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Yandere Haikyuu! x Black! Fem Reader

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TW//: reader smokes, possible trauma & ptsd, and reader has a speech impediment.

Description:

As you start out college, your aunt asks of you to start attending therapy sessions to alleviate your negative experiences of the past. However, you start to realize that sometimes the past can be inescapable. 

A/N: Ahh, first published tumblr chapter. Hope you all enjoy it 🥺

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IT WAS YOUR FIRST day of going to therapy; your aunt thought it would be a good idea for you to get your feelings out. Although it was a bit of a taboo for someone like you to attend therapy, it was the only way that could help you get out of your shell.

You were the docile, shy type that often kept to herself. Your speech impediment didn’t exactly help your case either. You preferred to spend your free time in your bedroom, sleeping in your comfortable bed. Your aunt hated that, in the few times you actually did go outside other than school, it led to one of the worst experiences of your lifetime.

Aunt Em [1:25 PM]: Please try talking with the therapist today and let me know how it goes, okay? Love you

You [1:25 PM]: alright lyt

You waited your turn in the lobby, fidgeting with the home screen on your phone. "(Y/n)?" 

You perked up out of your seat to see the therapist; her door was slightly ajar, and she had a small smile on her face. You returned the smile and followed into her office, shutting the door behind you. She looked to be around her late 30s, had a few visible wrinkles, and wore nude nail polish. 

You sat on the couch opposite of her. It was comfy, something you could probably lay down on in future appointments. The older woman clasped her hands together. "So! Tell me what made you want to start attending therapy sessions."

You flinched, forgetting that therapy puts you on the spot. "U--Um, well um, my aunt thought it would be a good idea for me to advocate for my mental health."

"Ah, okay, so your aunt was the one who brought it up. Excellent!"

"Y--Yeah."

"Now I heard that you recently began university, how exciting. What high school did you go to?"

"Aoba J--Johsai."

"Ooh, okay, I heard they have stellar athletic teams. Did you like it there?"

You thought about the question for a bit. Did you like it at Aoba Johsai? Besides the rich, pretentious assholes that were in attendance, it wasn't so bad. Even as a foreigner, you were able to make a small group of friends along the way.

Though your shyness tended to tamper with your ability to make new ones, you avoided most people like the plague, smoking your cigarettes in the bathroom stall while minding your own business.

"(Y/n)?"

A snapshot of that brunette boy and his three other friends haunted your vision. You couldn't stand it. 

"...(Y/n)?"

You snapped out of your pondering daze. "O--oh sorry. T--to answer your question, it was alright at Aoba Johsai."

The therapist nodded, writing a few notes down in her notebook. Stutters, often anxious and timid, possibly traumatized? "Mm-kay, well, I think that's about our time for a session today. I'll see you tomorrow (Y/n)."

"T--Thank you," you squeaked, bowing your head in respect. You quickly saw yourself out of the building and called for a cab to take you home.

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just imagine sniffing around and finding your way onto random farm. some random ahh guy outside herding some sheep w his farm dogs.. scary but hey.. he's a bit hot in his overalls ngl. he's human tho sooo.. u dont really know how this is gonna go.. but guess what!? you hop over anyway! you made your way over, crunching on some leaves as you tried to sneak up on him, stopping at his feet and observing him from there as he fills up some type of.. bowls? with.. water? for.. whom? they were some big ass bowls so maybe for the dogs? or horses? you take a few steps back and watch him from a corner as he starts moving again.

you continue to watch until you spot the most beautiful strawberry bushes ever, taking your focus off of him for a moment to look at them, wondering how you're gonna get over there and what you're gonna do with the heaps of strawberries. now, with the greed that was building up, thinking about taking all the strawberries for yourself for harvest, you feel a presence, a watcher if you will. and as you get that feeling you're suddenly picked up by.. the farmer!?

