jorrāeliarzus (beloved) │ Chapter 3: Unforeseen

terms of endearment ‘verse: see my Masterlist for the correct series order!

Chapter 1 │Chapter 2 │Chapter 3 │Chapter 4  (In Progress!)

Synopsis: Daemon guides you on a journey of healing and self-discovery as you learn to raise your children and build a family of your own. You worry.

Hello, all! My apologies for the delay. There is a bit of a time jump here, approximately 4 to 5-ish months, though I haven't nailed this down concretely. There's also a bit of time progression within the chapter; and I've tried to move away from the incessant exposition and convey this time jump through direct action and brief explanation. Hope this shakes things up a little, makes the whole thing seem a little less formulaic!

Thank you to @ewanmitchellcrumbs for betaing this chapter for me!

Triggers: incest, age gap, purity culture, r*mming, an*l sex, tokophobic themes.

so this is love

Theodore Nott was many things. Quiet, judgmental, emotionless and most importantly handsome. One of the prettiest boys in Hogwarts yet the most unapproachable. No one had ever seen a smile grace his lips and if you had tried to converse with the Slytherin he would only stare at you with blank eyes waiting for you to go away. He spoke little words but it was enough for people to get the point. Unlike his rowdy group of friends, he wouldn’t merrily join in conversation, rather make snarky remarks every now and then, an uninterested look always on his face. A scowl or a smirk always tugged at his lips as he listened to what his friends had to say. 

Even though Theo never voiced his thoughts out loud he always knew what to think. His mind was constantly running at a hundred miles per hour. Every little thing he wanted to say flitted through his mind. It was as if his head was a cacophonous symphony. 

Little Dragon | t.n.

Theodore Nott x Female!Reader

Summary: You are not a fan of one of his admirers and he thinks you are a pretty idiot.

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Jealousy, Fluff, mentions of snow lol, a hint suggestive at the end if you squint

A/N: I haven't written in a while. This is just a fun little thing, an hors d'œuvre if you will.

Abigail was nothing if not brazen. It had taken you years to be comfortable in the presence of Slytherin's most exclusive group. For a while you didn't even realize Pansy Parkinson had considered you anything more than a suitemate let alone a friend until she hexed Lacy Cressilda for calling you bitch. And Draco Malfoy barely dignified you with anything more than a smirk until one night he was trashed out of his mind and proclaimed that he would help you hide a body should you ever need. You assured him you wouldn't.

It was only by 6th year did you feel fully welcomed into the friend group. Now instead of getting wary glances when you sat with them at dinner, you were getting indignant glances when you joined other friends of yours for a change of pace.

But seeing Abigail seat herself comfortably between Draco and Theo, smiling easily and joining into the conversation seamlessly made you falter. Abigail Thorn had never really interacted with your friends. Though she was a sixth year Slytherin, her group of friends never really crossed paths with yours. At least, not until last term when Abigail started sitting closer by in the great hall, tugging along unwilling friends, or switching seats with annoyed Hufflepuffs to sit next to one of you in Potions. And now, relaxing in the common room when mostly everyone else had slinked up to bed, she had found her way into the conversation, her friends long since retired. 

Feyd Rautha x Reader !You Get Harassed!

𝖲𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖥𝖾𝗒𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎… 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖼.

𝖶𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾.

He terrified you, to say the least. How could anyone not be terrified of him? He's killed countless people and feels no remorse. But he's never shown that side of him to you. Well, besides in the arena. You went once, saw the gruesome scenes, and never went again.

But he was always kind and gentle towards you. He made sure you were comfortable and taken care of. But he especially...

Made sure nobody messed with you.

You were his property, his prize... You were his and he made everyone know of it.

But... There was one man who believed he could have his way. He was Feyd's right-hand man, Atreus. He believed he could do what he felt like with anyone because of his status in the kingdom. Except to the people of higher rank than him, and he did not consider you to be of higher rank than him.

