore.

People of the Onyx Clan gave way when they noticed Yoongi riding into the village. Their faces filled with smiles and excited whispers as they noticed her white dress. A little girl waved shyly at her.

Kiku hesitated but waved back with a faint smile.

As they arrived to the main cluster of houses for the high-born Min family, Kiku saw a group of people waiting for them.

Yoongi jumped off the house with a thud before gently holding onto Kiku again and helping her onto the ground as well. A small set of stairs led up to the cluster of houses.

When they reached, the older woman in centre gave a kind smile. By the way she was dressed in a beautiful silk kimono and the way Yoongi bowed low when seeing her, Kiku knew she was the matriarch of the family. Seeing so much kindness after her grief was something Kiku hadn't prepared herself to expect. So for a moment, she felt lost and unable to respond. She managed to give a wide enough smile.

"Bloody hell, Yoongi, you scared the shit out of her," a young woman from the side chuckled. Not in mockery but just jovial nature.

"Yun," the older woman reprimanded with a serious expression. "Manners." She turned back to Kiku with a smile. "Sorry, my dear, I understand you're in a new place. And our clans haven't had the best relationship but you are family now." She reached out and touched her hand.

Kiku could've been moved to tears at a warm mother's touch but she kept herself strong.

"My name is Hwayoung," she said. "These are my daughters Nari and Yun. I have a son named Yeong but he's away on a trip and will return tomorrow."

Kiku nodded. "It's lovely to meet you."

Hwayoung's flickered to Yoongi. "Let's have dinner and then you both can go rest."

After their dinner concluded and Kiku's belly was warm, they convened back to their bed chambers.

Kiku was given night dresses and also new clothes for the next few days. Especially since her family didn't give her any dress to take except for one.

For a while, the room was left empty with just Kiku watching the fire flicker before skimming through the books laid upon the mantle. It was mostly war and history stories along with some manuals on mastering the sword. Kiku wished she had some books on the Koto to play and fill her days that didn't have to do with having Yoongi's children. But she wasn't sure.

Hwayoung and Yoongi's sisters seemed nice enough but there was no way of telling whether it was a momentary ruse. After all, they couldn't be rude to her in front of everyone. Although a part of Kiku wanted to believe that their kind faces were genuine.

The door then clicked open. Yoongi walked through, wearing a relaxed black silk shirt and his hair tousled as if he had just taken a bath. He closed the door behind him, expression taken aback for a moment as if he hadn't expected someone in his bed chambers before softening.

"Do you have everything you need?" Yoongi asked.

"Yes, thank you." Kiku walked forward to him as he sat at the edge of the bed. She didn't say anything yet but Yoongi's throat bobbed up and down.

Stammering, he said. "We can just sleep."

Kiku blinked curiously. Of all the things she expected, this wasn't one of them. It was relieving that he was kind but to completely let her adjust to the new place was not on the list of expectation. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," Yoongi said, keeping his eyes on her. "It's been a long day. We should both rest."

Kiku intertwined her fingers together and nodded, feeling a strange warmth in her chest. "Alright. Good night."

In the morning, Kiku awoke to an empty space in her bed. When one of the maidservants entered to serve her, she explained that Yoongi went out to train early in the morning just before breakfast to keep him awake.

Kiku hoped she didn't look scared to deter him into performing any marital duties. Perhaps throughout the day, she could try to comfort him. She knew what she was getting into.

After taking a warm bath with the maidservant being surprisingly gentle and kind, Kiku was called into breakfast by Hwayoung.

The Min family gathered under a gazebo structure made from black wood. It was round and the food laid out smelled like home in a place that hadn't been her home for a full day yet. Baked fish, soups, rice, fruits for sweetness. It was a spread for something that usually rushed in her family. Or at least Kiku would have to eat quickly.

Kiku sat down next to Yoongi while Yun and Nari continued on their conversation. Yoongi's brother, Yeong came in from his trip and he looked a softer compared to his older brother and smiled often. Usually making jokes with his mother.

Yoongi ate fish and seemed to prefer the soups over rice.

While the others were deep in their conversation, Kiku leaned in slightly. "How was training?" she asked.

Yoongi looked up, again a little shocked but quickly softened. "It was good."

"Yoongi gets quite sore after his training, Kiku," Yun said with a small smirk. "Maybe later in the afternoon, you should give him a massage. Lord knows he needs a good one."

Yoongi glared for a moment but Kiku found it endearing.

"Yun," Hwayoung reprimanded but with a playful air this time rather than the disciplinary one of last night. "Kiku should not be forced to do anything she doesn't want to."

Kiku stammered. "I'm alright with it. I used to give shoulder massages to my brother all the time."

Yoongi cleared his throat. "It's really alright." He nodded.

Kiku smiled politely, lowering her head.

"Perhaps Kiku should come spend the day with us since brother insists on being boring," Yun said.

"I am new here," Kiku said.

"A tour then," Nari said.

Hwayoung perked up. "You can take her down to the markets and get some silks or jewellery. There's lots of music playing there too."

Kiku blinked curiously. "Would there be any Koto players?"

"You like the Koto?" Hwayoung asked.

"My brother taught me how to play." Kiku's heart clenched at the mention of him again. It had been so lovely to be in a place like this. How nice would it have been if their family all spoke so easily to one another.

"That's sweet. How is your brother now?"

"He's passed away," Kiku said.

"I'm sorry, my dear." Hwayoung's eyes turned sad. Both of empathy for her but something else. "I lost my husband a while ago as well. I understand it can feel empty." The table turned quiet for a few moments to remember their father

"Thank you." Kiku's words were simple but Hwayoung didn't fully realise just how much comforting words directed at her. Like a warm, tight hug that she could cry into.

Kiku spent her time walking around with Yun and Nari as they explained all the ins and outs of the clan's main village. They had three smaller towns that used the same supplies and answered to Yoongi as Chief but this was the clan that Yoongi's ancestors had built and it was beautiful.

Nari took her to the bookshop and silk store. Kiku bought herself a pretty purple silk dress while also getting books on poetry that she used to enjoy listening to. A poetess would visit their clan when they were younger and Kaito would work in the shadow puppet shows to re-enact them.

It was one of the few things Kiku was allowed to watch with the family while helping Kaito work with the puppets.

Then they went to the food stalls. Kiku ate spicy dumpling noodles with mushrooms foraged from the forest. Apparently they helped with childbearing as the old woman stated, clearly knowing that it was going to be her who bears the next Chief. Kiku hadn't quite let that sink in but even when she did think about it, it wasn't a horrible thought.

Kiku, Yun and Nari then made their way to the training grounds once their bellies were full and their cheeks hurt from laughing. Kiku hadn't laughed or smiled like this since Kaito made jokes to cheer her up. While they did bicker, Yun and Nari seemed like they were close and loving to one another.

Kiku wondered if Hanaka and her would have ever been like that if their mother didn't get involved so much.

At the centre of the training grounds, Kiku saw Yoongi training with his younger brother Yeong. He spoke instructions for Yeong to follow, keeping one hand behind his back as if to hinder himself from making any strong moves. Yeong kept his hands tight on the hilt of the sword, swinging right against Yoongi's parries as the clang of steel whistled in the air.

Kiku found herself seeing the concentrated scrunch of his dark brows, sharp jawline a little clenched as he parried another attack. His black hair was tied back with chunks of it falling over the frame of his face. "He does this every morning."

Yun hummed. "You like what you see?"

Kiku cleared her throat. "It's nice he's teaching his brother."

"Yeong should focus on his studies too but he keeps running to brother for more training," Nari said. "Yoongi never refuses. He likes training for no reason."

"Ever since father died, brother trains constantly. There's no war but he always says there might be danger," Yun said. "Even with your alliance, he's still weary." Nari quickly nudged her arm and for the first time, Yun felt a little uncomfortable.

Kiku pursed her lips together. She wondered if Yoongi was suspicious that her father would run an attack on them regardless of their alliance. While Kiku was a small risk to lose in the family, her father still may break the deal. She had little trust in her father and wouldn't be surprised if he wishes to prove some kind of point.

As she shifted in and out of her thoughts, Kiku saw Yoongi turn to notice them watching. Notice her watching. Kiku tried to look down at the wrapped silk dress in her arms, hoping it wouldn't look too suspicious. Yoongi turned to tell Yeong to take a break before making his way over to Kiku.

"Looks like your husband wishes to speak to you." Yun smirked, returning to her demeanour as if nothing happened. She pushed Nari towards Yeong to speak to him instead.

Yoongi raised his brow as his sisters rushed away. Beads of sweat had formed on his hairline as he met Kiku's gaze. "They didn't bother you too much?"

Kiku was shocked by what sounded like a genuine question. "No. They were lovely. They showed me around the main town."

"I can see that," Yoongi said before giving his sword away to a servant. "Come with me."

Kiku nodded and followed him out of the training grounds.

They moved from the training grounds back into the cluster of houses where the Min family resided. Yoongi escorted her to their personal house and Kiku wondered whether Yoongi wanted to pursue their marital duties now that he was given time.

It was strange but Kiku's heart pounded not quite out of fear or worry. It was simply curiosity and perhaps even a little excitement. Everything Yoongi had done so far was give her comfort.

As they entered the main house, a beautiful polished Koto stood in the living area.

Kiku's breath caught in her throat as she looked at the Koto which had beautiful ivory finishes and a soft chair to sit on while playing. "Is this for me?" she asked in a low tone.

"You said you used to play Koto. I figured you'd like to play in your free time," Yoongi said. "Your parents didn't pack much for your trip." He shrugged.

Kiku's lips parted as she reached out and touched the Koto. Memories of playing with her brother and learning every note with him burst in her like sweetness. Tears formed a thin gloss on her eyes, as she took a deep breath.

"Is it alright?" Yoongi asked.

"It's perfect," Kiku said. She turned and smiled. "Thank you. You didn't need to do that."

"It was nothing," Yoongi said. "It's your home now too."

Kiku nodded as her heart swelled.

"Also if my mother starts giving you too many lessons, I can get you a secret room."

Kiku let out a small chuckle. "It's okay. I'd like a lesson."

Yoongi pressed his lips together, a hint of a soft smile forming on his features which only made Kiku's heart warm.

Kiku's time in the Onyx Clan was far more pleasant and loving than she ever expected. Before she even realised, four months had passed. Kiku spent days with Yun and Nari, had meals with Hwayoung and then spent a quiet night with Yoongi. It was still innocent between the two of them but she enjoyed those quiet moments sharing things about their day. Yoongi still didn't speak on any personal things and Kiku didn't want to pry on how he got the scar on his eye or about his father's death. But it was still nice.

Kiku nearly forgot that she had another life prior to these few months. It was only when her younger brother, Haruki came to visit the clan. Discomfort returned to her chest, aching and making her twitch. She barely spoke to Haruki and every time they had a conversation, it was malicious. Haruki found joy in insulting her and demanding her to do things as a way to mimic their father.

Kiku reminded herself that she wasn't in that place anymore. This was her home too. She wore her new purple silk dress and pinned her hair up while the servants prepared a tea set on the floor table.

Haruki entered the private house as escorted by the servants. A childish grimace on his face as always but his chest puffed to look like father.

Kiku kept sited at the table.

Haruki stood over her for a few moments as if waiting for her to stand. "You wouldn't bother to see your brother at the border."

"You've come at a busy hour," Kiku said. Truthfully, she wanted to be in the warm comfort of her home to breathe easy and hide her shaking fingers. "What did you need?"

Haruki scoffed and sat down, tapping the side of the teacup. "Father's dead."

Kiku had little love for her father but she still sit in a moment of silence, unable to know what do with the news. "What happened?"

"We need more supplies," Haruki said, ignoring her question.

It was courtesy anyway so she didn't ask again. "The Moon clan has spare granaries for those occasions."

"We have an alliance." Haruki eyed her up and down. "I'd expect you to tend to it since you're clearly not tending to any children."

"What happened to the granaries, Haruki?" Kiku asked, emphasising his name.

Haruki pursed her lips, keeping his eyes on her gaze and waiting for her to look down. When she didn't, Haruki's face twitched. "We'd been using it."

"For what?"

"That's none of your concern," Haruki said.

"So not emergencies then," Kiku said.

"You can't speak to me that way." Haruki chuckled bitterly.

"I'm the Lady of this territory and your older sister, I can speak to you in whatever tone is necessary." Kiku narrowed her gaze. "What happened?"

Haruki tightened his jaw like a stubborn child. "We'd been taking from it for the banquets. Father and mother celebrated a lot because you were gone."

"And after brother's death," Kiku said.

"Don't talk about brother."

"He was my brother too. More a brother than you ever were."

Poison laced in his voice. "Kaito spent time with you because he felt bad for you. You were this pathetic thing crouching around everywhere. The only time people said anything nice about you was in order to fuck you. Don't pretend you were someone special to him or Yoongi." Haruki gestured to the door. "He's not even willing to put a baby in you." He chuckled.

"I don't appreciate being spoken for, Chief Min," Yoongi's deep voice shook through the room.

Haruki turned his head, expression turning sour.

Yoongi walked into the house, shadows forming harsh lines on his face as something dark flashes across his expression. For a moment, he looked like the exact nightmarish image of what the Moon clan thought of the Min family. Even barefooted steps added a heavy echo in the air that it sent chills down her own spine despite the fact she knew this demeanour wasn't for her intimidation. "You can have your supplies at the border."

Haruki deflated as if letting out a sigh of relief. "I should've gone to you first then, Chief. It seems I expected too much of my silly sister." He gave a triumphant smile to her.

"Of course, she made the mistake of thinking you were far too competent." Yoongi intertwined his fingers together, veined and hardened from training.

Haruki's expression turned again, cheeks reddening. "Excuse me?"

"Don't worry, I won't make that mistake." The corner of his mouth quirked up. "Perhaps we'll have a charity basket at the border."

Haruki stood to his feet quickly, shaking and trembling like a little boy. "You go too far."

"Do I? Because it seems as if you've come here asking for more than the agreed alliance and proceeding to disrespect my wife," Yoongi said. "The way I see it, giving you a charity basket is more mercy than you deserve currently. I suggest you take it quietly."

Haruki had all the inflated confidence their parents bloated into him from childhood. If he was even the slightest bit stupider, he would speak and in a brief second of that stupidity, he almost did. But then he glared at Kiku. "You'd let him talk to your family like that?"

Anger spread through her chest. Now he wanted to be family, when it benefited him. "If only you were true family then perhaps not."

Haruki grimaced, giving a softer glare to Yoongi before turning on his heel and stomping out of the house.

Kiku let out a deep, shaky breath as her spine began to ache from the tension. She closed her eyes and tried to catch her calm again, taking the scent of wood and warmth in her comfortable home. She heard Yoongi moving until she heard his hum right at her ear.

"Quite the unpleasant family you have," Yoongi mused.

Kiku couldn't help but let out a small, saddened chuckle. "Kaito was the only good one."

Yoongi turned and sat down next to her, shoulders pressed.

The heaviness gave Kiku a wave of comfort like the way his breath hit the back of his neck when they slept.

"If he comes again, I'll ask the guards to delegate him to me or my mother," Yoongi said. "There's no need for you to speak to them if you don't want to."

"You won't be burdened by them?" Kiku asked, turning her head and finding his face incredibly close.

"No one should speak like that to you especially not in our own house." Yoongi waved his hand.

Kiku smiled as her heart burst into little butterflies, creating a lump in her throat. She leaned in and pressed a small kiss on his cheek.

Yoongi turned his head just as Kiku was pulling away, their noses brushed against each other. Dark eyes pierced into her, keeping her still in her position even though her body ached for how close they were. Yoongi kissed her lips, shyly at first to help her adjust to the action.

The tantalizing warmth that passed through Kiku pushed her to lean into the kiss, cupping his cheek. Yoongi's hands held onto her lower back pulling her close until she was pressed flush against his chest.

His lips were hot against hers, keeping his grip on her firm but so soft and gentle. Yoongi only broke the kiss for a moment as Kiku caught a deep breath before pressing her lips again. She gripped onto the fabric of his shirt until Yoongi pulled her enough for her to straddle him completely.

Yoongi held her face in his hand, pausing their kiss again to move his lips down to her neck and jawline. Every ache that she felt from her encounter with Haruki melted away at his touch. He pulled at the pins of her hair, letting it fall down the trail of her back. His fingers traced the length of her spine, making her shiver. Tongue grazed over the soft spot on her neck as her hips began to sway against his own.

Yoongi let out a small groan, lifting his head up. His chest heaved in desperation, gripping onto her hair and keeping their foreheads pressed together.

Kiku reached in again but Yoongi kept her in place.

"Are you sure?" Yoongi asked in a rasped voice that made her tremble.

Kiku nodded. "I'm sure." She reached in and kissed him again, deeper and pleading to ensure he knew this was what she wanted.

But a knock on the door startled them.

Yoongi let out a small, frustrated sigh. "What is it?" he asked.

Kiku got off his lap slowly with a clear of her throat, trying to fix her hair as the door opened to a servant.

"Sorry, sire. Your mother needs your audience for something." The servant kept their head bowed as if already knowing the position he could've caught them in.

Yoongi turned and gave Kiku a soft look.

Kiku gave a reassuring smile, patting his arm before he got to his feet and walked away. Leaving her heart pounding manically.

Another week passed since their kiss. Yoongi wasn't distant necessarily but it did feel like nothing changed. Kiku wondered perhaps he didn't enjoy it. He was the Chief and had many choices of his own. Kiku was an alliance marriage. Any affection that they developed may have just been a spur of the moment as they lived under the same roof. Despite all the explanations she's made in her head, it still twinged something in Kiku. With the kindness received from Yoongis family, she imagined that something would be wrong. She traded a kinder family for a husband that didn't quite enjoy her affection. She'd take it though.

This morning, the family sat around the table for breakfast. Yoongi gave her a glance here and there but it was still distant. Kiku tried to smile back but he immediately looked away.

"So Kiku has been immensely calm these past few days," Yun said, a smirk playing on her lips. "Ma says it's often a sign of...something on the way." Her eyes flickered down to gesture to her stomach.

Kiku's cheeks burned, stammering. "No, it's not that." She shook her head. "I had my bleeding." She couldn't quite hide the slight disappointment in her tone. Kiku never thought about children especially with the experiences she had with her own family. But something about the silence from Yoongi made grasp at unnecessary desires of children or anything to melt off the ice between them.

Yun hummed, pouting. "That's a shame, I wanted nieces and nephews." She poked at her food, the light breeze making strands of her dark hair dance.

"Don't pressure them," Nari said, her tone serious. "They need to be relaxed when they do it."

"Girls, quiet." Hwayoung narrowed her gaze, letting out a defeated sigh. "Don't listen to them." She smiled. "These things take time."

Yoongi stayed silent and Kiku herself couldn't find anything to say but give a reassuring smile. Even though she worried Yoongi won't come near her a second time.

