#dark ages daddy

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Magnus, Benedict, Rhosh | The Vampire Chronicles | Graphite, Colored Pencils, Marker | December 2024 Happy New Year to the De Landen Coven (you know who you are) and lots of love to Saint Rayne for making sure I'm not off in rare-pair-land all by myself. Here's to our favs having the night out they deserve!!! See on Pillowfort! See on Bluesky! See on Ao3!

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Armand and Magnus keep me up at night guys 😩

For one, their opposite beliefs create the culture Lestat is born in AND how he is born into it. Armand never admits to the guilt of making it impossible for Magnus to sire someone normally, in his territory. The way Lestat is stolen with no warning, before the cult can really react to what will happen, is intentional to Magnus limits. Lestat must be born before the cult tries to stop it.

Armand's toxic cult culture (yes not his fault the cult has history and brainwashing methods used on him) vs Magnus live freely culture is a huge thing readers miss. He not only sired Lestat with freedom from all rules, he also gives him wealth, doesn't bad mouth the cult/coven (it's Lestat's choice to decide if he likes them or will become part of them, not Magnus!) and he even removes the burden of his own care from Lestat (because Magnus is doing mentally/cognitively shitty a long time and sees no cure).

Another goddamn insane thing about Magnus and Armand is by word of Allesandra (The Old Queen), Magnus stole immortality from the cult itself. Magnus did everything for himself to become immortal. He learned, he planned, and he survived an impossible heist to commit. What a contrast that is in every way. He and Armand were not born that far apart from each other in terms of era (they even wear the same style clothing), but Magnus endured old age and loss of his beauty, and Armand had the privilege to keep both. Magnus would never had been considered to meet the standards of being physically without flaw (even young and handsome) and Armand was soaring *above* the standards.

There's so many reasons these two disliked each other or couldn't see beyond their pov of their mortal lives. IT IS JUICY.

“Clad in red velvet it came, the very covering my old Master had so loved, the dream king, Marius. It came swaggering and camping through the lighted streets of Paris as though God had made it.

But it was a vampire child, the same as I, son of the seventeen hundreds, as they reckoned the time to be then, a blazing, brash, bumbling, laughing and teasing blood drinker in the guise of a young man, come to stomp out whatever sacred fire yet burnt in the cleft scar tissue of my soul and scatter the ashes.” -Armand’s first impression of Lestat in The Vampire Armand

“The creature wasn't dressed as men dress now. Rather he wore a belted tunic, very graceful, and stockings on his wellshaped legs. His sleeves were deep, hanging at his sides. He was clothed like Magnus, actually, and for one moment I thought madly that by some magic it was Magnus returned. Stupid thought. This was a boy, as I had said, and he had a head of long curly hair, and he walked very straight and very simply through the silvery light and into the church.” -Lestat’s first impression of Armand in The Vampire Lestat

Both doomed to think that the other was their maker who would never return to them!

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summary: leto atreides x afab concubine!reader

cw: daddy kink, pregnancy, power imbalance, dark fic coded, implication that the other concubines “disappeared”, overstimulation, body worship, i would do anything to be in reader’s position here i’m being so real, not included but got reader pregnant in the full nelson position, the smut is in a flashback, mention of the reader having hip dips, mention of leto with others but he realizes you’re the one after lmao, probably dune world/lore inaccuracies, reader’s a member of the duke’s breeding program, mention of choking, intended age gap but you can read it as otherwise

wc: 1k+

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“It’s to wake up, my love.”

Your eyes flutter open to see Duke Leto Atreides standing over your bed, one of his hands brushing back some of your hair away from your face. He smiles warmly when you tiredly meet his gaze, and holds out an open palm. You take it and let him help you sit up, though that’s as far as he’s willing to let you go. Leto hovers his hands over your baby bump, borderline paranoid about you doing anything that could jeopardize the health of the baby.

“I thought my appointment with the doctor wasn’t until next week, my lord…” You yawn, resting your hands on your belly as you fight off sleep. Being heavily pregnant was no easy task, and most days it feels like you have as much energy as a corpse.