One day you were sitting at the breakfast table when Feyd entered. The room was empty besides you and him since after you both got together he got rid of all his concubines... So the large table lay empty most mornings and nights. Well, besides you of course. Feyd occasionally joined you but it was rare... And it seems like today was one of those days.

He entered and his eyes were immediately on you. "Good morning, my lord..." You say while standing to your feet and bowing your head. He bowed his head back and walked over to his seat, "How are you, my darling?" He says before sitting down in his seat. "I am well... And you?" You ask while sitting down.

"I am also well." He says, his eyes never leaving yours. You were nervous, that was obvious. "Today Atreus will escort you to the arena. You're going to watch me fight today." He says... Well, more like commands. "And before you ask why, today is an important match." He says. You nod your head, your gaze low. He stands up and walks over to you. You look up at him and he brushes some hair out of your face.

"I know you don't like it... But it's important to me. Just bear with it today, okay?" He says in a soft tone of voice. You nodded.

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Later on, you were in your chambers when you heard a knock at your door. You opened your door to see Atreus. You go to walk past him to start walking to the arena but he stops you. "What's the rush?" Atreus says with a smirk.

You stand there confused, "Na-Baron wants me to go to the arena... I thought you were taking me...?" You say in a confused tone of voice. "Yeah but..." He takes a step forward, and you take a step back, "We don't have to go there for another ten minutes..." He says with a disgusting smirk. "I think we could have some fun beforehand..." He says.

Your blood ran cold. He grabbed your hips and pulled you toward him, "W-Wait-!" "Don't deny me, I'm your superior. You'll do as I say, right?" He says before placing a kiss on your neck. A shiver ran down your spine, but not one of pleasure but one of fear and disgust.

"Stop!" You cried out as he forced your hips against yours. "Oh come on... It'll be fine." He smirked while continuing to kiss your neck and rub his hips against yours. Luckily for you, you were taught some self defense.

You kneed him in the crotch and knocked him to the ground. You ran out of the room once he was down and ran down the hall. You didn't know where to go, but you knew you had to get away. Tears spilled down your cheeks, blurring your vision.

As you ran you ran into someone and fell to the ground.

"Oh! My lady! Are you alright?" A handmaiden says while kneeling down to you. She saw your distress and tears and her eyebrows furrowed. "My lady... Are you alright?" She says while helping you to her feet. You were in hysterics. You were sobbing and shaking uncontrollably.

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Feyd heard of you being hysterical and dropped everything and came running to you. The handmaiden had brought you to Feyd's chambers because when she mentioned bringing you back to yours you cried hysterically and begged her not to.

Feyd entered his chambers and saw you sitting on his bed and crying while being held by the handmaiden. She looked up at him, "You're dismissed." He says with a nod. She quickly got to your feet and hurried away.

Feyd walked over to you and kneeled in front of you. "What happened?" He says in a soft tone of voice. You sniffled and sobbed and you didn't know how you could explain this to him or if he'd even believe you.

"Y/N. Tell me." He says while brushing some hair out of your face. It took a few minutes but you managed to pull yourself together enough to say, "Atreus h-he-" But then you broke down into a sob again.

Feyd's face fell and he rested his hand on your head. "Did he touch you?" He asks. You managed a nod.

Feyd grew angry.

Furious. Red fury rage flooded through his veins.

He stood up and stormed out of the room, leaving you alone in your mess.

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You were lying in Feyd's bed when you heard the door open. You sat up and saw Feyd entering the room. He looked like he had just been washed. He looked clean... Abnormally clean.

He walked over to you and sat on the edge of the bed. "Are you alright?" He asks. You nodded but you looked terrible. Your eyes were puffy and red, your cheeks were flushed, your lips were chapped and your hair was messy. "Where did you go?" You ask. "I took care of him," Feyd says. "'Took care of him'?" You repeat. "What do you mean?" You ask.

"I mean I pulled out his teeth then slit his throat." You gasped.

"You... You killed him? Why? You've known him a lot longer than me... He was your right-hand man..." You murmured. Feyd rests his hand on your thigh, "No one touches my girl." He says. Your eyes widened and your lips parted.