Kiku played her Koto in the afternoon while Yoongi was out supervising the patrol. Usually it would take him till evening to come back. But today he came in early, stomping and breathing out with frustration. A strange sight from someone who was so calm. Raven black hair glistened from sweat, patches of dust latched onto his skin and his jaw terribly tightened as if it might make break his teeth.

Strangely enough, it was relieving to see some emotion in Yoongi after all the distance. Kiku stood from the Koto. "What's wrong?" She asked gently.

"Your damn brother," he seethed. "His men attacked one of my scouts." Yoongi poured water into a goblet and chugged it.

Kiku's heart dropped. "What?"

"Apparently they'd been disturbing the peace. But they didn't plan for me to come." His scar looked deeper and darker when he was angry. "Mother was weary about them for a while but I didn't think they'd stoop to petty little violence."

Kiku lowered her head, almost in shame. Even though she felt more connected to Yoongi's family, her name and identity was still attached to the people she grew up with. It was embarrassing seeing others witness the pettiness that she endured her whole life. The same pettiness that Kaito hated. "I'm sorry," she said.

Yoongi stilled for a moment, dark brows furrowed as he turned to Kiku. "Why're you apologizing?"

Kiku stammered. "It's my family. They're like this, our parents made you all seem like monsters and Haruki would do anything to make himself feel like father would be proud." She shook her head.

"Well, that's their mistake, not yours." Yoongi spoke under her breath but Kiku clung to every word and kept it close to her chest.

She reached out and touched his arm. "Is there anything I can do?"

Yoongi stared at her deeply and so long that Kiku felt like layers of her soul were being peeled. Then he broke the gaze and tried to walk back to their bedroom. "No, it's okay."

Kiku's stomach clenched as once again, the ice began to form. But this time she wasn't going relent quietly. "Yoongi, you don't have to protect my feelings. If this is too much of a burden to you then I can leave."

Yoongi stopped, looking over his shoulder to her. The expression on his face, harsh. "What?"

Kiku dug her nails into her palms to give herself some form of strength. "I can handle my family, I've lived with them my whole life. But...I don't want you to be married to someone you don't truly want."

Yoongi's throat bobbed up and down. "Is that what you think?"

"I don't know," she spoke honestly. "I just know that you became distant after what happened and I—I'm unsure."

Yoongi fully turned his body around, stepping closer. "If you're unsure, then you talk to me."

"I can't speak my wishes so easily." Kiku's voice lowered as he moved closer until she could catch wafts of the forest from him. "It's not something I'm used to."

Yoongi's expression softened. He rubbed in between his brows. "I'm a little too used to my family just saying what they think." He looked up to her. "I'm sorry. I should've checked on you."

Kiki's stomach felt warm. staying silent for a moment just to ensure what she heard was right. Then she spoke in a small voice. "It's okay."

Yoongi took her hand in his, intertwining their fingers together turning her world into a burst of stars. "I will not make you go back to that place again." He muttered. "I want you here."

"You want me here?" She asked again, just to hear him say it so it could echo inside her whenever darker voices grew too loud.

"Right here. With me." Yoongi tightened his hold. "Will you do that?"

Kiku nodded, a burning behind her eyes. "I will, I promise." She smiled, touching his chest to make herself feel grounded again.

"We still need to deal with your stupid brother," Yoongi said. "He's quickly turning into a pest than an ally."

Kiku could spend years imagining Haruki as this invincible monster, similar to when they were children. But this was real now. Haruki wasn't Kaito. He was stupid and petty even when he tried to hurt her. There were a million ways to get rid of people like that. "I might have an idea."

As Kiku requested, Yoongi organized a meeting at the border between Onyx and Moon territory. A canopy was erected with a floor table where they all sat together. The edge of dawn painted the mountains and tree in a burnished gold and the scent of morning dew was the only comfort in Kiku's pool of anxiety.

She was prepared for this meeting and the decisions entailed but rarely had she spoken up to Haruki before. When Kiku tried, her mother or father would reprimand and punish her.

Even as Haruki walked to the canopy, she felt a prickle of being scolded in a few minutes. But she had push it down. She wasn't Haruki's sister here, she was a Lady of the Onyx Clan. The Chief's wife.

"This pompous meeting surely isn't about the little scuffle between scouts," Haruki said. "It's a bit of harmless fun."

Yoongi stayed silent.

"You brought your wife here too," Haruki looked Kiku up and down, making sure that he used a moniker disconnected to him.

"In regards to your previous demands, we're suggesting some changes in the alliance." Yoongi kept a calm tone even though Kiku saw the tightened grip of his hands.

Haruki chuckled. "If you don't want her anymore, just kick her out." He waved his hand. "One of your servants can have her."

Yoongi narrowed his gaze but kept his neutral expression. "As you commented on our child before, we had an idea on how to strength the bond between clans."

"And how is that?" he asked.

"Since you require our food supplies which we give to you out of kindness, we have a compromise," Yoongi said. "In exchange for our food, any child born from my wife will take the Chiefs title of the Moon clan."

Haruki's brows furrowed as his chest heaved. His glare turned to Kiku. "You put him up to this, didn't you, you bitch?"

"It was a joint decision," Kiku said, maintaining her calm demeanour. She was used to his insults. She wouldn't let it hurt her again.

"I won't agree to this, it's stupid." Haruki winced.

"Very well," Yoongi said. "Then I suggest you get your defences ready."

"What?"

"Your father must've told you how the Onyx Clan works." Yoongi began to muse and there was something... oddly satisfying about the tone. "My wolves haven't been out for a feed in a while."

"You'd attack your ally?" Haruki asked.

"Attacking my scout and disrespecting the Chiefs wife constitutes that you are breaking every rule in the alliance," Yoongi said and Haruki stayed quiet. "Giving you an alternate compromise is a mercy. I suggest you consider it. My soldiers won't care if you're a spoiled Chief who can't carry a sword properly."

Haruki grimaced, chin quivering in frustration. He looked over at Kiku, as if trying to get ready for another insult but he knew it was too late. Kiku was no longer the target to point insults at. One wrong move and Haruki loses his head along with the Moon Clan. This way they can keep their lives. Haruki was stupid but he was still too scared to die. "Fine. I accept your terms."

Yoongi hummed. "Thank you." He stood up and held onto Kiku's hand, helping her to her feet.

"What would've Kaito said about you turning your back on family?" Haruki asked, cutting into her in a place that ached like a thousand knives.

Kiku paused in place, gripping onto Yoongi's hand like her life depended on it as her heart panged in pain. Haruki knew nothing about what Kaito was like. It took her every strength and hope in her body not to throw scalding tea in his face for even insinuating that Kiku would do something to disappoint Kaito. Because Kaito wasn't like that. Kaito understood and listened. Haruki was a fool. Kiku straightened her posture, turned and looked Haruki straight in the eye. "Kaito wouldn't have caused a food shortage in the clan."

Haruki scoffed, pursing his lips together.

"Kaito did his duty, as I am. From where I'm looking, I'm not the one who made father die from disappointment." Kiku felt like a dam burst inside her as she let the words flow but seeing the Haruki's sour and pouty expression made it all worth it.

Kiku was able to breathe easy when they returned to their tent for the night. She walked over to her vanity and her maid immediately began taking pins out of her hair. She watched from the mirror as Yoongi unlatched his sword sheathe of his waist and began to pour himself a drink. The dark furrow of his brows prominent. Kiku raised a hand and smiled at the maid. "A moment, please."

The maid bowed and did as she asked, stepping out of the tent to give them privacy. Kiku took out the rest of the pins so her hair was fully open and relaxed. A dull throb formed on her scalp. She stood and made her way to Yoongi as he leaned forward on the table.

"He can be a lot to tolerate," Kiku said.

Yoongi took in a deep breath to calm himself down. "The way he talks to you, it's like you're complete strangers. Enemies, even."

Kiku swallowed the small lump in her throat. It was always normal to her, seeing the way family treated the one they didn't want with the exception of Kaito. But Yoongi valued family with his life. She could only imagine the kind of shock thrumming through him. "You have a good family. Some don't." She touched his arm. "But sometimes you find a better one."

Yoongi turned his head, his once sharp eyes now softened and sad. "If I've ever made you feel—"

"Not once." Kiku knew it like the breath she took. Yoongi and his family had been nothing but comforting and kind. She reached and pressed her forehead against his. It was almost involuntary but feeling him lean into it was the only answer she needed to keep still.

Yoongi turned his body slowly, letting their chest flush against one another before he leaned and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. His warm hand cupped her cheek softly like she was precious. He pulled away only to press kisses on her cheek and jawline, taking her into an embrace. He buried his face into the crook of her neck where the scent of jasmines wafted in his nose.

Kiku could fall asleep in this embrace. Her body and mind and every bruise in her heart soothed from the loving touch. She traced her fingers across the strands of his hair as if lulling the both of them to dreams. It was difficult to admit it in the past few months with the new changes and confusion. But today for the first time, she could surely say it.

Kiku felt loved.

The meeting had left Kiku and Yoongi tired for the evening. They rested their heads, nestled close as they tried to sleep. Tried was an effort Kiku persisted on as the hours went by. It wasn't quite a terrible night of troubling thoughts but an eagerness. She opened her eyes to see Yoongi with his eyes calmly closed, his lips a little puckered.

Kiku took a moment to watch him, reaching out a little to touch his cheek. He stirred slightly at her touch, but his eyes remained closed, his breathing steady and rhythmic. She pulled away with a defeated sigh, not wanting to wake him up. So she turned around and tried to drift off to sleep again.

It was only a few minutes later then she felt Yoongi shift, moving closer until his chest was pressed right against her back. His arm laid over her body, embracing her from behind. Kiku felt a wave of warmth and comfort wash over her as Yoongi tightened his hold.

"Can't sleep?" Yoongi asked.

Kiku hummed. "A little. It's okay, go back to sleep."

"I can be awake," Yoongis voice rasped as his face buried into the crook of her neck again. He began pressing kissing down the length of her shoulder. "Do you want me to be awake?"

Kiku smiled to herself, swaying her hips against him. "A little."

Yoongi chuckled lightly, the vibrations made her quiver in delight. He made Kiku lay on her back, climbing on top of her and sneaking between her legs. "Are you sure?" He whispered.

Kiku nodded. "I'm sure." She smiled against his lips before pressing a kiss on his bottom lip.

Yoongi kissed down the length of her neck, unravelling his night clothes and pushing up Kikus soft dress. He entered her gently, her snug walls hugging his tip before he kept pushing.

Kiku gripped onto his clothing as the sensation made her tremble under him. She swayed her hips with his movements, encouraging him to move faster. The ache was slight but the tingle of pleasure sent her into a slight dizziness. She wrapped her legs around his waist.

Yoongi brushed his fingers across her hairline, full of affection as he moved deeper inside her. He pressed sweet kisses at the corner of her lips.

Kiku smiled feverishly as the pleasure sent heat through her body, radiating like steam and intoxication.

Yoongi made sure he was slow, not just to be careful but to draw out this intimacy for as long as he could. The feeling of embrace brought back every slight desire he had in the past few months to hold or touch her. "Feel good?"

Kiku nodded, letting out a slight whimper as he continued to move at that tantalizing pace. "Good." She traced her thumb across his cheek. Strands of his hair falling over his face, curtaining over hers. Her core became slick with arousal, creating light squelch sounds as he thrusted into her with a new desperation.

His release clouded him, flooding him with an unbearable warmth until he grind himself into her. He muffled his moan against her neck.

Kiku felt his lower belly press on her sensitive spot, making her clench around him, pushing him further into his climax.

Yoongi lifted himself up, foreheads layered with sweat as they pressed against each other.

Kiku took his lips into a kiss, surging him to thrust into a steady pattern that made her lose breath. She gripped onto the side of his neck as moans broke through any form of whisper.

Yoongi quickened his pace following the pattern of her moans and the rolling of his own release. Then the sweet burst into a ricochet of pleasure and heat.

Kiku smiled, breathless as she relished in the warmth filling her. As Yoongi kept moving, he snuck his head in between her legs, targeting her sensitive spot and pushing her to the edge. Kiku's brows furrowed, aching to reach her own climax as she was full of him. Her breathing turned to quickened whimpers as she squirmed under his touch. Her back arched, head thrown back giving Yoongi the chance to kiss her neck and jawline.

Her climax bloomed, the heat of it shaking her limbs and forcing her legs to shut around him. Yoongi kissed her forehead, still rubbing on that spot until she twitched against it.

Kiku whimpered, pushing his hand away. A small laugh left his lips fuelling her with more delight. It was the most wonderful feeling she had to be embraced like this so warmly and the bliss of pleasure melting her body until she was meshed with the bed itself.

"You feel sleepier now?" Yoongi watched her with his own half-lidded, blissed eyes.

Kiku smiled as her breathing turned slow and calm. "Mhm." She traced her fingers down his cheek. "I think I've officially become your wife."

"Oh?" Yoongi's brow raised. "You weren't before?"

Kiku chuckled, slapping his chest playfully. "I mean we don't have anything to hide anymore."

Yoongi caged her in with his arms, making her feel safe and secure. "No, we don't."

Kiku blinked slowly, her finger moved gently to his scar. "Like this?"

Yoongi's expression softened into a mix of ruminating vulnerability and an old sadness that had been repeatedly reminisced. He lay down next to her, shoulders pressed flush. "My father and I go on small trips every now and then. He used to do it with every child, just to. . .talk, connect with nature and spend time." He waved his hand. "It was strange for Chiefs to do it but he said it was because he never got to speak to his own father. So, he wanted to make sure we weren't. . .without one." He let out a long breath.

"He sounds like a good father," Kiku said.

"He was." Yoongi's dark eyes melted and glossed from emotion. "One day though, bandits were prowling in the place my father and I camped. They attacked us. I got this from one of the bandits." He pointed to the scar. "Before my father told me to run while he fended them off. I called my mother and some guards to help but we were too late."

Kiku shifted and rubbed his chest. "Is that why you train so much?"

Yoongi nodded. "I want to make sure Yeong and the girls know how to defend themselves or others should the need arise." He took a deep breath, playing with Kiku's hair. "But I had a good family. We took care of each other, just like we'll take care of you."

Kiku smiled, resting her chin on his chest. "I'll take care of you all too. I still owe you a massage."

"You gave me a pretty good one a minute ago." Yoongi smirked.

Kiku chuckled. "A proper massage."

Kiku and Yoongi returned to the main houses early in the morning as the soft gold of dawn painted the forest. Hwayoung had lunch prepared with the rest of the family to welcome them home. Fresh steamed fish with tofu, rice porridge and some fresh fruits newly picked from the farms. Kiku ate happily, her appetite had grown in the months she was with this family but it made her all the more energetic and vibrant along with her excitement from the past night's events.

Something the family noticed more than Kiku realised.

Yun, in particular, stared the two of them a little too closely with a smirk. "So how was the trip, brother?" She asked in a sing-song voice.

Yoongi's eyes flickered up as he paused mid-bite. "As most political talks go with a spoiled brat of a Chief. He gave into the deal quickly," he spoke in a slightly formal tone.

Kiku quietly sipped on the last drops of her tea before he gently poured her another cup. She gave him a shy smile.

"I haven't heard much about the prospects of the Chiefs of the Moon clan but the younger son is usually unprepared," Hwayoung said thankfully to distract from what Yun actually wanted to ask.

Yeong stammered just as he took a bite of his food, looking at Hwayoung with a pout. "What'd I do?"

Hwayoung raised her hand. "I mean, generally. Not you."

Yoongi let out a small chuckle under his breath. "She means you."

Yeong sighed, pointing at him with his chopsticks. "I've beaten you in sword training before, I'll do it again."

"Did you do anything else in the trip?" Yun asked, with a wide grin, leaning forward in excitement. "You were both alone for the night. And Kiku's been. . .glowing."

Kiku's cheeks burned, clearing her throat. "I—I don't—"

"You need to stop obsessing over your brother's marriage, sweetheart, it's getting strange." Hwayoung patted the back of Yun's hand.

"It's only because you don't let me get married." Yun leaned back on her chair, folding her arms over her chest.

"Mother's protecting the men of the clan," Nari said, raising a brow.

Yun slapped Nari's arm as Yeong snorted.

"See how they bully me?" Yun asked Kiku.

Kiku chuckled, biting down her bottom lip and glancing at Yoongi. Often when she had terrible encounters with Haruki, she would get scolded by her family and live with the suffocating feeling of frustration in her chest.

Today was the first time, Kiku could cling to the happy moments and forget about Haruki or any of this harsh words. Her family threw her to the Onyx clan like a bait at the end of a fishing line but in their hatred for her, Kiku found love for her own.

masterlist

#yoongi #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts imagines #bts smut #bts angst #bts fluff #yoongi fanfic #yoongi imagines #yoongi fanfiction #bts arranged marriage au #bts x oc #yoongi x oc

505 notes · View notes

barbieaemond · 4 months

Text

Red Bird • I

Pairing(s): Aemond Targaryen x Alysanne Hightower oc, Daeron Targaryen x Alysanne Hightower (minor)

Word count: 4.8k

MASTERLIST

taglist: @zae5 @multyfangirl @arcielee @chompchompluke @bunbunbl0gs

(English is not my first language)

Red Bird.

That's how her father called her. For that crimson shade in her hair. For the old tale.

He did it when she made him laugh. He did it to comfort her. He did it on his dying bed. He called for her. But she was far, far away, locked up in a gilded cage of redstone bricks. Dreadful winged beasts to guard it.

Lord Hobert Hightower was a good man. Loyal and dutiful. He lived to serve his House and he did, ruling the most ancient city of the Realm with a firm hand but a kind heart. He had a gentler soul than his younger brother.

“Otto began to pull the strings from our mother’s womb. That’s why he was born before time.”

Joke or not, Otto was a born politician. And his older brother was proud of the stature with which Otto had incensed their noble House. No matter the cost. But King’s Landing had wrapped its coils around Otto and Hobert had watched its poison spread behind his brother's eyes, making him wary, cold, calculating. Losing his lady wife had only made things worse.

At least on that, Hobert could understand.

He had lost his Lynesse two days after Alysanne’s third nameday. She had given him three healthy sons and one daughter, but she had never recovered from her last birth. And the Lord had mourned her for many moons.

Alysanne Hightower was raised by a Septa. With each passing year, despite the strictness dictated by the clergy woman, Lord Hobert caught glimpses of his lady wife through Alysanne’s stubbornness, through the wrinkle between her eyebrows when she disagreed on something, through her loud laugh.

She was tough to yield.

He should have scolded her for that, but he hadn’t.

Ormund, his first son who was almost fifteen years older than Alysanne, periodically accused his father of spoiling her. But the Lord didn’t care, for he knew. He knew that sooner or later, Alysanne had to put aside her beloved books, forsake her fantasies, her little trips outside the castle. He knew he ought to sell her to the highest bidder.

Thus, he let her do as she liked. And she did.