"was macht so ein ding wie du hier.." he mutters, examining you. you just let it happen and take this chance to also examine him up close. he's got a little beard coming in. or did he just shave? there stubble so maybe the latter. his skins fair. he doesn't seem harmful at least. as you examine yet again, he's doing the same. looking over your brown coat (which was now your skin) plus your ears and puffy scut (tail) that was sticking out from your rear.

and you just.. sit there as he cradles you in his arms taking you into his home. he places you on a couch and crouches in front of you. "deutsch sprechen?" he says. it sounds foreign but you can understand a bit. you tilt your head, continuing your observation from earlier. "english?" he questions. you understand that clearly, taking some time before responding. "yes.." you practically whisper. "okay." he takes note. "um.. what are.. you doing here?" he asks, taking his time to choose his choice of words. you shrug and blink a bit. "fruit.. bush.. berry." you mutter, words not really making sense since you rarely ever take on your human form.

"beerenstrauch?" he questions himself, trying to figure out what you were talking about. "fruit? um.." he tries to gather words but you beat him to it, clearing things up. "strawberry." you mutter once more. "oh. the strawberry bush. "

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translation;

germ; "was macht so ein ding wie du hier.."

eng; "what's a thing like you doing here.."

germ; "deutsch sprechen?"

eng; "speak german?"

germ; "beerenstrauch?"

eng; "berry bush?"

okay it's lowkey getting weird why tf yall making oc's that's the daughter of the damn klan.... yeah please wrap this shit tf up.... QUICKY

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Attention

MDNI

Pairing-Elijah*Smoke*Moore x BlackOC

A/N-If you guys have any suggestions or advice I would love to hear it sine I don’t know how to write smexy scenes that good also I love comments so leave those other than that I hope you enjoy lovelies

Summary-Arna returns to the Mississippi Delta and, upon visiting the Smokestack Twins juke joint, captures the attention of a former lover who still harbors some resentment over her departure.

It’s late. Past two zara walk past her sister zara and stack. The juke joint’s about emptied out except for the broken bottles, and the blues.

Arna walk in slow—heels clicking like clock hands on hardwood, time rewinding with every step—and she doesn’t look around. She knows exactly where he is.

The top deck. Alone. Brooding like a storm waiting to remember how to rain.

Smoke’s eyes find Arna before she even reach him. And she feel it. Like heat on skin, like gravity sharpening.

Yeah, you know I see you over there (ooh-ooh)

Girl, you caught my eye (yeah)

He doesn’t smile. He just leans back, one hand on the railing, cigarette barely touched, jaw clenched under the brim of that fedora. The way he watches her walk is criminal. She stand beside him. And she knows what he’s thinking.

Love the way you put it on

Girl, you got my attention

All of my attention, yes

“You always this dressed up when you come to haunt a man?” Smoke asks, voice thick as bourbon and twice as warm.

He looked her up and down, slow. The dress clings to her like a secret. “Only when the ghost’s still breathin’.”

He laughs, but there’s no joy in it. Just gruffness. “You got a mean way of comin’ back, girl.”

Tight black linen, sheer

Perked up in brassiere

Yeah, you got me, uh-huh, uh-huh

Burnin’ up in here

She tilts her head. He's sweating. “Seems like someone didn't forget me,” Arna teases.

Two black five-inch heels

Dressin’ to kill ‘em here

I ain’t sweatin’ these women here

The essence is missin’ here

Smoke shifts forward. His voice drops. “You think I ain’t tried to forget you? Had every reason to. But damn if you don’t walk in like the ending I never got.”

Arna stayed silent. Letting him get it out.

So I’m ready to disappear

Let’s just go, my dear (mm)

She leaned in close, just enough to pull him back in with scent alone. “Then disappear with me.”

His fingers tap the edge of the glass in front of him, untouched. “You still dangerous.”

Arna smiled. “Only to men who lie to themselves.”

‘Cause the way you put it on

Make me wanna take it off you

Got me so amazed, in awe

I don’t wanna wait, no (I don’t wanna wait)

The tension’s tight, like the air just before thunder. They both feel it. The weight of memory. The ache of almost.