“It is, I simply wanted to see you.” Leto answers, petting your hair and curling one arm around your lower back to support it. “When we’re alone, get rid of the ‘my lord’, what we have is more than the results of an obligation.”

You sigh, leaning into his touch as you consider his words. Months ago, you were just another member of the Duke’s harem. One of many meant to produce heirs until your body shriveled up. Your family was noteworthy but not noble enough to stay afloat, you heard that the Duke was looking for breeders and you left without looking back. Though you will admit that Leto Atreides is not the worst man you could’ve taken inside you. He was gentle and the way he kissed you suggested that he felt more than just gratitude.

You pretended to not mind the sounds and stories you heard from the other concubines in the beginning. You knew perfectly well what you were signing up for, the feelings came from nowhere, you swear.

Leto’s mannerisms during sex were impossibly adoring and intimate, and he would tell you were special every time in the midst of the afterglow. You stopped hearing heart dropping noises and nauseating stories, and the day after you found out you were pregnant you heard nothing at all. The Duke took longer than usual to meet with you that night.

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“I’m sorry I kept you waiting.” Leto calls out, wrapping his arms around you from behind as you get ready for bed.

You finish tying the strings of your nightgown and turn around to face him. There are strange little flecks of red in the wrinkles on his face, but they could be a trick of the light so you brush the curiosity off.

“I am always waiting for you, my lord.” You repeat the same thing you say everyday, noting the way the corners of his smile flatten in displeasure.

He cups your face and walks the both of you backwards towards the bed, shooting his hands out to keep himself from crushing you when you inevitably fall on it.

Time passes by in a blur, every moment filled with cries of “Daddy” and overzealous movement from him that punches the breath of your lungs. He’s not incredibly rough, just passionate enough to have tears dot your lashes and his thumb buried in your mouth. Every kiss is a hot swirling mess of saliva and tongues colliding that gets you so wet, you really believe it could kill you.

“Mm, your tongue feels amazing, clumsily chasing after mine.” Leto grunts at some point, rutting and slamming his balls against your ass with no rhyme or reason. “The tightest cunt i’ve ever had, fuck-“

You hum around his thumb, suckling on it like he’s your god and his thick fingers in your mouth are your only reason to live. He grinds his teeth together when you make eye contact, and you struggle to keep it up as you hollow out your cheeks around his coarse digits.

“Wanna make you proud, Daddy, gonna be so good for you.” The words are muffled past the point of comprehension, but your eyes allow him to get the gist.

If you were not already pregnant, the flood of fresh cum in your pussy would’ve done the trick. You clench around your lord’s fat cock and let yourself break, squirting all over yourself.

When you come to, Leto’s busying himself with latching onto your tits like a leech and bullying your battered pussy.

“These are already so sensitive, aren’t they? And to think that I made them that way…” Leto trails off, licking a broad stripe over your nipple and pinching your clit.

You jolt and throw your head back, “Yes, Daddy, you did.”

He groans at the frequently used name, pinching your clit harder and digging his fingers in deeper. You’ve had more orgasms than you ever thought possible in the last hour alone, but your lord was insatiable like this. His head is too high in the clouds with visions of his future family to calm down.

Your legs shake but he takes his hand away from your clit and smooths his palm over your thigh to steady you.

“It’s alright, you know i won’t be too rough honey, you can take it. You’ve already taken my seed beautifully, growing my son in your womb.”

You know there’s no chance of stopping until Leto’s sure that he’s kissed and lavished every inch of your delectable body in Daddy’s attention. He gives each of your buds a ‘Goodbye for now’ kiss and wipes down the dips in your hips with his tongue, soothing the love bites and caressing the necklace of bruises around your neck he left when he lost control.

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The bed sinks with Leto’s added weight, and your cheeks warm as you come back to the present. You look down at your joined hands to see a box clenched tightly in his free one. Like he’s scared of dropping it. You gaze up at him questioningly and he smiles once again before softly kissing the skin between your eyes.