She knew that in the Age of Heroes, the Ravenry of the Citadel was supposedly the stronghold of a pirate lord who robbed ships as they came down the Honeywine.

She knew that during summer nights, the cobbled streets and stone bridges below the castle would smell of moonbloom and nightshade.

She knew you would find melons and peaches in Ragpicker's Wynd. But the Thieves Market was the only one to sell pomegranates.

And if she closed her eyes, she could trace the way the beacon on the mighty Hightower would reflect on the water of the Whispering Sound, guiding the ships to port.

Oldtown.

A place she made her own, to the point it had become mental, intimate, conjurable by her fingertips wherever in the world she would be. And she knew her future would eventually led her somewhere else.

She stored everything in her mind as another library she could reach anytime she wished. She drank the words and painted thousands of images in her mind, her memories like colorful brushes.

Her father kept saying she got used to lock herself into it, amongst the dark and dusty shelves; that it was a childish habit, not properly suited for a lady, a Hightower lady at that.

But she didn't listen, she never did, to the point that once, her lord father had to forbid her any access to the libraries and no further trips downtown.

"I don't understand." she said pleading that night. Large tears were trapped into her big blue-green eyes, making them red and blurry "What wrong am I doing? What's the harm in reading?"

Her Lord Father had shaken his head, keeping his gaze fixed on the dinner plate.

"Nothing wrong with reading, red bird. But you're neglecting your other duties. Septa Brenna tells me you missed your needle work twice last week."

Alysanne took the advantage of her father not looking to roll her eyes. A tear escaped running down her cheek. "I was just late. I thought she already left my chambers."

"And why were you late?"

"Because I didn't want to go."

Lord Hobert leveled her with a reprimanding stare but she simply shrugged. "I'm awful at needle work. I’ve accepted it. The Gods accepted it. Why can't you and Septa Brenna do the same?"

"All that reading is a waste of time." her oldest brother peeped in.

It was no secret that the first and last child of Lord Hobert had little love for each other. Ormund was to inherit Oldtown, everything was due to him. No one would ever question his word, even the dullest one. She ought to fight to even state her own.

Alysanne looked at him, sitting proudly beside their father, content for having done absolutely nothing except spending the morning sparring with a sword, blabbing about hunting or jousting, or some other physical activity for which her ears were still too young to hear.

Out of pure spite, she raised her chin and faked genuine curiosity. "Can you even read, brother?"

Ormund only glared at her. "That mouth of yours will get you hurt one day, little sister. No Lord of the Realm would want a woman beside him who doesn’t know when to shut her mouth."

"Ormund, that is enough." their Lord father said, and that was the end of it.

But they used to go on the matter on regular basis until Alysanne had to cave in. She began to attend her needle work again, gaining the scowls of Septa Brenna at her awful embroidery and her father's permission to reaccess the libraries.

Thus, she went back to burying her nose in books and pages so old they seemed like dead leaves between her fingers.

Two moons after her twelveth name day, she was reading about the legendary Symeon Star-Eyes in a book she had secretly stolen or, how she liked to phrase it, accidentally borrowed.

Maesters didn't allow their precious books to be borrowed from the ancient libraries of Oldtown, not even by the only daughter of Lord Hobert Hightower.

"You have to return that."

Alysanne didn’t bother to answer, keeping her eyes focused on the book but she did raise her head to scowl at her Septa when the woman pulled her dark auburn hair a little too much.

"That was intentional."

"So was your ignoring my statement."

Alysanne and Septa Brenna didn’t exactly see eye to eye on many levels but in time they had managed to find some ground. The Septa was a rigid woman, assigned to educate Alysanne as a proper Lady of the Seven Kingdoms, a perfect Lady Hightower. Loyal and dutiful.

Too bad Alysanne had little care for duty.

She was Lord Hightower's only daughter, the last of her siblings, three brothers who had abundantly fulfilled their highest duty, carrying on the Hightower name. She was the spare and a woman, her destiny was to leave Old Town and her name behind and marry into another. She had even come to accept it in a way, as long as they leave her alone and let her do what she liked. She felt it as a blurry thing, way far in the horizon and in the future.

Until it wasn’t.

"What are you doing still up?"

Her father’s voice finally managed to make her look up from the book. Through the vanity mirror, she saw the man on the threshold, a slight dip between his eyebrows.

"Father, you know I stay up till late."

Lord Hightower sighed and closed the door. Approaching his daughter at the vanity table, he tied his hands behind his back and said "We should do something about these…rebellious attitudes of yours."

Alysanne frowned, watching his father in the mirror, his tense shoulders. He smiled briefly and put one hand on his daughter’s shoulder.

"Tomorrow is going to be a long day, daughter. You should take some rest."

"Tomorrow? Why? What is happening tomorrow?"

"The Queen will be visiting her ancestors’ home. Along with her brother, Ser Gwayne and her youngest son, Prince Daeron. I have accepted the Queen’s request to make him my cupbearer and my squire. Naturally, I said yes. How could I refuse? A Targaryen prince, here? It’s an honor."

Alysanne turned on her chair to look at this father. Eager anticipation blowing her eyes wide.

"Do you know if he will bring his dragon? I’ve read that dragons and dragon riders share a fierce and mysterious bond! Some texts claim it’s magic, from Old Valyria! Can you believe it, Father? A dragon flying over Old Town!

Lord Hightower chuckled and helped his daughter rise from her chair, escorting her to bed.

"We’ll see, red bird. Now, do as your father says and go to bed."

Alysanne sighed and went under the covers. Before leaving, Lord Hobert turned on the doorstep and looked at Septa Brenna, the wrinkles on his forehead seemed suddenly sharper.

"Make sure she’s wearing her finest dress tomorrow."

"As you wish, my lord."

When she was escorted to the hall, she felt like she was going to pass out.

Never, not once, Septa Brenna pulled the laces of her corset so tight like that morning. She had looked into the mirror and thought the dress was beautiful, yes, but she felt a bit uneasy. It was different from what she usually wore. More womanly. Even more so when Septa Brenna lowered the green straps, fully exposing her young shoulders.

She entered the room and felt many pairs of eyes on her, all the pleasant talking instantly ceased. Her father, her brothers and their ladies, they were all there. So was the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.

Alysanne looked at the woman, a young woman, clad in green, her dark hair braided and tied atop her head with threads of gold, shining brightly as the Queen inclined her head to take a long and better look at Alysanne.

The young lady almost startled when she heard Septa Brenna hissing on her neck. "Seven Hells, child, what are you doing? Go pay your respects to the Queen."

And she did. She approached the Queen and bent her knees.

"My Queen. It is the highest of honors to meet you."

Silence followed for almost a minute, then the Queen smiled warmly and took Alysanne by the hands. "My dearest cousin, how much you have grown. It warms my heart to see what a lovely lady you’ve become."

Alysanne managed a smile, looking down at the Queen’s hands holding her own. She couldn’t but notice her nails, all red and chapped.

"You honor me, your Grace. It is a delight, for all of us, to have you here, back in your ancient and noble house."

Queen Alicent smiled again, with distant nostalgia, even sadness. Whatever it was, it didn’t reach her eyes. Then she turned, beckoning someone to come forward.

"This is my youngest son. Prince Daeron Targaryen. Son, meet Lady Alysanne Hightower."

A young boy, maybe a year younger that her, stepped forward, one arm behind his back and the other outstretched to her, palm upwards.

"My lady." he said politely, waiting for her hand.

"My prince."

Once he kissed her hand, he straightened his back and smiled. Although she was taller than him, Alysanne was slightly taken aback by his appearance.

She had never seen a Targaryen before, save for book illustrations, and the princeling before her looked the spitting image of Old Valyria: shining curls of silver falling around a delicate face and two violet eyes. He wore black, but the cloak resting on his left shoulder was green, tied to his doublet by a three-headed silver dragon.

Stepping back, the Queen and Lord Hobert shared a long look.

"I think it’s best to retire for a while before the banquet."

"Of course, your Grace. I have had your old chambers prepared for you."

Alicent smiled and took her leave with a nod. When she was out, Alysanne saw the lady wives of her brothers do the same, so she went for the door as well.

"Not you, sister." Ormund said, and she stopped.

She was standing in front of Septa Brenna, who gave her a small sympathetic smile, a genuine one, before leaving the room.

Alysanne turned on her heels to face her family and clasped her hands on her green gown. A dreadful feeling began twisting her stomach.

For a moment no one talked, but then her father stepped forward and grabbed her softly by the shoulders. "My daughter. My sweet only daughter. You’re young but I dim you wise enough to understand the consequences of the Queen coming here."

Alysanne swallowed and lowered her gaze, feeling that blurry thing suddenly becoming limpid, and then blinding.

"I—"

"It’s true that the Queen wanted to escort her son here. She cares deeply about her children. But that is not the only reason."

"She wanted to see me."

"Indeed. And you know why?"

The young lady looked up in her father’s eyes and saw her future, arranged and sealed like one of the ships leaving port. Duty was calling.

"I am to marry the prince."

Lord Hightower only nodded. Then he smiled, kindly, taking her daughter’s face between his hands.

“You need not worry, red bird. We will stand by you, always. We will light your way."

Her lip started to quiver but she refused to cry, not in front of her brothers. "Father, I beg you. I will do as you command, just…don’t make me leave Oldtown so soon."

At this, Lord Hobert stopped looking at her and withdrew his hands.

"You must understand, Alysanne. There will be preparations to be done."

"What kind of preparations? Can’t they be done here?"

"Preparations regarding your education." her oldest brother intruded again.

Alysanne turned her head to look at him, a grimace twisting her mouth. "My education is perfectly fine, brother. I’m afraid the same cannot be said about yours."

"Meaning?"

"Enough." said Lord Hightower, but Ormund laughed and pointed a lazy finger at his sister.

"That is what I’m talking about. Your education is quite alright sister, it is your tongue that needs to be educated."

"I said enough!"

This time Lord Hobert almost yelled, shushing his bickering children. Then, with a loud sigh, he looked at his daughter and his tone became commanding, like it never was before.

"Prince Daeron will stay here until he becomes a knight. You will have the chance to stay close to your future husband and get to know him. A chance most ladies are not granted in the matter of arranged weddings. But when the time comes, as in when Queen Alicent decides so, you will leave Oldtown and take a place amongst Princess Helaena’s ladies in waiting, in order to learn and live the court.

"Father—"

"It’s an order, Alysanne!" the Lord snapped "You are not suited to marry a prince now. But you will be. Your brother is right. You are too willful. You can’t allow yourself to speak out of turn at the Red Keep. Not with my brother, the Hand, there. Not when the King’s health worsens day by day and the winds carry whispers of war. Not when the House of the Dragon stands more divided than ever. House Hightower must stay united. This is a duty we all must endure. You too, red bird."

Alysanne fixed her eyes on the floor and swallowed, tasting salt in the back of her throat. "As you command, Father."

The banquet was a grand thing. Cooks outdid themselves with their best skills to honor and impress the Queen. She was given the best seat at the head of the table, with her son sitting next to her and Alysanne right beside him.

The young lady spent the afternoon in a bubble of doubt. She knew this day would eventually come, she had feared it, but now that it was actually happening, she didn’t know how she was supposed to feel. She wasn’t scared, but neither was she happy. What she knew for certain was that she didn’t want to leave Oldtown so soon.

And about the dragon prince, well…he had been polite, kind even, and it was indeed a great honor to marry a prince of the realm. But a kind smile was not enough to judge his character yet, and royal didn’t necessarily mean decent.

She was nervous when she sat at the table, but the more time she spent sitting beside him, the more she found that the prince was very pleasant company. He was young, yes, but it was clear he had a gentle soul and gentle manners. And this warmed her heart. Love in a marriage was rarer than a white raven, but so was a gentle husband. She found out he was fond of sweets, especially of cream, since she saw him set it on the left side of his plate, saving it for last. She smiled fondly at that and then she turned to him.

"My prince, if you don’t mind me asking, I was wondering if your Grace had brought your dragon here."

The young Prince set down the spoon and smiled eagerly. "I did, my lady. She’s flying somewhere but I can feel her close."

"You…you can feel her?"

"Yes. I can’t explain it...it is the strangest of feelings." he paused as to find the right words and said "Like…having a second heart, beating outside of you."

Alysanne smiled dreamily as if she was witnessing a mystery unraveling in front of her and the Prince smiled back.

"If you wish, I can take you to see her tomorrow."

Her heart jumped in her chest with trepidation.

"You are too kind, your Grace. I would love to be granted such a privilege."

Prince Daeron kept smiling and nodded. "Tomorrow, then."

When she went back to her chambers, the heavy grip on her insides had loosened. Septa Brenna began to untie the laces of her dress while Alysanne started to remove the hurting pins stuck into her auburn hair which, after so many hours, were positively piercing her skull.

She cast a glance at her Septa through the mirror, then set the hair pins down on the vanity table. "You knew, didn’t you?"

"I did." was all she said, keeping her gaze down and her hands busy on the laces.

Alysanne was quiet for some moments, then she turned forcing the older woman to stop her job.

"Will you come with me? To King’s Landing?"

Septa Brenna simply raised an eyebrow. "You silly child."

"Need I remind you you’re addressing a future Princess of the Realm?"

"I’m yet to see that day, princess." Then she sighed heavily, looking at the young lady with a patient motherly stare. “Do you really think I would let you go into that viper’s den all alone? Your head would be on a spike in less than a moon."

Alysanne couldn’t stop herself from rolling her eyes. "That sounds a bit too dramatic. I am the Queen’s cousin."

"And you think that matters? History has taught us well that blood is more than often shed among kin, not strangers."

"You sure know how to lighten the mood."

Septa Brenna helped the young lady putting on her night gown and saw her grabbing a book left on the nightstand and going for the door.

"Where are you going?"

"I need another book." she said, matter-of-factly.

"A future princess of the realm does not wander around at night in dark libraries."

Alysanne paused on the door and turned her head, smiling like a fox.

"Well, I’m yet to see that day."

She could reach the libraries blindfolded and walking backwards.

They were a bit ominous at night, the majestic walls swallowed by the shadows and yet Alysanne find them comfortable, found shelter in them. Thus, it was a bit surprising for her to see the light of a single candle moving between the massive shelves, a solitary ghost basking in the darkness. She was even more surprised to see that the ghost had taken the shape of Queen Alicent.

The woman was still wearing the green dress she wore at dinner, but her hair was loose, falling down her back in a cascade of dark curls. She stopped in front of a shelf and looked at the titles. Alysanne made her presence known by softly clearing her voice.

When Queen Alicent turned her head, Lady Alysanne bowed.

"My Queen. My apologies for intruding. I didn’t know you were here."

The woman smiled reassuringly. "No need for apology then."

She took a long look at her and noticed a book clutched to her cousin’s chest.

"Last time I was here, Maesters didn’t allow to borrow books from the libraries."

Alysanne widened her eyes like a deer caught in the middle of the wood but the Queen smiled again and said "Fret not, cousin. Your little felony is safe with me."

The young lady visibly relaxed and stood there for a moment, not knowing what to do or what to say to the most important woman of the realm and more than that, her future good mother.

"If you have any trouble finding sleep, I could fetch the maesters to bring you some lemon balm, your Grace."

"There’s no need, cousin. Thank you. I believe no kind of balm would soothe me enough to stop worrying about my children."

Alysanne slightly furrowed her brow. The Queen’s children were Princes of the Realm, living in the Red Keep, alongside the King. Why was she so worried to the point of not finding sleep?

"Sometimes books can soothe our nerves, take our mind somewhere else." she offered, glancing at the book shelf beside her "were you looking for something in particular?"

The Queen sighed clasping her hands on her womb. "I’m not sure. I’m looking for a gift. I wish to take a book to my son. My second son, Aemond." she gave Alysanne a knowing look before whispering "I know it’s not allowed to borrow books but surely the Maesters will close an eye for the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms."

"Your little felony is safe with me, your grace." she promised, returning the same look. "Does he like to read? Prince Aemond?"

"Too much, I’d wager. Mostly history and philosophy. I would like to give him something more…entertaining. But I can’t make up my mind."

Alysanne glanced back at the book shelf but then she remembered what she was holding.

"Take this." she said, offering the book to the Queen.

Alicent took it and read the title. "The legendary chronicles of Symeon Star Eyes. I’ve heard about it."

"It tells the legend of the blind warrior."

"And you believe it to be just that? A legend?"

"I believe legends always hide an ounce of truth, your Grace."

The Queen nodded and cast another glance at the cover.

"Thank you." she said finally, clutching the book to her chest.

"I saw you talking with my son earlier at dinner."

"Uhm, y-yes. Yes, your grace. The Prince was very kind and patient enough to suffer through all my questions about his dragon."

"I trust your father has talked to you, did he not?"

"He did, your Grace."

Queen Alicent nodded again and remained silent, looking at the young lady before her with a distant look. She seemed almost absent, as if her body was there but her mind was lost somewhere, in a thought, or some memory.

Then she sighed and stepped closer to Alysanne. There was an urgent honesty in her brown eyes.

"Unfortunately, we live in a manly word. Made for men and ruled by men. Our choices are not ours to make. But you can trust me with this, cousin. My son will treat you kindly. He is just a boy but he has a sweet disposition. And who knows…in time you might even learn to love him."

"Did you?"

The question left the Queen utterly stunned.

Alysanne immediately realised she had gone too far.

Did you learn to love him, the King?

For a moment she thought Ormund was right. She seriously had to learn when to shut her mouth.

It was the silly curiosity of a young girl. For everyone, in Old Town and even outside of its borders, knew that it was Otto Hightower who had put the royal sigil on House Hightower.

But at what cost?

The very same clad in green with chapped nails and tired eyes. The same woman who once was just a girl, just like Alysanne, with dreams and hopes—what was she now? A Queen, yes. But the more Alysanne looked into her eyes, the more she realised how old she looked. How miserable she seemed.

"I’m deeply sorry, your Grace. It was completely unacceptable for to me to ask you—"

"It’s quite alright, cousin." said Alicent, smiling reassuringly. Then she took a step closer and simply said "Thank you for the book. I bid you goodnight."

Before the Queen could leave the library, Alysanne reached her at the door.

"Your Grace, uhm…before you leave, I was wondering…how long will I stay here before joining you in King’s Landing?"

"There are quite few years ahead of us before the wedding. Have you had your first blood?"

"Not yet, your grace." she embarrassingly admitted.

"Do not worry about it. There’s plenty of time."

Young Prince Daeron kept his word.

The next morning, he summoned Lady Alysanne outside the castle and showed her Tessarion, or how she was called, the Blue Queen.

Much like her rider, Tessarion was still young, so her size was small. But small or not, Septa Brenna made her feelings about the creature quite clear while escorting Lady Alysanne.

"You hear me child? I’m not going anywhere near that thing." she warned, trying to keep up with the pace of her young lady. Alysanne laughed, eager to join the prince on the small hill where Tessarion had chosen to rest.