Nah, come on

I don’t wanna wait, but you’re stayin’ for the champagne

2 a.m. is creepin’ up, you know how to keep me up

“Still drinkin’ that bootleg you claim aged you?” She tease.

“I been aged,” he mutters. “Liquor just tries to keep up.”

She touch his hand. Not soft. Not slow. Like she meant it. His pulse jumps under your fingers.

No, it won’t be easy, but I’ll be here, believe me, yes (yeah)

She turnin’ me up, am I not tipsy-turvy enough?

Baby, my vision gettin’ blurry, huh

Smoke stares at her like he’s memorizing her again. Like he’s starving.

Blurry enough, but I can still see and I’m certain, ah-ah, mm

The way you light it up in here

Dress shimmer like the chandelier

Diamonds in your ear

“I never looked at nobody like I look at you,” he says, low. “You knew that. Still left.”

Arna look him dead in the eye. “Maybe I wanted you to come find me.”

You makin’ one thing very clear

And baby, when you put it on

There’s no competition

They both lean in at once. Magnetized. Dizzy. So close you forget what holding back ever felt like.

I watch you make a entrance, baby

Yes, and you can tell by my description (you fit it well, and girl)

“I won’t never fail to mention it,” Smoke says, voice cracking like vinyl. “What we were. What we still are.”

I won’t never fail to mention (how you polish every detail)

Losin’ time, tryna go the distance

You got all my attention, baby

I’m ready to disappear

Let’s just go, my dear

He offers a hand. She take it.

No one says where they’re going. Doesn’t matter. They already left the world behind the moment she walked in.

‘Cause the way you put it on

Make me wanna take it off you

Got me so amazed, in awe

I don’t wanna wait, no (I don’t wanna wait)

The door swings shut behind them. The blues music fades.

Nah, come on

I don’t wanna wait, but you’re stayin’ for the champagne

2 a.m., it’s creepin’ up, you know how to keep me up

Arna don’t look back. Neither does smoke .

𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐞, 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢 𝟑:𝟎𝟎𝐚𝐦

The motel room is dim and dusty, lit only by the neon beer sign flickering through the blinds. Arna barely make it through the door before Smoke has her pinned against it—hat hitting the floor, mouth crashing into hers with the force of everything unspoken between them.

“Thought you were just here to haunt me,” he mutters against her throat. “Didn’t know you came to surrender.”

Her breath catches in her throat. “I didn’t come to surrender.”

He chuckles darkly. “Then I’ma take it.”

One hand snakes up her thigh, dragging her dress high, while the other wraps tight around her jaw—not rough, but firm. Claiming. He forces her head back just enough to look in her eyes.

“You want my attention?” he growls. “You got it, baby. All of it.”

He spins her around, palms flat to the wood, her body pressed to the door as his hips grind up behind her. She can feel him—hard, thick, hungry—and her knees almost give out, but he doesn’t let her drop.

“You don’t get to run this time,” he whispers into Zara’s ear, voice low and gritty. “You gonna take everything I give you, understand?”

She nod, breathless.

“No, baby. Say it.”

“I understand.”

“Good.”

He tears the dress down her shoulders, letting it puddle around her heels. His fingers slide between her legs, slow at first—then deeper, wetter, coaxing breathy moans out of her until she’s arching into him. But just when she start to beg, he pulls away.

“You think you make the rules, but this? This is my show.”

She hear the sound of his zipper sliding. Then the thick head of him presses between your thighs.

“Open up for me,” he murmurs, guiding her legs apart with a knee.

And then—he fills her. One deep, devastating stroke that steals her breath.

“Damn,” he groans into your neck. “Tighter than I remember.”

He doesn’t give you time to adjust—he sets a rhythm, deep and slow at first, each thrust deliberate, punishing in how good it feels. Her fingers claw at the door, but Smoke just presses harder into her, one hand tangling in her hair, yanking her head back so he can watch her face in the mirror across the room.

“You see what you do to me?” he pants. “You see how wild you make me?”

Each word is a thrust. Each thrust is a promise.