Next thing you know, Duke Leto Atreides is kneeling before you and opening the box to reveal a large ring. It’s magnificently crafted and all the details align with your taste perfectly.

“Will you marry me?”

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Choice

Summary: Pogue!little!reader can’t help but needing Rafe when she’s regressed, and Pogues can’t understand why.

Warnings: Age regression, mean!Rafe, slight dark!Rafe, slight angst, fluffy ending.

Words counter: 1,8k

Pogues were looking for you everywhere, but they still haven’t found you yet. With a blink of an eye, you were gone, and the worst part was that they knew about your regression and the fact that you were probably regressing now. They couldn’t blame JJ for not looking out for you, because how could he've known that you would pull something like that? Everyone was stressed, but JJ looked devastated, probably imagining the worst things that could’ve happened to you right now. He also felt guilty for letting you out of his sight, even if that was only for a few seconds. 

Where were you? 

Nobody had an answer to that question because you were always so unpredictable when you were little. They had plenty of places where they thought you might be, but no one would even think about you wondering around and looking for Rafe Cameron. When you had finally found him in the company of Kooks, you had quickly approached him, almost immediately grabbing his arm. Rafe looked down at you; the expression of surprise on his face turned into the little faded smile when he saw your wide eyes and blushed cheeks. He knew what was going on. You were needing him again, like you always did in that state, even though you hated to admit that. He enjoyed teasing you about that a lot, but right now you were looking way too overwhelmed for him to do that. 

 

„What’s wrong, baby?”

 

His voice was quiet; he clearly didn’t want any of his friends to know about him having a small soft spot for a little Pogue. Part of him also didn’t want to embarrass you in front of a big group of people. 

 

„Need you"

 

You murmured, tugging on his arms a couple of times. Sometimes it was hard for you to speak out loud about your needs or communicate with him at all, so you would just try to show him what you need by tugging on his clothes or giving him those needy gazes. You didn’t know why it was always him that he needed when things would get tough, but somehow nobody else seemed to understand you that much, even though Rafe wasn’t the best at taking care of someone. Rafe nodded, taking your small hand in his, almost ready to take you to his car, as he heard someone calling out for you.

 

„Hey, baby, we’re here!”

 

You heard JJ yell, waving his hand in the air. All the other pogues were also there, and you saw the terrified looks on their faces when they finally saw who exactly you were standing with. They quickly approached you and Rafe one by one, looking almost ready to start a fight. Your friends probably thought that you were in danger and wanted to help you, but the whole situation made you even more uncomfortable than you already were, so you just hid behind Rafe’s back.

 

„Let her go!”

 

Rafe didn’t react to JJ’s words; in fact, he only wrapped one of his arms around you, trying to let you know that he would deal with the whole situation. The last thing you needed right now is your idiotic friends giving you even more worries. 

 

„I’m not even holding her.”

 

The pogues eyes widened as they started to slowly realize what was actually happening here. You were holding Rafe tightly, your little arms wrapped around his body. You were hiding from them, and you had probably run away just to find that asshole. 

How could you?

 

„Honey, let’s just go.”

 

John B started talking; his voice was soft; he didn’t want to scare you; he only wanted to show that they all cared for you and wanted you back with them. His smiled softly, slowly approaching you and completely ignoring the fact that Rafe was also standing right in front of him. But as he got closer, you quickly hugged Rafe tighter, shaking your head.

 

„No!”

 

Your words hit hard, but there was nothing he could’ve done. No meant no, and even though they didn’t know what was the reason for your behavior, they couldn’t just take you away from him forcefully. At least that’s what he was thinking. JJ, on the other hand, was ready to start a fight before Sarah stopped him. 

 

„No, JJ, stop! No matter what state she’s in, we have to accept her decision; we can’t just make them instead of her.”

 

Even though Kie and John B looked devastated, they quietly nodded, hoping that they would get a chance to talk with you once you won’t be regressed. Nobody, not even you, knew what was happening right now. 

 

„So you want us to just let her go with your cocaine-addicted, psychopath brother?"