She widened her eyes when she saw her and stopped altogether. She couldn’t believe her own eyes. There was a dragon in front of her. A dragon in flesh. And she was beautiful, her wings and scales were dark blue, like cobalt, while her claws, crest, and belly took the shades of copper.

Her mouth fell open and she dared take one step closer, but the young Prince stopped her, raising his hand.

"I think it’s best to stay there, my lady. Tessarion is young and she doesn’t know you yet."

Alysanne nodded dutifully and looked back at the dragon. A growing smile bloomed on her pink lips. "She’s...so beautiful."

Daeron smiled proudly and looked at Tessarion, who was curiously observing the young lady through her golden eyes. The Prince touched her on the snout and even though she was several steps away from them, Alysanne could have sworn she heard the dragon make a low rumble, much like the purring of a cat.

She watched the prince say something to the dragon and not a moment later, the beast lurched onward and took to the skies, her blue wings blending with the sky.

"I guess she didn’t like me." the lady joked when the Prince approached her. He chuckled, his wavy silver hair ruffled by the wind. "I’ve told her to do as she likes. She needs to know the sky."

Alysanne watched the winged shape disappearing above the clouds and asked "How many dragons are there now in King’s Landing?

"Three, my lady."

She turned to him furrowing her brow and he heard her silent question.

“My brother, Aemond, he doesn’t have a dragon. His egg didn’t hatch.”

“Oh.” was all she said.

She remembered reading about the Targaryens and their mighty dragons. She read everything about the custom of putting a dragon egg into the crib.

She also knew that if the egg didn’t hatch, it was considered a gloomy message from the Gods. A bad omen.

“One day…” Prince Daeron’s voice shook her from her memories "when Tessarion has known you better and she’s big enough to saddle two…one day I will take you to the skies with me, my lady."

Alysanne smiled fondly at him, feeling the adrenaline flowing through her veins at the mere thought of flying on dragonback.

A silly dream. A childish dream. Yet destined to come true.

Though it will not be the Blue Queen who will take Lady Alysanne to the skies, but Vhagar, Queen of All Dragons and Ruler of the Skies.

Thank you so much for reading!! 💚💚

#red bird #liv (in la vida loca)#aemond targaryen fic #aemond targaryen x fem!oc #aemond targaryen x ofc #ewan mitchell #hotd fic #aemond x oc #aemond x fem!oc #aemond targaryen #dark aemond targaryen #dark aemond #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen smut #aemond imagine #house of the dragon fanfic

114 notes · View notes

livealittleoc-cb · 3 months

Text

Small Hearts Month Update!

♥️: IT’S MY MONTH! I’M SO READY FOR WELL EVERYTHING! *squeals* I can’t wait to see people fall in love *dreamy sigh* I just love well love! 🥰 I’ve decorated but I need need need new decorations! I saw really cute mugs and I think they’ll look so cute in my collection, there’s little Snoopy mugs and heart shaped bowls and plates! Also kitchen towels with hearts on them! EEE I NEED ALL OF IT! ^^ Are you excited for Valentine’s Day?

💘: Snow, Valentine’s Day AND Mardi Gras being the day before Valentine’s?! This is literally the best month EVER! *squeals* i decorated with roses, it’s slowly coming together 🥰 I can’t believe I almost forgot about Mardi Gras, I’ve been so busy preparing for hearts day. Mama gave me a call though and I’m going over to cel with her! This will be the step dad’s first official Mardi Gras so we’re going all out! …I just hope I don’t get too tired for actual work-. I’ll deal with it when it comes!~ 🥰 Anyways! I need to get my nails done for both holidays and it’s where I’m heading off to! Apollo gave me an early Val’s gift too, a flask and it’s so pretty.~ Please don’t tell Eros I have it…he’ll kill me and Apollo-. *smiles big* Do you have a Valentine? If you don’t I don’t mind pulling some strings and shooting some arrows!~

❣️: I hate this month-. I want to stay warm in my bed but I can’t because I have a Valentine’s themed Dior perfume shoot. *gorans* I just don’t want to get up, I have double the work this year but I guess I can’t be all that mad. I have the chance to make other people happy on a day they find special. *shrugs* I should get up soon, I have to head to the studio soon. If anyone needs any date ideas or places to go for V Day ask away and I’ll try my best to help.

🩵🩵: @monsterhigh-cb [🐟🤍💍 && ⚡💙 && 👻💜 && 🐺💕 && 🎤💖 && 👑💛] @evicted-oc [☕️🤎 && 🐼🖤 && 🔦💛 && 🧊🩵 && 💄🖤 && 🏴‍☠️🤍] @theinvitation-bot [🐭🩶💒] @welcome-to-maniac [🐇🖤 💍 && 🌻❤️ && 🌕❤️‍🔥 && 🐿️❣️ && 🐉🩶] @fantasyaespa [🐈 💚💍 && ☀️🩵💍] @k-venturetime [🍓❣️] @multi-joong [🌧️🧡💍 && 🎨💚] @kardpackcb [🌙💝 && 🐺❤️‍🔥] @lavienrosecabaretxo [👑🖤] @obsession-cb [🍰🖤] @clubwnderland [💃❤️‍🔥]

possible new residents: @faywithlove @badbf-cb @domxbot @welcometosector1 @lunaaofthemoon @reve-rv @multi-esme @the-hellhounds @oppositesattraxt @domrachaa @hwangsiblings-oc @coffeexdreamcb @silcntxnight @moonlightchn @blogger-yura @thesugaredalchemists @folklore-cb @doom-bc @hearthstone-apothecary @redlight-cb @inferno-cb @darkloversxcb @9ateez-multiau-bot @mxthxbot @mirage-ocs @raiden-oc @jinju-oc @fntsybot @adminhoney @crimson-l @themanor-cb [DM + / -]

#🔭small post!#💕happy hearts month!#♥️ace.txt #💘cupid.txt #❣️eros.txt

72 notes · View notes

creamiesstoryconer · 4 months

Text

Yandere Harpy x Reader Taster

Yander Harpy x Reader Taster

Word count: 666

Length of time to read: 5-8 minutes

This is a taster for a OC x Reader story I am working on, it currently has about 4 chapters planned and I am hoping to release every other day :) This is a taster I am posting for the first chapter enjoy

TW:Mention of blood

Nature's natural lace, web, clinging onto the remains of the early morning dew. The clear pearls that drape themselves over finely pulled strings that are nestled in the sea of blue and green. Catching glimmers of sun as it breaks through the dense canopy, its golden light a welcoming glow to the undergrowth.

Fine petals of muted blues, reaching for its limited life line of light. Moments of silence such as now, rare within the small thicket. The gentle pushing of the wind picking up stray leaves, dancing with the yellowing trinkets in the air to be carried into the distance.

Under your foot, grass that once stood tall crunches, its brothers in arms gently grazing your ankle. Early morning air crisp as always, nips at one's shoulders and nose, beckoning the solemnly sweet wind to join it in its conquest of stealing the heat from any warm body.

Knuckles tightly grasped around brown wicker, a basket neatly woven by hand. Packed sunngly with vibrant colours, forged from the long negated trail.

Damp penetrates your nose, the untones of pine. Forcing the almost suffocating scent to almost have a refreshing taste upon your tongue.

Onward,deeper into nature's land of peace, the hum of the village morning grows mute. Replaced with the rustling of leaves calling for you. Singing of birds just from sight, soothing and lulling.

Just a little deeper down the overgrown path you know so well, a routine experience every spring. To bring an offering, to wish for peace to the Earth, to keep a titration you grew bored of. The ways of the old and their tales are nothing but fables for children to be afraid of.

Feet grew stiff at the edge of the opening, the woods breaking its dense canopy of greens to allow for the flooding of gold. Warm upon the skin, stark contrast to the morning wind, the honey coloured light swallows the clearing in its entirety.

═══════════════════════════════════════════

A blur and a impact,

The coarse texture of dried bark entangled in once soft locks of hair. Throbbing, building a deafening silence is what over stimulates the nerves. Soothing warmth trickling down your neck, tracing itself past your crook. Allowing for a bud of red to flow and root itself onto once pristine white clothing. Now defiled with browns and quickly darkening crimsons.

The rising of your chest like hard labour, air having been stolen from your lungs. Hoarse gasps replace a steady rhythm that was once there. Drying your mouth as a once cared for body folds in upon itself.

Ringing in your ears causes one's head to spin. To not focus is to not be able to see.

Blurs of greens, a blue perhaps the sky. Golden shines for a moment. Then the sight of flesh.

Flesh unclothed, blotches of maroon identifiable upon the sun kissed skin.

══════════════════════════════════════════

A guttural scream escapes your lips, ripping through your vocal cords, straining already fatigued muscle.

Cheeks, red as puffed eyes strained to stay open, salty water - your own tears- sullying your face. Teeth bared as saliva bubbles and leaks from the corner of your mouth.

Fingers tangled within a sickenly soft plumage of feathers. Almost comforting to touch under dirt stuffed nails.

Air that was once almost refreshing to the lungs now reeks of desperation and fear. Tawng of metallic lingering, your own blood that was long dried and flaking. A dried river of rusty colour liquid fashioned from your own wound, wrapping around your neck like a macabre necklace.

It’s animalistic eyes boaring into you, pupils blown to unnatural size. Tilting its head, forcing itself to envelope your sight. It’s chest rumbling, trilling… studying.

══════════════════════════════════════════

I am in desperate need for a proofreader (￣￣|||)

sorry this is another super short post but chapter one will be up tomorrow with about 2,000 words none of which are here this is just some extra content that i reworded and shortened so all new content tomorrow ;)

all feedback is welcome!

#yandere #yande.re #yancore #yandere blog #yandere aesthetic #yanblr #oc #male yandere #tw yandere #yandere male #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x darling #yandere oc #yandere harpy #oc x reader #oc x y/n #harpy #harpy oc

65 notes · View notes

joeyscherryjubilee · 1 year

Text

Like Calls to Like (I)

Pairing: Aemond x OC

Author's Note: First part! Keen to see what y'all think. There's a bit of mutual pining but won't be much slow burn. Keeping to the show, we're gonna have a few time jumps.

Warnings: Jealous!Aemond, time-jump six years from the prologue

Word Count: 3,420

Summary: Aemond and Laenyra have been in love for years, they just aren't willing to admit it yet. At Aegon's nameday celebrations, Laenyra looks for answers about her dragon and Aemond gets jealous.

Laenyra huffed, turning in the mirror, trying to see all angles of the dress.

“I don’t know.” She muttered, twirling back and forth.

Helaena giggled at her niece’s antics, the handmaidens standing against the wall giggled as the princess spun so quickly she almost fell over.

“Wasn’t there a red and black one?” Laenyra asked, looking to Helaena with a hopeful smile.

Her aunt nodded and looked to the maids.

“Bring us that gown.”

They rushed to fulfil the command and Helaena came forward, helping in undoing the strings binding the dress together.

“Thank you.” Laenyra murmured, stepping out of the dress and discarding it on the bed.

Helaena stroked the slight bags under Laenyra’s eyes with a frown.

“You haven’t been sleeping well?” Her aunt asked quietly.

“No, it’s the dragondreams.” Laenyra shifted on the spot. “We’ve been flying south the past few weeks. Lately, as soon as I fall asleep I’m there.”

Laenyra did not fear the strange dreams, but it was difficult to find rest when her mind was so far away and she often woke up exhausted.

“South?” Helaena asked and threw an arm around her niece’s shoulders, wishing to provide comfort.

“Yes, I recognised Horn Hill a few nights past.” She yawned, resting her head on Helaena.

“Well a Lord Tarly is visiting in honour of Aegon’s nameday, perhaps you can speak to him and ask about it, if your dragon has been there for a little while, he might of heard of it.”

Helaena’s idea was a good one and Laenyra felt hope bloom in her chest.

The servants presented the embellished gown of black and crimson and Laenyra’s heart soared and her smile lit the room. Helaena assisted her in getting it on, pulling the dress ti secure it properly before ushering her niece to the mirror once again.

The gown was tight. Though it was clearly made it be, to accentuate the proportions of her body.

“You look so beautiful, like the red lacewing butterfly.” Helaena said dreamily.

“Thank you, Helaena.” Laenyra had no idea what a red lacewing butterfly looked like, but any comparison to a bug was a big compliment when coming from her aunt. “Do you think everyone will like it?”

“You mean Aemond?” She asked with a small smile. “Yes, I think he will.”

“Shall we?” Laenyra did a playful bow, attempting to change the topic, and offered her arm as she stood. Helaena giggled and took it, slotting themselves together.

The two princesses laughed as they ran down the halls, Helena outstripping Laenyra and giggling at how difficult it was for her niece to run in such a dress. They were hurrying in order to not miss the official entrance of the royal family.

Laenyra grabbed at Helaena as she almost rounded the final corner and tugged her into an alcove.

“Wait.” She whispered and fixed her aunt’s dress that had ridden up from running.

“Thank you.” Helaena murmured and tucked Laenyra’s stray hair back into place.

They rounded the corner as one, arms linked and smiling in such an innocent way that surely no one could accuse them of anything.

“You’re late.” Ser Criston reprimanded as they came into view.

“Princesses are never late, Ser Criston.” Viserys corrected and his smile brightened as he reached for his granddaughter. “Everyone else is simply early.”

“You look so beautiful, my dear girl. Your mother must be so proud of you.” He manoeuvred with his cane and stepped forward, pressing a frail kiss to Laenyra’s cheek and a kind hand on Helena’s cheek.

“Happy name-day, Prince Aegon.” Helaena and Laenyra spoke in unison as Queen Alicent ushered Aegon forward. He muttered a greeting at them, stumbling slightly.

“You will escort your wife.” Alicent muttered sternly and the eldest son of Viserys huffed and begrudgingly offered Helaena his arm. The princess took it with a grimace and Laenyra smiled supportively as Helaena sent a sad look her way.

“And Aemond will escort Laenyra!” Viserys said happily. Alicent looked as though she would rather have Vhagar escort Aemond to the ball, but could say nothing as her husband stepped aside and ushered their second son forward.

Her heart beat fast as he stood before her, the top half of his hair pulled back but the rest cascading downwards in silken tresses. His tunic was fitted to perfection, an inky green that only enhanced the vividness of his eye. He had gotten a new eyepatch too, she noticed, a deep brown leather that he seemed to prefer to his old one. He smiled at her and her knees almost gave way.

His eye darkened as it roamed over her, his jaw clenched and unclenched twice before he managed to steady himself.

“Princess Laenyra.” Aemond said and bowed to her with a charming grin.

Laenyra blushed at his antics.

“Prince Aemond.” She teased and took his outstretched hand, her heart leaping in her chest as he pressed a kiss to it before tucking it in the crook of his elbow.

Viserys chuckled as he watched them, his love of their relationship one of the few things that granted him true happiness in recent years. He was eagerly waiting for the day in which they acknowledged their feelings to each other, so he might arrange a match between them, if he could convince Alicent.

“Right.” The queen said briskly, attempting to draw the attention off of the too familiar relationship. “Shall we?”

Viserys nodded and they all fell into line, Aegon and Helaena behind the king and queen. Laenyra and Aemond behind them, her fingers slotting between his as Ser Criston announced their entry.

“You are perfection, Laenyra.” Aemond whispered as the doors were pulled open.

“You exaggerate, uncle.” She said with a soft smile, half-tempted to flee from his intense gaze, but she could never run from her Aemond.

“On the contrary, niece.” He purred and led them forward into the hall. “Sometimes I look at you, and I can scarcely believe you are real.”

“You are silly.” Laenyra mumbled and Aemond chuckled, parading them through the hall and to the head table, the two of them sitting next to Helaena and Aegon.

The surrounding tables were lined with courtesans, those who lived at court, though that number had dwindled slowly with the king’s ailing health.

“Did Aemond like your dress?” Her aunt asked as soon as they sat down, not bothering to lower her voice and Laenyra groaned internally as Aemond’s look became one of intense interest and he leaned closer to them.

“Indeed, dear sister. I dare say our niece is a vision sent by the gods themselves.” He said with a grin, enjoying how Laenyra’s face flushed at his continued appraisal of her appearance

“I told you he would like it!” Her aunt beamed at the two of them, often finding refuge from her own marriage in the building relationship between her brother and niece.

“You were worried about my opinion?” Aemond asked, his voice lowering slightly as he frowned.

Laenyra huffed.

“I just wanted to look nice.” She muttered defensively.

“You have succeeded so severely I believe that ‘nice’ would be an insult.”

“You’re making her uncomfortable, Aemond.” Helaena said softly, noticing how Laenyra shifted and mistaking it for discomfort. In reality Laenyra wished to pull him closer and press their lips together, the audience before them be damned. His words stirred such a heat in her belly, a fire that only ignited in his presence.

Aemond took his sister’s words though and quieted himself, allowing Laenyra a slight reprieve from her yearning for him.

Viserys stood and the room silenced.

“It is wonderful to see you all.” He said in a soft voice, his health not allowing him to project across the banquet hall. “We are all here to celebrate my Aegon’s name day. He is a man grown, and I am rejoiced to be able to welcome you here.”

He let out a small cough and went to continue, though he had to sit in order to collect himself as a spasm of pain went through him. Viserys sat at Alicent’s urging and everyone clapped politely, sharing looks of concern at their king’s depleting health.

Aegon wasted no time in toasting the room before drinking very deeply from his cup.

Alicent grimaced at her son’s choice but said nothing, Otto simply regarded Aegon calmly before his gaze flicked over to Laenyra and Aemond. She stared back resolutely, she would not be intimidated by such a man.

Aemond caught her staring back at his grandsire and huffed, their feud something he could not prevent though it irritated him endlessly. He drew Laenyra’s attention back to him with a touch, glaring at Otto for disrupting her happiness.

“He enjoys upsetting you, I think.” He said softly, placing a large cut of prime rib on her plate before serving himself.

Laenyra growled under her breath, picking at the food while shooting daggers to Otto. Her anger was soon forgotten though as Helaena grimaced at Aegon’s loud belch. She attempted to ignore the rudeness of her uncle as she ate. Though soon she saw his gaze flicker over to a serving girl by the door and decided enough was enough. Laenyra leant over and rested her chin on Helaena’s shoulder with a comforting smile.

“Would you like to dance?” She asked softly, nodding towards the already twirling couples, those eager to forget the heaviness of the atmosphere.

Helaena adored dancing and she smiled eagerly, her anxieties momentarily forgotten.

“Yes, I would like to dance.”

Laenyra turned to Aemond.

“I going to dance with Helaena.” She said and squeezed his arm as she stood.

“Would you like me to accompany you?” He asked, standing quickly to pull her char out for her.

“I believe we will be okay.” Laenyra teased at his protective tone. “Though you are welcome to jump in if I need saving from a monster.”

“Hmm.” He hummed, smirking amusedly at her jests.

Aemond watched them step down from the table together, his eye keenly sweeping over the crowd, determining there were no threats to the two people he cared most about.

He saw nothing of import but kept a keen eye on them nonetheless.