He did that... All for you. He loved you. He truly did.

Tears welled in your eyes and you leaned forward and hugged him tightly. He was surprised by your actions, you had never gotten this close to him, let alone hug him.

He wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly.

"I won't let anyone harm you... Never again."

ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪꜱ ɢᴏᴅ

Summary: Despite a night of heat and blood spent with the na-Baron, reality emerges to remind you of the nature of your union with the Harkonnen heir.

It inspires hesitance and jealousy in you, but he's proving to be difficult to resist.

Warnings: 18+ content, MDI. AFAB, Jealous reader. Death threats as foreplay? (Sounds wilder than it is). Oral (m!receiving), throatf*cking, some mild degradation, pain kink (m and f), rough sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, blood, canon typical violence, death.

Notes: 23.6k words. Not proofread. Feyd has black cum, fully inspired of course by @valeskafics

𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖎

An airy, bubbly sounds breaks through the dark, distorted fuzz. A soft heat prickles at your fingertips and rests down on your limbs with a soothing weight and fills your skull with a placid stuffing. It's peaceful. Guarded underneath a silky pressure that drapes over your body, wrapping you in a cocoon of warmth that distantly reminds your sluggish mind of sunbathing underneath the golden cast of the Caladan sun. The tranquility of it all has sleep luring you close again, urging that you welcome it, but infuriatingly, you can sense consciousness beginning to nudge at the edges of your slumber. You're unable to repress the flare of irritation that courses through you, and in a scramble to figure out what's disturbed you, your mind sharpens to try and focus on your surroundings. 

ೃ࿔ SAVAGE BONDS part 4 『 feyd rautha x atreides!reader 』

summary: destined to one another since conception, your very life belongs to feyd rautha. as a token of good will you are sent to the strange planet of giedi prime a week before your wedding ceremony, only to learn that it is far more hostile than you imagined it would be. a failed assassination attempt has tempers flaring and sparks flying when it is decided to be safer to sleep alongside feyd. you hate to admit it, but he has played the part of a "protector" better than the guards who were tasked to watch over you. whilst you have been dreading this union all of your life, feyd has been anticipating it. meeting you as children had left him awe-struck. . . and a bit obsessed.

warnings: !SMUT HEAVY IN FUTURE PARTS!, feyd is super overprotective in this fic and kills multiple people in your honor, blood and gore, it's a dark romance folks, political marriage, forced proximity, temporary unrequited love, a lil dubious consent in some scenes, there's a lot of talk about breeding, enemies to lovers (in your mind, not his), there's a "who did this to you" scene, knife play, blood kink, breeding kink heavy, lots of scent marking/marking.

there is a mild noncon scene in this chapter. read at your own risk or skip past it.

word count: 5.2k

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In that strange place between waking and sleep- that's where you currently existed. You made a home there, wading through the waters of confusion as the events of last night came flooding back to you. At first none of it felt real. It was all a dream. . . it had to be. 

But there was a foreign warmth beside you and something heavy weighing down on your chest, and while your limbs were numb with sleep you could still register that it wasn’t you. Not your arm. 

Not your warmth. 

So you opened your eyes and joined the land of the living once more. 

The mornings on Caladan were lovely. Light filtered through your curtains regardless of the frequent overcast, the sprawling farmlands vibrant and oh so alive all around you. Your childhood home was all blue-grays and greens. The halls smelled briney- slightly citrus during the spring and summer months. The air was always humid, despite the chill; moisture clinging to your skin and clothes. 