 

Sarah didn’t answer, but one stern look from John B finally made JJ shut up, raising his hands in the air. He was so done with them and also with you. Rafe leaned down to you, not liking you being present in that conversation at all. However, he couldn’t leave without saying a pair of kind words to the pogues. 

 

„Baby, can you please wait for me by my car?”

 

He smiled at your quick nod, but as soon as you left his sight, that soft smile turned into an irritated expression. Rafe approached the pogues, giving them a disgusted look. He was definitely not happy with their behavior, and he was about to make it clear that he won’t put up with their shit anymore, at least not tonight when he had other plans. 

 

„Just wanted to remind you guys that if I see any of you around Cameron’s property tonight, I won’t hesitate to use my gun, and believe me, that would only be a start.“

 

It was clear that his words weren’t a threat; it was a very good warning. After all, Rafe didn’t want to scare you by shooting your friends in front of you. He absolutely ignored the Pogue’s reactions, turning back and heading to his car, as he turned around one last time, wanting to give another little reminder. 

 

„And JJ, I do not recommend trying to steal your little friend from me, because I also won’t hesitate calling the police, and I would make sure that your drug addict daddy won’t be able to bail you out this time.”

 

You were standing by Rafe’s car all that time, waiting for him to show up and help you get inside. When you finally saw him approaching you, you couldn’t help but give him a little smile. You were so happy to be here with him right now, and you couldn’t even tell why. 

 

„Ready to go home, baby?”

 

He accepted your nod as „yes” and quickly found his car keys in his pocket, opening the door for you. Rafe then helped you get in the passenger seat and buckled you up. He wasn’t the one who would care about his own safety too much, but when it would come to your safety, he would make sure that he had done everything he could’ve. His car started, and he drove off, making sure he’s not speeding too much. 

 

„You know I’m proud of you, right?”

 

Your eyes widened, as you weren’t expecting to hear that from him. He wasn’t the one who would praise you often, but when he did, you would also feel so good. 

 

„I mean, you choose me over Pogues; that’s gotta mean something.“

 

And it did mean something. Something that you couldn’t find the courage to speak about, something that had been on your mind for a long time. You never understood why exactly you were needing him that badly when you were regressed, but for some reason you did, and tonight’s situation made you think that maybe you didn’t want anyone else to take care of you.

 

„Why are you so quiet, kid? You are usually so noisy!”

 

His words were said in his usual teasing manner, but when he looked over to you, a slight sign of concern appeared on his face. You were not only quite, but also quite upset. Or maybe even anxious. Rafe parked his car in his driveway, finally giving you his full attention.

 

„What’s wrong?”

 

His tone was softer than usual, even more gentle than the one that he would often use with you when you are regressed. He was definitely worried about your little change of behavior. 

 

„I just wanted to ask you something, but it’s so stupid.”

 

He slowly reached his hand toward you, slowly titling your face up by holding your chin between his fingers. Rafe always wanted you to look at him when you would say something serious. That way, it was easier for him to understand your emotions and intentions. 

 

„I’m sure it’s not that stupid. Well, at least it’s definitely something smarter than what I heard from your friends tonight.”

 

You laughed quietly, hoping that he wouldn’t change his mind after you found courage to say that. A loud sigh left your lips before you finally felt ready to tell him that one thing that has been on your mind since the first time he saw you regressing.

 

„I want you to be my caregiver.”

 

To your surprise, Rafe wasn’t shocked at all. It felt as if he just heard something that he wanted to hear for so long but couldn’t admit that. He knew that for you, those words were basically a synonym for „I love you," and Rafe was proud to be the one who received that from you. He was trying not to show too many emotions just to not overwhelm you even farther; instead, he just gave you a small kiss on the cheek, something that he had never done before. 

 

„I hope you won’t regret that decision, baby."