“You lead.” Laenyra encouraged her aunt eagerly. Helaena nodded determinedly and lead Laenyra in a dance, their own movements matching those of the surrounding partners. The princesses giggled at the disapproving looks from some the crowd, the fact neither one of them was escorted seemed to be displeasing to a few Lords and Ladies.

They managed to dance three songs together before someone disrupted them, a lord from the Riverlands asking Helaena to dance, no doubt wanting the favour of the princess rumoured to be so kind.

Laenyra met Aemond’s high from the high table and grinned as he raised a teasing eyebrow. She began weaving through the crowd, seeking to go and pull him into a dance.

“Might I have this dance, Princess Laenyra?” She halted and saw Aemond frown as someone spoke from behind her.

Laenyra spun on her heel to face an unfamiliar man.

“Lord Alan Tarly of H-”

“Horn Hill!” Laenyra chirped, interrupting the lord in her excitement. “Apologies for interrupting you, my lord.”

“There is nothing to apologise for, Princess.” He said politely, clearly happy that she knew of him.

“So you are enjoying the capital?” Laenyra asked, eager to converse with him, trying to figure out a way to guide the conversation.

Lord Tarly hummed as though in thought.

“The trickery of the court is unfortunately lost on me, I have no patience for those who do not mean what they say. Or perhaps I am not quick enough to keep up.” He said it with a smile and Laenyra found herself warming to the Lord.

“You are an honest man to admit such a shortcoming, though I must admit the necessity of cunning in court is a tiresome one.” She said with a graceful twirl as the music built.

“And you, my princess, are the first to admit the extremity of cunning required in the capital. I do believe that means I can trust you.”

Laenyra gave the lord a smile, allowing him to lead her through the dance.

“I do believe only fools trust dragons.” She said with a teasing tone.

“Call me a fool then.” Lord Tarly stated with a grin and Laenyra laughed.

The dance came to an end and they clapped politely.

“Might I be inappropriate and ask you for another dance?”

“You may.” Laenyra grinned, she liked Alan Tarly and his honesty about the cruel games of the capital. She didn’t get many chances to meet new people any more, in the time of her mother living in the capital, visitors were common and easy to meet. But as Viserys’ state weakened, newcomers were far and few between.

The music resumed and the couple began dancing once again.

“So on Horn Hill, the surrounding forests are said to be full of game, is that true?” Laenyra asked, attempting an air of polite curiosity.

“Yes! Hunting is a popular pastime, the stags are magnificent to hunt. If you ever visit the Reach, Princess, it would be an honour to host you and a hunt.” He said eagerly, clearly fond of Laenyra and his family’s famed hobby.

“It is a lovely offer, My Lord.” She said with the politeness of a princess. “Are stags the only large animals in Horn Hill, do you have many predators?”

If Lord Tarly noticed her focus in their conversation, he made no mention of it.

“Yes.” He seemed keen to discuss his home and Laenyra was glad for it. “There are bears from the Crownlands and a few wolves even.”

“No number of predators to truly disrupt the balance of prey then?” She asked softly, feeling disappointed at his answer.

Alan Tarly frowned at her peculiar line of questioning but didn’t say anything.

“There has been a few reports of animal parts, carcasses being found as of late. Only in the past few weeks though, before I journeyed to the capital. Also an oddity of deer coming far too close to the keep’s walls, almost as though a predator, most likely a bear, has wandered into their habitat.” He spoke as a true hunter, the logistics of the it all laid out in preparation for a future hunt, but the specifics confirmed what Laenyra suspected.

She smiled gratefully at his answer, immediately falling deep in thought. Lord Tarly noticed her shift though and grinned sheepishly.

“Apologies, Princess Laenyra.” He said with an awkward chuckle. “My family takes hunting as serious as war sometimes. I did not mean to speak on things I’m sure you have no interest in.”

“No, it is no issue at all, I find it all quite interesting.” Laenyra insisted with a gracious smile. She couldn’t wait to tell Aemond, this was proof her dreams were true.

Lord Alan led her in the remainder of the dance graciously, his demeanour a friendly one and she was glad to talk to him.

The music swelled and the dance sped up, Laenyra and Lord Tarly breathless with joyful smiles as the song finally came to an end.

“Might I dare to lead you in a third dance?” His tone was teasing and she was eager to continue their conversation.

“Of co-”

“I do believe two dances is more than enough.” Aemond’s voice cut through the jovial mood with the sternness of his tone and immediately Lord Alan ducked his head respectfully. “You would not want anyone to believe something improper is going on.”

The clipped way he spoke told Laenyra he was jealous, and she turned to face him, her hand reaching to tuck into his elbow.

“Of course not, my prince.” The lord bowed once again and turned to Laenyra. “It was a pleasure, Princess Laenyra. I hope to see more of you during my visit.”

“Of course you do.” Aemond muttered with such hostility that she led him away and into a dance, the song slower now and perfect for conversing and not being overheard.

He gripped her waist firmly, his fingers grasping at her as his other hand slotted perfectly over her own. His eagerness to have her in his grasp was quite endearing.

“There was no need to interrupt.” She murmured calmly.

“You looked like you needed saving.”

Laenyra grinned at his protective nature, though jealousy certainly played its part in Aemond’s actions.

“I was asking Lord Tarly about his home, if you must know.” She said coolly and squeezed his hand to let Aemond know she was not upset.

“Horn Hill, why?” He asked, an eyebrow arching at the oddness of her interest. “You’ve never mentioned an interest in the Reach before.”

Laenyra took a brief, casual, glance around to ensure no one was focusing too much on the two of them.

“I had another dream last night.” She said softly.

Aemond frowned.

“Why did you not come and wake me?” He asked, his hand on her waist drawing her closer as his voice lowered. They had slept separately the past few nights, an odd occurrence as the two of them could only sleep peacefully in the other’s company.

Laenyra shrugged nonchalantly but Aemond saw through her immediately.

“They’ve been bad again?” He asked, his look one of deep concern.

“Not bad.” She insisted quickly. “Just intense. We’ve been hunting more and I think flying South. We flew over Bitterbridge in the night, I recognised the old stone bridge and the flat lands. Though we have been near Horn Hill for a little while.”

“Not ‘we’, Laenyra. I know you feel part of the beast but they are dreams, we have no proof the dragon even exists.” Aemond spoke kindly but she frowned at his words.

“You know they are more than dreams, and no one would be able to spot such a dark dragon if he only flew at night. I saw the damage to the Stony Sept before we received word of it.”

Aemond nodded to himself, he knew her dreams were more than imagination, especially when she faded away from him during the day, though those fits had become less common as they had gotten older.

“Alright, what did your Lord Tarly say?” He asked, attempting to keep out the jealous tone and failing.

“He said that there has been less game as of late, or the prey had taken to hiding from something. His maester had theorised that there must be an increase of predators or something has migrated south and disrupted the normal balance. Only a dragon could do such a thing, and the forests are so dense and unpopulated by people that no one would be able to see it.”

Aemond could not argue with her sound logic, but the idea of his princess running off to Horn Hill in search of a wild dragon was unimaginably dangerous, and he would never allow her to go into such danger.

“Allow me to take you if you must go.” He blurted it out desperately though they had discussed it multiple times.

“Aemond, you know that you cannot. You are too protective and Vhagar will scare off any dragon, wild or eitherawise, and you will not allow me to get too close and you would be putting yourself in danger, there are countless reasons for you not to come.”

“None of them important enough to dismantle the one reason I should go.”

Laenyra huffed, her exasperation at his stubborn defence of her beyond irritating.

“Oh yes, what reason is that?”

“We are always meant to be together.” He said calmly but his eye was ablaze with passion.

Aemond’s gaze was intense and she ducked her head, attempting to conceal how flustered she was. He twirled her once more as the music swelled and then led her off the dance floor, his arm firm around her waist.

“You will come to my room tonight.” He said softly, pressing a kiss full of care to her hand as he finally released her. “Then perhaps we can both sleep soundly.”

Laenyra smiled softly and nodded, wishing to hug him tightly but people were glancing at their abrupt departure from the dance.

“Alright.” She consented and pressed a daring kiss to his cheek before disappearing into the crowd, embarrassed at her own brazenness.

Aemond stared after her. The fire inside him roaring as he withheld from chasing after the woman he loved.

___________________

Tags: @grungegrrrl, @daddysfavoritesexkitten, @neenieweenie

454 notes · View notes

screamingcrows · 8 days

Text

Settling in - Dottore x Reader

Note: This is also meant for my so far unknown to everyone OC, this scenario fits x reader format. Same reader as Tomorrow, but about a year prior. I feel insane for this. Keep this out of character ai bots or you're getting Demodex folliculorum 1k words

Tags: fem reader, reader from Fontaine, they're practically strangers, awkward, almost forgot implied later murder

MINORS, AGELESS, BLANK BLOGS DNI

It was rare that foreigners voluntarily joined the Fatui. Save for a background check conducted by people from The House, not much was done to discourage such an act. They had room for those who would serve their cause, and turning any prospective asset away was a mistake they would never make.

However… It was quite rare for someone to have such concise demands, and even less hesitation in presenting them.

Dottore glanced to the side, crimson eyes readily observing the figure moving along the shadows of his laboratory. It was frustrating, having to wear the mask in his sanctuary. Perhaps with time-

He was getting ahead of himself.

You'd wasted no time making yourself useful, clearly driven by something none of the recruiters had managed to discern. Introductions had been brief and you'd barely spoken a word since then.

He let out a small sigh, focus shifting back to the metal casing in his hand. Several elemental crystals were scattered atop the table. If only you'd stop clinging to the edges, he had enough concerns without shadows in his periphery.

At first it had been pleasant, his days mostly the same as before your arrival. After a fortnight it had begun nagging at his mind. You'd told him your name, previous occupation, and a vague reason for wanting to join. Nothing he hadn't already been informed of before you'd even stepped foot in his wing.

'Sensible' was the only word that came to mind, your presence anonymous enough that it didn't grate at his tightly strung nerves.

Shattering glass brought him out of his speculations, instinct dictating he examine his own workbench. With nothing remiss he turns to your corner, eyes briefly narrowing in frustration when he sees you wiping something up.

You hadn't even acknowledged the space he'd made one of the segments set up for you. Instead you'd crawled into a corner like a scared beast, doing work with your hands tied.

Hands clasped behind his back, Dottore approached where you were still working to clean whatever accident had happened. This was going to work. Your expected value far exceeded the trouble of giving a little encouragement.

"You can't work here"

"Because of a single mistake?"

He could easily peer over your shoulder, seeing you grip the wet rag a little tighter. There were remnants of various plants, vials of colorless reagents, and distillation equipment. The labels on the vials were a new addition, something he'd been meaning to delegate for a while.

"Lord Harbinger, with all due respect, expecting me to never mess up is ridiculous," you sounded tense, but not half as scared as previous personnel.

"The corner, mademoiselle. Is this how they do it at the Institute, cramped and inefficient?"

That made you pause, dropping the cloth and discarding your gloves with practiced ease, bare skin never touching the outside of the material.

"Finish what can't be moved as it is, we'll move you to the proper place afterwards," his voice carried finality, acquired through endless years of pulling strings.

A huff left your lips, but there was no complaining and you dutifully began corking vials. Not putting the gloves back on was bad practice, a fact you would've been aware of with the amount of training you'd allegedly undergone at Fontaine's Research Institute. Dottore crossed his arms in front of his chest, eyes focused on the way your delicate hands trembled.

Were you afraid? Properly afraid?

"Do you mind, Lord Harbinger?"

"Doctor," it stood to reason that he made it clear what title he preferred as early as possible, "and do be careful. I'd prefer if you lasted longer than the last"

His heels clicked against the stone floor, turning his body to look around while he waited. You'd taken over multiple tasks from various segments already, all of them routine work, freeing up time for the big projects. If this kept up he might actually-

"The table by the shelves?"

You had turned to him, the smile on your lips at odds with your eyes. Without answering he took the wooden crate holding the glassware and reagents, leaving you to gather messy papers and ragged notes. So that was a similarity, unfortunate that he couldn't have you organize his writing then.

"You've had a fortnight to settle in. That should have been more than plenty for you to grasp how things work here. And while you have done an admirable job," he dropped the crate onto the unoccupied workbench near his own, "you are expected to act for the benefit of the Fatui, not based on personal preference."

He could see the gears turning in your mind, your eyes fixed on the papers in your hands. Even while clenching them tightly, he could still see her fingers twitching.

"And work on steadying yourself. Your hands will be required in the future," Dottore ran a hand through his hair, watching in silence while you set the equipment up.

With a pleased hum, he noticed that you was spacing everything better this time around. Hopefully there would be no more preventable mishaps, and he would more easily be able to keep an eye on what occupied you.

Freedom to create and learn what you will. As long as expenditures were within reason, and orders from him prioritized of course. That would always be the desired way his personal laboratory operated.

"You're currently working on what? You began the day you arrived, highly unusual behavior compared to your predecessors. It must be important."

He saw the way you ran a finger tenderly along the glass, the way your shoulders rose a little with his inquiry.

"Death," your voice sounded hollow, something hauntingly familiar in how you said it, "It should be finished today. I'll compile everything for your perusal before the end of the week, Doctor."

Dottore felt his eyes widen a little behind the mask, the corners of his lips tugging upwards. It was a bold statement, her tone indicating it had been born of pure spite. In that case, he'd put it to excellent use.

#il dottore x reader #dottore x reader #dottore x you #fatui harbingers #il dottore #dottore #genshin impact x reader #i might actually be insane #crow with a pen #x female reader

40 notes · View notes

mermmarie · 1 year

Text

The Red String of Fate

Authors Notes: So, I had been thinking about this idea for a while, and admittingly I started this ahead of OC x Canon week, but the idea fits perfectly for the Day 3 prompt: Soulmate. So please enjoy chapter 1 of my Red String of Fate fanfic featuring Donnie!

Pair: Donatello x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Rating: T?? (Although, characters depicted are adults)

Content/Trigger Warnings: Mention of blood.

||Chapter 1|| ||Chapter 2|| ||Chapter 3|| ||Chapter 4||

-----------------------------------------------------

Chapter 1: Cosmically Bound

The Red String of Fate was a fairy tale you didn’t believe in anymore. A long time ago, yes, but after so many rejections, heartbreaks and betrayals how could you now? It was silly to even consider it a possibility in the first place. Just the idea that two people could be romantically bound by some magical, crimson colored thread was ridiculous. Especially when there was a zero point zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero three percent chance of it happening to anyone, let alone you.

While it was a fantasy you daydreamt about from time to time, you understood that it was just that; A fantasy. So, when you noticed a string of red laced around your ring finger, your first initial thought was that your head was in the clouds once more, dreaming of the impossible. However, the usual trick of closing your eyes and shaking your head of the thoughts only made the fantasies disappear, but the little red string remained.

You straightened in your recliner, head cocking curiously as you focused your gaze on the thread. You flexed and curled your fingers, thinking that the illusion might disappear if you were to physically affect reality, but just as before, it stayed. A small gasp escaped your mouth when you lifted your hand into the air and the string extended. Following the red thread, your eyes grew wide with disbelief when it pointed out the window that was lined up next to your chair and suddenly all the dull sounds of New York were drowned out by the pounding of your heart in your ears.

Somewhere out there in the bustling city was your soulmate.

-----------------------------------------------------

SCANNING.

UNKNOWN PERSON NO.1

SEX: MALE

HEIGHT: 6 FT 0”

WEIGHT: 190 LBS

OBJECTS ON PERSON: SWITCH BLADE

SCANNING.

UNKNOWN PERSON NO.2

SEX: MALE

HEIGHT: 6 FT 2”

WEIGHT: 211 LBS

OBJECTS ON PERSON: CROWBAR

SCANNING.

UNKNOWN PERSON NO.3

SEX: MALE

HEIGHT: 5 FT 9”

WEIGHT: 173 LBS

OBJECTS ON PERSON: BOX CUTTER

Fittingly, Unknown Person No.1 had struck first, then Unknown Person No.2, but Unknown Person No.3 had decided to stay behind. Possibly a strategic tactic to fall back and assess the situation first, but it was more likely that he was just a coward. Although, his Sensei had taught him that a wise man was able to recognize when he was beaten. Unfortunately, none of them were wise. Just foolish thugs thinking they had the upper hand in the situation because it was three versus one.

The realization came quickly to Unknown Person No.3 however when Donatello easily disarmed and knocked out his fellow associates. The whites of his eyes became more evident as the lean turtle approached him. His shoulders inching upwards and nearly touching his ears while he attempted to put on a menacing scowl, but by the way his teeth clattered against each other the front was obvious. Still, like a cornered rat, fear driven adrenaline compelled him to make a move, despite having already witnessed how that turned out for his comrades.

Donatello effortlessly maneuvered out of the way of his first attack, and prepared himself to counter in the midst of his recuperation but faltered after having noticed something peculiar…

As his metal staff spun between his large green digits, he saw a contrast of red on the smallest finger of his left hand. For a split second he assumed it was blood, thinking he somehow had been wounded in his scrap with the other two crooks, but there was no open gash or cut present on his hand. His eyes narrowed behind his goggles to focus his vision on the stark color and he brought his appendage closer to his view, nearly forgetting that he was in the middle of a fight until a familiar voice called out to him.

“Donnie!!” They warned and he flinched. Fear striking him when his gaze snapped to the short blade of the box cutter that was being thrust towards his face. Luckily, years of reflex training had him move just in time to avoid a critical injury, but he didn’t go unharmed. Unknown Person No.3 managed to nick him on the top of his cheek just below his left eye. Ignoring the sudden appearance of red momentarily, he turned his attention back to the thug and spun his bo into his diaphragm.

Another one of his Sensei’s lessons about ‘ never underestimating his enemies ’ and ‘ to remain focused during battle ’ echoed in the purple-coded mutants’ head and spite burned between his brows. Just as the man recovered from the air being knocked out of his lungs and he lifted his head, Donatello smacked him across the face with the tip of his staff. The man finally falling to the ground and unconscious.

Bastard.

Before he had time to inspect his injury, his cold-colored brother was at his side with his hands on his shoulders.

“Donnie, are you okay?” He asked, but didn’t wait for his answer. Instead, he moved his hands to his face, maneuvering it into a position where he could get a better look on the cut of his cheek. His normally, cool-blue eyes we’re blown up with a look of fear that Donatello didn’t witness often, and it had him reconsidering the severity of the attack. However, the anticipation that built in his chest subsided when Leonardo’s gaze softened.

“Bad news; it’s gonna scar. Good news; you’ll finally match the rest of us.” He smirked.

Donatello huffed and pulled his face out of his brothers’ hands. Pushing his goggles to the top of his head and sheathing his bo staff to his shell.

“What happened back there, Donnie? I kind of expect Mikey to lose his head in the clouds but not you.” He pressed.