He bends her forward, one hand gripping her hip, the other slipping under her belly to stroke her clit while he pounds into her from behind—rougher now, relentless.

“You wanted my attention,” he growls. “Now you got me losin’ my damn mind.”

Her moans are ragged, pleading. He knows she’s close, and it makes him even rougher, more possessive. He presses his chest to her back and whispers in her ear.

“Don’t you dare come ‘til I say so.”

“You hear that, baby?”he whispers. “My pussy's talkin’ to me, hm,” he groaned.

The control in his voice makes her knees buckle—but he holds her up, pushing her harder, deeper, until the burn turns to bliss.

Then, finally—“give it to me, baby.”

And she fall apart, shaking, crying out his name as he thrusts once, twice, then groans against her neck as he follows her over the edge.

Silence. Only the sound of breathing, tangled and spent.

He kisses the side of her neck, soft now. “Told you I never forgot you.”

She can’t speak. Can barely stand.

“Next time you leave,” he whispers, “you better take me with you.”

Should I write or?!!!!

I'm taking matters into my own hands 😫😫😫

yall pls go read this it's too good 😫😫😫🙏🏾

What I Should’ve Said

Elias ‘Stack’ Moore x black reader

Description: TBA

Word: 3,023

A/n: I can’t even describe how surprised and happy I am, by the support and love you guys showed to part one. I am extremely obsessed and in love with these twins, and this is exactly what we all mean when we say we want to pair of Jordans, Amen?

AMEN!

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Part 1 - I Never Told You

Elias?” You mumbled, staring at the scene in front of you in horror.

Blood. All the blood. It was all you could focus on—the crimson liquid seeping from the side of Stacks’ neck, painting the ground in a gruesome tapestry of life and pain. Stacks, who was withering on the ground, struggled to move, his body twitching as if trying to fight against the inevitable.

The next thing you heard were gunshots, sharp and echoing in the air, as Smoke lit Mary up, each bullet finding its mark in her body. Just when you thought the chaos couldn’t escalate further, she dropped to the floor, only to rise again, defying the laws of life and death. Your ears were ringing from the close proximity of Smoke’s gunfire, but all you could see was Stacks.

As you inched toward him, desperate to reach him, Mary bolted toward you, pushing you out of the way with a force that sent you sprawling to the ground.

Hastily, you scrambled to your knees, crawling as fast as you could toward Stacks, your heart racing.

“Elias!” You screamed, horror twisting your voice.

There was an entire chunk of skin missing between the top of his neck and shoulder, a gaping wound that made you feel sick. Without a second thought, you tore off your shawl and pressed it against the injury, your hands trembling. Smoke, his face a mask of fury and fear, lifted his twin brother slightly, cradling his head in his lap.

“She fucking bit me, baby,” he coughed out, his mouth stained with blood, each word a struggle.

“Smoke, what do we do—?” you stammered, panic creeping into your voice.

“Fuck, just hold it!” he barked, his own desperation evident as he tried to help you stem the flow of blood from Stacks’ neck.

“I’m sorry,” Stacks wheezed, the sound barely escaping his lips. You felt one of his hands tap your elbow weakly.

“I don’t care! I don’t care about anything else; I just need you to stay with me, okay?” You begged, tears streaming down your cheeks as you kept pressure on the wound with one hand and reached down to hold one of his.

He squeezed your hand back, but only for a moment. You felt his grip loosen, and that arm fell limp, a chilling realization settling over you like a dark cloud.

“Elias, please!” you cried, your voice breaking as fear clawed at your insides.

“I love you,” he said, looking you dead in the eye, his gaze piercing through the pain, though his own eyes were mere slits now.

“I love you, big brother,” he murmured this time to Smoke, the words a whisper of tenderness amidst the chaos, before a gurgling sound escaped his lips, followed by an eerie silence.

“Elias?” You called, your heart racing, but there was no response.

“Elias!” You shouted again, desperation flooding your voice as you shook him gently, hoping against hope for a miracle.

But he was gone.