 

You smiled widely, as you knew that those words meant "yes." Rafe also seemed very pleased with how things had turned out for both of you. He then got out of his car, also unbuckling you and picking you up right away to carry you inside his house, as he detected that you were way too tired to walk on your own. You wrapped your hands around his neck, and he was surprised to find out that by the time that he had carried you inside, you were already asleep. He knew that you had way too many stressful situations today, and he was happy that you had fallen asleep that quickly. He didn’t want to wake you up, so he set down on the couch in the living room, still holding you in his arms.

He was smiling softly, listening to you mumbling something in your sleep, but his eyes widened when he heard that one word escaping your mouth.

 Daddy.

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Magnus stole our secrets from us, that crafty one, that alchemist, Magnus. . .when he drank the blood that would give him life eternal in a manner which the World of Darkness had never witnessed before.

-Allesandra

He was mortal still in the dream, a great and powerful alchemist. It was right before the crucial hour of dusk. And now, as the light died out of the heavens, Magnus drank. . . a dark Prometheus stealing a luminescent fire.

-Lestat 

Surrender to none, not god, not demon, and never to man. 

-Magnus 

Quotes from The Vampire Lestat, Paraphrased 

Magnus & Benedict - This is a birthday commission for @poet-to-none from SaintRayne @saintrayne

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BSU NEWS BROADCAST: "Black, Soft, Unearthly" Mention From Sam Reid

It's from:

Here's the moment it's brought up:

Here's the podcast he heard it on:

And of course it's @inkyblotposts that did the reading on Vampire Insider (and who met Sam Reid!)

And lastly, here's a link to "Black, Soft, Unearthly":

That's the news, fellow creatures of the night!

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Scary Admirer

Pairing: dark!daddy!rafe x kook!little!reader

Warnings: age regression, dark themes, murder, stalking, reader is naive

A/N: not sure if I like this 😭 but omg thank you sm for 4,3k followers 🥹🫶🏻

Rafe laid eyes on you two months ago when he spotted you at a party, admiring you dance and twirl in your pastel colored dress, two small bows decorating your simple hairstyle.

You seemed so soft, such a contrast to his appearance and personality which is the reason he felt so drawn to you in the first place.

In that very night he introduces himself to you, putting on his charming smile as he holds out his hand. "Rafe Cameron, nice to meet you..." He trails off and you tell him your name with an adorable smile, shaking his hand.

He repeats your name in a murmer, testing it on his tongue.

Since then he made it his mission to get to know you more, not that you already share practically everything with him because you feel like you can trust him.

Your friends keep warning you to stay away from him, saying that the kook prince is bad news and that you should be wary of him.

Despite your better judgement you think that they just don't really know him, I mean he's so nice to you since the beginning and there must be a reason he shows that certain side of him to you only.

You like Rafe and you both start getting closer, spending time with each other but you're just friends doing things they normally do, right?

Oh if only you knew his true intentions.

Rafe studies everything you do, your routines, appointments, the people you surround yourself with and he goes furious anytime he sees you talking to a pogue, especially if it's a man, you being your usual bubbly self while that prick keeps staring at your chest shamelessly.

He often has to protect you as he claims, scolding you for being too trusting with everyone and suggest that you should stay near him for your own safety.

When the news of recent killings in Kildare goes around about witnesses who saw a person completely dressed in black and wearing a ghostface mask leaving the crime scenes, you started to not leave your house as much as before, avoiding going out after it gets dark.

The thing that scares you the most is that you have some kind of connection to every person that has been killed.

Since those deaths you've been regressing a lot more due to the fear and stress that comes with anytime you turn on your tv or scroll on your phone because no one can stop talking about it.

It took Rafe three weeks to find out about your age regression, only able to confirm his suspicion after you started inviting him over more often and he got the possibility to go through your room whenever you left to either go to the bathroom or get something.

He went through everything.

Your drawers where he found a certain one that only held more childish clothes with different prints and all in pastel colors.

Under your bed where he found a box decorated with stickers and took a peek of its contents, a smirk forming on his face when he sees a set of pacifiers, coloring books and crayons, stickers, and a bottle.

"Interesting..." He mutters, quickly pushing the box back under your bed when he hears your footsteps approaching the room again.