Donatello grumbled and dropped his gaze. He could feel that his eyes wanted to wander back to his left hand, but he was almost too afraid to look. As he swung his final blow on the assailant, he caught the crimson color in his view again and recognized it for what it really was. He had heard of the ‘Red String of Fate’ as a myth. A legend, a rumor, an old wives tale. There had been some speculation of it happening to people throughout history, but no scientific proof. And Donatello wasn’t the kind of guy to believe in something without seeing it first hand for himself.

So, if he didn’t look at it, that would mean it didn’t actually exist… Right?

Uncertainty pulled at the corners of his lips as he extended his hand in front of his brother and splayed out his fingers. A bright red string wrapped snuggly around his smallest digit. Leonardo’s eyes widened again as he stared at the thread, but this time he looked with confusion. He brought his gaze back to him expectantly and naturally, he opened his mouth to explain.

“It’s–” He started but paused when he realized how silly it would be to speak of it out loud, let alone embarrassing… “Um–”

“The Red String of Fate.” Leonardo finished for him.

Donatello’s brows arched with surprise. “Y–You know about the myth?”

“Well, I wouldn’t necessarily call it a myth now.”

“Oh. Right…” Donatello lowered his hand and his gaze fell with it. His eyes locked on the red string in deep thought. He curled and flexed his fingers, speculating that the construct might simply vanish if he were to tamper with its existence. But as he turned over his hand, the tail end of the string extended and pointed into a specific direction away from the both of them. The two cool-colored mutants straightened in attention, but stayed silent as they looked off in the distance.

Eventually, Leonardo broke the silence with a question that had Donatello snapping his head back to him in disbelief.

“So… We gonna go find them?”

“ W-What?!” The lean mutant exclaimed and cringed at how his voice cracked. His cheeks immediately turning a darker shade of green.

Leonardo couldn’t help but to smile, albeit a bit sheepishly. “Okay, the way I worded it was a little– weird. ”

“ Ya think? ”

“What I meant was, don’t you wanna– investigate a little? See who your cosmic soulmate is?” The blue clad turtle shrugged.

“No!” He covered the red string on his hand with his other, as if that would snuff out his brother’s questionable curiosity.

“What do you mean?--”

Donatello groaned tiredly. “I don’t even know if I believe in this!”

“How could you not? The proof is right there!” Leonardo pointed at his hand.

Cautiously, Donatello lifted his right hand just enough for him to peak underneath it. Checking to see if the little red thread was still intertwined around his finger. It was of course and he groaned again.

“Okay… I suppose I can’t deny its legitimacy but–” He chewed on the inside of his bottom lip.

Out of the twenty-million residents who lived in New York, fate had decided that he, a mutant ninja turtle, was to be romantically bound to another. Who they were or what they looked like, he had no clue, but statistically thinking… His ‘other’ was most likely a human being. And from his experience, most human beings didn’t react positively to the fact that he was a nearly seven-foot tall, bioengineered reptile when they first saw him. He doubted that it would be any different in this case.

Even with the literal string attached.

“I’m not ready.” He paused again before adding on quickly, “To see them yet that is.” He shifted his weight from one leg to the other and averted his gaze from his brothers’.

Leonardo stared at him in silence, and it felt as if he was trying to burn a hole into his head. As if to get inside his mind and find out what he was really thinking. Just as it was beginning to feel like too much, he finally spoke.

“Alright.” His arms flopped against his side and he turned away from him, looking in another direction. “Let’s tie them up and head home then.” He gestured to the thugs with a cock of his head and started to walk off, but Donatello reached out and grabbed his arm, stopping him from going any further.

“Leo,” he started, but licked his bottom lip in hesitation. “Thanks… And please don’t tell Raph or Mikey. Especially Mikey.”

An amused puff of air escaped Leonardo’s nostrils. “I won’t say anything to them, but you know Mikey’s gonna be upset when he eventually finds out. Probably cry about how it didn’t happen to him instead.”

Donatello hummed in agreement and for a split second, he kind of wished it had happened to his orange-clad brother instead. At least then he’d be able to observe the phenomenon from the outside and record his findings on the matter if he were to experience it for himself. Normally, he didn’t mind going into things ‘ blind ’, metaphorically speaking. It was part of being a scientist, figuring things out through trial and error. But with this kind of subject? He’d prefer to have some knowledge on how to go about it. Unfortunately, he was on his own.

Turning to follow his brother, Donatello took one last look in the direction the red string pointed off to and wondered if you were having the same troubling thoughts? Then, the idea of you looking for him crossed his mind and it pushed his focus back to the round up. The last thing he wanted was for you to find him in the middle of the night, amongst bodies of thugs, and with a bloodied face.

#OC x Canon Week #OC x Canon Week 2023 #TMNT #TMNT x Reader #TMNT Bayverse #TMNT 2014 #TMNT 2016 #Donatello #Donatello x Reader #TMNT Imagine #TMNT Lit #Mermies Writing

160 notes · View notes

kaybreezy3000 · 2 months

Text

The Devil Within

Five Hargreeves / Reader Insert

Five Hargreeves has not lived an easy life and no matter where he ends up, things never seem to get much better for him.

Stuck inside a body that's his but not, Five is having a hard time moving on, but sometimes all it takes to totally flip a person's view of things is one very special dark and mysterious night.

-note: female OC will remain unnamed and mostly non-descript to give this one a sort of reader insert-ish vibe.

Warnings and extra tags: sexually explicit content, mind games, a little bit of Klaus and Dolores in this one, dubious consent, violent behavior, rough sexual behavior, Dominance and Submission, dirty talking Five, daddy kink, biting, blood, mild body dysmorphia, public sex, Five has many lovey issues but he's still our sweet boy so hang tight-he's going to pull you through all sorts of emotions with this smutty story😏

(23,127 words 4 chapters total)

Link to Chapters 1 and 2

Chapter 3: Angels and Demons

The girl’s mouth snapped shut and her grin disappeared the second Five’s knife was on her.

“What did you do to me; answer me this time!” he fumed.

She lurched forward, trying to latch on to Five’s leg. When he jerked backwards to dodge her, his blade slipped, slicing a small line just under her jaw.

Crimson beads of red began to seep down her ivory skin, but less than a second later the wound healed right before Five’s horrified eyes.

With his knife still ready to split her ear to ear, Five removed his hand from the girl's hair but only to grasp her face, pushing her head up so she had to look at him.

“What the fuck are you!” he screamed as he tried to pry her mouth open.

She twisted her face away, so Five grabbed her by the hair, forcing her to look at him again.

“I am going to ask one more time,” he warned. “What are you and, what the fuck did you do to me?”

The girl didn't look scared. She laughed back, flashing her razor-sharp fangs.

Glancing down between them, Five realized his belt was still unfastened and that he was still in range of getting his dick chomped off.

As he was thinking about how close he’d come already to losing his dick, a deep line formed between the girl's brows.

“Really, Five,” she scoffed. “You were in no danger of me biting your dick off, and you already know what I am because I can hear you thinking it, and the only thing I did to you was what you wanted me to do.”

“Fuck,” he cursed. “So, let me get this right. You are brain invader and a cock sucking slut who also happens to be a blood sucking vampire?”

The girl did not look thrilled by Five’s assessment of her, and she did not answer, which was plenty confirmation for Five that the woman he just forcefully face-fucked was not very happy with him and she was not human.

Looking down at her, his mind whirled. As far as Five could tell, the vampire wasn’t trying to fight him, but she had crawled inside his head, speaking unwelcomed words of love. She had violated him by doing that because it had mixed with his thoughts of Dolores, and he’d fallen for it hard.

The vampire had made him her puppet, pulling him along with his invisible strings, and she was right…he wanted it.

Five cranked her head back and she gasped as if it had hurt her, but he wasn't so sure it did because he didn't know what to believe anymore.

“You have been playing with me from the moment you saw me!” he spit as the point of his knife nicked her skin again only this time intentionally. “I am done being manipulated, and I am sure as hell done with being fucked over by monsters masquerading as humans!”

“Please stop,” she begged, her voice stained from the angle of her neck.

“Please stop what? You fucked with me, it’s only fair I fuck with you,” Five said, mocking her with a spite filled sweetness in his tone as watched her squirm.

Her eyes began to well with moisture and Five couldn’t believe he was seeing such a hurt reaction coming from such a vile being.

His stomach felt sick.

“What did you do to me?” he asked again, his voice hardly above a whisper as he hypnotically watched her slowly blinking away the tears threatening to spill.

The girl slowly swallowed, her eyes floating down to the floor. “I didn’t bite you. I know that’s what you think, but I didn’t. I did tear open that piece of shit in the alley because he was a serial rapist who liked to kill women just for sport. He had dozens of roofies stuffed inside his sweaty ape costume and he planned on using them.

The sound of the metal pipe cracking against that creep’s skull echoed through Five’s mind. He remembered the tiny white tablets spilling to the ground as his body hit the pavement.

Five had been lost in his own dark and depressing thoughts as he had walked down that alley, that to him, when he saw them, it looked like the gorilla man was hurting an innocent young girl. He jumped in and shoved her out of the way just in time. He’d gotten his ass handed to him. He thought the girl had been terrified.

Like a slap to the face, it hit him.

She wasn’t scared.

She was exactly where she wanted to be. That man was going to strike her, and her mouth was open, but it wasn’t to scream.

The angel was playing the prey, but really, she was the hunter all along. She had told him that, only he missed so much and refused to see what she was really saying because he was too focused on looking down her shirt and not getting caught.

In a daze, the blade fell away from her neck. As Five's shaking hand hesitated in front of her, the bloody point left a streak of blood on the bodice of the vampire’s sparkly white dress.

“You don’t need to worry. I took care of that creep,” she said, somehow reading his mind again. “His body will never be found, and nobody saw you there, so there is no way you could be accused of his murder.”

The girl had just admitted to murder, yet she was speaking so gentle, and she wasn’t even trying to get away. Just then, Five noticed that her teeth were normal again. She looked so human that it was hard to remember why he was so mad, and that confusion was making it hard for him to breathe, but still he put the knife to her throat again.

“You did something to me,” he said, part in accusation, and in part question because the truth was, Five wasn’t sure what was happening to him.

The girl somehow looked even more dejected by him saying that but like with everything else Five had wanted of her, she gave in and answered him.

“When I touched you, I knew you were so much more than you appeared to be. I know what it’s like to feel lonely and I wanted…” The girl paused and looked down, then whispered, “You wanted to help me, and I wanted to help you, so I gave you something you weren’t willing to take for yourself and then I healed you.”

As the words ‘take’ and ‘healed you,’ ruminated in Five’s head, he again remembered their kiss and the taste of his own blood filling his mouth.

He was bleeding and he’d felt her teeth on him, but his lip was already split. She didn’t have to bite him to make him bleed.

He was the one that pushed for more of her, and she let him and then she gave him something else that had filled his mouth, and it was amazing, and he was almost certain it wasn't his coppery blood.

“Fuck…” Five uttered, drawing in an unsteady breath. His eyes darted around their private room as the bass from the bar thrummed to the sound of his own frantic heartbeat that was ringing like an alarm in his ears.

All the pieces were coming together.

The vampire had to have sliced into her own tongue during their heated kiss. He could taste the honeyed poison of her blood, and as bazar as it was, in the moment, he'd willingly gave himself to it, and even worse, right now, even with her cowering at his feet, he wanted to escape in her all over again.

The girl’s fingers skimmed the fabric covering his calf as her voice quivered his name.

“Five?”

He looked back down at her, his face contorting with anguish as his body broke out in a cold sweat.

The vampire immediately pulled her hand back in her lap, but just that uninvited advance it was enough to send him defensively spiraling.

Run.

That’s all he could think. Over and over… Run, run, RUN!

All at once, he was sitting at his family’s fancy dining room table, glaring at his siblings and Reginald, blaming them for all his suffering. Five was living a lie at The Umbrella Academy. He felt trapped and plagued by demons that he couldn’t escape. He had to do something.

And the boy did.

He ran.

Then, after a lifetime of suffering, instead of dying, he became something awful.

Coming back to himself with an overwhelming need to escape striking ever nerve in his body, Five looked at the knife in his hand. He dropped it to the floor with a clatter.

A sizzling jolt of energy lit up the air between them. The burst of blue lightning flew out around him, throwing her back.