ೃ࿔ SAVAGE BONDS part I 『 feyd rautha x atreides!reader 』

summary: destined to one another since conception, your very life belongs to feyd rautha. as a token of good will you are sent to the strange planet of giedi prime a week before your wedding ceremony, only to learn that it is far more hostile than you imagined it would be. a failed assassination attempt has tempers flaring and sparks flying when it is decided to be safer to sleep alongside feyd. you hate to admit it, but he has played the part of a "protector" better than the guards who were tasked to watch over you. whilst you have been dreading this union all of your life, feyd has been anticipating it. meeting you as children had left him awe-struck. . . and a bit obsessed.

warnings: !SMUT HEAVY IN FUTURE PARTS!, feyd is super overprotective in this fic and kills multiple people in your honor, blood and gore, it's a dark romance folks, political marriage, forced proximity, temporary unrequited love, a lil dubious consent in some scenes, there's a lot of talk about breeding, enemies to lovers (in your mind, not his), there's a "who did this to you" scene, knife play, blood kink, breeding kink heavy, lots of scent marking/marking. (needs to be edited, so please excuse any temporary errors!)

word count: 5.3k

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The ancient walls of Castle Caladan were a fortress, the long winding halls a labyrinth to those unfamiliar with its layout. You had tried feigning sleep when you had been made aware of the surprise guest’s arrival, a one “reverend mother”- as your mother referred to her. The cool air from the hallway nipped at your exposed arm, which currently hung limply over the side of the bed. 

“She’s even smaller than your son, Jessica.” The voice sounded more like a wheeze- and it certainly didn’t belong to anyone you had ever met before. 

Style of the Na-Baroness

Homophrosyne

Paring: Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x reader Synopsis: homophrosyne: a thinking and knowledge that is shared between two people. When your soulmate decides to come after you, you try to escape him. Too bad he’s Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen, he’s never going to give you up. Warnings: blink and miss reference to the Baron’s abuse of Feyd, blink and miss reference to Feyd killing his mother, soulmate bonding considered as a curse, Feyd being very done and also horny, Feyd’s fascination with reader’s hair and body hair, switch!Feyd, switch!reader, attempted murder (not from Feyd to reader), murder, kissing, oral (f and m receiving), hair pulling, titty sucking, biting, blood licking, overstimulation, marking, Feyd’s pierced cock, a bit of ball torture. A/N: reader is AFAB, the only descriptor is that they have long hair. Where needed, they/them pronouns used.

You were one year old when you first learn that having a soulmate is more akin to a catastrophe, than a blessing. You shouldn’t remember the horrified gasp both your Bene Gesserit and your adoptive mother had exhaled, when they discovered your soulmate’s words on your body, yet you retrieved the memory when your Bene Gesserit mother taught you how to meditate. The two women had instilled the distrust of the bond in your heart, in hope to avoid what was unavoidable: the gravitational pull between two soulmates, before the forging of the bond.

YOU WERE LIKE AN ANGEL TO ME | Spencer Reid x Sunshine!Reader

Request: my DARLING @avis-writeshq says- i’m a menace but i ADORED the spencer fic u posted 🥹 UGH THEYRE SO CUTE YOUR HONOURRRR 👹if it’s okay, may i request another fic with the same couple 🙈 perhaps one day reader is not as sweet or chirpy as she usually is, or she gets injured or threatened in the field? much love and lots of kisses xoxo 🫶

Description: Spencer swore he wanted to hate her. She was too happy, too chirpy, too much for a guy who spent months rotting in prison. But how could he ever hate her when she cried in his chest like that?

Length: 5k (I'm feral for these two)

warnings: post prison reid. Angst. depiction of suicide from the Unsub. gory language used. guns mentioned. mention of $nuff video and other murders. Nothing that hasn't been done on CM already.

authors note: if y'all want to see more with these two just SAY because I am all ears I would die on this ship

There were a lot of times in his time at the BAU that Spencer had wished he could have changed the outcome of their bad guy, surprisingly enough. There was the time they found their UnSub a few minutes too late, and one of the victims fathers decided to take him out then and there with a shotgun to the head. He was just a kid. There was the entire time he was with Tobias Hankel, and he lived in a state of both fear and sympathy for the boy trapped in his own body after years of abuse. There was Nathan Harris, the kid who had stopped him at the subway station and practically begged him for help to stop his urges to murder, only to slit his own wrists before Spencer could get to him because he thought he was tainted. 