One evening you lay on your stomach on your plush bed and coloring contently in your hello kitty books with some crayons sprawled around, not knowing about the dark figure looming in your yard and watching you through your window.

Rafe smiles as he sees you reaching under your bed to retrieve a pacifier from your secret box, slipping it into your mouth.

He pulls out his phone, his mask and knife held in his other hand as he snaps a few pictures of you.

You're blissfully unaware of your supposed friend being literally outside, too engrossed in your littlespace.

Outside Rafe sees you getting up from your bed and over to your attached bathroom, closing the door behind you. That was his chance.

Rounding the house to the front door he crouches down for the spare key that he knows is hidden under the mat.

After finishing your night routine in the bathroom you open the door again, yawning as you approach your bed, stopping in your tracks at the printed out pictures laying on your bed.

Taking a better glance at them your heart beats faster when you realize they're all pictures of you...some where you're in your room, others from when you were walking around Kildare or at parties, and what made your stomach drop was the ones where you obviously were in littlespace.

"Nice shots, don't you think?" A sudden low distorted voice from behind you has you freezing and before you could react, a hand clamped over your mouth, a broad chest pressing against your back. "Shh, shh, none of that."

You whimper in fear, instinctively reaching up to grasp onto the arm that was holding you against the stranger.

"I've been watching you for a while now, y'know. Tell me, isn't it tiring to take care of yourself? To know that no one will be good enough to be your daddy?" He asks and you feel tears pricking in your eyes. "All those idiots I got rid of just because they didn't know how to treat someone as special as you..."

Your muffled pleading makes him chuckle, the sound sending a shiver down your spine.

"Imma let go of you now, but don't try and think of anything stupid, got it?" He warns you, his hold on you a little firmer and you nod shakily. "Good girl."

He takes off his mask, throwing it on the bed before he pulls his hand away, taking a step back. Even if you wanted you wouldn't get out a single sound, too afraid to even move.

The you so thought stranger places a hand on your shoulder, slowly turning you to face him and your heart drops into the pit of your stomach at who's standing in front of you. "R-Rafe?"

You take a hesitant step back, the back of your knees hitting your bed. "I- I don't understand...wha-"

"I know, but you don't need to worry." He speaks softly, stepping closer and reaching a hand up to trace the side of your face with his fingers, grabbing your chin to tilt your head up slightly to meet his gaze, a smile creeping on his face.

He gently wipes a tear from your cheek with his thumb, leaning down to kiss your forehead, the action meant to be comforting but the words that leave him do the opposite.

"Daddy's here now..."

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Problem.

Summary: Pogues abandoning little!reader after she did an awful mistake. Rafe is here to show her that she’s not alone.

Warnings: Age regression, angst, slight fluff in the end.

Words counter: 1,3 k

Author’s note: I used scene from the „Arcane” as the reference for this fic!!🫶🏻

Pogues had never shown their disappointment in you or even told you that they weren’t pleased with your actions. They never showed you any signs of anger, especially not when you were in the little space. No matter how bad your mistakes were, they would just try to ensure you that everything is alright. They didn’t want you to know how hard it is to clean up your mess. And you couldn’t even think of anything about them being tired of you. 

After all, every mistake can be fixed, right? 

Tonight you found out that you were actually wrong, and there are some mistakes that unfortunately can’t be fixed, not at all. 

 

„Stay here, kid.”

 

JJ said to you an hour ago, as they were getting ready to go on another fight with some people that they had introduced to you as the „bad guys." You wanted to help them, but since you were regressed, they came up with the decision that it would be better for you to just stay inside the truck while they would be dealing with all of that. You agreed, just so they wouldn’t have to worry about you while fighting, and then you watched them leave. 

 

„Good wuck…”

 

You whispered, but it seemed like nobody had heard you since they haven’t replayed, just closing the truck’s doors. Since they left, you became so much more anxious. 

What if they would get hurt? 

What if they would get killed?

What if, what if, what if...

