King Von Imagines

False Alarm, Real Reactions

Word Count ~539

The night had been chill—just you and Von laid up in bed, vibing. The TV played some random movie neither of you were really watching, and the soft hum of his music played from his phone. You had just finished scrolling through Instagram when Von got up, saying he was about to grab some water from the kitchen.

You didn't think much of it. Not until you heard him call your name from the bathroom.

"Giselle."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was serious. The kind of serious that made your stomach flip.

You sat up, frowning. "What?"

He walked out holding something in his hand—your stomach dropped as soon as you saw it. A pregnancy test.

You blinked, your mind racing for half a second before you remembered—Oh... that ain't even mine.

Your best friend had been over earlier, panicking about a possible pregnancy scare, and took the test at your place. She must've left it in the trash. But the way Von was standing there, jaw clenched, staring at you like you just turned his whole world upside down?

Oh yeah. You were about to have some fun with this.

"You got something you wanna tell me?" he asked, his voice low, his eyes locked on yours.

You bit your lip, trying to keep from laughing. "What you mean?"

His head tilted slightly, his grip tightening on the test. "G, don't play dumb. You pregnant?"

You let out a dramatic sigh, tilting your head. "And if I was?"

Von's nostrils flared. He stepped forward, tossing the test onto the nightstand. Before you could react, he pulled you up by your waist, his grip firm, his eyes dark. He was not playing.

"You know damn well if you was, you shoulda told me first." His voice was deep, rough. "You tryna keep sht from me now?"*

You tried to stay in character, but the way he was looking at you—so intense, so serious—it was getting harder not to laugh.

"Von..." you started, but he wasn't done.

"Nah, 'cause what you on? You just gon' sit here like everything normal while I find this?" He tapped the test with his finger, shaking his head. "That's crazy."

That was it. A giggle slipped out before you could stop it.

Von's eyes narrowed. "Oh, you think this funny?"

You burst out laughing, gripping his shoulders. "Baby, that ain't even mine! It's my friend's!"

Von stared at you, his jaw tightening like he was processing the biggest betrayal of his life.

"So you just let me sit here thinking I had a baby on the way?" he said, voice flat.

You shrugged, still laughing. "I wanted to see how you'd react."

Von didn't say nothing at first. He just nodded slowly, his lips pressing together. Then, before you could react, he had you pinned to the bed, his face inches from yours. His gold chain dangled against your skin, and his eyes had that look—the one that meant he was about to get his get back.

"Aight, bet." His voice was smooth, low, dangerous. "You wanna play? I got something for that."

Your breath caught. "Von—"

But it was too late. You were in trouble now.