Five screamed out from the intensity of the pain that was shooting through him, and then he was gone.

~~~~~~~~~

In a sudden illumination of light strobing in the shadowy pass between buildings outside, Five plunged out of his portal. The fall leaves scattered off under the dumpsters and lower lever window wells as the energy coming off of him dissipated, but he kept moving, stumbling forward, his hands catching him at the last second on the brick wall he was about to slam into.

He was hyperventilating and his body was violently shaking from the aftershock of his jump but Five took off again anyway, tearing ass down the dark alleyway on wobbly feet as he struggled to refasten his belt.

He’d just teleported but that wasn't possible anymore. He had no powers, none of them did anymore, but still, he'd just spontaneously ripped through time and space with a rush of terror filled adrenaline and a mere wish to get from a known point A to a known point B.

Beside himself, Five's face turned up as he squinted at the dark sky and the rooftops looming over him. The light rain mixed with the tears streaming down his burning cheeks. He was sure that he could feel eyes watching him. He saw no one, but still, images of the vampire’s sorrowful eyes filled his vision.

Cursing, Five tore off his horned headband, throwing it in the gutter as he ran.

Since it was nearing bar time, when he made it to the street, thankfully he wasn’t alone. Rather than keep pumping into people and making himself look even more batshit crazy, Five forced himself to slow to a fast-paced walk.

For the next six blocks, Five looked over his shoulder dozens of times, but he never saw the vampire.

By the time he was trampling up the stairs to his and Klaus’s apartment, he was a breathless disheveled mess, and his nerves were shot. He was so shaken that he almost dropped his key three times as he tried to get it in the door.

“Klaus!” Five yelled as he dead bolted the door behind him and threw up the extra chain.

No one replied.

Making his way down the hall into their small living area, Five could see that the apartment was dark except for the light on under the microwave. He flicked the switch on for the table light, his reddened eyes agitatedly looking around their kitchen and the living room.

There was nobody there.

Going to Klaus’s bedroom door, he found that room dark and empty too.

Normally Five would have preferred Klaus wasn’t home, but at that moment, he wanted Klaus to be there with a childlike neediness that was messing with him even more.

Entering his own room, he couldn’t see anything because the blackout curtains covering the large window above his bed were fully drawn, so Five rushed over and turned on his bedside lamp.

His emotion blurred vision immediately found Dolores staring back at him and his breath caught, and his chest hurt.

She was right where he’d left her, on his bed, tucked in under the heavy blankets.

“I am so sorry,” he sobbed as he pulled her out of the tangled nest of bedding.

Five wrapped one arm around her midsection, his other supporting her under the severed joint between her torso and where her lower half should be.

For so many years in the apocalypse Dolores did not have her legs or one of her arms, so like so many of Five’s odd habits, now that he had them, he still preferred to keep those parts of her in his closet, but doing so also served a purpose in keeping her easy to pick up, and now, holding her like he used to was all that was keeping him together.

Standing there feeling guilt-ridden and lost, he cradled Dolores, rocking her as much to calm her as to calm himself.

Five molded himself around her familiar shape as he pressed muffled words to her cold neck. “Sweetheart, I know you are mad, but I swear what happened tonight meant nothing.”

Dying to feel her acceptance, he pressed his hand to hers, his trembling fingers lacing between the solid form of acceptance.

“Please say something,” Five begged, but all he got was a bitter response of silence.

For the first time ever, Five couldn’t conjure up that loving voice of reason he had clung to for so long and if he didn't have Dolores inside him, he believed he’d lost the last part of him that was good.

Not even realizing he was doing it, Five panicked. His hand tightened, squeezing Dolores’s fingers so hard that one of them made a quick snapping sound as a hairline fracture crawled up the peachy colored glaze of her flesh.

“No!” he shrieked when he felt her breaking.

Disgusted with himself and unable to look at what he’d done, Five ripped Dolores’s arm off and kicked it under his bed as if hiding the damage made it not real.

Holding her to his chest, with her bald head pressed under his chin, Five sunk to the floor.

A heavy sigh heaved out of him as his lips pressed to her temple. “You don’t need to say it, I know that I am nuts. I wouldn't want me either.”

All of a sudden, a loud burst of laughter ripped out of Five’s chest.

“I am and always have been the devil, and the hell I have been living is mostly of my own creation.”

Five lowered his head, letting Dolores slip from his arms.

As she lay between his legs, Five’s unfocused eyes looked out at the floor in front of him.

"I need to just own it... This is who I am," he whispered.

Dolores still said nothing, but this time, Five didn't expect or want her to.

The apartment was almost too quiet. Five could hear the gears slowly turning in the clock hanging his wall.

The fingers resting over his raised knee tightened. He clenched them together so hard that his nails began to cut into his palm.

His power sprang to life, the blue light emanating from his grip with the infinite potential that he’d once believed defined him but was also responsible for so much of his pain.

He was wrong. Five could see that now. He had no one to blame for the choices he’d made, and he was done playing the victim.

“Well, now what,” he muttered as another round of inappropriate laughter threatened to surge out of him.

“I think that depends on you. Are you done in there?” a female voice questioned from out in his kitchen.

Startled, the light in Five’s hand went out and his head jerked towards his bedroom door.

Holding his breath, he slowly straightened his back. His fingers pushing up on the wooden floor as his body unfolded.

Silently and carefully, he moved Dolores aside to the chair pulled up in front of his desk, then he edged to his bedroom door.

There, perched on top of his and Klaus’s small kitchen table was the vampire, swinging her heels as she offered him a timid looking smile.

“Hey there again, handsome.”

Five’s radiant green eyes moved up, taking in the fake horns settled on top of her head. “Those aren’t yours,” he coolly noted.

“Finder's keepers,” she replied with a girlish spirit that matched her youthful face but not the serious look she was giving him.

“I thought vampires couldn’t come in your house unless they are invited in,” Five stated as he came out into the room, eyeing his knife as she twirled it in her hand with as much stealth as Diego once had.

When he looked to his suit jacket hanging on the back of the chair next to her, the girl’s smile grew just a little more. “Like so many things, that's not true. All it takes to get inside someone’s house is to be very sneaky. And since you are also wondering... I do not sleep in a coffin, and I cannot walk through walls, or fly, and unlike you, I can't just evaporate into thin air. Sometimes I can read what you are thinking, but reading your thoughts is much easier when you are upset, and darling...” her lip quirked, “-you project so loud I can’t help but eavesdrop on you.”

Five raised a brow at the girl. “So, after our little fling at the bar, am I going to turn into a blood sucking bat? And thank you for bringing me my new jacket. I just got that, and it would have been a travesty to lose that one already.”

Looking amused, she shook her head. “You are welcome, and no, you are not going to turn into a bat. You did swallow some of my blood and I got a tiny taste of you, and it was lovely since I enjoy that sort of thing, but our little exchange was not enough to turn you. I don’t need to drain someone to have a good time. That is so cliché and I’ll have you know that I also enjoy eating and drinking other things other than blood.”

“Other things like my jizz?” Five shot back as his unyielding eyes flit down to her chest that not long ago had been decorated with the aftermath of his pleasure.

“Actually,” she drawled as she narrowed her eyes back at him, “I am very fond of caffeinated beverages and spicy Thai noodles followed by huge bowls of chocolate ice-cream with peanut butter and marshmallows mixed in.”

“Hmmm,” Five hummed as his hand came up to his mouth and he stepped closer. “Interesting.”

“I am sure it is,” she softly laughed.

Five’s knees bumped the vampire’s as he came under the yellow beam of the light hanging above her.

Very slowly, he raised his arm and took his knife from her, sitting it down behind her.

“I am sorry,” she whispered as she gazed back at him, sounding and looking much less sultry and confident than she did a second before.

“I am not sure you are the one that should be saying that,” Five countered as he carefully removed his horns from her head, placing them on the table as well.

The girl’s eyes closed for a moment. Five heard her take in a deep breath, then her icy eyes met his again. “I didn’t mean for this to happen the way it did. I really did just want to help you,” she ruefully offered.

Five let out a small laugh that was nowhere on the level of hysteria as his last one. He ran his hand back through his hair as he eyed the vampire that he had corned on his tabletop.

He leaned in. “Your help did more than heal my face, angel,” he corrected, his tone silvery and sweet but his eyes growing darker the more he studied her.

“I may not be getting all this right, but you teleported?” she questioned and Five heard the girl’s breath pull in as his eyes brazenly traveled down her body.

“I did,” he smoothly replied.

She looked troubled. “Did you want to be able to do that again?” she uneasily asked.

Five didn’t answer, in part because he didn’t know how to answer that, and because his powers were only one of the things that she’d accidentally awoken in him.

Five brought his hands to the girl’s knees, pushing them apart so he could move himself closer. “Why did you follow me here?” he questioned, not even bothering to conceal that he was hungrily staring at her lips as he said it.

“I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Is that it?”

She nodded.

“Aren’t you the nicest little vampire? Are all of you like this?” Five teased.

“No,” she laughed. “I am one of the exceptions to the rule in the vast club of blood sucking cock licking sluts, but me coming here is more than that. I wanted to check on you because I really felt like…” The girl looked down, her pale face appearing to redden just a little.

“You felt like there was something more between us?” Five filled in for her as he frowned over her trying to make a joke over the awful things he'd called her.

“I did,” she said, confirming what she'd already almost admitted at bar. Her face looked so scared yet hopeful as she said it that Five couldn’t help but let the smile he was holding back escape.

As his expression softened, he reached up and touched the girl's cheek, his thumb tentatively caressing her lightly flushed skin.

To his surprised, the girl trustingly pushed her face into the same hand he had so angrily held her by the hair with, then she said, “Five, I know you think you aren’t worthy of love, but you are. You have more love and strength in you than anyone I have ever met."

A soft puff of air caused his chest to raise and fall as Five laughed at himself and what he was about to say. “Angel, for a vampire, you have a very forgiving way of looking at things and you letting me get away with the shit I do, and you saying all these flattering things about me makes me want to tear you apart, and I know that dysfunction is all my own, but I am finding that I need to confront that demon if I ever want to move on.”

The vampire smiled.

Five confidently grinned back at her, then with zero hesitation, he tugged her to the edge of the table, causing the wooden legs to bark out in warning against the old linoleum floor.

The girl fell backwards as the old table rocked, her weight landing on her elbows as she looked back at Five in question. “What are you doing?”

“Returning a favor," he calmly stated while at the same time pulling her towards him until her feet dropped to the floor. “Do you want me to play with you again?” he asked as his youthful smile brightened in such a way that he looked every bit the excited young man he appeared to be.

“Ahhh- Yeah… Yes.” As the girl stumbled over her words, Five only grew more confident.

Before the vampire could question him again, Five spun her around and pushed her down on the table. Flipping up her skirt, he delivered a hard slap with his open hand.

The girl let out a loud cry of surprise and her entire body lurched forward from the impact but Five kept moving fast, hoping that the vampire wouldn’t figure out his next move.

Securely holding her hips, he swiftly bent down and pressed a warm kiss over the red imprint his hand had just left on her ass. “You like daddy to take charge and you like it rough, don’t you, angel?” Five took the edge of her panties in his teeth, pulling them back.

“Yes,” she whimpered as he let them go and the elastic snapped against her.

“Good,” Five praised as he stood up and started rubbing the backs of her thighs.

Moving along without an ounce of his apprehension left, Five pressed his hips into her backside, keeping her lodged where he wanted as he reached up to start undoing his tie.

Catching his reflection in the mirror on the wall across from him, Five realized that his eyes were glowing with a predatory light. His fingers stopped and he went still as a statue.

The vampire started to push herself up off the table, and not even thinking, eyes still staring at the unfamiliar face looking back at him, Five pressed a hand to her lower back, shoving her down until he was done removing the black silk from his neck.

“Ah-ah-ah… Daddy didn’t say you could go anywhere,” he warned as a devious looking half smile started to form on the devil's face in the mirror.

With that, what was left of the scared boy inside him and the man that wanted to run were gone. Five flipped his tie loose, then took the vampire by the arm and pulled her up.

Reaching around her front, Five put her wrists together and proceeded to wrap his tie around them.

"Fi-ivv_" His name on a rush of air came out of her mouth at the sudden feel of his teeth slowly sinking into the nape of her neck.

"Hold still," he lowly growled without letting up.

The high-pitched sound that the girl let as he snapped the silk knot as tight as he could was followed by Five biting down harder.

Unwilling or unable to fight it or him, her body swayed as her head dropped back against his.

Distracting the vampire with his mouth was so Five could more easily detain her, and once done, he immediately followed that by rolling the warm pressure of his body against her cool backside.

“Oh fuck, sweetheart. You are making me so hard.”

Hearing that, and feeling Five’s erection rut into her, the vampire tried to turn her head to the side to get a glimpse of him, but he wouldn’t let her.

Catching her throat in his hand, Five turned her forward again, then continued to leisurely grind himself against the girl’s backside, using soft pushes and pulls to direct her hips into his.

This behavior was exactly what Five was used to when it came to expressing his sexual urges with Dolores, and even if it was demeaning to do it to someone that was real, he already knew that the vampire didn't mind that broken part of him. She had also said that she liked him as is and as the devil so Five was dead set that the devil was exactly what she was going to get.

Knowing she had the go ahead and that she wasn't as fragile as she appeared to be, Five’s fingers tightened around her neck.

He pressed his mouth to her skin, breathing in her scent along her hair line as he relished to cool feel of her skin on his nose. He squeezed her larnax tighter as his eyes closed and coils of tension pooled at the base of his spine.

As she struggled to breathe, Five's breathing grew heavier and the sound of his wool pants rubbing up on her got even quicker. “I am going to fuck you so hard you scream my name and wake up this whole building,” he threatened.

Raising a hand from the girl’s slender hips, Five wrenched one of the arms of her dress down, then he started to apply a trail of bruises across her shoulder, his mouth deeply sucking and biting almost to the point of breaking skin before letting go.

“Oh my God!” she cried out as Five’s hand that had been crushing her throat let go and moved down under the front of dress. Not stopping, his jerked the flowy fabric up, moving his hand right up under her skirt where he stroked her and massaged her over the top of her satin panties and forced her hips back against his even harder.

“Not God, sweetheart. I am the devil, remember,” Five hummed against her flesh before he bit into her again.

A cry of helplessness erupted from the girl’s gaped mouth. Five held tight as her body fought for more of his hand and her back arched into him.

As Five reveled in her moans, he happily ground the bulge in his pants into her crack, using her like she was one of his pillows with a deliberately placed open book under it. Five knew he could do this for far too long and not tire of it, but this was about repaying his debt and owning something in him he'd long denied, so he pushed the girl’s skirt up, then with the flick of his wrist, he tore her panties off and chucked them over the couch a few feet away.

After another firm slap that made the girl cry out his name, Five spun her around, pushing her back until her butt was on his table again. Then he shoved her down on her back and he threw both her legs over his shoulders. With his hands sliding under her, Five lifted her ass up as he buried his head under the feathered fringe of her skirt.

His mouth covered her without hesitation, his tongue wildly running around, over, across, testing and tasting her.

Hearing several sharp intakes of breath and feeling her thighs involuntarily pressing into his cheeks and Five knew he was doing something right and not just indulging himself. Keeping at it, he tried to figure out how to get her to react that way again, and soon he did, and she was frantically crossing her ankles behind his neck to keep him from stopping.

This was so amazing and new for him that Five moaned into her flesh in part because he couldn’t help himself and partly because he wanted to see what it would feel like to her if he did. Her heels dug into his back as her hips moved against him as the sound from his mouth tickled her, so he moaned even more then started to suck hard, pushing his shoulders into the backs of her legs even harder.

He pulled her clit into his mouth, giving it a few rapid flicks of tongue then he’d let it go only to pull it into his mouth again, sucking, teasing, releasing, and repeating as she writhed. Five had no idea what he was doing but he figured that if getting your dick sucked felt fucking awesome then sucking a girl off should feel pretty good too, either way, he was having fun.

“You are unreal,” the girl panted and breathily giggled as she reached her tied hands downwards, anxiously trying to touch him.

Avoiding the vampire’s clutches as he wondered if even now, she was in his head, taking a chance, Five went lower, dipping his tongue inside her.

That taste...

Fuck.

A guttural sound vibrated out of his throat and his dick screamed at him to be let out.

Ignoring his own needs, Five hummed and whimpered through his dismay as he sloppily licked her slit up and down.

With thoughts of what it would be like to be inside her making him dizzy with want, Five yanked his belt loose and ripped his fly down as he pulled his pants open. Dragging his cock from his underwear, he began to touch himself, all the while sloppily dining on the vampire’s cunt.

No stranger to fucking himself, Five spread the moisture at his tip down his thick length, allowing the feel of it to make him quiver as he played with his own sensitive flesh. Making a keening nose through his nose, Five started jerking hard and he knew that with the noises he was making now that the girl knew full well that he was going to town on himself, but he could care less.

“MM-mmm, Ffff-fff,” he stuttered and groaned against the girl’s swollen folds as his hand moved back and forth over the veins filling his length.

“Jesus fucking Christmas, Five! You sound so fucking hot doing that!” she frantically cried out.

With the vampire’s liquid lust glistening on his face, Five popped his mouth off her. “You want to watch me fuck my hand, you dirty girl?”

“Fuck, Yes! Five! Yes, yes, YES!” Her agitated words filled Five’s ears like a song made just for him as his mouth returned to her, going at it twice as hard and fast, and his reward was the feel of her body convulsing under the hand he had pressing on her tummy to keep her down.

Even more wetness spilled between the vampire’s legs and the stimulating taste and knowledge that he’d just made her cum with nothing but his mouth was enough to turn off what was left Five’s reservations over letting the diabolical deviant in him take the wheel.

Proudly knowing he’d succeeded in his first goal, Five rapidly dropped the girl’s ass to the table, then he ducked under her useless, dangling legs, and rose back up, swiftly kicking off his shoes and toeing off his socks as he stood over her. The vampire’s eyes looked glazed over as she watched him slide his black dress pants down his hips and then jump out of them with boyish vigor.

“That was the most amazing face fuck I have ever had. Thank you,” she murmured, the words slurring from her mouth in a way that Five thought sounded so enduring.

Reaching out, he took the long tether dangling from her tied wrists, yanking the knot to release her hands. "Now you can touch me or yourself all you want, angel," Five smugly informed her as he grinned and rapidly started undoing the buttons on his shirt. "Oh, and you are welcome," he said with a beautiful laugh that was all joy. "I do what I can do, and don’t worry, angel. Daddy's not done fucking you, and since you liked it so much, I will tie you down again later if you aren’t too tired after what I am going to do to you next,” he promised, then he tugged his half-unbuttoned shirt over his head, tossing it on the floor in the growing pile of his clothes.

The vampire’s iridescent eyes traveled over Five’s lean muscle, the mountains, and valleys in all the right places. The V-shape of his abs were like an arrow pointing straight to his dick, and just the way she was looking at him as she reeled in post orgasmic bliss, looked to Five like it might make her burst into flames and he couldn’t get enough of it.

Five knew he was okay physically. He wasn’t a skinny little child anymore. He also wasn’t the broken old man he was. He was mentally something in-between, and not at all normal. He had been so sure that he shouldn’t be projecting any of his dirtier and demented appetites on anyone young or old, but this vampire was different and so was this. This felt like it was a free pass and maybe something even more.

It was like she was exactly what he’d been looking for.

The vampire dreamily beamed at him like she was in love, her fangs long and sharp as they gleamed in the light hanging over her. This time the sight of her looking like that didn’t scare Five at all and that’s because he was starting to realize that ‘fangs out’ equated to the vampire being in a state of aroused bliss and he knew very well that he was to blame for it, not her.

She wanted him; the real him, and that made him feel a weight being lifted off him that had been holding him down his whole life.

“Damn,” she softly chuckled as her look turned all mischief and her words filled with sarcasm “I said it once and I am going to say it again. That cock of yours is impressive. With the size of that thing, I am pretty sure there’s no way you have any blood left in your brain, and I’d know that too, since I am by nature a wanton slut who is well educated in all things body fluids."

Hearing her again reference how he'd insulted her, Five’s smug expression weakened to one much less arrogant looking.

“I’ll happily admit that contrary to my documented level of genius, I am not always that smart, and I proved that when I called you that.” Five glanced down at his dick, shaking his hips so that it swung from side to side. He looked back up, using his timid smile to try to charm the girl as much as his body seemed to be doing. “But…as you noted," he sighed, "it’s not really my fault. I am a very horny guy, whose blood has other places it needs to be, so I am pretty much a stupid prick about half the time because of that, so will you forgive me? That wasn't okay and I am sorry.”

“Sure, that’s why you are so mean. Too many boners...” she mocked as she giggled.

Five dropped his chin, his dark hair falling over his eyes as his lower lip pushed out.

“Oh, jeez,” she barked laughing over the sight of him pulling out all the stops. “Yes, I will forgive you. How can I not with you looking at me all pouty like that while you also swing that dangerous weapon around.”

Satisfied smile in place because he’d so easily made amends and had won her over again, Five began to advance. Picking her up off the table, much like he did with Dolores from his bed, Five’s arms came around the girl, only this time he had the luxury of feeling her ass and her cool arms wrapping around him to embrace him back like he’d never felt before other than in the delusions he created.

“I really am sorry, I hurt you,” he whispered as she stood there with the front of her heels bumping his toes.

“I know, Five. I know what you felt, and I didn't mean to invade your mind and push you into a corner like that. I am sorry too,” she breathed back.

The odd realization that the girl in his arms did understand him and that she may be the only person that ever has, made Five want to say so many things he couldn’t begin to express appropriately, so once again, he didn’t try to.

They both stayed like that for a few long seconds, staring into each other’s eyes, but the tension broken when he grabbed her jaw, pulling her into a messy kiss while he rolled his hips into her, so the tip of his cock brushed back and forth in the small gap between her legs.

Thinking of his bedroom and about laying her out on his bed where he’d have plenty of room to work, but also the fact that Dolores was in there and would be watching, Five decided to take the vampire with him on a spatial jump across the small kitchen. As they reappeared, he sandwiched her between him and the plaster wall dividing his kitchen and bedroom.