He could see how it was easy in their job to get wrapped up in saving the day, in saving everyone they could. He just had hoped, on some stupid grace of a god he didn’t even believe in, that she would have at least remained untouched by the bad luck. 

Spencer had always thought, since the first day he had arrived back into the office after his stint in prison, that she seemed to just waltz through life easier than anyone else. He knew the concept of luck was not quantifiable, that it was just a coincidence that good things happened to some people, and bad things happened to others. He always grouped himself in with the latter, because what was his entire life if not one bad hand of cards after another?

Cuffed

A/N: *watches 1 episode of FBI and feels the need to write for OA*

A huge thank you to @crushed-pink-petals for giving me the courage to post this <3 

I literally accidentally deleted this a few minutes ago and almost cried. But anyways it’s back, enjoy! Also, I based OA off of literally one episode so I really hope I did him justice!

Warnings: 18+, pure smut, read at your own risk ;)

“OA, just sit still.” She giggles as she tries to pin his larger hand back up to the headboard.

“Baby, you have the keys for these right? These aren’t those cheap ass handcuffs from the sex store- they’re the real deal.” His voice comes out shaky as he tries to reassure himself that this was a good idea.

In the bedroom, he’d always been the more dominant one so to speak. So when she’d brought up the idea to him that he should be handcuffed for a change, he was hesitant but how could he say no to her? With her gorgeous doe eyes and her soft plump lips leaving kisses up his neck until he caved.

“Yes, now, give me your other hand. And stop moving.” She lets out a small huff of frustration with OA giving her a harder time than usual.

Undercover

A/N: I really hope y’all enjoy this! Haven’t written for OA in a while but I could never forget my gorgeous FBI agent :) 

Warnings: brief mention of sex cult, creepy professor, nothing too crazy. 

The situation took her by surprise as she made sure she heard her boyfriend’s boss correctly, “I’m sorry, you want me to do what?” She questioned as she leaned in closer over the conference table.

“We want you to go undercover for the sole purpose of helping us put this criminal behind bars.” Agent Mosier spoke calmly.

“Did— did we consult Agent Zidan on this?” Jubal whispered to the woman next to him all the while trying to sound relaxed considering the younger girl wasn’t taking this lightly.

WORTH THE WAIT | Poe Dameron x Reader

Request: my sweet @happyhauntt says: and to counteract the fact that my last request was sad as fuck, here's a happy one!!! a wee fic based on the song 'i guess i'm in love' by clinton kane, and this one feels like it should be for poe or steven!! enjoy!!

Description: Poe tries to help reader overcome her fear of flying by giving her something good to remember

length: 2.1k

warnings: mention of puke (none just feeling of nausea) mention of fear of heights?

authors note: yes I did listen to Romantic Flight from HTTYD when I wrote this and yes this did heal the part of me that always wanted to be flown through the clouds like this. also sorry this is so late things have been HECTIC

Poe really hoped she liked his surprise. 

There were very few things that he knew he was good at besides flying; knowing exactly how to tell her just how deeply he felt for her even after all this time being one of them. He knew he stumbled over flirtatious lines, not at all like the bachelor he once was, that his chest still pounded at the thought of her just the same as it did when he was soaring through the stratosphere, his stomach flipping when they kissed as if he’d done four barrel rolls on an X-Wing. 

He knew he was in uncharted waters being so far in a committed relationship, that his usual rendezvous' had lasted little more than a few weeks at most, but that was entirely in the past. No one had even come close since the day he met her. 

She had been his mission once. Captured on a First Order ship, Leia had ordered him and his squadron to go rescue her, had said she was some lord’s daughter of a dying planet wanted by Ren for information about her father. He had heard the stories of how his resistance leader had come to be kidnapped from Alderaan when she was young, and figuring she was just screamingly empathetic for the girl, he had done exactly as he had been told. 

He’d had no clue that his mission would become his entire life within a few short months. 

“I feel like this is a little unfair,” She teased, his hands over her eyes as he led her out to the hangar, the lone sun on their planet lowering behind the horizon, “You make me wait all day for my present, and I can’t even see it,”