The world around you faded into a blur, the sounds of gunfire and chaos dimmin' as the weight of loss crashed down upon you like a heavy shroud. You felt a coldness seep into your bones, a chill that had nothin' to do with the night air—it was the icy grip of despair.

“Elias…” you whispered, his name hangin' in the air like a haunting melody, a promise left unfulfilled.

You couldn’t move. All you could do was stare at your hand clutchin' his. His hand was quickly turnin' cold, life leavin' him with every passing second.

Smoke's face twisted in agony as he cradled his brother, the bond of twinhood shattered in an instant. You could see the rage buildin' within him, a storm of emotions that threatened to erupt at any moment, ready to lash out at the world for takin' his brother away.

“Smoke, we have to move the body outside,” you urged, your voice shaky.

“Ain’t nobody touchin' my brother,” he seethed, fury and heartbreak intertwining in his words.

Coverin' your mouth to choke down another sob, the reality that Stack was no longer here played on a loop in your mind, a cruel reminder of what you’d lost.

“Y/n, you too, baby,” your sister said gently, rubbin' your shoulders, tryin' to coax you into movin'.

With trembling hands, you reached out, runnin' your fingers softly over his forehead before pressin' your own to his. You closed your eyes, wishin' for one last moment, one final chance to tell him how you felt.

“I should’ve told you,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, “I should’ve told you how much you mean to me.”

Your lip trembled as you leaned over, placing a tender kiss on his forehead, a goodbye you wished you didn’t have to say. Annie helped you up and out of the room, her grip firm yet comforting.

You paused at the doorway, lookin' back at Stack one last time, the sight of him still feelin' unreal.

“Come on, y/n,” Annie urged, her voice gentle yet insistent. You turned your gaze to your sister, who could see the hurt and pain in your eyes. Her heart ached for you and for her lover. Tears flowed freely down your face.

“I didn’t get to say it back, sista,” you whispered, the weight of your unspoken words hangin' heavy between you.

Haint.

That’s what your sister thought it was, but you all quickly found out she wasn’t too far off.

See, a Haint, in plain terms, was a malicious ghost. Restless spirits who, for some reason, hadn’t moved on.

But no.

No Haint would be handled between you and Annie, but vampires? That was a whole 'nother beast.

This was another type of evil you weren’t equipped to deal with. Not one that wore the face of the person you loved. When you saw him walkin' back up to that front door, lookin' alive as if nothin' had happened, givin' you that signature smirk, gold ones shinin’ like it was any other day, you were floored. You wanted nothin' more than to reach out, grab him, and make sure he was real.

Once Smoke closed the door, it stood still in front of it, unmoving. You prayed this was all a joke. You prayed Stack would just walk through that door and tell you that everything was gonna be okay.

But that didn’t happen.

You weren’t sure how he knew you were still on the other side of the door while the others were further away, tryin' to come up with some sort of plan, but you began to hear him whisper your name.

Or did you?

You weren’t sure what was real or fake anymore, and it was startin' to drive you mad. The voice of one of your very best friends askin' you to open up, plead in' with you, tryin' to assure you that everything was okay and nothin' was as bad as it seemed.

“Bam.” You shut your eyes tight as the sweet, silky voice of the man you loved coaxed you from the other side of the door.

“Elias, please,” you whispered, your voice tremblin' with confusion and longing.

“Open the door for me, Bam.”

“Just… I don’t understand,” you stammered, your heart racin' as it fought against the logic of your mind.

Your brain knew the truth. It wasn’t him. But your heart didn’t care, and right now, the two were at war with each other.

Everything you and your sister had grown up knowin' about magic and creatures that go bump in the night—it was all real, and it was literally at your front door. Yet, your heart struggled to see anything but Stack.

The man you had fallen so deeply in love with when you were just sixteen—the man you were still hopelessly in love with now. Except now, there was no longer a livin', breathin' Elias, but rather somethin' undead.

Vampire.