The girl breathlessly gasped. “Wow- Tha-that... That was...different!”

Five smiled as he waited for her eyes to refocus.

“That was nothing. If you want me to take you on a real ride through crazy land, I can,” he only half joked as he excitedly kissed her again.

Moans spilled from her mouth as savage need took him again, his hands moving all over her body while he nipped and licked at her reddened lips.

The shimmering fabric of the vampire’s costume left almost nothing to the imagination as Five groped her breasts like a mad man, but still it had to go.

He moved his assault to the girl’s shoulder, buzzing a growl into her skin just before he bit down and simultaneously ripped the skimpy white dress from the bust down to the bottom hem.

The soft white feathers scattered at their feet as the ruined dress slunk down her legs and fluttered to the floor.

“Fuck. You are so beautiful,” Five puffed as his head fell to her chest, his lips quickly finding the perky nubs of flesh he’d been eyeing up all night.

Loving how her nipples grew hard with his suckling kisses and how his naughty vamp kept welcoming his every demanding touch, Five moved back and forth trying to figure out which of her breasts was his favorite, but try as he may, he couldn't figure it out. Acting out like a kid in a candy store who just got to try sugar for the first time, Five was feeling long past he'd landed on cloud nine, but he knew there was a better way to get her aroused again to the level he was.

Though Five was feeling selfish and he didn’t exactly want to relinquish his newfound toys, he did.

As his hard cock thrust between the girl’s thighs, Five’s tongue attacked her mouth again, swirling around, trying to seduce her into biting him.

Much to Five’s frustration, the little vampire wasn’t taking the bait. Kissing her much softer instead, his thumbs drew slow hard circles into her lower back, kneading her body as he plotted his next move. Then, as she was losing herself to his fingers rubbing her so hard that he felt like he might rip out her bones, her mouth dropped open in pleasure and Five slide hiss tongue under one of her fangs.

When the taste of his blood filled their mouths, and his cock head glided back and forth between her legs, the vampire’s contented moans shifted between breathier whines and frantic whimpers. “Please,” she sputtered against Five’s lips as he tried to keep them locked with hers. “Ffff-plea-ff."

Five only let up when she wasn’t begging him to stop, and her body tensed and then fell into him limply from the power of another orgasm thundering through her. He leaned back just enough to admire his tormented vampire and to give her a wicked grin that involved him shamelessly licking the taste of his own blood from his lips. “There. Now it’s time to fuck you through the wall, love.”

The girl’s mouth gaped as if in wonder, and Five couldn’t be sure if it was what he’d just done that was causing her to look at him like that or if it was the intimate term of endearment he just called her. What he did know was she'd liked it.

Even though he'd never done this with a real person, and he was pretty much just living out his fantasy's as they hit him, Five was feeling pretty damn proud of himself, but then she started laughing at him.

“Five, where in the world did you get it in your head that fucking someone through a wall was a good course of action?”

“I have no fucking idea where some of my crazy ideas come from. I am an old perv virgin and I am shooting from the hip so just go with it,” he growled but he couldn't help laughing after he'd said it.

Then, catching the girl’s knee, he lifted, pushing her body up so he was bearing most of her weight.

Taking just a moment to line himself up, Five pushed his hot length along the slickness between her legs and that alone felt like heaven but a lifetime of wanting to do this and the worshipful look in her eyes was what drove him to end his suffering once and for all.

In one brutal shove, Five entered her.

“Holy fuck!” she cried as her head fell back against the wall hard, rattling the generic piece of art hanging a few feet away.

“Amen,” Five moaned, holding himself deep inside the girl’s quivering body as his naked heels plowed back on the floor to support them. “You are so fucking tight,” he grated out through clenched teeth as he tried to hold still, so he didn’t blow his load in the first second of finally getting his cock inside her.

Closing his eyes, Five slowly undulated his hips, working himself back and forth until he was sure that he was moving freely thanks to how wet he'd already gotten her.

Despite his previous non-dick related efforts to fuck her and insulations of her whoring around town sluttiness, Five’s cock felt like it was in a vice grip; his head was already spinning it felt so wonderful. His thoughts were almost nothing but static and he could easily fuck her hard and fast until he was seeing stars, and that would take less than thirty seconds, but Five was determined to own this and her, so he resisted the urge to give in to that easy and quick form of euphoria.

Like his fingers at the bar, Five’s hips pulled back, then violently pitched upwards. His tip slid back and forth, as he began to move in shallow thrusts.

Flipping his head back to get his hair out of his eyes and with his hand locking onto the girl’s leg, Five lifted her up even more, so that the tips of her heels weren’t touching the floor at all.

“Say you are mine,” he demanded as her arms and legs started to wrap around him.

When she didn’t answer other than to let out an unintelligible string of vowel sounds, Five forced his generous sized cock back all the way, slamming it into her all the way again.

“I am YOURS!” she yelled as his body smacked against hers with a thwack.

“That’s right,” Five panted as he started using her body as wished, his hands digging into her hips as he violently thrust himself up into her.

As he figured would happen as soon as he was really moving, Five was quickly losing his grip on reality and on himself. The vampire’s nails cut into his back, and the pain was exactly the distraction he needed to keep him going a little longer.

She yelled out his name as he pushed her knee up higher, bending it more as he nipped and licked at her ear. Dipping his head, he pulled as the skin under her ear with his mouth, drawing the blood to the surface of her skin so a deep purple replaced where his lips had just been.

When the girl’s hands locked on the back of his head, pulling at his hair hard enough to make Five grimace, his mouth latched on to the milky pale flesh where her neck met her shoulder.

Thinking of nothing other than possessing her, Five’s teeth dug in hard.

As soon as traces of vampire’s sweet blood started to touch his tongue, Five bit down harder.

Her body shuddered, and he latched on like an animal, sucking on her while he repeatedly impaled her.

“Oh, FFFFuuucccKKK!” she cried, her body trembling even harder as she pawed at Five’s back and her fingers weakly tangled in his messy hair.

With his mind turned to utter mush, Five jerked his body into her, forcing her back side against the wall so hard the old plaster started to break.

Not letting up, Five bit down harder, unable to stop himself. His dull teeth were destroying her skin and it had to hurt terribly but the vampire only cried out his name even louder as her cunt rapidly throbbed around his cock as he jackhammered her with it.

Five felt indestructible and it felt like his feet had lifted off the floor but when he finally brought himself to break away and look down, half expecting to see that he was in fact flying and she'd lied to him, they remained planted on the ugly brown and gold surface. Fueled by the magic in the vampire’s blood and the darkness in him that had always wanted his, Five drilled the girl even faster, his dick as hard and insistent as him that after he was done, his joke of fucking her through the wall would hardly be a laughing matter.

Five’s brows knit together, and his eyes burned brighter with ethereal light as he intensely focused on watching the girl’s every expression that crossed her face. His low grunting moans filled the kitchen as he leaned in, his hot quick breaths brushing against the reddened lips he couldn’t get enough of.

Five kissed the vampire one more time, her mouth gasping for air and for him as he thrust in a piston like motion, making his cock pump in and out of her like he was a machine. His forehead was glistening with sweat. His body was quivering. He was at the end of his rope, no longer able to hold himself back to drag this life altering encounter out any longer.

His eyes flickered open and shut and his body helplessly tensed and relaxed, then went rigid again. The sound that came out of him as he skirted the edge of climax could only be described as feral, but when Five’s orgasm came out of him, it was with soft whimpers and him shakily shooting spurts of cum deep into the girl that he’d just made his.

The fire in Five’s eyes was like emerald embers, quietly burning out to nothing more than the faintest glow.

His body threatened to give out and send them both crashing to the floor, but he wouldn't let it.

He slowly and carefully allowed the vampire’s feet to hit the ground again, but he didn’t let her go because he was too scared that if he did, she'd be gone. His young face as he looked at her was the picture of innocent longing and hope but also deep peace, and it was all long overdue.

Five looked like he could fall asleep standing right there, but instead, he leaned in, letting his body become heavy in her firm arms instead of the other way around.

When he felt one of the hands around him gently release and let go, Five winced slightly but the vampire quickly reached up and touched his cheek that wasn’t resting against hers and he nuzzled his head against her neck, wishing he could stay like that forever.

When Five finally opened his eyes to hers again she whispered, “You are gorgeous, Five, you know that?”

He smiled uncomfortably. “Thanks, so are you… I said that, didn't I?”

She laughed at him like he’d hoped she would, then he carefully started to ease himself out of her.

With the sight of his cooling seed dripping down her legs and onto the floor, Five dizzily turned and picked up his dress shirt. Kneeling as the girl quietly watched him, Five tenderly wiped her off and then himself.

The vampire’s adoring smile never wavered as she let Five take care of her, but as soon as he was done, her cool eyes began to scan his apartment and her pink lips turned down slightly.

“Can I officially meet her now?” she asked, gesturing to Five’s bedroom.

Knowing full well that she meant Dolores, Five nodded. He knew he was grinning back at her request, looking like a fool, but that didn’t stop him from watching the naked little vampire walk into his room to meet the only other woman he'd ever known.

“I know, Dolores,” he muttered, answering the silent voice that was speaking to him again as he followed. “She is perfect for me, and I did need this to happen.”

After very brief pleasantries were extended and he indulged both of them, Five smartly shut down their threesome by putting Dolores away in her comfortable cubby in his closet.

As he turned, the vampire sat down on his bed, then gracefully crossed her legs and folded her hands in her lap as her eyes scanned the shelves of books next to his desk.

Five was speechless as he took in the delicate curve of her waist where it met her hips. She looked almost like a porcelain doll in the dim light from his lamp and that was ironic considering his admiration and love for Dolores.

When she finally looked back up at him, standing there buck naked, gawking at her like the inexperienced old scoundrel he was, Five was sure she was going to say something to tease him for being so openly lovestruck but then she said, “I suppose I should go, but first I probably should borrow a long shirt or something else you don't mind parting with. It is still All Hallow’s Eve, and the ghouls are out in droves, and I know they won't mind seeing the sight of this undead bod of mine, but the cops might.”

“Don’t go,” Five found himself saying, his voice so broken sounding that it even shocked him.

The vampire’s hands floated up to her heart as if subconsciously trying to protect herself from Five desperately trying to claim it. “Are you sure you want me here for more than what we just did? The four-orgasm, devil daddy spanking I just received is more than I deserved after-” She paused and frowned. “It’s not that I don’t want to stay, it’s just you should know that a girl like me comes with restrictions that you don’t have to worry about with other girls. We can keep this strictly what we did... Just too people who crossed paths on a lonely night...”

“I have never been surer of anything in my very long, very sad life,” Five laughed, then he came over, scooped up the vampire’s legs as he righted her on his bed, then climbed over her and occupied the empty space beside her.

With the left side of her body pressed against the right side of his, the girl glanced over at him. Misreading her tense expression, Five worriedly asked, “Did I hurt you when I did that?”

What Five couldn’t bring himself to say was that he didn’t just mean when he’d lost himself to fucking her so hard. His eyes moved to her shoulder to where he’d bitten her but just like his blade, there was no evidence of his crime.

“You didn’t hurt me. Quite the opposite,” she said as her cheeks lit up the smallest amount but enough that Five knew she was feeling as affected by what they’d done as he was.

Smiling like a fool again, Five propped up his head on his forearm. She reached ever, found his other hand, lacing his fingers in hers as she rolled over, propping up on her elbows with her chin on his chest. “The night is young, and you’ve got me all to yourself, so what do you want to do now, handsome? I know Antique Roadshow is playing reruns at this hour on public television and that cute little old man in you is just dying to watch it…”

“I don��t have a TV in here,” Five huffily reminded her as his chest rose up and down with laughter.

“Oh, right! You don’t,” she replied, pretending to only just now notice Five’s lack of modern electronics other than his small radio on his desk. “So, what do you want then, daddy?”

Mind still taken and buzzing with all that was the perfection he saw in front of him, Five quickly said, “I want to keep you and learn everything I can about you. Can I?”

“I think something can be arranged,” the vampire whispered back as Five felt her cool lips press against the inside of his wrist.

With slow movements and a slowing mind, Five languidly reached over and turned off the light, then he delicately pulled the vampire’s body around him, so her back side was up against his. Lazily holding her, Five listened to the calming sound of her rhythmic voice, answering his many, many questions about her life and how it was she came to be what she was.

After a while, Five merely held her, saying nothing. The vampire's quiet breaths slowly synced with his and his eyes grew heavier.

As he slipped off, Five felt her brush a hand back through his hair, the sensation of it only adding to the unfathomable contentment he felt.

Part in a dream, but with one foot still in the real world, Five didn’t want to run from himself or anything anymore. For once, he was truly happy.

Chapter 4: Forever

Hours later, like the early riser he has always been, Five started to wake up, but old habits weren’t the only thing driving him.

His room was so dark you couldn’t see anything but the faintest outlines of his furniture, yet the coolness of the female lying next to him with her feet tucked around his made him smile for her anyway.

He breathed in the feminine smell of her hair as he kissed her neck.

The she didn’t move.

Five’s morning wood was parked between the girl’s legs, and he was naughtily undulating it when he wasn’t even fully awake but even that moment of semi-conscious depravity didn’t arouse her, so he knew that she wasn’t awake, and it could have something to do with what she'd told him the night before about her tendency to operate nocturnally.

“Damn it,” Five breathed as he rolled over, trying to calm himself down and give her some space.

Suddenly, he was flipped onto his back as the vampire pounced on him.

“You are awake!” Five laughed as her bottom pushed down on his hard dick and she grabbed his wrists, pushing them up over his head where she easily held them there with one of her hands. As he thought about motorboating her breasts, Five asked, “Want to go for that ride I was talking about?”

Smirking, he jostled her with his hips.

Eyes glowing, the vampire smiled, her fangs visible in the faint light reflecting off the wall at the edge of Five’s curtain. “Oh, sweetheart, I am going to take you for more than a ride. I decided that I like you so much, I am going to grant you your wish.”

“My wish?”

Heart starting to race, Five watched as the vampire dangled the pair of handcuffs in his face. Clearly after he'd fallen asleep, she'd snuck into his bedside table and found his stash of dirty magazines and other useful items.

As Five was just about to say something about her taking his things again without permission, with strength he didn’t know was in her, she reached up, fishing them through a rung of his metal headboard, then she slapped them on him before he could wriggle his hands free.

As she squeezed, the cold metal painfully dug into Five’s bones, and he looked up at her with his face twisted with confusion.

“There. Wouldn’t want you going anywhere…”

“I wasn’t going to go-"

“I know,” she quickly soothed while simpering back at him.

Shooting forward, the vampire came down on Five, her fangs slicing through the side of his neck.

He screamed as she tore him open. Then he screamed again, and it was cut off by her hand aggressively clamping over his mouth.

Her mouth popped off him and Five could feel his blood seeping down his neck onto his sheets.

“Ah-ah-ah, daddy,” she warned.

When he felt her cold hand come around his shaft, Five weakly whimpered. Then when she came down on his length, slowly covering him until he was deep inside her and she was mounted on him properly, Five moaned like a dying animal and then she latched onto him again, sucking hard.

Pain and terror, and pleasure ripped through him, and all the while, his cock was being polished by the vamp’s curvy hips bouncing and rocking as she wildly fucked him. The tension building deep in Five’s stomach all the way to his toes was enough to make him cry out again, but she masterfully cut it short and covered it with her iron hand again.

He could hardly think. His arms fought against his restraints, the metal clanking against his headboard. He tried to pull at his power to blink.

His power was nowhere to be found.

The vampire’s hand moved from his mouth and Five gasped for air. Her mouth came over his and the taste of his blood on her tongue made him jerk back.

“That’s not what you like, is it?” she taunted with her voice thick and velvety.

She leaned up, her nails digging into Five’s chest as her body rocked and pushed against his. His climax was ready. He was on the brink in more ways than one, but like so many things ingrained in him, he couldn't let it come unless he was the one controlling it. It was all he knew.

Even in the dim light, Five could see her smile. He could see traces of his blood on her lips.

“Five, darling… You feel and taste so good. I am the luckiest girl there is,” she said, looking like a fallen angel as she sadistically rode him.

Five was dizzy. He saw floating white dots flitting around his vision. His tensed legs extended back down on the bed as he grew weaker.

He wanted to do something, anything, but his mind and body were failing him.

It felt like he was falling.

He shut his eyes, letting himself fall further into the abyss of the darkness taking him away.

The vampire touched his face, her cool fingers making his droopy eyelids flutter open. “We aren’t done, Five.”

His voice was barely even a whisper, and his face showed no signs of pain anymore as he simply said, “I know.”

Five started to drag his legs back up, his knees bending behind her as his heels dug into the bed.

“Bite me again,” he breathed as he started to thrust his hips up into her, driving his cock full deep even though he hadn't found the strength to open his eyes again yet.

The vampire couldn’t look more pleased as her hand came down on Five’s slim but strong torso and she happily cried out, “There’s my fighter!”

As Five flexed his legs, and bounced his hips up, his shaft plummeted inside the vampire faster and harder with each second that passed.

Giving him more room to pull out of her, the vampire’s mouth came down on him again, her hair tickling his chest as it pooled across his cool skin.

She licked him, her tongue drawing lines over his torn flesh before she started sucking on him again.

Five let out a rough sounding moan, the edge of it sharp and shattered.

His body felt so cold. He was trembling from it, but he didn’t stop fucking her, and then he felt her weight fall on him and his eyes flew open.

Her body was shaking as hard as his, but for the first time, she felt like she was on fire. After only a couple more, primal, lust-driven thrusts, Five twitched and he felt liquid warmth filling the vampire's core as she moaned her approval against his ruined neck.

Five’s release hit him so hard but all he could do to verbally express how he felt was to let out a small sob.

He wanted to touch her. He wanted his hands around her. He wanted her even though he’d just had her, and she’d had him. He could feel the static of his power crawling under his skin. He knew it wasn’t gone and that he had only been unable to wield it because deep down, he didn't' want to get away.

Death was always with him. He'd walked the line, neither living nor dying for far too long.

Five could have just died and he would have done it without fear.

Death had never scared him, but now he no longer felt like life did either, not when he’d journeyed far past the limit of what his mind and body could comprehend and found something he'd never known could be.

The vampire slowly pulled away from the deep wound she'd left on him, saliva mixed with small amounts of blood covered where her mouth had been, the cold air of the room brushed against the white-hot bite causing a sharp gasp to pass Five's lips.

“You aren’t dying now, love," she whispered.

Five didn’t know exactly what she meant because he definitely felt like death at this point was a possibly, but the feel of her warm skin suddenly pressing to his lips made perfect sense.

He bit down, his teeth gnashing at the vampire’s wrist. She let him writhe and cling to her, losing himself to the syrupy thickness of her but only very briefly before she started to pull her arm back.

Letting out a noise of complaint, Five tried to follow her but he could only get so far before he lost his hold on her, his mouth breaking away as his shoulders defeatedly slumped back on the bed.

“Too much and we’d have two bats in this belfry,” she said as she gently wiped the corner of Five’s mouth.

“I thought you said you couldn’t turn into a bat?” Five quietly countered.

The vampire laughed softly. “You got me there, handsome, but I do have a slight aversion to the sun and so do bats.”

She laughed more heartily and Five could feel his softening cock crawling out of her along with the coolness of his release coving him but he didn’t mind the feel of it, because he was more interested in gazing at the shadowed light illuminating her face.

“As for the sun… Sunburns shouldn’t be a problem since my sugar daddy was kind enough to let me have my way with him this morning," she teased. "If you want to take me out to get coffee and donuts and then go for a lover's stroll in the park, I promise I won’t ignite, and neither will you.”

“I do want to do that. Not the spontaneous combustion part, but the coffee, copious amount of simple sugars, and the lover's stroll,” Five said, smiling because that was exactly what his plan was after he woke the vampire up with his daybreak boner and finished what Klaus referred to as a round of hanky-panky hid his poor deprived Mr. Wanky.

“Good.” She grinned then bent down and softly kissed the newly healed skin where she had minutes ago bit into him.

The feeling of that sent tingles up and down Five's spine and it lit up the darkness inside him to a near blinding level.

About an hour later, after a shower that included a much less bloody and aggressive fuck, Five was dressed in his usual finely tailor sexy suit and his vampire was looking at him with a silly smile as she twirled around in one of Klaus’s tie-dye dresses and the cowboy hat he'd gotten to replace the one he’d lost during their time in the Sparrow's timeline.

“Lose the hat,” Five ordered.

“Ah… Vampire. Sun. Ouch. Remember?” she said, eyeing Five like it was obvious as she plunked the much too large hat on her hat.

Stepping over to the hall table, Five plucked a large pair of Jackie Kennedy style sunglasses out of a basket filled with Klaus’s other precious fashion pieces.

The vampire shimmied up to his side and Five tipped the hat off her head, then gently slipped the shades on, his fingers lingering along her jaw for a moment before he pulled them away and picked up a black umbrella out of the stand next to the door. “Will these do?” he asked, tugging her closer with the crooked wooden handle that he'd just hoisted up under her dress and hooked behind one of her legs.

“It will,” she said, relishing the feel of his warm touch as he took her hand and gently kissed the top of it.

Hand in hand, the teleporter who had fallen out of time with the rest of the world, and the vampire with a heart as big and broken as his, opened the door.

“Hey…” Klaus said, standing there with his keys out, ready to stick in the lock.

Five’s brows furrowed as he looked at his brother’s tangle of curly hair and his much less primped looking Little Bo Peep costume as it swooshed against his long tights covered legs.

Where's our broom?" he testily questioned.

Klaus's lips pulled back sheepishly. "I lost it."

Five let out a tired sounding sigh but on the inside, he wasn't mad at Klaus at all. Inside, unlike before, he couldn't be happier.

Klaus’s mouth slowly started to gape as he continued to look at the cute young couple standing in front of him. “Looks like going out last night wasn’t such a bad idea..." he said in wonderment. He shook his finger a Five, then added, "I was right wasn't I, Mr. Grumpy Pants. Halloween night is magical!"

Five glanced at the vampire and smirked at her, then his brother.

“Yup, you were right, Klaus. It is,” he said, unable to hold his usual dry tone as he beamed like a cheshire cat and proudly strutted by, escorting his perfect new vampire girlfriend down the hall.

Thanks for reading. Please reblog if you liked it.❤️

Link to Master List with all My Five Hargreeves works

21 notes · View notes