You just couldn’t help yourself, but finding that small gun that was laying on the driver’s seat was very interesting. What if that small thing would help you get your friends out of trouble? You knew that you shouldn’t have touched the weapons, but you also knew that you wouldn’t let your friends get themselves in trouble. 

Slowly you got off the truck and immediately saw them, staying there, just a few miles away from you. And there were also those bad guys, threatening your friends. Your heart ached seeing them in fear, so you approached them and shot.

A couple of times. 

You obviously didn’t see how one of the bullets came through the JJ’s shoulder, and you also didn’t see that you almost shot Kiara right in the head. When the gun's magazine finally got empty, you opened your eyes, letting a weapon fall from your hands to the ground. Pogues were looking at you, and there was something on their faces that you had never seen before. It took a moment for you to understand that they were disappointed in you and also scared of what you just did. Everyone heads to the truck, letting JJ deal with you. They just didn’t know what to say, and they were obviously afraid of your reaction to their harsh words. 

JJ wasn’t even looking at you; he was looking through you, as if you were something that he was finally ready to leave behind. You felt how your eyes felt with tears just from the amount of guilt that you were feeling right now. You opened your mouth, but before you could start to speak, JJ just shook his head. 

 

„No. We’re done.”

 

He said, and his words made your knees weaker. He had never talked to you in such a cold manner, especially not when you were regressed. It seemed like you actually crossed the line trying to help them.

 

„They were right, you are a problem, and I’m sorry, but I don’t know how to deal with you anymore.”

 

His words were painful, but the sudden feeling of your knees hitting the hard ground brought even more pain, finally making you cry. Your cries were silent at first, but as soon as JJ had left your sight, silent sniffles turned into loud sobbing. 

 

„Pwease, don’t go.”

 

You hugged your bloody knees, whispering some sort of pleading out loud, even though you knew that nobody would hear you. Or at least you thought so. 

Rafe Cameron saw your small trembling figure, and he was intrigued. Something about that scene reminds him of himself when he was a child, left alone and crying for nobody to hear him. Rafe shook his head to get rid of that image. 

Why would Pogues leave someone behind? 

He almost felt bad, hearing your sobbing as he approached you. Your hair wet from the rain and your face puffy from all the tears. You probably needed someone to console you, or at least someone who would be there for you, right? And you would most probably do whatever it takes to not be abandoned again. 

 

„Why are you here alone, little one?”

 

He asked, crouching down in front of you, waiting for you to answer his question. You rubbed your eyes in a childish manner, trying to focus your gaze on the man. He wasn’t looking like he was planning to hurt you, and even if he would, it wouldn’t hurt as much as getting abandoned by a Pogues did. 

You looked at him for another second, and then you jumped on him, hugging him tightly with your little arms. Both of you were lying on the ground now, but he didn’t seem to protest. He didn’t hug you back, though, not yet. 

 

„They left me, Pogues left me.”

 

You whispered, trying not to start sobbing again. His eyes widened, as he couldn’t believe what he had just heard. How could they call themselves a family when they’re leaving their people behind? The thoughts of getting left were hurting your little heart so bad that you almost screamed but felt two strong arms picking you up from the ground just in time. You didn’t know who that man was, but the need in someone’s care right now made you desperate enough to accept his attention. You hugged his neck with your hands, hiding your face there as he was trying to calm you down. 

 

„I’m lonely”

 

Rafe chuckled at your pitiful voice, hugging you tighter. He wasn’t the big fan of hugs, but he knew that you needed that right now. He also knew that you were way too tired now to give him any information about yourself or at least explain what happened previously, but he also knew that you wouldn’t say „no” if he would offer you to go with him. 

 

„You won’t be lonely for too long, little one.”

 

His words were gentle; he didn’t want you to get scared or overwhelmed. He could tell that you were close enough to yet another tantrum just because of the stress that you had experienced from getting left alone. 

 

„I’m Rafe Cameron, can we be friends?”

 

You nodded, wanting at least someone to be around. You couldn’t stay alone, especially when you were regressed. He smirked at your response, knowing that he doesn’t want to be your friend. He wants to be your everything, and somehow you didn’t seem very against it.