“Just open up for me, and I promise you, everything is gonna be okay, baby.” His voice flowed like honey, each word drippin' with the kind of sweet reassurance that used to melt your heart.

“Elias…” you breathed, your voice cracking under the weight of your emotions, a fragile whisper that barely escaped your lips.

“Open the door, Bam.” This time, his tone was still gentle, yet there was an undeniable firmness to it that sent your heart racing, pulling you in like a moth to a flame.

“I can’t do that,” you sniffled, not bothering to conceal the hurt that laced your voice. “It’s not really you, ‘Lias.”

You pressed your forehead and hand against the door, wishing for nothin' more than to reach out and touch him, to feel the warmth of his skin against yours, to bring him back to you in any way that you could.

“But I am, Y/n. It’s still me, girl. There’s only one me, baby.” He joked in that familiar way that made your heart swell, even now, even in this twisted moment. “I’m just… better now. Everything is so much better.”

From the outside, Stack leaned against the door, his forehead pressed against the same spot where you stood, as if he could feel your presence through the wood, tethered to you by an invisible thread.

“No fear, no pain. Shit’s just beautiful.” You listened, entranced, as he went on, his voice smooth and enticing, painting a picture of a world where everything was normal. “And you’re beautiful.”

Mary, who had originally stood by giggling, enjoying the show of what she thought was her man trying to gain entry into the juke joint, recoiled at his words, her expression shifting from amusement to disbelief.

The hive mind they had formed once connected to Remmick allowed her to see into Stack’s thoughts as well. It wasn’t what she thought it would be.

Inside Stack’s mind…

Once he became part of the hive, she assumed his deepest, most inner thoughts would be of her—of their love, their connection.

But what was funny was that the bond they shared was nothin' more than the connection of two people who loved the same person back.

See, while Stack may have loved Annie, he breathed you.

It changed the landscape of her emotions as the vampire form tried to reason within, but deep down, she knew.

Stack was never really hers.

He was yours.

He always would be.

“You are beautiful, and you will be beautiful—on the outside and the inside,” Stack spoke convincingly, his tone a mix of charm and desperation that echoed in your chest. “And you and I? We will be together. No problems, no worries.”

Your fingers played with the latch on the door, the metal cool against your skin. You knew you couldn’t invite him in, but wouldn’t it be okay if you just looked at him? If you could see him, talk to him face-to-face, maybe you could reason with him. Fix him.

“We want you,” Stack said from the other side, his voice dripping with longing, like a lover’s whisper in the dark. “I want you.”

“But Stack—” Mary tried to interject, her tone tinged with concern, but one sharp look from him silenced her instantly.

“Shut up, bitch,” he seethed, the darkness that filtered into his voice made you recoil, snapping you out of the trance you didn’t even realize you were in, the warmth of his charm replaced by a chilling edge.

“I just want you,” he repeated, urgency creeping into his voice, raw and desperate. “It could be me and you.”

“Now open the fucking door!” Stack screamed, the sound of his fist slamming against the wood made you jump back, colliding into Smoke, who you hadn’t realized was standin' there, along with the others—watchin' you with sad, worried eyes as you broke down.

Smoke gently took one of your hands and squeezed it tight, his other hand resting on your back, guiding you away from the door toward Annie, a protective shield against the darkness.

“Come on, sister. You got to stop torturing yourself.” Annie’s voice was low and steady, filled with concern that wrapped around you like a warm blanket.

“Get the fuck on outta here, Stack!” Smoke threatened, takin' your place at the front door, ready to protect you from whatever darkness loomed on the other side, his stance firm and unwavering. “Fo’ I give you the pain you lookin’ for.”

“It’s okay, baby. I’ve already won,” Stack said, his voice dripping with a mix of confidence and something darker, leaving a chill in the air that seeped into your bones.

You struggled to catch your breath, disoriented and unsure how you ended up in the back of a car. The vehicle felt foreign, likely belonging to someone who had come to enjoy the evening’s festivities, not knowing what they’d fall victim to.

The world around you faded into a blur, drowned out by the sound of your ragged breaths and the pounding of your heart.

You blinked slowly, trying to clear the fog from your mind. Each time you shut your eyes, the horrific memories of the last half hour flashed before you like a relentless slideshow.

Grace. Taunted by Bo before she snapped, letting the horror in.

“Bam.”

Those of you who remained inside the juke joint were doing your best to arm yourselves before the undead descended upon you, ready to invade your sanctuary.

You blinked rapidly, feeling tears swell in your eyes, the last wave of grief crashing over you as you closed them tight.

You watched Delta sacrifice himself, as you felt Mary’s claws sinking into your abdomen, her whispers echoing in your mind at the memory of her claiming him as hers, before being suddenly thrown away from you.

“Bam.”

All you could do was watch as Smoke hovered above Annie, who had spared you a glance. She was muttering words you couldn’t understand; your ears filled with a deafening white noise.

A moment later, you watched your sister’s husband drive a stake through her heart. You could feel her essence leaving this plane, taking a piece of you with her as she slipped away.

“Bam.”

Everyone was gone. The people you grew up with, the ones you loved—they were all dead or turned to the undead. You looked down, the vision of your hand blurring in and out of focus as you felt something slick coating your fingers.

Blood.

This time, the blood on your hands was yours.

“Come on, Bam, look at me.” A voice said softly.

You blinked hard, your vision clearing as you finally focused on the face before you.

“Elias?”

A feeling you couldn’t quite describe washed over you. You were torn between wanting to scream and shout or attempting to run away, even though deep down, you knew you were in no condition to do so. You should be scared of him, but you didn't have the energy to feel fear. You were dying.

The air around you was thick with dread, the acrid smell of smoke and blood mingling in your nostrils, a stark reminder of the chaos that had consumed the night. With your last few moments in this lifetime approaching fast, you considered it might be a blessing to lay eyes on the face of your soulmate one last time.

With a shaky hand, you reached up, caressing the side of his face gently, yearning for the warmth that once radiated from him.

Stack let out a sigh of relief, the sound echoing in the stillness. You had been in and out of consciousness for what felt like an eternity as he picked you up and carried you away from the madness.

Stack looked down at the spot you’d been holding, your dress now darkened with blood, a stark contrast against the fabric.

The scent of you flooded his senses, and he couldn’t help the drool that pooled in his mouth, salivating at the thought of how you would taste. Yet, he fought against his new nature, focusing solely on you.

“Did you mean it?” you choked out, bringing his attention back to your face, your voice a fragile whisper.

“I did. I do.” He confessed, relishing the warmth of your touch against his cold skin. “I’ve been in love with you since I was a youngin’. I’ll always want you, even if you don’t want me.”

You looked into his glowing red eyes, filled with sincerity, and a pained laugh escaped your lips, tinged with irony.

“Even undead, your insecurities are screamin’,” you smiled, your teeth stained with blood. Your fingertips caressed his skin, grateful you could finally see him one last time. “I never wanted Smoke, Elias. I only ever wanted you.”

“I ain’t ever been nobody’s but yours, Y/n.” His rough voice whispered, filled with longing. “I will always be yours. I just need you to stay with me.”

You thought about it. Everyone else you loved was already gone, and you felt a hollow emptiness where your heart was supposed to be. You were on the brink of death yourself.

“C’mon now. I need to hear you say it. Tell me you wanna stay.” Stack pleaded, feeling your heartbeat slow beneath his fingers. He cradled your head in his hands, desperate for you to focus on him.

He wanted you to stay with him forever, but he didn’t want to take away your choice. He had taken enough from you tonight already.

“Please don’t leave me.”

Your thumb ghosted over his lip, and even half-dead, you wanted nothing more than to kiss him one last time.

Did it have to be the last time?

“I wanna stay,” you whispered through half-lidded eyes.

It was then Stack kissed you, kissed you the way he had pictured so many times before. You reciprocated, both of you ignoring the metallic taste of blood in your mouth. When you pulled apart, he kissed your forehead a few times before resting his on yours. He then took your hand in his, kissing your palm, then your wrist.