 

„From that moment you will never be left alone again, baby.”

 

You looked at him with a small suspicion. It was hard for you to believe that someone might actually want to deal with you, and not leaving you behind when you would became too much. Rafe extended his pinky, his big hand approaching yours.

 

„Pinky pwomise?”

 

Your eyes widened, and your face turned more bright. For you, a pinky promise was something more meaningful than a signed contract or a proposal ring. You slowly connected your pinky with his, smiling happily. 

 

„Pinky promise.”

 

He reassured you, giving you a gentle kiss on the nose, making you smile once again. After he saw that smile, he knew he wouldn’t ever let anyone make you cry. 

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yandere cowboy x boss's daughter who is an innocent country girl and barely knows that the person she trusts most is the one she should fear most

Ok Queennnn…

The ranch stretched endlessly beneath the dying sun, the golden light casting long shadows across the dry earth. He sat on the porch, his chair creaking beneath his weight, muscles tense under his faded shirt. He looked like he belonged to the land—rough, strong, unyielding—but there was a restlessness to him, a storm that no amount of work could quiet.

And then there was you.

You were everything the ranch wasn’t. Soft where it was harsh, gentle where it was unrelenting. Your laughter carried over the fields like the chime of a bell, and you always had a kind word, even for a man like him. A man everyone else feared.

He had been hired because he was reliable, strong, and ruthless when necessary. Your father didn’t trust just anyone to keep the ranch in line. But you? You trusted him without question.

You shouldn’t.

At first, it was just the way you smiled at him—unaware, unguarded. Then it was the way you lingered in his shadow, talking about the horses or the sunset or things that didn’t matter to him as much as the sound of your voice did. You were so sweet, so pure, you didn’t even notice the way his eyes stayed on you too long, the way his hands clenched when anyone else got too close.

He told himself he was watching over you because it was his job. That’s what he told your father when he noticed how often you disappeared to wander the fields alone. He didn’t mention the nights he followed you at a distance, making sure you were safe, or the times he stood outside your window, his breathing slow and steady as he memorized the curve of your silhouette against the lamplight.

It wasn’t wrong, he told himself. It was protection.

You never saw the way his jaw tightened when one of the ranch hands cracked a joke about you, nor the way his fists left bloody marks on the barn wall later. You didn’t notice how he always managed to be near when you needed something, his large hands steadying yours when the saddle straps proved too stubborn or the hay bales too heavy.

You trusted him. It was written in every shy smile, every sweet “thank you, sir,” that spilled from your lips.

That trust burned in him. It consumed him.

The night it happened, the stars were hidden behind a curtain of clouds, and the only sound was the distant creak of the barn doors swaying in the wind. You had gone out to check on the horses, a habit that he knew all too well. He waited until you were alone, until the ranch house was just a speck of light in the distance.

“Shouldn’t be out here by yourself,” his voice rumbled behind you, startling you just enough to make your heart race.

You turned to find him standing there, tall and broad, his shadow stretching over you like a dark omen. But when you saw his face, you smiled, the way you always did.

“I’m fine,” you said softly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I like the quiet out here.”

His eyes didn’t leave you, even as you looked away, your attention shifting to the horses. He stepped closer, his boots crunching against the dry ground.

“You shouldn’t trust people so much,” he said, his voice low.

You glanced at him, confused by the weight in his tone. “What do you mean?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he reached out, his hand brushing against your arm, and for a moment, you thought it was a gesture of reassurance. But his grip tightened, firm enough to hold you in place.

“Some people don’t deserve it,” he murmured, his gaze heavy on you, his voice almost tender.

You froze, the unease creeping up your spine, but it was already too late. The trust that had always felt so natural between you now felt like a chain, binding you to the man who wouldn’t let go.

The horses shifted restlessly in their stalls, sensing something you didn’t yet understand. The night grew quieter, heavier, and as his grip remained steady on your arm, you finally realized—you should have feared him all along.