“It’s gon’ be alright, don’t you worry. I got you.”

Then he bit you.

me waiting on yall to make these sinner fics 😭🧍🏾‍♀️

A Dragon is Born

TW- childbirth, talks of death,and the stranger himself💀

RHAENYRA POV

“ ARGGH YOU CUNT “, she hears herself scream hoarsely, a sound that was came from deep within, so far yet so close. Her body burned with pain and agony, terror visible in her face as she breathes through her nose and exhales through her mouth. She swallows, terror now replaced with determination “ I will not end up like my mother “ she swallows the lump in her throat so thick as if she is choking on a rock.

Rhaenyra was incredibly nervous and terrified of giving birth, of dying like her late mother, those memories still ached into her memory forever ingrained into her mind. she wishes her mother was here to soother her, to guide her through the pain. But she is gone, of ashes and dust and she will never meet any of her grandchildren and that pains the princess deeply.

she continues to push and breathe, every breath like flames in her lungs, just like she was told and the pain…. oh the pain …… agonizing. The child bed is our battle field, her mother had one said. How Wise Queen Aemma was….. and how brutal she died.

Rhaenyra so deep in her thoughts didn’t feel the pressure between her legs,gone… empty, she opens her purple eyes, shrill screams of another…. a babe…. her babe… her firstborn.

There is still pain lingering in her body, but without a babe clawing there way out, the pain almost immediately subsided and she was grateful for it. She cries when she sees her babe, oh how beautiful her darling girl was, her babe being wrapped in a cloth and placed in her arms.

oh this feeling… this is what her mother always tried to tell her and there was nothing like it….. oh a mothers love for it is beautifully haunting. She looks down at her little one, her girl, her heir. There is a small tuft of white hair on her head and her skin is dark but a bit lighter than laenor but certainly darker than hers. This makes rhaenrya want to cry and scream with relief and accomplishment, a heir of house Velaryon and House Targaryen.

So enchanted by her babe she barely registered the midwives calling the guards to call for her husband and father. her cries have quieted down the long she feels her mothers warmth causes Rhaenyra to coo at her.

You will understand how much I love you when you have your own children, her late mother once said to her. In her younger years she scoffed at her mother claiming them to be foolish terms for she thought she would never have children, but now she understands the words of her late mother. It only took one look at her daughter to realize what she would do whatever it cost to make sure her babe was safe, unharmed, happy.

“ You little one have caused me a great deal of pain, but how can I scold you for when I’m so in love with you my darling girl. My little dragon i see it, you were born for this world to conquer it like our ancestors, to lead men into armies, to make them kneel and obey. my sweet girl you will show this world that women can be anything they put there mind to. “

Rhaenyra brings the babe to her chest cherishing this moment, peaceful and quiet, looking at the babe she carried in her belly for nine moons, so beautiful…

When she looked up she realized the sky was clear and the sun shone directly on her babe, creating an ethereal look... something inhuman... something dark....

"The Dragon has been born and they shall foresee a great prophecy in which the Prince that was promised shall fight in the war of death and darkness. For they shall bring the light-bringer and the Prince that was promised together to foresee and defeat death. For they are the most important piece in the game." whispered the stranger, looking down at the babe in the arms of her ethereal mother.

to be continued......

POWER

summary: Jade always knew something’s was off about herself,it wasn’t because she was a supe, it was something else… something…. powerful. Jade has suffered almost all her life, and now she finally has a chance to show people what’s she’s capable of, but….at what cost?

coming soon!!!!

MY OCs

- Princess Visenya Velaryon second of her name, rider of Meraxes The Sliver Queen, The Darkling, Visenya come again

- Trueborn Daughter of Princess Rhaenrya and Laenor Velaryon

- HOTD

- Aaliyah Valentine daughter of MM ( mothers milk)

- a very powerful supe

- THE BOYS

- Jade Hayward

- pogue/kook

- on/off toxic relationship with rafe

- Outer Banks